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── ❝ ꒰ 𝑂𝑁𝐿𝑌 𝐵𝑂𝑈𝐺𝐻𝑇 𝑇𝐻𝐼𝑆 𝐷𝑅𝐸𝑆𝑆 𝑆𝑂 𝑌𝑂𝑈 𝐶𝑂𝑈𝐿𝐷 𝑇𝐴𝐾𝐸 𝐼𝑇 𝑂𝐹𝐹 .ᐟㅤ ៸៸ ﹙ 심재윤 ﹚ ᶻ𐰁
GENRE ៸៸ suggestive ៸ b2l ៸ oneshot ﹔ SYPNOSIS┆in which you and jake can’t ignore your feelings for each other anymore.ᐟㅤ ꒰ WORD COUNT﹕1559 ꒱── 𝓦ARNING(S) not proofread ៸ very suggestive!! ៸ skinship ៸ . ݁ ✦ ݁ . ⊱ LIBRARY . . . ﹕LUNA 💭 —ngl this was so freaky of me im sorry!!(✿ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈) ݁𖥔 ݁˖
YOU NEVER THOUGHT THINGS WITH JAKE SIM COULD BE ANYTHING MORE THAN A FRIENDSHIP.
well, maybe you did—maybe you've thought about it more than you’d care to admit.
but for so long, you've kept those feelings locked away, buried under the bond of being "best friends."
you've known jake for years, seen him at his best and his worst.
you've laughed until you cried at his terrible jokes, stayed up late watching movies, even fallen asleep on his shoulder more times than you can count.
for the longest time, you convinced yourself that what you felt for jake was the kind of love you reserved for a friend—a really good friend, but nothing more.
lately, though, it's been different.
it's not just the little glances he gives you when he thinks you aren't paying attention, or the way his hand seems to linger on your lower back when he hugs you goodbye. ── 𝘔𝘖𝘙𝘌 𝘜𝘕𝘋𝘌𝘙 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘊𝘜𝘛 .ᐟㅤ
no, it's the way your heart speeds up when he's near, the way your pulse races when his voice drops low, just for you.
the way your breath catches when his eyes flicker to your lips during a conversation, even if he doesn't kiss you.
the lines have blurred—lines you swore to yourself wouldn't cross, and tonight, they feel like they're disappearing altogether.
you're at one of jake's usual parties, something casual with a few friends, but you can hardly focus on the conversations going on around you.
the music blasts softly in the background, and you're very aware of the dress you chose for the evening.
it's unlike anything you'd normally wear in front of him-delicate, fitted in all the right places, with the perfect amount of skin that makes you feel bold.
it's a quiet statement, one you're hoping he'll notice.
and oh, he's noticed.
from the moment you walked through the door, his eyes had been on you—an intensity behind them that you haven't seen before.
every time you catch him looking, your heart flutters, and you wonder if tonight will finally be the night when everything changes.
when the night winds down, and everyone else says their goodbyes, it's just you and jake left.
the silence in his apartment feels heavy, filled with the weight of unspoken words.
you sit on the couch, trying to play it cool, but you can't help the way your mind is racing, wondering if he's feeling what you're feeling right now.
jake stands in the doorway of the kitchen, watching you, and for a moment, neither of you says anything.
the tension is thick, you could probably cut it with a knife.
"you're quiet tonight," jake finally says, his voice softer than usual, his eyes still on you in a way that makes your skin tingle.
you shrug, trying to act casual even though you're anything but. "just... thinking."
"about what?" he asks, walking over to the couch and sitting down beside you.
not just beside you—closer than usual, his knee brushes against yours, and the contact sends a jolt of electricity through you.
you swallow, trying to keep your composure.
but the air feels too thick, too charged. "you..me, us."
jake's brow furrows slightly, his eyes searching your face for answers. "what about us?"
you take a deep breath, knowing you're standing on the edge of something that could either change everything or break it.
"do you ever think about... crossing that line? the one we've been avoiding for a while?"
his gaze sharpens at your words, and for a moment, he says nothing, his silence speaking volumes.
his hand comes up to rest on the back of the couch behind you, fingers lightly grazing your shoulder.
it's such a simple gesture, but the touch feels loaded, like he's testing the waters, seeing how far he can go.
"every day," jake admits quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. "i think about it all the time.”
your heart skips a beat at his confession, and suddenly, it's like the doors have finally opened.
the tension that's been simmering between you for months rushes to the surface, impossible to ignore anymore.
"i don't want to keep pretending," he continues, his eyes locked on yours now, filled with an intensity that makes your stomach twist in anticipation.
"i don't want you like a best friend."
his words hit you like a wave, and you can't breathe, can't think.
it's what you've been wanting to hear, but now that it's out in the open, it feels all too big to grasp all at once.
"i... i don't either," you manage to whisper, your voice shaky and nervous. "i haven't for a long time."
the confession hangs in the air between you, heavy and real.
jake's fingers move to your chin, gently lifting your face so you're forced to meet his gaze.
there's something vulnerable in his eyes, like he's laying all his cards on the table, waiting for you to do the same.
"you drive me crazy, you know that?" his thumb brushes softly over your cheek, the touch sending sparks down your spine.
"every time i'm with you, i have to stop myself from... from doing this."
before you can ask what he means, jake leans in, his lips hovering inches from yours.
the anticipation makes your head spin, your heart pounding in your chest as you wait for him to close the distance.
and when he does, it feels like the world stops.
his lips are soft, hesitant at first, as if he's giving you the chance to pull away.
but you don't—instead, you lean into him, your hands finding their way to his chest, clutching the fabric of his shirt as if to steady yourself.
the kiss deepens, slow and consuming, like both of you are finally letting go of everything you’ve been holding back.
jake's hand moves to your waist, pulling you closer until you're practically sitting in his lap.
his fingers trace patterns on your skin, burning through the fabric of your dress, and all you can think about is how much you've wanted this-how long you've been waiting for him.
when you finally pull apart, breathless and flushed, jake rests his forehead against yours, his breathing ragged.
there's a look in his eyes that you've never seen before, something raw and filled with want.
"you're all i think about," he murmurs, his voice raspy. "every time i'm with you, it's like i forget how to pretend."
your heart races as you take in his words, and you know there's no going back now.
the truth is out there, hanging between you, and you're both too far gone to stop.
"i bought this dress for you, you know," you say softly, your voice trembling with anticipation as you run your hands down his chest. "i didn't buy it for no reason."
jake's brow furrows slightly in confusion, but the way his eyes darken with understanding makes your breath hitch.
"what do you mean?" he asks, though you can tell he's starting to piece it together.
your fingers curl into the fabric of his shirt as you pull him closer, your lips brushing against his ear as you whisper,
"i only bought this dress so you could take it off."
jake's breath hitches, and for a moment, everything feels suspended in the tension between you.
his hand tightens on your waist, and when he pulls back to look at you, there's a fire in his eyes that makes your skin tingle with excitement.
"you're killing me," he mutters, but there's a teasing grin on his face as his fingers trail down your arm, grazing the edge of the dress.
you smile, leaning in to press a kiss to his jaw, your lips lingering on his skin as you whisper, "then do something about it."
jake doesn't need to be told twice.
in one swift motion, he lifts you onto his lap, his hands gripping your waist as his lips crash into yours again.
the kiss is different this time-deeper, more desperate, like he's making up for all the time you've both spent pretending.
his hands move to the zipper of your dress, fingers fumbling slightly as he pulls it down, the sound loud in the quiet of the room.
your heart pounds in your chest as his hands roam your body, every touch igniting a fire in your veins.
the dress slips off your shoulders, and jake pulls back for a moment to look at you, his eyes dark with desire.
"you're beautiful," he murmurs, his voice low and filled with awe.
you feel a blush rise to your cheeks, but you don't have time to be self-conscious.
jake's lips are back on yours, his hands sliding up your bare back as he pulls you closer, your bodies pressed together in a way that makes you forget everything else.
it's been building to this for so long-the stolen glances, the lingering touches, the unspoken words.
now, it's all out in the open, and neither of you are holding back anymore.
as you fall back against the couch, jake hovering over you, his eyes filled with nothing but want and love, you realize that this was always where you were meant to end up—with him.
and tonight, everything that's been unsaid will finally be spoken.
© won4kiss 2024
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── ❝ ꒰ 𝐹𝐸𝐸𝐿𝑆 𝐿𝐼𝐾𝐸 𝒯𝐻𝐸 𝑆𝑇𝐴𝑅𝑇 𝑂𝐹 𝐴 𝑀𝑂𝑉𝐼𝐸 𝐼’𝑉𝐸 𝑆𝐸𝐸𝑁 𝐵𝐸𝐹𝑂𝑅𝐸 .ᐟㅤ ៸៸﹙ 박성훈 ﹚ ᶻ𐰁
GENRE ៸៸ forbidden relationship ៸ oneshot ﹔ SYPNOSIS┆in which two lovers go on a late-night drive .ᐟㅤ insp by ceilings by lizzy mcalpine ៸៸ ꒰ WORD COUNT﹕1390 ꒱── 𝓦ARNING(S) not proofread ៸ kissing ៸ pet names ៸ . ݁ ✦ ݁ . ⊱ LIBRARY . . . ﹕LUNA 💭 —active era incoming!! ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧ ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖
THE CAR MOVED QUIETLY ALONG THE DARKENED ROAD,
the headlights reflecting long, dim beams across the empty street—the world outside the window is silent, asleep in the quiet of the late night, and the only sounds in the car are the soft buzzing of the engine and the faint, slow song playing from the radio.
the air is heavy with the weight of something unspoken, something that lingers between the two of you, and you don’t know if it’s the night, or the realization that these moments are always slipping through your fingers too quickly.
sunghoon’s hand rests on the gearshift, his knuckles brushing against yours, and you feel the familiar warmth spread through you—the same warmth you’ve felt every time you’ve been this close to him.
the streetlights flicker as you pass, and in those small glimpses of light, you see his profile—the sharp line of his jaw, the soft, messy strands of his hair falling into his eyes, the way his lips press together in concentration as he drives.
he looks beautiful, in the quiet, under the gentle glow of the passing lights.
it’s like something out of a dream—something too perfect, too fragile to be real. ─── 𝘔𝘖𝘙𝘌 𝘜𝘕𝘋𝘌𝘙 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘊𝘜𝘛 .ᐟㅤ
his eyes glance over at you, and for a moment, they soften, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips, as if just seeing you there beside him makes all of this worth it.
it’s a smile that holds the weight of all the secrets you share, of all the stolen moments between you.
you look down at your intertwined hands, your fingers grazing the edges of his, and you can feel that familiar pang of longing.
the kind of longing that comes from knowing that you can’t stay in this car forever, that eventually, this drive will end, and you’ll have to go back to reality—the place where being with him isn’t as simple as just being in love.
you’ll go back to the house that’s waiting for you, the one with your parents, who will never approve of someone like sunghoon.
it’s a world that’s filled with expectations and rules and boundaries that you’re never allowed to cross.
but in this car, it’s different.
it’s just you and him, no rules, no eyes watching, no consequences—just two people who found something in each other that made it impossible to stay away.
“are you okay?” sunghoon’s voice is soft, cutting through the quiet.
his eyes flicker to you again, and you can see the concern in them, the gentle way he’s always cared about you, even in the smallest of ways.
you nod, swallowing the lump that’s forming in your throat. “yeah, i’m okay,” you whisper, even though you know it’s not entirely true.
you’re okay now, here, but you know it won’t last.
it never does. but that’s why you hold onto these moments, because they’re all you have, and they’re everything to you.
he gives you a small smile, the kind that reaches his eyes, making them crinkle just a bit at the corners, and it makes your heart ache.
you reach out, your fingers brushing against his cheek, and he leans into your touch, his eyes fluttering closed for a brief second.
it’s such a small thing, but it feels like everything—like in that tiny movement, you can feel all the love you have for each other.
“sometimes i wish i could just keep driving,” he admits, his voice so low it almost gets lost in the roar of the engine.
“just keep going, until we’re so far away that none of it matters anymore.”
his words hang in the air between you, and you feel the tears prick at the corners of your eyes, that familiar sense of longing growing inside you.
you want that too. more than anything. you want to be with him without having to look over your shoulder, without feeling like every kiss, every touch, every whispered word is something that could be taken away at any moment.
you want him without all the obstacles that come with it, without the expectations that keep pulling you apart.
“i know,” you whisper, your voice trembling. “i wish that too.”
his fingers tighten around yours, and he looks at you, his eyes filled with something raw, something that you’ve seen so many times but never get used to.
it’s love, pure and simple, and it’s so strong that it scares you—because it’s the kind of love that makes everything else fade away, the kind that makes you want to risk it all, even when you know how much it could hurt.
he pulls the car to a stop, the gravel crunching beneath the tires as he parks on the side of the road.
you look up, seeing your house in the distance—the lights still on, even at this hour, because they’re waiting for you.
you can already feel the weight of the world creeping back in, the walls going up, the distance that’s going to grow between you as soon as you step out of this car.
sunghoon turns to you, his eyes searching yours, and for a moment, neither of you say anything.
there’s no need for words, not when everything you’re feeling is written so clearly across your faces.
you lean in, your forehead resting against his, your eyes closing as you take in the moment, the warmth of his skin, the scent of him—everything about him that you want to remember when he’s not with you.
“i love you,” he whispers, his voice cracking just a little, and you feel the tears slip down your cheeks, your heart aching at how much you wish you could hold onto this forever.
“i love you too,” you whisper back, your voice breaking.
he kisses you then, his lips soft and warm against yours, and it’s filled with everything you can’t say, everything that’s too big for words.
it’s a promise, a vow that even if you can’t be together in the way you want, even if the world is determined to pull you apart, this love is real, and it’s yours, and no one can take that away.
you pull away, and he looks at you, his eyes glassy, his expression filled with a sadness that mirrors your own.
you reach for the door handle, your fingers trembling as you open it, the cold night air rushing in, pulling you back to reality.
you step out of the car, your feet touching the pavement, and you turn back to him, giving him one last smile.
“goodnight, sunghoon,” you say, your voice barely above a whisper, and it feels like goodbye, even though you know it’s not.
“goodnight, y/n,” he says, his voice breaking just a little, and you can see the way his hands grip the steering wheel, like he’s trying to hold onto something that’s slipping away.
you turn away, your heart heavy as you walk up the driveway, the distance between you growing with every step.
you can feel his eyes on you, watching until you reach the door, and you pause, looking back just once.
he’s still there, his silhouette framed by the dim glow of the car’s headlights, and it makes your chest tighten, knowing that this is where it ends—at least for tonight.
you give him one last wave, and he raises his hand, a soft smile on his lips, and then you turn, opening the door and stepping inside.
the warmth of the house surrounds you, yet you still feel so cold—the weight of the expectations fall back onto your shoulders, and you close the door, shutting out the night, shutting out sunghoon.
you lean against the door, your eyes closing, the tears slipping down your cheeks, and you wish, more than anything, that you could have stayed.
that you could have kept driving, kept holding his hand, kept feeling that sense of freedom that only comes with him.
but for now, you’ll hold onto the memory of tonight—the warmth of his hand, the softness of his lips, the love that you felt, even if just for a moment.
and maybe, someday, you’ll find a way to make it more than just a fleeting moment.
maybe, someday, you’ll find a way to keep driving, together.
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── ❝ ꒰ 𝒰𝑆 𝒜𝐺𝐴𝐼𝑁𝑆𝑇 𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝑊𝑂𝑅𝐿𝐷.ᐟㅤ ៸៸﹙ 박성훈 ﹚ ᶻ𐰁
GENRE ៸៸ forbidden relationship ៸ oneshot ﹔ SYPNOSIS┆in which your forbidden boyfriend sneaks into your room .ᐟㅤ ꒰ WORD COUNT﹕1089 ꒱── 𝓦ARNING(S) not proofread ៸ kissing ៸ pet names ៸ . ݁ ✦ ݁ . ⊱ LIBRARY . . . ﹕LUNA 💭 —seunghan’s back!!!!!!! we wonnnn ( ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧ ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖
THE NIGHT WAS SUFFOCATINGLY QUIET, JUST LIKE IT HAD BEEN THE PAST FEW WEEKS.
the kind of quiet that pressed heavily against your windows, making the outside world feel impossibly far away.
you sat at your desk, staring at the pages of your textbook, though none of the words are registering.
your mind is far from the lines of text in front of you—it’s with sunghoon.
you sigh, closing your eyes, the aching in your chest growing unbearable.
you missed him—you missed him more than you could put into words, and it hurt.
it had been weeks since you last spoke, weeks since your parents found out about your relationship and threatened to ruin everything if you didn’t end it.
they were furious, telling you that someone like sunghoon—a boy with a reputation, from a family not up to their “standards”—was not worthy of their daughter. ─── 𝘔𝘖𝘙𝘌 𝘜𝘕𝘋𝘌𝘙 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘊𝘜𝘛 .ᐟㅤ
it felt like they’d ripped a piece of your heart out when they forced you to cut off all contact.
they took your phone, made sure you couldn’t see him at school, warning that if you even spoke to him again, they’d get his parents fired from their jobs.
and you had no choice but to listen—for his sake, you pulled away, doing what they wanted, even if it shattered you in the process.
suddenly, a soft clink breaks through the silence of your room, startling you.
you blink, lifting your head, your brow furrowed.
the sound comes again, this time louder—a sharp tap against the glass of your window.
you stand, slowly crossing the room, your heart beginning to race—you pull the curtains back, and what you see makes your heart stop.
sunghoon.
he’s standing below your window, his dark eyes locked onto yours, his hair messy from the wind.
he’s breathing heavily, and you can see the exhaustion in his posture, but there’s a familiar determination in his eyes that makes your heart swell.
you push open the window, your voice catching in your throat. “sunghoon?” you whisper, your eyes wide.
“hey, princess,” he says, a small smile tugging at his lips. “can i come up?”
you nod, stepping back, your heart pounding so hard it feels like it might break through your ribcage.
you watch as he pulls himself up, his arms straining as he climbs through the window, stumbling slightly as he falls onto your bed, panting softly.
you stand there, frozen, your eyes filling with tears as you take in the sight of him—his familiar face, his tired smile, the way his eyes soften when they meet yours.
he looks at you, opening his arms, and his voice is gentle, filled with love. “come here.”
it’s all it takes for you to break—you let out a choked sob, launching yourself towards him, your arms wrapping around his neck, your face burying in his chest.
he holds you tightly, his arms wrapping around you as if he’s afraid you might disappear if he lets go.
you feel the tears spill down your cheeks, soaking into his shirt, and he doesn’t say anything—just holds you, his hand rubbing slow, soothing circles on your back.
“i missed you so much,” you sob, your voice muffled against his chest. “i—i didn’t want to, but they—”
“shh, i know, baby,” he whispers, his lips brushing against the top of your head. “it’s okay. i know.”
you pull back slightly, looking up at him, your eyes red and puffy, tears still streaming down your face.
“they said they’d get your parents fired,” you say, your voice breaking. “i didn’t want to lose you, but i couldn’t let them do that to you. i’m so sorry, sunghoon.”
his eyes soften, and he reaches up, cupping your cheek, his thumb brushing away the tears.
“hey, don’t apologize,” he says, his voice gentle. “i get it. i know you did it for me.”
you nod, a shaky breath escaping you, and he pulls you closer, his forehead resting against yours.
“i hate them,” you whisper, your voice trembling. “i hate that they’re trying to keep us apart. if they knew you were here, they’d kill us.”
a small smile tugs at his lips, his eyes filled with a warmth that makes your heart ache.
“at least i’d die with you,” he says, his voice soft, and you let out a breathy laugh, the sound caught between a sob and a giggle.
“you’re an idiot,” you whisper, your fingers tangling in the fabric of his shirt.
“yeah, but i’m your idiot,” he says, his lips brushing against your forehead, and you close your eyes, a sense of peace washing over you.
in his arms, everything else fades away—the fear, the worry, the pain of being apart, none of it matters, not when he’s here, holding you like this.
you pull back slightly, looking up at him, your eyes meeting his.
there’s so much love in his gaze, so much emotion that it takes your breath away.
he leans in, his lips brushing softly against yours, and it’s gentle, almost hesitant, as if he’s trying to memorize the feel of you.
you kiss him back, your hands cupping his face, and it feels like coming home—like you’re finally where you’re meant to be.
when you pull away, he smiles at you, his forehead resting against yours.
“i love you,” he whispers, his voice barely audible, as if it’s a secret meant just for you.
“i love you too,” you whisper back, your heart swelling with so much emotion it feels like it might burst.
he pulls you back into his arms, holding you tightly, and you close your eyes, breathing him in, the scent of him filling your senses.
you know this moment won’t last forever—that eventually, he’ll have to leave, and you’ll be back to pretending, back to hiding.
but for now, you have this. you have him, and that’s enough.
and as you lay there, wrapped in his arms, you know that no matter what your parents say, no matter how hard they try to keep you apart, they can’t take this away from you.
they can’t take the love you have for each other, the way he makes you feel alive in a way you never thought possible.
and maybe, someday, you’ll find a way to be together, without all the secrets and the fear.
but until then, you’ll hold onto this—onto him—and you’ll fight for the love you have, no matter what it takes.
© won4kiss 2024
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five.
warning; 😳 1.1k words.
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five.
warning; y/n is a simP 🤷♂️ 1.8k words.
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losing control — teaser!
PAIRING. sunghoon x fem!reader
SYNOPSIS. you ask park sunghoon to hold your hand one time when you’re scared and now the whole school thinks you’re dating. he absolutely hates this. in other words, he is a mystery to others — he acts like he’s all made of ice and has all of his stupid rules about everything and nothing but… in reality he just doesn’t want to lose control.
GENRE. highschool au, acquaintances to enemies to lovers au, short series?, angst, fake dating au?, romance, fluff
WARNINGS. tsundere!hoon, swearing, more to be added!
FEATURING. enhypen + more!
STATUS. coming soon!
“what are you doing?” park sunghoon’s glare was glacial and he had a confused frown plastered all over his face. why did you just hold his hand in the middle of the street?
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MINESTREAM
PAIRING > park jongseong x fem!reader
SYNOPSIS > Wanting to start a new stream series with his best friends, Jay had a bright idea of playing some simple Minecraft with them. Everything was normal, until he realises there is another person in the call with them. He quickly learns that it was ni-ki’s older sister, (name). Watch how streaming a simple game of Minecraft can dig up some interesting feelings between the main leads.
GENRE > gaming streamers au + minecraft series au / romance + angst + silly and dirty jokes. i like a lot of innuendos because it makes the series more interesting. teen boy humour bc I’m 22 everyone😍 well turning 22 this year💀
FEATURING > the whole of enhypen + my lovely anon's oc, yvette.
SCHEDULE > i have internship coming up so i'll try my best to update it :'D / pretty irregular
TAGLIST > just send an ask or go here for the google form ;)
START: 17 February 2024 | END: tbc
PROFILES: broke people | twitch streamers
ONE: BACK DEMON🤺🤺🤺
TWO: he’s broken
THREE: late night✨🌃
FOUR: tough luck
FIVE: *falls down stairs*
SIX: minecraft with the boys!
SEVEN: play the game
EIGHT: asscrack [written]
NINE: slander park sunghoon day
TEN: new era🌟
ELEVEN: *wink wink*
TWELVE: are you shitting me
THIRTEEN: tell me about it
FOURTEEN: my pretty girl
FIFTEEN: that man is a f*cking simp [written]
SIXTEEN: you’re sexy PERIOD
SEVENTEEN: thats’s depressing, hyung
EIGHTEEN: sudden move
NINETEEN: no❤️
TWENTY: no dogs out
TWENTY-ONE: I cook cream soup
TWENTY-TWO: his lips looks soft [written]
TWENTY-THREE: keywords “shirtless” “about to kiss”
TWENTY-FOUR:
TWENTY-FIVE:
TWENTY-SIX:
TWENTY-SEVEN:
TWENTY-EIGHT:
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familiar stranger — l.hs.
pairing. idol!heeseung x reader
synopsis. what if lee heeseung takes a liking to the cute stranger that asked him for a picture with the pretty view instead of one with him?
genre. pure fluff, humor, you meet heeseung accidentally
warnings. a little swearing, heeseung is a flirt
word count. 1,554
you were hearing his laugh loud and clear.
“yeah! and i almost fell down the stairs giving jungwon a piggyback!” lee heeseung’s eyes got teary as he was telling the story he found absolutely hilarious. his friends followed right after, cracking up as soon as he mentioned the younger member causing their old friend to almost break his neck.
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the enha universe (masterlist)
welcome, to the enha universe!
in this universe, the seven boys live their own respective lives as normal everyday people. a fuckboy, a boss, a roommate, a stepbrother, a best friend, a co-worker and a bad boy. follow them as they have fun, learn, grow, break some poor hearts and of course fall in love… with you.
warning/genre; fluffffff! angst! crack! smut & perhaps kinky shit 🤪 (obviously only for hyung line!)
note; hi~ i’ve decided to start a small ongoing series where each member has their own respective stories and from time to time, i’ll update with random drabbles that revolves around their said stories! 😊
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!latest update! five (jake sim)
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BOYFRIEND!ENHYPEN when their s/o gets hit on.
warning/genre; some profanity! boyfriend!enhypen~ this is just for fun!
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Lee Heeseung
You and Heeseung had visited the nightclub after a busy week and as he attempted to order two drinks at the crowded bar, you kept close behind him while enjoying the music. That was, until an unfamiliar man came up to you and began blatantly hitting you up; telling you how beautiful you were but you were quick to point to your boyfriend. Only the stranger laughs and says something along the lines of “I don’t care about your fucking boyfriend.” Heeseung had heard all of this and turned around with amused eyes, seeing as how he was practically towering over this brave stranger.
“Oh I’m sorry, my 6ft self must not be tall enough for you to see me right here,” he chuckled sarcastically, “But hi, I’m the fucking boyfriend.”
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good boys go to heaven, but bad boys bring heaven to you
pairing: heeseung x reader
word count: 1.9k
warnings: a bit suggestive, mention of alcohol
a/n: this is my first time actually writing for real and first time posting! i hope you'll enjoy it. leave some feedbacks if you will♡ might want to write more
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"Y/N, I don't want to go to the party. You know how I am with these things." Fae, your best friend groaned. It was the weekend after your finals were finally over, you think you deserve to celebrate and have fun after suffering for so long trying to get over with the semester. "Oh, come on! We tortured ourselves enough with all of the studying! It's time to have some fun," you attempted to persuade her. There was a party at some rich boy's house that you didn't bother to find out. You only knew from your classmates that everybody was welcomed to go to the party.
"It's not like I would always drag you to come with me, just this time please. I want to have fun!" you pouted cutely. Which to Fae, wasn't at all cute. She would punch you in the nose if she didn't love you enough. She wondered why you suddenly wanted to go to this party so badly. You and Fae weren't really party-people. She thought maybe it did make sense that you wanted to try something new and entertain oneself. You both deserve it anyway. She groaned and mentally rolled her eyeballs all the way to the back of her head. You knew she was finally agreeing to come with you.
You squealed in excitement as you both got ready for the party with the baddest outfit and stunning makeup. You were actually a glasses-wearer. But, you chose to have fun for the night to put away the awful spectacles and put on contact lenses. You decided to go for a matching black outfit, a mesh long sleeved crop top with a skirt while Fae wore a dusty pink dress. As you put on your platform boots and Fae put on her pink heels, you both got out to the driveway and navigate your way to the house party.
The moment you arrived the music blasting through the walls was already so loud when you were still outside of the driveway. You got into the house and saw a bunch of familiar faces of your classmates. "Hey, Y/N! You're here," Jake greeted you with his charming smile. You attempted to greet back with a loud hey so that he could hear you through the loud music.
"Didn't think you'd make it, Fae," Jake winked flirtatiously. Fae just smiled forcefully, not bothered to withstand Jake's flirty nature. Not that she hated Jake, she just hated any human that's identified as a male, because yeah. She just does. That's her morale. Maybe every male has disappointed her in every way to make her hate men so much. No one has ever changed that. "Y'all have fun, okay." Jake clicked his tongue with a little wink and went away. "Let's find some drink and get dazed!"You decided to go to the table on the side to get the red solo cups that were already filled with some type of alcohol and chose to go YOLO to just drink them without much thought. "Omg, all of the fuck boys are here, Y/N," Fae whispered to you in a low voice signalling to the bunch of boys. You looked at what she had signalled. It was Jake and his group of friends. His really really hot friends. Fucking hot at that. They're four people, a bunch off a-holes. Kidding. They just have a reputation in your school for being bad boys and playing around with girls. You only knew Jake because he was your classmate. You never really have ever interacted with the other three boys but you have seen them a bunch of times. There was Heeseung, Jay and Sunghoon. They always wore some article of black outfits but they do always looked so fucking good every time you laid eyes on them.
You never told this to anyone but you always kind of have a slight crush on Heeseung. Maybe, not really a crush but he's an eye-candy. Heeseung was such a good-looking guy to look at. Though, his mannerisms that you caught him doing sometimes sent a frenzy in your mind. He's so fucking handsome, you couldn't take it. Promptly, you saw the hyung of the group of boys looked to your side for a split second, you might think you were fooling yourself to think of that. Then you saw him whisper something to Jake's ear, Jake blatantly turned up his head and looked for you, because your eyes met. Smiling and giggling to Heeseung, you have no idea what the fuck they talked about. Why were they looking at you? "Y/N, you saw that right?" Fae nudged your arm. You pretended to be puzzled, "What?" Fae breathed out, "I know it wasn't just me. You saw they were looking at you. Well, Heeseung to be exact."You scratched your head, "I didn't want to be full of myself to think they did," Fae scoffed, "Well, just remember he's bad news." You just nodded while drinking more alcohol from your cup. You were starting to feel buzzed. You weren't that great of a drinker anyway but you didn't know why you felt the thirst and urge yourself to keep on sippin.
The more time you spent there, the more you kept on noticing Heeseung would always stare at you. Fae seemed to be engrossed in finding her other friend that she knew. She was socialising just fine with other people. When you looked at Heeseung again, only to find out he was still staring at you intently, the room began to feel way too hot. The lack of oxygen was catching up to you. "Um, Fae, I'm gonna step outside for some air." You muttered under your breath. "Okay,babe," She nodded while still communicating with her friend.
When you stepped outside by the side of the house, there were still a lot of people there but less than they were inside. The sound of the water from the pool by the side of the house gave you a calming effect on your nerves as you inhaled a deep breath. You didn't know what you were getting so worked up over."Hey Y/N, I was trying to look for you," Jake chirped out of nowhere. "You're looking for me?" You asked, with a raised eyebrow. Jake scratched his head, "I don't know how to say this, well, do you want to play games with us?" You were kind of surprised he invited you, but the invitation did sound amusing. "With the guys," he added, "Oh and some other people," he smiled sheepishly. "Yeah, sure let's go," The thought of Heeseung being there was pretty exhilarating so you decided to just go for it.
He brought you to a room where it was pretty much private and only a few people was there, the boys and a few girls. Jake sat down, and you just followed suit seated next to him. "So, this is Y/N. If you don't know her." He introduced you to the group. "Hey Y/N, I'm Jay." Jay said with the sweetest smile on his face. "Sunghoon," Sunghoon remarked with a wink. Before Heeseung could open his mouth, Jake cut in, "And that is Heeseung," he smirked.
"Let's play a game!" "We're gonna play seven minutes in heaven!" Someone shrieked, while you felt your heart just stopped beating. Fuck, what the hell are you supposed to do now. Your heart hammering inside your chest didn't do any good to the rising tension in the room, also with the thought of, if you ever had the chance of being with Heeseung. "Since we're equal with the number of people, the guys are gonna write down their names, and the girls can draw the names, okay?" Jake suggested. Everyone nodded and you were stuck in terror.When the boys were setting their names and the papers, you really didn't know if you wanted to silently ask to get Heeseung or to not get him. Both are very much a scary outcome. By the time they were done, Jake went up to you to pass you the box of names, "Y/N, pick one," Jake instructed softly. You placed your hand in the box, with both eyes closed you randomly chose a piece of paper, 100% not knowing what to expect. Jake finished the rounds with the box name. "Okay, who did you get?" You lowkey shakily opened the tiny piece of paper, to see a 'Heeseung' and your heartbeat per minute just raised so fucking high you might have a heart attack. You couldn't believe your luck. You don't know if you're too lucky or too unlucky to get him. Jake peaked at your piece of paper, chuckled whilst clapping his hands.
"Okay, Heeseung you can go first." Jay declared. You muttered 'What' in a tiny voice. Jake just soothed your back up and down with his palm. "Remember, seven minutes. Not more, not less." Sunghoon spoke sternly. Heeseung looked at you softly, offering his hand for you to take to go into the closet in the room. You willingly take his hand into your own. It feels warm and nice. When you entered the closet was actually quite spacious to say the least. Jake closed the door of the closet, "Have fun," he winked naughtily.
You stood there not knowing what to do. "Um, are you okay?" Heeseung asked in a hushed tone. You looked at him for a short while and nodded slightly. "I wouldn't want to do anything if you're uncomfortable, Y/N." He spoke with a gentle voice. "No, I'm fine,actually," You said even when your heart was beating so loud in your ears, you thought that your heart was gonna jump out of your chest. Then, you felt his hands cupping your face making you look up to him, God, he's so beautiful even in such a dark setting in the closet. "You seem nervous, baby." He whispered while caressing your face. "I'm not," You lied blinking your eyes. "Really? So I don't make you nervous, hmm?" Heeseung hummed. You bit your lips, looking at his shining eyes and slowly your eyes trailed down to his beautiful lips. He chuckled lowly seeing you like that. "Y/N, can I kiss you?" He asked slowly with thumbs now caressing your bottom lip. You nodded, feeling shy under his gaze. "I need words love, do you want me to kiss you?" He questioned again in a stern manner.
"Yes, please kiss me Heeseung." You said with a breathy voice.With that he kissed you on the lips, and it felt so electrifying. The feeling of his lips on yours gave you flutters in your heart, you almost felt like floating. He deepened the kiss, and made you move your bodies to press closer to each other. He slipped his tongue slightly in your mouth and felt your warmth. Feeling how good your mouth tastes. He pulled away for a split second only to kiss you from a different angle and it made every part of your body burning with fire. With a shaky breath, you pulled away, he was still cupping your face in his palms stroking your cheeks gently. "Fuck," he muttered very lowly.
Then you heard noises from outside of the door, Jake annoyingly clapped his hands, "Alright! Seven minutes are over!"
pink silk | sim jake
pairing: jake x fem!reader
genre: almost! arranged marriage au (not really)
warning: quite suggestive
word count: 1.4k
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you stared at the silk slip dress laying on your bed. it was a beautiful shade of pink. it looks a bit short, but it's a stunning dress. you sighed. "i don't want to go to this dinner."
"honey, we've talked about this," your dad heaved.
"you're forcing me to go to dinner with someone i don't even know?" you scoffed and crossed your arms together. you can't believe your parents made dinner plans for you to meet with someone without your own knowledge. no, scratch that. it's not just dinner plans, they're marrying you off. what is this? you're being thrown into an arranged marriage life now?
"would you want to go if it's with someone you know?" riki, your brother cackled slightly, before your mom pinched his arm shutting him up. he rubbed his arm in pain. "riki, shut it!"
your dad pinched his nose bridge, exasperated "y/n, i'm doing this for your own good. i just want you to marry someone well off and a good man."
"i can't believe you're selling off your only daughter!"
you were fumed, though you sighed in defeat. there's nothing you can do but attend the dinner. you figured you might just go and run away if anything goes bad.
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as you arrived at the fancy restaurant, the waitress showed you the way to your table. you saw it was an empty table, thinking your dinner date was running late. tch, you couldn't believe you arrived earlier than whoever-might-show-up.
just as you boringly sat there waiting for your date, sipping your glass of champagne. rolling eyes at literally nothing. you hated this already. you sighed in annoyance, you wished you could go home already. why were you forced to be here? anyone with two eyes can see your grumpy mood.
that was until the corner of your eyes caught someone familiar. extremely familiar. you looked up as he walked near to your table. surprisingly, your frown slowly turned into a smile. a big smile at that.
"jake, it's you," sim jake. you weren't exactly the closest of friends, but you knew him through your mutual friend, park sunghoon, because they were best friends. sim jake and you never really talked that much. bumping with each other at times, you noticed the stares from the man when he didn't know you'd notice. the first time you met jake, you thought he was absolutely attractive. his nice-looking face, and his amazing personality that you only saw part of it. too bad, your talks with him never went past casual conversation and casual flirting. you were excited to see him.
sim jake, the handsome man, clad in a satin black dress shirt, matched with a black suit and pants. his visuals were astonishing. you couldn't really describe it in words of how handsome he was. his beauty just took your breath away. his hands were in his pockets, he looked absolutely stunning.
"you looked gorgeous, angel," he stood in front of you, complimented you with a little grin. he pulled his chair and sat across from you. your heart totally skipped a beat when you made eye contact as he looked at you. you were still smiling in excitement upon seeing him.
"i'd thought that you hated this dinner date."
"why would you say that?" you raised your eyebrow.
"seeing you from afar, you looked mad. but right now you seemed very pleased to see me. do you like me that much, y/n?" he teased and laughed that sounded like the music to your heart. you reddened with his teasing.
"oh, get over yourself." you rolled your eyes but said it with a huge smile on your face.
"do you like it that i'm here?" he smiled, placing his fingers onto his lips.
you scoffed, changing the topic, "don't you think it's a little rude to let the girl wait?"
he turned his head slightly, frowned a little, "well, i don't want to wait here and then find out i got ditched if my date decided to run away."
"now, who would ever ditch you?" you wouldn't ever confess you had planned to run off earlier. that was before you knew it was him. but, come on. it's sim jake. that's one hell of a dumb person could be to ditch him. would you run off if it was someone else? mayhaps.
he laughed again, "and i have ordered our appetizer. you know, because i was actually here first."
then the appetizer came in, the waiter later took your main course and dessert orders. your meal was served and both of you enjoyed your fine cuisine.
"so, angel, what do you think?" he started, wiping his mouth with a napkin.
"i wouldn't actually eat if it wasn't you tonight," you said truthfully, scooping in your delightful dessert.
"careful angel. you're really gonna make me think that you like me." he chuckled and you could've sworn you saw a slight red tint appearing on his cheeks.
"and i'm actually talking about you having to marry me." and then it just dawned on you. this dinner date was a date to meet the man that your dad wanted to marry you off. you barely processed, marrying this fine man? oh god.
"hmm, do you want to marry me?" you turned the question to him, then resting your cheek on your palm against the table.
you saw he bit his lips, "this isn't really an enemies-to-lovers trope, sweetheart."
"then what trope is it?" you asked innocently, batting your eyelashes.
"anything you want, angel."
"oh and maybe, just maybe. when tonight ends, you might just end up on my bed, princess." he said again with a flirty smile on his face.
you gasped in feign innocence, "jake, what do you even mean? how dare you initiating pre-marital s*x on our dinner night?"
"with how fucking stunning you look in that dress? you really think i'm gonna have the patience to wait until we get married?"
when he knew park sunghoon has a girl friend, he was dying to see you and meet you. sunghoon always had these stories of a certain girl that he never knew of. when he finally saw you, it was super easy to develop a crush on you, jake thinks. you were the most beautiful person his eyes has ever laid on. the way you carry yourself with grace, the way you talk. it was just in a blink of an eye that he realised he was attracted to you.
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true to his word. this fine piece of man does not have the patience to wait. when you were both done with your lovely cuisine, he was delighted to offer to bring you home. though, he did not drive you home and rather drove straight to his own apartment after asking you if it was okay to go to his place.
upon arriving at his penthouse, you were roughly pushed against the wall. "i'm sorry, angel, i just want to kiss you so bad. it's all i can think about," with his arm beside your head, he said the words just barely above whisper that sent shivers down your spine.
you bit your lips, "then kiss me jake." with that approval he attacked your lips with his delicious plump lips. you shut your eyes, feeling his warm and soft lips against yours. he smells fucking amazing with his signature cologne. you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. he kissed you fervently, deepening the kiss like he couldn't get enough of you. he was kissing you like his life depended on it. nose grazed each other, as he tilted his head to kiss you more. when you feel his hands start lazily roaming your body, you gasp. it gave him the access to taste the cavern of your mouth, tasting your warmth. it was also warmth that blossomed in your chest. your heart pounded quicker in your chest, and your knees got weaker. you could only focus on how soft he felt against your mouth, it was only in a slip seconds that you're already addicted to how he made you feel. when he pulled out from the kiss, you were both panting heavily, gasping for air.
he draped his arms around your frame to pull you closer to his body. "we're in for a long night, angel."
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yandere!enhypen being your bully
a/n: i got a request for this but somehow deleted it?? so sorry </3 i also made this as a school scenario, hope that’s fine!
jungwon
you knew he was waiting by the lockers and that’s the reason you stayed behind in class when the rest of your classmates went out. the pencil in your hand made small circles in your notebook, your mind occupied with the fear of jungwon noticing that you weren’t with the others. you rested your hand under your chin and shook your leg when you saw it from the corner of your eye. a shadow revealing in the halls, coming closer and closer to the classroom.
jungwon didn’t bother knocking, instead taking the liberty to walk straight to your seat. “what’s wrong?” he asked, probably not expecting an answer, and crouched down to meet your gaze that was now hiding under your hands. he took your wrist and moved it to the side, “look at me when i talk to you.” your chin wobbled and you wanted him gone, but that wouldn’t happen, “i have to go to class soon, but i’ll be waiting when you’re done for the day.” he stood up, hovering over you, “i’ll know if you escape from me… i’ll find you.”
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— posts with situationship!lee heeseung
✰ summary — series of texts and social media posts in which heeseung wants a girl that has boyfriend. not that he really cares.
✰ genre — smau, humor, college au i guess
✰ warnings — swearing & suggestive content (minors dni)
✰ a/n — SO EXCITED FOR THE NEW ALBUM AHHHHH
delusional hours
pov: imagine falling asleep on video call with badboy!niki and he confesses...
IMAGINES - If Enhypen was Sexist
Enjoy~ just an imagine darlings!
SUNGHOON
he'd keep quiet around women, not speaking to them
if a woman spoke to him, he'd turn away
if someone confronted him, he'd just say something like 'aish, i'm busy' and leave
nonconfrontational sexist
mostly express his thoughts to the members, not directly
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HEESEUNG
similar to sunghoon, but more vocal about it
when female staffs make a mistake, he'd scold them, while when male staffs make a mistake he'd laugh it off and comfort them
he'd constantly make sexist jokes, but if confronted call people out for being sensitive
sees women as below him but makes it all out as a joke, telling female staffs they should make them lunch instead of filming etc, things like 'do u even know how to record? it's this button here'
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SUNOO
gets away with it by being cute
makes fun of female idols aegyo with the members, saying he can do it better
rolls his eyes whenever a woman speaks to him
if confronted, plays it off by saying things like 'what, me? i could never say/do that!'
only allows male staffs to assist him, do his makeup/hair, etc
doesnt let females touch any of his things
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JAKE
holds back laughter everytime a woman speaks to him
passive sexist, hides it
when he buys gifts for women, it's always something like perfume, skincare, etc; trying to imply they smell bad etc (like when he bought perfume for two fans)
before doing something he always asks a woman what he should do, then makes sure to do the opposite
stares at womens foreheads while they speak to him to make them feel insecure
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JAY
sees women as objects
picks out female idols and/or staffs and plays smash or pass with the members
likes to compliment women, but always adds a snarky comment, eg 'your dress is beautiful, but it's not fitting for your body type'
mansplains everything
sees to it that all female stylists are fired, 'you have no idea what men wear'
sees virgins as prudes, but others as sluts
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JUNGWON
gets annoyed and impatient quickly when a woman speaks to him and cant hide it
makes them second guess themselves, always saying things like 'that's not right' 'are you sure' etc
uses his leader card often when he's called out, saying things like 'our schedule is tight, we need to be more efficient'
when women are talking to him, he goes on his phone
always has to have the last word
purposely knocks things over (etc) around female staffs, but if a male staff tries to pick it up he does it himself
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NIKI
unlike jake, he outright laughs when women are talking to him
doesnt hide his opinions, he'll always tell women they look bad etc
says things like 'your breath stinks' etc when it doesnt because he finds it funny
gaslighting master
tells women they need to lose weight, then gives fake dieting tips like 'you need to eat 3000 calories for 2 weeks to restore your metabolism' 'drink a shot of olive oil before and after every meal'
like he did to sunoo, tells women that they look like wild boars or resemble baymax
rates every women he sees
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S/O Dancing to their song while studying
Hey everyone! Welcome to CharmedChaos!
I’m JJSTAY, writer #1 who loves bringing your favorite characters to life in exciting and imaginative ways here at CharmedChaos. So, sit back, relax, and dive into the world of fantasy with me!
Group: Enhypen
Type: X Reader/X Member/N.A
Age Restriction: 13+/16+/18+/N.A
Word Count: 320
Request Status: Requested by: {no one}
Pairing: OT8
Genre: selected in purple
Romance, Angst, Fluff, Drama, Comedy, Fantasy, Mystery, Thriller, Action, Adventure, Horror, Smut
Trigger Warning: N/A
Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons{outside of stated idols}, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
Heeseung:
Walks in on you dancing while trying to study.
Bursts out laughing, finding your multitasking adorable.
Joins in with some exaggerated dance moves, turning it into a mini dance party.
"Guess studying isn't as fun without a bit of ENHYPEN, huh?"
Jay:
Casually leans against the doorway, watching you dance with a smirk.
Takes out his phone to record a bit, making sure to capture your best moves.
Walks up and dances with you for a moment before pulling you back to your books.
"Alright, dance break's over, let's get back to work!"
Jake:
Walks in, immediately starts hyping you up with cheers and claps.
Tries to mimic your dance moves but ends up tripping over his own feet, making you both laugh.
Encourages you to keep going, even suggesting new dance moves.
"You're doing great! Both with the dancing and the studying!"
Sunghoon:
Raises an eyebrow in amusement when he sees you.
Tries to act cool, but ends up joining in with a smile, doing the choreography perfectly.
Teases you a bit for dancing instead of studying, but helps you get back on track.
"Nice moves! But maybe save some of that energy for studying too."
Sunoo:
Immediately starts filming you with his phone, giggling.
Gives you a playful twirl and joins in, turning the study session into a fun dance session.
Takes a moment to appreciate how cute you look, then helps you refocus.
"This is why I love you – you make even studying fun!"
Jungwon:
Walks in and can't help but laugh at your enthusiasm.
Tries to join you but ends up making funny faces and exaggerated dance moves to make you laugh.
Eventually helps you get back to studying, offering to quiz you on your material.
"Dancing to our songs? I think that deserves a reward after studying!"
Ni-ki:
Super excited to see you dancing to their song.
Immediately jumps in and starts dancing along, showing off some moves.
Turns it into a mini dance lesson, helping you perfect some choreography.
"You're a natural! But let's get some studying done now, okay?"
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the enha universe (masterlist)
welcome, to the enha universe!
in this universe, the seven boys live their own respective lives as normal everyday people. a fuckboy, a boss, a roommate, a stepbrother, a best friend, a co-worker and a bad boy. follow them as they have fun, learn, grow, break some poor hearts and of course fall in love… with you.
warning/genre; fluffffff! angst! crack! super cliched storylines! smut & perhaps kinky shit 🤪 (obviously only for hyung line!)
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❐ REASONS TO DATE | park sunghoon
precis. all the reasons why you should date sunghoon — a guide by sunghoon himself ( wc. ≃ 2.8k )
genre. fluff, humor, mutual pinning, friends to lovers
warnings. profanities, sunghoon's very bad attempt at asking you out, slightly suggestive at the end, food mentions, sunghoon is a lil' shit, mentions of stress due to school ( who r we even kidding ) ps. i ran this thru editor but if u still still spot mistakes, pls forgive me ty </3
note. always count on tumblr to ruin your headers <3 anyway, happy reading !
even though he acts like a love god, sunghoon is actually a failure in the love department of life.
it’s embarrassing, funny and pitiful at the same time to watch him confess to you— or rather, talk about how much of a blessing he is to this earth, and that you should be honoured for he’s offering you the golden opportunity to date him.
so just like always, sunghoon finds himself sitting next to you before classes, a soft smile dancing on his lips. one may find it painful to not be in the same class with their crush but sunghoon, he doesn’t care. you can always spot him next you before and after classes, during lunch, from home to school and back, even more. and as much as he wishes people would assume you both are dating, there’s only one rumour that spins in the air— sunghoon doesn’t have any shame, and you don’t have the guts to accept your feelings towards him.
but cut to the base line, the truth is a whole another story.
“we should date, y’know?” sunghoon smirks, pointing at you and himself simultaneously as he leans further on the desk next to you for a better look at your face. “you and me.”
you sigh, leaning against the chair. “sunghoon, it’s eight in the morning.”
“and, your point is?”
“my point is that i’m not mentally prepared for this now,” which is partially a lie, partially. mornings are for classes and crying over how your days always start with maths lessons. however, having sunghoon by your side is always appreciated, even though he’s annoying.
“you don’t even have to do much,” he rests his head on his palms, shooting you his infamous smirk as a few students around pretend to gawk at this utterly cheap attempt at flirting. “just say yes when i ask you out on a date.”
“why should i?”
and he sits straight on the chair as if he’s about to present the ten slides long presentation about why you both would be a good couple — which it is, to be specific, except there are no slides, just him rambling, hoping to make sense. and you are enjoying it to bits. “don’t you want everyone to be jealous of you and say, ‘oh my god, yn, your boyfriend is so handsome and hot—”
“no.” you interject, a few chuckles emerging from the stray gazes that have been lingering on you ever since you stepped into the campus. “besides, jake is much much handsome-er than you. even his accent is hot.” and you can hear jake snickering in your head, telling you to keep him out of your lovey-dovey business.
“hey, i can mimic his accent too!” he whines with an offended grimace, and every second testing your ability to keep a straight face. “like, let’s gaur on a date,” he says in a cocky tone, shooting you a smirk accompanied with a wink and you take a deep breath, closing your eyes. you’ve seen enough for today.
“yeah, you’re done. now leave, i have to finish this assignment before science class.” you push his arms, beckoning him to leave while shaking your head in disgust. hearing him imitate, or more like satirise, australian accent was the last thing you were expecting today. you look at him through a peripheral gaze, lips curving into a faint smile at the pout on his face as he stands up, rolling his out.
“geez, and i thought the all rounder yn always finished assignments on time,” you shoot him a glare, hoping no one heard his satirical remark because you definitely don’t want your classmates snitch about how science teacher’s favourite student forgot to do her assignments, and if you’re being honest, you’ve been forgetting to do all the assignments lately. “anyway, see you at lunch, sweetheart.”
it’s an endearment you can never get used to. no amount of banters thrown at sunghoon can ever deny the fact that sunghoon calling you sweetheart made you feel unspeakable things. “i’m fasting today,”
you look up, he has already left. a silly smile makes its way to your lips as you get back to your classwork. so, just as always, cut to the base line, the truth is— sunghoon is aware of your feelings towards him, and you’re set on rejecting him until the end of time; or in this case, until the end of finals, which is due in three weeks.
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it’s been ten minutes since you entered the canteen and sunghoon is nowhere to be seen. eating alone is something you’ve despised all your life. you can simply join a bunch of students right now and they would welcome you as if you’ve been their friends for eternity, but your eyes are busy looking for the special someone in the multitude. that is, until you feel someone slide in the empty chair next to you.
“thought you ditched me.” you pout and oh god, you never expected yourself to pout in sunghoon's absence.
“you were waiting for me?” there’s amusement in his voice, a dust of pink adorning his cheeks before his lips morph into a smirk. “my my, yn, are you in love with me?” there it is, the usual sunghoon; and he’s lucky you’re in love with him or else it would’ve been his face and your fist.
“ignoring that,” you roll your eyes. “what took you so long?”
“oh, it’s miss kang and her darned projects,” an exasperated sigh escapes his lips as he leans against the chair, closing his eyes for a brief second before resting his gaze on you. “moving on, have you ever thought about dating me? it’s a golden chance, once in a lifetime.” he brings up the same topic again, pretending he hasn’t been pestering you about the ‘ pros of dating park sunghoon’ for one month and ten days, now. ( yes you count. no you will not tell why )
“how are you not tired of him yet?” sunghoon snickers as sunoo’s voice interrupts his ‘moment’. no, sunoo has no reason to eavesdrop on you and sunghoon’s existingly nonexistent love life. the stars are against him and just happened to pass by. besides if you ask him, sunoo would rather do riki’s assignments for a week than offering to hear about what goes on between you and sunghoon.
you shrug, taking a bite from your lunch. “beats me,”
“hey, if she can tolerate you then of course can handle me as well,” you hear sunoo curse under his breath, sunghoon breaking into mocking laughter and gosh, you are not ready for whatever’s coming up.
“yeah, now stop it you two,” you interrupt before letting things take a turn for worse, a frown settling on sunoo’s face and you figured it was because he could’ve come up with an amazing comeback if you didn’t cut in. “sunoo i have some council work to handle so please tell mr han that i wouldn’t be able to attend his class.” you get up from your seat, feeling sunghoon’s disapproving gaze linger on your unfinished lunch.
and student council work is an excuse. the real is to escape sunoo’s and sunghoon’s endless bickering. truthfully, you do have a lot of pending work because of council. somedays, you would sit inside your class, filling papers and checking reports while letting your eyes trace over all the students having fun in their own bubble, all those who don’t have to worry about school funds and organising functions. all those who do not stray further away from mental stability with every passing day, to put it in jungwon’s words.
you greet the fellow council members, taking a seat in the meeting room for the availability of better privacy and avoid people disturbing you every now and then. people as in sunghoon, and sunghoon because as much as you appreciate and adore his presence, you want to get over with the due work before being offered with another stressful bunch.
amidst all the papers and silence, your eyes take notice of the flavoured milk resting on the table corner opposite to you. you hadn’t seen it before, maybe because you were too busy analysing the documents to let your attention wander on anything else. you grab the drink, there’s a post-it note on it, and you smile at the handwriting.
‘learn to take care of yourself <3’
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you hear the muffled footsteps of students pacing through the corridor, signifying that the class is over. you check the time, five minutes before the next class starts and if you don’t depart now, you’ll be late. and honestly, you could care less. classes are the least of your concerns right now. your mind has been rather fixating on a certain someone for the past hour. you step out, closing the door before your eyes land upon the said ‘someone’ leaning against the wall with his characteristic smirk. a smile grows on your lips.
“how long have you been waiting?” you ask as sunghoon leads you down the stairs, not caring about the location because wherever it’ll be, it’ll be with him.
“twenty minutes? i was kicked out of class for napping,” as expected from him. besides being amazing at figure skating and nailing extracurricular charts, sunghoon is also good at getting kicked out of the class and detentions. he has a record, quite an impressive one— most number of detentions in november 2021.
he says it’s one of his charms. it may be, not many have the charms of getting detentions once every two to three days. not kicking him out is blatant favouritism, and one might as well add that his charms are hypnotic, for he has every teacher wrapped around him with his honey drizzled words. you agree, you really do. park sunghoon is charming, and a man with charms with a very dangerous thing.
before you realised, you were sneaking towards the school’s terrace, silent footsteps through the hallways to avoid getting caught. however, much to your disappointment, you hear sunghoon’s name echo from a few classrooms behind, making you curse internally. being friends with sunghoon is risky, and skipping classes with him is equivalent to digging your own grave. you feel his hand slide in yours as he pulls you to your right, rushing down the stairs to a much secluded area of the school, finally pulling you inside the art room before shutting the door. trouble follows sunghoon, and this time you’re entangled in its grip as well.
he leans against the walls of the art room— which is currently not in use due to renovation— panting to catch his breath and you can swear, you’ve never seen him look so hot before. “you should date me, yn.”
there it is again. just when you think you should stop with this whole game, giving into your feelings and dating him, sunghoon messes up, straying away from the much awaited opportunity of calling you his lover. “i don’t know why i should date you when i have jake,”
“because dating me is fun.” he replies immediately as if he has been anticipating your statement with an answer residing at the tip of his tongue. “you get a comedian and a model in one.”
and you deadpan. “i do not want a comedian boyfriend.”
he takes a long pause while you try to suppress your laughter. his gaze avoids your sight, fluttering all over the room as he tries to come up with a good reply because hell, he did not just rejected for having god tier humour. actually, sunghoon has believed two things in his life. one, people like humour and second, people like him. and your reply, well, he’s not taking it well. not yet.
but then his eyes perk up, shifting back to you. “i’m hot— literally. my hands are warm unlike yours.” oh, well, he’s not lying. you have terribly cold hands, and you thank god sunghoon is confident enough to stuff your hands inside his pockets, fingers interlaced with yours; and of course you have to pay him back in terms of snacks and your exam notes.
“that’s your reason?” you laugh. who wouldn’t? his awful attempts at flirting are the reasons why jake has saved his number as ‘no bitches,’ with the pleading face emoji. however, if you’d ask sunghoon, he claims he’s single by choice not by fate, and everyone agrees because whatever helps him sleep at night, is all that matters. “thought you’d be better at this, sunghoon.”
“i’m better at many other things though,” something shifts in the air. you look at sunghoon, and his eyes meet yours before landing on your lips, making your heart skip a beat; or actually, a few beats.
the silence is deafening, or maybe it’s not. rather, the silence is dripping with the sexual tension between you, sunghoon and the utter realization that you both are on thin ice, considering you’ve been spotted by a teacher who is probably looking for you like some treasure hidden in the hills.
he takes a small step towards you, tilting his head towards your lips and you let out the fakest laugh possible, wanting to bury yourself six feet under ground because the embarrassment is engulfing you. you look at his face— god, you wish you didn’t. it’s overflowing with confusion, a hint of blush on his cheeks. great, because you did not just cockblock your own crush, who is very much aware of your feelings, by the way.
but you have a reputation to maintain, and the elephant in the room is making it harder for you to formulate your thoughts. so you come up with a question, the best you could’ve done. “how is your project coming out?”
and you wait. an awkward smile on your lips, eyes begging him to say something because the silence is eating you, devouring you— digesting you, even. you scream internally. god speed your love and support towards me.
“i just came up with another reason why you should date me.” now that isn’t something you’d expect from someone who just got cockblocked by his own crush. but again, we’re talking about sunghoon and with sunghoon, anything is possible. besides, you should be glad a conversation is happening after your recent actions.
“what is it?”
“you get to kiss me.” yeah no, he’s unbelievable. there’s a shit eating grin on his face as he inches a little closer and you hate him for making your heart escalate infinitely. “people die to do that, y’know?”
“well, i’m not interested.” you respond, averting your eyes and trying to play it cool.
sunghoon meets your eyes once again. “you’re missing out,”
“i don’t care,”
“you should at l— ,”
“not intereste—”
“is it so hard to tell that i want to kiss you?”
“then do it.” a heavy silence follows with both of you looking at each other with lovestruck gazes. you feel your words echo inside your head, cheeks heating up at your close proximity and before you know it, his lips are on yours while his arms snake around your wait, pulling you closer when you kiss back.
your mind goes blank. he’s kissing you. park sunghoon is kissing you; and you’re kissing back, of course, anyone would. like he said— people die to do that. it’s simple, really— his fingers ghost up your waist, cupping your cheeks, shared breaths twirling between soft gasps for air. and your thought process is just an incoherent chant of ‘we’re going to die if we got caught,’ and ‘at least, i’ll die kissing sunghoon,’— as idiotic as it sounds.
you swear you can hear footsteps approaching and you’re definitely not mistaken. you try to pull away, only for him to tilt your head and deepen the kiss and as fun as it sounds, making out with sunghoon is the last thing teachers want to see you doing after skipping classes together.
you’re done. this time, for real. you count your demerits in your head, one for skipping classes, one for doing scandalous things with him— but then he faintly nibbles on your bottom lip, and you’re gone. your arms circle around his neck, the footsteps are getting louder with every second that passes, your heart racing at an unbelievably high pace.
but then he pulls back, much to your disappointment, leading you inside a very messy closet, if anything. you’re unable to formulate your thoughts. the feeling of his lips lingers on you, keeping you away from thinking reasonably. you hear the door open, a few voices emerging from behind the closet door, and sunghoon pins you against one of the walls inside the closet, lips hovering dangerously close to yours.
“now, let’s keep quiet, yeah?” and then he kisses you again.