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THEORY OF LOVE ⸺ YANG JUNGWON

genre! fluff, inspired by this article

word count! 679

synopsis! in which jungwon ponders the theory of love on a morning bus ride but his only conclusion is you

How many times can you fall in love?

While there’s no universal answer, most people believe in the three loves theory, you know, the one that says we all experience three great loves in our lifetime.

Now it's been said each one is for a specific reason, the first love, this is the love that plants the seed in the soil of your heart for all your other loves to sprout. It's the idealistic love—the one that seems like it's straight out of a generic Disney movie.

It's appealing to the eyes and we dive in head-first with the belief that this is the only love we’ll ever love, we believe this is what love is supposed to be—what it's supposed to look like—feel like but sadly some lovers do not make it through the storm we call truth, because contrary to popular belief, love is not always so amicable.

The second love, this is the love that teaches us to water our still-growing plant, bury it in rich soil, and make sure it gets lots of sunlight. This is where we learn lessons about who we are and what we need to be loved and to love others.

Similar to a carnival ride, it has its highs and lows, and like an adrenaline-rushed child at the highest point of the roller coaster, we stay in this relationship through the lows with the expectation of that sweet release of dopamine when we reach the highs, but alas it comes to a bittersweet end.

The third love, this is the love in full bloom. The love you never saw coming and it comes so easily and naturally that we question if it's too good to be true.

It takes you by surprise, knocks you off your feet, and shakes you to your core. Shatters your preconceived notions of love and becomes something that is uniquely your own. The love that keeps knocking at your door no matter how long it takes for you to answer.

But the question remains, just how many times can you fall in love?

Well, for Yang Jungwon, he'd have to say infinity, because truth be told, he fell in love with you every second of every day.

He loved you in all the ways you could possibly love a person.

Just like now as he watches you fix his tie on the city bus that he struggled with for a solid five minutes until you finally turned around, mumbling how he was giving you second-hand embarrassment, your fingers skillfully fastening the satin black fabric.

The golden glow of the early morning sun seeps through the squared windows, enshrouding all passengers in what can only be described as a heavenly luminosity, his brown eyes turn into bright pools of honey when you finally meet his gaze, his lips curved in a soft smile.

You eye him suspiciously, “What?”

I'm in love you with you. He thinks.

Before Jungwon can speak the bus comes to a stop pulling your full attention away from him, “This is our stop, come on.”

He says nothing but feels everything when you take his hand in your own as you pile out of the bus along with a few other passengers.

The crisp air nips at his skin, leaving a slight red blush on the pale complexion of his cheeks and the tip of his nose.

A mass of white blossoms tinged with pink sprinkled down along the cement pathway as you walked alongside him, the soft petals landing in your hair and he had to resist the urge to pluck them out for you although a part of him thought you looked pretty like that.

“Oh!” you look at him suddenly as if you had just remembered something. “What were you gonna say earlier?”

He stops in his tracks, looking down at you.

I'm in love with you.

He smiles with a shrug, “I forgot.”

Jungwon’s not stupid, he knows why you're asking, it's because you want to hear him say it, but he's not quite done teasing you yet.

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Don’t call me cute!

Jungwon x reader

Fluff

The way that the members are depicted in this story has nothing to do with how they really are or how I feel they are. It is all solely for the storyline so please bear that in mind 🫶

Summary: Jungwon isn’t very fond of his gf calling him cute… at least that’s what he wants to think

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Since today was a (rare) free day for the boys, they invited me to come over to their dorm to have a meal and stay for the night. Of course my adorable bf Jungwon was attached to my hip the whole time and not letting me leave his side for one second.

“No Y/Nie! Jay hyung can deal with dinner by himself. Just stay here with me.”

“Hey you brat! I need at least one person to help me out and Y/N is the only one here who I can trust to not burn the kitchen down.” Jay responded. Of course he knew that there was no way of getting you from the kitty leader but it was worth the try I guess.

“Nope. Y/N will stay here with me.” Jungwon insisted with a smug grin on his face, showing off his adorable dimple.

I couldn’t help but coo at him “OMG baby you’re so cute I just wanna squeeze those cheeks of yours!” As I poke at his dimple.

However Jungwon pouted at my words. CUTE?!? He’s not cute! 😡

“Babyyy! Don’t call me cute! Call me handsome and manly!” He whined.

At his response, I looked at him with sad puppy eyes. “What do you mean?? You’re my cute baby, just like a floofy kitten.”

“Nooo you’re MY baby. I’m not cute I’m handsome!” He insisted.

“Ok then” I said with a pout and turned away from him to sulk. Obviously I didn’t take his words seriously but I decided to mess with him to see if he’d crack.

I felt him poke and pinch my cheeks

“Babyyy, bubbaaa, loveee, Y/Niiieee. Don’t be sulkyyy. Look at meeee.”

He carried on poking my cheeks and planting small kisses to try and gain back my attention.

“Don’t worry Wonnie I’m not upset! I understand and won’t call you cute anymore ☺️

He couldn’t help but feel a bit cautious but hey! He wasn’t being called cute!

Time skip

Third person’s POV:

Jungwon didn’t know how to feel after that night honestly. He could feel a slight shift in the way his gf acted around him. Even your texts didn’t seem as chirpy as before. Of course you still sent him cute messages and said ‘I love you’ frequently but he could just tell something felt different.

It didn’t help that when you were out with the boy’s, you’d be very calm around him but all of a sudden would coo at Sunoo and pinch his cheeks. He felt a slight twinge of jealousy at the sight but it wasn’t like you had never coddled Sunoo before. From the start of the relationship, you always told Sunoo how cute he was and he never minded it so how come it felt so different now?

Because the poor baby was feeling a bit down from stress of you not babying him he invited you to come over to the dorms again so he could have a nice cuddle session with his baby

Once again, Jay was cooking dinner for everyone since according to him “Instant ramyun isn’t a meal” but we can agree to disagree

Jungwon had been a lot clingier to you tonight and you were not complaining one bit. It may not have seemed like it from an outsider but you had been trying so hard to stop yourself from just going hours about how adorable your bf was. But he clearly wasn’t a fan so you’d respect that to make him happy.

Even during dinner, it took all of the strength in you to not squeeze his cheeks as he stuffed them with food. God he’s so bloody cute and I can’t do anything about it 😭😭😭

Y/N’s POV:

After we all cleared up our plates from the dinner Jay had made, we all decided to play Mario Kart (I don’t play games so this was all I could think of 😅)

So far Niki was winning with Sunoo not so far behind, followed by Jake and Sunghoon. There was so much chaos going on as each of them were so close to overtaking each other. It was a close race till before the finish line, Sunoo hit Niki with a shell and beat him for 1st place

“Yeaaaa I won! Whoop whoop” Sunoo screamed whilst doing a shimmy dance. And ofc Niki grabbed Sunoo’s feet and dragged him around in a circle 😂

Still full of giggles, Sunoo carried on doing his little dance with a bright peachy smile.

Seeing how cute he looked, it reminded me of Jungwon’s previous comment from a few days ago so I tried to see if what I said next would make him react 😈.

So I squealed “Ahhhh you’re so cute Sunoo!”

From the corner of my eyes I could see a ball of poofy hair pop up with bright round boba eyes looking at me.

I carried on giggling with Sunoo and saying how cute he is. But I can’t help it! Sunoo’s bright eye smile was to die for.

The boys carried on fighting over who’s turn it was to play and I felt a slight tug on my sleeve.

“What about me?”

I turned and saw my Wonnie looking at me with his round eyes and his bottom lip slightly jutted out.

“Of course you’re my amazing and handsome boyfriend.” I said with a bright smile

“Is there anything else?”

“Oh yeah! You’re my manly boyfie who will protect me from anything!”

He felt slightly better hearing you call him exactly what he wanted to be called. But after seeing how you reacted to Sunoo, he couldn’t help but think that maybe he liked you calling him cute… and ONLY him.

“Baby? Am I also cute to you?” He couldn’t help but ask

Ah ha! Finally!

I felt guilty for making him jealous but I just knew that he DID want to be called cute. And I’d gladly do that for my baby.

“Of course you are Wonnie! You are the most adorable little dumpling ever! My cute kitty”

From that, Jungwon’s face lit up with joy and he could feel butterflies in his stomach. He then nuzzled his face into my neck and mumbled “Promise you will only call me cute. I don’t like it when you say it to other people. I am your cute cat”

The members turned around and started teasing their leader but he didn’t care. All of his attention was on you and he wanted you to shower him in compliments while cuddling.

“Yes baby, you are my adorable, handsome and manly boyfriend”

Author’s note: Here it is! Thank you to those who voted for this fic and waited to patiently for it, I hope it was worth the wait 🫶 I think we can all collectively agree that our cat leader is most certainly very cute and handsome and so much more 🩵 I hope you guys enjoy this and thank you for taking the time to read my work!



Only 1 or two are finished so if an incomplete fic wins the poll, it’ll probably take 1 or 2 days for me to complete and proof read before posting 🩵

I might release the fics in the order of them winning so if you’d really like one to be released, please vote (or comment if there’s more than one) since it will take a while for all posts to be released!

And please let me know if you’d like to be tagged in any of them 🫶

PLSS has anyone read jungwon wattpad called throat knive? i cant get it out of my head & still super sad about it😭🤧 im heary hurts💔

wait this was so cute!!! 😭🫠🫶

he holds the baby for the first time | enhypen x reader

➸ note; hehe my first fic back!! very much in my engene era again so expect more enha fics! hope I'm not too rusty

➸ word count: 2159 words

➸ sangyoon, sam, ella, eunhye, yeeun & serin; newborn

➸ warning(s): bloody imagery(?), breastfeeding, premature birth, c-section, mentions of breathing tube

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heeseung

So much could happen in the span of a year.

Heeseung couldn’t believe that in just one year, you had gotten married, found out you were pregnant on the same day, been through a whole pregnancy, and now your son was finally here.

‘He is the cutest baby there has ever been,’ Heeseung declares once he’s all cleaned up and laying on your chest.

‘You say that now, wait until we get home and he keeps us up all night long.’

‘Doesn’t make him any less gorgeous,’ Heeseung grins, ‘just like his mummy/mommy.’

‘I don’t know if that’s the best word to describe mummy/mommy right now.’

‘No, I think it’s the perfect word. You have never been more beautiful to me than you are right now.’

‘You’re cute,’ you roll your eyes, ‘I hope he looks like you.’

Heeseung turns his head to kiss the side of yours, and in that moment you yawn.

‘Oh, I think mummy/mommy needs a nap Yoonie.’

‘Hmm, I agree… Will you be okay on your own?’

‘Don’t worry about us,’ Heeseung gives you a reassuring smile, ‘you need to focus on getting rest. We’ll be just fine.’

Heeseung ever so gently lifts Sangyoon from your chest, cradling him in his arms.

‘Wake me, if he needs me,’ you mumble sleepily, turning onto your side and closing your eyes.

Heeseung settles on the couch beside the window, laying across it.

He briefly scrolls through his phone, reading notifications and answering a couple of text messages but finds he cannot tear his eyes away from Sangyoon for too long.

After a few minutes, you’re clearly asleep, face relaxed and body rising up and down rhythmically. 

Heeseung whispers to his baby boy. 

‘You’re perfect, aren’t you? I didn’t expect for you to happen so soon but.. I’m so grateful you came along when you did.’ 

Heeseung knows that you can’t really tell a baby’s features for a while, but he swears Sangyoon has his nose. His chest fills with pride.

‘I love you so so much Sangyoon-ie.’

jay

Jay had not stopped crying since the moment his son was born.

The moment the tears would begin to subside, he caught a glimpse of his baby boy laying in your arms and his eyes would become glossy again. If you’d told Jay nine months ago that this is where he would be now, he wouldn’t have believed it. But starting his family with you felt so right, like the most natural thing in the world.

‘He looks exactly like you,’ you mumble tiredly, gently rubbing Sam’s head with your thumb.

‘You think so?’

‘Oh yeah. Daddy’s twin.’

Jay’s heart leaps at the title. He studies Sam’s face for a few moments.

‘You know what, I think you’re right,’ he says, ‘Your genes stood no chance against mine.’

‘M’not complaining.’

‘Good genes all around.’

By now, Sam was a couple of hours old, and you had been doing skin-to-skin with him for some time. Coupled with the exhaustion of the birth, your eyes are growing heavy.

‘God, you must be exhausted,’ Jay notices your worn out demeanour.

‘It’s been a long day,’ you chuckle.

‘C-can I take him from you?’

‘You don’t have to ask, you’re his daddy.’

You sit up a bit, allowing Jay to take Sam from you more easily.

‘Hi baby boy,’ Sam fusses a little bit, ‘it’s okay, I’m your daddy.’

Sam’s fussing quickly turns into weak wails, and Jay’s expression drops.

‘No, no, don’t cry, please- Y/N, I think he wants to be with you-‘

‘Jay. You’re fine, just keep going. He’ll calm down.’

He looks totally out of his depth, but perseveres, continuing to shush and comfort the baby.

‘You’re okay, you’re safe, it’s just me, your mummy/mommy is still here, see?’

Sam eventually settles, cries reduced to gurgles.

Sensing his small victory, Jay is beaming, more than you’ve ever seen before. Again he can’t help but think about how natural but so foreign it feels to have his own baby in his arms.

Jay awkwardly rocks Sam, ‘I can’t believe you’re really ours, my son…’

jake

Through his career, Jake has been able to travel the world and experience so many unique things, but nothing will ever come close to watching you give birth to Ella.

You had planned for a home birth, feeling as though your home would be a comforting setting and make the process easier. You’d pictured maybe giving birth on your bed or maybe even the couch or a beanbag (not considering the mess) so it was a bit of a surprise that you wound up in your large bathtub. But, you had insisted, at the time.

Jake had sat in with you, and with the help of the midwife, had delivered Ella himself. He’d held her for just a moment, holding her under her arms as he transferred her to you, but even just that one touch had him longing for another. Jake knew how important it was for Ella to get to know yours first, so he pushed his feelings aside.

The both of you were so mesmerised by her big shiny brown eyes and little sounds that you hardly noticed the fallout from the birth pooling below you. 

‘We should really give you a hose down, Y/N,’ your midwife gestures to your separate shower, ‘are your pyjamas still laid out in the bedroom? You can get into bed afterwards.’

She leaves to grab your change of clothes while you and Jake make the awkward first handover.

Jake wanders into her nursery while you step into the shower with the midwife’s help. Ella’s hands peek out from the blanket, grasping at the air. 

‘Oh wow, hi baby,’ he whispers, holding out his finger and fitting it under Ella’s curled little hand.

Ella gurgles and spit pools between her lips, which Jake gently wiped away with the blanket. 

’You’re so tiny, almost feel like you’re gonna break.’

Jake slowly rubs her hand with his thumb.

‘Let’s put some clothes on you.’

Jake lays her down on the changing table, choosing a floral print onesie and putting it on her, just like how he learned in your antenatal classes.

He gently lifts Ella up again, taking her into your bedroom to wait for you. 

He tentatively lifts her tiny head to his lips, pressing a kiss to her forehead.‘You’re my beautiful girl, aren’t you? Gonna do my absolute best by you. I promise I’ll look after you, always.’

sunghoon

This was absolutely the greatest day of Sunghoon’s life.

His beautiful baby girl had come into the world safely, and she was everything he’d hoped for and more.

He couldn’t look at her for more than a few moments without tearing up or going on a tangent about how much he loves her and you.

He secretly (but not so secretly) had hoped for at least one daughter, and when you found out Eunhye was in fact a girl, he was ecstatic.

The moment she was born and he saw her for the first time, it was as though his heart had doubled in size, as if it had to grow bigger to make room for just how much love he had for his daughter.

Eunhye was barely two hours old when she fed for the first time. The midwife helped you with the actual feeding, getting Eunhye to latch on properly, while Sunghoon supported you more with encouraging words and helping you drink water while your hands were occupied.

Otherwise, Sunghoon felt a little unhelpful, standing at a distance and just watching. 

It was blatantly so difficult for you. The feeding hurt, your entire body ached and you felt pain all over, and he was essentially powerless.

‘She’s eating well,’ the midwife commented, ‘she’s got a good appetite.’

‘Wonder where she gets that..’

‘It’ll get easier, Y/N. You’ll both get used to it and it will hurt less and less.’

Eventually, Eunhye tries to pull away, signalling she’s done. The midwife turns to Sunghoon.

‘Dad? You want to burp the little one?’

‘Hoon?’

Sunghoon is taken aback, suddenly uneasy.

‘Is it okay?’ He asks you.

‘Hoon, you should take her. Let her get to know her daddy.’

‘Okay, Sunghoon, if you just lift her from under her arms- that’s it- rest her on your shoulder, one hand here, the other on her back.’

Eunhye feels tiny in his arms. The midwife instructs him on how to properly burp her.

‘This won’t hurt her, will it?’ 

’No,’ the midwife chuckles, ‘you’d know if it was.’

Sunghoon’s head is craned around to look at her face, unable to look away.

’You’re doing really well, Sunghoon,’ the midwife praises, and a few minutes later, Eunhye burps, then whines.

‘You’re okay, you’re okay,’ Sunghoon pouts, ‘you’re just amazing, aren’t you?’

sunoo

‘She’s an angel,’ Sunoo is just radiating pure happiness and pride. He practically has hearts in his eyes looking at your newborn daughter, who was cooing in your arms.

’She’s perfect,’ you agree.

Your baby girl’s eyes are only half open, but she’s clearly studying the two of you. 

‘Hi, baby,’ Sunoo says softly, ‘we love you so much.’

‘We really do,’ you smile.

Sunoo leans across to kiss her head, and when he pulls away he rests his hand on her head.

’Her head is so small, fits in my hand.’

‘Didn’t feel very small when it was coming out of me,’ you remark pointedly, and he winces a little.

‘Of course, I didn’t think of that. You did incredibly.’

You could see how eager Sunoo was to be close to her, he couldn’t take his eyes off of her. 

‘Do you want to hold her?’ 

Sunoo’s eyes gloss over.

‘Is that even a question?’

‘So no then?’ 

’Shut up, give her here.’

She doesn’t fuss in the slightest when being passed to Sunoo. 

‘Oh hello my pretty angel,’ Sunoo handles her expertly, like he was made to be a dad.

He lifts her up to kiss her forehead, and lingers there for a moment. 

’She smells so good,’ Sunoo chuckles, ‘like a proper baby.’

‘She is a proper baby,’ you point out.

‘You know what I mean. I almost don’t believe she’s real. Don’t believe we really made her. She’s so pretty, it’s almost like I’m holding a doll.’

Sunoo rocks her while shifting his weight between his feet, eyes never leaving her face, warm smile never leaving his.

‘Yeeun,’ Sunoo says suddenly.

‘Huh?’

‘She looks like a Yeeun.’

You mull it over for a few moments.

‘I like it,’ you nod, ‘Yeeun it is.’

Sunoo somehow brightens even more, so proud that he’d named his daughter.

‘You’re my beautiful girl, Yeeun-ah,’ he repeatedly kisses her head, ‘I promise I’ll love and protect you always.’

jungwon

You were thirty-four weeks when your waters broke, and Serin was rushed into the world. 

She was tiny, barely five pounds. 

Jungwon held your hand throughout the whole surgery, and was reluctant to leave your side when Serin was taken away and you were being stitched up.

Serin was quickly referred to special care, and you were taken along with her. 

‘How does she look?’ you ask Jungwon, while your baby girl is getting hooked up to the equipment.

‘She’s beautiful,’ Jungwon holds your hand again, squeezing it gently, ‘so beautiful. She’ll be okay.’

For hours, you feel hopeless. You feel so empty, and you ache to hold and be with your daughter. 

Jungwon convinces you to get some sleep, which after the long day you’ve had, it finds you easier than you thought.

You wake up to Jungwon shaking you gently.

‘Baby, look who it is.’

He helps you sit up while Serin is wheeled into the room in a crib. 

She has patches on her body, to monitor her heart rate and breathing, and a breathing tube in her nose. 

‘She’s very healthy Mama,’ the midwife says, ‘just needs some help with those lungs.’

‘Can- can we hold her?’ you ask weakly.

‘You can,’ the midwife smiles.

You sob when she’s finally placed on your chest and you get to do skin to skin. 

‘Look at her,’ you cry, and when you look at Jungwon, he’s wiping away tears.

He opens his mouth to speak, but chokes out a sob of his own.

An hour flies by and the midwife returns, both to check on you and the baby. You feed Serin for the first time.

‘Daddy, would you like a hold?’ The midwife asks, and Jungwon’s heart skips a beat.

‘Can I?’ he asks you, and you nod.

The midwife helps, keeping the wires out of the way. 

The moment Serin is placed in his arms, Jungwon’s entire world changes.

‘Hey Serin,’ Jungwon says softly, ‘hi sweetheart. You’re our strong girl, aren’t you?’

Tears roll down your cheeks, hormones and stress of the day catching up to you.

‘Our fighter girl,’ he muses, ‘you are so so loved.’

omg this was so goooddd. wonnie 😭💕💕

Crossing The Line - Y.J

P: Hufflepuff!Jungwon X Fem!Reader

Trope: Friends To Lovers

Warnings: Misunderstandings, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff

Synopsis: When you receive your Hogwarts letter and meet Yang Jungwon on the Hogwarts Express, an innocent friendship blossoms into something deeper over the years.

a/n: oh boy.. here we go!! more angst!!! fun fact! i actually reinstalled hogwarts mystery again.. heh. and i love the fact that you guys keep calling the series immersive!!

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The platform was bustling with excited chatter and the hiss of steam as you stood with your parents at King's Cross Station, feeling the weight of the moment sink in. Platform 9¾ stretched out before you, the scarlet train waiting to take you to a place you'd only heard about—Hogwarts. With a final hug and well wishes from your parents, you stepped through the barrier and made your way toward the train.

You found an empty compartment, pushing open the door with a quiet creak. Hefting your suitcase, you placed it in the overhead compartment before sinking into the plush seat by the window. Your fingers absentmindedly fiddled with the edge of your sweater, trying to calm your racing heart. The door slid open, and you looked up to see a boy standing there, his sharp, cat-like eyes watching you curiously.

"Excuse me, can I sit here? Everywhere else is full," he asked, his voice warm and polite.

You nodded, offering a small smile. His face lit up as he smiled back, revealing dimples that deepened his expression. You widened your eyes slightly, finding the sight unexpectedly cute.

He quickly stashed his suitcase overhead before taking the seat across from you. His attention shifted to the scenery, eyes wide with wonder as he gazed out the window. The train rumbled to life, beginning its journey, and you decided to pull out your book about Hogwarts, hoping to absorb some last-minute knowledge before arriving.

But it seemed your quiet moment of reading was the perfect cue for him to strike up a conversation. "My name is Yang Jungwon! What's yours?" His smile was wide and friendly, and you couldn't help but return it.

You introduced yourself softly, and his grin only grew wider. "Nice to meet you!" he beamed, the excitement in his voice contagious.

"Nice to meet you too," you replied, feeling your nerves ease as the two of you began to talk about anything and everything—family, Hogwarts, what house you thought you'd end up in.

Before long, a voice interrupted your conversation. "Anything from the trolley, dears?"

You both turned to see the trolley lady, her cart brimming with an assortment of magical sweets. Your face brightened as you dug into your pocket, pulling out a few coins your mother had given you. "I'll take some chocolate frogs, please," you said, and Jungwon chimed in quickly.

"Add on some Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans!" He handed over his coins with a grin.

Back in your seats, you and Jungwon tore open the packages, sharing the sweets between you. You tried to keep hold of your chocolate frog, but it leapt out of your grip and hopped right out the door, leaving you with just the card. A smile tugged at your lips when you saw a witch you hadn't collected yet.

Beside you, Jungwon popped a jelly bean into his mouth and immediately made a face. "Soap…" he groaned, looking at you in dismay.

You giggled, intrigued, and picked one up for yourself. You grinned after tasting it. "Marshmallow," you said with a laugh, earning a playful groan from Jungwon as he slumped back in his seat, defeated by the beans.

As the Hogwarts Express began to slow, the familiar buzz of excitement filled the air. You and Jungwon exchanged glances, knowing it was time to change into your robes, the thick fabric a comforting weight on your shoulders.

When the train finally came to a stop, you struggled a bit with the overhead compartment, trying to reach your suitcase.

“Here, let me help,” Jungwon offered, his voice gentle as he stood up beside you. He reached up, effortlessly pulling your suitcase down and handing it to you with a bright smile. “Got it.”

“Thanks,” you said, a warmth spreading through your chest as you slung your bag over your shoulder.

Stepping off the train, you were immediately greeted by the cool night air and the sound of a deep voice calling, “Firs’ years! Firs’ years, over here!” Hagrid stood, towering over the sea of students, ushering the first-years toward the boats.

You and Jungwon hurried over to the shore, where the small, enchanted boats awaited. Without needing to say anything, the two of you naturally climbed into one together. As the boat gently glided over the glassy surface of the Black Lake, the towering silhouette of Hogwarts Castle appeared in the distance, glowing softly against the dark sky. You felt a flutter of nerves, but beside you, Jungwon was staring wide-eyed at the castle, his mouth slightly open in awe.

“This is amazing,” he whispered, his breath visible in the cool air.

You smiled, nodding in agreement, though your stomach was now a tight knot of anticipation. The boat journey felt like it lasted both a second and a lifetime, and before you knew it, you were stepping onto the shore. The grand castle doors loomed ahead as you joined the group of students making their way toward the Great Hall.

Inside, the ceiling glittered with stars, a sea of floating candles lighting the massive room. As you walked, your hand brushed against Jungwon's, and at some point, without even realizing it, you found your fingers laced together. The warmth of his hand in yours kept your nerves at bay as you both took in the majesty of the hall.

Suddenly, the Sorting Hat was brought out, and one by one, students were called forward. The tension built as you watched each name get sorted into a house, and before long, you heard your name.

Your heart raced as you stepped forward, hands trembling slightly as you sat on the stool and the Sorting Hat was placed on your head. The brim fell over your eyes, and for a moment, everything went quiet.

"Hmm… tricky. You've got bravery, no doubt, but there’s also a thirst for knowledge. A good heart, too… I know just where to put you," the Sorting Hat murmured.

When it called out your house, the hall erupted into cheers from the table. You stood up, catching Jungwon’s eye as he grinned widely, giving you a thumbs up from where he stood in line.

Not long after, it was his turn. The Sorting Hat barely touched his head before it cried, “Hufflepuff!”

The Hufflepuff table roared with excitement as Jungwon made his way over, flashing you a smile that seemed even brighter under the candlelight.

A few weeks later, you and Jungwon sat outside the Herbology classroom, basking in the warm afternoon sun. You had developed a habit of meeting before classes, sneaking moments together between your different schedules. Today, the atmosphere felt especially peaceful, the school grounds quiet except for the rustle of leaves in the breeze.

Jungwon had been oddly quiet for a while, focused on something in his hands. When you glanced over, you noticed he had woven a ring out of small flowers and grass. His fingers moved with care, and soon, he held up the delicate creation with a satisfied smile.

“For you,” he said softly, reaching over and gently slipping the flower ring onto your finger.

You stared at it for a moment, touched by the gesture. “It’s beautiful,” you whispered.

Jungwon leaned back, grinning. “I made it because… well, I wanted us to make a promise.” His tone was softer now, more serious. “Let’s always be friends, no matter what happens, okay?”

Your heart swelled at his words, and you looked at the flower ring on your finger before meeting his eyes. Without hesitation, you nodded, smiling at him with a sense of certainty. “Always.”

The two of you sat there, hands linked again, the flower ring resting between your fingers as a quiet symbol of a bond that neither time nor magic could ever break.

The years passed swiftly, and through it all, you and Jungwon remained inseparable. From attending classes to studying in the library late into the night, to sneaking off into the Forbidden Forest on dares, there was rarely a moment where you weren’t by each other’s side.

By the time you reached your fourth year, Hogwarts had become your home in every sense. The once-imposing castle corridors now felt familiar, but even after years of wandering, there were still hidden places that remained a mystery to most students.

It was on one of these afternoons, when you were distracted by a muggle novel one of your friends had lent you, that you stumbled upon a new discovery. Lost in the pages of the book, you absentmindedly wandered down unfamiliar corridors, barely paying attention to where your feet were leading you. By the time you looked up from the words, you realized you were somewhere entirely new.

The hallway was dimly lit, the paintings on the walls peering down at you with curiosity. Their whispered voices echoed faintly as they observed you, as if intrigued by the rare visitor. You hadn’t seen anyone else around for what felt like ages.

You glanced around, taking in the quiet, shadowy atmosphere and wondering how you’d ended up here. It wasn’t a place you’d passed by before, but it didn’t feel threatening—just secluded, like a pocket of Hogwarts forgotten by most. After a few minutes of cautious exploring, you managed to retrace your steps, finding your way back to the grand staircase.

The discovery had intrigued you, and your first thought was to share it with Jungwon. The next day, you brought him back to the hallway, excitement bubbling in your chest as you led him behind a griffin statue, down the winding path near the kitchens. His eyes widened in surprise when he saw the hidden space.

“Woah… How did you even find this?” Jungwon asked, his cat-like eyes sparkling with amusement.

“I was just wandering around, not paying attention,” you admitted sheepishly. “But look—no one ever comes here! It’s like our own secret place.”

From that day on, the hallway became your private hideaway. Whenever you wanted a break from the busy castle or just needed a quiet moment, you and Jungwon would slip away, sharing sweets and laughing over small things. The portraits on the walls had grown fond of you both, sometimes chatting with you or simply observing in silent approval. Even the house-elves in the nearby kitchen grew used to your visits, bringing you snacks or drinks whenever they saw you lounging in your little corner.

It was nice—no, it was perfect. But as time went on, something began to change, at least for you.

At first, it was subtle. Maybe it was the way Jungwon’s laughter seemed to linger in your ears longer than it used to, or how you found yourself noticing little details about him more and more—the way his eyes crinkled when he smiled, how his dimple appeared every time he laughed, how he absentmindedly played with the hem of his sleeves when he was nervous. Little things that, in years past, you would have brushed off as normal.

But now, they made your heart flutter in a way you didn’t quite understand.

You would sit together, sharing sweets or reading quietly, and you’d catch yourself watching him. Your thoughts would drift, wondering what it would be like to hold his hand not just out of comfort, but because you wanted to. What it would feel like to be closer to him, in a way that wasn’t just friendship.

It was confusing at first—how could you start to see Jungwon in this new light after being best friends for so long? You didn’t know if it was something that had slowly grown over time or if it was just hitting you all at once now, but the more time you spent with him, the harder it was to ignore the feelings stirring inside you.

One day, as you both sat in the hidden hallway, Jungwon was weaving another ring out of flowers, something he had taken to doing often since that first time years ago. He looked so focused, his fingers nimble as they twisted the stems into delicate shapes, and your heart ached as you watched him.

“I made this one for you,” he said, holding up the ring with a bright smile, completely unaware of the turmoil brewing inside you.

You took the flower ring from him, sliding it onto your finger just like you had done countless times before. But this time, it felt different. Your chest tightened, and you wondered if Jungwon could ever see you in the same way you were starting to see him.

“It’s perfect,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper as you looked at the ring, then back at him. He beamed at you, that same dimpled smile that always made your heart skip a beat.

You started noticing all the little things Jungwon did for you—the small gestures that had once been background noise now stood out, each one making your heart race in ways you weren’t quite ready to admit.

It began with the smallest moments.

One evening in the library, you were hunched over your books, trying to finish an essay on Transfiguration. The stress had built up, and your mind felt like it was going in circles. Jungwon was sitting across from you, focused on his own homework, but he must have noticed your frustration. Without a word, he reached across the table and slid a piece of chocolate toward you.

"Thought you could use a break," he said, flashing you his signature dimpled smile.

You stared at the chocolate for a moment, your heart doing an odd little flip. It wasn’t the first time he had done something like this, but now, it felt different. There was a warmth in your chest that hadn’t been there before, a growing awareness of how thoughtful he was, how much he paid attention to the smallest details about you.

You took the chocolate, feeling your face flush as you mumbled a quiet, "Thanks."

Then there were the times when he'd wait for you outside your classroom, his smile lighting up the corridor when you appeared. Even on days when you were running late or had been too busy to tell him your plans, somehow, Jungwon always seemed to know where you’d be.

It wasn’t just the small things, though. There were bigger moments that made your heart skip in a way you couldn’t ignore.

Like when he defended you during a particularly tense Quidditch match. The Slytherin team had been throwing jabs your way, trying to get under your skin. You had shrugged it off, not wanting to make a scene, but Jungwon had noticed immediately.

After the game, when one of the players made a snide comment as they walked past, Jungwon had stepped in without hesitation.

"Hey, back off," he said, his usually soft voice firm and unwavering. His eyes were sharp, protective. The Slytherin player backed down with a smirk, muttering something under their breath, but you had barely noticed. You were too busy watching Jungwon, feeling the weight of his presence beside you, the way he stood up for you so naturally.

"Thanks," you had whispered, feeling a rush of something more than gratitude. He turned to you, his expression softening immediately as he shrugged it off like it was nothing.

"Of course," he said, smiling at you again. "No one messes with my best friend."

Those words—best friend—should have reassured you, but instead, they only made your heart ache more. Because now, every time he smiled at you like that, all you could think about was how much you wished he could see you as something more.

Then came the day when you were both back in your secret hallway, hidden behind the griffin statue like always. You had shared sweets, talking about nothing and everything, the same way you had since your first year. Jungwon had pulled out his wand and was absentmindedly casting small charms on the sweets, making them float or change colors as you both laughed.

At some point, you had leaned against his shoulder without thinking, the proximity between you feeling so natural. His warmth seeped through the fabric of his robe, and you felt a sense of comfort that was almost intoxicating. You closed your eyes, listening to the sound of his steady breathing, and for a moment, everything felt perfect.

Until you realized your heart was pounding in your chest, and it wasn’t because of the magic or the laughter—it was because of him.

You sat up suddenly, your face heating up as you put some space between you. Jungwon looked at you, confused by your sudden movement. "You okay?" he asked, tilting his head slightly, his eyes filled with concern.

"Y-yeah," you stammered, avoiding his gaze as you fidgeted with the sleeve of your robe. "Just... lost in thought."

He gave you a soft smile, not pushing the subject, and went back to practicing his charms. But you couldn’t shake the feeling that something had changed inside you. This wasn’t just a crush—it was more than that. The realization hit you like a wave: you were falling for him, and you didn’t know how to stop it.

From the way his smile made your stomach flip, to the sound of his laugh that made your day instantly brighter, it was becoming harder and harder to deny your feelings. Every moment with Jungwon felt like a blessing and a curse—because while you cherished every second by his side, you couldn’t help but wish for more.

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It was a quiet evening in the common room, the soft crackling of the fireplace filling the space as you sat with a group of your friends, sprawled out on one of the couches.

One of your friends, Alice, was seated next to you, idly flipping through a textbook. She glanced up, noticing the distant look in your eyes. “You’ve been pretty distracted lately,” she said with a smirk. “Anything on your mind?”

You blinked, snapping out of your thoughts. “What? No, nothing!” you replied quickly, a bit too quickly, which only made Alice’s smirk grow wider.

“Oh, really?” she asked, raising an eyebrow. “You’ve been daydreaming for the past ten minutes. Who’s the lucky person?”

Your other friends, Ben and Amelia, perked up at the conversation, their attention now fully on you. “Yeah, come on,” Ben teased, leaning forward. “What’s got you so spaced out?”

You could feel your face starting to heat up, and you quickly looked back down at your homework, trying to brush it off. “I’m not daydreaming! I’m just… thinking.”

“Thinking about Jungwon?” Amelia chimed in with a grin, her voice lilting in that sing-songy way that made your stomach drop.

At the mention of his name, you felt your cheeks flush even more. You tried to play it cool, but the way your hand fumbled over the quill you were holding gave you away. “W-What? No!” you stammered, suddenly feeling the heat of all their gazes on you.

“Oh my Merlin, it is Jungwon!” Alice exclaimed, her eyes wide with realization. “I knew it! You’ve been acting all weird around him lately.”

“No, I haven’t!” you protested, your heart pounding now, but your friends weren’t buying it. They exchanged knowing looks, grins spreading across their faces as if they had just uncovered the greatest secret of the century.

Amelia giggled, leaning in closer. “You totally have a crush on him, don’t you?”

Your face was now practically on fire. “I do not!” you said, a little too defensively, which only made them laugh harder.

“Oh, you so do!” Ben said, laughing as he nudged Alice. “Look at how red she is!”

Your friends’ laughter echoed in the common room, and you felt a surge of embarrassment wash over you. “I don’t have a crush!” you repeated, but the more you tried to deny it, the more they teased you, their laughter growing louder.

Alice leaned back on the couch, grinning like a Cheshire cat. “Come on, just admit it! You’re totally into him!”

“I’m not!” you shot back, but you could hear the desperation in your own voice now, and you knew it was useless.

“Look at her blush!” Amelia teased, poking your arm. “She’s so smitten!”

That was it. You slammed your book shut and jumped to your feet. “I’m not smitten!” you cried, but your friends were already laughing hysterically, darting off the couch and scattering around the common room as you stood there, flustered and red-faced.

Alice was the first to make a break for it, running toward the stairs, but you were quicker. “Get back here!” you shouted, chasing after her as she squealed in delight.

“Admit it, and I’ll stop teasing you!” Alice called over her shoulder, laughing as she dodged around a chair.

“Never!” you yelled back, lunging at her, but she was too fast, slipping away as Ben and Amelia joined in the laughter, clapping and cheering from the sidelines.

“You’ll never catch me!” Alice teased, dancing just out of your reach, her laughter infectious.

You chased her around the common room, your face still burning with embarrassment but now mixed with a strange sense of relief. Your friends’ teasing, though relentless, wasn’t mean-spirited. They had noticed something you weren’t quite ready to admit, and as much as it flustered you, there was something almost comforting in knowing that they had your back.

Finally, after several more failed attempts to grab Alice, you collapsed back onto the couch, out of breath and laughing despite yourself. Your friends joined you, all of them still grinning.

“You know we’re just teasing,” Ben said, his tone softening slightly as he gave you a playful nudge. “But seriously, you should tell him.”

You bit your lip, your heart racing at the thought. “Tell him what?” you asked, still trying to play innocent, though you knew exactly what he meant.

“That you like him, obviously,” Amelia chimed in, her voice gentle now. “You never know, he might feel the same way.”

You fell silent for a moment, staring at your hands as your heart fluttered at the possibility. The thought of telling Jungwon how you felt terrified you, but at the same time, the idea that he might feel the same way filled you with a strange sense of hope.

“Well,” you said softly, glancing up at your friends, “maybe one day…”

They all exchanged knowing smiles, and though the teasing wasn’t over, there was a new understanding between you all. They knew how much Jungwon meant to you, and now, so did you.

Despite your friends’ teasing and their insistence that you tell Jungwon how you felt, you kept your feelings to yourself. You thought that, maybe over time, they would fade, that you’d eventually stop seeing him in this new light and things would go back to normal.

But that didn’t happen.

The years continued to pass, and your crush on Jungwon only deepened. It was impossible not to fall harder with every kind gesture, every shared laugh, every late-night conversation. He was always there, by your side, his familiar smile brightening even the dullest of days.

But to Jungwon, you were just friends. Best friends, yes—but still just friends.

Right?

That thought echoed in your mind constantly. He had never treated you differently, never given any indication that he felt something more. You tried to convince yourself that maybe it was better this way. It was safer to stay in the comfort of friendship than to risk everything by confessing your feelings.

Even though each time he smiled at you, your heart felt like it might burst.

It was fifth year when you really started to notice the ache in your chest, the one that came with being so close to someone you cared about but knowing they could never see you the way you saw them. Every time Jungwon would sit next to you in class, casually slinging his arm over your chair, you’d feel a jolt of excitement—only to remind yourself that to him, it meant nothing more than friendship.

And that hurt more than you cared to admit.

One evening, the two of you were sitting by the lake, your secret spot for late-night talks and quiet moments away from the bustle of the castle. The moon reflected off the surface of the water, casting a soft glow over everything. Jungwon was lying on the grass beside you, arms behind his head, his eyes closed as he listened to the sounds of the night.

You sat beside him, knees pulled to your chest, staring out at the peaceful scene in front of you. But your mind wasn’t on the lake. It was on the boy next to you, the boy who had no idea how much space he took up in your heart.

He suddenly turned his head to look at you, his cat-like eyes catching the moonlight. “You’ve been quiet lately,” he said softly. “Is everything okay?”

Your heart clenched at the concern in his voice. Of course, he would notice. He always noticed when something was bothering you. You forced a smile, trying to push away the ache in your chest. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just… thinking.”

He nodded, his gaze returning to the sky. “You think too much sometimes,” he said with a small smile. “You should relax more.”

Relax. How could you possibly relax when every time you looked at him, you felt like your heart was about to explode? How could you relax when he was so close, yet so far from seeing what you really wanted?

“Yeah,” you said quietly, “maybe I should.”

Sixth year came, and with it, a whirlwind of OWL exams and the pressure of preparing for your future careers. But no matter how busy things got, Jungwon was always there, a constant presence in your life. You spent nearly every free moment together, studying in the library, practicing spells by the lake, sneaking down to the kitchens for midnight snacks.

You told yourself that this was enough—that being his best friend was enough. But every time his hand brushed against yours, or he leaned in a little too close during a whispered conversation, your heart betrayed you, and you longed for something more.

It was one afternoon in the library, while you were both cramming for a Potions test, that it hit you harder than ever.

Jungwon had been going over notes, his brow furrowed in concentration. You watched him from across the table, the way he absentmindedly play with the end of his quill, the way his dimple appeared when he smiled at a particularly clever comment in his notes. He looked up suddenly, catching your gaze, and grinned.

“What?” he asked, a teasing lilt in his voice. “Do I have something on my face?”

You quickly averted your eyes, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks. “No, nothing,” you muttered, focusing intently on your own notes, though you could barely read the words.

He laughed softly, leaning back in his chair. “You’re acting weird again. Are you sure you’re not hiding something?”

Your heart raced at the question, and for a split second, you thought about telling him. Telling him everything that had been weighing on your heart for years now. But the fear of losing him as a friend, of ruining the closeness you had, kept you silent.

“Just stressed about Potions,” you lied, forcing a laugh to cover up the tightness in your chest.

He seemed to accept that answer, nodding and returning to his notes. But as you watched him, you couldn’t shake the feeling that you were holding on to something that might never happen—that Jungwon, as kind and caring as he was, could never see you as anything more than his best friend.

By the end of sixth year, you had reached your breaking point. The weight of your feelings for Jungwon, the constant ache of wanting more than just friendship, had become too much to bear. You couldn't keep pining after him, pretending that things were fine when they weren't. Something had to change.

So you made a decision: you were going to stop. You had to pull yourself together, push these feelings down, and distance yourself from him. It was the only way to protect your heart. You told yourself that it was the right thing to do—that pushing Jungwon away was the solution. After all, seeing him less would surely make your feelings fade, wouldn’t it?

During the summer vacation, you began to put your plan into action. You kept your letters to Jungwon short, barely replying to his longer, enthusiastic ones. Where you used to share every little detail of your day with him, now you wrote only the essentials. When he suggested meeting up, you always had an excuse ready—something to do, someone else to meet, or simply that you were too tired.

The first time you met up that summer, you barely stayed an hour before making up a reason to leave. Jungwon had looked confused but didn’t question it, smiling and waving you off with a casual "See you later." You ignored the pang in your chest as you walked away from him, fighting the urge to turn around and stay with him like you always had before.

But each time you cut your outings short, it became a little easier to ignore the pain. You convinced yourself that this was the right thing to do—that it was better to let your feelings fade quietly than to risk ruining everything by holding on.

When seventh year started, you kept your distance. You made a point to sit with other friends in the Great Hall, pretending you didn’t notice the way Jungwon would search for you before sitting down at the Hufflepuff table. During classes, you were careful to position yourself far enough away that you wouldn’t have to talk to him too much. Even when you did cross paths, you kept your conversations short and casual, never letting them stray into the deep, personal talks you used to have.

At first, Jungwon didn’t seem to notice. He was still his usual cheerful self, flashing you his dimpled smile whenever he saw you in the corridors, waving as if nothing had changed. But as the weeks went on, he started to look at you with something like confusion in his eyes. He’d ask if you wanted to go to the library together or sneak down to the kitchens like you used to, but you’d always make an excuse—too much homework, too tired, plans with other friends.

It was the hardest thing you’d ever done, pushing him away like this. Every time you saw the flicker of hurt in his eyes when you turned him down, it made your heart ache even more. But you reminded yourself that this was for the best. The more distance you put between you, the more your feelings would fade. That was the only way to stop hurting, right?

But you were so focused on your own despair, on trying to suppress your feelings, that you didn’t notice how much this was hurting him.

It was nearing the end of October when the first cracks in your plan started to show.

You had just finished dinner in the Great Hall and were about to head back to your common room when you saw Jungwon waiting by the entrance, his usual bright expression dimmed. He caught your eye, and before you could slip away, he called out to you, "Hey, can we talk?"

There was something different in his voice—quieter, more serious. You hesitated but nodded, following him out into the corridor where it was quieter.

For a moment, neither of you spoke. Jungwon seemed to be searching for the right words, his hands stuffed in his pockets as he avoided your gaze.

"Have I… done something wrong?" he finally asked, his voice soft, but there was a vulnerability in his tone that sent a sharp pang through your chest.

You blinked, caught off guard. "What? No, of course not. Why would you think that?"

He looked at you then, his cat-like eyes filled with confusion and hurt. "It’s just… you’ve been different lately. Distant. You barely talk to me anymore, and when we do, it feels like you’re always trying to leave." He paused, running a hand through his hair, clearly frustrated. "I don’t know if I did something, but if I did, I’m sorry. I just… I miss you."

His words hit you like a tidal wave, the guilt crashing down on you all at once. You hadn’t realized how much your attempts at distancing yourself had hurt him. You had been so wrapped up in your own heartache, in trying to protect yourself, that you hadn’t seen how much it had affected Jungwon.

You looked down, unable to meet his eyes. “You didn’t do anything wrong,” you said quietly, your voice barely above a whisper. “It’s not your fault.”

“Then why are you pushing me away?” he asked, his voice breaking a little. “I thought we were best friends. But it feels like you don’t want to be around me anymore.”

The words "best friends" echoed in your mind, reverberating painfully in your chest. The way Jungwon said it, so full of hurt and confusion, made your heart twist in ways you couldn’t describe. He didn’t know, didn’t understand the battle raging inside you—the struggle of wanting to stay close, but feeling like you had to let go for your own sanity.

You opened your mouth to say something, anything to make things right, but before the words could form, it was like a lifeline appeared from nowhere.

“Hey, I need your he—” Ben’s voice cut through the heavy silence between you and Jungwon as he approached from down the hall. He stopped in his tracks, his eyes flicking between the two of you. “Uh, am I interrupting something?”

The tension between you and Jungwon was palpable, and for a brief second, you saw Jungwon’s hopeful expression falter, his eyes still locked on yours. Part of you wanted to stay, to explain, but the weight of the moment was too much to handle. You latched onto Ben’s interruption like it was heaven-sent.

“No, no. What do you need?” you asked, your voice shakier than you intended, already shifting away from Jungwon.

Ben blinked, clearly picking up on the tension but choosing not to comment on it. “Oh! Right. Come!” he said hurriedly, grabbing your arm with a light tug. “Just gotta borrow her for a bit!” he called over his shoulder as he steered you away from Jungwon.

You cast one last glance at Jungwon over your shoulder, your heart sinking at the sight of him standing alone in the hallway. His face had fallen, his eyes filled with a sadness you’d never seen before. He looked like he’d just been told something devastating, the weight of it pressing down on his shoulders.

It felt like you’d ripped something vital away from him.

You turned back to Ben, feeling the guilt churn inside you as he led you down the corridor. Your chest tightened, but you kept walking, even though a part of you wanted to run back to Jungwon, to take it all back.

“Thanks for the save,” you muttered under your breath once you were out of earshot.

Ben glanced at you, brow furrowed in concern. “That looked intense. You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you lied, though the knot in your stomach told a different story.

But you weren’t fine, and neither was Jungwon. You could feel the weight of his sadness following you, even as you tried to convince yourself that this distance was for the best. Yet, as you walked away, all you could think about was the look on his face—the look of someone who had just realized they might be losing their best friend.

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As the days turned into weeks, Jungwon's efforts to stay close to you became increasingly apparent. He would seek you out in the hallways, casually falling into step beside you, his bright smile a beacon of warmth amidst the growing distance you’d tried to create. No matter how many times you made excuses to keep him at arm’s length, he always seemed to find a way back into your orbit, his determination unwavering.

You’d see him at the library, buried in a book, and he’d look up to greet you with that familiar grin, the one that melted your resolve. “Hey! Want to join me? I could use a study buddy,” he’d say, and just like that, your heart would flutter. Each time you locked eyes with him, the excuse that lay on the tip of your tongue would die before it could escape your lips. You found yourself nodding, feeling weak for saying yes, but unable to resist his infectious enthusiasm.

During meals, he would slide into the seat beside you, making casual conversation with a bright-eyed eagerness that made your stomach twist. “Did you finish that Potions essay yet? I need to compare notes,” he’d say, leaning in a little too close, his cat-like eyes sparkling with mischief. You’d find it hard to focus on anything else but the way he always seemed so effortless, so effortlessly perfect, in that moment.

And then there were the times you’d walk to class together. Jungwon would nudge your shoulder with his, playfully teasing you about your latest mishaps or bringing up an inside joke that made you laugh despite yourself. Every time you tried to pull away, tried to create a little space, he would find a way to draw you back in with a charming smile or a lighthearted comment.

“Come on, don’t be like that!” he’d say when you tried to sidestep him after class. “We’re best friends, right? I miss hanging out like we used to.” His earnestness cut through your defenses like a hot knife through butter.

You’d feel that familiar ache in your chest at his words, the weight of longing and guilt crashing down on you. Because deep down, you knew the truth: You wanted to be close to him too. The distance you’d tried to create only made you miss him more, and no amount of pretending could erase the truth of how you felt.

But the more he tried to bridge the gap, the harder you found it to keep him at bay. Each time he would smile at you, it was like the universe was reminding you how weak you were against his charm, how you couldn’t bear to see that flicker of hurt in his eyes when you turned away.

It all came to a head one afternoon when Jungwon approached you as you were leaving Herbology class. He was waiting by the door, leaning casually against the wall, looking effortlessly charming with the sunlight filtering through the leaves behind him.

“Hey!” he greeted, his voice bright. “Want to go grab some pumpkin pasties? I heard the house elves made a fresh batch, and you know they’re the best!”

Your heart raced at the suggestion. You wanted nothing more than to say yes, to spend time with him and enjoy those little moments that felt so comfortable. But a surge of guilt rushed through you, and the memory of your earlier resolution came flooding back. You opened your mouth to protest, to make some excuse, but then you saw his face—innocent, hopeful, and full of life.

In that moment, all the walls you had built came crashing down. The excuse died on your lips as his expression melted your defenses. You found yourself nodding, a soft smile breaking through your internal struggle. “Okay, pumpkin pasties sound great,” you finally said, your heart racing.

A grin spread across his face, and you felt your resolve weaken even further. Maybe this wasn’t so bad, you thought, trying to convince yourself that spending time with him wouldn’t be a mistake. After all, you could just enjoy his company, right? Just as friends.

But deep down, you knew it was never just that. As he fell into step beside you, a wave of warmth washed over you, and you couldn’t shake the feeling that you were only delaying the inevitable.

The more you were together, the harder it would be to keep your feelings hidden, and the deeper you would fall. But as you walked side by side, laughing and talking as if nothing had changed, you realized that resisting him felt like fighting against the tide. And for now, you were too weak to say no.

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You had finally convinced yourself that things were going back to normal. Jungwon was still the bright, carefree boy who always found a way to make you smile despite your internal turmoil. You had managed to keep your growing feelings buried under layers of friendship, convincing yourself that this was how it would always be.

It was winter vacation now, and you had packed your things to leave for home and spend Christmas with your family. You had one last thing to do before heading to the station: give Jungwon his Christmas present. You hadn’t seen him all morning, so after a quick check of the grounds, you decided to stop by the Great Hall, hoping to catch him before you left.

The hall was quieter than usual, a few students lingering at the long tables. You spotted one of your friends sitting near the Slytherin table, engaged in a heated game of wizard chess with a Slytherin boy.

“Hey, I’m leaving soon, how’s it going?” you asked, sitting beside her as she commanded her knight to move forward, knocking out a tower piece with a loud crash.

"Okay so far,” she muttered, clearly frustrated by the game. “Knight to B4."

You watched the game with mild interest but your mind was elsewhere. Your fingers nervously played with the gift you had for Jungwon. You’d picked it out weeks ago, wrapping it in a small red and gold package. You hadn’t worked up the nerve to give it to him earlier, but now, with the looming holiday, you couldn’t put it off any longer.

“Have you seen Jungwon?” you mumbled, glancing around the hall.

Your friend shook her head, eyes still focused on the board. “No, sorry. Haven’t seen him all morning.”

“Bloody hell!” she cursed as the Slytherin boy made a move that seemed to catch her off guard, sending one of her knights tumbling. You couldn’t help but smile at her frustration, though your thoughts were still preoccupied with finding Jungwon before you left.

“Have you told him yet?” your friend suddenly asked, turning her attention to you with a raised brow.

You stiffened immediately, your eyes darting to the Slytherin boy sitting across from her, trying to gauge if he was paying attention. He had a reputation for being a bit of a troublemaker, and you didn’t want anyone knowing about your secret crush on Jungwon—least of all some nosy Slytherin.

“No,” you whispered, shaking your head. “I haven’t said anything, and I’m not going to.”

Your friend groaned. “Come on! The year is almost over! You can’t live the rest of your life without confessing to him!”

“I think that’s exactly how I’m going to live, thank you very much,” you muttered, glancing down at the present in your hands.

"You can't just resolve to that! Think about Jungwon—"

Before you could respond, the Slytherin boy, clearly more aware of the conversation than you’d realized, suddenly blurted out in a loud voice, “Wait—you have a crush on Ju—?!”

Panic shot through you like lightning. Without thinking, you whipped out your wand, pointing it directly at him. “Silencio!”

The boy’s mouth instantly sealed shut, his eyes widening as he frantically touched his lips, trying to speak but failing.

You sighed in relief, lowering your wand as the embarrassment burned hot under your skin. You could hear your heart thundering in your ears, praying that no one else had heard him.

But then, like a bucket of ice-cold water being poured over you, you heard a familiar voice behind you.

“What was that?”

Your blood ran cold as you turned around to see Jungwon standing just a few feet away, an amused yet confused expression on his face. His eyes flickered between you, your friend, and the Slytherin boy with the silenced mouth.

“Oh! Nothing! Nothing!” you blurted out, your voice coming out much too high-pitched. Desperation clawed at you as you tried to think of an escape.

Without thinking, you thrust the present into Jungwon’s hands, your face burning with a mix of panic and embarrassment. “Here! Merry Christmas!” you said in a rush, not even giving him a chance to respond before you turned on your heel.

“See ya!” you called over your shoulder, barely hearing his confused response as you quickly made your way to the door.

Before he could ask any more questions, or worse—before you could see the realization in his eyes—you apparated, leaving the Great Hall, Jungwon, and your mortifying secret behind.

But even as you vanished, the feeling of dread remained, sinking deep into your chest. You had a sinking suspicion that this was far from over.

Jungwon stood there, completely baffled, his eyes darting between where you had just disappeared and the sight of your friend, now dragging the silenced Slytherin boy away.

“Merry Christmas, Jungwon!” your friend called out, giving him a sheepish wave, while struggling to keep the Slytherin from escaping her grip. The Slytherin boy looked desperate, his mouth still magically sealed, gesturing wildly like he had something extremely important to say.

Jungwon frowned, even more confused now. “Uh, yeah… Merry Christmas…” he mumbled back, though his voice trailed off as he watched them disappear out of the Great Hall.

Once again, he found himself standing there, alone, confusion swirling in his mind. His heart sank a little, a feeling that had been happening far too often recently. Why had you rushed off so suddenly? You’d barely said a word to him, and now you were gone, just like that. And that Slytherin boy—what had he been trying to say?

Jungwon let out a sigh, feeling a strange ache in his chest as he looked down at the gift in his hands. It was small but carefully wrapped, the red and gold paper neatly folded with a ribbon tied around it. He could see the care you’d put into wrapping it, and for a moment, his heart warmed. He ran his fingers over the smooth wrapping paper, caressing it gently, lost in thought.

The gift felt personal—intimate, even—and that made the confusion gnaw at him even more. Why had you been acting so distant lately? He thought everything between you two was fine, but in recent weeks, there had been this unspoken tension hanging in the air, and he didn’t understand why. Every time he tried to get close to you, you’d pull away, always with some excuse or sudden distraction. Yet here you were, giving him a Christmas present with a sense of urgency that left him reeling.

Jungwon sighed again, holding the present tightly in his hands. He was used to spending time with you—best friends, you’d always said—but this year had been different. Something had shifted, and he didn’t know how to fix it.

He glanced back at the empty space where you’d stood moments before, your rushed goodbye still echoing in his ears. A frown tugged at the corners of his lips as the confusion settled deeper inside him.

What is going on with you? he wondered.

With a heavy heart, Jungwon turned and left the Great Hall, the neatly wrapped present still clutched in his hands. As he walked back to the Hufflepuff common room, the only sound accompanying him was the soft crinkle of the gift’s wrapping beneath his fingers.

/ᐠ > ˕ <マ ₊˚⊹♡

Christmas morning was filled with the warmth of your family’s laughter and the soft glow of the tree lights. You sat with your family, unwrapping presents one by one. The room was filled with the scent of pine and hot chocolate, and the crackling fire provided a cozy backdrop to the happy chatter. As you opened your presents, your fingers brushed against one package in particular—Jungwon’s gift.

Your heart skipped a beat as you carefully peeled back the wrapping paper. Inside was a collection of small items, thoughtful things that you had mentioned to him over the years—like a special bookmark you had once admired, a cute keychain shaped like a cat, and even a few snacks you loved. You couldn’t help but smile softly, touched by how much attention he had paid to every little detail.

But then, nestled in the middle of the box, something else caught your attention—a flower ring. Your breath hitched, and memories flooded back instantly. It was just like the ones he used to make for you, back when you two would sit outside the Herbology classroom, weaving together daisies or wildflowers. You carefully picked up the delicate ring, holding it between your fingers as a bittersweet warmth spread through your chest.

Excusing yourself quietly from the festive atmosphere, you slipped away to your room, clutching the flower ring in your hand. Once inside, you went to your suitcase, still sitting by the foot of your bed, untouched since you arrived home. You unzipped it and pulled out a small wooden chest from the bottom of your clothes. With a deep breath, you took out a tiny key you kept on a chain and unlocked the chest.

Inside were all the flower rings Jungwon had made for you over the years. Each one carefully preserved, kept fresh and vibrant thanks to a charm you had created. The flowers hadn’t withered or faded at all—they looked as alive as the day he gave them to you. You stared at them for a moment, your heart heavy with the weight of the memories they carried.

You gently placed the new ring inside, its delicate petals fitting perfectly with the others. For a moment, you just sat there, looking at the collection of flower rings.

You had tried so hard to push him away, yet here you were, still treasuring every little thing he gave you. Your heart ached, and you knew that no matter how much distance you tried to put between you and Jungwon, he would always be a part of you.

Meanwhile, back at his home, Jungwon was sitting by his family’s Christmas tree, surrounded by wrapping paper and the sound of his siblings playing nearby. He had just finished opening presents from his family when he finally reached yours. A small smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he carefully unwrapped it.

Inside, he found a selection of sweets—pumpkin pasties, chocolate frogs, and Bertie Bott’s Every Flavor Beans—the same treats you two had shared over the years. He chuckled softly, remembering all the times you had sat together, laughing at the strange flavors and chasing after runaway chocolate frogs.

But what caught his attention most was a small box tucked underneath the sweets. He opened it to find a silver necklace with a delicate latch. Curiously, he opened the locket, and his heart swelled when he saw the tiny moving picture inside. It was a magical photograph of the two of you as kids, hugging each other and laughing.

Jungwon’s mind flashed back to that moment. Your faces were flushed from eating too much candy, and you had been too hyper for his grandmother to get a proper picture. You had kept bouncing around, giggling uncontrollably, but somehow she had managed to capture this one perfect moment—a snapshot of pure joy and innocence.

A soft smile spread across his face as he closed the locket and put the necklace on, letting it hang around his neck. The weight of the memory pressed gently against his heart. You had always been there for him, through every laugh and every quiet moment. Even now, despite the distance that had grown between you recently, you were still his best friend, and this gift was a reminder of that bond.

But as he sat there, his fingers absentmindedly playing with the locket, a flicker of something deeper tugged at his chest. He couldn’t shake the feeling that something had changed between you two, even if he couldn’t quite put it into words.

/ᐠ > ˕ <マ ₊˚⊹♡

After Christmas break, you threw yourself into your studies, determined to keep your mind off everything. Spending time with your friends became a welcome distraction, and although you and Jungwon still talked, it was nothing like it used to be. The effortless conversations and shared moments now felt strained and few. You told yourself it was for the best.

You were also relieved to see that your friend had seemingly handled the Slytherin boy who had nearly spilled your secret before the break. You had no idea how she’d managed it, but he had kept his mouth shut, and for that, you were grateful. Maybe, just maybe, this would all blow over.

But deep down, you knew you were never that lucky.

It was during Potions class when it all started to unravel. A flying note fluttered towards you, landing on your desk with a light thud. You frowned, glancing around before snatching it from the air. Your heart sank as soon as you opened it.

“Have a little crush now, do we?”

You stiffened, panic creeping in as you turned your head to see two Slytherins smirking at you from across the room. Their smug faces made your stomach churn. You glared at them, trying to look unfazed, but the anxiety bubbling inside you was impossible to ignore.

Great, you thought bitterly, just when I thought life couldn’t get any worse.

The Slytherin boy had obviously snitched, despite whatever threats your friend had used to keep him quiet. Of course, it wasn’t enough. It never was.

After class, you didn’t waste time. You stormed up to the two Slytherins, heart pounding. “You two better keep your mouths shut,” you snapped, voice low and threatening.

One of them, a tall boy with a smug grin, raised an eyebrow. “And why should we do that? What’s in it for us?”

“Because he can’t know!” you hissed, your voice breaking with a hint of desperation.

“Fine, fine,” the other boy said with a dismissive wave, but you didn’t trust it for a second. Their smirks said it all—they were playing a game, and you were at their mercy.

Your worst fears came true sooner than you’d imagined.

You were sitting in the courtyard with a few friends, enjoying the afternoon. You had almost forgotten about the note, about the smirking Slytherins. That is, until Jungwon approached.

“Hey…” His voice was soft but unsure, and immediately, your stomach twisted. “Do you… do you have a crush on me?” he asked, his voice hesitant but piercing.

The words hit you like a thunderclap, and you froze, your heart thudding in your chest.

No. No, no, no.

“What!? Where did you hear that?” you asked, feigning confusion, but your voice wavered.

Jungwon looked down, fidgeting awkwardly. “Somewhere… but is it true?”

You could feel your friends’ eyes on you, their silent encouragement hanging in the air. But all you felt was dread. You swallowed hard, your palms sweaty as you avoided Jungwon’s gaze.

“I…” you started, barely above a whisper. The weight of the truth was suffocating. You looked down, unable to meet his eyes. “Yes. I do. I’ve liked you since fourth year,” you admitted quietly, your voice trembling.

The silence that followed was unbearable.

“Oh…” Jungwon began, and the moment you heard his tone, your heart shattered. You already knew what he was going to say next. You braced yourself for the rejection that was bound to come, a lump forming in your throat.

“I’m sorry…” Jungwon continued, but you cut him off, panic rising.

“No, no, it’s okay! You don’t have to say anything!” you rushed out, your voice frantic. “I get it. I mean, who would like me back, right?” You forced a laugh, but it came out strangled, your eyes burning with unshed tears.

Jungwon looked shocked, his eyes wide as if he didn’t know what to say. But you couldn’t bear to hear it. You couldn’t stand the pity in his eyes, the inevitable words of rejection that would follow.

“Would you look at the time! I—I have to go!” you stammered, scrambling to gather your things. You didn’t even give him a chance to respond. You just ran.

You ran, ignoring the calls of your friends, ignoring Jungwon’s shouts for you to wait. Your vision blurred with tears, but you didn’t stop. You couldn’t stop.

You needed to get away. Away from him. Away from the truth. Away from everything.

You stopped running when you reached the hallway, the familiar space bringing a wave of nostalgia mixed with sorrow. It had been months since you’d last set foot here, and the darkness felt heavy, almost suffocating.

With trembling hands, you pulled out your wand, your fingers shaking as you whispered, “Lumos.” The tip lit up, illuminating the dim corridor. As you made your way behind the statue, you slid down to the floor, feeling the cool stone against your back. The light flickered softly, creating shadows that danced around you, and you finally allowed yourself to cry.

Hot tears streamed down your cheeks, a mix of frustration and sadness flooding your heart. You sat there, surrounded by darkness, the only source of light your wand as you let your emotions pour out. It felt like an eternity, lost in your thoughts, until the sound of footsteps echoed through the hallway, breaking the stillness.

You quickly wiped your eyes, hastily muttering, “Nox,” extinguishing your wand’s light and plunging yourself into darkness. You sat there in silence, heart racing, unsure if you wanted to be seen.

“I know you’re there,” a familiar voice broke through the gloom, and your heart sank. Jungwon’s voice was unmistakable. You had hoped to escape him, but now he was here, and the reality of that made your heart ache even more.

“Lumos,” Jungwon said, and the hallway brightened again. You shielded your eyes from the sudden light, but there was no hiding from him. Jungwon stood before you, concern etched across his features.

“What are you doing here…” you managed, trying to sound indifferent, but the tremor in your voice betrayed you.

“I… was looking for you,” he answered, his expression softening. “Mind if I sit?” he asked, gesturing to the space beside you.

You shrugged, but he sat down anyway, crossing his legs in front of you. You could see the worry in his eyes, and it made your stomach twist. With a quiet sigh, you pulled out your wand again, muttering “Lumos” to brighten the area further.

“What do you want?” you asked, trying to keep your tone neutral, but a hint of sadness seeped through.

Jungwon reached under his robes and pulled out a familiar chest, the sight of it causing your heart to skip a beat. “Alohomora,” he said, and the chest clicked open, revealing the flower rings you had once cherished.

“You kept them…” he murmured, his voice filled with disbelief.

“Of course I did…” you mumbled, feeling warmth flood your cheeks. “They mean a lot to me…”

“How are they…?” Jungwon asked softly, and you knew he was referring to the charm you had created.

“I made a charm so they would stay fresh…” you said, trying to sound nonchalant, but your heart was racing.

“Wow…” Jungwon breathed, staring at the rings as if they were treasures.

You nodded, feeling the weight of the moment. “How did you find it?” you asked, genuinely curious.

“Amelia…” Jungwon replied, and you couldn’t help but groan.

“Ah, I’m gonna kill her,” you muttered, frustration lacing your words.

“Can I please…” Jungwon hesitated, searching for the right words. “You ran before I could finish,” he said, his eyes locking onto yours.

“Finish what? Your rejection? No thanks,” you shot back, the hurt from earlier surfacing again.

“No, listen,” he insisted, his tone earnest. “I wanted to say I’m sorry for letting you keep your feelings away from me for so many years.”

You blinked, taken aback by his admission. The confession hung in the air between you like a fragile thread, stretching taut with unspoken emotions. For a moment, you didn’t know how to respond.

“I—” you started but faltered. The weight of his words settled heavily on your heart. “You don’t understand…” you whispered, finally looking into his eyes.

“I do,” Jungwon interrupted gently. “I know it must’ve been hard for you, hiding how you felt. But I didn’t want you to feel like you had to. I care about you, and I always have.”

The sincerity in his voice made your heart race. The walls you’d built up around your feelings began to tremble. “Then why did you let me run away?” you asked, a hint of desperation creeping into your tone.

“Because I didn’t know how to handle it,” he admitted, looking down at the floor between you. “I was scared of ruining what we had. But running away isn’t the answer.”

You swallowed hard, heart racing as the silence stretched between you two. “Jungwon… I can’t keep pretending I’m okay when I’m not,” you confessed, your voice barely above a whisper.

Jungwon reached out, placing a comforting hand over yours. “Then don’t. Let’s figure this out together.”

The warmth of his touch sent a rush of emotions through you. You wanted to believe him, to let down your guard and embrace the possibility of something more. But doubt lingered, and the fear of losing him loomed large.

“Together…” you echoed, feeling the weight of his words.

“Together,” Jungwon affirmed, his eyes steady and sincere.

/ᐠ > ˕ <マ ₊˚⊹♡

A few weeks had passed since that moment of truth in the hallway, and things had settled into a new rhythm between you and Jungwon. Your friendship blossomed into something deeper, and though you felt the lingering awkwardness at times, you both navigated it.

One afternoon, you found yourself wandering back to that familiar hallway, drawn by nostalgia and a craving for a sweet treat. You pulled out a small stash of candy from your bag and popped a piece into your mouth, savoring the sugary goodness. The corridor was quiet, just as you remembered it, the shadows casting a cozy ambiance around you.

“Mind if I join?” Jungwon’s voice broke through your thoughts, and you turned to see him standing there, a hopeful smile gracing his lips.

“Of course not,” you said, gesturing for him to sit beside you. He settled down, close enough that you could feel the warmth radiating from him. You felt a flutter of happiness at his presence, even as you focused on your candy, a shy smile creeping onto your face.

Without warning, Jungwon reached for your hand. Your heart raced as he took your fingers and carefully placed a ring on your finger. You looked down, shock washing over you as you saw the delicate flower design at its center. “Wha—?” you started, staring at him in disbelief.

“Guess it was time to give you a real promise ring,” he said, a warm smile spreading across his face. Your breath hitched as he took both your hands in his, urging you to face him.

“I promise to stay by your side and love you forever,” he said, sincerity radiating from his every word. The weight of his declaration settled in your chest, and you felt tears prickling at the corners of your eyes.

Before you could respond, Jungwon gently wiped away the tears that had escaped. The tender gesture ignited a swell of emotions within you, and as he leaned in, your heart raced. His lips brushed against yours, soft and hesitant, and you blinked your tears away, finally kissing him back.

When you both pulled back, breathless and wide-eyed, you searched his gaze, looking for something to say. “Jungwon?” you whispered, feeling a mix of disbelief and joy.

“I’m sorry it took me so many years to realize how much I love you,” he confessed, his voice steady yet filled with emotion.

With that, a surge of happiness bubbled up inside you, and you couldn’t hold back. You threw your arms around him, hugging him tightly, your heart soaring.

Unbeknownst to you, Jungwon had fought a silent battle of his own. Every night, he wrestled with nightmares about losing you, dreams fueled by the realization of his feelings that had blossomed too late. He had watched you through the years, oblivious to the depth of his own care, often drowning in the fears of letting you slip away.

You both sat together after that when suddenly Jungwon leaned over, eyeing the colorful Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans with a glint of mischief in his eyes. “I’ll take one,” he said, grabbing a bright red bean. He popped it into his mouth, but as he chewed, his face twisted into a comical grimace. “Soap…” he exclaimed, scrunching his nose in disgust.

You burst into laughter, the sound ringing through the hallway like music. “Oh no! What a horrible choice!” you teased, leaning closer to him.

With a playful grin, you grabbed a bean for yourself, picking a pastel pink one from the pile. You tossed it into your mouth and chewed, your eyes lighting up as the sweet, fluffy flavor of marshmallow burst across your tongue. “Marshmallow!” you declared triumphantly, your face beaming with delight.

“Unfair…” Jungwon pouted, crossing his arms over his chest in mock indignation. His playful expression only made you laugh harder.

“Maybe you should be more adventurous!” you shot back, sticking your tongue out teasingly. The action made Jungwon chuckle, his pout turning into an amused grin.

“Adventurous? I think I’ll stick to chocolate thank you very much,” he replied, shaking his head with exaggerated seriousness.

“You’re missing out on all the fun!” you exclaimed, reaching for another handful of beans. “You never know what kind of delicious flavor you might discover!”

“Or what kind of disgusting one,” he replied, still trying to maintain his pout but failing miserably as laughter bubbled up inside him.

“Alright, fine! Let’s make a deal. For every bean you try, I’ll try one too!” you proposed, feeling the thrill of the challenge.

Jungwon raised an eyebrow, considering the offer. “Okay, but if I end up with soap again, I’m blaming you!”

“Deal!” You both laughed as you rummaged through the beans, the air filled with a sense of lighthearted competition.

As the two of you began to taste the different flavors, the laughter continued, with both of you grimacing at the awful ones and cheering for the good ones.

Jungwon looked at you, his eyes shining with mirth. “Okay, okay, how about this: if I try one more, you have to promise to give me a kiss after,” he said, a playful challenge lacing his words.

You raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Oh, is that the only way to get a kiss from you now?” you teased.

“Maybe!” he replied, shrugging dramatically.

“Fine, you’ve got yourself a deal!” you said, determination flooding through you.

With a flourish, Jungwon picked out a bean, his eyes narrowing as he studied it like it was a potion ingredient. He took a deep breath and popped it into his mouth, chewing with a nervous expression. After a few seconds, his eyes widened in shock. “Uh-oh….”

You leaned forward, unable to contain your curiosity. “What is it? Is it bad?”

“Ear wax!” he exclaimed, his face scrunching up in disgust as you burst into laughter, clutching your stomach.

“That was a bold choice!” you teased. You leaned over to peck Jungwon's cheek, but just as your lips were about to make contact, he turned his head, and your lips landed on his instead. You pulled back in shock, "Jungwon!" you exclaimed, your cheeks flushed with surprise. He only laughed, eyes twinkling with mischief.

Before you could think twice, you grabbed his cheeks with both hands, determined this time, and kissed him fully. Jungwon’s laughter faded as he wrapped his arms around your waist, effortlessly pulling you onto his lap. The kiss deepened, both of you lost in the moment.

Suddenly, a voice interrupted, "I always knew they would end up together!" one of the portraits on the wall exclaimed with excitement.

"You owe me 10 sickles!" another portrait chimed in.

"You blithering idiot, how can I pay you for something I never agreed on!" the first portrait argued.

You both pulled back, laughing breathlessly, resting your foreheads against each other as the portraits continued bickering. Jungwon smiled, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear, "I guess everyone knew before we did."

"Maybe," you whispered back, "but I think we’re making up for lost time."

Jungwon chuckled softly, holding you close, the warmth of the moment wrapping around the two of you like a spell.

End

how life feels when you are (im)patiently waiting for the new chapters of your favourite smaus to be uploaded

hiii~ I’m new to your blog and saw that you were asking reqs and wanted to know if you’d be open to doing an enha imagine/reaction to their s/o trying to cheer them up after they’ve had a hard week?

hello love, welcome to my blog!! here you go :)

cheering enhypen up after a hard week!!

warnings: weight loss, stress, overwhelming work, very minimal crying and kisses :p

pairing: idol!enha x gn!reader

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you noticed that heeseung has been very stressed due to a new comeback that his group was having.

“ hello?” heeseungs voice rang out through the other side of the phone, almost startling you wt how quickly he picked up

“ hi baby, can you come over pleeeeease” you whined, smiling after hearing a sigh.

“ y/n i- yeah sure.. i’ll be there soon.”

“ thank you! see you soon!!” you said, ending the call not soon after before rushing towards the kitchen. you wanted to have a movie night with him with all of his favourite snacks. nibbling on your lip, you tugged out a few packets of chips and some m&m’s because you could swear you saw hearts in his eyes whenever he saw them. you poured out and even amount of everything and washed your hands to get all the mixed crumbs off. a light knock on your door was heard, instantly sending your stomach to jump around. “ coming!” you called out, quickly placing all the bowls on the table before slipping over to the door. opening it, you peeked through the small crack, not seeing anybody. you opened it completely, now a frown taking out your previous smile. “ rAh!” heeseung jumped out from the side in a horrible attempt to scare you, leaving you in a fit of laughter. now heeseung was the one pouting. “ that’s not funny y/n, i got you” he said, trying to maintain his pout but only ended joining in with your laughter. gosh how he missed you. once you both eventually calmed down, you kicked the door close and wrapped your arms around his waist. he felt different. “ heeseung…” you called, eyebrows creasing again. “ you lost weight.” you said, hearing him sigh in response. “ in know y/n, they aren’t letting me eat as much. it’s okay though!” he says, trying to lighten the mood. humming you pulled his hand towards the living room and sat him down on the couch. “ i don’t see anybody here to monitor you so eat up” you say, pulling the table closer. you rested your chin on his shoulder and looked up at him. he huffed, rubbing his cheeks. “ gosh y/n… i love you so much” he mumbled, turning to look at you with the softest smile. you mimicked his facial expression. connecting your lips in a gentle kiss. you’ve shared many kisses before but this one felt.. perfect

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jay was never one to show that he was stressed. whenever he did though, nobody else could be around to know.

he has been struggling trying to learn a new dance and every day when he came home to your shared apartment, he would always complain about how much his body hurts.

the front door tickled, followed by a soft thud a few seconds after. “ i’m homeee” jay called out, yawning and taking his shoes off before trotting over to the bedroom which was where you would most likely be. he chuckled to himself, seeing you only had the lamo turned on and piano music playing in the background. he felt a small ( or not ) figure coming up behind him and wrapping their arms around him. “ go take a bath my love, then come back here okay?” you mumbled quietly, letting go to stand infront of him. this time, he tugged you into a soft hug, kissing your shoulder. “ you’re too much y/n” he spoke softly, already knowing what to expect in the bathroom. pulling away from the hug, he simply smiled to himself before landing another kiss on your lips. “ come on smelly, go take a bath and then i’ll give you a massage. i know you’ve worked so hard recently. he stared at you for a moment, stars in his eyes before nodding and rubbing your shoulder. you watched as he walked into the candle lit bathroom, smiling before closing the door. how did he get so lucky to have you?

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it’s been so quiet in the house. jake has been so busy with releasing a new album that he often forgot to take care of himself

pushing open the door to enhypens practice room, you saw all the members either dancing or sitting against the wall with a bottle in their hand. eyes scanning the room, you bowing and have everybody a small ‘hello’ before jake stood up and walked over to you, resting his chin on your shoulder. “ hi there handsome.” you smiled, rubbing your hand up and down his back. after not receiving any response, you pulled away from the hug and held his face in your hands with a small smile. “ what’s wrong my love?” you said, just loud enough for the two of you to hear. “ hungry.” he pouted, causing you to giggle quietly. you placed a quick kiss on his lips before holding a plastic bag up to him. “ i went past the grocery store on my way here and got you some food. there is like two things for the boys to share aswell okay?” his lips lifted up from the pout into a bright smile, nodding and pulling you into a tight hug. “ thank you so much y/n~~!”. it was crazy how quickly his mood changed but you were just glad he wasn’t going to be pouty for the rest of the day. taking the bag from your hand, he gathered the boys in a huddle before sitting down and pouring out everything that was inside of the bag. isn’t really wasnt a lot but it was definitely enough for them. a few excited noises echoed around the room before they all bowed their head and instantly claimed what they wanted. jakes smile never left his face. you would do anything to see that smile forever.

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sunghoon had a really hard iceskating solo and not to mention the upcoming album he needed to practice for

he has been really overwhelmed and needed a getaway

a green tick showed up on the screen. confirmed. smiling to yourself, you bit down on your bottom lip while trying to imagine flying overseas to jeju island together. he was always comparing about how he would never be able to go there because of all of his work. it was a friday morning and he had the whole weekend off work so you thought a three day trip would be a perfect getaway for the both of you. sunghoon had left the bed earlier in the morning for some unknown reason, tilting your head as you just realised. “ sunghoon-ah! come!!” you called out, cringing as your voice didn’t come out as loud as expected. regardless, sunghoon showed up in the doorway. “ what’s up my love?” he asked, leaning against the frame and yawning. “ come lay down” you whined, closing your laptop and placing it on the nightstand before opening your arms for him. without hesitation, he waddled over to you and dropped himself ontop of you. letting out a soft groan, you shook his shoulder as he started to laugh. “ i’m not that heavy~” he laughs, lifting his head to look at you. “ yea yea, if i did that you would act like i pushed you through the ground” you giggled, pushing him off you and onto his back next to you. shuffling closer to him, you rested you head in the crook of his neck before landing a small kiss. “ if you could go to one place in the world, where would it be?” you asked, already know the answer. “ jeju island” he respond quickly, no second though running through his mind. “ mm.. guess what? we are leave tonight.” you smiled into his neck, closing your eyes. “ leaving..?” he asked, slightly confused as it was so unexpected. “ to jeju island. you said you wanted to go right?”. sunghoon shrugged you off his shoulder and held your face up in both of his hands so delicately, as if he would break you. “ y/n if you’re joking i’ll snap your neck” he says, creasing his eyebrows. “ just as well i’m not joking then. hurry up, let’s start packing” you mumbled. he clearly still didn’t believe you. pulling out of his grip, you grabbed your laptop and opened the ticket screen. he stared at it blankly before blinking and bringing himself back to reality. “ i’m gonna marry you y/n!” he exclaims, tackling you down onto the bed into a bone crushing hug.

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sunoo has been struggling with his weight recently. the company has put him on a strict diet, not allowing him to eat as much as the other members.

humming quietly to yourself as you made your way to enhypens shared dorm, you pulled out your phone and texted sunoo.

hi my love, i’m on my way to the dorm okay?

sunshine boy: i’ll be waiting :)

and with that, you turned off your phone and continued walking. it was so cold that day and you knew that sunoo didn’t deal with the cold very well so when you got there and saw him cuddled up in what looked like 3 blankets, the least you could be is surprised. not noticing your presence, his eyes stayed glued to the tv. “ what are you watching?” you asked, making your way over to the bed and laying down next to him. he instantly paused the show and tugged his arms out of the blanket. “ y/n! that was quick” he says, coiling his arms around your waist and feathering small kisses all over your collarbone before giving you a lasting one on your lips. “ i kissed you y/n. i’ve been so busy” he pouted, sitting up and resting his head on your shoulder, something he always did when he was sad. you brought your hand up to his hair and ran your fingers through it. “ i know sweetheart. let’s keep making them for eachother like this hm?” you spoke calmly, sunoo nodding his head in response. he lifted his head from your shoulder and stared at you with teary eyes. you instantly felt your stomach knot up, cupping his soft cheeks in your hand. “ it is the dieting again?” you asked him, wiping a stray tear that escaped from his right eye. sunoo nodded, sniffing and leaning into your neck with a soft sob. “ let’s go out for dinner” you spoke up, rubbing your hand soothingly up and down his back. once again, he lifted his head and wiped his tears away. “ i’m not allowed.” he mumbled, another sob leaving his lips. “ they aren’t going to do anything. who cares, they don’t own you” you reassured him, leaning in to leave a small kiss on the tip of his nose. he nodded and with that, his usual smile was back on his face.

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jungwon has been under a lot of pressure recently, especially since e he was the leader of enhypen. they have had multiple comebacks without a break and jungwon desperately needed some time away.

“ jungwon? i’m home!” you called out, closing the door behind you. jungwon had one day off and the one day he was free, you got caught up working. “ in the bedroom y/n” he responded. he sounded sick. slipping off your shoes, he quickly walked to the bedroom to see jungwon sitting with his back resting against the backboard of the bed, laptop resting on his lap. “ save what your work on and then it off” you sighed, walking over to him and waiting for him to put the laptop away. “ stop doing the jungwon. it’s not heathy.” you nagged him. you sometimes felt like a mother with how much you had to remind him to take care of himself. he huffed in response. tilting your head to the side, you leaned into his chest and wrapped your arms around his waist. “ they need me y/n, i have to.” he explains softly, resting his chin ontop of your head. you nodded, lifting your head to rest your lips against his shoulder. “ i know wonnie but you can’t overwork yourself. it’s not fair.” you explained, not warning any response from him. you sat up and pulled out of the hug before slipping your hand into his. “ come, let’s go to the grocery store and buy snacks so we can watch a movie. let’s invite the boys too, im sure they need a break” you suggested, lifting him off the bed. he simply smiled at you. how did he manage to get such a caring and considerate partner?

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being the maknae, ni-ki found himself under a lot of pressure from the hyungs and wanted to take a day off practice.

a small ding was heard from your phone, causing you to lift your head and check the small notification that popped up.

“y/n, can i come over?” the message read and you didn’t need to check who it was from. it was obviously that your boyfriend ni-ki was under a lot of stress from the new comeback and needed somebody to lean on. regardless if you were older or younger ni-ki would always come to you when he needed support of reassurance. responding affirmatively to the message. you shut off your phone and searched up the address for the nearest cinema. ni-ki had been nagging his hyungs to go to a new movie that had just came out but their excuse was that they were too busy. seeing that the movie he wanted still had available seats, you booked it for two people and got up to get dressed. after a while of getting dressed, you heard the front door unlocking, followed by footsteps walking towards your room. “ y/n, are you in here?” you heard ni-ki’s voice call out. “ yeah, go put your shoes back on” you responded, grabbing your bag and phone before walking up to him who was slipping his shoes back on. “ didnt you wanna watch ______?” you asked, putting on shoes for yourself too, looking up at him. “ did you get tickets?!” he said, almost yelled while jumping in his spot with a bright smile. “ i did but we need to get there quick, it starts in 20 minutes.” you said. it’s true, ni-ki does have a contagious smile. “ thank you so much y/n! i love youuuu!” he said, the slumber he was in earlier totally forgotten about. he pulled you into a tight hug before grabbing your hand and tugging you out of the door.

hi hi! i hope this was up to your expectations and wasn’t too long. it took me a while to get it out because it’s mother’s day here and i’ve been pretty busy! thank you so much for requesting, i hope it was up to your standards :))

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you smiled to yourself as you entered the bedroom you and jungwon shared, seeing him sprawled out on the bed.

“ come on wonnie, you need to get up my love” you said softly, walking up to his cam figure before placing a hand over his shoulder.

he whined, rolling onto his back before opening his eyes just enough to see you. “ see, we’re already halfway there” you said, jungwon instantly closing his eyes.

with one swift movement, jungwon entangled his arms around your waist and pulled you down next to him. “ don’t say anything. just lie down with me.” he said, closing his eyes once again and stuffing his face into the crook of your neck.

as much as you wanted to deny that you liked it, you eventually gave in to his small protests and ran one hand up and down his back while the other tangled itself in his soft hair.

he deserved it.

falling in love all over again.

pairing: y.jw x older fem!reader. ( roommates to lovers )

warnings: nightmares

genre: fluff, comfort

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“noona..” jungwons voice creaked out, stirring you around in your sleep. repeating it again, he placed a soft hand on your shoulder, careful not to startle you. “ noona, wake up..” he muttered, a little bit louder this time. letting out a small groan, you had woken up from your sleep rubbing your eyes with a frown tattooed on your face. already, jungwon had already started to mumble out apologies for waking you up until you had stopped him with a small tap on his sweaty hand that still rested on your shoulder.

“what’s wrong wonie?” you asked gently, sitting up while peaking your eyes to open. the state jungwon was in almost crushed your heart. his eyes were red and puffy, hair messy and cheeks stained with previous tears. “ what happened?” you asked, this time with more urgency in your voice. jungwon wasn’t the type to have nightmares but when he did, they were really bad. he explained that he had a nightmare and you opened your arms immediately. cooing, you wrapped your arms around his figure that had placed itself next to you. he let out another quiet sob, burying his face in your shoulder. “ shhh… it’s okay, you’re safe now.” you whispered, hoping it would somewhat comfort him. “ sleep here tonight, okay?”, laying yourselves down while rubbing comforting circles on his back.

he had seemed to somewhat calm down and his previously wide eyes had grown tired and sleepy. allowed him to continue to rest against you, you brought your hand up to his hair, gently playing with it. something you did ever movie night which seemed to make him sleep in an instant. a few minutes pass and jungwons head grew heavy against your shoulder, meaning he had fallen asleep, you following him into dreamworld not soon after.

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feeling limbs untangle with yours mixed with the sunlight seeping out of the window pulled you out of your dream. you felt a pressure lift off the bed next to you, making you open your eyes, only to squint straight after. “ go back to sleep noona…” jungwon said softly, padding over to your side of the bed. his eyes weren’t puffy anymore but his cheeks were sure rosy. he looked so cute, it was almost as if you could k… no that would be weird… “ y/n noona, thank you for last night.” he said, sitting down next to you on the bed just as he did last night.

he leaned over, leaving a small kiss on your cheek. now his face was much more than rosy and you were sure your face was too. he let out a tiny giggle, standing up before kissing your other cheek, ruffling your hair, and walking out of the room.

…did that all really just happen?

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a/n!! i know this is pretty short but i’ve noticed that my short drabbles do better than my long writings! also please leave requests! i suck at writing without a guideline to follow to requests really help. thank you!!!

hellooo!! can you do enhypen reaction to meeting their s/o's parents for the first time? thank you and i love your works <33

AAAAHHHH ofc i can!!! :D hope you enjoy, ty for requesting!!

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enhypen meeting their s/o’s parents

warnings: insecurities, self doubt, negative language (about themselves), mentions of both parents (???) kisses

pairing: idol!enha x gn!reader

authors note: hii! thank you for requesting. i got a little bit lazy towards the end ( SORRY). each member has from 3-6(??) paragraphs

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jungwon

jungwon wold definitely be over the moon to meet your parents. he asked about meeting them on your second date together, hinting that he wanted things between the two of you to work out. so here you were the next day, outside of your house.

the same could be said about your dad. he and jungwon instantly clicked over the dinner table when jungwon brought up some small talk about sports. that was the instant way to win your dads heart over. they even loved him so much, your mom offered for him to stay the night. how could he turn down an opportunity like that?

the same could be said about your dad. he and jungwon instantly clicked over the dinner table when jungwon brought up some small talk about sports. that was the instant way to win your dads heart over. they even loved him so much, your mom offered for him to stay the night. how could he turn down an opportunity like that?

the same could be said about your dad. he and jungwon instantly clicked over the dinner table when jungwon brought up some small talk about sports. that was the instant way to win your dads heart over. they even loved him so much, your mom offered for him to stay the night. how could he turn down an opportunity like that?

heeseung

heeseung wouldn’t be as nervous and some of the other members. he had seen photos and videos of you and your parents and they had seen him on tv and everywhere on social media. when you told them you were dating heeseung, they quite literally begged to meet him.

heeseung tapped his foot nervously on the floor of the small cafe, waiting for you and your parents to arrive. he had made sure to get there earlier so the meeting wouldn’t be as awkward. a few minutes later, you stepped into the cafe, your parents following behind you with subtle smiles. heeseung ahead was full of thoughts, positive and negative. you instantly rushed up to him, engulfing him in a big hug before pecking his cheek and giving him a bright smile.

your mom followed you with a smile almost identical to yours while your dad just lingered around. he wasn’t going to deny that he thought heeseung was much more attractive in real life, which he brought up over a cup of coffee. your mother learnt that he knows how to cook, clean and pretty much do a lot of housework, meaning he would definitely be at your house alot. your dsd just seemed to take a liking to him, complimenting him about almost everything he did.

jay

jay definitely calls you when he was on the way to your house, mumbling something about how worried he was. jay believed that he wasn’t going to be the best image of a boyfriend to your parents for some reason. that’s why he decided to make a quick stop at the grocery store, picking up some fresh flowers and a few small snacks that he knew you liked.

springing up out of bed at the sound of your front door being knocked on, you rushed down the stairs to reach the door before your parents. clearly, you weren’t fast enough. your mother let out a gasp, causing your heart to drop. surely jay wasn’t wearing something that would give the wrong impression. you stepped to the side next to your mom who instantly stepped forward, engulfing jay in a tight hug.

how did he know your mom loved tulips? weird. you raised your eyebrows at him before he was let go from the bone crushing hug.

“ is this your boyfriend?” your mother asked you, spinning around on her heel before lacing an arm around jays shoulder to pull him inside from the cold winter air outside. you nodded, smiling from the face jay had displayed (☺️ what a cutie)

“ welcome to the family jay” you whispered to him when your mother took the flowers off him, giving him the sweetest smile she could muster up before rushing off to find a vase for them.

jake

poor baby would be so so so worried. jake would constantly ask you if you were sure if your parents would like him which you answered yes to every single time. jake just couldn’t felt but to worry.

he wiped his shaky palms against his pants, waiting for somebody to come and open the front door of your house. was your door always this big? did you house always look so intimidating? it definitely didn’t look like this when he would pick you up, right? jake instantly pulled himself out of his thoughts when the front door opened, followed by a greeting.

jake bowed his head out of instinct, looking up to meet eyes with your dad. jake gulped, fiddling with his hands nervously until you popped your head out from behind your dad with a giddy smile. as if it was contagious, jake started to loosen up, smiling already. “ welcome, come in” your dad said, giving jake a very small but noticeable smile. your mom rushed out of the kitchen, towards you and jake who had lagged behind your dad who was headed to the living room.

“ welcome jake! we have heard so much about you. i’m glad we can finally meet you” your mom said, bowing her hair when jake turned around, only for him to stumble awkwardly and then do the same thing, pulling a giggle from both you and your mom.

sunghoon

sunghoon had not a single worry in his soul when walking you home from a date. the reason being was because he had no idea he was meeting your parents. to be fair, you didn’t know that he was meeting them either.

as the two of you stood infront of your front door, he leaned down to kiss you as a way of bidding goodbye. “ thanks for the date tonight, i really enjoyed it” he mumbled, staring down at you until his attention was brought to the front door of your house. your hands were in his so how could you open the-

“ ah! mom, y/n’s kissing their boyfriend!!!” your brother called out, instantly running away from the door at the sound of your moms voice. you turned around, still holding one of sunghoon hands in yours. he looked absolutely petrified. you giggled, poking his cheek before tugging him towards the door.

“ might aswell make a good first impression and fix it up hm?” you said, pulling him inside and closing the door behind him just as your dad walked out of the kitchen, followed by your mom. welp, this would be a fun story for the grandchildren.

sunoo

this baby would be so whiny and pouty before meeting them, claiming they wouldn’t like him. that was until he met them. you’d say he liked them more than you if you knew any better!

sunoo whined, tugging on your arm as you pulled him out of your bedroom. “ please don’t make me do this!!” he whined, clicking his tongue when you turned around to stare at him. there was no way he would win with you. he sighed in defeat, stumbling down the stairs behind you as you walked towards the living room where your parents had just settled down from a day out.

“ mom, dad! sunoo is here” you said so casually, as if they already knew him. and to be fair, they did. he was all you talked about anyways. you could hear shuffling around before your mom met the two of you in the hallway. sunoo let go of your sleeve, bowing at her at almost a 90 degree angle…. yeah. he chuckled, bowing her head slightly back at him.

when sunoo stood back up, his whole face was a bright red, earning another giggle from you and your dad who had watched the whole thing from behind your mom. cute. “ let’s get you some water. you look very.. red” your dad teased, chuckling before patting him on the back and gesturing to the kitchen.

ni-ki

niki would probably be the most chill in the sense that he would relax around your parents depending on how much he thought they liked him. of course, it didn’t mean that he treated them like friends but he definitely wasn’t over formal * cough sunoo*

niki rang your doorbell, looking up at the ceiling over your front door before biting down on the inside of him cheek. he shuffled in his face, looking at the face that peeked through the door when it opened. “ hi, nice to meet you. i’m niki, y/n’s boyfriend” he blurted out, bowing slightly as the door opened wider, revealing you and the both of your parents staring at him. your mother was first to make a move, placing a hand in his shoulder.

“ come inside sweets, it’s cold out here huh.” she said, earning a small hum from niki. “ yeah it is pretty cold” he responded, glancing over at your dad who was almost his height. niki gave him a sweet smile and got one in return, making a sense on comfort fill his stomach. he was so glad that he already felt welcomed and accepted when though he had barely stepped into the house.

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hii!! please let me know what you thought about this! i think it was a super duper cute concept and any feedback would be super duper highly appreciated!! have s good day and take care of yourself :)

Punishment

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Paring: Sub!Camboy!Jungwon x Dom!Reader

Genre: smut

Summary: Y/n discovers Jungwon preparing for a camboy session, surrounded by adult toys and wearing a collar. She confronts him playfully, revealing she knows his secret and hinting at a shared experience.

More: Masterlist

A/n: I'm considering creating more fics like this if you want me to. Also, I am currently working on some requests. Requests are still open; it might just take a while.

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Y/n always had a knack for making an entrance. She'd saunter into a room with the confidence of a lioness surveying her pride, and today was no exception. Jungwon's apartment, however, was uncharacteristically still. The usually warm, welcoming space was filled with an eerie silence that made Y/n's skin crawl. She called out his name, expecting the usual greeting or the distant sound of a shower running, but all she heard was the faint hum of the computer in the bedroom.

Her heart racing, she pushed the door open to find Jungwon sprawled on the bed, surrounded by a sea of dildos and vibrators. He was in the middle of setting up for his live cam show, dressed in nothing but a pair of skimpy lace panties and a collar that glinted in the dim light. Y/n's eyes widened in shock, and for a moment, she couldn't believe what she was seeing. But as the reality set in, a smirk curled on her lips. Jungwon's secret life as a camboy was about to become their little shared secret.

"Well, well, well," she purred, crossing her arms over her chest. "Look what we have here."

Jungwon's eyes shot up from his task, wide with a mix of fear and arousal. He knew he was in trouble, and his cheeks flushed as he scrambled to cover himself with a pillow. "Y/n baby," he stuttered. "I can explain."

But Y/n was already striding over to the bed, a glint of mischief in her eyes. She grabbed the leather whip off the bedside table, the same one he had used on her countless times before. "Oh, I think I can guess," she said, her voice low and sultry. "You've been a very bad boy, Jungwon."

Her hand came down with a sharp crack across his thigh, and Jungwon yelped, his body jolting. The sound was deliciously satisfying, and Y/n felt a thrill of power course through her. She leaned down, her face inches from his, and whispered, "You're going to show everyone what happens to naughty little camboys who don't tell their mommies about their side hustles."

Jungwon's eyes searched hers, a silent plea for mercy, but she only grinned. "You're going to be the star of the show tonight, baby," she said, stroking the whip along his body. "And I'm going to make sure everyone sees just how much of a slut you are."

With that, she turned on the webcam and the room filled with the eager chatter of his online audience. Y/n didn't miss a beat, slipping into a pair of red, lace lingerie she found in his drawer. She knew he liked it when she played the part of a stern dom, so she leaned into it, her voice firm and commanding. "Look at all these people waiting to see how a bad boy gets punished," she said, her hand tracing the line of his jaw. "They're all so curious, aren't they?"

Jungwon nodded, his voice shaky. "Y-yes, Mommy," he murmured, his eyes darting to the screen and back to her.

Y/n felt a thrill at the sound of the word "Mommy" on his lips. It was a term they'd played with before in their private kinks, but the fact that he was saying it now, in this context, was exhilarating. She knew it would drive his fans wild, and she had every intention of using that to her advantage. She lubed up the strap-on dildo with a wicked smile, watching Jungwon's eyes widen in anticipation and a hint of fear.

"You're going to beg for it," she told him, her voice low and sultry. "You're going to apologize to everyone for being such a naughty boy, and then you're going to show them just how much you enjoy your punishment."

Jungwon swallowed hard, his throat dry with nerves. He had never been outed like this before, never been caught in the act by someone he cared about. But there was something about the way Y/n's eyes gleamed with excitement that made his cock throb in his panties. He felt the cold metal of the vibrating cock ring being snapped around his erection, and he gasped, his hips bucking involuntarily.

"Look at him," Y/n said, addressing the camera. "He can't even wait to be punished."

The chatter in the chat grew more feverish as Jungwon's fans watched the scene unfold. Y/n knew they were eager to see their favorite camboy get what he deserved, and she was more than happy to oblige. She straddled him, the strap-on pressing against his ass. "You're going to apologize to all your little viewers," she ordered, her voice like silk. "Tell them how sorry you are for keeping secrets from Mommy."

Jungwon's eyes watered as he whispered, "I'm so sorry, Mommy. I'm a bad boy." His voice was a mix of genuine regret and the thrill of his newfound vulnerability. The camera picked up every tremor in his voice, and the audience lapped it up.

Y/n smirked, feeling the power dynamic shift heavily in her favor. She grabbed his chin and tilted his head up, forcing him to look into the camera. "Is that all you have to say?" she demanded, her tone a perfect blend of disappointment and dominance. Jungwon took a deep breath, his eyes glossy with lust. "I'm so sorry, Mommy! I'll be good! I'll do anything you say!"

The chat exploded with excitement, a cacophony of lewd comments and demands. Y/n couldn't help but feel a sense of triumph as she began to peg Jungwon. She thrust deep, watching his face contort with pleasure and pain. His body arched off the bed, his moans growing louder with each stroke. She tightened her grip on the leather whip, ready to use it if he didn't perform to her satisfaction.

"Look at this greedy slut," she said, her voice carrying over the sound of his gasps. "He loves being filled up, doesn't he?" Jungwon could only nod, his eyes rolling back in his head as she hit just the right spot. The vibrating cock ring around his shaft sent waves of pleasure through him, making his entire body quiver.

The chat was alight with comments, eager viewers urging Y/n to go harder, to make him scream. She reveled in the power, her movements becoming more forceful. Each thrust was punctuated with a snap of the whip, leaving red lines across Jungwon's pale skin. He squirmed and writhed beneath her, his desperate pleas for release echoing through the room.

"Not yet," she purred, her own arousal growing with every second. "First, you need to show Mommy how much you can take."

Jungwon's eyes snapped open, and he gritted his teeth as she yanked on the chain attached to his collar, forcing him to look into the camera. His cheeks were flushed, his hair a sweaty mess, and his eyes were glazed over with desire. The strap-on filled him completely, stretching him in a way that made him feel both used and utterly adored. He knew he was putting on a show for his viewers, but all he could focus on was the pleasure Y/n was giving him, the way she was dominating him so completely.

"Such a good boy," she cooed, her hand reaching down to squeeze his cock, the vibrations from the ring sending shockwaves through his body. "Now tell them how much you want to cum for Mommy."

Jungwon's voice was strained, his words barely coherent. "I-I wanna to c-um s'badly, Mommy~," he whimpered, his eyes never leaving hers. "P..ase, let me c-cum."

Y/n chuckled, the sound as dark and seductive as the room's shadows. "Only if you can make Mommy cum first," she said, her eyes gleaming with challenge. She pulled out the strap-on, watching Jungwon's hole quiver with need. He nodded frantically, his breath coming in short, desperate gasps.

Y/n straddled Jungwon's face, her own pussy wet with excitement. She could feel the heat of his breath on her, and she knew he was eager to taste her. "Eat me out," she ordered, her voice thick with desire. "Make me cum, and maybe, just maybe, I'll let you have your little reward."

Jungwon didn't need any further encouragement. He buried his face between her legs, his tongue darting out to tease her clit. Y/n moaned, her hands fisting in his hair as he worked his magic. He knew exactly what she liked, and he wasn't going to hold back now. The camera captured every moment, the sight of Jungwon's eager mouth on her pussy sending the chat into a frenzy. His fans watched, enraptured, as he licked and sucked, his tongue swirling around her sensitive bud.

Y/n's hips began to rock, her body moving in rhythm with Jungwon's mouth. She could feel the tension building, her orgasm approaching like a freight train. Her eyes remained locked on the camera, a smug smile playing on her lips. She knew she had him right where she wanted him, and she was going to enjoy every second of it. "fff-fuck yes baby," she breathed, her voice tight with pleasure. "J-ust like that, baby."

Jungwon's eyes fluttered closed as he focused on his task, his tongue delving deeper into her wetness. He could feel his own cock straining against the ring, the vibrations almost too much to handle. But he was determined to make her cum first. His tongue flicked and danced, tracing the folds of her sex with a practiced ease.

Y/n's moans grew louder, her body tensing above him. She leaned back, her breasts bouncing as she threw her head back in ecstasy. Jungwon's hands gripped Y/n's thighs, his face a mask of concentration as he worked tirelessly to please her. His own need was a constant throb, the vibrations from the ring making his balls ache. But he knew his place; he was here to serve, to be her good little boy.

Finally, with a guttural cry, Y/n squirted, her juices coating Jungwon's face. She collapsed onto the bed, her chest heaving as she looked down at him, her eyes hooded with satisfaction. Jungwon lapped at her thighs, his eyes pleading for his own release. "Good boy," she murmured, a hint of pride in her voice. "You've earned your reward."

With a swift motion, Y/n climbed off Jungwon, her legs wobbly with the aftershocks of her orgasm. She grabbed the cock ring and tugged it off, tossing it aside. Jungwon's cock sprang free, hard and desperate for release. "You did so well," she said, her voice softer now. "You really are the best little slut for Mommy."

Her hand wrapped around his shaft, her grip firm and sure. Jungwon moaned, his hips bucking up to meet her touch. The sensation was overwhelming after the constant vibration, and he could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge. Y/n leaned in, her lips pressing sloppily against his in a kiss that was as much about claiming him as it was about showing their connection to the audience. She tasted faintly of herself, a musky sweetness that made Jungwon's toes curl.

Their kiss grew more urgent as she stroked him, her thumb swiping over the head of his cock in a deliciously torturous pattern. Jungwon's breath hitched, and he could feel the beginnings of his climax building. The chat was a blur of words, their fans lost in the performance. But all Jungwon could focus on was Y/n, her eyes locked on his, her hand working him closer and closer to the precipice.

"Ask them what they want to see," she murmured against his lips, her voice a seductive whisper. Jungwon's heart raced as he turned to the camera, his voice thick with arousal. "W-hat do you wa-nt Mommy to do to M..e?"

The chat exploded with suggestions, each more depraved than the last. Y/n's eyes danced with excitement as she read through them, her hand never stopping its steady rhythm on Jungwon's cock. "Looks like my little slut has quite the fan club," she said, her voice filled with amusement.

"P-please, Mommy," Jungwon begged, his voice breaking. "I n-need to c-cum."

Y/n's eyes narrowed, a smirk playing on her lips as she considered the options presented by the eager viewers. "Looks like you've been a very popular boy," she said, her thumb teasing the slit of his cock. "They want to see you squirt all over yourself like the little whore you are."

Jungwon's eyes rolled back, his body on the brink. "I-I'll do it," he panted. "A-anything, just let me cum."

Y/n's smirk grew into a full-blown smile. She knew she had him. She leaned down, her breath hot on his ear. "Tell them," she whispered. "Tell them how much you want to cum for Mommy."

Jungwon's voice was shaky as he spoke to the camera. "P-please, everyone," he stuttered. "I w-want to c-cum so badly for Mommy." The words were barely out of his mouth before Y/n's hand sped up, her grip tightening. Jungwon's body was a symphony of sensation, his muscles tensing and releasing as he neared climax.

The room was thick with tension as Y/n worked him closer and closer. The smell of sex hung heavy in the air, mingling with the faint scent of leather from the whip that lay discarded on the bed. Jungwon's eyes squeezed shut, his hips jerking upwards as he chased his release. The sound of the chat had become a distant buzz, their words fading into the background as he focused solely on the pleasure Y/n was giving him.

"Look at me," she demanded, her voice firm. Jungwon's eyes snapped open, meeting hers. There was something in her gaze that was both terrifying and exhilarating, a mix of love and dominance that had him trembling with need. "Tell me you're going to cum for Mommy."

"I'm g-going to cum," he whimpered, his voice a desperate plea. "P-please, let me cum."

Y/n leaned in closer, her breasts pressing against his chest as she whispered, "Do it for Mommy."

With a strangled cry, Jungwon came hard, his cum spurting onto his stomach and chest in thick ropes. The camera caught every drop, his fans watching in awe as he trembled and squirmed beneath her touch. Y/n chuckled, her hand still moving slowly on his over-sensitive cock. She knew he was spent, his body a mess of nerves and pleasure, but she wasn't quite done with him yet.

"Such a good boy," she murmured, her voice a sweet caress in the otherwise raunchy atmosphere. She leaned down to lick a bead of cum from his chest, savoring the salty taste of his release. Jungwon's body was a symphony of sensation, his muscles still quivering from the intensity of his orgasm. He panted, his eyes fluttering closed as she kissed him gently.

"Thank you, Mommy," he whispered, his voice a hoarse whisper. Y/n couldn't help but smile at his obedience. She climbed off the bed, her own arousal still simmering just beneath the surface. "Don't go anywhere," she told him, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "We're not done yet."

Jungwon watched as she grabbed the leather whip again, his heart racing with anticipation. He knew she had more in store for him, and the thought both thrilled and terrified him. Y/n strutted back to the bed, the whip crackling in the air as she approached. She looked like a goddess of desire, her lingerie clinging to her curves and her hair a wild mess from their earlier exertions.

"You've been such a good boy," she said, her voice filled with warmth. "But now, it's time for your final punishment." She held up the whip, and Jungwon's cock twitched in response. "You're going to count for me, baby," she instructed, her tone firm. "Every stroke, you're going to count, and you're going to thank me for each one."

Jungwon nodded, his breath shallow. He knew this was it, the grand finale of their little performance. He braced himself as the whip made contact with his already sensitive skin, the sting making him gasp. "One," he murmured, his eyes never leaving hers.

Y/n's strokes grew stronger, painting a picture of red on Jungwon's ass. Each crack of the whip was met with a muffled cry and a whispered "Thank you, Mommy." His body danced with the pain, his legs shaking as he fought to stay in position for her. The room was alive with the sound of their play, the whip echoing through the speakers and into the ears of his devoted fans.

Jungwon's eyes watered, but he didn't dare break the gaze he held with Y/n. He knew she could see the mix of agony and euphoria in his eyes, the way his body responded to her dominance. It was a heady feeling, one that made his cock throb even as the pain grew more intense. He felt her hand on his thigh, her grip reassuring as she guided him through each stroke.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Jungwon reached the last number, his voice strained but obedient. "Ten, Mommy," he whimpered, his body sagging in relief. Y/n tossed the whip aside, her eyes still locked on his. "Good boy," she said, her voice soft and gentle. "You took your punishment like a champ."

Jungwon couldn't help the smile that graced his lips. He felt a strange sense of pride, knowing he had not only satisfied his Mommy but also his eager audience. His body was a canvas of desire, marked with the evidence of their game. He looked up at Y/n, his eyes pleading for the final act of their show.

Y/n leaned down, her breasts brushing against Jungwon's back as she whispered in his ear. "You've been such a good boy," she said, her breath warm and comforting. "Now, it's time for your reward."

Her hand reached back, her fingers finding his still-hard cock. Jungwon's eyes rolled back in his head as she began to stroke him again, her movements gentle this time. He knew she was in no rush, that she was savoring the moment just as much as he was. The tension in the room had shifted, the power dynamic no longer a game but a lived reality that bound them together.

Their kiss grew deeper, more intimate as she brought him back to the edge. Jungwon's breath hitched, his body taut with anticipation. He could feel the warmth of her pussy against his thigh, her own arousal clear as she ground against him. The camera captured every moment, their private world laid bare for the viewers to see.

With a final, desperate moan, Jungwon came again, his body spasming as ropes of cum shot out of him. Y/n's hand never left his cock, her touch soft and soothing as he rode out the last waves of pleasure. When he finally opened his eyes, she was smiling down at him, her own satisfaction clear. "Thank you, Mommy," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.

Y/n leaned down, her cheek pressing against his. "Thank you, baby," she said, her voice just as tender. "You were incredible."

They lay there for a moment, their bodies tangled together, the camera still rolling. Jungwon felt a mix of relief and euphoria, the adrenaline of their performance still coursing through his veins. He knew that their relationship had just entered a new phase, one filled with secrets and taboos, but he also knew that he wouldn't have it any other way.

"Alright, everyone," Y/n said, her voice suddenly business-like as she turned to the camera. "That's all for tonight. Don't forget to tip your performers." She winked, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "And Jungwon," she added, her voice a low purr. "Be a good boy for Mommy, or we'll have to do this again."

The chat erupted in a frenzy of tips and goodbye messages as they kissed one last time, their bodies still connected. They pulled away, the spell of the moment broken. Jungwon reached up, his hand shaking as he fumbled with the laptop to end the stream. The room fell silent, their world shrinking back to just the two of them.

He looked up at Y/n, his eyes filled with a newfound love and admiration. "Thank you," he murmured, his voice hoarse. "That was…"

Y/n chuckled, cutting him off. "It was what you needed," she said, her voice firm. "And it's what you're going to get from now on." She climbed off the bed, Jungwon following her to the bathroom. The cool air hit his skin, sending a shiver down his spine.

In the bathroom, she turned the shower on, the steam quickly filling the room. Jungwon watched as she peeled off the s lingerie, revealing her own naked form. He couldn't help but admire the way her curves moved with confidence and the smirk on her face that said she knew exactly what she was doing. He felt a strange mix of submission and adoration for her, a feeling that was both new and thrilling.

"Get in," she said, her voice still carrying the same commanding tone from earlier. Jungwon nodded, eager to obey. The hot water washed over them as they stepped into the shower, the sting of the droplets mixing with the lingering pain from the whip. Y/n grabbed a bottle of shower gel, her eyes never leaving Jungwon's as she began to lather him up. Her hands were firm but gentle, gliding over his bruised skin with care.

Jungwon’s Diary

pairing .. Yang Jungwon x F!Reader

Genre .. smut, friends to lovers, yandere!jungwon

warnings .. degrading such as calling the reader a “ stupid little girl, stalking, obsession, kinda violent at times, rough sex.. some fluff at the end

wrd count .. 2k

Every hour, every minute, every second, Jungwon was practically glued to his diary. Mindlessly and irrevocably scribbling every inch of his thoughts throughout the day. He always held the diary close to him and was highly possessive over it when anybody would even get remotely close to it. The fact that Jungwon always held the diary close to him isn’t even a good enough description of how much time he spends away from it which is like 1% of the time, he has even brought it with him in the bathroom when he showers.

However,

Today was a different day. Y/N and Jungwon have been friends for many, many years and got an apartment together after high school, becoming roommates. Jungwon had left the house to run some errands but Y/N was stuck alone with no plans for today so she ended up going around the apartment and cleaning. As she was fixing up and cleaning the dining room table, Y/N grabbed Jungwon’s jacket intending to put it back in his room of course but as she lifted the jacket, his diary fell out of a pocket and tumbled to the floor.

For someone to be so possessive over their diary the way that he was, what kind of outrageous and obscene things were written on those pages?

With her very curious wondering mind, Y/N grabbed the book off the floor with eager hands and flipped to a page that had a sorta recent date on the top of the page from two months ago.

“ Living with Y/N was the best idea in all of eternity. It’s like I wake up and I’m living in a dream every fucking day it’s amazing truly. I watch as she eats her breakfast, watching the way her eyes are when she first sits down and looks down at her food with hunger but happiness. The way her eyes flutter close for a second when she’s about to take a bite of her food and god when her lips part and her mouth takes in the mouthful of cereal drives me crazy-”

Y/N could feel her stomach drop the more she read. She flipped through a couple of the pages that were before that and every.single.page was 98% about her, he was practically her stalker, he followed her in secret and watched her run errands because “ I just can't bear to think all the fucking things that could happen to her when she's away from me, nobody should hurt her, nobody should touch her, and I just can't have anybody look at her the way I do.”

She should be terrified, she should’ve packed her shit and ran away. However, she kinda.. very much loved the idea and enjoyed every part of this. The way her scent drives him into a frenzy, the way he watches her sleep and sometimes catches Y/N touching herself “ I couldn’t help it today, I heard her moans when I came back from the market and I just opened her door a tad and just watched her lay back on the bed groping her breast with one hand, the other hand rubbing circles onto her clit as she had her head thrown back on the mattress, I touched myself while watching her fuck it was the best orgasm I’ve had, best day.”

She stood there in a daze with Jungwon’s diary in hand, daydreaming about Jungwon and the things he does for her and could even do to her when suddenly she flinched at the sound of something crashing onto the counter. She looked up as she saw an upset Jungwon who threw all his belongings he had there, fear rushed into her veins when her eyes met his, she was never more scared of anything or anyone in her life than in this moment, his eyebrows furrowed in and his eyes were full of anger and pure darkness.

“ What the fuck are you doing with my journal, Y/N.” He asked with a low tone in his voice that sent shivers down her spine, making her eyes immediately shoot down to look at her feet as she started playing with her hands anxiously.

“ I-I grabbed y-your jacket because I was cleaning a-and your diary fell o-out of i-it-” She sputtered out, Jungwon shook his head and scoffed at her answer. He quickly walked towards her and wrapped his hand around her neck, pushing her up against the all, and tightened his grip just a little to have Y/N grab at his hand and gasp.

“ Wrong fucking answer.” He whispered against her ear followed by a chuckle. He looked into her eyes as they fluttered, her cheeks growing a tinted red and her breathing getting heavier, she wouldn’t lie and say she was freaked out right now because in reality, seeing this side of Jungwon turned her on. She could feel her stomach heating a bit as her pussy started to get wet, staining her panties and as for Jungwon he was feeling the same, it was starting to get difficult trying to contain himself but the pressure in his pants drove his mind in a different direction.

Jungwon observed her every move, scanning her body up and down, when he finally realized she was not at all frightened by him but craving him, a grin slowly appeared on his lips. His other hand slipped down, lifting her skirt and grazing his finger against her clothed wet pussy causing her to let out a choked whimper and flinch at the sudden touch.” I’m fucking angry at you and all your thinking about is how my big dick would feel inside that pretty little pussy of yours, aren't you..? Fucking naughty girl..” He mumbled the last part under his breath but still loud enough to hear.

He released his grip from her neck, grabbing her wrist and dragging her down the hall and into his bedroom. “ J-Jungwon! W-What are you doing-!?” She asked as she stumbled behind Jungwon before he pushed her body onto the bed, climbing on top of her. “ What does it look like I’m doing, naughty girls like you who don’t fucking listen get punished.” He spat out before looking away to the side, his face getting heated up and a smile grew on his lips at the fact he was in this position with her was making him go insane but he also would never want to actually harm her, being a mean dominant was something he could do to a certain extent.

“ that’s.. alright though..right..?” he mumbled wanting to ask for consent before looking back at her, his hand softly grazing her waist. She smiled to herself, watching him for a second knowing and seeing how much he truly cared for her and liked her, she nodded her head and Jungwon smiled. His hands grabbed at her waist like he was hungry animal, his tight grip on her would definitely leave bruises, he leaned in as their lips crashed against one another so needily while their tongues danced in perfect harmony, their bodies moved in sync as they eagerly took off every article of clothing that was on each other's bodies and tossed them onto the ground.

Jungwon’s mind was racing at the speed of light, his lips traveled down from her lips onto the innocent nape of her neck, he took a moment before doing anything and took in her scent making him roll his eyes back and moan lowly to himself as he gripped tightly on her body like she was a golden prize and went down her body slowly taking in more of her scent as she squirmed under his touch, actively blushing, watching him go into a frenzy while getting a catch of her scent all along her body. She whined and tapped Jungwon to motion him to stop , growing more shy as she continued to watch him all over her body. He grabbed her hand roughly and pinned them above her head as he went back up to her neck, marking every centimeter and inch that was available with dark purplish-red hickeys. Y/N tilted her head back making room for the male as he bit all along her neck, making her slip out soft moans like he had written about before and rub her thighs together as the heat between her legs grew, with precum leaking from his tip, his mind and cock desired for more. He kissed down her body and kissed along her breast and frame down to her cunt. He kissed along her inner thighs and up onto her clit, his lips stuck themselves onto her clit as he licked and sucked on it while inserting two fingers causing her to let out a such a lewd moan at the sudden cold contact of his cold fingers on her pussy that quickly drove her mad, she wanted more.

“ J-Just fuck me already I can’t take this.” She breathed out between moans with bucked hips and her hands gripping onto his hair. Jungwon scoffed once again and nodded his head quickly “ Fuck, you don’t gotta tell me twice love” He replied as he sat up, situating himself, grabbing her hips, and aligning his tip at her entrance. His tip stroking her clit over and over again making her more aroused than she was before while her hole clenched around nothing, throwing his head back and moaning at the feeling of her. She looked up at him, biting her lower lip and watching him in admiration before he slid himself inside her finally making her gasp at this new feeling and stretching her out. He groaned, gripping her hips even tighter, throwing his head back feeling how her walls tightened and wrapped around his cock so perfectly, he stood for a second enjoying this feeling of pure ecstasy, feeling how his size made her so full. He let out soft breathy moans as she dug her nails into his biceps, wrapping her legs around his waist before letting out a relieved moan as he deepened himself inside her, stretching her out even more. She could feel how big he was inside her and it felt fucking amazing like no other.

He leaned forward, his body pressed against hers as he kissed her lips softly for a moment before hiding his face into the nape of her neck moaning into her skin. He could already feel his orgasm coming already at this point by the way her sweet, gummy walls kept tightening around his cock but he wanted more than just a quick fuck. He looked up into her face as her eyes shimmered with lust and from here he lost all control he was trying to maintain. His thrust became rough, deep, hard passionate and quite fast. His breathing changes in a matter of seconds as he starts to breathe heavily, only staying on her and keeping himself aware of how her body reacted to him. She threw her head back, her hands immediately grabbing at his hair pulling him close as her moans were spilling out of her mouth uncontrollably, her eyes shut tightly as she felt this big amount of pleasure inside her body the harder and faster he went.

“ J-Jungwon-! T-Too m-much!” She choked out and he shook his head, letting out a slight chuckle as he leaned in while one of his hands grabbed her throat and forced her to look at him. “ I-I say if it’s too much, okay? This is your punishment, stupid little girl..” He responded harshly through moans. He pulled out for a second before slamming himself back inside, her body started to shake as she arched her back and moaned louder. The sound of skin slapping and moans was the only thing you could hear on their apartment floor. His movements never stuttered for a second as he kept ramming himself into her harder and harder, especially when he found her spot he never slowed down in this moment as she practically screamed his name for the neighbors to hear.

She opened her eyes for a second and caught a glimpse of Jungwon with his hair sticking to his forehead and his body glistening from sweat while he grunted, his eyes that were glued to her, were only filled with pure infatuation and lust, drove her over the edge and that became evident to him. Watching her lose herself to him, made his orgasm quickly start approaching as well, his strokes became more sloppy as his moans turned into whines. He watched the way her pussy took in his cock, the way it disappeared deep inside her, seeing as his cock made a protruding bulge under her navel. He held her close and tight in his embrace as his orgasm hit him like a truck, finally emptying his load inside her as he groans loudly, she wrapped her arms around his body tightly and dug her nails into his skin as she came right after him onto his cock, her intense orgasm left her with her body shaking and gripping her arms around him tightly, tears steaming down her face as she buried her head into the nook of his neck with followed streams of cries, moans and cuss words.

He didn't even wait a second either one of them to catch their breath afterwards as his hands reached out, cupping her face and kissed her lips passionately, her eyes widened for a second at the sudden move but she interlocked her fingers into his hair and she connected her lips with his. The warmth traveled between their bodies as they kissed and he pumped himself inside her a few times, getting over their high before finally pulling out. She whimpered at the empty feeling inside her as her hole clenched around nothing. He tries catching his breath for a second before quickly grabbing a towel nearby and cleaning her body from the sweat that accumulated from the both of them and the cum that was pouring out of her cunt, He laid down next to her body, wrapping his arms around her and held her close to his body. He kissed her forehead softly, mumbling sweet nothings with every little kiss along her face, telling her how he loves her and how great she did, before landing another kiss on her lips, she smiled, kissing his lips back and rested her head on his chest.

“ I love you, Y/N.”

“ I love you too..”

Can you do another jungwon smut,with more nicknames eh.princess or whore and slut.

I'm so horny,he decks you in after you decide to disobey him over something simple leading to him forcing you to the bedroom where he edges you. xx Also happy 2024

What You Deserve

Pairing ... Yang Jungwon x F!Reader

Genre ... smut

Warnings ... Degrading such as calling the reader " dumb slut " and etc. Violence, Jungwon slaps the reader a few times, Edging, Use of Sex toys, Spanking, a little bit of fingering.. some fluff at the end <3

Wrd Count ...1k

You and Jungwon just got back from a very much-needed market run, the fridge was practically empty. The both of you were exhausted by this point in the day and were just itching to finally lay down in bed and just take a simple nap together. As the both of you walked in, you misstepped, tripping over Jungwon’s feet and landing on your knees. The bag of groceries in your hands went flying, sending the items inside scattered along the floor and some had broken, leaking onto the floor. You let out a gasp at the sound of impact, you heard Jungwon groan behind you which made you immediately turn your attention to him. He let out a laugh while rolling his eyes then his eyes fell and he looked down at you on the floor.

“ You are such a clumsy whore.” 

Those were the last words before Jungwon switched, and suddenly you were facing the wall and had a stinging pain in your cheek from the slap you just received from your boyfriend. You slowly faced back to your boyfriend with tears filling your eyes while your boyfriend looked at you with a cold stare. “ Well clean it up, what are you waiting for, dumb slut?” he crossed his arms over his chest and scoffed. You nodded your head immediately, stumbling off into the kitchen quickly to grab a bunch of napkins to clean up all the liquid that was spilling all over the floor from broken containers then you grabbed the other items that were not broken and still good, placing them into the refrigerator.

As you closed the fridge door, you turned to find your boyfriend leaning against the wall in front of you, arms crossed, the same cold and dark stare from before. You leaned your body softly against the fridge door and sighed. “ I’m sorry for causing such a mess, sir..” You spoke out, breaking the quiet air while looking down at the floor and fiddling with your fingers anxiously. He laughed at your sentence and the way your body was acting, clapping his hands together repeatedly as he continued to laugh. Normally you liked his laugh, it was like music to your ears, but in this circumstance, it was more nerve-wracking than anything not knowing what he was laughing about, you were about to find out though. “ You’re so cute princess.. Did you know that? I love it so much..” He said as his chuckles were slowly coming to a stop. “What’s cute?  What did I do that was so cute, Jungwon?..” You brought yourself up to finally look up at him in the eyes, he tilted his head to the side, his cute smile that formed on his lips and his eyes fluttered. “ The way you think I’m going to let you get away with this and no punishment.” He said as he grabbed your wrist and dragged you down the hallway while you began to whine, your feet trying to keep up with his pace as you stumbled behind him into the bedroom. 

He slammed the door behind you and then threw your body onto the bed, you scattered quickly to the headboard of the bed as if that would help avoid any kind of punishment. “ Don’t try to run from me whore, you deserve this.” He muttered under his breath, loud enough for you to hear as he grabbed your ankles and dragged you towards the end of the bed, laying you on top of his lap. He quickly pushed down your skirt and panties to your ankles with one hand and the other hand was forcefully on top of your back to keep you from squirming too much on him “ now you’re going to count for me with each spank, okay princess?” He whispered into your ear, kissing your ear lobe softly. You replied with a cry and a shaky yes, he took his hand that was on your back and wiped your tears away “ Don’t cry princess, I’m not going to hurt you.. At least not too hard..” He said, his voice sounding comforting until the last bit of course. 

You obeyed, he brought his hand to your ass and slapped it, each spank with a little bit more power than the last. You counted up to 20 when he suddenly stopped as he started to notice how you were starting to enjoy these spankings of his. He chuckled, he rubbed your ass gently with his hand as he watched you then suddenly you let out a moan at the sudden intrusion, feeling his fingers inside your hole. You squirmed around more kinda feeling embarrassed at how he found out, you bit your lip and tried to hold in your moans but that was failing miserably. He slapped your face again causing you to react, your mouth opening up and a louder moan from before escaping out. “ You’re such a fucking slut aren’t you, princess?” Jungwon said with another chuckle before quickly getting up and grabbing this dark maroon color box from under his bed, you looked over as he opened it up and a bunch of toys were presented to you, making your cheeks flush. He looked over at you and saw the color of your cheeks turn to a bright pink “ of course you would love this..” He said as he walked over to his desk and pulled out a chair next to the bed. You looked up at him confused and he motioned you to sit in it, you followed orders, sitting onto the chair and he smiled “Now you want to be a good girl?..” You nodded your head to his question and he shook his head, as he grabbed the rope, tying your legs and arms to the chair then grabbed the vibrator out of the box, rubbing lube onto it to make it easier for you a little before slowly sliding it into your wet pretty hole.

“ It’s a bit too late for that now.” He said as his tone shifted, sending a shiver down your spine. He went into his pocket and pressed a button, turning on the vibrator and causing your legs to squirm around while your hands grabbed at the rope tightly as moans spilled out your mouth the more the vibrator stayed on, rubbing violently against your walls, quickly sending you to the edge after a few minutes while Jungwon sat in front of you watching. He couldn’t lie and say he felt nothing because, in reality, his member was growing hard inside his pants watching you drool all over yourself as you were letting out all these lewd noises. He unbuttoned his pants and pushed them down to his knees as he used his fingers to spread out the precum that was coming out around his tip, making him groan and tilt his head back. He brought himself back however and focused back on you as his hand stroked his red throbbing cock, looking over at him and seeing Jungwon get off to you in such a state threw you more over the edge than you thought it would, you gasped loudly and arched your back off the chair while your legs started to shale as you felt your climax quickly approaching. Until, suddenly that amazing sensation inside you stopped. You opened your eyes that were tightly shut a minute ago from you waiting for your orgasm as you looked over at Jungwon who began to laugh while holding the remote in his hand. “ Aw, princess.. Did you really.. Fucking think..I was going to let you  cum? You really are a dumb little whore.” He shook his head as you sat there astonished, trying to catch your breath from cut-off orgasm, your cheeks grew red as you looked away from him.

“ I bet you’re feeling embarrassed huh princess.. Let me help with that,” he said as he put his pants back on, then came over to you took out the vibrator, and smiled. He took his finger, and inserted it inside before quickly taking it right back out. “ you’re so wet and from me? How sweet..” He commented as he leaned in, kissing your lips softly before untying your limbs from the chair. He picked up your body and took you to the bathtub 

“ let me clean you up.. That's what my little princess deserves atleast right? Especially since I didn’t let you cum today, I can give you this..”

I PROCRASTINATED SM ON THIS IM SO SORRY I WAS HAVING MAJOR WRITERS BLOCK, BUT I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS, THANK U SM HAPPY 2024 <33 !

most to least likely in enhypen to have a daddy kink? <3

Fatherless Behaviour: Enha Edition

Cw: Language, nsfw, +18, daddy kink, ddlg themes, edging, breeding kink

Now you're speaking my language

₊ ⊹ - Jay

If there's one thing that everyone in his life is certain of, its that Jay is wholeheartedly and irrevocably obsessed with caring for his girl. It came natural for him to refill your water bottles when you found yourself immersed in your study notes during odd hours of the day; the way he'd tuck your braids behind your ear when you were reading on the couch. It even manifested in him cooking for you, a routine that you both fell ceremoniously into the very moment you moved into his apartment.

You watch from your position by the counter as your boyfriend meticulously plates his obscenely artistic rendition of scallops and risotto. His brows are furrowed and his pert lips are clamped shut as he focuses on work. His exposed arms lend you the sinful view of your nail marks left from when he beant you over the second you arrived after work. Promising to eat you out after you both had an actual meal.

He's so incredibly in charge as he glides about the kitchen, and you only realize far too late that Jongseong was already placing your food in front of you while he stood at a safe distance on the other side of the island separating you both.

"Dinner's served, Princess- put the phone down yeah?" You click your phone off, feeling your stomach erupt into a swarm of moths, butterflies and every other winged creature that exists.

"You spoil me." You tease, suddenly feeling uninterested in eating anything that wasn't him.

"You deserve to be spoilt." He says with a light shrug, as he turns to busy himself with cleaning up. You don't ask if he's going to join you because he rarely ever does, always concerned with making sure you eat first.

"My friend's say you spoil me too much-" you look down at your food while innocently picking and prodding at your meal.

"Might as well call you 'Daddy', they said," a clash of dishes in the sink invite a flurry of coughs from Jongseong who raises his head. His eyebrow is quirked.

"Should I?" You ask, completely enamored with the way he leans back against the counter with his arms folded as if he were humoring you, "Should you what?"

"Call you that?"

"I dont suppose any human being would like to be called 'That'" Jongseong says, striding slowly towards you with his hands behind his back. "Be more specifc. What do you wanna call me-"

"I dont feel like having supper right now," your eyes crinkle with mischief, "Daddy." The second those words leave your mouth, solidifying a new web in your already intricate relationship, Jongseong stands behind you. His front is pressed against your back. You're almost in risk of slipping off the barstool but he has you- hand wrapped around your front, pulling you backwards until his cock is firmly pressed into your back, letting you know just how turned on he actually is.

You must not be in the mood to eat dinner since trouble is the only thing you apparently seek.

"Fuck dinner, since apparently you're concerned with something else." He lowers his face to your hair, rubbing his hand along your face like his most coveted possession. "Tell Daddy what else your friends say about us..."

₊ ⊹ - Sunghoon

It'd happen quite unceremoniously, quite surprisingly while Sunghoon is reclined against the headboard.

Reading.

Reading with his book in his one hand, while the other is splayed around you, fingering you to dangerous orgasm. Your legs are forced open by the invisible weight of his words alone, warning you of the consequences if you dared snap your legs shut while he's busy 'taking care of you,'

"S-Sunghoon, please..."

You should have cum 15 minutes ago, when you innocently asked your boyfriend for a little bit of attention away from his book. 5 chapters later and Sunghoon was still lazily rubbing at your clit, playing with your wetness while his brows furrowed as he followed along with the story.

Sunghoon snickered along with whatever he encountered in those inky pages while you lay in between his legs, utterly damaged. Your hips stuttered upwards as his long fingers swiped across your clit once more. A gasp wrenched itself from your throat.

"F-Fuck, D-Daddy I'm gonna cum-"

Its the first time his head snaps away from the book and he watches with wide eyes as you come undone on his fingers. He's far too enamoured to stop you, far too enamoured to keep you from slipping over the edge any longer. Sunghoon's face is absolute stone, his parted lips being the only indication that he's even slightly surprised.

"U-Uh, I'm sorry- it just sorta slipped out-" before you could ever even finish your sentence, Sunghoon is pushing you off his lap, discarding his book on the floor.

"Hoonie- what're you-"

"Getting rid of your birth control." He answers back robotcually.

"Didn't know you were trying to get pregnant but I'm down if you're down."

He flushes your birth control down the drain.

₊ ⊹ - Heeseung

Kink had been a revolving door of conversation between you and Heeseung since the very moment you had sex. It was not uncommon for you both to randomly bring up sexual topics with each other because you were still in the weird and sticky learning stage of your relationship. Heeseung was especially very vocal about the little things you did that drove his mind into sordid places. It was natural for him to randomly say, "Wait that was so hot," or "Fuck do that again," especially when you found yourself, as you currently were, beant over the kitchen counter.

Heeseung had expressed how attractive he found it when you engaged in domestic activities around the house so in actual fact, you should not be surprised that he had your tits pressed against the cold marble counter and your panties stuffed in your mouth because Heeseung loved how much of a slut it made you look for him. "This is such a pretty dress, baby-" Heeseung is absolutely insatiable as he fists your skirt over your ass, rutting into you like he couldn't bear to be apart from your body.

"The moment I saw you-" He's slurring his words together, so utterly caught in lust and you can feel his drool land on your ass. "The moment I saw you I knew I had be inside you, Princess-"

You'd never been particularly affected by nicknames at the best of sometimes, however, it was something about the way he said it -so natural and cute like he truly believed you were his little princess- that had your inhibitions melting away.

"F-Fuck Daddy-"

"Oh my god, I'm gonna cum-" Heeseung’s hand lands on your back, pressing you further down onto the counter as he cums prematurely inside you. "F-Fuck!" He huffs. "WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT!? WHERE DID YOU LEARN THAT-"

"Hee, I h-havent cum yet, please-"

He reaches his hand between your bodies, jerking himself off against your folds as he says, "call me daddy again and I'll be ready to fuck you in no time-"

₊ ⊹ - Jake

While not nearly as much of a ddlg indulger, Jake strikes me as the kind of insatiable boyfriend that constantly has his mind in the gutter. So anything you say, no matter how innocent or veiled in a joke it might seem to be, I feel like Jake would somehow find a way to bring the topic back to sex. Innocent Daddy namedrop included.

He's be laying on the bed tapping away at the screen of his phone utterly consumed by a mobile game and if you ask him whether he completed an errand you asked him to run for you, and he mumbles 'yes' and you immediately reply wiyh "Thanks Daddy,"- yeah, his mind is going to unsavoury places.

Jake would discard his phone to the side, and immediately start undoing the drawstring of his sweatpants.

"What is going on right now?" You'd ask as he pulls you onto his lap, immediately cupping your breasts in his palms with his face buried in your neck.

"Daddy huh?"

"U-Um" He'd force your hips to start moving against his lap, all while whining, "You can't just say stuff like that..."

₊ ⊹ - Sunoo

You'd have to catch him in the height of an orgasm in order to get any sort of reaction from it. "Oh my god, Im gonna cum," while he's jerking himself off to your tits, and you sinisterly mumble, "Just like that, Daddy-" hed cum on the spot, but only because you're really hot, DEFINITELY not because you elevating him to a posution of sexual power had any wffect on him. He would be sulky immediately after lile, "Why would you say that!?"

"Why did you cum from it, Kim Sunoo."

Otherwise, I don't imagine that's his vibe. He gets to call you baby, but he does NOT wanna be called Daddy half the time.

₊ ⊹ - Jungwon

He feels like a weird in-between. He'd choke on his water if you whispered, 'Thanks Daddy,' in his ear at one of the team Dinner's but I can imagine him being just as turned on by you calling him baby too.

He falls apart later on when you're both together, alone. Kissing up the side of your neck while he needlessly mumbles, "Call me that again, please?" More wet kisses. "Call me daddy again?"

BAD CHEM

The studio was a hub of activity, with flashes from the camera and the hum of conversation filling the air. You were in the middle of a high-profile photoshoot for a campaign, and though the day had been long, there was a noticeable buzz of excitement around you.

Jake, dressed in a crisp white jacket, was leaning casually against a wall, quietly observing you. He wasn’t part of the shoot—he was just there to support you, and his presence was a comforting anchor amidst the whirlwind of the day.

During a brief break, you took a moment to address the camera for the behind-the-scenes footage. You flashed a playful smile as you spoke, knowing that Jake was watching from the sidelines.

“So, I made Jake wear this white jacket today because I wanted to see all the edits of him in Bad Chem,” you said with a chuckle. “I know the fans are going to go wild.”

Jake’s eyes sparkled with amusement as he watched you speak. He couldn’t help but giggle softly at your enthusiasm. When the camera panned over to him, he gave a small wave, his smile growing wider.

“You think they’ll actually make edits?” he asked, walking over to where you were standing by the monitor. His tone was light and teasing, but there was a genuine curiosity in his eyes.

“Absolutely,” you replied, scrolling through the photos on the monitor. “They love seeing you, especially when you’re just casually supporting me.”

Jake leaned closer, his arm brushing lightly against yours as he glanced at the screen. “You know, I’m starting to think you’re using me for your own fan service.”

You laughed softly, shaking your head. “Oh, please. I’m just taking advantage of having a cute boyfriend who looks great in a white jacket.”

He raised an eyebrow playfully. “Cute, huh?”

“Definitely,” you said, meeting his gaze with a soft smile. “But seriously, thank you for being here. It means a lot.”

Jake’s expression softened, and he took a step closer, resting his hand gently on your back. “I wouldn’t miss it. I like seeing you do what you love.”

The background music in the studio shifted to a familiar rhythm adding a fun touch to the moment. Jake’s fingers lightly traced the edge of your jacket, and he leaned in closer, his breath warm against your ear.

“I didn’t expect this song to play,” he said softly. “But it’s kind of perfect.”

You nodded, feeling the song’s beat align with the rhythm of your heartbeat. “Yeah, it really is. Especially with you here.”

Jake’s smile grew, and he gently placed a kiss on the top of your head. “You’re doing amazing, baby.”

You closed your eyes for a moment, savoring the comfort of his touch and the sincerity of his words. When you opened them again, you looked up at him, a soft smile on your lips.

“Thanks, Jake. I really needed that,” you said, your voice filled with appreciation.

He gave you a warm smile, his hand still resting on your back. “Anytime. And I’m looking forward to seeing those fan edits. Maybe they’ll make me look as good as you do.”

You laughed softly, feeling a renewed burst of energy. “Alright, let’s finish up this shoot. I’ll need you to stick around for the final shots.”

Jake nodded, giving you an encouraging squeeze on the waist. “I’m right here, cheering you on.”

With Jake by your side and the rhythm of the song in the background, you felt ready to tackle the rest of the day’s work. His presence was a reminder that even in the busiest moments, you weren’t alone.

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summary Getting stuck in a mystery world with all your ex crush and the boy of your dreams aka your current crush

pairing enhypen x reader

genre Romance

warnings none for this chapter

word count 0.3k

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You woke up cuz you wanted to drink water after having a scary nightmare so you opened your bedroom door , you were half asleep but you needed to stay hydrated. You went downstairs and drank a glass of water and came back upstairs but when you opened your bedroom door, you entered an unfamiliar place , a forest to be exact. But how ?

You pinched your cheek and winced because of the sudden pain in your cheek. And now you were sure that you weren't dreaming but how can a person teleport to a random place ? What the hell is happening? You started to panic like crazy , you started to search for the door from which you entered this mystery place.

" Y/n ? " Someone called your name , you turned and saw 7 familiar faces, you saw seven boys , luckily you knew them very well but you weren't actually that happy to see them.

How did you end up here? Will you be able to go back home ? Are these 7 familiar faces going to be any help? How did they end up here ?

So many questions came to your mind.

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summary Getting stuck in a mystery world with all your ex crush and the boy of your dreams aka your current crush

pairing enhypen x reader

genre romance

warnings none for this chapter

Chapter 1 : Decelis High

Your neighbourhood was filled with old grumpy couples so you never really had anyone to play with . Yes , you did have friends in school but they lived miles away from your house nor did you have any siblings.

But then he entered your lonely childhood.

Kim Sunoo.

When you first came to know that a boy of your age had recently shifted to your neighbourhood, you were overjoyed.

After begging your mother for hours, she finally took off time from her job and invited Sunoo's family over. But that day you were not able to gather enough confidence to go and talk to him.

Sunoo was a bubbly boy, always giggling and smilling, and you were rather shy. So Sunoo was the one who started the conversation.

"What's your favourite fruit?" An unexpected question for you.

"I like mangoes"

And that was the start of your unexpected friendship. He even begged his parents to enroll him in the same school as you.

Once when you both were playing in the park, you fell down and got hurt. Sunoo got so worried that he tried to carry you back home, which was unsuccessful. So he went back home alone and called your parents, so that they could carry you and bring you home.

Sunoo got really sick in 6th grade, so you thought that you would make some soup for him. You did make soup for him but unfortunately you gave a little too much salt in the soup, which made it taste like salty water. But Sunoo still drank it for you. Only for you.

You two were inseparable.

He was like your other half.

If you were happy, he was happy.

If you were sad, he was too.

Growing up, you became really fond of Sunoo, he was your best friend afterall.

You two were so close that the people in your neighbourhood thought that you both eventually fall in love and get married in the future.

Even you started imagining about marrying him in the future, because you were falling in love, at first you didn't realise it, you were too young but then in 7th grade something inside you snapped when you saw Sunoo sitting with another girl during lunch, and you realised that you had a minor crush on this bubbly guy .

You told about this to your mother but she just giggled.

When you turned into a teen in 8th grade, puberty started to kick in. You wanted Sunoo to like you the way you liked him

But then your father suddenly decided to change your school and Sunoo's parents bought a house a little too far from your house.

You and Sunoo got separated.

And you thought that the love that you had for him would forever be one-sided.

Decelis High School, one of the best schools in Seoul.

When you first entered the school, it felt like you entered a very expensive 5 star hotel. Everything was so well kept. All the students looked like supermodels. The Students did everything so elegantly. The way they dressed up, the way they did their hair, even the way they drank water, everything was just so perfect and elegant.

You started to search your class.

8A.

Where could it be?

You finally found it after a lot of searching.

You sighed and entered the classroom.

You tried not to make eye contact with your new classmates and sat at an empty desk in the corner.

Soon , your homeroom teacher entered the class , he was an old scary looking man. As soon as he entered, the whole class went quiet, not a single person dared to talk. You soon found out that Mr. Kim, your homeroom teacher was a pretty strict teacher, everyone was scared of him. Tough luck ig.

Mr. Kim asked the new students to introduce themselves and you HATED it. Your social anxiety was taking over you. Your heart was racing like crazy. But you gathered up enough courage and stood up. You greeted ur teacher and told him his name. You tried to act all cool but your anxiety was eating you up from inside, Mr. Kim asked you a few things and then you sat down. Finally that was done.

The rest of the day went pretty smoothly , you made a few new friends and got kinda used to your classmates but then there was this one boy , who caught your eye. Park Jong-seong, Park Jay for short, one of the popular guys who had girls swooning over him. I mean he had it all, looks, body, height, talent, and brain. You couldn't help but feel drawn to him. But you stopped yourself, you can't just fall for a guy on the first day. You needed to be extra careful now.

Little did you know that this guy, Jay ain't gonna let you live in peace.

A pretty short chapter but this is the first chap. I promise the others will be longer !!

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