ikeu05

[ikeu05]

Hihihihi, I love your writing so much it's not even funny. I just saw the drabble event post, congratulations on 600! 😋.

Scenario prompt 11 + dialogue prompt 9,6 with Heeseung or Riki please?

TELL ME WHY ✮ IT'S DIFFERENT WITH YOU

𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 。 where your work rival defends your honour when it gets too much

prompt list ✸ heeseung x fem! reader 2k fluff angst coworkers! au rivals! au ୨୧ yn has meanie coworkers :< mentions of yn spiraling/almost having a breakdown

nessie 🗯️ chose heeseung cause idk he fits this better?? and i personally LOVE office romance heheh it's so cute when it's done properly so i immediately thought of that when i saw ur request!!! thank u for requesting anon and i'm so glad u like my writing HEHHEHHEE ily :3

yn and heeseung had a reputation in the office—a very specific one.

ask anyone in their department and they’d tell you, without hesitation, that the two of them could barely stand each other. the banter, the constant one-upmanship, the thinly veiled digs—it all pointed to a mutual dislike that had somehow become part of the firm’s daily entertainment.

the truth? it all started with a very bad day.

two months into yn’s joining the company, she’d been rushing back from a client lunch meeting, juggling her phone, a takeaway coffee, and the paper bag holding her own lunch. the elevator had stopped on the eighth floor, and out had stepped heeseung—sharp suit, phone pressed to his ear, brow furrowed. the doors were closing when she stumbled forward, bumping into him and sending the contents of her lunch splattering across his perfectly pressed white shirt and expensive tie.

he’d stared at her like she’d committed some sort of capital crime. she’d apologised—profusely, even—but he’d still spent the next week making snide comments every time she passed his desk.

“careful, yn. don’t let the coffee touch me, i’m allergic to caffeine."

“oh look, it’s the office klutz. should i get my dry-cleaning guy on standby?”

by friday, she’d had enough and she fired back with her own jab about him being too uptight for his own good. that sparked something—something neither of them admitted but everyone noticed.

from there, their relationship morphed into a competition over everything. who could close more sales in a month. who could land the most high-profile client. who could present without glancing at their notes. they started betting on outcomes—lunch, coffee, small amounts of cash, even petty dares.

it became such a constant part of office life that coworkers started using them as a litmus test for the day’s mood: if yn and heeseung were unusually quiet, something was off.

heeseung fully believed they disliked each other. and why wouldn’t he? she rolled her eyes at him more than anyone else, mocked his sulking whenever he lost, and sometimes walked right past him without so much as a “good morning.”

what he didn’t know was that yn liked him.

maybe it had started somewhere between all those stupid arguments and late-night project deadlines. or maybe it was in the way he’d sulk—like a child—when she beat him in a client pitch, arms crossed, mouth set in a pout that didn’t match his usually confident demeanor. she couldn’t help but find it… endearing.

she liked that he only ever saw her in the office. it made those moments theirs alone, untouched by the rest of the world. she liked that, no matter how much they bickered, he always came to her desk first thing in the morning—not to say hello, but to brag about something new. landing a client, beating his personal best in a workout, even finding a better lunch spot than hers. she’d roll her eyes, call him insufferable, but she’d listen every time.

and she liked—more than she’d admit—that he was almost always the last person she saw before she left work. on rainy evenings, when she inevitably forgot an umbrella, he’d appear beside her in the lobby with his own, thrusting it into her hands.

“you’re hopeless,” he’d grumble, avoiding her eyes. “do you want to catch pneumonia?”

she’d smile despite herself. “thanks, dad.”

he’d scoff, mutter something under his breath, and walk off into the rain without it.

heeseung didn’t see it for what it was. to him, this was just their strange, antagonistic rhythm. but to yn… it was something more. something that lived between the words they didn’t say, between the competition and the teasing and the little acts of care he didn’t even realize he was giving her.

and maybe—just maybe—she liked him enough to want to win more than just their bets.

the day had been moving too quickly for yn to catch her breath. from the moment she stepped into the office that morning, it was like her brain had been operating on a two-second delay—sluggish, fogged, unable to process things as fast as she usually could. every conversation felt like it was happening a little too fast, every request hitting her before she could fully register the last one.

it was inconvenient enough on a normal day, but when her boss approached her desk just before mid-morning with a thick, high-profile case file clutched in his hands, it became a nightmare.

“this one needs to be done before lunch,” he said, his tone clipped but trusting. “i’m giving it to you because you’ve had the best sales record this month.”

she had managed a small smile, but over the partition, she could already see heeseung’s head lift from his computer screen, his brows pulling together as his gaze flicked between her and the file. even without words, she could read the sulk all over his face—he hated losing out on anything, and he’d clearly been gunning for the next big assignment.

still, there was no time to dwell.

by 11 a.m., she had relocated to the conference room, her blazer draped over a chair, sleeves rolled up as she combed through the mountain of documents. the long table was littered with reports, color-coded post-its, printouts, and notes she’d scribbled hastily. she was moving paper around like it might help her find clarity, but the truth was she was barely keeping up. she couldn’t even remember which pile belonged to which subcase anymore.

outside, beyond the glass walls of the conference room, the bullpen buzzed with casual chatter and the clacking of keyboards. but over time, she began to notice something else—subdued snickering, glances toward the room that weren’t exactly kind.

it wasn’t unusual for people to watch her work—being one of the firm’s top salespeople made her an easy target for admiration and jealousy—but today the glances weren’t neutral. they were sharp, mean.

she didn’t know exactly what they were saying until it happened.

one of the junior associates leaned against the conference room table from the outside, their hip pressing against the side where the office phone was docked. the motion must have hit the line’s “speaker” button, because suddenly, the phone in front of her lit up and rang. automatically—out of habit—she picked it up.

and froze.

through the receiver came their voices, unfiltered and unknowing.

“she’s always so confident, but she can’t even handle one urgent file without falling apart.”

“i know, right? she acts like she’s the only one who can close deals, but half the time she’s scrambling like this.”

“boss only likes her because she’s his favorite. if it were anyone else, they’d have help.”

her cheeks flushed hot immediately, embarrassment clawing up her throat. her fingers tightened on the phone, her lips parting to say something, but no words came. her eyes blurred, and before she could stop it, tears welled—part exhaustion, part humiliation, and part sheer overwhelm from the day’s chaos.

and then—cutting through their petty voices—came another voice.

“what are you guys talking about?”

her breath caught. heeseung.

her heart thudded heavily. of course. of course he’d join in. of course he’d see this as another opportunity to take a jab, to prove he was the better one, to confirm what they were saying.

but the next words that came through the line stunned her so much she almost dropped the phone.

“do you hear yourselves? you sound pathetic,” he said sharply. “you’re sitting out here mocking someone who’s doing an assignment you couldn’t do. she got that case because she earned it, because she’s the best this month, and you’re sitting here making comments like high schoolers.”

there was a stunned silence on the other end. someone tried to mumble something, but heeseung cut them off.

“no. i don’t care what your excuse is. this isn’t banter. this is degrading a colleague for no reason other than your own insecurity. and if i hear this kind of crap again, i will take it to the higher-ups. trust me, they won’t think it’s as funny as you do.”

yn sat frozen, her tears now pooling for a completely different reason. the way he said it—so sure, so unflinching—made her chest feel tight.

in the bullpen, she could just barely see him through the glass, standing with his arms crossed, his gaze leveled like a challenge. the people around him shifted uncomfortably, their smirks gone.

then, as if he knew she was looking, his eyes flicked toward the conference room. for a split second, his expression softened—just barely—before he turned and walked back to his desk without another word.

she stared after him, the phone still pressed to her ear, her heartbeat loud in the silence of the room. she didn’t know what had surprised her more: the fact that he’d defended her… or the fact that he’d sounded like he genuinely meant every word.

she barely focused after that, not that she’d been fully attentive the whole day anyway. her mind had been wandering, replaying the short exchanges, the stolen glances, and the way her heart had stumbled when she overheard him defending her earlier. it clung to her like a secret warmth in her chest, distracting her every time she tried to read a sentence or type a line in her report. by the time she reached the last paragraph, her pen felt heavy in her hand, but her pulse was annoyingly light—fluttery and quick whenever she thought of him.

when she finally handed the report in, she didn’t even bother pretending to busy herself with something else. her feet seemed to know where they wanted to go before her brain caught up, carrying her across the office in a direct line toward heeseung’s desk. 

he was leaning back in his chair, scrolling through something on his laptop, one hand lazily resting on the desk, the other drumming his fingers against his leg. he looked calm, collected—the perfect picture of someone who hadn’t been racing against deadlines all day. she knew better though; she could see the faint tiredness at the corners of his eyes.

she stopped just in front of his desk, resting her hip against the edge. “still upset about not getting the client?” she asked, her voice soft and teasing, laced with that barely-there lilt that could have been mistaken for genuine concern if not for the sparkle in her eyes.

the question made him glance up sharply, his lips twitching in the barest hint of amusement. for a split second, it almost looked like he was going to blush—just a faint heat threatening to rise in his cheeks—but he smoothed it over effortlessly, leaning forward on his elbows.

“upset?” he let out a quiet scoff, tilting his head at her. “not at all. why, were you hoping i’d be sulking so you could cheer me up?”

she rolled her eyes but couldn’t help the grin that curved her mouth, and the way he caught it made her cheeks warm. “you're infuriating. i meant it.”

he didn’t miss a beat. “then stop smiling everytime you see me and i'll believe you.”

the retort landed exactly where he intended—sharp enough to make her momentarily lose her composure, but gentle enough to leave her a little flustered. she tried to bite back a laugh, shaking her head. “you’re impossible,” she muttered, though she was still smiling.

he only leaned back again, satisfied, like he’d won something she wasn’t even aware they were competing over.

what she didn’t say—what she had no intention of saying—was that she knew how he had defended her earlier in the day. she’d overheard snippets from across the office, caught the tone in his voice when he shut down someone’s snide remark about her work. she had tucked that away in a quiet corner of her mind, choosing not to bring it up.

it was hers to keep, something she could let sit unspoken, something that would make her fall for him just a little more every time she thought about it.

and from the way his gaze lingered on her as she walked away, maybe he had his own reasons for not saying everything out loud either.

ikeu05, 2025

[ikeu05]

i used to be doing anything on this account....

top 5 idols i will always find absolutely adorable

rules: lmao just five kpop idols you wish you could hug and squish cheeks

1. THE BOYZ JI CHANGMIN (Q)

when i say he’s cute, i MEAN SO FUCKING ADORABLE. idk it’s just something about EVERYTHING he does it’s so cute i love it. also the way he speaks and he’s so naive it hurts.

2. TREASURE KIM JUNKYU

probably one of the reasons i got into treasure (and jihoon lmao). but just everything he does is so ???? baby ?????? like he’ll just go aNnYeOnGhAsEyO and the nation’s like THATS MY CHILD I HAVE TO PROTECT. even the way he speaks just-  💔 💔 💔

3. TREASURE TAKATA MASHIHO

do i need to say anything?? no because if you don’t find him cute, i literally do not understand how-

4. SEVENTEEN KWON SOONYOUNG (HOSHI)

seriously i mean just look at him. the cheeks, the smile, the flair I LOVE IT. you cannot nOT like him. he’s just too lovable. also his whole horangi agenda CUTE.

5. EXO BYUN BAEKHYUN

you’ve gotta believe when i say i would DIE FOR THIS MAN. seriously he’s just so childlike and just never ages??? like with his looks as well. he literally looked like that WHEN HE DEBUTED 8 YEARS AGO. it’s crazy how childlike he is i love him.

HONORABLE MENTIONS

cix seunghun

iz*one hitomi

g idle shuhua

enhypen jake

enhypen sunoo

txt soobin

nct jungwoo

nct chenle

nct jeno

loona chuu

weeekly jihan

tagging: @hard-life-of-a-multi-stan​ @jakeysim​ @juyeonzz​ @flirtyhyuck​ @ichigofelix​ @engenuity​ pls don’t let this flop hahahhahah thanks

[ikeu05]

i love jake

AUSSIE B4BY

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[ikeu05]

highlighted the prompts that i will be taking requests for !!! please DO NOT request for any of the unhighlighted prompts. will be closing the prompt requests on monday 25th august, 2025.

i would like to thank everyone who participated with a warm kissie i love y'all and i will def have more prompt writings in the future <3

ikeu05's 600 hit girl drabble event!

we hit 600 .... ? WHATTT i swear it was like 50 yesterday??? istg im starting to think u guys actually like me ..... stop ittttt :p but seriously, i cannot thank all 600 of you enough :( i started this whole writing thing as a hobby but knowing there are six fucking hundred people who like what i write and post mean THE WORLD i love y'all <3

which is whyyyy i will be having a prompt list event :D i've been wanting to do this forever, back when i used to not even write HAHAHAHHA but i can FINALLY do this yipee yippeee!!1!!11!1!!!

rules ! ౨ৎ

01. can request how many ever times u want but there will be a deadline :( which shall be announced later

02. i will obviously take some time to actually do these prompts so please be patient with me <3

03. i only write for enhypen !!!! and i have decided to not go smutty :3 suggestive is the most i can do so please request accordingly (smut = no sex scenes, implication of it might be mentioned so please read accordingly)

04. can mix prompts up but only a total of 2!

05. word count won't be anywhere above 5k (hopefully i stick to this...)

05. example of sending in an ask:

dialogue prompt 25 + scenario prompt 15 + jake + (additional/specific details like if you want to include a pet or something you like to make it more personal!!!!)

dialogue prompts ! ౨ৎ

“are you going to make me say it…"

"who did this to you."

"please don't leave me alone,"

“we can skip the fancy wedding if it’s too much. i just want to marry you.”

“you only call me when you need something.” “because you always answer.”

“i hate how much i want to kiss you.”

“tell me honestly—have you ever thought about kissing me?”

“i hate that you’re always right.” “good. keep hating me. It turns you on.”

“you're infuriating. i mean it.” “stop smiling every time you see me and i'll believe you.”

"have you been crying?"

“you’re not getting cold feet, are you?” “no. i just didn’t want to walk down the aisle angry.”

"touch them and you're dead."

“you’ve been sleeping in my bed more than yours lately.”

"i thought you knew."

“i love you. that hasn’t changed. even if we’re both hurting."

scenario prompts ! ౨ৎ

A gives B dating advice—and slowly realises A hates seeing B date someone else.

A kisses B in the dark during a game, not realising it's them.

A is stressed about wedding planning, B calms them down.

A hears B muttering their name in their sleep.

an argument ends with their lips too close—neither of them moves.

mistaken identity—A thinks B is their blind date, but still stays.

A cleans up B's wounds despite them arguing everyday.

silent treatment after a rough argument A finally breaks but B is still stubborn.

A plans a surprise, but B mistakenly thinks they’re being cheated on.

road trip with friends, with no signal and only one bed in the remaining room.

A overhears B defending them when they thought they hated them.

they sleep facing away from each other for the first time in months.

A is asleep in the same bed and B whispers an "i love you".

they get into a massive fight before attending a friend’s wedding — and have to pretend everything is fine.

A gets drunk and confesses to B, who is in a relationship already.

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©️ ikeu05, 2025

[ikeu05]

Hihihihihi, I am your new followers and I think the day I followed you hit the 600. I’m so happy to be part of your journey. I really love Shai series.

If possible can you do for Sunghoon, 3. "please don't leave me alone," and 16. ‘A gets drunk and confesses to B, who is in a relationship already.’

Puchis and hugs

AND NOW I'M STILL ✮ HANGING ON

𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 。 where you cannot fall out of love with your best friend, and he seems to be in the same position

prompt list ✸ sunghoon x fem! reader 2.5k angst best friends! au right person, wrong time! trope ୨୧ mentions of alcohol, thoughts of cheating jake mini feature

nessie 🗯️ idk why this man is always linked to infidelity in my works i SWEAR i don't see him as a cheater but idk, he's always involved somehow BUTTT i love this :D lowk wanna write a second part?? lemme know if yall want one hehehe thank u sm for requesting anon, puchis and hugs to u too :3

yn had been with jake for six months now—half a year of laughter, movie nights, shared playlists, and the warm comfort of being able to call him hers. to anyone on the outside, it looked like the perfect love story: two friends who had known each other for a year, slowly drawn together until the line between friendship and romance blurred beyond recognition.

what nobody knew—not even jake—was that her heart had been spoken for long before he ever came into her life.

for five years, sunghoon had been her best friend. he was the constant in her chaos, the person she called when the world felt too heavy, the one who could read her silences better than anyone else could read her words. they had their own language—inside jokes and half-finished sentences that still made perfect sense. to others, they looked like the sort of pair who might one day end up together. and truthfully, yn had wanted that. she’d wanted it so much it hurt.

she had fallen for him quietly, almost accidentally. it wasn’t the dramatic kind of love you read about in novels, but something gradual, like rain soaking into the earth. there was no single moment she could point to and say, that’s when it happened. it was a million small ones—the way he listened when she rambled, how his hand would linger on her shoulder just a second longer than necessary, the way his laugh could smooth out the rough edges of her worst days.

but she knew sunghoon never saw her that way. not once. he valued her, cherished her, maybe even loved her in his own platonic way—but never in the way she had hoped. every time she dared to believe there was something more, reality would remind her that his heart was elsewhere, or worse, unavailable entirely.

so she did what she thought was the only thing she could do: she buried it. she told herself that what they had was enough, that being his best friend was better than not having him at all. and when jake came along—warm, funny, patient jake—it felt like the universe was telling her to move on.

at first, even jake had been cautious about how close she was with sunghoon. the way they bantered, the easy way they leaned into each other—it was enough to make anyone question. but yn had reassured him, smiling as she said, “we’re just friends, jake. that’s all it’s ever been.” and in a way, she wasn’t lying. she never told jake about the late nights she’d spent staring at her phone, wondering if sunghoon was thinking about her too. she never admitted how her heart still skipped a beat whenever sunghoon’s name lit up her screen.

because why would she? sunghoon never reciprocated. nothing would ever happen. she was with jake now, and jake was good to her—so good it made her feel guilty sometimes.

but no matter how much she tried to ignore it, that lingering ache in her chest never really went away. it was quieter now, buried under new memories and a different kind of love, but it was still there. the kind of love that doesn’t fade just because you tell it to.

and though yn didn’t dare say it out loud, she knew the truth. she loved jake. she really did. but she was still in love with sunghoon.

the party was loud in the way all mutual friends’ gatherings were—music thumping through the walls, conversations bleeding into one another, the smell of pizza and something suspiciously stronger than soda lingering in the air. yn had been flitting between groups all night, catching up with people she hadn’t seen in weeks, and somehow—inevitably—she’d ended up next to sunghoon.

they weren’t doing anything out of the ordinary. just talking, leaning into each other so they could hear over the noise, laughing at something that wasn’t even all that funny. but from across the room, jake saw it.

jake never said anything about it—not directly. he’d never once looked her in the eye and said, “it makes me uncomfortable when you’re with him.” he didn’t want to be the insecure boyfriend, didn’t want to put her in a position where she felt like she had to choose. but he couldn’t stop the way it showed. the way his arm would slip a little tighter around her waist when he joined their conversation. the way his hand would stay anchored on her thigh longer than necessary when they sat down. the way he’d kiss her cheek in the middle of her talking to sunghoon, smiling like it was casual when it was anything but.

and tonight, it was worse.

sunghoon noticed—it was impossible for him not to. he always noticed when it came to her. the small twitch in jake’s jaw when she laughed too hard at something sunghoon said. the way jake angled his body slightly, just enough to close the gap between him and yn, a silent declaration that she was taken.

it would’ve been funny, maybe, if sunghoon didn’t feel the sting of it himself.

because the truth—the thing he’d never said to anyone—was that he had been in love with her for just as long as she had been in love with him. longer, maybe. he just… hadn’t known what to do with it.

when she first started to mean more to him than “best friend,” he told himself it was a phase. that it was just the comfort of their friendship making him think it was something more. but the feeling never left. it grew. it deepened. it turned into a constant low hum in his chest, like background music he couldn’t turn off.

he wanted her. not as his best friend, not as someone he occasionally hugged or teased or leaned on when life got heavy—he wanted to be able to call her his. to kiss her without wondering if it meant too much. to hug her without pretending it was casual. to love her openly, without hiding it behind jokes and long looks when she wasn’t paying attention.

but timing was cruel.

every time he’d thought about confessing—every time he’d almost done it—something had stopped him. sometimes it was fear: fear of ruining what they already had, fear of hearing her say she didn’t feel the same. other times it was circumstance: she was dealing with something, or he was, or life had simply gotten in the way.

and then, one day, she was with jake.

sunghoon couldn’t hate jake—he wasn’t that kind of person, and jake wasn’t the kind of guy you could dislike easily. he was kind, genuine, and he clearly cared for her. but every time sunghoon saw them together, something twisted in his chest. he’d watch jake kiss her temple or hold her hand, and all he could think was, that could’ve been me. if i’d just said something sooner.

now, standing here at the party, watching jake loop an arm around yn’s shoulders while she and sunghoon were mid-laugh, the feeling burned hotter than usual.

yn, oblivious to the undercurrent between them, just smiled and leaned into jake’s touch, still talking to sunghoon like nothing had shifted. but sunghoon’s eyes flicked to jake’s for a split second, catching the way his grip tightened, the subtle challenge in his gaze.

it was all unspoken—always unspoken.

sunghoon hadn’t planned on staying long at the party—he rarely did anymore. six months ago, maybe, but now it was different. he’d told himself he’d just have a drink or two, catch up with a couple of friends, and take the last subway home before things got too loud, too crowded, too dangerous for his thoughts.

but the problem with plans was that they only worked if you wanted them to.

now, hours later, he was swaying slightly in the kitchen, the dim light buzzing faintly above him. music thudded in the background from the living room, a little muffled by the walls, but still loud enough to feel in his chest. he was kneeling beside an old wooden crate half-filled with empty beer bottles, lazily rummaging through them as though he’d find one miraculously full. his head felt heavy, thoughts crashing into each other with no clear start or end.

he thought he’d been over it. god, he’d convinced himself he was over it.

it had been six months—half a year of biting his tongue, of keeping his hands to himself, of watching her laugh in someone else’s arms. half a year of telling himself that she was happy, that she didn’t need him in that way, that he could still be the best friend she trusted without letting it break him.

but here he was, drunk and dizzy, and she was still in his head. still the only person his mind seemed capable of circling back to, no matter how far he tried to wander.

usually, he was good at controlling his feelings. he’d mastered the art of swallowing confessions before they could escape, of channeling his love into acts that could pass as friendly. but right now, with alcohol loosening the knots in his restraint, he could feel the edges of that control fraying.

he needed to pass out. that was the only safe option. pass out before he said something stupid—before he told her that he loved her, before he ruined everything.

and then, fate intervened.

the kitchen door creaked open, and there she was. yn. her brows knit the second her gaze landed on him, crouched on the floor like some half-broken thing. she crossed the room without hesitation, dropping into a crouch beside him.

“hoon?” she murmured, her voice low, laced with concern. “are you okay?”

her hand landed gently on his back, warm even through the fabric of his shirt, rubbing in slow circles like she was trying to soothe him.

his heart stuttered at the sound of her voice, that stupidly sweet voice that had always been his undoing. the kind that made him feel like she actually cared—like every word was meant for him and no one else.

and when her palm pressed a little firmer against his back, when her thumb traced a small arc over his shoulder blade, he nearly shivered. the alcohol in his system blurred the boundary between thought and impulse, and for one dangerous second, he imagined leaning back into her hand, imagined how her skin would feel against his without the barrier of clothing. the thought made his breath hitch.

he lifted his head, and their eyes met.

god, those eyes. big, soft, doe-like—eyes that had ruined him years ago. eyes that made him feel seen and wanted, even when he knew better.

she held his gaze with that quiet, unshakable patience that was so her, and for a second, it was like the rest of the party didn’t exist. no music, no chatter—just her, looking at him like he was worth worrying about.

he opened his mouth to say something else—maybe to tell her he was fine, maybe to make some dumb joke to deflect the way his pulse was racing. but then it slipped out, unfiltered and unplanned.

“i love you.”

yn’s body froze like someone had flipped a switch inside her.

the warmth in her hands bled away so fast it almost hurt, leaving her palms cold against the cotton of his shirt. her mind went utterly blank—no, not blank, just numb—like every thought she’d been holding onto slipped away, leaving her with nothing but the echo of his voice in her head.

her lips parted before she could even think about what to say, her tongue catching on the single syllable that wanted to leave her—hoon. she almost said his name, almost let it out like a reflex, but at the last second she swallowed it. her knees straightened as she stood up, needing distance, needing space, needing to process.

but she didn’t get far.

before she could take even a step back, his hand shot out. his fingers wrapped clumsily but firmly around her wrist, not hard enough to hurt but enough to stop her in her tracks.

“please don't leave me alone,” he mumbled, the words low and shaky.

it was a plea, not a demand. a threadbare rope thrown from somewhere deep in his chest.

and when she looked down—god, she really, really wished she hadn’t.

sunghoon’s face was pale, his complexion flushed in uneven patches that could’ve been from the alcohol… or maybe from the fact that he’d just dropped a confession he’d kept buried for years. his lips were slightly parted, his breath uneven, and his fingers trembled faintly against her skin like he was terrified she might pull away.

but his eyes.

his eyes were her undoing.

those same eyes she’d always thought she could drown in—deep, dark, and framed by lashes that made them look even more intense. tonight, they weren’t guarded like usual. they weren’t teasing, or indifferent, or cool. they were wide and unshielded, pupils blown so large she could barely see the ring of brown around them.

and in them, she saw it all.

the fear. the vulnerability. the kind of love that didn’t need words because it was bleeding from every unsteady breath he took. he looked lost—like he’d just thrown himself into an ocean and didn’t know if she’d pull him out or let him drown. but beneath that, woven so tightly into the panic that it almost hurt to see, was devotion.

love.

the exact kind she had dreamed of seeing in his eyes for years.

her heart plummeted to the pit of her stomach so fast she almost felt sick. because it was too late. it was so, so late.

“i… i have to leave,” she managed to whisper, the words tasting like ash on her tongue. “i need air.”

she tried to ease her wrist from his grasp, not harshly, but enough to put space between them.

but he only tightened his hold—not painfully, just desperately. his voice broke slightly as he repeated himself, softer this time, almost like a prayer.

“please... don't leave me.”

she didn’t know why—maybe it was the crack in his tone, maybe it was the way his thumb brushed over her pulse like he needed to feel that she was still there—but before she could stop herself, she heard her own voice saying yes.

yes, she would stay. and so she lowered herself back down to the floor beside him.

the kitchen tile was cold beneath her legs, the air faintly smelling of beer and something fried from earlier in the night, but she barely noticed. all she was aware of was him, so close their shoulders almost brushed, his hand still curled around her wrist like letting go meant losing something he’d never get back.

for a moment, neither of them spoke. the noise from the party felt far away now, like they were in some little bubble separate from the rest of the world.

and even though she didn’t know what staying meant, she stayed anyway.

ikeu05, 2025

[ikeu05]

1k notes are YALL FOR REALSIES???? (freaky freaky) THANK YOU SO MUCH AJAHSJA

JUST WATCHING HER ✮ GET NAKED

𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 。 where your horny boyfriend can barely get through a brunch with his mother because you are just too distracting

✸ sunghoon x fem! reader 1.4k suggestive / smut ( mdni ) established relationship! au ୨୧ protected sex ( the only right way kids ) p in v heheh dirty talk (?)

the couple had just spent their afternoon having lunch with sunghoon’s mother and aunt. seems innocent enough and it probably would’ve been just that if yn wasn’t in her baby pink lace halter top and white skirt. and if sunghoon maybe focused on the farmer’s market subject his mother spoke so passionately of, he wouldn’t have had a hard on he barely concealed with yn’s purse.

they barely got his mother and aunt into an uber, with promises of visiting soon when yn turned to him, shoulder brushing his as she did. her lips were curled into a not-so-innocent smile, swaying slightly in her heels as she looked up at him under thick lashes, lips glossy, cheeks still dusted pink from the hours of flirting, laughing, and very public humiliation.

“well,” she said sweetly, cocking her head, “i should get going.”

he raised an eyebrow. “yeah?”

“mm-hm,” she hummed. “think you could drop me back home?”

she blinked. so innocent. so sweet. so full of shit.

sunghoon stared at her for a beat, his jaw ticking because they both knew exactly what she was doing. and maybe she didn’t say it outright—maybe she didn’t say anything that would hold up in a court of law—but that look? that voice? that hand brushing his arm as she leaned in just slightly?

it was code.

code for: take me home. rail me.

he stepped closer, gaze flicking briefly down to her lips, then her neckline, then back up again. “you want me to just… drop you off?”

she nodded, biting her lip, playing coy. “nothing more.”

“oh, just that,” he muttered, moving in even closer now, his voice low and warm in her ear. “so you’re not trying to get railed the second we walk through the door?”

she gasped—gasped—dramatically, pressing a hand to her chest like she was offended. “sunghoon!”

he gave her a look. “don’t ‘sunghoon’ me. you wore that skirt knowing damn well what it does to me.”

“you liked it,” she whispered, stepping in so close their noses almost touched.

he slipped a hand around her waist, pulling her flush against him. “liked it so much i had to talk about organic tomatoes to keep it together.”

she grinned. “did it work?”

“barely.”

“you were very focused during the farmers market bit.”

“i was picturing you bent over a fruit stall, baby.”

her breath hitched, and she laughed quietly, fingers curling in the collar of his shirt. “you’re so down bad for me.”

“you literally begged me to rail you with your eyes in front of my mother,” he growled, leaning closer. “you’re the menace here.”

“prove it.”

his hand gripped her waist tighter.

“you’re gonna regret saying that.”

“oh, please,” she whispered, brushing her lips over his jaw. “i’ve been regretting not saying it since we left the house this morning.”

he didn’t answer.

he just grabbed her hand, laced their fingers together, and guided her toward his car, the heat between them thick and thrumming.

the car ride was quiet in the most dangerous way.

not silent—but simmering.

yn sat pretty in the passenger seat, legs crossed, head turned toward the window as she watched the city slip by, the hem of her skirt inching higher with every subtle shift in her seat. her fingers toyed absently with the strap of her halter top, and every now and then, she’d glance over at him—eyes hooded, lip caught between her teeth like she wasn’t actively lighting his self-control on fire.

sunghoon, meanwhile, gripped the steering wheel with both hands like it was the only thing keeping him tethered to sanity. the way she was sitting. the way she smelled. the way her lip gloss shimmered when the light hit just right—he was losing his mind.

every red light was a curse. every gear shift was a test of patience.

because all he could think about was what he was going to do to her the second the door to her place clicked shut.

“still just dropping me off?” she asked innocently, fingers brushing over his forearm as he parked the car outside her building.

he exhaled slowly, unbuckling. “you know damn well i’m not.”

yn giggled, unbothered and absolutely smug as she stepped out and waited for him on the sidewalk, already digging her keys from her purse. he followed close behind, practically vibrating with energy now, hand pressing to the small of her back as they walked through the front doors, up the elevator, and finally—finally—to her flat.

the second the door closed behind them, he had her backed up against it.

his mouth crashed into hers with a low growl, all soft lips and open mouths, tongues sliding together like they’d needed this. her hands flew up to his shoulders, fingers curling into his shirt as he deepened the kiss, his hips pressing flush to hers. she moaned against his mouth, already breathless, already arching into him.

“you think i didn’t know what you were doing?” he whispered, lips brushing over her jaw as he trailed heat down her neck. “you think i didn’t see the way you kept crossing your legs like that?”

“i was just sitting,” she breathed, eyes fluttering as his mouth found the sensitive spot beneath her ear.

“sure you were.” he bit lightly at her neck, smirking when she gasped. “and that skirt? that was just for you, huh?”

her hands were already tugging his shirt up, desperate, needy. “you love this skirt.”

“i wanna rip this skirt.”

she moaned, head falling back against the door as his hands slid down her sides, gripping the fabric like he meant it. he hiked it up easily, lifting her leg and hooking it around his waist as he ground into her, both of them gasping at the friction.

he carried her to the couch in a blur of kisses and breathless laughter, dropping her gently before crawling over her like a man starved. his hands ran down her thighs, over her hips, tugging at her top, exposing skin inch by inch as he kissed every spot he uncovered.

her bra came off with a practiced flick of his fingers, and the sound she made when his mouth wrapped around her nipple had him throbbing in his jeans.

“fuck, you’re unreal,” he murmured against her chest, voice dark with want. “you get prettier every time i look at you.”

yn only whimpered in response, hips lifting as he tugged her skirt off completely, leaving her in nothing but the matching pink lace panties she definitely wore on purpose.

he sat back for a second, jaw clenched, just looking at her.

laid out on her couch like sin incarnate—hair a mess of waves, lips kiss-swollen, chest rising and falling in quick bursts, thighs slightly parted.

“you’re gonna kill me,” he muttered.

“then die a happy man,” she whispered, pulling him back down by his collar.

he kissed her again—deeper, slower this time—grinding down against her core as she gasped beneath him. his hand slipped between her thighs, fingers pressing against the damp lace.

“soaked,” he groaned, eyes fluttering. “fuck, baby.”

“need you,” she choked out. “now.”

he stood just long enough to strip, yanking his jeans and boxers off in one go, tossing them blindly behind him before grabbing the box of condoms from her purse—yes she carried them with her. she watched him, biting her lip, eyes dark and hungry.

he slid it on, hands shaking just slightly from how badly he needed her.

when he leaned over again, their eyes locked.

“you sure?”

she pulled him in for a kiss, whispering, “always.”

he slid into her slowly, letting her feel every inch, both of them gasping as their bodies connected—like they were made for this. for each other. her legs wrapped around his waist instinctively, heels digging into the backs of his thighs.

they moved together like they’d done this a hundred times—like every slow thrust, every roll of hips, every desperate kiss was muscle memory. his hand slipped under her knee, lifting her leg higher, changing the angle just enough to make her gasp.

“fuck, sunghoon—”

“i got you, baby,” he murmured, voice low and shaky. “i got you.”

he kissed her as she broke—head tilting back, nails raking down his back, legs trembling around him. he wasn’t far behind, chasing his own high with stuttering thrusts until he finally groaned her name, burying his face in her neck as he came.

for a long, long moment, they just laid there.

breathing. sweating. clinging to each other like the world didn’t exist.

and then, softly, yn giggled against his shoulder.

“definitely not just dropping me off,” she whispered.

he groaned. “you’re never gonna let that go, huh?”

she smiled up at him. “not in this lifetime, baby.”

nessie 🗯️ one day sunghoon's gonna go missing and you'll find him in my tummy why IS THIS MAN SO YUM (kidding, very much kidding for legal reasons)

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[ikeu05]

ikeu05's 600 hit girl drabble event!

we hit 600 .... ? WHATTT i swear it was like 50 yesterday??? istg im starting to think u guys actually like me ..... stop ittttt :p but seriously, i cannot thank all 600 of you enough :( i started this whole writing thing as a hobby but knowing there are six fucking hundred people who like what i write and post mean THE WORLD i love y'all <3

which is whyyyy i will be having a prompt list event :D i've been wanting to do this forever, back when i used to not even write HAHAHAHHA but i can FINALLY do this yipee yippeee!!1!!11!1!!!

rules ! ౨ৎ

01. can request how many ever times u want but there will be a deadline :( which shall be announced later

02. i will obviously take some time to actually do these prompts so please be patient with me <3

03. i only write for enhypen !!!! and i have decided to not go smutty :3 suggestive is the most i can do so please request accordingly (smut = no sex scenes, implication of it might be mentioned so please read accordingly)

04. can mix prompts up but only a total of 2!

05. word count won't be anywhere above 5k (hopefully i stick to this...)

05. example of sending in an ask:

dialogue prompt 25 + scenario prompt 15 + jake + (additional/specific details like if you want to include a pet or something you like to make it more personal!!!!)

dialogue prompts ! ౨ৎ

“are you going to make me say it…"

"who did this to you."

"please don't leave me alone,"

“we can skip the fancy wedding if it’s too much. i just want to marry you.”

“you only call me when you need something.” “because you always answer.”

“i hate how much i want to kiss you.”

“tell me honestly—have you ever thought about kissing me?”

“i hate that you’re always right.” “good. keep hating me. It turns you on.”

“you're infuriating. i mean it.” “stop smiling every time you see me and i'll believe you.”

"have you been crying?"

“you’re not getting cold feet, are you?” “no. i just didn’t want to walk down the aisle angry.”

"touch them and you're dead."

“you’ve been sleeping in my bed more than yours lately.”

"i thought you knew."

“i love you. that hasn’t changed. even if we’re both hurting."

scenario prompts ! ౨ৎ

A gives B dating advice—and slowly realises A hates seeing B date someone else.

A kisses B in the dark during a game, not realising it's them.

A is stressed about wedding planning, B calms them down.

A hears B muttering their name in their sleep.

an argument ends with their lips too close—neither of them moves.

mistaken identity—A thinks B is their blind date, but still stays.

A cleans up B's wounds despite them arguing everyday.

silent treatment after a rough argument A finally breaks but B is still stubborn.

A plans a surprise, but B mistakenly thinks they’re being cheated on.

road trip with friends, with no signal and only one bed in the remaining room.

A overhears B defending them when they thought they hated them.

they sleep facing away from each other for the first time in months.

A is asleep in the same bed and B whispers an "i love you".

they get into a massive fight before attending a friend’s wedding — and have to pretend everything is fine.

A gets drunk and confesses to B, who is in a relationship already.

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[ikeu05]

if i say something……

[SUNGHOON] ENHY-FASHION 'DESIRE : UNLEASH' @ Music Broadcasting #1

[ikeu05]

omg i literally went feral when i saw this clip for the first time HIS FACE…. THE HAIR JESUS CHRRRISSTTTT

PARK    SUNGHOON x

[ikeu05]

because im sad so everyone be sad rn with me, i miss my iland cuties :(

going to sleep now BUT JUST LOOK AT HOW PRECIOUS THEY WERE ☹️☹️ I HATE ILAND I HATE ILANF

[ikeu05]

congratulationssss u deserve it!!!

i’d like to request dialogue 15 with scenario 12 pls for jake! pls make it a happy ending tho 🥹

OUR LOVE ✮ WILL NEVER DIE

𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 。 where you don't realise how badly your fiancee is hurting while you push yourself into work

prompt list ✸ jake x fem! reader 2.5k angst fluff established relationship! au fiancee! au ୨୧ mentions of an argument, crying

nessie 🗯️ :(((( jake is so cutie like i can perfectly imagine him not wanting to irritate his gf wife or wtv and just be sad by himself (he's just like me) thank for requesting cutie, i hope u like this <333

seven months into their engagement, the glow of jake and yn’s future together still lingered in the small moments — the ring on her finger catching the morning light, the way he’d absentmindedly call her “fiancée” like it was his favorite word, the soft hum of excitement whenever they talked about a life they were building together.

the wedding plans had started out strong. they had pinterest boards, half-filled spreadsheets of potential venues, text chains full of color palettes and “what about this one?” links. they’d imagined walking down an aisle in front of everyone they loved, imagined the first dance, imagined everything down to the table cards.

and then yn got the call.

it was a tuesday afternoon, a week where she was buried under her regular workload, when an email pinged into her inbox. a job offer — not just any job, but the job. the one she’d been dreaming about for years, quietly stalking the company’s updates, bookmarking their career page, telling herself, maybe one day.

her heart pounded as she read through the details. it was exactly what she wanted. exactly the kind of opportunity she’d promised herself she wouldn’t pass up if it ever came along.

but as soon as the initial shock wore off, her excitement tangled with a knot of guilt. this role wasn’t something she could half-do; it demanded full attention, long hours, a steep learning curve. if she took it — and she knew she wanted to — she wouldn’t have the time or mental space to plan a wedding. not the kind they’d envisioned.

she told jake that evening, curled on the couch with her laptop still open beside her. “i don’t know what to do,” she admitted, her voice softer than she meant it to be. “i want this job, jake… but i don’t want to push our life back.”

he didn’t even hesitate. “then take the job.”

she blinked at him, startled. “just like that?”

“just like that,” he said, his hand finding hers. “you’ve been talking about this for years, baby. you’ve worked for it. i’m not going to be the reason you hesitate.”

“but—”

“no buts.” his thumb brushed the inside of her wrist. “we have the rest of our lives. the wedding can wait. you can’t get this opportunity back if you let it go now.”

the relief in his tone was real, but so was something else — a quiet ache he didn’t let her see right away. he’d been looking forward to marrying her, to starting that chapter. but he meant what he said. he’d wait as long as she needed.

yn agreed, swallowing down the lingering voice in her head that whispered she was being selfish. that night, they closed the wedding spreadsheet. they didn’t delete it — just moved it to a folder marked later.

the weeks that followed were busy in a different way. yn threw herself into the new job, staying late at the office, reading documents at the kitchen table over takeout dinners. jake adjusted, becoming the one to bring her tea when she forgot to drink water, the one to remind her to rest.

sometimes, late at night, she’d roll over and see him already asleep, the ring on his hand glinting faintly in the dark. and she’d feel it — the bittersweet mix of pride in chasing her dream and the ache of knowing they’d pressed pause on another one.

jake never complained. not once. but there were quiet moments — when he’d see a wedding invitation in the mail for someone else, or when they passed a bridal shop downtown — that she’d catch a flicker in his expression. not regret. just longing.

they didn’t talk about dates anymore, not in the way they used to. instead, their shared future existed like a promise hanging in the air: not forgotten, just waiting. and then it had been six months since yn started her new job, and she’d settled into it beautifully. the late nights had grown fewer, her confidence at work was undeniable, and now she could take leaves when she needed.

jake had been quietly, patiently waiting for this stage. the part where she’d feel stable enough to look up from her work and remember them — not in the everyday sense, because they were still them, still good, still wrapped in each other’s mornings and nights. but in the way that meant picking up where they’d left off, opening that folder marked later, and turning later into soon.

but that moment never came.

every morning, yn still pressed a kiss to his lips before heading out, still tapped her engagement ring with her mouth like it was a ritual — one she never skipped. but she didn’t mention venues, or dates, or anything that hinted at the wedding they’d once stayed up past midnight planning.

it wasn’t that she’d stopped loving him — jake didn’t believe that, not really. but something about her quietness on the subject gnawed at him.

and then there were the questions.

from his parents, who asked at sunday dinners with careful smiles: “so, any news on the big day?”

from her parents, in more casual tones but with the same curiosity: “we should start looking at outfits soon, right?”

from friends, sometimes teasing, sometimes genuinely wondering: “man, you’ve been engaged forever. what’s the hold-up?”

it wasn’t even subtle anymore. they’d been engaged for over a year, and to everyone else, the delay was a mystery. to jake, it was an open wound he kept trying to cover.

every time, he made excuses.

“she’s got a lot on her plate at work.”

“we just want to take our time.”

“we’re not in a rush.”

and every time he said it, a part of him ached — not because it wasn’t true once, but because it was starting to feel like only his truth now.

late at night, when yn was asleep beside him, jake would stare at the ceiling and wonder. was she happy just as they were? was she avoiding the next step? was she… maybe looking for an out?

it was ridiculous, he told himself. they still laughed, still touched, still made plans for next weekend and next month. but there was a difference between planning the week and planning forever.

the difference was starting to eat him alive.

jake had always been cool-headed — the one who thought things through, who didn’t let himself spiral. but lately, the spiraling was unavoidable. he caught himself overanalyzing small things: the way she changed the subject when weddings came up in conversation, how she brushed off her mom’s hints about venues, how she seemed more focused on work trips than future plans.

he hated himself for the doubt, but it was there, deep and heavy.

and the worst part was, he couldn’t bring himself to ask her outright. because what if her answer confirmed his fears? what if she’d quietly decided that engagement was enough, and marriage wasn’t something she saw herself walking into anytime soon — or ever?

some mornings, he’d watch her from the bed as she got ready for work, sunlight catching on her hair, the faint smell of her perfume drifting across the room. she’d kiss him, smile, and whisper, “i’ll see you tonight, honey.” and he’d smile back, tell her he loved her.

but behind the smile, the same thought circled endlessly, tightening around him like a vice:

am i going to be waiting forever?

it was a thursday night when it all came crashing down. the night had been like any other — dinner done, both of them in sweats, curled up on the couch with the tv humming in the background. masterchef australia was on, one of their comfort shows. they’d seen the season before, but neither of them minded; it was easy, familiar.

tonight’s episode happened to be a wedding-themed challenge. white fondant, tiers upon tiers, delicate sugar flowers. the kind of thing jake knew they would’ve talked about months ago, debating flavors and styles for their own day.

he watched the contestants pipe buttercream while yn absently nibbled on a chocolate bar. his gaze lingered on the screen for a moment before he said, lightly, “guess we should start thinking about our own wedding cake at some point, huh?”

she laughed — genuinely, but not in the way he hoped. “oh, i don’t know. i’m thinking maybe we skip the whole big wedding and just get a cake for ourselves. eat it in bed or something.”

she said it like a joke, her eyes still on the tv.

jake tried to smile, but something in his chest tightened. “i’m serious, honey. it’s been over a year.”

that got her attention. she glanced at him, her expression shifting. “jake…”

“what?” he pressed, trying to keep his tone even but feeling the strain creep in. “you’ve settled into work now. you’ve got leave you can take. we’ve been engaged for ages. i’m just… waiting for you to bring it up.”

she sighed, setting the popcorn aside. “i just didn’t think it was urgent. we’re fine as we are.”

he stared at her for a moment, feeling the weight of the words. “fine as we are? that’s… not what we talked about when i proposed to you, yn. we wanted to get married.”

“we still can,” she said quickly, a touch defensive. “just not right now.”

“it’s been not ‘right now’ for months.” his voice was quieter now, but sharper. “do you even want to marry me anymore?”

her head snapped up. “seriously? you think i don’t want to marry you because i haven’t planned a wedding yet?”

“i don’t know what to think,” he admitted, running a hand through his hair. “i’ve been patient. i’ve been making excuses for us to everyone — my parents, yours, our friends. i’m the one answering questions while you… you just laugh it off.”

“that’s not fair,” she shot back, her tone tightening. “i was trying to make sure i didn’t drown myself in work and wedding stress at the same time. i thought you understood that.”

“i did,” he said, his voice breaking slightly. “but it feels like you forgot we were even supposed to have a wedding. like you’ve just… moved on from it.”

the words hung between them, heavier than either of them had intended.

yn looked away first, her jaw tense. “i’m not having this fight right now.”

he didn’t respond. didn’t know how.

the rest of the evening passed in muted silence. they stayed on opposite ends of the couch, watching the rest of the episode without speaking, the occasional laugh track from the tv feeling painfully out of place.

they always touched when they slept.

it didn’t matter if they’d had a good day or a bad one — yn always found her way into jake’s arms, or he’d curl up against her as the little spoon, his back warm against her chest. it was a habit they’d built without trying, a comfort neither of them had ever broken.

but tonight was different.

when she went to bed first, she turned away from his side of the mattress. it wasn’t deliberate in the way that meant she wanted to punish him, but it was deliberate enough that she knew it would be noticed. her body was tight, her mind buzzing.

by the time jake came in from cleaning up the kitchen, she was staring into the dark, eyes open but fixed on nothing. he stopped in the doorway for just a second, long enough for her to feel his presence, before crossing the room quietly.

she didn’t turn when he got into bed.

he lay there for a moment, the space between them bigger than it had ever felt, before rolling onto his side — away from her. she didn’t see his face, but she felt the way the mattress shifted with the motion, the silent admission that tonight, he wasn’t going to reach for her.

that was when she heard it — faint, barely there at first — the shaky exhale, the muffled sniffle.

jake didn’t cry often. not with her, not with anyone. when he did, it was because he was really hurt.

her chest clenched.

before that moment, her head had been a storm. his question from earlier — do you even want to marry me anymore? — had struck deep, leaving a bruise she hadn’t wanted to admit was there. she was tired, overworked, stretched thin, and his words had felt like an accusation she hadn’t earned. in her mind, she’d been thinking:

does he not see how much i’ve been juggling? i’ve been killing myself trying to balance everything. i love him — why does he need a venue and a date to believe that?

but hearing him try to hold back tears… it cut through all of it.

he wasn’t angry anymore — or at least, not only angry. he was in pain. and no matter how justified her defensiveness felt earlier, she hated that she was the reason he sounded like that now.

without thinking too much, she rolled over, closing the gap between them. she pressed a hand to his back gently, her fingers tracing the familiar slope of his spine.

“i love you,” she said softly, her voice careful in the quiet. “that hasn’t changed. even if we’re both hurting.”

he didn’t move at first, but she felt the breath leave him slowly, like something inside had just loosened. after a few seconds, he turned to face her, his eyes glassy but steady on hers.

“i know,” he murmured, his voice raw. “i just… i don’t want to lose you, honey.”

her throat tightened, but she managed a small smile, brushing her thumb along his cheek. “you’re not going to lose me, jakey.”

he closed his eyes at the sound of it, leaning into her touch like it was the only thing holding him together, tears flowing slow and steady.

“i’m sorry,” her voice cracked, lips pushing into a pout at the sight of him so upset. “i’m so sorry, baby. i’ve been so wrapped up in work and proving myself that i… i barely gave you any of my time, let alone the energy to plan something as important as our wedding. i know you’ve been waiting, and i’ve just—” she sighed, her thumb brushing under his eye, “—i’ve been selfish.”

jake closed his eyes for a moment, leaning into her touch like he couldn’t help himself. “yn, don’t say that. you’re not selfish. i should’ve been more patient. i just—” he let out a shaky breath, “—i miss feeling like we’re walking toward that future together. and sometimes i’m scared you’ve stopped wanting it.”

her heart squeezed painfully at that, because the thought of him doubting her love felt like a punch to the chest. “no,” she whispered fiercely, shaking her head. “never. i want you, i want us, more than anything. and i promise, i’m going to do better. you’ve been nothing but supportive, and i don’t deserve you, my sweet, sweet boy.”

his lips curved in the faintest smile, eyes still glistening. “well, too bad,” he murmured, pulling her closer until she was tucked against him again. “you’re stuck with me.”

she laughed softly, pressing her forehead to his. “exactly where i want to be.”

jake kissed her gently then, slow and lingering, as if sealing the promise between them. and when they lay back down, tangled together like always, neither of them let go—not even for a second.

ikeu05, 2025

[ikeu05]

ikeu05's 600 hit girl drabble event!

we hit 600 .... ? WHATTT i swear it was like 50 yesterday??? istg im starting to think u guys actually like me ..... stop ittttt :p but seriously, i cannot thank all 600 of you enough :( i started this whole writing thing as a hobby but knowing there are six fucking hundred people who like what i write and post mean THE WORLD i love y'all <3

which is whyyyy i will be having a prompt list event :D i've been wanting to do this forever, back when i used to not even write HAHAHAHHA but i can FINALLY do this yipee yippeee!!1!!11!1!!!

rules ! ౨ৎ

01. can request how many ever times u want but there will be a deadline :( which shall be announced later

02. i will obviously take some time to actually do these prompts so please be patient with me <3

03. i only write for enhypen !!!! and i have decided to not go smutty :3 suggestive is the most i can do so please request accordingly (smut = no sex scenes, implication of it might be mentioned so please read accordingly)

04. can mix prompts up but only a total of 2!

05. word count won't be anywhere above 5k (hopefully i stick to this...)

05. example of sending in an ask:

dialogue prompt 25 + scenario prompt 15 + jake + (additional/specific details like if you want to include a pet or something you like to make it more personal!!!!)

dialogue prompts ! ౨ৎ

“are you going to make me say it…"

"who did this to you."

"please don't leave me alone,"

“we can skip the fancy wedding if it’s too much. i just want to marry you.”

“you only call me when you need something.” “because you always answer.”

“i hate how much i want to kiss you.”

“tell me honestly—have you ever thought about kissing me?”

“i hate that you’re always right.” “good. keep hating me. It turns you on.”

“you're infuriating. i mean it.” “stop smiling every time you see me and i'll believe you.”

"have you been crying?"

“you’re not getting cold feet, are you?” “no. i just didn’t want to walk down the aisle angry.”

"touch them and you're dead."

“you’ve been sleeping in my bed more than yours lately.”

"i thought you knew."

“i love you. that hasn’t changed. even if we’re both hurting."

scenario prompts ! ౨ৎ

A gives B dating advice—and slowly realises A hates seeing B date someone else.

A kisses B in the dark during a game, not realising it's them.

A is stressed about wedding planning, B calms them down.

A hears B muttering their name in their sleep.

an argument ends with their lips too close—neither of them moves.

mistaken identity—A thinks B is their blind date, but still stays.

A cleans up B's wounds despite them arguing everyday.

silent treatment after a rough argument A finally breaks but B is still stubborn.

A plans a surprise, but B mistakenly thinks they’re being cheated on.

road trip with friends, with no signal and only one bed in the remaining room.

A overhears B defending them when they thought they hated them.

they sleep facing away from each other for the first time in months.

A is asleep in the same bed and B whispers an "i love you".

they get into a massive fight before attending a friend’s wedding — and have to pretend everything is fine.

A gets drunk and confesses to B, who is in a relationship already.

tags ! ౨ৎ sorry if you didn't want to be tagged :3

@jaysguitarstring @wenomakiluvr @amatariki @dyitpink @wonzzziezzzz @ezekiel-bublz @rairaiblog @1-itsneverthatserious-1 @yuyita-rosier @haechansbbg @jakeznii @xoenhalover @dolluvsyun @luhvletters @baekmiyaa @hollxe1 @unintentionalbee @ikeuheartz @luvchaew @heelovesmeknot @kirakun @shhh1233728 @weepingsweep @tinyteezer @firstclassjaylee @dazeymazey11 @lovenha7 @simjaeyunlvrclub @zoe1love @wonietree @wonuziex @seyoungiesleeps @ori2ari @doellas @dollsette @heekolazz @hollxe1 @multicolorfandoms

©️ ikeu05, 2025

[ikeu05]

YEEEEE u love me so baddddd 🤭🤭🤭 giggled so hard thank u so much cutie for the recommendation, means alot

HEYJEYEUAKDBHCSJWK

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Help anyway we all know ur an exceptional writer OBVI

But is there anyone you'd recommend? If yes then which author and any specific fic you'd recommend?

This is like asking an idol which other group you should stan 😭 no jkjkjk i actually can’t decide, I love so many writers here.

*rolls head, cracks knuckles*

There are many talented ones who I take inspiration from, these are the ones who are active at the very moment:

@ikeu05 her hoon dad series is so freaking good!!! Every chapter is so unique and my fave so far is this one . She has a veryyyy unique writing style and great topics

@hazelira her writing style is also very unique and differs from others. I gotta admit right now she’s my fave writer, I get so excited whenever she drops something. I couldn’t even tell you which fic I like the most bc there are so many of hers I love!!! Def check out her dad enhypen fics !!!! If you don’t like kids fic, read them. you’ll change your mind!!! Aside from her dad fics, the one fic that sticks out to me is this Niki fic. Phenomenal description of the two cultures, very unique regarding the topic and writing style!!

@jakesimfromstatefarm here again: she has a very great writing style, you just feel it when reading. I love her jake series, please check it out. It will give you comfort and will warm your heart.

Honorable mentions:

@gyeomsweetgyeom I love her jaehyun frat series, they’re so fun and entertaining!! She also writes fics about other nct members, I only read jaehyun but just check her out if you like nct. Oh and also her dad fics!!!!! Just binge read every single one of them pleaseeeee!!

@blue-jisungs is one of the first writers I became obsessed with, has so much variety!!! I can’t even begin with where to start, I’m emotionally attached to this blog.

Wait I have so many more I wanna recommend omg this is so difficult :(((((

The three above are literally ones that were active today so there are still many others that also have phenomenal writing skills. I’m literally forcing myself not to add more…. (@saturnznct also one for the first writers I fell in love with and am emotionally attached too, def one of the ones I got my inspiration from to write! @songbirdseung omg their fics are also so great, very interesting ideas and plots!!!)…. Okey I have to stop adding more.

Also: these writers have literally more followers than me by faaaarrrrr. This is like a nugu group shouting out to a big3/Hybe group 😭😭😭😭 you probably already know them lmao 🤣

But again: I also have so many others I love,

I’ll get back to this later on and won’t yap that much but only add the names and my fave fics !! so you can just go through them and find writers who aren’t that popular!!!

And to the babes I boldly tagged: hi 😏 hope you don’t mind me flirting with you

No but srsly I’m sorry for bothering u (since one I tagged here isn’t even active), but I chose to tag y’all, bc I thought as a writer you always wanna hear what people think about your work. I hope you’re ok with that !!! Lots of love to you guys and keep up with your work!!! And also pls don’t ever delete your fics haha …. Please 🥺

[ikeu05]

wait hear me out scenario 10 with jungwon and they are bsf but they alr had like a fwb situation 😀

I KNOW YOU'VE BEEN ✮ THINKIN' BOUT ME

𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 。 where you and your bestfriend/ex boyfriend literally cannot stop touching each other

prompt list ✸ jungwon x fem! reader 2k suggestive MDNI exes! au fwb! au ୨୧ implications of unprotected sex ( do not do boooo wronggg ) but nothing explicit lot's of tension hmm

nessie 🗯️ kissing u on the mouth for this idea FWB WON IS SO YUMMY????? like ur mind i will eat ur brain thank you thank you anon

yn had always known that seeing jungwon again after a month apart would be strange.

they’d been best friends for years — so long that their names had practically been fused together in people’s minds. if you saw yn, you saw jungwon. if you heard jungwon’s laugh, hers would usually follow. and for a while, they’d even tried being more than that. five months of dating, of testing the waters, of blurred boundaries and late-night confessions… until they both realised that while they loved each other fiercely, they might be better off as friends.

at least, that had been the plan.

they’d agreed — mutually, sensibly — to take a month of no contact after the breakup. space to let things breathe. space to stop feeling the instinct to hold hands without thinking, to kiss hello and goodbye.

but that month had been torture.

yn caught herself drafting texts she never sent. jungwon admitted later that he’d walked past her street three times without a reason, hoping he’d “accidentally” bump into her. and when they finally did see each other again, it wasn’t planned.

it was a small gathering at a mutual friend’s place — a quiet evening of takeout, music, and laughter. yn walked in wearing ripped jeans and a cropped hoodie, hair still a little damp from her shower, smelling faintly of her citrusy body wash that made jungwon’s head spin. jungwon was already there, leaning back on the couch, shirt sleeves pushed up, the edge of a smirk tugging at his lips when he saw her.

neither of them made the first move at first. they just kept… noticing.

noticing how her eyes kept flicking to his veiny hands when he pushed his hair back.

noticing how he kept looking at the curve of her neck whenever she turned her head.

by the time half the group had gone home, the air between them was so thick it was hard to breathe.

jungwon was in the kitchen grabbing a drink when yn walked in. they stood there for a moment, just looking at each other. his jaw clenched; hers tilted defiantly, like she was daring him to say something first.

“you look good,” he murmured finally.

she huffed a soft laugh, stepping closer. “it’s been a month and that’s all you’ve got?”

“i could say more.” his voice was lower now, almost challenging.

and maybe it was the way the room felt smaller, maybe it was the month of unspoken longing, maybe it was the fact that they’d always been bad at resisting each other — but she closed the gap, just enough for his breath to brush against her lips.

it only took a second for his hand to slide to her waist, pulling her in, and then they were kissing like they’d been holding their breath for weeks. messy, needy, the kind of kiss that left no room for doubt about where it was going.

yn’s back hit the counter, the cool metal of his ring brushing her skin as his hands framed her face. she tugged at his collar, urging him closer, and he chuckled against her mouth like he’d been waiting for this exact moment.

“you’re supposed to be my ex,” she breathed between kisses.

“guess i’m bad at rules,” he replied, lips trailing to her jaw.

the kitchen was too open, too risky, so they stumbled toward the spare bedroom down the hall, hands everywhere, hearts pounding. every touch felt like coming home — familiar, addictive, dangerous.

when they finally collapsed onto the bed, jungwon hovered over her, half his buttons undone and his eyes dark with something between want and nostalgia. “we shouldn’t be doing this,” he said, even as his thumb traced her cheekbone tenderly.

yn smirked up at him. “then stop.”

he didn’t.

the rest of the night was a blur of heat and tangled limbs, of whispered names and half-laughed “god, i missed you”s. they knew it didn’t solve anything — that they’d wake up tomorrow still broken up, still complicated.

but in that moment, it didn’t matter.

and then, it had been three months since that night in the spare bedroom. three months since “just one time” turned into “every weekend.”

it wasn’t even subtle anymore — well, not between them. every friday or saturday night, one of them would text:

you up? can i come over?

it was toxic. they both knew it. but it was also addictive. and neither yn nor jungwon had ever been very good at quitting each other.

they kept it quiet — painfully quiet. the friend group knew they had dated for a while, knew it hadn’t worked out, and had adjusted back to seeing them as just the iconic best-friend duo they’d always been. what no one knew was that behind closed doors, behind locked apartment doors and carefully timed exits, they were tangled up in each other’s sheets almost every weekend.

which was why the upcoming cabin trip was a problem.

they had mutual friends, so naturally any trip involved everyone — a car full of shared playlists, gas station snacks, and loud, messy energy. neither of them could exactly say “no” without raising suspicion, so they went along with it. yn figured she could behave for two nights. jungwon told himself the same thing.

they were both lying to themselves.

the drive up was harmless enough — if you ignored the way his hand occasionally brushed her thigh when he shifted in his seat, or the way she leaned across him to grab something from the seat pocket in front of him, her lips grazing against his knee just enough to make his breath hitch. it was the kind of casual closeness their friends didn’t think twice about… but they knew exactly what it was.

when they finally arrived, the cabin was even cozier than expected. wood-paneled walls, the smell of pine, a crackling fireplace. everyone started tossing bags into rooms, claiming spaces. yn was in the kitchen grabbing a drink when one of their friends called out, “oh, yn— you’re in here with jungwon.”

she turned, confused. “in here…?”

“yeah, last room on the left. only bed left.”

only bed.

her eyes darted instinctively to jungwon, who was halfway through unzipping his jacket. his mouth twitched — not quite a smile, not quite panic — just the kind of look that said we’re in trouble.

by the time they stepped inside their assigned room, she was already laughing under her breath. “one bed. classic.”

jungwon shut the door behind them, leaning against it for a second like he needed to think. “this is going to kill me.”

she smirked. “what, you can’t handle sleeping next to me?”

“you know exactly what i mean,” he muttered, running a hand through his hair.

the bed wasn’t even big. a queen, maybe. the kind you couldn’t pretend was spacious. their bags were shoved to one side, the comforter slightly rumpled from when someone had done a quick check earlier.

yn sat on the edge, bouncing lightly, her expression infuriatingly calm. “it’s fine, won. we’ll just… sleep.”

he shot her a look that was equal parts warning and disbelief. “right. sleep.”

she tilted her head, feigning innocence. “unless you have other ideas.”

now the thing about jungwon was that he’d always been good at self-control… until her. she had this way of pushing him — not enough to make a scene, but enough to make him burn.

when the others called them out to help unload groceries, they both exhaled like it was a reprieve. but all evening, it was in the back of his mind — the knowledge that in a few hours, they’d be back in that room, alone.

dinner was chaotic, drinks were poured, games were played. by the time everyone drifted off to their rooms, the cabin was quiet except for the faint hum of the fridge and the distant pop of the fireplace.

they slipped into the room, closing the door softly. she changed into an oversized shirt and shorts, tossing her jeans onto her bag. jungwon sat on the bed in sweats and a loose white tee, trying not to watch her too closely and failing miserably.

when she slid under the covers, she glanced at the empty side beside her. “you coming?”

he climbed in, the mattress dipping under his weight. the space between them was maybe a handspan wide. too small. too tempting.

they lay there in the dark for a while, listening to the faint wind outside, both pretending to scroll on their phones.

then her foot brushed his calf. just a little. enough to make him tense.

“accident,” she whispered, but he could hear the smile in her voice.

“sure it was,” he murmured back.

the air between them thickened, just like it always did before things spiraled. neither of them moved away.

by the time her hand found his under the covers, curling her fingers around his, they both knew — no matter how much they’d promised themselves otherwise — that “just sleeping” wasn’t going to happen tonight.

she shifted slightly, turning toward him. “you’re really just gonna lie there?”

he gave a short laugh. “what do you want me to do, yn?”

her gaze lingered on him in the dim light spilling from the hallway. “i can think of a few things.”

and there it was — that dangerous edge in her tone that always, always made him break first. he reached up, cupping her jaw gently, testing the waters. she didn’t flinch. didn’t move back. if anything, she leaned into his touch.

one second they were just looking at each other. the next, his mouth was on hers.

it wasn’t soft. it never was with them anymore. this was weeks of restraint unraveling in seconds — his hand sliding into her hair, her fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer like she couldn’t get enough.

he rolled toward her, their legs tangling under the blanket. the kiss deepened, messy and breathless, until she pulled back just enough to murmur against his lips, “door’s not locked, wonnie.”

his eyes darkened, a sound ripping from his throat involuntarily at the nickname she used just to tick him off. “you’re insane.”

“you love it,” she teased, already kissing him again.

her shirt bunched around her waist as his hands slid under it, palms warm against her skin. she gasped softly into his mouth, and he bit back a groan, burying his face in her neck for a moment.

every rustle of the sheets felt loud in the otherwise silent cabin. every breath was heavy, quick. somewhere deep down, they knew they were taking a risk — their friends were just down the hall — but that only made it worse. better.

when she tugged at the hem of his shirt, he let her pull it over his head, the static crackle in the air between them making his pulse race. his hands roamed freely now, relearning every familiar line of her body, her sighs turning sharper when his lips found the spot just under her ear.

the blanket had slipped to the floor by the time she pulled him fully over her, their movements syncing with unspoken understanding. she wrapped her legs around his waist, his grip on her tightening like he was scared she’d vanish if he let go.

it was rushed, breathless, every touch deliberate despite the urgency. her nails grazed his shoulders, his mouth claimed hers between muffled laughs and bitten-back groans, and the bed creaked faintly with the rhythm they fell into.

when she whispered his name — not in the casual way she did during the day, but in that low, need-soaked tone — he nearly lost it.

the final push into that dangerous territory was inevitable. he knew it even as his forehead pressed to hers, even as their movements quickened, even as they both chased the same breaking point.

by the time it was over, the room was hot, their breaths uneven. he stayed over her for a moment longer, both of them too dazed to move.

and then, as he finally rolled to his side, staring at the ceiling in the dark, the only thought in jungwon’s head was a simple, resigned truth:

i’m fucked.

ikeu05, 2025

[ikeu05]

ikeu05's 600 hit girl drabble event!

we hit 600 .... ? WHATTT i swear it was like 50 yesterday??? istg im starting to think u guys actually like me ..... stop ittttt :p but seriously, i cannot thank all 600 of you enough :( i started this whole writing thing as a hobby but knowing there are six fucking hundred people who like what i write and post mean THE WORLD i love y'all <3

which is whyyyy i will be having a prompt list event :D i've been wanting to do this forever, back when i used to not even write HAHAHAHHA but i can FINALLY do this yipee yippeee!!1!!11!1!!!

rules ! ౨ৎ

01. can request how many ever times u want but there will be a deadline :( which shall be announced later

02. i will obviously take some time to actually do these prompts so please be patient with me <3

03. i only write for enhypen !!!! and i have decided to not go smutty :3 suggestive is the most i can do so please request accordingly (smut = no sex scenes, implication of it might be mentioned so please read accordingly)

04. can mix prompts up but only a total of 2!

05. word count won't be anywhere above 5k (hopefully i stick to this...)

05. example of sending in an ask:

dialogue prompt 25 + scenario prompt 15 + jake + (additional/specific details like if you want to include a pet or something you like to make it more personal!!!!)

dialogue prompts ! ౨ৎ

“are you going to make me say it…"

"who did this to you."

"please don't leave me alone,"

“we can skip the fancy wedding if it’s too much. i just want to marry you.”

“you only call me when you need something.” “because you always answer.”

“i hate how much i want to kiss you.”

“tell me honestly—have you ever thought about kissing me?”

“i hate that you’re always right.” “good. keep hating me. It turns you on.”

“you're infuriating. i mean it.” “stop smiling every time you see me and i'll believe you.”

"have you been crying?"

“you’re not getting cold feet, are you?” “no. i just didn’t want to walk down the aisle angry.”

"touch them and you're dead."

“you’ve been sleeping in my bed more than yours lately.”

"i thought you knew."

“i love you. that hasn’t changed. even if we’re both hurting."

scenario prompts ! ౨ৎ

A gives B dating advice—and slowly realises A hates seeing B date someone else.

A kisses B in the dark during a game, not realising it's them.

A is stressed about wedding planning, B calms them down.

A hears B muttering their name in their sleep.

an argument ends with their lips too close—neither of them moves.

mistaken identity—A thinks B is their blind date, but still stays.

A cleans up B's wounds despite them arguing everyday.

silent treatment after a rough argument A finally breaks but B is still stubborn.

A plans a surprise, but B mistakenly thinks they’re being cheated on.

road trip with friends, with no signal and only one bed in the remaining room.

A overhears B defending them when they thought they hated them.

they sleep facing away from each other for the first time in months.

A is asleep in the same bed and B whispers an "i love you".

they get into a massive fight before attending a friend’s wedding — and have to pretend everything is fine.

A gets drunk and confesses to B, who is in a relationship already.

tags ! ౨ৎ sorry if you didn't want to be tagged :3

@jaysguitarstring @wenomakiluvr @amatariki @dyitpink @wonzzziezzzz @ezekiel-bublz @rairaiblog @1-itsneverthatserious-1 @yuyita-rosier @haechansbbg @jakeznii @xoenhalover @dolluvsyun @luhvletters @baekmiyaa @hollxe1 @unintentionalbee @ikeuheartz @luvchaew @heelovesmeknot @kirakun @shhh1233728 @weepingsweep @tinyteezer @firstclassjaylee @dazeymazey11 @lovenha7 @simjaeyunlvrclub @zoe1love @wonietree @wonuziex @seyoungiesleeps @ori2ari @doellas @dollsette @heekolazz @hollxe1 @multicolorfandoms

©️ ikeu05, 2025

[ikeu05]

WONDER HOW I GOT BY THIS WEEK ✮ ONLY TOUCHED YOU ONCE

𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 。 where you make up your mind alone about your roommate having had enough of you, when all he wants is more of you

✸ riki x fem!reader 4.4k angst fluff towards the end roommates! au situationship! au ୨୧ miscommunication ( literally my favst thing eva ) sunghoon's lowk ass mentions of a panic attack, crying, kissing

the living room was buzzing with chatter and overlapping music — the usual chaos that came with ness’ spontaneous “gatherings.” she’d pulled out her speaker, thrown a few blankets on the floor, and called it ambiance. dani and ness were fighting over which romcom to put on in the background. intak was making everyone weird fruit mocktails in beer glasses. and somewhere between an uno game that had spiraled into full-blown betrayal and jake force-feeding sunghoon wasabi chips, riki had let his guard down.

just for a second.

and that was when sunghoon pounced.

“so,” he began slyly, flopping next to riki on the floor, “what’s your type?”

riki blinked, half-focused on the conversation yn was having with ness from across the room. he tilted his head lazily toward sunghoon. “huh?”

“your type, romeo,” sunghoon repeated, nudging his shoulder. “i’m trying to set you up here.”

riki frowned. “set me up?”

sunghoon grinned like a man on a mission. “there’s this girl in my psych tutorial who’s been asking about you. she saw you at the dance showcase last week and literally blushed when i mentioned your name. she’s cute, kinda mysterious. glasses. sketches in class sometimes. i figured she’d be your vibe.”

riki’s brain short-circuited for half a second.

he didn’t want to be rude — or obvious. especially with everyone here. especially with her here. yn was sitting cross-legged on the carpet, nursing a cup of mocktail with a bendy straw and laughing at something intak said. she looked so comfortable — their kind of comfortable — like she belonged here, and with him. but that was still just between the two of them. private. soft. unspoken.

he couldn’t just out them like that.

but he also couldn’t say yes to sunghoon. so instead, he leaned back, smirked, and said, “sexy.”

jake, on the other side of him, snorted into his drink. “what the hell does that even mean?”

riki shrugged, playing it cool. “you asked my type. i gave you my answer.”

sunghoon was already pulling out his phone. “perfect. she’s sexy. done. i’ll text her.”

riki sat up straighter. “wait—what?”

“just gonna say you’re in,” sunghoon said, grinning at his screen, fingers flying. “you’re welcome, by the way.”

“i didn’t say i wanted to go—”

sunghoon glanced up. “bro. you said sexy. she’s sexy. this is fate.”

“no, i said—” riki faltered. “i didn’t mean—”

too late. sunghoon tapped something on his phone dramatically and clapped. “done! friday. seven. she suggested that little bistro near the library. i said you’d love it.”

jake wheezed. “he didn’t even get your confirmation. you’re done, bro.”

riki was panicking.

and pissed.

across the room, yn hadn’t noticed a thing. she was still laughing, this time at intak failing to juggle three mandarin oranges. her nose scrunched a little when she laughed too hard. and she looked up right as riki looked over, and she smiled — soft, familiar, full of something that burned quietly between them.

he couldn’t breathe.

sunghoon leaned back on his elbows, proud of himself. “i’m a genius. you’re welcome, by the way. she’s gonna wear that dress i told you about.”

riki stared at him. “what dress?”

jake cackled. “don’t ask.”

but riki was seething.

not at the girl — she didn’t know any better. not even at sunghoon, really. but at how he couldn’t say anything. couldn’t say, actually, i like someone else. actually, she’s right there. actually, i’m already hers even if we haven’t said it out loud.

couldn’t say that because he was waiting.

for her to be ready.

he got up, pretending to go get a drink from the kitchen, needing to breathe. behind him, sunghoon and jake were already moving on to a new topic, something about how hot intak looked when he bartended.

riki braced his hands on the countertop, trying not to explode.

a date? seriously? a whole planned date? and what if yn found out? what if she thought he wanted to go? what if she thought she had to give him up?

the idea alone made him feel sick.

he pulled out his phone and opened his chat with sunghoon.

riki

cancel that date.

sunghoon

??? what why bro she’s already planning her outfit

riki

i can’t go. i’m busy. tell her something. idc what. just cancel it.

sunghoon

damn you sound pressed

riki

just cancel it. don't pmo hoon please

sunghoon

no can do :) and ure like soooooo welcome btw

he shoved his phone back in his pocket with a frustrated groan.

across the room, yn saw him get up and leave. curious. her head tilted just slightly. her drink was forgotten.

she found him leaning against the sink, jaw clenched, fingers drumming anxiously against the cold marble countertop.

“hey,” yn said softly, voice barely above a whisper as she stepped into the kitchen. “you okay?”

riki turned fast—like he’d been waiting for her. his eyes were frantic, his brows drawn tightly together. “sunghoon set me up on a date.”

she blinked. “what?”

“i didn’t ask him to. he just—he asked my type and i didn’t want to say anything obvious so i just—” riki exhaled, raking a hand through his hair. “i said something dumb. and now there’s a date. like a whole-ass confirmed thing. and i told him to cancel it, i swear i did. i didn’t even talk to the girl, i didn’t even want—”

“riki,” she interrupted gently.

his mouth shut with a small click, eyes still wide, desperate.

her heart ached.

ached because he looked so genuinely wrecked over it. ached because part of her wished she could be angry or jealous or something that didn’t just feel like loss. but she couldn’t. not when it wasn’t official. not when it wasn’t anything.

so she smiled. even if it didn’t reach her eyes. “it’s okay.”

he blinked. “what?”

“you can go,” she said, trying to sound steady. “if you want to.”

“i don’t want to, yn–”

“it’s not like we’re…” her voice caught for half a second, but she forced the rest of it out. “it’s not like we’re anything anyway.”

silence.

the kind that made her stomach twist.

she gave him one last glance, one last smile — fragile and too soft around the edges — and turned before he could stop her. her fingers trembled slightly around the hem of her hoodie as she walked out of the kitchen, head ducked so no one would see the way her eyes were starting to gloss over.

riki stood frozen.

completely still, but his blood boiled.

not at her. not really. but at the situation, at the dumbass trap of unspoken rules and the slow pace and the fragile way they’d both been tiptoeing around each other for weeks. at how she smiled like she didn’t care — when he knew, he knew — she did. at how she said he could go like it wouldn’t tear her apart. at how she told him they weren’t anything when everything inside him screamed that she was everything.

his fists clenched.

how could she say that? after everything?

after the way she kissed him with trembling fingers, the way she curled into him like he was home, the way she looked at him like she was terrified and hopeful all at once?

how could she say they were nothing?

he wanted to go after her.

he wanted to yell. he wanted to pull her in and tell her she was it and that she’d been it for months and that he didn’t need to go on some stupid blind date to realise what he already knew.

but he also knew she needed space.

because she was hurting.

and if he pushed now, it would only make it worse.

so instead, he slammed the fridge door shut unnecessarily loud, muttered a curse under his breath, and stalked off to his room, ignoring sunghoon’s clueless call after him and jake’s confused “yo what just happened.”

he didn’t know what pissed him off more.

the fact that she didn’t believe she was enough for him — or the fact that he still couldn’t tell her she was.

he didn’t look at her once during the movie.

didn’t make a joke like he normally would. didn’t sneak glances her way or poke her knee to make her laugh when a scene dragged too long. he sat at the far end of the couch, legs sprawled out, hoodie drawn up over his head as he slouched like he wasn’t fully there.

and that hurt more than anything.

yn sat tucked between ness and dani, body curled in on itself, trying to focus on the screen but registering absolutely nothing. every breath she took felt heavy. her chest was tight. her hands were clammy. she kept her face neutral, the way she always did when her emotions were starting to tip, but inside?

it felt like she was being squeezed.

each second that passed without him looking over was another second she regretted everything she’d said.

she got it. loud and clear.

he didn’t want to deal with her anymore. not after that. not after she told him to go on the date. not after she said they weren’t anything when he was probably just waiting for her to want something real in the first place.

her eyes didn’t tear up. not yet. but her heart ached so loud it pulsed into her temples, the pain blooming behind her forehead like a migraine.

ness nudged her at one point, whispering something about the plot twist. yn nodded like she’d seen it, gave a small smile like she wasn’t falling apart in silence.

across the room, riki stared blankly at the screen, lips tight. he hadn’t heard a word of the movie either.

he could feel her.

could feel her just a few feet away, her quietness sharp in his ears. she always talked. always had a dumb little commentary under her breath, always leaned into his arm even when she pretended not to. and now? now she was curled away, frozen in place like she didn’t exist to him.

and he hated it.

he hated himself for doing this.

but he also didn’t know what else to do. he was angry. frustrated. sad. so in love it made him feel pathetic. and she didn’t even want to be claimed by him.

the room laughed at some joke. she didn’t. neither did he.

they were both crumbling, alone in the middle of a crowded room.

everyone was already half-passed out when the credits rolled. jake had slumped sideways on the armrest, intak had a blanket over his head like a corpse, and sunghoon was laying face-down across three cushions like he’d been tranquilized.

ness stretched with a loud yawn, announcing, “no one’s going home at this hour, bro. just crash here. we have enough space, right?”

yn nodded quickly, eyes still a little distant, her voice small but even. “yeah. dani can sleep in my bed. rollout couch for the guys.”

sunghoon groaned, his voice muffled by the cushion. “bless you, hostess with the mostess.”

“shut up,” dani mumbled, already heading toward yn’s room.

everyone shuffled off into their spots with minimal resistance, exhausted from the long day. pillows were thrown, lights dimmed, and within ten minutes, there was a steady rise and fall of soft breathing across the apartment.

except in two rooms.

yn lay awake beside dani, curled up tight toward the edge of her mattress. dani had knocked out quickly beside her, her soft snoring occasionally punctuating the otherwise still silence. but she couldn’t sleep. not when he was still out there. not when she still felt so tense, like her heart had never stopped racing since the moment he pulled away from her.

and in the room down the hall, riki sat upright on his bed, staring at his ceiling like it had answers. he was supposed to feel relieved, finally having a moment of peace and privacy after the exhausting group hangout.

but he didn’t.

he hated how cold it had been between them. hated that he was too prideful to say something. too afraid that if he did, she’d just back further away again.

he rubbed his face with both hands, muttering to himself, “you’re such a dumbass.”

maybe he should’ve just told sunghoon no right away. or told her right away. or kissed her in front of everyone and said, ‘this is who i want, are you blind?’

but instead? they were now both lying in separate rooms, both wide awake, both feeling like the other didn’t care enough. and neither one knew the other was aching just as bad.

the next morning, the apartment was filled with the clinking of spoons against ceramic bowls, the sound of the kettle whistling, and the occasional sleepy groan from jake trying to stretch out the kink in his neck.

yn had already been up. hair brushed, hoodie on, and sleeves pushed up as she moved around the kitchen with quiet ease, helping ness sort out breakfast for the crowd that had spent the night. her voice was bright—artificially so.

“good morning, dani,” she beamed, kissing her cheek as the girl shuffled out of the bedroom rubbing her eyes.

“morning, baby,” she added, grinning at ness and kissing her cheek too when she joined.

she even did her usual little dramatic greeting to intak and jake, and of course teased sunghoon with a slap to his shoulder when he complained about his back.

but riki? she didn’t even glance in his direction.

he had been standing in the doorway of the hall, watching all of it silently. the way her eyes sparkled when she laughed with dani, the way she leaned into ness’ shoulder to look at the pan of eggs. how she was doing everything she normally did—except when it came to him.

she used to greet him like that too. always kissed his cheek or whispered a soft “good morning, baby” while brushing past him on her way to the kettle. it had become their thing—small, private moments wrapped in sleepy affection before the rest of the day could get to them.

but this morning?

nothing.

she hadn’t even looked at him.

he stood frozen for a second too long before quietly slipping further into the living room, slumping on the edge of the couch beside sunghoon, who was munching cereal straight from the box like a raccoon. sunghoon gave him a sidelong glance.

“you good, bro?”

riki didn’t answer. he just nodded once and picked at the loose thread on his sleeve. he could practically feel the way her lips had brushed dani’s cheek. the same way they used to brush his.

and for the first time, he really understood what it felt like to be on the outside of her warmth. and damn, it hurt.

riki stood by the doorway of his room, fiddling with the sleeves of his shirt for the third time. he hadn’t really bothered to dress up—just a dark tee and jeans, jacket tossed over his shoulder lazily. his hair wasn’t styled the way he usually liked it, and he hadn’t even picked out shoes yet.

he was stalling.

the apartment was quiet, save for the faint sound of her laptop speakers playing some sitcom rerun. her soft laughter would rise occasionally, not as bright as usual, but there. just enough to make his chest ache.

when he finally walked out, keys in hand, he paused in the hallway, eyes locking on her.

she sat curled up on the couch, knees hugged to her chest, wearing an oversized hoodie that looked suspiciously like his. her glasses were sliding down her nose as she focused on the screen in front of her. the warm yellow lamplight made her look so soft, so… untouchably distant.

his throat felt dry.

“i’m heading out,” he said.

she didn’t even flinch. her eyes flicked to him for barely a second, then right back to her screen. her face unreadable.

“don’t wait up,” he added, voice a little more clipped, a little more irritated. a little more desperate for something from her.

still nothing.

“wasn’t planning to,” she said flatly, not even looking up.

that was it.

that was all he got from her. no teasing comment, no eye roll, no half-smile she always tried to hide when she was pretending not to care.

just cold indifference.

it hit him harder than he wanted to admit. he lingered for another second, hoping—praying—she’d look at him again. say something. give him a reason to stay.

but she didn’t. she just sniffled casually, rubbing her nose and leaning further into the couch cushion like he wasn’t even there.

he clenched his jaw, fingers curling tight around his keys.

it wasn’t fair. why was she acting like he had done something wrong when she was the one who said he could go? she’d practically pushed him into it with that fake little smile, pretending she didn’t care. pretending she was fine.

but now she wouldn’t even look at him?

he didn’t say another word. just turned on his heel and walked out, slamming the door behind him harder than necessary.

she didn’t flinch. didn’t even pause the video.

but her eyes blurred over with tears she didn’t bother wiping this time. because she had known it would feel like this. but knowing it would hurt didn’t make it hurt any less.

her fingers trembled as she tapped at her phone, vision hazy and chest tight like there was a rope around her lungs, pulling tighter and tighter.

she’d tried everything—pacing, breathing the way riki had taught her, splashing water on her face. but it wasn’t helping. nothing was helping. her heart was racing too fast and her hands wouldn’t stop shaking. her knees buckled every time she tried to stand up and it felt like her world was caving in on itself.

she slid down the kitchen counter, curling in on herself on the floor. her chest heaved, sobs bubbling up unbidden.

the apartment was too quiet. too empty. no riki murmuring reassurances. no ness’ soothing voice. just the sound of her gasping through her tears.

it had been less than 2 hours since he left and she spent those hours spiralling herself into a panic attack. ness had been out since morning and riki was probably flirting with the girl he was on the stupid date with.

it was so humiliating to even think about reaching out to him after everything. after pretending not to care. but she couldn’t help it. he was the only one who ever knew how to help. the only one who could help.

she stared at the glowing screen of her phone, thumbs hovering above the keyboard for what felt like forever.

to: riki

can you come home please? i’m sorry i just. i can’t breathe

she didn’t really expect an answer.

riki didn’t see the text immediately. because he wasn’t on the date. he never made it.

he’d walked into the cafe, spotted the girl sunghoon had talked up so much—she really was pretty, nice too, waved when she saw him—and in that split second, he knew he couldn’t do it.

not while yn was pretending not to care back home. not when he was still thinking about the way she barely looked at him when he left.

so he’d gone up to the girl, apologised softly, even offered to cover whatever she’d ordered. she looked mildly disappointed, but she nodded, thanking him for being honest.

and then he left, fast, stuffing his hands into his pockets and walking until his legs burned. he needed to not think for a while. so he found some old pc room nearby and had been there ever since, headphones half on, eyes glued to the screen, clicking away his frustration.

his phone buzzed where it sat facedown beside the monitor.

he almost ignored it.

but something tugged at him.

something sharp and gut-deep.

he flipped the phone over lazily—just in case it was sunghoon or someone nagging about the date—and the moment his eyes landed on her name, everything stilled.

and then he read the message and his heart dropped straight out of his chest.

he didn’t even hesitate.

didn’t text back. didn’t stop to think. didn’t log off.

he just stood, shoving his phone into his jacket pocket, grabbing his bag off the back of the chair as he sprinted out.

his mind was already racing ahead of him.

she couldn’t breathe. she was alone. she had asked for him.

and he hadn’t even been there.

his feet hit the pavement hard, running full tilt toward the apartment, his chest aching—but not from the exertion.

from the thought of her, struggling on her own, thinking he didn’t want to see her. thinking she’d ruin his night just by needing him.

by the time he reached the building, he was breathless and panicked, slamming into the elevator and tapping his foot frantically as it rose floor by floor.

the door to the apartment wasn’t locked.

he flung it open—

and there she was. crumpled on the floor by the kitchen, her back to the cabinets, her arms shaking as they tried to hold herself together.

“yn—”

her head jerked up, eyes wide and glassy.

and before she could say a word, he was on the floor with her, dropping to his knees, cupping her cheeks.

“hey, hey—baby, i’m here. i’m here, it’s okay—”

a sob tore out of her chest, and she crumbled into him, clutching his shirt so tightly it hurt.

“i didn’t know what else to do,” she cried, voice broken. “i didn’t think you’d come.”

“of course i’d come.” his voice cracked as he held her tighter. “always. always, yn.”

he rocked her gently, whispering every word he could remember from the last time, and the time before that. his hand rubbed slow, firm circles into her back as she gasped for air, letting the rhythm ground her.

“i didn’t go on the date,” he murmured after a while, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “couldn’t even make it through the door.”

she looked up, tear-streaked and stunned.

“why?”

he held her gaze, thumb brushing her cheek.

“because it wasn’t you.”

her voice was barely a whisper, choked and trembling.

“i’m sorry,” she rasped, shaking her head against his chest. “i was being so stupid, riki. so, so fucking stupid.”

his arms only tightened around her.

she looked up at him, tears streaming down her cheeks. “i didn’t mean it when i said we were nothing. i didn’t—i was scared and i thought i was protecting myself but i just—”

she hiccuped, then leaned up, kissing his cheek, then his jaw, frantic and soft and desperate. “i wanted more. i want so much more. i just didn’t know how to say it.”

her voice cracked mid-sentence, high and broken, and it shattered something in him.

“god—baby,” he breathed, pulling her in like he could shield her from the whole world. one of his hands slid up to cradle the back of her head, his thumb brushing along her nape. “don’t apologise. please don’t.”

she kept kissing him through sobs, every press of her lips damp with tears. “i was so scared you’d stop caring… i thought if i pretended not to care first, it’d hurt less.”

he pulled back just enough to look at her, his eyes burning with something raw.

“do you really think i could ever stop caring about you?” he asked, his voice low and urgent. “i was losing my goddamn mind trying to not touch you, not say anything. do you know how many times i wanted to grab you and just tell you—?”

she leaned forward again, pressing a trembling kiss right below his eye. “then tell me now.”

he stilled.

she looked at him through wet lashes, breathing shallow. “please.”

and he didn’t even hesitate.

“i’m in love with you, yn,” he said softly, like it was the easiest thing in the world. “i don’t want some maybe. i don’t want to pretend you’re just my roommate or just my friend. i want you. all of you.”

she exhaled sharply, then surged forward, kissing him properly this time—messy and tear-salted and aching and full of everything she hadn’t said before.

and he kissed her back like he’d been waiting a lifetime for this exact moment.

as her fingers curled in his hoodie and his hands gripped her like he couldn’t bear to let her go, her voice broke one more time—muffled against his lips.

“i love you too.”

she pulled first but barely. sniffles and breathing filled the room and then her voice floated, so soft, barely there—fragile and full of hope, like it might shatter if he didn’t catch it fast enough.

“are you…” she hesitated, her lashes fluttering as she blinked up at him. “are you my boyfriend now?”

he stilled at her question, just barely pulling back, his forehead resting against hers. their breaths mingled between them, heavy with everything that had just been said, everything still unsaid.

the question made his heart thump so loud he was sure she could hear it. and for a moment, all he could do was look at her—eyes glistening, lips swollen from crying and kissing, her whole face still flushed with emotion. god, she was so beautiful, even now.

especially now.

his thumb brushed over her cheekbone gently, and he gave a soft, almost disbelieving laugh. “you’re really asking me that right now?”

she blinked again, confused for a second before her face started to fall. “i just… i didn’t want to assume—”

“no, no—hey.” he shook his head quickly, cupping her face with both hands. “i’m not laughing because i don’t want to be. i’m laughing because i’ve wanted to be yours for so long, i can’t believe you’re the one asking me.”

she looked up at him, lips parted, breath catching.

he kissed her again—once, twice, three times—so tenderly it made her chest ache.

“i’m yours,” he said against her lips, voice a little rough, eyes unwavering. “i’ve been yours. if you’ll have me, i’ll be your boyfriend. your problem. your pain in the ass. your personal heater at night. all of it.”

a shaky smile broke across her face, eyes glassy again. “you’re so dumb.”

he grinned, brushing their noses together. “and you’re stuck with me now.”

she let out a watery laugh, pressing another kiss to the corner of his mouth. “good. i don’t want anyone else.”

his arms wrapped around her tighter at that. he buried his face into her neck, voice low, content and slightly breathless.

“then it’s official,” he mumbled. “you’re mine, baby.”

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heyy i was just able to read your jay fic finally and thank you sm i loved it!! And also hi to the other anonie i saw her reply and i agree we had similar interests as it seems so i didnt minded it all that you mixed our requests i actually loved it💗

hi cutie :3 im glad you liked it 😋