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im #obsessed with your writing! excited to read more of your works this year! xx
tysm lovely anon ૮ ․ ․ ྀིა i’m so happy you enjoy !!!

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hihi :3, i saw that you're asking for request so i hope you like it >.< ... what about jakey being a cutie golden retriever boyfriend who doesn't let his girlfriend finish her homework because he wants to kiss her (i love puppy jakey, he's soso cutee)
PUPPY LOVE ˏ 제이크 심


IN WHICHˏ jake just love love loves your attention.
boyfie!jake x fem!reader ✶ 2.3k──── est relationshipˏ clingy jakeyˏ fluffˏ overall adorbs.
the room is quiet save for the soft scratch of your pen against paper, the faint rustle of loose sheets shifting every time you reach for a different set of notes. your back rests firmly against the headboard, legs tucked under the covers for warmth, though your body remains stiff with focus. a pair of glasses sit precariously on the bridge of your nose, slipping lower each time you bow your head to read, forcing you to nudge them back up with the edge of your knuckle. it’s late—far too late for your brain to still be processing theories and case studies, but with your psychology midterm looming, there’s no room to slack. the clock on the nightstand blinks past one in the morning, it’s red digits glowing mockingly in the corner of your eye, but you don’t let yourself look at it for long.
the apartment is still and hushed, as if it, too, is drowsy from the hour. you’re so lost in your notes that you almost miss the faint sound of the front door unlocking. the click is soft, followed by the muted creak of hinges, but it barely registers in your tired mind. a pause follows, then the quiet shuffle of footsteps against the hallway floor. it’s only when the low thud of something heavy meets the ground—a bag being dropped without care—that you blink out of your study haze and lift your head.
jake stands there, framed in the doorway, looking every bit as worn out as you feel. his shoulders slump with exhaustion, hair damp and tousled like he’d only just showered at the studio before heading home. the fresh clothes he’s thrown on hang comfortably on his frame, and even from across the room you catch the familiar trace of his cologne—subtle, clean, grounding in the way only he manages. his eyes find yours instantly, heavy-lidded but brightening at the sight of you still awake.
“you’re still studying?” his voice is low, roughened with fatigue, but there’s a slight selfish relief lilt tucked into it—that you’re still awake despite the hour.
you offer a small hum in response, lips pressing into a line as you look back at the page in your lap. “midterm,” you murmur, as though that single word explains the entire scene—your glasses slipping again, the papers sprawled around you, your fingers stained faintly with ink.
he doesn’t comment further, too tired to scold or coax. instead, he pads toward the bed, each step unsteady but sure, like muscle memory is pulling him to you. without asking, without the slightest hesitation, he starts gathering the scattered sheets into a clumsy pile, ignoring your quiet protest at the disturbance to your system of organization. “jake—” you start, but your voice softens when he merely smiles lazily, shaking his head as though it doesn’t matter.
he lifts the blanket with a practiced ease, sliding under the covers and immediately curling into your space. the cool of his hair brushes against your arm as he lowers his face into your lap, seeking warmth, seeking you. the weight of his presence is immediate and familiar, the steady press of him against you like an anchor after hours spent adrift in your own mind. you can’t help the quiet sigh that slips from your lips, part exasperation, part affection, as your hand instinctively rises to brush through his still-damp strands.
he hums, satisfied, eyes already fluttering shut as he burrows closer, as though the comfort of you is all he’s been craving since the moment he left practice. “missed you,” he mumbles, voice muffled against the fabric of your shirt, and you feel the corners of your mouth curve despite yourself.
you shift a little against the headboard, trying to adjust the stack of papers in your lap so they don’t crinkle beneath jake’s cheek. he’s heavy there, his warmth seeping through the thin fabric of your pajama bottoms, but you know how drained he must be after hours of practice. the least you can do is let him rest while you squeeze in a final review. carefully, you reach for one of the loose vocabulary sheets resting at the edge of the bed, stretching your fingers so as not to disturb him too much.
but jake stirs the moment your hand leaves his hair. he groans softly, a sound so plaintive it almost makes you freeze mid-motion, and without opening his eyes, he scoots closer. his hand snakes up clumsily, finding yours before you can catch the paper, his fingers curling around your wrist with surprising determination. “mm-mm,” he mumbles into your lap, words slurred and muffled, but you catch the meaning. you don’t need to hear the exact syllables to know what he’s asking for—demanding, really. your attention, fully and wholly, without the distraction of notes or definitions.
you glance down at him, torn between affection and exasperation. “jake, baby,” you whisper, trying to soothe him as you brush your thumb across his knuckles, “just a few more minutes, okay? i need to look over my vocab one last time, then i’ll cuddle you as much as you want.”
his response is immediate: a quiet huff, his lips pressing into a pout that’s visible even with his cheek pressed against your thigh. with surprising swiftness for someone half-asleep, he smacks your hand lightly, the sound small but pointed, and then tilts his head up to glare at you through his messy fringe. his eyes are bleary, lashes sticking together, but the stubborn glint in them is impossible to miss.
“no more studying,” he mutters, voice low but firm, as if the matter is non-negotiable.
you bite back a laugh at his attempt to look intimidating, because it’s entirely undone by the softness in his expression—the puffiness of his cheeks, the crease of his brows, the way his lips tremble in that exaggerated pout. “you’re impossible,” you sigh, though the corners of your mouth are curving upward despite your best efforts.
before you can stop him, jake tightens his hold on your hand and gives it a playful tug, trying to coax you down toward him. the movement nearly sends your notes spilling to the floor, and you let out a helpless giggle as you resist, holding yourself steady against the headboard. “jake!” you scold lightly, your laughter breaking through the word, “you’re gonna ruin all my papers, my love.”
he doesn’t care. in fact, your laughter only seems to spur him on, his pout deepening as he tugs again, harder this time, his tone almost childishly pleading. “come here. just—just for a little bit.”
you shake your head, though your resolve weakens with every second you look at him. his eyes, wide and unwavering, hold you in place, and the small, petulant tug on your wrist is impossible to take seriously when it feels so endearing. still giggling under your breath, you tighten your grip on the pen in your other hand, as if pretending to be serious about your work might keep him at bay.
but jake knows you too well. he knows the exact look in your eyes when you’re about to give in, the exact waver in your voice when your protests are more playful than genuine. and he leans into that knowledge, burrowing his face deeper against your stomach, his muffled whine vibrating against you as his arms wrap tighter around your waist.
“five minutes,” he murmurs, voice husky with sleep but insistent all the same, “that’s all i need.”
and though you try to shake your head again, your laughter and the warmth in your chest betray you before any words can.
you last only a few more seconds of pretending to resist before your resolve melts completely. the weight of his pout, the warmth of his body curled around you, the way he tugs at your hand like you’re the only thing keeping him tethered—it’s all too much to fight against. with a long, theatrical sigh, you gather the scattered papers into a neat pile, pressing them down on top of your thick textbook so they don’t slide apart. carefully, you lean over to set the stack on your nightstand, making sure it’s far enough from the edge that it won’t topple in the night.
“there,” you murmur, giving jake a pointed look as you shift back into bed. “happy now?”
his only answer is the grin that spreads across his face, wide and sleepy but shining with triumph. he watches you slide down beneath the covers, eyes following every movement like he’s been waiting all night for this. when you open your arms to him, the smile softens, becoming something far more tender, and he wastes no time in scooting closer until he’s half on top of you, nestling into the space you’ve made for him.
his head rests comfortably against your chest, the gentle rhythm of your heartbeat settling him more than any pillow could. one of his hands slips under the hem of your shirt, fingers splaying across your stomach. you jolt at the sudden touch, a small squeak escaping you as the chill of his skin sends shivers up your spine.
“jake!” you whisper-shout, half scolding, half laughing as you swat lightly at his shoulder. “your hands are freezing, why wouldn’t you warn me first?”
he looks up at you with that sheepish, boyish smile you know so well, his lips tugging up at the corners even as his brows pinch together in mock apology. “sorry, baby,” he murmurs, not sounding all that sorry at all. his hand stays firmly in place, rubbing gentle circles against your skin as if he can warm himself through you alone.
you huff, though your heart betrays you by fluttering anyway. with your free hand, you reach up to flick the switch on the bedside lamp. the room falls into darkness, only the faint glow of the city seeping in through the curtains. the world feels smaller now, wrapped in shadow and silence, leaving only the two of you pressed close together.
your fingers drift into his hair, combing through the damp strands slowly, careful not to tug at the knots left behind from his shower. he hums softly in response, a sound that vibrates against your chest, low and content. the pads of your fingers massage gently against his scalp, and you can feel the way his body loosens with each touch, the last remnants of tension from his long day melting away beneath your hands.
“tell me about practice,” you murmur into the quiet, your voice hushed but clear. “how was your day?”
he sighs, a long, sleepy sound that seems to carry the weight of every rehearsal, every hour he spent perfecting routines. “tiring,” he admits, his voice muffled against your shirt. “but… it’s better now. i’m home.”
your heart squeezes at the simplicity of it, at how easily he makes you feel like the center of his world. you press your cheek to the top of his head, continuing your slow, soothing strokes through his hair, waiting patiently for him to say more. and he does—his words tumbling out lazily, small snippets of the day filtered through exhaustion, every detail softened by the comfort of being held in your arms.
the room settles into a cocoon of warmth and darkness, your hands never straying from his hair as you coax him into talking. his words come slowly, punctuated by yawns and long pauses, but he still tries for your sake. he tells you about the grueling choreography they repeated over and over, about how his legs felt like lead by the end of practice. his voice softens when he mentions how proud he felt of the members for keeping each other motivated, a small chuckle slipping from his lips as he recalls sunghoon tripping during a turn and laughing it off. you hum in all the right places, letting him know you’re listening, even as his sentences begin to blur together, his thoughts straying off mid-story only to circle back lazily a few moments later.
you notice the shift almost immediately—the way his voice dips quieter, the edges of his words slurring as exhaustion takes its hold. the hand on your stomach loosens, his fingers slack against your skin. when you glance down, your heart warms at the sight of his eyes fluttering shut, lashes brushing his cheeks as though even trying to keep them open is too much effort. his lips part slightly, soft breaths spilling out in uneven rhythms until, eventually, the faintest sound of snores begins to escape him.
you can’t help the tender smile that tugs at your lips. he looks so peaceful now, nothing like the tired boy who stumbled into your room an hour ago, weighed down by practice and responsibility. his face is unguarded, softened into something almost childlike, and you feel an ache of affection swell in your chest.
careful not to wake him, you lower your head and press the lightest kiss to his forehead, lingering there for a heartbeat longer than necessary. his skin is cool beneath your lips, but you can feel the warmth radiating from his body as he clings unconsciously closer, tucking himself against you as though you’re his safe place.
with your free hand, you tug the covers higher, draping them over both of you until the room is wrapped in a cocoon of fabric and shared body heat. you shift slightly, adjusting yourself just enough to be comfortable, then curl one arm protectively around his shoulders. his breathing evens out almost instantly, deepening with the security of your embrace.
your own eyelids grow heavier with each passing moment, the weight of the day finally catching up to you now that your notes are forgotten and his warmth surrounds you. still, before surrendering fully to sleep, you tilt your head just enough to whisper softly into the dark, the words brushing the air like a secret.
“i love you.”
you know he won’t respond—he’s too far gone, lost to dreams—but that doesn’t stop the words from slipping out, nor does it dull the meaning behind them. and with the sound of his steady snores as your lullaby, you finally let your eyes close, allowing sleep to claim you at last.
A/Nˏ hii lovely, tysm for requesting! i hope you enjoy! (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)
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LOVE ME NOT ✶ ot7

𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝒊𝐎──their reaction to having a clingy gf.
❪ ✿𝟕𝟐𝟖 ❫ 𓂃 fem.rea ˊᗜˋ fluff, kissing, skinship, pet names ❝ 𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒒𝒖𝒆.
reblogs ◜ᴗ◝ smoochie!
LEE HEESEUNG
You just can’t seem to let go of Heeseung’s hand. You don’t even mean to, but your fingers always absentmindedly intertwine with his. You can’t help yourself—something about your palms and fingers embracing made your tummy flutter and brought you warmth that you’ve never felt before. You could hold his hand even if he’s busy doing his own thing, but he doesn’t argue.
He chuckles at how you almost never seem to notice that you’re doing it, bringing your intertwined hand up to his lips so he could kiss it.
“You really can’t let go, huh Angel?”
PARK JONSEONG
Like a lost puppy, you follow Jay everywhere around the house. He could be doing something as simple as getting a glass of water from the kitchen, and you’re right on his heels. A big part of you refused to even spend a second away from him—so it felt natural to trail behind him everywhere.
He notices your every move too, hearing the sheets shuffling as you get out of bed right when he did to go after him. He pretends to sigh when he sees your sleepy figure standing behind him, but he secretly loved how tenacious you were.
“My pretty girl can’t last a second without me, hm?”
SIM JAEYUN
Your hands constantly wrap around Jake’s neck. Whether it be to pull him in for a quick kiss, or simply to keep him close—you found your hands snaking around them more times than there are hours in a day.
He stands right in front of you as you block his way into the shared bedroom, simply because you have other plans—that being to hug him until he melts. Your hands wrap around his nape, gently pulling so his head can come down and you can press a kiss to his cheek while you cling onto him like a koala.
“Baby... you’re making it impossible for me to move.”
PARK SUNGHOON
You’re obsessed with kissing Sunghoon—quite literally because you can’t help but ask him for a kiss every few minutes. Despite how cold he may act with affection, he will never shy away from kissing you because he knows that it’s exactly what gets you weak and flustered.
All he can hear every five minutes is, “Hoon? Kiss?”, in which he always ends up attaching his lips with yours in a heated yet loving kiss. A small smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth, taking notice of your flushed cheeks and the giggle you failed to suppress.
“Princess, you’re insufferable... but okay, one more.”
KIM SEONWOO
Whether you’re out in public or resting at home with Sunoo, you absolutely refuse to sit anywhere unless it’s right beside him. You can’t help yourself from wanting to be glued at the hip with him—being as close as you can, just so you can feel the warmth and reassurance of his skin.
He chuckles at your clinginess, but finds himself leaning closer and closer to you—almost as if you’re a void that sucks him right in.
“I guess this seat is just ours now, sweetheart.”
YANG JUNGWON
Your shoulder rests on Jungwon’s broad shoulder every chance you get. It felt firmer than a regular pillow, but you considered it your personal one. No matter where you are—on the bus, couch, bed—your head leans against Jungwon’s shoulder, eyes fluttering as his muscle mushes your cheek.
He never gets over it either, the “calm and composed” act immediately snapping in half as his face flushes crimson. It eventually wears off and he’ll even gently play with your hair to help you doze off on him.
“You tired, honey?”
NISHIMURA RIKI
When you and Niki walk together, your arm unintentionally links with his every time. He wasn’t too fond of displaying any form of affection or touch in public—but for you, he’d nearly do anything. He let you grab onto his arm and bicep as much as you wanted to when walking, keeping him close.
He’ll tease just to get a reaction out of you, but when you take it literal, he’ll immediately tell you to hold onto him again—because in secret, he likes it as much as you do... maybe even more.
“Don’t pull away, babe... I like it.”
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one more request to go! mightttt start writing for cortis as well, seonghyeon is such a cutie pie!! ˃̵ᴗ˂̵
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requesting anything with jungwon besties to lovers…. :3
1&ONLY ˏ 양정원


IN WHICHˏ your presence lingers in every breath he takes.
best friend!jungwon x fem!reader ✶ 2.9k──── friends to loversˏ roomie wonnieˏ college auˏ fluffˏ shy confessionsˏ long-term mutual pining.
the hallway light hums softly above you, its glow casting a warm sheen over the scattered notebooks and open textbooks that sprawl between you and jungwon. the two of you sit cross-legged on the wooden floor just outside your bedrooms, backs brushing against the cool wall, knees angled slightly toward each other as though it’s instinctual. the silence that hangs between you isn’t awkward—not in the slightest. it’s the kind of quiet that feels earned, woven together by years of familiarity, stitched into late nights like this one where the world outside your apartment doesn’t seem to exist.
your highlighter is uncapped, resting between your fingers, while your eyes skim the bold terms from your anatomy notes. occasionally, you whisper a word under your breath, pausing to mouth the syllables as though tasting them for the first time, even after pronouncing them repeatedly. beside you, jungwon’s dark hair falls forward as he bends over his engineering textbook, one elbow resting casually against his knee. his pencil is still, though—he hasn’t written anything for a while. you wonder, not for the first time, if he’s really studying or if he’s just listening to you.
the quiet stretches. you glance up, and the sight you meet is a familiar one: jungwon’s profile lit by the dim light, brows drawn in mild concentration, lashes casting delicate shadows over his cheekbones. his mouth curves faintly, as though he knows you’re watching but refuses to say anything. you look away, swallowing down a smile as you force your eyes back to the page.
a soft thud breaks the silence as jungwon closes his textbook, leaning back against the wall with a long exhale. his arms stretch above his head, the sleeves of his worn hoodie slipping back just enough to reveal the length of his wrists. he yawns, the sound muffled, then tilts his head to peer at your notes.
“say that one again,” he murmurs, voice low and rough from hours of silence.
you blink down at the word under your finger, trying once more. the syllables stumble from your lips, choppy and uneven, like an orchestra out of tune. jungwon snorts, his eyes glinting with mischief as he leans closer.
“not even close,” he teases, exaggerating his own attempt at the word with such a serious expression that you can’t help but laugh quietly, the sound bubbling out despite your best effort to hold it back.
“here,” you say softly, lips tugging into a smile as you repeat the word, slow and careful this time, the proper pronunciation rolling more smoothly off your tongue.
jungwon hums in approval, the sound so gentle it sends warmth curling through your chest. his shoulder brushes yours when he leans back against the wall again, and though he doesn’t say anything more, you can feel the way his presence lingers—steady, comforting, unspoken in its closeness. and in that quiet, in the shared laughter and whispered words, you feel that you’re studying far more than anatomy; that you’re memorizing the curve of his smile, the cadence of his voice, the way he looks at you like you’ve been his answer all along.
you push your textbook closed with a soft thud, the sound reverberating faintly in the quiet hallway. a slow exhale escapes you, a mixture of relief and exhaustion, and you shift on the hardwood floor before letting your hand reach out to tug jungwon to his feet with you. his fingers brush yours briefly, casual but electric, and he chuckles quietly, low and amused, letting himself be guided toward the kitchen.
“what’s the emergency?” he asks, his voice still drowsy from hours of studying, eyes following your every movement with an intensity that makes your stomach flutter. you shrug, smiling softly to yourself.
“leftover takeout was calling my name,” you say, sliding open the fridge door. the containers glint under the fridge light like small treasures, waiting patiently. jungwon leans slightly on the counter, chin resting on one hand, still watching you with that steady, careful gaze, like he’s trying to memorize every subtle gesture without needing to speak.
you grab two plates, the cool ceramic solid in your hands, and fetch two sets of chopsticks from the drawer. setting the takeout containers on the counter, you watch as jungwon opens his container first, scooping the remaining portions onto his plate with precision, then mimicking the motion when it’s your turn. you slide your plate into the microwave, the warmth of the kitchen wrapping around you both as you prepare two glasses of water, fingers brushing briefly against his as you hand him one.
“so,” he begins, voice low and easy, leaning against the counter, “how many times did you get that one anatomy term wrong before you finally nailed it?”
you laugh softly, shaking your head. “more than i’d like to admit. you have no idea how hard it is to remember words that sound like they belong in another language.”
“hmm,” jungwon murmurs, tilting his head thoughtfully, “maybe you just need someone to say them with you. for moral support.” his lips twitch into a teasing smile, and you feel a warmth curl through your chest at the casual intimacy of his presence.
the microwave dings, and you retrieve your plate, setting it carefully in front of you. jungwon follows suit a minute later, sliding his plate beside yours. you both sit on the stools, chopsticks poised, the quiet punctuated by the soft scrape of utensils against plates.
“do you ever think about how weird it is,” you say, glancing at him, “that we’ve spent years in the same space, like literally inches apart sometimes, and still—” you pause, searching for the right words, “—we don’t get tired of each other?”
jungwon studies you for a beat, expression softening. “i think,” he says slowly, “that maybe it’s because we actually notice each other. not just see, but… see.” his words hang between you, comfortable and meaningful all at once.
you smile, the kind of smile that lingers long after it’s shared, and for a moment the air between you feels suspended, warm and steady, the familiarity of years folding around you both like a blanket. conversation flows easily, punctuated by small laughter, teasing remarks about the microwave’s tendency to overheat food, and shared critiques of the exam questions that loom in your textbooks back in your room. each exchange is casually intimate, the kind that only comes from the quiet, steady accumulation of time spent together—countless hours sharing silence and presence in equal measure.
jungwon reaches across to refill your water glass without a word, and your hand brushes his again. you don’t pull away, letting the comfort of this small, effortless closeness settle around you like sunlight through the kitchen window. the moment feels infinite, stretched across years of unspoken affection, mutual understanding, and the soft gravity of being utterly seen by someone who has always been by your side.
the silence stretches, soft and fragile, like a thread you’re both afraid to break. the only sounds are the quiet rhythm of your breaths and the faint clink of your chopsticks when they touch the edge of your plate. the kitchen light hums low above, warm and steady, but jungwon doesn’t look at you. his gaze stays fixed on his plate, chopsticks poised but unmoving, as though he’s gathering the courage to breathe.
“i…” his voice is barely above a whisper, the word slipping out before he can stop it. he swallows, shifting slightly, his shoulders tensing. “i need to tell you something.”
you glance at him, patient and steady, waiting.
he exhales slowly, almost shakily, and his eyes stay stubbornly on his food. “i don’t even know how to start,” he murmurs, lips pulling into a small, nervous smile. “but it’s been sitting in me for so long that i can’t hold it anymore.”
his chopsticks rest on the edge of the plate now, forgotten, as he leans back slightly, his free hand curling into a loose fist on the counter. “every time you’re in the room, my heart—” he stops, letting out a soft laugh that sounds more like surrender than amusement. “it’s ridiculous. it races, like i’m sixteen again and i don’t know what to do with myself. and it’s not just once in a while—it’s every single time. every time i hear your laugh, or you call my name, or even when you’re just… quiet. i feel it. like i can’t believe i get to be near you.”
you stay quiet, your gaze never leaving his face.
“i’ve felt this way for years,” he admits, his voice smaller now, as if the words themselves are fragile. “and i didn’t say anything because—” he hesitates, lips pressing together. “because i didn’t want to ruin what we have. you’re… you’re everything to me. the person i trust most, the one who makes this place feel like home. i thought if i said something and it wasn’t what you wanted, i’d lose all of that. and i couldn’t risk it.”
he finally lifts his eyes, hesitant, like he’s scared of what he’ll find in your expression. the kitchen light catches on his lashes, the faint blush painting his cheeks, the raw vulnerability in his dark eyes.
“but i can’t keep pretending anymore,” he finishes softly, almost pleading. “you’re perfect in every way i can imagine. you’re—” his voice wavers, and he breathes out again, steadying himself. “you’re the only one. the only person i want, the only person who’s ever felt like enough. and if you don’t feel the same, i’ll accept it, i swear, but i couldn’t stay quiet another second. not with you right here.”
the silence that follows is different now—thicker, heavier, charged with the weight of years unspoken. you can see every nervous flicker in his expression, the way his fingers fidget against the counter as though searching for something to hold onto.
your lips curl into a small, tender smile, and though you say nothing yet, your eyes never leave his face. you catch the deep pink rising across his cheeks, the unguarded way he’s looking at you now—like he’s handed you his heart, trembling, and is waiting to see if you’ll take it.
you let the silence linger just long enough for him to start fidgeting, his eyes darting back to his plate as though the streak of sauce left behind could save him from the weight of his own confession. but you don’t let him retreat. instead, you slowly reach across the counter, your fingers brushing against the back of his hand before settling over it with a gentle firmness. his skin is warm, his knuckles tense, but at your touch he stills, finally daring to look up at you.
“jungwon,” you say softly, your thumb grazing the ridge of his hand in quiet reassurance, “i cannot express how happy this makes me.”
his eyes widen slightly, like the words alone are too much for him to process. the faint blush already on his cheeks deepens, spreading to the tips of his ears. you smile, tender and unhurried, your voice steady despite the nervous flutter in your chest.
“i’ve… felt this way since we first met,” you continue, the words spilling out after years of being held in place. “you’ve always been so sweet to me, in ways you probably don’t even realize. it was so easy to fall for you, and at first i didn’t know what to do with those feelings. i kept telling myself i should just be grateful for what we had—that being your friend, your roommate, the person who got to share all this time with you—was already more than enough.”
your hand squeezes his lightly, grounding both of you. “but i always wanted more,” you admit, your voice dropping to almost a whisper. “i wanted to hold your hand like this, to stay close to you in ways i didn’t think i was allowed to. and yet… i was terrified. terrified that if i reached too far, i might lose you completely. so i taught myself to be content, even when all i wanted was to love you openly.”
you catch the subtle change in him as the tension bleeds from his body. his shoulders loosen, his lips part in a shaky exhale, and then—finally—his face brightens with the smile you know so well, the one that pulls his dimples deep into his cheeks. it’s wide, almost boyish, and tinged with embarrassment, but radiant nonetheless.
he lets out a quiet laugh, scratching the back of his neck with his free hand, his eyes glinting with equal parts relief and disbelief. “if i had known you felt like this,” he says, shaking his head at himself, “i wouldn’t have been such a coward. i would’ve confessed way sooner. and definitely not here, at our kitchen counter, two days before one of the biggest exams of our lives.” his voice cracks with the smallest hiss of self-consciousness, and he ducks his head slightly, as if the overhead light has suddenly become too bright.
you can’t help but giggle, the sound spilling into the warm air between you. “you’re ridiculous,” you tease lightly, though your smile is soft, glowing. “the setting doesn’t matter, wonnie. you could’ve told me anywhere, in any way, and i’d still feel just as happy as i do right now. i’m just… i’m overwhelmed with joy that i finally get to tell you too. that i don’t have to keep it locked away anymore.”
his hand tightens around yours, deliberate and steady this time, as if sealing your words into something solid. the kitchen feels impossibly small now, your shared laughter and confessions filling every corner, wrapping the two of you in something brighter than the soft glow of the light above. and for the first time in years, there’s no fear between you—just the quiet certainty of two hearts that had been waiting, all this time, for each other.
jungwon suddenly pushes back from his stool with so much force that it scrapes loudly against the floor, the sound startling you into blinking at him. before you can even ask what he’s doing, he’s darting around the counter with a burst of boyish energy, his socks sliding against the hardwood. he nearly slips, stumbling with a quick laugh as his hand slaps against the cool edge of the marble countertop to steady himself. his grin only grows wider, mischief sparking in his eyes as he lowers himself down onto one knee right in front of you.
his gaze finds yours, shimmering, and though there’s a clear playfulness tugging at his lips, his voice drops into a tone of comical seriousness. “will you,” he begins, clearing his throat dramatically, “do me the honor of making me the luckiest man in the world… by being my girlfriend?”
your hand flies to your mouth, a gasp escaping before it melts into a laugh. you play along, wide-eyed and feigning shock, your head nodding frantically as though overcome by emotion. “yes,” you breathe out between giggles, your shoulders shaking. “yes, yes, a thousand times yes!”
his smile bursts into something so radiant it nearly knocks the air from your lungs. before you can say another word, he’s up in a flash, his hands slipping easily around your waist as he lifts you off the stool. you squeal, your arms wrapping tightly around his neck as he spins you around in the middle of the kitchen, both of you laughing so hard that your stomachs ache. the world seems to blur around you, nothing but the warmth of his hold and the sound of his joy ringing in your ears.
when he finally sets you down, both of you are breathless, laughter still tumbling freely. the sound blends together seamlessly, filling the quiet apartment with something bright and unshakable. you lean against the counter for balance, grinning so wide your cheeks hurt.
“a marriage proposal already?” you tease, your tone laced with fond amusement. “don’t you think that’s a little over the top?”
jungwon’s grin only deepens, his dimples flashing as he tilts his head, feigning thoughtfulness. “i’m just preparing for the inevitable,” he replies, his voice filled with playful conviction.
your laugh bubbles out again, softer this time, touched with something more tender. “you’re probably right,” you admit, shaking your head with mock exasperation. “the time will come.”
his eyes light up at your words, as if they’ve become a secret promise he’ll hold onto forever. without warning, he swoops you up into his arms again, this time cradling you bridal-style. you let out another surprised squeal, instinctively clutching at his shoulders as he steadies you against his chest.
“jungwon!” you yelp, though your laughter gives you away.
but he’s already charging down the hallway, socks skidding against the floor, nearly losing his balance as he shouts with gleeful abandon, “she said yes!” his voice echoes against the walls, triumphant and wild, a declaration he wants the whole world to hear.
you laugh so hard that tears prick the corners of your eyes, breathless as you try to scold him between gasps. “our neighbors are going to file noise complaints!” you manage, though you make no attempt to quiet him, no attempt to escape his arms. instead, you look up at him, admiring the pure, unfiltered joy spilling from him like sunlight.
he almost stumbles again, the two of you tilting dangerously before he steadies himself with a sharp laugh, but even then he doesn’t slow. he just holds you tighter, chest rising and falling quickly, his happiness too big to contain. and as you cling to him, your laughter tangled with his shouts, you realize that this—this chaotic, dizzying, overwhelming joy—is the kind of love you’d been waiting for all along.
A/Nˏ i originally wanted to scrap, but got inspiration to finish after a day of trying to think of an ending. i hope you enjoy lovely anon ! •⩊•
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lovieeee, can u write about jungwon and reader? like, reader last relationship was not good, the boy was kinda toxic and mean to her, and now she's with jungwon. she's happy with him, but still have traumas from her last relationship, and jungwon is really patient and gentle and caring. he's on her side helping her to move on from these traumas, and this boy is so in love with her :(((( like, he looks at her like he's looking to the stars :((((
MY SUN, MY STAR ˏ 양정원


IN WHICHˏ you are the center of his universe.
boyfie!jungwon x f!reader ✶ 1.6k──── est relationshipˏ sweetheart wonnieˏ mention of past toxic relationshipˏ tiny bit of angstˏ fluff.
the night air is cool, crisp, and sweet with the faint scent of pine. above you, the sky stretches endlessly, scattered with stars that shimmer like a thousand secrets waiting to be discovered. you lie on your back in the middle of a quiet clearing jungwon had led you to earlier, tucked deep within the forest where no one else dares to wander this late. the grass tickles your bare arms and neck, but the sensation is softened by the warmth of jungwon’s presence beside you. his fingers are laced with yours, his thumb moving in slow, gentle strokes across the back of your hand, each pass sending a trail of warmth fluttering through your chest.
“look,” he whispers, lifting his free hand to point at a cluster of stars twinkling just above the treetops. “that one looks like… a bunny, don’t you think?”
you squint up at the sky, tilting your head. “a bunny? that looks more like… a crooked spoon.”
his laugh— light and unrestrained— spills out into the clearing, blending with the soft chorus of crickets hidden in the underbrush. the sound makes your chest feel impossibly full, as though your heart can’t quite contain the joy of it. jungwon rolls onto his side, propping his head on his arm so he can look at you more closely, his black eyes gleaming with amusement.
“a spoon?” he teases, brushing a stray blade of grass off your shoulder with the hand that isn’t holding yours. “that’s such a boring answer.”
“not everyone sees bunnies in the stars,” you counter, though your lips betray you by curving into a smile.
jungwon grins, a boyish, lopsided smile that makes him look like he carries the whole universe in his pocket just to hand it to you. he squeezes your hand lightly before turning his gaze back toward the heavens. “fine. Then you tell me what you see.”
you hum softly, letting your eyes drift over the constellations. “that one,” you point, tracing an invisible line between three faint stars. “it looks like a kite. the kind kids fly on windy days.”
he hums thoughtfully, lips quirking. “a kite, huh? i like that. you’re better at this than I am.”
the admission makes you chuckle, and the two of you fall into an easy rhythm of pointing, comparing, and laughing at the strange shapes you invent among the stars. at one point, jungwon insists a particular cluster looks exactly like a puppy, and you laugh so hard you have to press your free hand to your stomach.
when your laughter finally fades, the night settles around you again, quiet and soft. jungwon shifts closer until his shoulder brushes yours, the warmth of his body grounding you in the cool air. he lets out a content sigh, the sound almost as tender as the way his thumb continues to sweep over your skin.
“i could stay here forever,” he murmurs, his voice low but clear, as though he’s speaking more to the stars than to you. then he glances at you, his expression softening into something that makes your chest tighten. “as long as you’re beside me.”
the words melt into you like starlight, delicate and bright, and you squeeze his hand back— silent, but full of everything you want him to know.
you shift slightly on the grass, still lying on your back, your gaze lingering on the stars above as if they might somehow help you find the right words. your voice is barely audible, almost swallowed by the night, but jungwon catches it from the straying wind with ease.
“you’re so kind to me,” you murmur, thumb brushing lightly against the back of his hand in a nervous rhythm. “i… i still can’t wrap my head around the fact that you chose me.”
jungwon turns his head just enough to meet your eyes, his expression gentle and open, curiosity sparkling in his gaze. “why do you say that?” he asks softly, his tone tender, not because he doubts you, but because he genuinely wants to understand the depths of your thoughts.
you take a slow breath, staring at a faint constellation above. “it’s… it’s hard to explain,” you begin, voice shaking slightly, but steadier with each word. “after my last relationship— it wasn’t healthy. it was full of toxicity, and i didn’t even realize how much it had worn me down until it was too late to undo the damage.” you hesitate, your chest tightening at the memory, though you don’t go into detail. “i guess… i was left thinking that i wasn’t… deserving of love, or maybe… that i’d never feel safe letting someone care for me.”
jungwon doesn’t move. he doesn’t interrupt. his thumb continues it’s gentle, soothing strokes over your hand, and his eyes remain fixed on your face, absorbing every nuance of your words— the tremor in your voice, the way your gaze flits nervously between stars and him. the quiet of the forest seems to cradle your confession, allowing it to unfold slowly without judgment.
“but then you came along,” you whisper, your voice barely above the rustle of the wind through the leaves. “and you showed me what it feels like to be truly loved, to be… cherished without fear, without pretending, without doubt. you made me feel like i’m… actually deserving of happiness.”
a soft, almost inaudible sigh escapes jungwon, warm and steady, as though the night itself is listening alongside him. “you’ve always been worthy,” he says, voice low and unwavering, carrying the weight of every star above you, every secret he would keep for you, every promise he would never break. “i chose you… because you are you. all of you. every part i get to love, i want to protect.”
your chest tightens, a mix of relief, warmth, and something brighter— something you had almost forgotten could exist. you let your thumb rest over his, still entwined, feeling the steady reassurance of his hand against yours, grounding you, reminding you that this is real. that he is real.
“i just… i never thought someone like you could… care for someone like me,” you admit softly, words catching slightly in the cool night air.
jungwon smiles, quiet and steady, tilting his head closer so his forehead nearly brushes yours. “someone like you?” he teases gently, though there’s no mockery in his tone. “you mean someone like you— kind, strong, endlessly wonderful… someone i’d never let go of.”
your heart skips a beat, the world narrowing to the sincerity etched into every curve of jungwon’s expression. the way his dark eyes linger on you— steady, unwavering, brimming with quiet adoration— makes it impossible to look away. there’s no hesitation, no shadow of doubt, only the kind of tenderness that feels almost unreal. your lips part in a small, shaky exhale before they curl into a smile, soft and involuntary, as though it blooms entirely on it’s own. the relief of his words sinks into you like warmth after a long winter, filling spaces you hadn’t realized were still frozen.
jungwon’s smile deepens at the sight, that same lopsided, dimpled grin that never fails to unravel you. it’s as if he hasn’t just reshaped your entire world with a handful of quiet, honest words— as if speaking them had been as natural as breathing to him. he shifts closer without breaking your gaze, his movements unhurried, unassuming, but weighted with intent. his shoulder brushes fully against yours now, his warmth seeping through the cool of the night, and then he leans in, pressing a featherlight kiss to your forehead. the touch is gentle, reverent, lingering just long enough for your chest to ache with how much it means.
the forest seems to sigh with you as he pulls back, the soft chorus of crickets weaving itself into the silence that follows. it isn’t an empty quiet— it’s full, heavy with the comfort of simply being. you both lie there, gazes drifting skyward again, hands still intertwined as though neither of you ever intend to let go. the stars scatter endlessly above, a blanket of silver fire stretched across an infinite black canvas, and in their presence you feel both impossibly small and unshakably safe.
minutes slip by in the kind of peace that feels rare, treasured. you let yourself breathe him in— the faint scent of pine tangled with the warmth of his skin, the steady rhythm of his thumb tracing circles against your hand, the rise and fall of his chest as if synced to yours. each detail roots you deeper in the moment, until the rest of the world ceases to exist beyond this clearing.
it’s jungwon who breaks the quiet, though his voice is low, threaded with the same softness as the night. “you know,” he begins, turning his head just slightly so he can watch you as much as the stars, “i think i finally understand what it means when people say they’ve found their home.” he pauses, eyes flickering skyward again. “it’s not a place. it’s not the stars, or the trees, or even the sky itself.” his grip on your hand tightens gently, his thumb brushing with more purpose now. “it’s this— being here with you.”
you swallow against the lump forming in your throat, your heart thrumming like the distant wings of a bird in flight. his words anchor themselves deep inside you, settling with the kind of permanence that feels unshakable, like they were always meant to be spoken here, under this stretch of starlight.
then, with a small smile that curves tenderly at the corners of his lips, jungwon tilts his face toward yours once more, his eyes gleaming with that same infinite adoration. “my sun,” he whispers, the words carrying softly into the night, “my star.”
and with the heavens above bearing witness, you realize there is no greater constellation than the one the two of you create together.
A/Nˏ my first request! ˶ˊᜊˋ˶ i hope you enjoy lovely anon!!
© jungwooni 2025. all rights reserved.
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three upcoming fics in the stirring pot ૮ ․ ․ ྀིა i hopee to have one request finished by tonight. bare with me though, school and volleyball season has just started!
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HANDS ALL OVER ★ touchy boyfriends



𝗔𝗟𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗡𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗩𝗘𝗟𝗬───── 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗒 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅, 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗆𝗒 𝖽𝖺𝗒, 𝗉𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝖾
❪ 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄 ❫ 𝟎𝟗𝟐𝟏 ───── bf enhypen x female reader 𖥔 established relationship non–idol au 𝘄 。 kissing skinship suggestive 芸 REBLOG4AKISS
𝗟𝗘𝗘 𝗛𝗘𝗘𝗦𝗘𝗨𝗡𝗚
heeseung really can't take his hands off you for his own good. he always has an arm around your hips or keeps his hand on your shoulder in that lowkey possessive way that makes you go completely nuts every time. the thing is—he likes people to know you're his and he thrives in that knowledge.
“hee, i can't walk if you squeeze me like that...” you complain to him, a hand on his chest in a weak attempt to get him off you at least while crossing the street. needless to say, you get the exact opposite result. heeseung's hand presses even more into your waist, gluing you to his side like he wants you to be a part of him.
“can't do, my angel,” he says, a satisfied smirk tugging at his lips “i like having you close.”
𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗞 𝗝𝗢𝗡𝗚𝗦𝗘𝗢𝗡𝗚
you're not sure if jay realises how much he craves your touch any time of the day. like a habit he picked up from breathing, his hand finds the small of your back when you're sitting side by side, his palm rests on your thigh while he's driving. he does it absentmindedly, no matter where you are.
“jay, later...” you feel your cheeks burning at the stares you're getting from the people in line “there's people watching.” he looks at you with a clueless expression, his thumb stroking your skin dangerously close to your breast area. he seems to have no idea about the internal storm he's causing you, and you chuckle at him.
“what?” he murmurs “are you feeling shy?” a sly smile appears on his lips, finally catching on.
𝗦𝗜𝗠 𝗝𝗔𝗘𝗬𝗨𝗡
jake's love language is definitely full-body cuddling. and he can't live a moment without it. even if you're busy, with cooking or working on your laptop, expect him to hug you from behind, his head planted firmly on your shoulder. it's his 'distraction time', as he likes to call it. except it happens every five minutes.
“aak—! jake, let me go!” you scream as his big hands grab your waist and lift you effortlessly from the chair. he's grinning like an idiot, just enjoying the sound of your hysterical giggles when he playfully tickles your belly in response. “you worked hard, it's time for a well deserved break” he says in a serious tone.
“oh, and that involves cuddling you?” you raise an eyebrow at him. he smirks “... obviously!”
𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗞 𝗦𝗨𝗡𝗚𝗛𝗢𝗢𝗡
on the exterior, sunghoon looks like a reserved man. you'd never guess that he feels weird whenever he isn't touching you. he's particularly obsessed with your hands, so much that you learned how to do everything one-handed because this man will look at you like a kicked puppy if you ever dare to let go of his hand.
“where are you going?” he grabs your wrist and looks at you with big shiny eyes. “hoon, it's late and i have to wake up early tomorrow morning...” you swear he visibly sinks deeper into the couch when the words leave your mouth. he grabs your hand again and begins creeping up your arm with small kissing.
“don't go yet...” he murmurs, nuzzling deep into your neck. “stay a bit more... please.”
𝗞𝗜𝗠 𝗦𝗨𝗡𝗢𝗢
he's the biggest fan of small touches of affection. he likes brushing your hair behind your ear—a subtle way to initiate closeness. or he always interlocks your pinky with his under the table when you're out with other people for dinner, then flashes you a fake innocent smile when you look at him with blushing cheeks.
“hey, that tickles!” you squirm under his touch, giggles filling your room. he's lazily drawing shapes on your stomach while you're both laying down on your bed, just resting. his laugh joins yours, and he shakes his head at you. “you're ticklish everywhere” he complains with a fond smile.
“i'm not!” you gasp in mock offence and he quickly kisses your pout away, chuckling.
𝗬𝗔𝗡𝗚 𝗝𝗨𝗡𝗚𝗪𝗢𝗡
jungwon doesn’t care where you are or who’s around—if he wants to hold your hand, he’s holding it. he’ll playfully swing your arms while you walk, intertwining your fingers and never letting go until you're back home. if you're not walking, he traces circles on the back of your hand and grins like an idiot in love.
“babe, come closer” he calls you, not even giving you a full second before pulling you against him by your wrist or your sleeve. you land on top of him and he lets out a quiet “oof—”, but you know he's right in the place he wants to be. it's clear by the way his eyes become thinner and thinner as his smile grows.
“there you are” he grins up at you, circling your waist with his arms “perfect.”
𝗡𝗜𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗠𝗨𝗥𝗔 𝗥𝗜𝗞𝗜
everybody knows that ni-ki can't stop touching you, not even when he's teasing you. he'll sneak his icy-cold fingers under your shirt just to hear you yelp, then pull you into a hug with the excuse of warming you up. he always squeezes your waist gently when you're walking side by side just to see your adorable annoyed face.
“nishimura riki!” you gasp, giving him a light smack on his arm as soon as you feel his hand slip into the back pocket of your jeans. he lets out a silent laugh, clearly very satisfied and not once regretting his actions. “what? it personally invited me, i can swear it!” he poorly tries to find an excuse, but he's not even really trying.
“you're a menace.” “well, i'm your menace” he whispers, pulling you in for a 'forgive me'-kiss.
밤비 : in honour of my lovely bf who can't keep his hands off me much to my skinship hater displeasure (jk love him)
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i WILL be cracking james from cortis😂😂😂🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻
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Unfortunately Obsessed ❀ p.sh



Bf!Sunghoon x Bimbo!Gf!Reader fem!reader
wc; 1.3k...enjoy! req. ❀
The heat was the kind that made the air shimmer above the pavement, the kind that pressed against your skin like a clingy blanket. You didn’t really mind it though; it gave you the perfect excuse to wear your tiny pink sundress and your matching glossy lip gloss that smelled faintly of strawberries.
Sunghoon, on the other hand, looked like he was melting.
“Why do you look so… normal right now?” you asked, tilting your head as he walked out of the convenience store with two ice-cold bottles of water. Even in ninety-degree weather, he wore his usual simple white shirt tucked into black shorts, hair pushed back neatly.
“I am normal,” he replied, holding one bottle out to you. His voice was dry, though not nearly as dry as his expression.
You pouted, taking it with a soft thank you before pressing the cold plastic to your cheek. “But you don’t even sweat! You’re like… a robot or something. Meanwhile, I’m over here literally melting like ice cream.”
His lips quirked just slightly, and you swore it was almost a smile. Almost. “Maybe you should’ve worn something less…” His eyes swept over you—slow, deliberate, then lingered. “…pink.”
“Less pink?” You gasped like he’d just committed a crime. “Hoonie, pink is like—my whole thing. If I stop wearing pink, who even am I?”
“Someone cooler?”
You flicked his arm in protest, but he barely flinched. He never did. Sunghoon was made of ice and composure, and you… well, you were glitter and sunshine, loud giggles and glossy lips.
The two of you settled on a bench outside the store. You crossed your legs, the hem of your dress riding up, and Sunghoon immediately noticed. He didn’t say anything, but his hand brushed against your thigh, casual but protective. You leaned into him, sipping your water dramatically like it was a cocktail.
“Babe,” you said suddenly, breaking the silence. “If we were, like, a summer drink… I’d totally be a strawberry milkshake, and you’d be… um…” You squinted, thinking hard. “An iced Americano! Bitter but hot.”
Sunghoon tilted his head, finally letting a small laugh escape. “That’s the best you’ve got?”
“Hey, don’t laugh! I thought really hard about that.”
You pouted again, which only made him chuckle more. The sound was rare, like a treasure you always wanted to dig up, and you found yourself grinning in victory.
A breeze swept by, but it was warm and lazy. You twisted your hair into a messy little bun with the pink claw clip you always carried. Sunghoon reached over, adjusting it for you when it slipped crooked. He was so precise, fingers brushing against your neck gently.
“There,” he murmured. “Better.”
Your heart skipped, because he always did things like that—quiet little gestures that reminded you he was paying attention even when he looked indifferent.
“See, you do love me,” you teased, leaning closer until your gloss left the faintest shine on his cheek when you kissed him there.
He sighed, but his arm wrapped around your waist anyway, pulling you closer. “Unfortunately.”
You giggled, tugging at his shirt. “Unfortunately, you’re obsessed with me.”
He didn’t argue. He never did when you said things like that—because deep down, you both knew it was true.
Later, when the sun had dipped a little lower and the cicadas buzzed louder, you dragged him to the little ice cream stand down the street.
“Strawberry swirl, please!” you chirped at the vendor, bouncing on your toes. Sunghoon ordered plain vanilla, of course, because he was predictable like that.
“You’re so boring,” you said, licking at your cone as the pink ice cream threatened to drip. “Like… vanilla? Really?”
“Vanilla is classic,” he said evenly.
“Classic is code for boring.”
“Or dependable.”
You scrunched your nose but smiled, because that was just so him. Dependable, steady, the calm to your chaos.
Halfway through your ice cream, a dollop landed on your lip. You were about to wipe it off when Sunghoon leaned down, swiped it away with his thumb, and casually licked it clean before you could blink.
Your eyes went wide. “Hoonie!”
“What?” He looked genuinely unbothered, already finishing the last of his cone.
“That was, like—kinda really hot...” you blurted, cheeks pinker than your dress now.
This time, he actually smiled. “Good.”
The walk back to his car was quiet, but in that sweet kind of way where your hands stayed laced together and your shoulders brushed with each step. The sun was setting, painting the sky in pinks and oranges—your colors, really—and you decided warm weather days were your favorite, because they gave you more excuses to cling to Sunghoon.
When you reached the car, he opened the passenger door for you, like always.
You slid in with a dramatic sigh. “Today was sooo hot. You better take me somewhere with AC, or I might, like, faint.”
Sunghoon buckled your seatbelt for you, his movements calm and precise. He glanced up at you, eyes lingering on your pout. “…You’re unbelievable.”
“And you love it,” you shot back, batting your lashes.
He leaned in, kissed the corner of your glossy mouth, and whispered so quietly you almost missed it—
“Yeah. I do.”
And for once, Sunghoon didn’t look so composed.
I know I said I would do it after I finished the Ni-ki series but ...lowkey I got bored of writing it and I just wrote this one instead
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loveliesss >ᴗ< sends requests !!!
#○ ׅ 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾꯭𝗅𝗂𝖼 ֹ ۪ ♡︎ ⭒ ֹ 𓂃 𝓗𝖾⍺𝗋𝗍 ݊#𝒂────𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨 .ᐟ#enhypen#enhypen x reader#heeseung x reader#jay x reader#jake x reader#sunghoon x reader#sunoo x reader#jungwon x reader#niki x reader
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HAI NEW MOOTIE!!!😖

HAI HAI LOVELY!! (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)
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CUDDLE-BUG ˏ 양정원


IN WHICHˏ jungwon just cannot keep his hands off of his beloved.
down bad!jungwon x f!reader ✶ 1.1k──── boyfie wonnieˏ cutesy fluffˏ est relationshipˏ slice of life.
the bathroom door creaks softly, the sound almost drowned out by the hum of the overhead fan. jungwon peeks through the narrow opening, his dark eyes immediately finding you. you lie where he found you upon arriving home, nestled beneath the blankets, your breathing steady, lashes resting gently against your cheeks. the faint glow from the lamp leaves your features bathed in a warm light—your lips glossed, slightly parted, your expression so serene that it makes his chest tighten in contentment.
a quiet smile plays on his lips as he eases the door shut, careful not to disturb you too abruptly. his steps are light as he tiptoes across the floor, the wood creaking under his weight despite his best efforts. he tugs the duvet back slowly, careful and deliberate, before sliding himself into the familiar warmth of the bed. the scent of fresh lavender laundry detergent mixed with your own subtle fragrance fills his senses instantly, wrapping around him like home.
the mattress dips under his weight, and you stir. your body shifts instinctively, your lashes fluttering before your eyes open just a sliver. sleep still lingers in your gaze as you blink against the dim light, your voice caught in a soft hum. stretching languidly, you turn, heart rate quickening ever so slightly, expectingly. jungwon meets your heavy lidded gaze, already watching you, a gentle smile tugging at his mouth. his arms open in silent invitation, a wordless plea for you to come closer.
you don’t hesitate. with a sleepy little sigh, you wiggle across the sheets, tucking yourself neatly into his chest. his arms fold around you immediately, pulling you snug against him, his warmth seeping into your skin as he presses his chin lightly to the crown of your head. the rhythm of his heartbeat is steady beneath your ear, grounding, soothing.
“how was your schedule?” you whisper, your voice quiet and raspy with drowsiness.
jungwon exhales a soft chuckle, the sound vibrating against your cheek. “long,” he murmurs, his words melting into the stillness of the room. “but i feel better now.”
you tilt your head back just enough to catch his eyes, and in that moment, you see it—the exhaustion behind them, yes, but also the unmistakable sparkle, the warmth that only ever seems to shine brighter when he’s looking at you.
your fingers lift slowly, brushing against the soft line of his jaw. jungwon leans into your touch instinctively, eyes half-lidded, the smallest sigh slipping from his lips as though your hand alone could ease away the weight of his day. his skin is warm beneath your palm, smooth, familiar in a way that still manages to make butterflies flutter wildly in your stomach.
for a moment, neither of you speak—the silence is comfortable, filled only with the sound of his breath and the faint ticking of the clock on the wall. his thumb strokes along your arm absentmindedly before he murmurs, voice hushed, “what about you, hm? wow was your day?”
you blink, his question pulling you gently from your sleepy haze. “it was good,” you reply softly, the corners of your mouth curving into a small smile. “i cleaned the apartment, did a bit of laundry… and went out to shop for groceries.”
jungwon hums, his eyes never leaving your face. there’s something in his gaze—something fond, proud even—as though hearing you talk about the simple rhythms of your day brings him peace. “you did all that?” he whispers, brushing a stray strand of hair from your forehead. “you always do so much while I’m gone.”
you shake your head, your hand still resting on his cheek. “it wasn’t much. i wanted to keep busy while i waited for you.”
his lips curve into a smile, tender and unguarded, before he leans down just enough that his forehead presses against yours. “you waited for me,” he echoes softly, almost as though savoring the words. “that’s more than enough.”
his embrace tightens, and the warmth between you deepens, the quiet intimacy of the moment settling like a weighted blanket over the both of you.
jungwon lets out a small yawn, the sound muffled as his hand briefly comes up to cover his mouth. his nose crinkles in that familiar way that never fails to make your heart squeeze, his eyes fluttering heavily as the exhaustion he’s been holding back finally settles. you watch him with a quiet fondness, your chest warming at the sight of him letting his guard down, so soft and unpolished in this private space meant only for the two of you.
“you should rest,” you whisper, your voice laced with gentle insistence. your fingers trail lightly along his cheek, coaxing his tired gaze to meet yours. “we have plenty of time tomorrow. you don’t have to stay up for me.”
he gives a tiny hum, half-acknowledgment, half-protest, before nodding slowly. the corners of his lips twitch into the faintest smile, as though your reminder has soothed him more than he’ll ever admit. with careful movements, he shifts against the bed, sinking back into the neatly fluffed stack of feather pillows you had set up earlier in the evening. the sight of him finally giving in to comfort so adorably makes you nearly coo, your heart fluttering at how small he seems in that moment despite his usual composure.
his arms reach for you almost instinctively, and you go without hesitation. he wraps himself around your waist, pulling you into him with a loose but protective hold, his limbs tangling with yours in a way that feels messy yet perfectly right. he buries his face into your hair, inhaling deeply as if your presence alone can lull him into peace. his breath fans warm across the back of your neck, uneven at first but already beginning to steady.
you tilt your head, lifting your chin just slightly until your lips brush against his. the kiss is slow, unhurried, filled with nothing but the comfort of home and the promise of tomorrow. when you pull back, you linger close enough for your noses to graze, whispering softly, “good night, wonnie.”
his eyes are already half-closed, his lips curved in a faint smile at your words. “good night, sweetheart,” he murmurs back, his voice heavy with sleep, before pressing himself closer against you as though to keep you from slipping away.
you curl into his chest, tucking yourself neatly against the warmth of his body. his heartbeat is steady under your ear, his arms draped around you with a security that makes the rest of the world feel far away. the quiet of the room envelopes you both, and as his breathing evens out, you let your own eyes flutter shut, content in the simplicity of falling asleep wrapped in his embrace.
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𝑩𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐒𝐇𝑬𝐋𝐅──── like shadows chasing lightˏ we rise together—seven voices, one heartbeat 。

𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐈 ⌗ ❪ OT7 ❫
coming soon .ᐟ
𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐈𝐈 ⌗ ❪ separate ❫
────이희승ˏ l.hs
tba .ᐟ
────박종성ˏ p.js
tba .ᐟ
────제이크 심ˏ s.jh
𝐮𝐧𝐨. puppy love ✶ jake just love love loves your attention.
────박성훈ˏ p.sh
tba .ᐟ
────김선우ˏ k.sn
tba .ᐟ
────양정원ˏ y.jw
𝐮𝐧𝐨. cuddle-bug ✶ jungwon just cannot keep his hands off of his beloved.
𝐝𝐨𝐬. my sun, my star ✶ you are the center of his universe.
𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬. 1&only ✶ your presence lingers in every breath he takes.
────西村 力ˏ n.rk
tba .ᐟ
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────아름다운 ⌗ even the smallest of stars shine in the darkest of skies。

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