#hoody and jay specifically

[vero-lynn]

Nobody understands what Hoody being addressed as totheark does to me. NOBODY.

grRUUGHHHHHEEERRRR

[razbotz]

when the character gets so little screen time but you n your boyfriend love him anyway and have so much lore for him and his boyfriends who have signifcantly more screentime

@one-annon

[s3ptemberist]

more ppl get into marble hornets right now so that someone (not me) can organize one of those draw one frame each of a scene things

[dark-twist-fairytales]

"You cold?"

No, the only thing I own in red is a dirty tank top (that's seen better days), a hoodie, and a collared tank top.

Welcome to the life of Kai

[flwrstqr]

日语 ⟣ I'LL LIKE YOU . . SECOND GUESSING YOUR FRIENDSHIP ─────𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗌𝖼𝖾𝗇𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗈, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂 𝖼𝖺𝗇'𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗐 𝗈𝖿 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾.

𝓲. when you're more than friends with enhypen

❪ 日语 ❫ : enhypen & fem!rea 1OOO ❜ skinship, petnames kissing ⎯ fluff head canons one shot ˊᯅˋ & click / archive

다니 : this photoshoot of ki & won will always be engraved in my brain ㅠㅠ .. specifically used that won pic for someone .. cough cough (my favie won girl)

LEE HEESEUNG

heeseung tastes like mint gum and something sweet you can’t quite place, maybe the remnants of the iced americano he always drinks. his lips move like he’s savoring this—like he’s scared you’ll pull away. but you don’t. you never do. your hands tangle in his hoodie strands, pulling him closer as his fingers ghost over your waist, hesitant but wanting. "this is a bad idea," you mumble against heeseung’s lips, but you don’t pull away. his hands are already at your waist, like he needs this as much as you do. "then why aren’t you stopping?" he breathes, and you don’t have an answer, not when his lips ghost over yours again. but you never talk about it, never question what it means, and when heeseung kisses you again, you let him, because it’s easier that way.

PARK JAY

"jay," you sigh, staring at the dress in your hands—soft, delicate, way too expensive. "you have to stop doing this." but jay just grins, leaning back against the couch, arms crossed like he's waiting for you to give in. "why would i? you look pretty in them." friends don’t buy you designer dresses just to see you smile, don’t brush your hair back and say, “this one’s my favorite,” when you step out of the fitting room. but jay does. and when you finally, finally give in—twirling just a little for him, watching the way his eyes light up—you pretend not to notice the way he looks at you, like he’s waiting for something more.

SIM JAKE

"you comfy, pretty girl?" jake's voice is soft, lazy, like he has nowhere else to be but here, sprawled out next to you. his arm is draped over your waist, fingers tracing idle shapes against your hip, and you don't know why the way he says it makes your stomach flip. he always calls you that—pretty girl, baby, angel—but something about the way he says it now, making it feel different. making it feel real. "yeah," you say. his lips curl into a smirk, like he knows something you don’t. "good," he hums, tugging you closer, his breath warm against your skin. but you don’t let yourself overthink it. instead, you just let yourself melt into him, into the way he holds you like you belong to him.

PARK SUNGHOON

"didn’t know you liked hanging around idiots," sunghoon mutters, arms crossed as he leans against your doorframe, watching the guy you were with earlier walk away. his jaw is tight, his eyes sharp, and you don’t miss the way he kept cutting the poor guy off mid-sentence, dismissing him like he was nothing. "he’s not an idiot," you say, but sunghoon just scoffs, pushing past you into your room like he owns the place. "sure," he deadpans, flopping onto your bed, arms behind his head like he’s totally unbothered. except, he is. you saw the way he glared, the way his fingers twitched when the guy got a little too close. you crawl in next to him, and immediately, his arm hooks around your waist. "he's so annoying, i think you should ditch him," sunghoon mumbles.

KIM SUNOO

"you’re not even listening," you pout, nudging sunoo’s arm, but he just laughs, soft and sweet, shaking his head. "i am," he says, but his eyes tell a different story. he’s watching you like you’re the only thing that matters, like every word out of your mouth is something he wants to memorize. the fond smile on his lips only grows as you ramble on, completely unaware of the way he looks at you. "then what did i just say?" you challenge, crossing your arms. he hums, like he’s thinking, but really, he’s just admiring you. "something about… your coworker being annoying," he guesses, grinning when you roll your eyes. "lucky guess," you mumble. sunoo just hums, resting his chin on his hand. "whatever, pretty girl," he murmurs.

YANG JUNGWON

jungwon always lets you steal his hoodies, even when he grumbles about it, even when he pretends to snatch it back just to hear you whine. you wonder if friends do that, if friends pull you into their side when you’re cold and give you their hoodie. “you think too much in that brain of yours,” jungwon murmurs, flicking your forehead before tugging the hoodie’s hood over your head. his fingers linger at your chin, like they belong there. you roll your eyes, but you don’t pull away. “i was just thinking about how you suck at being just a friend,” you tease, and he laughs, shaking his head. “yeah?” he hums, tilting his head, eyes locked on yours. “then stop thinking.” and when he pulls you in closer, you really, really do.

NISHIMURA RIKI

riki flicks your forehead, grinning when you scowl. “you’re so slow, hurry up,” he teases, pulling you closer by the sleeve of your hoodie. your phone buzzes, and you glance down, catching the matching phone cases between your hands. “stop looking at me like that,” riki groans, shoving his own phone in his pocket, but you catch a glimpse of his wallpaper—your face, mid-laugh, the same one you have of him. “weirdo,” you mutter, flipping your hand to show the silver ring on your finger, identical to his. “says the one who wanted matching rings.” riki snorts, tugging at your pinky. “you agreed.” you roll your eyes, ignoring the butterflies in your stomach. it’s never been talked about—why he does these things, why you let him—but when he looks at you like that, like you’re his favorite thing in the world, you think maybe you don’t need to.

[disastertwins9000]

random batbro hc time lets go

Dick, Jason and Tim all have their places away from the manor and i feel like they have a specific thing each one of them will do for their brothers when they get visited at their respective homes, just to take care of one another

when Jay or Tim show up to Dicks apartment they’ll get a hug or a shoulder pat and them immediately be examined for injuries, even if they aren’t dressed as vigilantes. they are getting a thorough pat down checking for the occasional bullet or stab wound, promptly followed by the offer of pain killers to take or not to take whether they need them or not. bruises, however old, get an ice pack and if they’re feeling stiff he’s cracking their back for them. “no Tim that bullet wound is in fact not ‘fine’ let me clean it you son of a bat!” “yes jason it is ‘our stab wound’. it became ours when you stepped through my front door.”

when Dick or Tim show up to Jason’s apartment for more then a few hours he’s going to make you take an everything shower (he has to explain what that is the first time he tells them) even if they aren’t coming to him bloodied and sweaty from patrol. He makes them do this because he knows that his brothers will go days at a time hyper-focused on their work and forget to wash their hair, shave their face, or put on the same shirts and pants after a shower because they didn’t do the laundry that week. He knows that when they step out of the bathroom with the clean clothes he keeps just for them and rejuvenated shampooed hair they will feel so much better. “see dick, your hair is wavy not straight! if you would just wash it more then once every month-“ “yeah so when you take care of yourself every day maybe you’ll have a ‘will to live’ more often Tim”

when Dick or Jason show up to Tim’s place he demands an impromptu naptime. His brothers and himself have shit sleep schedules, but Tim is a master napper and that’s how he gets through life as a vigilante. Jay or Dick will come over to work on a case or to hang out after a long patrol before they go their respective ways only for Tim to spawn in with his nap-time sweats and socks on (his feet get cold okay?) with a body pillow for Dick (he knows his brother likes to hug his pillow while he sleeps) and a comfort hoodie for Jason (and a book in case he needs help falling asleep) with an announcement of “It’s nap-time bitches.” And then he ushers them to the many different places to sleep he has in his apartment i.e. bed, giant beanbags, couches, ottoman. “tim please i’m almost done with this case report” “don’t give a shit.” *pulls out staff* “it’s nap-time.”

[lordprettyflackotara]

Hitchhiker SFW & NSFW Headcannon’s:

a/n: getting my wisdom teeth out in like ten minutes so imma be offline and recovering for a few days. enjoy these head cannons until i get back <3

Tim | SFW:

-lives off of coffee & cigarettes. half the time can’t digest regular food & ends up throwing it up from stress :( poor bby

-despite being a proxy for years, still has reoccurring nightmares that keep him up at night. certain things trigger ptsd episodes, specifically memories of jay or brian (who brian used to be before the operator came along)

-rough exterior, doesn’t believe he’s even worthy of being in your presence or anyone else’s. firmly believes that anyone he interacts with The Operator could and would kill just to fuck with him

-major anger issues that he mainly keeps under wraps, masky’s the one who REALLY shows that side of him

-memory is spotty, but he puts more of an effort to remember things since meeting you

-drinks straight black coffee, absolutely despises cream & sugar. its a miracle this man has any water intake at all

-overly protective, to an intense degree

-enjoys bands like the smiths, the neighbourhood (idc bite me), and cigarettes after sex

Tim | NSFW under the cut:

-tim wants to absolutely worship you. a shameless munch who wants to do nothing more than make you cum on his face

-prefers missionary, wants to bury his face into your neck as he pounds into you

-This man loves nothing more than to hear your pretty noises

‘Fuck, keep moaning my name princess’

-doesn’t care too much about receiving head, would rather please you

-ADORES watching your facial expressions as you cum on his fingers. the little o shape your mouth makes drives him feral

‘Yeah? Gonna cum on my fingers?’

-best after care on the PLANET. baths, snacks, cuddles. whatever you want he’s got it ready for you.

Brian || SFW:

-vegetarian (loves tomato soup because it reminds him of what his mom used to make him when he was sick)

-distrusting; even though he tries to attempt from speaking his mind is absolute madness

-lots of ptsd, genuinely fears what happened to him will happen to you

-depressive tendencies. allows hoodie to front when he starts getting too upset

-he doesn’t allow himself to have too many interest or too much of a personality. he lives in constant fear anything he may grow to like or show interest in will be destroyed by the operator

-you instill an unknowingly amount of happiness into his life. an amount so much that he fears he may be beginning to claw his way out of the trenches of despair

-enjoys bands like linkin park, papa roach, and green day

Brian || NSFW

-a TEASE

-this mf wants you to beg for his touch just to turn around & give you what you want & more

-adores the feeling of your nails digging into his back. he gets so turned on by it, it’s borderline nauseating for him

-praise to the absolute MAX

-‘you can take it pretty girl, such a good girl for me’

-possessive & determined to make you feel better then anyone else, especially in group activities

-‘go on, tell tim how good i make you feel’

-loves to overstimulate you to the point of no return. if you aren’t a squirming mess on the brink of passing out from pleasure, he feels like he didn’t do his job right

-wants to manhandle you. something about picking you up as if you weighed nothing to readjust you into the position he wants you in is so addicting to him

-good aftercare, thinks more about cleaning you up than anything else

Masky || SFW

-he’s so tired of being the ‘leader’

-like seriously, he’s sick of it

-firm believer since Hoodie came around first he should be forced to lead the band of misfit toys but he digresses

-thinks tim is a big softie and borderline pathetic, but after he saves you, he thinks more highly of his decision making skills

-when fronting he is absolutely not sleeping. real life is terrifying enough. the last thing he needs is the creativity of nightmares haunting him too

-carries wads of cash in case he’s in a bind. will just throw them at people before storming out of where ever he is

-did i mention anger issues? like to an unhealthy concerning degree? masky believes in punching or shooting his way out of any situation that pisses him off

-delusional but in the best way, imagines you and him to eventually become a bonnie and clyde like duo

-enjoys more edgy bands like three days grace, skillet, and hollywood undead

Masky || NSFW

-there is not a submissive bone in this man’s body

-spitting, spanking, slapping, and choking you really gets him going

-humiliating you and degrading you turns him on so much it’s unbelievable

-‘Fuckin slut. Get yourself off on my tongue. Get on with it before I change my mind’

-Either overstimulation or orgasm denial. No in between

-Gun play. I said what I said. You giving him head while he points a loaded gun at your head drives him feral

-‘Suck it harder or i’ll pull the trigger. Dont think I won’t. You’re not special’

-if you’re into it as much as he is, he’d like to fuck you with his gun🫣

-Lowkey is kinda cruel, enjoy the idea of putting his cigarettes out on you but won’t since he shares you (he doesn’t want to argue with toby/hoodie/brian/tim)

-leaving you covered with bruises in particular is satisfying to him. the shapes of his fingers digging into your waist being there the next day make him hard all over again

-decent aftercare. if we’re being honest you’ll be too dazed to remember most of it. he won’t necessarily cuddle you but he’ll at least clean you with a washcloth before putting you to bed

Hoodie || SFW

-silent but aggressive

-doesn’t enjoy fronting unless it’s to complete a mission or task for the operator

-enjoys stalking his victims just to see what they’re doing before they’re killed🙈

-that ski mask? yeah prefers that mf to stay ON. things that involve you are the only exception he’ll make once he grows fond of you

-him & brian are in an agreement having any real interest is too much risk. of course, they combat this narrative once you come along

-will tell you he doesn’t like music but secretly enjoys shinedown, breaking benjamin, and seether

Hoodie || NSFW

-sadist

-orgasm denial. the sight of you squirming beneath him while begging to cum? euphoric.

-cnc (sorry mom)

-‘shut up and take it. pathetic whore’

-breath play. likes choking but he’d prefer to have you on all fours with a belt around your throat if he’s being honest

-loves recording you. not only to watch back later, but to threaten you with the blackmail

-‘you better behave or i’ll show everyone how much of a slut you actually are’

-hair pulling. whether you pull his hair or he pulls yours. the whimpers that come from it are like heroin

-bondage. if hoodie could have it his way he’d have you tied up and spread out like a starfish on a bed so he could play with you until you break

-probably the worst aftercare out of everyone on this list. doesn’t care for it, thinks it’s your problem. at most will just tell you to pee

Toby || SFW

-toby is pretty much your loyal guard dog. he’s at your disposal and you don’t even realize it

-he never really got an opportunity to be a teenager. now that he’s roughly 21-23, you make him feel like the flustered horny teenager he never got to be

-before you he’s extremely unhinged. toby didn’t have a lot of motivation besides the thrill of a kill. now that you’re around and practically a ball of sunshine, you make him feel something other than blood lust or boredom

-has nice curls but never knows how to take care of them so they always turn out straight since he immediately brushes his hair after a shower

-out of the three proxies he’s the most content with the situation. he views tim and brian as his best friends, even if they don’t feel the same way

-don’t let any of the fluff headcannons deceive you though, there’s a reason he’s a proxy. the unknown strength this man has is concerning. chopping up bodies doesn’t tire him

-enjoys russian roulette. masky and hoodie will play with him on special occasions

-likes to play with fire. if he has an opportunity he will commit massive amounts of arson

-his music taste bounces around everywhere, similar to his personality. top three is violent vira, grimes, and bones

Toby || NSFW

-hardcore switch leaning towards sub

-toby has his dominate moments, most of them just enjoying seeing you blush from his teasing

-‘you like m-me fucking y-you huh? such a p-perfect pussy’

-likes to see you take control.

-i’m sorry but despite being a sub he’s very vanilla, minus a few very specific kinks

-hickies. wants tim and brian to see you’re just as much as his as you are theirs

-cream pies. not even necessarily contributing to a breeding kink, he just likes to watch his cum drip down your abused cunt

-pulling his hair drives him feral. he can’t necessarily feel pain but he feels your eagerness and that’s enough for him

-considering toby can’t feel things his sex drive is extremely high considering it’s one of the few things he can’t actually feel

-one of his fantasies is fucking you with the handle of his axe

-aftercare is peak. he’s just as exhausted as you, but will wait on you hand and foot to ensure you’re taken care of

Nova || SFW

-her dad was a detective, she simply followed in his footsteps

-her parents were very academic driven. praise and affection was only shown to her when she excelled academically

-bi sexual. leans more towards women

-protective, blunt, and head strong

-working in a field that’s pro dominantly men, she ensures to be full of bark AND bite to make sure she’s taken seriously

-became a detective to help people. despite her tough exterior, she genuinely just wants to bring people peace through her work

-obsessive tendencies. once she starts a case she has to finish it. will not rest properly until it’s done

-has a fantastic memory. memorizes all the little details of anyone and everything

-out of the three proxies she likes tim the most, but will never admit she likes any of them

-enjoys hozier, asap rocky, and adeline troutman

Nova || NSFW

-THE BIGGEST SWITCH TO EVER EXIST

-either wants to be called mommy or a good cum dump

-an absolute freak in the bed

-this woman has a chest of sex toys at home of all varieties and sorts

-pegs men

-‘your whimpers are so cute baby boy’

-either wants to put YOU in handcuffs or have you put handcuffs on HER. either way she wants them involved

-doesn’t believe in vanilla sex. if she’s fucking she’s going all in. no lovey dovey shit. just pure feral behavior

-on the other end of the spectrum, loves being fucked into the mattress until she’s dizzy

-‘please keep going, fuck, i’m so close’

-has attended several bdsm sex parties on the down low

-aftercare is peak. she doesn’t gaf ab herself. you’re the star of the show

[chogiwow]

every shade of you. | lee heeseung

pairing: heeseung x gn! reader

genre: angst, fluff ; best friends to lovers

wc: 5.2k+

warnings: an emotional confession, idiots in love, they’re both sorta insecure but admire each other for their insecurities?, makeout, i say ‘red’ a lot. like, a lot.

a/n: crimson seung i hate you sm. hate the way i popped this out the second i saw this menace.

part one.

you weren’t supposed to react.

it was just a hangout. just your regular crew grabbing food and catching up after a long week – nothing dramatic, nothing new. at least, that’s what you’d told yourself before walking into the rooftop restaurant, late evening sunlight turning the sky soft and gold.

and then you saw him.

heeseung.

with red hair.

bright, bold, fiery crimson. like he’d walked straight out of a dream, or worse, a very specific fantasy you’d buried under years of friendship.

he stood there laughing at something jay said, head tilted back, that lazy smile on his face like he hadn’t just struck a match and set your entire world quietly on fire. he was still in his usual jeans and hoodie, but the hair – the hair was loud. it was him, turned up to eleven. you felt the breath knock right out of your lungs.

it wasn’t just the hair, really. it was what it represented.

heeseung was reckless in a way that made the world bend for him. he didn’t think twice, didn’t hesitate. he dyed his hair a startling shade of crimson and owned it like he’d been born that way. you, on the other hand, tiptoed through everything – careful, quiet, composed. you overthought texts. you played it safe. you didn’t change your shampoo without at least three google searches.

and maybe that was why you fell for him in the first place.

because he was everything you weren’t. and standing there under golden light with a dangerous glint in his eye and hair that screamed look at me, he looked like the kind of boy that broke hearts without meaning to. you were already a casualty.

“hey!” sunoo called out, waving you over to the table. you pasted on a smile, trying to act normal, but your feet were leaden. like your body already knew it was over for you.

heeseung turned then, eyes locking on yours, and his grin widened. “about time,” he called. “you’re always late when i’m looking this good.”

oh my god. please stop talking.

you managed to sit down without combusting, barely registering the menu or the idle chatter of your friends. he was sitting diagonally across from you, and of course he had to keep brushing his fingers through his freshly dyed hair. of course he had to lean back in his chair, all casual confidence, like his very existence wasn’t giving you a slow-moving heart attack.

you hated him. just a little. or maybe you hated yourself more.

because heeseung had always been like this – effortless, spontaneous, the kind of person who jumped first and figured it out later. you’d spent years watching him tumble through life with a grin, landing every fall like it was choreographed.

meanwhile, you planned everything down to the minute and still managed to stumble.

so yeah, maybe your heart hurt a little. maybe you’d convinced yourself that the ache you felt whenever you looked at him was nothing more than a crush – that it would fade eventually. but tonight shattered that illusion like glass. heeseung with red hair was a full-blown emotional crisis.

and he kept looking at you.

little glances between conversations, subtle shifts in his expression whenever you caught his gaze. like he knew. like he’d figured it out and was silently waiting for you to come undone.

you tried to keep it cool. laughed when appropriate, even made a few jokes, but your voice kept catching. your hands trembled under the table. you could barely eat.

and when the night started winding down, and one by one your friends began heading out, you nearly breathed a sigh of relief – until heeseung turned to you with that maddeningly soft look.

“you’re not going home, are you?”

you blinked. “i mean… i was going to.”

he stuffed his hands into his pockets. “i’m heading to the studio to work on something. you should come with me.”

your brain short-circuited. “heeseung, i have class in the morning—”

“yeah, but you never say no.” he grinned, gently nudging your shoulder. “c’mon. just for a little while.”

and that was the problem. you never said no to him.

you should’ve. but as always, you followed him anyway.

part two.

heeseung wasn’t expecting your reaction.

not really. not like that.

he’d dyed his hair on a whim – something about a sleepless night, a track that wouldn’t come together, and a trip to the convenience store that ended with a box of crimson dye in his hand. he didn’t even think about it that much. it was dumb, impulsive, probably a mistake. but it felt good. it felt like shedding something.

what he didn’t expect was you looking at him like you didn’t recognize him. like he’d walked in wearing someone else’s skin.

and then, just as quickly, you looked away. like you couldn’t stand to look at him at all.

it messed with him. the whole evening, your eyes kept darting anywhere but his face. you smiled when you needed to, nodded along with the conversations, even laughed at jay’s dumb joke – but your voice was a little too soft. your gaze flickered every time he so much as moved.

heeseung had known you for years. he was used to the way you carried the weight of your own expectations. the way you overthought everything, held yourself in place, as if moving too fast might make everything around you fall apart. and yeah, maybe he teased you about it sometimes. maybe he liked watching you stumble through your carefully laid plans whenever he threw a wrench in them.

but this was different.

this wasn’t just your usual flustered self. it felt like distance. like you were trying to stay far away from him. and it didn’t make sense.

you were his best friend. his constant. the one person he wanted to see his messes and still choose to stay. the one he wanted to impress.

he didn’t know when that shift happened.

maybe it was always there, tucked into the nights you'd fall asleep on his couch with your fingers curled against your chest and your face turned toward the window. or maybe it was in the way you listened to his demos like they were more than noise, like they meant something. he just knew that at some point, it started hurting – how careful you were. how carefully you looked away from him.

because to heeseung, you were the calm. the clarity. you made things make sense. you were thoughtful and considerate and honest in a way that made him feel grounded. and maybe that was what drew him in first. he could be chaos, he could be red dye at 3am, but you were the reason he bothered cleaning up after.

and it terrified him.

because if someone like you couldn’t love someone like him, what did that say about the parts of himself that he tried to quieten down?

so he kept glancing at you across the table. he brushed his fingers through his hair like an idiot, hoping you’d smile or say something, anything. he cracked dumb lines. made excuses to lean a little closer. but you didn’t fumble. not really.

sure, you flushed a little when he called you out. sure, your fingers trembled slightly when he reached for your glass instead of his. but you never gave him proof. and heeseung didn’t do feelings unless he had proof.

you’d never given him a reason to believe you wanted anything more.

still. he couldn’t let you go home like that.

so when everyone else started leaving, he turned to you and asked. a simple thing. a small chance.

“i’m heading to the studio to work on something. you should come with me.”

you hesitated.

he smiled, soft and a little hopeful. “c’mon. just for a little while.”

and when you nodded, tucking your hands into your sleeves and quietly saying okay, something uncoiled in his chest. it wasn't a victory, exactly. just relief.

you were still with him.

and that had to mean something.

part three.

the studio had grown quieter as the hours slipped by, the only sound left being the faint hum of heeseung's track looping in the background. you sat curled up on the couch, your legs tucked under you, eyes half-lidded, exhaustion drawing shadows under your lashes. but sleep wouldn’t come. not when he looked like that.

not when heeseung sat under neon-purple lights with his red hair – bright, fiery, unapologetic – framing his forehead, headphones slung around his neck, jaw clenched in focus as he adjusted a beat with one hand and scrolled through samples with the other.

it was so stupid. so unfair how easily he got to you. just a shade change and your heart had flipped, your stomach in knots the whole night. you hadn’t even been able to look at him properly. not since the second you walked into the bar with your friends earlier that night and saw him leaning against the counter with that goddamn hair.

you’d frozen.

and he’d smirked like he knew. like he’d dyed it just to mess with you.

but how could he possibly know? you’d never said anything. never even let your glances linger too long. even now, curled into the studio couch at nearly 3am, you kept your eyes on your phone, the blanket, the floor – anywhere but him.

heeseung finally leaned back in his chair with a sigh, stretching his arms over his head. you heard a small crack in his shoulder and bit back the instinct to scold him for always forgetting to stretch.

“still awake?” he asked, voice low, soft. dangerous.

you nodded silently.

he turned in his chair to face you fully. you could feel his eyes on you.

“you’ve been quiet.”

“i’m tired,” you lied.

“mm,” he hummed. “or maybe you’re just trying really hard not to look at me.”

your breath caught.

heeseung stood up, slow and deliberate, and padded over to you. you felt the couch dip beside you as he sat, far too close.

“i know i look good,” he said with a grin. “but damn, you’re avoiding me like i’ve got a target on my back.”

“you always look good,” you said before you could stop yourself.

he blinked. shit.

“i mean – you know what i mean.”

“do i?”

you finally glanced at him – and immediately regretted it. his hair fell slightly into his eyes, lips curved in a lazy, teasing smile. it was like he could see straight through you.

you exhaled sharply and turned your gaze away. the silence that followed wasn’t just awkward – it was heavy. heavy with everything unsaid.

that was the thing about heeseung. he always made it look easy. the teasing, the banter, the casual nicknames and soft touches. it wasn’t just the hair or the voice or the smile that got to you – it was how he never hesitated. how he could say something that made your heart trip over itself and laugh like it was nothing. like you weren’t left clutching the echo of his words for days after.

he never realized how much space he took up in your head. how even when you weren’t together, he was there – in your playlists, in your late-night thoughts, in the way your fingers hovered over your phone every time something reminded you of him. he’d sit beside you, throw an arm over the couch, and your body would go tense while he stayed relaxed, completely unaware of the chaos he stirred inside you.

and tonight? with that hair and that voice and those eyes on you like you were the only thing in the room—

“i can’t do this anymore,” you said softly.

heeseung’s smile faded just a bit. “do what?”

“i’ve been in love with you for almost three years,” you whispered, as if saying it any louder would shatter what little restraint you had left. “and it hurts.”

heeseung’s expression went slack – stunned, like you’d pulled the floor from under him.

your fingers tightened around the blanket, knuckles pale. you couldn’t meet his eyes.

“i didn’t mean to,” you laughed, bitter and breathless. “god, i really didn’t. but you…you’re just you. always so effortless. so free. and i’ve spent all this time convincing myself it didn’t mean anything when you called me baby, or when you looked at me like that. like i mattered.”

the silence swallowed you both whole.

“i thought i could handle it. being just your friend. being the person you called when the world got too loud, the one who stayed up with you at 3am studio sessions like this. but tonight, i just… i couldn’t pretend anymore.”

you looked at him finally, tears pricking the corners of your eyes. his mouth was parted, like he wanted to speak but didn’t know how to start.

and that terrified you more than anything.

you stood up fast, your head spinning.

“wait—” he reached for you, just slightly.

but you shook your head, already backing away.

“i—i have class in the morning,” you blurted, grasping for any excuse, any way to escape before your heart fully cracked open. “i should go.”

“(y/n)…”

“please don’t,” you whispered. “not right now.”

and just like that, you were gone – leaving the studio, the heat, the tension, and a very stunned heeseung sitting in the aftershock of everything you’d said. the air still smelled faintly like your perfume, and the blanket you dropped was still warm on the couch.

but you were gone.

and for the first time, heeseung realized just how much you’d been holding in.

part four.

you didn’t expect the knock on your door.

not when you were still curled on your couch in last night’s hoodie, the one that still faintly smelled like his studio, and something so distinctly heeseung.

not when your thoughts were still stuck in that moment, spinning like a scratched vinyl: the studio lights low, your heart louder than the bass track, his hand nearly brushing yours, and your own voice – shaky, cracked – confessing something you’d kept quiet for almost three years.

not when you were still reeling from the look on his face.

you hadn’t even given him time to respond. you just panicked and left, the word “sorry” falling from your lips like glass shattering on the pavement.

you should’ve known better than to think he’d let that be the end.

so when you opened the door and saw him standing there, you almost forgot how to breathe.

he was in a black hoodie, hands shoved deep in his pockets, a gray beanie tugged low enough to hide the crimson. he looked... smaller than usual. not physically no, he still took up space the way heeseung always did, effortlessly magnetic. but there was something quieter about him now. less teasing. no smirk in sight. his gaze softened the second it met yours.

“you left,” he said, voice low.

you couldn’t meet his eyes. “i know.”

there was a beat of silence. one that stretched too long, pressing down on your chest like gravity.

“i wanted to talk to you,” he said. “but you didn’t let me.”

you gripped the doorframe. “because i wasn’t ready to hear it. whatever it was.”

“why?”

you blinked, startled by the question.

“why weren’t you ready?”

you searched his face, unsure whether to lie or crumble.

“i was scared,” you said quietly. “i thought... if i heard the wrong thing, it would break me.”

his expression flickered with pain, then something like understanding. he stepped forward, careful, like you were a fragile thing he didn’t want to scare away.

“i get it,” he said. “but i still wish you’d stayed. because what i wanted to say that it wasn’t the wrong thing.”

you looked at him, really looked. at the way his lips trembled slightly, like he wasn’t sure if this was his place. at how his shoulders weren’t set in their usual confident posture. at how his hands were balled into fists inside his pockets, like he was holding something back.

“i’ve been thinking about it all night,” he admitted. “what you said. how you’ve felt all this time. and i—god, i feel like the biggest idiot.”

your heart lurched.

“i spent so long trying to get you to react,” he went on. “every little tease, every stupid joke – i just wanted to see if you’d give something away. but you never did. and i thought... maybe you didn’t feel the same. maybe i was just your impulsive best friend who dyed his hair red to distract himself.”

you swallowed hard.

“is that why you did it?” you asked. “the red?”

he glanced down, then reached up and tugged at the edge of the beanie. “not at first. at first, it was just... something i wanted to try. but after i saw myself in the mirror, i thought, ‘would you look at me differently?’”

“i did,” you whispered. “i couldn’t stop looking.”

heeseung exhaled, like those words were oxygen. he took another step closer, now just inches away. you could see the edge of crimson strands peeking from beneath the beanie, a bright streak against the grayscale of his hoodie.

and somehow, your hand moved on its own.

you reached up, tentative, fingers brushing the edge of the knit fabric. you looked at him then, eyes searching for permission.

he nodded.

so you pulled the beanie off slowly, gently, like unwrapping something sacred. the red strands tousled messily around his forehead, and your heart felt like it would break open at the sight of him.

the red.

it’s brighter than it was last night. the strands fall over his forehead in soft waves, catching the faint light like fire. it’s bold. reckless. so unapologetically him that your chest twists.

he catches your stare and tilts his head. “you hate it?”

you shake your head too fast. “no, i… it’s not that.”

“it’s the reason you wouldn’t look at me.”

you open your mouth. close it again.

because he’s right.

the hair was a shock, yes – but not in the way he thinks.

you’d always admired how free he was. how he made impulsive decisions and lived with them. how he laughed in the face of consequences while you sat paralyzed by what-ifs.

heeseung didn’t dye his hair red because he wanted attention. he did it because he felt like it. and somehow, that terrified you more than anything.

because you’d never been free like that. not with your heart. not with your feelings.

until last night.

“i didn’t know how to look at you,” you whisper. “because i already felt like i was looking at someone who could never be mine. and then you went and looked even more like someone who could never belong to me.”

his expression softens. “is that what you think?”

you shrug, blinking fast. “you’re always… you. effortlessly. people fall for you. they always do.”

his hand slides from your wrist to your fingers. “but i only wanted one person to fall for me.”

the world tips a little.

you look up. “heeseung—”

“three years,” he echoes, voice lower now. rougher. “that’s how long you’ve been in love with me?”

your throat tightens. “don’t—”

“that’s how long i’ve been in love with you.”

everything goes still.

the silence stretches, and all you can hear is your heartbeat, loud in your ears, pulsing behind your eyes.

“i thought i was imagining it,” he says. “all the times you looked away. the way you only smiled at me when you thought i wasn’t looking. i thought maybe… maybe you just didn’t feel the same. that i’d ruin what we had if i ever pushed too hard.”

you’re shaking now. not from fear, but from the sudden flood of everything you’ve ever wanted – standing right in front of you, finally within reach.

because he looked like everything you’d ever wanted.

and for once, he looked back at you like he knew.

your hand dropped, brushing against his hoodie. he caught it, lacing his fingers with yours like it was muscle memory, like he’d done it a thousand times before in some dream you hadn’t been brave enough to live in.

“i love you,” he said.

you blinked.

“i didn’t get to say it last night,” he continued, voice rough, “but i meant to. i’ve meant to for a while. but i kept thinking – what if you didn’t feel the same? what if i misread every moment we ever had? what if i ruined us?”

and just like that, it started to settle in your chest – the weight of knowing. the warmth of it. the terrifying tenderness of hearing the very thing you'd once convinced yourself would never happen. you had spent years nursing that ache, keeping it quiet, feeding it in the dark when no one was looking. you had trained yourself to find contentment in being close enough to touch him but never to hold. 

but this this was different.

because now it was real. now it was said. out in the open. no pretending. no maybes.

you felt like you were teetering on the edge of something that could never be undone.

"it’s always so easy for you," you murmured, more to yourself than to him. "you just say what you mean, do what you want, and it all works out. you dye your hair red and look like a goddamn movie scene, and the world falls at your feet. and i’m just... i'm just next to you, too afraid to even say how i feel. for three years."

you blinked fast, but the tears still welled.

"it’s not fair. you make it look so easy, but it’s not. not for me. it’s never been. and i wish i could hate you for it, but all i’ve ever done is love you."

the words slipped out like a dam finally breaking.

"i love you, heeseung. i have for so long i don’t even remember when it started. maybe it was that time you stayed up with me all night when i was sick. or when you made that stupid playlist with my name as the title. or maybe it was every time you smiled like you knew something i didn’t."

you laughed bitterly. "and i hate that it took your red hair for me to finally lose control."

silence. not cold. just charged.

and then he moved.

his hands cupped your face, firm but reverent, like he couldn’t believe you were real. he leaned in slow, eyes on yours the whole time, and when his lips finally touched yours, it wasn’t soft.

it was desperate.

years of longing packed into a kiss that curled your toes and broke your composure. you clutched his hoodie like it was the only thing tethering you to earth. he groaned into your mouth, like he’d been waiting forever, and his hands slid down to your waist, pulling you closer until there was no space left.

you gasped slightly, and he deepened the kiss, mouth moving against yours with so much intent it made your knees go weak. you felt him everywhere – his breath, his warmth, the sharp edge of his desire kept barely in check. it was heady. overwhelming. and perfect.

by the time you broke apart, you were both breathing hard, foreheads pressed together.

"you think i make it easy," he whispered, "but it’s only ever been easy because it was you. you’re the only thing that’s ever made sense."

and maybe that was the real truth. that he wasn’t fearless. he just never wanted to be afraid when it came to you.

the world softened.

your knees wobbled, heart hammering against your ribs as his lips pressed to yours with aching tenderness again. there was no rush. no urgency. just the warmth of him against you, the weight of three years of unsaid words being poured into a single breath. his hand slid up to cradle your jaw, thumb brushing your cheek, anchoring you to the moment as the kiss deepened.

and you realized then – this wasn’t the beginning of something. it was the continuation of everything that had always been there. every lingering glance. every almost-touch. every time he’d pulled you into his orbit and waited for you to stay.

you stayed.

your fingers twitched at your sides, craving contact, something more to ground you. and then they moved, without permission, threading through his hair, tugging gently at the red strands that had been driving you absolutely insane all day.

heeseung stilled. his breath hitched against your lips.

then he groaned, low and wrecked, and kissed you harder.

it was like something snapped.

his hands found your hips again, gripping tighter this time, as he walked you backward until your spine met the wall. your gasp melted into his mouth, and your fingers curled deeper into his hair, feeling the softness, the warmth, the slight dampness from how worked up you both were. the red slipped between your fingers like flame, like silk set on fire, and it felt so good – tangible proof that this was real, that he was real.

“you have no idea what that does to me,” he whispered, voice ragged, teeth grazing your lower lip before he kissed it again, slow, then deep.

your head was spinning. the way he kissed you made it impossible to think. it was hot and messy and deliberate. his tongue brushed yours and you whimpered into his mouth, tilting your chin to give him more. and he took it – every inch you offered, every shaky breath – like he’d been starving for this for years.

and boy had he been starving.

he kissed you like he was trying to memorize it. like he’d finally found something he couldn’t live without. like your lips were the only place he’d ever meant to be. his hand slid up your side, slow and sure, until he cradled your face again – thumb stroking your cheek, fingers slipping behind your ear – and then you were pulling at his hair again and he swore, actually swore under his breath, the sound dragging a helpless moan from your throat.

“heeseung—” you breathed, eyes fluttering open just enough to see him watching you.

his eyes were half-lidded, pupils blown wide, lips kiss-bruised and parted. but it was the look in them that undid you – the reverence. the hunger. the slight disbelief, like he couldn’t believe this was finally happening.

and neither could you.

his forehead pressed to yours again, both of you panting softly, your fingers still tangled in his crimson strands. “i dyed it for you,” he murmured, lips ghosting over yours. “thought you’d hate it. but i wanted to be brave… like you.”

you huffed a breathless laugh, still dazed. “i’m not the brave one,” you whispered. “i just finally broke.”

he kissed you again – slow and sweet this time, like he was trying to kiss that sadness away. and then he nipped your bottom lip and smirked against your mouth.

“guess we’re both a little broken then,” he murmured, tugging you flush against him again. “but i’ve never wanted anything more than this.”

you didn’t answer. you just kissed him again.

and this time, it was everything.

his lips trailed down your jaw, your neck, before he rested his head against your shoulder for a moment, just breathing you in. his hands never left your waist, fingers pressed firm into your sides like he couldn’t bear to let you go now.

and neither could you.

outtake.

you ended up on the couch somehow, tangled together like gravity had finally done its job. your head on his chest, his fingers tracing gentle lines against your spine. the room was quiet except for your breathing and the quiet hum of something unspoken finally falling into place.

and as you sat there, cradled in the arms of the boy with the red hair and the softest eyes, you thought about all the versions of him you’d loved.

the reckless heeseung who laughed too loud in late-night diners. the tender heeseung who lent you his hoodie when you were cold. the brilliant heeseung who lost himself in melodies and forgot to eat. the flirty heeseung who never knew just how serious your feelings were. the red-haired heeseung who dyed his hair hoping you’d look his way.

you had loved them all.

but this version?

the one who held you like you were something precious? the one who whispered your name like it meant something? the one who tucked your hair behind your ear and kissed your temple like it was instinct?

this was the one who loved you back. and for the first time in years, you weren’t afraid to let him see it.

the room felt different now.

not just warmer from the heated kisses or the way your back still tingled from where it had pressed into the wall. but different. like the world had tilted on its axis and you were trying to find your balance again, anchored only by the boy still holding you like he didn’t know how to stop.

heeseung’s breath was warm against your shoulder, his fingers splayed across your waist, unmoving – like letting go might unravel everything that just happened. and maybe it would.

you stayed like that for a beat longer, the silence stretching, thick with what had just passed between you. the taste of him still lingered on your lips, your body still humming with the memory of his hands, his voice, the desperate press of his mouth on yours.

slowly, his head lifted.

his eyes met yours, gentle and unreadable. there was a quiet awe in them, like he was seeing you all over again – closer now, clearer. and for once, he didn’t hide behind a smirk or a teasing line. he just looked at you. raw. bare.

"are you okay?" he asked, voice low, still rough around the edges.

you nodded, too quickly.

then you paused, exhaled, and nodded again, slower this time. more honest. "yeah. just... trying to catch up."

he smiled softly. "same."

your thumb brushed against his jaw on instinct, and his eyes fluttered briefly at the touch. you hadn’t even realized your hand was still buried in his hair until your fingers twitched, curling tighter through the crimson strands again.

his lips parted at that, and something fluttered in his gaze.

you leaned back slightly, studying him. the beanie you had tossed aside during the course of everything that had happened, lay on the floor near the couch, long forgotten. and without it, his hair looked even messier, flushed from your hands, from the way you’d tugged, clutched, tried to ground yourself in him.

"i’m never going to recover from that hair," you whispered before you could stop yourself.

heeseung chuckled, eyes crinkling at the corners. "yeah?"

"yeah," you said, your voice almost reverent. "it’s stupid how good it looks on you."

he leaned in again, lips brushing your temple. "then you better get used to it."

you laughed – soft, breathy – and tucked your head against his shoulder, letting yourself rest there. you didn’t say it, but you both felt it: the shift. the gentle undoing of years of silence. the relief of finally stepping into something that had always been waiting.

and in the quiet that followed, your heart settled.

because this wasn’t a dream. it wasn’t just a moment. it was heeseung. and somehow, impossibly, he was yours.

[ponyojujuu]

Hiii ☺️🤭I'm here to kindly ask for some quality content

So if you could share who do you think is mtl likely to get turned on the first time they see their partner in their clothes?? ( Legal line ofc)

If you're up for it I would love it for both enha and &team.thank you🥰

hii! this seems so fun!

not a drabble more of a list with thoughts lol, lmk if you want drabbles of their reactions in my request box! &team will be in part 2!

most to least likely to get turned on seeing reader in their clothes (enhypen pt. 1)

not smut, but not fluff

slightly suggestive mdni

you have been warned

ni-ki! he would love this omg. i can imagine him giving you some of his clothes actually just to see you wear them. he’d love seeing his giant hoodies engulf your body, even if you just napping in them or being comfortable around the house. if he comes home from work and sees you in his clothes he’ll probably instantly feel a bit turned on, or even after you guys have sex and he sees you in his clothes he’s gonna wanna do it all over again.

jake! jake seems like the type to beg you to wear his clothes. you’d just be minding your business, maybe sitting on the couch/bed or just getting out of the shower and jake would be biting his bottom lip. “baby can you wear my shirt? please” sometimes your even avoid wearing it just because you know turned on he can get. if you can’t find some pajamas/clothes of your own you wanted to wear he would offer again for you to wear his. not only this but he would love the scent you leave on all his hoodies, shirts etc. he’d be obsessed with it, and loving to wear it again when he goes to work or anyplace without you carrying your sweet scent.

heeseung! heeseung seems like the type of bf to seriously love and be obsessed with anything you do as long as you’re doing it. including you wearing his clothes. it wouldn’t be just about the sexual, similar to jake he’d love the scent you’d leave behind on his clothes, and would probably hesitate to wash them once you give it back. he’d probably also love you in it more than himself and end up giving you a lot of his clothes. but getting turned on would definitely happen with him. like i said, heeseung loves everything you do in both ways, if you surprise him wearing one of his long button downs first thing out of the shower he wouldn’t be able to keep his hands off you (i mean when does he ever). you’d probably apologize for taking it short notice but he’d end up thanking you for wearing it because he finds it so hot.

jay! i think jay would like this, but moreso in the sense where he likes to dress you up in his clothes so you guys are matching. he seems like he’d be into corny stuff like that lolz. he’ll specifically pick certain clothes from his wardrobe that he wants to see you in, and his little fashionista heart will explode seeing you in it. I don’t think he’ll be a huge turn on for him, but something more wholesome he enjoys. but if you steal an oversized shirt or hoodie to sleep in he might be picky as to which you’re allowed to use since he has his favorite clothing. also jay and his short temper.

jungwon! jungwon wouldn’t be upset about you taking his clothes. but he would definitely tease you about it, like all the time in front of family friends who ever. “y/n has so much clothes but still wants to wear my favorite hoodie!” it would be cute. but he actually really loves when you wear his clothes. i think jungwon would have a decent self control so he wouldn’t always get turned on when you wear his clothes. especially his favorite items, then he might get just a bit upset with you. but sometimes when your wearing his clothes it might be a little to hard to keep control. i think he’d be very subtle about bringing it up because he knows you’ll tease him right back. “i thought you hated when i wore your clothes?” which was a really a lie, it was a way to stop himself from getting horny when he saw you.

sunoo! sunoo kinda seems like he wouldn’t typically enjoy you snooping around his closet at first. so when he sees you wearing his clothes he might be a bit picky about it at first. but once he is used to it he’d probably really adore you in them. but i don’t think he’d get to turned on by the idea unless your just wearing a plain white tee that’s see through. but in most case scenarios it would be more of a fluff thing for him. cuddling you and snuggling you in his clothes, sometimes teasing you for stealing all his clothes like jungwon.

sunghoon! sunghoon seems like he’s not huge on sharing things with you, especially since he seems to adore his high end fashion. but if you ask nicely though i can see him lending you a few clothes that he’d let you wear. but he’d probably be a bit moody if you went through his clothes without his permission. i don’t see him getting that turned on that easily by this though, unless he was already in the mood, or you were purposely trying to seduce him. but of course since your his girlfriend he’d give into the temptation of you eventually.

[kindaasrikal]

Slapping the ninja with hobbies that aren’t just ninja-ing or the already clearly stated ones because they desperately need lives

Cole seriously likes arts and crafts. He’s got his own little area in his room thats just filled with arts and crafts supplies. Glue, glitter, fabric, ribbons, sticks, gems, you name it. He creates ribbon roses, makes his own birthday cards, creates cute little designs almost all the time and gives them to all of the ninja in random little areas.

Zane actually likes taking small random items and fixing them. Nothing big like how three certain somebodies (Cough nya jay and pixal cough) do but just little things everyone owns and can’t fix. Kai accidentally broke a massive candle in a har and he ran off to find Zane to fix it, a bracelet Nya owns broke so she immediately hands it off to Zane, Lloyd breaks a tea cup and presents it to Zane with a ‘please help me.’

Jay really likes any sort of skating. Roller skating, ice skating, skateboarding, you name it he knows it and much better than you do. He takes pride in knowing the most complicated of tricks and moves, and may or may not have used his ninja training to cheat a little but we all would do that let’s be real. He sometimes starts skateboarding in the monastery and Wu may or may not have snatched it from under his feet multiple times but Jay has no proof.

Kai, after having everyone constantly talk to him about how ‘fun�� it was, got hooked onto adventure books. he reads them all, he knows all the big authors, he knows every character and every piece of lore and if he's obsessed enough he WILL buy the entire series. A guilty pleasure he got hooked onto right after was fanfiction. He reads it all.

Nya, strangely enough, got hooked onto flowers. She loves making bouquets and giving them to anyone and everyone who wants them. She’s memorised every meaning each flower has been given, and soon enough she got interested in other plants too, especially ones under water. She takes care of them like her babies and if they die she will be found sobbing in a corner holding the pot or whatever it was in.

Lloyd tripped his way into making clothes. He learnt how to sow from Misako, who was used to altering clothes for Garmadon and Wu. Lloyd specifically likes making designs on shirts and hoodies and the such, usually working with Cole on that front. You could usually find him hunched over anywhere dimly lit with a needle, a shirt, a bunch of thread and a will to make something cool. He could use the machines, but he once accidentally shoved his finger right underneath and he’s held a grudge ever since.

Bonus:

Skylor loves to write, and write she does with that uncompleted 200k original story she’s afraid no one will like, and keeps procrastinating so much that she even writes fanfiction of stuff she hasn’t been into for years. The reader named ‘redhotshot204’ keeps leaving comments though, so she supposes she should keep updating.

Morro is unashamedly good at ballet. He first learnt it for his ninja business, but he became so good at it he couldn’t let it go. He’s graceful with every step he takes and never makes any mistakes every twirl and spin and whatever and he will kick people in the face. Hard. He honestly hates tutus so he will try strangling people with it if forced to wear one, but he absolutely loves ballet shoes. Spinning around in his tip toes became an instinctual habit after a bit.

Harumi likes making jewellery, and makes them as heavy and as sharp as possible. Shes capable of making earrings, necklaces, bracelets, anklets, whatever. It mainly started because she couldn’t find the type of jewellery she wanted during her SoG years, so she began making it by herself. She even glued the spikes of her gi on herself.

Echo got interested in cars, specifically toy cars, and making them functional as actual cars. Not the most normal of hobbies but knowing who he’s related to its to be expected. He once accidentally made an evil toy car and it kept hitting everyone’s heels and ankles the entire day. Harumi ‘accidentally’ pushed Cole onto it so it would break. They had to perform a funeral because Echo was going to actually arrest them for murder if they didn’t.

Pixal got into painting. Sometimes shes slapping paint onto a canvas and then calling it a day, other times shes making something that rivals the Mona Lisa. Landscapes are what she prefers the most, often drawing the scenes they all see when going on big missions, with bright colours to show the beauty they saw. They love hanging it all up around the monastery.

[boyfiejay]

Enhypen : When you wear their clothes

Warnings : All of them are written as lovesick, kisses, size difference mentioned

Author notes : I think I'm falling in love with these OT7 reactions more that actuals fic. They're so much more easier tbh.

Heeseung

• He tries to be cool trust me HE DOES TRY.

• But you just look so cute basically drowning in his clothes with the sweater paws and all.

• He never used to think of himself as huge or something but you wearing his clothes suddenly made him aware of the height and proportional difference between you both.

• Purposefully gives you clothes that are oversized for him, they just make you look even cuter if that's even possible.

• You're a cutie patootie and he's whipped.

Jay

• This man, I genuinely believe he doesn't like to share clothes.

• Reluctantly once gave you his clothes and now he can't get over how you look in them.

• He always loved styling you but now his cuteness aggression went one step higher.

• He has the cutest smile while looking at you minding your business in his clothes, he just can't get enough.

• Sprays his cologne on his clothes before giving them because he knows you love it.

Jake

• The embodiment of happiness when you ask for his clothes.

• He always knew you would look cute in his clothes but you managed to fluster him still.

• Because what do you mean the first piece of clothing you worn of his was a plain white shirt (he's dying atp).

• If he had a tail it would be wagging non stop whenever you wore his clothes.

• The type to buy clothes for himself only for them to end up in your closet.

Sunghoon

• Another one who doesn't like to share clothes but he folds the moment you ask him.

• He tries to act all nonchalant but he just wants to squeeze you (affectionately).

• He thinks he's doing a good job but his grin is saying otherwise.

• Loves spoiling you and knowing how much you love his clothes, he's gifting you his entire closet.

• Gives you a hoodie with his initials on it ( He can't help being possessive like LOOK AT YOU! ).

Sunoo

• He has an entire collection of clothes that he's giving you even before you ask.

• Unlike the others he doesn't stop gushing about how cute you look.

• He knows what looks good on you better than yourself and gives you very specific clothes.

• But if you ask for something else he's giving it to you, no question asked.

• Never ever asks them back, says it was meant for you (you don't know how much I love him >_< ).

Jungwon

• He loves it when you ask for his clothes and how you look in them.

• Honestly thought he wouldn't be the lovesick type but you proved him wrong.

• He has such a highschool girl reaction when you wear his clothes. Giggling in his sweater paws, kicking his feet and all 😭.

• His clothes are already oversized and you look like a toddler in them, but he loves the height difference.

• Kisses you a lot more often and loves your caught off guard reaction

Ni-ki

• He thinks he's tough and all and is proven wrong the moment you give him those doe eyes and ask for his clothes.

• He just goes red when he sees you in his clothes. Like stuttering and avoiding your eye kind of shy.

• There is a noticeable (but not awkward) height difference between you both and he loves to tease you about it, but he always found it cute.

• His hoodies are oversized and they almost reach your knees.

• He acts the opposite but he is so down bad for you, it's almost cringy.

[heeseungiez]

nothing i don’t have | pjs

part 3: toenze

pairings! park jongseong x reader, ft. huening kai x reader

summary! it was supposed to be simple, you and jay would fuck whenever either of you felt horny — no feelings. but it was hard not to catch feelings where park jongseong was involved. so you took the easy way out: you ended it.

genre! texts, written fic, college au, love triangle (corner)

word count! 1.5k

content warnings! swearing

author's note! i'm sick and not doing ok but jay and toenze always is on the brain </3

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The last thing you expected to see today was Jay with an electric guitar. But here you were, standing in the Sanctuary Café in front of their live music stage, where Kai’s band was setting up. And he was a part of the band.

You had stumbled inside the coffee shop late, and the guys were already half-way through setting up. Not a single thing had been out of the ordinary when you came in. It was your boyfriend and his three other band members, each getting ready for practice. You greeted them with a smile and side-hug each, and it seemed like it would go the same way any other practice had gone before. 

But then someone new entered the shop. Dressed in a grey hoodie and flannel, your eyes widened at the sight of Jay. He held a guitar case in his right hand, and you thought, okay, maybe this is just a stupid coincidence, but then he noticed you, and he started walking toward you. So you thought maybe it was because of you.

And then Taerae spoke up, “Jay, hey! I’m so glad you could make it.”

You glanced at Kai, whose expression was just as puzzled as yours. He had no idea as well.

“Yeah. Thanks for inviting me.” Jay’s lopsided grin made your heart skip a beat, and you had to take a step back when he was close to the stage. “You guys were looking for a second guitarist?”

“We were?” Kai asked, giving Taerae a pointed look. The boy shrugged with a smile, unaware of the happenings between Kai, Jay and you.

“Yeah, I met Jay at a guitar shop, and heard him play. He’s actually really good, so I thought I’d ask him to come by. Honestly, I’d like to focus on vocals sometimes, so a second guitarist would be useful.” Taerae shrugged, giving his painfully sensible reasoning that nobody could refute without sounding like a petulant child. 

“I mean, I have nothing against it if he’s as good as Taerae says he is,” said Beomgyu, eyeing Jay. “But the girls are mine,” he joked, although his glare felt a bit too realistic.

“Yeah, I don’t mind either. We could use another visual, too,” Yujin reasoned. 

“Kai? It’s already three to four.” Taerae looked at the drummer, and he sighed in response. 

“Can we actually hear Jay play before we make any concrete decisions? Because right now, it’s all just opinions.”

Yes, that made sense to do. You nodded despite having nothing to do with the band and its decisions. But you knew that Jay truly was a genius when it came to playing the guitar. You’ve heard him play more times than you could count, and occasionally, those performances were specifically for you over video call or in person. You always loved listening to Jay’s playing and singing. 

When Kai glanced at you, he understood as much from your expression, and a small frown decorated his lips. He shouldn’t be jealous, he was the one dating you, yet the knowledge of everything that transpired between you and Jay, and your feelings for him made him scared for what could happen if Jay got his head out of the gutter and realised that maybe, he was also in love with you. 

“Okay. I can play a song I’ve been working on with Heeseung,” Jay said, getting his guitar out — it was Jane. With Taerae’s help, the two quickly set it up and connected it to the speakers.

When Jay started playing, you immediately recognised the song. It wasn’t finished as far as you were aware, but Jay and Heeseung had been working on it for quite a while. The song, Paranormal, meant a lot to Heeseung especially, so he wanted to make sure every single detail about it was perfect.

To you, it sounded amazing already, but considering Heeseung’s perfectionism, he probably always thought of something that wasn’t quite right yet. 

When Jay was done, everyone around him started clapping. Including you. There was no denying his talents, and Taerae was especially proud of being the person who brought him here.

“So, you write your own songs too?” he asked. 

“I’m still struggling with writing decent lyrics, but other than that, yeah.” Jay nodded, glancing at you. There were times you helped him write a few lines here and there, so you averted your gaze, biting the inside of your cheek. 

To be completely honest, what you and Jay had, to you, did not feel or seem casual in the slightest. Even Kai thought you two were actually dating at first. But that was the kind of person Jay was. Sweet, caring and affectionate without thinking much into it — he didn’t do it on purpose, it was just what he was used to. Small acts of kindness or even bigger ones, to him, were something he did because it was the normal thing to do. So what he perceived as casual was seen as so much more to anyone looking from the outside. Or to the one on the receiving end of it all. But you understood Jay better than anyone, unfortunately. So you couldn’t even delude yourself into thinking that confessing would lead to something. 

Letting go was the much better option. 

You were grateful for Kai. For being your anchor and for giving you the strength you needed to tear yourself away from Jay. 

“Then it’s decided, right?” Taerae looked at his band members, a proud smile gracing his lips. 

Beomgyu and Yujin agreed with eager nods, but Kai sighed. Glancing at you, he noticed you were already watching him, your smile supportive of whichever decision he made. 

And, to nudge him along, you said: “He is really good.”

“Ugh, fine,” Kai mumbled. “Would be a waste not to let him join if that’s what he wants.” Shaking his head, Kai’s attention was more on you than Jay.

“Welcome to the band!” Beomgyu exclaimed, instantly going in for a handshake with Jay. “I look forward to working with you.” The bassist faked a serious tone. “But seriously, though, the girls are mine.”

“Literally no girls want your loser ass,” said Yujin, rolling his eyes.

“You little—” Beomgyu put down his bass just to chase after Yujin who started giggling, running around the café in an attempt to escape.

Taerae and Kai laughed, shaking their heads. You, on the other hand, bit your lip and headed toward Jay while steeling yourself from whatever the conversation might lead to. 

“So, you want to join Kai’s band all of a sudden?” You raised your brow, and Jay looked almost puzzled that you spoke to him. Though he recovered quickly, nodding.

“Yeah, sure. Why not, you know? Taerae asked, and I didn’t feel like saying no.”

You hummed, a little in disbelief over the whole situation. You doubted Jay didn’t have any ulterior motives for joining the band, but you didn’t feel like bringing it up now since the likelihood of Jay actually telling you was little to none.

“It’ll definitely make it easier to find someone else then, since girls do love guitarists,” you commented with a light chuckle.

Jay smacked his lips together, shrugging. “I don’t think I’m really looking for any casual hookups anymore,” he said, which took you by surprise this time. “I’ve been wasting too much of my time not committing to anything. So it’s time for a bit of a change.”

“For joining a band?”

“For committing myself to something I love,” said Jay, a smile gracing his lips as he stared at you. There was a spark in his eye as if he could sense the way your heart skipped a beat, but then he chuckled. “I want to focus more on music, and Taerae’s offer was kinda perfectly timed.”

“Right, of course. That makes a lot of sense,” you agreed, nodding dumbly along.

“Why? Did you think I did this because of you?” Jay’s tone was teasing. He tilted his head and raised a brow at you, the corner of his mouth lifting into the signature lopsided grin of his that revealed his dimple. 

Your brain stuttered as you stared at him, blinking excessively. “No. No— obviously, not. Why would I think that?”

“I don’t know. Maybe because you know that I missed you? You said we’d be friends but then you’ve barely spoken to me,” Jay explained himself, pursing his lips. “So, you could be thinking that.”

“I was not thinking that.” You furrowed your brows. “But you should’ve told me. I thought that since you’ve barely texted me that you don’t want to hang out as much anymore.”

“That’s not it, I just— I don’t know…”

“You can always talk to me about anything, Jay. That’s what friends are for,” you said, smiling thinly. “I’m glad you finally decided to pursue music, though.”

“Yeah, me too,” Jay said. 

“Okay, guys, stop messing around. Let’s begin practice!” Taerae exclaimed, clapping his hands. “Jay, can you follow my lead?”

tags: @moonpri @addictedtohobi @samsayssam @sillydallyz @semisemirin1i82

[emerald-cloud23]

i present you: alternative fashion headcanons thought of by uhh me (also yes they'd listen to the respective music genres)

cole: grunge (i do love me emo cole tho)

nya: scene (nyan cat vibes.. maybe even gyaru too). or punk because of how her and kai grew up. a mix of both?

kai: punk. i do not take criticism, he would always fight for a better leadership in the country he's in.

lloyd: he's so sad, especially in the movie, i cannot think of anything other than emo. either full emo outfit (maybe s5 possessed vibes) or the 'natural emo' style (looks normal to avoid bullying but still has the hairstyle, hoodies/long sleeves etc)

jay: idk but he would definitely be a nerd/geek and mayybe cosplay?

morro: gothhhhhhh. vampire goth. died emo in the caves of despair, awoke as a cursed ghost in a goth outfit.

garmadon: (lord/pre-cured): he gets called 'the dark lord' or 'the lord of darkness' so definitely something dark yet regal/royal. (sensei/cured): trying to tone the regal and dark stuff back buuut he feels like it's a part of him so he still keeps the stuff. (emperor/resurrected): he's just a zombie in s8/9, in s10 he's in a prison outfit and thennn until crystalized he's trying different styles out! but when he gets comfy with vinny he goes 'old people clothes' (like his brown jacket or whatever it is) but in oni form?? oh, he's fulllll dark. nothing specific just everything that looks cool and scary and intimidating in his eyes

also a fun jaya combo: she was a punk, he did ballet

[woniefication]

ENHYPEN HYUNG LINE WHEN YOUR’E SAD

Genre: fluff

Warnings: None :)

𝑳𝒆𝒆 𝑯𝒆𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒖𝒏𝒈 (이희승)

Seeing you sad broke Heeseung on the inside. That’s when an Idea popped up in his head.

Quickly he grabbed his coat and grabbed your hand dragging you gently.

“Where are we going Hee?” You questioned.

“You’ll see baby”. He answered a small smile plastered on his face.

He guided you to the passenger seat of his car, you were always the passenger princess. He drove off not really going anywhere specific. That’s how you knew he was taking you for a late night drive.

He placed a hand gently on your thigh.

“Don’t you ever be sad princess.”

𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝑱𝒂𝒚 (박종성)

Jay like the man he is would notice immediately.

“No,baby not while I’m here let it all out.” He said while placing you on his lap.

You placed your head into the crook of his neck bawling your eyes out. Jay could feel his hoodie getting wet but he didn’t care, he was busy rubbing comforting circles on your back.

“Let it all out love, I’m here for you always darling.”

That moment altered your brain chemistry forever, Jay was the guy you wanted forever for sure.

𝐒𝐢𝐦 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 (제이크)

“Baby come on, get up.” Jake would say as he noticed you staring blankly into nothing on the couch.

Suddenly you felt a wet lick on your ankle, it was Layla your dog. You let out a slight chuckle.

Jake watched as Layla continued to lick and rub agains you ,her fur soft.

“How about we all go for a walk around the block? it’ll even help you feel better.” Jake suggested.

You shrugged seemingly content with the suggestion. You quickly put Layla’s leash on,and waited for Jake to wear his jacket.

The walk was so calm and comforting your hand in Jake’s. There’s nowhere else you’d like to be.

𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝑺𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒏 (성훈)

Sunghoon always the quiet type,felt the guilt eating at him because he didn’t know how to comfort you.

He abruptly got up and went to the kitchen. Turning the kettle on and getting a hello kitty mug and placing a tea bag inside.

When the tea was done he wrote a small note on a sticky note.

“My dearest girlfriend I hope this tea warms you up, I love you :)”

He placed the note on the side of the mug walking over to you silently and placing the mug infront of the counter infront of you.

He hoped you would notice his effort.

[kimberly-spirits13]

SFW Fluff Alphabet w/ Jason Todd

A= How affectionate are they

he's like a teddy bear and wants to cuddle all the time

he always wants a kiss or a hug and wants you to know how much he loves you

Jason's affection knows no bounds- he makes sure that you feel great and are doing perfect and that everything in life is alright

Cold? He's got a hoodie and a blanket. Sad? He's a leather shoulder to cry on. Happy? He's happy too

he likes to be touching at any moment

On patrol you're rubbing shoulders and he's as close to you as possible without straight up hugging you, he's got a hang on your back, hand on your thigh, he's got both hands holding your hands, you two link pinkies, his hand is in your hair, his hand is on your cheek, any form of touch

B= Bond- What do you bond over

Jay really, really likes reading so if you're into reading, he wants to talk about it a lot

if you're not a reader, well surprise, you are now

hearing him talk so highly of his books makes you want to read, just so you can talk to him more about them

He likes to work on his bike and clean his weapons so if you're down to help him, he'd be so excited

if you also have a tragic backstory, get ready to trauma dump with each other

he's got a deep respect for those who have lived through terrible tragedies and are still functioning members of society (even if it's partial functioning)

C= Cuddles- How do they cuddle

Cuddle monster

like it's cheesy but it's how you describe him

he also loves sleeping on top of you with his head buried in your neck or using your chest as a pillow and he's got his arms wrapped tightly around you

he likes to be the big spoon since he finds it uncomfortable for someone his sized to be cuddled lol

he's a giant so just let him tuck you into his chest and snooze away

he likes to cuddle in minimal clothing sometimes, not in a sexy way but in a he really likes having you close to him at all times

plus, he's a space heater so it's not like you're going to get cold

D= Domestic- What are they like domestically 

he loves being domestic

you two have a nice medium sized apartment with a guest room or two and your bedroom and an office maybe with a big kitchen and living room and a washer and dryer room

He makes bank on that criminal mastermind gig

Plus, if you're working, it helps being dual income

He really likes cleaning around the house and you think it's a stress reliever for him

there are temporary dance breaks during cleaning and he likes to dip you down and kiss you to whatever song is playing- he secretly finds it adorable when you dance on his feet and he will not complain, but don't tell a soul deary

he really really really likes to cook too

Your place always smells like a master piece and Jason really likes going to William Sonoma

it's the fanciest place that he will willingly go to

E= Ego- How much do they think about themselves in a relationship

He's got boundaries like a normal human being, but the dude is really selfless

Jason just wants everything to be alright and he is able to make compromises where they need to be made

the one thing that he really, really cares about is making sure that his weapons, bike, helmet, and things are all in check

I wouldn't recommend going around and messing with anything unless you have to

Like he's not going to be mad at you, but Jason just prefers that that stuff gets left alone unless specifically told otherwise

F= Fights- How are they during and after fights

fights are few and in between but when they happen, they happen

it's not really ever over anything small because you can quickly just talk it out with Jason

if it's over something like a mission or safety or doing something reckless, it's a big fight

he doesn't yell, he hates yelling at you, but his eyes go dark and he's so angry

he's probably clenching his jaw and just has to take a minute to cool off at some points

"I'm not ignoring you, I just can't talk about this while I'm this angry about it."

and he'll go on a brisk walk to cool off

he comes back and sits down and talks about it less angry

Alfred once told him, "it's not you against Y/N, it's you and Y/N against the problem. Don't be upset with each other that you have differing views or wants, that's how humans work, we're all different. Anger only gets grown men into bat costumes Master Jason."

G= Growth- How does your relationship change them

Jason actually becomes more secure in himself

it's like you've taught him that he deserves to be loved, so it's easier for him to accept that he doesn't hate himself

he's more patient, more deliberate with the things that he does and says and because of this, he comes home from patrol less and less injured

H= Hugs-What are hugs like

big bear hugs

he likes to engulf you and make sure that you're not leaving for a little while

He likes all kinds of hugs because it means that he's close to you, but he prefers the ones that turn into cuddle sessions

he'll run his hands through your hair or scratch your back

sometimes when he's having a bad day, he just needs to burry his head in the crook of your neck and have you whisper that it's going to be alright

I= I love you- How fast did it take for them to say II love you

he doesn't say it too fast, but he also doesn't take forever to say it

It's maybe like a year or a bit less into dating and he has to leave for a mission

You were either not going to go because you're not a vigilante, or you needed to stay behind to make sure that some crime mob wasn't starting back up

He says "I love you" when he's about to leave

He doesn't want to leave you, but he knows he has to

He hugs you so tight when you say it back

it means the world to him that you care about him like that

it's a rib crushing soul and he thinks about it the entire mission

J= Jealousy- How jealous are they

I'd say he can be pretty jealous but also he's easily leveled off

if someone is taking your attention and he's not getting as much as usual, he inserts himself into conversations or situations like a Golden Retriever

he just kinds of sits there and stares at your or rubs circles on your hang until you give him attention

If it's someone flirting with you, he likes to make some sort of show out of it

If there's someone flirting with you at a gala (which happens a lot), he pulls you in for a dance and kissing you in the middle of the dance floor

You know what he's doing but you're not going to deny it are you

K= Kisses- How do they kiss/ where do they like to be kissed

He likes to be kissed everywhere

his shoulders, his abs, his collarbone, his neck, behind his ear, his cheek, the forehead, on the lips

you name it

he really prefers a real kiss though

that's his go to

L= Love language- What’s their love language 

quality time and physical touch

he just wants you

Jason would melt into you at any moment if it meant he got to be close to you

He wants to spend time with you, even if you're not doing the same thing, and he wants his body touching yours somehow

M= Mornings- What are mornings with them like-

he's the kind of guy that sets an early alarm if he has to get up so that he can cuddle

mornings are basically always slow and warm and cozy

he likes to cuddle in the morning and have himself wrapped around you

sometimes before bed, he turns the AC colder so that when you wake up, you have to be close together to keep warm

if he wakes up before you, he'll either go back to sleep, or he plays with your hair until you wake up

N= Nicknames- What are their nicknames for you

doll

babe

love

darling

hottie

hot stuff

angel

love

O= On Patrol- What’s it like being on patrol with them

He likes to keep a close eye on you

You have to learn that it's not because he doesn't trust you, it's because he's always worried about the people he loves getting hurt or dying

he wants to make sure that at any moment something goes South, he's there to protect you

he flirts a lot on patrol

He also likes cracking jokes while he's busting skulls

it's one of the more morbid things he does

he likes to team up on patrol and always wants to know what you're doing and how you're doing

the two of you will often be seen near the bank building eating fast food perched on the ledge

he'll totally take you to his favorite gargoyle don't worry

P= PDA- What’s their stand on PDA

loves PDA, loves touching you

he's not gross about it like he's never making out with you in front of a crowd but he's always got an arm around you or a hand on your thigh

There are plenty of pap pictures of him with his arm wrapped around your shoulder while talking to you or glaring at something/ someone

if you're also famous for something, the paparazzi are always there but ten fold the intensity if you weren't famous

articles are always being written about Gotham's favorite couple

America's favorite couple if you're big enough

Q= Quirks- What are their quirks

he really likes to keep things really, really clean

usually your house is spotless because he's cleaning up after himself and you do the same

sometimes partners just get comfy and leave their crap everywhere

not Jason, he's clean as can be, not because he's uncomfortable around you, but because it's comforting for him to be in a non chaotic space

you know that he's stressed when he starts leaving things everywhere

R= Remember- Do they remember the details or the big picture

Jason remembers everything down to the final detail

there's like an always open compartment in his brain that filters and sorts the information about you and your relationship

he knows what you like and dislike, who you're beefing with at all times, what flavor candies are your favorite, what food you don't like, if there's a spice you don't like, he knows how you prefer your clothes and what color metal for jewelry you prefer, he knows how you like the recoil on your guns if you have any, he remembers the washing detergent that you use and the dryer sheet scent and brand

man knows everything

it's like that one kid that just knows random, niche information that no one expects them to know

he knows it allll

S= Security- How do you two feel around each other

he feels so safe and free around you

he just knows that if there is a problem, you'd be able to handle it

If there was a moment when he was taken out, he knows you'd protect him somehow

he gets all soft around you and he feels comfortable letting his guard down

You can trust that he's always there for you and that no matter what, he's going to be there for you

Jason is loving and attentive and wants to take care of you in any way possible

T= Taste- what do they prefer in a partner 

he needs someone that can keep up with him

he's an intellectual, even if doesn't seem like it

he's an analytical person and needs someone that can have conversations with him and be on his level

Like you really don't have to be a straight A student because not all smart people are straight A students

I mean come on, Albert Einstein was reported to be a bad student and he's a genius

he also wants someone that puts some care into themselves

if you're running around without a care in the world, stepping into oncoming traffic because you don't care, it's going to stress him tf out

U= Understanding- How understanding of you are they

Jason is extremely understanding of life

I mean it's screwed him over a few times so he knows that it can get difficult

Jason also needs someone that is understanding of him

they understand why he maybe doesn't want to watch IT, or he sleeps a lot when he can, or he doesn't like loud noises and ticking sounds

Jason being understanding though doesn't mean that he's easy to use

Oh he understands alright

he understands that he hates the people that try and use him for gain

V= Value- What do they value most in a relationship

Jason values someone that will be just as enthusiastic about something as he is

He loves someone that wants to be around him and talk to him

he need someone that he can vent to without judgement

he needs someone that respects his personal boundaries (as any normal human is like)

he needs someone that can understand that even if sometimes he messes up, he's really, really trying to turn out better than he was told he would become

W= Work- Do they balance their work schedule well around your relationship 

he's pretty good at balancing work around your relationship

it helps if you're a vigilante too

sometimes things comes up and he has to skip a date or comes home extra late and he really, really hates it and feels so bad about it

he's sure to call and text you all the time to make sure that you never get stood up somewhere or that you know what he's doing and what his intentions are

He never wants you to feel like you're being left behind or put on the back burner

X= Xtra- Extra headcannons

He's got good taste when it comes to interior design

he got an apartment where he did to make sure that it would always have sunlight during the day

I'd say he's a handy person too

I mean he worked with Bruce his entire life and does mechanics, he can't be that bad at fixing a bad pipe or general maintenance

Y= Yearning- How much do they miss you when you’re apart

Jason hates LOATHS being without you

if you're out of town for a mission or something, he doesn't sleep well and he struggles to chill out

he's always on edge wondering if there's something wrong that needs fixing

whenever you're reunited, he's all over you

the "never leaving you again" mentality

he's not obsessive but he really, really misses you when you're gone

like his other half or one of his lungs is missing

Z) Zeal- How dedicated or enthusiastic about the relationship are they

when he's serious about something, he's all in it

he loves being around you and making leaps in your relationship

he values your company and everything that you have to offer and he just thinks that you're the greatest thing to exist since indoor plumbing

there's no cheating, no longing looks at someone else, there's nothing that indicates anything going on between him and someone else

He's just there for you and that's it

he is yours and yours only and that's how he prefers it to be

[hoonieyun]

date with bachelor number four

welcome to, "is he mr. right?", the dating game! where a lucky girl who is looking for love has the opportunity to go on a date with four handsome and eager bachelor's who are also looking for love.

this is an interactive dating show au where the readers can vote on "yn's" decisions, ultimately leading to who she will be with at the end... but more on that later!

heeseung 𐐪♡𐑂 jongseong 𐐪♡𐑂 jaeyun 𐐪♡𐑂 sunghoon

warnings: not really but pls lmk - 18+ not proofread lol

wc: 3022

episode four: date with bachelor number four

memories of last episode replay in your head causing you to smile at the thought. jay’s beautiful song, the delicious food, and jay’s unwavering attention that just drew you into him. there’s no such thing as perfect but to you, that date was perfect. it was all you could talk about for the last few days besides the fact that whoever the next guys are, their dates better blow your mind because jay was currently in first place by a great margin. 

when the next filming day eventually arrived, you and your style team spent a good chunk of time while you were getting ready just giggling and talking about your first date. they were telling you about how giddy it made them feel watching it back and how everyone on the internet had already started to root for you and jay to be endgame. they even went as far as to show you the hashtag viewers trended called “SingForMeJay”, “YNPrettyLikeASong” and “YNJayMrandMrsRight”. 

you laughed at the idea of those hashtags because they were somewhat long for a tag and you weren’t even sure if jay could be the one based off of one date. of course the date was better than you could’ve expected and it set a benchmark moving forward for the rest of the dates; but you couldn’t tell for sure if jay is mr. right just based on that. 

but he was sure on his way to earn that title. 

your outfit for today was pretty simple but cute. the stylists didn’t give you any hints on what your date was going to be but all they said was that the outfit they styled for you had to be comfortable for the activities this date would entail. you were nervous that the date would involve some physical activity because of that comment but considering your outfit didn’t look like activewear, you ruled that out fairly quickly. 

the outfit for today’s date consisted of baggy jeans, a comfy blue zip up hoodie and a crop top underneath. it was pretty sunny today but there was a consistent breeze so you made sure to keep the hoodie zipped up so you wouldn’t get chilly. 

and just like before, you’re driven to the location of the date. the car you were riding in had the windows covered so you couldn’t see where you were and once the car came to a halt, the PA blindfolds you just like last time. 

for some reason, you were way more nervous today than the last date. you thought it would get easier since you kind of got the first date jitters away, but because this date was completely different from the last; your mind wandered to all of the things that could go wrong. 

what if you trip and fall? 

what if the bachelor doesn’t like your outfit? 

what if the two of you don’t mix well? 

“alright, yn. ready?” the PA asks and you just nod, her hand grabbing yours as she carefully guides you out of the car and onto the filming spot. you could hear plenty of things going on around you, people talking, large machinery you assumed, and the overall sound of large groups of people. you couldn’t put your finger on it but you felt like it was at the tip of your tongue, you just couldn’t fully decipher where you were. 

on the count of three, you’re instructed to take off your blindfold and turn around, to which you did and are met with one of your favorite places. the amusement park, specifically the sanrio amusement park. this place held a lot of fond memories for you because it was not only the place you and your friends would often frequent but this was where you went on your first date with your most recent ex. 

sure, the two of you have broken up and are probably finding new people– but you held onto the good memories of that relationship even if it sometimes left a bitter taste in your mouth when you reminsce on the closing days of your relationship. the tension between you and your ex as you both try to avoid the inevitable. you two just weren’t on the same page anymore and that’s okay. 

“are you excited?” the producer asks from behind the camera and you nod, telling him that you love amusement parks so this date was already going well for you. “alright, today you’re going on a date with bachelor number four, he’s waiting for you at the entry gate so go ahead and find him, ok?” you’re told and with that, you make your way over to the gate with no help. 

it was like you knew this place like the back of your hand. 

soon enough, a person standing all by himself with a large mymelody plushie covering him comes into your vision. he’s standing in the middle of the gate and the sight alone makes you smile. it was cute that he had gotten you the abnormally large plushie but the fact that he was hiding behind it made him so much cuter. 

you were excited to meet him, all of the nerves already leaving your body as you arrived at the familiar and favorite location, but the image of the boy in front of you helped seize it fullty. “hi, are you my date?” you ask as you come to a halt in front of him. the excitement soon leaves your body and nerves quickly return when he moves the plushie away to reveal himself. 

jake, your ex-boyfriend. 

both of your faces mirror one another, wide eyed and mouth ajar at the unexpected reunion between the two of you. neither of you couldve expected to see each other, especially not in these circumstances so shock was an understatement. you felt almost blindsided? there was no way production knew that jake was your ex and no way for jake to have known you were going to be on the show so although you didn’t want to call it merely a coincidence, there was no other explanation. 

“um, can we cut?” you ask and the team around you just exchange awkward glances with one another, not doing anything as the producer looks at you with a puzzle expression. “i said cut!” frustration in your voice as you walk away, heading to where they had dropped you off. everyone on the production crew halt filming, a single cameraman following you as you walk away while the producer tells everyone to reset and hold places for filming to start again while they try to figure out what happened with you. 

“can you give me a minute, please?” you ask the cameraman and he reluctantly stops filming, at some point he was a bit nervous to stop because he didn’t want to risk his job but the troubled expression on your face prompted him to comfort you. “hey, is everything ok?” he asks, a sniffle coming from you in response, choosing to stay silent because you didn’t know how you even felt at this moment. 

“you’re clearly going through something, just tell me; it’ll make you feel better.” he offers once more and so you take his kindness and tell him what’s wrong. 

“that guy- the bachelor for this week; he’s my ex.” you explain and his face softens, like he completely understands the root of your behavior, no need for further explanation. “i didn’t think i’d see him but it’s been so long– i wasn’t ready for any of that..” you continue.

“so, this is it? you’re just going to walk away because you’re scared?” jake says, running his hands through his hair with a huff of frustration. the two of you originally met up to just “talk” but this talk has turned into a 2 hour long conversation, talking in circles and unable to arrive at a conclusion about your relationship. you loved jake and jake loved you but he wanted something you weren’t ready for. jake wanted to settle down, start a family, and build a life together but you were so young. 

you wanted to have a life with jake so badly but would it be at the cost of your youth? the two of you still had so much to live for, so much to learn and to see and to experience. you loved jake, but you loved yourself too much to deprive yourself from not being able to experience all the world had to offer. 

“i’m not afraid– i’ve never been afraid. jake i tell you this all the time, the one thing i value most in my life is my freedom, and i’m not saying that being with you will take that away but… 

right now i’m going to choose my freedom because it’s the one thing i know i will always have no matter what and i think if i were to settle down right now, my freedom would be an option opposed to the noptio.” and with that, you told jake goodbye, walking away from your boyfri- now ex-boyfriend, tears running from your eyes while jake watched your figure get smaller and smaller as you walked further and further away from him. 

the life he thought he had planned out with you failing before it even started. 

“for what it’s worth, your freedom should never be up for debate when finding someone to love you. your freedom should be something he helps you embrace, not something he takes away from you.” you give the cameraman a thankful glance partnered with a smile. 

filming resumes just minutes after your peptalk with the cameraman, a sense of comfort that only a stranger who knows nothing about you can provide because he was in no position to judge you; but instead to choose kindness. 

you apologize to all of the staff and crew, sending an apologetic gaze to the producer who simply just waves it off and tells the crew to begin filming at his countdown. “are you ok?” jake asks and you just nod, tidying yourself and putting on your best fake smile for the cameras. 

you and jake try your best to reenact the initial meeting, big and bright smiles on your faces in comparison to the first time where you both mirrored your shocked expressions. “hi, i’m jake.” he says, offering you the giant plushie in his arms to which you slowly accept before thanking him and introducing yourselves. you aren’t sure how your chemistry was going to read to viewers through a screen but you were going to try your best to give this date the benefit of the doubt. 

sure there was still some resentment between the two of you but if jake was willing to try; so will you. 

the date goes on, jake taking you to your favorite spots of the whole amusement park, your usual routine since your very first date. it made you laugh a bit knowing that he chose this as the first date because it was just like your very first one all those years ago. he took you to bumper cars, to which he always drove because he knew you were a bit scared to drive the bumper cars. 

then he brought you to several carnival game tents where he won you several sanrio plushies because he knew how to beat the riggory behind the games, a triumphant and proud smile on his face each time he won another prize and an even bigger smile when he’d see how happy you got that he won you something. 

just like old times, you dragged jake to a few rollercoasters that you were excited to ride and knew he’d be scared of. that was always the dynamic between the two of you when it came to rollercoasters; you’d tease jake for being scared and he’d try to show you he wasn’t but he’d end up clutching onto you with his eyes closed until you’d pat him on the heqad to let him know it was over. 

much like how you were now as the rollercoaster came to a halt, jake had his eyes shut while he clung onto you, comfort washing over him knowing that you’re by his side. something that he’s missed for a long time. 

“okay, no more rides. please.” jake says, dramatically clutching his chest like he just got done fighting for his life when the ride lasted less than 3 minutes and was the slowest of them all. “stop being a drama queen, come on!” you say with a chuckle, grabbing jake by his hand and dragging him to the next ride. your hand in his caught jake off guard, but he didn’t oppose. he did always think that your hand fit in his the best, like it was meant to fit into his as if it was molded by a sculptor. 

“last one, i promise.” you say as the two of you arrive at the giant ferris wheel, hello kitty’s face in the center of the large circle. the sun had gone down by now and the anxiety from the beginning was long gone, the two of you falling into your usual routine before you broke up. like no time has passed and this was merely another date the two of you had planned. the bitterness of reality yet to come back as neither of you choose not to focus on the fact that you are no longer together, haven’t been for awhile, and this was all for a tv show. 

when your carriage on the ferris wheel arrives, jake helps you on first and follows you after, a slight wavering in his expression as he steps onto the suspended cage. “it’ll be okay, jake.” you reassure him. thankfully the camera crew couldn’t follow you because there were only two per carriage so they followed behind. 

“was there a reason you wanted to go on here so bad? what if we fall?” jake says, slightly peering over and taking a gander at the height that you were now at and instantly leaning back when he sees how high up you were. 

“aside from seeing you all scared like this?” you ask, a teasing gaze. jake just pouting at you in response, “i wanted a chance to talk to you without having the cameras in our face.” you explain and jake gives you a nod in acknowledgement. 

“i know it;s been a while since we last saw each other and i know we didn’t necessarily end on the best terms but– i hope you’re well, jake. 

i never meant to hurt you and i’m sorry i chose myself but i did love you. i loved you so much.” you confessed, jake’s hand flying to your face as he softly wipes away your tears with his thumb. you grab onto his hand and melt into his touch, a type of longing you didn’t realize you had been yearning for until it was brought back to you. 

“you have nothing to apologize for. i just want you to know that i’ll never hold it against you to choose your happiness and freedom, i just wish i could’ve been the one to give that to you. maybe i still can..?” he says, hope in his eyes as the moonlight reflected in them.

“yeah..” you say and when jake looks into your eyes, he sees all the color of the world, pink, red, blue, and so many more that he wishes he could identify but your gaze alone was enough to leave him in awe. the loud popping of fireworks fills the park as bright combinations of colors illuminate the darkness of the night. 

traditional shapes of fireworks are partnered with those that resemble the images of beloved sanrio characters. you and jake take turns pointing out the ones you recognize, appreciating the joy of the moment as you two forget about the past, thinking that maybe this was an instance where moving on and starting over was a possibility. 

an option that neither of you knew were available. 

you gently place your head onto jake’s shoulder and he places his on top of your head as the two of you take in the rest of the night, finding comfort in each other and the familiarity seeping back in as the fireworks drown out the looming feeling that something could go wrong. 

once the ride was over, concluding your date; you give jake a short hug goodbye. jake wishing that he could hold onto that feeling for the rest of his life. 

“what was your favorite part of the date?”

yn: the rollercoasters, for sure jake: not the rollercoasters… that’s for sure. maybe seeing how happy yn got when i won her a prize?

“would you date the other?”

yn: yeah jake: 100% yes

“do you think he’ll be mr. right?”

yn: it’s too early to say but i definitely think he might have a good chance “do you think you’ll be mr. right?”

jake: i’ll do my best to be that for her.

after the question is asked, you try to get up and leave but you’re told to sit back down as they had another question for you, same with jake who was doing his interview in a different location. 

“your conversation together on the ferris wheel, you do realize you’re still mic’d up right?” 

yn: oh.. jake: i see.. 

the two of you hadn’t even taken that into consideration when choosing to talk about your past. no one besides the two of you, and the cameraman, knew about the two of you being exes, and now the whole crew knew about it. you didn’t know how it was going to reside with the audience but since it was briefly touched upon in previous episodes, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad that everyone knew. not like it was something to hide. 

“how does it feel to see your ex again?”

yn: i’m not sure, but i just know it was better than the last time we saw each other.  jake: it feels like fate.. 

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hoonieyun notes: eeee some angst for todays episode!! did you guess right that jake was bachelor number four AND the ex that was referenced in the last chapters?

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