aerindrs

[aerindrs]

— love island, enhypen edition

enha as the islanders x afab reader (hyung line). | maknae line

warnings/content. suggestive content, got WAYYY carried away with jake’s part, slowburn, reality tv au, YEARNINGGG, romantic competition, half-cheating, angst, light e2l, swearing, jealousy, insecurity, drama-heavy (duh)

lightly proofread, i did NOT sleep to write this lmao.

word count: 7.2k

inspired by the aot edition from @rynfiles, pls check them out!!

Heeseung 이희승

def a smooth ass talker, so charismatic 

such a heartthrob

would be a fan favorite at first

an OG and would partner up with whoever he wants

also prob have a kiss by the end of the first episode 

knows he’s hot and would honestly use that to his advantage to get to know everyone, esp in early days

genuinely so funny and would be one of the guys that gets along well with both the boys and girls

however, he would be a lil bit of a fuckboy, but he would feel so bad about it after watching the show back at the end.

being a libra, hee is naturally (and sometimes unintentionally) very flirty to the point where a girl might think she is being led on. even if he’s just trying to be nice. 

cue one of the girls saying, “idk like heeseung and i just seem to have a good connection.”

10 minutes later he’s tonguing down another girl.

so him and his first pairing would just end in a pretty messy situation

fans start to not fw him

he would be in couples and stay throughout the whole show just because he’s good tv. 

he’d be on the chopping block a few times but would somehow the producers would find something to save him (rob cough cough)

fans love to hate him

but wouldn’t truly fall head over heels until about week 3 and really hit it off with a girl. no one else matters to him at that point

you’d be a bombshell (duh)

but by the time casa amor comes around and he wants to close things off, the girls would be gone by that point

he’d be fuming

but then when the casa girls come, he’d be like ‘nah, i miss my girl’

but his head would be slightly turned by one of them

maybe a kiss or two, heavy petting unfortunately

but then when the girls are sent the video of what the boys have been doing…

best believe heeseung would get his ass handed to him at the recoupling

wouldn’t be able to look at you, once he sees the look in your eyes was when it hit him.

he wouldn’t bring anyone back though!!

you would put a pillow between them

fans kinda hate him at this point, like bro is public enemy #1

but he would do anything to win you back

i’m talking on HIS KNEES, yearning !!

a clip on tiktok would go viral of him for that

“if i have to show you why you’re the one for me, i’ll do it again. over and over again until you want me. i don’t care what it takes. i can’t let you go.”

fans would swoon, then hate themselves for liking him again (real asf)

kordell and serena coded as far as the casa situation

days of nice gestures until you felt you wanted him to stop

he would (try to) make you breakfast and bring it up to the beauty room; giving you a kiss on the side of your head as he left. saying “i know you like your eggs scrambled and your coffee light and sweet”

it would prob taste terrible it’s the thought that counts

the girls would giggle after he got far enough from the door, but you didn’t pay much mind

making you cheese toasties in the middle of the day when he “just so happens” to hear that you’re hungry.

after days of groveling, you cave when he enlists jay and jake to help him make your favorite food for candlelit dinner by the beach.

“i know i fucked up, i know that i hurt you badly. but please, if you give me this chance to prove that i’m not just some asshole, i will be the best boyfriend you’ve ever had.”

“boyfriend?”

“boyfriend.”

would have the hideaway for the night

would def make use of the toys in there

can see y’all being in the final 4

final date is horseback riding and dinner at one of the luxury resorts in fiji

his finale speech would send twitter in a spiral

“i came in here not expecting anything from this, just a fun time. just a free vacation and beautiful women. i seriously thought that i was on my way out because i had burnt all of my bridges. but when you showed up, i just—” sighs, trying not to let himself get choked up. “I knew you were so out of my league. even now you are, i felt like a guy like me didn’t deserve a woman like you. you’re not scared to call me out on my bullshit, you make me laugh, you made me earn you. despite all of the bullshit i put you through, you extended grace and there’s nothing more i could ask for from you and that will be the last time i ever ask you to extend me that much. but that look in your eye told me everything that i needed to know. watching that clip of you cry in the girl’s arms during movie night was all that i needed to know that i will never in my life, do anything to make someone i love feel like that ever again. you’re it for me, and no matter what happens tonight, win or lose; i’m a winner because I get to walk out with you.”

“love?”

“love.”

would have the whole villa in TEARS

reformed fuckboy™ + the queen who tamed him = they don’t even need to win

runners-up!!

Jay 박종성

the most chill one there tbh

og and would pair with who he liked 

but they would burn out not from drama, but they realized there was a lack of chemistry

wouldn’t stir much drama but WOULD PULL for sure

he knew what he signed up for of course but is more of slow burner

he doesn’t like to entertain someone he isn’t interested in if he knew there was someone else he might like more

if his heart isn’t in it, he’s not gonna waste your time or his own

so he’d just be honest and the girls would love him for that

grows close with a lot of them and even offers advice when needed

blunt, but transparent and the fans like him

such a breath of fresh air from all of the weird, sneaky boys

the type that you would def know if he liked you

would somehow end up making out with one of the bombshells in soul ties, they couple up

the chef™

is always the one helping out with dinner

the girls always ask him to make them something because they know he’d never say no

isn’t the life of the party but is never a buzz kill

knows how to have fun and will always be there to have a good laugh.

would fizzle out with that bombshell

“you’re cool and so gorgeous. i just don’t feel anything deeper and i’m sorry.”

bombshell would be understanding not take it personally, she’s more into heeseung anyway lmao

kinda goes on aimlessly

would end up kissing one of the og girls (you) during a challenge in week 2 and holy shit

he liked it a lot more than he’d expect

wouldn’t know how to handle it and would feel like shit

i mean it’s only week 2 but weeks here feel like months

so technically, everyone’s been dating for 2 months !!

would talk to jake and would eventually just approach you about it. better to live with no regrets

“hey, can i pull you for a chat?” he says to you as you’re lounging on one of the day beds.

“of course,” you stood up and he ruffled your hair with a smile as y’all walked to one of the swinging benches.

“so remember when we kissed earlier? in the challenge?”

“yeah? i’m sure i’d remember who i kissed.”

oh…he liked this girl for real now

your own couple wouldn’t be too solid either seeing as it was so early but not

still wanted to be respectful though !!

nonetheless you end up recoupling and that guy gets sent home

sad to see a friend of his go home but very happy that he could love on his girl openly now

so head over heels, still makes the girls food because he’s a gentleman

but he brings you full on meals!! steaks, ribs, chicken (fried, baked, grilled, doesn’t matter !!! your wish is his command) the most they were getting out of him was a cheese toastie, they’ll be lucky if they get a piece of meat on it

you would def have a ‘my man, my man’ attitude after that which he lowkey loved

the girls made jokes about how they lost their personal chef and would start hassling their men to cook for them

you left a note on your mirror for him before you dipped for casa. 

“i’m not the best at goodbyes, but i didn’t want to leave without saying something. thank you for being so good to me, for being real with me, and for making me feel like i matter here. i know things aren’t always easy to say, but i’m happy with you. i hope you’re doing okay while i’m gone, and i’ll be thinking about you. can’t wait to come back to you.

p.s. the food’s not the same without you here.”

then left a kiss in his favorite lipstick of yours on the mirror next to the note

he was irritated at no goodbye but tried to maintain some sort of sanity 

after all the guys all filed out of the beauty room, he kissed the mark you left on the mirror and considered that his parting kiss

grab the note to put it in his pocket and keep by his bed to look at

he also saw you left the lipstick right on the vanity so he took that too

TWITTER WOULD SPIRAL !!!

the casa girls came and they came with the heat let me tell you

but he didn’t give in no no no

though he WAS tempted

he was chatting by the firepit with one of the casa girls and she leaned in to kiss him

he ALMOST fumbled

but he was solid, the plastic component of your lipstick in his back pocket a reminder of who was gonna be waiting for him on the other side

gently shoots the girl down for giving her the wrong impression, “i’m sorry if it seemed like anything else but i miss my girl and i just don’t think kisses outside of challenges are appropriate.”

very respectful

but the girl does not take too kindly to it

he doesn’t care because he likes you

he’s not trippin because like…can she fight? lmao

makes it back to the villa in one piece !!

is running back to you

fidgeting at the firepit because didn’t want to stand there to wait for y’all to officially full on be a couple again

kissing you down when he gets to you

making everyone hold their hearts at the cuteness

closes off with you that night and are the first ones to get in the hideaway !!

everyone voted you guys to go

you wore this amazing baby blue lingerie and he almost lost it

he put you in them fuzzy pink handcuffs that night 

everything is smooth sailing 

in the final 4 

final date is dinner on a yacht then jet skiing on the sunset

then at the finale he would also give a speech that is so cute but so him!!

“i’m not good at words but that’s not an excuse to give a subpar speech because you deserve more than that. you have been so solid and wonderful through this whole experience. i never expected after 2 weeks it’d be me and you but i’m glad we got to harvest a friendship first.” He blushed, looking away from you as you laughed and gave him his time to simmer down. “i’d fall in love with you in any universe. the same way how i’d cook you anything you’d ask me to because you simply deserve it. you deserve to be treated like royalty and you know with me, i’m gonna deliver. you don’t have to lift a finger. you don’t have to worry about anything. not money, not my loyalty, my honesty. you came here to get the man you deserve and i’m here to give you that, baby.” would lift your hand to kiss it as he asked, “will you let me be your boyfriend?”

twitter meltdown—simple as that.

the producers picked good men this season…

y’all won and split—well actually, he gave you all of the prize money !!

every. last. dime.

there’s nothing other to describe him as perfect—he was patient, didn’t hoe around, had intentions and pursued you when it mattered the most. 

ofc he’s the fan favorite and y’all are talked about online for forever as one of the best couples to come out of love island

Jake 심재윤

one of the sweetest guys there like seriously

cinnamon roll™ 

another og

it’s physically impossible to hate him

fans are swooning because they’ve never seen this many hot guys on love island at once

especially when all of them are heartthrobs and have so much potential

jakey is so beloved by the guys because he’s just…a bro

BUT HE GIVES GREAT ADVICE and is pretty chill

also knows how to have fun and is usually the one (besides heeseung) to like initiate a game or something fun to do

the villa can get boring when y’all are just sitting around all day

as for the girls, he gets along very well

he knows he’s good-looking but he doesn’t do too much

that accent gets them

very humble

all of the girls have wanted a piece of him at one point and quite frankly none of them were his type ???

“hey…bro…” he’d say to them, as he sat down with them during chats

so the girls just stayed his friend and didn’t want to embarrass themselves further

went through a depressive period for a few weeks

coupling with girls just to stay alive

until a bombshell, you,—came in.

he legit had all of the guys come to the firepit so he could tell them you were off limits

they listened, except for one

that bastard

some drama arose as there was gonna be a recoupling that sent one of the guys home

this only further incentivized jake to pursue you harder

“hey, can i steal you for chat?” he approaches you as you sat in the kitchen talking to the other guy

he didn’t feel bad, as you said “of course,” he made sure to give the guy a sly look as he placed his arm around your waist as you followed him up to soul ties. 

fans loved him even more now: “ok jakey going after what he wants!!!!” “nah ngl if a cinnamon roll looked at me like that i’d self eliminate fr lmao” “well he said she was off limits *shrug emoji*” “he can’t even be mad at jake like he hasn’t had not one connection the whole time. let him get the girl he wants !!”

he knew he couldn’t sit on his ass and wait for you to come naturally

as he got to know you, he realized you were like him

a hot geek!!

you loved math and science just like him 

you were always correcting people

and somehow you loved the same shows and movies

it’s like you’re him, just the girl version!!

needless to say, he falls fast and hard

he knew how to cook pretty well, so he would make you breakfast every morning 

hot chocolate, with big marshmallows and a waffle

all made from scratch of course!! he took some pointers from jay ;)

the other guy continued to pursue you, to which he encouraged you

he knew what he was there for but who was he to limit you to one connection?

“i’m here for you and i know what i want. but i’m also never gonna tell you to put me above you; if you feel you want to explore then go handle that.” he told you as you settled in between his legs, back against his chest on one of the daybeds. you had your eyes shut as you leaned your head on his shoulder as gently caressed your leg with one hand and your arm with another. relishing in the serenity of the feeling and the waves crashing against each other.

this is right when you knew you weren’t going anywhere

fans also ate this up: “i just need someone to hold me like jake holds her and i’ll be ok, i promise” “i would let him do the most unspeakable things to me, Lord forgive me” “just give me 3 minutes.”

was some part of him anxious as hell? absolutely, but he meant what he said

it was up to you, either way someone was going home

so when you got a text later that afternoon, you read it aloud to everyone (basically screaming it but it’s ok) 

“it’s almost decision time! you must decide where your heart lies. tonight, you will choose who you want to couple up with, and one guy will be sent home. solve for x and see where you end up! #toobadsosad #makingupforlosttime #gotmyanglesonyou”

you flustered at the reminders of the conversations you and jake were having

but it was funny nonetheless

that night at the firepit, you had never see jake so distraught

he spaced out which he like never does but now it was time for you to make your choice

you stood up in your heels, almost shaking but maintaining composure

“i would like to couple up with this boy because he has been so amazing and consistent since my time here.” jake listened to you intently as you spoke, hopefully trying to pick up on something that could indicate that you’d pick him.

“we also get along really well and i feel that in the short time that i’ve been here, we’ve been able to get on pretty well. i know that if we have a chance to further this connection, then something great will be able to come from it.”

ok, he was getting hopeful

“we bond over so many things, and i feel like we mirror each other. people say that it’s hard to be with someone that’s just like you. however, studies show that 89% of couples share the same values and similarities, making them successful and at a lower rate of divorce.”

your fellow islanders laughed at your random, yet endearing factoid

jake just tilted his head as he stared at you lovingly, “that’s my girl,” he whispered to himself

“so the boy i’d like to couple up with is…” 

fingers crossed

surprise. “jake.” you said with a bright smile on your face.

jake wanted to run to you and kiss you until his last dying breath

BUT he had some sort of couth 

he dapped up the guy that he was standing by, he didn’t want to because he felt he was an asshole but still. respect.

then he walked over to you with the brightest smile in the world and hugged you so tight you almost complained but you let him have his moment. “you’re so amazing, baby. you’re mine now,” his whispered into your ear. the mic just barely picked it up.

he pulled back and gave you the gentlest kiss you’ve felt in your life, that you barely even felt

viral moment

it was hard to watch the guy pack his stuff 

yes, he knows that he got you now but after coming to his senses in a way, the guy just wanted to find love the same way they all did

they ended up having a conversation before he left and they squashed the beef

later that night, you and jake showered together

made sure to lock the door, there was like 8 other bathrooms in this big ass house

the others could use another one

BUT it was nothing freaky deaky

just gentle, intimate

you detangled and washed his hair for him 

granted it was very hard to keep his hands off of you

just this perfect body in front of him in this big ass shower where he had ample room to do what he wanted

but he kept it cute, only letting his hands slide south when you let him

but a little kiss didn’t hurt

his hand wrapped around your neck as pulled you to cover his lips with yours. the familiar taste of your lips sending jolts through his body. he groaned at the sensation as you followed. “should’ve done this at the firepit, right in front of that bastard. that way he would’ve known you were really mine all along.”

he left a lil hickey

nothing too crazy

y’all def did it in the bed with everybody there that night though

casa amor rolls around

y’all are doing good even before then

challenges were fun, vibes were on point!!

but just like the others, you bounce without a word. but you also left a note just like heeseung’s girl

“hi jakey !! i’m gonna be gone for a while but not to worry. distance makes the heart grow fonder. i trust you, and i hope you honor me while i’m away because i will do the same for you <3 p.s. i sprayed my perfume on our bed so if a bitch even tries to lie there she’ll be getting a piece of me. hugs and kisses xoxo !!”

he audibly laughed at your note, some tears threatening to escape him but quickly sucked it up

he missed you already, his baby

his little einstein

he tucked the note in his pocket for safe keeping

remember what i said before, the casa girls are coming in hot!!

and jake being the fun—and nice—guy he is, makes the girls feel welcome 

until one of them pulls him for chat and he accepts

she came onto and him for some reason something came over him

to this day he can’t put his finger on if it was the excitement of a new face after seeing the same ones every single day for, what felt like, forever 

or just lack of self control

maybe both

but he fucks her

when the guys found out they were jarred

even heeseung, the resident fuckboy™ wasn’t that wild

needless to say, jake has never felt more disgusted with himself

the support he amassed over the last few goes down the drain as this was one of the biggest twists of the season

i said hee became public enemy #1 before but no, jake was hated BAD!!!

fans were hurt themselves: “bro i feel so bad for y/n, she was everything and more and he just shit on her, fuck jake” “i really don’t believe in love anymore, this is wild” “imagine going thru ALL THAT with a girl that was made for you just to hook up with a random casa girl bc of a ‘minor slip up’ what a loser”

going back to the villa was…a journey to say the least

but when he got back you were smiling

hard

like…you couldn’t wait to see him

him, along with the boys were confused as they all thought that you’d seen what happened due to heeseung just getting heat

but no

you seemed to know nothing

and jake just played along, he didn’t bring anyone back and neither did you

“hello, my einstein,” he hugged you as he spun you around before gently placing you back on the wooden deck of the firepit.

the silence amongst the boys was deafening, there were already tensions due to heeseung’s situation, but the girls still tried to be happy for you and cheer you on. them clearly being oblivious to what really went down.

a few days passed and jake carried along as normal as he could, still consulting jay about this hole in chest called guilt that he couldn’t shake. he had to tell you.

until sunghoon’s girl got a text, she beckoned all of them to front

“islanders, it’s time for movie night! watch some exclusive clips from your time in the villa and casa amor! grab your seats and watch some dirty truths be unveiled. #nosecretshere #lightscameradrama”

everyone looked at each other with unsure looks, the boys getting glared and cold stares left and right. 

you felt terrible, “i feel so bad, i know [heeseung’s girl] went through so much the last few days. i’d hate for her to have to almost relive it, you know?” you said to jake, to which he hugged you with a small ‘yeah’

everyone gathered around and it was time to pick which “movie” y’all wanted to watch

they chose ‘experiment gone wrong’

and that was when you saw it

jake tonguing down this girl, which stung, but ok this was during a challenge so nothing crazy

the next clip cut to them talking at the firepit and he was just giggling it up

then they kissed

which was more than enough to make your heart feel like it smashed into a million pieces

then the next clip was of them making out on yours and his shared bed

then he covered both of them with the comforter as the camera moved to a new angle where they threw their clothes onto the floor from beneath the sheets

then on the outside on the firepit right where they were, laid the note you left for him before you left

then it faded to black

the silence was deafening

the girl’s right by you sat in shock as you were all equally.

the first to break the silence was jungwon’s girl “so y’all knew?”

the boys were all looking down in shame

silence. crickets.

you wanted so badly to say something but your voice simply wouldn’t allow you

you just remember breaking down into jungwon’s girl’s arms as she rested her hand on your head, stroking your head to give you some consolation as the rest of the girl’s cursed them out.

jake just sat there, tears in his eyes as croaked out, “i didn’t mean to—”

“what didn’t mean to do what? she trusted you, we all did! y’all are some grimy ass people for not even letting one of us know. like you didn’t have to tell her. at least one of us and we could’ve done something!”

“jake you are such a piece of shit”

“i know,” he whimpered, leaning back into the couch

“if you’re capable of keeping some shit like that from her then you’re capable of anything.”

he knew what the girls were saying was true to some–well, a huge extent. but he wasn’t looking at them. 

he was looking at you break down over something that he did out of pure tactlessness

the producers didn’t let you get up until the clips were done being shown but as soon as they were done, you sped walked right inside

knowing jake was hot on your tail

before you can ever get past even the middle of the yard space he catches up you

“y/n please,” he says, pleading. “i can explain,”

you looked at him, with nothing but pure pain and desolation, “explain what? your dick just somehow slipped inside her on accident?”

he shook his head, “baby—”

that was when you snapped, yelling at for the first time ever. “no! you lost the privilege to call me that! i’m nothing to you, do you hear me? nothing! you are a sick and twisted individual. nevermind the hooking up thing because a part of me expected it. men will be men, but for you to have days to tell me and you let me find out along with everyone else?”

“please, can we just talk about this somewhere else?” his voice cracked as he began to sob, not caring if all of your peers were watching

“you’re such a con artist, you made me believe you. made me believe that everything was fine and dandy between us and that i was like the one for you—”

“but you are, you are—” he grabbed his hair, pulling it from stress and frustration. “gosh, you are! i just fucked up—”

“i gave you my body, jake. does that not mean anything to you?”

he sobbed loudly, not even caring how he looked anymore. “yes! it means everything just please understand me!” he grabbed your shoulders to hopefully make you listen. “i fucked up. i know i’m a shitty person for doing that and i know i’m even shittier than lying to you like this and keeping you in the dark. but please trust me when i say that it was a mistake and will never happen again.”

“you’ve shown me who you are, jake. i’m taking it for what it is. you’ve made your choice and it wasn’t me.” you said, cold and distant

choking back sobs as he tries to reach for you again. “y/n, please. i’m begging you. don’t do this. i’ll do anything. i’ll make it right, just give me a chance.”

“fuck you, jake.”

jungwon’s girl ends up sleeping with you outside that night

jake cries himself to sleep, even though he could barely do that

the next day you were more angry than hurt

when he brought you breakfast, you threw it out the window right in front of face

you’re like 60% sure bits of the eggs ended up in the pool

everytime he tried to talk to you, you ignored him

if he asked to pull you for a chat while you speaking to someone, you continued talking as if he wasn’t standing there, literally begging you for a conversation

he was vapor to you and it wasn’t fun being like this but he needed to be punished

until one recoupling, he decides to self-eliminate

this rippled shock throughout the villa, even you

during his final speech, “i felt like i came here to find a connection. i did, and regardless of how it turned out, i’m so grateful for the time that i did get with that person. i know i did the most…distasteful things but i also know that forgiveness comes with time and it shouldn’t be on your terms.” he looked at you with longing eyes, “y/n, i love you,” 

the L word in love island is like…unheard of almost like oh my god ??/?/?/ so your stomach was in knots

“and i will do anything to see you happy, baby, always. if that means being free from me than i’ll do it and i will let you have the experience you so rightfully deserve, so…that’s why i’d like to go home. i got what i came here for.”

there were definitely tears from everyone in the villa

jake had been everyone’s best friend so to see him go was hard

you and him exchanged longing glances and a gentle nod before he walked out and the ‘loves me not’ sign flashes

you ended up leaving the following week

you just wandered about aimlessly

bombshells came but none of them compared to jake 

you were eliminated and was actually glad to go home and see your family after all these months

definitely sad because at this point, you spent so much time and gotten along well with everyone that they considered you an og at this point

but you left with your chest held high

but as soon as you got your phone back you saw you sat at a good 2M followers on instagram, which was like 1,999,900 million more than you came in here with.

you took a look at your dm’s and saw a familiar face text you:

“hey gorgeous,

i know you probably won’t see this for a while, but i couldn’t just leave things unsaid. i’ve spent so much time thinking about everything, and i know there’s no excuse for what i did. i messed up, badly. i hurt you, and i’ll never be able to fully fix that, no matter how much i wish i could. but i need you to know that i’m truly sorry. not just for what i did, but for letting you down in ways that went beyond just that moment.

i was selfish. i let my insecurities and confusion get the better of me, and in doing so, i betrayed your trust. i lied to you, and i let you believe things were okay when they weren’t. the worst part is, i knew better. i knew what i was doing was wrong, but i still did it. i don’t expect forgiveness from you, not after what i did, but i hope you can eventually find it in yourself to heal from this.

you deserve someone who values you and respects you, someone who sees you for who you truly are, not just in the moments when things are easy. i failed you in that regard. i let you down in front of everyone, and i’m sorry for that. but i want you to know that i will always think of you, and no matter what happens, you’ll always be important to me.

i don’t know if you’ll ever want to talk to me again, and honestly, i wouldn’t blame you if you didn’t. i’m not asking for forgiveness, and i’m not asking for anything except that you take care of yourself, y/n. you deserve the world. and i’ll keep working on becoming someone better, even if it’s too late for us.

i hope that wherever you are, you’re finding peace and happiness. i’ll be here if you ever want to reach out, but i understand if you need time or if you don’t ever want to. just know i’m thinking of you, and i’ll always be rooting for you. i wouldn’t change a thing if it meant i got to experience the beauty that is you.

take care of yourself. you were more than everything to me. i love you einstein.

your jakey <3

ok that felt like a gut punch

you sat there, on your bed wondering your next move

then you got to typing

Sunghoon 박성훈

he’s for sure a bombshell

one of the bombshells that comes in the blind kissing challenges to confuse all of the girls

he’s had his eye on you for a while 

so when he gets to kiss you, he’s more than prepared to rock your world

he takes his time with you as he runs a gentle finger down your lips to the valley of your breasts as he pulls you closer by your hips

then he pulled you in so your lips could meet his and it was up from there

everyone was so confused 

“jake?” “nah that's not him”

“heeseung?” “nah he’s not as aggressive”

the boys were in complete shock, some of there were dying laughing

others bitter because he was kissing their girls lmaooo

when the girls took their blindfolds off, they were screaming in shock

you laughed something serious!!

but when you got a look at sunghoon, you were also very shook

he was…scarily beautiful, like he almost made you feel insecure lmao

but he couldn’t stop looking at you

you and the girls congregated after that to discuss details

“yo, he’s hot as fuck” “he’s gorgeous” “y’all don’t even know what to do with all that”

the fans were thrown. they were gagged. 

TWITTER WAS SCREAMINGGG “#needthat”

the guys all whispered about him, impressed that he came in with such a bang

others, whose couples weren’t so steady in their couples were worried

but they saw how he kissed you

he wanted you

during the challenge where america weighs in on what they feel about them

he gets voted to be like the biggest fuckboy

which again, makes heeseung laugh because he was that was his thing™ 

everyone even voted him too, so to hear america’s thoughts made the girls think the world knew something they didn’t

but back to sunghoon

his feelings were a little hurt

he wasn’t sure if it was the way he looked that gave people that impression

but he never kissed any girls outside of challenges so it didn’t make much sense

sure he had his fun outside of the villa

but he knew that he was going to be on national television, so he did try to dial it back

you were very turned off by this

you admitted in the confessionals, “i’ve had my fair share of fuckboys. i even knew by coming here that i wasn’t exempt from them! so to be real, i’m not shocked. i mean look at him. i’d be hurt if he wasn’t sharing the fun with other people.”

he’s annoyed by it but doesn’t let it phase him

now onto you guys

at this point, you’re pretty solid in your original connection

sunghoon didn’t really gaf lmao

he was a bombshell, he wasn’t supposed to be peaceful 

he had a talk with your connection in front of the guys

“i’m sorry but i’m here to step on toes and i really don’t care if you don’t like that. i’m not here to make friends.”

your connection nodded with a ‘challenge accepted’ type of smile

so let the games begin

he pursued you down

a solid week and a half of him and your partner fighting for you

until heeseung is bored one night and wants to play a game: truth or dare

“y/n, truth or dare”

now you knew better than to accept a dare from any of these hooligans, “truth.”

“do you think your connection is solid enough to survive me being here?” he leans forward, resting his head on his hands with a smile

wow

so you didn’t have anything to say

you literally plead the fifth 

and that caused some drama and needless to say, you and your partner argued that night

“so, one guy just comes around and all of a sudden i’m not enough for you?”

“i never said that, you’re just insecure and plus it’s not that serious. this is love island. i came here for me, who are you to hinder me from my experience?”

he slept outside that night

sunghoon slept with a smile on his that night

the next morning, he asked around what you liked for breakfast and brought it to you while you were doing your makeup

you thanked him politely, not liking him for basically prophesying your couple’s misfortune

he knew what happened and was capitalizing off of it

fans easily saw this and thought the same, not entirely liking sunghoon and calling him a little bit of weirdo

“he’s hot but something about bro seems sketchy”  “is he a witch or sumn??? does bro have crystals and sage in his suitcase??? wtf is going on” “i agree with the discourse but why am i kinda eating this up tho”

you were chatting with jay’s girl and then he pulls you for a chat, to which you agreed reluctantly “sure”

y’all went to the chairs by the beach. he sat on one and you sat across from him

“so? rough night?” 

“do you have a problem with me?”

“no. i just want you.”

“you’re so weird, i mean i appreciate that you’re trying to be nice to me in your own sick way. but i don’t play games.”

he smiled, “i’m not playing with you, though. i just held up a mirror.”

“you’re serious?”

“think about it, i didn’t do anything. i just asked you one question and he did the rest.”

you resigned

ok he was right, i mean

your partner was bugging out because he was threatened by another man

“obviously i’ll leave you alone if you want me to but it won’t exactly help your situation.”

“you some type of mind reader or something?”

“i don’t need to read minds. i just need to pay attention. and i’ve been watching for a while. what i’m seeing isn’t really about me, it’s about what you’re not saying.”

fuck it

you stood up and walked toward to him as you straddled his hips

he smiled gently as he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer. and yours around his neck as you kissed officially

some of your fellow islanders were eavesdropping and and watching from behind the deck and they silently cheered

as you pulled back, “did i say enough?”

biting his lip, he nodded as he rested his hand on the back of your head. “yeah,” the other head rubbed your thighs on either side of him.

you pulled away from the kiss and the tension lingered but he kept his grip on your thigh. as if he was scared you’d pull away. 

“what are you thinking, pretty girl?” his voice took on a new tone. that sarcastic, patronizing inflection long gone. 

“i think you knew exactly what you were doing.” you laughed

he smiled, your laugh actually giving him butterflies “maybe,” the head that rested on your head moved to your cheek as he stroked it gently. “just want to make you feel wanted,”

your connection ended up getting eliminated at recoupling (womp womp)

since sunghoon came late, casa was only a week later

a part of him was excited to explore more options

you didn’t leave a note, which kinda stung

but there wasn’t anything to do about it so he just continued as normal

he kissed a few girls, brought one back :(

definitely pissed you off!!

lowkey he got your frustration but it’s only been a week!!

“it’s not like we’re married or anything, i’m just tryna explore my options.”

to which you understood, didn’t make the embarrassment any easier

you were so mad you didn’t bring a guy back either

fans felt validated that their suspicions were right “see??? i knew i wasn’t buggin. he’s a hoe.” “i get that it’s been a week but he could’ve been a little nicer about it like damn” “the audacity to chase her and put her other connection at risk when he could’ve just kept it cool?? he just wanted screen time fr” “this sounds crazy but not even heeseung is this bad” “he wants to be heeseung sooo baddd LMFAOO”

not hated, but not liked either

y’all fizzle out and he partners with the casa girl 

you get eliminated at that recoupling

you guys hug before you leave and reconcile

no beef

no static

he’d def reach out after everything tho

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def names with F like that def makes sense than changing names. i do think twins do go the same season and would be fun to go together than alone. also this made me realise how pulling a glass child twin or better twin role fits sm

okay i'm gonna sleep rn but i hope someone can help me w planning out my bridgerton dr without saying "it's your dr do what you want" or "just script it in" 🙏🙏

but anyway, i want to shift as francesca's twin sister and i'm wondering . . O1) would my name also need to start with F or G since i'm younger and would i need to replace names for Greg and Hya? O2) would twins be allowed to partake in the same season or should i pull an eloise 🤔

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i think i just manifested this post cuz i was just thinking about a dr like this??? wtf

UNIQUE REALITIES TO SHIFT TO (part 1 maybe…?)

IN WHICH….

You go onto love island looking for the love of your life, some lifelong friends, or even just for the vibes BUT every man on the island— OG and bombshells— happen to be all your celebrity crushes, and all the women are either your real life friends or celebrity crushes you can couple up with as well👀👀

6 weeks of sun, fun, and sexy everything without it being blasted on live television for the world to see and dissect your every move, fun right??

Who would you guys want in your love island realities, dead or alive, man, woman, ANYBODY (even fictional)? Who would be the first couple you would want to be in? Who would America lowkey ship you with? Love triangle? If so, with who?

COMMENT BELOW

For the men: I personally would have Drew Starkey but technically Rafe Cameron cause I feel like he’d bring sooo much drama, Dean Winchester, Matthew Grey Gubler, Aaron Taylor Johnson, young Tom Welling, Matthew Knies, and Damson Idris.

For the women: my wife Hunter Schafer, from last season I NEED all of PPG in my villa, Mikey Madison, ayo edebri, Nicola Coughlan, and Ellie Williams (but only as a romantic prospect FOR ME)

There’s a lot more but I’ll start with the initial islanders for now.

Lmk what your love island would look like, let’s chat!

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. 𓇼⠀⠀⠀ ⠀◌⠀⠀ ﾟ ⬭⠀ ⠀ 𓈒

୨୧ SMALL TOWN DR/WR : set in malibu beach, los angeles. jay’s beach house. daughters of poseidon. crazy encounters. shifting academy. enhypen as shifters. group shifting with enhypen. healthy poly relationships. swimming all day in the pool. at the beach. flowy skirts and dresses. shopping and partying with friends in the evenings. staying up and star gazing. late night skinny dipping without getting caught. endless summer. going to school whenever we want to gain more knowledge on reality shifting.

𓈒⠀ ⠀𓏸⠀ ꒰͡    𝆬 ⠀ 𓇼     𝆬⠀ ⠀͡꒱ ⠀ ⠀𓏸⠀ 𓈒⠀⠀

ib : @cupidsturnz

dr with @itsrinsdrs

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Heeseung is the type of shifter to script in every detail. just because.

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gonna make a proper dr intro for my small town dr where barbie charms school is actually a shifting school and enha are shifters (also side note,, me and rin are mermaid/sirens here😋😋😋)

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Whisper from my Pinterest

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just a general masculine energy type scripting pack (By masculine, I mean sort of traditionally masculine yk?) <3

no pressure ofc

ִֶ.☘︎ ݁˖ 'ℳASCULINE' ENERGY SCRIPTING PACK .𖥔 ݁. ᵎᵎ

˚.ꪆ ݂01 .ᐟ Something about you evokes a sense of safety — not because you're overprotective necessarily, but because you make people drop their guard when they're with you, knowing they're in good care.

˚.ꪆ ݂02 .ᐟ Your beauty isn’t the point — it’s the byproduct. What really draws people in is how aware you are of your worth, without needing it validated.

˚.ꪆ ݂03 .ᐟ If someone has a problem or is overthinking, you are their counselor and support — even if you don't realize it, you can see things in a non-biased way to provide viable solutions.

˚.ꪆ ݂04 .ᐟ You command respect but not in a scary way; people recognize your presence and boundaries even if you don't show it directly. You’re effortlessly aware of your effect on others — but you don’t exploit it.

˚.ꪆ ݂05 .ᐟ You are proof that strength doesn’t have to be harsh or even physical — it can show up as knowing when to leave, when to listen, or when to say “I was wrong.” Plus, you know how to measure it consciously in any context.

˚.ꪆ ݂06 .ᐟ You're the kind of person who can be relied on for anything and everything - you know how to work very well with your hands, and the things you don't know, you manage to learn.

˚.ꪆ ݂07 .ᐟ Regardless of what era you live in, the concept of ‘fragile masculinity’ is non-existent — your 'masculinity' doesn’t shrink or rise based on who you’re with, what you feel, or what you do freely.

˚.ꪆ ݂08 .ᐟ Your 'masculinity' doesn’t need witnesses. You don’t need to post it, prove it, or wrap it in performance, which is exactly why people find themselves trying to earn your respect.

˚.ꪆ ݂09 .ᐟ You're not 'threatened' by people who are louder, flashier, or more traditionally masculine; you don’t compare.

PD: tysmm for the suggestion! hope you liked it :3

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Hi! I'm new here so i don't know if you write. But I thought I'd sent a request, just in case. Could you write idol x reader but it's a slow love story. I don't have much to ask except for soft and slow ☺️ I'm thinkin maybe Jungwon or Sunghoon, you can choose :) I really liked the Jay stories ❤️❤️❤️❤️

NOT YET, THEN YES

Pairing: idol!Jungwon x afab-fan!reader

Synopsis: They met by chance one, twice and thrice - no promises, just a folded note and a feeling that lingered. It wasn’t love at first sight, but something quiet stayed - until not yet became forever.

Word count: 2.7k

Author's note: Thank you for the ask anonnie - I've actually never written here, never even shared my work before. Ngl Im not confident in writing but inspiration struck and it had to be done. Hopefully I did your ask justice. I dont really like the first bits... I'm not a 100% sure if Ill continue writing but I'd love to get asks and prompts for it just to see if I can get inspired again <3!

Enhypen Bookshelf [[]

Not a flashy, arena-level chaos. A smaller venue. You’re nervous, of course, but you’re not here to cry or scream. You’re here because you made peace with something a long time ago: this love doesn’t need to be returned to be valid.

You’re ushered forward. You barely register the staff’s words. 

Jungwon.

He’s more boy than god up close. Clear skin, focused eyes. Soft smile He greets you like he does every fan. Polite, grateful, warm. You smile gently, not forcing. Just being.

You place something on the table. It’s not a huge gift. Just a short letter. You don’t even expect him to open it. 

He glances at your name on the A5 paper. “yn,” he says softly, reading it with care.

And then, you meet his eyes. He’s used to quick fan interactions. But there’s something in yours that holds him. A steadiness. An ache he recognises.

You manage to say, “Thank you for just existing.”

He blinks. It’s nothing fancy. But your voice is steady, and it hits him. Maybe he’s heard it a thousand times. But this time, it feels like it came from someone who meant it in a different way. Someone who understands the weight.

His brows furrow gently, touched. “Thank you… for saying that,” he replies. His voice is clear, soft around the edges.

It’s a brief interaction. The staff move you along. He sees hundreds more faces as usual.

But that night, in his hotel room, he picks up your letter. Maybe out of curiosity. Maybe because your eyes lingered in his mind longer than they should’ve.

He reads your words. You didn’t confess a dramatic love. 

And he doesn’t cry. But he does feel it.

For the first time in a while, someone saw him not as an idol, or a leader, or a pretty face. But as someone human. Someone young and trying and maybe a little tired.

He folds the letter and places it in his bag. Quietly. Carefully. Like it matters.

𖤐 

You never know he read it. But he remembers.

And if your eyes meet again, there’s a pause. A flicker. A half-smile that looks just a little too personal.

Not because he loves you romantically. Not yet.

But because he remembers the girl who said, “Thank you for existing,” and meant it with her whole soul.

And that? That’s how real stories begin.

𖤐 

The hotel room was too quiet.

Even with the hum of the air conditioner and the dull ache in his shoulders, he couldn’t settle. His phone was facedown. His members were in their own rooms - most probably asleep, some playing games. He lay in bed, arms behind his head, eyes on the ceiling.

And then, his eyes drifted to his bag. Still zipped. Tucked in the corner. Full of trinkets and notes from fans. Some he’d glance at, some he’d save to open later on the plane. But tonight, something tugged.

He sat up.

Unzipped the bag.

Among the brightly coloured envelopes and carefully wrapped presents, he found it.

A plain letter. Neatly folded. His name. His real one, 양정원, written in small handwriting on the front. No sparkles. No hearts. No perfume. Just intention.

He opened it again.

“Dear Jungwon,

You don’t know me, and that’s okay.

I just wanted you to know I don’t admire you because you’re perfect. I admire you because you’re still here. Because you carry so much and still find reasons to smile.

You remind me that surviving is its own kind of strength.

Thank you for existing :)

~ yn”

He stared at the paper. His fingers stilled. Something lodged itself in his throat, not a lump of tears, not quite.

The name clicked. The girl from the fansign. She hadn’t trembled. Just looked at him like she’d already known him for a long time.

He sat there for a long time, your letter balanced on his lap. The weight of your words hung heavier than the applause ever did.

𖤐 

It’s been a few weeks.

He still thought about it sometimes. After long rehearsals. When the fans called his name and his smile felt just a little more real. When he checked his phone and re-read that line: “I admire you because you’re still here.”

Sometimes it haunted him in the good kind of way. The grounding kind. The kind that says: someone out there knows the cost, and still chooses to love gently.

Maybe he didn’t know who you really were. Maybe he’d never see you again.

But the truth settled in his chest like a soft pulse: Someone out there held space for him. Quietly. Unconditionally.

𖤐 

It’s months later. You’ve moved on with your life - university assignments, late train rides, work, family. Jungwon still lives in your heart, tucked into the same place where your strength and softness coexist. But he’s on the shelf now. Safe. Untouched.

But fate is messy.

𖤐 

You’re in Japan visiting family. You’re walking alone in a quieter part of the city, tucked into the calm of late afternoon. The wind is still chilly, but the sakura are beginning to flirt with the breeze. You step into a tucked away bookstore café. Not fancy. Local. You order a hojicha latte, take a corner seat, and breathe.

He walks in ten minutes later.

You don’t see him at first. Not until you glance toward the poetry section and your eyes land on that familiar posture: hood up, mask on, fingers trailing down the spines of books like he’s memorising them. Your chest goes still.

You shake it off. It can’t be. What are the odds?

But as you get up to leave, you cross paths near the doorway.

He looks up.

And stops.

“…yn?”

You blink. His voice is hesitant. But deliberate.

You’re in Tokyo. In a completely different country. At a random shop. And yet here he is. And somehow…somehow…he remembers.

You stammer, “Hi… how did you…”

He lets out a quiet laugh, eyes crinkling. “You have a very… grounded kind of presence. It’s not something easy to forget.”

And then a pause. The kind that asks permission.

So you nod.

And he says, “Would you want to… get a drink? Walk?”

You do.

𖤐 

You two walk through the back streets of Yanaka, where the city breathes slower and the air carries stories. He’s quieter than you imagined. Gentle, observant, eyes darting to you occasionally like he’s still trying to place what exactly you are in his world. You learn he’s there on a short break. Not working. Not performing. Just existing.

You don’t gush. You don’t recite facts. You don’t need to.

He asks you what you’re reading lately. You ask if he writes lyrics just for himself. There’s a flicker in his eyes when you say that - like maybe he’s never said it out loud but you somehow knew.

At one point he says, “When I first read your letter, it felt like someone was holding out their hand to me. Not pulling. Just… offering. Like, ‘I see you.’”

You turn to him. “That’s all I ever wanted. Just for you to be seen.”

He smiles. Not the rehearsed kind.

The real kind.

𖤐 

You don’t exchange numbers. Not yet. But before you part, he pulls something from his pocket—a thin, folded scrap of notepaper.

He writes:

“I don’t believe in coincidences. If we meet again, let’s make time for more than just a walk.”

-  JW

You take the note. You walk away.

And for the first time, you feel it. Not just the ache of loving someone from afar.

But the quiet thrill of maybe being loved back, even just a little. Even just enough.

𖤐

You both go home - him to Seoul, you to your tiny world. You don’t expect anything more. You press the folded note on the back of your phone and let life resume: your assignments, your family, the train rides. You think of him sometimes when your fingers brush the edge of the page where his handwriting lives. But you don’t reach out. You don’t even know how.

It’s been months, you’re back in Tokyo, helping your aunt with something, a quick trip. You’re walking along the Meguro River, early evening, camera around your neck, catching the last bloom of the season. You’re framing a shot when you hear your name.

Soft, but certain.

“Yn.”

You turn.

He’s there. No hoodie this time. No mask. Just Jungwon. Yang Jungwon.

He smiles like you’re someone he was actually hoping to find.

“I asked the bookstore café owner,” he admits sheepishly. “The one in Yanaka. She said you’d be here.”

You laugh in disbelief. “That’s stalker behaviour.”

He grins. “It was detective behaviour. There’s a difference.”

𖤐 

You don’t fall into romance. Not yet. He’s an idol. You’re a student, just you. Your lives don’t line up in any conventional way. But you begin to meet, quietly, rarely, intentionally.

Once in Fukuoka, when you’re there for a family wedding. Once in Seoul, when you’re on a student exchange. Sometimes just to talk. Sometimes to sit in bookstores across from each other, not even speaking, sharing silence like it’s sacred.

He listens to your stories. About the hardships. About being the strong one. And he doesn’t try to fix anything.

He just… stays.

And you do the same when he tells you about the pressures he can’t name in public. The loneliness of being known by everyone but understood by very few.

You become his quiet place. And he becomes your pause button.

𖤐 

It’s been two years since.

It’s raining in Tokyo. You’re seated across from each other in a tiny jazz café, your umbrella dripping near the door, your tea long forgotten.

He looks up from his notebook and says, like it’s the most casual thing in the world:

“You once told me you admired me because I kept going.”

You nod slowly.

He closes the notebook. “But I think I’ve kept going because of people like you.”

And you don’t say anything right away.

Because how do you respond to something that sacred?

Instead, you reach across the table and place your hand gently over his.

You’re still not lovers.

But you’re not strangers anymore.

And that space between?

That’s where everything lives now: the letters, the bookstore in Tokyo, the sakura you walked under twice, the folded paper in your journal, and the way he still says your name like it’s something soft he found and wants to protect.

𖤐

It’s been years now.

No headlines. No scandals. Just a quiet, private knowing. A thread between your worlds that’s only visible to the two of you.

You’re back in Seoul, not for him, but for your own reasons: a conference, a short-term internship, something that finally feels like you’re moving forward in your own story. But the moment you landed, he knew. You never told him directly, but he knew. Because he always does.

𖤐 

You don’t text him. He doesn’t text you. That’s not how you operate.

But you walk to the old hanok café in Seochon. The one with the courtyard where ginkgo leaves collect like gold. You go around 3 p.m., sip on warm citron tea, and pull out your book.

And right on time, he slips into the seat across from you like he never left.

��Still reading poetry I can’t understand?” he teases.

You smirk. “Still pretending your hoodie makes you unrecognisable?”

He grins. He’s grown. His jawline sharper. Shoulders broader. But his eyes are the same. Still full of that quiet kind of searching.

𖤐 

You walk through Bukchon Hanok Village, speaking in soft voices so the wind doesn’t steal your secrets.

He buys you hoddeok from a street vendor and insists on tearing it in half so it’s even - burns his fingers. You don’t let him forget it.

You wander into a tiny art gallery and both get distracted by the same charcoal sketch of two faceless figures holding hands but facing away from each other. You stare. He whispers, “That’s us, isn’t it?” You don’t answer.

Later, seated on the rooftop of a building you’re pretty sure you weren’t allowed into, you eat convenience store ramen in silence. He swings his legs off the ledge like a child.

“You know,” he says, between bites, “if my life wasn’t so… scheduled, I think I’d have fallen for you by now.”

You don’t look at him when you reply, “Who says you haven’t?”

He doesn’t respond. But his pinky finger brushes yours on the ledge. Once. Deliberately.

And then he leaves it there.

𖤐 

You’re the soft place he lands when the world is too loud. He’s the rare silence you let in.

You don’t call it love. Because love, in this world, means goodbyes and blurred lines and burning too fast.

You call it something else.

You call it “See you next time.”

You call it “Let me know when you’re in Tokyo again.”

You call it “I saved that poem for you.”

You call it “I’m still here.”

𖤐

He was in the practice room again. Alone. The mirrors caught him mid-spin, breath ragged, hair stuck to his neck. Music still playing, but he wasn’t dancing anymore. Just staring at himself. Not the way fans saw him. Not the leader. Not the shining star.

Just Jungwon. Exhausted. Twenty odd years. Wondering what the hell all this was supposed to mean.

He picked up his phone on instinct, scrolling past schedules, unread messages, group chats. He paused on the contact saved as: she exists. You hadn’t messaged in weeks. You never overreached.

You always gave without grabbing.

He clicked into your last text. It wasn’t dramatic. 

Just: If it’s too heavy today. You don’t have to answer. Just breathe. I’m here.

He stared at it for too long. His thumb hovered, but he didn’t type anything back.

Instead, he let out a breath and whispered, “She sees me.”

And that was it.

That was the moment.

Not love at first sight.

Love in the long-sight. The slow build. The kind that made his chest ache not from wanting you, but from needing to be worthy of the way you saw him.

𖤐 

It’s been too many years to count since you gave him the letter. 

You’re home. You’ve finished your studies. You’ve grown. You’re still short, still quiet in the loudest ways. You still write letters you don’t send. Still tuck his memory into your quiet days, like a petal pressed between pages.

You’ve accepted that what you had with Jungwon might have just been a constellation. Not a path.

Until it isn’t.

It’s raining when it happens, of course.

You’re walking back from the train stop, a paper bag of groceries tucked under one arm, when someone calls your name across the street.

You pause. Turn.

He’s there.

Older. Hoodie half-drenched. Duffel bag over his shoulder. No cameras. No staff. Just him.

He walks toward you with the kind of smile that says, I’ve had this moment imagined for years.

“I meant to text,” he says, “but I didn’t want to ask. I just… wanted to come.”

You blink. “Come where?”

“Here.” He gestures around. “To you. To whatever you’re doing now.”

He shifts the strap of his bag, eyes flicking to yours with nervous certainty. “I realised something. I just- I’ve done the world tour. The global interviews. The Billboard charts. Everything honestly.”

His voice lowers. “But I’ve never held your hand.”

Your fingers twitch.

“Then maybe,” you whisper, “you should.”

And so he does.

𖤐 

You still have your own lives. You still drink tea on opposite ends of the couch while reading different books. But now, when he visits, he leaves a toothbrush. A pair of slippers. A mug he calls his own.

Sometimes you catch him looking at you when he thinks you’re not watching. You don’t ask what he’s thinking.

Because you already know.

𖤐 

You’re lying in bed, a late Sunday morning. Sunlight spilling across the sheets. Your hand is on his chest, feeling the rise and fall of his breath.

He speaks softly.

“You know how I said I’ve never held your hand?”

You nod sleepily.

“I think I want to keep holding it.”

You smile into his skin.

“You always could’ve.”

And now, finally, he does.

𖤐

© taetebebe 2025

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BELOW THE SKIN

Pairing: Jungwon x afab!reader

Synopsis: They say moles are where your lover kissed you in a past life. If that’s true, Jungwon’s been searching for your skin for centuries. WARNING: SUGGESTIVE + INTIMATE (no smut)

Word count: 2.2k +

Author's Note: I've always thought about this myth - lmk what you guys think.

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You’ve had the same constellation of moles your whole life.

They dotted your skin like stories someone wrote in a language you never learned to read. There was one nestled at your collarbone that people mistook for a fleck of chocolate. One right at your wrist that friends would sometimes trace absently. Your hands were speckled with tiny dark spots, enough that you sometimes hid them under sleeves during childhood photos.

Your neck had another. Your shoulder blade, too. A large, almost heart-shaped one sat at the curve of your waist—barely visible unless your shirt lifted just right. And then there were the others.

The ones you didn’t notice at first. On the inside of your thigh. Below your navel. At the bend of your knee. Beneath the slope of your breast.

None of them symmetrical. None of them in places people talk about in beauty blogs or skin-care reels. But your grandmother used to say they were marks left behind by the lips of someone who loved you in a past life.

“That boy must’ve adored you,” she’d said once, tracing one just below your collarbone. “He kissed you like he was afraid to forget.”

You had laughed at the time. You were twelve. You thought it sounded romantic—but silly.

You grew up and left the idea behind.

Until him.

Jungwon isn’t the kind of boy who flirts. He doesn’t toss compliments like confetti or brush fingers against yours just to make you flinch. He watches people quietly. Speaks with purpose. Carries a kind of stillness that makes noise feel like an interruption.

You meet him in a class you almost didn’t take. He sits beside you on the first day and doesn’t say much—just a small, polite smile. But every time you turn your head, he’s already looking at you.

You’d be unnerved if it didn’t feel… familiar.

Weeks pass. Assignments are shared. Inside jokes exchanged. One rainy afternoon, he pulls a loose thread from your sweater sleeve and tucks it into his pocket.

And then one night, you fall asleep on his couch after watching a late film, and you wake up with your hand in his.

Palm up. Fingers slack.

His thumb moves softly over a tiny mole near the base of your thumb. Like he’s memorising it.

You pretend to still be asleep.

“I have too many,” you joke one day, holding out your arm to show him. “Moles, I mean. My friends used to count them like stars.”

He doesn't laugh. He takes your hand in both of his.

Jungwon notices them like they mean everything.

He’s quiet. Gentle. The kind of person who doesn’t just look—he sees. You meet him through a class project, but he talks to you like he already knows your laugh, your hesitations, your tells.

And your moles.

The first time he holds your hand, he brushes his thumb over the tiny one near your thumb joint and murmurs, “Still here.”

You frown. “Still where?”

He doesn’t explain. Just smiles.

“This one,” he murmurs, brushing your wrist. “This one was always my favorite.”

You blink.

“You’ve never seen it before.”

You stare at him.

He doesn't elaborate.

Later, your roommate says Jungwon’s the type of boy who probably remembers his dreams in colour.

You think he remembers more than that.

You dream of him before you ever fall asleep in his arms.

In those dreams, he’s not always him. Sometimes, he wears different clothes. His hair is longer, his voice deeper. You wear gowns. Sometimes armor. Sometimes you wear nothing at all—just silk sheets and a name you barely remember.

But the moles are always there.

The one behind your knee. The one on your neck. The one beneath your breast, especially.

And always—always—he kisses them like they’re precious.

Like he’s afraid they’ll fade if he doesn’t.

One night, as his mouth moves against your collarbone, you feel his hand slide gently over your waist. It pauses over the large mole there, fingers spreading as if to cover it. He kisses just beside it, breath warm.

“I found this one in every lifetime,” he whispers.

You shiver.

Tangled in sheets and silence, you ask him directly:

“Do you believe in past lives?”

He nods, eyes open and honest. “Yes.”

“Do you think we were… something? Before?”

He smiles. “I don’t think.”

He pauses.

“I remember.”

It spills out slowly, like water leaking through cracks in the wall. In the quiet hours, in the pauses between kisses, he starts to tell you pieces.

“In one life,” he says, “I was a scholar, and you were the daughter of a nobleman. We passed each other once at a temple, and I only caught your eyes. But I knew.”

He kisses your collarbone then.

“In another, you were a musician. I waited every week just to hear your voice.”

His mouth finds your shoulder blade.

“Once, I found you after a war. You had forgotten your name, but you smiled at me, and I didn’t need to know anything else.”

You shiver.

“Were we always together?”

He shakes his head.

“Sometimes I was too late. Sometimes you loved someone else. Sometimes… you died before we found each other.”

You lean back against the pillows, letting the silence settle. Then you ask the question that’s been burning in your throat:

“And this time?”

He looks at you.

And he says it like a promise.

“This time, I’m going to love you long enough to make it count.”

After that, you start noticing the pattern. The way he kisses every mark. Not just the visible ones. Not just the convenient ones.

Once, when you’re lying beside him after a long day, half-naked and exhausted.

Then, without warning, he presses his mouth lower—beneath your breast—to that mark you’ve always avoided. The one you forgot to be embarrassed about.

You flinch.

He pauses. Looks up.

“No one’s touched that before,” you admit.

“I know,” he says. His hand spreads across your ribs, steadying you. “You never lived long enough.”

Your breath stops.

You stiffen.

But he doesn’t look up.

He just breathes against your skin like he’s thanking it.

And then he says, almost too quiet to hear: “I lost you holding you like this.”

Your eyes sting.

And something inside you remembers—a flash, a fever, your chest aching, his voice calling you back when your body already knew how to let go.

Your first time together is slow.

You’re half-nervous, half aching, and he treats you like porcelain wrapped in something ancient.

It’s the first time someone sees all of them—really sees you, laid bare, constellation and all. His touch isn’t just careful; it’s reverent.

His lips ghost over your shoulder blade, where a dark spot lives like punctuation.

“This one was on your back when you ran through a river,” he murmurs. “You wore white. I remember seeing it through the fabric.”

You bite your lip. “You're making things up.”

He smiles softly. “I’m not. You had the same laugh then.”

His lips brush the skin again—slower this time, with more meaning than you know how to hold.

You start counting them again after that.

One on your neck. One on your collarbone. Too many on your hands to name. One on your wrist, right where he always kisses you when you’re nervous. One on your shoulder blade that he traces when you’re curled against him. One just below your belly button that he smiles at before pressing his mouth there. The large one on your waist he rests his hand over like it’s a place he belongs. The one behind your knee that makes you giggle when his fingers find it. And the one—the first one, the final one, the one that feels like a return—beneath your breast, where his kisses always linger the longest.

After that, you start to really see yourself too.

In the mirror. In his gaze. In your dreams.

The one mole at the curve of your inner thigh. The one behind your knee. The one low on your back that tickles when his fingertips trace over it.

Sometimes, when he’s between your legs, his lips will pause over each spot like checkpoints—like he’s returning to every place he missed you.

Once, he kisses the one just below your navel and whispers something you don’t catch.

You ask him what he said.

“That’s where I felt your- our first child kick.”

Your eyes widen.

He adds, “In the third life. Y-you died the same year.”

You start noticing his moles too.

There’s a small one on his jawline you always glance at when he’s speaking.

“I like this one,” you murmur, brushing your lips against it during a lazy morning.

“It’s new,” he says, smiling. “I didn’t have it in our first lives. But you kissed me here once, and it showed up in the next.”

You stare at him, awed. “What, like I… created it?”

“Maybe.” His eyes soften. “Love leaves marks.”

You find more.

One near his hip that you kiss when he’s half-asleep. One behind his shoulder you trace with your fingertip when he’s lying face-down on the bed. One under his ribs that only shows when he stretches, which he lets you explore when you press your lips to his skin in quiet wonder.

You whisper once, “Why don’t I remember you?”

He kisses the back of your knee, where a mole hides in the bend.

“You always forget,” he murmurs. “You’re not supposed to carry the pain.”

“But you do.”

He nods. “I’d rather remember and find you again than forget and lose you forever.”

Your roommate asks if you’re obsessed with each other.

You don’t answer. Because it’s more than that.

It’s recognition.

It’s waking up with your head on his chest and realising your fingers always drift to his jawline mole without thinking.

It’s him pulling your hand to his mouth and kissing each tiny mark like he’s saying hello in a language only you understand.

It’s one night—late, breathless—when he has you pinned beneath him, and he leans down to kiss the mole just below your breast, again and again, slower each time.

“I lost you like this,” he whispers, voice cracking.

You wrap your arms around him. “You found me again.”

It’s scary how much you believe him now.

Scary how much sense it makes.

Like your body remembered before your mind did.

Like the ache in your chest wasn’t yours—it was his.

Eventually, you tell him the truth.

“I hated my moles,” you admit. “I felt like they made me look messy.”

He laughs gently, tilting your chin up. “You’re not messy. You’re written. You’re a love letter someone, I, finished in another lifetime and mailed to this one.”

One summer night, you lie in a patch of moonlight, completely bare, nothing between you but breath.

He kisses each mole slowly, thoroughly, until you’re trembling—not just from arousal, but from the intimacy of being seen like this.

When he reaches your inner thigh, he lingers.

“I never got to touch you here,” he whispers. “Not until now.”

You arch into his mouth, and he takes his time, his hands steadying you, anchoring you to this life, this love, this version of being together.

Afterward, you hold him just as gently.

You trace the mole at his jawline with your lips, whispering, “You’re mine too, you know.”

“I always was,” he says.

Some nights, when you’re half-asleep and tangled in sheets, you ask him about your past selves.

“Which one was your favourite?”

“This one,” he answers instantly.

“No,” you murmur. “I mean… before.”

He hesitates.

“You once danced barefoot in a garden. I watched you through a screen door and thought—if I could just hold you once, that would be enough.”

He kisses the mole on your shoulder blade, where you’re curled against him.

“Was it?”

“Never,” he says.

You tell your grandmother once, just before she passes:

“You were right, you know. About the moles.”

She smiles, eyes twinkling.

“I only told you what my mother told me.”

“Did she ever find her lover again?”

“She did,” she whispers, already fading.

And then: “Just once. But it was enough.”

You count them all once, together.

You name them.

He remembers their echoes.

He kisses the one below your navel and calls it “home.” The one on your inner thigh becomes “devotion.” Your wrist, “first sight.” Your shoulder blade, “loss.” Your waist, “belonging.” The one beneath your breast—“the promise.”

And his?

You call his jawline “anchor.” His rib “yearning.” His hip “gravity.” His shoulder “return.”

Years pass.

He still traces them.

When you fight, he kisses your hands.

When you cry, he finds the one on your collarbone and presses his forehead there.

When he asks you to move in, he kisses your wrist.

When you say yes, he finds the one at your waist.

And when he holds you that night—like he’s holding every version of you that ever lived—his mouth finds the one beneath your breast again.

Slow.

Tender.

Certain.

And you finally ask, breathless, “Why there?”

He doesn’t hesitate.

“That’s where I kissed you last.”

That night you fall asleep with his lips pressed just above your heart.

And you think, If we live again…

But you don’t finish the sentence.

Because now—now—is enough.

Now, your body remembers.

And his hands answer every question your skin ever carried.

© taetebebe 2025

[aerindrs]

send me asks pls pls pls i want moots and wanna interact w ppl too 😭

⌕ s͟e͟a͟r͟c͟h͟i͟n͟g axyl's pg . .

⏖　୨୧　SHIFTING ASK GAME　𓈒 ． k-pop edition

[ 👤 ] GET TO KNOW ME . . ! let's start off simple: who are you? what's your stage name? are you in a group or are you a soloist? are you known worldwide or are you your fandom's little secret?

[ 🫧 ] BUBBLING FRIENDSHIP . . ! if you're in a group, who are your members? what's your relationship with them? if you aren't in a group, who are your closest idol friends? how did you meet?

[ 📂 ] KEEP IT PROFESH . . ! what are some drastic measures you've had to take to avoid spreading rumours? does your company implement "weird" rules? are there any times you've had to stay professional when you were close to losing control?

[ 🎧 ] MUSIC IS MY LIFE . . ! what are your favourite songs to perform? how about record? is there a song in your discography you absolutely loathe but the fans love?

[ 📽️ ] CUT THE CAMERAS . . ! are there any embarrassing moments that live on the internet forever? what prompted it? has it become an inside joke among your fans and members?

[ 🎲 ] ONE IN A MILLION . . ! define your impact [ or your group's impact ] on the industry. have you lifted barriers? have you shook the scene? have you started trends and changed routines?

[ 🥣 ] DINNER IS SERVED . . ! what are your most viral moments? what are things fans can expect and rely on you for? outstanding performances? always looking your best? witty commentary on a variety show? keeping it "real"?

[ ⛓️ ] HATERS GON HATE . . ! how do you handle hate? whether that be from non-fans or jealous colleagues. do you fire back? do you write a diss track? or do you take the high road because you know you're above them?

[ 🫐 ] THAT'S SO ME . . ! what is your representative animal? or perhaps it's a simple emoji? do you have a representative colour and/or symbol? what do these represent within your group and/or concept?

[ 📞 ] BABY YOU'RE A SCANDAL . . ! have you ever done something behind your company's back? they told you specifically not to do it, yet you did it anyway? were you caught? how did fans react?

[ 🖇️ ] TWO-IN-ONE . . ! we all know k-pop is very well known for its ships and duos... are you involved in an iconic pairing? how did this start? is it a natural friendship [ perhaps more . . ] or a forced pr stunt?

[ 📰 ] OH WHO IS YOU . . ! is there anyone in the industry that you really can't stand? someone who gets on your nerves no matter what they do? what happened between you two? is there a happy ending in sight?

[ 📖 ] STATS & NUMBERS . . ! have you broken any records? what are your average # of digital streams? first week sales? will we see you [ or your group ] topping the billboard charts?

[ ❔ ] MISC. QUESTION . . ! whoever sends this emoji may ask whatever question they want regarding your k-pop dr(s)!

[aerindrs]

healing body dysmorphia with shifting 😌

I’m 6’2 with a horsecock in one reality and a curvy lady squirter in another reality what can I say

[aerindrs]

STEP BY STEP ON HOW TO SHIFT!!

girl wdym how you’ve literally been shifting this whole time now let it happen ho💜

[aerindrs]

𝓢hifting propaganda i’m NOT falling for

this is for sillies don’t hurt me ෆ

• “you can’t do that” when it’s MYYYYYY dr.

• over scripting or under scripting.

• “i made my dr” uhh no it was already there. you described a universe which is much older than you.

• FULLY hating the idea of shifting without any research or evidence.

• your dr has to be completely different from this one. no it doesn’t. simple.

• treating your dr friends as if that’s not a real person living.

• that all shifters have problems with mental health. maybe i just want to be a fairy??

• having different s/o’s in DIFFERENT REALITIES being cheating. uhh no.

• having a different s/o in your dr that’s not your partner in this reality is being unloyal

• “you can’t use face claims” uhhh… yes i can.

• “that’s not possible tho” in this reality maybe??

[aerindrs]

it's 3 am, i’ve been on this app for the past two hours just reading fanfiction. i should really sleep..

[aerindrs]

possibly the realest thing ever. also got emotional looking at my cat rn she really has no idea that she's my little partner in every reality :(

looking at my cat like ‘you don’t even know i script you into all my realities.” he’s literally my multiverse partner at this point.

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bye im gonna cry myself to sleep now

• Me and my girlies - PSH ↳ ┊: perfect night - le sserafim

꒰ 𝔖𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴 ꒱┆sunghoon being a girl-dad ⨾

۶ৎ husband!sunghoon x fem!reader┆fluff┆petnames, mentions of pregnancy, hoonie is so whipped hehe┆wc 377

⤷ 𝐲𝐞𝐣𝐢’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: hehe here’s another girl-dad fic 🤭 thank you to the anonnie who requested it !! sorry it took so long TT i was just taking a small break but i’m back now!

꒰ঌ ℬℴℴ𝓀𝓈𝒽ℯ𝓁𝒻 ໒꒱

everyone always thought sunghoon would be a boy-dad. he always seemed like he wanted to see a younger version of himself grow up again, re-living his memories that he didn’t have as a kid.

but the day you told sunghoon you were pregnant, he started manifesting a baby girl.

it shocked you, your mom, and his members. sunghoon wanted a baby girl??? that was new.

sunghoon had said: “i want to be able to take care of her. i live with the guilt of leaving yeji behind and i want to prove that i will be better as a father of a sweet girl.”

when you were out running errands, sunghoon took it as a chance to have “father daughter” bonding time.

he would crouch down in front of the crib, cooing at his beautiful daughter and smiling to himself.

he was so proud of you for being able to give him this happiness. your daughter had your eyes and sunghoon’s nose. just enough resemblance to make sunghoon’s smile bigger.

he didn’t even hear you come in through the front door as he was too lost in thought.

“hoonie? you alright?” you asked, setting down the groceries and walking over to your husband and baby.

“oh! hi darling,” he jumped a bit, before realizing it was just you and kissing your temple as a greeting.

“just thinking,” he hummed, his hand subconsciously finding a spot on the small of your back.

“yeah? well i hope they’re good ones,” you giggle, leaning your head on his shoulder as you both stare lovingly at your daughter.

and that’s how these quiet moments went. lots of comfortable silences and just good presence.

as your daughter grew everyday, sunghoon absolutely loved playing dress up. he never minded all the clips in his hair, or the crazy nail polish was more on his knuckles than his actual nails. he loved it.

he felt like he made up for all the lost years of being an older brother. he had always resented himself for leaving yeji behind to grow up on her own, but now? he got a second chance in life. a chance to take care of his two lovely princesses. and he was not going to mess that up anytime soon.

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