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i’m so sorry that aiera had to go through something this deeply manipulative & traumatic. no one deserves to be treated like that :/ please continue to speak up. this needs more awareness. please reblog & spread !

hi jennation, i know this post is very unexpected but it’s very necessary because we need a way for this to stop. a certain tumblr account has been going around harassing, hurting multiple people for around a year now. she has been under four identities from what me and a few other people know. ivy, lilou, lola, and gemma. you might recognize some of those names, and yes, they are all the same person. here are all of the details coming from one of the people she has hurt.

for starters, i had a mutual around july 2024–we were really close, and her name was lilou this time. used to be @ fleurhoons before she deactivated. she had done multiple things, gaslight me into making her most of her themes, headers, and layouts, with no credit to me whatsoever and i blindly let her use me for her themes just because she couldn’t do it herself. i have also given her my pinterest board for themes, even when i didn’t want to. and i have also made her tags during when she was @ fleurhoons .i have screenshot proof for most of the things she has done, and it’s linked here here and here.

she has said passive aggressive things to other mutuals i had been close with, and has admitted that she was obsessed with me, it threw me off, yet i still stayed. she would be creepily possessive, she would argue with me whenever i’d post someone else on my story or note on instagram for example. she would get angry if i didn’t do what she wanted, like for example, give her all my attention. she had lovebombed me, manipulated me, gaslighted me, and took advantage of me. she pressured me to do things i never wanted to do, she made me lose people i loved, she compared me to people when i didn’t do what she wanted, she drained all the energy out of me, and i don’t want her to continue going under so many identities hurting more and more people.

she had lied about multiple things, she lied about being korean and japanese as ivy, lied about being french and japanese as lilou, and i’m not surprised if she’s lying about being spanish as lola. she had always been controlling, and would make the excuse that she has bpd when she’d hurt me. she would text me from other accounts, multiple times telling me to unblock her, talked shit about me to other people, and that really hurt. but after a while, lilou deactivated her account.

when lola aka @ calabaeri came into the picture, she was really comfortable with me, oddly comfortable, and that made me suspicious, i thought i was crazy, but she was so familiar.

but as time passed knowing her, i knew she was lilou. her texting style, her voice messages, the way she would hurt me, the way she was fucking me up, it all felt too familiar. she was lilou, and so many people had noticed. as i talked to “lola” more, she kept doing the same things as what lilou did to me. be controlling, lying to me, manipulating me, multiple things that was all too familiar with lilou. i started distancing myself, but she would notice, it was overbearing. she would lovebomb multiple people, hurt them, and replace them.

she would cause unnecessary fights all the time, she’d get upset when i would get close with anyone else, shade them, insult me, all at the same time. when i finally blocked lola, she would go on a different account to stalk both my insta and tumblr, and admitted that to me. i blindly gave her another chance, and she admitted to creepy obsessive things that was scary to hear. she got high, went to me, and while she was sobering up she admitted that she had a weird obsession with me, a crush? on me, and that creeped me out. i wouldn’t explain it as a romantic crush, but i don’t even know how to explain what she was saying to me. and in the end? i don’t even know if she truly high or not. i blocked lola again, and she begged me not to, but it was scary. she talked shit about me to other people after that, she would be petty when i had access to her account still, it was weird, creepy.

and about @ oescil. that’s lola, and i don’t even know if her mutuals know it’s her.

my intention is not to stur drama, not at all, i’ve been silent about this for months, but i’m here because she’s hurting other people, she’s under multiple identities, and no matter who she is, she’s lying and finds a way to come to me again. be cautious of who you are talking to, because at the end they are people behind screens, capable of anything really, sorry for this really long rant post but it had to be done, thank you listening, and be careful.

@okwonyo @manariee @flwrstqr @wonio @tzyunaes @yintual @yuons @isoobie @amouriu @saemisic @dolliquettena @jiwuu @koiiqqqq @chuhees @callikari @chrrific @fleuryns @bywons @boyfhee tagging mutuals for awareness.

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does every ask need a reaction picture. it’s really weird like you’re embodying the idol. and that’s scary.

i understand not everyone may be used to seeing reaction photos with asks often, but at the end of the day, it’s my personal choice and preference. i’ve always enjoyed using reaction images to express tone/emotions. for me, yujin is just someone i admire and relate/connect with, and i've been a fan of hers for years, so naturally she appears often in how i express myself online. i'm not trying to become her or pretend to be her in any way. if that makes you or anyone uncomfortable, you’re more than welcome to leave my page. i’m not forcing this content on anyone, & i hope that can be respected just as i respect what others choose to post or enjoy on their pages. ♡

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why are you so inactive these days?

omg i’m so sorry TT i've just been super busy trying to get back into my normal rhythm. so i was on a short semi-hiatus. i haven’t opened tumblr in a while either, and i’m currently planning a new theme !! i promise i’ll be active again by the start of next week — it’s already been almost a month since my last fic ;; i actually have a lot of drafts waiting (especially birthday fics) over on yuzujjn, so beware ><

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i'm back >< after a week of being so ia .. i'm going back to cali in 3 days ! so i'll be post soon :0 but new theme soon

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( ≧ᗜ≦ ) ‎ ‎ ‎· thank you for 5.7k+ ! i was so late with milestones for the past month but TT. thank you for 5.7k >< hope we hit 6k soon ! love you fleuries

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ADORE YOU ⭑ WHEN THEY'RE YOUR HUSBAND

𝐈𝐕────𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝖽𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂'𝗅𝗅 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖽𝗈

❪ 𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗟𝗦&𝗖𝗢 ❫ husband!enhypen & fem!rea 1OOO ◞ ◟书 fluff established relationship headcanons 𝘄 ｡ drinking skinship petnames ❞ DAILY

다니 ⦂ i miss my flueries a lot TT i promise i'll be more active soon ><

LEE HEESEUNG

your cheeks are flushed and you're giggling into his shoulder, arm slung lazily around his waist as you sway just a little, drunk on champagne and the fact that you’re married to the prettiest boy in the room—he's yours. “he’s my husband,” you whisper again to a poor stranger who just smiled too politely, and heeseung’s laughing under his breath, hand slipping down to squeeze your hip as he presses a kiss behind your ear. “i know, love,” he murmurs, “i’m right here.” you pout when he tries to tug you away from the hors d'oeuvres table, your fingers lacing with his. “he’s mine,” you tell the bartender next, and heeseung just grins like a fool as he spins you into his chest. “yes, baby. forever. now let’s get you some water before you propose to me again.”

PARK JAY

you’re leaning over his desk, the soft clack of your pen against paper filling the room as you scribble your signature—mrs. park, almost out of habit now—and you don’t even notice the way jay’s watching you until he hums lowly. his arms looping around your waist as he leans in, the soft brush of his loosened tie grazing your shoulder. “my last name looks good on you,” he whispers, smirking. you blink, caught, heart skipping. “jay,” you say, pretending to scold, but your voice comes out softer than you mean it to. he chuckles, brushing your hair aside so he can kiss your neck ever so lightly. “yes, princess?” he teases, hands stroking your hips, his thumb lazily traces your waist. “sign all the papers you want, baby. i already put a ring on it.” god—this man. in his office. and only eyes for you.

SIM JAKE

you don’t even notice the guy at first—not until he leans in too close and asks, “are you single?” with a half-smile that makes your stomach churn, but before you can answer, jake’s arm is suddenly around you, pulling you so close your back hits his chest, “she’s married,” he says, voice smooth but laced with steel and coldness, and the guy blinks, stunned, until jake adds with a little smirk, “by me,” his eyes are locked on the poor guy who’s suddenly stammering and backing away, palms raised. “jesus,” you mutter, half-laughing as jake presses a kiss to your cheek. “what?” he shrugs innocently. “can’t have people thinking my pretty wife’s up for grabs.” you roll your eyes but your heart stutters anyway, the ring on your finger suddenly burning with meaning, and you lean into him, whispering, “jealousy looks hot on you.” “good. now dance with me, baby.”

PARK SUNGHOON

you’re leaning over the bathroom counter, fixing your lip gloss with practiced ease, when you catch sunghoon’s reflection behind you—shirt half-buttoned, hair still damp, but his gaze is soft, entirely on you. you pause, blinking at him through the mirror, and that’s when he murmurs it, voice low, almost like he’s thinking out loud—“how did i get so lucky?” the gloss wand stills in your hand as your heart stumbles, and you turn just slightly, smiling despite yourself. “you say that like i’m not the lucky one,” you tease, but he only walks closer, slipping his arms around your waist from behind, nose brushing your temple. you lean back into him, fingers brushing over his. “you’re gonna ruin my makeup,” you whisper. he just smiles, “worth it.”

KIM SUNOO

you’re half-distracted, phone pressed to your ear as you rattle off your order, casually adding, “and my husband will have the strawberry one,” not even thinking twice—meanwhile, sunoo’s halfway across the room, frozen with a spoon in his hand as he tries to hide his smile. his ears go red instantly, and when you hang up and turn around, he’s just standing there, grinning like an idiot. “what?” you laugh, confused, and he practically skips over, wrapping his arms around your waist and nuzzling into your neck. “you called me your husband,” he whispers, voice all giddy. “i mean... you are?” you smile. he just melts more, and three hours later, he’s still smiling like he just won the lottery.

YANG JUNGWON

you’re curled up beside jungwon, his arm draped lazily over your shoulders as you both lounge on the couch. the warmth of his body makes everything feel perfect, his soft breath tickling the top of your head. "babe," he murmurs, gently kissing the ring finger of your left hand, the one he’s kissed so many times, his lips lingering there a little longer than usual, sending a small flutter through your chest. “you’re so beautiful,” he adds, making you smile. you tease him, "flattery will get you everywhere, hm?" he chuckles, pulling you closer, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "i just speak the truth, sweetheart," he whispers, wrapping his arms tighter around you. his fingers trace slow circles on your arm, a grin. dimples.

NISHIMURA RIKI

it’s funny how people still think riki is your boyfriend, even though you two got married early , he knew from the start he wanted to be with you forever. as you two were talking with some friends, one of them teased, "so, your boyfriend is here?" riki, with a smirk, quickly corrected them, "no, i'm her husband." he leaned in to press a quick kiss on your temple. you roll your eyes, but can’t help the smile that tugs at your lips. he loves it—loves making that little correction, watching the surprise flicker across their faces.  "a little more serious than boyfriend and girlfriend," "i guess he can’t stop showing off that ring," you add, with a teasing tone. "can't blame him," 

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nom nom hai :0 it's been a while

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ADORE YOU ⭑ WHEN THEY'RE YOUR HUSBAND

𝐈𝐕────𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝖽𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂'𝗅𝗅 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖽𝗈

❪ 𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗟𝗦&𝗖𝗢 ❫ husband!enhypen & fem!rea 1OOO ◞ ◟书 fluff established relationship headcanons 𝘄 ｡ drinking skinship petnames ❞ DAILY

다니 ⦂ i miss my flueries a lot TT i promise i'll be more active soon ><

LEE HEESEUNG

your cheeks are flushed and you're giggling into his shoulder, arm slung lazily around his waist as you sway just a little, drunk on champagne and the fact that you’re married to the prettiest boy in the room—he's yours. “he’s my husband,” you whisper again to a poor stranger who just smiled too politely, and heeseung’s laughing under his breath, hand slipping down to squeeze your hip as he presses a kiss behind your ear. “i know, love,” he murmurs, “i’m right here.” you pout when he tries to tug you away from the hors d'oeuvres table, your fingers lacing with his. “he’s mine,” you tell the bartender next, and heeseung just grins like a fool as he spins you into his chest. “yes, baby. forever. now let’s get you some water before you propose to me again.”

PARK JAY

you’re leaning over his desk, the soft clack of your pen against paper filling the room as you scribble your signature—mrs. park, almost out of habit now—and you don’t even notice the way jay’s watching you until he hums lowly. his arms looping around your waist as he leans in, the soft brush of his loosened tie grazing your shoulder. “my last name looks good on you,” he whispers, smirking. you blink, caught, heart skipping. “jay,” you say, pretending to scold, but your voice comes out softer than you mean it to. he chuckles, brushing your hair aside so he can kiss your neck ever so lightly. “yes, princess?” he teases, hands stroking your hips, his thumb lazily traces your waist. “sign all the papers you want, baby. i already put a ring on it.” god—this man. in his office. and only eyes for you.

SIM JAKE

you don’t even notice the guy at first—not until he leans in too close and asks, “are you single?” with a half-smile that makes your stomach churn, but before you can answer, jake’s arm is suddenly around you, pulling you so close your back hits his chest, “she’s married,” he says, voice smooth but laced with steel and coldness, and the guy blinks, stunned, until jake adds with a little smirk, “by me,” his eyes are locked on the poor guy who’s suddenly stammering and backing away, palms raised. “jesus,” you mutter, half-laughing as jake presses a kiss to your cheek. “what?” he shrugs innocently. “can’t have people thinking my pretty wife’s up for grabs.” you roll your eyes but your heart stutters anyway, the ring on your finger suddenly burning with meaning, and you lean into him, whispering, “jealousy looks hot on you.” “good. now dance with me, baby.”

PARK SUNGHOON

you’re leaning over the bathroom counter, fixing your lip gloss with practiced ease, when you catch sunghoon’s reflection behind you—shirt half-buttoned, hair still damp, but his gaze is soft, entirely on you. you pause, blinking at him through the mirror, and that’s when he murmurs it, voice low, almost like he’s thinking out loud—“how did i get so lucky?” the gloss wand stills in your hand as your heart stumbles, and you turn just slightly, smiling despite yourself. “you say that like i’m not the lucky one,” you tease, but he only walks closer, slipping his arms around your waist from behind, nose brushing your temple. you lean back into him, fingers brushing over his. “you’re gonna ruin my makeup,” you whisper. he just smiles, “worth it.”

KIM SUNOO

you’re half-distracted, phone pressed to your ear as you rattle off your order, casually adding, “and my husband will have the strawberry one,” not even thinking twice—meanwhile, sunoo’s halfway across the room, frozen with a spoon in his hand as he tries to hide his smile. his ears go red instantly, and when you hang up and turn around, he’s just standing there, grinning like an idiot. “what?” you laugh, confused, and he practically skips over, wrapping his arms around your waist and nuzzling into your neck. “you called me your husband,” he whispers, voice all giddy. “i mean... you are?” you smile. he just melts more, and three hours later, he’s still smiling like he just won the lottery.

YANG JUNGWON

you’re curled up beside jungwon, his arm draped lazily over your shoulders as you both lounge on the couch. the warmth of his body makes everything feel perfect, his soft breath tickling the top of your head. "babe," he murmurs, gently kissing the ring finger of your left hand, the one he’s kissed so many times, his lips lingering there a little longer than usual, sending a small flutter through your chest. “you’re so beautiful,” he adds, making you smile. you tease him, "flattery will get you everywhere, hm?" he chuckles, pulling you closer, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "i just speak the truth, sweetheart," he whispers, wrapping his arms tighter around you. his fingers trace slow circles on your arm, a grin. dimples.

NISHIMURA RIKI

it’s funny how people still think riki is your boyfriend, even though you two got married early , he knew from the start he wanted to be with you forever. as you two were talking with some friends, one of them teased, "so, your boyfriend is here?" riki, with a smirk, quickly corrected them, "no, i'm her husband." he leaned in to press a quick kiss on your temple. you roll your eyes, but can’t help the smile that tugs at your lips. he loves it—loves making that little correction, watching the surprise flicker across their faces.  "a little more serious than boyfriend and girlfriend," "i guess he can’t stop showing off that ring," you add, with a teasing tone. "can't blame him," 

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ADORE YOU ⭑ WHEN THEY'RE YOUR HUSBAND

𝐈𝐕────𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝖽𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂'𝗅𝗅 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖽𝗈

❪ 𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗟𝗦&𝗖𝗢 ❫ husband!enhypen & fem!rea 1OOO ◞ ◟书 fluff established relationship headcanons 𝘄 ｡ drinking skinship petnames ❞ DAILY

다니 ⦂ i miss my flueries a lot TT i promise i'll be more active soon ><

LEE HEESEUNG

your cheeks are flushed and you're giggling into his shoulder, arm slung lazily around his waist as you sway just a little, drunk on champagne and the fact that you’re married to the prettiest boy in the room—he's yours. “he’s my husband,” you whisper again to a poor stranger who just smiled too politely, and heeseung’s laughing under his breath, hand slipping down to squeeze your hip as he presses a kiss behind your ear. “i know, love,” he murmurs, “i’m right here.” you pout when he tries to tug you away from the hors d'oeuvres table, your fingers lacing with his. “he’s mine,” you tell the bartender next, and heeseung just grins like a fool as he spins you into his chest. “yes, baby. forever. now let’s get you some water before you propose to me again.”

PARK JAY

you’re leaning over his desk, the soft clack of your pen against paper filling the room as you scribble your signature—mrs. park, almost out of habit now—and you don’t even notice the way jay’s watching you until he hums lowly. his arms looping around your waist as he leans in, the soft brush of his loosened tie grazing your shoulder. “my last name looks good on you,” he whispers, smirking. you blink, caught, heart skipping. “jay,” you say, pretending to scold, but your voice comes out softer than you mean it to. he chuckles, brushing your hair aside so he can kiss your neck ever so lightly. “yes, princess?” he teases, hands stroking your hips, his thumb lazily traces your waist. “sign all the papers you want, baby. i already put a ring on it.” god—this man. in his office. and only eyes for you.

SIM JAKE

you don’t even notice the guy at first—not until he leans in too close and asks, “are you single?” with a half-smile that makes your stomach churn, but before you can answer, jake’s arm is suddenly around you, pulling you so close your back hits his chest, “she’s married,” he says, voice smooth but laced with steel and coldness, and the guy blinks, stunned, until jake adds with a little smirk, “by me,” his eyes are locked on the poor guy who’s suddenly stammering and backing away, palms raised. “jesus,” you mutter, half-laughing as jake presses a kiss to your cheek. “what?” he shrugs innocently. “can’t have people thinking my pretty wife’s up for grabs.” you roll your eyes but your heart stutters anyway, the ring on your finger suddenly burning with meaning, and you lean into him, whispering, “jealousy looks hot on you.” “good. now dance with me, baby.”

PARK SUNGHOON

you’re leaning over the bathroom counter, fixing your lip gloss with practiced ease, when you catch sunghoon’s reflection behind you—shirt half-buttoned, hair still damp, but his gaze is soft, entirely on you. you pause, blinking at him through the mirror, and that’s when he murmurs it, voice low, almost like he’s thinking out loud—“how did i get so lucky?” the gloss wand stills in your hand as your heart stumbles, and you turn just slightly, smiling despite yourself. “you say that like i’m not the lucky one,” you tease, but he only walks closer, slipping his arms around your waist from behind, nose brushing your temple. you lean back into him, fingers brushing over his. “you’re gonna ruin my makeup,” you whisper. he just smiles, “worth it.”

KIM SUNOO

you’re half-distracted, phone pressed to your ear as you rattle off your order, casually adding, “and my husband will have the strawberry one,” not even thinking twice—meanwhile, sunoo’s halfway across the room, frozen with a spoon in his hand as he tries to hide his smile. his ears go red instantly, and when you hang up and turn around, he’s just standing there, grinning like an idiot. “what?” you laugh, confused, and he practically skips over, wrapping his arms around your waist and nuzzling into your neck. “you called me your husband,” he whispers, voice all giddy. “i mean... you are?” you smile. he just melts more, and three hours later, he’s still smiling like he just won the lottery.

YANG JUNGWON

you’re curled up beside jungwon, his arm draped lazily over your shoulders as you both lounge on the couch. the warmth of his body makes everything feel perfect, his soft breath tickling the top of your head. "babe," he murmurs, gently kissing the ring finger of your left hand, the one he’s kissed so many times, his lips lingering there a little longer than usual, sending a small flutter through your chest. “you’re so beautiful,” he adds, making you smile. you tease him, "flattery will get you everywhere, hm?" he chuckles, pulling you closer, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "i just speak the truth, sweetheart," he whispers, wrapping his arms tighter around you. his fingers trace slow circles on your arm, a grin. dimples.

NISHIMURA RIKI

it’s funny how people still think riki is your boyfriend, even though you two got married early , he knew from the start he wanted to be with you forever. as you two were talking with some friends, one of them teased, "so, your boyfriend is here?" riki, with a smirk, quickly corrected them, "no, i'm her husband." he leaned in to press a quick kiss on your temple. you roll your eyes, but can’t help the smile that tugs at your lips. he loves it—loves making that little correction, watching the surprise flicker across their faces.  "a little more serious than boyfriend and girlfriend," "i guess he can’t stop showing off that ring," you add, with a teasing tone. "can't blame him," 

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ADORE YOU ⭑ WHEN THEY'RE YOUR HUSBAND

𝐈𝐕────𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝖽𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂'𝗅𝗅 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖽𝗈

❪ 𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗟𝗦&𝗖𝗢 ❫ husband!enhypen & fem!rea 1OOO ◞ ◟书 fluff established relationship headcanons 𝘄 ｡ drinking skinship petnames ❞ DAILY

다니 ⦂ i miss my flueries a lot TT i promise i'll be more active soon ><

LEE HEESEUNG

your cheeks are flushed and you're giggling into his shoulder, arm slung lazily around his waist as you sway just a little, drunk on champagne and the fact that you’re married to the prettiest boy in the room—he's yours. “he’s my husband,” you whisper again to a poor stranger who just smiled too politely, and heeseung’s laughing under his breath, hand slipping down to squeeze your hip as he presses a kiss behind your ear. “i know, love,” he murmurs, “i’m right here.” you pout when he tries to tug you away from the hors d'oeuvres table, your fingers lacing with his. “he’s mine,” you tell the bartender next, and heeseung just grins like a fool as he spins you into his chest. “yes, baby. forever. now let’s get you some water before you propose to me again.”

PARK JAY

you’re leaning over his desk, the soft clack of your pen against paper filling the room as you scribble your signature—mrs. park, almost out of habit now—and you don’t even notice the way jay’s watching you until he hums lowly. his arms looping around your waist as he leans in, the soft brush of his loosened tie grazing your shoulder. “my last name looks good on you,” he whispers, smirking. you blink, caught, heart skipping. “jay,” you say, pretending to scold, but your voice comes out softer than you mean it to. he chuckles, brushing your hair aside so he can kiss your neck ever so lightly. “yes, princess?” he teases, hands stroking your hips, his thumb lazily traces your waist. “sign all the papers you want, baby. i already put a ring on it.” god—this man. in his office. and only eyes for you.

SIM JAKE

you don’t even notice the guy at first—not until he leans in too close and asks, “are you single?” with a half-smile that makes your stomach churn, but before you can answer, jake’s arm is suddenly around you, pulling you so close your back hits his chest, “she’s married,” he says, voice smooth but laced with steel and coldness, and the guy blinks, stunned, until jake adds with a little smirk, “by me,” his eyes are locked on the poor guy who’s suddenly stammering and backing away, palms raised. “jesus,” you mutter, half-laughing as jake presses a kiss to your cheek. “what?” he shrugs innocently. “can’t have people thinking my pretty wife’s up for grabs.” you roll your eyes but your heart stutters anyway, the ring on your finger suddenly burning with meaning, and you lean into him, whispering, “jealousy looks hot on you.” “good. now dance with me, baby.”

PARK SUNGHOON

you’re leaning over the bathroom counter, fixing your lip gloss with practiced ease, when you catch sunghoon’s reflection behind you—shirt half-buttoned, hair still damp, but his gaze is soft, entirely on you. you pause, blinking at him through the mirror, and that’s when he murmurs it, voice low, almost like he’s thinking out loud—“how did i get so lucky?” the gloss wand stills in your hand as your heart stumbles, and you turn just slightly, smiling despite yourself. “you say that like i’m not the lucky one,” you tease, but he only walks closer, slipping his arms around your waist from behind, nose brushing your temple. you lean back into him, fingers brushing over his. “you’re gonna ruin my makeup,” you whisper. he just smiles, “worth it.”

KIM SUNOO

you’re half-distracted, phone pressed to your ear as you rattle off your order, casually adding, “and my husband will have the strawberry one,” not even thinking twice—meanwhile, sunoo’s halfway across the room, frozen with a spoon in his hand as he tries to hide his smile. his ears go red instantly, and when you hang up and turn around, he’s just standing there, grinning like an idiot. “what?” you laugh, confused, and he practically skips over, wrapping his arms around your waist and nuzzling into your neck. “you called me your husband,” he whispers, voice all giddy. “i mean... you are?” you smile. he just melts more, and three hours later, he’s still smiling like he just won the lottery.

YANG JUNGWON

you’re curled up beside jungwon, his arm draped lazily over your shoulders as you both lounge on the couch. the warmth of his body makes everything feel perfect, his soft breath tickling the top of your head. "babe," he murmurs, gently kissing the ring finger of your left hand, the one he’s kissed so many times, his lips lingering there a little longer than usual, sending a small flutter through your chest. “you’re so beautiful,” he adds, making you smile. you tease him, "flattery will get you everywhere, hm?" he chuckles, pulling you closer, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "i just speak the truth, sweetheart," he whispers, wrapping his arms tighter around you. his fingers trace slow circles on your arm, a grin. dimples.

NISHIMURA RIKI

it’s funny how people still think riki is your boyfriend, even though you two got married early , he knew from the start he wanted to be with you forever. as you two were talking with some friends, one of them teased, "so, your boyfriend is here?" riki, with a smirk, quickly corrected them, "no, i'm her husband." he leaned in to press a quick kiss on your temple. you roll your eyes, but can’t help the smile that tugs at your lips. he loves it—loves making that little correction, watching the surprise flicker across their faces.  "a little more serious than boyfriend and girlfriend," "i guess he can’t stop showing off that ring," you add, with a teasing tone. "can't blame him," 

[flwrstqr]

ADORE YOU ⭑ WHEN THEY'RE YOUR HUSBAND

𝐈𝐕────𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝖽𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂'𝗅𝗅 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖽𝗈

❪ 𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗟𝗦&𝗖𝗢 ❫ husband!enhypen & fem!rea 1OOO ◞ ◟书 fluff established relationship headcanons 𝘄 ｡ drinking skinship petnames ❞ DAILY

다니 ⦂ i miss my flueries a lot TT i promise i'll be more active soon ><

LEE HEESEUNG

your cheeks are flushed and you're giggling into his shoulder, arm slung lazily around his waist as you sway just a little, drunk on champagne and the fact that you’re married to the prettiest boy in the room—he's yours. “he’s my husband,” you whisper again to a poor stranger who just smiled too politely, and heeseung’s laughing under his breath, hand slipping down to squeeze your hip as he presses a kiss behind your ear. “i know, love,” he murmurs, “i’m right here.” you pout when he tries to tug you away from the hors d'oeuvres table, your fingers lacing with his. “he’s mine,” you tell the bartender next, and heeseung just grins like a fool as he spins you into his chest. “yes, baby. forever. now let’s get you some water before you propose to me again.”

PARK JAY

you’re leaning over his desk, the soft clack of your pen against paper filling the room as you scribble your signature—mrs. park, almost out of habit now—and you don’t even notice the way jay’s watching you until he hums lowly. his arms looping around your waist as he leans in, the soft brush of his loosened tie grazing your shoulder. “my last name looks good on you,” he whispers, smirking. you blink, caught, heart skipping. “jay,” you say, pretending to scold, but your voice comes out softer than you mean it to. he chuckles, brushing your hair aside so he can kiss your neck ever so lightly. “yes, princess?” he teases, hands stroking your hips, his thumb lazily traces your waist. “sign all the papers you want, baby. i already put a ring on it.” god—this man. in his office. and only eyes for you.

SIM JAKE

you don’t even notice the guy at first—not until he leans in too close and asks, “are you single?” with a half-smile that makes your stomach churn, but before you can answer, jake’s arm is suddenly around you, pulling you so close your back hits his chest, “she’s married,” he says, voice smooth but laced with steel and coldness, and the guy blinks, stunned, until jake adds with a little smirk, “by me,” his eyes are locked on the poor guy who’s suddenly stammering and backing away, palms raised. “jesus,” you mutter, half-laughing as jake presses a kiss to your cheek. “what?” he shrugs innocently. “can’t have people thinking my pretty wife’s up for grabs.” you roll your eyes but your heart stutters anyway, the ring on your finger suddenly burning with meaning, and you lean into him, whispering, “jealousy looks hot on you.” “good. now dance with me, baby.”

PARK SUNGHOON

you’re leaning over the bathroom counter, fixing your lip gloss with practiced ease, when you catch sunghoon’s reflection behind you—shirt half-buttoned, hair still damp, but his gaze is soft, entirely on you. you pause, blinking at him through the mirror, and that’s when he murmurs it, voice low, almost like he’s thinking out loud—“how did i get so lucky?” the gloss wand stills in your hand as your heart stumbles, and you turn just slightly, smiling despite yourself. “you say that like i’m not the lucky one,” you tease, but he only walks closer, slipping his arms around your waist from behind, nose brushing your temple. you lean back into him, fingers brushing over his. “you’re gonna ruin my makeup,” you whisper. he just smiles, “worth it.”

KIM SUNOO

you’re half-distracted, phone pressed to your ear as you rattle off your order, casually adding, “and my husband will have the strawberry one,” not even thinking twice—meanwhile, sunoo’s halfway across the room, frozen with a spoon in his hand as he tries to hide his smile. his ears go red instantly, and when you hang up and turn around, he’s just standing there, grinning like an idiot. “what?” you laugh, confused, and he practically skips over, wrapping his arms around your waist and nuzzling into your neck. “you called me your husband,” he whispers, voice all giddy. “i mean... you are?” you smile. he just melts more, and three hours later, he’s still smiling like he just won the lottery.

YANG JUNGWON

you’re curled up beside jungwon, his arm draped lazily over your shoulders as you both lounge on the couch. the warmth of his body makes everything feel perfect, his soft breath tickling the top of your head. "babe," he murmurs, gently kissing the ring finger of your left hand, the one he’s kissed so many times, his lips lingering there a little longer than usual, sending a small flutter through your chest. “you’re so beautiful,” he adds, making you smile. you tease him, "flattery will get you everywhere, hm?" he chuckles, pulling you closer, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "i just speak the truth, sweetheart," he whispers, wrapping his arms tighter around you. his fingers trace slow circles on your arm, a grin. dimples.

NISHIMURA RIKI

it’s funny how people still think riki is your boyfriend, even though you two got married early , he knew from the start he wanted to be with you forever. as you two were talking with some friends, one of them teased, "so, your boyfriend is here?" riki, with a smirk, quickly corrected them, "no, i'm her husband." he leaned in to press a quick kiss on your temple. you roll your eyes, but can’t help the smile that tugs at your lips. he loves it—loves making that little correction, watching the surprise flicker across their faces.  "a little more serious than boyfriend and girlfriend," "i guess he can’t stop showing off that ring," you add, with a teasing tone. "can't blame him," 

[flwrstqr]

ADORE YOU ⭑ WHEN THEY'RE YOUR HUSBAND

𝐈𝐕────𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝖺���𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂'𝗅𝗅 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖽𝗈

❪ 𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗟𝗦&𝗖𝗢 ❫ husband!enhypen & fem!rea 1OOO ◞ ◟书 fluff established relationship headcanons 𝘄 ｡ drinking skinship petnames ❞ DAILY

다니 ⦂ i miss my flueries a lot TT i promise i'll be more active soon ><

LEE HEESEUNG

your cheeks are flushed and you're giggling into his shoulder, arm slung lazily around his waist as you sway just a little, drunk on champagne and the fact that you’re married to the prettiest boy in the room—he's yours. “he’s my husband,” you whisper again to a poor stranger who just smiled too politely, and heeseung’s laughing under his breath, hand slipping down to squeeze your hip as he presses a kiss behind your ear. “i know, love,” he murmurs, “i’m right here.” you pout when he tries to tug you away from the hors d'oeuvres table, your fingers lacing with his. “he’s mine,” you tell the bartender next, and heeseung just grins like a fool as he spins you into his chest. “yes, baby. forever. now let’s get you some water before you propose to me again.”

PARK JAY

you’re leaning over his desk, the soft clack of your pen against paper filling the room as you scribble your signature—mrs. park, almost out of habit now—and you don’t even notice the way jay’s watching you until he hums lowly. his arms looping around your waist as he leans in, the soft brush of his loosened tie grazing your shoulder. “my last name looks good on you,” he whispers, smirking. you blink, caught, heart skipping. “jay,” you say, pretending to scold, but your voice comes out softer than you mean it to. he chuckles, brushing your hair aside so he can kiss your neck ever so lightly. “yes, princess?” he teases, hands stroking your hips, his thumb lazily traces your waist. “sign all the papers you want, baby. i already put a ring on it.” god—this man. in his office. and only eyes for you.

SIM JAKE

you don’t even notice the guy at first—not until he leans in too close and asks, “are you single?” with a half-smile that makes your stomach churn, but before you can answer, jake’s arm is suddenly around you, pulling you so close your back hits his chest, “she’s married,” he says, voice smooth but laced with steel and coldness, and the guy blinks, stunned, until jake adds with a little smirk, “by me,” his eyes are locked on the poor guy who’s suddenly stammering and backing away, palms raised. “jesus,” you mutter, half-laughing as jake presses a kiss to your cheek. “what?” he shrugs innocently. “can’t have people thinking my pretty wife’s up for grabs.” you roll your eyes but your heart stutters anyway, the ring on your finger suddenly burning with meaning, and you lean into him, whispering, “jealousy looks hot on you.” “good. now dance with me, baby.”

PARK SUNGHOON

you’re leaning over the bathroom counter, fixing your lip gloss with practiced ease, when you catch sunghoon’s reflection behind you—shirt half-buttoned, hair still damp, but his gaze is soft, entirely on you. you pause, blinking at him through the mirror, and that’s when he murmurs it, voice low, almost like he’s thinking out loud—“how did i get so lucky?” the gloss wand stills in your hand as your heart stumbles, and you turn just slightly, smiling despite yourself. “you say that like i’m not the lucky one,” you tease, but he only walks closer, slipping his arms around your waist from behind, nose brushing your temple. you lean back into him, fingers brushing over his. “you’re gonna ruin my makeup,” you whisper. he just smiles, “worth it.”

KIM SUNOO

you’re half-distracted, phone pressed to your ear as you rattle off your order, casually adding, “and my husband will have the strawberry one,” not even thinking twice—meanwhile, sunoo’s halfway across the room, frozen with a spoon in his hand as he tries to hide his smile. his ears go red instantly, and when you hang up and turn around, he’s just standing there, grinning like an idiot. “what?” you laugh, confused, and he practically skips over, wrapping his arms around your waist and nuzzling into your neck. “you called me your husband,” he whispers, voice all giddy. “i mean... you are?” you smile. he just melts more, and three hours later, he’s still smiling like he just won the lottery.

YANG JUNGWON

you’re curled up beside jungwon, his arm draped lazily over your shoulders as you both lounge on the couch. the warmth of his body makes everything feel perfect, his soft breath tickling the top of your head. "babe," he murmurs, gently kissing the ring finger of your left hand, the one he’s kissed so many times, his lips lingering there a little longer than usual, sending a small flutter through your chest. “you’re so beautiful,” he adds, making you smile. you tease him, "flattery will get you everywhere, hm?" he chuckles, pulling you closer, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "i just speak the truth, sweetheart," he whispers, wrapping his arms tighter around you. his fingers trace slow circles on your arm, a grin. dimples.

NISHIMURA RIKI

it’s funny how people still think riki is your boyfriend, even though you two got married early , he knew from the start he wanted to be with you forever. as you two were talking with some friends, one of them teased, "so, your boyfriend is here?" riki, with a smirk, quickly corrected them, "no, i'm her husband." he leaned in to press a quick kiss on your temple. you roll your eyes, but can’t help the smile that tugs at your lips. he loves it—loves making that little correction, watching the surprise flicker across their faces.  "a little more serious than boyfriend and girlfriend," "i guess he can’t stop showing off that ring," you add, with a teasing tone. "can't blame him," 

[flwrstqr]

ADORE YOU ⭑ WHEN THEY'RE YOUR HUSBAND

𝐈𝐕────𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝖽𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂'𝗅𝗅 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖽𝗈

❪ 𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗟𝗦&𝗖𝗢 ❫ husband!enhypen & fem!rea 1OOO ◞ ◟书 fluff established relationship headcanons 𝘄 ｡ drinking skinship petnames ❞ DAILY

다니 ⦂ i miss my flueries a lot TT i promise i'll be more active soon ><

LEE HEESEUNG

your cheeks are flushed and you're giggling into his shoulder, arm slung lazily around his waist as you sway just a little, drunk on champagne and the fact that you’re married to the prettiest boy in the room—he's yours. “he’s my husband,” you whisper again to a poor stranger who just smiled too politely, and heeseung’s laughing under his breath, hand slipping down to squeeze your hip as he presses a kiss behind your ear. “i know, love,” he murmurs, “i’m right here.” you pout when he tries to tug you away from the hors d'oeuvres table, your fingers lacing with his. “he’s mine,” you tell the bartender next, and heeseung just grins like a fool as he spins you into his chest. “yes, baby. forever. now let’s get you some water before you propose to me again.”

PARK JAY

you’re leaning over his desk, the soft clack of your pen against paper filling the room as you scribble your signature—mrs. park, almost out of habit now—and you don’t even notice the way jay’s watching you until he hums lowly. his arms looping around your waist as he leans in, the soft brush of his loosened tie grazing your shoulder. “my last name looks good on you,” he whispers, smirking. you blink, caught, heart skipping. “jay,” you say, pretending to scold, but your voice comes out softer than you mean it to. he chuckles, brushing your hair aside so he can kiss your neck ever so lightly. “yes, princess?” he teases, hands stroking your hips, his thumb lazily traces your waist. “sign all the papers you want, baby. i already put a ring on it.” god—this man. in his office. and only eyes for you.

SIM JAKE

you don’t even notice the guy at first—not until he leans in too close and asks, “are you single?” with a half-smile that makes your stomach churn, but before you can answer, jake’s arm is suddenly around you, pulling you so close your back hits his chest, “she’s married,” he says, voice smooth but laced with steel and coldness, and the guy blinks, stunned, until jake adds with a little smirk, “by me,” his eyes are locked on the poor guy who’s suddenly stammering and backing away, palms raised. “jesus,” you mutter, half-laughing as jake presses a kiss to your cheek. “what?” he shrugs innocently. “can’t have people thinking my pretty wife’s up for grabs.” you roll your eyes but your heart stutters anyway, the ring on your finger suddenly burning with meaning, and you lean into him, whispering, “jealousy looks hot on you.” “good. now dance with me, baby.”

PARK SUNGHOON

you’re leaning over the bathroom counter, fixing your lip gloss with practiced ease, when you catch sunghoon’s reflection behind you—shirt half-buttoned, hair still damp, but his gaze is soft, entirely on you. you pause, blinking at him through the mirror, and that’s when he murmurs it, voice low, almost like he’s thinking out loud—“how did i get so lucky?” the gloss wand stills in your hand as your heart stumbles, and you turn just slightly, smiling despite yourself. “you say that like i’m not the lucky one,” you tease, but he only walks closer, slipping his arms around your waist from behind, nose brushing your temple. you lean back into him, fingers brushing over his. “you’re gonna ruin my makeup,” you whisper. he just smiles, “worth it.”

KIM SUNOO

you’re half-distracted, phone pressed to your ear as you rattle off your order, casually adding, “and my husband will have the strawberry one,” not even thinking twice—meanwhile, sunoo’s halfway across the room, frozen with a spoon in his hand as he tries to hide his smile. his ears go red instantly, and when you hang up and turn around, he’s just standing there, grinning like an idiot. “what?” you laugh, confused, and he practically skips over, wrapping his arms around your waist and nuzzling into your neck. “you called me your husband,” he whispers, voice all giddy. “i mean... you are?” you smile. he just melts more, and three hours later, he’s still smiling like he just won the lottery.

YANG JUNGWON

you’re curled up beside jungwon, his arm draped lazily over your shoulders as you both lounge on the couch. the warmth of his body makes everything feel perfect, his soft breath tickling the top of your head. "babe," he murmurs, gently kissing the ring finger of your left hand, the one he’s kissed so many times, his lips lingering there a little longer than usual, sending a small flutter through your chest. “you’re so beautiful,” he adds, making you smile. you tease him, "flattery will get you everywhere, hm?" he chuckles, pulling you closer, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "i just speak the truth, sweetheart," he whispers, wrapping his arms tighter around you. his fingers trace slow circles on your arm, a grin. dimples.

NISHIMURA RIKI

it’s funny how people still think riki is your boyfriend, even though you two got married early , he knew from the start he wanted to be with you forever. as you two were talking with some friends, one of them teased, "so, your boyfriend is here?" riki, with a smirk, quickly corrected them, "no, i'm her husband." he leaned in to press a quick kiss on your temple. you roll your eyes, but can’t help the smile that tugs at your lips. he loves it—loves making that little correction, watching the surprise flicker across their faces.  "a little more serious than boyfriend and girlfriend," "i guess he can’t stop showing off that ring," you add, with a teasing tone. "can't blame him," 

[flwrstqr]

ADORE YOU ⭑ WHEN THEY'RE YOUR HUSBAND

𝐈𝐕────𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝖽𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂'𝗅𝗅 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖽𝗈

❪ 𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗟𝗦&𝗖𝗢 ❫ husband!enhypen & fem!rea 1OOO ◞ ◟书 fluff established relationship headcanons 𝘄 ｡ drinking skinship petnames ❞ DAILY

다니 ⦂ i miss my flueries a lot TT i promise i'll be more active soon ><

LEE HEESEUNG

your cheeks are flushed and you're giggling into his shoulder, arm slung lazily around his waist as you sway just a little, drunk on champagne and the fact that you’re married to the prettiest boy in the room—he's yours. “he’s my husband,” you whisper again to a poor stranger who just smiled too politely, and heeseung’s laughing under his breath, hand slipping down to squeeze your hip as he presses a kiss behind your ear. “i know, love,” he murmurs, “i’m right here.” you pout when he tries to tug you away from the hors d'oeuvres table, your fingers lacing with his. “he’s mine,” you tell the bartender next, and heeseung just grins like a fool as he spins you into his chest. “yes, baby. forever. now let’s get you some water before you propose to me again.”

PARK JAY

you’re leaning over his desk, the soft clack of your pen against paper filling the room as you scribble your signature—mrs. park, almost out of habit now—and you don’t even notice the way jay’s watching you until he hums lowly. his arms looping around your waist as he leans in, the soft brush of his loosened tie grazing your shoulder. “my last name looks good on you,” he whispers, smirking. you blink, caught, heart skipping. “jay,” you say, pretending to scold, but your voice comes out softer than you mean it to. he chuckles, brushing your hair aside so he can kiss your neck ever so lightly. “yes, princess?” he teases, hands stroking your hips, his thumb lazily traces your waist. “sign all the papers you want, baby. i already put a ring on it.” god—this man. in his office. and only eyes for you.

SIM JAKE

you don’t even notice the guy at first—not until he leans in too close and asks, “are you single?” with a half-smile that makes your stomach churn, but before you can answer, jake’s arm is suddenly around you, pulling you so close your back hits his chest, “she’s married,” he says, voice smooth but laced with steel and coldness, and the guy blinks, stunned, until jake adds with a little smirk, “by me,” his eyes are locked on the poor guy who’s suddenly stammering and backing away, palms raised. “jesus,” you mutter, half-laughing as jake presses a kiss to your cheek. “what?” he shrugs innocently. “can’t have people thinking my pretty wife’s up for grabs.” you roll your eyes but your heart stutters anyway, the ring on your finger suddenly burning with meaning, and you lean into him, whispering, “jealousy looks hot on you.” “good. now dance with me, baby.”

PARK SUNGHOON

you’re leaning over the bathroom counter, fixing your lip gloss with practiced ease, when you catch sunghoon’s reflection behind you—shirt half-buttoned, hair still damp, but his gaze is soft, entirely on you. you pause, blinking at him through the mirror, and that’s when he murmurs it, voice low, almost like he’s thinking out loud—“how did i get so lucky?” the gloss wand stills in your hand as your heart stumbles, and you turn just slightly, smiling despite yourself. “you say that like i’m not the lucky one,” you tease, but he only walks closer, slipping his arms around your waist from behind, nose brushing your temple. you lean back into him, fingers brushing over his. “you’re gonna ruin my makeup,” you whisper. he just smiles, “worth it.”

KIM SUNOO

you’re half-distracted, phone pressed to your ear as you rattle off your order, casually adding, “and my husband will have the strawberry one,” not even thinking twice—meanwhile, sunoo’s halfway across the room, frozen with a spoon in his hand as he tries to hide his smile. his ears go red instantly, and when you hang up and turn around, he’s just standing there, grinning like an idiot. “what?” you laugh, confused, and he practically skips over, wrapping his arms around your waist and nuzzling into your neck. “you called me your husband,” he whispers, voice all giddy. “i mean... you are?” you smile. he just melts more, and three hours later, he’s still smiling like he just won the lottery.

YANG JUNGWON

you’re curled up beside jungwon, his arm draped lazily over your shoulders as you both lounge on the couch. the warmth of his body makes everything feel perfect, his soft breath tickling the top of your head. "babe," he murmurs, gently kissing the ring finger of your left hand, the one he’s kissed so many times, his lips lingering there a little longer than usual, sending a small flutter through your chest. “you’re so beautiful,” he adds, making you smile. you tease him, "flattery will get you everywhere, hm?" he chuckles, pulling you closer, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "i just speak the truth, sweetheart," he whispers, wrapping his arms tighter around you. his fingers trace slow circles on your arm, a grin. dimples.

NISHIMURA RIKI

it’s funny how people still think riki is your boyfriend, even though you two got married early , he knew from the start he wanted to be with you forever. as you two were talking with some friends, one of them teased, "so, your boyfriend is here?" riki, with a smirk, quickly corrected them, "no, i'm her husband." he leaned in to press a quick kiss on your temple. you roll your eyes, but can’t help the smile that tugs at your lips. he loves it—loves making that little correction, watching the surprise flicker across their faces.  "a little more serious than boyfriend and girlfriend," "i guess he can’t stop showing off that ring," you add, with a teasing tone. "can't blame him," 

[flwrstqr]

ADORE YOU ⭑ WHEN THEY'RE YOUR HUSBAND

𝐈𝐕────𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝖽𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂'𝗅𝗅 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖽𝗈

❪ 𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗟𝗦&𝗖𝗢 ❫ husband!enhypen & fem!rea 1OOO ◞ ◟书 fluff established relationship headcanons 𝘄 ｡ drinking skinship petnames ❞ DAILY

다니 ⦂ i miss my flueries a lot TT i promise i'll be more active soon ><

LEE HEESEUNG

your cheeks are flushed and you're giggling into his shoulder, arm slung lazily around his waist as you sway just a little, drunk on champagne and the fact that you’re married to the prettiest boy in the room—he's yours. “he’s my husband,” you whisper again to a poor stranger who just smiled too politely, and heeseung’s laughing under his breath, hand slipping down to squeeze your hip as he presses a kiss behind your ear. “i know, love,” he murmurs, “i’m right here.” you pout when he tries to tug you away from the hors d'oeuvres table, your fingers lacing with his. “he’s mine,” you tell the bartender next, and heeseung just grins like a fool as he spins you into his chest. “yes, baby. forever. now let’s get you some water before you propose to me again.”

PARK JAY

you’re leaning over his desk, the soft clack of your pen against paper filling the room as you scribble your signature—mrs. park, almost out of habit now—and you don’t even notice the way jay’s watching you until he hums lowly. his arms looping around your waist as he leans in, the soft brush of his loosened tie grazing your shoulder. “my last name looks good on you,” he whispers, smirking. you blink, caught, heart skipping. “jay,” you say, pretending to scold, but your voice comes out softer than you mean it to. he chuckles, brushing your hair aside so he can kiss your neck ever so lightly. “yes, princess?” he teases, hands stroking your hips, his thumb lazily traces your waist. “sign all the papers you want, baby. i already put a ring on it.” god—this man. in his office. and only eyes for you.

SIM JAKE

you don’t even notice the guy at first—not until he leans in too close and asks, “are you single?” with a half-smile that makes your stomach churn, but before you can answer, jake’s arm is suddenly around you, pulling you so close your back hits his chest, “she’s married,” he says, voice smooth but laced with steel and coldness, and the guy blinks, stunned, until jake adds with a little smirk, “by me,” his eyes are locked on the poor guy who’s suddenly stammering and backing away, palms raised. “jesus,” you mutter, half-laughing as jake presses a kiss to your cheek. “what?” he shrugs innocently. “can’t have people thinking my pretty wife’s up for grabs.” you roll your eyes but your heart stutters anyway, the ring on your finger suddenly burning with meaning, and you lean into him, whispering, “jealousy looks hot on you.” “good. now dance with me, baby.”

PARK SUNGHOON

you’re leaning over the bathroom counter, fixing your lip gloss with practiced ease, when you catch sunghoon’s reflection behind you—shirt half-buttoned, hair still damp, but his gaze is soft, entirely on you. you pause, blinking at him through the mirror, and that’s when he murmurs it, voice low, almost like he’s thinking out loud—“how did i get so lucky?” the gloss wand stills in your hand as your heart stumbles, and you turn just slightly, smiling despite yourself. “you say that like i’m not the lucky one,” you tease, but he only walks closer, slipping his arms around your waist from behind, nose brushing your temple. you lean back into him, fingers brushing over his. “you’re gonna ruin my makeup,” you whisper. he just smiles, “worth it.”

KIM SUNOO

you’re half-distracted, phone pressed to your ear as you rattle off your order, casually adding, “and my husband will have the strawberry one,” not even thinking twice—meanwhile, sunoo’s halfway across the room, frozen with a spoon in his hand as he tries to hide his smile. his ears go red instantly, and when you hang up and turn around, he’s just standing there, grinning like an idiot. “what?” you laugh, confused, and he practically skips over, wrapping his arms around your waist and nuzzling into your neck. “you called me your husband,” he whispers, voice all giddy. “i mean... you are?” you smile. he just melts more, and three hours later, he’s still smiling like he just won the lottery.

YANG JUNGWON

you’re curled up beside jungwon, his arm draped lazily over your shoulders as you both lounge on the couch. the warmth of his body makes everything feel perfect, his soft breath tickling the top of your head. "babe," he murmurs, gently kissing the ring finger of your left hand, the one he’s kissed so many times, his lips lingering there a little longer than usual, sending a small flutter through your chest. “you’re so beautiful,” he adds, making you smile. you tease him, "flattery will get you everywhere, hm?" he chuckles, pulling you closer, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "i just speak the truth, sweetheart," he whispers, wrapping his arms tighter around you. his fingers trace slow circles on your arm, a grin. dimples.

NISHIMURA RIKI

it’s funny how people still think riki is your boyfriend, even though you two got married early , he knew from the start he wanted to be with you forever. as you two were talking with some friends, one of them teased, "so, your boyfriend is here?" riki, with a smirk, quickly corrected them, "no, i'm her husband." he leaned in to press a quick kiss on your temple. you roll your eyes, but can’t help the smile that tugs at your lips. he loves it—loves making that little correction, watching the surprise flicker across their faces.  "a little more serious than boyfriend and girlfriend," "i guess he can’t stop showing off that ring," you add, with a teasing tone. "can't blame him," 

[flwrstqr]

ADORE YOU ⭑ WHEN THEY'RE YOUR HUSBAND

𝐈𝐕────𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝖽𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂'𝗅𝗅 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖽𝗈

❪ 𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗟𝗦&𝗖𝗢 ❫ husband!enhypen & fem!rea 1OOO ◞ ◟书 fluff established relationship headcanons 𝘄 ｡ drinking skinship petnames ❞ DAILY

다니 ⦂ i miss my flueries a lot TT i promise i'll be more active soon ><

LEE HEESEUNG

your cheeks are flushed and you're giggling into his shoulder, arm slung lazily around his waist as you sway just a little, drunk on champagne and the fact that you’re married to the prettiest boy in the room—he's yours. “he’s my husband,” you whisper again to a poor stranger who just smiled too politely, and heeseung’s laughing under his breath, hand slipping down to squeeze your hip as he presses a kiss behind your ear. “i know, love,” he murmurs, “i’m right here.” you pout when he tries to tug you away from the hors d'oeuvres table, your fingers lacing with his. “he’s mine,” you tell the bartender next, and heeseung just grins like a fool as he spins you into his chest. “yes, baby. forever. now let’s get you some water before you propose to me again.”

PARK JAY

you’re leaning over his desk, the soft clack of your pen against paper filling the room as you scribble your signature—mrs. park, almost out of habit now—and you don’t even notice the way jay’s watching you until he hums lowly. his arms looping around your waist as he leans in, the soft brush of his loosened tie grazing your shoulder. “my last name looks good on you,” he whispers, smirking. you blink, caught, heart skipping. “jay,” you say, pretending to scold, but your voice comes out softer than you mean it to. he chuckles, brushing your hair aside so he can kiss your neck ever so lightly. “yes, princess?” he teases, hands stroking your hips, his thumb lazily traces your waist. “sign all the papers you want, baby. i already put a ring on it.” god—this man. in his office. and only eyes for you.

SIM JAKE

you don’t even notice the guy at first—not until he leans in too close and asks, “are you single?” with a half-smile that makes your stomach churn, but before you can answer, jake’s arm is suddenly around you, pulling you so close your back hits his chest, “she’s married,” he says, voice smooth but laced with steel and coldness, and the guy blinks, stunned, until jake adds with a little smirk, “by me,” his eyes are locked on the poor guy who’s suddenly stammering and backing away, palms raised. “jesus,” you mutter, half-laughing as jake presses a kiss to your cheek. “what?” he shrugs innocently. “can’t have people thinking my pretty wife’s up for grabs.” you roll your eyes but your heart stutters anyway, the ring on your finger suddenly burning with meaning, and you lean into him, whispering, “jealousy looks hot on you.” “good. now dance with me, baby.”

PARK SUNGHOON

you’re leaning over the bathroom counter, fixing your lip gloss with practiced ease, when you catch sunghoon’s reflection behind you—shirt half-buttoned, hair still damp, but his gaze is soft, entirely on you. you pause, blinking at him through the mirror, and that’s when he murmurs it, voice low, almost like he’s thinking out loud—“how did i get so lucky?” the gloss wand stills in your hand as your heart stumbles, and you turn just slightly, smiling despite yourself. “you say that like i’m not the lucky one,” you tease, but he only walks closer, slipping his arms around your waist from behind, nose brushing your temple. you lean back into him, fingers brushing over his. “you’re gonna ruin my makeup,” you whisper. he just smiles, “worth it.”

KIM SUNOO

you’re half-distracted, phone pressed to your ear as you rattle off your order, casually adding, “and my husband will have the strawberry one,” not even thinking twice—meanwhile, sunoo’s halfway across the room, frozen with a spoon in his hand as he tries to hide his smile. his ears go red instantly, and when you hang up and turn around, he’s just standing there, grinning like an idiot. “what?” you laugh, confused, and he practically skips over, wrapping his arms around your waist and nuzzling into your neck. “you called me your husband,” he whispers, voice all giddy. “i mean... you are?” you smile. he just melts more, and three hours later, he’s still smiling like he just won the lottery.

YANG JUNGWON

you’re curled up beside jungwon, his arm draped lazily over your shoulders as you both lounge on the couch. the warmth of his body makes everything feel perfect, his soft breath tickling the top of your head. "babe," he murmurs, gently kissing the ring finger of your left hand, the one he’s kissed so many times, his lips lingering there a little longer than usual, sending a small flutter through your chest. “you’re so beautiful,” he adds, making you smile. you tease him, "flattery will get you everywhere, hm?" he chuckles, pulling you closer, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "i just speak the truth, sweetheart," he whispers, wrapping his arms tighter around you. his fingers trace slow circles on your arm, a grin. dimples.

NISHIMURA RIKI

it’s funny how people still think riki is your boyfriend, even though you two got married early , he knew from the start he wanted to be with you forever. as you two were talking with some friends, one of them teased, "so, your boyfriend is here?" riki, with a smirk, quickly corrected them, "no, i'm her husband." he leaned in to press a quick kiss on your temple. you roll your eyes, but can’t help the smile that tugs at your lips. he loves it—loves making that little correction, watching the surprise flicker across their faces.  "a little more serious than boyfriend and girlfriend," "i guess he can’t stop showing off that ring," you add, with a teasing tone. "can't blame him," 

[flwrstqr]

ADORE YOU ⭑ WHEN THEY'RE YOUR HUSBAND

𝐈𝐕────𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝖽𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂'𝗅𝗅 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖽𝗈

❪ 𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗟𝗦&𝗖𝗢 ❫ husband!enhypen & fem!rea 1OOO ◞ ◟书 fluff established relationship headcanons 𝘄 ｡ drinking skinship petnames ❞ DAILY

다니 ⦂ i miss my flueries a lot TT i promise i'll be more active soon ><

LEE HEESEUNG

your cheeks are flushed and you're giggling into his shoulder, arm slung lazily around his waist as you sway just a little, drunk on champagne and the fact that you’re married to the prettiest boy in the room—he's yours. “he’s my husband,” you whisper again to a poor stranger who just smiled too politely, and heeseung’s laughing under his breath, hand slipping down to squeeze your hip as he presses a kiss behind your ear. “i know, love,” he murmurs, “i’m right here.” you pout when he tries to tug you away from the hors d'oeuvres table, your fingers lacing with his. “he’s mine,” you tell the bartender next, and heeseung just grins like a fool as he spins you into his chest. “yes, baby. forever. now let’s get you some water before you propose to me again.”

PARK JAY

you’re leaning over his desk, the soft clack of your pen against paper filling the room as you scribble your signature—mrs. park, almost out of habit now—and you don’t even notice the way jay’s watching you until he hums lowly. his arms looping around your waist as he leans in, the soft brush of his loosened tie grazing your shoulder. “my last name looks good on you,” he whispers, smirking. you blink, caught, heart skipping. “jay,” you say, pretending to scold, but your voice comes out softer than you mean it to. he chuckles, brushing your hair aside so he can kiss your neck ever so lightly. “yes, princess?” he teases, hands stroking your hips, his thumb lazily traces your waist. “sign all the papers you want, baby. i already put a ring on it.” god—this man. in his office. and only eyes for you.

SIM JAKE

you don’t even notice the guy at first—not until he leans in too close and asks, “are you single?” with a half-smile that makes your stomach churn, but before you can answer, jake’s arm is suddenly around you, pulling you so close your back hits his chest, “she’s married,” he says, voice smooth but laced with steel and coldness, and the guy blinks, stunned, until jake adds with a little smirk, “by me,” his eyes are locked on the poor guy who’s suddenly stammering and backing away, palms raised. “jesus,” you mutter, half-laughing as jake presses a kiss to your cheek. “what?” he shrugs innocently. “can’t have people thinking my pretty wife’s up for grabs.” you roll your eyes but your heart stutters anyway, the ring on your finger suddenly burning with meaning, and you lean into him, whispering, “jealousy looks hot on you.” “good. now dance with me, baby.”

PARK SUNGHOON

you’re leaning over the bathroom counter, fixing your lip gloss with practiced ease, when you catch sunghoon’s reflection behind you—shirt half-buttoned, hair still damp, but his gaze is soft, entirely on you. you pause, blinking at him through the mirror, and that’s when he murmurs it, voice low, almost like he’s thinking out loud—“how did i get so lucky?” the gloss wand stills in your hand as your heart stumbles, and you turn just slightly, smiling despite yourself. “you say that like i’m not the lucky one,” you tease, but he only walks closer, slipping his arms around your waist from behind, nose brushing your temple. you lean back into him, fingers brushing over his. “you’re gonna ruin my makeup,” you whisper. he just smiles, “worth it.”

KIM SUNOO

you’re half-distracted, phone pressed to your ear as you rattle off your order, casually adding, “and my husband will have the strawberry one,” not even thinking twice—meanwhile, sunoo’s halfway across the room, frozen with a spoon in his hand as he tries to hide his smile. his ears go red instantly, and when you hang up and turn around, he’s just standing there, grinning like an idiot. “what?” you laugh, confused, and he practically skips over, wrapping his arms around your waist and nuzzling into your neck. “you called me your husband,” he whispers, voice all giddy. “i mean... you are?” you smile. he just melts more, and three hours later, he’s still smiling like he just won the lottery.

YANG JUNGWON

you’re curled up beside jungwon, his arm draped lazily over your shoulders as you both lounge on the couch. the warmth of his body makes everything feel perfect, his soft breath tickling the top of your head. "babe," he murmurs, gently kissing the ring finger of your left hand, the one he’s kissed so many times, his lips lingering there a little longer than usual, sending a small flutter through your chest. “you’re so beautiful,” he adds, making you smile. you tease him, "flattery will get you everywhere, hm?" he chuckles, pulling you closer, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "i just speak the truth, sweetheart," he whispers, wrapping his arms tighter around you. his fingers trace slow circles on your arm, a grin. dimples.

NISHIMURA RIKI

it’s funny how people still think riki is your boyfriend, even though you two got married early , he knew from the start he wanted to be with you forever. as you two were talking with some friends, one of them teased, "so, your boyfriend is here?" riki, with a smirk, quickly corrected them, "no, i'm her husband." he leaned in to press a quick kiss on your temple. you roll your eyes, but can’t help the smile that tugs at your lips. he loves it—loves making that little correction, watching the surprise flicker across their faces.  "a little more serious than boyfriend and girlfriend," "i guess he can’t stop showing off that ring," you add, with a teasing tone. "can't blame him,"