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So the story is that Yurina is a princess of a low class kingdom and she always wants to experience real true love but because of her low class status and her parents not being privileged she is afraid to. One day she gets a secret invite to the Royal enha ball the kingdom of 7 brothers that are privileged.

So she sneaks out and reaches the ball with her ordinary clothes and mask she made and encounter Prince sim . They both have a genuine connection. But both don't get happy ending

Like thier forbidden relationship

💌 heelvng note : ohhh this is gonna be good. your wish is my command 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ (this story is really giving the lyrics “what we could’ve been. what we should’ve been” i hope you guys enjoyed the story. thank you veronica for coming up with this story idea! i had so much fun writing it :>)

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Secret Love Song — Jake

royalty au · forbidden romance · tragedy · fluff-angst

❝ i knew from the moment you looked at me... you’d be the one thing i could never have. ❞

SYNOPSIS

she’s a princess from a forgotten kingdom. he’s the crown prince of everything. a fleeting connection. a secret library. a love they can’t keep. because fairytales don’t always end with forever.

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read now.

before the clock strikes midnight.

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wc : 2.8k

in stories, the girls who fall in love with princes wear silk and diamonds. you wore linen stitched by your own hands.

the hem of your dress was always a little uneven, no matter how carefully you measured. your shoes, scuffed and softened from years of wear, barely made a sound on stone floors. the castle you lived in wasn’t really a castle. just an aging manor with peeling paint and a name no one remembered.

still, you believed in things.

quietly. stubbornly. love. books. the possibility of being chosen, just once, not for power or politics — but for something real.

and one morning, between breakfast and the usual silence of your family's hall, it arrived. an envelope sealed in silver.

no sender. no explanation. just your name in elegant ink.

a single line inside:

you are invited to the royal ball at the palace of enha.

you read the letter three times. once quickly. once slowly. once while holding your breath.

no one’s ever invited you to anything before — not really. not like this.

the paper doesn’t say why you were chosen. it doesn’t mention your title, or your kingdom, or your family. maybe it was a mistake. maybe it was meant for someone else.

but still... you keep it. tucked under your pillow like a secret.

you don’t tell your parents. they would never let you go. not to that kind of ball. not to the palace of enha, where the seven royal brothers rule with grace and gold and everything you’ve only ever read about.

so you wait. and when the day comes, you get dressed in the quiet.

no jewels. no silk. just your best dress, simple and soft. you pin up your hair and tie the mask you made yourself — a ribbon here, a scrap of lace there.

not perfect. but yours.

you look in the mirror once before leaving.

and for the first time in a long while, you let yourself hope for something more.

—

as you’re arriving to the palace by foot. from a distance you can see it glow like it came out of a storybook.

tall towers nearly touching the clouds, the night starry and the skies sparkly. window lit gold, and the faint sound of music spills into the night like it’s trying to reach the stars.

going up the ramp that leads to the gates, you hesitated—your heart hammering at your chest begging for some sort of freedom. no one stops you. no one is going to stop you. walking further towards the golden bars, no one questions your dress or your plain shoes or the mask tied with trembling fingers.

you step inside.

everything is shining. the chandeliers, the squeaky clean marble floors, the endless fabric of gowns that sweep past you like waves. everyone looks like they belong.

the seven thrones immediately caught your eye, the men sitting at them holding power and leadership for their kingdom. staring for too long you didn’t seem to notice you were directly making eye contact with a prince.

his face so proportionate, lips full, luscious. his hair combed back to perfection as he’s staring directly at you out of the hundreds of other people in the room.

you take your focus off of him looking back in the space of where you don’t belong. the music changes everyone hopping in the center, spinning and dancing to the beat of the music.

you stood out the way, forming a circle with the rest those who weren’t participating. clapping and cheering for the individuals, you glance up at the thrown.

his eyes still on you.

you swallowed hard, your hands trembling again at the rising anxiety you were feeling. thoughts racing through your head. does he know where i’m from? am i more noticeable than i thought? is he going to kick me out?

it was too much. your body did the first thing that came to mind, which was getting out of the palace as soon as possible.

you don’t remember how many doors you’ve passed but the moment you see a door slightly cracked open. tall, carved, and dim.

you knew this is exactly where you needed to be.

you slipped through without thinking, fingers curling around the edge of the door just long enough to close it behind you.

its silent.

not the kind of quiet that reminds you that you’re alone but the kind that makes your shoulders soften, your skin sinks into peace. books tower from floor to ceiling, shelves stretching in every direction. the air smells like lavender, candle wax, and time. you let yourself breathe.

your fingers skim the books on the shelves, none of the titles catch your eye. leather bound, gilded edges, thick with stories your hometown couldn’t afford. there’s something magical about them like if you touch the right one it’ll pull you into a dream.

and then your hand pauses.

a book tucked near the bottom of one shelf — smaller, worn around the edges, like it’s been read again and again. the title etched in fading ink:

“the love that bloomed in silence”

you pull it out carefully, thumbing through the first few pages. it’s a story about a girl who has never been seen. ugly, hideous, poor—and the boy who saw her anyway.

you sit down on the floor.

for a moment, the palace fades. the ball is gone. your nerves are settling.

you’re just a girl with a book in her hands, reading about love you never thought you deserve.

“funny,” a voice says from the doorway. “that’s my favourite one.”

head snapping up immediately. he’s standing there—prince jake. not on a throne. not surrounded by guards. just him. his jacket unbuttoned at the collar. his mask in his hand. his expression unreadable.

your breath hitches in your throat.

“sorry,” you say heart lurching. “i didn’t mean to–“

“you’re not trespassing,” he says, stepping in the library. “not here.”

his eyes flicker between the book in your lap then you.

“most people never find that one,” he adds, quieter this time. “but you did.”

you hold the book tighter. you don’t know why — maybe because he’s looking at you like you’re apart of it. like you belong in the pages, too.

“it feels like this book was made for me,” you say.

he smiles.

“maybe it was,” his eyes linger on you a little while longer.

you don’t move when he comes closer.

his footsteps quiet against the marble floor, careful not to startle you. he stops a few feet away. gives you space, letting the silence stretch just long enough to feel gentle.

“may i?” he asks, nodding towards the floor beside you.

you hesitate, then nod.

he sits.

not too close nor too far. the spaces between you felt delicate, like one wrong word could shatter it.

“i’m jake,” he says after a moment.

the corner of your lip slighty turns up. everyone knows about the seven princes of the enha kingdom. hes the third born—the one whispered about for sneaking into town without his crown, for being kind when no one’s looking.

but you only nod.

“i know,”

he smiles. not in a proud way that royals would do… but like he’s amused that you’re not rushing to amuse him.

“and you?” he asks, tilting his head. “who do i have the honor of sitting beside tonight?”

you want to tell him your name but you hesitate. a part of you tightens around it, as if saying it out loud would change anything. might make the walls remember you’re not meant to be here.

“just… a girl who loves books.”

his eyes don’t leave yours. there’s no judgement in them. no mocking curiosity. only something soft, searching.

“i think i like her already,” he says quietly.

your breath stumbles.

you look down at the open book in-front of you. the words suddenly becoming blurry.

“you don’t have to say that,” you murmur.

“i didn’t say it because i had to,” he says.

you glance up. hes watching you like you’re an unsolved riddle he actually wants to understand. trying to understand who you are and not where you’re from.

“you looked lonely out there,” he continues. “but not sad. just… like someone who wants more.”

you blink slowly.

“i’m not someone who gets more,” you say, voice barely above a whisper.

he’s quiet for a moment.

then he leans forward, elbows resting on his knees, and he says it like a promise:

“maybe tonight, you do.”

you stare at him and he stares at you. you don’t know how long you sit like that, with the book between you and his words pressing gently against the walls you’ve built.

“its funny,” jake says, voice low. “everyone expects me to be perfect… polished. like my life is already written for me.”

he turned his gaze towards the books on the wall. like he’s finally admitted something he never says out loud.

“but sometimes,” he continues. “i wish someone would see past that. not the title. just me.”

you study his profile once again. the strong jaw, the clean lines. the prince everyone looks at but no one knows. and something in you aches.

“you must get tired,” you say quietly.

his gaze flickers back onto you. surprised, maybe. maybe even a little undone by how gently you said it.

“all the time,” he exhales, like he’s admitting it for the first time.

your fingers curl tighter around the pages.

“i know what that’s like,” you say softly. “except… no one sees me at all,”

“you want to be known,” he says.

you nod, barely.

his gaze softens. a part of him aching for you, who you are. the two of you sit like like that— like two kids from different worlds, both aching in their own corners of silence. and for the first time tonight the quietness doesn’t seem so lonely.

—

the music from the ballroom drifts in like a ghost — muffled, delicate, as if the palace itself is trying not to disturb you.

jake stands, then offers you a hand.

“may i?” he asks, a glimmer of something playful in his eyes. “just one dance. for us.”

the library isn’t a ballroom. the floor isn’t made for dancing. but his hand is gentle on your waist, and the way he holds your other feels like a promise not to drop you.

you sway in place, slow, barely moving. but it’s enough. enough to feel the closeness. enough to forget where you are.

“you never told me your name,” he says softly, his eyes not leaving yours.

you almost don’t want to tell him. because once you do, it becomes real. this moment… this impossible moment— will have a name to haunt it.

“yurina,” you whisper.

his lips part just slightly, like he’s trying it out in his head.

“beautiful,” he says, and it doesn’t sound rehearsed. “it suits you.”

you look away, hearting pounding.

“you’re prince jake,” you murmur. as if saying it out loud would ruin the moment.

“just jake,” he says quickly. “with you, i’d rather just be just jake.”

theres a pause. your eyes meet again, and the distance between you shrinks.

“i’m not supposed to be here,” you admit. “i got an invitation but i don’t belong in palaces. i’m not…”

“you are,” he says before you could finish. “you’re here. that’s enough.”

his hand pulls you a little closer. not in a way that startles – in a way that steadies.

“you know,” he says. “when you first walked in, i couldn’t stop staring at you. not because you didn’t belong but because you looked like the only real thing in the room.”

your throat tightens.

you rest your cheek against his shoulders for just a second. the dance slows, softer now. almost still.

“i’m tired of being perfect,” he whispers.

“i’m tired of being invisible,” you whisper.

you both go quiet.

outside, the music continues. loud and golden. but in here it’s fading. your time running out. and you both know it.

but neither of you stop dancing.

not yet.

—

your bodies barely moving now. it’s not really dancing anymore. just swaying, breathing the same air, daring to not look away.

his hand brushes your hair out the way, fingers lingering just a second too long. your lips part, unsure if it’s from the weight of the gaze or the words trembling on the edge of your tongue.

“yurina…” he says it like a confession. like your name alone is too much to hold in.

you don’t answer. you don’t have to. the space between you disappears. he leans in, so do you. like magnets pulled across forbidden boarders.

his forehead touches yours.

“i knew from the moment you looked at me,” you said voice hushed, almost afraid, “you’d be the one thing i could never have,”

his breath catches. his eyes flicker your lips and yours to his. the ache, the need, the want. it hangs there, suspended between you two like a thread that could snap at any second.

and then—

the clock strikes.

sharp. loud. merciless.

midnight. you flinch.

“don’t go,” he says, voice breaking like glass.

but you’re already backing away. your shoes stumble against the floor. your heart breaking into pieces.

“i have to,” you whisper, eyes wet. “you were never meant to find me,”

he moves to follow — but you’re faster. maybe for the first time in your life.

you run, slipping out of the library like a shadow.

he calls your name once.

and then it’s just the silence again. the clock still echoing. and a prince standing alone in a library, reaching for someone who was never supposed to be his.

you don’t make it far before you look back.

he’s still there— standing in the glow of the candles. his hand hasn’t dropped. his lips hasn’t moved, but his eyes…

his eyes says everything.

you memorize him like this. the way his hair falls just slightly out of place. the way he looks at you like you’re wearing a crown , even though you never have and you never will.

“i never wore a crown,” you think. “but he looks at me like i did and that is the cruellest part.”

he doesn’t chase you.

he just watches.

and that hurts more.

you run.

days pass. weeks pass.

no one in your quiet kingdom knows what happened —who you met, what you almost had. you tell no one. not even your mother.

you kept it like a secret pressed between the pages of a book he once showed you. the one that said love could defy time.

he never comes. no letter. no carriage. no second invitation.

you hear of his engagement in a whisper. a perfect match. a portrait in the paper. he’s smiling — the smile he wore before the music stopped.

alone in your room, you let yourself cry. not for him. not even for yourself. but for the version of the story that was too fragile for this world.

you take the mask you made and lock it up in the drawer.

you don’t regret it. any of it.

but sometimes, when the night is quiet and the moon is kind… you still dream of the library.

and the boy who almost loved you.

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002 - Collision Course

paring : heesung x reader

sypnosis ★ you, a talented tattoo artist, have made a name for yourself in the underground art scene. but when you’re commissioned to create a custom piece for heeseung, the enigmatic leader of the black dragons gang, your worlds collide in unexpected ways. as you discover the darkness beneath heeseungs demeanor, you’re torn between your attraction to him and your fear of the secrets he keeps. you must decide wether the passion you share is worth the risk of getting burned. ⋆⭒˚.⋆

content/theme(s) this story contains ★ forbidden love, loyalty and betrayal, college!au, dark, edgy, suspenseful, black!reader, kissing, cold!heeseung, tension, mentions of death, and more ꩜ .ᐟ

featuring ★ all members from txt, all members from itzy, all members from aespa, all members from ateez, all members from enhypen, and all the members from straykids, and jungkook from bts. (everyone may not get a line but they will be mentioned, you will see..)⊹₊ ⋆

wc. 2.4k

the roar of engines reverberated through the air as you stepped into the park, now alive with the hum of activity. the annual steel thunder rally was one of the city’s biggest motorcycle events, drawing crowds from every corner of the scene. for gangs like the midnight renegades, stormbringers, velocity vixens, and rebel hearts, it was more than just a gathering. it was an unspoken deceleration of power, skill, and legacy.

at the heart of the event was the phoenix circuit, a treacherous racecourse weaving through the outskirts of the city. it was a test of speed, precision, and raw courage. winning the phoenix circuit wasn’t just about bragging rights—it came with a prize coveted by every gang in attendance: the eclipse throne, a gleaming back motorcycle custom built to be the fastest in the city, along with a hefty cash reward.

for most? it wasnt the prize that mattered. it was the respect. winning the phoenix circuit solidified a gang’s dominance for the year, making their name untouchable in the underground.

karina walked besides you, her arm brushing yours as she scanned the crowd. “this place gets bigger every year,” she mused, adjusting the strap of her helmet slung over her shoulder.

you nodded, you eyes drifting toward the stage where the eclipse throne say in all its glory. “and the stakes get higher?”

“not just the stake,” karina said, smirking as she pointed towards the food trucks. “the hotdogs, too! they’re charging twice as much this year.”

you laughed, nudging her playfully. “some things never change.”

you wove through the crowd, exchanging warm greetings as you passed familiar faces. the midnight renegades were the first to spot you.

“y/n!” yeonjun called, a bright grin spreading across his face as he waved you over. the rest of the gang—soobin, beomgyu, and kai were gathered around their bikes, their banter lighthearted as always.

“looking sharp,” you teases, eyeing their matching jackets.

“always,” tachyon said with a wink. “we’ve got a reputation to uphold.”

you laughed, moving on to the stormbringers’ corner. yeosang and seonghwa were deep in a conversation, while mingi and wooyoung demonstrated some sort of elaborate handshake.

“y/n!!” san shouted, pulling you into a quick hug. “you actually showed up. thought you were going to bail out on us”

“how could i ever miss this chaos?” you replied sarcastically, a little smirk forming.

karina nudged you. “chaos is your middle name.”

you giggled, watching karina’s own gang, the velocity vixens, stand out in the crowd like firecrackers, their energy infectious. giselle, winter, and bingeing were already surrounded by the admirers, their bikes gleaming under the event lights.

the reveal hearts weren’t far behind, with yeji and ryujin mock-arguing about who had the better bike while yuma handed out snacks. despite their differences, the gangs were like a chaotic family. sure, there were was competition, but beneath it all was mutual respect and friendship.

even before their arrival, you could feel the shift in the air. the laughter softened, conversations quieted, and people glanced toward the park entrance. the rumble of engines grew louder until the phantom riders rolled in, led by their infamous leader chan.

the group came to a halt, their black leather jackets marked with the jagged skull insignia that sent an uspoken warning. minho, changbin, hyunjin, jisung, jeongin, felix, and seungmin followed close behind, their presence commanding attention.

chan dismounted his bike first, his sharp eyes scanning the crowd. “well, we’ll,” he drawled, a smirk tugging at his lips. “looks like we weren’t invited to the party.”

“you weren’t,” yeji said bluntly, stepping forward. her arms crossed.

karina scoffed beside you. “of course, they couldn’t resist crashing.”

the tension was palpable. midnight renegades and stormbringers flanked yeji, while the velocity vixens and rebel hearts closed ranks behind her.

“this isn’t your scene,” soobin said, his tone calm but laced with warning.

“relax,” chan replied, raising his hands mockingly. “we’re just here to enjoy the show.”

but it was clear they had other intentions. hyunjin and mingi smirked as they leaned against their bikes, hyunjin’s eyes fixated on the eclipse throne displayed on the podium nearby.

“nice prize,” he says. “think we’ll take it this year.”

“that’s assuming if you qualify,” beomgyu shit back, his eyes narrowing.

the phantom riders weren’t known for playing fair. rumors swirled about their sabotage tactics, from tampering with bikes to setting up traps on the circuit. they thrived on chaos, and everyone knew they’d do whatever it took to win.

chan smirked widened. “you’re rightfully beomgyu. we don’t need to quality. we’ll just take it.”

the comment ignited a wave of anger. mingi stepped forward, his fist clenched. “why don’t you try it?”

wooyoung grabbed his arm, pulling him back. “not here,” he muttered. “they’re baiting us.”

but chan wasn’t done. he stepped closer to yeji, his smirk turning sinister. “careful, rebel. you don’t want to start something you can’t finish.”

yeji didn’t flinched. “neither do you.”

before the situation could escalate any further, soobin stepped between them. “that’s enough,” he said, his voice steady but commanding. “this is neutral ground. take the drama somewhere else yeah?”

for a moment, it seems like chan might push back, but then his gaze flicked to the other gangsters surrounding him. midnight renegades, stormbringers, velocity vixens, and rebel hearts all stood united, their presence an unspoken warning.

chan let out a low chuckle. “alright,” he said stepping back. “well play nice. for now.”

the phantom riders retreated to the outskirts of the event, it the tension lingered like a storm cloud. you let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding, your heart still racing.

as the event carried on, you found yourself gravitating toward the food trucks, hoping to the shake off the unease. but the conversations around you kept circling back to one name: heeseung.

“he’s like a ghost,” yeosang said nearby. “no one ever sees him, but he’s always watching.”

“ruthless,” winter added. “the kind of guy who’d destroy you with a second thought.”

“and yet, everyone listens to him,” ningning said. “even the black dragons. it’s like they worship him.”

you frowned, the name stirring something inside you. you didn’t know heeseung, but his reputation seemed to follow you everywhere.

. . . . .

the event settled in, the neon lights of the event casting a glow over the gathering crowd. you stood near the stage, where event organizers were preparing to address the racers and spectators. the buzz of anticipation was thick in the air, but you couldn’t shake the nagging curiosity about heeseung and the black dragons.

everywhere you turned, his name seemed to come up in whispers.

the sound of the microphone e crackling to like pulled your attention to the stage. a tall man in a crisp leather jacket, one of the event officials, stepped forward.

“alright, everyone, listen up!” he called, his voice booking over the chatter. the crowd grew silent, all eyes on him. “as you all know, the phoenix circuit is no ordinary race. it’s a test of skill, strategy, and survival.”

the word “survival” hung in the air, a reminder of just how dangerous the the race could be.

“this year, we’re introducing some new rules and conditions,” the official continued. “first, all racers must register their bikes by tomorrow evening. no substitutions will be allowed after the registration deadline. second, the race will have three checkpoints. miss any of them, and you’re disqualified.

a murmur ran through the crowd. checkpoints where a new addition, and you could already see the gears turning in everyone’s heads.

“third,” the official said, his tone dropping, “any form of sabotage will result in immediate disqualification—not just for the racer, but for their entire gang.”

you glanced at the phantom riders. chan’s expression was unreadable, but the tension in his posture was evident. sabatoge was their usual tactic, and this rule was clearly aimed at curbing their influence.

“and finally,” the official said, pausing for effect, “the race will be monitored by a neutral panel. any disputes will be settled by them, and their word is final. no expectations.”

the crowd erupted into chatter again, some voices followed with approval, others with concern. you caught yeji’s eye, and she gave you a small nod. the new rules leveled the playing field, but they also raised the stakes.

the official raised his hand, silencing the crowd. “now, i suggest you all get some rest. the phoenix circuit begins in the next two days, at dawn. good luck—and may the best racer win.”

as the crowd began to disperse, you lingered. your thoughts still circling back to heeseung.

“they say he doesn’t race for the prize,” giselle said, leaning against her bike. “it’s about dominance”

“he doesn’t even show up until race day,” winter added. “he’s like a ghost, seriously.”

karina nudged you. “think we’ll see him in the next two days?”

you shrugged, trying to play it cool. “who knows? he’s probably too busy planning world domination.”

karina laughed, but her gaze was thoughtful. “if he doesn’t show up, though… I hope he’s ready for a fight.”

as you both headed back to the bikes, you couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was watching. a figure lingered near the edge of the lot, shrouded in the shadow. for a brief moment, you thought it might be heeseung.

but when you blinked, they were gone.

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001 - Needles & Ink

paring : heesung x reader

sypnosis ★ you, a talented tattoo artist, have made a name for yourself in the underground art scene. but when you’re commissioned to create a custom piece for heeseung, the enigmatic leader of the black dragons gang, your worlds collide in unexpected ways. as you discover the darkness beneath heeseungs demeanor, you’re torn between your attraction to him and your fear of the secrets he keeps. you must decide wether the passion you share is worth the risk of getting burned. ⋆⭒˚.⋆

featuring ★ all members from txt, all members from itzy, all members from aespa, all members from ateez, all members from enhypen, and all the members from straykids, and jungkook from bts. (everyone may not get a line but they will be mentioned, you will see..)⊹₊ ⋆

word count ~ 4.5k

the soft hum of tattoo machines filled the air, a steady buzz that both sloth and energized. you sat at the tattoo station, your fingers moving with precision as the needle pierced the skin, leaving behind a trail of ink on your client. the art was in your blood, it always has been. your father’s shop had once been a staple of the local tattoo scene, a place where gang members and regulars alike came to mark their skin with memories, regrets, or simple decorations. but now, it was yours.

the shop smelled of antiseptic, ink, and the faint scent of old wood, a mix that had become comforting overtime. you were used to the solitude, the quiet focus that tattooing demanded. the walls lined with faded designs, some from your fathers hand, other from your own. tattoos that told stories, captured moments, reflected pain and triumph.

your fathers death was still a raw wound, the scar that never healed. it had been years since that night, but you could still feel the weight of it every time you picked up the needle. you’d been a teenager when it happened—young, naïve, and too trusting. the details of his death were shrouded in whispers and rumors, but you didn’t need to know more. you knew enough. he’d been involved in the city’s gang culture—had even worked with some of them. the black dragons back on the day kept a close eye on him and you’ve never trusted them. never forgave them.

your father’s talent had made him valuable, but it also made him a target. and when the wrong person got to close, things had gone terribly wrong. he’d paid the price for his connections. and so had you.

now, it’s just you. your fathers legacy was tied to the shop, to the ink, and to the weight of the past you carried. you weren’t interested in gangs, not anymore. you had enough to deal with. working, college, surviving—but there was something about the way the city hummed with tension the way the black dragons kept their shadows, that unsettled you.

you wiped the excess ink from the tattoo, the steady rhythm of your movements grounding you in the present. you glanced up at your client a nervous-looking guy in his twenties, shifting in the chair. he was a first-timer, his arms tense and his face pale. a tattoo was personal, sometimes even painful.

“are you doing okay?” you ask gently, your voice filled with genuine concern, offering a comforting smile.

he nodded, his eyes darting to the design on his arm. “yeah, just… trying not to think about it,” he said with a nervous chuckle.

you gave him a brief, reassuring smile and focused back on your work. “you’re doing great,” you say, dragging the needle across his biceps.

once the session was finished, you cleaned up the area, ignoring the idle chatter of the other artist in the back. jungkook, came up to you with a mug of coffee, offering it like it was a prize.

“you okay?” jungkook asked, his voice low, not pushing too hard. he’d known you long enough to know when to give you space.

you didn’t look up from the tattoo machine as you cleaned it, but you gave him a short nod. “yeah. fine. just tired.”

jungkook’s brow furrowed as he looked at you, sensing there was more to it. he knew you weren’t just tired. he knew the toll your fathers death had taken, even if you didn’t speak about it. but that was something you didn’t share. not with anyone.

“got another client coming in soon,” he said, his voice a little quieter now. “they’re asking about a piece. some guy—big guy. seems like a regular.”

you didn’t respond immediately, your mind elsewhere, then glanced up at him. “alright! i’ll take care of it,” you slightly smiled.

jungkook hesitated but then nodded and went back to the back office. you let out a slow breath, the weight of the past creeping up behind you again. the tattoo you had just finished was a good one, a clean piece. the guy would probably come back, as they always did. and it was good work—it had to be. you lived for that moment when you could forget everything else just focus on the ink, the art. it was only the way you could hold onto something that felt real.

buy you didn’t fool yourself. the past was always there. the city, with its dark corners and dangerous people, always had a way of finding you. you could feel the tension building, the way things were about to shift. you just didn’t know how or when it would happen.

for now, you went back to work, doing what you did best: hiding behind the needle and ink. it was the only thing that kept the grief at bay, the only thing that gave you any sense of control. and for the time being, that would have been enough.

. . . . .

after finishing up at the shop you gathered your things and locked up, ready to head to your dorm, in which you call home. the night air was cool against your skin, and as you walked to your car, you let out a sigh. the city was quieter now, the evening lull giving way to the steady hum of distant traffic. you were exhausted, but there was a comfort in the familiarity of your routine. a quick drive, a shower, and maybe a snack would do you good.

you arrived at your college dorm a short while later, pulling into the parking lot and heading inside. the place smelled faintly of instant ramen and the endless parade of textbooks. you climbed the stairs to your floor, the weight of the day’s tattoos and emotion easing with every step.

as you opened the door to your dorm, you were kept with the familiar sight of your room sprawled on the couch, eyes glued to her phone. her name was karina, and she is one of the members of the velocity vixens, the local motorcycle gang. you’d gotten to know her over the past year, and though she was from a completely world, she’d become one of your closest friends. always easygoing, always a smile, and always cracking a joke when you needed it most.

“hey, you,” you greeted, kicking the door shut behind you. “how’s life treating you? did you cause any trouble today?” you grinned, making you way to the small fridge.

karina looked up, her dark hair pulled into a messy bun, and she immediately flashed a wide grin. “oh, you know. same old. wrecking havoc in the halls of academia. trying to start a rebellion with my classmates, one lecture at a time.” she rolled her eyes playfully.

“classic,” you teased, rummaging through the fridge for a snack. “you should tone it down before they kick you out of the dorms.”

“please,” she scoffed, sitting up on the couch. “they love me. who else would they have to make things interesting?” karina always had a way of making everything sound effortless, like trouble was just a side hobby for her.

you plopped down next to her, munching on some chips, “i’m starting to think the only thing keeping you in college is your charm and the fact that they’re scared of you.”

she chuckled, tossing her phone on the coffee table. “guilty as charged. but hey, if i’m not causing and trouble, what am i even doing here?” she leaned back, her feet up on the coffee table. “besides, you’re the one over here tattooing gang members while keeping a straight face. i’m just trying to survive the semester.”

you laughed, shaking your head. “yeah, we’ll, it’s not always as glamorous as it sounds. i’m just trying to get through the night without having a breakdown.” you glanced at her, suddenly serious. “what about you? how are things with the vixens? is everyone behaving?”

karina raised an eyebrow. “behaving? please. we’re motorcycles and chaos wrapped into one. but you know, we mange, there’s always someone trying to start a race or get into trouble with the other gangs, but we’ve got each other’s backs.”

you leaned back, letting the easy, comforting rhythm of the conversation settle in. karina always knew how to lighten up the mood. “good to hear. just don’t get involved with the phantom riders, alright?”

“ha! the phantom riders? they wouldn’t dare,” she teased. “besides, if they do, they’ll regret it. but don’t worry, i’ll keep the peace.”

you smirked, reaching for your water bottle. “sure. keep the peace, karina. i’m sure the vixens and the phantom riders just love a little friendly competition.”

she grinned wickedly, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “what can i say? we’re rebels. it’s what we do.”

“rebel hearts, right?” you teased, making a little heart with your hands. “are you sure you’re not just making it all up?”

she gasped dramatically, placing her hand on her chest. “how dare you! my honor is at stake!” then she burst out laughing. “you know you love me.”

you shook your head, laughing. “yeah, yeah. jus’ dont go stealing my snacks again. that’s my rebellion, not yours”

karina snickered. “i… don’t know what you’re talking about. i’m innocent.”

“right. and i’m the queen of england.”

you both laughed, the easy banter a welcome relief after the long day you had. the world outside felt far away in this small room—just you, karina, and a friendship built on shared moments and humor.

the weight of the past still lingered, but for now, you could enjoy this. life wasn’t always as simple as it seemed, but with karina around, it was a little easier to breathe.

you leaned back on the couch, letting the conversation with karina flow smoothly, the laughter still echoing between you. but soon, the room grew quieter, and you felt the familiar tug of exhaustion settling in.

karina stretched out her arms dramatically. “speaking of trouble,” she said, her voice light and teasing. “there’s this motorcycle event happening tomorrow, the one everyone talking about. you know, the one at the park? just a casual meet-up, nothing too wild. but i heard some of the guys from the other gangs are going to show up. might be interesting.”

you paused mid-sip, raising an eyebrow. “you mean more than usual?” you knew the local clubs has their own little events, but the thought of more gangs gathering in one place made you uneasy, even if it was supposed to be a lowkey event.

karina shrugged nonchalantly. “yeah, it’s just for fun, nothing serious. but hey, you never know what might happen when those bikes start revving. it’s like a magnet of chaos. you should come by, just for the vibe. i’ll even save you a spot by the snacks.”

you laughed, shaking your head. “snacks, huh?” maybe i’ll stop by. but only if you promise me no races or brawls this time.”

karina grinned mischievously. “i can’t make any promises. but i’ll try to keep the peace. besides, it’ll be a nice break for you, get your mind off things. who knows, you might even find next inspiration for your next tattoo.”

you smiled, but the idea of the event lingered in your mind. there was something about the gathering that felt… different. the gangs had their rivalries, sure, but they were all connected by something deeper. you had learned that the hard way.

“maybe i’ll swing by,” you said, leaning back on the couch and staring at the ceiling. “but no guarantees. i don’t exactly like surrounded by motorcycles and leather jackets all day.”

karina chuckled. “you’ll be fine. besides, i think you could use a little fun.”

you smiled at her, but the tension in your chest didn’t ease. you weren’t sure why, but you had a feeling the next day wasn’t going to be simple as it seemed.

with a quiet sigh, you stood up and stretched, grabbing your jacket from the back of the chair. “i’m going to sleep. it’s been a long day.”

karina flashed a quick grin. “alright, boss. get some sleep, you’ve got an event to survive tomorrow.”

you chuckled softly, but as you walked to your bed and pulled the covers over you, the unease from earlier didn’t go away. tomorrow wasn’t just going to be another day. something was off, you could feel it.

as you lay there, eyes closed, the buzz of your phone interrupted the stillness. you glanced at the screen—no messages, just a random notification.

for a moment, you stared at it, trying to shake off the feeling that tomorrow would be anything but ordinary. and then, with a deep breath, you let sleep take over. but that strange unease followed you into your dreams.

—

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EXTRA CREDIT, EXTRA FEELINGS— JAY

┊ academic rivals to lovers · fake dating · fluff with tension

“you didn’t have to defend me in there,” “i wasn’t defending you. i was defending us.”

synopsis

you and jay have been academic rivals since freshman year—always one-upping each other, always toe-to-toe in class debates. but when your psychology professor assigns a semester-long project on relationship dynamics… and pairs you together?

you’re forced to fake date. for extra credit.

you both hate it. until you don’t.

pairing ⟶ jay x female!!reader

genre ⟶ academic rivals au, fake dating, slow burn, fluff w/ tension

word count ⟶ 4.9k

💌 heelvng note : though this took me forever to finish (bc im the biggest procrastinator in the world), my heart is so fuzzy and warm every time i read this. may your heart be just as warm and fuzzy like mines, happy reading everyone !!

—

you started to think professor park had it out for you. there was no way, no actual way, you were going to survive a whole semester of this.

it had been one week since the project started, and already, jay was getting on your last nerve.

“you walk so damn slow,” jay grumbled as he walked beside you down the quad, hands stuffed in his pockets.

you shot him a glare. “then walk ahead of me. no one’s forcing you to stay by my side.”

“oh, but they are, sweetheart,” he smirked.“professors orders. we have to act like a couple, remember? it be weird if I just left you behind.”

you scoffed. “the only weird thing here is you calling me sweetheart. never do it again.”

jay let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. “you’re so fun to bother. this is going to be great.”

“you mean miserable,” you corrected, rolling your eyes.

“Same thing.”

the two of you had to meet up at least three times a week—in public—to convince people you were “dating.” professor park insisted that this wasn’t just a private assignment; your classmates needed to see the relationship progress over time. which meant you had to be seen together, talking, walking, eating—hell, you even had to sit next to each other in lectures now.

“okay, let’s get this over with,” you growled as you reached the campus café.

jay raised an eyebrow. “you say that like I’m not the best fake boyfriend you could’ve gotten.”

You gave him a pointed look. “I would rather date a lizard.”

he put a hand over his chest, mock-offended. “damn. you really know how to flatter a guy, yeah?”

you ignored him, pushing the café door open. as expected, the place was packed with students grabbing their usual coffee fix. you spotted beomgyu in the corner, already watching you with an amused grin. he was way too entertained by all of this.

jay noticed too. “your little fan club is watching,” he murmured. “time to sell it, babe.”

you froze. “enough with the pet names. my stomach can’t handle you saying it.”

“but babe.” his smirk deepened. “gotta make it convincing, right?”

you clenched your jaw so hard it hurt. but before you could curse him out, he did something worse—he threw an arm over your shoulders.

your entire body stiffened. “get. off..”

“nah,” he said casually, steering you toward the counter. “couples don’t stand a foot apart like they hate each other. relax.”

you wanted to strangle him but your peers were m watching, along with a handful of other classmates who had heard about the project.

if you shoved jay off you now, it’d look suspicious.

instead, you plastered on the fakest, most sickeningly sweet smile you could manage and turned to him.

“jay?”

“hm?”

you grabbed his wrist, nails digging into his skin as you pried his arm off your shoulders, he lets out a small yelp from your sharp nails digging into his flesh.

then, you leaned in just enough to keep up appearances—your voice dripping with venom.

“if you touch me again, i will make sure you don’t live to see the end of this semester.”

jay, the absolute menace that he was, just grinned. “damn. threats already? we’ve only been fake-dating for a week, babe.”

you smiled even wider, “it feels like forever!” you sarcastically exclaimed, grabbing his arm and dragging him towards the cafe food.

jay only chuckled, stepping forward to place his order. you could already tell—this project was going to be the death of you.

–

you’re now six weeks into the project and things couldn’t have gotten any worse. he had to dorm with you—and goodness, does he know how to ruin your space.

it was five minutes past seven and you were doing your skincare while he was in the shower. you had on your avocado mask and a fluffy headband holding back your hair.

the shower water shut off, and you paid no mind to a half-naked jay stepping out. it didn’t even cross your mind what it would feel like to drag your finger down his abs. you suppressed those thoughts. they’d only get in the way of the assignment.

“that coconut vanilla shampoo does wonders,” he said, rubbing a towel through his jet black hair.

you shot up immediately. “you used my shampoo?!” your blood was practically boiling.

“yeah? i didn’t take a lot,” he said, motioning to his hair. “i don’t have that much, babe.”

you groaned, falling back against your pillow.

jay walked over to the microwave, where his ramen—well, your ramen now—was supposed to be waiting. he opened the door to find it empty, only the faint scent of broth lingering.

“did you eat my ramen?” he asked, eyes locking on you instantly. a small smirk curled on your lips.

“that was my last ramen!” he dragged out, sighing like the world was ending.

“then you should’ve labeled it, genius.”

“why can’t this assignment just be easy? why do you make it harder than it should be?”

“because i don’t like you, jay. simple as that.”

he went quiet for a beat.

“why don’t you like me? i haven’t done anything wrong to you except be an academic rival. during this whole assignment, i’ve treated you with nothing but care. and i’ve even let you treat me horribly.”

you stared at him. his face full of emotion—serious in a way you weren’t used to. you couldn’t handle it.

your phone vibrated, reminding you to take off your mask. you took that as your escape, walking briskly to the bathroom and shutting the door behind you, leaving jay standing there, confused and alone.

—

a few hours later, jay was strumming his guitar softly. the tune was… calming.

it made your shoulders relax without permission, and you hated that. you turned to face the wall, pretending to scroll through your phone.

he started humming to the melody, and as good as it sounded, it somehow irritated you more.

“can you not play the guitar like you’re in a movie? some of us are trying to ignore our feelings.”

he chuckled under his breath. “you’re the one who ran away, not me.”

“i didn’t run. i just needed a second,” you said, still turned away, your eyes tracing the cracks in the wall like they could give you the words.

“okay. so… what’s really going on?” he set the guitar down and sat up, giving you his full attention.

the room fell silent. the heavy kind. the kind that filled your ears until your heartbeat was the only thing you could hear.

“i always thought you were better than me,” you said finally, your voice low. “you make it look easy. you never have to try. you walk into a room and people pay attention. professors love you. you get everything right—without even breaking a sweat.”

jay looked confused. “is that what you think?”

you turned over to face him. your chest tightened.

“i’ve been killing myself trying to measure up in every class. and then you show up—perfect, smug, smart—and suddenly none of it matters. i feel like i can’t succeed when you’re around.”

his eyes dimmed. like you’d knocked the light right out of him.

“i never meant to make you feel like that,” he said quietly, his thumbs fidgeting in his lap.

you didn’t know how to respond. it wasn’t like jay to be so serious, so in tune. and now that he wasn’t hiding behind his usual grin, you didn’t know where to look.

neither of you spoke after that.

but the silence didn’t feel tight anymore.

it felt softer. like something heavy had finally been placed on the table—and for once,

neither of you were rushing to pick it back up.

you stayed like that, facing each other in the low light.

and maybe that was enough.for now.

—

it’s been nine weeks into the assignment, and after that big confession in the form, you and jay suddenly got closer. the kind of close where people couldn’t tell if the relationship was real or not. the kind of close where even you couldn’t tell if it was real or fake.

“professor park wants to see us—evaluate us super quickly,” you told jay, your head resting on his shoulder as the two of you sat outside, watching the campus.

“when?” he asked, his hand wrapped around your waist, holding you close.

“in the next five minutes. we better get going since we’re a little far from his office.”

you and jay walked into professor park’s office a little out of breath. you were adjusting your sweater as you both took a seat in front of his desk.

professor park looked up, smiling slightly.

“you two have gotten… comfortable.”

you and jay glanced at each other. honestly, he wasn’t wrong. but neither of you said anything—because what was there to say? it had gotten comfortable.

then he leaned back in his chair and added, “there’ve been a few murmurs about your relationship. some of your peers think you’re playing it up too much… that it looks unrealistic.”

your chest tightened. that familiar self-doubt crept back in, sharp and sudden.

“is it unrealistic to care about someone?”

the room stilled.

jay didn’t look at you. his gaze was fixed on professor park, voice calm but firm. “i don’t care what they think. they’re outsiders. we’ve done everything you asked us to—but this? this isn’t just for a grade anymore.”

you glanced at jay from the side, your heart uncertain of what to do in this moment.

professor park studied the two of you—your words, your body language, your silence—before picking up his clipboard and jotting something down.

“you’re dismissed,” he said, still writing.

after you left the office, you were too stunned to speak. jay didn’t say anything either, not until you both stopped just outside the door.

he finally turned to you. “i meant that, by the way.”

“which part?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

“all of it. every last word.”

you let that settle between you. it wasn’t a full confession, but it felt like one. and the scariest part? you didn’t want to run from it.

instead, you said, “you didn’t have to defend me in there.”

“i wasn’t defending you,” jay said, and for a moment your heart dropped—until he added, “i was defending us.”

you stared at him. he stared back. and for the first time since the assignment started, the space between the lines began to fill with something true.

—

the walk back to the dorms was silent, but comfortable. it felt spacious, like there was more to say, but the moment wasn’t asking for it yet.

you and jay didn’t speak—just walked side by side. your fingers brushed once, then again. the third time, he took your hand in his without a word.

it felt easy. it shouldn’t. but it did.

the campus was softer now, less crowded, and the sky was a dusty blue—the kind of blue that suggests something’s about to happen, especially with the breeze picking up.

jay didn’t let go of your hand.

and neither did you.

when you reached the dorm, you both stopped—like stepping inside would shatter whatever this moment was.

“you sure about earlier?” you asked, not looking at him.

“completely.”

you nodded once. barely.

you could feel the weight of his gaze on you. you didn’t look up—until you did.

and when your eyes finally met, the tension returned. it was quiet. full. almost too much. your body moved before your thoughts could catch up. you leaned in, slow—giving him time to move away if he wanted to.

he didn’t.

your lips brushed against his once—hesitant, questioning. and then again, more certain.

it wasn’t a grand kiss. not rushed or greedy. just soft. slow. like a quiet truth exchanged between mouths instead of words.

his hands moved without thinking—one gently at your waist, pulling you in just enough. your hand curled in the fabric of his hoodie, the other resting on his chest where his heartbeat stuttered under your palm.

jay didn’t push. he didn’t exaggerate the moment. he just kissed you like he meant it. like he’d been waiting for this moment to mean something.

when you finally pulled back, it was barely an inch. eyes still locked. the wind moved around you both—a gentle reminder: this just happened.

his forehead rested against yours. noses brushed.

“was that okay?” he asked, voice low.

you nodded. “yes.”

and it was more than okay. it was real. terrifyingly real.

you stayed like that for a moment—hands tangled, hearts too loud. then, quietly, jay opened the door.

but this time, when you stepped inside, it didn’t feel like something was ending.

it felt like something had just begun.

—

it’s been thirteen weeks in the assignment and tomorrow is the exam and you’re currently doing math work from your other professor. your brain is fried from the numbers and letters clashing together on paper and it’s bothering you.

you want to call jay over to help you but every time you think about asking for help you feel less highly capable of doing things by yourself and it takes you back to where you’re confessing your feelings to him.

jay sensed your frustration and creeped over to your side of the room.

“need help?” he offers, his hand resting on your bed frame.

you needed the help but you knew you were highly capable of doing the work. “no jay, i’m fine. thanks,”

jay’s face softened. “don’t shut me out like that, let me help you.”

your pencil stilled. you could hear the sincerity in his voice, quiet and steady.

you stared down at the numbers again, blurry and jumbled on the page like as if they were laughing at you.

“i just—“ your voice cracked. you swallowed hard. “i hate the feeling like i can’t do it when i know i’m capable. i know it’s stupid… but when i ask for help it feels like i’m failing.”

jay didn’t say anything to you. instead he crouched, eye level now.

“asking for help isn’t failure,” he said softly. “you’re one of the most capable people i know. seriously. you don’t have to prove that to anyone, not even me.”

you looked at him surprised by the earnestness in his voice.

“but i always feel like i do,” you admitted. “like if i’m not the best than what am i? and when i see you—it’s like everything just comes easy to you. i feel like i’m constantly catching up.”

jays eyes didn’t move from yours. “you’re not behind me. you’ve never been behind me.”

you blinked, a lump in your throat formed and your eyes daring to spill tears. you hated crying over your own flaws.

“then why does it feel like i’ve been running this whole time?”

jay reached out, taking your pencil from in between your fingers and placing it aside. then he took your hands in his.

“maybe you’ve been running,” he said, “but not because of me. maybe you’ve been running because nobody told you that it’s okay to rest. breathe. and ask for help,”

your hands stiffened in his.

“you don’t have to prove yourself to me,” he continued, voice lower than a whisper now. “you already got my respect. and more.”

you eyes widened.

“more?” you echoed.

he gave a faint, bashful smile. “yeah, more. i think somewhere between all the pretending , it stopped being pretend to me.”

your heart skipped a beat. you knew. you’d known. but hearing it? it shifted somewhere deep in your heart.

“me too.” you said quietly, “i stopped pretending weeks ago.”

the silence that followed was light and comforting.

“so,” he murmured brushing his thumb over your knuckles. “can i help you with the math now?”

you let out a light laugh. “only if you promise not to correct me too smugly,”

he grinned. “deal!”

—

the next day arrived faster than you wanted it to. despite the emotional gravity of the night before, there no time left to process it. not when professor park scheduled your evaluation in-front of the entire class.

you stood outside the lecture hall with jay by your side, heart thudding loudly in your chest. the door was already open. students were chiming in, curious and excited. this was the finale part of the experiment: a verbal demonstration of what the couple had learned.

no scripts. no notes. just honesty.

jay nudged you with his shoulder. “ready?”

you have a small shake to your head. “no. you?”

“not even a little,”

but his smile was reassuring.

when your names were called, the two of you stopped in-front of the door together. your classmates started whispering and you weren’t sure if they were waiting for drama or a love confession or perhaps both.

professor park folded his hands. “you’ve completed thirteen weeks of this

project. today, we ask one simple thing. what have you leaned about each other.”

the room was silent.

jay looked at you, then turned to the class.

“i’ll go first,” he said.

your heart clenched.

“when i started this, i though i’d just annoy her for a few weeks, play the part, and get it over with. but something changed,” his voice was calm but full. “i started paying attention. to how she always pushes herself harder than anyone else. to how she doesn’t ask for help, not because she’s proud, but because she’s afraid of being less than perfect. to how she shows up, again and again, even when she’s tired, even when she’s overwhelmed.”

he paused.

“she’s the smartest person i’ve ever met. not just academically but emotionally. she feels everything deeply and on another level, even when she’s tries to hide it. and along the way i stop pretending to care about her.”

jay looked at you—then really looked at you.

“because i do. i care about her. a lot.”

you swallowed the lump in your throat saving that for another time before you faced the class.

“i hated him.” you said bluntly, earning a few laughs. “he walked into every class with this stupid snarky smirk on his face and an even more perfect gpa, and i thought he was everything i didn’t want.”

you glanced at him, eyes softening.

“but then he started helping me. not just with school, but myself. he made me realize that it’s okay to ask for extra assistance and that it doesn’t make me weaker. he never made me feel small, even when i was spiraling. he just stayed. patient. steady.”

your voice lowered

“somewhere between the fake dates and late night studying, i started looking forward to everything—just because he’d be there.”

jay’s gaze flickers to yours, full of

something warm and bright.

professor park took a few scribbles on that same clipboard , but the room

stayed silent. almost breathless.

“thank you,” he said at last. “you’ve both exceeded expectations.”

the class broke into applause. a few people even whistled. but all you heard was the sound of jay’s breathing next to you. steady. grounding.

—

later that night you find yourselves back where it all started—the quad, now quiet under the golden wash of the campus.

jay had his hands in his pockets, walking slowly beside you.

“so,” he said eventually, “assignments over.”

you nodded. “guess we can stop fake dating now,”

“yeah we could,”

you turned to look at him. “unless…”

he stopped walking and you did too.

jay pulled his hands from out his pocket, stepping infront of you. “unless we don’t stop.”

your heart skipped a beat.

“i meant what i said in-front of everyone,” he continued, voice low. “i meant every word last night too. and i don’t want this to be pretend anymore.”

you felt your breath catch in your throat.

“so,” he said pulling something from

behind his back—a single sheet of paper.

your heart sank. “what is that?”

he grinned. “your last fake dating report.”

you opened it and read:

final evaluation : y/n is officially the person i want to stop pretending with. if she’ll let me, i want to keep dating her—no project, no professor. just me and her. will you be my girlfriend?”

you looked up, blinking fast. “you wrote this?”

“yeah…just didn’t want professor park took a grade it.”

your laugh broke through the lump in your throat.

“so,” he asked stepping closer. “will you?”

you didn’t hesitate. “yes. yes i will be your girlfriend jay.”

jay smiled so big it felt like this whole semester had been worth it for this moment alone. he leaned in, and you met him halfway—this time, with no tension lingering, no blurry lines.

just a kiss that felt like the beginning.

and it was.

—

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The dormitory air is thick with the scent of freshly brewed coffee and the faint traces of ink smeared on notebook pages. The dim glow of your desk lamp casts soft shadows on the walls as you sit cross-legged on the floor, typing furiously on your laptop. A half-eaten chocolate bar rests beside you, your last attempt at staying awake as you battle against the deadline looming over your head. The room is filled with the soft tapping of keys and the occasional shuffle of papers, an atmosphere of quiet concentration settled between you and Jake. Well, at least on your part.

Across from you, Jake sits with his back resting against your couch, his long fingers tapping against the table in a slow, rhythmic motion. His eyes flicker from his notes to you, then back to his screen, though his attention seems to be anywhere but on the work in front of him. You don’t notice it at first, too absorbed in your report, but the longer you sit together, the more his odd behavior becomes impossible to ignore. The way he keeps shifting in place, the subtle clenching of his jaw, the way his lips press together as if he’s holding something back—it’s all so unlike him.

You pause your typing, gaze narrowing as you finally address him. "Jake?" Your voice carries an edge of concern as you peer at him over your laptop. "Are you okay?"

His head snaps up, like a kid caught sneaking candy before dinner. "Huh? Oh. Yeah. Totally. Just… tired."

His tone is casual, but you catch the stiffness in his shoulders, the way his fingers curl slightly into his palms.

You squint at him, clearly unconvinced. "You sure? You look kinda… weird."

Jake lets out a breathy chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck. "Wow. Thanks. I was going for devastatingly handsome, but weird works too."

You roll your eyes, but a smile tugs at your lips despite yourself. "You know what I mean. You've been fidgeting all night. If you're too tired, you can go back to your dorm. I won't hold it against you."

Jake stiffens at your suggestion, his reaction immediate. "No!" He clears his throat, forcing a more composed expression. "I mean, no. I'm good. I told you I'd help with your lab report, right? I’m not gonna leave you hanging."

His words are firm, but his body betrays him. The tension in his posture, the way his jaw clenches—like he’s trying desperately to resist something. Your gaze sharpens, tracking his every movement. The faint sheen of sweat on his forehead, the way his throat bobs when he swallows, and the way he’s avoiding looking at you for more than a few seconds at a time—it all clicks in an instant.

To lighten the mood, you toss a crumpled piece of paper at him. "You better be useful then. Otherwise, I’m replacing you with AI."

Jake scoffs, catching the paper effortlessly. "Wow, betrayed by technology. Is this how it all ends?" He tosses the paper back at you, a small smile tugging at his lips. "Guess I'll have to prove I'm irreplaceable."

And then it clicks.

Your gaze drifts again to the slight sheen of sweat on his forehead, to the way his throat bobs when he swallows, and to the way he pointedly avoids looking at you for more than a few seconds at a time.

Your heart pounds. Something isn't right.

You set your laptop aside, your concern deepening. "Jake," you say slowly, carefully. "Are you… sick?"

His whole body goes rigid. His Adam's apple bobs again as he swallows thickly, his breathing uneven. Then, in the softest, most guilty voice, he mumbles, "Maybe a little."

Your stomach twists. "Jake!"

"I can handle it!" he insists, hands raised defensively. "I swear! I just… I didn't expect to be this close to you for so long, and it’s kinda… I mean, you smell… really good."

Your face heats. "Excuse me?"

Jake groans, dragging a hand down his face. "That came out wrong. I mean—no, okay, that’s exactly what I mean, but—look, I'm fine. I just need a second."

Before you can press further, he bolts from the floor, disappearing into the bathroom and slamming the door shut behind him. You blink at the suddenness of his retreat, the air around you suddenly feeling much heavier. The room feels strangely empty without him. Five minutes pass. Then ten. Too long.

Worried, you rise to your feet and walk toward the door, knocking softly. "Jake?"

Silence.

You frown. "Jake, are you okay? You’re taking forever in there. Did you pass out or something?"

A muffled groan comes from inside. "No. Go away."

Your frown deepens. "No way. You're acting super weird tonight. Let me in."

"No."

You huff. "Fine, then I'm coming in."

Jake curses under his breath, but you twist the knob and push the door open before he can protest further. What you see nearly makes you gasp.

Jake is leaning over the sink, both hands gripping the edges like he’s physically holding himself back. His dark hair is messy, strands falling over his forehead. His head is bowed, but when he lifts it, his eyes—normally warm and golden—are now a deep, molten red.

You inhale sharply. "Jake—"

His shoulders rise and fall with deep, uneven breaths. "I need to tell you something," he murmurs. "But I don’t know how to say it."

Your chest tightens. "Jake, your eyes… What’s going on?"

He hesitates, his jaw tensing before he finally looks at you, an unreadable emotion swimming in his gaze. "I’ve been trying to control myself all night. I didn’t want you to find out like this.”

A shiver crawls up your spine. "Find out what?”

Jake swallows thickly, then exhales, almost defeated. "I'm… not like you."

You take a hesitant step closer. "Jake… What do you mean?"

His gaze flickers to your pulse point, and for a moment, his pupils dilate. "I can hear it, you know. Your heartbeat. I can feel the warmth of your skin from here. It’s intoxicating."

Your breath catches. "Jake—”

He sighs, almost pained. "I didn’t want to tell you. I wanted to keep pretending. But the truth is… I’m a vampire.”

The words sink in, slow but sure. You stare at him, waiting for him to take it back, to laugh it off as some sick joke. But he doesn’t. He just watches you, waiting.

Your heart pounds. "You… you're serious?"

Jake nods, exhaling shakily. "Yeah. And I’ve been trying to hold back all night because… you smell too good. I didn’t want to scare you, but it's getting harder to ignore."

The weight of his words presses against you, but oddly, fear isn't the first thing you feel. Instead, it’s something else—something unexplainable, but oddly trusting.

“Then don't hold back," you say, voice softer than you expect.

Jake's head snaps up, eyes widening. "What?"

You swallow, nerves creeping up your spine. "If drinking my blood will help, then do it."

His expression darkens. "Don't say that so easily. You have no idea what you're offering."

You meet his gaze, unwavering. "I trust you, Jake."

His breath catches. For a long moment, he doesn't move. Then, with careful, deliberate steps, he closes the distance between you. His fingers brush against your wrist, hesitant.

"Tell me to stop," he murmurs, voice laced with something unreadable.

You don’t.

Instead, you tilt your head slightly, giving him silent permission. Jake exhales sharply, his lips ghosting over the skin of your neck. A shiver runs down your spine at the sensation.

Then, with the gentlest pressure, his fangs sink in.

The pain is brief, replaced almost instantly by a warmth that spreads through your body. Jake’s grip on your shoulders tightens as he drinks, slow and measured, as if savoring the taste.

But he doesn’t stop there. His lips move, hot and insistent, trailing from your pulse point down to your collarbone. His breath is ragged as he whispers against your skin, "You’re driving me crazy."

His hands roam, gripping your waist, pulling you closer as his mouth continues its worship. Your face burns, your breath catches, the room spinning with the overwhelming intensity of him.

Eventually, the hunger in his eyes softens. The two of you collapse onto the couch, the tension from earlier replaced by a warmth that settles in the air. With Jake’s arms wrapped tightly around you, you both finally return to your abandoned lab report, working together until exhaustion takes over.

The night ends with quiet murmurs and tangled limbs, Jake holding you close as he finally lets himself relax. His voice is a whisper against your temple, drowsy and full of affection. "Stay like this… forever?"

You hum in response, sinking into the warmth of his embrace, knowing that everything has changed—but for some reason, it doesn’t scare you at all.

[heelvng]

sypnosis ★ you, a talented tattoo artist, have made a name for yourself in the underground art scene. but when you’re commissioned to create a custom piece for heeseung, the enigmatic leader of the black dragons gang, your worlds collide in unexpected ways. as you discover the darkness beneath heeseungs demeanor, you’re torn between your attraction to him and your fear of the secrets he keeps. you must decide wether the passion you share is worth the risk of getting burned. ⋆⭒˚.⋆

content/theme(s) this story contains ★ forbidden love, loyalty and betrayal, college!au, dark, edgy, suspenseful, black!reader, kissing, cold!heeseung, tension, mentions of death, and more ꩜ .ᐟ

featuring ★ all members from txt, all members from itzy, all members from aespa, all members from ateez, all members from enhypen, and all the members from straykids. (everyone may not get a line but they will be mentioned, you will see..)⊹₊ ⋆

other important info ★ BIKER GANG NAMES (i will not be saying “kai from txt” lol. i will be calling them and introducing them by their biker names)

TXT = Midnight Renegades

ATEEZ = StromBringers

AESPA= Velocity Vixens

ENHYPEN = Black Dragons

ITZY = Rebel Hearts

SKZ = Phantom Riders

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CHAPTERS — ❀

001 : needles and ink

002: collision course

003: the art of hiding

004: motorcycle day

005: ink stained secrets

006: fractured memories

007: blood ties

008: beneath the surface

009: a canvas of pain

010: rivals and renegades

011: betrayal and bloodshed

012: redemption in the ink

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a/n: i’ve never written like a story/series on tumblr before so this is my first time (may some slack be cut😞🙏🏾) if anyone wants to be tagged when the series starts let me know !! :D (SAUR EXCITED TO WRITE THISSS!!! ACHFHJJG)

(i will be popping in and out of this to edit a few things if needed!! don’t mind me😼)

[heelvng]

Form of You — ENHYPEN.

🎧 ➤ Form of You by Kehlani

SUMMARY. A peek into the unforgettable moment they realize their love for you is more than a feeling—it’s a transformation, a blessing, and the start of something eternal.

HEESEUNG

Heeseung didn’t know why he’d been so fixated on it. The practice was over, the cameras had long been turned off, and the team had already packed up for the night. But there he was, sitting in front of the mirror, staring at the same reflection that had been tormenting him for the last few hours. He could see the tiny imperfections—the slight misstep during the routine, the small moment of hesitation during his solo. He’d replayed them over and over, picking apart every detail, as if the world would end if he didn’t get it perfect.

You had been quiet at first, watching him from across the room, knowing exactly what he was doing. He’d always done this—pushed himself until he was almost unrecognizable, until every mistake felt like it was a reflection of something much bigger. Heeseung could be so hard on himself, and you hated it.

You hadn’t said anything until now, until you walked up behind him, gentle footsteps soft on the hardwood floor. He didn’t hear you approach, didn’t feel your presence until your voice broke the silence.

“You know,” you say softly, the words almost hesitant at first, “I don’t think you give yourself enough credit.”

Heeseung’s gaze flickers briefly to you in the mirror, but his eyes quickly dart away, unable to meet yours. He didn’t need to hear it—he already knew what he had done wrong. But you, ever so patient, stood there, watching him, waiting.

“I mean,” you continue, your voice warmer, “you were amazing out there. Really.”

The way you said it was different than the usual praise. It wasn’t just another compliment, a passing remark meant to make him feel better. It was genuine, and he could hear the sincerity in your voice. You could tell that something had been eating at him, that he wasn’t okay with what he had done. And yet, you still saw it differently.

Heeseung tries to brush it off, shaking his head. “No, I messed up,” he mutteres, voice tight. “I’m not happy with it. I know I can do better.”

But instead of walking away, instead of letting him retreat into his self-doubt, you step closer, your hand gently placing itself on his shoulder. The warmth of your touch spread through him, grounding him, and his breath caught as you leaned in slightly, your voice just above a whisper.

“You always do that,” you say, your tone soft but firm. “You’re always so hard on yourself, and it breaks my heart because I see it. I see how much you care, how much effort you put into everything you do. But… you don’t have to be perfect. You are so much more than that.”

Heeseung stays quiet, unable to respond, a lump forming in his throat. There was something about the way you looked at him, the way you saw him—not as a perfect idol, not as someone who had to measure up to impossible standards, but as him. Just him. The boy who could make mistakes and still be worthy of love.

Your fingers squeeze his shoulder gently, and his heart swells, the weight in his chest lifting just a little. He didn’t realize it then, but something inside him shifted. You were the only person who could see past the masks he wore, who could understand the pressure he put on himself, and yet still manage to love him completely.

“I just want you to know,” you add, a soft smile tugging at the corners of your lips, “that what you see as ‘not enough,’ I see as everything.”

And just like that, it hit him—a wave of warmth, of understanding, of love so deep he couldn’t deny it any longer. You saw him. Really saw him. And it wasn’t just in the moments where he was shining. It was in his mess, in his imperfections, in his flaws.

It was in everything.

Heeseung couldn’t say anything. There were no words that felt like they could match the way his chest had tightened, the way his heart beat louder in his ears. Instead, he turned to face you, his eyes soft with something he hadn’t allowed himself to feel in so long: gratitude. And love.

He wasn’t perfect, not by any means. But you saw him as more than enough. And in that moment, Heeseung realized something he could never deny: he was utterly, irrevocably in love with you.

SUNGHOON

Sunghoon had been short with you all night, snapping at the smallest things. It wasn’t that he didn’t care; it was just that he was stressed, feeling the weight of everything on his shoulders, and he didn’t know how to let it out without pushing people away. He was so used to being the one in control, the one who handled everything with a cool composure, but tonight, something in him was fraying at the edges. He was sharp, irritated, and completely unaware of how his words were cutting through the air.

The worst part? You were letting it slide, smiling through it, being patient. But he could see the way your eyes would drop, the way you quietly withdrew when he brushed you off yet again. It wasn’t like you to let things go—usually, you were the one to call him out on his shit, to hold him accountable when he was being distant or cold. But tonight, you stayed quiet.

And that? That made him feel worse than anything else.

You finally stopped him as he was walking past you to the door, after he’d said something that stung more than it should have. His words were meant to be a defense against whatever was eating him inside, but they were coming out all wrong. You reached for his arm, stopping him mid-step.

“Sunghoon,” you say, your voice firm but steady. “Enough.”

It wasn’t a request. It wasn’t a question. It was an ultimatum. The kind that cut through the facade he’d been holding up all night. He turned to face you, his eyes slightly narrowed, defensive as always.

“What?” he snaps, the edge in his voice a reflex more than a real desire to fight. He hated when you saw him like this—imperfect, struggling, frustrated.

“You think this is about you, don’t you?” you ask, your tone still calm, but there was a clear line of disappointment in it now. “You think just because you’re feeling bad, you can lash out at me and get away with it? That I’ll just keep taking it?”

Sunghoon opens his mouth to argue, but you cut him off, taking a step closer, your gaze unwavering.

“You’re not the only one who’s been under pressure, Sunghoon,” you say softly, but firmly, your words cutting straight through him. “I’ve been patient, I’ve let you push me away when you’re like this. But you can’t keep treating me like I’m a punching bag every time something goes wrong in your life.”

He stands there, silent. You can see the way his jaw clenched, his pride rising, but there was something different in his eyes. Something that made him realize that this wasn’t about being called out, it was about being loved enough to be held accountable.

You step even closer, placing a hand on his chest, right over his heart. “I’m here for you, but I’m not going to let you take me down with your mood. If you’re upset, that’s fine, but you need to talk to me about it. Don’t shut me out, don’t make me feel like I’m the one in the wrong for just being here.”

Sunghoon stands frozen, the words you’d said washing over him. He’d expected to feel defensive, to brush it all off with some excuse. But the way you stand there, firm in your love, unshaken by his tough exterior, made something inside him unravel.

There’s no resentment in your voice. No bitterness. Just the raw honesty of someone who cared enough to not let him stay in a cycle of self-destruction.

For the first time, he didn’t want to run from it. He didn’t want to deflect. He didn’t want to keep pretending everything was fine when it wasn’t. You weren’t scared of his walls. You weren’t afraid to knock them down.

And in that moment, he realized what he had been missing all his life—someone who loved him enough to show him the truth, to call him out, and to do it with the softness and strength that only you could offer.

He steps closer, his hand brushing against yours, his gaze softening in a way it never had before. He swallowed, trying to find his words, but he didn’t need to say anything. The look in his eyes said it all. He didn’t want to fight anymore.

He wanted to be better.

And it was because of you—because you weren’t going to settle for less than the person he could be.

JAY

Jay always thought he had to hold everything together, not just for himself, but for everyone around him. As the oldest, the reliable one, he’d grown used to carrying the weight—the pressure to be the backbone, the one who never cracked, who never needed help. He was the steady force, the person others could depend on. It felt like part of his identity.

And maybe, just maybe, that’s why he was so afraid of feeling anything more. More weight, more responsibility, more expectations… more vulnerability.

He’d never let you see the cracks before. He’d been so careful, so calculated, so guarded with you, as if showing any sign of weakness would push you away. But tonight, as the two of you sat on the couch, he couldn’t help it. The fatigue, the stress from the past few weeks, everything he had been carrying suddenly felt too much.

The conversation had been simple at first, an idle chat about your day, but somewhere along the way, his mind wandered, his focus slipping. He barely heard your voice anymore, the words muffling beneath the weight of everything on his shoulders.

He hated that he couldn’t shake the feeling that he was burning out—he wasn’t the kind of person who liked to admit that, even to himself. But he could feel it, deep in his chest. The exhaustion. The constant tension, always trying to be the best, to be enough.

And then, without warning, you stop talking. He glance over to find you watching him, quiet but intent, the softness in your eyes belying the quiet concern in your expression.

“Jay,” you say, your voice barely above a whisper. “You’ve been going non-stop lately… Are you okay?”

He shakes his head, brushing it off, but it wasn’t convincing. He could feel the sincerity in your words, the care that made it hard to keep pretending. He couldn’t let you see it. He couldn’t let anyone see how close he was to crumbling under the weight of his own expectations.

“I’m fine,” he mutters, his voice distant, barely masking the fatigue.

But you weren’t buying it. You were always able to see right through him. And you didn’t let it go.

Instead of pushing him, you simply slide closer on the couch. Without a word, you gently touch his arm, the warmth of your hand enough to make him freeze for a moment. The pressure in his chest seems to soften just slightly.

“Jay,” you repeat, this time with more assurance, “Let’s go for a walk. It’s okay. You don’t have to hold it all in.”

He wants to say no. To keep up the act. To refuse the comfort, the softness that you were offering him. He had always been the strong one, the one who didn’t ask for anything, especially not from you. But as you stood up and waited, patiently, the resistance in him began to melt.

It wasn’t just a walk. It was your way of saying you saw him. Not just the version of him that everyone else depended on, but the human part that was tired and overwhelmed, the part that needed someone to lean on.

You didn’t demand anything from him. No questions. No expectations. You simply offered him a moment of peace, a break from the weight of everything he carried.

You walk beside him in comfortable silence, your presence more soothing than any words could have been. When you reach the park, you don’t say anything, just sit beside him on the bench, your hand resting on his leg, a silent offer of support. And for the first time in a long time, Jay doesn’t feel the need to pull away.

For once, he didn’t have to be anything but himself—the tired, imperfect, vulnerable version of himself that he’d been hiding from everyone, including you.

You didn’t rush him. You just let him breathe.

And in that stillness, in the way you simply saw him, Jay felt something shift. The walls he’d built around himself, the pressure he had put on his shoulders, started to crumble. It wasn’t dramatic. It wasn’t a grand confession. But in the quiet, in the simplicity of the moment, Jay felt safe.

This—you, here beside him, offering nothing but understanding and acceptance—was everything he never knew he needed. You made him feel like it was okay to be human, to not always be the perfect, unshakable person everyone expected him to be.

For the first time, he allowed himself to just be.

And when your hand slips into his, warm and comforting, it was like a silent acknowledgment that he didn’t have to carry it all. Not anymore. Not with you by his side.

In this moment, Jay realizes what love truly was. It wasn’t about perfection or never needing help. It wasn’t about being strong for everyone.

It was about finding someone who would help carry the weight when it was too much to bear. Someone who would still love you, not for what you could do, but for who you were.

And in the silence that stretched between you two, Jay’s heart understood what his mind hadn’t fully admitted yet.

He was in love with you.

JAKE

Jake sank into the backseat of the car, the door clicking shut behind him. The noise of the event still buzzed in his head, but he wasn’t listening. He hadn’t really been listening to anyone all night. Not to the designers who praised him, not to the models who flirted with him, not even to the photographers who shoved cameras in his face.

His mind had been elsewhere.

He glanced over at you. You were staring out the window, the streetlights casting a soft glow across your face. He could see the way you were deep in thought, as if you were in your own world—one that didn’t need to be filled with the noise of other people. He’d never been able to get over how you were always so… different from everyone else. So calm. So present.

“How was it?” You asked, breaking the silence without looking at him. Your voice was gentle, curious—but never intrusive.

Jake sighed, settling back in his seat. “It was fine.” His voice lacked the usual enthusiasm, the usual charm. Instead, there was a distance in it—a quiet tension that you couldn’t ignore.

You turned toward him then, catching his eyes with an intensity that made his stomach flip. “You don’t look fine,” you said softly, your words wrapping around him like a warm blanket. “You look… like you’re somewhere else.”

Jake didn’t know why, but suddenly it felt hard to breathe. He had been on autopilot all night, pretending like he was fine, pretending like it didn’t matter. But it did. It mattered. It all mattered because none of it felt the same without you there.

He exhaled slowly, leaning his head back against the seat. “I just kept thinking about how I couldn’t wait to get back here. Back to you.”

You raised an eyebrow, your lips curling into a smile that made his chest tighten. “Really?” you teased. “You’ve been thinking about me the whole time? Even with all those gorgeous women around?”

He looked at you, the weight of the night’s events finally hitting him. The models, the flashes, the adoration—none of it meant anything to him. You were the only thing that mattered. The only one who could make him feel seen.

“Yeah.” His voice was quieter now, more serious. “Because none of them… none of them are you.”

You looked at him, your expression softening. “Jake…”

He swallowed, his chest tight. “I’ve been so caught up in all the noise, I forgot what really matters,” he admitted. “What really matters is you.” His eyes searched yours, raw and unguarded. “You make me feel like I can just be… myself. No pretending, no acting like I’ve got everything together.”

He reached across the seat, his fingers brushing yours with a quiet urgency. “I’m sorry I don’t always show it. But you—” He shook his head, as if trying to find the right words, “You make me feel like I’m enough. And I don’t know how I ever got so lucky.”

You squeezed his hand, your heart aching with the tenderness in his words. You had always seen him for who he truly was, not for the model or the persona everyone else adored. And somehow, just that—just being seen—was enough.

“You don’t need to be perfect, Jake,” you said softly. “You’re enough just as you are.”

Jake let out a breath, his chest loosening for the first time that night. He could feel his heart swelling, this quiet realization settling over him like a warm wave.

He leaned in then, his lips brushing against your temple in a slow, deliberate kiss. “I’m so in love with you,” he whispered, as if it was something he’d always known, but now, in this moment, he could finally say it.

And with that, something shifted inside him. The whole night had been a blur, but now it was crystal clear. He’d been living his life like he was waiting for something, something to make him feel whole. He hadn’t realized that you—the one person who saw him completely, flaws and all—were what he’d been waiting for all along.

SUNOO

It was supposed to be a peaceful evening. You and Sunoo had snuck away from the hustle of the group’s schedule for a late-night walk by the beach, just the two of you. The air was crisp, the stars above reflecting in the gentle waves. It felt like the world had slowed down just for a moment, and for the first time in a while, Sunoo was quiet.

But something was off. You could feel the tension in the way his steps slowed, in the way his eyes occasionally flicked toward you and then away, as though trying to hide something from view.

“Sunoo, what’s wrong?” you asked gently, your voice soft, not pushing him, but making sure he knew you were there.

He didn’t answer immediately, just kept walking. You matched his pace, walking a little slower, giving him space but not letting him retreat too far into his shell.

Finally, he sighed, shoulders sagging, eyes staring at the sand beneath his feet. “I don’t know… I just feel like I’m not enough sometimes,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper, as if the words themselves were too heavy to speak.

You stopped, bringing him to a halt as well. Your heart ached for him, for the vulnerability that he rarely showed, for the insecurities that ran deeper than he ever let anyone see. You reached out, placing a hand on his arm, turning him to face you.

“Not enough?” you repeated, voice laced with disbelief. “What do you mean by that?”

He ran a hand through his hair, eyes flicking nervously. “I feel like I try so hard, but it’s never… it’s never enough. I feel like I’m always giving pieces of myself, but nothing ever fits together right. I’m always worried that one day, you’ll realize… that I’m just too much. Or not enough. I don’t know which one.”

Your heart hurt as you listened, realizing just how much weight he carried on his shoulders, how deeply he felt everything—even things you never realized he struggled with. He naturally wants to protect those he loved, but he also feels like he constantly had to prove his worth to be worthy of that love.

You stepped closer, cupping his face gently, forcing him to look at you. “Sunoo,” you said, voice steady but filled with warmth, “you’re not too much. And you’re certainly not too little. You’re more than enough. You’ve always been more than enough.”

His eyes were full of doubt, searching your face for the truth in your words, as though he couldn’t quite bring himself to believe it. You could see the hesitation, the wall he put up to protect himself from disappointment.

“You’re allowed to be everything you are,” you continued, your voice strong yet tender. “You don’t have to hide behind your doubts or second-guess how much you mean to me. You don’t have to keep giving pieces of yourself away until there’s nothing left. You’re enough. And I see you. All of you. The sensitive, the caring, the playful, the serious, the beautiful mess that you are.”

Sunoo’s breath caught in his throat, his chest tightening. He had never heard someone speak to him like that—so sure, so unwavering in their love. His chest felt full, his heart racing as he tried to process it all. You weren’t just telling him words. You were showing him—through your actions, through the way you looked at him, through the way you held him in that moment—that he didn’t have to be anything more than himself. That he was already perfect in your eyes.

And that? That was the moment he realized, as you wrapped your arms around him, pulling him into a hug so warm and genuine, that this was what love was supposed to feel like.

He wasn’t broken, he wasn’t too much. You loved him, truly, as he was, flaws and all. And that made everything—every worry, every fear, every insecurity—seem so small in comparison to the love you were offering him.

“Thank you,” he whispered into your hair, his voice thick with emotion. He finally let himself melt into you, feeling the weight of all his uncertainties lift, if only for a moment. “I didn’t know I needed this. I didn’t know I needed you to remind me of this.”

You simply held him tighter, your heart full as you realized that in helping him see his worth, you had just given him the one thing he had been craving without knowing it: peace.

JUNGWON

Jungwon stared at the night sky through the large windows of the studio. The moon hung low, almost full, casting a cool light over the room. He felt distant, lost in the silence that stretched around him, even though you were there beside him.

It had been a long day—rehearsals, meetings, and constant chatter about the future. He’d always carried a certain weight on his shoulders, a sense of needing to stay ahead, to think ten steps ahead, to always know. Love, in all its forms, was something he had tried to push aside, telling himself that he couldn’t afford distractions. He was too focused on his purpose, too concerned with what came next to even entertain the thought of anything real.

But there you were, sitting on the couch next to him, your presence warm and steady in contrast to the storm brewing in his mind.

He shifted his gaze toward you, noticing the way your hands rested in your lap, your eyes soft as you watched him. There was no expectation, no pressure from you. Just… acceptance.

Jungwon let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding.

“Why are you always so calm?” he finally asked, his voice low, though the question was not directed at you so much as it was an observation of how he felt. You were the stillness to his storm, and that contrast was something he never understood before.

You turned your head slightly, meeting his eyes. “Why wouldn’t I be? I’m with you.”

He felt a flutter in his chest at your words, but there was an uncertainty there too. He wasn’t used to this kind of reassurance. He wasn’t used to someone seeing him the way you did, without needing anything from him but himself.

The truth was, he’d never let himself believe that love could find him. He had always been the observer, the thinker, the one who kept his emotions at arm’s length. People had always seemed like an abstraction to him—distant, not for him. But you? You were real. You saw him in ways he never let anyone else.

The hesitation in his heart welled up, and he found himself speaking the words that had been gnawing at him, the words he never allowed himself to voice.

“Do you ever think maybe… love just isn’t meant for me?” Jungwon’s voice was barely above a whisper, but there was a vulnerability in it, one he couldn’t hide anymore.

You paused, your expression softening as you leaned forward, closing the distance between you. “What makes you say that?”

He exhaled slowly, his gaze falling to his hands as he thought about how to explain it. “I don’t know. I’ve always been… different. I’ve spent so much time thinking, analyzing… I’ve kept people at a distance because I thought I had to. I thought love was just a thing people talked about but never really had.” His voice faltered, his words quieter now. “And then you came along, and I—”

He stopped himself, not knowing how to finish the thought, but the look in your eyes was enough. You didn’t need him to finish. You understood.

“Love doesn’t just show up when it’s convenient,” you said, your voice soft but firm, laced with warmth. “It finds you when you least expect it. When you’re ready to accept it for what it is.”

Jungwon’s breath caught in his throat as he looked at you, that familiar feeling of being seen swelling inside him. It was something he hadn’t even realized he craved.

“You’re telling me that I was just waiting for it to find me?” he asked, the disbelief coloring his words.

You smiled, your gaze gentle, but with a knowing intensity that cut through his doubt. “I think love finds us when we stop fighting it. When we stop trying to control it, when we let ourselves be who we really are.”

His chest tightened at the sincerity in your voice. He didn’t realize it, but his walls had already started to crumble the moment you entered his life. And now, in this stillness, it became clear—he hadn’t been searching for love because he hadn’t known how to let it in.

He reached for your hand without thinking, his thumb brushing gently over your fingers. His heart pounded, the weight of the moment sinking in. You were here with him, and for the first time, he wasn’t afraid to feel.

“Who sent you here for me?” he whispered, the words slipping out before he could stop them, an echo of his disbelief.

You didn’t say anything at first, simply squeezing his hand in yours. But in that simple gesture, he felt the truth. You didn’t need to speak for him to understand—he hadn’t been waiting for love to find him. He had been waiting for you.

NIKI

Niki had always carried a quiet weight. A constant longing for home—his family, the food, the familiar streets of Japan. There were moments when the loneliness hit him harder than others, especially when the world outside seemed so loud and busy, but his thoughts kept drifting back to the peace of his hometown.

He never said anything about it. He wasn’t the type to show his vulnerability. He was strong, resilient, and dedicated. But there were days when his eyes would grow distant, his smile a little smaller. And you noticed.

You’d heard him mention the small things he missed—the taste of his mother’s cooking, the scent of the ocean, the sound of the streets in the morning. Little things that seemed trivial to others, but to Niki, they were home.

So, when you invited him to your apartment one evening, you’d made sure to do something extra special. You didn’t say anything, but you had prepared a Japanese dish, something he hadn’t had in months. You’d gotten the ingredients from a local market, knowing exactly what to make.

When he walked in, he was met with the smell of something familiar—something that brought him back home, if only for a moment. His eyes widened in surprise, and his lips parted slightly as he took in the scent of miso soup, sushi, and rice.

You smiled softly at him from the kitchen. “I thought you might like it,” you said, your voice gentle, knowing how much it meant.

He stepped forward, his gaze still lingering on the food, his chest tightening. He didn’t know how to put it into words, but the warmth that rushed over him wasn’t just from the food—it was from the thought behind it. The care you’d put into making him feel at home when he hadn’t even asked for it.

“I… I didn’t expect this,” he said quietly, almost as if the words weren’t enough to express what he was feeling. His hands gripped the edge of the counter, his heart racing with something unfamiliar.

You shrugged lightly, not wanting to make it a big deal. “You’ve mentioned it before, and I thought it would be nice. I’m happy to make it for you.”

But he wasn’t looking at the food anymore. He was looking at you. There was a softness in his gaze that he hadn’t shown before—a tenderness that was so raw and real, it made his heart ache.

Niki stepped closer, still speechless, before pulling you into a gentle embrace. He was young, unaccustomed to the feeling of love, but this moment—the kindness, the care, the thoughtfulness—you had given him, was more than he ever imagined.

“I never thought… I never thought I could feel this way,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “I don’t think anyone has ever done something like this for me.”

You pulled back just slightly to look into his eyes. There was a depth there now, something he hadn’t let others see before. “Well, I guess you deserve it,” you said softly, your thumb brushing the side of his face.

“I didn’t think I needed it,” Niki continued, his voice cracking ever so slightly. “But now… now I don’t know how I ever lived without it. Without you.”

And in that moment, Niki realized—this was love. This was what it meant to be cared for in a way that was so real, so effortless, that it left him speechless. It wasn’t just the gesture. It was you. You, who saw him when no one else did. You, who made him feel like he wasn’t so far from home.

You were his home now. And he’d never been more certain of anything in his life.

[heelvng]

starting to write this forbidden romance series 😻❗️ AGAHAHSHS. (i’m procrastinating)

[heelvng]

Fading Harmony - P. Sunghoon

syp : you and sunghoon have been secretly dating for years now but as the groups popularity soars, the pressure of fame sunghoon’s demanding schedule takes a toll on the relationship.

warnings : none really, short story, not proof-read

genre : angst, breakup

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the city lights in seoul twinkled like stars as you stood on the rooftop, the cool air swishing past your face making you inhale the city’s scent. you’ve been dreading and i mean dreading this conversation with your boyfriend, sunghoon.

the man who swore it would never come down to this. the man who kissed you and told you he would never leave you. the man who would be on your tail about why you took so long to respond to his messages at times. the man you would spend your life with. sunghoon.

as you were lost in your thoughts about your boyfriend the door to the rooftop creaked open, and sunghoon walked out, his eyes scanning the area until they locked into yours. your heart skipped a beat as he was walking towards you, his expression somber.

“hey,” he said softly, stopping infront of you as he plants a kiss on your forehead.

“hey,” you replied, trying to sound casual despite the sound of your heartbeat pounding in your throat.

sunghoon took a deep breath before speaking, the city lights mapping out his handsome face. “i’ve been thinking…and i realized that with the fame of enhypen and the busy schedules i need to prioritize that right now and i’m sorry.”

“is that all i really am to you?” you ask, voice barely above a whisper. “just something to prioritize or be pushed aside when things get busy?”

sunghoons eyes dropped, and he took a step back, as if he was retreating from the conversation. “that’s not fair” he said quietly. “you know how much you mean to me”

“then why are you doing this?” you demanded, feeling a surge of desperation. “why are you giving up on us”

sunghoon sighed, rubbing his temple trying to ward off a headache. “i’m not giving up on us, i just…i just need some space, okay? i need to focus on my music career, and i don’t know if i can do that with you by my side.”

the words cut deep into you like a knife, but you refused to give up. you took a step forward, reaching out to him. “sunghoon, please,” you say, voice cracking. “don’t do this. we can work through this together”

sunghoons eyes met yours and for a moment you saw a glimpse of hope. but then his expression hardened, and he shook his head. “i’m sorry.” he said, his voice forcefully firm. “i really am”

the words felt like a blow to your stomach, leaving you winded and gasping for air. you stumbled backwards feeling like you were drowning in a sea of despair.

as you turn to leave, sunghoon called out. “wait,” he said, his voice soft. “please don’t go like this”

you turn back to him, feeling a surge of anger and hurt. “what do you want from me, sunghoon? you’re breaking up my heart and you’re asking me to stay?”

sunghoon eyes dropped. “i just…don’t want to lose you.”

the words felt like a slap to your face. “you’re breaking up with me and you’re worried about losing me?” you repeated, feeling a surge of incredulity. “you’re the one who’s pushing me away, sunghoon.”

as you turn to walk away from sunghoon, feeling horrible, you felt a sharp pain go through your chest. grabbing it you continued to walk towards the door on the rooftop, tears fall down your cheek uncontrollably. you could hear a faint sniffle from sunghoon that just makes you want to run back and tell him you love him even when the choices got tough.

but as you walked, you felt a spark determination ignite within you. you will survive this break up, you will move in from this break up. and you would never forget the love you guys shared amongst each other, the love that had broken your heart into a million pieces.

more tears welled up in your eyes and as you procressed everything maybe, just maybe, you both could find a way back to each other in the future, someday.

but for now, you had to let him go.

[heelvng]

Jungwon Jungwonnnn Jungwonniee

[heelvng]

Study Buddy ~ S. Jaeyun

syp ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ jake is your academic rival, in the most friendliest way possible. you both have a psychological project that needs to be due and you two are study buddy’s!

character ꩜ jake from enhypen

context ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ flirtatious behavior, sfw, fluff

a/n ꩜ first post of 2025!! wooo! i’ve been thinking about jake a lot lately so why not write about him? i hope you guys like hehe ! (it’s pretty short & not proof read!)

———

you and jake were in the library on the second floor, the one usually used for studying. the table was a mess as papers were scattered everywhere and snack wrappers were on top of the papers. there was a laptop infront of you two as you guys were listening to the youtube video explaining why social media causes negativity in relationships.

“that was a lot.” you sigh, closing the laptop indicating that it didn’t need to be used anymore because the video was over.

jake nodded his head along with you. “now we have to look through the book and the papers to match up our evidence and make it stronger”

you sighed even harder but you kept telling yourself just to get over with it. jake started cleaning up the trash and organizing the papers that were scrambled everywhere on the table. you helped him in the procress to quicken things and when you guys were done you both pulled out your psychology book, searching and rambling through pages to find evidence to support your writing.

jake pushed his glasses closer to his face as they were sliding down his nose bridge and he ran his fingers through his silky black hair, placing the pen between his luscious pink lips.

he’s just your study buddy! stop it!

“i think we should explore the concept of ‘online crushes.’ you know, when you develop feelings for someone you’ve never met in person” jake spoke, tapping the pen on his chin.

one of your eyebrows rose. “we could but i don’t believe it’s the same thing as a real relationship. research shows that online relationships lack emotional intimacy and commitment”

“i disagree, you can’t deny chemistry behind two people even if they’re behind screens. i think online connections can be just as strong as real relationships if they both put in the effort”

you stared right into jake’s eyes, full of genuine thought and emotion but you couldn’t let him win this debate.

“then why do studies show that online relationships have a significantly higher dissolution rate than traditional relationships?”

jake’s lips frowned but in the way of he lost the debate. “you got me there.”

you smiled at him, flipping through pages in the psychology book to avoid eye contact.

“i like how interested you are on this topic. it’s cute.” he smiles, picking up his pen and twisting it and twirling it through his fingers.

you sighed annoyingly, hiding the fact that what he said gave you light butterflies in your stomach.

“jake, focus. we have to get this done by tonight.”

jake pushed his glasses up on his face once again because they were sliding off. you two were making eye contact and the atmosphere felt a little tight—to you atleast.

“i am focusing… on you.”

[heelvng]

The First Kiss — (엔히아픈)

syp ꕀ the enhypen members are your boyfriends and you guys decided to kiss eachother for the first time

characters ꕀ jungwon, heesung, jaeyun, sunghoon, sunoo, jay, and niki

context ꕀ first kiss, gn!reader, (black writer, some things may sound a likkle weird), jake gets physical (no smut), dancer!niki, fluff, jay has an obsession with stealing your food, ice skater!sunghoon, affectionate!sunoo, (if i’m missing some, let me know✨)

・┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆・

JUNGWON. ݁₊ ⊹.ᐟ

“I love you so much!” jungwon giggled, corners of his mouth nearly touching his ears.

you and jungwon were walking out the doors of a fancy restaurant that shined with lights and embraced a chill vibe. jungwon thought it would be cute to take you out on a date and enjoy your sweet presence. your hand was interlocked with his as both of you shared heat in the cold.

“I love you too wonnie!” you cooed, putting your head on his shoulder.

jungwon footsteps became slower and you followed along with him—your heart slightly speeding up in your chest as you felt a different vibe from this moment. he bites the inner muscle of his lip, his dimples poke out and his eyes meet the ground.

“would right now… be a perfect time?”

his boba eyes stared into your face and your hands begin to sweat, a slight noise erupts from your throat as you swallowed nothing but air. your head nodded a ‘yes’ uncontrollably and the gap between the lips of two lovers was sealed. it was cute, sweet, and you tasted a faint red velvety flavor from his tongue.

“we should have done this more sooner” he grinned, giving you a quick peck before moving his feet towards the vehicle that takes you guys home.

HEESUNG. ݁₊ ⊹.ᐟ

heesung was standing behind you at the ‘wheel of fortune’ game at dave & busters and his smile beams when you land on ‘M 1000’.

you jumped up and down like a big kid, gathering all of your tickets putting them in a bag that heesung brought for you to carry.

“what game do you wanna play now?”

“i don’t know… which one?” you questioned, your pointer finger on your lip as you turn every which way to find a game of your interest.

“it’s your birthday love, whichever you want.”

in the process of him saying that you found a game of your choice. you began to speed walk towards ‘hungry hungry hippo’ and heesung followed you with no big deal. he places the bag of tickets down next to him as he sits on the hippo with you, placing his card against the scanner.

you both began to laugh and giggle when you guys fight against each other to catch as many balls as you can in the hippos territory. the game had ended and the results—heesung won and you didn’t but that didn’t matter because you had also won something else.

“babe come here” he gestures you with his hand out.

you grabbed his hand and he sped walk to a location you wasn’t familiar with. it was a dark room and you could smell the faint scent of a strawberry shortcake, which was indeed your favorite.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” everyone shouts, lights turning on and your heart jumps out of your chest followed by a scream that had eveyone in the arcade look at you funny.

you felt a pair of hands on your cheeks, guding your face towards another direction away from the people. your lips being attached to none other than heesung and you suddenly forgot that people were in the room.

“WE reserved this room for EATING.” jay announced, cutting you two out of your, what you’d like to call, “daydream”

you and heesung giggled, as he gives you a quick peck on your forehead.

“happy birthday love”

JAEYUN. ݁₊ ⊹.ᐟ

it was series sunday and you were cuddled up on the couch with jaeyun watching a series ‘outer banks’ while stuffing your throats with delicious snacks.

in the meantime you started to get sleepy and you kept falling in and out. jaeyun noticed and he puts your head on his shoulder, watching the show for you and himself.

“do you want me to tell you what happened after you wake up?” he offered, putting his head on yours.

you shook your head ‘no’ readjusting your body to a better postion to take a nap. your head now on his thighs and your body curved like a fetus, his fingers massaging your head in soft circular motions. your body buzzing with peacefulness.

his touch so warm, makes your body fuzzy you had the urge to kiss him. you guys have been dating for 3 months what could go wrong?

“kiss me” you ordered. jaeyun looked down with his glasses slightly falling down his nose bridge.

“where is this energy coming from?” he says with a slight smile on his face.

“nowhere. i just feel like right now is a good time to try something new”

you sat back up, staring at jaeyun’s tinted red lips and went in for a kiss. his mouth soft, you followed along his movements head tilting opposite of eachother and hands around his neck, his weight pushed your back towards the couch pillows. slight breaths escaped your lips, fogging up his glasses he took them off and kissed you deeper with his body on top of you.

you pulled away, searching for air as you felt your lung capacity fill up with overwhelming joy.

“i’m sorry, i’m sorry!” jaeyun apologized, removing his body from above you.

you laid still, shocked as for what just happened and why you did it. you don’t regret what you did and you want more but you believe that kissed proved enough for you.

“you kissed me so good i just… got a bit too ahead of myself”

SUNGHOON. ݁₊ ⊹.ᐟ

“i’m a horrible ice skater” you said as sunghoon was tying up your skates.

“you’re with me you’re going to be okay, i promise. just remember the basics in what i told you. bend your knees, duck walk, and lean forward a little”

you gave sunghoon a stare that stated your fear for the ice. you hated ice skating but you thought going ice skating with your boyfriend wasn’t a bad idea and with that he stands up, holding out his hand.

you grab onto his hand, walking on the carpet floor before sunghoon stepped his foot out the glass door onto the solid ice. his stance was stable and he slightly tugged you onto the ice, it was a gesture of ‘i got you’

feet touching the solid ice you let out a muffled scream when you felt yourself jerk back from how slippery the floor was. sunghoon holding you tight against him, making sure he didn’t break your safety trust.

“remember the things i taught you” his voice calming your anxiety. you unlatched yourself from his tight safety grip and bent your knees, leaned forward, and took small steps one by one.

“there you go. look at you getting it!”

you slightly smile at his words. his presence making a huge difference for you, leading you to finally give trust in yourself to go on your own.

“i got it from here!”

“you sure?”

you nodded, keeping your hands out infront of you duck paddling your way around the rink. you saw sunghoon following behind you, making sure whatever happened he was going to be there to support you.

sunghoon grabbed your hands and skated backwards, dragging you along with him. his stroll on the floor matched the beat of the music playing on the loud speaker and you tried to catch up with his pace but it was too difficult.

sunghoon brushed his slightly red nose against yours, distracting you from the movement and redirecting your attention to the moment. you held his hand with grace and love, feeling warm inside.

pressing a kiss to his lips his skates still strolling acorss the ice, he had no intentions of letting you go even while you guys were sharing love within the lips.

pulling away, you both bumped foreheads and suddenly your fear from the ice disappeared and turned into a smile as you a skate across the ice with sunghoon.

SUNOO. ݁₊ ⊹.ᐟ

sunoo is such an affectionate person, he is always willing to do anything regarding love and you were so down for it.

you and sunoo were at a flower garden, dressed up with soft clothing for the occasion. so many flowers were out on the grass and you didn’t know which one to look at.

“wanna play a game?” sunoo questioned, his attention still on the flowers.

“what game is it?”

“rare flowers. whoever finds the rarest flower has to make dinner tonight. dea—“

you were already on the move, finding a flower you and sunoo hasn’t seen before. you heard his faint laugh from afar and you chuckled. still searching for this random flower. you found a flower that was white on the outside and a slight pink on the inside, you’ve never seen this flower before and with that you picked it up running back up to sunoo noticing he never left his spot.

“i found a flower!” you showed in your hands. “where’s yours?”

“i don’t know, i think my rare flower is standing right infront of me”

you let out a loud ‘aww’ before tumbling him to the ground with a big hug. your bodies rolled around in the flowers, the scent of nature enhancing the mood.

you plant a kiss on his lips, which shocked you both because he wasn’t ready for that and you didn’t expect your lips to move before your brain. you felt awkward inside so you decided to take yourself off of him but he instantly pulled you back down on him sealing your lips together, with the flowers and sunlight on display.

JAY. ݁₊ ⊹.ᐟ

jay was a complete fat ass. he was and will be the first one to take any food away from you, he’ll let you get the first few bites obviously but after that its over.

it’s gotten to a point where you would have to hide your food from him but this time you didn’t need to hide food because you both were on a picnic in central park.

fresh fruits were in the basket, along with a few other snacks that you knew he was going to attack first. you guys decided to paint each-other something that represented your relationship.

setting out the materials, you were in the process of eating strawberries. you put your hand in the basket and realized there was one more left, jay side eyeing you in the process.

“bro. i know you not staring me down over a damn strawberry jay.” you laughed, placing the strawberry on your teeth.

“AHHH!” he yells, turning your face towards him before biting the top of the strawberry, leaving you the other half of the strawberry on your teeth.

you couldn’t stop laughing at your boyfriend and his silly behavior. the strawberry juices dripping from your lips as you used your hand to catch it before it fell on your canvas.

jay chewing the strawberry aggressively, while side eyeing you. he couldn’t hold himself together he bursted out laughing and you two were now a giggling mess.

“i love you,” jay says, leaning forward towards your face planting a kiss on your sweet strawberry lips.

you kissed him back, the strawberry tasted lingering in your tongue and your strawberry lip gloss getting on jays mouth.

“why do you taste like double the strawberries?” he questions, licking his lips.

“i had on strawberry lip gloss dummy”

“mmm. taste good!” he smiles, going back to kissing you.

NIKI. ݁₊ ⊹.ᐟ

you and niki were in the dance room sweating your asses away. you guys were rehearsing a choreography that your manger taught you guys 3 days ago for a show and you only had today to get the counts together and you were stressing.

there was one move you couldn’t hit on the beat and it was frustrating you. niki was doing his absolute best on explaining it with the counts.

“five, six, seven, eight. two, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight. got it?”

you nodded your head, barely having the breath to speak. he pressed play on the song you guys were dancing to and when the part came up you immediately hit it right on the counts.

“was it that hard love?” he said, stopping the music and looking at your body collapse on the floor.

“yes!” you responded, nodding in the process. your body weak and you needed a break. you’ve been dancing for 2 hours straight and you ran out of energy.

niki came towards you with one of his hands under your back and the other hand under your legs. he picked you bridal style and walked with you towards the small couch in the corner of the dance room.

sitting down with you on his lap, he turns the AC on and goes on his phone to set an hour break because he know you needed it.

you controlled your breathing in the process of laying on his lap and he had cold towels to wipe the sweat off your body and keep you awake. you stared at him, while he was in the process of taking care of you.

“why are you just staring at me like that”

you placed your hand in your chest. “i can’t stare at my handsome boyfriend while he’s taking care of me?”

niki chuckled. “of course you can. but are you really staring at me or my lips? if you want a kiss just say that.”

he gives you a cocky glare that screamed ‘got ya.’ this was about to be your first kiss with him and you didn’t expect for it to be in a dance room and especially you didn’t think he’d be so bold about it.

you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling yourself up and planting a kiss on his lips. niki’s hands were on your lower back as he was supporting you from falling off of him. slight humming sounds escaped the lips of both lovers and a muffled scream came from you when you heard the door opening.

“alright, let me see what you guys got.” the mangaer announces.

you were standing up while niki was sitting on the couch, manspreading. he pulled his phone out and showed the manager that you guys had 8 minutes left of a break and with that the manager left you two alone.

your heart beating out of your chest, as you turn around to see niki standing in-front of you wanting to be attached to you’re luscious lips once again.

・┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆・

! not proof read ! ~ likes, comments, & reblogs are appreciated :>

[heelvng]

` ★ SPIDERMAN!ENHYPEN

ⓘ OO1. ──when you're his MJ 𓈃 ๋ spider man!enhypen x fem!reader . . . 982wc. fluff && skinship, slightly suggestive ARCHiVE ୨୧

𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆 (이희승)

"you really think spider-man's cute?" heeseung teases, leaning casually against your desk as you gush about the hero with your friends. you roll your eyes, pretending to ignore the way his eyes twinkle with mischief. "obviously. he's got that mysterious charm and those... muscles," you say with a playful smirk, watching as heeseung's jaw clenches. he shifts closer, lowering his voice, "bet he doesn't kiss you like i do." your breath hitches as his lips brush your ear, sending shivers down your spine. "besides," he murmurs, fingers tracing your wrist, "i heard he’s into pretty girls like you." your eyes widen, and he just grins, leaving you to wonder if your boyfriend knew a little too much about the masked hero. "wait, how would you know that?" you ask suspiciously, but he just winks, stealing a quick kiss before swinging away into the crowded hall.

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐉𝐀𝐘 (박종성)

“you could’ve at least tried to act surprised,” jay murmurs, still hanging upside down from the fire escape, his masked face just inches from yours. you bite back a grin, watching the way his eyes crinkle through the suit’s fabric. “you’re telling me you think i didn’t recognize that voice by now?” you tease, crossing your arms with a smirk. “plus, i told you not to come around at night—it’s dangerous, remember?” he chuckles, tugging his mask up just enough to reveal his lips. “funny, i could say the same to you,” he whispers, his voice dropping as he leans closer. your breath hitches when he presses a quick kiss to your lips. "see you tomorrow, troublemaker," he says, swinging back up with one last wink.

𝐒𝐈𝐌 𝐉𝐀𝐊𝐄 (심재윤)

“you know, i could get used to this,” you murmur, breath warm against spiderman’s suit as he holds you close on the rooftop, his arms securely wrapped around your waist. there's a smirk hidden behind his mask, and he tilts his head. “yeah? maybe i’ll stick around then,” he teases, voice just slightly lower than you remember hearing in class, but you brush it off. “yeah, maybe,” you reply, tugging at his collar. he chuckles, drawing you even closer, his thumb brushing gently against your cheek. “guess i’ll have to save you more often.” you roll your eyes, grinning. “don't push your luck, spider-boy.”

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐍 (박성훈)

"you know, you're terrible at keeping secrets," you teased, crossing your arms as sunghoon dangled upside down from his web, his mask half-pulled up to reveal that smirk you’d come to adore. "oh yeah? what gave me away?" he chuckled, eyes glinting with mischief as he reached down to pull you closer. you rolled your eyes, trying not to let him see the blush on your cheeks. "maybe the fact that spiderman shows up at every single place i go? or, i dunno, the time i caught you changing on my fire escape?" his laughter bubbled up, carefree, before he leaned in, lips brushing yours. "guess i'm just drawn to trouble," he murmured against your lips. "lucky for me, trouble’s got a pretty face."

𝐊𝐈𝐌 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐎𝐎 (김선우)

“are you spiderman?” you asked, raising an eyebrow as sunoo froze, eyes wide. “what? uhm, no way!, he laughed nervously, scratching the back of his neck. but your gaze stayed fixed, catching the way his cheeks flushed under the dim streetlight. “right,” you smirked, crossing your arms. “then why do you always disappear the moment danger shows up?” he cleared his throat, looking anywhere but at you. “i just… have a strong sense of self-preservation?” you leaned closer, whispering, “well, if spiderman does show up, tell him i think he’s cute.” his breath hitched, and you could see the tiniest smile twitch at his lips as he mumbled, “i’ll… pass that along.”

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐖𝐎𝐍 (양정원)

“is this… comfortable for you?” jungwon mumbles, upside down, mask -pulled up to reveal his pretty face. you’re barely keeping yourself from laughing, but the way he’s dangling in front of you, his eyes wide and slightly nervous, is so endearing. “you know, you don’t have to hang upside down every time we meet, right?” you tease, reaching up to brush a strand of hair off his forehead. he shrugs, lips quirking. “comes with the suit,” he whispers, leaning closer. your heart skips a beat as he tilts his head just right, and you close the gap. the taste of his smile lingers as he murmurs, “so… what’s the judgement? still think you prefer normal boys?”

𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐀 𝐑𝐈𝐊𝐈 (西村力)

“you know you don’t have to keep showing off like that,” you smirk, leaning against the rooftop’s ledge as riki, still in his suit, grins, flipping down from his web like it’s nothing. “showing off? this is just my usual hero routine,” he teases, inching closer until he’s a breath away. you roll your eyes, a hint of a smile breaking through. “right, ‘cause every hero needs to make extra sure his girlfriend’s safe by hanging upside down outside her window at 2 a.m.,” you reply, crossing your arms. his hand slides to your waist, pulling you closer. “just being thorough,” he murmurs, voice low, eyes twinkling. “can’t have anything happening to my favorite girl, right?” you laugh, heart racing, feeling the warmth of his touch. “whatever you say,”

[heelvng]

DHJKHFSFHGVV SCREAMING BITING MY WALLS

pass the chemistry - park sunghoon

summary - what happens when you ask your deskmate for the quiz answers :)

-> short fluff drabble

you’re surprised when your professor suddenly announces to prepare for a quiz. you’ve been absent the last meeting because you were sick, and you really didn’t have any friends in this class to ask for notes.

you’ve been panicking because quizzes are 40% part of your final grade so you can’t afford to fail even just one quiz.

when you accidentally look to your right, you see deskmate sunghoon preparing for the quiz. honestly, he’s the only one who you had interaction with in this class (even though the only interaction that you ever had was him borrowing an eraser from you).

since you don’t want to fail this quiz, you steel your nerves, turn to him and tap him.

“sunghoon.”

he looks at you quizzically.

“can I please copy your answers for this quiz? I was absent last time and I don’t have anyone to–”

your words were cut off by your professor. “number your papers from one to fifteen. I will dictate a statement per number and you will identify on your paper whether it’s true or false. I will only repeat the statement twice so listen carefully.”

you can’t help but grimace as your professor started uttering the first statement. before your professor finished repeating the first statement, you jolted because you felt someone grab your right hand under the desk.

that someone is sunghoon. he looks so concentrated on what your professor is saying making you confused as to why he suddenly grabbed your hand. but when you feel a finger writing the letter T on your palm, you realized that it’s his way of letting you copy his answers without being caught by your professor.

you blush and almost miss what he wrote next because of the tingles that you felt in your palm.

[heelvng]

He Stood Me Up —✧˖°.

syp ⸝⸝ how i think enhypen members would respond to a text that said "he stood me up!" ✧˖��.

characters ⸝⸝ jake, sunoo, and jay

context ⸝⸝ texting au, the enhypen members are your besties, mentions of fighting, swearing, some slight aggressiveness, reader does have a blaccent, ( i am a black writer) part 2 ✧˖°. part 1

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JAKE ✧˖°.

SUNOO ✧˖°.

JAY ✧˖°.

[heelvng]

He Stood Me Up —.°˖✧

syp ᯓ how i think enhypen members would respond to a text that said “he stood me up!” .°˖✧

characters ᯓ jungwon, heesung, sunghoon, and niki

context ᯓ texting au, the enhypen members are your besties, mentions of fighting, swearing, some slight aggressiveness, reader does have a blaccent (i am a black writer ), part 1 .°˖✧

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JUNGWON . ݁₊⊹. ݁˖ .

SUNGHOON . ݁₊⊹. ݁˖ .

HEESUNG . ݁₊⊹. ݁˖ .

NIKI . ݁₊⊹. ݁˖ .