jun9w0n

[jun9w0n]

☆ ENHYPEN AS YOUR OFFICE COWORKERS

─or in other words, them as your motivation to work.

( N𝒪T𝑒𝓈. ) enhypen as your secret work crush. fluff. mentions of food. fem!reader. 2300 words. PLS REBLOG .ᐟ

yang jungwon ( 양정원 )

୨୧ 𓂂 ˳ you rush into the office, your coat slipping half off your shoulder, your laptop barely closed in your bag. before you even reach your desk, your eyes catch sight of a steaming coffee cup. your name is written neatly on it — no hints as to who it’s from.

you let out a relieved breath. when you look up, you see jungwon, calm and focused as always, staring intently at his screen. he doesn’t even glance your way, but you just know the coffee is from him.

a small, almost involuntary smile tugs at your lips as you settle into your seat and take the cup in hand. “you’re late,” he finally says without looking away from the monitor.

“hm? oh... yeah, sorry.” you begin unpacking your laptop while speaking. ���i overslept. i was trying to finish that report last night.”

only then does he lift his head and turn toward you slowly. his dark eyes soften, losing their usual sharpness. “which report?”

you furrow your brow slightly. “the one for the meeting today? you said it was important.”

a quiet grin spreads across his lips — subtle but sincere. “we could’ve worked on it together,” he says, with that familiar tone he always reserves for you — somewhere between teasing and warm. “i could’ve helped you, dummy.”

you roll your eyes, but you can’t stop a faint blush from creeping onto your cheeks. “i thought you were busy enough with your own stuff.”

he leans back slightly, still grinning. “for you, i’d even skip my excel sheets.”

you pretend to sigh, but your heart beats a little faster. “wow… that’s almost romantic.”

he winks. “wait until you see my powerpoint presentations.”

lee heeseung ( 이희승 )

୨୧ 𓂂 ˳ “so, are you actually working... or just pretending really well?”

his voice cuts through the quiet like it always does — effortless, teasing, a little too amused for someone who just walked into the room. you glance up, and there he is: heeseung, leaning against the edge of your desk with a coffee in one hand and, to your horror, your favorite pack of cookies in the other. 

“what are you doing?” you ask, raising an eyebrow.

“inventory check,” he says innocently. “your snacks are now part of the team’s emergency supplies.”

he flashes you that signature grin—half smug, half charming—and props himself against your chair, half-hovering over your shoulder. you try to close your browser tabs, but not fast enough — he’s already seen.

“wow. five tabs open, three of them memes. classic.”

you roll your eyes. “research. for... the team’s emotional resilience.”

“sure.” he makes himself comfortable, sets down his coffee, grabs a cookie and slowly takes a bite. “i didn’t know animal memes were your coping mechanism. makes you weirdly more likable.”

“i like animals. at least they’re honest.”

“unlike... deadlines, excel sheets, and coworkers who steal your snacks?” he tilts his head. 

you shoot him a look. “i’m this close to locking my drawers.”

he holds up his hands dramatically. “hey, i only take what you offer between the lines.”

you laugh — despite yourself. he notices. of course he notices. there’s a quiet satisfaction in his smile, like this was exactly the reaction he was fishing for.

“you should take breaks more often,” he says casually, grabbing another cookie. “it’s good for your nervous system. and your snack supply. which, by the way, is clearly under attack.”

“if you keep helping yourself, you’ll be the one under attack.”

heeseung raises an eyebrow, amused. “was that a threat?”

“an invitation to back off.”

heeseung leans back, lifts both hands in mock surrender. “okay, okay. i’m leaving — but i’m taking one more cookie for emotional support.” he shoots you a wink, grabs his coffee, turns to go.

but just a few steps away, he stops, looks over his shoulder and adds with a smirk, “if you need anything — memes, distraction, or cookie therapy — you know where to find me.”

and somehow, the day feels just a little less heavy after that.

park jongseong ( 박종성 )

୨୧ 𓂂 ˳ your eyes are glued to the screen while your stomach growls loudly and your to-do list seems to grow endlessly. the pressure on your shoulders feels heavier by the minute, and you can hardly believe how fast time is flying.

suddenly, you hear soft footsteps behind you. before you can turn around, jay gently places a bag with your favorite food next to your laptop. “i thought this might make your day a little better.”

you look up and meet his relaxed gaze, accompanied by a warm smile. it’s as if a small calm spreads through you in that moment. “you really have a talent for showing up at exactly the right time.”

he shrugs casually. “everyone has bad days sometimes. food just makes it a little easier.”

as you take your first bite, he leans in casually beside you and says in a calm voice, “don’t worry, it’ll be fine. and if not, i’ll just bring even more tomorrow.”

you smile, feeling some of the tension ease away. “thanks, jay. you’re my personal hero today.” he winks mischievously at you.

as the food touches your tongue, a quiet, relieved sigh escapes you.

“tastes good?” he asks, curious, peeking over his screen, his eyes the only part visible. you nod, mouth still full.

he grins and says, “good, otherwise i’d have wasted a lot of time in the kitchen.”

sim jaeyun ( 심재윤 )

୨୧ 𓂂 ˳ you’re sitting at your desk, just finishing up a story about your weekend, when jake suddenly appears next to you, laughing way too loudly at your poorly timed joke — like it’s the funniest thing he’s heard all day. you shoot him a questioning look, but he just grins mischievously and shrugs casually.

not long after, he’s back again, “checking” your pc even though everything is working perfectly fine. you’re about to protest, but he just plops down in the chair next to you and starts pretending to be helpful.

you lean back in your chair and grin at him. “isn’t this kind of time theft?”

his eyes sparkle with amusement. “what? i’m obviously helping you right now.” with a soft whir, he rolls his chair closer, leans in slightly, and taps your screen with his finger.

you follow his gaze — but there’s nothing new, nothing urgent, nothing that wasn’t exactly the same five minutes ago.

“you mean this perfectly stable, absolutely flawless spreadsheet?” you ask dryly.

“could crash any second now,” he murmurs, his tone calm, almost casual. but his eyes linger on your face just a moment too long, like he’s trying to read something there you haven’t quite noticed yourself yet.

you snort a laugh that makes your shoulders shake slightly and shake your head with a wide grin. “you’re impossible sometimes.”

later that afternoon, a message from jake pops up on your screen: “wanna step outside for a bit during the break? only if you need some fresh air”

before you can reply, he’s suddenly standing at your desk with two steaming coffees. he smiles and says casually, “i wasn’t sure which one you’d want… so i got both.”

you take one of the cups, nod gratefully, and feel your day suddenly lighten just a little.

park sunghoon ( 박성훈 )

୨୧ 𓂂 ˳ you’re juggling a towering stack of folders on your way to the copy room — because, of course, you’re the one who stepped in today, and of course no one told you just how much paperwork was involved. as you try to push the door open with your elbow, it suddenly swings wide before you can even touch it.

“are you seriously carrying all that by yourself?” sunghoon stands there, a crooked grin on his face, and without waiting for an answer, silently takes half the stack from your arms.

you blink, a little surprised. “uh… thanks.”

“welcome to hell,” he mutters dryly as you both step inside.

the copier whirs to life. you lean back against the wall with a tired sigh, while sunghoon positions himself nearby — not too close, but close enough that you can hear his voice clearly, even when he speaks softly.

“you do know you could’ve just handed all that off, right? the interns would’ve been pretty offended if you didn’t.”

“too late,” you murmur. “i’ve already booked myself some sore muscles.”

he looks at you sideways. “you’re weird.”

“thanks?”

“that was a compliment.” a small, almost imperceptible smile tugs at his lips, and you can’t help but grin back.

suddenly, the copier beeps. paper jam.

you curse quietly, but sunghoon’s already leaning forward, lifting the cover with practiced ease and freeing the crumpled page with a casual confidence that almost seems too cool to be real.

“do you do this a lot?”

“more than i’d like.”

as he straightens up, he slides the finished stack across to you. then he looks you straight in the eye. no grin this time — just that calm, serious gaze.

“next time you have to carry stuff like this… just ask me for help.”

you open your mouth to say something, maybe a witty comeback on your lips — but he’s already walking past you, back toward the office.

and though he said almost nothing, you can’t shake the feeling that you just got more attention from him than anyone else all day.

kim seonwoo ( 김선우 )

୨୧ 𓂂 ˳ the morning hasn’t even properly started, and you already feel three meetings behind and two coffees short. you drag yourself to your desk, bracing for another day of office chaos — when you spot a small, neatly folded note resting on your keyboard.

“today is tuesday. you need something sweet. check the second drawer.  – ☀️”

you blink in surprise, pull open the drawer — and immediately have to smile. inside lies a donut, perfectly wrapped, glazed in your favorite color, sprinkled with bright confetti as if someone sprinkled a little magic onto the day.

your eyes scan the desks — and there he is: sunoo, glowing as always, surrounded by positive energy. he leans over his desk, waving at you with a grin.

“you’re going to need this,” he calls softly, just for you. “the call at ten is with him. but don’t worry, i’ve got your back.”

you laugh — half startled, half relieved. of course, he knows. of course, he’s thinking ahead. of course, he’s already two steps ahead — with sugar, color, and comfort — before you even realize you need it.

“what would i do without you,” you murmur, shaking your head as you take a bite of the donut.

sunoo pretends to ponder, resting his chin on his hand and squinting one eye.

“probably collapse miserably and cry secretly in the printer room.”

you almost choke on your donut and shoot him a mock outraged look.

“wow. harsh reality right at eight in the morning?”

he laughs, clear and bright, then leans in a bit, lowering his voice but keeping that typical sunoo sparkle in his eyes.

“just being honest. but hey, while i’m here, you don’t have to. i provide snacks, support, and silent judgments of people who type too loud.”

you grin and lean back for a moment. it’s exactly that mix of lightness and intuition that suddenly makes the morning a lot more bearable.

as you turn back to your screen, his gaze lingers on you for a moment longer.

“and remember, if the call goes south wink twice in my direction. i’ll find a way to get you out.”

“what, you gonna crash the server?”

he shrugs, completely serious, “if I have to.”

you laugh, and for the first time in days, tuesday doesn’t feel quite so heavy anymore.

nishimura riki ( 西村リキ )

୨୧ 𓂂 ˳ it’s late. the screens around you have long gone dark, the office chairs sit empty, and the hum of the air conditioning is the last trace of life on the floor. your eyes sting from staring too long, and just as you’re about to close your laptop, a ping suddenly appears on your screen.

a new email.

you click it open — and freeze.

MonthlyReport_final.xlsx

the file is complete. properly named, neatly formatted, every number accurate.

only… you didn’t do it. you completely forgot.

your heart skips a beat.

then a second ping. this time a message.

@Ni-Ki: saw you forgot. i was still here anyway.

you stare at the message. of course. niki. quiet, unobtrusive — but probably the sharpest eyes in the whole office.

before you can reply, a second message pops up:

@Ni-Ki: you owe me a coffee. or two.

you grin, shaking your head in disbelief. somehow, it hits you harder than you want to admit. that quiet recognition. that helping hand without many words. you type back.

@You: two. and a cookie. homemade, if you’re nice.

the only thing that comes back is a ☕ + 🍪

you lean back in your chair, feeling a little warmth in your cheeks, even though the office is usually too cold at this hour. maybe he’s still somewhere in the next room, headphones on, hoodie pulled over his head. maybe he’s been there the whole time.

maybe he sees more than you thought.

the next morning begins hectic as usual. but today, you have a little plan: with two steaming coffee cups and a small cookie in hand, you stand by niki’s desk. he’s there, as always, absorbed in his screen, headphones resting loosely around his neck.

“here—coffee and cookie, just like i promised,” you say, carefully placing the items next to his laptop.

niki looks up briefly, his eyes meeting yours. for a moment, a small, almost shy smile plays at his lips. no big words, no grand gesture — just that quiet sign that says thank you. that silent acknowledgment is enough.

as you turn and head back to your desk, a warm feeling lingers — a simple act that said more than a thousand words ever could.

© jun9w0n - do not copy, translate or steal my works.

[jun9w0n]

☆ ENHYPEN AS YOUR OFFICE COWORKERS

─or in other words, them as your motivation to work.

( N𝒪T𝑒𝓈. ) enhypen as your secret work crush. fluff. mentions of food. fem!reader. 2300 words. PLS REBLOG .ᐟ

yang jungwon ( 양정원 )

୨୧ 𓂂 ˳ you rush into the office, your coat slipping half off your shoulder, your laptop barely closed in your bag. before you even reach your desk, your eyes catch sight of a steaming coffee cup. your name is written neatly on it — no hints as to who it’s from.

you let out a relieved breath. when you look up, you see jungwon, calm and focused as always, staring intently at his screen. he doesn’t even glance your way, but you just know the coffee is from him.

a small, almost involuntary smile tugs at your lips as you settle into your seat and take the cup in hand. “you’re late,” he finally says without looking away from the monitor.

“hm? oh... yeah, sorry.” you begin unpacking your laptop while speaking. “i overslept. i was trying to finish that report last night.”

only then does he lift his head and turn toward you slowly. his dark eyes soften, losing their usual sharpness. “which report?”

you furrow your brow slightly. “the one for the meeting today? you said it was important.”

a quiet grin spreads across his lips — subtle but sincere. “we could’ve worked on it together,” he says, with that familiar tone he always reserves for you — somewhere between teasing and warm. “i could’ve helped you, dummy.”

you roll your eyes, but you can’t stop a faint blush from creeping onto your cheeks. “i thought you were busy enough with your own stuff.”

he leans back slightly, still grinning. “for you, i’d even skip my excel sheets.”

you pretend to sigh, but your heart beats a little faster. “wow… that’s almost romantic.”

he winks. “wait until you see my powerpoint presentations.”

lee heeseung ( 이희승 )

୨୧ 𓂂 ˳ “so, are you actually working... or just pretending really well?”

his voice cuts through the quiet like it always does — effortless, teasing, a little too amused for someone who just walked into the room. you glance up, and there he is: heeseung, leaning against the edge of your desk with a coffee in one hand and, to your horror, your favorite pack of cookies in the other. 

“what are you doing?” you ask, raising an eyebrow.

“inventory check,” he says innocently. “your snacks are now part of the team’s emergency supplies.”

he flashes you that signature grin—half smug, half charming—and props himself against your chair, half-hovering over your shoulder. you try to close your browser tabs, but not fast enough — he’s already seen.

“wow. five tabs open, three of them memes. classic.”

you roll your eyes. “research. for... the team’s emotional resilience.”

“sure.” he makes himself comfortable, sets down his coffee, grabs a cookie and slowly takes a bite. “i didn’t know animal memes were your coping mechanism. makes you weirdly more likable.”

“i like animals. at least they’re honest.”

“unlike... deadlines, excel sheets, and coworkers who steal your snacks?” he tilts his head. 

you shoot him a look. “i’m this close to locking my drawers.”

he holds up his hands dramatically. “hey, i only take what you offer between the lines.”

you laugh — despite yourself. he notices. of course he notices. there’s a quiet satisfaction in his smile, like this was exactly the reaction he was fishing for.

“you should take breaks more often,” he says casually, grabbing another cookie. “it’s good for your nervous system. and your snack supply. which, by the way, is clearly under attack.”

“if you keep helping yourself, you’ll be the one under attack.”

heeseung raises an eyebrow, amused. “was that a threat?”

“an invitation to back off.”

heeseung leans back, lifts both hands in mock surrender. “okay, okay. i’m leaving — but i’m taking one more cookie for emotional support.” he shoots you a wink, grabs his coffee, turns to go.

but just a few steps away, he stops, looks over his shoulder and adds with a smirk, “if you need anything — memes, distraction, or cookie therapy — you know where to find me.”

and somehow, the day feels just a little less heavy after that.

park jongseong ( 박종성 )

୨୧ 𓂂 ˳ your eyes are glued to the screen while your stomach growls loudly and your to-do list seems to grow endlessly. the pressure on your shoulders feels heavier by the minute, and you can hardly believe how fast time is flying.

suddenly, you hear soft footsteps behind you. before you can turn around, jay gently places a bag with your favorite food next to your laptop. “i thought this might make your day a little better.”

you look up and meet his relaxed gaze, accompanied by a warm smile. it’s as if a small calm spreads through you in that moment. “you really have a talent for showing up at exactly the right time.”

he shrugs casually. “everyone has bad days sometimes. food just makes it a little easier.”

as you take your first bite, he leans in casually beside you and says in a calm voice, “don’t worry, it’ll be fine. and if not, i’ll just bring even more tomorrow.”

you smile, feeling some of the tension ease away. “thanks, jay. you’re my personal hero today.” he winks mischievously at you.

as the food touches your tongue, a quiet, relieved sigh escapes you.

“tastes good?” he asks, curious, peeking over his screen, his eyes the only part visible. you nod, mouth still full.

he grins and says, “good, otherwise i’d have wasted a lot of time in the kitchen.”

sim jaeyun ( 심재윤 )

୨୧ 𓂂 ˳ you’re sitting at your desk, just finishing up a story about your weekend, when jake suddenly appears next to you, laughing way too loudly at your poorly timed joke — like it’s the funniest thing he’s heard all day. you shoot him a questioning look, but he just grins mischievously and shrugs casually.

not long after, he’s back again, “checking” your pc even though everything is working perfectly fine. you’re about to protest, but he just plops down in the chair next to you and starts pretending to be helpful.

you lean back in your chair and grin at him. “isn’t this kind of time theft?”

his eyes sparkle with amusement. “what? i’m obviously helping you right now.” with a soft whir, he rolls his chair closer, leans in slightly, and taps your screen with his finger.

you follow his gaze — but there’s nothing new, nothing urgent, nothing that wasn’t exactly the same five minutes ago.

“you mean this perfectly stable, absolutely flawless spreadsheet?” you ask dryly.

“could crash any second now,” he murmurs, his tone calm, almost casual. but his eyes linger on your face just a moment too long, like he’s trying to read something there you haven’t quite noticed yourself yet.

you snort a laugh that makes your shoulders shake slightly and shake your head with a wide grin. “you’re impossible sometimes.”

later that afternoon, a message from jake pops up on your screen: “wanna step outside for a bit during the break? only if you need some fresh air”

before you can reply, he’s suddenly standing at your desk with two steaming coffees. he smiles and says casually, “i wasn’t sure which one you’d want… so i got both.”

you take one of the cups, nod gratefully, and feel your day suddenly lighten just a little.

park sunghoon ( 박성훈 )

୨୧ 𓂂 ˳ you’re juggling a towering stack of folders on your way to the copy room — because, of course, you’re the one who stepped in today, and of course no one told you just how much paperwork was involved. as you try to push the door open with your elbow, it suddenly swings wide before you can even touch it.

“are you seriously carrying all that by yourself?” sunghoon stands there, a crooked grin on his face, and without waiting for an answer, silently takes half the stack from your arms.

you blink, a little surprised. “uh… thanks.”

“welcome to hell,” he mutters dryly as you both step inside.

the copier whirs to life. you lean back against the wall with a tired sigh, while sunghoon positions himself nearby — not too close, but close enough that you can hear his voice clearly, even when he speaks softly.

“you do know you could’ve just handed all that off, right? the interns would’ve been pretty offended if you didn’t.”

“too late,” you murmur. “i’ve already booked myself some sore muscles.”

he looks at you sideways. “you’re weird.”

“thanks?”

“that was a compliment.” a small, almost imperceptible smile tugs at his lips, and you can’t help but grin back.

suddenly, the copier beeps. paper jam.

you curse quietly, but sunghoon’s already leaning forward, lifting the cover with practiced ease and freeing the crumpled page with a casual confidence that almost seems too cool to be real.

“do you do this a lot?”

“more than i’d like.”

as he straightens up, he slides the finished stack across to you. then he looks you straight in the eye. no grin this time — just that calm, serious gaze.

“next time you have to carry stuff like this… just ask me for help.”

you open your mouth to say something, maybe a witty comeback on your lips — but he’s already walking past you, back toward the office.

and though he said almost nothing, you can’t shake the feeling that you just got more attention from him than anyone else all day.

kim seonwoo ( 김선우 )

୨୧ 𓂂 ˳ the morning hasn’t even properly started, and you already feel three meetings behind and two coffees short. you drag yourself to your desk, bracing for another day of office chaos — when you spot a small, neatly folded note resting on your keyboard.

“today is tuesday. you need something sweet. check the second drawer.  – ☀️”

you blink in surprise, pull open the drawer — and immediately have to smile. inside lies a donut, perfectly wrapped, glazed in your favorite color, sprinkled with bright confetti as if someone sprinkled a little magic onto the day.

your eyes scan the desks — and there he is: sunoo, glowing as always, surrounded by positive energy. he leans over his desk, waving at you with a grin.

“you’re going to need this,” he calls softly, just for you. “the call at ten is with him. but don’t worry, i’ve got your back.”

you laugh — half startled, half relieved. of course, he knows. of course, he’s thinking ahead. of course, he’s already two steps ahead — with sugar, color, and comfort — before you even realize you need it.

“what would i do without you,” you murmur, shaking your head as you take a bite of the donut.

sunoo pretends to ponder, resting his chin on his hand and squinting one eye.

“probably collapse miserably and cry secretly in the printer room.”

you almost choke on your donut and shoot him a mock outraged look.

“wow. harsh reality right at eight in the morning?”

he laughs, clear and bright, then leans in a bit, lowering his voice but keeping that typical sunoo sparkle in his eyes.

“just being honest. but hey, while i’m here, you don’t have to. i provide snacks, support, and silent judgments of people who type too loud.”

you grin and lean back for a moment. it’s exactly that mix of lightness and intuition that suddenly makes the morning a lot more bearable.

as you turn back to your screen, his gaze lingers on you for a moment longer.

“and remember, if the call goes south wink twice in my direction. i’ll find a way to get you out.”

“what, you gonna crash the server?”

he shrugs, completely serious, “if I have to.”

you laugh, and for the first time in days, tuesday doesn’t feel quite so heavy anymore.

nishimura riki ( 西村リキ )

୨୧ 𓂂 ˳ it’s late. the screens around you have long gone dark, the office chairs sit empty, and the hum of the air conditioning is the last trace of life on the floor. your eyes sting from staring too long, and just as you’re about to close your laptop, a ping suddenly appears on your screen.

a new email.

you click it open — and freeze.

MonthlyReport_final.xlsx

the file is complete. properly named, neatly formatted, every number accurate.

only… you didn’t do it. you completely forgot.

your heart skips a beat.

then a second ping. this time a message.

@Ni-Ki: saw you forgot. i was still here anyway.

you stare at the message. of course. niki. quiet, unobtrusive — but probably the sharpest eyes in the whole office.

before you can reply, a second message pops up:

@Ni-Ki: you owe me a coffee. or two.

you grin, shaking your head in disbelief. somehow, it hits you harder than you want to admit. that quiet recognition. that helping hand without many words. you type back.

@You: two. and a cookie. homemade, if you’re nice.

the only thing that comes back is a ☕ + 🍪

you lean back in your chair, feeling a little warmth in your cheeks, even though the office is usually too cold at this hour. maybe he’s still somewhere in the next room, headphones on, hoodie pulled over his head. maybe he’s been there the whole time.

maybe he sees more than you thought.

the next morning begins hectic as usual. but today, you have a little plan: with two steaming coffee cups and a small cookie in hand, you stand by niki’s desk. he’s there, as always, absorbed in his screen, headphones resting loosely around his neck.

“here—coffee and cookie, just like i promised,” you say, carefully placing the items next to his laptop.

niki looks up briefly, his eyes meeting yours. for a moment, a small, almost shy smile plays at his lips. no big words, no grand gesture — just that quiet sign that says thank you. that silent acknowledgment is enough.

as you turn and head back to your desk, a warm feeling lingers — a simple act that said more than a thousand words ever could.

© jun9w0n - do not copy, translate or steal my works.

[jun9w0n]

tag me in it ends with us pleaseeee ik im gonna eat the fic upppp

of course!!

i hope u will like it :P

[jun9w0n]

IT ENDS WITH US. — teaser

SYNOPSIS: each night, you meet a faceless stranger in a dream. the connection feels real—too real. as the dreams repeat and reality starts to blur, you begin to wonder: is he just a figment of your mind, or something far more important?

PAIRING: soulmate!jake x soulmate!reader

GENRE: angst, fluff, romance, slow burn, soulmate au

RELEASE DATE: tba

“you’re here again.”

his voice was like fog — soft, but fleeting.

you turn around, trying to make out his face, but like every night, it remains blurred, as if someone had put a veil over it. “who are you?”

every night, you find yourself in the same meadow. the sky is full of unfamiliar stars, the air smells of something you can never name when awake. and there’s always that silhouette — indistinct, never quite close, but always there.

the wind brushes through the tall grass, making the old trees in the distance rustle. you step closer, slowly, as if you might startle the moment if you move too fast.

the silhouette doesn’t retreat, just stands there, calm, waiting, as always.

you open your mouth to say something but close it again when you realize no sound will come out. you swallow hard, open your mouth again, this time with a bit more confidence, “what’s your name?”

after all this time, nights, weeks, maybe months or years, you’ve stopped keeping track, and this question just feels natural. isn’t it time to finally seek answers? or are you ready to ask someone for help because something is wrong with you?

the figure makes a sound, almost like a chuckle. is he laughing at you? should you have asked something else? you squint your eyes to make out his expression in the dark night, lit only by starlight. or at least as much as you can through the blurred outline.

the grass crunches softly under his feet. for a moment, there’s silence, only the gentle rustling of the wind accompanies the quiet between you. then he takes a step closer, and you feel the warmth radiating from him, so familiar, yet strange.

“i...” he begins, but the words dissolve into the cool night air before they can truly reach you.

you feel your heart beating faster, a pull in your chest, as if your soul itself had been waiting for this encounter.

“who are you?” you whisper once more, more to yourself than to him.

but before he can answer, a sharp tone rips through the silence — your alarm.

the image before your eyes melts away, the warm presence fades like mist in sunlight.

you open your eyes, the room around you is still, cold, and ordinary. yet the emptiness in your chest is almost unbearable. it pulls and presses, as if someone left behind an invisible void with no explanation.

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[jun9w0n]

🍎 ♬ #순결한 목덜미가 계속 날 미치게 해 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖺 𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋 : because the one true ending, that splendid future waits for us

[jun9w0n]

☆ ENHYPEN AND THINGS THEY DO THAT MAKE YOU QUESTION WHAT YOU TWO ARE

─or in other words, how they make your heart flutter.

( N𝒪T𝑒𝓈. ) enhypen as hopeless loverboys. mention of food & drinks. fluff. fem!reader. 1138 words. PLS REBLOG .ᐟ

lee heeseung ( 이희승 )

୨୧ 𓂂 ˳ who knows everything about you. no matter whether it's about your favorite brands, what time you wake up everyday, which type of movies you prefer and even down to the way you take your coffee/tea in the morning.

after a long day full of classes, work and stress, you finally step through the door of your apartment. groaning, you kick your shoes into a corner and throw your jacket over the coat hook. the muffled sounds of the tv and the delicious smell of food greet you. surprised, you walk into the living room, where none other than heeseung has made himself comfortable on your sofa. his head turns as he hears your footsteps. his finger signals you to come closer. as soon as your butt hits the soft cushion, his arms pull you into a tight embrace, your head rests on his shoulder. sighing, you snuggle against him. thats exactly what you needed right now. a grin spreads across his face, "i ordered food, your favourite. it's on the table."

park jongseong ( 박종성 )

୨୧ 𓂂 ˳ who cooks for everyone but still lets you try the food first. his excuse is that you have better taste than the boys. he always comes to you with questions like whether more spices or more ingredients need to be added.

he holds a spoonful of curry in front of your mouth, which he has allowed to cool slightly beforehand so that you don't burn yourself. one hand is under the spoon to make sure nothing drips down, his eyes are on your lips with a concentrated expression on his face. but that quickly changes to a gentle one when he hears a "mmh wow, it’s so good!" from you.

sim jaeyun ( 심재윤 )

୨୧ 𓂂 ˳ who can't keep his hands off you. one of his hands always has to touch you, no matter where or who is around you. either a supportive hand on your lower back, a protective arm around your shoulder or a warm hug from behind. you are currently sitting on the boys couch in the living room. they are having a mario kart duel and are arguing about who gets to play which character. a small smile hushes over your lips as you watch jay throw a pillow at niki because he picked the one jay wanted. your smile fades a little as you slowly feel a hand on your thigh. goosebumps and butterflies rush through your whole body at the tender touch. your eyes wander to the owner of the hand, who is none other than jake. but he is not looking at you at all, his eyes fixed on the screen in front of you. his warm hand slowly starts to stroke up and down your thigh, a habit he has only recently started. his brown eyes finally meet yours, and his lips form a smile.

park sunghoon ( 박성훈 )

୨୧ 𓂂 ˳ who makes you a lot of gifts. no matter what the price or the occasion. you look at it, you get it. you ask him for some money? you get the entire wallet. you want a drink? you get a 12 pack of it. he’s rich and likes spoiling you.

when you enter your bedroom you didn’t expect that you would be greeted by countless shopping bags and bouquets full of flowers. you look for the source of the mess and find a letter laying in the middle of your bed. the paper is expensive and the handwriting is delicate and neat. 'i saw that you were looking at some purses the other day and didn't know which one to buy, so i just bought them all for you.'

kim seonwoo ( 김선우 )

୨୧ 𓂂 ˳ who is always by your side. no matter where you are, he is close by. never too far away but willing to move away if you ask him to. he makes sure that you never feel alone or left out.

what better way to enjoy a hot day than with ice cream? so you quickly tell the guys that you're going to buy some. just as you are about to leave, a hand on your wrist stops you in your tracks. it slowly slides down your arm and takes your hand. your gaze wanders to the person next to you, sunoo. his face is flushed and his lips are formed into a smile as he says, "i'll come with you".

yang jungwon ( 양정원 )

୨୧ 𓂂 ˳ who always looks at you and listens intently. he is happy that you are comfortable enough to tell him about your day, to tell him your secrets and that you can both talk freely about all topics without fear of being judged by the other.

his eyes are on yours, which are sparkling because you are telling him about your successes today. jungwon notices your hand that constantly widly gesticulates, trying to make sense of what the hell you were trying to tell him, as he listens to you rant about some random topic. a grin crosses his face, which interrupts your speech. confused, you tilt your head to the side, quietly asking why he's suddenly laughing. jungwon's eyes stare deeply into yours, his hand comes up to your face to tuck some strands behind your ear, you lean into his touch as he cups your cheek. "i missed you."

nishimura riki ( 西村リキ )

୨୧ 𓂂 ˳ who is protective over you. he always keeps an eye on you, even if it's from afar. you just need to call him and he'll be by your side. even though he doesn’t really like pda, he likes holding your hand or putting his arm around your shoulder. especially if someone tries to get close to you.

flickering lights, loud music and the heady smell of sweat and alcohol, all mingling with the constant murmur of voices. a typical frat party. you're sitting bored at the bar, swaying your glass back and forth while you wait for your friends who are having the time of their lives on the dance floor. a sudden tap on your shoulder makes you turn around. there stands a guy about your age with a friendly smile. he introduces himself and says something along the lines of how you looked like you needed a drink, and then he hands you one. just as your were about to decline, a person behind you grabs your waist and pulls you back into their arms. niki's signature cologne fills your nostrils as he grabs the glass from your hand and sets it on the bar. "she doesn’t like that drink," niki says firmly, staring down the stranger. without waiting for a response, he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you with him, out of the crowd.

© jun9w0n - do not copy, translate or steal my works.

[jun9w0n]

☆ ENHYPEN AND THINGS THEY DO THAT MAKE YOU QUESTION WHAT YOU TWO ARE

─or in other words, how they make your heart flutter.

( N𝒪T𝑒𝓈. ) enhypen as hopeless loverboys. mention of food & drinks. fluff. fem!reader. 1138 words. PLS REBLOG .ᐟ

lee heeseung ( 이희승 )

୨୧ 𓂂 ˳ who knows everything about you. no matter whether it's about your favorite brands, what time you wake up everyday, which type of movies you prefer and even down to the way you take your coffee/tea in the morning.

after a long day full of classes, work and stress, you finally step through the door of your apartment. groaning, you kick your shoes into a corner and throw your jacket over the coat hook. the muffled sounds of the tv and the delicious smell of food greet you. surprised, you walk into the living room, where none other than heeseung has made himself comfortable on your sofa. his head turns as he hears your footsteps. his finger signals you to come closer. as soon as your butt hits the soft cushion, his arms pull you into a tight embrace, your head rests on his shoulder. sighing, you snuggle against him. thats exactly what you needed right now. a grin spreads across his face, "i ordered food, your favourite. it's on the table."

park jongseong ( 박종성 )

୨୧ 𓂂 ˳ who cooks for everyone but still lets you try the food first. his excuse is that you have better taste than the boys. he always comes to you with questions like whether more spices or more ingredients need to be added.

he holds a spoonful of curry in front of your mouth, which he has allowed to cool slightly beforehand so that you don't burn yourself. one hand is under the spoon to make sure nothing drips down, his eyes are on your lips with a concentrated expression on his face. but that quickly changes to a gentle one when he hears a "mmh wow, it’s so good!" from you.

sim jaeyun ( 심재윤 )

୨୧ 𓂂 ˳ who can't keep his hands off you. one of his hands always has to touch you, no matter where or who is around you. either a supportive hand on your lower back, a protective arm around your shoulder or a warm hug from behind. you are currently sitting on the boys couch in the living room. they are having a mario kart duel and are arguing about who gets to play which character. a small smile hushes over your lips as you watch jay throw a pillow at niki because he picked the one jay wanted. your smile fades a little as you slowly feel a hand on your thigh. goosebumps and butterflies rush through your whole body at the tender touch. your eyes wander to the owner of the hand, who is none other than jake. but he is not looking at you at all, his eyes fixed on the screen in front of you. his warm hand slowly starts to stroke up and down your thigh, a habit he has only recently started. his brown eyes finally meet yours, and his lips form a smile.

park sunghoon ( 박성훈 )

୨୧ 𓂂 ˳ who makes you a lot of gifts. no matter what the price or the occasion. you look at it, you get it. you ask him for some money? you get the entire wallet. you want a drink? you get a 12 pack of it. he’s rich and likes spoiling you.

when you enter your bedroom you didn’t expect that you would be greeted by countless shopping bags and bouquets full of flowers. you look for the source of the mess and find a letter laying in the middle of your bed. the paper is expensive and the handwriting is delicate and neat. 'i saw that you were looking at some purses the other day and didn't know which one to buy, so i just bought them all for you.'

kim seonwoo ( 김선우 )

୨୧ 𓂂 ˳ who is always by your side. no matter where you are, he is close by. never too far away but willing to move away if you ask him to. he makes sure that you never feel alone or left out.

what better way to enjoy a hot day than with ice cream? so you quickly tell the guys that you're going to buy some. just as you are about to leave, a hand on your wrist stops you in your tracks. it slowly slides down your arm and takes your hand. your gaze wanders to the person next to you, sunoo. his face is flushed and his lips are formed into a smile as he says, "i'll come with you".

yang jungwon ( 양정원 )

୨୧ 𓂂 ˳ who always looks at you and listens intently. he is happy that you are comfortable enough to tell him about your day, to tell him your secrets and that you can both talk freely about all topics without fear of being judged by the other.

his eyes are on yours, which are sparkling because you are telling him about your successes today. jungwon notices your hand that constantly widly gesticulates, trying to make sense of what the hell you were trying to tell him, as he listens to you rant about some random topic. a grin crosses his face, which interrupts your speech. confused, you tilt your head to the side, quietly asking why he's suddenly laughing. jungwon's eyes stare deeply into yours, his hand comes up to your face to tuck some strands behind your ear, you lean into his touch as he cups your cheek. "i missed you."

nishimura riki ( 西村リキ )

୨୧ 𓂂 ˳ who is protective over you. he always keeps an eye on you, even if it's from afar. you just need to call him and he'll be by your side. even though he doesn’t really like pda, he likes holding your hand or putting his arm around your shoulder. especially if someone tries to get close to you.

flickering lights, loud music and the heady smell of sweat and alcohol, all mingling with the constant murmur of voices. a typical frat party. you're sitting bored at the bar, swaying your glass back and forth while you wait for your friends who are having the time of their lives on the dance floor. a sudden tap on your shoulder makes you turn around. there stands a guy about your age with a friendly smile. he introduces himself and says something along the lines of how you looked like you needed a drink, and then he hands you one. just as your were about to decline, a person behind you grabs your waist and pulls you back into their arms. niki's signature cologne fills your nostrils as he grabs the glass from your hand and sets it on the bar. "she doesn’t like that drink," niki says firmly, staring down the stranger. without waiting for a response, he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you with him, out of the crowd.

© jun9w0n - do not copy, translate or steal my works.

[jun9w0n]

☆ ENHYPEN HYUNG LINE AND THEIR TROPES

─or in other words, how they fall for you.

( N𝒪T𝑒𝓈. ) enhypen as romance tropes. fluff. kinda suggestive. fem!reader. 3218 words. PLS REBLOG .ᐟ

☆ 이희승 ─ LEE HEESEUNG ; ( bestfriends!brother )

You had known Heeseung for years, ever since your best friend, Yeji, introduced you during your high school years. Initially, Heeseung was just Yeji’s older brother, someone you admired from a distance as you tagged along with Yeji on countless family gatherings. But as time passed, you found herself drawn to him in ways you couldn’t quite understand. It wasn’t just his charming smile or his easygoing personality; it was something deeper, something that ignited a spark within you whenever he was around.

Over the years, your feelings for Heeseung grew quietly, like a vine creeping up a wall, until they enveloped you entirely. You found yourself stealing glances at him when you thought no one was looking, noticing the way his eyes crinkled when he laughed and the way his fingers effortlessly danced across the piano keys during family gatherings.

But you knew better than to entertain these feelings. Heeseung was Yeji’s brother, off-limits in every sense of the word. You tried to bury your desires deep within you, to ignore the butterflies that fluttered in your stomach whenever he was near. You reminded yourself that he was forbidden fruit, tempting but ultimately untouchable.

Rubbing your eyes tiredly, you stand up from Yeji‘s bed and make your way towards the door of her dorm room. The hallway floor squeaks under your feet as you make your way downstairs towards the kitchen. Your throat is dry, begging for water.

Quietly, you tiptoe through the dark kitchen. You grab a glass and turn on the sink, allowing it to fill. The water runs through your lips as you gulp the cool liquid, refreshing your insides. But a deep voice behind you causes you to jump, spilling water over your shirt.

"Couldn‘t sleep?"

You turn around, facing a tired and half-naked Heeseung leaning against the door frame, arms crossed. His dark brown hair is tousled, his broad shoulders on display. He has his signature smirk, looking at you with heavy lids.

"Yeah, you could say that. What about you tho?" you ask, trying not to stare at his body.

He shrugs, "I can’t sleep when im stressed. And I have a lot to think about."

Heeseung comes towards you, leaning against the kitchen counter next to you. His fingers brush against yours as he takes the glass from your hands. You watch as he brings the glass to his lips, drinking the remaining water in one gulp.

The scene is strangely intimate, and you wonder if Heeseung is aware of the effect he has on you, the way his mere presence makes you nervous.

He sets the empty glass on the counter, his eyes never leaving yours.

"So what's bothering you?" you ask, curiosity getting the better of you.

Heeseung's smile fades, and his expression becomes serious. "It‘s you," he says quietly.

Your heartbeat quickens, and you're not sure if you heard him correctly. "Me?"

Heeseung steps closer, the distance between you almost non-existent. His fingers trace the side of your face, sending goosebumps down your spine.

"You're driving me crazy," he whispers, his breath warm against your lips.

Before you can respond, Heeseung closes the gap between you, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss. You gasp, overwhelmed by the suddenness of it all.

Heeseung's hands rest on your hips, pulling you close as his lips move against yours. The taste of him is intoxicating, and you feel lightheaded as his tongue explores your mouth.

You cling to his broad shoulders, feeling his muscles flex beneath your fingers. His kiss is fierce and hungry, a culmination of the desire that has been building between you for so long.

You slightly pull back, "Hee, we can’t, not here. Yeji is still awake. We shouldn’t…"

"Fuck her, I need you." Heeseung whispers before pulling you in again for a kiss.

☆ 박종성 ─ PARK JONGSEONG ; ( enemies to lovers )

Galas are a spectacle of elegance and grandeur, set in a magnificent ballroom adored with sparkling chandeliers. The air is filled with the scent of fragrant flowers and the soft murmur of conversation as guests mingle. Attendees are dressed in their finest attire, with women adorned in flowing gowns of silk and satin, and men resplendent in tailored tuxedos and polished shoes. Each step echoes against the marble floors, adding to the atmosphere of sophistication and refinement. Nothing could ruin such a perfect evening, right?

"You again?"

Wrong.

The voice comes from behind you, its familiar tone dripping with disdain. You don't even need to turn around to know who it is. He is the only person who could possibly manage to bring you down so effortlessly. Your shoulders drop, and a heavy sigh escapes your lips. Of course he is here. Jay Park.

Ever since your first encounter, the two of you have been like magnets, repelling each other at every turn. Probably because of your parents constant rivalry and their inability to play nice, the two of you had grown up hating each other. It didn't help that he was the most obnoxious, annoying, and irritating person you have ever had the displeasure of meeting.

Despite his good looks and impeccable style, he is the farthest thing from a gentleman, always quick to make a snide remark or a sarcastic comment. It seems like no matter where you go, he is always there, ready to get under your skin. You try to avoid him as much as possible, but it is inevitable, as you are both members of the elite class, attending the same parties and events.

It seems like tonight is no exception.

"You just can't seem to stay away from me, can you?" He continues, moving to stand in front of you.

Up close, he is even more infuriatingly handsome, with his dark hair swept back and his signature smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. His eyes roam over your body, taking in your figure and outfit.

"I was having a good time before I saw you." You reply cooly, doing your best to hide the annoyance that is bubbling inside of you.

You can see the glint of amusement in his eyes, knowing full well that his presence is affecting you. He takes a step closer, invading your personal space and making you painfully aware of how close he is, and the intoxicating scent of his cologne.

"I'm sure you were. But now that I'm here, why don't you tell me what you think of my suit?"

As much as you want to ignore him and walk away, you can't help but take the bait. It is a beautiful suit, tailored to fit him perfectly, and you have to admit, he does look good. Too good, in fact.

You give him a cursory glance, and you can see the triumphant look on his face, clearly satisfied with the effect he has on you. You try not to let it get to your head.

"It's okay, I guess." You shrug, feigning nonchalance.

His grin widens, and he takes another step closer, his hand reaching out to caress the fabric of your dress. "Such a pretty liar. This dress, on the other hand, is absolutely stunning."

You feel a blush creeping up your neck at his compliment, and the way his gaze lingers on you. You try to ignore the flutter in your chest, blaming it on the champagne.

He tilts his head, his fingers tracing along the line of your collarbone. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you're trying to impress someone."

Your breath catches in your throat at his touch, and the intensity of his gaze. The tips of his fingers are searing against your skin, and you can't help but think about how his hands would feel on other parts of your body. You swallow hard, trying to keep your composure.

"And if I am? What's it to you?"

His eyes narrow, his expression suddenly serious. Jay leans in, his lips ghosting over your ear, his warm breath sending a shiver down your spine.

"Do you really think anyone here could possibly deserve you?" He murmurs.

You open your mouth to respond, but he doesn't give you a chance. He pulls back, his gaze never leaving yours, his fingers trailing down the length of your arm.

"The only one who could possibly match your beauty and grace is me, doll."

His words are a mixture of arrogance and sincerity, and you can't deny the way they affect you. You can't believe you're actually entertaining the idea, but there is something about his confidence, and the way he makes you feel, that makes you want to play along.

"Shut up, Park." You roll your eyes, but your lips betray you, the corners twitching into a smile. You can't help it, his playful teasing is too irresistible.

Jay laughs, the sound deep and rich, and your heart flutters in your chest. You're in trouble, you realize, but there's no going back now.

"Make me."

With that, you finally give in to the temptation, and press your lips against his. Jay Park is an arrogant asshole, and you hate him. But you can't deny the tension between the two of you, the way his touch makes you feel alive. And as his arms wrap around your waist and his lips capture yours, you can't help but sigh at the feeling of his body pressed against yours, and the promise of more.

You pull back, breathless and flushed, but he has other plans. He presses his lips against your neck, leaving a trail of hot kisses that makes you weak in the knees. His hands roam over your body, exploring every inch of you, and you can't help but arch into his touch, craving more. Until his lips are back on yours, his tongue tracing the seam of your lips, seeking entrance, and you give in, completely surrendering to him.

When he finally breaks the kiss, you're both panting. He rests his forehead against yours, a grin playing on his lips, "You better kill me soon because it‘s the only way you will ever be able to keep me away, doll."

☆ 심재윤 ─ SIM JAEYUN ; ( friends to lovers )

Jake and you strolled down the familiar streets, the crisp autumn air swirling around you. You had been best friends since childhood, your bond growing stronger with each passing year. Today, you found yourselves heading towards your favorite café, a cozy spot you had been frequenting for years.

As Jake pushes open the café door, the warm aroma of freshly brewed coffee envelopes you. You exchange knowing smiles, your eyes sparkling with shared memories. The barista, a friendly boy you had come to know well, greets you with a cheerful hello.

Jake leans against the counter, pretending to peruse the menu above the barista as you place your order. He can‘t help but notice the way the barista‘s eyes linger a little too long on you, his smile widens just a touch too far. As you chat with the boy, Jake‘s stomach twist with jealousy. He knows you're just your usual friendly self, but the way the barista flirts back makes his blood boil.

As you settle into your usual corner table, you glance at your best friend, noticing the subtle tension in his expression. "Are you okay, Jakey?"

Jake forces a smile. "Yeah, just tired," he mumbles, avoiding your gaze as he fiddles with the sugar packets on the table. You study him for a moment, sensing something is amiss, but decide not to press further. You know Jake well enough to give him space when he needs it.

Your conversation flows effortlessly as you sip on your coffee, the familiar comfort of each other's presence wrapping you like a cozy blanket. Jake can't help but steal glances at you, admiring the way the afternoon sun casts a golden glow around your silhouette. You had always been beautiful, but today, something about you seemed different, almost ethereal. His heart fluttered with the realization that he was hopelessly in love with you.

Jake claers his throat nervously, his heart racing as he tries to summon the courage to finally tell you how he feels. You look up at him, meeting his gaze. "Come with me, I want to show you something," Jake says, his voice soft. You nod, curious and excited as you follow him out the café.

The leaves crunch under your feet as you wander down the sidewalk, the streets quiet and still. Jake guides you down an alley, his hand lightly resting on the small of your back. The familiar scent of his cologne envelops you, making your heart skip a beat.

Jake stops at a sea, where the gentle waves kiss the shore. His heart pounds with nervous anticipation as he leads you to a bench. The sky is ablaze with hues of pink, orange, and gold, casting a magical glow over the world around them. It‘s a sight that never fails to take your breath away, a spectacle of mother nature's beauty that mirror the depth oh his feelings for you.

You both sit in silence for a few moments, taking in the splendor around you. "I wanted to bring you here because it makes me think of you. I've never seen anything more beautiful than the way the sunset colors the sky. And the way the ocean waves crash against the shore...it's like music to my ears. You're like a sunset, and I'm the ocean. We compliment each other perfectly. When I'm around you, I feel complete. I always have, ever since we were kids. I've known since the day I met you that you were the one for me." Jake confesses as he gazes at you, his voice barely a whisper. His eyes are filled with such raw emotion, the depths of his feelings laid bare for you to see.

You are speechless, his words echoing in your head. Your heart is racing, overwhelmed by the intensity of his confession. He carefully takes your hand in his, lacing his fingers with yours. The warmth of his touch sends tingles down your spine. "I've loved you since the day we met. I've been too afraid to tell you, scared that I'd lose our friendship if I said anything. But I can't keep it a secret anymore. I can't hide my feelings, not from you. I've spent my entire life loving you, and I want to spend the rest of my life doing the same."

"Jakey," you whisper, voice trembling as you reach out to cup his cheek. "I love you too. I alway have."

Tears of joy spring to his eyes, his heart overflowing with emotion. Jake gently leans in, closing the distance between you, his lips softly brushing yours. You kiss him back, his touch sending a wave of warmth through your body. Jake wraps his arms around you, pulling you close, and you melt into his embrace. After a few moments, Jake breaks the kiss, smiling brightly as he brushes a lock of hair behind your ear.

☆ 이희승 ─ PARK SUNGHOON ; ( rivals to lovers )

In the world of competitive ice skating, Sunghoon and you were known as the fiercest of rivals. Your rivalry was legendary, each pushing the other to greater heights with every elegant spin and daring jump. Your names were whispered in awe and admiration in ice rinks around the globe.

Sunghoon was a vision on the ice, with his effortless grace and precise movements captivating audiences and judges alike. You, on the other hand, were a force to be reckoned with, your fiery passion and determination shining through in every performance. Your rivalry was fueled by a mutual desire for greatness, each determined to outshine the other and claim victory on the ice.

Your coach, sensing the tension between you, decided to take a bold step. With the upcoming Cup of Champions looming on the horizon, he announced that Sunghoon and you would be paired together for the ice dance competition. At first, both of you were opposed, your rivalry too deeply ingrained to imagine dancing together as partners. But as the two of you began to rehearse your routine, something unexpected happened. As you glided across the ice in perfect harmony, your gazes met, and for the first time, you saw each other not as rivals, but as equals. There was a spark between you, an undeniable chemistry that ignited with each graceful movement. Your rivalry melted away, replaced by a growing sense of admiration and respect for one another.

With each practice session, your connection grew stronger, your movements becoming more fluid and synchronized. You danced as if you were two halves of a whole, your bodies moving as one in a mesmerizing display of passion and artistry.

When the day of the competition finally arrived, Sunghoon and you were filled with nervous excitement. You knew that your performance would determine not only your fate on the ice, but also your relationship with each other. As the music began, the two of you moved in perfect unison, each step and turn executed with breathtaking precision. His gaze never left yours as the two of you twirled and leapt across the ice, creating a spectacle unlike anything the audience had ever seen.

Sunghoon comes closer, preparing for the next stunt, and you feel the tension between you rise. His eyes are focused on you, his expression intense, and you can't help but be drawn to him. He reaches out for you, and you take his hand, the connection between you electrifying. His body moves against yours, his movements both powerful and delicate, and you are swept away by the intensity of it all.

As the music becomes slower, Sunghoon holds you close, his breath hot against your neck.

"I never imagined dancing with you could feel so… right," He whispers, his voice filled with emotion as he pulls you even closer.

But before you can respond, the music picks up again, and the final movements of the routine demand your attention. Sunghoon's arms are strong around you, as he slowly lifts you up, your bodies pressed together as you glide across the ice. The audience is on their feet, their cheers echoing through the stadium, but all you can focus on is the man in front of you, his stare filled with an emotion you can't quite name. His beautiful brown eyes are shining under the bright lights.

"I never thought I‘d say this, but I‘m glad we were paired together," you confess, a small smile gracing your lips as he sets you down gently.

You are both breathing heavily, your chests rising and falling as you catch your breath. The crowd is chanting your names, and you can't help but laugh softly. Sunghoon grabs your arm, turning you towards him, his expression serious.

You look at him, his eyes filled with a fire that makes your heart race. He cups your face in his hand, his touch sending shivers down your spine. With a deep sigh, he leans forward, capturing your lips in a kiss. It is tender, yet passionate, and you melt into him, your hands tangling in his hair.

The kiss is a promise, a commitment to a new beginning. And well let‘s just say the audience made sure to cheer extra loud. Tonight you left the arena with a trophy in one hand and with Sunghoon in the other.

© jun9w0n - do not copy, translate or steal my works.

[jun9w0n]

☆ ENHYPEN HYUNG LINE AND THEIR TROPES

─or in other words, how they fall for you.

( N𝒪T𝑒𝓈. ) enhypen as romance tropes. fluff. kinda suggestive. fem!reader. 3218 words. PLS REBLOG .ᐟ

☆ 이희승 ─ LEE HEESEUNG ; ( bestfriends!brother )

You had known Heeseung for years, ever since your best friend, Yeji, introduced you during your high school years. Initially, Heeseung was just Yeji’s older brother, someone you admired from a distance as you tagged along with Yeji on countless family gatherings. But as time passed, you found herself drawn to him in ways you couldn’t quite understand. It wasn’t just his charming smile or his easygoing personality; it was something deeper, something that ignited a spark within you whenever he was around.

Over the years, your feelings for Heeseung grew quietly, like a vine creeping up a wall, until they enveloped you entirely. You found yourself stealing glances at him when you thought no one was looking, noticing the way his eyes crinkled when he laughed and the way his fingers effortlessly danced across the piano keys during family gatherings.

But you knew better than to entertain these feelings. Heeseung was Yeji’s brother, off-limits in every sense of the word. You tried to bury your desires deep within you, to ignore the butterflies that fluttered in your stomach whenever he was near. You reminded yourself that he was forbidden fruit, tempting but ultimately untouchable.

Rubbing your eyes tiredly, you stand up from Yeji‘s bed and make your way towards the door of her dorm room. The hallway floor squeaks under your feet as you make your way downstairs towards the kitchen. Your throat is dry, begging for water.

Quietly, you tiptoe through the dark kitchen. You grab a glass and turn on the sink, allowing it to fill. The water runs through your lips as you gulp the cool liquid, refreshing your insides. But a deep voice behind you causes you to jump, spilling water over your shirt.

"Couldn‘t sleep?"

You turn around, facing a tired and half-naked Heeseung leaning against the door frame, arms crossed. His dark brown hair is tousled, his broad shoulders on display. He has his signature smirk, looking at you with heavy lids.

"Yeah, you could say that. What about you tho?" you ask, trying not to stare at his body.

He shrugs, "I can’t sleep when im stressed. And I have a lot to think about."

Heeseung comes towards you, leaning against the kitchen counter next to you. His fingers brush against yours as he takes the glass from your hands. You watch as he brings the glass to his lips, drinking the remaining water in one gulp.

The scene is strangely intimate, and you wonder if Heeseung is aware of the effect he has on you, the way his mere presence makes you nervous.

He sets the empty glass on the counter, his eyes never leaving yours.

"So what's bothering you?" you ask, curiosity getting the better of you.

Heeseung's smile fades, and his expression becomes serious. "It‘s you," he says quietly.

Your heartbeat quickens, and you're not sure if you heard him correctly. "Me?"

Heeseung steps closer, the distance between you almost non-existent. His fingers trace the side of your face, sending goosebumps down your spine.

"You're driving me crazy," he whispers, his breath warm against your lips.

Before you can respond, Heeseung closes the gap between you, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss. You gasp, overwhelmed by the suddenness of it all.

Heeseung's hands rest on your hips, pulling you close as his lips move against yours. The taste of him is intoxicating, and you feel lightheaded as his tongue explores your mouth.

You cling to his broad shoulders, feeling his muscles flex beneath your fingers. His kiss is fierce and hungry, a culmination of the desire that has been building between you for so long.

You slightly pull back, "Hee, we can’t, not here. Yeji is still awake. We shouldn’t…"

"Fuck her, I need you." Heeseung whispers before pulling you in again for a kiss.

☆ 박종성 ─ PARK JONGSEONG ; ( enemies to lovers )

Galas are a spectacle of elegance and grandeur, set in a magnificent ballroom adored with sparkling chandeliers. The air is filled with the scent of fragrant flowers and the soft murmur of conversation as guests mingle. Attendees are dressed in their finest attire, with women adorned in flowing gowns of silk and satin, and men resplendent in tailored tuxedos and polished shoes. Each step echoes against the marble floors, adding to the atmosphere of sophistication and refinement. Nothing could ruin such a perfect evening, right?

"You again?"

Wrong.

The voice comes from behind you, its familiar tone dripping with disdain. You don't even need to turn around to know who it is. He is the only person who could possibly manage to bring you down so effortlessly. Your shoulders drop, and a heavy sigh escapes your lips. Of course he is here. Jay Park.

Ever since your first encounter, the two of you have been like magnets, repelling each other at every turn. Probably because of your parents constant rivalry and their inability to play nice, the two of you had grown up hating each other. It didn't help that he was the most obnoxious, annoying, and irritating person you have ever had the displeasure of meeting.

Despite his good looks and impeccable style, he is the farthest thing from a gentleman, always quick to make a snide remark or a sarcastic comment. It seems like no matter where you go, he is always there, ready to get under your skin. You try to avoid him as much as possible, but it is inevitable, as you are both members of the elite class, attending the same parties and events.

It seems like tonight is no exception.

"You just can't seem to stay away from me, can you?" He continues, moving to stand in front of you.

Up close, he is even more infuriatingly handsome, with his dark hair swept back and his signature smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. His eyes roam over your body, taking in your figure and outfit.

"I was having a good time before I saw you." You reply cooly, doing your best to hide the annoyance that is bubbling inside of you.

You can see the glint of amusement in his eyes, knowing full well that his presence is affecting you. He takes a step closer, invading your personal space and making you painfully aware of how close he is, and the intoxicating scent of his cologne.

"I'm sure you were. But now that I'm here, why don't you tell me what you think of my suit?"

As much as you want to ignore him and walk away, you can't help but take the bait. It is a beautiful suit, tailored to fit him perfectly, and you have to admit, he does look good. Too good, in fact.

You give him a cursory glance, and you can see the triumphant look on his face, clearly satisfied with the effect he has on you. You try not to let it get to your head.

"It's okay, I guess." You shrug, feigning nonchalance.

His grin widens, and he takes another step closer, his hand reaching out to caress the fabric of your dress. "Such a pretty liar. This dress, on the other hand, is absolutely stunning."

You feel a blush creeping up your neck at his compliment, and the way his gaze lingers on you. You try to ignore the flutter in your chest, blaming it on the champagne.

He tilts his head, his fingers tracing along the line of your collarbone. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you're trying to impress someone."

Your breath catches in your throat at his touch, and the intensity of his gaze. The tips of his fingers are searing against your skin, and you can't help but think about how his hands would feel on other parts of your body. You swallow hard, trying to keep your composure.

"And if I am? What's it to you?"

His eyes narrow, his expression suddenly serious. Jay leans in, his lips ghosting over your ear, his warm breath sending a shiver down your spine.

"Do you really think anyone here could possibly deserve you?" He murmurs.

You open your mouth to respond, but he doesn't give you a chance. He pulls back, his gaze never leaving yours, his fingers trailing down the length of your arm.

"The only one who could possibly match your beauty and grace is me, doll."

His words are a mixture of arrogance and sincerity, and you can't deny the way they affect you. You can't believe you're actually entertaining the idea, but there is something about his confidence, and the way he makes you feel, that makes you want to play along.

"Shut up, Park." You roll your eyes, but your lips betray you, the corners twitching into a smile. You can't help it, his playful teasing is too irresistible.

Jay laughs, the sound deep and rich, and your heart flutters in your chest. You're in trouble, you realize, but there's no going back now.

"Make me."

With that, you finally give in to the temptation, and press your lips against his. Jay Park is an arrogant asshole, and you hate him. But you can't deny the tension between the two of you, the way his touch makes you feel alive. And as his arms wrap around your waist and his lips capture yours, you can't help but sigh at the feeling of his body pressed against yours, and the promise of more.

You pull back, breathless and flushed, but he has other plans. He presses his lips against your neck, leaving a trail of hot kisses that makes you weak in the knees. His hands roam over your body, exploring every inch of you, and you can't help but arch into his touch, craving more. Until his lips are back on yours, his tongue tracing the seam of your lips, seeking entrance, and you give in, completely surrendering to him.

When he finally breaks the kiss, you're both panting. He rests his forehead against yours, a grin playing on his lips, "You better kill me soon because it‘s the only way you will ever be able to keep me away, doll."

☆ 심재윤 ─ SIM JAEYUN ; ( friends to lovers )

Jake and you strolled down the familiar streets, the crisp autumn air swirling around you. You had been best friends since childhood, your bond growing stronger with each passing year. Today, you found yourselves heading towards your favorite café, a cozy spot you had been frequenting for years.

As Jake pushes open the café door, the warm aroma of freshly brewed coffee envelopes you. You exchange knowing smiles, your eyes sparkling with shared memories. The barista, a friendly boy you had come to know well, greets you with a cheerful hello.

Jake leans against the counter, pretending to peruse the menu above the barista as you place your order. He can‘t help but notice the way the barista‘s eyes linger a little too long on you, his smile widens just a touch too far. As you chat with the boy, Jake‘s stomach twist with jealousy. He knows you're just your usual friendly self, but the way the barista flirts back makes his blood boil.

As you settle into your usual corner table, you glance at your best friend, noticing the subtle tension in his expression. "Are you okay, Jakey?"

Jake forces a smile. "Yeah, just tired," he mumbles, avoiding your gaze as he fiddles with the sugar packets on the table. You study him for a moment, sensing something is amiss, but decide not to press further. You know Jake well enough to give him space when he needs it.

Your conversation flows effortlessly as you sip on your coffee, the familiar comfort of each other's presence wrapping you like a cozy blanket. Jake can't help but steal glances at you, admiring the way the afternoon sun casts a golden glow around your silhouette. You had always been beautiful, but today, something about you seemed different, almost ethereal. His heart fluttered with the realization that he was hopelessly in love with you.

Jake claers his throat nervously, his heart racing as he tries to summon the courage to finally tell you how he feels. You look up at him, meeting his gaze. "Come with me, I want to show you something," Jake says, his voice soft. You nod, curious and excited as you follow him out the café.

The leaves crunch under your feet as you wander down the sidewalk, the streets quiet and still. Jake guides you down an alley, his hand lightly resting on the small of your back. The familiar scent of his cologne envelops you, making your heart skip a beat.

Jake stops at a sea, where the gentle waves kiss the shore. His heart pounds with nervous anticipation as he leads you to a bench. The sky is ablaze with hues of pink, orange, and gold, casting a magical glow over the world around them. It‘s a sight that never fails to take your breath away, a spectacle of mother nature's beauty that mirror the depth oh his feelings for you.

You both sit in silence for a few moments, taking in the splendor around you. "I wanted to bring you here because it makes me think of you. I've never seen anything more beautiful than the way the sunset colors the sky. And the way the ocean waves crash against the shore...it's like music to my ears. You're like a sunset, and I'm the ocean. We compliment each other perfectly. When I'm around you, I feel complete. I always have, ever since we were kids. I've known since the day I met you that you were the one for me." Jake confesses as he gazes at you, his voice barely a whisper. His eyes are filled with such raw emotion, the depths of his feelings laid bare for you to see.

You are speechless, his words echoing in your head. Your heart is racing, overwhelmed by the intensity of his confession. He carefully takes your hand in his, lacing his fingers with yours. The warmth of his touch sends tingles down your spine. "I've loved you since the day we met. I've been too afraid to tell you, scared that I'd lose our friendship if I said anything. But I can't keep it a secret anymore. I can't hide my feelings, not from you. I've spent my entire life loving you, and I want to spend the rest of my life doing the same."

"Jakey," you whisper, voice trembling as you reach out to cup his cheek. "I love you too. I alway have."

Tears of joy spring to his eyes, his heart overflowing with emotion. Jake gently leans in, closing the distance between you, his lips softly brushing yours. You kiss him back, his touch sending a wave of warmth through your body. Jake wraps his arms around you, pulling you close, and you melt into his embrace. After a few moments, Jake breaks the kiss, smiling brightly as he brushes a lock of hair behind your ear.

☆ 이희승 ─ PARK SUNGHOON ; ( rivals to lovers )

In the world of competitive ice skating, Sunghoon and you were known as the fiercest of rivals. Your rivalry was legendary, each pushing the other to greater heights with every elegant spin and daring jump. Your names were whispered in awe and admiration in ice rinks around the globe.

Sunghoon was a vision on the ice, with his effortless grace and precise movements captivating audiences and judges alike. You, on the other hand, were a force to be reckoned with, your fiery passion and determination shining through in every performance. Your rivalry was fueled by a mutual desire for greatness, each determined to outshine the other and claim victory on the ice.

Your coach, sensing the tension between you, decided to take a bold step. With the upcoming Cup of Champions looming on the horizon, he announced that Sunghoon and you would be paired together for the ice dance competition. At first, both of you were opposed, your rivalry too deeply ingrained to imagine dancing together as partners. But as the two of you began to rehearse your routine, something unexpected happened. As you glided across the ice in perfect harmony, your gazes met, and for the first time, you saw each other not as rivals, but as equals. There was a spark between you, an undeniable chemistry that ignited with each graceful movement. Your rivalry melted away, replaced by a growing sense of admiration and respect for one another.

With each practice session, your connection grew stronger, your movements becoming more fluid and synchronized. You danced as if you were two halves of a whole, your bodies moving as one in a mesmerizing display of passion and artistry.

When the day of the competition finally arrived, Sunghoon and you were filled with nervous excitement. You knew that your performance would determine not only your fate on the ice, but also your relationship with each other. As the music began, the two of you moved in perfect unison, each step and turn executed with breathtaking precision. His gaze never left yours as the two of you twirled and leapt across the ice, creating a spectacle unlike anything the audience had ever seen.

Sunghoon comes closer, preparing for the next stunt, and you feel the tension between you rise. His eyes are focused on you, his expression intense, and you can't help but be drawn to him. He reaches out for you, and you take his hand, the connection between you electrifying. His body moves against yours, his movements both powerful and delicate, and you are swept away by the intensity of it all.

As the music becomes slower, Sunghoon holds you close, his breath hot against your neck.

"I never imagined dancing with you could feel so… right," He whispers, his voice filled with emotion as he pulls you even closer.

But before you can respond, the music picks up again, and the final movements of the routine demand your attention. Sunghoon's arms are strong around you, as he slowly lifts you up, your bodies pressed together as you glide across the ice. The audience is on their feet, their cheers echoing through the stadium, but all you can focus on is the man in front of you, his stare filled with an emotion you can't quite name. His beautiful brown eyes are shining under the bright lights.

"I never thought I‘d say this, but I‘m glad we were paired together," you confess, a small smile gracing your lips as he sets you down gently.

You are both breathing heavily, your chests rising and falling as you catch your breath. The crowd is chanting your names, and you can't help but laugh softly. Sunghoon grabs your arm, turning you towards him, his expression serious.

You look at him, his eyes filled with a fire that makes your heart race. He cups your face in his hand, his touch sending shivers down your spine. With a deep sigh, he leans forward, capturing your lips in a kiss. It is tender, yet passionate, and you melt into him, your hands tangling in his hair.

The kiss is a promise, a commitment to a new beginning. And well let‘s just say the audience made sure to cheer extra loud. Tonight you left the arena with a trophy in one hand and with Sunghoon in the other.

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