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⊹ ˚𓈒 ⭑ ENHYPEN WHEN YOU KISS THEM EVERYWHERE BUT THEIR LIPS

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𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆 (이희승)

heeseung's breath hitches when you start placing soft kisses along his jawline, trailing them down to his neck and up to his cheeks. his eyes flutter shut, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips as you continue teasing him, avoiding the one place he desperately wants you to kiss. "baby, you're killing me," he murmurs, his voice a soft plea. he tightens his hold on you, trying to gently guide your lips to his, but you playfully pull back, earning a light whine from him. "please, just one," he whispers, his eyes opening to meet yours, filled with warmth and longing. finally, you give in, pressing a tender kiss to his lips

rest of the members below !!

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐉𝐀𝐘 (박종성)

jay chuckles softly as your lips brush across his forehead, down to his temples, and over his cheeks, but never quite reaching his lips. "baby, what are you up to?" he asks, his voice laced with amusement. he tilts his head, trying to catch your lips with his, but you playfully dodge, planting another kiss on the tip of his nose instead. his eyes twinkle with mischief as he lets out a small sigh, pretending to be exasperated. "you’re really testing me, huh?" he whispers, his hands gently cupping your face as he finally catches you, bringing your lips to his. the kiss is soft and sweet, and when you pull back, jay grins, his eyes shining with affection. "that’s more like it," he murmurs, resting his forehead against yours, completely wrapped up in you.

𝐒𝐈𝐌 𝐉𝐀𝐊𝐄 (심재윤)

jake lets out a soft, surprised laugh as your lips skim across his forehead, then his nose, and down to his chin, deliberately avoiding his lips. "really, baby?" he murmurs, his voice tinged with playful frustration. he watches you with a pout forming on his lips, his hands gently squeezing your waist as you continue your little game. "you’re being mean," he whispers, though the smile in his eyes gives him away. each time he leans in, hoping to finally kiss you, you dodge, planting a kiss somewhere else instead, making him chuckle despite himself. "c’mon, just one," he pleads softly, his tone almost begging. when you finally brush your lips against his, jake instantly deepens the kiss, holding you close as he hums in contentment. "that’s what i’ve been waiting for, my pretty girl," he says, smiling against your lips

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐍 (박성훈)

you’re teasing him again, and he knows it, but that doesn’t stop the smile tugging at the corners of his lips. you start with a soft kiss on his cheek, then another on his forehead, trailing down to his jawline. “baby,” he murmurs, his voice low and laced with amusement, “you’re driving me crazy.” you giggle, pressing a kiss to the tip of his nose, watching as his eyes flutter shut, waiting for the kiss he’s really craving. but when your lips land on his chin instead, he lets out a dramatic sigh, opening his eyes to give you a playful glare. “are you going to kiss me for real, or should i beg for it?” he teases, his hand gently cupping your face, pulling you closer. you finally give in, brushing your lips against his in a tender kiss that leaves him grinning like a lovesick fool.

𝐊𝐈𝐌 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐎𝐎 (김선우)

sunoo’s pout deepens with each kiss you place everywhere but his lips. you start with a soft kiss on his cheek, then move to his forehead, and finally, a quick peck on his nose. “yah,” he mumbles, half-amused, half-frustrated, “are you doing this on purpose?” you smile innocently, pressing another kiss to his temple, ignoring his growing pout. he huffs, crossing his arms in mock annoyance, but the way his eyes soften every time your lips meet his skin gives him away. “baby, you’re teasing me,” he whines, leaning closer, his eyes practically begging you to close the gap. but you just chuckle, brushing your lips across his jaw instead. he groans, dropping his head onto your shoulder in defeat, mumbling, “you’re so mean,” though the fondness in his voice tells you he doesn’t really mind at all.

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐖𝐎𝐍 (양정원)

jungwon smiles as you press soft kisses to his cheeks, his forehead, even the tip of his nose. “what are you doing, baby?” he asks, as he watches you with adoring eyes. you hum in response, moving to kiss the corners of his mouth, teasingly close to his lips but never quite there. his hands find your waist, holding you gently as he chuckles, “you’re driving me crazy, you know that?” you grin, leaning in as if to finally kiss his lips, only to kiss his chin instead. he groans playfully, pulling you closer, “c’mon, sweetheart, just one kiss?” but you keep up the game, kissing everywhere but his lips, until he’s so flustered that he finally cups your face and pulls you in, catching your lips in a lingering kiss that leaves you both smiling against each other.

𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐀 𝐑𝐈𝐊𝐈 (西村力)

riki’s eyes narrow as you kiss his forehead, cheeks, and jaw, avoiding his lips on purpose. “oh, so that’s how it’s gonna be?” he asks, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. you just grin, moving to kiss his nose, and he rolls his eyes, clearly onto your game. “you’re really teasing me, huh, baby?” he murmurs, his voice full of amusement. he waits, watching as you hover close to his lips but pull back at the last second, giggling. “alright, enough,” he finally says, his hands suddenly pulling you in with a quick, smooth motion, catching you off guard as he presses his lips to yours, ending the teasing with a kiss that leaves you breathless and laughing into it.

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LOVE-STRUCK ★ WHEN THEY'RE DRUNK

𝐎𝐑 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 ᪲ 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝖿 𝗂'𝗆 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝖻𝖾 𝖽𝗋𝗎𝗇𝗄, 𝗂 𝗆𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝖾 𝖽𝗋𝗎𝗇𝗄 𝗂𝗇 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾

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

다니 ⦂ hope you guys enjoy, some of jake's part was inspired by this one scene in a book TT if you know you know..

LEE HEESEUNG

heeseung’s warm hands are all over you the second you open the door—so very drunk, his grin crooked as he sways a little. “baby,” he slurs, eyes glassy but glowing, “you’re so pretty… fuck, you’re so, so pretty.” he cups your face with both hands like you’re made of porcelain, thumbs brushing your cheeks, and then suddenly you’re in his lap, your knees pressed to either side of his thighs as he nuzzles your neck. “how’d i get so lucky, huh?” he mumbles, lips brushing your jaw as he breathes you in. “my pretty baby. mine.” he keeps whispering, eyes half-lidded and adoring, fingers tracing your waist just to feel you close. every few seconds, he pulls back to look at you again, smitten, then leans in with a pout. “kiss? just one? okay, maybe five. or ten. god, i love you.”

PARK JAY

you know jay is drunk and you can tell—eyes darker than usual, jaw clenched, one arm locked tight around your waist like he’s staking a claim. he’s still your gentleman—just a little clingier, a little more flushed, and ten times more possessive. every time someone glances at you for too long, he narrows his eyes, pulling you closer until there’s no space left. “do i need to fight someone or what, baby?” you roll your eyes but he’s already cupping your face, kissing you hard, possessive, hot. you gasp against his mouth and he grins. “you’re too pretty,” he says like it’s your fault, pressing his forehead to yours. “can’t help it if everyone wants you. but they’re not getting you. ever.”

SIM JAKE

you don’t even know how the conversation got here, but jake’s leaning against the hallway wall, flushed cheeks and the dumbest, softest smile you’ve ever seen, eyes half-lidded. “jake,” you murmur mid-sentence, and he immediately groans, tilting his head back. “god, i love it when you say my name,” he slurs, all dreamy and gone for, like you’ve just said the most profound thing in the world.. “how the fuck did i get so lucky,” he mumbles under his breath, more to himself than you, but loud enough to make your heart lurch. he grins again, stupid and in love. “seriously. i must’ve saved a country in my past life or something.”

PARK SUNGHOON

he’s leaning most of his weight on you, arm draped around your shoulders like it’s the only thing keeping him upright, cheeks flushed and eyes glazed as he slurs, “you see her?” to the cab driver, then louder, pointing like a proud drunk fool, “yeah. mine. she’s mine. look at her. god.” “sunghoon, please,” you whisper, trying to shove him gently into the cab as you get in with him. he giggles, presses a kiss to your temple. you finally press a quick kiss to his lips just to shut him up, and he melts instantly, sighing against your mouth. “mm, love you,” he hums as the cab pulls off.

KIM SUNOO

sunoo’s clinging to your arm, swaying just a little, cheeks pink and eyes shiny as he looks up at you with the most serious expression his tipsy self can manage. “marry me,” he says, for the third time that night. you laugh, brushing his hair back, “baby, you already asked me that.” he pouts immediately, “yeah, but you didn’t answer properly.” he huffs, then reaches for your hands again. "i mean it,” he whispers, tugging you closer, forehead pressed to yours. “i’d be such a good husband. i’d make you food. and cuddle with you.” you kiss the corner of his pout. “so?” he blinks up at you. “is that a yes?” you nod and he beams, already planning your imaginary wedding while half-asleep against your shoulder.

YANG JUNGWON

jungwon’s got his head tilted, eyes locked on your face, and resting warm on your thigh as the party hums around you. he’s definitely drunk—his smile’s loopy, his fingers are fidgety, and he hasn’t looked away from you in what feels like forever. “what?” you laugh, cheeks heating under his gaze. “is there something on my face?” he shakes his head slowly, lips parting like he’s trying to find the right words, then just breathes out, “nothing. just. fuck. you’re so pretty.” it knocks the air out of you a little, the way he says it like he’s seeing you for the first time. he grins after, leans in to press the gentlest kiss to your cheek. you swear you’re the drunk one now, heart flipping like he hasn’t been your boyfriend for months.

NISHIMURA RIKI

riki’s flushed, hands warm on your waist as he presses you gently against the wall, kisses trailing lazy down your throat, breath hot and lips clumsy. “do you have a boyfriend?” he mumbles, slurred and low like he’s not the one pinning you there, like you’re some stranger he’s trying to charm. you blink, half-laughing. “i do.” he freezes, lips ghosting over your skin, then pulls back slowly, brows furrowing as his drunk brain catches up. “the fuck—” he starts, eyes narrowing. you roll your eyes, grinning. “it’s you, idiot.” his mouth finds yours with a big grin. "say that again," he mumbles against your lips, and you do, again and again, between kisses and breathless laughter.

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♱ ‧ ENHYPEN WHEN YOU COME TO THEIR CONCERTS

🪽 ⋆ 𖥔 ݁ idol!enha hyung line x fem!reader. kissing, petnames 𓈃 ๋ 484 wc.

𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆 when you walk backstage after heeseung's concert, he’s shocked to see you. his eyes widen and before you know it, he’s rushing over, lifting you up effortlessly and spinning you around slightly. he litters your face with kisses, making you giggle. “you didn’t tell me you’re gonna be here, princess,” he murmurs against your lips. his hands gently cup your face as he pulls you into a deep, tender kiss, his thumbs brushing your cheeks. the staff members nearby gush over how cute you two are, and you can’t help but smile. “well, i’m here now,” you say, wrapping your arms around his neck. heeseung grins, his eyes shining with pure happiness as he holds you close.

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐉𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐆 jay is walking around the stadium during the concert, interacting with fans while performing. his eyes scan the crowd, and then they widen when he spots you. without a second thought, he rushes over, pulling you into a tight hug. he kisses your cheek and whispers, “you didn’t tell me you would show up here.” you laugh, kissing his cheek back. “backstage?” you ask, and he nods, a huge smile on his face. he gives your hand a quick squeeze before turning around to interact with other engenes, his excitement palpable. the crowd goes wild, and you can't help but feel your heart swell with joy.

𝐒𝐈𝐌 𝐉𝐀𝐄𝐘𝐔𝐍 backstage before the concert, you’re sitting on jake’s lap, his arms wrapped around you securely. his chin rests on your shoulder as the two of you watch a video on his phone, his face nuzzled close to yours. his hand rest on your thigh. every now and then, he leaves soft kisses on your neck, making you shiver with delight, before refocusing on the video. his members pass by and can’t help but tease him. “look at jake, a lovesick puppy,” one of them jokes, causing jake to blush slightly. he grins, not minding the teasing one bit as he holds you closer, whispering, “i don’t care what they say. i’m just happy you’re here with me.”

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐍 sunghoon’s on stage, performing with his usual charm, but tonight, his eyes are glued on you. every note, every move, it's like he's singing just for you. "so my pretty girl came today," he says into the mic, and the crowd goes wild. you can feel your cheeks heating up as he continues, "guess i have to give my best performance now." his gaze never leaves yours, and the way he looks at you makes your heart flutter. he’s completely smitten, and everyone can see it. he's just been craving your lips and touch the whole entire week.

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ꕀ ✸ dance your heart ‹𝟹 (and mine) away ༶

【d-a-n-c-e ୨୧】 𓏲 when 𝑒𝘯𝘩𝘺𝘱𝘦𝘯 members meet (and crush on) their new choreographer , you ◠ .ᐟ 𝓌.𝒸 ◌ 𝟷𝟼𝟷𝟸 ㄑ𝑝𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 ᛝ ot7 ! 𝓍 gender neutral! reader ⢄cont. | reader can dance , first time meetings - mentions of mistreatment (super vague), reader gets called pretty / cute ᝰ library  

❥ 𝒾𝘴𝘢’𝘴 note ꕀ | hi guys !! my first time writing for enha so im a little nervous but i think its okay, i might do a part two as a smau or something where you actually start dating! first post in a while that isn’t a re up load .. i got a burst of motivation so im taking advantage ,, also i started watching dahmer and i like how it was filmed and how they portray everything so if you’re into that kind of stuff i recommend giving it a watch !! happy reading

ʚ ni-ki ɞ

definitely thrown off guard when they’re promised a new choreographer and someone his type walks in

subtly tries to get to know more about you while making it seem like he’s just being nice

has to debate going extra hard to impress you or acting stuck to get your help

“can you maybe do it with me? or can i watch you do it first??”

all the other members notice and make fun of him but they like you too so they’re unintentionally wingmen

jungwon convinces you to hang out with all of them and seats you and niki together (everyone can tell what he’s doing)

he legit goes red and stiff as a board when you sit next to him even though he tries so hard to make it go unnoticed

works up the courage to ask to have a one on one session to work on new choreo

spoiler: it’s awkward because he’s shitting bricks

“so.. do you have a boyfriend..”

“you couldn’t ask me that after i got out of a handstand”

ʚ jungwon ɞ

is plotting on you the MOMENT you introduce yourself

what initially draws him to you is the way you’re insistent on making the dance room a safe space for them

takes full advantage of the fact that he’s the leader and is always hogging you

late nights together: making new choreography, learning new tricks, drafting stretches and vocal exercises to do while working out, laughing and laying together flat back on the cool dance floor. this is when he really starts understanding his feelings for you.

watches the way you interact with all the other boys to determine if he really wants to go for it or not

asks you to stay after practice one day and you genuinely think you’re about to get fired but he just walks out of the room and then back in with flowers and a pretty flush to his face

“ithinkyou’rereallyprettyandireallyreallywannatakeyouonadatepleasesayyes ..?”

“uh.. what?”

ʚ sunoo ɞ

wasn’t even listening when the company told the group they were getting a new choreographer so when you walk into the room and introduce yourself he takes it as a blessing

he does actually get a little stuck sometimes and is prepared to be scolded but when you just explain it slower for him he falls hard

once you settle into a comfortable rhythm with the whole group he recruits jungwon to ask about your love life, your type and if you wanna date someone

convinces you to stay with him after practice to “take his instagram pictures” but really just wants to have alone time with you

doesn’t really know how to ask you out so he just gradually gets you to go out with him more and more

facetimes you saying he has questions but just makes you stay on the phone with him while he does skincare and falls asleep

“you bought this for me?? it’s really expensive !”

“i’m bribing you. will you go out with me?”

ʚ sunghoon ɞ

nervous when they’re all waiting to meet you, (even though it’s literally not a big deal he’s just weird.) definitely bouncing his leg up and down

cusses up a storm in his head when he realizes he’s gonna have to work with you and his heart is definitely not gonna be able to handle that

messes up because he gets distracted staring at you

convinces jungwon to ask if you can be there for filming because he likes your presence

catches you practicing before actual practice starts and scares the shit out of you bc he’s just there staring at you

wants to die when you fall out of what you were doing and trip

cringes at himself and goes to help you get up with his stupidly muscly arms

“i’m so sorry..” while he’s still holding you and doesn’t realize he can let you go now til you start laughing

bonus: let’s you go and you fall again and then he falls to the floor laughing with you

“your laugh is cute”

“you’re cute”

“yeah. wait what?!”

ʚ jake ɞ

thinks he’s being nonchalant about his crush but stares at you the whole time they practice

gets really into the dance and makes stupid faces and is really embarrassed after

convinces you to go get food with him after a super long practice and you end up talking for hours about everything

it’s great, until you realize you walked there. and the other members left him.. and your car is currently getting a tire replaced

gets an uber with you to your house, walks you to the door, and then the uber leaves him because he thinks he’s going there too 😭

he’s actually really embarrassed and thinks you think he’s stupid but he gets heeseung to come get him and you let him in and make him play uno with you

heeseung comes! to save the day!! he also gets stuck playing uno ..

everyone falls asleep on your couch

you and jake end up waking up together in the morning and make breakfast together like you’re parents

gentle grabs of the waist from behind, grabbing things from top shelves for you, maybe even a kiss up against the counter

“are you guys fucking making out? and what is that smell??”

“the eggs :(“

safe to say all three of you do the walk of shame into the practice room after breakfast

ʚ jay ɞ

literally doesn’t care that they’re getting a new choreographer

until you walk in

“bro who is that??” “the new choreographer?? who else dumbfuck??”

literally acts like an outstanding citizen. does NOT let you catch him lacking.

cleans up, buys everyone snacks from the vending machine, if you need a volunteer he’s there

everyone laughs at him because they can tell he’s just trying to impress you, so they come up with a master plan to also act like him so he has to step it up

he almost throws a brick at jungwon when he starts getting you your favorite drink before every practice, looking him directly in the eye every time he hands it to you and you smile

“i can take you out and stuff. like we can go out together you know?? and get you more than drinks. if you want..”

(while he’s red in the face)

ʚ heeseung ɞ

is the most skeptical about someone new coming in, so your first session after meeting he’s just watching you

someone messes up and you jokingly say “everyone drop and give me 100” and they actually start and you’re just like what the hell

when you’re like “guys please i was kidding” everyone is also like what the hell bc they thought you were fr

he thinks the concerned look on your face is so cute he isn’t even embarrassed about dropping to the floor instantly

you make NO jokes after that and everyone feels bad (including you)

jake suggests you all go out for ice cream to break the ice (haha)

heeseung runs over to the seat next to you

you get the same flavor and he’s silently coming up with baby names bc he’s convinced it’s fate

once everyone starts laughing together you rest your head on his shoulder without noticing and he creams his pants and leans his head on top of yours

“get a room” -niki. followed by a smack

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꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱ 🌷 WHERE MY HUG AT ?

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 HOW ENHA BOYS EMBRACE YOU ! 🌷

bela is typing . . . HELLO GOOD MORNING so like when is it my turn HUH

ot7 x gn!reader | drabble | fluff | bf!enhypen

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. ° ༘ 🎧⋆ 🖇 ₊˚ෆ [ LEE HEESEUNG ]

heeseung engulfs you until you can’t breathe.

it’s one of those hugs where you’re trapped in another world, another universe you never want to leave. heeseung’s arms provide a certain warmth you can never find anywhere else, where the troubles of today can never find you. as long as you’re in his arms, you’re safe. you’re whisked away to your personal paradise whenever you’re lucky enough to be embraced fully by heeseung, who notices that you feel more at ease when he holds you. he can’t help but smile lovingly downwards as you lose yourself against his chest, closing your eyes and taking in the comfort his hold brings you. it makes him hold you that much tighter.

. ° ༘ 🎧⋆ 🖇 ₊˚ෆ [ PARK JONGSEONG ]

jay’s embrace feels like home.

you never have to ask for his hugs — it’s like he knows exactly when you need them. it’s a slow, deliberate motion, where his right arm pulls you closer to him, before encasing you within himself with his left. he’ll guide your head with his hand to rest against his shoulders, before moving his arms down your waist, holding you tightly to make sure you know he’s there, and he won’t leave. it’s the perfect embrace to wrap your arms around his neck, taking in his scent and feeling your muscles relax as you realize how important moments like these are to you. that no matter how many times jay wraps his arms around you, they’ll always and forever bring more comfort than the last one.

. ° ༘ 🎧⋆ 🖇 ₊˚ෆ [ SIM JAEYUN ]

jake holds you like it’s the end of the world.

there’s a certain desperation in the way he holds you, as if you’ll slip away from his arms if he dares to let go. not a single inch is spared between the two of you as he holds you close, and you feel his face pressed against the top of your head, as he takes deep, therapeutic breaths as he takes in all of you. your scent, your touch, you. he loves you so much that he’d spend the rest of his life holding you like this if he could. time stands still when you embrace each other, the world drifting away without you even knowing. as long as jake embraces you, he could care less about the outside world. it won’t take long before he hugs you again, and again… and again.

. ° ༘ 🎧⋆ 🖇 ₊˚ෆ [ PARK SUNGHOON ]

sunghoon’s hugs are a testament to how much he loves you.

sunghoon is not the type of person to express his feelings through words, so he’s found other means to convey how he feels in his heart — through his embrace. when he holds you, you can feel his heartbeat. it only beats for you, and he wants you to know that. he’s found that hugs are the closest way hearts come together, and that’s exactly what he wants. burying his face in the crook of your neck, you fit together like the perfect puzzle, locking yourself together as he hopes and prays that this will make you understand that he is absolutely and irrevocably devoted to you. if he feels that you doubt him for even a second, he’ll hold you that much tighter, until his feelings are made clear to you.

. ° ༘ 🎧⋆ 🖇 ₊˚ෆ [ KIM SUNOO ]

sunoo’s hugs are sweeter than candy.

when sunoo embraces you fully, the negativity in your body washes away. nothing bad can happen in the world if you stay in sunoo’s arms forever. his hugs, mixed with that sweet smile you’ve known and loved — it’s like a sugar rush. you can’t help but be hooked to how soft and plush his hugs feel when he envelops you in his arms, and that’s just what he wants. he wants any excuse to wrap his arms around you, his heart feeling full as he joyfully takes you in his arms yet again, his squeezes around your waist sweeter than the last. it’s an addicting experience for him, and an even sweeter sugar rush for you.

. ° ༘ 🎧⋆ 🖇 ₊˚ෆ [ YANG JUNGWON ]

jungwon leaves you breathless in his arms.

it’s a wordless claim, but the message is clear—he belongs to you. he holds you with silent ferocity, his fiery devotion to you evident as his arms snake around you, covering every inch of your back. he needs to feel you, to smell you, to have you here with him. nothing grounds him faster than encapsulating your warmth in his arms. to the outside world it seems like a small gesture, but not to him. this is everything. you return his embrace tenfold, and it makes him melt in your arms. nothing else compares to the present moment you two share together. but no matter how tightly he holds you, it is never enough for him. he’ll spend the rest of his life making sure it will be.

. ° ༘ 🎧⋆ 🖇 ₊˚ෆ [ NISHIMURA RIKI ]

riki has the art of holding you down to a science.

as a matter of fact, he has you down to a science. it makes sense, given that you’re his favorite person in this universe and beyond. it’s instinct to him at this point, knowing exactly where to keep his hands, and he knows exactly how to pull you close to his body in a way that will have you speechless. it’s an embrace so skillfully mastered that seeing you melt in his arms makes it so worth the effort. he wants each and every hug to be perfect, because you make him feel perfect as himself. he imagines your smile, your eyes—everything that belongs to you, he wants to make sure that he gets to appreciate every part of you as he brings your heart close to his. there’s no better way to do that than to perfect the art of enveloping you in his arms.

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STARSTRUCK ➳ ENHYPEN

➙ how the enhypen members react to you having another member as your bias instead of them

pairing: enhypen x gn!reader

genre: crack, fluff (if you squint hard enough)

request: “ hi. its me again with another request. could you do a bf!enha (ot7 or just one member if you prefer) text reaction to finding out they're not your enha bias (reader having another members pc or wallpaper or stan account or anything) . just ideas, it's totally up to you. ~ 🪸”

warnings: not proofread, lowercase intended, this is all lighthearted and playful between reader and the members

a/n: hi anon! tysm for your request and i did change it up a slight bit but i hope you like it <3 —REBLOGS HIGHLY APPRECIATED.

🖇️ — 양정원 ; JUNGWON !

🖇️ — 이희승 ; HEESEUNG !

🖇️ — 박종성 ; JAY !

🖇️ — 심재윤 ; JAKE !

🖇️ — 박성훈 ; SUNGHOON !

🖇️ — 김선우 ; SUNOO !

🖇️ — 西村 力 ; NI-KI !

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▧﹒𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗎𝗇𝗀

You’ve been talking to Heeseung, but the words aren’t reaching him. He’s too lost in the way you look right now.. how the sunlight makes your skin glow or even how your lips curve into a smile... enough to pull him in. “You… really need to stop doing that,” he says, his voice barely above a mumble. “Doing what?” “Looking… like that,” he says, running a hand through his hair, his fingers brushing against his forehead in a nervous gesture.

"You know, you’ve got this…lips, your nose, the way your eyes catch the light… it’s distracting. I don’t even know how someone like me can focus on anything else when girl like you looks at me like that." You laughed, leaning in just enough to brush your lips against his cheek. The moment is quick, but when you pull back, his expression is soft, his eyes still tracing the memory of your face, as if he’s still trying to make sense of how you became his girlfriend.

▧﹒ 𝗃𝖺𝗒

“What were you going to say?” you asked, looking at the Jay who seemed to be lost in thought. “I was going to tell you…” he trailed off as he stared at your mesmerizing face even longer, observing your luscious hair and your natural cherry toned cheeks. You arch a brow, utterly confused. He shook his head lightly to regain his ability to speak. “I could say you’re beautiful, or even attractive but there is no word that can describe how your face is so stunning. ”  "You're just saying that" you laugh it out trying to brush it off, even though you could feel your face getting warmer by the second. Before you could say anything else, Jay’s hands were suddenly on your cheeks, making your heart skip a beat.

"Every time I see you, it’s like I forget everything else.” A small smile tugged at his lips, and he gently brushed his thumb across your cheek, the touch enough to make your face warm. You could feel your heart race, trying to hold back a smile of your own as his eyes never left yours.

▧﹒ 𝗃𝖺𝗄𝖾

"Y/N..." Jake's voice suddenly weaken as soon as you appeared in his sight. He suddenly stood straight, his eyes glued to you. "Whats up with you?" you asked, a light chuckle escaping your lips. He stood straight, staring at your plump lips, to your nose, and to your innocent eyes which went well with your face. "How am I supposed to focus on anything else when you look like that?” Jake says with a big smile on his face "“How can you even say that? I’m literally just standing” you laughed out.

He shook his head, a grin spreading across his face. “You’re not even trying and you still manage to look like this. You’re messing with my head, real bad.”

“Well, I’m glad I have that effect on you.” you rolled your eyes playfully. Jake laughed, leaning in slightly, "I'm sure you do" he cooes as he leans in for a kiss.

▧﹒ 𝗌𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗇

Sunghoon glances at you again, trying to focus on anything else, but he’s losing that battle. It’s the way his eyes trace over you face, your cheekbones, and the way your eyes shine under the light. You catch him staring, and without missing a beat, you smirk. "Am I that distracting?" "More than you know." He huffs, rubbing the back of his neck. “Is that a complaint?" you teased again, raising an eyebrow. "No," he says, his tone softening as he meets your eyes. “It’s more like… I can’t bring myself to look anywhere else.” He leans in slightly. “Especially, when you look at me like that,” his voice drops to almost a whisper, “All I can think about is you.” There’s a pause, his stare stayed on your lips for just a moment before he gently brushes his lips against yours.22

▧﹒ 𝗌𝗎𝗇𝗈𝗈

“Baby why do you always have to look this perfect?” Sunoo didn’t even hesitate to say as he look to you straight in the eye, “its unfair honestly” he added jokingly.  You got no makeup, hair messed up - You didn’t even have to try for him just to be amazed by you. “Its not that big of a deal Mr. Kim” You chuckled out feeling a little shy with how his gaze was on you the whole time.  "I'm being honest", he replied with a voice so gentle as he took a small step forward, enough to close the small distance between the both of you. Your cheeks warmed up as he tuck a lose strand behind your ear. “I wish you could see yourself the way I see you.”

You didn’t know how to respond, your thoughts jumbled, but the strong gaze in his eyes made everything else fade. He didn’t need to say more. He didn’t have to. His presence alone said it all. You are, in his eyes, you are absolutely perfect.

▧﹒ 𝗃𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗐𝗈𝗇 

You’re not even trying to impress Jungwon...just a simple smile, your hair pulled back loosely, the soft glow of natural beauty makes him go DOWN BAD for you. "I feel like I’m not even supposed to be looking at you like this.” he mutters. “Oh? And why’s that?” you tease, taking a small step closer. "you don’t even have to try, and yet you’re the most… distracting person I’ve ever seen.” He chuckles nervously.

"You think I'm distracting?" you teased again. "You are. Every.Single.Time" he replies back, his hand brushing your cheek. Without waiting, his lips meet yours....soft, slow, but full of everything.

▧﹒ 𝗇𝗂-𝗄𝗂 

Ni-ki, always the laid-back one, suddenly seems like he’s forgotten how to breathe. You walk into the room like you’re the main character, effortless beauty radiating, and he's absolutely not ready for it. His eyes go wide as his brain does the "loading…" thing. “Uh, did I miss something?” he asks, trying to cover up the fact that he's been caught staring, but his voice cracks a little. You raise an eyebrow, walking up to him with that smug-ish grin. “What do you mean?”

He scratches the back of his neck, trying to look casual, but failing hard. “I mean… you look too good today.” He pauses like he’s realizing what he just said. “Every time I look at you, my brain just…ah shuts down.” You step closer, brushing your fingers against his, teasing, “Then maybe you need a distraction.” Without missing a beat, he grabs your hand, pulls you in, and kisses you like he’s trying to reboot his brain from the daze you’ve put him in.

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𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 I NEED YOU SO MUCH IT HURTS … 🎥

𖤐ᝰ.ᐟ𖦹₊⊹ if they have to give up their sense of pride and lay everything on the line to show you how much they need you, then so be it.

bela is typing . . . HELLO SORRY FOR MY RANDOM BREAK FINALS SUCKS !!! wanted this needed this very much yes pls enjoy this with me 😼 i probably should do word counts too but i don’t use other media to write ,,,, SORRY JUNGWON’S IS A LIL ANGSTY

ot7 x gn!reader | drabble | romance/drama | no established au

masterlist | guidelines | requests OPEN !

. ° ༘ 💋⋆ 🎸 ₊˚ෆ [ LEE HEESEUNG ]

“y/n, stop.” you never turned around as heeseung kept calling out to you. you didn’t want to. turning around meant facing him again, and you didn’t know if you were capable of it.

“y/n, stop!” you walked faster, but heeseung’s legs were faster than yours. a brisk walk turned into a jog, until you broke out into a sprint, your vision blurred as you realized you’d never be able to outrun him. this proved to be true—before you knew it, a pair of arms had enveloped you with a strong force, the momentum barreling the two of you to the ground. you hit the grass with a thump.

“just go away,” you murmured, trying to avert your gaze from him. as you scrambled to your feet, you felt a tug at your legs. reluctantly, you looked downwards. the sight before you made your breath hitch in your throat.

heeseung laid himself bare for you as he got on his knees, grasping at you as if he was begging for his life.

he was begging for you.

you felt paralyzed as he looked up at you, pathetic and desperate. “just listen to me,” he pleaded, all discretions gone. his inhibitions had finally thrown out the window as he threw himself at your feet.

“heeseung—”

“please,” he begged, bowing his head. “i need you more than anyone else i’ve ever needed in my life. i didn’t get it before, but now i do.”

he looked up at you then, his shoulders slumped, his palms facing upward on his lap. “y/n… i love you. you don’t understand how badly i need you.”

he was in complete submission of you. the thought of lee heeseung at your mercy was a thought beyond comprehension.

“get up, heeseung,” you pleaded, not wanting to maintain eye contact. you tried to push him away, at least trying to pull him up from his knees, but he wouldn’t budge.

“stop calling me that,” he cried, shaking his head. he was groveling now. “baby, please. i need you. i’ll do anything to show you. i promise, i’ll spend the rest of my life proving it to you.” his eyes were tear-stricken. “please.”

you gave him a good look, the way he threw himself at your feet as if he knew nothing better. you were silent, completely still. he was a mess at your feet, and even if you wanted to say something, you couldn’t. you were at a loss for words. this was too much to take in all at once.

“let me prove it,” he begged, staring up at you like it was all he knew how to do. “give me the chance to show you how much i need you, how i’ll put everything into showing you that i need you here with me.”

. ° ༘ 💋⋆ 🎸 ₊˚ෆ [ PARK JONGSEONG ]

“what is it going to take for me to prove it to you?” jay yelled at you from across the way. “what do i have to do, huh? what do you need from me to show you that i’m serious?”

“just forget it, jay.” you gritted your teeth and turned away from him, your back facing away. “just go.”

“no. no!” his voice was clear. “i’m not going anywhere! i’m going to stay here, and i’m going to make you listen to me! i’m being serious about this!” he reached out to you, grabbing your shoulder with one hand and spinning you back towards him in one fell swoop.

you narrowed your eyes at him. “so you’re serious now, huh?” you asked facetiously. your tone held traces of mockery. “don’t make me laugh.”

“yes,” he agreed without letting you interject. “yes, i am serious. i will do anything and everything to prove this to you—right here, right now.”

“sure you will. just what could you possibly—jay? jay?” you stumbled over your words as he reached out to grab your wrist, giving you no room to fight back as he firmly placed your palm over his heart. you were frozen in place as he approached you then, breaking the distance between the two of you. “what are you—”

“do you feel that?” he interrupted you, his voice desperate, whiny. “do you feel me?”

you did. his heart beat was racing, more than you’d like to admit. the longer he stared at you, the faster it seemed to go. but no matter how fast it beat, he continued to stare at you, conveying his desperation the only way he knew how. “this is what you do to me,” he breathed out, gripping your wrist tighter. “keep it there. you drive me crazy. i need this. i need you.” when he realized you weren’t going anywhere, his facial expression softened. “i love you,” he whispered.

he had you stunned. he saw the way your jaw fell slightly ajar, and he took the opportunity to come even closer to you. his chest was inches apart from yours. “i’ll do anything to prove it,” he pleaded. “if this isn’t enough, i’ll do something that is. y/n, this is the most serious i’ve ever been in a long time. if it’s anything you can believe from me, it’s this.”

“jay, you can’t be serious,” you whispered.

he looked at you, the determination and desperation in his face clear. “yes, i am.”

. ° ༘ 💋⋆ 🎸 ₊˚ෆ [ SIM JAEYUN ]

“why do you keep doing this to me?” jake called out to you, his voice wild with frustration. “stop pushing me away! stop doing this!”

“just leave me alone,” you screamed back at him. but no matter how far you moved, he followed suit. “i don’t want you here. leave me alone.”

“you’re lying to yourself and you know it!” he argued, now beating your pace with a jog. before long, he caught up to your pace, taking your hands within his own. “y/n, i don’t understand. help me understand. i’m right here, for you. don’t you get it?”

“can you just let go?” you thrashed in his grip, trying to throw his hands from yours, but to no avail. “i told you, i don’t want you here, you don’t need to follow me, you don’t need to do anything of this. just leave already!”

“no!” he yelled in retaliation, his eyes widened with panic. “do you not get it? do you really not understand?”

“no,” you spat at him, “i don’t.”

then, in one swift motion, jake had his hands gripped to your hips, almost slamming your body against his. you yelped at the close proximity, but his eyes never wavered from yours.

“y/n,” he whispered, his voice breathy. “i’m yours.”

you didn’t answer, his shock confession processing in your mind. noticing the way you slowly loosened your tense body, jake pressed his forehead to yours. “i am yours,” he repeated, his words pronounced. “undeniably, i belong to you. you are all i think about, you are in my dreams, you haunt me, and i invite it. i want all of it. i want all of you.”

“jake…” your attempts to escape his hold were futile—but you weren’t really trying your best, anyway. your voice faded as he traced your bottom lip with his thumb.

“i don’t care if you’ve got some baggage,” he continued, desperation creeping into his voice. “i don’t care if you have demons to fight, i want you. you, your baggage, your demons, i’ll fight them all for you if i have to. i’ll prove it to you. i’ll do anything for you. you say jump, i say how high.”

you swallowed a lump in your throat, completely in submission to his embrace, and he explored your expression, your eyes, your face.

“do you get it now?” he asks, his voice softer. “i love you.”

. ° ༘ 💋⋆ 🎸 ₊˚ෆ [ PARK SUNGHOON ]

“y/n, don’t make me do this!” sunghoon’s fading voice amidst the crowd was your only solace in your attempt to distance yourself from him. “please! just come back!”

“go to hell, sunghoon,” you spat at him, hearing the way people jostled and chastised him for rudely tossing them aside to reach you. but you didn’t turn to witness it for yourself. “i don’t want you here.”

“no,” he yelled at you, across the distance, amidst the people. he knew he couldn’t reach you. there were far too many people in this rush hour, and he’d lose the energy to push against them to make it to you. “i’m not going anywhere, i’m going to follow you until you turn around and let me say my piece!”

“what is there to say?” you asked, venom in your tone. “you don’t like saying anything, so don’t make me laugh.”

he grimaced at your words, because he knew you were right. but that had to change. right now, or else he was going to lose his chance forever.

“i have plenty to say, y/n,” he urged, pushing against yet another wave of unsuspecting strangers, all of whom shot him dirty glares. but he didn’t care—not in this moment. the way people thought of him didn’t matter, when losing you was in the balance.

“yeah, right.” you laughed, but there was no humor. you continued to storm away.

“i love you!”

his words made you stop in your tracks. despite every nerve in your body telling you this was a bad idea, you turned around, facing him from across the crowd.

“what?” you asked him.

“i need you,” he cried out. as more strangers realized what he was doing, they stepped to the side to give him some space to squeeze his way towards you. “i said it. i know i’m not the best with words, that a lot of the time i’m lacking, but if this is what it takes for you to understand, i’ll say it a thousand—no, a million times over.”

at last, amidst the active crowd, he grab your wrist and pulled you closer to him.

“do you need me to say it again?” he asked, searching your eyes for the answer. “because i can. i will. as many times as it takes. in front of all these people.”

he cups your face gently. “i’ll tell the world if i have to, if that’s what it takes for you to believe me.”

. ° ༘ 💋⋆ 🎸 ₊˚ෆ [ KIM SUNOO ]

“seriously, if you aren’t going to actually tell me what you’re trying to say, then stop making me think you’re going to.”

you huffed at sunoo, who had stumbled over his words once more. he scrunched his face in frustration, playing with his fingers as he followed you while you were walking away.

“hold on,” he cried, the frustration visible on his face. “please—just give me a second. i… i just don’t know what to say.”

“you’ve been saying that for months, sunoo. months.” you shook your head in disbelief at his words. “you keep stringing me along, wanting to tell me things, then you chicken out, and then you act like it never happened when i ask you about it. i don’t want to feel stupid anymore, because this isn’t fair.” you sped up your walking face, almost causing him to trip when he tried to keep up.

“i know, and i’ve been really mean for that,” he admitted, the anguish clear on his face. “but really, y/n, if we can just stop and you can just listen to me, i promise i’ll find the right words for you—”

“i’ve been trying to listen to you this whole time,” you snapped at him. “you’re the one who just won’t talk.”

“i’m going to!” he exclaimed, taking a deep breath as he quickened his pace. “please, just stop!”

“you’re so confusing, sunoo.” your voice twinged with hurt. “why would i believe you now?”

“because now i have the words to tell you that i love you!”

you stopped walking. as if time moved in slow motion, you turned, only to see sunoo bowing deeply for you. his eyes were squeezed tight, his hands were shaking. your breath was caught in your throat.

“what?” you asked, barely a whisper.

sunoo slowly looked up to you, and your eyes widened as you noticed his had begun to well up with tears. “i’m sorry,” he cried, approaching you and grasping your wrist. you didn’t move away from him. “every time i thought i had the confidence to tell you, i’d get scared you’d say no. that i would do something to mess everything up. and then i’d lose you.”

“and then i realized that by not telling you, i’d lose you even faster.” he gently squeezed his hand against yours. “and now, i’m realizing now that i’d rather tell you how i feel and make myself look stupid, no matter how i have to say it, than to lose you from my own cowardice.”

you couldn’t believe your ears. “sunoo…”

“i won’t be a coward, not anymore.” he swallows a nervous lump growing in his throat, shaking away any lingering anxiety he had left. “i adore you too much to ever hide away from you again.”

. ° ༘ 💋⋆ 🎸 ₊˚ෆ [ YANG JUNGWON ]

“y/n, you need to understand!” jungwon was desperately trying to get you to listen to him, but you were too busy grabbing your things, your contempt for him loud and clear. “this is necessary, what i’m doing is for us! can you please look at me? i’m really trying!”

“i’m trying, jungwon,” you hissed at him, throwing shirts into your bag without bothering to sort them out. “i really have tried to. but i feel alone. and i’ve tried to talk to you so many times, but no matter what, that’s the only thing i ever hear from you. that it’s necessary and that it’s for us.” you’re nearly in tears thinking about it, but you don’t want to look at him. “but what about me? i don’t know what your bigger picture is, because you’re always so focused on working towards something necessary, when all i’ve ever wanted is just the present time.”

your words ring deathly in jungwon’s ears, and his body feels crushed with the weight of it all. he’s rendered speechless, as you finish packing your things. you take his silence as him giving up, and you feel a pang of hurt in your chest, that he didn’t try any harder.

no matter. you were on your way out, anyway.

without another word, you slung your bag over your shoulder, your eyes glued to the floor as you made your way to the front door.

to your surprise, you heard jungwon’s feet scrambling past you, and by the time you reach the door, he’s already there, his back pressed towards it, keeping it close. he kept himself there to keep you from leaving. you saw the way the color escaped his face, begging you to reconsider your choices.

“y/n, please, don’t do this. just let me make things right with you.” jungwon planted his feet in a way that kept him rigid against the door, but the desperation on his face told you that if you really wanted to, you could push him aside. “i was so focused on the bigger picture i didn’t realize i should’ve focused on the special details in front of me.” he reached out to you, “i see that, and i don’t want to ever make that mistake again. i didn’t mean to hurt you, i’m so sorry. please, y/n, let me make this right.”

you gritted your teeth, trying to keep your composure. but jungwon’s sincerity was something you couldn’t ignore. “jungwon, why now? why does it have to be now?”

“i…” his voice falters. “i don’t… i don’t want to give you a stupid reason. or a lame excuse. i just… i thought i was doing the best thing for you. but the best thing was always to just appreciate having you here with me.”

when you don’t respond, he slumps to his knees in front of you. before you know it, he’s bowing for you to the floor, his hands curled into tight fists. he’s shaking.

“y/n,” he begs again, “please, i know i was too in my head to realize how much you needed me. but i need you. everything i’ve been doing is because i love you. and i’ll do anything to reassure you, to make sure that you never have to doubt me ever again.” his voice is muffled against the floor, but his words are crystal clear to you.

you dropped your bag and knelt beside him, nudging him. “stop bowing,” you murmured, your lips pressed together. “just get up. please.”

he peers at you, slowly getting up from his bowing position. without warning, he envelops his arms around you. “please believe me,” he whispers, “i’ve never been so sure about anything in my life. i need you here, with me. and i’ll be here for you, i promise.”

. ° ༘ 💋⋆ 🎸 ₊˚ෆ [ NISHIMURA RIKI ]

“you can stop pretending now,” you whispered, a clear hurt in your voice. “i’m sorry.”

riki was in a state of distress as he realized you had interpreted his words the wrong way. as you turned to move away, he grasped your wrist to prevent you from going any further. “y/n,” he breathed, shaking his head furiously. “no, you didn’t let me finish, you’re getting it all wrong.”

he was surprised at the speed you removed yourself from his hold. you were already walking away, and the farther you walked, the tighter riki’s chest constricted. he took a deep breath, realizing what it meant to chase you down. what this would mean for him.

but as he watched you fade into the distance, he cursed to himself. you were here, now. leaving, because of him.

it didn’t take him long to find his resolve. he chased you down, sprinting to catch up to you in a matter of moments.

you heard him sprinting, but you had to fight the urge to turn around to look. you didn’t know how much more you could take of this—

until he yelled out your name.

“y/n!” he called out, his breathing increased, his face flush from a mix of working up a sweat and something deeper. as you heard your name, your resolve weakened, and you turned to face him.

only for you to nearly be plowed over by riki’s forceful embrace. having to almost screech himself to a halt, he caught himself by wrapping his arms around you, nearly causing the both of you to topple over.

your face was pressed against his chest, but he wouldn’t waver. “riki, let go,” you called out to him, but he shook his head.

“i’m sick of this,” he whispered, “i’m sick and tired of running away. i’m done with this. i’m done with pretending.”

“what are you—”

one hand snaked around your waist, the other reaching forward to cup your cheek. “i need you,” he said, his voice no longer quiet. a proclamation of the truth he had been hiding from the world—no, himself—for too long. “more than i’ve ever needed anyone in my life.”

you were put in a stunned silence. riki only held you tighter, the facade of his indifference slowly slipping through the cracks. his eyebrows creased, his lip slightly quivering. “if it’s anything you’ll ever believe from me, let it be this.” he searched your eyes, to see if you harbored any doubt, any challenge to his words. “i’ve fallen so deeply in love with you, it’s suffocated me whole. and i… i’ve tried fighting it, i really have. but i can’t do that anymore, when it hurts me, and it hurts you.”

his thumb caresses your cheek. “i’ve been a fool,” he confesses, “but let me be your fool. i’ll learn, and i’ll be better. for you—for us. and i swear, i’ll make you the happiest you’ve ever been.”

2024 © heelix1r.

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enhypen - boudoir polaroids

ot7!xfem!reader - showing them the polaroids of your boudoir photoshoot

boudoir: captures sensual, intimate, and often erotic images of a subject in a private setting

warnings: husband!enha, photos taken during sexual acts (solo), masturbation, recording, use of “slut”, brief anal sex, implied unproctected p in v, oral (f), tons of nasty shit i won’t spoil, lingerine, mdni, def longer than the other ones, not proofread

idea belongs to this lovely anon. interpented it in my own way somewhat, so it’s not 100% factually accurate lol. masterlist

HEESEUNG

Heeseung, your brand new husband — the most pussy-clenching title he’s ever worn, probably.

Ever since he became your fiancé, till now, he has been extra, super hot. Has been fucking you even rougher, better, like a good little wife should be fucked (by his words).

So this thing you decided to do, now it was like the perfect answer to that, the perfect sign of devotion.

You hand your brand-new husband an envelope—pretty cream paper, little gold wax seal, soft smile on your face like “open it later, okay?”

And Heeseung waits, as long as his curiousity let’s him. Then later, when he finds himself alone for some minutes, he opens it. You, taking your makeup off in the bathroom, can hear the paper rustling, and you smile at your reflection, waiting.

Silence.

Until he goes

‘Come here’

You gently open the bathroom door, and walk back into your bedroom. He’s sitting at the edge of the bed, a stack of little polaroids spread out on his lap. The look he gives you, is dark. Well, expected, because the photos are mostly close-ups of you…

— with your mouth open, two fingers shoved down your throat, gloss smudged

— you in a bridal white, fingering yourself with those same two fingers

— one with a toy, pink and cruelly realistic, barely halfway in – your eyes rolled back, thighs clenched

— one that appears to be a final shot, biting down on your veil, looking like you’re reaching your orgasm

And Heeseung?

Just processing.

Because his wife did this. For him. Because you posed like a full-on pornstar, hours before you walked down the aisle.

‘How many of these are there?’ ‘Who took them?’ ‘Where’s the rest?’

But he doesn’t actually give you the chance to explain or answer. He orders you to get on the bed. He’s already rock hard in his pants, and he is determined.

‘Wanna recreate this one.’ He holds up the shot of you with your fingers in your mouth and the toy barely inside you. His favorite.

‘But this time, you’re gonna fuck yourself on my fingers, and better keep your eyes on me the whole time.’

Obviously, it’s a sleepless night.

Doesn’t fuck you immediatelly, no, he makes you study the pictures with him.

‘Did you cum before or after taking this one?’

‘Did it feel as good as my cock?’

‘Don’t you think this is more slut than wife-material?’

And when he finally fucks you, it’s mean. No mercy, no patience, just using you to his own desires.

‘This how you looked when you came all over that toy?’

‘You wanna give me more pictures, baby? I want the ones you were too shy to include.’

JAY

It only suits you that you had a damn argument one day into your honeymoon with Jay. Maybe your plans and wants didn’t align perfectly, and the post-wedding stress was still wearing off. Jay was cold. Distant. Didn’t even say goodnight properly.

So the next day, you toss him an envelope across the bed like

‘Peace offering. Take it or leave it.’

Jay opens it like he’s giving you a favor, chin high and movements full of spite. But the second he sees the first photo?

You. His wife. In white lace. On her knees. Sucking a finger like it’s his cock. His reaction is immediate, his throat pushes out an almost choking like sound, and his whole body stiffens. Well, expect his hands which he uses to flip through some of the pictures.

One with you bent over, wedding veil still on, looking back at the camera while your hand disappears under your panties.

Another with your bra pushed under your tits and one hand squeezing lube out onto a toy off-frame.

He sits in silence for a minute. Hand on his thigh. Breathing steady.

Then folds the photos back into the envelope neatly… and comes to find you.

You’re brushing your hair or something casual when you hear his voice behind you:

‘You gave these to me just to get out of apologizing, didn’t you?’

You smirk. ‘Did it work?’

Jay comes up behind you, grabs your hips a little too hard, and leans in to your ear like:

‘You know what works better than an apology?’ He tosses the envelope onto the vanity table — ‘Giving me the real show. On your knees. Now.’

He makes you recreate every shot. Expect, this time he is behind the lens, using his phone camera to make himself even more intimate material.

‘Yes, that’s my perfect wife.’

‘Gonna save this one. Maybe send it to you next time you try to walk away from a fight.’

JAKE

Jake is the most grateful man alive on your wedding night. You could show up in sweatpants and he’d cry and pop a boner right away. But like with most things, you top his imaginations by far.

You pull out the pink envelope, decorated with a little bow in the middle. Slide it over to him on the bed, like it’s no big deal at all.

‘You should open it after your shower, babe.’

He opens it in the warm glow of the hotel lamp, fresh out the shower, towel on his hips — and he just stops breathing. Like genuinely. Just blinks. Stares. Gets real quiet. Because the first glimpse he gets, just a little part, already screams perfect. You’re layed out on soft sheets, pale ivory lingerine panties barely covering your folds. His mouth waters. Lot more of that kind. Some thigh-focused ones, some of you slobbering over your fingers and fingering yourself with the other.

The best one, though? (If gun to his head, he was forced to choose one).

It’s a close-up. Your fingers spreading yourself open, all slick and swollen. A heart-shaped lollipop resting just against your clit. Your hand holding it. His love for pussy and his habit of oral fixation are being stimulated through his eyes.

You’re in the bathroom brushing your teeth, and all you hear is, ‘Baby please come here. Right now. Please.’ In the neediest voice possible.

You walk out and he’s on his knees on the floor. Literal towel pitched up, photos spread out around him.

And when you smile and go — ‘I thought you’d like them. Do you? — he just whines.

Not groans. Not moans. Whines.

‘Are you crazy? I’m already so in love with you I could die, but this is literally attempted murder!’

Then he pulls you into his lap, kissing all over you, your lips, your neck, your breasts, going down on your stomach…

‘Fuck, I love you. I love you so much…’

SUNGHOON

You were sneaky with it. You gave him the envelope with a sweet smile, like you’re handing over a hand-written love letter rather than the dirty content it was hiding.

‘Hope you like them, Love.’

Sunghoon raises an eyebrow but takes it, fingers careful, gaze suspicious. He opens it while you’re brushing your hair.

Starting off strong, the first photo is you on your side, gripping your tit with one hand and pulling your panties aside with the other, head tilted almost innocently, but eyes filled with lust. Then a bunch of other positions, showing off your silky lingerine and delicate curves, always teasing what’s beneath but never displaying it fully.

And Sunghoon — Sunghoon does not react well.

He stands up, envelope in hand, and walks over to you with that same dead-calm expression. Slow and collected.

‘Who took these?’

‘What?’ You blink up at him.

‘The photos. Who the fuck took them?’

Though he’s not even close to being loud, you still stutter, seeing the tension on the veins on his neck, the way he grips the paper, trying not to crumble it entirely.

‘I-I took them myself, of course. Timer. I set it up. Just me. I swear.’

At that, his whole body relaxes. He might even flash a little relieved smile.

Then.

‘Get your ass on the bed.’

At first, he’s cold. No kisses, no nothing. He trips you naked, and studies the polaroids while playing with your body in real time.

‘Spread your legs. No, wider.’

And when he thinks it’s good enough (like he actually gave a fuck about how accurate it is), he grabs his phone and starts taking his own shots.

No warning. No direction, only

‘You want to give me photos? Fine. Give me new ones. Better ones. Real ones.’

‘You think your little solo pics could compare to this?’

‘You’ll look even better when I’ve filled you up.’

SUNOO

You slide it over while you two are cuddling on the honeymoon bed. You’re in a fluffy robe, bare legs over his lap, and he’s scrolling his phone when you whisper

‘I made you something. Open it after I shower, okay?’

Sunoo nods softly, excited but also curious about what could you have come up with.

But baby.

The moment he opens that envelope?

He lets out a scream.

Like a literal, hand-over-mouth, spine-curved squeal.

Because inside of that, it’s you, in a strappy white set, veil slightly off your hair, pink gloss on your lips, sucking your fingers while side-eyeing the camera like a whole whorehouse with a coquette dresscode.

One where your legs are closed on top of each other, but with your palm inside of them, obviously teasing your clit (he can just tell by looking at your face on it).

But the worst for him? Probably the one where you’re pressing your shiny little cunt down on his pillow.

‘You’re evil.’

‘How dare you be this sexy.’

‘You’re not fucking real. What kind of slutty wife does this?’ While he’s already palming his cock.

When you go over to him, giggling, saying it’s not that big of a deal, he just pushes you down on the bed.

‘No. You don’t get to act all casual after doing this to me, baby.’

After that, it’s a mess of giggles and recreating the ones he liked the most. Calls you “my beautiful wife”, “my good little girl”, and “my pretty slut” in the same ten minutes.

Sticks one of the Polaroids to the headboard like a shrine while he eats you out.

‘Just to see how much messier you can get when it’s me who makes you cum.’

JUNGWON

You hand Jungwon the envelope while you’re still glowing from the wedding night — robe slipping down your shoulders, bare thighs brushing his under the covers.

‘I made something for you’

He tilts his head to the side, like a confused little cat.

‘What’s in it?’

‘You’ll see’ Kissing his cheek. Then you stand in front of him, wanting the full, unfiltered first reaction you’ve been itching for.

Jungwon opens it.

Then he goes feral.

Cause every picture looks like you’ve carved the blurry image of them right out of the depths of his mind (which you might have, by how deeply you know and understand him).

Of course, you know he’s a tit-addict. And the photos feed right into that obsession.

You pushing your tits into the camera, covered by the prettiest white bras he’d ever seen. Gripping them, caressing them. With your bra off, looking into the camera with the deadliest doe eyes, licking off frosting (from God knows where) from your fingers, then circle around your nipple with the same one.

One picture of you rubbing your clit and wetting your sweet pussy, followed by smearing your own slick (then cum) all over your chest.

His mouth parts. He stares at them one by one, then flips through again. Ears red. So hard it’s painful.

‘Do you like them?’ You ask with a smile.

In a second, you’re under him, while he’s practically feasting off your boobs, rubbing your cunt with his hand, muttering shit like

‘Were you thinking about me while you did this?’

‘You want new ones? Want me to take them while I fuck these perfect tits?’

And he does.

Set up his phone on video mode while you’re straddling his lap, tits bouncing as he thrusts up into you.

Perfection.

RIKI

You hand Riki the envelope during the car ride back from the ceremony. He’s in the passenger seat. You’re still glowing and giggling, playing with your ring.

‘Open this at the hotel.’ And Riki just shrugs like whatever, tucks it into his jacket.

Later that night, you’re changing into something special in the bathroom, when he remembers he has it and opens it, not expecting to be flashed.

You in a white thong, back arched, pearls laying down your spine, heels still on. His favorite position, his favorite curve. Literally framed like art. It starts off like this?!

The second one might be even better though.

You bent over, panties pulled halfway down your thighs, ass cheek lifted so you can get your fingers underneath. Flash lighting up your thighs, gloss on your lips, veil around your shoulders. Looking like a fucking Goddess.

Polaroids from that position, with your finger teasing both holes, with toys rubbing over them, pearls on your spine, all pretty for him.

There’s one photo, which is…different than the rest.

No face, no pearls, no lingerine, no veil.

Just you, on your belly, knees spread, panties off, and your hands reaching back to pull your cheeks apart. The flash puts a delicious focus of the curve of your spine, ending in the most intimate, shameless shot of your tightest hole on full display — puckered, pink, just a little shiny.

Like you’d already played with it.

Like you prepared it just for him.

In that perfect little black polaroid border, you scribbled in sharp letters

“Next time, it’s yours<3”

Riki doesn’t smile. Doesn’t speak. Doesn’t even move for a solid ten seconds.

Just stares. Blinks once. Closes the envelope. And then knocks on the bathroom door.

‘Babe. Come out.’

You peek out in a silk robe, small nightgown under, and his gaze goes straight down.

‘Hands on the bed. Just like that photo.’

He drops his pants, and gets behind you. Grabs your hips with so much harshness like he’s mad. Then pauses — cause you have the nerve to giggle.

‘You liked them?’

‘Stop talking.’

Then he spits on your back and watches as it slides down in between your cheeks. Your hole, it’s still open for him. Those damn pictures were freshly taken, with this exact purpose. To get him to fill you there.

So he pushes in. No more prep, no more teasing, just raw pleasure.

‘Gonna stretch it for me properly, baby’

‘You made it look so pretty… wanna see it twitch when I cum inside.’

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hi congrats on 100 !! for the tik tok trend thing can i pls request #7 for ni-ki from enha ( fem reader) ?? thank you :)

Trying to sit on his lap while he’s on the computer or while he's play video games

♡Parings♡ Ni-ki x reader

Warnings: sleepy y/n, gamer ni-ki

A/n: this is kinda short but i loved this :( thank you for requesting.

Back to the tiktok event

You hear the smashing of controller buttons as your open ni-ki's door and groan in frustration, you wanted to go to sleep but you couldn't do it with him. Walking inside the room, you make your way  towards him and his setup. "Ri-ki, come to bed" you whine, dragging out the word 'bed' Ni-ki removes one of his headphones and glances at you before going back to his game, "Yeah baby, after this game.", "But you said that an hour ago" you pout. He hums before yelling some directions at heeseung. You groan in frustration and stare at his computer screen, eyes starting the droop. When an idea pops in your head, looking at Ni-ki you start to chew on your bottom lip in nervousness, walking towards ni-ki you lift his arms and crawl into his lap. "Babe what are you do- oh." Ni-ki stares at you cuddling into him. "Are you comfy?" He quietly ask, nodding your head you sigh softly as tiredness starts to consume you. Ni-ki goes back to his game, occasionally he'll rub your back and whisper sweet nothings in your ear.

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forever and always — sjy & psh

bf!jake x yn x bf!sunghoon

warnings: established poly relationships (jake yn and hoon), pet names, kisses, lowcase written

synopsis: you might just realise how your boyfriends are going to be your forever and always and love you even more for your clingy side.

wc: 1.6k

a/n: if you know me then you know this was bound to happen. literally down bad for jakehoon and would legit be the perfect house wife for them both 🙏🏻 feedbacks are appreciated 🙂‍↕️ this was also inspired by a tiktok but i can’t find it anymore so yes well credit to them for inspiring me so badly for jakehoon fluff 🥹

sigh.

and sigh.

and sigh again.

as you sigh dramatically for the hundredth time, you nuzzle closer to jake, who’s giving you a mix of exasperation and amusement. you know he secretly enjoys it, even though he's acting all serious right now.

“yn, i swear to god,” jake mutters under his breath, trying to maintain his composure but failing. his eyes flicker with a hint of fondness that he can’t hide. “you’ve been doing this all morning. what’s going on?”

you pout, your hand reaching for his, intertwining your fingers as you snuggle into his side. “i need attention. and you’re not giving it to me,” you say in a slightly whiny tone, the words dripping with playful dramatics.

it’s jake’s turn to sigh this time, though it’s more out of defeat than annoyance. “i’m literally right next to you,” he grumbles, trying to seem unbothered, but his thumb starts tracing circles on the back of your hand.

“but where’s the fun in that?” you reply, eyes widening innocently as you look up at him. “i want you to pamper me.”

at that exact moment, sunghoon walks into the room, fresh from the shower, a towel lazily hanging from his neck as he shakes out his wet hair. his eyebrows raise as he observes the scene — you clinging to jake like a baby koala. “what’s all this about?” he asks, a teasing lilt in his voice as he notices your clinginess.

“yn in one of their moods,” jake says, rolling his eyes but smiling softly.

“mood?” you huff, now turning to sunghoon, your pout deepening as you shift away from Jake and towards him. “i’m just asking for a little love and attention! is that too much to ask?”

sunghoon chuckles, crouching down in front of the couch, his hand finding its way to your cheek, gently caressing it.

“a little love and attention, huh?” he repeats, his voice soft yet teasing. his eyes hold the same warmth that jake’s do, even if they’re both pretending to be put out by your antics.

you nod vigorously. “yes! both of you have been ignoring me all morning.”

jake snorts at that. “ignoring you? you’ve been between us the entire time of the night, and the day before and so on.”

“exactly,” sunghoon adds, now leaning closer, his lips brushing your forehead in a gentle kiss. “we’ve been right here.”

you let out another exaggerated sigh, though this one is more playful than frustrated. “it’s not enough. i need more,” you declare dramatically, your arms wrapping around sunghoon’s neck as you pull him into an embrace, leaning back into the couch cushions with him in your arms.

jake, seeing this, sighs as well and shifts closer to you on the other side. “you’re so clingy today,” he mutters, but there’s no bite in his tone. in fact, he sounds almost… happy.

and you know the truth — they secretly love when you’re like this. they’d never admit it outright, but the way jake’s hand sneaks around your waist to pull you back into him, and the way sunghoon’s arms tighten around your frame, tells you all you need to know.

you feel their warmth enveloping you, and for a moment, you bask in the quiet intimacy of it all. their steady breathing, the subtle beat of their hearts against you, it makes you feel safe — like you’re exactly where you belong.

“i know you guys secretly like it when i’m clingy,” you mumble, half into sunghoon’s chest and half into Jake’s shoulder.

jake huffs, his hand now rubbing soothing circles on your back. “you’re impossible.”

sunghoon laughs softly. “but we wouldn’t have it any other way,” he says quietly, pressing another kiss to your temple.

you smile, feeling the love from both of them surround you, the gentle touches, the warmth, and the way they’re both here, right where you need them.

“love you both,” you murmur contentedly.

jake presses a soft kiss to the top of your head. “we love you too, clinginess and all.”

sunghoon hums in agreement, his hand gently brushing through your hair. “always.”

you shift slightly in between your two boyfriends, the warmth of their bodies making you feel all soft inside. jake’s fingers continue to trail lazily along your back, and sunghoon is still playing with your hair, a quiet hum vibrating in his chest.

"so, what you're saying you need more attention, huh?" jake says, his voice dropping just a little as he tilts his head down, catching your eye. he has that playful smirk on his face that you know too well — the one that always makes your heart skip a beat.

you narrow your eyes at him, catching on to his teasing. "yes, exactly. i don't think you're giving me enough." you stick your tongue out a little, leaning more into sunghoon’s chest.

sunghoon chuckles, his hand moving from your hair to your waist, holding you a little tighter. "you sure about that? because it kinda looks like you're being spoiled right now." his voice is smooth, almost a whisper, and it sends a shiver down your spine, though his tone remains lighthearted.

“hmmm” you hum thoughtfully, biting your lip in a mock-thoughtful way. “spoiled? i think we can do better.”

"oh, is that right?" jake leans down even closer, his breath brushing your ear now, sending a tiny spark through you. his tone has a teasing edge as he adds, "maybe we should really show you what spoiled feels like."

you laugh, but it's nervous — playful nervous. "what are you guys planning?" you squirm slightly, trying to keep your cool, but the closeness of both of them has you feeling all warm and giddy inside.

"nothing." sunghoon’s voice is too innocent as he shifts, his lips brushing your cheek now. "unless you're asking for it."

you playfully push at sunghoon’s chest, giggling as jake nuzzles into the crook of your neck. "you two are so-" you start, but you're cut off by a soft kiss being pressed to your temple, this time from jake.

"what?" jake murmurs against your skin, a smile in his voice. “loving? affectionate?”

“clingy,” you tease, laughing when sunghoon pinches your waist gently.

“clingy?” sunghoon repeats, raising an eyebrow. “that’s rich, coming from you, love.”

you scrunch your nose, knowing you're definitely being the clingiest one right now, but also secretly loving how they're both so wrapped up in you.

“okay, okay, fine. maybe i’m being a little clingy today,” you admit, your voice softening as you look between them. “but i like it when we're like this.”

jake’s teasing smirk melts into something softer as he rests his chin on your shoulder, his lips brushing against your collarbone in the faintest kiss. "we like it too," he says, his voice lower but still full of affection.

sunghoon’s hand traces a slow path up and down your side as he leans in to press another kiss, this time to your forehead. "we always like it when you're close," he whispers.

a blush creeps up your neck as your heart flutters, feeling the intensity of their closeness but also the overwhelming sense of love in the moment. it’s not just about flirting or teasing - it's the connection, the warmth, the comfort they bring you.

you could spend the rest of the day tangled up between them like this, and it just wouldn't be enough.

you let out a soft, contented sigh, your heart swelling as you snuggle even closer. "you two are such softies," you mumble, trying to hide your smile as you close your eyes.

jake chuckles, his voice rumbling against your skin. "only for you."

"and only always," sunghoon adds, brushing his thumb over your cheek.

you smile at their words, feeling loved in every possible way. and even though they were teasing you just a minute ago, you know they're serious. they’d spoil you, hold you, love you forever if you asked them to.

"guess i’ll just have to keep being clingy then," you say softly, opening your eyes just enough to see the way they both look at you — like you're their whole world.

jake’s lips quirk into a grin, and he leans in, his voice dropping just enough to make your heart flutter again. "we wouldn't want it any other way."

sunghoon hums in agreement, leaning in closer to plant one more soft kiss on your lips. “never.”

yoy smile, feeling warmth bloom in your chest as you snuggle closer to both of them. “good,” you whisper, pretending to be dramatic again. “because i’m not going anywhere. you’re stuck with me forever.”

jake chuckles, tightening his arms around you as he presses his forehead against yours. “forever sounds perfect.”

sunghoon grins, leaning his head on your shoulder. “you say that like it’s a threat, but we’re definitely winning here.”

you smirk, eyes still closed. “you sure? i’m a lot to handle.”

jake snorts. “please, you’re nothing compared to sunghoon’s weird obsession with collecting skincare samples.”

sunghoon gasps dramatically, pulling away just enough to look offended. “excuse me? my skin is flawless, thank you very much. you could learn a thing or two.”

you laugh, the warmth in your chest growing as their playful banter surrounds you, making you feel even more cherished. "fine, you two can keep bickering while i just enjoy all this attention."

jake grins, ruffling your hair with a soft chuckle. "our clingy queen deserves nothing less, and we’re at your service."

sunghoon leans in, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head. "forever at your service," he adds with a teasing smile.

you sigh contentedly, snuggling into both of them as you murmur, “forever sounds perfect.”

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Love, Unburned Ft. Werewolf!Jisung

A/n: The title omfg, I'm running out of ideas. 😭🤣🫶🏻 y'all are gonna have to bear with me.

Genre: Fantasy au, supernatural au, werewolf au, fluff, romance, comfort

Pairings: Werewolf!Jisung x Vampire!Lia

Warnings: She gets attacked, mentions of blood and maybe some strong language? (I don't remember lol)

The cicadas were screaming outside like they had a vendetta against silence. The sun was ruthless, blazing through the glass panels of the classroom and turning everything into a slow roast. Even the breeze that occasionally slipped in through the half-open windows was warm and useless—like someone breathing on your neck instead of cooling you down.

It was the peak of summer.

Jisung sat in his new seat—not directly by the window, but close enough that the sunlight pooled at the edges of his desk, casting sharp lines of heat across his notebook. Sweat dripped lazily down his forehead as he leaned on his right palm, eyelids heavy. He could barely hear the teacher’s voice as it buzzed somewhere in the background, mumbling through names and rearrangements.

This was the first lecture of the semester, and already, it was exhausting.

Every year it was the same—new seat arrangements, new weather to suffer through, and the same question echoing in his head

Why do I live like this? Why do I go through this heat every. Damn. Year??

Everything was warm, uncomfortable, and borderline unlivable.

Until—

“Seo Lia with Park Jisung.”

The teacher’s voice rang a little clearer this time, cutting through the haze in his head like someone flipping a switch.

Jisung sat up straighter, blinking once.

Did he hear that right?

He turned his head—and there she was.

Lia.

Gathering her things from across the classroom, quiet as ever. Her dark hair was tucked behind her ear, her eyes down as she carefully stacked her books. She didn’t look particularly thrilled or upset. Just… calm, like always.

Jisung swallowed.

Seo Lia. He hadn’t heard her name in a while, but it still stirred something in his memory. They had been classmates since high school—hell, even in the same cram school—but they had never once spoken. Not because of some drama. Just… things never lined up. Maybe it was timing. Maybe it was the fact that werewolves and vampires didn’t really mingle back then—not seriously, anyway.

It wasn’t that he had anything against vampires now. That whole tension thing was outdated. But still… being seatmates with her? For the entire semester?

He scratched the back of his neck as she approached, glancing at him briefly before sliding into the seat beside him.

He didn’t know what to say. He wasn’t great at talking. She looked like the type who preferred silence anyway.

But still.

The buzz of the cicadas returned, louder than before.

And for some reason, even under the heat, he felt… a little more awake.

Every day was the same.

They’d come into class.

He’d nod at her. She’d nod back.

That was their form of “good morning.”

Then they'd sit in silence. Side by side.

Jisung would half-focus on the lecture while Lia quietly fidgeted with the sleeves of her blouse—always long, even in the unbearable heat. She’d tug at the hem, twist the fabric between her fingers like she was trying to ground herself, and always after ten minutes—almost like clockwork—she’d raise her hand.

“Professor, may I go to the washroom?”

She’d slip out the door quietly, disappearing for a good five minutes before returning. Her sleeves would be wet at the ends, sometimes even dripping faintly.

It happened so regularly that even the professor stopped acknowledging it.

But one person didn’t.

“Some bladder she has,” an annoying voice would mumble from the back of the class—usually that guy from the rugby team, another werewolf with a permanently smug expression. He laughed at his own joke every time like it was new.

Lia never reacted. Never even looked back.

Jisung didn’t laugh either. Not because he was defending her. He just… didn’t find it funny.

But he also didn’t understand.

Not until that day.

Exactly two weeks into the semester.

It was hotter than usual. The kind of heat that made the air shimmer near the windows. Jisung was slouched in his chair, completely unbothered by whatever the professor was droning on about. His eyes drifted lazily around the room, until they landed on her.

Lia.

Sitting beside him like always, face slightly turned away from him.

But her skin—her skin was smoking.

His posture straightened immediately.

The exposed side of her face and arm, the side directly facing the window, was flushed, red—and worse, there was actual steam rising from it. Not just redness. Not just a sunburn.

Her skin was burning.

Jisung’s heart skipped.

He didn’t think.

He just moved.

"Hey—" he said sharply, reaching over and grabbing her arm. She flinched, startled, turning to him wide-eyed as he pulled her away from the light.

And that’s when he saw it up close.

The side of her face was raw, blistering slightly, and her arm looked like she’d pressed it against an open oven door. The smell of singed fabric lingered faintly in the air.

He stared at her, stunned. “You’re burning.”

Lia looked just as shocked that he was speaking—to her, let alone this panicked.

Her voice was small, like she hadn’t used it in hours.

“...The sun. It burns a little.”k

A little?

A little?

He stared at her for one more beat, and then stood without another word. In one motion, he dragged his chair with one hand and gently tugged her seat away from the window with the other, swapping their places.

She gasped in surprise, chair squeaking across the floor as she found herself suddenly where he had been sitting a moment ago.

Before she could speak, he dropped back into the seat by the window, resting his elbow on the sill like it was no big deal.

“Tell me next time,” he muttered, eyes forward. “You don’t just have to sit here and burn.”

Lia turned to look at him, completely stunned.

He didn’t look at her. Didn’t ask for thanks. Didn’t ask if she was okay again.

But she couldn’t stop staring.

No one had ever done that before.

No one had noticed.

And even if they had, no one had moved.

But Jisung did.

Just like that.

Like it was nothing.

After that day—the day he switched seats with her and told her not to “just sit there and burn”—something quietly shifted between them.

Nothing major.

Just… their routine.

Every morning, Lia would now softly greet him with a “Good morning” the moment she slid into her seat beside him. Her voice was still quiet, still unsure, but it held a warmth that hadn’t been there before.

And every time Jisung accidentally dozed off during class—heat making his thoughts melt into mush—she would nudge him gently with her elbow and pass him her notes, pages already underlined and corner-folded. She didn’t say anything, didn’t scold. Just… helped. Like it was natural.

And every time he cracked another pen in half (usually during his bouts of dramatic boredom), she'd sigh under her breath and slide an extra one onto his desk without a word. Different colors every time.

It felt nice.

Unexpectedly so.

Because suddenly, the girl who had always existed in his life—same schools, same cram center, same Tuesday time slot—was now present in it. Like she’d stepped into focus.

He didn’t know if it was because of that seat switch or just timing. Maybe they had never really crossed paths before because they weren’t meant to—until now.

Not that Lia had been ignoring him before. They’d just… been parallel lines. Living near, never intersecting. Different circles. Different kinds of quiet.

But now?

Now she was right there.

A soft presence beside him that didn’t demand attention but made him want to give it anyway.

Even in the unbearable heat of midsummer, when the air felt like thick honey and the cicadas screamed their anthem from the trees, Jisung didn’t mind.

After all, his skin didn’t burn and smoke like Lia’s.

So he didn’t complain.

—

It was another sluggish afternoon when boredom crept in like a second skin. The professor’s voice buzzed like a broken speaker, and Jisung was already three blinks away from slumping fully onto his desk.

Instead, he turned slightly to his left, pencil in hand, and tapped her arm with the eraser end.

She glanced at him, curious.

He leaned in a little and whispered, “Do you… remember me from cram school?”

Lia blinked at him once, then nodded.

“Yeah,” she said simply. “We were classmates, too.”

That caught him off guard.

“You knew that?”

She tilted her head. “Of course. You had the loudest pencil taps during mock exams.”

He looked half-offended. “That was focus tapping.”

She arched a brow. “That was annoying tapping.”

Jisung paused, lips parting to argue—then he thought about it.

“…Okay,” he said eventually, “I guess it would be annoying if it wasn’t coming from me.”

That made her smile.

Not the quiet polite one, but a real one.

Her lips curled, her shoulders relaxed, and a soft chuckle escaped her throat. Just for a second. Barely even a sound.

But it was enough to set off a small explosion in his chest.

What the hell.

What the actual hell.

Since when did awkward vampire girls make spring bloom in his ribcage?

He blinked once. Twice.

She was still smiling.

And he wasn’t breathing properly anymore.

“Wha—” he started, but no words came out.

Lia turned back to the lecture, as if nothing had happened. As if she hadn’t just reached inside his chest and flipped every emotion switch on at once.

Jisung leaned back in his chair slowly, blinking at the ceiling.

“…She smiled,” he mumbled under his breath.

He wasn’t okay.

Jisung had never really thought about it before, but now that he was paying attention—he couldn’t help but realize something.

It wasn’t just that he’d always known Lia. It wasn’t just because she was good at everything, especially academics, and had the air of being too good for everyone else. She was a vampire, for god’s sake. That should’ve been enough of a reason for him to stay at arm’s length.

No, it wasn’t just that.

He’d always known her because, maybe, just maybe, he had actually found her cute.

He had never thought about it before. She had always just been there—that quiet girl who sat in the back and did her thing while everyone else ignored her. But now that they were seated together, exchanging notes, passing pens, he noticed more. Her small, graceful movements. The way she fiddled with the edge of her sleeve when nervous. The way her eyes would narrow slightly when she focused, making her look like a person with an entire universe in her head.

She was cute, he realized.

She was the only girl he’d ever really looked at.

The thought made him pause for a second.

But just as quickly, he shoved it away.

It was no big deal. It was just a classmate, right? A seatmate.

He wasn’t some lovesick fool.

He shook his head and tried to focus on rugby practice, but his mind kept drifting back to her.

—

Later that afternoon, after the usual run of drills with Jeno and Jaemin, Jisung jogged off to the side of the field to catch his breath. The air was thick, humid, but at least it wasn’t as suffocating as the classrooms. His teammates continued chatting, but Jisung found himself glancing around without thinking.

And then—there she was. Or, rather—there she wasn’t.

He blinked.

Where was Lia?

She was always the one to keep to herself, but Jisung never really noticed until now that, during every break or free time, she was always nowhere to be seen.

Even though they’d started to talk more, even though they shared this whole routine of passing notes and pens, he still didn’t really know where she went when they weren’t together.

He muttered under his breath.

“Where does she go…?

Jaemin, who had been laughing at something Jeno said, turned at the sound of his voice. “Who?”

Jisung didn’t mean to blurt it out. It was just a passing thought.

But now that it had escaped, he froze. “Uh… Lia. My seatmate.”

Jaemin raised an eyebrow. “Lia? Who’s that?”

“Lia,” Jisung repeated, his voice a little louder than necessary. “My seatmate. The vampire . You know, the one with the long sleeves and—”

Jeno, who had overheard, snorted.

“Ohhh. That vampire.”

Jisung’s heart skipped a beat.

“That vampire?” he repeated, suddenly defensive. “She has a name, Jeno. And her name is Lia.”

Jeno waved his hand dismissively. “Yeah, whatever. Who cares?”

The words stung more than he thought they would, but Jisung didn’t have time to react before Jaemin leaned in, a teasing grin lighting up his face.

“Aww, Jisungie’s got a wittle crushhh,” he cooed, practically rubbing his hands together with mischief.

Jisung’s face went red as he shot Jaemin a glare. “Shut up.”

“No, no!” Jaemin’s grin widened. “Come on, man. We’re just messing with you. We see the way you look at her.”

“I don’t—” Jisung started, but Jaemin was already nudging Jeno, who was grinning like a Cheshire cat.

“Ohhh, this is good,” Jeno said with a teasing wink. “So, Jisung’s got a crush on a vampire. This is gonna be fun.”

Jisung felt like his face was on fire. His thoughts were jumbled as he desperately tried to explain himself, but all that came out was, “I—I just—what are you talking about?!”

Jaemin just laughed, ruffling his hair. “I’m just saying, man. You’ve got it bad.”

The teasing continued for a few more minutes as Jisung tried to deny everything, but deep down, he couldn’t ignore the flutter in his chest.

Did I really have a crush on her?

He didn’t know.

But something about the way she smiled at him—actually smiled at him—made him think that maybe, just maybe, there was something more to this whole “seatmate” situation than he’d realized.

And that thought alone was enough to make him feel more than a little confused.

After practice, the teasing continued in waves—Jaemin’s “wittle crush” joke echoing in his head long after they’d showered and changed.

But what lingered more than the embarrassment was that gnawing question.

Where does she go?

It wasn’t like he was obsessed or anything. He was just curious. He had never really seen her eat lunch in the cafeteria or hang around under the shade like others did. And the heat today—damn, it was unbearable. Even for him, a werewolf.

So how was she handling it?

With that question clinging to his chest, he turned down the hallway, slowing his steps as he neared their classroom. The corridors were quiet now—everyone was either passed out in their dorms or tucked away in the common room, soaking in whatever breeze the ceiling fans could muster.

He pushed open the classroom door.

And stopped.

His heart slammed against his ribs.

Lia was there.

Collapsed on the floor beside the desk they shared—her body slumped, back pressed against the wall right beneath the window. The sun streamed in mercilessly, and even though her face was turned away, he could see it—she was barely holding herself upright.

“Lia?” he said, voice sharp, more urgent than he meant.

She looked up slowly, eyes a little glassy, her face pale under the shadows of her bangs.

“It’s… too hot,” she whispered, breath thin. “Sorry. I just needed to—rest a little…”

Jisung didn’t wait.

He dropped his bag and was at her side in a second, knees hitting the floor as he reached into his backpack, pulling out his water bottle and a small sachet of electrolyte powder. He always carried one during summer sports training.

“Hey, hey,” he said gently, popping the cap open and tearing the powder with his teeth. “Don’t apologize, okay? Just—here, drink this. Slowly.”

She blinked up at him, dazed, as he tilted the bottle and gently brought it to her lips.

He helped her sit up, one arm supporting her shoulder as he eased the water into her mouth, careful not to spill.

“There we go,” he murmured, voice oddly soft even to his own ears. “You’re burning up…”

She swallowed weakly, the cool drink finally seeming to pull her out of that fog, and a shiver ran down her arms as the heat broke in her system.

“I didn’t want to be out in the sun,” she mumbled, barely audible. “But the hallways were too full, and I… didn’t want to bother anyone…”

“Are you serious?” Jisung said, more harshly than intended. “You were burning. You passed out, Lia.”

She flinched slightly at his tone.

He bit his lip aa àa.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to yell,” he added, voice low now, almost a whisper. “I just… got scared.”

There was a long pause.

She stared at him.

The heat buzzed outside. Cicadas shrieked in the background. But between them, it was quiet.

“I didn’t know you’d come looking for me,” she said finally.

Jisung looked down at her—at the way her lips were dry, the way her voice shook slightly.

“Neither did I,” he said honestly.

She blinked.

He ran a hand through his damp hair, suddenly aware of how close they were sitting, of how her skin still sizzled faintly where it had been exposed.

“I just… got this weird feeling,” he added. “Like something was off. And when you weren’t around, I—”

He paused.

“I wanted to know where you were.”

Her glassy eyes softened slightly.

“Why?”

Jisung didn’t answer right away.

He could’ve lied. Said something casual. Made a joke.

But she was looking at him like she wanted the truth.

So he gave it to her.

“Because you matter to me.”

The words fell out.

He didn’t mean for them to come that easily—but they did.

Lia blinked once. Twice. Her lips parted.

And Jisung could feel his pulse racing like he’d just played another game of rugby, except this time, the stakes felt personal.

Too personal.

๋ ࣭ ⭑

The classroom was empty again. It was the kind of stillness that only came during a canceled class on a weekday—the echo of cicadas humming outside, the overhead fan clicking lazily as it spun, and sunlight flooding in muted gold from the far side of the windows.

Jisung was sprawled out halfway on his desk, his head resting on his folded arms as he let out a long sigh. Next to him, Lia sat upright, sleeves down as always, carefully writing something in her notebook.

He tilted his head just enough to look at her.

“…Hey,” he said, voice soft and a little sleepy. “Can I ask something?”

She glanced at him from the corner of her eye, blinking slowly. “Sure.”

Jisung sat up a little, turning his body so he was facing her more directly.

“I realized something recently,” he said. “I’ve… never actually seen you around during breaks. Even back in high school. Not once.”

She stopped writing.

He continued. “Like—not even accidentally. Everyone else was running around, playing on the field, hanging near the vending machines, but you… it’s like you just disappeared.”

Lia slowly closed her notebook.

There was a small pause before she responded.

“…It’s because of the sun,” she said, almost plainly. “I’m a vampire, Jisung.”

He blinked. “Well… yeah. I know that.”

But the moment the words left his mouth, they hit him harder than he expected.

Oh.

His eyes widened a little in realization.

“You can’t go out in the sun,” he muttered.

She gave him a tight smile. “Not without consequences. My skin burns. Not always instantly, but under harsh sunlight for too long—it smokes, then blisters. Gets painful really fast.”

Jisung leaned back in his chair slowly, processing it.

He remembered the red on her arms. The faint sizzle. The pain in her eyes.

“You were serious when you said the sun burns,” he said, half to himself.

Lia nodded once. “Mm-hm.”

He turned fully toward her now, interest piqued and concern bubbling underneath his calm voice.

“Then… how do you come to uni every day? Or get home?” he asked. “I mean, it’s summer. It’s brutal out there.”

She shrugged lightly, as if it wasn’t a big deal. “I carry an umbrella. One of those UV-proof ones. It doesn’t stop it completely, but it helps enough for me to get from home to class or back home.”

“That still sounds awful.”

“It’s better than nothing.”

She reached into her bag and pulled out a folded, worn black umbrella, placing it on the desk with a small thud.

Jisung stared at it.

“You’ve been walking in this heat… with that tiny thing protecting you from being literally cooked?” he asked, voice tinged with disbelief.

Lia chuckled softly. “It’s not ideal, but it’s better than roasting alive.”

He leaned his chin on his palm, gaze still on her.

“So… that’s why you always stay in the classroom during break?”

She nodded. “Too bright. And honestly, too many people.”

That last part made Jisung smile a little.

“Fair.”

He was quiet for a moment, then said, “You know, I never really… thought about how different it is for you.”

Lia tilted her head. “Because I’m a vampire?”

“Yeah,” he said. “I mean, we all know about vampires, werewolves, and all that, but we don’t really think about it. Like… what it’s actually like.”

He paused, eyes drifting back to the umbrella.

“How hard it must be. Every single day.”

Lia blinked, looking down. Her voice was small when she answered.

“…You’re the first person to say that.”

The words hung in the warm silence for a beat.

And Jisung felt that flutter again—the one that tugged something in his chest.

Like her words mattered more than they should have.

He looked over at her again. Her eyes were cast downward, but a faint smile touched her lips.

The sunlight didn’t reach her side of the desk anymore. But even without the light, Jisung thought she still glowed.

๋ ࣭ ⭑

The next day arrived with the same unbearable heat, the same dry buzz of cicadas, and the same golden glow bleeding in through the classroom windows. Students filtered out as usual after the last class before lunch—laughing, chattering, heading toward shade or cold drinks or anywhere with even the slightest breeze.

But Lia stayed.

As always.

She pulled out her book and her umbrella, propped it nearby just in case, and got comfortable in her usual seat near the back. The fan above barely worked, spinning with a weak whir. The warmth made her a little drowsy, and she blinked slowly, fighting the tiredness.

Then—

The door slid open.

She looked up, expecting someone to have forgotten their notebook or water bottle.

Instead, Jisung stepped in.

She blinked once.

Twice.

“What are you doing here?” she asked, surprised, sitting up straighter.

He walked over casually, his long frame moving in a lazy, unhurried way, like the heat didn’t affect him one bit. Instead of heading to his usual spot—either by the vending machine or wherever Jaemin and Jeno were goofing around outside—he walked straight toward her.

Then he sat down on the floor beside her desk, back against the cool wall, legs stretched out.

Lia stared.

Jisung caught the look and tilted his head slightly with a soft smile.

“What?” he asked.

“…You usually hang out with your friends,” she said carefully. “Jeno. Jaemin. Rugby boys. You know.”

“I do,” he said, resting his head back against the wall with a sigh. Then he looked at her again and added, “But I wanted to hang out with you today instead.”

Lia’s heart hiccuped.

“You… wanted to?” she repeated, blinking.

He nodded once.

“No offense to the pack,” he said, glancing out the window briefly, “but it’s too hot to pretend I care about who wins at rock-paper-scissors for drinks.”

He turned back to her.

“And I figured it might be more chill here.”

Lia just looked at him for a long second, like her brain was still buffering.

“…You’re strange,” she said finally, though her voice wasn’t unkind.

“I get that a lot.”

She turned her gaze away quickly, hoping he didn’t notice the small smile that tugged at her lips.

But he did.

He saw it, and it warmed something in his chest.

They sat in a gentle silence for a while, the hum of cicadas like background static. Lia occasionally glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, but Jisung didn’t say much more. He just sat there, comfortable, leaning back, eyes half-lidded, letting the moment stretch.

Eventually, she broke the quiet.

“You know you don’t have to do this, right?”

Jisung turned his head to her.

“Do what?”

“Sit here. Keep me company. I’m fine alone.”

He looked at her for a beat, then smiled—softer this time. Sincere.

“I know you are,” he said. “But I didn’t want to be alone.”

That made her stop.

Her fingers paused against the edges of her book.

He turned away again, like it wasn’t a big deal.

“It’s just nicer… when you’re around.”

The quiet stretched between them again, warm and comfortable now. Jisung let his head rest lazily against the wall, eyes roaming around the nearly empty classroom until they landed on the book in Lia’s hands.

The cover was pastel pink, a little creased at the edges, and had a simple illustration of two people holding hands under the stars. Definitely not a textbook.

He squinted at it.

“What are you reading?”

Lia blinked, a little caught off guard. She glanced at the cover like she’d forgotten she was still holding it.

“…It’s just a silly book about love,” she mumbled, brushing her thumb across the corner.

Jisung tilted his head. “Why silly?”

She hesitated. “I don’t know… It’s just a fantasy, I guess. The main character’s human, and she falls in love with this spirit guy. It’s dramatic. Cheesy. They’re always whispering in forests or gazing at the moon. Stuff like that.”

Jisung grinned, amused. “Sounds kind of nice, honestly.”

She looked at him, surprised.

He shrugged. “Love stories aren’t silly. I think wanting something soft is kind of… brave, actually.”

Lia blinked.

He leaned a little closer, peeking at the page.

“Let me read it with you.”

“…You want to read this?”

“Yeah. Scoot.”

And so, they did. For the rest of that break, they read from the same book—her holding it, him leaning in slightly, close enough to smell the faint trace of lavender on her clothes and ink on the page.

It became their new thing.

Every day after that, Jisung stopped going out for breaks. Jaemin teased him. Jeno rolled his eyes. But Jisung didn’t care. He liked the quiet. He liked the soft way Lia read aloud sometimes without realizing, barely a whisper. He liked how she always saved the page with a little red thread she kept in her pencil pouch. And he liked her.

More than he knew how to admit.

—

One particularly scorching day, with the fans barely working and the light outside blinding, Lia sat curled slightly in her spot, the book resting open on her lap. Her eyes had fluttered shut, her breathing light, but she wasn’t quite asleep.

Jisung watched her for a moment from his spot beside her on the floor.

At first, he thought she was asleep, but after a few minutes, her shoulders twitched. Her fingers kept curling and uncurling, like she was trying to relax but couldn’t.

“You’re not sleeping,” he said softly.

Her eyes opened—barely.

“I am,” she whispered.

He raised a brow. “Not really.”

She shifted and sat up a little, rubbing her eyes gently. “…It’s hard to.”

Jisung tilted his head. “Why?”

She didn’t answer right away. Her eyes drifted toward the window, toward the rectangle of blinding sun that poured across the floorboards just a few feet away.

And then she said—

“I’m scared that if I fall asleep… I won’t notice when the sun shifts. And it’ll burn me.”

Jisung blinked.

Something tightened in his chest.

“I usually nap in small bursts,” she added softly. “Just to be safe.”

He looked at the sun patch near her feet, then at her tired eyes, and then—he reached into his backpack and pulled out his hoodie.

Without a word, he stood, moved beside her, and gently pulled the curtain wider so the sunlight veered away. Then he draped his hoodie over the curtain rail to block even the gaps.

The room dimmed slightly.

He sat back down, cross-legged, and looked at her.

“I’ll keep watch,” he said simply. “So just sleep."

Lia stared at him, eyes wide.

“You don’t have to.”

“I want to.”

“…What if you fall asleep?”

He gave her a lazy smile. “Then I guess we burn together.”

She chuckled at that, just a little—quiet but real.

Her eyelids fluttered again, slower this time. Trust had a funny way of sneaking in, warm and unnoticed—like how sunlight filtered through closed curtains.

And this time, Lia didn’t fight it.

The classroom was dim now, the buzzing heat softened by the shadow Jisung had carefully made. The book still rested open on her lap, pages fluttering in the breeze from the weak fan.

She shifted slightly.

Then—hesitantly, almost like she was scared she’d get pushed away—she leaned over and gently rested her head on his shoulder.

Jisung froze.

Just for a second.

Not in discomfort.

But in the kind of way someone freezes when they realize something is happening that they never expected to—but desperately don’t want to end.

Her hair brushed against his neck. She smelled like old pages and lavender fabric softener. Her weight was light, like she wasn’t even sure she could lean fully.

So he leaned into her. Just enough to let her know it was okay.

His shoulder tucked against her head.

“Comfortable?” he asked quietly, like his voice might ruin it.

“…Mhm,” she murmured, her voice already fading into sleep.

He swallowed.

Then, quieter:

“Good.”

The fan hummed above. Distant laughter floated from the open hallway. The sun stayed behind the curtain.

And for the first time in a long time, Lia slept—not in bursts, not half-watching the window, not worrying.

She slept.

Because someone was there.

Because Jisung was there.

And Jisung?

He didn’t move for the entire break.

He didn’t want to.

๋ ࣭ ⭑

The usual calm of break was there—the quiet fan spinning, her head gently resting on his shoulder, the book open between them.

Jisung could feel his pulse a little louder today. Not because of the heat. Not because of the book.

But because he’d practiced what he was going to say at least fifteen times in front of his mirror last night.

Clearing his throat softly, he tilted his head, just slightly, enough for her to notice.

“Hey,” he began, his voice steady but a little tight, “I… have a match after class today.”

Lia didn’t move, but he could feel the shift in her attention.

“It’s nothing big,” he added quickly, “just a casual one—like an internal practice match.”

She lifted her head a little, blinking sleepily.

He scratched the back of his neck. “I was thinking… since the forecast said it won’t be too hot today, um, maybe—if you feel okay and it’s not uncomfortable—you could come?”

He glanced sideways, trying to play it off casually. “Only if you want to. Totally fine if not. Like, no pressure or anything.”

Lia looked at him quietly for a second, and then gave a small nod with a soft hum.

“Okay."

Just that.

A small word that lit up his entire face.

Jisung looked away quickly, trying to hide the smile tugging at his lips.

---

That night, he practiced passing drills till late.

He even dragged Renjun out for advice.

“How do I say it like I don’t care but also kind of care a lot?”

Renjun had laughed. “You want her to know you want her there, without making it a big deal.”

“Exactly.”

“Then just ask like you did with me just now,” Renjun said, shaking his head. “You're a mess.”

But it worked.

—

The sun was unforgiving that day. Jisung had hoped the weather report was right, but it was almost worse than usual. His jersey clung to his skin, sweat dripping down his jaw as he warmed up with the others.

He kept glancing at the sparse crowd. Mostly pack mates, a few classmates, some faculty.

No sign of her.

And he didn’t blame her. Not one bit.

He shook his head and told himself:

Her comfort matters more. You said it yourself.

The whistle blew. First half began.

He played well. Kept his head in the game. But there was a slight tug in his chest—one that felt suspiciously like hope.

Half-time arrived and Jisung jogged to the benches, towel slung over his shoulder as he chugged some water.

Then—

A flicker of movement in the corner of his eye.

A black umbrella. Familiar. Small.

Shielding someone petite and very much real.

His head snapped up.

There she was.

Lia. Standing among a handful of quiet supporters, black umbrella over her shoulder, shielding herself from the sun even as it made her cheeks flush from the heat. She looked deeply uncomfortable… but she was there.

She came.

Their eyes met.

She smiled. A soft, real smile.

And lifted her hand in a small wave.

Jisung felt his ears burn so hard he was surprised steam didn’t come out.

Still—he smiled wide, cheeks aching as he waved back like a goofball.

She giggled, mouthed something at him.

Good luck.

And held a thumbs up.

His heart skipped an entire beat.

Then maybe two more.

The whistle blew.

Jisung’s chest heaved as he bent over, hands on his knees, soaked in sweat—but grinning like a fool.

They had won. By just a few points. It was tight, rough, and exhausting.

But he didn’t even care about the win itself.

Because the moment the game ended, his eyes shot back to the crowd—to her.

There she was, still under her black umbrella, pressed just outside the shade line of the bleachers. Her eyes widened the second their gazes locked, and she straightened as he immediately bolted from the field.

Not to his team.

Not to the coach.

Not to the crowd cheering the last goal.

Straight. To. Her.

The wind from his sprint nearly blew her umbrella sideways. Lia barely had time to adjust it before Jisung came to a breathless stop in front of her, sweat-slick and flushed, jersey clinging to him and hair sticking to his forehead.

She blinked at him, a little startled—not because he was here, but because now everyone was looking at them.

But Jisung didn’t care. His gaze was fixed entirely on her.

“You came,” he said, chest still rising and falling with effort. His voice was bright and hoarse and stunned.

She blinked again, slowly. “You asked me to,” she said softly.

He swallowed, eyes searching her face like he couldn’t believe she really stood there.

Then—

“Still,” he said, voice cracking a little with the weight of it, “the weather’s awful and you’re out here… for me."

“I wanted to,” she replied.

And just like that—his heart exploded.

He couldn’t hide the smile that bloomed across his face, all teeth and bashful joy.

Before she could say another word, he gently reached up and took the umbrella handle from her hand, holding it steady above her head.

“Let me,” he said. “You came for me. The least I can do is make sure you don’t melt.”

Lia’s cheeks flushed deeper—partly from the heat, partly because now it really did feel like all eyes were on them. And Jisung, with zero awareness of the gawking onlookers, just… beamed.

“You played really well,” she mumbled, adjusting her sleeves. “It was… cool to watch.”

He grinned wider, shrugging. “Pfft. I only won ‘cause you came.”

She blinked. “What?”

“True story,” he said, nodding solemnly. “Your presence gave me unmatched strength. I felt like a main character. It was all you.”

And somehow, despite the ridiculousness of it, she smiled—tiny, quiet, but real.

The sun was beginning to dip. The heat still lingered, but the moment had its own warmth now.

Jisung looked at her under the umbrella—her pale face framed in soft shadows, a shy smile curving her lips.

He wondered, just for a second, how he had ever thought she was scary back in high school.

They didn’t head straight home.

Jisung gently tugged her along—his hand still lightly holding the umbrella over her head as they walked past the fading field and up the sloped path behind campus. It wasn’t far, just a few minutes to the old tree that stood tall near the outer edge. Everyone called it the big tree, its wide branches and leafy crown providing the best shade in all of university.

They reached it in silence, save for the sound of cicadas in the grass and the soft shuffle of their shoes.

Lia blinked in surprise when he led her right to the wooden bench tucked beneath the branches, its surface old but still sturdy, half in shadow and perfect for escaping the summer sun.

He plopped down first, sighing as he stretched his legs before glancing up at her.

“Come on, it’s safe here,” he said with a small smile, patting the spot next to him.

She hesitated only a second before quietly sitting beside him.

He gently closed the umbrella and rested it against the bench.

The air was cooler here. Still warm, but without the sting of sunlight on skin.

They sat in companionable silence for a moment.

Then, almost out of nowhere, he turned to her, gaze soft.

“You look really pretty in daylight,” he said.

Her head jerked slightly, stunned.

Eyes wide, lips parting just a little. “What?”

Jisung blinked, like he hadn’t meant to say it out loud—but it was too late.

“I mean it,” he shrugged, looking out ahead of them at the swaying grass. “Most people don’t get to see you like this. But I think you look… really nice in the sun. Not just the whole vampire-in-daylight thing. Just… you. You’re pretty.”

She turned her face away, flustered. She’d been called a lot of things before—scary, strange, too pale—but pretty? Especially in the context of daylight?

Never.

He didn’t press it. He just leaned back, hands resting behind him, squinting up through the leaves.

And after a moment of silence—so natural it didn’t need to be filled—he shifted and leaned sideways.

His head gently landed on her shoulder.

Lia tensed up a little at first, eyes wide in surprise. But she didn’t move away.

Not even when he quietly said, eyes half-lidded:

“Just let me rest for a sec. You’re a good pillow.”

A small, stunned breath left her lips, followed by the tiniest huff of amusement.

She glanced down at the boy beside her—sweaty, tired, and still smiling just a bit in the shade of the tree. And maybe for the first time since entering university, since hiding away from the sun and people and voices—

She felt completely seen.

Not as a vampire. Not as someone to avoid.

Just… as Lia.

And she didn’t mind being someone’s pillow today.

๋ ࣭ ⭑

The walk home felt lighter than the air around them.

The sun had begun to lower, painting the streets in golden orange. The light hit the buildings gently, almost romantically, and for once Lia didn’t need her umbrella. She held it loosely in her hand, walking side by side with Jisung, their shadows stretched out in front of them.

They talked.

Nothing deep—just lazy, tired thoughts. A silly thing Jeno said during practice, a weird dream Lia had about biting a lemon thinking it was an apple, and how Jisung once accidentally knocked out a classmate with a dodgeball in middle school.

Lia laughed softly, and the sound made Jisung glance at her with that same fond, dumb grin he was starting to wear around her more often.

But as they neared a quieter neighborhood, she came to a stop.

“I’ll go from here,” she said quietly, turning to him with a polite smile. “My neighborhood’s mostly vampires. Older ones. They’re… not too fond of werewolves.”

Jisung’s lips tightened. “I can handle old grumpy vampires.”

She shook her head. “No. They’re different. It’s safer for both of us if I go alone from here.”

He looked at her for a long moment, conflicted.

But he understood. Some boundaries hadn’t been broken yet—no matter how much they wished otherwise.

He nodded. “Alright. Text me when you get home.”

She smiled and turned to go—but before she could take a step, he reached out and gently caught her hand.

She looked back, surprised.

“Thanks for coming today,” he said, eyes sincere. “It really meant a lot.”

Her chest fluttered.

“It’s fine,” she murmured, cheeks warm. “I had fun.”

And with one last smile, she walked off.

—

She walked through the quiet streets, the orange sky fading into dusky grey. Her heart still lingered back at the field—at Jisung’s smile, at the way he looked at her like she was human. Like she wasn’t some cursed legacy with fangs.

But that hope faded with her sigh.

She couldn’t wish for more. Not when the world was still painted in old bloodlines.

And especially not when her father was one of the most influential vampires in the region.

Suddenly, something shifted.

A chill passed through her spine.

She stopped.

From the dark mouth of a narrow alley, a glint of red eyes stared back at her.

She tensed, backing up slightly. Her powers—normally sharp and precise—felt slow. She’d stayed out too long. The sun had weakened her more than she realized.

Before she could react—

A growl.

A blur.

And then—

Pain.

The werewolf lunged, jaws sinking into her shoulder as she screamed, its weight slamming her to the ground. She tried to thrash away, but it was strong—too strong. Its claws tore at her side, and its teeth gnawed like it wanted to rip her apart.

“STOP—!” she gasped, blood spilling across the pavement.

The beast grabbed her leg and yanked, dragging her toward the alley.

She clawed at the ground—fingernails scraping the stone—but it didn’t stop.

Until—

“LIA!”

His voice.

And then—

A snarl. A crack. A storm of black fur.

The black wolf slammed into the attacker, tearing it off her with a bone-crushing blow. The two werewolves crashed into each other, claws and fangs clashing in a blur of fury and muscle.

Jisung’s wolf form towered over the other, eyes glowing with rage as he growled through his teeth, “You think you can just attack her?!”

He bit down, forcing the other to yelp and stumble.

The scene broke into chaos as more figures emerged from the shadows.

Vampires.

And not just any—her father at the front, face pale and sharp with fury.

He rushed to Lia’s side, kneeling, lifting her into his arms.

“Lia!?” he barked, eyes scanning her injuries. “Who did this—?!”

He looked up to see two wolves still fighting. And without hesitation, he barked, “End it! Kill them both if you must!”

But before anyone could move, a bloodied hand caught his wrist.

Lia’s.

Weakly, she whispered: “Jisung.”

The name rang like a bell through the stillness.

The vampires paused.

The black wolf stilled for a moment, before letting go of the attacker and stepping back.

The other werewolf growled low but Jisung didn’t let him retreat. He shifted right there, in front of all of them, back into human form. He was panting, shirt torn, skin streaked with blood, but his eyes were wild and furious.

He stepped forward, fists clenched.

“You don’t get to touch her,” he snarled at the other wolf. “Not her. Not ever.”

The vampires stared.

A werewolf—protecting a vampire. Bleeding for her. Fighting his own kind.

And Lia, in her father’s arms, watched with wide, trembling eyes.

Because no one—not even her—had ever fought like that for her.

The attacker—now human, exposed, and bruised—lay on the ground, barely conscious.

It was Minhyuk. The loudmouthed jock. Jisung’s own classmate. A fellow werewolf. A dumb bastard who played rugby like he ruled the field and walked the school like he owned it.

Jisung’s fists crashed into him again.

Once.

Twice.

“You thought it’d be fun?” he growled, rage consuming him. “You think she’s prey?!”

Minhyuk coughed out blood, trying to lift his arms in defense. But Jisung wasn’t done.

He grabbed the collar of Minhyuk’s shirt and threw him hard against the alley wall, eyes glowing bright yellow even in his human form.

Before he could hit him again, a cold hand caught Jisung’s wrist.

A vampire. Then another. Two more behind them. Minhyuk was quickly restrained by the clan that had appeared—his strength nothing compared to theirs.

“Enough,” one said sharply.

Jisung didn’t care. He turned, sprinting back to the motionless figure curled on the ground.

“Lia?” he called, dropping to his knees beside her, his voice breathless and panicked. “Lia?”

He barely noticed the figure already crouched by her side—a man with eyes like ice and presence like death. Her father.

But he didn’t register the danger.

All he saw was her.

“Are you okay? Oh god—” he murmured, eyes scanning her bloodied skin and torn clothes. “I should’ve never let you walk home alone.”

“Why did I let you—? I should’ve— I knew something felt off—!”

His voice cracked as his hands hovered over her, trembling.

The vampire lord stared, stunned.

A werewolf.

Panicking. For his daughter.

Her.

A vampire.

A soft sound escaped Lia’s lips as she whimpered in pain. Her skin was clammy, her lips pale. Her breathing was shallow.

Her father turned to the vampires behind him.

“She needs blood,” he said sharply. “Get the attacker. We’ll force a blood draw—”

But he froze.

Because Jisung—without hesitation—had already pulled out a Swiss army knife from his pocket.

He didn’t even hesitate.

With one swift motion, he cut his palm open, blood pooling fast in the curve of his hand.

“Lia,” he said softly, kneeling beside her, cupping the back of her head. “It’s okay. You need to drink. Just—just take some.”

Her eyes fluttered open, glassy and faint.

“Jisung,” she whispered, horrified. “You’re bleeding…”

“It’s okay,” he murmured, offering his palm, voice calm and warm despite the panic under his skin. “I trust you. Just take it. Please.”

The vampires behind them tensed. Even her father looked rattled.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” one vampire growled.

“Saving her,” Jisung snapped without looking back.

Lia hesitated, shaking, but the scent of his blood—fresh, strong, warm—hit her like a wave. Her instincts screamed at her to take it. Her mind screamed not to.

But Jisung leaned closer.

“It’s okay,” he whispered. “I’m right here.”

And with tears in her eyes, she gave in.

She gently placed her lips to his palm—barely a graze at first—but the moment his blood touched her tongue, she inhaled sharply, and color began to slowly return to her cheeks.

Her trembling started to still.

Her breathing evened out.

And Jisung just held her.

Letting her drink, even as pain shot through his hand. He didn’t flinch.

Because it was her.

And only her.

Lia’s lips trembled as she pulled away from his palm, the blood still warm on her tongue. Her breath was shaky, but stronger now. Her heartbeat, though faint, had steadied. Her fingers clutched the fabric of his sleeve weakly.

Jisung didn’t say anything at first. He just watched her with wide, worried eyes.

Then, without another word, he gently pulled her closer—wrapping his arms around her, carefully but firmly, like she’d break if he held her any tighter. One hand on the back of her head, the other across her shoulders. His chin rested lightly on the crown of her head.

She gasped softly into his shirt, startled.

But it felt… safe.

For the first time in a very, very long time—she felt safe.

Like the noise of the world, the danger, the heat, the tension between their kinds—none of it mattered.

His arms were warm.

His scent was grounding.

His heartbeat—strong and steady—drummed against her cheek.

“I’ve got you,” he whispered, his voice barely audible. “I’ve got you now.”

Her hand slowly rose to hold the front of his shirt, her eyes stinging with unshed tears.

“You’re okay,” he added gently, as if repeating it would make it true.

Behind them, the gathered vampires and werewolves looked on in stunned silence—no one daring to speak.

Even her father didn’t interrupt.

Because in that moment, no one else existed.

Just her.

And the werewolf who held her like she meant the world to him.

๋ ࣭ ⭑

A few days had passed since the night Lia was attacked.

Minhyuk, the werewolf who attacked her, had gone missing. Whispers said he’d been taken by someone from Lia’s side, but no one knew for sure. The university sent an apology to Lia’s family—formal, full of hollow regret and promises of stricter regulations.

Everything felt like it had gone back to normal. Students laughed in corridors, the sun blazed on, and teachers rambled on about coursework and deadlines like nothing had happened.

But Jisung knew better.

Lia hadn't returned to university. Her family insisted she rest, even though she didn't want to. And how did he know that? Because they’d been texting. Every day. She’d complain about how boring it was at home, how she missed class, how annoying her overprotective relatives were. How she wanted to sit under the old tree again and nap with her head on his shoulder.

Jisung smiled every time her name popped up on his phone. But today… today was different.

He was sitting in class during break, alone, the fan buzzing above him, books untouched. That morning, as he entered the building, a figure cloaked in shadows had appeared briefly, pressing an envelope into his hand before vanishing into thin air. No words, just a nod.

Now, his fingers held the envelope delicately. It was cream-white, expensive parchment with edges gilded in gold. A red wax seal pressed into the back bore the unmistakable insignia of Lia’s family.

His heart skipped a beat.

Carefully, he broke the seal and opened the letter. The script inside was neat, precise, elegant. The kind of handwriting that had lived through centuries.

He began to read.

---

To Park Jisung,

I have always despised werewolves. Not entirely, but deeply enough for the sentiment to run in my blood. It is a disdain I was raised to carry, as my fathers before me, and theirs before them. I held it like a torch in the dark, believing it necessary to protect what I love.

But throughout the many centuries I have walked this world, I have come across werewolves who challenged that belief—few, but memorable. And among them, you now stand at the forefront.

That night was chaos. Unforgivable and terrifying. No one could have predicted what happened. No one could have prepared. And yet, it was you who stood between death and my daughter. It was you who bled for her. Who fought one of your own, not as a werewolf for a vampire, but as a soul protecting another.

In all my years, I have never witnessed such a moment.

I have lived through wars, through centuries of hidden battles between our kinds, through the endless cycle of distrust. And yet I found myself frozen in that alley, watching a werewolf defend my daughter as though his own life meant nothing compared to hers. Watching you offer your blood when she needed it, shielding her, holding her like she was the most fragile thing in the world.

I will not lie and say everything I believed vanished that night. But I will say this—

You have my respect.

You have my gratitude.

And you have my blessing.

Thank you, Park Jisung—not just for saving my daughter, but for showing her, and all of us, that perhaps there is still something better waiting for our people than silence and hatred.

I am glad she has someone like you in her life.

From me, my family, and the people I lead—thank you.

Seo Doyun

Patriarch of House Seo

Father of Lia

Head of the Crimson Court

—

Jisung stared at the letter long after the words stopped. His heartbeat thudded in his chest like a drum. A blessing. Her father had given him a blessing.

And for the first time in his life, the wall between werewolves and vampires didn’t seem so unbreakable anymore.

—

After class, Jisung was walking back home with his bag slung over his shoulder, earbuds in, lost in thought. The streets were still a little hot from the late afternoon sun, the sky slowly dimming to golden orange. He was thinking about the letter, about her—always her—when suddenly he heard a soft “psst” from the side.

He blinked, pulling one earbud out and glancing around. Again, a sharp “psst.”

His eyes darted to a nearby alleyway, and there, in the shadows, stood a small figure—umbrella in hand, sunglasses covering half her face, hoodie pulled up loosely.

“Lia?” he said, stunned but already grinning.

She pulled her sunglasses down to the bridge of her nose and smiled at him, eyes crinkling. Even from here, he could still see the fading bruises, the healing scars that lined her cheek and jaw, but they disappeared in the light of her beam.

“What are you doing here?” he asked, hurrying into the shade beside her, eyes wide and a little confused but unmistakably happy.

She twirled the umbrella slightly, cocking her head. “I was bored,” she said simply. “So Dad said I could come meet you.”

His chest tightened. That meant a lot more than it sounded.

As she lowered her sunglasses, her eyes dropped to his palm. Her smile faltered as she gently reached out and took his hand.

“This isn’t even tended to properly,” she murmured, frowning at the barely scabbed-over cut from that night.

He laughed sheepishly, “It’s fine. Doesn’t even hurt.”

She shook her head at him, not buying it. With soft fingers, she ran over the skin of his palm—and Jisung gasped as the wound closed slowly under her touch, vanishing like it was never there.

He stared at his hand, flexing it. “That’s… insane.”

She grinned, teasing, “You’re welcome, big strong wolf.”

He chuckled, ruffling her hair as she squeaked in protest. They stood there for a while, talking in the cool quiet of the alley, her umbrella angled between them. She told him how dull the past few days had been, how annoying it was to be waited on, how she missed their breaks together.

When the sun dipped low enough that the shadows began to stretch long, he reached for her umbrella gently and took it from her hand.

“Let me hold it,” he said with a soft smile. “I’m taller anyway.”

She blinked but nodded, warmth blooming in her chest as they walked side by side down the sidewalk. They didn’t say much—just soft conversation and gentle laughter—as they made their way to the familiar old tree on campus, where the shade had already claimed its throne beneath the branches.

They sat beneath the old tree on the bench, the world still around them. The sun had almost disappeared now, leaving the air warm and tinted gold. Jisung shifted slightly, shoulders brushing hers before he turned to her, voice softer than usual.

“I missed you,” he said, eyes trained on the ground before glancing at her. “A lot. Too much, actually.”

Lia’s lips parted, her heart tightening with a kind of sweet ache as she smiled and rested her head on his shoulder. “I missed you way too much too,” she whispered. “That’s why I kept flooding your DMs with those ridiculous spams.”

He chuckled, but his throat tightened with the emotion blooming in his chest—something that felt like spring breaking through cold earth.

His fingers twitched nervously before he gathered the courage to slowly take her hand in his. She flinched, just slightly, surprised—but then she relaxed, her fingers curling gently around his. He began to trace soft circles on her knuckles with his thumb.

“You know…” he started, voice light but laced with nerves, “there’s this werewolf. My friend.”

Lia tilted her head slightly, hiding a smile.

“He likes this very cool, adorable, funny—and pretty—vampire from his class.” His thumb paused for a second, then resumed. “Just asking you since you’re also a vampire… would she ever, you know, like him back? Are there chances of it ever happening that they could go out together?”

His ears were already flushed red as he avoided her gaze, rubbing his nose with his free hand, trying to play it off.

She bit her lip, hiding a grin before she softly asked, “Is that werewolf… you, or?”

He glanced sideways, trying and failing to keep a straight face. “No, no. Just asking for a friend.”

That made her laugh—warm, airy, and real—as she turned toward him and leaned in. Without a word, she pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. His breath caught in his throat.

“She likes him too,” she said, her voice quiet and sure, her forehead resting lightly against the side of his.

Lia froze for a second—just a heartbeat—before slowly pulling back enough to look up at him, her hand still in his.

Jisung’s heart was pounding in his chest like it wanted to break free. Her kiss on the cheek had given him enough air to breathe, enough strength to say what had been sitting in his chest forever. Maybe even longer.

He smiled, shy but steady and said, “Well, since that’s possible for my friend…” He looked into her eyes, cheeks dusted with warmth, but this time, no hesitation in his voice. “Let’s say I like you. No, not like— I love you. What would you say?”

He felt exposed, vulnerable and bold at once. His thumb was still gently brushing over her knuckles, grounding him as much as it was comforting her.

Lia blinked at him, lips parted slightly. The silence stretched only for a second—but to him, it felt like forever.

And then, she smiled. The kind of smile that made cicadas go quiet and hearts swell.

“I’d say…” she whispered, tightening her fingers around his, “that I love you too.”

And just like that, the last breath of summer heat didn’t seem so unbearable. Not when she was next to him, not when the distance between vampire and werewolf didn’t matter—not when their hands were tangled, hearts finally speaking the same language.

Jisung gulped, eyes wide and heart stumbling as he asked, “Wait… for real?”

Lia chuckled softly, the sound like wind chimes in early spring, and nodded, her eyes twinkling. That was all he needed.

In a second, he pulled her into a warm, almost trembling hug—arms wrapped around her like he never wanted to let go. “I love you… a lot,” he mumbled into her hair, voice small but honest, full of all the emotion he’d been holding back.

Lia’s heart bloomed. She closed her eyes, arms tightening around his waist. “I love you a lot too,” she whispered into his shoulder, and he broke the hug slowly, as if parting from something sacred.

His hands came up to her face, cupping her cheeks gently. She looked up at him, still catching her breath, and he pressed a soft, adoring kiss to her forehead.

Her eyes fluttered closed as he did.

Then he kissed her right cheek, and her left, so tenderly it made her cheeks warm. A little laugh escaped her when he kissed the tip of her nose, then her chin—each one slow, full of affection and awe.

And then he stopped.

His gaze shifted to her lips, lingering.

He didn’t move. He didn’t rush.

His thumb brushed her cheek and his voice dropped low, nervous, quiet. “Can I…?” he asked, unsure if he should say the rest—but his eyes held it all. The want. The love. The fear of messing it up.

And the hope that maybe, just maybe, she wanted the same thing too.

Her eyes shimmered under the soft light filtering through the trees, glassy with emotion and something tender. She gave the faintest nod, cheeks flushed, before softly humming, “Mhm…”

That was all the permission he needed.

Jisung leaned in slowly, like the moment might break if he moved too fast—his hand still gently cupping her cheek. His forehead rested against hers for a second, his breath warm, his heart loud.

And then, with a softness that made time slow, his lips met hers.

It wasn’t rushed. It wasn’t hungry. It was warm. Sweet. The kind of kiss that says "thank you for finding me," and "I’ll protect you, no matter what."

When they pulled apart, her eyes were still closed for a moment longer, and when she opened them—he was smiling at her. Ears red, heart full.

“You’re really mine now?” he asked quietly, still in awe.

She nodded, leaning in with a soft giggle, brushing her nose against his. “I’ve always been yours. You just didn’t ask sooner.”

She giggled, the sound light and full of joy as she leaned into him, arms wrapping around his middle. He let out a breathy laugh, completely enchanted, and hugged her back tightly, swaying them gently side to side under the shade of the old tree.

“You’re so warm,” she mumbled into his chest.

He grinned, resting his chin on top of her head. “Perks of dating a werewolf.”

She snorted at that. “Hmm. Guess I’ll keep you, then.”

“Forever, please,” he whispered.

She tilted her head up, eyes twinkling. “Okay, forever.”

And just like that—with cicadas buzzing in the background, the heat of summer lingering in the air, and two hearts finally in sync—they stood wrapped in each other’s arms, the world soft around them. Just Lia and Jisung, under their favorite tree, where everything felt right.

That's it for this one!

I hope y'all liked it 🥹🫶🏻

It was very soft and fun to write tbh!

Likes and rebloggs are appreciated 🤍✨️

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Found Her In A Crowd Ft. Bad Boy!Jeno (pt. 1)

A/n: Bad boy!Jeno will always be my favourite genre.

I'll be putting up part two as well since I dont want to make it too long and risk losing it.

Genre: Bad boy au, romance, fluff, humour, best friend's sister au

Pairings: Bad boy!Jeno x Eunbi (fem oc)

Warnings: mention of alcohol, one-night stands

It was finally the weekend, and Jeno found himself doing what he did best—killing time at another party.

This one was hosted by Chenle, one of his good friends, which meant the place was already packed with familiar faces, loud music, and way too many red cups. He had greeted half the room within twenty minutes of arriving, tossed back two shots, and flirted with at least four different girls before making his way to the bar.

Now, with a half-empty beer in hand, he leaned casually against the counter, chatting with Mark, who had apparently decided tonight was more of a bar-hanging vibe than a dancing one.

“Couple of repeats here tonight,” Jeno mused aloud, scanning the crowd. “Not that I’m complaining.”

As if on cue, a pair of girls walked by—one of them flashing him a shy smile, the other tossing her hair as they passed.

Jeno smirked, lifted his chin in greeting, and they both giggled as they walked away, swaying their hips like they knew he was watching.

Which, of course, he was.

Mark took a slow sip from his drink and gave Jeno a dry look.

“You really enjoy this, don’t you?”

Jeno chuckled, eyes still following the girls. “What’s not to enjoy?”

Mark shook his head, not even surprised anymore. “You’re hopeless.”

“Confident,” Jeno corrected, tapping the neck of his bottle lightly against Mark’s. “There’s a difference.”

He turned back toward the crowd, casually scanning for someone—anyone—who didn’t look like they'd fall for a wink and a lazy smile.

Because lately… they all did. And it was starting to get boring.

Mark leaned his elbow on the counter, eyes scanning the party lazily before glancing back at Jeno.

“So,” he said, lifting a brow, “what’s the plan tonight? You gonna break a heart or break the record for fastest make-out on Chenle’s couch?”

Jeno let out a low chuckle, taking another sip of his beer.

“Meh.”

“Meh?” Mark echoed, amused.

Jeno shrugged, the corners of his lips twitching up into a lazy smirk. “If I’m interested enough, I might get drunk.”

He paused, swirling the bottle in his hand.

“Or, I dunno… maybe take a girl home.”

Mark snorted. “The enthusiasm is overwhelming.”

Jeno grinned. “You know how it is. Same girls. Same drinks. Same party, different weekend.”

Mark nodded slowly, not disagreeing. “You’re just mad no one’s slapped you yet.”

“That’d be new,” Jeno said, raising his bottle. “Spicy.”

They both laughed, easy and relaxed—two guys who had done this routine way too many times. The same playlist thumped through the speakers. People danced, some already sloppy, others buzzing and beautiful. A girl passed by and winked at Jeno, who gave her a brief smile, but didn’t really register her face.

Nothing felt exciting anymore.

Until the door opened.

And the energy shifted.

Jeno raised his beer to his lips, half-tuned into whatever Mark was rambling about, when the front door creaked open again.

A wave of unfamiliar voices and laughter floated in, and instinctively, his eyes flicked over—just in time to catch a group of new girls stepping inside.

He took a sip, swallowing slowly as his gaze followed the group. New faces. Definitely not the usual party crowd.

He wiped his lips with the back of his hand and quirked a brow.

“Well, well…” he muttered, more to himself than anyone else. “Fresh blood.”

Mark followed his gaze, mildly curious. “You know them?”

Jeno shook his head, the corners of his mouth tugging up in mild amusement. “Nah. You?”

Mark gave the group another glance. “Don’t think so. Maybe they’re not from our uni?”

“Figures,” Jeno said, already smirking. “Chenle’s parties attract them from all over now.”

His eyes scanned the new arrivals, sizing them up like he always did. Cute girls, good energy. One or two made direct eye contact, already biting back smiles like they knew exactly who he was. He smiled back—automatic, lazy, practiced.

And then—

She walked in.

Everything else—music, chatter, clinking glasses—blurred into static.

She was different.

Unlike the others who made him grin in passing, this one made his breath catch in his throat like someone had physically hit pause on the night.

She wasn’t trying to turn heads.

She just did.

Voluminous curls bounced around her shoulders with every graceful step. Her makeup was minimal, but somehow made her features more striking. Doll-like eyes framed by soft lashes, a soft flush on her cheeks, and those glossy, plump lips that looked like they belonged in a commercial and a dream at the same time.

Her outfit was sleek and fashionable—well-fitted without being flashy. Sculpted, elegant, feminine without being soft. She walked like she knew every eye was on her… and didn’t care.

“Holy sh—” Jeno whispered under his breath.

Mark raised an eyebrow. “What?”

Jeno didn’t even look at him. His smirk was gone—replaced by something else. Curiosity. Fascination. Something deeper, heavier.

“Nothing,” Jeno muttered. But it wasn’t nothing.

She didn’t look at him.

Didn’t even glance in his direction.

And that, somehow, made her even more captivating.

He leaned back against the bar, eyes never leaving her figure as she greeted one of her friends and laughed—a soft sound that felt like it didn’t belong in this loud, drunken mess of a house party.

Jeno set his beer down slowly, lips parting as he murmured—

“Who is she?”

Jeno didn’t even try to hide it—his gaze followed her every step as she made her way into the room.

He let his eyes roam, slowly, instinctively—taking her in from head to toe.

Her body was sculpted in all the right places. Curves in the perfect balance between sharp and soft, the kind of figure that demanded attention without screaming for it. She moved with ease, confidence radiating off her like perfume—luxurious, unbothered, untouchable.

Every piece of her was curated. Effortless, but deliberate.

He licked his bottom lip without meaning to, still leaning back, sizing her up like she was the main event and everything else was just filler.

And then—her head turned.

She met his eyes.

His smirk curled up immediately, slow and sure—like a challenge. Like he’d just been waiting for her to notice.

Got you.

Except… she didn’t fall for it.

Not even close.

She let her eyes rest on him for a beat, long enough to make sure he knew she saw him—then chuckled softly, lips quirking into the faintest amused smile before she rolled her eyes teasingly and turned back to her friends.

Like he was cute, maybe.

But not worth interrupting her conversation for.

Jeno blinked. The smirk faltered just half a second.

Mark, who had been watching the whole exchange, tried not to laugh.

“Ohh,” he said under his breath. “That looked painful.”

Jeno didn’t respond right away.

He just stared.

Eyes still locked on the back of her head, processing.

She laughed again, this time with her friends, and Jeno swore the sound was silk.

“Seriously …Who is she?” he muttered again.

Mark shrugged. “Still don’t know. But you looked like you just got humbled.”

Jeno exhaled a low laugh, dragging his hand through his hair.

No one ever reacted like that. Not to him. Not to his smirk.

But she did.

And she made it look good.

—

Eunbi didn’t party much, but when she did she made sure it was worth it.

Eunbi stood in front of her vanity, curling the last section of her thick, voluminous hair. Soft spirals bounced over her shoulders, framing her face as she leaned in to apply a layer of clear gloss. Her lips glistened, plump and perfect under the soft lighting.

Behind her, the apartment was loud with voices and laughter.

“Eunbi! Are you wearing that skirt with that top?” Soojin called from the hallway, struggling to zip up her heels.

“Yes,” Eunbi replied calmly.

“You’re going to ruin lives tonight,” Naeun grinned, adjusting her gold hoops in the mirror they all fought over.

“She ruins lives just breathing,” Mirae chimed in dramatically, throwing herself onto the couch with a fake gasp.

“I can’t even lie,” Yura muttered as she checked her eyeliner. “I’d date her if I didn’t love men so much.”

Eunbi just smiled to herself. Her outfit was simple, but lethal—a draped, form-hugging crop top paired with a low-waisted black miniskirt that sat perfectly on her hips. She slipped into her knee-high leather-heeled boots and grabbed her tiny handbag.

Classy. Clean. Confident.

“Okay. You ready to destroy hearts?” Soojin teased, nudging her.

“I’m ready to dance and mind my business,” Eunbi replied, tossing her curls back with a slight smirk.

The five of them made their way down the street, a walking fashion editorial. Heels clicking, perfume lingering, laughter carrying into the night.

“I still don’t get how we got invited to this,” Mirae said, slightly breathless from walking fast in heels.

“My cousin’s boyfriend knows the guy throwing it,” Naeun explained. “I think his name’s Chenle? Apparently, he throws legit parties.”

“God, I hope it’s better than last week’s ‘party,’” Soojin groaned. “Two guys, a Bluetooth speaker, and warm beer? I almost cried.”

“I did cry,” Yura added. “From boredom.”

Eunbi chuckled. “I’m just hoping for good music and some space to breathe.”

“And maybe some cute boys?” Mirae wiggled her brows.

Eunbi smiled, shaking her head. “You girls can do the picking up. I’m just here for the vibe.”

They laughed as they reached the apartment. Even from outside, they could hear the bass thumping through the walls.

When the door opened, they paused at the entrance.

The space was wide and open, the lights low and warm, music pumping through proper speakers. People danced in the center, others gathered near the bar or couches, drinks in hand, laughter spilling everywhere.

This… was an actual party.

“Okay, this is promising,” Naeun nodded.

Eunbi stepped in confidently, her boots tapping against the hardwood floor as she looked around, instantly drawing eyes without even meaning to.

A proper house party. Stylish. Loud. Alive.

And she was ready.

She adjusted the strap of her top and scanned the room out of habit. Not looking for anyone. Just observing.

Then she felt it.

That stare.

You didn’t have to be a psychic to know when someone was looking at you—especially like that.

Her gaze slowly drifted toward the corner of the room where a tall guy leaned lazily against the wall, red cup in one hand, jawline sharp enough to slice through glass.

He smirked the moment their eyes met.

Of course he did.

The cocky ones always smirked.

She held his gaze for a beat, long enough to let him think maybe, but then she chuckled and rolled her eyes with a small, almost amused smile and turned back to her friends.

Let him wonder.

She wasn’t here to impress anyone. Especially not another troublemaker with too much charm and no idea how to handle a woman who actually knew her worth.

“Eunbi,” her roommate whispered beside her, nudging her arm. “That guy was totally checking you out.”

“I noticed.”

“And?”

She smiled calmly. “He’s cute. And full of himself.”

“So you’re into it.”

Eunbi laughed softly. “I’m not into predictable.”

Eunbi had drifted away from the dance floor not long after they arrived. Her friends were already getting cozy with their new “friends” for the night–dancing, laughing, sharing drinks like they’d known each other for years.

She, on the other hand, wanted something lighter.

She made her way to the bar, sliding onto the stool with a grace that contrasted the chaotic energy of the party. Her outfit caught eyes as she crossed her legs, but she didn’t notice, or maybe she just didn’t care.

“I’ll have a virgin mojito, please,” she told the guy behind the counter.

Moments later, she was sitting with a chilled cocktail in hand, mint leaves floating gently in the glass, condensation slipping down the side as the music thumped in the background.

She sipped quietly, letting her eyes scan the room.

It was nice, really. Good music, actual space to breathe, and not too many people stumbling over themselves drunk. Her lips curled slightly as she spotted Mirae already deep in conversation with some guy who clearly thought he was funnier than he was. Soojin and Yura were practically dancing circles around two athletes, and Naeun was busy exchanging numbers with a guy wearing sunglasses indoors.

Typical.

Eunbi turned back to her drink, swirling the straw between her fingers.

She didn’t notice the figure approaching, at least not right away.

It was only when a shadow leaned against the bar next to her, and she caught a faint whiff of cologne—clean, cool, faintly expensive—that she looked up.

And there he was.

That guy from earlier.

Leather jacket. Sharp jaw. That same lazy smirk playing on his lips like he already knew something she didn’t.

“You don’t drink?” he asked, glancing at her cocktail.

Eunbi didn’t blink. “I do.”

“Then what’s that?”

“A choice.”

He grinned at that, clearly amused. “A good one?”

She took another sip. “Better than warm beer, that’s for sure.”

He laughed softly, resting his elbow on the bar as he turned slightly toward her. “You’re not from our uni, are you?”

“Nope.”

“Makes sense,” he said, tilting his head. “I’d remember you.”

Eunbi smiled, soft and polite. “Is that supposed to flatter me?”

He leaned in just a little, eyes glinting. “Would it, if I said yes?”

She chuckled and turned back to her drink. "Not really.”

He paused, watching her with more intrigue than before. She wasn’t dismissing him, but she wasn’t giving him anything, either. Not even her name.

Which, for Jeno, was rare.

Very rare.

He extended a hand, playful but not pushy. “I’m Jeno.”

Eunbi looked at his hand, then up at him, considering for a second.

Then smiled.

And didn’t take it.

“I know,” she said sweetly. “You’ve got a reputation.”

Jeno raised an eyebrow, genuinely surprised. “Do I?”

She just sipped her drink again, eyes dancing with amusement. “Mhmm.”

She was clever.

Not just pretty–clever.

The kind of girl who didn’t just know she was attractive but knew how to use it. Not in a manipulative way, no. In a dangerous way—effortless, confident, and completely in control.

And it was killing him.

He kept his grin steady, the same one that worked nine times out of ten. He tilted his head slightly, eyes fixed on her lips as she took another slow sip of her cocktail.

“So,” he tried again, letting his tone drip with charm, “are you going to tell me your name, or do I have to keep calling you ‘the mysterious mojito girl’ in my head?”

She hummed softly, not even looking at him. “Mojito girl has a nice ring to it.”

Jeno chuckled. “Alright, Mojito Girl. Do you always shut guys down this smoothly?”

Her lips curled into a smirk. “Only when they think they’re the main character.”

“Oh, I am the main character,” he shot back, flashing her that signature smirk again.

“And yet,” she said, finally turning to him fully, elbow resting on the bar as she met his gaze head-on, “you still don’t know my name.”

That made him laugh out loud.

She was quick. Sharp. Refined. Every word felt like a chess move, and she hadn’t let him win a single round.

“You’re good,” he said, eyes gleaming with amusement. “I mean it. Most girls tell me their name in the first five minutes.”

She raised a brow. “Most girls probably want you to remember them.”

He leaned in, voice lower now. “And you don’t?”

Her lashes fluttered briefly, but her expression didn’t waver. “You’ll remember me either way.”

He paused.

Damn.

She wasn’t just good, she was dangerous.

He let the silence sit between them, his smirk softer now, more genuine. This wasn’t just a chase anymore. This was fun.

“You always this hard to crack?” he asked.

“Depends who’s asking.”

Jeno nodded slowly, eyes still locked on her. “Fair enough.”

She glanced at her phone, then slid off the barstool in one smooth motion. Her boots touched the ground with a click, her silhouette still flawless even in the dim party light.

“I’ll see you around,” she said casually, walking past him.

And then, just before disappearing back into the crowd, she turned over her shoulder with a smirk.

“Nice meeting you, main character.”

Jeno stood frozen for a second, blinking at the spot she’d just been standing in.

Then he broke into a slow, stunned laugh, rubbing his hand over the back of his neck.

“I need her name.”

๋ ࣭ ⭑

The sun was up, but Jeno’s mind was stuck on last night.

His motorcycle rumbled as he pulled into the campus lot, leather jacket tugged over his shoulders and helmet hanging from his grip. He should’ve been thinking about class—or at least about what excuse he’d give for not turning in his assignment.

But instead, all he could see was her.

Mojito Girl.

The way she smirked. The way she shut him down so effortlessly, like she’d seen through every smooth line before he even spoke. He could still hear her voice echoing in his head.

“You’ll remember me either way.”

Yeah. He did.

He hadn’t even gotten her name.

Jeno sighed and parked, kicking the stand down just as a familiar black car rolled into the lot and slid into the spot next to him.

Chenle.

Jeno blinked, looked up at the sky for a second, then muttered, “Thank you, universe.”

Helmet forgotten, he jogged over to Chenle’s driver side as the other guy stepped out, yawning and adjusting his hoodie.

“Yo,” Jeno greeted quickly. “Need your help.”

Chenle paused mid-stretch. “What, already? I just got here.”

“Do you remember that group of girls who came to your party last night?”

Chenle tilted his head. “There were a lot of girls last night.”

Jeno clicked his tongue. “The ones who weren’t from our uni.”

“Ohhh,” Chenle said, snapping his fingers. “Yeah. My friend’s girlfriend invited them.”

Jeno’s eyes lit up. “Really?”

Chenle smirked. “What, one of them catch your eye?”

“Something like that,” Jeno muttered, scratching his jaw.

“Can you—do you have pictures from last night?”

Chenle raised a brow, grinning. “What, fall in love or something?”

“Just check.”

Laughing, Chenle pulled out his phone and started scrolling through his camera roll. He flipped past dozens of chaotic party shots—dancing, drinks, blurry selfies.

“Here,” he said, holding the screen out.

Jeno leaned in, eyes scanning until—

There.

Her.

She was in the background of one of the group shots, laughing, her curls falling over her shoulder, her arm hooked casually with one of her friends. She wasn’t even looking at the camera, but Jeno felt his chest tighten slightly at the sight.

“That one,” he said, pointing. “Do you know her?”

Chenle squinted. “Ohhh! Yeah, I know her, but I don’t know her.”

Jeno’s brows pulled together. “What does that even mean?”

“She’s the friend of a friend’s girlfriend’s cousin or something,” Chenle said breezily. “They came through my friend's girlfriend. I just remember she was from that all-girls university across town.”

Jeno straightened a little. “You know her major?”

Chenle nodded. “Yeah, I think she’s a fashion major or something. Makes sense, right? All of them were dressed like models.”

Jeno stared at the phone a second longer before stepping back, rubbing his jaw thoughtfully.

A fashion major.

Mojito Girl was starting to take shape.

“Why?” Chenle asked, smirking. “You planning to track her down?”

Jeno smiled faintly, eyes still fixed on the image in his head more than the screen.

“Maybe.”

Jeno stared at the picture again.

She was laughing—caught mid-smile, curls falling down her back, outfit sharp and unforgettable. He smirked to himself and sent the photo to his own phone before slipping Chenle’s device back into his hand.

“She’s worth finding,” he muttered.

And from that moment on, he tried.

Every party, every event—even the boring ones—Jeno showed up. He leaned on connections, asked casual questions, kept his ears open. Nothing. Every pretty face he glanced at just reminded him she wasn’t there. He even tried Instagram, searched tags from the party, scrolled through Chenle’s friends-of-friends.

But it turns out “mysterious mojito girl” was surprisingly untraceable without a name.

It was both maddening and... oddly addicting.

—

Two Weeks Later

He’d nearly given up when it happened.

Another weekend, another house party—this time at Renjun’s place. Jeno wasn’t expecting much, just some drinks, music, and a night to zone out.

He was mid-conversation with Haechan, lazily listening to him rant about how punch shouldn’t taste like cough syrup, when something made him pause.

Laughter.

Not just any laugh.

Her laugh.

His head turned immediately—and there she was.

Standing near the kitchen counter in an off-shoulder top, curls bouncing as she chuckled at something her friend whispered. She looked exactly the same—and somehow even better. Radiant, warm, completely untouched by the chaos of the party.

Jeno didn’t hesitate.

He handed Haechan his drink without a word and beelined through the crowd, dodging limbs and laughter until he reached her.

No cheesy lines this time. Just a smirk, and a chilled can of Coke, held out silently in front of her.

Eunbi turned, mid-laugh, and blinked when she saw the hand.

Then the smirk.

And the guy.

Her lips curled instantly.

“You again,” she said, tilting her head.

Jeno leaned slightly closer, eyes playful. “What a coincidence.”

He motioned with the can. “Peace offering.”

Her friend giggled behind her hand, already backing away with a mischievous wink.

Eunbi sighed, clearly used to this kind of setup, and took the can gently, her fingers brushing his.

“Extra points,” she said, cracking it open, “for getting me chilled Coke.”

Jeno’s grin deepened. “Only the best for Mojito Girl.”

She sipped slowly, amused. “Still calling me that, huh?”

“You haven’t given me anything else.”

Eunbi looked at him over the rim of the can, her glossy lips curving. “Maybe I just enjoy watching you try.”

Jeno leaned against the counter beside her, unbothered. “Then I’ll keep trying.”

Eunbi leaned one elbow on the counter, sipping her Coke like it was wine, her lashes casting soft shadows over her cheeks. She didn’t say anything, but her smile lingered.

Jeno took that as an opening.

“You know,” he said casually, turning to face her fully, “I’ve been going to every party the last two weeks hoping you’d magically show up.”

She raised a brow, amused. “Really? That desperate to get me to try actual alcohol?”

He laughed under his breath. “No. That desperate to get your name.”

Eunbi tilted her head. “You could’ve just asked for my number.”

Jeno leaned in a little, voice dropping into a teasing lilt. “Oh, I would’ve. But Mojito Girl disappeared before I could get past round one.”

She took another sip, unbothered. “Maybe I like keeping guys on their toes.”

“Maybe I like girls who make it worth the chase,” he replied smoothly.

She turned slightly to face him, her knee brushing his leg—casual, confident.

“Oh, so I’m worth chasing now?” she asked with a light smirk.

Jeno smirked back. “Trust me. You have no idea.”

Eunbi chuckled and looked away for a moment, cheeks rising just slightly. She was enjoying this—but not letting him win so easily.

“So what’s the plan now?” she asked, sipping her drink. “You going to follow me around all night with chilled beverages and compliments?”

He grinned. “If that’s what it takes.”

She gave a mock sigh. “Pity. I was starting to enjoy the mystery.”

“I’m still a mystery,” he said, placing his hand on the counter beside hers. “You just haven’t unwrapped me yet.”

She let out a laugh—genuine this time, lips parting as her eyes sparkled. “That was so bad.”

“You smiled,” he said, smug.

“Out of pity.”

“Still counts."

She rolled her eyes playfully and nudged his arm with her shoulder. “You’re relentless.”

Jeno smiled, eyes softening just a bit. “Only when I find something rare.”

And for a moment, there was a silence between them—not awkward, not tense. Just… a beat. A shared breath. A feeling like the noise of the party faded for just a second.

She rolled her eyes, lips curving as she set the Coke can down on the counter with a soft clink.

“Alright,” she said, finally extending her hand with a sly smile, “you’ve earned it.”

Jeno straightened slightly, eyes flicking to her hand—then back to her face.

“I’m Bi,” she said simply. “Just Bi.”

His brows rose with interest. “Bi?”

She nodded once, lips pressed into a knowing smile. “Short. Easy to remember.”

He took her hand, grip smooth but light, clearly savoring the moment. “I like it. Bi.”

“I figured you would,” she replied, letting her hand slip from his with just the right amount of reluctance. “One syllable. Harder to forget.”

Jeno grinned, leaning his elbow on the counter beside her. “And yet you’re still giving me half the story.”

“Maybe,” she said, sipping her Coke again, “because half the story is more fun.”

He tilted his head. “So it’s a test?”

“It’s a game,” she corrected. “The question is—are you smart enough to win it?”

Jeno let out a soft, almost breathy laugh. “Bi, I’ve been going to every party for two weeks looking for you. I’m not going anywhere.”

She turned to him fully then, one brow raised, playful but impressed. “Dedication. I’ll give you that.”

He leaned in slightly, voice dipping. “Then give me a name that’s not a nickname.”

She chuckled. “You already got a name. One most people don’t get.”

Jeno exhaled, grinning again. “Alright. Bi it is.”

Another beat passed between them, quiet but heavy with interest.

She toyed with her straw a little, then glanced sideways at him. “So what now?”

“I was thinking…” he said, standing a little straighter, “round two.”

Bi laughed softly, the sound soft and sweet beneath the music. “And what exactly does that involve?”

Jeno smiled. “You. Me. Less Coke. More conversation.”

Her eyes sparkled. “Smooth.”

“You like it.”

“I tolerate it.”

He smirked. “Good enough for me.”

—

The party had started to wind down when Eunbi decided to leave.

She didn’t say much—just stood, offered him a playful look, and said,

“See you around, main character.”

And then she was gone again.

Jeno didn’t chase after her. He didn’t need to.

She’d given him her name—well, sort of. They’d laughed, flirted, bantered. He'd made her smile. That was more progress than he’d had in weeks.

He walked out of the house in a relaxed daze, hands in his pockets, lips still tugging up at the memory of her voice. The way she said “Bi.”

The night air was cool against his skin as he made his way to his motorcycle parked by the curb, party noise fading behind him.

For once, he felt content.

And then it hit him.

He stopped mid-step.

Paused.

Blinking at the ground like it had just insulted him.

“…wait.”

His head whipped up. “No way.”

He didn’t ask for her number.

He didn’t get her number.

He blinked again, then let out a sharp groan. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

Frustrated, he ran a hand through his hair and turned to his bike.

Then—bam—he kicked it once, the side of his boot hitting the tire hard enough to rock it slightly.

“Idiot,” he muttered under his breath, glaring at the handlebars like they were responsible for this colossal mistake. “You had one job.”

It wasn’t even about hooking up. He just wanted to talk to her again. To keep that momentum. To see her smile without fighting through three parties and twenty strangers.

Now he had her nickname, her laugh, and zero way to reach her.

He exhaled heavily, swinging one leg over the seat and gripping the handles.

Still, despite the irritation gnawing at him…

That smile?

Totally worth it.

Jeno revved the engine of his bike that night, still cursing under his breath, but by the time he hit the road, his jaw was set.

1Next time I see her… I’m not walking away without her number.

Not “maybe.” Not “if it happens.”

He’d find her. And when he did, there’d be no games, no forgetting.

He’d ask. Direct. Bold. No chance to miss again.

—

It had been a week and a half.

Jeno wasn’t expecting much when he showed up at a small rooftop kickback—music low, lights soft, nothing crazy. He came mostly because Haechan dragged him out, promising, “You’ve been acting weirdly romantic. You need alcohol and chaos.”

He didn’t find either.

But what he did find—was her.

She was sitting on the edge of the rooftop wall, legs crossed at the ankle, hair down in soft waves tonight. A white button-up shirt tucked into a black miniskirt, boots high as always, and a can of soda in her hand.

She was mid-laugh when he saw her, talking to a friend—but she paused as if sensing someone watching.

And then her eyes found his.

And just like that, her smile deepened.

Jeno smirked.

This time, he didn’t hesitate.

He strolled up, hands in his jacket pockets, and stopped just in front of her. “Hey, Bi.”

Eunbi blinked once, that amused sparkle already forming in her eyes. “You again.”

“I told you,” he said. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“Persistent,” she mused, sipping her drink. “You’ve got that down.”

“I’m also smarter this time.”

“Oh?” she asked, tilting her head.

He smiled slowly. “Will you give me your number?”

Her lashes fluttered slightly, lips curling as she looked him up and down, unbothered. “Hmm…”

Then she smirked. “Earn it.”

Jeno let out a low laugh. “I was hoping you’d say that.”

He stepped closer, just enough to make her straighten a little on instinct. “Alright,” he said, voice smooth as silk. “Should I start with compliments?”

She raised a brow, interested. “Go on.”

He glanced at her drink. “You make soda look expensive.”

She snorted. “Lame.”

“Okay, okay,” he grinned. “You make a rooftop feel like a runway.”

Eunbi chuckled. “That’s better.”

He took one more step, now close enough to lower his voice. “You make it very, very hard to talk to anyone else.”

She looked at him—just a little longer this time.

Her smile didn’t falter.

But her gaze warmed.

“I’ll give you points for effort,” she said.

“Phone number level points?”

She smiled and then—without warning—she pushed herself off the edge of the rooftop wall and stepped toward him, slow and deliberate.

She closed the space between them with quiet confidence, and Jeno barely had time to react before her arms slid around his neck.

His hands instinctively found her waist, but his eyes didn’t move from hers.

Eunbi tilted her head, close enough that he could smell the light sweetness of her perfume.

Then Eunbi brushed past him, arms slipping from around his neck like silk—but Jeno didn’t let her get too far.

His hands stayed gently on her waist, holding her there—not forcefully, but deliberately.

She paused.

Slowly, she turned to look over her shoulder, a brow slightly raised—expecting another one of his lines.

But Jeno didn’t smirk this time.

He looked at her.

And with his voice lower, steadier, more sincere, he said,

“You’re pretty.”

The words weren’t loud or flashy—no performance, no cheeky tone. Just quiet truth.

Eunbi blinked, her expression faltering for just a second.

Then her lips curled softly. “Do you say that to all the girls?”

Jeno’s eyes didn’t waver.

“No,” he said, smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

“Just you.”

And for a moment, the rooftop noise faded.

Eunbi stood there, her hand resting lightly on his chest, gaze caught in his.

And even though her smile stayed, it wasn’t as playful now.

It was curious. A little slower. A little warmer.

“…You’re trouble,” she said eventually, shaking her head with a soft laugh.

Jeno leaned in just enough to reply near her ear.

“Only if you let me be.”

Eunbi laughed softly at his last line, shaking her head—but she didn’t pull away.

Her hand was still resting lightly on his chest. His fingers still rested against her waist.

And Jeno, eyes still locked on hers, let his thumb lightly brush along the fabric of her shirt at her side as he said, voice low and confident.

“You fit perfectly in my arms.”

Eunbi’s breath hitched—barely, but enough for him to notice.

She blinked once, her smile faltering into something unreadable.

Her voice was quieter now, just above a whisper.

“You practiced that one too?”

Jeno chuckled, but this time, it was softer. Almost fond.

“No,” he murmured. “Didn’t need to.”

Her gaze dipped for a split second—almost like she didn’t know what to say. And that didn’t happen often. Not to Eunbi.

The air between them thickened, charged and quiet. There was no music up here, no party energy, just the hum of string lights, the distant noise from downstairs, and the closeness of two people circling something neither of them expected to feel.

She tilted her head a little, voice playful again—but softer.

“You always say exactly what girls want to hear?”

“I don’t say things unless I mean them,” he said, simple and steady.

And for a second… she believed him.

Really believed him.

But Eunbi being Eunbi, she still smiled, still slipped out of his hold just enough to lean back with that signature tilt of her head.

“I bet that’s what you told the last one too.”

Jeno smirked, hands dropping reluctantly to his sides.

“There hasn’t been a ‘last one’ since you showed up.”

She arched a brow, pretending not to react. But her lips curved anyway.

And this time, as she turned to walk away, she didn’t rush.

She walked slowly.

Letting him watch her go.

And just before she disappeared into the rooftop crowd again—

She looked back.

And smiled.

—

The night air was cool, biting at his skin through his shirt as he shrugged on his leather jacket. Another party. Another almost-moment.

Again.

She always showed up like a damn eclipse—unexpected, impossible to look away from, and gone before he could blink twice.

He sighed, fishing into his jacket pocket for his bike key, his other hand running through his messy hair.

His fingers brushed something unfamiliar.

Paper?

Frowning, he pulled it out.

It was a small, neatly folded square—soft at the edges like it had been in there a while, but he knew it hadn’t been there before tonight.

He unfolded it slowly.

Two words. One number.

Eunbi.

XXX-XXX-XXXX

He stared.

No dramatic lipstick print. No “call me ;)”. Just a clean name and number.

She’d done it so casually, so sneakily, he hadn’t even noticed.

Jeno blinked, then let out a low laugh—more shocked than anything.

“Eunbi,” he murmured, rolling the name across his tongue like a secret.

Finally.

He leaned back against his bike seat, paper still between his fingers, heart doing something weird in his chest. Not nervous. Not excited.

Hooked.

Jeno was back in his apartment, freshly showered, hair still damp as he sat on the edge of his bed with the paper in his hand.

He looked at her handwriting again—his thumb brushing lightly over the name.

Eunbi.

It looked even better than Bi ever did.

He smiled to himself, then pulled out his phone.

He entered the number slowly, carefully, like it mattered.

Because this time—it did.

Once he was done, he saved the contact:

Eunbi 💫

He stared at the screen for a second.

Most guys would text.

Most guys would wait.

Let her make the next move.

But he wasn’t most guys.

So without a second thought, he hit Call.

The phone rang once.

Twice.

Three times.

He leaned back on his bed, one arm behind his head, eyes locked on the ceiling.

Then—click.

A soft voice came through the line.

“…Who is this?”

Jeno smirked, laying back on the bed with one arm behind his head. “You gave me your number and already forgot about me? That hurts.”

There was a pause.

Then a quiet, amused exhale.

“Jeno.”

He grinned. “Knew you’d remember.”

“I wasn’t sure you’d actually call tonight,” she said, a teasing lilt in her voice.

“You slipped your number into my jacket,” he said. “What kind of man would I be if I waited?”

“Most would’ve texted.”

“And you think I’m most?”

“I hoped not,” she said, softer now.

Jeno let the silence sit for a second before replying, “So, did I pass the test?”

There was a pause, and he could hear the faint sound of a breeze and a distant car—maybe she was walking, maybe still on the way home.

“You called,” she said simply. “That’s a start.”

He smiled. “I told you I don’t play games unless you want me to.”

“Hm,” she hummed. “Still deciding if I want to.”

A soft chuckle escaped him. “You’re hard to impress.”

“I have high standards.”

“I’ve noticed,” he said, voice lower now. “I don’t mind the work.”

Another beat of silence passed—comfortable, crackling with something unnamed.

Then, his voice dipped quieter. “I meant what I said earlier.”

“Which part?” she asked, though her tone suggested she already knew.

“You fit perfectly in my arms.”

She went quiet on the other end.

Then—

“…Good,” she said, her voice softer than before. “Because I wasn’t exactly struggling to escape.”

Jeno exhaled a slow laugh, his eyes closing.

This wasn’t just a chase anymore.

It was the beginning of something real.

Jeno stayed lying on his bed, one arm behind his head, phone pressed to his ear. The silence between them now wasn’t awkward—it was soft, familiar, like the space between two people figuring out where to go next.

So he asked, casually, because he was trying not to sound too eager.

“What are you doing right now?”

There was a brief pause on the other end. Then, her voice—calm, quiet, and completely unexpected.

“Thinking about you.”

His eyes widened a little.

And for the first time in a while…

Lee Jeno was speechless.

A soft laugh escaped him, low and almost disbelieving. “You serious?”

“I don’t joke around this late,” she replied smoothly, but there was a hint of a smile in her tone. “Why? Surprised?”

He let out a chuckle, his free hand resting against his chest as he stared at the ceiling.

“…Yeah,” he admitted honestly. “Kind of.”

He bit back a grin, his voice dipping. “Didn’t think I was the kind of guy who ended up on your mind.”

“You’re not,” she teased, “but unfortunately, you’ve been annoyingly hard to ignore lately.”

He laughed again, but this time, his cheeks warmed.

Really warmed.

He brought a hand up, covering half his face as if that could hide the dumb smile forming.

“I didn’t think you could catch me off guard,” he mumbled.

“Guess I’m full of surprises.”

“I noticed.”

Another beat passed. This time, neither of them filled it.

Jeno just laid there, phone tucked to his ear, eyes soft now. Less flirtation. More feeling.

“You’re really something, Eunbi.”

She didn’t answer right away—but he could hear the smile through the silence.

And then, her voice came through—gentler this time.

“So are you.”

Neither of them planned to talk that long.

But once the teasing faded, and the laughs settled into softer tones, the conversation just… kept going.

From rooftop parties to favorite childhood memories, from what their majors felt like on hard days to the kind of music they listened to alone—Jeno and Eunbi talked about everything and nothing.

At one point, she told him she liked thunderstorms.

He admitted he loved riding his bike at night because of the quiet.

She asked what made him happiest.

He asked if she always had her guard up or if it just looked that way.

Somewhere in the middle, she yawned softly.

And instead of ending the call, he whispered, “Don’t hang up yet.”

So she didn’t.

And eventually, sometime around 4 AM, with both of them lying in their respective beds, phones tucked close to their ears, Jeno fell asleep to the sound of her breathing.

—

The morning sun slipped in through the half-open blinds, casting lines of gold across Jeno’s room.

He blinked awake slowly, groggy, until he heard the faint buzz of his phone against the mattress.

He grabbed it lazily, expecting a missed alarm.

But the first thing his eyes landed on was the call log.

Call ended: 6:03 AM

Duration: 8 hours 08 minutes

A slow smile stretched across his face, sleepy but full of something warm.

He stared at the screen for a second longer—then tapped her contact.

Good morning ☀️

Hope you slept okay. Have a good day today :)

He tossed the phone on the bed, dragging himself to the bathroom.

Shower. Shirt. Backpack.

Even as he tugged on his jacket and slung his bag over his shoulder, the small smile never quite left his lips.

By the time he hopped on his bike and started it up, one thought ran through his head.

This day already feels good.

And it wasn’t the weather.

Jeno strolled into class that morning with something dangerously close to a smile on his face.

It wasn’t the usual smug smirk or amused grin—

It was softer. Real.

And Jaemin, already slouched in his seat with his head resting on his hand, blinked at him like he was seeing a ghost.

“…Are you smiling?” Jaemin asked, eyebrows raised. “Like, smiling smiling?”

Jeno dropped his bag into the chair beside him, still grinning slightly as he sat down.

“Yeah,” he said simply. “Guess I am.”

Jaemin narrowed his eyes. “You’re never this happy in the morning.”

Jeno leaned back, stretching a little before glancing at his friend. “There’s this girl…”

“Oh?” Jaemin perked up immediately, grinning. “Now we’re talking.”

Jeno nodded slowly, still dazed. “She makes me feel… really nice. I finally got her number yesterday. We talked for like four hours last night before falling asleep mid sleep.”

Jaemin let out a low whistle. “Four hours? You? That’s relationship behavior.”

Jeno chuckled. “Her name’s Eunbi. She studies at Sunhwa Girls University. Amazing woman. Clever. Confident. The kind of girl who doesn’t fall for your usual crap—and still somehow leaves you wanting more.”

But instead of teasing him—

Jaemin burst out laughing.

Like, full-on wheezing.

Jeno stared, a little offended. “What?”

Jaemin could barely breathe. “No freaking way—Eunbi? From Sunhwa?”

“Yeah,” Jeno said, eyes narrowing. “What’s so funny?”

Jaemin wiped a tear from his eye, still chuckling. “Funny thing... I have a twin sister.”

Jeno blinked. “Okay? And?”

Jaemin grinned wickedly. “Her name is also Eunbi. And she also goes to Sunhwa.”

Jeno’s expression fell into a stunned pause. “Wait—what?”

Jaemin leaned in, still laughing. “Hold on, are we talking about the same Eunbi? Does she major in fashion?”

“…Yeah,” Jeno said slowly, now starting to panic.

“Long, voluminous hair?"

“Yeah…”

“Really clever. Plays hard to get. Kind of scary but, like, in a nice way?”

Jeno squinted. “…Dude.”

Jaemin slapped the desk and cackled.

“That’s my sister!” he declared proudly. “You’re talking about Na Eunbi! That’s my twin!”

Jeno looked like he’d just gotten hit by a truck. “No. Freaking. Way.”

“Yup,” Jaemin said, smug now. “Dang, man. You of all people?”

Jeno rubbed a hand down his face. “Why didn’t you ever tell me you had a twin?”

Jaemin shrugged. “Parents divorced when we were little. She stayed with Mom, I stayed with Dad. We didn’t grow up in the same house, but we’re still close. We meet when we can.”

Then, Jaemin gave him a crooked grin. “But bro… I gotta admit. You’ve got taste. She’s a Na, after all.”

Jeno just groaned. “You’re never gonna let this go, are you?”

Jaemin clapped him on the shoulder, still laughing. “Absolutely not.”

That's it for this one!

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who’s ponyo?

pairing : byun euijoo x gender neutral reader

genre : fluff, strangers to lovers, cafe au, bit of comfort at the end

warnings : kms jokes, mentions of a sad movie lol

synopsis : what happens when you run into the human version of your favourite studio ghibli character at the cafe you frequent?

w.c. : around 1.5k

a/n : ik i said i was gonna disappear for a bit but guys i can't get ponyojoo out of my head 😭 especially after the recent go one! ep where juju’s in the water and some of the teamies start singing the ponyo theme song sdhdjkdkdjdkdk

🫧 you meet him at a work/study cafe that you both happen to frequent

🫧 you both notice each other on your first week there and feel immediately drawn but you’re both too shy to approach the other and keep putting it off 😮‍💨

🫧 lots of stealing secret glances when the other isn’t looking

🫧 you’re a huge fan of studio ghibli movies and since you don’t know his name, you’ve nicknamed him ponyo after your favourite character from your favourite ghibli film so that’s how you refer to him when you’re talking to your friends about him: “guys you should’ve seen ponyo today, he must’ve been really sleep deprived ‘cause he kept dozing off and i swear to god he looked so adorable i think i was staring at him for 5 minutes straight before i realised,”

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🫧 your friends roll their eyes: “yeah yeah you find him cute no matter what he does. come to us when you actually do something about it.”

🫧 little do you know that euijoo’s been bugging his friends pretty much the same way. he’s telling nicholas how pretty you looked one day while you were concentrating on your work and his friend groans in exasperation. “oh my god juju, when are you planning to actually do something about this annoying crush of yours? because i swear to god if you don’t ask them out soon then i will,”

🫧 fortunately for your friends, an opportunity presents itself soon. that friday when euijoo is leaving the cafe after he’s done with his work, he forgets one of his books on his table.

🫧 you happen to notice and are halfway through calling after him when you realise that you don’t know his actual name

🫧 so yeah you end up going “hey ponyo! shit. uhh i mean...oh, hi. yeah, i meant you. you uhh left your book,”

🫧 in your defense,,,,why did he actually turn around when you called him ponyo lmao maybe because you were shouting in an otherwise quiet cafe?

🫧 anyway boi is super flustered and confused at first and when you point out that he left his book he’s like ahh thanks and comes back to pick it up

🫧 you’re super embarrassed at the fact that you actually called him ponyo out loud so you make yourself busy trying to ignore him and the eyes of all others around you

🫧 he seems to have been in a hurry bc he just grabs the book, yells out a thank you! and rushes out without pausing to clarify what you called him and why

🫧 the next day, you’re breaking your head over a particularly frustrating assignment so you don’t notice him enter the cafe or walk up to you until he’s pulling up the chair opposite to you at your table

🫧 which is new. you usually sit at opposite ends of the cafe and it’s usually not very crowded around the time you two visit so there’s enough empty tables around to not have to share with anyone. not that you’re complaining of course. you’re just confused

🫧 you look up at him questioningly but he doesn't say anything, just sits quietly and gets on with his work. you stare in bewilderment for a few seconds longer before you decide you’re too busy for this and resume your work, although your heart is racing

🫧 it goes on like this for a week he’s trying ok give him some time to work up his courage. it’s hardly his fault that you’re so annoyingly breathtakingly beautiful he just comes and quietly makes himself comfortable at your table and the two of you do your own thing

🫧 then the next day, he finally breaks the silence. “i’ve been wanting to ask....what did you call me the other day?”

🫧 you go red in the face. “oh um, ponyo. sorry it’s just that your resemblance to her is astonishingly similar and it just slipped out because i don't know your actual name haha,”

🫧 “ah. well i’m euijoo” he smiles, extending his hand. god he has such a gorgeous smile. you shake it, praying he doesn’t notice the slight tremor from how nervous you are “i’m y/n,”

🫧 “nice to meet you, y/n. but who’s ponyo again?”

🫧 wait, he doesn’t know ponyo??? “you know, from the ghibli movie....?”

🫧 he still appears clueless and jeez he really does look so much like ponyo with those adorable boba eyes widened in confusion and it’s so distracting and– anyway. “don’t tell me you’ve never watched a ghibli film before?”

🫧 he sheepishly scratches the back of his head. “no, i’m afraid not…”

🫧 you gasp. “ohmygod, are you kidding me?! you absolutely have to!!”

🫧 “okay, watch it with me then,” he blurts out. he’s honestly as taken aback as you are lmao - he’d been planning on slowly building up to it

🫧 your eyes widen in surprise, you almost choke on air owing to the abruptness of it. “like a date?” you ask before you can stop yourself. shit he’s going to say he never meant it that way and it’s going to be so humil–

🫧 “yes. like a date,” he confirms, grinning wide. you’ve seen him smile a handful of times before, but for some reason this one knocks the breath right out of you.

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🫧 you thought he was cute before? well he’s even cuter now that y’all are together and you’re pretty sure the amount of cuteness aggression he gives you on a daily basis is borderline unhealthy like you might actually combust at this point RIP.

🫧 you continue meeting up at the cafe regularly even if you’d just seen each other that morning. it’s a nice cozy place to study and besides you’ve both gotten used to it

🫧 needless to say you always sit at the same table. he has to be touching you in some way or the other - if there's not many people around and you’re sitting next to each other he’ll intertwine his fingers with yours as he reads, if your hands are busy writing or typing he’ll settle for having your knees/shoulders pressed together and if you’re sitting opposite to him then he'll do the feet thing under the table

🫧 you’re no better btw, just as downbad :

🫧 one day at the cafe you both go to counter together holding hands and the baristas are like omfg y’all are finally together?! took y’all long enough!!

🫧 you’re like ??? and they explain they’ve been shipping you for MONTHS ever since they noticed you’re interested in each other and were getting SO frustrated about the fact that neither of you were making a move that they were lowkey considering taking matters into their own hands lmao

🫧 you’re about to pay and they’re like “oh this one’s on us. consider it a thank you for finally putting us out of our misery” 💀

🫧 on days that he gets there before you, he makes sure to have your order ready just in time so that it’s the right temperature when you arrive <3

🫧 you’ve made him watch all your favourite ghibli movies by now and one day he suggests watching something you both haven’t watched. Grave Of The Fireflies is one ghibli movie you’d been putting off cuz you heard it was kind of sad but you figure, hey it’s a ghibli movie. how sad can it be?

🫧 BIG MISTAKE: IT’S NOT “KIND OF SAD”, IT’S DEVASTATING

🫧 you and euijoo are a mess watching it, straight-up sobbing towards the end

🫧 you know that viral clip from the script reading of that kdrama The Midnight Studio where a lot of the cast members are crying while reading their dialogues cuz the story is supposedly that devastating and then towards the end two of the cast members sitting next to each other happen to make eye contact and burst out laughing seeing each other’s tear stained faces?

🫧 yeah basically imagine that as the credits roll - you turn to look at him at the same time he does and you both can’t help laughing at the sight of the other - a bunch of crumpled tissues scattered around both of you, your eyes rimmed red and faces blotchy

🫧 he opens his blanket and holds his arm out, beckoning for you to come join him, and you snuggle up close and bask in each other’s comfort

🫧 you still can’t stop thinking about the movie and tearing up though, so you get some ice cream and end up rewatching Ponyo

🫧 when the theme song plays you turn to him and sing along as though you’re serenading him, to which he chuckles and pretends to imitate ponyo HE’S SO CUTE UGH

divider credits : @saradika-graphics @cafekitsune

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first snow ❄️

pairing : idol!euijoo x non idol!reader, established relationship

genre : pure tooth-rotting fluff

summary : surprising your boyfriend at work on a cold winter evening turns extra special as the first snow of the season makes its appearance <3

w.c. : 1.1k

a/n : help i'm so downbad i can't stop writing him. korea having its first snow a couple of days ago and all the idols posting about it inspired me to write this lol

You wait eagerly, your insides buzzing with excitement as you wait for your boyfriend to get done with filming. You hate how busy you’ve both been all week, to the point that you barely got to see each other despite sharing an apartment – you’d leave early for work before Euijoo woke up and then he’d come home late at night after you were asleep. With how cold the weather has been getting lately, you wish you could’ve continued with your cozy evenings and cuddly mornings together but unfortunately work had had other plans.

But it’s finally over now - you and your team managed to wrap up the project you had been working on today and you got to leave early. Euijoo had left for work earlier than he usually did in the mornings, which meant that he’d be done for the day that much sooner as well. Which is why you thought it would be perfect to surprise him.

Even from where you are sitting a good distance away in the car, you can see that he’s freezing, and it’s no wonder because it’s colder than usual today. His breath fogs up the air when he speaks or exhales. You honestly don’t know why his company thought it would be a good idea to have them film outside in this temperature. While you feel bad that he has to do this while you watch from the warmth of the car, you can’t get over how impossibly adorable he looks with all his extremities gone a soft pink from the cold – his ears, his nose, the tips of his fingers. You have to physically stop yourself from squealing every now and then as you watch him because the group’s manager is in the car with you. Whenever Euijoo gets a short break where he doesn’t have to be on camera, he pulls on his huge puffer jacket and shoves his hands into the pockets to warm them up. It makes him look so smol and cuddly and you want so badly to run out to him and you would have if you were allowed. You grit your teeth and tell yourself it’s just for a little while longer.

When he’s finally done and ready to leave, you watch with barely contained delight as the staff point him to the car you’re seated in. He looks a little confused as to why he’s being told to take a different one (he can’t see inside the car owing to the tinted windows) from the rest of his group members. Nonetheless, he obliges, thinking that maybe he has some extra work left to do as the rest of them head back. He tries not to let his disappointment show. He’s the leader, after all. As he’s making his way towards the car, you ask the manager if he would mind stepping out for a bit if he doesn’t wish to be subjected to your PDA. He complies a little too eagerly, making you chuckle. He’s probably still scarred from the time he walked in on the both of you passionately making out. The manager flashes your bewildered boyfriend a knowing smile as he walks past him.

“SURPRISE!” you squeal when he opens the door to the backseat. His eyes widen and he freezes for just a second before breaking out into the biggest smile and immediately scooching in and closing the door behind him. He pulls you into a hug, his arms locking tight around you.

“What are you doing here?” he laughs, delighted. You pull back and enclose both his hands in yours. His fingers are ice-cold.

“Jeez baby, you’re freezing!” You exhale hot air on them and rub your hands against his, hoping the friction will add to the warmth. Euijoo doesn’t mention that he has hot packs he could use in his pocket – he likes this much better. He gazes at you, his heart feeling like it’s glowing. You look up at him, at the warm fondness in his smile and can’t help smiling too. You notice his nose is still pink from the cold and you have an idea.

“What am I doing here? Hmm, let’s see . . . I’m here . . .” You pause to pull him closer and place a kiss on his lips. “. . to . . .” A kiss on his nose. “ . . . warm . .” Lips. “ . . you . . .” Nose. “. . . up!” Lips lips lips.

And that is all it takes for him to melt into a puddle – the man is a blushing, giggling mess. He nuzzles up against you, burying his face in your jacket.

“What, don’t I get any in return?” you tease. He emerges from your jacket immediately and proceeds to smother your face in kisses with his ice-cold lips. “Gahh wait,” you giggle and hold out your hand to keep him from continuing. His brows furrow in confusion, lips still puckered in a half-pout. “Cold lips,” you explain.

“Well clearly they need some more warming up,”

You give him a look as if to say is that so? but wind your arms around his neck and lean in as he does. Your mouths glide against each other’s, warmth against cold, until both of your lips are the same temperature. You run your thumb over his lips. “There. Nice and warm now?”

“Mmm. Nice and warm.”

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You’re in the parking lot of Euijoo’s favourite cafe, waiting for the manager to return. Euijoo had wanted to get hot chocolate before heading back home, but he fell asleep on your shoulder on the way and you didn’t want to wake him just yet, so the manager offered to go instead.

And it’s as you’re sitting there staring out at the pretty lights outside, basking in the quiet comfort of his presence next to you that it happens – dazzling silver flakes slowly flutter down from above, softly coating everything in a layer of sparkling white – the first snow of the season. It’s beautiful.

As if he somehow sensed it unconsciously, Euijoo stirs awake and smiles sleepily at you.

“It’s snowing!” you whisper-exclaim, squeezing his hand in excitement.

The next minute you’re both out of the car, arms outstretched while trying to catch the falling crystals. Euijoo grabs you all of a sudden, making you squeal. He lifts you up and spins you around, his face beaming as you giggle.

The manager returns with your drinks just then, and Euijoo sheepishly puts you down – although the former doesn’t mind; the parking lot is fairly empty.

“I’ll wait inside, take your time,” he says, handing you both your drinks and getting into the car.

The two of you lean against the side of the car as you continue to watch the snow drift lazily to the ground. The world feels quieter all of a sudden, softer. Euijoo touches his cup to yours and raises a toast.

“To more first snows with you,”

You return the gesture, feeling a warmth spread inside your chest despite the chilly weather. “To more first snows with you,”

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agree to disagree?

❝i love you; by extension, i hate all other things❞

❝i forgive the world because it has you❞

pairing : euijoo x reader, est. relationship

genre : fluff, comfort, grumpy!reader x sunshine!euijoo but you don't exactly get to see much of his sunshiney side in this so more like subdued sunshine? sunshine but it's a cloudy day kinda vibe? idk what im on about but you get what i mean 😭

prompt (?) : i saw a post the other day about something hozier said in an interview (1st quote from above) and was reminded of another quote (2nd one) that felt like its perfect companion quote and i was like omg someone should write a fic using these two! then i was like wait i can also do that. so here we are. i kinda wanna write an angsty version but maybe some other day

warnings : one instance of bullying mentioned, one cuss word, not proofread

word count : around 800

you had an okay childhood – nice parents, good friends, financially secure environment, fun memories. and so to an outsider, it doesn't make sense why you grow up angry at the world. but those close to you know that it's because you also grew up watching the hypocritical ways of the world that preached kindness on one hand while making the lives of those who chose to walk down that path perpetually miserable. well actually no, scratch that, that makes it sound like you're some sort of good samaritan who is deeply concerned about the well-being of the general public – you're not that philanthropic.

you're really only concerned about one person in particular – byun euijoo. your childhood best friend/love and light of your life. beautiful, soft, kind, and altruistic to a fault. you honestly still can't comprehend how he can wake up everyday and choose to be good despite how brutal the world is to him. all your life, you've grown up seeing him be kind and compassionate to everyone, but most infuriatingly even to people who don't deserve it. and so, because of him, you have a bone to pick with the world and its unfair ways. euijoo does not usually complain and bears it all silently, because he wants to keep the peace, and you hate it. doesn't he have you? all he has to do is tell you, because you would go to war for his peace if that's what it takes.

but that's precisely why he doesn't tell you – because he's afraid you'll get yourself into trouble trying to get even for him. like when you were 5-years-old and you bit a boy's arm because he stole euijoo’s favourite toy and claimed it as his own. or the time in middle school when the class bully tore up his notebooks before the final exams just because he had helped a girl the guy had happened to have a crush on – the next day, you tripped him. he fell and ended up with a bloody mouth and a chipped tooth. or the time in high school when euijoo worked part-time at the local supermarket and the owner fired him without pay after making him work overtime for months and then claiming he had stolen money out of the cash register. there were no cctv cameras so everyone just took his word for it. you threw a rock through the glass front doors.

granted, you are not as…violent as an adult, since that tends to have serious consequences. but by no means are you any less scary.

he doesn't like to complain, but that doesn't mean he's never affected by it – he's only human, after all. there are days when his smile doesn't shine as bright, like today. days when everything feels a little heavier. when you open the door to him tonight, his eyes lack their usual glint, and his smile feels subdued. it's not everyday he lets his weariness show. it's not everyday that he walks over to you like this and wordlessly slumps onto your shoulder, seeking comfort in your arms. he rarely lets you see how draining it is, so when he does, you know it's worse than usual.

blood rushes to your head as you feel a surge of rage, and your hold around him tightens. “what happened? i'm gonna kill the bastards i swear,” you fume.

euijoo lets out a tired chuckle and rubs your back in an attempt to calm you. “i didn't even say anything and you're already plotting murders?”

“fine. i'll do it after you tell me. spill.”

“hmm, let's just stay like this for a while?” he murmurs with a kiss, breathing in your scent and trying to forget about everything else.

you sigh. you suppose vengeance can wait. for now you will be his solace. you comb your fingers through his hair, and he smiles knowing that for tonight you have given in. the weight feels lighter in your embrace.

“do you think i'm a pushover too?” he asks after a while, his voice quiet and muffled.

your fingers in his hair freeze for just a second before continuing. “no. i think you're too nice for this wretched world. it doesn't know a thing about kindness and certainly doesn't deserve yours.”

“you have got to stop making me sound like i'm a saint or something,” he mumbles with a laugh, before settling into silence again. and then, “’s not so bad, you know,”

“what?”

“the world. i like it because it has you. i try to be kind because it has you.”

your eyes sting. “well i hate it for not being nicer to you,”

“debatable. it gave me you.”

“agree to disagree?”

“deal.”

divider credits: @/strangergraphics

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photograph

yuma x reader, est. relationship, fluff

0.5k

“what the hell was maki doing in this picture?” you laugh, looking at a ridiculous photo of him in yuma’s phone.

yuma looks over to see which one you’re talking about and rolls his eyes. “god only knows what goes on in that boy’s brain,” he says in response, chuckling a little as a remembers the incident.

yuma had just returned from a trip with the boys yesterday. he wanted you to see all the places they’d been to and all the shenanigans they had gotten up to so you are going through the photos on his phone gallery.

there are so many of them that yuma falls asleep on your lap waiting for you to go through them all. when you look down at him, he looks so soft and peaceful. you trace a heart onto his cheek and lean down to press a gentle kiss on the spot, careful to not wake him. he smiles in his sleep ever so lightly but doesn’t stir otherwise. you quietly chuckle to yourself and open the camera on his phone to click a picture and send it to yourself since you can’t reach your phone right now. however, when you click the big circle at the bottom, a low storage warning message pops up. you frown as you close it, and then open the gallery again so you can delete a few embarrassing pictures of yourself to free up some space – yuma was always clicking pictures of you 24/7. but even though you are aware of his love for freezing little snippets of you in time, you are not prepared for the sheer volume of them. no wonder his phone is out of storage! 90% of the 3000-something pictures in his gallery are of you, or of him with you.

you have always been bewildered but secretly moved by his affinity for clicking so many photos of you. it was not something you were used to, so you were extremely shy and self-conscious at first – you were not the sort of person people usually wanted to click pictures of or with, and you had gotten used to pretending it didn’t bother you.

but then you met yuma, who was the sort of person to click pictures of you no matter what you’re wearing or how you look – whether you’re out on a date dressed all fancy or you’ve just woken up and still have sleep lines imprinted on your face doesn’t matter to him. he also loves taking selfies with you and trying out whatever new couple poses idea he comes across online. even after a year and half of dating, you still don’t know what he sees in you that makes him want to abuse his phone storage so much.

but the reason you didn’t know about just how many of them there were is because a lot of them – almost half – seem to have been taken when you weren’t looking. like the most recent one, from your date before he left for the trip: you hadn’t yet spotted yuma apparently, and an expression of concentrated confusion adorns your face as you’re looking about searching for him. a lot of pictures of you sleeping. pictures of you on your movie date nights with differing expressions depending on the scene that’s playing. pictures of you smiling at cat videos on your phone. and ones of you reading books – in one particular picture your eyes are comically large and your mouth is hanging wide open. it’s probably the moment you found out about the plot twist that you did not see coming.

you tear up as you turn your attention to your boyfriend’s sleeping face. before yuma, you had often wondered about the kind of love that made one fill up their camera roll with pictures of their partner. and now you got to experience it.

divider credits: @/cafekitsune