mirisss-reblog-and-tags

[mirisss-reblog-and-tags]

After EN-O'CLOCK Mishchiefs

Enhypen OT7 x female 8th member of Enhypen! Reader

Wordcount ≈ 2.9k

Warnings: None I think

Thank you for the request! I hope you enjoy this! 

I tried to first write this as the actual episode, but it was so hard to keep true to everything that actually happened and also adding in (Y/n), so instead I opted for writing what happens after. I’m sorry that I couldn’t really write it with the actual solving puzzles and everything, but I hope this can still be good enough. But it’s still kind of based on episode 83-84.

Please reblog and comment if you enjoyed it!

Third Person POV

The shoot finally wrapped under the soft glow of the evening lights, cameras powering down as the crew called out a cheerful “cut!” The cages stood empty now, the chaos of puzzles and clues left behind. As soon as the staff gave them the all-clear, (Y/n) made her way straight to Ni-ki, her steps quick but heavy with exhaustion.

He was stretching his arms above his head when she wrapped her arms around him, catching him a little off guard. “Sorry for leaving you behind earlier,” she mumbled into his shoulder. “It was all to make you the star, you know.” Ni-ki huffed a small laugh, arms coming around her without hesitation. “I am the star,” he teased, a little smug.

(Y/n) pulled back just enough to give him a pointed look. “Still mad you didn’t save me first.” He rolled his eyes but grinned. “Please, your lock needed all the other answers. I physically couldn’t.” “Still mad.” He snorted. “Fine. I’ll make up for it. You want my snack stash for the week? Back massage? Foot rub? I’ll do your laundry, wait, no. Not laundry.”

(Y/n) smirked, about to reply, when Jake practically swooped in the second her arms dropped from Ni-ki. He threw himself onto her with a groan so dramatic it made even Jungwon laugh from across the room. “My brain needs a vacation,” Jake announced, clinging to her like she was the last stable surface in the world. “All that math. All that logic. I’m not built for this stress-” He tilted his head toward her shoulder. “Please give me a few head scratches. To calm the genius inside me.” The group burst into laughter, low and warm in the post-shoot glow. It wasn’t loud or chaotic this time, just tired, affectionate.

Heeseung slung an arm lazily over Sunghoon’s shoulders, both of them still half-laughing at Jake’s antics. Jay leaned against the wall with his eyes closed, clearly already halfway home in his head. Sunoo and Jungwon were poking at each other, jokingly bickering about who had been the smartest. Ni-ki stood by (Y/n)’s side, now quietly tugging at the sleeve of her hoodie, already forgiven and forgotten.

They were all tired, but full in that way only shared effort and laughter could bring. Home was just a van ride away, and the thought of soft blankets, shared beds, and a night of tangled limbs and easy sleep waited for them like a promise.

The cool night air wrapped around them as they stepped out of the building and toward the two vans waiting just outside. Without much conversation, the group naturally split, fatigue and familiarity guiding their choices. (Y/n) ended up in the first van with Ni-ki, Sunghoon, and Sunoo, while the others quietly piled into the second one. As the engines hummed to life and the vans pulled away from the curb, the city lights blurred into soft lines beyond the tinted windows.

In the second van, the ride was nearly silent. Heeseung had fallen asleep with his head tipped back. Jake was slumped against Jungwon’s shoulder, both of them dead to the world. Jay had crossed his arms and tilted his head against the window, already deep in a nap. The only sound was the low buzz of the road beneath the tires.

In the first van, it was quieter than usual, but not silent. (Y/n) and Sunoo sat side by side, their voices low and warm, occasionally dissolving into soft laughter. “Why did it takes us so long to figure out that ‘SIM’ literally meant Jake, I mean his name is freaking SIM JAEYUN?” Sunoo whispered, grinning. (Y/n) snorted. “We were so confident, too, with all our wrong answers.”

They both stifled giggles as Sunghoon, sitting on the other side of Sunoo, let out a soft snore, only to jolt awake with a tiny gasp. He blinked rapidly, trying to play it off, but his eyelids betrayed him again within seconds. “I’m fine,” he mumbled, clearly not fine. “You’ve been ‘fine’ for the last twenty minutes,” (Y/n) teased gently, watching as his head began to droop again.

Across from them, Ni-ki sat quietly with his phone in hand, but he wasn’t really scrolling anymore. The screen had dimmed, forgotten in his lap. His gaze drifted between his sleepy hyung, the low murmur of (Y/n) and Sunoo’s conversation, and the familiar cityscape beyond the window.

The day had started off strange, all the confusion in the beginning, puzzles that made his head hurt, but it had turned into something fun, something he’d remember. He got to be the hero today. He got to laugh with the people he loved. And now, with the cameras off and soon no staff around, he could finally let the role go.

All he wanted now was to get home. To shed the last bits of performance. To be with them, not as ENHYPEN, not as the maknae, but just Ni-ki. Just Riki. His eyes flicked to (Y/n) as she leaned her head against Sunoo’s shoulder, both of them still whispering and smiling. Yeah. Home sounded really good right now.

By the time the vans pulled into the parking garage beneath their dorm, most of the group was somewhere between asleep and half-conscious. (Y/n) and Sunoo had managed to stay awake, barely, blinking slowly under the overhead lights as the engine cut off.

They nudged the others gently, murmuring sleepy names and poking shoulders until everyone stirred just enough to stumble out of the van. Bags were slung lazily over shoulders, jackets forgotten on seats. The elevator ride up was silent, a huddle of yawns and leaning heads.

Once inside their dorm, the shoes came off in a messy blur. Jake’s sneakers landed sideways. Ni-ki kicked his off without looking. Sunghoon’s boots somehow ended up overlapping someone else’s pair entirely.

Jay stared at the chaos and sighed like a man twenty years older. “I’m gonna have to clean that tomorrow,” he muttered, stepping carefully around the growing pile as though it personally offended him.

Some of the boys didn’t even speak; they just drifted down the hallway toward their rooms like ghosts of themselves. Lights flicked on and off. Doors opened and clicked shut. The quiet hum of a late night settled over the space.

(Y/n) didn’t even try to make it to her room. She beelined straight for the couch and let herself fall onto it with a sigh that came from her soul. The cushions welcomed her like an old friend. Seconds later, she felt movement and then Jake was stretching out beside her, laying his head across her lap without a word. “Don’t think I forgot what you asked for,” she mumbled, lips quirking tiredly as she dragged her fingers through his hair. “Head scratches for a genius don’t come cheap, you know.” Jake let out a pleased hum, already melting under her touch. “Charge it to my tab.” “You’re several weeks behind,” she teased. “Worth it.”

Ni-ki passed by a moment later, ruffling his hair with one hand, phone still in the other. He leaned down to kiss the top of (Y/n)’s head, his voice soft. “Night.” “Night, Riki,” she murmured back, giving his wrist a light pat as he passed. He disappeared down the hall, bedroom door clicking shut a second later.

Meanwhile, Heeseung padded into the kitchen, hair tousled, eyes half-shut as he opened the fridge and stared into it like he wasn’t sure what he was looking for. “Water. Or juice. Or maybe both.” No one answered him, but he didn’t seem to mind. Back on the couch, Jake shifted slightly to get more comfortable, his arms curled loosely around (Y/n)’s waist, letting the silence settle between them like a blanket.

Heeseung returned from the kitchen with a glass of water in hand, the rim fogging lightly from the chill. The moment he stepped into the living room, a quiet, fond laugh escaped him. There on the couch, Jake was already snoring, his head still nestled in (Y/n)’s lap like it belonged there. Her fingers absentmindedly threaded through his hair, even though her own eyes looked heavy with sleep. She turned slightly at the sound of Heeseung’s laugh, catching his soft gaze.

He made his way over, crouching beside the couch. “You want help moving him?” he offered gently. “You’ll mess up your neck sleeping like this.” (Y/n) shook her head, a sleepy smile tugging at her lips. “It’s okay. I don’t mind.” Heeseung didn’t look fully convinced, but he didn’t press her. “Alright,” he murmured. “Still… kiss good night?” She leaned forward, lips meeting his in a slow, sleepy kiss. His hand brushed her cheek for just a second before he stood up again. “Good night, love,” he whispered. “Good night, Hee.”

He disappeared down the hallway, door clicking quietly behind him. The apartment was dim and still again, bathed in the soft hum of the refrigerator and the low, even rhythm of Jake’s breathing. (Y/n) leaned back into the couch, eyes fluttering shut, her hand still resting in Jake’s hair. Eventually, sleep claimed her too.

A few hours passed in peaceful silence. It was sometime in the middle of the night, close to 3 a.m., when Sunghoon shuffled out of his room in search of water. His eyes adjusted slowly to the living room, catching sight of the two figures still curled up on the couch. He walked over carefully, setting his empty glass down on the table with a soft clink before crouching beside them.

“(Y/n),” he whispered, brushing his fingers lightly against her shoulder. Her eyes opened slowly, a little dazed and confused. “You shouldn’t sleep like that. Your neck’s gonna hate you tomorrow.” She blinked, then winced slightly as she shifted, her neck already a bit sore. “Fair.”  “I’ll lift him,” Sunghoon offered, nodding toward Jake. “You go.”

True to his word, he gently lifted Jake’s head just enough for her to slip out from under him. Jake mumbled something unintelligible but didn’t wake. As soon as she was free, (Y/n) leaned into Sunghoon, wrapping her arms around him for a grateful hug.

“Thank you,” she murmured. “You’re so warm.” Sunghoon chuckled softly, hugging her back. “You’re cold.” “Sleeping without a blanket will do that to you.” “You want mine?” he offered without thinking. She smiled against his shoulder, eyes fluttering closed again for just a second. “No. Just help me get to bed.” “Yeah, okay,” he said quietly, steadying her with an arm around her waist as they padded together down the hallway, slow and sleepy, but together.

Inside her room, (Y/n) moved toward the bed with every intention of face-planting into it fully clothed. But before she could collapse, Sunghoon gently caught her wrist. “Hey, maybe change first?” he said with a lopsided smile. “You’ve been in those clothes all day.” She blinked at him, exhausted but processing, and then let out a small laugh. “Good idea. You’re full of wisdom tonight.” He chuckled, ruffling her hair lightly. “I try.” Then, with a nod, he turned to finally retrieve the glass of water he came out for in the first place, disappearing down the hallway again.

Left alone in the room, (Y/n) dragged herself through the familiar routine, stripping out of her worn clothes and slipping into a soft, oversized pajama shirt and loose shorts. It felt better instantly, but as she stood there in the dim light, arms folded lightly around herself, she realized she was still cold. Not just physically, but in that lonely, hollow kind of way that sometimes crept in after long days.

She glanced at her bed, then at her door, and made a quiet decision. A few moments later, she pushed open the door to the room next to hers, Jay’s room. He was already asleep, curled up beneath his thick comforter, breath slow and steady. The room was faintly scented with his cologne, soft and familiar. He didn’t stir as she tiptoed inside.

This wasn’t the first time, not for her, and not for anyone in the group. Jay was notorious for sleeping like a rock, and even more so for instinctively shifting to make space the second someone crawled in beside him. It was almost routine now, unspoken.

She slid under the covers, cold feet brushing against the warmth of his legs. Just like always, even in sleep, Jay stirred, barely. One arm reached behind him and lifted the edge of the duvet higher, the other snaking around her waist as he pulled her closer with no hesitation, no awareness. Just muscle memory and comfort. He exhaled softly, almost contentedly.

(Y/n) smiled sleepily against his chest, already feeling the warmth seep into her limbs. The cold, the ache, the lingering tension from the long day it all melted away in seconds. Wrapped in the silence of the room, in Jay’s warmth and familiarity, she let herself sink fully into sleep again. Safe. Home. Loved.

The morning light filtering through the curtains was soft and golden, casting a faint glow across the room. (Y/n) stirred beneath the covers, blinking sleep from her eyes, slow and groggy.

Warmth pressed against her chest, an arm wrapped comfortably around her waist, and a steady, familiar heartbeat under her ear. She blinked a few more times and tilted her head upward, only to find herself face-to-face with Jungwon. Wait… Jungwon?

She blinked again. This was definitely Jay’s room. The familiar scent of his cologne still lingered in the air, and Jay’s guitar leaned casually against the wall in the corner, just as it always did. But nestled beside her, in Jay’s spot, was most certainly Jungwon. His eyes were already open, watching her with a soft, sleepy smile as he brushed his thumb lightly against her hip.

“Morning,” he whispered, his voice low and warm against her ear. (Y/n) stared for a second longer before huffing out a laugh. “Wait, what?” Jungwon clearly expected her confusion; he smiled wider and gently pulled her closer. “You didn’t wake up when Jay got up this morning. He had an appointment.” “Oh.” “You were sleep-talking,” Jungwon added, brushing a piece of hair from her cheek. “Kept mumbling something about not wanting to be alone.”

She groaned quietly, burying her face into his shoulder for a second. “Please tell me I didn’t sound that desperate.” He chuckled. “Not desperate. Just, cuddly.” She mumbled, eyes still half-closed. “Sleepy me is so clingy.” “No,” he said immediately, pressing a small kiss to the top of her head. “Not clingy. Just cute.” (Y/n) peeked up at him again, the corner of her mouth curling upward as her sleepiness started to dissolve. “You’re biased.” “Absolutely,” Jungwon replied with a grin, pulling her in a little tighter. “And I’m not complaining.”

Eventually, the warmth of the bed and the soft urging of Jungwon convinced (Y/n) to crawl out from beneath the covers. Still wrapped in the lingering haze of sleep, she followed him out into the hall and toward the kitchen, her steps slow, her hair a gentle mess of bed-tangles.

The scent of something sweet and fruity met them as they walked in. Sunoo was already at the table, eating his breakfast, cereal, and a plate of fresh berries beside him. He looked up as they entered, eyes immediately softening when he saw (Y/n)’s sleep-heavy expression and the way she was still leaning slightly into Jungwon’s side.

She didn’t say anything, just shuffled over and dropped into the seat beside Sunoo with a quiet sigh, resting her head against his shoulder like it was the most natural thing in the world. Sunoo chuckled softly, cheeks lifting with a smile. “Morning to you, too.” “Mm,” (Y/n) hummed in response, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment.

Without missing a beat, Sunoo plucked a raspberry from his plate and held it up to her lips. She peeked at it, then at him, and opened her mouth obediently. He popped the berry in, and she smiled around it, chewing slowly as she nuzzled a little closer into his shoulder.

Jungwon just shook his head fondly and went to grab water from the fridge. Sunoo glanced down at her again, reaching up to gently fix a stray lock of hair that had fallen into her face. “You’re always like this after a shoot day,” he said softly. (Y/n) mumbled something incoherent in agreement, and Sunoo’s smile only widened.

He loved mornings like this, the ones after long filming days where everyone was tired but happy, where the house was quiet and slow-moving, but filled with warmth. These were the little moments that made it all worth it. The teasing during shoots, the chaos of puzzles, the endless energy… they all faded into peace like this. A quiet kitchen. Berry-stained fingers. The comforting weight of someone leaning into you, trusting you with their rest.

He picked up another berry, brushing it against her lips. (Y/n) took it again, no questions asked. Yeah, Sunoo thought, these mornings were his favorite kind of routine.

[mirisss-reblog-and-tags]

HIII I SAW YOUR TOUCH STARVE POST AND TOUGHT IT WAS CUTEEEE. may you do EJ with “may we stay like this a little longer?”

for and inspiration, maybe the scenario could be that he’s super stressed from leader duties and just need a little love

AUTHOR'S NOTE: yes!! thank u for the ask. here you gooo

SYNOPSIS / in which euijoo is very closed off about his feelings. when he finally breaks down, you're there to catch him.

TW / none!

WC / 0.8k words

PAIRING / euijoo x gn!reader

touch-starved &team prompt list

EJ + "May we stay like this a little longer?"

One thing about Euijoo is that he’s a man of few words.

He’s always been that way.

That’s not to say that he won’t say anything about what he’s going through. Rather, he will explain it in short sentences, ending it with, “It’s okay though. I have it sorted.” Even when he really doesn’t.

When it comes to you, he listens to all your problems, gives you comfort and provides effective solutions to combat it. So you can imagine how you feel when you can’t do the same for him. You wait for the opportunity, try to dive deeper into Euijoo’s mind but he doesn’t budge.

Until one day.

You’re laying in your bed after a long day of work and you can hear the door opened. 

“Euijoo?” you call out.

There’s no answer. Just heavy footsteps.

You furrow your eyebrows as you sit up.

“Eui—“

He opens your bedroom there and just stands there. It seems as if the man himself became possessed because there was no thought going through there.

A few beats of silence go by.

“Are you okay?” you ask.

It takes him a while. 

Finally, he shakes his head.

Euijoo looks up at you, a small pout on his lips, “Hold me.”

Your heart softens at the sight as you open your arms to him. He comes to the bed, slips under the covers with you and for once, lets you hold him.

“What happened, baby?” you ask.

Euijoo’s hands are wrapped around your waist, face in your neck and breathing you in. Your scent brought him so much comfort. It was what he needed after what he went through today.

“I’m so stressed at work.”

You thought that was going to be it. He wouldn’t say anymore than this, he never does. 

“The company is at our necks, they’re putting so much pressure onto me and the boys. I honestly don’t know if I can do this anymore. I can’t do it. I really can’t.”

You run your fingers through his hair, letting him get it all out.

“It feels like no one is listening to me. I got into a fight today with K and I feel awful. I can’t seem to do anything right. I’m really not cut out for this—leading and all that,” Euijoo explains.

You’ve been speared in the heart.

You’ve never heard him talk like this before. 

Having to handle Euijoo like this, all broken in your arms is a blessing in disguise. As selfish as it sounds, you’ve been waiting for this moment. The moment where he’d crumble in your arms and tell you what was in his heart and let you console him, tell him that it was all going to be okay.

“I know it’s hard,” you begin, running your fingers through his hair. “There are going to be days where you’re going to have to get into arguments with your members, disagree and it’s gonna fucking suck. So I understand how you feel.”

“Mhm…”

“But you need to give yourself more grace. You are leading a group of nine, not eight. You’re also leading yourself—you need to be kinder to yourself, baby.”

He twitches in your arms, looks up at you with his eyes widened.

“Is that you?” he asks lightly. “I’ve never heard you speak like this.”

You push him back into you, “You never give me a chance.”

He pauses for a second.

“I don’t wanna burden you,” he replies, hugging you tighter. “You don’t deserve that.”

A warm rush blooms inside you.

You slide down on the bed so that you’re facing him instead. This is something you have to tell him, to his face.

“You’re never gonna burden me,” you declare. You cup his cheeks, swiping your thumb on his cheek. “Not now, not ever. Please promise me next time that you’ll tell me what’s on your mind.”

You put out your pinky for him. Euijoo slowly hooks his pinky onto yours, eyes never leaving yours.

Then, he pulls you flush against him.

“Now that I think of it, there’s more I have to tell you. May we stay like this a little longer?” he asks, blinking at you.

You smile, “Of course! I’m all ears.”

END.

[mirisss-reblog-and-tags]

teasing @ pokémon center ✶ boyfriend!fuma ∿ notes! 0.7k words ⸝⸝ requested! ⸝⸝ happy birthday fuma!!

▸ 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺?

the sound of your tiktoks and upbeat video game music echo throughout you and your boyfriend's shared room. the noises overlap each other, like they were competing on who could be the loudest. after a while, you realize the music sounded more pleasing to the ear as you turned off your phone and discarded it somewhere on your bed.

covered in fuma’s oversized hoodie, the various blankets you found in your storage closet, and the man's strong arms, you sigh in bliss; you've never felt so warm before. you twist in your boyfriend's hold, observing him laying on the bed with his head propped up on a few pillows, his gaze locked onto his switch. you let out a soft yawn, cuddling into his chest as he absentmindedly runs his fingers through your hair. defeated music catches your attention as you inch closer, resting your head near the crook his neck.

fuma was in the middle of a pokémon battle, the screen displaying his team and their remaining health. one of his characters just died and he was contemplating which pokémon should he use to save the day.

stifling a giggle, you decide to tease the boy although you knew how serious he took his game. “think you should use your water type, baby,” you mumble into his skin. he hums, choosing the character without a second thought. a confirmation screen pops up, and you're unable to keep the giggle from leaving your lips.

“what's so funny, baby?” fuma’s voice is low, an eyebrow raising. until he looks back at the screen and it suddenly dawns on him: a water type against an electric?? you're trying to kill him. the boy suddenly sits up, gasping dramatically like you just stabbed him in the back.

“really y/n?! have I taught you nothing?” he booms, placing a hand over his heart. you roll off his lap, laughter taking over you. you loved teasing your boyfriend because his expressions were always so hilarious.

“‘m sorry baby, I'm just joking,” you giggle, looking back at fuma as he still stares at you with disbelief in his gaze. you see something else in his eyes though; adoration. even when you acted so cruel, fuma could never stay mad at you. he grabs your arm, pulling you back in-between his legs. he sits his switch on your lap, his chin resting on your shoulder as he huffs.

“once again, this is jolteon, an electric pokémon,” fuma makes sure to emphasize the word, a snort leaving your lips. “water types are weak against electric. if I listened to you, I would be killing off my team for fun,” you nod knowingly like he's already taught you the basics of the game time and time again (he has).

fuma raises his eyebrow again, peering down at you. he mumbles into your ear, “okay, if water is weak to electric, which pokémon should I use?”

“hmm..” you think to yourself, tapping the bottom of your chin. you can't stop the smile from lifting your lips. “I dunno baby, the flying type?”

fuma’s jaw drops. you purposely said the wrong answer again. with a quick thought, he tickles your sides, watching you jitter in his hold. although he found you cute, he couldn't hide the pout from his face.

“okay, okay! that was the last time I swear,” you chuckle, twisting yourself in his arms so you face each other. you take his cheeks into your hands, placing random kisses along his face in apology. his lips find yours as he holds the back of your head to bring you closer.

“you promise?” fuma presses his forehead against yours as you nod. “fine, but if you do it again I'm going to be very mad,” his eyebrows furrow for effect, although he's not able to keep up his facade, grinning to himself.

his arms hold your waist as yours wrap around his neck. laying back down with you on top of him, he pulls the blankets over your bodies once more. “mm been playing for a while,” he mumbles into your skin, “how about a nap?” he rubs your back as you nod.

“love you,” you whisper, holding him closer to you.

“I love you too,” he presses a kiss against your forehead before muttering, “..meanie.”

︴bonus! I actually love this fic sm it's so cutesy. also tysm for 1.2k follows !!

▸ taglist 📬 @wtfisgoingright , @lakoya , @lovelyjuju , @kehnarii , @enhacolor , @cherrycolaberry , @luvnicho , @zarastrawberry , @h0mebody-heaven

🎬 navigation

@chiiyuuvv on tumblr . do not steal works/headers/line dividers

[mirisss-reblog-and-tags]

ho is u stupid?! ✶ enemy!nicholas ∿ notes! 21 attachments ⸝⸝ click for part 1!

▸ 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺?

︴bonus! I SWEAR TO GOD ILL POST THAT NICO FIC I SWEAR

▸ taglist 📬 @wtfisgoingright , @xikskrrrs , @lakoya , @lovelyjuju , @enhacolor , @cherrycolaberry , @luvnicho , @sami-dear , @zarastrawberry , @h0mebody-heaven

🎬 navigation

@chiiyuuvv on tumblr . do not steal works/headers/line dividers

[mirisss-reblog-and-tags]

ho is u stupid?! ✶ enemy!nicholas ∿ notes! 26 attachments ⸝⸝ click for part 2!

▸ 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺?

︴bonus! why do i always come up with good ff ideas when i'm on the toilet? nico pic was edited by me btw ^^

▸ taglist 📬 @wtfisgoingright , @xikskrrrs , @lakoya , @lovelyjuju , @enhacolor , @cherrycolaberry , @luvnicho , @sami-dear , @zarastrawberry , @h0mebody-heaven

🎬 navigation

@chiiyuuvv on tumblr . do not steal works/headers/line dividers

[mirisss-reblog-and-tags]

YOU KNOW WHO YOU REALLY BELONG TO

trying to make you jealous never works when they fold too early.

mdni! downbad bsf enha! x reader. tension unleashed. thats it. thats all. i cant sleep mstrlst!

perms:

@nikiswifiee @ancnymcnzjy @ja4hyvn @17ericas @hoonieyun @jellyluv4eva @wheretheheckis-ssaki @hyukabeanie @gxwesn @tojiworshipper @wonuziex @jaerisdiction @fairystudio @hunnyuwu @jakesimfromstatefarm @ikeuriuu @lovenha7 @enhawonnie @weepingsweep @blvengene @hollxe1 @kryllea

[mirisss-reblog-and-tags]

ꕥ HOW MANY LIKES ⸝⸝⸝ participating in a tiktok trend with enhypen !

[ req? yes / no ]

( 対 ) OT8 + fem. reader wc. none genre crack · contains! no mature content. / back to library

©️LUVYENI

[mirisss-reblog-and-tags]

TALKING NONSENSE ⋆｡°✩ ot7

( 𝙄 𝘾𝘼𝙐𝙂𝙃𝙏 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙇-𝙊-𝙑-𝙀 ) ── in which you accidentally confess your feelings to them over text

(𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐕𝐄) enha x fem! reader, established friendship, suggestive comments, cursing, petnames, fluff, text messages

𝐤𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐚'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 ! trying out a new layout right now! i've been dying to do some smau head canons for enhypen! (don't worry the conclusion to my heeseung fic should be out soon!!)

likes, feedback, reblogs & comments are appreciated

[mirisss-reblog-and-tags]

Thank you for recommending my fic! It means a lot!

MONTHLY LUNÉ RANT | &TEAM

Hello hello my dear fellow Luné✨🫵🏼✨🫶🏼

After my &Team Appreciation post, I’ve got much love and positive feedback from you soooo of course I can’t stand still and not talk about the boys when they keep on dropping bangers and just work so hard!

So I want to start sharing monthly Luné rant posts for everyone to come together, where I collect my favourite moments of &Team lately, that make me smile so big and make my heart squeeze in affection :))))) (Note: I‘m not very fast and up-to-date with lots of socials and trends so pls bare with me)

PLEASE INTERACT, I even encourage you to send photos, videos, stories or just random rants about your favorites <3

•••••••••••••••••••• ⊹ ••••••••••••••••••••

PHOTO CORNER:

If it’s not totally obvious, my hyperfixation lately has been Taki, Taki, Taki with a sprinkle of Maki and Fuma… I can’t tell you how much Taki gives me acute cuteness aggression. (All photo rights go to their respective owners- taken from Pinterest)

•••••••••••••••••••• ⊹ ••••••••••••••••••••

VIDEO CORNER:

Let’s talk about some videos and shorts I have been watching religiously lately.

Literally fully melted my heart, I can’t stop watching. He makes me smile so so so much

Yuma, the respectful gentleman he is!!!!

Seeing Nico like this at their Taipei concert is so special. I feel like he is such a deep-feeling and emotional person (HUGE F), that moments like these just make me tear up a little!

Still the same topic at hand, I wanted to add some snippets of his speech at their ‚Awaken the bloodline’ concert in his hometown Taipei. You can see clearly it means a lot to him. His vulnerable words are an inspiration to so many.

Something about this side of Fuma (his secure and soft protective bodyguard side) makes my heart flutter undeniably. However, seeing how crowded their airport arrivals and departures are and how they literally get mobbed makes my blood boil so mad… Yes, you can appreciate them but NEVER, EVER treat them like this please!!! Give them space! Respect them! (You also wouldn’t want to be in their shoes)

Literal bop! Everytime I hear the song now, I can only think of Taki.

Nicholas is so mischievous, I’m giggling so much! He’s so cute

Euijoo literally has my heart! The way his words are just so honest, so reflective and thankful, makes me appreciate his personality even more. He truly is one of a kind and I’m 1000% convinced that his kindness and truthfulness will lead him to great things.

Now MAKI!!! Lately I just have been flabbergasted by how handsome he is! Maki seems to grow abnormally well into his features and I just want take this moment and say MAKI IS GORGEOUS!!!

Oh my god someone please tell Euijoo how adorable he is when speaking English!!!! And his little polite thank you?? Sobbing right now.

And because we’re already talking about English, please listen to K‘s devastatingly adorable accent! I just love how he says ‚I can speak English‘

WATCH HERE

When I tell you I SQUEAKED at this content- it’s legendary… (fyi you will squeak too!)

WATCH HERE

This ‚Run Wild‘ Performance is GOLD, I repeated it again! You can see their passion, their power and presicion. Love love love

WATCH HERE

•••••••••••••••••••• ⊹ ••••••••••••••••••••

FANFIC CORNER

There are honestly so many amazing &Team writers on Tumblr and I really enjoyed reading each story so much! Here is a collection of some stories I‘ve read and loved lately.

At Last by @mirisss

This werewolf!K story has a really nice world building and I absolutely love the gradual slowburn of it all. If you like &Team as werewolves, this one is for you!

Along The Ome Line, Home (Pt. 1 & 2) by @wenosgf

I literally felt like a mother watching their children grow up in this one. It’s heavily Euijoo and Nicholas based but all the other members are also included. Nostalgic vibes pure, reminding me a lot of the Reply 1988 series.

The Bench by @sjywh0re

Really sentimental short story about grief and friendship and everyday life with our dear Euijoo as protagonist. This one is not romantic and was really refreshing to read.

Animal Attacks by @seodami (me)

I don’t know if the story I wrote deserves to be on this list, but I gave writing another werewolf story with Fuma this time a shot. It’s about mysteriously accumulating animal attacks in town and Fuma as your self defence instructor:) It turned out pretty long and I tried my best at world building… I appreciate every one who managed to read through the 12k words or even just start<3 thank youu

&Team as Werewolves by @urauntiefaye

Another werewolf drabble, I’m sorry not sorry. Behind this one are so many thoughts about the boys and their roles and personalities inside a pack. Super nicely described and really fitting!

Soaked (18+ !!!) by @ninisdollie

Wow okay, this one with Yuma is only for those over 18 and comfortable with reading more mature fanfics. But this one (and really all her other works) are just too good not to share!

Goodnight n Go by @nicholasluvbot

Really adorable little sneak peak into having your first kiss with sweet Jo!!! This one got me giggling hihi… I love how well Jo is described and I love love Jo‘s shyness, I will never not shut up about it! He is just so very adorable and this fic managed to capture that perfectly!

•••••••••••••••••••• ⊹ ••••••••••••••••••••

You have made it this far, CONGRATS!!! Thank you so much for reading through my monthly Luné rent <3 How do you feel?

Again, I want to say how proud I feel of &Team and their progress and hard work with their Asia Tour ‘Awaken The Bloodline’! They must be incredibly busy, but still manage to talk to Luné, create more entertainment content and train their singing, dancing and performing. I just know they must feel drained out at times and I want to say THANK YOU from the bottom of my heart! They bring so much light and love and compassion into the entertainment world and deserve all the love and more <3

With much love,

A loving Luné

[mirisss-reblog-and-tags]

(less than) gentle longing | en-

Your words wind around me like arms offering comfort and solitude ; Every letter a caress against my skin that aches with adrenaline - burns with passion.

aka : he wants to spend time with you but doesn't want to be too direct about his intentions. aka pt. two : you make him a little shy.

EN- (OT7) ☼ Suggestive/Silly ☼ A lil flirty here and there!! ☼ SMAU

Heeseung :

Jeongsong :

Jaeyun :

Sunghoon :

Sunoo :

Jungwon :

Riki :

[mirisss-reblog-and-tags]

DAILY BOYFRIEND TEXTS.

ALBUM'S CONTENT: established relationship, 西村力 x fem! reader, NSFW jokes, poor attempt at humor, usage of words 'kys' ❀ non-idol au 𖤐 ᧔♡᧓ catalogue.

FROM PRODUCER: been a while since i made some fake bf texts.. might do one for either jungwon or heeseung hehe

tags list: @chuhees, @byshens, @emisluvr, @riqomi, @onlyywwon, @jjung-v.

[mirisss-reblog-and-tags]

Heyy I hope you're doing well!

I absolutely love your SMAUs, and I was wondering if you could make one where all the enhypen boys get jealous of a college/work friend😇

enhypen being jealous of your coworker

Pairing: significant other enha x reader

Genre: fluff

Warnings: name-calling, insulting your poor coworker

Note: definitely did not go ia for like a month whoops but here you go my dear anon

[mirisss-reblog-and-tags]

Nishimura Riki - headcannons

Designs your nails and LOVES doing it for you. 

As you know, man’s artistic as HELL so, it's only right that he does your nail designs. You just give him a plain nail template opened on your tablet, and he gets into action. In the starting of your relationship when you asked him if he could design your nails for the first time, he was surprised but he immediately nodded with his round eyes looking up at you.  

Then later on, when you didn't ask him to design them for you (because he was tired and you didn't want to bother him) he insisted- no begged to let him design them for you. He said, and i quote, “Let me do them for you baby, you know it’ll turn out bad when your genius of a boyfriend isn't designing them.”  

Though he may act like he’s tired of designing your nails, he LOVES it. No matter what he’s doing, how busy he is, he’ll drop everything and design your nails for you. He’ll even add his initials somewhere in the design because he just loves being yours and you being his. 

2. Asks for a kiss before helping you. 

Oh you want that cereal which is on the top shelf? A kiss. You forgot to bring your towel into the bathroom and you need him to get it for you? A kiss. You want him to bring you a hot cup of tea after a long day? Kiss.  

Whatever you want from him- you'll get it but only with a kiss ofc. 

For instance, you’re laying on the couch watching a series that's got you hooked on alongside with Niki beside you with his leg on yours. You feel the need to drink water after gobbling down all the popcorn. As you move your gaze away from the screen, in search of water bottle, you notice that it's beside Niki. You nudge him with your elbow asking for the water bottle, he momentarily turns his gaze to see you and then takes the water bottle in his hand.  

But here’s the catch, before you can take it, he pulls his hand back and leans his face closer to you with a mischievous glint in his eyes, clearly asking for a kiss. You chuckle and peck his lips, satisfied, Niki smiles and gives the bottle to you.  

3. Sends voice recordings when he’s away 

You are the only person he yaps to. Seriously, you are his personal, real-life diary. He shares everything with you, all from his embarrassing childhood moments to his deepest darkest desires. He doesn't feel weird or embarrassed while doing so because why would he be? You are his safe person, and he trusts you. Just like how you do with him. 

And so, when he’s away, he always sends voice recordings of him speaking about anything and everything. Right from, “Good morning, babe” to “Today was so tiring but seeing engenes definitely made me feel better”  

He shares everything. his struggles, his happiness, his amusement he faced while being in completely different countries and states. Your contact is like a cute little documentation of him yapping on and on about how the weather was too hot, how his room service food was bland and how much he misses you.  

There are constant sighs when he’s talking about you- about your presence. “It’s so exhausting, I just wish you were here.”  He says with so much desperation but ends it by saying, “I love you, angel. Sleep well.” knowing you’re probably asleep due to the different time zones.  

He misses you a little extra hard when you reply with voice recordings of your own, he constantly says I love you and ends it every time with a kiss pressed into the mic of his phone.  

4. Your space is his space. 

He absolutely hates being away from you. You literally are like oxygen for him. So, he doesn't want to stay away from you even for a second. He’s constantly in your space, sitting too close to you or clinging onto your side like a koala.  

Normally when you both are in public, he doesn't show pda and just sticks to holding your hand and pecking you. And you don't mind it because you know that not showing pda doesn't equal to him not loving you. Because its exactly the opposite when you both are alone.  

He craves for your touch. He just needs to be close to you even if it's just you both sitting together scrolling on your phones. To him, what matters is that he’s close enough to you that you both can feel each other's presence.  

And just one little complaint about how your hand is sore because he put his whole-body weight on it, he’ll give you the most offending, heart-breaking reaction to you with betrayal written all over his face. “You don't want me, right?  You don't love me anymore, do you?”  

5. Draws on your hand.  

Take note that if you sit beside him while he’s sketching on a book that your hand isn't yours. Infact your hand isn't a hand, it's his canvas. He gently takes a hold of your hand and draws beautiful and small art on it.  

There are, ofcourse many hearts on it along with his name etched on your skin with the ink of the pen. He just loves doodling on your hand and thinks it's the most beautiful and best canvas ever. You don't mind it either, especially when he’s drawing small masterpiece on your, well normal hand. Sometimes his art turns out so good, you want to get a tattoo of it.  

You even told him that, if you ever get a tattoo, you’ll a tattoo of his art which ofcourse made him beam with joy and kiss you passionately. “Really?? Then I'll get a similar one so, we’ll be matching!”  

6. Talks to you when you’re asleep. 

Ok, not that he’s creepy or anything but when you are sleeping beside him, a sudden wave of realization hits him. That you are actually here, with him. He so down bad for you it's insane and he thanks God every day because he doesn't know what he’ll do without you.  

He just believes that he got lucky with you because how did an angel like you fall for him? He just looks at you stupidly soft when your eyes are closed and your breathe steady. Sometimes he talks to himself, “wow. she’s really mine?? Tf.” and other times talks to you when you are asleep. 

Like, “I don't know, I want to be with you for a long time- forever. I feel safe around you baby.” and ends it with, “You know I love you right?” then he kissed your head, then your cheek and then finally your neck and keeps his head there, drifting off to sleep. 

7. Showers with you. 

Now, not like a sexual one, just quiet, warm, emotionally safe. The kind where it’s just you, him, and the water running... like the world doesn’t exist for a few minutes. 

He’s quiet in the shower, but he’s always holding you — an arm around your back, your forehead against his shoulder, his hand gently brushing water through your hair. It’s not about talking, it’s about presence. 

He takes care of everything without making a big deal out of it. Pumps shampoo into your hand. Holds your towel open when you step out. Gently dries your hair with a tee because he knows your scalp’s sensitive to rough towels. 

The steam makes him even softer somehow. He speaks in a quieter tone, like loudness doesn’t belong in this moment. 

“Close your eyes, I’ll rinse it for you.” 

Afterwards, he lets you wear his comfiest hoodie (the worn-out one he never lets anyone else touch) and pulls you into bed with damp hair and all. 

He never treats showering together as a performance — to him, it’s just a deeply gentle, intimate kind of comfort. 

8. Doesn't sleep without you 

Niki’s the type who wakes up to even the tiniest movement.  You shift a little? Pull the blanket up? Try to sneak to the bathroom quietly?  His arm instantly wraps tighter around your waist.  Voice low, all sleepy and confused: 

“Where are you going…?”  “No. Come back.” 

Even when he’s half-asleep, his instincts scream “hug her or perish.”  He doesn’t even open his eyes properly—just blindly reaches out, grabs your arm or your shirt, pulls you back into his chest like a possessive little koala.  No mercy. He’s not dramatic about it. He doesn’t even realize he does it.  He’ll wake up in the morning completely wrapped around you, limbs tangled, face in your neck…  

Once he’s fully asleep, he becomes impossible to peel off.  You try to untangle yourself and he just tightens his grip like muscle memory. 

“Five more minutes.”  (You’ve been there for three hours.) 

Also, he gently rubs his thumb on your arm in his sleep without even knowing. Like his body’s making sure you’re still there. 

9. Shows cool tricks all the time 

Niki has this unspoken rule with himself:  If he knows how to do something cool, you HAVE to see it.  Doesn't matter if it's dancing, solving a Rubik’s cube, flipping a pen, opening a soda can in a weird way— 

“Babe. Look.” (does triple spin)  “Sick, right?”  

You could be trying to study, and he’s just on the other side of the room spinning a water bottle perfectly on the table.  You look over and he grins like a kid who just got an A+ without studying. 

“Tell me that wasn’t smooth.” 

Does the most randomest tricks too. Like one time he threw his cap in the air and ducked his head so that the cap landed on his head. 

Absolutely the boyfriend who teaches you random tricks too.  How to shuffle cards, moonwalk, do a footwork step—  And if you mess up? 

“Nooo, not like that.”  Gets up, shows you ten more times.  Then claps like a proud coach when you get it right. 

The moment he finds out you’re watching him dance, he goes 10x harder.  Acts like he’s just messing around, but that footwork is clean. 

“What? I was just warming up.”  (Sir. That was a full concert.) 

Even if it’s the smallest thing—like stacking snacks in a perfect tower—he’ll tilt his head, step back, cross his arms like: 

“I’m a genius. 

But when you show him something cool? He gets SO competitive. 

“Okay now watch me do it better.”  (He says it jokingly, but he must win. It’s law.) 

Deep down? He just wants to see you laugh and get impressed.  He never really asks for compliments—but the second you say, 

“You’re so good at that…”  He tries to act chill but his whole chest is glowing. 

©mrsjjongstby all writing belong to me. do not copy, modify or repost my works.

taglist: @gnarlyhoons @stormlit-pages @himynameisraelynn @see-c (lmk if u wanna be added!)

A/N: ok.......... long fic will be posted soon but until then, here's a little something for y'all! stay hydrated!

[mirisss-reblog-and-tags]

sleepy bf!euijoo texts – in which you're away on a trip and he misses you and stubbornly stays up way past his bedtime to talk to you

a/n : we've seen sleepy bf nicho so i thought it was time for sleepy juju 🫶🏼 i tried to be funny guys don't come at me if it's not 😭✋🏼 i've been simultaneously working on all my wips which just means i haven't made considerable progress in even one. but there's this at least

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

timestamps are important. when the messages are a few minutes apart it means juju dozed off a lil in between

꩜ ⋆ ﹒ comments and reblogs are appreciated ﹒ ⋆ ꩜

[mirisss-reblog-and-tags]

&Team Poly Headcanons

&Team OT9 x gn! reader

Wordcount ≈ 1.2k 

Warnings: None really, 

Please reblog and comment! 

Thank you for the request!

Cuddle Chaos

There is no such thing as personal space during movie nights. The living room transforms into a mountain of blankets, pillows, and limbs.

K is the designated movie selector (mostly safe choices), but Fuma always tries to sneak in horror just to watch Taki cling to someone, usually Yuma, who pretends to be brave but is equally terrified.

Maki always brings snacks he carefully arranged, only for Jo to immediately mess it up digging for the “good” popcorn.

You’ll be cuddled somewhere in the middle, sandwiched between Harua and Nicholas most of the time because they refuse to let you go.

Eventually, it’s a full-on cuddle pile, with someone always half-asleep on someone else’s chest, shoulder, or lap. The movie usually ends without anyone noticing because K, the last one awake, turns it off and throws another blanket over everyone.

Kiss Chaos

It always starts with something simple. You kiss K on the cheek before heading to the kitchen and then suddenly…

“Wait, why does K get one first?” Nicholas complains, arms outstretched like a child.

You kiss him too, and immediately Jo jumps in: “I want one too!”

Next thing you know, it’s a full-on kiss storm.

Yuma pulls you gently into a warm hug and presses a kiss to your forehead. EJ demands one on the nose “because it’s cute,” and Taki tries to get one while also being crushed under everyone else.

Harua is shy about asking, so he lingers until you notice him and cup his face for a soft kiss. He always goes red.

Maki ends it by pulling you in for a real kiss, just long enough to make everyone groan and shout, “HEY! No fair!”

It’s the most chaotic but love-filled mess of affection ever.

Culinary Chaos

The kitchen becomes a war zone every time more than two people are in it.

Maki and K try to lead things calmly, with emphasis on try. They delegate roles like a military operation: “Fuma, you chop vegetables. Taki, stir the sauce. Nicholas, no, put the oil down.”

EJ and Jo are the biggest disasters. Once, they tried to cut an avocado and ended up Googling “How to avocado???” (Had to bring it up but with a twist)

Yuma once mistook salt for sugar and confidently said, “It’ll even out in the oven.” It did not.

Harua is great at organizing but not much of a cook; he likes setting the table prettily, though.

You’re usually somewhere between helping and refereeing, sneaking spoonfuls of whatever’s ready and helping Jo clean up the flour “accident” (he swears it wasn’t him).

Despite the chaos, dinner always ends up tasting amazing, mostly because everyone’s laughing and eating together, and that’s what makes it perfect.

Crowd Chaos

During concerts, you’re hidden in the audience or backstage, and they know you’re there.

When you cheekily blow a kiss toward the stage, at least three of them react immediately.

Fuma misses a step in the choreo. Harua turns bright red but keeps smiling. EJ smirks at the crowd to play it off.

Nicholas mouths stop it with a grin while Taki waves like he’s waving to a fan (but it’s absolutely you).

Later, K scolds the group jokingly, “At this rate, you’re going to fall off stage from blushing so hard.”

Interview Chaos

Interviewer: “Do you all have someone at home that you miss when you are away?”

Taki: “Yeah! We have, uh, a part-. I mean, a hamster! We call it, Y/N. Wait, no”

The rest of the members scramble to cover it up, Fuma laughing loudly while K says, “It’s an inside joke. Our imaginary pet hamster.”

The fans are suspicious, especially when Nicholas adds, “Yeah, it bites,” and Harua hides behind a water bottle.

On-Stage Chaos

Nicholas loves sneaking winks or little heart hands your way during performances. He says it’s “for the fans,” but he looks directly at where you are.

Maki subtly sings certain lyrics in your direction, and K always spins toward your side of the audience when there’s a romantic line.

EJ throws smirks your way when the choreo gets intense.

Jo once pulled a flower from a prop and tossed it in your direction, making it look random. It wasn’t.

Backstage, Taki beams when you meet eyes. Harua can’t stop smiling for ten minutes straight after.

Birthday chaos

Birthdays are group missions. Everyone contributes something, a handmade gift, a letter, a (badly performed) song, or a special dinner.

K plans the schedule like a general. “Nicholas, you distract them. Harua, you’re on cake duty. Jo, don’t eat the frosting before it’s on the cake this time.”

Each member gives their own private moment with you, one-on-one time to celebrate how much you mean to them.

Taki writes little notes and hides them around the house for you to find. Jo records a silly voice message you play on loop.

Maki bakes something intricate with K’s help, while Fuma gets you a charm bracelet with little initials of the group.

EJ insists on serenading you, but gets interrupted halfway by Yuma crashing in with confetti and yelling, “HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BABY!!”

No matter who’s birthday it is, yours or theirs, the night always ends the same way: group cuddles, cake crumbs on shirts, laughter, and love so strong it’s almost unfair.

Anniversary chaos

Since you can’t go public, anniversaries are quiet, private, and ridiculously romantic.

One year, Nicholas recreated your first group hangout in the living room with matching clothes and playlists.

Another year, they each wrote a letter and Maki strung them into a handmade photo book.

The group keeps a secret group chat where they plan surprises together (you caught Jo looking very suspicious once and he said, “I’m… watching a cat video.”)

They do little things all week: Harua making your tea in the morning, EJ picking up your favorite snacks, Yuma letting you win at Mario Kart (probably).

At the end of it all, there’s always a whispered, “Thank you for loving all of us,” and nine pairs of arms wrapping around you tightly.

Live chaos

It started off innocent: Fuma, Jo, and EJ were casually live on Weverse, answering fan questions and showing snacks.

You, completely unaware, walked into the room behind them and said, “Babe, did you see where I put my-”

Silence

EJ’s eyes widen. Jo coughs violently into a pillow. Fuma blurts, “THAT WAS…uh. K’s voice. He’s being weird again.”

Someone (Jo) yells offscreen: “STOP MOCKING OUR VOICES, K!”

Meanwhile, you duck behind the counter in horror and crawl out like a guilty cat.

The fans immediately pick up on the voice: “That… that wasn’t any of the members??”

Comments flood the stream: “WHO WAS THAT??” “New staff?” “That sounded too soft to be K LMAO.” “Was that a girl or maybe another guy????” “They totally called someone babe?!?!”

The guys try to recover, badly. EJ starts singing, Jo opens chips, Fuma nervously mumbles about “our… vocal coach??”

They end the live early with a lot of sweating and forced laughter.

Later, you all agree: new rule, check the schedule board before entering the room.

But in the group chat that night, they’re teasing you nonstop: “Your debut as the 10th member was iconic,” – Nicholas “I’ll make your mic prettier next time,” – Yuma “So when’s your fan meet?” – Jo

Let’s just say that a poly relationship with &Team is nothing short of chaos, but it’s full of love, a lot of love, perhaps more than one can handle. 

[mirisss-reblog-and-tags]

As someone else wrote as a reply, it’s often easier to use google docs or word to write the fics and then copy and paste them into tumblr.

Some writers, like myself, post the fics with some decorations like pictures whereas others post just the fic (it’s just up to you what you want your aesthetic to be).

Personally, to tag my posts (the hashtags) I use the mass post editor function (I think that’s the name of it) and then click on draft and then add the tags I want, it saves your tags so for Enhypen as an example I only need to write “en” and then all the tags I use with Enhypen show up and I can click them to add them to the post. But I don’t know how others tag their posts.

I also mostly only use my computer for posting stuff, the only times I use my phone is when I read or write things like this.

That’s all the tips I have at the moment, but feel free to reach out if you have any questions or just want to chat about anything in general!

Welcome to the writer club lol 💕

// Mirisss

It's so funny how I've been on this app silently reading for a couple of years, but now that I want to start writing about Enhypen here I don't know how this app works. HELP 😭😭

[mirisss-reblog-and-tags]

hindsight is 20/20

pairing: sim jaeyun x reader genre: established relationship, drabble/oneshot, fluff, romance warnings: besides kissing not much, 18+ not proofread lol

synopsis: jake has a bit of misplacing his glasses

wc: 882

jake has a habit of misplacing things and you found it cute, especially when he’d have a shocked expression on his face, lips parted and eyes wide when he realizes that something was missing. the way he’d pat his pockets or walk around in circles like a puppy while he looked for whatever he had misplaced.

it was a cute habit of his. 

he often lost his keys, phone, wallet, the usual but would find it shortly after thanks to him putting his glasses on so he could see better. 

however, right now he was looking for that very thing, his glasses. 

he’s been misplacing them more and more lately, sometimes you’d have to help him look for them and after finding them in bizarre places like the shelf in your shower or in one of the plenty planters in your shared apartment, you decided you’d play a little prank on your sweet boyfriend. 

“baby..” jake says with a huff, lips settled into a pout. 

“can you please help me find my glasses again.. i swear i left them on the nightstand.” 

wrong. 

you woke up earlier than jake today and found his glasses sitting in your fridge next to the carton of milk. you thought it was weird at first, still is to be honest, but figured that he accidentally put them in there when he meant to put the half eaten sandwich sitting on the dining table instead. 

you hummed in response, “honey.. i told you that you really need to stop misplacing them. your glasses are important, you only have one pair!” you say, pretending like you didn’t know where they were when they sat right on your face. you put them on and have just been waiting for jake to notice. 

there’s a smile on your face as you try to hold back a chuckle while you watch him practically tear up your living room to find his glasses. he even went as far as going through each potted plant to make sure they weren’t in there again. 

“baby, please help meee.” he says, voice whiny as he’s coming to the conclusion that he’s probably never going to see them again and will have to order new ones to replace them. you can’t help but let out the chuckle and he whips his head towards you. staring straight at you with an exaggerated pout and when you thought you’ve gotten caught wearing his glasses, you realize that jake hasn’t noticed because you probably look very blurry to him. 

“what are you laughing at?” jake says with a cute frown, putting his hands on his hips with a scoff like he was an old man. 

he walks over to you and you just continue to giggle, waiting for him to finally realize that you were wearing his glasses the whole time. 

“what’s so funny, huh?” he asks, jumping on you gently and putting his whole weight onto your sitting figure on the couch. you welcome him with open arms as he settles into your lap even though he barely fits. 

you wrap your arms around his neck, still waiting for him to notice. 

“should i just order new glasses.. will you help me choose a design?” he says with a smile that puffs his cheeks outwards, like a loaf of bread– and once again you can’t help but laugh. you and jake were much closer in proximity now, his face just inches from yours and he doesn’t seem to notice the very pair of glasses he was looking for are sitting on your face, looking back at him. 

“sure, honey. i’ll help you choose. do you like my glasses?” you ask, trying to get him to notice. 

his eyes brighten at your words, cheeks flushing, “you know what? yeah! they kind of look like my old ones, we can match!” jake says, his brain filled with excitement at the idea of getting matching eyewear with his girlfriend. 

“honey, these are YOUR glasses!" you say, laughing at his oblivious nature. 

“what! no way..” he says, carefully plucking them off your face and putting them on his to test them out.

“woah! they are! you found them, thank you. baby!” peppering small kisses on your face before a longer one on your lips. 

“jake, i had them the whole time. i was waiting for you to notice because you’ve been losing them a lot lately. i found it in the fridge!” 

“is that why the sandwich on the table is still there? i thought i put that away..” he says, pouting as he tries to recall his steps from the night before. 

jake was just too cute that the prank itself doesn’t have the effect you expected. you fully thought jake would get even more sulky and pouty that you pranked him but he’s endlessly grateful that you found them and they weren’t completely lost. 

“can we still get matching glasses? we’d look so cute.” you nod in response as he reaches for his phone in his pocket, or so he thought, but when you notice he’s checking every pocket he has and still no phone, you realize that he’s also misplaced that. 

“you don’t know where your phone is, huh?”

jake shyly nods, a sheepish grin on his face, “maybe..” 

hoonieyun notes: a little drabble i thought of after my conversation with @s1rawb3rry about glasses LOL <333 also yes.. two jake fics back to back SUE ME I LOVE THE MAN

ᡣ•.•𐭩♡ @pagemiah @jiiyen @jnysaln @xh01bri @rairaiblog @laurradoesloveu @manaah02 @zorange13 @firstclassjaylee @kristynaaah @17ericas @heeseung64 @leipforggy @s1rawb3rry

copyright 2025 - present © hoonieyun all rights reserved all writing here is fiction & not in any association with characters mentioned. if you enjoyed reading this please consider reblogging and following <3