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nishivy · 12 days ago

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enhypen dr ⸒⸒ 露 intro ﹗

No one can do it for me.

Can I be better now?

Taps on the mic — is this on?? yes? ok, here we go...

"Isn't she lovely."

Rosée, or may known profesionally as Iseul, born in Argentina, summer 2005. The sweetest smile. Soft eyes, the kind of gaze that could bring you comfort or kill a man depending on the day. Previously known for being the coldest during the I-LAND competition... yeah, that was survival mode. Owner of the softest heart —oh! did she... she wrote this herself, right? ... Okay— Ummh and a quiet voice having to mask her kind nature behind the toughest expression to calculate survival odds in a testosterone battle dome at the young age of fifteen.

"What's is this little girl doing in a boy competition??" People were asking the same question— and by people I mean everyone. Contestants, audience, judges, janitors. She looked twelve and walked in like she owned the place. Quiet, polite, alone, determinated. Even she was confused. Everyone expected her to cry and give up, go home. But Bang Sihyuk, he had a vision... he SAW potential —or trauma, honestly hard to tell with that guy—

Raking #5 in the final lineup by public vote, she showed a huge versatily, diverse facets that helped her position herself on the top after almost every performance, along with a dicipline and iciness that scared some of the contestants. She knew kindness would get her eaten alive so she shut it off. Smiled less, spoke less. Nobody could tell if she hated everyone or was just realy, really tired. Turns out it was both, and low iron.

Fortunately, someone else also found her lovely back then. It was Jungkook, when BTS made a visit— he thought she was the cutest thing ever and spiritually adopted her on the spot ! Claimed himself as her "cool older brother", which granted her full permission to borrow his stuff —the girl doesn't return anything—

UPDATE! He just wanted free babysitting for Bam, that's it. So clever of him to pick a cat person... right? With the build of someone you can easily presume would get dragged around by that big-ass dog, and be proven right — but the dog is happy, she is too. Kind of—

Now? Curly hair, rosy cheeks, cotton candy scent, giggles machine. One of the strongest vocalists in the industry, adored for her warmth, praised for her hard work, iconic we could say, the idol of idols —and occasionally caught pleading and crawling on her knees for a girl group sub-unit just to escape men's chaos for a day— Who said that? not me.

"Aloof? Coldhearted? Who are you talking about??"

The "i-land cold one"? Not a newflash but she does not domain that behaviour anymore. Debut day came, the cameras turned on and suddenly... she wasn't cold anymore. No, now she was clinging to Heeseung her members like she'd grown out of their ribcage. Shy, awkward, koala-coded. Again, everyone was confused.

No one saw that coming. One second she's cold and mysterious, next second she's practically suction-cupped to the members like a human leech. With the exception that Hee clings back, so now it's mutual parasitic friendship. Jay's also one of the main victims, trying to drag her off his arm. And that's the key word: he tries... and fails everytime.

"she's not a brat! ... Just a little spoiled."

Nepo baby?? Wait— an heiress! : well, kinda. Grandpa's a CEO, dad's a michelin star's collector, mom's Miuccia's favorite. So yeah, she might have a vault of archival Prada, one-of-one heels made just for her alone. Even her own rolls-royce, at 17, we gotta say thanks to grandpa for this one¡! With two bodyguard who she still thinks are just "family friends who really like driving".

I'm positive you might wonder if she's an ungrateful brat! Well —let me tell you something that is not in the script— she's spoiled... a little rotten, but-but WAIT! Is she evil? Nah, she's a sweatheart. Bakes cookies with love, cries over baby animals, just... don't ask her to carry her own bag.

"Moonwalking since diapers."

Here's the thing— she didn't train for long. BELIFT saw her and said "yeah, she's cooked enough." But why? Apparently it starts with being God's favorite and obviously, her parents being obssesed with MJ helped (along with a few ballet years). Full dischography, full interview archive, tour dvds. Even that moonwalker movie she squints at now that she grew up. And baby Rosée? She ate it all UP. Copying everything, his dancing, his singing, his talking. She didn't know she was learning— she was just vibing in her living room while using footie pajamas, still not able to spell 'hee-hee'.

"Who's using JK's studio??"

And then she started producing, at 17. The company saw the potential, sure— but even they were like "not yet." Plot twist: yes yet! She got mentored by Slow Rabbit, one of HYBE's best. And while other teens were crying over finals, Rosée was in the studio absorbing knowledge like a sponge wearing Dior's lipgloss. She learned directly, fast, smart. Took notes, made beats. Everyone blinked and suddenly she was in Jungkook's a "borrowed" studio adjustig vocal layers like she wasn't also trying to steal Jungwon's hoodie 5 mintes ago.

Now she's 18 with credits. Producer credits. Making the most of her poetry to create heart-wrenching lyrics and make everyone obsessed. While still being enhypen's certified baby, the dorm's gremlin, and that one boy's soulmate— you know the one. Yes, him. Don't ask me more.

"Face card: never declined. BUT ... at what cost?"

Let's get this straight. She's shy, introverted— used to hide behind her members during interviews, considers "standing near a staff" a social event and is terrified of that MC offer.

YET! global fashion darling, ads princess. MiuMiu and Dior's precious muse. Like be for real, who scripted this? (spoiler: she did. And inmediately regretted it). The girl is emotionally attached to everyone, scared of solo cameras and still got booked for every high-end brand deal in existence. —teehee she's just twee smol >.< shy lil hug baby and NARRATOR WANTS A RAISE¡!—

Why would a literal awkward-hug parasite ask the universe to make her the face of half global fashion scene?? No one knows, not even her.

So she begged HYBE to leave her alone. Threatened to delete her demos, would've sabotaged the comeback for real if her mom hadn't shown up. Like "You're my daughter, you're flawless. Get in the car".

After all she was born as Bellucci's daughter. A genetically blessed, shy luxury gremlin with no escape due her mom being the brand's co-founder. So now she's crying in MiuMiu and serving face in silence— and yes, she's her mom's muse, and somehow poster girl of the year. Somebody help her.

Narrator didn't get the raise, so he quit. That's it, we're wrapping up here. This was Rosée's intro, attempt of.

Final note¡! I've been frying my brain for days, but this might have grammar mistakes anyway... i'm not a pro at english (yet, at least). And if you find this cringe —cuz I do, self awareness speaking— , i'm letting you know the original draft without the narrator was worse. pls be kind to Rosée.

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nishivy · 13 days ago

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COMING HOME ✶ WHEN YOU CRY

𝗔𝗡𝗚𝗘𝗟𝗜𝗖────𝗂'𝖽 𝖽𝗈 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎

【 𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐒 】 𝑙’ enhypen x fem ! rea 7OO established relationship fluff comfort a tiny bit of angst 𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 skinship, petnames ˊᯅˋ ｡｡ daily clicks

다니⠀⦂ this is for my @jiwuu ♡ summer started meaning i will post way more often hopefully >< ( last year summer flashbacks..)

LEE HEESEUNG

“baby… are you seriously crying right now?” heeseung whispers, half-laughing as he pulls you into his chest, the credits rolling while tears roll down your cheeks. “it’s just a movie,” he teases gently, thumb brushing under your eye, and you sniff, pouting harder. “shut up,” you mumble, hiding your face, but he just grins, tilting your chin up. he peppers soft kisses across your face—your forehead, your damp cheek, your knuckles. “still crying?” he murmurs, lips brushing yours. “’cause i’ll keep kissing you till you forget the plot.” you breathe out a shaky laugh, heart fluttering despite yourself, and he kisses you again. “there she is,” he whispers smugly, tucking you under his chin. “my pretty girl.”

PARK JAY

“c’mere, baby,” jay murmurs, voice velvet-soft as he pulls you gently into his lap, arms looping around your waist like he’s scared you’ll disappear. your cheeks are warm and damp, but he doesn’t flinch—just presses a kiss to your temple and lets you curl into his chest, burying your face there while his fingers stroke your spine. he hums something soft under his breath. “don’t cry, sweetheart. you want me to get you that bag you were looking at last week? the pretty one with the bow?” he whispers against your temple. “i’ll buy you ten if it makes you smile again.” he cups your jaw so gently it almost makes you cry again. “i’ve got you, princess,” he says, thumb brushing away your tears.

SIM JAKE

“baby? wait—did i do something?” jake’s voice is frantic the second he sees your tears, eyes going wide like you just broke his entire heart. “did i say something? did i hurt you? please tell me, angel, i didn’t mean to—” you shake your head and hiccup, and he exhales like he’s been holding his breath for hours. “oh thank god,” he whispers, pulling you into his chest. “you wanna lie down? or ice cream? or that plushie you liked last week? i’ll buy you ten,” he rambles, “just say the word, angel. i’ll do anything. just don’t be sad.”

PARK SUNGHOON

sunghoon shows up at your door within minutes, breathless, cheeks flushed from the cold, holding a slightly crumpled bouquet like it’s the only thing keeping him upright. “i heard you were crying,” he mumbles, voice quiet as his eyes flicker over your tear-streaked face, “so i brought you these.” you don’t even speak—just fall into his arms, and he catches you instantly, hands on your waist. he presses a kiss to your hair, heart racing beneath your cheek. “it’s okay,” he whispers, not much else—just that. over and over. “it’s okay, baby. i’m here.” because even if he can’t always find the words, his love doesn’t need explaining. and tonight, that’s enough. he is enough.

KIM SUNOO

sunoo’s lips instantly pout when he sees your teary eyes. “oh no, no, don’t cry, angel,” he whispers, cupping your face with both hands so gently it makes you cry harder. “it breaks my heart when you’re sad,” he murmurs. “you’re too precious for tears, okay?” he guides you to sit on the couch and letting you curl up. his arms wrap around you snugly while he hums something soft, cheek resting against your head. “let me take care of you,” he coos, rubbing your back.

YANG JUNGWON

jungwon kneels in front of you without saying a word at first, his brows pulled together in quiet worry as he reaches up to gently tuck your hair behind your ear, fingers lingering a little just to hold your face. “hey, look at me, baby,” he says softly, thumb brushing under your eye to catch a tear before it falls. “what’s going on, hm?” his voice is so calm, it only makes your chest tighten more. “you don’t have to talk if you don’t want to. just… let me be here, okay?” he pulls you into his arms, your face buried in his neck. i’ve got you. always.” “seeing you cry makes me want to fix the whole damn universe.”

NISHIMURA RIKI

"aww, baby," riki coos, brushing a thumb under your eye, catching the tear before it slips — and of course, the little shit’s smirking. "crying already? i didn't even do anything that mean." he pulls you into his lap anyway, arms wrapping snug around your waist. "should i kiss it better? maybe here—" he plants one on your jaw, "—or here—" a kiss on your nose. you grumble, hiding your face in his hoodie, but he’s relentless. “no hiding. i wanna see that pout. it’s cute.” you shove him, and he grins wide. “there’s that almost-smile. c’mon, baby, give me the real one. or i’ll really start being annoying.”

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nishivy · 13 days ago

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hi lovies! if you're seeing this and you're an engene, please read it till the end.

enhypen are currently promoting their album DESIRE : UNLEASH and we're able to vote for them on music shows!

for now, focus on apps like IDOL CHAMP and MNET PLUS.

idol champ - do the quizzes, roulette and take daily attendances to get points! then vote down below.

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please repost this and spread this, we're doing this for enhypen ❤

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nishivy · 13 days ago

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nishivy · 13 days ago

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pretty please? - n. riki ₊˚⊹♡

summary: dragging your introverted boyfriend to a house party doesn't go entirely as planned - but still ends exactly how it's meant to ──────────── ni-ki x reader || semi-college au, ni-ki is a pouty emo baby, kinda that "i only like you" dynamic, super soft fluff || w/c: 1.4k

a/n: i'm soft for niki yall i just love writing him like this ARGHGHDF ... also this is semi inspired by the party scene with jess and rory from gilmore girls if anyone cares ALSO AAA HOW GOOD IS THE COMEBACK YALL SDKJFNSDKFJN

Call it basic, but house parties have always been a little bit of a guilty pleasure for you.

The loud music, the less-than-enjoyable drinks, the mindless chatter - some might find it irritating or a waste of time, but to you, it's harmless fun. Letting yourself let go, to just enjoy the company of other people and the feeling of dressing up, it felt like just the thing you needed, especially after a hellish exam week.

But Niki didn't seem to share the same sentiment, judging from the look he had given you when you brought up the idea to him a couple of weeks ago - something in between disgust and concern. Though he's never been able to say no to you, and so before the two of you know it, you're walking hand in hand into a bustling room full of moving bodies and flashing lights.

It's only about two hours into the party, though, that you notice the glaring absence of an arm snaked around your waist, or a hand sprawled across the small of your back. You'd always been the more extroverted of you two, so at first, you didn't think much of it when he left you to your conversations. But not being able to spot your boyfriend's tall figure anywhere - lurking in any corners or hovering around the drinks table like he typically did when you dragged him to things like this, it concerned you slightly. So you were quick to brush off the small talk you were making to set off the find him,

And you did soon enough, not anywhere near the loud music or chatter, but rather, somehow, in one of the bedrooms, alone. It almost made you laugh when you tentatively opened the door, half expecting to find a couple drunkenly making out behind it, only to spot your boyfriend sitting in an armchair in the dim light, staring at his hands with an expression you could only describe as pure boredom.

"There you are," you whisper gently, trying to lighten the mood.

He doesn't say anything, but his eyes flicker to you and for just a moment he looks a little surprised, almost as if he wasn't expecting you to come looking for him.

"I've been looking all over for you," you coo, shutting the door behind you so that the room darkens once again, and the noise of the party is muffled just enough.

"Just got tired of everything going on down there," he sighs, and it's a heavy sigh. You watch as his eyes meet yours, as if he's trying to gauge your reaction to his disappearing act.

You only offer a reassuring smile in response, padding your way over and finding your way to stand between his knees, his hands coming up almost instinctively to grip your hips in a way that tells you he wasn't enjoying your time apart. He buries his face into your stomach, and you can feel him shut his eyes as he leans into your warmth.

"Sad boy," you tease, running your fingers through his hair, "I thought you said you didn't mind coming with me."

"I didn't," he huffs, a little childishly, "but then we got here and it's all so loud and everyone here is annoying."

"Well we could just go down and talk for a little bit, c'mon," you beg softly.

"I don't want to talk to anyone else," he admits, pausing before continuing, "I don't like anyone else." You're about to laugh at how cheesy his words are, but as he lifts his head, you see his truly earnest expression, lips forming the tiniest pout.

You'd be lying if you said you wanted to leave this party now, but the look on his face - a mix between demanding and begging - makes it difficult for you to stand your ground.

"You want to get out of here, then?" you ask softly, just barely above a whisper as you cup his face, thumb stroking the side of his cheek.

He pauses, shutting his eyes as he leans into your touch once more. "You should stay," he mumbles, leaning back into the chair before shrugging, "you're having fun."

You tilt your head with a frown, hand falling to your side. "That isn't what I asked."

He returns your expression, somewhat hesitantly, and you can't remember the last time you've seen him so reluctant. "I just don't want to be the reason you leave early. I saw you smiling while you were dancing and chatting, you looked so ... beautiful."

His voice is careful, like he's trying to maintain his normally cool facade, but there's something heavier to what he's saying that makes it difficult for him to stay calm. "It's not your fault I'm the boring one."

"You're not boring," you say sternly, "and you're my favourite person, nothing's fun for me if you're sitting here sulking alone."

His eyes glance at yours once more before darting to the floor. You watch as he bites the inside of his cheek, clearly fighting the urge to admit something. So you soften, bending down and leaning in closer to force him to meet your eye, to see your expression that's pleading him to tell you the truth.

"Be honest with me, Ki."

The nickname seems to finally crack him, and when he talks, it's the tiniest whisper. "Yeah, I kinda hate it here."

"There we go," you coo sweetly, face breaking into a smile as you peck the corner of his lips.

"You're not mad?"

You shrug. "I don't really mind, there are parties like this every night, so it's not like I'm missing much."

He nods slightly, but doesn't move from his chair, so you can tell he's not quite convinced.

"Plus, it's hard to be mad at you when you're sitting here looking like an abandoned puppy." You add, watching as he looks up and lets out a soft laugh, somewhat incredulous, or maybe even offended, at your comment - but really, you're just happy to see him smile.

"I do not," he insists, pushing himself up from the chair so he's towering over you, but there isn't any real bite behind his words and that - the familiar mix of teasing and tenderness - is how you know you have your boyfriend back.

You glance up at him, raising an eyebrow. "Are you kidding me? All you need is a tiny violin and some rain, and people would be lining up to adopt you."

He groans dramatically as he pulls you in by the waist, burying his face into your neck. "Can we leave now, or are you just going to keep bullying me until I leave by myself?"

"Depends," you smile, "will you admit you were waiting for me to find you?"

He doesn't say anything, just pulls back and looks at you with a smirk, one that's playing coy at being caught in the act - and that's all the answer you need. He lets you pull him towards the door, and back out into the muffled chaos of the party, where you start saying your goodbyes to all the faces you barely remember even talking to.

As you're almost finished, though, he leans in close to your ear and mumbles something, quick and quiet, like another sheepish confession.

"Besides, you looked too good tonight, didn't feel like sharing."

You blink, caught off guard as a small scoff escapes your lips. You turn around just to catch the flicker of a smug smile across his lips, though his ears are turning pink.

"Was that supposed to be smooth?" you ask, tilting your head as the two of you reach the front door.

"Maybe," he shrugs, "did it work?"

You roll your eyes, but press a quick peck to his lips anyway. "You're lucky I love you, you know."

"Oh, trust me, I know." He chuckles softly, humming contentedly as you both step out into the night, cool air brushing against your skin.

You don't say anything, just reach for his hand and intertwine it with yours as you step away from the house party. The sounds of cheers and loud music fade away behind you, and all that's left is the warmth of your boyfriend's hand in yours - and really, you'd take that over watered-down drinks in a solo cup any day.

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