s4psh

[s4psh]

Loving you isn't my curse, it's finding pieces of you in every other guy I meet that is.

[s4psh]

I love this sm

"𝓕𝓵𝓸𝓾𝓻, 𝓚𝓲𝓼𝓼𝓮𝓼 & 𝓛𝓪𝔂𝓵𝓪"

Trope: Jake house husband?!! X readerbread winner!??

Summary- After a rough dinner with her judgmental family, you and your husband Jake return home for a cozy weekend together—full of healing, cuddles, and cheesy romance. As a house husband, Jake showers you with affection, late-night kisses, and pancakes, while your dog Layla does her best to keep you both humble. Between laughter, a little spice, and messy baking, you find peace in the life you've built after heartbreak. A soft domestic slice-of-life with love, healing, and lots of whipped cream../づ~ 🍓

Warming: if you don't like it not my problem, just whine and sulk idc but not in my comments love 💓 byeeee!!!𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 shit here guys hahahaaa....

Ummm just so you know this fanfiction is kinda messy idk why i feel like that but please message me if something it wrong

🫧𓇼𓏲*ੈ✩‧₊˚🎐🫧𓇼𓏲*ੈ✩‧₊˚🎐🫧𓇼𓏲*ੈ✩‧₊˚🎐🫧𓇼𓏲*

Morning light spills through the curtains, golden and warm, as the world outside slowly begins to stir.

But in here, wrapped up in soft sheets and the comfort of a familiar heartbeat, the world feels quiet. Safe.

You blink your eyes open, greeted by the sight of messy dark hair and a sleepy smile. Jake’s arm is already around you, pulling you close before you can even roll over.

“You always wake up before the alarm,” you mumble, voice raspy with sleep.

“Only when I get to see this pretty face first,” he says, grinning. His voice is low, teasing, a little too cheesy for six in the morning—but it makes you smile anyway.

He leans in, peppering your face with soft kisses—your forehead, your cheek, your nose—before finally landing on your lips. You let out a soft giggle, pushing lightly at his chest.

“Okay, okay—calm down, Mr. House Husband.”

He gasps, hand to his heart. “Is that how you see me? Just a hot man in an apron?”

“Well, you do make good pancakes.”

Jake sits up and stretches, the sheet falling off his toned chest as he yawns. “Speaking of pancakes… I already started breakfast. You’ve got an early shift, right?”

You nod, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. “Double shift today. Emergency ward. I won’t be back until late.”

“Then you’re getting the works. Pancakes, scrambled eggs, and coffee exactly how you like it. Doctor’s orders.”

You hear a bark and turn your head just in time to see Layla trot into the room, tail wagging excitedly. She leaps onto the bed like it’s her kingdom, crawling straight into your lap.

“She missed you,” Jake says, standing to head toward the kitchen. “And so did I.”

You lean down to cuddle Layla, pressing a kiss to her soft fur. “Aww, well I missed you both my babies.”

----

Back then, things weren’t this soft. This easy.

It started in college—well, it almost started there. You met Jake during your second year, when you were overworked, burned out, and trying to survive med school with no sleep and too many expectations.

He was the campus barista. And a college dropout.

“I’m not a failure,” he’d said once when you were studying at the coffee shop late at night. “I just didn’t belong in a place that made me feel like one.”

You didn’t know what drew you in at first—his quiet confidence, his warmth, his silly jokes that somehow made your long nights bearable. It started as casual conversations. Then weekend study breaks. Then you started waking up in his hoodie.

Your parents found out when you brought him home for your birthday dinner. They didn’t say much at first—but their looks said enough.

“He’s not on your level.”

“He doesn’t have a future.”

“He’s not one of us.”

Still, you stayed. Through the whispers. Through the tension. Through the storm.

And then… the two lines on the pregnancy test.

You were scared. So was he.

But he didn’t run. He didn’t even hesitate. He held you and said, “We’ll figure it out. You don’t have to do this alone.”

Marriage wasn’t your parents’ idea of a solution. But after seeing you stand your ground, with Jake at your side and a fire in your eyes, they backed off. And you guys got married

The miscarriage came quietly. A bleeding that wouldn’t stop. A room full of doctors where you were the patient this time. Jake held your hand the entire time. He didn’t cry—not until you were asleep and he thought you wouldn’t hear.

You both grieved differently. But you grieved together.

Now, months later, your apartment smells like pancakes and coffee. There’s a dog snuggled in your lap, and a man in the kitchen who looks at you like you’re his entire world.

You’re not whole yet. But you’re healing.

-------

You hear the sizzle of something on the pan and the occasional hum of Jake singing to Layla, who’s now curled at the foot of the bed. You smile to yourself. This—these mornings, this peace—it almost doesn’t feel real sometimes.

“Breakfast is served, m’lady,” Jake announces, reappearing with a tray in hand. Pancakes stacked like a tower, eggs fluffed to perfection, and a perfectly brewed cup of coffee that smells like home. He sets it down beside you, then leans in with a soft kiss to your temple.

“Eat before it gets cold,” he says, ruffling Layla’s ears. “You need energy to go save lives today.”

You try not to laugh with a mouth full of syrupy pancake. “You act like I’m some kind of superhero.”

Jake looks at you with eyes that leave no room for doubt. “You are.”

There’s a pause—warm, but heavy with something unspoken. You don’t have to say it. He already knows. Some mornings still ache with the weight of what could’ve been. Some mornings you wake up and your hands drift to your belly, like they remember before your mind does.

Jake gently brushes a crumb from your lips, then slides next to you on the bed, pulling you into his arms.

“I know you’re tired baby,” he murmurs. “I know it still hurts. But I want you to know… you never have to carry it alone.”

You nod against his chest. His hoodie smells like fabric softener and safety.

And for a moment, the world stops spinning.

Flashback – One Year Ago

The bathroom floor was cold. You sat with your back against the wall, the test still clutched in your shaking hands.

Two lines. Clear as day.

Your fingers trembled. You weren’t ready. You didn’t even know how Jake would react. All the voices in your head—your parents’, society’s, even your own—screamed doubt.

You called him anyway.

He showed up in ten minutes, hair messy, shirt half-buttoned, panic in his eyes.

“What’s wrong?” he asked the moment he walked in.

You didn’t speak. You just handed him the test.

His eyes widened.

And then…

He smiled.

Not big. Not loud. Just soft. Steady. Reassuring.

“Ohh my love, it's okay,” he said, kneeling in front of you. “We’ll figure this out. I’ve got you.”

You broke then—right into his arms.

You didn’t know it then, but that was the first time you realized: love isn’t always about grand gestures or perfect plans. Sometimes, it’s about the person who kneels on a cold floor beside you and whispers, you’re not alone.

----

You’re halfway through your commute, coffee thermos in hand, when your phone buzzes. The early sunlight streaks across the dashboard as you reach for it during a red light.

Jake [7:42 AM]: “Don’t forget you’re amazing. Also Layla misses you already.”

You smile despite the tired in your bones.

You [7:44 AM]: “She probably just wants my toast crumbs.” “Also thank you, cheesy man. I love you.”

Jake [7:45 AM]: “I love you more. Come home safe, Doctor Hot Stuff.”

You laugh quietly and tuck the phone away as the light turns green. Your heart feels lighter—even if the day ahead promises to be long.

The hospital is already buzzing by the time you walk in—nurses moving with purpose, pages beeping, and the thick air of urgency hanging everywhere. You change quickly into your scrubs, tie your hair up, and get to work.

But between rounds, somewhere between chart updates and check-ins, your thoughts always drift.....

Flashback – A year ago

It started as a cramp.

You’d brushed it off at first—probably something you ate. But by the time Jake got home from grocery shopping, you were curled up on the bathroom floor again. This time, it wasn’t a pregnancy test in your hands. This time, there was blood.

“Y/N?” His voice was sharp, full of panic the second he saw you. He dropped the bags, rushed over, scooping you into his arms without a second thought. “We’re going to the hospital. Right now.”

You barely remember the car ride, only the sound of your name being called through waves of pain and the trembling in Jake’s hands as he held yours the entire time.

At the hospital, the world became a blur—bright lights, cold walls, hushed voices. You were wheeled into a room, and Jake was told to wait outside.

He paced the hallway like he couldn’t breathe.

His hands shook as he called your father’s number—despite everything, despite the coldness and judgment—because in that moment, nothing else mattered but you.

“Mr. Y/L/N,” he said, voice rough, barely steady. “It’s Y/N. She’s in the hospital. We—we lost the baby.”

There was silence on the other end.

Then your father’s voice, quiet. “What hospital?”

They arrived forty minutes later. Your mother in pearls and panic, your father in a coat he clearly grabbed without thinking, no matter what he still loved you a lot. Jake stood when they entered the waiting room, unsure if he should speak first. He hadn’t seen them since the wedding.

Your father’s eyes were red-rimmed, and your mother’s lips trembled when she looked at him.

“Where is she?” she asked, voice tight.

“They’re keeping her for observation,” Jake answered. “She’s asleep.”

Your mother sat down slowly, as if her knees were about to give out. For a moment, nobody said anything.

Then your father looked at Jake—really looked at him. The bags under his eyes, the blood on his shirt from when he caught you, the way his hands clenched into fists like he was holding himself together.

“You did the right thing,” he said quietly. “Thank you… for calling.”

Jake just nodded, swallowing hard.

Later that night, when they were allowed into your room, your mother walked straight to your side. She smoothed your hair, tears slipping down her face. “My baby girl…”

Your father stood at the foot of the bed, silent but shaken. You were still asleep, unaware they had come. But Jake never left your side. He sat there, holding your hand, as if tethering you to the earth.

It was the first time your parents saw him not as the dropout or the disappointment, but as the man who loved their daughter enough to break, to beg, and to stay.

You stirred in your sleep, eyelids fluttering open slowly. The room was dim, quiet except for the rhythmic beep of the monitor and the faint rustle of someone shifting beside you.

Your head ached. Your body felt heavy. And then it hit you.

The emptiness.

You gasped, sitting up suddenly, hands flying to your stomach. “Jake?”

He was already there, springing up from the chair and leaning over you in a heartbeat. “Hey, hey, it’s okay darling, I’m here. I’m right here.”

You looked into his eyes, and just like that, it all came crashing back.

“The baby…” Your voice cracked, barely above a whisper.

Jake nodded slowly, his own eyes wet. “I know. I’m so sorry.”

You felt Jake’s grip tighten. He didn’t speak. Not even as you sobbed into his chest, not even as the machines beeped around you like a cruel reminder of everything slipping away.

You felt it again—that unbearable pressure in your chest. The grief, the guilt, the disbelief. But before the sobs could take over, you felt something else.

Your mother’s hand wrapped gently around yours. You turned your head and blinked in surprise.

“Mom?” your voice trembled.

She looked like she’d aged ten years since you last saw her—like her heart had cracked the same way yours had. “Sweetheart, we’re here.”

Your father stepped closer. He didn’t say anything at first, just stood there quietly, his expression unreadable. Then he reached out and placed a hand on your shoulder.

“We’re sorry,” he said. “For everything.”

Your mother nodded, squeezing your hand. “We should’ve been there sooner. Not just today. For all of it.”

You didn’t know what to say. Part of you wanted to scream, to ask why it had taken so much pain for them to finally look at you like their daughter again. But the other part—the exhausted, broken, bleeding part—just needed the comfort. Even if it came late.

Jake stayed beside you the whole time, letting you lean on him, his thumb brushing small circles into your wrist.

That night, no one left the hospital. The four of you stayed in the room in silence—each processing the loss in your own way. And though nothing could undo what happened, the walls between you and your parents had begun to crack.

Grief had a way of doing that—stripping away pride and expectations, leaving only what mattered: love, even if bruised.

-----

You blink back the sting in your eyes as a nurse hands you a chart.

“Doctor Y/N? Room 307—new patient just came in.”

You nod. “On my way.”

You slip the chart under your arm, straighten your posture, and move.

But inside, a part of you still carries that night. A part of you always will.

And yet—you keep going.

Because love didn’t end with the loss. It stayed. It grew. In Jake’s arms. In your laughter with Layla. In the quiet mornings. In the healing.

That Evening

You unlock the door with a tired sigh, shoulders heavy and feet aching. The house is dimly lit, golden light spilling from the living room, soft music humming in the background. Layla’s nails click excitedly against the floor as she rushes to greet you, her tail wagging like it’s been years instead of hours.

“Hi, baby,” you murmur, kneeling down to scratch behind her ears. “Did you miss me?”

“She waited by the door for like an hour,” Jake’s voice floats in from the kitchen.

You smile without lifting your head. “Sounds like someone I know.”

He appears a second later, drying his hands with a towel, his hair a little messy, apron still on. “Guilty.”

You stand, and in an instant, his arms are around you. Tight. Warm. Like he’s been holding his breath all day.

“You okay?” he asks, pulling back just enough to look into your eyes.

You nod, but your face gives you away. He sees it—the exhaustion in your bones, the sadness that still lingers under the surface. Without another word, Jake gently takes your bag and sets it aside, then guides you to the couch.

“I made dinner,” he says softly. “Nothing fancy. Just what I thought you’d crave after a day like this.”

You smile, a little shy. “You made kimchi fried rice?”

“And miso soup. And your weird obsession: cold sliced fruit.”

You let out a breath of laughter. “You really are trying to win ‘Husband of the Year,’ huh?”

He winks. “Nah, I already won the second I married you.”

You don’t reply. Instead, you press your face into his chest, letting him hold you in that quiet, safe way only he can. Layla hops up beside you both and curls into a ball.

And just like that, you’re home. Really home.

You’re curled up on the couch, legs tangled with Jake’s under the blanket. Layla’s snoring softly at your feet, and the low hum of the TV fills the space. It’s peaceful—one of those rare quiet evenings where the world feels distant.

Then your phone rings.

You glance at the screen and feel your stomach drop. Dad.

You exchange a quick look with Jake before answering. “Hello?”

“Y/N,” your father’s voice comes through, calm but with that usual formality, “there’s a family dinner this Friday. Your brother just signed a major deal, and we’re having a small celebration at the house.”

“Oh.” You hesitate. “That’s... nice. I’ll check with my schedule”

“Bring Jake,” he adds, cutting you off gently. “It’s important.”

Your eyes flick toward your husband. He raises a curious eyebrow but doesn’t ask anything yet.

“I’ll... let you know soon,” you say, and hang up before the silence stretches too long.

Jake tilts his head. “Family thing?”

You nod, rubbing your temple. “My brother closed a big deal. They’re having a dinner to celebrate.”

He says nothing at first. Then quietly, “Do you want to go?”

“I don’t know,” you admit. “They’re trying, I think. But I also know how it gets... especially when it comes to you.”

He doesn’t flinch, but you see the flicker in his eyes.

“Hey,” you reach for his hand. “You don’t have to go if it’s too much.”

He squeezes your fingers. “You’re my wife. That’s your family. I can handle a few snide comments.”

You smile, even though your heart’s heavy. “You always say that.”

“And I always mean it.” He leans over, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. “Let’s show up and remind them why you chose me.”

------

Jake stands in front of the mirror, fussing with the collar of his shirt like it’s personally offended him. “Do I look like a decent househusband or a desperate ex-boyband member?”

You stifle a laugh, walking over to fix the slightly crooked button. “Ohh no, my baby looks absolutely perfect.”

“I still think Layla would’ve been better company for this dinner.”

At the sound of her name, Layla trots over with her leash in her mouth, tail wagging hopefully.

Jake bends down and pets her head, voice full of mock drama. “Sorry, princess. It’s an invite-only event, and sadly, they didn’t include VIPs like you.”

Layla lets out a small whine, flopping dramatically onto the floor.

"She’s going to hold a grudge,” you murmur, grabbing your coat.

“She always does.”

-----

The house hasn’t changed—white pillars, manicured lawn, an air of constant formality. Jake steps beside you just before you reach the door.

“You ready?” he asks.

You nod. “As ready as I’ll ever be.”

Your mother greets you with a smile that doesn’t quite reach her eyes. “You’re late.”

“Sorry traffic,” you reply simply.

Jake offers a polite nod. “Good evening, Mrs. Y/L/N.”

She gives him a once-over before stepping aside. “Dinner’s in the main hall.”

As you walk in, the murmurs begin. A few relatives smile at you with forced politeness. Others don’t bother pretending. Your brother stands near the fireplace, glowing with pride, surrounded by a cluster of uncles and family friends.

“Y/N!” he calls, genuine warmth in his voice. “You made it!”

You hug him. “Congrats. Heard the deal was huge.”

“Thanks. And Jake—glad you came too, man.”

Jake gives him a handshake, trying not to seem awkward. “Proud of you.”

The evening moves slowly—champagne glasses clink, dinner is served, and conversation circles around business, vacations, and children. You cling to Jake’s hand under the table.

And then it begins.

“So, Jake,” your aunt says, eyes sharp and too interested, “what are you doing these days?”

Jake smiles patiently. “I take care of things at home.Cooking, errands. Layla’s got a lot of energy, so—”

“A househusband,” she interrupts, lips curving just slightly. “How modern.”

Someone laughs softly. You can’t tell who.

“I suppose it’s easy, not having to work while your wife plays doctor,” another uncle adds.

Jake opens his mouth, but you cut in sharply. “He runs our entire household better than half the companies represented in this room. Don’t mistake care for weakness.”

The table goes quiet for a beat.

But the silence is shattered when she speaks.

Your cousin Minseo.

She’s always been jealous—of your career, your marriage, your spotlight. And she picks her moment with poison precision.

“I’m surprised you even showed up,” she says with a sugary smile. “After everything... I mean, some couples don’t recover from something as devastating as a miscarriage.”

The entire table freezes.

Your fork drops against your plate. Jake’s hand tightens in yours, jaw clenching.

You feel like the air’s been knocked from your lungs.

“Minseo,” your father says sharply, but she only shrugs.

“I’m just saying, it must be hard—losing a baby and being the breadwinner.”

You stand up, slow and calm but shaking on the inside.

“Excuse us,” you say, taking Jake’s hand.

You don’t wait for their reactions. You walk straight out of the dining room, out of the house, out of their judgments—because tonight wasn’t about celebrating.

----

The door shuts behind you with a soft click. You don’t even take off your shoes. You just stand in the entryway, staring at nothing, your hand still wrapped tightly in Jake’s.

The silence stretches.

You feel numb.

Jake sets the keys down and gently untangles your fingers from his. “Y/N,” he says softly, “come sit.”

You follow him wordlessly to the couch, where Layla perks up and whines softly, sensing something's off. She curls up by your feet, resting her chin on your ankle.

Jake kneels in front of you, his hands warm on your knees. “Talk to me.”

You shake your head, blinking fast. “I’m fine.”

He just stares at you, quiet and calm—like he’s learned not to push, but also not to let you slip too far.

“They always do this,” you whisper. “Every time they look at you like you’re not good enough… and now this.”

Your voice cracks.

“They brought up our baby, Jake. Like it was gossip. Like it was some… some stain I’m supposed to cover up.”

You don’t even realize you’re crying until Jake’s thumb brushes your cheek, catching the tear before it falls too far.

“You don’t have to carry this alone,” he says. “You never did.”

“I just wanted to be enough for them,” you breathe, “and I still couldn’t protect you from them. Or our baby.”

“Don’t,” he says, a little sharper now. “Don’t say that. You didn’t fail anyone. You loved with everything you had. You still do.”

He moves beside you on the couch, pulling you into his arms. You let your body fold into his chest, your fingers curling into his shirt.

“I hate that it still hurts,” you admit into the fabric.

“It’s supposed to,” he says softly. “Love like that doesn’t just… disappear. But we’re healing. Together. Day by day.”

You nod, tears wetting his shoulder. “I’m so tired, Jake.”

“I know,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Let me carry it with you.”

Layla shifts closer, one paw resting on your leg as if she’s promising the same.

And in that small, quiet living room—with heartbreak behind you and healing ahead—you finally allow yourself to feel it all.

Grief. Anger. Love. Safety.

Because you were never alone in this.

The next morning. You wake up to the smell of something sweet—cinnamon, maybe vanilla—and the sound of a soft playlist humming from the kitchen.

The sunlight sneaks through the curtains in golden streaks. while the other side of the bed is warm but empty.

You sit up slowly, the ache from last night still sitting in your chest, but it’s… softer now.

Then you hear it.

A loud clatter from the kitchen followed by Jake’s panicked voice, “No! Layla, that’s not for you—drop the pancake! that's for my baby”

Layla barks at Jake kinda in an angry way, definitely trying to say, "Bruh, i was your baby before her"

"Oops, I mean you're my baby too but~"Jake said.....

You can’t help but laugh.

You swing your legs over the bed and shuffle toward the kitchen.

Jake is standing there in his cozy checkered pajama pants and one of his oversized hoodies, flour dusting his cheek and syrup on the counter. Layla’s sitting obediently nearby with the most innocent expression ever—even though there’s pancake batter on her nose.

“Oh good, you’re up,” Jake says, grinning when he sees you. “Don’t judge the chaos. This is all part of the master plan.”

“What plan?”

He lifts a tray dramatically. “Weekend breakfast in bed for my wife. But the wife is now in the kitchen, ruining my big reveal.”

You giggle, heart already lighter. “I think the wife prefers breakfast with the chef anyway.”

He leans down to kiss your forehead. “I figured after last night… you deserved to start today with sweetness.”

You sit at the table, watching him plate everything. Cinnamon pancakes, fresh berries, hot coffee in your favorite mug, and a tiny vase with a single daisy.

“You really did all this?”

“I bribed Layla with peanut butter to stay out of the kitchen. Failed miserably.”

Layla wags her tail like she knows exactly what she did.

You both sit and eat, warm and quiet, like the outside world doesn’t exist. You don’t realize how much you missed feeling peace until it fills you again.

This, this was home, your home , your actually true fucking home and you wouldn't trade it for anything

Umm i hope you liked this, ahh it was definitely a very messy story i wrote idk if i personally like this so I hope it was good or at least okayish, but okayyy ahhh byee myyy babiesss MWAHHH..

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[s4psh]

I deserve a love that never leaves me guessing.

[s4psh]

𐙚High School tropes ft. enhypen𐙚

pt.1

✪ heeseung

︶֪︶︶֪︶︶︶֪︶︶֪︶︶ིྀ︶︶֪︶︶︶֪︶︶֪︶︶֪ ︶֪︶︶֪︶︶

secret relationship

He is a popular guy at school who excelles in everything he does, and is known for being a heartbreaker. Girls constantly flock to him, leaving him flowers and chocolates. He cherishes the attention he receives but is secretly head over heels for one certain someone, you. While others give him roses, he goes out of his way to get you a bouquet of tulips instead, since they are your favorite.

During classes, there's an intense energy between you as you make eye contact and he can't stop staring at you. In private, he teases you with kisses, creating a magnetic atmosphere filled with desire. You're the inspiration for his songs. Whenever he composes, it's your image that fills his mind. He pours his heart and soul into his music, his lyrics reflecting his feelings for you. His words on paper are a declaration of his love and admiration.

✪ jay

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ׄ 　۪ 𓂃 ੭୧ 𓂃　۪ ׄ

opposites attract

He's a loud and outgoing guy who loves playing the guitar. His American background shines through in the way he affectionately addresses you as "my lady." You're more reserved, preferring to keep to yourself. You love reading books and you're shy around him, unable to hold his gaze for too long. Despite the differences in your personalities, somehow you mesh together perfectly. He shows his affection by spoiling you, but you're not used to having someone care for you.

You love listening to his stories, captivated by the sound of his voice. In his presence, your soft and goofy side emerges, a side that only he gets to see. He loves stealing kisses on your forehead in the crowded hallways of your school, drawing shocked and envious glances from the other students. It's almost like a scene from a romance movie, with him being the outgoing popular guy and you, quieter and more reserved, being his quiet counterpart. Despite the shocked reactions from others, you know your bond is solid, belonging to each other in every way possible. Your shared moments, whether in the crowded hallways or in quiet corners, are filled with love and affection.

✪ jake ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

︶֪︶︶֪︶︶︶֪︶︶֪︶︶ིྀ︶︶֪︶︶︶֪︶︶֪︶︶֪ ︶֪︶︶֪︶︶

academic rivals

He’s everything. The physics and maths prodigy with messy hair, black glasses, and that golden retriever smile that could light up the whole town. He plays soccer like he owns the field, but it’s the way he debates quantum theory with the same passion that really gets you. You’re rivals constantly competing, trading sarcastic comments, always trying to outscore each other. But when you beat him, he smiles when you’re not looking. Because he’s obsessed with you, even if he won’t say it. You tell yourself he’s just your competition, nothing more. You’re both in love. Both terrified. And completely, hopelessly tangled in a rivalry that feels a lot like fate. One late evening, you're both stuck in the library—alone, arguing over a formula. He steps closer, frustration in his voice, but his hands are trembling a little. “You’re impossible,” he says, eyes locked on yours. “Then stop looking at me like that,” you snap back, heart racing. And then it happens he grabs your wrist, pulls you in, and kisses you like he’s been waiting forever. It’s messy, electric, like your rivalry collapsing into something neither of you can deny anymore. When you finally pull away, breathless, he grins. “Still think I’m just your competition?”

✪ sunghoon

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the distant daydream

He’s the kind of boy everyone watches but no one really knows admired in the hallways, the subject of whispered crushes, effortlessly popular without trying. But he never truly belongs to any of them. He’s theirs in daydreams, but in reality, he’s yours. Only you get to see the version of him who slips into quiet corners, tells awful dad jokes just to make you laugh, and looks at you like you’re the only place he ever wants to be. He loves being around you, listening as you talk about your day. You’re the only one he shares his problems and worries with. You looked at him not the daydream version everyone else imagined, but the real one. Quiet. Gentle. Terrified to be seen, but brave enough to let you see. He often takes you to the ice skating rink empty, quiet, cold. Just you, him, and the echoes of blades on ice. There, he talks about his ice skating days the wins, the pressure, the silence. You’re his only comfort place. His home. You didn’t need him to speak often. You just needed to be the one he finally let in.

Ik I'm posting after so long, I'm not doing good rn mentally, so i took a break from all socials. Jay ff is otw, I'm still working on it i just need some time. I'll post it soon, before that i'll post pt.2 of this one. I hope you enjoy eading this, thanks for reading my work 😭😭 i really appreciate it. I love you sooo muchhh <3 have a great day and happy reading. 🩷

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why do people sometimes forget that friendship means being emotionally present for each other??

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Hiee, lol sorry for being so inactive 😭😭 i had my exams and they're ending soon. I'm working on a new ff (hint: jay ff) I'll be posting it very soon, also I'm gonna rant here from now onwards randomly lol, anyways I love sunghoon smmm.

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My bestfriend turned 18 today, i want her to live forever happily. As a writer I can make her live forever through my poem. So my prettiest bbg this one's for you

She's a sunshine baby, pure of heart and bright,

But beneath the surface, she hides a plight.

Her gentle soul yearns to spread love and light,

Yet her own inner turmoil feels like endless night.

She wears her smile like armor, shielding her pain,

Hiding the storm within, her sadness like disdain.

Her eyes may sparkle with a glimmer of joy,

But deep down, her heart is a battleground of pain and strife.

@j4keeuu I hope you like this poem which I wrote for you.

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Hee and wonnie <3

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happy birthday jakeyjakey

thanks Jake for feeding my bsf's delusions and making her more delululu 🥵🥵 you definitely got a smile that could light up the whole town ✨️🎀🫧

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Shy nerd guys, always surprise you

Sim jaeyun

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𖤐 paring : Jake x reader

𖤐 genre : high-school sweethearts

𖤐 warning : 18+ content, fingering, choking, pussy eating, makeout, smut, kissing, neck grabbing

𖤐 summary : Jake, the physics prodigy and your high school sweetheart, offered to help you with your studies. However, instead of focusing on physics, you had other plans in mind, involving making him forget all about equations and delve into a more satisfying kind of experimentation.

song suggestions (listen while reading) :

As you entered the classroom, your shoulders slumped and a frown tugged at the corners of your lips. Jake couldn't help but notice your expression and asked, "What's wrong? You look like someone just told you your favorite band has disbanded."

With a heavy sigh, you replied, "I just got called into the physics teacher's office. My grades in that class have been dropping like a rock, but I've been excelling in all my other subjects. It's so frustrating because I'm usually good at everything, especially math, but physics is just kicking my butt."

Jake couldn't resist poking a little fun at your distress over physics grades. He chuckled and teased, "It sounds like the only thing dropping around here is your physics grade, not some random band. Maybe you should focus on studying physics instead of being their number one fan."

She rolled her eyes at his playful jab, but couldn't help a slight smile from tugging at her lips as she retorted, "Oh shut up, Jake. As if your taste in music is any better than mine."

Jake raised an eyebrow in feigned surprise. "Oh, so my music taste is now on the chopping block, huh? Well, let me tell you, my taste in music is a masterpiece like none other."

You chuckled at his over-the-top response. "A masterpiece, huh? Let me guess, you only listen to obscure and experimental genres that no one's ever heard of, right?"

Jake feigned offense. "Obscure and experimental? Those are just fancy words for 'ahead of their time' and 'avant-garde.' You'll come around to appreciate my excellent taste eventually."

Just as your conversation with Jake was getting a bit livelier, Sunghoon walked into the room, He noticed the two of you sitting together, Sunghoon approached the two of you, a bit curious as to what you were discussing. With a hint of concern in his voice, addressed your academic struggles. "Word on the street is that you're having some trouble with physics lately. I heard it's been giving you quite the headache."

"Great, more talk about physics" you said, annoyance creeping into your voice.

"You know, I'm pretty good at this class," he said casually. "If you need any help, I'd be happy to lend a hand." Jake stifled a laugh as Sunghoon made the offer to help with physics. He knew all too well that Sunghoon struggled with the subject himself.

"Good one, Sunghoon," Jake said, struggling to hide his amusement. "Maybe you should focus on helping yourself with physics first before offering to help others."

Sunghoon rolled his eyes at Jake's comment. "Yeah, yeah, I get it, I'm not the greatest at physics," he replied, feigning offense. "But I'm still offering, alright?"

Jake's possessive streak started to show. He felt a twinge of jealousy as he noticed the way Sunghoon was offering to help you with physics.

"You know what, Sunghoon," Jake suddenly interjected, a hint of irritation in his voice. "I'm her boyfriend. I can help her with physics if she needs it. You can take a back seat, alright?"

"Alright, alright, chill out, Jake," sunghoon said, holding up his hands in mock surrender. "I get the hint. You've got it covered. I'll step back, no need to get all territorial."

With that, he turned and walked away, shaking his head with a mix of annoyance and acceptance.

You couldn't help but chuckle at Jake's possessive words. "Hmmm," you teased, a mischievous grin tugging at your lips. "Is that your way of declaring your ownership over me, Jake?"

Jake rolled his eyes playfully, realizing you were poking fun at his earlier display of jealousy. "Shut up," he retorted, but there was no hint of irritation in his tone. "You know I just don't like sharing what's mine."

Jake leaned in close, his voice dropping to a seductive tone. "It's not just a matter of pride, you know," he whispered. "It's a matter of desire. You're mine, and I don't like the thought of another guy getting so close to you. It stirs up primal instincts, a hunger I can't control. So, you see, it's more than just possessiveness. It's a deep, primal need to claim what's mine." The intensity in his voice and the way he described his desire to claim you made your heart race. But just as you were processing his words, Jake leaned in and planted a gentle kiss on your forehead.

The affectionate gesture caught you off guard, making your cheeks flush with a mix of surprise and affection. You couldn't help but feel a fluttery sensation in your stomach as you wondered how one simple move could melt your defenses so effortlessly.

As you looked at Jake, your eyes slowly traveled down his lean figure. You took in his messy hair that fell perfectly over his glasses, framing his captivating puppy-like eyes. The prominent vein there was the way he would occasionally bite his lower lip, a subtle gesture that spoke of a hidden lust. You couldn't help but feel a heat slowly begin to spread through your body as you continued to drink in the sight of him.

Jake's hands were a dangerous game, a tantalizing tease that left you craving for more. The veins that ran along his arms and down his fingers added a sinful edge, a hint of animalistic power lurking beneath the surface. And his slender digits, how they moved with such fluid elegance and grace, whether strumming the strings of his guitar or tracing a soft touch against your skin — each movement was a symphony of passion and finesse, leaving you entranced and yearning for more.

Jake gave you a reassuring smile, his puppy-like eyes meeting your gaze."I'll be at the park at 5 with Layla and my physics helpbook. We'll hang out, and I'll help you with your physics studies. Sound good?"

"Sure," you replied, a hint of excitement in your voice. "That sounds like a great plan. I'll see you there at 5."

in the park

As you approached the park, you spotted Jake up ahead, playing with Layla. He was throwing a small squeaky toy for Layla to chase and catch, and she was gleefully running after it, her tail wagging with excitement. Jake looked up as you neared, a smile spreading across his face.

"Hey, you're here!" he greeted you, patting the spot beside him on the bench. "I was just playing with Layla while I waited. She's having a blast."

"omg she's full of energy today" you said

As you settled down beside him, Jake couldn't resist stealing a quick kiss. His lips gently brushed against yours, a soft and affectionate gesture that sent a warm flutter through your chest.

"Hey," he whispered. "I missed you. You look beautiful today."

"I missed you too." you chuckled.

Jake chuckled softly, "Yeah, let's start on those physics questions. Can't let you slack on your studies, now can we?" With that, he opened the physics textbook and flipped to the chapter you had been struggling with. He placed the book on your lap so you could both look at it.

"Alright," he said, pointing to a problem on the page, "Let's start with this one. Do you remember the formula we need to solve it?"

You nodded, trying to focus your attention on the textbook in front of you. Jake's proximity was making it a bit challenging to concentrate, but you took a deep breath and mentally went through the formula in your head.

"Uh, let me think," you said, tapping your fingers on the page. "I think it's something like F equals ma, right? Force equals mass times acceleration?"

"Exactly right," he said, his gaze fixed on your face. "That's the one. So, assuming we have the mass and the acceleration, we can plug those into the formula and solve for force."

He pointed to the numbers listed in the problem, guiding you through the steps of plugging them into the formula. As he continued to explain the physics problem, using his hands to illustrate the concepts, your attention was drawn to his veiny forearms and slender fingers. The way his hands moved as he explained the formulas, the subtle motions, was incredibly hypnotic. And as his hands gestured towards your neck, as if wrapping around it delicately, a shiver ran down your spine, causing you to momentarily forget about the physics problem.

You couldn't help but imagine those hands on your skin, the touch of his slender fingers exploring every inch of you, slowly and methodically. His eyes, still fixed on your face, appeared to notice your distraction, and a sly, knowing smile tugged at the corner of his lips. He was well aware of the effect his hands and his nearness were having on you, and he found it amusing to see your concentration waver. But all the while, a flicker of desire flickered in his eyes, mirroring your own imagination of his touch.

"Are you paying attention?" he whispered, his voice low and smooth. "I thought you were trying to learn something here."

You snapped your attention back to the problem in front of you, feigning nonchalance.

"Of course I am," you replied, trying to keep your voice steady. "Just had a brief moment of distraction. No big deal."

*smirks* Jake handed you a small quiz sheet, and you glanced over it, seeing various physics questions and formulas. His thoughtfulness in preparing it for you touched you, a sign of his genuine wish to help you study.

"Thanks, Jake," you said, looking up at him with a grateful smile. "I'll do my best. And don't worry, I'll be sure to tell you if I need any help."

"Good," he said. "I trust you'll do well. And yeah, don't hesitate to ask if you need any assistance. I'm here to help."

His gaze lingered on you for a moment before he looked away, as if trying to reign in his own feelings.

"Hey," he said softly, "You look exhausted. Coffee might not be a bad idea. Let's head to that café down the street and grab a cup."

"You're right," you replied, a hint of relief in your voice. "Coffee would be perfect right now. Let's go."

As you both stood up, Jake gestured for you to lead the way towards the café. He followed closely behind you, his presence behind you causing a subtle thrill to run down your spine. But you tried to ignore the feeling, focusing on the thought of the much-needed caffeine boost that awaited you at the café.

As you both entered the cozy café, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, immediately lifting your spirits. Jake ordered his usual black coffee, and then he surprised you by ordering your favorite latte with extra whipped cream on top, along with some dog-friendly treats for Layla.

"Here you go," he said, handing you the steaming hot latte. "I thought you could use something a bit sweeter this morning."

"Thank you," you said, meeting his gaze with a sincere smile. "You didn't have to get all this, but I really appreciate it."

Jake smiled warmly, his eyes meeting yours. "You know, I was just thinking," he began, "that it would be great to spend more time together. I'd love it if you could come over to my place afterward. We could hang out, keep studying if you want, or do something else entirely. I just really enjoy your company and want to spend as much time with you as possible."

His smile was eager, hopeful on his face. It was clear that he was genuinely hoping you would say yes.

Jake's suggestion caught you by surprise, and a mixture of emotions washed over you. "Yeah," you replied, a small smile tugging at the corner of your lips. "I'd like that. Let's hang out at your place after this."

"Perfect." he says with a joyful smile on his face.

Your heart raced with a mixture of excitement and nervousness. This was uncharted territory for you – visiting your boyfriend's place for the first time. It felt like a significant step in your relationship, and you hoped everything would go smoothly.

You glanced at Jake, taking in his relaxed demeanor as he strolled beside you. He seemed at ease.

Jake unlocked the gate and swung it open, gesturing for you to go through. As you entered his place, You followed Jake along the pathway, taking in the serene atmosphere of his home.

He turned to you, a warm smile gracing his lips. "So," he began, "now that we're at my place, there's plenty we can do. We can continue studying together if you want, or we can watch a movie, play some board games, or even cook something together. I'm open to anything that's comfortable for you."

He leaned back on the sofa, folding his arms behind his head, waiting for your response.

"umm how about netflix?" you suggested

Jake's face lit up at your suggestion. "Netflix sounds perfect," he said, reaching for the remote control on the coffee table. "You can pick whatever you want to watch. There's so much to choose from. Movies, series, documentaries – whatever you're in the mood for."

He handed the remote to you, allowing you to choose the entertainment for the evening. As he settled back on the sofa, he glanced over at you, eagerly awaiting your selection.

A smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you took the remote from Jake. "You know what?" you said, scrolling through the options on the TV. "Let's watch Grey's anatomy, That always put me in a good mood."

Jake nodded, a warm smile on his face. "That sounds perfect."

A grin spread across your face as you thought about watching Grey's Anatomy. "Alright then," you said, feeling a sense of excitement. "Grey's Anatomy it is! We can spend hours watching those intense medical cases, swooning over the romance, and bonding over our love for Meredith and Derek. Plus, it's got like a million episodes, so we won't run out of content anytime soon."

Jake nodded in agreement, clearly just as enthusiastic about the idea. "This is gonna be epic," he said, grabbing the remote from you. "Let's start from the beginning."

He wrapped his strong arms around you, pulling you closer to him on the sofa. His touch was warm and soothing, making you feel protected and cherished.

You snuggled into his embrace, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest as he breathed. The sound of his heart thumping beneath your ear was a soothing soundtrack to the movie playing on the TV.

The world seemed to fade away as you both focused on the series, losing yourselves in the lives of the doctors at Seattle Grace Hospital.

His slender fingers traced gentle circles on your neck, sending a slight shiver down your spine. His touch was light, yet it sent tingles of pleasure radiating from the point of contact. He seemed to be unconsciously exploring the sensitive skin there, his fingers gliding with ease across your exposed flesh.

As he continued to caress your neck, you could feel the tension slowly seeping from your body. It was as if his touch had the power to soothe and relax you, making everything else seem insignificant in comparison. A small gasp escaped your lips as his fingers trailed across your neck, sending a thrill of electricity through your body. His touch was delicate, yet it ignited a flame within you, sending waves of desire coursing through your veins. The way his fingers explored your skin was intoxicating, and you found yourself arching your neck slightly, giving him easier access.

Jake seemed to notice your reaction, as his finger began to trace a path towards the collarbone, leaving a trail of heat and anticipation in its wake.

As Jake continued to caress your neck and collarbone, your eyes fluttered closed, your body responding to his touch in ways you couldn't control. In that moment, all you wanted was for him to keep going, to explore every inch of you and drive you wild with ecstasy.

"Jake," you whispered, your voice a mere breath.

Jake pulled back slightly, his lips still hovering inches away from yours. His breath came in ragged gasps.

"It's just... ."

Jake remained silent for a moment, his chest rising and falling with each breath.

"What do you want, sweetheart?" he murmured, his voice filled with a tenderness that contrasted with the raw desire you could feel radiating from him. "Tell me what you're feeling right now. Tell me what you need."

Your gaze fixed on Jake's lips, your mind reeling with a flood of thoughts. You knew exactly what you wanted, but the words seemed to get stuck on your tongue. It was as if the intensity of the moment had rendered you speechless, your emotions surging through you like a tidal wave.

He cupped your face in his hands and crashed his lips against yours in a fervent kiss. There was no hesitation, no holding back this time. He kissed you fiercely, his lips moving over yours demandingly, as if he couldn't get close enough. His tongue delved into your mouth, tangling with yours, and his hands roamed your body urgently, mapping every curve and contour. As Jake's lips trailed down from your mouth to your neck, a low moan escaped you, your hands gripping his shoulders tightly. The sensation of his mouth on your sensitive skin sent shivers down your spine, the heat of his touch igniting a fire within you. Each kiss, each nip of his teeth, fueled a desire that you never knew you had. You arched your neck, giving him more access, silently pleading for him to continue his assault on your senses.

"Jake," you gasped, your voice hoarser than before. "Please, put your hand around my throat. I want to feel your touch, your control."

You looked at him, your eyes pleading, silently begging him to give you what you craved.

"Is this what you want, sweetheart?" Jake murmured, his voice low and raspy with desire. He knew exactly what you were asking for, but he wanted to make sure you were certain about it. He tightened his grip slightly tighter, his fingers pressing against the sensitive skin of your neck. "You want me to put my hand around your throat, to give you that feeling of helplessness and desire at the same time?"

"Yes," you breathed, your voice barely above a

Your body arched towards him, silently begging for his touch to become stronger, to bring you to the edge of pleasure and push you over. You felt a sense of surrender, of relinquishing all control to him, and it was both exhilarating and terrifying. But most of all, you wanted to feel him. As Jake's hand closed around your throat, your breath caught in your chest. His fingers applied just enough pressure to make you gasp, making your pulse flutter beneath his touch. It was a possessive move, yet there was a tenderness to it, a care that showed in the way his hand cradled your neck.

His other hand began to explore your body, caressing your curves, his fingers tracing fiery paths across your skin. It was as if he needed to touch you, to claim you, to make sure you knew how much he wanted you.

His hand slipped under the waistband of your sweatpants, a shiver of anticipation ran through you. The touch of his warm palm against your pussy sent a wave of desire coursing through your body, and you instinctively arched towards him, craving more.

He traced small circles on your vagina, his fingers caressing the sensitive flesh he found there. Each touch was deliberate, and he seemed to know where to apply pressure to drive you wild. His hand continued its descent, moving towards the sensitive area between your thighs, and you couldn't help but whimper in need.

"You're so fucking wet y/n" he whispered, his voice deepened.

"Yes, I'm so wet for you," you responded, your voice trembling. "I need you, Jake, so badly. You have no idea how much I crave your touch, your presence."

He leaned in closer, his lips millimeters away from yours. "Show me," he breathed, his voice dripping with lust. "Show me just how badly you want me."

"I can show you better than I can tell you," you purred, leaning closer, your breath mingling with his. Your lips hovered just a fraction of an inch away from his, and the desire to close the gap was almost overwhelming.

"Just close your eyes," you murmured, "and let me show you every single way I want you, every single way I need you."

Your lips pressed against Jake's abs, leaving a trail of soft, moist kisses along his skin, as you marked his body with a hickey. Your tongue traced lazy circles around his navel, tasting the salty essence of his skin. his body reacting to the sensations you were stirring within him. He let out a low moan, his hands gripping your shoulders, holding you against him as if afraid you might pull away.

"fuck" he groaned, his fingers digging into your skin.

As Jake rolled you over, you let out a gasp of surprise, your body momentarily frozen in shock. You surrendered yourself to the sensation, completely at his mercy.

He loomed over you, pinning you beneath him, his strong frame pressing against your soft curves.

"Don't move," he commanded, his voice ragged with need. "Just lie there and let me take good care of you."

Without further ado, Jake pushes your underwear aside and dives in, his skilled tongue immediately finding your most sensitive spots. He licks and sucks with intense focus, determined to make you squirm and moan. His hands grip your thighs, holding you in place as he devours you. "Mmmm..."

"OH GOD" you screamed.

He pulls back, his face glistening. "Oh god? Is that all you've got? Because I've only just begun."

"Such a responsive little thing." He straightens up, his fingers gently caressing your swollen folds. And such a needy one too.His eyes are glistening with lust.

"It feels heavenly," you breathed, the words almost a moan in the quietness of the room.

Jake's grin turns smug as he slowly pushes two fingers inside you, curling them upward to hit that spot that drives you wild. "Heaven, you say?" He begins to move his hand, his rhythm steady and purposeful. "Well, then. I must be your personal angel."

Jake's fingers continue to work their magic, stretching and curling inside you as he eats your pussy with his other hand. "You're so fucking tight, and your taste is divine."

you were out of breath, struggling to breathe

"They were right; it's the shy nerd guys, always surprise you." you said with your voice trembling.

I hope you enjoyed, thanks for reading. 🩷

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Thank you to everyone who got me to 100 likes!

I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH 😭😭😭😭

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You had a bad day at school and asked them for their pic - hyung line ver.

pairing: hyung line x reader

hope you enjoyed!!

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What are we?

park sunghoon / one shot

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★ pairing : sunghoon × fem reader

★ content : f! reader x sunghoon, high school situationship, making out, out of jealousy

★ gnere : situationship, friend with benefits

★ 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 : smut- 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀, nipples licking, bite fetish, 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌𝗂𝗏𝖾 and 𝗃𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗌𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗁𝗈𝗈n, emotionally unavailable and cold hearted sunghoon. D𝗈 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗂𝖿 𝗂 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀.

song suggestions (while reading this):

friends by chase atlantic

house of balloons / glass table girls by the weeknd

You were like two opposite ends of a magnet, drawn to each other but always repelled. He was emotionally unavailable, closed off and guarded, while you were an introvert who craved connection. And yet, despite your differences, you found themselves in a messy, complicated whirlwind of a situationship.

There was something about Park Sunghoon, He was a man who could charm any woman with his smile alone, his chiseled features and striking eyes drawing them in like moths to a flame. Yet, beneath that handsome exterior lay a heart of ice, cold and unyielding to any who dared to try and break through. One look into his steely gaze and you knew that love was not something that came easily to him, if at all. Despite his cold-hearted nature, he was fiercely possessive of you. Whenever he saw other guys paying attention to you, a dark anger would rise in him, and he would glare at them with a steely intensity that made them scurry away. But when he looked at you, his expression softened, and it was like you were the most precious thing in the world to him. He may have been popular in school, but when it came to you, he was utterly captivated.

in the evening

"excited to see me tomorrow?" he texted

"you wish" you replied.

"Is that a challenge?" he teased "Because I am pretty sure i can make you admit that you can't resist me" he said

*sighs*

"You're so full of yourself" you retorted with playful sarcasm "As if i'd ever admit something like that to you"

"You will tomorrow." he replied

"huh? Alright see you tomorrow"

"don't be late, I dont want to waste my time waiting for you" he said

"yes, i won't be late"

As you lay in bed that night, your thoughts kept drifting to sunghoon with the captivating eyes and the possessive demeanor. You couldn't help but wonder what he was doing right now, if he was thinking about you too, if he cared about you like you cared about him. Despite his aloofness, you couldn't deny the undeniable pull he had on you, the magnetic force that drew you in despite you better judgment.

in the morning

You arrived at school with a mix of nervousness and anticipation swirling in your stomach. As you made your way through the halls, your eyes scanned the crowd for any sign of sunghoon. You tried to act nonchalant, but you couldn't help feeling a flutter of excitement at the thought of seeing him again.

As you walked through the crowded hallway, completely lost in your own thoughts, a voice suddenly spoke from behind you "Hey, what's up?" Sunghoon, had sneaked up behind you, a smirk playing on his lips as he watched you startle. As he hugged you, your body pressed against his, you were just about to start telling him about a problem you were having when he suddenly interrupted you. "Not now," he said tersely, his tone making it clear that he wasn't interested in whatever it was you had to say.

He held you tighter, as if trying to shut out the world and keep you all to himself.

You took a deep breath and summoned up the courage to speak her mind. "Can we discuss something serious for a moment?" you asked, your voice steady despite the nerves gnawing at your insides.

He looked down at you, a hint of surprise in his eyes. "What is it?" he said, his tone a little less dismissive than usual.

"I was wondering if we could talk about our relationship," she continued. "I feel like we care about each other, and I think it's time we take this thing further."

His eyes darkened at your words, his irritation apparent. "Why are you rushing things?" he repeated, his voice laced with annoyance. "We're fine the way things are now. I don't see why we need to change anything." The discussion quickly escalated into a full-blown argument.

"I'm not happy just being your casual fling," you said, your voice rising in volume. "I want more than just physical contact. I want an actual relationship."

He clenched his jaw, his expression tight with anger. "That's all this is to me," he snapped. "A casual fling. I don't do relationships, I've told you that from the start. If you can't handle that, then maybe you need to find someone else" and he left.

You couldn't help but feeling a swirl of emotions - sad, angry, and confused. You couldn't understand why he wouldn't even consider a real relationship with you, why he was so intent on keeping things casual. It hurt you to know that he didn't value your emotional needs as much as he did the physical aspect of their connection.

in the classroom

As you entered the classroom, already feeling vulnerable and upset from your fight with sunghoon. As you took your seat, jake from your class who had been crushing on you for years approached you with a sly grin on his face. "Hey, beautiful," he purred, leaning in close and making your skin crawl. His eyes roamed over your body, taking in your every move and making it abundantly clear that he was undressing you in his mind.

"Back off, you creep" you replied through gritted teeth

"what's the matter, sweetheart?" he asked in a mocking tone.

He stepped even closer, invading your personal space and making you feel cramped and claustrophobic.

Sunghoon had been lurking in the background, watching the entire interaction between you and jake. He had seen your discomfort and fear, and it enraged him. When jake tried to touch your waist, his eyes narrowed, hands clenched into fists as he felt the intense primal jealousy and possessive desire to claim you as his own. .He strode over, anger etched across his face, and delivered a hard punch to Jake's jaw, sending him sprawling to the floor. Jake staggered backward, stunned by the unexpected attack. He brought a hand to his aching jaw, his eyes wide with disbelief and anger as he stared up at sunghoon who stood over him. His lips curled up in a sinister, cruel smile.

Jake: "So what's your deal, Sunghoon? I see you're all possessive and protective over her, but you're too emotionally unavailable to actually make her your girlfriend, right?"

Sunghoon's expression darkened at Jake's words, his eyes narrowing as he clenched his fists.

Sunghoon: "Shut up, Jake. You don't know anything about us."

Jake: "Oh, I think I know enough. You act like you care, but you're just too scared to commit."

Sunghoon grabbed him by the collar, his eyes widening with fear. his voice was cold and dangerous as he spoke, his eyes gleaming with anger.

"Listen to me, you little scumbag," he hissed through gritted teeth. "You've got two options. Either you get the hell out of her sight right now, or I'll kill you. Understand?"

Jake pushed sunghoon back, his eyes gleamed with mockery as he continued to goad Sunghoon.

"You're a goddamn coward, Sunghoon," he hissed. "You act like you're so tough and strong, but when it comes to committing to a relationship, you're nothing but a weak-ass coward.

"You're lucky I don't kill you right now," Sunghoon growled, his eyes filled with rage. Then he turned on his heel and walked away, leaving Jake lying on the ground, clutching his bleeding nose and nursing his bruised ego.

As Sunghoon stalked away, the other students parted like the Red Sea, giving him a wide berth. They knew better than to get in his way when he was in this kind of mood.

You were frightened by Sunghoon's sudden outburst of anger. It was a side of him you hadn't seen before, and it raised questions about his true nature.

You reached out to Sunghoon as he started to walk away, feeling a mixture of worry and anger.

"What the hell was that?" you said, your voice sharp. "You can't just go around attacking people because they say something you don't like."

He stopped and looked back at you his expression a mix of anger and frustration.

"You don't understand," he said, his voice gruff. "He was being a dick, and he had it coming.

You questioned "Why do you care so deeply? What are we?" sunghoon found himself speechless. You demanded, "If you care so much, why can't you just accept us and what we have?"

Without answering your question sunghoon silently walked off to the school game room, his thoughts swirling with the conversation just had with you. He couldn't ignore the growing questions about undefined situation and the need for clear boundaries, you followed him your curiosity about him and the complicated relationship driving you forward.

As you entered the game room, you spotted him near the pool table, a mixture of anticipation and nerves coursing through you. Desperate to avoid the inevitable conversation, you grabbed a pool stick, feigning interest in the game. Your fingers trembled slightly. He looked at you with a playful grin and said, "You're holding the stick all wrong, sweetheart." His voice held a hint of flirtation that sent a shiver down your spine. He took a step closer, holding the pool stick in one hand. "Let me show you how to play pool y/n" His tone was smooth as he positioned himself behind you, adjusting her grip on the stick, his touch sending a jolt through your body. You could feel his breath on her neck, stirring a mix of nerves and excitement. His dick was hard, As he stood near you.

As his lips inched closer to your neck, your pulse quickened, betraying the effect his proximity had on her. His hands encircled your waist, pulling you closer to him. Your breath hitched "What are-"

"shhh" he whispered "no more questions, no more rules." His touch sent a shiver down your spine, he turned your face towards his, catching your lips in a passionate kiss. She melted into the kiss. He wrapped his arms around you, lifting you effortlessly onto the pool table. your legs hugged his hips as he closed any remaining space between bodies, his hands roaming over your curves. "I get defensive and insecure because you're mine, mine to have and to hold" he said as he grabbed your throat "He nipped and sucked your neck, leaving a trail of hickeys that marked you as his own. Your body trembled, strange desire to submit, to surrender, to be owned by him, flared within you, making it difficult to resist his dominant possessiveness. You could only manage a breathless "Yes" in response. His touch was making you weak. You let out a soft moan *unnghhh* unable to resist the sensations he was stirring within you.

He smirked at her response and whispered, "Yeah, that's what I like. Let me hear you," his voice a seductive drawl "I'd pin you against the wall and kiss you right in front that fucker jake, just to remind him you're mine"

"Please," she whispered, her voice a mix of pleading and desire, "claim me, make me yours, I don't want anyone else, I just want you. Sunghoon's hands moved to your shirt, unbuttoning it slowly, revealing your perfect cleavage with each button undone. His touch was light but firm. "I guess now i know why i have canines" he whispered. He leaned in and bit your boobs, his teeth leaving a mark on your boobs your body arching towards his as you gasped in response. His tongue traced the mark he left, soothing the burning sensation before nipping her again, harder this time. You were aware of Sunghoon's bite fetish now, and it only heightened the sensations you felt as he continued to leave bites and hickeys all over your skin. Each bite was a claim, making you feel more and more like his possession. Despite the slight pain, you found yourself arching towards his mouth, silently begging him for more, her body craving the mixture of pain and pleasure that his bites caused.

Sunghoon, watching your reactions with dark satisfaction, didn't hesitate to slide your bra down, leaving your boobs completely exposed. His eyes roamed over your boobs "Fuck" he said with seductin in his voice. Sunghoon leaned in, his tongue swiping across your nipples, a mix of claiming and taste. He couldn't get enough of your nipples, wanting to memorize every inch of her body with his lips and tongue.

"You taste sweeter than I imagined, " he whispered, his breath against your skin making you shiver, "You're mine and I'm taking every part of you that I can," he growled, his voice rough and possessive. When you moaned his name, Sunghoon felt a burst of possessive satisfaction. Your submission to him only served to fuel his possessive desire further.

"That's right," he muttered, his mouth moving along her skin, leaving a trail of kisses and bites. "Say my name again, I want to hear you moan it, I want to hear you begging for me." As you lost control, your body was completely in sync with his touch, her every thought and action driven by your desire for him.

"I need you, Sunghoon," you whispered, your voice a hoarse gasp. "I need more, I need all of you, do whatever you want with me, I'm yours." He grabbed your boobs taking a firm gentle hold. As she lost control, her body was completely in sync with his touch, her every thought and action driven by her desire for him. "Say it," he ordered "Say you're mine."

"I'm yours." you said in a breathless whisper "That's right" he murmured.

His face was now buried in between your boobs, his breathing heavy and hot against your sensitive skin. He inhaled deeply, as if he was trying to capture your very essence. His hands continued their possessive hold on your body, his grip tight and unyielding.

"You're mine," he muttered again, his voice muffled against her skin, "Completely mine, every last inch of you."

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[s4psh]

the urge to kiss his face and stain it all over with red lipstick

[s4psh]

For all coffee lover girlies, this one's for you.

Hope you'll enjoy this 🩷

i cant sleep (heeseung ver)

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you had tons of assignments to complete, coffee was your only source of energy. 3 cups of strong coffee was the only thing you needed to complete your assignments.

Later in the evening heeseung came over and surprised you with your fav cheese fries and cherry coke. As he stepped in he pats your head says

"Way to go, princess! You worked hard on those assignments and you deserve a reward" a soft gentle blush crept your face, as if his words are the only thing you need. "Come on lets eat i know you haven't eaten yet" he said. You guys ate while he rants you about his group members weird habbits.

After the dinner he asked

"Can i stay at your place? i promise i'll make it worth your while" *smirks*

"i would love that, lets see how good you are at keeping your promises"

*he smirks, a mischievous glint in his eye*

"is that a bet?"  he asks *stepped closer, his body inches from you*

"it is now" you murmured. Your breath caught in your throat as he moved closer. You like to tease him, but the consequences are *painful* you walk away from him "i should go and keep the dishes in sink" you said "excuses ahem" he said in a husky voice

you blushed

Later on, you enter your room and saw him on your bed. You felt a flutter in your chest as he stood up and approached you, his arms encircling your waist.

"come here" murmured, his voice low and seductive

"i need to hold you" you melted into his embrace your body perfectly fitting against his, pulling you down on top of him as you guys settled for a cozy cuddle session.

He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close against his chest. "You look tired," he murmured, his chin resting on top of your head.

"I am," you admitted, nuzzling your face into the curve of his neck.

"Then come here," he said, gently guiding you down onto the bed. "Let me hold you while you sleep."

You sighed, melting into his embrace. "Mhmm, that feels good," you murmured, your eyelids growing heavy.

At 2 am

you stirred from your sleep, your eyes fluttering open in the darkened room. You glanced over heeseung lying beside you who was still fast asleep, and sighed. "I can't sleep," you whispered to heeseung. His eyes slowly opened. He propped himself up on one elbow and looked at you with a sleepy but concerned expression. "Can't sleep, huh?" he mumbled, his voice raspy from sleep.

You nodded reluctantly, a small frown on your face. "Yeah," you said, sighing. "I had too much coffee this afternoon, and now I can't seem to turn off my brain".

He chuckled and said "We could try something else to help you relax."

He leaned in closer, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Like gaming," he suggested, his voice low and playful. "It's a great way to unwind and forget about anything that's keeping you up at night."

"Sounds fun and exciting but whats the use? because i cant compete with you in gaming" you said with a cute baby voice

He smiled at you, his expression affectionate. "It's about having fun and enjoying each other's company. And besides... I think you're cute when you use that baby voice." He leaned in and planted a soft kiss on your forehead.

He stretched out his legs and relaxed into the couch, spreading his legs wide apart in a casual manner. He patted his lap, indicating for you to come closer. "Come here," he said, his tone soft yet commanding. "Take your seat princess"  he said, his voice low and sultry. "I want you right here, nice and close to me".

You moved closer to him, As you approached, he reached out and pulled her onto his lap, positioning you so that you are facing him, your legs straddling his hips. You could feel the heat of his body through the thin fabric of their clothes, and you could smell the faint musk of his cologne.

He wrapped his arms around your waist, explaining about the game rules. He caught you staring his lips, "You're not even paying attention to what I'm saying, are you?" he teased, his arms still wrapped around your waist. "Your eyes keep drifting back to my lips. You want a taste that bad, huh?"

"i cant help it, they just look so... inviting?" you said

"Well, don't let me stop you." He murmured.

He leaned in closer, then without any warning he captured her lips in a deep, passionate kiss.

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[s4psh]

theme so pretty omg

like youu

[s4psh]

In the darkest nights of winter,

We shiver in solitude,

Wishing for the warmth of your touch,

But apart is what we must do.

We were so close yet so far,

just like december and january.

So who's your december?