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「 MISSED YOU ON THE WAY OUT ! 」 . . . 📂

two. smau

⊹˚.⋆ starring . . . jay x male reader

⊹˚.⋆ synopsis . . . A member of the prominent youtube group “ENHYPEN” frequently attends a karaoke bar; when he meets Y/N who despite plaguing his thoughts keeps escaping from his grasp

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「 MISSED YOU ON THE WAY OUT ! 」 . . . 📂

one. smau + written

⊹˚.⋆ starring . . . jay x male reader

⊹˚.⋆ synopsis . . . A member of the prominent youtube group “ENHYPEN” frequently attends a karaoke bar; when he meets Y/N who despite plaguing his thoughts keeps escaping from his grasp

When Wooyoung wanted something he got it. And for some horrible reason, he wanted you to hit the local karaoke bar with him. So, despite your protests, you rolled out of bed. Yes, you were still in your pajamas. And yes, Woo had hit the back of your head when you stepped out of your apartment building looking like you just woke back up from a 50 year coma, claiming you’ll, “scare the huzz.” He tried to mess with your hair to try and hide the cowlick sticking awkwardly up from your head before giving up, and ushering you back in to try and appear somewhat decent before the real fun begins.

Slowly but surely, you cleaned up your appearance. And then downed two beers you had stowed away to mourn your loss of sleep. Woo whined at your “pre-gaming” as Jeff Buckley blasted from your phone, claiming that he’d never seen a more depressing sight. Which was fair, honestly.

“Okay, now let’s actually go have fun. At a bar! With better drinks! And music!” Woo said sarcastically as he tugged you through the door, finally having enough of watching his best friend chug beer to his depression playlist. Your finger pressed against the smooth surface of Woo’s cheek as you murmured tiredly through the hallway of your apartment building, “Jeff Buckley is the best music, idiot. But I would kill for an actual drink.” Woo snickered, “Yeah, suureee,” as you two made it to his car. The ride to the bar was quick, probably due to the fact Wooyoung was speeding, but when you’re listening to his playlists— it’s kinda hard not to.

Woo’s hand clenched around your wrist as you two made your way through the entrance of the bar and into the lounge. The smell of booze and cheap liquor made your nose wrinkle, but the atmosphere caught your eye. The lights were dark, but had a misty red light that filled the room that set the tone of the bar perfectly. The bar was crowded, and you naturally shrunk into Woo’s side. People dancing, drinking, chatting, or watching the karaoke stage, awaiting the next sloppy, drunken performance or the rare good performance.

The small stage was empty, but the sight of Woo beelining to the stage with you in tow made you snatch your wrist back. You need a couple more drinks before even attempting to sing. Woo was already preparing his song as you made your way to a quieter corner of the bar. Sitting down on one of the tall stools, you quickly ordered a shot of tequila. Woo’s singing filled the bar’s speakers causing you to spin the seat around to watch his performance with an admiring smile.

“He’s good, huh?” A voice echoed from behind you. You turned to face the man who commented on Woo’s performance with a chuckle, “Oh, yeah he lives for these performances. Even if it’s to a bunch of drunk people who don’t give a shit.” Your eyes caught sight on the man before you as you turned around fully, and felt your heart accelerate. He was gorgeous. Sharp jawline, smooth skin, dark eyes, and a good haircut? Oh, boy. “Holy shit,” you blabbered out.

“Excuse me?” He raised a brow at your comment, but the sight of his dimples calmed your nerves at your stupid comment. Your hand shot up to cover your mouth but he shook his head playfully, “It’s fine. It’s fine. Believe me.” Your eyes drifted shyly, “I promise, I didn’t mean it in a bad way. You’re just.. wow. I mean, fuck. Oh god, I didn’t mean to curse again. You’re just really fucking hot.” You stumbled drunkenly. Plus, with your nerves going haywire around such an attractive guy— everything was stumbling out.

He laughed, and your face felt as if it would explode if it got any more hotter. Of course, you had to make a fool of yourself in front of the hottest guy you’ve ever met. His smile was hypnotizing as he put out his hand towards yours, “I’m Jay. And you..?”

“Y/N!” You said as you threw your hand into his excitedly. First name basis, total win. The handshake lingered, the feel of his hand cupping yours was hard to want to pull away from. The sensation was warming and comforting, and if you were completely honest, you didn’t want to let go. But, of course, fate had to overrule.

“Y/N!!!!!!” Echoed through the crowd. Woo was pushing through the crowd to reach you with a giddy smile, “How’d you like the performance? Too bad you didn’t join me, lame-o.” Woo flicked the back of your head before you elbowed him back in retaliation as you rolled your eyes, “You know I’m more of a watcher, and maybe I would perform with you if you didn’t drag me out of bed against my will.” Woo laughed before shrugging his arm around your shoulders with a mischievous look in his eye, “So, who’s your friend?”

Before you could respond, Jay extended his hand, “Jay. And you are?” Wooyoung took Jay’s hand excitedly, “Wooyoung. I’m Y/N best friend, and I mean best friend, like best, best friend so you have to be nice to him, okay?” You closed your eyes in embarrassment, “We’re calling San, and leaving, Woo.” Wooyoung whined, “But whyyyyyyy???”

“You’re embarrassing me,” you gritted out silently. “IM EMBARRASSING YOU??” Wooyoung yelled out in disbelief as he glanced between you and Jay, “Fine, I’ll leave you and your little boyfriend alone. But just wait cause this next song is gonna be for you for breaking my heart, Y/N.” He said as he turned around with a pout to the karaoke stage. Jay, holding in his laughter, finally busted out a boisterous laugh, “Oh, wow!” You groaned as you rested your head on the bar counter, “Do not laugh at my misery.”

“Sorry, I was just not expecting.. that,” he said through a fit of chuckles. You sighed amused, “No one ever does. He’s a wild child.”

Jay shook his head, “Trust me, my friends can be wild too.” You lifted your head to glance at him with a slight smile, “Well, glad I’m not alone then.”

Jay nodded almost breathlessly, “Yeah. You got me.”

Before you could respond, the mic boomed loudly. Your eyes widened as you groaned. Jay spun around as Wooyoung pointed at you, “This goes out to you in the back,” before pouring his heart to a very drunken remedy of, “All I Wanted” by Paramore.

The bar was full of people laughing at your expense, and you could barely hold yourself from pulling Wooyoung off of the stage. Luckily, San had gotten there in time, and was able to manage him to cut his heartbreak ballad short. You stood up to meet the two as they exited through the door. Jay grabbed your wrist before you could even fully adjust from sitting down most of the time, “Look, I had fun and I actually enjoyed this.. even with your friend. Uhm, here’s my number if you ever want to do something like this or anything else. I just want to see you again.” He said almost nervously, but that added to his charm as you felt your heart race. He pressed a small piece of paper into your palm, “I’ll see you around? Hopefully?”

You nodded excitedly, “Yes, of course. I— gosh, definitely. I will call you, trust!” You said as you started to walk backwards, heading out the door. The smile on your face was bigger than you could ever recall smiling before, and you could feel the heat radiating off your face. Maybe Wooyoung dragging you off to the bar wasn’t so bad after all. The walk to Sam’s car was brisk. Wooyoung was laid down in the back. Climbing into the passenger seat, you leaned your head back with a happy smile dawned on your face.

San dropped you off at your house, and you flopped down onto your bed. The comfort was amazing. Before you could melt into the sheets, your hand dug into your pocket, where you had stuffed Jay’s number. Uncrinkling the little piece of paper to reveal his number, you felt the world around you crumble.

“You have to be kidding me,” you said as you felt the frustration build up within you. “Damnit!”

The numbers were smeared.

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「 MISSED YOU ON THE WAY OUT ! 」 . . . 📂

⊹˚.⋆ starring . . . jay x male reader smau!

⊹˚.⋆ synopsis . . . A member of the prominent youtube group “ENHYPEN” frequently attends a karaoke bar; when he meets Y/N who despite plaguing his thoughts keeps escaping from his grasp

·˚ ༘ GENRE

streamer! au, romance, smau + written

·˚ ༘ WARNINGS

bar setting occasionally, mentions of drinking alcohol

·˚ ༘ NOTES

a continuation of “seven player game” that takes place with all the boys still being streamers, but different scenarios with different readers

·˚ ༘ STATUS - ONGOING

PROFILES!

ENHYPEN : mains || ENHYPEN : privs || queers : profiles

CHAPTERS!

one

two

TAGLIST!

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「 MISSED YOU ON THE WAY OUT ! 」 . . . 📂

queers ; profiles

professional gatekeeper, girlboss, and gaslighter

social media doomscrollers

met on a twitter thread.. 💔

none of them stream, but san and woo have gained a good following from their posts

y/n does not! he wants to be mysterious

not nonchalant however 👎

meow

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Hi! I hope you're doing good. I love your writing for Billy and Stu. Could write something about them dating a reader who is really nice and sweet, the kind of guy to be known for having a heart of gold, volunteers, tutors students who have a hard time with schools, is always nice to everyone and, obviously, has no idea they are killers. They are very protective of him as they believe he is too good and too soft but one day, someone is bullying a younger kid and not only the reader interferes, which was expected, but he actually kicks the bully's ass and Billy and Stu are just staring in absolute delight as the reader beats the hell out of the other guy because they absolutely love to see their boyfriend has some violence in him.

「 GOODY TWO SHOES ! 」 . . . 📂

scream : billy loomis, stu macher

w.c n/a

⊹˚.⋆ synopsis . . . Your boyfriends, Billy and Stu won’t quit trying to get your attention during your tutoring session. When you return after feeding their attention deprivation, your session gets rudely interrupted by some guys bullying the boy you were tutoring.

⊹˚.⋆ starring . . . billy loomis, stu macher, & male reader

Stu and Billy sat beside you in the library, looming over the poor boy you were tutoring. You could practically see the dark, purple aura floating off of them, suffocating the room. No matter how many time you told them it was just tutoring, they always clung to you claiming they had to supervise. Despite all the very many times you rolled your eyes, and told the boys you could handle yourself; they would simply smirk to themselves with a secretive look shared between them before claiming they were your bodyguards, and that they were “experienced” with dealing trouble. Whatever that meant.

The boy was a junior who had to been begging for help with pre-calc around the student council meetings. As the president of student council, who were you to deny him? Ever since freshman year, you had tutored most of your peers. Even upperclassmen. Tutoring was even how you met your boyfriends. Stu needed it, but Billy was just too lazy to do his work. Still true to this day despite your golden boy influence on the two.

You were explaining some concept that went over both Billy and Stu’s head. Stu kept kicking your shin, egging you on to play footsy with him. Billy smirked at the way your brow kept furrowing with frustration at Stu’s antics before you cursed under your breath, and excused yourself from the table. You pushed yourself up from the table with a forced grin, one that passed as genuine but didn’t reach your eyes like usual, “I’m gonna take a moment to talk to my friends, Bradley. I’ll be right back, promise! Keep working on questions 4-6! I’ll check your work later. You got this!”

The boy nodded before bunkering down and starting the questions, you began to move past the various towering shelves with Billy and Stu walking smugly behind you. When you guys found a good corner, you flopped down onto a bean bag chair. Like a golden retriever with no concept of personal space, Stu flopped down onto your lap while Billy moved to lean against the bean bag right beside you.

You pouted as you pressed your forehead against Stu’s shoulder blade, whining playfully, “I love you guys, but why can’t you guys let me tutor in peace?”

Stu laughed, “What if someone tries to take advantage of our precious little golden boy? Tutoring is code for anal, isn’t that right, Bill?” Stu’s words shocked you, causing you to cough on your disbelief before turning to Billy, “He’s joking, right?!”

“Only when [Name’s] tutoring me it does,” Billy replied teasingly as he wrapped his arm around your tensed shoulders.

“Anal without me?!” Stu whined loudly before you clasped your hand over his mouth. “Guys you can’t say I’m doing anal with anyone! Especially out loud! In a library.”

Billy pressed his long fingers against your spine, almost counting your vertebrae as he ran them down your back. “Why? Will they think you got some anal disease, and you can’t donate all your organs to the little orphans?” He snarked.

“Be nice to me guys. And I’ve donated blood. No organs yet.” You sigh as you glance back at Billy exasperated.

“Can I have your spleen?” Stu piped up from behind your hand.

“Why do you need my spleen?” You exclaimed with disgust. “Let’s just go back. I have two more questions. Don’t you guys have something anyways? It’s the anniversary of..?”

Billy gave Stu a look that escaped your attention, but whatever the anniversary was did need to get attended to. After all, it was time for their big plan. Billy pressed a kiss and a tiny bite against your neck. His nose tickled as he held the feeling of his lips pressed against your skin. “Yeah, me and Stu have some business to take care of. Go straight home after this. I’ll be at your window later.”

Before you can speak, Stu adds in, “Me too!”

You nod, setting a mental note to leave the window open while you finish your AP Gov homework tonight before remembering that they never did truly tell you what their big plan was, “What are you guys doing anyways?”

“Unfinished business,” Billy said plainly before standing up and stretching. Stu kissed your cheek before clambering out of your lap and pushing himself up to Billy’s side. “Love you, baby!”

You waved them off sweetly as the two walked out of the library, returning to your tutoring session. Bradley was gone, yet his things were still at the table. You glanced around before catching sight of 3 guys towering over the junior, obviously tormenting the boy. You stormed towards them with the pre calc textbook in hand. “Excuse me? You’re interrupting our session.”

The guys turned around to face you with a mean smile. “Shouldve known it was you tutoring this faggot. Goody two shoes.”

“What did you say?” You said angrily. Your nose was scrunched in anger at the slur, and the bullying of the boy behind them. God, you hated guys like these.

“Faggot,” the guy repeated.

Before he could snicker at your fuming face, you had taken the hefty textbook to his face, slapping him with all your strength. He knocked himself against one of the book shelves, a couple books falling of the shelves. You would pick them up later. It was the right thing to do. So was teaching these guys a lesson.

The other two began to approach you to avenge the one you had hit with the textbook, but you had began to move to hit them too. You didn’t condone violence in the slightest, but this is what it had come to. One tried to lunge at you but you shoved the textbook into his stomach, causing him to curl in pain. The other tried to rip the book out of your grasp, but you managed to kick him off. Distracted with the two boys, you couldn’t keep your attention on the original guy who you slapped. He was moving to punch the back of your head before getting his head smashed into the wall by a familiar hand. Stu held his bleeding head against the wall, “Now, why would you do that? Gonna get your ass kicked by more than a textbook.”

Billy pressed his chest against your back as he glared at the others, an unbeknownst knife pointed at them from behind you. “Leave before things get worse. That includes you too.” He said to Bradley, not wanting your attention fixated on any guys except him and Stu. Especially after how much he enjoyed seeing you kick their asses. All he wanted was to steal you for themselves.

The four squabbled out before you could say anything, or give Bradley his textbook back. You went to ran after Bradley to check up on him as he hurried away anxiously, but were cornered by your boyfriends. Billy cupped your chin, “Don’t focus on him. Focus on me, alright?” Stu, right beside Billy, slid his large hand onto the small of your back, teasing the fabric of the sweater you were wearing.

“But.. his stuff. And he’s hurt! I have a first aid kit, and I need to apologize. I.. gosh, how could that happen!” You exclaimed stress. Stu chuckled, “I don’t know, but god it was hot! Who knew our sweet boy had it in him to hit anyone.”

“It wasn’t like that. I’m not violent,” you defended guiltily.

“That makes it even better,” Stu said,

biting his lip.

You glanced away embarrassed, feeling your face heat up in embarrassment. Billy forced your gaze back up, his hand still cupping your jaw. “Don’t be shy. We liked it. A lot.”

“You guys are weird. It was just the right thing to do.”

Billy and Stu shared another look before Billy started to ruffle your hair. “Always the hero. That’s why you got us, huh? To do your dirty work.”

“I-“ you began to try and deny the claim before falling silent upon the terrifying look in their eyes. “What do you guys mean?”

Stu started to almost laugh uncontrollably before kissing all of your face, “Oh, sweet boy, just know we’ll handle all of this. Don’t want anything worrying that pretty head of yours.”

The two began to stalk off suddenly, leaving you bewildered at your own actions and their odd behavior. What did they mean they’ll handle it?

Surely they wouldn’t hurt them. Or worse. Right?

✎ notes . . . this kinda sucks so I’m sorry— wrote this in a quick way to get my overthinking and laziness out of the way, but I hope you enjoy it!

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Hi! I hope you're doing good. I love your writing for Billy and Stu. Could write something about them dating a reader who is really nice and sweet, the kind of guy to be known for having a heart of gold, volunteers, tutors students who have a hard time with schools, is always nice to everyone and, obviously, has no idea they are killers. They are very protective of him as they believe he is too good and too soft but one day, someone is bullying a younger kid and not only the reader interferes, which was expected, but he actually kicks the bully's ass and Billy and Stu are just staring in absolute delight as the reader beats the hell out of the other guy because they absolutely love to see their boyfriend has some violence in him.

「 GOODY TWO SHOES ! 」 . . . 📂

scream : billy loomis, stu macher

w.c n/a

⊹˚.⋆ synopsis . . . Your boyfriends, Billy and Stu won’t quit trying to get your attention during your tutoring session. When you return after feeding their attention deprivation, your session gets rudely interrupted by some guys bullying the boy you were tutoring.

⊹˚.⋆ starring . . . billy loomis, stu macher, & male reader

Stu and Billy sat beside you in the library, looming over the poor boy you were tutoring. You could practically see the dark, purple aura floating off of them, suffocating the room. No matter how many time you told them it was just tutoring, they always clung to you claiming they had to supervise. Despite all the very many times you rolled your eyes, and told the boys you could handle yourself; they would simply smirk to themselves with a secretive look shared between them before claiming they were your bodyguards, and that they were “experienced” with dealing trouble. Whatever that meant.

The boy was a junior who had to been begging for help with pre-calc around the student council meetings. As the president of student council, who were you to deny him? Ever since freshman year, you had tutored most of your peers. Even upperclassmen. Tutoring was even how you met your boyfriends. Stu needed it, but Billy was just too lazy to do his work. Still true to this day despite your golden boy influence on the two.

You were explaining some concept that went over both Billy and Stu’s head. Stu kept kicking your shin, egging you on to play footsy with him. Billy smirked at the way your brow kept furrowing with frustration at Stu’s antics before you cursed under your breath, and excused yourself from the table. You pushed yourself up from the table with a forced grin, one that passed as genuine but didn’t reach your eyes like usual, “I’m gonna take a moment to talk to my friends, Bradley. I’ll be right back, promise! Keep working on questions 4-6! I’ll check your work later. You got this!”

The boy nodded before bunkering down and starting the questions, you began to move past the various towering shelves with Billy and Stu walking smugly behind you. When you guys found a good corner, you flopped down onto a bean bag chair. Like a golden retriever with no concept of personal space, Stu flopped down onto your lap while Billy moved to lean against the bean bag right beside you.

You pouted as you pressed your forehead against Stu’s shoulder blade, whining playfully, “I love you guys, but why can’t you guys let me tutor in peace?”

Stu laughed, “What if someone tries to take advantage of our precious little golden boy? Tutoring is code for anal, isn’t that right, Bill?” Stu’s words shocked you, causing you to cough on your disbelief before turning to Billy, “He’s joking, right?!”

“Only when [Name’s] tutoring me it does,” Billy replied teasingly as he wrapped his arm around your tensed shoulders.

“Anal without me?!” Stu whined loudly before you clasped your hand over his mouth. “Guys you can’t say I’m doing anal with anyone! Especially out loud! In a library.”

Billy pressed his long fingers against your spine, almost counting your vertebrae as he ran them down your back. “Why? Will they think you got some anal disease, and you can’t donate all your organs to the little orphans?” He snarked.

“Be nice to me guys. And I’ve donated blood. No organs yet.” You sigh as you glance back at Billy exasperated.

“Can I have your spleen?” Stu piped up from behind your hand.

“Why do you need my spleen?” You exclaimed with disgust. “Let’s just go back. I have two more questions. Don’t you guys have something anyways? It’s the anniversary of..?”

Billy gave Stu a look that escaped your attention, but whatever the anniversary was did need to get attended to. After all, it was time for their big plan. Billy pressed a kiss and a tiny bite against your neck. His nose tickled as he held the feeling of his lips pressed against your skin. “Yeah, me and Stu have some business to take care of. Go straight home after this. I’ll be at your window later.”

Before you can speak, Stu adds in, “Me too!”

You nod, setting a mental note to leave the window open while you finish your AP Gov homework tonight before remembering that they never did truly tell you what their big plan was, “What are you guys doing anyways?”

“Unfinished business,” Billy said plainly before standing up and stretching. Stu kissed your cheek before clambering out of your lap and pushing himself up to Billy’s side. “Love you, baby!”

You waved them off sweetly as the two walked out of the library, returning to your tutoring session. Bradley was gone, yet his things were still at the table. You glanced around before catching sight of 3 guys towering over the junior, obviously tormenting the boy. You stormed towards them with the pre calc textbook in hand. “Excuse me? You’re interrupting our session.”

The guys turned around to face you with a mean smile. “Shouldve known it was you tutoring this faggot. Goody two shoes.”

“What did you say?” You said angrily. Your nose was scrunched in anger at the slur, and the bullying of the boy behind them. God, you hated guys like these.

“Faggot,” the guy repeated.

Before he could snicker at your fuming face, you had taken the hefty textbook to his face, slapping him with all your strength. He knocked himself against one of the book shelves, a couple books falling of the shelves. You would pick them up later. It was the right thing to do. So was teaching these guys a lesson.

The other two began to approach you to avenge the one you had hit with the textbook, but you had began to move to hit them too. You didn’t condone violence in the slightest, but this is what it had come to. One tried to lunge at you but you shoved the textbook into his stomach, causing him to curl in pain. The other tried to rip the book out of your grasp, but you managed to kick him off. Distracted with the two boys, you couldn’t keep your attention on the original guy who you slapped. He was moving to punch the back of your head before getting his head smashed into the wall by a familiar hand. Stu held his bleeding head against the wall, “Now, why would you do that? Gonna get your ass kicked by more than a textbook.”

Billy pressed his chest against your back as he glared at the others, an unbeknownst knife pointed at them from behind you. “Leave before things get worse. That includes you too.” He said to Bradley, not wanting your attention fixated on any guys except him and Stu. Especially after how much he enjoyed seeing you kick their asses. All he wanted was to steal you for themselves.

The four squabbled out before you could say anything, or give Bradley his textbook back. You went to ran after Bradley to check up on him as he hurried away anxiously, but were cornered by your boyfriends. Billy cupped your chin, “Don’t focus on him. Focus on me, alright?” Stu, right beside Billy, slid his large hand onto the small of your back, teasing the fabric of the sweater you were wearing.

“But.. his stuff. And he’s hurt! I have a first aid kit, and I need to apologize. I.. gosh, how could that happen!” You exclaimed stress. Stu chuckled, “I don’t know, but god it was hot! Who knew our sweet boy had it in him to hit anyone.”

“It wasn’t like that. I’m not violent,” you defended guiltily.

“That makes it even better,” Stu said,

biting his lip.

You glanced away embarrassed, feeling your face heat up in embarrassment. Billy forced your gaze back up, his hand still cupping your jaw. “Don’t be shy. We liked it. A lot.”

“You guys are weird. It was just the right thing to do.”

Billy and Stu shared another look before Billy started to ruffle your hair. “Always the hero. That’s why you got us, huh? To do your dirty work.”

“I-“ you began to try and deny the claim before falling silent upon the terrifying look in their eyes. “What do you guys mean?”

Stu started to almost laugh uncontrollably before kissing all of your face, “Oh, sweet boy, just know we’ll handle all of this. Don’t want anything worrying that pretty head of yours.”

The two began to stalk off suddenly, leaving you bewildered at your own actions and their odd behavior. What did they mean they’ll handle it?

Surely they wouldn’t hurt them. Or worse. Right?

✎ notes . . . this kinda sucks so I’m sorry— wrote this in a quick way to get my overthinking and laziness out of the way, but I hope you enjoy it!

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Did you know your smau series for Heesung has Sunghoon’s picture on the masterlist? Just in case you didn’t lmfao

I’m aware lol 😭 it was mainly for aesthetic purposes, but i had considered a little love triangle with hoon that just never happened

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「 SEVEN PLAYER GAME ! 」 . . . 📂

eleven. smau

⊹˚.⋆ starring . . . heeseung x male reader smau!

⊹˚.⋆ synopsis . . . A member of the prominent youtube group “ENHYPEN” accidentally donates a significant amount of money to a very well-known gaming creator sparking rumors and forced collaborations by their managements.

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「 SEVEN PLAYER GAME ! 」 . . . 📂

twelve. smau + written

⊹˚.⋆ starring . . . heeseung x male reader smau!

⊹˚.⋆ synopsis . . . A member of the prominent youtube group “ENHYPEN” accidentally donates a significant amount of money to a very well-known gaming creator sparking rumors and forced collaborations by their managements.

The rumors were true. Ni-ki’s parties were truly one of a kind.

The alcohol buzzed in your mouth as you sipped on the solo red cup in your grasp. Your nose scrunched a little as you swallowed the liquid down. Alcohol was never your forte. Yet here you were. The music boomed loudly in your ears, forming a headache. The energy was suffocating. How couldn’t it be though? This was a Ni-ki party— infamous in their intensity.

The lights were dim and multicolored, LEDs being the only lights in the house. Seductive reds, chaotic greens, and dreamy blues had turned the house into a club. That, along with the alcohol supplied. When you had entered the kitchen earlier on in the night, pushing past the flirting couples and the drink hoggers, there had been a large arrangement of jellow shots, bottles you couldn’t even name, and more red solo cups than you could count.

Everyone was caught up in the revelry, but your mind had been elsewhere for a while. You had done your cameo for Ni-ki’s vlog maybe 30 minutes ago, so you had taken it upon yourself to sit down on the couch and people watch. People you’ve only heard of through various social media platforms littered around the living room playing various drinking games, socializing, etc. However, none of them were of your concern. Only one person was, and he wasn’t even there.

Sipping on your drink once more, your eyes scanned the room for Heeseung. He was supposed to be here, yet he had been absent since the party started. You pushed yourself off the couch with annoyance. You did your cameo, and now you just wanted to hang out with a familiar face who wasn’t the star of the party— surrounded by people. Where was Heeseung?

Going up the stairs of the familiar house, you went to his door. Turning the doorknob, your entrance was rejected. The room was locked. Your fist pounded on the door as you yelled out, “Hee! Let me in!” An annoyed look was displayed upon your face, ready to get away from the scene downstairs.

Thankfully, the door was quick to open, and you smiled at the boy before you. His doe eyes were wide as you pushed past him, sitting upon his bed. It was comfy, and you let out a sigh of relief as you relaxed into the plush blanket laid out on-top of his comforter. “Y/N?” Hee asked as he shut the door. He locked it once more before crossing to sit with you. His eyes traced your appearance, catching sight of the cup in your hand, “Why aren’t you downstairs?” Heeseung smiled cheekily as he said this. He nodded his gaze down to your drink, obviously sensing you were just partying moments prior.

You sipped on your cup teasingly, a smile spread across your lips as you faced him, before replying with a shrug and a plain, “Too much for me. Plus, I wanted to see a familiar face that wasn’t flocked by more people than I can count.” Heeseung chuckled, his nose scrunching cutely, “Fair.”

You bumped your shoulder against his, “You? I was looking for you, you know.”

Heeseung coughed a little in shock. You were looking for him? He couldn’t help the giddy smile that spread across his face before looking away from you towards his gaming set up. “I’m on Fontaine.. I got a little too absorbed.” He said embarrassed, but the way your eyes lit up gave away how his answer seemed to please you. You jumped up and headed to his computer, seeing a shot of Furina speaking to the Traveler.

“It’s the best written region, so I don’t blame you.” You said as you leaned against his chair facing him, now turned away from the computer screen. You had a wide smile, and Heeseung stared at you with a glazed look in his gaze. Just like your streams, there you were smiling so delightfully over this game. Yet you weren’t a computer screen away, and Heeseung wasn’t hidden behind a username. He was here. In front of you. And you didn’t seem to mind at all. In fact, you came to him. Him. Heeseung. Not even y/nsupremacy ever got this pleasure.

Heeseung had followed in your steps as he nodded, and stood in front of you. His eyes traced your face before flickering from your lips to your eyes. Your hair was styled nicely, sticking to your aesthetic but fitting the vibe of the party. It looked so soft. Heeseung couldn’t help the way he leaned in further towards you, almost wanting to plant himself close enough to feel it. Then his eyes drifted, you had two nice necklaces framing your neck. God, was your neck pretty. And your outfit? He always had admired your style, and it was true you always dressed well. Especially now. As his eyes lingered, he spoke softly, “Mhm… You look nice, by the way.”

“Thanks, I probably smell like booze and sweat though. Ruins the whole thing, huh?” You joked, still not the most responsive to his flirtations. It still felt awkward for you, knowing your history, but Heeseung only knew the tip of the iceberg. Since he clearly didn’t remember, you remarked in your head bitterly. Despite, trying to brush it off, it still hurt thinking about the past. You sighed as you glanced from the floor back up to Heeseung. His gaze was scarily intense, and his brows creased in frustration. Noticing you making eye contact with him, Heeseung shook his head as he leaned in, towering over you with an odd expression. “Not at all. Never.”

Your mouth opened to respond, yet nothing came out. Heeseung was usually rather.. awkward or even shy around you. Which made sense. How could he act suave when you very clearly didn’t like him in the slightest? Yet things had changed over the past couple of weeks. You seemed to tolerate him, at bare minimum. Enjoy his presence even. I mean, who calls every night, plays each other’s favorite video games, and stares at each other like that if they didn’t? So maybe that’s why he was behaving like this.

He fixated on you as he waited for you to say… well, anything. Your eyes, you hair, you. Anything to give away whatever was going on inside that head of yours. He frowned a little. Why were you so unresponsive all the time? It frustrated him. The progress gained from you hating him to those small moments between you two where you seem to return even an inkling of his feelings surely meant something, so why were you still keeping him at a distance? What were you hiding? What had you been hiding? Why didn’t you like him?

He closed his eyes as he thought. You came up to his room for a reason, right? The way you’re looking at him has to mean something. Surely, you don’t hate him anymore? Maybe he isn’t delusional. Maybe you wanted this even a little bit. Maybe this isn’t just for clout cause he made that stupid, stupid comment. His eyes flickered back to your lips before licking his own, testing something, “What would you do if I kissed you right now?”

“You— what??” You say shocked as you stumble back a little, yet your back hits against his gaming chair. Your chest heaved slightly as you processed his sudden words. “You’re gonna what?”

“Kiss you.” He said firmly.

“I.. well. I would—“ You paused as you stared back at him with wide eyes. Why was he asking that? You looked off to side before dragging your gaze to his shoes. Quietly, you whispered, “I guess, I would kiss you back.”

Heeseung’s brows furrowed slightly before he leaned down to brush his nose against yours. Not how he expected you to answer. He expected a dumb joke, a diversion, yet you answered him. “Promise?”

Despite the air catching in your lungs, you nodded as your eyes flickered to meet his lips, barely touching yours. “Promise.”

Heeseung smirked a little before sliding his lips against yours before a soft smile spread across his face, his teeth clashing against the soft surface of your lips. He hummed as his dreams came true. Months of fantasizing of feeling your lips finally coming true. The kiss, tentative and hesitant, a soft brush of your lips upon each other, ignited those feelings boxed away. Your hands grasped onto Heeseung’s broad shoulders as you couldn’t help the tears that spilt from your lips. They fell into the kiss, turning the sweet softness of it salty. Heeseung hummed as he tasted your tears, peaking his tongue out against the plush feel of your bottom lip. His eyes fluttered open as his hands caressed your face, “Why are you crying? Did you not like it? Did you not wanting to kiss me? Fuck, y/n.”

More streams poured from your eyes, but you smiled that charming, lopsided grin that made Heeseung’s knees weak. You moved your hands from his shoulders to wipe away your tears embarrassed— just like the first time you had kissed him. He still didn’t remember. Maybe you thought that sense of Deja Vu would hit. Heeseung’s hand, large and warm and cradling your cheek moved up and met yours. He cupped the hand that you had used to wipe your tears before kissing your cheek. “Why are you crying?” He asked again, softly. Begging, almost.

“You don’t remember,” you replied, “I do. I still do, and I always have. I can’t forget it. Even though it was so insanely long ago. I can’t. Yet you can.”

Heeseung held your hand tighter, “What? What did I do? Tell me, please.”

You laughed before glancing up, into those eyes that had taunted you for years. “Middle school, there was that party. You didn’t know me. I was the weird emo kid who played FNAF in the back? Ring a bell?”

Heeseung’s eyes went wide, “I do remember.” His eyes scanned your face, seeking the resemblance. It was your sister’s party. His older brother had been invited, but their parents were out of town, so he dragged Hee along. Heeseung hated it. All these kids he didn’t know, the smell, the noise. He just wanted to go him and play on his computer.

“I.. I had walked into that random room with the FNAF poster, and there you were.” He said breathlessly, “You were watching some anime, and I was so nervous. Yet you patted that spot next to you, and we sat and binged the whole series for like two hours!”

You nodded, “And?”

“And.. and,” he murmured as the pieces clicked in his head. “Our hands touched.”

“Yup, and you looked down, yelled I had cooties and ran away,” you remarked with a bitter laugh. “Then before I even knew it, I was the kid with gay cooties who no one wanted to be friends with in school.”

Heeseung gulped nervously, “I can’t believe I forgot that was you.” His eyes now looked sad and more doe-like than ever. That was you. Weird gay, FNAF kid was you.

You bit your lip before continuing, “I know you weren’t the ones spreading the rumors. I know you probably only told your bother or your friends, but they ended up spreading it. I was bullied relentlessly. It was awful. I ended up moving schools.” You sighed. “And it got worse. I.. I tried apologizing to you for fuck sakes! Remember that?”

Heeseung’s eyes almost popped out of his head. Behind the school. You stood shaking like a little lost puppy, playing with your sweater sleeves as you whimpered out that apology. He didn’t know his friends were there. He didn’t know that they had followed you. Yet they did, and that’s when they snuck on you two. Pushed you. Into Heeseung. And you two had kissed.

“You kissed me.” He said softly as his thumb rubbed your hand comfortingly. It was awful. Your lips were chapped. And the audience was no help. The little boys laughed as you pushed yourself off of Heeseung, and ran away crying. God, it was humiliating.

“Glad you remember now,” you remarked with an awkward chuckle. “Had to retell you my middle school nightmare for you to.”

Heeseung faltered, “So that’s why you hated me.” His brain was wrapping around the information, taking it in word after word.

“After first,” you started, “I didn’t blame you directly, but it was hard. I thought we could’ve been friends. And even though I knew it probably wasn’t you spreading those rumors, I was still wandering about it. That you made everyone hate me even more just cause I accidentally held your hand. I had no friends before then, and it just got worse after that. It’s why I started streaming in the first place— I just wanted friends. Luckily, it worked out after a couple years. Plus, I meet Lix and Chan.”

Heeseung nodded, “And I didn’t even recognize you.” He laughed in disbelief. How didn’t he recognize you? Yeah, you had moved schools, but he never even noticed.

“So when you hit on me about a year ago… I was pissed. I couldn’t help the resentment towards you that had built up. I thought you were doing it on purpose. To humiliate me all over again.” You told him honestly, ignoring the heavy feeling in your heart.

Heeseung immediately shook his head wildly, “No! No! Not at all! I thought you were so cool and beautiful and awesome and—“ Your hand cupped his mouth as you smiled up at him softly, “I know.”

“Now,” you finished with a little eye roll, “Not then. That’s why I avoided you. Hated you, even.”

“Cause of those rumors,” he said understandingly.

“And,” you said awkwardly, “You were kind of my gay awakening. That night in my room? I held your hand on purpose, and it backfired. Then that kiss? I liked it!”

“What?” Heeseung said with a boisterous laugh. “You were my gay awakening. When I found your streams? You changed my brain chemistry. Girls, girls, girls to just you.”

“So, I guess we’re even,” you said awkwardly. The conversation was bound to happen, yet you still hated it. Hated having to admit everything behind why you acted that way you did towards him. Heeseung nodded before he took his hand from your face, and moving it away. Then he hugged you. Strong, comfortingly. He hugged you. “I’m sorry.”

“I know. I’ve known that for a while.” You say teasingly. “I forgave you before I even knew I forgave you.”

Heeseung quirked his brows as he smiled, “What does that mean?”

“I think I always kinda held feelings for you even in my little ‘I hate Heeseung’ era.” You say embarrassed as you lean your forehead into Heeseung’s chest. “Chan and Felix called it.”

“Then you’re right— we’re even,” he said softly as he pressed a kiss to the center of your head. “Cause I’ve had feelings for you even when I felt like you hated me, and I never had a chance.”

“You had a chance,” you snickered. “Obviously, I let you kiss me.”

Heeseung rolled his eyes before tickling your sides, forcing you to burst out of his grasp in a fit of giggles. After pausing his touch against your sides, he ran his fingers through his hair, pushing his bangs back away from his forehead. “You did not make it obvious!”

“That’s cause you didn’t see my private Twitter!” You exclaimed with a joyous laugh. “Felix and Chan were dogging on me for them!”

Heeseung wrapped his arms back around you, “I’ll have to ask them about it sometime then.”

You huffed before letting yourself melt into his hold. It felt nice. Nice to admit your feelings. Nice to bury the past. Nice to be here. To be his.

“Does this mean I can hard launch us?” You said mischievously.

“Yeah.” Heeseung laughed before kissing you once again. With a joy that surged from his body to yours. You smiled harder than ever before backing away, “And I’ll let you meet my cats.”

“Yes!”

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「 SEVEN PLAYER GAME ! 」 . . . 📂

twelve. smau + written

⊹˚.⋆ starring . . . heeseung x male reader smau!

⊹˚.⋆ synopsis . . . A member of the prominent youtube group “ENHYPEN” accidentally donates a significant amount of money to a very well-known gaming creator sparking rumors and forced collaborations by their managements.

The rumors were true. Ni-ki’s parties were truly one of a kind.

The alcohol buzzed in your mouth as you sipped on the solo red cup in your grasp. Your nose scrunched a little as you swallowed the liquid down. Alcohol was never your forte. Yet here you were. The music boomed loudly in your ears, forming a headache. The energy was suffocating. How couldn’t it be though? This was a Ni-ki party— infamous in their intensity.

The lights were dim and multicolored, LEDs being the only lights in the house. Seductive reds, chaotic greens, and dreamy blues had turned the house into a club. That, along with the alcohol supplied. When you had entered the kitchen earlier on in the night, pushing past the flirting couples and the drink hoggers, there had been a large arrangement of jellow shots, bottles you couldn’t even name, and more red solo cups than you could count.

Everyone was caught up in the revelry, but your mind had been elsewhere for a while. You had done your cameo for Ni-ki’s vlog maybe 30 minutes ago, so you had taken it upon yourself to sit down on the couch and people watch. People you’ve only heard of through various social media platforms littered around the living room playing various drinking games, socializing, etc. However, none of them were of your concern. Only one person was, and he wasn’t even there.

Sipping on your drink once more, your eyes scanned the room for Heeseung. He was supposed to be here, yet he had been absent since the party started. You pushed yourself off the couch with annoyance. You did your cameo, and now you just wanted to hang out with a familiar face who wasn’t the star of the party— surrounded by people. Where was Heeseung?

Going up the stairs of the familiar house, you went to his door. Turning the doorknob, your entrance was rejected. The room was locked. Your fist pounded on the door as you yelled out, “Hee! Let me in!” An annoyed look was displayed upon your face, ready to get away from the scene downstairs.

Thankfully, the door was quick to open, and you smiled at the boy before you. His doe eyes were wide as you pushed past him, sitting upon his bed. It was comfy, and you let out a sigh of relief as you relaxed into the plush blanket laid out on-top of his comforter. “Y/N?” Hee asked as he shut the door. He locked it once more before crossing to sit with you. His eyes traced your appearance, catching sight of the cup in your hand, “Why aren’t you downstairs?” Heeseung smiled cheekily as he said this. He nodded his gaze down to your drink, obviously sensing you were just partying moments prior.

You sipped on your cup teasingly, a smile spread across your lips as you faced him, before replying with a shrug and a plain, “Too much for me. Plus, I wanted to see a familiar face that wasn’t flocked by more people than I can count.” Heeseung chuckled, his nose scrunching cutely, “Fair.”

You bumped your shoulder against his, “You? I was looking for you, you know.”

Heeseung coughed a little in shock. You were looking for him? He couldn’t help the giddy smile that spread across his face before looking away from you towards his gaming set up. “I’m on Fontaine.. I got a little too absorbed.” He said embarrassed, but the way your eyes lit up gave away how his answer seemed to please you. You jumped up and headed to his computer, seeing a shot of Furina speaking to the Traveler.

“It’s the best written region, so I don’t blame you.” You said as you leaned against his chair facing him, now turned away from the computer screen. You had a wide smile, and Heeseung stared at you with a glazed look in his gaze. Just like your streams, there you were smiling so delightfully over this game. Yet you weren’t a computer screen away, and Heeseung wasn’t hidden behind a username. He was here. In front of you. And you didn’t seem to mind at all. In fact, you came to him. Him. Heeseung. Not even y/nsupremacy ever got this pleasure.

Heeseung had followed in your steps as he nodded, and stood in front of you. His eyes traced your face before flickering from your lips to your eyes. Your hair was styled nicely, sticking to your aesthetic but fitting the vibe of the party. It looked so soft. Heeseung couldn’t help the way he leaned in further towards you, almost wanting to plant himself close enough to feel it. Then his eyes drifted, you had two nice necklaces framing your neck. God, was your neck pretty. And your outfit? He always had admired your style, and it was true you always dressed well. Especially now. As his eyes lingered, he spoke softly, “Mhm… You look nice, by the way.”

“Thanks, I probably smell like booze and sweat though. Ruins the whole thing, huh?” You joked, still not the most responsive to his flirtations. It still felt awkward for you, knowing your history, but Heeseung only knew the tip of the iceberg. Since he clearly didn’t remember, you remarked in your head bitterly. Despite, trying to brush it off, it still hurt thinking about the past. You sighed as you glanced from the floor back up to Heeseung. His gaze was scarily intense, and his brows creased in frustration. Noticing you making eye contact with him, Heeseung shook his head as he leaned in, towering over you with an odd expression. “Not at all. Never.”

Your mouth opened to respond, yet nothing came out. Heeseung was usually rather.. awkward or even shy around you. Which made sense. How could he act suave when you very clearly didn’t like him in the slightest? Yet things had changed over the past couple of weeks. You seemed to tolerate him, at bare minimum. Enjoy his presence even. I mean, who calls every night, plays each other’s favorite video games, and stares at each other like that if they didn’t? So maybe that’s why he was behaving like this.

He fixated on you as he waited for you to say… well, anything. Your eyes, you hair, you. Anything to give away whatever was going on inside that head of yours. He frowned a little. Why were you so unresponsive all the time? It frustrated him. The progress gained from you hating him to those small moments between you two where you seem to return even an inkling of his feelings surely meant something, so why were you still keeping him at a distance? What were you hiding? What had you been hiding? Why didn’t you like him?

He closed his eyes as he thought. You came up to his room for a reason, right? The way you’re looking at him has to mean something. Surely, you don’t hate him anymore? Maybe he isn’t delusional. Maybe you wanted this even a little bit. Maybe this isn’t just for clout cause he made that stupid, stupid comment. His eyes flickered back to your lips before licking his own, testing something, “What would you do if I kissed you right now?”

“You— what??” You say shocked as you stumble back a little, yet your back hits against his gaming chair. Your chest heaved slightly as you processed his sudden words. “You’re gonna what?”

“Kiss you.” He said firmly.

“I.. well. I would—“ You paused as you stared back at him with wide eyes. Why was he asking that? You looked off to side before dragging your gaze to his shoes. Quietly, you whispered, “I guess, I would kiss you back.”

Heeseung’s brows furrowed slightly before he leaned down to brush his nose against yours. Not how he expected you to answer. He expected a dumb joke, a diversion, yet you answered him. “Promise?”

Despite the air catching in your lungs, you nodded as your eyes flickered to meet his lips, barely touching yours. “Promise.”

Heeseung smirked a little before sliding his lips against yours before a soft smile spread across his face, his teeth clashing against the soft surface of your lips. He hummed as his dreams came true. Months of fantasizing of feeling your lips finally coming true. The kiss, tentative and hesitant, a soft brush of your lips upon each other, ignited those feelings boxed away. Your hands grasped onto Heeseung’s broad shoulders as you couldn’t help the tears that spilt from your lips. They fell into the kiss, turning the sweet softness of it salty. Heeseung hummed as he tasted your tears, peaking his tongue out against the plush feel of your bottom lip. His eyes fluttered open as his hands caressed your face, “Why are you crying? Did you not like it? Did you not wanting to kiss me? Fuck, y/n.”

More streams poured from your eyes, but you smiled that charming, lopsided grin that made Heeseung’s knees weak. You moved your hands from his shoulders to wipe away your tears embarrassed— just like the first time you had kissed him. He still didn’t remember. Maybe you thought that sense of Deja Vu would hit. Heeseung’s hand, large and warm and cradling your cheek moved up and met yours. He cupped the hand that you had used to wipe your tears before kissing your cheek. “Why are you crying?” He asked again, softly. Begging, almost.

“You don’t remember,” you replied, “I do. I still do, and I always have. I can’t forget it. Even though it was so insanely long ago. I can’t. Yet you can.”

Heeseung held your hand tighter, “What? What did I do? Tell me, please.”

You laughed before glancing up, into those eyes that had taunted you for years. “Middle school, there was that party. You didn’t know me. I was the weird emo kid who played FNAF in the back? Ring a bell?”

Heeseung’s eyes went wide, “I do remember.” His eyes scanned your face, seeking the resemblance. It was your sister’s party. His older brother had been invited, but their parents were out of town, so he dragged Hee along. Heeseung hated it. All these kids he didn’t know, the smell, the noise. He just wanted to go him and play on his computer.

“I.. I had walked into that random room with the FNAF poster, and there you were.” He said breathlessly, “You were watching some anime, and I was so nervous. Yet you patted that spot next to you, and we sat and binged the whole series for like two hours!”

You nodded, “And?”

“And.. and,” he murmured as the pieces clicked in his head. “Our hands touched.”

“Yup, and you looked down, yelled I had cooties and ran away,” you remarked with a bitter laugh. “Then before I even knew it, I was the kid with gay cooties who no one wanted to be friends with in school.”

Heeseung gulped nervously, “I can’t believe I forgot that was you.” His eyes now looked sad and more doe-like than ever. That was you. Weird gay, FNAF kid was you.

You bit your lip before continuing, “I know you weren’t the ones spreading the rumors. I know you probably only told your bother or your friends, but they ended up spreading it. I was bullied relentlessly. It was awful. I ended up moving schools.” You sighed. “And it got worse. I.. I tried apologizing to you for fuck sakes! Remember that?”

Heeseung’s eyes almost popped out of his head. Behind the school. You stood shaking like a little lost puppy, playing with your sweater sleeves as you whimpered out that apology. He didn’t know his friends were there. He didn’t know that they had followed you. Yet they did, and that’s when they snuck on you two. Pushed you. Into Heeseung. And you two had kissed.

“You kissed me.” He said softly as his thumb rubbed your hand comfortingly. It was awful. Your lips were chapped. And the audience was no help. The little boys laughed as you pushed yourself off of Heeseung, and ran away crying. God, it was humiliating.

“Glad you remember now,” you remarked with an awkward chuckle. “Had to retell you my middle school nightmare for you to.”

Heeseung faltered, “So that’s why you hated me.” His brain was wrapping around the information, taking it in word after word.

“After first,” you started, “I didn’t blame you directly, but it was hard. I thought we could’ve been friends. And even though I knew it probably wasn’t you spreading those rumors, I was still wandering about it. That you made everyone hate me even more just cause I accidentally held your hand. I had no friends before then, and it just got worse after that. It’s why I started streaming in the first place— I just wanted friends. Luckily, it worked out after a couple years. Plus, I meet Lix and Chan.”

Heeseung nodded, “And I didn’t even recognize you.” He laughed in disbelief. How didn’t he recognize you? Yeah, you had moved schools, but he never even noticed.

“So when you hit on me about a year ago… I was pissed. I couldn’t help the resentment towards you that had built up. I thought you were doing it on purpose. To humiliate me all over again.” You told him honestly, ignoring the heavy feeling in your heart.

Heeseung immediately shook his head wildly, “No! No! Not at all! I thought you were so cool and beautiful and awesome and—“ Your hand cupped his mouth as you smiled up at him softly, “I know.”

“Now,” you finished with a little eye roll, “Not then. That’s why I avoided you. Hated you, even.”

“Cause of those rumors,” he said understandingly.

“And,” you said awkwardly, “You were kind of my gay awakening. That night in my room? I held your hand on purpose, and it backfired. Then that kiss? I liked it!”

“What?” Heeseung said with a boisterous laugh. “You were my gay awakening. When I found your streams? You changed my brain chemistry. Girls, girls, girls to just you.”

“So, I guess we’re even,” you said awkwardly. The conversation was bound to happen, yet you still hated it. Hated having to admit everything behind why you acted that way you did towards him. Heeseung nodded before he took his hand from your face, and moving it away. Then he hugged you. Strong, comfortingly. He hugged you. “I’m sorry.”

“I know. I’ve known that for a while.” You say teasingly. “I forgave you before I even knew I forgave you.”

Heeseung quirked his brows as he smiled, “What does that mean?”

“I think I always kinda held feelings for you even in my little ‘I hate Heeseung’ era.” You say embarrassed as you lean your forehead into Heeseung’s chest. “Chan and Felix called it.”

“Then you’re right— we’re even,” he said softly as he pressed a kiss to the center of your head. “Cause I’ve had feelings for you even when I felt like you hated me, and I never had a chance.”

“You had a chance,” you snickered. “Obviously, I let you kiss me.”

Heeseung rolled his eyes before tickling your sides, forcing you to burst out of his grasp in a fit of giggles. After pausing his touch against your sides, he ran his fingers through his hair, pushing his bangs back away from his forehead. “You did not make it obvious!”

“That’s cause you didn’t see my private Twitter!” You exclaimed with a joyous laugh. “Felix and Chan were dogging on me for them!”

Heeseung wrapped his arms back around you, “I’ll have to ask them about it sometime then.”

You huffed before letting yourself melt into his hold. It felt nice. Nice to admit your feelings. Nice to bury the past. Nice to be here. To be his.

“Does this mean I can hard launch us?” You said mischievously.

“Yeah.” Heeseung laughed before kissing you once again. With a joy that surged from his body to yours. You smiled harder than ever before backing away, “And I’ll let you meet my cats.”

“Yes!”

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hi! i wanted to ask if your taglist for 7 player game is open?

YES OFC ☃️

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Hellooo, is the seven player taglist still open? Can I possibly be added as well?

I added u :)!!

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「 SEVEN PLAYER GAME ! 」 . . . 📂

eleven. smau

⊹˚.⋆ starring . . . heeseung x male reader smau!

⊹˚.⋆ synopsis . . . A member of the prominent youtube group “ENHYPEN” accidentally donates a significant amount of money to a very well-known gaming creator sparking rumors and forced collaborations by their managements.

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「 SEVEN PLAYER GAME ! 」 . . . 📂

ten. smau

⊹˚.⋆ starring . . . heeseung x male reader smau!

⊹˚.⋆ synopsis . . . A member of the prominent youtube group “ENHYPEN” accidentally donates a significant amount of money to a very well-known gaming creator sparking rumors and forced collaborations by their managements.

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「 SEVEN PLAYER GAME ! 」 . . . 📂

nine. smau

⊹˚.⋆ starring . . . heeseung x male reader smau!

⊹˚.⋆ synopsis . . . A member of the prominent youtube group “ENHYPEN” accidentally donates a significant amount of money to a very well-known gaming creator sparking rumors and forced collaborations by their managements.

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「 SEVEN PLAYER GAME ! 」 . . . 📂

eight. smau + written

⊹˚.⋆ starring . . . heeseung x male reader smau!

⊹˚.⋆ synopsis . . . A member of the prominent youtube group “ENHYPEN” accidentally donates a significant amount of money to a very well-known gaming creator sparking rumors and forced collaborations by their managements.

To say things between you and Heeseung were tense was an understatement. The tension between you two made you want to bang your head against the passenger seat window ‘til it broke, and then throw yourself out the car only to be run over repeatedly. He definitely heard you guys, and now you had to deal with even more awkwardness between you two. As if it wasn’t awkward enough before.

His gaze was obvious too. Despite him not full on staring, the very frequent glances in your direction just made you want to melt into the seat. And the few times you guys accidentally made eye contact? You prayed for God to strike you down then and there every single time.

As you prayed for this car ride (which seemed to go on for forever to end), Heeseung cleared his throat. You glanced at him, avoiding his big doe eyes, as his eyes traced your face, searching for anything that gave away what he did to you. How didn’t he even remember?

He stared into your eyes as the two of you pulled up to a red light before letting out an exhale, “I’m sorry.”

“For what?” You asked cautiously, trying to tip toe around him confirming he even knew what he did all those years ago.

Heeseung cursed a little under his breath..

“I don’t know.. but I heard you talking with Felix and Chan. I don’t remember what I did, but trust me, I feel like absolute shit about it because I really like you, y/n.” He said, a hint of desperation laced in his voice.

With wide eyes and bated breath, you struggled with your response. It was obvious Heeseung was into you. You’d have to be an idiot not to realize that by now, but that didn’t mean his crush would go any farther than just a crush. You two didn’t have to have this huge confrontation, and you certainly didn’t have to be vulnerable with him. Not when this weird relationship with him wouldn’t go anywhere beyond collabs and clout chasing. With that to ease your decision, you replied stiffly, “It doesn’t matter, it was years ago. I was stupid for holding a grudge against you for something that insignificant to you. I’m sorry.”

Heeseung let out a little sigh of relief, but he couldn’t ignoring the gnawing feeling in his chest. What did he do to you? As he stared at you, looking angelic through the light streaming from the passenger window, he could see the walls you just built between him and you. Running away from what he did, instead of confronting him wasn’t his ideal way to get over this hurdle between you two, but he didn’t want to ask for more from you now. He didn’t feel entitled to.

The silent ride back to the enhypen house was solemn. When you guys pulled into the driveway, you almost jumped out of the car. Space away from Heeseung felt freeing. Everyone piled into the living room. You sat inbetween Chan and Felix, avoiding being any closer to Heeseung than necessary. Chan felt your stress, and placed his hand on your thigh, soothing you with his familiar touch. You gave him a grateful smile before Jungwon began to speak.

“We got some good content today, but we still need to do the challenge video. And then Y/N is staying the night, right? For the sleepover and Heeseung’s livestream?”

You nodded, “We can discuss the other collabs later. Let me go get my bag from my car.”

Felix and Chan followed you out, glancing back to make sure that the three of you were alone. You leaned against the car door, looking at the two men in front of you with a sullen expression.

“He confronted me about it..”

“And..?” Chan asked you with an awkward smile.

“I just told him to move on from it.”

You can see their disappointed looks. Turning away, you opened your car door and grabbed your bag from the backseat. Slinging it over your shoulder, you took a deep breath. “I’ll see you guys tomorrow to film.”

The boys nodded as they glanced at you sympathetically before getting into the car and driving off. You waved them off from the porch before standing there, simply collecting your nerves. One live stream— one stupid sleepover. It’s not the end of the world. Right?

Entering back into the house, you stood awkwardly in front of them fumbling your fingers as their gazes flickered back and forth between where you stood and Heeseung. There was a tension that was between the members. The shared glances between you and Heeseung made one thing very clear. He told them about what had happened in the car. You held your bag tighter, grimacing at the fact. This was going to be a very long night.

Pushing away some hair that had fallen into your eyes, you decided to be a mature, sensible person. You slung your bag over your shoulder, “So where do I set my stuff?”

Sunoo shot up, and scrambled over to your side. His soft hands steered your body to follow him. “My room,” he said happily before opening the door. You set your back down against the wall, before standing up.

“Thanks!” You said gratefully. Sunoo glanced back into the hallway, trying to see if any members were near before shutting his door. He looked you up and down for a moment, making you feel intimidated by his sharp, fox-like gaze.

“I know you’re not the fondest of Heeseung, but please don’t play with his heart. He’s more sensitive than he appears.” Sunoo said. “He’s my family, you know? They all are.” He rubbed his arm slightly as he eyes made direct contact with yours, “So.. don’t be too hard on him.”

You could feel your pulse quicken, and you quickly stammered out, “I’m not playing with him!”

This was not how you wanted this to go down. Did they all think you were a cold hearted schemer? Just because you didn’t like the guy? You almost wanted to leave the house, and put an end to these collabs. That would show them you’re not a clout chaser.

Yet looking at Sunoo, you could see the concern— not that accusatory look in his eye you had initially panicked about. Who wanted to see their best friend get their heart broken? You bit your lip before sighing. Heeseung deserved better than you to be friendly with him momentarily, and then to shun him.

Sunoo lips pursed for a moment. You could see the gears turning in his head as he tried to decipher what you were thinking. With a little exhale, you clenched the fabric of your jeans, almost desperate to ground yourself. “I’m being completely honest. I’m not playing with him. I’ll clear things up with him. Tonight. I swear.”

It wasn’t what you necessarily wanted to do, but it seemed you had no other choice.. Sunoo stared at you before smiling a little. His eyes had a certain gleam in them, “No wonder he likes you.”

Your eyes shot wide at his vague words. He started to exit out the door without saying anything more, but you stumbled alongside him. Sunoo had a little grin at your dazed expression. “What do you mean?!” You asked with a confused grin, trying to see what he meant by that.

Sunoo tarted to giggle as you made your way back to the living room instead of answering you, yet you continued to push him. “What do you meann?!” You whined as you two entered the living room. He winked at you as you sat down, but you huffed in your spot. What did he mean? You glanced over at Heeseung, who was sitting by himself, feeling a little guilty.. He did deserve to know the truth.

With a small scowl, you walked over to him. Your knees brushing against each other as you sat beside him. His eyes traced over your face before landing on your eyes— shock and hope reflecting in his deep brown irises. You tried to resist the small smile at his cuteness. “Ready to stream?” You asked.

His eyes lit up, “Yeah!”

You two stood up with relief— Heeseung glared at the others as they wolf whistled and made faces behind your back. He followed behind you, his tall frame trailing close to you. As you entered the hallway, Heeseung brought you to his room.

Which was.. empty.

“Do you not have a rug or anything?” You said shocked. The room was practically empty except for his bed and gaming set up. Heeseung shrugged as he sat down at his desk. “No.. The members made fun of me for it too.”

“I’ll buy you a rug!” You say with a chuckle as you leaned against the top of his chair. You could see his Adam’s apple bob as he gazed up at you. His eyes crinkled as he smiled at your joke. Peering down at him, you almost couldn’t believe he seemed so cold in the past.

Your finger traced the top of the seat, planning out what you were going to say to him. You took a deep breath before exhaling a quiet, “I’m sorry.”

Heeseung sat up a little. He turned around in his chair to face you more.

“Sorry?” He asked annoyingly charming, his lips quirking.

“For the car— I was an asshole to you.” You said with a slight pout. “I know I didn’t handle it the best, but I really just want you to know I’m done holding that stupid grudge against you. I’m a petty person, at worst, and I let the worst get the best of me.”

Heeseung nodded, listening intently about what you had to say. He smiled up at you in away that made all your worries about your apology go away.

“It’s okay,” he said gently. “Let’s just move past it, for real, this time.”

You nodded as you let out a sigh of relief. Heeseung laughed slightly. You moved to scoot a chair closer to his gaming set up, prepared to stream alongside him. He set up his system before hopping onto league. You watched carefully before pulling out Twitter.

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