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[callikari]

──────── 🕶️ PAPARAZZI

。 i'm your biggest fan, i'll follow you until you love me. i won't stop until that boy is mine

... 西村 力 x fem!reader 🖇️ fan to idol , angst if you squint, slow burn 1238 wc ( • ᴖ • ｡) idol pressure, hints of unrequited love (in beginning), obsessive tendencies

【 more like this 🎬 】

it was never supposed to be this way.

you never imagined the glittering world of k-pop would consume you this much. it all started when you were a teenager, watching idols on tv, dreaming of standing on that stage yourself. but dreams are never as pretty when you’re trying to chase them.

you were sixteen when you entered the trainee system at hybe, surrounded by hundreds of others with the same goal. at first, it felt like a whirlwind. you had no real idea what you were doing. the rigorous training, the constant pressure, the competition—it was overwhelming. but every night, you returned to that same dream. one day, you’ll be an idol.

it wasn’t until you met him that you started believing it.

nishimura riki. the effortlessly charismatic maknae of enhypen.

at first, you only saw him from afar. he was a senior by a few months, already known for his talent, his looks, his undeniable stage presence. every time he walked by, it was like the air around him shifted. you’d be training in the same building, and for some reason, every time he passed by, it felt like time would slow down. maybe it was his aura. maybe it was the way his smile made everything around him light up. but you, a mere trainee, couldn’t help but watch. you didn’t dare speak to him. you were too far out of his league, or so you thought.

he was perfect. and you were just trying to get through one more training session.

the day you finally debuted as part of aeris arrived, and the reality of it hit you all at once. this was your dream come true. but what they didn’t tell you was how hard it would be to keep it.

aeris wasn’t just a group. aeris was an experience. bold, futuristic, and intense. your concept was about power, control, and breaking free from expectations. the styling, the music, the choreography—it was a perfect reflection of the unrelenting pressure you felt as an idol. the whole world was watching, and for once, you were ready for it.

people called you enhypen’s sister group. at first, it didn’t mean much. but over time, the comparisons grew louder. the media would always bring up him—riki. how much your group resembled enhypen in both style and talent. it felt like there was always this connection between your two groups, one that you could never quite escape.

and then, there was that interview.

you were sitting on the bright stage, the lights of the camera flashing in your eyes, as the reporter sat in front of you, his pen poised. another interview, you thought. just another day in the life of an idol.

“so, y/n,” the reporter began, his voice cheerful and warm, “aeris has made a huge impact in such a short time. tell us, what made you decide to become an idol?”

you smiled, trying to calm your nerves. you’d answered this question a thousand times, but for some reason, today felt different.

“honestly,” you started, your voice a little more vulnerable than usual, “it was seeing the way idols like nishimura riki pushed themselves. he made me believe that even though I was just a trainee, I could become something bigger. he inspired me to chase my dreams, even when everything seemed impossible.”

you could feel the room go still for a moment. the reporters exchanged glances, and a few whispered under their breath.

“nishimura riki? enhypen’s riki?” the reporter asked, clearly surprised.

you nodded, a soft laugh escaping your lips. “yeah. he was always someone I looked up to, even before I joined hybe. I didn’t think I’d ever get close to someone like him, but the way he performed, the way he carried himself—it made me want to be better. to push myself beyond my limits. he’s the reason I’m here.”

the reporters seemed to hang on to your every word. “and now, your group is being called enhypen’s sister group. how does that feel?”

you tried not to think too much about it. it wasn’t like you wanted to be compared to enhypen—you were your own person, with your own identity. but still, you couldn’t deny the strange mix of pride and pressure that came with it.

“it’s an honor,” you said with a smile, your voice steady. “but I think we’re more than just a sister group. aeris has its own identity. we want to make our mark, too.”

you smiled politely, but in the back of your mind, all you could think about was riki. the one person who unknowingly pushed you this far, who made you feel like anything was possible. you were here, in front of the cameras, trying to show the world who you were—but was he even aware of you?

the night was buzzing with excitement. the atmosphere was electric as your group prepped for the next performance, but you couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched. something about tonight felt different, and you couldn’t quite put your finger on it.

as you walked down the hallway, you heard familiar voices and laughter coming from around the corner. you turned, your heart racing. and there he was.

nishimura riki.

he was talking with some of the enhypen members, but when his gaze met yours, everything around you seemed to fade away. for a split second, it felt like time had slowed. he smiled at you, a knowing, almost teasing look in his eyes.

you froze. did he hear the interview?

riki’s gaze softened as he excused himself from the group and walked over to you. his footsteps felt like they were echoing, but you couldn’t look away.

“y/n,” he said, his voice low and smooth, “I saw your interview.”

you blinked, a small knot forming in your throat. “you did?”

he nodded. “yeah. I didn’t know I was such an inspiration to you.”

there was something in the way he said it—playful, but also sincere. you had no idea what to say. you weren’t prepared for this.

“thank you,” you whispered, your heart racing. “really. you were the reason I kept going. even when things were hard, I thought about you and how you pushed yourself. it made me believe I could do it too.”

there was a quiet pause before riki took another step closer, his eyes now focused entirely on you. “you did,” he said softly, the smile fading slightly, replaced by something more intense. “you really did.”

the tension was thick between you two. and then, before you could say anything else, riki reached out and gently tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “I’m proud of you, y/n. you’ve come a long way.”

your breath caught in your throat. did he really just say that? did he mean it?

“thanks,” you managed to whisper, your hands trembling.

he smiled, the edge of it more knowing than before. “you’ve been chasing something. but now, maybe you don’t have to anymore.”

he gave you one last look before walking away, leaving you standing there, heart pounding. your thoughts raced. what did that mean?

but even as the night went on and your group performed with all the fire and intensity you’d promised the world, one thought stayed with you.

maybe you were no longer chasing that boy. maybe, just maybe, he was chasing you.

enhypen taglist : @ash-engen @chrrific @cheruphic @jungwonbropls @ijustreallylike2read

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[callikari]

──────── 🚋 INVISIBLE STRING

。 some invisible string, tying you to me ..

... 이희승 x 𝒻em!reader && fluff strangers to friends to lovers !! 1350 wc (..◜ᴗ◝..) no warnings, just pure fluff > <

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the first time you meet heeseung, it’s at a dinner party your friend hana throws in her tiny west village apartment—half lit by candles, music playing softly from a bluetooth speaker, pasta slightly overcooked but made with love.

he’s wearing a dark sweater, sleeves pushed up to his forearms, hair a little tousled like he didn’t try too hard (but somehow still looked annoyingly perfect). he’s seated across from you, sipping wine like it’s water and smiling gently when you speak.

the conversation flows. not forced, not heavy. just… easy. he tells you he writes music sometimes—just for himself, “nothing crazy.” you tell him about your favorite film, and he jots it down in his notes app like it matters.

you laugh more than you have in weeks.

you both linger a little too long after dessert.

someone mentions going out for drinks after, but you both say you’re tired—though neither of you really want the night to end.

you think about asking for his number.

you think he might be about to ask for yours.

but then—distracted goodbyes, coats being handed out, laughter echoing down stairwells. and suddenly he’s gone.

you never got his contact.

and now you can’t stop thinking about him.

a week later, you’re in your friend’s apartment again, dramatically flopped on the couch, holding a mug of tea like a victorian widow.

“i’m serious,” you sigh. “he’s the one. i know that sounds crazy but trust me—heeseung is the one.”

hana snorts, scrolling through her phone. “you spoke to him once.”

“and it was the best conversation of my life,” you mutter. “i felt it. fate. like, taylor swift lyric fate.”

“you forgot to get his number.”

“that’s the tragic part of the love story, hana.”

you try to let it go.

you try not to check every café window, every bookstore door, just in case.

but then fate does what fate does best.

it’s three weeks later. cold wind, red leaves everywhere. you’re leaving your favorite used bookstore on west 4th street, cinnamon roll in one hand, tote bag in the other. and then—

“hey.”

you look up.

it’s him. heeseung. in a tan coat, scarf around his neck, holding a coffee like he’s walked straight out of a film.

for a second, you just blink.

he looks like he’s doing the same.

“you’re—”

“we met at hana’s,” he says at the exact same time. you both laugh.

“i was hoping i’d run into you again,” he says, scratching the back of his neck. “i, uh, never got your number.”

you smile, heart flipping. “well. guess fate wanted a second chance.”

from then on, it’s soft and slow and sweet.

a series of little moments that string themselves together like poetry.

late afternoons walking through the west village, sharing an umbrella when it starts to rain.

heeseung waiting outside your building with a coffee just the way you like it.

quiet bookstore dates, knees brushing under the table.

him reaching for your hand one day without thinking—and not letting go.

you learn heeseung is shy in the warmest way. he writes melodies on napkins, hums under his breath when he’s thinking. he always listens—really listens. remembers every detail, no matter how small.

he calls you on sunday mornings just to say good luck on your errands.

you start leaving little notes in his coat pocket.

the kiss happens on a thursday.

you’re in his apartment—tiny and full of character, walls covered in records and books and fairy lights. the heater’s clanking, the window’s cracked open, and a jazz record spins in the background like something out of a movie.

you’re sitting side by side on the floor, sharing a blanket, both too tired to talk but too happy to move.

“this is nice,” you murmur.

heeseung turns to look at you, eyes warm and unreadable.

“yeah,” he says softly. “it is.”

a pause.

your heart stumbles.

“can i…” he starts, then laughs under his breath. “wow, i sound like a movie character.”

“you were gonna ask if you could kiss me,” you say, smiling shyly.

he nods.

you lean in first.

the kiss is gentle—soft, like everything he is. his hand finds your cheek, your fingers curl into the sleeve of his sweater. it’s not rushed. it’s not perfect. but it feels real.

you pull back just enough to whisper, “told you you were the one.”

heeseung grins. “so did fate.”

and from that moment on—

it’s you and him.

always.

a thread tying you through time, tugging quietly until it brought you home.

“time, curious time…”

and you believe it.

enha taglist :: @ash-engen @chrrific @cheruphic @jungwonbropls @ijustreallylike2read @brazillianqueen123

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[callikari]

SHELF no.1 ( 욕구 ) 사랑 촌스런 그 감정 근데 내 가슴이 뛰어 왜 나 이래 나?

𝓈ection 01 imagines, reactions, etc

a night to remember imagine, 𝓇iki x f!r

𝓈ection 02 oneshots drabbles smau

001, 이희승 x f!r

the tutor crack fluff lhs x f!r #oneshot

white ferrari angst heartbreak lhs x f!r #oneshot

about you angst lhs x f!r #oneshot

invisible string fluff strangers to lovers lhs x f!rea #oneshot

drunk confessions fluff mutual pining lhs x f!reader

002, 박종성 x f!r

perfect night tension angst pjs x f!r #oneshot

90210 suggestive, fluff pjs x f!r #oneshot

emails i can't send angst past heartbreak exes to ?? pjs x f!r #oneshot

003, 심재윤 x f!r

hidden love slight angst slow burn sjy x f!r oneshot

meet me at out spot fluff sjy x f!r oneshot

we hug now, lacy angst sjy x f!r oneshot

ceilings angst guilt regret sjy x f!r oneshot

lily of the valley fluff sjy x f!r oneshot

004, 박성훈 x f!r

when it was us angst fluff psh x f!r oneshot

r.u.n fluff psh x f!r oneshot

exile angst psh x f!r oneshot

caught in 4k fluff humor slight angst if you squint . psh x f!r smau oneshot

toxic till the end angst toxic relationship psh x f!r oneshot

005, 김순우 x f!r

none !! ( yet )

006, 양중원 x f!r

off the record crack fake dating yjw x f!r smau series

nanwu fluff yjw x f!r oneshot

blue fluff slight angst if you squint yjw x f!r oneshot

walking back home fluff friends to lovers ( yjw x f!r )

007, 西村力 x f!r

misunderstood angst miscommunication nrk x f!r smau written

tweets to riki slow burn fluff crack angst nrk x f!r smau written

h.s.k.t fluff est relationship nrk x f!r oneshot

a night to remember imagine slow burn nrk x f!r

my favorite part oneshot fluff soft romance nrk x fem!rea

close to me oneshot fluff ??? to lovers nrk x fem!reader

every breath you take drabble fluff angst nrk x idol fem!reader

[callikari]

me and who 😢

[callikari]

just signed up for enhypen presale !! im already twitching by thinking about the ticketmaster queue ..

[callikari]

hai vivi how r u ? >3<

haii saena !!! im good , hbu ? > <

[callikari]

should i release new fic tn or tomorrow morning ?

[callikari]

I gasped when I saw ur theme omg, plz teach me ur ways ..

HAHA omg thank you sm !!! ^^

[callikari]

your theme is so cute :0

thank you sm !! i love ur account ^^

[callikari]

──────── ☕️ CEILINGS

。and it feels like the end of a movie i've seen before

... 沈在允 x fem!reader 🐑 angst 、 1550 wc (ᵕ—ᴗ—) emotional manipulation heartbreak regret guilt unrequited love emotional isolation

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part 2 of we hug now, lacy

jake’s world feels… louder, somehow, now that you’re not in it. it’s like everything’s too bright, too noisy, and yet there’s this stillness, a cold, empty space where you used to be. it’s hard to ignore how it feels to not have you in his life anymore. it’s a silence that screams.

he thought he’d be fine. he thought he could move on with her, with distractions that kept him busy enough to forget. but nothing ever worked. no matter how many times he saw her smile, it wasn’t you. you were never just another face. you were the person who understood him in ways no one else did. and yet, he let you go. he’d taken you for granted, always thinking you’d wait. always thinking you’d be there.

and now, you’re gone. and that fact, sitting in the pit of his stomach, gnaws at him.

late nights are the hardest.

it’s just him, lying there, staring at his ceiling, the soft hum of his phone’s vibration the only thing that keeps him company. but even then, it’s not the messages from you he’s seeing in his inbox. it’s the silence. the absence of your name.

“can we talk?”

he keeps typing it, erasing it, typing it again.

but he never sends it.

he’s scared. scared that you’ll ignore him, scared that even if you do respond, it won’t matter. you’ll be long gone. you’ve moved on, and he’s just stuck in the past.

a month goes by.

you’ve moved on.

and it’s strange, how easy it is now. how simple. there’s no ache in your chest, no lingering longing, no desperate hope. you let yourself breathe again, feel light, like you’ve shed a weight you didn’t even realize you’d been carrying.

it doesn’t even bother you anymore, the silence from him. the lack of anything. it’s like a distant memory now, fading into the background of your life.

and even when you think about him, it’s not the sharp, aching pain it once was. it’s just a memory—faint, like the shadow of a dream that doesn’t hold much weight anymore.

he doesn’t own your thoughts anymore.

he doesn’t own you anymore.

the world keeps spinning, and you’re fine with that.

the tour ends, and jake comes back to korea.

but when he walks into his apartment, when he breathes in the familiar air of his dorm, it doesn’t feel like home. it’s almost like the place he’s lived in for years is suddenly too small, too suffocating. he wants to escape it, but the guilt’s too heavy, weighing him down.

his schedule is packed. always. too busy to even let himself breathe. but when he gets a moment to himself, he finds himself scrolling through his phone, looking at pictures of you, of the messages he never sent.

he knows what’s coming.

he knows he needs to fix this.

but how?

there’s no way to rewind time. no way to undo everything he fucked up. the more he tries to forget it, the more it gnaws at him. he should have been better. he should have shown up.

but he didn’t.

and now, it’s too late.

it’s just another day when he sees it.

your name.

on his phone screen.

“can we talk?”

he blinks.

his heart stops for a second, then starts again, faster this time. he wants to respond. he should. he could finally fix this.

“can we talk?”

but it’s been days.

you still haven’t replied.

the thought of you not waiting, not needing him anymore, it hits him like a brick to the chest.

the silence feels louder now.

and it’s all his fault.

he doesn’t know what’s worse—

the thought of losing you for good, or the fact that he’s already lost you.

he waits. he texts.

but the text never comes.

your silence is heavier than any words could be.

you’re not looking back.

you’re not coming back.

he doesn’t see you again until he’s walking past that café.

he sees you through the window, and for a moment, it’s like time stops. he sees you sitting there, calm, content, as if nothing ever happened. as if the past few months of his neglect don’t exist.

he walks inside before he even thinks about it.

his heart is pounding. his palms are sweating. his breath feels shallow.

and then, he says your name.

you don’t look up.

and he’s almost relieved, because if you look at him, he knows he’ll fall apart. he’ll beg you to take him back, beg you to forgive him for everything.

he wants to say something, but the words get stuck in his throat.

he feels small in front of you now.

like he doesn’t deserve a thing.

you finally glance up. there’s no sign of the girl who once waited for him. no hint of that familiar warmth.

just cold eyes.

and it hits him. he fucked up.

you don’t stop walking when you leave.

and you don’t even look back.

jake stands there. frozen. the café is quieter than before.

it’s just him and the memories of what he lost.

and for the first time, he finally understands.

the grass wasn’t greener.

he didn’t realize how much he needed you until it was too late. you don’t need him anymore.

he watches you disappear into the crowd, his stomach sinking deeper and deeper into the hollow ache of knowing.

there’s no coming back from this.

not this time.

later that night, jake stares at his ceiling again.

this time, the silence is deafening. and he knows—it’s his fault.

维维安的 taglist : @ash-engen @cheruphic @jungwonbropls @chrrific @ijustreallylike2read

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[callikari]

──────── 🩰 LOVER. hyung line

。 where you get yourself caught after having 2 much to drink

... hyung line x fem!reader 👜 fluff , angst if u squint !! 。 non - idol au 、 3000 wc ( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ ) alcohol consumption playful hee teasing slight embarrassment intoxicated behavior accidental confession

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HEESEUNG

you were sitting across from heeseung at the bar, feeling the alcohol working its way through your system. everything felt lighter, more carefree, like the weight of the world was finally letting go of you. heeseung was laughing at something one of the others said, his hand wrapped around his drink, and you couldn’t help but feel drawn to him. not just in that normal ‘he’s your friend’ way, but something deeper, something you couldn’t ignore anymore.

the words just slipped out without you realizing. “i swear, heeseung, you’re so charming, i—”

you stopped yourself. but it was too late.

heeseung’s eyes flickered over to you, a small smirk tugging at his lips. he leaned forward, his voice teasing. “you’re drunk, aren’t you?” his gaze softened. “what were you going to say?”

your cheeks burned, the reality of what you’d said hitting you all at once. you tried to laugh it off, but the nerves were too much. “i… um, no. i didn’t mean it like that. forget it.”

heeseung chuckled, shaking his head. “nah, now i’m curious.” he tapped his fingers on his glass, clearly enjoying your flustered state. “are you sure you didn’t mean it? because i think it sounds like something you meant.”

you avoided his eyes, biting your lip, trying to come up with a way to cover up the mess you just made. the way he was looking at you, with that playful yet sincere expression, made it even harder to speak. his teasing smile faded, replaced by something softer. “hey, it’s okay,” he said, his tone more serious now. “if you meant it, it’s fine. i’m not going to judge you for it.”

you exhaled, your heartbeat picking up speed. there was something in his gaze, a quiet understanding that made you feel like maybe, just maybe, you hadn’t messed up completely. “maybe,” you mumbled. “but i’m too drunk to be serious right now.”

heeseung smiled again, that reassuring smile of his. “i’ll take your word for it. but just so you know… i think you’re pretty charming too.” he winked at you, leaving your heart racing and your thoughts scattered. you could only stare back at him, a mixture of confusion and warmth swirling inside of you.

JONGSEONG

the group had been drinking for a while now, and you could feel the buzz of the alcohol in your veins. jay had been sitting next to you, always the composed one, but tonight he seemed more relaxed, more like he was letting go of his usual polished exterior. you laughed at something he said, your voice a little louder than usual.

“god, jay,” you started, leaning in slightly as the words tumbled out without your permission, “you’re seriously the hottest guy i’ve ever met. i—”

you stopped yourself before you could finish, the reality of what you just said hitting you like a wave. jay’s expression froze for a second, and you immediately regretted it.

“what?” he asked, raising an eyebrow, his lips curling into that signature smirk of his. “did you just say i’m the hottest guy you’ve ever met?”

your heart sank, and you tried to cover it up. “no, no, i mean, i was just… kidding. ignore me, seriously.” but jay didn’t let it slide.

he leaned closer, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “come on, don’t backpedal now. you can’t just drop a bomb like that and expect me to pretend it didn’t happen.” he took a slow sip of his drink, the way he watched you making your face burn hotter. “so, am i really the hottest, or were you just being drunk and honest?”

you were trying to hide behind your drink, anything to avoid his gaze, but jay wasn’t letting up. he was enjoying this. “it’s okay,” he said softly, his voice suddenly less teasing. “you don’t have to be embarrassed. if you think i’m the hottest, then i’m flattered.”

you looked up at him, your words failing you for a moment as you processed what he just said. “i wasn’t trying to confess,” you muttered, trying to deflect, but it wasn’t working.

jay’s smile softened, and he reached over, brushing his fingers against yours, sending a spark through your body. “well, it’s nice to know how you feel,” he said, his voice low and sincere. “maybe you’ll remember this when you’re sober.”

you just nodded, unable to speak, and hoped the alcohol would blur away the feeling of being way too exposed. jay didn’t seem to mind, though. if anything, he seemed more intrigued.

JAKE

you were getting a little too comfortable, the alcohol loosening your inhibitions. jake had been in his usual teasing mood all night, but you could feel the warmth of his presence next to you, his laughter infectious as always. something in your chest swelled, and before you even realized what you were saying, it just spilled out.

“jake, i think i’m in love with you,” you blurted, your voice thick from the alcohol.

the room went silent for a moment. jake’s eyes widened, and you could see the shock on his face, but then that mischievous grin of his appeared. “wait, what?” he asked, leaning closer with a teasing glint in his eye. “you’re in love with me?”

you froze, the full weight of your confession crashing down on you. “no, no, i mean, i’m drunk. i don’t know what i’m saying. forget that, okay? forget i said that.” you quickly tried to backtrack, your heart racing at the thought of how embarrassing this was.

but jake wasn’t having any of it. he laughed, that familiar playful tone in his voice. “too late for that, babe,” he said, nudging your shoulder with his. “i think i just heard you confess your love for me.”

you could barely look him in the eye, the warmth in your chest spreading into your cheeks. “i didn’t mean it like that,” you stammered, but jake only laughed harder, clearly enjoying the chaos you were spiraling into.

“it’s okay,” he said with a grin. “honestly, i’m flattered. but you’ll have to say it again when you’re sober, so i know you mean it.” he nudged you again, and you could feel your stomach flip as you realized that maybe, just maybe, jake didn’t mind this drunken slip-up.

SUNGHOON

sunghoon had been so quiet throughout the night, a little more reserved than the others, but still part of the group. you had always admired his calm, collected nature, the way he could sit back and observe everything around him with such ease. as the night went on and you found yourself tipsy, your inhibitions lowering, you couldn’t help but voice the thought that had been floating in your head all evening.

“sunghoon,” you started, your voice a little slurred but still steady enough, “i think you’re the most beautiful guy in the world.”

he turned to you slowly, his gaze steady, but there was a slight flicker of something in his eyes. you could feel your heart rate pick up at how intensely he was looking at you, but the embarrassment quickly set in. “uh, forget i said that. i’m drunk, i didn’t mean—”

sunghoon raised a hand, silencing you gently. “no, don’t take it back.” his voice was calm, almost soothing, but there was something deeper behind his words that made you pause. “it’s okay. i get it. you’re not the first person to say that, but maybe i’m just more flattered that you said it.”

you blinked, not sure if he was being serious or teasing, but there was something about the way he spoke that made you believe him. “really?” you asked, voice small.

he nodded, his eyes softening. “yeah. it’s nice to know how you feel. even if it’s just the alcohol talking.”

you smiled shyly, relieved by his calmness. “well, now that it’s out in the open…” you trailed off, unsure how to end this conversation without making it even more awkward.

sunghoon just gave you a small, knowing smile. “let’s talk about it when you’re sober, okay?”

you nodded, silently grateful for his understanding and the quiet reassurance he gave you. maybe things weren’t as awkward as you’d thought. maybe, in the end, it wasn’t so bad after all.

维维安的 taglist : @ash-engen @cheruphic @jungwonbropls @chrrific @ijustreallylike2read

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[callikari]

 ─────── 🌳 MEET ME AT OUR SPOT

。 where 沉在允 is your mom's friend's annoying son

... 沉在允 x fem!reader 📌 fluff 。non idol 3500 wc (｡-人-｡) one kiss 、jealousy 、mutual pining

【 req from @glittercrashhh 】

you don’t know what it is that sets you off first.

maybe it’s the way the sun catches in his hair, lighter than you remember, golden strands reflecting the warmth of july. maybe it’s the way his voice has dropped just enough that it no longer carries that teasing, boyish lilt when he calls your name. or maybe it’s the way his sleeves are constantly rolled up now, revealing tanned arms that weren’t nearly as defined last summer.

whatever it is, it’s messing with your head.

you scowl as you watch jake—annoying, stupid jake—throw a football around with sunghoon and jay in the backyard of the beach house. his laughter rings through the air, easy and carefree, as if he hasn’t spent the last decade getting on your nerves.

“why do you look like you want to kill him?” yunjin asks, lounging beside you on the porch. she’s sipping on a lemonade, eyes flickering toward jake with mild amusement.

“because i do,” you mutter, tearing your gaze away. “i don’t even know why he’s here.”

yunjin raises a brow. “didn’t your mom literally tell you yesterday? his parents couldn’t make it this year, but they didn’t want him spending the summer alone, so your mom invited him along.”

you groan. “of course she did.”

yunjin grins. “what’s so bad about it? you’ve known him forever.”

“exactly,” you say, exasperated. “i’ve known him forever, which means i know exactly how annoying he is.”

she hums, unimpressed. “he doesn’t seem that bad.”

you roll your eyes. of course she’d say that. jake has always had this stupid charm that makes people like him, even when he’s being the most insufferable person on the planet.

but you know better.

you don’t start truly spiraling until later that evening.

the sun has just begun to set, casting the sky in shades of pink and orange, and you’re sitting on the sand, absentmindedly drawing patterns with your fingers. the waves are calm, the salty breeze cool against your skin.

you should be at peace. but then jake plops down next to you, disrupting your moment of solitude.

“whatcha doin’?”

“ignoring you,” you say flatly.

he snorts. “classic.”

you don’t look at him. don’t acknowledge the way he leans back on his hands, long legs stretched out in front of him. don’t acknowledge the warmth radiating from his body, close enough that you can feel it even with the small gap between you.

“you’ve been acting weird all day,” he muses, turning his head toward you. “did i do something?”

you clench your jaw. yes, you exist.

“no,” you say instead. “i just… i don’t get why you’re here.”

jake exhales a soft laugh. “you really hate me that much?”

you finally glance at him, expecting his usual teasing grin, but his expression is unreadable, his eyes searching yours.

for some reason, that makes your stomach twist.

“i don’t hate you,” you admit, voice quieter than you intend. “you’re just… jake.”

he raises a brow. “what’s that supposed to mean?”

you shrug, looking away. “you’ve always been annoying.”

“wow,” he deadpans. “that’s real nice.”

“but,” you hesitate, fiddling with a loose thread on your shorts, “i guess you’re not as annoying as you used to be.”

when you risk another glance at him, you find him already staring, a smirk tugging at his lips.

“so you do like me.”

you shove his shoulder, scowling. “don’t get ahead of yourself.”

he laughs, but there’s something different in his eyes now. something that makes your pulse stutter.

you don’t like it.

(not at all.)

it only gets worse from there.

he’s suddenly everywhere.

when you wake up in the morning and shuffle into the kitchen, half-asleep, he’s already there, making himself coffee like he owns the place. when you go out to tan with yunjin, he somehow ends up on the lounge chair next to you, sunglasses perched on his nose, shirt frustratingly absent. when you decide to go for a swim, he’s already in the water, calling you in with that stupid, easy grin.

you hate it.

(you don’t.)

but the real breaking point is the bonfire night.

everyone is gathered around the fire pit, laughing and drinking, the sound of waves crashing in the distance. jake is sitting across from you, talking to some girl you don’t recognize.

and you? you are not jealous. absolutely not.

it’s just that she keeps laughing at everything he says. and leaning a little too close. and twirling her hair like she’s in some teen movie.

you look away, scowling at the fire.

yunjin nudges you, voice smug. “you’re jealous.”

“i am not,” you hiss.

she just smirks, taking a slow sip of her drink.

the worst part? she’s right.

and you don’t know why it hits you then, but suddenly, it all makes sense.

why your stomach has been flipping every time he looks at you. why your heart races when he stands too close. why your thoughts keep drifting to him even when you don’t want them to.

because somehow, without you realizing it, jake has stopped being just your mom’s best friend’s annoying son.

and you are so screwed.

it’s nearly midnight when you find yourself at your usual spot—the quiet stretch of beach past the dunes, away from everyone else. you don’t expect jake to follow, but of course, he does.

he stands beside you, hands shoved in his hoodie pockets, hair tousled from the wind.

“couldn’t sleep?”

you shrug.

he nudges your shoulder lightly. “wanna tell me what’s been going on with you?”

you sigh, closing your eyes. “jake…”

“you keep looking at me like you wanna say something,” he says softly. “so say it.”

your throat tightens.

how am i supposed to tell you that you’re ruining everything? that i was fine when you were just my annoying family friend, but now you’re looking at me differently, and it’s messing with my head?

you inhale sharply.

“you ever think,” he murmurs, tilting his head, “that maybe you’re the one seeing me differently?”

your breath catches.

because he’s right. you know he is.

and then he leans in—slowly, cautiously—giving you enough time to push him away.

but you don’t.

instead, you close the distance, lips meeting his in a kiss that tastes like salt air and the last bit of summer.

and for once, you don’t hate it. not even a little.

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──────── 💼 WE HUG NOW, LACY

。i have a feeling u got everything u wanted, and ur not wasting time stuck here like me.

... 沉在允 x fem!reader 🥂 angst 。 jake is an idol, reader isn't .. 4200 wc (·•᷄‎ࡇ•᷅ ) emotional neglect , implied cheating , no comfort , mentions of social media

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• part 2 | ceilings

you used to love tour season.

it was the time he was his most alive—posting little updates from different cities, rambling in excitement over every performance, voice cracking from rehearsals, face glowing under stage lights. and you? you were always there, in the background. the one he texted after every stage. the one he called when the hotel room got too quiet.

you’d wrap yourself up in his voice like a blanket, whispering goodnights across time zones, promising to wait just a little longer.

“i miss you,” he would say.

but somewhere along the way, that stopped.

and you can’t remember when the shift happened—when the texts started getting shorter, when the replies took hours, then days. when your name stopped showing up in the small ways it used to: no more blurry selfies captioned “missing someone.” no more late-night facetime calls where he asked about your day before venting about his.

he became busy. too busy.

and you told yourself it was okay. he was on a world tour, after all. things were hectic. he had a million things pulling at him from all directions—staff, rehearsals, fans. you were just… one of them.

but it didn’t stop the ache. the coldness that crept in when your messages were left on read. when your good mornings went unanswered. when his instagram stories showed him laughing with people you didn’t know, in places you’d never been invited to.

and then came her.

lacy.

that wasn’t her real name, of course. but it was the only one your brain allowed you to give her—the only way to put a label on the ghost haunting the corners of jake’s life.

a new member of le sserafim. a recent addition. pretty, popular, and everywhere he was.

you first saw them together in a fan edit.

at first, it was just the usual nonsense. stan twitter being delulu again. “they looked at each other for 0.2 seconds!!! they’re definitely dating!!!”

you rolled your eyes, laughed it off.

but then the videos kept coming. then pictures. then interviews, where their names were brought up together just a little too often. jake smiling when hers was mentioned. her giggling at something he whispered during an awards show.

you wanted to trust him. god, you wanted to.

but the silence kept growing. and so did the disappointment.

you tried asking him about it once.

he was in paris. you were sitting in your apartment, curled up in the hoodie he left behind last winter.

“have you been… hanging out with someone new?” you asked, careful, quiet.

there was a pause. static on the other end.

“you mean the new le sserafim member?” he chuckled, and you flinched at how easily he said her name. “we’re labelmates, babe. we see each other all the time. nothing’s going on.”

“okay,” you whispered.

he didn’t say i love you that night.

you started seeing her everywhere after that. maybe she was always there and you were just now noticing. in the background of tour vlogs. tagged in stories. always two steps behind jake. always smiling.

and the worst part?

she was beautiful.

no, not just beautiful—she was unreal. effortless. the kind of girl who floats through a room and makes people stop mid-sentence. skin like porcelain. eyes that held galaxies. every photo of her looked like it had been dipped in gold.

you hated how she made you feel. how every scroll through your feed left you questioning your worth. how you started avoiding mirrors. how you downloaded and deleted every editing app on your phone just to blur out the imperfections you used to never notice.

she became the person you couldn’t stop thinking about.

not jake. her.

how could he look at you, and then look at her?

it was raining the night you found out.

you were on your way home from work, drenched, exhausted, heart heavy. you hadn’t heard from jake in two days. your last text—“call me when you can? miss you.”—was still unread.

you stopped by a corner café, phone in one hand, umbrella dripping rainwater onto your shoes.

and then you saw it.

a blurry photo on some gossip page. not even a dispatch post. just grainy enough to make you hope it was fake.

“rumors spark as jake of enhypen is spotted leaving a parisian hotel with le sserafim’s newest member. insiders say the two have been ‘close’ for months.”

your heart dropped.

you stared at the image—him in a black cap, hand on the small of her back. her leaning into him, soft smile, like she belonged there.

like you never did.

you didn’t cry. not at first. just sat there, blinking at the screen, watching as the rain painted streaks across the glass window.

your phone buzzed.

it was jake.

finally.

you answered, voice already cracking.

“hey,” he said, breathless like he’d just been running. “you okay?”

you didn’t know how to respond. your throat felt tight. your hands shook.

“you’re with her,” you said.

silence.

then a sigh. “look… i was going to tell you. i swear, i just didn’t know how—”

click.

you hung up.

days passed.

then weeks.

he tried to call. once. then twice. you never answered. there was nothing left to say.

your room still smelled like him. your playlists still had songs he sent you. your hoodie still held his warmth.

but you were done waiting.

done shrinking yourself to fit into the corners of his life.

because lacy might be everything you weren’t—perfect, polished, adored—but she didn’t have you.

your loyalty. your patience. your quiet love that wrapped around jake even when he didn’t deserve it.

you weren’t lacy.

and for the first time in a long time, you were okay with that.

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──────── 🌼 LILY OF THE VALLEY

。 my love is a flower in your hands

... 沈在允 x fem!reader 👥 fluff friends to lovers 、 1870 wc (◡ ‿ ◡ .) slow nostalgic quiet longing the kind of love that feels like spring

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vivi's note :: spent a while on this ! i hope you guys enjoy it > <

“you always smelled like spring—like wet soil and something waiting to bloom.”

you met jake during your second semester.

it was in introduction to modern philosophy, the kind of class you signed up for at the last minute because all the practical electives were full. he sat two rows over and one seat behind, always early, always with a notebook open and headphones around his neck.

you didn’t speak at first. just exchanged glances whenever the professor said something confusing or frustrating — a shared look of mutual suffering. still, he felt like a constant. one of those quiet presences you don’t notice until you start to look for it.

it wasn’t until your laptop died mid-lecture that he spoke to you.

“here,” he said, sliding over his notes. “you can copy mine.”

you blinked. he didn’t even look at you when he said it, eyes still on the board, pen in hand like he wasn’t offering you the only thing tethering him to his GPA.

“…thanks,” you muttered, already scanning the neat, delicate handwriting. between the lines of notes and underlined phrases, you found a small, pressed leaf — pale green and carefully preserved.

you didn’t ask about it.

you didn’t return it, either.

you sat next to him the following week.

he didn’t comment on it. just looked over, saw you, and gave the smallest smile. not a greeting — more like an acknowledgement. a quiet oh. you’re here again.

by midterms, you were walking to class together, meeting up at the convenience store near campus, and studying in the quiet corners of the library that nobody used after sunset.

“do you think anyone actually understands what this guy’s talking about?” you asked once, flipping through a copy of sartre’s nausea.

jake gave you a look. “no. but i think some people are just really good at pretending.”

“so what are we doing here?”

he smiled. “pretending better.”

you started hanging out outside of class after that. at first, it was casual. study sessions, quick meals after lectures, weekend café runs when neither of you wanted to face your dorm. but something shifted one night when you found yourselves walking home after a long group project meeting. it was late. the kind of late where the air smelled like cold grass and the streets were too quiet.

“you’re not from seoul, right?” he asked, hands in his pockets.

“daegu,” you said. “moved here for uni.”

he nodded, thoughtful. “must’ve been a big change.”

“yeah. it still feels temporary sometimes.”

you glanced over. “you?”

“australia,” he said. “moved here after high school.”

you turned to look at him, surprised. “so korean isn’t your first language?”

“english, actually.” he laughed a little. “guess that’s why i always sound a little awkward.”

“you don’t,” you said without thinking.

he looked at you — really looked at you — and something passed between you. unspoken, but real.

you grew close slowly. the kind of closeness that didn’t announce itself. jake would show up to class with an extra drink, always your favorite, even if you never asked. you started remembering the little things about him — how he only tied his hoodie strings when he was anxious, how he always underlined quotes in books with a ruler, how he hummed when he was focused.

you weren’t sure what it was at first. it didn’t feel like a crush — not in the usual way. it was something softer, something that unfolded over time. a quiet pull. a wanting that didn’t feel urgent, but constant.

and jake?

jake looked at you like he wanted to tell you something every time you laughed.

one night, you ended up outside his dorm after a long day. you were cold, tired, and frustrated from a group presentation gone wrong. jake opened the door with sleepy eyes and messy hair.

“bad day?” he asked.

you just nodded.

he let you in without another word.

you sat on his floor, back against his bed frame, while he made you ramen in his tiny dorm kitchen. the only light came from his desk lamp. your bag was thrown near the door, your shoes still loosely tied.

you glanced around and noticed something on his desk — the leaf. the same one from his notes months ago. now framed, pressed flat against white paper.

you walked over.

“you kept it?”

he turned, startled. then smiled. “i figured you’d come back for it eventually.”

you looked at him. his hair was slightly damp from a quick shower. his sweatshirt looked soft. and his eyes — god, his eyes — they held so much in them. too much.

“why a lily of the valley?” you asked, voice barely above a whisper.

“because it reminds me of you,” he said. “quiet. delicate. something you don’t notice right away, but once you do, you can’t stop seeing it everywhere.”

your heart stopped.

“jake—”

“i like you,” he said, suddenly, like he couldn’t hold it in anymore. “i’ve liked you since the second week of class. maybe even before that.”

you were silent. not because you didn’t feel the same, but because suddenly every moment — every shared look, every night walk, every drink he remembered — made sense.

you stepped closer.

“then why didn’t you say anything?”

he smiled, a little sad. “because i didn’t want to ruin what we had.”

you reached for his hand. he looked down, startled, as your fingers laced with his.

“you didn’t ruin anything,” you said softly. “i like you too.”

his breath caught.

“you do?”

you nodded. “i think i’ve been falling for you this whole time.”

his expression broke into something quiet and overwhelmed — a soft, open kind of joy — and then he leaned forward, brushing your hair back with careful fingers before pressing his lips to yours.

the kiss was warm and tentative at first — like both of you were still afraid to break the spell — but it lingered, deepened, turned gentle and grounding. like a long exhale. like soil and spring and everything that had been blooming between you since the very beginning.

you smiled against his mouth.

and when you pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, breath mixing in the silence between you.

you whispered, “you smell like laundry and mint gum.” he laughed, quietly.

you stayed there like that, wrapped in each other, while the ramen went cold on the counter.

“i think i loved you before i even knew it. i just needed time to understand what it meant.”

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──────── 🐧 TOXIC TILL THE END

。 we were toxic till the ℯnd

... 박성훈 x 𝒻em!reader && angst lovers to exes / unlabeled happy ending !! 2500 wc (˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) , toxic relationship, manipulation, emotional abuse, gaslighting, unhealthy relationship dynamics

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you were twenty when you first met sunghoon. twenty and stupidly hopeful—heart wide open, eyes too trusting.

he was beautiful. the kind of boy who knew it, too. smiled just enough to keep you dizzy. talked just enough to keep you curious. touched you like he meant it, even when he didn’t.

and you fell. hard. fast. blindly.

he never caught you.

the first red flag was small. a comment about your outfit.

“you look good. but maybe something less… loud next time?”

you laughed. brushed it off.

the second time, it was your friends. “i don’t like the way he talks to you. he makes you seem small.”

you got defensive. he told you they were jealous. and you believed him. you always did.

sunghoon didn’t raise his voice. he didn’t throw things. he never hit you.

but the silence after a fight?

that was worse.

the days he wouldn’t speak to you because you said something “disrespectful.”

the cold glances. the tight lips. the way he made you beg just for him to say what you did wrong. you cried. you apologized. you broke your own heart trying to keep him whole.

and he’d always, always come back with the same words.

“i didn’t mean to make you feel that way.” “you know how much i love you, right?” “i’m trying. you just make it hard sometimes.”

he twisted things so well you thought maybe it was your fault.

maybe love was supposed to hurt.

you were with him for four years.

you stopped counting the breakups after the fifth one.

because they were never real.

you’d leave, he’d call. you’d cry, he’d pull you in again.

and the cycle spun, over and over, until you didn’t even remember what the silence felt like without him.

he made you believe you couldn’t live without him.

that no one else would love you like he did. that you were lucky he stayed. and the worst part?

you believed it.

you missed so many things.

your friends’ birthdays. your own graduation dinner. your mom’s calls, because he didn’t like when you talked to her too long.

you missed yourself—the girl you used to be before all the dimming. the girl who dressed for herself. who laughed too loud. who stood up for things.

who never, ever would’ve let someone love her like this.

but sunghoon was good at what he did. he knew how to mold people.

how to slowly, quietly, tear you down and make you think it was love.

he’d hurt you, and then hold you. make you cry, and then wipe your tears. leave you aching, and then call it passion. he was poison—and you drank it like water.

the last fight wasn’t even the biggest. just another broken promise. he swore he’d stop texting his ex.

you saw the messages.

again.

he said you were overreacting.

again.

he said he didn’t mean to hurt you.

again.

you looked at him—really looked—and saw it. he was never going to change. and he never planned to.

so you left.

you grabbed your keys. shoved whatever you could into a bag. ran barefoot out of that apartment like it was burning.

he didn’t chase you. and that's because he never did.

"i never want to see your face again.”

you meant it.

you meant it with every scar he left.

every lonely night. every tear you shed quietly in a bathroom so he wouldn’t call you dramatic again.

and yet, three days later—

your phone lit up.

his name. sunghoon

1 voicemail

you didn’t want to listen. but you did.

“baby, i’ve been thinking.” “i was scared. that’s why i lied.” “i don’t know who i am without you.”

the same words. the same performance.

and for the first time, you didn’t cry.

you just deleted it. it’s been months now. you’re still healing.

still flinching when someone raises their voice.

still learning that love isn’t supposed to feel like suffocation dressed in silk.

but you smile more now. you don’t second-guess your opinions. you look in the mirror and see someone coming back to life.

you gave sunghoon your best years. the ones where you were supposed to grow, chase dreams, fall in love with yourself.

instead, you spent them surviving him. he didn’t just waste your time. he took pieces of you and never gave them back.

and yet—you’re still here.

rebuilding. rising.

because even the prettiest years lost to someone like him… can’t take away the ones still ahead of you.

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enchella had me on my KNEES !!!!!!! gosh they were SO SUPER DUPER AMAZINGLY GOOD. i think i started to levitate while watching live..

see if they have a walk the line us tour this year and i don't get tickets i WILL be going m-i-a and not coming back until i get my revenge