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[shyoko]

✧When an Enhypen member catches another jerking off to you ✦༺

𓂃✧This writing is my own; no copies, adaptations, or translations are allowed. I hope you like it. ✦ 3.7K words * Masterlist˚ Taglist₊‧ ✦𓂃 

enhypen x reader ⚠️ CW : NSFW / +18 — rough sex, jealousy, voyeurism, possessive & dominant behavior, light choking, wall sex, public risk, filming, dirty talk, eye contact, light humiliation, masturbation (caught), third-party presence, intense kissing. Minors DNI. Read responsibly.

✧ Heeseung ----------

Heeseung walked toward Sunghoon’s room with total calm, like any other day. He just wanted to tell him to hurry up—it was time to leave. But before he could even knock on the door, he stopped.

A deep, rough, wet sound. Staggered breaths. Soft thumps against the mattress.

And he knew.

His first instinct was to laugh. The second, disgust. But what he didn’t expect… was rage.

Heeseung swung the door open.

Sunghoon straightened on the bed, startled. His phone slipped from his hand—and that hand, still wrapped around his cock, froze.

The silence was brutal. Until Heeseung looked down at the screen.. And saw it. A photo of you. Your body. Your face. Yours.

His jaw tightened. He grabbed the phone, the screen still glowing with the image Sunghoon had been using. Without a word, he deleted it. His finger trembled with fury.

He slowly turned toward him.

“Honestly? I feel like breaking your fucking face.”

Sunghoon didn’t speak. Didn’t move. He knew he’d fucked up.

But Heeseung didn’t lunge at him. Not yet. He walked over, slowly, phone still in hand, until he was standing right in front of him. His stare burned.

“You jerk off to my girl… and don’t even have the decency to hide it?”

“You’re that desperate you need to get off to her face right here?”

Sunghoon swallowed hard, still naked under the sheets.

“It wasn’t serious... just a picture—”

“Shut the fuck up.”

Heeseung leaned in and grabbed him by the collar, dragging him closer.

“Wanna know what she does when she cums? What she moans, what she begs for, what she swallows when she’s on her knees for me?”

He let go with a shove, knocking Sunghoon back onto the bed.

“You’ve got a picture. I’ve got her body screaming my name. And I’m not letting some bastard like you jerk off to that.”

Heeseung turned to leave, but paused at the door.

“Next time I catch you looking at her like that… I won’t delete the picture. I’ll smash your fucking face into the wall.”

And with trembling fingers, he slammed the door behind him.

…

Later that day, on his way to your place, a dark idea crossed Heeseung’s mind. When you opened the door, his face was already flushed with something dangerous. He stepped in, gently but with purpose, and lifted you into his arms, drawing a gasp from your lips.

“You’ve got a mission today, baby,” he growled with a wicked smile. “You’re gonna moan my name, real loud,for me.”

He set you down on the kitchen counter and pulled out his phone.

“Alright, sweetheart?”

He placed the phone to the side, voice memo already recording—right into Sunghoon’s chat.

Before you could react, his lips crashed onto yours, his hands roaming down your sides until they reached your panties. He yanked them off and tossed them somewhere across the kitchen.

He was rough, but not cruel—his fingers slid into you without warning, finding a steady rhythm. Moans poured out of you, his name echoing with each breathless cry. A satisfied smile curled on Heeseung’s lips.

“That’s my fucking good girl.”

His fingers moved faster, hitting spots you didn’t even know existed. By the time you came undone in his hand, the message had already been sent—Heeseung eager to picture the shame and fury on Sunghoon’s face.

But it took less than a minute to get a reply. And it broke Heeseung.

“Damn, Heeseung, our girl sounds so good. Thanks for the audio. I’ll put it to good use tonight.”

Heeseung nearly exploded.

“OUR girl? That motherfucker!”

His face flushed red with rage. You didn’t know how this would end, but one thing was clear: these two were either going to kill each other… or fuck.

And honestly, the second one sounded a whole lot more likely.

✧ Jay ----------

Your legs were still trembling on the bed, your whole body sensitive from what Jay had just done to you. He placed a soft kiss on your forehead while his hand gently caressed your thigh.

“I’m going to grab a towel to clean you up. Don’t move.”

You nodded silently, still breathless, your chest rising and falling in uneven waves. Jay walked calmly out of the room, but as he passed a half-open door in the hallway, he stopped.

There was a sound. Panting. And your name.

The voice was unmistakable. Jungwon was inside, gasping hard, your name slipping from his lips in broken sighs.

Jay froze. For a second, he couldn't believe it—but that was all the time he needed to understand. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and returned to the room without saying a word.

You looked at him, puzzled when he came back empty-handed.

“Everything okay?” you asked, sensing something in his expression.

Jay didn’t answer. Instead, he walked straight to the bed and took your legs in his hands, spreading them apart without warning. You shivered.

“No. Everything’s not okay.”

He leaned over you, his eyes burning with something fierce.

“You wanna know what I heard in the hallway?”

“Jungwon. Saying your name. While he jerked himself off.”

Your face went blank. You didn’t say anything, you couldn’t. But Jay didn’t seem to care.

“I’m going to make sure he hears this loud and fucking clear.”

He lowered himself between your thighs, not bothering with tenderness this time. His tongue was fierce—fast, focused, relentless.  A loud moan escaped your lips before you could stop it.

Jay glanced up and muttered:

“That. That’s the sound I want.”

He climbed over you, flipped you onto your stomach with swift hands, and raised your hips until you were on all fours.

“You’re going to scream my name. So loud he’ll never dare think of you again.”

Without warning, he thrust into you hard, drawing a sharp cry from your lips. His rhythm was fast, intense, merciless.

“Say it. I want to hear it.”

“Jay… fuck, Jay…!”

“Louder.”

“JAY! It’s you, only you!”

He let out a low growl of satisfaction and drove into you harder, gripping your waist tight as the sound of skin against skin filled the room.

“That’s it. Let him hear it. Let him know who you belong to.”

His hands ran up your back, then tangled in your hair, pulling you slightly back.

“Are you still thinking about him?”

“Do you like that he’s listening?”

You couldn’t answer. The pleasure was overwhelming. Your body trembled with every thrust until you finally came undone with a choked cry, and Jay felt it—your walls tightening around him.

He held you tighter, his breathing ragged.

“I’m going to brand this into your skin.”

And he did.

He came deep inside you with a strained groan, resting his forehead on your back, still for a moment, letting his breath cool on your skin.

Then, without letting go, he whispered:

“He better not touch himself thinking about you again. Because next time…”“…I’ll leave the door wide open. So he doesn’t just hear it. He sees it.”

✧ Jake ----------

You were on a video call with Jake, sitting on your bed, wearing one of his oversized shirts that barely reached mid-thigh. Your hair was a bit messy, your expression soft and playful. He watched you from his room, smiling as you talked about your day—silly things, random thoughts—laughing, making cute gestures, absentmindedly playing with the hem of the shirt.

What you didn’t know… was that someone else was in the room with him.

Ni-ki.

He was sitting on the other side of the desk, wearing headphones, supposedly watching a video. But Jake noticed something was off. He saw how Ni-ki subtly glanced at the screen… and how his hand disappeared beneath the desk.

Jake froze.

He looked back at the screen. You were still smiling, crossing your legs innocently.

Then he heard it. A soft gasp. From Ni-ki.

And just like that, something snapped inside him.

Without a word, Jake closed his laptop. He stood up, stormed across the room, and yanked the headphones off Ni-ki. With one swift motion, he shoved his chair back.

“Are you out of your fucking mind?”

Ni-ki didn’t answer. He just lowered his head, ashamed, but not apologizing.

Jake’s jaw clenched. He slammed the door shut, hard. Then walked back, reopened his laptop, and your face reappeared on the screen.

“Jake? What happened? Are you okay?”

He sat down in front of the camera, his gaze locked on you.

“Nothing. I just… I can’t stop thinking about how fucking good you look in my shirt.”

You laughed nervously. Jake smiled too, but something had shifted. His eyes were darker. Hungry.

“Can you do something for me, baby?”

“Slide the shirt off one shoulder. Just a little.”

You blinked in surprise, but obeyed. You let the fabric fall, baring your shoulder.

Jake exhaled sharply. He knew Ni-ki was still in the room, silent, stuck, knowing he couldn’t leave.

“That’s it. Stay like that. Now show me a little more.”

You bit your lip, hesitating.

“Why are you being like this…?”

“Because someone was watching you the way they shouldn’t. And now I need to remind him who you belong to.”

You looked down, shy, but there was something in your eyes. A spark. Jake saw it. And that was all he needed.

“I’m going to make sure you hear exactly what I’d do to you if you were here…”

And without warning, he pulled his sweatpants down, his hand wrapping around himself slowly, deliberately.

Your eyes widened. Your breath quickened.

Jake licked his lips and smirked, knowing Ni-ki was still frozen in the corner, watching it all unfold.

“This is for you. And if anyone else dares to look again… I’ll break their fucking hands.”

He didn’t take his eyes off the camera as his hand began to move with more rhythm. Your cheeks flushed. You couldn’t look away.

Your thighs instinctively pressed together, and Jake noticed instantly.

“Are you squeezing your legs?”

“Open them.”

Your breath hitched. You did as he said, slowly, trembling.

“Just like that. Let me see.”

Then his tone dropped, deep and cutting, as he tilted his head slightly.

“And you, the one in the back… listen well.”

“This face. These moans. They’re mine. And all you’ll ever get… is the sound of me fucking her until she can’t even speak.”

His eyes returned to you, darker now, his hand pumping faster.

“Touch yourself.”

“I want to see you soaking wet, knowing someone else is dying to be me… but never will.”

Your hand slipped under the shirt. A soft whimper escaped your lips, and Jake groaned in response.

“That’s it, baby. Give it all to me. I want you to come for me, right now… while he sits there, not even able to breathe without hating himself for wanting you.”

✧ Sunghoon ----------

Sunghoon hadn’t expected to walk in on that.

He was just heading up to grab a hoodie he’d lent Heeseung, but as he passed by the slightly open door… he heard it.

Moans. Your name. And it wasn’t his own voice saying it. He peeked in, curious… and saw.

Heeseung was leaning against the headboard, body tense, his hand moving steadily between his legs. But what truly froze him in place was what Heeseung was holding in the other hand: A photo of you. That photo of you at the beach. The one only Sunghoon had. He stared for a few seconds in silence, not moving. Until Heeseung opened his eyes… and saw him.

“Shit…” he muttered, instantly pulling his hand away. The photo dropped to the floor.

Sunghoon didn’t say anything at first. He glanced down, picked up the picture calmly, slid it into the back pocket of his jeans… then looked up with a raised brow.

“Are you seriously jerking off to my girl?”

Heeseung opened his mouth, but nothing coherent came out.

Sunghoon just watched him. No yelling. No anger.

“Wanna really see her?”

Heeseung frowned, confused.

“Then come with me.”

…

Minutes later, Heeseung was sitting in the corner armchair of Sunghoon’s bedroom. From there, he had the perfect view.

You were on the bed, wearing a loose shirt that barely covered you. You didn’t know anyone else was there. You were smiling at Sunghoon, that smile that always drove him insane.

He leaned in, kissed you softly, and gently pushed the fabric up to expose your hips.

“Can I have you now, baby?”

“Always, Hoon…” you whispered, hands gliding up to his neck.

He laid you down carefully, settling between your thighs, trailing kisses down your skin like he had all the time in the world.

“You look so fucking beautiful like this…”

From the chair, Heeseung watched, breath shallow, heart racing.

Sunghoon leaned down, lips brushing yours as he whispered:

“Do me a favor…”

“What kind…?”

“Moan for me. Loud this time I want someone else to hear what he’ll never have.”

And then he pushed into you, deep and smooth. Your moan was soft at first, but it rose with each thrust.

The pace wasn’t rushed—it was intense, focused, like Sunghoon was trying to claim every inch of you.

On the chair, Heeseung was already falling apart. His hand slid down. Slowly at first.

He couldn’t look away. Your body. Your lips. The way you arched beneath Sunghoon…

And then your eyes found his. You looked straight at him. Held his gaze. And smiled. A soft, teasing, breathless smile full of heat.

While Sunghoon gripped your hips and thrust harder, you never broke eye contact with Heeseung. You bit your lip. Raised your hips. Took him deeper.

And then you moaned. Loud. Shameless. For him. Looking right at him.

And Heeseung? 

He completely lost it.

✧ Sunoo ----------

The house was completely silent when you got up to look for Sunoo. You’d woken in the middle of the night, missing the warmth of his body next to yours.

Barefoot, and wearing nothing but one of your oversized shirts, you walked quietly down the hallway. A faint light shone beneath one of the doors—you assumed he was there.

You didn’t knock. You just opened the door softly…

And froze. Jake was sitting on the bed, shirtless, his face tense, his hand between his legs. But that wasn’t the worst part. It was what he was holding in his arms. Your shirt. The one you swore you’d tossed in the dirty laundry.

And his voice…

“Fuck, Y/n…”

Then he looked up—and saw you.

His whole face shifted, panic crashing into him all at once. He sat up fast, still breathless, guilt painted across his expression.

“Y/n… I didn’t—”

But he never got to finish. The door behind you flew open. Sunoo.

He grabbed your arm without saying a word, slammed the door shut behind you both, and pulled you down the hallway toward his room.

You didn’t resist. You couldn’t speak. His face was unreadable—but in his eyes, there was something new.

Rage. Wounded pride. And desire.

Once inside, he closed the door behind you. Still holding your wrist, his eyes swept over you slowly.

“Are you okay?” he asked, voice low and restrained. You nodded, still in shock at what you'd just walked in on.

Sunoo took a deep breath. Stepped closer. Then again.

Until your back hit the door. His hand rose to your face, his thumb brushing your cheek, but his gaze never softened.

“Don’t go walking into rooms that aren’t mine again.”

His tone wasn’t gentle. It was firm. Dominant. And that version of him turned you on instantly.

“You’re mine.”

Then, without warning, he kissed you. Hard. No hesitation.

His tongue claimed your mouth like he owned it, and his hands slid down your waist, pushing you toward the bed. He pulled your shirt off in one swift move, then laid you down—careful, but relentless. He climbed over you, his skin warm against yours, his expression unreadable but intense.

“Did he touch you?”

You shook your head.

“Did he speak to you?”

“Only my name…” you whispered.

Sunoo leaned in, mouth brushing your ear.

“Then you’re going to moan it loud enough that he never dares say it again.”

His hands slid to your hips, then his mouth followed—trailing down your belly, slow and sure.

He wasn’t in a rush. He was claiming you.

Every kiss, every lick, every soft whimper he pulled from your lips was his way of branding you—reminding you, and anyone else listening, exactly who you belonged to.

And as you melted beneath his touch, something became painfully clear:

Sweet, perfect Sunoo… also knew exactly how to be ruthlessly yours.

✧ Jungwon ----------

Jungwon had only planned to grab a hoodie. That was it. Nothing more, nothing weird.

But as he passed by the slightly open door to Sunoo’s room… he heard something.Fast breathing. Soft, muffled moans.

He paused. Stepped closer—quietly. And then he saw it.

Sunoo, sitting at the edge of the bed, panting, one hand gripping a wrinkled shirt, the other working between his legs. But the worst part?

What was right in front of him. A photo of you.

One that only you and Jungwon should have. One of those private ones you’d taken after a shower, late one night.

Jungwon didn’t make a sound. He just shut the door—quietly—before Sunoo could even realize he’d been seen.

Then he turned and went straight back to his room, where you were sitting on the bed, scrolling through your phone, wearing one of his shirts and absolutely nothing underneath.

He looked at you for a long second. Then walked over and gently took the phone from your hands.

“Come here. Lie down.”

“What’s going on?”

“We’re going to film something together.”

“Wait… what?”

“Sunoo’s jerking off to a photo of you. So let’s give him something better.”

Your eyes widened completely. But you didn’t speak. Because Jungwon was already setting up his phone, placing it on the shelf across from the bed—angled perfectly.

Then he turned to you, undressing quickly, every movement calm, controlled, intense. He crawled between your legs, eyes burning.

“You ready?”

“Y-Yeah…” 

He kissed you. Not softly. It was deep, consuming—needy.

His hands moved over your body, lifting the shirt, exposing your skin, and in seconds, you were completely naked beneath him, lying back as he spread you open with his fingers.

“Look me in the eyes. I want that bastard to see everything.”

Then he pushed inside you in one smooth, hard motion.

You gasped—his name tearing from your lips without warning.

Jungwon started to move. Fast. But deliberate. Every thrust purposeful. Every sound, every angle, timed and measured. His hips snapped against you with force. His hands gripped your waist tight.

“This… is what it looks like when I really have you.”“When you’re wet for me. When you moan my name. When you come just for me.”

He reached up, wrapping a hand around your throat—not tight, just to hold you close, keep your eyes locked to his.

“I want you to come while looking at me.”“Knowing someone else is going to be watching this with his hand down his pants.”

His voice—those words—broke something inside you. The pleasure surged. You came hard, screaming his name, trembling underneath him.

Jungwon growled against your mouth, feeling you tighten around him—and followed right after, spilling inside you with a low, shaky moan. He stayed there for a moment, panting, forehead resting against yours.

Then he looked toward the camera. Got up, picked up the phone, and typed:

“Here’s some better material to jerk off to 😏🔥”

And hit send.

✧ Ni-ki ----------

You’d gotten up quickly—barefoot, half-asleep—just wanting to use the bathroom before crawling back into bed.

You opened the door without thinking… And froze. Jay was there. Standing in front of the mirror, shirt lifted, pants low, his hand wrapped tightly around his erection.

But that wasn’t what knocked the air out of your lungs. It was the phone, resting on the sink edge. The photo on the screen. You.

The one you’d taken at the beach—from the back, in that tiny bikini. The one only Ni-ki was supposed to have.

Jay met your eyes. And didn’t stop. His hand kept moving—slower now, but firmer. He didn’t look ashamed. Or guilty. Just hungry.

“Now that you’re here…”“You gonna stay—or just stand there and watch?”

You had no idea what to say. You stammered something you couldn’t even remember, took a step back, and shut the door with your heart hammering in your throat. You ran back to the room.

Ni-ki was lying on the bed, phone in hand.

“Niki…” you whispered.

He looked up.

“What’s wrong?”

“I saw Jay… in the bathroom… he was— He was touching himself… to my photo.”

Ni-ki went silent. He didn’t say a word. He got up slowly. Walked out the door. Closed it behind him.

You were left there, sitting on the bed, breath caught in your chest, not knowing what was about to happen. You didn’t know how much time passed before he returned. But when he did—he didn’t give you a chance to think.

The door swung open hard. Ni-ki stepped in, slammed it shut, and grabbed your arm with a firm grip you’d never felt from him before. He pressed you back against the door, his body against yours, eyes dark and locked on you.

“That photo?” —he said, voice low and sharp— “Only I was supposed to see it.”

Then he kissed you—hard. Fierce. Uncontrolled.

His hands slipped down to your thighs, lifting you easily, forcing your legs around his waist. Your back hit the door. His mouth moved down your neck.

“I’m gonna fuck you right here.”“Where anyone can hear it. Just so it’s clear who really owns you.”

He yanked your underwear down, let his pants fall, and entered you in one swift, deep thrust. No waiting. No words.

The door creaked under the pressure of every thrust. His hands gripped your hips tightly, his moans hot against your skin.

“He touched himself thinking about you?”“Then let him hear you moaning for me.”

Your body arched against him, legs shaking from the intensity. Each thrust was fast, firm, perfectly placed.

You were completely his. The way he filled you—so deep, so full—you couldn’t even breathe.

“Say it. Tell me who you belong to.”

“You! I’m yours, Ni-ki! Only yours!”

“Louder. Let them all fucking hear it.”

And you did.

You screamed his name when you came, clutching his back, trembling against him. He followed just seconds later—buried inside you, body shaking, forehead pressed to yours as he whispered:

“No one else. Ever.”

✧A/n: Do you know what I’m obsessed with? Sunghoon and Heeseung fighting over the reader — like aaaah!!, I need to write more about them like this!!! I hope you liked it! Comments, likes, and reblog are really appreciated!! Mwah!Mwha! ilysm

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[shyoko]

✧You and another member play fighting, and you end up on top of him ✦༺⊹

This writing is my own; no copies, adaptations, or translations are allowed. I hope you like it. 𓂃 

✦ 3.6K words * Masterlist˚ Taglist₊‧ ✦𓂃 

You can send me all the requests you want before Sunday. I’ll be writing them throughout June and July. After that day, requests will be closed!

enhypen x fem!reader ⚠️ CW: jealousy, angst, emotional tension, possessive behavior, rough intimacy, heated confrontations, wall pinning, intense kissing, dirty talk, slight humiliation, neck kissing, marking (hickeys), affirmations of ownership, insecure behavior, friends-to-lovers tension, make-up, and emotional aftercare.

✧ Heeseung ----------

“Please, Sunoo, lend it to me,” you demanded, sitting next to him and stretching your arm to reach the snack he had bought you—after you had told him over and over again how much you loved it.

You leaned over his body to retrieve it, and he, laughing, held you by the waist to keep you from falling while pulling the package even farther from you. Both of your laughter filled the room, creating a light and fun moment…

Until a dry cough abruptly broke the mood.

Heeseung stood at the door, arms crossed, brow furrowed, and with an expression of anger so intense that it seemed to erase all the joy in an instant. His murderous gaze locked onto the two of you—especially Sunoo.

“What the hell is going on here?” he snapped, his voice cold and razor-sharp.

Sunoo immediately dropped the package and pulled his hand from your waist like it had burned him. The sudden movement made you lose balance, falling onto him. Heeseung barely moved, but his eyes burned with jealousy.

“Are you comfortable, Sunoo?” he asked with a forced, venom-laced smile.

“It’s not what it looks like…” Sunoo tried to explain nervously, raising his hands.

“Oh, really? Because from here it looks like your hands are where they shouldn’t be,” Heeseung interrupted, taking another step toward you. “You think this is funny, or what?”

The tension thickened. Sunoo opened his mouth to say something, but Heeseung had already grabbed your arm—firm but not painful—and hoisted you over his shoulder with determination. His gaze never left Sunoo.

“Don’t ever touch her like that again. Not even as a joke.”

Sunoo nodded silently, swallowing hard, while you, dangling from Heeseung’s shoulder, kicked and protested.

Heeseung walked straight to the bedroom, slamming the door behind him. He dropped you face down on the mattress and quickly climbed on top of you, pressing his body against yours.

“You’re mine, damn it. How many times do I have to say it? I don’t like those little games of yours—and even less when they’re with him,” he spat, his lips brushing your ear.

His warm breath hit your skin, but his tone wasn’t sweet this time. He was angry, jealous, consumed by a mix of frustration and intensity.

“Whose are you?”

You squirmed under his body, your heart pounding. But before you could answer, his voice came again, firmer:

“I asked: whose the hell are you? Answer me!”

His lips came down to your neck and bit hard, without care. Then he licked the area, a silent apology for the roughness.

“Yours… I’m yours, Heeseung,” you gasped, breathless.

“That’s right, baby. Only mine,” he whispered, his expression calmer now, though his eyes still blazed.

He placed a soft kiss on your cheek, then wrapped you in his arms and lay down with you, holding you close—as if afraid someone else might ever touch you again.

✧ Jay ----------

The neon lights of the trampoline park danced in colorful flashes, mixing with the loud music and the laughter of the boys. They jumped, fell, screamed. As always, Jay stayed by your side, his hand tightly holding yours—as if claiming you silently.

But the chaos of the place ended up separating you for a few moments. Jake found you first, bursting with energy and flashing that mischievous grin.

“Wanna wrestle? I bet you won’t last a minute,” he said, winking.

“Oh yeah? Want to try me?” you replied through laughter, accepting the challenge without much thought.

It started with playful pushes, clumsy dodges, and stifled shrieks between giggles. Jake circled your waist playfully, catching you to keep you from falling, and you responded by flailing at the air, laughing. But with one bad jump, you lost your balance and fell straight onto him.

Jake laughed, his arms instinctively wrapping around you.

“Hey, are you okay?” he asked, his voice warm while you stayed on his chest, still laughing uncontrollably.

But then you felt it. That silent pressure that stops time. You looked up—and there was Jay.

His jaw was tight, eyes locked on the scene, breath held in as if one more spark could make him explode. He walked toward you both with firm steps, his expression cold, too cold... too controlled.

“Get up,” he said to Jake, without needing to raise his voice.

Jake, now clearly uncomfortable, helped you stand. Jay approached you. He wasn’t rough, but the way his hand gripped your arm was final—like he was saying come with me without needing to speak.

“Did anything hurt?” he asked gently, scanning you quickly with his eyes, though the anger burning inside him was far from hidden.

“I’m fine, Jay… it was just an accident,” you began, but he didn’t let you finish.

He turned to Jake with a tight, forced smile.

“Didn’t know we were playing ‘roll around with someone else’s girlfriend’ now.”

Jake raised his hands, awkwardly.

“It wasn’t like that, I swear—we were just messing around…”

Jay just stared at him a moment longer. He didn’t answer. He didn’t need to. His silence was worse.

Then he looked back at you, took your face in his hands, and leaned in with determination. He kissed you—deep, hard, without restraint. A kiss full of everything he wasn’t saying aloud. Jealousy. Rage. Need. Possession.

When he pulled away, his eyes still held that dark fire.

“Let’s go.”

He took your hand and you followed him, saying nothing more. You got in the car in silence. He played music low as he started the engine. His left hand on the wheel, his right still holding yours—tight.

“Jay… I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for it to happen. We were just playing,” you murmured, staring at his fingers that wouldn’t let you go.

He didn’t answer right away. He just breathed deeply, lips pressed together, and finally pulled over on a quiet street, turning to face you.

“I don’t care if it was just a joke. I didn’t like it. I don’t like seeing you like that with anyone else. I don’t ever want to feel that again,” he said softly, but the intensity in his voice hurt more than if he had yelled.

“It won’t happen again, I promise,” you said, touching his cheek.

Jay closed his eyes for a moment, then leaned in and rested his forehead against yours.

“I love you. But I’m jealous, and I’m terrible at hiding it.”

You hugged him, and this time he kissed you softly, like the world made sense again—just because he was in your arms.

✧ Jake ----------

The music boomed through the speakers while colorful lights bounced off the walls. You were in front of the TV with Ni-Ki, playing Just Dance. Fast movements, nonstop laughter, and him determined to get in your way just to mess with you.

"Come on, focus! You’re losing because of me!" he yelled between laughs, standing right in front of you to block the screen.

"Ni-Ki, move!" you shouted through your giggles, giving him a light push as you tried to follow the beat of the song.

The game went on, but at one point, Ni-Ki moved awkwardly and stumbled. He accidentally pushed you, and in the blink of an eye, you both fell to the ground, rolling over each other. A small groan escaped his lips.

"Ouch… that hurt," he joked, laughing as you stayed on top of him, laughing so hard you couldn’t get up.

But then, the atmosphere shifted. You felt a gaze on you, sharp as a blade. You turned—and there was Jake.

Your boyfriend.

His brow furrowed, lips pressed tightly, and a mix of jealousy and discomfort written all over his face.

"What the hell is this?" he snapped, voice laced with tension.

You stood up immediately, your heart pounding like a drum.

"Jake, it’s not what it looks like…" you began, reaching out to touch him.

But he pulled his hand away—not violently, but coldly. His eyes, usually so warm, now refused to meet yours. He turned around, ready to leave.

"Jake, wait…"

Ni-Ki stood up and approached him, serious now, the jokes gone.

"It was my fault. I pushed her by accident, she fell on top of me. I’m really sorry," he said sincerely, knowing he had crossed a line—even if unintentionally.

Jake didn’t respond. He just nodded slightly, accepting the apology but not hiding his anger. Ni-Ki left quietly, leaving you two alone.

You walked up to Jake before he could leave again. You held his face in your hands and kissed him. Once, twice, three times. Short, sweet kisses—like little patches for every cracked piece of his heart.

He didn’t react right away. His brows were still furrowed, lips in that cute little pout. But his eyes were slowly softening.

"I’m still mad," he mumbled, not looking away from you.

You smiled faintly, saying nothing, and gently pushed him toward the couch. He sat without resistance, and you climbed onto his lap, straddling him and holding his face.

"Then let me pamper you until it goes away," you whispered against his lips, kissing him more slowly now, letting your hands roam across his neck, his hair, his back.

Jake sighed, arms gradually wrapping around you, giving in. His pout faded under your soft touches and slow kisses.

"You’re impossible…" he finally murmured against your neck, now with a defeated smile.

"And you’re too cute to be jealous over a game."

He chuckled softly and hugged you tighter.

"Only because you’re mine. And I’m yours. You know that, right?"

"I know. And I’m never letting you go."

✧ Sunghoon ----------

The ice shimmered beneath your skates as the boys’ laughter echoed around the rink. Everyone was skating, weaving around each other playfully, and you had gotten into a little game with Heeseung: every time you crossed paths, one of you gave the other a soft push. Nothing serious—just good fun.

"Your turn!" Heeseung shouted as he gave you a light shove while passing by.

You laughed and returned the favor on your next lap. Sunghoon noticed. He noticed everything—from how you smiled at Heeseung to those pushes disguised as a game. He didn’t say anything, just pressed his lips together and kept skating with the others, his brow slightly furrowed.

And then it happened.

Heeseung pushed you again, this time a bit harder, and you spun on your skates and gave him a stronger shove than intended. He wasn’t expecting it and stumbled, grabbing your arm on instinct so he wouldn’t fall alone. His body hit the ice—and you landed right on top of him.

One of his skates caught your leg, and a sharp pain shot through your calf.

"Ouch!" you cried, curling in on yourself without meaning to.

Heeseung sat up with effort, worried, his hands going to your injured leg.

"Did I hurt you? Let me see..." he muttered, frowning, while you were still on top of him.

But before he could touch you again, a voice cut through the moment like a knife.

"Don’t touch her."

Sunghoon arrived like a storm. His eyes sparked with restrained anger as he looked at Heeseung.

"Be more careful. Can’t you see you hurt her? And don’t touch her again."

His tone was serious, dry, leaving no room for argument. He took you gently, almost afraid of causing more pain, and helped you up. He didn’t look at you. Didn’t say anything else. Just wrapped his arm around you and led you off the ice, searching for an empty bench.

He knelt in front of you without a word, his brows furrowed, breath heavy. He opened his backpack and pulled out the small first-aid kit he always carried just in case. He lifted your leg onto his thigh with great care, though tension still lined every movement.

You watched him in silence, knowing he was angry—but also seeing how his fingers trembled slightly as he touched you. He couldn’t stand seeing you hurt, even if his pride was hurting too.

You raised a hand and gently ran your fingers through his dark hair.

"Hoon..."

He didn’t respond, just continued disinfecting the wound.

You leaned in until your face was close to his, and left a soft kiss on his forehead. Then one on his cheek. And one more—on his lips.

"I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have played around with Heeseung like that. I didn’t think it’d end like this… I love you, Sunghoon."

He paused. Slowly lowered his head without looking at you, resting it on your thighs as he knelt there. He stayed like that for a few moments, breathing against your skin, then lifted his face slightly and kissed your injured leg gently.

"Does it hurt a lot…?" he whispered, his voice finally coming out, a little broken.

You shook your head with a soft smile, still running your fingers through his hair as he remained there, holding you, not caring who saw.

"It only hurts when you’re mad at me."

Sunghoon looked up at you, and though a hint of frustration lingered in his eyes, his expression softened. He kissed your bandaged knee and rested his forehead on your leg again with a calm sigh.

"I can’t stay mad at you when you’re like this…"

✧ Sunoo ----------

The atmosphere in the living room was warm and relaxed. Dim lights, several blankets scattered over the couch, everyone chatting, laughing, lounging however they pleased. You were among them, leaning against the armrest of the sofa, with Sunoo beside you, his fingers absentmindedly caressing your hand under the blanket.

But the peace was interrupted when the first cushions started flying.

"Who did that?" you asked, looking around while everyone pretended to be innocent.

Jungwon shrugged, trying to stifle his laughter.

A few minutes passed… another cushion hit you. This time, straight on the head. You turned quickly, and once again, he acted like nothing happened.

"I saw you, Jungwon!" you laughed, grabbing one of the cushions to throw it back.

He stood up, running through the living room, and you chased him, laughing. You ran between the scattered blankets until you finally caught up with him. You gave him a light tap on the back as he dramatically pretended to fall… and just as you took one more step, you tripped over a blanket and fell… right on top of him.

You both laughed. Jungwon burst out laughing with you on top of him.

But amid the laughter, you didn’t notice Sunoo standing up from the sofa. His smile vanished without anyone noticing. He left the room in silence, without saying a word, disappearing from your view.

It wasn’t until the mood calmed down and you looked to your side that you noticed he was gone.

"Where’s Sunoo…?"

Worried, you stood up, left the room, and found him in the kitchen, his back to the door, hands braced on the counter, brows furrowed, lips tight. His entire posture radiated quiet anger.

"Sunoo…" you whispered, cautiously approaching.

You tried to hug him from behind, but he stepped away.

"No," he said sharply, without looking at you. "Go hug Jungwon, since you get along so well with him."

His voice was low, tense. It hurt you, because you knew it wasn’t just jealousy—it was insecurity masked as annoyance.

You didn’t say anything. You simply hugged him from behind, tightly, leaving no space for him to escape. You rested your cheek against his back.

"I love you, Sunoo… Only you. I’m sorry if I made you feel bad. It was nothing, we were just playing. But you’re the most important thing to me."

You felt him take a deep breath. His shoulders relaxed just a little… then he slowly turned around. His eyes were slightly glassy, his jaw tight, and his mouth… his mouth trembled with words he didn’t want to say.

He looked at you. His silence burned.

And without saying anything, he gently pinned you against the counter, placing his hands on either side of your body. His face came close, until his breath brushed your lips.

"Don’t do it again," he whispered before kissing you with soft rage, desperate to reclaim what he felt he’d lost, even if it had only been minutes.

He kissed your lips again and again, then moved down to your neck, leaving a trail of heat that made your skin shiver. He moved up to your cheeks, kissing them more tenderly this time, before wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close.

"You’re mine. Don’t make me feel like I could lose you."

"Never. I’m yours, Sunoo. Only yours."

✧ Jungwon ----------

"I already told you, I’m not jealous," Jungwon repeated for what felt like the hundredth time, reclining with apparent calm on the sofa, while the rest of the group raised an eyebrow and exchanged knowing smiles.

Jay, who was sitting on your other side, wasn’t even trying to hide the fact that he wanted to tease. You weren’t helping either, laughing with him as you played with tickles and silly comments that made Jungwon pretend to ignore the situation… until he couldn’t anymore.

A clumsy push, a laugh too loud… and suddenly you were on top of Jay, laughing, unaware of the fire you’d just lit.

"You okay?" Jay asked, amused, his hand on your arm.

Then silence. The kind that hurts in your chest. You turned—and saw him. Jungwon, standing, looking at you like he’d just seen something that hurt more than he could admit.

"You’re going to get off him. Now." His voice was cold. So controlled, it was scary.

"Wonie, wait, it’s not what—"

He didn’t let you finish. He grabbed your arm firmly—not violently, but with enough intensity to make you follow him. Without another word, he walked you to his room. He closed the door, leaned his back against it, and looked at you with eyes burning.

"Did you enjoy it?"

"Don’t be ridiculous…" you murmured, though your heart was racing.

"No, I want to hear it. Did you like him holding you? Touching you?"

You stepped closer to him.

"We were just playing. You were right there. You know it was nothing."

But he was already close to you, holding your waist. He gently pushed you against the wall, pressing his body to yours.

"I don’t care if it was a game. I don’t want it to happen again. Not with him. Not with anyone."

Slowly, his hands moved up your sides, and he unbuttoned the top buttons of your shirt with a calm but firm motion, his eyes never leaving yours. He leaned down, leaving a deep kiss on your neck… then another, warmer, lower.

"You’re mine. Mine," he whispered against your skin. "And you’re not covering this. I want everyone to see. To know who you belong to."

"I am… I always have been," you whispered, almost breathless.

"Then remember that. Because if I see that again… I can’t promise what I’ll do."

He hugged you tightly, burying his face in the crook of your neck, breathing deeply, trying to calm the storm inside him. You caressed him gently, resting your head on his chest.

"I’m sorry, Jungwon. I don’t want to hurt you. I love you."

"And I love you," he replied against your skin. "Too much."

✧ Ni-ki ----------

The living room was full of laughter and chatter, but for you, everything revolved around Sunghoon. He, who was usually cold and reserved, was different today: playful, close, smiling in a way that made your heart beat faster. Between jokes and soft pushes, you felt more alive than ever, savoring every brush of his hands, every glance shared.

But then, from a corner, Ni-ki was watching you with intense eyes and an expression you’d never seen on him before—pure, burning jealousy. The playful interaction between you and Sunghoon was hitting a nerve he didn’t want to acknowledge.

In the middle of your friendly wrestling, you lost your balance and fell on top of Sunghoon, who caught you without hesitation. Laughter escaped your lips as he held you, looking at you with a mix of tenderness and something deeper that surprised everyone.

Ni-ki couldn’t take it anymore. He walked over, voice laced with anger.

"What’s going on here? Do you really like my girlfriend that much?"

He shoved Sunghoon hard and turned to leave, but you followed him immediately.

"Ni-ki, wait… it’s not what you think."

He didn’t even look at you, jaw clenched, brows furrowed, already halfway to the door.

But you weren’t going to let distance grow between you. With determination, you grabbed his shirt as he crossed the threshold, pulling him back to you.

Your lips crashed into his in a fiery kiss, full of love and anger and desperation.

Ni-ki froze for a second, surprised, but melted into the kiss. His arms wrapped around you tightly, lifting you in an embrace that set your skin ablaze.

You felt every heartbeat against your chest, every sigh on his lips.

His hands slid down your back, pressing you against him as if to make sure you wouldn’t slip away.

His eyes opened slightly as he pulled away for a moment, resting his forehead on your skin.

"You’re mine, and no one else is going to touch you." he whispered, voice rough with love and jealousy.

You took his hand and laced your fingers with his, guiding him firmly toward the hallway.

In the dim light, where no one could see, he kissed you again—slow, deep, like it was the first and last time.

The world faded around you, leaving only the heat of his lips and the electricity sparking through your body.

When you finally pulled away, his eyes met yours, full of promises and fierce desire.

Without a word, you took his hand and walked with him into the bedroom, leaving behind the noise and jealousy to melt into that private, intimate silence.

✦N/a: If I were Ni-Ki, I wouldn’t have forgiven her 😔😔 (I think I got a little too affectionate with Y/N and Sunghoon LOL) I hope you liked it, love you so much 🩷

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✧ Making his silent girlfriend loud ✦༺⊹

This writing is my own; no copies, adaptations, or translations are allowed. I hope you like it. (English is not my first language.) 

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enhypen x fem!reader ⚠️ cw: nsfw / +18, overstimulation, rough sex, oral (f), impact play, light bondage, dom!vibes, multiple orgasms, crying, degradation + praise, toys, etc. minors dni. read responsibly.

✧ Heeseung ----------

Heeseung had you naked, lying on your back, your body glistening with sweat, your legs spread wide and trembling. You’d already cum. Twice. But he wasn’t planning to stop.

"Shhh, I know, I know..." He whispered as his tongue slowly slid across your clit, once again. "But you said you were enjoying it… so why are you biting your lip now?"

His fingers kept you open, exposed, completely vulnerable, while his tongue moved in slow, precise circles—so exact that your body jolted with every pass.

"Still trying to hold back? Really?" His voice dropped, darker. "I’m wrecking myself just to make you feel everything… and you're still so fucking quiet."

He sucked on your clit harder, making your hips jerk off the mattress. A high, broken moan tore from your lips.

"That." "That’s what I wanted from the beginning."

Then… he intensified everything.

Two fingers slipped inside you, wet, expert. He started thrusting them in rhythm with his tongue, which never slowed, never eased, never gave you a second of rest.

Your body couldn’t take it.

You were panting, moaning loud, eyes brimming with tears, your legs trying to close on instinct.

But Heeseung held you open firmly. "No. None of that. Stay wide for me." "You’re gonna cum all over me, baby. You’re gonna give it to me, even if I leave you shaking for days."

He grabbed your wrists, pinning them above your head, pressing you down into the mattress as he kept sucking your clit hungrily, his fingers fucking you faster, deeper.

Your moans turned into screams. Your body arched, broke apart—you came hard, a brutal orgasm shaking you to your core… and it didn’t stop there.

Because he didn’t stop.

"Again. I’m not done with you." "You're gonna scream until your voice gives out."

You kept dripping, your body twitching, his mouth chasing every wave of pleasure, giving you more, forcing another orgasm. And another. And another.

Your voice was nothing but his name, repeated between sobs and whimpers. Your skin burned, your legs refused to move, and still, he kept going like it was the first time he touched you.

"That’s it. Fall apart for me, baby." "I want every part of your body to remember my name."

✧ Jay ----------

You were in his lap, completely naked on top of his clothed thigh, his pants still buttoned—fabric pressing rough against your burning skin. His thigh beneath you, solid, flexed, ready.

Jay had one hand on your lower back, guiding you in slow, lazy movements.

"You know what drives me crazy about you?" His deep voice brushed against your ear, warm and dark. "You’re always so quiet. So… contained."

His other hand slid up to your throat—not squeezing, just resting there, heavy, commanding.

"You’re grinding on my thigh, naked, dripping wet… and not a single fucking sound has come out of you."

Your hips kept moving, seeking friction. Your lips parted, but no sound dared escape. The heat in your core was rising too fast to handle.

"Look at how much you’re soaking my pants." His tone was teasing, but full of lust. "And you’re still trying to keep it in. What do I have to do to make you give me everything, baby?"

He tightened his grip on your waist, pulling you down harder onto his thigh, making the fabric rub directly against your clit. You trembled.

"You wanna cum like this, pretty girl?"

You nodded desperately, eyes pleading, your nails digging into his shoulders.

But he shook his head, a dark smile spreading on his face.

"Then moan." "Moan for me. Tell me with your voice. I’m not letting you cum until I hear it."

Your entire body trembled. You were burning inside, but still, your throat refused to betray you.

Jay clicked his tongue. "Alright then." "None of this."

He slowly lifted his leg, pulling away the only thing you needed. The moan that left your mouth was raw, involuntary, broken.

"There it is." His smile widened. "So cute when you finally sound like what you are… a desperate little baby for me."

He slammed his leg back down under you, and the sudden contact made you cry out, loud, raw, your body giving in to the overwhelming pleasure.

"That’s it, baby. Now we’re talking." "Fall apart. Soak my thigh. Scream my name if you need to."

Your voice could no longer be contained. Each movement against his thigh tore out moans, whimpers, cries—his name falling from your lips like a prayer.

You came hard, thighs shaking, body arched in ecstasy.

Jay held you tight, murmuring into your ear:

"That’s what I like." "That voice is mine… and I want all of it tonight."

✧ Jake ----------

You were on top of him, riding him slow, his cock buried deep inside you. Your moans were barely audible, just soft breaths every now and then.

Jake’s hands were on your hips, guiding your rhythm gently, his bright gaze locked on yours.

"You okay, baby?" His voice was soft, sincere, brushing over your skin like a caress.

You nodded, biting your lip to hold in the sound that burned inside your throat. And he saw it. He knew.

"Oh… now I get it."

He sat up, your chests pressing together, his mouth brushing your ear.

"You’re trying to stay quiet." His tone shifted—lower, darker, filthy. "Why? Don’t you want me to hear how good I’m making you feel?"

His hand slid down your back, and suddenly—a sharp slap to your ass, firm, loud, precise.

Your body jolted. A soft moan slipped out before you could catch it.

Jake smiled.

"There it is. That sound… so fucking sexy."

He grabbed the back of your neck, pressing your forehead to his.

"Don’t hide it from me, yeah?" "I want every sound. Every moan. Every scream you’ve been swallowing."

His hips started moving under you. Now he was fucking up into you from below, deep, hard, relentless. His cock hit every spot that shattered you from the inside.

"C’mon, pretty girl. Make noise for me. Be good and let go."

Your nails dug into his shoulders. Your breath came in shaky pants. Moans started spilling from your lips, breaking the air.

"That’s it." "That’s what I want. For you to forget all your control."

He held you tighter, fucking up into you faster, until you could barely stay upright on him.

"You know what happens if you don’t moan, right?" "I’ll make you cum so many times, you’ll have no choice but to scream."

And he did.

You came uncontrollably, your voice shattered, body shaking, screaming his name like it was the only thing you knew.

Jake didn’t stop. He wrapped his arms around you, kissed your neck, and whispered:

"You’re my quiet girl… but only until I touch you."

✧ Sunghoon ----------

Your legs were trembling with every thrust, your body slick with sweat against the sheets as Sunghoon buried himself inside you with a precision that bordered on insanity.

The sound of sex filled the room—skin on skin, breathless panting… but your lips stayed closed.

And he noticed.

"Again?" His voice came low, laced with disappointment. "You’re really gonna keep hiding those moans from me?"

You couldn’t answer. You just clung to the sheets, jaw clenched, swallowing every sound threatening to break free.

"No."

He pulled out suddenly, leaving you empty and gasping from the abrupt loss. Before you could process it, his hand came down hard, straight to your clit—sharp, loud, deliberate. The shock was electric, a jolt that made you scream instantly.

"That’s what I want." His voice was dry. Dominant. "That trembling mouth. That body twisting. Don’t ever hide that from me again."

And without giving you time to breathe, he slammed back into you, harder, faster, like he was trying to break the silence with sheer, brutal pleasure.

Every thrust was full of purpose. Contained rage. Wild need.

"Your body begs me with every fucking moan you try to bury." "Don’t you get it? This doesn’t end until you stop thinking and start screaming."

His hips pounded into yours relentlessly, pelvis crashing right against your clit, his hand coming down again—another slap, sharp, filthy, cruel—and this time, the moan that escaped your lips was a desperate cry, shattered and loud.

"That’s it, baby. You’re starting to give in." "Your silence is gone. Now you’re mine with every sound you make."

Your legs wrapped around his waist on instinct, trying to escape the overwhelming sensation—but he spread them again, gripping them tight, thrusting even deeper.

"Don’t close them. I want to see you break for me."

And you did.

You came with a scream, your name turned into a silent cry, your body arching, trembling, sweating, and crying from sheer pleasure.

Sunghoon looked down at you, panting, eyes blazing.

"That’s what I like." "And if you ever try to stay quiet again… I’ll make you scream so hard you won’t be able to talk the next day."

✧ Sunoo ----------

You were naked on the bed, your back against soft sheets while Sunoo settled between your legs, still fully clothed. His eyes trailed down your body with adoration… and a dangerously sharp hunger.

His fingers traced slow paths along your abdomen, climbing up to your chest, stopping right at your nipples.

"You know what drives me insane about you?"

He brushed them with his fingertips, barely grazing, and still, a shiver rushed down your spine.

"You’re so fucking quiet… but your nipples give it all away." His voice was like sweet poison—gentle, smooth… lethal. "So hard for me. So sensitive. And you’re still pretending you’re in control."

Without warning, his mouth dropped to one nipple, warm tongue circling the exact spot that made your vision blur. He sucked slow and deep, while his other hand pinched the other one—firm, precise.

A stifled moan escaped you, but you still fought to keep it down.

"Still resisting?" He looked up at you from below, his mouth wet with sinful devotion. "You really think you can stay quiet while I ruin you from right here?"

He kept going—licking, sucking, lightly biting, playing with your nipples like they were his personal obsession. Meanwhile, his other hand traveled down between your legs.

One finger slid inside. Then two. Slow, steady. The rhythm was exact. Destructive. Addictive.

"You’re dripping, baby. All of this… just from how I suck your tits."

He bit down gently on one nipple, then harder, just enough to make you moan, your body jolting as his fingers picked up speed.

"There it is." "That voice. That sound that drives me crazy."

He returned to your chest, rougher now, tongue swirling, lips sucking until your skin was red and throbbing. Then he switched to the other side, not giving you a second to breathe.

"You’re gonna cum just from this, aren’t you?"

And you knew it. Your legs trembled, your stomach tightened, your moans came free and wild. Your nipples burned, overstimulated, lit up with every flick of his tongue.

"Scream my name." "Do it while your body breaks for me."

And you did.

You came with a raw cry, back arched, nipples aching, his fingers still buried inside you, his mouth still worshiping your chest.

Sunoo crawled up to kiss you, his tongue just as sweet and deep as the way he broke you, and whispered against your lips:

"My quiet little baby… not so quiet now, huh?"

✧ Jungwon ----------

You were sitting on his desk, the lights in his room off except for the soft glow of his lamp. Your underwear already on the floor, your legs spread apart by his steady hands, and him standing between them, unbuttoning his pants with a desperate calmness.

Jungwon still had his shirt on, open, sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His eyes, dark, devoured you without touching you yet.

"Why do you always hold on, mm?"

His voice was a whisper laden with sweet menace as he stroked your thigh with his thumb.

“So pretty, so good...but so quiet.”

He slid the head of his cock across your pussy , gathering the wetness that awaited him. The contact made you let out a low, almost muted moan.

"This is for me, isn't it? All this dripping sweetness..."

He pushed you gently against the wood of the desk, your back arching reflexively.

“No, no, no.”

"Today you're not going to be quiet. Today you're going to scream."

And then, he buried himself in you. All at once. Slow, deep, without pause.

A choked gasp escaped you, but you still clung to the silence.

"Are you going to make me work for every fucking sound of yours?"

He grabbed your neck with gentle pressure, lifting your face to his.

"Perfect. I will."

His hips began to move. Rhythmic. Steady. Precise.

Each lunge went in deeper than the last, her eyes locked on you as your body began to surrender.

"That's it. You're starting to break, can you feel it?"

"Your body can no longer hide what it wants."

He squeezed your waist tighter, picking up the pace. Your mouth opened instinctively, letting out moans you didn't even know you could make.

"Like this. That's how I want you. I want you to let it all out. Every little noise, every gasp, every scream."

Your nails dug into his shoulders. Your legs trembled, your chest rose and fell hard.

"That's it, baby. Give it to me."

"Don't stop. Let go. I want to hear you beg me without words."

Your body exploded without warning. Your orgasm broke you with a choked cry, your name and his mingled in moans as you clung to him as if he was the only thing holding you.

But Jungwon didn't stop.

"See?"

"You're not so quiet when you're being well taken care of."

He pushed harder, deeper, faster. He was fucking you with a rhythm that no longer sought only pleasure-he sought to leave you scarred, toneless, broken with love and desire.

“And we're not done yet, beautiful.”

"I'm going to get every sound out of you that you've hidden since we met...and more."

✧ Ni-ki ----------

Your wrists were tied to the headboard with his belt, the firm leather biting into your skin every time you moved. Ni-ki was kneeling between your legs, still clothed, with that dangerous smile you knew so well.

“We can stay here all day, baby,” he murmured, his voice husky and his tone so low it made your skin bristle.

“This isn't over until you let out every sound you've been hiding.”

He picked up the small vibrator and turned it on. The buzz was like a promise in the air, and when he positioned it directly over your clit, a shuddering gasp escaped your lips.

But it wasn't enough. Not for him.

"That's it?"

He let out a soft laugh, laden with mockery, as his dark gaze bore into yours.

"Come on, baby. I know you can do better. Much better."

And then he lowered his head, and without giving you time to beg, his tongue came down on you with searing intensity.

Two fingers plunged inside you, precise, impatient, at the same pace as his mouth devoured your center with obsession. Every suction, every swirl of her tongue, every lunge of his fingers... everything was designed to break you.

And it did.

He was shaking you. He'd drag you to the edge.

And he wouldn't take his eyes off your face.

“Look at you...” he murmured between licks.

“You're a beautiful mess.”

You pulled at his belt hard, the leather straining tighter against your wrists. Your legs trembled, your voice threatening to come out, and he knew it. He wanted it. He demanded it.

His fingers found that exact spot that made you look white. A long moan escaped your throat before you could stop it.

“You're shaking, wet, moaning...”

“And you still dare to say you're not loud?”

He dropped the vibrator to the mattress carelessly, and brought one hand up to squeeze your cheeks, parting your lips with his fingers, forcing your mouth open.

“You're not going to hide another fucking sound.”

“I want to hear the whole of you.”

And you did.

The moans came out uncontrolled, raw, desperate. Your body arched, your hips sought more, your eyes rolled back as you cum on his fingers and tongue unable to stop yourself.

“Ni-ki... it's too much... Fuck!”

His name came out of you like a dirty prayer, repeated through tears of pleasure.

“You're so fucking beautiful when you can't stop screaming.”

Your voice sounded satisfied, lustful, as if you'd found your drug of choice.

You came hard, your body undone, dripping, still trapped in his fingers as he watched you from below as if worshipping you.

And when at last your muscles stopped trembling, he slowly climbed up, cupped your face with both hands, and left a soft kiss on your forehead, like a sweet punishment after so much destruction.

"You did so well for me, my pretty girl."

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✧ Accidentally sent a dirty message to another member. ✦༺⊹

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enhypen x fem!reader ⚠️ cw: NSFW / +18 — rough sex, jealousy, possessive behavior, light choking, wall sex, hair pulling, spanking, dirty talk, slight humiliation, intense kissing, marking (hickeys), sex in the shower. Minors DNI. Read responsibly.

✧ Heeseung ----------

It was noon. Heeseung had texted you from work, telling you that the day was turning into a complete nightmare. His message was short, but you could feel the exhaustion in his words: "I can't take it anymore. I'm done with everything today."

You sighed, imagining him in his studio, his head full of stress. You wanted to cheer him up. And you knew exactly how.

You got off the couch, walked to the mirror, and took a picture — nothing vulgar, but definitely bold. Provocative. Sexy. Perfect to lift his spirits and remind him that when he got home, he’d have something far better than work waiting for him.

You sent it without double-checking.

Seconds later... your world froze.

Sunghoon replied with: "…" followed by "Was this meant for me?"

You froze. You opened the sent message... and there it was. Your photo. Sent to Sunghoon.

Your hand flew to your mouth. Your heart pounded. You tried to delete the message, but it was too late. The damage was done.

And then your phone rang. It was Heeseung.

"Are you kidding me?" he said as soon as you answered, his voice deep, tense, furious. "Did you send that picture to Sunghoon?"

"No! It was a mistake, I swear… it was meant for you…"

"I’m leaving work. You better have answers when I get home."

He hung up.

You stood there in silence, gripping your phone, feeling the burn of shame mixing with the fear of what would come next.

An minuts later, you heard the door slam. Heavy footsteps approached. He walked straight to you, not saying a word. His shirt was half-unbuttoned, his eyes dark and intense.

He stopped in front of you. He didn’t yell. He didn’t ask.

"Give me the phone."

You handed it over with trembling hands. He unlocked it without effort, went straight to the chat with Sunghoon, deleted the message… and then the entire contact.

"You're never talking to him again." His voice was low, trembling with restrained anger.

"Heeseung, it was an accident. I swear..."

He placed the phone on the table, took your face in his hands, and looked at you so deeply you felt the floor disappear under your feet.

"An accident?" he whispered, his rough voice sliding down your spine as his hand moved slowly from your neck to your waist. "Then let me show you how we fix a mistake like that."

Without warning, he pushed you gently against the wall, his mouth crashing onto yours with a mix of fury and desire. He kissed you with hunger, with jealousy, with fire. His hands moved over your body with a possessive firmness, as if he had to reclaim every inch of your skin.

"You're mine," he growled between his teeth, lips brushing yours. "Only I get to see you like this. Only I get to touch you like this."

His mouth moved down your neck, leaving a trail of burning kisses, stopping at your collarbone. He made sure you felt every mark he left. His hands pulled you closer, demanding all of you.

"Do you know how hard it was to hold back all day? And now this..."

His voice trembled between desire and the need to make sure you never forgot who you belonged to.

✧ Jay ----------

You were in the living room, lying on a couch with your phone in hand while the guys chatted animatedly on the other side. Jay was standing, leaning against a table, laughing calmly with Jake and Sunghoon. His voice—so distinctive—had that effect on you: it pulled you in effortlessly.

You bit your lip without realizing it, watching him smile, move, talk. It felt like he hadn’t looked at you in hours, so focused on that conversation. You crossed your legs and sighed... You wanted to tease him a little.

So you opened your gallery and picked a photo—one of those only he was supposed to see. Nothing explicit, but suggestive, intimate… with a look that said everything your words didn’t. You smiled mischievously and sent it directly as a private message.

Or so you thought.

Seconds later, something felt off. Jake stopped talking, looked at his phone… then looked at you. He said nothing, but his eyes said it all. You swallowed hard. Checked your phone.

You had sent the photo to Jake.

Your heart stopped.

Jay noticed Jake’s reaction and leaned in to see the phone. His expression changed instantly. The muscles in his jaw tensed, and his eyebrow slowly raised.

"What is that?" he asked quietly, though everyone heard him.

Jake raised his hands, uncomfortable. "I… it wasn’t meant for me."

Jay turned to you, his eyes locked onto yours. He said nothing. Walked slowly toward where you were, while you tried to say something—but your tongue felt like stone.

"You were going to send that to me… but you sent it to Jake?" he said softly, in a tone that chilled your blood.

"It was a mistake… Jay, really, it wasn’t for him…" you whispered, feeling the shame rise to your ears.

But he didn’t answer.

He just grabbed your arm, firmly but not hurting you, and led you out of the room. No one said a word. Only his footsteps and your shaky breathing could be heard.

You entered his room, and he shut the door behind him forcefully.

He slowly let go of you, but his gaze stayed locked on yours.

"Do you know how I felt seeing that photo on someone else’s phone?" he asked hoarsely, holding back something more than anger.

"Jay, it was an accident. I swear…" you said, stepping closer.

"I don’t like it when you play with me." His voice was low, his words came out slowly, like he was deciding whether to hold back or give in.

Then he stepped forward, took your face in one hand, firmly, like he needed to make sure you were only looking at him.

"That photo was mine. Do you know how it felt to imagine Jake seeing you like that?"

His lips crashed into yours suddenly. The kiss was deep, burning, full of unspoken demand. It wasn’t sweet. It was possessive. Like he needed to prove you were still his.

His hands traveled down your waist as his body guided you back, pressing you against the door. His breath was hot against your neck as he moved down and left a slow, teasing, firm hickey.

"I’m going to mark you, so you won’t forget. No one else has the right to see you like this. No one."

Your legs trembled under his touch. His mouth returned to yours, this time slower, more intense. Jay’s hands slid down your hips with intent, while his lips burned with the same desire you had tried to awaken… and that now threatened to consume you completely.

✧ Jake ----------

You had a quiet day. Jake hadn’t texted you much, but you knew he was with Ni-ki—like he always was lately. You didn’t give it too much thought. You got comfortable on the couch, turned the TV on in the background, and grabbed your phone.

You missed him. Much more than you wanted to admit.

After a few minutes of thinking, you started writing him something. Something you knew would make him smile... or maybe something more. The message was bold, direct. You told him exactly what you wanted to do to him that night. How you were going to kiss him, touch him, ride him slow, and tease him until he begged you to let him come.

You bit your lip, amused by your own daring. And you sent it.

But seconds later, your screen hit you like a slap.

Ni-ki: "…Was this meant for me?"

Your heart stopped.

You opened the chat.

Yes. You had done it. Your dirtiest, most explicit message… had been sent to Ni-ki.

Ni-ki. Who was with Jake.

Blood rushed to your face, your hands trembled. You checked everything a thousand times, trying to convince yourself it wasn’t real. But it was.

You texted Jake. Nothing. Another. Silence. Tried calling. No answer.

And then, hours passed.

Until you heard the door open.

It closed with a sharp thud. No voice. No greeting. Just heavy footsteps down the hallway. You watched him as he walked straight into the bedroom.

You didn’t know what to do. You stayed on the couch a few minutes, biting your lip nervously. Then you got up and went after him.

He was lying on his side, back to you, shirt still on. He hadn’t covered himself. He hadn’t moved.

You carefully climbed onto the bed. Quietly approached him. Slowly lifted his shirt. He said nothing. He didn’t pull away.

You started kissing his back, his neck. Slowly. Gently. Almost afraid.

"I’m sorry, Jake… it was a mistake. That message was for you. I swear."

You continued kissing your way down until he suddenly turned and looked at you directly. His eyes were dark, intense. There was pain. There was anger.

He gently grabbed your hair, pulling you close to his face.

"Say it to my face," he whispered. "Was it a mistake? Or are you cheating on me with him?"

You looked him straight in the eyes, without hesitation.

"It was a mistake. I swear. Ni-ki has nothing to do with it. The message was yours. It was always meant for you."

Jake swallowed hard, closed his eyes for a second. When he opened them, they were glassy—but he didn’t cry. He kissed you. Suddenly. With hunger. With desperation.

"Fuck… thank god, baby…" he murmured against your lips.

Then he climbed on top of you, kissing you hard, with a mix of desire, relief, and fear. He held your waist tight, trapped you under him like he needed to remind you you were his.

"I thought you’d chosen him," he confessed as he kissed down your neck, reaching your collarbone. "Thought I wasn’t enough anymore."

"Never. It’s you. Only you."

Jake growled, kissing down your stomach with desperate need. He spread your legs, settled between them without saying a word. Only staring into your eyes.

"Then tonight you’re going to remember. You’re going to feel it. Every fucking second."

✧ Sunghoon ----------

It was almost eleven at night. You were alone in your room, body burning, mind lost in a single thought: Sunghoon. You had been secretly seeing each other for a few months. No one in the group knew. 

And that made it all the more addictive—this feeling like you were playing with fire.

You missed his body, his cold hands on your skin, the way he looked at you when he lost control. So, caught between need and boldness, you decided to record something.

You slipped under the sheets, pulled down your underwear, and started touching yourself while thinking of him. You let the moans come out—soft, filthy—

You recorded the audio with your eyes closed, skin tingling, heart racing. And you sent it.

Only… it didn’t go to Sunghoon’s chat. It went to Heeseung’s.

You realized it a second later, when the double blue checkmarks appeared under the wrong name.

“No… no, no, no,” you muttered, pale, unlocking your phone like you could undo the inevitable.

Heeseung replied quickly. Way too quickly. First a message:

“Was this for me?”

Then… a video. Short. But explosive. He was in it, panting, shirtless, staring into the camera, whispering:

“Fuck… you don’t know what you do to me… Y/n…”

You almost dropped the phone. The world crashed down on you. Heeseung thought the audio was for him. And now… he was playing along.

You locked your phone, covered your face with your hands, totally frozen. You’d screwed up. Badly.

And the worst part hadn’t even happened yet.

Because Heeseung… told Sunghoon.

Everything. In detail.

He was so excited, so convinced the audio was meant for him, that he showed it without thinking.

Sunghoon didn’t say much. Just enough.

“It was meant for me,” he muttered, jaw tight.

“What? What do you mean—” “You heard me.”

And he left. His face completely twisted by jealousy.

An hour later, he was at your door. He knocked hard. Walked in without saying much. His eyes were burning. He shut the door, looked you up and down, and spoke with a calm so fake it was frightening.

“Did you send it to the wrong chat? Or are you going to tell me you were trying to turn on my best friend?”

“Sunghoon, no! It was a mistake. A stupid mistake. It was for you. I swear…”

But he wasn’t in the mood for speeches. He pushed you against the wall, one hand firm on your waist, the other around your neck—not tight, but enough to make clear who was in control.

“For me? Then prove it.”

He kissed you with fury, with a mix of desire and rage that stole your breath. Lifted you up in his arms, carried you to the bed like you weren’t allowed to walk. Tore your clothes off in one swift move—fast, careless, like he needed to reassert that your body was his.

He climbed on top of you, not letting you escape his gaze.

“Say my name. Like in the audio. But loud this time.”

And you did. Again and again. Screaming.

His thrusts were deep, fast, intense. There was no room for tenderness. It was all skin, moans, fingernails digging in, and teeth on your neck. His hands gripped your hips tightly, forcing you to take every inch.

And in the middle of it all, without slowing down for even a second, he grabbed his phone, unlocked it, and recorded an audio.

“Listen to this, Heeseung,” he whispered into the mic, voice low and hoarse. “That’s how she moans my name.”

He let it record everything. Your moans. The sound of bodies slamming together. Your desperate voice crying out his name like a prayer.

He sent the audio without hesitation. Then dropped the phone to the floor and kissed you again—hard, with tongue, with jealousy.

“You’re mine. Only mine. And if anyone dares think otherwise again, I’ll fuck you even harder. You hear me?”

And it wasn’t a threat. It was a promise.

That night, the world stayed outside your room. There was only Sunghoon—his body, his rage, and that fierce need to make sure no one else touched you.

And you… didn’t want anyone else to, either.

✧ Sunoo ----------

The afternoon had been normal. At least for you.

You had sent Sunoo a sexy photo a few hours ago. Not just a provocative selfie, but one you had taken with clear intention: naked body, perfect angle, eyes staring straight into the camera. You wanted to drive him crazy. You wanted to play with his desire.

But something changed when he got home.

He didn’t say a word. No greeting. No smile. Not even a glance. He just walked past you with a serious face, brows furrowed, jaw clenched. Locked himself in the bedroom and didn’t come out.

“Sunoo?” you called from the living room, confused.

Silence.

You walked up to the half-open door. He was sitting on the bed, phone in hand, staring at the screen like he wanted to shatter it with his eyes.

“Is something wrong?”

Nothing. Not a turn of the head. Not even a different breath.

The anxiety started rising in your chest. You didn’t understand. You hadn’t argued. Nothing strange had happened. At least, that’s what you thought.

“Did I do something? Please, just tell me.”

Then he stood up. Slowly. Eyes dark. Cold.

“You had no idea, did you?”

“What are you talking about?”

“The photo. The fucking nude photo you sent to Jay.”

Your body tensed instantly.

“What…? No. That’s not possible. It was meant for you.”

“Well, it went to Jay. And guess who saw it on his screen before he deleted it? I did.”

You were speechless. The world crashed down on you. A wave of shame, fear, guilt—everything hit at once.

“Sunoo… I didn’t know. I swear, it wasn’t on purpose. It was for you. Only for you…”

But he laughed. Dry. Hurt.

“Of course… how convenient. What a lovely little mistake.” He turned toward you, face contorted, emotions finally spilling out. “Do you know what I felt when I saw it? When Jay showed me the notification with that stupid smile on his face?”

“Please… don’t say it like that. That’s not what happened.”

“You broke me,” he whispered. “But the worst part… is that even though it hurts, I still want you like a fool. I still love you, and that pisses me off more than the betrayal itself.”

You stepped closer, but he didn’t move. Until suddenly, he snapped.

He grabbed the back of your neck, eyes glassy, voice trembling.

He kissed you hard. Wild. Broken. His tongue forced its way into your mouth with desperation, with anger. His body slammed into yours, pushing you back against the wall. You could feel his chest rise and fall heavily, like he was on the edge of breaking down.

And then… tears.

His.

Hot. Silent. They fell onto your skin as he kissed you, as his hands moved over your body with a mix of need and bottled-up rage.

You gently pulled back, lips swollen, heart in your throat.

“Are you crying?”

Sunoo lowered his head, trembling.

“It just hurts. Hurts to love you like this. Like an idiot. Thinking I have you, when in reality… I’m not even enough for a damn photo.”

“Don’t say that.” You cupped his face in your hands. “It was a mistake. A fucking mistake. That photo was yours. Only yours. I made it thinking about you. About how you look when you want me. How you moan my name. How you tremble when you touch me.”

He looked at you, breathing hard.

“Say it again.”

“Only you, Sunoo. No one else.”

His expression shattered. Completely.

“Then prove it. Right now.”

And you did.

You led him to the bed. You knelt before him. You worshipped him. You cherished him like he was the most precious thing in the world.

Your lips moved down, your tongue traced over his skin everything words couldn’t express.

And him—with fingers tangled in your hair and teary eyes—could only whisper your name over and over again like a desperate prayer.

✧ Jungwon ----------

That afternoon, you had been trying on the lingerie Jungwon had given you a few days ago. It was beautiful. You looked good, you felt confident… and you knew he would love to see you like this.

You looked at yourself in the mirror, smiled to yourself, and took a picture. It was provocative. The lighting was perfect, your expression even more so. It was exactly the kind of image Jungwon loved—intimate, yours, made just for him.

You added a little message to go with it:

“Look how what you bought me fits… do you like it?”

And without thinking too much about it, you sent it.

A bit later, you went into the bathroom, undressed, and stepped into the shower, enjoying the hot water running down your body. You closed your eyes, letting yourself relax, until you heard the bathroom door swing open.

You jumped.

“Why did you send that photo to Sunoo?” came Jungwon’s deep voice.

You turned around in shock, heart pounding. He was standing there, completely serious, phone in hand, jaw clenched.

“What? What are you talking about?” you asked, disoriented.

“The photo. Your message. You sent it to Sunoo’s chat.” His gaze was intense—hard, hurt.

Your face turned red instantly.

“No! No… Jungwon, it wasn’t for him. I swear. It was meant for you. I sent it to the wrong chat…”

There was a moment of silence. Then, he set the phone down on the counter, his eyes never leaving you.

“A mistake, huh?” he said as he slowly took off his shirt.

Your breathing quickened.

“Jungwon…”

He unbuttoned his pants, slid them down calmly, and removed the rest of his clothes. All of it with a tense, controlled energy that made the air between you vibrate.

He opened the shower door and stepped inside without another word.

The water ran over him, soaking his hair, sliding down his shoulders. He moved toward you, gaze locked, not a single doubt in his eyes.

“Are you sure it was meant for me?” he whispered, so close you could feel his breath on your skin.

“Yes. Only for you,” you murmured, trembling.

He took your face in both hands and kissed you. Hard, intense, desperate. Like he needed to confirm you still belonged to him. His lips moved with urgency, his body pressing you gently against the shower wall.

“Don’t ever make that mistake again,” he whispered between kisses, as his hands slid slowly down your waist, your back, your soaked skin. “Because if anyone else sees you like this…”

His mouth moved down to your neck, stealing your breath, as steam filled the room and his body pressed to yours with a mix of need, jealousy, and desire.

“Only I get to see you like this. Only me.”

✧ Ni-ki ----------

You were in Ni-ki’s room, at the group’s house. He was somewhere else in the building, helping one of the guys with something, and you decided to wait for him… but not just any way.

You put on the lingerie you knew drove him crazy—the black lace one he had picked out with you. You looked at yourself in the mirror, struck a provocative pose, and snapped the perfect photo. You added a clear message:

“I’m waiting for you in your bed… I want you to make me yours tonight.”

You smiled as you sent it. You knew he’d get the message instantly and come find you with that intense look that made you melt.

But your blood ran cold when you saw the reply notification.

It was Jungwon.

“Wow… you look really pretty. But I think you sent this to the wrong person 😅”

Your heart dropped to the floor. You had sent it to the wrong chat. Jungwon had seen it. All of it.

You covered your face with your hands, not knowing whether to laugh in embarrassment or scream in frustration. You tried to explain, sent a quick message—but there was no way to undo what had already been seen.

Minutes later, Ni-ki opened the door.

Slowly. Seriously.

He looked at you with dark eyes, without saying a word. Closed the door behind him firmly as you sat up nervously on the bed.

“Ni-ki…?”

“You sent that to Jungwon?” he asked, voice tense, calm but tight. “He saw you like that?”

“No! It was for you, really. I messed up… I nearly died when I saw it. It was a mistake.”

But he said nothing.

He pulled off his jacket in one swift move. Then his shirt. His breathing was heavy. He looked at you like he was holding back something wild, something ready to break loose.

He came toward you, gripped your face firmly.

“A mistake, huh?” he whispered, bringing his lips close to yours. “Then I’m going to make sure you only moan my name… and Jungwon better hear it.”

He kissed you hard. His body pushed you back onto the bed, eyes locked on yours. His hands moved over your skin with restrained rage, with desire, with total possession. His lips traveled down your neck, leaving marks that burned.

“Spread your legs. I’m going to make sure you never even think about looking at anyone else again.”

And he did. Hard, with passion, with jealousy. Every movement carried one purpose—to leave you breathless and make sure no one else could touch you, not even in your thoughts.

And when you cried out his name, gasping, he smiled against your skin and whispered proudly:

“That’s what I like to hear… let everyone hear it.”

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Heeseung☆

You never imagined that baking cookies could turn into such a heated make-out session.

Maybe it was the long wait while the oven did its job, or perhaps it was Heeseung’s lingering touches on your skin—light, teasing, yet electrifying. Whatever the reason, the result was undeniable: you were trapped in his arms, your back pressed against the cool kitchen counter as his lips moved hungrily against yours.

Heeseung lifted you effortlessly, settling you onto the counter as his hands wandered freely over your body. A shaky breath escaped your lips when his fingers found the hem of your shirt, and in the blink of an eye, it was discarded onto the floor. His mouth trailed eagerly down your skin, leaving a burning path in its wake.

But the moment shattered in an instant.

—Oh, for God’s sake! Really? Is there nowhere else in this house?! —Jay’s exasperated voice cut through the air, freezing you in place.

Heeseung tensed immediately, his wide eyes locking onto yours in a mix of shock and panic. In a clumsy rush, he grabbed your shirt and helped you cover yourself, his voice caught between an apology and a weak defense.

—How was I supposed to know you were here?

Jay let out an exaggerated sigh, crossing his arms with pure frustration while you struggled to catch your breath and regain your composure.

Damn cookies.

Jay☆

You had decided to stop by the studio to visit the guys, and there you found Jay completely immersed in his guitar practice, rehearsing for his upcoming covers.

You knocked softly on the door, and after a few seconds, a visibly exhausted Jay opened it. His tired eyes and slightly tousled hair only made him look even more attractive.

—Did you not sleep well? —you asked with a hint of concern.

Jay gave you a small, lazy smile, his deep, husky voice filling the space between you.

—Not really… Think you could help wake me up a little? —his tone was sweet, but there was something undeniably mischievous in his gaze.

And just like that, within minutes, you were straddling his lap, feeling him buried deep inside you. According to him, this helped him relax and focus better—but the truth was, every time he shifted, whether to adjust his position or reach for something on the table, the friction sent waves of pleasure through your body, making it harder and harder to stay still.

The heat pooling inside you became unbearable, and after minutes of this slow, torturous game, you couldn’t take it anymore.

—Jay… stop moving, or I swear I’ll start bouncing on you —you warned, your voice shaky with frustration and desire.

He let out a low chuckle, his fingers tightening around your waist.

—Oh, sweetheart… don’t even try. I need to concentrate.

But if he wanted to play, so would you.

Without hesitation, you began moving against him, challenging him. His breathing turned ragged almost instantly, and though he tried to hold you still, the pleasure was too much—forcing small, breathy moans past his lips, mixing with your own.

Everything was going perfectly… until it all went to hell.

—Hey, Jay, could you help me wi—…?

Jungwon’s voice cut off abruptly. His eyes widened in shock, his entire body freezing at the sight in front of him.

You went completely still, your heart hammering in your chest as Jay tensed beneath you. The silence that followed was so thick it was suffocating.

Jay was the first to react, his voice coming out harsher than he intended.

—Jungwon… get out. Now.

The younger boy blinked rapidly, clearly in disbelief, before turning on his heel and stumbling out of the room as fast as he could.

Jay let out a long, frustrated sigh before lifting you off him effortlessly and settling you onto his chair. Leaning in close, his lips brushed against your ear, his voice dropping to a dangerously low whisper.

—I'll deal with you later… Don’t think for a second that I’ll forget how naughty you’ve been.

And with that, he walked out after Jungwon, as if nothing had happened.

But you both knew this wasn’t over.

Jake☆

What started as a quiet movie night ended with Jake pressing you down onto the mattress, his body hovering over yours as his hands slowly explored every curve of your back.

—Are you going to be good for me, baby? —he whispered against your ear, his deep voice vibrating through your skin—. Are you going to let me make you mine?

His lips trailed down your bare back, leaving warm, open-mouthed kisses as his hands settled firmly on your waist. His touch was slow but sure, and just as he finally filled you completely, the sudden sound of a phone ringing shattered the atmosphere.

Jake let his head fall against your shoulder, letting out a low groan of frustration before reaching for the device. Without pulling away from you, he quickly silenced the call and tossed the phone onto the mattress.

—They couldn’t have picked a worse time… —he muttered with a smirk before refocusing on you.

He pulled you closer, pressing your back against his chest as he resumed his movements. His lips found your neck, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine.

But then the phone rang again.

Jake tensed for a moment before letting out an annoyed sigh.

—Give me a second… —he murmured irritably.

Still holding onto you, he grabbed the phone and accepted the call. Before speaking, he leaned down, his lips brushing your ear as he whispered in a teasing tone:

—Be quiet for me, okay, pretty girl?

You nodded quickly, biting your lip to suppress any sound.

—Ni-ki? —he answered, his voice still rough.

He tried to focus on the conversation, but right then, his hips moved involuntarily, and the pleasure that coursed through your body was too much to suppress. A muffled moan escaped your lips before you could stop it, forcing you to slap a hand over your mouth.

Too late.

—What the fuck, Jake?! —Niki’s voice rang out, clearly horrified—. Don’t tell me you’re fucking your girlfriend while talking to me! That’s fucking disgusting, dude!

Jake let out a deep chuckle, still holding you firmly against him.

—I'll call you later —he said casually, hanging up without a second thought.

He tossed the phone aside, his hands immediately returning to you, roaming your body possessively before leaning down to kiss your neck again.

—Now… where were we?

The suggestive tone in his voice and the way his fingers tightened around you made it clear—he had no intention of letting you go anytime soon.

Sunghoon☆

You had made plans to have lunch with Sunghoon, Jake, and Jay at a restaurant near the company after they finished their rehearsal. Everything seemed normal as you walked to the place, joking and chatting about random things.

Once seated, each of you ordered your food, and the conversation flowed naturally while you waited. But then, out of nowhere, you felt a warm hand rest on your knee.

Your body tensed immediately. You turned your head toward Sunghoon, giving him a warning look, but he remained as nonchalant as ever, carrying on with the conversation as if nothing was happening. His fingers started moving slowly, tracing light circles on your skin.

You tried to ignore him, forcing yourself to focus on the conversation, but the heat from his palm was impossible to disregard. And just when you thought he might stop, his hand began creeping higher, sliding up your thigh at an agonizingly slow pace.

A shiver ran down your spine. Your breathing grew heavier as his fingers grazed the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, so dangerously close to your underwear that every little touch made you hold your breath.

Discreetly, you caught his wrist in an attempt to stop him, but Sunghoon only pressed further, his fingers slipping between your legs with excruciating slowness.

The first direct touch had you biting your lips to keep quiet.

His caresses were soft but torturous, teasing you mercilessly as you struggled to keep a straight face in front of the others.

Just then, the food arrived. You sighed in relief, thinking that he would finally stop, but you were wrong. His hand didn’t move away—if anything, his touch became even more persistent.

You felt his fingers toying with the thin fabric of your underwear before effortlessly slipping beneath it.

Your back arched slightly, and on instinct, you gripped his wrist more firmly, silently begging him to stop. But Sunghoon only smirked in satisfaction, clearly enjoying the way your body reacted to him without anyone noticing.

Small, restrained gasps caught in your throat, and when your thighs tried to clamp shut, he simply nudged them apart again, his fingers growing bolder in their exploration.

And then, out of nowhere, a sudden jolt brought everything to a halt.

Sunghoon stiffened instantly, pulling his hand away in an instant. He frowned and looked up to see who had interrupted him.

Jake.

The blond was staring at him, his expression neutral, but his slightly furrowed brows made his disapproval clear. Sunghoon shifted uncomfortably in his seat, cleared his throat, and without saying a word, picked up his chopsticks and started eating as if nothing had happened.

You did the same, though your heart was still pounding, and the heat in your cheeks was impossible to hide.

Jay, completely oblivious to the situation, narrowed his eyes at the two of you.

—What the hell is up with you two? —he asked suspiciously.

No one answered. Sunghoon focused on his food, you avoided eye contact, and Jake smirked slightly, clearly satisfied with his intervention.

Jay let out a sigh, still confused.

Sunoo☆

For Sunoo, getting caught in the act was all part of the plan.

He had spent weeks listening to the guys tease him about how sweet and innocent he was, how unlikely it was for him to be with a girl. At first, he laughed it off, but over time, it started to wear on him. Did they really think he wasn’t capable of making someone feel good?

It was time to prove them wrong. And who better to help him do that than you—his best friend?

No words were needed. Just a single moment of tension, a look filled with intent, and the briefest touch before his lips crashed onto yours in a hungry, heated kiss—like you had both been waiting for this moment all along.

Before you could even process it, you were lying on the couch in the living room, Sunoo hovering over you, his body pressing against yours with the perfect mix of softness and urgency. He knew the guys would be back any minute, but rather than worry, the thought only seemed to excite him more.

His lips trailed down to your neck, leaving warm, open-mouthed kisses as his hands roamed freely.

—God… you’re so perfect —he murmured against your lips, his voice husky with desire.

One of his hands slid up to cup your breast gently, while the other trailed lower, fingertips tracing along your stomach before slipping between your thighs. With practiced ease, he found the hem of your underwear and, without breaking his rhythm, slid it down your legs before stuffing it into the pocket of his pants with a smug smile.

The first touch of his fingers against your bare skin made you arch your back. He moved with such confidence, such precision, that you couldn’t hold back a breathy sigh. Sunoo seemed to revel in your every reaction, his lips grazing your skin, leaving faint marks as he went.

And just as the tension reached its peak…

The door swung open.

The sudden sound snapped both of you out of the moment. Your heads turned simultaneously toward the entrance, where the guys stood frozen in place, eyes wide with shock, their faces a mixture of confusion and disbelief.

The room fell into complete silence.

But Sunoo didn’t even flinch.

With the utmost composure, he stood up without letting go of you and effortlessly scooped you into his arms. Turning to the stunned group, he flashed a radiant smile, clearly enjoying the effect his little stunt had caused.

—Oh wow, guys… didn’t expect you back so soon —he said, his tone laced with amusement—. Don’t worry, we’ll make sure to lock the door this time.

He shot them a playful wink before chuckling softly and carrying you off to his room, leaving them standing in stunned silence in the middle of the living room.

Mission accomplished.

Jungwon☆

The boys were just about to go on stage, each of them finishing up their preparations before the big moment. The backstage was pure chaos—stylists rushing back and forth, crew members making last-minute adjustments, and the deafening sound of the audience filling the air.

Amidst all the commotion, Jungwon suddenly appeared out of nowhere, grabbing your wrist and quickly pulling you into the dressing room. The door clicked shut behind him, and before you could even ask what was going on, his body was already pressing yours against the wall.

—Baby, I need you… —his voice was low and breathless, his eyes burning with desire.

You looked at him in confusion until your gaze dropped down—and suddenly, you understood.

—Wonnie… you have to be on stage in seven minutes —you whispered, trying to ignore the sudden heat pooling in your stomach.

He gave you a half-smirk, his fingers trailing softly down your waist.

—That’s exactly how long I need for you to help me with this —he murmured, leaning in just enough for his lips to brush against yours.

A shiver ran down your spine. You knew you shouldn’t be doing this here—not with so many people outside, not with so little time—but the way his body reacted to yours, the desperation in his eyes, the slight tremble in his breath… you couldn’t resist.

You dropped to your knees, your pulse pounding in your ears as your fingers worked quickly to undo his belt. Jungwon let out a shaky sigh as your hands wrapped around him, his body tensing at the first touch.

His fingers tangled in your hair, guiding your movements with barely restrained need.

—God… just like that… —he groaned softly, biting his lip to keep quiet.

His grip tightened slightly, his chest rising and falling with each ragged breath. Every sound that slipped past his lips sent waves of heat through your body, making you revel in the way he melted under your touch.

But then, the door suddenly swung open, shattering the moment.

—What the hell is going on here?!

Sunghoon’s firm, exasperated voice made you freeze instantly. Jungwon let out a frustrated grunt and quickly pulled away, fumbling to fix his clothes.

Sunghoon stared at the two of you, a mix of disbelief and irritation on his face.

—We’re about to go on stage, get dressed already, idiot —he huffed, crossing his arms.

Jungwon let out a heavy sigh, still trying to steady his breathing. Before leaving, he leaned in close to you, his lips brushing your ear as he murmured with a playful pout:

—Promise me you’ll take care of me later… I want more.

And with one last look filled with silent promises, he followed Sunghoon out, leaving you standing there, heart racing and body still burning, knowing this wasn’t over.

Ni-ki☆

It seemed like Jake had only one mission: to make Niki jealous by shamelessly flirting with you.

He spent the entire afternoon showering you with sweet compliments, winking at you, and cracking jokes that made you laugh—all while Niki watched from a distance, his frown deepening and his jaw tightening more and more.

At first, he tried to ignore it. But when he saw Jake leaning in too close, his arm brushing against yours with far too much confidence, his patience finally snapped.

Without a word, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you into his room, slamming the door shut behind him.

—Why the hell are you letting Jake flirt with you like that?! —he blurted out, his voice filled with frustration.

—Niki, oh my God, it’s not even tha—

Your words never made it out. Before you could finish, his lips crashed onto yours with overwhelming urgency.

This wasn’t a soft, playful kiss like usual. It was hungry, possessive, as if he needed to make it clear once and for all that you were his.

His hands roamed your body with desperation, gripping your waist before sliding down to squeeze your hips, pulling you even closer against him. You let out a quiet gasp against his lips, which only seemed to ignite him further.

—Tell me I’m the only one for you —he murmured breathlessly, his warm breath fanning against your lips.

His hand slipped under your shirt, trailing up your skin until it reached your chest, his grip firm yet teasing.

—Of course, you’re the only one for me, Niki —you whispered without hesitation.

The kiss deepened instantly, growing more desperate, more consuming… until the door swung open.

—Oh, for God’s sake —Sunoo’s voice broke the moment—. I came to check if you were okay after Jake’s little joke, but I see you’re being very well taken care of… so I’ll just leave.

He rolled his eyes with an amused chuckle before shutting the door behind him, leaving both of you breathless and flushed.

Niki let out a frustrated sigh, resting his forehead against your shoulder.

—Great… exactly what I needed.

But when he looked back at you, his eyes told a different story.

This wasn’t over.

[shyoko]

can i suggest something? can you do an ot7 enhypen story where the girl makes a prank saying that "their dicks are too small" btw i love you don't explode 😭😭

☆Prank saying that "their dicks are too small".☆

This writing is my own; no copies, adaptations, or translations are allowed. I hope you like it. (English is not my first language.) 

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✦Adult content✦

Heeseung☆

Heeseung moved his fingers deftly over the keyboard, stringing together attacks in his video game. His hands moved with mesmerizing speed, awakening a burning desire in you. You knew you shouldn't interrupt him-all his friends could hear him through the headphones-but... if he kept quiet, there would be no problem.

You approached, and upon noticing your presence, Heeseung turned his face. His gaze met your innocent smile, all too aware that he was hiding something.

“What is it, honey, do you need something?”

“You!”

Your friends' laughter burst out of their headphones. Heeseung sighed, muting the microphone.

“I finish this game and I'm with you, okay?”

But then he turned it back on and, with dangerous confidence, blurted out:

“She's so desperate.”

The guffaws were not long in coming.

Oh, this was a war.

You knelt under the desk and pulled down his pants in one motion. Heeseung flinched, his eyes darting between the screen and you.

“Honey...” he murmured in warning.

You smiled before speaking loud enough to be heard.

“Your dick looks small.”

Laughter erupted instantly.

Heeseung reddened, but when his dark eyes bore into yours, you knew the truth.

It wasn't embarrassment. It was anger.

And he wasn't about to let it go.

“Can you two concentrate on playing and stop laughing you assholes?”

He laid his eyes on you, and only you. And before he said a word he roughly lifted you up and glued your chest to his desk leaving his hooves right next to you so his friends could hear everything.

“Come on honey, if you apologize maybe I'll think about fucking you silly right now.”

You stirred in his arms trying to find his touch. 

Which he did with no problem sticking to your ass hard, feeling his entire length so close but so far away from you.

“S-sorry” you whispered.

His hand slapped you. 

“Who's the one who fills you so well? Who? Come on say it, sweetheart.” 

he laughed dryly as he felt your body tremble beneath him.

 “You, j-just you.”

 “That's right, just me.”

Certainly your friends had a show that night. 

jay☆

After a heated make-out session, Jay received a call from his company. They informed him that he was to attend a brief meeting to discuss some relevant issues before his return.

“Fuck...” he muttered in annoyance as he hung up.

After stealing a couple more kisses from you, he reluctantly said goodbye and walked out.

Minutes later, your phone vibrated with a message from him:

“This is torture. I feel so tight in my pants.”

“Damn, this is so embarrassing.”

“I hope no one notices.”

You smiled, amused, and decided to play a little.

“It's okay, baby. I'll take care of you when you get here.”

“Besides, you shouldn't worry...your dick isn't big enough to be noticed.”

Okay, maybe the joke was too much, but you were dying to see her reaction.

It wasn't long in coming.

“Excuse me?”

“Are you sure about what you're saying?”

“Because I'm not the one screaming my head off about how good my dick feels.”

“I'm not the one who gets desperate to have it inside her, to the point of sending audios and pictures begging for attention.”

“Nor am I the one who waits for me many nights naked and open, begging for me.”

“So tell me, are you really sure of what you're saying?”

Your face burned as you wrote hurriedly:

“Oh, for God's sake, shut up right now!”

“Shut me up.”

“And while you're at it, rest that throat.”

“Because when I come, the last thing you'll do is be quiet... So look forward to my return.”

Your body shuddered at the implied promise.

The night would be a long one.

Jake☆

Jake's long, skillful fingers moved deftly over you, provoking a myriad of sensations that took your breath away.

Your soft gasps filled the room, mingling with the sound of his labored breathing. “God, baby...” he murmured with a smug smile, enjoying the way you reacted to his touch ”You're so wet for me.”

His words further ignited the heat coursing through your body.

“Do you think you're ready for me yet?” he asked softly, in complete contrast to the intensity of his movements.

Your mind was blank, caught up in the pleasure... until suddenly, he pulled away, leaving you with an empty feeling and a silent protest on your lips.

“Shh... it's okay, baby. You'll feel even better now” he whispered, his tone laden with promise.

He positioned himself against you, the tip of his dick at your hole ready to go deep, but before he could continue, an idea crossed your mind.

“‘Baby...” you whispered, with feigned innocence. “I prefer your fingers, they're much longer.”

The silence that followed was almost palpable. Jake blinked, processing your words.

You had just implied something that was far from true.

His jaw tensed and, in a single motion, he caught your wrists in one of his hands, lifting them above your head.

“Stop teasing” he spat with a scowl, his intense gaze riveted on yours.

“I know you love my hands, but you know damn well you're dying for it to be my dick inside you right now.” 

“I said I prefer your fingers-”

You didn't finish the sentence.

A loud gasp escaped your lips as Jake entered you, he was deep inside you, his hips delivering thrust after thrust.

“How about now, baby?” he murmured against your ear, his voice velvety in perfect contrast to the way he enveloped you.

His gaze descended to your belly.

“Look where I am...” he whispered, with a satisfied smile. “Are you sure you prefer my fingers?” he pointed to your belly where the outline of his dick was noticeable.

Your only response was a shaky moan.

Jake laughed softly, leaning over you as his fingers slowly traced your skin.

“You look so fucking beautiful like this...”

Sunghoon☆

Your hands slid gently down Sunghoon's body as you descended little by little, tracing him with light caresses. Deftly, you unbuttoned his pants and slid them down along with his boxers, exposing the evidence of his desire.

You gently wrapped your fingers around him, feeling his warmth against your skin.

“Mmh~” a small sound escaped your lips.

Your mischievous gaze settled on him before you blurted out, with feigned innocence:

“You seem smaller than I remembered.”

Sunghoon froze, his expression hardening instantly.

“Excuse me?” his tone took on a dangerous edge.

“I'm just saying I remembered it bigger, honey.”

You smiled, giving away the lie.

His eyes narrowed, and before you could react, his fingers tangled in your hair with a firm grip.

“You have no idea what you're getting yourself into, princess.”

“Now I'll keep that damn mouth busy so you'll stop talking nonsense” He tugged at your hair, forcing you to look up at him.

“Understood?”

You averted your gaze, silently challenging him.

His grip tightened.

“I asked if you understood. Answer. Now.”

Your breath trembled.

“ U-understood...” you whispered.

A deep chuckle escaped his lips, sending a shiver down your spine.

“Good girl” he murmured with satisfaction before firmly guiding your head until it bumped against his dick.

You didn't need any more directions. You knew exactly what to do.

Your lips began to spread soft kisses, causing her breath to hitch. You played, you teased, you enjoyed the anticipation, but Sunghoon was not one to tolerate that kind of torture.

“Stop teasing” his gravelly voice made it clear that his patience was wearing thin.

“Open up” It didn't take you long to do as he asked by letting him enter your mouth. Quickly your eyes filled with tears from the rough thrusts he was delivering to your throat.

His fingers brushed your cheek with deceptive tenderness, wiping away the moisture built up in the corners of your eyes.

“Now, why don't you start by apologizing to me?” he whispered, his tone mixing gentleness and authority. “Before I decide to teach you what it really means to play with me.”

The air grew thick between you.

You definitely wouldn't come out of this unscathed.

Sunoo☆

You and Sunoo wandered aimlessly through the store, exploring each aisle leisurely.

When you reached the children's section, your eyes fell on tiny Spiderman print boxer shorts. The thought made you smile mischievously.

“Look, baby. For you” you joked, holding them out in front of him.

Sunoo frowned, clearly offended.

“There wouldn't even fit a part of my dick-” 

You didn't give him a chance to finish. Quickly, you covered his mouth with your hand, before he blurted out something like that in the middle of the children's section. 

“Sunoo!” you whispered in disbelief. “Are you listening to yourself? You can't say that in here...”

A laugh crashed against your hand, sunoo grabbed your wrist and pulled it away from his mouth pushing your hand down. 

Sunoo had placed your hand right on his erection, startling you. You froze as you felt the warmth of his body under your touch.

His hips moved gently but desperately against your hand, trying to soothe the big problem that was growing by the second inside his pants. 

Sunoo leaned toward your ear, her voice barely a murmur laden with intent.

“L-let's go...” he whispered, urgently, tugging gently on your wrist as he headed for the exit.

The ride to the car was silent, but the tension between the two of you was evident.

As you sat in the passenger seat, Sunoo exhaled with a shaky sigh, her gaze meeting yours.

“Take care of me...” he asked in a low tone, his expression reflecting a mixture of anticipation and restrained desire.

 He opened his pants and pulled his dick out without pulling them down, just leaving enough room for it to come out. 

Your hand slowly slid down his thigh, enjoying the anticipation in his eyes. Finally you circled his length eliciting a half-hearted sigh. 

Definitely, the wait until you got home would be too long, as you wouldn't get home without him finishing first.

Jungwon☆

You were on the couch, pretending to be on a call with your friends, just to see Jungwon's reaction.

“He's very cute, the only bad thing is that he's not very big let's say” you said with feigned indifference, making sure he was close enough to hear you.

You waited for some kind of response, but Jungwon ignored it completely. Two hours passed and he didn't even mention the comment, which made you think that maybe he hadn't heard it.

Instead, in the evening, when his lips took yours, you realized how wrong you were.

His kiss didn't have the usual sweetness; it was more intense, more demanding. His tongue pushed its way in firmly, while his hands roamed your body with a possessive touch.

Clothes piled up on the floor, your hands took over everything until he ended up on your breasts. You were ready for more, for him, but just as he was about to continue, he suddenly pulled away.

“Where are you going?” you asked, puzzled.

Jungwon looked at you calmly, but his tone was anything but innocent.

“To the living room. I don't think my dick will satisfy you, so you'd better take care of it yourself.”

You froze.

“N-no, wait...” desperation seeped into your voice as you stood up and pulled him to you. “It was a lie, I promise.”

Jungwon tilted his head, enjoying your reaction.

“ Darling, it's no problem. I'm sure you can manage without me.”

But before he could take another step, you clung to his neck, your lips searching for any way to stop him.

“Please...I was stupid” you whispered against his skin. “I can't without you...”

Your eyes were glazed over, and he noticed immediately.

Without a word he took you in his arms and placed you on the bed towering over you.

“You look so sweet crying for me...” he murmured with a satisfied smile....

He leaned over you, his gaze dark and full of intent.

Finally, he gave you what you so desperately needed, making sure you learned your lesson.

Ni-ki☆

You shed your clothes at the same time as Ni-ki, feeling the warmth of her hand taking yours as she guided you into the shower. The water began to fall, sliding down your bodies as steam enveloped the atmosphere.

A soft chuckle escaped your lips.

“What's wrong?” asked Ni-ki with a smile, not understanding the reason for your amusement.

“He looks so adorable when he's asleep...he looks tiny” you said, pointing down mischievously.

Her smile faded instantly. His eyes darkened and, without warning, his hand closed around your neck with a firmness that made your breathing quicken. In one swift movement, he spun you around and pushed you gently against the wet shower wall, pressing his body against yours.

A gasp caught in your throat.

“I remind you that this dick” his deep voice echoed in your ear “is the same one that leaves you shaking every time. So stop talking nonsense...or you'll go a month without it.”

The heat radiating from her body, added to the contrast of the water sliding across your skin, made you shiver. Her hips brushed against you with intentionality, her grip on your neck intensifying from time to time, as if marking each word with her touch.

Every second that passed, you could feel him growing up right behind you seeing more clearly the effect your joke had had on him. Ni-ki grabbed your wrist and forced you to turn around, facing his chest, noticing the difference in height between the two of you.

He moved even closer, forcing you to lower your gaze.

And then you saw it.

The size difference was overwhelming. How in just a few minutes he had been able to grow to the width and length he was now.

“Well, baby?” he murmured with a sly grin. “Does it still look adorable now?”

Your pulse shot up.

You were definitely in trouble.

[shyoko]

☆Types of kisses.☆

This writing is my own; no copies, adaptations, or translations are allowed. I hope you like it. (English is not my first language.) 

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Heeseung☆

✦ Cornered Kisses ✦𓂃 

Heeseung has this habit of cornering you against the wall, as if the world around him disappears when you're near. His intense, longing gaze tells you everything before you can even react. Without warning, his hands gently but firmly rest on your face, and in an instant, you're trapped in his world, completely at his mercy.

The kiss comes with an intensity that takes your breath away. His lips move with eagerness, as if every second without touching you is an eternity. The pressure of his body against yours makes you lose track of time, and all you can feel are his deep, demanding kisses that don’t allow you to escape. You can sense the slight tremor of your body each time he gets closer, and that's when you realize that for Heeseung, one kiss is never enough.

When he finally pulls away, a satisfied smile on his face, his lips gently press on your head. That soft gesture is his way of showing you that, despite the passion he just shared with you, he always has a tender side reserved just for you, a side only you get to see.

jay☆

✦Provocative Kisses ✦𓂃 

Jay loves watching you beg for his kisses. He enjoys playing with you, seeing the impatience grow in your eyes while his gaze stays fixed on your lips, occasionally licking them just to tempt you even more. His hands rest deliberately on your hips, pulling you closer without giving in to your desires. He makes you want him, but gives you nothing in return.

When the wait becomes unbearable for you, you decide to take the initiative, leaning in to kiss him. But just before your lips can touch, he pulls away with a mischievous smile, enjoying every second of your frustration. He wants to hear you beg, he wants you to surrender to his game.

 "How do you ask?" he asks with a teasing tone, watching the way you furrow your brow, making it all the more amusing for him.

You demand the kiss, but he only responds with a soft laugh, clearly enjoying the way you pout. The torture continues for a few more minutes, relishing in the sight of you giving in, until finally, he relents. His lips meet yours in a slow, deep kiss, filled with possession.

 "You’re such a spoiled one, babe."  he murmurs against your lips, before pulling you even closer, making it clear that the game is far from over.

Jake☆

✦Endless Kisses ✦𓂃 

Jake is addicted to your kisses. He needs them all the time: when he wakes up, during breakfast, before leaving the house, when he comes back, and any free moment he has. There’s never a time when he doesn’t want to feel your lips on his.

He follows you around like a loyal puppy, his eyes sparkling with anticipation, waiting for the affection he craves. "Just one more," he pleads with a little pout, though both of you know it will never be just one.

When you finally give in and press your lips to his, there’s no escape. He quickly pulls you into his arms, settling you onto his lap to make sure you can’t get away. His embrace is warm, his kisses soft and lingering, and all he wants is to get lost in an endless session of affection with you.

Sunghoon☆

✦Untimely Kisses✦𓂃 

Sunghoon enjoys leaving you wanting more, especially when you're out in public. His kisses are limited to small brushes against your cheek or the corner of your lips, teasing you without ever giving you what you truly crave. His mischievous smile gives him away, he's doing it on purpose, just to see the frustration grow on your face.

He watches you out of the corner of his eye, amused by your impatience, and every time you try to take the initiative, he pulls away with an innocent air. "Are you that desperate?" he whispers, clearly enjoying your irritation.

But the moment you step through the door at home, everything changes. His self-control disappears, and his kisses turn fierce, hungry. His lips move expertly over yours, and this time, there are no more games, no more teasing, just pure desire. His tongue slips into your mouth without warning, savoring you with the pent-up longing he's been holding back. Now it's him who can't bear to pull away.

Sunoo☆

✦Necessary Kisses✦𓂃 

At first glance, you might think Sunoo is the sweet guy who’s content with soft kisses on the cheek and endless hugs. And while you’re not entirely wrong, there are times when that just isn't enough for him.

When he’s tired or upset, his need for you intensifies. Gentle kisses and sweet hugs no longer suffice; he wants all of you. His hands reach out, desperately seeking the warmth of your body, while his lips claim every inch of your skin.

Your lips are his weakness. No matter how much you try to pull away when his desire awakens, in the blink of an eye, you’ll find yourself trapped against the nearest surface, with nowhere to escape. His kisses will be intense, prolonged, as if he’s trying to absorb all the energy he craves from you. And until he’s completely satisfied, forget about regaining your freedom.

Jungwon☆

✦Random Kisses✦𓂃 

Jungwon doesn’t need a reason to kiss you. He does it whenever he wants, wherever he wants, and however he wants.

Maybe you’re in the kitchen, focused on what you’re doing, and suddenly you feel his fingers gently brushing your hair away from your neck. Before you can react, his lips are already leaving a trail of slow, sweet kisses on your skin, savoring every moment.

Or perhaps you’re watching a movie on the couch, and without warning, he pulls you closer, settling you on his lap. His kisses spread across your neck, cheeks, lips, and collarbone, as if his only mission is to mark every part of you.

But his most intense side shows when he asks you to lie down on the bed. With gentle movements, he pulls off your shirt and begins placing random kisses on your back. As he does, his fingers trace soft patterns on your skin, as if he’s memorizing every curve, every inch of you. Sometimes, he simply draws meaningless shapes; other times, he writes small words only he understands, smiling every time a shiver runs through your body.

And with every kiss, every touch, he makes it clear there’s no place in the world he’d rather be than with you.

Ni-ki☆

✦Inseparable Kisses✦𓂃 

Ni-ki is ridiculously affectionate. He loves hugging you, kissing you, and finding any excuse to keep contact with you. No matter the time or place, if he can have you in his arms, he’ll do it without a second thought.

That’s why waking up with his body tangled in yours is completely normal. His lips begin leaving small kisses on your skin, trying to gently bring you back to reality in the sweetest way possible. And as soon as he notices you’re awake, he abandons his path to focus on what he loves most: your lips, kissing them with infinite affection.

However, when he’s around his friends, his affectionate side hides a little. He knows that once they’re alone, teasing will come in full force, so he tries to keep a low profile. But if at any moment he feels jealous because the other members are getting too close to you, his shyness disappears instantly. Without hesitation, he’ll press his lips to yours with no care, making sure everyone understands that you’re his and no one else’s.

Which one has been your favorite? Mine has been Jungwon's 🩷

[shyoko]

☆When you call them by their name instead of their affectionate nickname. ☆

This writing is my own; no copies, adaptations, or translations are allowed. I hope you like it. (English is not my first language.) 

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Before anything else, sorry for disappearing, but my PC died. But well, now I have a new one, and I can keep editing and writing.

Thanks for the support!!! i love u ❤❤❤

Heeseung☆!

You're lying on the couch, enjoying the calm, with Heeseung resting his head on your lap. His eyes are closed, but the way his fingers absentmindedly trace patterns on your leg tells you he's more awake than he seems. You smile at him, thinking about how adorable he looks, though you also suspect he's waiting for the right moment to do something mischievous.

You take the opportunity to check your phone. Unlocking the screen, you scroll through your notifications and pause on Heeseung’s contact. It’s just his name—no nickname, no emoji. You know he doesn’t like how formal that feels.

Deciding to mess with him, you hold back a laugh and keep staring at your phone, waiting for him to notice.

“What are you looking at?” he suddenly murmurs, not opening his eyes, but his tone betrays that he’s completely awake.

You chuckle, tilting your phone slightly to keep it out of his view.

“Nothing, nothing,” you reply, keeping it just out of his reach.

He opens one eye, a playful glint in his gaze. Before you can react, he’s already on top of you, trying to snatch your phone from your hands. His closeness sends a flutter through your stomach, but you keep up the game.

“Let go!” he laughs, voice full of mischief as he stretches toward the phone.

“No!” you giggle, dodging his attempts to grab it.

Heeseung sighs dramatically, pretending to be offended, but his mischievous grin gives him away.

“Why do you have me saved as just ‘Heeseung’? Not even an emoji. That’s so cold!” he protests, crossing his arms with an exaggerated pout.

You can’t help but laugh at his theatrics. He looks so cute that it’s hard to keep a straight face.

“It’s your name, isn’t it?” you tease, smiling as you watch him sulk.

“Yes, but it sounds so distant,” he whines, though his playful tone tells you he’s not actually upset. “Give me something cute, something affectionate. I don’t know, a heart or a nickname.”

You’re a little surprised by his request, but you decide to go along with it. Smirking, you think for a moment.

“Hm… How about ‘My Boy 🩷’?” you suggest playfully, tilting your phone so he can see.

Heeseung freezes for a second, as if processing what you just said. Then, his face lights up with a satisfied grin, and without warning, he snatches your phone.

In the blink of an eye, he changes the contact name. “Heeseung” now reads “My Boy 🩷” on the screen.

You stare at your phone in shock, amazed at how fast he did it. Heeseung flops down beside you, a triumphant smile on his face.

“Do you like it?” he asks, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you closer.

You laugh, feeling your cheeks heat up. There’s no escaping now.

“I can’t believe you actually did that!” you protest between giggles, giving him a playful shove.

“Why not?” he smirks confidently, pressing a sweet kiss to your forehead. “I am your boy, aren’t I?”

You keep smiling, feeling the warmth of his embrace surrounding you. In that moment, between laughter and soft touches, you realize there’s nowhere else you’d rather be.

“You’re such an idiot,” you whisper, hiding your face in his chest to keep him from seeing how flustered you are.

“I’m your idiot, remember?” he murmurs, gently running his fingers through your hair. “Always.”

You chuckle softly, hugging him tighter. There’s nothing better than this—the warmth of his arms, the sound of his voice, and his name now saved as “My Boy 🩷” on your phone.

jay☆!

You were sitting on the couch, your phone in your hands, when Jay let out an exaggerated sigh beside you. You tilted your head in curiosity, finding his brows furrowed and lips slightly pursed.

“What’s wrong with you?” you asked, propping an elbow on the back of the couch to turn toward him.

Jay glanced at you out of the corner of his eye before looking away with a small huff.

“It’s just that… you never call me by a cute nickname,” he mumbled, fidgeting with the hem of his sweatshirt. “It’s always ‘Jay’ this, ‘Jay’ that. I don’t know, it sounds too formal.”

A smile slipped out before you could stop it.

“Oh yeah? And what do you want me to call you?”

Jay was about to answer, but before he could, a voice interrupted from the doorway.

“Are you guys having a romantic moment or what?”

Ni-ki appeared with a mischievous grin, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed. Jay immediately rolled his eyes.

“Go away,” he said flatly, not even looking at him.

“Wow, so rude,” Ni-ki chuckled. “But seriously, what’s up with you now?”

Jay sighed tiredly, but when it became clear that Ni-ki wasn’t going anywhere, he finally gave in.

“I was just saying that they never call me by a cute nickname,” he explained with a pout.

“Oh, poor thing,” Ni-ki mocked, placing a dramatic hand over his chest. “Do you want to be called ‘teddy bear’ or something?”

Laughter burst out of you before you could hold it in. Jay shot Ni-ki a glare, but the younger boy just held up his hands in surrender.

“Alright, alright, I’m leaving. You guys enjoy your little couple talk,” he said, turning away with a teasing smile.

Once he was gone, Jay sighed and rested his head on your shoulder, hiding his face against your neck.

“Ni-ki’s so annoying,” he muttered against your skin.

You chuckled softly, running your fingers through his hair.

“He is,” you agreed, stroking his hair gently. “But he has a point.”

Jay lifted his head slightly, curiosity flickering in his eyes.

You smiled before leaning closer to his ear.

“You’re my teddy bear,” you whispered playfully.

Jay blinked, his cheeks turning bright red in an instant.

“That’s even worse!” he exclaimed, covering his face.

You giggled fondly before taking his hands and intertwining your fingers with his.

“Okay, okay… but tell me, what do you want me to call you?”

Jay stared at you in silence for a moment, then sighed with a small smile.

“I don’t know, anything… just something sweet,” he murmured, tucking his face into your neck again.

Smiling, you placed a soft kiss on his hair.

“Alright, sweetheart.”

The quiet sigh Jay let out was barely noticeable, but the way he held onto you just a little tighter said it all.

“This is much better,” he whispered, a warm smile tugging at his lips.

Jake☆!

Jake was lying on the living room floor, legs stretched out and a soft smile on his face as he played with Layla. The puppy wagged her tail enthusiastically, pouncing over and over on the toy that Jake spun between his hands. The scene was so adorable that you almost felt bad interrupting it, but still, you called out to him from the couch, trying to get his attention.

"Jake! Can you come here for a second?"

Jake lifted his head immediately, as if unsure he'd heard correctly. His eyes widened slightly, and for a moment, he stayed completely still, still holding Layla’s toy. The surprise on his face was so obvious that you had to bite your lip to keep from laughing.

"Did you just call me Jake?" he asked, squinting slightly and letting out a soft chuckle—though there was something in his gaze that seemed genuinely displeased.

"Yeah, what about it?" you replied, raising an eyebrow.

Jake set the toy aside and slowly got up, crawling toward you with deliberate movements. He rested his arms on the edge of the couch, leaning in until your faces were only inches apart.

"I don’t like it when you call me that," he murmured with a slight pout. "It sounds too… ordinary."

"But it’s your name, Jake." You emphasized his name on purpose, enjoying the way his jaw clenched slightly.

He rolled his eyes with an exaggerated sigh and took your hands in his, as if that would help convince you.

"Yeah, but not from you," he insisted, lowering his voice. "‘Jake’ is what everyone calls me. Not you."

The way he looked at you, with his lips pressed together and his brows slightly furrowed, had an unmistakable hint of tenderness that made you smile involuntarily. His fingers tangled gently with yours, playing with them as if trying to distract himself.

"Ah, I see. So, my boy gets upset when I call him by his name," you teased, intertwining your fingers with his.

Jake scoffed, but the faint blush on his cheeks betrayed him.

"I’m not upset… I just don’t like it," he muttered, pressing his lips into a thin line. "I want you to call me the way you always do."

You noticed how his hands tightened around yours, as if afraid you might do it again.

"Alright, my love," you whispered with a smile.

Jake closed his eyes for a moment, as if savoring the way it sounded on your lips. Then, without warning, he nestled into your arms and rested his head on your shoulder, letting out a deep sigh.

"That’s much better," he murmured against your skin, his voice laced with contentment.

You smiled, pressing a soft kiss to his hair as your fingers ran gently down his back. Layla let out a quiet bark beside you, as if protesting the lack of attention, but Jake didn’t even budge.

"You know this is a little dramatic, right?" you murmured in amusement.

"I don’t care," he replied, snuggling closer. "Just let me stay like this for a while."

And by the way he held onto you, you knew there was no way you’d ever call him ‘Jake’ again.

Sunghoon☆!

You were leaning against one of the tables in the café, chatting casually with a friend. The conversation flowed lightheartedly between laughter, but every now and then, your eyes drifted toward Sunghoon, who sat a few meters away with his headphones in and his phone in hand.

When your gazes met, you smiled and raised a hand in greeting.

"Sunghoon, come here for a second!" you called, gesturing with your hand.

He lifted his head, hesitating at first, but eventually put his headphones in his pocket and walked toward you with slow steps. The usual soft smile on his face had vanished, and the way his lips were pressed together made you blink in confusion.

"What's wrong?" you asked when he reached your side.

Sunghoon shook his head, shrugging, but avoided your gaze. He merely clicked his tongue lightly, crossing his arms and glancing toward the window.

"Is something bothering you?" you insisted, frowning. "Are you upset that I was talking to him?"

"No," he answered quickly, rolling his eyes. "It's not that."

The dry tone of his voice and the way his fingers tapped against his arm gave him away. You sighed, saying goodbye to your friend before gently taking Sunghoon by the wrist and leading him to a more private corner.

"Hey, are you sure nothing's wrong?" you murmured, searching his eyes. "You've been acting strange since you came over."

Sunghoon puffed out his cheeks, avoiding your gaze.

"It's just… you called me 'Sunghoon,'" he finally admitted, a small pout forming on his lips. "Not even a 'baby' or anything. It sounded like you didn’t even know me."

Surprise made you blink a couple of times before a small laugh escaped you. Sunghoon scrunched his nose, clearly offended.

"Ah, so that's what it was," you smiled, tightening your grip on his wrist slightly. "I thought you didn’t like that kind of thing in public. The nicknames and all…"

He huffed, clicking his tongue in irritation.

"I just don’t like other guys thinking I'm not your boyfriend," he muttered, a soft blush rising to his cheeks. "I like it when you call me cute things, not just my name. It sounds too cold."

The sincerity in his tone and the way his gaze shifted anxiously, as if looking for an escape, made you smile fondly.

"Wow, I didn’t know you were this sensitive," you teased gently.

Sunghoon puffed out his cheeks again, turning his gaze away with a small scoff.

"I’m not sensitive…" he grumbled, though the way his fingers intertwined with yours completely contradicted him. "I just… like it when it sounds like I’m special."

With a soft smile, you stood on your tiptoes and placed a gentle kiss on his cheek. The blush on his face deepened instantly, and though he tried to keep his annoyed expression, his lips began to curve slightly.

"Alright then, ‘baby,’" you whispered sweetly.

Sunghoon let out a quiet sigh, and though he crossed his arms as if still upset, he didn’t move away. On the contrary, he leaned his forehead a little closer to yours, his eyes slightly narrowed.

"Much better," he murmured, and though his voice was soft and serious, you could feel his smile against your skin—warm and small.

Sunoo☆!

The challenge had started as a simple joke—just to see how Sunoo would react if you called him by his name instead of the affectionate nicknames he loved so much. The guys—Jay, Niki, and Sunghoon—could barely contain their laughter when they saw you walk into the room with that fake serious expression. They hid behind the slightly open door, trying not to make a sound while you prepared to set the plan in motion.

Sunoo was sitting on the mattress, legs crossed, phone in hand. The soft afternoon light streamed through the window, casting warm highlights in his hair. His fingers moved quickly across the screen, and his calm expression made you hesitate for a second before clearing your throat.

"Sunoo! Come here for a second!" you called, trying to sound natural.

At the sound of his name, Sunoo immediately lifted his head. His expression shifted from surprise to annoyance in the blink of an eye, and his eyes narrowed as he looked at you as if you had just said the most ridiculous thing in the world. His jaw tensed slightly, and his lips pressed together, making it clear that he was not in the mood for jokes.

"What did you just say?" he asked, setting his phone aside and getting up with quick steps. His tone was colder than usual, and the way he held your gaze without blinking made it impossible to take the situation lightly.

"I called you, what’s the problem?" you defended yourself, biting your lip to keep from laughing.

"Don’t call me that!" he protested immediately, frowning. "It sounds horrible. Like I’m just any other person."

The firmness in his voice and the way he crossed his arms in front of you, chin raised and eyes shining with a mix of irritation and defiance, made it clear that the challenge was working. Sometimes, the confidence in Sunoo’s gaze managed to disarm you faster than you were willing to admit.

"But it’s your name, Sunoo," you insisted with a teasing smile, provoking him on purpose.

At the sound of his name again, Sunoo let out an irritated huff, rolling his eyes and pressing his lips together in frustration.

"No more ‘Sunoo!’" he demanded, his voice sharp. "Call me ‘baby’ or ‘my love.’ That sounds much nicer. That’s what I want to hear."

It was right then that a small, choked noise broke the silence. Someone—clearly Niki—let out a stifled giggle, and the faint sound made Sunoo turn sharply toward the door. His eyes narrowed, and before the guys could react, he marched toward it with quick, firm steps.

"Ah! So this was a joke, huh?" he muttered, swinging the door open to find all three of them barely holding back laughter. "Very funny. Really."

Jay and Sunghoon raised their hands in surrender, but Niki burst into laughter, leaning on Jay’s shoulder as he doubled over. Sunoo clenched his jaw, rolling his eyes in irritation before slamming the door shut with a sharp huff.

"You guys are so annoying," he mumbled, pressing his lips together as he rested his head against the door. His expression remained serious, and the faint redness on his cheeks only made his frustration more obvious.

You sighed with a guilty smile, stepping closer to him softly. Before he could complain again, you took his wrist and led him back to the mattress, gently guiding him to sit down as you settled beside him, wrapping your arms around him.

"I’m sorry, baby," you whispered, pressing a soft kiss to his flushed cheek. "You know it was just a joke. Don’t be mad."

Sunoo huffed, turning his head away from you. His lips remained pressed in a pout, and the way he kept his arms crossed against his chest made it clear that his annoyance hadn’t faded yet.

"You’re all so cruel," he mumbled, his tone dry and sharp. "It’s not funny."

You smiled against his skin, leaving a slow trail of kisses from his cheek down to the hollow of his neck. You felt his shoulders gradually relax, though his lips remained tight as he tried not to give in too easily.

"Will you forgive me?" you whispered, placing one last kiss near his ear. "You know I just wanted to tease you a little."

Sunoo let out a quiet sigh, resting his forehead against your shoulder, though he refused to look at you.

"Maybe…" he murmured, his voice softer but still sulky. "But you owe me cuddles. Lots of them."

And even though his face remained serious and his gaze fixed on the fabric of your shirt, the way he curled up against you, eyes fluttering shut and hands gripping your clothes, made it clear that his anger wouldn’t last much longer.

Jungwon☆!

The argument had ended a few minutes ago, but the silence between the two of you felt heavy and cold. Jungwon stood in the middle of the room, biting his lip nervously, while you took a few steps toward the window, trying to calm yourself. The way you had said his name, without any of the usual affectionate nicknames, hurt him more than he wanted to admit.

"Hey... can we talk, please?" he asked in a low, uncertain voice. But you didn’t respond, keeping your gaze fixed outside, even though you weren’t really looking at anything.

"Are you really going to keep calling me that?" Jungwon insisted, taking a step closer, his dark eyes reflecting a mix of regret and sadness. The way he said your name sounded almost like a plea, so soft that the knot in your throat tightened even more.

"It’s your name, isn’t it?" you replied, trying to sound firm, though your voice wavered slightly.

Jungwon pressed his lips together, his shoulders tensing. He didn’t like hearing that, especially in that distant tone. He swallowed hard, lowering his gaze for a moment, as if debating with himself whether or not to take the next step. But the thought of you continuing to call him that was enough to make him forget his pride.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, his voice trembling with sincerity. He stepped closer, carefully, as if afraid you would pull away.

"I really am, love. I didn’t… I didn’t want it to end like this. Please, don’t call me that."

The way his voice broke at the end made something inside you crack as well. Before you could respond, Jungwon gently took your hands, intertwining his fingers with yours. His grip was warm, but he was shaking slightly.

"I know I messed up. But please, don’t talk to me like I’m a stranger," he whispered, resting his forehead against yours, closing his eyes with an almost broken sigh.

"Call me like you used to. Just tell me you forgive me, okay?"

The pain and regret in his eyes were so evident that you couldn’t keep up the act for much longer. You sighed, closing your eyes for a moment as his fingers softly traced yours, as if afraid you’d pull away.

"Jungwon..." you started, and you felt him tense at the mention of his name again. But before he could say anything, you continued:

"It’s okay, my love. I’m not angry, just… it hurt, you know?" you admitted softly, cupping his cheek.

He let out a deep sigh of relief, so profound it was as if he had been holding his breath the entire time. He hugged you without hesitation, burying his face in your neck as he murmured apologies over and over again, clinging to you as if afraid you would disappear.

"Thank you… thank you for forgiving me, love," he whispered, and this time his voice was broken, but filled with relief and warmth.

"I love you."

And in his arms, the weight in your chest slowly began to fade away.

Ni-ki☆!

You were in the kitchen, stirring the food in the pan, when you raised your voice to call Ni-ki from the living room.

"Jake, come here for a second!"

Silence fell immediately. The moment the words left your mouth, you knew you had messed up.

From the couch, Ni-ki lifted his head with a look of disbelief. He didn’t say anything at first, but the way he narrowed his eyes made it clear that he had heard you perfectly.

He stood up and walked toward the kitchen with slow steps, crossing his arms.

"What did you just say?" he asked, his tone dripping with irritation.

You froze for a moment, feeling the tension in the air.

"I'm sorry, Ni-ki… I meant—"

"Oh, so not only do you not call me by a cute nickname, but you say someone else’s name instead?" he interrupted, scoffing in annoyance. "And Jake’s, of all people. How embarrassing."

He placed a hand over his chest dramatically, but the frown on his face showed that he was genuinely bothered.

"I'm really sorry, it wasn’t on purpose…" you murmured, taking a step toward him.

Ni-ki averted his gaze with a small huff, but the way his jaw relaxed let you know he was already getting over it.

"Just… don’t call me Jake again," he said, still keeping his arms crossed.

You smiled tenderly before gently touching his arm.

"I promise, love. I won’t do it again."

The nickname worked instantly. Ni-ki looked at you in silence for a moment, and then, without warning, leaned in and wrapped his arms around you. His embrace was firm, almost possessive.

"You’re mine, you know that?" he murmured against your lips with a mischievous smile.

Warmth bloomed in your chest, and you placed a soft kiss on his lips, lingering just enough to make the tension disappear completely.

Just then, a low chuckle came from the doorway.

"Dude, that’s disgusting," Jay said, leaning against the frame with a raised eyebrow. "So now you’re one of those ‘you’re mine’ guys? That’s new."

Ni-ki turned his head, frowning.

"What are you talking about?"

"I just remember when you used to laugh at me for being ‘cheesy’ with my girlfriend," Jay replied, making air quotes. "And look at you now—‘mine’ this, kisses everywhere."

Ni-ki opened his mouth to argue, but no comeback came to mind. His ears instantly turned red.

"Screw you, Jay."

"Gladly, but I’m enjoying the show too much." Jay smirked smugly before turning away and disappearing down the hallway.

Jay smirked smugly before turning away and disappearing down the hallway. Ni-ki let out a frustrated sigh and rested his forehead on your shoulder, mumbling something under his breath.

"What was that?" you asked, laughing.

"I hate him," he muttered against your neck, clinging even tighter to you.

"And here I thought you were tough, Ni-ki."

He lifted his head with a frown, but the way he held onto your waist even more tightly gave him away—deep down, he didn’t mind at all.

"Hii! Now that I'm back, I'd love to know, do you have any ideas or suggestions for what you'd like to see next? I'm open to recommendations, so feel free to comment. I'm reading you!" ❤❤❤

[shyoko]

✧ How ENHYPEN would react if you wore his clothes ✦༺

𓂃✧This writing is my own; no copies, adaptations, or translations are allowed. I hope you like it. ✦ 3K words * Masterlist˚ Taglist₊‧ ✦𓂃 

enhypen x reader

✧Heeseung ----------

You were hiding behind the sofa when the front door made a noise, announcing Heeseung's arrival home.

When he came in and saw that all the lights were off, he assumed that you were already sleeping peacefully in your room, so he walked towards it, being careful not to make too much noise as he passed.

When he was about to open the door to the room, a small body jumped on his back, making him jump a little. But he quickly realized that it was you, so he relaxed instantly, and a sweet smile appeared on his lips.

He turned around to meet your face and bent down a bit, grabbing the sides of your face to give you a small kiss on the lips. Heeseung broke away for a few moments to turn on the light. A few seconds later, upon noticing what you were wearing, his eyes widened, as you were only wearing his oversized T-shirt that fell below your thighs.

"You look beautiful in my clothes, honey," he said sweetly, unable to take his eyes off your body. "I'm going to have to put my clothes somewhere more visible for you to wear."

After that day, Heeseung started occasionally leaving his clothes neatly folded on the bed or on the couch, waiting for you to put them on so he could enjoy the view again.

✧Jay ----------

Jay had spent almost an entire week locked up in the studio, forgetting to eat properly and only leaving when the streets were dark, illuminated solely by the streetlights.

Because of this, you prepared some food and placed it in a bag along with a bottle of water and a few snacks you knew he loved. With everything in hand, you walked through the streets until you reached the company where Jay spent so much time alone.

You had memorized the path to his studio from the countless times you had visited him. Standing in front of the door, you knocked softly.

"Come in," Jay's tired voice called from inside.

You entered the room calmly, setting the food down on the table before noticing the sweet expression on Jay's face. He stood up from his seat and carefully wrapped his arms around you, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips before pulling away. But as soon as he did, the loss of his warmth sent a chill through your body, causing you to shiver—something Jay didn't miss.

"Are you cold, my love?" he asked in that soft voice he reserved only for you.

You gave a small nod, making him smile. Without hesitation, he walked over to the couch where his favorite leather jacket was lying. He grabbed it and helped you put it on. A small laugh escaped him as he saw how oversized it looked on you.

"Hey! Don’t laugh at me," you said playfully.

"I'm not making fun of you, it's just funny how big it looks on you," he chuckled, making you frown.

"Don't be mad, I never said it looked bad on you… In fact, I don’t think there’s anything that could ever look bad on you."

You felt hundreds of butterflies flutter wildly inside you. He had no idea the effect those little words had on you.

✧Jake ----------

After a quiet and cozy movie night with Jake, it was time to head home—if it weren’t for the heavy storm that had started pouring down just a few minutes ago. Jake didn’t see this as a problem; in fact, he thought it was a good thing since it meant you’d be spending the night with him.

After tidying up the living room, you both got ready for bed. Luckily, you always kept a set of pajamas at his place for nights like this. Before anything else, you tossed your clothes into the washing machine so they could be cleaned in the morning and worn again.

The moment you slipped under the covers, a warm body wrapped around you carefully, radiating a sense of peace that made you drift off to sleep almost instantly.

The soft morning light filtered through the thin curtains, casting a golden glow on the parts of your body left uncovered. You turned to your side, only to find that the warmth that lulled you to sleep last night was no longer there. Stretching a little, you got up and walked toward the kitchen, where you spotted Jake making coffee—the special one he only prepared when you were around, as he claimed it was just for you.

You tiptoed behind him and wrapped your arms around his waist, making him jump in surprise. He spun around so fast that some of the coffee spilled from the cup, landing on your pajama shirt.

"Jesus! You scared me! Are you trying to kill me or something?" he gasped, still catching his breath. But then his eyes widened when he saw the stain.

"Did you burn yourself?" he asked, now concerned.

"No, no, I’m fine. You just spilled a little," you reassured him.

Jake disappeared from the kitchen for a moment and returned holding one of his shirts.

"I know it's not a big deal, but you can wear this while your clothes get washed," he said, handing it to you.

After slipping it on, you were about to leave the room when you bumped into Jake, who was now looking at you with a faint blush on his cheeks.

"You know what? Keep it," he suddenly said.

"What?" you asked, confused by his unexpected offer.

"Because it looks way too good on you. And besides, this way, I’ll get to see you wearing it more often—not just today," he chuckled softly. "If I’m being honest, I don’t want this to be the last time I see you in my clothes."

✧ Sunghoon ----------

You and Sunghoon were at a restaurant with some friends. After spending the evening strolling through the city’s new shopping mall, you had all agreed to grab dinner together. You ate calmly, laughing occasionally at the jokes being thrown around. Beside you, Sunghoon did the same, his hand resting casually on your thigh.

Once everyone had finished eating, you paid the bill and stepped outside. Night had fallen, and the temperature had dropped significantly. Goosebumps spread across your skin, and small shivers ran through your body. But you refused to admit you were cold—doing so would only give Sunghoon the satisfaction of teasing you. He had warned you about the cold and told you to dress warmly, but you had brushed him off.

You tried to ignore the freezing air and kept walking, your hand still intertwined with Sunghoon’s. The two of you wandered aimlessly, which was slowly killing you inside because all you wanted was to get home, change into your pajamas, snuggle into warm, fluffy blankets, and sleep until the next day.

"Can I ask you something?" Hoon whispered near your ear.

"He-huh? Yeah, of course," you answered, trying your best to keep your voice from trembling.

"Would you care to explain why your body is shaking, your hands feel like ice, and your voice is unsteady?" he asked again, his tone now dripping with amusement.

"I-I have no idea what you’re talking about," you said, quickly picking up your pace, slipping out of his grasp, and crossing your arms in an attempt to trap some warmth.

"Come on, sweetheart. If you admit I’m always right, I’ll give you my warm, cozy jacket," he teased, taking your hand and slipping it inside his jacket for a moment so you could feel just how warm it was.

You shook your head and turned away stubbornly.

"Oh, come on… I know you want it. Don’t be like that," he smirked.

The cold was starting to seep deep into your bones.

"Fine, you win. I’m really cold…"

"And…?" he prompted, clearly enjoying himself.

"And… you were right," you mumbled, frowning as Sunghoon burst into laughter.

Before you could say anything else, he had already slipped off his jacket. Moments later, warmth spread through your body as he draped it over your shoulders, wrapping it around you properly so it could shield you from the cold.

"I hope you’re warm now because I’m the one freezing," he chuckled.

Without thinking, you quickly unzipped the jacket, stepped in front of him, and stopped him in his tracks. You spread your arms wide, pulling him into a hug, wrapping both of you in the jacket’s warmth.

"I have a feeling we won’t make it home like this, but I appreciate it," he laughed softly, pulling away slightly.

You resumed your walk home, but just a few seconds later, he grabbed your wrist and leaned in close to whisper in your ear.

"Oh, and by the way… my clothes look really good on you."

✧ Sunoo ----------

For a while now, the students at your university had been begging the professors to throw a party since the end of classes was fast approaching. The professors and the principal kept refusing, worried about how many people might show up or what could happen. But after countless attempts and some pretty clever persuasion tactics from the students, it finally happened—the party was set for tonight.

There was only one rule, aside from behaving properly and not bringing alcohol: a dress code that would distinguish each year. Each class was assigned a specific color, making it easier to identify who belonged where in case things got out of hand.

Your class got orange.

You were in your room, rummaging through every drawer, sending clothes flying in all directions, but still, no sign of anything orange. A surprised gasp escaped the lips of the person you assumed was Sunoo.

“What is this disaster?” he asked, eyes wide as he took in the scene—your room completely covered in scattered clothes, draped carelessly over the floor and furniture.

"You do realize I didn’t get an easy color like you, right? Red? Seriously? Why couldn’t I have gotten that?" Sunoo smirked as he crouched down, gathering your discarded clothes and folding them neatly before placing them back where they belonged.

“I just came to remind you that we have to leave in fifteen minutes… and well, you’re still not dressed,” he pointed out. Your eyes widened in horror.

"Sunoo, please tell me you have an orange shirt," you pleaded, sticking out your bottom lip in an exaggerated pout, clasping your hands together as if you were making a desperate wish.

"Hmm… I might have one. Hold on, I’ll grab it," he said before disappearing out the door.

When he returned, you felt all your worries fade away the moment you saw the orange T-shirt in his hands. A relieved smile spread across your lips.

"Sunoo, you’re a lifesaver!" you gasped, rushing over to him, cupping his face, and pressing a quick kiss to his lips.

“Give me a second to change, and then we’ll head out,” you added, taking the shirt and shutting the door right in front of his now flushed face.

You paired his T-shirt with a skirt, white shoes, and a few accessories to complete your look. Grabbing your bag, you rushed out of your room.

"Alright, let’s go! I’m ready, and we’re running late!" you called, stepping outside.

A few seconds passed, but Sunoo still hadn’t followed you. You frowned and leaned back inside the house, peeking to see what was taking him so long.

"Baby, why are you just standing there? Let’s go!" you whined, stepping toward him to pull him along.

"You look…" he trailed off, scanning you from head to toe.

"I look…?" you prompted, raising a brow.

"Stunning," he murmured, his fingers gently lacing with yours. Then, with a small, almost bashful smile, he added, "If I had known my clothes looked this good on you, I would’ve given them to you way sooner."

✧ Jungwon ----------

It was your first time going to one of Jungwon's concerts. A few days ago, the upcoming tour dates had been announced, and Jungwon had insisted that he would love for you to be there. Honestly, you were just as excited about it, so you gladly accepted.

With only a few days left until the concert, you were already picking out the perfect outfit. You spent the entire afternoon thinking about what to wear and searching for something you’d like until you came across a T-shirt that the members of Enhypen had worn. It had a picture of the boys on the back and a phrase printed across the top.

You immediately started searching for it online, determined to buy it. But after looking everywhere with no luck, you decided to call Jungwon and ask him about it. He suggested that you stop by the company so you could ask a staff member where to find it. You quickly agreed, hung up, got dressed, and headed out.

When you arrived, a smiling Jungwon was already waiting for you at the entrance, his arms open wide for the hug he had been anticipating. As his warm embrace wrapped around you, you pressed a soft kiss to his cheek.

"Alright, shall we see if we get lucky?" he asked sweetly, intertwining his fingers with yours.

You nodded excitedly, letting him lead the way.

After asking around, you both came to the conclusion that the shirt was an exclusive item for the members and that they likely hadn’t made any extras. You felt a little disappointed, but you still smiled at Jungwon.

"It's okay, I’ll find something else to wear," you said casually.

"No way, I’m not giving up just yet. Wait here for a second, okay?"

He didn’t even give you a chance to respond before disappearing into a room.

A few minutes later, he walked out with something hidden behind his back.

"What is it?" you asked curiously, tilting your head to try and catch a glimpse.

Then, with a wide grin on his lips, he pulled out the T-shirt from behind him. It was noticeably oversized, so you immediately assumed it was his.

"I love it… but wait, isn’t this yours? I don’t want you to feel like you have to give it to me," you said hesitantly.

Jungwon’s eyes widened in disbelief.

"Have to? Who do you take me for?" he scoffed. "I’m giving it to you because I want to. I’d love to see you wearing this at the concert, and I know how much you want it."

Before you could say anything else, he gently pushed you into an empty room and followed you inside.

"Come on, try it on," he urged.

You took off the shirt you were wearing and replaced it with his. The moment you did, his smile grew even bigger.

"I can’t wait for the concert so everyone can see you in my shirt," he murmured, staring at you in awe.

"Oh, and by the way," he added with a playful smirk, "it looks really good on you."

You couldn't help but laugh at his words.

✧ Ni-ki ----------

One of Riki's favorite hobbies, besides dancing and playing video games, is taking various pieces of clothing from his closet and putting together outfits for the upcoming days.

You were walking down the street with a box of pastries in your hand, heading to Riki’s house to give him a little surprise. Once you reached his front door, you rang the doorbell, which was positioned on the right side of the entrance. A few moments later, a pajama-clad Riki opened the door with a bright smile.

“What are you doing here?” he asked, beaming.

“I bought some pastries, and I figured you’d probably hate me if I ate them all by myself,” you joked, holding up the box before stepping inside.

As usual, you headed straight to his room, but you froze in place when you saw his bed completely covered with clothes. Each piece was laid out strategically to form outfits—caps at the top, followed by shirts, pants, and finally, shoes neatly placed on the floor below them.

“Closet makeover?” you asked.

“Oh! No, I was just picking out what I’ll wear this week,” he replied casually.

“I didn’t know people planned their outfits days in advance just to go grocery shopping,” you teased, laughing.

“Shut up,” he said with a grin. “I actually enjoy doing this.”

He walked over to his carefully curated outfits and added, “Besides, I have to say, I have a real talent for this. But my style is unique—you wouldn’t understand. And honestly? You could never pull it off like I do.”

A burst of laughter escaped your lips.

“That’s not true! It would probably look even better on me.”

“Oh yeah?” he challenged.

“Yeah.”

“Alright then, try this on.” He grabbed one of the outfits and placed it in your arms, daring you to prove your point.

“But Riki, this isn’t even my size,” you frowned.

“You said it would look better on you, didn’t you? Come on, let’s see it,” he smirked, ushering you into the bathroom before shutting the door behind you.

With a bit of reluctance, you changed into his clothes—which were way too big for you. The pants dragged across the floor, the oversized shirt nearly reached your knees, and the shoes… well, they were a lost cause. The only thing that actually fit was the adjustable cap.

After catching a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, you couldn’t stop laughing. And when you finally stepped out of the bathroom, Riki took one look at you and immediately burst into hysterical laughter, dramatically collapsing onto the floor as he clutched his stomach.

“Y-you look so ridiculous,” he wheezed between fits of laughter.

Once he finally calmed down, he walked up to you and wrapped his arms around you.

“At least you look adorable,” he chuckled.

“I think I don’t want to be your girlfriend anymore,” you pouted.

Riki swiftly scooped you up in his arms.

“You should’ve thought about that before saying yes,” he grinned. “There’s no escape now.”

[shyoko]

Omg hey this is the person who requested the ot7 angsty angst and OMG IT WAS SO GOOD, I love your writing and ugh this angst was 5 stars, simple and absolutely delicious. I don’t want to push but I’d love a part two, cause I love love love angst so much - 🌸

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✦ Part 1 ✦𓂃 

Heeseung☆

You parked the car in front of the house, your heart in knots. Every fiber of your being screamed at you to leave, to take your things and find refuge somewhere else, far away from everything… far away from him. But even if you tried to run, the sharp pain was still there, consuming you.

You had twenty missed calls. His words still echoed in your mind like sharp blades.

You thought about him. You thought about the two of you. But if you wanted this to work, you had to walk away. You needed to know if he truly loved you, if he would come after you…

With a shaky sigh, you pulled the keys from your pocket and opened the door. The house was completely silent. Or so you thought, until a subtle sound reached your ears: ragged breathing, small muffled sobs coming from the living room.

Your chest tightened at the sight.

Heeseung was lying on the couch, holding his phone in his hand, fast asleep. Even in his dreams, tears kept slipping down his cheeks, tracing the path of his sorrow.

Your resolve wavered. How could you leave after seeing him like this? You hated seeing him suffer.

Without thinking, you carefully approached and knelt beside him. Gently, you slid your fingers across his face, wiping away his tears. That was when his hand moved instinctively, catching yours between his fingers.

At the touch, Heeseung furrowed his brows and blinked, his tired eyes meeting yours.

“Baby! Are you okay? I missed you so much… Will you forgive me? Please?” His voice was trembling, full of desperation. “Baby, I promi—”

The words were cut off when he suddenly sat up and wrapped you in a desperate embrace, as if he was afraid you’d disappear at any moment.

When you pulled away from him, a shiver ran down your spine. His warmth was your refuge, and being away from him felt like a punishment.

“I came to get my things,” you murmured firmly as you stood up.

“N-no, baby… let’s talk, please?”

Heeseung took your wrist and, with a gentle tug, pulled you back into his arms. This time, he didn’t let you go.

He loosened his embrace just enough to cup your face in his hands, forcing you to look into his eyes.

“I’ve been an idiot. A complete idiot,” he whispered seriously. “And, God, I can’t live without you. You’ll never understand how much I love you.”

He pressed his forehead against yours, inhaling deeply as he watched a single tear slide down your cheek.

“I wish I could be with you in this life… in the next… and the next and the ne—”

You covered his mouth with your hand, rolling your eyes.

“Yes, yes, I get it.”

A smile appeared on both of your faces.

“Can you yell at me and call me an idiot? That would make me feel better.”

You couldn’t help but laugh.

“You’re an idiot… but I love you so much.”

He didn’t say anything. He didn’t need to. His arms wrapped tightly around you, as if he was afraid of losing you again. Without warning, he lifted you and laid you down on the couch, curling up on top of you, resting his head on your chest.

Your heart was racing, and he heard it with a satisfied smile.

“I love you,” he whispered, his voice full of sweetness.

He closed his eyes, holding onto you as if you were his only peace.

And maybe, just maybe, you were.

jay☆

Days had passed since that argument with Jay.

Every morning, without fail, a message from him would arrive. "Good morning, love." "I love you." "I miss you." Always with the same tenderness, the same patience. He reminded you that, even though he understood you needed time, he would still be there… waiting.

And you missed him.

Every day, the temptation to reply grew stronger. You wanted to text him so many times, to tell him how much you loved him, how much you needed him… but you held back. You didn’t want to go back to the same cycle. There were still too many doubts in your mind.

As you were cooking, the sound of your phone interrupted your thoughts.

"Can I come over? I need to see you."

A second later, another notification.

"Please, baby."

Your chest warmed instantly. You wanted him close. You needed him. But then, the questions came.

What if everything went back to the way it was? What if nothing changed? What if he didn’t feel the same anymore?

Your phone vibrated again.

"I know you need time, I really do… but I can’t take it anymore. It’s been a week, and I feel like I’m going to die. Please, let me see you. Kiss you. Hold you. Say yes, please."

You couldn’t resist anymore. All the anger, the doubts, the distance—they crumbled all at once.

"Okay."

A simple response, no complications. But behind those two words was a desperate truth: you wanted him back. You wanted his hugs, his kisses. You wanted him.

The distance between his house and yours had never felt so short.

The doorbell rang impatiently.

You took a deep breath before turning the knob and opening the door.

And there he was. Jay.

His face uneasy, his hands trembling, and in them, a bouquet of flowers. Not just any bouquet, but one filled with all the flowers you had once mentioned you liked.

Your lips parted in surprise.

"You didn’t have to do this."

But before you could say anything else, Jay set the flowers aside and took your face in his hands.

And he kissed you.

Desperately. Longingly. Lovingly.

"I missed you too much."

He hadn’t even stepped inside your house. He didn’t care. He just needed you. Always. At any moment. Because to him, you would always be the most important thing.

He had been a fool.

But he was your fool.

And he always would be.

Jake☆

You had only been away from Jake for a few hours, but the argument still weighed heavily on your chest. Every word, every look, every second where everything felt like it was about to break kept replaying in your mind.

You were lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, when your phone vibrated.

A message from Jake.

You sighed, debating whether to open it or not, but in the end, curiosity won.

It was a photo.

In the picture, Jake and Layla were on the couch together. Jake had a sad expression, his lips slightly pouting, and Layla, lying next to him, looked at the camera with the sweetest eyes in the world.

Along with the photo, a message:

"Layla says her parents need to make up because she doesn’t want to live in a broken home 😭💔"

You couldn’t help but smile a little.

Before you could respond, another message popped up.

"She also says she misses you so much… and that her dad has been unbearable since you left, so please come back for everyone's sake 🥺🙏"

You shook your head, feeling something warm spread through your chest.

And then, one last message.

"Okay, actually, I said that… but she definitely thinks it… I think. 🐶💕"

That was it. You couldn’t hold back anymore.

You grabbed your things and went back to his place.

When you arrived, Jake opened the door in a second, as if he had been waiting right behind it.

"You came back?" —his eyes shone with relief.

Before you could say anything, Layla jumped on you, wagging her tail like crazy and covering you in kisses.

"See? I told you, Layla really missed you."

"Uh-huh, sure… Layla…" —you crossed your arms, raising an eyebrow.

Jake chuckled, scratching the back of his neck.

"Okay, fine. Me too. A lot. Too much." —His expression softened as he looked at you with pure adoration— "I’m really sorry. I don’t ever want to fight like that again. You’re the best thing I have."

You took a deep breath, trying to stay firm, but… how could you stay mad at him when he looked at you like that?

You sighed and rolled your eyes.

"You’re an idiot."

"I know."

"But I love you."

Before you could say anything else, Jake pulled you into his arms, hugging you so tightly you almost lost your breath.

"Agh, Jake, you’re gonna break my ribs!"

"Oops, sorry, I’m just so happy." —He kissed your forehead multiple times— "Never leave again, okay? Layla and I can’t handle it."

"Alright… but on one condition."

"Anything."

"Next time, use Layla from the start. I can’t resist that face."

Jake laughed, pressing his forehead against yours.

"Deal."

Sunghoon☆

You hadn’t spoken to Sunghoon in days. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to, but after the argument, you were waiting for him to take the first step. However, the silence between you only grew longer, heavier.

Your friends, tired of seeing you sigh over him without doing anything about it, dragged you to a party.

"It’ll be good for you to take your mind off things. Stop thinking about him."

You tried… until a guy who clearly didn’t understand the meaning of “I’m not interested” decided to be too persistent.

"Come on, just one drink. I don’t bite." "No, thanks." "Just one, I promise you’ll have a good time."

You rolled your eyes, taking a step back, but he stepped forward again, blocking your way.

"Is it really that hard to accept an invitation?" "As hard as understanding that I DON'T WANT TO."

Before the guy could respond, a cold, firm voice interrupted the conversation.

"Is there a problem here?"

The world seemed to stop when you turned your head and saw Sunghoon standing there, jaw clenched, his eyes burning with restrained fury.

"And who the hell are you?" the guy spat, annoyed.

"Her boyfriend." Sunghoon took a step forward, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you against his chest. "So I’d appreciate it if you stepped back before this ends badly."

The guy frowned, looking at you and then at him, but finally clicked his tongue and walked away, muttering something under his breath.

"Are you okay?" Sunghoon asked, looking down at you.

You didn’t answer.

Not because you didn’t want to, but because you were still too stunned.

Sunghoon sighed and gently took your hand.

"Let’s go. I don’t want you staying here."

You didn’t argue.

You left the party in silence, and he led you to his car. The moment he closed the door, a different kind of tension filled the air. Sunghoon ran a hand over his face, as if trying to calm himself, then turned to you.

"How did you know I was here?" you asked, crossing your arms.

Sunghoon looked away for a second, as if debating whether to answer, but in the end, he sighed.

"I’ve been asking your friends about you every day. I wanted to know if you were okay… if you hated me… if you wanted to talk to me. And today, they told me you were here, so I came."

Your heart skipped a beat.

"Did you really do that?"

"Of course. How could I not worry about you?" —Sunghoon looked at you with those deep, emotion-filled eyes that always made you melt— "I miss you. So much."

His gaze dropped to your lips, and before you could process it, his hands framed your face, and his lips crashed onto yours in a desperate kiss, full of everything he hadn’t been able to say in days.

"I missed you." —He murmured against your lips, pressing soft kisses between each word— "I missed you so much."

Your heart pounded like crazy, but you didn’t pull away.

"Me too."

Sunghoon rested his forehead against yours, brushing his thumb over your cheek.

"I’m sorry. I was an idiot. I promise it won’t happen again."

"It better not." —You sighed, playing with the strands of his hair.

"Does that mean you forgive me?"

"Mmm… depends."

"On what?"

"On how many more kisses you’re willing to give me to make up for it."

Sunghoon smirked before leaning in again.

"As many as you want, princess."

Sunoo☆

Since you heard those words, a knot had settled in your chest.

"Yeah, I love her, but sometimes she’s a bit too much and just too..."

You hadn’t wanted to hear the rest. It hurt. And that’s why you had been ignoring his calls and messages for days, trying to keep your distance.

But Sunoo didn’t give up.

Your phone vibrated again, and this time, without thinking too much, you answered.

"What do you want, Sunoo?"

"To talk to you. To explain myself."

His voice sounded different, more serious than usual. You sighed, saying nothing.

"I didn’t mean it like that. I was joking around with Ni-ki, and I said it without thinking. But I wasn’t serious, you know that, right?"

"I don’t know, Sunoo," you admitted honestly. "Is that what you really think of me? That I’m too much?"

There was silence, followed by a deep sigh.

"If being ‘too much’ means that you take care of me, that you’re always looking out for me, and that you shower me with love, then yes, you are. But I love that about you. I don’t want you to change."

You lowered your gaze, biting your lip.

"I’m coming over."

"You don’t have to…"

“Yes, I do. Wait for me."

It was nighttime when the doorbell rang. When you opened the door, Sunoo was standing there, his brows furrowed and lips pressed together, as if he was holding something back.

"I don’t want you to go to sleep thinking I don’t love you."

His tone was firm, sincere. He stepped closer, not breaking eye contact.

"You are the most important person in my life. And if I ever made you think otherwise, I’m sorry."

You stayed silent, unsure of what to say.

He sighed and, carefully, took your hand.

"Can we fix this? I don’t want to be apart over something stupid I said without thinking."

You squeezed his fingers slightly. You couldn’t stay mad at him.

"Only if you promise to think before you speak next time."

Sunoo let out a small laugh and nodded.

"I promise."

A sigh escaped your lips before you let yourself fall into his arms, feeling his body relax instantly.

"I’m glad you’re not too proud."

"And I’m glad you’re too persistent."

"I guess we make a good team."

You both laughed softly, letting the tension slowly fade away.

"I don’t want to leave tonight," Sunoo murmured into your hair. "Let me stay with you."

You didn’t answer, just took his wrist and led him to your room. He climbed into bed with you, wrapping you in his arms as if he was afraid you’d slip away again.

"Sleep, love," he whispered, gently stroking your back. "I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere."

You closed your eyes, feeling his breathing fall in sync with yours. It didn’t matter what had happened before. Right now, you were together, and that was all that mattered.

Jungwon☆

You locked yourself in the room, crossing your arms as your heart pounded in your chest. You didn’t want to keep arguing.

Outside, Jungwon let out a heavy sigh.

"Baby, please open the door. I don’t want to keep fighting."

"Go away, Jungwon."

"You know I’m not going to do that."

You heard him turn the doorknob, trying to open it. Quickly, you leaned against the door to stop him.

"Let me in."

"No."

"I’m coming in anyway."

"No, you’re not."

But he did.

Jungwon pushed harder than he intended, and before you could react, the door swung open and hit you on the head.

"Oh no!" he exclaimed as he saw you wince and press a hand to your forehead. "Baby, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to… come here."

Before you could protest, he took your hand and led you to the bed.

"Let me see." He gently moved your hand away to inspect your forehead. "God… I’m a mess."

He sat beside you, running his fingers through your hair tenderly, pressing soft kisses on the spot where he had accidentally hit you.

"I feel awful. Really, forgive me."

"You didn’t mean to…" you mumbled, feeling how the warmth of his touch melted away any lingering anger.

"Still… Do you want me to get you some ice? Or chocolate? Or both?"

"Maybe both."

"Whatever my princess wants." He smiled, kissing your forehead again.

For a few seconds, silence filled the room until, without meaning to, a small laugh escaped your lips.

"What’s so funny?" Jungwon asked, amused.

"That you literally almost knocked me out with the door."

Now it was his turn to laugh.

"I know, I know. I’m the worst."

"A little bit."

"But you still love me, right?"

"Maybe…" you teased.

"Hey!"

Both of you burst into laughter, and without thinking much about it, you let yourself fall onto his chest. Jungwon wrapped his arms around you, hugging you tightly, as if that could somehow make up for the accidental hit.

"Don’t lock yourself away from me again," he whispered, stroking your back. "If we fight, I want to fix things together. I don’t want any distance between us."

"I promise."

"Good."

Jungwon let out a relieved sigh and pressed one last kiss to the top of your head while you closed your eyes, enjoying the warmth of his embrace.

Ni-ki☆

It had only been a few minutes since you left, but the weight of his words was already unbearable for Ni-ki. His heart pounded as he stared at the door, drowning in regret.

Without thinking twice, he ran after you. He didn’t care that his friends were watching or that the cold night air stung his skin. He just needed to find you.

It didn’t take long for him to catch up. You had stopped on the sidewalk, taking deep breaths to keep the tears from falling. When you heard his hurried footsteps behind you, you clenched your fists.

"Leave me alone, Ni-ki." You said without looking at him.

But he didn’t.

"I can’t."

His voice sounded different. The frustration from before was gone, replaced by desperation and sadness.

"Please, look at me."

You shook your head, but when you felt his trembling hand take yours, it was impossible to ignore him. His dark eyes were filled with regret, and his breathing was unsteady.

"What I said was awful." His voice was shaky. "But I have never, ever, been ashamed of being with you. How could I? You’re the best thing in my life."

You lowered your gaze, feeling your anger begin to crumble.

"Then why did you say it?" You whispered.

Ni-ki bit his lip, his other hand rising to gently cup your cheek.

"Because I’m an idiot who speaks without thinking when I’m upset. But I swear, I didn’t mean it."

A moment of silence passed between you before he sighed and rested his forehead against yours.

"You’re everything to me, okay? If you leave, I’ll go crazy."

You couldn’t help but let out a tired sigh, but your body instinctively relaxed against his. Ni-ki noticed and smiled slightly.

"I know you’re still mad, so you can punish me however you want."

"Oh, really?"

"Yeah. Hit me, insult me, tell me I’m an immature kid…"

"You already know that."

"Hey!"

Finally, a small smile escaped your lips, and Ni-ki took it as his personal victory.

"I made you smile. That means I still have hope."

You rolled your eyes, but you didn’t pull away when he wrapped his arms around you, burying his face in your neck.

"I love you." He whispered.

"I know."

"So… can I come back home with you?"

"Only if you buy me something to eat on the way."

Ni-ki laughed against your skin and took your hand firmly, making sure you wouldn’t walk away again.

"Anything you want, my love."

Do you feel better after the second part? lol I hope you do (even I got mad at them while writing the first one HAHAHA)

[shyoko]

Getting in a fight with ot7 and it being super angsty? Like they say something super hurtful to reader and immediately regret it ( ˘ ³˘)♥

☆Getting in a figth with ENHYPEN. ☆

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✦ Part 2 ✦𓂃

Heeseung☆

You had tried to ignore it. To convince yourself that it wasn’t a big deal, that it shouldn’t affect you so much. You knew it was part of his job, that he had always been this way with his fans. But every smile, every glance, every affectionate gesture he gave them made you feel invisible.

Today, you finally couldn’t take it anymore.

The sound of the door opening pulled you out of your thoughts. Heeseung walked in with the same calmness as always, unaware of the lump in your throat or the storm burning in your chest. He walked to the couch, set his backpack down, and sat beside you, resting his head on your shoulder with a sigh.

For a moment, you hesitated. Maybe this wasn’t the right time. Maybe you should wait…

No. If you didn’t talk about it now, you might never do it.

“Heeseung, can we talk?” you murmured, gently moving him away from your shoulder.

He tensed instantly.

“I don’t think this is the right time,” he replied without looking at you. “I’m exhausted.”

His dry tone hit you straight in the chest. All the patience you had planned to approach this with vanished instantly.

“I don’t like the way you interact with your fans,” you blurted out. “If I didn’t know you, I’d think they were your girlfriends.”

Heeseung let out a dry, incredulous laugh.

“Do you even hear yourself? You’re acting like a child.”

He stood up from the couch, turning his back to you.

“Is this how you solve problems?” you asked, standing up as well. “By ignoring them?”

He froze but said nothing.

“I just want to talk,” you continued. “To tell you how I feel, how I’ve been feeling all these months.”

Finally, he turned to look at you. His expression had hardened, his gaze sharp.

“I warned you before we started dating.”

“Yeah, but…”

“There’s no ‘but,’” he cut you off coldly. “This is my job. You accepted it. It’s not my fault if you don’t like it now, but there’s nothing I can do.”

His words felt like a stab to the heart.

You felt your eyes burn with tears, and before you could stop them, they rolled down your cheeks.

Then, he said it.

“I don’t even know why I started this with you. I was better off alone, without having to worry about whether my actions affect you or not.”

The final blow.

Heeseung turned and disappeared into the bedroom, slamming the door behind him.

You stood there, heart shattered. You couldn’t breathe, you couldn’t think. You could only feel the emptiness his words left in your chest.

Without thinking twice, you grabbed your bag and walked out of the house, shutting the door firmly behind you. You needed to leave. To get away from him.

The cold night air hit your face as you reached your car. Trembling, you pulled the keys from your pocket, but before you could open the door, a hand caught your wrist.

“Don’t go… please.”

His voice was broken.

You looked up and found him there, his eyes glistening, his face pale, his chest rising and falling with desperation.

“Stop, let me go,” you whispered, pulling your hand free with a gentle tug. “You already made it clear you were better off without me.”

“I didn’t mean it…” His grip trembled. “I don’t want a life without you. I don’t want to be without you… please, let’s talk.”

Small tears welled up in his eyes.

“I love you. I don’t know why I said that… Stay with me, okay?”

He clung to your waist, holding you tightly, as if afraid you would disappear into thin air.

“Heeseung, let me go,” you whispered, feeling the pain settle in your chest. “You said you were better off alone, and now you think a simple ‘I’m sorry’ is enough to fix everything?”

He froze, feeling his world crumble around him.

“But…”

“No buts,” you cut him off, your voice trembling. “I need time. Alone.”

You pulled away from him and got into the car, ignoring his desperate pleas.

You were dying to hold him. To talk. To fix things.

But you knew how these things worked.

People don’t appreciate what they have until they lose it.

jay☆

Jay had been distant lately, short replies, ignored messages, and canceled calls. You tried to be understanding, but the weight of being overlooked grew heavier, especially when you saw him laughing with friends online while leaving you on read.

Today was the breaking point.

Sitting on his couch, you waited as he stayed glued to his phone, not even greeting you with a smile.

“Jay, can we talk?”

For the first time that night, he lifted his gaze from the screen and sighed, resting his elbow on his knee as he ran a hand down his face.

“About what?”

His tone was dry, distant. That only made the lump in your throat tighten even more.

“About… us.”

He clicked his tongue and leaned back on the couch, resting his head against the cushion.

“I don’t think this is the right time for this,” he muttered, not even looking at you.

You bit your lip, feeling frustration bubble up inside you.

“Then when is the right time, Jay? Because every time I try to talk to you, there’s always something more important.”

His jaw tensed, but he said nothing.

“I feel like I’m losing you,” you admitted in a small voice, hoping, praying, that at least that would make him react.

But instead, he let out a dry, emotionless laugh.

“Don’t be dramatic.”

Your heart sank.

“Dramatic? Jay, you barely talk to me lately. You don’t call, you don’t check in… I feel like you don’t want me around.”

He sighed in exasperation and finally looked at you, but his expression wasn’t what you expected. There was no guilt, no concern… just exhaustion.

“I don’t know what you expect from me,” he finally said. “I can’t be checking in on you all the time.”

Silence.

His words hit like a punch to the stomach.

It wasn’t just what he said, it was how he said it. The indifference in his eyes, the coldness in his tone. As if everything you had been feeling these past few days had been an overreaction, as if you were asking for too much.

“I’m not asking you to check in on me all the time,” you whispered, your vision blurring with tears. “I just want to know if I still matter to you.”

He didn’t answer.

You couldn’t take it anymore. You stood up, grabbing your bag, determined to leave before the tears fell. You walked to the door without looking back, but just as your hand touched the doorknob, you felt a tug on your wrist.

“Don’t go.”

Jay’s voice no longer sounded indifferent. There was urgency in his tone, a desperation you hadn’t heard in weeks.

“Let me go, Jay.”

You tried to pull your hand away, but he held on tighter.

“I didn’t mean that,” he said quickly, his eyes scanning your face anxiously. “I don’t know why I said it. I don’t want this to end, I don’t want you to leave.”

The first tear slipped down your cheek, and he rushed to wipe it away with his thumb—but you turned your face away.

“Now you care?”

He swallowed hard, his jaw clenching.

“I’ve always cared. I was just… an idiot.”

“Yes, you were.”

Jay closed his eyes for a second, as if his own words had hit him.

“Give me another chance. Stay.”

His hands clung to yours, his grip unsteady, almost pleading. But as much as it hurt to see him like this, you knew you couldn’t give in so easily.

“It’s not that simple, Jay. You can’t treat me like I’m disposable and then ask me to stay when you see I’m actually willing to leave.”

“I don’t want to lose you.”

“Then you should’ve thought about that before.”

Jay fell silent. His hands loosened their grip, giving you the chance to step back.

“I need time.”

Jay shook his head, as if the very thought of being without you was impossible to accept.

“How long?”

“I don’t know.”

He clenched his fists but slowly nodded, realizing he had no choice but to accept your decision.

You took one last look at his desperate expression before stepping out the door.

Jake☆

Arguments with Jake were rare. He had always been the kind of person who soothed rather than provoked, the type to fix things with soft words and warm embraces rather than sharp remarks. But this time… this time was different.

"You always do this!" you exploded, frustration bubbling over before you could stop yourself.

Jake exhaled sharply, his fingers raking through his hair as he paced the living room. His usual patience, the quiet calm that you loved so much, was nowhere to be found.

"Do what?" he shot back, his voice harsher than you’d ever heard it. "Try to do everything right and still never be enough for you?"

His words slammed into you like a brick wall.

Your breath caught in your throat. "Is that what you think?" you murmured, barely able to recognize your own voice.

Jake clenched his jaw, but he didn’t take it back. The silence that followed was deafening.

And then, he spoke again.

"Maybe you’d be better off with someone else."

Everything around you seemed to freeze. The air felt heavier, suffocating. The walls of the apartment, which had always felt like home, now felt too small, pressing in on you from all sides.

For a second, Jake didn’t seem to realize what he had just said. It had slipped out—reckless, thoughtless, cutting deeper than either of you could have anticipated. But then he saw it. The way your face crumbled. The way your eyes, wide with disbelief, filled with tears you refused to let fall.

His breath hitched. "No…" His voice wavered, panic replacing the anger that had been fueling him just moments ago. "No, wait, I didn’t mean that."

But you were already moving. Already reaching for your bag, your fingers shaking as you slung it over your shoulder.

Jake was in front of you in an instant, blocking your path to the door. His hands, the same hands that had always held you so gently, now trembled as they reached for you.

"Please," he begged, his voice hoarse. "Please don’t go."

You didn’t answer. You couldn’t.

"Baby," he pleaded, stepping closer. His eyes were glossy, his chest rising and falling erratically. "I swear, I didn’t mean it. I was angry. I wasn’t thinking."

His fingers brushed against your wrist, desperate to hold on, but you pulled away as if his touch burned. You swallowed hard, willing yourself not to break.

"You don’t say things like that if you don’t mean them," you said quietly.

Jake shook his head violently, his lips parted as if searching for the right words, words that could erase what he had done, words that could fix the crack spreading between you.

"It’s not true," he whispered. "I don’t want anyone else. I just… " He broke off, running a hand down his face as if trying to wipe away the mistake, trying to undo what had already been said. "I just got scared. I felt like I was failing you. And I lashed out. Please, you have to believe me."

But you had already heard enough.

The pain in your chest was unbearable, a dull ache that spread through every inch of you. You wanted to believe him, wanted to throw yourself into his arms and let him tell you it was all just a mistake. But the words were still there, lingering in the air like smoke, unavoidable, irreversible.

"Please," Jake whispered again. His voice was breaking, cracking under the weight of desperation. "Don't leave me like this."

You hesitated. Just for a second. Just long enough to see the way his hands clenched into fists at his sides, the way his lips trembled as if he were holding back tears.

But you couldn't stay.

You turned away, reaching for the doorknob.

"Wait…" Jake's voice shattered, raw and broken. He moved forward as if to stop you, but this time, he didn’t reach out. He just stood there, frozen, his entire body trembling.

And then, you stepped outside.

The door closed behind you with a soft click, a sound so final it made Jake flinch.

Inside, he stood motionless, staring at the empty space where you had just been. His breath came in short, ragged gasps, his heart pounding so hard it hurt. The silence around him was deafening.

And then, the first tear fell.

He wiped at it roughly, as if denying its existence would somehow make this less real. But the second one followed. Then the third. Until they wouldn’t stop, until the weight of what he had done crushed down on him entirely.

Jake had always been the kind of person who fixed things with hugs, with gentle reassurances and whispered apologies. But for the first time, he had no idea if that would be enough.

Because you were gone. And he had no idea if you would come back.

Sunghoon☆

The atmosphere in the café had shifted. What had started as a quiet afternoon together now felt suffocating, the once warm air thick with tension. Sunghoon sat across from you, his expression unreadable, but the way his fingers tapped sharply against the wooden table gave away his impatience. His coffee remained untouched, the steam curling into the air, ignored.

You noticed the tight clench of his jaw, the way his lips pressed into a thin line as he stared at you with narrowed eyes. Something was wrong.

And then, he spoke.

“Are you really going to keep ignoring it?” His voice was low, controlled, but there was an unmistakable edge beneath it, sharp and dangerous.

You blinked, confused. “Ignore what?”

Sunghoon let out a dry, humorless laugh, shaking his head slightly as if he couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

“Don’t play dumb.” He leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest. “You’ve been smiling at that guy like an idiot all afternoon.”

It took you a second to process his words.

“The waiter?” you asked, your brows furrowing in disbelief.

Sunghoon’s jaw tightened further.

“Sunghoon, are you serious?” you let out a small chuckle, half expecting him to realize how ridiculous he sounded.

But he didn’t.

His expression only darkened. “You think this is funny?” His tone was sharper now, colder. “This isn’t the first time you do this. You always act like this, like you love getting attention from every guy who crosses your path.”

A wave of indignation surged through you, hot and immediate.

“Excuse me?” you snapped, your voice rising slightly.

Sunghoon didn’t flinch. If anything, his glare only intensified.

“Don’t pretend,” he continued, voice laced with bitterness. “You love having everyone chasing after you, don’t you? Like it’s a game. Like I’m an idiot for taking you seriously.”

The words hit you harder than you expected. Your breath caught in your throat, your fingers tightening around the strap of your bag as the accusation sank in.

He didn’t trust you.

No matter how much you had given, no matter how many times you had reassured him, he still believed that your love was something shallow, something fleeting, something you could toss aside for the next person who looked your way.

For a moment, neither of you spoke. The café’s background noise seemed distant, muffled beneath the roaring in your ears. The clinking of cups, the quiet murmur of conversations, the sound of footsteps, it all faded into nothing.

Sunghoon’s face changed almost instantly. As if the weight of his own words had just crashed down on him.

“No…” his voice faltered. “Wait.”

His anger dissolved into something else, something dangerously close to regret. His fingers twitched on the table, as if he wanted to reach for you but hesitated.

But it was too late.

You were already grabbing your bag, the chair scraping against the floor as you stood up abruptly.

“I didn’t mean that,” he said, his voice urgent now. “I swear I didn’t mean it.”

You met his gaze, your own eyes burning, not with tears, but with something worse. With disappointment. With exhaustion.

How many times had you fought this same battle? How many times had you tried to prove your love to someone who refused to see it?

Your hands trembled as you adjusted the strap of your bag, your heart pounding against your ribs.

Sunghoon reached out, fingers brushing against your wrist in a desperate attempt to stop you.

“Please,” he murmured. The anger from before was gone, replaced with something raw, something desperate. “Don’t leave like this.”

But you had already made up your mind.

You pulled your arm away, stepping back as his face crumbled.

“I can’t do this anymore,” you whispered.

The weight of those words settled between you, heavy and irreversible.

And then, without looking back, you walked away.

The bell above the café door chimed softly as you stepped outside, the cool air hitting your face like a slap. The world outside moved on as if nothing had happened, as if the conversation inside hadn’t just ripped a hole through your chest.

Behind you, Sunghoon remained frozen in place, staring at the empty space where you had just been. His breathing was unsteady, his hands curled into fists at his sides.

He had pushed too hard. Said too much.

And now, he was left with nothing but the ache of his own words, words that could never be taken back.

Sunoo☆

The apartment was quiet, too quiet, except for the distant hum of Sunoo’s voice in the other room. You weren’t trying to eavesdrop. You had only come to tell him that dinner was ready, your steps light, your mind occupied with thoughts of the meal you had prepared.

But then, his words stopped you in your tracks.

“It’s just that sometimes it’s too much…” His voice carried a weight you weren’t used to hearing from him, strained, exasperated. “I don’t know, she can just be so annoying.”

The world seemed to freeze.

Your heart clenched, a dull ache spreading through your chest.

Sunoo let out a sigh, oblivious to the way your body had gone rigid just outside the doorway. “It’s not that I don’t love her, but sometimes I feel like I have to put up with too much.”

The pain in your chest tightened, sharp and unforgiving. A lump formed in your throat, making it hard to breathe.

You didn’t need to hear more.

Instinctively, you took a step back, the slight shuffle of your foot against the floor breaking the silence. It was barely a sound, but it was enough. Enough for Sunoo to hear. Enough for him to turn around.

The moment his eyes met yours, all the color drained from his face.

“I.. no…” He immediately fumbled to hang up the phone, his voice suddenly laced with panic. “That’s not what I meant.”

You didn’t respond.

You couldn’t.

Your hands trembled as you curled them into fists at your sides, willing yourself to stay composed, to keep your emotions from spilling over.

Sunoo took a cautious step forward. “Please, let me explain.”

But you had already started moving toward the door, your body acting before your mind could catch up.

“Don’t go!” His voice was desperate now, the sharp edge from earlier completely gone. He rushed toward you, his arms reaching out as if he could physically stop you from slipping away. “I didn’t mean that, I was frustrated, I wasn’t thinking.”

But none of it mattered.

None of it could take back what he had said.

With shaking hands, you grabbed your bag, fumbling with the strap as you pulled it over your shoulder. Your breath was uneven, your mind a blur of hurt and disbelief.

You felt him step closer. “Please, don’t leave me like this,” he whispered, his voice barely holding together.

You turned just for a second, and what you saw nearly made you hesitate.

Sunoo stood there, completely shattered. His lips were parted as if searching for the right words, his eyes shining with raw desperation. He looked… afraid. Like he had just realized, too late, that he had pushed too hard, said too much.

“I was just upset,” he said quickly, trying to explain, trying to fix what was already broken. “I said something stupid. That’s not how I really feel.”

But you had already heard enough.

The words lingered in your mind, repeating over and over like an unforgiving echo.

She can be so annoying.

I have to put up with too much.

You shook your head, too drained to argue, too hurt to listen to more excuses. You felt the weight of his gaze on you, heavy with regret, with desperation. But even so, it wasn’t enough to make you stay.

“And what if it is?” you whispered, the words slipping past your lips before you could stop them.

Sunoo tensed, his breath hitching, but you didn’t wait for a response.

You turned back toward the door, your fingers wrapping around the handle as you pulled it open. The cool air from the hallway brushed against your skin, a harsh contrast to the suffocating warmth of the apartment.

“Wait,” Sunoo pleaded one last time, stepping forward like he might reach for you again, but he didn’t. He couldn’t.

Because you were already gone.

You stepped over the threshold without looking back, letting the door swing shut behind you.

Even through the barrier, you could still hear him.

Your name, falling from his lips, broken and desperate.

Begging you to stay.

To listen.

To give him another chance.

But at that moment, the pain was too overwhelming, too heavy to carry.

And so, you kept walking.

Jungwon☆

The door closed with a soft thud as Jungwon stepped into the apartment, his movements sluggish, shoulders slumped under the weight of exhaustion. He barely had the energy to slip off his shoes before trudging further inside, dragging his feet against the hardwood floor. The dim lighting of the living room cast soft shadows over his face, highlighting the fatigue etched into his features.

Without a word, he collapsed onto the couch, letting out a heavy sigh as he leaned his head back, eyes sliding shut.

“You should rest more,” you said softly, stepping closer. “You can’t keep pushing yourself like this, Jungwon. It’s not good for you.”

His eyelids fluttered open, but instead of gratitude, his expression was unreadable, blank, almost. Then, a flicker of irritation crossed his face, darkening his tired eyes.

“Don’t start,” he muttered, rubbing his temples as if your words had only added to his headache. “I already have enough on my plate.”

The sharpness in his voice caught you off guard.

“I’m not starting anything,” you said, frowning. “I just care about you.”

“Well, don’t,” he snapped.

You stiffened.

“I don’t need you telling me what to do like I’m a child.”

His words hit you harder than they should have. The weight of them settled in your chest, heavy and uncomfortable. You had only wanted to comfort him, to remind him that he didn’t have to carry everything alone. But the way he spat those words out, as if your concern was nothing more than an annoyance, made your stomach twist.

“I’m just trying to help…” you murmured, voice quieter now, less certain.

Jungwon let out a dry, humorless laugh, shaking his head.

“If you really wanted to help, you’d leave me alone.”

Silence.

The impact of his words landed like a punch to the gut. Your breath hitched slightly, but you refused to let it show. You simply stood there, staring at him, feeling a lump form in your throat.

For a moment, neither of you spoke.

Jungwon blinked, his irritation fading as realization dawned on him, too late. His body tensed, exhaustion replaced by something far worse: panic.

“No, wait…” he said quickly, pushing himself up from the couch. His movements were rushed, frantic. “I didn’t mean that.”

He reached for you, hands trembling slightly as if trying to take back the damage his words had already done.

“I’m sorry, love, really,” he pleaded, his voice softer now, almost desperate. “I’m just stressed. I shouldn’t have talked to you like that.”

You didn’t respond. You couldn’t.

His fingers brushed against your wrist, trying to hold onto you, but you instinctively stepped back. The hurt in your eyes must have been evident because Jungwon’s face crumbled.

“Please,” he whispered, his voice barely above a breath.

He leaned in slightly, as if to press a kiss to your forehead, as if physical closeness could undo the sting of his words. But before he could, you turned on your heel and walked toward the bedroom.

His heart clenched.

“Leave me alone,” you said firmly as you closed the door behind you.

Jungwon stood frozen in the hallway, staring at the closed door, the finality of it sinking in. The guilt weighed down on his chest, heavier than before, suffocating. He had spent the entire day carrying exhaustion, stress, frustration—too much of everything. And yet, now, the only thing he felt was regret.

Because this time, his words had done more damage than he could fix in a single moment.

Ni-ki☆

The room was filled with laughter, the warm hum of voices overlapping as the boys played. Controllers clicked rapidly, bursts of excitement and groans of frustration filling the air. Ni-ki sat in the middle of it all, completely absorbed in the game, his brows furrowed in intense concentration. His lips were pressed into a thin line, fingers gripping the controller tightly as he struggled to regain control after making a mistake.

You couldn’t help but smile.

“Aw, Ni-ki, you look like a baby when you get frustrated,” you teased, reaching over to gently pinch his cheek.

The others immediately latched onto your words, laughter rippling through the group.

“Yeah, our baby Ni-ki,” one of the guys added playfully.

The teasing continued, harmless in your eyes, just another joke among friends. But then, something shifted.

The controller in Ni-ki’s hands suddenly dropped with a sharp thud against the floor. The sound cut through the laughter like a knife. He stood up so abruptly that the couch creaked under the sudden movement.

“Come here,” he said, voice clipped, expression unreadable as he grabbed your wrist.

Confused, you let him pull you away from the others, the laughter fading behind you as he led you out of the room and into the hallway. The door shut with a quiet click, sealing you both away from the noise and playful energy you had just been immersed in.

It was only then that you noticed his expression, his jaw was clenched, his eyes dark with frustration.

“What was that about?” you asked, frowning.

“Can you stop doing that?”

Your brows knitted together. “Stop what?”

“Treating me like a kid,” he snapped, voice sharper than you’d ever heard it. “It’s ridiculous.”

Your stomach twisted slightly, caught off guard by the sudden hostility.

“Ni-ki, it was just a joke…” you tried to explain, your voice softer now.

“Well, it’s not funny,” he cut in, frustration seeping into every syllable. “You always do this. You think you’re so amusing, but all you do is make everyone see me as immature.”

His words stung, but before you could even react, he delivered the final blow.

“Sometimes… being with you feels like an embarrassment.”

The world around you seemed to freeze.

A heavy silence settled between you both, suffocating, crushing. Your heart clenched painfully, the weight of his words sinking in far too quickly.

Ni-ki’s eyes widened slightly, as if he had just realized what he had said. The frustration drained from his face within seconds, replaced by something much worse, panic.

“No… wait.” His voice was suddenly smaller, unsteady. “I didn’t mean that.”

But the damage had already been done.

You took a step back, your throat tightening, your fingers trembling at your sides.

“I understand,” you murmured, barely above a whisper.

“No, you don’t understand,” Ni-ki said quickly, his desperation growing with every second that passed. He reached out for your hand, but you pulled away before he could touch you.

“I was just upset,” he continued, voice raw now. “I shouldn’t have said that.”

You swallowed hard, forcing down the lump forming in your throat. You hated how much his words had affected you, how much they hurt.

“I’m leaving.”

His entire body tensed.

“No, please…” his voice cracked, his composure slipping right in front of you. “Don’t leave like this.”

You turned toward the door, feeling the burn of his gaze on you, the unspoken plea in his eyes. When he reached out again, his fingers barely grazing your wrist this time, you gently pulled away. Even through the desperation radiating off of him, you could feel the guilt settling in, consuming him.

“I’m sorry…” he whispered, his voice nearly breaking under the weight of his regret. “Please stay.”

You hesitated for just a moment, but then you shook your head.

Without another word, you stepped out of the house, the cool air hitting your skin like a harsh reminder of reality. Ni-ki didn’t try to follow you. He stood frozen in the doorway, watching you leave, his expression shattered.

It wasn’t until the door finally shut behind you that the full realization hit him, he had pushed you away. And now, all he could do was drown in the silence you left behind, guilt sinking deep into his bones.

Too late.

Want a part two? 🩷

𓂃 ִֶָ 🎀 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨! 🍥 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦, @shyoko

[shyoko]

☆Mornings with Enhypen. ☆

This writing is my own; no copies, adaptations, or translations are allowed. (English is not my first language.)

hii! I know last time I did a poll about what chapter you wanted, and the most voted one was a Sunghoon oneshot. I’ve got most of it written, but I’m trying to write the smut part, and I just can’t, lol. I’m not good at writing that kind of thing; I’m more into soft stuff, as you’ve probably already seen. So I ask for a bit of patience while I try to figure out how to write it. Thanks for waiting and for your support! XD

Still, since I don't want to leave you without a chapter, here’s this one. I hope you like it! love u ❤❤❤

Heeseung☆!

Ah, he really wakes up late and hates when you pull away from him while he’s resting, as he finds it impossible to sleep without the warmth of your body against his.

When your alarm interrupted your deep sleep, you couldn’t do anything but turn it off and decide to get out of bed to make it to work on time.

But something stopped you from leaving the bed: Heeseung’s long, strong arms, trapping you against his body. A soft groan escaped his lips. "It’s too early, baby. Come back to sleep for me, okay?" he asked tenderly.

"Baby, you know I can’t, I have to get to work soon," you replied, trying to break free from his strong grip. With some effort, you managed to free yourself and sat up.

The bed shifted right behind you, where Heeseung had been sleeping soundly. He had now sat up comfortably, watching you change. "Baby, rest. You still have a few hours before you have to get up," you said sweetly, trying to get him to rest a little longer.

"You know I can't sleep without you," he said with a pout on his lips and his arms crossed.

"You're such a crybaby, Hee," you said with a playful smile.

jay☆!

He usually wakes up early and makes breakfast for both of you while you get up and get ready for work.  

 Your body turned in bed, instinctively seeking the warmth of your boyfriend. But it was in vain. There was no warm figure there to embrace you. A soft hum came from the kitchen, and peace returned to your body. For a moment, you feared he had already left for work, like so many mornings, leaving you alone to get ready. You hated that. You loved sharing mornings with him.

You got up and walked to the kitchen, where the silhouette of your boyfriend moved naturally as he cooked. On the stove, the sweet scent of pancakes filled the air. Without thinking twice, you approached him and wrapped your arms around his waist, resting your head on his bare back. His body gave a slight jolt but quickly relaxed. A soft laugh vibrated in his chest before he took one of your hands and lifted it to kiss the back of it gently.

"How did my baby sleep?" he asked sweetly, turning off the stove. "You should go get dressed while I finish breakfast," he added in his raspy voice, still heavy from just waking up. He loved pampering you in every way possible, but taking care of you in the mornings was, without a doubt, one of his favorites.

Jake☆!

As soon as you wake up, he notices the lack of warmth in the bed and decides to follow you around the house like a little puppy as you go through your morning routine.

 You wake up carefully, gently moving Jake’s limbs that are still tangled with yours. His embrace gives you an incomparable warmth, the kind that makes it so hard to leave behind each morning.

The moment he feels the absence of your body, his hand reaches out across the bed, searching for the warmth that was there just moments ago. His eyes, still heavy with sleep, slowly open until they find you. A smile lights up his face as he sees you are still nearby.

It doesn’t take more than a minute before he gets up and follows you around the house. Jake can’t stand being away from you, especially not at this hour. Every time you stop—whether to brush your teeth or have breakfast—his instincts lead him to find you. Without hesitation, he snuggles against your back, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his head on your shoulder. From time to time, he lets out soft sighs and leaves gentle kisses on your neck.

In the mornings, he’s not much for words. The only things you’ll hear from him are whispers of "I love you" and the occasional groan when you try to move away. Jake is so affectionate that, until you walk out the door, his arms will stay wrapped around you

Sunghoon☆!

Sunghoon and you always open your eyes at the same time in the morning. He loves sharing a morning routine with you so much that he will wake up hours before his work starts just to be with you.

 Your mornings are always romantic and sweet. As you open your eyes and turn to Sunghoon, you expect to find his still sleepy face, the one you’ve come to adore so much. When your gazes meet, a small laugh escapes both of you, filling the room with warmth.

You stretch your arms and legs, trying to shake off the sleep, but Sunghoon wastes no time. Before you can move too much, he’s already wrapped you in his arms, showering your face with soft kisses. His small laughs between each kiss make you smile, turning the morning into an even more special moment.

From the moment you both wake up, everything is done together. Preparing breakfast, eating, brushing your teeth, showering... any routine becomes lighter when you’re with each other. Between each task, Sunghoon finds ways to show his affection: little nudges with his hips, his fingers intertwined with yours, stolen kisses on any exposed part of your skin.

He may not be as affectionate outside the house, but in the intimacy of your home, all his shyness disappears. There, Sunghoon becomes the most loving and clingy version of himself, holding onto you as if he never wants to let you go.

Sunoo☆!

He manipulates you a lot with his tenderness and affection to get you to wake up early so he can enjoy your presence in the morning, something you're clearly incapable of denying. 

 Your peaceful sleep is interrupted by soft lips scattering little kisses across your face, accompanied by sweet whispers from a voice you'd recognize even from miles away.

You slowly open your eyes, finding your boyfriend hovering over you. As soon as he notices you're awake, his smile widens immediately.

"Good morning, angel," he greets you with his cheerful and energetic tone. You wonder how someone can look so cute and be so lively at six in the morning. But the answer is obvious: because it's Sunoo.

"Angel, I know it’s early, but… if you don’t have breakfast with me, I’ll have a terrible day," he pouts slightly, giving you small nudges to encourage you to get up. "Come on… do it for me, okay?" Hope shines in his voice.

And of course, you end up giving in. You have breakfast with him while he enthusiastically tells you about his day’s schedule, how much he’ll miss you, and, of course, how much he loves you. He won’t let you back in bed until you give him his goodbye kiss at the door.

Jungwon☆!

Many times, you love to pamper him by bringing him breakfast in bed, knowing how much he adores it. He works so hard—what else could you do? Plus, his big smile when he sees the breakfast is the best thing you’ve ever seen.

 You wake up earlier than usual, worried about Jungwon, who has recently been rushing off to work without having breakfast. You know that’s not good for him, and it concerns you that he might feel dizzy or weak throughout the day. So, you carefully prepare his favorite breakfast and place it on a small portable table.

You head towards the bedroom, planning to wake him gently. When you enter, you see him peacefully sleeping in bed. You approach, softly touching his shoulder to wake him up.

When his eyes open, the first thing he sees is you, holding the delicious breakfast and smiling, which makes his heart melt instantly. In that moment, he can’t help but think how lucky he is to have you by his side, to have someone who does all of this for him, no matter what.

He sits up slowly, places the breakfast aside, and with a gentle movement, takes your wrist, pulling you towards him. Surprised, you fall onto his chest, and in that moment, his hand caresses your hair tenderly. Then, he leans towards your ear and whispers softly, but with deep emotion: “What have I done to deserve you, my love?”

Ni-ki☆!

Waking up Ni-ki is one of the most complicated missions, he loves the morning battle that forms when you try to wake him up and he resists over and over again.

 You wake up as you do every morning, knowing that the large body resting beside you will not help you get up early or have a quiet morning.

As soon as you move, he knows what’s coming and, as usual, covers himself with the blanket all the way up to his head, blocking any attempts to wake him with light or old tricks.

"Oh no, don’t start like every morning, Riki. Get up before I pull you out of bed," you say, knowing that the war has just begun. His laughter starts to fill the room, enjoying the morning game that always gets him out of bed, and he’s having way more fun than he should.

"Alright, you asked for it," you exclaim determinedly. You push his blanket-covered body toward the floor, but nothing happens. The blanket shifts with the force of his laughter. You won’t give up that easily, so you go for plan B: you jump on him without warning, making him lose all the air and a surprised groan mixes with more laughter.

"Oh, come on," you say, pretending to be tired of the situation, although deep down you love these moments with him. You grab the ends of the blanket and pull it down to his shoulders, face to face with him while you’re still on top. Riki’s smile is so wide that a wave of butterflies flutters in your stomach. His hands caress the sides of your face, pulling you towards him for a sweet, long kiss—a kiss that you knew would stay with you all day long.

❤❤❤

[shyoko]

✧ You sleep with a plush toy and not with them✦༺

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✧Heeseung ----------

Heeseung had given you a deer plush before leaving on his trip, assuring you that even if he was far away, a part of him would always be with you. That night, upon returning, he found you in the bedroom, lying on the bed, hugging the plushie with care. A smile formed on his lips as he saw how adorable you looked, waiting for him so peacefully.

He slipped into bed, expecting to feel your arms wrapping around him as usual. However, this time, instead of receiving your warm embrace, he noticed that you were still clinging to the plush. He furrowed his brows slightly, feeling a pang of jealousy.

—Seriously? You're going to hug him instead of me? —he muttered with feigned indignation.

You didn't answer, which only made him more impatient. Determined to reclaim his place, he slid under the covers until he was right beside you. In one swift movement, he wedged himself between your arms, causing the deer plush to fall to the floor. Now, you were so close that the tip of his nose brushed against yours, and upon noticing his childishly offended expression, you couldn't help but smile.

—You're unbelievable… —you whispered, amused.

Before he could protest, you leaned in and placed a soft kiss on his lips. Heeseung sighed against your mouth, completely surrendering to you.

—Tell me, why would you want that stupid deer I bought just because it looked like me when you have the real thing right here? —he grumbled, a mix of reproach and tenderness in his voice.

But you didn't let him keep talking. Without another word, you kissed him again, silencing any further complaints he might have had. At that moment, you knew that no plush in the world could replace the feeling of having him in your arms.

✧Jay ----------

Jay hated that annoying rabbit plush. Not only did it look suspiciously cute, but it also blurted out cheesy phrases at random whenever someone squeezed its soft paws. More than once, he had asked—no, demanded—that you keep that "monster" out of his sight, especially after it scared the life out of him by speaking in the middle of the night.

Of course, being you, you ignored his pleas entirely. Not only did you keep it, but you also snuck it into your shared bed, hugging it as if it were the most precious treasure in the world. You lay on your side, back facing Jay, clutching your beloved plush against your chest while he tried to sleep.

After a few minutes in the same position, Jay wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you closer in an attempt to cuddle. But the moment his hands touched something that definitely wasn't you, he knew exactly what was coming between you two.

His greatest enemy.

He huffed in frustration and, without hesitation, smacked the plush away.

—Get that thing out of this bed right now —he said dramatically—. If you wanted to hear embarrassing sweet talk before bed, you could’ve just asked me to do it.

Before you could react, Jay had already kidnapped the rabbit and banished it to the living room, putting an end to its reign of terror. When he returned, he slipped under the covers and pulled you into his arms, holding you tightly as if afraid you'd replace him again.

—I love you to infinity and beyond —he suddenly whispered.

His unexpected confession caught you off guard, making you burst into laughter.

—Was that embarrassing enough to beat that monster? —he continued, a mischievous grin on his lips.

You shook your head, still laughing, but Jay wasn't done yet.

—Don’t worry, babe, I’ve been practicing even cringier lines. By the time I’m finished, you’ll be hopelessly in love with me… even more than you already are.

And knowing him, he definitely meant it.

✧Jake ----------

The puppy plush Jake had gifted you fit perfectly in your arms. Its softness and gentle warmth lulled you into a deep sleep within seconds, snuggled up in your shared bed.

When Jake walked out of the bathroom, dressed only in his pajama pants, his lips curled into a smile at the sight of you. You looked so peaceful, hugging that little plush so lovingly, that his heart melted on the spot… though at the same time, a tiny pang of jealousy crept into his chest.

Without thinking much about it, he slid under the covers and carefully tried to pry the plush from your grasp. But his mission failed instantly. You were holding onto it so tightly, as if you were afraid someone would take it away.

But Jake wasn’t one to give up so easily. He was supposed to be the one in your arms—not some stuffed puppy.

With a sudden idea, he gently turned your body and started peppering soft kisses all over your face, from your forehead to the tip of your nose, until, between murmurs and caresses, you finally stirred awake.

—Get rid of this tiny, stinky pup —he murmured, feigning indignation. Don’t you realize you have a bigger, cuter one to cuddle with?

His childish pout made you giggle, unable to resist his adorable jealousy. His eyes sparkled with a mix of playfulness and affection, making you sigh.

Smiling, you slowly set the plush aside and, in its place, wrapped your arms around Jake, hugging him tightly.

He wasted no time in responding, pulling you closer with his strong arms, his grin growing even wider. Before closing his eyes, he pressed a gentle kiss to your neck—a silent reminder of just how much he loved you.

✧ Sunghoon----------

The argument with Sunghoon still weighed heavily on your chest as you sought refuge in your bed, clutching tightly onto the stuffed animal he had given you. Despite the warmth of the blankets, you felt a coldness inside, one that nothing seemed to soothe. Silent tears rolled down your face, tracing the path of your sorrow.

When Sunghoon entered the room, his heart clenched at the sight of you. Guilt washed over him. He didn’t want things to end this way—he couldn’t stand seeing you cry, much less being the reason behind it.

He approached the bed slowly, hesitating when he noticed your eyes were closed. However, his need to make things right overpowered his doubts. Kneeling beside you, he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, the warmth of his lips making you open your eyes.

"I'm sorry, love…" he whispered, his voice trembling. "I've been a complete idiot. Will you forgive me?"

You could see the uncertainty in his gaze, his hands trembling slightly, as if he feared your rejection.

With a sigh, you gave him a small "yes," instantly easing his burden. He wasted no time slipping under the covers, wrapping his arms around you. But as soon as you felt his warmth, you gently pulled away, still feeling hurt. Instead, you clung tightly to the plush toy.

Sunghoon clicked his tongue in frustration.

"Don't be like that, please… I know I was an idiot, but don't punish me by acting so stubborn…" he mumbled with a pout. "And get rid of that damn plushie. Let me replace it. I promise I give way better hugs."

His words only made you frown. With a bit of force, you grabbed the stuffed animal and threw it straight at his head. The toy bounced off and landed in the far corner of the room, leaving him utterly bewildered.

Sunghoon blinked a few times before bursting into laughter, his uncontrollable giggles filling the room. Despite your efforts to stay serious, you couldn’t help the small smile that escaped your lips.

Seizing the opportunity, Sunghoon lunged at you, tangling you in his arms before you had a chance to escape. He began pressing tiny kisses all over your face, murmuring apologies between each one, until both of you were laughing together.

Little by little, his warmth, his scent, and the way he held you so tenderly melted away all the tension. Eventually, without even realizing it, exhaustion took over, and the two of you drifted off to sleep, wrapped in each other's embrace, as if the fight had never happened.

Meanwhile, the poor stuffed animal lay face down on the floor, forgotten and abandoned, as if it had been an unfortunate casualty in a battle it never wanted to be part of.

✧ Sunoo----------

Sunoo had always been competitive over the most meaningless things, but you never imagined his new “rival” would be a simple stuffed animal.

It all started when you bought that plush kitten at a store, not thinking much of it. It was soft, fluffy, and had such an adorable face that it was impossible to ignore. From the very first day, it became an essential part of your bed. You hugged it every night while you slept, completely unaware of the sharp glares Sunoo was giving it.

At first, he didn’t say anything. He just watched in silence, pursing his lips every time he saw you snuggled up with the plushie. He kept telling himself it wasn’t a big deal, that he didn’t care… but the truth was, he did. Since when could a stuffed toy take his place as your favorite cuddle buddy?

One night, as you both lay in bed, Sunoo finally couldn’t take it anymore.

“Hey, since when do you prefer hugging that plushie over me?” he asked, sounding slightly annoyed.

You lifted your head in confusion, not understanding why he suddenly looked so offended.

“What? It’s not that I prefer it, it’s just… I don’t know, it’s comfortable,” you shrugged.

Sunoo rolled his eyes.

“Oh, sure. Super comfortable. I bet it also keeps you warm in the winter and gives you goodnight kisses.”

You couldn’t hold back a laugh, but he remained serious, as if he were genuinely evaluating his competition.

Before you could react, Sunoo stretched out and, with a swift motion, snatched the plushie from your arms. He mercilessly tossed it off the bed and settled into its place, wrapping his arms around you.

“There. Problem solved,” he said smugly, pressing his forehead against yours.

“Sunoo!” you protested, though you made no real effort to move away.

He smiled proudly.

“I don’t know what you see in that stuffed cat, but I highly doubt it hugs you better than I do.”

“You’re so dramatic…”

“I’m just setting priorities,” he murmured, adjusting himself more comfortably against you.

You tried to complain a little more, but it was hard to argue when his arms were so warm and cozy. With a sigh, you gave in and simply nestled closer to him.

Meanwhile, the poor plushie lay forgotten on the floor, its innocent little face staring up at the ceiling, utterly defeated in the battle for your affection.

✧ Jungwon----------

After a long day, you had settled into bed, surrounded by the kitten plushies that you and Jungwon had collected over time. They were soft and comforting, so you simply hugged one without thinking too much about it as you waited for sleep to take over.

When Jungwon entered the room, he took in the scene: you, completely relaxed, clutching one of those plushies tightly in your arms. He raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms, feeling a slight pang of jealousy.

“Seriously? You’d rather cuddle those fake cats than me?” he asked with fake indignation.

Without taking your eyes off the ceiling, you simply responded, “Not today.”

Jungwon blinked, surprised by your answer. “What do you mean ‘not today’?” he repeated in disbelief.

Instead of replying, you turned your back to him, ignoring him completely. Offended, he decided that if you were going to ignore him for a plushie, then he would do the same. He grabbed one of the stuffed kittens from the bed and started hugging it dramatically.

“You’re so cute, so soft,” he murmured theatrically, making sure you could hear him. “You’re definitely the best cuddle partner.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at his childish reaction, and with a sigh, you sat up slightly. “Alright, enough. Come here,” you demanded, stretching your arms toward him.

But Jungwon wasn’t giving in so easily. “No, no, no. You chose the plushies, so now I’m choosing this one,” he said, squeezing the plush against his chest.

Without thinking much about it, you gathered all the plushies and tossed them off the bed in one swift motion. Then, before he had the chance to protest, you climbed onto his lap and wrapped your arms around his neck.

“There. Now it’s settled,” you said with a smile.

Jungwon chuckled, wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing a kiss to your forehead. “I knew it. You just can’t resist my cuddles.”

“Shut up and hug me,” you mumbled, closing your eyes as he continued showering you with kisses and gentle caresses.

In the end, you had to admit: as adorable as the plushies were, none of them compared to him.

✧ Ni-ki----------

“I already told you I don’t like it when you sleep with a plushie that another guy gave you, baby,” Ni-ki grumbled, frowning as he watched you cuddle the source of his bad mood: the plushie Jake had given you for your birthday.

He walked toward the bed, clearly intending to take it away, but you, anticipating his move, quickly got up and ran out of the room with the plushie in your arms.

“Are you seriously running over this?” he laughed, following you at a relaxed pace. “You know I always win in the end.”

Every time he tried to grab you, you skillfully dodged his arms, staying just out of reach as you laughed playfully. However, a slight misstep caused you to stumble, and that was all Ni-ki needed to catch you. With quick reflexes, he wrapped his arms around you and effortlessly snatched the plush away.

“Ni-ki, give it back!” you protested between giggles, trying to reach for it.

Ignoring your complaints, he walked over to a high shelf and placed the plushie there, far out of your reach. He turned back with a victorious smirk, and before you could complain again, he easily picked you up and carried you back to bed.

“That’s cheating!” you pouted, but he simply lay down beside you and wrapped his arms around you.

“It’s not cheating, it’s strategy,” he murmured, hiding his smile against your hair as he gently stroked your back.

Defeated, you settled into his embrace, feeling the warmth of his body and the way his breathing matched yours.

“Now we can finally sleep peacefully, baby,” he whispered, pressing soft kisses into your hair.

Just before sleep overtook you, you heard his voice close to your ear, soft and sincere: “I love you.”

[shyoko]

✧ ENHYPEN Jealous ✦༺

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✧ Heeseung ----------

Heeseung was running back and forth across the court, his shirt slightly damp with sweat as he played an intense one-on-one against his older brother. You sat nearby, watching with a smile, cheering them on.

But soon, you noticed something unusual, every time his brother scored a basket or pulled off an impressive move, he would wink at you.

At first, you brushed it off, thinking it was nothing. But then you caught the way Heeseung’s brows furrowed, his lips pressing together in a tight line. That’s when you realized, his brother was doing it on purpose, just to mess with him.

Heeseung lost focus for a split second, missing an easy shot. He turned to you immediately, his eyes narrowing. "What are you laughing at?" he asked, irritation laced in his voice.

"Nothing," you said, trying—failing—to hold back your laughter. But his brother, clearly enjoying the situation, wasn’t about to let it slide.

"Relax, we’re just having some fun, right?" his brother teased, shooting you another wink.

That was it. Heeseung let the ball drop and walked straight toward you, stopping right in front of where you sat. He leaned in slightly, his gaze locking onto yours, a mix of jealousy and challenge burning in his eyes.

"Seriously? You’re just going to sit there and let him do that?"

"It’s just a joke, Heeseung. Don’t be like that," you said, trying to calm him down while his brother laughed from the court.

"It’s not funny," he muttered before turning to his brother. "How about instead of trying to be funny, you actually try to beat me?"

But before stepping back onto the court, he turned to you one last time, leaning in even closer. His voice dropped to a soft murmur.

"And you, stop enjoying it so much," he said, brushing his lips against yours in a quick but unmistakably possessive kiss.

It was brief, but enough to make his brother burst into laughter.

A slight blush crept onto Heeseung’s cheeks as he walked back onto the court, now more determined than ever, to prove, both on and off the court, that he was the best.

✧ Jay ----------

It was a quiet night, and you had made simple plans, just a casual movie night with a friend. Nothing special, just a way to relax after a tough week.

But when you mentioned your plans to Jay, his reaction made you pause.

"You’re going to watch a movie with him?" he asked. His voice was calm, but his eyes told a different story, a flicker of jealousy he couldn’t quite hide.

"Yeah, it’s just a quick movie," you replied, trying to play it down. "Nothing more than that."

But Jay didn’t look convinced. He crossed his arms, his gaze holding something between distrust and… something else.

"Are you sure that’s all it is? I just don’t want you to get confused."

His words carried a hint of vulnerability, something he rarely let show.

"Jay, it’s just a movie. That’s all," you reassured him.

He stepped closer, not quite meeting your gaze. "I don’t know… It just bothers me that you’re so close to him. It makes me feel weird."

You softened, realizing this was his way—his slightly awkward way—of showing jealousy.

"Hey," you said gently, taking his hand in yours. "You have nothing to worry about. My place is with you."

He didn’t say anything for a moment, just watching you, his posture still tense. But after a few seconds, his shoulders relaxed slightly.

"Alright," he finally murmured. "I just don’t want you to forget about me."

You smiled, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "That would never happen."

Jay let out a quiet sigh, his grip on your hand tightening just a bit, as if to remind himself that everything was okay.

✧ Jake ----------

It was a peaceful afternoon, perfect for a walk around the neighborhood. As you passed by your neighbor’s house, you spotted him outside with his dog, a playful Labrador you had always adored.

You stopped to pet him, smiling as the dog wagged his tail happily. That’s when your neighbor approached, clearly using the dog as an excuse to strike up a conversation.

"You really like him, huh? He always manages to make you smile," your neighbor said, flashing a persistent grin.

As you chatted, you became aware of a presence behind you. Turning slightly, you saw Jake standing a few steps away, arms crossed, his expression unreadable, but his frown made one thing clear. He wasn’t happy.

Quickly, you wrapped up the conversation and made your way over to him. "Everything okay?" you asked, already suspecting the answer.

Jake didn’t respond right away, his gaze flickering back toward your neighbor before settling on you. When he finally spoke, his voice was tighter than usual.

"Yeah… I just don’t like how your ‘friend’ gets so close."

You held back a laugh, finally understanding what was going on. "Jake, it’s just a dog. He’s only using it as an excuse to talk to me, nothing more."

He met your eyes, his expression still skeptical. "I know, but it annoys me how… focused he is on you."

Smiling, you took his hand, squeezing it lightly. "You have my attention, only you," you assured him, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

Jake let out a breath, his tense shoulders finally relaxing. "I don’t want to compete with a dog," he muttered, though a small smile tugged at his lips.

"And you won’t," you teased, intertwining your fingers with his as the two of you walked away together.

✧ Sunghoon ----------

Sunghoon stood at the edge of the ice rink, adjusting his gloves with quick, precise movements, his eyes never leaving the guy who was helping you keep your balance. His gaze darkened the moment you lost your footing and that stranger caught you by the waist. Something ignited in Sunghoon’s chest.

Without a word, he stepped onto the ice, moving with the effortless grace only he possessed. His skates cut smoothly through the rink as he made his way toward you. When he reached you, he gently took your hand, pulling you away from the guy with a polite yet unmistakably tense smile.

"Thanks for helping her, but I think I can take over now," he said, his tone courteous, though there was an unspoken finality in his words, it wasn’t a suggestion.

Guiding you toward the center of the rink, his hands found your waist, steady and sure as he helped you glide. Every time you stumbled, he was there, catching you before you could fall. But even as he focused on you, his eyes flickered back to the guy every now and then, making sure he wasn’t planning on coming any closer.

"You don’t need anyone else to learn. I’m here, okay?" he murmured softly, leaning in just enough for you to catch the seriousness in his eyes.

You tried to ease his jealousy with a smile, but he still seemed slightly on edge, as if he was in an invisible competition. Slowly, as you continued skating together, his frown softened, but not before he threw one last pointed glance at the guy, silently making it clear that you were with him, and no one else would be taking his place.

✧ Sunoo ----------

Sunoo sat beside you, casually watching as you chatted with a group of friends. Everything was going fine, until you offhandedly turned to one of them and said, "Aw, you’re so cute!"

Sunoo’s smile vanished instantly. His expression shifted from relaxed to slightly taken aback, his eyes scanning your face for an explanation. He didn’t say anything at first, just leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms, a tiny frown forming on his lips.

The conversation carried on, but the moment he found a chance, Sunoo leaned in and whispered, "Cute? Really?"

You blinked, confused. "What’s wrong? I just said he was cute," you replied with a small smile, not understanding his sudden change in mood.

Sunoo raised an eyebrow, lowering his voice but making sure you heard every word. "I’m not usually jealous, but… why are you calling someone else cute? I thought I was the only one with that title."

His pout made it impossible to take him too seriously, and you bit back a laugh. "Sunoo, it’s not that deep. It’s just a word."

"Well, I don’t like it," he huffed, tilting his head dramatically. "I’m the cutest one, right? Say it now."

Amused, you cupped his cheek gently. "You’re right. No one is cuter than you, Sunoo."

That seemed to satisfy him, and his lips curled into a proud smile. Still, before fully relaxing, he shot a quick glance at the guy, as if silently making sure he also understood that no one could compete with him.

✧ Jungwon ----------

Jungwon stood beside you, fidgeting with the rings on his fingers as he watched your friend pull a small box from his pocket. With a relaxed smile, your friend opened it to reveal a delicate bracelet.

"Look," he said excitedly, showing it to you. "It matches mine, I thought you’d like it."

Jungwon’s smile froze. His gaze locked onto the bracelet as you thanked your friend, clearly delighted by the thoughtful gift. He didn’t say anything at first, but the slight downturn of his lips gave him away.

"What a nice gesture," he finally said, his tone polite but laced with an edge of something else. Taking a step closer, he reached for your hand, inspecting the bracelet more closely. "Is it silver? Hm… it’s nice. A little simple, though."

Your friend laughed, oblivious to the shift in mood, before stepping away to check his phone. The moment he was out of earshot, Jungwon leaned in.

"Matching with him?" he asked, keeping his voice casual, though the hint of jealousy in his eyes said otherwise. "Since when do you do things like that with your friends?"

"It’s just a bracelet, Jungwon," you reassured him, squeezing his hand. "He’s been my friend forever, it doesn’t mean anything."

"Well, it should," he murmured, his lips forming a small pout as he held your hand against his chest. "The only matching set you should have is with me. How about we make our own bracelets? That way, there’s no doubt that I’m your favorite."

Though he tried to keep a straight face, a small smile tugged at his lips. More than anything, he just wanted to make sure everyone, especially you, knew exactly where he stood in your life.

✧ Ni-ki ----------

You and Ni-ki were lounging on the couch, both occupied with your phones, enjoying a quiet moment together. Everything was peaceful, until a notification popped up on your screen.

Curious, you opened it, only to find an unexpected message: "Hey, beautiful. What are you doing tonight?"

Your relaxed expression shifted instantly, turning into one of mild annoyance. Without realizing it, you let out a small sigh, just enough for Ni-ki to notice.

"What’s wrong?" he asked, glancing at you. Then, before you could even think of hiding your screen, he leaned in closer.

"Ni-ki, it’s nothing," you started, instinctively tilting your phone away. But he was quicker.

"‘Hey, beautiful’? Seriously?" he read aloud, his eyes narrowing slightly. His lips curled into a sharp smile, like the message had just given him an excuse to stir things up. "Who does he think he is?"

"Just some guy," you said, trying to brush it off. "But it doesn’t matter."

"It doesn’t matter who he is," Ni-ki shot back, his tone laced with playful jealousy. Without hesitation, he started typing.

"Ni-ki" you began, but it was too late.

"Hey," he typed. "I’m her boyfriend, Ni-ki. Maybe you should find someone else to waste your time on because she’s already more than taken."

After hitting send, he handed your phone back to you, looking completely satisfied. Crossing his arms, he leaned back against the couch with an air of triumph.

"You didn’t have to reply," you said, though a part of you secretly appreciated his protectiveness.

"Of course I did," he replied confidently, flashing you a smirk. "I’m not letting some random guy think he has a chance. Flirting with you is my job."

[shyoko]

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