#but i hope u like the jake fluff that i wrote to make up for brighter days inc :D

[karinasbaby]

okay guys quick update the jaeyun fluff fic idea that i had is finished :D

[enhahooninurwindow]

ENHYPEN WHEN THEIR S/O IS INSECURE

Pairing: enhypenOT7 x reader 🍓MASTERLIST

Genre: fluff

Wc: 250+ per member

a/n: I’ve written a few sentences in third person grammar bc I was saying all this in my head and maybe I typed it in like that sorryyy. Also I wrote this based on some of my insecurities so I hope it helps other insecure people too <3

Tuesday, 19 March. 2024

Heeseung - acne

 "Hey beautiful, what's on your mind? You seem a bit off." Heeseung asked you noticing ur face getting dull. "I can't help feeling insecure about my acne. It's been bothering me a lot lately." you reply, not aware of Heeseung heart getting heavy hearing this. "Baby, please, your acne doesn't change how amazing you are to me. You're more than your skin, you're everything I love and cherish." he gently brushes ur hair back and continues, "Your kindness, intelligence, and laughter light up my world. Don't let a few blemishes dim your shine." Smiling softly, you say "Thank you for always being so understanding and supportive. I'm grateful to have you by my side." “You don't have to thank me, love. It's my privilege to be here for you, no matter what. Together, we'll overcome any insecurities and grow stronger. You mean everything to me, and I want you to see yourself through my eyes. You're not defined by any imperfections; you're defined by your resilience, your compassion, and the love you bring into my life every day. I cherish every moment with you, and I wouldn't change a single thing about you." He wraps his arms around u, pulling u into a warm embrace, and whispers, "I promise to always remind you of your worth and beauty, even on the toughest days. You're the love of my life." Feeling comforted you reply "I love you so much hee. Thank you for loving me unconditionally and seeing the best in me, even when I struggle to see it myself." "Forever and always, my love. We'll navigate through any challenges together, and I'll never stop reminding you of just how extraordinary you are." he replied.

Jay - stretch marks

 "Y/nah are u alr?? You seem unwell." jay asked you taking a seat on the edge of the bed while u faced ur mirror. "I've been feeling really insecure about my stretch marks. I can't help but think they make me less attractive."  "Oh baby, your stretch marks don't change a thing about how beautiful you are to me. They're a part of you, a testament to your strength and journey. I admire and love every part of you, including your so-called imperfections." He gently takes ur hands and continues, "Your kindness, your laughter, and the way you light up a room are what truly make you stunning. Don't let anyone or anything make you doubt that." Tearing up you say “Thank you for saying that. I needed to hear it from you." "I mean every word, my love. I'll always be here to remind you of your worth and to shower you with the love and admiration you deserve. You're perfect in my eyes, stretch marks and all." He softly kisses ur forehead and whispers, "You're not just beautiful; you're extraordinary. These marks are like a map of our journey together, each one a reminder of the moments we've shared and the love that has grown between us. I cherish every part of you, including these marks that tell your unique story." As u hold each other, he plants gentle kisses on ur cheeks and continues, "Let me show you how much I adore you, not despite your marks but because of them. They're a part of what makes you the incredible person I fell in love with. You're my everything, and I'll always treasure and celebrate every inch of you."

Jake - nose shape

As you both cuddled on the couch, Jake noticed a hint of sadness in ur eyes. "Is everything okay, love?" he asked gently. You hesitate before admitting, "I've always felt insecure about my nose. I wish it were smaller and cuter like others." The jake's heart sank, hearing ur words. He pulled u closer, wrapping his arms around u. "Your nose is perfect," he whispered, planting a soft kiss on the tip of ur nose. "It's unique, just like you. I love everything about it because it's a part of you." Feeling ur tense muscles relax under his touch, he continued, "You're the most beautiful person I know, inside and out. Your smile, your eyes, and yes, even your nose, they all add to your beauty. I wouldn't change a thing about you." His loving embrace and words of affirmation melted ur insecurities away. U nestled into his chest, feeling safe and loved. In that moment, u realized that his acceptance and affection were what truly mattered, and his love was the most beautiful thing in the world. He looked into ur eyes with utmost sincerity and said, "You are my everything. Your beauty radiates from within, and every little detail about you is what makes me fall in love with you more each day. Your nose is not just cute; it's uniquely yours, and that's what I adore about it. I promise to always remind you of how special you are and to cherish every part of you, no matter what insecurities may arise." He sealed his words with a tender kiss on ur forehead, reaffirming his unwavering love and devotion to u.

Sunghoon  - bloated stomach

At first, when u told him about u being insecure of ur bloated stomach, sunghoon felt a mix of confusion and concern. He wasn't sure how to react at first, as he hadn't anticipated this vulnerability from u. However, as he saw the distress in u eyes, he realized that what u needed most was his understanding and support. Taking ur hands gently in his, he looked into ur eyes with a reassuring smile. "You're beautiful just the way you are," he began, his voice filled with sincerity. "Your body is incredible, and it's natural for it to go through changes. Your bloated stomach doesn't change how I feel about you. I love every part of you, including your imperfections." He pulled u into a comforting embrace. "You're so much more than your appearance," he continued, pressing a kiss to ur forehead. "Your clinginess, unseriousness, and your loving nature are what truly makes u special." Feeling the warmth of his embrace and hearing his words of affirmation, u felt a wave of relief wash over. U leaned into him, grateful for his unwavering support and love. In that moment, u realized that his acceptance and understanding were the most precious gifts u could ever receive. As the evening came, he made sure to shower u with small acts of love and kindness, like preparing ur favorite snacks and playing ur favorite music. He encouraged u to relax and enjoy the moment, letting go of any worries or self-doubt. With each loving gesture and heartfelt word, he reinforced his commitment to uplifting ur spirits and making u feel cherished.

Sunoo - smile

Sunoo's eyes widened with surprise and concern as he listened to u express ur insecurity about ur smile. "Wait, what? Your smile is one of the most beautiful things about you!" he exclaimed, his voice reflecting genuine dismay. You looked down, feeling a mix of embarrassment and vulnerability. "I know, but sometimes I feel like it's not as perfect as yours or others," u admitted softly. His expression softened as he reached out to gently lift ur chin, making u look into his eyes. "Hey, listen to me," he said earnestly. "Your smile is unique and genuine, and that's what makes it so special. It's not about perfection; it's about the happiness and warmth it brings to everyone around you, especially to me." He pulled u into a comforting hug, planting a kiss on ur forehead. "I hate seeing you doubt yourself like this. You're amazing in every way, and I wouldn't change a thing about you, especially not your beautiful smile." You felt tears of gratitude welling up in ur eyes as u hugged him back tightly. "Thank you for understanding and for always being there for me," u whispered. He smiled warmly, brushing away ur tears. "Always, my love. I'll remind you every day of how incredible you are and how much I adore your smile, no matter what." After a deep conversation, he suggested a cozy evening of self-care to lift ur spirits. You both snuggled up on the couch with fluffy blankets and soothing music playing in the background. He lovingly applied a gentle face mask on ur face, making u giggle at his playful antics.

Jungwon - body shape

As Jungwon noticed subtle signs of distress, he approached u with gentle concern. "Is everything okay, love?" he inquired, his voice soft and caring. You paused before finally sharing ur feelings. "I've been feeling insecure about my body shape lately," u confessed, ur tone tinged with vulnerability. He listened attentively, offering a reassuring smile and a comforting hand on ur shoulder. "You are absolutely perfect just the way you are," he reassured u, his words sincere and heartfelt. "Your beauty goes far beyond any external appearance. Your kindness, intelligence, and resilience make you truly extraordinary." He then suggested you spend some quiet time together, away from any distractions. You both went for a peaceful walk in nature, enjoying the serenity and beauty around you. Along the way, he continued to uplift u with words of encouragement and admiration. With each step, u felt a sense of comfort. You realized that ur Jungwon's love wasn't based on superficial standards but on a deep appreciation for who u were as a person. In his quiet and steady presence, u found the strength to embrace ur body with newfound confidence, knowing that u were cherished and valued just as u were. As u walked hand in hand, he pointed out the beauty of nature around u. He gently reminded u that just like the diverse flowers and trees you saw, each with its unique shape and form, ur body was a reflection of ur own unique beauty. "You are like a masterpiece created by nature," he said with a soft smile. "Every curve and line tells a story of strength, resilience, and beauty."

Niki - not feeling worthy of his love

Niki noticed a hint of sadness in ur eyes one evening as you both strolled through the park. Sensing ur unease, Niki wrapped his arm around ur shoulders and asked, "What's on your mind, my love?" You waver, fiddling with ur fingers before finally blurting out, "Sometimes I feel like I'm not enough for you." Niki's playful grin softened into a gentle smile as he pulled u closer. "Oh, sweetheart, you are more than enough for me. You're the melody to my laughter, the color in my world, and the love that fills my heart." You looked up at him, ur eyes searching for reassurance. "But what if I can't always make you happy or meet your expectations?" Niki chuckled softly, brushing a hair from ur face. "My love, happiness isn't about meeting expectations; it's about being together, sharing moments, and embracing each other's quirks. You make me happy just by being you." Tears of relief glistened in ur eyes as u leaned into Niki's comforting embrace. "I love you," u whispered. "I love you more," Niki replied, planting a tender kiss on ur forehead. Niki continued to shower u with affection and playful gestures, reminding u daily of ur worth and importance in his life. Your bond grew stronger as u navigated challenges together, embracing each other's strengths and vulnerabilities. You no longer doubted ur place in Niki's heart, finding solace in your love. In that moment, you knew that Niki's playful nature came with a deep understanding and unconditional love, making u feel cherished and truly enough.

[sunshinevanfleet]

it's never over - j. kiszka

pairing: jake x reader

a/n: hi there! here's a nice little friends/fwb/ex-lovers to lovers kinda fic for our jakey <3 i got super into this one and just wrote this absolutely self-indulgent shit and i loved every second of it. this one is pretty long so buckle in and i hope u love it. also this shit is completely unedited so if there's mistakes i'm sorry pls forgive me. ok love ya :)

genre: smut (18+ ONLY, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT), some fluff

word count: 5.8k

summary: the reader and jake have a complicated past, full of firsts, failed relationships, and hidden feelings. they reunite, and old sparks are rekindled.

warnings: alcohol consumption, swearing, unprotected sex, explicit sex scenes, etc.

Flames shimmering in the night. A silhouette, head thrown back, eyes squeezed shut. Such a familiar sight. His fingers worked the frets with vigor and dedication, coaxing out the notes that made thousands of people cheer their approval. His body rocked along, movements sending his hair down over his eyes, obscuring that concentrated face. His skin glowed with the effort of his ministrations, playing as if his life depended on it. You always loved that about him, his devotion to perfecting and mastering his passion. 

In a daze, you didn’t dare tear your eyes away. Your humble seat offered him no view of you, but he knew you were there. He invited you, after all. Back in the city, you watched him perform online, saw all of the videos of him absolutely shredding his solos, dominating the stage and seducing the audience with his talent. Was it vain to say you thought he might be trying a little harder, now that he knew you were watching? 

Either way, he was made for the stage. The limelight empowered him, the cheering, the attention, the love permeating the space around him made this life so easy for him. He shone brighter than all of the lights, calling forth the dedication and affections of their fans. He melted into the music, became one with it, let it pour from his fingers in something like a prayer. You agreed that there was something religious about it– almost like an ascension as you let yourself feel the notes like lightning through your veins. You closed your eyes and felt it. You had to let yourself feel it.

By the time the show was over, you were breathless, sweating. There were few times you enabled yourself to let loose, to live in the moment. Somehow, you thought Jake knew you needed this. A night to just be. He could be funny, that way. 

Embarrassed, you slipped the little backstage pass you had been carrying around out of your backpocket. You were too nervous to go back before the show, not wanting to look foolish in your reunion with Jake. Forcing yourself to suck it up, you made your way backstage, security not giving you a second look as you draped the lanyard around your neck. There were dozens of little rooms as you navigated the area, dodging roadies and security as you searched for a familiar face. The chaos unnerved you; for a split second, you debated just turning around and going back home. Jake would never know you’d come at all.

Fat chance he would let you get off that easily. He emerged from a dressing room just as you were planning to make a break for it. You quickly forced a calm facade over your features. Be cool, Y/N.

“Hey there, rockstar,” you said, still vaguely breathless. 

He perked up at the sound of your voice, eyes bright as he turned towards you. “There you are.” A grin played on his lips as he waltzed over, immediately pulling you into his arms.

You relaxed into his touch immediately; he was a sweaty mess, skin sticky as he squeezed you, but you didn’t care. The very touch of his skin against yours had you reeling already. He pressed his lips against your hair in a quick kiss, then pulled away to look at you.

“It’s been too long,” he said, taking in your appearance. “Your hair’s longer. I like it.”

“And yours is shorter,” you reached up, flicking at the ends of his hair. You liked it, but didn’t want to admit it. Didn’t he have a big enough ego already?

“Yeah, kept getting in the way,” he said. “How’d you like the show?”

“It was good,” you nodded. “Really good–amazing, actually. You’re better every time I see you.” 

His grin widened. He draped an arm over your shoulder, and squeezed you again. “I really missed you, angel.”

“‘Bout time you finally remembered me,” you said, with a hint of brattiness. When you received the invitation from him, you had been hesitant to come at all. He hadn’t offered anything more than a simple, ‘happy birthday’ to you in more than a year, even though he claimed you were one of his closest friends. Of course, the rockstar lifestyle was demanding, and busy… But it was hard not to feel slighted by the lack of his attention. “What made you invite me anyway?”

“Well, I missed you, clearly,” he said, “But I also saw your pictures… Rolling Stone, Y/N… You’re big time now, huh?”

You smiled softly, shaking your head. The apples of your cheeks flushed, and your ears burned. “It was uh–no big deal, really. I got those pictures when I was out in L.A. last summer. Who would’ve imagined little ol’ me accidentally stumbling into the rock ‘n roll scene?”

“I think you fit in,” Jake said, his voice tinged with amusement. “Did you bring your camera?”

He motioned for you to follow him to his dressing room. Your steps faltered behind him. Had he invited you here just to take his photo? Surely not. Either way, your camera was tucked safely in your bag back in your hotel room. This was the one experience you weren’t going to share with anyone. The only memories of it would be yours and yours alone.

“Left it back at the hotel,” you said, sounding a little disheartened.

“No biggie. Just thought it might be fun to get a couple shots together.” He was still cheerful, and that made you hope your assumption was wrong. You entered the dressing room, and couldn’t help but smile at the little remembrances of him lying around. A spare guitar pick (or ten), a discarded cigar box, and his favorite sunglasses. A gentle smile played on your lips; he hadn’t changed a bit. Still your Jake.

“Let me change,” Jake began, shrugging off his jacket and hanging it haphazardly on a rack. Without hesitation, he continued undressing. His pants landed in a heap on the carpeted floor, and you were graced with the fantastic view of him in his undergarments. You flushed again, forcing your attention away from the ripple and flexing of his back muscles as he got dressed. He half-buttoned his black shirt, and pulled on a nice pair of pleated pants. 

“Who are you getting all dressed up for?” you teased, now relaxed as you kicked back on the plush couch. Your eyes followed his every movement. He was always good at putting you in a trance, his very presence enough to distract you from everything else on your mind. 

He turned back to you, grinning. You noticed the dark smudge of eyeliner around his eyes, and it made your heart flutter. He was so pretty, it wasn’t fair. You trailed your eyes away from his and down to that sweet smile, and almost melted into the sofa.

“I’m taking you out to dinner,” he said, as if it were obvious. He fiddled with one of the little gold hoops in his ear, adjusting it before swiping his hands down over his shirt in order to straighten out the wrinkles. 

You raised your eyebrows. “Bit late for dinner.”

“Who cares? I’m starving, and I want to take you to dinner.”

“Jake, I’m not dressed for dinner,” you said, gesturing down at your simple blouse and jeans.

His eyes followed your direction, pausing a moment over your half-exposed chest before he continued down. He mulled it over for a second, then shrugged. “I think you’re perfectly dressed for dinner. Wouldn’t want to have anyone else on my arm.”

You rolled your eyes, scoffing at his insistence. “Fine.”

Dinner was an intimate affair. Somehow, he swept you off to the tiniest cafe on the very outskirts of town. Midnight greeted you with a cool breeze as the waiter led the both of you to a private table in the back garden of the cafe. The area was gated, tall, wrought-iron fences protected you from the outside world, shielding you with their vines and flowers growing freely.

In the moonlight, he was more beautiful than ever. The light kissed the planes of his face in all the right places, accentuating those eyes and making his smile glitter in the dim air. You wanted to reach out to him, touch his face and kiss those pillowy soft lips. Just like old times. You pushed the thought away as he ordered a bottle of champagne for the two of you, something expensive. It was dawning on you just how much of a real celebrity he was– he almost felt as out of touch as the people you photographed for work. You were just another onlooker into his glamorous, extravagant lifestyle. The thought stung. 

“You must know every hidden spot in this city,” you said thoughtfully, eyes ghosting over a string of twinkling lights on the balcony overhead. There was more seating there, but the two of you were the only patrons at this hour. They had only let the two of you in because the bartender was on a first-name-basis with Jake.

“Sure,” he said, “but this one’s my favorite. The food’s fantastic.”

You laughed at his enthusiasm. Then, said teasingly, “You must bring all the girls here.”

He wrinkled his nose for a second, “No,” he said, musing. “No, only my favorite.” He winked at you then, taking a quick swig of his champagne and placing the flute back on the table.

You were quiet for a second, not knowing what to say, so he continued. “How’s life in The Big Apple? How’s the fiancé?” 

You frowned. “New York’s good… You know me, I love being busy…”

“And Henry?”

The very sound of the name sent a wave of nausea over you. You really hoped he wouldn’t ask, yet here you were.

“We–we, uh, broke up. About eight months ago. He called the whole thing off,” you said, your voice a bit strangled as you tried to talk around the lump in your throat. You weren’t upset over the relationship; the engagement had been strained at best, but you were embarrassed to have to admit it to Jake. He had warned you dozens of times that you were making the wrong decision, and you had done it anyway to spite him.

He looked taken aback, albeit only slightly. Then, a bit smug as he realized his suspicions were correct. “What happened?”

You took a long drink, and shrugged. “He couldn’t handle my work schedule, being gone all of those hours. He didn’t want me traveling, didn’t trust me on my own…”

“He didn’t trust you on your own?” Jake’s curious eyes bored into you, and you knew you couldn’t lie to him.

“He thought– he thought I was with you, a lot of the time,” you admitted. “He thought you know–”

“That we were still–” Jake continued, but you cut him off.

“Yeah, yeah… That’s why we broke it off. No hard feelings or anything, even if he was wrong.” You laughed half-heartedly.

Jake nodded, then thanked the waiter as he brought your food and disappeared back inside. You weren’t particularly hungry anymore. “Maybe it’s a good thing,” he said.

“How’s that?”

“Well, I can see you now, without having to worry about him showing up to bite my head off.” His laugh rang through the night air, joyful and melodious. You couldn’t help the smile that broke through your features.

“He wouldn’t do that, Jake,” you said. “You can see me whenever you want. Whenever you get time.”

“I couldn’t before, not like this,” he replied, his voice quieter. “Not how I wanted to see you.”

You blinked at him, pushing your food around on your plate with your fork. Still distracted by his very existence. He was too much. “What do you mean by that?”

His gaze was very tender as he reached across the table, his freehand brushing yours. Goosebumps snaked up your arm and traveled all over your body. Your face burned. 

“You know what I mean, Y/N…”

Talking about your feelings had never been your strong suit, and Jake knew that. If he brought you here for some kind of heartfelt confession… Well, you weren’t at all sure that you could handle the pressure. The two of you were stuck in some kind of relational limbo, on and off friends and lovers for the past ten years. Hell, he’d been your first kiss, your first time, your first love, and still somehow things had never seemed to fall into place. But now… 

“Why now?” you asked him, voice wavering. It would be a lie to say that you didn’t still harbor love for him, that you weren’t still trying to move on from him. He was still, after all of these years, everything you wanted and everything you couldn’t let yourself have. Why?

He sighed, leaning back in his chair as he ran both of his hands over his face and through his hair. He leaned back, propping them behind his head as he looked at you carefully. His gaze was gentle, as if he were afraid he were going to hurt you again. From the tugged together eyebrows, you could tell he was thinking hard. Thinking of how he was going to explain everything going through his mind, articulating it so that you could understand him completely. You loved him for it.

“I–I just… I just know it’s meant to be us, angel,” he said, the hint of longing in his voice sending a jolt through you. “After all of these years, all of these failed relationships, seeing hundreds of cities… You’re all I ever think about.”

Pressing your lips together, you tried not to let him see the glassiness in your eyes. You swore you weren’t going to cry today, yet here you were. Your eyes burned as you turned away, looking at the lights again. Avoiding those eyes that could see right through you. His hand squeezed yours, bringing it up to his lips. They brushed over your skin, barely touching you but still warming you to the core. A tear slipped from your eye, trickling down and darkening the smallest spot of the tablecloth. 

“Jake…”

“You don’t have to say anything. I didn’t come here to force anything on you. I just thought you should know…”

“Why didn’t you come for me sooner?” You were hurt now, knowing that he felt the same all of this time. That the two of you were probably in two different cities, both staring out of hotel windows thinking about the other. One of you watching the sunrise, the other watching it set. Perfect mirrors of each other.

Another sigh from him. You made eye contact again, finally, and saw his pained, pining expression reflecting your own. The fear in his face that you wouldn’t accept him, that you would get up and leave him missing you all over again. 

“I wish I knew,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “Lying about it is the stupidest thing I’ve ever done.”

There was something else beneath the pain in his expression. Shame. Your heart was breaking as you sat there, crying behind this cafe in the middle of the night. There was an element of the ridiculous to it, just enough to cause a giggle to spill from your lips. He was right; he was so, so stupid. 

“How many years have we wasted just because we’re afraid of commitment?” you blurted.

Through the tears in his own eyes, Jake laughed. Your pulse thundered in your ears, and you were suddenly wishing that the whole world would disappear around you. You wanted to be alone with your Jake. Yours and yours alone, finally.

“Won’t you take me home?” you asked after a minute. He agreed without hesitation, dropping a wad of cash on the table and offering his hand. You took it, sweeping out of the restaurant behind you.

As you left, Jake called, “Thank you for the champagne, Louis!” Then, you were ducking into a sleek black car with his driver. You directed him to the address of your hotel, and the two of you were off. The ride was quiet, Jake humming along to the song playing on the radio. Your hands were clasped together in his lap, his thumb tracing patterns into the skin. You relished every brush of his skin against yours: your knees touching, your shoulders bumping, the periodic kisses on the top of your head. By the time you were at the hotel, you were practically buzzing. 

Jake took the key from you as you arrived at the room. Your hands were shaking too badly to unlock the door. He ushered you inside with a hand on your lower back, both of you dissipating into the darkness as he shut the door behind you. 

“Reminds me of old times,” Jake said, whispering. The two of you thumped around the dark room; you heard him kick his shoes off, the billowy sound of his shirt landing on the chair in the corner. You were peeling out of your jeans, letting your hair down from its clip, throwing your blouse in the direction of the same chair. 

“What, sneaking around in the dark?” you replied, smirking. There was a flash of him, long ago, that same mousy smile you loved so much playing on his lips as he tapped on your bedroom window. It was hard to believe you weren’t those same kids anymore, fooling around right underneath your parents’ noses.

“Mhmm,” he hummed. He took a couple of steps, and found you in the dark. His hands were on you immediately, calloused palms snaking around your waist from behind. His body sculpted against yours, the two of you melting together as his lips found your neck. You shivered, his breath tickling your skin as he slowly trailed feather-light kisses up until he reached your jaw, your cheek, the corner of your mouth. Your mouths met in a slow, meticulous kiss. You relished in the feeling, enjoying the contrast to your last time together. It had been a long time since you’d taken things slow, actually appreciated the moment. 

A contented breath left your chest as he pulled away. Both of his hands snaked up, slowly pulling down the straps to your bra before finding the clasp to remove it completely. The lack of contact startled you for a second, then his touch was back. His hands cupped your breasts, slowly kneading the flesh as he pressed his lips to your shoulder.

“I missed you,” a kiss, “so fucking much, angel.” Another kiss. You leaned your head back, resting it on his shoulder. Normally, you would be begging for him to touch you, to fuck you senseless at this point. Something about the two of you taking your time tonight felt sacred. It would be blasphemous to rush perfection. 

“You have no idea,” you muttered, voice weak as you drowned in his tender embrace. You would be happy to spend eternity like this, his arms holding you steady and his lips on your skin. No force in the universe would be able to drag you away. 

You quivered as he grazed his nose against you, breathing in the scent of your skin. One of his hands traveled upward, grasping your chin and gently tilting your head to the side. He brushed his lips over the sensitive skin of your throat, sucking and biting the skin softly. A hushed moan escaped your lips, parting the dreamy quiet of the hotel room.

“Jake…” your voice was hardly more than a whisper, but you felt him tense at the sound.

“Oh, angel, I love it when you say my name like that…” The softness of his voice sent your heart aflutter, his words lighting a fire inside of you.

“Please,” you breathed, “I just wanna be close to you.”

“C’mon,” his fingers interlaced with yours, pulling you towards the bed. “Be close to me, angel…” 

You settled on top of the duvet, heart aflutter as the pillows cradled your head. He rested between your legs, hands finding the curve of your calves in the darkness. He traced over the skin lightly, his touch whispering over the goosebumps blooming over your body. A weak sigh left your lips. You were struggling not to squirm under his attention, your nerves starting to settle in. The dark was a blessing and a curse; you craved the sight of him hovering over you, but were glad he couldn’t see the blush heating your features. 

“You okay?” He leaned in, hands sliding up to your inner thighs as he kissed you gently, his lips barely touching yours.

“Yes,” you whispered, hands coming up to cradle his face. “A little nervous, I think.”

He chuckled lightly as he pulled away, and you couldn’t help your smile. You could picture the look on his face, that little proud smirk due to his effect on you. A small gasp left your lips as you felt him shift over you, one of his hands deserting its place on your inner thigh in order to move to your center. Your mouth fell open, head falling back on the pillows as he swirled his thumb over your clothed clit. You bit back a moan, chewing on your lip.

“Uh-uh,” he chastised, softening the pressure between your legs. “I want to hear you… Every sweet little sound that comes out of these lips.” His free hand found your chin, thumb tracing over your parted lips. 

“O–okay,” you agreed breathily. Anything to keep him touching you. 

His hand fell away, moving back down to keep your legs parted for him. The pads of his fingers pressed into the flesh of your inner thigh, the feeling of him holding you there almost as blissful as the sparks of pleasure spreading through your center. Lewd little noises accompanied the sound of your pleased moans as he touched you; the fabric of your underwear was soaked through, plastered against you with your juices and dragging so deliciously against you with every movement of his finger. Your eyes screwed shut, your back arched as he pushed you slowly towards your release. You were practically purring beneath him, writhing and shivering at the lightest of his touches. 

“Can I take these off?” His fingers brushed past the waistband of your panties, burning against your bare skin.

“Please,” you said. 

He obliged, hooking the fabric with ease and dragging it down your legs. His knuckles grazed your skin, making you shiver. When they were discarded, you felt him shift, and you reached for him.

“Hold on,” he said, voice soft. 

There was the sound of rustling as he adjusted his weight, and then the sound of the lamp clicking on to your left. Warm light bathed the room, finally illuminating the incredible sight of him above you. His eyeliner was smudged beneath his eyes, his pillowy lips swollen, his hair disheveled. A smile graced his face as his loving gaze found yours.

“Much better.” Another chaste kiss against your lips, and then he was pulling back to admire your body. “I love seeing you like this… All pretty and spread open for me.” He dragged a finger over your exposed slit, finger spreading your arousal through your folds. He bit down on his lip, entranced by the sight of you. You laid there, content to let him do whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted, for however long. Just the sight of him perched there, drinking you in, was enough to have your mind reeling.

It didn’t last long, however, because Jake had an idea. It was as if a lightbulb went off in his head, his eyes lighting up as he met your gaze. He was still touching you, driving you crazy as your hips twitched in anticipation. 

“What’s that look for?” you groaned. 

“Where’s your camera?”

He was off of the bed in a second, following your eyes to the bag sitting beneath your discarded clothes in the plush chair in the corner. You watched him as he unzipped the bag, his bare back to you as he removed your camera and held it gently between fingers. You propped yourself up on your elbows, wondering what could possibly be going on in his brain. 

He flicked the power on, holding it up to his eye and adjusting the settings as needed.

“Lay back down,” he breathed as he turned to you, a new level of excitement in his voice.

“Jake…”

“C’mon, angel.” The smile on his face was irresistible. “Humor me.”

You sighed, a nervous smile finding its way to your face. You breathed deeply. “If we do this, it’s for your eyes only,” you warned, voice pointed. 

“You’re all mine, Y/N. I don’t intend for anyone else to see you like this. Ever.”

Your skin flushed, and you fell back against the pillows as he joined you in bed again. He kneeled at your feet, lifting the camera so the photo framed you in all of your glory. He snapped a photo of you spread there, legs open and face gleaming with sweat as you obliged his request. You lifted one hand up, shielding your face with your forearm; you weren’t used to being on the other end of the lens.

“Please,” he said. “Don’t cover your face, my love.”

The sweetness dripping from his tone bred butterflies in your stomach, your breaths increasing as you nodded. “I’m sorry,” you sighed. “It’s just– well, I’m not used to the camera. And I’m nervous.”

He nodded. “Y/N, nothing in this world is more beautiful than you to me. You don’t have to be nervous.” His hand squeezed your leg comfortingly, and you relaxed a little. 

He continued snapping photographs, brushing his hands over your body as he did so. A photo of your face, his thumb inserted gently between your parted lips. One of his hands caressing the valley between your breasts, his fingers dipping into your center, your face as he pleased you with that free hand. The thought of him having all of these images of you, these keepsakes of your time together was making you crazy. The throbbing between your legs was getting worse by the second; you were craving him inside of you. You wanted him pressed so closely to you that it was hard to tell where you ended and he began.

“‘M almost done,” he breathed, palming himself through his briefs as he watched your chest heave. He was barely touching you, but the look on his face, the excitement in his voice was enough to have you squirming beneath him. The thought that the sight of you laying there beneath him was bringing him this much pleasure… It was enough to send your head spinning.

“Jake, I need you, please.”

He snapped one last photograph of your begging face, your eyes hooded, your chapped lips and chin slick with saliva, hair haloed around your face on the pillow, and then he delicately placed the camera on the table beside the bed. 

“My sweet angel,” he breathed, leaning forward and caging you in with his hands on either side of your head. His face dipped, lips finding yours with vigor. His tongue swirled into your mouth, and you relished in the taste of him, hands grasping him and trying to pull him even closer. You broke free after a second, both panting.

His forehead pressed against yours, and his hand traveled down between the two of you, freeing his length from his briefs. You breathed a sigh of relief; you were too worked up to wait any longer. You needed the delicious stretch of him pushing into you more than you needed air. The head of his cock bumped your clit, sending a jolt through you as he positioned his length against your center.

“Oh, God, please,” the sound spilled from your lips like a prayer, and Jake breathed a pleased moan as he finally pushed into you. You cried out, holding onto him as if he were the only thing tethering you to the earth. There was an inkling of discomfort for a second, then the sweet release of him bottoming out inside of you. Pleasure masked everything around you; the only thing on your mind was his slow rocking motion, his cock dragging against your walls seemingly in slow-motion. 

“Shit,” he breathed against you, breath fanning over your face. His eye contact didn’t waver, those brown eyes boring into yours with an intensity that was almost too much. 

Your eyes fluttered closed for a second, but he slowed the movements of his hips until he was almost still.

“Gotta look at me, angel,” he murmured sweetly. He kissed you again, so soft and loving you thought you might cry. You forced your eyes open, back arching as he resumed his movements inside of you. “There’s my good girl…” His smile send a rush through you, your heart pounding. 

“Feels so good, Jake,” you managed to say, through the haze of pleasure clouding your thoughts.

“I know, baby, I know,” he nodded, still refusing to look away from you. The dark desire coloring his eyes made your stomach tighten, the coil of pleasure between your legs building so quickly it was making your head spin. You hooked a leg around him, nails digging into his skin. His thrusts met your hips again, deeper this time, and you gasped at the feeling.

“Oh, just like that–” you cried, voice desperate as he did exactly as you asked. He was buried inside of you to the hilt, his hips rocking against yours in slow yet powerful thrusts. His pelvic bone dragged against your clit, sending sparks of pleasure up through your abdomen. His weight held you down as you squirmed beneath him, closer to your orgasm by the second.

“Hmmm, you like that? You gonna cum all pretty for me? Make a mess for me, angel?” His voice was low, though he was panting as he approached his own release. Your lips met in a messy kiss, lips and teeth bumping as he focused all of his attention on his movements below the waist. You breathed into each other’s mouths, high-pitched moans and groans of each others’ names filling the air between you. 

You clenched your legs around him as you teetered on the brink of your climax. Your pussy tightened around him, pleasure snaking through your limbs as you forced yourself to maintain eye contact. You knew if you looked away, he would stop, and you wouldn’t be able to take it. 

“I’m almost–”

“Give it to me,” Jake interrupted, his voice almost a growl. His pace stuttered slightly as you gripped around him again. “Cum for me, my sweet girl. I know you can… Cum all pretty around my cock. You can do that for me can’t you?”

“Yes, yes,” you gasped, holding onto him for dear life. He didn’t slow, snapping his hips into yours with renewed vigor at the sound of your voice. 

“There you go, baby,” he breathed, at the feeling of you squeezing him. You called out his name, almost screaming as he reached between you to play with your clit as your orgasm finally hit you. Your entire body seized up, shaking almost violently as he guided you through your release. “That’s it, cum for me… C’mon baby…”

You chanted his name like a mantra, over and over again as you came. Your eyes locked onto his and wouldn’t let go as he encouraged your pleasure, helping you ride the waves of overwhelming ecstasy at his touch. You tightened your legs around him as you felt his muscles tense, his own orgasm approaching.

“Ah, fuck,” he moaned, low, and the sound of it almost pushed you back to the edge. You were floating on cloud nine, watching his features screw up as his orgasm washed over him. His hips snapped into yours, skin colliding in lewd slapping noises. “Fuck, I love this pussy pulling me in…” He groaned, grasping your chin with one hand and crashing his lips to yours. You leaned into the kiss, deepening it as you felt his release inside of you, his body tautening as he finally came.

His hips slowed and eventually stopped, and he laid there on top of you for a second. His head was tucked in the crook of your neck, his breath fanning over your skin as he panted. You swept a hand through his hair, brushing it off of his sweat-slicked forehead. His skin burned beneath your touch; the sheets around you were soaked through with sweat, and you could feel the sticky mixture of your cum pooling between your legs, even with him still inside of you. The thought of it made you clench around him, and he whimpered softly, one hand shooting down to grip your waist.

“Don’t do that, please,” he grunted, voice desperate. “Too sensitive.”

“Sorry,” you giggled weakly. “It was an accident…”

He forced himself up off of you, and placed a kiss on your forehead. Slowly, he pulled out of you and sat up, leaning back on his haunches. The sight of him above you was enough to send your core throbbing again; his body tan and shining with his sweat, eyeliner smudged wildly around his eyes, hair pushed back out of his face. You thought you could stand to go another three or four rounds, if only he could keep up with you.

You shifted slightly, moving to lean up and touch him again. He stopped you with an outreached hand. “Don’t move a muscle,” he said.

“What?”

But he was grabbing the camera again, eyes flashing with the fervent determination of an artist when they saw their muse. He positioned himself above you on the bed again, letting the warm light bathe your figure as he snapped a photo of you, laying there on the ruined sheets. Then, he placed the camera back on the nightstand, still looking quite pleased.

You laughed, rolling your eyes. “Are you just gonna sit there and stare at me all night?”

He shrugged, “If you’ll let me.”

“Come here,” you held your arms open, and he obliged, curling into your embrace. You held him close to your chest, let him listen to your heartbeat. A pleased sigh fell from your lips as you laid there, brushing your fingers through his hair. 

“I love you,” he muttered, voice muffled against your skin. “Can’t believe I ever let you go…”

“Shit happens, Jake,” you responded. “But I’m all yours now. Isn’t that enough?”

He smiled, ghosting his lips over your collarbone. “It’s enough. Forever and ever, it’s enough.”

[jungwonie-bae]

*ੈ✩.a love story between us . ♪。·

Sunghoon x fem!reader , reader is working in high school, reader is referred as she

genre- fluff, love at first sight trope, strangers to lovers

word count- 4.1k 【4,113 words】

warnings- (this is not really a warning, but the season is winter) I’m so sorry, but more grammatical errors 😭 mentions of le sserafim’s yunjin , kissing, bold sunghoon, jealousy? , a little blood, cuddling? And not proofread‼️ And this is just a random ass fic sorry… and it doesn’t relate a lot to the first part, it’s just how they fall in love. Lots of grammar errors, I didn’t care to check over sorry。this was so rushed 😣

a/n- this is finally done!!! I’ve been so busy since school has started 😢 and sorry for the short chapters.. you can imagine the rest yourselves 😘

oh- and the title used to be “my coffee boy” but it’s not related to coffee in any way so I changed it.

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7:02 am.

Today was the weekend, and the cafe was quiet. You’ve already cleaned and wiped all the tables, and started the coffee machines. Today was going to be another busy day. The cafe always opens at 7:30 sharp, so you had enough time to grab the new stack of cups, and get the register ready.

your only coworker, beomgyu, always came a bit late, but got to work right away. The bell rings as he walks in, and the two of you greet one another.

As you put on your apron, you scroll on your phone to play a calming playlist on Spotify. Beomgyu puts his apron on, and opens the window for the early morning breeze to flow through.

As the bell chimes, your boss walks in. He greets the both of you, and walks into his office. You run to the door, and turn the sign, the red ink “closed” written, was now turned into “open.”

You then go back into your place as the cashier. A few minutes later, your regular customers come in.

they are quick to go, ordering and paying quickly as well.

A bit later, a group of 3 guys walk in, chatting with one another happily. While they are ordering drinks, you feel someone’s gaze as you get their orders down. You look up, and- you feel like you’ve just seen the prettiest person in your life. Time seems to slow down.

you stare at him for a few seconds, before snapping out of it to tell beomgyu their orders. Turning back to them, (the person who is ordering for the group,) you almost forgot their name.

“and what’s your name?” You ask politely.

“sunghoon, s-u-n-g-h-o-o-n,” he says, the last part of the sentence a bit mumbled. You nod, and type his name down to print onto the sticker on the cup.

you smile at him, “your order is going to be ready in a few minutes. Is this a to go, or are you staying in?”

he looks over at his friends, and they all say their staying. You nod, and they go sit down. You smile to yourself, and hurriedly make their drinks. You put a little extra love into sunghoon’s, and cap it.

beomgyu finishes the other half of the drinks. “Order for sunghoon!” You shout. He comes up to you, and grabs the drinks quickly. While he brings it over to his table, his friends tease him about something. He smiles at their antics.

Heeseung whispers, “someone has a little crush. Let’s come back here tomorrow~” Jake nods at him, and grins. Sunghoon doesn’t notice the two.

meanwhile, you were busy hoping he will come back.

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The next day, you see the familiar face once again. But today, he was alone. The name you learned from him yesterday, sunghoon, was pretty awkward trying to order his drink.

you can see he is shy, because he’s hiding his face into his scarf. Cute, you think. His order is a to-go, much to your disappointment. You make his drink as you and beomgyu switch places, now beomgyu being the cashier.

you call out sunghoons name, but this time, you write your number onto his cup. You draw a little smiley face next to your digits, and smile to yourself. I hope he texts me, you smile.

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as sunghoon grabs his cup, he smiles at you, but stops in his tracks on his way out. She wrote her number. Wait.. she wrote her number!?! He stops himself from squealing since he was already grinning like an idiot. He was definitely going to text you later.

He hurried home to his dorm, and immediately told his friends. “See, I knew she was into you!” Jake playfully punched sunghoons arm, while wrapping his other around his shoulders.

sunghoon grins, but his smile drops soon after. “But.. how do I start the conversation..? I don’t have any experience in this..”

Jake slowly turns his head and looks at the sulking male beside him. “Are you for real..?” Sunghoon nods. “Dude! You’re an absolute loser for this! How have you not had any girlfriends with that face of yours?!?”

Sunghoon doesn’t know what to do. Will jake help him?

Sunghoon paces as jakes eyes follow him around. “I want to talk to her so bad, but I don’t know how to start a conversation. This might even be my first relationship!”

Jake rolls his eyes at sunghoon’s statement. He takes sunghoon’s cellphone and typed out your number. Sunghoon looks over at the bright screen.

Jake was texting you for him. “Are you sure about this..?” Sunghoon questions. Jake nods, eyes still glued to the little screen. “I’ve done this multiple times anyway. It works on every chick I’ve gotten.” Jake smirks.

Sunghoon decides to trust his best friend on this one, and hoping for the best. He thought you were really cute, and wanted to have something more with you. He wondered if you would ever feel the same.

—

Later, Jake shows sunghoon the texts. Jake started the conversation lightly, and you responded maybe 3-5 minutes later. He had asked when your shift was over, so you and sunghoon could meet up.

sunghoon was more than excited when you made a plan on his free day and a suitable time. He stressed on what to wear. It was a dinner date- not just a dinner- but a dinner in a fancy restaurant.

What if he underdressed? What if he made a wrong impression on you? What if he would scare you away? He’s only seen you about 8-10 times, yet he’s so worried.

you on the other hand, is just as worried as him. You had been to the restaurant and you had made the reservation, but you still didn’t know what to wear.

The hang out- date- was in 2 days. You video call your best friend, yunjin.

“I’m going on a date in 2 days with this really pretty boy and I don’t know what to wea-”

“okay, okay, slow down. I just picked up!” Yunjin exclaims. You sigh.

“In 2 days, im going on a date with a guy I really like. I have no idea what to wear.”

Yunjin nods. “I’ll be coming over in just a minute. Hold on.” She then hangs up on you. You were so nervous.

a few minutes later, knocking is heard from your front door. You run towards the sound and open the door. Yunjin lets herself in, and goes straight to your room. She rummages through your closet a little before huffing, and turning to you. You didn’t notice the big bag she had brung with her.

“We’ll have to try on a few different things.” Yunjin sighs. She unzips her bag, and pulls out a few pieces of clothing. She then lays them out on your bed for you to see, but one had already caught your eye.

It was a black long- sleeved square neck dress, and it was perfect for the occasion. “Can I try this one on?” You asked yunjin, while pointing your index finger to your desired article of clothing. She nods, “of course! Take your time. No rush girl.” She smiles supportingly. “Call me in if you need help.” She says.

you nod, and walk to the bathroom in your room. After you put the dress on, you look at yourself in the bathroom mirror. The dress hugs your body perfectly, at the right parts. You feel amazing, and pretty.

as you walk out of the bathroom, Yunjin cheers you on. “Oh my gosh. You look absolutely stunning. You’re definitely wearing this.” You blush at her compliments, and thank her.

“this is my first date… I don’t know how to make a good impression…” you sulk at your sudden realization, with your head down, almost like when a puppy is wronged.

“ don’t worry girl, I’ve got your back. Let’s practice being confident, okay?” She reassures you. You look up at her and nod. Yunjin was always trusted in these type of things. That’s why she had so many friends.

—

you and sunghoon have been texting non stop since you had given him your number. Sunghoon told you that his friend Jake had started the conversation because he was scared, and you laughed at that.

Every day, day through night, you both texted each other. You were both around the same ages, and had very common interests with each other. Almost like soulmates.

tomorrow was the date, and you both had planned everything out. You hoped it went exactly like planned, or else you would be doomed. It would’ve been really awkward if you had nothing to talk about.

you hung the dress up by your closet, and went to sleep- not before texting sunghoon goodnight, and a see you tomorrow! 🤍

you close your eyes and drifts off the dreamland. The exciting day awaits before you.

—date day—

You woke up to your loud alarm ringing. You quickly turn it off and slowly open you eyes, your surroundings filling you. You get out of bed and stretch, and then go get ready. You smile giddily, remembering the events that would happen today.

As you put moisturizer on, you receive a notification. You grab your phone quickly, opening the app the notification came from. It was a text from sunghoon.

sunghoon: I’m excited for today ;)

sunghoon: I can’t wait to see you

you: 😊😊😊

you: me tooo

you blush at his texts and squeal. You get butterflies in your stomach.

The date is toward nighttime, so you have a lot of time to get ready. You put on your outfit, and do your makeup.

He was the one who had insisted on meeting up, so you grab your things and head out the door.

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once you make it to the restaurant, he hasn’t arrived yet. So you wait at the front.

soon, a sleek black car pulls into the parking lot, and out comes the infamous sunghoon. You inaudibly gasp. He was dress in all black and his hair was done. Heat crawls up your face.

you pretend to be busy on your phone, so it wouldn’t seem as if you’ve been staring at him this whole time. His eyes search for you, and once they find you, he smiles. His eyes crinkle up and his dimple shows. He barely knows you, yet he’s smiling so big every time he sees you.

He walks over to you slowly. You look up from your phone, and smile at him. He stares at you intently. You rip your gaze away from him first.

you are so pretty today that he really couldn’t take his eyes off of you.

“hi,” he starts awkwardly. You nod your head and reciprocate his words.

“should we head inside now?” You ask. He snaps out of his daze, and goes in after you.

at the table, you start the conversation. It’s a bit awkward at first, but the two of you warm up to one another quickly. He talks about his hobbies, you talk about yours. But what you found most interesting, was that he was a ice skater. People had called him “the ice prince.”

it matched him so well, based on his personality and face. You listen to every word he said, because his voice was so addicting. You could listen to it forever.

time went by so fast, that’s it was already nighttime. You both had finished eating, and sunghoon paid for the bill. You insisted on paying or maybe splitting the bill, but he denied all of your requests.

The two you you decide to go on a late night walk together to spend more quality time. He held your hand, and even gave you his jacket to wear. He didn’t know where this boldness came from, but he just went along with it. You were so flustered with his actions.

he talked about literally everything to keep the conversation going. You talked about how life is stressful, to exciting, to all sorts of emotions.

when you arrived at a park, he sat you down. He crouched down in front you and took off your heels, then took off his shoes. “It must hurt, right?” He said softly. He looked up at you so enchantingly, that you almost got lost in his eyes.

You nod. Your lips fail to hide the smile that was trying to burst through. Sunghoon smiles too. “thanks hoon.” He blushes at the nickname, and picks up your shoes. He hold your hand again. A comfortable silence fills the air.

“I’ll walk you home.” The male next to you says. You smile at him and nod your head. The night passes so fast, you were pretty much disappointed.

he stands in front of you at your porch and holds both your hands in his. “Today was fun for me.” He confesses.

“ me too.” You agree. “Can we do this again?” He asks. He swings your arms side by side. Another date?

“of course! Just tell me when.” You smile politely at him. Silence fills the air once again. You make eye contact with him. Very slowly, you see him leaning in.

once he’s at a nose to nose length, he mumbles a small, may I? You nod almost immediately, and his lips crash onto yours. your lips mold so perfectly with his that he feels like he’s dreaming. You wrap your arms around his neck, and his automatically go around your waist. The two of you make out for a few seconds before pulling away for a breath of air.

“you’re my first kiss.” He shyly says. You’re shocked. “what? No way that possible. Me too!” You exclaim.

he smiles at you and kisses you once more. You kiss back quickly. When you pull away again, he pulls you into his embrace. “Thank you for this night.” He mumbles into your neck.

he kisses you one more time before you go into your home; not before returning your shoes. Then he shouts, “ Call me! And I’ll see you tomorrow!”

you blow a kiss at him, and walk inside your home. Tomorrow? What’s happening tomorrow? You’ll just wait and see.

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Sunghoon is a blushing mess. He walks himself back to his car giddily. He’s still smiling on the way home too. He can’t wait to tell his friends.

when he enters his apartment, he shouts for his friends to come over. “So, how did it goo..?” Jake asks. Sunghoon looks over at him slowly. “It was amazing.”

Jake and heeseung high five Sunghoon. “Nice man!” The night is soon filled with laughter and loud talking.

“and then we kissed.” Sunghoon squeals. Heeseung gasps and hit sunghoon. “Dude when did you get the confidence?!?” sunghoon rubs his arm where heeseung had hit him.

“maybe it just comes up when I’m with her.” Sunghoon shrugs. The trio squeals together. “I’m gonna sleep so good tonight.” Sunghoon sighs.

You on the other hand, is calling and telling Yunjin about everything that happened.

“he kissed me! Can you believe that?!?” You exclaim happily. Yunjin gasps. “Girl, you are so lucky.” You nod.

“he said he was gonna see me tomorrow though.”

“he probably has something planned then!” Yunjin exclaims. “That’s so exciting. I’ll help you pick out your outfit. I’ll see you tomorrow too then?”

“yes of course!” You nod. The both of you, you and sunghoon, both ramble about everything that had happened today to your friends.

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The next day, you wake up from an incoming call. You pick up tiredly.

“hello..?” You groggily say. “Oh I’m sorry did I wake you?” A familiar voice speaks.

you sit up immediately and look at the caller id. It was sunghoon. You clear your throat, “oh of course not! I was just doing something.” You lie. You cringe at yourself for waking up so late.

“oh, then can I pick you up later?” He asks out of the blue. You freeze. Is this what he meant by “see you tomorrow?” Oh gosh. You do want to see him again though. “Oh- oh yeah of course. I’ll go get ready then.” You try to sound as neutral as possible, but inside you were screaming.

sunghoon hums, then ends the call first. You hurriedly pick an outfit, brush your teeth, and fix your hair. You pick a pair of baggy jeans, and a cute brown puffer. You run to the kitchen the make toast.

A few minutes later, a knock is heard from your front door. You wipe the excess crumbs off of your mouth and walk slowly to the door. You look through the peep hole- and it’s sunghoon. You smile as you swing the door open.

he pulls you into his embrace and you immediately hug him back. “Hey pretty.” He smirks. You blush and look down. A hand comes to your chin and lifts your head back up.

“aren’t you gonna greet your handsome boyfriend?” He teases. Boyfriend!? Your flustered at the nickname he gave himself. “h-hi sunghoon.” You stutter. Your face is red and you are so so so embarrassed. “Come on, let’s go.” Sunghoon says. He knows that you were flustered by him, and he smiles to himself.

“Where are we going today?” You ask. Sunghoon smiles. “You’ll see when we get there. It’s a surprise.”

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“an ice rink?!?” You exclaim. You look at sunghoon excitedly. “Yeah, you seemed most interested in the topic of ice skating when we were talking yesterday.” You nod.

“you sure are an observant person.” You mumble. Sunghoon leads you the the skates after paying to go in. You choose your sizes, and sit down on the benches.

“here, let me help you.” Sunghoon crouches down in front of you, and ties your laces. Heat crawls up your face once again. Sunghoon looks up at you and steals a quick peck.

“hey! I wasn’t ready for that!” You whine, slapping his arm playfully. He smirks down at you.

you both walk into the rink and then you suddenly confess, “I’m not good at ice skating.” Sunghoon smiles at you, “good. Then I’ll teach you.”

he hold your hands and starts off slowly, while you wobble about trying to keep your balance. You apologize for gripping his arms so tight.

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later on, you had gotten the hang of gliding around. But when you were trying to catch up to sunghoon, someone had bumped into you. You fall of your butt, and you hiss in pain. You look up at the person who had bumped into you.

“oh my gosh, are you okay? I’m so sorry, I wasnt controlling my speed.” A rather handsome man says. “Im fine, don’t worry about it.” You smile.

sunghoon grit his teeth and skates over to you. He helps you up and asks worriedly, “ are you hurt anywhere?!?” And you just respond with “I’m okay”s and “I’m fine”s. Sunghoon glares at the male that had bumped into you. He was still standing there, feeling guilty of his mistake. Once he saw sunghoons glare, he quickly skated away.

Sunghoon turns back to you and looks you up and down for any cuts or bruises. until he looks at your hand. There’s a cut there with a drop of blood streaming down. His eye widen, and he quickly pulls you out of the rink.

he grabs his bag and grabs his first aid kit. You find him so cute that he was worried over a small cut that you didn’t even notice at all. You giggle to yourself at his actions. He looks up from your now bandaged finger with furrowed eyebrows, confused.

“why are you laughing?” He mumbles. “Your just so cute.” You giggle once again. Sunghoon smiles at that, and kisses your injured finger. “Now it’s all better.” He smiles.

“thank you hoon.” He blushed at the nickname you gave him once again. You peck his cheek in thanks. Now the both of you are blushing messes.

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you invite sunghoon over to your house for dinner. He gives you little kisses every now and then while you cook, and back hugs you. You’re very grateful to finally have a boyfriend.

Once the food is ready, sunghoon helps set up the table. He pulls out your chair for you, and you sit down. He smiles at you from across the table.

after your dinner, he insists on washing the dishes. The two of you decide to watch a movie after, to spend more time together.

The night is filled with small talks and giggles from one another.

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the next morning, you wake up with sunghoon next to you. His arms are tightly wrapped around your waist, his legs tangled with yours, and you are face to face with him. You inaudibly gasp, remembering the events prior.

he had taken a shower at your place, and slept over. He had borrowed a few of your oversized things that you didn’t wear at all. You think, nothing sexual had happened. You turn your head back to sunghoons, and take this chance to admire his sleeping features.

His eyes suddenly flutter open, and once he takes notes of his surroundings, he smiles. He stares back at you. “What are you looking at?” He groggily says. You giggle and hide your face into his neck.

“I gotta head to the grocery shop soon.” You mumble into his ear. He hums. “Then I’ll come with you.” you nod at his answer and then try to pry his arms off of your waist. He only hugs you tighter. “Just 5 more minutes?” He asks. You can’t say no to his cute doe eyes and his little pout.

5 minutes turns into 10, then turns into 25. You groan, and finally push his warm body off of you. Cool air hits your body, and you shiver. You run to the bathroom to get ready. While putting on an outfit, you process everything that has happened. You giggle to yourself.

you walk back into your room, and kiss sunghoons forehead. “I’ll make breakfast.” You whisper.

Sunghoon smiles to himself, and snuggles into your pillow, whiffing in your soft scent.

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A bit later, sunghoon rises out of your bed. He walks to the kitchen to find you, but you weren’t there. Worried thoughts filled his head, until he heard your voice behind him. “Why are you just standing there? Go brush your teeth.” You slightly scold. He turns around at your voice, and runs up to you.

“I thought something happened to you.” He mumbles, while giving you a big bear hug. You smile to yourself. “Go get changed too, we’re gonna go shopping later.” You pat his back. He lifts his head from your shoulder, gives you a peck. and goes to the bathroom. you grimace at the morning breath, and head into your room to pick some clothes out for him.

Once you both finish eating, you grab your car keys. “Let’s go.” You say. Sunghoon takes hyoid keys from you. “I’m the one driving. You’re my passenger princess.” He winks.

You smile at him, and go out the door.

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At the grocery store, sunghoon follows you around like a lost puppy. The cart screeches to a stop. You turn to face him. “You should go buy something.” You say. He stops in his tracks in front of you. He grumbles, and then falls into your embrace.

you wrap your arms around him to catch him. Was he tired? You pat his back a few times. “Let’s go home soon hmm?” you whisper. You feel him nod in your shoulder. You smile and pull away from him.

“I’ll just need a few things more and we’ll go home.” You hurry to get your items, and check out. Sunghoon chooses a few of his favorite snacks, and you both drive back to your place.

once you come home, you sit onto the couch. Sunghoon folllows your actions, and lies onto your lap. You play with his hair, and he sighs in contentment at your touch.

He soon falls asleep on your lap. You smile, and grab your phone to take a picture. After a few snaps, you go to sleep right after him, laying on the couch arm. He slightly wakes up at your movements, and crawls on top of you to lie on your chest. Your hand goes back up to his hair unconciously.

the two of you float into dreamland. You could not want anything more than this.

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farewell (noun)

an act of parting or of marking someone's departure.

Welcome to A Adieu Bookmark, our April 2024 recommendations list with a theme around farewell fics. From the start of the month, we have compiled a list of fics the community has given and prepared to give to you. We would like to provide our biggest appreciation to the people contributing to the making of this list. Thank you so much and we will announce the theme for May 2024 soon!

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|| the sun that always burns series by @ja3yun | requested by @writingmochi

This fic has dark/mature themes

Pairing: jake x reader

Genre: sexual content/smut (mdni), fluff, angst, friends to lovers to ex, afab reader

Synopsis: you and jake's high school relationship blossomed into a romance filled with hope and promise. However, as time went on, jake's long-term expectations began to weigh heavily on you, who struggled to meet them. your paths eventually lead you in separate directions, each experiencing different aspects of life and ultimately moving on from your past love. unexpectedly, fate intervened and you both reunite after years apart. the reunion allows you to rediscover your feelings for each other, but also forces you to navigate the complexities of your past and present.

What they said about the fic: farewell plays a huge part in the turning point in this story and what i love about it is how it is set right in the epicentre of the series that you have this curve that creates a perfect arc of a story

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|| ghost of you by @sungbeam | requested by Anonymous

This fic has dark/mature themes

Pairing: nonidol!ji changmin x bff!fem!reader 

Genre: childhood friends au, you are literally dead./major character death, mentions of a car accident, implied past bullying, swearing, fluff, comedy as a coping mechanism, angst, comfort/hurt, grief and survivor’s guilt, so much crying that you might get tired, just telling you now it is not meant to be a romantic plot but there r hints bc i’m a sucker, i’m not religious but ur a ghost(?), getting over one’s best friend’s death is not easy folks so that’s why y/n goes ghost B)

Synopsis: after the death of his best friend, changmin’s been left to grieve and wallow. but when you suddenly come back to him in the form of a ghost, he realizes that this might be his chance to right some wrongs. (aka; changmin has seven days with your ghost to figure out why you’ve been returned to the land of the living.)

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|| 01.24 by @zchnlswrld | requested by Anonymous

Pairing: idol!san x f!reader 

Genre: angst

What they said about the fic: A real tear jerker if you ask me :(

|| break up sex and yearning duology by @whatudowhennooneseesyou | requested by @whatudowhennooneseesyou

This fic has dark/mature themes

Pairing: seoonghwa x reader

Genre: angst with no happy ending, smut on both parts, possessive!hwa

What they said about the fic: I wrote this after witnessing a couple who loved each other break-up b/c the man wanted children and the female didn't. It's an angst piece about an issue u cant negotiate

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[anxiouswritingbitch]

I would love any sort of Max content! Nothing too specific, just fluff of some sort would be nice

Here, I wrote some fluffy dating headcanons, I hope it's okay for you and you like it !

TW : None, just fluff !

Requests open in my inbox !

𝐻𝑒𝒶𝒹𝒸𝒶𝓃𝑜𝓃𝓈 - 𝒟𝒶𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑀𝒶𝓍 𝐵𝓇𝒾𝓃𝓁𝓎 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝒾𝓃𝒸𝓁𝓊𝒹𝑒…

First of all, let me make something clear : Max Brinly is the sweetest boy to ever walk this earth.

Get ready to have the best boyfriend ever. He checks all the cases. Walking green flag.

He is just. So concerned about your wellbeing. He randomly sends you texts like "hi how are u feeling ? Are you having a good day ?". If you're not, he'll go out of his mind to make you feel better.

Your favorite food ? Cooked. Your comfort movie ? On the TV. Your favorite blanket to be sad in ? Ready for you on the couch. Your favorite ice cream ? In the freezer.

Speaking of cooking, if you know how to cook yourself, then prepare for cooking dates. Just you two having fun in the kitchen, possibly starting a food fight.

If you don't, well in this case prepare to be well fed for the rest of your life. This boy knows how to handle his kitchen.

He also has huge parent energy. Will make you eat your vegetables and all that healthy stuff.

I don't see him being really into hookups or stuff, so when you're going into a relationship with him, it's for real. He's there for the long term (probably planning your wedding a few months in, by the way).

When it comes to cuddle, he is basically a teddy bear. He's just... so snuggly you know ? Hugging him is just so safe and comfortable.

He loves being the big spoon, he feels like he can protect you this way. Your safety is his #1 priority. However, he maybe won't admit it out loud but he also loves being the little spoon !! He'll be a bit embarrassed at first which is so cute but then he'll relax and probably enter heaven or smth. In conclusion : spoon him you won't regret it.

Pet names. Prepare for them because he's got a shit ton ready. Honey, sweetheart, sugar, somehow all related to sweetness lmao. He WILL get insanely flustered if you start to call him these too. Do it.

He cares about family, especially yours. He wants to make a good appearance, you know ? The day he gets to meet your parents he will sweat buckets he'll learn everything about them to impress them. (If you watch Brooklyn99, kinda like Jake did when he met Amy's dad, with a binder and all).

Does his best to give "i'll bring her home by 9PM" vibe, especially to your parents. If it's true or not I'll leave it to your imagination.

Earlier I mentioned that he's a walking green flag, here's a reason why : he has emotions, he knows it, and he's not too afraid to share them. He also knows that communication is key. If something you said makes him uncomfortable, he will do his best to tell you. If he feels sad or hurt, he won't keep it to himself and bottle it up, because he knows that it'll get out one day.

Encourages you to speak up about your feelings as well. He'll understand if that's not your thing, but will try his best to make you comfortable and and trust him enough to share what's on your heart.

He just has so much love to give. Loving him in return is like, the best thing that happened to you.

[spaceyflowerswriting]

Can you write something where Jake kim finds out his partner is not eating and selfhärming but try’s to help her through it? It’s ok if you don’t want to write this, sorry if I made you uncomfortable

gentle (jake kim x reader)

details: angst oneshot with some fluff at the end, gender neutral reader written in 2nd pov, general canon au, you and jake have been dating for a while

summary: jake wishes he noticed the signs of your state sooner, but he's just glad he can still be there for you.

warning: reader is described as starving themselves and self harming. the most explicit detail is mentions of cuts.

a/n: thank u for requesting! dont worry about requesting something heavy, i just hope i wrote it in a way that isnt insensitive ;_;

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"Please tell me the truth." Jake gulped, moving over to block the doorway when he saw you take a hesitant step forward. "Please." His voice softened, brows furrowing downwards as he looked at your lip, which began to quiver.

Your eyes were glossy, and they did not match the small smile you plastered onto your face. "Jake, it's not what you think--"

"Then tell me. Please tell me what's going on." The suspicion Jake had for a while that was slowly starting to look like a truth made him sick with horror. He didn't want to believe it, but the evidence couldn't be denied anymore, not even at your word.

"I..." You stumbled over your words and trailed off, and when you finally came up with an excuse, it was barely believable. Every second your smile became more strained.

Jake shook his head and held a hand out, saying your name. "I want to believe you, I swear, but you sound so unsure of what you're saying and you... you haven't explained the..." He found himself unable to say what they were, as if by doing so, his fear would become true. But it seemed like it already was. "On your arms," he settled for instead. "And the small blood stains on your sleeves."

Your crossed your arms as soon as he mentioned them, clutching them. This time you just stayed silent and stared at the floor.

"And you can't deny that you haven't been looking as happy or healthy as of late. The last time we hugged, you were a lot smaller than I remember. I don't think I see you eating as often, either."

Again, you stayed silent.

It did nothing but confirm Jake's thoughts, and soon he found his eyes welling up with tears like yours. He couldn't stop to think, words spilling out of his mouth as soon as they entered his head. "Why are you doing this to yourself? And for how long? Why didn't you tell anybody? Why didn't you tell me?" He grew shaky, his voice desperate but not angry. You remained motionless. "I--We--The others and I, you know we love you, right? We can always provide support for you and if you're going through something like--"

"It's not that easy!" you snapped, nearly making Jake flinch. "And I know you and Big Deal care, but it's not--" Your arms tightened around yourself as your voice hitched. "It's not that easy." More and more tears spilled from your eyes until you had no choice but to wipe at them with your palms. "I don't know what it is either. Or maybe I do. I don't know. I don't know, okay?"

Jake frowned, mainly in disappointment at himself for not being able to provide the comfort you needed right now. He could only piece together in a quiet voice, "I'm sorry for raising my voice. I just--no, nevermind." He took a deep breath, though it did little to help his state. "We should calm down, okay? I'm here for you, let's talk this through."

When you made no reply, he stepped forward and in that moment, you ran right past him. Although shocked, he managed to grab your wrist just in time.

"What are you--"

"Let go!" you sobbed, refusing to look at him.

More panic arose in Jake. "I don't understand--"

"It's none of your business, okay?!"

"But--"

"Will you please just let go? I don't..." You were hicupping and roughly trying to brush away your tears with your free hand. "I don't want to talk about it. How about that? Just let go, please, and leave me alone."

There was nothing Jake wanted more than to just give you a hug but he didn't want to agitate you in your current emotional state. Slowly, he slipped his hand down yours and you pulled away. You didn't run off right then, taking a moment to continue wiping away tears, but to no avail. Eventually you began walking off and Jake stared, even after you left his sight.

After a moment, it was as if everything came crashing down on him and he dropped to his knees, his palms nearly digging into his eyes as he sat there and sobbed. A storm of regret ran through him.

"I fucked up," he stammered, quietly repeating it until to himself until he couldn't anymore.

~

He should've seen them. Even if they weren't obvious, even if they were that minoscule because you hid them so well, Jake should've seen the signs. He cursed himself for not being able to, for not helping you sooner, for being in denial. Despite that, he knew he shouldn't be thinking about how miserable he felt when you were the one who needed warmth and sympathy, but when he confronted you three days ago, you ran off.

It had been stressing him out ever since, but he was thankful you at least sent back a reply saying you were fine when he had Brad and Lua go looking for you. Plus, you were still making the small effort to occasionally respond to his texts to say you just needed space. He still stuck close by, of course.

Just like before, he wanted to trust you, but he wanted to be there, too, in case you did anything drastic.

~

"So... this is awkward."

Jake perked up from his desk at the sound of your croaky voice, and looked up to make eye contact with you. He couldn't help but notice how puffy and tired your eyes looked, but he still flashed a little smile as you glanced away. "No, not at all. Did you need something?" He set down his papers, clearing his throat and trying to appear as casual and open as possible. "I'm, uh, I'm always here for you."

You nodded absentmindedly. "I know."

"Okay. Good."

There was an awkward silence afterwards, and the elephant in the room was very much present--Jake wanted to bring it up, but he was afraid you might clam up again. He understood the first time he rushed you out of his own overwhelming worry for you, and now he wasn't sure how you'd react to a more gentler approach. It would be better if he just waited for you to say something first, right? But what if you never did?

Before the anxiety in him grew worse, you gestured vaguely before dropping your hand and then sighing. "I'm... sorry for being distant." Your voice cracked, and Jake felt his heart breaking into a million pieces. It was awful to see someone lovely like you, even if you weren't his partner, be in this much pain. "And for... worrying you."

"Don't worry, I understand. You don't need to feel sorry for anything. And you know I'm sorry for all the insensitive things I said then." Jake was still hesitant on what he wanted to do, but instead of walking on eggshells, he took a deep breath and decided to just ask. "Do you feel ready to talk about it now?"

You shrugged. "Not really. But I felt guilty knowing how much I hurt you so I figured I'd at least come see you."

"Ah..." Jake awkwardly chuckled. "It's fine, I promise. I took zero offense in your actions."

"Thanks." Your reply was dry, but it's wasn't as if Jake expected you to be enthusiastic or anything.

More awkward silence passed. The two of you were looking off to the sides. Jake's mind was still running a mile a minute while trying to figure out how to proceed the conversation.

After a moment of debating questions to ask, he went on to confess something instead. "I don't mean to make this about me, but this is my first time helping someone with something... uh, like this." Jake moved his gaze back towards you. "So if I do anything wrong or insensitive like before, I really want you to tell me how to correct it, because I want to be the best I can be to help you through this." He quickly added, "I mean, I'll do my own research and stuff, too, of course, but... you know. I just want to make you comfortable and make it clear I only want to help. Even if it means giving you space or shutting up or something."

You were still looking away. When the corners of your lips tilted upwards a little, Jake sighed in relief. "You always mean the best. I would never assume you're trying to hurt me, or anyone for that matter."

He beamed at you. "I'm glad." His smile softened when you finally made eye contact with him again. "And, hey, since you don't feel like talking about it yet, is there something I can do for you at the moment? Distract you, maybe?"

Apologetically, you bowed your head slightly. "No, sorry. I'm just... working through it right now."

"No, no, it's fine!" Jake tried to say reassuringly, waving his hands. "I'll be here as long as needed."

Your smiled widened. "I appreciate that. Really."

Jake nodded, still smiling. He began to stand up, only to awkwardly halt and then ask, "May I hug you?"

He felt his cheeks turn a little red when you stared. The embarrassment only increased when you began to softly laugh, shaking your head. "Yes. Yes you can, Jake."

"You..." He huffed, putting his hands on his hips. "I just wanted to make sure, okay?"

You just hummed as you held your arms out. "I know. And it was very sweet of you to ask first."

The slight pout on Jake's face quickly turned into a grin. He strolled over and enveloped you into a warm hug, sighing in content when you did your best to return it. It was only three days, but he missed the feeling of you in his arms.

"Can I say something?"

Jake snapped out of his mild haze. "Anything."

"Thanks for not leaving me even though you saw me at probably my worst."

Your quiet voice and your words gave Jake more heartache. He wished there was something he could do to instantly help you, but he knew it wouldn't be that simple.

In response, he lightly tightened his hug on you and said, "You don't need to thank me for that. But since you did, you're welcome." He paused for a moment. "I'll do my best to support you, always. I believe you can make it through this, and any other tough times in the future."

You nodded into his chest and Jake finally felt like everything was going to turn out just fine.

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Okay respectfully I neeeeed some domestic fluffy headcanons (buying a house, getting married, having children etc etc) w Terry McCain bc I’m OBSESSED with how amazing n cute u wrote the last ones ✨🌸🤍

ok as this might be getting out of hand knowing myself :'DDD   I'll probably split this in two sections. I have one domestic Boyfriend!Terry coming up soon so I'll answer w Married!Terry HCs for now

A/N Note: Just toothrotting fluff, gn neutral reader

Hope you enjoy 🖤

Married Life with Terry McCain (Excessive Force 1993)

I: The Prequel

After all the relationship drama beforehand you and Terry slowly rekindle your relationship

The lifestyle Terry leads makes it kinda hard to really consider starting a family or even getting married at first

He knows you are worried and offput by the violence in his day to day life and Terry is offput at first too - scared that he will make you a widow/widower the day after your marriage due to some unfortunate gang fight

So he waits. And you wait.

Over time Terry turns to music more balancing his two careers side by side

Getting offered a promotion to Captain puts Terry in a difficult position as he really wants his life with you but he also needs the adrenaline, wants to do good and is out for seeking justice and revenge for the unjust

Also he can't abandon his work, the city, as he knows as long as you live in this town it has to be as safe as possible for his beloved and friends

Finally things seem to have calmed down. Terry has made it his job to mainly train the new police forces and oversee everything as Captain, only jumping into the big action when needed.

Instead he cures his energy with Taekwondo and music as he has pursued playing part-time in the Jazz Club

It took him a lot of effort to do so, but the adoption of Dylans cat has made him more "Homey" and comfort seeking

The owner of the jazz club Jake still has the plan to get him signed at some stage

So finally aprox. 5 years later sometime in 1997/8 he proposes (thank god)

Just that you didn't realize that it had been on his mind forever

You simply agreed on waiting and as life with Terry is a new adventure everyday you did not really think of much when he asked you to wear something you love (because that's when you're the most comfortable)

Its a spontaneous and not really spontaneous decision on his part - it's Christmas Eve the 24th of December 1997 and originally he and you were invited over to Frankies house for a small party, Dylan and his fiancée coming too

So when Terry suddenly takes the snow-covered highway you know something has to be in the bushes

II. Proposal

"Why are we speeding down the highway Terry ? You haven't forgotten about Frankie have you?" Eyebrows raised in slight bewilderment your eyes find Terrys blue orbs in the rear-view. You watch as the corners of his mouth quirk in mischief. "They can wait for just a bit longer."

A rather shy grin tringles it's way onto your face, biting your lip brow furrowed in confusion. Even after years of being together you can't help but get a little bashful when he eyes you like that. "Terry, they will be mad and rightfully so it's Christmas." You watch your lover shrug his broad shoulders in nonchalance, still smirking but you notice him mirroring your expression, biting his lip as if he was trying to compose himself. Terry being nervous didn't happen often. He was rather a bit too cocksure most of the time. A little bratty but sweet. Similar to a cat. You get a little uneasy yet somewhat giddy as the air reeks of adventure the unspoken question still drifting in the car. Eyes still narrowed on his as they flick over the road you draw back into your seat trying for equal nonchalance. "Okay and what exactly are we doing out there?" 

Terry doesn’t respond as his orbs remain fixed on the headlights in the dark but presses a button on the stereo and Abbas Happy New Year starts slurring in the background earning him a quizzed look from his partner. „It's a bit early for that no?“ You mock irked by Terry's silence trying to get him to use his tongue on what the hell is transpiring. He chuckles softly, the sound resonating in every fibre of your body and warming your ice cold digits beneath the wool covering your hands. 

It's the end of a decade....

In another ten years time

Who can say what we'll find

What lies waiting down the line

In the end of eighty-nine..!”

The car comes to an halt at a little further as Terry turns to face you abruptly, the seatbelt slinging from his shoulder as he leans across the small space between you, effectively trapping you in his arms. “Do you still remember New Year ‘89?” Instinctively��you chuckle. “Course I do. It was horrible, the party had turned out to be quite disastrous, most of the people I knew did their last line of coke in the bathroom that night. “ You grin in nostalgia “And then I met this 9′5 tall guy who apparently was seeing one of my closest friends off and on. Naturally I only found out about that in the new decade.” Terry roles his eyes a smirk tugging at his lips the voice husky as he speaks. “Yeah. But do you remember this place? When we were listening to the song in this car?” A smile and a little warmth flood your visage as you recall the two of you sitting on the trunk of Terrys car stargazing and watching fireworks explode. A little tipsy. A little melancholic on your part. Sharing the first kiss in the 90s together.  “Yes, a magical night it was.”

Terry seems to have gone through the events in his mind just like you. With a swing his arm grabs the door handle on your side motioning for you to exit before he comes to stand next to you, leading you through to the snow. “How do you even remember the exact place ?” you huff slightly breathless for no reason besides Terrys odd behaviour, him effectively manoeuvring you with his arms so that he blocks the sight behind him. When he turns you catch a glimpse of what he hides. The bench. Your bench sits decorated in cushions blankets and candle lights, lightly dusted in the falling snow. “I remember everything from that night. I was not able to forget. Being back with Anna was not enough to forget it. Not seeing you was not enough because I already knew the truth - “ The beating of your heart overtakes breath as you look up into his earnest eyes, melting as you see your reflection dancing in his orbs who have taken the colour of a sky on a summers day. Your eyes remain fixated as you realize Terrys body shifting so that he is no longer looking down but up towards you, kneeling in the white sea of flakes around him, tangling in his curls and making him an outwardly dream. A manifestation hidden in your heart ever since that night. “And the truth being that I knew that the only person I wanted to kiss through this decade was you. Now as this decade will soon come to an end but I had no patience to wait for ‘99 to ask you. Will you marry me?” *

 A strangled noise somewhere in your throat is all you verbally communicate ferociously nodding your head as you yourself into Terrys wide arms. Overcome with emotion you trace him over and over finding his cheeks his nose  “No tears love.” Terry hushes as his fingertips reach out to brush them from your cheeks as you nuzzle into him laughing and crying. Terry laughs, a deep angelic baritone tone vibrating against your chest as he engulfs your face in his hands kissing you like he had been starved for an eternity. A kiss that turns heated against the cold snow trickling nape and cheeks. Terry scrunches his nose in playful disgust as you sit up on him “I could have saved the deco part had I known you’d rather sit on me.” His hands find your waist squeezing lightly as you wheeze in laughter “Shut up Terry or I will think this over.” Hands quick Terry turns you so you lie pressed into a bed of snow his nose brushing yours as he gives you a lazy smile, lips brushing yours “It’s to late to back out now McCain.”

Part III Marriage!

this is going to be fun >:>>

Dylan and Frankie are Terrys best men (bcs I said so and i liked their relationship) 

That means the bachelor party is going wiiiiilllld

They arrange something in secret with some colleagues of the department and use some excuse to get Terry into the event

Dylan & Frankie take Terry to a “90s guys” bar with pool tables and vip rooms 

There all the others are already waiting for Terry, probably like a handful so that they are 10 ppl max. as Terry keeps a tight circle 

Frankie later introduces some strippers because hell it’s Frankie 

So the boys get pissed as hell (don’t we all love drunk Terry :PP)

bahaha we all know what that means

Terry doesn’t really bother with the strippers but he does get kinda itchy to see sb. - his somebody 

he will arrive home in almost feral state bcs he’s drunk and horney

and will kinda jump you 

“I missed you. Badly. There were many people. So many. But none of them was you.”

Take Bad Boy to bed 🥴

Soooo when ur party comes around you and Anna decide to step it up 

She insists on throwing a proper rager for you 

Of course this gets out of hand and one has to look twice to recognize your apartment 

Terry will shoo the other people from your apartment at some point after coming home purposefully late having been up in the Jazz Club until 5 in the morning

Will carry you upstairs in bridal style (PUN INTENDED) and change your clothes with you leaning against him half asleep half tipsy while you let him pull your top over your head

After having you brushed your teeth and tucked into the warm sheets man’s going to deal with the mess downstairs and clean the remainders finding the weirdest things. 

Terry will never address them. 

Or will he?

Planning the marriage takes up all nerves and Terry’s not that much of a great help even though he tries 

He doesn’t need much but whatever you say goes

Therefore he is the one in charge of massages and comfort when the pressure gets to much 

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Then comes the big day. FINALLY 

AND HERE U THOUGHT MEETING TERRYS PARENTS WAS SCARY WHEN HE ACTUALLY HAS HIS ENTIRE FAMILY WITH HIM NOW

Church wedding most likely because of the ceremony's sake 

It’s good weather for once in Chicago; the sky is brilliant 

A moment of breathlessness as your eyes catch his blue seas, them light with emotion seeing you step into the church, the sun light flooding in behind you 

The sweetest wedding vows, and the moment he says them the way he practically gazes into your soul, you know that he means every word of what he said and where you go Terry will go. Always

Honeymoon you spend travelling Europe briefly, visiting the Ireland and Terrys family that wasn’t able to come over exploring Terry herritage

The majority of your honeymoon you spend touring the Japan and its country side

You got married in spring so it’s cherry blossom season over there

Shrine visits in Yukatas 

Private Shrine visits without Yukata 

Lots of photos and collection of moments of this unique and one of a kind journey

Part IV Married Life Together 

When you wake he’s always there, like before but different. It'll as if overnight, through the words or the ceremony or the whatever you had interwoven into one another. As if there was no physical space dividing you in your respective bodies.. You feel him stir as you shift Terrys arms around you and he complies, still half asleep half mumbling while burying his nose into the tender skin behind your earlobe, warm breath soft as it touches your skin. There is nothing better, more vivid and alive in you these days as when you are together. The realisation that you belong to one another officially doesn't fail to knock the breath out of you once again. It still did. Signing the agreement to your new home, your eyes had marvelled at the surname on the paper. Somewhat surreal although so familiar.

You smile when being addressed at work in the early stages

The sound of your new surname ringing from your ears

Having Terry around always was already exciting enough in your shared apartment 

Buying a house is a different high

The house speaks through it’s furniture and tapestry; all the hours of work you have out into making the first “something” together that you both own

The house is overrun by cats Terry “finds”

A grand piano and various smaller instruments make their way into your home 

Hosting dinners at home

Nothing has changed with your morning evening routine besides the fact of being addressed as Mrs/Mr McCain by Terry occasionally before he pulls you into a quick kiss before heading off

Soon enough you find yourself expecting/ adopting a child together

Terry takes time off work to take of you during the last stages to look after you and your needs; prepare everything for the child's arrival

To many size jokes from everyone

(Holds your hand without flinching once when you’re in labour)

Will take time of work to help with the baby (in case you adopt a young child he will do the same) 

Plays the piano and writes music for his children (lullabies etc) 

Music will be an essential part of the McCain household 

No matter if Terrys teaching his children or just plays for himself, some tune will almost always be heard floating through the house

If Terry has a son he will teach him how to bind ties by the age of 5 haha

Taekwondo will be proposed but not forced though passively taught 

Outdoor activities and family vacations include going rafting in Canada, discovering Irelands marshes and finally taking you on that trip to the Caribbean 

I feel Terry McCain is a man who would try to make time with his family and bond with his children, trying to invest himself by interactive activities but his job would always remain a part of who he is. I can’t see Terry giving that up until he is at least 50. He wants to help people and especially needs a safe city for his loved ones

Oh the glare when your kid finally brings someone home 

Intense stare so they will not try anything funny

Will rough up any kid who mistreats his child like lol homeboy better move his ass before McCain get’s involved 

Will pick up and drive kids because he wants them safe but the compromise is that you go to the parents evenings in school because he can’t stand that and the other parents o.o

Lots of memories of his kids in the Jazz Club with him trying out different instruments

Jake and Dylan will be made godfathers, Anna the godmother and Frankie is the hip uncle that stops by occasionally and gets the kid(s) to pull pranks on their dad 

*END NOTE: I actually thought about just cutting this enitre part but maybe you enjoyed it. I thought about how Terry would propose and after self debating 

I came to the conclusion he would be the classic church straight out guy. Do you agree??! 

Also my shadowban is finally lifted so I will be accepting requests on this account again :DD

[asahicore]

hi!!!!!!!!! hello, im actually so excited to write this cuz ive just read “our secret moments” and aAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA, first thing, ive to say is i remeber recommending dress by tswift as a perfect song for this AND OMG u did use it <3 im so happy !!!!

okay, but lets get down to business!!

1.i loved that we got an inside on heeseung and what he has been up to!! it was really wholesome to read his own “figuring out i like my sisters best friend”, it was so cute and his overall makeover - that was fun to read!! also the bit of him meeting jake lmaoo that made me laugh ^^ i can totally see that !!!

2.the "lets avoid him" trope was what i expected and it was exceeded perfectly !! like yes!! thank u !! also chaeyeong seeing right THROUGH yn was amazing, yeah gurl u aint slick !!! but thanks for making the dumbass (yn) confront hee tho!!! bless!!!

3. PLEASE THE WHOLE MOVIE NIGHT STUFF??????? i giggled and kicked my feet like a little girl, omg, it was so amazingly written i could feel everything !!!every heart fluttering moment was described so well!!! I WAS AMAZED!!! and hooked on the story even more!!!!! their talk “so dont” 2eojiwfndwqdsjekwdsnjfsd making out in the kitchen was a superior scene!!!!

4. their "sneaking around" was also so well narrated!!! car is THE SPOT !!! omg and the star gazing :((( making out in the backseat tho 🤭🤭🤭

5. the pool party tho………consider me dead cuz it was so good, I LOVED THAT SCENE too, i mean..shirtless hee?? being playful in the pool? making heart eyes?? going on the slide with yn? kissing her THIGH?? MAMMA MIA !! :OO, toooooooooooo goooooooooooood 

6. ngl the fact that yn didnt tell Seeun the truth when she asked had me "oh NOO this is bad innit?" i knew this was not gonna end well whyyyyyy, i mean i get why cuz she was scared BUT :(((( 

7. and for the BIGGEST JAW DROPPING MOMENT OF THE FIC WHICH I READ LIKE THIS :OOOO,  the bedroom/shower scene HOLY FATHER AND THE HOLY SPIRIT!!!!! I ASCENDED… the dry humping  was so fucking hot,i mean , the idea itself BUT THE WAY U WROTE IT i was wowed and also they were so cute and heeseung IS THE BIGEEST SIMP EVER in a good way like his thoughts on not knowing what to do but doing what makes yn feel good……………………….god me when!!! REALLY IT WAS AMAZING!! THE SHOWER THO like i melted cuz of the whole "we can stay in our swim suit bby" was so adorable :((  AND THEY ACCIDENTAL I LOVE U I DIED I WAS NOT READY AND THEN IT GOT SO STEAMY??????????? HELLO??? I DIED SO MANY TIMES ALREADY LORD (emma) HAVE MERCY, it was too good, I swear to god them just wanting to make the other person feel good was and is the hottest concept and u made it CHIEF'S KISSES!!!!!! doll >>>>>>>>> ,

8. and then they were cuties again :(((( the morning scene had me melting i'm literally a puddle of fluff on the floor !!! let me walk u to the door and kiss u goodbye OH THIS IS NOT GOOOD GUYS !!! ABORT ABORT!!!!!!!!!!!!

9. ,............................ Seeun :(((( please the last scene broke my heart even though i know it was gonna happen, im so sad mann, i hope they gonna figure it out cuz if this has a sad ending then i will still read but my heart would never recover ANYWAY the way hee grabbed her but she just push him ->>>> emotional damage

UFFFFFFFFFFFF, THIS WAS 24K WORDS OF PURE MASTERPIECE, I ENJOYED EVERY BIT OF THIS, THANK U THANK U!!!!!!!!!!!!!1 It was so with the wait !!!! i'm so seriously in love with this !!! thank u sm for the time and work and everything that put into this it was MESMERIZING!!! the details and descriptions emma. ure insane, i swear u just so amazing!!! kissing ur brain URE THE BEST What the frick

emma i love u!! this made my weekend, i hope u gonna have a great week <3333 all the best ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

ps. this is so long im sorry :>

ANOOOOOOON !!!!! dont apologize omg receiving asks like these are the absolute best, i was smiling like an idiot and punching my pillows reading this thank you so so much !!! and omg thank you again for the song rec, it went so perfectly with the story!!

im glad u liked heeseung's part!! since gorgeous was all in reader's pov i thought it'd be nice to see how heeseung was feeling and have his backstory and all that... and yes jake hahaha he was really fun to write about

no cause thank god for chaeyeong otherwise these two idiots would probably still be stuck in their awkward phase 😭

AAAH movie night scene omg im so happy u enjoyed it !! i had kind of a hard time writing it cause i felt like it needed a lot of tiny details ugh so reading this is such a relief!! same for the pool party at first i had noooo idea how i was gonna write it lmao

im so glad u liked the smut part omg for some reason these are the scenes im always most unsure of !! but yeah these two are so sweet like they just want to make the other happy BUT AAAAH TY SO SO MUCH IM SO GLAD IT MADE U REACT THAT WAY 😭😭

and ikkkk yk how it is we needed at least a little bit of angst but yes dont worry i will give them a happy ending !!! which honestly i feel like is more realistic than a bad ending.. seeun and yn just need to talk things through 🥰

anon i seriously cannot thank u enough for this <333 ur the one who made my weekend !!!! when i receive asks like yours it makes me really happy to have started writing and posting on here :)) i appreciate u sm and love u too and hope u have a lovely rest of ur weekend!!!!<3333

[yaehao]

for the first time

summary: in which sunghoon has to figure out how to properly express his feelings for you

genre: highschool!au ; fluff? ; angst? ; poetry? idk

feat: park sunghoon ; 박성훈

wc: 4185

warnings: some metaphorical violence? ; some kissing lol but nothing too suggestive

note: I LITERALLY WROTE THIS IN MY SPANISH CLASS LAST WEEK AND KINDA TRIED A NEW WRITING STYLE AND DIDN'T REALLY EDIT I'M SORRY IF THIS IS SO BAD OMFG ackkk also, i hope this somewhat makes up for not updating sonder in a while LMFAO also also i snuck some song titles from b:c in so try and find them :P anyways i hope it makes u hate and love hoon all at the same time, i'm gonna go pretend it doesn’t exist ever again <3

Park Sunghoon doesn’t like having feelings for other people.

Park Sunghoon would much rather spend his waking hours figure skating, shopping, or playing with his dog than thinking about another person.

And that’s why, when Park Sunghoon sees you for the first time, he resents you. He resents how his heart skips a beat when the afternoon breeze pushes your hair out of your face. He resents that when he makes eye contact with you, a plethora of new feelings fills his chest and makes him want to explode. He resents Jake Sim for introducing you to him. 

Park Sunghoon isn’t curious about other people.

He prefers to focus on himself.

So the first time Jake hears your name fall from Sunghoon’s lips in the form of a question, he’s beyond surprised. 

Sunghoon resents you for making him want to know more about you. 

When Jake starts inviting you to eat lunch with his friend group, Sunghoon can’t tell whether he should be grateful or slam Jake’s head into the table. Perhaps he should be grateful. He never talked much in the first place, and now that you were around, he had something else to stare at rather than his own hands. Or perhaps he should slam Jake’s head into the table. The more he admired your existence, the more he didn’t understand what he was supposed to do with the infatuation blooming in his heart.

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Park Sunghoon is not mean.

He can’t even kill a fly without Lee Heeseung having to do it for him.

So when he gives you the cold shoulder, refuses to acknowledge you whenever you’re around him, doesn’t laugh when you say something funny even though everyone else does, and walks away from you whenever you try to talk to him, you can’t understand why. No one understands why. Sure, he usually took a while to warm up to people, but he never rejected anyone new in the friend group.

Sunghoon took an instant liking to Jay Park. They started hanging out by themselves just the week after they first met. Sunghoon looks up to Lee Heeseung more than anyone. He wants to dance and sing as well as he does. Sunghoon has been friends with Jake his entire life. There is no one he trusts more than him. 

Sunghoon treats you like you’re an inconvenience.

You attempt to text him and ask him if he has a problem with you.

Park Sunghoon blocks your phone number.

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The first time you hang out with him outside of school is at a cafe.

Jake had to beg you to go with them, his incentive being that he would pay for your drink and buy you any pastry of your choice. The idea of a free tea and cheese roll was too enticing to pass up.

Sunghoon likes how you look today, but he won’t admit it. Or maybe he does in the way he lightly pushes Jake out of the way and quietly hands the cashier his debit card to pay for your order instead. Behind you, Jay and Heeseung whisper to each other. Jake knows exactly what Sunghoon is thinking. You don’t understand what his motive is.

Park Sunghoon is an enigma.

After he pays for your order, he goes right back to ignoring you. 

Jay cracks a joke and you throw your head back as you laugh, hand coming up to cover your face. Sunghoon doesn’t laugh. He's too busy processing the sound of yours. Remembering it. Turning it into his favorite song. He thinks you’re the most beautiful person he’s ever seen in his entire life. He stops himself from telling you this out loud. 

While you’re caught up in laughter, Jake watches Sunghoon’s face. Jake only ever sees this type of expression on Sunghoon’s face when he accompanies him to the ice rink. Jake sees a certain sparkle in Sunghoon’s eyes that he only ever sees when Sunghoon perfectly lands a triple axel.

Jake can tell that Sunghoon is falling in love. 

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Park Sunghoon doesn’t understand his feelings until he steps foot in the rink.

Understanding begins to sprout in his head when he lands a jump, and wishes you were there to have seen it happen. He wants to impress you. Understanding begins to blossom when he forgets his next move because you take priority in his mind over his routine. Sunghoon has never let anything get in the way of his art before. The occurrence is terrifying and exhilarating all at the same time. Sunghoon has never found himself skating for anyone else other than himself before. 

For the first time, Sunghoon imagines what it would be like if someone else was on the ice with him. He imagines his hands grazing your waist. He imagines what it would feel like for his palms to press into your back if he were to lift you. He imagines you in front of him, moving in sync with him as he glides across the rink. 

His coach doesn't think she's ever seen him move so passionately.

Understanding is in full bloom.

Sunghoon never leaves the rink until he’s finished his routine perfectly. Full rotations on every jump. Spins as fast as he can physically muster. Just how he likes it. 

He leaves the rink that night earlier than usual. 

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Silence is only as deadly as one wants it to be.

You think Sunghoon wants you dead.

When you go to Jake's house for the first time, you are the second to arrive after Sunghoon.

Jake announces that he'll be back in five minutes. When he leaves the room, the atmosphere becomes a weight.

Speaking feels illegal. The only way to test the limit of the law is to break it.

"How long are you going to treat me like this?"

Sunghoon makes eye contact with you for the second time ever. Sharp eyes. Closed mouth. Hands gripping his phone tighter.

"I don't know what you're talking about." 

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When Jake wants to go ice skating, you don't refuse. Neither does Sunghoon. 

You are the only one unaware of Sunghoon's talent.

As you lace up your skates, Sunghoon is already stepping out onto the ice. This is the only place that feels more like home to him than home. 

Jake stands next to you, leaning over the edge of the rink. He watches your face as you watch Sunghoon. Your eyes fixate on him, watching. Admiring. Astonished. The rink becomes blurs of bright lights and colors around him. His allure is disrespectful to the beauty of the ice. He draws attention to him and only him.

Ice flares up when he runs the sides of his blades into the ice. He places his clammy hand on the edge of the rink. Head thrown back. Mouth agape. Heavy breathing. Sticky hair against his forehead. 

Gracefulness exists in the form of Park Sunghoon. 

You think he’s most beautiful when he’s in his element. He thinks you’re most beautiful when you exist.

He knows you’re watching him. This is what he wanted. He looks over to you and Jake.

You make eye contact for the third time.

Sunghoon smiles at you for the first time.

The first time Sunghoon touches you is when he takes your hand to help you onto the ice. You dig your toe pick into the ground as you push yourself forward. Sunghoon lets you hold onto his forearm, even if his heart is threatening to rip itself out of his chest. He doesn’t mind how slow you two move. He decides he enjoys skating with you more than setting a new personal best score.

You mumble about how it’s unfair how talented he is. Shades of pink bloom on his cheeks. He mumbles that it’s unfair how attractive you are. You fall on the ice for the first time that night.

Sunghoon laughs. He hasn’t laughed this hard in such a long time. The good kind of painful laughter. He knows in the future, he’ll think about this moment randomly and smile.

You spend the next ten seconds engraving his laughter into your memory instead of picking yourself up. You think that this moment is rare. 

Although, you wish for it not to be.

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Handling feelings is a difficult task.

Sunghoon realizes this at midnight when he and his ceiling come face to face. He has never once found silence to be uncomfortable, and yet he wishes that your voice was around to fill his bedroom. 

He unblocks your number.

Park Sunghoon calls you for the first time.

You don't understand why you didn't ignore his call. You convince yourself that you picked up the phone in case he needed something important. At midnight.

Sunghoon isn’t curious about other people.

Jake told you so.

And yet, Sunghoon asks you what your favorite flower is. Your favorite color. Your taste in music. Your favorite songs. Your favorite movies. Your favorite candle scent. Your go-to meal at restaurants. Your birthday. What your family is like. 

Sunghoon asks you if you believe in love at first sight.

“I don’t know… Do you?” Your voice is laced with caution. There’s a long silence after your words, anticipation growing thicker in the air. Your ceiling feels like it could collapse at any given moment. You can’t see Sunghoon on the other end of the phone when he runs his fingers through his hair. You can’t see the rise and fall of his chest when he takes a deep breath and searches his scattered brain for the right answer.

“Ever since recently, yes.” You can’t see when Sunghoon closes his eyes and sinks his teeth into the plush of his bottom lip. You wish you could take your own answer back. Tell him that you do believe. Sunghoon can’t see you when you pull your blanket over your head. 

“What made you start believing?” 

You know the answer. He knows the answer as well. Your words are an open invitation to profess.

Silence is only as deadly as one wants it to be, and you conclude that Sunghoon wants to kill you tonight.

Sleep takes you in her arms before she takes Sunghoon. He calls out your name, his answer is an empty bedroom. 

He doesn’t hang up the phone.

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The contrast between the gentleness by which he calls out your name and the harshness by which he disregards you is agonizing.

You’re not unintelligent. You’re fast to understand concepts, fast to convert thoughts to words. Quick-witted.

But Sunghoon has no algorithm to him. Now, he won’t even look at you.

Jake asks if you’ve been in a fight with him recently. Questions. Prodding. When you look at Sunghoon, he’s staring at his hands again. Fingers dancing with each other. You wonder if you should tell Jake about the phone call. You decide against it.

“No. Isn’t he usually like this?”

Jake doesn’t want you to think Sunghoon despises you. You know he doesn’t. Jake knows he doesn’t. Jay and Heeseung know he doesn't.

Sunghoon is the only one still trying to convince himself that he does.

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When Jake invites you to his house for the second time, you’re the second to arrive after Sunghoon. He doesn’t bother to look up from his phone to greet you. 

“I’ll be back, I’m gonna let Jay and Heeseung in.” Jake stands up to leave the room. He gives you a remorseful glance before he exits.

Heavy air. Deadly silence. Law-breaking.

“Do you have a problem with me or what?” The words leave your lips before you have the opportunity to contemplate them. Sunghoon’s lips are tight. The grip on his phone is tighter. He stares at you with apologetic eyes. His gaze contrasts his agreement.

“Yeah. I do.”

Jay and Heeseung’s presence lifts the room. You’re grateful. 

When the movie plays, neither you nor Sunghoon are focused on it. Sitting on the floor. He scoots closer to you. Caution shooting through his fingertips. He places his hand over yours. His knee bumps into yours. Your mouth parts, then closes again. No protest. You close the gap. Your head falls on his shoulder.

He holds onto your hand like if he lets go, he’ll lose you.

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Today, you wonder if Sunghoon is just a character you’ve made up in your mind. Someone to fulfill the romantic fantasies from your daydreams. He never felt real in the first place. His existence is inconsistent. Perhaps you have him mixed up with someone else.

Today, Sunghoon walks past you like you don’t exist.

Jake watches you intently. Sharp features. Lost eyes. Pursed lips. He cannot tell if you’re angrier about Sunghoon ignoring you, or the seeming casualness of it all. He treats you like he doesn’t spend movie nights at Jake’s house holding on to you like his life depends on it. Or like he’s capable of falling asleep without knowing you’re on the other end of his phone. 

You figure it’ll be harder to fall out of love than to fall in love. Still, it’ll be of less difficulty than trying to play Sunghoon’s game.

When you get home that day, Sunghoon attempts to call you. Your fingers hover over the green button. Pick up. Pick up. Pick up. The phone rings out until the silence of your room deafens it.

This is the first time you block Sunghoon’s phone number.

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Sunghoon looks for you with desperation. 

While he isn’t supposed to be curious about other people, he asks Jake where you are.

“Eating lunch with some other friends, I think.” Jake states plainly. He’s a terrible liar, but he knows you’re tired of Sunghoon. You want to stop inconveniencing him. Sunghoon doesn’t understand how to handle his feelings. You’re tired of waiting for him to figure out how, though he wishes you were patient enough for him to learn.

Distance holds your relationship at gunpoint. The pads of her fingers rest on the trigger. You command her to pull it.

She’s never been one to listen well.

Sunghoon hates looking like a lost puppy. Racing across campus. Scanning eyes. Searching. Soft drizzles of raindrops hit the concrete. Rain is more susceptible to hitting you when you’re moving through it rather than standing still.

When Sunghoon finds you, he’s drenched. He finds you eating lunch alone. An unwelcoming bench. Umbrella propped. Away from everyone else. He forces himself to walk up to you. To take your hands and pull you onto your feet. 

Sunghoon hugs you for the first time.

It’s not ideal. His body is cold when it presses against yours. But when his arms wrap around your waist, you can’t help but feel safe. 

You shouldn’t. It doesn’t feel right.

Sunghoon lets apologies fall from his lips. Begs for you to come back. His voice is starting to get irritating.

You tilt your head up to press your lips against his. He smiles against your mouth. Hands resting on your waist. Playing with the hem of your shirt. Slipping under. Feeling the bareness of your back. Fingers tangled in his hair. Dancing on the nape of his neck. Cupping his jaw. A pitter-patter of rain. You concur that his problem is that he can’t spend a day without you.

You and Sunghoon’s first kiss isn’t ideal. In fact, it shouldn’t have even happened. 

But it does.

You want it to happen again.

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Jake knows you well enough to know when you’re hiding something from him.

When you talk about Sunghoon like he’s a hindrance instead of working on physics homework, his suspicions grow. Jake has always been an observant kid. He thinks you talk about Sunghoon just a bit too much. He doesn’t wish to upset you. He just doesn’t think you know what you’re talking about.

“What happened between you?”

“Nothing.”

Jake knows you well enough to know when you’re lying straight to his face.

“You’re falling for him, aren’t you?”

Your intelligence is comparable to Jake’s. You study and ace tests together. However, he's always been just one step ahead. And in this moment, nothing occupies your mind except for the remembrance of the feeling of Sunghoon’s lips pressed against your own, cold rain against your back, wet hair entangled between your fingers. He tasted like vanilla.

A shiver runs down your spine.

“I don’t want to.”

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Nothing is allowed to take priority in Sunghoon’s life over skating.

He refuses to talk to anyone days before he has to compete. Days are spent on schoolwork. Nights are spent on the ice. Preparing. Working. Elegance earns its definition under the blades of Sunghoon's skates. 

Sunghoon has listened to You Are The Reason so often that although Heeseung is the one with perfect pitch, he swears he can name the notes of every piano chord composed.

When Sunghoon takes breaks, he lays in the middle of the rink, legs straight, arms spread. He wishes he could hear your voice again. He watches the entrance of the rink, hoping that you’ll walk in with Jake. 

You never appear.

For the first time, Sunghoon finds difficulty in recentering his focus. He is still imagining your waist under his hands, whether it be as he molds his lips against yours or guides you along the ice.

He thinks if he falls one more time, the ice might leave a bruise on his knees.

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Jake drags you to the arena fiercely. He doesn’t tell you why. Running up stairs. Choosing a few seats.

It isn’t until you see Sunghoon stepping onto the ice that you understand why you’re there. To watch. You know what Jake wants. For admiration to sneak her hands around your throat. To encase you. Trap you in. 

Sunghoon looks like he’s searching for something. Realization doesn’t hit until he locks eyes with you. Turning his head away quickly. A tingly feeling in his stomach. He’ll just have to apologize later for disappearing again.

He takes home another silver medal.

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Three soft knocks on your front door.

Sunghoon decides he can’t find his focus anywhere except in your arms.

Doors swing open, your mouth is on his before you can barely process what’s happening. Feet moving instinctively. Carrying you to your room. Swollen lips and clashing teeth. His fingertips find their home in the small of your back. Pulling you closer. He’s feverishly warm.

“Stop leaving me.” It leaves your lips as a whisper. His chest rumbles with a groan of approval. Whether or not he keeps his word is the only thought on your mind. 

-

His head is on your lap. Watching a movie that neither of you are really watching. He traces shapes into your thighs. Fingers playing with his hair. Timid air, an atmosphere begging to be shattered.

“What are we... doing?” Your question is genuine. Park Sunghoon is a puzzle you’re getting tired of trying to solve. He has no strategy. No algorithm. No handbook or instructions. 

Sunghoon responds by pulling your head down to him. A soft, longing kiss. You wonder who, between the both of you, will go insane first. 

This is the first time Sunghoon falls asleep in a bed that isn’t his own.

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“We’re going to be late for school.” You remark, attempting to peel yourself from the sheets.

He pulls you down. Arms wrapped around your waist. A tender kiss pressed to your shoulder. He has you drunk on his touch. Too dazed to think straight.

“Let’s just stay here for a bit.” Just a moment longer. Sunghoon doesn’t want to let go. As soon as he leaves, he doesn’t know the next time he’ll be back. He pulls you in tighter. He believes that losing this moment might really just kill him. He wants to imprint himself into your skin. Sunghoon wants to be remembered.

It’s never like you to skip class without a good reason. Diligence is paired with your name often. ‘A bit’ turns into too long. Regret doesn’t even breathe in your head. You’ll just have to make up an excuse to Jake later.

You cook breakfast for the first time in too long. A whiff of coffee floods your nose. His voice fills every hallway, every room, everywhere it's never been  before. Home hasn't felt this much like home for a while now. 

When he leaves, he also leaves his ghost. Blurry memories forever linger in your room. The indent in your mattress. His scent on your sheets. Visions of his figure sitting on the edge of your bed.

You want him back as soon as he’s gone.

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You know what it’s like to miss someone. Even if you don’t want to. Especially if you don’t want to.

You curse yourself for doing so. For not wanting to go back to sleeping without your back pressed against his chest. You wonder if you have this much of an impact on him as he has on you.

You don’t even think you’re supposed to feel this way about him.

It’s wrong how inconsistent he is. Irritating and confusing.

But when he exists, he does so beautifully. He’s captivating. You would trade anything if it just meant one more minute with him.

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Jake Sim is criminally observant.

Even in a bustling cafe, he can tell Sunghoon is playing with his fingers more than usual. His drink is getting cold. He avoids Jake’s eyes. Small sounds come from Heeseung’s phone. Jay adjusts the chain dangling from his neck. 

Sunghoon smells waiting in the air. They want him to speak. To say it. To hear the words come from him. Jay crosses his arms. Heeseung places his phone face down on the table. Sunghoon looks up. Jake raises an eyebrow at him.

“I think I’m in love.”

Sunghoon takes a sip from his drink right after. Jake smiles. Jay rolls his eyes and pulls his phone out of his pocket. Heeseung nods silently. Jake runs his fingers through his hair. He assumes it’s his turn to respond.

“We know.”

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Sunghoon understands what nervousness is.

 The last time you were at this cafe, Sunghoon undeniably fell in love with you, although he could spend hours denying it. Or at least trying to. He knows better now. Having feelings for you isn’t wrong. Admiration isn’t wrong. Making room in his life for someone other than himself isn’t wrong. It isn’t weak. It isn’t deadly.

Falling in love with you isn’t wrong.

He searches with timid eyes. Darting back and forth from his phone to the door of the cafe.

When you walk in, Sunghoon swears his heart stops for a moment.

You see him and your stomach twists. Jake said you were meeting him today. Lies. You want to turn to leave. Step out and immediately call Jake and ask him what he was thinking. Locked eyes. Sunghoon motions for you to sit down across from him. Compliance.

There’s a drink waiting for you on the table, the same one you ordered last time. The same one he paid for. Twice now. You try to convince yourself that the label on your cup is more interesting than Sunghoon’s face.

His hand travels to his nape. He has trouble finding your eyes. Gaze cast to the side.

Waiting. This time, you don’t want to be the first to speak.

Sunghoon breaks the silence for the first time.

“You’ve unraveled me in ways I could’ve never imagined.”

He doesn’t play with his fingers anymore. He reaches out and takes your hand in his. Staring. Silently asking you to look at him. Eyes following his.

A smirk growing on your lips. Playful, cocky eyes. “Are you thanking me?” 

“Would it be wrong to thank you for teaching me what falling in love is like?”

Suddenly, the air is so much thicker. His gaze is worrisome. Had he said too much? It didn’t matter. There was no going back now.

“I love you.” Words you never thought you’d hear fall from his lips. 

A smirk turns into a smile. A smile he swears is designed just for him. One filled with comfort. Safety. Security. 

“Stay with me.” You almost plead. Your hand squeezes his.

“Always.”

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Park Sunghoon still doesn’t understand feelings sometimes.

He would still rather figure skate, go shopping, and play with his dog rather than think about another person. He still dislikes being curious about other people.

But still, he finds himself searching for you everywhere. During lunch on campus. When Jake wants to hang out. In the audience at his competitions. 

When he makes eye contact with you before he steps out onto the rink, he finds himself falling in love with the butterflies in his stomach. When he skates, he searches for your body under his fingertips between the piano chords of his compositions. 

Park Sunghoon is a gold medalist that night.

[heeracha]

## stolen pictures. — l. heeseung

content/warning(s): swearing :D, fluff, lowkey whipped!hee x higkey whipped!reader, unprood read

wc: 0.5k

note: and once again, another episode of linoragi sucking at titles. anyway, hope u guys like this. wrote this in the middle of a power interruption last night. also, thanks to @rising-ashes's beautiful mind that came up with this idea bcs i told them i have 2.2k pics of hee now.

“take a picture, it will last longer.” heeseung once said, teasing you when he caught your eyes staring at him. he didn’t find it creepy, no worries. he’s just… very flustered. he isn’t over the fact that he got so lucky to have you as his significant other, now he has to deal with your heart eyes? good thing you never noticed his bright red cheeks whenever he catches you staring at him with your heart eyes.

with that being said, you chuckled, looking down. heeseung softly smiles, taking your hand in his as you lean your head against his shoulder.

take a picture of him? not a bad idea. and that’s exactly what you did. god, you were such a big simp. every opportunity you get, you do take a picture of him. wait, no, no, no. you take pictures of him, lots of it. but your favorite picture of him is probably when he was goofing around and he couldn’t hold his laughter anymore. he was fucking beautiful when he laughs and it never failed to make your heart warm.

one night, you two were with his friends, hanging out when heeseung, jay and jake suddenly needed your phone for something. while you were going to the kitchen, heeseung asks for your phone and you give it to him with no hesitation. heeseung opens your phone to see cats as your lockscreen. he softly chuckles, putting his thumb on the censor of your phone to read his thumb. he remembered registering his finger print in your phone and thankfully, you didn’t remove it.

fuck. now, heeseung feels himself blushing like a tomato when he sees your homescreen. it was him. a stolen picture, your favorite one. you never flaunted your relationship in social medias, but when you do it’s always a picture of him smiling cutely or just a stolen pic. but this one, he never saw this.

“hyung,” jake calls.

“yeah, yeah. i’ll be with you.” heeseung says as he goes to your gallery. honestly, he expected your gallery to be 50% cats, 50% you and him. but he didn’t expect to see an album for him that had… 2,218 pictures.

he goes inside the kitchen, looking at you. “baby?” heeseung calls and you hum, looking at him. he turns your phone to him, showing you what he saw and now, it was your turn to blush.

“i thought of this stupid thing, um,” you stammer, chuckling. are you seriously getting shy with your boyfriend? “you caught me staring one time and you told me to take a picture, it will last longer and i… did.”

heeseung chuckles, scrolling through your phone. “that was months ago.” he says and you shrug. you come up to him, wrapping your arms around his torso as you hide your tomato-like face on his chest. heeseung wraps his own arms around you as he lightly laughs. “baby, are you flustered or something?”

“yes,” you mumble and heeseung laughs. he presses his lips against your forehead as he smiles widely.

“you’re too in love with me.” he teases, squeezing you lightly in his arms and you whine, tightening your hold on him as he laughs. he just honestly hopes you don’t hear his heart beating too loud even if he’s sure that everyone in the house could feel it. but he lets you know anyway. “but it’s a good thing because i’m so in love with you, too.”

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[nikrangdan]

enhypen x short!reader

pairing: enhypen x short!reader

genre: fluff, comedy

description: how enhypen would react to a short reader!!! this was requested btw i hope u guys like 😁 ive written separate headcanons for sunghoon and jay before but i wrote more here anyways 😏 THERES A COUPLE CUSS WORDS IN HERE

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HEESEUNG:

okay lets get this straight

hes literally the tallest member in enha

and then ur the shortest in ur friend group

POWER COUPLE ⁉️⁉️⁉️

im literally crying bc when u guys are standing facing each other heeseung is just looking straight over ur head LIKE UR NOT EVEN IN HIS LINE OF SIGHT

and THIS is why he always has his arm around ur shoulder or he makes sure ur holding onto his arm or smthn

HE WANTS U TO BE WITH HIM AT ALL TIMES BC SOMETIMES HE CANT SEE U☹️☹️☹️

and when hes practicing he likes to bring u up to dance with him

like he holds ur hands and u just try to 💃🏻🕺🏻💃🏻 with justin bieber playing in the background

“i cant dance heeseung u know this” u stare up at him

“i know just vibe to the music~”

he finds it hilarious so hes giggling the whole time u two do a little jiggy

AND THEN HE GETS ALL SOFT AND TURNS U AROUND TO BACKHUG U AND FACE THE MIRRORS and he watches u guys sway back and forth slowly to the music

he loves the height difference and hes always looking at it in mirrors

JAY:

*takes a deep breath* ... JAYYYYYY‼️‼️

he probably mentioned how short u are a couple times when you first met but i dont think he would be the type to constantly point out ur height and tease u or smthn

BUT!!!!! he loves it

alot of clothes you like are often too big for you and hes like

I Am Here To Rescue You From Distress, My Love

Ur so thankful for him!!!

he loves finding clothes for you

shirts arent a big problem its mostly the pants

AND HE LIKES BUYING U PLATFORM SHOES

he says “u look so good”

Jay ur superman 🔥

idk he just thinks ur so cute

he likes to stare at u like 🥰🥰☺️☺️

❤️_❤️

Jay has such big heart eyes for u AAAAAA

when u two are in the kitchen u arent able to reach the high cupboards

SO HE BOUGHT U A HELLO KITTY STOOL

one time he stood on it and was like “y/n look”

you literally almost broke your neck trying to see him because HE WAS SO HIGH IN THE AIR

so high u were like “u got enough oxygen up there⁉️⁉️”

and then he said “u look like an ant” and he started dying at his own joke

But he never pulled that stool stunt again bc u attacked him viciously🤗🤗🤗

JAKE:

Wait im crying already

everytime i write about jake i have to take a break

hes literally too much for my heart

Okay

HE GIGGLE.....

he GIGGLE!!!!!!!

HE GIGGLES AT EVERYTHING U DO

Hes so obsessed with u its not even funny

he probably loves u more than u love him AND HOW IS THAT EVEN POSSIBLE BC HES JAKE SIM

His favorite thing ever is when sit in between his legs and ur back against his chest yknow

when u guys watch movies he feeds u popcorn like that

IM GONNA SAY THIS FOR ALOT OF THEM BUT

Head Pats!!!!!

He pats ur head alot or ruffles ur hair alot

and hes just so gentle with u

Ur like his little baby >_<

HIS BIG JACKETS WAIT

Jakes big fluffy bulky jackets

he wants u to wear them

and he

he zips them up all the way and puts the hoodie over ur head

and he just dies of laughter

Ur standing there like 🧍🏻‍♂️

“its getting hot in here jake”

you tried to flick the hood off but the chunky sleeve mixed with ur short arm was not a good combination so you couldnt even raise your arm

That made jake lose it and he just fell to the floor in tears😭

but seeing him so happy made u 🥰☺️ kinda so its okay

SUNGHOON:

Hello hand holder

i say this whenever write for hoon

but this guy🤝🤝🤝

Get those hands ready yall

mmm okay

he probably calls u shorty whenever he teases u

Rude ass 🙄

ur like “😐” and hes like

“im sorry” *attacks u in a very messy and unmannered hug to the point where u fall back onto the couch and almost break ur leg*

i bet he holds stuff up in the air so u have to jump up and attempt to get it😭 so evil

but he doesnt like seeing u suffer for too long so he gives it to u after like 5 seconds 😁

he teases u alot but when ur out in public hes like Bodyguard Hoon

Hes not letting anything happen to u!!!!

once again HES HOLDING UR HAND AT ALL TIMES

one thing he says he doesnt like but we all know hes lying is when u like to jump on his back and force him to give u a piggyback ride

he just accepts it

one time u fell asleep on his back and he was like

“uh y/n”

silence

yeah he eventually plopped u on the couch which woke u up

SUNOO:

Sunoo thinks ur so adorable 💧_💧

like u two could just be sitting next to eachother watching something

and u have ur legs pulled up to ur chest and ur arms wrapped around them with ur chin on ur knees

you hear him giggling to himself

u look over like ......🤨 “what”

“nothing y/n *giggles again* ur just so cute”

ur like Staaaaawwp and u push his shoulder

and then he pushes u back

AND THEN U START FIGHTING

Play fighting ****

u guys laugh so much 😭😭

sunoo likes to talk about you alot

to everyone

literally everyone

to the boys: “omg y/n fell trying to reach the garlic LMAO”

to his mom: “y/n went up to this guy thinking it was me and pushed him it was so funny”

to his instagram: “how did y/n fit through my neighbors doggy door and why”

PLEASE when u two have arguments for fun

u go jump on the couch so u can be taller than him

and u just stare at eachother before bursting out into laughter

he loves to show u off aaaa “heres y/n” ☺️☺️☺️☺️

JUNGWON:

EXPECT TEASING AT LEAST ONCE A DAY

Please i think id cry if i was friends with jungwon (AND NI-KI)

he play too much 😫 he actually has no chill

“can u reach this y/n? or should i carry you *evil laugh*”

but besides from the teasing he adores u so much

and theres some things you arent able to do

But hes so happy to do it for you!!! he loves feeling like hes doing smthn for u

He always has this proud dad look on his face whenever u literally do ANYTHING

u could literally pick a twig off the ground and jungwon would go 😊 thats my y/n

he likes to massage ur legs when ur just chilling on ur bed or smthn

hes got one hand massaging ur legs and his other hand massaging his own legs

“i’ll make us grow taller y/n!”

“what??? you don’t need to be taller jungwon, i do!!” u snatch the hand hes using to massage his own leg and plant it right back on ur own legs

he starts laughing really hard and u think ur the president of comedy now 🔥🔥

he likes feeling tall when hes with u

but he also likes being babied 🙁🙁

Plz give him head kisses and cheek pinches

NI-KI:

This kid is literally a titan

and hes crazy

picks u up BRIDAL STYLE and starts running around the room like an animal

like WHAT ???????

he says its because you’re the only THING around and he needs the exercise

and this kid is a teaser too😫😫

“y/n can you hand me the cereal up there? oh wait you cant”

you turn around like What the hell did u just say...

yeah he got a smacking that day

NO BUT SOMETIMES HE BE TAKING THE JOKES TOO FAR AND RIGHT AFTER HE SAYS IT HES LIKE

“im just kidding i didnt mean it”

Anyways

ni-ki is also very sweet

he offers piggyback rides and makes u little gifts

one time u got a cramp from being on ur tippy toes too long

he was laughing at first but then he saw ur eyes welling up with tears and he ran to u really fast 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

ALSO WHEN U HOLD HANDS you both always stare bc THE SIZE DIFFERENCE PLLLZZZSSMMMNXX

heres an analogy

ni-ki hands : whale :: y/n hands : seahorse

LITERALLY U CANT EVEN SEE UR HANDS ANYMORE

they just vanish into thin air and u guys think its peak comedy

“whered ur hand go y/n 💀”

[jungwonie-bae]

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ A love story between us ♪。·*. (teaser)

Sunghoon x fem!reader , reader is working in high school, reader is referred as she

genre- fluff, love at first sight trope, strangers to lovers,

word count- 0.7k 【705 words】 (real one maybe 5-6k words)

warnings- (this is not really a warning, but the season is winter) I’m so sorry, but more grammatical errors 😭

a/n- this is a little drabble for you guys yay and it might take a while

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7:02 am.

Today was the weekend, and the cafe was quiet. You’ve already cleaned and wiped all the tables, and started the coffee machines. Today was going to be another busy day. The cafe always opens at 7:30 sharp, so you had enough time to grab the new stack of cups, and get the register ready.

your only coworker, beomgyu, always came a bit late, but got to work right away. The bell rings as he walks in, and the two of you greet one another.

As you put on your apron, you scroll on your phone to play a calming playlist on Spotify. Beomgyu puts his apron on, and opens the window for the early morning breeze to flow through.

As the bell chimes, your boss walks in. He greets the both of you, and walks into his office. You run to the door, and turn the sign, the red ink “closed” written, was now turned into “open.”

You then go back into your place as the cashier. A few minutes later, your regular customers come in.

they are quick to go, ordering and paying quickly as well.

A bit later, a group of 3 guys walk in, chatting with one another happily. While they are ordering drinks, you feel someone’s gaze as you get their orders down. You look up, and- you feel like you’ve just seen the prettiest person in your life. Time seems to slow down.

you stare at him for a few seconds, before snapping out of it to tell beomgyu their orders. Turning back to them, (the person who is ordering for the group,) you almost forgot their name.

“and what’s your name?” You ask politely.

“sunghoon, s-u-n-g-h-o-o-n,” he says, the last part of the sentence a bit mumbled. You nod, and type his name down to print onto the sticker on the cup.

you smile at him, “your order is going to be ready in a few minutes. Is this a to go, or are you staying in?”

he looks over at his friends, and they all say their staying. You nod, and they go sit down. You smile to yourself, and hurriedly make their drinks. You put a little extra love into sunghoon’s, and cap it.

beomgyu finishes the other half of the drinks. “Order for sunghoon!” You shout. He comes up to you, and grabs the drinks quickly. While he brings it over to his table, his friends tease him about something. He smiles at their antics.

Heeseung whispers, “someone has a little crush. Let’s come back here tomorrow~” Jake nods at him, and grins. Sunghoon doesn’t notice the two.

meanwhile, you were busy hoping he will come back.

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The next day, you see the familiar face once again. But today, he was alone. The name you learned from him yesterday, sunghoon, was pretty awkward trying to order his drink.

you can see he is shy, because he’s hiding his face into his scarf. Cute, you think. His order is a to-go, much to your disappointment. You make his drink as you and beomgyu switch places, now beomgyu being the cashier.

you call out sunghoons name, but this time, you write your number onto his cup. You draw a little smiley face next to your digits, and smile to yourself. I hope he texts me, you smile.

—

as sunghoon grabs his cup, he smiles at you, but stops in his tracks on his way out. She wrote her number. Wait.. she wrote her number!?! He stops himself from squealing since he was already grinning like an idiot. He was definitely going to text you later.

He hurried home to his dorm, and immediately told his friends. “See, I knew she was into you!” Jake playfully punched sunghoons arm, while wrapping his other around his shoulders.

sunghoon grins, but his smile drops soon after. “But.. how do I start the conversation..? I don’t have any experience in this..”

Jake slowly turns his head and looks at the sulking male beside him. “Are you for real..?” Sunghoon nods. “Dude! You’re an absolute loser for this! How have you not had any girlfriends with that face of yours?!?”

Sunghoon doesn’t know what to do. Will jake help him?

[caravelstan]

(too little) too late | s. kiszka

authors note: slowly starting to write again thanks to gvf so :P here’s another sammy one. i’m slowly working on a jake one so that may be posted as well. i also suck at endings so... im sorry!!!! anyways hope u like it lol again sorry if its rough i’m going on 4 years of absolutely no writing lol

pairing: sam kiszka x fem!reader

warnings: angst lol but then fluff????

word count: 1.6k

summary: right person, wrong time. will they finally get their chance?

Her hands still as she hears her phone ring from beside her, brows furrowed in confusion. She leans over to look at the caller ID and her heart sinks, seeing his name come across her screen.

Sam Kiszka is calling...

It's not like they hadn't spoken in years or months, it's probably been about a week since she heard from the boy. There's no bad blood, never has been, but that doesn't stop her stomach from dropping. She places her guitar on the ground next to her, reaching for her phone.

"Hello?" She says softly, already chewing on her thumb with nerves. She hears Sam take a deep breath on the other side.

"Y/N..." He says, voice quiet but filled with so much emotion. She frowns.

"What's up?"

She supposes he's at a bar with the rest of the boys because she can hear chatter and music in the background, muffled, so she assumes he's stepped outside.

"They're playing your song." Is all he says. She can't help but laugh, leaning back against the couch behind her.

"Gonna have to be more specific than that, Sammy." She teases.

He chuckles, but it sounds forced. "The one you wrote for me."

She goes silent. She knows exactly which song he's talking about and a wave of sadness washes over her. It'd been a song she wrote in over a night, so overcome with her feelings and the heartbreak of Sam getting into a relationship, and then overcome by the guilt she felt. She hadn't deserved to be upset with him getting into a relationship when she had done the same to him almost a year prior.

Right person, wrong time is what she refers to her relationship with Sam. Their timings were always wrong, but deep down, they both were hoping for the other to be the right one.

"Yeah?" She finally speaks up, voice barely above a whisper.

"Yeah."

"Isn't that a bit depressing for a bar?" She tries to joke, but her laughter falls flat.

"Maybe," He's silent for a beat. "I never told you how beautiful I thought it was."

She smiles bashfully at the ground, watching her fingers pick at the carpet. "I never expected you to say anything about it."

"I never knew what to say. It's so... devastatingly beautiful. Josh cried the first time hearing it." She can hear the frown in his voice. "I'm sorry for doing that to you."

It's her turn to frown. "Sam..."

"Can I say something?" He cuts her off.

"Of course." Her frown deepens when she hears him take a shaky breath on the other end, her fingers clenching around her phone.

"It was always you, you know?" His voice sounds small, almost like a child getting scolded by their parents. It makes her stomach drop. "From the moment we met it was always you. I think I was too scared to admit that then and when I finally did it was... it was too late."

"That's in the past, Sammy." She says softly and tries to ignore the way her voice breaks at the end.

"I know, I just... never got to apologize. For doing that. To you."

"I'm sorry too." She doesn't realize there's tears in her eyes until she feels that familiar burn, a stray tear sliding down her cheeks.

They both stay silent and all she can hear from the other end is the sound of Sam's breathing and she tries to focus on that, eyes fluttering shut to calm herself down.

"I'd take it all back if I could."

"Why are you telling me this now?" She all but whines down the phone, eyes screwed shut as she tips her head back. The sound he makes on the other end is pitiful - a mix between a laugh and a cry.

"Because you're still the only thing I can think about," He says with a shaky voice. "Because no matter what I do, whenever I close my eyes all I see is you. Not her - you."

She should be angry at him. She should be yelling at him, telling him to go back inside to the boys and to her and to not call again. To stop thinking about her and them and to get over it because that's in the past, but she can't. She could never be mad at Sam.

"Sam," She breathes. "Why are you doing this?"

"I broke up with her."

Her breath hitches at his confession and she has to grip her phone in between her fingers, scared if she loosens them her phone will fall to the ground.

"When?"

"Um," He mumbles and she hears him sniffle. "A few months ago, actually."

"Why?"

He lets out a sad laugh. "She found out I still had feelings for you."

"Oh."

She's not sure how she should feel. Warmth washes over her body at the thought of him still having those same feelings for her, even after all this time, but she's still sad. She hadn't even done anything and yet she still was the cause for the end of Sam's relationship, something she promised herself she'd never do.

All she wanted was for Sam to be happy, and right now, he sounds anything but.

"Please say something."

Her heart lurches at his pleading tone and her eyes burn with fresh tears. "I don't know what you want me to say."

"That you still love me." His voice edged closer to a beg. "That I'm not too late this time."

"Sam..."

"Please." He begs.

"Of course I still love you,” She huffs out, reaching up to wipe at her nose. ���I have loved you this entire time.”

She hears him let out a breath on the other end in only what she assumes is relief. She tries to smile at that, the warmth washing over her body again, but she can barely muster one up as more tears begin to fall. This has been the moment she’s been waiting for and all she feels is sadness.

This is not what she should be feeling right now.

She should be jumping for joy, proclaiming her love down the phone to Sam, but instead she’s sitting in silence with the boy on the other end. 

“Can I come and see you?” Sam finally speaks up, voice small. She sniffles.

“Why?”

“I want to tell you I love you to your face.” He says quietly. “I want to do this right. I want you.”

She stares down at the carpet again, a sad smile tugging at her lips. “And what if we’re too late?”

“I don’t think we are.”

Another silence fills the air but she doesn’t feel as heavy as she did just a few moments ago. She listens to Sam’s steady breathing on the other hand, her fingers picking at her leggings she wore. His words filled her with hope - only a bit. She tries to never get her hopes up with most things, especially with Sam, but she heard the determination in his voice. He was being serious.

“Alright,” She says, fighting the new and very real smile from forming on her lips. Her eyes flicker around the room before dropping back to her hands. “You could fly out this weekend?”

“Or tomorrow.” 

“Or this weekend.” She says, a laugh bubbling out of her from his eagerness. “You said you wanted to do this right.”

Sam sighs but she hears the smile in his voice. “I did say that, didn’t I?”

“I think you can wait a few more days.”

“I’d wait forever for you.”

Her cheeks heat up at his words and she can picture his smug grin on the other end.

“Always the romantic, Samuel.” She says with a roll of her eyes.

“I’m serious,” He says. “I’ve waited all this time, I’d wait even longer. I’ve wanted you for so long, Y/N.”

Her heartbeat quickens beneath her chest at his confession and she covers her mouth with her hand to keep in the squeal that wanted to escape, happiness finally filling her body. If this all works out, if this all goes as she hopes, maybe - just maybe - they could be happy. Together.

It’s all she’s ever wanted.

“Well, you won’t have to wait too much longer.”

“Not long at all.” Sam says. “I’m booking a flight once I go back inside.”

“That eager to see me?”

“You don’t even know the half of it.”

They both laugh together until silence fills them again, but this time it’s comfortable. She’s smiling at the ground, tears long gone, and mind wandering to the whirlwind of emotions she felt in the last thirty minutes. She never expected this conversation to happen, let alone it ending in Sam coming to see her.

“I should go. Josh just came out here and he’s looking at me like I’m crazy.”

She laughs. “Tell him I said hi.”

“I will.” Sam says, and she can just imagine the smile he’s sporting at this very moment. “I’ll see you in a few days, yeah?”

“Yeah, you will.”

There’s another beat of silence before Sam softly says, “I love you.”

Her heart flutters, cheeks hurting from how wide she’s smiling but she doesn’t care. Any other time she’d tease him, remembering him saying he wanted to tell her those three little words to her face. She’ll just wait to do it when he’s here with her.

Just the thought makes her heart race.

“I love you.”

They say their goodbyes and she hangs up the phone, sitting it on the ground beside her long forgotten guitar. She stares off into her room, basking in the silence. She’s not sure what will happen from here on out with her and Sam, but maybe this time is their chance to do it right. She tries not to think of the what ifs, finally allowing herself to be happy for once.

Happy with Sam.

A giggle escapes her at the thought and her smile never leaves her face, not until she falls asleep, dreams filled with the brown eyed boy she fell in love with years ago.

[yangw0nnie]

keeper | kim sunoo x fem!reader

genre: fluff

synopsis: y/n, being quite the book lover, has always loved reading since the first book her mom bought for her. reading always had her undivided attention but kim sunoo, the literal embodiment of the sun, changed all of that.

warnings: none that comes to mind

word count: 1.7k

a/n: i wrote this at like 1am so not this is not the best i still hope u enjoy!!(´ ω `♡)

you’ve always been quite the book lover, your room filled with shelves, each one jam-packed with books from top to bottom. if you weren’t in class or with your friends, you’d probably be off somewhere with a book in your hands. you use it as sort of a way to escape from the chaos of the real world, and live momentarily in the lives of people who didn’t even exist but in your mind they did.

your mom would buy you short story books for you to read when you were younger, feeling excited for whatever story awaits you next. after finishing them, you’d immediately rush to tell her all about it. when you finished all your books (and even finished rereading them multiple times) you’d ransack your mom’s bookshelf for anything else to read. gradually, you’d read books thicker than the last, getting lost in the words written on each page.

(“y/n have you seen my books?” hearing your mom’s voice, you swiftly get off your bed and quickly scoop her books into your arms and under your bed. “no, mom!” running around your room, loitered with her books, you quickly hide the evidence. she finds her books haphazardly thrown under your bed later that day.)

you usually spend your spare time in the library (the librarian even knows who you are), reading books for who knows how long, getting immersed in the story. the plot, the characters, the setting, every aspect of the story makes you want to flip just one more page. if you could fill every second of your day reading, you’d do it, no questions asked. your day wouldn’t be complete without at least reading a few chapters from the book you’re currently caught up on.

kim sunoo, the sunshine of the campus, his fluffy cheeks, and bright smile could make anyone’s day better, but nothing could make his day brighter than you. he would always observe you from afar. every time he would catch you, without a doubt, you were lost in another book, each one different from the last. he’d always admired you, how you looked, your intelligence, your unconscious habits when your reading, and everything that is you. he swears your perfect, he always viewed you as this ethereal being. never really having the courage to introduce himself to you, opting to just silently admire you. (maybe admire was an understatement but he wasn’t going to admit that.)

you would fill his thoughts day and night, images of you reading stamped into his brain, your serene features so irresistible. he doesn’t remember when you caught his attention but he’s glad it did.

“he’s staring at you again”, yeji nudges you, subtly pointing at sunoo, and you not so subtly looking back at him. when your eyes meet, he quickly averts his gaze, pretending to be interested in his food by picking at it, his face heating up. turning back to your book, you continue on reading, “let him”, comes your short reply. “you’re always reading. this is the only time we get to spend together and your giving a book more attention”, chuckling, you close your book, and see her pouting. “i’ll treat you after class. just to make it up to you”, her face lights up instantly, “deal”, you look back at your book and continue where you left off, “aaanndd he’s staring again, i’m starting to think he’s planning your murder in his head”, you giggle, silently hoping he’s not.

~~~~~

“you’ve been staring at her for god knows how long, just when will you take action?” jake says exasperatedly, he’s been watching his friend stare in longing at you for weeks, its starting to get awfully exhausting. not noticing he was staring, sunoo quickly regains his composure, his ears reddening “take action about what?”, was he that obvious? “oh come on, don’t act clueless, you were literally melting just looking at her” jay states. “it’s practically in your daily routine to at least stare at y/n for half an hour, you should do something about that.”

“i um, i don’t know yet”

“well you better hurry, someone might snatch her”, heeseung snickers

sunoo quickly glances back at you, god, you looked so stunning, even doing something so minuscule, but you reading was just another level of gorgeous. you’ve always looked pretty doing something you loved, he could stare at your figure all day and he wouldn’t get tired, there was just something about you that pulled him in. you were so out of his reach, he never bothered to make a move, hell he didn’t even consider it. he wished he could be close to you, he wished he could spend time with you, he wished he could call you his, but alas he was just an admirer.

you keep sensing his stare on you more frequently, never really noticing it before. his constant interest in you peaks your interest. now you start silently observing him from afar, you stare at him in class, and analyzing him wherever you’d see him. you subconsciously take note of his cute traits, his eyes turning into crescents when he smiles or laughs, his nose scrunches when he’s thinking on a test, and his wide smile almost always never leaves his lips, oh how you admired his pretty smile. of course, yeji notices your sudden liking to the boy, you never gave anything other than books your attention so to see you taking interest at anything other than reading was intriguing.

“now you’re staring”, snapping out of it, you turn back to her, “no i’m not”, she raises one eyebrow and gives you a look that says really?

“i was just… observing that’s all”

“riiight, observing”, of course, she doesn’t believe whatever excuse that was.

“well, you were observing mr. kim sunoo with heart eyes, so i don’t think that’s just ‘observing’”, she does air quotes with her hands, further emphasizing her point, “okay, no i was not”, you were quick to deny, at least you don’t think you were, “girl, my eyes are working perfectly fine but whatever you say”

every time you’d see him, you’d notice something new about him, something that made him even more appealing. he was always a fascinating being. whenever he was in your line of sight, slowly, you’d forget the book in your lap, entranced in him. you were hypnotized by him, you wouldn’t even notice that your gaze was constantly on his form. unknowingly, you were wishing his oh so beautiful smiles were directed at you, and only you. (you refused to acknowledge the fact that he was currently living in your mind rent free, but obviously you would just chalk it up to admiration for his sunny demeanor) 

~~~~~

your stares never going unnoticed by sunoo, this is the only time you’ve ever given him your attention, of course he would notice (and the fact that you were never subtle with it). whenever he feels your eyes on him, his cheeks immediately turn pink, your sudden interest in him getting him all gooey inside. he indulges in your stares after being the one staring for so long, but with your eyes on him, he can’t focus on anything other than the thought of you. why were you suddenly interested? did something happen? were you silently judging him? his mind starts racing with thoughts, all of them being about you.

after the conversation you had with yeji, her words have been stuck in your mind all day. were you really staring at him like that? no you weren’t… were you? your mind begins filling with thoughts and questions you didn’t know the answers to (at least you think you don’t) you deny yeji’s accusations but with kim sunoo occupying your mind more than you would like to admit, maybe, just maybe, you were just too stubborn to accept that fact. deciding not to dwell on it any longer you go to sleep.

~~~~~

after weeks of just staring at each other while the other wasn’t looking, sunoo feels determined to finally make a move. after planning this for days, at last, it’s go-time.

it didn’t take a genius to know where you would be so he quickly went to the library. immediately spotting you with your head buried in yet another book, he plucked up the courage to walk over to you. halfway there, he suddenly comes to a halt, the more he gets closer to you, the more his nerves start to affect him, he suddenly thinks this might be a bad idea and running away may be better than whatever he was planning to do.

pushing his fears aside, he continues walking over to you. sensing someone’s presence, you look up. “um, did you need anything?”, he didn’t really think this far, like at all. words stuck in his throat, “hi?”, nervousness evident in his voice. not knowing what else to say, he gets straight to the point, “iboughtyouabook”, your head snapping towards him, observing his eyes, looking for a sign that he could be messing with you. your sudden attention directed at him made his face flush, looking at anything but you. “would you mind repeating that, but slower this time”, he clears his throat, “i, uh, i bought you a book”, he looks back at you waiting for your reaction or anything, really.

“i know you like reading so i asked yeji what book you’ve been wanting and i uhh… kinda bought it” with his head hung low to hide the tint in his cheeks (but his ears couldn’t mask how he felt), he presented the book to you with two hands, hoping for you to accept his gift. excitement flowing through your veins, you gladly accepted the book, you couldn’t hide the smile already forming on your face.

he bought you your favorite book you’ve always been wanting to buy and it’s hardbound. damn, he is a keeper. “you, kim sunoo, are something else”, closing the book you’ve been reading, not bothering to put a bookmark. abruptly standing up, you take his hand and run with him (more like you pull him with you) out the library doors and down the hallways, ignoring the librarian’s words (you would probably get an earful on your next visit, but oh well). running through the empty halls, you scream, “you’re mine now!”, feeling the electricity all over your body, you never let go of his hand. hearing your words, his smile grows bigger, he tightens his grip in your hand, and starts running with you.

after weeks of just staring, you thought that’s how far you’d only ever get, but now that he’s here with you, you were never letting him go, and he doesn’t plan to either.

a/n: didn’t really plan on it being this long🧍‍♀️ but oh well🤪 i wasn’t satisfied when i first wrote it so i kept revising it for hours(;﹏;) but anyhow enha comeback later at 6 pm kst!!🥳🥳

[taegyuun]

sooo ik reqs are closed rn but i was wondering what it'll be like to have an argument with enha? sorry idk a better hc writer so im sending to u 😭😭 anyway u can ignore this !! hope ur having a great day !! <3

genre: angst? idk, fluff

warnings: swearing

pairing: enhypen x reader

word count: 690+

notes: i know i said requests are closed but i’ve actually had this in mind and i was meant to do but i just never got around to this so.... also if i sound kinda repetitive in this then i’m sorry but i’m pretty bad at writing angst and thank you so much i appreciate it a lot !! also sorry if it doesn’t make sense i wrote this in my geo class LOL

♡ — LEE HEESEUNG

they wouldn’t happen too often but

when they do they’re were like middle ground?

i think it wouldnt be too bad but it also wouldn’t be great

he doesn’t like arguing so he’d make sure that if it was his fault to apologise as quickly as possible

and if it was your fault he’d try and stop the argument as soon as possible and make you realise what you’ve done/said

doesn’t raise his voice a lot

stays more quiet but if it gets really bad his voice can go up a lil

rest of the boys under the cut !

♡ — JAY PARK

stupid little arguments that are more jokes happen very often but they’re more like i said jokes

when it gets down to the real thing they’re not very fun-

jay probably has the worst temper out of all of them but hes pretty good at controlling it

but sometimes you say the wrong thing or just tick him off for an incredible amount of time - he might just y’know crack

probably raises his voice even tho he doesn’t want to

definitely takes quite some time to apologies but he probably needs time to himself to realise what he’s done

makes it up to you really well tho

♡ — JAKE SIM

hates hates hates arguing the most out of all of them

literally cant take it

him and sunoo are probably the clingiest in my opinion so arguing for them would be the worst

but arguments between you two probably started bc he got jealous-

idk he gives me kinda doesn’t-know-how-to-control-his-jealousy vibes

he might raise his voice but the second he realised that he did he will instantly quieten down especially if you got scared - probably runs over to you too and hugs you and calms you down

tries to end the argument quickly and apologies the second it’s over - same with jay hes really good at making it up

♡ — PARK SUNGHOON

like i said in my sunghoon as bf

he’d give you the silent treatment

but i’ve also read on someone’s post- i don’t remember whos blog it was but it was about the astrology sign and how they’d argue- that he would hate losing an argument and honestly i see that

he’d probably get even more annoyed if he didn’t win it ig

stays calm tho

i don’t see him as a type to raise his voice except when he’s stressed

he probably gets intimidating and might accidentally hurt your feelings but it’s not his intention-

takes a while to apologies

♡ — KIM SUNOO

i don’t see him as the type to argue

i cant even really think of a reason for him to argue with you

like i’m genuinely stuck

so i’m gonna say that hes gonna argue with you when your hurt his feelings or hes stressed

hes not one to take out his emotions on you but if you somehow hurt his feelings then he might

probably really sassy while arguing

accidentally hurts your feelings but apologises straight away

idk i just don’t see him getting into arguments y’know

♡ — YANG JUNGWON

has the best temper and never gets angry with you

but bc of that i also feel like when arguments happen they’re really bad-

or they’re nothing crazy

with jungwon i really don’t know bc it’s either really bad arguments bc they barely ever happen and that’s the only time you actually say everything at once

or they’re minor and over and done with in like 2 mins bc he hates arguing with you and is very understanding

so i think for him you can decide what you think suits him the most

but anyway for both instances he apologies to you quickly and makes sure you’re alright

♡ — NISHIMURA RIKI

stubborn

idk why he just gives me those vibes

hates losing arguments and probably is quite good at them

but he also doesn’t like arguing with you

might also give you the silent treatment if you piss him off enoigh

but bc he’s still young i don’t think arguments would be very bad or at least wouldn’t happen too often

he just loves you too much to ever let them happen