#enhypen one shot

[i2sunric]

𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐈 𝐌𝐄𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 (l.hs)

pairing: heeseung x reader (f)

summary: your daughter asks heeseung to tell the greatest love story of all and he takes the chance to narrate how he met you, the love of his life.

warnings: fluff & crack! (i tried), early 2000s au, kinda enemies to lovers, heeseung is down bad, they have a daughter, mentions of pregnancy, heeseung plays basketball, cuddling and kissing, light angst, mentions of leukaemia, parent’s death, if more lmk. NOT PROOFREAD

published: 23rd April 2024

wc: 6.2k

tag list: @stolasisyourparent @jaeyunsbimbo @heelvsted

Heeseung couldn’t bring himself to wake you up, knowing you were so exhausted from all the things you had to do.

Not only did you manage to prepare everything for Jia’s kindergarten, take her there and get to work in time but you also cleaned and cooked in your spare time, leaving little to just sit down and rest, which was why every time you sat down on the sofa, you ended up falling in a deep slumber.

He smiled fondly, covering your curled figure with a blanket and turned around with his hands on his hips “Tin Soldier.”

He called with a forced low voice, making Jia’s attention turn from the toy in her hand to her father, she placed her stocky hand on her forehead, standing at attention “Captain Hamster.”

Heeseung chuckled at her high pitched voice and scooped her up from the floor, taking her in his arms “Mission sweet tooth,” He booped her nose “Time for teeth brushing.”

Jia let out a whine of disappointment “But I want to play more.” She pouted, and if Heeseung didn’t know how much you’d get upset if Jia missed her bedtime, he’d let his daughter play to her heart's content.

“I know,” He pinched her cheek softly, earning a giggle “But I heard the tooth fairy doesn’t come to those who don’t brush their teeth before bed…” He trailed off, Jia’s eyes widened and she quickly climbed down Heeseung’s arms, hurrying upstairs. He could hear her small steps darting to the bathroom, making him smile writhing himself.

He glanced back at you, feeling such an euphoric feeling he thought his heart would explode.

Heeseung walked close to you and placed a featherlight kiss on your forehead, but your momma instinctive feelings made your eyes open up, alerted to your surroundings as you tried to get the sight of your daughter.

“Shh..” He soothed, caressing your cheek “I’ll prepare Jia for bed, mh?” He kissed the corner of your lips, your eyes already closed under his relaxing touch “You stay here, I'll take you to bed later.” You just let out a sleepy hum, your eyes too heavy to stay open more.

Heeseung went upstairs, following his daughter’s route and getting to the bathroom where she was already brushing her teeth, probably with a little too much toothbrush but it didn’t matter. He was glad she was trying.

Jia rinsed her mouth and opened it to let her father see how much of a good job she did, Heeseung smiled proudly “Great job, Tin Soldier. It's jammy mission now.” Jia giggled as she hurried off the stool that helped her reach the faucet and took Heeseung's sleeve, dragging him (more like, he let himself be dragged) to her bedroom.

The baby took her pyjama from the chair and placed it on the bed, “Daddy, can you help me?” She asked, clumsily removing her clothes.

Heeseung nodded, smiling as he saw her attempts at changing, despite still not majoring in it. In no time, she was clean and ready to bed, Heeseung tugged her under the blankets and sat by the edge of the bed, only the thin reflection of the pink night light illuminating the room.

They stared at each other for a few moments until Jia spoke “No bedtime story?” She tilted her head in confusion “You want me to tell you a bedtime story?”

“Mommy always does,” He explained, hugging her purple bear tightly “And what kind of stories does mommy tell you?” Heeseung asked, curious

“She usually recounts Tangled because she like a Flynn Rider.” Jia informed, making Heeseung raise a brow “She does?” Was it possible to feel jealous of a cartoon character? Probably not but Heeseung was crazy about you, so he’d make it a normal thing.

“Yes, but it’s always the same story.” Jia sighed, shaking her head “I want a more interesting one.”

Heeseung stayed silent, his lips forming a thin line as he tried to think “What do you want to hear about?”

It didn’t take much for Jia to reply “I want the greatest love story of all.” She answered happily, at her age, everything was about fantasies and unicorns.

So, Heeseung tried to think about the many love stories he knew, the famous tales he’d known growing up. There was Cinderella, The Little Mermaid and…. a candle lit in his mind.

“I’ll tell you the greatest love story of all,” He started with a cocky smirk “The best fairytale ever told.”

His words fuelled Jia’s curiosity as she snuggled better under the blankets, eyes sparkling “The wonderful love story of Lee Heeseung and L/N Y/N.”

Jia’s face was puzzled “But that’s you and mommy.” She stated and Heeseung nodded, smiling “Mommy isn’t a princess.”

Heeseung shook his head, but his smile never disappeared from his lips. “No, she’s my queen.” He ruffled Jia’s hair “So, do you want to hear it?”

“Mhmh!” Jia hummed in response “If mommy is a queen then I am the princess.” Heeseung let out a low chuckle, nodding “Yes, you are our dear princess.”

Jia smiled widely, one of those smiles that made your days uncontrollably better and sweeter “Tell me, tell me.” She incited her father

“It all started on..”

⪩⪨

A rainy Thursday afternoon. It was the perfect time for a cinema hang out with friends. You stood in front of the long line, it seemed like everyone had your same idea since both elderly couples and families with children were buying tickets and popcorn. You waved your hand to a young boy who was staring at you while holding a sachet of popcorn bigger than him, he waved back, making you smile.

You turned your head to see that most of the queue was gone, so you surpassed some of those people who never moved and just stared at the menu. You already knew your order, so why would you wait for them to choose?

The cashier who looked like he could really do a vacation asked in a monotone voice “What do you want to order?”

“A packet of Twizzlers.” You said but your voice did not seem quite like yours. You turned your head to the side just to meet a pair of big eyes staring at you in disbelief.

You two narrowed your eyes at each other, a staring battle that would declare the winner. Why were you acting that way? Because the packet of Twizzlers was the last one, and if that pretty boy thought he could steal it from you, he thought wrongly.

The cashier cleared his throat. “It’s the last one.” He stated, holding the dear packet of candies in front of you two

“I was there first.” The boy tried to defend himself, making you scoff “He was talking to me.” You raised a challenging brow.

“I clearly saw you cutting the line.” He blamed “False accusation, do you have any proof?”

“You were at the end of the queue just two seconds ago!” He exclaimed, making you smirk “You were staring at me?” Pink flashed instantly on the guy’s cheeks “No.” He tried to mask it, but you could clearly see some frustration in his features

The cashier cleared his throat once again, snatching your attention. “Just decide already, or I will.”

“No!” You both screamed, side eyeing each other once again “They’re mine.” The boy said, making you roll your eyes, “Your name ain’t written on them.”

“Neither is yours.” He raised his chin, an attempt to make you see he wasn’t backing down.

There was a moment where you two stared at each other, silence filling the place except for the vociferate inside the cinema halls, waiting for the movie to begin.

“Rock, paper, scissors!” You both exclaimed at the same time again, showing your hands. He cursed under his breath, seeing your petite hand that represented paper wrap around his closed fist which was rock.

“I won.” You said mockingly, throwing a few coins on the counter and taking the packet of twizzlers in your hand.

You were walking away when the cashier called you “Miss, excuse me?” You turned around and raised a questioning brow

He waved the coins you used to pay for the candies “You’re missing ten cents.”

You widened your eyes, checking your jeans pockets. You were sure you took the right amount of money, had you miscounted them?

An hopeful grin spread across the guy’s lips, taking the pennies from the cashier’s fingers and walking toward you “Guess this should be mine.” He tried to take the packet of Twizzlers but you moved your arm

He sighed, shaking his head “Listen, darling—“ “Don’t call me darling” You snapped at him, a frown on your face

He placed two surrounding hands between you two “Alright, my bad.” He then pointed at you and the dear packet of candies “You don’t have enough money, but I do, so just give it up and go watch your movie.”

Your mouth fell agape, staring at him in disbelief. However, you had nothing to counterattack anymore and had to stay still when he took the packet, replacing your hand with your not enough coins and paying for it to the overtired cashier.

The boy winked at you before disappearing down the corridor that led to the halls.

A movie just wasn’t the same without Twizzlers, but instead of doing twenty cents charity outside the cinema to buy at least a coke, you hurried inside the hall that projected ‘The Notebook’ and tried to find your seat, despite the room being dark already. Fortunately, there was at least ten minutes of advertising, so you had enough time to let yourself fall on the seat with a loud thud, earning a few ‘shhh’s from other people.

“Girl, what’s wrong with you?” Your best friend, Sunoo asked “What took you so long to come back? I thought you got lost or something.”

You shook your head, a defeated expression painted on your face “Someone stole my Twizzlers.” You fake-dried a tear

“Aw, poor you.” Sunoo patted your shoulder, knowing your tradition of eating candies and drinking coke while watching a movie “It’s ok, I’ll share my coke with you.” He took the giant cup and placed it on the armrest between the two of you. You smiled at him and focused your attention on the movie that started.

You felt a familiar scent filling your nostrils, you slowly turned your head and raised a brow when you noticed that not only had that boy stolen your candies, he was also eating them on the seat beside yours. You had not noticed it when you first sat down, but now you could clearly see his silhouette enjoying the snack that should’ve been yours.

As if feeling someone’s stare on him, he turned his head and met your angry gaze, his eyes widened a little before they turned into two half-moons, a smug grin on his lips. You exchanged no words but the way he was acting was so mocking it made your blood burn.

You gave your attention back to the film, not wanting to fuel his ego by acting affected by his childish behaviour. Yes, it was childish, but you were more petty so it did anger you. Who did he think he was to act that way?

The movie continued, even if you were painfully aware of the parasite beside you, you were able to follow the whole plot line until the ending scene was replaced with the closing credits. Murmurs filled the cinema room, the lights went on and you heard.

Sunoo was crying rivers beside you which made you chuckle, he had already finished his third tissue when he said “I’ll run to the bathroom.” To probably cry some more and try to fix his swelling eyes later. You were about to follow him when you heard a sniffle from your other side, you turned around and your eyes lit up when you noticed the stealer crying.

He raised his head and hid it behind his hands when he noticed you were staring. A heartfelt laugh escaped your lips “Don’t laugh at me.” He mumbled with a clear runny nose “You bet I am.” You sat down again, waiting for all the people to flow out and leave the exits freer “That’s what you get for stealing my snacks.”

He peaked at you from behind his fingers. “It’s not my fault you’re broke.” You tsked at his false-not-so-false statement “It’s not my fault you’re a crybaby.”

He side-eyed you and you side-eyed him back, just like Sunoo had taught you. The boy tried to dry his tears and runny nose, which was both unhygienic and impossible with one palm of his hand.

You felt a little pitiful for him and sighed, taking a tissue from the small tissue box and handing it to the boy.

He eyed it warily, not sure if he should’ve accepted it or not. “It’s not poisonous, unlike your germs.” You waved it in front of his face and he accepted it with a groan, blowing his nose and drying his tears.

He crumpled it and put it in his jeans pocket, staring at you while gulping down in a nervous way. You chuckled teasingly “What? Is the venom acting up?”

He rolled his eyes and took something from inside his hoodie’s pocket, “I saved this for you.”

You stared at the red candy stick he was holding out for you with a frown “What?” You asked, puzzled. Heeseung just sighed, acting unbiased. “I was full, don’t think I did it out of kindness.”

“What’s your name?” You asked suddenly, making him widen his eyes “Careful, you sound interested.”

You pursued your lips “Just answer, yeah?” The boy placed the candy on your palm, standing up.

You hadn’t noticed it, but he towered you by a lot just with you sitting, you didn’t imagine how you would have to pull your neck to look into his eyes by standing in front of him.

He stretched, lazily placing his hands in his pocket “Heeseung,” He beckoned to you “Y/N.” You replied

“Thank you for the tissue, Y/N.” He said and the way your name rolled from his tongue made your stomach turn. Whether it was disgust or attraction, you didn’t dare to label.

“Unthank you for the Twizzlers.” You smirked and turned on your heels, walking away before he even had the chance to talk to you more.

⪩⪨

“You cried over a movie?” Jia asked in an accusatory tone “I’m a sensitive person.” Heeseung huffed, blinking faintly

“I think you’re just a cry baby.” Jia raised her chin proudly “I didn’t even cry when I went to the dentist.”

Heeseung sniggered softly, booping his daughter's nose. He couldn’t help but always show some sort of affection towards her. The feeling of protection and longing was so strong whenever they spent time together. “Of course, you’re stronger than me.”

“Did you see her again later?” Heeseung nodded “Yes, but it was a lot of time later, like one month or so.” Jia widened her eyes “That much?” He hummed, running a hand in his hair “I was always awestruck when I saw her, it happened at the cinema and again…”

⪩⪨

“A 40, please.” Heeseung forced out a smile and handed the skates to the young girl who just asked. He was supposed to be relaxing at home but his brother decided to have a small trip with his girlfriend and obviously, it was Heeseung’s turn to cover up for him.

He had been handing skates that smelled like sweat and rotten cheese to people for four hours, and the thoughts of doing that for another one and half made him feel sick.

“A 38, please.” Heeseung’s eyes widened at the familiar voice, he raised his head and stared at your face through his bangs.

“You!” You both shouted at the same time, making the gesture of the Spiderman meme “What are you doing here?” He asked, eyeing you up and down.

Perhaps, it was the reddish lightning of the room, or the fact that your hair had grown a little, seeming like the perfect length for you; or the soft make up accentuating your face. Or maybe just the toxic fumes from the overused skates played tricks on his head.

“What’s taking so long?” One arm sneaked around your shoulders, making Heeseung raise a brow.

Oh, that was why you were there.

“My size is hard to find.” You lied, beckoning to Heeseung to do his job. Complying, he turned around and found your skates. passing them to you “Remember to take the safety precautions.” He said the same phrase he’d been repeating so many times and watched as you walked away with that guy’s arm still around your shoulder.

It shouldn’t have pissed him off, but it did. The way you smiled with him, helping him skating despite him was a lost case. Seriously, that guy sucked at skating, he had fallen so many times in just one hour.

Trying to distract himself, when he saw you approaching the counter bar, he started polishing the skates, but the urge to just talk to you was strong, so he approached you, sneakingly.

“Where’s your date?” Heeseung asked, cleaning the table with a sponge near where you were sat “Bathroom.” You replied nonchalantly

A soft frown curved his forehead “You’ve been sitting here for fifteen minutes, you sure he’s still in there?” At his words you smirked “You were staring at me?” Those same two words you told him when you first met.

You added “I saw him sneaking away five minutes ago, I just like to think he had a massive diarrhoea and didn’t actually dump me.”

Fucker. If he didn’t want to go out with you anymore he could’ve at least told you face to face.

The notes of ‘She Will Be Loved’ by Maroon 5 started playing as background music. Heeseung stared at you, you looked so gorgeous with your makeup, messy hair from the skating and the same bored expression you always wore, like nothing truly entertained you enough.

“What a loser.” He joked instead, earning a scoff from you “Why don’t you put yourself to good use and make me a smoothie?” You asked, sliding three coins on the counter.

Heeseung raised a brow, “I don’t know how to do it.” You raised it back “Don’t you work here?”

He shook his head “I’m just filling in for my brother.” You rolled your eyes “How useless.”

You were about to take those coins back when Heeseung stopped you, his hands brushing against yours “I’ll do it.” You smirked “A vanilla one, thank you.”

It was already late afternoon and the skating room wasn’t as packed as it was during the early hours, so Heeseung could put aside the skates sizes to make you a smoothie. Obviously, only to prove to you he was better than you thought, not because he wanted to cheer you up. Not at all.

Fiddling a little bit with the smoothies machine, he managed to make one, a little too liquid, but still drinkable.

He placed victoriously the glass in front of you, adding a straw inside “Here ya go.” You eyed it up and down, warily “Did you spit in it?”

Heeseung put a hand on his chest, acting wounded “You think so low of me.” You sighed while shaking your hand and took a small sip of the ‘vanilla smoothie’

“How is it?” He asked, hopeful. You just shrugged “Not bad for a newbie.”

Heeseung smirked, leaning against the counter, you could feel his body heat near you “Where’s my tip?”

You rolled your eyes, pushing him away “Nowhere.”

Your phone rang at that moment, you made a gesture for him to keep quiet and answered “Yes, mom… Yes, I know— at the, don’t shout, at the skating rink—“ A heavy sigh “Okay, I’ll be home.”

You hung up and hopped off the stool “Where are you going?” Heeseung frowned, “You haven’t even finished your smoothie.”

“Curfew.” You replied, waving your phone to him. He raised a brow “Don’t ask.”

Heeseung nodded, exiting from behind the counter, still in his brother’s uniform. Now you raised a brow “Where are you going?”

“I’ll walk you home.” You scowled, your face showing surprise “You’re working.” You stated

Heeseung pointed at the clock on the wall that ticked 06:03 PM. “Technically, my shift ended three minutes ago.”

“And why would you walk me home?” You asked “If something happened to you on the way, I’m sure your ghost would haunt me.”

You tsked, “I wouldn’t give you the honour to visit you when I’m dead.” Heeseung just smiled and nudged your shoulder with his “Lead the way, Twizzlers lover.”

You just rolled your eyes and walked out as he held the door for you “Let’s go, Twizzlers stealer.”

⪩⪨

“Why did that boy leave mommy?” Jia asked, her lips shifting to a cute pout “Because he didn’t realise what a treasure your mother is.” Heeseung answered, now sitting beside Jia with her small body curled under his arm.

“And you walked her home?” He nodded, laughing at the memories “Your grandfather went crazy when he saw me walk her home, I got a slipper thrown at my head.”

Jia chuckled as well, her soft giggles echoing through the whole room “What’s so funny? I got hurt.”

Jia chuckled loudly, hiding her face in her father’s chest “Grandpa still throws slippers at you.” She stated, making Heeseung laugh again “That’s right.”

“What happened then?” She asked, wanting to know more about her parents' love story. This was better than any prince and princesses tales her mother used to tell her.

“Later, I was forced to have dinner with them.” Heeseung started narrating, “After that awkward meal, me and Y/N grew closer. We kept bickering and fighting, but with her, no conversation was forced.”

Jia frowned “What does it mean?” She naively asked, of course she wouldn’t know this yet, so Heeseung explained “Sometimes, we feel forced to talk to others, however with your mother I didn’t even have to think about what to say, words just came to my mind.”

“Mommy seemed like she hated you.” The baby stated, glancing up to her father “She didn’t.”

Jia tilted her head “How do you know?” Heeseung smiled fondly, “I just knew.”

⪩⪨

“This one’s for you!” Heeseung exclaimed, throwing the ball to the basket just to painfully miss it. You laughed loudly at his fail “I hope that’s not how you flirt with girls or that explains why you’re single.” You snickered

Heeseung reached the ball and dribbled it around the court, his sleeves rolled up and his bangs sticking to the sweat on his forehead “Only with you.” He winked, making you act as if you were about to gag.

“Do you think I’ll be able to enter the college’s basketball team?” He asked, his voice sounding a little too serious for his usual playful character.

“We still have two months to think about college,” You frowned. “Let me live my summer without any thoughts.” Heeseung chuckled and threw the ball at you, which you caught before it landed on your face.

“I know,” He caught the ball you threw back at him “But I truly want to get a scholarship and maybe become a basketball player.” His tone may have been indifferent but his eyes were full of insecurities that could not could not be ignored.

You had been enemy (friend) with Heeseung long enough to know he had two things he deeply cared for: His family and basketball.

He was the High School team captain but hadn’t managed to receive a scholarship to enter the Sports faculty, which meant he had to rely on his own skills and money.

That wasn’t a problem, you know his family would always support his dreams, but there was something that Heeseung did not tell you about. You had a feeling, however you didn’t want to assume things. He’d tell you when he felt like it.

Your expression softened, you jumped off the railing and moved closer to him, stealing the ball from his hands, that he let you do, and taking a shot.

The ball entered the basket, making you smile proudly “You’re the best player I know, Heeseung.” You said honestly, nudging his shoulder with yours. The ball bounced back to you and you scooped it from the floor, placing a hand that signalled to Heeseung to wait there.

You rushed to your bags and took something he couldn’t see. He waited patiently, following all your movements.

You turned around and showed him what you did— holding out his basketball ball with a smiley face drawn on it “You just have to believe it too.” The smile on your lips matched with the ball’s one, but yours shone brighter. Heeseung felt a warm feeling spread all over his chest, something tickling his heart.

“Not as good as me.” You smirked playfully, taking another shot that missed the basket “Cause at least I fail gracefully.”

Heeseung shook his head, his lips curling into a small grin “You free tomorrow evening?” He suddenly asked and you quickly replied “Not at all.”

Heeseung knitted his brows “Why?” You sat back on the railing “The new season of ‘One Tree Hill’ is airing, I wouldn’t miss it for anything.”

He reached for you, taking the new-styled ball in his hands and rolling it “Not even if I said I’ll buy you Twizzlers?” You pondered a little but then shook your head “Nah ah.”

“Damn.” Heeseung sighed, “I’ll watch it with you, then.”

You blinked faintly “You called my series trash yesterday.” Heeseung nodded “Well, they are.” He hopped on the railing beside you “But when I become the best basketball player in the world, I won’t be able to spend much time with you.”

You smiled, noting how he said ‘when’ and not ‘if’ “Finally some time away from you.” Heeseung faked being offended “I’ll say on national TV that you were about to sabotage my career.” You laughed “I’ll be making prayers for your downfall.”

You both laughed at whatever, teasing each other but knowing when to stop not to upset the other.

“Eight PM, tomorrow?” Heeseung questioned, “I don’t want you in my house.” You answered, laughing “I’ll climb the window.” You immediately shook your head, knowing he could manage to do it, because he had tried once “Fine, loser. Roast beef for dinner, take it or leave it.”

Heeseung smirked, biting his bottom lip “Not you as a meal?” You widened your eyes, pushing him off the railing “What the hell.”

“Ouch—“ He fell flat on the floor, “That hurt.” You wiggled your brows “Serves you right.”

“Oh yeah?” He said, tone flirty as he took the ball and hit you hard with it, making you fall “How dare you!” You started chasing after him while he ran away.

If anyone saw you from afar, they’d think you were two people madly in love with each other… and you were.

You just hadn’t realised it yet.

⪩⪨

“You wanted to become a basketball player?” Jia asked, her voice filled with sleepiness, but she wanted to know how the story continued, so she fought her eyes open.

“Yes dear,” Heeseung placed a featherlight kiss on Jia’s hair. “I played basketball and was the best player in the world— or so Y/N thought.”

“But you don’t play anymore.” She stated and Heeseung shook his head in response “No, I don’t.” Jia yawned softly “Why?”

He sighed sadly, gulping down “Before I went to college, my mother passed away.” Heeseung held Jia a little tighter “She had leukaemia, which is a very bad thing,” He explained easily so that his daughter could understand “And I needed stability, I needed something that basketball couldn’t bring me.”

Jia looked up at him “And what could?”

“Your mother.”

⪩⪨

You couldn’t believe you learned about it two days later. That day was the date of the funeral and you weren’t by Heeseung’s side. Truth to be told, you tried to reach for him a lot in the past few days, but his brother either shrugged you off or didn’t even answer the door.

You thought you did something wrong, but it turned out his mother died due to the illness that had been haunting her for over a year.

You should’ve realised it, you should be by his side, giving him the strength he needed to get through it. Which was why you were running despite the pouring rain, trying to reach the location of the funeral.

You didn’t care if you were going to be sick the next day, your fixed thought was Heeseung and just him.

Heeseung, on the other hand, had been painfully quiet and shut down. He hasn’t comprehended yet that he was going to live the rest of his life without his dear mother, facing the troubles and sufferings of adulthood alone.

The whole room was packed with relatives he had never known about, all giving him pity glances and condolences he didn’t need. He just wanted his mother back.

Sighing, he went outside to have some time alone. As soon as he stepped outside, the cold breeze hugged his body, making him shiver. The rain made his suit wet but he didn’t really care— maybe it would take the pain away with its drain.

He stared at the night sky, the moon and the stars watching him back, probably feeling pity for him too.

His heart was heavy and black, full of grief and sorrow. He just wished you were there to make it better. You always did.

Your smile, your playfulness, your sharp tongue. He liked everything about you, even your ugliest flaw.

As he was trying to fill his dull mind with the thought of you, he saw something rushing in the streets, towards his directions.

The figure kept coming closer and closer until a familiar face was lightened from the lightbulb.

There he saw you, standing under the pouring rain, looking ever so dreamlike. There was a moment where you both just studied each other’s faces, as if you hadn’t seen each other in forever— which felt like it.

Just a couple of days without you made him realise how important you are, how much he needed you. No words were exchanged, there was no necessity, you hurried your steps toward him and hugged him, your embrace so warm in contrast with the cold weather.

Heeseung let out a sob and then another until he was crying ugly on your chest, all the tears he wasn’t able to shed until that day. You rubbed soothing circles on his chest, gripping him tightly, afraid that he would shatter right there.

“W-Why..” He weeped, his voice breaking from the trembling of his lips, due to both the cold and his crying “It— It was too early.. Why her?”

You let him rumble nonsense, knowing how heartbroken and sad he was, you just held him through the pain, hoping to at least relieve some “I know, but I am here now, I won’t leave you.”

Heeseung looked up at you, his eyes glossy, his whole body soaked and nose reddened. Perfect regardless. You stared at him, afraid that if you blinked he would disappear, and he seemed to be thinking the same thought.

You placed your hands on both his cheeks, your thumb rubbing them. Heeseung gulped down, his long lashes and bambi eyes enchanting you, so mesmerising.

You didn’t know what you were doing until you felt his hot breath hit your skin, like one of Jupiter's satellites orbiting around him, getting closer and closer to him.

And then, like a crashing wave, your lips found each other into a gentle and soft kiss, his hands raising to brush against the nape of your neck.

You let out a sigh in his mouth, his hand grasping the back of your head, tilting it to deepen the kiss. It was an anchor that he needed, something not to give up for. You wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing his body flush to yours, both of you warming the other, protecting from the darkness of the world.

He was the first to pull away, his lips swollen as he stared at you “You don’t know how much I waited for this.” He whispered, shaking his head to emphasise his words. Your whole body trembled under his touch, his expression filling with worry “Are you cold? We should—“

You shushed him by reattaching your lips together, only one kiss not enough to calm down the desire, “No,” you murmured on his lips “You just make me feel so much it’s overwhelming.” He let out a small sigh, nodding as if to say he felt the same. His heart was beating so fast he could feel it in his throat, every best spelling your name.

“Thank you for coming,” He whispered and you smiled at him “You know I wouldn’t leave you alone even if I were a ghost— Sorry!” You exclaimed, realising it was not the best time to bring up the conversation you had at the skating rink.

To your surprise, Heeseung laughed out loud and pressed his lips on your brow, ever so caring “Please, don’t ever lose it.”

Puzzled, you asked “Lose what?” Heeseung smiled, “The spark that makes you, you.”

Your breath caught in your throat, his gaze intense as he studied those same features he knew by heart. You grinned back “If I had a packet of Twizzlers, I’d give you the last one.”

Heeseung bit his bottom lip, not able to hide the way his lips curled upwards everytime he was with you. “If I had a packet of Rolos, I’d give you the last one.”

⪩⪨

“You kissed mommy?” Jia’s voice grew softer every passing minute “Yes— but you can’t let a person kiss you until you’re eighteen, understood?”

“Why?” She asked, playing with the arms of her purple teddy bear “Because I say so.”

“Is the story finished?” Jia questioned with another yawn, as much as she wanted to hear more, her eyelids were becoming heavier

“I’ll make it quick,” Heeseung started, massaging Jia’s arm. “Mommy and I started dating after that kiss, it wasn’t official because none of us was truly ready, but we both knew what we had was magical.” He smiled within himself.

“Then, we graduated from college and I proposed to her,” Jia’s heart-lips opened to resemble an ‘o’ “With a ring?” Heeseung dipped “Yes, with a ring as beautiful as her.”

“It was an engagement ring, we made a promise to marry after university, and as soon as we got our degrees, we prepared for the big celebration— Your mother looked so perfect by the altar.”

Jia smiled sleepily, imagining how beautiful her mother must’ve looked with the wedding dress on, all candid and white “Like a queen?” Heeseung placed a kiss on her hair “Like a queen.”

“And a couple of years later, we had you.” He smiled happily. Heeseung was so satisfied with his life, and even if he had to give basketball up, he felt like he gained more. He had a beautiful wife, always by his side and a perfect daughter he’d protect with all his might (and probably throw slippers at her boyfriend’s too). His heart never felt so full of love and affection, he was accomplished.

“But the ending…“ He turned around to finish his sentence just to see Jia had fallen asleep, her breaths shallow and calm. He tugged her better under the covers, standing up from the small bed, feeling a little sore but joyful “…Still has to be written.”

He placed another featherlight kiss on her daughter’s forehead, whispering a gentle “Good night.” Before exiting the room.

He closed the door behind her back, hurrying downstairs with light steps. Heeseung saw you were still fast asleep on the couch. He removed the blanket from your figure and hooked his arms behind your neck and knees, scooping you from it.

You blinked your eyes open, your arms instinctively wrapping around his neck “Hee?” You murmured, your voice laced with sleep.

“Hey, love.” He nudged his nose with your cheek “Time to get to bed.” You hummed, snuggling closer, hiding your face in the crook of his neck.

Heeseung opened the door to your bedroom with his foot and slowly placed you down on the mattress. You opened your eyes again, staring at him through your half-lids “Jia?” Heeseung smiled reassuringly. “She’s sleeping, just finished telling her a story.”

He laid down beside you, wrapping the cover over your two figures, he shifted closer to you, holding you close “What story?” You asked, your voice hoarse “Just the best story ever.” He placed a sweet kiss on the corner of your lips

“By the way, I’m a better storyteller than you.” He bragged and you scoffed “Liar.”

“Maybe,” He chuckled, wrapping both his arms around your body “But do you know one thing I never lie about?”

You shook your head “I’d give you my last Rolo.” You smiled, he could feel it on his chest “I’d give you my last Twizzler too.”

[⪩⪨] END.

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[fakeuwus]

THE BOY IS MINE | PARK JONGSEONG SMAU ONE-SHOT

PAIRING: celebrity!jay x celebrity!yn (femreader) ft. enha 02z line + ningning

SYNOPSIS: in which yn and jay's relationship reveal breaks the internet

FACECLAIM: mayu kitazawa as yn and jung jinhyeong as jay (only the couple pics for him)

GENRE: smau, crack (i tried)

WARNINGS: cursing, ignore time stamps, yn is a bit crazy hehe

MESSAGE FROM NIC: 10 DAYS UNTIL JAY'S BDAY RAHHHH ‼️ 🦅🔥 ive had this idea for awhile and i needed to post it for my man hehe i hope yall enjoyed (pls tell me im funny) feedback and reblogs are appreciated, ilyyy 🫶🏼

video from slide 12 🔥🔥🔥 (theyre so hot pls)

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[stariekis]

ops ... just got caught !

pairing : idol!ni-ki + fem!reader . genre : fluff . cw : kisses and i think that's all <3 . wc : 2.3k

— synopsis : you must be very careful confessing your feelings, that said person might hear you ...

— notes : i love my silly lil awkward ni-ki 🤲🏻 i really hope you guys like it <3 as always reposts are very welcomed here ! ~

— 'Oh my god yes I do have the biggest crush on her can you guys like leave me alone'. the other six boys that were sitting on the table right in front of ni-ki were in complete shock.

For a bit hit of context ; Ni-ki and you are childhood best friend, both of you traveled together to Korea wanting to be idols. But some years later you found out that maybe the idol life wasn't for you and decided to stop training and started studying again. Both of you kept in contact, even though he have the busiest scheduel ever he always makes sure to save some time of his day to talk to you.

Because of your studies you've been living abroad for some time now so you and Ni-ki haven't seen each other after the day you move to your current city. This lead us to the current situation.

You were standing behind his tall figure, your mouth hanging open as you heard what the boy just said. Today was the last stop of their 'fate tour', which happens to be the city where you where currently living, and you decide to surprise him at the restaurant where they planned on eating after the concert ended.

When Ni-ki saw all of his friends looking behind him with such expressions he turned around slowly. That's when his eyes met yours.

He didn't know what to feel, he was happy obviously but when he realized that you might have heard what he just said he felt a wave of awkwardness taking over his whole body.

He turned around as fast as he could and tried to hide his face in his hands, wanting to avoid your gaze. — 'Well hello to you too big boy' you said giggling a bit, you came closer to him and gave him a back hug while he was still sitting on his chair.

While hugging him you took his hands out of his face and gave him a quick peck on his red tinted cheeks — 'You heard that didn't you?' Ni-ki asked, tilting his head to the side a bit to look at you, finally able to look at your eyes.

You nodded, your hands intertwined with his as you play with his rings — 'And if you want an answer, i also have the biggest crush on you' and right after you gave him your answer to his confession he turned to you and got up from his chair.

He stood in front of you, his hands holding your face. He looked at your eyes and mouthed a silent 'are you serious?', as soon as you nooded your head he closed the gap between the two of you, kissing you softly.

— 'You two, this might be a private area but we are still here, save it for later' said Sunghoon. Ni-ki pulled away and look at his older brother with the most terrifying gaze he has ever give them.

All eight of you spent the rest of the night together. They kept asking you about your life there and you gladly told them, all of this happening while Ni-ki looked at you with the biggest loving eyes ever while listening to you.

What a better way to end such a successful tour than this ?

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[flwrkisses]

tiktoks enhypen would make with you.

happy 3 years of enha!!! to celebrate here's my first ot7 enha headcannon !! i hope you guys enjoyyyy.

genre: fluff. established relationship.

warning: links to tiktok. i do not know anyone in the videos below. not proof read.

LEE HEESEUNG ‧₊˚❀༉‧

he's not one to outwardly ask to make tiktoks with you, or be really on top of current trends. however, you thought it would be funny to record his reaction to you playing the "water" song associated with the tiktok trend to see if he would look over. it was something most people were doing with their boyfriends and it looked funny. heeseung was well aware of the "water" trend and even did the dance for you one night to make you laugh. however, he did not know people were testing their boyfriends to see if they would look over in attempt to see a girl doing the sensual dance on the screen. so when you take the video you both can't help but laugh uncontrollably. watching him playfully sulk in the corner was also an added plus.

PARK JONGSEONG ‧₊˚❀༉‧

a lot like heeseung, jay is aware of tiktok and maybe some trends however he had never need the lipstick trend you had been dying to do with him. so when you show him the tiktok he can't help but smile a little at the fact that you wanted to do it with him. as you placed the kisses all over his face he giggled and looked in the mirror. it was safe to say that jay had never been covered in lipstick like this before so it made him extremely giggly. even made him want to snap a selfie once you had planted each kiss and made sure the lipstick stain was visible on his tanned skin. you'd have to film the video multiple times because he'd get a little too distracted while looking at you. theres no hiding the love in his eyes for you... fr.

SIM JAEYUN ‧₊˚❀༉‧

he was the one who saw this trend on his fyp and showed you the videos. he thought it was the cutest thing and literally begged you to film it with him. after a couple days on convincing you said yes. so on your way to your dinner date, jake props up his phone on a street lamp and with out rehearsing much filmed the interaction with you. what you didn't expect was for him to lean in and kiss you so passionately and aggressively as he did. in between kisses all you can hear were his happy giggles because he knew he took you off guard in the best way possible. so that one and only take was the one he used to upload, and man he was reaaaaaal proud about it.

PARK SUNGHOON ‧₊˚❀༉‧

you've been dying to post something cute with your boyfriend on social media, however sunghoon is so anti pda and couples content it took him a little bit on convincing. luckily, when you showed him this trend he realized he hardly had to be in the video and the focus was on you, which in his shy nature he really enjoyed. so when you guys went outside to film it, he didn't think about his speed or force. grabbing you to his chest a little too roughly made the both of you burst out into laughter uncontrollably. he obviously apologized for almost snapping you in half in between his sweet smile and chuckles. and when you both looked back at the video, sunghoon begged you to post it because he just thought the end result was way too funny not to put out there.

KIM SEONWOO ‧₊˚❀༉‧

sunoo loves scrolling through tiktok, he's on all the trends and knows all about the "sassy man apocalypse". and is very proud to say he is in fact part of it. he always talks about how you're so lucky to have such a soft, sensitive, and sassy boyfriend to keep it real with you all the time. however, he never thought you would make a tiktok like this and post it. he honestly had no idea why you were filming him while he played on his phone, and of course gave you the hardest side eye on earth. but, later you show hin the video you made and it made him laugh. he knew he had to watch his facial expressions moving forward because his face said it all in that video. yes you have a sassy man but you wouldn't have it any other way!

YANG JUNGWON ‧₊˚❀༉‧

being honest, jungwon has always let you know how much he hates cringy couple tiktok trends and tends to make fun of them. so one day when you're out in the park he sees another couple doing a rather sweet looking trend and it makes him want to immediately make fun of it. so when he gives you the idea of spinning and then running at you at full speed you laugh and agree. while filming you couldn't help but notice his bright dimpled smile coming at you at as he ran towards you. you fought the urge of stopping him in his tracks and kissing his excessively cute face and ran away as instructed. watching the video back, the both of you couldn't help but laugh. it ended up being much cuter than intended but, you guys were always an unintentionally cute couple.

NISHIMURA RIKI ‧₊˚❀༉‧

riki is the definition of your hype man. if you do something he stands and watches happily all the time and usually hypes you up while doing it. so when you pull out your phone and prop it up while on a walk home after dinner, he couldn't help but watch you dance to your little tiktok song. if he's being honest, he's not a tiktok type guy and a little like jungwon finds couple tiktok trends kinda cringy and honestly most tiktok trends cringe in general. he's always in his head about looking cool... but, when you encorage him to dance a little he gets kinda into it making it fun for both of you. looking back at the video he thinks it's funny and actually kinda cute. but he never expected you to post it. it was just a video of the two of you messing around like young people do, deep down however he's actually kinda happy you're showing him off... even if it is on tiktok.

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[wonifullove]

oh no, i think i’m falling; sjy

synopsis: best friend falls in love pairing: bsf! sim jaeyun x girl bsf! reader warnings: mentions of getting led on and stood up, period mentions sav notes: active era😁😁 ( my space )

[sanrikis]

mint choco hater 🍦– k.s

genre. fluff, non idol au, ice cream shop au, acquaintances to lovers (?) // pairing. non idol!kim sunoo x fem!reader // cw. cringe, flirting (?), vvv silly // wc. 1.2k // synopsis. sunoo works at an ice cream parlor and you’re their number one customer, freezing weather or not.

“here comes your favorite customer,” sunghoon’s voice rings out from the front. sunoo would never admit it, but he definitely perked up and almost jumped in joy at the sentence, before heaving out a sigh loud enough for sunghoon to hear.

“you can’t be serious. it’s like -10 outside,” sunoo huffs.

“oh i’m dead serious. get up here.”

sunoo rolls his eyes dramatically, but it was hard to hide his smile over the arrival of a certain regular in the ice cream parlor.

i mean really. it was -10 degrees outside. who wants ice cream in that kind of weather?

apparently this girl. and apparently she wants it in every kind of weather. the girl frequented the parlor weekly, sometimes daily, to get her beloved favorite ice cream flavor, (…). rarely was it ever something else that she got.

“it’s not even that good,” sunoo thought to himself. he was kind of still in disbelief over her appearance on today of all days.

“hello to my favorite ice cream parlor employee! how’s business today,” the girl questioned, a smile lighting up her face as she made her way up to the order station.

“very slow. i don’t know if you realized but it’s pretty cold outside.”

“oh i know… i just was really craving ice cream.”

“yeah…,” sunoo doesn’t know how to reply, so he asks, “do you want your usual?”

“not today! can you surprise me? ‘m getting kind of tired of(…),” the girl buzzes, her cold face beginning to warm up.

“surprise you?”

“yeah,” the girl nods.

“okay…”

sunoo grabs one of the cups and looks over the many flavors of ice cream.

“she’s practically had all of these,” sunoo thinks. “why is this so hard?”

then, his eyes glance over green and his eyes light up. “perfect!”

upon seeing his expression, the girls eyes trail over to where her look and she pales.

“not mint choco! i hate it,” the girl frantically calls to him, hands waving in a “no” motion.

sunoo can’t help but roll his eyes at her reaction, but still wants to manage to convince someone to try it.

“you sure? have you ever had it? it’s my favorite!”

“um i haven’t had it in a while, but most people don’t really like it and i’m not a big mint fan..,” the girl admits, her hands twiddling.

“cmon ice cream girl! try something new! you won’t regret it… if you do it’s on the house,” sunoo smiles, beginning to scoop the ice cream in the cup.

“…okay,” the girl whispers, hesitation laced in her voice. “if you say so my favorite ice cream parlor employee.”

“my name’s sunoo yknow. you can call me that if you want, since we see each other so much,” sunoo laughs, a smile beginning to form on his face.

“well you can call me y/n then sunoo,” the girl, y/n, smiles back at him.

sunoos smile is on full display now, a light blush dusting his face. it’s just first name basis… why is he so happy?

“okay y/n, here’s your mint choco ice cream,” sunoo beamed, sliding the ice cream across the counter towards y/n.

“thank you sunoo”

y/n grabs the cup but only stares at the ice cream, not moving to try it.

“don’t be scared y/n. it’s ice cream! it’s not gonna kill you,” sunoo laughs, coming around the counter towards the girl, but not before grabbing an extra spoon, “i’ll eat it with you,” he winks.

y/n feels a heat grow across her face, but does her best to keep her expression the same and act normal.

sunoo sees her face darken and a satisfied feelings envelops him. “atleast i’m not the only one who got flustered today,” he thinks.

“okay sunoo,” y/n whispers, looking up at him before looking back down quickly at the ice cream upon making eye contact with him.

“why am i acting like this? we always casually talk and make eye contact… usually he’s the more shy one,” y/n pouts to herself.

“okay count of three we’ll both take a bite okay!”

“okay…”

“1,”

y/n looks up at him again, fighting the urge to look away. she needs to be the confident one.

“2,”

sunoo notices her gaze and looks at her. a blush rushes to his face again but he maintains eye contact.

“3.”

they both bring their spoons to their mouths, y/n shutting her eyes as the ice cream hits her tongue.

“yup. not a big fan of mint,” y/n admits, her face scrunching in disgust.

“you’re being dramatic. it can’t be that bad,” sunoo laughs, reaching behind the counter to grab y/n a napkin.

using all the courage he had, he wiped some ice cream off of the girls lips, reveling in her face darkened once again.

y/n felt like her face was radiating heat, and honestly felt like she was about to short circuit.

“apparently it can. but atleast it was free.”

sunoo laughs again, bringing his hand up to cover his mouth.

“wow, he’s really pretty. how have i not noticed this before,” y/n thought to herself.

“y/n, did you really not like it,” sunoo asks, his head tilting to the side. y/n can’t help the smile that falls upon her face at the sight.

“i really did not like it.”

“why not?”

“i don’t like mint… like at all.”

“you’re a weirdo,” sunoo huffs put jokingly, “how can you not like mint but you’ll eat (…) almost everyday?”

“because (…) is good and mint is not. hope that helps,” y/n smiles.

“hmmm… what i think is,” sunoo starts, “that you came in with a bias and you didn’t give mint choco a full chance! you need to try it again some other day, when it’s not cold!”

“why would i try something i don’t like again a different time?”

“because we’re gonna go to a different parlor and eat it on a nice sunny day.”

“we are?”

“we are,” sunoo smiles, “if you’re not opposed to it of course!”

“i am not. so when do you want to have our mint choco redemption,” y/n questions, her eyebrows raising at the boy in front of her.

sunoo smiles again. he’s relieved she didn’t say no. but he hadn’t really thought that far ahead.

“not sure. can i get your number? to plan out the details of course.”

“sure.” sunoo pulls out his phone and y/n takes it from him and begins typing in her number.

she raises it and takes a picture before handing it back to sunoo.

when he looks at the new contact, a blush rushes over his face again.

“y/nie 🩷” accompanied by a very cute picture of y/n.

“very cute,” sunoo says, not realizing he’s talking out loud instead of in his head.

heat rushes to y/ns face as she tries to cover her face. she laughs, “thank you? your turn.” she hands her phone over to sunoo and he excitedly takes it.

he types and the holds the phone back as he puts up a peace sign and takes a photo.

“here ya go!” sunoo hands the phone back to y/n and she glances down at what he put.

“sunoo 🦊🧡”

“it’s cute!”

“i know!”

“okay i take it back,” y/n glares playfully, “but i kind of need to get going…”

“okay… i’ll text you when i get off,” sunoo smiles at her.

“i’d like that,” y/n smiles back.

“mhm… bye y/n.”

“bye sunoo… see you later.”

ೀ mia’s notes – i asked star if i could use her ice cream shop au idea for a oneshot and so i came up with this :D it kind of gets bad towards the end but i wanted to finish and post it, especially since i reached 200!!!! thanks so much teheheh!! i hope you guys like this :DDD

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[niki-phoria]

could i request a ni-ki x male reader fic where male readet is a gamer and is recently playing a game with a character named niki and myn is angry at it cause the character sucks at the game but ni-ki heard it and thought its about him and myn was like wait no its not about you 🥹🥹🥹 and they hug and kiss and be annoying couples

basically a reverse comfort fic (dk if its angsty or not <//3)

pairing: niki x male!reader (no pronouns used) genre: comfort/fluff word count: 444

includes: established relationship, this is short but idk how to continue it, i refuse to write angst lol

a/n: thank you for requesting !! i hope you like it :)) feedback is always appreciated <33

“damn it, nicky.”

the boy pauses at the sound of your voice as it filters through the door. despite being barely audible, he hangs onto each word. an uncomfortable feeling of anxiety and sadness creeps through him as he stops in his tracks to listen. a slight frown pulls at the edges of his lips as his mind races with possibilities of why you would be so angry - especially at him. 

you sigh, angrily cursing to yourself once again before he recognizes the familiar sound of your headphones hitting against the wood of your desk. your computer turns off with a small click before you stand up and make your way across the room to the door.

niki jumps back when the door suddenly swings open in front of him. you startle at his sudden presence right in front of the door. “niki?” 

“hey,” he whispers. his gaze only meets yours for a few seconds before falling back to the ground. 

you furrow your eyebrows, bringing a hand up to cup his cheek. your thumb gently strokes against his skin - a small habit you had picked up over the years of knowing him. of loving him. “is everything okay?” 

you can almost sense the hesitation in niki before he looks back up into your eyes. their darkness only ever gets more alluring - pulls you in the longer you look at the boy you’ve been lucky enough to call yours. “are you… upset with me?”

“what? no.” you step ever so closer to him, using the hand resting on his cheek to gently tilt his head up to look at you. “of course not.” 

“but i heard you earlier.“

a small chuckle escapes you at the realization of what niki means. he pulls back slightly in surprise before you reach up to wrap your arms around him. unconsciously, his own ghost against your waist, keeping you close to him in a tight hug. “the game i was playing earlier - there’s a character in it. her name’s nicky. she was annoying me the whole time. i was never talking about you.”

“really?”

“really.” you pull him into a sweet kiss; both of you smiling against each other’s lips. a small blush has spread up niki’s neck, making you chuckle at the sight when you finally pull away. you reach over to take his hand into your own to intertwine your fingers together. 

“come on,” you whisper. “let’s go cuddle.”

“i’d like that,” niki smiles. he leans in to press another chaste kiss against your lips before you pull him back into your shared bedroom, “nicky” now long forgotten in favor of laying in each other’s arms.

[dollyyun]

THINK LATER (HEARTBREAKERS) SERIES

ABOUT: This is a mini-series starring Heeseung, Jay, and Jake with respective love interests. This series is heavily inspired by Tate Mcrae's beautiful masterpieces, and it is encouraged to listen to her songs as per the titles as you read the series.

PAIRING: enhypen members x main fem ocs

GENRE: 18+ (mdni), college au, enha as ice hockey players, lots of angst, possible fluff. This fic is written in third pov.

WARNINGS: violence, drama, heartbreaks, expletives, possible smuts, heavy suggestive themes, alcohol consumption, toxicity.

STATUS: coming soon

TAGLIST: [open!]

GRAVE | LHS

SYPNOSIS: for as long as she could remember, they started off being in a situationship and eventually into something more that she knew she had dug her own grave, and yet, she wanted him to see her the way she wanted. she tried relentlessly hinting to him that she wanted them to be more than what they were, but she could never be compared to her sister, whom he had genuine feelings for.

PAIRING: non!idol heeseung x fem oc

GENRE: 18+ (mdni), college au, angsts, fluff, friends with benefits, one shot au.

WARNINGS: violence, drama, heartbreaks, expletives, possible smuts, heavy suggestive themes, alcohol consumption, toxicity.

STATUS: coming soon

RUN FOR THE HILLS | PJS

SYPNOSIS: their relationship used to be stable, always filled with healthy love and a lot of trust, until it all began to go downhill. despite how everything was a chaotic mess, she still loved him dearly and would always choose him over and over. but she should’ve known that her love for him would eventually kill her on the inside because he never loved her enough.

PAIRING: non!idol jay park x fem oc

GENRE: 18+ (mdni), college au, angsts, fluff, lovers to ex lovers to lovers, one shot au.

WARNINGS: violence, drama, heartbreaks, expletives, possible smuts, heavy suggestive themes, alcohol consumption, toxicity.

STATUS: coming soon

HURT MY FEELINGS | SJY

SYPNOSIS: he was her older brother's best friend. despite growing up together as next-door neighbours, they were nowhere near friends and only communicated whenever necessary. that was until college began, where they finally became friends, and her feelings for him grew tenfold. but all hopes were lost when she found out that he had a girlfriend who was the opposite of everything she ever was.

PAIRING: non!idol jake sim x fem oc

GENRE: 18+ (mdni), college au, angsts, fluff, brother's best friend, one shot au.

WARNINGS: violence, drama, heartbreaks, expletives, possible smuts, possible cheating, alcohol consumption, toxicity.

STATUS: coming soon

[wvnrqs]

mistletoe.

꒰ 　 lee heeseung fem reader 458 words established relationship fluff 𐙚　

a/n. happy first day of december !!

working shifts was definitely not on your christmas wishlist. but you needed the money, and the pay for working during christmas was doubled.

you we’re nearing your house, which was shared with your lovely boyfriend, lee heeseung. you looked at the christmas lights your neighbours had put up, sighing softly. how you wished you could’ve decorated the tree with heeseung (you tend to do the decorations on the day itself to make it more special).

you squinted because the snow was so heavy. your hair blew in the winds, the cold air tickling your neck. your hands were bare and practically freezing.

and there, despite the cold and practical snowstorm, you saw a familiar figure at the doorstep of your house, sitting down at the steps and rubbing his hands to warm them up.

heeseung looked up to see your surprised face as you stopped at the doorstep.

he stood up, greeting you with a quick peck on the lips. "how was your shift?" he asked, taking your hands and rubbing your knuckles softly.

you giggled. "it was alright. tiring, but alright. and what about you? looks like you’ve missed me."

"you have no idea.." he mumbled, resting his forehead on yours.

you were glad that your already red cheeks from the cold could mask your blush.

"also," he spoke after a moment of comfortable silence. "i decorated without you, since i figured you’d be working overtime today and going against the public holiday and christmas day AND boyfriend’s rule. so you don’t need to worry about whether santa will judge the house."

you chuckled. "okay, apart from the boyfriend rule. what rule did you implement that suggests that i can’t be an independent woman?"

heeseung rolled his eyes. "you know what i mean, silly. i don’t want you working too much, especially during holidays. and christmas! i still can’t believe you missed it. you should be getting as much rest as possible."

"of course. don’t worry about me too much," you said, bopping his nose.

heeseung smiled. "also, since you broke that rule and the holiday rule…" he cleared his throat. "you should at least follow one christmas tradition."

"what is it? do you want me to bake gingerbread for you or something…" you scowled.

heeseung laughed. "tempting, but that’s not what i was talking about."

"then what?" you asked, furrowing your eyebrows as you frowned.

he looked up directly above the two of you, gesturing for you to follow his line of sight. you followed.

a mistletoe.

you looked back at heeseung, who was already gazing at you.

his soft lips connected with your own cold one. he pulled you in for a sweet kiss, and you just about melted in his embrace.

you certainly weren’t freezing anymore.

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Taste of Our Memories – P.JS [박종성]

synopsis☆彡 in which a girl awakens from a coma and recovers her memories through her tastebuds.

pairing☆彡 non-idol!jay x fem!reader

warnings☆彡 mentions of food, violence, mention of blood, automobile accident, coma

genres☆彡 angst, romance, falling in love for the second time, one shot

cast☆彡 enhypen's jay + you!

[brackets]☆彡 text inside of brackets are her memories!!

>>>inspired by Netflix's "Flavors of Youth" and "First Love"!

Hwang Y/N was 21 years old when she woke up from a coma that lasted for three years. Her fingers twitched, and her eyes slowly scanned her surroundings, indicating that she was, indeed, alive and out of her vegetated state. Her wandering eyes met with those of a middle-aged woman whose features were similar to her own. A cold hand caressed her face, and watery eyes looked at her. Similarly, a middle-aged man stood behind the woman with the same glossy eyes.

"Who are you?" slipped out of Y/N's mouth. This was enough to make tears spill out of the eyes of the two adults standing by her hospital bed. The woman muffled her quiet sobs and was gently pushed to the side by the man standing behind her. In a shaky voice and through a sad smile, he spoke, "We're your parents. This is your mother, and I'm your father."

Shocked and frightened by her inability to recognize her parents, Y/N felt tears well up in her eyes, yet they would not spill. Wiping his own away, her father reached for Y/N's eyes and swiped her tears with his thumb. "Don't cry," he would say. "Here, drink some water." He unscrewed the bottle and held out the bottle for Y/N to sip from. The room temperature liquid slid down her throat, as she tried to calm herself down.

She didn't know why, but the water suddenly reminded her of her family's house near a lake that would become crowded during fishing season. There, she would recall herself and two adults (presumably her parents) on their way to said lake with fishing gear. The first fish she ever caught was the first memory to come back to her.

(^o^)/ <(밥 먹자!) 🥐

The first day after awakening, Y/N munched on a crunchy curry bun that came from a food stall residing in the park near the hospital. Her father bought her a dozen buns, "in case you get hungry later on" he would explain. The savory, spicy filling full of potatoes, carrots and minced meat filled Y/N's mouth, and the scent of it wafted in the air, causing her dad to steal a bun for himself.

The flavorful bun brought back memories of her first physical fight.

[Y/N's arm stung from being punched by a boy much older and taller than her. There was definitely going to be a bruise later. The male's large figure didn't intimidate her, however, as she persisted and swung her arms with all her might and kicked him wherever she found an open spot.

Behind her was a boy whose name or face she could not recall with two patrol guards following him. He was the whole reason why she was involved in this fight anyways. The boy had been shoved into a wall next to the entrance of the convenience store. Y/N assumed that it was a mutual fight between guys, as the boy she had been protecting looked like a typical tough, bad boy. She thought wrong.

Y/N stepped in when she witnessed the boy getting his wallet snagged off of him and getting punched to the ground. With her fastest speed, Y/N ran towards the thief and his victim with her school bag above her head. As she approached closer and closer, and as the thief looked back in surprise, Y/N flung her bag at his face, causing the wallet to drop. She picked it up and threw it towards its owner before being shoved by the thief.

"You have no idea who you're messing with!" A big fist stretched outwards. Y/N was moments away from being punched in the face. Unbeknownst to him, she had seven years of taekwondo experience tucked into her belt. Unluckily for her, her reflexes were not as great as her kicking strength. Although she took a great blow to the face, she countered his offense with multiple kicks. Y/N silently thanked her mom for signing her up for taekwondo. As she combatted the bulky teen, the other boy had brought two patrolling police officers with him to stop the fight and take away the man who attempted to rob him, which brings them to the current situation.

Y/N was pried off of the man as the two officers arrived in the midst of a hair-pulling competition. Her kicks deemed to be not as effective as she wanted them to be since her opponent sure knew how to block. Therefore, she resorted to the next best thing: pulling his hair until it comes out.

Once the two combatants were separated, the two officers held the thief by his arms, and the boy who Y/N had saved came up to her with a worried look on his face. "Are you okay?"

"I think I might have dislocated a shoulder, but I'm all good!" Y/N laughs heartily in response. Once she did not receive a laugh in return, she was quick to apologize. The boy noticed a bruise beginning to form on her cheek, so he commanded her to stay put as he ran into the convenience store. She picked up her bag and sat on the bench outside of the store.

The boy came back out with a small pack of frozen fruit and a plastic bag with two buns inside. Once he caught sight of her, he rushed over and held the frozen package of fruit up to her cheek where she had been punched.

"Woah, that's cold!"

"Sorry..." The boy apologized. He then pulled a bun outside of the plastic bag and handed it to her. "Here, this is a token of my appreciation for saving me."

"Looks delicious, so I won't say no!" Y/N took a big chomp from her bun filled with curry and melted into the bench. She looked at the boy and thanked him with a smile on her face, cheeks full of bread and curry.]

(^o^)/ <(밥 먹자!) ♥️

Later in the evening, Y/N sat mindlessly on her hospital bed while sucking on her teeth to get a piece of meat out from between. Her father's sudden appearance that came with the loud slam of her sliding door startled her and led to the girl biting on her tongue.

The metallic taste of blood brought back memories of an annoyingly painful paper cut she got in high school.

["Ah!" Y/N held her finger up with her other hand when she felt a stinging sensation spread across the pad of her index finger. A red horizontal line appeared, and more red seemed to peep out from the cut.

"Y/N! Are you okay?!" Y/N sucked on her index finger to get rid of the blood but quickly pulled it out once she felt the terribly painful sting on her finger.

"Just got a paper cut."

"Wait, I think I have a bandaid." Y/N watched the boy in front of her rummage through his backpack for his first aid kit. She watched as his hands pulled out a small plastic container labeled "first aid", and she watched as his hands gently took her own in his. He gently dabbed gauze on her finger before blowing on the cut. He then carefully wrapped a Pokémon bandaid around her finger. Y/N giggled upon the sight of Charmander.

"Thank you, $_>#%|."]

Huh, that was weird. She couldn't recall his name.

(^o^)/ <(밥 먹자!) 🍨

The second day after awakening, Y/N was greeted in the morning by her father with a fruit parfait in one hand and another in his other hand (probably for himself). He told the girl about the scolding he received from her mother about how unhealthy it was to be eating a parfait with that much whipped cream and sugar in the morning, but "YOLO" as he likes to say.

Y/N laughed and took the first bite out of her parfait. The perfect balance of bitter flavor from the matcha and the sweetness from the fruits and whipped cream danced in her mouth.

The harmonious teamwork of the parfait's ingredients brought back memories of her first date.

[Y/N played with the outside of her parfait's cup; the beads of water on the outside of the glass kissed her fingertips. Her eyes remained on the whipped cream of her parfait and would once in awhile glance at her Charmander bandaid or outside of the shop in search for her date.

Her head perked up when she heard the shop's entrance bell jingle. A unison chorus of "welcome!"s from the staff were heard. A body in a school uniform matching her own made it's way towards the table she sat at.

"Sorry I'm late! I was waiting for the florist to finish my order." The boy pulled out a small bouquet of her favorite flowers and offered it for the girl to take. The scent immediately entered her nose and caused a warm, fuzzy feeling to arise in her chest. She smiled sweetly at the boy before handing him a spoon and pushing the parfait in the middle of the table.

"Cheers." she prompted. The flavor of matcha, cream and fruits engulfed them in a state of happiness... that, and their presence in each other's eyes.]

(^o^)/ <(밥 먹자!) 🫕

Upon her third day of awakening, her mother was the one to visit this time. Y/N's morning began with the scent of fresh congee with green onions in front of her along with her mother sharing her story about nagging her husband to bring the girl a more nutritional breakfast the next time he were to visit.

"This is going to be your last breakfast in the hospital, dear. You're getting discharged tomorrow." Y/N's mother soothingly stroked the girl's head. "The doctor said you surprised her with your physical therapy results! She said you were able to stand and walk for a long period of time. That's impressive considering you've been asleep for three years."

"Kids in my class would have called that 'sleeper build'."

"You kids and your weird slang will never cease to confuse me."

Y/N laughed before taking a spoonful of congee into her mouth only to instantly regret it afterwards. Her mom scolded her for not blowing on it properly. The surface of her tongue burned with the piping hot congee being swished around, but it's homemade flavor was amazing nonetheless.

The warmness and subtle flavor of congee brought back memories of catching a fever and being unable to attend her school's function.

[Y/N turned her head in refusal to the spoonful of congee that her friend pushed towards her mouth. The boy sighed and put the spoon back into the bowl. He picked up the packet full of notes and assignments the girl had missed due to being sick and placed them on her vanity table. He sat down at the foot of her bed and sighed, still holding the bowl of congee.

"I know you're bummed about not being able to go to the dance, but you won't be able to go to any dances at all if you don't get better soon." Y/N childishly kicked the boy even though she knew it was true. The boy yelped and scooted further away from her. He placed the bowl of congee on top of the school packet. He stood up as an idea arose in his mind and pulled his phone out of his jacket's pocket.

With a curious look on her face, Y/N tried to peek at the boy's screen. He was quick to notice her snooping and turned his back to her before turning back around once a slow song filled the silence of the room. He placed his phone on the chair in front of the vanity table and held his hand out to the girl.

Although her heart was fluttering, Y/N held the blanket up closer to her face and scooted further back into a corner of her bed.

"You might get sick."

"Oh, I'm bound to get sick because of how many times I've been in here already during your fever." He walked closer to her. "A little dance won't hurt, will it?"

Persuaded by his handsome face and the slight teasing tone in his voice, Y/N rose from her bed and took his hand. He pulled her closer to him and placed his chin on top of her head. The two teenagers slowly swayed to the soft melody coming out of his phone. This was far from the glamorous night Y/N thought she would have, but it was far more perfect than anything she could have imagined.]

(^o^)/ <(밥 먹자!) 🌭

Upon her fourth day after awakening, Y/N was freed from the hospital. With a slight limp, Y/N walked down the sidewalk from the hospital and browsed the various food shops that lined the streets. Her giant black boot that the doctor said would help her walk was starting to get annoying; however, her hunger was greater than her annoyance. She wanted those cheesy, meaty sticks of heaven with potatoes on the outside layer. She walked as fast as she could towards a Korean corn dog shop with her mother quickening her own pace to catch up.

Nearing the entrance, Y/N reached out to pull the door's handle, but the door had already opened and collided with her forehead. She yelped and stumbled backwards from the sudden impact.

"Woah! Be careful, there!" A firm and sturdy arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her in to keep her from falling onto the ground. Y/N looked up and met a handsome face staring at her with concern. It felt like a sweet, long eternity being held in the arms of the man. His eyes seemed to widen for a split second once scanning the features of the girl's face, but maybe she was just imagining it. Ah, she must be in heaven. "Are you alright?" the man spoke. Nope, she was still on Earth.

"Oh, yes," Y/N regained her footing with the help of her savior and dusted off the imaginary dirt on her pants. "Sorry about that."

"No, it's not your fault! I should have checked if there was anyone outside before opening the door so hastily." The way he spoke reminded her of the boy in her memories. All she could recall were his mannerisms, the way he sounded and his height. His face and his identity couldn't be found anywhere in her jumbled brain. "Anyways, were you about to go inside?" Only then did she realize the man in front of her was an employee; the small cartoon corn dog on the breast pocket of his shirt gave it away.

"Uh, are you guys still open?" She pointed to the shop behind him.

"We were actually just about to close, but I can make you something before we do!"

"Oh no, I wouldn't want to keep you behind."

"I insist. Think of it as an apology for earlier." The man glanced at her medical boot and held his arm out, indicating that he would let her use it as walking support.

"Well then, thank you." Y/N smiled sweetly. Her first encounter with someone outside of the hospital was a disaster, but at least it led her to meet the handsome boy—who she learned was named Park Jongseong, or Jay as he liked his friends to call him—and to one of the most delicious cheesy potato corn dogs she's had in awhile (likely in over three years). She paid no mind to the private conversation between her mother and Jay, thinking that they were discussing the payment for the corn dogs, and she continued to idly sit at her table and munch on her food. She swung her good leg in delight.

The crunchy, sugary exterior and long strings of mozzarella cheese reminded her of the boy once again—this time of the beginning of their romantic relationship.

[The humidity of the air made their school uniforms stick to their bodies. Their sweat acted as the glue between their skin and the fabric of their shirts. Despite the blazing hot sun's angry presence, the boy walked a good twenty minutes from their high school to this corn dog shop with the girl. No shaded area shielded them from the wrath of the sun, but the journey was worth every step.

The corn dogs were as tasty as they looked. The excitement that took over the girl's body controlled her to order one corn dog in each flavor for herself while the boy had only ordered two. Appreciative of him walking through what seemed like hell to get here, Y/N gratefully paid for his food.

The girl happily swung her legs under the table as she finished off her first corn dog—the one with crushed dried noodles on the outside. Moving onto the second corn dog, she took a big bite and watched the cheese from the inside extend. The string of cheese stretched longer and longer until Y/N could not tilt her head back any further. The boy watched her with amusement as she tilted her head back once again to snap the cheese, but to no avail, the cheese only persisted. His adoration for her hearty appetite and her determination for any task given to her, both mundane and extraordinary, were only a few of the things he loved about her. It would take a long time to list everything he adored—maybe even longer than it would take for Y/N to finally break the never-ending string of cheese that seemed to stretch for eternity.

Chewing on the glob of stringy cheese she pulled out from the corn dog, Y/N nodded in victory and delight. She had transcended to her own world.

"Just watching you eat makes me full," he smiled while reaching his thumb out to wipe away the bits of sugar that clung to the corner of her mouth. "I feel like I could watch you eat forever." She only laughed and kicked him under the table.

"You better eat yours too! Before I gobble them up," she threatened. He laughed and picked up a corn dog. Without carrying out his primary intention of taking the first bite of his untouched corn dog, he held onto the stick of it and continued to watch her joyfully eat her third one. He knew how much she loved potatoes, so this one definitely had to be her favorite. He also knew how much he loved her and how she was definitely his favorite. Without much thinking, and due to his infatuation with the girl, he blurted out what he had hoped to confess for years.

"I like you." His confession was followed by a choked cough and Y/N hitting her chest to clear her airway.

"What was that?" she asked with a mouth full of cheese, potatoes and breading.

"I like you." Without a flinch, he confessed once again and moved onto taking a bite out of his corn dog.

"Then let's date." It was his turn to choke on his food.

"What?"

"I like you too, #%<^_."]

(^o^)/ <(밥 먹자!) 🍛

Upon her seventh day of awakening, and her third day after meeting Jay, Y/N shakily did her makeup in the mirror of her bedroom's bathroom. Her own reflection stared back at her with clumpy mascara and sloppy eyeshadow.

"Yeah, let's maybe not wear makeup today." Y/N threw away her mascara, concluding that it was expired and way overdue its time. The posters of all of the boy bands and shows she adored from high school decorated her bedroom. Besides the neatly fixed bed, it was as though she hadn't been in here for three years.

After wiping the makeup off of her eyes, Y/N waddled out of the room and grabbed her bag on the way out. She slowly descended the stairs and announced that she was going to a curry restaurant to her parents.

"Do you have your boot?"

"Yes, Mom!"

"Don't take it off yet! You almost fell the last time you tried!"

"I hear you!" Y/N slipped through the house's entranceway and met the cool winter breeze outside. This was her first time going out without her parents after waking up from her coma, but luckily she wouldn't be completely alone today. A black car stopped in front of her gates, and the tinted window of the driver's seat rolled down to reveal Jay with a hand on the steering wheel. He caught sight of her and waved.

"Ready to go?"

"Yup! I'm super excited to try that place." She excitedly waddled to the passenger's seat of his car.

Maybe she was a bit too excited and not because of the curry. Seated at one of the tables in the curry house Jay drove them to, she nervously flipped through the menu while continuously stealing glances at Jay. Distracted and clammy, Y/N ordered whatever her finger landed on in the menu, and the waiter paid no mind to her behavior. Instant regret washed over her as soon as she took the first bite.

The overwhelming amount of onions and spices burned her mouth and violated not only her throat once she swallowed, but also her nostrils as it was filled with the scent of onions. She was experiencing a heavy sense of deja vu.

"Wow, you're brave for ordering the spiciest thing here. Even their regular curry makes my mouth burn."

The extremely spicy curry that brought tears to her eyes and made her stomach cry for help allowed Y/N to recall her second date with the boy in her memories.

[Y/N coughed and spluttered as she swallowed her first spoonful of curry. To no surprise, it was extremely spicy just as its name, "Super Duper Spicy Eye-Watering Curry", implies.

"You okay? Is it too spicy?" He filled her glass with water. Y/N only shook her head and said she was fine despite how fried her voice sounded. This is the consequence of her own action, as she paid no attention when ordering and let fate decide what she were to eat that day. Despite her boldly asking the boy to date her, she was feeling shy on their date; this was only the second time they had been out together, but the first time as lovers. Her infatuation with the boy led her to eat the restaurant's spiciest curry available. She was surprised nobody had died from eating this.

"Here, I think you'll like this one." The boy took both of their plates in his hands and switched them. He didn't wait for the girl to say anything before chowing down on the gut-destroying curry in front of him. Tears really were brought to his eyes.

"Wait! You don't have to eat it for me!"

"I don't mind. Your stomach is gonna hurt later if you keep eating this."

"So is yours, silly."

"At least the restaurant won't be held accountable for false advertising. This really is bringing tears to my eyes, haha!"]

(^o^)/ <(밥 먹자!) 🍝

"What do you mean by that?" Y/N clutched the strap of her bag.

"Sweetheart, she didn't mean it like that–"

"No no, I'm not offended. I'm just confused why Mom is so against me going over to Jay's house for dinner. We're making spaghetti and watching a movie. Is there anything wrong with that?"

"I didn't say there was anything wrong with the spaghetti or watching a movie; I'm just saying that I'm not comfortable letting you be with him."

"Mom, I promise nothing is going to happen. Jay is a good guy, and you've met him already. At the corn dog shop, remember?" Frustrated and trying to contain her temper, Y/N's mother stayed silent and waved her off.

"Just don't stay out too long," she finally says before Y/N leaves through the door with a small "I love you" and "I'll be back soon".

Once their daughter leaves through the door, Mrs. Hwang looks at her husband and sighs.

"Why didn't you stop her?" Mr. Hwang gently strokes the side of his wife's face.

"I know it's painful, but we have to let her do this. She's been recovering her memories bit by bit, so who are we to get in the way?" He embraces her and feels the warm tears falling from her eyes getting caught on his sweatshirt. "I know, I know." He comfortingly strokes her head. "Let her find out herself, okay? We'll be there for her every step of the way. We can't keep one of the most important aspects of her life a secret from her forever."

A few hours after Y/N's arrival, the two sat on Jay's grey twill couch and chowed down on their spaghetti. Lady and the Tramp played on his wide flat-screen TV, and Jay watched as the girl intently paid attention to the movie in front of her.

"You know, I don't think I've watched this movie before. I can't remember if I have."

"Oh, is that so?" Y/N turned her head to look at Jay.

The reason remained unknown as to why her heart fluttered as much as it did in that moment she tore her eyes away from the screen and made eye contact with the boy who did most of the work when preparing their dinner.

The savory and slightly sour tomato sauce with minced meat paired with the bouncy pasta cooked to perfection brought back memories of her first kiss.

["?=*~\, can we please recreate this scene?" Y/N begged the boy as she showed him a clip of the spaghetti scene from Lady and the Tramp.

"I've never even watched the movie."

"You don't have to when I'm showing you all the reference you need." He sighed as Y/N tugged his arm to get him out of his chair.

"You're helping me cook the spaghetti."

And so she did. Well, tried to at least. Her sloppy meatballs did no justice to the perfectly presented and appetizing pasta sitting atop two ceramic plates.

"We don't need this one." Y/N pushed one plate to the side. The boy sighed for the second time and pulled out two forks from his cutlery drawer.

It took at least ten minutes for the two to give up on "coincidentally" picking the same strand of spaghetti and for Y/N to manually pick one out and give the other end of it to her partner.

Their faces inched closer and closer with every small bite of spaghetti. Y/N's face felt hot, and so did his, yet he would never let it show that this flustered him. Their lips were a centimeter apart at this point. Y/N stopped biting and hesitated to make the last move. Thankfully for her, she had a boyfriend that was willing to do it for her. Their lips met for a brief moment before they pulled apart. The tension that they shared through their gazes directed into the other's eyes entranced them to collide their lips back together for a longer, sweeter kiss than what was shared in Lady and the Tramp. He thought they were a cuter couple than those two dogs, anyway.]

(^o^)/ <(밥 먹자!) ☕️

Her heart pounded as much as her feet ached. She rested her back against the ice rink's outer barrier that was outside of the rink itself. The ice skating shoes she wore felt a size smaller than the size written on it should have felt. She didn't complain, though; after being in a medical boot for almost a month, Y/N felt free to finally stand on her own two feet, and taking a blogger's advice to go ice skating for leg-strength training was a great decision since she found an excuse to ask Jay to spend the day with her. Her hands were at a higher temperature than the rest of her body due to the warm cup of hot chocolate Jay bought for her. In his own hands was a takeout coffee cup in the same size, but it contained a white chocolate mocha latte inside instead of hot chocolate.

Y/N took the first sip of her drink, but she did not dwell on her recollection of the first time the boy in her memories said "I love you" to her after drinking hot chocolate on a cold night like this.

The brief "I love you" that had sent her teenage self into a spiral for weeks earned back its spot in her memory archive, but she did not recall anything else the boy had said that night. Instead of trying to remember, Y/N turned her head to look at Jay who stood to the left of her.

"This reminds me of my first boyfriend."

"The ice rink?" Jay responded.

"No, the hot chocolate. He said 'I love you' to me for the first time when we were out together on a cold night."

"Oh yeah? Must've been quite special." She smiled at him; its warm effect on his insides did a better job than the coffee he was drinking.

Y/N didn't know why she suddenly spewed out what she said to him, but she felt like it was something worth sharing. She considered the possibility that Jay might've not cared, but it didn't matter to her. She wanted Jay to know everything about her just as she was rediscovering everything about herself. It was a journey she wanted both of them to take even if she thinks that her travel buddy may not care in the slightest.

(^o^)/ <(밥 먹자!) 🍪

Despite the grumpy expression on her mom's face, Y/N watched as Mrs. Hwang took the box of cookies out of Jay's hands before thanking him and shutting the door in his face. In that same moment, she received a text message from him: 'I just dropped off cookies at your house. I gotta get to work, so I couldn't stay for long, haha. I hope you like them!'

She wanted to call him a liar because she clearly saw her mom deny his entry into their home, but she decided not to and thanked him for the cookies instead.

Determined to know what happens in the next episode of the drama she was watching, Y/N sprinted downstairs and snatched a few cookies from the box before going back upstairs. Paranoid about her daughter's leg not being fully healed, Mrs. Hwang yelled out for her to be careful or else "the boot goes back on!".

The cookies in her hands were still warm, and it left a good impression on her when she finally shoved one into her mouth. The sweet, chewy disc of goodness spread its flavor throughout her tastebuds. She couldn't help but roll her eyes and slouch in delight.

The very familiar recipe, however, struck a core memory that had been trapped away.

Jay's red velvet cookies surfaced Y/N's memories of a lovely picnic date turned sour.

["I can't believe we're graduating in a few weeks! Isn't that crazy?" The boy laughed in contentment as he stared up at the blue sky with clouds drifting by. He was met with silence from the girl laying down next to him on their shared picnic blanket.

"Hey, Y/N, are you okay?" The girl turned her body to one side and didn't bother responding. The boy placed his hand on her bare arm, and the warmth from it transferred to her cold skin.]

Y/N shuddered as a fragment of the memory came back to her. She took a bite from her second cookie.

["Baby, talk to me. Are you okay? Are you feeling cold? Is the food making your stomach hurt?" Annoyed by his questions, the girl pulled her arm away from his grip, and her skin was already missing the warmth of his. "Did I... did I do something wrong?"

"You're leaving me."]

Bite.

["Leaving you? What do you mean leaving you?"

"You're leaving me!" She sat up from her position.

"Why would I ever leave you? You know how much I love you!"]

Bite.

["You're leaving me to go back to Seattle aren't you? For that stupid culinary school!" She stood up.

"Y/N, I've been dreaming of going to that school since I was a kid! It's been my dream to open up a restaurant." He stood up from the picnic blanket.

"But what about me? What about us? What if you go off with some other girl while you're in America and forget all about me? Why am I the only one trying to keep our relationship standing?!"

"Will you just stop?! Did I get mad at you when you told me that you were planning to study in Japan? No! What makes it any different that I want to study abroad too?!"

"But the school I want isn't across the freaking ocean!"

"You're being irrational if you think I'm going to choose between you or that culinary school."]

Bite.

Roll. Drip. Drop.

A tear fell from Y/N's eye.

["Then go!"

"Y/N, that's not what I meant–"

"Just go to your stupid school already, Jay!"]

Jay?

With every tear that dropped from her eyes, the mess of scribbles that covered the face of the boy in her memories were washed away. His face was that same handsome face she encountered in front of the corn dog shop. At that curry restaurant. At his house, on his couch eating spaghetti with him. At the ice rink. At the front step of her house just minutes earlier.

An immense amount of guilt washed over her. All of those moments spent with the boy she dated and tried to hold back from chasing after his dreams made her feel nauseous and stuffy. Does Jay remember her? Does he remember her as the girl he used to date? As the girl who got mad at him for wanting to pursue his passion?

She couldn't handle this. She needed to destress and sort out her emotions in some way. What better way than to get something from the convenience store? Yes, she was a stress eater.

(^o^)/ <(밥 먹자!) 🍦

Y/N hugged herself to gather warmth that would defend her against her hometown's cold winter temperature. Despite freezing her legs off from going out in shorts and a thin jacket, Y/N bought an ice cream cone. Eating ice cream in cold weather was a pleasurable feeling whose cause is unknown to the universe.

It became less pleasurable and rather miserable when yet another memory resurfaced after taking the first bite of her ice cream.

The soft serve vanilla ice cream reminded her of the event leading to her near-death experience.

["Was I too harsh on him?" she mumbled to herself and took another bite out of her vanilla soft serve. The argument with her boyfriend caused the couple to ignore each other for the last two full weeks of school before their graduation day. It made the girl feel awful, but she couldn't imagine how much pain she must have inflicted on her lover.

Deciding to apologize to him and encourage her boyfriend to follow his culinary dreams, Y/N nodded to herself and stood up. It was an hour until Jay's apartment complex closed its gates to visitors, so she decided to run as fast as she could.

Oncoming lights from cyclists alerted Y/N to move out of the way for them to pass on the sidewalk. It was dark outside, and it was colder than the past few days. With a red nose, aching feet and a heart that felt like it was going to burst, Y/N ran and ran and ran. There were only a few more blocks until she would be able to see her lover and apologize face-to-face and tell him how much she loved and supported him. The finish line was right there, but the universe must have wanted to take revenge on her for her nasty attitude towards the person who only wished her the best and cared for her the most.

Just as Y/N sprinted across the crosswalk, a motorcycle headed her way at full speed. Not only did it jam into her side and break her ribs, but it continued to run towards her body that flew a couple of tens of feet away and ran over her back. Without looking back, the motorcyclist continued to ride down the road. Fortunately, he was convicted of third-degree murder.

On the other hand, Y/N was laying face down on the cement of the road with her breathing becoming pattered and inconsistent. Her bones were shattered, and her organs were punctured, but nothing hurt more than hearing the terrified scream and call for help from Jay who had found her on his nightly run.]

Y/N dropped her ice cream cone and felt like throwing up. The horrifying memory sent her into a panic as she clutched her head with her hands. She felt like screaming and crying, but she desperately tried to contain herself. Her breathing became quick and short. She could feel herself shaking.

"Y/N?" A masculine voice immediately brought comfort to her, but at the same time, it released the tears welling up in her eyes. With a choked sob, Y/N stood up and rushed to hug Jay.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." she repeated into his shoulder. She cried her heart out and stained his jacket with her tears.

"I'm guessing you remember me now?" Jay lightly joked. He pulled her in closer to him and tucked her head into his neck with his hand on the back of her head. "I'm so sorry for all the pain I caused you." He kissed the top of her head. "I'm so sorry." His voice gradually turned into a whisper. Jay could feel his own eyes watering until the hot streams of liquid fell down his cold cheeks. He kissed her head over and over until it caused her to look up at him.

With tear stained faces, they looked into each others eyes and cried. She was in the arms of her first love, and he held the person he loved the most close to him. As if it were an instinct, the two leaned in and softly pushed their lips together. All of the memories came flooding back to her. All of the memories of her dates with Jay, all of the times he came to her house to sing her to sleep, all of the times he would cook and bake for her, and all of the times he would tell her that he loved her. They were finally back to their respective safe spaces.

Hwang Y/N was 21 years old when she fell in love with Park Jongseong for the second time.

[timextoxhajima]

KISS & MAKE UP: PARK SUNGHOON

≛ an anthology series of break-up stories that end up in a one-night stand [only hyungline] -> HEESEUNG | JAY | SUNGHOON | JAKE

≛ genre: pretty explicit smut, angst

≛ warnings: alcohol, cursing,

≛ word count: 2.9k

≛ synopsis: it’s been a couple of months since you broke up with your high school sweetheart. the reason? he wanted a family and you wanted freedom. but come the day you meet him again and park sunghoon apparently hasn’t moved on. 

≛ taglist: @from-xero​​ @haechanhues​​ @abdiitcryy​​ @kyleeanne​​ @dontcallme20​​ @vantxx95​​ 

what a petty man, you think to yourself. you should’ve known you’d run into sunghoon - this was his territory. but bringing his personal feelings onto work grounds? 

unprofessional. 

“the labels?”

you frown at him. “what labels? i wasn’t told to label anything.”

a sharp glare. “the food? the condiments? the drinks?”

“you’re only telling me now, ten minutes prior to it starting?” you scoff and turn towards the storage. “i don’t even know if i have labels.”

sunghoon initially doesn’t follow, but you can hear his loud louboutins clacking against the floor as he hurries after you. “i find it hard to believe as an experienced event organiser, you had the brains to forget this. or rather, the lack thereof.”

ignoring him, you scour through your storage boxes. 

“great, now it’s gonna start without labels.”

“you have a strange obsession with labels,” the items in the box clunk against the sides as you shove them around like sand in a pit. “besides, if you’re running this event for the privileged, i’m almost positive they’d be clever enough to figure out... oh, i don’t know. a plate of chicken wings?” 

“but how will they know if it’s spicy or not?”

halting in your movements, you turn, still squatting, and glare upwards at him. he has his arms crossed over his chest, the curve of his tie winding outwards between the two sides of his blazer. there’s a little pinch of hair that’s sticking out from the rest of his head, and you’re just itching to cut it off. maybe stick it up his nose or something. 

“you did not just tell me to label hot wings.”

“i just did,” he clears his throat and finally relaxes his hand to point accusingly at you. “don’t mess tonight up. i don’t care what you do, don’t mess it up like you messed up everything else.”

the packet of labels in your hand falls back into the box when you stand, squinting at him in disbelief. 

“’everything else’? excuse you, it’s absolutely not my fault that we wanted different things. did you think you would still be happy if we stayed together despite knowing we wanted different things?” 

“i’d like to think we could’ve gotten through it together,” the vulnerability is nothing but a smear in his voice. this is what he likes to do - make you believe him for a moment, just long enough to win you over, before he goes back to his own beliefs. at first, you fell for it like a dog obsessed with his favourite chew toy, but at time went by, all you saw it as was manipulative. 

“don’t play that card again.”

“what card?” sunghoon frowns his dark brows together. 

“the ‘together’ card. i’m so sick of you talking about being together and getting through things together when it’s just you giving me the fucking problems and i pull you through them-”

“but isn’t being together the fucking definition of a relationship? you called it quits just because we were on different roads-”

“i called it quits because we were on different roads. you wanted a home and a family and have a dainty wife at home cooking all your stupid meals because you don’t bother how to learn to pick up a knife- but does it look like i wanna do that?”

“what’s so bad about having a home and a family, huh? is it my fault that i wanted to spend the rest of my life with you and i was just obsessed with the thought of having you to myself forever?”

“oh, my god. even now... you don’t care about how i feel and what i want. you only think about how prestigious and how privileged i should be that you’re in love with me and that’s all that matters to you. the value of you to other people, and never the other way round.”

sunghoon doesn’t scare you. at some point, you loved him. he may have been spiteful and manipulative with his words but he always had good intentions, though it may have been for his own benefit. you would never know. 

it was difficult to come to terms with how bitter the relationship had gotten. nearing the end of it, you were hoping he’d be able to find the strength in him to agree to an amicable break-up. but sunghoon is a raging eternal fire stuck in ice buried deep underground, and so initiating the break-up was as good as shoving a bomb down under. 

‘amicable’ was an antonym. 

“what do you want me to say?” he looks down at you, brown eyes staring into your soul. he doesn’t cry easily, but here he is, tearing up. 

are those crocodile tears?

“i wanted a fairytale and you wanted a reality. i don’t know how to tell you that i don’t think either of those was wrong. i just thought we could come to a compromise.”

“compromise? what compromise would it be had i done what you wanted? then i’ll be living your dream, not mine.”

“and what exactly is your dream? you’ve been working so hard and yet you’re still here! you may think it’s noble of yourself that you’re putting this amount of effort and that it’ll reap some kind of harvest at the end but i was watching you work your life and time away. all i wanted to do was let you rest and relax at home at your own comfort. was that so wrong?”

“where is park sunghoon?”

the voice from outside is a relieving break from the confrontation. it worked for you, because you had no rebuttal. 

sunghoon sighs and looks down at his feet, then he looks up to the ceiling and sucks in a deep breath, finally using his fingers to push the pinch of hair on his forehead back into the rest of his dark brown locks. he rubs his eyes, getting rid of his tears. 

he clears his throat and pats down his blazer before squatting to reach behind you for the labels. he turns without a word, leaving you to look at the surrounding floor. 

but he stops at the door for a moment, then turns. 

“you think i’m not good for you because i stop you from living your life the way you want to. but it frustrates me to see you run around in circles with yourself. all i wanted to do was come home to you, stress-free and happy. but if you’d rather spend your time chasing after your own tail, then be my guest.”

he swallows, his adam’s apple shifting up and down. the door clicks open and he leaves the storage. 

“oh, there you are! god, we were looking all over for you and the event organiser. do you happen to have any kind of labelling or signages for the food? i have guests that can’t have hot wings.”

“was just looking for them.”

the footsteps fade away. the conversation gets further. the storage light flickers off due to the lack of movement.

the evening runs in slow motion. sunghoon had all the food and drinks labelled just as the doors to the event opened, and somehow used it as a conversation starter for everybody greeting him at the table. something about how he tried to snag one or two wings before it started and instantly regretted it because they were spicy.

as someone who didn’t particularly love spicy foods, sunghoon had developed a keen instinct to telling whether something was spicy. 

but occasionally, you’d sneak a peek at sunghoon, hard at work and immersed in the conversation he probably initiated. it never failed to wonder you how the introvert in him is able to hold professional conversations. 

there are few regrets in the world you would admit to having. one of them was falling out with him. 

the happier you were, the more upsetting the break-up was. sunghoon loved sneaking into your room and spending the night, but that made it all the more harder when you spent them alone thereafter. he had a knack for picking you little flowers off the road, wrapping them in napkins and leaving them at your window, but they began rotting away and flying off in the wind like ash from your ended love. 

sunghoon isn’t a man of many words - words that make sense at least - but it’s in his ache and heart break that he means every syllable he articulates. 

it’s annoying that they make sense. 

by the end of the night, you realised that sunghoon had saved you from ruining the event - half the hot wings were left untouched because they were too hot for the public. they were samyang flavoured. 

once the event had ended, sunghoon spent most of his time at the doors, seeing his guests off and making sure everyone got into their respective vehicles. you are left with the mess in the storage, that you begin to pack, worried about how you would respond when he comes in to tell you “i told you so”.

“thirty minutes,” he calls out from the outside. you assume he was talking to the person in charge of locking up the space. “thanks.”

mindlessly dumping what was left into the storage boxes, you try to lift it onto the trolley you have parked in the room. you use your thighs, but the edge of the box is heavy and it seeps into your flesh, leaving a mark. then the weight causes it to slide off and just before everything can spill out-

“what the hell-” sunghoon quite literally steps over the boxes and into a space in between - the ends of his pants rolled up thanks to the other boxes in the room - one hand gripping the edge of the box and the other holding the trolley still. “are you-”

his eyes automatically look down where the box had been resting on, and he notices the little rip in your nylon pants where the box had been resting on. with a gentle tut of his teeth, he snatches the box from you and rests it atop the others, a frown on his head. 

“you’re a fucking idiot, you know?” he grabs your arm and pulls you out of the mess. 

“i was just finishing up-” trying to move back in to take responsibility of your logistics, you take a step forward. 

“you. stay. right the fuck. there,” he says, jabbing the air with every word. he rests his arm by his side, frame awkwardly slanted over the mess on the floor. his blazer hangs by his side, the tip of the expensive material kissing the roll of mahjong paper sticking out from one of the boxes. he sighs, and purses his lips, turning around and squatting to repack the boxes. 

“i... come on. just leave it. i can do it.”

“stop trying to think you can do everything,” he rebutts, turning to look at you from his squatting position. with a gentle huff, he lifts the box infront of him and dumps it on the trolley. “if you were superman, you would’ve figured it out earlier.”

“okay, well... i get it, alright? you don’t... you don’t have to keep rubbing it in.”

“i’ll rub it in because i can and because you don’t listen,” he finishes with another box and stacks it. sunghoon stands, taking in a deep breath and combs his hair with his fingers.  

the strands of your fringe come loose from the rest of your hair, but your eyes travel down to the floor. there’s an issue of pride that you can’t overcome, but your heart drops and you forget about it when sunghoon reaches out to tuck your hair behind your ear. 

your fringe falls back into your eyes, so he pushes it up, and keeps his finger there as he looks down at you with a gentle frown on his forehead. 

before you can say anything, he leans forward. with the other palm, hot and slightly sweaty from all the lifting he’s been doing, he presses his lips into yours. 

by instinct, your eyes close. the scent of his cologne is worn, but still identiable. your hair falls back onto your lids when he releases it to cup your other cheek, and the memories of him flood back into your heart. all the nights of playful bickering about what movie to watch, all the late night strolls in the park and the skating rink dates he would drag you on just because he wanted to let you into his world. 

you had forgotten what it was like to feel special, to be the only person that sunghoon had been able and willing to open up his heart to. knowing that he still loved you made you feel like you were still special. 

your hands find the collar of his blazer, gently pushing him away. through pursed lips, you look at him with tired eyes. “hoon, i don’t think this is healthy.”

he’s quiet, refusing to remove his hands from your face. he remains his position, even after you reach up in a bid to pull his hands away from your cheeks.

“not everything anybody does in their life is healthy,” he presses his forehead unto yours. “i’d love an unhealthy love with you even if it means we’d fight and cry about it. this... cannot be replaced. not by anybody. you are my unhealthy love, and that is what i want.”

your heart is racing. you can hear the beating in your ears, and if he wasn’t holding you, you might’ve started shaking. 

but he leans down and kisses you again, this time begging you to remember everything that you once had with him, convincing you that it wasn’t worth giving up. 

it’s so much easier to know that you’d crying in his arms after a fight, than worrying about forgetting him. 

sunghoon gently pushes you back until your rear hits a countertop, and he blindly pushes whatever was on it aside. lifting you by your thighs, he places you on the surface and runs his fingers down the length of your arm. your skin tickles under his nails and his cold fingertips, which stop at your hands. he interlocks his hands with yours at the edge of the counter, then he stops and pulls away, slowly tilting his head upwards to kiss your forehead. 

his thumb and index finger are on your chin now, gently pushing you back so you were laying down. 

“wait, isn’t there a camera here or something-”

“you forget i know the people who own this building,” he raises his brows and moves backwards to kneel. then, his lips are on your ankles, undoing the straps of your heels. hold palms move up your calf and under your knees after your shoes come off, and he stands to undo the buckle on your pants. 

he helps you lift your hips, the silk sliding off your skin and to the floor with ease. sunghoon kneels again, kissing the inner side of your knees and thighs and then your hip bones, your fingers finding the crown of his head and making a mess of his waxed hair. 

your head tilts back when the final piece of clothing in his way comes off, and the heat from his skin hits where you’ve missed him. guiding your legs to rest on his shoulders, he has you like you had been in a long-distance relationship.

your toes curl, heart thunking in your chest and fingers gripping his hair tighter and tighter. 

then he stops, licking and biting his lips to get the rest of it off. you sigh, relieved from the sudden affection he’s providing you. you look down and watch him undo his belt, but he doesn’t bother to remove it, simply unbuttoning himself and pulling the zipper down. 

then he gently pulls you towards him, and it’s a moment of truth as you lock eyes with him. 

he waits for you to protest.

but you don’t. 

so he eases himself to your comfort, and your lips fall apart like your hair on the counter top as you lay back again. there’s a gentle frown in your forehead that he kisses away, his breath heavy in your hair as he gives you a few seconds. 

so, like the good ol’ times, he stands upright and starts to move, sounds and movements still tamed. but blame it on the yearning, blame it on the unhealthy need for him and the feelings he provides that cannot be replaced - it doesn’t take long for him to find where it makes your mind turn to static. 

“finish for me, princess,” he presses down with his thumb. 

and like a well-behaved one, you do. he pulls out once you’re finished, and he releases himself on your thighs. 

sunghoon is slightly panting, but he eases his breathing with a deep breath. turning around to your logistic boxes, he pulls out a packet of wet wipes. 

“are you sure i don’t have to worry about the cctv in here?” your fingers press into your temples. 

sunghoon chuckles, helping you sit up. “the only thing you need to worry about now is how you’re going to tolerate me for the rest of your life.”

[blu-joons]

When You Get Overly Affectionate When You’re Sleepy ~ Enhypen Reaction

Heeseung:

The corners of Heeseung’s mouth turned up as he felt your hand in his. “Someone’s tired,” he smirked, knowing exactly what your behaviour meant.

Your head nodded in reply, letting Heeseung know that he was spot on. “It’s just been a nightmare; I’ve been nonstop all-day getting things done.”

His eyes kept watching your hand as you intertwined it in tightly with his own. “Do you want to talk about what happened, or would you rather just close your eyes and sleep right now?”

“Sleep,” you laughed, “I’ve been dreaming about it all afternoon.”

“Has your day really been that long then?”

You carried on nodding your head back at Heeseung, “I reckon if I told you about it, you wouldn’t be able to believe just how busy we’ve been today.”

“I’ll take your word for it,” he hummed, “now, close your eyes and get some rest, make that dream of yours come true.”

“Shall I apologise now if I hold your hand too tight?”

“Don’t worry, I’m used to it by now.”

Jay:

A chuckle came from Jay as you followed him around, keeping your frame resting against his back. “Y/N, I can’t get anything done with you there.”

A hum escaped, but you didn’t move, too tired to do so. “I’m exhausted,” you hummed, “if you make me move, I might just collapse to the floor.”

Jay’s head shook as he held onto you whilst turning himself around so that he was facing you. “You shouldn’t work so hard; you’ve barely got any energy left to keep your eyes open.”

“I know,” you sighed, “but what can I do? My deadlines are coming up.”

“What are we going to do with you studying so hard?”

Your shoulders shrugged as Jay’s arms moved around your waist. “I was going to make us dinner, but maybe we could just order something in for us instead?”

“I like the sound of that,” you weakly smiled, “mainly because it means that I have more time to be able to cuddle you now.”

“I had a feeling that you’d like that part of the deal.”

“I don’t like that part, I love it.”

Jake:

His smile widened as Jake watched you shuffle closer towards him on the bed. “Yes?” He teased when your eyes looked up to him.

Your head leaned towards him, trying your best to nuzzle underneath his arm. “Stop being mean and let me cuddle up to you, I’m tired.”

Jake couldn’t help but laugh at how desperate you sounded, “I need my arm to be able to read my book though, why don’t you cuddle up to one of the cushions?”

“Jake,” you cried out, “you can read your book with one hand I bet.”

“What if I want to read with two though?”

Another sigh came from him as you tried to push underneath his arm once again. “I’ll get you back for this if you don’t let me cuddle into you.”

“Alright,” he smirked, finally lifting his arm up for you, “but if I drop my book, I hope you know that it’s your fault.”

“It’s a chance that I’m willing to take for a hug.”

“I just knew you’d say that.”

Sunghoon:

The feeling of you against his side captured Sunghoon’s attention straight away. “Tired?” He laughed as you leant up against him tightly.

Your head nodded as his arm moved to drape around your side. “If I rest against you then I can fall asleep when my eyes feel ready to close.”

Sunghoon nodded in agreement with you, “don’t feel like you have to stay awake, I can play on my phone whilst you nap if you want, just as long as you’re comfortable.”

“I am,” you mused, “have I ever told you how cosy you are Sunghoon?”

“You might have told me once or twice.”

A chuckle came from Sunghoon as you tilted your head back to look up at him. “I wonder sometimes what I did to rest before we started dating.”

“I can always tell when you’re tired, you start creeping up and use me as a pillow,” he joked, hearing you giggle too.

“You’re the best pillow in the world though.”

“You’ve told me that one too.”

Sunoo:

As soon as Sunwoo appeared, you were smiling, making your way across to him. “Uh oh,” he smiled as he noticed the expression on your face.

Once you were close enough to him, you stumbled straight into Sunwoo’s open arms. “Don’t even get me started,” you quickly warned him.

His arms held onto you, the only thing supporting you as your tired body began to give way. “Do I even need to ask about how your day was in this case judging by this?”

“Long,” you simply answered, “I nearly fell asleep at my desk.”

“Y/N, you need to take care of yourself too.”

A hum of agreement came from you, “it’s hard when there’s so much work that needs to be done, but now I feel like I’m ready to just crash and burn.”

“Come on,” Sunwoo smiled, leading you across to the sofa. “I think it’s better that we rest on the sofa rather than standing up.”

“I might not be able to get back off of the sofa.”

“Don’t worry, I’m here to help you.”

Jungwon:

The feeling of a hand in his hair had Jungwon’s attention straight away. “Y/N?” He asked, knowing exactly who it was just behind him.

The sound of your laughter was the only answer that Jungwon needed. “How did you know it was me?” You quizzed, peering past Jungwon’s shoulder.

His eyes rolled as you looked to him inquisitively, “I knew because there’s only one person who creeps up and plays with my hair when they’re trying to not fall asleep.”

“Is it that obvious?” You smirked, “I am struggling to keep my eyes open.”

“Why don’t you go up to bed if you want to sleep?”

Your head shook straight away in reply to Jungwon, “I can’t go upstairs and sleep when you’re down here, I’m supposed to fall asleep with you.”

“If you give me five minutes, I can come up too,” Jungwon assured you, “reckon you can keep your eyes open for that long?”

“I might just, but any longer and I’ll fall asleep.”

“I’ll make sure not to be too long.”

Ni-ki:

The moment that Riki sat down, you slowly began to lower yourself down. “Come on,” he laughed, knowing exactly where you were going.

With his permission, you quickly dropped yourself so that you were resting in his lap. “I think that I could sleep here for a thousand years right now.”

A chuckle of understanding came from Riki as he rested his hand against your hip. “Unfortunately for you sleeping beauty, you’ll hurt yourself if you sleep here all night long.”

“I’m too tired to move,” you laughed, “my body is just telling me no.”

“My body is always able to take you to bed you know.”

Your head turned so that you were able to look up at Riki, “your body needs to be looked after, you’ve got performances coming up don’t forget.”

“I know,” he hummed, “but picking you up out of my lap at bedtime won’t do me any harm, it’s an easy job for me to do Y/N.”

“You can always wake me, and I’ll walk up instead.”

“Don’t be stupid, carrying you is fine.”

---

Masterlist

[stariekis]

birthday boy.

pairing : non idol!jungwon + fem!reader . genre : fluff + suggestive . cw : kissing . wc : 2.9 k not proofread

— synopsis : celebrating his birthday with the people he loves the most ! with a tiny twist ...

— note : HAPPY WONI DAY!!! my brightest star ⭐🤲🏻 i love him so much pls he is everything to me ˙◠˙ hope he has an amazing day today and hope you guys like this one shot <3

He was having the most awful day ever. Even though it was his birthday he had to spend the whole day at the company alone and, on top of that, you and his members haven't talked to him for the whole day.

He wasn't really upset about his group mates but he felt pretty sad when he realized that you didn't texted him.

He didn't want nothing more than to come back home and spend some time for himself, being able to enjoy his 20 birthday and rest after such a tiring and kind of sad day was all he needed.

He finished all his duties at the company and finally it was time to go back home. Tiredness taking over his body as soon as he step on the van, almost falling asleep as soon as he sat on his seat.

Once he finally reached the entrance of his (and your) apartment he let out the biggest sigh, he needs to take a shower and lay on his bed as soon as possible.

But as he inserted his key to open the door he heard someone whispering inside os his apartment. He was confused, all the members where at their respective houses and you probably were sleeping. Or that's what he thought.

Finally opening the door completely he was shock when he made eye contact with the seven of you, his bearest best friends and his pretty girlfriend standing in front of him with balloons and a cake on your hands.

— 'HAPPY BIRTHDAY BIG BOY' shouted jake as jungwon dropped his belongings on the entrance and take off his shoes. Heeseung took the cake out of your hands as he watches Jungwon running towards you with his arms open.

You giggled as he hugged you, hiding his face on your neck leaving small soft kisses there.

— 'The surprise was also our idea you know?' said Sunghoon with a smirk on his face. All of you burst out laughing, Jungwon removed himself from your embrace pecking your lips before turning to his friends, giving them a big hug.

All of you moved to your living room to get the party started. After blowing the candles you gave him your present, he loves matching things with you so you gave him a pair of rings; one was a sun and the other one was a moon. He looked at you with the biggest smile on his face and, taking your hand, he place the sun one on your finger kissing your hand right after.

The hours kept passing and, after opening all the presents and having dinner together you guys decided to call it a night and the boys went back home.

As soon as you close the door you felt a pair of arms sneaking around you waist, hugging you from behind. — 'Thank you so much for this baby, i was having the worst day ever but its was completely worth it' Jungwon whispered in your ear.

You turned around now facing him, placing you hands around his neck you gave him a kiss. — 'Sorry for ignoring you Wonie, i was really busy preparing all of this that i didn't have time to text you' you said. He place one of his hand on your neck, pulling your face closer to his.

— 'You still have time to repay me for that ' the tone of his voice dropped a few times and now there was a smirk adorning his pretty lips.

You smiled, knowing perfectly what he meant with that. As much as you loved the boys you couldn't wait for them to be gone so you would be able to spend some time with your boyfriend. — 'Now that you mentioned it i actually have another present for you' you kissed him, this time the kiss was much intense that the other ones you shared, hearing him breathing through his nose and melting in your arms as soon as your lips touched his.

Your hands that once were around his neck were now grabbing the strings of his grey hoodie. You separate yourself from him and, pulling him by his collar, you started walking towards your shared bedroom.

Let's say he had the best birthday of his life.

[wonifullove]

new years kiss; yjw

pairing; jungwon x bsf f reader¡ small mentions of enhypen warnings; kissing, mention of a breakup, alcohol mentions. i did not have time to proof read this !! ( my space )

you and your best friend, jungwon arrived at jake’s new year’s party. this was gonna be the biggest party of the year, according to jake. due to a recent breakup between you and your ex, you did not feel like going to any parties.

it was the day of new year’s eve, where your best friend; jungwon convinced you to go.

“cmon i promise you it’ll be fun y/n” your best friend asks, as he sat on your bed.

“won, i told you no. i don’t feel like it right now” you placed your face in your pillow.

“okay how about this, if the party isn’t good; i’ll drop you back home?” he asks, making a quite good negotiation.

“alright fine won, i’ll go.” you caved in, unable to resist your best friends negotiations.

“that’s the spirit, i’ll see you at 9.” he says as he grabs his coat, heading out the door.

it was only 6 pm, this gave you a good few hours to pamper yourself and feel ready to go. after a few hours of hardcore pampering, you were ready to go.

you got into a cab and headed down to jake’s apartment, where this big party would be taking place. you finally met up with jungwon and his group for the night.

“ ready to party hard tonight?” jake asks, giving you a small side hug. something always initiated when seeing each other.

“maybe.. although i have nobody to kiss at midnight.” you slight frowned, a smile still attempting to remain on your face.

“your ex really messed up, he could’ve been kissing your pretty face tonight.” heeseung said, a small smirk appearing from his face.

knowing heeseung and his small facial expressions, you had a feeling he was up to no good.

as the night progressed slowly, you found yourself taking a few drinks with jungwon’s small group of friends. this alcohol made you forget about stress. eventually 11:30 hit, 30 minutes before the new year begun. jake offered to refill your cup, as well as pulling jungwon to the kitchen.

in the kitchen, jake and the rest of the boys explained to jungwon that he should be the one to kiss you at midnight.

“bro you’re literally in the clear, you got this.” heeseung replies.

“but ask her first before she pushes you off.” sunoo adds.

“you’re right, i am in the clear. i will kiss y/n at midnight.” jungwon says proudly, walking back out of the kitchen.

the group of boys came back into the living room, drinking their drinks and laughing to the smallest. being a bit tipsy, their mouths ran. telling each other their new year’s resolutions.

the clock strikes 11:55.

jungwon was planning to make his moves. scared and nervously; jungwon comes to sit next to you. he started off with small conversations. he asked you if you were having a great time. you nodded your head lightly. the minutes were going by quicker, time was going faster. jungwon begins to feel a rush of adrenaline as he built up the courage to ask if he may kiss you.

“y/n, may i kiss you at midnight?” jungwon asked politely.

this did shock you. jungwon would never say something like this, you thought to yourself. but then again, there’s a lot of things you don’t know about jungwon.

“ you may kiss me jungwon.” you smiled, as you watched the clock 11:59pm.

the final seconds were being counted down. “ 5,4,3,2,1” you hear the crowd yell. confetti popping in the air, and a sweet kiss on the lips from jungwon.

jungwon lightly places his hand on your jaw, bringing you closer. his soft lips met with yours, interlocking for about 5 seconds. his soft lips felt amazing onto yours. you slowly pulled away, noticing the biggest smile on his face.

“happy new years y/n.” jungwon smiled, as he enjoyed his last drink of the night.

“happy new years won” you giggled, remaining locked in jungwon’s view.

[i2sunric]

ANYONE INTERESTED? :D (yes, inspired by the new en o’clock episode)

[bambisgirl]

hotel room

PAIRING. enhypen x fem!reader

SYNOPSIS. what happens when your pregnant sister ditches you for her fiancé and you spend the whole night getting drunk, celebrating the grammy news with the enhypen members at a luxurious hotel while she has to deliver the baby?

GENRE. idol au, crack, short series, fluff, slice of life

WARNINGS. swearing, my attempts at humor

STATUS. coming soon!

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notes: this happens in an universe enha are nominated for a grammy! :D they’re like super famous and almost achieved all of their dreams, following in bts’ footsteps ♡

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