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switch it up | park jongseong (reposted and edited)

featuring: enhypen's jake, heeseung, sunghoon, sunoo, and jungwon; stayc's yoon

synopsis: after you find your ex cheating with another guy, the quiet kid takes the opportunity to get closer to you. but the shocking part is, you never knew he could do a full 180 and be the most charming guy you've ever seen.

pairing: student!jay x student fem!reader

genre: smut, fluff, a tinge of angst (and humor lol)

word count: 7418

warnings: semi-public sex, unprotected sex (wrap it b4 u tap it), slut-shaming, usage of pet names, vaginal penetration, alcohol consumption, gamer rage (especially heeseung lol), male masturbation, degradation, fellatio, minimal impact play, implied violence, two-timing, cheating, jakehoon are gay, jay has too much porn vids on his laptop, yoon has warfreak tendencies, too much tekken references, too much time skips

Being popular in school had its own perks.

If people were asked what they’d do if they became the most popular person in year two for twenty-four hours, you’d get a vast range of answers from all of them. Fame, beauty, authority, and money–the possibilities are endless for a household name in one of the most prestigious universities in Seoul. The thing is, though, downsides will always be inevitable.

Thursday’s a typical work day for the student council’s president–you. A ton of paper stacks were waiting to be scanned and submitted to the council adviser, but you couldn’t bring yourself to get up and actually work on them. The adviser’s office was two buildings away from your location, and God, did you dread walking. Worse, you had to do it every week and without the help of your vice president. Bothering to find him would be a waste of time, either.

The sudden ring of your phone disrupts your train of thought, making you look up to check whoever was trying to test your patience at this hour. Jakey ♡, your phone screen reads. You heave a relieved sigh; it’s been three days since your boyfriend last called and it was messing with your momentum. Even overthinking was a waste of time and you hated it.

“Hi, love.” you mumbled, voice laced with exhaustion. “I'm glad you finally called.”

“Love, can we cancel our date?” Jake asks from the other line, and your face immediately contorts to a disappointed scowl.

Strange. He’s usually not the type to postpone plans at the last minute because he knew you despised that type of feat. As the student council president, the last thing you'd want is for someone to waste your valuable time.

“Suddenly?” you deadpan as you put your pen down and slowly spin in the swivel chair you sat on. “We’ve got everything planned out and now you wanna cancel?”

Jake sighs. “Coach called us for training. He’s been lenient on me for the past week, I can't afford another absence.”

“Oh.” you utter, at loss for words. “Long day ahead, huh?”

It was what you least expected, anyways. You stay still in your seat, disappointment filling your chest. You start to feel uneasy—you knew you’d never stand a chance against his monster of a coach. What can I do? Jake was the team’s striker which gained him maximum importance. Without him, the team would basically be a chaotic bunch.

“Sorry.” he mutters apologetically. “I didn't want this to happen, really.”

“I know, I know.” you grumble, picking your pen back up and fixing your attention back to the papers you were reviewing. “Can I come after training, though? We should at least eat, like, ramyeon, tteokbokki or something."

A few seconds of silence fills the other line before Jake replies, "God, that sounds—fuck. That's irresistible. I hope Coach lets me off ‘cause his diet plan is seriously killing me.”

“I sure hope he does,” you roll your eyes as the image of a conceited middle-aged man with his stomach overflowing his pants. “unless he wants a big ‘fuck you’ from me for tiring you out. You gotta rest, love.”

He chuckles, causing a grin to tug your lips. “I love you. I know you’re a busy woman and you’ve probably got a lot on your plate right now. I'll hang up now, hmm?”

Your reply gets cut off by the sudden drop of the call, and another sigh leaves your mouth.

Popularity was so exhausting for you. However, not everyone suffers from the syndrome; take Park Jongseong–who goes by “Jay” in school–as an example. The lad has finally gotten a taste of rest after coding what felt like a thousand HTMLs, now nibbling on a cob of corn with his other hand glued to his keyboard.

Why had I never thought of playing Tekken as a way of escaping the hell of school and the sight of students’ thirst for crowd validation before? As he fervently taps the keys of his laptop, the corner of his lip tugs into a slight smirk. He continuously lands hits on a random Kazuya he was matched with, not letting them rest as he uses his trump card–Jin Kazama’s ten-hit combo.

The silence breaks as Jay’s hearty laughter booms in the computer club room. He sighed triumphantly, propping his head on his intertwined hands.

"I gotta tell Heeseung hyung about this.” Jay snickers, grabbing his phone from beside his laptop and speed dialing the number “5”. After a few rings, his friend finally picks up. “Ay, hyung! I got good news for you.”

“Man, fuck you!” Heeseung, the student council’s vice president hisses from the other line, annoyance evident in his voice. Before the younger can ask about why he had such a tone, the older interrupts, “You’re never gonna let me live, are you?”

“Whoa, whoa, chill out, hyung.” Jay chuckles in confusion. “It’s not like I’m gonna use the ten-hit combo on you, is it? What’s the matter?”

Heeseung clicks his tongue and scoffs, “Don’t you see what’s happened or are you playing dumb right now, Jongseong? Fucking look at your screen.”

Jay, although confused, obliges anyway. He looks back at his laptop screen with the rematch menu on display. After a good few seconds, he spots the username of his opponent and immediately gasps, loud enough for his friend to hear. He then breaks into laughter, this time louder and more provoking as he hears the bantering on his ear.

“What—don’t tell me you had no idea—Jay!” the owner of the username heeba_inu_1015 yelled, followed by a frustrated shout.

“Whoops, should’ve gone easy on you, then.” Jay teases, shrugging his shoulders. “No, seriously. I had no idea. This is what school frustration makes me do.”

“Well, at least you’re not the student council’s vice president.”

Jay snorts in disbelief. “Come on, it’s not that hard–” he cuts himself off. “Oh, you’ve got a point, though.”

Jay didn’t necessarily live in the shadows; he just didn’t like being the center of attention. Being an eye candy is the last thing he wanted. Sure, he’s got what it takes to be popular–he’s a CEO's son, filthy rich, and on the honor roll. His friends say he’s got some sick visuals, too. Despite all these, he’d prefer to just blend in with the crowd and not stand out as a resident introvert (not to be confused with being a pick-me boy; Papa Park raised him with manners).

“Still, fuck you.” Heeseung lets out his third scoff of the day. A female voice rambles in the background, on the verge of screaming as the vice president grumbles in dismay. Jay assumes it was the school council’s president calling him out for slacking. “I gotta go, though. Godzilla’s on the run and she’s unstoppable–hey, wait!”

Beep. The call ends, and Jay's me time continues. A chuckle leaves his mouth. That was the president? She’s unhinged as hell.

“What’s the president like?” he mumbles, putting his headphones back on and getting ready to start a new game. “I’d like to meet her.”

“Lee Heeseung, I’m giving you ten seconds to explain to me why you’re on Tekken when you’re supposed to be on duty.”

If looks could kill, your vice president could’ve died a slow, painful death by now. You try your best to keep your calm composure in front of your right-hand man while trying to suppress your anger, but the urge to lash out on him is just getting stronger. Heeseung, feeling intimidated, could only look down on the ground as he hears a disappointed sigh from you.

Fortunately, the school council’s secretary, Yang Jungwon, has informed you of the vice president’s whereabouts. You made sure to leave your pending tasks untouched before storming out of the council office and to the stockroom, where he was apparently taking his sweet time being a heavy load.

“Look, I’ve just finished my last game, Y/N, alright?” Heeseung raises his hands in defeat. “I’m done. I’ll go and help.”

“Oh, you are definitely gonna go help Jungwon in the council’s office because I’m out of here.” you snap, unplugging the Ethernet wire connected to his gaming laptop. “There are waivers waiting for you. Get your ass up.”

“Alright.” he mutters, head hung low as he switches off his laptop. “I’m sorry.”

Without another word, you turn your back on him and walk out of the suffocating stockroom. How does he even stand the heat in there? Your steps get quicker as much as the psychological warfare you were having with yourself is getting worse. People are probably looking at me right now and think, why the hell is her face so sour? They wouldn’t know. They’re not the overworked, unpaid, “popular” student council president with a freeloader of a vice president and a midfielder boyfriend who’s just as popular.

You’ve been zoned out for the entirety of your trip back to the council office, but the sight of a familiar shoe sticking from one of the corridor posts shakes you awake. Your eyebrows furrow, wondering what would someone with skate shoes be doing in that spot at this hour when it’s inter-school olympics season. You take another set of steps before seeing a man’s back view with the jersey number 5 on it, and the scene that unfolds in front of you shakes your whole world.

Your boyfriend and the school’s most famous figure skater, Park Sunghoon, were kissing.

It has been a week since you found out that Sim Jaeyun was cheating on you and is gay.

You remember being rooted in your spot as you saw them eating each other’s faces. Screaming at them would be a waste of time. You feared wasting time the most, and crying in front of someone came in second. Instead of doing what someone normally does in these situations–screaming and bawling their eyes out, you land a slap on each of their faces with a shit-eating grin on your face before running to the nearest comfort room to cry.

You wouldn’t mind your boyfriend coming out of the closet and ending your relationship in good terms, but the fact that he’d been flirting–and probably fucking–around with a guy behind your back infuriated you.

You didn’t know how it came to this—you crying your heart out inside the club office as Heeseung finally took over and finished the rest of your work due to you not being able to properly open your swollen eyes. Even moving around was a pain in the ass. Jungwon works from the sidelines as well, and both of them didn’t dare speak a word to you unless spoken to. They knew better than to mess with a girl who’s got cheated on.

“Cabining trip’s tomorrow. You still going, noona?” Jungwon asks, eyes glued to his laptop screen as he types the minutes of the meeting for the past week. “We need you over there, Pres.”

“Hmm.” you reply, not having the energy to speak out a proper word as you blew your nose on a paper towel. Of course I’ll be there. What am I, a ghoster?

As Jungwon bombards you with questions, your replies are short and reserved, along the lines of “yeah”, “uh-huh”, and the like. How were you supposed to show yourself without shame knowing that your ex wasn’t into you anymore?

“Heeseung.” you croak out, getting a short “huh” as a response. “I need your help with something.”

“What’s it about, miss ma'am?”

You cringe at the nickname, throwing the empty box of paper towels along his way. “If you use that nickname on me again, I swear.” you hiss.

“Damn, calm down, will you?” Heeseung chuckles, barely dodging the box that almost hit his face. “What is it?”

You saunter your way towards the table where the two lads worked. propping your hands on the desk, You then look over at Jungwon who has his whole attention on his laptop, not bothering to pop into the conversation or listen to whatever you were about to say.

“You’re best friends with the adviser, right?” you whisper to Heeseung, to which he nods. “And I’m not. Wow. What am I president for, then?

“Touche.” he shrugs. “What about him?”

“This could be fucked up but,” you lean in to whisper on his ear. “Can you beg him to sneak drinks for the adults?”

Your eyes screw shut in embarrassment, in disbelief of the words that just came out of your mouth. You’re better than this, Y/N.

“Yes.” Heeseung lets out a dramatic gasp, nodding vigorously at your idea. “You had me at ‘drinks’, Y/N, come on. Spill!”

“Noona, you’re kidding, right? Why would you sneak drinks in–”

“Quiet, kid.” you cut Jungwon off. “I’ve got a breakup to get over. Let the adults have this.”

With that, Heeseung let out a dramatic gasp, nodding vigorously at your idea.

The day of the cabining trip has come, and it wasn’t the most enjoyable day for the student council so far. While the other kids were having the time of their lives, talking with their friends and not worrying about keeping the lines straight and the cabins quiet, you struggled to keep the students in order as you tapped the backs of those who made a commotion, or worse, those who made out in broad daylight.

To your relief, Heeseung was in charge of bag inspection, which meant drinks were allowed (unless one was not of legal age, of course). The students will just have to hide it from the other supervisors. Jungwon, along with the student council’s treasurer, Sunoo, were on room assignment duty, making sure to separate the guys and girls from each other. Getting pregnant on a school trip is the last thing anyone would want.

Meanwhile, Jay stands quietly as the line advances. He wasn’t really supposed to be going on this trip if it weren’t for his father insisting him to do so. Luckily, with Heeseung’s permission, he was allowed to bring his gaming laptop without you knowing. The vice president just hopes he wouldn’t get pulled by the ear again.

“God, I hope I get the top bunk.” Jay mutters, putting his bag on the desk for inspection.

“Gotta go fast, then.” Heeseung replied, probing the contents of his friend’s bag. He taps Jay’s shoulders after he’s done. “Man, I hope we’re roommates.”

“Heeseung, how's the inspection going?” you bellow over the crowd of students, craning your head to look for him.

As you and Heeseung scream at each other over the loud sounds in the cabins, Jay couldn’t help but steal glances at you. He did pass by you sometimes, but he hasn't really gotten the chance to step up and talk to you. What a waste. After news has spread that you got cheated on, he could imagine himself tackling you into a hug and giving you small forehead kisses in hopes to ease your pain. He had set his eyes on you ever since you were appointed as president, and he found you so pretty ever since. He just secretly hoped that Jake wouldn’t go begging for you to come back, or else he’d lose his mind.

His daydreaming stops when he bumped shoulders with someone whom he least expected–you. The two of you momentarily met each other’s eyes, and Jay swore he’d melt then and there if it weren’t for you turning away almost immediately. On the other hand, you wonder why he’s been stuck on his spot for a good minute, so you approach him cautiously.

“Uh, are you lost, perhaps?” you wave a hand in front of Jay’s face. “You seem to be spacing out, Jay.”

She knows me. Oh, my God, she just acknowledged me. His heart somersaults in his chest at the mention of his name. It rolled off of your mouth perfectly.

It takes him five seconds to answer, “I’m good, thank you.”

You smile briefly at him, and he flashes one back. He walks silently, trying to suppress a shout from coming out of his mouth. You were always pretty to him, and that smile was the cherry on top.

The first day of the retreat wasn’t really hectic, except for the fact that all of the students have to run ten laps all around the yard before they can even have a taste of breakfast. Despite the supervisors lurking around the whole site, you’ve taken brave sips on your bottle of soju, disguised as drinking water. You couldn’t help but see Jake and his new lover every time you had to lead a segment and meet face to face with everyone, and your chest would always clench. How the fuck is he so happy without me? If it weren’t for the other officers beside you, you would’ve wrestled Sunghoon without a doubt.

The second and third days would probably be the most boring of them all, but not for Jay.

His laptop keeps him company as he silently jerks off to porn videos, trying his best to stifle a groan to not wake up whoever was occupying the top bunk. He would’ve brought a fleshlight, too, but he figured it’d be too much for a school retreat. So he resorts to another option–a sock.

He finishes without suspicion, and gets knocked out to sleep right after.

On the other side of the site, you sit awake in your bunk, finishing the last of the soju you’ve successfully hidden for days. You sigh, not feeling any signs of drowsiness as you stare in spaces. I should've seen this coming. You wanted to slap yourself for being so clueless. Hasn’t it come to you that Jake might be using soccer training as an excuse to meet up with Sunghoon instead of you?

“Y/N, you dumb bitch.” you spit out, grabbing your phone to dial Heeseung’s number.

After a few rings, he picks up. “What the fuck, Y/N, it’s 3 in the morning.” the lad grumbled as he tossed and turned in his bed. “You better give me a good reason for calling at this hour.”

“You got a laptop with you?” you ask. What a stupid question. “It's urgent business.”

“No, I don't, dummy.” he snaps, and his sudden change of tone takes you aback. “I thought you knew we can only bring phones.”

You sigh. Out of all times your council adviser demanded an accomplishment report from you, why now? At that moment, you even wished to switch bodies with Heeseung; he was the adviser’s best friend and not you. Despite you telling your superior that you haven’t brought your laptop, he didn't budge, even bringing up the drink-sneaking incident.

To say you were doomed would be an understatement.

“Why does your best friend put me in situations like this?” you whine, pulling your hair in frustration. “He knows I don't have my laptop at the moment! Tell me, does he have something against me? ‘Cause he better settle things with me. Damn it. Do you get me? Sometimes I just want to walk out on all of you because I’ve got the whole council on my back! i’m a human who has limits, too, for fuck’s sake! When do I quit? I can quit anytime and turn my back on this responsibility. You take over once this term ends–”

“Shut up. I'm at your door.”

You hitch a breath, hang up and climb out of your bunk. You silently open the door to see your vice president holding an open laptop in his hand, phone on the other. The lad passes the device on to you, praying that his friend doesn’t notice his laptop out of place when he wakes up.

“Hey, that ain’t mine, though. Be careful with that.” he says, and you scowl in suspicion.

“Thanks,” you smile slightly. “Though I thought I told you not to bring gadgets in the cabin–”

“Don’t ask, just…” he waves his hands frantically, avoiding the question. “I’ll get going.”

“Okay…?” your voice trails off, and you shoo Heeseung away. “You’re a lifesaver, by the way.”

Heeseung nods, jogging his way out as you close your cabin door. You didn’t bother to wonder whose laptop this was; the only thing in your mind was the report you had to finish.

In silence, you immediately get to work. With sips of water from time to time, you struggle to keep yourself awake as you type the needed information, word by word, making sure that it would be slap-worthy on your adviser’s face.

After two hours of staring and typing, you feel your eyes giving out and fingers straining as you move the document file to your flash drive, finally finishing your work.

“This motherfucker better not scold me tomorrow.” you mutter through clenched jaws, carefully ejecting the drive from God-knows-whose laptop.

With slow hands, you close all of the windows you have used, even the tabs, making it look untouched as this was neither your laptop, nor Heeseung's. Whose is this, then? There wasn't a wallpaper in it, just the default one, and that made guessing a waste of time. Nonetheless, you make a mental note to thank the owner first thing in the morning for saving your desperate ass in such a critical situation.

Before you can shut down the device, a particular folder on the desktop screen catches your attention, especially its name,

“Things I want to do to Y/N”

You squint in surprise, mouse cursor hovering over the folder. As much as you wanted to pry it open, you wanted to respect the privacy of the owner of the laptop, whoever they were. But this has my name on it. You shake your head, preparing for the worst to happen as you double-click on the folder. What you see next shocks you utterly, making your heartbeat rise as you check the name of the owner.

The laptop belongs to a Park Jongseong, with the folder containing porn videos.

In astonishment, you close the laptop with a loud thud, not bothering to shut it down properly or close the porn folder before you do. A series of knocks makes you jump and hit your head on the top bunk.

“Go to sleep, Y/N!” your bunkmate from the top grumbles.

What the fuck is going on? You sigh, wrapping yourself in a cocoon with your blanket.

It's the last day of the retreat, which means free time for all the students until the morning comes with no schedules to stick to. However, you were far from relaxed as last night’s events haven't left your mind until now. You didn’t know what to feel knowing that the quiet kid has been fantasizing about you, and in secret. Do you get mad, grossed out or flattered? Neither of them felt right and it messed up with your head so much. Worrying about it would be a waste of time.

Heeseung couldn’t help but notice you staring at Jay, who played basketball by himself from afar. You spaced out often, too, and it was so not like you to do so. Apparently, your efforts on acting normal outside while being a chaotic mess inside fail as you finally draw out a frustrated groan.

“Something wrong?” Heeseung asks. “You're zoned out pretty bad.”

“That report sucked the life out of me.” you reply monotonously, standing up from your seat, eyes not leaving Jay. “I'll meet you at the bonfire. I just need sleep.”

“Fine. I'll take over for you.”

You nod, trudging to your cabin in hopes to get some rest. However, once your body dips down the mattress, images of Jay hovering over you appear as you close your eyes. Shaking it off, you push a pillow against your face, muffling out a scream of annoyance.

On the other hand, Jay has been stealing glances from you as well, completely unaware of you seeing the deepest, darkest secrets he's kept hidden in his laptop.

After what felt like days of slumber, you were awakened by the noise of students outside of the cabins. hollers and shouts fill your ears as you get yourself out of bed. As much as you hated being woken up in such a manner, you were happy to be able to get a wink of sleep.

“Evening, Y/N.”

You look up from the ground, seeing the person whom you unfortunately wanted to avoid the most. Jay wore a small smile on his face, which was seen clearer without his glasses. Contrary to his usual hoodie-slacks combo, he wore a shirt that snugly fit him, in which you can definitely see the slight curvature of his chest. His toned arms were on full display, too, and you couldn’t help but wonder how they’d flex under your touch. His thighs looked just as attractive, given the fact that he wore cargo shorts.

“Good… evening, Jay.” you chuckle awkwardly. “What's the matter? Can I help you?” Why does he look so different? He even wore his hair differently.

“Nothing much.” he replies sheepishly. “Just, uh, wanted to have a casual talk with the president.” God, that bedhead. Why does it make her more fuckable? He steals glances at the skimpy top that hugged your body, accentuating your curves and your plump breasts.

“Really?” you grin in amusement, not expecting his statement. Just say you wanna fuck and go. “That's strange. No one comes up to me unless it’s about school.”

“That'd be an honor.” he comments, gaze not shifting away from you.“Would having small talk with me waste your time?”

You hesitantly shake your head, and he smiles. Fuck, that smile. Where is this going to get me now?

The two of you proceed to have a conversation outside the cabin, at the same time, thinking of lewd thoughts that were probably too inappropriate, given the setting. From time to time, your hands would brush each other’s, increasing the tension between the two of you.

Despite this, Jay would get distracted, finding your giggles so adorable, especially knowing that he was the reason behind them. You admired how Jay speaks, and how cautious he was when you ranted about your ex. He just hoped no one would call you out and separate the both of you.

Or so he thought.

The whistle trills fills your ears as rain falls angrily on your skin. Whines and grumbles were heard as the bonfire session was declared canceled by Sunoo and Jungwon. Students start sprinting back to their cabins as the rain pours, including the supervisors. No more confession time and roasted marshmallows, I guess.

You look over to see your cabin that was several meters from where you and Jay stood, attempting to make a run for it. However, Jay gets a hold of your wrist before you can take your first step.

“Stay.” his voice is deep and alluring, and you could feel your body slightly shiver.

“You sure?” you raise your brows anyway, not bothering to pull away from his grip. “What if someone sees us drenched in here? Are you willing to vouch for me?”

“You're the president. I'm sure no one would budge.”

You don't protest. Instead, you take the opportunity to ask him about the folder in his laptop, which, by the way, he still assumes was untouched. He, meanwhile, couldn’t take his eyes off of the top that clung to your skin, against your stomach. You pretty much were doing the same as you eyed his abs through his shirt.

After what felt like ten minutes of standing under the rain, both of you were drenched as you walked into an empty cabin for protection that no one used due to faulty electricity. You sit side by side in a single bed, neither of you having the guts to start another conversation.

Maybe it was time for you to spill your secrets.

“I like you.”

“Fuck me.”

The two of you look at each other after speaking at the same time. Your remark especially shocks Jay, so does the way you weren’t fazed with his confession just now. A hand instinctively goes up to cup your mouth. Shit, was I not subtle enough? You fake a hearty chuckle (which was actually a nervous one) as you see his perplexed expression.

“You don’t wanna fuck me?” you mutter, confidence leaving your system as his expression remains unchanged.

“No–I mean, yes.” he immediately replies, afraid that you might take it as him rejecting you. “Of course, I do.”

“Do it, then.”

You tower over his sitting figure, propping your hands on his chest. Jay couldn’t help but close his eyes, asking himself whether this was a dream or not. Your touch trails up to his neck, your fingertips tracing his collarbones. You catch his lips into a sloppy kiss, which he returns fervently as he slips his tongue on your mouth. The cold sensation brought by the raindrops on your skin is now gone as he pulls you into his lap and wraps your legs around his waist. For a minute, he savors your lips as his hands find their way to the hem of your top, feeling a little hesitant.

He pulls off, staring into your eyes as he searches for a sign of fear in your face. “Should I?”

Without a word, you nod, guiding his hands into taking off your top. His eyes roam along your torso, your breasts wanting to be freed from their restraints as they were practically coming out of your tight bra. His cock twitches and slightly hardens at the sight.

“Jay…” you whine, digging your ass against his hardness. A groan leaves his mouth. “I want you to take over.”

With that, he flips the two of you over, with you beneath him. He then pins your hands above your head, asserting his dominance. You hitch a breath as you feel his clothed cock rub against your crotch, still not believing his change in character.

“Is this really the quiet kid I knew?” you tease, making Jay yank your bottoms down, leaving you in your bra. He then lands a stinging spank on your ass cheek, squeezing the soft flesh after.

“Shush, Y/N, unless you want me to leave you hanging.”

Damn, even his voice can make me cum at this point. you feel him spreading your legs slowly, dipping a finger on your damp pussy as he kisses your inner thighs. You reach for his hair and stroke it gently as his lips get closer to where you needed him the most, your other hand squeezing your breast.

he licked a warm strip along your clit, eliciting a whimper from you. He held you by the knees to keep you from pressing your thighs together as he ate you out. his moans against your sex provided vibrations that made your toes curl, and moans louder.

“So miss president loves being eaten out, huh?” Jay chuckles, his ego growing as you reply to him with a broken mewl, pushing two of his fingers inside you. “Such a needy slut.”

He proceeds with his ministrations as he leaves marks on your thigh, torso, then up to your breasts, avoiding your neck to not cause suspicion. The way your walls tightened around his fingers made his cock harden even more. even until now, you couldn’t believe the situation you were in–being fucked by the resident introvert who was secretly a freak in bed.

Your grip on his hair tightens as you feel your high nearing. “Jay, I'm cumming!” you cry out desperately.

Hearing that, Jay pulls his fingers out of you, and licks them with a smirk on his lips. “You taste so sweet… however, I can’t just have you cumming somewhere that’s not on my cock, can I?”

He takes off his drenched top, and the rest of his clothes follow, freeing his erect cock from its confines. He drags his tip against your clit, teasing your entrance and holding your hips tight to stop you from pushing him in.

“Jay, please…” you beg, voice laced with frustration. “I want to make you feel good.”

“Is that so?” Jay snickers, slapping your thigh. “Little miss slutty president wants to suck me off?”

“Mm-mm.” you nod, eyeing his cock and the pre-cum that leaked from his tip. “fuck my mouth, just like how you want it.”

Just like how I want it? he stops in his tracks as he sees you grinning from beneath him. It was finally time for you to confess.

“Sir,” you whined, the pet name causing Jay to let out an audible groan. “I gotta tell you something.”

You sit up and bend over in front of him, his cock on your face and your ass up. He lets out a small gasp as your tongue teases his tip. The way you made eye contact with him didn’t help him, either. He bunches your hair up in a ponytail, wrapping it all around his knuckles as you sucked him like a popsicle.

“Tell me, baby,” he sighs, looking down at you in amusement.

“I needed a laptop for my report.” you lick him from base to tip. “And Heeseung, the vice president, borrowed yours for me.”

The way your tongue moves all over him sends shivers all over his body, and he makes the impulsive decision to rub his cock all over your face. “Baby saw my porn stash, didn’t she?” he chuckles, pushing himself deeper in your throat. You try to stop yourself from gagging as he fucks your mouth. “Fuck, yes. Those were all meant for you. All the things I wanna do to that body.”

You moan against his cock, reaching for your clit to rub yourself. you expected a different reaction from him, but by the looks of it, the Jay you passed by along the corridors was now gone. In front of you is a different person, and you actually loved it. You loved this new side of him.

“This is one of them.” Jay adds. “Fucking your mouth.”

You feel your head being guided by his hands as he nears his orgasm, thrusting faster inside your mouth. you whimper as his tip hits your throat, waiting for his warm release to fill your mouth.

However, he pulls out again, much to your dismay. He gets out of the bed and walks to the other side where he can take you from behind. Coincidentally, there stood a mirror in front of you, and you could clearly see his naked body as you were on your hands and knees. Fuck, I bet he works out a lot. He spanks your ass cheeks again, making you yelp.

“God, you’re so fucking hot, miss president.” Jay says under his breath, lining his tip on your cunt and getting ready to push himself inside of you. “I don’t have a condom with me, though.”

“I'm on the pill.” you reply. You realized you haven’t gotten rid of your habit of taking birth control pills even though you didn’t have sex as much anymore, especially now that you’re not with Jake anymore. “I have a favor to ask you.”

“Which is?”

You heave a deep sigh before speaking. I'll have to do this once and for all. “Help me forget about Jake.”

Without a word, he pushes himself slowly inside you. A gasp leaves your mouth at how big and girthy he was as he stretched your walls. It took you a while to adjust to his size, but after he has sunken his whole length in you, he starts moving.

I'll help you forget about Jake, sweetheart. “My love… tell me.” he drags a fingertip along your spine, rocking his hips at a steady pace. “Who's making you feel good right now?”

“You, Jay.” you reply, almost sounding like a scream as you do. “Your cock feels so good inside me.”

“Fuck, yeah, I am.” jay snickers, pulling you by the hair and making you look at your fucked-out reflection in the mirror. “Look at you. Such a cock-hungry bitch.”

God, you hated being degraded, but why did Jay's words turn you on?

Jay's pace gradually goes faster as he feels you tightening around him, his muscles flexing as his skin slaps against yours.

“That fucking soccer boy can never fuck you as good as I do, right?”

“Ah, yes!” you whimper as his finger reaches your clit.

He groans. “Repeat after me, darling. Cheaters.”

“Cheaters–ah!” you squeal as Jay spanks your ass again.

“Ain’t.” Jay seethed.

“Ain't…” you draw out a whine as he holds you by the waist.

“Shit.” he pulls you to sit up, slapping your breasts.

“Shit! Oh, that feels good.” you bury your head in the bed.

“See? That fucker doesn’t deserve you.” he whispered against your neck, leaving a dark mark by sucking on it. “He can go get some dick by himself ‘cause from now on, you’re mine.”

As his hands make their way back to your breasts, you feel like putty under Jay's touch. You couldn’t help but agree to his every word as if he’s put you in a state of hypnosis. Your words are incomprehensible as he snaps his hips harshly against yours, the feeling of his cock inside you clouding your vision and thoughts.

“I said you’re mine, little slut.”

“I'm yours.” you breathe out.

Once he has been given the go signal, he slows down for a bit and turns your head so you can see each other’s gazes. “If you'd let me take care of you, I'd do it wholeheartedly.” he said, kissing your knuckles lovingly. “I don't care how slow you want the process to be, Y/N. Just give me a chance.”

You don’t say a word. Instead, you lock his lips in a loving kiss. He holds onto your waist for dear life as your hips move in sync, the heated moment turning into a passionate, affectionate one.

“You close?” Jay mumbles against your lips, and you nod.

You stay still in that position as Jay picks up his pace, letting you feel his warmth as he brings you to your high.

Your climax crashes like waves, and it seems like momentarily taking the life out of you. Jay follows suit, his seed spilling inside of you.

After a good minute, he pulls out of you, lays you down on the mattress and hovers above you. you cup his cheeks and give him a peck on the forehead, the introvert in him slowly coming back as he blushes at your action.

“Let me clean you up.” Jay says with a slight pout, the dominant in him finally out of the picture as he spoke.

“Can we do that later?” you reply, planting a kiss on his nose. “Let me hold you for a while.”

He doesn’t oblige. Rather, he picks up his drenched shorts from the floor, pulling a small handkerchief from its pocket. As he proceeds cleaning you up, you stare at him fondly. Were you in love? Not yet. Would you give him a shot? Definitely. The way he just switched up on you would need some processing time, though. It was one heck of a moment.

The night ends with Jay sending you off to your cabin, kissing you good night as he promises to meet you in school after the weekend.

You slowly stroll along the corridors of the art department building, looking for Jay's room as you go. You have been walking for thirty minutes straight, but without an ounce of exhaustion in your body although it was a Thursday–a work day for the student council president. To say that you were excited to meet him would be an understatement.

It’s been a week since the last day of the cabin trip and your first sexual encounter with someone who wasn’t Jake. You’ve been feeling a lot better, and it made Heeseung and Jungwon wonder how you’ve done it so fast. Jay’s been sending you food over the weekend and it stunned you how well he cooks. He’s been dropping over to the student council adviser’s office from time to time, too, just to watch you work.

You feel your feet starting to hurt, but you keep on walking anyway. I need to see my Jay after a long dayyyyy.

“There she is!” a voice starts shouting, causing you to stop on your tracks. “The prim and proper student council president.”

You squint your eyes at the person who turned out to be Sim Jayoon, Jake's cousin. She eyes you with a scowl as if scrutinizing you, and retches as if she was grossed out. You knew exactly what she came at you for–to act as a proxy for her wimpy cousin who hasn’t shown his face in the soccer team ever since. She has the reputation of being the worst pick-me in all of tenth grade, and that makes this encounter worse.

“You rang, Yoon?” you reply, faking a cheerful tone as you try your best not to pounce at the poor girl. “Do you need help with something?”

“Weren’t you crying over Jake oppa just last week?” Yoon spits out, towering over you to assert dominance. “Now you’re fucking with another guy? Seriously, sunbaenim, how much of a slut can you be?”

Does she expect me to cry and beg her to keep my dirty little secret? You snort. “Babe, your Jake oppa two-timed me with Park Sunghoon while I was on duty. That makes your cousin the slut here, doesn’t it?”

“And I did what I could do best–moving on.” you add, pissing Yoon off even more. Her face reddens in anger, and you taunt her, patting her head. “Aww, look at you. Aren’t you such a good guard dog for not admitting that your cousin made mistakes?”

“Shut up!” she yells defensively, stepping away from you. “You’re the president and you’re supposed to be the role model, right? You should step down if you tolerate double-dipping! bitch!”

With that, Yoon raises a hand to land a slap on your face, and you grimace, expecting the sting to land on your cheek. However, three seconds in and nothing hits you.

Turns out, a hand blocked Yoon’s arm and stopped her from slapping you. You look over your shoulder to see Jay with his usual meh expression plastered on his face. He raises his brows at Yoon, evidently annoyed by her words.

“At least she’s getting better sex than your cousin does.” he quips, throwing Yoon’s wrist to the ground.

You gasp at Jay’s choice of words. “Jay! Language!”

“What? It's the truth.” he replies, holding up a cube in his hand which happened to be a mini-recorder. “You want me to call your parents or something?”

In defeat, Yoon screams, stomping her way out of the corridors. You hear a deep chuckle from Jay behind you, and you instinctively land a slap on his chest. “You didn’t just say that in front of a fifteen-year old kid.”

“What was I supposed to do? She’s just called you slut and a bitch.” Jay shrugged, and you could only shake your head at him. He leans closer to your ear and whispers, “You’re my bitch, though.”

You roll your eyes, unable to protest “Jay, as much as I appreciate the degradation–”

“Meet me after your last period. I promise I won’t ditch you.” he grins, giving your lips a brief peck. “I’m off to the e-sports club office and nope, Heeseung hyung won’t be playing with me this time.”

“Thanks for the assurance..?” you say hesitantly, followed by a chuckle. He’s back at it again with the random updates. “Show them what you got, gamer boy.”

He pecks your lips again, and starts walking away with his back facing you. You could only look at him in awe as he leisurely walked the corridor with his headphones on and probably a One Ok Rock song blasting from them. He was your definition of comfort, and the only one who could convince you that wasting time wasn’t a bad thing after all.

“Love ya!” he bellows suddenly, making you yelp. Now’s not the time to say it back yet. You blow him a kiss and he makes a run for the stairs. Of course, you loved him, too.

And the other sides of him, of course.

a/n: this fic is especially dedicated to my girlies nics (@ddeonuism) and aria (@jaylaxies) bc apparently they love this fic so much so OFC i had to retrieve it and free it from the dungeon! this is for all my jay hoes 🥳 one of the fics that got me started in enhablr AND my first ever jay fic. i tweaked this a lil bit just to make jay hotter and sweeter bc ik that's what y'all want right 🙄 /lh enjoy lovelies!

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hannie-dul-set · 10 months

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LOVE VOMIT [n.] — the term when you become too full with your feelings too quickly and too frequently that you end up spitting everything out before even getting the chance to digest. this happens to you more often than you’d like to admit— every quarter, actually, ever since starting college. but what can you do when the prospect of falling in love is just too good to say no to? what can you do when maybe the next desert might actually stay inside your system this time?

or, wherein you fall in love with a different guy every season but fail to notice the one that’s been looking at you the whole year.

PAIRING. choi soobin x female! reader (ft. the rest of txt x reader). GENRE. slice of life, romance, humor, mild angst, SLOWBURN, college! au, orgmate! soobin, pining to the highest degree, multiple love interests, featuring some members of seventeen, enhypen, and le sserafim. WARNINGS. swearing, drinking, annoying org jargon, both mcs are pathetic, unrequited feelings. WORD COUNT. teaser: 429 | full fic: est. 25-30k. RELEASE DATE: late june to early july.

NOTE. i said i was going to post the preview at the end of the week but i got too excited 😭😭 this may be a soobin fic but. u see. i am in love with all five of them so YOU will also fall in love with all five of them i don't make the rules.

i also wanted to jump back into my comfort zone of writing ordinary college life tingz, especially now that i actually have 2 years worth of experience to draw reference from. anyhow, send me an ask/dm to be addded to the taglist. preview under the cut!

THE TIME IS SPRING. A soft musk in the air, freshly bloomed flowers lining the sidewalks, and the start of a new semester. There’s something gentle about springtime, reminiscent of crisp blankets straight from the dryer with lavender seeping into its cotton folds and sunlight leaking through pleated sheer curtains. The season is for cherry blossoms and picnic baskets, outings and first loves. You’ve always associated these things with spring, however none of these sensibilities are present tonight.

Instead of clear skies and bright sunlight, the view through the diner windows is lit up by artificial lights and signages in the middle of a March evening. There’s no lilac nor daisies in the air, but cheap beer and the savory smell of fried chicken. It’s noisy, it’s loud, and it’s far from the gentleness of spring, but you’ve never felt more alive at this time of the year.

‘Why did you join Shutter.TXT?’ reads the sheet of paper sitting on your table. You’re all smiles as you listen to the answers of those sitting at your table, mindlessly nodding along after being three glasses in. Tonight is an orientation-slash-welcome party for the organization you impulsively joined upon entering the university.

Because photography is my passion...because I want to explore other fields…because, because, because.

The answers carousel around the table, and honest to god, you stopped listening at some point because it’s getting repetitive. You don’t understand the purpose of this activity. Why else would you join a club for photography, videography, and editing if not for photography, videography, and editing?

“Are you kids having fun?”

You perk up. The empty smiles you’ve been giving suddenly becomes brighter, your eyes crinkling at the corners. Spring came belatedly tonight, and it came in the form of your extremely pretty senior suddenly appearing behind your seat and you’re instantly all the more conscious about your posture when he leans down to check in on your group. He cranes his head to look at you with a smile. “Is it your turn?” he asks. The back of your neck is burning.

“Ah, yes,” you cough, clearing your throat to introduce your name. “I major in public administration. I know it’s pretty far from my discipline, but I decided to join Shutter.TXT because I didn’t want to be constrained in one field throughout college. I’m sure this organization will make my university experience a lot more exciting and interesting.”

Lies. You joined because of the very face that’s smiling at you this very moment.

“I look forward to working with you.”

love vomit. © hannie-dul-set, 2023.

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lanas-delight · 5 months

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from across the room.

♫ rec: about you by the 1975

✰ an enhypen scenario || gen!reader x jake

✰ description — a disastrous break up, raging arguments, fading love, and what could’ve been.

✰ warnings — language, arguments, mention and accusations of cheating, and a LOT of angst.

✰ note — u guys dont know me yet but i have been told im a mastermind when it comes to writing angst 😍 (ive js made my friends cry with what ive written before lolz) anyways enjoy! 🤭😅

Relationships never lasted with you. It was never your fault exactly, it was either them not being ready for it or just plainly doing you dirty, but you always moved on. It never phased you much, any of it, though that was because all of those people before weren’t him.

His name was Jake. You met him exactly two years and 23 days ago. Your two year anniversary was 18 days ago. You loved him, and he loved you. Everything was good. You were already living together, which happened about seven months ago, but there hasn’t been any issues. Everything was good—until it wasn’t.

“You’re kidding.”

“I wish I was,” Jake huffs, falling back onto the shared bed of yours. “Trust me, I hate it just as much as you do, maybe more,” he was referring to the business trip he was being forced to go on for a few days. He leaves tomorrow, and he hated that he would have to leave you again. This wasn’t the first business trip he’s ever been on, especially lately. He had gone on seven the last two months alone. You kept count.

"When will you be back?"

"Saturday?" He sounded unsure. "I'll call you once we get there, though," and he sat on the bed, putting on his shoes and tying the laces before continuing to pack his suitcase. You didn't say a word, only sat beside his suitcase and in hopes to reassure you, he leaned over and pressed a kiss to your cheek. You, however, just sighed and looked over at his direction, your eyes avoiding his, earning a puppy-like look from him. "What?"

"You sure have gone on a lot of trips lately," you remark, though quietly. He stares at you as you continue, "I'm worried, Jake."

"About?"

A sudden twist in your stomach, you felt sick. "Nevermind, I'll sound stupid," but he sits with you, worried and concerned terribly.

"No, what is it?"

You sighed again.

"Talk to me, Y/N."

"Are you having an affair?"

Jake laughed. He laughed. "What?" He scoffed, "Why would I ever cheat on you? Are you insane?" Such a kind thing to say to your partner, but he took it back instantly. "I'm sorry. That wasn't nice. It's really just a business trip, Y/N," he tells you, "I only love you."

"But how can I trust you?" You stood up, apart from him as he watched you with furrowed brows. "You've gone on so many, so often, you—You barely call when you're gone. How am I supposed to be sure you're not in bed with someone else?"

"Y/N," he shook his head, "If you don't have trust, we—"

"We have nothing, right?" And you turned, "Nothing new," You then walked off but he followed you into the kitchen, his packing coming to a sudden halt as he tried to make things right with you before he would leave. You grabbed some of the dishes and started to hand-wash them, while he stood near you and tried to reason with you.

"You're being ridiculous," he tells you, a bit rudely, "Why won't you listen to me?" But you ignore him. "Y/N, please. I don't want to leave with us like this. I love you—"

"Then prove it," You turned to him suddenly, "Prove that you love me, because you don't. You sleep in our bed for a couple nights then you're off on another trip. You kiss me but there's no love. There's nothing. There's . . ." You sighed, "There's nothing between us anymore. Because of you."

Jake took a step back. "Y/N, what are you saying?"

You pulled your phone out of your pocket and looked through your photos, showing him a screenshot you had taken off of Jake's phone. Messages with a girl who you didn't recognize, but when you messaged the girl, she swore they were just friends, that she had a boyfriend. But even that won't stop a girl sometimes. You didn't know how to feel, you weren't even sure if the messages had the intent of an affair. It was innocent chatting, you thought, but the fact he couldn't bring himself to look you in the eyes then made you realize the truth. It wasn't innocent. It wasn't a surprise either.

"I don't know why you talk to her, tell her everything while you tell me nothing, but if she's what you want, then she can have you." You threw a pot down in the sink, creating a loud noise to echo through the kitchen and the rest of the apartment as you stormed out, grabbed your coat and slid on your uggs. "I'm going to F/N's," you say, seeing him appear in the hallway behind you. "Goodnight, Jake." The door slammed behind you and you left, leaving the love you had once for him behind.

He called twice, left a voicemail, and sent over 30 messages, explaining everything. He didn't have feelings for that other girl, though he didn't give you any reason to think otherwise so you left that night. You didn't want anything to do with him. Genuinely, you didn't. You didn't know if he had actually cheated, though he claimed he didn't and that he would never do that to you, but he opened up to that girl about things you never even knew an ounce about.

She did have a boyfriend, but it wasn't until a week later that she texted you, telling you that she did like your boyfriend, which caused her own boyfriend to dump her. It wasn't surprising to you at all.

You had been staying at your friend's house for the last week, so when you finally called him back, you only asked him if he had any feelings for that girl. He didn't say anything. He hesitated, but he said no. However, that wasn't enough for you. You hung up on him and texted him that you were through. You asked him to have his stuff out of your apartment by next Friday, which he agreed to.

But on that Friday, when he was taking the last of his stuff, he stopped and looked at you coldly, unsure what to say but spoke anyways. His voice deep and hurt, just like his heart, just like yours.

"You didn't fight for us," he told you, "You didn't even care to listen to what I had to say. You leave every time it gets hard, you blame me for everything I do, but what am I supposed to do when you won't even hear me out, Y/N?"

"I don't know," You stared back at him with crossed arms, "Maybe don't cheat on me?" You scoffed, but he couldn't believe you.

"Why do you have to brush me aside like that?" Jake questioned, "You never listened to me. Have you even considered the possibility that I didn't open up to you because you didn't give me the chance to?"

You unfolded your arms, but you took his words the wrong way. "Are you implying I made you cheat on me?"

But that enraged him. "I didn't cheat on you, Y/N!" He raises his voice, throwing his hands in the air defensively, "I talked to who I thought was my friend, about personal stuff because I couldn't bring myself to talk to you about it, so instead of just trusting me to tell you on my own, you go through my phone and accuse me of cheating on you."

"You hesitated," you threw it back in his face, "When I asked you if you liked her, you hesitated before saying no. You had to think about whether or not you liked another girl while you were with me. Do you not realize how pathetic that made me feel?"

"Do you not realize how pathetic you've made me feel?" Jake remarks, tears in his eyes, mirroring yours, "I'm the bad guy in every part of this story, Y/N, because you won't even give me the chance to explain myself. You keep dismissing me and ignoring me, but why won't you listen to me? I love you with all I have, Y/N."

But you wiped your tears, sniffling. "I never want to see you again."

His eyes grew wide, but he didn't fight against it. He grabbed the last of his stuff and left without another word spoken between you both.

There was a party. You didn't know anyone but your best friend, but as she had gone off with her boyfriend, you were now alone, sitting on the couch, drinking liquor out of some plastic cup. You wore a red dress, made of satin, with heels that weren't too high that your ankles wanted to break but not too flat that made you appear too different from everyone else. You didn't want to be different, easy to single out. You wanted to fit in, just like everyone else. But you weren't like everyone else. That was clear the moment he saw you.

The room was crowded. You could barely see over dozens of people piled into one room. Music blaring, dim lights as one of your favorite songs started to play. People were dancing, people were drinking, having a good time like there was no tomorrow. And there he was, standing by the wall. You could see him through the small spaces between people. His eyes were glued to his phone screen for a fleeting moment, one that felt a little too long until he suddenly met eyes with you and in response, you smiled at him from across the room, while your heart jumped out of your chest and you had never felt more noticed in your life.

He approached you soon enough, breaking the awkwardness with a little joke before he sat beside you and started an easy-going conversation with you about what you did for work, what he did for work, etc. The night ended with a lightly-sober kiss between you both, where he said something so beautiful to you that you swore it was engraved into you. He said, "You are so pretty when you smile, but when it was just at me, like I was the only person in that crowded room, I knew it was you that I'm going to fall for." Five days later, after a couple of sober dates, he was your boyfriend. And for two years, you promised yourself that he was the one. Until he wasn't.

You had a dream once, that you married Jake and had a family with him. You had a couple of dogs, ones he and the kids all named like Scout, Georgie, and Layla the 2nd. You had your dream job, as did he, and you were just so happy with him and the kids. He had built you your dream house, with a concrete pool and a beautiful backyard that the kids would run all over in with the dogs. He had always promised you that he would anything for you—build you a house, give you the family you wanted, be the husband you needed. You loved him with your entire being, and he felt the same way about you.

But it had been five years since the break up. You haven't heard from him in at least four years, and the last thing you were told, he was engaged to some new girl and was moving back to Australia after the wedding.

You had met someone else, too. You had only been dating for a few months now, nothing too serious just yet, but you were just getting used to being in a relationship again. You were taking it slow, not wanting to rush anything.

You didn't have feelings for Jake anymore. You haven't loved him in years. But there's a part of that wishes that fate would lead you back into each other's lives, single and open for a second chance. But that was never going to happen. You were never going to be the one he stares at from across the room, where you smile at him and start the love that should have lasted forever, but it never stood a chance. You had moved on, and so has he. The memories of what love gave you both lingers in your eyes, your mind, and for the rest of your life, you'll know that it just wasn't meant to be. From across the room, you'll stay, and regret ever smiling at him for he became the love of your life, just as quickly as you left him. It was over. But you were okay.

You had to be.

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A/N - sorry guys i felt like hurting feelings today mb

#jake sim #jake x reader #enhypen #enhypen x reader #sunghoon #niki #jay #jungwon #sunoo #heeseung #enhypen angst #angst #jake #jay park #park jongseong #park sunghoon #kim sunoo #lee heeseung #niki nishimura

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winwintea · 1 month

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Let's ride, Rodeo!

abt me!

london/cowboy — broke college student — 20 — any pronouns!

mbti: entj + gemini

nationality: raaaaaaaaaaaah america /hj (save me please)

lang: 中文/en all ok

fav color: brown/green

ult groups: nct (all units), enhypen, skz, txt, aespa, (g)-idle, riize, & zb1 (casual listener of many groups)

biases: doyoung, chenle, winwin, riku, jay (en), han (skz), soobin, ningning, soyeon/yuqi, anton, matthew/taerae

likes: bubble tea, cats, dark academia, gaming, literature, sleep, fashion, writing, winning, people, turtles, pineapple on pizza (unironically)

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i'll write basically anything but smut. i apologize but i get really uncomfy writing it, so the most i'll do is somewhat suggestive works. i'll read it though, if u wanna send me good fics recs 🙏

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tyonfs · 1 year

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I posted 1,316 times in 2022

983 posts created (75%)

333 posts reblogged (25%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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I tagged 1,240 of my posts in 2022

Only 6% of my posts had no tags

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#the denim jacket .. i want an au where jaemin takes u to the fair and lets u wear his denim jacket while ur trying to win a stuffed animal

My Top Posts in 2022:

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❝ i noticed you staring at my ass earlier, by the way. do you want me to get my shorts out of the way so you can get a better look? ❞

PAIRING ▸ huang renjun x fem!reader

GENRES ▸ smut, fluff, crack, college au, strangers to lovers au

WARNINGS ▸ profanity, alcohol consumption, sexual tension, teasing, dirty talk, one night stand trope, fingering, palming, oral (fem. receiving), more oral (m. receiving), choking, raw sex (pls use protection), in this society we make important decisions with rock paper scissors, copious amounts of anime references, ft. jaemin, hyuck, and jeno tormenting poor renjun

SUMMARY ▸ huang renjun might be the least committed to all this “bitch hunting” bullshit, and he doesn’t want to stoop to the level of stupidity his friends are at. that’s why he’s pissed when you’re strutting around in those high waisted shorts wherever you go, making renjun lose all sense of reason.

PLAYLIST ▸ like by bts • cravin by danileigh, g-eazy • 23 by chase atlantic • sparkle by radwimps

WORD COUNT ▸ 7,850 words

AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ first installment of the bitch hunters series !! wrote this while i was angry bc my discord got hacked and i was furiously typing LOL but hope u enjoy ♡

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netflix and chill

❝ you’ve been eye-fucking me all night, and i was starting to think you weren’t gonna get around to the chill part of netflix and chill. ❞

PAIRING ▸ lee jeno x fem!reader

GENRES ▸ smut, fluff, crack, college au, strangers to lovers au

WARNINGS ▸ profanity, smut, couch sex, wall sex, shower sex, fingering, dry humping, lots of teasing!! and some degradation and praise, oral (fem. receiving), choking, size kink, bulge kink, hyuck is insufferable, i’m sorry this is pure filth, despite the warnings there are fluffy moments

SUMMARY ▸ lee jeno doesn’t want to give up the carefree life of a single man, not tied down by emotional entanglements and commitments. that is, until he sees you smacking a man twice your size with a stack of engineering paper. he kind of falls in love, so jeno does what any normal person does and invites you over to netflix and chill.

PLAYLIST ▸ long way 2 go by cassie • sour grapes by le sserafim • foreshadow by enhypen • lucid dream by aespa

WORD COUNT ▸ 10,087 words

AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ hello hello! i went awol for a tiny bit but im back and i really hope you guys enjoy this !! shoutout to the ice cream sandwich that kept me awake to finish this. second installment of the bitch hunters series ♡

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fight club

❝ i don’t care if she has a pretty face; if this is your first night at fight club, you have to fight.❞

PAIRING ▸ lee jeno x fem!reader

GENRES ▸ smut, fluff, fight club au, rich kid au, college au, strangers to lovers

WARNINGS ▸ profanity, violent themes (fighting), mentions of blood, 7dream are all part of the fight club, ft. best friends karina and sungchan, sneaking around, fingering, strength/size kink, oral (fem. receiving), choking, sex ofc, lowkey corruption kink, also i swear jeno is soft

SUMMARY ▸ after park jisung introduces you to his shady after-school activity, you realize it’s far too dangerous to be involved with the underground fight club in any way. their members are rough around the edges—except for lee jeno, who keeps you coming back for more.

PLAYLIST ▸ atm by j. cole • baby don’t stop by nct u • new axis by nct u • nate growing up by labyrinth

WORD COUNT ▸ 11,914 words

AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ WOOO ITS FINALLY OUT i hope you guys like it and lmk what u think !! ♡ remember when this was supposed to be 5k words LOL + another note and the tag list is at the bottom (sorry i forgot to respond to yall in the comments but i think i got everyone!) and thank you again for all the love :’)

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bitch hunters

huang renjun, lee jeno, lee donghyuck, and na jaemin are determined to have girlfriends by the end of their college years, but that’s easier said than done when they’re known as the biggest players on campus.

GENRES ▸ smut, fluff, crack, college au

WARNINGS ▸ profanity, sexual content (smut), alcohol consumption

AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ hello !! welcome to my nct dream 00 line series that i’m super hyped for !! since i never did anything for my 1k followers milestone.... or 2k.... or 3k.... or 4k.... consider this my 5k milestone ♡ these are going to be like mini fics (around 5k??) so it’s a refreshing break from the long fics :’) the stories are loosely connected but you don’t have to read in order. send me an ask or comment to be added to the tag list! thank you for reading & i hope you enjoy!!

COMPLETED ▸ november 27th, 2022

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My #1 post of 2022

cherry girl!

❝ i think it’s about time i show you how good i can make you feel. ❞

PAIRING ▸ na jaemin x fem!reader

GENRES ▸ smut, fluff, crack, college au, gamer au (twitch streamer!jaemin), friends to lovers, fuckboy au, friends with benefits au, a little bit of angst

WARNINGS ▸ profanity, sexting, dirty talk, corruption kink, the classic “teaching them to fuck” trope, fingering, oral (f. and m. receiving), dry humping, praise, mc is very innocent, jaemin being a cocky loser (somewhat endearing?), jealous jaemin is a dick, sneaking around, slight exhibitionism, mutual pining

SUMMARY ▸ virginity is a social construct, so it’s not like na jaemin had to know you were a pure, untouched maiden. okay, so maybe you should’ve told him that before he was knuckles-deep inside you.

or, in which progressing from best friends to best friends with benefits is hard, especially when you both have feelings for each other.

PLAYLIST ▸ know now by nct u • fuck up the friendship by leah kate • often by the weeknd • double take by dhruv

WORD COUNT ▸ 16722 words

AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ I’VE BEEN SO EXCITED TO RELEASE THIS i hope yall enjoy and lmk what u think !! ♡ tag list is at the bottom and a big thank you to everyone who asked to be part of it!

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venusdear · 9 months

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LITERALLY THO LMAO I FEEL SORRY FOR HER HUSBAND

yes it is! heres an issue of it:

when i looked it up to get this pic, i found out it stopped printing in winter 2016 :( I also used to read American Girl magazine and Discovery Girls magazine. All out of print now (the brand american girl is very much active, just the magazine stopped printing).

LMAO SRY I GO ON LOOOOONG ASS TANGENTS WHEN I GET NOSTALGIC

anyways, about wakeone. they are trash. the only difference between wakeone and a trash bin is the bin. i hate wakeone. the boys of highlight have their own company called around us entertainment and now im wondering can they take in to1? hmmm

literally tho lol. "junhyung is jake from enhypen now" NAWT JAKE FROM ENHYPEN LMAO. staff at belift, dragging junhyung in: okay meet ur 8th member guys! the enhypen boys: o_o /j

me, upon seeing literally any guy: hes cute lol.

the k in kpop does not stand for korean. it can stand for either kim jeyou, kim minsu, kyungho, kobayashi daigo, or kikwang. now everyone stand up for our national anthem u can pick from either sugar shock or predator lol.

i watched the suit dance for predator and my god i was not okay after that for several hours. it was beautiful. the dance was beautiful the song was beautiful the suit was beautiful he was beautiful my god if u look up "beautiful" a picture of gikwang should show up there.

how the hell does the staff work with someone so beautiful and are still able to go back home to their partner or spouse if i were them id be like sry we're breaking up i saw lee gikwang in person and realized i deserve someone better.

my god.

LIKE.

LOOK AT HIM. hes never defeating the disney prince allegations and i love that.

aND HE CAN ACT TOO. HES GONNA BE IN A DRAMA. HES GONNA DO MARTIAL ARTS AND HES GONNA BE THE VILLAIN. IM OVER HERE GETTING THE WEIRDEST HOBBIES BC OF HIM, FIRST READING NOW KDRAMAS. unfortunately it probably wont release until 2024.

yes i promise i love all 4 members, its just when i have a bias i talk about them like 300 times more than the others.

my god i just wanted to see yoseob and now im neck deep in this damn fandom. highlight's fandom is called lights and lights who bias gikwang are called aces :D likewise, to1's fandom is called TOgethers or gethers for short and gethers who bias kyungho (ex. ME!) are called gaengdans.

also about junhyung. if u think about it "yong junhyung" is such a badass name. aND ON TOP OF THAT HES A RAPPER. AND HES TALENTED. AND PRETTY. AND HAS HIS OWN LABEL. AND HES MOST LIKELY SUPER RICH. AND HIS SURNAME MEANS "DRAGON." god truly does have favorites, my friend.

SO THAT'S WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE :O super sparkly AWEEE why don't they print it anymore? i would have loved to read it :"D

LOLOLOL SOMETIMES I DO THAT TOO you are so relatable

SCREW WAKEONE ke1per deserves better to1 deserves a comeback IS IT BECAUSE THEY'RE OLDER THEREFORE NOT AS POPULAR????

the enhypen boys replacing jake with junhyung: 😈😈

a cute boy IS a cute boy (please tell me you get the reference)

omg there are so many ppl with the last name kim like kpop could become KIM POP kim everything WE ALL LIVE IN THE KIM LIFE

THE STAFF ARE STRONGER THAN ME BC OF I SAW THEM MY HANDS WOULD BE SHAKING. LIKE AN EARTHQUAKE.

OMG SEND OVER THE DRAMA BECAUSE I NEED TO KNOW 2024???? 😭😭 MAN

me too me too bc the bias is what YOUR BIAS YOU ARE LEGALLY OBLIGATED TO TALK ABOUT THEM 100 MORE TIMES THAN THE OTHERS IT'S CALLED A BIAS FOR A REASON!!!!

AWEEE ACES THAT'S SO CUTE you guys are aces because he's such an ace

DRAGON???? OMG NAHHH THAT'S SO COOL LIKE IMAGINE JUST CASUALLY MENTIONING YOUR NAME MEANS DRAGON.

#emmie 🎼#also i love your asks #i will never get tired of them

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rinbowaman · 1 year

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so do u like enhypen? or kpop? or is hee just some dude that u use a reference for fics lmao? cuz he is like damn smoking hot right?

im being noisy and want to know more about u i guess

lol isnt he though? MGR/MRE/HHP Heeseung is hotter than fire, he's a stud like big time. he's literally the man to everyones dreams and he's got that whole mystery, cool, and suave thing about him, but he's humble and doesn't flaunt it like most men who fit the description would. he's got a very genuine personality and is loving towards those he cares about. wait till i start posting HHP, you'll see alot more smoking hot Heeseung. like...really hot. and it's not just in the bedroom either. I'm curious what you guys find about MGR/MRE heeseung super attractive, because if it's his mannerisms, please let me know because it helps with the future chapters.

I like all music, and I do listen to kpop, i wasnt (still not entirely) familiar with enhypen, my friend actually is a huge fan of them. her favorite is heeseung and whenever i would have her read my drafts when i was really active on fanfiction.net (i was writing ff for anime, tv shows, and kdramas) she asked me if i could re-edit some of the stories to reflect heeseung, and pretty much convinced me to make a tumblr profile for heeseung fics. which i'm glad she did because i love seeing everyone enjoy the story.

MGR/MRE/HHP Heeseung replaced a character i made up in the series named Andiy, and the personality and character was something i just made up entirely on my own. I kind of base all my characters on myself, even male leads (just always ask myself how i would go about the event if i was a male and in this scenario) and that's how i'm able to portray their character. When i changed Andiy into Heeseung, i re-edit some of the content so it had some of the real heeseung in there (like his hobbies with bb, dancing, his appearance, facial expressions) which consist of alot of googling because up until last month i did not know who the guy was lol. but i wanted to include some authenticity in the character so it helped make some sense of certain scenarios, for instance, his strength and agility is all attributed to his dancing and playing bb.

but i will say, the series is so much better with heeseung, because not only do you already have an actual vision of his appearance, i think it made the story better because his expressions, aura, and vibe fits better. so when i re-edited the series, i was getting so hyped and surprised myself because even though the events in the series didnt change, the character connection, the smut scenes, adn everything was 10x better.

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theninthdoor · 1 year

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Hi, i would like to join your game

Initials: A C

Big 3: libra sun, Scorpio moon, Capricorn rising

Boy group

Enhypen - future perfect

B,c, d

Thank u

here it is, sweetheart! hope you enjoy it ✨

⭒ Group + Soloist. You'd leave your group at some point and become a soloist. ⭒ Group: 8 members. ⭒ (soloists don’t have group system and all, so here are some names that came to mind while suffling the cards + since you said you had a preference for bg, i went with male soloists) Kai; Taemin.

b) ⭒ Reputation/Image: Sensitive; someone who's in touch with their feelings. Emotionally mature. Compassionate; always willing to help others. An individual with great leadership qualities; very strong and dependable. Someone who takes care of others around them - and of themselves! A romantic. Love songs could be your thing (as a soloist). ⭒ CFs: A fashion brand with a very polished/elegant image. Something like Hyundai or Kia (the car companies).

c) ⭒ Female idols: Someone who feels things very deeply. Many of your songs could reference heartbreak or the pains of a relationship, and so they would always have that in mind when thinking or talking about you. Someone who's career oriented; grounded; responsible. Very serious about your job and finances. ⭒ Male idols: A good friend. Humble. Someone who doesn't let fame get to their head. Someone who's fantastic at giving advice, and guiding other towards better career decisions/paths. A hard worker. A person who doesn't fail on their commitments. Inspiring, in many ways, but specially when it comes to work ethic. ⭒ Friendships: You'd befriend action oriented people. Witty people. Good communicators. Producers; songwriters; those working behind the scenes in the industry. People who have a lot of passion for what they do, and work hard to keep on bettering their skills even further. Your friendships would be quite public or simply very talked about on the internet. Perhaps you'd be on a variety show with your bffs?? As a friend, you'd be the restless, quick witted friend. Not always present, but still quite reliable. Extremely honest and assertive. You would not hold back from voicing your opinions.

d) ⭒ Love life: One very, very public relationship. Long lasting, too. Even if you had other relationships during your career, this one would follow you around forever. ⭒ Idols who'd be attracted to you: The daredevils. People who like breaking rules. Those who don't shy away from taking risks. Shameless flirts. Spontaneous; bold individuals. (look- the Devil and the Fool came out together… these people are the WILD ONES lmaoo. Take that as you will…).

#tqqgame

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ilovejoo · 1 year

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HI HAJZJA IM HERE FOR THE MATCH MAKING THING. Here's my details.

My preferred group is enhypen

Pronouns are she/her

MBTI : ISTP-T

Hobbies : dancing, gaming, listening to music and watching random bs lmaoo

Love Language : I'm a mix of everything. I love LOVE phsyical touch like i crave hugs and kisses (maybe... i haven't kissed anyone cuz I'm single asf). My friends say mine's Words of affirmations too.

Likes : MY DOG BRO SHES LITERALLY THE CUTEST LITTLE BABAJWJZSNS. SHES A LABRADOR AND SHE TURNS 4 THIS MONTH! dancing and my friends and loved ones. BOBA AND ICE CREAM AND CHOCOLATE. there's so many things i could go on.

Dislike : I hate mint choco. No questions asked it's literally TOOTHPASTE and CHOCOLATE. i hate people who are annoying too and like pick me's (i want u to pick me pick me pick me up). I hate the kind of people who pretend they know everything like pls shut up. I HATE IT WHEN PEOPLE DON'T GIVE ME LOVE AND AFFECTION ILL LITERALLY SULK. i cant think of any LOL.

How i would describe myself hmm, I care slot ab people I love, i will literally kill anyone who hurts my loved ones. i do goof around alot to show my child side but if the situation persists i get serious and I SCARE PEOPLE BRO 💀. I also remember dance choreography fast, probably due to cuz ive been dancing for years lol. I'm also really supportive abt stuff. I also tend to be honest asf and say stuff that can hurt someone's feelings. Like if ur wearing smth and u look bad I'll tell it to you 😭

My height : i think I'm 164cm ( 5'5 )

What i look like : I'm very insecure ab my fave but I'll describe how i look. I have Dark brown hair and Dark brown eyes. I'm tanned (probably like hwasa SHES A QUEEN). Some friends do say i have doe eyes and plump lips.

I look for someone who loves me for who i am and i have the connection with him. I don't date for the sake of dating like how people do in my school. I also get very protective and i expect the same. He should be tall and look good but also have a good personality inside. He should be nice and kind not only to me but to everyone around him. A little possesive is ok. He should be very trustworthy and also trust me. He should know what limits are. Someone i can be myself around and someone i can talk to when I've had a bad day. SOMEONE WHO GIVES ALOT OF HUGS IS GOING TO BE AWESOME! Oh and also someone who's willing to do random shit with me lolll

I literally can't think rn LOL (I'll probably think ab some later and be like "oh shit i should have added smth"

HAVE A GOOD DAY ILY!

HAHAH DUDE THE PICK ME REFERENCE GOT ME SINGING i loved that song

your valentine is... jungwon!

listen to: wii date by city girl, highvyn, tiffi, and siopaolo

hearing about your dog reminded me of his dog like. imagine not only you guys bonding but your dogs bonding SO CUTE

jungwon hugs r the best hugs

DANCING TOGHTHER TOO omg

how you spend vday together...

you both wanted to go on a walk as a part of your date; as the flowers started to bloom on the sidewalks and the sky started to clear, there was no better thing than going on a stroll hand in hand.

you knew that jungwon liked going on walks, so you happily went with him. however, rather than just being the two of you, you decided to bring both of your dogs along.

as you walked, while one hand held their leashes, the unoccupied hand held the hand of the other. occasional squeezes of the hand and swinging of your arms occupied majority of the walk until your dog decided to cross over jungwon's leash, causing you to trip over- which in turn caused jungwon to quickly reach over and catch you.

"you flirt," you said, laughing as you playfully shoved him away and dusted yourself off. "thanks."

"can't have you getting hurt," he said, laughing as well.

#! joo's vday #enhypen #enhypen x reader

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incorrectiland · 3 years

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sunoo: i will make you feel my RAGE

sunghoon: no offence, but i feel like im being threatened by a cinnamon roll.

#if u get the reference to enhypen&hi i love you #incorrect iland #incorrect iland quotes #incorrect enhypen #incorrect enhypen quotes #iland #enhypen #enhypen sunghoon #enhypen sunoo #sunoo #sunghoon

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h4chi · 2 years

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SOMEDAY

summary yn is a famous musician who has always dreamt of having her own castle to explore, no school to attend and a simple life. prince park sunghoon, on the other hand, would rather see the world from a stage than staying inside of his family’s enormous castle, being obliged to attend important, royal meetings. eventually, yn is invited one day at the park’s castle to meet the royal family before performing at the annual Hybe beneficial concert, and that’s where she meets sunghoon, who has finally convinced his parents to let him attend the famous “HAC”. but the next thing they know is that they’re in the other’s body.

pairing prince sunghoon x rock star, female reader

genre “strangers” to friends to lovers, young adult, speculative romance, social media au + short written chapters, crack (if i’m funny enough for your standards), fiction

featuring enhypen, lee chaeyeon and kim minju (ex iz*one), ningning (aespa), yangyang (nct), ive, bahiyyih (kep1er), txt, loona

warnings swearing, probably angst, slow burn romance, mentions of food, suggestive jokes, sometimes using seulgi pics for reference, more will be added

status COMPLETED

start jan 27 2022 end mar 31 2022

taglist CLOSED! send an ask to be added : @abdiitcryy @lunaflvms @msxflower @rionah @certainyouthpeanut @blxckcatner0 @tadpoltail @qghosty @papiibuprofen @wonieleles @jjklvr00 @sophhloaff @arizejkt19 @reallyraesn @nishmrriki @rrvvby @soobin-chois @jiawji (italics couldn’t be tagged)

disclaimers english is not my first language. this work is inspired by makoto shinkai’s your name and barbie’s princess & the popstar. this story is purely fiction, anything that also happened in real life is just a coincidence. the character’s behavior does not necessarily reflect the idol’s one in real life.

profiles rock stars | royals | others

01. cause you’re a Slay!

02. that’s P, i guess [written]

03. i’m not using the restroom today

04. girlbossing. or should i say boybossing [written]

05. u don’t see shit 😂 [written]

06. that dog from the russia meme [written]

07. 1 2 3 4 5 6 7-Eleven

08. i was just messing w you silly !

09. cray-cray-crazy

10. why did i wake up to my hair looking like this ???

11. cara revenge vengeance

12. did u think it would be funny

13. do we act like we know each other [written]

14. sofia the first kinnie

15. butterfly by loona [written]

16. he doesn’t even know me

17. get in loser we’re going shopping

18. monster high fright song

19. you’re so sexy /j

20. yo no hablo español

21. oh back when i was younger [written]

22. smule karaoke [written]

23. the real sofia shady

24. is this my breakdown week

25. 어떡해 [written]

26. 7 rings [written]

27. run2u

28. pay me the rent 💛💛

29. no twilight slander

30. it happened.

31. main dancer material

32. sumin autograph

33. darari challenge

34. in my dreams (you love me back) [written]

35. the internet is setting them up

36. oh i see how it is

37. another one

38. we don’t talk about brunaur

39. friendly my ass

40. just confess already

41. it’s the real sofia shady

42. howl’s moving castle [written]

43. (epilogue) no more dream

bonus chapters

good days in my mind

#park sunghoon #sunghoon #sunghoon x y/n #sunghoon x reader #sunghoon x you #enhyphen #enhypen x y/n #enhypen x female reader #enhypen x you #enhypen x reader #kpop smau #smau #enhypen smau #kpop bg #kpopidol #kpop #Spotify

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maiverie · 2 years

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OPEN SESAME ┊ ft. lee heeseung — CHAPTER THREE.

some doors are better left unopened.

SYNOPSIS. you are uncontrollably, helplessly, and tragically in love with your roommate, heeseung. one night, desperate to learn more about him, you sneak inside his room and discover the reason why he always seems to keep his door closed. and then you realise that some doors, no matter how tempting, are better left unopened.

PAIRING. lee heeseung x fem!reader

GENRES. romance, comedy, crack, fluff, raunchy

AU(S). hot roommate heeseung in a robe, “you have a fat crush on your roommate and he likes to tease you about it” au, crack galore

WARNINGS. swearing, suggestive content, references to sex (!!), teasing/lots of second-hand embarrassment

A/N. this is my debut story on tumblr! i’m super excited & nervous ;-; i think i’ll continue with lots of enhypen content, so please support this if u enjoy it! :>

≡ taglist (open!): @joohyukki @thejjrl @wanlore @yangrden @bluesoobinnie@yurazuyori @staysstrays @datiny-zen @jayk2025 @hoonbrry @alo-ehas @fqiryyang @datiny-zen @luvishee @simpforsung @sunghoonu @w3bqrl @woniecore @heejake-en @luvlee1313 @t5u @magssu @sarahxy537 @markleeisdabestdrug @enhyflirt @jaeyummies

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yes! yes! yes!

their sex session is over!

“i can’t, sarang—”

ha! you silently cackle at “sarang”. in your face!

“—but we can reschedule for tomorrow.”

wait, what?

reschedule? tomorrow?

at the thought of enduring another cycle of bed squeaks and unhinged pornographic moans and “oh god yes, hee, touch me right there! yes! yes! that’s the spot! right there!”, you want to rip your own face off.

like god, how much intercourse does one need?

is this some sort of sex addiction? do they need therapy?

don’t you all need therapy?

you inwardly whimper, mouthing elaborate curse words at the pair as they engage in a back to forth with one another. sarang seems pissed that heeseung is kicking her out, while he’s pretty adamant that his heater needs to be fixed. you honestly wonder why the heater is so important right now – they’re obviously already in heat.

“fine,” the girl concedes with a huff. you hear a light thud, and visually confirm that her feet have touched the ground. she begins to bend over and scoop up her clothes, and while this initially doesn’t concern you, you soon notice that she reaches down for a clothing item too close to the bed frame that you think she might even bend too far down and spot you.

shit!

shoot!

shite!

you press your body up against the wall as tightly as you can, even if it means snapping your windpipes and shattering your ribcage into assorted pieces.

it’s fine. it’s honestly fine, you try to tell yourself. who even uses their ribs anyway?

you watch with fright as sarang’s dainty fingers reach down to clasp the fabric of her pink top, all the while the world seems to cave in – all movements slow into a gruesome and cinematic pace, heightening to violent sensation of your heart hammering in your chest.

is this where it ends?

does she spot you?

she grabs her shirt, and you hold your breath when she halts. the atmosphere certainly begins to shift, and you wonder if it’s because she can see you from an angle you don’t realise exists.

why is she pausing? why is she stopping?

better yet, why is she still here?

“um…” sarang seems to hesitate. fuck, fuck, fuck. “h-heeseung?”

“hm?”

she stretches out all her fingers and grabs her shirt like a claw machine, straightening her knees as her spine returns to its usual alignment. you see nothing but her feet again, taunted by the scarlet shade of her stupid toenails.

“can you give me a ride home?”

oh?

and that’s when you sigh in relief, thankful to your guardian angels. there’s obviously something or someone looking out for you right now, because there might actually be a chance where you get out of this unscathed. for a moment, you’d thought she’d seen you, but perhaps she was just nervous to ask for a ride home.

hence, the relieved sigh.

yes.

you sighed in relief.

in relief, you sighed.

out loud.

out.

loud.

you fucking sighed out loud.

you freeze instantly, realising your mistake. the world around you seems to have realised it too, because the whole room falls so fucking silent that you could easily drop a pin and it’d produce a catastrophic noise.

the pair don’t say anything for seconds that expanse across five hundred torturous decades, all the while you’ve already begun to plan your funeral. it’ll be all black, classic, small venue. and heeseung’s going to be the first person you’ll choose to haunt after you die. you’re going to make sure he pisses his pants any time he ever wants to have sex with another girl.

“what was—”

“sure, i’ll give you a ride.”

suspicious silence befalls the pair – you think sarang might have heard you, but heeseung seems oblivious. in fact, he’s already walking around his room, collecting a few things, without so much as an eyelash bat.

please, you grasp at the remaining lifeboats you have left, drive her home.

sarang still seems unconvinced. “i thought i heard–”

“get dressed,” heeseung walks over to his door and yanks it open, strolling his way outside. “i’ll buy you lunch.”

you know you should be grateful you made it out alive.

you should be grateful that heeseung never seemed to notice that you were underneath his bed the whole time. you should be grateful that the instant the girl and heeseung had left the room, you took a dash straight into your room, climbed out your window, and absolutely usain bolt-ed your way out of there.

but how can you be grateful when you’re severely traumatised?

you’ll never be the same.

not after everything you had witnessed. everything you had heard.

it’s already been a few days since the incident, and it feels like you’ve lost everything.

it feels like you’ve been stripped of your humanity.

you haven’t been able to eat.

you haven’t been able to sleep.

you haven’t even been able to look at heeseung’s door without having a nervous breakdown.

just yesterday you were staring at your reflection in the mirror while brushing your teeth and suddenly broke down and began to sob violently.

you might be alive, but this isn’t living.

for the following few days that followed, you demonstrated the symptoms of what felt like depression and post-traumatic stress disorder, but was really just a broken heart.

the days were rough—you avoided heeseung like he was some sort of infectious disease, even when it meant skipping what used to be your favourite part of your day—breakfast, bacon, heeseung, and his robe.

you would go to work an hour early and stay for as long as you could before your boss got creeped out and yelled at you to go home. you had even reached out to old friends and begged them with your hands and knees to let you stay over at theirs, just so you didn’t have to go back to yours.

the nights, however, were even worse—it was difficult to go to sleep without having horrific flashbacks of sarang’s moans and groans flashing in your mind. it was like you had an unwanted subscription to pornhub in your head, playing over and over and over again. any noise heeseung made in your apartment made you jolt and hide under the covers. you ignored every time heeseung knocked on your door and pretended you were sleeping. some nights you even had the worst sex dreams known to mankind, for which you were strapped to a chair and forced to watch heeseung performing some sort of elaborate sex act to another girl.

you woke up in night sweats.

if you had known such days and nights would soon become your reality, you really wouldn’t have opened that door in the first place.

but you did.

and now you must suffer the consequences.

a part of those consequences is the fact that it’s already 7pm, and you’re still not home. you don’t want to go home. instead, you’d much rather hole yourself inside your work cubicle, play the shitty version of apex legends on your phone and hope that by the time you return to your apartment, heeseung is sleeping.

you haven’t spoken to him in a week.

you don’t really know what your game plan is. society doesn’t really teach people what to do after they sneak into a roommate’s room and get trapped underneath their bed and have to listen to them have sex with another girl.

so yeah, you’re kind of at a loss right now.

“what the hell are you still doing here?”

at the sudden voice, you snap your head upward and lock eyes with your co-worker and friend, karina. she’s staring at you, standing by her usual work cubicle with a purse around her shoulder and a thick coat folded across her arm. she curls a brow at you and, probably in response to the shock on your face, jiggles the keys in her hands.

“i forgot my house keys,” she explains, probably to justify the reason why she’s come back to your workplace after leaving half an hour ago. “have you just been sitting here playing apex?”

“what? no!” you answer rather defensively, almost scoffing in offence. who does she take you for? some kind of loser that wastes her time playing on her phone just because there’s nothing to come home to?

when you’re met with a skeptical frown, you concede with a sigh. “okay, yes, maybe i have been,” you finally admit, shoulders deflating. “sue me. i just don’t want to go home.”

“i thought you said the best part about finishing work is being able to go home to your hot roommate,” karina snorts.

of course she’s going to bring up heeseung. why wouldn’t she after all the lunch breaks you’ve spent telling her all about him?

“hey,” you squint at her and point with accusation. “that’s my man you’re talking about! i can call him hot, you can’t.”

or maybe he’s sarang’s man. what kind of name is sarang, anyway? why is her name love?

there is no love in this world.

just darkness and carbon dioxide.

karina only rolls her eyes at your childishness. you merely frown, because a part of you is kind of serious. she’s too pretty, and it’s the reason why you’ve never invited her over to your apartment. one look from heeseung and the man would swoon for her.

it’s best she stays the fuck away from your baby daddy.

when you tell karina what had happened at the apartment, she laughs so loudly you have to physically drag her out of the company building. she doesn’t stop laughing even when you travel the entire way back to her apartment after she finally agrees to let you take refuge under her roof.

“how the hell did you keep so quiet the whole time?” karina giggles again, pushing open the door to her apartment. you enter behind her, and a waft of a lovely smelling home strikes your olfactory nerves.

unlike you, she lives alone.

and her apartment is really nice.

it’s exactly the kind of place you’d imagine her to have—it’s spacious and luxurious; the kind of place where you wouldn’t be all too surprised if she’d suddenly started blasting opera music. it’s not exactly the first time you’ve been here, so you unabashedly waltz in and throw yourself on her couch, screaming into one of her pillows, though only muffled sounds come out.

“your life is so sad.” karina cackles again, seating herself on the couch with crossed legs. “so what are you going to do? be homeless for the rest of your life?”

you snap your head up at her and offer her a look so she knows she sounds absolutely crazy. “are you kidding me? hell no, i’m not moving out! dude, i’m living with him until he kicks me out. he’s hot, karina. like, hot hot.”

karina smiles, clearly amused. “and he’s single?”

“i swear to god if you take him from me, i’ll get you fired.”

your coworker snickers, uncrossing her legs as she rises to her feet. you watch with your peripheral vision as she slinks over toward her kitchen. “you should move out,” she says. is she insane? you? move out? from a front row seat of the lee heeseung? “there are bigger things in life than hot men.”

“nope. no there isn’t.”

“unbelievable,” she sighs, opening her fridge. she seems to gather a few soju bottles from inside. “why are you such a simp?”

she just doesn’t understand because she’s never even seen heeseung. she hasn’t seen him in his white robe sipping wine. she hasn’t heard him singing on a saturday morning, and she most definitely hasn’t smelled him after he comes out of the shower. and maybe this is slightly toxic of you, but you secretly hope a pretty girl like her never, ever crosses paths with him. he’s not even yours, but also, he’s yours.

“because he’s sexy,” you whine, kicking your feet as you roll around on her couch. you are completely shameless, but when it comes to heeseung, you’re putty in his hands. “and-and he has this, like, way of talking and looking.” you try to convince her, though she stares at you like you’re some sort of crazy person. maybe you are.

“you mean, with his mouth and eyes?”

“no!” you truly can’t articulate this. heeseung just oozes charisma. he’s hot and knows it, and while that normally throws off a lot of people, he treads such a thin line of hot arrogance that honestly has you begging for more. he’s mysterious, he’s sexy, he smells better than home-baked cookies, and as much as you hate to admit it, sarang is a prime example of the fact that you’re not the only that wants him.

“well, whatever it is, stop sacrificing your self-dignity.” karina lectures, entering the living room again. she crouches beside the coffee table that the couch surrounds and settles down two shot glasses and two bottles of soju.

she’s a gem.

she knows exactly what you want.

“self-dignity is overrated.” you grin, sliding off the couch to plop into a seat across her on the coffee table. she pours you your first shot of soju and with a delicate clink, the clear liquid gushes down your throat.

you and karina are drunk in her theatre room, singing karaoke. well, it’s not really singing. it’s… wailing. you’re wailing. you’re making whale noises. same thing.

your song choices are quite broad. there’s some blackpink, and one direction, and even some random upbeat pop song called fergalicious that neither of you two remember queueing, but end up memorising the lyrics to anyway. it’s fun. you have a fun time! in fact, it’s so fun that time completely passes you by entirely, and at one point, you’re squinting at the blurry vision of your phone, desperately trying to catch the numbers that keep floating away from your eyes.

holy shit.

it’s already 3am.

karina is kind enough to let you sleep over, and you both pass out on her carpeted floor.

the next morning, she hands you a set of fresh clothes and drops you off at your apartment with her car. you quickly wave her off and when the sight of her car has completely disappeared into the distance, you yawn, shoulders deflating.

you shuffle toward your apartment, making reluctant and fatigued steps up the dumb stairs. this morning, it feels a lot more cumbersome to do this — previously, knowing heeseung was at the top of the stairs was enough fuel to get you moving, but knowing he’s probably either sleeping or sleeping with someone else makes your heart throb with dismay.

maybe bacon was really just bacon.

you have a tendency to live in your head — it’s easy for you to fit a whole narrative up inside your brain, and somehow, your delusional ass seemed to have concocted a whole fairy tale imagination where heeseung might have actually cared about you.

sighing, you finally reach your way to your apartment door, recalling the wise words karina had spoken to you last night.

you should move out. actually, you should live with me! my roommate recently moved back in with her family and i could use a little help with the rent.

you wonder if those were only drunk words.

could you really take her up on that offer?

should you move out?

the only reason you had moved into your apartment is literally because your roommate is sexy. it sounds ridiculous because it is ridiculous. however, the reality is that life is passing you by and many of your friends are growing up. they’re putting on their big boy pants and making financially sound decisions. you should probably move on and start getting your shit together, too.

you need to face the cold, hard truth—people like heeseung don’t pay attention to people like you.

maybe you should start looking for new places. you have the day off work today, so you think you’ll go apartment hunting. to your knowledge, there’s a plethora of listings online for you to look at, and if you have any spare time, you might even have some fun and go on free house tours. you really love looking at interior house designs and even hope that it’ll inspire you to move out and start living your life to its fullest.

feeling somewhat motivated, you quickly rummage through your belongings in search of your keys.

it should be somewhere here, you frown, growing increasingly irritated.

seriously, is life ever going to give you a break?

where the hell are your keys?

you’re certain you packed them, unless maybe you left them at work, or maybe even at karina’s—

suddenly, the door in front of you opens, eliciting a surprised yelp from you.

you jump, slapping your hands across your chest as you gape at the culprit in bewilderment.

heeseung.

your gazes meet, and that’s when it feels like the roof above you crashes in, and every filament, tendril and atom of your body shrinks and shrivels from starvation. you’ve missed him. and now that he’s here, you crave him. heeseung’s an irresistible drug, and there’s no other way to describe it. he’s the reason for the euphoric surge disseminating across your body; in fact, he’s a high — something wickedly and deliciously addicting, something that makes the world pale in comparison, and something that makes living with your head in the clouds worth it.

he’s a fairy tale.

a disney movie.

like before, like now, and like always, he’s a rollercoaster drug disguising as paradise and you’re the one strapping yourself in.

“hey,” he says.

you’ll gladly crash and burn if it’s with him.

you outwardly gawk, swept off your feet from the view. heeseung towers over you in another one of his white robes, except this time, he’s lazy — the garment barely covers his body given that the knot is tied too loosely around his waist, giving the rest of his skin free rein to glisten and glow.

holy fuck.

he looks so damn good.

you see so much and so little — you see his bare neck and upper chest, you see his collar bones, and you even see the tiny, tiny slit down his chest that teases a hidden sight of the rest of his torso.

he’s just come out of the shower, and you can’t help but follow the small drops of water that trickle from the ends of his strands and down his taut chest. he’s damp, he’s not fully clothed, and somehow he still manages to radiate so much heat you have to shuffle back a little bit.

you should stop staring.

fuck no, you will not stop staring.

“h-hi,” you manage to whisper, gulping once.

stop staring, stop staring, stop staring, stop staring.

but you can’t stop staring even if you wanted to — he’s the sun, and you’re pretty sure you’re vitamin d deficient.

“you didn’t come home?” he asks, eyes trailing down your body. fuck. the heavy weight of his stare makes the hairs on your body stand, especially when he places a hand on the door frame and uses it to lean forward so that your faces are closer.

you rapidly shake your head, unable to articulate real human words.

“why?” he smiles, though it edges a small smirk. “you don’t like it here?”

“what?” you exclaim outrageously. how could you not love living with heeseung? “no! i love yo— it! i love it here!” you splutter and scoff, folding your arms and snapping your head to the side.

oh fuck, oh god.

your face is heating up. so are your ears, too — actually, heeseung has confined you into a cage of heat and heat and heat, where your body just feels so damn hot that you think you might actually burst sooner or later.

“ha,” heeseung chuckles. “explains why you haven’t talked to me in a week.”

you snap your head back toward him while your eyes widen — you’re honestly surprised he even noticed at all.

“just come in,” heeseung gently smiles, straightening his back. he steps to the side, providing you space to pass through, so you timidly point to yourself and blink cluelessly.

“r-really?”

he cocks his head to the side, smiling at you with a glint in his brown eyes. “are you asking me for permission to enter your own apartment?”

oh.

yes.

that’s right — you live here.

you slap on an awkward smile and waddle your way like a stitled penguin, inwardly cursing yourself for having the social skills of a dead fish. you seriously need to catch a grip on yourself, but it’s been a week and that’s long enough for you to forget how to breathe around heeseung.

you’d gotten into a rhythm before, but now you’re uncoordinated and lost.

“have you, uh, eaten?” you ask, wincing the moment the question comes out of your mouth. why the hell are you asking that? are you his mother?

“i’ll eat soon,” he answers, leisurely strolling toward you. you watch with bewilderment as he adjusts the robe around his body and situates the knot even further down his torso. “right after i figure out why my roommate hates me.”

you let out a nervous laugh.

“who said i hate you? you haven’t done anything wrong!” you try to brush off his words casually, though you’re certain you look and sound like a nervous wreck.

you are, in fact, nervous.

he makes you nervous.

and actually, yes, he’s done many things wrong. so many things, and wrong on so many different levels. but it’s okay, because you’re down bad and given how much life this sliver of an interaction is giving you, you’re ready to let bygones be bygones.

heeseung smiles, stopping in his steps once he finds himself standing right in front of you. he seems harmlessly close, until he places a hand on your shoulder, squeezes it once, and winks. “good to hear,” he says, but you can barely hear it with the sensation of his touch. you suck in a sharp breath between clenched teeth, stiffening but also jumping with ecstatic happiness.

his hand is on your shoulder.

you repeat: heeseung’s godly hand is on your shoulder.

he’s touching you.

“now, does my roommate want breakfast or is she going to run away again?”

something about the way he says “my” makes you want to cheer and cry in happiness like your favourite sports team has just won.

to answer his question: “his” roommate most definitely wants breakfast.

“um, uh, yeah, i-i guess i could eat.”

the edge of his lips twitch upward. “good.”

you watch as he turns and returns into the kitchen, although he quickly turns his head over his shoulder and eyes you with another charming smile. “by the way, the heater’s fixed.”

“oh,” you quickly blink. “you were always looking forward to that.”

“yeah,” he confirms, “this apartment’s too cold. why do you think i’m always wearing a robe?”

to torture you?

you smile awkwardly, dismissing your inner thoughts. “i just thought you liked wearing them. it, um… looks soft.”

“you can have this if you want,” he smirks. “i can probably go back to not wearing anything.”

why?

why, god, why?

why does he say these things? he has to be doing this on purpose – he has to be relishing in the way he scuffles down any shred of sanity you might have left, because here you are, face so hot it could cook an egg.

“is that a problem?” heeseung asks you, smirking. “do you care what i wear around this place?”

is he for real?

is he fucking around with you now?

you gape at him, unable to grasp reality. man, you want time to freeze. you want to press pause and immortalise your interactions with heeseung forever. you truly don’t want anything or anyone else, just him and his sexy little face and his flirtatious smirks and the way he makes your heart pound.

“you can wear whatever you desire,” you whisper quietly to yourself. how embarrassing, but you’re grateful that it was quiet enough he didn’t seem to hear you. instead, he blinks at you and lifts his brows, seemingly asking you to repeat your words. you quickly shake your head, stifling down any evidence of your perverted thoughts.

he can’t. he can’t know the effect he has on you, because then he’d most definitely apply for a restraining order.

“what are you craving?” heeseung asks, sauntering back into the kitchen.

“oh,” you shake your head, palms outstretched, “honestly, anything’s fine,” you say sheepishly. he could literally feed you a roasted rat and you’d still eat it.

“how unhelpful,” he scoffs jokingly, before tipping his head in the direction of the bathroom. “i think haneul said she wanted pancakes earlier, do you mind?”

you blink.

wait, what?

haneul?

she?

your smile instantly fades.

“wait,” you slowly frown, turning your head toward the bathroom. your eyes widen when you notice the knob is turning.

who the fuck is haneul?

to be continued.

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this is literally me just rambling ok anyways

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Heeseung

hee does this thing when the two of you are cuddling

where he plays with your hair with one hand while he has the other hand behind his head

while you trace random patterns on his chest

he loves it when you do it because the two of you just chat about the most random things

most nights it’s you venting while hee gives you advice

other nights hee sings you to sleep

tonight you were having an off day

so while you were cuddling, hee was about to play with your hair when you put on the hood of one of hee’s hoody

which meant that he couldn’t play with your hair

“i wanna play with your hair” he says with a frown

“no” you replied as you lay your head down

“why not?”

“because i like your hoody”

“i like it on you with the hood off”

“why do you like my hair so much?”

“it’s soft"

“i wake up looking like a mess because of you”

“it helps me sleep”

“you’re gonna have to earn it” then this man starts to aegyo just so he can play with your hair

and he’s good at it

so you let him

while you’re annoyed that you’re gonna wake up with messy hair because of hee

you don’t mind since it helps you fall asleep

Jay

this man doesn’t hesitate to show off his affection

whether it’s wrapping his arm around your waist when you’re out

or it’s kissing your cheek while you’re taking a selfie

sometimes it works out other times... he ends up making a complete fool of himself

engry bird here decided to sleep over (on the couch ofc)

you woke up to jay’s extremely loud voice

so you got up and headed to the kitchen where you saw him looking for stuff in your fridge

“where are the tomatoes?” you roll your eyes and go in front of him, grabbing the tomatoes which was literally right there

“you need new glasses” you tell him as he embarrassment fills his face

he wraps his arms around your waist, enveloping you in a back hug

you didn’t notice because it was such a subtle thing but you shrugged him off to get a glass of water which was right over the counter

of course he noticed

because you could’ve held his hands while he was hugging you and both of you could’ve gone to get a glass of water

so now he’s pouting the whole time

he doesn’t tell you what’s wrong

and expects you to just know and read his mind but of course you can’t

so then it kinda gets quiet while you’re eating breakfast

which is unusual since jay is always so chatty

so then you go, “you gonna tell me why you’re all mopey this morning”

“you shrugged me off to get the glass of water”

“that’s why you’re pissed?”

“of course that’s why I’m pissed why else would I be pissed?”

“i accidentally washed your white hoody with the colors and now it’s pink”

“why the hell would you wash a white hoody with the colors?”

“i don’t know, I didn’t see it!”

“it’s white. maybe you’re the one who needs to change your glasses?”

“shut up! you’re the one getting pissed over grabbing a glass of a water”

“you shut up it’s not even my hoody at this point”

“ok, well what kind of person who gets pissed over grabbing a glass of water?”

“the kind of person of person who gets pissed over grabbing a glass of water?”

“clingy much?”

he took that as a challenge then moved to where you were and lifted you onto his lap

Jake

jakey would probably get shy with hugs and kisses

but he loves it

how can he not love it especially from you?

you head into his place and instantly go to layla instead of greeting your boyfriend

you sit down on the floor giving hugs and kisses to layla who’s now paying attention to you

the both of you are in your own little world together as you and layla smoother each other with affection

poor baby is like “what about me?”

he sits with you

wanting your attention so he puts his head in front of you, eyes looking up at you like that one live where he goes “i love you”

and he does just that

you roll your eyes, pat his head and you’re like

“i love you too but let me go back to paying attention to my baby” (baby as in layla)

layla actually barks at jake

the auDACitY

so jake feels neglected since layla’s getting all the y/n love

which leads to him just sitting next to you in silence while he watches you both

he's happy that you and layla love each other but you’re supposed to be paying attention to him

eventually, you realize that jake is just sitting there so you look at him

he’s like,

“who do you love more, me or layla?”

you move so that you’re laying your head on jake’s lap while layla is curled up by your stomach

“layla, duh”

Sunghoon

he’s on the quieter side in terms of showing his love in public

as a way of showing you that he’s there for you and that you’re there for him

your pinkies are linked together while outside

neither of you really know how it happened but it did and it’s your way of holding hands

especially when you’re ice skating

you’ve gotten better with hoonie teaching you and when he skates at your pace, you hold pinkies

you’re out on a date and hoonie’s about to link his pinky with yours

his pinky is a literally millimeters away from linking with yours

when all of a sudden you bring up your arms

in that brief moment your pinky knocks against his

but you don’t pay it any attention and do what you were about to show hoonie

you do a spin on the ice

hoonie’s proud of his baby for being able to spin on the ice when just a few months ago you could barely skate

b u t

he wanted to hold your freaking pinky :(

the two of you continue to skate alongside each other and you’re starting to realize that it’s quiet

too quiet

“hoonie?” you ask

he looks at you like “yeah?”

when you ask him what’s wrong he says nothing and just shrugs it off

so you start to think to yourself about what went wrong

lightbulb!

you extend your hand and he hesitantly takes it

you lift up your hands

and he spins you on the ice with your pinkies interlinked

Sunoo

sunoo is such a clingy, clingy, clingy baby

hugging you whenever he can?

Y E S

kisses all over your face?

of course

playing with your hands any chance he gets?

every. single. day. 🤧

you’re out on a date at a mall and the two of you are sitting at the food court

while you’re eating with one hand, sunoo grabs the free one

he’s playing with the couples ring the two of you bought for your 6 month anniversary when you pull your hand away

he looks at you with a frown

“that’s not nice, y/n-ah,” he mutters under his breath and you sigh,

“it’s not nice to distract people when they’re eating” you counter

he looks at you, a plan forming in his head

he then grabs your hand for the second time and then this man

takes your spoon

and while he’s holding your hand he decides to feed you with a triumphant smile on his face

it’s a win win for him since he gets to hold your hand and steal some of your food at the same time :)

Jungwon

wonie hugs are very, very, very warm and comforting

yk his broad shoulders?

and that⌛️ waist?!

the only way to describe his embrace is safety

when he hugs you your arms go around his waist and he rests his chin on top of your head and you just fit like two pieces of a puzzle

and he feels the same way exact same way with you

to him your hugs are the part of his day that he can just let himself go

some nights the two of you are cuddling and he cries into your shoulder because of all the stress he faces

the only thing you can do is be there for him, rubbing soothing circles on his back

so yea, he loves hugging you

you show up to the dorm, for dinner with him and the other members

when you walk in he extends his arms to hug you but you hear your name being called

so instead of hugging him you duck under his arm and go to the rest of the guys

he’s standing there dejected, arms going down to his side and he turns around looking in the direction you walked off to with that “ehh??” look

so he follows you and then he sees you Sunoo giving you a hug

and is like excuse me?

he sticks closer to you than usual but you’re not really sure why since he doesn’t say anything and he doesn’t mention what just happened literally just a few minutes ago

he’s not exactly mad... more like disappointed and jealous that you’d hug one of his hyungs when you didn’t hug him

as dinner goes on he acts like nothing’s wrong but deep down, he just wants a y/n hug :(

it’s getting late and while the boys are chatting, you rest your head on his shoulder when he then shrugs his shoulder which causes you to lift up your head

you look at him like

huh?

when he realizes just what he did but instead of apologizing he goes

“that’s what you get for not hugging me earlier” because he’s still kinda salty over it

you realize why he was acting weird so then you move and give a y/n hug to which he rests his chin on top of your head feeling kind of dumb that he was feeling that way earlier

which then causes ni-ki to tell the two of you to get a room

Ni-ki

there’s this thing that he does when one of his hyungs touches his hair

he sorta leans into their touch kinda like a little meow meow (yoongi reference? 👀 ok anyways)

he’d probably be shy over hugs and kisses since he’s still young and isn’t really experienced in terms of dating

whenever you come over to the dorm, the two of you hang out in the living room since none of the other boys want either of you in a room alone so you both have to be somewhere they can see

ni-ki’s the maknae and you get it + you don’t mind since it’s comfortable around them

whenever you’re on the couch, ni-ki does this thing where he lays his head on your lap but not your lap lap it’s like on one of your thighs I have no idea if that makes any sense-

you’d run your hand through his hair while he’s probably playing a game or something and it’d be quiet between the two of you but it’s one of those silences that you don’t need to fill

my heart is 💓💞💖💘 just thinking about it might write a riki hybrid au typa story soon idk ok back to the point of this post

so he does that thing where he leans into your touch

even when y’all have a movie night, he ends up either laying his head on your shoulder or on your lap and your hand finds its place in his hair

it becomes a thing between you two and whenever you hangout

so you’re sitting on the couch one afternoon and everyone’s sorta doing their own thing while you’ve got your laptop with you and you’re trying to study/work on an assignment

ni-ki walks into the living room where you are, smiling to himself, and does that thing where he kinda giggles? idk

so he makes his way to you and he sits down next to you but you’re too focused on what you need to do that you don’t even notice

ni-ki’s just about to lay his head on your lap but when you see it happening, you scoot away slightly at first he’s like what??

and then before he knows it, instead of his head on your lap it’s on the couch

he looks up at you like “how dare you do this to me?@#$” and he clears his throat trying to get your attention

you pat his hair once but then he’s like juST one pat? and then he justs…

i kid you not this man claws at your hand

then he takes your hands and puts it in his hair and now you’re forced to do your work with one hand

❦ written by riri | blog masterlist

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