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wonryllis · 6 months

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ENHYPEN AS KINDS OF LOVE.

────𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝖺𝖿𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇.

𓋜 enha as love in the form of words ㅤ. .ㅤ𝑣𝑖𝑜𝑙𝑒𝑡ㅤㅤ𓍼ㅤㅤ𝑔𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑛 & fluff ࣪ ㅤ˖ ㅤ𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖑ㅤㅤ৲ lowercase intended ㅤ. ⠀𓈃 ๋ ㅤ𝐍𝐄𝐖 峠

( yeonie.notes ) please show lots of love, 1592wc. fem!centered. FEEDBACKS & REBLOGS WOULD BE REALLY APPRECIATED.

꒰⠀hee⠀⠀⎯⎯ ⠀⠀seung.⠀꒱⠀⠀ 🖇️ 𝄒⠀⠀ ﹙𝑣𝑖𝑒.﹚ as 'i know baby, you don't have to say anything' kind of love. the guy who can read even your silence. heeseung looks at you more than anything in his world, he knows you more than you know yourself. he remembers everything about you from the brand of your conditioner to the friends you don't talk to. if there's anyone who can see right through you even in the worst of times, it's him. your comfort in a bustling town. to him love lies in the little details, in understanding what can not be understood, in the language of the eyes.

"heeseung i really-" you squeal walking into the shop as he holds the door open, "want a strawberry and cream frappuccino? i know baby," his words form a smile on your face, one that lights up your eyes, one that heeseung mirrors his heart all giddy and warm. "then i'll be at-" looking around the interior you turn back to him, "the table by the window, i know baby," giggling at how well he knows what you like, you press a tiny kiss on his cheeks,"i'll be waiting!" i'll be waiting he mouths at the same time as you walk further away, grinning idiotically before the cashier snaps him back.

꒰⠀jong⠀⠀⎯⎯ ⠀⠀seong.⠀꒱⠀⠀ 🖇️ 𝄒⠀⠀ ﹙𝑣𝑖𝑒.﹚ as 'dont worry, i will take care of it for you' kind of love. the guy who doesn't let you lift a finger. to him you're the princess that doesnt have to do anything. your every wish and your every desire is a goal for him to accomplish. the beaming happiness on your face when you get what you want is the source of his joy. the feeling of coming home yet discovering new places you never knew of: places filled with more sunny days. your warmth in a cold winter. to him love lies in the willingness to give endlessly, in being connected by actions, in prioritizing you.

"jay, it broke!" before your whine can even bounce off the walls jay is there right behind you, "don't worry princess, i'll fix it, come here sit on my lap," his hands move delicately as he sews the broken butterfly pin holding your blouse together. "you need to be gentle while putting it on okay?" he reminds you softly as his thumb wipes off the tears threatening to spill from your eyes at having almost ruined your favourite outfit. "can we have some ice cream cake later?" you ask closing your eyes at the feeling of his lips leaving a kiss on top of each one, "you have a cold so only a little bit, alright?"

꒰⠀jae⠀⠀⎯⎯ ⠀⠀yun.⠀꒱⠀⠀ 🖇️ 𝄒⠀⠀ ﹙𝑣𝑖𝑒.﹚ as 'i gotta kiss you before you leave' kind of love. the guy who gotta show how much he loves you. your companion in every event from family dinners to office parties sim jaeyun is the man of your life and man of your dreams. if ever you need to go alone, he waits for you, roaming around the area and picking up your favourite food. for him it is absolutely necessary to express his feelings regardless of your surroundings and regardless of the situation. your star in an empty sky. to him love lies in the small moments, in the little kisses and hugs, in the whispers of words.

"jake what are you doing!" the more you try to wiggle out of jake's arms the tighter they get, "don't you think you're forgetting something, my love?" your repeated slaps against his hands are in no vain with the way his lips find the crook of your neck leaving fluttering kisses down to your collarbone. "my goodnight kiss when will i get it?" more than the words spoken you gasp at the way he stops whispering, "we are supposed to be sleeping in different rooms! stop it before my parents find us!" "well it's nothing they don't know, i love their daughter too much."

꒰⠀sung⠀⠀⎯⎯ ⠀⠀hoon.⠀꒱⠀⠀ 🖇️ 𝄒⠀⠀ ﹙𝑣𝑖𝑒.﹚ as 'stay there, i'm coming to get you' kind of love. the guy who is always a call away. be it in the middle of the day or at the break of dawn, if you need him, he's always there. needs to see you safe and healthy to able to breathe in peace. if it so happens that you are hurt, he turns the hospital upside down. it's you and him against the world, let's you know that he'll be the one to stay even if everyone else leaves. your pillar in a pile of debris. to him love lies in being by your side in every situation, in changing your restless into calm, in the compromise and accomodation for another.

"sunghoon? i feel weird," your words slur into the phone and sunghoon immediately knows something's wrong. "angel, what's wrong? i'll be there in five, don't move from the bed okay?" there inside your apartment unit he finds an empty bottle of medicine containing ethanol. "my prey is here!" squealing, you hop off the bed and scurry over to sunghoon, "angel you shouldn't consume drugs so carelessly," he scolds, picking you up when you jump on him. giving in to your puckered lips he leaves a wet kiss before pushing a finger against your forehead. "now lets sleep off the intoxication,"

꒰⠀sun⠀⠀⎯⎯ ⠀⠀woo.⠀꒱⠀⠀ 🖇️ 𝄒⠀⠀ ﹙𝑣𝑖𝑒.﹚ as 'i believe in you, you can do it' kind of love. the guy who inspires you to be the best version of yourself. in his world there is no giving up and there is no going back. teaches you to take a step even when it feels like nothing is going right. helps you focus on the present, nurturing a mind guided by reason and heart. it is important to him that you do what you love and you do it with courage. your strength in a harsh society. to him love lies in the encouragement, in the pushes out of comfort zone, in a cheer amidst a silent crowd.

"sunoo, what if i fail?" your hands tremble as you wait backstage in the conference hall, scared to mess up your first paper presentation. sunoo pulls you into a hug that feels homely, softer than ever, "trust yourself bubs, i know you'll do well. you wanted to do this since forever and you worked so hard for this, remember?" his fingers draw circles on your back and his lips leave a tender kiss on your temple. "even if it's not how you want it to be what matters is you tried. now go on, i'll be waiting." a gentle push, a reminder that he'll be right here to catch you.

꒰⠀jung⠀⠀⎯⎯ ⠀⠀won.⠀꒱⠀⠀ 🖇️ 𝄒⠀⠀ ﹙𝑣𝑖𝑒.﹚ as 'baby, how can i make you feel better?' kind of love. the guy who tells you, you're perfect the way you are. with him you never have to put a mask on, you don't have to pretend to be someone you're not. late night conversations where he reminds you how much you're worth it even if you're ordinary. because to him you'll always be the most special person: his person seen and appreciated in your own essence. your peace in a chaotic world. to him love lies in the fruit of assurance, in the acceptance of affection, in the positivity to feel life in the simple things.

"jungwon, it's snowing!" the excitement is your voice makes jungwon laugh as he runs out after you with your muffler, coat and socks in his hands. "you need to cover up bunny or you'll catch a cold," the pads of his thumb rub against your cheeks, face craddled between his palms after he has you all wrapped up. "sorry," you giggle cozying up in his hold, it makes jungwon's heart summersault a thousand times,"you look so cute, bare faced and warm cheeks all flushed," the thought of how you have let your walls down around him makes him happy beyond anything,"so perfect,"

꒰⠀ri⠀⠀⎯⎯ ⠀⠀ki.⠀꒱⠀⠀ 🖇️ 𝄒⠀⠀ ﹙𝑣𝑖𝑒.﹚ as 'i miss you' before you even say bye kind of love. the guy who can not live away from you for too long. shows you there's magic in everyday that goes by with you, in the sunrise from the balcony of your shared apartment, in the little garden you tend to together. the arrow of cupid struck through two at once: where all your moments hold stories to tell. the proof that time together is time cherished. your glitter in a dull canvas. to him love lies in the sync of hearts, in enjoying and mourning life side by side, in not missing a single moment.

"riki what are you doing here?" you're dumbfounded coming eye to eye with riki at the doorstep of your childhood home "i couldn't go another day without you," he says stepping forward to cup your face in his hands and rubbing the tip of your noses in an eskimo kiss. "let's just spend the weekend here and go back together," his forehead falls against yours eyes closed as he wishpers out how bad your absence felt. "ok, let's do that i missed you too," at that riki leaves a quick peck on your lips grinning widely, "let's make some new memories,"

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thedensworld · 8 months

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Don't Touch Mine | Y.Jh

Pairing: ceo!Jeonghan x secretary!Reader

Genre: romance, friends to lovers, angst, smut

Words count: 1k

Summary: Jeonghan had hid his feelings for you, but he had been in denial. Then, an unexpected event occurred, and everything changed.

Joshua nudged Seungcheol, subtly signaling towards their best friend, who had been casting his gaze across the entire ballroom. The two of them exchanged glances, sharing an inside joke known only to the trio, including the man himself, Yoon Jeonghan.

"Looking for Y/n?" Joshua chirped, his voice lightly teasing. It seemed to slightly irk Jeonghan, who promptly redirected his attention towards his two closest companions. He raised his glass, taking a sip of the wine that had been resting there.

Seungcheol let his eyes wander and easily spotted you standing with none other than Chwe Hansol, a budding businessman bearing a striking resemblance to the young Leonardo DiCaprio.

"Absolutely not," Jeonghan mumbled, offering a smile to the other guests who passed by and recognized the three of them.

"Then you should be alright with Y/n talking with Chwe," Seungcheol remarked, motioning towards you and Hansol. From Jeonghan's perspective, you two seemed a bit too friendly.

Jeonghan swallowed hard, a lump forming in his throat. "She's my secretary. It's my responsibility to ensure she doesn't make a fool of herself," he explained, eliciting chuckles from Joshua and Seungcheol.

"She's the one who saved you from that. Remember the charity ball at Jeon's group?" Joshua reminded Jeonghan of a minor chaos he had caused last time.

Jeonghan closed his eyes, trying to push away the sudden surge of old memories. Blame his low alcohol tolerance that led him to take an unplanned dive into the pond in the middle of the ballroom. He was thankful that the event had been private, sparing him from any media scrutiny.

"I hope everyone's forgotten it, like I've tried to," he sighed.

Seungcheol suddenly cleared his throat, nodding towards your location. "Kim Mingyu is approaching them," he said, an alert tone in his voice. That was enough to snap Jeonghan back to attention.

Jeonghan turned his body, observing how the casanova attempted to flirt with his secretary. Could he blame the guy? He wasn't sure. Or should he blame you for looking absolutely stunning tonight in that black dress that hugged your figure little too tight? Since he'd seen you step into his office before the ball, Jeonghan hadn't been able to shake off the effect.

"Look at that guy, he's got such a cheap stare," Jeonghan remarked to his friends, his distaste evident on his face as he observed Kim Mingyu.

Joshua playfully elbowed him in the stomach. "Alright, you're being a bit too loud, but I agree, man."

Seungcheol chuckled softly. "But the guy does have a certain charm, you've got to admit." His comment earned an eye roll from Joshua. "Are you on his side or Jeonghan's?"

Jeonghan turned to Joshua, a protest forming on his lips. Joshua simply shrugged and continued, "To make Y/n yours?"

Jeonghan scoffed, "She's already mine," he declared, before striding away from his best friends.

As you drove back to Jeonghan's home after the event, he couldn't help but ask, "What were you discussing with Hansol and Mingyu?"

"We were talking about our latest ad project for the release. Hansol expressed interest in a collaboration," you explained, opening your iPad to show him Chwe Hansol's company profile.

Jeonghan leaned in, genuinely intrigued by the conversation, engrossed in the work that C.Creative had accomplished. He instructed you to delve deeper into the company's projects that could potentially be worked on with Hansol and compile a report.

As you diligently took notes, he suddenly inquired, "What did Mingyu talk to you about? Is he bothering you?" You shook your head, reassuring him.

"Absolutely not. He just had some questions about our app, which I already addressed," you reassured him.

Jeonghan's brow furrowed, curiosity piqued. "What did he say?"

"Um... Just about our system on Nevitech and... some personal matters," you replied.

"Did he ask you out?" Jeonghan's direct question caused you to bite your lip, and with a hesitant nod, you confirmed it.

Jeonghan sighed, his concern evident. "Do you want me to talk to him? I can make it clear if you're not interested..."

You interrupted him, "I am actually interested in him."

Jeonghan was taken aback, blinking in surprise. He leaned back in his seat. "Oh... I didn't know you liked him."

"Like is a strong word. I'm just open to the possibility of dating... you know, it's been a while," you explained, trying to be reasonable.

Jeonghan had to admit, your dedication to him and the company was commendable. It was one of the reasons he always tried to keep you low-profile or shielded at business gatherings, out of concern that someone might try to recruit you. It spoke volumes about your potential as his secretary.

He still remembered that you had a boyfriend when you first joined the company, but after a few months, he noticed the absence. Jeonghan was never one to cross professional boundaries, especially at work. But when he finished his work and saw you waiting for him, he felt a pang of guilt. It was a Friday, and you should have been spending time with your significant other.

"You're not home?" he inquired.

You shook your head and replied, "I was waiting for you, sir."

Glancing at his watch, Jeonghan realized it was well past dinner time. "Have you had dinner?" Another shake of the head from you.

That night, you both shared a meal, and it was during this time that he learned about your breakup due to your busy schedule. He also discovered you were from the same high school and that you were his junior.

"You should call me by my name, Y/n," Jeonghan suggested casually, not expecting that this casualness would lead to whatever he was feeling these days.

"Jeonghan..." Your voice saying his name brought him back from his reverie. Those were simpler times, when nobody knew you, and he had you to himself.

"Jeonghan, we've arrived," you informed him. He turned to you, realizing you were now in the basement of his penthouse.

Nodding, Jeonghan stepped out of the car. You gave him a respectful bow before he started to walk away. Just as he took his fifth step, he turned back to you. "Y/n... Could you come in for a bit? There's something else I'd like to discuss."

You glanced at your watch, then nodded. After grabbing your belongings, you followed him inside.

Jeonghan awoke with a pounding headache, his reminder of his abysmal alcohol tolerance. However, he couldn't forget everything that transpired the night before.

"Y/n, I like you. A lot.'"

Immediately, he sat up, surveying the disarray he had left in his wake. He cursed himself, realizing he hadn't bothered to put on any clothes, and now you were gone. As the memories flooded back, he buried his face in his hands, anxious about how to handle the situation with you after what had happened.

A confession had led to a heated night that Jeonghan never anticipated. He berated himself, trying to dismiss any foolish thoughts, and checked the clock on his nightstand. It read 7 am, meaning he'd see you in the office in an hour. What should he do? Act as if it never happened? Apologize and insist it was a one-time thing? Jeonghan took a deep breath, resolving to go with the latter option. He was your boss, and you were his secretary. A romantic relationship between you two was impractical. It was definitely a one-time occurrence. You wouldn't see him as a man, would you? He reasoned that emotions had gotten the best of him last night, and you had been intoxicated.

That's all it was.

"Yeah... Right there... Please... J-Jeonghan..."

He groaned in frustration.

Walking into his office, he saw your silhouette already seated at your desk. He tried to steady the pounding in his chest and let out a deep sigh. He swore he'd never felt so on edge before. When he stepped into the office, you promptly stood and gave him a respectful bow. He paused in front of your desk, debating whether he should broach the subject of last night.

He gave you a nod before walking into his private room, finally able to breathe a bit easier. The knowledge that you were just meters away from him was torturous. He set his things down and sat at his desk, only to be jolted by a sudden knock. Acting out of character, he permitted you to enter with breakfast in hand.

"You got this for me?" He asked, puzzled. You blinked, as this was the usual routine every morning.

"I-I mean, you... you were gone this morning... to get this for me?" He stammered, audibly swallowing.

You nodded, "yes, please enjoy your breakfast," you calmly replied, bowing, and started to leave the room.

Jeonghan cleared his throat, "Y/n..." He hesitated, "whatever happened last night was a mistake. I'm sorry for that. It's so unprofessional of me," he began.

Your gaze met his, a pregnant pause hanging in the air. Slowly, you nodded and turned away, leaving him alone with his thoughts.

Days melted into weeks, the air between you and Jeonghan growing fragile. With a major project on the horizon, you both became engulfed in a whirlwind of activity, leaving little room to address the events of weeks past. Jeonghan found some solace in this.

But there was a noticeable shift. You weren't as talkative and lighthearted as before, which tugged at Jeonghan's heart. He cherished your jokes, a beacon of levity during the exhaustive whirl of meetings and paperwork. Now, your words were dominated by work, a change he couldn't help but take note of.

After a meeting with a foreign client, all Jeonghan yearned for was some respite. You both traversed the hotel corridor, you leading the way to his room.

"If you need anything, you can call my room," you offered, and he nodded, promptly entering his room.

As Jeonghan settled in for some rest, the night wrapped around him. It was nearly 10 pm when he ordered room service for dinner and summoned you to join him. When you knocked on his door, he welcomed you in, preparing the table. Just as he was about to pour the wine, a wave of memories crashed over him, stalling his hand. You looked at him with curiosity, but Jeonghan shook it off and poured the wine.

"Please, enjoy," he said to you as you both savored the meal.

The dinner continued with a brief discussion about the next day's schedule, as Jeonghan had several engagements in Singapore.

"What about the project with C.Creative?" Jeonghan reminded you about the upcoming project with Chwe Hansol's advertising company, currently working on their new release.

"I contacted them yesterday, and they're working on the proposal. When do you want them to present it?"

Jeonghan wondered, checking his schedule on his phone. "I think Friday would be great." You nodded and quickly jotted it down. "I'll email them tomorrow morning."

"Did you bring the MoU for tomorrow? I want to double-check," Jeonghan asked for the MoU file with the Singapore client to be signed the next day.

You reached for your things. As you searched for the file, an envelope labeled 'Resignation Letter' flew to Jeonghan's attention. His brows furrowed. Before you could retrieve it, Jeonghan quickly snatched it and opened it.

"You're about to resign? Why?" Surprise painted on his face, he inquired seriously.

You glanced around, avoiding his eyes, still searching for the reason you hadn't fully formed.

"I... I think it's been a while since I started working for you. I need a new experience, a new challenge to develop myself," you explained.

Jeonghan didn't seem entirely satisfied with your answer. He looked at you again and said, "Is it because of the salary? Do you want a raise? How much?"

Your eyes widened. "No, Jeonghan. You pay me more than enough. It's not about the money," you clarified.

Jeonghan tilted his head, a tinge of concern. "I don't find it reasonable for you to quit, Y/n. You know better than anyone that being my secretary in this industry is quite challenging."

You sealed your lips and let out a sigh before revealing the real reason. "I don't find it enjoyable anymore, working with you, Jeonghan."

Jeonghan felt a small twinge in his heart at your words. He slowly prodded further, "Is it... because of what happened last time?" He asked cautiously.

You nodded slowly. "I know you made it clear it was a one-time thing. But, I think it's changed a lot, between us," you said, finally expressing what was on your mind.

Jeonghan took a deep breath. "Then what's your plan?"

"Kim's Property has sent me a proposal to work for them."

Kim's Property? Kim Mingyu?

"Wait!" Jeonghan began, "You want to quit because you find that we've been unprofessional, but you want to work with Kim Mingyu? The guy who's been hitting on you?" A sudden surge of anger filled Jeonghan.

"I'll be his father's secretary, so we won't work directly with each other."

Jeonghan couldn't help but chuckle, finding it rather perplexing that you were willing to work with Kim Mingyu despite the perceived unprofessionalism. He felt a sense of injustice in this situation.

"Why? What's the real reason you don't want to work with me?" Jeonghan pressed, feeling that your previous explanations were merely excuses to distance yourself from him.

"We're being unprofessional, Jeonghan. I don't think I could continue working with you," you asserted.

Jeonghan scoffed, frustration and confusion coursing through him. "Tell me the exact reason, Y/n! You don't like me anymore? Suddenly you don't enjoy working with me?"

"It's because I do like you."

Jeonghan's mouth hung open, stunned by your candid admission.

"I've liked you since you took me to that dinner five years ago. And when you finally confessed that you liked me that night, I was over the moon. But the next morning... you said it was just a one-time thing, a mistake, and I... I couldn't look at you the same way again. I'm sorry..."

"What?" Jeonghan's voice was barely above a whisper. He rubbed his face, finally connecting all the dots from the strange tension between you two in recent weeks.

You took a deep breath before continuing, "I hope you can understand, Jeonghan," and with that, you rose from your chair and headed towards the door.

As Jeonghan saw you walk out, he immediately pulled your arm and landed his lips on yours. He pushed your body against the wall while his other hand reached the nape of your neck to deepen the kiss. The kiss lasted for seconds before he pulled away. Jeonghan looked into your eyes before pulling you into another kiss. In this moment, you raised your hand to cling to his neck, savoring the intimacy you shared in the room.

"I like you. No, I love you, Y/n," Jeonghan whispered in the midst of your shared kiss.

He pulled away from the kiss and looked into your eyes, "that time wasn't a mistake. It was stupid of me to say that."

You stared at him and felt tears welling in your eyes. Your heart pounded so much when Jeonghan pulled you into another kiss, but this time with so much passion and lust. His kiss slowly trailed to your neck as his body pressed you against the wall, almost enveloping you. He tapped your thigh, motioning for you to jump on him, and you hugged his waist with your legs. His hand roamed your figure, and his other cupped your cheek.

"May I?" He asked, his gaze never leaving yours. You nodded slowly as he took your shirt off and unclasped your bra. He kissed your chest as one of his hands went to one of your breasts.

"You're mine, Y/n. You're mine."

Jeonghan's eyes wandered across the ballroom, searching for your figure as Seungcheol spoke to him. "Are you even listening, Yoon Jeonghan?"

Seungcheol's words pulled Jeonghan's attention, causing him to turn his head towards his friend. He hummed in response, nodding as if he had been listening. Seungcheol chuckled at his best friend. "Looking for Joshua?"

"Yeah... Is he late? He said he'd be here in ten." Jeonghan muttered, glancing at his watch.

"There he is," Seungcheol said, motioning towards Joshua, who was approaching them.

"Alone?" Seungcheol asked Joshua. Joshua shook his head. "She was talking to someone earlier," he said, pointing to where his secretary was. Jeonghan immediately turned his head in that direction.

"Stop looking for my secretary!" Joshua nudged Jeonghan's arm.

Jeonghan scoffed, "She was mine before yours," he mumbled, finally spotting you in conversation with a woman.

"How can she look that stunning?" Jeonghan remarked to Joshua and Seungcheol when he saw you in your silk red dress with your hair down.

As he watched the tall Kim Mingyu approach you, Jeonghan promptly handed his glass to Seungcheol and made a beeline for your location.

"Hi honey, you look gorgeous," Jeonghan interjected, interrupting your conversation with Kim Mingyu. The Casanova seemed taken aback by Jeonghan's bold move as his hand gently reached for your waist and he planted a sweet kiss on your shoulder.

Mingyu let out a chuckle. "Is this the reason you joined Joshua's company? Because you're together."

Jeonghan smiled at Mingyu and pulled your body closer to his, gazing at you tenderly before leaning in to plant a kiss on your cheek.

"Yeah, she's mine."

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astraystayyh · 11 months

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Myth

Bang Chan x reader. highly recommend listening to Myth by Beach House while reading! <3

Skimming across the edge of being friends and something more with Chan is a dangerous game. Even more so when you're both sharing the same bed.

(@inniejeonginnie cameo because she's innie's gf!)

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"The heater won't work," Seungmin announces to the group, and you all stare at each other blankly.

This was Seungmin's family cabinet. It was a tradition for you all to go there on your winter break- Seungmin, Jeongin and their partners, and then you and Chan. There were only three bedrooms along with the living room- that's where Chan was supposed to sleep. But the heater isn't working. He'll surely freeze in there all by himself.

"He can stay in my room, it's okay," you smile slightly, turning around to gauge Chan's reaction. He smiles back, but his hand is curled into a tight fist. He unclenches it once he spots you staring.

"Then that's settled! See you tomorrow!" Jeongin rapidly exclaims, happy at the prospect of not having to sleep next to Chan. He pulls his girlfriend Anya by the hand, biding you all goodnight.

One by one they all go upstairs, until it's only you and Chan left in there. Suddenly, the oxygen is sucked out of the room; and you feel as if you're standing in a field doused with gasoline, where a single flame teeters on the edge of igniting- threatening to set you both aflame.

"You coming?" you ask and he nods wordlessly. You walk ahead first, and Chan places his hand on your lower back. He drops it once you reach the top of the stairs, but the ghost of his touch lingers in there, his fingertips now seared into your spine.

The light is warm in your room, curtsey of the chandelier hanging from the wall. Its yellow glow reflects on Chan's honeyed skin, and you can't seem to take your eyes off of him as he settles on the edge of your bed.

"I'll go change and then you can go to the bathroom too," you say quietly, and he simply nods. He hasn't spoken once since you invited him in. It's driving you insane. Did he not want this? Were you reading all the signs wrong?

You come out of the bathroom; your hair put away in a braid to keep it out of your face. You can feel Chan’s burning gaze on the curve of your exposed neck, before he goes in after you without a word.

You climb into the bed, your back flush against the headboard. You watch silently as Chan comes out his turn. He's wearing a simple black t-shirt and loose shorts. Suddenly, you are hit by the domesticity of it all. You and Chan in your pajamas, sharing the same bed. Is this how it would be if you started dating? Waiting for him to get changed, to come onto the bed with you? Maybe you'd brush your teeth together, maybe he'd be the one braiding your hair.

"Good night," he whispers, his voice hoarse as he turns the light off.

"Good night," you say just as quietly, palpable tension oozing from the both of you.

You both lay down, heads facing the ceiling. The bed is big, big enough for you both to never touch each other throughout the night. And yet, you can feel the warmth radiating from his body, reaching your own in waves. He's so close and yet he feels so far away.

You can't sleep, you know you won't. Not when all you are thinking about is the man next to you. You don't know what changed; if you were in this bed one year ago, you'd both be cracking jokes. There would be no tense silence surrounding you, threatening to suffocate you under its weight.

But that would be a year ago. Things are different now between the two of you. You can't pinpoint when exactly, but suddenly, Chan's eyes on you were scorching, setting your body ablaze. Suddenly, each time your hand brushed against his, you felt butterflies roaming through your stomach, violently as if fighting for a way to come out and meet the man who's making you feel this way.

If you built yourself a myth, you'd know just what to give

Chan was abruptly everywhere. He was there, opening doors for you, and he was there wiping your tears away. He was there kissing your forehead gently and smiling so wildly at your unfunny jokes. Your eyes searched for his in every room, and you always found him looking back, always.

And he was there, when you were both tipsy over some cheap wine, giggling in the middle of an empty playground at midnight. He was there, caressing your cheeks and painting them pink, as if his fingers were paintbrushes and your face a canvas. And he was there, leaning forward and brushing his lips against yours, before moving them away.

What comes after this momentary bliss?

You've never spoken about that day, and here you are now, lying on the same bed, burning up.

"Are you asleep?" he asks after a while, turning around to look at you.

"No," you reply, shifting in your place to face him as well. "Are you cold?" you ask quietly.

"No. Never around you," he confesses breathlessly, making your heart skip a beat.

The consequence of what you do to me

He leans closer to you, his hand shaking as it raises up to rest on top of your cheek. You exhale a rugged breath, heart beating wildly in your chest.

"What are you doing?" you ask, and he shushes you slightly, his thumb trailing across your lower lip in an agonizing manner.

"Tell me this is real, that you feel it too," he pleads, eyes begging looking into yours. He leans even closer to you, until your noses brush against one another.

"Tell me I'm not imagining it, whatever this is. Help me to name it," he says as he places your hand on top of his heart. It's hammering in there too.

Help me to name it

You tentatively raise your free hand, tracing over his pretty features, and he closes his eyes, exhaling softly at your touch.

"You drive me insane Chan," you whisper, "Why didn't you kiss me that night?"

"I thought you didn't want me to."

You shake your head, "I wanted you to."

Help me to name it

"Really?" he smiles tentatively, and you nod, "Really."

He's cautious as his hand slides down the back of your neck, pulling you closer. Your hand finds his hair, playing with its soft brown locks.

Help me to name it

"You want me?"

"I want you."

"What are we?" he asks, as his lips brush against yours once again.

"We can name it tomorrow."

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THE CLICHÉS | an enhypen series

a series of cliché’s with each enhypen member !

genre :: romance, fluff, angst, suggestive content, smut.

taglist: @heelovesmeknot @kissestoenha @cloud-lyy @sussycheetos @eneiyri @jaeyunzlovr @crimnalseung @skzesty @jvjsssnaa @slut4hee @304files @peachyun02 @laurradoesloveu @soobieboobiedoobiedaboobie @niinjo @cha0thicpisces @run2min @parksunghoonsgf @moonnssun @nshmrarki @seokseokjinkim @kookify @minniejenseo @chaeyunloveeee @brachives @kimsunoops @oopshee @harryedwardtris @letwiiparkjay @jjklvr9 @nikiswifiee @monstanctiny21 @ramenoil @lolmolomolo @kim2005bomi @yunhoswrldddd @xxbluestrifexx @jakeflvrs @sheepgardenbahhhh @shawnyle @heyniki @capri-cuntz (open! feel free to ask to be on it!)

volume one :: the brothers best friend cliché

pairing: sim jaeyun x fem!reader

summery: having a crush on your brothers best friend for four years was never easy - especially having to deal with not only the strict rule your brother put in place of not dating his friends, but also his best friend being a playboy. what happens when summer arrives and your brother, jay, returns to your families holiday home with not only a new friend, but also his best friend, jake sim, and this time, he's different.

genre: brothers best friend au, slow burn, forbidden love, fluff, angst, smut.

warnings: minors dni, jake smokes, alcohol, second lead jungwon :(, slight cheating??, jake is a bit of a dick icl, dry humping in public?, making out, name calling

word count: 32k

release date: may 6th 2024

read volume one here!

read part two here!

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volume two :: the fake dating cliché

pairing: park sunghoon x fem!reader

summery: having a crush on the schools popular boy, lee heeseung when you stood zero chance to be with him was the worst — until, his cold, best friend, park sunghoon offers you a deal. be his fake girlfriend to not only help him get away from his crazy ex, but also get heeseung’s attention. how could you decline?

genre: fake dating au, kinda slow burn, unrequited love, fluff, angst, smut

warnings: minors dni, body image issues, bullying (more to be added)

word count: tba

release date: tba

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volume three :: the last love cliché

pairing: yang jungwon x fem!reader

summery: you didn’t know it was possible to enjoy living again after the death of your sister, but when you meet yang jungwon, a cheerful boy, who ends up changing your perspective of things, you couldn’t the more happier with him. that is until the unexpected happens…

genre: friends to lovers au, the last & first love au, slow burn?, ANGST, fluff and smut.

warnings: minors dni, character death, you have a toxic best friend :(, trauma (more to be added)

word count: tba

release date: tba

read volume three here!

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volume four :: the bad boy x good girl cliché

pairing: lee heeseung x fem!reader

summery: with the influence of your best friends, you decide to confess to a boy in your class on valentine’s day, however things don’t go to plan and your note ends up in lee heeseung — the schools bad boys — hands. when he finds out the confession was never meant for him and that you don’t like him at all, he’s left feeling intrigued and desperate to find out more.

genre: bad boy x good girl au, slow burn, love triangle w jay, wrong confession, fluff, angst, smut.

warnings: minors dni, heeseung is mean!!, jay second lead :(, major bullying & trauma, heeseung smokes, alcohol & drug usage (more to be added)

word count: tba

release date: tba

read volume four here!

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volume five :: the summer fling cliché

pairing: park jongseong x fem!reader

summery: going on a family holiday to jeju was something you had mixed feelings about — however, once arriving and seeing that your waiter was probably the most attractive boy you’d ever seen made you change your mind. with many (secret) flirtatious glances and note passing, you were bound to end up in his bed by the end of the vacation, right? what happens when the holiday comes to an end and you have to leave one another forever?

genre: summer fling au, forbidden love, fluff, angst, smut.

warnings: minors dni, sneaking around (more to be added)

word count: tba

release date: tba

read volume five here!

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volume six :: the enemies to lovers cliché

pairing: nishimura riki x fem!reader

summery: normally, the captain of the football team and captain of the cheerleading squad are suppose to fall in love and be complete relationship goals for everyone else, right? well, that could never be possible with you and nishimura niki because you despise one another. ever since nursery, when he cut your pigtail as a ‘joke’, so you decided to stick gooey, slime in his hair. the hatred you felt for one another would never end, and you swore on it — that was, until you both get locked inside a storage room for five hours…

genre: enemies to lovers au, forced proximity, fluff, suggest content?.

warnings: NO SMUT!! making out, niki & reader are mean to each other, prank pulling etc (more to be added)

word count: tba

release date: tba

read volume six here!

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volume seven :: the opposite attract cliché

pairing: kim sunoo x fem!reader

summery: you had heard all about the happy-go-lucky, popular boy, kim sunoo, and you knew that you’d never be compatible. he was someone who always saw the good in things and gave people second chances, whereas you were the complete opposite. you preferred being alone and always saw the bad before the good. what happens when you’re paired with kim sunoo for an art project and a whole new perspective of life is shown to you?

genre: opposite attract au, grumpy x sunshine, fluff, angst and smut.

warnings: minors dni, readers a loner & kinda depressed, (more to be added)

word count: tba

release date: tba

read volume seven here!

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@somerandomdudelmao I suffer from big man brainrot. I literally cannot stop thinking about him, HE'S SO HAPPY TO JUST BREATHE AND DRINK AND JUST BE ALIVE!! :'D

#He makes me sad #But also very happy #I will cry over him #If he cries over water I can't wait to see his reaction over actual food #cass apocalyptic series #future raph #rottmnt #rise raph #tmnt #art #my art

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#not smth i would pick in a canon pt for my ocs but tara's reaction was too funny to pass up #the tail swish tells me that she's getting that crossbow ready later #bg3edit #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #gale x tav #tav x gale #tara the tressym #bg3 spoilers #dailygaming #ch: tara the tressym #ch: gale dekarios #vg: baldur's gate 3 #series: baldur's gate #gif: mybg3

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seven days (prologue) | jjk

title: seven days (prologue) pairing: fuckboy!jungkook x reader(f) genre/rating: pg (18+) ; fluff ; roommates to lovers au summary: you dump yet another guy that wasn’t up to your “ten day standards,” which leaves your cocky ass, very off-limits roommate to tease your single status yet again. but the teasing is always expected. what’s not expected, is the bet that you make without thinking. the bet that even though you give ten days, he wouldn’t even last seven. warnings: cursing, chains bc it’s tradition<33, cocky!jk, flirty!jk, baddie!reader😌, jk constantly in grey sweatpants and nothing else :))), kook is a huge DORK and a PRETTY BOY and a LOSER<3, not rly but maybe, this man is persistent, bam :’)), reader has a lot going on :(( notes: so here we are with a series insp by our latest release from jk !! i am already having so so much fun with these two and cannot wait to show y’all some of the upcoming scenes in later chapters,, like i am buzzinggg with hype LOL hope you enjoy the prologue that i couldn’t stop expanding on! drop date: july 22nd, 2023, 9:27pm est word count: 5.1k <33 taglist: sign up here (i check every entry so read the rules!)

There’s a chance you’re about to make a mistake.

Staring at the messages on your phone, you go over the events of last night, wondering if your decision to break it off now is logical or not.

The guy you’ve been seeing is nice. Attentive. Successful, even.

But it’s been ten days and you just aren’t feeling what you hope to feel after all this time.

So, like everyone before him, this man is about to be subjected to consequences unbeknownst. The result of not meeting your ten day standards.

“Great,” you exhale, leaning on your tiny kitchen island while shutting heavy eyes in defeat. “Here we go again.”

“What’s up?”

Your phone slips dangerously quick before you clutch it tight. At the sight of your sweatpants-clad roommate, you grunt while looking far away, “Damn it, Kook. If I ever break my phone it’s gonna be your fault.”

And you hear rather than see the grin in his totally, very insincere,

“Sorry.”

“Asshole,” you scoff before another one of your roommates barrels into your legs. The boisterous, lovable, much preferred one over the man sleepily scouring your fridge. “Isn’t that right, Bam?”

Sparkly eyes and excited wiggles greet you in return, making you feel a bit better as the clinks of his chain collar tickle your eardrums. Whispering, you joke, “Oh, you’re right... His hair does look funny in the morning.”

Kook—formally known as Jungkook to most people and when you’re not particularly happy with him—pops his body out with an affronted expression and a full mouth,

“Hey! Don’t be rude.”

God, he looks way too good to have just woken up. And did he really need to forego a shirt today of all days? You can see his nipples pebbling from the fridge chill and that is not helping your mood in the slightest. “How are you already eating? And what?”

“Le’o’ers,” he responds with a much fuller bite before shutting the metal door with a foot. The hollow thud reminds you of how empty the appliance is, which means another grocery run is in order.

Damn it, that means no dinner if you don’t go today.

Faced with problem after problem, you pet Bam’s head before righting yourself on your barstool. As Jungkook joins you at the island, mouth stuffed, you slump and decide to admit, “I think I’m destined to be alone.”

Your roommate looks up at you mid-chew, already knowing what you mean. “Another one?” When you nod, he tries his best to swallow everything before blurting, “How long was it this time?”

You rest on a palm. “Ten days.”

“Damn.”

“Yeah. Fuckin’ sucks.”

Looking more awake now, Jungkook takes another bite with a head shake. Against your better judgment, you decide to spare a glance at his inked sleeve, and you have to tear your gaze away before you gnaw straight into your lip.

Why the universe decided that you two would only be roommates, you aren’t sure. Even though you’ve been talking more and more lately despite his fuckboy activity unwavering, conversations haven’t been anything substantial.

But maybe that’s for the best.

Because if Jungkook was anything other than your roommate, you are pretty sure you wouldn’t be able to stand his ass.

“He made it all the way to the end,” the man in question finally sighs out. “Poor guy.”

Honestly, how do you put up with him now?

While you stare at his typical leftovers, you respond with an accusation, “You’re siding with him?”

“This time? Yeah.” Your roommate quickly tilts his head with a “tsk” before explaining, “I thought you said he was cool.”

“I mean,” you whoosh out, a bit of frustration on your tongue because you did in fact say that.

But wasn’t that after the very first day? Just a quick comment before you barged into your room, completely exhausted after an intense paintball date? How did Jungkook even remember?

Whatever.

After an offhand wave of your hand, you put your chin back in your hold. “I did. But being cool isn’t enough for me.”

“Why not?”

“Because it just isn’t?”

“I guess.” Getting up from his chair, he throws his empty to-go box away before retrieving breakfast for his companion. “Dunno. I kinda feel worse for you, I think.”

“Me?”

“Yeah.” He gives Bam head scratches before standing with a crinkling food bag, and you have to look away yet again, this time focusing on your very empty phone screen. “But only cus you’re doing this to yourself.”

Lifting a brow, you ask low, “Doing what?”

“Making your dating life suck?”

…What?

You can’t stop your blinking when you stare, even while you hear dog food clanging into a bowl.

He’s giving you a lot less credit than you deserve, especially since he doesn’t even know why you even have these standards in the first place.

Truthfully, your roommate doesn’t really know a lot of things about you. But you chalk that up to your own decision to be so private.

Unlike mister open book himself.

Besides, you have a follow-up question. “How do you know if it sucks or not?”

At this, Jungkook simply eyes you with a look that makes you embarrassed before he even says his points,

“You’ve been quieter.”

“I mean… I guess—”

“Hogging the tv more.”

“Okay, but—”

“And all your moans have been fake as fuck.”

“Hello?”

What the fuck!

Everything in you shrivels in agony as he holds back a laugh, stuffing the food bag in your laundry cove before kicking it shut.

When he comes back into view, you’re already covering your face with both hands. Because this conversation cannot be happening right now.

What the hell did he just say and why did he think it was okay to say it!

“And—”

“Nope, we’re done—”

You feel fingers close over yours before you let him move them from your cheeks, eyes slowly opening to see him close and very, very warm.

“And,” he continues, “No matter how hard you’re trying…” When you look away, he swivels your chin right back with a confident,

“You can’t stop staring at me.”

Fuck, he totally caught you.

“Oh, please,” you stutter with the largest eyeroll. “That’s cus your nips are rock solid right now.”

“So are yours.”

Quickly, you snatch your hands back to fold shaking arms over your chest. “Yeah, well, hope you enjoyed the view.”

“Sure did,” Jungkook puffs before stepping away, taking all the tight space with him and letting you breathe again. “But all I’m saying is, you gotta lower your standards or—”

“No.”

“Or,” he continues, giving you a look, “Not complain if they’re too high.”

“Well, thank you.” With your nose grazing the sky, you point out, “I’d like to think they’re just right.”

“What even are they anyway? All you’ve said is something about ten days.”

“That’s basically it,” you murmur, resting your arms on the island as to not have your chest in full view. “If I still like them after ten days, I know I’d be fine dating them for real.”

There’s silence when you finish. When you finally look, the gawk you’re getting in return almost makes you laugh. “What?”

“You mean the ten days is only a trial run?”

You do laugh this time, burying your face in slight shyness. “And what about it!”

“Are you serious—?” Jungkook rounds the island so that he can speak directly at your hidden features. “Has anyone even gotten past all ten with you?”

You pause, breath fanning the granite top beneath you and wisping around your face. When you lift your gaze above your arms, you keep it trained on the countertop instead of his curiosity,

“No.”

He doesn’t say a word.

“Not since my standards changed.”

And you think that’s the end of this conversation. Because what else is there to say? You know your expectations are impossible but you think that’s a hell of a lot better than—

“I could do it.”

“What.” A glare is shot. “Absolutely not.”

“Why not?”

“You? No.” You shake your head. “You wouldn’t even last seven.”

“Try me,” he challenges, and you still can’t take him seriously despite the fire in his eyes. “I’ve lasted a lot more than that as your roommate, right?”

“But that’s—this is—this is different! Be for real, Kook.” You vacate the island and head to your room, having enough of his teasing for one morning.

But you get stopped, a bare chest and chains blocking your vision and sending your mind into a frenzy. When you flick your gaze to his face, he simply says, with the straightest expression,

“I am.”

Why…

Why is he doing this?

He isn’t even interested in you. And you’re roommates. Isn’t this crossing a line? Some sort of taboo?

Instead of giving in, you scoff and walk around his annoyingly nice proportions and into the hall. “No.”

“Come on—”

“Nope.”

Jungkook cannot be serious. Everything about this whole thing shouldn’t even be entertained. And for goodness sake, you haven’t even told the last guy it was over yet!

But despite all that, he’s on your heels, Bam following close behind and making the corridor even more crowded.

“Not even a—”

“No.”

When you finally reach your bedroom that seemed miles away, he prevents you from reaching the doorknob.

Making you inches from touching his stomach before you flinch your hand back. “Really?”

“Yeah! Why not?”

You can think of ten thousand reasons why not.

With a sigh, you realize that this man just won’t quit if you just say No. So instead of resisting his attempts, you pivot,

“It’s too early for your teasing, Kook. I gotta go to work.”

When his brows attempt to touch, he shifts his gaze from one eye to the next. “Huh?”

“Work? Pretty sure you have to go, too.”

“No, I meant”—he rests his back against your door—“I’m not teasing.”

“You’re always teasing,” you correct him, albeit feeling a little different about all the offers now.

Is he for real? Judging by this whole year of living with him, you’ve clocked that he’s not that serious about anything, ever.

Except for when he wants to win.

So if he’s seeing this whole thing as a challenge instead of anything else, then you’d understand why he’s pushing so hard.

“Am I always teasing you?”

“Oh, my god, yes.”

“Mm. I don’t think it happens all the—”

To your horror, a gurgling sound erupts from your stomach, tugging both of your gazes downward.

“Time…”

You did not see this interruption coming.

Even the universe isn’t on your side today.

“See!” you complain to his giggles. “What did I just say?”

“You gonna pay your pet deposit for that tiger in there?”

“Alright, bye,” you start, gently shoving his laughs away from your door. “I’m gonna be late and they’re already on my ass at work.”

As your room finally finally finally opens into view, you hear both your roommates complain in small whines.

“At least eat with m—”

Your door slam effectively cuts him off.

But it also cuts you from the world for a second, and everything you’ve been dreading seeps right back into your mind.

Like work. And friends. And this nice guy you’re gonna let down very bluntly.

…And a certain ex that you had a run-in with recently.

Fuck, focus. At least get ready for the first one and deal with the rest when they come. You can get through this.

Determined, you steel yourself before walking.

But you don’t even get three steps in before hearing a knock on your door, your sigh more elaborate than it’s ever been.

There’s no way. No way Jungkook’s been standing there that whole time you didn’t move.

Turning, you know you have two options. You can ignore him and get ready for a job you don’t want to deal with, or at least hear him out. One last time for this weird ass morning.

Tongue poking your cheek, you make your decision and hope it’s the right choice.

Or at least a good one.

You’re pretty sure your door screams at the amount of force you use. But you rest a forearm on your entryway before asking,

“What.”

“Oh, hi,” Jungkook greets mid-step away. Straightening, he clears his throat, eyes and lip ring shining in the natural light coming through your bedroom windows. “Uhh. I didn’t think you’d answer.”

All you react with is a head gesture, silently ordering him to keep talking.

And he understands immediately, flustered appearance highly amusing. “Just, umm. Just think about it, maybe?”

Don’t be charmed, don’t be charmed, don’t be charmed by your goddamn roommate.

But he looks so fucking fine in those chains…

This isn’t a fair fight, all things considering. Maybe you need to have this talk when he actually has clothes on. Like during a show you’ve both seen a thousand times, or over food.

Food.

The empty fridge pops back into your mind, lighting your brain up with an idea. Lips pursed, you pretend mull things over before extending an offer,

“Make dinner tonight and I might consider.”

Jungkook’s pupils sparkle in an instant, and he smiles so wide before accepting,

“I’ll make it all week if that’s what it takes.”

Something akin to butterflies springs in your belly. But you remain composed, “There’s no way I’m having ramyeon seven days straight.”

“I can make other things!”

“Prove it.”

“I will!”

“Then I’ll see you at dinner,” you taunt, shutting your door for the final time.

And even though this whole morning has been a trip, and despite being severely late to work now, hearing Jungkook’s last comment before you walk away suddenly makes it all worth it.

Because it’s a simple, tiny, panicked,

“Fuck.”

Work is exactly how you thought it would be.

An extraordinary catastrophe that even Hades would cringe at.

When you finally make it out of the trenches and back into your condo, you’re tired, weary, and hardset on falling face first into your comforter.

But when you open the front door, the smells you’re greeted with almost bring tears to your eyes.

Because it smells divine.

Wait.

Is Jungkook really making dinner?

You didn’t get a single peep from him all day. Even when you went through your social media apps, you didn’t see any activity from his accounts.

“Hey, Bam,” you greet while slipping off your shoes. “Is anyone else here?”

As you get the exact silent answer you expect, you hear singing wafting from the kitchen.

Just like always.

Sighing, you bend to give Bam a nice round of scritches before making your way there, curious as to why it smells so fucking superb.

“About time you showed up!”

Fully clothed.

Thank the heavens.

“Nice to see you, too,” you grumble. “And what do you mean, you aren’t even done yet.”

“Yeah. Even after napping you gave me enough time.”

Dumping your purse on a dining chair, you lightly scratch one of your brows. “I’m so jealous you get to sleep so much.”

“Me? Not usually. I just lie down on my phone.” As he transfers what looks like noodles into a bowl, you snicker before he can blurt out, “Before you say anything, this isn’t your ordinary ramyeon.”

“Sure.”

“It’s much better.”

“Still noodles.”

Holding his wooden spoon like a sword, he challenges, “If you don’t like this, I don’t like you.”

God.

Why is he much more ridiculous today than he’s been in all the months you’ve been around him?

It’s so dumb that you can’t help but puff out a scoff. “Not exactly something to say when you wanna date someone.”

“That’s how serious I am.”

“Okay, okay,” you relent, too tired to fight. Plopping into a free seat, you rest your temple in your palms, hoping your headache is only from hunger and will subside soon.

Soft notes appear by the stove again as Jungkook goes back to singing. And you’re glad it’s not as loud or you would’ve had to shush him.

Soon enough, you hear a small “here you go” before you see a shallow bowl and water cup placed in front of you, and you thank him with a voice just as tiny.

As Jungkook takes the seat across from your slumped form, he rubs his hands together before gasping, getting up again.

“What?”

“Don’t eat it yet!”

A groan.

Staring at your food while you wait, you gotta admit that it looks as amazing as it smells. So vibrant and glistening, with bits of green here and there amongst the warm colors.

If it tastes just as good, too…

“Okay, here we go.”

You look up before leaning away, watching as Jungkook crushes his palms together above your plate, ringing them and letting sesame seeds fall out.

“There. Now you can have some.”

“Thanks,” you whisper again, just grateful you have food. The one thing that has gone your way the whole damn day.

Well. At least the guy seemed to take the dumping well earlier. If you call blocking and unfollowing you on all socials without a single response taking a breakup well.

Whatever. Once again, your vibes radar wasn’t… Wrong…

“Holy fuck,” you mumble through a bite of noodles, eyebrows furrowed in shock. “This is good.”

When you look up, you discover two things.

One, Jungkook’s smirk is downright devilish when aimed right at you.

And two, he clearly waited until you ate to even pick up his chopsticks.

“I know.”

Only your eyes can show your mock disgust as you keep slurping your bite. Because the rest of you is buzzing with glee and something else. Truthfully, you could eat this dish as many times as he wants to make it.

But there’s no way you’re gonna admit that to his face. No reason for his ego to balloon even more than it has.

Fuck, his grin is getting even bigger!

But you’re spared when you use your free hand to flick him off, because he laughs to the ceiling before digging into his own food.

Both of you eat in silence, with just the hum of his speaker floating through the open space. Before you know it, your bowl is empty and your stomach full, and you’re midway through drinking when you hear—

“Date me.”

Liquid stings your nose when you cough into your cup, and you set it down before droning,

“Wow.”

“What?”

Does he really have the audacity to giggle after what he just said?

Jungkook has never been serious in his life.

Unmoving from your hunched position, you hit him with a flat, “A little strong, don’t you think?”

“Yeah, and? That’s worked for me so far.”

“We’re roommates.”

“Uh huh.”

“And friends.”

“Yeah.”

“Don’t you think this could go very wrong?”

“Not if we do it just to do it.”

You’ve been badgered before. It’s happened at work, it’s happened in past relationships, and it’s happened with random strangers at clubs.

But this is on a whole other level and you want to—need to—keep believing that it’s just one big joke. Or prank. Maybe Jungkook made a bet with his friends that he could bet you he’d beat your standards.

…Okay, that’s a stretch.

Regardless, why is he persistent? Why is he trying this hard? Is he even thinking about potential outcomes or consequences or anything else?

Leaning fully back into your chair, you ask something you already know the answer to,

“...You don’t think about shit before doing it, do you.”

“Never!”

Right.

With a heavy sigh, you look away. “How would we even do this.”

“Just like you do with all the others,” he offers. “It can be an experiment, if anything.”

“A what now.”

“An experiment. A trial run, since you’re so familiar with those.” He grins when you scoff, getting up to gather all the dishes before heading for the sink. “If I can get through more than ten days, then I win. If you can’t stand me and dump me, no hard feelings.”

What did he just say?

“Wait, with no hard feelings? Really?”

“Yeah,” Jungkook confirms, and you watch him don gloves before turning the faucet on. “You know me, yeah? No strings.”

This is true.

Ever since you moved in together, that’s one thing the two of you have had in common: no real relationships with anyone. There was maybe one girl that he saw for more than a month, but that ended pretty quick and he was back on his bullshit.

Well…

If he really doesn’t care about the worst outcome, what’s the harm in trying it? Maybe your standards do need tweaking and he’ll be the one to help cement them.

Besides, you feel like something shifted in the air today. Not only was Jungkook a lot more animated and attentive, his eyes seemed to linger a little bit more than usual.

And his hands… You wouldn’t mind feeling them in other places.

Your heart is beating so hard that you swear he can hear it. Tone steady, you brush off your slight attraction by guessing,

“…You’re just really bored, huh?”

“Oh my god, yeah.”

His blunt honesty pulls a puff of mirth straight from your throat, and you shake your head before vacating your chair. When you get to the island, it feels cool to the touch as you skirt a finger across,

“Gimme one more day. I’ll think about it.”

Jungkook snaps his head your way. “Why?”

“Because one of us has to be the logical one and you’re a looney toon.”

He can only hiss out a laugh at the bowl in his hands.

“One more day, okay?”

“If you say so.”

With that, you make your leave.

But with one foot out of the kitchen, your whole body stops.

That dish seemed like it took a lot of components to make. At least, ingredients that you know you didn’t have before.

So you turn back around and compete with running water,

“Hey.”

He turns.

“Thanks for the food. I could eat a whole bucket of that.”

Retreating right after your admission, you hide your lip bite in the dark of the hallway.

Not knowing that you missed an expression that matched your own.

Deep in the comfort of your covers, your mind rages.

But not because of any of the usual suspects. Instead, the eye of this storm is the man that just made you dinner.

Why is Jungkook trying so hard? You still don’t get that. There’s a million things that could go sideways with something like this, and yet he seems to disregard all of them.

But even if you get it, you can’t put too much stock in this before it’s even happened. It’s dangerous to make it seem more than it is.

It’s just another game to him. A challenge.

So you should see it the same way.

Even if you have thought about what it would be like to be with him for real.

You may have lied to your roommate.

Because you definitely need more than one day to really think this over.

But despite the slight change in deadline, Jungkook’s been hanging on by a solid thread, even tacking more and more additional offers onto the original.

“You can pick all the places we go.”

“Not now, Jungkook.”

“I’ll let you choose any movies.”

“We have the same taste.”

Day after day, night after night, he’s asked you. To the point where it’s become a running bit.

“Date me.”

“No.”

“Think about it?”

“I am.”

And this goes on for a whole two weeks, which you don’t realize until you’re settled into warm covers one night, decompressing on your phone.

Shit might actually go down at work. But you refuse to think about it because you’ve been god awful at separating your career troubles with regular life.

After being bored with one app, you switch to another.

But if the worst happens, where the hell are you gonna get the money to keep affording this place? Both of you are shelling out absurd amounts ever since management raised rent recently.

Singing leaks from the hallway, interrupting your thunderous thoughts as laundry’s seemingly getting transferred to the dryer. And you can’t help but sigh from your bed.

There he goes again.

After a second or two, you stop using your device to give a look to the door.

Just listening.

And wondering.

Without really knowing why, you decide to leave your sheets, leaning on a now open doorway while watching him at the end of the corridor.

And Jungkook doesn’t notice, back turned and dancing away, intermittently using one of his socks as a flimsy microphone.

Ugh. How can he lift your mood without even trying? After shit days at work, nothing cheers you up until you get back home. Between the food he makes, and the talking, and stuff like this oh goddamn it he sees you.

“Hey!” Fuck, his smile is pretty. “See what you’d be missing out on?”

“I’m literally watching you now.”

“Nah! This is nothing.”

Your arms can’t get crossed hard enough. “Oh, really.”

But you have to quickly uncross them because your roommate starts dancing down the hall, and that only means one thing. Yelping, you retreat back inside your room, with just enough time to shut his laughs out with a bang.

Undeterred, Jungkook shouts through wood,

“Come on, lemme show you!”

“No!”

“Why?”

That damn whine.

Why is he…

Maybe there’s no use in questioning it anymore.

He just is.

With a smile that grows and grows, you aim your response at the ground,

“I only dance with my dates.”

“Wow.”

You try your absolute hardest to hold back your laugh, and you’re pretty successful.

Until he starts singing a choice song that has you bursting at the seams.

“If I had one wish…”

“Shut up,” you groan slow, knowing damn well he can tell you’re grinning like hell.

“We would be best friends…”

“Good night, Kook.”

Every morning, you shut your alarms off with a slap before getting ready for work. Bathroom, face routine, teeth brushing, thinking about what you need to get done, hair and makeup, jewelry, outfit, already wishing you were back home and in bed, last second touches.

And it doesn’t stop there, because you also speed into the kitchen to make your caffeine drink of choice, fill your water flask, and rustle together a bag of snacks before heading out. Which can take anywhere from two to ten minutes depending on if you want coffee or tea, and how elaborate you want your food to be.

But this morning, something is off.

Because coffee’s already brewed, your flask and cup are sitting on the island, and there’s a bag full of stuff you assume to be fruit and various small bites.

What the…

As you stare, all you can manage is,

“Huh.”

You know for damn sure Bam doesn’t know how to fill a mug.

When you softly touch brown paper, you hear a groggy voice from the entryway,

“I just went with coffee.”

Shit—

“Dunno how long you seep your tea.”

Your feet keep stumbling before you calm them down, cursing under your breath before gritting out,

“What is this, a drama?”

When he lazily smiles, he asks, “Do you want it to be?”

Scoffing, you drink in the sight of his sleepy eyes, groaning inside because he’s only in his sweatpants again.

Why do they have to be grey!

“Why’d you do all this?”

“To save you the trouble.”

The trouble? “What do you mean?”

“So I can ask you one more time.”

He... Jungkook did all of this to make time to ask you again? When the hell did he wake up because there’s a real meal in that paper bag.

Your head drops all the way forward.

This man cannot be human.

“Date me.”

“Kook.”

“Just gimme a chance.”

Distraction. You need a distraction.

Without thinking too hard, you reach for your coffee. But this doesn’t help your cause because as soon as you take a sip, you discover that it tastes exactly how you make it.

Staring at the way the liquid swirls, you realize that maybe—just maybe—Jungkook knows a lot more about you than you thought.

Hmm.

After a long pause, you clarify with caution, “And I can dump you whenever I want?”

It’s your roommate’s turn to fold his arms, and you absolutely do not wanna see that image up close again as long as you live. His chains damn near disappear into his chest.

“You won’t, but yeah.”

Your gaze lowers back to your coffee.

This is just a game. A game, a game, an unserious stunt to pass the time.

Besides.

It’s not like you haven’t thought about him a certain way once or twice.

Maybe this is your shot to at least give him a smooch or two.

“No strings?”

“No strings.”

“Seven days?”

“Ten.”

“You won’t get hurt?”

There’s a tiny falter in his smile, but he quickly dashes it away, “No. You?”

“Of course not,” you blurt, ignoring the miniscule sting in your chest.

Jungkook pushes off the partition, slowly making his way towards your unwavering gaze. When he stops, you can feel his lingering body heat radiating onto your clothes as he questions,

“So what now?”

After feeling like you might be making yet another mistake, you finally, finally give in.

“Fine. But you’re gonna end up just like everyone else.”

A finger props your chin when he bends close, head tilted dangerously to one side and stirring something in your core.

“Trust me,” he counters, voice with an edge you’ve only heard him use on others, “I won’t.”

Yeah. You are definitely making another mistake.

But Jungkook flicks his hand away before you can elaborate any further. “So when do we start? Now?”

“Uhh.” You swallow, thrown off by how quick he can change his demeanor. With a passing thought, you realize with slight terror that this may spell danger for you. “I guess so.”

“Then go out with me tonight,” he offers, wasting absolutely no time. “There’s a place I’ve been wanting to try.”

Hmm.

You kinda like how he didn’t wait. “Oh. Sure.”

Before you understand what’s happening, your blouse is softly tugged forward, the rest of your body following without prompt.

What. What’s he doing. Is he already going in for a—

“I wasn’t asking.”

With a slant of his lips, he lets you go.

And all the gears in your mind grind to a damning halt.

Because normally, you would cringe at that. But hearing it from a half-naked Jungkook alters your brain chemistry to the point where you wonder if you ever hated the phrase at all.

But before you can say anything, you hear a puff of a laugh before you’re left alone.

Standing there, eyes on the way he fills those sweats, and wondering what you just signed up for—

“Ten days?” Jungkook questions as he spins back around, and you shift your weight in annoyance. “That’s nothing.”

“Get real,” you drawl. “It’ll be fun dumping you in seven.”

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