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Operation: Ass Slap

Synopsis: A playful smack here, a dramatic reaction there—turns out, teasing them is way more entertaining than you expected.

W/C: 2.2k   Warnings: Suggestive themes, playful teasing, excessive flirting, mild swearing, chaotic energy, dramatic reactions, mentions of violence (playful), second-hand embarrassment  Pairing: Enhypen ot7 x gn! reader  Genre: Fluff, Romance  AU: Established Relationship 

LEE HEESEUNG

You were lounging in the dorms when Heeseung stood up to grab something from the kitchen. As he passed by, your hand instinctively shot out, landing a playful smack on his ass. The sound echoed in the room, and Heeseung froze mid-step, turning to glare at you with wide eyes. 

“What the hell was that?” he asked, his voice a mix of disbelief and amusement. 

You shrugged nonchalantly, biting back a grin. “What? It was right there. I couldn’t resist.” 

Heeseung scoffed, shaking his head. “You’re unbelievable. You can’t just go around slapping people’s asses like that.” 

“Oh, but you do it to the members all the time,” you retorted, leaning back against the couch. “Double standards much?” 

“That’s different!” he exclaimed, pointing at you accusingly. “They’re my members. You’re—” He stopped himself, his face reddening slightly. “You’re you.” 

“And?” you teased, tilting your head. “What’s your point, Hee?” 

Heeseung groaned, running a hand through his hair. “You’re such a pain in the ass, you know that?” 

“Speaking of asses...” you said with a smirk, wiggling your eyebrows. 

“Don’t even start,” he warned, though the corner of his mouth twitched into a reluctant smile. “You’re so lucky Iove you.” 

“Aw, you love me?” you cooed, batting your eyelashes at him. “Say it again, Hee.” 

“Not a chance,” he shot back, grabbing a pillow from the couch and throwing it at you. “Now stop harassing me, you menace.” 

“Admit it, you secretly liked it,” you called after him as he walked away, flipping you off over his shoulder. 

PARK JONSEONG

Jay was busy cooking in the kitchen, his back turned to you as he stirred something on the stove. The delicious smell filled the room, but your focus was elsewhere—specifically, on the way his sweatpants fit a little too well. Before you could think twice, you walked up behind him and gave his ass a sharp slap. 

Jay jumped, almost dropping the spoon in his hand. “What the fuck?” he yelped, spinning around to face you. His eyes were wide, and his ears were already turning red. 

You bit your lip to keep from laughing. “Sorry, it was just... right there. Couldn’t help myself.” 

He narrowed his eyes at you, pointing the spoon in your direction. “You have a death wish, don’t you?” 

“Relax, Chef Ramsay,” you teased, leaning against the counter. “Consider it a compliment.” 

“A compliment?” he repeated, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “Oh, sure. Nothing screams ‘compliment’ like getting smacked in the ass while I’m cooking.” 

“Exactly,” you said with a grin. “It’s like... encouragement. You’re doing a great job, babe.” 

Jay groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You’re insufferable.” 

“And you love it,” you shot back, grabbing a piece of chopped carrot from the cutting board. 

“Love is a strong word,” he muttered, though the faint smile tugging at his lips betrayed him. 

“Admit it,” you said, stepping closer and poking his chest. “You secretly liked it.” 

Jay leaned down, his face inches from yours. “If you do it again, I’m kicking you out of the kitchen,” he said, his voice low and threatening—though the blush on his cheeks ruined the effect. 

“Noted,” you replied sweetly, patting his chest. “But no promises.” 

“Unbelievable,” he muttered, turning back to the stove. You could still see the tips of his ears burning red as he focused on cooking, muttering something about how you were a menace under his breath. 

SIM JAEYUN

Jake was sprawled out on the couch, scrolling through his phone while his legs dangled off the armrest. You walked by, taking in the perfect opportunity. Without hesitation, you swung your hand and smacked his ass. Hard. 

“Holy shit!” Jake yelped, nearly dropping his phone as he bolted upright. “What the hell was that for?” 

You doubled over with laughter, clutching your stomach. “Your reaction! Oh my God, Jake, you looked like you saw a ghost!” 

He glared at you, his cheeks turning pink. “You’re so fucking annoying. Who even does that?” 

“Me, apparently,” you said, grinning. “Nice reflexes, by the way.” 

Jake rolled his eyes, leaning back against the couch. “You’re lucky I didn’t accidentally kick you.” 

“Oh, please. You’d never,” you teased, plopping down beside him. “You’re too soft for that.” 

“Soft?” he repeated, looking offended. “I’ll show you soft—” He lunged forward, grabbing a pillow and whacking you with it. 

“Hey!” you protested, laughing as you tried to fend him off. “Violence isn’t the answer, Jake!” 

“It is when you’re the problem,” he shot back, though he was laughing now too. 

You managed to grab the pillow from him, holding it over your head in victory. “Admit it, though. You secretly liked it.” 

Jake scoffed, crossing his arms. “In what world would I like being slapped in the ass?” 

“This one,” you said confidently, smirking at him. “Don’t lie, Jake. I saw the way you blushed.” 

He groaned, burying his face in his hands. “You’re so goddamn annoying. Why do I even put up with you?” 

“Because you love me,” you replied with a cheeky grin, poking his side. “Admit it.” 

“Yeah, yeah,” he muttered, but the small smile on his face told you everything you needed to know. 

PARK SUNGHOON

Sunghoon was standing in front of the mirror, fixing his hair for the millionth time. He was so focused on his reflection that he didn’t notice you sneaking up behind him. Without warning, you slapped his ass, the loud smack echoing in the room. 

“What the fuck?” Sunghoon exclaimed, spinning around to glare at you. His cheeks flushed pink as he stared at you in disbelief. “Did you just—” 

“I sure did,” you said, grinning up at him. “Nice reaction time, by the way.” 

Sunghoon scowled, crossing his arms. “What the hell is wrong with you?” 

“Nothing,” you replied innocently. “I just thought you needed a little... appreciation.” 

“Appreciation for what?” he demanded, narrowing his eyes. 

“For being so pretty,” you said with a smirk. “You’re welcome.” 

He groaned, running a hand through his hair. “You’re unbelievable.” 

“And you’re blushing,” you shot back, pointing at his red cheeks. 

“I am not,” he said quickly, turning back to the mirror. “You’re just imagining things.” 

“Sure, Hoon,” you teased, stepping closer to poke his side. “Whatever helps you sleep at night.” 

He swatted your hand away, muttering something under his breath. “You’re so annoying.” 

“But you love me,” you said, grinning. 

“Debatable,” he replied, though the small smile tugging at his lips said otherwise. 

KIM SUNOO

Sunoo was lying on his bed, scrolling through his phone. You walked by, smirking as you saw the perfect opportunity. Without hesitation, you slapped his ass, earning a loud yelp from him. 

“Yah! What the hell?” Sunoo exclaimed, sitting up to glare at you. His cheeks were already turning red. 

“Sorry,” you said, not sounding sorry at all. “Couldn’t resist.” 

He narrowed his eyes at you, pointing accusingly. “You’re so dead.” 

“Oh, come on,” you teased, holding your hands up in mock surrender. “It’s not that big of a deal.” 

“Not that big of a deal?” he repeated, his voice rising an octave. “You just smacked my ass!” 

“And it was a good one,” you said with a grin. “Props to you, Sunoo.” 

He groaned, grabbing a pillow and throwing it at you. “You’re the worst.” 

“And yet, here we are,” you said, dodging the pillow. “Admit it, though. You secretly liked it.” 

“In your dreams,” he shot back, though the blush on his cheeks gave him away. 

YANG JUNGWON

Jungwon was tidying up the living room, humming to himself as he carefully folded a blanket. You watched him for a moment, a mischievous grin spreading across your face. The moment he turned slightly, you took your chance—your hand shot out, landing a loud smack on his ass. 

Jungwon yelped, nearly tripping over his own feet as he whipped around to glare at you. "What the hell was that?!" 

You shrugged, barely holding back laughter. "A well-executed ass slap, obviously." 

His jaw dropped as he stared at you in disbelief. "You—you can't just do that! What is wrong with you?" 

"Plenty of things," you admitted with a smirk. "But that’s not the point here." 

Jungwon groaned, covering his face with both hands for a second before pointing an accusing finger at you. "You’re the walking embodiment of ‘this is why we can’t have nice things’. Do you even think before you act?" 

"Nope," you answered proudly. "It’s called living in the moment, Wonie. You should try it." 

"Living in the moment doesn't mean violating my personal space!" he exclaimed, his ears burning bright red. "I should report you for this." 

"Report me?" you laughed. "To who? Enhypen HR? Oh wait, you’re the leader. What are you going to do, write me a sternly worded memo." 

"You know what, go ahead, report me," you taunted, smirking. "I'm dying to see who you think handles that kind of thing around here."

Jungwon huffed, crossing his arms. "I swear, you get away with way too much." 

You stepped closer, tilting your head. "You’re still blushing, by the way." 

His hands shot up to his cheeks immediately. "I AM NOT!" 

"Oh, you totally are," you teased. "Just admit you liked it, Wonie. I promise I won’t tell." 

Jungwon groaned loudly, dramatically throwing himself onto the couch. "I can’t deal with you. I actually can’t." 

You sat beside him, nudging his shoulder. "You love dealing with me." 

"No, I tolerate you," he muttered, shooting you a side-eye. "And barely." 

You grinned. "Yeah, yeah, keep telling yourself that." 

NISHIMURA RIKI

Ni-Ki was in the middle of dancing, testing out a new choreography in the practice room mirror. He was completely lost in the rhythm, his body moving fluidly, his focus locked on the routine. 

Which made it the perfect moment. 

You crept up behind him, watching as he executed a clean spin, and right as he landed—you swung. Your hand connected with his ass with a loud SMACK. 

Ni-Ki let out a scandalized squawk as he stumbled forward, nearly face-planting into the mirror. He caught himself just in time, spinning around to glare at you with wide eyes. "WHAT THE FUCK?!" 

You doubled over in laughter, clutching your stomach as you watched his reaction. "Oh my God, your face! I should’ve recorded that." 

"Your such a gremlin," Ni-Ki gritted out, running a hand down his face. "What is wrong with you?!" 

"Nothing," you wheezed between giggles. "Your ass was just asking for it." 

Ni-Ki groaned dramatically. "MY ASS WAS MINDING ITS OWN DAMN BUSINESS!" 

"It was too minding its own business," you teased. "I had to do something about it." 

He pointed at you accusingly. "You are literally out of control." 

"And yet, you keep me around," you shot back, smirking. "Which means you must like the chaos." 

Ni-Ki rolled his eyes, turning back to the mirror. "I don’t even know why I bother with you." 

You stepped up beside him, resting your chin on his shoulder. "Because you’d be bored without me." 

He sighed, shaking his head. "You are so lucky I tolerate your bullshit." 

"Love, Ni-Ki," you corrected with a grin. "You love my bullshit." 

He snorted, finally cracking a reluctant smile. "Yeah, yeah. Whatever helps you sleep at night." 

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Operation: Ass Slap

Synopsis: A playful smack here, a dramatic reaction there—turns out, teasing them is way more entertaining than you expected.

W/C: 2.2k   Warnings: Suggestive themes, playful teasing, excessive flirting, mild swearing, chaotic energy, dramatic reactions, mentions of violence (playful), second-hand embarrassment  Pairing: Enhypen ot7 x gn! reader  Genre: Fluff, Romance  AU: Established Relationship 

LEE HEESEUNG

You were lounging in the dorms when Heeseung stood up to grab something from the kitchen. As he passed by, your hand instinctively shot out, landing a playful smack on his ass. The sound echoed in the room, and Heeseung froze mid-step, turning to glare at you with wide eyes. 

“What the hell was that?” he asked, his voice a mix of disbelief and amusement. 

You shrugged nonchalantly, biting back a grin. “What? It was right there. I couldn’t resist.” 

Heeseung scoffed, shaking his head. “You’re unbelievable. You can’t just go around slapping people’s asses like that.” 

“Oh, but you do it to the members all the time,” you retorted, leaning back against the couch. “Double standards much?” 

“That’s different!” he exclaimed, pointing at you accusingly. “They’re my members. You’re—” He stopped himself, his face reddening slightly. “You’re you.” 

“And?” you teased, tilting your head. “What’s your point, Hee?” 

Heeseung groaned, running a hand through his hair. “You’re such a pain in the ass, you know that?” 

“Speaking of asses...” you said with a smirk, wiggling your eyebrows. 

“Don’t even start,” he warned, though the corner of his mouth twitched into a reluctant smile. “You’re so lucky Iove you.” 

“Aw, you love me?” you cooed, batting your eyelashes at him. “Say it again, Hee.” 

“Not a chance,” he shot back, grabbing a pillow from the couch and throwing it at you. “Now stop harassing me, you menace.” 

“Admit it, you secretly liked it,” you called after him as he walked away, flipping you off over his shoulder. 

PARK JONSEONG

Jay was busy cooking in the kitchen, his back turned to you as he stirred something on the stove. The delicious smell filled the room, but your focus was elsewhere—specifically, on the way his sweatpants fit a little too well. Before you could think twice, you walked up behind him and gave his ass a sharp slap. 

Jay jumped, almost dropping the spoon in his hand. “What the fuck?” he yelped, spinning around to face you. His eyes were wide, and his ears were already turning red. 

You bit your lip to keep from laughing. “Sorry, it was just... right there. Couldn’t help myself.” 

He narrowed his eyes at you, pointing the spoon in your direction. “You have a death wish, don’t you?” 

“Relax, Chef Ramsay,” you teased, leaning against the counter. “Consider it a compliment.” 

“A compliment?” he repeated, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “Oh, sure. Nothing screams ‘compliment’ like getting smacked in the ass while I’m cooking.” 

“Exactly,” you said with a grin. “It’s like... encouragement. You’re doing a great job, babe.” 

Jay groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You’re insufferable.” 

“And you love it,” you shot back, grabbing a piece of chopped carrot from the cutting board. 

“Love is a strong word,” he muttered, though the faint smile tugging at his lips betrayed him. 

“Admit it,” you said, stepping closer and poking his chest. “You secretly liked it.” 

Jay leaned down, his face inches from yours. “If you do it again, I’m kicking you out of the kitchen,” he said, his voice low and threatening—though the blush on his cheeks ruined the effect. 

“Noted,” you replied sweetly, patting his chest. “But no promises.” 

“Unbelievable,” he muttered, turning back to the stove. You could still see the tips of his ears burning red as he focused on cooking, muttering something about how you were a menace under his breath. 

SIM JAEYUN

Jake was sprawled out on the couch, scrolling through his phone while his legs dangled off the armrest. You walked by, taking in the perfect opportunity. Without hesitation, you swung your hand and smacked his ass. Hard. 

“Holy shit!” Jake yelped, nearly dropping his phone as he bolted upright. “What the hell was that for?” 

You doubled over with laughter, clutching your stomach. “Your reaction! Oh my God, Jake, you looked like you saw a ghost!” 

He glared at you, his cheeks turning pink. “You’re so fucking annoying. Who even does that?” 

“Me, apparently,” you said, grinning. “Nice reflexes, by the way.” 

Jake rolled his eyes, leaning back against the couch. “You’re lucky I didn’t accidentally kick you.” 

“Oh, please. You’d never,” you teased, plopping down beside him. “You’re too soft for that.” 

“Soft?” he repeated, looking offended. “I’ll show you soft—” He lunged forward, grabbing a pillow and whacking you with it. 

“Hey!” you protested, laughing as you tried to fend him off. “Violence isn’t the answer, Jake!” 

“It is when you’re the problem,” he shot back, though he was laughing now too. 

You managed to grab the pillow from him, holding it over your head in victory. “Admit it, though. You secretly liked it.” 

Jake scoffed, crossing his arms. “In what world would I like being slapped in the ass?” 

“This one,” you said confidently, smirking at him. “Don’t lie, Jake. I saw the way you blushed.” 

He groaned, burying his face in his hands. “You’re so goddamn annoying. Why do I even put up with you?” 

“Because you love me,” you replied with a cheeky grin, poking his side. “Admit it.” 

“Yeah, yeah,” he muttered, but the small smile on his face told you everything you needed to know. 

PARK SUNGHOON

Sunghoon was standing in front of the mirror, fixing his hair for the millionth time. He was so focused on his reflection that he didn’t notice you sneaking up behind him. Without warning, you slapped his ass, the loud smack echoing in the room. 

“What the fuck?” Sunghoon exclaimed, spinning around to glare at you. His cheeks flushed pink as he stared at you in disbelief. “Did you just—” 

“I sure did,” you said, grinning up at him. “Nice reaction time, by the way.” 

Sunghoon scowled, crossing his arms. “What the hell is wrong with you?” 

“Nothing,” you replied innocently. “I just thought you needed a little... appreciation.” 

“Appreciation for what?” he demanded, narrowing his eyes. 

“For being so pretty,” you said with a smirk. “You’re welcome.” 

He groaned, running a hand through his hair. “You’re unbelievable.” 

“And you’re blushing,” you shot back, pointing at his red cheeks. 

“I am not,” he said quickly, turning back to the mirror. “You’re just imagining things.” 

“Sure, Hoon,” you teased, stepping closer to poke his side. “Whatever helps you sleep at night.” 

He swatted your hand away, muttering something under his breath. “You’re so annoying.” 

“But you love me,” you said, grinning. 

“Debatable,” he replied, though the small smile tugging at his lips said otherwise. 

KIM SUNOO

Sunoo was lying on his bed, scrolling through his phone. You walked by, smirking as you saw the perfect opportunity. Without hesitation, you slapped his ass, earning a loud yelp from him. 

“Yah! What the hell?” Sunoo exclaimed, sitting up to glare at you. His cheeks were already turning red. 

“Sorry,” you said, not sounding sorry at all. “Couldn’t resist.” 

He narrowed his eyes at you, pointing accusingly. “You’re so dead.” 

“Oh, come on,” you teased, holding your hands up in mock surrender. “It’s not that big of a deal.” 

“Not that big of a deal?” he repeated, his voice rising an octave. “You just smacked my ass!” 

“And it was a good one,” you said with a grin. “Props to you, Sunoo.” 

He groaned, grabbing a pillow and throwing it at you. “You’re the worst.” 

“And yet, here we are,” you said, dodging the pillow. “Admit it, though. You secretly liked it.” 

“In your dreams,” he shot back, though the blush on his cheeks gave him away. 

YANG JUNGWON

Jungwon was tidying up the living room, humming to himself as he carefully folded a blanket. You watched him for a moment, a mischievous grin spreading across your face. The moment he turned slightly, you took your chance—your hand shot out, landing a loud smack on his ass. 

Jungwon yelped, nearly tripping over his own feet as he whipped around to glare at you. "What the hell was that?!" 

You shrugged, barely holding back laughter. "A well-executed ass slap, obviously." 

His jaw dropped as he stared at you in disbelief. "You—you can't just do that! What is wrong with you?" 

"Plenty of things," you admitted with a smirk. "But that’s not the point here." 

Jungwon groaned, covering his face with both hands for a second before pointing an accusing finger at you. "You’re the walking embodiment of ‘this is why we can’t have nice things’. Do you even think before you act?" 

"Nope," you answered proudly. "It’s called living in the moment, Wonie. You should try it." 

"Living in the moment doesn't mean violating my personal space!" he exclaimed, his ears burning bright red. "I should report you for this." 

"Report me?" you laughed. "To who? Enhypen HR? Oh wait, you’re the leader. What are you going to do, write me a sternly worded memo." 

"You know what, go ahead, report me," you taunted, smirking. "I'm dying to see who you think handles that kind of thing around here."

Jungwon huffed, crossing his arms. "I swear, you get away with way too much." 

You stepped closer, tilting your head. "You’re still blushing, by the way." 

His hands shot up to his cheeks immediately. "I AM NOT!" 

"Oh, you totally are," you teased. "Just admit you liked it, Wonie. I promise I won’t tell." 

Jungwon groaned loudly, dramatically throwing himself onto the couch. "I can’t deal with you. I actually can’t." 

You sat beside him, nudging his shoulder. "You love dealing with me." 

"No, I tolerate you," he muttered, shooting you a side-eye. "And barely." 

You grinned. "Yeah, yeah, keep telling yourself that." 

NISHIMURA RIKI

Ni-Ki was in the middle of dancing, testing out a new choreography in the practice room mirror. He was completely lost in the rhythm, his body moving fluidly, his focus locked on the routine. 

Which made it the perfect moment. 

You crept up behind him, watching as he executed a clean spin, and right as he landed—you swung. Your hand connected with his ass with a loud SMACK. 

Ni-Ki let out a scandalized squawk as he stumbled forward, nearly face-planting into the mirror. He caught himself just in time, spinning around to glare at you with wide eyes. "WHAT THE FUCK?!" 

You doubled over in laughter, clutching your stomach as you watched his reaction. "Oh my God, your face! I should’ve recorded that." 

"Your such a gremlin," Ni-Ki gritted out, running a hand down his face. "What is wrong with you?!" 

"Nothing," you wheezed between giggles. "Your ass was just asking for it." 

Ni-Ki groaned dramatically. "MY ASS WAS MINDING ITS OWN DAMN BUSINESS!" 

"It was too minding its own business," you teased. "I had to do something about it." 

He pointed at you accusingly. "You are literally out of control." 

"And yet, you keep me around," you shot back, smirking. "Which means you must like the chaos." 

Ni-Ki rolled his eyes, turning back to the mirror. "I don’t even know why I bother with you." 

You stepped up beside him, resting your chin on his shoulder. "Because you’d be bored without me." 

He sighed, shaking his head. "You are so lucky I tolerate your bullshit." 

"Love, Ni-Ki," you corrected with a grin. "You love my bullshit." 

He snorted, finally cracking a reluctant smile. "Yeah, yeah. Whatever helps you sleep at night." 

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Flustered II

Synopsis: Alternatively when you make Enhypen somewhat flustered.

W/C: 2.1k   Warnings: Fluff, Mild teasing, Flustered behaviour, Light-hearted flirting, Comfort and affection, Possibly slightly cheesy.  Pairing: bf!enhypen x gn!reader  Genre: Fluff, Romance  AU: Established Relationship 

Part 1

LEE HEESEUNG 

You were sitting on the studio couch as Heeseung wrapped up his practice session. His voice effortlessly hit the high notes, leaving you completely mesmerized. When he finished, he looked over at you, slightly out of breath but wearing that proud smile he always had after nailing a tough section.

“How was it?” he asked casually, grabbing a water bottle from the table.

You tilted your head at him, a playful glint in your eyes. “It was… perfect. As always.”

He let out a soft chuckle, shaking his head. “You don’t have to butter me up, you know. I’m just practicing.”

You sat up straighter, your expression growing mock-serious. “Heeseung, I’m not buttering you up. I’m being 100% serious. The way you sing—it’s like you were born for this. Honestly, I’m so impressed I’m questioning why I even deserve to sit here and listen.”

He choked on his water at your dramatic delivery, turning away to hide his flustered expression. “O-Okay, that’s a little too much. Tone it down!”

You grinned, leaning closer. “Tone it down? Absolutely not. I’m a big fan of yours, Lee Heeseung, and I will shout it from the rooftops if I have to.”

He groaned, running a hand over his face. “Stop, you’re making me embarrassed.”

“Aw, you’re blushing!” you teased, poking his cheek. “I knew you were soft behind all that stage confidence.”

“I’m not soft!” he protested, his voice cracking slightly, which only made him blush more.

“Sure, sure,” you said with a laugh. “But seriously, Heeseung, you’re incredible. And I think people don’t tell you that enough.”

For a moment, his teasing demeanor softened, and he looked at you with a shy smile. “Thanks,” he said quietly. “It means a lot coming from you.”

You poked his cheek again, grinning. “Adorable.”

“Stop calling me adorable!”

PARK JONGSEONG 

You were lounging on the couch with Jay, enjoying a lazy afternoon while he scrolled through his phone. Occasionally, he’d chuckle at something and show you, but for the most part, you just admired how effortlessly good-looking he was, even in his most casual outfit.

Out of nowhere, you blurted out, “You know, you’re really attractive.”

Jay froze mid-scroll, his thumb hovering above the screen. He turned to look at you, wide-eyed. “What?”

“You’re attractive,” you repeated, completely nonchalant. “Like, ridiculously so.”

Jay blinked rapidly, his ears turning red as he tried to figure out how to respond. “Oh… uh… thanks?”

You smirked, leaning closer. “You’re blushing.”

“I’m not!” he shot back, sitting up straighter.

“You totally are,” you teased, pointing at his reddening ears. “It’s cute, honestly. You always act so confident, but one little compliment and you’re all shy.”

He groaned, covering his face with his hands. “You can’t just say stuff like that out of nowhere! It’s not fair!”

“Why not?” you asked innocently. “It’s the truth. You’re stupidly handsome, and sometimes it’s distracting.”

Jay peeked at you from behind his fingers, his face still red. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”

“Maybe a little,” you admitted with a grin. “But admit it—you like hearing it from me.”

He sighed, shaking his head with a shy smile. “Okay, fine. Maybe I do. But don’t think I’ll let you get away with this again.”

“Sure, sure,” you replied, laughing. “Whatever you say, blushing boy.”

SIM JAEYUN 

Jake was sitting at his desk, typing furiously on his laptop. His brows furrowed in concentration, and his lips were pursed slightly. You couldn’t help but admire how cute he looked when he was so focused.

Feeling mischievous, you walked up behind him and gently wrapped your arms around his shoulders, resting your chin on his head.

“Hi,” you whispered softly.

Jake froze, his hands hovering over the keyboard. “Uh… hi?” he replied, his voice slightly shaky.

“You’ve been working so hard,” you murmured, leaning into him a bit more. “I thought you could use a hug.”

Jake let out a nervous laugh, his ears turning red. “Oh, uh… thanks? You didn’t have to, though.”

“But I wanted to,” you said simply. “You’re always so sweet to me, Jake. I wanted to return the favor.”

He fidgeted in his seat, trying to hide his obvious flustered state. “You’re really good at this, you know. Flustering me.”

You grinned, pressing a quick kiss to the top of his head. “Only you. You’re easy to fluster.”

Jake groaned, leaning back in his chair to look up at you. His cheeks were bright red, but he couldn’t hide his smile. “You’re gonna kill me with all this, you know that?”

“You’ll survive,” you teased, ruffling his hair. “You’re cute when you’re flustered.”

He let out a dramatic sigh, shaking his head. “You’re lucky I love you so much,” he muttered, though the fond look in his eyes betrayed him.

PARK SUNGHOON 

Sunghoon was scrolling through his phone as you sat across from him at the cafe. His cold brew sat untouched, the ice slowly melting as he furrowed his brow at something on his screen. 

You tilted your head, watching him with a small smile. “What are you looking at so intensely?”

“Skating videos,” he replied without looking up. 

You leaned forward, trying to peek at his phone. “Are you studying or just reminiscing about your glory days?” 

He shot you a playful glare, but there was a faint smile tugging at his lips. “First of all, they’re not ‘glory days.’ I’m still a legend, thank you very much.” 

“Oh, my bad,” you teased, leaning back in your chair. “The legendary Park Sunghoon. How could I forget?” 

He rolled his eyes, finally putting his phone down. “You’re impossible.” 

“But you like it,” you said with a grin. 

Sunghoon leaned forward, resting his chin on his hand as he gave you a smirk. “Maybe I do. What about it?” 

You blinked, caught off guard by his sudden boldness. “I—uh—well…” 

He chuckled, clearly enjoying your flustered state. “What happened to all that teasing? Cat got your tongue?” 

You narrowed your eyes at him, trying to regain your composure. “I was just surprised you actually admitted it. You’re usually so aloof.” 

He shrugged, sipping his cold brew. “Maybe I like seeing you flustered. It’s cute.” 

Now it was your turn to blush. “Touché.” 

KIM SUNOO 

Sunoo was rummaging through a pile of snacks on the coffee table, his face lighting up every time he found something he liked. You sat beside him, watching his childlike excitement with a fond smile. 

“Do you ever stop being adorable?” you asked suddenly. 

He paused, a bag of chips in hand, and turned to look at you with wide eyes. “What?” 

“You’re just so cute all the time,” you said, leaning your chin on your hand. “It’s unfair, really.” 

Sunoo’s cheeks turned pink as he tried to play it cool. “I mean… I can’t help it if I’m naturally charming.” 

You laughed, reaching over to poke his cheek. “There it is—the confidence. But seriously, Sunoo, you’re like a human ball of sunshine. It’s impossible not to smile around you.” 

He beamed at your words, his blush deepening. “Well, someone has to keep you smiling, right?” 

You grinned, leaning closer. “Mission accomplished. But what about me? Do I make you smile too?” 

Sunoo looked at you for a moment before breaking into a shy yet radiant smile. “All the time,” he admitted softly. 

Your heart skipped a beat at his sincerity, and you couldn’t help but ruffle his hair. “You’re too sweet for your own good, you know that?” 

“Maybe,” he said with a giggle. “But it’s worth it if it makes you happy.” 

YANG JUNGWON 

Jungwon was sitting next to you on the floor, going over some choreography videos. His expression was serious, brows furrowed as he replayed the same clip over and over, analysing every move with a laser focus. 

You, however, had long since zoned out. It wasn’t that the video wasn’t interesting; it was just that Jungwon himself was far more captivating. The way his lips pressed together in thought, the way his eyes narrowed slightly as he concentrated—it was hard not to admire him when he got like this. 

Without thinking, you reached out and brushed his hair back. It was such a casual, natural movement that it didn’t even register as anything out of the ordinary. 

But to Jungwon, it was a completely different story. 

He froze immediately, his whole body stiffening as his eyes widened in surprise. Slowly, he turned to look at you, his lips parting slightly as if to say something, but no words came out. 

“What?” you asked, confused by his reaction. “Your hair was in your face. I was just helping.” 

Jungwon blinked, and then his cheeks flushed a bright pink. “You... You can’t just do that,” he stammered, his voice uncharacteristically high. 

“Do what?” you asked, tilting your head. “Fix your hair? It’s not a big deal.” 

“Not a big deal?” he repeated, his voice cracking slightly. He cleared his throat and looked away, rubbing the back of his neck. “It’s just... you caught me off guard, that’s all.” 

A small smile tugged at your lips as you realized what was happening. “Jungwon,” you said teasingly, leaning closer, “are you flustered?” 

“What? No!” he said quickly, his voice defensive. He avoided your gaze, but the redness spreading to the tips of his ears betrayed him. 

“You totally are,” you teased, your grin growing. “It’s cute, though. You’re cute.” 

Jungwon groaned softly, covering his face with his hands. “Stop,” he mumbled, his voice muffled. “You’re going to make it worse.” 

“Make what worse? The fact that you’re blushing?” you teased, reaching out to gently nudge his shoulder. 

“I’m not blushing,” he insisted, though his voice lacked conviction. 

“You so are,” you shot back, laughing. “It’s okay, though. It makes you even more endearing.” 

Jungwon peeked at you from between his fingers, his eyes narrowing slightly in playful annoyance. “You’re enjoying this way too much,” he muttered. 

“I can’t help it,” you said with a shrug, your smile softening. “You’re really cute when you’re flustered, you know?” 

He let out a sigh, finally dropping his hands from his face. His cheeks were still pink, but he managed to muster a shy smile. “You drive me crazy,” he said quietly, shaking his head. 

“And yet, you still hang out with me,” you replied with a grin. 

Jungwon chuckled softly, the tension in his shoulders easing. “Yeah, well... I guess you’re worth it,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. 

His words made you freeze this time, and he smirked at your wide-eyed reaction. “Now who’s flustered?” 

NISHIMURA RIKI  

Ni-Ki was sprawled out on the couch, gripping the video game controller like his life depended on it. His eyes were glued to the screen, lips pressed into a focused line as his character dodged another attack. You sat next to him, your legs crossed and a bag of chips resting in your lap.

“You’re way too serious about this,” you teased, munching on a chip.

“You say that, but you wouldn’t last ten seconds in this game,” he retorted, his tone dripping with confidence.

“Oh, is that a challenge?” you quipped, setting the chips aside.

He chuckled, glancing at you out of the corner of his eye. “If you think you can handle the humiliation, sure.”

You smirked, grabbing the controller he tossed your way. “Watch and learn, Ni-Ki.”

The moment the game began, chaos ensued. Your character staggered around, hitting walls and completely missing the enemies. Ni-Ki didn’t even try to hold back his laughter, practically doubling over as you flailed.

“This is—this is so bad,” he wheezed, clutching his stomach. “I knew you’d be bad, but this?!”

“Okay, stop laughing before I throw this controller at you!” you huffed, cheeks burning from embarrassment.

“You couldn’t even aim that right,” he teased, wiping away a tear.

“Oh, that’s it,” you said, setting the controller down and turning to face him. He didn’t even notice the mischievous glint in your eyes as he kept laughing.

“Ni-ki,” you said sweetly, leaning closer.

“Yeah?” he asked, still smirking.

Without missing a beat, you rested your hand on his knee and leaned in until your faces were barely a breath apart. “You talk a big game, but you’re blushing harder than I am right now.”

His laughter stopped instantly. His smug grin faltered as his eyes widened. “W-What?”

You tilted your head, pretending to examine him. “Your ears are turning red, too. Cute.”

Ni-Ki blinked rapidly, scrambling to lean back against the couch as if it would put more distance between you two. “I—I’m not blushing! What are you even talking about?”

You laughed, leaning back and crossing your arms triumphantly. “Uh-huh. Sure. Totally not flustered, right?”

“I’m not!” he insisted, his voice an octave higher than usual. He covered his face with his hands, only making his obvious reaction worse.

“Riki,” you cooed, leaning toward him again. “Are you embarrassed because I got close? Or because I caught you staring at my lips earlier?”

His jaw dropped, and his blush spread all the way down his neck. “I wasn’t— I didn’t— You’re making that up!”

“Oh, really?” you teased, narrowing your eyes. “Then why can’t you even look at me right now?”

“I’m—ugh!” he groaned, burying his face in a pillow as you erupted into laughter.

“Admit it,” you said between giggles, poking his side. “I totally won this round.”

“Whatever,” he mumbled, his voice muffled by the pillow. “I’m never playing games with you again.”

“Don’t be mad,” you teased, leaning closer to ruffle his hair. “You’re cute when you’re flustered, you know?”

He peeked out from the pillow, his face still bright red. “Stop saying stuff like that!”

You smirked, your victory sweeter than any high score.

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Flustered

Synopsis: In which Enhypen leaves you flustered with their sweet gestures, playful teasing, and protective sides, making you feel loved and embarrassed all at once.

W/C: 2.3k Warnings: Light teasing, fluff, mild embarrassment, protective behaviours 

Pairing: bf!enhypen x gn!reader  Genre: Fluff, Romance  AU: Established Relationship 

LEE HEESEUNG

You’re curled up on the couch, scrolling through your phone with a blanket draped over your legs. Heeseung walks into the room, holding his guitar like it’s no big deal. He plops down beside you, the couch dipping slightly under his weight, and starts strumming lazily. 

You glance at him, raising an eyebrow. “Practicing again?” 

“Something like that,” he says with a smirk before breaking into a sweet melody. The song sounds oddly familiar, and then you realize—he’s improvising lyrics about you. They’re cheesy, talking about how your laugh is his favourite sound and how even your messy hair is perfect to him. 

“You’re not serious,” you say, raising an eyebrow as you glance at him. 

“About what?” Heeseung asks innocently, a teasing glint in his eyes. 

“About playing me a song right now,” you reply, crossing your arms. “You know I’m not falling for that cheesy stuff.” 

Heeseung only grins and leans in closer. “I’m not trying to be cheesy,” he says, strumming the guitar a little louder. “But I think you’re already falling for it.” 

You roll your eyes, but you can’t help but smile. “Please don’t make this any worse, Heeseung.” 

But before you know it, he starts singing again. The lyrics this time were about how you light up his world, how he’s so lucky to be with you, and how even your quirks are perfect to him.  

You groan, hiding your face behind your hands. “Heeseung, stop!” 

“Why? Am I making you blush?” he teases, leaning closer, still playing. His voice softens, and he gives you this look—part playful, part sincere—that makes your heart skip. “You’re really cute when you’re embarrassed, you know?” 

“Not cute! I’m dying of second-hand embarrassment,” you reply, but you can’t help but smile. Heeseung’s face lights up as he continues to sing, and for a moment, nothing else matters but his voice and the way he makes you feel like you’re the most important person in the world. 

PARK JONSEONG

You’re in the kitchen, huffing in frustration while trying to open a jar of pasta sauce. “Ugh, seriously?” you mutter to yourself, tugging at it harder. Just as you’re about to give up, you hear Jay’s voice behind you. 

“Need some help, babe?” he asks, his voice dripping with that familiar confidence. You turn to see him standing there, hands casually in his pockets.

“No, I got it,” you say quickly, not wanting to admit you’re struggling. You give the lid another twist. 

Jay just raises an eyebrow. “Yeah, it looks like you really got it,” he teases. “Let me just do it.” he says, already reaching for the jar. Before you can even answer, he takes it from your hands and pops the lid off like it’s nothing with a smirk on his face. “You can’t do everything yourself, you know.” 

You cross your arms, huffing in mock annoyance. “I could’ve gotten it! It’s just a jar!” 

“Sure you could,” he says, giving you a look that says he’s not buying it for a second. “But you didn’t. And now I’m the hero of the day.” 

“Show-off,” you mutter, but before you can grab the jar back, he steps closer. His chest brushes lightly against your shoulder as he leans down to whisper in your ear, “How would you survive without me, huh?” 

His voice is low, smooth, and so close that you freeze. The warmth of his breath on your skin sends a jolt straight to your stomach. You try to come up with a comeback, but all that comes out is a flustered laugh. 

Jay pulls back with a grin, clearly proud of himself. “You’re welcome,” he says casually, setting the jar down like nothing happened, leaving you to process your racing heart. 

“Ugh, whatever,” you mutter, trying to hide the smile tugging at your lips. “But I definitely don’t need a ‘hero.’” 

“Of course you do,” he replies, winking. “Every superhero has their sidekick.” 

SIM JAEYUN

 You’re standing in front of the mirror, frowning as you debate between two outfits. Jake sits on the edge of the bed, watching you with his head propped up on his hand. 

“Which one do you like better?” you ask, holding up both options. 

He doesn’t even look at the clothes. Instead, he says, “You.” 

You pause, blinking at him. “What?” 

He grins, standing up and walking over to you. “I mean, you could wear either of those—or nothing at all—and you’d still look amazing.” 

You roll your eyes, trying to hide how flustered you are. “That’s not helpful.” 

Jake laughs softly, wrapping his arms around you from behind and resting his chin on your shoulder. “I’m serious. You could wear a trash bag, and I’d still think you’re the most beautiful person in the room.” 

Your cheeks burn as you swat at him. “Stop it, Jake!” You laugh nervously, but Jake isn’t done.

“Actually, scratch that,” he says, his voice softer now. “You’d still outshine the sun even if you wore a potato sack.” 

Rolling your eyes, you try to step away, but Jake gently pulls you back, wrapping his arms loosely around your waist. He rests his forehead lightly against the side of your head, his voice dropping to a quiet murmur. “Why do you always get so shy when I tell you how amazing you are?” 

You let out a small laugh, shaking your head. “Because you’re so extra sometimes,” you mumble, but there’s a smile tugging at your lips. 

Jake chuckles, pressing a quick kiss to your temple. “Can’t help it,” he says with a grin you can feel more than see. “I mean, have you looked in the mirror lately? You make it way too easy for me to hype you up.” 

You glance at him, finally letting out a real laugh as the warmth of his words starts to sink in. “You’re ridiculous,” you tease, but your voice is soft, affectionate. 

“And you love it,” he quips, pulling back just enough to look at you properly. His expression shifts, becoming more tender as he brushes a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “For real, though,” he adds, his voice steady and sincere, “you’re beautiful” 

Your face warms, but this time, you don’t try to hide it. Instead, you lean into him, resting your head on his chest with a content sigh. 

He just laughs again, pressing a quick kiss to your temple. “You’re perfect without even trying.” 

PARK SUNGHOON

It’s a lazy Saturday morning, and you’re lounging around in an oversized hoodie, feeling cozy and not at all concerned about how you look. You’re still in your pajamas, hair a mess, and in your fuzzy socks on the couch when Sunghoon enters the room, looking as put-together as ever. 

He stops in his tracks when he sees you. “Wow. Are you trying to set a new record for the ‘cozy chic’ look?” 

You glance over at him and laugh, tugging the sleeves of your hoodie over your hands. “What do you mean?” 

“Well,” Sunghoon says, crossing his arms, “I mean, it’s kind of unfair. Even when you’re like this”—he gestures at your hoodie—“you’re still so cute it’s ridiculous.” 

You blink, completely caught off guard. “Excuse me?” 

He walks closer to you, his eyes playful. “I mean, you could wear literally anything, and I’d still think you’re cute, but you’re not even trying today.” 

“You’re ridiculous!” you exclaim, grabbing a sofa pillow and throwing it at him. 

But Sunghoon catches it effortlessly, his smirk only growing. “What? I’m just stating the obvious. You know you’re perfect, even when you don’t try.” 

He rests his arms on the armrest of the sofa and leans in as you give him a funny look. “What? Can’t handle a little truth?” 

You sigh dramatically. “You’re such a handful, you know that?” 

“I know,” Sunghoon says, leaning down to kiss the top of your head. “But you still love me, don’t you?” 

You bite your lip, trying not to smile. “Maybe.” 

KIM SUNOO

You’re walking through the park with Sunoo, holding hands and chatting about everything and nothing. The day is perfect—blue skies, a light breeze, and his hand warm in yours. 

Suddenly, he stops walking. “Hold on,” he says, looking down. 

You follow his gaze and realize your shoelace is untied. Before you can bend down to fix it, Sunoo crouches in front of you, taking your foot gently in his hands. 

“Sunoo, I can do it,” you protest, feeling your face heat up as people glance your way. 

“Shh, I’ve got it,” he says, tying the laces with a practiced ease and looks up at you with a cheeky smile. “You don’t want to trip, do you?”  

You roll your eyes. “I’m fine! I can tie my own shoes.” 

“Yeah, but I’m the one who always makes sure you don’t fall,” Sunoo teases, finishing the knot with a neat little bow and standing up. “Can’t have you getting hurt on my watch.” 

You’re about to thank him when he stands up and brushes off his pants. “You’re lucky I’m here to take care of you,” he teases, linking his arm with yours again. 

You try to act annoyed, but the affection in his voice makes it impossible not to feel warm inside. You shake your head, trying to ignore how flustered you feel. “You’re too much sometimes.” 

“And you love it,” he shoots back with a grin. 

YANG JUNGWON

It’s another quiet night, and you’re both on the couch, wrapped in your favourite blanket. The warm light from the lamps in the room casts a soft glow, and the sound of the movie playing in the background is just a distant hum compared to the peaceful silence between you two. You’ve been talking here and there, laughing about silly things, but now you’re both just enjoying each other’s presence. 

You notice your hands are getting colder, and you instinctively start rubbing them together to warm them up. At first, you don’t think much of it. But then, you feel Jungwon’s gaze on you. 

Without a word, he shifts closer to you, his arm around you tightening slightly, as if to pull you into him even more. You’re about to make some sarcastic comment, but before you can, Jungwon takes your hand gently, his fingers warming up your cold ones. 

“You’re freezing,” he says quietly, his voice laced with concern, as if he can’t stand seeing you uncomfortable. 

You chuckle softly, trying to brush it off. “I’m fine. It’s just a little cold. It’ll pass.” 

Jungwon’s brow furrows slightly, but he doesn’t let go of your hand. He’s staring at your fingers, noticing how icy they are, and his dimple pops out as his lips curl into a small frown. “You really are freezing,” he murmurs, rubbing his thumb over the back of your hand slowly, trying to transfer his warmth to you. 

You feel your heart flutter at the tenderness of his touch. It’s so simple, yet it feels so intimate. You look up at him, not expecting the softness in his eyes. 

“Jungwon, you really don’t have to do that,” you say, your voice almost a whisper, suddenly feeling more vulnerable than you thought you would. 

But he just shakes his head, his expression softening as he looks at you. “I want to.” His voice is low, genuine, and you can tell he’s not saying it just to reassure you. He means it. 

Before you can argue, Jungwon scoots even closer, taking both your hands in his. He brings them to his lips, gently kissing the tops of your fingers, sending a wave of warmth through your body that has nothing to do with the temperature. 

“You’re not used to people taking care of you, huh?” he says with a small smile, but there’s a hint of curiosity in his voice, almost as if he’s trying to understand you better. 

You look down, feeling a little embarrassed but also touched by how attentive he’s being. “I guess not. But it’s not like I need it all the time,” you murmur, trying to play it cool. 

Jungwon just smiles, this time with a hint of mischief in his eyes. “It’s not about needing it. I just want you to feel comfortable. And I’m always going to make sure you’re okay, even if you don’t ask.” 

Your heart skips a beat, and for a moment, you can’t find words. His kindness always catches you off guard, especially when it’s so genuine and effortless. He’s not doing this for any reason other than that he cares. 

You shift, leaning into him a little more, suddenly feeling the weight of his affection, making everything seem so much more real. “You’re going to spoil me, you know that?” 

Jungwon chuckles, his hands still holding yours. “Maybe. But I like doing it. You’re worth it.” 

NISHIMURA RIKI

You’re walking through a crowded mall, shopping with Ni-ki. The place is packed, and as you’re navigating through the crowd, someone accidentally bumps into you. You stumble slightly, but before you can even react, Ni-ki is already there, stepping in front of you like a shield. 

“Are you okay?” he asks immediately, his eyes scanning you for any sign of discomfort. 

You quickly nod, trying to downplay it. “I’m fine, don’t worry.” 

But Ni-ki’s eyes narrow, clearly not convinced. “Stay close to me,” he says firmly, his hand gently slipping around your waist to pull you toward him as he expertly manoeuvres through the crowd, guiding you with ease. 

You look up at him, a little startled by how serious he seems. “Ni-ki, you don’t need to protect me from everything,” you say, trying to brush it off. 

But he just shrugs, still holding you close. “I’m your boyfriend, it’s my duty, I just want to make sure nothing happens to you.” His tone is calm, but the protective edge in his voice is obvious, and there’s no way you can argue with that. 

You roll your eyes, but there’s no denying how sweet he’s being. “You’re such a mom sometimes,” you tease, trying to lighten the mood. 

Ni-ki smirks, his protective hold never loosening. “Well, I’m a good one, aren’t I?” 

“You’re impossible,” you say, though your heart skips a beat at how endearing he’s being. 

“I know,” he says with a wink, squeezing you closer. “But you’ll thank me later when nothing happens to you.” 

You can’t help but smile. “Fine, fine. But only because you’re cute.” 

Ni-ki’s grin widens as he leads you through the crowd, making sure to keep you close, and for the rest of the day, it’s clear he’s not about to let anything happen to you. 

“Stay close, okay?” he says softly, a little more quietly this time, and it’s in that moment you realize just how much he cares. 

You smile, leaning into him a little more as you walk side by side. “Yeah, okay. I’ll stay close.” 

[woniescheeks]

Now the question is, will Heeseung be red after the party or will he be normal🍻

HAZY HAZY HAZY

A tear ran down my leg 🧍🏻‍♀️ how can they make something as simple as drinking look so hot

have not had one peaceful day in enhaville, who can with these two looking like THAT😫😫😫😫

jfc omg

[woniescheeks]

LADIES AND GENTLEMEN I PRESENT YOU THE YANG JUNGWON. THIS MAN HAS ME ON MY KNEES OMD. HOW DOES HE LOOK GOOD IN EVERY SINGLE COLOUR. I LOVE MY LIFE. OMFG. HE’S SO FUCKING HANDSOME!!! HE LOOKS SO MAJESTIC. HE KNOWS WHAT HE’S FUCKING DOING. LIKE HOW CAN SOMEONE LOOK THIS FUCKING GOOD. IM ACTUALLY GOING TO COMBUST. LIKE HOLD ONNNNN. THIS MAN HAS ME ON CHOKEHOLD. SOMEONE NEEDS TO WRITE ABOUT BLONDE JUNGWON RN.

[woniescheeks]

The Book That Knows | l.hs

Synopsis: A day where reality and fiction collide, a seemingly normal day for you spirals into terror when you discover a mysterious book in your home. The book eerily mirrors your life, with each page recounting events happening in real time.

Genre: Ghostface!Heeseung, Psychological Horror, Thriller, Supernatural Fiction, Suspense

W/C: 3.9k

Warnings: Violence, Psychological Horror, Supernatural Elements, Manipulation, Implied Threat of Death, Betrayal, Cursing

A/N: Sorry it took me a long time to post something new. University has been stressing me out and i just never had time to just sit down and write. Don't be afraid to send me requests, I'll make sure to try and answer all of them. And i will try to post often. I hope you enjoy!

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It was a dreary Sunday afternoon when you first heard about Ghost Face on the news. You weren't paying much attention at first, mindlessly flipping channels as the rain poured against your window. But something about the chilling report on the television caught your ear, making you pause. 

The anchor’s voice, calm but laced with tension, described a recent string of brutal murders happening in a nearby town. The killer —known only by the alias "Ghost Face"— had yet to be caught. The mask they wore, white with hollow eyes and a twisted, grinning mouth, had become infamous. What made it all the more terrifying was how they blended into the victims' lives, often posing as a friend, a neighbor, someone familiar — until it was too late. 

You shivered, reaching for the remote to turn off the TV, trying to shake off the eerie feeling creeping up your spine. It was just a story, after all, a terrible tragedy happening somewhere else to someone else. You were safe, tucked away in your cozy home, far from the horrors playing out on the screen. 

You had found an old, tattered novel at a second-hand shop the day before — a horror story with a faded cover, its title barely legible: “The Silent Watcher”. 

 Something about it had drawn you in, though you couldn’t quite place why. The pages smelled of old paper and mystery, and you had a hunch it was the type of book that would get under your skin. 

You settled into your favorite chair, the rain tapping softly against the windows, and began to read. 

The story started off simple enough: a small town, an outsider moving into a creaky, old house, and a series of strange occurrences. The protagonist, a person with no name yet, began to notice odd things happening around them—a door that wouldn’t stay shut, a strange knocking at night, the sensation of being watched. 

As you turned the pages, the descriptions of the protagonist’s life became unsettlingly familiar. They lived alone, much like you. Their house had the same creaking floorboards, the same slightly peeling wallpaper, the same view of the park across the street. You told yourself it was just a coincidence. Old houses often shared these traits, and plenty of horror novels leaned into these types of clichés. 

But as you continued, the details grew more specific. The way the house’s front door stuck if you didn’t pull it hard enough. The exact placement of the furniture in the living room. The faint stain on the ceiling in the kitchen that no amount of scrubbing could remove. Every description matched your own home. 

You put the book down, your heart starting to race. The rain outside had picked up, and the house was filled with that eerie quiet that comes after dusk. You stood up, walking to the window, peering out at the empty street. The park, with its benches and swings swaying in the wind, looked peaceful enough, but you couldn’t shake the creeping feeling crawling up your spine. 

Shaking off the unease, you sat back down and opened the book again. Maybe it was just a trick your mind was playing on you. Maybe you were getting too absorbed in the story. You continued reading, your fingers trembling slightly as you turned the page. 

The protagonist was now feeling watched, just like you had when you first noticed the strange coincidences. They began to hear footsteps at night, soft taps in the hallway that made their pulse quicken. You could feel your own breath quicken as you read, the words pulling you deeper into the mystery. 

Then came the part that made your blood run cold. 

The protagonist, unnamed until now, was given a name—a name that was yours. 

You stared at the page, blinking, convinced you were seeing things. The name was printed clearly. Your name. It couldn’t be. Your mind whirled, trying to rationalize. Maybe it was some bizarre fluke, or maybe your mind was playing tricks on you, inserting your own name into the story because of how eerily familiar it had become. 

You flipped back a few pages, scanning for when the name first appeared, but it wasn’t there. Your name hadn’t been mentioned earlier in the book. Yet now, it was all over the page, as if it had always been there. 

Heart pounding, you turned to the next chapter. The protagonist—you—was walking through their home, checking the doors, locking the windows, making sure everything was secure. As they—you—moved through the house, the words began to describe something new. Something you hadn’t done yet. 

You froze. 

The book was describing your exact movements, as though it was watching you. " You glance at the clock. It’s 7:14. You place the book down on the side table and stand up, walking to the kitchen to make sure the back door is locked."

Your eyes darted to the clock. It was 7:14. 

The book was reading you. Your movements, your thoughts, every detail of your life was being played out in the story, one sentence ahead of your actions. 

Suddenly, you felt like you weren’t alone. The air in the room seemed to grow heavier, thicker, like something was watching, waiting. You stood up, the book slipping from your hands, and glanced toward the hallway. The faint tapping, the sound of footsteps, echoed from the dark. 

You turned to the book, still lying open on the chair. You didn’t want to, but you had to know. With trembling hands, you picked it back up. 

"You walk slowly to the hallway, your heart racing. You know there’s something there. You know that, just beyond the corner, it waits for you."

The tapping grew louder. A steady rhythm, like fingers drumming against the wall. 

"Your breath quickens as you step closer. You don’t want to look, but you can’t stop yourself. You turn the corner, and there it is. The watcher. It has been waiting for you all along."

You took a step forward, the hallway looming before you, every nerve in your body screaming at you to stop. But you couldn’t. The book was in your hands, and you had to know how it ended. 

"The watcher is not human. It never was. Its eyes are fixed on you, unblinking, never leaving, always waiting. And now, you are part of its story. Forever."

You stopped at the edge of the hallway, unable to move. The footsteps had stopped. The house was deathly silent. 

Slowly, you closed the book, but you knew it wasn’t over. 

You stood frozen at the edge of the hallway, the eerie silence wrapping around you like a suffocating blanket. The book, now tightly gripped in your trembling hands, felt heavier than before, like it was something alive—breathing, watching, waiting. The words haunted you, the image of the watcher lurking just beyond the corner. But there was something else now, a new presence that made your skin prickle with a strange mix of fear and anticipation. 

A soft knock echoed through the house. Your heart skipped a beat.  

Someone was at the door. 

For a split second, you wondered if you should even answer it. Every instinct screamed that something was wrong. But the knocking came again, more insistent this time, pulling you out of your paralysis. 

You moved toward the door, the sound of your footsteps unnervingly loud in the stillness. When you finally reached it, you hesitated for a moment, your hand hovering over the handle. The knock came again, this time more insistent, followed by a familiar voice. 

"Hey, it’s me, Heeseung. You there?" 

Relief washed over you. Heeseung was your next-door neighbor, and more than that, your best friend. He was the first one who introduced himself to you once you moved here. He kept you company and helped you out when things got tough. He was the first one that felt like home. If anyone could calm you down from this bizarre, twisted night, it was him. You hurriedly reached the door knob, almost too eagerly, and opened it. 

 Heeseung stood there with his trademark grin, a hoodie pulled over his head and a baseball cap barely concealing his messy black hair that stuck to his forehead. He looked like he had just come from the rain, drops glistening on his clothes. His warm brown eyes scanned your face with an intensity you couldn’t place. For a moment, the world outside seemed to fade into a blur of rain and shadows. It was like the space around him didn’t quite exist, only he did—sharp and real, with an energy that made your pulse quicken.  

“Hey,” he said, his voice steady, almost too calm for the moment. “I saw your light was still on and thought I’d check in. You okay?” 

You blinked, unsure of what to say. The words felt heavy on your tongue. "What.... What are you doing here?" 

The man smiled softly, though there was something about it that made your heart race, a mix of warmth and something else —something unreadable. “I’m your best friend dumbass, your neighbour too,” he said simply. “But you seemed like you needed someone right now.” Something about his presence put you slightly at ease, as though he was meant to be there. Like he'd always been there. 

But your mind snapped back to the book, the horror of what you’d just read, and the watcher that had been described waiting in the shadows. Could this be another coincidence? Or was he something more—something tied to the terrifying mystery unfolding around you? 

"Hey," he said, stepping in without waiting for an invitation, "you okay? You look like you've seen a ghost." He wiped the water from his face, his eyes scanning the room like he was searching for something. For a moment, he glanced at the book on the table, its pages slightly open, but he didn’t mention it. Instead, he leaned against the wall, his posture relaxed but his gaze sharp. 

You almost laughed at how close to the truth that was. "Yeah, I just—" You hesitated, glancing back at the book sitting on the armchair. "I was reading this creepy book, and it’s messing with my head. It… feels too real, Heeseung." 

He raised an eyebrow, peeking over your shoulder at the book. "What do you mean, 'too real?'" 

You sighed, trying to calm your nerves. "It’s like the book knows what I’m doing. It started describing my house, my movements, even my thoughts. And now I feel like something’s watching me." 

Heeseung chuckled softly, though his smile didn’t quite reach his eyes. "Come on, it’s just a book. You’re letting it get to you." Heeseung tilted his head, giving you that playful, reassuring smile that had always made you feel better. 

Heeseung was right—this had to be your mind playing tricks on you. 

As you looked at him, it seemed as if he wanted to say something but was hesitant. You were about to ask him about it but he then spoke after a moment, his voice soft but firm, “But truthfully, I’ve noticed things too. Weird things. I thought maybe... you’d want to talk about it.” 

The hairs on the back of your neck stood up. He had noticed things? Things like what? 

“What do you mean?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.  

Heeseung’s expression darkened slightly, his brows furrowing. “I don’t know how to explain it, but I think you’re being watched. I’ve seen someone—or something—lurking near your house at night. It’s hard to explain, but... it doesn’t feel right.” 

Your pulse quickened, fear curling tightly in your chest. Was it the watcher? The same figure described in the book? How could Heeseung know about this? How could he have seen it when you only just read it? 

As if sensing your rising panic, Heeseung stepped closer, his voice gentler. “Listen, I know how crazy this sounds, but I’m not lying. I’ve seen it. And I don’t think it’s just a person. I think it’s something worse.” 

The book’s words flashed in your mind: "The watcher is not human. It never was."

Your throat went dry. “How do you know?” you managed to ask. 

Heeseung hesitated for a moment, his eyes searching yours. “Because... I’ve been through this before. A long time ago, in another town, another place. It started just like this. The feeling of being watched. The strange occurrences. The book...” 

Your heart stopped. The book. 

Heeseung followed your gaze to the novel sitting on the table. His face paled slightly. “You’ve been reading it, haven’t you?” 

You nodded slowly. “It’s... about me. It knows everything. Every detail of my life, every move I make. It’s like it’s writing my story as I live it.” 

Heeseung ran a hand through his wet hair, his face grim. “It’s not just writing your story,” he said, his voice low. “It’s controlling it.” 

You stared at him, a sinking feeling gnawing at your stomach. “What do you mean?” 

Heeseung took a deep breath, his eyes darkening with the weight of what he was about to say. “Once you start reading it, it doesn’t stop. The book—"The Silent Watcher"—it latches onto you, like a parasite. It watches, it waits, and then it pulls you in. You become a character in its pages, trapped in the story it writes. The watcher... it’s part of the book, part of the story, and it’s after you.” 

Your mind reeled. The watcher, the book, Heeseung—everything was connected. But how? Why? 

“How do we stop it?” you whispered, dread settling deep in your bones. 

Heeseung looked at you, his eyes filled with both fear and determination. “I don’t know if we can stop it,” he admitted. “But there might be a way to survive. We need to finish the book. And whatever happens, we need to make sure it doesn’t write the ending.” 

The air around you seemed to grow colder, the walls of your house closing in as the weight of his words sank in. The watcher was out there, lurking, waiting. And the only way to escape was to face the story head-on. 

With Heeseung by your side, you knew there was no turning back. 

The book still lay open on the table, waiting for you to turn the next page. 

Together, you took a deep breath and plunged back into the story, knowing that whatever came next, you were no longer alone in this nightmare. 

The rain had slowed to a soft patter against the windows, but inside the house, the tension remained thick. You glanced at Heeseung, whose calm demeanor seemed to waver for a moment as he stared at the book on the table. His earlier words echoed in your mind—"The book is controlling your story. The watcher is part of it." 

But something about him wasn’t sitting right. 

You shook your head, trying to focus. This wasn’t the time for doubt. You had just discovered that your life, your every move, was being dictated by the book. You were living out its plot, a puppet in someone else’s hands, and now Heeseung was telling you that the watcher wasn’t just some figment of your imagination. It was real. But how did he know so much? How was he so familiar with the horrors unfolding around you? 

Heeseung shifted beside you, his eyes scanning the room as if he were looking for something—or someone. 

"Do you hear that?" he asked quietly, stepping closer to you. His voice was soft, but the way his eyes stayed fixed on the book sent a shiver down your spine. 

You strained your ears. The house was silent, save for the ticking of the clock and the faint dripping of rain outside. "No… What are you—" 

He cut you off, grabbing your wrist gently but firmly. "It's closer than you think. We need to be careful." 

Before you could respond, something clicked in your mind—something off about him. There was a confidence in his movements that seemed too practiced, too precise. The way he watched the shadows, as if he was waiting for something, felt more deliberate than concerned. And then there was his sudden arrival. Why had he shown up tonight, of all nights? How had he known to come? 

As Heeseung stepped away from you, pacing the room like he was calculating something, you caught sight of the reflection in the window. For just a split second, you saw it. The faintest hint of something dark, something familiar—the outline of a mask. It was familiar to the one you saw on the television just moments before. It was gone as quickly as it appeared, but your heart lurched in your chest. 

You blinked hard, trying to push the thought away. It couldn't be true. Heeseung was helping you, he was your best friend. He seemed as terrified as you were, didn’t he? 

But as he turned back to face you, his eyes meeting yours, something in his gaze had shifted. There was a glint, a spark of something cold, something calculated. You had seen that look before. Not in Heeseung, but in the very stories you had read—where the killer wore a friendly face, a mask hiding the truth underneath. 

Your pulse quickened, the room suddenly feeling too small. "Heeseung," you said slowly, your voice barely above a whisper, "why are you really here?" 

Heeseung stopped, his expression unreadable. The silence stretched between you for what felt like an eternity. Then, he let out a low chuckle, his eyes narrowing slightly. “I told you—I’ve been through this before. I’ve seen it happen. I’m trying to help you.” 

But there was something wrong with the way he said it. The way his voice dropped, too smooth, too casual, as if he was reading from a script. And then, without warning, he stepped closer, his smile lingering just a little too long. 

You took a step back, your breath catching in your throat. "Help me?" The question came out shaky, your nerves fraying. "Or are you just watching? Like the book says." 

His eyes darkened, and for the first time, you saw it—an unsettling amusement lurking just beneath the surface. "It’s funny," he said, his voice soft, "how easy it is to blend in, to be the hero in someone’s story when really…" He trailed off, a twisted grin tugging at the corner of his lips. 

Your heart raced as the truth began to dawn on you. Heeseung wasn’t here to help. He was here because he was part of the story. He wasn’t just a bystander or some random figure from the neighborhood. He was the watcher. 

Heeseung leaned in closer, his breath warm against your skin, and whispered, "You should’ve been more careful. You never know who’s behind the mask." 

The room spun as the pieces clicked into place. Heeseung—he was the one watching, controlling the story from the shadows. He had lured you into this twisted narrative, guiding your every move, setting the stage for his own sick game. 

And now, you were trapped with him, the very person you thought was your ally. 

Fear gripped you, cold and unforgiving, as Heeseung’s hand drifted toward the edge of his jacket. Slowly, deliberately, he reached inside and pulled out the unmistakable white mask, the one you had seen in countless horror movies and nightmares. The very one you saw on TV. 

Ghost Face. 

He held it in his hand, turning it slowly, watching your reaction with a sick kind of satisfaction. “You really thought you could just read the book and escape?” he murmured, his voice dripping with amusement. “This story was never about escaping. It’s about survival.” 

Your legs felt like they would give out beneath you, but you forced yourself to stand your ground. The book had warned you, laid out the plot, but now you realized—you were never meant to win. 

Heeseung stepped closer, the mask now in place over his face, his voice deep and distorted as he spoke through the iconic grin. “But don’t worry. I’ll make sure your ending is… memorable.” 

Panic surged through you, and before he could move, you bolted toward the hallway, your heart pounding in your ears. Behind you, you heard the low chuckle of Ghost Face, his footsteps slow and deliberate as he followed.  

You stumbled through the hallway, your breath coming in ragged gasps, trying to make sense of the nightmare you were trapped in. The sound of Heeseung’s slow, deliberate footsteps echoed behind you, growing louder with each passing second. He wasn’t rushing—he didn’t need to. He had the upper hand, and he knew it. 

How did it come to this? Your mind raced as you fought to keep yourself from spiraling into panic. Just hours ago, he was your friend—your ally in this strange, terrifying situation. But now, the realization that he had been the orchestrator of everything, the puppet master behind the mask, hit you like a punch to the gut. 

You skidded into the kitchen, eyes scanning wildly for something—anything—to defend yourself. The drawers. You lunged for them, pulling one open and rifling through its contents. A flash of metal caught your eye, and you grabbed a kitchen knife, gripping it tightly in your trembling hands. 

A soft, mocking laugh drifted from the hallway. “What’s the plan now?” Heeseung’s voice was calm, almost playful, as he spoke through the Ghost Face mask. “You think you’re going to fight me? You’re in my story.” 

His footsteps were getting closer. 

You backed up, heart pounding in your chest, gripping the knife so tightly that your knuckles turned white. “I’m not just going to stand here and let you kill me,” you spat, your voice shaking but defiant. 

Heeseung’s figure emerged from the shadows of the hallway, the Ghost Face mask a chilling, distorted smile in the dim light. His head tilted slightly, as if amused by your bravery. “That’s what I like about you,” he said, his voice dripping with a twisted kind of admiration. “Always a fighter. But that’s what makes this fun, isn’t it?” 

Heeseung raised a gloved hand, revealing the long, sharp blade of the knife that had been hidden beneath his coat. The sight of it sent a jolt of terror through you. You took a step back, keeping the kitchen table between the two of you, trying to buy time, trying to think of a way out. 

“This isn’t a movie, Heeseung,” you said, voice trembling. “This is real life. You’re not going to get away with this.” 

Heeseung chuckled, the sound dark and menacing. “But that’s where you’re wrong,” he said, twirling the knife in his hand like it was an extension of himself. “This is a story. And you’re still playing your part. You always have been.” 

Your back hit the counter, and you realized you were running out of space. Heeseung was toying with you, taking his time, savoring every moment of your fear. 

The book’s final pages flashed through your mind as you were trapped, the chilling truth seeping into your bones. You weren’t just a character in the story anymore. 

You were its prey. 

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[woniescheeks]

Only If You Say Yes | y.jw

Genre: Angst, Romance, Supernatural

W/C: 2.2k

Warnings: Implied Past Trauma, Death, Reincarnation, Emotional Distress, Supernatural Elements

Featuring: Sung Hanbin, Ricky and Kim Gyuvin of ZEROBASEONE

A/N: This is my first time writing something like this. Lmk if I should do more like this. Don’t be afraid to send me some requests, I’ll make sure to try and answer all of them (I’m kinda running out of ideas).

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The sun beats down on your face, causing a warm flush. You giggle, burying your face in the sleeve of your boyfriend, Gyuvin’s, sweater. “It’s too hot,” you whine, feeling the beads of sweat forming on your forehead.

Gyuvin chuckles softly, “You know I can’t help it. This is the only time of the year the sun really decides to come out.”

It’s a typical Saturday afternoon at the park. The air is filled with the sounds of children laughing, dogs barking, and the occasional bird song. You’re walking along the paved path, hand in hand with your boyfriend. Accompanying you two was your and Gyuvin’s best friends; Ricky and Hanbin .

“Let’s go get some ice cream!” Ricky announces, breaking away from Hanbin’s side and bounding towards the ice cream stand. “I’ll pay, come on!”

“You should let us pay for once,” Hanbin teases, following after him.

Gyuvin squeezes your hand, and you feel a pleasant warmth in your chest. “I’ll get you a cone, my love,” he says with a loving grin, dipping his head down to kiss your cheek.

“You’re the best,” you whisper, watching the two boys disappear towards the ice cream stand. “Even though those two are straight, they sometimes act like they’re dating,” you say. Then, you look up at Gyuvin, your smile widening. “You know, I wouldn’t mind a little bit of PDA myself.”

Gyuvin throws his head back and laughs, “Okay, okay, settle down. I’m right here.” He pulls you closer, leaning down to kiss you. You melt into his embrace, feeling a surge of contentment. You are happy, surrounded by friends and loved by a wonderful man. There is nothing more you could ask for.

But as the kiss deepens, a strange feeling washes over you. A feeling of déjà vu, like you have been in this very moment before. The taste of the ice cream, the scent of the flowers in the park, the warmth of Gyuvin’s hand in yours … it all feels ... familiar. You push the feeling away, attributing it to simple nostalgia. After all, you have been coming to this park since you were a child.

Later, as you wander through the park, you spot a group of boys huddled around a picnic blanket. One of them stands out. His laughter rings out like a bell. Tall, dark hair that falls over his forehead, with soft features and a charming smile that seems to light up his whole face. There is something about him that feels … magnetic.

You are drawn to him, almost against your will. You find yourself staring, your heart pounding a little faster.

He catches your eye, and for a fleeting moment, your gazes lock. A strange sense of familiarity washes over you, and you feel a jolt of electricity course through your body. His eyes hold a depth of sadness and curiosity that seems to mirror your own unnameable ache.

Then, as quickly as it started, the moment passes. A wave of dizziness sweeps over you, and you feel a sharp pang of pain in your chest. You stumble back a little, clutching your chest, a strangled gasp escaping your lips.

“Hey, are you okay?” Gyuvin’s voice is laced with concern. He holds you tightly, his face etched with worry.

You shake your head, struggling to catch your breath. “I … I don’t know,” you stammer, feeling a wave of confusion wash over you. “I just … I feel so strange.”

“Maybe you should sit down,” Hanbin suggests, his voice soft and gentle.

You slump onto a nearby bench, your limbs feeling heavy and weak. The dizziness subsides, but the strange sense of familiarity lingers. It is like a dream you can’t quite grasp, a memory just out of reach.

You focus on Gyuvin’s voice, his warm touch, the familiar comfort of your friends. It grounds you, pulls you back to the present. The strange feeling fades, replaced by a sense of unease that you can’t explain.

The rest of the afternoon passes in a blur. You feel a constant tug of unease, a faint echo of a forgotten dream that refuses to leave you. The feeling stays with you long after you say goodnight to Gyuvin and drift off to sleep.

The next morning, you wake up with a throbbing headache and a strange feeling of disorientation. You can’t shake the nagging sense of something missing, something crucial that you can’t quite grasp.

The feeling stays with you throughout the day, like a shadow lurking at the edge of your consciousness. It intensifies as the sun begins to set, casting long shadows across your room.

You close your eyes, trying to focus on the familiar, the comforting rhythm of your heartbeat, the gentle rise and fall of your chest. But it is useless. The strange feeling only intensifies, swirling around you like a dizzying mist.

Suddenly, a wave of images floods your mind. A playground, filled with the laughter of children. You were wearing a high school uniform. There was someone else with you. A boy with sparkling eyes and a dimple in his cheek and the same high school uniform, his hand in yours, swinging you higher and higher. A promise ring, shining silver on both of your fingers, a symbol of your unwavering love.

The images fade as quickly as they come, replaced by a sharp pain in your chest, a searing emptiness that seems to consume you. You gasp, tears welling up in your eyes, the echo of a forgotten sorrow echoing in your soul.

You try to hold onto the images, to grasp the feeling of his hand in yours, the warmth of his love, but they slip through your fingers like grains of sand. You are left with only a nagging ache, a hollowness that seems to be etched into your very being.

When you finally open your eyes, you find yourself sitting on the edge of your bed, your body trembling. You feel exhausted, drained, as if you had been running a marathon in your sleep.

“What happened?” you whisper, your voice hoarse. You can’t explain the strange feeling, the sense of loss that has gripped you, the fragments of a forgotten memory that haunt your thoughts.

You try to push it away, to focus on the present, the familiar routines of your life. But the feeling lingers, a persistent ache that threatens to consume you.

Days turn into weeks, and the strange feeling never went away. It is a constant companion, a nagging reminder of something lost, something you desperately want to remember.

One day, while walking through the park with Gyuvin, you stumble again. You feel a wave of dizziness, the same pang of pain in your chest, and a rush of images that both captivate and frighten you.

You see a car, sleek and black, hurtling towards a bend. You feel the terror, the impact, the searing pain. Then, an endless darkness, a profound stillness.

It is like a movie playing in your head, but you know it is more than that. It feels like a memory, a memory both vivid and terrifying.

You gasp, clutching at your chest, your eyes wide with fear, the memories swirling around you like a whirlwind. You can’t breathe, can’t speak, can’t even think.

Gyuvin’s worried voice breaks through the fog, “Are you okay? What is it?”

But you can’t answer. You can only stare at the ground, the images replaying in your mind, the fear, the pain, the emptiness.

“Are you okay?” Gyuvin’s repeated, his voice desperate and concerned, reaches you through the haze. He holds you tightly, a comforting presence in the midst of the storm that rages within you.

Gradually, the images fade, replaced by a profound sense of exhaustion and sadness. Gyuvin keeps you close, his warmth a soothing balm to the raw emotions that pulse within you.

“It’s okay,” he murmurs softly, “You’re okay now.”

“I don’t know what’s happening, but I feel … lost,” you whisper, your voice trembling. “I feel like I’m forgetting something important.”

“It’s just stress,” Gyuvin says reassuringly, stroking your hair. He knows you are struggling, knows the darkness that has gripped you in the past, but he has no idea the full extent of the torment you face.

You cling to Gyuvin’s warmth, seeking solace in his embrace. The memories, the pain, the emptiness, everything is too much to comprehend. But you can't shake the feeling that something is missing, that there is a piece of the puzzle that you can't quite grasp.

Later, as you lay in bed, the images come back, clearer than ever. The playground, the boy with the dimple, the promise ring, the car, the crash, the darkness. And then, a face, a face you know, a face that feels like a part of you, a face you yearn to remember.

The boy’s face fills your vision, his eyes mirroring your own, a familiar warmth radiating from him. You feel a surge of longing, an ache that seems to travel through your veins.

His voice, soft and gentle, fills your ears. “Only if you say yes,” he whispers, his eyes holding a depth of love that you have tasted before, a love that feels so familiar.

Then, as quickly as it starts, the vision vanishes. You are left with a hollow ache in your heart, a longing so deep that it feels like a physical pain.

Who is he? What does he mean?

You don’t know the answers, but you know one thing for certain. You need to remember, to grasp the fragments of a forgotten memory, to find the boy with the promise ring, the boy who whispered, “Only if you say yes.”

The rest of the night is a blur of dreams, nightmares, and the persistent ache in your heart. As the sun rises, you feel a new sense of urgency, a determination to unlock the secrets of your past, to find the boy who has become a part of you, a boy who has stolen your heart, a boy who has promised to love you forever.

But as you step out of your apartment, into the bright sunshine, the feeling of déjà vu that has haunted you for weeks is gone. Your memories of the park, the boy with the dimple, the car crash, all of it, is gone.

What is real? What is a dream? You don't know. You only know that you feel lost, alone, and desperately searching for something you can't remember.

Later that day, you wander through the park, the familiar path leading you to the ice cream stand. You buy a cone, the sweet taste bringing a fleeting smile to your lips.

As you sit on the bench, enjoying the cool treat, you see him once again.

He is walking with a group of friends, laughing, his smile bright and carefree. He has the same soft features, the same dimple in his cheek, the same gentle eyes that have haunted your dreams. His laughter is the same, the familiar sound of joyous camaraderie that you have heard every night. But it is the way he looks, the way his eyes crinkle at the corners when he smiles, the way his hair falls over his forehead, that sends a surge of emotions through you.

A wave of recognition washes over you, but it is fleeting, like a shadow disappearing into the sunlight.

His eyes meet yours for a brief moment, and you feel a rush of warmth, a glimmer of something familiar. Your breath catches in your throat. You feel a sudden, inexplicable urge to run to him, to tell him that you know him, that you love him, that you have been searching for him for what feels like an eternity. There is an intense connection, a pull that seems to transcend time and space. Those eyes, they hold a familiarity that sends a jolt through your entire being. His gaze is intense, piercing, but also delicate and loving, as if he recognizes you from a different lifetime.

But then, the wave of recognition recedes, leaving you with a sense of confusion and emptiness. You don't know him. You don't remember him.

He smiles at you, a warm, genuine smile, and your heart aches.

You gave him a small smile back. You can't explain it, but you know that you have to see him again, to find out who he is, to understand the strange connection that you feel to him.

As you walk away, you feel a strange, almost desperate longing, a feeling like a piece of you is missing. You know that you have to find him again, to uncover the mystery of the boy with the dimple, to find out what he meant when he whispered, “Only if you say yes.”

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[woniescheeks]

Skating Shenanigans | p.sh

Genre: fluff

W/C: 1.3k

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The winter air was crisp and invigorating as you made your way to the outdoor ice-skating rink. The city park had transformed into a winter wonderland, with twinkling fairy lights strung through the trees and a large, beautifully decorated Christmas tree at its center. You were excited yet slightly nervous for your ice-skating date with Sunghoon, especially since you had never skated before.

Sunghoon was waiting for you at the entrance to the rink, looking effortlessly handsome in a navy-blue coat and a cozy scarf. His eyes lit up when he saw you, and he flashed that charming smile that always made your heart flutter, revealing his adorable mini fangs.

"Hey! Ready to hit the ice?" he asked, his voice warm and full of enthusiasm.

"Ready as I'll ever be," you replied with a nervous laugh. "But I have to warn you, I've never done this before."

Sunghoon's smile widened. "Don't worry, I'll teach you. It's going to be fun, I promise."

You laced up your skates and carefully made your way to the edge of the rink, gripping the railing tightly. Sunghoon stepped onto the ice with ease, gliding gracefully over to you. He extended his hand, and you hesitantly took it, feeling a reassuring squeeze.

"Just relax and trust me," he said softly. "I'll be right here with you."

With Sunghoon's guidance, you took your first tentative steps onto the ice. Your legs wobbled, and you clung to his hand for balance. He chuckled softly, his eyes sparkling with amusement and affection.

"You're doing great," he encouraged. "Just take it one step at a time."

As you slowly made your way around the rink, Sunghoon never let go of your hand. He patiently guided you, offering tips and gentle reassurances. Despite your initial trepidation, you began to find a rhythm, your movements becoming slightly more confident.

"See? You're getting the hang of it," Sunghoon said with a proud smile.

"I couldn't do it without you," you admitted, grateful for his support.

The festive music and laughter of other skaters created a joyful atmosphere. As you became more comfortable, Sunghoon suggested trying a few simple moves, like gliding and turning. You stumbled a few times, but he was always there to catch you, his strong arms steadying you.

"Here, let’s try something fun," Sunghoon said, guiding you to a less crowded part of the rink. "Just follow my lead."

He positioned himself behind you, his hands gently resting on your hips. "Now, bend your knees a little and push off with your left foot, then your right. Like this."

With Sunghoon's hands guiding you, you tried to mimic his movements. At first, it was awkward, but soon you found a rhythm. You could feel his breath on your neck as he whispered instructions, his touch grounding you.

"Good, just like that," he praised. "You're a natural."

Feeling more confident, you ventured to try a small turn. You wobbled precariously and almost fell, but Sunghoon caught you, laughing softly as he steadied you.

"Easy there," he said, his eyes twinkling. "We've got all night to perfect it."

You continued skating, each lap around the rink becoming smoother and more enjoyable. Sunghoon showed you how to skate backwards, holding your hands and guiding you step by step. His encouragement and patience made the learning process fun and less intimidating.

"Okay, okay, one more trick," Sunghoon said, grinning mischievously.

You groaned playfully. "You and your tricks. What now?"

"A glide and a turn," he suggested, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

"You just want to see me fall again," you accused, but you couldn't hide your smile.

"Maybe," he admitted with a wink. "But I'll catch you."

True to his word, he did catch you every time you stumbled, his laughter mixing with yours in the crisp winter air. After an hour or so, you decided to take another break. You found a cozy corner of the rink where there was a small fire pit surrounded by benches. Sunghoon went to get hot cocoa from a nearby vendor while you sat down, enjoying the warmth of the fire and the festive atmosphere around you.

Sunghoon returned with two steaming cups of hot cocoa, complete with whipped cream and marshmallows. He handed you one, his fingers brushing against yours, and you felt that familiar spark of electricity.

"To a wonderful night," he said, raising his cup in a toast.

"To a wonderful night," you echoed, clinking your cup against his.

You sipped the hot cocoa, savoring the rich, sweet taste. The warmth spread through you, both from the drink and from the contentment of being with Sunghoon. You talked about your favorite winter memories, your dreams for the future, and shared more laughter over childhood stories.

As the evening wore on, the rink began to empty out, and the crowds thinned. The twinkling lights around the rink seemed to shine brighter, casting a magical glow over everything. Sunghoon suggested one last skate before the night ended, and you eagerly agreed.

Hand in hand, you glided across the ice, moving in perfect harmony. You felt a sense of exhilaration and freedom, the wind rushing past you, your laughter mingling with the sound of your skates on the ice. Sunghoon’s support and encouragement made you feel like you could conquer anything, and you realized how much you cherished his presence in your life.

"Don't get too confident," Sunghoon teased as you attempted another turn. "I won't always be here to catch you."

"Yeah, right. Like you would let me fall," you shot back with a grin.

He hummed in agreement, squeezing your hand. "I'd never let you fall."

When it was finally time to leave, you walked together through the park, the path illuminated by the soft glow of the fairy lights. Sunghoon’s arm was wrapped around your shoulders, and you leaned into his side, feeling a sense of peace and happiness.

As you reached your doorstep, you turned to face him, reluctant to say goodnight. “Thank you for an amazing evening, Sunghoon. It was perfect.”

He took both your hands in his, his thumbs brushing over your knuckles. “Thank you. Tonight was unforgettable because of you.”

He leaned in for one last kiss, a soft, lingering goodbye that promised more to come. This kiss was even sweeter than the first, filled with the warmth of your connection and the anticipation of future moments together. His lips moved against yours with a gentle insistence, leaving you breathless and wanting more.

When he finally pulled back, his eyes were filled with a tender affection that made your heart ache in the best way possible.

“Goodnight,” you whispered, your voice filled with emotion.

“Goodnight,” he replied, his smile warm and full of promise. “I’ll see you soon.”

As you watched him walk away, you felt a sense of excitement and anticipation for the future. Your first ice skating date with Sunghoon had been more than you could have ever hoped for, filled with moments of joy, support, and kisses that marked the beginning of something truly special. You knew that with Sunghoon by your side, the future held endless possibilities and countless more magical moments.

Back inside your warm home, you reflected on the night’s events. You could still feel the touch of his hand, the warmth of his kiss, and the echo of his laughter. Sunghoon’s presence lingered, filling you with a sense of happiness and excitement for the future.

The evening had ended, but the magic of that night stayed with you. You knew that this was just the beginning of many more wonderful memories with Sunghoon. With a smile on your face and a warmth in your heart, you looked forward to the next time you would see him, already counting down the days until your next adventure together.

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Skincare & Disney | l.hs

Genre: fluff

W/C: 2.2k

Warning: swearing

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It was a lazy Sunday afternoon, and you and your boyfriend, Heeseung, had decided to spend the day in, pampering yourselves with a skincare routine and watching a Disney movie marathon. Your bedroom was cozy, with soft blankets piled on top of your bed and a selection of your favorite snacks laid out on the nightstand beside your bed. Heeseung was already rummaging through the various skincare products you had brought out, a look of determination on his face.

"You sure you know what you're doing?" you teased, watching him examine a face mask with intense concentration.

He shot you a playful glare. "I have no idea what half of these things are, but I'm willing to learn. Besides, my skin could use some TLC."

You laughed, shaking your head. "Alright, skincare guru, let's start with a cleanser."

Heeseung fumbled with the bottle, accidentally squirting a bit too much product into his hand. "Shit, sorry, how much of this stuff am I supposed to use?"

"Just a small amount," you replied, stepping closer to help him. You took some of the excess cleanser from his hand and began to gently massage it onto his face. Heeseung closed his eyes, a contented smile spreading across his lips.

"This feels nice," he murmured. "I could get used to this."

"Don't get too comfortable," you warned, grinning. "We still have a whole routine to get through."

After cleansing, you moved on to toner, which Heeseung found surprisingly refreshing. He flinched a little at the cold sensation but quickly relaxed. Next came the serums and moisturizers, and Heeseung watched with wide eyes as you carefully applied each product to his skin.

"This is a lot of steps," he remarked. "How do you keep track of all this?"

"With my big brain, something you lack," you said with a shrug. "Plus, it's worth it for that glowing skin."

Heeseung let out a scoff, “Something I lack? Weren’t you the one who put a frozen burrito in the microwave, and when it didn’t heat up, you threw it away and tried heating up a different one?” he shot back.

You felt your face go red, “Shut the fuck up. You promised you wouldn’t bring that up.” You whined.

Heeseung chuckled, clearly enjoying your embarrassment. "Just saying, maybe your big brain isn't as big as you think."

"Whatever," you muttered, trying to hide your smile.

Heeseung leaned in, his face close to yours. "Am I glowing yet?"

You examined his face with exaggerated seriousness. "Hmm, not quite. But you're getting there."

He chuckled and gave you a quick peck on the lips. "Thanks for being my skincare expert."

The next part of your routine involved face masks. You handed Heeseung a bright green avocado mask and kept a calming lavender mask for yourself. Heeseung stared at the avocado mask with a mix of curiosity and apprehension.

"Are you sure this is safe?" he asked, eyeing the bright green goo.

"Yes, it’s perfectly safe. Besides, it's fun," you reassured him. "Now, smear it on your face like this."

You demonstrated, applying the lavender mask evenly across your face. Heeseung followed suit, but a bit more clumsily, and soon you were both sitting on your bed with your faces covered in colorful masks.

"Wow, we look ridiculous," Heeseung said, catching a glimpse of himself in the mirror.

You couldn't help but burst into laughter. "We really do. But it's all part of the experience!"

"Speak for yourself," Heeseung teased. "I look like a healthy avocado smoothie. You look like a flower shop exploded on your face."

"Oh, shut up," you laughed. "You're just jealous because my mask is more luxurious."

"Luxurious? You mean it smells like a grandma's soap collection," he shot back, smirking.

"At least I won't look like a green monster when this comes off," you retorted.

"Hey, green monsters can be cute," he defended, trying to keep a straight face. "Just look at Shrek."

"Oh my god, did you just compare yourself to Shrek?" you asked, giggling uncontrollably.

"Only the best for you, my Fiona," he said with a mock bow, which made you laugh even harder.

Heeseung's laughter joined yours, and soon you were both laughing so hard your stomachs hurt. Heeseung clutched his side, gasping for breath. "I can't believe how silly we look."

Tears of laughter streamed down your face, mingling with the mask. "This is the best. I haven't laughed this much in ages."

"Me neither," Heeseung agreed, wiping away his own tears. "I guess this is what happens when you mix skincare with Disney movies."

Speaking of Disney movies, you decided it was time to start the marathon. You settled back onto your bed, carefully avoiding smearing your masks on the pillows. Heeseung grabbed the remote and scrolled through the options.

"What should we start with?" he asked.

"Beauty and the Beast," you suggested. "It's a classic."

Heeseung nodded and clicked play, and the familiar opening music filled the room. You sat in between his legs and snuggled up into him, resting the back of your head on his shoulder as the movie began. It didn't take long for the bickering to start, though.

"You know, Belle's kind of a nerd," Heeseung commented, a teasing tone in his voice.

You rolled your eyes. "She's intelligent and curious. That's what makes her awesome."

"Yeah, but she falls in love with a beast," he pointed out. "That's a little weird."

"It's called seeing beyond appearances," you retorted. "You could learn a thing or two from her."

Heeseung laughed and pulled you closer. "Okay, okay. Belle is great. Happy now?"

"Very," you said smugly, giving him a quick peck on his lips.

The movie continued, and the two of you got more and more invested, singing along to the songs, and making silly comments about the characters. When the iconic ballroom scene came on, Heeseung suddenly got off the bed and extended his hand to you.

"May I have this dance?" he asked, trying to keep a straight face.

You giggled and took his hand. "You're ridiculous, you know that?"

He grinned. "But you love me."

You couldn't argue with that. Heeseung twirled you around your bedroom, humming the tune of "Beauty and the Beast" as you danced together. It was silly and sweet, and you couldn't stop laughing.

When the movie ended, you both collapsed back onto your bed, slightly out of breath from your impromptu dance session. Heeseung turned to you, his eyes twinkling.

"Okay, what's next?" he asked, reaching for the remote again.

"How about The Lion King?" you suggested. "I haven't seen it in ages."

"Sure," he agreed. "But first, let's get these masks off before they permanently become part of our faces."

You both made your way to the bathroom, standing side by side in front of the mirror. Heeseung started peeling his mask off, wincing dramatically as if it were a Herculean task.

"Stop being such a baby," you teased, carefully removing your own mask.

Heeseung stuck his tongue out at you. "You try peeling avocado off your face and see how you like it."

You couldn't help but laugh. "It's just a face mask, Heeseung. Not a life-or-death situation."

Once you were both mask-free and had rinsed your faces, you applied a light moisturizer to finish off the routine. Heeseung watched you with a playful smirk as you gently massaged the moisturizer into his skin.

"You missed a spot," he said, pointing to his cheek.

You rolled your eyes and smoothed the moisturizer over the 'missed' spot. "There, happy?"

"Very," he said, leaning down to give you a soft, lingering kiss. "Thanks for taking care of my skin."

"Anytime," you replied, feeling a warm flutter in your chest from the kiss.

Back in your bedroom, you settled onto your bed once more, ready for the next movie. Heeseung grabbed the remote and started The Lion King, and you both snuggled up under the blankets.

This time, the bickering was about which character was the best.

"Simba is obviously the best," Heeseung declared. "He's the main character."

"Pfft, Timon and Pumbaa steal the show," you argued. "They're hilarious."

"Yeah, but Simba grows up to be a badass king," He countered.

You rolled your eyes playfully. "And Timon and Pumbaa teach him how to live life with no worries. 'Hakuna Matata,' remember?"

 "Yeah, but did they save the Pride Lands? No, Simba did. So, he wins," Heeseung said smugly.

"Oh, please. Timon and Pumbaa are the real MVPs. They raised him and taught him how to survive," you shot back.

"Okay, fine. But what about Rafiki? He's the one who gets Simba to go back," Heeseung said, raising an eyebrow.

"Rafiki's cool, but he's more of a wise old mentor. Timon and Pumbaa are the heart and soul," you insisted.

Heeseung chuckled. "You just like them because they're funny."

"Exactly! They bring the fun," you grinned. "Once again, you could learn a thing or two from them."

Heeseung laughed and pulled you in for a kiss, his lips soft and warm against yours. "You're a pain in my ass, you know that?"

"But you love me," you replied, echoing his earlier words.

The kiss deepened, and you felt a rush of warmth and happiness. Heeseung's hand cupped your cheek, his thumb gently stroking your skin. When you finally pulled away, you were both smiling.

Heeseung smiled and said, "Alright, I'll admit, they are pretty funny. But Simba is still the best."

You sighed dramatically. "Fine, we'll agree to disagree."

As the movie continued, you both got more invested in the story, singing along to the songs and making silly comments about the characters. When Scar's song "Be Prepared" came on, Heeseung couldn't help but make a dramatic gesture, imitating Scar's villainous demeanor.

"Look at me, I'm the king of the hyenas," Heeseung said in a mock-serious tone.

You burst out laughing. "You could never be as evil as Scar. You're too much of a goofball."

He pretended to be offended. "Hey, I can be serious when I want to be."

"Sure, sure," you teased. "But let's be real, you'd probably end up befriending the hyenas instead."

Heeseung grinned. "True. They'd be my squad."

When the iconic "Hakuna Matata" scene came on, you both sang along at the top of your lungs, laughing and dancing around your bedroom. Heeseung grabbed your hands and twirled you around, and for a moment, you felt like carefree kids again.

After the song ended, you collapsed back onto your bed, slightly out of breath but grinning from ear to ear. Heeseung looked at you, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

"You know, we should have our own 'Hakuna Matata' philosophy," he said. "No worries, right?"

"Absolutely," you agreed, leaning in to give him a kiss on the cheek. "No worries as long as we're together."

Heeseung smiled and pulled you into him. As the movie continued, you both got more comfortable, with Heeseung's arm wrapped around you and your head resting on his chest. You watched the characters on screen, but your attention kept drifting back to Heeseung. His laughter, his silly comments, the way he kissed you – it all made you realize just how lucky you were to have him.

When the climactic battle scene came on, Heeseung couldn't resist making more dramatic gestures, pretending to be Simba facing off against Scar.

"See, Simba's the hero," he said, puffing out his chest.

"Okay, fine, you've got a point," you conceded, laughing at his antics. "But Timon and Pumbaa still helped save the day."

"Team effort," Heeseung agreed, pulling you closer for another kiss.

As the final scene played and Simba took his place as king, you both sighed contentedly. Heeseung looked at you with a mischievous glint in his eye. "Ready for round three?"

"What do you have in mind?" you asked, curious.

"How about Aladdin?" he suggested. "We can argue about which genie is better – Robin Williams or Will Smith."

"Oh, it's on," you said with a laugh.

As the opening scenes of Aladdin played, you couldn't help but feel a wave of gratitude for moments like these. Lazy afternoons filled with laughter, bickering, and sweet kisses with Heeseung were the best kind of days. And you knew that no matter how many Disney movies you watched or skincare routines you tried, what mattered most was the love and joy you shared.

When you looked over at Heeseung, his eyes were already on you. He leaned in and gave you a kiss, his lips lingering on yours as if savoring every second. You felt a warmth spread through your entire body, and you knew that this moment, right here with Heeseung, was perfect.

He broke the kiss and whispered, "I love you."

You smiled, your heart swelling with happiness. "I love you too."

With Heeseung by your side, even the simplest moments were magical.

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Mint Choco | k.sn

Genre: fluff

W/C: 1.4k

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The sun was shining brightly as you and your boyfriend, Sunoo, strolled down the bustling streets of your favorite neighborhood. It was the perfect day for a sweet treat, and both of you had agreed that ice cream was the way to go. You couldn't help but smile as you walked hand in hand, the warm breeze ruffling your hair and the sound of laughter filling the air.

Sunoo's excitement was palpable as you approached the charming little ice cream parlor. It was one of those old-fashioned places with a striped awning and a cheerful sign that read "Sweet Treats." Sunoo had been talking about getting ice cream all day, and you knew exactly why. He had a particular fondness for mint chocolate chip, a flavor you weren't too keen on.

As you entered the parlor, the cool air and the sweet scent of freshly made waffle cones greeted you. The walls were lined with colorful tubs of ice cream, each one more tempting than the last. Sunoo's eyes lit up as he scanned the options, and you could already see him zeroing in on his beloved mint choco.

"Come on, you have to try it this time," Sunoo said, his voice filled with determination as he pulled you towards the counter. "I promise you'll like it."

You sighed, knowing how stubborn he could be when it came to his favorite things. "Sunoo, you know I'm not a fan of mint choco. It tastes like toothpaste."

He pouted, giving you those puppy dog eyes that always melted your resolve. "Please, just one bite. For me?"

You couldn't resist him when he looked at you like that. Reluctantly, you nodded. "Fine, one bite. But if I don't like it, you're getting me something else."

Sunoo's face lit up with a triumphant smile. "Deal!"

He quickly ordered a scoop of mint chocolate chip in a waffle cone and a scoop of your favorite flavor, strawberry, in a cup. As you waited for your orders, Sunoo's excitement was contagious, and you found yourself looking forward to trying the ice cream, if only to see him so happy.

When the ice cream was ready, Sunoo handed you the cup of strawberry and held up his cone of mint choco triumphantly. "Ready for the best ice cream experience of your life?"

You rolled your eyes playfully but couldn't help but smile. "Let's see about that."

Sunoo scooped up a generous bite of his mint choco and held it out to you. "Open wide!"

With a mix of reluctance and curiosity, you opened your mouth and let him feed you the spoonful. The cold, creamy texture hit your tongue first, followed by the refreshing mint flavor and the rich chocolate chips. To your surprise, it wasn't as bad as you remembered. In fact, it was quite enjoyable.

You chewed thoughtfully and then swallowed, looking at Sunoo with raised eyebrows. "Okay, it's not bad."

Sunoo's eyes sparkled with delight. "See? I knew you'd like it!"

Before you could respond, he leaned in and planted a sweet, tender kiss on your lips. It was a kiss filled with happiness and affection, and it made your heart flutter. His lips were cool from the ice cream, and you tasted the faint hint of mint and chocolate, which made the kiss all the more memorable.

When he pulled back, you were both smiling, your faces inches apart. "You always know how to make things better," you said softly.

"And you make everything worth it," he replied, his voice just as gentle.

As you continued enjoying your ice cream, Sunoo couldn’t help but tease you. "I told you mint choco was amazing. Maybe next time you'll trust my impeccable taste."

You chuckled and nudged him playfully. "Impeccable taste? Let's not get ahead of ourselves. One good flavor doesn't make you an ice cream connoisseur."

Sunoo gasped dramatically, placing a hand over his heart. "How dare you question my refined palate! I'll have you know I have an excellent track record with ice cream."

"Sure, sure," you teased back. "But remember the time you insisted that vanilla with ketchup was a gourmet combo?"

He winced, recalling the failed experiment. "Okay, I'll admit that was a misstep. But mint choco is different, and you liked it!"

"I did, didn't I?" you admitted with a smile, taking another bite of your strawberry ice cream. "But don't think that means I'll be switching my favorite flavor anytime soon."

Sunoo grinned mischievously. "We'll see about that. Maybe I'll convert you to mint choco one scoop at a time."

"You're welcome to try," you replied, matching his playful tone. "But don't get too confident."

The two of you continued to banter back and forth, the conversation filled with laughter and light-hearted teasing. You felt a warm sense of contentment as you shared these moments with Sunoo, enjoying the simple pleasure of each other's company.

After finishing your ice cream, you decided to take a leisurely walk through the nearby park. The path was lined with blooming flowers, and the gentle rustling of leaves created a soothing backdrop. Sunoo held your hand as you strolled, occasionally swinging your intertwined fingers and pointing out interesting sights along the way.

"Look at that squirrel," he said, nodding towards a fluffy-tailed creature darting up a tree. "It's probably searching for more mint choco lovers to join its secret squirrel ice cream club."

You giggled, shaking your head. "You and your mint choco obsession. I wouldn't be surprised if you started a club yourself."

"Not a bad idea," he mused, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "But you'd be my first recruit. We could have matching mint choco uniforms and everything."

"Oh no, count me out," you laughed. "I'm sticking to strawberry."

As the sun began to set, casting a golden glow over the park, you found a cozy bench overlooking a serene pond. You both sat down, and Sunoo wrapped his arm around your shoulders, pulling you close. The world seemed to slow down as you watched the ducks glide across the water, and you felt a deep sense of peace.

"You know," Sunoo said softly, breaking the comfortable silence. "I'm really glad we did this today. It's been perfect."

You looked up at him, your heart swelling with affection. "Me too, Sunoo. Thank you for making it special."

He leaned down and pressed another sweet kiss to your lips, this one lingering a bit longer, filled with tenderness and warmth. When he pulled back, his eyes held a soft, loving gaze that made your heart flutter.

"Let's make a promise," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "To always find time for moments like these, no matter how busy life gets."

You smiled, your heart brimming with love and happiness. "I promise."

As the sky darkened and the stars began to twinkle above, you sat there in each other's arms, savoring the magic of the evening. The memory of the ice cream parlor, the playful banter, and the sweet kisses would stay with you, a cherished reminder of the love and joy you shared with Sunoo. And while you might not become a full-fledged mint choco convert, you knew that trying new things with him by your side made every experience sweeter.

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New Years Party | n.rk

Genre: fluff

W/C: 1.6k

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The anticipation of New Year’s Eve was palpable as you arrived at the grand celebration hosted at a friend's spacious rooftop apartment. The city skyline provided a stunning backdrop, with skyscrapers adorned in glittering lights and the promise of fireworks to welcome the New Year.

You were excited, not just for the festivities but because you knew Niki would be there. Niki, with his infectious energy and captivating smile, had been a growing presence in your life over the past few months. There was an unspoken connection between you, something that had been building and intensifying, and tonight felt like the perfect opportunity for something special to happen.

The party was in full swing when you arrived. The rooftop was adorned with twinkling fairy lights, and the air was filled with laughter, music, and the clinking of glasses. People mingled, danced, and shared stories of the past year while looking forward to the one ahead.

You spotted Niki across the crowd, chatting animatedly with a group of friends. He wore a white blazer over a black long-sleeved shirt with silver jewelry, effortlessly stylish as always. When his eyes met yours, his face lit up with a smile that made your heart skip a beat. He excused himself from the conversation and made his way over to you.

“Hey, you made it!” he said, his voice warm and welcoming.

“Wouldn't miss it for the world,” you replied, trying to keep your voice steady despite the butterflies in your stomach.

The two of you fell into easy conversation, the familiar banter and shared jokes making you feel at ease. You talked about your plans for the coming year, shared your hopes and dreams, and laughed about the small, silly things that had happened over the past months. Niki had a way of making you feel comfortable and valued, his attention focused solely on you.

As the night wore on, you found yourselves gravitating closer to each other, the unspoken tension between you becoming more palpable. The rooftop became a magical space, filled with friends, laughter, and a sense of anticipation for the New Year. The hosts had set up a photo booth adorned with props and decorations, and you and Niki couldn't resist taking a few goofy pictures together, each snapshot capturing the joy of the evening.

At one point, a friend brought out a tray of champagne flutes, and everyone gathered to toast the year gone by. Niki handed you a glass, his fingers brushing yours as he did so. "To new beginnings," he said, raising his glass and looking into your eyes.

"To new beginnings," you echoed, clinking your glass against his and feeling a warm flush spread through you.

As midnight approached, the energy on the rooftop shifted. The music grew softer, and the countdown began to draw everyone’s attention. Niki turned to you, his eyes reflecting the twinkling lights around you.

“Shall we find a good spot for the fireworks?” he suggested.

You nodded, and he took your hand, leading you to the edge of the rooftop where the view of the city was unobstructed. The two of you stood there, the cool night air brushing against your skin, your hands still entwined.

The countdown began, and the crowd around you joined in. “Ten, nine, eight…” Each second felt like an eternity, your heart pounding with anticipation.

As the countdown reached its final moments, Niki turned to face you. “Three, two, one… Happy New Year!” The words echoed in the air, followed by the explosion of fireworks lighting up the night sky.

In that instant, with the sky ablaze with colors, Niki cupped your face gently with his hands. His touch was warm and reassuring, and his eyes locked onto yours, filled with an emotion that took your breath away. Slowly, he leaned in, and your lips met in a kiss that was everything you had hoped for and more.

The kiss was soft and tender at first, a gentle exploration that spoke of promise and affection. The world around you seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you in that perfect moment. The taste of his lips, the warmth of his breath, and the feel of his hands on your skin sent a wave of warmth through you, chasing away the chill of the night air.

As the fireworks continued to burst in the sky, painting everything in vibrant hues, the kiss deepened. Niki’s lips moved against yours with a slow, deliberate passion, each touch a silent declaration of his feelings. His hands slid from your face to your waist, pulling you closer, and you responded by wrapping your arms around his neck, anchoring yourself in the moment.

The kiss was filled with the excitement of new beginnings and the sweet anticipation of what the future might hold. It was unhurried, each second stretching into eternity, giving you both the time to savor the connection. You could feel the rhythm of his heartbeat matching yours, a steady drumbeat that underscored the magic of the moment.

When you finally pulled back, both of you were breathless, your foreheads resting against each other’s. Niki’s eyes sparkled with a mix of joy and relief, and he smiled, a boyish grin that made your heart soar.

“Happy New Year,” he whispered, his voice filled with genuine happiness.

“Happy New Year,” you replied, your voice just as soft and full of promise.

The rest of the night passed in a blur of laughter, dancing, and shared moments. But it was that kiss, set against the backdrop of a sky filled with fireworks, that stayed with you. It was a kiss that marked the beginning of something beautiful, a New Year filled with possibilities and the blossoming of a love that had only just begun.

After the fireworks display, the party continued with renewed energy. The band played a mix of lively tunes and slow ballads, and you and Niki danced together, swaying to the music. His hand on the small of your back and the warmth of his touch made you feel cherished and safe.

At one point, a slow song began to play, and Niki pulled you closer. You rested your head on his shoulder, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. "This is perfect," you murmured, your voice barely audible over the music.

Niki tilted his head slightly to rest his cheek against your hair. "It really is," he agreed softly.

As the night progressed, you found yourselves retreating to a quieter corner of the rooftop, away from the main crowd. The stars above were clear and bright, and the city's twinkling lights stretched out before you. Sitting together on a cushioned bench, you talked about everything and nothing, sharing dreams and secrets under the vast night sky.

Niki's arm was draped around your shoulders, and you leaned into his side, feeling the comfort of his presence. He occasionally pressed soft kisses to your temple, each one sending a flutter of joy through you. The connection between you felt natural and right, as if you'd known each other for much longer than a few months.

"I have to admit," Niki said after a while, his voice thoughtful, "I've been looking forward to tonight for a long time. I hoped we might share a moment like this."

You turned to look at him, your heart swelling with affection. "Me too," you confessed. "I’ve always felt there was something special between us."

He smiled, his eyes reflecting the sincerity of his feelings. "I'm glad you feel that way. I want this year to be filled with more moments like this, with you."

You reached up to cup his face, your thumb brushing lightly over his cheek. "I want that too, Niki."

He leaned in, capturing your lips in another sweet, lingering kiss. This kiss was filled with the promise of a future together, a silent agreement to cherish and nurture the bond you shared.

As the first light of dawn began to hint at the horizon, the party began to wind down. Guests started to leave, exchanging hugs and well-wishes for the New Year. Niki walked you to the exit, his hand never leaving yours.

“Can I walk you home?” he asked, his voice gentle.

You smiled up at him, feeling a rush of warmth. “I’d love that.”

The two of you walked through the quiet streets, the world still wrapped in the remnants of the night’s celebration. The crisp air was invigorating, and Niki’s presence beside you made every step feel light and joyful.

When you finally reached your doorstep, you turned to face him, reluctant to say goodnight. “Thank you for an amazing evening, Niki. It was perfect.”

He took both your hands in his, his thumbs brushing over your knuckles. “Thank you. Tonight was unforgettable because of you.”

He leaned in for one last kiss, a soft, lingering goodbye that promised more to come. When he pulled back, his eyes were filled with a tender affection that made your heart ache in the best way possible.

“Goodnight,” you whispered, your voice filled with emotion.

“Goodnight,” he replied, his smile warm and full of promise. “I’ll see you soon.”

As you watched him walk away, you felt a sense of excitement and anticipation for the year ahead. The New Year had begun with a kiss, a promise, and a heart full of hope, and you knew that with Niki by your side, it was going to be a beautiful journey.

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[woniescheeks]

Cuddles & Kisses | s.jy ft. Layla

Genre: fluff

W/C: 1.3k

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It was a chilly autumn afternoon when you arrived at Jake's apartment. The trees outside were adorned with vibrant hues of red and gold, and a crisp breeze hinted at the coming winter. As you approached his door, your heart fluttered with excitement and warmth. Today was going to be special.

Jake greeted you with his usual warm smile, his eyes lighting up as he saw you. He wore a cozy sweater that made him look even more inviting. "Hey baby" he said softly, pulling you into a gentle hug. You felt the warmth of his embrace and sighed contentedly.

"Hey," you replied, nuzzling into his chest for a moment before pulling back. "How's Layla?"

As if on cue, Layla, Jake's golden retriever, bounded over, her tail wagging furiously. She was a ball of energy and affection, and you couldn't help but kneel down to give her a proper greeting. Layla responded with enthusiastic licks to your face, making you giggle.

"She's been waiting for you," Jake said with a chuckle. "Come on in. I made some hot chocolate."

You followed Jake into the living room, which was already set for the cozy afternoon. A plush couch was adorned with soft blankets and pillows, and the fireplace crackled gently, casting a warm glow throughout the room. Layla trotted ahead, jumping onto her favorite spot on the couch.

Jake handed you a steaming mug of hot chocolate, topped with whipped cream and a sprinkle of cinnamon. You took a sip and felt the warmth spread through your body. "This is perfect," you said, smiling up at him.

He grinned and sat down next to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. "I'm glad you like it. Now, come here," he said, pulling you closer. You snuggled into his side, feeling the comforting weight of his arm around you.

Layla, not wanting to be left out, nestled herself between the two of you, resting her head on your lap. You stroked her soft fur, feeling completely at peace. Jake's hand found yours, and he intertwined your fingers, his thumb gently caressing your skin.

You turned your head slightly to look at him, your faces just inches apart. "I've missed this," you whispered.

Jake's eyes softened, and he leaned in to kiss you tenderly. His lips were warm and soft, and the kiss was filled with love and affection. "Me too," he murmured against your lips before pulling back just enough to look into your eyes. "There's nowhere else I'd rather be."

You smiled, feeling your heart swell with happiness. You kissed him again, this time lingering a little longer, savoring the closeness and the sweetness of the moment. Layla let out a contented sigh, as if she too was enjoying the cozy atmosphere.

After a while, you both settled into a comfortable silence, watching the flames dance in the fireplace. The hot chocolate, the warmth of the fire, and the gentle presence of Jake and Layla made everything feel perfect.

Jake shifted slightly, adjusting the blanket around you both. "You know," he began, his voice soft, "I've been thinking about us a lot lately." Jake came close, his arm wrapped around your shoulders, drawing you into his warmth. You nestled against him, feeling his steady heartbeat under your cheek. His fingers gently traced circles on your arm, a soothing, tender gesture that made your heart flutter.

You turned your head to look at him, curiosity piqued. "Oh? What about?"

You lifted your head to look at him, your eyes meeting his. There was a softness in his gaze, a depth of affection that made your breath catch. His lips curved into a gentle smile, and you felt a surge of love for him in that moment.

He smiled, his eyes reflecting the firelight, "Just how much I love spending time with you. How much I love you."

Without a word, you leaned in closer, your forehead resting lightly against his. You could feel the warmth of his breath on your skin, a sweet and intimate sensation. He tilted his head slightly, his eyes fluttering shut as he closed the distance between you.

The kiss was gentle, almost hesitant at first, as if savoring the moment and the intimacy of the connection. It was soft and unhurried, a tender meeting of lips that conveyed everything words couldn't. His lips were warm and gentle against yours, moving with a loving, slow rhythm that made your heart melt. You kissed him back with the same tenderness, pouring all your love into the sweet, lingering kiss.

Jake's hand moved to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing lightly over your skin, sending shivers down your spine. You felt the world around you fade away, leaving only the two of you in this perfect, loving moment. The kiss deepened slightly, still soft but more passionate, a silent promise of the love you shared. His hand sliding to the back of your neck, pulling you closer. You responded in kind, your fingers tangling in his hair, feeling the silky strands between your fingers.

When you finally pulled back, your foreheads still touching, you both opened your eyes, both of you were slightly breathless. Jake's gaze was filled with a mix of affection and adoration, making your heart swell with happiness. He gave you a soft smile, his thumb still caressing your cheek.

"I love you too, Jake," you said, your voice filled with emotion.

He kissed your forehead, then your nose, and finally your lips once again, each kiss a gentle declaration of his feelings. "I'm so happy you're here," he whispered.

You rested your head on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart, feeling his arms tighten around you in a protective, loving embrace. The memory of the kiss lingered, a sweet reminder of the deep bond you shared.

 "There's no place I'd rather be," you echoed his earlier words.

Jake looked down at you, his eyes filled with a tenderness that made your heart flutter. "You know," he said softly, his voice a gentle murmur, "I don't think I've ever felt this happy."

You smiled; your own feelings reflected in his eyes. "Me neither," you whispered.

As the afternoon turned into evening, you stayed wrapped in each other's arms, sharing stories, laughter, and sweet, loving kisses. Layla drifted off to sleep between you, her presence a comforting reminder of the simple joys in life.

The sky outside grew darker, but the warmth inside Jake's apartment never faded. You felt a sense of completeness, knowing that this was where you belonged – cuddled up with Jake and Layla, surrounded by love and contentment.

Eventually, the need for dinner arose, and Jake reluctantly got up to prepare something. You helped, setting the table and stealing kisses whenever you passed by each other in the kitchen. The meal was simple but delicious, and you enjoyed it together, feeding Layla bits of food under the table.

After dinner, you returned to the couch, snuggling back into the cozy nest of blankets and pillows. Jake pulled you close again, and you rested your head on his chest, feeling utterly content.

As the night grew late, the fire slowly died down, leaving a soft glow. Jake's fingers traced soothing patterns on your arm, and you felt yourself growing drowsy. He kissed the top of your head, his voice a gentle murmur. "Sleep, my love. I'll be right here."

With a final kiss to his cheek, you closed your eyes, feeling safe and loved. Layla snored softly at your feet, completing the picture of perfect tranquility.

In Jake's arms, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat and with Layla by your side, you drifted off to sleep, dreaming of many more cozy cuddle sessions and loving moments to come.

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[woniescheeks]

The First Date | p.js

Genre: fluff, romance

W/C: 1.1k

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On a clear, starry night in Seoul, Jay had planned something special for you. The first date. He wanted to make this evening unforgettable, so he went all out to ensure every detail was perfect. He had chosen a rooftop restaurant known for its stunning city views and exquisite cuisine. Jay arrived early, dressed impeccably in a tailored suit that highlighted his sharp features and confident demeanor. The rooftop was adorned with fairy lights, casting a soft, romantic glow over the elegantly set tables. A live string quartet played softly in the background, adding to the enchanting atmosphere. The evening was perfect, and the anticipation of a first date hung in the air like the scent of roses. 

When you arrived, Jay's eyes lit up. You looked stunning, dressed in a chic outfit that perfectly matched the elegance of the evening and showed off all your beautiful curves. He greeted you with a warm smile and a gentle kiss on the cheek that immediately put you at ease, taking your hand and leading you to the table near the edge of the rooftop, where the view of the city was breathtaking.  

As you settled in, Jay poured you each a glass of sparkling wine. "I hope you like it," he said, his eyes shining with excitement. "I've been looking forward to tonight." 

You shared stories and laughter, the conversation flowing easily. Jay's charm and genuine interest in you made you feel special and cherished. The first course arrived; a beautifully plated appetizer that looked almost too good to eat. Jay watched with satisfaction as you took the first bite and your eyes widened in delight. 

Throughout the evening, Jay continued to surprise you with thoughtful gestures. Between courses, he produced a small, wrapped box from his pocket. "I got you something," he said, a hint of shyness in his voice. Inside was a delicate bracelet, its design simple yet elegant, just like the evening he had planned. 

Your eyes sparkled with happiness as you accepted the gift, and Jay felt a warm sense of accomplishment. He reached across the table to hold your hand, his thumb gently tracing circles on your skin. 

The main course was served, and you two enjoyed the delicious meal, sharing bites and discussing your work life. The city lights twinkled below you both, and the music from the quartet seemed to weave around you, creating a bubble of intimacy that felt like your own little world. 

As the night drew to a close, Jay stood and extended his hand. "Would you like to dance?" he asked. Heart pounding, you accepted, allowing him to lead you to the small dance floor in the corner of the roof. The quartet played a beautiful rendition of a classic love song, the notes wrapping around you like a tender embrace. 

You placed your hand in Jay's, feeling the warmth of his touch. His other hand gently rested on your waist, and you moved closer, your bodies swaying to the rhythm of the music. The world around you seemed to blur, leaving just the two of you in a moment of pure magic. 

As you danced, Jay's eyes never left yours. His gaze was filled with a mix of affection and wonder, making you feel cherished and special. The soft lighting highlighted his features, casting a glow that made everything seem dreamlike. You swayed gently to the music as Jay's arms wrapped around you protectively.  

You moved in perfect harmony, each step bringing you closer together. The music, the atmosphere, and the chemistry between you created an unforgettable experience. Your heart raced with every turn and dip, but Jay’s steady presence reassured you, making you feel safe and adored. 

In that moment, surrounded by the beauty of the restaurant and the enchanting music, you realized how extraordinary this night was. It was more than just a first date; it was the beginning of something special, a memory you would cherish forever. 

Under the starlit sky, with the city as their backdrop, you shared a tender moment. Jay leaned in, his forehead resting against yours. "Thank you for tonight," he whispered. "You've made it perfect." 

You looked up at him, eyes filled with affection. "No, thank you, Jay. This has been magical." 

 You found yourself looking deeply into those brown eyes. His eyes were rich and warm, like the earth after a spring rain, full of depth and quiet strength. They held a universe of unspoken emotions, each glance revealing a new layer of his soul. 

His breath mingled with yours, the intimate proximity creating an illusion where only the two of you existed. You could see the faint reflections of the surrounding world in his irises, but what captivated you most was the way his eyes softened, filled with tenderness and vulnerability. 

In those brown eyes, you saw a silent conversation, a blend of understanding and connection that words could never fully capture. They held a promise of trust, of shared moments and future dreams. The subtle flicker of his gaze, the way his pupils dilated slightly, mirrored your own emotions, creating a silent symphony of shared feelings. 

He smiled, his heart swelling with happiness. "Then let's make sure we have many more nights like this." 

As the final notes of the song played, Jay gently lifted your chin, his fingers soft and warm against your skin. In that quiet, intimate space, he closed the distance, his lips brushing softly against yours in a small, loving kiss. It was a kiss that conveyed everything—a whisper of love, a promise of more to come, and a testament to the connection you had just shared. The touch was light, almost hesitant, as if savouring the moment and the newfound closeness.

Your heart fluttered, and a warm, tingling sensation spread through you. The kiss was tender and gentle, filled with the sweetness of new love and the excitement of endless possibilities. It was a moment that felt both timeless and fleeting, leaving you with a sense of longing for more. 

As you slowly pulled back, your eyes met again, and a shy, joyous smile spread across your faces.  The stars above seemed to shine a little brighter, as if they were witnesses to the love and joy shared on that unforgettable night. 

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[woniescheeks]

The Rain | y.jw

WC:500

a/n - this is my first time writing something like this, i hope its not cringe or anything and i hope it doesn't seem way too rushed. i’ve been wanting to write stuff for awhile now and i finally had the chance to so i hope this came out good lmk if theres anything i should keep in mind for the next one !!

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On a warm summer evening, the sky began to darken, signalling an approaching rainstorm. You and Jungwon, were strolling hand in hand through the park. You had spent the afternoon enjoying a picnic and reminiscing about your first date together, which had taken place in the same park. As the first raindrops started to fall, you both quickened your pace, laughing and playfully bumping into each other. The trees around you rustled with the sudden downpour, and the smell of rain on the warm pavement filled the air. Instead of seeking shelter, you decided to embrace the rain, feeling a sense of adventure in the unexpected weather.

You twirled around, your light summer dress swirling as the rain dampened the fabric. Jungwon watched you with a smile, his heart swelling with love. He pulled you close, and you both danced slowly to the rhythm of the raindrops, your laughter’s echoing through the park. Hair clung to the pair of your faces, and water droplets sparkled on his skin like tiny diamonds. As you moved together, the rain intensified, but he didn’t mind. In fact, it made the moment even more magical.

After a little laughter in the rain, He had found a small gazebo near the lake and dashed towards it, seeking a brief respite, dragging you along. Once inside, Jungwon took off his jacket and draped it over your shoulders, his eyes never leaving yours.

“I love you,” he said softly, his voice barely audible over the sound of the rain hitting the roof.

He looked ethereal. His hair, soaked through, clung to his face and neck , glistening curls, each strand shimmering with a life of its own. The rain traced the contours of his face, accentuating high cheekbones, smooth, porcelain complexion and his cute dimples. Eyes, deep and reflective like pools of liquid moonlight, gazed softly at the you, holding a mixture of serenity and lovesickness. His skin glowed with a soft luminescence, the rain enhancing the natural light he seemed to emanate. Each droplet clung to him, reluctant to leave such a captivating surface, before joining the rivulets that streamed down his body.

You smiled, your eyes bright and full of affection. “I love you too, Jungwon,” you replied, leaning in to kiss him. Your lips met in a tender kiss, soft and lingering, filled with warmth and affection. It was a moment where time seemed to pause, the world around the two of you fading away. The gentle press of your mouths conveyed a deep connection, a silent promise of love and devotion. As you pulled away, your eyes remained locked, hearts full, and a shared smile whispered all the words they didn't need to say.

You both sat on the wooden bench, wrapped in each other's arms, watching the rain dance on the surface of the lake. The world around you both seemed to fade away once again, leaving just the two of you in your own little bubble of happiness.

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