yuonse

[yuonse]

LOVE ON THE ROCKS ⭑ drunk enhypen

𝐎𝐑 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄， 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖽𝗋𝗎𝗇𝗄 𝗂𝗇 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎

❪ 𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐙𝐈𝐍𝐄 ❫ ｡ 𝖽𝗋𝗎𝗇𝗄!enha 𝗑 𝖿!𝗋 1422────── fluff ✿‎ kissing 𝖽𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 贅沢 𖥔

REBLOG ◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ FOR KISSES

LEE HEESEUNG

heeseung is extra giggly tonight, his cheeks red, tie askew— settling on top of a few loosened buttons and his hair a complete mess.

“baby, come here—” he stumbles through his own hallway, chasing you to the washroom, reeking of alcohol, “where’s my goodnight kiss?”

he finds you by the washroom, grinning so wide his eyes turn into little crescents. arms outstretched, he wraps them around your waist from the back, pulling you flush against his chest.

you turn around in his arms and he immediately buries his face in your neck, pressing a kiss there. it’s wet and clumsy, but full of affection.

“you didn’t kiss me goodnight,” he whines, brows furrowed like it’s a real tragedy, and if eyes could get anything they want, heeseung would be a winner. “fine,” you chuckle, cupping his face and bringing it down to press a chaste kiss on his lips— the fine taste of whiskey and love lingering on him.

he stumbles forward as you pull away for a breather, the tipsy weight of him leaning entirely on you. “more,” heeseung mumbles, eyes fluttering shut as he chases your lips again. “just one more. maybe five.”

you laugh softly, brushing his messy bangs back. “you’re hopeless.” “hopelessly yours,” he grins.

PARK JONGSEONG

“who k-kissed you?” jay sounds furious, cupping your face in his hands as he inspects your lipstick smudged face.

the alcohol in his system really is kicking, and you can confirm it by how oblivious he is to the fact that your red gloss is smudged by his lips. jay’s face is red— both from the wine and your lipstick.

his brows are furrowed like he’s solving a crime scene, thumbs swiping gently under your bottom lip with all the seriousness in the world. “baby, i’m not mad, i’m just… i just need names.”

you burst into laughter, clutching onto his shoulders. “you kissed me, you idiot.”

he blinks, stunned. “me?”

you nod, giggling. “twice. aggressively.”

jay’s mouth parts slightly, as if he just cracked the case, and then his expression melts into a sheepish smile. his hands slide down to rest on your shoulders as he leans forward, lips brushing your forehead. “good,” he murmurs, “i’d beat him up if it was someone else.”

his cologne is warm and familiar, mixing with the sharp tang of wine. his tie is crooked, as he pulls you in, gathering you in a drunk bear hug, pressing his lips on the crook of your neck.

SIM JAEYUN

“jake, put me down!” you gasp, grabbing onto your boyfriend’s shoulders as he picks you up with an uneven equilibrium.

jake is the most drunk person in the party, you could tell by his impulsive decisions and reddened face.

“jake, seriously—put me down!” you squeal, laughing breathlessly as your boyfriend lifts you into his arms like a groom on his wedding night. excep, he’s swaying. a lot.

“but you’re so pretty,” he slurs with a dopey grin, forehead resting against yours. “had to steal you away. just for a sec.”

his cheeks are flushed, hair damp with sweat and the glow of fairy lights dancing in his glassy eyes. his steps are clumsy, zigzagging across the lawn as you cling tighter.

“okay, romeo, we’re going to die—”

your words are cut short by a splash.

cold water engulfs you both as jake stumbles straight into the pool, dragging you with him in a chaotic, soaking plunge.

you surface, gasping and blinking water from your lashes, only to see jake float up next to you, completely drenched but still smiling.

“worth it,” he breathes, reaching over to tuck your hair behind your ear. “’cause now we’re both cool.”

you smack his chest, laughing as he pulls you into a soggy hug, lips brushing your temple. “you idiot.”

“your idiot forever.”

PARK SUNGHOON

sunghoon stumbles into your shared apartment at midnight, kicking off his shoes with a clumsy thud. his blazer is half off, white shirt wrinkled and slightly untucked, and his cheeks are flushed a warm pink.

“baby?” he calls out, voice soft and unsure as he peeks around the hallway. “i missed you so much.”

you’re already there, arms crossed, trying not to smile at the sight of your usually composed boyfriend looking like a sleepy mess.

“how much did you drink?” you ask, guiding him by the wrist to the couch.

“not enough to forget how pretty you are,” he mumbles, collapsing beside you and pulling you into his lap.

he buries his face in your neck, arms draped loosely around your waist. “your perfume’s better than any drink.”

you laugh softly, running your fingers through his hair as he melts against you like a sleepy puppy.

“hoon, you’re really clingy when you’re drunk.”

“only with you,” he whispers, lifting his head to look at you, eyes glassy but sincere. “i love you, can we stay like this forever?”

your heart squeezes as you kiss his forehead. “forever sounds nice”

KIM SUNOO

sunoo clings to your arm like a sleepily, cheek pressed against your shoulder as he lets out a dramatic sigh. “you smell like flowers,” he mumbles, voice soft and syrupy with alcohol. “did you always smell this good, or is the wine making me fall in love again?”

you chuckle, tucking a strand of his hair behind his ear. “you’re already in love with me, remember?”

he blinks up at you, eyes glossy under the fairy lights of the backyard, lips pouting just slightly. “but it feels new tonight. like, i wanna write you poems or name a star after you.”

you cover your smile, heart fluttering at his drunken sincerity. “you’re such a flirt when you’re tipsy.”

sunoo sits up with a sudden burst of energy, wobbling slightly. “wait here!” he stumbles toward the garden, plucks a random daisy, then returns and offers it to you with a wide grin. “for you, my moon and stars.”

you take it, giggling as he snuggles back into your side. “you’re going to regret all this cheesy stuff tomorrow.”

“nope,” he yawns, eyes fluttering shut. “if it’s about you, i’ll mean it even when i’m sober.”

YANG JUNGWON

jungwon’s never drunk. like, ever. but tonight? he’s had three fruity cocktails and half a glass of someone’s mysterious punch, and now he’s standing in the kitchen wearing a colander on his head like a helmet.

“babe,” you start, biting back laughter, “what exactly are you doing?”

he turns to you dramatically, wobbling slightly on his socked feet. “protecting my brain,” he says seriously, poking the colander. “you never know who’s out here trying to read your thoughts.”

you snort. “you’ve been watching conspiracy videos again, haven’t you?”

“they make sense!” he insists, pointing at you with a spoon. “also—” he suddenly softens, spoon clattering to the counter, “you’re so pretty it’s unfair. i’m trying to have deep thoughts but all i think is: wow. she’s mine.”

you step closer, sliding the colander off his head. “you’re ridiculous.”

“ridiculously in love,” he sighs, pulling you into a loose hug, resting his cheek on your chest. “do you think aliens would be jealous of us?”

“probably,” you laugh, carding your fingers through his hair.

“good,” he mumbles sleepily. “they should be.”

you glance down at your drunk genius of a boyfriend and grin. yep. definitely keeping him.

NISHIMURA RIKI

“don’t act like you’re drunk,” you roll your eyes, witnessing the tall boy intentionally falter in his steps in front of you, his skateboard pushed to the side.

he grins up at you, eyes gleaming with mischief. “but what if i was drunk,” he says, voice slurred for effect, “and i still skated better than everyone here?”

you cross your arms. “you’re going to break your neck.”

he gasps, clutching his heart. “have a little faith in your man.”

“my man is an idiot.”

“an adorable idiot,” he adds with a wink, already hopping back on the board, swaying ridiculously. “c’mon, it’ll be fun. pretend i’m wasted and you’re my responsible girlfriend guiding me home.”

“riki,” you groan, trying not to laugh as he rolls in a lazy zigzag down the sidewalk.

“catch me if i crash!” he yells.

you sprint after him, already knowing how this ends—with riki tripping over a curb, both of you in a heap on the grass, and him laughing with that stupidly cute grin, arms around you like it was all part of the plan.

“see?” he pants. “told you it’d be fun.”

and yeah—you kind of can’t argue with that.

스루 ܃ i kinda wrote this fast, so i don't think it's my best work TT nonetheless, i hope you enjoy ! 🎀

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[yuonse]

‎ 𝗠𝗜𝗥𝗥𝗢𝗥  𝗦𝗟𝗨𝗧 ✦  𝗦.𝗝𝗬

‎ 𝓲 𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗇'𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇' 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝖽𝗆𝗂𝗋𝖾?

심재윤 as your bf who makes you watch ! ⭑ ── wc. 349 ୨ৎ mature drabble ✧ w. smut ( 18+ mdni! ) , praise , pet names , unprotected p in v

‎ ꒰◞ ˕ ◟꒱ REBLOG FOR CUDDLES !

if there's one thing about jake, it's that he's a whore for mirror sex. but how could he not be? he adores the view in the reflection—mirror fogging up slightly, your teary face staring back as you both watch his cock disappear inside you, heavy grunts and cries filling the room.

"you see that, sweetheart? see how perfect you look on my cock?" he says, hips snapping into your ass as his cock presses deep into you.

"m-mhmm.." you manage, trying your best to keep your eyes locked on the reflection, but it becomes harder as he hits your sweet spots, making your head fall onto your arm.

"don't look away, baby. so pretty like this," he breathily grunts, and it's enough to make your head lift again, eyes low and glassy as you watch yourself getting fucked dumb.

every sharp cry that leaves your mouth lines up with the wet sounds echoing around you, your slick coating his length as he thrusts in and out. "fuck, you hear that? you’re so wet, baby," he groans, getting off on how messy you sound, how soaked you are just from him.

"j-jake.. have to cum!" you scream out, nails clawing at the marble counter as the knot in your stomach tightens, your pussy clenching desperately around him, legs trembling with every stroke.

he takes that as his cue to drive his cock deeper inside you, voice low yet shaky as more praises fall from his lips. "that’s it, let go f’me. let me see my pretty girl cum all over this cock."

"ngh—shit!" you whimper, gasping softly, cheeks stained with tears as your orgasm hits.

"mmfuck—there you go.. fuckin’ perfect, angel," he moans, watching your cum drip from your core onto the tiled floor, his thrusts slowing as he pulls out and spills himself across your back.

"my little mirror slut," he smirks, still breathless as his eyes flick back to the mirror, savoring the sight of your wrecked state.

his upper body lowers down, chest warmly pressed against your back while he presses a soft kiss on your shoulder.

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[yuonse]

any jake hard thoughts lately?

i feel like i’ve written smth like this already ngl but thinking about jake who just doesn’t know when to quit when you’re sucking him off.

he just goes CRAZY, his hands firm on the back of your head. he’s relentless and doesn’t even realize the way you’re gagging and coughing and drooling and struggling to breathe around his length. all he feels is your throat clenching around him and how warm and wet it is, how good it feels.

“oh my g—you’re so fucking good, baby,” he praises, eyes rolling into the back of his head.

your eyes are clenched shut and you’re trying desperately to breathe through it, but he’s fucking your mouth so hard, it’s nearly impossible.

“you’re so perfect,” he goes on. “my girl is so perfect, just made for me, weren’t you? mmm, oh my god.”

you love the praise. you can feel yourself dripping in your pants because his words are so hot and he’s so hot. his face is sweaty, his hair is sticking to his forehead. his cheeks are all red and his mouth is open like a panting dog.

you want to keep going. you want to push yourself farther for him, but you can’t breathe.

you pinch his hand and he finally relents, pulling his cock out of your mouth. only then does he open his eyes and look down at you, realizing there are tears streaming down your red face and drool dripping down your chin.

“fuck, are you okay?” he asks, a panic to his voice.

he cradles your face in his hands.

“yeah,” you tell him, smiling in reassurance. “just need to breathe.”

he lets you take back control for a minute, licking and sucking his dick at your own pace. he tells himself he’ll calm down, be more gentle with you.

but it’s only a few minutes later that he’s back into it and he can’t help himself again. he’s drilling his cock in and out of your mouth and nothing else matters except for the giant load he’s about to release down your throat.

[yuonse]

i want to castrate myself

[yuonse]

LOYALTY TEST ♪

𝗣𝗥𝗘𝗖𝗜𝗦 texting from a different number ──────✿ enhypen x f!r ( ≧ᗜ≦) fluff, texts ✶

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[yuonse]

CHASE YOU 、 sjy

𝗔𝗟𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗡𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗩𝗘𝗟𝗬────𝗃𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗆 𝖼𝖺𝗇’𝗍 𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗋𝗎𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗌𝗈 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎

❪ 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐂𝒾𝐒 ❫ ｡ 𝖻𝗂𝗄𝖾𝗋!𝗌𝗃𝗒 𝗑 𝖿!𝗋 1OOO 𓂋 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿 ✿‎ 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉 贅沢 ／ 𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐙𝐈𝐍𝐄

★REBLOG4KISS

jake’s bike roared up the college driveway, the unmistakable purr of the engine making you freeze on the steps. your heart stumbled in your chest — no way. no way was he here. not after the fight last week, not after you’d sworn you were done.

but there he was, helmet under his arm, dark hair tousled, leather jacket unzipped, grinning like the smug, reckless idiot you claimed to hate.

“skipping class today, sunshine?” he called, voice lazy and amused.

you stiffened. “what are you doing here?”

“picking you up, obviously.” he sauntered closer, eyes gleaming. “thought you’d stop being stubborn by now, but…” his lips curved into that infuriating smirk, “…guess i’ll help you along.”

your fingers tightened around your books. “we’re not even speaking, jake.”

“oh, come on.” he bumped your shoulder lightly, fingers sliding the books out of your arms like it was nothing. “you gonna make me beg, baby?”

you hated how your pulse jumped. hated how easily he slipped under your skin, how his cologne — sharp, a little smoky — made your stomach flutter. when he tipped your chin up with a single finger, your heart almost stopped.

“get on,” he murmured, nodding toward the bike.

with a frustrated huff, you let him tug you along. he fastened the helmet under your chin, thumbs brushing your jaw a little too softly, gaze lingering a little too long.

the ride was a blur — wind rushing past, your arms wrapped tight around him, the steady rumble of the engine beneath you. it was reckless, it was stupid, it was everything you’d sworn you’d walk away from — and yet here you were, pressing your cheek to his back, closing your eyes, pretending you didn’t feel safe there.

he pulled off at a quiet overlook outside town, gravel crunching under the tires. when you clambered off, legs shaky, he shot you a knowing grin, running a hand through his hair.

“so,” he drawled, stepping closer, “miss me?”

“you wish.” you crossed your arms. “we literally fought last week.”

“yeah, i remember.” his grin widened, smug. “you stormed out, crying about how you were done with me. real dramatic, sunshine.”

your cheeks flamed. “shut up, jake.”

“nah, see…” he leaned in, voice dropping lower, “i can’t.” his fingers brushed your wrist, pulling back the sleeve of his jacket. “because you left something behind.”

your breath hitched. there, snug around his wrist, was your old black hair tie — the one you’d left in his room weeks ago, the one you’d dismissed with a careless, “keep it, i don’t care.”

“been wearing it ever since,” he said casually, even though his eyes sparkled with something softer, something that hit you right in the ribs.

“jake…” you whispered.

“yeah?”

“you’re such an ass.”

his grin deepened. “and yet here you are.”

before you could snap back, his hands were on your waist, pulling you flush against him. the bike’s cool metal pressed into your back as he caged you in, his mouth brushing yours in a kiss that was both teasing and greedy.

you whimpered, fingers fisting in his jacket, mind reeling. when you tried to pull away, breathless, he only chased you, lips finding yours again and again.

“jake—”

“hmm?” he murmured between kisses.

“we can’t—” each word came out shaky, and every time you tried to speak, he kissed you again — slow, lingering, laughing softly against your mouth.

“we can’t—” you protested weakly. kiss. “this is—” kiss. “so annoyin—” kiss, kiss, kiss. “you—” kiss.

you shoved at his chest, but he only caught your hands, twining your fingers with his as he kissed the corner of your mouth, then your jaw, then the tip of your nose.

“we’re supposed to be fighting,” you mumbled, breath hitching as his hands slipped under the hem of your shirt, palms warm against your waist.

“we can fight later,” he murmured, eyes crinkling at the corners as his grin softened. “right now, i’m busy kissing my girl.”

your heart lurched at the way he said it — like it was a fact, like it was something that had never changed, no matter how many times you’d tried to walk away.

“you keep doing this,” you whispered, closing your eyes as his forehead pressed to yours, “and i’ll never be able to stay mad at you.”

“that’s the idea, sunshine.” his thumb traced a lazy circle on your skin, eyes heavy-lidded, gaze fixed only on you. “you can’t outrun me, you know. i’ll always chase you.”

and as the sun dipped low, painting the sky in soft golds and pinks, you let yourself believe him. because standing there, tangled in his arms, his laughter ghosting over your mouth, his lips pressing soft, unhurried kisses over your skin — you finally understood that no matter how far you ran, no matter how hard you fought — he’d always, always find his way back.

and maybe, just maybe, you didn’t want to run anymore.

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[yuonse]

THANKYOU RICUTENESS

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[yuonse]

──── I'VE ALWAYS KNOWN . ↳ one shot // also part of the no doubt series !

✎ᝰ .ᐟ aka jake finally says it, even though he’s known it since…well, forever.

── sim jaeyun x f!reader ౨ৎ wc. 676 ⌗ the first 'i love you' :'), fluff, comfort <3

↳ IMPORTANT NOTE .ᐟ ── this is part of my no doubt series ─ a sequel series of short drabbles that take place after the events of my fic no doubt, and show jake & reader's relationship throughout their first year together (& how jake wins her trust & love back hehe) ── THIS CAN BE READ AS A ONE-SHOT, however, there will be some easter eggs if you've read no doubt before!

↳ addie's ✉ .ᐟ ── CHAT I THINK THIS ONE has to be my favorite one thus far...i'm gonna cry jake is so precious and i just love love & i love jakeyn </3 i listened to this is how you fall in love by jeremy zucker & chelsea cutler on repeat while drafting this and those are the vibes im going for...im gonna go cry now

It’s peaceful.

Too peaceful.

Suspiciously peaceful.

Because Jake hasn’t said a word in the last five minutes—which is an actual world record.

You glance to your side.

Jake’s hand is warm in yours.

His mind?

Somewhere else entirely.

It’s quiet. It’s late. The kind of the late where everything feels simpler. Softer. Where the streetlights begin to glow above you, where the river reflects the sky’s first stars. Where the only sound to the distant hum of the city around you is the crunch of your steps synced together.

And Jake is still. Not talking.

“You’re being uncharacteristically quiet,” you tease lightly, elbowing him gently. “Where did my boyfriend go?”

Jake lets out a breathy laugh—barely there—as he turns to you, shaking his head.

“I’m here,” he says, squeezing your hand tighter. “Just…thinking.”

Oh. 

You stop walking.

He stops with you. Looks at you.

Jake's always looking at you.

But this time, it’s charged.

You tilt your head, your voice soft, “Jake.”

And that’s when you see it.

The look in his eyes. It’s familiar—the one he has every time he looks at you. The kind that makes your heart skip and stutter because it’s not just fondness, it’s not just affection—it’s everything.

Everything unsaid wrapped into one glance.

Everything that makes your heart feel like it’s on the edge of something terrifyingly wonderful.

Everything that says every version of his life points straight to you.

Jake blinks, glances over to the river as if the waves might talk him out from what he’s about to do.

It does not.

He lets out one last exhale.

Looks at you again.

“I love you.”

Your heart stops.

Your brain short-circuits. Eyes wide. Stomach drops.

It takes you a full five seconds to process the words, and by the time you do—

Jake is already smiling.

Gentle. Beautiful. Knowing.

Like he expected your reaction.

“It’s okay,” he says quietly before you can even try to respond. “You don’t have to say anything. I just…wanted you to know.”

Your mouth opens. Then closes. Then opens again.

“I’ve known for a long time,” he continues, voice steady, warm, his eyes never leaving yours once. “Like, way before I even deserved to say it.”

He lets out a small chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck. His cheeks are pink. He runs his thumb over your knuckles back and forth as if to ground himself.

“And, honestly, I think you knew a long time ago too.”

You swallow hard.

Because yeah. You did.

Jake has always loved you in the way he softens his voice when he talks to you. In the way he never lets you walk on the side of the road. In the way he shows up, over and over again—no matter how many times you tried to build your walls up.

He lifts your intertwined hands to his lips and kisses your fingers, one by one, like he’s spilling his feelings out again—I love you, I love you, I love you.

“I just—I wanted you to know,” he murmurs, quieter this time. “No pressure. No expectations. Just…it’s yours. My heart. If you want it.”

And god, you break a little.

Because he means it. He means it.

He knows it. You know it.

You look at him—the boy who’s loved you so unapologetically, even when you weren’t sure if you deserved it yet.

And he waits.

Jake waits. Patient. Sure.

Then—you step forward and wrap your arms around his waist, burying your face into his chest, losing yourself completely to his warmth, his comfort, your home.

Jake exhales—something between a laugh and a breath of relief—and melts into you instantly, planting a kiss into your hair as he holds you tight.

When you finally pull away, your eyes meet his—and he’s already smiling. So soft. So tender. 

So yours. 

His eyes crinkle at the corners, full of something that feels like forever.

Jake doesn’t ask for anything more.

Doesn’t push.

He just reaches out, lacing his fingers through yours.

And then he keeps walking.

And you follow.

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[yuonse]

MY KIND OF WOMAN ✶ 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎

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HEESEUNG

your boyfriend feels like he is slowly losing all sense of sanity. as he peeks over at you standing in front of the bathrooms mirror— to busy getting yourself dolled up to merely notice a sign of his presence— he feels his mind slipping away from his fingers.

his leg is bouncing, at the same rate as his heartbeat. he bites down his lower lip, presses it against the higher one and tries to drift his eyes away from your lipstick brushing over your mouth. but he still wants it, he still wants to kiss you that bad.

the sound of his feet against the floor makes you turn your attention to his direction. he looks at you like he knows you are going to deny him again— which is true.

“go away,” you tell him with a laugh but he doesn’t listen. instead, he stops a few centimeters away from you and under your confused gaze, he starts to lower himself. “what are you doing?”

he is soon all the way down to his knees, with his hands clasped against one another in a way that reminds one of a prayer. he looks up at you with such wide bambi like eyes that you can’t help but laugh in disbelief, “pretty girl please,” he starts, voice pleading. “let me give you one kiss before you leave.”

you stay silent as heeseung begs a little more for a the smallest sign of affection. then you giggle as you say, “heeseung, get up,” and he listens. he steps closer to you, who wraps your arms around his neck. your lip combo can be ruined after all, “you are so stupid.”

JAY

the tension in the house welcomes your boyfriend the second his steps inside. it sends chills from the top of his nape down down to his spine. suddenly, his cravat is a little bit too tight around his neck and his hands are getting sweaty.

with his fingers around his cravat, making in a little bit more loose, he walks towards where you could be. “princess,” he calls out for you, following the light that erupts from the kitchen. you didn’t come open the door for him. “i’m home.”

jay likes to think that he didn’t hear your answer and that you didn’t ignore his greeting— but he knows better.

you don’t even grace him with a glance but his breath is still stolen by the sight of you. the smell of your conditioner took all over the kitchen and your skin glows due to the products of your cherished skin care routine. his eyes drags all over your pretty pajamas down to your shorts and your bare legs.

he gets closer to you, waiting for you to give him a little bit of attention. he sighs when you don’t, “can you at least look at me?” he feels like talking to a wall.

it feels like it’s a punishment for coming home too late. now he can’t kiss his pretty lover but he knows how to make things a little better.

and because jay is a real man who doesn’t mind being a little pathetic for his girlfriend, he gets on his knees in his expensive suit and takes your hands in his.

“princess, i’m sorry,” he says as he scoots closer. his puts your hands on his shoulders and puts his on your hips. he can’t help but find the way you furrow your brows extremely hot. “i’ll make it up to you, i promise.”

JAKE

he comes back home red in the face and teary eyed. due to the alcohol running in his system, he stumbles over every single furniture of the house. in the empty hall, he slurs your name in an attempt to call out for you.

you rush to him, “jake, are you okay?” you ask, your ends on his shoulders as he almost stumbles over his own feet. he takes him some time to realize that you are here, standing right in front of him.

his eyes shines even more when he looks at you. you can see your reflection in his growing tears, “my love,” his voice his shaky and wobbly. he doesn’t say anything more— only collapsing his body against yours.

his strong arms hold you firmly. he hides his face in your neck. you can swear that he starts to cry, even sobs a little from time to time while you hug him back. “what happened?”

he doesn’t respond but his grip on your becomes lighter and you feel is body getting lamb, as if he was melting against your warmth. he slides down until he is in front of your feet, on his knees.

he embraces your waist and rests his cheek against your stomach, “i missed you,” he sniffles. he tightens his embrace, “i missed you a lot.”

you pat the back of his head, “i missed you too.”

SUNGHOON

hey, you,” the tall man says after you open the door. he presents himself in a white tank top and black sweatpants. there is a big bag hoppped over his shoulder, indicating that he just came back from the gym.

you get on your tiptoes to kiss him as a greet him. then you go back on your feet properly and scan his buff form with a smile, “why do you but the gym everyday?” you ask, resting your arms on his naked arms. you squeeze his biceps. “you are already jacked.”

he smiles as you touch him. “are you feeling yourself?” well, yes. his question doesn’t make you stop and you keep on torturing his arms for a while before having pity for your boyfriend.

you step backwards to let him in. he steps closer to you, though, without closing the door behind him. he puts his large back on the floor, “i hit the gym just so i can—” he starts as he kneels in front of you.

he looks like a prince when he is down there, and that makes your heart skip a bit when your eyes lock with his. the look in his eyes and his goddamn smirk is anything but trustworthy.

“what are you doing?” you laugh nervously. then, you yelp when he hugs your thighs and hops you over his shoulder. as he starts to get up, you beat his back weakly, “put me down!”

he doesn’t. instead, he continues to talk while turning around and closing the door behind him, “—do that.”

SUNOO

“i don’t know,” you start hesitantly as you let yourself fall into the couch behind you. you bite your lower lip— glistening with your lipgloss— slightly before continuing, “i don’t like my face these days.”

your boyfriend can’t help but let a grimace creep on his face. not being your worries doesn’t matter, but because he think they don’t make sense. when he looks at you, all dressed up and glowing from head to toes, he is in disbelief.

“you’re beautiful,” he tells you before thinking. and he wonders, quietly, how anyone else can say otherwise. how someone so gorgeous can’t see her own beauty.

you huff, clearing trying yet failing to believe his words. “thank you,” your fingers tuck a hair strand behind your ear.

for a few seconds you are too busy avoiding his eyes and fidgeting with your fingers to notice that he has got closer to you. he stands in front of you, and when you finally notice, you are too embarrassed to look up.

he decides to find another way. he gets his knees on the floor, and cup your face tenderly. “look at me,” he smiles when you do. “you are so beautiful that you got a man on his knees for you, who else can say that?”

he brings your face closer to his own. he kisses your forehead while you laugh, then your nose, your cheeks until whispering against your mouth, “you are gorgeous, okay?”

he doesn’t let you go until you nod weakly.

JUNGWON

if there is one person who is a pain to take care of, it’s definitely your boyfriend.

you try to push him away off of you, but he groans and has the audacity to rearrange his position. “jungwon,” he whines when you try to get him off of you again. it’s not like you want to get up for the fun of it, or only because you can’t feel your body anymore, “i need to go buy you medication.”

he doesn’t budge. for a moment, you want to give up and let yourself be swallowed by the mattressunder you. but if he doesn’t take medication, he will be sick, even more annoying than usual. you tickle his stomach, he yelps a laugh. you take the advantage of his weakness to escape.

“no,” he says when you are already out of the bed. he grips into your arm but he is too weak to fight against your strength. your wrist slips away from his fingers, his torso out of the bed. he decides to get up completely and follow you.

“stay away,” you tell while you put your shoes on.

“why do you hate me?” he coughs in despair. then, he literally falls down to his knees. you hand flies to your mouth as he pleads, “i don’t need medication, i need you.”

you stay still for a few seconds. flabbergasted and amused by his antics, you put on your jacket, still. “i love you,” the man is still on his knees when you open the door. “please be normal when i come back.”

RIKI

“you cheated!” he exclaims, yanking his controller in the empty space next to him. he falls back against the couch’s backseat. his faces the ceiling, slowly processing his defeat, as you jump on the couch.

his allegations doesn’t phase you at all: how can anyone cheat at mario kart? perhaps, you did push him with your shoulder from time to time, but he did it back. “i won!” you remind him, cheerful. you don’t hide your mean smile when you continue, “get on your knees now.”

your boyfriend’s large hands fall to his thighs. he sends you a look that clearly asks you if you are being serious right now. “oh, come on,” you giggle at both him and the sight on the television. princess peach is happy to be first place, it seems. “it was part of the bet.”

riki sighs, slowly getting in up. he steps in front of you, “do you really want me to?” he laughs at how happily you nod to give him an answer.

slowly, he lowers himself. he is still tall, even when he is so prettily set on his knees. with a small grin, he looks up at you, “you are the only princess ever,” his eyes follow you when you sit down. “and i would do anything for you,” there is a small pause where he takes a deep breath, “really. now gimme a kiss.”

when such a beautiful man is on his knees asking for a kiss, it’s your job to make his wish come true.

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ENCOUNTER ─── neighbour jay

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“you’re my new neighbour, right?”

the low voice makes you turn around as your eyes meet with the tall man standing in front of you. your eyebrows furrow at the sight of him, you had never seen him in the two months of you moving into the new neighbourhood. however, the deep tone of his voice, mysterious impression and his lack of clothes intrigued you.

“yes that’s me, i moved in quite a while back.”

his eyes travel all the way from the tip of your toes until the smallest strand of hair on the top of your head before nonchalantly asking you, “do you want to come over, for a bit?”

you hesitated— a part of you wanted to go and explore his house, was he the type to let you see his room, would he ask you if you wanted to drink something, would he show you around explaining every nook and cranny of the house or was he just teasing you? but then, it hit you— you knew nothing about this mystery man expect for the fact that he was standing shirtless in front of you with the most deadass look on his face.

“do you have an answer or should i ask again, pretty girl.”

the nickname interrupts you from your thoughts and you embarrassingly nod at his question. ‘oh god, i’ve made a fool of myself ..’ you think as you look up to meet his eyes.

however to your surprise, his mouth slips a low chuckle— the sound low and rich, you find yourself wanting to hear it over and over again, and his mutters something under his breath so quiet only he could hear.

“you don’t need to come if you don’t want to. i’ll see you later, beautiful.”

and just like that he closes the door on you as you stand there, drowned in your thoughts. should you just take the risk and shamelessly ask to go in? or back away and come another day?

however in the midst of this, unconsciously, your hand reaches for his door and you knock. in less than two seconds the familiar man stands front of you again, it’s like deja vu.

“you’re back?” his face is covered in a smug grin as he not so obviously eyes you from the bottom down.

“i just wanted to let you know that i’ll come back, just not today.” you vaguely answer his question, avoiding any eye contact with him.

“i will be patiently waiting, and next time try look at my eyes when you speak, sweetheart.”

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HEESEUNG

“hi pretty, did you miss me?” his low drawl from beside your ear made you jump. when you catch the familiar voice you quickly school your expression into a scowl.

“what do you want, lee” you say with faux apprehension, even though your lips were twitching in amusement. heeseung tilts his head, sliding his hands into his pockets, “you.”

you sigh, rolling your eyes, slightly pushing past him before his arm slides to your wrist, “come on, angel, just one date? if you hate me after it you can humiliate me in front of the whole school.”

the offer sounds tempting, really, heeseung’s image was one of the things he always been serious about, “and if i don’t hate you?” you try, a flash of interest cross his pupils.

“if you don’t, then, maybe consider dating me?” he grins, pulling you closer by your arm. you press your hand on his chest and let your eyes linger there for a while before flicking up to his. your finger tracing lightly on the hard lines of his chest through the shirt before pulling away, leaving him flustered, “we’ll see.”

JAY

“you know, you’re quite good for a newbie,” you look up from your guitar notes splayed out in front of you, jay’s figure towering over yours. he pulls a chair near you and invites himself to your space.

a small pout forms on your lips, “you’re assuming i’ve never played before.” jay’s eyes go wide and he stumbled over his words, “wait, that’s not— i was— i didn’t mean it like that! i was just—“ he cuts himself short when your laughter fills the space.

and god, does he want to bottle that sound for himself to keep. your chuckles die down, before you smile at him, “i was just messing with you, and, thank you by the way. my skills are kinda rusty, but i’m trying.”

“i can teach you,” jay blurts out before thinking. only a moment later after he saw your raised eyebrow and the amusement dancing across your eyes did he realize how eager he sounded, “i mean, if you want of course— i’m willing to help you.”

you smile at him, “okay then, see you..?” you trail off, suddenly jay feels stupid for never introducing himself to you, “jay.”

your smile widens at that, “alright, nice to meet you, jay.”

JAKE

“need some help there?” jake smiles watching you struggle with a question. you press your lips together, albeit your heart was starting to pick up its pace.

“no, i’m fine,” you quip. a second later, you feel him slip into the seat beside you anyway. you sigh when you feel him staring at you, “i said i could do—“

your words get caught in your throat, he’s looking at you with that stupid smile of his. grinning so wide that you were contemplating on whether to disappear or to just kiss it away. maybe then he’d be the flustered one.

“hm? you staring now, pretty?” he says, and you quickly look away. brain trying to make sense of the words you’re reading. but when you feel him slide closer to you, slowly grabbing the pen out of your hand. he writes down the formula for you without a word. all you can think about is how warm his hand is when it brushes over your own.

SUNGHOON

“you make this look so easy,” you say, attempting to balance on the ice. sunghoon, whose a few steps away from you just strides comfortably.

“that’s because i’ve had years of practice,” he retorts. you told him you could do this yourself and even though he’s pretty sure you can’t, he let you go and silently watch you from afar.

“hey, actually this might not be that—“ your foot slips in the ice and you were bracing for impact until you feel a hand on your waist, grounding you, “steady” you feel his voice by your ear.

sunghoon helps you balance yourself again and glide back to the edges, stepping back on land. “you okay” he asks, brushing off the ice that got on your leg. just then did you realize that his hand hasn’t untangle itself from yours.

SUNOO

you feel his hand before you see him, your hair being ruffled into a jumbled mess. you pout, letting out a soft groan when feel him plop down beside you.

“morning sunshine,” he smiles, holding back a laugh at you very visible pout. your hands come up to pat down at the ruse, “i just brushed it a few minutes ago, do you always need to greet me that way?”

“i was trying to distract you,” he says, eyes twinkling. you deadpan at him, “from what, my piling stacks of homework?” the unfinished paper stares back at you mockingly.

sunoo chuckles, voice soft, “exactly, winding down for a minute won’t hurt.” you bite your lip thoughtfully. and he thinks it’s unfair how you look so pretty even when you’re running on a few hours of sleep and probably too many energy drinks.

he hears you sigh and mumble out a ‘fine’ before laying your head on his chest. sunoo freezes for a moment before letting his hand carve through your hair. “you’re warm,” you mumble and he’s already planning on not moving an inch for as long as you stay there.

JUNGWON

for once, jungwon wished you’d congratulate him. he watches you talk with the others and hug your friends right after they got their awards for winning the debate competition. so when you reach him, he was looking at you expectantly. he adorns a tiny smirk and a raised eyebrow.

“nice play, yang,” was the only thing you said before moving on to talk to the girl beside him but he stops you, “that’s the only thing you’re gonna say to me?”

it was quite comical seeing his face fall, the glasses on his nose sliding off a bit before he pushes it back up and stare at you with a pout.

“what else do you want me to say?” you muse, crossing your arms over your chest, watching him open his mouth and close it again before huffing. “i don’t know— you were congratulating the others, don’t i deserve one too?”

you let the silence fall over you. the reverence of what he said lingering in the air. for a moment, jungwon regretted ever saying anything. but then, you laugh. and god was it pretty.

“congratulations, won, you did good,” you smile, brushing up his glasses that has fallen once again. jungwon’s eyes follow you as you move on to the next person. well now he simply just needs to win every competition there is, only if it means having you congratulate him.

RIKI

“don’t get used to it,” you scoff. at your voice, riki turns to see you smiling, handing a cold bottle to one of his teammates. the guy’s hand comes up to ruffle your hair playfully and you quickly slap it off.

“your dirty hands are gonna mess up my hair,” you say before glancing to your side. “oh, hey ki,” you catch the slight frown on his lips. he disregards you for a moment before turning to his teammate, “coach called you.”

“really? i didn’t hear—“ he quickly cuts off, “he told me.” you catch the tone, it was unnecessarily sharp. when riki turns to you, you have your own pout.

“what was that for?” you say, his eyes flicker from your lips back to your eyes. “why’d you fetch him water?” he lets slip, lips pursing right after.

your brows furrow, and then a second later it relaxes and your eyes widen like something had just dawned on you, “you’re jealous.”

riki frowns at that, “what? no i’m not, why would i be?” he doesn’t stop there, “it’s just, why would you get him water out of nowhere, do you owe him some—“ you cut him off by pressing a kiss to his cheek. pulling away as quick as you did and chuckle at him like nothing happened, “dont worry, he’s my brother.”

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LEE HEESEUNG

“so, you won’t talk to me at all?” heeseung pouts, staring at your back as you sit away from him on the couch, busy on some magazines. you flip through a page, the glossy sound a poor cover for the ache in your heart.

he sighs soft and slow, you hear the rustle of his socks against the carpet as he inches closer.

“y/n…” heeseung’s voice cracks as he calls out your name like a prayer, “i didn’t mean to lash out. i was angry— no, i was dumb. and i hurt you, i know.”

you stiffen, his words cutting deeper through you than he intended. heeseung notices.

he walks around, kneeling in front of you on the couch as his warm palms make contact with your knees, which pulls a gasp out of you. his eyes search your face—eyes rimmed with regret, his brows drawn together. “please look at me.”

your lips tremble, “you said that i make everything harder. that i’m exhausting.”

heeseung’s face crumples, heart beating faster in his ears as he feels his throat going dry, “i didn’t mean it. i was overwhelmed, but that doesn’t excuse anything.” he rests his forehead on your lap. “i love you. even when things are messy. especially then.”

you hesitate. then slowly tread your fingers through his hair. his grip around your waist tightens, “i’m never letting you go.”

PARK JONGSEONG

jay makes sure his footsteps are soft enough as he enters the kitchen like a cat— sneaking up behind you and wrapping your waist with his hands, his head resting on your shoulders.

“jay, what—” you gasp at his suddenness, pausing all your actions, “let go jay, i’m working.”

“i could help,” he whispers softly against your neck, lips warm on your skin, “tell you that i’m sorry?”

you lean into his touch involuntarily, his hair tickling your cheeks, “you always do this.”

“and i mean it everytime,” jay sighs. he guides your own hands as he holds them in his, slowly slicing the apples on the counter. “i’m sorry, darling. i meant none of it, i was just tired and well, i was being a jerk.”

you breathe in the sight, it’s impossible to stay angry at park jongseong. “and what if i’m still not impressed?”

jay laughs, sending a sweet vibration through your body as he presses soft kisses along your shoulders and neck, upto your jaw.

“then i’ll keep apologizing,” he murmurs, nuzzling closer, “until you are.”

you turn your head slightly, lips brushing his in the softest kiss, lingering.

“you’re such a menace,” you whisper.

“your menace,” jay smiles against your mouth, arms never letting go, the fruit knife long forgotten.

SIM JAEYUN

you glance at the collection of tulips,.baby breath, roses and what not. bouquets on your desk, on the bed, even a trail leading to where he stands.

“what is all this?” you ask, crossing your arms, your brows furrowed, refusing to let the flowers soften you just yet, “you think flowers can fix however you acted last night?”

jake shifts in his place, clearly uncomfortable of his behaviour. slowly, he takes a step towards you, “no, of course not. but i was afraid of approaching you.”

you roll your eyes, trying to ignore his pleading eyes and your favourite flowers laid out in front of you.

he swiftly picks up a single red rose from a bunch, and towers in front of you in no time. you don’t dare to look at him, and he prays to the universe that you do.

jake slowly gets down on one knee, holding the rose out to you with both hands like it’s everything he has.

“i messed up,” he murmurs, gaze unwavering. “but i swear, i’ll never let my temper speak louder than my love for you again.”

your breath hitches. he offers the rose gently. “please… just don’t walk away from me.”

you take the rose, eyes finally meeting his—and in that quiet beat, he stands up, pressing the softest kiss to your lips.

“i’m still mad,” you whisper.

he smiles. “i know.”

PARK SUNGHOON

sunghoon inches closer to you as the bed dips under his weight, waking you up.

“why- why are you here?” you groan in your drowsy state, hair disheveled as you look at sunghoon next to you— eyes puffy, lips swollen with a tired smile playing on it.

he was crying. “i couldn’t sleep,” he confesses, pushing a strand of hair behind your ears, “and… i missed you. come back to our bed?”

you sigh, heart softening at the sight of him—eyes red, voice fragile.

“hoon…” you whisper, reaching up to cup his cheek, thumb brushing beneath his eye. “don’t cry.”

“i messed up,” he murmurs, leaning into your touch, eyes fluttering closed. “i said awful things. i hate myself for it.”

you shift closer, wrapping your arms around him, pulling him down beside you. “you’re here now,” you whisper, forehead pressing to his. “we’re okay.”

he exhales shakily, arms curling around your waist as he buries his face in your neck.

“i’m sorry,” he whispers again, lips brushing your skin as he holds you tight. prepping kisses all over as he traces shapes on your back, “i’m so sorry, princess. i love you, so so much.”

KIM SUNOO

“but you don’t like chocolate,” you murmur softly as you pick around the ice cream with your spoon.

“anything for you,” sunoo says, giving you a smile which was both nervous and hopeful, “i think i deserve this punishment.” he takes a bite out of his own chocolate ice cream.

he scoops a bite of his chocolate ice cream and eats it, face scrunching immediately at the bitterness.

you try to suppress your laughter, but it comes out anyways as you punch his forearm, “sunoo! you don’t have to suffer through chocolate for me—”

“oh, no,” sunoo scoffs, pulling the bowl of chocolate closer to him in desperation, “i made you angry and…called you mean, i deserve this.”

you stifle a laugh. “you look like you’re in pain.”

“i am,” he says dramatically, placing a hand over his heart. “but i’d rather eat a hundred bowls of this than go another minute with you mad at me.”

you set your spoon down and reach for his hand across the table. “you don’t need to suffer through chocolate, dummy. you just need to be honest with me next time.”

his fingers curl around yours, a soft sigh leaving his lips.

“deal,” he whispers, leaning in to gently kiss your knuckles.

YANG JUNGWON

“i can’t stand you crying,” jungwon gulps, his own throat aching as he notices your tear-stricken cheeks. “drink some water, please?”

you sniffle, taking the water bottle from him as he sits down beside you. “can i touch you?”

you want to say no after the argument you had with him, after he made you sob on your own. but god, it’s the way he never lets you go through anything alone, and it's the way he notices everything— melts your heart every time.

“yes,” you whisper.

jungwon sighs out of relief, not wasting a second before he pulls you into his lap, surprising you, as he wraps his arms tightly around you.

“i’m sorry,” he breathes, barely louder than the hum of your shaky breaths. “i should’ve listened. i should’ve stayed.”

you stay quiet, the comfort of his hold unraveling the tight knot in your chest.

“i hate that i made you cry,” he whispers, arms tightening slightly around your waist. “i know sorry isn’t enough, but... i’ll make it right. just don’t shut me out, please.”

his voice cracks at the end, and you turn your head slightly, just enough to see the sorrow in his eyes.

your lips meet his in a soft, trembling kiss—slow, searching, tender. his hand cups your cheek, thumb brushing a tear away as he kisses you again, like a silent vow.

NISHIMURA RIKI

“the punching bag didn’t upset you, did it?” riki gets startled by your words, turning quickly on his heels to meet you.

“y/n?” he whispers, almost running towards you as he towers over your nervous and disturbed figure. “are you finally… not mad at me?”

you huff, hesitating to touch him. “if i didn’t come to you, all this useless boxing would go on forever.”

riki knows that. he hates himself the most when you’re mad at him, and finds his solace in overworking himself. “do you..still hate me?” his voice cracks.

“no, riki. we solved it already,” you give in and cup his face, “we were both messed up and, i forgot about it. i let it go.”

riki leans into your touch, walking closer as he kisses the corner of your lips. once, twice and then you lose count as he pulls you in by the waist. “i’m still sorry though,” he whispers, voice full of guilt, “let me make it up to you, doll?”

스루 ܃ couldn’t sleep, so i locked in for this. heh .. can’t have sru nation starving 💌

© bywons, 2025 div ctto —taglist open ! nets. @/k-labels @kflixnet @k-films

[yuonse]

──── ONLY YOU . ↳ one shot // also part of the no doubt series !

✎ᝰ .ᐟ aka the party, the ex, and the moment you realize jake is exactly where he wants to be.

── sim jaeyun x f!reader ౨ৎ wc. 861 ⌗ angst (a lil), the ex, mentions of the ex scene (this is for all you no doubt ex scene lovers i traumatized─this is my apology to you), mentions of insecurities & doubt, but then comfort :')

↳ IMPORTANT NOTE .ᐟ ── this is part of my no doubt series ─ a sequel series of short drabbles that take place after the events of my fic no doubt, and show jake & reader's relationship throughout their first year together (& how jake wins her trust & love back hehe) ── THIS CAN BE READ AS A ONE-SHOT, however, there will be some easter eggs if you've read no doubt before!

↳ addie's ✉ .ᐟ ── sooo...so far this series has been all fluff & lighthearted & all that fun handy dandy stuff...until this one. not saying this one isn't fluff, but it's more so realistic. because of course, y/n still has her remnants of doubt & fear lingering within, especially after how hurt she was in no doubt. but all she needs is a lil reassurance from her favorite boy :') and he's more than willing to give it to her.

You’re not proud of it.

The way your heart speeds up—anxiously, irrationally, helplessly.

The way your fingers tighten around the drink in your hand.

The way your jaw clenches when your eyes lock onto her from across the crowded room.

Jenn.

Of course she’s here. Because the universe has a horrible sense of humor—and, apparently, a personal vendetta against you.

The party is alive all around you, music echoing, bodies swaying, lights flashing—but it all fades into nothingness as you watch her slip through the crowd.

And she’s smiling, laughing, existing—and, worst of all, getting closer.

Not to you, no.

To Jake.

To Jake, who told you to stay put while he grabs drinks for the both of you.

To Jake, who’s now swallowed up somewhere in the crowd, just far enough to feel out of reach.

And no matter how much you blink, no matter how hard you fight the rising heat in your chest, all you can do is watch.

You don’t even realize you’re holding your breath until you see her reach for him.

An all-too-familiar lean-in.

An all-too-familiar smile.

And suddenly, you’re back there.

Back to the last party, the last time you saw them together, the last time you let yourself believe that Jake was—

No. No, stop it.

This is different. You know it is. You know him.

But knowing doesn’t stop the sinking feeling in your chest.

You think you might be sick.

You look away, swallowing the lump forming in your throat, forcing yourself to calm down, please, calm down—

“Hey.”

Jake’s voice.

Right there.

You blink up, startled, and—wait, when did he even get here?

He’s standing right in front of you now, brows furrowed, concern bleeding into every line of his face.

“Y/N,” he says, voice quieter now. “What’s wrong?”

His eyes flicker over your face like he knows.

Like he sees it.

And you hate that. You hate that he sees you so well.

Knows you.

Hate that he’s the only one who ever has, and the only one who ever will.

You force out a shaky laugh, “Nothing, I—”

“Y/N.”

His voice says your name like a plea, and your stomach twists.

You glance past him, where Jenn is still standing—watching, waiting.

Waiting for him.

You drop your gaze, “It’s okay, really. You don’t have to—”

“I do.”

You freeze, your eyes shooting up to his. His own concerned ones, searching yours so, so desperately.

Jake exhales sharply, running a hand through his hair, then—before you can react—he grabs your free hand and pulls you through the crowd.

You don’t even get a chance to protest before you’re being led out of the party, past the music and the people and this stupid, suffocating doubt in your chest.

“Jake—”

He doesn’t stop.

Not until you’re both outside on the balcony, the crisp city air hitting you fast—cold and grounding, like a harsh wake-up call, the only sound being the muffled bass from behind the doors.

And then—Jake turns to you.

His grip on your hand tightens, like he’s making sure you don’t run.

“Look at me.”

Your heart skips a beat.

But you do. Slowly.

His other hand comes up to your jaw, his touch warm against your skin, his thumb brushing softly at your cheek and tilting your face towards his own.

He lets out an exhale.

“Y/N,” his voice is quiet—but real. “I need you to hear this, okay?”

You nod, barely breathing.

“You know it’s you. Always been you,” his voice is steady. Sure. Heartbreakingly true. “I don’t care about the past. I don’t care about anyone else. And I need you to believe that.”

Your throat tightens. Your eyes sting.

“I do, I just—”

“You don’t,” Jake’s voice wavers a little, but his grip doesn’t. “Not yet. And that’s okay. But I need you to know I’m not going anywhere. I’m not giving up when you doubt it. When you doubt me. I’ll show you, again and again, it’s only you.”

He pauses. His thumb swipes under your eye, catching the tear you didn’t even realize slipped out.

“I’ll remind you. Until you don’t need reminding anymore.”

You let out a shaky breath, but you can’t look away. From how honest he looks. From how serious he means it.

It’s too much.

It’s everything.

Jake studies you, studies the battle in your expression. Then—he softens, his mouth quirking into the smallest, gentlest smile.

“And if it helps,” he adds, leaning in like it’s a secret just for you, “I’m pretty sure she got the idea I’m actively avoiding her now.”

You choke out a laugh.

He grins, thumb swiping away another tear that escaped you instinctively, “There you are, pretty.”

And the way he says it—like he missed you, like he’s been waiting for you to come back to him—makes your heart break open in the best way.

But not in the painful way it used to.

In the way that feels like oh.

This is what love feels like.

And Jake—Jake watches you carefully, eyes flickering over your face, not saying anything else.

Just waiting.

Waiting for you.

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[yuonse]

FOCUS .. TA sunghoon fucking you

SUNGHOON x f!r ❔ smut, unprotected sex, sir kink, sunghoon is older but not too old, mdni 18+ —4OO+

int. hes so hot

thinking of TA sunghoon whose favorite student is you. you with your short skirts and tight clothes, that hugs your body leaving nothing to the imagination.

your tits that sit so perfectly, almost spilling out over your way too small top. sunghoon tries to not look at your ass when you’re bending down to grab a paper that fell. but how could he when its so round and pretty, practically begging for attention?

he would call you up after class to ‘discuss the topic further’ but end up bent over on his desk, tits pressed on the surface.

your cheek is pressed on the cool surface of the table, ass up. his hands are on your hips, gripping it tight. “fuck- you’re so tight,” he groans.

his length moves in and out of you, tip kissing your cervix with each deep thrust. you feel so full, getting fucked dumb by your TA’s cock.

“sunghoon-“ you manage to breathe out before your mouth part, gasping, a loud smack followed by a sting lands on your ass. “it’s sir to you.”

“sorry, sir—fuck,” you moan out, it feels so good, you feel his hands spread you further apart, reaching impossibly deeper into you. “use your words, what do you want, baby, hm?”

your head is too fuzzy, to full of the feeling of him inside you. “need you,” you choke out, you feel his hand sliding down to your neck, fingers slowly applying slight pressure.

“such a good girl for me,” he hums, his snapping into you, his hungry eyes lingering on your ass bouncing with each thrust. “you gonna let me cum inside you, pretty girl?”

you nod quickly, back arching further into the table while you feel him thrust into you harder, deeper. sunghoon grunts, hips twitching before you feel your insides go warm with his release.

his hands go down to your pussy and massage your clit with his cock still in. the sensation overstimulates you, “sir— i’m gonna,” you fail to finish the sentence when the knot in your stomach finally snaps, your voice cracks in pleasure.

sunghoon slides his hand out and cradles your jaw, smearing your cum on your face. his lips find yours, kiss deep and slow. you feel his tongue teasing your bottom lip before biting down on it. you groan, allowing his tongue to slip in.

“fuck, you’re so hot” he says against your mouth when he pulls away. he lingers for a moment before straightening up, and tugging back his pants.

“i’ll see you again this weekend, pretty girl,” he drawls walking out the room. not before sliding your panties into his pocket.

[yuonse]

𝗘𝗦𝗖𝗔𝗣𝗘 ──── 𝗱𝗿𝖾𝖺𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗒𝗈𝗻𝗱