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୨ৎ — leaving (lhs)

pairing. brother’s bff! lee heeseung x fem! reader genre. est. relationship + hurt n comfort + suggestive end wc. 2290 notes. ft. older brother! jay library.

🗯️ extra peng note. guys it’s almost the end of the year for school this year ou it’s over for me next year…

synopsis. ?

it’s barely nine and you are already in bed.

the lights are off as you wrap yourself in your duvet, hugging the plushie your boyfriend had recently bought you.

your eyes fluttered shut due to fatigue from your crying for the past two hours.

as you nearly drifted to dreamland you heard your bedroom door creak open. too lazy to say anything, assuming it was your older brother jay or your parents, you continued to try and fall asleep in hopes they would leave after seeing your eyes shut.

footsteps continued to walk towards your bed after the door shut.

before you knew it the bed dipped and you were being pulled towards someone’s chest.

you knew who it was.

“hee?” you whispered into the darkness.

“hi baby,” he leans down to kiss your head. “how have you been?”

in all honesty, you have been avoiding your boyfriend for the past week. well, avoiding him in person. you still answered his texts and calls but it didn’t take a genius to notice how off you sounded. though it was easy to not see him at school since he was busy with end-of-the-year things before he finally graduated high school.

leaving you behind.

“okay,” you mumble into your sheets, back turned to him.

you hear him sigh as he flips you around in his hold so that you’re facing him.

the room is dark and silent. you look up at heeseung’s face that was illuminated by the moonlight peeking through your curtain and you feel your throat close up.

“____,” heeseung brings a hand to your hair. “i know you’ve been avoiding me,” he says with sadness in his voice.

you hated when he called you by your first name, as opposed to the pet names you’re used to.

heeseung was stressed. it’s his last week at the same school as his girlfriend and she acted like she didn’t know him every time they passed in the halls.

he knew something was up as soon as you started staying out on days when he told you he was coming over. 

especially since you had heeseung send you his schedule at the start of every month so you could plan your hangouts with friends accordingly. always making sure to find time in the week to spend with heeseung.

you were clingy and heeseung adored you for it.

always coming into your brother’s room while he was hanging out with your boyfriend with pointless questions just so you could catch a glimpse of heeseung. always texting him and urging him to fake going home sooner because you missed him and needed him to hold you after a long day.

though, there were many times heeseung had to reassure you that he did not mind your clingy tendencies. 

at the very start of your relationship, you would go days without talking to him in fear you were too much. but he quickly assured you that he didn’t mind how you stuck to his side whenever out of your brother’s sight.

it’s happened a handful of times throughout your relationship but heeseung was always quick to shut down your insecurities as soon as he felt something was off. 

he never wanted you to think you could be a bother in any way to him. 

the first time you distanced yourself from heeseung was around the three-month mark of your relationship. 

for a week, every time heeseung snuck himself in your bedroom, you would not talk if it wasn’t necessary. even going all the way to saying you did not have any energy for a sleepover even though all you had to do was be cooped up in heeseung’s arms.

heeseung was not having it, he wanted you two to last and had to find out what was wrong so that he could be a good boyfriend and help you.

that night was the first night heeseung had ever told you that he loved you.

the first time anyone had ever told you they romantically loved you. 

you cried a lot that night and heeseung wiped many of your tears for you.

he was so sincere but you're only human and you found yourself wondering if you were too much every so often.

but heeseung read you like an open book and knew you like the back of his hand. he always kissed away your troubles and ensured you knew just how much love he held for you.

so once he noticed that when he would come to your house, to see jay, and to see you after that you would always conveniently be out, he thought something of the sort was happening again. 

“no, i’m not,” you try to respond confidently, but your voice cracks.

“you can’t lie to me,” heeseung sighs, running his hand through your hair as you two stare at each other.

“you’re busy,” you argue. “if anything you're the one avoiding me.” you try and shift the blame on him.

“i want to spend time with my girlfriend,” heeseung retorts. “but she’s never home when i’m over.”

“i’m just making sure jay doesn’t catch you,” you pout.

“doll, you’ve never once been concerned about him catching us.”

“it’s never to late to be precautious!” you joke, only for heeseung to keep his tight-lipped and straight face expression.

“did i do something wrong?” heeseung questions.

“no, not all!” you panic, furiously shaking your head. “i think it’s me.”

“what do you mean?”

“it’s stupid,” you whisper. “are you sleeping over?” you digress.

“if it’s okay with you,” he draws you in closer by your waist. “but tell me what's wrong, please?”

“it’s really dumb,” you awkwardly laugh, lightly pushing him on the shoulder. “we should just sleep.”

“it’s not even ten yet,” heeseung replies. “baby, just tell me.”

you sigh in defeat.

“i’ve been avoiding you because i’m scared you’re going to break up with me soon,” your voice barley above a whisper.

“what?” he asks dumbfounded. “why would i do that?”

“see i told you it was dumb- can we watch a movie?” you slowly sit up, reaching for your remote on your side table over heeseung’s shoulder.

he catches your wrist and brings himself to sit up next to you. faces now dangerously close.

“first you’re going to tell me why you would ever think that,” heeseung holds both of your wrists in his hand.

“i told you it was just a stupid thought!” you look at the window. “can we please just drop it, hee?”

“just be honest with me,” heeseung cups a hand on your cheek to make you look at him.

“um,” you clear your throat, staring into your boyfriend’s concerned eyes. “i mean most guys probably don’t want to go to college with a girlfriend. especially not one that’s still in high school, you know?”

“that doesn’t apply to me though,”

“i don’t know,” you stuttered. “like the girls there are older than me and way-”

“but they aren’t you,” heeseung interrupts, pushing your hair behind your ears. “why are you thinking about this?”

“well, it’s what happened to my friend last year,” you tell him, making eye contact with him again.

“i promise that won’t happen to us,” heeseung brings you into a hug. “don’t overthink like this baby.”

“sorry,” you apologize, starting to sniffle. “i’m not saying you’re a bad boyfriend. i’m just paranoid. soon enough you’re going to be surrounded by so many beautiful girls that are probably better for you since you’re at the same point in life. i won’t even graduate till next year.”

you’ve started to softly sob into heeseung’s shoulder. you’ve completely disregarded the fact you missed him for the past week since your head was filled with doubts about whether or not you two would last when he goes off for university.

you don’t want to be some immature and insecure girlfriend, the one year apart is already enough for you, so you tried to distance yourself so it wouldn’t be such a drastic change when you’re without him. or for worse, if he were to break up with you before heading offz 

you’re going to have to start sitting with the random friend groups you filter through and not heeseung.

eating lunch with your boyfriend was your favorite part of the day since you never had classes with him and always had to sneak around with him. but now you have to go into true floater friend form and find people to eat with.

“i don’t want you to leave,” you cry, burying your face in heeseung’s neck and hugging him tightly.

“i don’t want to leave you either,” he says in your hair with a week voice. “i promise you we can do long distance, princess. i’ll come back every chance i get.”

“i’m sorry for avoiding you and saying you were going to break up with me,” you apologize once again, hiding your face in his neck. “i’m just really scared you’ll get bored of me when you’re surrounded by pretty girls that have more experience than me.”

“shh it’s okay,” heeseung holds you closer and plants a kiss on your head. “i’ll never get tired of you. you’re the prettiest girl and only girl for me.”

you pull back to look at your boyfriend with teary eyes. he reaches up to wipe your face dry and push your hair back behind your ears.

“soon enough you’ll be graduating, and when you graduate you’ll move in with me and we’ll go to uni together!” he leans down to kiss the corner of your lips.

you turn embarrassing red. flustered by his kisses despite how long you’ve been together.

“are you ever going to get used to my kisses?” heeseung laughs, pecking your lips once more before you can retreat to his neck.

“not when my boyfriend is so pretty,” you reply, muffled by the fabric of his hoodie.

you sit in a comfortable silence for a while until your boyfriend starts humming a tune. you don’t blame him though, if you had a voice as pretty as his you would never shut up. 

his hums accompanied by you kissing his neck every so often and biting down when he stops singing in protest.

the calm atmosphere is soon broken by your older brother bursting through your door.

heeseung forgot to lock the door.

“____?” jay says in disbelief at the second figure with you on your bed. “do you have a guy over?”

“um,” you get off of heeseung’s lap. “my boyfriend is here why?” you say nonchalantly as if your whole life wasn’t on the line if he turned the lights on.

“you? a boyfriend?” jay laughs. you can easily picture his cocky grin as his silhouette from the hallway light stares at you.

“yeah, now get out!”

“not until i see your-” jay reaches for the light switch and you and heeseung both look at each other in utter horror. “heeseung?!”

“hey, jay!” heeseung laughs, scratching the back of his neck.

“you’re dating my little sister?” jay angrily storms towards heeseung as he gets up from your bed.

“look i’m sorry i didn’t tell you sooner but i knew this is how you would react!” the older boy defends himself, keeping some distance between him and the other boy.

“how long have you been dating my sister?” jay asks in disbelief.

“a year,” you interject, coming from behind your boyfriend.

“what the fuck!” jay cussed as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

“jay shut up! mom and dad are sleeping!” you scold your older brother.

“they deserve to know this too,” jay crosses his arms, ready to bolt next door to wake up your parents like a toddler who had a nightmare.

“actually they already know!” heeseung chuckles.

“oh my god, you two are the worst.”

“okay surprise! now get out. i haven’t seen my boyfriend at all this week!” you whine, pushing your brother towards the door and grabbing heeseung’s hand after.

“and who’s fault is that?” heeseung quips, only for you to glare at him and drop his hand. “doll, i’m kidding!” he grabs you again.

“god, this is gross! can you wait for me to leave at least?” jay groans as he exits your bedroom.

“maybe you just need to be faster!”

“i’m going to bleach my eyes,” jay says with his palms blocking his vision. “but we are talking about this in the morning! now go to sleep! no funny business!”

“whatever!” you close the door in his face.

“that could have been worse?” heeseung stands infront of you when you spin around.

he walks closer to you until your back hits the door. his taller frame looming over you as he places his arms on either sides of your body.

“you know one week is a long time for us to be a part,” heeseung leans down and whispers into your ear.

“it’s going to be longer when your off at uni,” you pout, but heeseung quickly kisses it away.

“i guess that means we have to kiss more often this summer,” he smirks, hand coming behind your neck to connect your lips.

heeseung lifts his hand on your hip and slides it underneath your shirt. he rubs circles on your hip as he gently bites on your lip, making you gasp.

as your tongue collides with heeseung’s, he removes his hand from your shirt and locks the door.

then continuing back on with his plan, using the hand on your neck to tilt your head in just the right angle. 

you wrap your legs around his torso as he moves to set you on your bed. 

at least it’s only ten now, you have the whole night. 

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Trouble is a Band

synopsis being in a band was all you ever wanted, and so when you were able to fly across the globe to join your brother’s high school band, you jumped at the opportunity to show everyone everything that you’ve got. singing in a band? check. performing in front of a crowd? check. falling in love with your brother’s best friend, who is in a complicated relationship with one of your fellow bandmates? check?

pairing park jongseong x fem!reader genre high school!au, kind of band!au, fluff, angst, friends to lovers, brothers best friend trope, slow burn-ish? word count 7.5k warnings implied sexual relationships (there’s no smut), kind of an implied fwb situation, liking someone who is taken(??), mentions of toxic relationships, bitchy character lol, cursing, kissing, nicknames (princess, baby), semi-proofread, lmk if i missed anything else lyn speaking i’ve been writing this for like 2 months and even lost sleep over this, the real ones know ☝🏻 idk why but this was much harder to write compared to my heeseung one… and this is not my best work, wouldn’t say i’m entirely proud of this i’m ngl so i won’t be too surprised if this flops </3 also this got me thinking ab jay and guitars wayyyy too much main masterlist

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“Are the schools here always up a damn hill?” You heave out an exasperated pant, your legs burning from the early morning cardio you definitely weren’t prepared for, or even expecting for that matter.

The summer sun is so unforgiving that in under ten minutes, you’ve become such a sweaty mess that you’re furiously sweating from every possible angle; your uniform practically drenched from your back and underarm areas. A layer of perspiration sheens the expanse of your forehead and it results in you resembling something the likes of Abby from Chicken Little as individual strands of hair stuck to it like glue.

You look over at an unbothered Jake with his hair still perfectly intact and looking as if he had just walked out of Vogue magazine. You scoff at this.

The only things you and Jake had in common were having the same last names, a slight similarity in facial structures, and maybe a shared interest in band music but that was about it. You’ve had totally different upbringings up until now, with you having lived in France while he was in Australia, and soon after, in Sokor. You were apart for most of your childhood, only seeing each other for vacations and special occasions, like that one time Aunt Jung had her outdoor wedding in Barcelona and you’d met Jake and your mother at the airport out of pure coincidence.

But despite the distance, it didn’t deter the both of you from being as close as you guys are, still making the effort to talk almost every day, even if you were drained from school. You remembered nights when you would call up Jake just to rant to him about boys — yes, multiple — you were talking to while he ate lunch on the other side of the world.

However, other than just being brought up differently, you guys were total opposites. If Jake was known to be the golden retriever with his high energy, bright smiles, and friendly dispositions, then you would be considered the chihuahua — closed-off and somewhat sarcastic. You didn’t have a social circle as expansive as Jake's because you liked to be alone. People have always told you that you had this brooding aura about you, and you could never tell if they were complimenting or insulting you.

“You get used to it,” Jake simply shrugs, adjusting the straps of his bag in a manner that did not mirror yours in any capacity. It was ridiculous how not even a single drop of sweat was in sight. “Now hurry it up! If we walk any slower, we might actually be late.” He drags you by the arm, to which you inwardly groan, already regretting the fact that you transferred to a pseudo-gym of a school in the dead of summer.

—

Transferring to an entirely different school system definitely posed itself as an inevitable challenge at first, but even then, half a day passed you by uncharacteristically fast. It might have been because you were sleeping through the majority of your morning classes, unable to totally grasp or get used to your supposed mother tongue just yet, that made time pass seemingly faster.

That, coupled with the fact you never functioned properly in the morning in the first place thanks to your night owl tendencies.

You’d spent most of your life conversing in either English or French, rendering your skills in your own mother tongue to an intermediate level at best. You could, at the very least, listen and understand it to a certain degree but not speak it as well as Jake does. You were only able to communicate with simple sentences and the few swear words and phrases your father used whenever he was lecturing you.

A day before your flight back home, you’d even attempted to touch up on your language skills with the help of your father and a facetimed version of your brother and mother, but it was already too late then. You were a lost cause. You definitely don’t blame your parents for your inability to speak the language, but rather, you blame your own lack of enthusiasm to learn it on your own in the first place.

“Y/n, right?” You rub the sleepiness from your eyes away as your gaze averts to the girl standing in front of your desk. She, with her neatly braided hair and black rims, sported a welcoming smile that gave you the impression of a class president. Maybe she was; you haven’t been paying attention to anything the teacher said since this morning.

You slowly nod, “Yeah, I am.”

“I’m Mia, the class vice president.” Okay, so your guess wasn’t entirely off the mark. You were only missing a word.

“Hi.” You purse your lips into a tight-lipped smile, unknowing of what to say next and silently wishing that your brother would come get you faster. Why did his classroom have to be so far from yours? Did the administration really think you could handle all this on your own?

In the painful silence, you were sure that this Mia girl could sense the awkwardness radiating from you with the way she’s trying so hard to keep the conversation afloat, probably thinking that you’re an introvert that doesn’t like approaching people first — which if it was any other day she would’ve be right on the money on but all you wanted right now was to be left alone to your own thoughts. You were still suffering from jet lag and time differences, and those two combined ran your social battery dry.

“Where’d you transfer from?”

“France.”

“You’re french?”

“No, I just moved there really young.”

“I see,” she said, nodding her head as if she were deep in thought. “I’ve always wanted to go to France.”

“It’s nice there.”

“So, can you speak-”

Before she can even finish her question, a blaring bang coming from the front door reverberates in your almost empty homeroom, save for yourself, Mia, and a group of friends in the back with their homemade lunches. You almost dropped to your knees to thank the heavens for hearing your prayers as you watched your brother's figure stand there, taking a moment to catch his breath as if he’d just finished running a marathon.

“Hey, Jake!” You damn near winced at Mia’s drastic change of voices in your brother’s presence. You were sure she had a deeper voice just a few seconds earlier, even having the same mezzo tone as you do. It definitely raised a few brows, but you weren’t the type to judge people too quickly, and you didn’t want to think that about such a sweet-looking girl.

Maybe she just had a crush on your brother; whatever it was, your senses were telling you that they were currently not in favour of Mia’s presence.

"Oh, hey, Mi. I see you’ve met my sister.” Jake acknowledges her before turning to you and saying, “Come on, we've got to go meet the others.” He beckons you towards him with a nod of his head, to which you happily oblige, just thankful that you don’t need to go through the rest of lunch with any more of Mia’s interrogation-style questioning.

You follow your brother after handing Mia a terse goodbye, attempting to at least have an amiable smile on your face in the process.

Even if Mia had more things she wanted to ask you, she put them aside on the backburner for a later date. Instead, opting to just wave you and Jake off with the same friendly grin she always has on.

When you’re out of earshot, making quick work to slide the door close behind you, you make your way beside Jake in quick strides. “You know her?”

“Obviously. Why?”

“Nothing.” You shrug the feelings of uncertainty off, not having the energy to try and dig anything up on the first day of school. “You said we’re meeting the others?”

“Yeah, my friends, you’ve seen them. They heard you were transferring here and really wanted to meet you.”

From the number of times you’ve called Jake during his school hours, you were bound to interact with a few of his friends, mainly the three youngest of the group: Jungwon, Sunoo, and Riki. There would even be times he’d leave you alone with his friends while he went for a toilet break, and when he’d come back, you'd already be three months into the storyline with your then-current situationship.

You were obviously excited to finally meet them after only having talked to them via Jake’s phone. Throughout the four years, you’d like to think that you’ve created a connection with some of the boys, given that they already know so much about your life and you know theirs. The older ones, not so much, despite being much closer in age ranges.

Out of the four oldest, you’ve only managed to properly talk to Sunghoon. It was when you were on call crying to your brother about the fourth boy of the month, and Sunghoon just so happened to be going home with Jake that day. He’d eavesdropped on your conversation and offered you some advice, explaining that he had a sister of his own, as if that gave him the certification needed to meddle in your affairs.

You didn’t even know he was with Jake, let alone hearing you bawl your eyes out, blowing into copious amounts of tissues included, until he started going off about how boys are scary and that you shouldn’t trust them so easily. It startled you, almost making you scream, but you were grateful for his brotherly advice either way.

When the two of you finally make it towards the other end of the sixth floor, Jake slides the door to his homeroom open, and you’re immediately greeted with the view of six boys scattered around the empty classroom, a few having acoustic guitars and drumsticks in hand. This may sound cringy, but it reminded you of that one scene from Lemonade Mouth, where everyone was in the detention room and just communicating through the music. Except you weren’t in a detention room, and instead of singing, mindless chatter filled the space.

You’ve always daydreamed about being in a band, even going as far as attempting to create one of your own, but keyword: attempt. You obviously failed at doing so in your previous school because nobody likes being in bands nowadays, and your brother, knowing this, instantly jumped at the idea of adding you as their newest member.

He’d already gone through the logistics a week before you even officially transferred, coercing everyone in the band to agree to your addition, but truth be told, it didn’t even take that much toiling since everyone was just excited to finally meet you, and they'd already heard about how talented you are thanks to Jake’s endless bragging.

“She’s here!” Jake announces, prompting everyone to halt whatever it was they were doing and immediately jump at the sight of you gracing their homeroom entryway.

“Y/n!” Jungwon, Sunoo, and Riki are the first ones to capture you in a big embrace, effectively squishing you under their hold. Is this what people feel when they finally meet an online friend?

The mixture of fulfilment and excitement bubbling inside you was hard to maintain levelled, spilling out of you in the form of a grin that extended from ear to ear. You considered these three your babies at this point, wanting to spoil and shower them with as much love and affection as an actual mother would. It didn’t matter if you were only a few months older than them, that’s wasn’t the point.

When you’re released from their embrace, you can finally see the rest standing there with a cordial expression plastered over their features. You must admit, you’ve always thought that Jake’s friends were all attractive and had a relative charm to them, but it’s even more apparent now that you’ve met them in real life. With their tall stature and undeniable talent, you could only imagine the long line of girls waiting for them.

As you start to scan the boys one by one, you catch yourself gravitating towards Jay. He’s donning the school uniform, the same exact ones that the rest are, but he makes it so uniquely his by unbuttoning it to show the black shirt underneath and cuffing the sleeves until it reaches his forearms.

From the plethora of Instagram stories you’ve seen about Jay, you knew that Jay was into fashion and occasionally designed the outfits the guys wore onto stage. And as a fashion guru yourself, you applauded his impeccable style, finding yourself in constant awe of the effortless aura and innate ability for fashion that he possessed.

It also didn’t help that he was totally up your alley in terms of physical attractiveness. The others were pretty and charming in their own way, yes, but Jay had you hooked the moment Jake posted that photo of him fresh out of the beach, with tan skin and wet hair, looking like a damn Greek god.

Did you mention that you’ve also watched an unhealthy amount of videos of Jay playing the guitar? Because you have and it made getting attracted to him so much easier. Even through the screen, you could just tell that he was in his element, like he was born to perform as the passion he had for the instrument oozed out. Everything about him was just so mesmerising; you’re sure that you’re not the only one who sees that.

The timeline is blurry but from then on, you’d developed a small, insignificant crush on him, one that you didn’t bother mentioning to your brother because you were scared he would force you to act on it, even when you weren’t sure if you liked him enough to want to date him. You haven’t even properly met the guy at that point.

To you, it was simply an attraction. One that you’d get over in about a month because it’s what you always do.

“Hey, guys.” You wave.

“You’re awfully shorter than I thought you would be.” Riki says this from beside you, silently mocking you for all the times you’ve challenged him about his height.

“Of course you would say that.” You playfully roll your eyes. “You’re obsessed with your height, Riks; we get it.”

"Okay, back off, guys. That’s my little sister you guys are hogging.” Jake shoos the younger boys away with a flick of his hand, to which they dejectedly comply, making way for you to enter further into the classroom. “What was on our agenda again? Right, Y/n’s position in the band.”

“We could use another guitarist.” Sunoo muses, with Jungwon and Sunghoon silently agreeing on the side.

“Nah, we already have Jay and you for that.” Your brother shakes his head. “Wait, speaking of Jay, where’s Jiwon? You said she’d be here when I came back.” At this, all eyes shift towards Jay, who simply shrugs.

“I don’t know.”

“Don’t tell me you guys are having a lover's quarrel again.” Heeseung sighs. Your ears immediately perk up at the mention of Jay, Jiwon, and a lover's quarrel in the same sentence. Confusion starts to pervade your stomach.

Huh? When did they start dating? You thought Jiwon was only a close friend.

You’ve only ever heard of Jiwon, not once seeing her face in Jake’s stories or any of the others. All the information you had on her was that she was the same age as you and played the keys for the band. Jungwon, Sunoo, and Riki mentioned her once or twice, but it was more of them complaining about her. Other than that, it was as if her existence evaded you completely.

“The third one this month, mind you.” Riki quips.

“It’s only the second week of the month, though.” Jake’s mouth gapes at the fact that his best friend is still willing to go through such a toxic relationship, or whatever it was, even when she limits the people around him until she’s the only one left in his life, when they constantly fight over the smallest things, or even when she encourages him to drop his best friends. He doesn’t understand what’s so good about Jiwon that’s got Jay under her spell, and he doesn’t want to know either.

“Can we just drop it?”

Your brother puts his hands up in defeat and says, “Whatever you say, bro.”

An awkward air of silence starts to permeate the air, and by now, you’re sure someone could cut through the tension with a knife.

You clear your throat before saying, “Is it okay if I’m just a singer?” in an attempt to divert the conversation back to its original agenda, which thankfully works because the others start talking, adding in their own thoughts here and there. And by the time lunch ends, you’re officially set as the band’s lead singer and lyricist.

Finding out about Jay and Jiwon’s relationship made you realise just how little you know about these guys, only having talked to them through FaceTime and watching them live their lives through snippets of Jake’s Instagram.

The warmth and familiarity you were initially met with made you completely forget that you only officially met these guys today. They were all, to some extent, still strangers to you.

—

A few hours of school turned into two weeks, and two weeks into a month. By now, you’ve gotten more than used to everyone’s dynamics and energy, though it was still a little too high for you at times. You were thankful that your brother was there whenever you couldn’t communicate your feelings and thoughts as well as you wanted to, and for the rest for being so understanding.

All of this was a dream come true for you, truly. Ever since your father introduced you to the world of music, you’ve dreamt of being in a band yourself, singing your own songs in front of people, and feeling the music course through you as you stand on the stage.

But no matter how much you wanted to saturate your mind with happier, less confusing thoughts, it always seemed to circle back to the same thing: Jay and Jiwon.

Over the course of a month, you’ve managed to interact with Jiwon on several occasions, each lasting around a minute. They consisted of mostly quick pleasantries, instructions, and the rare ‘how are you’s? She wasn’t cold but not entirely friendly either, which you totally get because it’s not like you were any different.

Throughout the majority of the breaks in between practice sessions, she stuck by Jay’s side, engaging in playful and flirtatious banter that the boys would secretly roll their eyes at. You’d asked your brother why everyone seemed to not like seeing Jay and Jiwon together, but he simply shrugged you off, leaving you with even more questions.

“Hey, Y/n.” You look up from your notebook to see Mia, who you’ve wrongly assumed was a pick-me at first, cheerfully greeting you.

Somewhere along the line, she’d bashfully admitted to you that she liked your brother. It definitely explained the change in personalities and voices whenever he was around, but it didn’t make you want to recoil any less. She was a good-natured girl who hated letting anyone down, so when she asked for a favour from you — one that involved you setting her up with your brother — there was just no way you could decline. If she wanted to date your brother, you would happily aid her in that.

Which brought you to a now-blooming friendship.

“Hi, Mi.” You managed to reciprocate her energy.

“You’re having band practice today, right?” She asks with a tilt of her head, to which you nod. A beat passes before she bites her lip in anticipation. “Is it okay if I come watch?”

From the way her eyes glowed with hope, you could immediately tell that she only had one mission in mind: to see Jake. “You’re not being very discreet with this,” you chuckle, endeared by her amateurish antics. “But, sure. Practice starts at 4.” Hearing this, she immediately clasps her hand into yours, thanking you as if you just saved her entire bloodline.

She leaves you to your own accord not soon after being called by the teacher, “I’ll be there!”

With twenty minutes to spare and no one to spend it with, seeing as your brother was busy with lunch detention and your three babies had a student council meeting to attend to, you decided to make your merry way towards the practice room with your notebook in hand.

Pushing the door open, the view of Jay playing the guitar by the window warmly greets you. You're awestruck by the way he strums the chords so effortlessly, filling your ears with the most beautiful progressions you’ve ever heard, like it was heaven’s sonata. You would’ve loved to just stand there all day and relish in the intimate moment he’s created in the dingy room, but it only takes a few seconds before Jay inevitably notices your figure by the door.

“Y/n?”

“Sorry, I didn’t think anyone would be here right now.” You take a step back, ready to shut the door close behind you, but before you could move even an inch, Jay refused, instead asking you if you could keep him company. “You want me to stay?”

“I mean, why not?” He pats the space beside him and scoots over.

Your steps are hesitant, somehow alarmed by the prospects of Pandora's box in your heart breaking open the moment you decide to sit next to him. But it was just a simple, friendly act, so what could possibly go wrong here? You push those thoughts away and plop yourself on the cushioned window seat, leaving just enough space between you and him.

“So, why are you here?” He asks you as he carefully sets the guitar back on the floor.

“Everyone else was busy,” You could feel Jay’s intense watch on you, and you couldn’t help but feel the burning sensation on your skin. Just being in his presence alone was already making you feel hot; your cheeks were heating up in the process. “How about you?” You just wanted him to stop looking at you, because you wouldn’t know what to do if he noticed just how he was making you feel.

“Me?” He hums. “I guess I just wanted some peace and quiet.”

“Oh, am I disturbing your peace and quiet? I could leave right now.”

“You don’t have to be so antsy. I’m not going to bite you, ya’know?” He chuckles, clearly amused by your response. “And besides, you’re giving me peace by just being here.”

“I see.” You nod slowly as you bite your lip in an attempt to get a better hold of your nerves. There was absolutely no need to be so nervous around your brother’s best friend.

“I just realised something,”

“What?” You shift in your seat to get a better look at him.

“This is the first time we’ve ever had a one-on-one talk.”

“Yeah, I wonder why.” You retort, and he raises an eyebrow at this.

“What do you mean by that?” His head tilts at an angle, looking at you with those deep-set eyes of his. You can try to deny it all you want, but the skip in your heartbeat is hard to mistake; it’s not a feeling you’re stranger to.

“I don’t know; you never seem to talk with anyone else other than Jiwon during practice, so it’s no wonder we’ve never actually talked before.”

“Wow, you’re sounding a little salty there.” Jay’s lips form a lopsided smirk after noticing the defensive expression that adorned your features. “Nah, I’m just toying with you.” The airy laugh he lets out does little to nothing to soothe the chaos that ensues in your heart and mind.

“For your information, I am not salty. It’s just a bummer that you never really tried forming a closer friendship with anyone else in the band.”

“It’s not that I haven’t tried." He mumbles.

“Sorry?”

He shakes his head and says, “It’s nothing.”

A comfortable silence engulfs the air between both of you before Jay continues, “Hey, since you’re so salty about me not giving you my attention, how about I buy you ice cream tomorrow?”

“First of all, I am not salty. And second of all, it wasn’t that-”

"So, is it a no?”

You narrow your eyes at him. “If you admit that I’m not salty, then maybe I’ll agree to it.”

“You’re not really in the position to be giving me a challenge, seeing as I’m the one offering you free food,” he bites down a simper. “But fine, your highness, I hereby declare you not salty.” He adds a curt bow for the dramatics, and you can’t help but roll your eyes in faux annoyance.

“You’re so annoying.” You huff out.

“If you’re going to be in our band, you’re going to need more tolerance and patience than that.”

You could feel yourself slowly letting your guard down in Jay’s presence. The playful and witty banter he offered you made you feel like you’ve known him longer than you actually do, and it felt nice.

It felt almost too nice to be around him. But like everything else in your life, this feeling too shall pass. He has a girlfriend, for Christ's sake. So you better make sure that it will.

—

With your head resting on your hand, you silently watched the busy street beside you. When you first came to Korea, it was summer, but now that the leaves were starting to turn orange little by little, you could tell that it was nearing your favourite season of the year — autumn. To you, everything felt just a little more romantic under the autumn leaves and the cool breeze that hangs in the air.

“Were you waiting long?” Jay’s voice snaps you out of your thoughts, and you quickly shake your head. “Sorry, Ji wanted me to teach her this riff on the guitar.” He pulls the seat out in front of you to sit, and you take the opportunity to sneak a longing glance at him: tousled hair, swollen lips, an untucked collar. It definitely looked like he did more than just teach her chords, but you bite your tongue.

It was none of your business.

“Did you order already?” He flips through the menu of desserts.

“No, I was going to, but I realised I didn’t know what flavours you liked.”

“Sorry,” He passes you a sheepish smile. “I’m going to go on a whim here and guess that you like Rocky Road.”

You raise an impressed brow. “How’d you know?”

“I just know you like that.”

“We’ve known each other for 3 weeks, Jay.”

“Okay, damn. You really do wound me,” a hand raises to his chest, feigning hurt. “Okay, now you guess what flavour I like.”

You ponder over for a while but decide to just settle on the most basic flavour of all, “Vanilla?” His face visibly falters at your answer; you could almost make out a pout forming on his kiss-bitten lips.

“Wow, I could tell the amount of thought you put into that.” His sarcastic claps boom throughout the modest ice cream parlour, earning him dirty looks from the few customers at the neighbouring tables.

“So you don’t like vanilla?”

He crosses his arms and asks, “What do you think?”

“Ugh, this conversation is going nowhere; go order it yourself.” You groan out, rising on your feet to order on your own.

“Calm down, princess; I’ll go order it.” Before you could protest, he'd already made a beeline for the cashier.

Princess? That was new. Oh, who were you kidding? All of this was fucking new.

A feeling of internal turmoil starts to bubble violently, like a seething kettle waiting to be opened. You hated how he was so nonchalant about everything. And you hated how he unknowingly made you feel things you shouldn’t feel. It felt awfully wrong on so many levels, but this thing was just a friendly gesture, a payback, if you will. There was nothing wrong with hanging out with your brother’s best friend on a Thursday evening, even if you held an underlying attraction for said friend, right?

“Here, one Rocky Road for your highness, and one good ol’ vanilla ice cream for her loyal servant.”

“So you do like vanilla ice cream,” you scoff.

“I never said I didn’t.” He shrugged. “Woah, this might actually be the best vanilla I’ve ever tasted. Try it!” He scoops a chunk out for you to taste, which you politely decline. There was a certain line you didn’t want to cross, no matter how insignificant and innocent the gesture might’ve been. Maybe you were thinking too hard, but it would’ve been weird for you to share an indirect kiss with a taken man, even if he was your brother’s best friend. “Hm, your loss then.”

The both of you remained in silence with the dulcet melodies of Wave to Earth playing in the background, and it served as a pleasant companion to the overly complicated noise in your head, all caused by the boy sitting a few feet from you.

“I’ve been meaning to tell you.” Jay’s voice pulls you out of your own mind, causing you to look up at him expectantly. “You have a really beautiful voice.” His warm smile shoots you in the heart, right where you know it shouldn’t. It was just a simple compliment, one that you’ve heard plenty of times before, yet it sounded so good coming from him. It almost made you want to keep proving yourself to him so you could keep hearing him praise you like that.

“Thank you,” You bite the insides of your cheek as a way to chide yourself. Just why were you so easily affected by everything he says and does?

“I really want you to sing this song I’m writing. I mean, I’m not totally done yet, but I wrote it with your voice in mind. It’s for the upcoming music festival.” He pulls out his phone and earphones from his pocket, sliding his chair closer to yours and offering an earpiece, which you cautiously take.

You straighten your back in an effort to keep yourself focused, not wanting to mind the way his shoulders are pushed up against yours, or the way you could practically make out every single feature on his face, or the fact that you would’ve felt his breath fan against your face if he turned even just a bit to the left. You needed to physically force yourself to focus solely on the music.

Don’t mind the confusion.

The sense of focusing.

The only sure thing is you.

So now, put it all behind.

I’m just going to walk according to how my heart beats.

Fatal trouble.

Jay’s voice fills your ears, alongside Jungwon and Sunghoon’s. You could appreciate their heavenly voices all day, but the striking lyrics seemed to be the main reason for taking your breath away. It sounded as if they were speaking to your troubled thoughts right in the face, slithering around you to tempt you into falling deeper. Deeper into what? You didn’t want to even think about it. 

"So, what do you think?”

“It's... it’s good.”

“That’s it?”

“What did you want me to say?”

“No need to get so feisty, princess.” He ruffles your hair, and you sigh, feeling the overwhelming defeat take over you because, no matter how much you wanted to fight the feeling, you knew that all your efforts would come crashing down anyway.

You were a weak woman with many faults, and being attracted to someone who is so painfully taken is the biggest one of them all.

—

With only a few weeks left until the school’s music festival, it’s no surprise that everyone has been on edge, but particularly so with Jay and Jiwon. Anyone with a pair of eyes could tell they were going through a rough patch in their relationship right now, made apparent by the abnormal amount of distance between them and the lack of flirtatious banter filling the room.

Every practice session was filled with the suffocating tension that made practicing so much more exhausting, and Jake had had enough of it.

“I know you guys are having yet another lover's quarrel, but can you guys quit it? We have a festival coming up, and we can’t afford to have both of your immature asses fucking this up for us.” Your brother’s stern voice shakes the entire room. He was usually never the one to get mad at people, so it felt unusual to see this side of Jake.

“We’re not lovers,” Jiwon retorts as her fingers mindlessly hover over the keys on the keyboard. She tilts her head at Jay and says, “He made very sure of that.”

“Look, it doesn’t matter what the fuck you guys are or not; I just need you guys to keep it civil for the sake of our performance, if not our team.”

“Oh, fuck off. As if you guys have ever even tried keeping it civil with me,” Jiwon seethes, the dark chuckle of complete disbelief she lets out hanging heavy in the air. “Yeah, I see the way you guys roll your eyes at me, and I hear the way you guys bitch about me behind my back too. I’m not fucking blind, Jake.”

You could see the way everyone shifts uncomfortably in their spots, and you can’t help but do so too.

“Quit it, Ji.” Jay’s attempts at getting Jiwon’s rampage to stop proved futile, as it only spurred her on.

“Shut up, Jay. I know the only reason you refuse to make it official is because you started liking your best friend’s little sister over me.” As soon as she dropped the bomb, all eyes darted towards Jay, who only stared at Jiwon. His jaw ticks in what you could only surmise as vexation, with the evidence of it starting to sprawl across his features. “What, baby? Cat got your tongue?” Jiwon sneers.

“Jiwon, if you’re not going to contribute anything to the band, you can just go home.” Sunghoon speaks as he points to the exit.

“I was planning to anyway,” she says, picking up her bag from the floor. “I am so fucking done with this, and you guys are all fucked.” With that, the door behind Jiwon shuts with a deafening bang.

The eight of you remain frozen in your spots with the shock of it all coursing through your veins like a hot iron. You needed a minute or two to even begin to assimilate whatever the fuck just went down.

When she said that Jay liked you over her, she meant it as a friend, right? There’s no way it meant anything more than that, right? Why does he keep confusing you? Why did he have to have your heart right in the palm of his hand? You felt your head start to pound the more you thought about it, and you just wanted to escape from it all.

—

Life since you joined your brother’s band has been everything you’ve ever imagined and more. You were finally able to meet people you called your family; you were able to sing your heart away on stages the way you always wanted to; and you were able to feel alive in a way you couldn’t when you were in France. But it didn’t stop there. You fell in love — a little too hard at that — and now you were suffering the consequences of that.

You had a track record for falling in love way too easily with people, as evident by your long list of situationships turned relationships, so when you found yourself staring at Jay for a bit too long, you weren’t entirely alarmed because you knew you’d be able to get over it in a few weeks. It was no biggie, or so you thought.

After Jiwon’s official departure from the band, the overall atmosphere had lifted and everyone was back to their normal selves; Sunoo and Sunghoon were back to bickering, and Jungwon and Riki were back to hogging you. Heeseung occasionally joined in sessions despite the senior duties that called for his presence. Jake and Jay, on the other hand, were preparing diligently for the festival, working on the song non-stop. It’s because of that that you haven’t been seeing either of them lately, which you were thankful for because it gave you time to really think. Think about whether Jay liked you as a friend or in a romantic sense.

“You’re thinking about it again, aren’t you?” Mia nudges you in the arm. She knows you like the back of her hand at this point, given the amount of time she’s spent at your practices. It’s thanks to your cupid skills that your brother and her have been spending much more time together inside and out of the practice room, and despite either of them telling you that they’re just friends, you know better than that.

You sigh, knowing that it’s no use lying to her. “Is it that obvious?”

"Oh, baby, it’s written all over your face.” Her neatly manicured fingers push loose strands of hair out of your face just before squishing your cheeks in an endearing manner. “Talk to me about it.”

“Ugh, I don’t know.” She gives you a knowing look. “It’s just... that I liked him for so long, thinking that he was taken, and I felt so fucking guilty for it. Then the whole ‘Jiwon leaving’ thing happened, and now I’m all confused. Honestly, there hasn’t been a moment where Jay hasn’t confused me. Everything he says and does just makes me want to scream, ‘What the fuck are we!’ but I know he’s just doing it because we’re friends or whatever.

I mean, he literally calls me princess. How does he not expect me to not feel things? It’s so damn frustrating. I thought I would be able to get over these feelings before winter started, but here we are in the dead of winter, and I’m still helplessly pining over my brother’s best friend, like a damn loser.”

Everything you’ve been holding since you transferred here finally threatens to spill out, and by now, you just couldn’t help the tears from lining your eyes and your throat from constricting.

“Oh, my Y/n.” She embraces you in a hug and connects her forehead with yours; it only eggs you on to fully succumb to your emotions, and so tears become full-fledged sobs. “It’s okay, let it all out.” Her voice, along with her hand ministering to gently soothe your back, lulls you.

Until you’re left only as a sniffling mess, she continues to caress your back. “Thank you, Mi. I really appreciate it.”

“I’m always here for you,” She squeezes you one last time for good measure before letting go of you. “Now, we need a plan for you to get your man.”

“No, we do not.”

“You did it for me, so it’s only fair if I return the favour.”

“I don’t even know if he likes me like that,” you exhale for what seems like the nth time this month.

“Then we’ll make sure he does. Simple as that,” she claps her hand. “Boys fall for anything, so if he doesn’t already like you, he will anyway, because just look at you! You’re stunning, funny, kind, talented, and so so so much more. Believe me when I say that, Y/n.” Her features soften even further as she shares a look of sympathy with you.

Her words melt right through you, and you’d like to believe that you do hold the ability to make Jay fall for you.

—

Endless weeks of toiling had brought you all to this exact moment — d-day. You fidgeted with the microphone stand to try getting a better hold of your emotions because there was no way you would mess things up, not when you’ve all worked so hard for this.

The seats in front of you are filled to the brim, yet out of the hundreds of faces, you could only recognise a select few: your mom, Mia, and a few of the others’s family members.

Jay, who stood not too far behind you, could see the trembling in your legs. “You’ll do perfect; I know that because you were made for this.” He whispers in your ear, squeezing your hands in the process. You’ve never wanted anything more than to just kiss the boy for being so damn near perfect — everything you could’ve asked for and more — but he wasn’t yours to kiss, so you heed those thoughts away, instead simply nodding your head.

“Hello, we are ENHYPEN, and we’ll be performing an original song called ‘Fatal Trouble.’” Jake’s voice echoes throughout the school hall, with claps following shortly after, just before it falls back to a silent abyss.

Sunghoon’s keys fill the empty air before you start, “Can’t believe. You, in front of my eyes, everything is the same. But your smile is one I don’t know. Your pupils are like an abyss.” You shut your eyes, letting your emotions lace through each and every word you sing.

As soon as Sunoo and Jay’s electric guitars and Riki’s drums joined in on the melody, you could physically feel the shift in the air. It brought goosebumps to your skin watching people gape at you in awe and watching their eyes twinkle against the stage lights.

“Fatal trouble. It’s getting blurry. The memory of you is crumbling down.” Heeseung and Jungwon’s lower voice harmonises with your higher one, creating the most heavenly of harmonies to echo across the expanse of the hall. It felt so electrifying to finally be able to see the fruits of all your hard work. You’re happy you got to perform with these boys side by side.

By the time the instrumentals fade to complete silence, your heart roars against your chest like a lion so hard you can practically hear them in your ears. You all take time to thank the audience before heading backstage, where you all instantly huddle together.

“We did so well!” Sunoo beams.

“For all our hard work, I say we go drinking after this,” Heeseung suggests with a motion of his hand, to which the others instantly agree.

“Drinks are on me!” You chuckle as you watch your overly excited brother raise his arm like a puppy. You of all people know just how hard he exerted himself just for this performance, if the dark circles under his eyes were anything to go by, so you’re just happy to finally see him be himself again.

Cheers and hoots are heard throughout the backstage area until the staff politely asks you to leave. Before you could even follow the rest past the door, Jay’s call to you stopped you in your tracks.

“You did well out there,” he compliments with a sheepish smile, and it does the same thing it always does to you — make you fall even harder. You were so damn weak for him. “I knew you would kill it.”

“You did too, considering it is your song.” He steps a foot closer to you, and despite the hitch in your throat, you don’t do much to shy away. Jay takes this as a sign to be more forthright with you. He takes your hand in his, tracing circles with his thumb along the backside of your hand.

“I wrote this song for you. It wasn’t just your voice that inspired me to write this song; it was your smile, the way you made me feel, and the warmth you gave. So, technically, it’s our song.” The boyishness in his tone is obvious, almost like he was scared to admit this to you in the first place.

“I-…” You’re rendered speechless at his insinuation, feeling the familiar giddiness starting to spread across your body. “Are you confessing to me right now?” His deep eyes hold yours, staring at you with such admiration and intensity that you feel like you could cry.

“Yes, I am, princess.” His voice was nothing short of a whisper. You could see the way he eyes your lips, and so without much contemplation, or even hesitation for that matter, you take the first step in your newfound relationship by trapping him in a kiss. Further closing in the distance between you, your arms travel around his neck while his hands find purchase in your waist.

As breathless as you felt, you couldn’t let him go — not when this is all you’ve ever wanted for so long. Months of seeing him with Jiwon and hopelessly pining over him brought you to this moment, and you were going to let yourself relish the fuck out of it.

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pairing. ex bf! sim jaeyun x fem! reader genre. angst + hurt n comfort (?) wc. 1440 notes. mentions of danielle (nwjns) library.

🗯️ extra peng note. this was originally for hee and then i accidentally started writing jake LOL (´∀｀*) this is not proofread like at all...

synopsis. after another failed date, the rain leads you to your ex-boyfriend’s house

droplets of water trickled from your head, neck, and shirt. the flimsy fabric on your shirt now uncomfortably clung to your skin.

the downpour had only started minutes before but you were drenched. nowhere near your house or any bus stops.

you felt miserable.

the sky felt the same. those gray clouds covering all the remnants of the moonlight. the angry tears of the floating clumps of vapor all coming down at once.

just as the tears from your eyes streamed down your face as you walked away from your date.

you had been on yet another date set up by your dearest best friend. her long list of single male acquaintances was never-ending. danielle hated seeing you only leave your room for academic purposes, so she gathered a list of boys that could help take your mind off of your ex-boyfriend of 2 years.

jake and you had broken up almost two months ago now.

it was a ‘mutual break up’. neither of you wanted to break up but feared the other would suggest it first. resulting in you both calling for a break during your last argument.

after going on countless dates with boys hand-picked by danielle, you couldn’t shake off the thoughts in your head.

not one date had you not spent the whole time spacing out and nit-picking every single thing about him to see if he was anything like jake.

knowing it wouldn’t help you in the long run but you needed him to have something that reminded you of your ex to keep the dating going.

but here you were, walking up to jake’s doorstep.

his house was the closest in the area to your date. after playfully bantering with tonight’s guy about him refusing to let you go home alone you snapped at him.

saying some pretty rude things, but it’s not like a second date was in the air anyway.

lying that your friend was around the corner, you started the thirty-minute walk home. it was a long walk but an easy one, no uphill or downhill, no boys.

that was until not even five minutes in the clouds erupted in anger and rain began pouring down.

with no umbrella and no signs of finding a dry way home, your eyes scanned the area and your legs started walking towards jake’s house.

“baby- ____?” he corrected himself, staring at your drenched and sobbing figure in disbelief it was really you.

“hi,” you cleared your throat, unsure of what to say.

jake’s shoulders fell as he reached for your wrist and brought you inside. closing the door and taking one final look at you.

“i’ll get you something dry to wear,” he spoke before disappearing into the hallway.

minutes later he came back with a towel and a shirt of his, handing them over to you who hadn’t moved since he left.

“let’s get you upstairs,” you let him drag you along upstairs into his bedroom.

finding yourself in the bathroom the break up had taken place in. staring at your disheveled reflection in the mirror you couldn’t help but feel pathetic.

why didn’t you just continue walking home in the rain? it’s not normal to show up to your ex's house silently begging for help.

“are you almost done?” his soft voice asked from the other side of the doorway.

“almost!” you squeaked, patting your face dry as you had to wash off all the makeup the rain and tears had ruined.

opening the door to see him sitting at the edge of his bed immersed in whatever was on his phone. he offered a rather forced-looking smile when he lifted his head due to the bathroom door opening.

jake patted the spot next to him.

“do you want to tell me what happened?” his voice overwhelmingly gentle.

“i don’t want to make my problems your problems too,” you shakily responded, staring at his floor.

“if i didn’t want to know i wouldn’t have let you in.”

inhaling deeply, you lifted your chin up slightly. moving to face him more by just a smidge.

“i was walking back from another date dani sent me on and it started raining,” you flushed with embarrassment.

it felt wrong telling jake you went on a date.

“he didn’t even bother to drive you home?” jake scoffed, staring at the side of your face.

“no i told him i could get home by myself,” whispering to him.

“____, you live a 30 minute walk from this side of town.”

“i know,” the frown on your face becoming more visible. “i just needed to clear my head.”

“you should have called someone, me even-"

“we don’t talk anymore jake.” you bit back.

the boy frustratedly ran a hand through his newly dyed hair.

“you know i still would have come to get you.”

you sniffled slightly at his words. remembering how when you were dating he would drop everything if you said you needed him. the memories of the happier times you spent together came rushing back. tears spilled from your closed eyes.

“i shouldn’t be here,” you stood up from the bed, wiping your face with the back of your hand. onky to be pulled back down.

“i don’t want you to leave,” his grip on your forearm was tight but not enough to be uncomfortable.

“that’s exactly why i want to go!” you tried to release yourself from his grasp, he didn’t fight you and dropped his arm back to his side. “you make everything so hard.”

“what are you saying?” jake looked at you, a small piece of hope emerging from his chest.

“every guy i go out with i compare to you,” you sobbed. “then when there’s nothing similar to you i make an excuse to leave.”

jake felt his heart melt. hearing the words he constantly dreamed about you saying for months in real-time. he cautiously brought his hand to rest over yours and rubbed the back with his thumb, trying to calm you down.

after minutes the sobbing turned into soft sniffles as you grounded yourself.

“i’m sorry for coming to your house and messing up your night,” you tell jake, keeping distance between you both when you take a pillow into your lap and hug it tightly. 

“you’re not even doing anything?” jake let out a soft chuckle. 

“i tend to ruin a lot of things for you, jake,” you frown. “i mean you could have been in australia if i didn’t beg you to stay and now we’re broken up.”

“don’t say that-”

“let’s just go to sleep,” you lay down and pulled the covers over yourself. 

placing the pillow you had been holding in the center of the bed to make a barrier as if you hadn’t been longing to sleep next to him. you haven’t been able to get a full night's sleep since the two of you split.

you heard jake let out a loud sigh before he reached over and turned the lamp off. 

“goodnight,” he whispers, only to be met with silence and shuffling from your side of the bed.

later in the night when you finally hear jake’s soft snores you decide to make a run for it. you were going to use the little amount of money in your bank account to call an uber and get out of there. 

you quietly got up from the bed and tiptoed down the hallway to the laundry room to get your clothes that were now dried. you took the garments back to jake’s room and went into his bathroom to change. removing his shirt that he had given you earlier and setting it on the counter while you got into your own. 

while you were looking at the shirt on the counter you realized it was one of the many shirts you had gifted him throughout your relationship. it happened to be your favorite shirt to borrow.

everything caught up to you once and again, finding yourself crying on jake’s bathroom floor.

unfortunately for you he had heard you and bursted through the door with no warning. he dropped down beside you as you tried to quickly wipe all your tears and pull yourself together. 

“____,” he said softly, reaching to grab your hand. 

you stayed staring at him with your teary eyes as you watched him intertwine your hands.  

“i’m sorry,” you sob, clutching his hand tightly. 

jake pulls your hand that he’s holding to bring you closer to him. letting your hand fall as he wraps his arms around you in a hug. 

“you’re okay,” he whispers into your hair. “we’re okay.”

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LEE HEESEUNG tightens the grip around your waist and pulls you in until you bump by his side. you could easily figure out the fake smile plastered on his face, holding you tight by his side in front of his friends. 

“so, is he more handsome than me?”, he whispers as soon as his friends are gone. it took you a couple of minutes to realise why he had a death grip on you, “you seem to like him a lot.” a single conversation with him has heeseung going tomato red now.

“what do you think?”, you scoff, looking him dead in the eye. 

“he's got the old fashioned looks, a proper gentleman with a perfect sense of timing. your kinda guy,” his eyes twitched while defining the guy, oh how bad he wanted to punch him.

“you know, you sound like one of my friends with terrible taste trying to set me up on a blind date”, you laugh, wrapping your hand around his suited biceps. “yep,” heeseung scoffs, “he will go blind soon.” 

“what do you think of me—?” 

“i love you a lot”, you roll your eyes and chuckle, now walking side by side with heeseung, his grip still present on you, “nobody can replace my bambi boy.” 

“your bambi boy huh?”, heeseung realises he can never be angry with his pretty girl when he melts the second he hears his nickname by you, pressing a small kiss on your cheeks and pulling you in. 

“you want it to be somebody else?”, you smirk.

“hey!” 

PARK JONGSEONG keeps a steady frown on his face, watching you finish up your pastry. he's not the type to sulk over things, if there's any problem the first thing he does is talk it out with you, and maybe have a small ice cream date later. but it's been 4 days now, that stupid frown won't leave his face, accompanied with his cold replies, even on this café date!

“is something bothering you these days?”, the fork softly clings against the plate, you try to hold in a giggle, “babe you know can tell me anything,” his sulky face is kinda cute.

“nope, i'm all good,” jay forces a smile. red flag, he's not calling you ‘love’.

“jay, you haven't even touched your pudding,” you sigh.

jay puts on a good serious thinking face, slowly withdrawing his hands from the table and releasing a deep sigh. this thing looks really serious. oh poor jay, what's wrong?

“well”, jay clears his throat before he goes off, “i really didn't think you were like this y/n i didn't expect this from you, if i did something wrong you could've just said that you know how much i love you i would do everything!”

“jay, what are you—”

“and the fuck kinda name's benjamin anyways? like hell we're not in the 19th century, y/n you could do better.”

oh. so that's what it's about. he thinks you're cheating on him, because you left your shared apartment for some benjamin guy for 3 days straight. you don't blame him though, you owe him an explanation.

“babe,” you sigh, “it's not what you think, remember benjamin? my cousin sister's child? i visit her to babysit him.”

“.....the one who called me uncle?”, jay's expression softens, instead he's shocked now.

“yeah!”, you giggle, putting your hand over his for comfort, shooting him a sorry look. “i hate that kid”, jay scoffs, you sigh.

SIM JAEYUN lets out a groan while he stares at the anime plushie in your arms. you're basically burying your face in it snuggling it, and if that wasn't enough the plushie is a man!

no way jake has to compete with a fictional man now.

“why do you need that ugly plushie when im here…”, jake whines, plopping down right beside you and scooting even closer, “am i not good enough?”

“did you just call toji fushiguro ugly?”, a frown casts upon your face as you whip your head around to shoot a glare at your boyfriend. poor him, he's too confused and jealous for this, he really wants to replace the plushie in your arms. “you're out of your mind jake.”

“i am in fact very willing to be out of my mind and be crazy for you,” jake rolls his eyes, shifting closer to you until there's only a pillow between you and him, which he soon throws away. the fresh smell of laundry and cologne floats from his sweatshirt and hits your nose, it always puts you at ease, and you miss the warm afternoons with him, just snuggling and all over each other, giggling over random past memories. “but i know for sure that plushie will…not do that for you,” jake breaks you from your trance.

“how about you show me that?”, you wink at him. heck, have you been staring at him too long?

“now you're talking”, jake smirks, snatching away the plushie from you as he sets it aside, practically throwing himself on top of you, engulfing you within his strong arms to press a series of kisses on your face, “fuck that ugly plushie.”

PARK SUNGHOON sighs, entering your shared bedroom with a bored face and arms folded. some obvious yet subtle signs he's disappointed by you, but the last disappointing thing you remember you did was eat his tiramisu. what crime have you committed now?

the bored expression quickly turns into a playful one as he clears his throat, tilting his head to one side, “are you resisting the urge to kiss and make up with me right now?”

“no not really”, you answer instantly, typing away on your laptop. but then you realised what he actually just said. with squinted eyes and a smile, you turn your head towards him, “kiss and make up? what exactly happened for us to do that?”

“i think it's about time you stop texting your best friend”, sunghoon sits down beside you giving you the meanest eye roll ever. he scoffs, “i don't get why she hates me and you don't do anything about it. it's like you two backbitch about me.”

“you won't believe it but i actually rant about you all the time to her”, you giggle, sunghoon's cheeks blooms from underneath, “she's sick of my extreme love for you.”

you let out a gasp as sunghoon pulls you in his lap, a coy smirk playing around his lips, “she should be. everyone should know i'm the best boyfriend in the world.”

you hook your arms around his neck and pull him closer, “so was the kiss and make up part just an excuse to kiss me.”

“maybe”, sunghoon chuckles, pulling you in for a chaste kiss, “who knows.”

KIM SUNOO stares straight into your phone screen, while listening to you ramble about your day and how it was. and when it glows to reveal the lock screen, sunoo feels infuriated.

“seriously now y/n, i can't believe this!”, sunoo's sudden shift in position causes your head, which was lying on his shoulders, to hit the bed frame, “like this is too much”, he seethes.

you utter a small ‘ouch’ and rub the hurt spot, a confused “what?” leaving your mouth, “wh-what do you mean?”

“you know what i mean, love”, he rolls his eyes, taking your phone and holding up the lockscreen in front of your face. it's not him. it's a random tv show character that he doesn't even know about. it should be him, it must be him, not a guy he doesn't know. “am i really being robbed of my wallpaper privileges?”, he sighs.

you let out a heavier sigh, putting up one of those smiles sunoo can't help but blush to. “don't you worry, love. maybe i don't want other girls to perceive my man. but if you're begging for it, i'll change it”, you giggle.

sunoo let's a sigh of relief and scoffs, “i'm not begging—”

“on one condition though, my head hurts!”

“aww come here, let me kiss it better”, he smiles, pulling you in again.

YANG JUNGWON literally just spawns right behind you as soon as the guy you're talking to at your friend's birthday party decides to make a move on you.

“go find someone who's not taken dude”, jungwon's eyes are green as he spits his words out, your waist already accompanied by his hand. the poor guy leaves in a hurry, not wanting to mess with the intimidating yang jungwon.

jungwon then turns to you, a shadow over his face, he's obviously upset about this, jealous even. “if you were that bored you could've called me”, jungwon mumbles.

“you were in the restroom, ‘won”, you sigh, placing a hand on his broad chest you pout, “are you…jealous—?”

“of course i'm jealous, i leave my pretty girl alone for one minute and some hipster comes and thinks he can have my girl?”, jungwon pauses for a moment to look into your cresent eyes looking up at him, you're smiling, “no. fucking. way.”

“well, it's going for you that i'm yours and only yours”, you reassure him, planting a soft kiss on his cheek and you have his breathtaking smile back. he grins at you before kissing you back, “now let's go home, i hate this party.”

NISHIMURA RIKI follows you around like a lost puppy after the dance class with his heart in shatters. just an hour ago, your dance teacher assigned partners for the upcoming festival. and it just looks like the universe is definitely not on riki's side cause you two were not paired.

“listen i'm gonna tell mrs. lee to make you my partner and i'm very sure she will listen, trust me! because you can't just—”

“riki, it's okay! it's just a project it'll be over till next week!”, you comfort your boyfriend ‘cause you know mrs. lee is a tough case, she won't crack at all. “besides, we'll be practising in the same hall.”

“exactly! that way that asshole can tease me how he got you”, riki sighs, plopping down on the benches, “i want to dance with you.”

“and i want to dance with you”, you sigh, sitting down beside him, “but you know mrs. lee would never rearrange.”

riki pulls you in a tight hug. he breathes in the vanilla scent of your hoodie before pulling back, gazing into your eyes, “if that dumbass holds you by your waist, i will go insane.”

“i won't let him do that”, you laugh, hitting his chest.

“can't we just drop out of this already? we can be the audience instead”, riki whines.

“i agree, kissing in the audience and booing them would be way better”, you nod your head. niki laughs, “you're the best girlfriend.”

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“i’ve never seen her drunk before,” sunghoon points to where you’re leaning against the wall.

jake turns to look at you, watching as you talk to chaewon. you’re continously taking sips of your drink, a sleepy smile on your face as you listen to your friend’s (most likely) drunk ramblings. he can tell you’re tipsy, at the very least; your body is swaying, it seems like you’re having a hard time staying upright.

“yeah.. i’m gonna go lay her down before it gets worse. i don’t want her to wake up sick,”

sunghoon gives jake a knowing look, shrugging as he takes a sip of his own drink, “predictable,”

“what?”

“nothing,”

sunghoon grins, patting jake on the head before walking away to—jake assumes—bother his girlfriend. the older boy shakes his head, running a hand through his already messy hair, turning around once more to watch you.

this is the first time you’ve ever gotten drunk, he thinks. you’ve mentioned before that it’s because you’re scared of how you’ll act, not wanting to embarrass yourself in front of them. he’s glad that you’re more comfortable now, and at least you’re only here with them, your friends, and not at some party full of strangers and weirdos.

he watches as chaewon pats your back, albeit a little forcefully, before she leaves to find someone new to bother. he also watches you attempt to follow her but give up halfway through your first step. he smiles to himself, heading over to where you’re standing—or leaning.

“oookay, no more for you. you can’t even stand straight, dude,” jake takes the red solo cup away and out of your reach, giving you an amused smile. you pout but you don’t put up a fight—you can’t, not fully anyways. if you could, though, you would tell him that he’s being dramatic; six shots and half a cup of jungle juice is hardly anything.

“c’mon, you can go lay down in my room, you look tired,”

“okay,”

you make a move to walk by yourself but jake steps behind you, placing his hands on your waist so that he can guide you away from your friends. it feels like your senses are heightened to a dangerous level because why do you get goosebumps the moment he touches you? you squeeze your eyes shut, forcing your heart to calm down.

somehow you make it to his bedroom without stumbling a whole lot (this is 100% thanks to jake; you were sure that you wouldn’t have been able to do it yourself), and he taps your side, signaling for you to sit down on his bed, which you do.

he kneels down and pulls your shoes off, setting them on the floor. he pats your thigh, leaving yet another wake of goosebumps on your skin, “stay here, ‘kay? i’m gonna go get you some water,”

“i don’t want any,” you whine, “i’m tired, not thirsty,”

“yeah, well, you’ll be thirsty in a little bit,”

“no, i won’t,”

“yes, you will. you’re drunk,”

you huff, throwing yourself back on the bed, “am not. also you’re so annoying. i don’t want water, i always drink water,”

jake snorts at your antics, tucking his head away as he tries to keep from laughing too loudly. after a few seconds, he calms down and looks back at your figure, smiling fondly. you can’t see him, your eyes closed as you hum some random song that he hasn’t heard since he was ten years old.

you look so serene, he doesn’t want to disturb you. he figures he can just tell sunghoon or someone to come bring some water or he can wait for you to fall asleep.

“i’m sad,” you huff, sitting up slowly.

“why are you sad, hm?” he rests his head against your knee.

you frown at him. his words felt slightly condescending. not that you really cared, in fact it kind of made you feel dizzy. wow, he’s just terrible. looking at you all worried, taking care of you while you’re (not) drunk.

“because of you,”

he sits up at that. he looks like a dog who heard the word ‘snack’ or something. of course, he wasn’t happy. he looked more worried than before, in fact.

“me? what’d i do?”

“you’re just annoying,” you whine, “you know, i like you and it’s kinda funny ‘cause i’m, like, so obvious about it,”

“you like me? like like me?”

“well, actually, i love you,” you pause, “you’re not very smart, now that i think about it. how’d you even graduate? did you cheat? i think everyone knows but you. this is so awful, i can’t believe i had to go and like someone so oblivious. you’re lucky everything else cancels that out,”

“wait, wait, wait. you love me? that’s..” jake asks, his face flushed, completely disregarding everything you said after your confession, “yn, you’re.. you know, you’re drunk,”

“oh, okay,” you push his head away, “look, i’ll tell you tomorrow, ‘cos i really mean it and you’re so annoying and it’s, like, oh my god,” you say something else after that but he can’t tell what. not with you speaking as fast as humanly possible paired with drunken slurring.

he nods slowly, processing your words, “yeah.. okay. you can’t forget, alright?”

you grin, poking his cheek, “duh, i have an amazing memory,”

your amazing memory may be your downfall. surely, you had drank enough to wake up the next morning with zero memory. isn’t that what usually happens when someone gets so drunk they tell their best friend that they like them? not even like, you said you loved him.

and now you’re laying in his bed, face pressed into his pillow, absolutely mortified at your past self’s actions.

you’re never going to speak to him again. you’re going to get up, put your shoes on, and sneak out. yeah, it’ll seem like you’re doing the walk of shame, god forbid anyone catches you, but that’d be less embarrassing than having to talk to jake.

you don’t get the chance to attempt to escape, though, because jake walks in right as you’re weighing your options.

“hey, are you awake? it’s two in the afternoon,” you hear him place a glass on the nightstand as he sits next to you.

you could pretend that you forgot.

you feel his hand rubbing your back, “i heard you groaning, get up,”

“i don’t want to,” you mumble into the pillow, pressing your face into it harder.

“i can’t hear you, you know,”

you groan loudly, picking your head up, “i don’t want to get up,”

“why? are you embarrassed?”

“i didn’t do anything embarrassing,” yes you did.

he nods, “nah, you didn’t. i was just checking, you get embarrassed easily,”

you’re quiet for a moment after that. his hand is still rubbing your back and you can feel your heat beating against your chest. you want to pretend that you forgot about last night but for some reason you can’t. you want to bring it up despite feeling naseous at the thought of being rejected.

“i like you,”

he smiles, “yesterday you said you love me,”

you gape at him and he laughs loudly. you want to kill both him and yourself.

“i’m sorry—i’m kidding.. i like you too,” he hums, tilting his head, “no, actually, i love you,”

you frown, “you’re embarrassing me,”

he laughs again which makes you want to both laugh and hide away from him, “god, you’re so cute. i kinda wanna kiss you, is that okay?”

you almost say yes before you remember that you just woke up not even twenty minutes ago and you are not going to kiss him with bad breath. especially not when you were drinking the night before.

“i just woke up,”

he leans forward, close enough that you can just barely lift your head and you’ll be able to kiss him, “so?”

“no,” it pains you to do so but you turn your head away from him. you know he won’t kiss you if you don’t want him to but you’d probably fold and kiss him if he kept staring at you like that, “you can.. uh, later. after i brush my teeth,”

he turns you over onto your back, smiling above you brightly. you gasp at the sudden movement, your heart racing yet again (you should go to the hospital), “promise? i really wanna kiss you right now,”

you laugh, reaching your hand up to move his hair out of his face, “yeah, i promise. i really wanna kiss you too.”

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thinking about boyfriend! jungwon who would listen to you so attentively...like you could be yapping away about your day and he would just stare at you with the most lovesick eyes ever known to man

"tell me about your day, love." jungwon says, tugging your arm to sit down with him on the couch. you smile, "well..."

he tilts his head slightly and lets out a small hum, signaling you to keep going.

"its quite long, though. i'd rather not-"

he interrupts you with a peck on your lips, "i don't care if it's a long story,"

"i want to listen, doll. no matter what it is your talking about, so go on." he tells you as he pushes back a strand of your hair. you feel your face grow hot.

"okay, wonnie." you manage to say, giggling at his action.

as you talk about your day — and random thoughts that you have — jungwon always listens, even if it doesn't look like it. he does listen to every word you say, he just looks at you with the most adoring eyes ever.

"jungwon, are you even lis-" you stop your sentence. his doe eyes looking in yours — he's too cute for you.

"y'know what...nevermind..." you say, kissing his cheek.

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You know how to ball I know Aristotle | LEE HEESEUNG

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You hate heeseung. You hate his toothy grin, you hate his obnoxiously loud laugh, you hate his roaring athleticism, and you've hated his guts ever since he dropped you in grade 7 for those stupid basketballers. Ever since then Lee Heeseung has never held a place in your heart, every waking moment you spent in the same building with him you were filled with sheer pettiness. But when your broadcasting club leader hands you an offer you can't refuse, can you put aside your differences for once and work with him?

pairing ── heeseung x female reader

genre ── forced proximity, childhood friends to enemies to lovers, popular basketball player x broadcasting club

wc ── est 12k or more

warnings ── cursing, heeseung lwk a dickhead, kissing, alcohol, underage drinking, fighting, they're both kinda evil

release date ── tba

So tell me, who else is gonna know me? | PARK JONGSEONG

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Park Jongseong and Baek Y/N: the two biggest names in Decelis and two richest. Jay knew he would be bringing a date to his brothers wedding at the end of the school year, but he didn't expect that partner to be you of all people. After a small white lie Jay finds himself entangled in a rouse to fool his parents that you and him are now dating. This however seems to be a bigger blessing than you realise. While both using each other as pawns you find yourself "dating" Jay until the wedding; but as a four day trip ensues feelings change, lines get crossed, and walls come down.

pairing ── Jay x female reader

genre ── fake dating, childhood connection, rich kid au, one bed trope, slight angst

wc ── est 17k or more

warnings ── cursing, kissing, slight suggestiveness if you squint?, both of them are lwk nepo babies, slight familial issues, mentions of food, mentions of weddings, pet names

release date ── tba - maybe sometime this month ?

Everything comes out of teenage petulance | SIM JAEYUN

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Sixth grade, that was when you first laid eyes on Jake Sim and you swore in that moment were what the poets called: lovestruck. Ever since that day you've been harbouring a massive crush on your older brothers best friend, a crush that would never be reciprocated unfortunately. However this was a fact you've learned to come to terms with. But in the midst of Junior year, when your physics grades are at the cusp of failure, your parents suggest Jake to help tutor you. When your repressed crush seems to resurface, you may not be as hopeless as you seem.

pairing ── Jake x female reader

genre ── brothers best friend x reader, forbidden romance, tutor x tutee, obvious x oblivious

wc ── est 11k or more

warnings ── cursing, kissing, age gap of like 1 year (jake is a senior and YN is a junior I SWEAR ITS NOT WEIRD), taesan as the older brother and hes protective as shit please bear with that, inspired by hidden love obv

release date ── tba

I died on the altar waiting for the proof | PARK SUNGHOON

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Following your parents death you abruptly are forced to move to Jinhae to live with your aunt. You love your life in Jinhae working in your aunts cafe, your life was quiet. However that was all until Park Sunghoon showed up one day, out of the blue, completely unannounced. To make matters worse he ends up having to work with you at your aunts cafe. Everything resurfaces: both the fond memories and nasty ones. Can you manage to work peacefully with each other both at work and school, or will your unresolved feelings threaten to strain your already troubled relationship.

pairing ── Sunghoon x female reader

genre ── exes to lovers, enemies to lovers, workplace romance (? kinda), forced proximity, misunderstandings, angst, small town romance

wc ── est 16k or more

warnings ── cursing, kissing, sunghoon and yn being at each others throats, they're both kinda evil to each other, a lot of misunderstandings, pet names, parents death, mentions of grief

release date ── tba - maybe early next month or late this month

What if he's written 'mine' on my upper thigh | KIM SUNOO

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Sunoo and YN. Everyone knew both your names went hand in hand with each other since preschool. Sunoo always made it clear how much he liked you, that perhaps might've been the downfall of your relationship in highschool. After his incessant confessions you learned to grow indifferent to his quick pickup lines between lessons. You don't like Sunoo like that, you'll never be able to see him like that. But when he suddenly starts dating Seol Yoona, you can't help but feel a pang of jealousy strike your heart. However with the help of Jungwon you hope to solve the conflicts straining your relationship.

pairing ── Sunoo x female reader

genre ── soulmates au, grumpy x sunshine, childhood friends to enemies to lovers, second lead syndrome

wc ── est 11k or more

warnings ── cursing, kissing, yn is kinda evil and sunoo is way better than me fr i would have dropped her, sunoo also kinda desperate tho, kinda ? using jungwon as a pawn, fighting, slight angst, pet names

release date ── tba

You gonna marry, kiss, or kill me? | YANG JUNGWON

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1st rank: Choi YN. You could always trust that your name would be top of the list all. the. time. That was until highschool at least when you transferred to Decelis for higher academic challenge. However what you didn't expect was for said higher academic challenge to come in a teenage boy with annoyingly deep dimples. Yang Jungwon. Student council president and your sworn rival since the moment you stepped into Decelis. With you two being top students, president and vice president, and not to mention the two top debaters in school, it was safe to say almost every aspect of your highschool life revolved around beating Jungwon. But when you are forced to work with him in debate for nationals, you find yourself truly questioning why you hated him to begin with.

pairing ── Jungwon x female reader

genre ── academic rivals to lovers, forced proximity, top student x student council president

wc ── est 16k or more

warnings ── cursing, kissing, loosely based off of Ann Liangs 'If you could see the sun', some fighting, yn and jungwon at each others throats all the time, theyre kinda hella mean to each other, mentions of anxiety, academic pressure

release date ── tba - mid of june maybe?

Fuck it if I can't have him | NISHIMURA RIKI

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Riki Nishimura had a reputation: an all round bad influence, bottom of his class, and had more absences than presences flooding his attendance card; everyone believed he was a lost cause. So imagine your surprise when you and and him were sitting side by side at the principals office while he explained the new tutoring program that would be set in place for him. Well now there was another thing to add to his reputation: YN's student. Reluctantly accepting the proposal you find yourself entangled in RIki's complicated life. While getting to know each other more and more, you realise there's more to Riki than meets the eye.

pairing ── Niki x female reader

genre ── trouble maker x goody two shoes, tutor x tutee, obvious x oblivious, student council president x bad boy, he falls first you fall harder

wc ── est 16k or more

warnings ── cursing, kissing, smoking, drinking, fighting, mentions of injury and cuts, riki lwk being a little shit at the start, teacher involvement/meddling, YN under a LOT of pressure

release date ── tba

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ᯓ your lips, my lips

— pairs hyungs + reader syn when the hyungs can’t seem to take their eyes off your lips wc 820 cw kissing fluff suggestive | mlist navi ── ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ

note this was supposed to be my first post, but here it is ⸜( ˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

LEE HEESEUNG

“missed you, baby”

heeseung snuggled in to your side as your head laid on his chest. the apartment was quiet, your breathing combined with his the only thing rivaling the sounds from the tv.

he took a deep breath, letting your familiar scent seep into him. he felt content whenever you were there. all the worries of the week vanishing just by your presence.

you both had restless nights studying for the finals, having no time to see each other. there were so many burdens you wanted to let out, yet all of them seems to be said just by the silence.

in your trail of thought, you failed to realize heeseung was blantantly admiring you. his eyes trained on your lips, sporting his own smile.

he leaned in to peck your own. smiling giddy a second later when you come back in for a longer kiss.

“i really missed you”

PARK JONGSEONG

ever since jay picked up cooking, you always offered to do a taste test. claiming it was to ‘test the seasoning’. as annoyed as jay was sometimes, he could never really refuse you.

jay loves the way you would smile brightly when you taste anything he made. he’d even cook whenever you were around just so he could hear you compliment his cooking.

you were sitting on the kitchen table, while jay stirred up the soup from a new recipe he found.

“can’t i try it yet?” you sigh.

“not yet baby, it’s still boiling hot” jay said. scooping up a tiny bit and blowing on it for good measure, he carried the spoon closer to you and placed a hand under your chin.

you hummed in content, savoring the taste, “this tastes so good, jay” you say, going to grab another spoonful for him. a second later, jay’s lips were on yours. his warm breath fanning your lips.

he stays a second longer, his hand coming up to your neck pulling you impossibly closer. when you both come up for air, jake was back to cooking with a grin.

“your lips taste better”

SIM JAEYUN

jake absolutely loves everything you do. from how passionate you are about your hobbies. whenever you were doing your homework. when you were doing the dishes.

even when you’re doing something as simple as talking. jake likes talking, there was never really any silence in your whole 2 years of being together.

jake always had something interesting to say whether it was about his family, his friends, his dog, or ( mostly ) about you.

on the contrary to jake, you seem to be more quiet. you talked a ton, yes, but you preferred listening to him talk more. resulting in being more quiet whenever he had anything to say.

jake might love talking, but he’s the best listener you’ve ever known. giving little quips and comments on the right moments, and even staying silent and just listening whenever you needed an ear.

you’re currently sat on his carpet, him across you. you were talking about something that happened today and jake nodded along.

he loved whenever you talked, clinging onto every word you were saying. his eyes wander over to observe your face.

the way your eyes crinkle at something funny that happened, or the way that your nose scrunches when you recount an awkward encounter has his heart beating like crazy.

he mainly loves the way your lips curl into that gorgeous smile at a fond memory. loves how you bite your lip when you were thinking.

he couldn’t even stop himself from reaching and bringing you in for a kiss.

“you’re so cute, i can’t help it”

PARK SUNGHOON

he loves kissing you on the forehead. you would find him kissing your forehead almost every day.

it has become his love language. in the morning, afternoon, night, or midnight he would always make time for you and show you that he loves you.

especially on busy days or weeks when you both have less interactions due to busy schedules. he gives and shows affection to you by doing a small and simple but heart-wrenching gestures.

however, sunghoon loves getting comfortable and cozy in bed with you. usually past midnight, when you two decide to finally try to sleep instead of being on your phones.

sunghoon would lay beside you, facing you. trying to close your eyes and drift asleep, you felt sunghoon’s gaze on you.

during these times of the night, looking at you when your face is all peaceful. sunghoon can’t help but stare at you with that look. the look every 2000s romcom guy have in their eyes, filled with hearts and lovesick.

he adores you so much and when you fail to suppress a small smile, he barely hesitates to go in for a kiss.

he won’t ever stop being grateful for having you by his side. will always have his heart on his sleeve whenever you’re in the equation.

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enhypen as the tortured poets department

pairings :: ot7 x gn!reader (if i accidentally slipped in a gender-related mistake please let me know!) genres :: angst & fluff warnings :: swearing, alcohol, mentions of food, sorta emotional cheating, reader being down bad ™️ word count :: 2.1k author’s note :: thanks to ogs @sunoosill and @fandomgirl489 for helping me hehe love you guys! also i kind of tried something new with this one, they're actual little fics this time so let's see how it's recieved 😭 that being said i lowkey hate this. i started doubting all my choices once i was like 60% done but this took an embarrassingly long time. also this is unedited because i'm sick of this draft. i hope y'all enjoy though!

ni-ki as my boy only breaks his favorite toys

“i felt more when we played pretend than with all the kens cause he took my out of my box, stole my tortured heart, left all these broken parts, told me i’m better off, but i’m not”

ni-ki swept 👏 you 👏 off 👏 your 👏 feet 👏 when you first met

because he doesn't seem like he'd necessarily approach a relationship the same way as everyone else just because everyone else is doing it

so when he asked you out he was pretty nonchalant about it (even if that wasn’t how he was feeling)

&& it all felt so romantic because you’d do things like get dessert in the middle of the night & then drive into the hills together 

especially because he didn’t treat you the same way as the other girls he dated — a fact his friends confirmed.

he was passive about it all before you.

there wouldn’t be any doubt that he loved you because he most certainly did

not to be cliché but he made you see the world differently! & more importantly, he made you see romantic relationships differently

but you could tell that he had a sense of uncertainty around you

not because he was uncertain about his feelings for you

but an uncertainty that told him that he needed to spend each moment like it could be taken away from him in the blink of an eye

he knew he was feeling too much — he knew you were feeling too much

because ultimately, he was unsure about whether he was right for you.

so he left you, promising that you’d be better off without him.

you weren’t.

sunoo as down bad

“for a moment i knew cosmic love, now i’m down bad, crying at the gym”

sunoo would be such a good boyfriend on paper

he'd buy you flowers & give great hugs, of course, but he'd also be supportive & reassure you when you felt insecure and unsure about your place in the world

that being said, sunoo is not one to string people along

so the moment he realized that he wasn’t 100% in, he made a plan to end things & he did.

&&...losing sunoo fucked you up. it would fuck anyone up, to be fair.

finding out that he was leaving you when the relationship was everything to you would catch you off guard, to say the least.

he probably left feeling proud of himself for doing everything right too LMAO 😭 

&& yes, i don't think it's anything he did that made it so bad

it's just that break-ups suck & you really loved him! even if he “did everything right”

no matter how it transpired, you were still in shambles at the end 

you broke down in tears at the sight of anything that made you think of him

from the smell of gardenias in a grocery store

‘he bought me those 🤧! for our first anniversary 🤧!’

to the most upbeat song you’ve ever heard coming on shuffle while you work out

‘he loved that song’ (even if you couldn’t stand it)

&& you really hoped he was feeling a shred of what you were 

but it sure as hell didn’t seem that way.

jungwon as fresh out the slammer

“all those nights, you kept me going, swirled you into all of my poems”

you & jungwon had a lot of your own problems to deal with the first time you dated

likely because he had a lot on his plate at the time as an idol & you were just at different places in your lives

&& even though your brain was telling you not to, you fell in love fast

he’d taken you to a quiet spot in his hometown that he used to go to when he was overwhelmed as a kid

it was an old swingset at the park where, somehow, everything else had been renovated

the two of you sat there for hours with your hands entwined, talking about your futures 

&& the possibility of them ending in the same place.

it felt childish & implausible, but you wanted to believe it

&&, as the break up proved to you, it was, in fact, childish & implausible to believe that your lives could magically become compatible

you tried to move on, you really did. you dated other people for years. 

one boyfriend stuck around for four years. a coworker. your future with him felt written in stone.

he was good to you, but there was a part of your heart that yearned for more

the part that yearned for the type of connection you had on the swingset all those years ago

you didn't spend that time waiting for jungwon — you accepted that you were going to spend your life content with your boyfriend

but you sometimes thought about what it would be like if you met jungwon under different circumstances or another life where his career wasn’t so controlling and demanding of him

you would smile listening to his music (that you subconsciously hoped was about you) 

&& checked how he was doing online periodically

but then you were single. it was something your boyfriend said about not seeing a future here. not seeing a future with you. when you gave him four years of your life. 

you knew you should have felt more, that you should have been torn apart for months

but a week later, you picked up the phone & dialed the number that had been seared into your brain for six years

“y/n?”

his voice was almost a whisper.

“do you think you could take me to that park again tonight?”

“i’ll be there in 10 minutes.”

“thank you.”

“y/n?”

“yeah?”

“i missed you.”

heeseung as the alchemy

“where’s the trophy? he just comes running over to me”

when you started dating heeseung, you knew it would be really easy for him to put you low on his priority list being an idol

&& you wouldn’t have blamed him for that 

because your careers are important, especially at this point in your lives (also your exes probably did that with much less demanding jobs)

but he didn’t! he told you it would be tough but that he’d try his best to make sure you had time together even with his insane packed schedule

&& try he did omg 🤭 that man put in the WORK

he would show up towards the end of your workday just to whisk you off on a date 🫶

which you not-so-secretly loved for two reasons:

one: it reminded you that he loved you & valued your career as much as you valued his

two: he’s really hot. so it’s fun to see everyone’s reaction to him showing up heehee

&& after your workday he’d take you wherever you wanted

but you’re indecisive at times, so he’d just guess sometimes.

it was usually your favorite restaurant or a massage parlor, but once he literally took you to the airport for a getaway? who knows what he has planned lmfao

you loved getting surprised by your boyfriend, of course, but the nights when you were at his concert to support him? those meant the world to you.

you swore that you’d never forget the look on his face when he realized you were in the crowd the first time you surprised him

but honestly? his excitement never faltered. he still wears that childish grin every time he sees you showing up for him

&& the post concert kisses are incomparable to all the others 

because he kisses you like you’re the stars in a rom-com. every. damn. time — whether it’s backstage or in front of 20,000 people.

jay as chloe or sam or sophia or marcus

“if you want to break my cold, cold heart, just say ‘i loved you the way that you were’”

jay was hurting you

with every instagram post he uploaded with a woman you didn’t recognize,

at every red carpet appearance where he had someone else on his arm,

with every polite smile he greeted you with when you crossed paths.

you broke up with him. years ago, at that. you had no right to feel this way.

his mind seemed scattered in your time together & he was unsure about most everything

at first, it had seemed like you were the exception to that.

until you weren’t.

when you broke it off, you told him you loved him. & that maybe you always would.

he might have loved you.

but if that was the case, he never told you.

on occasion, you thought about how he felt seeing you date around aimlessly.

had he done the mature thing & moved on?

did his jaw clench seeing another man kiss you the same way it did before you dated?

did he care about what you were thinking as much as you did about him? 

there were times that you’d stare at his contact, finger hovering above the ‘call’ button

almost hoping your finger would slip so you’d have the chance, the smallest chance to hear him say

“i loved you the way that you were.”

(i really want to write a oneshot about this actually? maybe?)

jake as so high school

“get my car door, isn’t that sweet, then pull me to the backseat, no one’s ever had me, not like you”

jake was so obsessed with you before y’all started dating HEHE probably from the first time that he had a conversation with you!

he was so enthralled by the way you think & see the world

&& he blushed and stumbled on his words every time he talked to you for months & his friends would tease him RELENTLESSLY

he got so nervous before following you on social media that he had to employ his friends to help.

“guys, just press it for me. i can’t look!”

he probably thought about asking you out on many occasions but chickened out for one reason or another every time

but then he saw you at the local convenience store while he was out getting ramen at 2 a.m. — or rather, you saw him.

"jake?" he'd know that voice anywhere. oh god oh god oh god oh god

he needed a moment to compose himself, but he pulled himself together enough to look up at you & greet you properly <3

his stress slipped away fairly fast after that & you found yourselves shopping for your respective midnight snacks together

"have you tried this one? it's probably my favorite limited edition flavor" you had said, pointing to your favorite candy

which, naturally, he responded to by pulling a handful into his basket 😚

you didn't know whether he wanted to try it because you liked it or he was buying it for you, but either way, you found it endearing

after you both paid, jake took your groceries in his other hand, declaring that he'd carry them to your car for you

which, of course, wasn't possible. you had walked.

😧...😟...😶...🤔...☝️😲 "i could give you a ride! i don't want you walking home alone at this hour. or i could call you an uber if you're not comf—"

"i'd really like that"

&& then his heart would damn near explode at the sight of your smile. because how could it not.

he fumbled with the bags before opening the passenger door for you

&& on the drive there he'd stare at you with heart eyes while you talked at every red light

you'd have to tell him it turned green because he was just so distracted hehe

oh my god not this being my second fic about jake driving you home,, 🫣 IT'S FUNNY BECAUSE I DON'T PLAN THESE I JUST GO WITH WHAT FEELS RIGHT

i'm just hilarious, this does not show anything about what i want irl, absolutely nothing.

sunghoon as i look in people’s windows

"what if your eyes looked up & met mine one more time?"

you & sunghoon had a mutual break up, but it didn't feel that way a month after it happened

especially not when you were walking alone down the street his friend lived on & noticed the light shining through the large window

contrary to what you told yourself (i don’t even care if he’s in there) you approached the warm light warily

you didn’t really know whether you were hoping to see him in there, but you did — he was laughing with a few people, glass of wine in hand

&&…you weren’t expecting a flood of memories to overcome you in the way they did.

memories from when you were invited. memories from when you called them “our” friends & not “his” friends. memories from when you were the one making him laugh.

you didn’t notice your mouth fall agape or the tears welling in your eyes until sunghoon met your gaze with a tilt of his head, his smile falling as he registered your presence

for a moment, your mind rushed to decipher the look on his face — the way his eyebrows were slightly furrowed, the way his mouth fell agape too — the same expressions you used to be able to read so well.

finally tearing your gaze from sunghoon, you noticed his friends turning back to look out for whatever it was that made their friend so unsettled

they never saw you. you ran before they could.

perhaps if you had stayed a moment longer, you would have heard the front door open.

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Trouble is a Band (TEASER)

synopsis being in a band was all you ever wanted, and so when you were able to fly across the globe to join your brother’s high school band, you jumped at the opportunity to show everyone everything that you’ve got. singing in a band? check. performing in front of a crowd? check. falling in love with your brother’s best friend? check?

pairing park jongseong x fem!reader genre high school!au, kind of band!au, fluff, angst, friends to lovers, brothers best friend trope, slow burn-ish? teaser word count 293 estimated word count 5-7k teaser warnings none lyn speaking wasn’t going to have a teaser but i just thought why not! taglist is open so if u’re interested, send me an ask!! it will probably take a few weeks before i publish it because i still need to actually finish writing, proofread it and all that jazz 🤓☝🏻 READ HERE

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“I really want you to sing this song I’m writing. I mean, I’m not totally done yet, but I wrote it with your voice in mind. It’s for the upcoming music festival.” He pulls out his phone and earphones from his pocket, sliding his chair closer to yours and offering an earpiece, which you cautiously take.

You don’t mind the way his shoulders are pushed up against yours, the way you could practically make out every single feature on his face, or the fact that you would’ve felt his breath fan against your face if he turned just a bit to the left. Instead, you forced yourself to focus solely on the music.

Don’t mind the confusion.

The sense of focusing.

The only sure thing is you.

So now, put it all behind.

I’m just going to walk according to how my heart beats.

Fatal trouble.

Jay’s voice fills your ears, alongside Jungwon and Sunghoon’s. You could appreciate their heavenly voices all day, but the striking lyrics seemed to be the main reason for taking your breath away. They sounded as if they were speaking to your troubled thoughts right in the face, tempting you to fall deeper. Deeper into what? You didn’t want to think about it.

"So, what do you think?”

“It's... it’s good.”

“That’s it?”

“What did you want me to say?”

“Damn, no need to get so feisty, princess.” He ruffles your hair, and you sigh, feeling the overwhelming defeat take over you because, no matter how much you wanted to fight the feeling, you knew that all your efforts would come crashing down anyway. You were a weak woman with many faults, and being attracted to someone who is obviously taken is the biggest one of them all.

© i2ycat 2024

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enhypen hyung line reaction when you start distancing them

pairings: cold bf!enhypen x fem!reader | genre: fluff, ot7 work, imagines | wc: 700+ | warnings: not proofread | an: this is the cutest prompt ever?? also bye why did i write 10x more than i thought. i didn't write all ot7 so sorry anon for that TT, i wrote too much and i thought if i did ot7, it might be a bit overwhelming to read.. may be releasing a maknae line ver soon | LIBRARY FOR MORE...

이희승 (lhs)

heeseung and you were known for having a somewhat fragile relationship. it wasn’t exactly toxic, but there was a noticeable weakness in your bond. whenever you tried to be affectionate, clinging to heeseung's arm and giving him small kisses, he would soon brush you off, saying he had a call to take. as he left the room, you began to wonder if you were being too clingy or obsessed. after all, heeseung was someone you had liked for months. consumed by overthinking, you decided to avoid heeseung. during dinner, as you prepared the food, heeseung noticed your unusual silence. your mouth was shut tight, and you showed no expression. the only words you said to him were, "come, eat." dinner passed in silence, and now it was heeseung’s turn to overthink. did he do something wrong? was he too cold? after dinner, heeseung retreated to his room, sitting in his usual chair and staring at the ceiling, replaying every conversation he had with you. a pang of guilt struck him as his usually cold demeanor began to melt away. hearing you sobbing quietly in your room, he couldn’t ignore it any longer. he walked in and wrapped his arms around you, and you felt his presence beside you. for the first time, he had a small smile on his face. your eyes were swollen from crying, but he gently wiped your tears and apologized for anything he had done to hurt you . ($U#IOEFHKDLFJ:% im tweaking) in that moment, you realized that heeseung did have a soft side, one that he reserved just for you.

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박종성 (pjy)

you always loved comfort in jay’s presence. your friends often teased you about being clingy, but you often brushed it passed you. one day, hidden behind a corner, you overheard him talking to jungwon. “she's so clingy,” jay said, a hint of annoyance in his voice. the words pierced through you, leaving a sting of hurt. From that moment, you distanced yourself, pulling back from jay’s side. jay felt the change, your silence during dinners, messages becoming more dry and sent on delivered, and how you were always in your room. jay realized his mistake. one day as the two of you quietly were walking home, you felt a pair of fingers intertwine with yours. you turn to find jay's hand sneakily touching yours and grasping it. your eyes widened as you see jay's cheeky smile. "i'm sorry." were the two words you hear first. you realize what he meant as you feel tears falling down, embracing him then and realizing how much he actually did love you.

심재윤 (sjy)

being clingy with jake had always felt normal to you until one night when he called you clingy, unintentionally hurting your feelings and creating distance between you. the word stung, leaving you with a broken heart. locking yourself in your room, you cried for hours. it wasn't until jake realized the impact of his words that things began to change. to make it up to you, he tried everything: apologies, letters, and even attempts to talk it out with you. then, one night, you found one of his letters in front of your door, reading each word through your tears. you realized he truly had a soft spot for you. at the end of the letter, it said, "i love you, so please don't be sad, my angel." how could you not fall in love with him all over again?

박성훈(psh)

the evening air is cool against your skin as you walk with sunghoon, his presence a comforting warmth beside you. but as you enter the restaurant, his remark about your clinginess sends a chill down your spine. you bite your lip as you realize what he meant. throughout dinner, the conversation feels forced, the laughter hollow. he realizes how your voice went more and more quiet through out each conversation. your silence speaking for itself. as you walk back, sunghoon stops under a street lamp, his expression softened by the gentle glow. his apology is hesitant, but his eyes speak volumes. "im sorry, i was being mean, i truly think you're a beautiful person."

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엔하이픈 --- daily routine

양정원 x fem!reader ┊ !nonidol , !fluff , !best friends to lovers , !potential relationship.

entry notes : thoughts (??) , i wrote this at midnight so.. yea. ┊contains : mentions of food┊ 860 words

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it had never occured to jungwon how much you meant to him, until the moment you disappeared from his sight.

you were only absent for two days due to exhaustion from your school's cheer competition, but jungwon felt like the two days were two consecutive months. every step he took, every word he uttered, and every breath he exhaled; it all felt wrong without you.

you were jungwon's routine𑁋his life revolved around you, without him even knowing.

he misses you terribly, he realised, after three hours into the first day of your absence. jungwon felt lost𑁋nothing he was doing felt right𑁋not even the things he'd usually do. though, the reason behind this feeling of not belonging was known to jungwon. it was you𑁋the purpose of his life; the spark of day-to-day routines; the fidgety excitement of doing things you liked; the glittering presentiment of spending a moment together.

8:00am.

jungwon would usually look forward to every school day, because it meant that he got sit at his desk that was right next to yours. he'd prop his chin onto his palm comfortably, staring at you and whatever you were doing. he'd stare, taking in every inch of you and your beauty, for as long as he possibly could. his pen was in his hand, scribbling whatever answers his subconscious brain could make up onto his handout.

9:30am.

"jungwon!" you'd say, pulling him out of his train of thought. "stop."

"stop?" he'd question.

"yeah, stop," you'd retort, "stop looking at me like that."

"like what?"

jungwon would smile cheekily at you, watching as you turn and huff away with slightly red ears. he would continue admiring you subconsciously in between your lessons, alternating the direction of his attention between you and the teacher.

12:30pm.

jungwon would also be going out of his way to always hand you a carton of your favourite banana milk before you walk out for lunch with your group of friends. it came like a natural thought to him: to always stop by the convenience store in front of his house to grab a banana milk for you.

realising that he's also part of your friend group, jungwon would always take his seat in front of you. subconsciously, he would always feed you the first bite of his garlic cheese bread, knowing that it is your favourite. intuitively, he would give you a spoonful of his lunch𑁋japanese curry with rice𑁋every time he feels like it. habitually, he would always give you a candy as a little dessert, even though you've had two cones of ice cream. to jungwon, your happiness is his key to success.

1:00pm.

jungwon would always walk with you back to class, listening intently to you talking about anything at all𑁋it could be about your favourite band coming into town, or how badly you're craving some takoyaki and wanting to go and buy some later after school.

4:30pm.

jungwon would always do one of two things: finish his classroom cleaning job quickly, or become one of the last ones to finish due to him catching one too many glances at you. he just can't help it; there's something about you that he can't quite put a finger on.

4:45pm.

jungwon would help you pack your bag, or watch you do so, if you do not let him help you. he would always let you walk out of the classroom first, holding the door for you. since the crowds of pupils storming out of school are always crazily massive, jungwon would always grab your hand and places it in his pocket, guiding you through and making sure you get out of school safely without getting trampled over.

if you were craving some sort of street food that day, let's say takoyaki, jungwon would always go there with you. he would walk or bus with you, staying by your side faithfully. sometimes, people would ask if he was your boyfriend, and even though his mouth was itching to say yes, he would stay silent to let you answer whatever you were comfortable with. jungwon would always pay for your food, one way or another. if you refused for him to pay for your takoyaki, he would always find another way to pay for your food; resulting in him buying you an ice cream or some tteok and sausage skewers.

but during your sick leave, jungwon felt like his days were dull and empty. everything he did felt wrong because you weren't there to complete the missing puzzle. he dreaded every single hour of his days without you, urgently wishing for a tomorrow with you to come.

and when jungwon saw you running towards him the next day, it was as if the sun had finally woken up, and the world was bright again. he caught you in his arms, laughing so happily that tears started forming. he couldn't stop smiling, nor could he ever let you go, 'cause now he's got his feelings figured out.

jungwon likes you, more than just a best friend.

jungwon wants to be more than just jungwon to you.

jungwon wants to be there for you, through all the ups and downs; through all of your lifetimes.

― © onlyjjong, 2024.

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୨ৎ — fix it with a kiss on the lips

pairing. ex-boyfriend! park sunghoon x fem! reader genre. angst + suggestive (?) wc. 1280 notes. crying + kissing + listen2this library.

synopsis. maybe your mom forcing you to go to dinner at your ex-boyfriend's house was a good idea

your mother dragged you out of bed, forced you to shower, picked your outfit, did your hair, and was now lending you the necklace her mother had gifted her for tonight.

why? you may ask.

because you were going to your ex-boyfriend's house for dinner. thankfully, you were being joined by your mom but your dad was caught up at work.

"did you have to say yes?" you groaned, letting your hair down after your mom clasped the locket around your neck.

"his mother is still my friend," she sighed, looking at you through the mirror. "even if you and sunghoon are broken up."

"but why do you have to bring me?"

"because his parents haven't seen you seen you since," she replied, smoothing your hair down. "you don't even have to talk to him."

"i guess you're right," you frowned.

"good, let's go now."

the whole car ride you felt sick. your stomach churning with dread once you recognized the familiar house in front of your eyes as the car was put into park.

even if it had been two months since you and sunghoon broke up the wound was still fresh, barely even a scab yet.

as miserable as you were all you could think about was how you couldn’t let sunghoon win and see you crumble before him as the breakup took its toll on you.

you had to be better.

walking into school the next week with, new hair, new clothes, and new makeup. he could barely recognize you. he almost forgot the whole reason he broke up with you. which was only because of his coach's nagging. saying he doesn’t need a girlfriend when he has the ice to focus on.

his only knowledge of tonight's meal was that your mother was coming over to celebrate yet another medal he had received and catch up. so imagine his surprise when he opened the front door to see you all pretty and dolled up hiding behind your mom.

sunghoon greeted your mother, ignored you even if he only wanted nothing more than to stare at you, and stepped aside for you to enter his home.

you unconsciously frowned when sunghoon didn't even have the formalities to even acknowledge you. which he took notice of.

the dinner was awkward. you were seated in your designated spot at the park's dinner table established when you were sunghoon's girlfriend. still sat next to him, across from his mother, and picking at the food on your plate. trying to ignore sunghoon's looming presence over you every time he reached across the table.

"why don't you two go on upstairs," mrs. park suggested once everyone had cleared their plates.

"we have some things to discuss," mr. park added, taking a sip from his wine glass.

clearly nobody in this house understands the tension between exes.

sunghoon nodded and slid his chair back to get up from the table. walking towards the staircase while you followed behind him up to his room. he opened the door, not bothering to close it. making you close it. he sat at his desk and out of habit you almost followed him to his desk chair since you always sat on his lap while he was on his computer. then catching yourself and sitting on his bed. quietly looking around the room and at his back that was facing you.

his room looked the same. only lacking the dozens of polaroids of you and him on his wall that you had helped him put up on your one-year anniversary. though you caught a glimpse of the box you had originally gifted the photos in, with a polaroid of you sticking out.

at least you knew sunghoon didn't throw them out. you don't know if him keeping them or throwing them away would be worse.

you kept your eyes glued on the time displayed on your phone screen, hoping the minutes would go by faster.

"um," sunghoon cleared his throat and finally broke the uncomfortable silence. turning his chair around to look at you. "how have you been?"

"okay," you replied, fiddling with the end of your dress. "you?"

"yup."

"hoon- sunghoon i asked you a question," you asked him, confused.

"oh, what did you say?" sunghoon scratched the back of his neck, tips of his ears turning red.

"i asked how you were," you repeated, staring at the rolled-up sleeves of his dress shirt, showing his veiny arms.

"i've been great," he gave a tight lipped smile.

the lack of any sadness due to the break up made you feel stupid. confirming your suspicions that breaking up with you didn't have any negative impacts on him. you felt even more inclined to text your mother and rush her to go home.

"that's nice," you lied, eyes flickering back towards the box of polaroids under his desk.

sunghoon wordlessly spun around, back facing you again. leaving you alone in your thoughts.

being in this room brought back so many memories. your first kiss, sleepover, boyfriend, and of course break up. due to sunghoon's introvert-ness half of your whole relationship happened between these infamous four walls.

it was a horrible decision of your mom to bring you here.

it was a horrible decision not to stay downstairs instead of following sunghoon to his room.

it was a horrible decision to respond to him when he spoke up.

you didn't even realize you were crying until sunghoon interrupted your train of thought. you failed to see or hear him face you again.

his whole body stiffened once sunghoon's ear picked up the small sniffles you were emitting. his facade vanished and he couldn't fight his body that was already spinning around to check on you. the sight of your glassy eyes staring down at his floor urged him to snap you out of it.

"____," he called out softly, standing up to move towards you.

the sound of his voice making you look up and wipe your eyes with the backside of your hand. eyes meeting his only heightening the dread in your body. you couldn't find your voice to respond.

sunghoon swore his heart dropped. all he wanted to do was erase the pure sadness evident in your eyes.

he got in front of you and placed his hands on either of your thighs. spreading them apart to accommodate him standing in between them.

sunghoon looked for any hesitance in your eyes. though he couldn't find any objections he wanted to make sure. "can i kiss you?" you nodded.

he looked you up and down one more time. it'd been a while since he last had you on his bed. he leaned down to connect his lips to yours. then sunghoon pulled back to look for any regret in your eyes. you impatiently wrapped your arms around his neck and drew him back in.

sunghoon pulled away breathlessly before bending down to kiss your neck. pushing your hair behind your shoulders as he began peppering light kisses on your nape before stopping at where the top of your dress stopped and sucking on your skin.

he lightly pushed you. back hitting the mattress as your head fell on his pillows, cushioning your fall. sunghoon hovered above you, his silved chain dangling in your face before his lips collided with yours. harshly biting your bottom lip and gliding his tongue over it to ease the pain.

as he removed your knit shrug off your shoulders, you could only pray your parents had lots to talk about tonight.

sunghoon took in the sight of you underneath him with your swollen lips and flushed cheeks he was glad to have locked his door earlier when you weren’t paying attention.

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DROP THE ALBUM ! ㅤ⊹ㅤ PARK SUNGHOON

synopsis never date a songwriter and never break up with them; you never know if they'll write a chart topping song about you that has hundreds of thousands of people asking when a full album is dropping.

genre park sunghoon x singer!femreader ㆍ smau and written ㆍ non idol au, exes to lovers, semi enemies to lovers, angst, fluff, crack

warnings yeojin of loossemble is used as a fc, suicide jokes, sunghoon does not like yn a whole lot in the beginning and is mean to her because of that, yn is also kind of mean, sexual jokes + more to be added

featuring enhypen's hyung line, beomgyu of txt, winter and giselle of aespa, jaemin and haechan of nct

status taglist is open & updates should begin on wednesday ( 05/15 )

note since liz @cupidhoons formerly nishions begged me to post here u go 🤗 ill post profiles tmrw + chapter names should be updated too

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profiles college dropouts ㅤㅤ beomgyu's groupies

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୨ৎ — quit your job! (lhs)

pairing. idol bf! lee heeseung x fem! reader genre. est. relationship + fluff wc. 1814 notes. ft. enha + profanity library.

synopsis. heeseung returns home from tour to his girlfriend jealous from watching his fan interactions

heeseung was exhausted.

enhypen had finally finished their us stops of the fate+ tour. he loved seeing all the fans and performing new stages. albeit doing that all within two weeks with a day between each show was a lot, even for him.

with their dark moon comeback coming up, summer comeback, japan tour, and leaked world tour of the second half of the year all he wanted to do was crash onto his bed and sleep for the next forty-eight hours.

(fuck u belift)

arriving from the airport and driving back to the dorms he could just imagine his bed. he hasn’t slept in his bed for two weeks.

he made a beeline to his room as the front door was unlocked. opening his door to fling himself onto the bed and doze off for as long as possible.

opening his door revealed you. his pretty girlfriend sitting on the edge of his bed, drowning in his shirt, and staring right at the door. seeing you there gave him more reason to feel fatigued and make you nap with him.

“baby,” heeseung rasped out, shutting the door and stepping towards you on his bed. you looked so comfy and cute and sleepy and-

“heeseung.” you stared at him.

his eyes widened. no baby, seungie, babe, hee, no nothing. did he do something wrong? you seemed completely fine over text.

“baby?” he questioned, moving to stand in front of you between your legs. you continued to stare up at his tired face with an unreadable expression. heeseung started to feel nervous, did he forget something important? “is something wrong?”

“yes!” you crossed your arms, staring into his soul. “you are such a fucking flirt! i can’t scroll on twitter without seeing my boyfriend interacting with other women! get a new job!” you whined, finally scrapping your stoic expression.

“someone’s jealous,” heeseung smirked, bringing a hand under your chin and getting closer.

“i am!” you pouted, leaning into his touch. “i wish i was there! all of those delusional girls in the crowd- i would get the most interactions at send-off!"

“you don’t need interactions at send-off ____, i’m right here,”

“seung you don’t understand! you’re so good at fan service that if i was a fan i would’ve asked what we were!” you complained, trying to get him to understand your point.

“i’m guessing you saw the hershey kiss one,” he chuckled, removing his hand from your chin to stroke your hair.

“why did you look at her like that?!”

“it’s my job, baby,” he sighed, kneeling to get on eye level with you. “you’re the only girl i care about.”

“i know! but i want to be there to see you perform in person!” you whined again, falling back on the bed. heeseung giggled to himself before getting off the floor and sitting next to you before taking your hand and pulling you to sit back up again.

“you’ve seen me live plenty of times, i could even perform for you right now,” he pulled you onto his lap, arms circling your waist.

“you either bring me next time or quit!” you stared at him without blinking.

“you would have to camp for barricade and not go out with me to avoid getting caught,” he told you, trying to get you to change your thoughts.

“or i could look crazy rich and ultra vip when i get escorted to the front-” you grinned. “and then during the concert you can only sing and look at me!”

“i don’t want a dating scandal,” heeseung poked your sides.

“it wouldn’t hurt!” you leaned back onto him and pushed a piece of his hair behind his ear.

“don’t you remember why you couldn’t come?”

“school…” you muttered, a frown on your face. “but i told you my professors post everything online! i could totally come and do my work from the hotel!”

“you will not be missing any classes.” heeseung told you sternly.

“you can’t tell me what to do!!” you childishly stuck your tongue out at your boyfriend.

“actually ____ie,” he stopped you. “who’s paying for your university?”

“you…” you grumbled, turning your head to avoid his gaze. “but you offered!”

“that’s because i love you so much i want you to finish your studies,” he spoke softly as if you were a crying toddler.

“how about after i graduate then you quit!” you cheekily suggested, trying to find a loophole. “i’ll be the breadwinner and you can be my house husband!”

“never going to happen, babe”

“are you saying that i can’t provide for the both of us?” you said offended, twisting his words.

“you know what i mean,” heeseung rolled his eyes.

“fine,” you pouted in defeat, burying your face in his neck.

“if that’s all you have to complain about today let’s get to bed, yeah?” heeseung suggested, ready to sleep as the conversation seemed over.

“wait seung!” your head came back up. “you showed your biceps and wore glasses! don’t you think you owe me something?”!

“i mean, i’ve been working out.”

he jokingly unwrapped one of his arms from your waist and posed just like the photos you’d seen on social media. you grabbed his bicep and admired his flexed arm. staring at his muscles, letting your intrusive thoughts win, you leaned down and bit down on his arm.

“ow ____!”

“sorry!” you apologized, sitting back up. “i just felt like biting you!” you leaned back down to kiss his arm where a bite mark started to form.

“it wasn’t even a fake one!” heeseung rubbed his arm.

“i haven’t seen you in two weeks! that’s a lot of time!” you clung to him tighter, trying to distract him from the mark that probably wouldn’t go away right away. “i had nobody to bite!”

heeseung’s always been glad that you feel the need to bite him, it was weirdly comforting to know it was something you only did with him. though sometimes you sunk your teeth into him too deep. at least he knew his girlfriend liked his group’s concept.

“we’re going to sleep.” heeseung sighed as he set you down on his bed so he could change. his airport outfits were your favorite, but you could never imagine sitting for hours on a plane wearing jeans.

he returned shortly after in a shirt and sweatpants and got into the covers on his side of the bed. you watched him until he stared at you, silently telling you to come lay down.

you slid under the duvet and rolled towards heeseung until you were right up against him. resting your head on his chest as he wrapped himself around you. he sighed contently.

in the morning, heeseung woke up to an empty bed and his door creaked open slightly.

thankfully, he heard voices in the kitchen so he knew you were still there. heeseung got up and walked down the hallway to the kitchen.

“shut up riki i saw that one already!” he heard your voice from the living room. when he walked further he saw you, riki, and sunghoon sitting together on the large couch. smiling at seeing you get along with his members. “i don’t even care!”

“you do care! i heard you complaining last night!” sunghoon retorted, bringing up the video riki was teasing you about on his phone.

“look at heeseung hyung in this selfie,” riki shoved his phone in your face, to show a selfie with him and a girl who was at almost every send-off.

“SHUT UP! i don’t care i’m winning the idgaf war!” you pushed their phones away and out of your sight.

“in this one, he calls her sweetheart,”

“i hate you guys!” you dropped your phone into your lap and brought a pillow to your face.

as he walked into the open space jake spotted him from behind the counter. he too was also watching the three bickering on the couch.

“i think your girlfriend is mad at you,” jake whispered, as if it wasn’t already obvious.

“i know…” heeseung replied, walking towards the couch.

“oh look, it’s the cheater in the flesh!" riki pointed, getting closer to your side. “stay back from ____ noona!”

“hi heeseung.” you crossed your arms at him.

“i’m not loving my full name coming from your mouth.”

“i’m not loving you perceiving other women.”

“yeah ____ is definitely losing the ‘idgaf’ war,” sunghoon chuckled, exiting out of all the fan interaction videos on twitter.

“why do you have a bite mark on your arm?” jungwon said from the armchair, he hadn’t noticed him as he wasn’t partaking in the previous conversation.

“i bit him for showing his arms at the concerts,” you grinned.

heeseung stifled a laugh as he went around the couch to sit. shooing riki closer to sunghoon’s side so he could be next to you.

“there was something in the air,” jungwon joked.

“you can’t talk, you unbuttoned your shirt.” sunghoon interjected.

“maybe you’re all freaks!” you suggested as heeseung wrapped his arm around your shoulder.

“nuh uh! i’m just a kid!” riki repeatedly shook his head to defend himself.

“yeah right, you’re an adult now,” jake spoke from the kitchen.

everyone chuckled until it slowly dissipated as jungwon turned the television on to a drama they all had been collectively watching. heeseung held you close as you snuggled into his chest.

deciding this wasn’t over just yet, you turned to your boyfriend with a mischievous grin.

“what?” he smirked, looking down at you. still, you looked up at him, eyes glued to his lips. heeseung assumed you were waiting for a kiss but he didn’t want to give in to rile you up. “want a kiss angel?”

“no…” you shifted your gaze to his eyes.

heeseung let his face get impossibly close to yours. if he moved even a centimeter your lips would be touching. you grabbed his free arm that wasn’t around you and interlaced your hands.

he let his eyes flutter shut, ready for his lips to collide with yours slowly.

when his eyes were fully closed you tugged his arm closer. took one last look at his calm expression before biting down on his arm so the bite marks would match on either arm.

his eyes shot open as he clutched your shoulders to push you away since your teeth were still sunken into his bicep.

“what the fuck ____?” heeseung clutched his arm, rubbing over the spot you had bit to soothe it.

“i win!” you smiled in triumph, pecking his lips.

the rest of the members laughed at how easily heeseung fell for your trick, then groaned once you finally kissed him. hating the pda happening right in front of them. though you both knew they were just jealous and single.

you knew you had to find a way to convince your boyfriend to bring you to japan.

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gamer bf! texts ⟡ lhs

syn random texts w/ your gamer twitch streamer boyfriend!

genre & warnings fluff comedy smau random texts profanity threats fortnite/minecraft mentioned back2navi

NOTE in honor of me getting through the first week of exams 😊😊 + a special mention to @lcvclywon aka yuyu for helping me >3<!

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#LEEHEESUNG — I swear I only fell for you “on accident ”

author's note 🎀 hihihihi random 11pm thought and here we are. I'm a retired Instagram writer dont bully me if this sucks ok..

cast : Y/N, Rei from IVE (as ur bestfriend) ENHYPEN, mentions of &TEAM. Sunwoo (THE BOYZ)

warnings ; NO NSFW!!! They're high schoolers don't be a weirdo

Location set in ; Decelis Academy ☆

Sypnosis ; Heesung always had quite the reputation growing up. Whether it was because of his good looks or his academic achievements. But mostly because of his “trouble maker” personality that made him stand out. And Y/N is well known but for the wrong reasons. Some say she's too uptight. Some say she's obnoxious. She clings to the only title she has. "Student body president". But will she be able to resist the school's infamous playboy? Or will she do the one thing she swore never to do? Fall in love with him?

pairings badboy!heesung x nerd!reader studentAU (female reader)

Part I. (?)

“The First Encounter”

– 3:45 A.M–

A yawn left your mouth as you stretched out ur arms. You were probably the only person in the library ever since classes ended. Maybe there were others students too but you were too busy with spell books buried in your face. There's a test next week and the teacher had informed you guys only a week before. Giving you very little time to prepare. You internally cursed. “Are you hearing what I'm hearing right now...?" asked the pink haired girl beside you who nudged your arm with her elbow. Rei , the glue that's been keeping you sane (for now) since grade 1. Sometimes you wonder if you had saved a country in your past life to have such a great friend like her. "This is such a pain in the ass." Your words were muffled but she heard it well. Rei couldn't help but let out a big sigh as she rested her head on the table.

There's how you ended up in the archives until this late hour.

Thankfully, the weekends are coming up. You plan to finally catch up on long overdue sleep that you missed due to the hectic schedules this week. As you lock up with the spare key, closing the old wooden door behind you.

The sound of it shutting echoed throughout the empty halls. Sending chills down your spine.

And it's not helping when moonlight is shining down on only certain parts of the walls. Leaving some places undiscovered.

- It's alright y/n, you've walked these halls countless times, there's nothing to be afraid of -

Your inner dialogue was interrupted by the sudden noise in a distance. What was that? It's impossible for someone to be out this late. Especially when it's way past curfew. It came from behind the school , where the garbage cans are located.

You have to be lying if you said you weren't scared right now. But it's one of your many student body president duties. You took a oath to protect the school at all costs. Looking back , your wishing you never said that.

What if it's a robbery?? Wait that's not right..What if there's students causing trouble?? What if the werewolves made a return?? Maybe it's just a stray cat? Maybe you were just hearing things.

Your eyebrows furrowed. You bit down on your lower lip and walked slowly towards where the sound came from.

The scene in front of you startled you. It was two tall boys covered in injuries. One with his back against the garbage can, head turned swiftly as he made eye contact with you. He's wearing a white collar shirt with a loosened up black tie. A uniform? But it doesn't look familiar. Your eyes made their way to the other one standing in the dark, it seems like he was trying to hide himself but you would recognize that uniform anywhere.

The Navy blue blazer with the red and blue tie. It's one of the decelis academy students. Whats their problem? Why are they causing trouble in the crack of dawn? You squint your eyes trying to figure out who the hell it was. The mysterious shadow stepped forward revealing himself. You eyes widened as the moonlight exposed his name tag.

Oh. my. god. It's Lee Heesung.

this is a work of pure fiction! Translation/Plagiarizing/copying is HEAVILY PROHIBITED. (I will find you :3)

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