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jayssluttywife · 1 month

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I do this | kim sunoo

"ill be your blonde tonight if thats what you like"

warnings: unprotected sex(they are married), breeding? , biting/marking, makeout(s), a lot of fluff at the end, oh yeah swearing. that's it (for now). (byeol is your sons name)

synopsis: your husband, sunoo, had just come back from work. You had just put your son to sleep and hopped into the shower, do you think sunoo could control seeing you in a bathrobe that he could untie with a finger?

hmmm, no

{☆}

You just put your cute son to sleep and thought it would be good to shower quickly before your husband returned. You had just stepped out, blowdried your wet hair when you heard a small knock on the door.

You quickly wrap your robe around you and walk down the stairs towards the door. Pulling the handle, you see your cute husband standing outside in his night suit. "Hey honey," you say with a smile as he walks in. He looks at you up and down, and a smirk forms on his face.

He closes the door behind him and his eyes linger on you. You feel your cheeks flush as he takes a step closer to you. "What's going on, y/n?" he asks, his voice low and husky. Your brows furrow in confusion.

"I'm just getting ready for bed," you say, your voice shaky. Your husband nods, but you can tell he's not convinced. He takes another step closer to you, and you can feel his breath on your neck.

"Are you sure that's all?" he whispers in your ear, his lips brushing against your skin. A shiver runs down your spine as his hands slide around your waist. He bites down on the skin of your neck, and you let out a pleasurable hiss.

You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you. Your lips meet passionately, and you feel yourself melting into him. He doesn't break apart; he pulls you into his arms, guiding you up the stairs.

Ypu push him so he sits on the bed. Bending over, you see a suspiciously big bulge beneath his trousers. It makes you smirk, looking up to him between his legs. "Did I make you this hard baby?" you tease him.

Slowly unbuckling his belt and pulling down his trousers, you hear a tut. "No teasing today baby" he reminds you. Listening to him, you quickly pull down his boxers and grab his crotch earning a hiss. You put him in your mouth, it fits like a charm: big enough to make your throat lock but just enough to have you hollow your cheeks.

Your movements are quick, head moving up and down as you breathed through your nose. You never took your eyes off him though. The sight was so beautiful. Forcing yourself deeper, the tip of your nose hits his abdomen. Another shaky breath came out as you did.

It was too much. Too good. He choked on his saliva as you fumbled with his balls. Letting out a long, whiny moan, he grabs onto your hair. "Shit y/n" you hum, making him thrust into your mouth. "I can't cum.

He pulls your hair, making you moan into him. "Please baby, I want to cum in you.". His thrust became slower and slower, moving away from you hastily. "I thought you said no teasing", you say as you watch his eyes roll to the back of his head. Still filled with pleasure.

You get up. Slowly removing your robe to reveal your freshly shaved and cleaned body. You climb onto him, sinking down as he stretches you out. He looks down with a smirk, "would you look at that". He suddenly thrusts upwards whilst pushing down on your belly. "Acting do dominant when you know I'm way bigger baby". You whimper at his words as he starts thrusting more and more.

One particular thrust has you rolling your eyes to the back of your head. You let out a loud moan as he starts pounding into you. "Shh baby, you'll wake byeol up" he teases, knowing your more vocal than ever.

You put a hand over your mouth, eyes rolling back once again. "You're so pretty" he watches your expressions change with every movement he does. He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, diving in for a kiss.

He quickly bites down on your lower lip, your mouth parting as he does. His tongue explores your mouth, not one inch is untouched by his pink pretty tongue. Slowly, his thrust lessened in speed.

They become more unsequenced and sloppy. You knew he was about to cum. He grabs on of your tis and fondle witht hem.

Then he uses both hands and plays with both of them. It all feels so good you never want to stop. You cant even fell anything and suddenly your orgasm hits you.

You can feel your liquids leak down his legs as you yell his name. With that, he cums aswell, his movements coming to a slow hult.

Your legs were trembling as he pulled you up from ontop of him. He lays you down, pulling out your favourite pair of pyjamas.

Now, you are both laid on the bed, facing eachother with a smile on your face. Before you could fall asleep you hear small feet running into your room.

"Mommy are you ok?!" your son yells as he climbs onto the bed. You stroke his hair and giggle. He looks at sunoo is shock.

"Daddy?" he questiones.

"Moms ok alright ok cutie?" He reassures as his son lunges into his arms. You look into Sunoos eyes.

"I think your going to have a little sibling"

"yay!"

{☆}

I really loved this but the ending was so bad. :((

#enha x reader #enhyphen hard thoughts #enhypen #enhyphen x reader #enhypen smut #sunoo x reader #enhypen sunoo #sunoo smut

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seungrunge · 13 days

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ÀS VEZES NOSSA VIDA SÓ GANHA SENTIDO NO ÚLTIMO SUSPIRO

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yyawnjun · 9 months

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NOT TOGETHER (YET)

maknae lines!enhypen x reader

summary: You fell madly in love with the last person you thought, your best friends, because of the little things they do for you - like hugging you for a bit too long, making playlists with you in mind, or hiding candid images on their phone...

a.n. maybe I am starting to be a friends to lovers enjoyer... again i feel so new in this world so please let me know your opinions and hcs !!

comments, likes, and reblogs are always greatly appreciated. I hope y'all will like it ♡

fluff ; hcs ; scenarios

[ JUNGWON - 정원 ]

When he is around you, Jungwon begins to feel incredibly drowsy and tired. Not because you've done anything particularly exhausting, but rather because he feels comfortable around you. You two only realize there was more to your "best friend"'s heart when he takes the extra step when he falls asleep on your shoulder

LONGER HUGS. I immediately thought of him when I had this ideafkandsajkn. He always gives hugs, but lately, they have lasted a little longer than before. You have more time to pay attention to your surroundings during those times, including his accelerated heartbeat and paused breath.

notes around the house - in which you were reminded to eat and drink enough - positive messages that brightened your day, funny drawings that brought a smile to your face, rebuses, riddles, and jokes scattered around the places you most often frequented… What if he chose to confess using one of these post-its specifically? What if you caught him in action?

You knew that the one who left you all those notes around the house could be no one but Jungwon, your childhood best friend who knew everything about you by heart.

Knowing everything, he also knew your weaknesses or the things you struggled with the most - like when you tended to lose concentration while studying, or on the opposite end of the range, going to sleep at crazy hours just to finish an assignment. So he slowly started leaving you notes to encourage you and be with you all the time.

You immediately knew whose it was from the first note he left on your desk. After all, you also knew Jungwon very well, and you knew that he was the only one who had that handwriting and could write you: "Curry and our favorite movie tonight?"

He had never done much hiding; he was happy to know that you appreciated what he wrote for you. It was when he noticed that you kept all his notes in a jar that he came up with the idea to confess via one of those Post-it notes.

In fact, after an initial period in which he denied his feelings after a while, he admitted to himself his feelings for you.

It was on a summer morning when he decided exactly what to write in that note - he didn't want to do anything fancy. It was the spontaneity that characterized his feelings for you.

"I dreamed about you. You and me under the stars. And I kissed you."

Nothing more was added because it was already enough, and just thinking of it made his face burn because he actually had that dream.

That same afternoon you saw each other at your home. He decided to leave that note on your desk so that you would read it when he had left.

It was late, and he was about to go when he ran, without getting caught, to your room and put the post-it note.

Everything was going smoothly, his heart was pounding, and he was slowly getting ready to leave your room. When he realized he was holding his breath, he halted for a few seconds, but it was those three seconds that revealed him.

Oblivious to everything, you had entered your room because you were looking for him and you found him standing still in front of your desk. Before you could ask questions, his gaze involuntarily fell on the slip of paper. And so did yours.

You reached for it, and quickly he did the same-he was not mentally prepared to see your reaction-but you were quicker, and now the piece of paper was in your hands.

As you slowly opened that piece, his heart had begun to beat too quickly.

Unable to move, as if paralyzed, he watched the reactions of your face to what he had written...

Jungwon still gets a warming feeling in his heart when he talks about how - after that day - you became his girlfriend.

SUNOO [ 선우 ]

" I wish I had a boyfriend that would take candids of me". HERE YOU HAVE…but he is your best friend. Sunoo has lots of pictures of you on his phone or in his waller, and just looking at them makes his heart warm. Most of these are pictures that he either took personally or in which he can see you the real you. Since he started taking them, he ended up having almost more pictures of you than selfies of him in his cell phone gallery… I think he even has some Polaroids of the two of you together in his room - complete with cute lights and clothespins.

24/7 karaoke buddies. You come together at your usual location at least once a week, if not more, and spend the evening singing along to the songs on your karaoke playlist. He only realizes how deeply felt the words of that emotion—love—were in his heart when he gets to perform one certain song from the playlists. I believe you would also notice the change in the way he sings along with you, or even just by the way he would appear different, sweeter.

He had stars in his eyes. when he listens to you, his eyes take on that brilliant sparkle that shines and warms your heart more than normal. Over time, you come to understand that referring to him as your best friend is an inadequate description of who he is to you and who you are to him.

You found yourselves in the bathroom, focused on skincare, at this late hour. With a clay mask on your face that gives you both a greenish complexion and your special playlist playing in the background, everything is good, and you are happy. Keeping your eyes closed, you continued to tell Sunoo about the most recent developments he had missed as he finished attaching the mask to the top of your face.

You were perplexed because he wasn't making the same kind of comments he used to, but you chose to ignore the feelings until you no longer felt his touch as well. Slowly opening your eyes, you nearly muttered that he was still there.

He was still there, of course, but his hands were still close to your face, and his eyes were fixed on you.

You blushed in confusion at the circumstance, but the mask, which was drying, covered it. Since it seemed that his hearing was off, you lightly touched your closest friend's shoulder to make sure that he was still with you mentally. He was instantly awakened from his trance-like state by your touch.

You asked him whether everything was well with just your gaze.

"You know I was mesmerized, and I guess I don't tell you often enough. You're just beautiful y/n. But forgive me, what were you saying?"

You were dressed in pink pajamas, a questionable-colored mask, and a neon headband to pull your hair back, which made the situation funny. You chuckled at the idea of seeing yourself through his eyes.

When his eyes were sparkling to you, it seemed as though an infinite number of stars were reflected in them. When you closed my eyes to continue the mask treatment, it was difficult to forget the charming expression he had.

Both of us still remember that moment; Sunoo wonders how he was able to say something so courageous without giving it a second thought, and you remember it every time you open his chat because his username had changed to "STARBOY!!"

NI-KI [ 니키 ]

Niki loves being dramatic sometimes, but with you, he was overdramatic. he loved your attention and complained when he didn't get enough in his opinion. He knew you well, so he also knew how to make it up to you when his drama reached its limit-like one time when he hadn't spoken to you all day because you hadn't responded to ALL of the 29 posts he sent you…

Under the moon is the only time when your conversation becomes deeper, and when you were able to share almost all the deepest secrets of your soul. You two have this idea that because of the moon, it is impossible not to be honest. And because of this belief of yours, he found himself speechless when you asked him how he felt about you.

Sending you all the posts he thought funny, often starting with "they are to us"—and then the most random humorous animal videos. until he realized that he also started to associate you two with videos of couples…

Niki loved sending you all the posts he found on his Instagram home page. He knew you shared interests and loved reading your reactions. Often the posts he shared were also little-known memes - that you explained to each other - or anything that reminded him of you - like some funny animal, song, or outfit.

His favorites were videos with silly animals, and he loved when you sent them back to him, too - because at that moment, between all, you had thought of him. He didn't often get a chance to tell you that he loved and cared about you, so he had made sharing posts his love language.

He was waiting for your comments on those videos, and it was now a tradition for you to take at least an hour out of your day to look at all the posts he had sent you. No matter how tired or busy you were, every day you made time to respond to him, and he of course did the same.

His posts had become what always managed to cheer you up, and what always warmed his heart.

You even created a shared playlist in which there are everything-from cat videos to movies you absolutely must see along with places to visit.

So this becomes part of your routine. So it happened that he would be on his phone after practice with the other guys to text you, and especially to share with you everything he knew would bring a smile to your face.

Everyone knew you were best friends, but after noticing how essential the messages to you had become they were realizing that maybe something was going on.

It was after a day of training, in which Niki felt off, that they decided to ask him what happened and exactly what you were to him.

"She's my best friend," he replied.

"Hmm sure. Did something happen today?"

"Yes, she visualized, but she hasn't replied to me yet," he said reluctantly showing your chat.

After being baffled by the number of posts he sent, they decided to help out and see what he had sent you - partly out of curiosity, and partly to understand...

It was Heeseung who noticed that among the posts sent, there was more than one in which it referred to you as "things to do w your gf" or "which one of these dresses would look good on your gf" (he said outfit number 2) and the end... two sleeping cuddled cats and his last message "they could be us♡"

"Niki, did you realize you just confessed - repeatedly - to y/n on insta via posts?"

As an outside narrator, I can only say that Niki never ran so fast from you-

now I need 1. a playlist karaoke w sunoo and 2. the insta home page of niki, and the playlist y/n shares w him </3

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viisator · 15 days

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Two words of love - P.Sunghoon

Pairings: Park Sunghoon X F!Reader

Genre: Thriller. Horror(little bit). Drama.

Warning: death.

Description: Have you ever felt like you're living to survive? What if someone you dearly love brought you to hell? What if you're no longer able to survive? Will you kill yourself, or him instead?

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(the description is shitty but I went through my drafts again and saw that this is finished...one of my favs but the first half part is boring...but the ending is kinda cute so...yeah. I'll be in senior high btw.)

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Flesh and bone met each other as the sweet taste of iron filled Y/n’s mouth. She hugged her shudders as she lay her whole body on the cold floor, waiting for another pain to touch her in a few seconds. But there came none.

9:41. She closed her eyes as she listened closely to Sunghoon’s movements. She heard him walk away from her as the door creaked open and closed.

It’s been that way since they married three years ago. It’s been her job to ease his stress whenever Park Sunghoon’s been beaten up with his career, and still…all this time she said none. She’d gladly do his meal, do his laundry, clean all the things he had that should be clean, massage him whenever he needed it, sing him a lullaby if he could not sleep, tell him all sorts of lies to ease his worries, but all of those—best. it should suit his taste. It should be perfect. It should be something like him. It should be the best. Park Sunghoon does not need Y/n’s advice, doesn’t need her to complain, and doesn’t want her poor work; she must do all things to perfection. He just could not accept it if anything’s not to his taste if she complained—no. she should never. He does not need her voice to speak with any kind of authority and complaints; after all, he had never brought money to her table less than any job she’d had, paid her. But even requesting food or asking her what she wants for dinner is forbidden.

Y/n pulled herself up from the floor before her whole body turned cold from lying for too long. Lifting her heavy bruised head, the wall clock ticked for midnight. She had been lying for three hours without any kind of movements but her breathing. She looked around her, the whole house was neat, the floor could even pass as a bed, but the broken pitcher on the kitchen floor—she needed to clean it up before Sunghoon felt his thirst. So as fast as her beaten bruised body could do, she grabbed all the shards on the floor, hastily picking every piece of glass—she needed to hurry because probably in no time, he might wake up from the loud noise her chest was making…Y/n can see red. She needs to clean it up. But the glass. Clean the glasses first then clean the red on the floor, clean the red on her hands, clean her shaking hands, clean her wobbly feet, clean her shivering body. She could not breathe, she could barely see the shards she was picking. If only she could turn it all back and never loved him—never married him.

The sound of pouring water, and the burning of the wounds and bruises all around Y/n’s body made her wince in pain. If only the water were quiet whenever it hit the bathroom floor, and if only the pain in her back never made her make such a sound. She’s afraid he’ll wake up and hurt her again. _______

Y/n tapped her screen to turn off the alarm. 6:04. Pulling herself from the couch, she heaved a sigh. An hour from now, Sunghoon will be awake for work. Y/n wasted no more seconds and went to the kitchen, rinsed white rice then proceeded to turn on the rice cooker, broke an egg, cut a sausage in half, and threw it on the hot oiled pan. Y/n can barely feel the cuts on her palms, and can hardly complain about the throbbing of her body.

She heard the shower open and the door slammed closed. 6:57. That fast? Pouring water into the kettle, she hastily put two scoops of tea into the teapot. 7:06. He should be putting on clothes now and should be done in a moment. Y/n put a plate on the table as neatly as possible, took a pair of chopsticks, and took Sunghoon’s favorite seasoning from the cabinet.

Sunghoon didn’t say a word as he pulled the chair and sat down soundlessly. Y/n put a half teaspoon of nutmeg into his rice, poured the boiling water into the teapot, and served her peaceful husband a cup of tea.

They stayed quiet as Y/n cut three carrots, while Sunghoon eat his meal. Y/n can still remember the night they first met, the jobs that made them so close, and the whole moment of their wedding. Now Y/n could only wait for him to leave so she could sleep at least just for an hour.

“Karin will be eating dinner with me.” Sunghoon will not be home until tomorrow afternoon. Y/n could sleep a day, or at least walk Gauel to the park later or tomorrow morning. But Sunghoon must not see her slacking off. He doesn't like it when she rest.

After Sunghoon put down his utensils and stood up, Y/n ran to fetch a coat for him and grabbed his things while she waited for him by the door. She held the coat wide for him to wear and gave him his things, held the door open until he stepped outside their apartment.

“Come back safely.” Sunghoon went on his way without answering—like usual—and Y/n locked the door once he was out of sight.

Park Sunghoon is a former idol and is currently big in the modeling industry. Eleven years ago when he started his modeling, after a year of being a minor model, he became a Vogue cover, went to different countries, endorsed, modeled, and walked through the runway with different luxury brands. In the years of his success, there he met Lee Y/n. Y/n was Sunghoon’s makeup artist for seven years, and she’s the sister of one of his friends Lee Heeseung. There were times and events when Y/n and Sunghoon interacted outside of work because of their connection with Lee Heeseung. Time passed. They fell in love and dated for four years.

Sunghoon was the sweetest when they dated. Always checking on her, asking for what she thinks, and what she likes. He’d take care of her when she was unable to take care of herself. He’d act like a child just to get her attention. She always felt like the most significant person in the world. The most important person to him. She didn’t know what happened.

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The feeling of knocking loudly on the hard tiled floor, and the feeling of feeling nothing at all—Park Sunghoon lifted himself from laying, then eventually felt warm hands on his shoulders and back, guiding him on the pillow to lean on his back, then he slap the hands away.

The last thing Sunghoon remembered was that he was feeling sick, then suddenly lost consciousness, unable to register what was happening around him, then eventually knocked himself down while on shoot.

“I was worried—”

“You did this, didn’t you?” Voice lashed with cold, he looked up at Y/n who met his eyes.

“Did what...?”

He couldn’t believe her. How could she act all innocent? Was she jealous of Karin that’s why she did this. Was she mad at him because of what happened last time with their date? Just what is wrong with her?

“Put nutmeg on my food every single meal.” His face was solid rock. His brows met each other while his jaw clench hard.

Y/n creased a confused face. She thought he liked it when she added a little nutmeg on his rice. What is it this time? Y/n truly is getting tired.

“You—you said you liked it when I add nutmeg into your rice?” She whispered as she held her hands tightly below her, preventing them from shaking.

“We’ll talk later at home.” Sunghoon managed to say on gritted teeth, while Y/n swallowed whatever she could swallow.

Was it her fault again? She didn’t know why he fainted, the doctor didn’t say anything to her, all she knew was that he fainted while on the shoot...but she wished he’d not hurt her, she wished he’d just forget whatever her sin was, she would gladly apologies to him—kneel and beg for forgiveness, ask for him not to give her another cut and bruise to fix and cover.

Sunghoon slowly pushed himself off the bed, and as he stood up, he couldn’t help but wince in pain, slowly, he put his hand on his temples. Y/n called out to him, helping him to sit down again.

“I’m sorry, Sunghoon—wha—whatever happened, I’m very sorry, I didn’t mean it. Please, if you could ever give me time to make it up—please forgive me—”

“SHUT UP!” Y/n didn’t cry because he slapped her hands away, it was his unforgiving voice that startled at her. She could feel her throat clench.

Slowly and gently, she tried to catch Sunghoon’s hands. He didn’t resist nor slap her hands away this time, but Y/n could feel his hard fist.

“Let’s go home.” Y/n followed quietly.

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Park Sunghoon once complimented Lee Y/n’s cooking when they were still mare acquaintances. It was a normal Monday at work and Y/n always packed her lunch, and unexpectedly, Park Sunghoon came up to her to eat lunch together. Sunghoon liked the rice…the rice had nutmeg at that time.

Earlier at 8:21 at work, Sunghoon felt weird sensations in the pit of his stomach, while his surroundings danced around him. It wasn’t the first time it happened at work, and it wasn’t the first time that it happened anywhere. There are times when he constantly feels nauseous while having severe headaches, while everything around him seems to change shapes. He thought it was his overworking.

The last thing Sunghoon heard was ringing and Karin’s soft voice called over him and then he passed out. He woke up lying in the hospital bed with a doctor hovering over him. The doctor said that his constant nausea and hallucinations were the effect of digesting too much nutmeg, and the only one making his meal was his wife. It was always ordered food whenever he and Karin had meals.

Back at home, Y/n and Sunghoon sat still on the couch. Y/n’s looking at her trembling hands as Sunghoon stare at her with gritted teeth. Y/n whispered out trying to break the silence.

“You—You once told me you liked rice with nutmeg—” A loud bang cut through her words. Sunghoon smashed the wooden table separating them, as Y/n tried to cover her mouth, swallowing her cries.

“Y/n.” Sunghoon called out. But Y/n couldn’t look him in the eyes, her line of view could only register his clenching fist on the table through tear eyed sight.

“I’ve been feeling sick—I thought I was dying!” He raised his voice, she made a whimper.

“I’ve been blaming my work! And it’s all because you! You were trying to kill me—you tried to kill me, Y/n!” finally she looked him in the eye shaking her head.

“No—no, Sunghoon that’s not—” Y/n extended her arms to hold him by the table as she lifted herself up from sitting, but he raised his hand high above her, then she lay still on the floor, staring at the tiled ground with tears swelling her eyes. She couldn’t help it anymore, the whole apartment echoed her loud cries. Then, in a second the bedroom door slammed closed, and she was left alone with her silent whimpers.

She didn’t mean it, she only wants his approval, his acknowledgement; she only wanted Sunghoon to eat with her at dinner instead of spending all his night with Karin. She only wanted him to return and be the man she loved once.

Y/n wasn’t ignorant about the effect of too much nutmeg, that’s why she only added a little every meal. But when Sunghoon started to eat dinner with Karin and come back home late, and sometimes not returning home at all—Y/n took the opportunity to add a half tea spoon of nutmeg into his every breakfast. A part of Y/n knew that she added nutmeg with ill intent. While most part wants him to acknowledge and notice her. Then, it really was her fault…

After lunch earlier, when her phone rang with an unknown caller ID and told her the news of her husband passing out, she immediately put down Gauel and rushed to the hospital. When she arrived, the doctor only told her that he already woke up last hour, and eventually returned back to sleep. Then the doctor said nothing more.

When Sunghoon woke up and told her about the nutmeg, she was shaken, she thought she could kill herself for being the one who caused danger to her husband—now, she could only swallow her cries when he lifted his fist and broke from her touch. He hit her face strong enough to send her frozen on the floor.

Whenever Sunghoon is angry, often at her, Y/n slept at the spare room while Sunghoon locked himself alone in their bedroom. The first time they had a fight, Sunghoon told her that he wanted to be alone and slept at the spare room. But to Y/n’s conscience, she begged Sunghoon to sleep at their room instead since it’s much comfortable there than sleeping on the dusted bed at the spare room. Now, whenever Sunghoon’s mad at her, Sunghoon would locked himself alone in their room, with her no way of getting inside. She often felt like he already abandoned her, but he also needed a slave to take care of him, that’s why until now Sunghoon haven’t chased her out.

Like the usual, Y/n would get up at 5-6 am to prepare his meal, then see him off at the door. But today, after arranging his breakfast at the table, Sunghoon spared her no glance and went out without telling her a word. He doesn’t want to eat. He doesn’t trust her.

So Y/n sat down and ate his meal instead. Seconds passed and her head’s already flooded with thoughts. Minutes passed and her thoughts made her burst out crying.

Why did everything turned out to be like this? Why did he turned out to be like this? Is he still Sunghoon? The one she loved? Or was this someone else? It must have been his façade. He must’ve tricked her, and she fell in love with the idea of him without actually knowing him. It was all her fault was it? Should she die and end everything with her last breath? Or should he die and free herself?

Y/n spent her all morning thinking of ways to get rid of her pains, until Gauel barked at her to snap out of it. She saw Park Sunghoon in red just then. She slapped herself for the ridicule she’s been thinking and proceeded to do her chores.

Late that evening, she baked tiramisu—Sunghoon’s favorite—and cooked galbi jjim with other various dishes, also opened a bottle of soju, and message him at 6:03, apologizing and wishing him home, telling him she cooked his favorite and she didn’t add nutmeg in any of the dishes nor the rice.

8:37. Y/n had already set up the table and the dishes, and somewhere between 8-9, Sunghoon will be home. So she patiently readied herself sitting on the chair, checked her phone if he had already replied, but unfortunately, he left her on read. Well, at least he read. He knows she’s making all the efforts to apologize. Y/n let out a sigh and wished that he’d show up.

11:21. All the dishes had already run cold. Y/n was broken from her trance when Gauel approached her and barked. Her phone rang. it was Sunghoon’s caller ID.

“Oh!” It was a girl’s giggle with mumblings over the background.

“Uhm, who is this?”

“Y/n!” Y/n recognized the voice, it was her old coworker’s voice, before she resigned and married Sunghoon. It was Karin’s. Y/n couldn’t help but swallowed the lumps forming on her throat.

“Su—Sunghoon won’t be home for a while…” Karin’s voice was sloppy and uneven. She must be drunk.

“Why? Did something happen?”

“What? Of course not! Silly Y/n—” She hiccupped. “Just wanted to tell you Sunghoon’s unavailable to see you for dinner tonight.” Low grunts from the background made Y/n’s shoulder shiver.

“Why are you telling me this, where is he?” Y/n’s voice must’ve been shacking, she could feel her throat and chest throbbing.

“Hmm? What is it?” seconds of pause and Karin laughed on the other line.

“Sunghoon’s asleep honey! Bye~”

“wait! Kari—” Karin’s voice was replaced with ringing. Y/n slowly put the phone down, stood up and entered their bedroom, leaving the dishes cold on the table. Sunghoon’s probably drunk with Karin, doing who knows what…Y/n couldn’t take it anymore.

Sunghoon didn’t mean to not return home after three whole days…he just wanted a time alone and free himself from stress; it’s just that, Y/n has been giving her head ache for these past few days, and he wanted to clear his head, though Karin has been with him throughout those past three days.

Sunghoon slowly turned the knob. The whole apartment is pitch black, while there was an unpleasant smell lingers the air. Sunghoon ran and turned the lights open. There, at the table lays bowls, plates, and cups of rotten dishes. Sunghoon registered the decaying smell of gochujang and the smell close to a dead rat. In instinct he put his arms on his mouth and nose. What the hell is this? Where is Y/n?

Sunghoon wasted no more time and burst the bedroom door open and turned on the lights. No sign of his wife. He then strode to the bathroom door, pushed the curtains away, and no one’s there. He checked the spare room, checked the roof deck, checked the longue again, shuffled through Y/n’s dresser and closet. Her stuff is still there.

Y/n must’ve left since the night she last messaged him about the meal she made…she was apologizing to him, and he was with Karin. He remembered there were a time that night when Karin borrowed his phone and called someone. Was it Y/n? Sunghoon roughly shuffled his hair, scratched his palms, massaged his temples. Karin must’ve said something to Y/n. As far as he could remember, Karin drove him to the hotel he stayed at, then stopped in the middle of the road to borrow his phone, then when he’s inside the hotel room, he locked the door and said goodbyes to Karin. That’s all that happened that night…

Sunghoon grabbed his coat, turned off the lights and went outside. He needs to find Y/n. He must’ve been hard on her. Just what the hell did Park Sunghoon do?

Sunghoon felt the cold wind brush through his hair once he went down the apartment stairs, and now he stands alone in the roads. With his messy and scattered thoughts, the muffled screams of vehicle horns, yells of the drivers ahead of him, and the sound of his far distance apologies—he ran his eyes around him, he didn’t care if he’s in the middle of the road, but he’ll find his wife. He needed to find his wife.

To no avail, Park Sunghoon never had any trace of her. Slowly, with no energy left from his body, he opened the door and slam it close behind him. Something lunged at him...then burning and chocking—he could not breath. Sunghoon held the belt around his throat. With all his strength, he tried to lift up the person behind him as his sight blur while his breathing shortens, and a loud weight hitting the floor made his lungs finally grasps for air. Park Sunghoon stared at his wife slowly lifting herself up from the floor. Is he seeing this right? Y/n—Y/n…she—Y/n. His Y/n was trying to kill him…

Sunghoon couldn’t move on his feet. His eyes are wide open, his breathings are accelerating and accelerating until a quiet shriek left his mouth. His whole body was frozen when his wife lifted her head up to look at him. Tears flooded her eyes as she slowly stands up. Her whole body was shaking, and her loud cries filled Sunghoon’s hearing. Y/n lunge at him, running, tackling him down on the floor, Sunghoon held her wrist as she pushed her whole strength into the knife she’s holding. Sunghoon called out her name, but her cries only got louder and louder until his grip on her loosen. One, two, three...six—she stabbed and stab and stab. Sunghoon stared at his lovely wife. Her hair loose on their tight bun, he badly wants to hug her on her pink blooded apron she always wore whenever she cooks him meal. Slowly and gently, Park Sunghoon touched her wet cheeks. Little by little, her skin turned red as he kept on caressing her softly. Y/n screamed her pain and Sunghoon could only smile at her, because now he understands, he wasn’t able to be a good husband for her.

“I’m sorry,”

With the last of his strength, and the last burning of his breath, he held her hands tightly, and closed his eyes. Y/n lifted an axe.

The first time Park Sunghoon saw her was at Lee Heeseung’s 20th birthday, back in the times they were newly debut. She wore a ridiculous ankle pink boots and a twin messy braid. He remembered Heeseung and her argued about Heeseung not informing her that his friends will come, she should’ve wore something decent. But Park Sunghoon loved that outfit. That’s the outfit he always loved.

It was snowing hard outside when they first met at work. Y/n was newly hired as Sunghoon’s makeup artist. She remembered his soft smile that burned her cheeks, she remembered when Sunghoon first asked her out, she remembered when he first kissed her, she remembered his heat all over her—not like this, cold and still.

The taste of sweet, salty and savory erected at Y/n’s tongue. The sensation of chewy and juicy flooded her mouth, and when she swallowed, a great feeling of longing, sorrow and grief left her body weak. The body-less of Park Sunghoon’s head stare at Park Y/n as she opened her mouth, bringing a spoon full of his love for her to digest.

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Note: HI! all the infos about nutmeg is from google...so...pls don't attack me. Btw i'm sorry Sunghoon died. and i'm sorry i was dead for too long....so yeah...

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4am-enha · 1 year

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late summer lovin’

description: you desperately want to spend your last summer here in town with your friends, only to find out almost all of them are away on vacation. that is, all of them but heeseung. the one friend you’d never really been that close with.

pairing: heeseung x gn reader (fluff, non idol)

wc: ≈ 1.5k

warnings&tags: lowercase intended, didn’t proofread, teensy angst?, kissing under stars, spending summer with heeseung, friends to kinda lovers, short one shot, pool scene, kinda shy and awkward hee, fluff, gender neutral reader, self insert, y/n.

note: this is the first time im releasing a lowercase and barely proofread work simply because i just didn’t have the time, but i wanted to get this small idea out! hopefully you guys still like it. :)

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it was the last summer you’d have in this town before you had to move away for college. you had just graduated and were feeling freer than you ever had before. you decided that nothing was going to stop you from enjoying this summer and that you’d enjoy it to the fullest.

what a better way to spend this summer than with your closest friends? but almost all of your friends were away for the summer on vacation with their families.

except heeseung. the one you were the least close to.

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it was the last summer you’d have here in this old familiar town before you had to move away for college. you had just graduated and were feeling freer than you ever had felt before. no more restrictions and limits. just finally time to enjoy the world around you.

time. you finally had time. it’s the one thing you had been craving for the entirety of your just gone school year.

you decided that nothing was going to stop you from enjoying this summer and that you’d spend every moment of it to the fullest. you’d do things that made you uncomfortable just to get out of your zone, try new things, and just enjoy it all.

what a better way to spend this summer than with your closest friends? to you, there was no better way. so that’s exactly what you wanted to do.

however a boundary quickly came your way. almost all of your friends were working or just too busy to do the things you wanted to do, and if they weren’t busy they were away for the summer on vacation with their families.

except heeseung.

within your whole friend group, heeseung was the one you were the least close to. you had met each other through your mutual friends a year ago, but had only ever talked and hung out when everyone else was there.

recently, your friend group had gone on a trip to the capital for a day since it was just a few hours drive away. you had all spent the day together, the majority of it crammed up in the back of jays car. you were stuck in the middle, squished between jungwon and heeseung. at first it was awkward as you could physically feel your sides up against them, but if you were being honest, being crammed up like that only brought you and heeseung closer that day- physically and emotionally.

you spent the long car journey talking and joking since you were sat next to each other. it quickly started getting more comfortable between the two of you. so comfortable, that on the way home you and heeseung had fell asleep with your heads leaning on each other- to which you were painfully reminded of it every second after you had woken up to your friend jake teasing the pair of you, and showing you the pictures he had taken while you were asleep.

after that day, you and heeseung had been texting each other more often.

now, just a month later, you were the only two of your friends that were left in town for the summer.

you impulsively decided to try and make some plans with heeseung, since you’d rather spend time with him than waste the summer away alone. even if it was awkward.

to your surprise, he agreed with no hesitation.

this was the first time you would hang out together, just the two of you. of course, at first it was awkward as hell.

it was a simple summer day, simple plans, nothing too out there. you and heeseung had decided to go to the local pool because the hot sunny temperature was ridiculous to be out in.

if heeseung was being honest, he was so nervous about hanging out, he had over prepared before he got there. it was as if he was going on a date- which he wasn’t. he struggled to think of conversation to make with you for a while. though, he eventually forgot about how anxious he was as he saw you having fun and laughing at his random jokes he had cracked out of nerves.

he couldn’t help but pay more attention to your smile than usual. maybe it was just the way the sun reflected off the pool water onto your face, but it was pretty on you, and your laugh was addicting to listen to. that was the real reason he was being extra funny today.

he shook it off and decided to just splash you with the water. maybe it would rinse away whatever he was feeling right now looking at you.

as time went on, the sun hid behind clouds and sudden shade loomed over the pool. it got a bit chilly; it was relieving for those who weren’t in the water- which was now getting significantly colder. you started to visibly shiver. heeseung immediately noticed and swam over to you.

“y/n, are you okay?” he was concerned.

“yeah, it just got a bit cold,” you complained.

“here,” heeseung grabbed onto you, pulling you closer to him, his arms wrapped around your waist, your legs wrapped around his own waist. he carried you slowly through the water, leading you to the ladder.

“let’s get out now before you get hypothermia or something.”

and so you did both get out, but now you felt a lot warmer, and not because of the towel heeseung was sweetly wrapping you in, but because your love language was acts of service and for some reason what he had just done hit a soft spot in you momentarily. it had been physically the closest you’d ever been to him.

after you had both finished getting changed separately, you decided to go out and eat. the food was definitely needed after such a long swim.

heeseung watched you eat quite passionately and let out a soft giggle.

you looked at him and paused, quite offended, “what?”

“you look like a little chipmunk right now,” he ruffled your hair.

“ew? are you trying to give me the ick?” you rolled your eyes.

“calm down alvin,” heeseung mumbled under his breath, causing you two to bicker for a while.

that evening as you lay in your bed, you could only help but think of the day you had spent with heeseung. you stared at your ceiling with a smile. hanging out with heeseung alone wasn’t that bad, in fact you kind of enjoyed it more than when you were both with your other friends. you pulled out your phone and shot him a message.

let’s do it again tomorrow?

how about we just spend the entire summer together?

and you both held yourselves to that. many burning days went by of a similar manner, laughs, jokes, blushing, unintended flirting. quality time spent together, just getting to know one another more and more. you enjoyed each other’s company. it felt right. maybe you were destined to be best friends this whole time.

you spent the summer going to each other’s places, watching movies, cooking and baking together, dancing around, playing video games, self care nights, stargazing, cloud watching, going to the pool, going on food runs, doing shopping fashion shows, just being around each other.

you grew inseparable, the most iconic duo of the summer.

you were glad summer was going how you had wanted it to. you enjoyed each day so much, you had forgotten how fast it would end.

on your final night in town, you and heeseung had gone on one last night drive. the night felt so surreal. it didn’t feel like the last night you’d be here like this.

you watched out the car window, breeze brushing your face, the prominent smell of night (if that made sense). you and heeseung just sat in silence with music playing, embracing the nostalgic kinda vibe moment. it felt like those scenes in coming of age movies you watched.

before heeseung pulled up to your house for the final time, he decided to take the long way home- stopping in a random parking lot.

you didn’t question it, in fact you actually didn’t mind at all. you wanted as much time as you could get with him left. you’d grown so attached to his presence, you weren’t quite sure how you were going to deal without it now.

the movers had already been and taken all your stuff, so it was more entertaining to be out of the house anyway, and you didn’t really feel like going back.

heeseung looked over to you, “i just want to thank you. because of you i’ve had the best summer there could’ve been.”

“don’t thank me,” you began, “thank you for agreeing to spend it with me. i’m glad we spoke more individually.”

you both smiled and sat quietly again for a while, music humming quietly from the car radio.

“oh look at the stars!” he explained excitedly, pointing to the window.

“do you think that one is a constellation?” you pointed as well, joining in.

“maybe,” heeseung laughed “that one kind of looks angry.”

“how can a star look angry?”

heeseung shrugged and looked at you.

you snorted, “you’re stupid.”

he smiled.

“i’m gonna miss this,” you finally admitted, avoiding eye contact.

silence. it was silent for a moment. it made you look at him again, wondering why he had not said anything at all.

he was already looking at you, actually looking kind of sad and conflicted. he said nothing still. you blushed slightly from the long eye contact.

that’s when something changed. the moment that if you would have told yourself from a few months ago about, you’d laugh at yourself. no way would that happen. but it did. heeseung reached over to you, pulling you in by the chin, and he had impulsively kissed you.

that definitely took you by surprise, but who were you to complain?

heeseung had pulled back and hesitated for a moment, worried that he had forgotten to ask first. you pulled him back in almost instantly, because something in you had secretly been wanting this for a while now.

you hadn’t told him, but over the time that you had spent together you began to develop some strong romantic feelings.

little did you know, so had heeseung.

you had both kept it from each other because of the simple fact you were moving away and starting anything serious now would be problematic. neither of you would believe the other would ever like you back anyway. how wrong you both were.

you had always raved on about how happy you’d be to leave this small town behind, but now you had something special attached to it.

part of you felt disappointed and angry that you had left it so late to finally get close like this. it felt like you had wasted so much time- but how could you have known what special connection awaited between you? this was never planned, but then again the most precious things never were.

heeseung couldn’t take it anymore.

if he was going to confess at all, he would confess now, even through just a small action- because he felt like he was losing you tonight. he wasn’t sure when he’d see you again and he knew he would regret it if he didn’t act now. everything in him urged him to be close to you, protect you, hold you, kiss you, but he couldn’t tell you in words. he felt selfish for it, knowing you’d be gone tomorrow.

“i’ll miss this too,” heeseung finally said through a short pause, immediately meeting your lips again and holding you tight under the stars.

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woongisi · 6 months

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i keep thinking about kitty sunoo and how he’d love pretty pink cat wear and would literally NUZZLE into your lap wanting to be pet by you

no bc ur absolutely right! kitty sunoo is such an elite concept tbh

he tries to behave for you, he really does, but sometimes he just can't help if :( if you're on the couch and he feels needy, he'll shake his head a bit to try and get your attention with the little bell on his collar. that doesn't work? next thing you know he's crawling into your lap with a little pout on his face. he shoves his face against you with a pathetic whine. when you finally appease him (after a little teasing for acting so pathetic) he's putty in your hands. flashing his signature eye smile and sighing as you run your fingers through his fluffy hair. he particularly loves it when you scratch his scalp just behind his ear, leaning into your hand and sending goosebumps all across his soft skin. he's a good kitty even if his patience gets the best of him sometimes... who are you to deny him when he's so darling?

verdict: I LOVE KITTY SUNOO

#[gray answers 🎤]#[gray fucks enha 🍷]#sunoo smut #enhyphen smut

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mae-gi-writes · 2 years

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DISTRACTED || JAY (ENHYPHEN)

Jay has to go to work. Except, he keeps getting distracted by you.

Genre: bestfriends to lovers!au, fluff, confession time, heated makeout sesh

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Jay is distracted.

More specifically, he's distracted by you.

Look, the thing is: he's someone who loves keeping track of his money. Hence the reason why he'd asked to share half of his rent with you and, considering that you've lived in the same dormitory for the entirety of your university life, the changes had been minimal, practically close to nothing. Having grown up on the same side of the road and seeing each other everyday did that to him; it made him take for granted that your friendship was somewhat special, somewhat different from the usual encounter with girls.

He's lived with you for a few weeks now, and he won't complain. You cook him meals that take him by surprise whenever he comes home from work, you make sure to wash his laundry when he forgets and in return, he does the same. It's quite an amazing teamwork that you've got with the young man. He's pretty certain that in another life, he would've gravitated towards you all over again.

So what is this?

Why is he feeling so weird?

To be honest, Jay had known that albeit the fact that you weren't popular among most of the male population -- the ones that lived on short skirts and high heels and perfect manicures -- you did have some potential candidates asking around for you. So, you're not completely erased from the dating scene.

But to be clear, you'd never been Jay's type.

So he feels like slapping himself upon catching his own eyes wandering over to the dampness dotting your collarbones.

I mean, he thinks to himself while quickly down at his coffee, it is an attractive sight.

You're the type of girl that holds a no-nonsense look, a wardrobe that consists of large t-shirts thay you've inherited from your older brothers and baggy shorts that did nothing to help your sex appeal in his opinion. You're the type of girl who always has her hair in a ponytail, who's always late to class and would rather stay home and chill instead of dressi.g up to go shopping and get pampered.

Jay, on the other hand, loves seeing girls getting dolled up, loves the feminity that it brings out, loves the show of legs, the clad, skin-tight tops that cinches at the waist, the type of girl that isn￠t scares to ask for help or to show that they're interested in romantic adventures.

But this morning is quite different. Because it seems as though a veil has just been lifted from Jay's eyes.

You, with your friggin collarbones dotted with the dampness of your morning shower, decked in your usual attire. Same, yet different.

Damn.

"What if they ask me about my previous jobs?" You're busy chatting on about your worries, about your interview and the possible questions that might follow but as much as he wants to comfort you, he just cannot be fucked when his eyes are so riveted on that naked patch of skin.

His lips tingle and he licks them.

Just as you say, "Jay? Earth to Jay? Hellooo?"

"H-Huh?" He snaps to attention, blinking as warmth seeps up his neck, "sorry, what d'you say?"

"I asked whether you think I should wear a dress or pants," you turn, press back against the kitchen counter and take a sip of your coffee, "I looked it up and google said dresses look more feminine, but pants are more professional."

He tries imagining you in a dress and his blood turns hot. He averts his gaze, "how am I supposed to know?" He mutters into his cup in a manner reminiscent of a sulky pup.

You cock your head curiously, an amused smile gracing your lips, "what is up your butt this morning?"

"Tired."

"You're always tired Jay," his toast pings and you place them on a plate before you hand it to him.

He thanks you quite sourly as he butters it a little too aggressively for your taste, "I got a lot of stuff to sort out at work."

What a pitiful excuse, his mind chimes.

"Oh yeah? Says the guy who was proclaming his job was the best."

"That was before overtime was a thing."

"Ahh overtime, the joy-killer," you say dramatically, even hold a hand to your forehead. Your own toaat pops out and you place your plate upon the counter opposite him, proceeding to spread peanut butter, "so, to answer my question: dress or pants?"

"Ppft. Neither--ow!" He yelps when you slap his shoulder, a pout forming on his face as he rubs the sore spot, "you're asking me this when you've never even worn them."

"You don't have to see me wear them," you roll your eyes and take a bite from your toast, "use your imagination a little."

He munches on his breakfast, "you're asking for too much."

"Oh my go-- you know what Jay? Nevermind. I'm just gonna wear the pants."

He's about to retort back a reply, only to get distracted by the way your t-shirt dips slightly to show more skin that needed. He spots the crevice that runs down and disappears underneath your t-shirt, which leaves little to the imagination.

He sucks in a sharp breath. Lord. The lord was testing him.

"--also, stop giving me so much sass. It's only like, seven in the morning and I--"

It's on impulse. One minute you're reprimanding him and the next, he's shot forward, grabbed on to your shirt, and yanked it back to hide your neck.

A surprised yelp falls from your lips, "what the fudge, Jay?!"

But now he's distracted, because by doing so means that he's so, so close to you. If he moves a little forward, your noses might brush.

Your lips, parted and looking oh-so-appetizing that he feels his entire body still.

Oh.

Oh wow.

Oh no.

He should not be looking at you like that. He should not be thinking up imaginary scenarios of kissing you senseless--

"Jay? Hey Jay?" Your voice brings him out of his thought bubble. You're tense, and he feels it.

"S-Sorry, I just--" his mind scrambles for something to get him back out of the gutter he's just fallen into heads-on, "sorry. You're...you gotta stop doing that."

"Doing--wha--what did I do?" You can't help but stutter and his heart practically lurches up to his throat because that is fucking adorable.

"N-Nothing," he drops your shirt, averting his eyes so as not to see it slip back down and exposing the said patch of skin he's been avoiding like the plague all morning, "I think the pants would be nice."

It's a pathetic attempt to try and turn things back to normal, but you accept it, trying not to show your concern by devoting your entire attention to your toast.

The rest of your breakfast is quiet and you wash the dishes in silence as you hear Jay changing in his room. It's almost quarter to eight, a little later than Jay would normally leave, but you decide that today is a little weird and maybe it should just be swept under the rug and ignored.

God knows you do not want to breach that small incident with your best friend. Nor do you want to get another reminder of your useless, endless crush on him.

You reach for his bag, set upon the said kitchen counter, and tuck his lunch inside as you usually do, when you feel a presence hovering behind you.

You turn, and gasp.

Jay's arms cage you against the counter, face so close you spot the small scar dotting the corner of his eye. And you almost lose breath at his closeness because goddamnit, you're not used to this.

Your hands grip his bag, a tight ball of cloth that separates your two bodies like a peace offering.

"Jay," you say quietly, "what are you doing?"

But it's almost like you've just lost him to another world.

His eyes are glazed over, and his chest rises and falls with every shallow breath. He looks breathless, though you're certain he's got the lung capacity of an Olympain athlete.

He looks hot.

"Jay," you try again, "what are you--"

Your sentence is cut short when he leans in close. Nose along your neck. Brushing against skin.

Oh.

"H-Hey," your stuttering doesn't stop the said young man from nuzzling into the crook of your neck like a giant feline in need of affection. He lets out a soft sigh that tingles the skin at your collarbone. You tense in response, uncertain of what's about to unfold.

What is this?

You can hear the soft rumble at the back of his throat, the scent of his boy deodorant wafting through your nostrils as you feel his lips skim your nape, along your jaw, to rest at the corner of your ear.

You don't want to move. For fear that this, whatever this is, is just a piece of your wild imagination.

Maybe you're dreaming. You should be dreaming.

When Jay speaks next, his alto his hoarse, raspy with emotion:

"Y/N, I'm sorry but..." he takes another breath that shudders through his shoulders, "I’m going to try something.”

"Wh-What?”

“Just—Just trust me.”

And before you have time to react, Jay’s hands are cupping your cheeks before he pulls you in for a kiss.

His mouth slants over yours in the purest of ways, causing a series of goosebumps to prickle along your spine. You take in a sharp breath, but Jay kisses that away as he holds your face in place and kisses you senseless, until you’re light-headed, until you feel like you’re floating on cloud nine.

Slowly, you kiss back and Jay groans lowly at the back of his throat, one of his hands slipping down your arm, curving along the back of your elbow before grasping your hip. He pulls you closer to him as if you’re a drug and he’s in need of you, desperate for a taste, and the intensity at which his mouth moves over yours causes something to ignite in your chest.

A small gasp echoes through the back of your throat when Jay tilts his head and, slowly buy skillfully, swipes his tongue over your bottom lip. You feel light-headed, dizzy with Jay’s scent and Jay’s touch and Jay’s taste. It’s almost scary how quickly you fold under his hands as pliant as origami paper, and you’re not quite sure what to make of all this sudden realization.

But that is quickly shoved out of your head the moment his tongue manages to slip past your lips. You let out a strangled whimper, which Jay responds to with a growl of his own. His body presses you back against the counter, one thigh sliding in-between your legs and causing another gasp out of you, while a hand cards through your hair, fisting through the strands like he fears of letting go.

“Jay,” you murmur out the moment your mouths part. You gaze at each other, breathless and trying to blink away the sudden haziness of it all.

If you’re dreaming, you wish to never wake up.

You swallow hard instead. Your eyes flutter to the ground, to the way his body seems to mold with yours and, maybe realizing that the young man is pressed against you, your cheeks flush a bright red.

“What was that?”

Jay, on the other hand, does not appear the least embarrassed by what has just transpired. He leans in closer to nuzzle the crook of your neck in what seems to be affection.

“Jay,” you call out in warning. You hate it when he gets like this; locks away his thoughts for you to decipher.

“I don’t know. I don’t know what that was, okay?” He mumbles into your skin. His breath fans against your collarbones and that makes you shiver, “maybe I…maybe I like you. Maybe that’s it. I don’t know.”

“What do you mean, maybe you like me?”

Pulling away, it’s his eyes that are glued to the edge of the kitchen counter now. You wouldn’t be surprised if he starts shuffling his feet like a primary school kid getting scolded by his teacher.

There’s a silence that falls over the room as you wait for Jay’s response. It stretches on indefinitely. A warp in time that makes you hold your breath.

“I do.”

Your eyes snap up to his face. But he’s not—or rather— he can’t look you straight in the eye.

His hand comes up to rub the back of his neck and it’s almost instinct that he starts backing away from you in an attempt to protect some of that damn pride of his. The little that he has left.

“I do like you,” he whispers.

You swear your heart starts singing.

Your eyes find his. They lock. And you probably stare him down for more time than you should’ve.

“Do you…” you swallow thickly, the weight of emotion settling in your chest, "do you mean that?"

A pause. Jay, flustered red and looking everywhere but you, croaks out, "I do."

You can't help it. You start laughing.

Adorable.

It's a small chuckle at first. And then, seeing the furrowed confusion on Jay's face makes you laugh even harder.

"Oh I'm so sorry, Jay--" you clamp your lips down and cover your mouth with your hand as Jay bellows out, "what's so funny?"

"Nothing! Nothing at all--"

"You're making fun of me aren't you?" He leans back into your personal space and you yelp, hands latching onto his shoulders for support when you lose balance.

"I'm really not! I swear," you can't help the grin practically splitting your face in two, "I wasn't expecting you to be so serious--"

"I am serious, Y/N."

"I mean yeah, but like--"

"Wow. I confess to you and the only thing you can do is laugh in my face?" He looks offended, though his hands lacing around your waist tell another story, "I'm hurt."

"That's not it," you flash him a grin, giggles still lingering upon your tongue and you don't know that, but Jay swears he feels his entire tummy flip upside down.

He's gotten it...what was it that Heeseung said?

Oh right. He got it bad.

Though at the time, there was no way Jay believed Heeseung when his friend told him that love was bound to happen between the two of you.

"Do you?" He presses on to move the subject away from him.

You cock your head, "Do I?"

"Do you--I mean, if you didn't you wouldn't have kissed back..." his words trail off as a frown falls over his brows, "right?"

Your grin widens, "right."

"Stop smiling at me like that," his cheeks are a vibrant red, looking as though he'd like to be anywhwre but here at this precise moment, "it's creepy."

"Jay, you're blushing."

He jerks away, "I am not"

You laugh some more as your arms slip up to his neck and tug him closer, "aw, you're all flustered and stuff, it's so cute--"

Jay interrupts you with another kiss, presses long and hard until you're a gasping mess against his mouth.

He parts slowly, lips milimeters from each other, "not so chatty now, are you?" He breathes.

"That's cheating," you're the one blushing now. It's not all the time you get to see your best friend like this, all charm and charisma. You decide quickly that you quite like this side of Jay.

He smiles. That tender, affectionate smile that makes butterflies erupt through your chest, and as he brings you in for another hug, you close your eyes and hug back just as hard. You love basking in the comfort of his scent, of the warmth that wraps around you in a blissful utopia.

"Oh shit."

Jay pulls back so suddenly you lose balance.

"I'm gonna be late for work."

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"Jay, you're going to be late," you mumble against Jay's lips as he keeps on pressing insistent kisses. His arms wind around the back of your thighs, lifting you up without warning as you yelp in indignation.

"Jay!"

But he doesn't seem to hear your warning, smothering your protests with his mouth dancing against yours and making your toes curl in delight.

You'll never get tired of this, of Jay spending his mornings kissing you till you're gasping for breath, of Jay showering you with so much that you have no idea where to put your hands.

He's kissing you now after placing you atop the counter and sliding between your thighs. One hand cupping your jaw while the other holds your waist against him, you whimper out his name in a breathy moan when his mouth goes to nibble along your jaw.

"So pretty," he murmurs, the hand at your waist dropping to your clothed thigh, "god, I've been missing out."

"Yup, you have indeed--" your words turn to a gasp as he starts suckling on a patch of skin close to your ear. The hand at your jaw slips up to card through your still-damp locks while his other hand pushes your basketball shorts up to reveal naked akin.

That's enough to cause fireworks to explode behind your lids. You let out another small whimper, unable to help yourself as Jay starts a slow path of kisses down your neck, grumbling in satisfaction as he does so.

"Don't blame me--" you stutter out as he finds your sensitive spot that makes you hiss in delight, "--if your boss gives you shit--"

"Oh shush," his breath against your skin makes it tingle. He kisses his way back up to press one long kiss against your mouth.

"You're impossible," you say the moment he parts, arms around your waist in a loose hug and a lazy grin dancing on his mouth, "I know."

"Now go, or you'll really be late."

Groaning, he does as he's told though, and you walk him up to the door as he gathers his bag, coat and shoves his shoes on.

"See you tonight," you smile at him.

He throws you an annoyed look. Clearly, he isn't amused about the fact that you're pushing him out of the house and you swear he looks like the spitting image of a forlorn pup.

"What?" You jab at his shoulder playfully, "stop looking at me like that."

"Can I call in sick?"

"No!"

"But what if I really am si--"

"No you're not--"

He leans forward too kick for you register until he's kissing you again. A hard smack against your mouth.

"Love you."

You watch him go, a slow smile creeping over your lips.

"Love you too."

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luvbotsjy · 1 year

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RANDOM ENHYPEN LAYOUTS

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myst1cb0y · 1 year

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sunoo, showing up with a bruised face: hey guys. sunghoon, frantic: omg who hurt my beautiful sweet angel sunshine? who hurt u? i will hit them. are u ok? who hurt u? whO HURT YOU??? jungwon: you were the one who laughed when sunoo hyung fell face plant in the floor an hour ago.

#kpop memes #enhyphen #enhyphen memes #park sunghoon #yang jungwon #sunsun #kungyaz #kim sunoo #i land #incorrect kpop #incorrect quotes #incorrect enhyphen

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jayssluttywife · 3 months

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can we get bath sex with sunoo after a long and tiring day 🥺 like relaxing with him in the tub until you realise he’s hard so you help him out

OOOH I've been thinking about sunoo and what to make for him. But anyways...

This would be so so needy as both of you had a long day at work. Imagine just coming home, taking off your clothes and running hot water to have a calm bath with sunoo.

When you look down to see his dick had tripled in size. You ask him what happened and he needily said 'I couldn't help it when I saw you like this'. so you did the only thing you could and climbed onto the needy boy.

Slowly sinking into him, letting out a pornographic moan.

His dick filling you up so so good.

You bounce on him, slowly increasing you speed, also increasing his high pitched moans. You were both in another world, eyes forcefully closed, and bitten, swollen lips.

You bend down to needily kiss him, lips smashing together, hair sticking onto both of your faces. Eventually pulling out to get some air, pushing his neck to the side to print some love marks.

"fuck y/n 'm gonna cum!"

You let out one more moan before synchronizing your orgasm with his, as his dick his places it never had before, him cum shooting into you.

You get off him, only to kiss him again, hand roaming around his body to feel his soft, plum abs. You pull out and look at the water, a light white tint lurking in it. He looks at the water and then back at you,

"We better refill the water right?"

(Sorry if I didn't meet to your standards but I have textiles exams coming up for uni applications and I'm so so stressed) :(

ty anon for the idea<3

#enha x reader #enhypen #enhyphen hard thoughts #enhyphen x reader #enhypen smut #sunoo #sunoo smut #sunoo x reader #smut

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seungrunge · 7 months

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DESLIZA A LÂMINA NA MINHA TEZ, TUA UNHA TAMBÉM, A LÍNGUA REFÉM, GOTEJA SALIVA E SANGUE. QUERO QUE ME POSSUA E TIRE TUDO DE MIM, ARRANQUE MINHA ALMA E A SUFOQUE. PRECISO SAIR DESTE CORPO, DESTA CONSCIÊNCIA, DESEXISTIR. UMA PORCARIA DE HOSPEDEIRO, ISSO SIM.

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vkooksupremacy · 7 months

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Do you guys think Sunoo is the type to crossdress?

Thinking of writing a crossdress fic (just trying it out) and I'm unsure whether to make m!r or Sunoo the crossdresser

#enhyphen #enha #sunoo #kim sunoo #sunoo x male reader

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viisator · 10 months

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Heeseung as your boyfriend

Warning: mention of sex

I think...

Heeseung is the type to flirt from time to time, he likes his partner head over heels for him, and I think he loves superiority over his partner. He's the type to flirt a lot on the first date, and when you're both in a relationship, you both fight very often because it seems like he couldn't control his flirtiness, he would flirt with most of the girls he encounters with and it just made you so angry with him, and he likes it when you get jealous.

I also think...

He's the type to have sex in the very first date...(don't ask me, I just feel it in my gut!) I think he's the type to call cat names when you have sex with him, and he loves to hear your loud moans, and sometimes he just gets so creative when it comes to sex, that's why you never get bored.

He's the type to have a date on late car drives, Netflix and chill, or a romantic dinner in a fancy restaurant. He's also the type to give expensive gifts on your birthday. But when you give him cheap gifts he'll appreciate it so much and will ease your doubt that he'll ever like what you get him cuz it's cheap.

He's the type to have a party every day, and maybe that's where you'll meet him.

He's the type to show you off by grabbing you by the waist and saying something like "This is my girlfriend Y/n, she's pretty right?"

In his circle...

He'll shoot them deadly glares until they swallow their saliva hard.

And if he sensed that someone taking a like on you...

He'll get teas from his brother a lot. While he loves it when you help her mother around the kitchen, and I think he's the type to get delusional when it comes to your relationship with the members, he sometimes thinks Jake and Sunghoon have a crush on you, but actually, you just have similar interests with them, and they also have their lover, and that will ease his suspicions.

I also think ...

Lastly, I think...

He's also the type to cry over a break-up after a year, after you've finally moved on, he suddenly wants you back. But honestly, do you want him back? After all, he's the Lee Heeseung.

He's the type to dump you in a week if doesn't like you, and I also think he's the type to cheat a lot, he's the type to get bored in a long-distance relationship, so I think even if you both lasted very long, he'll just dump you for another girl.

Note: I kinda made Heeseung such a jerk in here :⁠-⁠|

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cornenhapovs · 5 days

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⋆·˚ 𝐓𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐬 𝐏𝐭 4 . 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐅𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞 ⋆·˚

⋆·˚ ----- pairing : enhypen hyung line x reader : silly , fake texts

⋆·˚ ----- do not plagiarize my works

ＨｅｅｓｅｕｎｇＪａｙ

ＪａｋｅＳｕｎｇｈｏｏｎ

—♡cherrie🍒

♡ @okwonyo @chaconnenha @wonryllise @nishions @angel1kisses @021894s @teddyseong @enmi-land ♡

#enhypen imagines #enhypen scenarios #enhyphen fake text #enhypen headcanons #enhypen heeseung #enhypen jay #enhypen sunghoon #enhypen jake #enhypen sunoo #enhypen x y/n #enhypen x you #enhypen x reader #enhypen hard hours #cornenhapovs🍒

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4am-enha · 1 year

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your writing is so cute ☺️ do you think you’d be able to write sunoo x reader where they go on a cute lil study date together?

Studying you.

Word count: 3.1k

Description: Kim Sunoo had always seemed to be in most of your classes, but you had never actually spoken to him before. There was no need to. You had completely different paths, and lives. That was until you were paired for a school project with only the weekend to get it finished.

Pairing: College student! Sunoo x College student!Reader.

Genre: College classmates to crushes. FLUFF!

Tags/includes: kim sunoo from enhypen, study/cafe date, crushing and blushin 🤭, shy ambivert x confident extrovert, being fed, cutesy shy fluff, college, facetime call, head patting, chivalry.

Warnings: swearing

Please note: !! This is purely an imagine for entertainment and should not be taken seriously, nor does it have anything to actually do with the real members of Enhypen thank you !!

“This time, we will be getting into pairs.”

The students began to look around the classroom to their desired partners, sharing a nonverbal mutual agreement to pair up for the project that would now consume their entire weekend.

“I will be picking the pairs,” the professor announced through a small laugh, amused and fully aware the class had already made mental plans. It wasn’t an uncommon sight within a classroom.

The class audibly groaned unenthusiastically. Nobody liked getting paired up, unless you were someone who had no friends- then it was like a savior, saving you from the embarrassment of not being chosen. Having to be paired up with someone even when you were given the option to choose a partner would make anyone feel like shit.

Luckily for you, you had a few friends. However, only two of your friends were in this class, and they had an annoyingly obvious preference of each other over you. Classic trio problems.

You looked over to your friends, who were already looking at each other with big smiles, crossing their fingers hoping to be paired by pure luck. That confirmed it. If given the option to choose pairs, neither of them would’ve chosen you anyway.

You rolled your eyes to yourself, resting your chin on the backs of your hands with your elbows uncomfortably digging into the solid desk space in front of you, as you drew your attention back to the professor's location.

You didn’t mind the fact that you were going to be paired up with someone random, but as an ambivert, it made you a little nervous. You knew you’d have to make conversation- and that just wasn’t your strong suit with someone completely new.

The professor began to call names in a random sequence. Some students celebrated, while others awkwardly sat in silence next to someone they had never even made eye contact with their whole life.

You had insisted yourself that you weren’t bothered by being paired up, but as the names kept coming and yours was still yet to be said, you began to get anxious.

“Y/n and…”

The professor flipped through the papers on his clip board for what felt like forever. You looked down fiddling with your hands, acting unbothered as people's eyes latched onto you in curiosity.

“Kim Sunoo!” the professor finally announced.

Kim Sunoo? Like? The outgoing guy who was known for being petty?

Yeah, you weren’t sure how to feel about the news.

Kim Sunoo had always seemed to be in most of your classes, but you had never actually spoken to him before. There was no need to. You had completely different paths, and lives.

Sunoo was very smart, outgoing, loud, confident. And you were- well- not so smart, nor were you confident. You couldn’t even look the waitress in the eyes when you ordered at a restaurant.

Sunoo had a very different perspective on you that you were not aware of though. He had always noticed you sitting quietly, almost always choosing to sit at the very back table of every classroom. You kept your nose out of everyone's business, and always showed up to class slightly late in a different style of outfit every day. You enjoyed crocheting little animals during breaks. You were really unpredictable, and Sunoo found that fascinating.

He had always wanted to approach you, but he had never worked up the courage to start up a conversation. That was unusual for him. Sunoo was a confident, social butterfly and everyone knew that. It was like his most prominent personality trait. He wasn’t quite sure why you were an exception to that. Why did you make him feel shy?

To Sunoo, this project was the perfect excuse and opportunity to get to know you apart from what he had heard about you from other classmates.

As his name was called, you made instant eye contact with him. He was closer to the front of the class, just a few desks away. You flashed a small smile, and he returned it with a big eye-smile followed by a little wave. You broke the eye contact, feeling awkward, and waited for him to get up and come over to you.

You started to mentally brainstorm a bunch of things to make conversation with him about. Shit, why couldn’t you remember how to talk to people?

“You may begin to work on the project with your partners for the rest of the class, however, this is the only class time you will get, so be sure to find a way of communicating over the weekend” the professor ended his announcement as he sat back down in his chair, eyes glued onto his computer screen with a frown once again.

Through the bustle and noise of the sudden movement and chatting of everyone, you had barely noticed Sunoo making his way to you.

“Hello!” he beamed, standing right next to you, almost on his tippy toes. You jumped a little, but it went unnoticed.

“Uh, hey!” you replied, trying to sound confident.

Sunoo sat down, “So I guess we’re partners now.”

You replied with just a small nod and smile, barely making eye contact.

He tilted his head, “So…” you could tell he was looking right at you from your peripheral vision, “is that okay with you? Personally, I think we could make a great team.” He sounded very enthusiastic.

“I heard you’re quite smart” you admitted.

Sunoo giggled, “Yeah when I feel like it, I suppose so. It’s really just because my dad expects me to do well though.”

“Relatable as fuck,” you laughed, “except sometimes I can’t do well even when I try.”

“Really? Oh my god, let me tell you about this one time…” Sunoo began to ramble on. You found it reassuring how easy he made it to talk to him. Even if you weren’t too similar, you could still relate on a few things and that really helped out. Sunoo was great at talking to people.

You and Sunoo had been talking for quite a while, bonding extremely fast. You were a great listener, and he was a great talker. He knew how to get you to talk to him. It felt like you guys had known each other forever- you clicked instantaneously. You gossiped like besties.

“Is there anyone you find even remotely cute in here?” Sunoo questioned you, looking very eager to hear the answer.

“Hmmm. Jake?”

Sunoo’s jaw dropped, “Jake? Sim Jake?” He was in disbelief.

“Yeah. I’ve thought he was kind of cute since day one of this class actually” you whispered with a smile.

“I’m cuter” Sunoo suddenly insisted sternly, as if he was jealous of your thoughts on Jake. You didn’t know what to say really. You laughed awkwardly and tried to move onto a different conversation.

“It’s almost the end of class and we haven’t even done anything,” you began, “what’s your number?”

At first Sunoo was wide eyed, but then it hit him that you were asking for his number to text about the project, not to ask him on a date.

“Here” he passed you his phone and you entered the number into your own phone, saving his name as Kim S.

Class ended and the bell sounded, making everyone rush to exit the class.

“Y/n! I’ll text you~” Sunoo called out to you brightly as he vanished around the corner, making his way to his next class.

Sure enough, later that evening after you had just gotten out of a warm bath, a notification sounded on your phone. You checked it, already expecting it to be Sunoo.

New notification

Kim S.

Facetime?

Huh? Why did Kim Sunoo want to facetime you? If you were being honest, you had just expected him to text you if he needed help. You called him, unsure of what to expect.

“Heyyy! I thought this would be the easiest way to work on the project,” Sunoo smiled through the phone.

Oh. He was just calling about the project.

Well duh, what else were you expecting anyway?

You sat down and began to discuss the project with Sunoo over facetime. However, it was a lot more difficult than either of you expected. How were you supposed to explain things if you couldn’t see each other’s screens. It was such a hassle. You both quickly lost interest and began to chat again about anything really.

You started to get uncomfortable from sitting at your bedroom desk for a few hours now, talking to Sunoo through the phone. You took the phone to your bed and continued chatting there. Hours upon hours of just talking and laughing.

Eventually, it got extremely late. You had both began to yawn almost every word in your sentences. It was a very clear sign it was time for bed. Your phone was almost burning up in your hand from the amount of time it had been on now. Your eyes were getting heavy and you started to fall asleep.

“Y/n?” Sunoo’s voice made you jump, waking you back up.

“Yes?”

“Ah, it’s been really fun talking to you y/n, but what are we going to do about the project? It’s due by Monday.”

“How about we meet up tomorrow and work on it?” You surprised yourself with that bold, impulsive suggestion. Even though you felt close to Sunoo right now, realistically you had only just properly met today. Was it okay to make plans already?

“Okay! So, it’s a date?” Sunoo ‘joked’.

“Whatever” you rolled your eyes and laughed with him.

“I’m really sleepy now. I’ll head to bed y/n, you should too” Sunoo said gently.

“I will Sunoo, Goodnight.”

“Goodnight y/n~”

And then the call ended.

You fell asleep soon after that. You had a good time talking with him and fell asleep with a smile lingering on your face, thinking and reminiscing about it all.

The next morning approached quicker than you had anticipated it to. You woke up late and that was why you were currently running down the street right now. You had spent hours throwing on clothes and then changing them. You had almost emptied your whole closet by the time you finally set on an outfit. You had also left the house way too late. You had 5 minutes to get to a place 10 minutes away.

This was actually a common occurrence, you were always late, but to an important meet up with Sunoo? You couldn’t be late to that.

Somehow, you made up that lost 5 minutes in sprinting. You were so out of breath, you had to stand at the door of the cafe for a few moments to catch some air before entering. A few old ladies sitting outside stared at you.

As expected, Sunoo was already there when you eventually went inside. He sat at a table across the cafe, looking at you already. It was as if he was watching the door waiting for you the whole time. He signaled for you to go over to him, just encase you hadn’t realized he was there yet.

You sat down at the seat beside Sunoo, breathing very loudly. It was hard to miss it.

"Did you run?" Sunoo asked, scanning you over, taking notice of the sweat glistening on your forehead.

"Nah it's okay, I just like runni-" you were cut off by Sunoos sudden action. He had grabbed a small complimentary napkin from the table and dabbed it very softly on your forehead. You weren't sure if you were supposed to feel embarrassed or flustered. Somehow you felt both.

"Sorry, I just know that if it were me then I would want someone to tell me I was sweating" he explained.

"Ah" is all you could get yourself to reply with, still a bit taken back. You became very shy.

"Anyways! Let's get started, should we? We really need to focus this time. If we don't get an A on this, I think I'll get disowned..." Sunoo laughed.

“Right!” you exclaimed, opening your laptop.

You two began right away like academic machines. As you worked, coffee cups piled up slowly on your table signifying the time going by.

You were a great pair. You could balance personal conversation with academic conversation. As you worked, you laughed and enjoyed yourselves.

At times, Sunoo would glance over at you concentrating, your eyes fixated on your laptop screen, looking away as soon as you looked up.

He looked over once more. The way your hair framed your face, falling perfectly in place. The way your eyes were so shiny he could see the screen in front of you reflecting brightly in them. He noticed the small habits you had when you were serious, like biting down on your bottom lip with furrowed brows. He felt himself blush a little. You were adorab-

“Hey, did you do this part already?” you caught Sunoo staring hard at you this time. You were surprised to see his eyes already meeting yours instantly. You wondered for a short moment if you had something on your face.

Sunoo felt himself freeze in his spot. Awkward.

“Uh, do you want cake?” he impulsively questioned. He was just trying to distract your thoughts away from what you had just caught him doing.

“If you’re offering!” you smiled brightly.

Sunoo couldn’t help but smile back, “I’ll be right back then.”

You watched him walk up to the cashier, lips moving but too far away for you to hear anything. You looked back down at your hands and started to think about recent events again. Sunoo seemed very comfortable with you; really it had not been long since you had met for the first time. You enjoyed his presence, but you couldn’t help but feel like there was something more to why you enjoyed the idea of being around him. Your thoughts were interrupted with a plate being placed in front of you. Strawberry cake. your favorite.

Sunoo sat back down and smiled at you.

“How did you know what flavor to get?” you looked at him curiously.

“You just give me a strawberry vibe, if that makes sense?”

“Ah, really?”

Sunoo nodded.

“Oh…” you looked around the table, “I don’t think I have a fork” you said with a slight tsk.

Before you could get up and get one, Sunoo lifted his hand to reveal a fork in his right hand. You couldn’t even say anything because suddenly, with his free left hand, he pulled your chair close to his own. He tucked a loose hair strand dangling in front of your face behind your ear. He sliced the fork through the soft, spongy pink cake and lifted the fork to your mouth. Almost automatically, you did as he suggested and ate it. He was feeding you, and making dead on eye contact with you as he did it.

“I just didn’t want you to make a mess on your laptop, so I figured I could help out by feeding you this whilst you finished up the paragraph.”

You felt your face burn bright red. You could only pray that Sunoo couldn’t see it. He could. He smirked slightly at it. You looked away fast. Your heart was going at a faster pace than you had ever felt it go before. How were you supposed to concentrate now? What were these sudden feelings? Most importantly, was he doing this on purpose? or were you interpreting it wrong?

“Is everything okay?” he asked, silencing the loud conversation you were having with yourself mentally.

“Um yeah, I’m great. I’m just really having a lot of fun with this project” you kept your eyes on the screen as you spoke to him. You could feel his stare.

“I’m enjoying it too. You really make the bad things easier y/n!”

“Huh-?”

“Y’know! Like… this project is really frustrating but doing it with you makes it fun. That sort of thing.”

“Ah… thank you?” you tried to ignore the raging blush on your cheeks.

Both you and Sunoo got back to work for a few more hours. Occasionally Sunoo would feed you more cake, and each time he did, the overwhelming feeling that had attacked you earlier on never went away.

The baristas watched you both, very concerned. You had been here since the sun was in the sky, now the sun had left, and it was almost closing time. They were afraid you were going to be there forever if they didn’t force you out soon. How could two people drink so much caffeine-?

To anyone who would’ve looked over to you and Sunoo, they would’ve thought you had known each other for years. The way you both sat so close, feeding each other cake, laughing hard, enjoying each other’s presence. It really was one of those beautiful moments you could put in a movie. It was so wholesome and pure. It was as if the world was at peace watching you two talk.

At the beginning of this, you had just been happy to get to know Sunoo more than just as the sassy guy in your classes. However, now, you felt yourself blush at every small sudden thing he did. In the span of a day, Sunoo had managed to capture your full attention. You knew you’d be thinking about him and today for a long while after this.

“Finished?” Sunoo asked.

“Finished!” you replied, throwing your arms up in the air of relief and celebration.

“YAY!” Sunoo celebrated with you, making you smile brightly. He patted your head, “great job y/n. you did so good!”

Ah, there was that feeling again.

“You did great too Sunoo!”

“We should go now; it’s nearly closing time” Sunoo laughed.

You packed up everything and Sunoo threw away the cups, then returned the plate full of small pink crumbs that once upon of time had a strawberry cake and fresh cream on it.

As you two exited the cafe, the baristas rushed to clean the table and took off their aprons, finally being able to clock out of work.

The evening air hit, making you realize how long you had been inside for. You stretched a little since you had been sitting for quite some time now. It was kind of awkwardly silent for a moment, not really sure what to say next. Neither of you truly wanted to leave first.

“Hey,” Sunoo looked to you. Your eyes met for a minute before he continued, “would you like to go celebrate at my house? I have a popcorn machine…?”

You hesitated for a moment. You weren’t expecting to hang out outside of the project terms. It wouldn’t hurt to just reward your hard work by celebrating with your teammate, would it?

“Sure” you said casually, giving a small smile, putting your hands in your pockets.

Your answer lit up Sunoos face immediately.

“My car is over here…”

The project was finished, but your time with Sunoo certainly was not.

note: thank you for reading! i wanna go on a study/cafe date so badly. sorry this took me a while to write. i’ve been facing awful writers block. HBD JAKE FOR YESTERDAY BTW.

Q: smart people or people with coolness?

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