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txtmetonight · 5 days

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Sick ✆

call summary ⋆ ★ You hate being sick. But at least Jay is there to save the day.

pairing *. * Park Jongsong x Fem! Reader

genre⋆ ★ fluff

warnings *. Extreme fluff lol

call duration⋆ ★ 1.8k

a/n*. * I'm so stupid omg. I accidentally queued this to this morning before I even finished it and it was published omgomgomg. if you saw this earlier no you didn't. remember to like and reblog!!

taglist ⋆ ★ @kflixnet

You’re sick. And you hate it.

Your nose is sniffly and red, and you’re in dying need of something to cool you down before you pass out. And your teacher’s constant talking isn’t really helping your ever-growing headache that was starting to sprout. You suppose that it was caused by playing out in the rain yesterday—even after Jay told you not to because you would be sick—but you would hate to admit that because then that would prove that your best friend was right.

Jay was somehow always eerily right though. Like when he said that you liked him as a joke while playing a truth or dare game—he thought that he was fibbing in purely comedic fashion, but your wide eyes and everyone else’s shocked faces said something else.

Blowing a stand of hair from your face, your cheeks feel hot when you place them down onto your arms, slightly groaning as the feverish feeling sends chills down your spine. Your notes were starting to become rather illegible as you tried to write down whatever was on the board, but you eventually gave up.

“Y/n, are you okay?” Chaewon pokes your side with her pencil, receiving no response from your end. “(Y/n)? Helloooo?” You don’t even murmur, instead opting to ignore her. You felt like you were on fire.

“Oh, hey Jay!” Chaewon exclaims excitedly, making you shoot your head and knock down your water bottle to greet the boy, only to find him not there and half the class staring at you for the ruckus you created. The teacher in his pointed glasses glares at you too, and you gulp down in your seat to avoid his killer eyes while pinching your friend in the thigh angrily. She swats at your hand without making much movement. The older man just sighs and returns to his lesson, prompting you to turn to the girl and scold her quietly.

"Chae, what the hell?!”

She shrugs her shoulders and just giggles. “You weren’t answering me.” You roll your eyes and sigh as another wave of sickness jerks your body—you're starting to feel as though the room is starting to spin. Chaewon furrows her brows at your behavior before she places the back of her hand on your neck, wincing when her touch feels too hot to be normal. “You’re burning up. (Y/n) You should go to the nurse.”

You nod sadly at her and slowly gather your supplies. “I guess so.”

When you finally scooch out of your chair and very timidly ask the teacher to go to the nurse (which he then sends you a very nasty look once more), you carefully lug your bookbag with you in a very depressing manner, as if your back were severally hunched over and your feet were dragged on the floor. Still, you were determined to go home and take a much-needed rest, but with the halls moving side to side, you’re not really sure if you could take another step without crumpling down in a heaped mess.

And thankfully, someone must have heard your prayers because suddenly a rather warm hand wraps itself around your waist and holds you upright. The hold is familiar, and even in your dazed state, you find yourself recognizing the tight grip on you, stumbling back from the rush of butterflies in your stomach.

“Let’s get you to the nurse without fainting.”

You let him drag you to the nurse without many complaints, sinking very well into his tender comfort as you sway back and forth. You slightly giggle when he grumbles underneath his breath, reprimanding you from last night. “You never listen to me,” he sighs. “And now I have to go take care of you.”

“Who said that you had to take care of me? I can take care of myself just fine.” You whine. He laughs quite mockingly at you before he loosens his grip just a little. “Right, so if I let you go completely, you would be able to walk fine?”

You shake your head furiously and pinch his biceps. You’re sure you could, but it wouldn’t do much harm if you stayed a tad bit closer to him just for a while, no?

“You’re such a baby,” he chimes, but he leaves you be until you both get to the waiting room. The nurse is in her appointed chair, and then she looks up at you two when the bell above gently dings, letting her know of her new patients.

“Yes, how may I help you two?” Jay doesn’t even let you open your mouth to let you speak. "She's sick.” The lady, well over her middle age, saunters over and pats at the firm mattress as she drags over her thermometer. Your best friend very carefully lets you sit on the green bed, and your cheeks seem to flush a little more when you realize that his fingers on your waist haven’t left you yet.

“Open your mouth—oh, the phone.”

The phone rings just in time, and you curiously watch as the nurse apologizes with her face and picks up the loud tone, holding the device to her ear. Seconds go by, and her face seems to contort into worry in the middle of her blabbering towards what you suppose is another teacher before she cuts the call rather harshly and stands up to her full height, grabbing a first aid kit that was just below her desk.

She then faces you and Jay. “I am so extremely sorry. Gosh, another student had just busted his head open!” Your eyes grow wide at her ramble, exchanging glances with the boy next to you. “If you’re truly sick, because you do look paler than normal, I figure that you could go home. Just check her temperature, I suppose. Do you have anyone to pick you up?”

Your parents had (un)fortunately left you home alone for the week for an important business trip to come. And so, you shake your head. “No–”

“It’s fine, I can take her home. It’s almost the end of the school day.”

Turning towards him in his arms, you question him, but he just smiles smugly at you and shrugs his shoulders. The nurse, who seemed in a very quick hurry, doesn’t say anything but instead writes you two an excused note before she’s on her way, closing the door shut in her wake, and a silence consumes the room as you stare at her tray of peppermints. You thought Jay was too, yet when you turn to look at him, his gaze lies on you. Your stomach flips.

“Well, aren’t you supposed to check my temperature or something?” You ask, fiddling with the string of your cardigan. “Oh right…” He very quickly (in a red face that you don’t notice) brings up his hand to your forehead but halts it just before he touches you.

"Wait, hold on, I saw another way that should be more accurate.”

His fingers move to your chin, which he very gently squeezes, and then he places his other hand on top of yours for stability, which he finally (before you can even chide him about his weird credibility) lets his forehead land on against yours, crushing your wrist when you both stare at each other.

You’re going to pass out.

He’s close—like super close—as he nudges your head a little bit more, and you feel like your heart is thrumming loudly against your chest, your face is heating up even more, and you assume that you look like you’ve fallen into a clutter of bashfulness.

Jay’s cologne invades your senses while your nails seem to dig into your back more, but not once does he flinch, choosing to let his eyes flicker down to your lips just before he smiles softly.

“You definitely have a fever.” He then pulls himself off you as if whatever stunt he just pulled was just completely normal. You’re not sure if you’re going crazy, but your gut seems to be riding its own roller-coaster—words that you’ve meant to confess on the tip of your tongue while you stare at him weakly.

Jay’s going to be the death of you.

"What the–where did you–huh?”

“I told you; I saw it online. And you’re for sure running a fever. Let’s go.” He tucks his hands under your arms and makes it his priority once more to safely guide you back home, only this time his words consisted of promising you to make his infamous chicken noodle soup.

By the time that you both made it back to your house, there was sweat running down your back, and as you panted in exhaustion from either fighting off the fever or walking, your eyelids drooped heavier and heavier with each passing second.

“Jayyyy” You whine, sighing, when you hand him the keys. He unlocks the door with his one free hand and quickly makes a beeline to your room, muttering apologies for trespassing just before he enters.

He’s fast when he’s determined and always has been; his eyebrows furrowed, his lips casted into a slight frown—he’s utterly too handsome for you. In a daze, you watch him bring over a cold washcloth to put on your head, and for some reason, your heart seems full of him—and you realize that it’s always been filled to the brim for him to take. You’re in love. And ill.

“How’d you know to find me in the hallway earlier?” You ask, your eyes closing when his warm hands lightly pats your cheeks. You can practically see him smiling even with your eyes shut while he proceeds to run his knuckles up and down your collarbone. “I dunno. I think it was my (Y/N) senses.”

You weakly grin at him as you feel yourself falling deeper and deeper into a sense of comfort—into the awaiting arms of sleep. Jays knows too, and he places a chaste kiss on your ring finger. “Go to sleep, pretty; I’ll be here when you wake up.” You nod into his touch and a sudden urge of words spill from your mouth.

“Jay I really like you...”

The boy stiffens, his pupils fluttering between your eyes and lips to the point where they break into another round of silly giggling. You’re cute, you really are, and so he can’t help but linger close to where he wants to kiss you.

"Hmmm, I think I need to check your temperature again. I have another way, though. Will you let me try it?”

You snort, “Did you find it online again?”

“Maybe…” He softly settles his lips against yours, not caring once that you were sick. It’s light and mellow, and you feel an air of love and adoration when he pulls back, hovering just above you. “Am I still sick?”

He tilts his head. “I can’t tell for sure. I’ll check again when you wake up.”

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luvjxke · 6 months

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ceo jongseong 💋

#enha jay #enhypen jay #jay smut #jay #jay park #park jongseong #jongseong smut #jay moodboard #jongseong moodboard #park jongsung #enhypen moodboard

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sumaneun-stars · 4 months

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'Four Seven Two Eight'

chapter 04 — 'Under the same stars'

previous | masterlist

Pairing. Jay x reader

Genre. Mostly angst, fluff

Warnings. Swearing, mentions of making out

Sypnosis. You didn't know why your heart shattered, when your one sided love, Park Jongseong, left you in the dark- because he was never yours to begin with. You didn't expect what 2 years could do to a person, especially to him, now a completely different person. Not the little boy he used to be.

‘Knew I was falling when I looked inside your eyes’

You walked through the crowded corridor, occasionally dodging people who blocked your way. You didn't have a class in the morning, giving you free time. Once you reached your locker, your OCD got the best of you, making you randomly start organizing your locker.

It was… a disaster. There were advantages out of it, though. One- you found your missing airpod, two- your locker was clean. And three- you caught a glimpse of your constant concern of these four days- by the now clean mirror on the door of your locker. Park Jongseong- and he was not holding a girl. In fact, he hasn't been keeping up his nasty, arrogant, fuckboy personality ever since the tutoring session you had with him.

Your eyes met his, and the gaze was held until he walked past you. You didn't remember what happened on that day- but you were sure curious about it. You noticed his behavior, and the way he avoided you since then. You'd be lying if you said you weren't concerned.

‘What the fuck did you do, y/n?’

As you leaned your chin on your palm, you looked down at Jay who sat two rows ahead of you. He drank water and kept the bottle hanging on his hand- writing something with the other, as if he was holding a glass of wine.

‘What-’

Your mind reeled to a clip of a neon room filled with insane people. Jay, a girl in his hand and a drink in his other. It wasn't only the picture of it in your mind, but the rage you felt at that moment was as plain as day, the way his hand explored her curves, the look on his face. You felt the urge to throw your bag across the lecture room hoping to knock some sense into him, but chose the better of it. You came back to reality at the snap in your hand. Your pencil fell out of your hand, broken in half at the sudden memory you got of four days ago.

Your rage never decreased as the days went on. Every time you saw Jay and his nervous eyes, you felt like slapping him across the face. Why was he avoiding you? If anything, you were the one who had to avoid him. Fuck it, you didn't even like him. In fact, you hated him. And the second make out session in the bathroom in which you witnessed was just fuel to the fire. Even then he ignored your presence, but the burn in his eyes on your back still haunted you.

It was about time Jay and his parents visited again. I mean, your parents shared a bond like siblings with Mr And Mrs. Park. You used to love that bond to bits, but not anymore. You glared at the boy sitting across from you as your parents laughed at some inside joke.

“Jay, why don't you have another study session with y/n like last time?” Mrs. Park suggested.

“Ah yes, Jay honey, how was it? I forgot to ask you” your mother’s eyes fell on his.

“Uh- it was- effective” he replied, his eyes down before meeting your eyes at his mother's suggestion.

“Son, we’ll be going in a while, so why don't you come back when you're done?”

Great. Just great.

“Okay. Bye mom, dad”

You found yourself in your room with Jay, again. You brought your books to your hand, although you knew you'd do anything but study. You needed answers. Nevertheless, you started.

“I hope you read through those notes I emailed you, it's simplified and this part links with th-” you halted to the sound of his footsteps towards your window.

“Where do you think you're going?”

No response.

“Jay”

Ignored.

“Park Jongseong” you spoke a little louder.

“What?” He turned, his eyes narrowed in frustration.

“Where are you going?” You asked, your voice sharper.

“Anywhere but here” his reply was cold, hiding whatever emotion he felt. You walked towards him, your every step increasing your heart beat, forcing him to look at you.

“Why? Do I make you uncomfortable?” the thought bothered you.

He sighed, his frustration clearly visible. “No, I'm done with you, y/n. I have nothing to do with you, so leave me alone”

Your eyes turned glassy. Not out of sadness, but rage, if anyone was done it was you. That was it. You said that line a million times but it never really applied.

“No, I'm fucking done with you!” You pushed his chest, the force taking him by surprise.

“What has happened to you, Jay? Chains? Alcohol? Girls? Who… who are you?” You asked, each word louder and more threatening than the previous one. You sighed and calmed yourself down, starting again with a calmer tone.

“I remember everything from that night. How you were fucking grinding with that girl in the club like a corrupted, useless, filthy, fuckboy who's world revolves around nothing but sex” you said, lowering your gaze as each word was like pepper to your eyes.

“And guess what? I tried so hard to avoid the conclusion, but you are exactly that. A good-for-nothing, idiotic, playboy. I'm so fucking dissapointed in you, Jay. You're not the person I miss. Not the person I… loved” the words stung your own heart. Spitting them out hurt more.

“And I was stupid enough to be excited when you came back. I'd rather you just stay out of my life now” your eyes focused on the windowsill, not wanting to meet his eyes as more unnoticed tears flowed down your drenched cheeks.

“That's all you remember?” he spoke. His voice was low and raspy as he swallowed away the urge of spilling tears. He didn't want to meet your gaze as you turned to face him, and he didn't have to look at you to know you were confused. In fact, he didn't want to look at you, knowing he'd crumble to pieces if he saw you once again. Vulnerable. For once in his life, he was vulnerable. And only you could do this to him.

“What do you mean?”

“Nevermind” he choked out, walked to your window and crawled out of it, afraid that you'd see through the mask he wore with the greatest difficulty. He was weak… only for you.

‘Fucking hell, y/n’ you said to yourself.

After a solid two minutes, you became restless.

What did he mean?

You couldn't help but follow him. You didn't know what one, but you knew he was in one of those small alleyways you used to go together. As you took fast steps, not realizing you were running, you poked your head in every narrow street. Your feet stopped to the empty, abandoned one in front of you. You were long gone from your neighborhood, but the familiarity of the path ahead, you knew like the back of your hand.

You walked along the pathway, your mind reeling back to the past with every step. You doubted Jay was here, but for old times sake, you couldn't help but go out of track. There it was. The algae-covered building which would break any second, but it still stood mighty. You walked up the stairs two at a time with ease, before you met the rooftop of your childhood. And the boy of your childhood.

There he was, back facing you as he stared blankly down at the street. He was deep in thought, but the sound of his silent sniffing triggered something in you. You took soft footsteps closer, but stopped to admire the view ahead. The pink-orange tint to the sky made the empty fields of grass beneath it even more beautiful. Nostalgia hit you like the wind blowing across your face when he turned to look at you.

It was him. The boy you thought you lost. The boy you missed.

You didn't miss the faint evidence of tears on his cheeks, and almost broke to the sight. He didn't have the strength to wear the mask back on, not when you stared at him so deeply like that.

“Tell me what happened, Jay” your voice came out a whisper. “I won't accuse you, just- why are you like this? I miss the old y-” you stopped midway.

Oh.

Your words got cut off at the feel of his soft lips on yours. He kissed you desperately through the tears, like he would lose you if he let you out of his hold. It all came back to you. There was a faint voice in your head, your mind dazed at the night of the study session.

‘If all it is is eight letters…

Why is it so hard to say?’

He leaned his forehead on yours, chest heaving up and down steadily as he caught his breath. A shiver ran down your spine at the breath fanning across your face, moving your eyelashes with the rhythm of his exhales.

“Jay…” you looked up at him, a hand on his chest and the other meddling with the ends of his hair on his neck. It all came spilling out with that one look in his eyes. The denied love you kept locked in was plain as day. The love you didn't want to admit. You fell. And you fell hard.

“Y/n, I'm sorry it has to be me” he said, breaking eye contact and looking at the floor beneath you.

“What do you mean?” Your voice was hoarse as you held his jaw and made him look up once again.

“I knew I was falling when I looked into your eyes, y/n, I love you. But you deserve the world. Not me. Not a good-for-nothing, idiotic playboy” his eyes failed him at his own words. His lips trembled until his words faded into mumbles in between soft sniffles.

‘But you are my world. No one can tell me otherwise. Not even you, Jongseong”

“But-”

It was your turn to catch him off guard. You pressed your lips onto his without warning. It wasn't long until he gave into the kiss, dangling a hand on your shoulder and the other on your upper neck, your lips molding perfectly into his. How much your past self must hate you for this.

He broke the kiss, leaning onto the nape of your neck as he embraced you into his warmth. His lips gently grazed over your skin, sending chills all around your body.

“You drive me insane, y/n” he whispered, his breath like a soft breeze- enough to send you off the edge. His natural scent filled your nostrils, making you smile at the fond memories. And also excited to make more.

You bit your lip in joy, looking up at the view once again. The afterglow of the unnoticed sunset lingered in the sky, and in Jay's view was the newly risen moon.

You would watch the sunset turn into a sunrise with Jay by your side, under thunderstorms and whirlwinds. You love him. You tried to hate him so much. Who were you trying to convince all this time?

“Y/n” You heard him whisper to your ear as your head lay on his stretched out arm, eyes still plastered on the stars.

“Hm?”

“Do you know how much courage it took to say those words?” his words vibrated against your body.

“What? The ‘l’ word?” you smirked.

“Yeah”

“But look where your courage brought us”

With that, he was on top of you, lightly laying himself on your body, and gentle with every move. You looked above at the stars scattered across the sky, but soon enough got distracted by the stars in his eyes. It was a relief that the both of you were on the same boat, under the same sky- after an eternity of waiting. You smiled, connecting your fingers with his. His even breaths were comforting in every way. He sighed into your neck, butterflies fluttering inside of you.

“I love you”

End.

a/n: what do yall think? ITS OVER GUYS

tags: @yohanabanana @nikihita

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taeraemisu · 8 months

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pretty mess ; jay enhypen

synopsis ; getting into embarrassing situations in front of a cute stranger wasn’t exactly how jay was planning to spend his day

genre ; strangers to lovers, fluff, barista!jay, a sprinkle of a cafe au

pairings ; jay x reader, mentions of jake

word count ; 1.2k words

jay cautiously turned on the espresso machine. it had been acting up all morning and he finally got to fix it, he managed to stop the liquid from spilling all over but was it really working?

ding!

jay heard bell ring, the door opening, but he was too focused on the machine to even glance at the customer who just walked in. this machine better work.

he pressed the button, placing the cup below the dispenser in hopes that it will actually pour coffee out and not spray everywhere. just this once-

coffee sprayed everywhere, droplets splashing onto his face and all over his apron. jay yelped, before hurrying to turn the machine off, covering any leakage with his hands.

he sighed, feeling hopeless before turning around to face the cafe. his eyes lay on you, who was just watching the whole ordeal. his ears turned red, suddenly embarrassed you witnessed it all.

“i’m sorry,” he said sheepishly, walking over to the register. he wiped the coffee off his face, before clearing his throat to greet you. what a first impression.

“welcome to polaroid love! can i get you anything?”

you hummed, looking at the menu. you were planning on getting an espresso, but you clearly weren’t going to get it. “can i have a vanilla latte? to go?”

jay nodded, inputting your order. “so sorry about earlier, today isn’t my day-“ he apologised again.

you shake your hands, dismissing his words. “no, it’s really fine!” you smiled softly. “i understand. you might need to get that machine fix though.”

jay gave you a tight-lipped smile. “i have been fixing it all morning. i don’t get why it isn’t working today …” his voice trails off before heading off to work on your drink.

you wait patiently at the side, looking at the barista make your drink. jay pours some coffee into the plastic cup. he grabs the milk carton, about it pour it when-

milk came pouring out, making jay curse under his breath. what is wrong with today?

he inspected the carton. someone didn’t screw the cap on properly after use. “i bet it’s jake,” jay grumbled, his ears turning even redder when he turned to look at you. you witnessed him messing up two times in a row.

“i’m so sorry!” jay apologised again while he went off to find any napkins to clean up the mess. milk spilt everywhere, from all over the counter to the floor. this really wasn’t his day.

“it’s really fine!” you say, feeling bad for the cute barista. “i can wait, i’m in no rush.” you rummaged through your bag and took out a handkerchief you keep on you, handing it to him. “use this.”

embarrassed still, jay took your handkerchief and wiped the mess. “i’m so sorry about all this,” he said as he cleaned up. “i will wash this and find you to return it to you somehow.”

once he cleaned up, he went back to working on your drink. he made it from scratch, still embarrassed about the whole mess. you were fine with it, you knew everyone had those sort of days. the barista in front of you just happened to be more unlucky.

jay finally finished your drink, handing it to you. “again, i’m so sorry-“ he tried to apologise but you shook your head. “it’s really fine!” you grinned at him. “i will come by another day and get that handkerchief back.”

jay sheepishly smiles, waving you off while you leave the cafe. he went back to doing his cafe duties when a thought came to him. he looked over at the door, eyes widened. wait, you will come back?

jay was on the bus, heading home after a shift at his cafe. thankfully, no other misshapes happened in front of other customers. his ears were still red, remembering how you witnessed him messing up two times in a row.

jay groaned, leaning back on his seat. since the cafe wasn’t that busy that day, he got time to wash your handkerchief nice and clean. he remembers you saying you were going to come back, and jay couldn’t help wishing it was soon.

he snapped back into reality, hearing the bus stop. he glanced out the window and someone catches his eye. it was you, sitting down peacefully at the bus stop, the drink you ordered from earlier still on your hand.

jay’s eyes widen. he was literally just thinking about you, and there you were? right in front of him?

he jumped out of his seat, scurrying to get off the bus quickly. he managed to get off in time, the bus driver momentarily pissed he didn’t get off earlier. but jay was way too quick that he-

thud.

he fell face first onto the ground.

jay knew you were sitting in front of him, and he never wanted to dig a hole and disappear off the face of the earth more than that moment. he embarrassed himself, again.

jay quickly got up, wiping the dust and dirt off him. most people at the bus stop saw him, but they pretended to look away. as soon as he stood up, he met face to face with you.

you were struggling to hold your laughter in, a part of you feeling bad for him. you recognised him almost immediately. with that face for a barista, it was hard to even forget. especially the interesting events that occurred earlier.

jay cleared his throat, ears turning redder than he thought was possible. “so …” his voice trailed off. “we meet again?”

you smiled, getting up from your seat to face him. “indeed, i didn’t think i would see you again so soon.”

jay chuckled, pointing at the empty cup in your hand. “you must have really liked it.”

you nod, holding the empty cup up. “definitely, the whole mess earlier made it even tastier.”

jay groaned while you giggle a little. “i’m joking, seriously i will forget about it if you want me to.”

he hides his face in his hands. “this isn’t me i swear! i’m not a mess all the time it’s just-“

“you are a pretty mess then.”

jay looked at you with widen eyes, this time, your ears are turning red. those words came out of your mouth without warning and it was your turn to hide in your hands. “no, i didn’t mean to say that-“

jay chuckled, finding you really adorable at that moment. “it’s really fine!” he made an impression of your words earlier, laughing. you rolled your eyes, looking at him. oh how the turned tables.

“wait, my handkerchief?” you questioned. “i did say i will come back for it …”

“and i said i will find you to return it,” he said as he rummaged through his bag, taking out the now-cleaned handkerchief. he was about to hand it to you when he pulled his hand back, wagging his finger at you. “do something for me first.”

you raised an eyebrow. seriously?

“you can get this back if you … go on a date with me.”

you rolled your eyes. “is this blackmail?” you joked while he shrugs at you. “it is if you look at it that way.”

you giggled, snatching your handkerchief off his hands.

“you don’t have to do that, i would gladly go on a date with you if you just ask.”

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icysab · 1 year

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jay boyfie hcs ✫彡

tags: fluff, gn reader

wc: <100 i think

a/n: writing this instead of my hw xx

- likes to hold your hand, a lot

- always kisses you goodbye

- & when he kisses you, it’s always intentful (and you get butterflies. every. damn. time.)

- all of your friends love him so much and think he’s perfect for you

- they joke about you guys settling down

- he and your mom, or other guardian, text !! and he gets your favorite childhood recipes from them and cooks for you

- when you’re sick, makes the soup they used to always make you to help you feel better as a kid :)

- wants to get a pet dog with you

- his weakness is giving him back hugs while he’s cooking or working

- he will melt i don’t make the rules

- you challenge him to an arm wrestle (loser pays for dinner) and he DESTROYS you HAHA

- aaaand then he pays for dinner anyway T-T

- big spoon

- his favorite thing ever is when he gets home kind of late and is tired, but you ask him about his day and look at him with those big, interested eyes, even though he thinks what he’s saying is kind of boring

- after he makes a joke he looks at you out of the corner of his eye to see if you laughed

- he thinks your smile is the most endearing thing ever

- your biggest hype boy (stan nwjns) and supporter

- leaves sweet post-its in places for you to find

- calls you love

- squishes your cheeks

- softest boyfriend overall <3

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xzinbdg · 9 months

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enhypen hyung line reaction to "lets break up"

pairing: enhypen hyung line x reader

authors note: hello! today i have a little bonus before a new chapter of "oh dad? idk"! its something i just did when i was bored so it could be bad 💀💀💀 anyways i hope you enjoy it! i will do a maknae line ver soon! and if you guys have any suggestions be sure to comment them or send an ask! and I will try to make them happen! (pls keep them smau styled tho) that would be all! byebye! 🥰

enhypen masterlist /// my masterlist

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jay

jake

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boydepartment · 5 months

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you do the scenarios so well!! i love these sm, i hope it’s not a bother for you to reply to them haha 😭 anyways, i thought about this, hopefully it’s okay for you to still reply to these: who do you think (in enhypen) would kiss your pain/wounds? example you cut yourself with paper, and they kiss your wound and says "it's a magic kiss. It won’t hurt anymore…”

MY DEAR THE SCENARIOS ARE NEVER A PROBLEM 🫶 PLEASE KEEP ASKING THEM!!! THANK U SO MUCH FOR BEING KIND!

i actually read this out loud to a friend and immediately i thought of jay.

this is such a JAY thing to do. A MR. JAY PARK OF ENHYPEN THING TO DO!

i can imagine if you accidentally cut yourself on one of his sharp ass fancy person knives.

he’d immediately go to your aid and clean you up, probably apologizing too. he’d feel bad even if it wasn’t his fault at all. you probably aren’t even crying or hurt that badly, jay just cares about you SO MUCH.

so of course he probably brings out the theme bandaids and kisses it afterwards saying the dorky little “it’s a magic kiss!” just to make you laugh a little

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youmenotyummy · 11 months

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Taste of Our Memories – P.JS [박종성]

synopsis☆彡 in which a girl awakens from a coma and recovers her memories through her tastebuds.

pairing☆彡 non-idol!jay x fem!reader

warnings☆彡 mentions of food, violence, mention of blood, automobile accident, coma

genres☆彡 angst, romance, falling in love for the second time, one shot

cast☆彡 enhypen's jay + you!

[brackets]☆彡 text inside of brackets are her memories!!

>>>inspired by Netflix's "Flavors of Youth" and "First Love"!

Hwang Y/N was 21 years old when she woke up from a coma that lasted for three years. Her fingers twitched, and her eyes slowly scanned her surroundings, indicating that she was, indeed, alive and out of her vegetated state. Her wandering eyes met with those of a middle-aged woman whose features were similar to her own. A cold hand caressed her face, and watery eyes looked at her. Similarly, a middle-aged man stood behind the woman with the same glossy eyes.

"Who are you?" slipped out of Y/N's mouth. This was enough to make tears spill out of the eyes of the two adults standing by her hospital bed. The woman muffled her quiet sobs and was gently pushed to the side by the man standing behind her. In a shaky voice and through a sad smile, he spoke, "We're your parents. This is your mother, and I'm your father."

Shocked and frightened by her inability to recognize her parents, Y/N felt tears well up in her eyes, yet they would not spill. Wiping his own away, her father reached for Y/N's eyes and swiped her tears with his thumb. "Don't cry," he would say. "Here, drink some water." He unscrewed the bottle and held out the bottle for Y/N to sip from. The room temperature liquid slid down her throat, as she tried to calm herself down.

She didn't know why, but the water suddenly reminded her of her family's house near a lake that would become crowded during fishing season. There, she would recall herself and two adults (presumably her parents) on their way to said lake with fishing gear. The first fish she ever caught was the first memory to come back to her.

(^o^)/ <(밥 먹자!) 🥐

The first day after awakening, Y/N munched on a crunchy curry bun that came from a food stall residing in the park near the hospital. Her father bought her a dozen buns, "in case you get hungry later on" he would explain. The savory, spicy filling full of potatoes, carrots and minced meat filled Y/N's mouth, and the scent of it wafted in the air, causing her dad to steal a bun for himself.

The flavorful bun brought back memories of her first physical fight.

[Y/N's arm stung from being punched by a boy much older and taller than her. There was definitely going to be a bruise later. The male's large figure didn't intimidate her, however, as she persisted and swung her arms with all her might and kicked him wherever she found an open spot.

Behind her was a boy whose name or face she could not recall with two patrol guards following him. He was the whole reason why she was involved in this fight anyways. The boy had been shoved into a wall next to the entrance of the convenience store. Y/N assumed that it was a mutual fight between guys, as the boy she had been protecting looked like a typical tough, bad boy. She thought wrong.

Y/N stepped in when she witnessed the boy getting his wallet snagged off of him and getting punched to the ground. With her fastest speed, Y/N ran towards the thief and his victim with her school bag above her head. As she approached closer and closer, and as the thief looked back in surprise, Y/N flung her bag at his face, causing the wallet to drop. She picked it up and threw it towards its owner before being shoved by the thief.

"You have no idea who you're messing with!" A big fist stretched outwards. Y/N was moments away from being punched in the face. Unbeknownst to him, she had seven years of taekwondo experience tucked into her belt. Unluckily for her, her reflexes were not as great as her kicking strength. Although she took a great blow to the face, she countered his offense with multiple kicks. Y/N silently thanked her mom for signing her up for taekwondo. As she combatted the bulky teen, the other boy had brought two patrolling police officers with him to stop the fight and take away the man who attempted to rob him, which brings them to the current situation.

Y/N was pried off of the man as the two officers arrived in the midst of a hair-pulling competition. Her kicks deemed to be not as effective as she wanted them to be since her opponent sure knew how to block. Therefore, she resorted to the next best thing: pulling his hair until it comes out.

Once the two combatants were separated, the two officers held the thief by his arms, and the boy who Y/N had saved came up to her with a worried look on his face. "Are you okay?"

"I think I might have dislocated a shoulder, but I'm all good!" Y/N laughs heartily in response. Once she did not receive a laugh in return, she was quick to apologize. The boy noticed a bruise beginning to form on her cheek, so he commanded her to stay put as he ran into the convenience store. She picked up her bag and sat on the bench outside of the store.

The boy came back out with a small pack of frozen fruit and a plastic bag with two buns inside. Once he caught sight of her, he rushed over and held the frozen package of fruit up to her cheek where she had been punched.

"Woah, that's cold!"

"Sorry..." The boy apologized. He then pulled a bun outside of the plastic bag and handed it to her. "Here, this is a token of my appreciation for saving me."

"Looks delicious, so I won't say no!" Y/N took a big chomp from her bun filled with curry and melted into the bench. She looked at the boy and thanked him with a smile on her face, cheeks full of bread and curry.]

(^o^)/ <(밥 먹자!) ♥️

Later in the evening, Y/N sat mindlessly on her hospital bed while sucking on her teeth to get a piece of meat out from between. Her father's sudden appearance that came with the loud slam of her sliding door startled her and led to the girl biting on her tongue.

The metallic taste of blood brought back memories of an annoyingly painful paper cut she got in high school.

["Ah!" Y/N held her finger up with her other hand when she felt a stinging sensation spread across the pad of her index finger. A red horizontal line appeared, and more red seemed to peep out from the cut.

"Y/N! Are you okay?!" Y/N sucked on her index finger to get rid of the blood but quickly pulled it out once she felt the terribly painful sting on her finger.

"Just got a paper cut."

"Wait, I think I have a bandaid." Y/N watched the boy in front of her rummage through his backpack for his first aid kit. She watched as his hands pulled out a small plastic container labeled "first aid", and she watched as his hands gently took her own in his. He gently dabbed gauze on her finger before blowing on the cut. He then carefully wrapped a Pokémon bandaid around her finger. Y/N giggled upon the sight of Charmander.

"Thank you, $_>#%|."]

Huh, that was weird. She couldn't recall his name.

(^o^)/ <(밥 먹자!) 🍨

The second day after awakening, Y/N was greeted in the morning by her father with a fruit parfait in one hand and another in his other hand (probably for himself). He told the girl about the scolding he received from her mother about how unhealthy it was to be eating a parfait with that much whipped cream and sugar in the morning, but "YOLO" as he likes to say.

Y/N laughed and took the first bite out of her parfait. The perfect balance of bitter flavor from the matcha and the sweetness from the fruits and whipped cream danced in her mouth.

The harmonious teamwork of the parfait's ingredients brought back memories of her first date.

[Y/N played with the outside of her parfait's cup; the beads of water on the outside of the glass kissed her fingertips. Her eyes remained on the whipped cream of her parfait and would once in awhile glance at her Charmander bandaid or outside of the shop in search for her date.

Her head perked up when she heard the shop's entrance bell jingle. A unison chorus of "welcome!"s from the staff were heard. A body in a school uniform matching her own made it's way towards the table she sat at.

"Sorry I'm late! I was waiting for the florist to finish my order." The boy pulled out a small bouquet of her favorite flowers and offered it for the girl to take. The scent immediately entered her nose and caused a warm, fuzzy feeling to arise in her chest. She smiled sweetly at the boy before handing him a spoon and pushing the parfait in the middle of the table.

"Cheers." she prompted. The flavor of matcha, cream and fruits engulfed them in a state of happiness... that, and their presence in each other's eyes.]

(^o^)/ <(밥 먹자!) 🫕

Upon her third day of awakening, her mother was the one to visit this time. Y/N's morning began with the scent of fresh congee with green onions in front of her along with her mother sharing her story about nagging her husband to bring the girl a more nutritional breakfast the next time he were to visit.

"This is going to be your last breakfast in the hospital, dear. You're getting discharged tomorrow." Y/N's mother soothingly stroked the girl's head. "The doctor said you surprised her with your physical therapy results! She said you were able to stand and walk for a long period of time. That's impressive considering you've been asleep for three years."

"Kids in my class would have called that 'sleeper build'."

"You kids and your weird slang will never cease to confuse me."

Y/N laughed before taking a spoonful of congee into her mouth only to instantly regret it afterwards. Her mom scolded her for not blowing on it properly. The surface of her tongue burned with the piping hot congee being swished around, but it's homemade flavor was amazing nonetheless.

The warmness and subtle flavor of congee brought back memories of catching a fever and being unable to attend her school's function.

[Y/N turned her head in refusal to the spoonful of congee that her friend pushed towards her mouth. The boy sighed and put the spoon back into the bowl. He picked up the packet full of notes and assignments the girl had missed due to being sick and placed them on her vanity table. He sat down at the foot of her bed and sighed, still holding the bowl of congee.

"I know you're bummed about not being able to go to the dance, but you won't be able to go to any dances at all if you don't get better soon." Y/N childishly kicked the boy even though she knew it was true. The boy yelped and scooted further away from her. He placed the bowl of congee on top of the school packet. He stood up as an idea arose in his mind and pulled his phone out of his jacket's pocket.

With a curious look on her face, Y/N tried to peek at the boy's screen. He was quick to notice her snooping and turned his back to her before turning back around once a slow song filled the silence of the room. He placed his phone on the chair in front of the vanity table and held his hand out to the girl.

Although her heart was fluttering, Y/N held the blanket up closer to her face and scooted further back into a corner of her bed.

"You might get sick."

"Oh, I'm bound to get sick because of how many times I've been in here already during your fever." He walked closer to her. "A little dance won't hurt, will it?"

Persuaded by his handsome face and the slight teasing tone in his voice, Y/N rose from her bed and took his hand. He pulled her closer to him and placed his chin on top of her head. The two teenagers slowly swayed to the soft melody coming out of his phone. This was far from the glamorous night Y/N thought she would have, but it was far more perfect than anything she could have imagined.]

(^o^)/ <(밥 먹자!) 🌭

Upon her fourth day after awakening, Y/N was freed from the hospital. With a slight limp, Y/N walked down the sidewalk from the hospital and browsed the various food shops that lined the streets. Her giant black boot that the doctor said would help her walk was starting to get annoying; however, her hunger was greater than her annoyance. She wanted those cheesy, meaty sticks of heaven with potatoes on the outside layer. She walked as fast as she could towards a Korean corn dog shop with her mother quickening her own pace to catch up.

Nearing the entrance, Y/N reached out to pull the door's handle, but the door had already opened and collided with her forehead. She yelped and stumbled backwards from the sudden impact.

"Woah! Be careful, there!" A firm and sturdy arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her in to keep her from falling onto the ground. Y/N looked up and met a handsome face staring at her with concern. It felt like a sweet, long eternity being held in the arms of the man. His eyes seemed to widen for a split second once scanning the features of the girl's face, but maybe she was just imagining it. Ah, she must be in heaven. "Are you alright?" the man spoke. Nope, she was still on Earth.

"Oh, yes," Y/N regained her footing with the help of her savior and dusted off the imaginary dirt on her pants. "Sorry about that."

"No, it's not your fault! I should have checked if there was anyone outside before opening the door so hastily." The way he spoke reminded her of the boy in her memories. All she could recall were his mannerisms, the way he sounded and his height. His face and his identity couldn't be found anywhere in her jumbled brain. "Anyways, were you about to go inside?" Only then did she realize the man in front of her was an employee; the small cartoon corn dog on the breast pocket of his shirt gave it away.

"Uh, are you guys still open?" She pointed to the shop behind him.

"We were actually just about to close, but I can make you something before we do!"

"Oh no, I wouldn't want to keep you behind."

"I insist. Think of it as an apology for earlier." The man glanced at her medical boot and held his arm out, indicating that he would let her use it as walking support.

"Well then, thank you." Y/N smiled sweetly. Her first encounter with someone outside of the hospital was a disaster, but at least it led her to meet the handsome boy—who she learned was named Park Jongseong, or Jay as he liked his friends to call him—and to one of the most delicious cheesy potato corn dogs she's had in awhile (likely in over three years). She paid no mind to the private conversation between her mother and Jay, thinking that they were discussing the payment for the corn dogs, and she continued to idly sit at her table and munch on her food. She swung her good leg in delight.

The crunchy, sugary exterior and long strings of mozzarella cheese reminded her of the boy once again—this time of the beginning of their romantic relationship.

[The humidity of the air made their school uniforms stick to their bodies. Their sweat acted as the glue between their skin and the fabric of their shirts. Despite the blazing hot sun's angry presence, the boy walked a good twenty minutes from their high school to this corn dog shop with the girl. No shaded area shielded them from the wrath of the sun, but the journey was worth every step.

The corn dogs were as tasty as they looked. The excitement that took over the girl's body controlled her to order one corn dog in each flavor for herself while the boy had only ordered two. Appreciative of him walking through what seemed like hell to get here, Y/N gratefully paid for his food.

The girl happily swung her legs under the table as she finished off her first corn dog—the one with crushed dried noodles on the outside. Moving onto the second corn dog, she took a big bite and watched the cheese from the inside extend. The string of cheese stretched longer and longer until Y/N could not tilt her head back any further. The boy watched her with amusement as she tilted her head back once again to snap the cheese, but to no avail, the cheese only persisted. His adoration for her hearty appetite and her determination for any task given to her, both mundane and extraordinary, were only a few of the things he loved about her. It would take a long time to list everything he adored—maybe even longer than it would take for Y/N to finally break the never-ending string of cheese that seemed to stretch for eternity.

Chewing on the glob of stringy cheese she pulled out from the corn dog, Y/N nodded in victory and delight. She had transcended to her own world.

"Just watching you eat makes me full," he smiled while reaching his thumb out to wipe away the bits of sugar that clung to the corner of her mouth. "I feel like I could watch you eat forever." She only laughed and kicked him under the table.

"You better eat yours too! Before I gobble them up," she threatened. He laughed and picked up a corn dog. Without carrying out his primary intention of taking the first bite of his untouched corn dog, he held onto the stick of it and continued to watch her joyfully eat her third one. He knew how much she loved potatoes, so this one definitely had to be her favorite. He also knew how much he loved her and how she was definitely his favorite. Without much thinking, and due to his infatuation with the girl, he blurted out what he had hoped to confess for years.

"I like you." His confession was followed by a choked cough and Y/N hitting her chest to clear her airway.

"What was that?" she asked with a mouth full of cheese, potatoes and breading.

"I like you." Without a flinch, he confessed once again and moved onto taking a bite out of his corn dog.

"Then let's date." It was his turn to choke on his food.

"What?"

"I like you too, #%<^_."]

(^o^)/ <(밥 먹자!) 🍛

Upon her seventh day of awakening, and her third day after meeting Jay, Y/N shakily did her makeup in the mirror of her bedroom's bathroom. Her own reflection stared back at her with clumpy mascara and sloppy eyeshadow.

"Yeah, let's maybe not wear makeup today." Y/N threw away her mascara, concluding that it was expired and way overdue its time. The posters of all of the boy bands and shows she adored from high school decorated her bedroom. Besides the neatly fixed bed, it was as though she hadn't been in here for three years.

After wiping the makeup off of her eyes, Y/N waddled out of the room and grabbed her bag on the way out. She slowly descended the stairs and announced that she was going to a curry restaurant to her parents.

"Do you have your boot?"

"Yes, Mom!"

"Don't take it off yet! You almost fell the last time you tried!"

"I hear you!" Y/N slipped through the house's entranceway and met the cool winter breeze outside. This was her first time going out without her parents after waking up from her coma, but luckily she wouldn't be completely alone today. A black car stopped in front of her gates, and the tinted window of the driver's seat rolled down to reveal Jay with a hand on the steering wheel. He caught sight of her and waved.

"Ready to go?"

"Yup! I'm super excited to try that place." She excitedly waddled to the passenger's seat of his car.

Maybe she was a bit too excited and not because of the curry. Seated at one of the tables in the curry house Jay drove them to, she nervously flipped through the menu while continuously stealing glances at Jay. Distracted and clammy, Y/N ordered whatever her finger landed on in the menu, and the waiter paid no mind to her behavior. Instant regret washed over her as soon as she took the first bite.

The overwhelming amount of onions and spices burned her mouth and violated not only her throat once she swallowed, but also her nostrils as it was filled with the scent of onions. She was experiencing a heavy sense of deja vu.

"Wow, you're brave for ordering the spiciest thing here. Even their regular curry makes my mouth burn."

The extremely spicy curry that brought tears to her eyes and made her stomach cry for help allowed Y/N to recall her second date with the boy in her memories.

[Y/N coughed and spluttered as she swallowed her first spoonful of curry. To no surprise, it was extremely spicy just as its name, "Super Duper Spicy Eye-Watering Curry", implies.

"You okay? Is it too spicy?" He filled her glass with water. Y/N only shook her head and said she was fine despite how fried her voice sounded. This is the consequence of her own action, as she paid no attention when ordering and let fate decide what she were to eat that day. Despite her boldly asking the boy to date her, she was feeling shy on their date; this was only the second time they had been out together, but the first time as lovers. Her infatuation with the boy led her to eat the restaurant's spiciest curry available. She was surprised nobody had died from eating this.

"Here, I think you'll like this one." The boy took both of their plates in his hands and switched them. He didn't wait for the girl to say anything before chowing down on the gut-destroying curry in front of him. Tears really were brought to his eyes.

"Wait! You don't have to eat it for me!"

"I don't mind. Your stomach is gonna hurt later if you keep eating this."

"So is yours, silly."

"At least the restaurant won't be held accountable for false advertising. This really is bringing tears to my eyes, haha!"]

(^o^)/ <(밥 먹자!) 🍝

"What do you mean by that?" Y/N clutched the strap of her bag.

"Sweetheart, she didn't mean it like that–"

"No no, I'm not offended. I'm just confused why Mom is so against me going over to Jay's house for dinner. We're making spaghetti and watching a movie. Is there anything wrong with that?"

"I didn't say there was anything wrong with the spaghetti or watching a movie; I'm just saying that I'm not comfortable letting you be with him."

"Mom, I promise nothing is going to happen. Jay is a good guy, and you've met him already. At the corn dog shop, remember?" Frustrated and trying to contain her temper, Y/N's mother stayed silent and waved her off.

"Just don't stay out too long," she finally says before Y/N leaves through the door with a small "I love you" and "I'll be back soon".

Once their daughter leaves through the door, Mrs. Hwang looks at her husband and sighs.

"Why didn't you stop her?" Mr. Hwang gently strokes the side of his wife's face.

"I know it's painful, but we have to let her do this. She's been recovering her memories bit by bit, so who are we to get in the way?" He embraces her and feels the warm tears falling from her eyes getting caught on his sweatshirt. "I know, I know." He comfortingly strokes her head. "Let her find out herself, okay? We'll be there for her every step of the way. We can't keep one of the most important aspects of her life a secret from her forever."

A few hours after Y/N's arrival, the two sat on Jay's grey twill couch and chowed down on their spaghetti. Lady and the Tramp played on his wide flat-screen TV, and Jay watched as the girl intently paid attention to the movie in front of her.

"You know, I don't think I've watched this movie before. I can't remember if I have."

"Oh, is that so?" Y/N turned her head to look at Jay.

The reason remained unknown as to why her heart fluttered as much as it did in that moment she tore her eyes away from the screen and made eye contact with the boy who did most of the work when preparing their dinner.

The savory and slightly sour tomato sauce with minced meat paired with the bouncy pasta cooked to perfection brought back memories of her first kiss.

["?=*~\, can we please recreate this scene?" Y/N begged the boy as she showed him a clip of the spaghetti scene from Lady and the Tramp.

"I've never even watched the movie."

"You don't have to when I'm showing you all the reference you need." He sighed as Y/N tugged his arm to get him out of his chair.

"You're helping me cook the spaghetti."

And so she did. Well, tried to at least. Her sloppy meatballs did no justice to the perfectly presented and appetizing pasta sitting atop two ceramic plates.

"We don't need this one." Y/N pushed one plate to the side. The boy sighed for the second time and pulled out two forks from his cutlery drawer.

It took at least ten minutes for the two to give up on "coincidentally" picking the same strand of spaghetti and for Y/N to manually pick one out and give the other end of it to her partner.

Their faces inched closer and closer with every small bite of spaghetti. Y/N's face felt hot, and so did his, yet he would never let it show that this flustered him. Their lips were a centimeter apart at this point. Y/N stopped biting and hesitated to make the last move. Thankfully for her, she had a boyfriend that was willing to do it for her. Their lips met for a brief moment before they pulled apart. The tension that they shared through their gazes directed into the other's eyes entranced them to collide their lips back together for a longer, sweeter kiss than what was shared in Lady and the Tramp. He thought they were a cuter couple than those two dogs, anyway.]

(^o^)/ <(밥 먹자!) ☕️

Her heart pounded as much as her feet ached. She rested her back against the ice rink's outer barrier that was outside of the rink itself. The ice skating shoes she wore felt a size smaller than the size written on it should have felt. She didn't complain, though; after being in a medical boot for almost a month, Y/N felt free to finally stand on her own two feet, and taking a blogger's advice to go ice skating for leg-strength training was a great decision since she found an excuse to ask Jay to spend the day with her. Her hands were at a higher temperature than the rest of her body due to the warm cup of hot chocolate Jay bought for her. In his own hands was a takeout coffee cup in the same size, but it contained a white chocolate mocha latte inside instead of hot chocolate.

Y/N took the first sip of her drink, but she did not dwell on her recollection of the first time the boy in her memories said "I love you" to her after drinking hot chocolate on a cold night like this.

The brief "I love you" that had sent her teenage self into a spiral for weeks earned back its spot in her memory archive, but she did not recall anything else the boy had said that night. Instead of trying to remember, Y/N turned her head to look at Jay who stood to the left of her.

"This reminds me of my first boyfriend."

"The ice rink?" Jay responded.

"No, the hot chocolate. He said 'I love you' to me for the first time when we were out together on a cold night."

"Oh yeah? Must've been quite special." She smiled at him; its warm effect on his insides did a better job than the coffee he was drinking.

Y/N didn't know why she suddenly spewed out what she said to him, but she felt like it was something worth sharing. She considered the possibility that Jay might've not cared, but it didn't matter to her. She wanted Jay to know everything about her just as she was rediscovering everything about herself. It was a journey she wanted both of them to take even if she thinks that her travel buddy may not care in the slightest.

(^o^)/ <(밥 먹자!) 🍪

Despite the grumpy expression on her mom's face, Y/N watched as Mrs. Hwang took the box of cookies out of Jay's hands before thanking him and shutting the door in his face. In that same moment, she received a text message from him: 'I just dropped off cookies at your house. I gotta get to work, so I couldn't stay for long, haha. I hope you like them!'

She wanted to call him a liar because she clearly saw her mom deny his entry into their home, but she decided not to and thanked him for the cookies instead.

Determined to know what happens in the next episode of the drama she was watching, Y/N sprinted downstairs and snatched a few cookies from the box before going back upstairs. Paranoid about her daughter's leg not being fully healed, Mrs. Hwang yelled out for her to be careful or else "the boot goes back on!".

The cookies in her hands were still warm, and it left a good impression on her when she finally shoved one into her mouth. The sweet, chewy disc of goodness spread its flavor throughout her tastebuds. She couldn't help but roll her eyes and slouch in delight.

The very familiar recipe, however, struck a core memory that had been trapped away.

Jay's red velvet cookies surfaced Y/N's memories of a lovely picnic date turned sour.

["I can't believe we're graduating in a few weeks! Isn't that crazy?" The boy laughed in contentment as he stared up at the blue sky with clouds drifting by. He was met with silence from the girl laying down next to him on their shared picnic blanket.

"Hey, Y/N, are you okay?" The girl turned her body to one side and didn't bother responding. The boy placed his hand on her bare arm, and the warmth from it transferred to her cold skin.]

Y/N shuddered as a fragment of the memory came back to her. She took a bite from her second cookie.

["Baby, talk to me. Are you okay? Are you feeling cold? Is the food making your stomach hurt?" Annoyed by his questions, the girl pulled her arm away from his grip, and her skin was already missing the warmth of his. "Did I... did I do something wrong?"

"You're leaving me."]

Bite.

["Leaving you? What do you mean leaving you?"

"You're leaving me!" She sat up from her position.

"Why would I ever leave you? You know how much I love you!"]

Bite.

["You're leaving me to go back to Seattle aren't you? For that stupid culinary school!" She stood up.

"Y/N, I've been dreaming of going to that school since I was a kid! It's been my dream to open up a restaurant." He stood up from the picnic blanket.

"But what about me? What about us? What if you go off with some other girl while you're in America and forget all about me? Why am I the only one trying to keep our relationship standing?!"

"Will you just stop?! Did I get mad at you when you told me that you were planning to study in Japan? No! What makes it any different that I want to study abroad too?!"

"But the school I want isn't across the freaking ocean!"

"You're being irrational if you think I'm going to choose between you or that culinary school."]

Bite.

Roll. Drip. Drop.

A tear fell from Y/N's eye.

["Then go!"

"Y/N, that's not what I meant–"

"Just go to your stupid school already, Jay!"]

Jay?

With every tear that dropped from her eyes, the mess of scribbles that covered the face of the boy in her memories were washed away. His face was that same handsome face she encountered in front of the corn dog shop. At that curry restaurant. At his house, on his couch eating spaghetti with him. At the ice rink. At the front step of her house just minutes earlier.

An immense amount of guilt washed over her. All of those moments spent with the boy she dated and tried to hold back from chasing after his dreams made her feel nauseous and stuffy. Does Jay remember her? Does he remember her as the girl he used to date? As the girl who got mad at him for wanting to pursue his passion?

She couldn't handle this. She needed to destress and sort out her emotions in some way. What better way than to get something from the convenience store? Yes, she was a stress eater.

(^o^)/ <(밥 먹자!) 🍦

Y/N hugged herself to gather warmth that would defend her against her hometown's cold winter temperature. Despite freezing her legs off from going out in shorts and a thin jacket, Y/N bought an ice cream cone. Eating ice cream in cold weather was a pleasurable feeling whose cause is unknown to the universe.

It became less pleasurable and rather miserable when yet another memory resurfaced after taking the first bite of her ice cream.

The soft serve vanilla ice cream reminded her of the event leading to her near-death experience.

["Was I too harsh on him?" she mumbled to herself and took another bite out of her vanilla soft serve. The argument with her boyfriend caused the couple to ignore each other for the last two full weeks of school before their graduation day. It made the girl feel awful, but she couldn't imagine how much pain she must have inflicted on her lover.

Deciding to apologize to him and encourage her boyfriend to follow his culinary dreams, Y/N nodded to herself and stood up. It was an hour until Jay's apartment complex closed its gates to visitors, so she decided to run as fast as she could.

Oncoming lights from cyclists alerted Y/N to move out of the way for them to pass on the sidewalk. It was dark outside, and it was colder than the past few days. With a red nose, aching feet and a heart that felt like it was going to burst, Y/N ran and ran and ran. There were only a few more blocks until she would be able to see her lover and apologize face-to-face and tell him how much she loved and supported him. The finish line was right there, but the universe must have wanted to take revenge on her for her nasty attitude towards the person who only wished her the best and cared for her the most.

Just as Y/N sprinted across the crosswalk, a motorcycle headed her way at full speed. Not only did it jam into her side and break her ribs, but it continued to run towards her body that flew a couple of tens of feet away and ran over her back. Without looking back, the motorcyclist continued to ride down the road. Fortunately, he was convicted of third-degree murder.

On the other hand, Y/N was laying face down on the cement of the road with her breathing becoming pattered and inconsistent. Her bones were shattered, and her organs were punctured, but nothing hurt more than hearing the terrified scream and call for help from Jay who had found her on his nightly run.]

Y/N dropped her ice cream cone and felt like throwing up. The horrifying memory sent her into a panic as she clutched her head with her hands. She felt like screaming and crying, but she desperately tried to contain herself. Her breathing became quick and short. She could feel herself shaking.

"Y/N?" A masculine voice immediately brought comfort to her, but at the same time, it released the tears welling up in her eyes. With a choked sob, Y/N stood up and rushed to hug Jay.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." she repeated into his shoulder. She cried her heart out and stained his jacket with her tears.

"I'm guessing you remember me now?" Jay lightly joked. He pulled her in closer to him and tucked her head into his neck with his hand on the back of her head. "I'm so sorry for all the pain I caused you." He kissed the top of her head. "I'm so sorry." His voice gradually turned into a whisper. Jay could feel his own eyes watering until the hot streams of liquid fell down his cold cheeks. He kissed her head over and over until it caused her to look up at him.

With tear stained faces, they looked into each others eyes and cried. She was in the arms of her first love, and he held the person he loved the most close to him. As if it were an instinct, the two leaned in and softly pushed their lips together. All of the memories came flooding back to her. All of the memories of her dates with Jay, all of the times he came to her house to sing her to sleep, all of the times he would cook and bake for her, and all of the times he would tell her that he loved her. They were finally back to their respective safe spaces.

Hwang Y/N was 21 years old when she fell in love with Park Jongseong for the second time.

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nanaooyoo · 7 months

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enhypen jay oneshot

You and Jay are trying to stage the perfect dinner party for the gang. It’s the first event you two are hosting in your new place after moving in together for the first time. Anyways enjoy ✨

warnings/headsup: slight angst • miscommunication • petty relationship fight • 50% fighting 50% fluff • kissing • 2.2k words • light proofread • mentions being high

Dinner Party: Jay x Reader pt.I/I

“Staring at it in the oven won’t make it cook any faster…” Jay grumbles for umpteenth time today.

“I just don’t understand why you won’t let me crank the heat up.”

“That’s not how slow cooking works! Or any cooking for that matter. Cranking the heat up four hundred percent doesn’t mean it’ll cook four hundred times faster.”

“It quite literally does!” You scoff, annoyance only building in your body as the day goes on.

Jay wants so badly for you to just let him cook in peace. “Well it won’t taste good! It’ll burn, you wanna eat a burnt dinner?”

“I wanna eat something…” You clutch your stomach in self induced agony as you curl your knees into your chest. “I’m starving”. Of course you weren’t actually starving, you’d been snacking on bits of everything your boyfriend cooked all day. You just hated the idea of waiting around for something that didn’t feel completely necessary. “I wanted to order a pizza”…

“We can’t just order a pizza every time my friends come over” Jay sighs. “We’re adults now, not every hangout can just consist of pizza, or fried chicken and beer…”

You and Jay had been going back and forth like this for the past couple of hours with only little bits of passive aggressive silence sprinkled in every once in a while to punctuate the tension in your brand new apartment. Jay had invited all six of his best friends over to your new place as a sort of rite of passage for taking the next step and moving in together. You liked Jay’s friends, they were your friends too. Something about having people over in a new place however, that wasn’t just yours or just Jay’s made it all feel a little different… It made it feel like there was something to prove. Not like you liked having people over at your old place anyways.

You absolutely hated hosting! It was all your least favorite things combined and packaged up with a stress colored bow. The excessive cleaning, the sometimes days long preparation, the social anxiety, the scheduling, the cooking… It all made you just want to curl up into a ball and hide under your covers. Of course your boyfriend wasn’t going to let you hide under your covers, so you chose to curl up on the floor instead.

Occasionally, He would look down and behind him to your scrunched up form on the freshly installed kitchen tile. He knew it was mostly just the stress of having people over that made you so irritable and combative, but he also wanted to know why you chose to do your wallowing for the day on the freshly installed kitchen tile. You looked liked a sick kitten laying on the floor by his feet and as much as Jay wanted to just put down the knife and cutting board, and let the vegetables chop themselves, he was equally if not more stressed about tonight. For some reason he felt an even more intense pressure than usual to get everything perfect for this one dinner. It was as if this new place, this dinner, and everything surrounding it was going to be the determining factor in the course of you two and your relationship. He felt a sense of responsibility in making sure everything was just right. No matter how hard he planned though, if this night already wasn’t going smoothly, what did that mean for the two of you?

“‘We’re adults now’… Says who?” You mutter under your breath mocking Jay’s tone. You’re almost close to writhing on the floor in pure agony at the thought of going even another second without one of your favorite low effort comfort foods. You shift your weight so you’re practically laying flat on your stomach like the outline of a body at a crime scene.

“Says who? Says me.” He quips back.

You groan. “You’re actually starting to piss me off.”

“Really I thought I officially pissed you off like three hours ago.”

You ignore his comment and take another peek at the oven before lying back down. “You did. Then I got over it and now you’re starting to piss me off again”.

“Well you’re not exactly being a peach today either. Is it too much to ask for your cooperation for just one day.”

“It is too much actually.” You say raising your voice a little.

“Why are you yelling at me?” Jay turns around and gives you and incredulous look.

“I’m not yelling…” you say getting up to take a walk around the place and hopefully blow off some steam.

Jay’s lips form a tight line as he watches you, and is left again in awkward tension filled silence.

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A few hours later you’re back to your cadaver like position on the floor. You could only take so many laps around the apartment before it got old. Of course you wanted to ask Jay if he needed anymore help, but he had insisted a while ago that all the cooking would be done by himself. You didn’t want to fight him on it since the last time you tried to make toast you almost burned the entire building down. Putting aside your lack of culinary skills, you were still getting increasingly bored. You needed something to do!

Jay notices your restlessness and the way your jaw moves as if chewing on invisible food. “Are you high right now. You kind of act like this when you’re high.” Your partner asks sarcastically.

You think you sense a tinge of genuine curiosity in his voice but can almost imagine the sly smirk on his face and push that thought away.

“I wish I was high… that would make this dinner so much more fun.” You retort. “And a pizza”. You say the last part as quietly as you can.

Jay looks over at your seemingly lifeless form on the ground and scoffs. “You’re practically like… in junk food withdrawal. You’re a junkie”. Jay snickers to himself laughing at his own terrible joke. Eventually, he’s pulled out of his own amusement when he hears what sounds like muffled sniffling coming from your spot on the floor. “Y/N, hey are you okay?” He stops what he’s doing and kneels on the floor next to you and shakes your shoulder lightly. “Hey look I’m sorry I didn’t mean to make you upset, I was just playing arou-”.

“You’re an idiot.” You say through involuntary giggles.

He pulls you shoulder back peeling you off the floor like a strip of painters tape. As your cheek lightly sticks to the tile he’s reminded of how cute you are, even in contentious moments like this. Jay lightly hits your shoulder “You scared me! I thought you were actually crying. What’s wrong with you! You never laugh at my jokes…”

“I don’t know. I think I’m laughing at how bad it was! Also I think laying next to this hot oven is making me a little bit delirious.” You say finally sitting up and placing a hand on your forehead.

Jay moves your hand so that he can feel your temperature himself and pouts a bit in minor worry. He pauses for a moment before leaning over to give you a hug. He wraps his arms around your shoulders in sort of a clunky but loving way as you two are crouched on the floor. He pulls back and gives you an apologetic look. You return his gaze and give him a small embarrassed smile.

“Sorry for being immature… and annoying”. You look down at your hands and avoid your boyfriends almost glassy eyes.

“You’re not annoying or immature, if anything I’m being the annoying and immature one”. Jay pouts.

“No it’s on me really, I should be acting like more of an adult.” You feel a sense of shame in your inability to match Jay in this specific area and it makes you feel like you’re maybe just missing the maturity it takes to make this living together thing go well.

Jay feels a fleeting but piercing sting in his heart at the thought of his words potentially making you feel that way. “You are an adult. When it really matters you’re always an adult. I just really wanted to impress the guys tonight.” He rubs your shoulders in remorse. “Can I admit something kind of embarrassing?”

You nod.

“I just sort of convinced myself that if tonight didn’t go perfectly we’d like… eventually break up over it or something.”

Jay watches your expression as your face contorts into a look he can’t quite decipher. “I only invited the guys over because I wanted to prove to them that we’re really meant to be together. Like I know they already really like you and stuff… I just… I was stressing myself and you out for nothing”.

You huff and see that Jay looks worried until he sees your confusing expression turn into that of an unmistakeable smile. You’re beyond relieved. “I was stressed over tonight too. It’s not embarrassing. Well it is but I was embarrassed too. You know how I get with stuff like this. My brain just forgets all logic and I convince myself something is life or death when it really really isn’t…” You give your boyfriend a kiss on the forehead and ruffle his hair a bit. “I’m sorry Jay! I should have just talked to you earlier when I was starting to feel bad.”

Jay smiles “I should have told you last week when I started freaking out… I’m sorry too.”

Both of you had been acting just a bit over the top today, letting each of your personal feelings get in the way of just having a good time before your friends came over.

“You were right too, about the pizza. Woulda been much easier.” Jay says.

“No way! It smells great in here and you’ve been working so hard the guys’ll definitely appreciate it.” You reply “Heeseung will probably eat the whole thing if he gets a chance.”

Jay chuckles “It does smell really good in here… I did sort of do a really good job today.”

You roll your eyes but can’t help but be charmed by his statement “that’s the confidence that made me fall in love with you.” You say.

Jay pecks your lips and puts a hand to your cheek “I love you too. I really should finish this meal though.”

He watches as a small smirk creeps its way across your face and the mischievous little glimmer in your eye shines brightly for a moment. “What?” He asks just milliseconds before you’re pulling him onto the floor and peppering kisses onto his face (no pun intended) instead of letting him get back to cooking.

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There’s quite a few minutes (maybe longer) of playfully making out on the kitchen floor before there’s a loud chorus of dings heard in the distance.

“Is that the oven or the doorbell?” Jay pulls back and sits up.

You glance around and see the timer on the oven has sounded. You sigh as it’s time for you to end your fun and you stand up to turn the oven off. As you press the button and go to grab an oven mitt to get Jay’s creation out, there’s another loud crackly ringing throughout the apartment that causes you two to wince.

Jay checks the time on his watch “fuck!” He mutters under his breath and scrambles to stand up, socks slipping a bit on the shiny tile as he rushes to the door. He can just imagine his friends behind the door giggling and repeatedly pressing that godforsaken deafening button. He runs to open the door and immediately sees Jake and Niki swatting each others hands away and fighting for who gets to continuously ring the door bell.

“Could you be any slower?” Sunoo complains half in jest half in true annoyance. “It was freezing out there and then we had to walk all the way up to the top floo-“.

Jungwon elbows his friend in the stomach. “It was really nice of you guys to invite us over”. He smiles and Jay opens the door more to let everyone in.

Jay’s face reddens a bit as he looks back to you taking dishes out of the oven and rearranging things on the table, counters, and island. “Sorry we’re not exactly done cooking everything, we got… distracted…”

“That’s okay, we can help you finish right?” Heeseung pipes up as he finishes taking off his coat and shoes. He wastes no time walking over to the kitchen to greet you and give you a big hug. “What still needs done?” All the guys nod in acknowledgment.

“Oh you guys.. that’s really sweet! I’m so bad at cooking I could barely help Jay at all today”. You say returning Heeseung’s embrace and slowly doing the same for all the others.

“How about those of us that are good at cooking help Jay out and Y/N, you can give the rest of us a tour of the place”. Sunghoon says.

“That’s a good idea man. There isn’t room for all of us in there anyways.” Jay smiles and closes the door, kicking a few Nikes out of the way in the process

Sunghoon leans over to Jay before making his way to the kitchen where everyone is catching up. He whispers through light chuckles “You have lipstick all over your face by the way”. He laughs and walks away.

You can see your boyfriend out of the corner of your eye frantically wiping at the sides of his mouth before making his way over to the rest of you. “Okay guys let’s split into teams”…

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y4kie · 5 months

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be seen, be heard.

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enhypencores · 9 months

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Enhypen: [Sunghoon X y/n]

Genre: Teen Romance/fluff

Prompt: Unrequited love can be an absolute misery especially if it’s first love. Y/N knows that all too well, but she can’t help herself falling for her classmate, the popular figure skater, Park Sunghoon. How do things play out when everyone mistakes her childhood best friend, Ma Ri to be in love with Sunghoon? Will this misunderstanding fuel the truth to the light?

My First Requited Love

“I want to keep liking him, so I won't confess."

The platform buzzed with students yelling and chattering about various things in their flashy cliques whilst waiting for the metro to arrive. The minutes were long and tiresome as the sun sat atop our heads, dispelling immense heat and draining the last bits of our energy.

It was yet another day. Ma Ri and I were using the metro this week since the car broke down again yesterday, and we had no means of transport. The metro zoomed past us in a flash and halted. The gates then swung open. The subway arrived empty with some leftover passengers; however, chaos ensued once the army of impatient and famished brats threw themselves into the carriages. It was no less than a battle, making it inside while holding onto your bag and dignity along the way.

"Why?" Ma Ri pouted, her frown deepening as she noticed my disagreement.

“Because it’s all gonna be over then,” I muttered against her ear, holding onto the pole for dear life as students poured inside, pushing past us. As the sea of shoulders and elbows shoved past her, Ma Ri circled her arms around the pole tighter.

“What’s gonna be over when you refuse to start anything?" She hissed louder than I liked, probably due to the human tug-of-war situation simultaneous to our heated discussion. I passed her a look of discomfort.

"If I tell him and he responds negatively, I will have no choice but to stop liking him,” I muttered, feeling my throat tighten, and she looked up at me with a wave of sadness in her eyes.

“Come on. You are stunning, bright, endearing and passionate. He will like you,” my friend detailed, and I giggled at her sweet compliments.

“If only men were as reasonable as women,” I remarked, and Ma Ri rolled her eyes.

“If he isn’t then you’re better off anyway. Come on y/n, what do you even like so much about that Park Sunghoon?” Her words triggered a flow of memories. What do I like about Park Sunghoon? It was a blur.

I wasn’t always head over heels in love with him. I didn’t even know his name until tenth grade when he became the class president. He was quite tall, so he was made to stand at the back during assembly lineups (tall tier), whereas my growth hormones had yet to sprout. I was always two students away from the front (short tier). I recalled a significant memory from our morning assembly when I turned to look for Ma Ri. The long line of students deflated my energy. Dispiritedly, I looked at the end of the queue where I saw him: the tallest one at the back, under the beaming sunlight, sand-brown eyes seeping into my skin. My cheeks grew warm. It was not the sun. It was Sunghoon.

Ma Ri found out about my crush and excitedly recommended I smuggled information from her older brother, Jake, Sunghoon's close friend from nursery.

Sunghoon was a promising student but more famously known as an athlete. He was a talented figure skater. His programmes were heavily publicised in our school, so I dragged my parents to watch one of his events conducted in Seoul's largest ice skating rink; they thought I wanted to become a skater myself and grew worried. I was the last person to choose a high-intensity sport as my career path, which was true, but I left them wondering.

Under the vast sky, Sunghoon shined brighter than the stars as he ran on ice like it were his very home. He glided and danced, making the world stop and stare. After the performance, I was dazed for quite a while.

Sunghoon was always in the spotlight, but he didn't seem to enjoy it. He kept to himself and only had a few chosen friends. People gravitated towards him, impressed by his charming smile; however, he only spent time with Jay from the other section. No one knew much about his private.

Soon my diary was filled with notes of his presence.

The problem arose when I realised we were graduating high school this year, which ultimately meant moving on. I was not ready to say goodbye to this man.

“God, one of us needs to get a cycle. The subway will trample me," Ma Ri’s grieved tone interrupted my train of thought, frowning at the bulky guy who stood behind her with his sweaty armpits in the air. I pulled her close. “Thirty-five kilometres on cycle?" Throwing a sarcastic glare, I prayed our station would magically arrive sooner.

Ma Ri and I decided to leave early in the morning, so the ride to school was a pleasing experience. We reached the school premises thirty minutes early and decided to get breakfast.

“Jake has been suspicious these days about my constant interest in Sunghoon," Ma Ri grumbled, and I almost spilt the can of iced tea.

“What did you say?” I gasped. It was a surprise Jake hadn’t caught onto the strange questioning already but knowing Jake, he probably didn’t care enough to wonder.

“I just told him I wish to get into figure skating, and Sunghoon is my role model,” Ma Ri muttered defeatedly, and I couldn’t control my laughter. Ma Ri and I were the least likely to participate in sports.

“Laugh all you want. It won’t be funny when I tell him what’s really up,” she threatened with a smirk.

My laughter died down immediately. “You won’t dare!” I yelled.

From the corner of my eyes, I noticed two tall men entering the cafeteria. My heart palpitated, noticing his familiar dark hair. Sunghoon walked inside, his shirt neatly buttoned and blazer resting at the back of his shoulder, hanging on by a finger. He chuckled at something his friend Jay said, then his gaze wandered and found mine.

His eyes grew a little as he registered my presence. My heart dropped low into my stomach, his gaze making every hair on my body stand. The words flowing out of Ma Ri’s mouth grew foreign as I tuned out every other stimulus except him. He gazed at us for a moment before approaching the counter.

“Two chicken sandwiches and a lemon iced tea.” His morning voice was brittle, liberating ecstatic butterflies in my stomach. The iced tea suddenly had more meaning. I held it closer to my chest and chugged it down.

“You’re so ridiculous,” Ma Ri’s shrill voice interrupted my hurling emotions, and I sat up attentively.

“Shut it.” I glanced up, only to find him seated on the table before us. He sat, facing me, and his friend had his back to us. I suddenly felt cautious and looked away, fidgeting with the empty can.

“Why’s he here early?” I mumbled, trying to find an excuse to not meet his gaze again.

Ma Ri tugged at her lower lip. “I’m not sure. Maybe he has practice?” She replied hesitantly.

Then another guy came jogging inside. I looked up, and my jaw almost dropped. “Ma Ri…” I drawled, and she curiously looked behind.

Her eyes grew double their size.

Jake in our campus?

Ma Ri and I exchanged a confused frown.

“Sunghoon, I’m here, mate,” Jake announced excitedly, and Sunghoon expectantly stood up to hug the blonde man.

“You’ve got some nerve showing up half an hour late with that stupid smile,” Sunghoon glared, and his pink lips tugged into a charming smile.

“Bro, I ran from school to take the metro," he claimed. His loose tie, undone laces and messy hair were proof of his insistence.

“Jake, what’re you doing here?” I didn’t realise when Ma Ri had thrown back her chair and walked up to Jake pointedly. His eyes seemed to lighten up as he noticed his sister.

“Thank god you are here. I thought I’d have to search the entire campus. Oh, hi, y/n,” Jake greeted, his kind smile growing wider. “Thank you for accompanying Ma Ri at the metro." He rubbed the back of his neck, grinning my way.

I quickly got up, matching Ma Ri’s steps. "Oh, not a problem. I have to take the metro anyways since the car is acting up," I responded. I noticed Sunghoon and Jay pass each other a look before they looked back at us blankly.

“Jake, you haven’t answered. Why’re you at my school?" Ma Ri questioned, her brows furrowing with curiosity.

"To introduce the two of you," Jake chimed and motioned his hands towards Sunghoon and Ma Ri. "She has many questions about your lifestyle because she suddenly wishes to get into figure skating even though I have never seen an ounce of athleticism from her. I don’t know why she can't just approach you, but assuming she feels threatened by your popularity, I humbly request you to please befriend her.”

Silence.

The next few moments were the slowest moments of my life. I felt the thunderous waves of fury radiating from Ma Ri. Sunghoon stared at the siblings dumbfounded while the third friend, Jay, laughed like a maniac. The humiliation of the encounter struck hard as Ma Ri almost tumbled Jake to the ground, and his screams reverberated throughout the cafeteria. I attempted to pull Ma Ri off as Sunghoon rushed to help up a traumatised Jake.

“You’re dead meat when I get home!” Ma Ri rattled, and Jake almost punched her in the face.

“You like him so just tell him and stop bothering me! Sunghoon this Sunghoon that- he will give you all your answers!” Jake, the smug bastard, gave her a tangy smile whilst Ma Ri swore to rip his head off.

“Excuse us,” I quickly spat and hurriedly pulled Ma Ri out of the cafeteria after a million more insults were thrown both ways.

“Do you believe this guy is my brother? He’s so stupid! I can’t believe he said that shit right in front of Sunghoon,” Ma Ri sprang to fight, but I held her down, hugging her chest.

“Stop!” I yelped, holding onto her. When she finally calmed down, I let go and sat her down on the bench next to the water cooler.

Both of us remained quiet for a while. Tension seized my chest as I tried to ease my frantic thoughts. Jake’s words lingered in my head. I tried to imagine Sunghoon’s reaction. For now, he seemed taken aback. What if he believed those words and assumed Ma Ri liked him? Would he like her back?

It took me months to even look him in the eyes. When we passed by in the hallway, those bashful glances felt like they would appease me for a lifetime. At the moment, though, I imagined him thinking of my friend, and my chest tightened. Those glances could not possibly last me a lifetime.

"He won't think of me that way. I will explain it to him," Ma Ri mumbled, her eyes drenched with guilt. I felt my eyes burn. Ma Ri was stunning, uplifting and passionate. If Sunghoon didn't like her, he would be a fool.

“Ma Ri.” I wrapped my hands around hers, and my throat tightened as tears marred my vision.

"You don’t need to clarify anything."

Maybe this was a wake-up call. I had believed one day I would have enough courage to meet his eyes and confess my heart, but I never could. Sunghoon would always only be a name in my diary.

“Y/n…”

I smiled tightly and rubbed my palm against hers reassuringly.

"It doesn’t matter, Ma Ri."

I got up quickly, blinking away the tears, and Ma Ri followed suit, frowning deeply with a hesitant glance. Just then, the trio walked out of the cafeteria. Habitually, my eyes found him before anyone. Sunghoon had a strange look on his face, his lips downturned and gaze distracted. He almost looked angry.

When he noticed us, he paused. I expected him to look for Ma Ri, but his gaze spotted me like the north of a compass. I felt a weird surge of emotions in my chest like blusterous waves crashing against the shore.

I forced myself to look away. Jake carried a sour expression, his smile tight, and I deliberated whether to feel curious about their secret discussion. Jay, the only normal one, waddled beside them, running fingers through his slick hair as he stared at us with a suspicious smirk.

"Time for class," I squealed, a little too excitedly and ran away with Ma Ri chasing behind.

My day was spent overthinking. The lectures went over my head because of the morning affair, not to mention the stares passed my way from Sunghoon. He was two rows away, but I felt his presence overwhelm my cognition. I didn’t understand why he kept looking my way when Jake had seemingly exposed Ma Ri and not me.

Ma Ri also spent half the day passing sweet smiles. I felt a tinge of guilt for getting her involved in this mess, so I smiled back brightly and hoped she would forgive me. She attempted to talk about the issue and even brought up confessing to Sunghoon, but I shut her requests down.

Truth be told, I was afraid. If Sunghoon believed Ma Ri liked him, he might compare me with my best friend. I wasn't exceptionally pretty like Ma Ri. They probably complemented each other better. I would rather never be an option to begin with than become a source of discomfort.

By the end of the day, I was mentally drained. I grabbed my bag and pushed against the door to look around for Ma Ri. She had left for the locker room to get her novel. I waited for a couple of minutes and then decided to find her. I walked down the hallway and pushed the door open.

I froze against the open door. My lips parted as if to speak, but I couldn’t even feel myself breathing. The strange tension in my chest seemed to unwind, and my heart plummeted like a sinking ship. Ma Ri stood against her locker, gazing up at Sunghoon.

As a wide-eyed Ma Ri noticed my intrusion, she quickly called out to me. Sunghoon turned in a flash with furrowed brows. His gaze tensed, and he stepped away, his eyes burning into my soul. He opened his mouth to say something but decided against it.

Seeing the taller two gazing at one another felt like they were out of a rom-com. They were the picture-perfect couple. My world was discombobulating. If I stayed there any longer, I would bawl right before them.

"I’ll go alone today.”

I turned on my heel and dashed away.

I heard my name. It wasn't Ma Ri. It was Sunghoon's gravelly voice calling out to me. I heard a slight commotion, but my emotions drove me farther from the two. I didn't want assurance or sympathy. I wanted to get myself together before my heart really broke.

I didn’t stop even after I safely made it out of the school’s premises. My body craved insurgence, breaking out of its cage to run till I felt the anxiety break off like autumn leaves. I ran downtown and stopped once I was standing at the metro station. Students were scattered around in groups, awaiting the subway.

I heaved as I leaned against a magazine stall, desperately gulping down air. Closing my eyes, I felt my head throb with tension. I smoothed my fingers against my temple. Soon the wind felt cool against my skin. A few moments flaunted by when the sudden zoom of the subway boomed inside the premises. Alert, I stood upright and rushed to step closer to the door.

The students beside me were more passionate. A few shoves drove me back, and I pressed my lips tight unimpressed. As the doors opened wide, bunch of students jumped inside, along with some feistier ones from behind me. I clutched onto my bag and trudged forward, hoping I wouldn’t get pushed back by the sea of men.

I managed to land inside, but the next challenge was to find balance and avoid tall men. It proved harder than I expected as I was sandwiched between a bulky man with his back against my chest and the other end of the train. I couldn’t breathe, let alone stand. I tried pushing him forward, but that only triggered the traffic to lean back. I felt like I’d get trampled.

The wind was knocked out of me when suddenly someone grabbed my wrist and yanked me to the far right, towards a pole. I gasped as the person pressed flat against my back heaved, and the rumbles vibrated against my frame. I was ready to scream murder at this stranger when I jerked around.

My jaw dropped.

Park Sunghoon?

Every cell in my body seemed to grow cold. The world shifted, and my vision grew hazy. Why was Sunghoon here?

He gave me a stern look and then a slight nod as if reassuring me of his presence. I felt my heartbeat escalate, so I turned back around, facing the pole. Through the mirrored windows, I inspected his features. He was heaving against my frame, so he probably ran like a lunatic to catch up to me. His tie was limp around the neck, and his hair was a mess with sweat dripping down the strands like water droplets. His eyes were cold like ice. I had only seen them shine on the rink.

He caught my gaze, and something in his orbs flicked. He suddenly shifted closer. He grabbed my hand, and I almost winced at the sudden warmth of his skin. He secured mine on the pole with his fingers lingering. The chill of the metal and the contrasting warmth of his fingers made me think this was an illusion.

He protectively guided the other arm around me so no elbows brushed my arm. He inspected my surroundings, and when he felt at ease, he sighed deeply against my neck.

I shivered inwardly.

“You’re not riding this alone again,” he spat with a quirked brow.

I gulped and nodded reluctantly.

“Why’re you here?” I asked, and he pretended to hear nothing, avoiding my eyes.

“Sunghoon.” I frowned.

His eyes met mine instantly. His lips twisted into a lopsided smile. “You don’t call me by my name often,”

“What do I call you?” I mumbled, pondering upon his words.

“Class rep. It got annoying after grade ten.”

I turned around at light’s speed, catching him off guard. His playful smile dropped, and he quickly edged closer, drawing his arms around my waist, leaving no space for bystanders. I stared, trying to figure him out.

“Did you even know my name back then?” I mumbled into his chest as he was way taller.

His lips tightened, and he stared at me with a strange intensity. Then he widened the space occupied by his legs, covering my body with his and brushed a strand of hair from my eyes.

“I’ve known your name since you arrived at my class.”

What?

My lips parted in disbelief. He surveyed my bewildered expression and chuckled like he had just told me a silly pun.

When I arrived at his class.

So… when we were in middle school?

Grade 8.

A station arrived, and Sunghoon grabbed my hand. The doors flew open and as some people started exiting, Sunghoon pulled me along.

“This isn’t my-”

“I know.” He shrugged, dragging me through the unknown station.

My surroundings were a blur since my brain had stopped working. He knew my name in grade eight. He had noticed me when I wouldn’t have been able to point out if this guy was even a student in my class.

What did any of this mean?

Why was my heart fluttering like I was cascading down a cloud nine?

We ran through the alley, climbed stairs, and then headed out into the sunshine. I thought he’d finally settle down and explain the chaos; however, Sunghoon released a short breath, his gaze wandering from left to right. Deciding which path to take, he ran left while holding onto my arm. I tried matching his speed, but my legs weren’t as long. My steps faltered, struggling to keep up.

He noticed my struggle, and his strides shortened. Soon he had slowed down completely, downgrading to a walk.

I sighed in relief, slowing my pace with him. I was currently panting, fanning my red face to cool down. It was embarrassing because even though we had run the same distance, Sunghoon was breathing just fine whilst onlookers might mistake my gasps for running a marathon.

Sunghoon’s chuckle was fuel to fire, and I withheld the urge to roll my eyes. “Everyone isn't blessed with long legs,” I gritted every syllable.

An innocent smile deluded his lips as he twisted the ring on his index finger with his thumb. “I know. You were always at the front during assembly,” he reminisced.

“And you were always at the back,” I added.

He looked up, stopping in his tracks. His playful smile had dropped. His eyes carried a glint of longing like he was lost in a haze. Vrooms and beeps surrounding us dulled as I felt my heart thump hard. He edged close, his breathing heavy.

“That distance irritated me.”

It was barely a whisper, yet I heard him as clearly as the beating of my heart. Despite my widened eyes, parted lips and taut frame, he still decided to step closer. His arm circled my waist, pulling me into him, and he rested his forehead against mine. The scent of clean soap morphed with a luxurious cologne overpowered my senses, and it took me a minute to register our close proximity. The contact invoked a deep fire in my abdomen, and my heart thudded so hard against my chest that I was sure he could hear the rumbles.

“I want to make it clear. I was with Ma Ri to tell her I like you.” He sucked in a breath. “I couldn’t tell you in grade nine, ten or eleven. I couldn’t have told you now either if I didn’t find out about Jake’s crush on you,” he rasped, screwing his eyes shut in frustration.

My world was spinning.

Park Sunghoon had a crush on me back in middle school? Wait, he has a crush on me. My heart was pounding to the extent I feared it would tear out of my chest and land in his palms.

Wait… Jake?

My lips parted in confusion.

Sunghoon spoke up again. “When Jake told me, it was like the world screaming at me to get it together and hold onto you,” his ragged breaths fell against my mouth, making my insides quiver. "Jay told me girls like leaders, so I became the class president. I advertised my ice skating events at school to catch your attention and didn't sleep all night after seeing you in the audience. I even dragged Jay to the library because you liked spending lunchtime there. When I discovered Jake's sister was your friend, I visited him more often for soccer despite my hatred for the sport- hoping to catch a glimpse of you. On our trip to Icheon, I noticed your obsession with red velvet cakes, so I got one for your birthday last year only to share it with my sister. You drink iced tea, so I started to get it myself. It used to taste bitter, but I can’t start my day without it anymore."

My heart was in my throat, my mouth agape as I registered his words and their meanings. It was true; I noticed Sunghoon after he became class president. Ice skating adverts were posted on the school noticeboard, and knowing that he was a participant encouraged me to go. I once visited Ma Ri's place at the weekend to learn how to crotchet where I encountered Sunghoon in the kitchen, getting juice for himself. I had instantly thought of it as fate and began visiting her place more often for numerous excuses. I did love red velvet cakes and iced tea. The fact that Sunghoon knew simple details about me made my heart relish and throb. My eyes stung. The one person I liked throughout school and college was confessing to me. I had thought of him as an unrequited love, but we were always in harmony. My feet quivered as I brought my hands to cup his jaw. His gaze widened at the soft contact.

"I would beg Ma Ri to ask Jake for your favourite colour, hobbies and future career options, which made him think Ma Ri liked you," I confessed, and his eyes widened in disbelief.

"I bought my first skating gear last year, wishing someday to wear them by your side. You were textbook smart, so I got Ma Ri to tutor me before grade ten exams because I didn't want to look stupid, ranking in the lower tier. I know you like macrons, so I baked them for your birthday last year and intentionally left them at Ma Ri's because Jake had planned a birthday party for you, which meant you would definitely try them."

With every word passing my mouth, his face grew hotter and his eyes wider. He was visibly baffled, just like me. He parted his lips and shut them, feeling at a loss for words. The silence cradled my heart and ate at my insides. Then something in his gaze flicked; the shock had subsided, replaced with a dark, rapturous fire.

Suddenly, he was tugging me into his embrace, his nose rubbing against mine like we were one. His tall frame towered mine as he stared into my eyes, then my lips like a starved beast finally eyeing its first bite. The world around me melted when his red lips finally captured mine, and he released a short breath of relief. His lips were smooth, like candy floss, but not as overly sweet. He pecked mine gently at first, but then a frustrated groan escaped his mouth, and he sucked my lips into his, parting them to kiss deeper. His scent and taste drove my senses haywire, and I wrapped my arms around his neck, feeling my knees fall weak.

Amid the kiss, a smile aligned his lips, and I parted, feeling my head in the clouds. "You liked me in grade ten?" His words were hushed as if saying them aloud might make them untrue. I bashfully looked away.

"By the way, you make amazing macrons," he mumbled, and my heart felt so full, I dreaded it would burst. He placed his hand under my chin and brought it up to meet his eyes. A warm breath escaped him as if he had been holding it in forever, maybe since the day he liked me, and he covered his mouth with mine desperately.

The kiss told me this was the beginning of something beautiful, my first requited love.

When I reached home, many messages awaited me.

Maria<3

Thus proved: my best friend can never have an unrequited love story because she is the most gorgeous person ever.

PS: don’t worry about Jake. He will get over it when he sees you thriving with Sunghoon. <33

PS 2: please tell Sunghoon I don’t like him. he chased after you before I could explain anything :/

PS 3: if he makes you cry, I will hurt his entire family.

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