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stariikis · 3 months

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𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐲.𝐣𝐰

synopsis ; as a trainee under Jungwon's company, rumours have already started to fly about the two of you in a committed relationship. However, the speculations they create are neither wrong nor right, and when it all seems like too much, Jungwon's your only respite.

pairing ; idol!jungwon x trainee!reader genre ; fluff, situationship, oneshot wc ; 1015

inspired by ; call it what you want - taylor swift

Yang y/n. You can hear the low whispers trailing behind your back everywhere you go. Every step you take, every move you make. Hands stuffed deep in the pockets of your baggy jeans, a stuffy mask covering half your face. Jungwon’s one and only.

You would never have minded being caught up in this type of situation with Jungwon, if it didn’t come at the expense of your deeply treasured privacy. If it didn’t mean you would spend your day treading over fragile eggshells, just so the rumours don’t fly again. So that Jungwon wouldn’t have to defend your name to the public every time a camera turns his way.

As a child, you loved the flash of a camera on you, you loved the attention. Adorned in Disney princess dresses and waving around a fairy wand with a flourish, you were the perfect model for your parents’ DIY agency. However, now, as one of HYBE’s most valued and talented trainees, you can’t help but start to despise your excessive exposure to public view.

Not to mention, when you’re caught up in a dating scandal with Belift:Lab’s Yang Jungwon, which isn’t even entirely a lie.

The sleek black cap has to be pulled further down your face in order for you to feel even a twinge of peace. Speeding up your footsteps towards the company building, you wonder how life would be if you had just accepted Jungwon straight away, like you had multiple times before in your brain’s most romantic fantasies.

What if you had accepted him? What if you had rejected him? What if you hadn’t allowed this confusion to slip into something so complicated that even the two of you can’t tell the truth from a lie.

Every day, without fail, you show Jungwon all the newest online articles, and in return he screenshots speculatory posts about the two of you and sends them to you. In a matter of a few years, your innocent camera roll went from cute selcas of yourself, to Twitter posts, ship edits, and paparazzi pictures you wish were edited.

“She must be waiting here for Jungwon!”

Hundreds of passers-by crowd around you, but their words and their faces are all a hazy blur to you. Standing still in front of the revolving pair of entrance doors, the only face you want to see is Jungwon’s.

And as if on cue, like an angel’s blessing has been bestowed upon you, there’s a tight grip on your arm in the middle of the fog. Jungwon’s faint baby scent fills your senses, a big, warm, bear hug in of itself. He lifts the cap off your head, a look of such affection and pain swamping the depths of his hazel eyes.

When did you start shaking?

Head tilted to the side, he bends down to whisper in your ear, and you have to squeeze your eyes shut to block out the loud chorus of gasps.

“You’re shaking.”

“Great job, genius. Didn’t notice,” you snap back almost instantly, careful to keep the sharp words a hint under your breath. The public etiquette classes you’ve recently started attending are doing a world of wonders for you.

”Ah,” Jungwon hums cheerfully, his arm coming to sling around your shoulder. “You’re grumpy. Sounds like you need a scoop of ice cream.”

“So suddenly?” You roll your eyes disdainfully, but quicken the pace as he starts walking down the sidewalk. The sea of fans, half screaming at the chance to see Jungwon, half shoving their phones in your faces, part like they’ve been called to do so. You should probably get used to the celebrity life, but every time this happens, a red flush of embarrassment never fails to drown out the paleness of your face.

Jungwon shoots you an encouraging, charming smile, hiding his uneasiness very well. “I was kind of kidding, but let’s get out of here, because I have something for you.”

Curiosity strikes you. “Something for me?” Your mind runs wild with the varying possibilities of cute gifts Jungwon would come up with. Because Yang Jungwon is totally the type to buy “Just because” flowers; definitely someone who’d dedicate a crocheted stuffed animal to his beloved.

Then again, you’re not his beloved, and you’re not his friend. You’re mostly stuck in between the two. While you have your reasons, sometimes you question your decisions that led up to this kind of rocky relationship.

A rocky relationship that Jungwon still somehow manages to make right.

You round a corner, and he pulls you close in the secluded alleyway. With the tantalising aroma of freshly baked buns wafting in the air, you wonder if Jungwon’s taking you out on a ‘date’ that might not really be a ‘date’ but you’d still like to consider it a ‘date’.

But he doesn’t budge from the spot you two stand awkwardly in. You look up at him, bemused, and he just pulls something out of his pocket. Your favourite shade of turquoise, complemented with black and white and beaded up into a bracelet. In the centre, marks Jungwon’s initials. YJW, in his very own handwriting, engraved into the circular polished beads.

“This is for you.” Jungwon murmurs, fitting it around your wrist without even bothering to wait for a response. He must know you already treasure this bracelet like it’s your lifeline. However, this is so weird. Are you supposed to walk around with the initials of a guy that doesn’t even belong to you displayed for everyone to see?

By the look in his eyes, Jungwon seems to think that’s completely normal. And so, you calm your racing heart. If it’s normal to Jungwon, it’s normal in your books as well.

Lightening the atmosphere, you look deep into his eyes and joke, “Shouldn’t I be wearing my own initials around?”

“Well, at least one matches up. Y. Yang. It’s like we’re married.”

And he leaves you blinking rapidly in utter confusion, laughing and slipping back onto the sidewalk. You can only stare at your wrist, vowing never to take it off. Ever.

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astvrook · 11 months

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krizis | yang jungwon

genre/au: yandere x reader.

Jungwon was an understatement within the mafia led by Fuma, as he needed support to take down several empires, and Jungwon didn't have the means to refuse, despite youth.

He wasn't always a dull, restless, hard-to-please guy until he met you, and then the adrenaline hit him like a tsunami.

His face completely impacted by you, by your nakedness, and he was in need of some kind of relief.

Your laughter was for him. This man loved to see his girlfriend laugh. It was like a drug for his arousal, and he dragged you into his world.

"First you seduce me, then you tease me, and then what, peaches? We play. I want to give you everything in every way, you can explore me and taste whatever you want from me."

Jungwon's kneecaps crackle underground as he crawls toward you.

He betrayed his gang to have a better life with you. Perhaps someday he'll learn not to be so greedy, but he can't make you think about quitting. Yet Jungwon's chest hurt, his face, his hands... his broken knee.

You wanted to spare Jungwon all the pain, even the pain he caused himself.

On a human being, the previous beatings might knock him unconscious for days. But this wasn't a typical man, though an inner pain is etched in the fine lines around his feline eyes.

As you got closer to Jungwon, one could notice the irregular movements of his breathing, which betrayed his agony. Her pupils were dilated, but there wasn't a single tear on her face.

Jungwon believes that if he shows no emotions and wears his determination like armor, he will be stronger. Nobody can hurt him. He felt so lonely.

Fuma, Nicholas, Harua and you have always taken care of him and this is the first time they are gone. How many people will stay by your side if you betray them? Neither.

"It was the two of us or them, (y/n). That was the only way. But I did questionable things to give you the life you deserve." "My heart hurts so much more. Just know that I'll be here when you come back. It'll be my last letter, promise, (y/n)."

You assumed Jungwon dead that day, but his eyes flutter behind you.

Did he flee from his grave? He seems more grown up than when you abandoned him to survive five years ago. But now he seems immortal and more beautiful than any corpse should be.

Your stomach churns, and fear strikes your sternum.

Wasn't the violence, the sleeplessness, the interrogations, the screams, the beatings, the blood, the deaths, the accusations and the tortures too much for him? Was what too much for Jungwon?

However, he was a blank canvas. Empty.

"You're all barking. I know your type already, Jungwon." "You're my biggest enemy now, (y/n) I'll gain sick fulfillment by making you suffer without you knowing when and how I'll cut you with my blade."

Had Jungwon had a heart left and not something rotten in its place, he would probably have some sympathy for you. You were his light. Or so he thought.

For five years you were a sword that always cut when Jungwon bled again, you were the sword that turned on him, and he doesn't know how to dodge the edge.

It's above you, the surrounding air darkens and swirls. The temptation is a cursed thing whose mouth touches your cheeks, jaws and lips, but had the power to create you and break you.

"Betrayed you, (y/n) but I'd never leave you! Wouldn't forget you, either. Really loved you, but I couldn't give you enough, and seeing you here is killing me, baby. "

Jungwon assumed that the moment they met was the moment of luck.

He had betrayed them all to improve his position. By now, along with allied clans like Lee Heeseung and Park Sunghoon, he was the leader in command, all for access to higher circles.

More proof that the mafia may not have been an environment conducive to healthy love.

Punches, shouts, gunshots and your friends fall to the ground along with all your resources. Jungwon's dark tresses, as well as his blood-stained eyes, became the images that haunt your nightmares.

"You are the last locker, (y/n) I won't lose the key. The burden of your memories always weighed on me, and I broke all the rules of this world because of you. You may change the punishment for us, but I never lose, peaches." "Won't you come with me? I'll make sure you have a good time, (y/n)."

ENHYPEN MASTERLIST.

#yandere enha #yandere enhypen #yandere jungwon #yangjungwon #enhypen mafia #enhypen x reader #enha imagines #enha x reader #enhypen scenarios #enhypen x female reader #junwon x reader

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hoonsi · 1 year

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゜･｡゜゜. . my heart likes you 🐈‍⬛

enhypen YANG JUNGWON layouts .ᐟ .ᐟ

reblog or like if u save ₍^._.^₎⟆

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melcaramel · 5 months

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#jungwon #yang jungwon #yangjungwon #enhypen #jungwon enhypen #kpop #blue #white #white blue #jungwon white blue #jungwon blue white #jungwon moodboard #kpop moodboard #aesthetic

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113020 · 2 years

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☆ well, my boyfriend's in a band .. 🎸

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sweetishdreams · 6 months

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JUNGWON ENHYPEN GIFS

#jungwon gifs #enhypen #enhypen gifs #jungwon #gifs #yangjungwon #yang jungwon

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toomanybiasesss · 10 months

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𝐔𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐁𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐒 | enhypen vampire ff | 01 |

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༊*·˚ synopsis. Welcome Students to Lakewood High! Where the most widespread boys happen to be vampires and even werewolves. When a mysterious new student, Choi Y/n, transfers to Lakewood High, the boys find themselves particularly drawn to her. As horrendous incidents begin to piece the academy apart, enemies start to unveil, and mysteries start to confound, it is all up to Choi Y/n to save the fate of all.

༊*·˚ genre. fantasy!

༊*·˚ wc. 2.3k.

༊*·˚ warnings. none!

༊*·˚ a/n note. ahh this is my first post ever! i hope you guys will like it. i went more into detail about this in my trailer video posted on this. feel free to give ideas, suggestions for future posts! this will also be visible on wattpad.

༊*·˚ pairings. enha!femreader.

༊*·˚ playlist link!

CHAPTER 01 ;; _________ ׂׂૢ་༘࿐

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It's just absurd. Don't you think? Changing prosperous academies? It's even more ominous that my parents are sending me away for school. I am not the type to get overly enthusiastic about everything or anything. Sometimes this sounds like an excellent possibility to get away from your family, But I prefer to be; by myself, on my own, in my personal space. I have my secrets. Power? Abilities? Not something you often see, maybe only with the fiction tale. It will be an amusing semester. New possibilities and adventures. Right?

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The car comes to a halt, and I look outside of the academy, Lakewood High. Famous for outstanding achievers, bringing out the richest of families, and its remarkable history. A school; that's full of all sorts of secrets and royalty. That sounds like the deal I like. I watch as students appear to the outside. Their laughter of them echoes through my ears. Some even with smiles. Mhmm? Seem like school is out for the weekend. While in my daydreaming self, a voice makes itself known-

Driver: You are going to love it here, Ms.Y/n.

You were coming back to validity, just responding to the older fellow in front of you with a smile and nod.

Driver: Leave me to get your belongings out for you.

The driver excitedly makes his way out of the car, fast to retrieve your luggage. You take one good look before sighing and finally opening the door to the car. You're immediately met with a fresh breeze and the smell of scentful flowers. You close your eyes and take in the stunning scenery.

You: Isn't it lovely?

Driver: Sure is!

As your eyes, open wide, your baggage is already beside you. You were surprised by the two knocks behind you; on the roof of the car.

Driver: Remember to have lots of fun, okay?

You: I know.

Driver: Your parents are just a phone call away.

You pause for a second before saying-

You: Thank you, Quinn.

Quinn flashes a big smile as he opens the door to the car. The car starts as it soon drives away. You give one last wave. As you now stare at the tremendous academy in front of you. The academy was disturbingly exquisite but still looked aesthetically gladdening from the outside. You give another sigh as you grasp your luggage and make your way to your newly awaited school.

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You enter the school. As you look around, you notice some students engaged in their conversations. The academy starts with an elegant staircase with fabulous chandeliers hanging from above. Your eyes continue to observe the school full of royalty.

???: Ms. Y/n, Welcome to Lakewood High!

A voice catches you by surprise. Must be the principal?

???: I'm principal Mae, but you can refer to me as Mrs. Mae.

The woman walks up to you to greet you with a smile. She is well-presented, well-kept and speaks with her firm British accent. You beam at her while offering a hand, which she shakes in return.

Mrs. Mae: This way, please

You follow her up the stairs while still observing the school itself. You look down only to see that the students have taken notice of your arrival. You notice the whispers and stares from the other learners. All eyes stay on you as you walk up the staircase. The new girl detected reward. I despise it.

You soon make it toward a door with unique designs on it. Mrs. Mae opens the door leading to a spacious lounge. Wow. Neat. You make your way inside while closing the door behind you.

Mrs. Mae: Take a seat, Y/n.

Mrs. Mae makes her way to her desk and takes a seat. You look around the room filled with vivid paintings and various illustrations.

Mrs. Mae: We usually don't accept students during the semesters, but your parents happen to be good friends with me. So, I couldn't say no.

The woman says while you take a seat right in front of her.

Mrs. Mae: Ohh Y/n...

Mrs. Mae takes your hands and holds them in hers.

Mrs. Mae: You look just like your mother.

You smile at the compliment. You've heard it countless times from other people, so it wasn't new to you. You soon retrieve your hands to yourself.

You: May I ask, how'd you become friends with my mother?

Mrs. Mae stares at you with sparkling eyes in admiration before answering-

Mrs. Mae: Well, she was my roommate. And soon after, we became the best of friends.

You: And my dad?

Mrs. Mae: I met him through your mother. Funny guy, I'll tell you.

You laugh in response because it's true. Mrs. Mae soon giggles with you.

Mrs. Mae: I'm glad they sent you here. You're a courageous and powerful girl. It is the ideal school for you, Y/n.

What Mrs. Mae said made you feel a type of way. You instantly felt a warm sensation on your neck.

You couldn't even describe it, but it felt so potent. It struck from all over your body. It caught you off guard, but you just brushed it off as nothing.

Mrs. Mae: Well, don't let me keep you waiting, you most probably want to go get some rest.

You watch as the lady takes out a key from her desk drawer.

Mrs. Mae: Here you go! Your key to your dorm.

Mrs. Mae gives the key in your hands lightly.

Mrs. Mae: I'm looking forward to having you here, Y/n.

You grin at her while standing up and finally making your way out of the comfy lounge.

You shut the door behind you.

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You glance look at the key to your dorm.

You: How cute...

???: What is...?

The sudden voice startles you making you gasp.

You: Who are you?!

A tall figure of a boy stood right next to the corridor. It was too dark to see his face or calculate how he looked. You could see his dark-colored hair; he had the school uniform on with some agitation to it as well. He started to walk closer to you, but his facial features were still clouded from your point of view.

???: You must be Y/n.

You: Does the new girl thing circulate that quickly?!

Your statement made the boy chuckle with a smirk left on his face.

???: Haha, you don't even know... I'm Lee Heeseung. Nice to meet you.

Heeseung gives a hand, which you gladly abide and shake.

You: Well. Nice to meet you Heeseung, I'm-

HS: Y/n. Yes, I know.

You look down in embarrassment, forgetting that he already mentioned your name when you stepped out of the lounge. Your actions made the boy laugh once again. You eventually find the boldness to look up. You are met by his gaze, reflecting off by the sunlight. You could now see his big doe eyes looking right at you. They were bold and beyond charming. He finally broke the silence between you two, which nearly felt like ten whole minutes had passed.

HS: Well, I'll see you around, Y/n.

You: Ye-

The boy leaves before you finished your sentence. He does give one more look at you before vanishing somewhere at the end of the hallway.

You: Great job Y/n! You already got your first awkward encounter.

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You: This must be it!

You make your way to your dorm door. You unlock the door leading to a large room itself. You enter slowly while looking around the room layout.

A balcony joined the room. You could see a corner that had already been decorated and daubed. On the wall, it had certificates. Coding and Hacking certificates? Seem as if my roomie relishes that type of stuff.

You keep walking around, but no one appears to be around. She maybe had gone out?

You soon start to unpack your luggage until-

something falls to the ground grabbing your attention. You bend as you pick up what seems to be. A letter?

You stared at the letter for a few moments before opening the envelope it was in. The envelope was; significantly nicely secured and had an extravagant red stamp. You open the envelope displaying a black card-

''An Invitation To Our Bloody Birthday Party

To: Y/n''

Interest begins to fill your mind. What's even happening? Where'd this even come from? You see another letter sticker out of the black card. You quickly take it out-

''You're invited to our bloody birthday party.

Sometimes, walking down the deadly path

Without fleeing from death itself

Can give rise to the most wonderful creation

We hope you will be able to come.''

A party?! This school is living up to its expectations. You stare at the letter once more before sitting down.

You: Lee Heeseung...

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You: I guess this is it.

You make your way toward the estate. The place was inside the woods, not too far from the academy. It would be more or less than a five-minute walk. It wouldn't even be a hard place to find since the lights from the party can be seen from anyone's dorm room window. You stop in your tracks to take a look at the grand residence.

You watch students coming in and out. Students are still clothed in their school uniforms. They're laughing all over the place while more begin to enter the abode. The house lit up in all sorts of colored lights. Music can be heard, from where you were standing, but still muted by the distance. For it is in the woods, it was a huge estate. Perfect size for almost inviting every student in the academy. Assumably.

As you begin walking even closer, everything comes into view now. Harmony can also be more legible. You walk up the stairs leading to the front door. Wavering, you open it.

Instantly, the sound of music blasts through your ears. Shutting the door, you start moving past all the students. You look at all of them. Groups danced all over the show, groups were involved in conversations, and groups played games or some sort.

You start smiling at yourself, considering you weren't planning on coming. Quinn would've wanted me to go anyway. You walk into a bunch of rooms occupied by other people, but you're going into the kitchen area, which is quiet. You had your back towards the kitchen, double-checking no one came in with you. Since I still very much like my own company after all.

???: Y/N!!!

The sudden voice catches you by surprise. You quickly turn around. A girl? She's a tall, stunning figure, with long brown hair that came close to her waist and an unforgettable gummy smile. The girl came walking towards you, still giving her gummy smile.

WY: Hi, I'm Wonyoung.

Wonyoung quickly brings you into a hug which you gladly accept. Does she know me?

WY: I'm glad you came!

She finally says, freeing you from the tight hug.

WY: I'm sorry I couldn't welcome you this afternoon. I had some extra classes to attend. But I'm more than happy that you're my new roomie!

The girl says excitingly. So, she's my roomie. You give her a smile and a nod.

Wonyoung gives another grin before turning around and retrieving something.

You: What's that?

WY: Fruit punch.

She turns back, handing you a cup of fruit punch, which you curiously take. You take a sip from the cold served beverage. The liquid makes you gasp with shock.

You: Wow.

WY: Pretty good, huh?

You give her a continuous nod while she laughs at your reaction.

WY: My recipe.

She says while taking a sip of her own. She watches how you continue to enjoy your drink. She smirks as she takes your drink out of your hands.

She puts both of your cups on the countertop as she turns to you. Wonyoung takes hold of your hands.

WY: C'mon, you are the guest of honor. Let's go dance!

She pulls you by your hands, dragging you out of the kitchen. Damn, I wanted more fruit punch instead.

Wonyoung keeps dragging you until you both reach a crowd of students dancing. No, not the area filled with everyone dancing! She finally stops and sways both of you while still holding your hands.

WY: Enjoy yourself!!!

She lets go of your hands and starts falling into the rest of the mass. Regretting your life decisions, you have the urge to turn back badly, but eventually, give up trying since it's too packed. You accept defeat.

You gradually start dancing, moving to the sound of the music. You close your eyes, absorbing the music, falling into the sound of it. Damn. Lights striking while still being visible even with closed eyes. This is fun. Not something I'm used to, but it's seriously not bad.

Your fun soon begins to fade away. Your interrupted with a strong gush of dizziness soon takes over you. Spoke too soon.

You open your eyes to find a way out of the; overwhelmingly crammed area. You met the sight of two guys staring at you. Your vision is too blurry to see their faces. They keep gazing until you push through the crowd. Why do I all of a sudden feel sick to the core?

Looking for a more peaceful spot. You persist through the halls, looking for somewhat of an empty room, stopping by a door, that's closed. Please, be empty.

You push through the door revealing a long narrow hallway. No ways.

You're quick to tone down your pace but still roaming slowly with your steps. Feels off. You look around the narrow hallway. It's dimmed and has vintage-looking paintings. The hallway echoed with dark royalty classical music. Intimidating, to say the least. A restricted room...

You make it to the end of the hallway. The music slowly starts diverting into an echo. The tune went off-sync. Your dizziness grows more prominent to the point you have to grab the wall for support. A wave of heat hits you, breaking you into a sweat.

Shutting your eyes, expecting the ripple of queasiness to fade away. The sound of footsteps makes itself known behind you. It's approaching way faster than it should. Turning your head slightly, you see a male figure standing behind you. His hands are in his pockets. Giggling is heard from him. Is he laughing at me?

You finally make a complete turn to see the male himself. Vision yet becoming visible. You start panting.

???: Woah. Calm down. I'm not going to hurt you.

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