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★ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒 with enhypen

pairing; bf!enhypen x afab!reader || genre; fluff || w/c; 1K || warnings; not proofread, a lot of pet-names !

a/n; woahhh i posted three drabbles yesterday,, but i figured that i should add one more to the list bc i’m lovesick 🥰

lee heeseung. [ hold ]

you were probably the most easily distracted person he knew, with your train of thought often carrying you off to a momentary daze at the sight of something else.

at first, heeseung didn’t seem to mind it too much, but now that you were more focused on the fluffy translucent clouds, than on him, he felt a little pouty :(

“hey— look at me too, pumpkin.”

if that didn’t work, he’d raise his hands to gently cup your cheeks, fingers softly brushing against your skin.

“as i was saying,,, how do you like my new hair??”

he’d just proceed to ask that while you’d gawk at him like— at least give me a second to recollect myself from acting like a blushing mess, thank you very much!!

park jongseong. [ intertwine ]

jay loved the warmth that enclosed his fingers whenever you two had your hands intertwined with one another!

so he’d come up with excuses and rack his brain to think of silly activities that’d present him with the right opportunities to do so

like for example, when you two decided to bake together, jay would randomly suggest,

“how about we mix the batter together?”

“—uh… and how do we do that?”

with one of your hands preoccupied with holding the whisk, he’d wrap his fingers around your free-hand.

“there!! and if you get tired, i’ll transfer some energy over to you~!”

that wasn’t how it worked, but it’s okay!!

you knew he was doing all these with a certain intention, so you’d let it slide :)

sim jaeyun. [ win ]

“woo!! let’s go, baby! up-top!”

jake would be your biggest supporter in life — he’d always be present for significant moments such as your graduation, or your first win in a sports competition!

you can just scan the row of attendees, and you’d see his twinkling eyes, as well as his handmade banner spelling your name in bold, cute stickers of balloons and animals pasted all over the empty space.

he’d also be there for the smaller moments of your life, such as the first successful batch of cookies baked, or your first time solving those ‘only 0.00001% of people can get this right!’ type of things.

whenever you waddle up to him, regardless of whether you’re holding up a medal or your phone, he’d lovingly wish you all the congratulations and give you all the love you’d need.

snaking a hand, and resting it on the small of your back, he’d pull you close to his embrace to shower you in a load of kisses and praises! <3

park sunghoon. [ lay ]

you two loved to stargaze during the available hours of your day! it was just a bonding activity filled with solace and comforting silence.

sunghoon and you would lay a gingham picnic-mat in the midst of a grassy field located at a nearby park, and begin the fun!

sunghoon was pretty smart at making out constellations, and often told you that the one you were currently pointing at was an ophiuchus or something along those lines.

unlike him, you had no knowledge about this whatsoever, and just enjoyed being in his company.

“ooh, that one looks like a pineapple!”

he’d giggle softly at your revelation and respond with,

“not quite, but whatever you say, angel.”

he’d often outstretch his hand such that it was resting on yours because he loved to draw little constellations onto your palm <33

kim sunoo. [ squeeze ]

“—hey hey! don’t panic, love.. just remember what you recited to me last night, and you’ll be fine! trust me.”

you’d have to do a big presentation or say a speech to prominent people, and naturally, you’d worry and stress a lot about it.

however, not to fret because sunoo would always be there to help you out!

“should i say it again?? or are you tired? do you wanna go to bed??”

“don’t worry ‘bout me! just go ahead and continue :)”

he’d even stay up late to ensure that everything goes in order, and would run smoothly.

on the big day, he’d wrap his hand around your clammy ones to offer affirming squeezes while he muttered unique reassurances like,

“you’re gonna kill it—! positively i mean,,”

cherry on top is that he’d give you a peck before you’d have to leave <3

yang jungwon. [ hug ]

jungwon loved hugging you, because, well—you were so huggable!

he didn’t even know if that was a word. if not, that’d be his own invention.

you’d be minding your own business, washing the dishes, when suddenly a pair of arms would wrap around your waist, embracing you in a back-hug.

you’d feel jungwon’s chin rest on your shoulder, and could hear his steady breaths beside your ear.

“you were gone from the bed for too too long,, i was starting to miss you!”

“won, the dish soap’s gonna get all over your sleeves—!!”

you’d try and roll his long sleeves up his arm, afraid if he’d stain it or something, and he’d just mumble,

“it’s okay,, can we just stay like this for another minute?”

he finds so much comfort being around you, like you light up his entire world and give him meaning to his life <3

nishimura riki. [ wipe ]

riki was often very observant about things, especially when it came to you!

so he’d often notice the new way you styled your hair, or the new necklace you’d recently gotten, because he really really loves you and pays a lot of attention to you <3

when he sees even a tinyyy bit of frosting on on your cheek, he feels the urge to just wipe it off for you.

“this bakery makes such tasty cakes, we shou—“

abruptly, he’d extend a hand to wipe off the streak of icing, before resting the weight of his head on the palm of his hand with the intention of listening to your next words.

“— you were saying, love??”

but you’d be so flustered with all these butterflies soaring around in your tummy, that you’d just pause for a moment, not knowing how to suppress the tingling sensation of heat washing your cheeks.

₍^._.^₎⟆ ꕑ ENHYPEN . . all my sweet dreams are with you, i like you a lot! ★ 愛は風のよう、あなたはそれを見ることはできませんが、それを感じることができます。

permanent taglist. (open) :

@wondipity @yjjungwon

m.b. cr. : @boos2bies

🏷️ tags.

✶ৎ SMARTER BABY

📄 ────𝗂𝗍’𝗌 𝗇𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗋𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖺’𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝖾

2024 pairing. poly!ot7엔하 x fem!member oc cw. suggestive themes, profanity, mentions of alcohol, making out; hyung line-centric req. mila dancing to lsrfm ‘smart’ & engenes/enha reaction ❨ BACK to LIBRARY ?! ❩

“YOU LOOK PRETTY.” Riki wrapped his hands around Mila’s waist form behind her, resting his chin on her shoulder as he watched her apply lip gloss in the mirror. “What’s the occasion?”

Mila was usually the type to dress up, but today it seemed she put a bit more effort into her appearance than usual — not that he was complaining.

She wore a cropped long-sleeve wrap top that showed off the curve of her waist where his large hands rested on her bare skin, just above a chain that hung loosely her like a belt and was decorated by several charms that chimed whenever she moved. She wore a matching white wrap skirt with layers of chiffon that were arranged like flower petals around her waist and a pair of white platform sandals that would make the shorter members of the group cry with the added boost it gave to her already impressive height.

It just so happened that when she got back from he schedules for the day, Mila had been invited to film a challenge for Le Sserafim’s new song, ‘Smart’. “You would actually eat this up, not gonna lie,” was the exactly phrasing Yunjin had used— which, to be perfectly honest, Mila wouldn’t argue with.

So of course Mila had accepted the request, because what else was she supposed to do? Besides, she had already wanted to do one in the first place: the song was constantly on her mind from the moment it released, and had her wishing that she was able to do a similar concept in the future.

“I’m going to film a challenge today with the girls,” Mila replied to Riki’s question. She looked at Riki after applying her lip gloss, their noses brushing against each other. “How does this look? It’s a new one.”

Riki’s eyes flickered down to her lips, a deep hum reverberating in his chest. He leant down and stole a kiss from her sweet lips. Mila gasped before slapping the young man in the chest, causing his chuckled to bounce off the bathroom walls with her giggles. As Riki leaned away from her hand trying to clean the lip gloss from his mouth, he furrowed his eyebrows as he swiped his tongue across his plump lower lip.

“Oh- strawberries?” he muttered in fascination.

Mila laughed at the younger’s expression. “That’s not edible, you idiot. Don’t go eating it while I’m gone.”

“Gone where?” Mila and Riki turned to see Jungwon standing at the door of the bathroom, his arms over his chest as he looked between the two. If Mila had looked, she would have noticed the way the younger male’s eyes raked over her appreciated, taking in the way her clothes perfectly complimented her figure.

“A challenge,” Mila said. “It was last minute, but Le Sserafim wanted to do one for their new song.”

She gently patted Riki’s hands, signalling for him to let go. Jungwon tilted his head as he and Riki followed the girl like lost puppies when she ventured into the kitchen, grabbing her handbag from the table. They had been so eager when their eldest noona had gone to her boyfriend’s dorms and their hyungs (save Sunoo, who was currently with one of his many non-idol friends) decided spend the night out drinking, thinking that it meant more time to spend for them to spend with Mila. But apparently, that was too much to ask of their workaholic girlfriend.

“What song are you doing?” Jungwon asked. He pulled Mila to him by the hips, lips jutted in a small pout as he rubbed his thumb against the home of the skirt, only to blink in surprise when it got caught in her waist chain. His breath caught in his chest as he slipped his finger away from the cold metal, letting it fall back onto the soft skin of Mila’s stomach. “This looks nice on you…”

Jungwon’s thumb traced a light path over the chain, smirking when he observed the slightest flex in the muscles of her abdomen. “Thanks,” Mila whispered.

Riki, not one to be forgotten, quickly, stepped behind Mila and took a seat on the chair behind her. In one swift tug, he brought the girl down on his lap. He hugged her closely with his chest against her back and his arms wrapped around her.

“I think I can guess the song,” he whispered as he placed a chaste kiss on her neck. He smiled cheekily as he slipped a finger under the chain around her waist and playfully tugged on it, evoking the childlike imagery of a young boy who would pull a girl’s pigtails to get her attention. “This doesn’t look like something you’d wear for ‘Easy’.”

Mila smiled at the youngest’s astute observation. It was hard to imagine the girl wearing such feminine clothing for a hip hop choreography. “You’re right. I’m doing ‘Smart.’”

Mila couldn’t help but be amused at the frown on Jungwon’s face as he took a hold of her hand. He gave it a light squeeze when she asked what was wrong. “Just try not to make it too sexy,” he said sulkily, “we already have too many Engenes trying to steal you away.”

“Awww, don’t worry. They’d have to get your permission first.” Mila cooed as she cupped the boy’s face and brought it down for a kiss on the lips. Mila turned to give Riki a kiss, leaving sugary lipstick marks on both of their lips as a reminder of her affections. “I have to go soon, but don’t miss me too much! Once I get back, we can cuddle and watch movies, promise.”

The two maknaes agreed (albeit sulkily) to let their girlfriend go for the night, watching as she walked away in her cute little outfit, her long legs carrying her away faster than they could turn to each other and think, The hyungs are going to go crazy.

THEY DID INDEED GO CRAZY. They were on their second button of soju when Sunghoon had pulled out his phone to check a notification he had received, only to end up freezing completely when he had clicked on it. The last thing he expected was to be directed to a video of Mila swaying her hips sensually in a miniskirt and waist chain like some sort of hypnotic effect pendulum meant to put viewers under a spell.

“What the fuck?” Sunghoon muttered under his breath, unable to tear his eyes off the screen of his phone— because damn it, why was she looking like that?

“What is it?” Jake asked, leaning over his best friend’s shoulder. The Australian male almost fell off his chair when he saw what was on Sunghoon’s screen. Jake cursed as he spilled his drink over his lap, reaching for tissues to dry the damp soaked his jeans over his thigh. “Shit!”

“What even?” Jay asked as he watched the man, both he and Heeseung having been distracted from their conversation because of Jake’s outburst. That’s when they noticed what was happening.

Sunghoon was holding his phone so close to his face it might as well be glued there. The way his eyebrows furrowed in concentration only made the two eldest males look at each other in confusion. Jay leaned forward, trying to peek at the younger male’s screen. “What are you doing?”

Sunghoon showed them the screen with a blank expression, as if saying, Look. We leave her alone for five seconds and she pulls this shit.

And like Sunghoon, the two eldest male’s had a similar initial reaction of complete silence.

Her tongue peeked out from between her plump, glossy lips and her eyes held a sultry look in them as she trailed the movement of her own hips while she turned her back to the camera. She bundled the long strands of her hair in her hands and lifted it to reveal the expanse of her back and shoulders, that damned red tattoo inked on the back of her neck.

And where did they even get started on the way her skirt (despite not being nearly as short as the stuff her stylists put her in) managed to draw attention to the curve of her ass, beset by the pinch of her waist in a way that made it impossible to look away, especially with how her hips were moving to the song.

For a while, it was completely silent and all of the completely still. But when a pair of college students in the booth next to the boys had looked over and managed to throw a not-so-discrete appreciative glance of the video on Sunghoon’s phone, the Ice Prince hastily shut it off and shoved it into the pocket of his jeans. He took his glass of soju and emptied it in a single shot, throwing his head back with the aggressiveness of which he tipped the alcohol into his mouth.

“I’ll be back,” he said, before walking towards the exit of the restaurant like a man on a mission.

“What even?” Jay turned to watch the younger man leave. “Where are you going?”

Jake eyed his best friend for a moment. He quickly excused himself to go bathroom while Jay and Heeseung were distracted by Sunghoon’s sudden exit. Then he grabbed his phone from his pocket, his fingers typing a quick message after locating Mila’s phone contact.

You: i saw your new tiktok by the way

You: how come i didn’t get a warning?

Jake bit back a smile at his girlfriend’s reply.

Baby ❤️: surprise 😘

Jake almost fell off his chair when a Weverse notification followed her text, and he opened it to find a selfie of Mila in the outfit she wore during the TikTok. It was shot at a high angle and featured a very intentional focus on the low cut of her satin top, which dipped to reveal the slightest bit of cleavage and the tattoo that trail of stars tattooed from her left shoulder to her upper left breast. The caption: ‘Hope you like my gift~’

Fuck, Jake thought as he downed another drink. His girl was going to be the end of him.

From across the table, Jay looked over Heeseung’s shoulder while the latter scrolled through the comments of the TikTok, thinking the exact same thing.

user1. HELLO?? MILANA?? BAI MINGLU?? 😭

user2. okay but why did mila have to go so hard on this

user3. GYAAATT DAYUM

user4. mila rlly be risking hip replacement surgery with those moves and i’m here for it 🙌🙌

Heeseung laughed at the last comment. He wouldn’t be lying if he hadn’t thought about just physically impossible it seemed that Mila could move the way that she did — especially when it came to her hip movements — and he got to see her dance almost everyday. He closed the comments to focus back on the video, eyes drinking in every detail and every movement.

“I’m smarter, baby, smarter~” Heeseung’s eyes drifted for he chain around her waist, watching the charms as they moved with ever sway of her hips, the way her skirt would accentuate her movements and lengthen her legs. There were two other girls in the frame with her — Kazuha and Yunjin — and yet his eyes remained on her the entire time. It was like the song was made for her, and yet she wasn’t even part of the group who sang it.

As Heeseung continue to smile down at his phone with pride and adoration, Jay turned his focus to his own phone, waiting the reply to the text he had sent Mila a few seconds ago.

You: make sure you get home safely ❤️

The reply came sooner than he would have thought.

천사  ❨ angel ❩ : is that all? nothing else? ☹️

Jay chuckled at her obvious attempt to coax praise from him.

You: get home safely first and then i’ll tell you anything you want

천사  ❨ angel ❩ : okay 💔

천사  ❨ angel ❩ : then i’ll rush home as soon as i’m finished here 💨

천사  ❨ angel ❩ : safely ofc

Jay smiled.

You: good girl ❤️

At that moment, Sunghoon appeared again, taking his seat next to Jake. Upon close inspection, one would notice the slight frown on his lips as he filled his glass again, silently speaking of what occurred while he was outside.

Sunghoon wasn’t going to admit that he had sulked about his girlfriend not inviting him to a private rehearsal of the ‘Smart’ choreography.

But, well, his members knew him well enough to infer that was what happened.

MILA KNEW HER BOYFRIENDS enough to know that by the time she got home, she was in for a mixture of sulking, praise and every other thing that lay in between those things. She had her phone to her ear as she unlocked the apartment, smiling as she spoke to Sunoo on the other end of the line, as the boy was yet to arrive home from his outing with his friends.

“You could have given us a warning before you sprung that on us,” Sunoo said. “I wasn’t mentally prepared.”

“Well, I didn’t know I was doing it either until a few hours ago.”

Sunoo laughed, followed by the sound of a car door opening. “What did I do to get such a sexy girlfriend? I think your hips are going to be the only thing in my mind for the next three days. You need to let me breathe before you pull something else like that again.”

Mila hummed. “I was thinking of doing an encore performance though,” she teased. “Maybe I should cover Yunjin-eonnie’s part on the floor?”

“Byeol-ah,” Sunoo said in a serious tone, causing Mila to pause on the middle of taking off her shoes. But his next words immediately erased any worry she might have had that something was wrong. “If you get on your knees in front of a camera, don’t expect the hyungs to be able to control themselves.”

Mila burst out into laughter. “And what about you? Are you included with the ‘hyungs’?”

There was a small silence before Sunoo replied, “You know I’d last longer than any of them.”

There was a sly undertone in Sunoo’s remark, as if he were both pointing out a known fact as well as proving a point. Mila’s face heated up at the suggestion — and yet, she couldn’t find it in her to deny it. Sunoo may not be as eager to show off as the others, but that didn’t mean he had nothing to show off if he wanted to… And, well, Mila would admit Sunoo was not as easy to drive insane as her other boyfriends were.

Speaking of the devil, Mila thought amusedly, when Heeseung appeared in front of her, arms wide for a hug. Mila laughed as she wrapped her arms around his middle, letting him hug her tightly to his chest and rocking their bodies back and forth. It was clear that he wasn’t fully sober. But Mila simply let him be, allowing the older to shower her in face with aggressive kisses and giggling when he bit her cheek.

“Mila is home,” Jay announced as he walked over to the duo, eyes warm with mirth as he looked Mila up and down. “You’re back now?”

Mila nodded. “Safely,” she said, reiterating their conversation through text earlier on. Jay smiled and stroked the top of her head.

“Good job today, you were perfect.”

Mila chirped a thank you in response, basking in the older male’s praises. At that moment, Sunghoon and Jake appeared from inside the shared bedroom of Sunoo, Sunghoon, Riki and Jungwon. Heeseung pulled away from Mila, allowing her to be swept away by Sunghoon who wrapped his arms around her shoulders from behind and and pulled her to his chest.

The front door to the dorm opened, indicating that Sunoo finally arrived form his own outing. The two eldest members dismissed themselves to greet the younger male, leaving Mila with Sunghoon and Jake.

“Finally,” he mumbled as he rested his cheek against hers. “Your TikTok filming took forever.”

Jake reached out to her waist, his eyes trained on the chain around her waist much like Jungwon had before Mila left. He didn’t say anything, simply admiring her while Sunghoon clung to her, seeking her affection. Mila giggled and kissed him on the lips. She only intended it to last for a second, but Sunghoon cupped her jaw, turning her head to him to grant him better access to her lips.

He swiped his tongue across her bottom lip, causing Mila to emit a small whine when he nibbled on the soft flesh with the point of his canine fangs. Sunghoon chuckled, before pulling back, unable to contain his amusement at her reactions.

“What was that for?” she protested. She looked at Heeseung. “Oppa, he bit me. Look.”

Heeseung chuckled. “Where? Let me see.” He tilted her chin up, his thumb brushing against her plush lower lip which jutted out as she pouted. Meanwhile, Sunghoon scoffed, lightly knocking away Heeseung’s hand. It just so happened that the door to the dorm opened, signalling Sunoo’s return from his outing.

“Oh, he’s back,” Sunghoon said. “I’m going to see if he bought the thing I asked from him.”

“Anyway,” Jay said with a smile, “Sunoo’s back now. Why don’t you get changed so we can watch a move together like you mentioned before? I’ll go get the movie set up.”

Heeseung followed him. “I’ll come with you.”

“Okay, then I’ll go get changed,” Mila said.”

Jake suddenly snapped out of his reverie, as if someone slapped him in the face. “Oh— wait a second… Why not wear it for a little longer? And you know… maybe even show us the dance again.”

Jake’s words caused Mila to burst out laughing. She playfully pushed him by the shoulder, but he chuckled his hand gripping her by the waist and pulling her with him as he staggered backwards.

“What?” Jake asked with a pout. “Don’t you love us anymore? Your poor boyfriends want to see you dance, is that too much to ask for?”

Mila rolled her eyes, pushing the male down onto the couch. “I doubt dancing is the only thing you want to see.” Mila smiled as she took a seat on Jake’s lap, her arms around his neck. She smiled sultry as she leaned into his ear, her lips brushing against his earlobe. “See if you can leave the movie early. I’ll show you then.”

Jake was almost embarrassed at how quickly he agreed. But then again, who was he to refuse? He had to play it smart.

BONUS SCENE. ‘WORK HARD IN SECRET’

“I’m smarter baby, smarter. Smarter baby, smarter.” Mila sang softly as she walked to her room, taking her earrings off along the way. She couldn’t wait to get changed into her pyjamas and cuddle with her boyfriends. She opened the door, only to jump in surprise when she saw Jungwon lying on her bed.

Mila laughed. “You scared me.” She walked to the bed and placed her earrings on the bedside table. “What are you doing in here? I thought you and Riki went to buy ice cream.”

They had texted her just as she was nearing the house that they went on a walk together, so she hadn’t expected to find Jungwon waiting for her inside her room. “We got back not long before you. Ni-ki went to shower and the hyungs were too loud so I decided to hide here until you got back.”

Mila hummed, not suspecting anything of the younger boy’s explanation. But she didn’t know the full story behind why Jungwon was here: in truth, since watching her TikTok challenge for ‘Smart,’ he already had a feeling that one of the hyungs would steal her away for the night. So naturally, he decided to get to her first, so that they could have alone time together.

But that was neither here nor there.

Jungwon sat up on Mila’s bed, watching as she removed the bracelet from her wrist. She began to reach for the clasp of their waist chain, only to be stopped by Jungwon’s hand reaching out to grasp hers. The girl raised a questioning brow as Jungwon pulled her towards him.

“Leave it on,” Jungwon said. He smiled as he pulled her in between his legs, his hands resting on her waist where the chain lay. “I like how it looks on you.”

Mila smiled, leaning towards him, so that her hands rested on his neck. They then smoothed their way down the breadth of his shoulders, reminding her of just how broad they were. “Yeah?”

Jungwon hummed deeply. “Especially when you were dancing.”

His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed, dark eyes taking in the sight of Mila before him. He was reminded of the way she moved when she danced, hips swaying rhythmically and effortlessly. His hands tightened around her waist, thumbs seeking the coolness of her chain. Mila smiled, endeared by his expressiveness. She leant down to place a soft kiss on his lips with the full intention of making it short and sweet.

But she was taken off guard when he suddenly hooked his hands behind her thighs and tugged her down on to his lap so that she straddled his waist, her skirt hiking up to expose more of her thighs and their bare skin to his touch. But despite her surprise, she didn’t fight him. Nor did she want to.

Mila could only surrender to the strength of his hold on her, knowing well she wouldn’t be able to escape — not that she wanted to anyway. She fully welcomed the possessive touch of his mouth as it devoured hers, lips locked in a passionate exchange of strawberry lip gloss and traces of vanilla ice cream.

Jungwon hummed when Mila’s nails scratched against his scalp and her slender fingers dragged their way through his hair, bringing his mouth closer to hers. At the same time, he pulled her even closer than before, his fingers massaging their way up her soft thighs and beneath her skirt, until the palms of his hand rested just underneath the curve of her ass.

He kept his hands there, using them to press Mila even closer against him, her soft breaths pressed against his firm chest and soft thighs bracketing both of his own. The only barrier between them was their clothes. As his tongue swiped across her fleshy pout, licking the taste of strawberries clean from her lip, she mewled softly against his mouth, melting against him completely.

And later, when Mila left her room with a pair of swollen lips and a poorly hidden hickey, Jungwon’s hyungs were left wondering when their baby leader became such a cunning feline.

Perhaps, they thought, he was the real smart one here.

NOTE jokes on the hyung line, they got upstaged by one of their maknaes 🥴 but srsly jungwon is drelt becoming such a problem - like he turned 20 and chose violence… that man needs to stop 🫠 on another note it’s my first time writing smth this spicy for him since he became an adult last year, funny it took me this long to even write about him making out with know touching and stuff 😆

TAGLIST. @em1ejiee @menichoi

THEiR LiTTLE ACTS OF LOVE.

warnings ⠀ mentions of food in sunoo's, not proofread. ⠀ genre ⠀ fluffy fluff, hcs / scenarios (?) IDK LMFAO ⠀ pairing ⠀ ot7 & gn!r

HEESEUNG⠀★⠀이희승

complimenting you randomly. it's so simple, yet so meaningful to both of you. mundane things fulfill your schedule for the day and, as you complete the tasks, heeseung vocalizes his thoughts: little grateful remarks. he's always delicate — vulnerable, even — when complimenting you. he quietly wraps his arms around your waist, sighing and leaning down to squish his cheek on your shoulder. “i love you so, so much.” a gentle whisper tells you while a kiss gets pressed on your temple. “you're beautiful, even though you look kinda stupid using my hoodie inside out.” your boyfriend chuckles, immediately helping you fix the piece of clothing you stole from him.

JAY⠀★⠀박종성

carrying “you” around. not literally, though if he wanted, he would. jay just grew used to having at least one physical pic of you with him, either on the back of a clear phone case or inside his wallet. if anyone asks jay why he has them, he'll simply answer that it makes him smile, and he likes smiling because of you. whenever you tell him you're feeling pretty he's already with his polaroid in hands, ready to photograph you. sometimes, jay doesn't take a perfect picture or waits for you to inform him of your high self-esteem, preferring to make it candid. usually, this would end up on him groaning and smoothening you in kisses, complaining that “it's not fair that you always look pretty!”

JAKE⠀★⠀심재윤

sending you flying kisses. jake really thinks he's extremely romantic for that, even when he actually looks stupid for his lovesick expression. you're on the other side of the room? flying kiss. you're beside him? flying kiss. you're telling your friends some shocking thing that happened to you? flying kiss. the gesture gets glued on jake's brain to the point he starts doing it every single time your eyes meet. eventually, he even begins taking selcas to send it to you when he's away; a hand cupped below his chin, rosy lips exaggeratedly pouting and big puppy eyes <'3

SUNGHOON⠀★⠀박성훈

giving in to your wants. don't even ask me why, but i see hoon as a stubborn person when it comes to personal things. however, when it comes to you, he's putty in your hands, ready to give up any of his plans so he can do what you want. sometimes sunghoon complains, jokingly saying that you're annoying him and that you never gives him a break. the next minute he's sitting still on your bed, letting you pick clothes for him and do his makeup, or even dragging him around seoul's busy streets to random places that piqued your interest. he will only let you do that to him, though.

SUNOO⠀★⠀김선우

saving you food. every time he eats a meal he saves a little bit for you. sometimes he writes down the snack's name in his phone notes, so he can get it for you another day. sunoo never forgets to give you bits and pieces of his own dish, bringing the fork, chopstick or even his hands carefully towards your face for you to take a bite of the delicious food. if you're busy with something and can't eat at the moment — but everyone eating — he'll pick a plate with the edibles and wait, just so he can share it with you.

JUNGWON⠀★⠀양정원

reading for you. he knows how much you like his voice, so whenever he's free, he lays down on your (or his) bed or couch with you on his chest, and reads your favorite book for you. he turns his voice into a deeper or high-pitched one whenever a different character starts their monologue (sometimes he even does background sounds that are mentioned in the novel). his fingers run through your hair as he proceeds to tell you the overdramatic story. jungwon is mischievous, often flicking your forehead when you close your eyes to relax a bit. of course, he always asks you for book recommendations, buying them and making sure that you'll get to hear all the tales.

Ni-Ki⠀★⠀西村力

poking you. riki doesn't do it with bad intentions or to tease you. i mean, only partly. he simply likes to catch your attention in a not so obvious manner. the teen will do it when you space out, when you need to be more attentive or, the most common one, for fun. if you ignore him, he'll keep up with his actions for a while until you give him enough love. you didn't gave up yet? ‘okay – yeah, fine.’ he thinks, crossing his arms and doing his best to look unbothered (which he's pretty good at). when you finally turn your attention towards riki, he'll roll his eyes, trying to ignore you back. but as soon as he catches a glimpse of your sulking face, he's hugging the life out of you.

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CONFIDENT

PAIRING. enhypen hyung line x fem!reader

SYNOPSIS. after graduating high-school and having a major glow-up over summer, you became more confident in yourself and got the title of the most popular girl at decelis university in your first week of freshman year. you instantly dethroned all of the sophomore girls, on top of being so pretty, kind, smart and sexy… girl you have it all. yet you’re still the same kind, naïve and funny y/n that can’t refuse anyone coming her way. after all, you know what they say… confidence makes a girl sexy but kindness is key!

GENRE. college au, social media au with written parts, humor, romance, slowburn, fluff, angst, suggestive, smut 

WARNINGS. suggestiveness and smut sometimes (only with older members), dark humor, swearing & profanities, mature topics such as body shaming, bullying, drugs etc. every chapter has its warnings!

FEATURING. txt’s yeonjun, aespa’s karina, itzy’s ryujin, iz*one’s yena + more!

STATUS. completed

START. 2/18/2022

END. 6/18/2022

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❣︎ ⎯⎯ what a tease .

PAIRING ! park sunghoon x reader // GENRE ! fluff // WC. ! 0.2k

PROMPT(S) ! 13. teasing each other good-naturedly ;; 30. laying their head on the other’s shoulder // requested by two lovely anons <3 // 2k followers event

A/N. ! second-last drabble for this event :’> it’s been fun y’all <3 ,, i hope you enjoy <3

the buzzing whitenoise that filled the car lulled you into a degree of drowsiness you weren’t expecting to experience at this point in the day, yet here you were, sitting beside your boyfriend, sunghoon, resting your head on his shoulder and nearly falling into slumber. but before you could pull yourself fully into dreamland, you heard an uncomfortable groan come from your boyfriend as you felt him slightly shrug his shoulder.

“what’s this heavy weight on my shoulder?” you heard him say.

you lifted your head up, looking at him with furrowed brows as you pouted and feigned anger to the best of your abilities. he couldn’t help but laugh.

“i’m just kidding,” he said.

“hmph,” you whipped your head away to face the window instead before laying your head against the wall of the car. “i didn’t want your shoulder anyway; too hard and uncomfortable.”

“yeah, y/n, it’s called muscle,” he told you in a playfully cocky tone.

you couldn’t hide the growing smile creeping to your lips, and of course, sunghoon just had to notice. but before he could say anything, you quickly moved your head back to rest on his shoulder, squeezing your eyes shut, pretending not to hear anything as you made a weak attempt at falling back asleep.

and all sunghoon did was chuckle jokingly in disbelief before you felt him lay his own head on top of yours just seconds later, falling asleep side by side, under one another’s touch.

A/N. ugh i hate him, but he’s cute ig so he’s forgiven 🙄 /lh ,, feedback and reblogs always put a big smile on my face <3 thanks for reading <3

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eating the walls 2night

thinking about boyfriend jungwon; it’d be such a minute and simple action— him zipping up the back of your dress— and yet it’d have a kaleidoscope of butterflies fluttering about the pit of your stomach.

“let me”, he’d mumble softly, fingertips grazing the bare skin of your back, the touch being feather-light, almost gingerly; his fingers would find the metal of the zipper, the cool material sliding upward, inch by inch, his knuckles lightly brushing against your spine in a way that made your heart thump.

he’d be so close— so close, you could practically feel the warmth of his chest against your back, despite the small distance between your bodies. and as you’d glance up, eyes meeting the mirror before you, you’d notice the look plastered across his face— his plump lips would be slightly parted in concentration, his hair falling softly over his forehead, ending by his pretty eyes.

“there”, he’d say, his voice barely above a whisper, as he fastens the clasp at the top of the zipper; instead of stepping back, however, his hands would linger over the curve of your shoulders, his thumbs tracing small, absentminded circles against your skin, which now burns ever so slightly with the warmth emanating from his touch.

“you look..” he’d start, before pausing, as if to search for the right words; “you look beautiful, baby”— and his voice would be so sincere and soft, it’d make your heart ache.

Confessions: Oikawa

(This is connected to another drabble I made in my series 'Unreq Love' so here is context if you'd like the full experience: Oikawa & Bonus)

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The gym is quiet.

Not the kind of quiet that comes from peace, but the kind that settles like dust in the corners—heavy, still, waiting. The lights are off, but the late afternoon sun filters through the high windows, painting the floor in long strokes of gold. The volleyball net hangs limply between its poles, no longer taut with purpose. There are scuff marks everywhere, like memories burned into the wood—ghosts of spikes, dives, the relentless rhythm of ambition. The echoes of laughter, shouting, the rhythmic squeak of sneakers still seem to hum beneath the silence, like the gym itself refuses to forget.

You spot him immediately.

Oikawa stands near the back wall, his figure backlit by sunlight, facing the net with his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his jacket. His shoulders are drawn tight, his posture still and unreadable. He doesn’t move when you step in, but he knows it’s you. No one walks into a gym like you do—especially not after hours. Especially not him.

You take your time crossing the floor. Your sneakers squeak a little, but he doesn’t flinch. The air smells like dust and floor polish, and something sharper underneath—like endings. Like goodbye.

“I figured I’d find you here,” you say, coming to a stop beside him.

He huffs, a soft, humorless sound. “You always do.”

“Well,” you shrug, “someone’s gotta make sure you’re not brooding yourself into an existential crisis.”

Finally, he glances at you. There’s a tiredness in his eyes, something far quieter than the version of him everyone else sees. You know it well. You’ve seen it before, behind locker room doors, in the quiet of bus rides home, in the way his voice would sometimes crack when no one was supposed to hear. He looks like someone who's been chasing a shadow for too long and just realized it was always out of reach.

“I thought maybe if I stayed long enough, it’d feel different,” he murmurs, gaze shifting back to the net. “But it still hurts.”

“Of course it hurts,” you reply, arms crossing over your chest. “You gave everything to this place. You bled for it. You obsessed over every drill, every stat sheet, every match. Losing was never going to be painless.”

He chuckles, and it’s low and bitter. “We didn’t even make it to nationals. What was the point of all of it?”

You frown, nudging him lightly with your elbow. “Tooru, you seriously need to get your head out of your ass.”

That earns you a sidelong glance, the barest glimmer of amusement.

You soften. “You weren’t just chasing wins. You built something here. A team that trusted you. A legacy. People are going to remember you—not because of a scoreboard, but because you made them better. You made them believe. You pushed them to be more.”

He doesn’t respond right away, but his jaw tics. He always does that when he’s trying not to feel something. The weight of three years rests on his shoulders like armor that no longer serves him.

“And what about you?” he asks suddenly, turning to face you more fully. “You stuck by me through everything. Even when I didn’t deserve it.”

You scoff, leaning back on your heels. “Don’t get all sentimental on me now, Tooru.”

“I’m serious.”

“So am I. You think I followed you around like a lost puppy for three years because I enjoyed your tantrums and diva moments?”

A small smile tugs at the corner of his lips. “Maybe a little?”

“God, you’re insufferable.” You shake your head, but your voice loses its edge. “I stayed because you were worth it. Because you’re more than volleyball. You always have been. Even when you were too busy being dramatic to see it.”

The silence that falls between you is thick with years of shared glances, missed chances, and words left unspoken. The light shifts across the floor, turning everything gold like the last flicker of a day that tried its best.

You don’t mean to say it. Not like this. Not when he’s already unraveling.

You glance at him again, then down at your hands. Your voice comes out low, more to yourself than to him. “God, I can’t avoid this, can I?”

But it’s been sitting in your chest for too long, and something about the way the light hits his face—the rawness there, the quiet ache—makes it impossible to keep in.

“I love you.”

His head snaps toward you, eyes wide. “...What?”

You inhale slowly, like that’ll steady the thundering in your chest. “I said I love you. I’ve been in love with you since the moment we met. Since you made that dumb joke during orientation and somehow managed to trip over your own feet.”

Your voice wavers slightly, but you push through. “I thought it was just a crush. Something stupid. But it never went away. Through every win, every loss, every time you walked into a room and lit it up like you didn’t even know—through all of it, I kept falling. I knew every version of you—the charming captain, the insecure overthinker, the friend who stayed behind after practice to help pick up stray balls—and I still fell.”

You swallow hard, heart aching in your chest. “And I wasn’t going to tell you. I didn’t think I had the right to. I thought I’d be a distraction, or worse—just another person you’d feel responsible for. But standing here with you, watching you look at that net like it still owes you something... I couldn’t walk away without telling you. Because it’s not just about volleyball. Not for me. Not when it comes to you.”

You take a step back, the burn of embarrassment creeping up your neck, your voice quieter now. “You don’t have to say anything. I just needed to get it out of my system.”

You turn, ready to bolt before you make a bigger fool of yourself—but before your foot even hits the line, his hand wraps around your wrist.

You freeze.

His grip isn’t desperate, but it’s firm—anchoring. When you look back, he’s already there—closer than you thought, close enough that you can see the flicker of emotion dancing in his eyes. His breath is uneven. So is yours.

His gaze lingers on your face, moving from your eyes to your mouth, then back again, as if trying to piece together something he should’ve realized long ago. You see it hit him all at once—the memories, the missed moments, the way you’ve always been right there. His shoulders loosen like something inside him’s finally cracking open.

His hand moves slowly to your face, tentative but gentle, and his thumb brushes against your cheek like it’s something fragile he’s afraid to break. His fingers tremble just slightly, and the warmth of his palm grounds you in place.

“How did I never see you?” he breathes, and it’s not a question meant for you. It’s a confession all on its own, shaped by regret and wonder.

Then he kisses you.

Soft at first, hesitant—like he’s asking permission.

Then again—deeper, fuller, with the kind of reverence that comes from finally seeing someone who’s been standing in the light all along. His hand curves behind your neck, the other still holding your wrist like he's afraid you’ll vanish if he lets go.

And for once, Oikawa doesn’t say a single word.

He just pulls you closer, holds you like you’re the only thing keeping him grounded, and lets the silence speak for itself.

In that quiet, there is no loss. No disappointment. No game that slipped through trembling fingers.

There’s just you.

And it’s enough.

oh my .

felix elizabeth.. im-

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wc: 357, pairing: jungwon x gn!reader, genre: fluff, warnings: none

PROMPT: 2 and 8 from list 2: “cupping their cheeks” and “reading with them”

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sunday mornings was the best. the sun slowly creeping its way through the curtains and landing on you two, which were cuddled up together was definitely a sight to see.

jungwon with his natural and messy hair, as he jus woke up and you, with yours too. not a care in the world besides you two together in that moment.

jungwon layed between your legs and played on his console some games, meanwhile you were reading your book: it ends with us.

you gasped loudly as you read the next page. jungwon looked up from where he was lying and made his way next to you to see what you were reading. “what is it?” he asked curiously as he peeked at the page. “he jus- pushed her.” you said as you covered your mouth with your hand.

jungwon looked at you confused as he didnt know what was going on in the book. you sighed and put down the book. you started explaining to him all the events that happened in the story all the way to where you were now. jungwon gasped in shock too. “so he pushed her? jus like that?” jungwon asked flabbergasted. you nodded.

“let’s continue reading” jungwon said fully interested in the book too. you stifled a laugh as he switched off his console and made his way back onto the bed. he sat up behind you, against the headboard and pulled you in-between his legs so that your chest was against his. jungwon then rested his head on your shoulder so that he could read properly.

“you wouldn’t do that to me would you?” you asked teasingly as you turned around to face him. he cupped you cheeks and pouted at how cute you looked. “i wouldn’t no, because if i did then i wouldn’t be able to ever forgive myself” he said as he leaned in to kiss you. you smiled through the kiss and pulled away looking into his eyes.

“better not” you said as you turned back around. “and whys that mhm?” he asked before he started tickling you. you laughed as the tickle saga continued.