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indebted to you - PSH 🎐

; PAIRING - sunghoon x gn!reader

; SYNOPSIS - every house at hogwarts has a student that doesn’t fit in. ravenclaw, known for intelligence and wit, had park sunghoon, who was neither. everyone’s always wondered how he ended up in the house, but when you follow him into the whomping willow one night during your patrols, you might just find out why.

; TAGS - one shot, hogwarts au, fluff, angst, healing each other, ravenclaw!sunghoon, ravenclaw!reader, book smart!r, street smart!sh, oblivious reader ; WARNINGS - reader gets injured and hurt pretty badly, not proofread and literally no planning whatsoever i winged this entire fic, just me and the voices

; WC - 5.1k

; AUTHOR'S CORNER! - this was requested! the req was pretty vague so i had a lot of freedom and it ended up longer than i planned LOL

every house has an odd one out.

a gryffindor that’s too scared and cowardly; a slytherin that gives up easily; a hufflepuff that would sell out anyone in a heartbeat.

in ravenclaw, you had park sunghoon.

he was everything ravenclaw was not. wit? nope, he was pretty slow. intelligence? honestly, he had about as much knowledge as a first year muggleborn (and he’s lived in the wizarding world his whole life). good grades? god, you don’t know how he managed to make it to 5th year when he was barely scraping by with As (acceptables) in his tests. even being best friends with arguably one of the smartest ravenclaws in your year, jake sim, he still fell short of others.

of course, that undoubtedly led to him being cast out, often sneered at and made fun of by others. how could he be a ravenclaw if he was so stupid?

you didn’t agree with them when they’d call him names, and took the mickey out of the poor boy. there‘s a particular memory you have - in which he entered the common room all battered up and bruised, with jake at his side.

you’d been horrified to see him in such a state, and hurried to help him by healing his wounds. jake had thanked you profusely, but sunghoon had fallen fast asleep on the couch.

you scoffed at the other five students in the room that just stared either in shock or amusement. ravenclaws were never really known for their empathy.

that’s why you weren’t surprised when your patrol partner derided him when you two spotted the oddity slipping out of the castle.

“can’t even hide himself,” he scoffed. “is there anything good he can do?”

“i’m sure there is,” you frown at the other prefect. “there’s got to be a reason the sorting hat put him with us.”

“maybe the sorting hat made a mistake.”

“the hat never makes mistakes.”

“park is a sure evidence that it does. maybe the old thing’s getting rusty in its game.”

you rolled your eyes and walked ahead, dismissing the guy and telling him you’d do the rest of the rounds on your own.

peering out a window, you watched sunghoon casually walk down the steps, towards the whomping willow, you realised. you left the castle and followed him down too, to warn him against visiting the violent tree.

when you got closer, you paused when sunghoon backed away as the tree came to life, and its branches started whipping in his direction. he reached into the book bag slung over his shoulder.

you hid behind a tree and watched curiously as he pulled out a little toy mouse and what looked to be a controller. where did he get that? sunghoon switched it on and placed it on the ground, before using his joystick controller to move the mouse around.

the mouse rolled on its wheels, and escaped the branches, rolling under them and to the base of the trunk. you gasp when the willow’s branches stop lashing out and wonder how he did that.

sunghoon turns sharply when he hears you, and looks around, his stare lingering on the spot you had just been standing in. he reluctantly continues into the gaping entrance at the roots of the tree.

you stay in your spot for a moment longer, wondering if it was really smart of you to follow sunghoon into the tree, infamous for its violent tendencies to destroy anything within its range.

but it’s your duty as a prefect to make sure sunghoon is safe, especially having caught him on his escapade during one of your own patrols. if you left him there and he was found dead or injured in the morning, you would be at fault.

gathering your resolve, you decide to push forward.

nearing the tree, it comes back to life and starts to try attacking you. you have to run back and sit for a moment, wondering how to get through the branches. it’s not like you had your own little mouse and joystick - and besides, if you did, you wouldn’t even know what to do with it. you had no idea exactly what sunghoon did with his tools to calm down the tree.

you curse yourself for not finding out a way to calm down whomping willow trees, but can you really blame yourself? that stuff was NEWT level, only taught in sixth year. you were only in fifth.

you decide to suck it up and watch as the tree swishes around and around, waiting for the branches to leave an opening to the entrance.

when the opportunity comes, you quickly spring into action and sprint towards the open space, praying the tree doesn’t sense you in time.

that was a silly hope. of course it detected you, hell - it might have even purposely left the space open just so you’d come nearer. either way, it swung its arms at you and pushed you to the side causing you to fall and roll on your side. pain shot through your side, so much so you were pretty sure you broke a rib or two. you never knew how strong the tree was.

laying on the ground and waiting the pain out would have been preferable, if there wasn’t a tree trying to whack you to death. so despite the throbbing pain, you forced yourself to get roll onto your stomach (god, maybe you broke three ribs) and got onto your knees.

you scrambled on the ground and ducked your head when another branch came flying by, and crawled (or at least, something like it) towards the hole sunghoon entered through.

as you lowered into the entrance, another branch struck at you, slashing through your uniform and into the skin of your back. a shriek ripped through your throat, and you slipped on the loose gravel of the entrance, sliding down into the tree.

“what are you doing here?”

you cracked an eye open painfully and stared up at sunghoon from where you were sitting on the ground, scrapped, injured, and grumpy.

“oh, nothing. just thought i’d get my ass whooped by my lovely friend, the whomping willow. nothing special, just your average sunday night, you know?”

he huffed amusedly and pulled you up by the wrist. you hissed at the pain, which had him faltering.

“are you okay? sorry, that’s a stupid question.”

“i’m perfectly dandy!”

“here, can you move onto the chair?” he asked, pulling a wooden and splintered chair closer to you. you stood up and sat on it, albeit wincing at every movement.

you pulled out your wand and pointed it at yourself, cleaning your body of all the dirt and grime. sunghoon stared at you contemplatively, concerned lacing his features as he tried to figure out what to do.

“not to disturb you from appreciating my face or anything, i know i’m drop dead gorgeous and all. however, i would really appreciate it if i got some help over here.”

sunghoon flushed red and rushed to your side, kneeling as he pointed his own wand at your ribs.

“i don’t think i need to tell you that this is gonna hurt.”

“what are you doing?” you ask curiously.

he ignores you, speaking an unfamiliar incantation.

then followed: the longest, most agonising 15 seconds of your life.

the air was pushed out of your lungs, and your insides screamed as you felt your bones rearranging themselves. you thrashed as you begged for it to stop, for the pain to go away, or to just die right then and there, if only so the torture would stop.

as if the world was listening, it did stop. as abruptly as it started, it ended. hesitantly, you opened your eyes, to see sunghoon still kneeling in front of you, sweat rolling down his face, searching your face for any signs of further discomfort.

“are you okay?”

you blinked, staring into his eyes. there was a light in them - from where, you don’t know. there was barely any light in the room, the only source being the moon from outside the window.

“what… just happened,” you asked, almost forgetting to reply.

“i performed a spell the sped up the regeneration of your bones.”

you blinked again.

“…so, i’m okay?”

“i’m asking you that.”

“right.” you stood up and felt your torso with your hands, twisting your middle to test for any pain. “yeah, i think my ribs are fixed.”

“probably not fully,” he corrected, rubbing his nape awkwardly. “i haven’t mastered the spell just yet, so your bones may feel a bit stiff in the morning. just don’t do that again.”

“okay, wait. i have so many questions right now.”

sunghoon looked like he expected it, inhaling a breath and sitting on the dusty bed. “a question for a question, ‘kay? ask away.”

“where do i even start?” you sighed. you realised you still had scratches, and the slit on your back. you worked quickly to heal them, while sunghoon went over to help you with your back injury, seeing as you were struggling to reach it.

“how about, what’s your skin care routine, sunghoon?” he joked.

“and they say you don’t have a smart mouth,” you scoff, but laugh anyway.

“they also say i have pretty good skin.”

“i get it, your skin is clearer than any blue sky,” you roll your eyes, sighing in relief as sunghoon casts a (much more soothing) healing spell on your back. “okay, what are you doing here?”

“i was enjoying my peace and quiet, at least until you came.”

“you come to the whomping willow often?”

“i guess so,” he shrugs. “sometimes, when i can’t stand going back to the ravenclaw dorms, i go here.”

“oh.”

“your turn. what are you doing here?”

“to ask for your skin care,” you blurt out. sunghoon barks a beautiful laugh. “i saw you when i was on patrol and followed you when i saw you were going to the whomping willow. i wanted to tell you it was dangerous, and stupid.”

“and yet, you’re the one who’s hurt and injured.”

“theres a reason students are forbidden from coming here,” you say.

“yeah, so why didn’t you just call a teacher? you didn’t have to follow me all the way here, and you knew how dangerous it was.”

you stared at your lap. you didn’t think of just calling a professor, but now that seemed like the more logical thing to do.

“you must have been doing this a long time then, if you knew how to get past the tree safely.”

“about a year and a half,” he confirms. “do you remember that day i came back all messed up?”

“you remember that?” you ask, looking at him with wide eyes.

“how could i not? everyone looked at me like i deserved it, but you were the only person who did anything,” he furrowed his eyebrows.

“i thought you were beat up by other kids.”

“nope. that was the first time i tried to get into the whomping willow. i just hated the idea of going back to the common room, but i didn’t have a way of getting past the tree’s angry arms just yet. jake found me beat up and bleeding on the ground, and brought me back up to the castle.”

“he didn’t bring you to the infirmary? otherwise you would have been perfectly fine when you came back.”

“i asked him not to. even the nurse hates me,” he confessed quietly. your heart ached, and you hated everyone else at that very moment.

how could people hate sunghoon so much for suffering in school? he, who was healing you right now in the dark room of the whomping willow tree. how did he even know that spell earlier?

“can i ask how you knew that spell earlier? i didn’t recognise it.”

sunghoon chuckled. “okay, but that’s two questions. you owe me two answers.” you’d forgotten you were playing some sort of game.

“fine.”

“sometimes, i like to read up on books from other nations. i used to do it only because i’d been searching for a spell to freeze a large body of water for ice skating - i like to do that too - but it turned into a genuine interest.”

“reading up on foreign spells? huh,” you thought out loud. “that’s actually really cool. i’d never thought of it. where was the one you put on my bones earlier from?”

“south asia. i practiced almost all of the spells i came across, but it’s not like i had anything to test them on. i wasn’t going to break some poor animal’s ribs just to see if i could fix it.”

“ah, so i was your lab rat, huh?”

“i guess,” he shrugged. “maybe if i had more practice, i’d have actually been able to fix them entirely.”

“don’t worry about it,” you reassure him. “honestly, the fact you could even perform the spell so well without much practice is amazing. thank you, by the way. i’d probably be at the infirmary instead by now, slowly healing with a stupid magic hot pack the nurse always gives.”

sunghoon laughed at that. “the nurses always give those out. pretty useless, huh?”

“if you ask me, i think they’re just lazy at their job.”

you turn to look at the boy appreciatively, but instead you’re captured in a trance.

the way the moon illuminated his features made him look ethereal; you were jealous. how could someone make a person this beautiful, only to put them through torment from others? it didn’t make sense. it wasn’t fair.

sunghoon squeezed your hand, and only then did you realise he’d been holding it. was he holding your hand the whole time?

“let’s go back to the castle. i don’t think you’d want to spend the rest of the night in the whomping willow.”

“you’re right. but what about you? are you sure you want to go back?”

“i’m feeling better about going up, now that i’ve talked to you.”

“glad i served two purposes by being hurt tonight,” you jokingly saluted. you two shared a laugh before starting back up the path to the castle, being careful not to get caught being out after-hours.

when you two reached the top of the spiral staircase to your house's common room, you approached the eagle knocker on the door.

"when is ninety-nine more than a hundred?" the knocker asked.

you paused for a moment to think, looking to sunghoon for help. he only shrugged at you.

"on a microwave," you realised. "press ninety-nine, and it'll go for a minute and thirty-nine seconds. press one hundred, and the microwave will only work for a minute."

the door swung open after a moment, allowing you and sunghoon to enter.

"i can never answer those riddles."

you looked at him confusedly. "really?"

"really. i've given up trying to answer them since first year," he chuckled quietly to himself.

"but you have to answer them to get into the common room and dorms. how do you usually get back in, then?"

he smiled at you, flashing his fanged tooth. "that's your third question. i usually always come back with jake or sometimes jungwon, and they'll answer it for me. if i'm not with them, well, i'll just wait until they come."

"on the times they don't?"

"then i go to the whomping willow," he looks ahead. "tonight was one of those times, actually. it was the main reason i went out. jake's sick and he's been in bed all day. jungwon is out probably picking a fight with some other smarty-pants."

"oh. that sucks," is your intelligent reply.

"i always said that a password like the gryffindors would have been easier than riddles," he huffs.

ever since that night at the whomping willow, you and sunghoon were considerably. more acquainted and friendly with each other.

smiles shared across crowded hallways and sitting with the other in the ravenclaw common room became normal. sometimes, when you waited for your friends in the great hall for breakfast, sunghoon would strike up a conversation with you, and you'd happily converse with him (and jake).

neither of you had told your friends about the incident. or at least, you didn't. if sunghoon told jake, or any of his other friends (who the school called 'enhypen'), they didn't show any signs of knowing what went down between you two.

that didn't stop your own friends from raising an eyebrow when you said a quick hi to the taller boy, though. the same could be said for sunghoon's friends. there were countless times jake had (very obviously) pushed you two together with a grin on his face and a glint in his eyes. you and sunghoon just rolled your eyes and shared a secret smile - one that had your heart beating a little faster, unable to hold his gaze for a second longer.

that was weird, you thought one day. sunghoon had discreetly levitated some small chocolates to you in class, before you started feeling warmer and found it harder to focus on the lesson. maybe you were getting a fever.

on another note, your newfound friendship with ravenclaw's outcast meant that you often asked about what book he was reading and from where. sometimes you two would even study it together in the library.

"hey, i wanna practice a new spell i found," he greets you as he enters the common room (with jungwon).

"good day to you too," you reply. "do you need to break my ribs and test this 'new spell' on me?"

"if you're offering," he grins.

"i don't know what you're doing, y/n," jungwon starts. "but somehow, this guy's gotten better at comebacks."

"i guess your sarcasm is rubbing off on me."

"i do have that effect on people," you shrug nonchalantly, but let a smile pull at your lips.

the new spell definitely did not need any broken ribs. if anything, it would protect you from them next time.

sunghoon had cast a shield charm on you - one like an invisible bubble around your figure. nothing could get within a two meter range of you, the bubble following you around wherever you walked.

"this is pretty cool," you wow in amazement. you walk closer to the boy, only for him to be forcefully pushed back before you can even touch him. "no wonder charms is the only subject you're acing."

"well, that's why i have you and jake tutoring me on everything else."

"i should ask you where you even get the books for these spells. the international selection in the library isn't exactly that big."

"jake's parents work around the globe, and send me them."

"jake's really got your back, huh?"

"yup. that's four questions, by the way."

"oh, c'mon!" you roll your eyes and groan. sunghoon throws his head back in laughter. "just ask me your damn questions."

"hmm," he said thoughtfully. "why are you nice to me?"

you looked at him meaningfully. "i'm not nice to you, sunghoon. i just have enough human decency to treat you with the respect you have the right to."

he stared at you for a moment with an unreadable expression.

after a moment, he cast off the shield spell, and walked closer to you. he hesitantly wrapped his arms around you, making sure you were okay with it. you hugged him first, and felt him envelope you in an embrace after.

his warmth seeped into your clothes, which you welcomed wholly considering the cold february air. you could feel his heart beating fast - or is it yours?

with your chin sitting on his shoulder, you could see the great lake which had frozen from the winter temperature behind him, and remembered something he told you.

"you were looking for a spell to freeze large bodies of water."

"that's not a question," he mumbles against your shoulder.

"no, it's not."

"like i said, i wanted to go ice skating. it's fun, and i feel free when i do it. but you can't really go skating much at school when there's no ice rink."

"so you wanted to freeze the great lake? isn't there already some spell for that?"

"well, yeah. but that spell freezes it for a pretty long time, and i don't think the merpeople would appreciate their home being frozen for half the year."

"or that the school would allow it," you remind him.

"yeah, that too," he chuckled, his laugh reverberating through you. he finally let go and turned to the lake. "i wanted to find a temporary freezing spell - a few hours at most."

you hummed and stared into the cloudy sunset with him. you missed the warmth of his body, oddly enough.

"could i borrow the book you got this spell from?" you asked him. "that's not a question, by the way."

he smiled. "no, it's not."

maybe you really should go see the nurse. you don't think whatever magical hot pack she'll give you would help with your fever, though.

lately, you noticed that your pulse seemed to increase every so often. when that happened, you felt a bit more nervous - picking at your skin, bouncing your leg, etc. you were struggling to focus in some of your classes too, and you really needed to pick up your weight for your upcoming OWLs.

"stop biting your lip," sunghoon tells you one time.

"i'm not biting my lip. i don't do that," you look at him confusedly.

"you were just doing it. you've been doing it often," he tells you.

"you noticed?" you asked, surprised. his demeanour turned bashful.

"i guess so. here, i got you lip balm."

sunghoon reached into his bag and pulled out a small chapstick.

"for me?" he surprised you again. sunghoon nods. "your lips have gotten uneven and red from all that biting. this should help."

"...thanks," you say, taking the item from his hand.

you don't miss the way his breath hitches when your skin brushes against his. or the way you, both go quiet, unable to make conversation for once.

"so!" you clear your throat, looking in another direction. looking at sunghoon definitely wasn't going to help with your fever right now, or whatever it is you had.

"you still have three questions for me."

"i do," he huffs with a lilt in his tone. "white or dark chocolate?"

you consider him. you didn't understand this little game he was playing - wasn't it supposed to be meaningful questions? one that let you learn more about the other? sunghoon was always unpredictable - you could never guess what he was going to do next. he wasn't just a book you could read and learn from.

a laugh escapes you. "milk chocolate."

something you could read up on however, was the symptoms you were feeling. unfortunately, none of the medicinal books you read had answers that suited you.

you found yourself spending late nights at the ravenclaw library, scouring the shelves for an answer. did you have a new disease, or something?

"y/n?" you jumped when you heard jake's voice call out from below.

climbing down the ladder, you glare at him. "you scared me. what are you doing here? it's like two in the morning."

"it's almost three, actually." you wanted to laugh as he pushed up his glasses. "and anyway, i was going to ask you that question first."

you set down the books in your arms and start flipping through them.

"i was looking for something - a disease, maybe."

"oh? why's that?"

"i've not been feeling well, lately."

"i know a fair lot about medicine and sicknesses," he tells you. "shoot."

"well, i guess my temperature's been fluctuating. sometimes, it would get hotter, at random points in the day. i start to feel ditzy, like my mind goes haywire. i feel anxious when it happens, and it's a little harder to concentrate in class."

"uh huh..." he says thoughtfully. "do you ever feel that in history of magic?"

you look at him with wide eyes, nodding eagerly. "i always feel it during that class!"

"okay, i wanna ask you a question," he faces you. you scrunch your nose.

"you're just like sunghoon. always talking about that stupid question game."

jake just smirked at you. "nevermind, i already got my answer."

"what?"

"i think... the disease you're looking for, is feelings."

"feelings?"

"feelings for sunghoon. i think you like him a lot. you feel all that during history - a class you share with him," he thinks out loud. "i was going to ask if you think about sunghoon often, but you literally mentioned him just now, before i even brought him up."

jake made his way over to you and tapped two fingers to your chest, right above your heart.

"i'm not an expert, but i think this is an easily diagnosable case of love."

you gaped at him, slowly taking your seat.

"i like sunghoon?"

"how long have you been feeling this?"

"maybe a few months, now."

"wow," jake whistled. "i think you should tell him"

"i think that's stupid."

"well, not every ravenclaw can be smart," he shrugged. you glared at him.

"what are you doing here anyway? i don't suppose you're also looking for a diagnosis of love. if anything, i'd diagnose you with nosy."

jake laughed at that. "nah, i was actually looking for you. it's getting kinda boring seeing you and sunghoon pine over each other. thought i'd finally do something about it."

you threw a book at him, which he dodged. unfortunately, he didn't anticipate the second.

"ow!"

"like i said - nosy."

"i do have a pretty good nose - one you'll break if you throw another book at me."

"ugh, you and your friend are so full of yourselves," you scoff. you begin to walk out the library, refusing to see the grin on jake's face.

the sound of his laughter was cut off by the slam of the library doors behind you.

"bring your skates," you shout excitedly to sunghoon as soon as you run into the common room.

he looks at you in bewilderment from the couch, where he'd been playing wizarding chess with jungwon and jake.

"it's the middle of march, the ice has melted. where the hell am i going to skate?"

"just bring it," you smile.

you drag sunghoon down to the great lake by his wrist, both of you guys holding onto ice skates. the sun shines, sparkling in the water of the great lake.

you stop by the lake and fix your skates on. sunghoon follows suit.

"i still don't get what's happening."

"i found a way we can skate even when there's no more ice."

"really?" he gasps, a mix of surprise and excitement on his face. "you found a spell? from where?"

"actually... i didn't find one," you admit meekly. "i made one."

"you made a spell?" he asks, astonished. "how? when? why?"

"you only have two questions," you tease him. it felt good to get him back.

"remember when i asked for the book that had that shield spell?"

"yes."

"i had an idea - what if we could make the water freeze around us? like the way the shield has a range around you where no one can hurt you. i put that concept onto freezing water, and made a spell where the water freezes into ice only around you. that way, you can skate, without freezing the whole lake!"

"that's- that's amazing..." he gawked at you. "have you tried it yet?"

"yep! i wanted to make sure it worked before i got your hopes up."

the both of you stand up and stumble towards the water. you point your wand at the blades on both your shoes, and said the incantation for the spell.

sunghoon tentatively stepped onto the water, wowing when the water around him froze. you watched as he slowly begun to skate on the lake, following him.

"you're crazy," he exclaims with joyful laughter. "you're literally insane. i don't know how you did that. but you're amazing."

you blushed at his praise, his words affecting you way more than anyone else's would have.

being distracted and flustered, you lost your footing on the water (or ice?) and slipped. thankfully, sunghoon dashed towards you and caught you before you planted into the ground.

"careful," he told you. "although i would like to practice that regenerating rib spell, i don't want you breaking any bones again."

you smile shyly, clinging onto his shoulder as he wraps his arm around your back, making sure you didn't fall.

"thank you," you say. "you're always looking after me."

"you did the same for me."

"just once, though. this must be the fifth time you've helped me."

"well, you're kind of clumsy."

"only when i'm with you, it seems."

sunghoon paused, and turned around to look at you, finally letting go of you. you gazed back at him.

"what do you mean?"

"that's two extra questions," you smile at him. "you owe me two answers."

you took in a breath and looked away. you weren't sure if you wanted to see his reaction.

"i think i like you, park sunghoon. meeting you and becoming your friend was a total accident, but a good one. i'm happy it happened, and i wouldn't have changed anything. otherwise, i wouldn't have ever experienced this carefree feeling when i'm around you. i wouldn't have felt what it's like to have my heart speed up, or to look forward to seeing a person every day. and i wouldn't have that person be anyone other than you." serendipity.

you turned to look at him, whose eyes were blown wide, mouth agape. his eyes put his feelings on full display. you could see the disbelief, relief, and affection in them. it gave you courage to say your next words.

"so, you owe me two answers."

he closed his mouth and nodded, gulping down in anticipation. you skate closer, inches disappearing between you two.

"sunghoon, would you let me be yours?"

"yes. yes, yes, yes," he nods, grabbing your wrists and pulling you closer. "if only you'll let me be yours."

you giggle, and lean into him. your faces are now centimetres apart.

"and lastly, can i kiss you?"

he chuckles back. "you really don't have to ask that question."

"just wanted to make sure," you smile, before he crashes his lips onto yours.

; AUTHOR'S CORNER! it's 1am, and this fic is a product of running my imagination with barely any guidelines whatsoever LOL so idk how coherent it is 😁 btw i am closing reqs for now! so i can focus on other works :)

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wonifullove · 26 days

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kiss me til you’re breathless; park sunghoon

synopsis: face full of kisses pairing: bf park sunghoon x gf! reader warnings: skinship, kisses sav notes: happy first of the month <3

park sunghoon loved kisses.

sunghoon floods your face with kisses every chance he can get. his favorite times to kiss you was when you were asleep. he adored your sleepy figure, sleeping peacefully beside him. he takes his finger, brushing your hair from your face. sunghoon placed his lips onto your cheek leaving a small delicate kiss.

you smiled in your sleep, feeling his soft lip brush onto your cheek. “hoon..” you said softly under your breath, still feeling nonetheless sleepy. sunghoon didn’t respond, yet continued to kiss every spot on your face as possible.

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timextoxhajima · 1 year

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KISS & MAKE UP: PARK SUNGHOON

≛ an anthology series of break-up stories that end up in a one-night stand [only hyungline] -> HEESEUNG | JAY | SUNGHOON | JAKE

≛ genre: pretty explicit smut, angst

≛ warnings: alcohol, cursing,

≛ word count: 2.9k

≛ synopsis: it’s been a couple of months since you broke up with your high school sweetheart. the reason? he wanted a family and you wanted freedom. but come the day you meet him again and park sunghoon apparently hasn’t moved on.

≛ taglist: @from-xero @haechanhues @abdiitcryy @kyleeanne @dontcallme20 @vantxx95

what a petty man, you think to yourself. you should’ve known you’d run into sunghoon - this was his territory. but bringing his personal feelings onto work grounds?

unprofessional.

“the labels?”

you frown at him. “what labels? i wasn’t told to label anything.”

a sharp glare. “the food? the condiments? the drinks?”

“you’re only telling me now, ten minutes prior to it starting?” you scoff and turn towards the storage. “i don’t even know if i have labels.”

sunghoon initially doesn’t follow, but you can hear his loud louboutins clacking against the floor as he hurries after you. “i find it hard to believe as an experienced event organiser, you had the brains to forget this. or rather, the lack thereof.”

ignoring him, you scour through your storage boxes.

“great, now it’s gonna start without labels.”

“you have a strange obsession with labels,” the items in the box clunk against the sides as you shove them around like sand in a pit. “besides, if you’re running this event for the privileged, i’m almost positive they’d be clever enough to figure out... oh, i don’t know. a plate of chicken wings?”

“but how will they know if it’s spicy or not?”

halting in your movements, you turn, still squatting, and glare upwards at him. he has his arms crossed over his chest, the curve of his tie winding outwards between the two sides of his blazer. there’s a little pinch of hair that’s sticking out from the rest of his head, and you’re just itching to cut it off. maybe stick it up his nose or something.

“you did not just tell me to label hot wings.”

“i just did,” he clears his throat and finally relaxes his hand to point accusingly at you. “don’t mess tonight up. i don’t care what you do, don’t mess it up like you messed up everything else.”

the packet of labels in your hand falls back into the box when you stand, squinting at him in disbelief.

“’everything else’? excuse you, it’s absolutely not my fault that we wanted different things. did you think you would still be happy if we stayed together despite knowing we wanted different things?”

“i’d like to think we could’ve gotten through it together,” the vulnerability is nothing but a smear in his voice. this is what he likes to do - make you believe him for a moment, just long enough to win you over, before he goes back to his own beliefs. at first, you fell for it like a dog obsessed with his favourite chew toy, but at time went by, all you saw it as was manipulative.

“don’t play that card again.”

“what card?” sunghoon frowns his dark brows together.

“the ‘together’ card. i’m so sick of you talking about being together and getting through things together when it’s just you giving me the fucking problems and i pull you through them-”

“but isn’t being together the fucking definition of a relationship? you called it quits just because we were on different roads-”

“i called it quits because we were on different roads. you wanted a home and a family and have a dainty wife at home cooking all your stupid meals because you don’t bother how to learn to pick up a knife- but does it look like i wanna do that?”

“what’s so bad about having a home and a family, huh? is it my fault that i wanted to spend the rest of my life with you and i was just obsessed with the thought of having you to myself forever?”

“oh, my god. even now... you don’t care about how i feel and what i want. you only think about how prestigious and how privileged i should be that you’re in love with me and that’s all that matters to you. the value of you to other people, and never the other way round.”

sunghoon doesn’t scare you. at some point, you loved him. he may have been spiteful and manipulative with his words but he always had good intentions, though it may have been for his own benefit. you would never know.

it was difficult to come to terms with how bitter the relationship had gotten. nearing the end of it, you were hoping he’d be able to find the strength in him to agree to an amicable break-up. but sunghoon is a raging eternal fire stuck in ice buried deep underground, and so initiating the break-up was as good as shoving a bomb down under.

‘amicable’ was an antonym.

“what do you want me to say?” he looks down at you, brown eyes staring into your soul. he doesn’t cry easily, but here he is, tearing up.

are those crocodile tears?

“i wanted a fairytale and you wanted a reality. i don’t know how to tell you that i don’t think either of those was wrong. i just thought we could come to a compromise.”

“compromise? what compromise would it be had i done what you wanted? then i’ll be living your dream, not mine.”

“and what exactly is your dream? you’ve been working so hard and yet you’re still here! you may think it’s noble of yourself that you’re putting this amount of effort and that it’ll reap some kind of harvest at the end but i was watching you work your life and time away. all i wanted to do was let you rest and relax at home at your own comfort. was that so wrong?”

“where is park sunghoon?”

the voice from outside is a relieving break from the confrontation. it worked for you, because you had no rebuttal.

sunghoon sighs and looks down at his feet, then he looks up to the ceiling and sucks in a deep breath, finally using his fingers to push the pinch of hair on his forehead back into the rest of his dark brown locks. he rubs his eyes, getting rid of his tears.

he clears his throat and pats down his blazer before squatting to reach behind you for the labels. he turns without a word, leaving you to look at the surrounding floor.

but he stops at the door for a moment, then turns.

“you think i’m not good for you because i stop you from living your life the way you want to. but it frustrates me to see you run around in circles with yourself. all i wanted to do was come home to you, stress-free and happy. but if you’d rather spend your time chasing after your own tail, then be my guest.”

he swallows, his adam’s apple shifting up and down. the door clicks open and he leaves the storage.

“oh, there you are! god, we were looking all over for you and the event organiser. do you happen to have any kind of labelling or signages for the food? i have guests that can’t have hot wings.”

“was just looking for them.”

the footsteps fade away. the conversation gets further. the storage light flickers off due to the lack of movement.

the evening runs in slow motion. sunghoon had all the food and drinks labelled just as the doors to the event opened, and somehow used it as a conversation starter for everybody greeting him at the table. something about how he tried to snag one or two wings before it started and instantly regretted it because they were spicy.

as someone who didn’t particularly love spicy foods, sunghoon had developed a keen instinct to telling whether something was spicy.

but occasionally, you’d sneak a peek at sunghoon, hard at work and immersed in the conversation he probably initiated. it never failed to wonder you how the introvert in him is able to hold professional conversations.

there are few regrets in the world you would admit to having. one of them was falling out with him.

the happier you were, the more upsetting the break-up was. sunghoon loved sneaking into your room and spending the night, but that made it all the more harder when you spent them alone thereafter. he had a knack for picking you little flowers off the road, wrapping them in napkins and leaving them at your window, but they began rotting away and flying off in the wind like ash from your ended love.

sunghoon isn’t a man of many words - words that make sense at least - but it’s in his ache and heart break that he means every syllable he articulates.

it’s annoying that they make sense.

by the end of the night, you realised that sunghoon had saved you from ruining the event - half the hot wings were left untouched because they were too hot for the public. they were samyang flavoured.

once the event had ended, sunghoon spent most of his time at the doors, seeing his guests off and making sure everyone got into their respective vehicles. you are left with the mess in the storage, that you begin to pack, worried about how you would respond when he comes in to tell you “i told you so”.

“thirty minutes,” he calls out from the outside. you assume he was talking to the person in charge of locking up the space. “thanks.”

mindlessly dumping what was left into the storage boxes, you try to lift it onto the trolley you have parked in the room. you use your thighs, but the edge of the box is heavy and it seeps into your flesh, leaving a mark. then the weight causes it to slide off and just before everything can spill out-

“what the hell-” sunghoon quite literally steps over the boxes and into a space in between - the ends of his pants rolled up thanks to the other boxes in the room - one hand gripping the edge of the box and the other holding the trolley still. “are you-”

his eyes automatically look down where the box had been resting on, and he notices the little rip in your nylon pants where the box had been resting on. with a gentle tut of his teeth, he snatches the box from you and rests it atop the others, a frown on his head.

“you’re a fucking idiot, you know?” he grabs your arm and pulls you out of the mess.

“i was just finishing up-” trying to move back in to take responsibility of your logistics, you take a step forward.

“you. stay. right the fuck. there,” he says, jabbing the air with every word. he rests his arm by his side, frame awkwardly slanted over the mess on the floor. his blazer hangs by his side, the tip of the expensive material kissing the roll of mahjong paper sticking out from one of the boxes. he sighs, and purses his lips, turning around and squatting to repack the boxes.

“i... come on. just leave it. i can do it.”

“stop trying to think you can do everything,” he rebutts, turning to look at you from his squatting position. with a gentle huff, he lifts the box infront of him and dumps it on the trolley. “if you were superman, you would’ve figured it out earlier.”

“okay, well... i get it, alright? you don’t... you don’t have to keep rubbing it in.”

“i’ll rub it in because i can and because you don’t listen,” he finishes with another box and stacks it. sunghoon stands, taking in a deep breath and combs his hair with his fingers.

the strands of your fringe come loose from the rest of your hair, but your eyes travel down to the floor. there’s an issue of pride that you can’t overcome, but your heart drops and you forget about it when sunghoon reaches out to tuck your hair behind your ear.

your fringe falls back into your eyes, so he pushes it up, and keeps his finger there as he looks down at you with a gentle frown on his forehead.

before you can say anything, he leans forward. with the other palm, hot and slightly sweaty from all the lifting he’s been doing, he presses his lips into yours.

by instinct, your eyes close. the scent of his cologne is worn, but still identiable. your hair falls back onto your lids when he releases it to cup your other cheek, and the memories of him flood back into your heart. all the nights of playful bickering about what movie to watch, all the late night strolls in the park and the skating rink dates he would drag you on just because he wanted to let you into his world.

you had forgotten what it was like to feel special, to be the only person that sunghoon had been able and willing to open up his heart to. knowing that he still loved you made you feel like you were still special.

your hands find the collar of his blazer, gently pushing him away. through pursed lips, you look at him with tired eyes. “hoon, i don’t think this is healthy.”

he’s quiet, refusing to remove his hands from your face. he remains his position, even after you reach up in a bid to pull his hands away from your cheeks.

“not everything anybody does in their life is healthy,” he presses his forehead unto yours. “i’d love an unhealthy love with you even if it means we’d fight and cry about it. this... cannot be replaced. not by anybody. you are my unhealthy love, and that is what i want.”

your heart is racing. you can hear the beating in your ears, and if he wasn’t holding you, you might’ve started shaking.

but he leans down and kisses you again, this time begging you to remember everything that you once had with him, convincing you that it wasn’t worth giving up.

it’s so much easier to know that you’d crying in his arms after a fight, than worrying about forgetting him.

sunghoon gently pushes you back until your rear hits a countertop, and he blindly pushes whatever was on it aside. lifting you by your thighs, he places you on the surface and runs his fingers down the length of your arm. your skin tickles under his nails and his cold fingertips, which stop at your hands. he interlocks his hands with yours at the edge of the counter, then he stops and pulls away, slowly tilting his head upwards to kiss your forehead.

his thumb and index finger are on your chin now, gently pushing you back so you were laying down.

“wait, isn’t there a camera here or something-”

“you forget i know the people who own this building,” he raises his brows and moves backwards to kneel. then, his lips are on your ankles, undoing the straps of your heels. hold palms move up your calf and under your knees after your shoes come off, and he stands to undo the buckle on your pants.

he helps you lift your hips, the silk sliding off your skin and to the floor with ease. sunghoon kneels again, kissing the inner side of your knees and thighs and then your hip bones, your fingers finding the crown of his head and making a mess of his waxed hair.

your head tilts back when the final piece of clothing in his way comes off, and the heat from his skin hits where you’ve missed him. guiding your legs to rest on his shoulders, he has you like you had been in a long-distance relationship.

your toes curl, heart thunking in your chest and fingers gripping his hair tighter and tighter.

then he stops, licking and biting his lips to get the rest of it off. you sigh, relieved from the sudden affection he’s providing you. you look down and watch him undo his belt, but he doesn’t bother to remove it, simply unbuttoning himself and pulling the zipper down.

then he gently pulls you towards him, and it’s a moment of truth as you lock eyes with him.

he waits for you to protest.

but you don’t.

so he eases himself to your comfort, and your lips fall apart like your hair on the counter top as you lay back again. there’s a gentle frown in your forehead that he kisses away, his breath heavy in your hair as he gives you a few seconds.

so, like the good ol’ times, he stands upright and starts to move, sounds and movements still tamed. but blame it on the yearning, blame it on the unhealthy need for him and the feelings he provides that cannot be replaced - it doesn’t take long for him to find where it makes your mind turn to static.

“finish for me, princess,” he presses down with his thumb.

and like a well-behaved one, you do. he pulls out once you’re finished, and he releases himself on your thighs.

sunghoon is slightly panting, but he eases his breathing with a deep breath. turning around to your logistic boxes, he pulls out a packet of wet wipes.

“are you sure i don’t have to worry about the cctv in here?” your fingers press into your temples.

sunghoon chuckles, helping you sit up. “the only thing you need to worry about now is how you’re going to tolerate me for the rest of your life.”

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blu-joons · 2 years

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BEST FRIEND ENHYPEN A⇴Z HEADCANON ⇴ Park Sunghoon

A ⇴ ATTENTION

Taking care of you was a big deal for Sunghoon, he was very protective of you especially. Everyone knew it was a side of him that came out whenever you were around, all of the members had come to expect it.

B ⇴ BICKER

You would only ever bicker when you were alone, Sunghoon refused to let other people see the two of you squabbling. He liked to keep things professional most of the time around others, but when no one was there he was happy to say anything when bicker with you and definitely go down to your level.

C ⇴ COMFORT

It sometimes took a while for Sunghoon to realise that you needed comforting, but as soon as he picked up on it, he was there for you. He wasn’t the best at reading emotions, but after so many years of friendship between the two of you, he eventually got the hang of it and knew how to be there for you.

D ⇴ DISAGREEMENTS

At times, Sunghoon can definitely be a little stubborn which leads to the odd disagreement between the two of you. He tends to think that he’s right and you’re wrong, but you definitely know that that’s not always the case. Eventually you can usually wear Sunghoon down if you know that you’re right, but he usually is very reluctant to ever cave, with the argument having to get pretty bad for him to do so.

E ⇴ EARLY YEARS

It didn’t take long before the two of you found yourselves getting along surprisingly well, somehow the conversation seemed to flow effortlessly almost from the off between you both. You were mostly being talked to by Sunghoon as he tried to keep you upright and keep you calm, but once you managed to find your footing a bit more, you found yourself more comfortable speaking to Sunghoon too.

F ⇴ FAMILY

His family were always supporting you just like Sunghoon was, they were always asking him about you and quizzing him on your wellbeing. Whenever Sunghoon went to visit them, once they had finished talking about him there would usually be some questions about you, wanting to hear how you were getting on, and also wanting to make sure that you and Sunghoon were still taking care of one another too.

G ⇴ GETTING TOGETHER

Both of you were wary about doing too much and getting into any harm when you hung out, Sunghoon especially liked to keep you safe. He would usually suggest doing something at the dorm, calling takeout depending on your plans, knowing that no one could interrupt the two of you or get near you.

H ⇴ HABITS

The two of you had a habit of solving your arguments without even talking. Things seemed to just slot back to normal pretty quickly for you, one of you usually wouldn’t be able to last long before you needed to speak to the other person, and from there you’d just go on as if the argument never happened.

I ⇴ INSIDE JOKES

Your inside jokes were usually things that the two of you had observed, mostly about other people too. The two of you watched people quite often when you went out, you couldn’t help but remember some of the things that you had watched knowing that you would always laugh about them too.

J ⇴ JEALOUSY

It would take a lot for someone to make Sunghoon jealous, and usually you’d find out when he was jealous when the two of you were alone again. He would never give off any sign to any of your friends that he was jealous of them, but once he had you by yourself, he wouldn’t be afraid to let you know that one of your friends had made him feel a little uncomfortable, or that he felt a little threatened.

K ⇴ KICKS

Sunghoon got a kick out of seeing you smile; it was that simple for him. He was your biggest fan, as you were for him, and he wanted to make sure that you were happy and doing well. As long as you were smiling than Sunghoon was too, but if you weren’t, then he’d be getting you to tell him what was wrong straight away.

L ⇴ LOVE

He loved how you just got him and gave him a little escapism for a little while. Sunghoon could just forget about work for a little while which was one of his favourite things about spending time with you. You tried to talk about work as little as possible when you were with Sunghoon, giving him the chance to not worry about being an idol for a little while and just being the normal Sunghoon instead.

M ⇴ MEETING

The two of you of course met at the ice rink. Sunghoon had watched you cling to the barriers and stumble around for most of your session, eventually deciding to skate across to you and introduce himself, offering his hand to you too so that you could at least do a lap of the rink without holding on tight.

N ⇴ NONSENSE

It was rare for Sunghoon to completely let go, but you were one of the few that he did so around. He loved that he could just relax around you seeing as so many other people had high expectations of him.

O ⇴ OBSESSION

Sunghoon was obsessed with your personality, at times the two of you didn’t seem like you should fit together as best friends, but somehow you always managed to make it work and understand each other.

P ⇴ PRECIOUS MOMENTS

The moments that mean the most to Sunghoon are the ones when he can just relax. He likes to be organised and attentive most of the time, but you’re the one that reminds him just to relax and not stress about everything going smoothly all of the time, which is something that Sunghoon is very thankful for.

Q ⇴ QUESTIONS

When he wants you to hurry, Sunghoon usually asks you what you’re thinking. He’s quick and decisive, and so when you aren’t, he tries to help you solve whatever dilemma you’re having as quickly as possible.

R ⇴ RANDOM FACTS

Whenever you wrote him a note or sent him a letter, Sunghoon kept a hold of it. Under his bed, where no one could find them, he kept all the motivating and supporting letters that you wrote for him so that whenever he felt like he needed a boost, he could read through them and remind himself that you were there.

S ⇴ SUPPORT

He didn’t like to seem like he needed supporting, but you knew deep down that Sunghoon was always appreciative when you were there for him. He especially loved it when you surprised him, things like showing up unexpectedly to watch Sunghoon when he was at Music Bank were particular favourites of his.

T ⇴ TRIPS

Travelling the world with the group is something that Sunghoon loves at the best of times, but he especially loves whenever he’s able to do it with you there too, supporting them in the wings every night.

U ⇴ ULTIMATE

The one thing that Sunghoon always told himself was to never take you for granted, he never wanted to take advantage.

V ⇴ VISITS

He liked to organise your visits to see him, so they were never too much of a surprise. If he knew that there was a chance that you could stop by at the studio, Sunghoon would let you know so you could head over.

W ⇴ WISDOM

At times he struggled to find the right thing to say to sympathise with you, but Sunghoon tried his best to be helpful for you.

X ⇴ XXXX

Quite often if you felt Sunghoon touching you, it was because he was trying to protect you. He felt responsible for you and liked to guide you and shield you, even if sometimes you didn’t quite need him to.

Y ⇴ YOU

You were his number one, whenever he thought of someone you were the first to come to mind.

Z ⇴ ZZZ

He quite likes having you around at the dorm so that you can get to know the other members as well. It’s important for Sunghoon that you all get along and so he tries to have you there as often as possible.

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sincerelyrki · 8 days

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say it, you’re mine

your brothers best friend has always been there for you, even when you ask him to fake date you to make your ex back off.

pairing : brother’s best friend! sunghoon x fem!reader

warnings : suggestive. making out in public. sunghoon marking the reader (biting, etc).

wc : 1.1k

a/n : first time posting a written work in this account… kinda scary ngl. i’m not tagging my perm taglist on this post because it’s only for smaus. not sure how i feel about this one so please feel free to leave feedback <33 my asks are always open ;) also pt 2?

“Is he still watching?” Without looking away from your lips, Sunghoon nodded in confirmation, his bottom lip pulled between his teeth as he hummed at you.

“I think we need to make it more believable, will you let me kiss you?” Your eyes widened as Sunghoon grabbed your belt loops, unhesitatingly pulling you into his chest.

You looked up towards your brother's friend in shock, the thought of your ex watching fading with the overhead stereo.

Sunghoon felt your breathing hitch as he leaned down, his head tilting as his lips ghosted against your warm cheeks. “I promise, one kiss and he’ll never look at you again.”

Sunghoon wasn’t lying, he’d been waiting years for this moment to arise. A moment where he could press against you, feel your smoother lips melt into his as your cute noises sounded out from between his lips.

He could practically feel himself starting to throb, his need for you growing as the reality of the moment flourished throughout his veins.

His breathing now matched yours, his mouth almost salivating the second you nodded your head. “You promise he won’t bother me again?”

Sunghoon barely managed to swallow his scoff of disbelief, a daunting smile growing on his lips as he shook his head at you.

“Baby, have I ever lied to you?” He once again leaned in, this time towards your lips. He paused for a second, his nose brushed yours, his minty breath filling your senses.

“No one would ever bother you again.” A wolfish grin grew on his face as he saw your confusion grow, your innocence stirring an undiscovered feeling beneath his skin.

“I promised, didn’t I?” He softly cooed, his hand lifting to wrap around your bottom jaw. His thumb traced random circles against your soft skin, his calloused fingertips tracing down until it reached your chin.

In a needy daze, you nodded. Your patience wore thin the longer his lips hovered over yours.

A quiet whine left your lips as his thumb gently pressed against your bottom lip, putting just enough pressure to make it shape under his touch.

With his thumb still firmly pushing against you, he pressed his lips to yours with an open-mouthed kiss. He used his finger to pull your lips further apart, his entire hand moving down to gently wrap around your neck as his tongue wrapped around yours.

Sunghoon tilted his head to the side to get a better angle, his lips never leaving yours. He used his other hand to push against the back of your waist, pushing you further into him.

The second a small noise left your lips, Sunghoon was almost sure that he had popped one against you, his chest heaving as the noise reverberated down his spine.

The vibrations travelling from your lips to his was something he’d never experienced before, but it was just enough to create a dangerous addiction.

“You taste so good” Sunghoon whispered out in between kisses, his voice coming out almost unintelligible due to the state of his lips.

“Fucking want to kill everyone who’s ever kissed you before, you’re only mine.” You pulled back to breathe, heart racing as black dots filled your vision due to lack of oxygen. “Say it, say you’re mine”

Sunghoon pressed one last kiss against the corner of your lips before sucking a spot near your ear, your pulse directly beneath it.

“Say it” He almost growled, his teeth pressing deeper into your skin. You gasped in a pleasurable pain, eyes squeezing closed as your mouth dropped open in breathless pants.

“Only yours, I've only ever been yours.”

Sunghoon gently licked against your indented skin, your words pushing his mind into a deeper, unknown, mindset.

His sucking grew more deprived, and the feeling of not being close enough to you entered his mind in a spiralled web.

Sunghoon had never been as thankful for a club as he was now, the ability to kiss out without getting an odd look thrown his way driving him crazier than he thought was possible.

He looked up from under his lashes, only his eyes visible from over your shoulders. His eyes connected with the very ones of your long-forgotten ex, the other man’s jaw dropped as he glared at the two of you.

Sunghoon held the eye contact, making a show of trailing his hand up the bottom of your shirt, your back arching to accommodate his touch.

His cold hand contrasted your warm back, a quiet gasp leaving your lips as he transferred his cold body temperature to yours.

Sunghoon felt his pride growing the longer he watched your ex's reaction, his cheeks burning red as he cursed the two of you under his breath.

“More, please” Your needy whine brought Sunghoon back, his gaze softening at your begging. Sunghoon pulled off of your skin, small bite marks littering your once spotless neck.

“After you” Sunghoon threw you a teasing smile, his hand wrapped around yours as he slightly bowed in front of you. A quiet giggle of amusement left your lips at his dramatic play, heartwarming at the sight of his genuine smile.

Sunghoon allowed you to pull him through the crowd, his body almost completely pressing against your back as he trailed behind you.

Sunghoon looked over his shoulder, and with an exaggerated smile, he winked at your ex.

He should’ve known Sunghoon would leave with you, known that you’d always end up with him.

The loud shout followed by a glass breaking was enough for your wasted friends to notice your departure, shocked looks getting thrown around as they placed the dots together.

“I’m going to kill Sunghoon.” Your brother stood from his chair, his eyes rapidly moving across the entire room in search of his best friend.

His other friends shared looks, Jake taking the initiative to grab onto your brother's shoulder. “She’s safe with Sunghoon, you know he won’t let anything happen to her.”

And he was right. Sunghoon would never let another person touch you, especially not after he finally made progress with getting with you.

“You’re right, he’s probably helping her brush her teeth or something.” From behind your brother's back, the rest of his friends all shared looks, only nodding with false hums of agreement as your brother looked toward them.

“He’s definitely putting something in her mouth” Jake grunted in pain as an elbow got dug into his side, small snickers leaving his lips as your brother shot alarmed looks at him.

“What does that mean?” At the lack of response your brother grew more anxious, his voice raising a few decimals, “Jake? What does that mean?”

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lololololchips · 4 months

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Park Sunghoon || in which he’s desperate…

synopsis: in which he’s desperate and does everything his dream girl tweets about

genre: smau, one shot smau, non!idol, fluff

warnings: cursing, fem pronouns, sunghoon is a desperate man😓

a/n: this was very much inspired by @suhnshinehaos and the amazing smau she created for minghao :)

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fakeuwus · 17 days

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THE BOY IS MINE | PARK JONGSEONG SMAU ONE-SHOT

PAIRING: celebrity!jay x celebrity!yn (femreader) ft. enha 02z line + ningning

SYNOPSIS: in which yn and jay's relationship reveal breaks the internet

FACECLAIM: mayu kitazawa as yn and jung jinhyeong as jay (only the couple pics for him)

GENRE: smau, crack (i tried)

WARNINGS: cursing, ignore time stamps, yn is a bit crazy hehe

MESSAGE FROM NIC: 10 DAYS UNTIL JAY'S BDAY RAHHHH ‼️ 🦅🔥 ive had this idea for awhile and i needed to post it for my man hehe i hope yall enjoyed (pls tell me im funny) feedback and reblogs are appreciated, ilyyy 🫶🏼

video from slide 12 🔥🔥🔥 (theyre so hot pls)

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flwrkisses · 5 months

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tiktoks enhypen would make with you.

happy 3 years of enha!!! to celebrate here's my first ot7 enha headcannon !! i hope you guys enjoyyyy.

genre: fluff. established relationship.

warning: links to tiktok. i do not know anyone in the videos below. not proof read.

LEE HEESEUNG ‧₊˚❀༉‧

he's not one to outwardly ask to make tiktoks with you, or be really on top of current trends. however, you thought it would be funny to record his reaction to you playing the "water" song associated with the tiktok trend to see if he would look over. it was something most people were doing with their boyfriends and it looked funny. heeseung was well aware of the "water" trend and even did the dance for you one night to make you laugh. however, he did not know people were testing their boyfriends to see if they would look over in attempt to see a girl doing the sensual dance on the screen. so when you take the video you both can't help but laugh uncontrollably. watching him playfully sulk in the corner was also an added plus.

PARK JONGSEONG ‧₊˚❀༉‧

a lot like heeseung, jay is aware of tiktok and maybe some trends however he had never need the lipstick trend you had been dying to do with him. so when you show him the tiktok he can't help but smile a little at the fact that you wanted to do it with him. as you placed the kisses all over his face he giggled and looked in the mirror. it was safe to say that jay had never been covered in lipstick like this before so it made him extremely giggly. even made him want to snap a selfie once you had planted each kiss and made sure the lipstick stain was visible on his tanned skin. you'd have to film the video multiple times because he'd get a little too distracted while looking at you. theres no hiding the love in his eyes for you... fr.

SIM JAEYUN ‧₊˚❀༉‧

he was the one who saw this trend on his fyp and showed you the videos. he thought it was the cutest thing and literally begged you to film it with him. after a couple days on convincing you said yes. so on your way to your dinner date, jake props up his phone on a street lamp and with out rehearsing much filmed the interaction with you. what you didn't expect was for him to lean in and kiss you so passionately and aggressively as he did. in between kisses all you can hear were his happy giggles because he knew he took you off guard in the best way possible. so that one and only take was the one he used to upload, and man he was reaaaaaal proud about it.

PARK SUNGHOON ‧₊˚❀༉‧

you've been dying to post something cute with your boyfriend on social media, however sunghoon is so anti pda and couples content it took him a little bit on convincing. luckily, when you showed him this trend he realized he hardly had to be in the video and the focus was on you, which in his shy nature he really enjoyed. so when you guys went outside to film it, he didn't think about his speed or force. grabbing you to his chest a little too roughly made the both of you burst out into laughter uncontrollably. he obviously apologized for almost snapping you in half in between his sweet smile and chuckles. and when you both looked back at the video, sunghoon begged you to post it because he just thought the end result was way too funny not to put out there.

KIM SEONWOO ‧₊˚❀༉‧

sunoo loves scrolling through tiktok, he's on all the trends and knows all about the "sassy man apocalypse". and is very proud to say he is in fact part of it. he always talks about how you're so lucky to have such a soft, sensitive, and sassy boyfriend to keep it real with you all the time. however, he never thought you would make a tiktok like this and post it. he honestly had no idea why you were filming him while he played on his phone, and of course gave you the hardest side eye on earth. but, later you show hin the video you made and it made him laugh. he knew he had to watch his facial expressions moving forward because his face said it all in that video. yes you have a sassy man but you wouldn't have it any other way!

YANG JUNGWON ‧₊˚❀༉‧

being honest, jungwon has always let you know how much he hates cringy couple tiktok trends and tends to make fun of them. so one day when you're out in the park he sees another couple doing a rather sweet looking trend and it makes him want to immediately make fun of it. so when he gives you the idea of spinning and then running at you at full speed you laugh and agree. while filming you couldn't help but notice his bright dimpled smile coming at you at as he ran towards you. you fought the urge of stopping him in his tracks and kissing his excessively cute face and ran away as instructed. watching the video back, the both of you couldn't help but laugh. it ended up being much cuter than intended but, you guys were always an unintentionally cute couple.

NISHIMURA RIKI ‧₊˚❀༉‧

riki is the definition of your hype man. if you do something he stands and watches happily all the time and usually hypes you up while doing it. so when you pull out your phone and prop it up while on a walk home after dinner, he couldn't help but watch you dance to your little tiktok song. if he's being honest, he's not a tiktok type guy and a little like jungwon finds couple tiktok trends kinda cringy and honestly most tiktok trends cringe in general. he's always in his head about looking cool... but, when you encorage him to dance a little he gets kinda into it making it fun for both of you. looking back at the video he thinks it's funny and actually kinda cute. but he never expected you to post it. it was just a video of the two of you messing around like young people do, deep down however he's actually kinda happy you're showing him off... even if it is on tiktok.

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luvn1n1 · 6 months

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— unwanted attention

pairings: bf!park sunghoon x fem!!reader | genre: fluff | warnings: fluff, jealousy, protective bf | wc: 400+

the party was in full swing, the music pulsating through the air, as you and sunghoon arrived, hand in hand. you both were excited to be there, ready for a night of fun and celebration. however, this evening would soon put your relationship to the test.

as you entered the lively gathering, you saw many familiar faces and began to chat with friends. sunghoon, spotting one of his buddies across the room, decided to catch up with him. he trusted you to have a great time with your friends while he hung out with his.

you continued chatting and laughing, completely immersed in the vibrant atmosphere. however, as the night wore on, a guy you'd never met before approached you, introducing himself with a warm smile. he seemed friendly at first, striking up a conversation.

you engaged politely, enjoying the conversation. however, as the night went on, the guy's demeanor changed. he grew bolder, trying to get closer and initiating light physical contact that you weren't comfortable with. you glanced around, hoping to see sunghoon, but he was still deep in conversation with his friend.

as the guy's advances became even more unwelcome, your patience wore thin. you were trying to find a polite way to excuse yourself when, finally, you couldn't take it any longer. the guy made a particularly forward move, and you tried to step away.

just as the situation seemed to be escalating, sunghoon returned, his eyes immediately locking onto the scene. his protective instincts kicked into high gear as he saw the guy's hand reaching to hold your thighs.

sunghoon's expression grew serious, and he made a beeline towards you, standing between you and the guy. his voice was firm as he addressed the stranger, "hey, that's enough. she's with me. back off." you glance to notice sunghoon's presence, behind you.

the guy, startled by Sunghoon's sudden and assertive appearance, quickly got the message and retreated, muttering under his breath.

you let out a sigh of relief, grateful for sunghoon's intervention. "baby, thank you. I was getting really uncomfortable." you embrace him tightly, his sweet aroma with a hint of alcohol flooded your nose as you pulled him closer.

sunghoon's initial anger faded as he looked at you with concern, checking if you were fine. he wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you close. "i can't stand to see someone making you uncomfortable like that."

you smiled, feeling safe and cherished in Sunghoon's embrace. "I'm lucky to have you, baby." he smiled back warmly as you pull him in for a small soft kiss on his lips.

as the party continued, you and sunghoon spent time close together and had fun. the jealousy and anger had sparked a protective flame, but they were soon replaced by the warmth of your love and understanding. the night had reminded you both that sunghoon would always be there to protect and stand up for you, and your relationship was stronger because of it.

#sunghoon x reader #sunghoon #sunghoon fluff #enhypen #jake #jay #jungwon #sunoo #heeseung #niki #enhypen x reader #enhypen imagines #enhypen one shots #enhypen scenarios #enhypen fluff #fluff #jealousy

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won4ver · 3 months

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✈︎ lipstick stains

they didn’t realize that you “accidentally” left a lipstick stain on them until someone else pointed it out.

pairing : bf!hyungline!enhypen x fem!reader

warnings + genre : fluff. reaction. jays is slightly suggestive. BEGGING (MY ROMAN EMPIRE). reader is shorter in heeseungs. reader is possessive in heeseung and sunghoon’s (kinda).

a/n : 😁 also quick question, what’s your opinion on matching hair? for no reason at all…

# LEE HEESEUNG “HEESEUNG”

The two of you were coming home from a dinner date, both tipsy as you stumbled through the door. One of Heeseung’s hands was clutching your own and the other held your discarded heels. you quiet giggles sounded louder than usual due to the silence in the room, the two of you in your own bubble. Jay and Jake had their hands over their dropped mouth’s in shock. Heeseung finally noticed the two of them sitting in the living room, the tv paused on some random show they came across that evening.

Heeseung gave them a lopsided smile, pulling you closed to him after you almost tripped over the discarded shoes piled at the door. “Whassup?” He slurred as you pulled him over to the kitchen, stating that you needed “agua”. Heeseung allowed you to pull him along, forgetting about the two boys staring at them.

Jake stood up and immediately followed them, “since when does y/n know spanish?” Jay who was following closely behind him just shrugged, an amused smile on his lips.

Heeseung was standing against the corner of the counter, his head resting against the cupboards, hands wrapped around you waist.

“Bro…” He opened his eyes as Jake started talking, “Hm?” he nodded in his direction, eyes hazy as the light from above beat down on them.

“Your neck is crazy” Jay laughed again, the sight before him bringing him the utmost amusement. It was rare to see Heeseung this out of it, even rarer to find him with any sort of mark, by you, left in a visible spot on his body.

But here he was, kiss marks left around the collar of his white polo and up his neck. Red stains matching the very ones on your lips, the outline of your admiration leaving a path of colour.

“HEY! He’s mine don’t look at him” You tried jumping in front of Heeseung, arms shooting out to cover him behind you. Due to Heeseung’s height he was still just as visible to the boys as before, which you noticed right away.

“Hey, get behind me” Heeseung automatically crouched down behind you, face completely out of view from the other two.

Heeseung finally saw himself in the reflection of the fridge, a smug smiling growing in his face as he saw your marks all over his neck. But his smile dropped the second he felt your hand hold his head as you ‘protected him’.

“Baby, careful you’re gonna mess them up”

# JAY PARK “JAY”

All you could feel was Jay’s hot breath against your neck, his hair ticking you as he melted into you. Quiet sounds left his ajar lips as he felt your body touching his.

His body hummed with energy as your kisses brought him to life, every cell in his body awaiting for your gentle touch. His neck grew damp with your wet kisses, your need marks bruising a bright hue of red as you sucked his skin between them.

You could feel your lipgloss spearing on his skin, but you loved it. He was yours to ruin, yours to mark however you liked.

“Baby, please” Jay whispered as you bit him a little harder, his knuckles turning white due to hoe hard they were clenched by his side. “Please what?” you were taunting him but it did nothing more than make him want you more. “Please touch me” He could feel your chuckle against his skin, your lips pulling up into a small smile as you momentarily paused your kisses leaving his skin cold as your breath gently blew onto it with your following words.

“But I am touching you” as you kissed down his chest your hands moved from button to button, kissing each one as they popped open, “or do you want me to touch you somewhere else?” Your hand ghosted his body before you grabbed his upper thigh in your hand, the material crinkling under your hold.

You pulled away to look up into his eyes, your expression filled with mischief. He pulled his bottom lip into his mouth, his eyes staring at your plumped red lips. As soon as he was about to learn in the two of you were interrupted by a knock on the door. “Jay have you seen y/n? Sunghoon just came back with her smoothie”

Your head perked up at the mention of your smoothie, expression making a complete 180. You lightly moved Jay over since his back way leaned against the wall, giving him a small wink before opening the door to see Jake leaning against the wall across from Jays’ room.

Leaving Jake with a small smile you ran over to the living room, your hair bouncing behind you. Jake looked back over into the room across from him, jaw dropping as he took in the state of his friend. “Bro she fucked you up” He made a motion of rubbing lipstick off his lips, “and I thought you were the freaky one”

Jay looked over his shoulder at the mirror across from his bed, eyes widening at the amount of kiss marks left all over the expanse of his body. It was all over his shirt, from the buttons to the brest pocket. Not only was it stained everywhere, but each kiss was so carefully placed. He had a fucking heart of kiss marks panning across his upper body, the colour matching his now stained cheeks.

# JAKE SIM “JAKE”

“What happened, baby?” Jake’s thumb rubbed against the side of your lips, transferring the colour from your cheeks to his thumb. You smiled at him before shrugging, “I don’t know, maybe you kissed me too much” Jake closed his and he shook his head, his hair flopping down over his face.

“No, I can never kiss you too much” he whispered with a sly smile, eyes staring down at his stained thumb. Your ears turned a light shade of pink as you clicked you tongue, eyes jokingly narrowing at him.

“You want me so bad it’s actually embarrassing” You sucked your lips into your mouth as you disappointedly shook your head, a soft hum of disapproval coming from your lips.

“Yeah, I’ve always wanted you” He rubbed his finger against his lips, smudging the already existing transferred lipstick on his lips even more. “It’s always been me and you, my want for you will never change”

You jokingly rolled your eyes as you raised from his lap, his other hand disconnecting from your waist in the process.

You leaned down from above him, nose lightly nudging against his own as you pressed a chaste peck against his swollen ones. “You’re prettiest under me” you could feel Jake tense up as the words left your mouth. “You look so sweet” your hand reached up to rest against the side of his face, his ear between your middle and ring finger tips.

Your other hand reached down into your back pocket, pulling out your phone. “Can I take a picture of you, pretty?”

Without even thinking Jake nodded, his eyes falling shut as he leaned his cheek into you, lips pressing small kisses against your palm.

You stood above him with your phone out in front of you, his stained lips and cheeks stirring within you. The second the flash went off the door opened, Heeseung walking into Jake’s room with his headphones around his neck and eyes focused on his phone.

Neither you nor Jake acknowledged his presence, both too caught up in your post haze bubble. “Hey guys have you seen my headphone charger at all?” at the silence that followed his question Heeseung finally looked up, jaw dropping at the sight before him.

“Jake bro…” He trailed off, eyes running down both of your faces. Jake opened his eyes to look over at Heeseung, eyes blurry as the flashes from your phone continued.

Heeseung cringed, mouth pulling up into a confused smile. “Look I know you’d do anything for yn but I can’t say I ever expected to see you cross dressing for her or whatever. But that’s totally fine! Like i’ll support you no matter what”

You finally looked away from your screen, smiling at the confused boy in your Jakes doorway, “you wear makeup too, he’s not cross dressing”

Jake was now the confused one, his mind trying to collect any recollections about putting makeup on. “I’m not wearing makeup though?”

Heeseung snickered at Jake before pulling up his own phone, “say that to the lipstick all over your face”. A bright flash momentarily blinded both you and Jake, Heeseung’s laugh filling the air.

A second passed before Jake spoke again, “…Lipstick?”

# PARK SUNGHOON “SUNGHOON”

“Baby, come on” Sunghoon wiggled from underneath you, his long hair falling over his eyes as his head tilted forward. You ignored his words and continued your ministrations, lips pressing kisses against his knees as your hands caressed the exposed skin under his unbuttoned shirt.

Sunghoon could hear a quiet buzz coming from the passenger seat, the sound indicating that the boys were once again blowing up his phone.

His eyes snapped over as you pulled away, a sharp hiss coming from his mouth as the cool air blew against his now bare skin. He watched as you leaned over his knees, arm reaching out to grab his phone in your hands.

He continued watching as you raised it to your ears, mouth pulling up into a messy smirk as you looked up from under your top lashes at him, pink blush highlighting your cheekbones.

He couldn’t hear what you were saying, everything in a blur of red and pink. He could feel himself getting restless, his foot shaking as it slowly came in closer to you, trapping your body between his legs.

Your hands rubbed up from his shaking knee, your touching making it halt right away. “Okay Jake, we’ll be right in” Your travelling hand went up his body until it reached his hand, his fingers automatically opening for yours to slip in.

“The boys were getting nervous that we haven’t arrived yet, we need to go in before someone sees you” You used his hold on your hand to pull yourself up, sitting on his lap as you reached back over to the passenger side and grabbing your phone with the hand holding Sunghoon’s phone.

“And only i’m allowed to see you like this” You looked into his eyes, tone completely serious, “Okay just uh give me a minute”. You winked at him as you pulled down the sun visor to fix your smudged lipstick and to make sure your lashes were still on.

Sunghoon took a deep breath before nodding his head at you as your eyes met in the mirror. “Don’t forget Heeseung’s present”

As the two of you walked through the restaurant to your reserved table Sunghoon could feel everyone’s eyes on his, an uneasy feeling arising at their stares.

All the looks made sense as he reached the table, everyone’s eyes dropping from his waist to his knees. “Actual freaks, now I know why they’re late” Sunghoon followed his eyes, a noise coming out of his mouth as he realized.

There were kiss marks trailing from his lower stomach to his knees, kiss marks the exact shape of your lips. He looked at you with wide eyes, a bright blush travelling up his cheeks. You shrugged at his state and grabbed his hand to pull him to the table, your seats right beside Heeseung and Jungwon.

“And I thought it was my birthday, guess Sunghoon was the only one celebrating” You rolled your eyes as you grabbed Sunghoon’s hand from under the table, other hand passing Heeseung your shared gift “you’re just jealous”.

Sunghoon just mumbled a happy birthday to him as he avoided eye contact, ignoring all the looks from the boys around him.

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niki-phoria · 5 months

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ICE SKATING IS SO MUCH EASIER WHEN YOU'RE HOLDING MY HAND

pairing: sunghoon x gn!reader (no pronouns used) genre: fluff word count: 387

notes: happy birthday sunghoon <3

“are you sure about this?” you mumble, anxiously glancing back down at the expanse of ice below. your hands grip onto sunghoon’s as if he’s your lifeline - a life raft in a sea that threatens to drag you down into the depths below.

“you’re doing great already,” he smiles, gracefully gliding around you until his hands are interwoven with yours. “come on. i won’t let you fall, i promise.”

with a final glance down at the slick ground below, you swallow your fear before slowly forcing yourself to take a step forwards. giggles fall from sunghoon’s lips as he watches you, skating backwards with ease as you carefully waddle across the ice in little steps. his grip on your hands has loosened until they just barely brush against your own; close enough to catch you but far enough to let you experience skating on your own.

“sunghoon!” you gasp when you lose your footing; instinctively reaching out to grab onto his hands. you feel like bambi - slipping and sliding around as the ground beneath your feet seems to do its best to knock you off balance.

you squeeze your eyes shut in the midst of the chaos. sunghoon’s arm wraps around your waist as you trip over each other before finally landing on the unforgiving ground below with a thud.

a blossoming pain from where your knees hit the ground drags you back into reality, prompting you to open your eyes. dark eyes and flushed cheeks meet your own when the warmth of sunghoon’s body laying underneath yours finally registers in your brain. “oh my god, i’m so sorry,” you mumble.

“it’s okay.” a quiet chuckle escapes sunghoon’s lips. his arms remain gingerly resting around your waist. the feeling of his arms around you sparks a fire in your chest. electricity spreads throughout your body.

wincing slightly, you press your hands against the freezing ground below before pushing yourself off of the man’s body. sunghoon follows you, gently reaching over to pat your knee. “i promised i would catch you, didn’t i?”

“shut up,” you roll your eyes, reaching over to swat at his shoulder. sunghoon laughs, holding his hands up in mock surrender. “you owe me some hot chocolate after this.”

he hums, leaning over to press a feather-like kiss against your lips. “anything for you.”

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4am-enha · 6 months

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pouring.

description/tags: heavily inspired by a scene from the kdrama “something in the rain” on netflix. reader is basically a coffee addict who meets someone new in the cafe on their break, but there’s a rainstorm outside. heavy on acts of service jay in this, cheesy romantically suggested gestures, rain, umbrellas, proximity, catching feelings, old fashion love.

genre: fluffy, fluff, & more fluff!

pairing: jay x reader (y/n), gender neutral reader.

warnings: none that i am aware of :P

wc≈ 2.3k, one shot format

preview: “The tension between you was so thick, you could almost suffocate. But maybe it was just you getting in your own head. This didn’t have to be a slightly intimate interaction, he could just be being friendly.”

You were on a no-caffeine streak for a while now. Almost a week. Maybe it wasn’t really that impressive, but a week of no coffee for you was never heard of before. You were actually really proud of it and began bragging to people how you hadn’t touched a drop of caffeine, and how you intended not to touch any for at least a month.

But that all came crumbling down today. You were so sluggish, it was actual torture to not drink any coffee this morning. What really did not help were the strangely dark clouds outside and the type of air that just fills you with grogginess for the whole day. Winter was approaching pretty fast this year, so that would explain this type of weather. These days, it felt like it was dark when you left for work, and dark when you returned home.

All your progress, ruined, before it had even really gotten somewhere just for one cup of your favourite pick-me-up drink this morning. Was it really worth it?

Absolutely.

To be completely honest, you did hesitate for a moment about it outside the door of your favourite regular cafe, but as soon as that beautiful smell of coffee beans hit your nose, and the warm embrace of the cozy cafe ambiance with just one-half step inside of the building hugged you- you were completely convinced it was all going to be more than just a little worth it. You actually physically felt yourself hold back an urge to skip inside with excitement.

“Please hold it for me!” A man's voice urged from behind you. Of course, you held it for him. He was quite tall and looked very neat and put together. Well, ignoring the slight panic in his eyes and the messy bundle of things in his arms.

“Thank you! I’m sorry, my bag has just come loose and I'm trying to hold all the stuff in,” he laughed nervously as he walked past you into the cafe.

“No problem,” you laughed lightly back.

You approached the pale, slender cashier who immediately recognized you, “Y/n? It’s been a while. Where have you been?”

“It’s only been a week, Sunghoon, don’t be dramatic,” you joked.

“Well, what can I get you? The usual?”

“Yes please!” You beamed.

He smiled, “Alright! Cash or card?”

You pulled out your card and handed it to the barista, zoning into empty space as you waited for the payment to go through.

“Oh, do you have another card? This one declined.”

“Oh my gosh, what?” You took the card back from him, realising you had brought an expired card with you. You were so tired this morning, you didn’t check what you had picked up before you left for your break. You felt around your pockets for a minute, but deep down you hopelessly knew you had left all other cards and cash in your bag which was sitting pretty under your work desk.

By now, there were a few customers behind you. You didn’t want to make things complicated.

“I’m sorry but I’m going to have to cancel my order-“

“Allow me,” the guy you had held the door for earlier came forward from behind you in the line and tapped his card against the machine.

“Oh my goodness, no! Please cancel that!” You panicked and yelled at Sunghoon, the barista.

“Wait, don't! Please, let me pay for it. It’s nothing, really!” The generous guy joined in with a panicked response.

“But-“

“Okay not trying to be rude here guys, but can you decide. Please?” Sunghoon pleaded. He was not paid well enough for this and other customers were already mumbling and grumbling amongst themselves in line.

You looked at the stranger with an apologetic face, but he only continued to reassure you that it was okay. He really insisted on paying. You nodded at Sunghoon in approval of not cancelling the payment after all.

Sunghoon then continued to take the man's order, leaving you and the stranger standing awkwardly beside each other waiting for the drinks to be made.

“You really didn’t have to do that you know,” you began, breaking the silence.

“I wanted to,” he smiled and paused for a moment, “what’s your name by the way? I don’t believe I have ever seen you around here before.”

“Oh really? That’s a surprise. I’m always out and about, and as for this cafe I’m kind of a regular,” you smiled.

He hummed in understanding, “I could guess by the way the barista seemed to know you.”

You laughed, “Yeah, I suppose it's a little obvious.”

“And your name?”

“Oh sorry, it’s y/n. How about you?”

“You can call me Jay.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Jay.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you too, y/n,” he held out his hand for a handshake, but you misunderstood and gave him a high-five instead. It took him by surprise, but he laughed it off.

“Oh I'm so sorry I thought you were asking for-“

Jay interrupted you by suddenly shifting his hand to complete your high-five, “No need to be embarrassed, I’ll take a high-five too.”

You laughed about it together and then began some more small talk for a few remaining minutes discussing the usually boringly common topics like work, and how long you’ve lived here, except you actually enjoyed it more than you expected to. You were glad that you had made the choice to ruin your caffeine-sober streak today. Meeting new people was refreshing.

But since your job practically required you to talk to new people every day, and this was something you did daily- maybe it was just Jay that was refreshing. He was actually very intriguing, and not just because he was admittedly pretty to look at. You couldn’t really put it into the right words, but something about the way he talked and used so many unique minor expressions really caught your attention. He was so polite too. Attentive. Thoughtful. A nice outcast from the stereotypical modern type of men you were used to seeing everywhere these days.

Either way, this random interchange completely altered your day into something ten times better than it had originally been.

Coincidentally, your drinks were ready and called at the same time. Jay carefully passed you your drink while picking up his own, being cautious to not accidentally burn you with the hot cup. You thanked him once more and both headed out toward the door. Jay held it for you this time, arguing that it was only equal for him to do so since you had held the door for him on the way in.

Your smile quickly faded as you noticed the heavy rain that had begun a little while ago pouring down in front of you. You hadn’t noticed it right away because of the cafe marquee that slightly protected the street and kept the outer entrance dry. You sighed, staring in disbelief that you were going to have to spend the rest of work today in soaked clothes.

“Something wrong?” Jay questioned upon seeing your face flush with worry.

He made you jump a little because you had sort of expected him to be gone by now. You thought he had left immediately when you had exchanged some final thank yous and goodbyes at the door on the way out. When actually, he had stuck around for a minute to see you off.

“Oh no, it’s just that I have to walk in this horrible weather,” you replied defeatedly.

Jay thought for a moment, “wait here.”

You widen your eyes in confusion and surprise as you watch Jay run straight into the rain, completely soaking himself and his coffee within seconds only to disappear around the corner for a few minutes.

You kept checking your phone for the time, wondering if he was even going to come back or if you should just leave. You didn’t even know what he was doing or why he had asked you to wait here.

Meanwhile, Jay was rushing around the local mini-store for umbrellas. Finally, when he found them he picked up the closest two. One for you, and one for him. But then, he looked at the pair of them and put one back with a cheesy smile that showed that he had some sort of motive behind the peculiar decision.

Eventually, Jay returned, walking toward you in the rain, holding a single closed umbrella with floppy drenched hair, clothes tightly stuck to him, and a bright smile. It made your cheeks feel warm as you smiled shyly back.

You couldn’t help but laugh a little, “you’re ridiculous and insane. You went into the rain to fetch an umbrella?”

“It would appear I did,” he laughed lightly too, handing you the umbrella.

“Why did you only get one? You should take this,” you tried to hand it back to him but he refused and pushed it away with a frown and disapproving shake of his head.

You tried again, “Please, you’ve already done a lot for me this morning. It’s not that bad, I can dry off at work.”

“Let’s share it then,” he suggested, taking the umbrella and holding it up for the both of you, “you said earlier that your workplace was the same way as mine anyway.”

“Oh, well alright then,” you felt yourself blush involuntarily as you began walking very closely, side by side together.

At first, it was awkward and a little uncomfortable, but that feeling didn’t stick around for long. Jay made conversation here and there, making it easy to follow along and it made you feel more confident about being almost attached by the hip to someone you met under an hour ago. Sometimes it would fall silent, but it was a comfortable silence. You would both drift off into your own thoughts for a minute or two.

You had no idea what Jay was thinking about, but you wondered if maybe he was thinking similar things to you. Maybe the situation just wasn’t awkward at all to him, and you were just overthinking it. You couldn't help but be curious about what he thought of you. Hopefully, you made a good impression, and hopefully, he was as comfortable as you were right now.

It was just now that you were noticing how good he smelled for the first time. He smelt as clean and fresh as he looked. His cologne was potent through his wet shirt.

He smelled expensive.

You also noted how tall he was beside you. After some sneaky glances here and there, you saw how sharp his jawline really was. It was as unreal as it had looked from a distance.

When you went to glance over at him again, he caught you. Instantaneously, your eyes snapped forward to avoid it, but he was already softly chuckling upon catching you staring.

“If you have questions, you can ask them, you know,” he laughed.

You laughed in embarrassment, nodding.

Jay began to elaborate, “It's just because you were looking-“

“I thought I saw a bug,” you lied with rosy cheeks.

“You’re a bad liar.”

“No really, I’m telling the truth!”

“Okay, I’ll believe you,” he smiled, seeing right through your attempt to cover up your obvious stares.

The tension between you was so thick, you could almost suffocate. But maybe it was just you getting in your own head. This didn’t have to be a slightly intimate interaction, he could just be being friendly.

As if you were an open book and Jay was reading your mind, he looked over to you.

“You keep drifting out from under the umbrella. Isn’t your shoulder getting wet?”

“A little but it's fine,” you shrugged.

“Come closer, I won't hurt you” he went to put his arm around you to pull you in but he hesitated, “may I?”

You could swear that your face was painted red with blush now, but you nodded anyway and let it happen. He was ever so gentle, making sure he wasn’t pushing it too far. Keeping his arm around you but loosely just in case you might change your mind.

You continued to walk like that together with uncontrollable smiles plastered on each of your faces until you reached the outside of your work building. It was such a peaceful moment that you would surely hold onto it for a very long time after the fact. It had been a while since you felt this rush of emotion that you were so sure had left you years ago.

The rain had cleared up now, spitting slightly still, but nothing compared to what it had been. Jay walked you up to where it was sheltered so that you wouldn’t have to get a single drop of rain on you. You felt bad that he was still very much soaked, while you looked as if you hadn’t been outside at all today.

“Thank you, again, Jay,” you stood in front of him.

“No, thank you, y/n.”

You fiddled with your hands a little, looking down, “perhaps, could I take your number so that I can pay you back later?”

Jay chuckled, “You can have my number, but you’re not paying me back.”

You rolled your eyes playfully, handing him your phone anyway to type in his number.

You then both briefly waved goodbye and you began walking into your building, hiding a giddy smile.

“Y/N!”

You turned quickly to the sound of Jay yelling your name and ran back towards him.

He held out the umbrella to you, “Take this. It’s yours now.”

Without argument, you took the umbrella and waved goodbye once more. You didn’t turn back this time, but you could feel Jay’s eyes on you- watching to make sure you got in with no problems before walking away himself.

Later on, you found yourself staring at the brightly coloured umbrella leaning against your work desk.

You drifted into the thought of the umbrella and a certain guy, with a smile lingering on your lips.

note: as always, any feedback/notes are appreciated~!thank you so much for reading!! i hope you have an amazing day/night ^^ finally, i got another singular member one shot out. i kinda liked this one. let me know what you guys thought of it. also, don’t forget to tune into orange blood nov 17th! WHOS EXCITED (I AM).

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harufluff · 9 months

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— enhypen masterlist ☆

fluff - ☁️) angst - 🫀) fem!reader - ⭐️) gn!reader - 🥥) thoughts - 🎶 smau - 🪷)

— ot7 ☆ headcannons & reactions

enhypen first “i love you”s > ☁️🥥

enhypen kisses > ☁️🥥

relationships with enhypen (pictures) > ☁️⭐️

what enhypen would call their s/o > ☁️🥥🎶

things enhypen say > ☁️🫀🥥

asking them to marry you over the phone (unironically) > ☁️⭐️🎶

— members ☆

yang jungwon -

one for each > ☁️🫀

bf!jungwon > ☁️🎶

instagram stories > 🥥☁️🪷

lee heeseung -

oh god, not again... > ☁️🥥

your finally back... > ☁️⭐️

park jay -

bf!jay > ☁️🎶

sim jake -

stop that!! > ☁️🫀

everyday instagram stories > ☁️🪷⭐️

park sunghoon -

in the dead of night > ☁️⭐️

late night park trip > ☁️🫀⭐️

not complaining > ☁️🫀

bed head > ☁️🥥

kim sunoo -

nothing yet…

nishimura riki -

birthday picnic > ☁️⭐️

a little longer? > ☁️🫀🥥

heart eyes > ☁️⭐️

things he needs > ☁️🎶🥥

you're finally back > ☁️⭐️

i love you 3000 > ☁️🫀⭐️

instagram stories > ☁️🥥🪷

stuck with me > ☁️🎶🥥⭐️

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bedroom-dreams · 1 year

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All of you drives me insane

♡ Pairing: Jay (Enhypen) x afab!Reader

♡ Genre: Smut (lovey-dovey)

♡ Warnings/Listing: sex, body-worshipping, boob play, dirty talk

♡ Word Count: 1.049

♡ A/N: i hope you like it! I put in a lot of work and quite a number of changes were made, however it is finally here.

It is a known fact. Cold winter evenings are to be spent under the blankets with your lover. What else is needed besides the infectious heat and affection from him?

The sun was already saying its goodbyes behind the dark clouds, the promise of rain and no outsider matters accomodating Jay even closer to your frame. You had already spent hours in bed, you had conversed, given yourselves to each other, slept and now you were in a shush. Your face on his neck, legs entangled and his left arm over you, securing its ancestral place on your waist and caressing the fuck out of it with the hands he was gifted with. The matress under you and the blanket on top made for a bed of clouds as your breathing and heart compassed the same.

“Do you even know how perfect you are?” He said, making you look up at his face, with his sudden words. This was a conversation he began at least every 9 days. “You probably know this but all of you drives me insane.”

All the honey he ate must have intoxicated him, making its way to the his words. And he was dead serious too. However, his eyes were focused on you chest. The most romantic, the one and only Jay. “Do you even know where my eyes are?” You inquiered. A little playfulness never hurt nobody.

Jay instantly sat up and looked down at you with a defiant smile on his lips. The blanket that covered him fell down just a little bit, but your eyes shamelessly reacted, quickly peeking at whatever skin was now uncovered.

“You little pervert!” Jay jumped on you and held your face in his big hands. “Here is where your bewitching eyes are” he said before kissing both of your eyelids, first the right and then the left. The tickling sensation sprout a smile from you which was nothing but a green sign for him. If you had any doubts regarding the chef-d’oeuvre you were, they were now going to be obliterated.

“This is where your neck is” and with exagerated passion he kissed your neck once before smelling the perfume he had gotten you on a trip years ago. This had you shaking your legs with its tingles, and, wanting to prolongate the moment, Jay moved his hands to your sides, gently squeeshing you to him, strong enough for you to know he wasn’t gonna let go but with the care of an anthophile holding its most beloved rose. Your lover lowered his face down to your collarbone, which recieved as much attention. But right after, his lips hovered over your heeving chest. You could feel every cell that made up your body and every nerve on your skin, for his breath softly killed you inside and the promise of his lips, plump and shiny, on you again edged you to a fall only he could provide. “I can’t believe you’re mine.”

You reciprocated with your eyes. There was nowhere else for you to be. If he asked you to bring him the world you would have done so, nothing to lose now that you had found him.

With his sweet eyes furrowed in concentration, one little kiss was placed on each of your nipples as he fondled your breasts with all the love he would give only to you.

“I have no words.” He whispered. As sure as he was he also felt nervous. The last thing he wanted was to ruin this moment, but you loved him, and he knew he needed only as much, so he let himself touch, lick, caress, kiss, brush indulging in what he no longer had to indulge. After having you countless times, Jay had lost all sense of the shame that comes with being exposed in intimacy. You, he would always trust.

Your eyes locked and your breathing became irregular and without realising it, every exhalation sank your body further. He then lowered himself even more to kiss your abdomen with a longing calmness. He had you under control, and all he had had to do was send pretty words your way.

You were still looking at him, after all was there anything else more worthwhile than him?

“Jay” nothing more than a whisper came from your lips but he didn’t notice. He kept on going down down.

…Four, five, six, seven, it took eight kisses to your core. Long, wet and paralising kisses. Number one had been on your sternum. Number three had been perfectly placed on your navel but number seven on your mound of Venus.

“My weakness.” And he smiled from between your legs.

Unbearable.

“Jay” this time it was a whimper. For him. For him to act, to take you once again, as if it was your last. The stormy world outside of your window heightening the rushes of electricity through your skin.

Jay’s long hair now covered his eyes and so you reached to move it, which made the man smile and kiss your thigh. You closed your legs subconsciously at the touch, or at least tried to because mister Park did not let go of your knees.

“Are you gonna deny me my sweetness?” He tilted his head with a smile on his face.

No response. It wasn’t really needed. So he pushed your legs open. In the course of your relationship he never pushed. He never took any liberties, forgot any boundries. Again, the most romantic, your one and only Jay. The man of your dreams, and now he wanted you in a way many had wanted you before but only he had gotten in the sway of a hand. And in this case, the lick of a clit, yours to be exact.

After opening you to him again he reached for your hands and held them with his by your sides.

You bit your lip not finding any other way to relieve the tension. Catching notice, Jay lift himself up and once again your breathing mixed before he kissed your lips.

And so for the rest of the day and night you didn’t move from the bed. The city’s temperature lowering, giving way for time, as you showed each other what the rest of your lives where going to be.

♡ A/N: how was it? I hope ur having lovely holidays ❄️

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