Kissing The Enha Boys!

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pairing. spider-man!jake x fem!reader wc. 430 cw. reader is described as girly in this notes. jake as spiderman hcs will be coming next ofc

Being Spider-man’s girlfriend was hard. It was even harder when the villains that wanted him got to you as bait. You’ve had about five dresses ruined, ten barrettes lost and a plethora of broken nails before you had a mental breakdown one night. Jake promised to replace everything and while you appreciated it, you told him to save his money. That would probably be ruined too.

If you weren’t kidnapped by some flying vulture or psychotic green goblin- then you were caught in the crossfire of Jake fighting one of them. Sometimes, and only for a split second, you would question why you stuck around. But as soon as the thought came, it left and caused you to feel guilty for even thinking about it. You were absolutely in love with Jake and couldn’t bear to leave him. Even though your life was constantly in danger, he’d always come to save you.

“Aren’t I supposed to be patching you up?” You giggled, wincing when he carefully cleaned up the deep cut on your face. It was yet another run in with Vulture and if Jake had shown up five seconds too late- you would have been street-pizza.

“Yeah, but I heal quicker than you.” Jake mumbled, his eyes still showing concern. You had reassured him that you were fine, multiple times, but he didn’t want to leave your side. His mask was discarded on the floor and you were able to see his pretty face. Bruised and cut, but still pretty nonetheless.

“I promise I'll buy you a hundred bows and headbands and all the pink stuff you could imagine. Or even those macaroons you like from the bakery down the block..oh hey, didn’t you say you wanted to get your nails done? I can give you money.” Jake rambled, listing off things to make you feel better. You had never asked for them, Jake was just thoughtful (and felt insanely guilty about putting you in near death situations). You stopped his rambling by holding his face in your hands, smiling at him to show that you weren’t upset.

“You don’t have to get me anything. Knowing that you’re alive and well is more than enough for me.” You said sincerely, looking into his eyes directly. Jake bit back a smile, nodding in understanding. He thought it was cute how you never really expected anything from him, even though he still went out and got stuff for you anyways.

“Although…maybe those macaroons would be nice right about now.” You mumbled, giving the boy a shy smile. He chuckled before standing up to look for some clothes to put on. Jake never wasted time when it came to you.

“Whatever you want, princess.”

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♡ ꒱ bad decisions 𓂃 ᗢᘏᓗ

pairing: ex boyfriend!jongseong x afab!reader

genre: fluff, exes to lovers, slight angst

summary: your best friend, who is your ex boyfriend returns to town and offers to help you cook for Thanksgiving. What if his only intention wasn't to cook and he misses you too much to not kiss you?

word count: 1.2k

warnings: kissing — making out sort of, could be called slightly suggestive

a/n: Hi hi, seeing how bomb Jay looked the other day made me crave writing for him so here it is 🥹 thank you for your support on my previous works, please don't forget to give feedback since it's highly appreciated here!! Please enjoy 💖

"I think we should just give up, to be honest." You broke your silence, wiping the droplets of sweat that was starting to form on your forehead.

You were frustrated and tired, definitely regretting your decision of inviting everyone over to your place for the upcoming Thanksgiving.

What were you thinking? You weren't even confident in your cooking.

"We're a little bit too late in this to give up, don't you think, sweetheart?" Your bestfriend, Jay, responded to you, still holding the knife in his hands as he kept cutting the ingredients for your planned course of meals.

Being the angel he is, he offered to come help you cook, only because he missed being with you in the kitchen, just like the old days.

You sighed, having flashbacks of your previous relationships status with him once he briefly turned your way, giggling adorably when he noticed the familiar grumpy look on your face.

Same as he did a year ago, maybe he wasn't so changed after all, you thought, since the look in his eyes were still the same.

Filled with nothing but love, shinning for you.

"Just bare with me for thirty minutes until I'm done cutting these .." he suggested, ".. then we can take a break and rest, I can even massage your back, okay?"

You simply nodded as you stared at his figure from behind, unable to stop yourself from having deja vu's, which didn't help you focus on the food before you that was waiting to be cooked.

You missed him and it was really hard to ignore when he was this close, yet not close enough to you at the same time.

Just a year ago, the guy who has been your best friend since the age of 12 opened up to you about his feelings, asking you out to be his girlfriend after all those years of gathering his courage up.

Luckily for him, you were sharing the same feelings, which led you both to the best 4 months of your lives as each other's partners on the following short period of time.

It was all perfect; you were living together, about the finish collage together, had so many plans and dreams that you shared since the day you met in the playground when you two were only 7 years old.

But it all crumbled into million pieces when Jay had to move to live abroad, in America, due to family problems.

You knew each other too well to fake the "we can work this out despite the distances" crap, since neither of you believed in long distance relationships, not at all.

So, that was how your relationship come to an unfortunate end, without a real closure cause none of you let the other one go till the last moment, till the moment he stepped into that plane and flew away.

Flew away and left nothing behind.

It's been a year after his leave, a year that passed by with none of you daring to contact the other, and he was back.

He was back for you actually, but the problems was that, he couldn't man up to tell you that just yet.

The aftermath of leaving the love of his life behind was worse than Jay ever imagined, even breathing became hard for him every day he spent not hearing from you.

It just wasn't working for him, not without you.

So, after maybe trillions of arguments and deep talks with his family, he managed to set himself free, to come back here — to come back to you, his home.

It hasn't even been a month since he was back in town, and admittedly, it was hard to adjust back to his presence, but not harder than when he left.

You just had to keep reminding yourself that he wasn't your boyfriend but just a friend now, your best friend, like the old days.

Thankfully, you had other stuff to distract yourself with from him being present again, such as getting hired for your dream job, which was the main reason why you wanted to host the Thanksgiving this year.

It was a well intended idea but considering your lazy personality, maybe it wasn't the best choice you made, and plus, adding up the struggle you had with having Jay around you, it felt nothing other than a recklessly made decision.

But that seemed to be your new vibe, being reckless I mean, cause there you where staring at the thin thread of blood that was running down from your index finger, blinking your eyes a few times in confusion.

"Ouch," You let out, feeling the sting on the tip of your finger, holding it under water with a rush.

"Are you okay?"

Jay ran to you with worried eyes, instinctly placing his hands on yours as he somewhat hugged you from behind.

"Did you cut yourself?"

"Yeah but it's not big,"

"Where's the first aid kit—"

"Jay calm down," you grabbed him by the arm, pulling him back to yourself as you turned off the tap. "See, it can barely be called a cut," you said, showing him your hand, "a bandaid will do, don't worry, okay?"

He nodded as response, reaching the drawer behind you to take out a bandaid for your finger. That's where you both kept them, before he moved out, of course.

A hint of warmth spread through his whole body when he noticed that you didn't change the place of anything, including the kitchen tools and even the bandaids, his heart suddenly started to beat out of his chest with the thought of you still having feelings for him of a sort.

"No, let me." He objected once you reached to took the bandaid from him, not allowing you since he wanted to put it on himself, standing in front of you while you were leaning against the counter, with no more then a few inches existing between your bodies.

You cleared your throat, feeling overwhelmed by the proximity as he was wrapping the bandaid around the tip of your finger carefully, his lips formed into a cute pout that you loved to kiss so much.

That thought became even more prominent once he looked up at you with loving eyes, holding your injured hand in his soft palms.

"Jay—" you whispered when he placed his forehead against yours, stepping impossibly closer to you, his hands now resting on the both sides of your hips.

"Hm?"

"We s-shouldn't," You stuttered, eyes focused on his plump lips, "this is bad."

The contrast of your words and your actions made Jay chuckle, as he tilted his head while pushing his face to yours, the tip of his nose gently brushing past yours.

He closed his eyes, licking his lips before finally pressing them onto yours, a small whimper escaping from his mouth due to the contact he was craving to feel for a year.

He dug his nails onto your skin over your clothes, pressing his body on you as his lips fervently moved against yours, dancing under a messy kiss with so much love and compassion.

You were panting when he broke the kiss to stop himself from going even further, his longing for you turning into a burning lust the more he felt your hands holding on his body, your delicate touches flipping a switch that he didn’t know existed in him.

"Maybe," he mummbled, pecking the corner of your lips before locking his eyes on yours, "but what if this is a good kind of bad, hm y/n?"

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lesson 7 with Jungwon

pairing: bf!Jungwon x gn!reader

genre: slice-of-life, fluff, and little bit of angst // warnings: mentions of feeling bad (not in-depth) and nothing else!

summary: You can still enjoy your youth, no matter how old you are with Jungwon // word count: ~300

note: seventh part to my lil series & enjoy!  if you’d liked to be on my taglist send an ask, dm, or fill out this form

Having to grow up fast at a young age makes enjoying youth seem quite dreadful or not possible. However, you’ve also come to learn that enjoying your youth while you still have it is important too.

Being around someone like Jungwon brings that out in you. In fact, he feels as if he can act like a child around you too. It’s not everyday you manage to find someone that unlocks that side of you. It’s kind of healing in a way for the both of you. Planning dates to attend amusement parks or visiting places you couldn’t go to back then. “Come on Wonnie, this line is shorter and we can come back to this one later!” Dragging his hand with yours and trailing behind you is a smiling Jungwon.

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Enhypen Hyung Trope Series; P.J.S

Jay; Opposites Attract part of Enha Hyung Line Trope Series

paring: Bad boy!Jay x Dancer!fem reader

warnings & tags: slowburn-ish, injuries, partying, drinking, insecurity, fluffY?, pls lmk if im missing anything! not proof read.

word count: 8.6K (OOPS)

synopsis: An incident that leads to Jay getting in a fight and Y/N discovering him outside of the dance department flourished into Jay somehow always finding himself next to Y/N. How can two such different people develop one hell of a relationship?

📌:  SURPRISE! After seeing how much love Heeseung’s trope got I wanted to post Jay’s right away! I love Jay so much this one was so fun to write for me. I was a little worried about this one but enjoy a little trope for Jongseong! Pls like and reblog and look forward to the last two! I’m VERY excited for Jakes so keep a look out 🕵️‍♀️

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Do You Love Me Baby

Pairing: Biker!Jungwon x reader

Genre: Oneshot

Warnings: cocky, seductive jungwon!!

Word count: 1119

Summary: Jungwon has always had your heart, though you're not quite sure if it's vise versa, he feels like your ride or die, a soulmate, if you will. One night, your feelings bloom for one another like it hasn't before, and Jungwon shows you just how he feels about your presence in his life.

Note: the song I Love You - Young Slo-be inspired me to write this, so go listen to it while reading!! Thank you <3

"I know you love me." Jungwon said with a not so modest smirk, planting his arm onto the brick wall next to your head.

"Yeah? What makes you think that?" You challenged him and looked at him with serene eyes, expression equally as playful.

"Hmm, let's start with the way you look at me. Like this is the last time we'll ever meet;" He stroked your cheek with his free hand, "Or the 'accidental' physical touches. You know I know it's on purpose, right?" Your cheeks flushed soft pink, he was playing with you and your heart. Oh to be his forever ride or die.

"And you still tell me you don't feel a thing, and think I'll believe you?" The red haired boy leaned dangerously close to your face, eyeing your lips.

"But, who am I to doubt you." He leaned away, shrugging like he didn't care. That's what he was so good at, that's what drove you crazy over him. He's constantly pulling you in closer and closer, and just when you think you have him, he slips through your fingers again. But this is how you two played the game, always, since the day you met.

As he stood in a safe distance from you, you immediately caught your breath again, the warmth of his body no longer tangible to your senses.

He looked like an edit to the club music playing in the background, the magenta lights making his silhouette look almost like a sculpture, like he was waiting on you and you alone.

"So, what will it be?" Jungwon put out his hand for you to get a hold of, and before he could pull it back, you grabbed it as he smirked at your keen behaviour.

"Good girl." And with that, you were dragged into the mindless crowd, all dancing and swaying their bodies against each other to the same beat.

With Jungwon, it always felt like time was frozen, like no one else mattered in the whole planet, universe even, it was only you and him, the two of you, for each other. You always got lost in forever with him, he was addicting like the strongest drug. He had such a magnetic presence.

You put your arms around his neck, his hands found your waist ever so softly, moving it around with his digits to the rythm of the song. You would give anything to stay like this till the end of time.

The red haired boy leaned his head into the crook of your neck, closing his eyes as he basked in the vague scent of your expensive cologne, the natural aroma of your hair, and every speck of you. His senses filled up with your presence, as if all of his pheromones reacted with yours. He never felt like this with anyone else before, none of his bike partners, none of his link ups, none of his random one night crushes ever made him feel just as electrified as you. It always came back to you.

Your bodies heated up simultaneously, like the both of you needed more. More of the never ending memories, more of the euphoric nights spent together, more of the innocent touches that sent shivers down your spine, more of each other.

You tilted his head up softly from its resting position, and looked into his eyes deeply. He stared back with lovestruck eyes, you could practically see the hearts flying around in his pupils. Your hands found his nape as you locked your fingers together, and with every second passing, you were one inch closer, feeling his soft breath on your lips. His own found yours, moving it softly against yours. His sweet lips felt like a trophy, a trophy that was finally yours, something you've always longed for.

He smiled attractively into the kiss, causing the butterflies in your stomach to awaken.

"Stop smiling, I can't kiss you properly." You mumbled against his lips with a faux annoyed tone, to which he giggled, his hands never leaving your waistline.

"My bad, mrs. Kiss expert." He joked, earning you to grimace at him madly.

"Wanna ride?" He asked alluringly, and of course, your answer was yes, as always, just like on every night you needed a lift, or just wanted to feel free together with Jungwon, riding in the bustling city, atop of the still waters of the tranquil river.

And so you followed your soulmate outside, grabbing the helmet you picked out with him from a store, and putting it on tightly. You sat comfortably behind him, adjusting in your seat, wrapping your arms around his waist firmly, to grant you safety.

"You ready?" He looked back at you, smiling as he anticipated the ride of your lives.

"Ready." You said back just as excited. The impact of the speed he set off at slightly startled you, your hands grabbing ahold of his shirt more tightly, your head resting on his back as you closed your eyes. He never went this fast before, it was sure an adventure, sort of like a roller coaster.

The adrenaline just kept building and building, and you remembered that one time when he told you that that was the exact reason he loved biking so much. It was something he could never stop doing. And you were someone he'd want to have doing it with him forever.

To him, it felt like you were the missing puzzle piece. You completed him in so many ways, and having you right behind him, enjoying it just as much as he was, made him have feelings he's never had before. Your arms around him never failed to send his heart into overdrive. The motorbike plus you equaled a double shot of adrenaline.

He decided to stop in the middle of the bridge he always liked staring off into the distance from, and you both pulled your helmets off for a breather.

You leaned against the motorcycle that was behind you, and soon after Jungwon decided to frame you against it, his hands resting on the bike, on both sides of your hip.

"You're mine forever now, you know." He tucked the loose strands of hair behind your ears.

"I've always been yours." You corrected him, as your feelings were always present for him only.

He smiled slightly, planting a kiss to the side of your lips, to which you were unable to contain your grin.

His lips found your jaw, then your cheeks, then your neck, and finally your lips, again.

You were free together now. It's only you, him, the night sky, and the thousands of city lights finding you two like the main characters on a theatre stage.

★ how they show their affection ──────── enhypen hyung line ! % ♡

✰ ──────── maknae line ver. !

★ LEE HEESEUNG

loves being physical with you. there is just something more intimate when heeseung holds you close to him, an arm wrapped around your waist and his chin perched on your shoulders or on the top of your head.

he especially loves it even more when you would reach a hand to ruffle his tresses or peck his cheeks in retaliation to his actions. heeseung adores seeing your flushed expression close to him, the way you would turn your head on the opposite direction once he catches your stare.

being close to you like this also makes it convenient for him to plant and trail kisses onto the skin of your neck, marking his way up to your cheeks before you would tilt your head to his side to catch his lips with your own, the proximity enables him to feel the pounding of your heart that almost matches his own.

★ PARK JAY

loves pampering you. jay doesn't mind giving you the materialistic things that he can buy, but he especially loves it more if his actions to express his affection is coming from him personally.

jay is an exceptional cook, a husband material to put it simply. his abilities in cooking usually comes to play when he's got free time, commonly spending it to prepare you a dinner date with him in his apartment with the whole place enraptured in a romantic vibe with roses, candles and jazz music playing on the background.

he loves receiving a ton of kisses from you as thanks for his efforts and loves it even more when you just offer to cuddle with him on the bed, wrapping him snug against your chest, planting soft kisses on his hair and forehead with your feet entangled together because sometimes, even the pamperer needs to pampered as well.

★ SIM JAKE

loves spending quality time with you. apart from being spoiled by his constant affection and gifts, jake also prioritizes quality time with you. and usually, he would plan these camping trips just with you and him.

he would tell you to not worry a single thing about the trip, telling you to just prepare yourself with that contagious smile of his and his golden retriever energy that never fails to calm you and make your heart raise. brings all of the necessities the both of you will need in his car and playfully scorns at you when he sees you carrying a duffle bag or two.

the camping trip is always a blast. apart from receiving so many surprises and getting your stomach filled with butterflies by his efforts, he also stays up with you for a few hours, witnessing another sunrise with you wrapped in his arms.

★ PARK SUNGHOON

sunghoon is a man of a few words. his energy when hyped and active decreases gradually that sometimes requires him to silence himself in order to recharge, but that doesn't stop him from giving you words of affirmation just before the day ends.

the two of you would lie on bed, the night stand the only source of light as you read, sunghoon laying silently beside you before he would move to turn his body towards your side once the rustle of your closing book resonates in his ears.

he'll lay a hand over your waist as you lay beside him, nudging his nose on the side of your face before expressing just how much you mean to him, how much he appreciates and adores you all the while you rub shapes on his arm, and before sunghoon fully drifts off to sleep, your own words of love for him will be the last thing he'll hear for that night and the first thing he'll hear in the next morning.

playful delicacies

pairing: lee heeseung x fem!reader, ft. hyung line cameo

genre: domestic boyfriend!au | fluff, just fluff | college!au | established relationship

༄࿔˚✧ synopsis: a collection of moments with heeseung, shared over meals and snacks. a riff off of timestamps.

word count: 4.1k

cherry wine

You were welcomed home by a frustrated looking Heeseung. You watched with amusement as he placed an aggressive kiss on your forehead and shuffled his way back to his desk set up in the living room, glaring at the screen. From your position in the doorway, you stared as his screen went gray again, signaling his character’s death and you couldn’t help but laugh at his expense.

Heeseung sent a glare your way and exclaimed, “Yeah. Yup. I’m done! I’m over this.” And he ALT-F4’d right out of a ranked game.

While you were fond of games yourself, there was a reason Heeseung and you only played simple survival games together, over tactical first person shooters, or god-forbid, League of Legends. Despite his cute pleas to play with him, and his forced “Don’t worry, babe. I’ll carry us!” after your 14th death, you knew better to stay out of his way. You found his frustration cute, and it was far better to witness it as a bystander, than to be its source.

He shuffled to where you stood, as you looked over the ingredients you bought from the grocery. Heeseung stared at you with anticipation, knowing that there was only one person in this household who could cook. He had no idea what you had in mind for dinner with those ingredients. And, neither did you, yet. 

“How are the games going?”

“I don’t wanna talk about it,” he pouted. You bit your bottom lip to spare him of extra laughter, opting to wrap an arm around his waist and pull him closer to you. He sighed into your temple and squeezed you.

“How was work?” Your part time job at the nearest ramen shop was grueling at times, especially on Fridays. Luckily, you filled the awkward lunch to afternoon shift, so you had time to stop by the market on your way home.

“Wasn’t too bad,” you replied. “Mrs. Sohn stopped by with her daughter. They asked me about you.”

Heeseung was a regular at the shop like Mrs. Sohn, going there long before you stumbled in a year ago, looking for a second job. You pulled away to see Heeseung look at you with a grimace. “They said something weird, didn’t they?”

“Asked if you dumped me yet,” you snickered. “Mrs. Sohn will never relent to get you to date her daughter.”

Heeseung groaned, his ears tinting with red. “Yeah, I think I’d rather talk about my games.” You found his passiveness with Mrs. Sohn too funny. He made sure to make it obvious just how in love he was with you if he stopped by the shop and she was there - amping up the lovely nicknames, and raising his voice when he called you babe. It never bothered you, because you knew how he felt about you and because you found it funny how Heeseung was too nice to the point where he felt bad.

Shifting your attention back to the problem at hand - both of your grumbling tummies - you hummed. You grasped a carrot in your hand and poked him with it. You glanced at Heeseung and caught his eye.

“Wanna get take out?”

“Should we just order delivery?” He said at the same time.

Thirty minutes later Heeseung set up two large pizzas in front of where you sat on the floor by the coffee table, and you prepared him with the latest League of Legends LCK highlight clips on the TV.

“Oh!” You gasped and jumped towards the kitchen. “I bought this on my way home.” You pulled a bottle of cherry wine from the fridge and grabbed two unceremonious mason jars.

Heeseung smiled as you brought them over, taking the bottle so he could open it for you.

You clinked jars with one hand and held pizza in the other, your legs intertwined over his, and you both drunkenly screamed at the TV. Heeseung yelled a mix of “What was that?!” and a couple curses, while you cheered in disbelief at the plays on the screen.

hot chocolate, extra whip

Winter wasn’t always your favorite season. Winter was cold and energy consuming, taking time for layers after layers and for running into buildings to beat the flashing snow. December was for hot packs stuffed in pockets, red runny noses, and staying home to avoid its bitter cold.

That was before you met Heeseung.

Each snowfall with him was treated as the first, him eagerly (and rarely) waking before you to revel in the white rooftops outside your apartment window. However, for the third snowfall of the season, you woke to find a sleepy and disheveled Heeseung making toast in the kitchen in silence.

When he noticed you emerging from the doorway he smiled, “Did I wake you?”

You shook your head, although you were confused why he hadn’t woken you.

Heeseung wiped his sleepy eyes and stretched his arms above his head with a yawn. “Don’t know I woke up so early -  I guess I was excited. It’s snowing!”

Mirroring him, you let out a yawn as well. “Hee, it’s almost 12 o’clock. When did you wake up?”

He stared blankly at you, knowing where you were going with this. “Like, 30 minutes ago.” You stared back. “Okay, like 10, but still! Earlier than you is still early in my book.” He beamed as if it was something to take pride in.

You left him to freshen up in the bathroom and get ready for a day of doing nothing with Heeseung. Maybe you’d go to a café with him and sit by a fire, or go outside and kick snow at each other or whatever he wanted to do.

When you came back, he was sitting on the couch, a random documentary lulling in the background, with a portable heater turned up by his toes. 

He pointed to a mug sitting on the counter, one matching his own on the coffee table. 

You smiled as you brought it along with you to sit next to him. “Hot chocolate?”

He smirked, and pulled out a red canister. Heeseung shook it before adding some whipped cream atop your drink. “I forgot I bought this the other day.”

You gigged as you watched him spray some directly into his mouth. He met your eyes and offered you some, and when you shook your head he opted to add extra on top of the slowly melting cream still in your mug.

Taking a sip and leaning into him further, you snickered. “You forgot I was lactose intolerant again.”

Heeseung’s eyes widened in shock, oh shit, and you laughed at his embarrassed face - whipped cream smeared at the corner of his mouth. You kissed it away and rolled your eyes. 

“Sorry.” Then he added with a sly whisper, “Lactaid’s in the bathroom cabinet.”

You set your hot chocolate down to, lovingly, smother your boyfriend.

Winter was for lengthy mornings in bed under the covers in his embrace. Winter was for snowball fights during Seoul’s first snowfall and for loving shoves into piles of snow. December was for the holidays spent with him, his hands stuffed into your pockets and flowers given to you on Christmas.

Winter was for Heeseung.

miso ramen

A college senior of yours was actually the one to suggest you look for a different job last year. “The clinic pays you dirt and doesn’t offer you a lot of hours, why are you still there?”

You playfully pushed her. “It’s for my resume! You know that.”

“You should quit and work at a restaurant - at least you’d get some free meals on top of pay. When I worked at the sushi place I never had to make my own dinner.” She was looking out for you, typical older sister-like duties.

You nodded in agreement and decided to follow her advice. But rather than quitting the clinic, you stubbornly just took it upon yourself to get a second job.

“Which one would you recommend?” You asked, taking a seat at an empty barstool. You kind of just wandered in here hungry after your study session and meeting with your senior. She had left you to meet with her boyfriend so you were off to have dinner by yourself.

The worker behind the counter hummed in thought, and before he could reply, a boy two seats down shyly answered, “Miso ramen.”

The worker nodded in agreement, “Well said from our number one customer himself.”

You smiled at the boy and placed your order, miso ramen with extra firm noodles and ginger on the side. 

The food was delicious and the atmosphere was better and you couldn’t help but notice a small sticker on their register when you went up to pay. HELP WANTED.

You interviewed on the spot and were asked to start three weeks later.

At the beginning of working there, Heeseung used to like to tease you about how he got you the job, how he had talked with the owner afterwards and complimented your manners. He would hang out a little even after finishing his food to talk to you and the other workers, and conveniently he only ever came at the awkward times after lunch, when there were less customers and less noise. You learned more about Heeseung as you cleaned tables and served food. You learned how at the time, he was in his final year in the architecture undergrad program at your university. He had morning classes most days, and a Thursday studio block that ended around 3 - hence his usual Thursday lunch-dinner at the shop.

But after 3 months of working there, you had learned the truth. That he had actually joked with the owner that if you were hired he would come more often just to see you. When the owner told you this, casually during a lunch rush hour, you chuckled.

“I didn’t order this,” Heeseung tilted his head towards you, the following Thursday. You had placed a single scoop of green tea ice cream onto his now empty table and sat down with him. Nevertheless, he quickly dove in with a spoon.

“Most people would say ‘thank you’ for a free dessert,” you said to him pointedly. 

He gave you a silly smile, giddy with the scoop in his hands. He jested, “Now, what did I do to deserve such a treat?”

“I get off in 20 minutes,” you simply stated and left to tend to a nearby customer.

You returned some dishes to the kitchen sink and glanced towards the front of the house to see Heeseung paying. He had to know what you had meant, right?

When you had waved your goodbyes to your coworkers, shoving your apron into your bag as you left. You frowned when you didn’t see Heeseung waiting for you outside. Your shop had a bit of a queue outside waiting for open seats, but he was nowhere to be found. Sighing with disappointment, oblivious men, you started walking down the street to the subway station.

As you walked, you started second-guessing yourself, cringing at the thought of Maybe he did know and this was his way of rejecting you? But there was no way someone would hang out that often after his meal to talk to you as often as he did? But he was a regular and friends with the owner, not just you…

A running figure towards you pulled you out of your thoughts as you neared the stairs to the station.

“Oh my god! I am so dumb,” Heeseung exclaimed, catching your shoulders in his arms. He noticed your startle and let go quickly, opting to smooth down his hair and attempt to catch his breath.

You frowned in confusion, “Why were you running?”

“Because you said you were off in 20 minutes and it took me the walk to the subway, and the time to reach the next stop before I realized what that meant.”

You poked his forehead, “What else would I have meant when I told you when I was getting off?”

“Honestly, I think I couldn’t believe my ears.”

Heeseung’s face was red, maybe from the running, but definitely from the embarrassment and you laughed, gently tugging his sleeve to pull him away from the subway entrance.

“Wanna grab some drinks?”

Your night had ended with him walking you to the subway station, and finally thanking you for the ice cream you had given him hours before. When you heard the chimes and the rumble of your incoming train, he rapidly tapped a foot.

“Are you free Saturday?” He asked.

“Wow, already wanting to see me that soon?” You joked, making your way to the side of the tracks.

“Hey, don’t tease the guy who got you your job,” he fought back.

You decided to spare him of your knowledge of the truth and waved to him as you stepped inside the train.

Heeseung waved a final time before he turned to the other side of the station to wait for his train. The windows were quickly covered by the passing wall as your train sped away and you pulled out your phone to message him.

yes i’m free

Heeseung responded quickly, perfect, i’ll take care of everything. just show up at sinchon exit 4 looking cute.

He double texted, hope that’s not too difficult ;)

pork fried rice

Heeseung had already graduated and was interning full-time, a hybrid of in office and at home. Working two jobs was tough to manage on top of school. Days at the clinic, coupled with nights at the restaurant, mixed in with sporadic classes every weekday left you with little time outside of your home life with Heeseung. 

The return to school after the winter holiday was something you dreaded since you knew you would see each other less, but something you looked forward to - since you’d get to see your uni friends again.

To celebrate the return after break, read: to cope with the return of assignments, your classmates had chatted about going out for barbecue and drinks on the weekend.

“Hey, if Sunghoon is coming, you should bring Heeseung!” Your friend suggested, and Sunghoon nodded excitedly. 

“If we’re bringing our boyfriends, you should bring Jaeyun~” you teased your other friend.

“We are not dating… yet!”

“Yeah, yeah glad you guys are all DATING and having BOYFRIENDS,” the youngest of your friend group complained.

You all laughed, and it was decided that you’d invite another boy, Jongseong from Anatomy 450, to make the group even, ‘without any ulterior motives’ you all had promised her.

Heeseung was more on the shy side, especially compared to you, which was something he had admired about you. So your mention of a quadruple date was met with a worried smile and a begrudging agreement.

“You’ve met Sunghoon before! Other guys will be there; it will be fun,” you assured him, climbing into his lap as he was reviewing designs on a tablet.

Muffled, he spoke into the top of your hair, “Yeah, yeah. Anyway - look at what the other intern made.” You resisted the urge to groan at him changing the subject, and instead shifted your body to follow where he was directing your attention.

He showed you blueprints and 3D drawings, combined with color swatches and matching foliage - things your pre-med mind didn’t really recognize but you enjoyed watching how his eyes lit up with creativity, and how he rambled about needing balsa and “Have you seen my exacto knife?”

Heeseung was insanely passionate, more than he let other people really know, and you loved that about him. You just wished he would be more vocal and take pride in all his accomplishments. You told him this once and he just shook his head, “I don’t need to show people how good I am. I already know it myself.”

He said it jokingly, but knowing him, you knew he believed everything he said.

Friday night came along and your friends met up earlier - “For some girl time before the, men, came” you had told Heeseung, adding a dramatic frown at the word men. You enjoyed taking photo booth pictures and even secretly stopped at a bar for a shot or two each before making your way to the decided restaurant. Your group giggled at seeing the other boys outside, making awkward small talk amongst themselves to pass the time.

Several soju bottles each later, you rested your head against Heeseung’s shoulder and he clumsily plopped his on top of yours and you suppressed your complaint about his heavy head.

You watched as your friends continued to fry meat and laugh about random things that came up in conversation. Heeseung hopped into the conversation naturally, “Yeah! And I heard that shit was expensive!” You had too much soju in your veins to keep up with what they were saying, but you were fond of how well Heeseung melded into your friend group. Even Jongseong, a classmate you had only hung out with maybe 4 times during study sessions, loosened up and … much to your satisfaction, had a loose arm around your friend. You made a mental note to tease them about it later.

A waiter joined your group for a shot and brought a bowl of rice and other condiments to make fried rice on top of your clean grill.

“Extra seaweed please!” Heeseung requested, knowing it was your favorite.

“I’m so full, man,” Sunghoon slurred. And you all laughed as he still scooped himself a plate of crispy fried rice.

You guys took a final shot before finally heading to the front of the house to pay - the boyfriends, the not-boyfriend-yet, and Jongseong fighting over the bill. You and your friends cheered for them, grateful your wallets had survived a Friday night dinner.

“Wait guys.” Your group opted to continue talking outside the restaurant. It was only 11 pm. You clung onto Heeseung, your hands held inside his jacket pocket, his other hand waving about during some animated conversation with Jongseong. You had to call out to your friends again to get everyone’s attention. “Round two?”

Heeseung smiled down at you as everyone excitedly shouted and started walking down the street to where all the bars were.

You two purposely walked a little slower, watching as the rest of the group argued and laughed and collected some stares from other people.

“I’m glad I came tonight,” Heeseung had mumbled. “Your friends are funny.” You pulled him in for a chaste kiss, tasting the sweet flavored soju on his lips, and you felt him smile against you.

“They can be your friends, too,” you reminded him. “Visit the uni more often and join us when we study!”

He jokingly scoffed, “Like I’d wanna listen to you nerds talk about bones and diseases.” Heeseung continued, “Yeah, I’d like that. Jaeyun told me he plays games too.”

You grinned at him, excited that your boyfriend was making friends with your own, and you tugged him along - your group was already getting their IDs checked by security outside the bar.

After a few more drinks and a couple hours at the bar, playing pool and chatting about everything and nothing, you learned that the guys had exchanged Discords and were planning to queue together at some point.

“Babe, we’ll need a fifth!” Heeseung had poked you, looking at you with pleading eyes. Despite the alcohol, you knew he was serious. 

“Oh god.”

“What have we done?”

The next morning, or rather afternoon, you woke with a pounding headache which was only exacerbated by shrieks from the living room.

“No way,” you stopped in your tracks to witness Heeseung with his headset and mic set up.

“Jongseong! What was that?” Your boyfriend whined. A pause. “No, it was definitely you, not Sunghoon- yeah tell him, Jaeyun!”

You walked to the kitchen to grab a glass of water to go along with your pain meds, trying to ignore the gaming guild you accidentally created last night.

“Babe! Can you join next round? We’re tired of having randoms in our party.”

puffed cereal snacks

As clumsy as he was, Heeseung took care of you endlessly. He would hold your hair or sleeves back as you leaned over your food to eat. Heeseung held the small of your back gently as he guided you through crowds. He made sure you were having fun when going out and quietly passed you snacks as you studied at your desk in your shared room.

Heeseung was the type to massage the knots out of your shoulders; to straighten you out when you were feeling unmotivated; to bring you random trinkets he bought on his way home from the office.

You woke up from a light shake and with a burning sensation on your forehead. Heeseung was curled up next to you, his breaths mixing with the sighs of your own, and he was sweating.

You pulled away to realize Heeseung was burning up with a fever, and he was shivering. Heeseung always got sick during the change of seasons, and the shift from the bitter cold to the brightness of spring was no different.

You tucked him in deeper and brought the heater in your bedroom, before walking into the kitchen to prepare him some soup with the ingredients you found in the fridge.

You took out his favorite puffed cereal snacks, cutting some fruit along with it. Your soup was pretty much done, so you peered into the bedroom to check if he was sleeping. Heeseung’s mess of a head of hair was barely peeking out from under the duvet and you saw the flutter of his lashes as he blinked himself awake. You knocked gently on the door to get his attention, offering him a glass of water.

“I think I’m sick.”

“Yes, I agree.”

“Will you nurse me to health?”

“Of course.”

He smiled weakly, and accepted your cup.

You left to scoop some soup into a bowl and placed it on a tray along with the other snacks you prepared.

Heeseung was sat up with his head in his hands, and you nudged him with your hip before placing the tray on the bed. He whispered a thank you before slowly bringing a puffed snack to his lips.

“I can’t kiss you right now, huh? Can’t get you sick,” he muttered.

You ruffled his hair, “Nope.”

“Being sick is the worst.”

You forced him to stay in bed, giving him his laptop to keep him busy as you prepared him some vitamins, meds, and plenty of puffed snacks.

Heeseung was teasing and playful with you, but when he was sick he was extra gentle, doting, and clingy. He pouted each time you left the room, only staying for a few minutes to check on him, keeping your distance. Heeseung apologized for making you sleep on the couch, whining about how he needs you to go to sleep. When you would leave to go to class, or to the clinic, or to the restaurant, he’d text you - dramatically proclaiming his love for you. On the 7th day of his mini quarantine he texted you hey i think i’m pretty much better but i need to kiss u or else i’ll actually die. 

When you arrived home, carrying some take out miso ramen for him from the restaurant, you found him looking pretty much recovered. A week of not sleeping next to him and only hearing his quips and teases in quick passing made you miss him, so you forgot to be hesitant as you kissed him.

You let him feed you some of his noodles as you two sat on the floor, using the coffee table to dine on as usual, and proudly showed him some of the clean and pretty notes you took. He sighed with content and placed his chin on your shoulder.

Cleaning up after dinner, he pulled you by your hands into the bedroom. He climbed on top of you, placing kisses all over your face, mumbling something about making up for the past week.

The next morning, you pulled Heeseung’s shirt over your body before realizing - your head kind of hurt.

You reached over a sleeping Heeseung to grab the thermometer on his night stand.

38°.

Heeseung got you sick. You couldn’t be mad at him, but you sighed as you leaned on top of him. You swiped your fingers along the contours of his face, brushing his eyelashes and tracing the turns of his lips. Heeseung opened his mouth in response to try to nibble on your fingers, before opening one eye slightly.

You kissed the spot between his eyebrows and whispered, “I’m sick.” You showed him the thermometer and he squinted and rubbed his eyes.

“Oops.”

SHALL WE DANCE … lee heeseung !!

PAIRING → idol!heeseung x fem!reader | GENRE → fluff, idol!au | WORD COUNT → 0.2k

AUTHOR’S NOTE → happy seungie day !! <3

the delightful sounds of shared laughter echoed through the practice room that held only you and heeseung, alone.

“yeah, so spread out your arms like this—not like this,” heeseung demonstrated, correcting you as he finished with lingering laughter.

for fun, he was teaching you one of enhypen’s choreographies, and it only brought you two joy, being in one another’s presence and just having fun, living life without a single thought of the stresses you had earlier this day or this week.

you nodded with a smile, fixing the position of your body the way he told you to, when all of a sudden, your eyes went wide. you felt heeseung from behind, his arms snaking their way around your waist as he hugged you from the back.

his embrace was warm, homely even.

you relaxed under the contact and smiled, and so did he.

and with that, he rested his head on your own, swaying side to side, content as your hearts beated in sync for each other.

PART TWO → BABY

AUTHOR’S NOTE → happy heeseung day !! and thanks for reading !! <3 reblogs and feedback don’t hurt, right? <3

→ enhypen and their soft, italicized 'oh' moment </3

heeseung. you avert your gaze from him, shy from the seconds spent gazing into his eyes. taking the pen in your hand again, you continue to point at a series of excercises you'd been helping him solve and in that moment when the sunlight filters through the curtains of his kitchen window to hit your eyes. he falls breathless, taking in your glowing eyes, seeing all of the colours he'd never seen before in them. you look downright angelic and he resists the urge to cup your face in his palm to tell you how beautiful you look, because best friends just don't do that.

jay. you're sitting on the couch next to him, curled into a ball by his side as you rest your cheek on his shoulder. the blanket he'd brought from his room to throw over your bodies no longer needed now that you were so close to him, warmth radiating off your body. it's not just his skin, however, for his heart feels just as warm and cozy. the clock strikes one am, the movie running on the tv in front of him long forgotten as all of his senses get lost in you. hesitant on moving, in fear of waking you up from your peaceful slumber, he wraps an arm around your side to pull you in closer and falls asleep right next to you.

jake. someone calls your name from a distance, the sound ringing out all across the street until it reaches his ears. he perks up, recognising your voice. butterflies flood his stomach at the thought of you. turning around, his eyes roam over the mass of people before him, settling on your beaming face. you look happy, he notices with a smile of his own. it dawns on him in that moment, that brief second of epiphany. he wants you to be happy and loved. he wants to be the one to love you forever.

sunghoon. seated on your chair, he closes his eyes, letting you run your fingers through his hair. you have an elastic band ready around your fingers to tie his silver strands into whatever style you so desire. peeking through his lashes, he is taken slightly aback to see you so close to him, brows pulled into a concentrated frown. you're not looking at him despite leaning impossibly close. your eyes are solely set on finding the perfect angle for the silly space buns you're trying to make from his short hair. you look adorable, he notes with a fluttering heart.

sunoo. the hallways are always crowded after the bell rings, signalling the end of the lesson as break time arrives. friend groups are stalking through the floor to go outside and take a breather. you're holding his hand in yours, pulling him along with you as you try not to just dash across the hall. he knows that you want to show him something, so he caves in, letting himself be dragged around. you have the brightest, most excited look on your face as you run over the grass and arrive in front of a tree to show him a little bird nest with eggs resting inside. the sight melts his heart.

jungwon. he is breathing long and hard, sweat dripping from his forehead as he scans over his opponent's form, trying to find any signs of weakness. his wrist throbs from having blocked a particularly heavy kick a few moments prior and he is at a loss of fuel. he's stuck with a seemingly unbeatable force standing between him and the gold medal. he wants to give up, not having any more energy to push forward. then he hears you calling out his name from the stands and suddenly he is able to breathe, no longer underwater. it's you again, who pulls him back into life.

ni-ki. he's dancing alone in the studio, limbs frantically, yet precisely roaming all over the empty space in intricate figures. his feet fall into the patterns he'd memorized by heart, moving to the rhythmic beat of his favourite artist's latest song. through the daze he is in— the ache spreading all over his body, the dizziness coming from the moves he's been practicing all day, the frustration— he thinks of you. you're in his mind again and this time, something clicks in him. simply the thought of you eases the weariness in his bones and he finally realizes that you're all he needs to feel okay again.

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