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₊˚⊹ notes ~ bf!jungwon x fem!reader ⋆⭒ warnings: kisses, petname, sleepiness ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 word count: 100+꩜⋆ ˚｡⋆˚ genre: fluff, time stamp, drabble | AN: lowkey this is kind of cute| LIBRARY FOR MORE...

AS YOU SLOWLY AWAKEN from your peaceful slumber, the gentle morning light filtering through the curtains. You turn over, greeted by the sight of Jungwon, already awake and watching you with a soft smile that could rival the sunrise itself.

"Good morning, pretty girl," he murmurs, his voice a soothing melody.

A smile tugs at your lips in response to his soft voice. "Good morning, pretty boy," you whisper back.

Jungwon reaches out, brushing his thumb over your cheek in a gesture so gentle. "You're beautiful," he says softly, his eyes filled with love as he gazes at you.

Your heart flutters at his words, warmth blooming within you like flowers in the spring. "And you're so perfect," you reply, your voice sweet and quiet.

Leaning closer, Jungwon presses a soft kiss to your forehead, his lips tender against your skin. "I could repeat this moments 100 times and I wouldn't be tired of it," he whispers, his breath warm against your ear.

You wrap your arms around him, pulling him close until you're enveloped in each other's embrace. "Me too," you nodded.

In that moment, with Jungwon's soft kisses and the gentle brush of his thumb against your cheek, you realize just how lucky you are to have him by your side.

❣︎ ⎯⎯ your smile is so cute, i could kiss it .

PAIRING ! yang jungwon x fem!reader // GENRE ! fluff // WC. ! 0.6k // reader is insecure of her smile

PROMPT(S) ! 16. taking a photo of them smiling or in their element ;; 27. randomly face-timing just to hear their voice/see their face // requested by @woonie-muffin <3 // 2k followers event

A/N. ! slowly getting through all of my jungwon requests for this event. i’ll get there eventually 😭 anyways i hope y’all enjoy cuz i had a lot of fun writing this one <3

“hi,” jungwon greeted you through the screen with a very happy smile on his face at the sight of you, the tone of his voice soft and loving.

“hi,” you replied with just as much joy to the boy displayed live on your phone. “everything okay? why the sudden call?”—not that you were complaining though.

“yeah, everything’s fine. i just needed to see your beautiful face,” he told you with his still wide smile.

“well, sorry to break it to you, but i don’t look too beautiful, especially right now-“

“are you kidding?!” your boyfriend interrupted. “you’re kidding, right?”

you sat there on the opposite end of the line, taken aback, “what do you mean?”

“you’re one of the most beautiful girls on this entire planet, how could you say you’re not beautiful?” jungwon asked, genuinely sad that you were down on yourself about your appearance, especially of all people; he was speaking the truth.

“one of the most beautiful?” you questioned with a jokingly offended tone. “who else is on that level to you?”

“obviously my mom,” he answered effortlessly to which you nodded in approval and understanding.

“but what about your sister?” you asked.

“what?! ew—no, are you kidding?” jungwon replied without hesitation, causing you to laugh.

but those joyful sounds that left your lips faded just as quickly as they came when you got alerted on your phone that jungwon had just taken a screenshot.

“hey! what was that for?” you questioned, confused, with a slight smile still on your face.

“as i said, i think you look beautiful,” your boyfriend answered proudly.

“wonie,” you pouted. “i don’t look good right now.”

“stop, who are you trying to fool? you literally look incredible right now. i don’t understand how you could think otherwise,” he said, frowning with his last statement.

“and i don’t like my smile,” you added softly, half-hoping he wouldn’t hear you.

“y/n,” he looked at you sadly, “why would you ever say that? i love your smile. that’s one of my favourite features of yours. i love how it shows how happy you are at a certain moment. i think your smile is adorable and seeing it always makes me so happy.”

“won—“

“it’s true,” he told you as he began to navigate his way through his apps and to his photos where he then found the screenshot he took of you.

a smile instantly grew on his lips. he looked so happy.

“your smile is contagious, i love it,” he said, giggly.

your heart quickly grew soft and warm, and you felt a giddy feeling within your stomach.

“i wish i could kiss you right now,” you told him. “if you were here right now, i would totally kiss you—wait. wonie, are you—no. no, you’re not. you’re kidding. are you here right now?”

“heck, yeah, baby. now open the door,” he said, and you watched with amazement that the background on his end was of the view just outside your front door.

“how-“ you attempted to get out. “how did you even-?”

“surprise, you’re just not very observant,” he teased, causing you to roll your eyes. “hurry, don’t just sit there. come open the door for me! i miss seeing that pretty smile in real life.”

“you saw me earlier today at school,” you said.

“yeah, and? doesn’t mean i can’t miss it,” he continued. “and not only do i wanna see that smile. i also wanna kiss it.”

“wonie!” you said, trying to hold back your giddy laughter, but it was to no use.

“okay, hurry up! open the door!”

with both of you laughing, you hung up the call, walked to your door and opened it to reveal a very happy wonie.

A/N. i want a wonie 🥺💗 feedback and reblogs are appreciated ! thanks for reading <3

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first time using a petname ㅤ⊹ㅤ all of enha

femreader ( fluff smau ) content. bsf / friend!enha, honestly you're more in a 'talking' stage of a relationship rather than friends but i digress, mentions of throwing up in sunoo's texts, heeseung overuses his petname oopsㅤ𖹭ㅤ 🗒

can I also avail a rule of this from him as a night care packagae pls 😞🙏

kiss, kiss, kiss. — kim sunoo 김선우

masterlist ; warnings none genre fluff

getting ready to bed with your boyfriend, sunoo.

“whoa, today was quite a day,” sunoo brushed his hair back with his hand. moving away his bangs as he put a headband on. he glanced at you in the mirror, a smile quietly forming on his lips as he watched you wearing your own headband, “how was your day?”

“i'm beat,” you put just the right amount of toothpaste on your brush. your eyes caught sunoo's in the mirror, “it was fun, a little absurd, but fun.”

his smile grew bigger as he watched you brush your teeth, “oh, really? tell me about it!” sunoo picked up his own toothbrush and started brushing his own.

you took your time to brush your teeth while sunoo patiently waiting for your answer with a smile on his face, “i accidentally met my old friends on the way home,” you said after you spit out your toothpaste. you wiped your mouth and excitedly continued, “apparently one of them moved not so far from here, and they asked me to come to have a housewarming party with them. i'm not even that close with them, it was really awkward and a soul-sucking moment. gosh, it was totally t—”

out of the blue, sunoo abruptly kissed your cheek. leaving a tiny toothpaste foam on it. he was smiling from ear to ear.

you gasped, “WHAT WAS THAT FOR?!” you touched your cheek, jokingly annoyed by the kiss. though, it's actually woke up a lot of butterflies in your stomach.

sunoo laughed thrilled at your reaction. he washed his mouth and his toothbrush before putting it on the glass next to yours, “oh my god, you're so cute.”

“excuse me?” you asked as if you were offended by his words but you couldn't hide the redness on your cheeks and ears.

sunoo obviously noticed your flustered face. he was grinning as his soft hands went to cup your face, “i said you're cute,” he giggled before giving a peck on your lips, you could smell the mint from toothpaste he used before, “and you're so pretty,” he left another peck on your lips, “and i love you soooo much,” sunoo put his lips on yours once again. but this time it lasts a little bit longer.

you didn't know how to react, so you just stood there totally giving in to his touch as he pampered you with kisses. maybe it's by the rule for sunoo to kiss you at least three times before going to bed.

oh to be loved by this man

Say yes to me

after your seven minutes in heaven, hyunjin wants to plan out how he'll finally confess to you. except you come knocking on the door of his rented cabin unannounced. at 10:53 pm. the perfect time for love, he comes to learn.

pt. 2 of say yes to heaven. highly recommend reading it first (it's short i promise and it sets the mood ajsjd)

a.n: and if i told y'all i wrote this in one go... when i say hyune possesses me i MEAN it... these two pics sit at the same table for me, and three people asked for a second part and i can't say no to you guys!! ENJOY, feedback is highly appreciated as always <33

There are a lot of things that Hyunjin wishes he could say to you.

How he loves you is first.

He never planned on keeping secrets from you. Ones he carefully tucked away at the corner of his mouth, ready to spill each time your gaze met his.

He still remembers when it all started vividly- how the friendship blossomed into something more for him, the way petals shyly unfurl on the first days of spring.

You were sitting next to him on the bench of your favorite park, ice cream in your hands. Hyunjin intently watched as you rambled about your latest essay, and the world seemed to fall into a tranquil silence, save for the sound of your voice.

Hyunjin suddenly found himself enthralled by the way the sunlight gently grazed your cheeks, painting them with the softest golden hue. One he tried to replicate many times in his paintings, but to no avail, as they could never live up to you.

How the light breeze danced upon your hair, swaying it gently from left to right. How your lips moved with each word, pulling him into an unyielding trance. Those very lips that graced his skin with kisses, months later, scorching themselves into his memory.

Sometimes it still felt surreal, almost too good to be true, that you left traces of yourself on him. That he had you graze his jaw and collarbones, tentatively, as if you were afraid to dive in fully. "I'd catch you", he wanted to say, "even if it meant I'd drown in the process."

He wasn't ashamed to admit that he took a picture of the lipstick stains you left on him. He didn't even realize they were there at first, that is until he went to Changbin's bathroom. There, under the dim lighting, he found that the blush creeping up his neck matched the shade of your lipstick. His body seamlessly entwined itself with everything that made you.

He felt like a shaky tree branch at your hands- dainty leaves falling at your feet, each one scribbled with love notes for you. And he could no longer contain this feeling within him. He was tired of this five month old secret. He wanted to be an open book, one you could read or toss around, as long as you'd touch it.

But he needed to gather his thoughts and plan how he'd say it. How he'd free this scary confession from the confines of his heart. He told you that you'd talk about it later, and it's already been twelve days since he's last seen you. He had to do it soon.

So he went to his cabin, the one he rents on the weekends when he needs to get away from the world. It's small, nestled away in a remote part of the town, with a golden chandelier dangling in its living room- it's where Hyunjin feels most like himself.

Hyunjin doesn't hear your car pulling up into the driveway. Or your hurried steps to the door. But he hears your urgent knocks, and he's confused as he pushes the doorknob down. Then he's worried when he notices that it's you, with puffy eyes and a slightly runny nose.

For a moment, he stood there, too stunned to articulate a proper question. You don't give him the time to properly organize his thoughts, anyways, as you take timid steps towards him, before wrapping your arms around his waist. Your cheek rests against his chest, right above his heart, and you're crying. Hyunjin can tell from the slight tremors coursing through your body; the very one he's hugging right now, tightly, securely, until you're pressed to him, like two pages of the same book.

His large hands are rubbing soothing circles on your back, and a myriad of questions swirls in his mind. But they can wait, until you stop crying- the one sight that can bleed his heart dry.

"You- you said we'd talk later," you say through hiccups, as Hyunjin's hand moves to the back of your head, gently smoothing down your hair.

"I did," he hums, slightly rocking you from left to right.

"Then why didn't you? You just... stayed silent. For two weeks."

"Twelve days."

"Hyune," you whine and he giggles slightly, pressing a soft kiss onto your temple.

"I'm sorry. I didn't know you were waiting for me."

"Of course, I was," you lean back, the sides of his black shirt scrunched up in your hands. "I was tipsy but I... I remember."

"What do you remember?" he asks, as his thumb gently brushes away your trailing tears. He knows what happened that night, he replayed those seven minutes in his head so much that he could recite them by heart. Every breath you took, every shaky exhale you let out. He remembers it all too well.

"What you said to me."

His eyes soften at the quiver in your tone. "Why are you crying then, hm?"

"Because you didn't talk to me and I thought you didn't mean it. And I- I can't handle anyone else lying to me. Especially you."

Hyunjin shakes his head, as the strings of his heart dance to the erratic rhythm of his pulse.

"I could never lie to you. Not when it comes to this," he says with the utmost sincerity he can muster. He pauses, a gentle smile etched on his lips. "I have tea."

"Tea sounds good," you respond quietly.

"Come in, then."

He let goes of you, but you remain close, your shadows merging together on the wooden floor. Hyunjin smiles softly at the sight- he too wishes he could become one with you.

His hands are shaking slightly as he brings the water to a boil. You're wandering around, admiring the cozy interior, and the questions in Hyunjin's head can't seem to stop. What does this mean? he wants to ask. Do you want me like I want you? But he bites his tongue. Not until you've fully calmed down.

One minute.

"Here," he says, handing you a steaming cup of Jasmine tea. He leans his head against the wooden wall, as the steam fogs up his glasses.

"Thank you," you smile, settling into the seat opposite of him. "I like your ponytail."

"Oh," his hands reach up instinctively to his hair, tugging slightly at the ends of it. "It kept getting in my eyes so I tied it up."

"It suits you," you smile softly, and Hyunjin finds that the galaxy's stars are all shimmering in your eyes. He imagines the milky way weeping for the loss of its twinkling lights; but they look prettier in you, he thinks.

"How did you know I was here?" he asks, bringing the sweet drink to his mouth.

"Changbin told me," you reply.

Hyunjin nods, his eyes holding yours over the rim of his cup. He's nervous, a shaky mess from within, and he's unfolding right in front of you.

Two minutes.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Sure."

"Do you believe in love at first sight?"

His question seems to take you off guard. Your eyes slightly widen, before softening around the edges.

"It seems too unrealistic. But I'd like to think it exists. And you?"

"Despite being a hopeless romantic..." Your chuckle interrupts his words, and he finds that the sound of your laugh is much warmer than the drink in his hand. "I never believed in it. Because love is much deeper than a superficial level. It could be infatuation or a crush. But not love," he pauses, idly circling the rim of his cup with his finger. "But then I realized I was wrong."

His eyes captivate yours as he leans back, his sole attention on you. "They don't call it love at the first look, but rather love at first sight... You know, the first time you truly see someone. And I saw you."

Your breath hitches in your throat.

Three minutes.

"I saw you. I see you. how kind, gentle, and full of life you are. How you turn the most mundane sceneries into extraordinary ones, because your eyes are filled with colors we cannot see. But I saw them through you."

He smiles softly, his hand reaching out to the middle of the table, right where yours rested. His thumb gently grazes your palm, as he starts to speak again.

"It hurt me to see you with someone else. But he made you smile, at least at first. And I love your smile, so I was happy for you despite it. Because you deserve joy in your life, even if I'm not the one behind it. But then he hurt you," he pauses, his eyes tightly shut as if it physically pained him to utter these words. "And it hurts me to see you in pain. Because you deserve a love as gentle as you."

Four minutes.

"Hyune..." you trail off, and he shakes his head, a reassuring smile on his face.

"You don't have to say anything. You're confused and still hurt but I just needed you to know that."

"Know what?" you ask breathlessly, your hand now on top of his. You're hanging desperately onto his every word, you needed to hear it.

"That I love you."

Your fingers intertwine with his, and Hyunjin believes he has never truly breathed before this moment.

"I want to love you too, I do," you're quick to say. "You make me feel safe like I could hand you my heart and you wouldn't hurt it. But you also make me feel alive and I regret not seeing you first. Not when my love was still whole and not bruised."

"So you could love me?" he asks, a beaming smile brightening his face.

"I came crying to you because I thought you left me, and I couldn't bear it. You have your answer," you giggle sheepishly.

Five minutes.

"And you want to love me?"

"I do. I want to see you and notice a new detail about you every day. But I'm so scared, Hyunjin."

"It's okay to be scared. I don't want to rush you. I can wait."

"What if you get bored? Or if someone else catches your eye. I can't ask that of you."

Hyunjin squeezes your hand and the thoughts in your head go silent.

"I've waited for months for you. If it's you I get at the end then I can wait for an eternity."

"So you'll do it?" you smile incredulously. "You'll wait by my side?"

"Mm. I will."

Six minutes.

You're both quiet for a while, and he's too lost in you to count down the seconds. But then you clear your throat.

"Can we start waiting tomorrow?" you suddenly ask, walking up to him.

"What do you mean?" Hyunjin questions, the butterflies in him fluttering so intensely he's close to flying away.

"We're both here now," you whisper, as you sit beside him, his thigh brushing against yours. He licks his lips nervously.

"Can I try something?" you ask again, but this time you aren't drunk. You are less heartbroken and more sure of your feelings for him. You want this.

"I'm yours."

Your fingers reach up to cup his face, thumb grazing his cheeks gently. His hands hold your waist, beckoning you closer.

"I see you," you whisper, placing a kiss on the corner of his mouth. "I'm sorry it took me so long to see you."

"Love at first sight," he responds breathlessly as your lips graze his, and his heart threatens to burst out of his chest- they'll find your name carved in his veins.

"I believe in it now, Hyune," you grin, before crashing your lips onto his.

Seven minutes.

There are a lot of things Hyunjin wished he could say to you. Sappy things, like how he believes you invented colors, that it drips down from your fingertips grazing his skin- explaining the red and yellow dots dancing before his closed eyes.

How everything seems to be heightened with you- the taste of the Jasmine tea imprinted on your lips, or the breaths escaping his body, eager to be released and to finally mingle with yours.

Or that he wishes that you were wearing your red lipstick so that your mark on him would last longer. A physical token of what you do to his heart.

But there was also much simpler words he wanted to say, ones that he managed to whisper in between tender kisses- "thank you for seeing me."

One year.

Your arms encircle Hyunjin's broad back, as you rest your cheek on his shoulder blade. "You know it's criminal for you to look this good in a simple white tee," you sigh wistfully, Hyunjin's perfume enveloping you both in an intimate cocoon.

"Good thing I'm yours then," he chuckles and you beam in reply, although he can't see you. Hyunjin is yours- he waited just like he promised he would. And now you're back in his cabin, where it all began, and he's making you Jasmine tea.

"And I am yours," you plant a kiss on his back and he turns around, a wide smile on his face.

There is still a sense of relief you find sometimes in Hyunjin's features when you tell him that you love him. As if he can't still quite believe it, even after a year of dating. It is the look traced on his face right now- a slight awe as he looks down at you.

"You said yes to me," he says so faintly, as if speaking to no one but himself, and you nod, placing a gentle kiss on his wrist.

"I'll always say yes to you."

#ifmymanain'tlikehimimjustgonnadiealone

✧ how he loves you

pairing: soft!sunghoon x reader (fluff)

summary: sunghoon never really believed in love until he was in it, and now that he was, it was everything.

a/n: thank you for 400 followers! this was inspired by something i wrote on my other blog for sakusa kiyoomi (don't ask)

love was powerful; it was strong and capable of change, and sunghoon learned that with you. he firmly believed that love could change someone. 

because it changed him. 

sunghoon never considered love, not really. he liked himself enough but he had never truly loved himself. his entire life, people had told him how talented he was and how handsome he was, but he never truly accepted any of the claims. 

despite his own turmoil, sunghoon loved you. god, he loved you. he loved you more than life; more than the tide loved the moon, more than the plants loved the sun. he loved you more than he ever thought possible. 

and you loved him. god, did you love him. you loved him so much that he had no choice but to love himself just as much. or at least, he tried to. 

he had always hated his fangs; his pointy canine teeth that always made his smile look abnormal. but when you poked them, smiling when they made an appearance, mumbling about how adorable and boyish he looked, sunghoon had no choice but to start loving them. 

he had hated his beauty marks; hated how they were scattered across his face in an organized manner. but when you first kissed them, telling him that “they’re beautiful, hoonie. just as you are” he no longer wanted to scratch them off. all he yearned for now was the days that you sat on his lap and pressed small kisses to the marks on his cheek and nose while playing with his fingers. 

sunghoon was absolutely, hopelessly, completely, passionately, insanely, and desperately in love with you. 

and anyone who had the chance to look at both of you together, would know. 

perhaps the most surprising day of his members’ lives was when they stumbled upon the soft moments between you and sunghoon and had the opportunity to see the way he truly loved you; feverishly and fondly. 

one evening, heeseung had come to practice half and hour early and when he stepped into the practice room, his eyes landed on you and sunghoon in the middle of the barely lit room. you spoke animatedly about something. he watched curiously as sunghoon gently twirled you in circles, smiling when you broke into giggles mid sentence. heeseung’s jaw fell to the floor when you began to twirl sunghoon, trying your best as you stood on your toes and he could only laugh. 

jay had witnessed sunghoon’s love for you when he found him in the dorm’s kitchen, trying to cook you a full course meal because you had a bad day. jay could only stand there with wide eyes as three videos played simultaneously, guiding sunghoon on a single recipe. he watched carefully as sunghoon danced around the kitchen, smiling when his friend added the wrong ingredients with confidence. 

jake had seen sunghoon’s love for you when sunghoon had come into practice with his hair braided, not a single care as the rest of the members stared at him. sunghoon was very possessive about his hair; it being one of the only things he liked best about himself. and to have you braid it–touch it–jake was amazed. even he couldn’t touch sunghoon’s hair without a slap to the hand. 

the younger members had witnessed sunghoon’s overwhelming love for you after a concert, when he jumped off stage and you ran to him, jumping into his arms. jungwon’s mouth was already agape at the sight of someone touching sunghoon in public. riki and sunoo’s eyes widened when sunghoon pressed a kiss to your lips. it was quick, but visible. he was just so happy, and he didn’t mind the audience.

sunghoon loved you in the most selfless way possible; by unconsciously loving himself. 

he loved you by coming to terms with himself, realizing that he had so much to offer when you were perfectly happy with who he was, with what he gave you. 

park sunghoon loved you with his whole heart, and then some. 

laying next to you now, sunghoon had never felt more loved. with your head resting in the crook of his neck and your hand on top of his heart as you pressed soft kisses to his jaw, sunghoon was absolutely sure that you loved him the way he loved you. 

your love had changed sunghoon, and in return, he loved you with everything he had. 

a/n: @pprodsuga for you <3

WHY ARE Y'ALL MAKING ME UGLY SOB EVERYTIME IT'S 2AM

I NEED YOU — LHS (이희승) ☆

SYNOPSIS ▸ you locked yourself in the bathroom when things became overwhelming. nothing could have prepared heeseung for what he saw when he finally managed to break down the door.

GENRE ▸ oneshot, heavy angst, fluff (if u squint really hard)

PAIRING ▸ lee heeseung x fem!reader

WARNINGS ▸ self-doubt, drug overdose (vaguely written & only on hee's pov), brief panic attack, profanity, jungwon of enhypen as heeseung's younger brother, open(?) but happy ending.

WORD COUNT ▸ 3,259 words

PLAYLIST ▸ i need u by enhypen, hold on by chord overstreet, like i need u by keshi, drowning by the lonely tree, shootout by izzamuzzic & julien marchal, i love you by billie eilish. (☆)

AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ user wvnkoi comeback !! is it obvious that i'm not too sure with this fic 😭 i Am new to angst so umm it was really rushed and ya .. ❤️ anyways, i hope u guys enjoy <3 gfx creds to @yeokii love u stink

ONE.

"I can't do more better in helping if you don't tell me what's wrong, Y/N," Heeseung said softly, concerned eyes staring right into your troubled ones.

He had his arms open wide as he slowly inched towards your trembling form, making sure to not get too close, too fast. He didn't want to overwhelm you by invading your personal space, nor did he want to add to your stress by crowding you.

Heeseung knew that he needed to be gentle and patient, giving you enough space to breathe, while also showing you that you could come to him for comfort whenever you needed, and whenever you were ready.

"That's the thing, Hee. I don't know what's wrong," you began with a shaky intake of breath. "I just feel this pit in my stomach, and sometimes it becomes so overwhelming in my head—about everything. About what I'm even doing with my life, if I'm doing enough, if I am enough. I'm overthinking everything, and I just feel so lost and angry for not knowing what's wrong with me. And I—I’m just so tired," you admitted, tears slipping down your cheeks as you ran your palm over your face in frustration.

To see your agitated state, to hear the hurt and frustration in your voice, along with your heavy words, broke Heeseung's heart to pieces.

You didn't need to elaborate on what you meant by 'being tired' because he understood—physically, emotionally, but especially mentally.

Heeseung's frown only deepened as you continued.

"And you can't do better, Heeseung, you don't need to. You've already done so much for me. You've put up with my shit for far too long. I've already put you through so much," you trailed off at the end of your sentence, bottom lip quivering as you stared at him with utter guilt.

The anguish evident on his face pained you deeply. All you desired was to witness his happiness, as that is what he genuinely deserved. However, it appeared that you were no longer providing him with that. You weren't providing him with enough joy, only nights spent with his worry and stress revolving around you.

"I feel like I'm a heavy burden not just to my family, but also to those around me, particularly you."

Heeseung shook his head frantically as he took a few steps forward.

"No, don't say that," he whispered.

Once he reached a safe distance, he gently took your hand in his, his touch soft and comforting.

You let him hold you, your eyes trained on the way your fingers intertwined but never looking up. You couldn't bear to hold his gaze, especially with the obvious sadness swimming in them.

"Angel, look at me," Heeseung coaxed, giving your hands a tender squeeze. 

With a deep intake of breath, you willed yourself to meet his eyes again.

Those brown orbs brought you so much happiness, and to see them filled with everything but, to know that you're the sole reason why they're not coated with that lovely glow, only made you feel guiltier.

"You know that's not true, Y/N," he said firmly, but you only shook your head at him with a soft whimper, his voice unable to break through the loud screams that filled your mind.

"Angel, you are not a burden to me. I'll always be here for you no matter what, remember? Didn't I promise you that, love?" Heeseung tried, both hands going to cup your face as he gently wiped your tears away with his thumb. 

"When I said I wanted to be here for you, with all the joy and the chaos, all the demons we're made of, I meant that with every beat of my heart, Y/N."

"But you deserve so much better, Hee," you croaked, nimble fingers wrapping around his wrists, leaning into his warm touch with your bottom lip jutted out as fresh tears dampened your cheeks once more.

"No, I don't," Heeseung objected.

"You're all I want, all I ever need. Please believe that, believe me, Y/N," he whispered, his forehead pressed up against yours as his eyes held nothing but truth.

Still, it wasn't enough to help subside the roaring demons in your mind.

Not because Heeseung didn't hold any importance or his words any power—no, he's everything to you. But tonight, they just happened to be a lot stronger, the loud and guttural voices. They were blocking anything that was trying to get through to you, blocking the only thing that always seemed to easily get through to you, which was Heeseung.

"I just—I need time to think. I need to be alone Hee, I’m sorry," you muttered under your breath.

Although reluctant, Heeseung nodded, figuring that if that was what you wanted, then he would give it to you.

"Okay," he sighed, placing a tender kiss on your forehead. 

The warmth of his lips on your skin made you close your eyes with a shaky breath. It was a sweet, rather mundane kiss, but it was one that lasted a few seconds longer than normal before he let you go. 

Heeseung's grip around you slowly loosened, your heart growing heavier as you felt his touch gradually disappear.

You quickly turned on your heel with your head down, arms wrapped around your body to stop yourself from crumbling to the floor.

Heeseung hesitantly stood still in his place, a certain feeling in his gut growing as he watched you walk towards the bathroom. 

As you were about to shut the door, his voice stopped you.

"Y/N?" he called out.

You turned around with a hum, meeting those brown orbs you've grown to adore with every inch of you. So many emotions were swimming in them, but only one struck you the most, even more so when he opened those lips to let it out into the air, loud, clear, and sincere.

"I love you."

You gave him a small smile, trying your best to suppress your sobs as more tears ran down your cheek. And softly, you said,

"I love you too, Hee, so much."

There was something about the way your voice trembled that made Heeseung feel even more uneasy, but he decided to let it go, thinking that it was just him stressing over nothing at all.

The bathroom door slamming shut was what he heard next, a frustrated hand running through his hair as he stared at the white-painted wood for a whole minute. With a sharp exhale of breath, Heeseung looked at it for a few seconds more.

Once he heard the running water in the sink, he made his way out of your shared bedroom, his body slumped with a deep frown still intact. His demeanor was quick to catch the attention of his brother, who was sitting on the living room couch, the only other person in the house at the moment.

"Is she okay?"

Heeseung could only flash his brother a sad, forced smile, not speaking any words as he went straight to the kitchen to get you some water and a bit of food.

You hadn't eaten anything yet, and it was worrying him even more.

It wasn't long until Heeseung was back in the bedroom, setting the glass of water and the plate of your favorite sandwich on the nightstand.

The silence that filled the room was uncanny, nervousness slowly coating Heeseung as he stood completely still. His eyes landed on the closed door of the bathroom, a lump forming in his throat as he found the negative thoughts that grew in his mind harder to ignore.

He took long strides towards the door, pressing an ear against the surface as he tried to listen for something, hoping to hear anything.

Heeseung felt his heart quicken its pace as the silence screamed in his ear, his brain quick to jump to horrible, dreadful conclusions.

“Angel? Are you okay in there?" he called out, fingers twitching as his eyes landed on the metal knob.

No response...

"Angel?" Heeseung tried again, his voice even louder, fear growing stronger as he grabbed the doorknob, chills running down his spine once the cold surface touched his skin.

Silence...

"Y/N, if you're not going to answer, I'm kicking this door down," Heeseung growled frantically, his grip on the doorknob tightening as he tried to shake it open.

Nothing...

With an anxious breath, Heeseung walked away until he reached a safe distance, lifting a leg up, and with all his might, kicked the door just by the keyhole, wood snapping in place as it swung open.

Heeseung rushed inside but immediately froze, his blood draining from his whole body at the sight of you, his heart coming to a halt for a full second as he shook his head in utter fear.

"No, no, no," he rushed, scrambling towards your limp, unconscious form on the white-tiled floor. The bottle of painkillers lay right beside you, so close to empty.

Heeseung was breathing rapidly as he pulled you onto his lap, his vision turning blurry as he cleared the hair away from your face.

"Y/N! Wake up, angel, p-please wake up," Heeseung stammered, his fingers shaking as he brought them up to your neck, urgently feeling for your heartbeat.

Cold sweats coated his entire body once he felt a faint one. 

It was there, but barely.

"No, don't—p-please don't leave me!" he cried out, his head pounding as he shifted in his place, adrenaline at an all-time high as he hoisted you up in his arms. 

"Jungwon! Jungwon, please!" Heeseung screamed after his brother as he rushed outside the bathroom and into the hallway, Jungwon rushing towards his brother's voice with sheer worry.

"What's—"

"Start the car! Her breathing is getting slower," Heeseung choked on his words.

The younger didn't waste any time as he bolted towards the kitchen island to grab the keys and went straight to the front door, holding it open until Heeseung was out with you, alarmingly unmoving in his hold.

Once the car door was slammed shut with you and Heeseung in the backseat, Jungwon veered right out of the driveway and drove fast, as if your life depended on it—because it did.

Heeseung kept you close to his heaving chest, mumbling sweet but desperate nothings against your hair, silently praying as he tried his best to contain his shock.

The slower your heart beat, the faster Heeseung's heart raced, your body cold to the touch, his head spinning with dread. Heeseung felt so helpless just staring at your expressionless features, his clammy palms resting on your cheek as he kept talking to you.

"Hold on, I still need you, angel, please hold on," he whispered over and over, hoping that you were able to hear him, hoping that the sound of his voice would stop you from fading into the light.

He was relieved that the drive to the hospital was only five minutes away, but with you lying still, growing colder by the second in his arms, time seemed to slow down, agonizingly slow. There was no doubt that it was the longest, most painful five minutes Heeseung had ever endured in his life.

TWO.

The bright hospital lights blinded Heeseung the moment he rushed inside with you in his arms, his voice hoarse as he screamed for help until the nurses came to your aid. They swiftly took you away on a table, your whole body lying motionless as they checked for your pulse.

Heeseung didn't want to let you go, he didn't want to let you out of his sight in fear that it would be the last time he'd see you with a bit of life left. But despite his protests, he was met by double doors slamming closed in his face.

Both of Heeseung's hands tugged at his hair in pure agitation, his bottom lip caught between his teeth in an attempt to suppress his sobs.

He paced anxiously, his eyes fixed on the door of the room where you disappeared, his lungs struggling to provide oxygen, unable to keep up with his raging heart.

He felt a hand grab his shoulder, unable to see the person as they immediately pulled him into a tight hug. But he didn't need to; he knew who it was. He recognized his brother's embrace by its familiarity.

Heeseung's whole body shook in Jungwon's hold as loud and broken sobs came out of him, his arms wrapping around his brother for mere support, knowing that his legs were about to give out any second.

"I don't want to lose her, I can't lose her, Jungwon, I—" Heeseung felt his throat start to close up, his grip around his younger brother turning vice-like as he gasped for air.

"Hey, hey Heeseung, breathe," Jungwon rushed, grabbing Heeseung's shoulders, pulling him away and holding him at arm's length. "You're alright, just breathe."

Heeseung shut his eyes tight and tried to regain his breathing, calming himself as best as he could. 

A whimper came out of him as he shook his head slowly, opening his eyes to meet Jungwon’s with nothing but utmost fear and pain swimming in them.

"I can't imagine a world without her, I can't—"

"Then don't. You're not losing her, Heeseung. She's going to be fine. She's a very strong girl. You, out of all people, know that," Jungwon reassured, giving his shoulder a squeeze for good measure.

"Fuck, this is all my fault. I shouldn't have left her alone. I knew something wasn't right before she even—I should've tried harder," Heeseung sobbed as he ran his shaking fingers through his hair, his bottom lip quivering as he cast his eyes on the floor in shame.

"Heeseung, you did the best that you could. No one could've seen this coming. Y/N wouldn't want you blaming yourself. You know it hurts her when you blame yourself," Jungwon said softly, rubbing his back comfortingly as he shot him a knowing look.

Heeseung rubbed the nape of his neck as he nodded, his breaths deep and strangled. He pressed his lips into a tight line, refraining from saying another word because Jungwon was right. He knew that you always became even more upset when you saw him blaming himself for something out of his control.

"You just sit here and wait, alright? I'll go get you some water."

He only shot Jungwon a small but thankful smile, the younger lad giving him one last hug before he disappeared down the opposite side of the hallway.

Heeseung cleared his mind and thought of nothing but you being safe.

You are going to be safe, alive, and well, because he wouldn't know what to do with himself if you weren't.

THREE.

It was an hour and a half later until the doctor came out.

Heeseung scrambled to his feet as the doctor began to speak, his nails digging into his palms, creating crescent shapes on the skin as he held his breath, dreadfully waiting for her to deliver the news.

"We've managed to pump all the drugs out of her system. She's stable now but still unconscious," the doctor said.

Heeseung let out a big puff of breath, his whole body relaxing as he felt the weight of the universe lift off his shoulders. He grabbed onto Jungwon for support once he almost lost his balance, just feeling relieved to hear that you were fine, still breathing.

"Is she going to be okay?" Jungwon asked when Heeseung couldn't seem to form any words, the older brother squeezing his shoulder as a way to silently say thank you.

The doctor nodded with a small smile. 

"We still need to keep a close eye on her until she makes a full recovery. There are still a few dangers that can occur, given that she's consumed quite a handful," the doctor cautioned.

Heeseung stood straighter, clearing his throat. "Can I see her?"

"Right this way."

FOUR.

The sound of the soft beeps from the heart rate monitor oddly felt comforting to Heeseung as he entered the room. It was a mixture of relief and hurt the moment his eyes landed on your sleeping form, hooked up to all these wires and tubes as you lay peacefully on the white bed.

He would've just stood still in his place, just staring with a deep frown if Jungwon hadn't given him an encouraging tap on the back. Heeseung flashed him a small smile before Jungwon closed the door, giving Heeseung some time alone with you for as long as he needed.

Slowly, he made his way over to your side, pulling up a chair beside the bed and letting out a shaky breath once he sat down.

It was when he reached over to hold your hand that Heeseung started to bawl his eyes out, his body shaking with full-on sobs as he lifted your nimble fingers and pressed them against his damp, flushed cheek.

"You're okay. You're going to be okay, love," he whimpered, unsure if he was saying those words to reassure you or himself. He turned his head to place a warm, tender kiss on your palm before cupping your hand with both of his, his thumb sweetly stroking the back of it.

"It may sound selfish, but you know I can't just let you go. I'm not that strong. Not as strong as you," Heeseung paused, giving your hand a squeeze, patiently waiting for you to return it.

"So, come on, angel, please come back to me," Heeseung begged, a choked sob following after as his teardrops soaked the white sheets.

"I still need you. I will always need you," he continued, his voice barely above a whisper as he tried his best to keep his breathing steady.

"You're going to wake up and tell me to take you home, yeah?"

"We're going home," Heeseung breathed out with a small nod. "You're going to come back to me, and we're going home." Heeseung's voice broke at the end of his sentence, his head dropping low as he screwed his eyes shut, tears falling continuously.

Heeseung just wanted you back in his arms, safe and warm in the comfort of your shared bed. He longed to hear your hearty laugh echo in the kitchen as you made breakfast together. He wanted to hear your scolding whenever he left dirty clothes on the floor, or the little arguments about whose turn it was to load the dishwasher.

Heeseung just wanted to take you home.

Then, once you did, once you came back home, he would take your hand and make things right, help make things better. With all that he was, all that he had, with every beat of his heart, Heeseung would swear to love you all his life.

"Come home to me, Y/N. I need you."

It was then that Heeseung felt it, the light squeeze around his hand. His head shot up as he looked at you expectantly. Utter joy and relief coated every inch of his being.

The sound of your voice was music to his ears, happiness filling him to the brim once he heard your sweet, lovely voice.

"Heeseung?"

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A/N. ! short drabble for today :) but we got jealous, protective!won for this one, so i hope you enjoy :)

jungwon glared at the boy who seemed to be checking you out from the other end of the coffee shop.

you, of course, happened to be oblivious to it as you were looking interestingly at the menu displayed above the counter before you felt a tug at your sleeve, strong enough to pull you over and straight into jungwon’s hold.

your boyfriend’s hand was now resting securely on your waist, and you followed his eyes which you now noticed were staring down an older boy from across the shop who now diverted his eyes away from you after he realized you were taken.

at the sight, you turned to see a proud smirk growing on jungwon’s lips.

“what just happened?” you asked, entertained, wrapping your arms around your boyfriend’s torso.

“you’re mine,” jungwon whispered.

“what?”

“don’t worry about it,” he told you, pride still written over his face.

you smiled and turned to face the menu again, resting your head on his chest.

“i’m glad to be yours,” you said softly so only jungwon could hear.

he looked at you, a smile rising to his lips before he leaned in, pressing them against the side of your head, squeezing you slightly tighter in his arms in a puppy-love-type-bliss.

and he repeated softly, smiling, “you are mine.”

A/N. despite this being a shorter drabble, i hope you enjoyed ^_^ and as always, feedback and reblogs are always appreciated <3 thanks for reading ^_^ <3

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“fuck… what do i do…” the stressed boy walks back and forth in his hotel room, thoughts running through his head. he finally sat down his bed and placed his hands on his face, feeling embarrassed of what he is about to do.

as a man in his 20s, it was probably embarrassing how he can’t sleep fully alone, hence why he has roommates. although he sleeps alone in his room at home, it was different. it was loud back home, heeseung often playing online with his best friend beomgyu, screaming at each other, so he feels alright knowing someone was there. but here, it was too quiet and it creeped him out.

your head raised up from your pillow as you heard a knock on your hotel room door, halting you from the random cooking show you were watching on the television. grabbing your phone, your eyes squint as the brightness of your phone blinds you, quickly adjusting it down. 2:03 am.

who the hell? you thought, hesitantly getting up from your bed. maybe it’s a drunk person mistaken your room with theirs? or what if it’s a creepy person? gosh you watch too many crime shows.

you let out an airy breath, peaking through the peephole of the white door, feeling relief once you see jay, who seemed to looked bothered.

opening the door, you felt yourself smile at the boy, whose ears were turning red. “i’m sorry, did i wake you?” shaking your head, you glanced back behind you, the television playing in the background. "no, i couldn't really sleep... same for you?"

he nodded, scratching the back of his neck. "um, do you think, uh..."

you tilted your head as the boy struggles with his words, making your heart flutter. it's cute how your boyfriend still feels shy around you. "what is it, jay?"

"can i sleep with you? i mean, next to you? if that's alright,"

you let out a giggle, nodding softly.

you gently took his hand in yours, rubbing your thumb on the back of his hand. “come in.” you pulled the boy in your room, before you let go of his hand to crawl back under your covers, patting the empty space next to you.

jay took no time and crawled beside you, already feeling comfortable compared to earlier when he was by himself. you looked at your boyfriend, seeing how much space he left for you, making your heart flutter. he was such a gentleman, and you love how he always ask you when it comes to intimacy things.

it’s a first time for you two as a couple to be traveling together, and this is also the first time you both get to be on the same… well, bed.

glancing at the boy who already was looking at you, giving you a slight smile. he wanted to be sure you were comfortable of him being there.

“you know you can come closer. we can cuddle.” you whispered the last part, feeling your heart beating out of your chest. “alright, only because you say so.” he responds.

he scooted closer, his arm lifted up, unsure where to place it, making you smile. taking his arm, you draped it over your waist, snuggling closer to his body. your arm have also wrapped itself around his waist, feeling comfy.

you were so close to him that he could feel your breath fanning on his neck, making him giddy. you felt his hand began stroking your lower back lightly, moving his head a bit so he could face you, wanting to see your face.

you look so beautiful, even without your usual makeup on. the way he looks at you makes you melt. he was admiring you like you were a piece of art, which he thinks you are. “how are you so beautiful?” he whispered, his hand finding its way to your cheek, stroking it softly with his thumb, making your eyes flutter.

although you had been dating for quite a while, you were still at that stage where you two were taking things slow, even kissing each other took a while. so this is still a very nerve-racking thing.

you slowly leaned towards the boy, pressing your lips on his, feeling him kiss back, his arm around your waist tightens. "i'm literally the luckiest man in the world, you know that?" that made your stomach flip, smiling into the kiss.

he held you as if it was the end of the world, not wanting to let you go. "i love you." he loves you, a lot. he knew that the moment he saw you, and he wasn't afraid to say it. you, on the other hand, know that you feel something special for him, but you aren't ready to say those three words yet, and you feel guilty.

"you're thinking about it again." jay pulls from the kiss, staring into your eyes. "i told you that it's okay if you don't say it. i can wait. i don't care how long it takes."

"sorry, it's just i feel horrible. i-" you looked down for a second before his hand lifted your chin, seeing him smile at you softly. "i will wait. i will always wait when it comes to you." you nodded and felt him stroke your hair.

jay kept stroking your hair, humming a song to you as your eyes slowly closed, sleep taking over you.

"i'll keep waiting for you." he mumbled into your hair as he held you. and he means it because, to him, you're always worth waiting for.

he soon quickly drifted into sleep after you, holding each other, comfy in each other's presence.

── that feeling when

enhypen x gn!reader | fluff

a/n: inspired by their newest song tfw (that feeling when), it's a cute song so this came out of listening to it and reading the english lyrics. basically just sweet or cute moments with enhypen! this is also my 100 followers celebration post! tysm for the support even after i switched blogs, i'm forever grateful for everyone. anyways hope you enjoy as always, and more under the cut ♡

heeseung

heeseung hands you a cold can of soda, plopping beside you and the fan you've settled near. it's really hot out and the two of you have taken refuge near the cold wind from the fan. he wipes the beads of sweat from his forehead as he leans on your own head. the soft buzz from the cicadas can be heard as you both enjoy the clear skies from your bedroom window. you take a sip of your drink while fanning yourself in an attempt to cool down. "you know what would help us cool off?" he starts, your eyes meeting his own as he speaks. you raise your brow in confusion, wondering what could be going through his head. "don't look at me like that, I was just gonna suggest making shaved ice desserts" he suggests, mirroring your furrowed brow. you blush immediately and his words and shake your furiously before shoving him away playfully. "w-whatever let's just go make something cold to eat" you stutter, your playful boyfriend following after you with a chuckle. he reaches for your arm, pulling you back to him to press a quick to your forehead, just so he can see your embarrassed face and redden cheeks. (but you didn't hear that from me)

jay

you're studying in the living room, humming to yourself as you go over your notes for what feels like the 3rd time that hour. you're sitting on the rug in front of the couch, your headphones quietly playing your study playlists. jay was sleeping in the bedroom, recovering from working late from the night before. as much as you wanted to continue sleeping beside him, tests we're coming up and just wanted to get over studying for the rest of the day and without bothering him. at least that's what you thought, your normally heavy sleeper of a boyfriend stood near the arm of the couch, his eye mask messily resting on his forehead and his hand scratching the back of his neck. you met his tired eyes, unable to figure out what he was thinking. "sorry jay, i don't i was being too loud but i'll keep it down" you apologize quickly, which is met with a quick shake of his head. "just wanted to be near you" he mumbles, taking his spot on the couch and laying down. his hand rests on your shoulder and he presses a quick kiss to your forehead before getting comfortable and closing his eyes. you blush, silently continuing your studying but leaning your head on his hand gently. yeah, i guess you wanted him to be near you too.

jake

"hurry jake!" you tug jake by his arms towards the carnival entrance, already excited to go on the corny rides and enjoy the food. he wears a bright smile mirroring yours, just as excited as you to finally go on this type of dates. it was a cool summer day, wind dancing with you as you make it to the viking coaster while swinging your linked hands together. your smiles don't waver the entire day, infectious laughter following suit. you swear you've gone on all the rides at this point so you finally you pull him away for a break; jake leans against a tree on edge of carnival lot with you leaning against him. a frozen drink in your hand, a soft happy sigh leaving your lips. the evening brings a warm sunset to greet you both, jake wrapping his arms around your torso and resting his head on your shoulder blade. you both are silent as listen to the carnival music and chatter of the others, quietly enjoying the feeling of being close to one another.

sunghoon

"sunghoon stop it!" you laugh, returning the water being splashed at your by your boyfriend who's also sharing your laughter. it's the summertime, and the two of you are cooling off in the water at the beach. he said would play nice during the car ride, but clearly wasn't by how soaked you were without even diving into the water. you attempt to get away from him, spotting your beach towels and the bright red umbrella where your items stayed. "where do you think you're going?" he asks with a smug grin, tackling you and falling into the water with you. he holds you close as you both come back for air, arms looping around your waist loosely. you glare at him playfully, though mirroring his bright smile as you cups his cheeks for a quick kiss. which leads to another, and another... till you exact your revenge by splashing his face. though you finally settle it when he buys you mango shaved ice from the food stalls, a hopeful holding the icy treat with his lips puckered playfully. you roll your eyes, peck his lips a few times before tugging him towards a place to sit.

sunoo

"sunoo stop taking photos and hurry up" you whine as you turn around to your boyfriend no longer right beside you but at the crosswalk, sunoo looking at you apologetically before catching up with you. he smiles to himself at the photos he took of you, already thinking of which one to make his new wallpaper and the one he'd print onto a polaroid to add to the others in his album. he just really enjoyed taking photos, especially ones of you that just took a snapshot of what he was so lucky to see on a daily basis. you always rant to him about how he should stick to taking selfies, which he rolls his eyes at. "i'm your number one fan (y/n) so i'm just making sure you know how beautiful you look" he replies nonchalantly, showing you one of the many photos he was already favouriting. totally doesn't skip over the videos he has of you snoring, i don't know what you're talking about.

jungwon

jungwon watches as you get excited as you near the arcade, holding his hand a bit tighter as you finally stand in front of the neon lights signaling the entrance. he swears the same look doesn't leave your face as go around to see what games and prizes were to be won at the price counter. "jungwon we have to win that" you point eagerly at the plush penguin with a bowtie. he laughs as he follows you around, celebrating each win with small pecks to your lips. it did take a few tries, but the both of you finally manage to get the said plush. you happily pose with it for a photo with him, your smile making his heart swell. he pats you on the head, "so lets get some ice cream?" he suggested, already following after your figure in what he assumed was the direction of the ice cream shop. he let out a laugh, watching you dance on the empty streets with your plushie as your dance partner. the light illuminating your path and jungwon's just admiring you for a bit. 'yeah, this feeling was nice' he thought to himself, before jogging ahead to catch up with you.

niki

you're on the rooftop of your highschool, enjoying the soft wind and the spring weather. you're laying in his lap while niki reads the latest manga he's gotten from the store the day before, while snacking on gummy bears as you both enjoy each other's presence. you feel goosebumps form on your arms, the strong breeze tickling your skin as you gaze upwards at the sky. you poke his thigh a few times, niki already hovering a few of the candies near your mouth. you snack on them happily as he doesn't spare a glance, only moving his eyes away from his manga when you comment on the cat shaped cloud moving through the sky. though he doesn't look upwards, but towards your innocent face and your sparkling eyes. he smiles warmly, leaning down to kiss your forehead before humming in response to your words. he feels at peace when he enjoys his afternoons with you.

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