Public Display Of Affection.

୨꣒ ｡ㅤ｡ㅤpublic display of affection.

엔하이픈 ୨୧ female reader one thousand established relationship ⠀⎯⠀⠀ kissing skinship ( other )

heeseung

without any sort of warning and at the most haphazard time, would slap his hand on your thigh. not hard enough to hurt you but hard enough to make you jolt as you listen to your friends talk.

would love to put his chin on top of your head. during a hug or just by walking ridiculously close to you, body hitting yours, giggling with you.

would pull you in his embrace whenever he feels like you are getting embarrassed, over a silly joke or because you did something you find shameful for. would coo a pet name in your ear while he rocks your bodies side to side.

would always feed you a bite of his food whenever you are out to eat. at the beginning of your relationship, it would make you a bit shy. however, you will grew used to it.

jongseong

would have that habit of, whenever you have to sit in a room with a bunch of people in it, pull you on his laps without thinking too much about it. which you grew accustomed to.

when you talk, sliding his hand on the back of your head and humming while you talk. the public around you would fade, his lips would find your forehead gently.

would slap your butt slightly when no one is looking— with no thoughts except teasing you a bit. eyes staring directly into your widened ones before giving you a peck on your agape mouth.

would drap his arm around your shoulder, after switching your position so he can be by the side of he road, pulling you close and kissing the top of your head.

jaeyun

obviously would love when you wear jeans or any pants with pockets in the back. especially because he would be able to slide his hand in it, so smoothly, you would barely notice.

would wrap his arms around you whenever he feels like it, giving you a warm back hug during your conversation with one of your colleagues. putting his chin on your shoulder, giving you a peck on the neck.

would whisper things in your ear that never fails to make you giggle. which would tend to annoy the people around you at first, thinking that you are both making fun of them. but really, he would just compliment you.

would be beyond dramatic if he has to leave you. leaving pecks on your lips over and over — claiming that he would leave after another one. and, would definitely send you kisses as he gets out of your sight.

sunghoon

would slide his fingers in between yours and kiss your hand gently. there would be a ticklish, vibrant-like feeling against your skin as he hums along your words.

would love to randomly bump into you, and proceed to act like nothing happened as he stays glued to you after doing so. looking straight in front of him, he would continue to walk while talking you with him.

would put his hand on your lower back, always. it would be like a must for him; to prevent you from falling when you walk or rub his thumb against your clothing to give you some reassurance.

as he would stand a few meters away from you, with no sort of physical contacts, his gaze would linger on you. a charming wink will he sent to you when you would make eye contact.

sunoo

would lean on your really often. his head especially, just because he would feel like it. his hand would find your waist and he would pull closer, his eyes would shut close, his cheek would rest on your shoulder.

would play with your hair as you talk. patting your head or twirling a strand around his finger with s lovesick smile spreading across his face.

as you walk, would present you his arm so you can lock it with him. it would be his favorite way of moving outside, because you can lean on him while you laugh and he can whisper in your ear.

always would shower in compliments in front of everyone who wants to hear it, or even those who doesn’t. ‘she is so cute right’ or ‘her hair are beautiful’ slipping from out before he would even realize it.

jungwon

would have his hand all over you, all the time, any time. your waist would be the object of his obsession. would hold it affectionately, rub it reassuringly, squeeze it protectively—would never let go.

would love to fidget with your fingers, the on it rings, the jewelry around your wrist or the one around your neck while he listens to you talk.

wouldn’t wait for anyone to look for taking the opportunity to kiss your neck, or your shoulder. would contemplate these specific spots until his eyes start burning before putting his lips on them.

would love to draw circles with his fingertips on the back of your hand or right in the center of your palm. which would often tickle you.

riki

would have that feeling of crumbling to pieces if he is one centimeter away from you. following you around as if he was a little duck, would hold your hand firmly as if you might vanish he doesn’t.

gaze lingering on you, a sweet smile toying on his lips, nodding while you talk. would get suddenly shy when you catch him, even more than usual with the people surrounding you, and would his his face in your shoulder as he giggles.

would often be extremely immersed in his chatting with his friends. but when he suddenly remembers that you are there— he wouldn’t be able to, to be frank— would turn to you and cup you face gently and ask you if you are okay.

when sitting next to you, would press his thighs against yours gently. although, he would certainly already be holding your hand— he would love being pressed against you.

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lips on lips.

엔하이픈 형선 ୨୧ female reader three hundred non-idol au fluff established relationship + cw. not proof-read skinship kissing ( other )

heeseung

during a any kind of social event, while your friends are too busy debating on whatever subject they choose that day, he discreetly ask for a kiss.

pecks that lingers for a little too long, his lips desperately following yours as you start to pull away, forgetting that there are people around you.

planting kisses on right behind your ear, nose nuzzling over the scent of your heaven-sent perfume. lips smiling against your skin when you tell him it tickles.

jongseong

hand on the back of your head while your lips collide, pressing your face against his— wanting you impossibly closer.

hums against your mouth as he listens to you talk. leaving kisses on your pretty lips as a sign if agreement to what you are saying.

soft morning forehead kisses, you respond to them with a whine— still half asleep. not being able to not kiss you despite the fact that neither of you brushed their teeth.

jaeyun

coming from behind you, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist, rocking your bodies from side to side in a sweet and slow motion as his lips lands on your cheek.

adores to give peck to every part of your pretty face, cupping your face and telling you how gorgeous your are between each one.

the type of kisses where teeth collide. where the little hum you do when you stop, fills his body with electricity. where your hand in his hair, never fails to make him blush a little.

sunghoon

cornering you between the kitchen’s counter and his body, both hands resting on the furniture and right next to your hips— looking down at you and making you put yourself on your tiptoe to follow his mouth.

starting from the nape of your neck, to your jawline. kissing the same spot over and over, the sound of his agreeing murmurs vibrating against your skin.

gaze locking with yours after pulling away; lips shallowed, red and a bit glowy because of your lip combo. a smirk toying on the edge of his mouth, showing off one of his fangs as he watches you.

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𝓜𝐒. & 𝐌𝐑. 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓 ୨୧ 𝐏𝐒𝐇

(𝓹airing) — psh x fmr ꣑୧ 𝓯renemies to lovers ; fluff, profanity, & lots of kissing (𝔀ordcount) one-thousand five-hundred forty 𝓹eng's note. these pics. #iWantThat 𝓫ookshelf

𝓼ynopsis. seeing your ex in public leads to hiding in a small photobooth with your annoying student council vice president park sunghoon

“you’re late,” sunghoon says in the most agitating voice possible as you walk through the classroom door.

“i wouldn’t be late if you did your job,” you huff, walking right up to the desk he sat at and dropping the bags of decorations you had picked up from the party supplies store.

“hey! i said i would pick those up!” he says annoyed, sifting through everything you brought.

“mrs. kim said we needed them by today! why the fuck were you just sitting around?” 

“geez, loosen up,” the boy gets up from his seat, his tall body looming over yours. “let’s just go decorate the gym.”

the two of you split up the bags of party supplies and headed towards the gym where the rest of the council and student volunteers were waiting. 

setting up for the fundraiser was easy until you and sunghoon started yelling at each other over which color streamers should be used over the doorway. 

jake had to drag you away by the shoulders to come to help him with the balloons. sunghoon felt a bitter taste when he saw jake with his arm around your shoulder but decided to ignore it. 

“hoon,” jungwon calls out. “we’re out of balloons!”

“that’s why i should have bought the decorations…” sunghoon mutters under his breath before walking up to where you and jake were giggling. 

sunghoon walks up behind you and places a hand on your shoulder. “we have to go back to the store.” he whispers in your ear. 

you freeze at his touch but nod and say goodbye to jake. he lets go of you and the two of you walk out the exit leading to the parking lot.

the two of you get into sunghoon’s car and he drives off to the mall. 

there’s an awkward silence between the both of you, which you can’t decide if you like bantering with him over it. there’s so much tension due to sunghoon’s lingering touch from earlier.

once inside the mall, you quietly walked side by side into the automatic doors. 

only a few feet from the party supplies stores you halt. spotting your ex-boyfriend and old friend seemingly on a date.

“sunghoon,” you whisper, tapping on his shoulder. “do you see what i see?”

he rolls his eyes at you finally breaking the silence but then looks up to see for himself. once he does that the two seem to have had the same idea, making eye contact with the other.

“oh shit they saw us,” he panics, grabbing your hand and pulling you into the photo booth you were conveniently standing next to.   

the photo booth is small. way too small. sunghoon is already sitting as you uncomfortably sit on the ledge with your legs peeking out from the curtain. 

“get up,” he instructs. 

“what?” you raise an eyebrow. “i’m not letting them see me again! especially not with you!”

“i meant like come here,” sunghoon grabs you and settles you on his lap, so the both of you fit into the small space.

“oh my god, what if they come over here!” you panic resting your hands on his shoulders. “this is bad! especially since i’m with you of all people-”

“with me?” sunghoon questions. 

“well, like when we were dating, he always thought you had a crush on me, which isn’t impossible! i had to keep reassuring him but he never believed me! like me and you are barely even friends-” you ramble, balling sunghoon’s shirt in your fists as you freak out. 

“woah, calm down,” he tells you, prying your hands from his uniform so you don’t wrinkle it. “it’s not like they’ll come to talk to us.”

just as the words left his mouth the sound of two sets of footsteps were picked up by your ears. you started to become overwhelmingly nervous. it was the first time seeing your ex-boyfriend since the split and the fact your childhood best friend was on a date with him. 

even if you drifted, shouldn’t she have some sense of girl code?

“you’re shaking,” sunghoon stares at you. 

“no i’m not!” you shake your head, your heartbeat being undeniably fast. “but like i haven’t had a date since him and that’s kind of sad for me-”

“i swear i saw her,” the familiar voice of your old friend says, sounding so close. “it could have been anyone though.”

“no, i saw her and that motherfucker,” your ex hisses. 

“wow, i’m ‘motherfucker’,” sunghoon whispers, rolling his eyes.

“if he made a move on her i swear.”

“hey, i have an idea,” he says in your ear. 

sunghoon reaches for his phone out of his pocket, holding you close as he leans over slightly to pay the machine for a photo. the screen activates after processing his card and he selects a random frame. 

the camera starts going and you sit confused as sunghoon starts posing. you can’t help but watch him. he always looks pretty but you must admit he knows how to pose. 

you peek over to the curtain to see two pairs of legs standing outside the photo booth. you can only assume it’s them. 

“you weren’t looking in any of them,” sunghoon recalls, pressing print on the screen. 

“oh, sorry,” you turn your attention back to him. 

“it’s fine, let's do another one,” he says nonchalantly as he pays for another photo strip.

this time sunghoon shifts in his spot, making it so that your face can be seen on the screen without having to turn you around in his lap.

you awkwardly copy sunghoon’s poses until by the second to last picture you hear him again.

“that fucker is in the photo booth,” the male voice outside says, seeing as he drops the photo strip back into where it fell from. 

“come closer,” he tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear. 

“fine,” you lean onto him. “but don’t show my face too much. i’m not wearing concealer today.”

“you look just as pretty,” sunghoon leans closer so your lips barely brush the others. “maybe even prettier than usual.”

he brings his thumb to your bottom lip, gently stroking it before closing the gap. 

you hate to admit it but kissing sunghoon was everything you expected and more. you’ve caught yourself daydreaming about his lips on yours during one-on-one meetings in the conference room. when his hair is still damp from his after-shower practice and his face is still slightly flushed.

park sunghoon can make you mad, especially when he got secretary over you in freshman year. but you cannot deny that even when bitter about the council's choice you wanted to kiss that proud smile on his face. 

he made you mad when he stole your posters when you were running for secretary again the next year. but after he found you crying in the far stairwell he explained he only did that because he thinks you should run for president instead. sunghoon even pulled out another stack of flyers he made for you that he spent the whole night doing.

the sunghoon that got you both kicked out of a council meeting for arguing with each other is the same sunghoon with his lips molded perfectly against yours. 

the same boy that had you studying your ass off when class ranks came out, since he’s your only competition, is the same boy in front of you now with his lips locked on yours.

you start to feel dizzy by the decreased amount of air in your lungs by the minute but you can’t bring yourself to let go just yet. when you start seeing black specs dotting your vision you finally pull away to see a heavily panting sunghoon with a flushed face. 

“sorry,” sunghoon apologizes as he catches his breath.

your heart sinks. he only kissed you to distract you and probably so your ex will see the photos when they print.

“oh,” you fight the frown threatening to appear on your face. “it’s okay. he’s probably gone now.”

“i would have asked for your permission but you looked really stressed and i thought it would help you get your mind off your asshole ex.”

“thanks,” you say with a pout sunghoon finds adorable.

“you still seem sad,” he pokes at your sides, making you squirm in his hold. “maybe another kiss?”

“maybe,” you say shyly. 

sunghoon is out forty dollars by the time you and he are done kissing in the photo booth. he kept mindlessly swiping his card as his lips stayed on yours to prevent anyone from kicking you two out since you were there for a considerable amount of time.

you’re interrupted by sunghoon’s phone ringing profusely. 

“where are you two?” jungwon asks in a panic. “we need those balloons.”

“traffic,” sunghoon says as you plant a line of kisses down his neck, hands tangled in the hair at his nape.

“hurry up,” jungwon advises him.

you and sunghoon return to school an hour and a half after you originally left. with a bag of balloons and a stack of photo strips. most of them capturing purely just of you two making out.

when stepping foot in the gym and you go over to hand jungwon the balloons he so desperately needed. he quickly notices the matching hickeys forming on both your necks and how disheveled your uniforms and hair appear.

“traffic huh?” jungwon asks as his eyes flicker between both of you.

"lots," you nod as you walk away to help minjeong tie balloons.

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