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lol my lowkey not so lowkey competitive self was in RAGE WHEN HYBE WINS IN THE END LIKE PLS IDBEJEIEB I NEED TO WIN LOL

but anyways THIS IS SO CUTE LIKE when can i have friends that can be matured enough to realize their mistakes without thinking of their pride, the whole 'taking serious of the rivalry' shit is so not it but im glad they had truce at the end

ynwon is so cute ughhh AND IM STILL LAUGHING WITH THE HEESUS VERIFIED ACC LMAO THAT SHI IS FUNNY

also idk but i kinda avoid to read this smau at first, dk what's gotten into me but im glad i finally read this

all clear! － yang jungwon.

synopsis: for as long as you’ve been on jyp university’s badminton team, your team’s main rivals have been hybe university. the rivalry goes way back, and as the team captain, you’re well aware of your team’s disdain towards the hybe team - but it just so happens that you’re secretly dating hybe’s team captain, yang jungwon. and since tournament season is coming up soon, the rivalry between hybe and jyp is stronger than ever, and you and jungwon both know that if the secret got out, conflicts would arise. you’ve heard of enemies pretending to be lovers, but have you heard of lovers pretending to be enemies?  genre: smau, fluff, crack, angst but only a teeny bit i Think, secret relationship pairing: badminton team captain! jungwon x badminton team captain fem! reader warnings: swearing, some players on the hybe / jyp team arent actually under those companies irl its just for Plot, ages are adjusted slightly bc . theyre in university, ignore timestamps featuring: enhypen, various members of nct, aespa, ive, itzy, txt, twice, stray kids & stayc release date: december 25th. merry christmas from me

STATUS: complete!

PROLOGUE. PROFILES: one / two / three

ONE － i thought u were an atheist TWO － i think ur rlly pretty THREE － jesus fanclub FOUR － make up make out i mean What?! FIVE － just lied on the tl SIX － winks smizes SEVEN － my little meow meow EIGHT － jurassic park NINE － what if they try to k word each other TEN － serving looks or ELEVEN  － i hope my next blink is my last TWELVE － oh so u think ur spiderman THIRTEEN － please elaborate FOURTEEN － pegasus megasus FIFTEEN － the sunoo was too stunned to speak SIXTEEN － pissbaby the 6th SEVENTEEN － so i was the third wheel EIGHTEEN － shuttle?? like a bus?? NINETEEN － as in dating or hallucinations TWENTY － aiming shuttles TWENTY ONE － fuck ur plans TWENTY TWO － fainting TWENTY THREE － doodoo behaviour TWENTY FOUR － no ragrets  TWENTY FIVE － group therapy TWENTY SIX － apologies  TWENTY SEVEN － 4lyfers

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IDVSISISIS THIS IS SO UGGGGGH IN A GOOD WAY

like i rlly thought it's giselle but MY JAW LITERALLY DROP WHEN IT'S NINGNING LIKEEEEE PLS I DIDNT EXPECT THAT

and this became somewhat a poly if u squint this is too cute omg

NOT TO MENTION, MAS KINILIG AKO SA ENDING NI HEE 🤭 AFTER I READ JAKE I READ HEE AND AHHHH MY HEART CAN'T TAKE IT. cant believe that side ship (heexyn) will have an impact though they only have like 2 chapters 😭

tbh, i love this!!!! proud of myself that i encourage myself to read this bcuz at first im kinda skeptical with the besties boyfriend thing 😭 but yeah, i like it so MUCH

Pick & Choose Masterlist

Synopsis: Finding your soulmate seems like a dream come true right? Wrong, because finding out it’s your best friends boyfriend was just the beginning to the end. To make things worse, you weren’t the only one longing for someone you thought you’d never have.

Genre: soulmates au, high school au, fluff, angst, heartbreak, love square (?)

Pairings: jake sim x giselle, jake x female!reader, Sunghoon x female!reader, members of txt, members of enhypen, members of aespa

Warnings: mentions of swearing, mentions of cheating

Release date: 10/01/21

Status: completed

©︎ liliansun

Art enthusiasts | Soccer Team | Photography club

01 l Ouch

02 | Pick me boy

03 | Who’s Sunghoon?

04 | Painfully obvious

05 | Not good enough

06 | Good luck charm

07 | Artgraphy

08 | ‘Til death, we do art

09 | Second place

10 | Hate all men

11 | Butterfly (written)

12 | Jake or Sunghoon

13 | Fight for you

14 | Confess

15 | We want you

16 | Off-brand Draco

17 | Box dye blondie

18 | Not perfect like you

19 | All go away, Right? (p. written)

20 | Not sorry :)

21 | Sugar daddy pls

22 | Go kiss Sunghoon

23 | Mrs. Sim?

24 | That’s my boyfie

25 | I’m good looking

26 | Something feels off pt. 1

27 | I love you too boyfie pt. 2

28 | Snowflake

29 | We need to talk

30 | Childhood crush

31 | This feels wrong

32 | Jayla supremacy

33 | See you around

34 | Pick or choose

Epilogue: I choose, [ Jake ] [ Sunghoon ] [ Heeseung ]

extras: [ #teamheeseung ] [ mmhm ]

A/N: I wanna thank everyone who read this au, went along on the ride with me, helped inspire me to spark new ideas within the au and gave me wonderful feedback & supported me. It means a lot, I look forward to writing for you all and I hope we can enjoy this together again <3

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me having a trust issue would definitely have a hard tim forgiving hee from what he did, he's an asshole but got his redemption card still love him though

⌗ ༅ * . • ♡ HATE THAT …

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ❝we shouldn’t speak about this with anyone❞ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ❝glad we agree on one thing❞

pairing: lee heeseung x fem!reader

synopsis: what would the students of belift hanyang high school think when they hear the news about a certain trip after finals? y/n and heeseung have been enemies since forever. how can a simple trip change their dynamics?

genere: smau + written chapters, high school au, winter au, romance, angst, fluff, humor and their crackhead behavior ig

trope: enemies to lovers

warnings: bad behavior (?), cursing, dirty/inappropriate jokes

featuring: the rest of enhypen, aespa ningning (+ some nct johnny & yuta and txt yeonjun nominations lol)

status: completed

a/n: the ages have been adjusted to fit the high school setting and don’t mind the time stamps !! also idk why i put their birthdays in the twt profiles let’s just pretend they ain’t there,, anyway let’s begin !

profiles 1 ❆ profiles 2

# 1 ➩ ni-ki cancelled era

# 2 ➩ say sike right now

# 3 ➩ so that’s what’s up

# 4 ➩ kind of awkward

# 5 ➩ ain’t this your house?

# 6 ➩ been there done that

# 7 ➩ deja vu (+written)

# 8 ➩ jealousy is a disease

# 9 ➩ staring contest (?) (+written)

# 10 ➩ riki let me in !

# 11 ➩ we are not a team !

# 12 ➩ operation mj

# 13 ➩ now niki knows !!

# 14 ➩ fucking technology (+written)

# 15 ➩ “yeah, shampoo”

# 16 ➩ boo boo the fool

# 17 ➩ besties era (?)

# 18 ➩ revive the past (+written)

# 19 ➩ inhuman noises

# 20 ➩ buying heeseung

# 21 ➩ shakira in disguise?

# 22 ➩ wide adwake (+written)

# 23 ➩ snowsquares

©heesplanet. all rights reserved. please don’t repost, plagiarize and translate. likes and reblogs are much appreciated ♡

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PJS ☆ OF SCARFS AND KISSES

park jongseong x reader. established relationship au; fluff. 1.2k word count. song: vacation by sweet the kid ☆

summary. jay thought it would be a great idea to make a gift made by himself for once. except, he's never done any needlework before, but that's just how much he loves you.

a/n. supposed to write a 02z headcanon but jay's got so long so here it is!

jay wanted to give you a gift.

there wasn't any special occasion for the matter nor did it hold any meaning to it. simply put, he just wanted to pour you endless buckets of his love. that was why his favorite was the act of giving and another reason as to why he gives you so many things that it was impossible to count with your hands alone.

truth be told, jay could get you anything you wanted no matter the cost. but this time, he wanted to give you something special—something different and unparalleled that even the world could not offer. the idea seemed illogical, yet as a thought crossed jay’s mind, the answer was actually simple.

now that would be priceless (both figuratively and literally).

which led jay to try the art of knitting. although, he probably should’ve thought twice before being blinded by his excitement because who knew knitting was this hard?

which led jay to try the art of knitting. although, he probably should’ve thought twice before being blinded by his excitement because who knew knitting was this hard?

jay could’ve asked you for help, but he wanted to surprise you. it was wearisome enough to learn knitting behind your back when you only leave home for work during weekdays.

with two needles on his hands and yarn in between, jay’s lips never failed to let out a sigh every once in a while. he couldn't form at least a single loop and jay was quite the impatient man. at this point, wasting ten yarns would be an understatement. defenestrating out the window seemed tempting.

groaning, jay considered giving up, but a silent voice in his mind told him otherwise—the image of you and your smile being replayed over and over in his head like a projector replaying the same scene of a movie he would never get tired of.

if he knitted you a scarf, would you hug him so hard you would knock the breath out of his lungs? would you smile and pepper him kisses all over, mouthing praises and mutters of how proud you are in between?

he wanted to find out.

filled with determination and willpower, he continued. and in just a few weeks, jay started to get the hang of it. forming a continuous string of loops and patterns that create fabric, he started to find the peace and comfort people found in it. he was patient as he does his craft at the thought of you, sewing in patches of his heart and adoration into every loop and every stitch with care.

weeks turned into months when he was finally done with his first knitted scarf. clasping tightly onto it, he was too excited for you to come home that as soon as you arrive, you thought that your heart jumped out of your body. because once you opened the door, there he was standing in front of you as if he had been expecting you since hours ago. you didn't even ring the doorbell.

“what are you-”

“surprise!” jay raised his hand, clutching onto the scarf as he waved it for you to see. “is it pretty? i made it just for you, love.”

he gazed over to you, eyes wide and anticipating your reaction.

your mouth hung open in astonishment, “you made that?”

“of course! it’s just too long, though. i was so focused while knitting that i forgot when to stop.”

“what… how… since when?” your hand traced over the scarf, taking in the feeling of every stitch on the tips of your fingers, feather-like to the touch. the design didn’t have any cute flower patterns nor did it have strikingly multiple colors that could almost form a rainbow.

it was just a plain gray scarf. nothing unusual except for the fact that it’s too long that it almost reached your knees. yet, you would undeniably agree with jay and think that it was a pretty scarf. no, it was the prettiest scarf to ever exist and you were fortunate enough to get your hands on it.

“i knitted whenever you’re out so i could surprise you. i think it took me around… 2 months?” he raised a brow in thought.

god, he was in love with you.

sure, it was normal for him to give you gifts now and then, but one made by himself? it was a first, and you could already imagine a grumpy jay sitting on the carpet with tools scattered across the floor. and you appreciate it. you appreciate every time, every effort, and every hard work he had put into making the gift.

although teasing him a little bit would be fun.

“2 months? it makes sense. it’s summer already. how can i wear it under the heat, love?” you remarked playfully.

jay pouted like a child, “wear it, please? i wanna see you with it.”

you chuckled at his expression, heart slowly melting into a puddle. he knew his pout would always make you go weak in the knees. “fine, i’ll try it even though it’s like, what, 40 degrees outside. give it to me.”

when you lend out your hand in anticipation, jay ignored it and stepped forward instead until there was only a little bit of space between you two. “let me be the one to put it on you.”

frozen and stunned, you lost your ability to move as if you were put under a spell—jay’s captivating spell. bending down, he leaned forward, looping the scarf around your neck as if you were a present being carefully wrapped. and in the process, you felt his breath mere inches away tickling your skin.

time felt slow, too slow.

after what seemed like an eternity, jay finally moved back and admired you like a work of art. “does it look good?” you asked him, curious as to how he viewed you in his eyes as you fiddled with the fabric.

“definitely. i had to wrap the scarf around you many times because of the length, but it looks lovelier now that you’re wearing it.” jay did not lie. with your neck being covered in multiple layers of his scarf, your cheeks were also buried underneath. you look too cute, and jay could only feel giddy at the sight.

“thank you so much, jay. i’m so proud of you. i’ll make sure to use it every day,” you joked. all of a sudden, you came to a realization. “oh, but i have to pay you back. i can’t always be on the receiving end. is there any gift that you want me to give?”

“there is,” jay replied almost instantly.

“what is it then?” his eyes flitted from yours to your lips and your eyes again.

“this,” he said, tugging on the ends of your scarf and using it to pull you towards him, closing any distance between the both of you and leaning for a kiss. the scene was unbelievable that it left you paralyzed, but then you felt his touch and it lit fireworks all over your body that soon you found yourself kissing him back, lips dancing delicately against his own.

moving his hands toward the fabric behind your neck, he held onto it tightly and used it to pull you even closer as your bodies would allow, deepening the kiss and smiling in between.

jay finally found the answer.

even though you didn't hug him so hard or give him small kisses while muttering praises as he looked forward to, this was the best response he’s ever received from you. no words, just a kiss—one that was euphoric it sent him flying towards the sky and one that could last a lifetime.

and he’d do anything, anything even if he would have to knit a thousand scarfs just to feel it all over again.

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AHHHH THIS IS SO GOOOOD!

im a sucker for enha! badboy au plus bestfriend to lovers troupe.... like come on! this is so cute.... when would be my time???!?!!! and heeseung is so cute! like it amazes me about his concept of being cold to anyone other than you and his inside circle. that was so so attractive and hot tbh!!!! i hope i can find another series or just anything that has this kind of flow!

always been you

PAIRING(S) | lee heeseung x fem!reader

GENRE(S) | fluff, angst, crack, suggestive, slowburn, pining, (childhood) best friends to lovers, college au, badboy au

WORD COUNT | 16569

WARNING(S) | profanity, illegal racing, mentions of death, drugs, blood, injuries, sex and food, mentions of self hatred and sexual assault (the latter is just a small sentence that does not relate to the plot nor to any of the characters but is just a tidbit of information provided), daddy issues, making out (towards the end), heeseung is a bad boy but he’s a complete softie with the reader

PLAYLIST | click here!

TAGLIST | at the bottom!

AUTHOR’S NOTE | hello! i’m very excited to be posting this fic again :”) it was the first long fic i wrote and holds a special place in my heart. i hope you guys like it <33 and to those who are re-reading, i hope you enjoy it again LOL feedback is appreciated! 

Lee Heeseung was the kind of teenager everyone’s parents warned them to stay away from.

Notoriously known all over campus for drug dealing, gang fighting, participating in illegal street races and getting involved with the local police at least once a month, he was the poster boy for the term bad influence.

No one dared to mess with him.

His gang members—though ‘brothers’ would have been a better word to explain their bond—had his back at all times. Teamwork makes the dream work, they say. Well, in this case, teamwork made everything work. Together, they had everyone in the palms of their hands.

Jay, Jake and Sunghoon were the other three people nobody ever tried to mess with. They were equally dangerous and equally unpredictable. One minute, they’d be talking to you like a civil person, and the next, they’d be beating the crap out of you.

Dealing at parties, betting on races, getting betted on during races and being modern-day mercenaries (without the killing part because they weren’t that bad) were few of the widely known methods regarding how they earned their money and reputation. Having filthy rich families was just an added bonus.

Speaking of loaded parents, all four of them shared the same sob story. That was why they had connected with each other so easily. It was the typical father-loves-his-business-empire-more-than-his-son-and-often-forgets-he-has-one-so-the-son-gets-into-trouble-to-gain-his-father’s-attention bullshit.

The strategy worked for a while, but its unoriginality reduced its effectiveness remarkably over time. All their fathers stopped giving a shit after realising the plan their children had devised, and instead of personally dealing with whatever problem had been created by their attention-seeking offsprings, they began sending in people working under them to deal with it.

Too bad the four of them had already begun enjoying what had initially started as a game.

The odds of meeting not one, not two, but three people with such similar backgrounds at the same time were close to none—Jake had calculated, to everyone’s surprise, when they were hanging out with each other one day.

Fate, Heeseung had declared immediately after. It was fate that had led them to each other. To their brothers.

Based on these widely known facts about the quartet, one would come to the conclusion that they were a tight-knit group of nineteen-year-olds who cared about no one outside of themselves.

This conclusion, however, was only partly true.

Based on a lesser-known fact, all of them—Heeseung, most of all—cared about one other person. Rumour suggested Heeseung had once said he would tear the world apart with his bare hands if this person were harmed.

The only question: who?

Why, no one other than you, of course.

Keep reading

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jungwon bad boy era??!?!! yes please! can't wait for part 3 to be released!!!

how you get the girl, yang jungwon.

not the jungwon fic i promised however… badboy!jungwon in a high school au is close enough to what i promised my beloved sky ;) let me know if you want a part two bc this is very short, here are the picture credits! masterlist, requests.

part one, part two, part three.

he didn’t know when it happened, where you even came from, appearing into his life and practically poising his thoughts as you were all he could think about. and he hated it. hated how it fuelled his friends teasing, he wasn’t nice to anyone. anyone but you. he had spent the majority of his high school life sticking with his one group of friends, majoring in dance although you could’ve sworn anyone else was practically forbidden to practice with him.

maybe he was insecure, you had thought, but after the school’s dance showcase it was obvious he was anything but insecure. jungwon was amazing, one of the best dancers you’d ever seen, and you found yourself smiling upon seeing him afterwards– flowers in hand as he posed for pictures with his grandmother. that’s the jungwon you would’ve loved to know, a cheesy smile on his lips as his dimple took the spotlight.

something to know about him, is that yang jungwon does not hold doors open for people, but monday morning, first period he had. for you. he didn’t even acknowledge you when you muttered a thank you, instead choosing to walk away to his seat. stupid, he now believes, and borderline embarrassing. so why, on tuesday, does he feel his chest tighten at the sight of you and kim sunoo. he knew sunoo, everyone did, he was everybody’s best friend.

so why was it different? and why were you laughing so loudly at whatever the hell he had whispered into your ear, and why in gods name were you placing your hand on his upper arm as you tried to steady yourself.

“jungwon, what are you doing?”

“yeah, where are you going—?” sunghoon and jake’s calls fell on deaf ears, he shouldn’t and he knew that. but he did, he stood up from his lunch table and made his way over to you and sunoo. he was a tall boy, dressed in a variation of your school uniform that definitely broke the rules, a black hoodie over his shirt and tie all underneath his blazer. grey pants which stuck to the dress code but thick, black boots that definitely didn’t.

his walk alone brought stares, his face brought the rest. jungwon was gorgeous, with his newly dyed, dark blue hair you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t enjoyed his new piercings and look.

“yah, kim sunoo.” his tone was harsh, and something inside him told him it wasn’t harsh enough. he saw the way you immediately looked up to him, your laughter ceasing as your eyes roamed his figure. it’s enough to pull the corner of his mouth upwards, creating a smirk you struggled to pull your gaze away from. “get lost.”

you smile was killing him, any longer and he might actually have to grab sunoo by the collar and force him away from you.

“what’s your problem?” sunoo scoffed, standing up and shaking his head full of light pink hair, his arms crossing over his chest. “no wonder you have three friends.” he snorts, looking jungwon up and down with a disgusted look on his face. “i’ll see you later, y/n.” he says, slinging his backpack over his shoulders and leaving the two of you alone.

“bye, sun.” you wave after him, the sad look in your eyes making jungwon furrow his brow, but once again before he could think about his actions he found himself sitting beside you. “oh! um.. hi, jungwon.”

“heeseung’s having a party this friday,” he replies, almost randomly. refusing to look at you, despite your gaze staying on him, more specifically his side profile which you had never really thought much of before. now, so up close, you were beginning to truly understand why he received confessions almost every single day.

“uh… cool. i hope you guys have fun.” you reply, awkwardly. you had never before been awkward, then again you had never before spoke to yang jungwon and his reputation was beginning to proceed him.

“i want you to come.” he says, almost too quickly, he thinks.

“oh?”

“if you want to, o-obviously.” he coughs, and you almost think he’s nervous. “nice shoes,” he grumbles as he stands up. “they’re new, right?”

he walks back to his friends with his hands in his pockets before you can reply, jungwon knows they’re new. and, upon your very short but unbelievably sweet interaction there’s something else he knows too, he wants to get the girl; and that girl is you.

© JAKEKGS 2022

for sky!!! @blessed-sky <33

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it's been awhile since i started searching for bad boy enha ff and oh my ga, this is so cute and good 🥺 im a huge sucker with carinf bad boy 😭

a colour i’ll never know

pairing: badboy!heeseung x librarian!musician!reader

summary: The world isn't always in black and white. And who better to teach you that than a bad boy in leather?

warnings: cursing, mentions of food, y/n gets followed by some creepy drunk guys towards the end.

word count: 5,993.

note: the way this is both the fastest i've ever written something and also the longest thing i've ever written... lol bad boy heeseung the things u do to me. i made a playlist here of all the pieces mentioned in the fic if you want to listen to them!!

happy valentine's day!!

For the most part, you enjoyed working at the library. It was quiet (which did wonders for the many headaches you got from staying up too late), the pay was pretty decent, and you were surrounded by books all day.

Some might’ve thought it to be too lonely, considering the fact that the only people you interacted with were frazzled college students who were too busy doing last minute studying to initiate small talk, and Mrs. Johnson, the head librarian, but you never minded. A set of underdeveloped social skills always tended to make you feel awkward when you interacted with people you didn’t know, and you found working in a place so quiet and undisturbed felt much more natural, as opposed to working as a barista in a coffee shop that never died down.

It made you uncomfortable just thinking about it. You had no idea how Lia did it every day.

So yes. The library was quiet, and peaceful, and boring, and just how you liked it.

Especially now, seeing as it was a Monday morning, and most of the people that usually came in were probably too busy nursing awful hangovers to even get out of bed.

You sighed contentedly as you placed Macbeth back on the shelf, Schubert’s Impromptu No. 3 playing softly from your headphones. Even though returning books to proper places on shelves was often boring and rather tedious, it felt relaxing after the hectic weekend you’d had, trying to catch up on the assignment your music professor had given you.

You always did hate theory-

“-hello? Anyone home up there?” Your right earphone had been abruptly pulled out and the music replaced by the sound you hated possibly more than anything.

Someone was trying to get your attention, and evidently they chose to do it in the most obnoxious way possible.

You inhaled deeply, bade farewell to Mansfield Park as you placed it on the shelf, and turned to see who dared to approach you, only to stop short.

Because there was no way Lee Heeseung was standing in front of you right now.

Lee Heeseung, who was never seen in anything but dark colours, had more piercings than you could count, an arm full of tattoos, and drove a motorcycle.

Lee Heeseung, who you had never seen anywhere near the library before.

Lee Heeseung, who apparently was standing in front of you, and who looked you up and down with a raised brow.

You cleared your throat, hoping the shock didn’t show on your face. “Yes? Can I help you with something?”

A slow smirk made itself at home on his face. “You’d already know the answer to that if you weren’t listening to music on the job, sweetheart.” He shook his head in mock disappointment, clicking his tongue.

You narrowed your eyes. “What I do on the job is none of your business. And it’s not like it’s against the rules anyway.”

Heeseung’s eyebrows raised. “Well well well, who knew little Miss Librarian had some fire in her.” He leaned in, getting much too close for comfort. “What music has you getting so defensive, hm?”

Without even asking, Heeseung picked up the earbud that was hanging down limply and lifted it close enough to hear what was playing. By now Schubert’s piece had ended, and Bruch’s second movement from Violin Concerto No. 1 was playing softly.

He scoffed and rolled his eyes upon hearing the music. “Classical, how boring and stereotypical.”

“Oh really?” You snatched your earbud back. “A bit bold of you to be judging a book by its cover, don’t you think Mr Badboy Wannabe?”

Watching Heeseung’s overly confident front start to crumble gave you some kind of twisted satisfaction.

You stood up straighter, gripping on the handle of the book trolley. “Now, do you actually need help with something? Or can I go back to my job and boring music?”

Heeseung seemed to be debating with himself on whether it was worth it to ask you for something, but before he could (most likely) come up with some kind of ridiculous excuse for no longer needing help, someone suddenly came up behind him, clapping a hand onto his shoulder.

“Hey man, you find the book yet?”

Jay Park. The only child of a very well off CEO, culinary arts major, and Lee Heeseung’s best friend.

Heeseung frowned. “No. I’ve looked everywhere for it, but I guess they don’t have it.”

“Damn, that’s too ba-“

“What book is it?” You interrupted. “Maybe I could help you find it.”

“There’s no need for tha-“

“Oh sweet!” Jay handed you a small piece of paper. “It’s this one.”

You unfolded it, raising a brown once you read the title.

“Let me guess, you don’t have it?” Heeseung’s cocksure attitude was back and more infuriating than before. “Or are you just not a fan, sweetheart?”

“Making assumptions again, are we?” You stepped closer to him, so close your noses were almost touching. The way he didn’t even flinch, but very obviously glanced down at your lips told you everything you needed to know about him.

But instead of closing the distance like you were sure he was expecting you to do, you leaned your head back a bit and reached up between your faces, grasping the spine of a book and pulling it out. “Enjoy, sweetheart.”

You shoved the book into his chest and turned around, not bothering to glance back as you put your other earbud in, and pushed the trolley down the aisle and into the next one.

To say Heeseung was stunned as he watched you walk away would have been the understatement of the century. But as he looked down at the book in his hands, Men Are from Mars, Women Are from Venus, he knew one thing for sure.

He had to get to know you.

The next time Heeseung went to the library, he had the pleasure of seeing you again, only this time you weren’t working.

The table you were sitting at was next to the window, with golden sun rays shining through, giving the perfect natural lighting. As he got closer he could see that you had one of your headphones in, the other lying limp along your chest, and your phone lying on the table upward allowed him to see that you were once again listening to classical music. Specifically Dvorak’s Violin Concerto in A Minor.

“Do you listen to anything but that boring music?”

You didn’t even bother looking up from your book. “I know you didn’t just call Dvorak boring.”

“You’re right, I called his music boring.”

You glanced up at him, unimpressed. “Is there a reason you’re talking to me? Or do you just enjoy annoying people?”

Heeseung gasped dramatically, lifting a hand to place over his heart and groaning like he’d been shot. “You wound me, sweetheart.”

You closed the book with a sigh. It was clear you wouldn’t be getting any studying done with him here. “Are you ever going to stop calling me sweetheart?”

“Not like I have anything else to call you.” Heeseung pulled out the chair across from you and made himself at home on it.

“Of course. Not like I have a name or anything.”

He tipped his chair back and propped his feet up on the table. “Not one that you’ve given me.”

You reached across and shoved his feet down, biting back a laugh at the way he momentarily flailed before catching himself. “You should know better than to contaminate the library like that.”

“‘Contaminate’?” He looked at you incredulously. “What am I, some kind of virus?”

You shrugged and started stacking up your books. “Who knows. You might have some kind of badboy cooties that I don’t know about.”

“I thought we left cooties back in first grade.”

“Of course you did.”

“I’m Heeseung by the way.”

You stared at him blankly. “I know.”

Heeseung smirked, his lip ring glinting in the sunlight. “So you’ve heard of me?”

“Don’t flatter yourself,” You rolled your eyes. “Is there anyone on campus who hasn’t heard of you?”

“I see my reputation precedes me.” As much as you hated to admit it, the way he leaned back in the chair, arms crossed and legs spread, was kind of attractive.

He raised a brow at you.

Really attractive.

You stood up with a sigh and picked up your stack of books. “To say the least. Now if you’ll excuse me, I would actually like to get some studying done.”

Heeseung felt a small sense of disappointment as he watched you walk away again. “So no name?” He called out rather loudly, ignoring all the dirty looks and shushing.

You glanced back with a smile. “You’ll just have to earn it, sweetheart.”

“I can’t believe you said that to him.”

You continued reshelving books but spared a glance at Lia. “Why?”

“Um, because it’s Lee Heeseung? Hello? The dude is scary as hell.”

“Really?” You walked out of the aisle and went to the desk with Lia following you not far behind. “I guess the tattoos and piercings can be considered kind of intimidating. Or more so the piercings since I haven’t seen any of his tattoos yet. I swear it could be a 100 degrees and he’d still wear that stupid leather jacket.”

Lia grabbed a random book that was sitting on the desk and started paging through it. “Sounds like someone is a little upset that she hasn’t gotten to see the Harms yet.”

You turned to her with a frown. “The what?”

“Harms. Heeseung arms."

“Heeseung arms. Harms.” You stared at her for a moment before shaking your head. “You spend too much time on Twitter, you know that?”

“Yes yes, I know. It’s a fatal flaw, a red flag, whatever. As I was saying though, I think it’s really-“

“And how’s the prettiest librarian to ever walk to earth doing today?”

You sighed deeply and looked up at Heeseung. “I don’t know. I haven’t seen Mrs. Johnson since yesterday.”

“So feisty for no reason, sweetheart.”

“Please,” you rolled your eyes. “You haven’t seen feisty yet.”

“Oh really? Maybe you’d like to show me sometime.”

Lia looked back and forth between the two of you. “You two look like you need some alone time, so I’m just gonna head out. See you later Y/- ” At your sharp look she cut herself off. “Right. Yeah. See you later.”

Once Lia had left, you turned to Heeseung. “May I help you?”

He grinned flirtatiously. “Just here to return a book.”

You sat down on the chair as he placed it on the counter. “About time. I was beginning to think you lost it.”

“I didn’t think you were the type to judge slow readers, sweetheart.”

“I’m not,” You scanned the book back into the system. “But I am one to judge people who wait until the day after the due date to return something.”

He shrugged nonchalantly. “What can I say? When I read something I really like to make sure I absorb it.”

You stood up with the book he returned, as well as a few others, and started towards the aisles that they belonged in. “Yeah, you would.”

Heeseung followed you, apparently not getting the hint that you were done talking to him. “So when can I take you out?”

“That depends.” You placed Jane Eyre back in her rightful spot. “Do you mean take me out as in you’re planning an assassination, or take me out on a date?”

“A date of course.”

You turned to him with the sweetest smile you could muster. “Never.”

He followed you to the next aisle as well. “You can’t mean that, sweetheart.”

“Can’t I?”

“But how could you go through life without knowing what it’s like to go on a date with the one and only Lee Heeseung?”

You snorted. “I think I’ll live.”

“Not even one, teeny, tiny date?”

You turned to look at him for a moment, considering. He really knew how to do the puppy-dog eyes well.

Finally, you sighed. “Fine. If you can find out my name all by yourself, I’ll go out with you.”

“Wait really-“

“But that means no asking your friends, my friends, or any of our professors. Deal?” You held out your hand, and Heeseung took it without hesitation.

“Deal.”

Seeing Heeseung somewhere besides the library felt odd. It was almost like you’d forgotten that he existed outside of the building.

And yet as you saw him walking towards you while you were sitting in the courtyard waiting for Lia, you could feel an odd mix of dread and excitement in the pit of your stomach.

For once, Heeseung wasn’t wearing his trademark leather jacket, and despite the fact that it was the beginning of February and cold as fuck, he was wearing a short sleeved shirt. Which meant that you could see his ink covered forearms and biceps.

A voice in your head that sounded suspiciously like Lia was chanting Harms, Harms, Harms.

You were never going to forgive her for planting that seed in your thoughts.

“How’s my sweetheart doing today?”

You desperately hoped that he hadn’t caught you checking him out. “Well I was doing great until about two seconds ago when some crazy guy wearing short sleeves in winter started talking to me.”

Heeseung sat down on the bench beside you. “What can I say? Gotta find some way to woo you into going out with me.”

“Giving up on my name so soon?”

“I wouldn’t say giving up, more so….showing off what could be yours if you just tell me what it is yourself.”

You couldn’t stop yourself from laughing. “And you thought that getting frostbite would be the best way to do it?”

“I mean…” Heeseung scooted closer and lifted his arm, placing it on the top of the bench behind you. “I could’ve just stripped down in the library, but somehow I didn’t think you’d be as appreciative of that as Mrs. Johnson would.”

You rolled your eyes. “Congratulations, you finally made a smart decision.” The wind started to pick up, and you could see Heeseung start to shiver ever so slightly. “Though not really considering you’re practically freezing to death. Where’s your jacket?”

You weren’t sure if it was the cold weather, but you could’ve sworn that he was blushing. “I uh, I kind of left it at my apartment.”

“Of course you did,” you muttered, standing up. “Come on Frosty, let’s go some place warm before it gets so cold your heart freezes.”

“That’s impossible as long as you’re around sweetheart.”

You didn’t bother to reply as you pulled out your phone and texted Lia, asking to reschedule your study date, to which she enthusiastically agreed.

You were already several steps away when you realized that Heeseung wasn’t following you. Looking back you saw him still sitting on the bench, watching you go with an unreadable expression on his face.

You decided to ignore that for now. “Are you coming or was it your plan all along to get hypothermia?”

“That depends,” Heeseung stood up and jogged the few paces over. “If I do get hypothermia, will you nurse me back to health?”

“Aww,” You patted his cheek with your mitten-clad hand. “Not a chance.”

The cafe you took Heeseung to was one you visited often, seeing as it wasn't far from your apartment. As you stepped into the warm building filled with the bittersweet aroma of coffee and sweet cream, you almost felt like you were home.

“Huh,” He looked around, admiring all the duck themed decorations. “I didn’t take you as the kind of person who liked cutsey cafes.”

You side-eyed him. “There’s a lot you don’t know about me.”

He turned to look at you head on. “I hope I can have the opportunity to learn, then.”

Had his eyes always had those little specks of gold in them?

You cleared your throat and looked away. “Right, um. Do you want anything to eat or drink? My treat.”

The look of pure joy on Heeseung’s face as he picked out a pastry struck something deep within you.

Maybe he’s not so bad after all…

“I must say I’m rather disappointed, Y/N.” Mr. Scott, your music teacher, shook his head. “Haven’t you practiced anything I taught you last week?”

“Yes, of course I have. It’s just-“

“No. No more excuses. Play it again.”

You’d never been the biggest fan of Mozart, and as you were forced to play Sonata in C for the third time that afternoon, you knew your hatred was starting to show through your playing.

This time you didn’t even get the whole way through it before Mr. Scott was stopping you.

“Look Y/N, I don’t know what your problem is, but you need to fix it. I know you can play better than this. I don’t want to feel like I’m listening to a robot playing, I need to hear your emotion. Learn the piece so you know it like the back of your hand, and then put some emotion into it. Think about what story you want to tell with it. Don’t come to me until you think you can do that, otherwise we’ll be wasting both of our time.”

You watched Mr. Scott walk out of the music room from your place at the piano. When he was out of sight you let out a deep breath.

As much as you wanted to pretend you didn’t care, getting scolded by people, especially your music teacher, always left you feeling sensitive and exposed. It wasn’t like you wanted to play with the piece with no emotion, you just couldn’t seem to find the pulse, which frustrated you to no end.

“Well that guy sounds like a real asshole.”

Heeseung was the last person you had expected to see here, but if the past few weeks had taught you anything when it comes to him, it was to expect the unexpected.

You narrowed your eyes at him. “How long were you standing out there?”

“Oh, long enough.” He said vaguely, walking further into the room to stand beside the piano. “Really though, it sounded great. He doesn’t know what he’s talking about.”

You huffed. “Yes he does, he was right about everything. It may have sounded perfect technically, but musically it was like a dying fish.”

“Huh,” Heeseung started looking through the music you had stacked on the side of the piano. “I honestly couldn’t tell the difference.”

“Trust me, if I was playing something I actually enjoyed, you’d be able to tell.”

“Oh really? Play me one of your favourite pieces then.”

You stared at him for a moment.

“Fine.”

Taking a deep breath, you placed your fingers on the cold, solid keys. The music that floated through the room felt intimately familiar. You used to play it so much each note felt like a part of you.

The silence after you played the final chord felt almost deafening.

“What’s it called?” Heeseung asked quietly.

“Romance in F minor, Opus 5. It’s one of my favorites from Tchaikovsky.”

He huffed and sat down on the bench beside you. “Didn’t sound very romantic.”

You frowned. “It didn’t?”

“Nah. Isn’t romance supposed to be all sappy and in love? Shouldn’t it have been something happy and bouncy sounding?”

You rolled your eyes. “That’s only one aspect of romance. There’s more than one layer to things like that. This piece does sound romantic, it’s just supposed to be showing the more depressing and dark side of romance. The doubts, the fears, the ‘what if’s’.”

Heeseung tilted his head. “I never thought about it that way. I guess not everything is set in black and white.”

“Exactly. That’s why you cant just listen to what’s being played, but how it’s being played.”

“I just hear music.”

“See? That’s the problem. You can’t just hear the music, you have to hear it.”

Heeseung blinked. “You just said the exact same thing.”

“Not like that,” you rolled your eyes. “You have to listen to what it’s saying. Like the first movement of Wienawski’s Violin Concerto Number 2. If you just listen to it it’ll sound like yet another boring classical piece. But if you listen to it and really hear it, you’ll hear the emotion, the words, the story it’s trying to tell.”

“And what do you hear when you listen to it?” Heeseung’s voice was soft.

You thought about it for a moment. “I hear anger. I hear a weakness that’s trying to make itself strong, and a disappointment wishing it could be content and being frustrated that it isn’t. But most of all I hear an underlying but deep-set pain.”

“Wow,” he breathed. “You really hear all that?”

You started messing with a string from your hoodie. “Yeah. It’s-It’s weird, I know.”

“No!” You’d never seen Heeseung’s eyes wider. “It’s not weird at all. I think it’s amazing how you can hear it and just….know.” He rubbed the back of his neck and let out a small, humorless laugh. “I wish I could do that. I guess I’m just too dumb.”

You placed your hand on top of his hesitantly. “Don’t say that. You’re never too dumb to understand something, it just takes time.”

“You think?” He turned his hand over and laced your fingers together.

“Yeah, yeah I do.”

“Thanks Y/N.”

Your mouth fell open in shock. “Wha- How did you-“

“I told you I was out there long enough.” Heeseung grinned. “So how does Friday at 6:00 sound?”

“No. Absolutely not.”

“Come on, Y/N! I promise I’m a safe driver and I’ll even go extra slow for you!”

You crossed your arms and looked Heeseung dead in the eyes. “I don’t care if you’re going five miles an hour, there is no way on God’s green earth that I am getting on that death trap.”

Heeseung stepped closer and grasped your arms gently. “Y/N, I know I don’t have the greatest reputation, but I would never do something reckless when I’m responsible for someone else’s life. Especially yours.” His eyes were wide and imploring. “Please, sweetheart?”

You sighed, dropping your arms. “Those bambi eyes should really be illegal.”

You held your hand out for a helmet, and Heeseung’s grin almost made it worth it.

Almost because by the time you got to your destination and took off the helmet, your hair looked like a bird’s nest.

Heeseung clapped a hand over his mouth, presumably to stop himself from laughing.

You glared at him. “I hate you and your stupid bike.”

“It’s not that bad…” He cleared his throat and busied himself with getting some things out of the side pouch on his motorcycle. “Really. I think you look cute.”

You took the blanket out of his arms so he had a free hand to carry the other things. “And I think you’re a liar.”

“Think whatever you want sweetheart, still doesn’t change the fact that you look adorable even with messy hair.” Heeseung closed the bag and motioned for you to follow him.

“What are we even doing, anyway?” You asked, cheeks burning. “You didn’t bring me all the way up here just to turn me into a skin suit, did you?”

Heeseung looked over his shoulder with a teasing smirk. “Wouldn’t you like to know.”

“Yes?” You frowned. “Why do you think I asked.”

“Look,” Heeseung had stopped abruptly, just staring ahead. “isn’t it beautiful?”

You stepped around him and suddenly felt breathless. You had admittedly been rather suspicious of Heeseung when he took you out of the city and up a large hill, but now, as you were looking out and could see all the buildings and lights sparkling with the sun setting in the background, you were left speechless.

Eventually you were broken out of your trance by Heeseung’s voice. “Here, you can spread the blanket out here.”

You did as instructed and sat down next to him, letting out a laugh when you saw what he had in the grocery bag.

“Juice boxes and lunchables, huh?”

“Of course, only the finest of dining for my lady.” Your eyebrows raised at the endearment, but for once you decided not to comment on it. “Just wait til you see what I have for dessert.”

You picked up a Capri-Sun and pulled the straw off, sticking it into the premarked hole. “That better not have been a dick joke.”

Heeseung choked on the cracker he had just taken a bite out of. “Wow, okay.” His voice was scratchy. “You really don’t pull any punches, do you?”

You shrugged, picking up your own cracker. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

After finishing your food and drinks as well as desert (turns out it wasn’t a dick joke, but he had also brought fruit snacks), the two of you laid back on the blanket and looked at the sky. The sun had fully set several minutes ago and the stars seemed to shine brighter than you’d ever seen before.

“Oh, before I forget,” Heeseung pulled out his phone and messed with it for a moment before the beginning notes of Myaskovsky’s Cello Sonata No. 2 started playing from it softly.

You looked at him curiously, and he avoided eye contact with you, though you could see his cheeks starting to turn pink. “What brought this on?”

“I, uh. I’ve been listening to classical music lately. I wanted to see what it was you were talking about, with the story telling and emotions and all that.”

“Really?” You couldn’t hide the shock in your voice.

He finally turned to look at you, “Yeah. This one is my favorite so far.”

“Why?”

“I…I like how delicate it sounds. Even though later on it turns into something grand and majestic, there’s still an underlying thread of fragility that sounds like it could break any second. It’s,” he swallowed, almost nervous. “It’s vulnerable.”

You smiled, turning on your side and snuggling close to him. “I couldn’t have said it better myself.” You looked up, finding Orion’s Belt. “It almost reminds me of the night sky. Even though it’s bigger than we could ever imagine, it still has this delicacy that makes it feel like we could almost reach up and put the stars right into our hands.”

Heeseung’s left hand started to run through your hair, while the other lifted your hand that was resting against his stomach to his lips for a soft kiss on the back of it. “I think I’ve already got a star in my hands.”

It had been about two weeks since your first (and so far only) date with Heeseung, and to say you had become smitten with him would be an understatement. When he dropped you off at the front door of your apartment he had given you a sweet kiss on your cheek and a piece of paper with his number on it, and left with a quiet “Sweet dreams, Y/N.” whispered between you.

Unfortunately, even though you texted each other every day along with the occasional call, you hadn’t been able to see him much since then. With him being more busy than usual with classes (finding out he was studying psychology was quite the surprise) and you picking up extra shifts at the library, finding time to actually seemed to be impossible at the moment.

At least until the night before Valentine’s Day.

It had already been a long day, seeing as what felt like every student in the surrounding colleges and high schools decided to do their last minute studying today. You had been at the library since noon, and you were just starting the walk home now, at 10:30.

You had just crossed the street, still several blocks from home, when the uncomfortable feeling of being watched started to settle over you. You looked over your shoulder as discreetly as possible, and sure enough. There were three men, probably not much older than yourself, most likely drunk with the way they were walking, and definitely following you.

You started to walk a bit faster and pulled out your phone. Your hands were shaking as you went into your recent calls and tapped Lia’s name. Even if she would never let you live this down, you could put up with a lifetime of teasing if it meant you got home safe.

As soon as you heard her pick up the phone you started talking. “Hey baby! I just left the library, where do you wanna meet up?”

“Y/N?”

That was definitely not Lia’s voice.

“H-Heeseung?” You pulled your phone away from your ear and looked at the contact name. Sure enough the name, Heeseungie <3 was staring back at you “Oh, hey, uh, sorry about that.I meant to call Lia because there’s these guys following me and I think they’re drunk but that doesn’t really make it any better and I just thought that maybe if I pretended that I was calling my boyfriend they’d leave me alone but I…I don’t really think it’s working. I don’t know.” You tried to make your voice as quiet as possible.

“What? Where are you?”

You glanced behind you. They were still there. “A few blocks from the library. I think they’re getting closer.”

“Are there any stores around that are open?”

“Yeah, there’s a 24-hour convenience store a little bit up ahead.”

“Okay, good.” Heeseung sounded relieved. “Just wait in there, I’ll be there in a few minutes.”

“Wait what? Heeseung, no. It-It’s fine I can just wait in there until they leave or something. You don’t need to get up or anything I can-“

“Sweetheart.”

You swallowed. “Yes?”

“Wait in there. I’ll get there as soon as possible.” His tone left no room for argument. “What store is it?”

“Okay…” Even if you didn’t want to admit it, you were relieved. “It’s CU.”

“Alright. Just hold tight, I’ll see you soon.” You could hear rustling on the other side of the line. “Do you want to stay on the phone with me until I get there?”

You rolled your eyes as you pulled the door open. ”I’m not a baby, Heeseung.”

“I never said you were, but that doesn’t mean you aren’t allowed to be scared.” His breathing started to pick up, almost like he was running. “I’m almost there.”

“Okay,” You made your way to the aisle with chips and pretended like you were trying to pick one. “You can hang up if you want.”

“I never want to hang up on you sweetheart,” You could practically see his flirty grin. “Did they follow you into the store?”

You glanced at the entrance, feeling even more on edge when you spotted them loitering around it, probably also pretending to look at things. “Yeah.”

“Alright, I can see the store. See you in a second,”

You hung up without a word, putting your phone back into your bag and staring intently at the chips. Would Cheetos be an appropriate last meal?

“Hey baby.” Your head snapped to the end of the aisle, seeing Heeseung walking towards you. He was wearing a tight, short sleeved shirt once again, displaying his tattoos, but instead of the usual black jeans and boots, he was in a pair of dark grey sweatpants and black and white sneakers. Upon reaching you he wrapped his arms around your waist, hugging you from behind. “How’s my favorite girl?”

You leaned against him, placing your hands overtop of his and lacing your fingers together. “A lot better now that you’re here.”

“What’s this?” He gasped dramatically. “Y/N is actually happy to see me? I better mark this on the calendar.”

“Shut up,” you elbowed him gently. “I’m always happy to see you.”

Heeseung huffed. “Oh really? Tell that to the Y/N of last month.”

You looked up at him with a teasing smile. “You mean the Y/N that was being hit on relentlessly by the guy who had never spoken more than one word to her before? That Y/N?”

“…fair enough.”

You turned back to the chips. “Yeah I thought so.”

“You wanna get something and go back to my place? We could have a movie night or something.” His thumb started rubbing yours gently. “No funny business, I promise.”

“Yeah,” you breathed. “That sounds nice.”

You each picked out a few snacks and a drink, paying for them as quickly as possible and making your way to the entrance, where the three drinks were still waiting. Apparently they hadn’t gotten the hint.

Just as you were passing by them, the shortest of the three muttered something too quiet for you to hear, but it obviously wasn’t anything good seeing as Heeseung immediately let go of your hand and grabbed the front of his shirt, pulling him close to his face. “You wanna say that about my girlfriend again?”

You’d never seen him look this intimidating, even before you really got to know him. If you were being completely honest, it was kind of hot.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” He struggled against Heeseung’s hold while his friends watched with wide eyes.

Heeseung narrowed his eyes with a huff. “That’s what I thought.” He let him go and grabbed your hand again. “C’mon sweetheart, let’s go home.”

You were about a block away from the store when you finally decided to speak up. “So… girlfriend, huh?”

Even in the dim light from the street-lamps you could still see Heeseung start to blush. “Yeah, sorry about that.” He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly with his free hand. “I actually wanted to ask you when we had our date, but I thought it was too soon.”

You nodded. “Yeah. I can’t guarantee that I would’ve said yes, so it was probably for the best.”

“Right.” It was obvious he was at least somewhat disappointed. “Guess it’s a good thing I didn’t then.”

By now the two of you had reached Heeseung’s apartment building. He moved to unlock the front door, but you tightened your hold on his hand, pulling him back. “If you wanted to ask me now, though…”

“Now?” His eyebrows rose in surprise. “Wouldn’t you want it to be more, I don’t know, romantic?”

“Who said it’s not romantic? It’s the night before Valentine’s Day, you just saved me from a couple of drunk idiots, and you bought me snacks.” You shrugged. “Can’t get much more romantic than that.

“Alright,” Heeseung suddenly dropped to one knee, holding your free hand with both of his. “Y/N, sweetheart, would you allow me to have the honor and privilege of having you as my girlfriend, and letting me be your boyfriend?”

“Hmm,” you pretended to think about it. “I suppose I could.”

He stood back up with a grin, placing his hands on your cheeks and leaning in close. “Does that mean I get to kiss you now?”

“If I recall correctly, you’ve already kissed me.”

Heeseung rolled his eyes and leaned in even closer, your noses brushing together. It reminded you of the day you first talked to each other.

“Trust me sweetheart,” his lips brushed against yours. “When I kiss you for real, you’ll be able to tell.”

“Oh really? Prove it-“

Before you could even finish your sentence, his lips were on yours, and you could already feel yourself getting addicted to the way his soft lips moved against yours, contrasting with the cold metal of his lip piercing pressing against the corner of your mouth.

When you finally broke apart, you were both panting for air.

“If that’s what a real kiss is, you’ve been holding out on me.”

“Oh?” Heeseung pecked your lips once more. “Guess I’ll just have to make up for it then.”

You grinned. “I look forward to it.”

— FINISHED READING

OKAY FIRST OF ALL THE ALT ENDING KINDA HURTS MY HEART AS IF THERE'S A SMALL SPARK OF PAIN THAT FEEL LIKE W H U T??!?!

idk... since im contented with the ending and the alt ending of the moon smau with hee. i didnt felt any pain with the moon smau since im happy with first ending BUT THIS....

THIS SMAU HAD THE AUDACITY!!!!! ig, im in pain since the alt ending is so REALISTIC like it can happen all the time and can happen normally. STILL ITS A GOOD AU THOUGH, HAD A GOOD LAUGH EVEN THO ITS LATE IN THE EVENING

will never forget this aside from the moon smau and recall 😪 i LOVE all the characters and the humor - HOW TO HAVE THAT KIND OF RUMOR FOR THE SAKE OF MY SANITY??!?!!!

for me. — k. sunoo

"i won't force you, follow your feelings and just let your heart beat for me."

✴︎ synopsis: to sunoo, you were just a random girl in one or two of his classes who happens to be friends with his friends while to you, sunoo was the guy who you've been swooning over for a year or so. now, with you tweeting about your crush on him on the wrong account, sunoo has just one question. you're the one who confessed to him, so why the hell is he the one chasing (literally and figuratively) you?

✴︎ pairing: sunoo x fem!reader

✴︎ content/genre: smau, college au, fluff, crack

✴︎ warning(s): swearing,,, like lots of it. :>

✴︎ note: rawr,, help me finish this shit. kick my ass if i don't,,, but like i've written the last part bcs im that excited and i didn't want to forget what i had in mind. and yes,, this is the socmed that i talked about hihihihihi,, and idk if you guys are up to it but hmu if you want to be tagged? hehehe ily stay safe. <3

introduction/teaser. (drabble)

zero. — profiles. / profiles two.

one. — the one with the intro/pilot kinda thing.

two. — the one where y/n tweeted in the wrong acc.

three. — the one with the snitching.

four. — the one with the blueberry hat.

five. — the one with the hiding.

six. — the one with the overpass.

seven. — the one with the denial.

eight. — the one with the group study.

nine. — the one with more studying.

ten. — the one with sunoo confronting y/n.

eleven. — the one with the sulking.

twelve. — the one where sunoo actually chased y/n.

thirteen. — the one with y/n doesn't follow back.

fourteen. — the one with sunoo being a grumpy cat.

fifteen. — the one where sunoo walks y/n home.

sixteen. — the one where y/n thanks sunoo.

seventeen. — the one with the mint choco slander.

eighteen. — the one where sunoo fell asleep in class.

nineteen. — the one where jay got y/n out of her priv.

twenty. — the one with the pretty partner.

twenty-one. — the one with everyone thinking sunoo's dethroned.

twenty-two. — the one where sunoo got jealous annoyed.

twentry-three. — the one with another sunoo tea.

twenty-four. — the one where sunoo doesn't walk y/n home.

twenty-five. — the one where it's "peaceful".

twenty-six. — the one where y/n goes back to simping.

twenty-seven. — the one where y/n misses what's his name.

twenty-eight. — the one with donald duck's choice of style.

twenty-nine. — the one where we take a look on sunoo's otheer priv.

thirty. — the one with the 'season finale'.

thirty-one. — the one where sunoo keeps score.

thirty-two. — the one where sunoo starts calling y/n 'the beloved'.

thirty-three. — the one with the box of teabags.

thirty-four. — the one with the simps on jungwon's timeline.

thirty-five. — the one where jungwon left the group chat.

thirty-six. — the one where sunoo comes back in his main.

thirty-seven. — the one where sunoo is in love with gimbap.

thirty-eight. — the one where sunghoon gets mad at heeseung.

thirty-nine. — the one where everyone is too stunned to speak.

forty. — the one where jealous sunoo strikes again.

forty-one. — the one with another episode of sunghoon getting frustrated.

forty-two. — the one where y/n admits she knew.

forty-three. — the one where sunoo says he... "you know" y/n.

forty-four. — the one where jay asked y/n to get his charger.

forty-five. — the one where sunoo finally confesses.

forty-six. — the one where sunoo said he'll take y/n's last name.

forty-seven. — the one for me.

the end.

alternative ending. — the one where the universe only lent you to me.

im a sinner 😳

“i’ve got a challenge for you baby” jake smirked, eyes glittering with mischief as you fell back onto his gaming chair, the cool leather contrasting with your burning skin.

you gulped, making eye contact with him as your boyfriend got to his knees in front of you.

“I’m gonna eat you out, while you’re playing with the boys. but, you have to be quiet. got it?”

you nodded, feeling jakes hands run up your thighs and unbutton your pants as you fired up his playstation.

you quickly joined jays lobby, greeting the boys as you readied up.

“where we landing guys?” you asked, letting out a small whimper as jake lightly sucked your clit.

“ummm, maybe tilted?”

“heeseung that’s fucking stupid we’ll get killed” sunghoon lamented, an argument breaking out between the two.

jake slowly rubbed your clit, grinning up at you as you let your head fall back. you held in a moan as jake inserted a finger into your wet cunt, opting to stay quiet and let the boys figure out where you were landing. your plan was working until jays voice brought you back to the game.

“y/n, where do you think we should land?” jay asked desperately, wanting to shut his friends up.

“oh uh,, i think” a moan escaped your lips as jake sped up, embarrassment quickly replacing pleasure as you realised they had heard you.

“dude…” silence washed over the lobby, your soft moans escaping your lips, not giving a fuck if they heard you.

jay was the first to speak up, the sound of shuffling and a belt unbuckling being heard as he whispered a soft “fuck it.”

you heard deep groans and a wet, almost slick sound coming from his mic, the others shocked at what they were witnessing.

“jay are you seriously jerking off right now-“

“either join me or leave.” jays voice had gotten at least an octave deeper, whines leaving his mouth as he continued stroking his cock.

suddenly, a soft “fuck” left sunghoons mouth, signalling he had taken up jays offer. you squirmed in jakes chair, the thought of his friends jerking off to you getting you even wetter than you already had been.

“you like them listening baby? such a slut, why don’t you let them know how much you like it, hmm?”

a high pitched whine of jays name left your mouth, your pussy clenching around jakes fingers.

“fuck that’s hot.” jay growled, stroking his cock faster as your moans motivated him, sunghoon letting out a groan at his friends guttural tone.

heeseung sat there in disbelief, half hard as he listened to your moans mixed with his friends.

“hee…why not join in on the fun?” your sultry voice held full power over heeseung, him hurriedly pulling his boxers off as his now fully hard cock slapped against his stomach.

you heard him spit into his hand and start stroking his dick, sighing at the thought of him desperately fucking his hand.

you arched your back, jake adjusting his fingers and hitting a spot so good you almost screamed.

“fuck,, i think im gonna cum” you breathily said, groans heard from all 3 boys, the sounds of their hands sliding up and down their throbbing cocks speeding up.

“cum for us baby, cum on jakes fingers”

heeseungs words sent you over the edge, a strangled “fuck” leaving your mouth as you grinded on jakes fingers, his thumb rubbing your clit through your high.

you heard jay whine and announce he’d came, sunghoon whimpering, his friends voice pushing him over the edge.

seconds later heeseung panted out your name, cum spurting on his hands as he bucked his hips, stroking himself through his high.

jake grabbed the headset off you, speaking directly into the mic before logging off.

“well, that was fun, but we gotta go. good game boys!”

— FINISHED READING!

this is such a cute story and the first txt smau that read 🥺

i also have the same question with yn JUST HOW DOES KPOP IDOLS MAINTAIN THEIR HAIR SOFT AND VIBRANT EVEN THO THEY DYE IT SO MANY TIMES

pairing: choi yeonjun x gn!reader

genre: social media au, highschool!au, s2l(?)

synopsis: yeonjun dyes his hair almost every week and y/n is just curious as to how he keeps his hair so fresh

OR

y/n is a music major well known for their bad hair days and talent music production. one day taehyun and hueningkai signs y/n up for HYBE FEST and is then asked to create a performance track for HYBE Arts well known performance group ‘txt’ - which means talking to the leader of the group yeonjun, someone who they may have a crush on and may i add - has beautiful hair.

contains: fluff and profanity! that’s it really.

featuring: saerom from fromis_9

start date: september 30th, 2021.

status: completed (october 20th, 2021).

updates: monday to friday

notes: this is a slightly revamped au idea i had posted a long time ago (now deleted). i am very excited to be back and start making smaus again! i wanted to start my first txt with either soobin or beomgyu but this idea fits yeonjun a bit too well with the amount of hair colors he had so i've decided to post this first!! send me an ask if you would like to be on the tag list. i hope everyone is having a lovely day and enjoys 'bad hair day'.

TAGLIST: CLOSED

profiles / chapter 1 / chapter 2 / chapter 3 / chapter 4 / chapter 5 / chapter 6 / chapter 7 / chapter 8 / chapter 9 / chapter 10 / chapter 11 / chapter 12 / chapter 13 / chapter 14 / chapter 15 / chapter 16

© iyeonjuni all rights reserved. - do not translate, take it as your own and repost on tumblr or any other platforms.

— FINISHED READING!

this is cute 😤💖

pairing : yeonjun x fem!reader

genre : social media au and some written chapters, fluff, angst, (attempted) comedy

featuring : ive liz, kep1er xiaoting

warnings : cursing, + to be added

the royal family never reveals their heir before they turn 20, they always wanted their princess to experience a normal life before they face royal duties. Y/N, a heir to the throne was sent to collage but in one condition, to never reveal her true identity. she was living her best life until she met choi yeonjun.

MAIN LOBBY

profiles one | profiles two

1. hello university

2. lunch and new friends

3. New to twitter (or not)

4. Platinum card

4/2. Jackpot

5. I got Blocked

6. I’m not Jealous Right?

6/2. Confirmed

7. she’s back

8. croissants

9. Lure them in

10. Movie with the liar

11. Y/N drought

11/2. Lies

12. Under the moonlight

13. exposed

14. City lights

15. Redeeming

16. Horrible Day

17. Sorry

18. hell week

19. Clueless

20. Princess

21. Lost hope

22. Reuniting

22/2. In his arms

23. My princess

published : march 1

ended : april 27

schedule of updates : weekdays

notes : all of my posts are scheduled

taglist : @yuakagi​ @bluxjun​ @bettyschwallocksyee @jjhmk @uhmdaddychill @dxlicateee @cyjvk @lost-leopard-beanie @cheorei @squiishymeow @stephsfav @90sni-ki @tsookies @diestheticu @qghosty @ladyiove @rosabelle-choi @ryurass @feireads @day6andetcetera @hyuneyeon @choisanr (bold usernames cannot be tagged)

— FINISHED READING!

formula of love ― yang jungwon.

― synopsis: chemistry with miss kim was known to be the worst class to every student at your school - but you don’t quite mind it, because of your deskmate yang jungwon (that you might have had just a tiny crush on). but one day, jungwon is missing from his seat - and he never returns for the rest of the school year. the next time you see his face is when a picture of him pops up on your twitter feed, and you learn that he’s now… an idol?  ― genre: classmates to lovers, smau + some written chapters, crack, fluff, mutual pining ― pairing: idol! jungwon x fem! reader ― warnings: swearing, reader is dense as hell lol, ignore timestamps ― taglist: closed ― status: complete! ― author’s note: idea came to me when i was stressing over my chem exam 😆😆😆 i love it here!!!

PROFILES: one / two

ONE ― yang jungwon from chem??? TWO ― gertrude and robert <3 THREE ― colour coded notes FOUR ― down horrendous FIVE ― jungwon destroys ramyeon (not clickbait) SIX ― rain sunbaenim SEVEN ― jealousy is a disease EIGHT ― ferrari and a mansion NINE ― i have a black belt TEN ― banging my head on the wall ELEVEN ― im gonna ask TWELVE ― dense as hell THIRTEEN ― smoldering thru the tears FOURTEEN ― cat cafe FIFTEEN ― beastie????? SIXTEEN ― slaybak SEVENTEEN ― ayo hitman bang introduces EIGHTEEN ― jaehyun??? NINETEEN ― fake! photoshopped!! TWENTY ― my gee eff

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i am TOTALLY SO distracted by heeseung's gif while reading 😭

ENHYPEN MafiaSon! (Legal line) | Locking eyes with reader from across the room

The reactions each got reaaaally long this time but my fantasy went nuts on this, I could literally write a whole story for every one of them but my brain capacity is 0,0000000001 right now. I was writing this at like 1am… Niwi~

WARNINGS: Mention of Alcohol, Casino, afab!reader

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Heeseung:

Heeseung brought you to one of those big gala like parties his Dad held regularly. It was your first time attending and Heeseung’s dad trusted you enough to be able to keep a secret and watch in silence when you eventually would have to. Heeseung did too, thats why he told you about his Dads job early into the relationship, which was years ago, now having an established relashionship with him. Heeseung also believed that you would have no problem mingling around the crowd, therefore, letting you alone so he could socialize a bit for himself, making contacts and talking to old acquaintances to improve his reputation as the Mafia Leaders Son. He was having a light conversation with a few men holding a glass of alcohol, must’ve been some sort of wine, while laughing with them. You yourself were conversing with three mid age and very kind women who appeared to be some mens wifes, holding a glass of wine too.  The women were appreciating your dress wondering about why ‘such a young lady like you’ would be amongst so many ‘old people’, then coming to the conclusion you of course must be with Heeseung, the polite gentleman. As soon as his name was mentioned, your gaze wandered over to your boyfriend while you, raised your glass to your lips out of embarrassment. It took you by surprise to see Heeseung already staring at you. His laugh did not plaster his face at all anymore. His gaze had a light undertone of pride to it. He continued his conversation with eaze but did not take his eyes off of you. And even though you two were far away from each other you could see his eyes drift over your figure in the sparkly, tight and elegant, long dress you wore. He was licking his lips, practically eye fucking you, taking off your dress… All while standing next to high position men with no shame or caution. You on the other hand were having significant problems concentrating on the women before you, which Heeseung noticed.

Jay:

Your Father was a great business man and indeed well known among others. People would always try to form partnerships with him but your father would not just choose randomly, which made him and everything around him, you included, even more interesting. He treasured you like nothing else and he always wanted you to someday inherit his company. He took you to business trips here and there and even to some other job events when you got older, which is why you landed in an auction just now. Your father did not exactly tell you what he was auctioning for but he vigorously made clear that Mr Park and his Son, Jay, would be there too, waiting to raise their auctioning number on the same thing your Dad planned on. He explained to you that Mr Park would make his Son bid too with the thought that he would probably make him bid around the second half of the auction to intimidate other auctioneers by showing them the competition. He made sure you knew Mr Park was an important person as well and to look out for him. When you two arrived you sat down on the other side of the seating area parallel to Mr Park and Jay. Your Dad gave you a number too though, telling you to ‘fight fire with fire’ or something, giving you the instruction to raise your number when he told you to. The auction went on for a while and you nor your father moved once. Then finally it was time for your fathers plan to unleash. He indeed predicted Mr Parks plan correct. More and more people were stopping to bid. Then you noticed Mr Park telling Jay to finally raise his arm one last time but before he could do so your father pulled your arm up swiftly, almost making your shoulder crack. Jay was too surprised to lift his arm because he was then just looking at you, you replying with your eyes too. While his father was too focused on hardly nudging his son to do something instead of lifting his arm himself, the auction moderator started counting off. 3 counts felt like 1 Minute. You did not even notice your father cheering, kissing your head when apparently the thing you bid on got sold to you (more like your father). You were to captivated by Jay and so was he. He was indeed too stunned to do anything but eventually pulled himself together, blinking quiet a few times and then started turning to his father again, apologizing deeply. But he did turn his face to you here and there for the rest of the auction again.

Jake:

It was a big day for your parents. Their new Casino was opening. The biggest and most luxurious in town. Did you like it? No. Did the opening ceremony mean for you to dress up for once? Yes! Your parents were strict on your education, meaning you were barely allowed to go out past 9pm, if at all. For sure you were going to put in everything to look just perfect. You did not want the pompous interior design to be the only thing to steal looks that night. Around the right time your were ready to drive to the said place and as soon as you arrived with your parents you already left their sides, searching for a hidden place on the first floor to look down and watch everything form above. It was surely entertaining to watch people just enjoying their card games or listening to the music around that just fit the vibe while leaning against the pillar to your right. You noticed your parents rushing to the entrance hall, disappearing for a second, then reapearing with a nicely dressed couple their age and a young, very handsome man behind. Your parents were seeming to speak comfortable with the couple, thy somewhat seemed to put a lot effort into impressing this couple specifically, the man behind them confidently took a few steps forward, excusing himself to look around, adjusting his suit. He was having a rather rapid tempo, scanning the room infront of him and then shifting his eyes to the upper floor until his eyes came to a stop right where you stood with one hand on the railing. With his eyes so did stop his feet. He took a sharp breath, fully taking in your presence and forming a smirk on his face. His hand wandered over his suit to his tie to loosen it a bit. You did the same, wandering your hands over your waist and chest, adjusting your dress’s strap.The man, who turned out to be the couples son named Jake, took this as an invitation, bit his lower lip and immediately rushed to you, not breaking eye contact. Let’s say that Jake made the night even more interesting and even outdid your expectations and hopes by far.

Sunghoon:

Art was something you always admired but what you did admire even more was your mom and you were undoubtedly proud of her for opening her third and most awaited art gallery. She was a very successful painter which did show by the big onrush of visitor that were just there to analyse your moms creations. You happened to be there too of course. Your mom always made sure to have you there and if not in person then she at least painted a part of you in one of her paintings, mostly being hidden but ‘true art connoisseurs would notice’ she always said- You took your rounds around the big labyrinth, taking in the colors and then stopped right infront of one of the paintings which wasn’t as crowded. Next to you stood one woman with imposing posture. She was so immersed into the painting that you did not notice yourself staring at her for Her staring at your moms painting until she started speaking up about how great of a fan she is and about how she always likes how the artist puts so much feelings in her artworks. It was hard for you to understand them even though you were the artists daughter you told the woman,  whereupon the woman rapidly turned her head to you. You were just as surprised as her but when she instantly started introducing herself and how nice it would be for her to meet the artists daughter you weren’t even able to process what she did next. She was pulling you to the middle of the gallery to a man, her husband, and started rambling about how she met you and how this would be the closest she would probably get to the artist. You, a little flustered, told her it would be no problem at all to introduce her to your mother, then right away you were looking for her until you found her among the people and pointed out where she was when suddenly- There he stood. A young and handsome male figure, you had to pull yourself together to not mistake him for one of your mothers artworks but you did not remember her creating any sculpure and neither would it be a sculpture of this much perfection but rather abstraction . There he stood with his hands in his pockets, he was facing you, swiftly looking at the woman next to you and then you. His lips were parting slightly and the air around you got thicker, the room appeared to be darker but the only light fell on him. Time almost seemed to stop when just a few seconds after the woman you were just talking with started complaining about how ‘her son’ was seriously standing next to the artist himself without realising, before she got the opportunity, and continued rambling to her husband about how she would finally be able to buy all the paintings she so much desired. You on the other hand were glued to where you stood. Sunghoon, the name the woman called her son out for, just looked at his mother with the side of his eye, slowly but finally turning his full body into your direction. It was pure tension which felt like pulling the two of you together.

— FINISHED READING!

I WANNA RIDE — LEE HEESEUNG

SUMMARY | in which your best friend, lee heeseung, has finally bought his first motorbike, and the first person he wants to show is you. you decide to use this opportunity to confess, despite the worry that it'll ruin your friendship

A/N | this is a very late bday present for @jaeyunverse i hope you enjoy it ammie !!

WARNINGS | profanity & making out

WORD COUNT | 2.7k (thought it'd be less than 1k but here we are slayy)

“You have got to be kidding me.” Your eyes widen at the sight in front of you.

Standing just outside your front gate, Heeseung rests his lower back on the edge of a shiny, black motorcycle. His entire attire is different to what you're used to as a smirk sits on his face. “What? You thought I was lying?”

Chuckling in disbelief, you close the door behind you to step out onto the porch. It feels like you're staring at an entirely different person. The Heeseung that you're used to loves making paper aeroplanes and throwing them at you in class, writing little notes on them wind you up such as 'you look like a grandma slouched like that.' The Heeseung you know is afraid of insects and will call you over to come kill any bug that he sees, even though he knows you're just as terrified as he is. The Heeseung that you just got off the phone with thirty minutes ago loves to bake cookies for you and your mum.

This is not the Heeseung that you know.

His hair is covering his forehead, bangs draping over his eyes that are narrowing in on you. He's dressed in all black, mimicking the edginess of the bike. The upturn of his lip is throwing you off a little, almost making you trip up as you arrive at the other side of the gate.

“No, I just didn't think that you'd show up to my house with it.” You whisper, unable to take your eyes off of the glow that bounces off his cheek under the street lights. You don't think you've ever taken the time to admire your best friend's appearance, but now that you are, you can't even stop yourself.

Whenever anyone asks you if you have any type of harboured, romantic feelings for your best friend, you’re always quick to shut them down. You and Heeseung have been glued to the hip since you were both twelve years old. He’s been nothing but a friend to you, and so you’ve never taken the time to see him the way the rest of your peers do.

Or so you thought.

“What do you say to a ride?” He asks with a raised brow. Heeseung’s hands are resting on the gate as he towers over your figure, staring down at you with a tilted head.

You almost shiver at the tension growing between the two of you. “Yeah, sure. Just as long as your bike riding isn’t as shit as your car riding.” You joke to clear the air, batting your eyes at the dust dancing in the street lights rather than his pretty lashes.

The enticing look on his face withers at your joke as his eyes turn into crescents. Heeseung snorts, “Let’s hope you don’t fall off the back of it, then.”

At that, you halt in your step. “Stop, why did you say that? I don’t wanna’ go on it now.”

Heeseung’s features soften as he holds onto your upper arm. “Hey, as long as you hold me tightly, you’ll be fine.” He explains, his hand moving to your back as he navigates you to his bike. “See? I even got you your own helmet.”

Putting on the helmet, you freeze at the thought of sitting behind Heeseung on his bike. At the thought of pressing your chest against his back, wrapping your legs around his and clutching onto his waist. Despite the two of you being friends for a while, you’ve never held onto him so intimately before. You have a feeling this is going to be a bit awkward.

Heeseung helps you climb onto the bike, and slowly gets up himself afterwards. You gulp as you stare at his back, having never noticed how broad it is before. His shoulders stretch beyond yours, and his head sits so high it blocks your vision of the road ahead.

He turns to look at you, jutting his chin at your legs. “You gotta’ sit closer to me than that, or else the next stop is the hospital, Y/N.” He chuckles.

You and Heeseung have hugged before. You hugged the day you both found out you were attending the same high school. You hugged the day you managed to bring a cat down from a tree without calling the fire brigade. You hugged the day Heeseung’s older brother left for college.

But as you wrap your arms around his waist and scoot your butt closer to his, you recognise that this is completely different. Your heart stammers in your chest as you nibble on your bottom lip. You’d like to say you’re just nervous about riding the motorbike, but you know it’s not that. It’s because of the way Heeseung smiles at you reassuringly before he puts his helmet on, and because of the little pats he gives your hands before he revs up the bike.

“Make sure we don’t die, idiot.”

“I don’t plan on that happening. But if it does, make sure you don’t sue me. I have a bright future ahead of me.”

You scoff before resting your head between his shoulders. “You bet your ass I will.”

Heeseung rides smoothly across the night streets of Seoul. It’s a beautiful, calming ride. One of those journeys where you can swim in your own thoughts rather than drown in them. While you imagine Heeseung was probably thinking about how to avoid hitting any cars or speeding through red lights, you were thinking about something else.

About your relationship with Heeseung.

When Heeseung parks his bike, the silence becomes a little awkward.

“Uh, Y/N,” He clears his throat, “you can let go now.”

You gasp when you realise you’ve gone from subtly holding onto his waist to practically cuddling his back. “Oh, I’m sorry.” You mumble before taking your hands off him and scooting backwards.

Unexpectedly, Heeseung turns around in his seat. But he doesn’t get off the bike. Instead, he just removes his helmet and smiles at you with those porcelain teeth of his. “Are you going to take your helmet off or will you just carry on looking like some assassin that was hired to kill me?”

Rolling your eyes, you pull your helmet off, too. “You’ve watched way too many movies.”

“Well,” He shrugs, “movies are the reason I got this bike, at the end of the day.”

“Really? I thought you got it because you suck ass at driving.”

Heeseung digs a finger into your forehead, “Hey, you don’t speak about my driving skills and I won’t speak about your baking, remember?” It’s only when you bring your head back up that you realise the proximity between the two of you. This time, Heeseung’s the one caging your legs. You take a peek at the skin of his thighs flashing through his jeans before drawing your attention back to his face. His face that’s a little too close to yours. “Hello, Y/N?” He snaps his fingers in front of your face. “Earth to Y/N?”

You shake your head, “Oh sorry, I zoned out a little.” You pause, an idea popping into your mind. “Hey, Heeseung.”

“Mhm?” His eyes round as he gives you such an attentive look, making your heart stutter even more.

“Why’d you come tonight? Couldn’t this have waited until the morning?”

Heeseung doesn’t even waste a second before he shrugs, “I don’t know. I just wanted you to be the first person to see the bike, I guess.”

“Why though?” Over the course of the bike ride, you thought about a lot of things. About how Heeseung is the first person you want to celebrate with, to show your things to, to rant and cry to, and to share your excitement with. You wondered if he ever thought the same, hence the question. “Why did you want me to be the first?”

The boy sitting across from you furrows his brows. “Because you’re my best friend? Does there really need to be a reason?”

Shit, that has your heart fluttering and deflating at the same time. Both you and Heeseung have used the term ‘best friends’ many times, but it has never sounded so sour before. Hearing him say that feels like a heavy blow to your stomach.

“Yes, of course there needs to be a reason.”

Heeseung chuckles at you, still looking confused. “Like what? Is there a reason why you texted me a picture of your midterm grades before you even showed your mum?”

Your jaw opens and closes at his words, trying to form a coherent sentence that wouldn’t make you sound deranged right now. “Well- I- You know-”

“Know what?” He asks while brushing some of his hair to the side. You gulp at the sight of the veins popping on the front of his hand, and the shininess of his forehead.

“There was a reason for that, Heeseung.” You whisper, unable to completely voice your feelings. Feelings that you’re praying he understands without you saying, but most importantly, feelings that you hope are reciprocated. “Why do you think I did it?”

“Are we seriously going to talk about what happened, like, a month ago, when we could be talking about how cool it is that I jus t rode you around the city?” He raises his voice a little, pointing at the road beside you.

Covering your face with your palms, you groan into them. “No, that’s not what we’re talking about.”

“Are you scared? Did you not enjoy the ride? Is that what this is about?” He interrogates you, dipping his head to stare at you intensely.

You have to swallow harshly at the switch in the air, cursing whoever’s given you this bad luck today. “No, I’m just-”

“Did you not want to be the first person I gave a ride to?” You bury your face into your hands once more, trying to control yourself from lashing out at your friend. “I don’t get it, this was supposed to be a nice night out, but you’re just-”

Irritated at his obliviousness, (note: all boys are the same, no matter how attractive they look) you remove your hands and cut off his sentence with your glare.

Heeseung nods at you to speak, clearly just as frustrated.

“I thought you’d get it, that’s all.” You sigh, about to give up.

“Get what?”

But there’s a flare in your chest. A voice in the back of your mind. A thump in your heart. Something telling you to go for it. That this is your best opportunity to tell him. You try to reason with the urge to confess. What if he doesn’t like you back? What if he only sees you as a friend and nothing more? Even worse, what if he has no attraction towards you whatsoever? What if confessing to him will make your friendship extremely awkward and end it forever?

But then another voice fights back. What if he does feel the same way? What if he’s been hiding his feelings from you to save the friendship? What if he does think you’re really pretty? You’ll only ever find out if you tell him, right?

Sucking in a deep breath, you decide to go with your gut.

“I thought you’d understand the reason that I’m asking you why I’m the first person to ride this bike with you. That I’m asking because I want to hear that..I’m special to you.” Your breath is heavy as the reality of the situation dawns on you. That you’re confessing to your best friend, Lee Heeseung.

“Y/N,” Heeseung unconsciously leans closer, his hand ghosting the side of your head before he retreats it back to his helmet, “of course you’re special to me.”

“No, no, I know.” You nervously tap your fingers on your lap, “But I mean a different kind of special.”

“I’m.. not following?”

Your shoulders slump. How can a person be this slow? “Fuck it.” You prepare to tell him, clenching and unclenching your hands to ease the tension in your body. “I like you!”

“Like-”

Quickly, you cover his mouth with your hands. You don’t want him to ruin the moment just yet. Needing to throw your feelings into the air, you carry on with his mouth shut. “I really like you. I still think you’re a weirdo, but that’s what makes you..you. I love driving you to school, I love sitting with you in the canteen and chatting shit about everyone, I love the notes that you give me in class, I love our 3am talks about the most random shit ever.” You ramble, getting lost in his eyes. “I love..speding time with you. And college is coming soon, so I don’t wanna’ lose my opportunity to some girl you’re gonna’ meet at some frat party or something.” Heeseung laughs, albeit muffled, and his hot breath tickles your palms when he does. “I like you, stupid. That’s why you were the first person to see my midterm grades.”

After letting it all out, Heeseungs grabs onto your wrists and removes your hands from his mouth. When he does, you’re met with a stoic expression. Your heart sinks in your chest and your throat becomes dry. You shouldn’t have confessed. Heeseung is about to reject you. This would change everything between you, and you don’t know if you’d be able to handle life without Heeseung. You two have intertwined your lives together. Losing him would destroy you, especially since you’ve only just come to terms with your feelings.

“I can’t believe you said that..” He says in a disappointed tone, making your eyes water. Is this how your friendship is going to end? Sitting on his dumb motorbike you wish he never bought? But Heeseung is fast to surprise you, “..before me.”

A breath of air washes over your body as you sit up, gaping at him. “Wait what?” You ask, words mixed with a worried chuckle.

Heeseung’s hands move from your wrist to your thighs as he squeezes them gently. The widest smile you’ve ever seen from him grows on his face as he pulls you closer. “I didn’t think you liked me.”

“I didn't think I liked you either, to be honest.” You break out into a laugh.

“Y/N, I’ve liked you for a while.” He says seriously, eyes never moving away from yours.

“Really?” You ask, genuinely curious. “Since when?”

“Since that day I took you to the mall because all of your friends cancelled on you.”

You gasp. “Heeseung that was, like, three years ago.”

“Yeah,” He nods, edging his face closer to yours, “I’ve been waiting three years to kiss you.”

A surge of butterflies fly around your stomach as your heart vibrates in your chest. You’ve had your first kiss before, but does a kiss as a result of a game of spin the bottle even count? Your skin suddenly becomes extremely sensitive, his touch on your thighs sending major nerve signals to your brain.

“Then kiss me.” You say bravely.

And Heeseung obliges immediately. His lips crash down onto yours, quickly switching from a light peck to an open mouthed kiss. His hands lift to hold your face as he moves his lips across yours. The kiss feels natural. It feels like your lips have been waiting to connect with his as they fit together like long lost pieces of a puzzle. He seems experienced as his thumb rubs circles across your cheek while he tilts his head to deepen the kiss. You can feel him. Everything Heeseung has wanted to say for the past three years, you can feel through the way he takes his time to kiss you. There’s no rush, no need to hurry. Not when you’re holding each other like this.

Pulling away to breathe, you stare into Heeseung’s blown pupils. “You’re good at that.”

“They say practising on your hand is really helpful.” He says, completely unashamed.

Your face cringes at his words as you lean back. “You’ve been making out with your hand? What the hell?”

Heeseung raises his hands in a shrugging manner to defend himself, “Well, it’s not like I could just go around asking people to practise kissing with me. And besides, it paid off!”

“You are so gross.” You laugh at him.

“Yeah, well, you just confessed to being in love with me. So, you’re gonna’ have to deal with a lot more gross than that for the next few years.”

“I did not say I'm in love-”

He cuts you off with a second kiss.

You playfully roll your eyes, wrap your arms around his neck, and gladly return it.

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N.RK. — RUIN OUR FRIENDSHIP.

pairing. nishimura riki x gn reader

genre. fluff, best friends to lovers au, highschool au, a bit of angst, dancer au

warnings. food, mutual pining, slight themes of jealousy

summary. in which you'd gladly ruin your friendship with niki in favor of being lovers instead, but can't decide if niki feels the same way.

length. oneshot

word count. 5.5k+

taglist. @starlostseungmin @luvhyun3 @ilynaevis @dnadoublefelixx (send ask if you'd like to be added or removed !!)

a/n. to minimize confusion, please just assume that everyone mentioned in this au is in their senior year of high school 😭 also.. hwangsify enhypen writer debut?!? 😰😓‼️ it's my first enha au so please please please feel free to give me feedback / your thoughts about this piece !!

It is during your seventeenth May that you learn 3 things about Nishimura Riki, certified dance prodigy, bungeoppang enthusiast, and also your best friend. 

1) That he really has grown up, in more ways than one (and you can’t decide if you like it or not), 2) that longer hair suits him a little more than you’d like to admit (especially when he tackles you in a sweaty bearhug after practice just to annoy you and his damp bangs are falling artfully over his eyes in a very attractive way), and 3) you have utterly and absolutely fallen in love with him (and you’re not sure how to fall back out). 

If you’re being honest, you still don’t quite know how #3 happened. After all, this is Niki you’re talking about, who you have known since the two of you were pudgy first graders. You’ve watched him sob over Toy Story 3 and rip the seam of his pants while attempting a split during dance practice and just about a thousand other wonderfully embarrassing things that you, as Niki’s childhood best friend, are privileged to watch and observe Niki do. (You also have your own fair share of embarrassing moments but that’s a conversation for another day). 

The point is, it’s just a little alarming that Niki had to be the one you’d fall for. After spending so many years together, the two of you practically spend every waking moment together at each other’s throats. 

(“You two bicker like an old-married couple,” Heeseung tells you one day, after you spend half an hour complaining to him about how tall Niki has been getting recently. 

“I’m not even going to think about the implications of that statement,” you snap back, and pointedly ignore the complacent grin that makes its way across Heeseung’s face.)

If it were up to you, you’d probably choose to fall for someone like Jake, who’s something like boyfriend material personified and who also doesn’t make it his life mission to annoy you until you physically cannot stand him anymore. But instead, you had to go ahead and fall for Niki. And now there are stupid butterflies fluttering wildly in your stomach whenever you set your eyes on him and his insanely attractive bangs and your heart skips a beat whenever he touches you, even if only on accident. 

It’s annoying, you decide. Being in love is very, very annoying. 

It’s not like you can help it, though. You never could quite help yourself when it came to Nishimura Riki. 

“Buy me bungeoppang after dance practice,” Niki prompts, sweeping his bangs back from his forehead as he goes through the dance sequence for the thousandth time. 

He looks good today. You have trouble tearing your eyes off of him. 

“Sorry, what? I wasn’t listening.”

“I said, buy me bungeoppang after dance practice,” he repeats, turning to glance at you.

You sigh. “Remind me again why we’re getting bungeoppang at the expense of my wallet and not yours?” 

“I bought bungeoppang last time for both you and Sunghoon!” 

If you’re being honest, you are very tired of the fish pastries at this point. Niki insists on buying them every time you get off from dance practice (because he’s just that obsessed) and while you enjoy them, you’d also much rather get something else to eat. Preferably something salty— you’ve been craving Sajo Corn Dogs recently. 

But it gives you an opportunity to spend more time with Niki, and the smile that lights on his face every time he bites into the bungeoppang makes it all a thousand times worth it. So you choke down the pastries anyway and try your best to act as if you’re not exhausted from eating the same stuff every time you get off from dance practice. 

“Fine,” you sigh. “I’ll buy you bungeoppang. But you’re buying next time.”

Niki hums in agreement, a small smile gracing his lips. The door sounds from behind you and you turn to see Sunghoon trotting inside, accompanied by a pouting Sunoo. 

“What’s with the face?” you laugh. 

Sunghoon grins. “He’s sulking because Jay insulted his aegyo.” 

Niki audibly snorts from behind you, although he doesn’t look away from the mirror as he goes through the choreography. Sunoo rolls his eyes and clutches your arm imploringly. “At least you find me cute, right Y/N?” 

For a moment, you’re tempted to tease Sunoo, just to see him pout some more. But you decide that he’s gone through enough today, especially considering the fact that Jay really does not hold back when it comes to bashing Sunoo’s aegyo. Grinning, you reach out a hand to ruffle Sunoo’s pink strands of hair. “Sure. You’re pretty cute.”

Sunoo beams smugly at Sunghoon. “I told you someone finds me cute.” 

“Y/N doesn’t count!” Sunghoon protests. “You know they’ve always had a soft spot for you.” 

Niki turns around from the mirror, grinning. “Besides, it’s only Y/N that finds you cute.”

Sunoo’s eyes narrow as he glares at Niki. “Yah, are you asking for a beating?” 

You quickly grab Niki’s arm before the two of them can jump at each other, because after years of watching the two of them together, you’ve long since learned that Niki and Sunoo can only spend an allotted amount of time together before they start chasing each other around the room while screaming insults at each other. 

“Actually, me and Niki were just about to go buy some bungeoppang. Do you two want any?” 

Sunoo shakes his head. “Don’t you get tired of bungeoppang? I’ve eaten so much bungeoppang this past year that I feel like throwing up everytime I see one.”

“Have fun getting bungeoppang!” Sunghoon calls out. “Maybe find the guts to finally kiss each other in the process!” 

You turn around to properly flip the smug motherfucker otherwise known as Park Sunghoon off, cheeks burning. Niki is equally as flushed from next to you, eyes narrowed as he glares at Sunghoon menacingly. Hastily, you pull Niki out of the door before Sunghoon can go ahead and blurt out anything more damaging. 

“Are we going to the usual cart?”

Niki nods, reaching into his pocket to flip open his phone. You allow yourself a brief glance in his direction while he’s distracted, taking in his flushed cheeks and sweaty bangs. He really has grown up. It seemed like only yesterday that he stole your crayons from you in first grade, cheeks still round with baby fat, hair styled in that atrocious bowlcut of his that bore an uncanny resemblance to a coconut. It’s hard to believe that he’ll be off to college already by next year. 

By the time you’ve reached the bungeoppang cart, the sky has already darkened. You watch as the man pours the dough into the molds and adds in the red bean filling before flipping the pan over to allow it all to cook. Niki watches on with mild interest, although he’s seen it happen a thousand times by now. 

The fragrant smell of sizzling dough fills the air as the fish pastries cook. 

You sigh. 

You’ve really eaten too much bungeoppang these past few years. 

When the pastries have fully cooked, the man slips them into a paper bag and you bow your thanks, reaching into your wallet to grab a few banknotes in payment. The man’s eyes flick between you and Niki, taking in your barely touching shoulders. 

“By the way,” he says, grinning. “Are you two together? You seem close.”

You balk, cheeks burning as you purposely avoid Niki’s gaze. He gives a short laugh from next to you and shakes his head in denial. “Ah, no. We’re just friends.”

“Ah,” the man says. “I see.”

He hands you the paper bag of bungeoppang and you quickly pull Niki away before the man can say anything else. If Niki catches sight of your flushed cheeks, he doesn’t say anything. Instead, he grabs the bag from you and pulls out a bungeoppang, taking a bite of the pastry with a sigh of bliss. 

Glancing at you, he holds out the pastry bag. 

“Do you want any?” 

You shake your head, smiling, although you can’t seem to keep your thoughts from straying back to the man’s words. 

God, maybe the two of you were just friends but you wouldn’t mind being something more. 

“Whoa, maybe I can choose..” you pause, squinting down at the screen of your laptop. “Bagpiping as my major.”

You grin. “Imagine how Sunoo would react if I actually decided to major in bagpiping.”

Niki sighs from next to you as he scrolls through his phone. “You’re really not going to take this seriously?”

“It’s a coping mechanism, okay?” you snap. “I’d rather think about taking bagpiping as a major than think about actually going to college next year. Besides, it’s easy for you. Your entire life was basically decided the moment you stepped into that dance studio for the very first time at the tender age of 3.”

“I mean, why not take dancing as your major? You’re good at it.” 

You grimace. 

“I just don’t know if I want to actually major in it or not. I mean, I like it a lot but not at the same level as you. You were practically born to dance.” 

There’s a note of envy in your voice. What you wouldn’t give to have Niki’s confidence in his decision-making. If you’re being honest, the very idea of college has you quaking. Normally, you’re the type to postpone any significant life decisions to the last minute, just because you rather not risk accidentally making the wrong choice. But college has forced you to make a multitude of decisions, each and every single one of them being pivotal to your future. 

To put it gently, you have come to possess an undying hatred for college applications. Even just the thought of the countless college pamphlets sprawled across your desk in your room makes your stomach hurt. 

“I mean, you can always change your major if you don’t like it,” Niki reasons, glancing up from his phone to look at you. “It’s not like your life would be ruined forever if you accidentally chose the wrong major.” 

“But I want to make the right decision from the start!” you protest. “I don’t want to go through all the trouble of starting a major just to realize I dislike it.” 

Niki shrugs and looks back down on his phone. Leaning forward, you catch a glimpse of his screen and let out a huff of exasperation. 

“Care to explain why you’re scrolling through the #softcats hashtag on TikTok instead of studying like you promised your mom you would?” 

“I’m taking a break!” Niki protests, tilting the screen of his phone away from you. “I get migraines if I stare at my physics textbook for too long!” 

“Bitch, the physics exam is tomorrow and you still haven’t finished studying the first chapter,” you sneer. “Hopefully your mom won’t beat your ass too badly when you come home with your 68 just like last time.”

“Yah, that was one time! Besides, this exam hardly even matters, especially since the finals are coming up in less than a month.”

You roll your eyes and wave your hand dismissively. “Whatever. It’s not like I care if you fail physics.” 

He sighs but flips open his textbook anyways. Knowing him, he’ll probably give up on studying in a matter of a few hours in favor of scrolling through some more cat Tiktoks. Even so, you doubt that he won’t manage to pass the exam. Despite that one time that he got a 68 on a calculus test, he’s always been a talented student. 

Your phone buzzes from next to you, vibrating with a notification from the groupchat. 

[4:56 pm] heeseung: sunghoon just told me that he wants to major in bagpiping can someone please come over and talk some sense into him

You let out a short laugh. “Sunghoon wants to major in bagpiping too! It’s not just me!” 

“Sunghoon probably gave up altogether at this point,” Niki snorts. “Besides, he’s got a whole career in ice skating ahead of him. He doesn’t need to worry about his college and major.”

That’s true. Sunghoon could probably get into the Olympics with his ice skating if he really tried. 

[4:57 pm] ngl i’m kind of tempted to major in bagpiping too  [4:57 pm] sunghoon: see !! it’s not just me !! y/n if u major in bagpiping we can be bagpiping buddies !!!  [4:58 pm] assuming that we get into the same college, that is  [4:58 pm] sunghoon: god why would u even MENTION college the very idea is gna make me sick

There are some times where you think it’s more than plausible that you and Sunghoon were soulmates in your past lives. 

“Wow,” Jay remarks after Sunoo pauses to take a breath during his long speech about how disappointing The Eternals was as a Marvel movie. “I never thought you could speak so passionately about anything other than mint chocolate ice cream.” 

In spite of the overwhelming amount of homework and college applications senior year throws your way, you still have to admit that there are benefits to being a senior. The most prominent of which being the fact that you’ve been able to spend a lot of time around the rest of your friends, especially Niki. 

Maybe it’s the fact that you’ve worked your asses off for the past three years in highschool or maybe it’s just the fact that this year will be your final year together as a group, but all your parents seem to have made a mutual agreement to ease up a bit on the studying to allow for you to spend more time together as a group. 

You suppose that’s why you find yourself sitting on the floor of Jungwon’s apartment, listening intently as Sunoo goes on and on about how mediocre The Eternals was. Jake had originally been the one to propose the idea of having everyone make a short speech regarding the things they learned during the time they spent together as a group to commemorate your friendship over the years as well as to celebrate your upcoming graduation. It wasn’t a bad idea, you admit, but ever since Jungwon came up and performed Tiktok dances as his speech, things kind of just went to shit. 

Jake looks like he regrets ever even mentioning his idea in the first place as Sunoo rants about how Ikaris and Sersi had zero chemistry as the main couple, even going so far as to pull up some random GIF on his phone to emphasize his point. The majority of you haven’t even bothered watching The Eternals, and the ones that have really can’t bring themselves to care, but Sunoo seems to have waited his entire life for this opportunity so you don’t bother breaking it to him that Niki has fallen asleep about halfway through his speech and Heeseung has been subtly scrolling through Instagram for the past 5 minutes by now. 

When Sunoo finally wraps up his speech, thoroughly winded from venting for 20 minutes straight (although he still finds the strength to smack a sleeping Niki hard on the shoulder and scold him for falling asleep), a silence settles throughout the apartment. For a moment, you all sit there until Jay abruptly clears his throat. “So… I guess this is our final year together, huh?” 

“You just had to say it out loud,” Jungwon sighs. 

“Someone had to say it!” 

Niki shifts from next to you, stretching forward to rest his head in your lap. You freeze for a moment, tensing from underneath Niki, and desperately hope that no one notices. 

Of course, they do, anyway. Heeseung catches your gaze and grins at you while raising his eyebrows suggestively, tipping his head towards the sleepy Niki lying in your lap. You mouth at him to fuck off, glaring at him menacingly. If the others notice, they say nothing, although they exchange glances between each other. 

There’s another long pause where everyone just stares at you and Niki for a long moment before Jungwon finally speaks up. 

“I can’t believe it’s all going to be over in like, 3 months.”

“It seems like yesterday that I first met you guys,” Jake shakes his head. “And now we’ll be in college next year.” 

Apparently, even Jake finds the idea of college intimidating, which is comforting considering the fact that he’s probably one of the smartest people you know. 

Jay groans and buries his face in his hands, evidently put off by the thought of college. You can’t blame him. Niki chuckles from your lap and you feel your stomach flip at the sound of his laughter. “Still scared of the thought of college?” 

Jay glares at Niki, eyes narrowed. “Maybe. Just like you’re scared of confessing to Y/N just because—” 

You hurriedly cut him off with a nervous laugh before he can deal anymore damage. Niki quickly sits up, raising his head from your lap to glower at Jay and Jungwon quickly steps in before the two of them start bickering. 

You can’t say it doesn’t bother you. These little comments your friends randomly throw in about you and Niki, as if it were a universally accepted fact that the two of you belonged together. The little jabs Jungwon randomly throws your way about “growing the balls to finally kiss Niki instead of sighing over him all the fucking time” or the teasing grins Sunoo shoots you whenever you’re within a ten foot radius of Niki. It almost seems as if everyone knows of your massive crush on Niki except for Niki himself, which is a little more disconcerting than you’d like to admit. 

After all, haven’t you been obvious enough? The iced americanos you leave by his desk at school whenever he falls asleep in class, the sweater you lent to him that one time he complained of being cold that you never bothered taking back. You wonder if it’s just because he’s impossibly slow when it comes to love, or if it’s because he really doesn’t care. 

You desperately want it to be the former. 

“By the way,” Niki says from next to you as the two of you stretch for dance practice. “Who are you partnering up with for the group project?” 

You pause, turning to stare at Niki. “Partnering up? Isn’t it a solo project?”

“No, dumbass,” he sighs. “It’s a group project. We’re doing it in duos.” 

Fuck. 

“Oh my god,” you groan. “I’m so fucked. I didn’t know we were partnering up! Everyone’s probably got partners already.” 

“Ah,” he says, reaching up a hand to touch his cheek, a nervous tic he’s developed over the years. “Well, then, partner up with m—” 

Before he can finish the sentence, you feel someone tap you on the back. Turning around, you jump at the sight of Hwang Hyunjin standing before you. 

Hyunjin’s handsome. Catlike eyes, godly physique, and a contagious laugh. If you didn’t already have the fattest crush on Niki, you’d most definitely have a crush on Hyunjin instead. 

“Y/N, have you found a partner for the project yet?”

“Ah,” you say, slowly. You spare a sideways glance at Niki but find him looking down, eyes trained to the ground. “No, I haven’t.” 

His eyes brighten as he smiles at you. “Well, do you want to partner up with me? I don’t think we’ve ever gotten the chance to work together yet.” 

You pause. 

You and Niki have been dance partners for as long as you can remember, but you’re not exactly against the idea of working with someone new for a change. Besides, maybe it would be beneficial for both of you if you took a small break from each other. Especially for you, you think. You really need to sort out your feelings over Niki. 

So you smile and nod. “Sure, Hyunjin. That sounds great.” 

Hyunjin grins back at you, eyes curved into crescent moons. You swallow down the sudden feeling of guilt that makes its way up your throat when Niki abruptly turns to walk away, head hung low. 

“I mean,” Niki complains, taking another sip of his melon bubble tea with cheese foam. “What’s so great about Hyunjin anyway?” 

“I don’t know,” Jungwon hums. “I think he seems like a pretty nice guy. Plus, he’s a great dancer.” 

Niki turns to glare at him. “Can you please just agree with me for once instead of simping over Hyunjin? He’s not even that good of a dancer.” 

(That was a lie, actually. Even Niki’s got to admit that Hyunjin’s a talented dancer.)

Jungwon sighs. 

“Well, what do you want me to say? I don’t think he’s a bad dancer, and he seems like a nice guy to hang out with. He even helped me with one of my choreos when I was having a hard time.” 

Niki scoffs and stirs his straw through his bubble tea moodily. 

“If you’re mad that Y/N chose to partner up with Hyunjin instead of you, you can just say it, you know. I can already tell, anyway.” 

“I’m not mad!” Niki protests unconvincingly. “I just don’t think Hyunjin’s an adequate dance partner for Y/N!” 

Even so, he finds his thoughts constantly straying to the image of you and Hyunjin together. He can’t help but feel annoyed at the very idea; after all, you and him have been dance partners for forever. 

“Whatever,” Niki mumbles. “It’s not like I care.” 

“Jealousy is a disease,” Jungwon informs him. 

Niki throws a dirty napkin in his direction. 

“By the way,” Hyunjin says, smiling brightly at you. “I accidentally bought two tickets to the newest Doctor Strange movie instead of just one, and I’ve been wondering if you wanted to come with me. It’s this Friday.” 

You flush. “This Friday?” 

Hyunjin nods eagerly. 

You had originally planned on going ice skating with Niki this Friday. You hesitate for a moment, unsure of how to respond, and Hyunjin’s face falls in disappointment. 

“It’s fine if you don’t want to go,” he says. “I’m not trying to force you or anything, I just thought it would be nice to go see a movie together.” 

“Ah, it’s not that,” you say hastily. “It’s just that.. I’ve already got plans this Friday with friends.” 

“Oh, I see,” Hyunjin says. 

You nod, almost awkwardly. For a moment, the two of you stand there in tense silence before your phone vibrates in your backpocket. 

[6:42 pm] jake: u should come over to the dance studio. niki’s acting kind of off today

You grimace, before glancing back up at Hyunjin. “Do you mind if I cut our meeting short today? Something came up.” 

Hyunjin nods. “Yeah, it’s fine. I’ll text you a good time to meet up again sometime.” 

You nod your thanks and quickly exit the building, quickly making your way to the dance studio just a few blocks away. When you enter the building, you find Jake sitting by one of the tables, eyes glued to his physics book. 

“Where’s Niki?” you ask, looking around. 

“He’s in Dance Studio 3,” Jake says, without looking up from his book (because he for some reason enjoys torturing himself to an extent that he’d voluntarily study physics). “Sulking.”

“Why is he sulking?” you groan. “What did I do wrong now?”

Jake looks up to stare at you, studying you for a moment before shaking his head. “Do you really not know?”

“No, should I?”

Jake shakes his head again and tilts his head towards the dance studio. “Just go in and talk to him, I’m sure you’ll sort it out. 

When you slip into the dance studio, you find Niki sitting on the ground, back pressed to the mirror as he scrawls on a piece of paper— most likely choreographing. He doesn’t look up when you approach. 

“Niki.”

He pointedly ignores you, eyes trained to his lap. 

“Niki.” 

When he doesn’t look up for the second time, you squat down next to him, gazing at him quietly. “Hyunjin asked if I wanted to go see the newest Doctor Strange movie with him this Friday.”

Niki flinches as if you slapped him across the face and finally looks up, eyes hard and slightly glassy. 

“Ah,” he says, slowly. “That sounds like fun. I hope you have a really fucking grand time with Hyunjin, your new dance partner, since apparently I’m not good enough for you.”

You wince. “I never said—”

“You don’t have to say it for me to know it,” he snaps. For a moment, his indifferent facade falls apart and you catch a glimpse of the hurt written across his face, although it quickly fades away into anger. Scoffing, he looks back down to the paper and picks up his pen, preparing to continue whatever choreography he was previously working on. 

You quickly grab his hand before he can uncap the pen, gazing at him beseechingly. He freezes, staring down at the intertwined hands lying in his lap in surprise. 

“Niki, please hear me out,” you beg. “Besides, I told Hyunjin I couldn’t go.”

That grabs his attention. He stares at you, eyes wide with shock. “Why?”

“We were going to go ice skating on Friday together, remember?”

He doesn’t reply, but his eyes soften a fraction of a degree. 

“Just.. hear me out, okay?” you plead. 

You take his silence as a yes. 

Taking a deep breath, you think of the past few years you’ve spent falling in love with Niki. The countless days you have spent by his side in anguish, too afraid to confess in fear of ruining your friendship entirely. But you have come to learn that there are some things worth ruining and your friendship with Niki just happens to be one of them. Because there’s this aching in your chest whenever you set your eyes on him and the lightest dusting of freckles across his cheeks from going strawberry picking with you just a few weeks ago and every fiber of your being feels programmed to adore Nishimura Riki, with his stupidly attractive bangs and his strange obsession with bungeoppang. Because there’s this sensation that consumes you wholly whenever you’re around him, this weird feeling that yeah, this is it. I wouldn’t mind spending the rest of eternity by his side.

You clear your throat.

“Remember when we went hiking with the rest of the group a few months ago? On that mountain?”

Niki’s eyes flash with recognition, although he doesn’t say a word. 

“Sunoo had black hair at the time, I think.”

“I clearly remember him having pink hair.”

“No, he had—” you clear your throat. “Whatever. That’s unimportant. What I’m trying to say is, we were all so tired and sweaty when we were hiking and everyone was so annoyed at Jungwon because he had forced us to go hiking in the first place. And just when we were about to turn back, we finally reached the summit of the mountain and everyone just fucking froze there for like, a good 30 seconds because the view was just that gorgeous. And then we all took off our coats and just stood there, all sweaty and exhausted, admiring the scenery before Jake started chasing Jay around and then we all just started laughing and—” 

“Remind me why you’re telling me this again?”

“Shut up,” you snap. “I’m getting there. So anyways, we were all fooling around on top of this mountain in front of this gorgeous view and you had your camera with you so you were walking around snapping pictures of everyone. And Sunghoon kept on complaining because he thought your camera made him look way uglier than he actually was and everyone kept on bursting into laughter because Heeseung couldn’t stop laughing for the picture and he kept on doing that thing he does where he opens his mouth like a fucking frog to keep from laughing except it wasn’t working and we were holding hands—”

“I don’t ever recall us holding hands.”

“Well, I do, okay? Now, stop interrupting. So we were holding hands because I had complained that my hands were cold and I just remember thinking that like, even if college tears us apart and even if it’s all just downhill from here on out, at least I had this memory, you know? At least I had this memory of all of us gathered together on this mountain, all sweaty and shit, just feeling on top of the fucking world. And I also remember thinking that if I could freeze time and just die in this moment, I totally fucking would. Because, like, we were holding hands for fucks’s sake. And you were smiling at me all happy and— God, I just remember feeling like this must be my most beautiful moment in life. Up there on that mountain, holding hands with you, laughing my ass off just because Heeseung couldn’t stop cracking up to take a picture.”

Niki’s eyes have softened by the time you’ve finished. You’re all out of breath and anxious, gazing at him quietly. ”What I mean to say is, I’ve liked you for forever now, okay? And Hyunjin’s not going to get in the way of that.”

“You could have just said those last 2 sentences and been done with it. You didn’t have to go through that whole ass essay, you know?”

You roll your eyes. “I just poured out my fucking heart to you and that’s what you tell me?”

Niki ducks his head to hide the smile tugging on his lips. 

“Hm, I don’t know,” he says, feigning indecision. “I normally would have accepted your confession but given the recent circumstances with Hyunjin…”

You sigh and decide to resort to Plan B. Which is, to say, just fuck it all and go for it. 

Leaning forward, you cup Niki’s jaw and press your lips against his own. For a brief moment, you feel Niki tense from underneath you, all rigid muscle and smooth skin, but he relaxes into the kiss almost instantly, reaching out an arm to hook it around your waist, pulling you closer. You sigh into his lips and lean into his touch when he reaches up a hand to run a hand through your hair, impossibly warm as he tightens his arms around you. 

You eventually pull back after a long moment, leaning back to sit on your heels, panting. “Do you believe me now?” you breathe, staring at Niki. 

He laughs and nods as he leans forward, reaching for you. Just when you’re about to wrap your arms around him (and possibly kiss some more), the door bursts open and the rest of the group jostles in. You sigh as the air fills with cheers and catcalls. You should have known they’d do something like this. 

Jake slaps Niki on the back so hard in congratulations that he falls forward and most likely would have face planted right into the wooden floorboards of the dance studio had Sunghoon not caught him by the waist just in time while Heeseung grins at you almost triumphantly, as if he was the one that single handedly brought you and Niki together. 

Jungwon nudges Jay’s shoulder. “Yah, hyung, you owe me 20,000 won.”

Jay grumbles but reaches into his pocket anyways for his wallet to hand Jungwon a handful of banknotes. 

The realization hits you a few moments later. 

You narrow your eyes. “Were you two.. betting on whether or not me and Niki would end up together?”

Jungwon grins and holds up his handful of banknotes. “It was worth betting on!”

You decide to postpone beating the shit out of Yang Jungwon for another day, just because you don’t want to ruin this one. Especially since you just found the guts to finally confess to Nishimura Riki after years of pining. 

You lean into Niki’s touch when he pulls you down to the floor next to him and presses a kiss to your cheekbone, lips curving into a smile against your skin. Sunghoon lets out a very loud (and very exaggerated) groan of disgust while Jay yanks out his phone to snap a picture of you and Niki together (most likely for blackmail) and you can’t help but laugh at it all because it’s been a very long time since things felt so right. An even longer time since you’ve felt this happy. 

And yeah, you’ve still got a bunch of overdues to finish off tonight and you’re still terrified at the very thought of college but even so, with Niki pressed to your side like this as he snakes his arms around your waist, you can’t help but feel as if you’d gladly face whatever the future throws at you as long as he stays right here by your side. 

— FINISHED READING!

this made me all smiley and giddy... so cute

DIMPLE BOY - yjw

pairing ; yang jungwon x fem!reader

genre ; smau, fluff

character mentions include enhypen, itzy, stray kids, ateez, txt, bts and nct dream

synopsis ; you didn’t really mind when you started receiving cute twitter dm’s from a private account named dimple boy. but now that your secret admirer has admitted to attending the same school, you are committed to finding out who it is.

warnings ; cursing, mentions of death (jokingly) ,agressive humor, food, alcohol, idol shipping kinda??, stupidity

status ; completed

do me a favour and ignore the time stamps!

profiles ; y/n and friends | jungwon and friends

001. wdym obvious

002. dinple

003. dimple ‘boy’ [written]

004. not completely idiotic

005. onigiri

006. it’s not that deep

007. rooftop [written]

008. a burgundy rose

009. asap

010. my treat [written]

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— FINISHED READING!

omg this is cute :'( like cute cute, I can imagine them clearly in my head

◌༉‧ 𝐍𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐚, 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 | 𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐚 𝐫𝐢𝐤𝐢

➴ pairing: ni-ki x f!reader

➴ genre: angst, fluff | short one-shot

➴ warning(s): hints of jealousy, there may or may not be some sort of unrequited love for a split second ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ , a little heavy with the feelings here and there

➴ wc: 1.1k

➴ requested: here

Your friendship with Ni-ki started unintentionally. If Jungwon never took you over to the dorms to have a break from studying, then you never would have met each other. You visited the dorms a few times; studying for upcoming exams while Jungwon tutored you; taking breaks and having movie nights on some weekends, and you remembered the younger to be extremely quiet but also adorable.

Since then, yours and Nik-i's friendship had grown a lot. From both of you being exceptionally shy towards each other, to spending almost several times a week meeting up and hanging out doing whatever. You were extremely grateful to have met someone like him.

Over the course of a few months, Ni-ki started to develop feelings for you. Keeping it to himself, he didn't want any of the boys to blurt it out before he could tell you himself, which led you to your current situation. The boys invited you to a formal event, and while the others were busy with networking and other conversations, you were left with Ni-ki to wander around the quieter part of the venue.

"Yn? Can we talk outside?" His exterior demeanour was stern, no ounce of emotion, but your eyes settled on his fingers fiddling with the cuffs of his blazer.

"Sure, what's up, Ni-ki?" You both made your way to the wide-arched doors that led to a decent sized field past the fountain. The cool breeze hit your exposed back, curtesy of your backless dress. It was getting a little too warm inside anyway.

"I just wandered," he started, hands shoved in his pockets as his eyes traced the lines of cracks on the pavement under his feet. "If you've noticed anything these past few months?"

It confused you as to why he wouldn't just tell you straight, but you refrained from asking further questions. You knew he would tell you not to reply to his questions with questions of your own. Scrunching your brows, you thought long and hard before you attempted to answer, "I know you've definitely grown a lot taller and your dancing has improved a lot!"

You scanned his face, searching for any type of reaction towards your answer, but he replied with a low sigh.

"Noona," his walking came to a halt, and so did yours. He turned his body so he was facing directly at you with his fingers softly grazing your elbows and sliding down your arms until he lightly held your fingers. "You're so pretty."

It was hard to stop yourself from blushing at his words, it was unexpected, but even at his low voice and gesture managed to affect you more than it used to. For a second, you momentarily saw him as a young man and not just the youngest member of their group whom they frequently babied.

Your chest lightly rose and fell from the way you had been holding your breath, feeling smaller under his gaze. Within these few seconds, things were starting to make sense to you.

The way he would offer to cook you food when you knew he doesn't even cook for the members. The way he would offer you his hoodies when you forgot to bring one over. Or even the way he looked at you, listening intently while you talked to him. It's the same endearing gaze, and it all finally makes sense.

"Ni-ki-" you started, but your mouth closed again, not knowing how to word what your mind was telling you.

"I like you a lot, noona. I don't know if you've chosen to ignore me and my feelings the past few months, but I think I'm falling in love with you." His thumbs started twiddling with your fingers, the action so delicate.

"No, of course I wasn't ignoring you, Ni-ki." You let out a half-hearted laugh. "It's just, I didn't want to think much of it and I..." You trailed off. You tried to find the right words before unintentionally breaking his heart.

Your thumbs lightly rubbed over his to comfort him, "I don't know how your members, especially Jungwon, would feel if they knew I liked you back. We're still young, Ni-ki, I don't think I'm ready to be in a relationship right now. I think it's best to let it go for now, or we can wait it out together."

He hadn't said a word for what felt like over ten minutes or so. You were growing anxious waiting for his reply, but he sighed, thinking this was your extremely polite way of subtly rejecting him.

"I hope you'd want to wait it out together." You broke the silence. "Because I like you too, Ni-ki. If I hadn't already made that clear." Your hand slipped away from his as you chuckled behind your hand. The other one finally intertwining with his.

Again, you searched his face, desperately looking for some sort of reaction until you saw the corner of his lips tugging upwards to a subtle smirk. After knowing him for these past few months, you knew that smirk would come out when he's satisfied with something.

"Don't worry about my hyungs. I'll talk to them about it, but you like me back? Since when?!" He finally had that excitement you hoped to hear in his voice. He poked at your sides, making you laugh while swatting his hands away.

"That one time we had that movie night and I fell asleep. I remember I woke up for a second and I saw you moving your blanket onto me, I felt you sit beside me and kept me warm. Since then I've noticed your gestures and..." You blushed quite hard, knowing Ni-ki wasn't going to let you live this down. He always used to tease you so much and you already know he'll tease you even more after your confession.

"And?" He egged you on, slightly tugging at your hand and raised a brow.

"I just thought it was really cute. I thought you were just really cute from the beginning-"

"Noonaa~ I'm not cute." You lightly laughed at his attempt to sound more manly, taking advantage of his deep voice.

"Mmm, you're always going to be cute to me." You leaned in close to give him a quick peck on his cheek. Once you pulled back, you saw his eyes widen at your action, your turn at tugging his hand. "Come on, let's go back inside."

"Actually, can we stay outside a little longer? I want more time with you to myself," you both walked over to sit on the bench beneath the lilacs tree, in front of the fountain. "I want you to myself before Jungwon hyung finds you... again." He mumbled, but it was still loud enough for you to hear him.

"Sorry, what was that?" You turned to look at him, cocking up on eyebrow from his comment.

"Nothing," he chuckled lowly, teasing you. You poked his side before you laid your head on his shoulder, "I just said you're pretty."

how can we adopt jungwon when that boy is transforming into something..... hOT wonie is now long gone 😭

faketext oneshot : non-idol! Park Jongseong (Jay) × female!reader

pairing: enhypen non-idol! Jay x female!reader

tags: oneshot, friend to lover, roommate to lover, non-idol, fluff, possessive jay😳 idk what else to call this

warning: none? mention of kink if you count that??

an: why do I unconsciously write these at 5am💀 anyway enjoy!!!! ( don’t tell anyone but this jay made my heart go💥💥💥 especially the perfume part💔)

fake text oneshot! collection:

Jungwon / Heeseung / Jay / Jake / Sunghoon/Sunoo /Niki

Disclaimer: Please remember that this is a work of fiction! Any idols (activity) written and mentioned in this story/AU is not to be associated with the real idols.