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earthsc1ence · 6 months

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Hi!

ENHYPEN x reader

synopsis: Your family dragged you out to see the Thanksgiving Parade. You were originally just semi-excited until you actually got there. Little did you know, you’d be seeing a popular kpop group your friend love.

warnings: some cursing, lightly edited, WAY too long

requested: nope

word count: 1.9k

i’m delulu, don’t judge pls :)

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“WHY DID WE HAVE TO LEAVE at 5:30 if we had to be here at 7?” You groan, leaning into your father’s shoulder dramatically.

Because it’s Thanksgiving and everyone gets time off, you decided to stay with your parents and visit them for the holiday weekend. Though, they practically forced you to visit so you could accompany them to the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade (they had an extra ticket and had no one to give it to).

After a very boring train ride, you and your parents finally made it to your seats alongside the road where the floats would be going down in about 2 hours.

Your father sighs and pushes you off his shoulder. “You could have slept on the train, you know.”

You send him a tired glare. “I don’t sleep in public, you know that. And don’t avoid the question!”

It seems as if he doesn’t hear you—thought you know very well he did—, suddenly finding your mother’s hat very interesting and he starts up a conversation with her about it—as if he wasn’t the one to gift it to her for their anniversary.

You fight back a fond smile and plop down onto the bench, pulling out your phone with a yawn. You quickly google when the parade starts—

“Nine? …It starts at nine!?” You loudly exclaim, drawing a few curious stares. You can feel your face burning, causing you to keep your head down.

You feel a light hit to your head, causing you to let out a muffled grunt. “What was that for?” You whine childishly, rubbing where she hit you.

“Don’t complain, we generously offered you these tickets. Try being thankful—it is Thanksgiving, after all.” Your mother’s sharp voice cuts into your thoughts. You’re tempted to roll your eyes, but you know that’d only earn you another hit.

“Thank you very much for inviting me to accompany you to the parade.” I give my mother a shit-eating grin and she just sighs, though I catch a hint of a smile.

You turn your attention back to your phone and decide to see what floats would be up this year. You smile when you see the picture of Snoopy’s float, but don’t really pay enough attention to remember what any of the floats would look like.

“Get off your phone and look around; we’re in New York City, after all!” Your mother exclaims and your hands quickly find their place on top of your head, scared she’ll strike again.

When she doesn’t, you roll your eyes. “Yeah, not like I grew up here or anything.” You mutter under your breath, somewhat surprised your mother didn’t hear you.

You sigh, and it’s so cold you can see your breath. A smile works its way onto your face—you always found it fascinating how you can see your breath when it’s cold.

Deciding to finally take a page from your mother’s book, you pocket your phone and stretch your arms above your head, admiring the sky as the sun rises.

The sky is a beautiful orange to pink gradient, though you can really only see it above the buildings. The sky above you is a nice baby blue, not a cloud in sight.

It’s a lovely morning, however much you despise being out and about at 7am.

You bite back another sigh, silently wishing you got up just a little earlier to make yourself a cup of coffee.

After around 10 minutes of sleepily looking around, you pull your phone out once again to check the time.

7:18 am.

Damn.

You find yourself putting on your headphones and scrolling TikTok, getting hopelessly lost in whatever the hell your FYP is.

After a while, you check the time again.

7:42 am.

You should be surprised at how much time you passed scrolling on TikTok, but you aren’t.

You sigh and pull off your headphones, leaving them around your neck.

Your mom is scrolling on her phone—“hypocrite”—and your father is nowhere to be seen.

“Hey, ma.”

No response.

“Mama.”

A slight nod of her head in your direction is the only indication you get that she’s listening.

“Where’s dad gone?”

After a moment, she shrugs.

You sigh and stand up, stretching. “I’m gonna walk around.”

No response.

You roll your eyes and walk alongside the edge of Central Park, careful to map out your path in your head so you can make your way back to your seats.

As you walk, you hear quiet quacks come from your pocket. You frown and pull out your phone, curious to see who’s calling you.

maxie is calling…

You frown, confused as to why your best friend would be calling you so early when she normally wakes up at noon.

Then again, it is Thanksgiving.

You accept the call and bring your phone to your ear, not ready for your eardrums to be blown out.

“(NAME)!? (NAME)! DID YOU HEAR? OH LORD, PLEASE TELL ME YOU HEARD—“

“AH!”

You shriek, ripping the phone from your ear like it’s on fire.

“Don’t yell, you idiot! You practically made me go deaf!” You whisper-shout into the speaker before bringing the phone back to your ear.

You hear Maxie giggling sheepishly across the line.

“Sorry, (Name). Anyways, did you hear?”

You frown. “Hear what?”

You can practically see her usual shocked and slightly offended expression whenever you happen to not know what she’s talking about.

“About ENHYPEN, of course!”

You blink.

“…What?”

“ENHYPEN! You know, my favorite boys?”

You sigh. “No. No, I don’t know.”

“You know them—sort of. Well, whatever. The point is, they’re going to be performing at the parade! Isn’t that amazing?”

Her voice is laced with so much excitement and energy that you almost want to go back to sleep.

“…Um, yeah.”

Maxie sighs through the phone, leaving you to only imagine her eyeroll.

“Well, the point is, promise to take pictures! And send me them! And say hi for me!”

“…Uh?—“

“Great? Great! Love you! Talk later!”

“Maxie, wai—“

The familiar beep of a phone call hanging up sounds from your phone, and you stare at your phone incredulously.

“…She really hung up on me,” You mutter in disbelief before shrugging. “…Whatever.”

You think an hour passes—especially because you can hear people cheering.

Your eyes widen and your gaze moves to the road.

A golf cart drives along the road with a woman dressed in white waving to the crowd.

You frown, not recognizing the woman—then again, you only got a brief glance of her.

“Must be a reporter for the parade.” You mutter and start making your way back to your seat.

You’ve never really watched the Thanksgiving Parade on TV very much; not in a few years, at least.

You pass by much larger crowds of people sitting on the bleachers lining the road than earlier as you retrace your steps until you manage to find your parents talking with another.

“Hey, I’m back.”

Your mother immediately looks to you, her gaze piercing and accusatory.

“Where did you go? You disappeared!”

“I literally told you—“ You start, but think better of it and stop yourself midway. Your mother huffs when you shrug.

“Just make sure to let us know when you leave next time, okay?”

“I literally did,” You think to yourself as you manage to put on a rather strained smile. “Yep.”

Your father just pats your shoulder sympathetically as you sit down and goes back to his conversation with your mother.

You pull out your phone and check the time.

8:44 am.

Damn.

You’re about to start scrolling through TikTok once again until your eardrums are practically blown out from the cheers around you.

Your head snaps up and you eagerly look down the road to your right, seeing a giant acorn float slowly make its way down the road.

You snort.

“Oh, this is going to be fun.”

Around a half hour goes by, and you’ve already taken millions of pictures of various floats and celebrities in the parade.

You’d decided that waking up at 4:30 was worth it—this morning has been magical, and it’s barely even gotten started.

“…Snoopy was amazing!” Your father muses, smiling childishly.

You nod along, about to speak, until you hear some music—Baby Shark?—playing from down the road.

Your eyes widen and you look to the street, only to see two people carrying a sign with an all-too-familiar name reading from it;

ENHYPEN

“…Right.”

You remember how badly Maxie wanted pictures of them, so you immediately pull out your phone and start to snap photos of the men on the float.

However, after around 10 pictures, you lower your phone to actually get a good look at the group.

There are two on your side—one in a red jacket and the other in a rather warm looking purple coat.

In fact, the one in the purple coat is… beautiful.

There’s no other way to describe him.

He looks almost like royalty, waving daintily to the crowd.

Your gaze shifts to the man in the red jacket who’s grinning excitedly.

You snap out of your trance, only to realize there aren’t particularly a lot of people cheering for them.

To be honest, you didn’t really expect anyone on your side of the road to recognize them—they’re mostly older folks, after all.

However, you expected people who didn’t have reserved seats to cheer—or at least recognize them.

You find yourself frowning at the lack of excitement for this group.

They came all the way from South Korea, so they should at least get some cheers, right?

You don’t know what comes over you—a curse? A demon? Maxie’s fangirling?

It doesn’t matter, because you find yourself standing on top of your seat and cupping your hands over your mouth.

“…And say hi for me!”

Is one of the things you recall Maxie telling you—jokingly, of course—but of course you take it just a bit too seriously.

You take in a deep breath, and yell at the top of your lungs:

“HI!”

It feels like the world stops moving. Suddenly, everyone is staring at you.

Heat rushes to your cheeks and you swear if there was one moment in your moment you truly wanted to die, it’d be right now.

The man in the red jacket looks to you, shock adorning his handsome features.

Then, the man in purple is looking at you, too.

And all seven men on the float are looking at you, too.

“…Shit.”

Then, one particularly resembling a happy puppy, grins widely and waves his arms above his head in a way to wave at you.

“GREETINGS!”

You blink.

Suddenly, they’re all grinning at you as if you were an angel sent from above.

“HELLO!”

“HEY!”

“WHAT’S UP!”

A chorus of greetings are shouted from the float, all of them smiling brightly.

Your embarrassment fizzles away, and you’re overcome by an exhilarating sense of happiness.

You wave madly, now smiling so hard that your cheeks would surely cramp later.

However, as soon as it begins, it ends.

Down the road, you can hear screams and cheers of excitement as the group’s float rounds the corner.

One by one, they all move their attention from you to the cheering crowd.

Just as you think they’ve stopped waving at you, the first one to greet you back waves.

“BYE!”

You smile.

“LATER!”

You shout, waving madly. He slowly turns away from you and back to the crowd as the float disappears behind the corner.

You’re still smiling, your cheeks hurting just as you’d predicted.

You turn back to your parents, staring at you in shock.

Your father is dumbfounded while your mother has her phone pulled out, but her attention is all on you.

“…I got all that on camera.”

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