#ᨳ reborn !

[enapoe]

ᨳ hypocrite

synopsis - y/n's brother is a star soccer player — which is why she refuses to date athletes. (like she dates anyone). But when she's put in charge of the sports section in the school newspaper, she coincidentally makes the star player fall for her.

genre - soccerplayer!hoon × nerdy/writer!reader. FLUFF what is angst? we don't know her. hoon's a rich boy, yn has a famous big bro 🙄 cliché nerd catches athletes eye whatever, whatever

warnings - kiss kiss (duh) lmk if I missed any o(^o^)o

word count - 434

A/N - this story is a lot of my imagination, but after some digging I think @/eeunoia has jungwon fic (Attention Please! Mini series) similar in the sense that both female leads write about the sports team. So before people say I'm not crediting them or stealing their work here I am saying that both our stories have this one thing in common. (Also also, they're a very amazing writer and their stories are adorable and heart fluttering)

PART 2 here !

The library was your favorite place in the entire city.

Something about the smell of books and coffee that ligures through the book shelves is both comforting and slightly concerning. The library has seen better days but a fair amount of students still come in everyday to study. Sometimes — if you're lucky — people come in for dates, you love people watching, but watching two young people fall in love is S tier. Romance is your favorite genre; books, movies, anything that makes you red in the face and butterflies appear in your stomach.

Even after many failed relationships back in middle school, (don't ask, it was mainly teenage boys filled with uncontrolled hormones) you haven't given dating a second chance. Romance and love was like biting into a creme filled donut—or even better, homemade soup on a cold winter day—it wasn't what your brother said romance is at all.

He's the best brother you could ever ask for, yet his dating life is one of pure nightmares. It seems like everyday Dispatch has a new article about him. He's never brought a girl home, which means he's never been with a girl for longer than one night.

Since his love life consists of picking up a girl and dropping them the next day, you've always told yourself: you will never date an athlete. Yes, in fear they'll use you, but also because you're scared they'd only like you if they find out about your brother.

Whilst in your internal monologue, you didn't notice someone walking up to you.

“Um, excuse me? Do you work here?” you turned and were met with someone's chest. Damn. You looked up and saw the eyes of the one and only star player of the soccer (football) team.

“Oh! Yes, I work here. Can I help you with anything?” Sunghoon found your appearance cute. Not like the ‘I'd date you’ cute but maybe like a newborn puppy type. You wore a baggy beige crew neck and a pair of acid wash jeans, with your hair down and straightened. “I need this book called ‘To Kill a Mockingbird’, do you guys have it here?” After a second of silence, you nodded and led him to the mature reading section of the library.

“Thanks for the help…” you think he's asking for your name. “Y/n, Go Y/n” you giggle like a middle schooler and hate youself for it after. “I'll see you around Go Y/n.” He puts the book in his bag and stops before turning back towards you.

“I'm supposed to check this out, aren't I?”

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[enapoe]

ᨳ dance lesson

synopsis - After the hot senior jake tries to court you, (aka flirt with you because he's bored) you lie and tell him your type are dancers

genre - highschool!niki x fem!reader

warnings - jake being annoying !!NOTT PROOFREAD! I dknt eeven know what this is

word count - 1.3k

You rolled your eyes.

"You know I want you" he said, grabbing your hand and interlacing your fingers together. "No you don't Jake, you just dumped another girl and are looking for an easy rebound," you unlaced your fingers and brushed your hair back "you'll just have to look for someone else." Today marked day four of the hot senior— Jake— flirting with you nonstop. He seemed to have the notion that every girl would drop dead if he spared them a single glance. He had the face, charm, charisma, if it wasn't for his personality and play-boy tendencies you would've fallen for him too.

"What do you want in a guy?" Jake started chasing after you in the hallway, "y/n I know you've never had a boyfriend, so what's your ideal type?" Ok, ouch, didn't have to bring your non-existent love life into this. After the initial sting of Jake's unintentional burn, you stopped to think. He has to be nice, charming, and kind to his mom. The bare minimum, really. "I don't know, maybe a dancer?" You shrugged and said something completely random knowing Jake could barely do a tumble roll (no offence).

Jake looked taken aback. "You can't dance, what's so hot about dancers?" You were now in front of your first block class. Jake doesn't even take pottery so for an hour‐thirty minutes he can't bother or talk to you. You rolled your eyes for the hundredth time this morning "Jake, seriously, give it up" you opened the door of the classroom and slammed it in his face. Aggressive? Maybe, but anything to get this Aussie away from your face.

"Literally, you date him!" You pushed Eunchae a bit because of her constant insistence of you giving Jake a chance. "No way! He's not my type" she rolled her eyes "who's your type anyway?" You asked, she never shows interest in any guy at school and she's drop dead gorgeous so… plus, school is often filled to the brim with mid guys anyway.

"Um… I kinda like Yang Jungwon from class 3" she chuckled a bit and tucked a strand of hair out of her face. "Really?! He's a grade older though" you and eunchae started talking more about Jungwon and Jake as you two entered the cafeteria.

"They're friends aren't they?" Eunchae asked "Jake and Jungwon?" you started to think about Jake and his massive group of friends. Most of them were fake but he had six close friends— if you recall. "Yeah, I think they've been friends for a while. Kinda cool how he has friends in the upper and lower classes" you placed your bag down at a table and sat down. Your legs hurt from running in cross country yesterday.

"I'll grab food for the both of us today" Eunchae smiled and left. What an angle, must know you're in pain from sprinting one hundred metres yesterday. You pulled out your phone and looked on instagram, the reels make you feel like a baby unaware of time while scrolling through hundreds of videos. "Hey" someone said, and sat down next to you. At first you thought it would be Jake. But after another beat of silence you knew this couldn't be the loud frat-boy energy Jake emitted everywhere he went. Instead when you looked up it was Niki. The Japanese boy in your pottery class. He had a more timid aura— quiet and reserved.

"Hi," you replied. "What's up?" You're still confused why the boy is sitting next to you. He sighed, you tilted your head in confusion "sorry. My friends— Jake actually, wanted me to talk to you" he confessed, a little laugh was bubbling deep in your throat. He looked up after looking down in his lap "well this is the worst first impression" he smiled awkwardly, "I'm Niki" he introduced himself, "I know who you are niki" he was shocked— apparently he thought you didn't know him— even though you've been classmates since junior high. "I don't have a memory of a goldfish Niki" he nodded and looked away embarrassed "tell Jake I'm not interested," Eunchae came back and placed your trays of food down.

"Actually I was wondering if you were down for some dance classes?" He said "Text me" he placed his number on your table and ran— dashed— back to his table.

The note had messy boy handwriting. Aka really wobbly and almost unreadable. "What's Niki doing talking to yah?" Eunchae began eating her fresh rice and kimchi "I don't really know," you looked at his number. Dance lessons? Did Jake tell him your type? "I think Jake made him talk to me," you scooped some soup into your mouth. "Something about dance lessons? Should I do it?" You handed the note to Eunchae. "'Private finance lessons with me (niki)'" she read the note aloud and slammed it down onto the table. "Yes! Take the lessons, I think Niki's been dancing before he could talk. Boy knows how to dance."

"Fuck, am I actually doing this?" You huffed and played with the hem of your workout top. It's now or never. Pushing the huge doors that separated you from your impending doom, you slowly stepped in, you took in the clean white walls, fresh smell of the lobby and lastly the posters everywhere. Posters of famous dancers, the dance teachers themselves, even kpop idols were everywhere. The crisp fall air outside brushed you slightly as someone stepped into the lobby. "Oh, um— uh, one second" the crunchy way of talking could only belong to someone as awkward as Niki. "Hey, I can't believe I'm actually doing this but, yeah. I'm here for a lesson," Niki was beside you, wearing a black sweater that was frayed at the sleeves and arms. His cargo pants seemed twice the size of you and his black hat covered his eyes. Even with his awkward personality around you, he had confidence— especially here at his dance studio.

Geez, maybe dancers are hot.

"Sorry for the mess," Niki placed his bag down and pushed some stuff away from the front of the mirror. "You actually came— which I didn't really expect… I didn't get a chance to rehearse anything." He played with his fingers nervously and looked up at you through his eyelashes. "It's ok! I–I don't know," you scratched the top of your head "I can leave?" Maybe this was a mistake, he clearly doesn't have a choreo or even a genre of dance I could learn-. "No! Please don't" Niki cut in before your mind got the better of you. "I have a pair dance we could dance to, it's beginner friendly and you get to…" he trailed off "what?" Was he blushing? "You get to dance with me" he finished and finally looked at your eyes. "Perfect"

You're an awful dancer. Correction: embarrassingly horrible. Your mom always said you have two left feet, guess she was right. "Ok, I think we should take five," Niki says, grabbing a Gatorade water bottle out from his bag and squeezing water into his mouth. "I'm sorry," your face is red from an hour of dancing. Somehow this is harder than cardio. "You're wasting time teaching an old dog new tricks" Niki turns and faces you "what?" He doesn't think you're wasting his time. He's had the most fun dancing with you then any dance partner he's been partnered with for the last two years. He won't say this out loud though. "You're fun to dance with y/n".

"Oh, I'm not very good but thanks" you smiled at him, eyes creasing and teeth on full display. God he could've kissed yopu right there. Actually, he did.

Nishumura Riki has put his lips of yours. Holy shit, holy shit. He got scared because of yoir silence and pulled away. "Im sorry, i didn't mean to that just now. I would ask you to dinner first—like a gentlemen—but apparently I can't even control regular human emotions around you-"

You giggled as he kept stressing over the kiss. He looked over with wide eyes after hearing you laugh.

You stood on your tippy toes and places a sweet kiss to his pink lips, stealing his breath away. After you broke off the kiss he kepr chasing your lips with his own.

"In a world full of boys, you are a gentlemen Nishmura"

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Been in the drafts a lil to long

Truth be told, i have no idea where that reference is from

Not proofread at all b t dubs , love yall even tho i disapeard off the face of the eartg 4 months

How are yalls 2024 going? Well for me i have been breaking out so much, um its hard for me to feel pretty. But 2024 is gonna my year /j 😍😍

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[enapoe]

✦ quoth the raven , nevermore

#엔하이픈 #ᨳ reborn !

[enapoe]

— ᨳ masterlist

⏱️˚.⋆🍵˚₊*◌ೃ

Heeseung

. . . loading

Jay

making plans ,

Jake

/ error code /

Sunghoon

✦⭒ Hypocrite pt. 2

Sunoo

failded my test *

Jungwon

. . . 4.1

Niki

✦⭒ Dance lessons

i'll miss y o u ...

- sincerely 너

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[enapoe]

ᨳ hypocrite pt. 2

synopsis - y/n's brother is a star soccer player — which is why she refuses to date athletes. (like she dates anyone). But when she's put in charge of the sports section in the school newspaper, she coincidentally makes the star player fall for her.

genre - soccerplayer!hoon × nerdy/writer!reader. FLUFF what is angst? we don't know her. hoon's a rich boy, yn has a famous big bro 🙄 cliché nerd catches athletes eye whatever, whatever

word count -

warnings - slight mention of gender / sexuality

A/N - umm.... the first part did really well and tbh with all of you this wasn't going to be like a series or anything it was supposed to be a long one-shot but my stupid ass pressed post instead of edit and then the story got posted and I didn't even noticed until 5 days later when it reached 200 something likes. Anyway thank you for loving the first post it means a lot 🩷🩷 love yah

PART 1

Having a famous brother is hard. Yeah, boohoo, you've heard it a million times. Jiho has been in the Daegu FC team for about five years and it's been five years since your family moved here for him. You're incredibly lucky to have such supportive parents, who not only support every one of their children's dreams but also adapt and bend themselves backwards to help their children achieve said dreams.

Your dream: writing. It's a little lame you can admit. Your little sister wants to be a princess and your brother is a star athlete, yet the only thing you could dream of doing in the future is sitting at a desk and typing away on your keyboard—maybe at three in the morning. Who am I to judge when creativity sparks? You're actually one of the head writers at school, you mainly are in charge of the hard facts and self depreciating issues while your fellow students prefer the gossip column.

It was 2:50 p.m. on Monday, today you were assigned to write a news report on the soccer team. Usually you write for the boys volleyball team since your best friend Nicholas is the star player, but alas the season ended a while ago.

So soccer it is. Yay.

But not all hope was lost. You'd be lying if you said looking at a bunch of handsome athletic guys didn't do something to your stomach. You are seventeen and straight, what else could be better?

Upon arriving at the field (which took ten minutes because some kid in the lower grade got his tie stuck in the elevator door) the boys were doing warm-ups and running across the field doing various exercises.

And God, when did it get so hot out here? You pack extra clothes for times like these, so you quickly let yourself into the girls changing room and slip out of the thick hoodie and long jeans you were previously wearing before, opting for the more weather appropriate white tank top and black shorts.

You don't really wear clothes like this besides sleeping or lounging at home, but you refuse to feel insecure. Besides it's only your body, you should love your arms and legs just like everything else. (Also it makes you look pretty hot).

Stepping out of the air conditioned changing room, into the blazing field felt like stepping into a sauna with a volcano inside. Of course there's students watching the soccer team practice. Boys, girls and everyone in between seemed to fill the bleachers. Cheering for who knows what. They weren't even playing against anyone.

Sitting down on the closet bleacher to the field you took out a new notebook and studied the team's strategies. That seemed to have caught the teams attention since out of everyone watching you were the only one whipping up notes and analyzing their play. At first they thought she was a scout looking to recruit them after highschool but after taking a closer look—getting someone with 20/20 vision—they realized she looked too young to be an agent.

“You know who she is?” Jake asked Sunoo. Sunoo knows everyone and everything when it comes to 1) gossip and 2) students.”Oh, she's y/n. Part of the student news club— or whatever club makes the papers. She's in grade eleven and friends with Nicholas from the volleyball team.”

Jake brushed his sweat damp hair back and checked you out. You were focused on writing something in the brown faux leather notebook and you didn't notice the sudden attention the team had on you.

“Wait here” he patted Sunoo in the chest and walked up to you. Jake was the cute Australian boy with unique features and a strong masculine figure, so of course you knew who he was. In fact you could name all of his friend group like they were a Kpop group. “Hey y/n, right?” His deep voice made you look up and take in how he looked angelic standing in front of the sun.

“Um—yeah, hi I'm y/n”

You stuttered like an idiot. Have you never seen a cute boy before? “Can I have your number?” He pointed his chin towards your open notebook resting on your thighs. Showing a lot of skin. A guy like him asking for your number? You must be in an alternate universe or in some prank episode of a generic YouTuber. But before you could reply, someone from the field yelled.

“Jake, stop flirting and get your ass back here!”

Working after school is the worst.

Not only are you exhausted from classes, you have to restock shelves and check out books for four hours. It could be worse. You could've been babysitting your sisters—which has been scientifically proven to make you feel the urge to jump off a bridge— but that was when you were broke and twelve years old, now you're seventeen and broke. Big difference.

While sitting at the front desk with your face in a romance book, you hear the door chime ring. You look up and meet the eyes of a tall and ever so handsome Park Sunghoon.

“Oh! Um, what are you up to here, Sunghoon?” you shut the book fast, because God forbid anyone see a teenage girl enjoying a romance book.

“I came here to talk to you” he smiled warmly and it oddly made you want to bask in all its glory. “Well, how did your reading go?” You looked into sunghoons eyes and never wanted to see anything else. If you go blind and the last thing you see were Sunghoon's glorious chocolate brown eyes, you'd be happy.

“hm?” Sunghoon looked puzzled for a beat. “right! The reading was good.” Sunghoon fell asleep whilst reading. “That's amazing, I-”

The chime ran once again but a familiar face walked through the door, Nicholas. Your Smile increases and you run up to a sweaty Nicholas and hug him. Tight.

“Kay, little one, that's enough” he pats your head laughing lightly. You look up, arms still wrapped around his waist. “Hey, you thought I was lying when I said I’d stop by to hang while you work?” You nodded, your lower lip jutted out ever so slightly. Nicholas looks back up to Sunghoon and reaches his hand out to dap him up. “How’s your season going?”

“Good, coach is saying we should have a party for the sports groups after the season ends. You know, if we win the finals at least” the tension between the two grew palpable. You had to do something, anything to stop the tense eye contact between Sunghoon and Nicholas. “Well, I’ll head out,” Sunghoon waved at you and turned towards the front door “good night y/n”

New day, same shit. You go back to the soccer field that somehow looks more crowded than last time. Which makes you wonder how many people actually like soccer and how many people just like looking and sweaty guys. No judgment, just plain curiosity.

But today's writing won’t be as lonely because Nicholas decided to join you in journaling, or he came to purely distract you just couldn't say no to him.

Sunghoon spots you immediately. His eyes form little crescents upon your arrival before he coughs and turns away to conceal the butterflies in his stomach and the intense blush forming on the apples of his cheeks. You were wearing a tank top and some sweatpants that somehow made you compete with the beauty of Aphrodite. Hair pulled back into a messy bun, you sported reading glasses instead of your normal contact lens. Sunghoon was a puddle in human form.

Raking his hand through his hair, he finally noticed the male sitting next to you.

“Hey, Sun, are y/n and Nicholas dating?”

Sunghoon seemed timid and shy at the thought of you kissing someone else. Why was he thinking of you kissing other people in the first place? No idea.

“What?” Sunoo turned around and looked towards the girl taking notes about the team's practice. “Stop being a little bitch and ask her out already!” he shoved Sunghoon towards the pretty girl. Sunoo could tell you had Sunghoon hooked around your finger. The boy was a goner

After hyperventilating for 2 minutes Sunghoon gained the courage to ask her out. He ran towards the stands and tapped your shoulder.

“Hey!” You looked at him and beamed. You were so obvious about your feelings Sunoo felt them from the field, yet Sunghoon was oblivious.

“Wouldyougooutwithme?” he asked “What? Sorry I couldn't understand you” you stood up and placed your ear where his mouth was. The crowd was pretty loud so you would have stood up either way to hear him. Nicholas wasn't paying attention to you two so if you embarrassed yourself he can’t make fun of you.

He took a deep breath and said, “would you go out with me?”

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Heloo beautiful people im back after 4months?

Im so sorry, the quality of this story has gone down and def not worth the wait. Like the ending is so rushed!! but maybe ill write aboit their date to make up to you all! Love always

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