#enhypen male reader

[wonjns]

uncanny ii. resemblance ∯

♡° pairing. . .  lee heeseung x male reader

♡° genre. . . smut, fluff, angst

♡° summary. . . so you ended up with your twin sister’s boyfriend... what a turn of events. heeseung is definitely your dream guy, but little did you expect all of what exactly would unfold once you got him.

♡° includes. . . bottom!reader, even more horny bisexual hee!! lmao, lots & lots of kissing, dry humping, possessive heeseung, finger sucking, car sex (almost), blow job, orgasm prolonging, unprotected sex (dont irl!!)

♡° wc. . . 7k

°A/N. . . requested by many !! months & months later... finally 😮💨, i am so happy to be posting this!! i had no idea that so many of you would enjoy Uncanny, & i never intended on adding a second part. im just so mad it took me so long to write— so i’m sorry guys, i really hope its not awful !!!

                                  . . . .% Part 1 ♡ % . . . .

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“so.... you two are now... dating...?”  

three pairs of very beady yet confused eyes lingered before you in your family living room. their glances examined you head to toe, along with a certain 6' ft male who stood beside you. 

you could feel your palm growing clammy in heeseung’s hold as you both timidly nodded, desperate to read the intent behind the deadpanned expression on your parents’ faces.

despite heeseung’s tall and stronger build, he almost felt his weakening knees give from beneath him as he caught eye contact with your sister-- his ex-- who had an ominously suspicious look on her face. he had seen this expression on her quite often, but was never the recipient. it was less than ideal. 

“well, y/n, do you really like him?” your mother chimed, her puzzled tone cracking the silence. 

all you could do was nod once again, slightly more fervently at the question. if only ‘like’ was enough to describe your feelings for the equally-as-nervous boy who stood fiddling with your fingers.  

“and heeseung? do you really like my son?” your father spoke up this time, eyebrows transfixed as he sunk deeper into his leather recliner. 

heeseung found himself only able to offer a shy nod as well, the soles of his shoes feeling as if they were hovering over lava from the heat of the atmosphere. 

“words, son.” your dad sternly quipped. 

it was unbelievable to heeseung how these two adults, whom he'd usually seen as secondary parents, suddenly felt like stone cold, life-sentencing supremes.

“yes–” the poor boy coughed, clearing his throat. “yes sir.” 

the fluttering of your heart after hearing his confession out loud threatened to distract you from the anxiety that surged through your nerves, but one glance up at your sister snatched you back to reality.

you couldn’t believe any of this was actually happening. normally, you and your twin shamelessly spilled everything you thought and felt to one another without a second thought - but you could only feel like shit as your mind resurfaced flashbacks of heeseung working your body in ways you’d only dreamt about, while your sibling, who just so happened to be his former lover, lingered cluelessly outside your room.

you and the older male had debated often after your first hookup whether or not this was something you guys should make public, out of fear of what your sister would think. 

but you knew you were too in love with heeseung– and always have been, to keep things suppressed. especially since neither of you showed signs of leaving what happened as a simple one night stand. so you chose the route of honesty, which lead you to the painfully awkward confession in front of your high council of family members.

“okay.” your mother, sister, and father chirped in a perky unison.

the air shifted, the imaginary weight your shoulders bore suddenly vanishing into nothingness. 

“okay!?” you and heeseung blurted in an equally perplexed harmony.

“yeah, okay!” your sister responded, on her own this time.

she uncrossed her folded arms, picking up the laundry basket she was previously interrupted from lugging to her room. “whatever keeps mr. clingy out of my hair so often. he’s a lot like an abandoned puppy at times, you know... was starting to get a bit draining.” 

“i’m... right here, you know.” heeseung mumbled out in response to your sister’s teasing. you noticed the tint of his cheeks growing red and couldn’t help but softly chuckle.

“honey, don’t be a bully.” your dad replied before your parents emitted a couple giggles themselves. 

“i’m sure what she meant to say was,” your mother started, standing to grab her purse and approach heeseung. “we love having you around. you’ve been a part of this family for some time now, so as long as you take care of our son as well as you did our daughter, there’s no reason for us to not give you our blessing.” 

and with that, she gave heeseung and yourself a quick peck to the cheeks before sauntering out of the room. she was followed shortly by the others, leaving just the two of you motionless as mannequins; both dumbfounded. 

that was... easy. too easy.

the back of your head landed gently against your pillows as heeseung pressed a deep kiss into your lips, giddy giggles escaping the both of you. 

the taller male’s hands casually roamed under your tank top as his mouth nearly swallowed you whole, pliantly groaning as he felt your fingers dance into his locks. his confidence was through the roof, the adrenaline from the confession still running ramped through his bones. 

he rolled his hips flush into yours, smirking into the makeout after absorbing one of your small whimpers. 

“what... even just happened?” you sighed out as heeseung moved to nip at your jaw. 

“i have no fucking clue.” he chuckled between nibbles on your sensitive skin, tracing over the area under your ear with his eager tongue.

you moaned, tugging his head back to reconnect your lips and feel that very tongue glide over yours. you reveled in the feeling of his hands massaging you beneath your shirt, not even the slightest bit surprised when he lifted it high enough to place kisses on your tummy.

“i just don’t- seriously... how did we pull that off??” you babbled, genuinely baffled while heeseung adjusted between your legs into an easier position for planting pecks along your hips.

he hummed into your skin, propping one of your legs around his torso. “i don’t know, i guess we’re way better than we thought.” 

heeseung’s kisses started growing hungrier, and he took the liberty to suck a few marks on the surface of your stomach amidst your confused rambling. your hips started instinctively rolling into his chest, and you bit back a moan from the friction of your member grinding against his solid pecs. 

“seunggie, wait, literally everyone is still home...” 

“so? we got the green light, didn’t we?” the boy taunts before playfully tugging on the waistband of your shorts. 

you chuckle before nudging his hands away, scooting yourself back to sit up against your bed’s headboard. “i think so... but let’s talk about that first.”

heeseung huffed while blinking his gorgeous lashes at you, dramatically hovering above the empty silhouette of where your body was. 

“talk about...?”

“well, the word my parents used. dating.” you uttered as if it were a curse word. 

“you... want to talk about the word ‘dating’?” he questioned, shifting to prop his head up with an elbow. 

“not the word itself, stupid- i just..... i think-” you stumbled, laughing to yourself while also resisting that familiar rosy blush from spreading on your cheeks. "i think if we’re officially a thing...”

heeseung hesitatingly nodded along with your words, his beautiful brown orbs watching you intently as if he was trying to read your mind. 

“then shouldn’t we, like, do the things people who date do before we keep messing around? like,, don’t we have to do that sappy couple stuff before sex?” 

heeseung couldn’t help but release a loud chuckle at your adorableness, attempting to muffle it in a nearby pillow. god, you wanted to at least pretend to be aggravated, but his laugh was just too damn cute. 

“you’ve never dated anyone, have you?” he asked when he eventually finished his cackles. 

“...is it that obvious?” you chime, your signature blush undeniably as present as ever. 

the older boy cooed at you, quickly sitting up and pulling you into the empty space between his lap. he pecked your lips, running his thumb along the bridge of your nose and fondly examining your flustered face, a little too long for your liking, before finally speaking up. 

“i mean, if my baby boy wants a date, then that’s what we’ll do. you’re right, we should get to know each other more first.”

you wanted to melt into a puddle and trickle all over his lap right then and there, and absolutely would if you physically could. you felt small, but protected, under heeseung’s gaze. something about the way he looked at you made your insides ignite with a feeling you’d never felt so intensely before, and you started to realize you were down… bad.

“okay!” you triumphed brightly.

you cupped your hands around his neck, leaning forward to place a soft kiss on his forehead before staring back into his eyes. 

“where do you wanna go?” heeseung inquired, nonchalantly leaning back on his arms propped behind him. 

“i don’t know? we just established i’m the one who’s never done this before!” you admitted while shifting your eyes down to his prominent adams apple, grazing your finger over it. 

“fine, it’ll be a surprise. and you’re gonna love it. this friday.”  

everything just sounded so cool coming from him, and he spoke in that careless manner that was just too hot to keep you focused. 

“perfect,” you feigned confidence, having transitioned to fiddling with his hoodie’s drawstrings. “and... no more kissing until then.” 

heeseung let out an exaggerated gasp, eyebrows furrowing at you.

you could only chuckle before being completely tackled back into your mattress, your boyfriend’s lips as relentless as ever. 

so much for that rule. 

two weeks later, you and heeseung were sickeningly attached by the hips— and lips— more than ever. 

the boy had swooped you off your feet in every sense of the term. he took you on your first date, a dual movie-picnic date on his front lawn wrapped in warm blankets (all too cliché, but still didn’t fail to spark a storm of butterflies in your stomach), which led to your second. and then third. and then fourth... and they only got better each time.

after living a long, agonizing year of being secretly infatuated with him, you weren’t sure if it were physically possible to even fall for this guy any more.

yet, you were wrong. 

through solely a few mere weeks, myriad of walks around town, and late night drives, you were seeing so many more sides of heeseung than you could’ve imagined. his charms, humor, honesty, chivalry, and even his flaws. you were taking in all of it. and he was learning so much more about you, beyond the fact of being the former love of his life’s twin brother.

you were growing obsessed with each other, and it showed. at no point in the day could heeseung keep his hands to himself anymore, and you were hardly complaining.

it even came down to the time you had to actually pry his lips from your neck in a public restaurant so that a stunned waitress, the unfortunate soul to serve your table, could finally take your order.

he just loved to show you off;

no matter where you were. 

his tinge of possessiveness was a bit embarrassing at first, but god it was kinda hot. you were so caught up in the total package of lee heeseung that you hardly had sense to worry about anything else; not caring if you were in the seclusion of your rooms or a grocery store parking lot when he would snake one of his hands down your pants to greet your erection.

every little thing he did drove you crazy, and even more so vice versa.

little did you know, heeseung was operating from a slightly different source of obsession.

you sat in the passenger seat of heeseung's red mercedes, soft rnb music playing through your boyfriend's speakers as one of his hands securely held the back of your neck while he lathered your lips in passionate, lustful kisses.

you moaned as heeseung swirled his tongue in your mouth, taking his sweet time in tasting you and using his free hand to guide yours down to his crotch. you were hesitant, but couldn't resist pressing your palm to his member to feel how hard he already was.

heeseung exhaled from the pleasure, wasting no time in maneuvering your hand beneath his waistband. he swallowed a gasp that escaped your lips once he started shamelessly bucking his hips up into your hold.

it took strength, but you willed yourself to break apart from the kiss and give him a nervous look, considering the two of you were parked in front of his parent's house in broad daylight.

"babe," you spoke, catching your breath. "we're about to go inside, we shouldn't."

your boyfriend smirked at you, hearing your warning but noticing how you still hadn't retracted your hand from inside his pants. his eyes also caught the slowly forming tent in your own jeans.

"exactly, that's why we should get this out of the way now." he half whined, needily leaning over into your space and tugging at your hips. "my mom takes forever to get dinner ready, you know I can't wait."

his plush lips were immediately on your neck before you could rebut, him aiming straight for your weak spot. damn, he knew exactly how to kill your resolve in an instant.

you rolled your eyes, partially from annoyance but also from the way he groaned while sucking on your soft flesh. you fumbled a bit, climbing over the center console and settling atop of his thighs. his satisfied grin only grew wider before rushing to capture your lips again, his kisses as addicting as ever.

heeseung's large hands roamed up and down your back as he widened his jaw to deepen the kiss, and quickly settled them on your hips to grind you forwards on his lap.

your arms found purchase on his broad shoulders as you molded your mouths more fervently. heeseung repeated the action in a rhythm, pleased by how simple it was to get reactions out of you.

jolts of excitement tingled through your legs as your clothed bulges ran along each other, the feeling heavenly as you began bucking your hips on your own accord without his assistance. heeseung's hands snuck their way under your shirt and returned to roaming your back. he gently dragged his short nails along your skin, causing goosebumps to grow array all over you.

your own hands began unbuttoning his flannel and dipping under his collar, the familiar smoothness of his shoulders warm on your fingertips, helping settle your anxieties of being seen by the neighbors, or worse– his own parents who were inside the house mere steps away.

you couldn't understand how heeseung always had you in these sort of positions, but judging from the rock hard length pressing between your thighs, he was clearly into it.

heeseung could still feel your nervousness, and leaned back amused as he watched the embarrassment and pleasure battle for dominance on your face. he kissed the tip of your nose and chuckled.

"your sister used to love making out to this song." he mumbled in a low tone, dipping down to wrap his lips around your adams apple while simultaneously turning up the radio's volume.

you could barely register the odd statement as you threw your head back, eyes fluttering closed when heeseung started suckling and licking on the column of your throat in sync with the melodic tune that filled the car. 

it was bliss, but just as you felt yourself drawing close to your high, the sentence rang through your head again.

your sister? this song? in this car?

suddenly, the image of your sister being in your exact same position– which she undoubtedly had been in several times before, flashed through your mind.

it caused you to jolt a little bit. heeseung paid no mind to the sudden action, thinking it was another one of your cute responses to his ministrations.

"uhm... hee?" your hips slowed to a halt, a bit of that familiar guilt settling into you again.

at first you thought it was just mindless sex talk, but as you had delved deeper into your official relationship with heeseung, you caught on to how often he would still talk about your twin, consistently making comparisons and recalling similarities between the two of you.

he wasn't necessarily wrong, but it was getting weirder as it progressed. you had just convinced yourself it was natural due to how similar you were with your sibling, and kept things pushing without dwelling on it for too long.

"hee?" you spoke again, opening your eyes when you hadn't gotten a response.

he hummed against your neck, sloppy kisses never ending in the crook of your neck. you managed to draw back, gently pushing his shoulders to disconnect from his lips. he looked at you quizzically, yet adoration still beaming in his eyes.

"i've been meaning to talk to you about-"

you were cut off by the abnormally loud ringing of his cell phone, which sat lodged in one of the car's cup holders. he sighed, telling you to wait just a moment when he read the caller id.

"hello? yeah mom, we just pulled up. we're coming in now." he exhaled, gently rubbing your thigh.

a huff of disappointment left your nose, but you were semi-grateful you didn't actually have to have the awkward conversion right before meeting his parents.

you gathered yourself back together, clasping the first few buttons of heeseung's shirt back together for him as he flattened the small wrinkles on yours.

he opened the car door, helping you climb out of his lap and onto the pavement, where you readjusted yourself in the reflection of the car's glass.

"after you, prince." heeseung gestured to his home's front door.

"but, it's your house." you responded.

"yeah, but... mom likes it when people make strong first impressions." the older boy grinned.

you took your bottom lip in between your teeth, a pool of nervousness returning to your gut as you realized you really had never met heeseung's parents before.

sure, they were all too familiar with your sister from their year together, but you were an entirely different story - an entirely more complicated story.

you knocked on the large glass front door nervously, heeseung standing just behind your shoulder. he leaned down to whisper.

"they don't take to strangers very well. if you get scared, tap my leg. they can be pretty tough."

heeseung was a liar. 

you had received nothing but beaming smiles and suffocating hugs as soon as you stepped through the door. 

you had prepared to walk into a homophobic hellfire, not knowing what sort of glares and comments would be thrown your way. setting the fact that you were a boy aside, you still had plenty to worry about.

heeseung left a committed relationship, albeit not by his own choice, just to end up with his girlfriend’s brother was quite a unique situation - yet it seems his parents hadn’t even thought about that as they chattered away through dinner table conversation. shit, the wholesome smile you were met with the second his mom opened the door would be tattooed in your mind forever.

“so, y/n dear, heeseung hasn’t been giving you too much trouble now, has he?” his mother asked as she cut her steak into tiny pieces from across the table. 

“our son can be so lazy sometimes,” his dad chimed in with a chuckle. “gotta make sure he’s not constantly slacking off.”

you laughed, feeling like heeseung was being regarded as your new employee. you caught a slight frown on his face from his parents teasing, and you reached up to run your hand through his hair. 

“i guess you could say he isn’t too bad.” 

he looked to you quickly, an adoring smile growing, seemingly grateful you hadn’t joined in his parent’s shenanigans. or so he thought. 

“except for when he takes forever to get out of bed. or to go run errands. or to-”

“alright!” he huffed, frustratingly spooning some food together on his plate.

you all erupted with laughter, he was so cute when he pouted. it was nice seeing lee heeseung, the confident athlete, get all blushy and shy around his parents - his usual commanding demeanor nowhere to be found as he sheepishly shoveled broccoli into his cheeks. yet another side of him you hadn’t expected to see, but made you fall just a little more.

you found yourself in heeseung’s room after dinner, a surprise to no one, after helping his parents clean the dishes afterwards. 

you had taken the opportunity to spend more time laughing and teasing heeseung alongside his parents, so it was no shocker that he quickly whisked you away to his own private space - desperate to have all of your attention fully on him.

you giggled as you were ushered into his bedroom, his hands never leaving your waist until the door was securely shut. 

“your parents are so much fun.” you beamed at the taller boy whose blush still lingered on his face. 

“yeah, probably a little too much fun.” he huffed, walking over and plopping on his bed.

your eyes fondly gazed around his bedroom, surprisingly still somewhat childlike, figurines and pictures of his youth still lining the shelves. a genuine smile grew on your face. you really shouldn’t be shocked, he did often have the tendencies of a big baby.

“you know, mr. lee, you’re not all that of a tough guy.” you commented, reaching up to examine one of his action figures.

“oh, really? what makes you think that?” he chuckled back, discreetly unbuttoning his shirt while you were distracted.

“yeah… i don’t know why you put up the act so often, you’re really just a little softie. like i remember whe-” the words halted in their tracks when you turned to taunt him more, but froze at the view of his toned abs glaring right at you, jeans slightly lowered on his hips. 

“is that so?” he responded lowly, tilting his head to the side. “why don’t you bring that little ass over here and see how much of a softie i really am?” 

his words sent a wave of arousal straight to your cock, which you immediately tried to will from springing to action so quickly.

you let out a half-spirited scoff, trying to appear unbothered as he sat there and widened his legs while staring you down. but damn, the golden evening light that shone through his window was hitting him in all the right places. his solid abdomen lured you in while he lolled his head back, teasing you with the prominent grooves of his neck that had you practically squeezing your legs together. 

damnit, he was temptation personified – too effortlessly hot for you to resist.

before you knew it your legs brought you to stand between his. he cocked an eyebrow before giving you another annoyingly sexy smirk and nodding his chin towards your own top. 

“off.”

your face instantly surged with heat, but you couldn’t help but obey with the sudden authority he spoke with. in seconds your shirt was discarded and on the floor by his feet, a chill crawling across your topless chest. 

“you know, i’m not really a fan of how much you used my parents to tease me tonight,” he said monotonously, raking a warm hand up your exposed torso. “i think you were enjoying it wayyy too much.”

his thumb found one of your perked nipples, rubbing in firm circles. you moaned at the sensation, just to hurriedly cover your mouth with your own hand, the realization that you were at his parents’ house hitting you once again. 

“hee… wait.” you responded, attempting to take a step back. 

heeseung only chuckled before catching you still with his free arm, continuing to play with your sensitive bud. 

“where’s all the laughter now? you were having so much fun earlier, remember? let's keep that fun going.”

your boyfriend then leaned in to run his warm tongue over your other exposed nipple, causing you to hold back another whimper as your hands flew to his hair. he pulled your body closer as he started suckling on the bud, and you didn’t have it in you to fight it anymore. once he started working his mouth on you like this, you were puddy.

you cursed how weak you were to his actions, but even he could sense how badly you wanted him at all times.

“s-someones the jealous type, huh?” you stuttered, sounding way less intimidating than you wanted. “even over your parents, hm?”

he released your bud with a wet pop, dark eyes shooting straight up to yours before returning his lustful gaze to your body. your limbs started to quake with desire.

“how could i not be? when i have all of this just for me…”

both of his hands held your hips as he licked a long, teasing strip up your torso before finishing it with a peck to your chest. he locked eyes with you again, his determined pupils staring deep into your trembling, desperate ones. he enunciated his next words slow and smooth, like honey.

“just… for… me…” 

you pounced first. you couldn’t take it anymore, the alluring mischief in his eyes and addictive touch all over your physique had you grinding your topless bodies together like animals. your limbs entangled with his as your mouths waged war together, the possessive bites against your lips sending your mind into a daze. 

he effortlessly flipped you over, taking the advantage to grind down on you even stronger one last time before working the zipper of your jeans. he stripped the both of you down to your boxers in record time, licking his lips as he watched you begin to palm your own growing bulge - putting on a show for him. 

“you’re going to absolutely kill me.” heeseung muttered, trying to control the raging need surging throughout him.

“your parents might do that for me, if they catch us.” you speak with a newfound confidence, hiding the fact that you were completely mortified of that exact occurrence. 

heeseung chuckled before shimmying your last layer of underwear off, leaving you fully exposed for him as he lowered his own and started pumping his unbelievably large member. 

“we won’t have to worry about it if you can stay quiet, prince.”

you thought heeseung was about to just dive into you raw as he lowered his muscular body to yours, but relaxed when you felt him reach under his pillow to grab a bottle of lube. your eyes grew wide. 

“you planned this!” you gasped, fauxing a complaint.

“shh shhh.” heeseung hushed you, tapping his fingers against your lips. 

narrowing your gaze at him, you didn’t hesitate to trap his fingers between your lips, emitting a low groan from your throat as you ran your tongue over his digits. you successfully caught him off guard, if his quiet gasp was anything to go by, but a sly grin crept on his face.

“naughty boy, trying to do my job for me. are you that excited?” he commented before yanking his digits from your mouth, chuckling at your pout. 

he leaned down to swiftly place a flurry of pecks on your plump lips while lubing his fingers up, right before he reached down to push them into your entrance. you moaned into the air much louder than before, causing his other hand to toss the bottle of lube and clamp your mouth shut. 

“god, baby, do you want them to hear us? control yourself.” he smirked, finding all too much pleasure in the way your eyes rolled back when he began pumping his digits in and out of you.  

a mantra of muffled sounds flew from your mouth into heeseung’s palm, and thankfully so, since your body had already compromised your self control. when he finally pulled his fingers from your ass, you whined at the loss of contact. 

“heeseung, please fuck me already. please.” you breathlessly begged once he removed his palm from your mouth.

again, heeseung mercilessly chuckled down at your state. 

“such a needy boy… so fucked out and i haven’t even done much.” 

you wanted to banter back like you usually would, but this man had already reduced you into such a desperate mess with nothing but a couple minutes and his hands. he learned so quickly how your body worked, and how much of an affect his words had on you. once you were turned on by him, you wanted– needed every ounce of him as soon as you could have him. 

feeling merciful, heeseung lined up his girth with your entrance, pushing in slowly. this time, it was an equal struggle for both of you to keep yourselves quiet, the size of his length and intense look into your eyes causing you to melt while your hole sucked him in so desperately. 

“fuck, fuck. still such a tight ass. my boyfriend really loves my cock, hm?” heeseung grunted, trying to keep himself together when he saw tears of pleasure form at the corner of your eyes.

you nodded your head, unable to form words at the pleasurable pain you felt. your fingers curled into his dark locs as he lowered his head to sink his teeth into your neck, sucking marks there in order to keep quiet. you were fighting with everything in you to not scream and beg him for more, for him to fully consume you. 

“h-hee,” you whined, trying to keep it a whisper. “more.”

your hands sprawled along his toned back, feeling his muscles ripple as he began rutting his hips into yours, releasing deep moans into your neck. the vibration had you feel like you were levitating, a sensation only heeseung seemed to bring you. 

legs sliding along his strong thighs, you wrapped them around his torso as he picked up in speed, your vision blurring over at his power. 

“you’re so sexy, baby. sucking me in so well, making me lose my fucking mind.” he commented between the harsh nips along your jaw, sweat starting to bead around his forehead.  “what if my parents came in here and saw me wrecking you like this? would you like that? my mom seeing me do all of this to you right here after breaking up with your sister.”

you squeezed your legs tighter around his torso as he spoke, causing you to moan out loud once feeling your leaky cock rub against his solid abs. before heeseung could shush you, you clenched down on his fat length while your liquids shot out over his chest - him finding the moment so hot that it was only a second before he was emptying out in you as well. 

he collapsed on top of you after as you both silently gasped for breath, but you welcomed the crushing feeling. 

you couldn’t believe you just screwed him in his childhood room, with his parents just on the other side of the door, praying they didn’t hear you. but knowing how turned on heeseung was by risks, you should’ve known this was gonna be how the night would end.

after just sitting in eachothers embrace for a while, you finally sat up, heeseung leaning over to place even more kisses on your glossed over lips, never getting enough of you. 

“lets get cleaned up and head to bed, prince. my parent’s already know you’re staying the night.” 

“staying the night?” you questioned tilted your head. you saw another sinister glint in his eye as he kissed you one more time.

“yeah, you still gotta meet my grandparents tomorrow.”

you drug your feet through the threshold of your home, utterly exhausted. it had been a long day of class, filled with a suspicious amount of exams and lectures compared to normal, but you were relieved to finally be done with the day. 

heeseung had texted you just as you had begun driving home, telling you he was already at your place helping your dad with chores around the house. you smiled to yourself, still giddy over how perfect he was and thankful for the loving relationship between him and your family – you couldn’t wait to finally see him after such a draining day. 

it was oddly silent as you walked through the house, failing to have found heeseung when visiting your parent’s room in hopes to collapse in his arms as soon as possible. 

you heard giggling rise in volume as you crossed the house and neared your room. you drew closer to your door, hearing muffled sounds just behind it. when you curiously turned the doorknob, the sight of heeseung looming over your twin sister, mouth practically devouring her, caused you to stand frozen - blood running cold under your skin. 

you stood speechless, tears beginning to well as you watched their lips passionately interlock in a noisy makeout just like they had done months before, tongues brazenly running along each other as wanton moans filling the atmosphere. 

you tried to speak but could only choke out a sob, your knees threatening to betray you. heeseung and your sister paused, turning their heads towards you after hearing the sound. they both stared at you pathetically, and simply chuckled before heeseung returned his grip on your own headboard, continuing to thrust his tongue into your sister’s mouth - the latter resuming to claw at your boyfriend’s naked back and moaning smugly.

you were stunned, and wanted to scream, cry, or throw anything you could get your hands on at them… 

but instead, you woke up. 

your body jolted up in bed, met with a dimmed room and a ray of moonlight beaming onto you - reflecting a sheen of sweat on your face. 

glancing around the darkened room, your eyes found the clock at read 1:25 am. not far from your line of sight was heeseung himself sprawled out beside you, softly snoring away with an arm draped over your waist. you noticed you were in one of his baggy shirts, the previously comforting smell almost causing you to grow nauseous. 

you couldn’t control your breathing, stinging feelings of betrayal and embarrassment still burning in your gut from your dream - rather, nightmare.

you let out a deep sigh once you finally realized everything you had seen in your sleep state wasn’t real… everything except the tears. you felt salty droplets drip from your chin and onto heeseung’s arm, who began to stir. 

humiliated, you tried to shuffle back down into your prior position in order to avoid waking up heeseung, failing to soften your fast breathing or stop your flow of tears. 

but alas, as if your uncomfortability set off an inner alarm of his, heeseung had awoken. you felt him lean up on his elbow, arm lazily pulling you towards him. 

“whats wrong, y/n?” he asked in a groggy voice. 

immediately, another stream of tears raced down your cheek at the sound of his voice. it was embarrassing how worked up you had managed to get from a simple dream, but you almost felt sick even being this close to him, although he had done nothing wrong. 

it had finally become too much; your insecurity and constant comparisons to your sister had caught up to you. the continuous chipping away at your rose-colored view of heeseung had ultimately found you, and it hurt like a bitch. your intrusive thoughts were convincing you that you were nothing but a rebound-by-blood, a second best option.

refusing to have heeseung see you like this - a sobbing mess in the middle of the night, you remained facing away from him, not answering his initial call. 

“y/n.” he spoke again, a little more cognisant. he turned your body over, squinting at you through the dim lighting, before his eyes gently widened. “what happened? bad dream?” 

he was right, but it was more so your subconscious so cruelly giving you a visionary of what you had secretly been scared of this whole time. sitting up, you wiped away the wet streaks on your face. 

“heeseung… do you like me?” 

the older male furrowed his brows. “babe, what? i-” 

“im serious. do you like, me?” you insisted, doubt slithering its way onto your expression. 

“where the hell is this coming from?” heeseung sighed, pushing himself to fully sit up. 

“everytime we’re together, you always talk about her. how much i look like her, sound like her, the things i do… the things we do…"

as much as it pained you to finally ask this question out loud, you couldn't keep it in anymore.

"you’re not over my sister, are you?” 

your beady eyes held a tundra of anxiety in them, with heeseung’s almost bulging out of his head. 

“you make me feel like i’m not even my own person, hee.” you continued, voice cracking between sobs. “you’re still hung up on her and you just use me, don't you? just to feel like you’re still close to her.”

heeseung was baffled at your accusation, and was ready to rebut everything, until a wave of awareness crashed over him. his gaze softened, hearing the doubt and self-consciousness in your voice. he turned his body to face you directly. 

“y/n. i won’t lie to you. when your sister dumped me, my entire world felt like it was shattering. i had gotten use to a life with her, and i did have genuinely strong feelings for her… i thought she was my everything.” 

you could feel yet another dam breaking behind your eyelids, closing them shut in order to keep the waterworks from flowing. 

“but,” he spoke firmly, taking both of your hands in his before you could retract them. “i love you, y/n. i love you. when i started seeing you, i did think it would just be a way for me to move on, but you are amazing. so fucking amazing. everything you do, all you've done for others,, i’ve fallen so fucking hard for the person that you are. you’ve made me feel things she never did, and never could. i’m sorry i’d been so caught up on your sister before, i guess i just wasn’t ready to move on as soon as i thought. but there is absolutely nobody i’d rather be with than you… right now, in this moment. i promise you that with every fiber of my entire being.”

with that, the well overflowed, streams of tears treading down your skin and landing on the interlocked knuckles of you and heeseung. you knew telling the truth, his words smashing down and easing away each wall of doubt you had in your mind. 

you were so unbelievably in love with this man, and a tender wave of relief radiated throughout your body when you caught the reassuring smile he gave you, closing the distance to attach your lips in a loving kiss.

the kiss deepened as you grabbed the sides of his face, pouring all of your emotions into the gates of his lips, melting into the comfort of his affection. his long arms wrapped around you and pulled you under him, meeting no resistance. 

he moaned into your mouth when you licked at his lips, letting you in easily. he kissed you sensually, slower than any other time before, refusing to detach your mouths until you absolutely needed to breathe.

“never gonna make you doubt how much i love you again,” he whispered into your neck as he started laying sweet kisses to your soft skin, hands gently roaming every inch of you. 

his supple lips felt like heaven as they followed his path down your body, taking his time to suck marks into every inch as he lowered himself. when he reached your hips he left wet open-mouthed kisses along the waistband of your boxers, looking up at you with his beautiful orbs for permission as his hands tugged at the seams. 

the butterflies returned when you nodded at him, running your hands along the grooves of his biceps. he removed your underwear, not wasting any time in placing kisses to your shaft, chills shooting up your spine at the sensation. his nose poked at your pelvis as he lightly dragged his lips up to your tip, before taking your length whole in his mouth. 

you gasped as the warmth of his mouth, hardly having the energy to react to the pleasure. your head fell to the side of the pillow as your erection was soothed over by heeseung’s talented tongue, flattening along your member licking up and down before he started bobbing his head. 

his large hands kept your body still from squirming as he showed your cock attention, occasionally humming and sending more waves of electricity through your legs. 

“feel s’good… gonna come.” you muttered not long after he started, only causing a satisfied groan to rumble through his throat. 

he released your member and lowered just to prod his tongue at your rim, before suckling gently on your balls and recapturing your cock in his mouth in one swift motion. a couple more strokes of his precise tongue and you were spilling into heeseung’s mouth, shuddering when he didn’t waste a drop. 

he repositioned back above your body, and you had only then noticed he’d slept in just his boxers, his neck chain dangling in front of your face. you ran your hands up his toned torso, once again growing obsessed with the feeling of his skin on yours.

the look of utter adoration in his eyes felt heavy on your form, and you could already feel yourself wanting more when he dipped down to place searing kisses to your jaw and grind your hips together.

“i love you baby, let me keep making you feel good.” he spoke, nipping at your earlobe while reaching down to stroke your member back to attention.

“please, baby. i love you too. and i want you so bad, forever.” you admitted, feeling the breath of a light chuckle against your cheek.

just as you wished, his thick length had entered you, gliding along your walls in no time with a delicious friction that you never got tired of. except this time, more than just desire and arousal, the friction brought a comfort, a feeling of love you could feel surging throughout your whole body.

“you can have all of me, whenever you want, prince. i belong only to you.”

© 𝐟𝐥𝐰𝐫𝐛𝐨𝐢 — all rights reserved

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[en-hale]

Just Friends? ♡‧₊˚

FWB!Jake x Male!reader ♡‧₊˚⋆｡˚ ⋆

En-Hale Comeback ~~ Manifesto Day 9

SYNOPSIS ≕ Jake gets sweaty on a hot day out and reveals his beautiful arms that gets you more than worked up. So you take the next move in your FWB relationship and decide to give him the suck of his life.

WARNING ≕ 18+/smut (oral sex- Jake receiving, grinding, outercourse, dry humping, no sex). cw// reader has an abusive past relationship. Cursing. Read at your own discretion !

WORD COUNT ≕ 3.6k

AUTHOR'S NOTE ≕ When I saw Jake in that outfit I KNEW I had to write something for it. He looks so freaking good like wtf. Please enjoy! Tune in tomorrow for day 10 at 10pm CST!

© to en-hale. no translations/reposts etc. (w/out permission!)

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"I want you in my mouth."

The words didn't stop replaying in your head, even when it was hours ago that you spoke them.

You didn't mean to spit it out the way you did. But Jake had been looking nice the entire day -- his hair was in blonde waves that structured his face like an angel, and he wore a thick knitted vest with a matching cardigan even when you have explained to him that your activities for the day would be outside in the dry sun.

He just shrugged. But after only thirty minutes of settling down in the park with your other friends did Jake start to sweat from his temples.

And then he did the worst thing he could've ever done. He slipped off his cardigan, and you watched the different humps and slopes of his arms, spiraling all the way down to his structured hands, his veins on the verge of bursting through.

And then you got hot. More minutes pass by, and the voices of your friends started to fade out. Your eyes were glued to Jake's. Every so often he fanned the bottom of his vest in an attempt to receive cool air and cued in his abs. Droplets of sweat fell against his skin, falling on the curve of his biceps and the skin that followed. It wasn't until your eyes made knowing contact with his that you rushed to conclude your day with the others.

At some point, they eventually left the two of you alone, but Jake had barely noticed. He went on this outing cause he would take any second to be with you.

It's been a few months since your, "friends with benefits" had started. Jake met you through Heeseung and he remembered gushing about you until the older one gave him your contacts. Days later, you both hit it out of the park.

By and by, talks on the phone turned into actual plans out, which gave him the courage to ask you on a date. And you granted his request but mention that you weren't looking to be in a relationship. Part of you had no problem being able to say that the handsome one was yours, but relationships weren't your forte, and he respected that.

Even when it killed him not to be able to call you his.

Things had been going neutral until a drunken night at the club, and that's when the whole, "benefits" part began.

Nothing ever went much more past first base. Making out, grinding, moaning. That was until another drunken night occurred and Jake had to taste you. And then the cycle happened once every week.

When things seemed like they were going to become a little more interesting, in came his obnoxiously loud roommates, and out went your chances.

But this time, watching his slim body sweat in the sun did something to you. And you weren't going to miss your opening.

"Jake?" You call to him as the two of you walk along the grassy walkway of the park.

"Yes?" He coaxed.

You glanced around and noticed it wasn't the place to announce you're sudden need. So you pulled on his arm to an area more out of the way.

"I've been thinking," You continued, and Jake watched your face as it had that terrifying look that always piqued his interest. You lean in closer, "I want you in my mouth."

Jake gasped, taking in more air than needed and choking on it. He swiveled around to take in the surrounding, mouthing a curious "here?"

"Not right now! I'm not that horny!" You clarified. "But -- you look really good today and--" Your shyness creeps in and you hide your head down to the ground.

Jake smiles down at you. He takes in your timid stature and speaks out of confidence. "Did you drive here?" He asked.

You look up, a bit confused at first, but nodded slowly.

Jake gives a sly smile, taking in your body from head to toe. He bites his lip in consideration. "I know your friends talked about meeting up for lunch but," He scratched the back of his head, smiling wider. "But suddenly, I'm not hungry anymore. How would you feel if we skipped?"

You don't have time to answer when Jake pulls you to walk swiftly towards the parking lot.

~~~

And that's where your troubles lay now. Not that giving head was a difficult task or anything, but it ran through your mind like crazy. It's just skin, it's just. a body part, why were you so nervous?

And Jake watched as your contemplated in your head, sitting near him on the bed. He found you cuter in this situation than anything he's ever seen you in before. Watching your eyebrows furrow, and your teeth clip away at your fingernails made him think that getting sucked off was almost the second best thing to happen today.

He was laid back in the bed, hands laced behind his head, and watched you like he was enjoying a show. He could see you visualizing the event in your head like it was an exam of some sort. He hasn't known you long, be he knew you were the hands-on type when it came to learning something new. He could only picture in his head you downing a banana like it was his cock. He felt his twitch at the thought.

It had twitched a couple times on the way to his place, and when you both walked in. He made sure nobody else was home before pinning you to the wall and attacking your mouth. Seconds later his shirt was off and he was lying in bed. You kissed more until you told him you needed a second to think.

"I know how it feels to receive a blowjob," you talk freely as to spare your mind with its at-capacity thoughts. You were speaking to yourself, kind of like a personal pep-talk, but Jake chimed in anyways.

"Yes, yes you have," he smirked.

"Some so good that I don't even last very long,"

"Just yesterday. You're welcome." You hit his chest, "I wasn't speaking about you," you see Jake's playful pout and fix your sentencing. "Okay, I wasn't only speaking about you."

It didn't make him feel any better, but Jake swallows down his jealousy, thinking of it as hypocrisy to feel so vile at you not being his first, knowing he wasn't yours either. He figured he'd at least get credit for being the first person you suck off.

"And I've done this before," You speak again. There goes that thought.

"Then why are you so nervous?"

"Cause it's been a while and the last guy I did this to -- he was too rough." Your voice shrinks at the end.

You're first time attempting a blowjob was to your first ever boyfriend. While he was sweet in the beginning, things got out of control fast. He asked for a lot from you, including sex. You thought it was lame to be so worried about this new experience with Jake just cause of your past; it was only sucking dick, not going to war. But you couldn't help the flashes of your ex in your mind and the way he used it as punishment; as something to not look forward to.

You didn't want that now.

Jake grabbed at your hands and the thoughts wither from your head.

"I know we haven't known each other long," he started, "but whatever happened in your past, just know that will never happen with me. You don't have to go through with this if you don't want to. I'm happy to just cuddle and watch a movie if that's what makes you more comfortable."

He rubbed your arm from tricep to wrist. His smile was gentle, and so were his eyes. Nope, you were positive you still wanted to do this. if anything, you wanted him to be your new experience.

"No, I want to do this. I wasn't kidding when I said I want you in my mouth." It was supposed to sound serious, but the last part sounds kind of silly, and you both end up laughing.

"Okay, so how about I be your new first time?"

You smiled, "perfect." You peck his lips and wash any last thoughts of the past. "Now, sit up."

And Jake obeyed. He pushed the pillows against the headboard as support and sits straight up.

"Is this good?" He asked.

You nod. Your hands find their way to the buckle of his jeans and undo each component. Your heart pumped as you expect his underwear next, but are instead met with his cock, half-awakened, peaking out beneath his curly pubic hairs.

"Jake!" You half-shouted and half-laughed.

His cheek turned bright red. "You said it be hot."

You shook your head, trying not to panic from thinking you'd have more time before having to meet face-to-face with his member.

You hit one of his bare feet. "Open your legs."

And he did. You maneuvered yourself in between them, getting as comfortable as possible. You placed your hands on each of his thighs and feel their warmth and softness. Jake inhaled sharply, his cock twitching.

"Why are you already hard, I haven't done anything yet."

Jake doesn't laugh, not wanting to disturb this intimate moment, but he does smile. "I've been hard since we got in the car. It doesn't take much for me, just thinking of you is enough."

You fake gag at his cheeky comment, "Stop talking or you'll make me puke." You groaned. But his words were enough for you to relax your shoulders and loosen the tightness of your mouth. You wrap a tentative hand around the base of him and sigh heavily.

"Try not to move too much," you don't meet Jake's eyes but can see out of your peripheral a slight nod.

"Alright," You hesitate for a moment. "I'll go here and --" You hovered over his cock and collected all the saliva in your mouth before spitting onto his tip. You watched it glisten and fall along his shaft. You caught it with your tongue before it could reach your hand and traced it back up, wrapping your mouth as gently as ever around his harsh pink tip. You meet his eyes, and he watched you in awe.

He exhaled a moan and captured your hands that were still placed on his thighs. He squeezed down gently. He could feel his toes curling and it was only the beginning.

"Your mouth feels so good," Jake praised. You twirled your tongue and lapped at the pool that was forming at his head. His moan washed up deep from his throat. "I never imagined it would feel like this. Fuck."

You wanted to hit him for being so cheesy, knowing damn well that he's received this before, but his trivial line had sparked more confidence in you, and you try not to grin.

Jake was indifferent about how, in just seconds, he was ready to come in your sweet mouth. Each nerve in his cock reacted to the warmth in your mouth, and he had to stroke your hair as a method to distract himself when he watched his cock disappear as you sunk further down, expanding your lips.

With one tentative gulp down, it feels comfortable in your mouth, warm and soothing. You took slow mouthfuls until you got too relaxed and felt him hit that unnerved skin at the back of your throat.

You gagged and with a pop, leap away, coughing.

"Oh! Are you okay?" Jake's hand never left the back of your head, caressing gently. He had to fight the urge to not moan when he felt your throat contract on his dick. "Do you want to take a break?" Jake had no pleasure in saying the last sentence, but he needed you to know that it was possible at any time to stop or pause.

You don't mean to furrow your eyebrows at the older one, but his question made your chest fill with fondness that eventually reached your own cock.

You shook your head. "I'm okay, I just went too far down," and the minute your coughing spree went away, you take a few deep breaths and continued where you left off. You sucked just the tip and then pull off, jerking as fast as you can.

"I wanna know how you like it," you state. You didn't mean it to sound seductive or sexy, but your voice, on its own, dropped two octaves, and Jake moaned on command.

Jake moaned to release the breath he didn't know he was holding in. Your comment could've made him explode there, but he holds on. "Just do what you keep doing. It feels amazing." He couldn't keep his voice from moaning, watching you jerk him in your soft hands. "Keep doing that, and suck on the tip -- yes, yes, just like that. Every so often go further down and hold it for a second -- fuck, that's perfect, Don't stop."

Jake felt his muscles spasm from the attempt to not pound as roughly as he could into your pleasant and incredibly wet mouth.

You memorized each vein and ridge of his cock, taking in its rough texture, yet its mesmerizing feel. You were being delicate as ever, going deep but slow, but the moans escaping Jake's lips ignited the fire in your throat and you can't help but speed up, letting his cock hit that spot again in your throat, but this time, you could handle it.

Your lips were coated in saliva, and as Jake watched, trails of it slip away and down his shaft. You slurp at it while going up, and you feel his hips thrust at your deed. A groan escaped your lips.

"Sorry!" He quickly apologized.

"No it's fine," You said, and the way your voice was scratchy and hoarse from his cock almost drove him over the edge.

"I liked it," you teasingly whispered. You held his cock lightly and hovered your mouth over it.

"Fuck my mouth."

Jake knew his heart rating was spiking. His eyes were glossed over, and he could think of only you. He was gently thrusting, placing a delicate hand on your head and lightly pushing down.

Each time you felt him hit the back of your throat an unknowing moan followed along. This was more pleasurable than you remembered it being. You could feel your own cock straining in your pants, dying for pleasure. You spread your legs as far as they could go until your bulge made contact with his bedsheets and unceremoniously rutted against them.

You noticed Jake's weakness was the way you swallowed and slurped. His reaction each time was a lovely whine, a noise you haven't heard from him ever. You could feel your boner convulsing with each sound, and soon the strain was so unbearable that there was no question that you needed more of Sim Jake.

"Hyung," you whined. You're on top of him within seconds, and he caught your mouth in a heated kiss. Jake pushed the pillows from behind him and held onto your waist as he laid the both of you more comfortably against the bed.

The longer you both continued kissing, the more you became aware that you were hot and wanted to match Jake's shirtless figure as well. "Jake, take it off," you murmured against his lips. and then pushed yourself up with him following suit. Jake's hands shook as he pulled your shirt up. You blushed and raised your arms, embarrassed but too turned on to care.

Jake held onto your hips as he flipped the both of you over, he lingered over you, and he was now twice as intimidating.

You noticed his cross necklace dangling above you and you held in a sly grin.

How ironic.

"You're so perfect," He breathed, hands curling around your waist, traveling up to your chest. His hands were rough and hotter than usual. It warmed your sides as they rubbed up and down, and you watched as his large hands circled your body. It reminded you of the other big part of him that you had finally found the nerve to suck. You flushed at the thought and shyly tugged at his wrist. He understood and lowered his body to meet yours. You shiver at the feeling of his torso touching your own and you clutch onto his bare arms.

You weren't sure who started it, but the both of you soon were grinding your hips together. Jake let out the most beautiful moans into your neck, and you arched in pleasure. His hand reached down to your own jeans and fiddled with the buttons.

"Is this ok?" He asked, his voice unrecognizable. You nodded, biting your lips at how incredibly sexy Jake looked above you, sweaty and desperate.

He managed to undo your button, but your hands wanted to be back on his skin so bad that you were helping him pull the rest of his pants down that never made their way off at the beginning of this ordeal, taking his underwear along with it. You ran your hands gently up his thighs and over his hips. He tried getting back to your own, but you needed him -- now. So you pulled him back on top and sucked him into a deep kiss.

Jake was just as dizzy, just as urgent. With him completely naked, he couldn't help but find the perfect spot on your thigh and thrust harshly. He felt your hips meet his and it only drove his desire further. He didn't want the both of your's first time feeling each other in this naked state to end so quickly. He wanted to take his time and at least get the rest of your clothes off, but it was becoming increasingly clear that it was already too late.

"Right there, please don't stop," You begged, unable to think about anything but the pleasure you felt. Jake swapped between the sides of your neck and that only made his hips press right against your erection. "Jake! Fuck!" you moaned, digging your fingers into his shoulder. You felt your pleasure building and building, you couldn't think about anything but wanting to come. You were sure Jake was in a similar state the way his moans and whines increased in volume against your collar bone. You arched as high as your back would allow and you listened as Jake whimpered a low, attractive sound and gasped out, "Shit, Shit. I'm-- I'm gonna--"

"Yes, please, please come!' You cried out, eyes squeezing shut as your own ecstasy reached its edge. Jake sucked in a large breath of air and ground hard against you, stilling, the only sign that he was coming was the shudder in his arms as you hung on tight.

You pant for air when you feel yourself finish and you noticed that Jake was doing the same against your neck, his breath hot. You quivered with an aching groan as his hips twitched on their own due to aftershocks. "Jake, Jake, it's too much."

With great efforts, he hauled himself above you and looked at your flushed face, realizing only then that he missed to see your face as it came.

He laughed weakly, his eyes softening as they met yours, "wow," was the only word his brain could think of at the moment.

You giggled from beneath and answered back with your own 'wow'.

You swallowed and looked away from his intimidating gaze before speaking, "Sorry, I know I was giving you--" your voice trailed off, "But I just got really heated and so--"

Jake cut you off with a kiss, as gentle and as light as ever. "It's fine. I loved that we got to do this together." He looked down between the two of you "But I think we should've at least taken your pants off."

You look down at yourself and noticed the wet spot formed near the crotch area, his own seed just now soaking into the fabric.

"Oh shit," you cursed.

"Probably not the best idea to walk out like that," and as if on cue, you both listen as the front door opened, and in walked his rowdy roommates.

Your eyes grow wide, but Jake goes to reassure you, "I locked the door, don't worry. And my roommate usually come straight in and plays his games on the tv. We're okay."

Jake leaped off and sat beside you. "You could probably borrow a pair of my pants, but not out, 'cause they'll notice."

You sat up and looked around. "Do you think your roommate would mind if I spent the night?"

And Jake could only smile, showing his perfect teeth.

"I would kick him out in a heartbeat for you," and you slapped his shoulder.

"Jake don't do that, it was only a suggestion!"

"A suggestion I'm going to grant," he teased, he leaped up and caught your neck with his mouth, pinning you down and tickling at your sides with no mercy. You laughed and laughed until your stomach ached, and you swatted at him, except you liked the feeling of his hands and his playful nature, the thing that caught your attention the first time you met him, along with the sound of your heart softly pounding in your ears at the sight of him.

Relationships were scary, and your past could tell you more than a few stories of how that felt. But in the moment, you wanted nothing more than to reach out and call him your baby, being able to recognize that he was yours.

You came to the conclusion that the whole, "friends with benefits" thing wouldn't last long. Not if Jake kept up his silly and happy demeanor, the one that made you fall hopelessly in love with him.

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[nobodyeverasked]

court of stars; jake sim

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summary ➣ Time during one of ENHYPEN’s dance rehearsals passes by smoothly like usual. At least, until a few of the members begin to pick up on a Jake paying a attention to one of their backup dancers a little more than the others.

genre ➣ fluff

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Y/N and his boyfriend, Jake, let their breaths rise through the air around them, spinning the overhead lights of one of the HYBE building’s lounge rooms into gold from their entwined fingers. Y/N laid in Jake’s arms as he caressed Y/N’s sides, kneaded his hands into Y/N’s shoulders, back, waist, and thighs; buried kisses in his neck, and traced the deep blush that bloomed on his cheeks. 

With every small laugh Jake caught between their teeth as he’d take Y/N in with a tug on his stolen hoodie, he could feel the light bloom around them in whispers of moonlit memories and the mornings they spent afterward. Slow dances crushing the night’s blue velvet and stepping in the afterglow they’d find in their barely finished coffees. That was their life at one point. It felt as if they spent an entire lifetime in each other’s embrace, but it has been no more than a few months.

“I feel like everything you wear is mine now.”

“It’s always been mine, just in your closet… Do you not want me to wear your stuff?” Y/N flashed a pout with a pointed look, making Jake blush and falter for a second before fastening an assured grasp on Y/N’s hips.

“NO! I’m not complaining, I swear…” Jake took on a sinister smirk before plunging beneath Y/N’s hoodie to caress his waist. “But, if you’re still offering to take all of it off, then I’d love to see it-” His words were nothing but shrivelled light between their smiles when YN cut him off with a kiss, his grin lighting sparks between their chests as Y/N pressed him up against the arm of the couch and settled in his lap.

They didn’t have the luxury of sprawling themselves out in secluded fields they wanted to call home for a night, or kissing under the murmur and glow of cheap, flickering dance studio lights. However, being here, stretched out on a couch in the echoless quiet they were waiting anxiously to rip apart. It was a luxury on its own - anything was a luxury as long as Jake had Y/N there to turn every misfortune into a stroke of luck down Jake’s spine.

“If I live long enough after this practice, then maybe…”

Despite how with every way Y/N moved under Jake’s touch and fall into his embrace left Jake in a blissful daze, Y/N couldn’t help but remember why he was really here. This wasn’t just another time where Jake snuck Y/N into the building or pleaded with the people at the front desk to let him spend a night - or more - this was something completely different.

Y/N was hired to become one of ENHYPEN’s backup dancers for their next performance. He can’t help but feel this panic and tension idling under every place Jake tried to soothe with his touch. It would always trail after Jake’s fingertips and lips and teeth with this sinister fire that left a simmer on Y/N’s skin in the worst way. 

Y/N would feel this emptiness in his stomach that caved in on itself every time he was given the time between their kisses to let out a breath. Dance was the only thing Y/N’s life tried to revolve around, and an opportunity like this was given to him to finally try and make a living out of something he loves. It’s starting to feel more and more unreal now that it’s within his grasp.

That was how Y/N and Jake met, through dance; on one of the nights Jake managed to sneak out of the HYBE building and make his way to a run-down studio that was nestled into the basement of some dive bar. Whenever the spotlight of the moon didn’t trail Jake’s footsteps with a snicker between the stars, he would go there and grind his heels into the tired sheen of those disgusting, pine floors he called his sweet reprieve. It was a taste of freedom, where he could just let loose and be unafraid of slipping and falling.

He soaked in being the new talk of that almost five-hundred square-foot stage of smudged mirrors and ragged floorboards. ‘Jake Sim’ was the name on the lips of every dancer there, his raw, unfiltered talents and emotions were seen and revered and watched and applauded.

However, the prestige he carried with him on his high-held head only lasted for so long until, a new face and figure parted the crowd and met Jake in the middle of the studio’s regular freestyling circle that was his to control.

At least, that’s how it was, how everyone thought it was supposed to be, until a mere blur in the background stepped up and made his image clear, a new talent just gathering his footing and finding a start wherever he could. That person was Y/N, a star that was just beginning to flourish.

When Y/N met him in the center of that circle and tipped up his cap to reveal the most beautiful shimmer in his eyes, Jake was overrun by all these sudden feelings that he always used to dismiss. They felt so real, so tangible, as if he could reach out to Y/N and feel the flames in his heart dance in a way they never truly have before. 

He found himself silently marvelling even more as Y/N shoved at him playfully by the shoulders and beat him in the dance battle they were going to start sooner or later . If Jake had the choice, then he’d take just a few more seconds to stare, to fall for the stranger that’d soon encompass every single part of his life in the best way.

Jake found himself revolving around Y/N and how he put Jake in his place the moment he began to take over the melody seeping through their speakers.

He remembered how he looked on as Y/N assumed his place in the center of the circle and flashed his teeth in a cocky grin that made Jake nearly fall to his knees. 

That grin was one he’d wind up unravelling under before tangling himself up in the tongue that lay behind it. 

On the second night they met, Jake caught Y/N’s hand in the moonlit dark after everyone filed out the exit in clusters, and made the light that spilled through the windows theirs with a kiss. 

Just eyeing Y/N through stolen glances in the mirror during group dances wasn’t enough, neither was doing his best to find his way to the front of the crowd to see Y/N set the floor alight with every one of his beautiful movements. Jake wanted to know as much about Y/N as possible; whether it be his birthday, his favourite colour, or how the smoothie Y/N always brought into the studio tasted before they pried each other’s awkward smiles open and finally got the answer.

They can both recall that kiss as clear as the way the faint blue dawn carved out their shapes in the sheets they landed in not too long after. How Jake pushed Y/N up against the mirror closest to them and tipped Y/N’s chin in just the right way. They tied their lips together, and the rest was a motionless blur as Y/N grabbed at the hands that pinned his wrists up and above him and flipped them around on the mirror. 

Jake will never, ever forget the way Y/N’s voice lit his skin ablaze as he said that he had an apartment not too far from the studio. He wished he took Y/N up on his sarcastic offer to carry him when he felt his knees buckle from under him as Y/N’s voice ran through him.

Just a few months later and there they were, suspended in light together that wasn’t threatening to short out like the studio they met in. They fell for each other in an instant, yet there felt like there was so much history behind every kiss they had, an odyssey under every touch, and past lives in each sky they made theirs then burned black together. Jake always scoffed at the idea of fate, that things were meant to fall into his lap, but he was proven wrong the moment Y/N did, the moment Y/N walked into his stare with that brilliant smile and made him fall helplessly right into Y/N’s hands.

“Hey, why’re you so nervous…?” Jake’s heavy touch led Y/N down into the sofa. He straddled Y/N’s waist and pinned his wrists above his head before diving into the curve of his neck to plant more kisses to bloom. 

He could practically taste Y/N’s worries on his lips when he traced the corners of Y/N’s pout with gentle kisses. “I know it’s your first job, but still… You're so talented that I don’t think you have a right to be worried.” Jake’s laughter drifted away as he tried to uproot Y/N’s worries from where they were desperately swept under the carpets laid below them.

He let Y/N up and shuffled back over to the other end of the couch, smiling as Y/N leaned back into Jake’s chest and played nervously with the fingers that lingered by his waist.

“I just…” Y/N took a breath as he winced at his worries always seemed to conveniently surface whenever everything was right around the corner. “It’s my first professional dancing position - for your group, too… I just really don’t want to screw up.” 

“I know I can’t stop you from worrying, but what I can do is tell you that I think you’re amazing, Y/N, and that this won’t be a problem for you.” Jake tipped Y/N’s chin up to lean down and kiss his forehead, hands draped from Y/N’s neck. He traced over the faint marks where he left his kisses to hang like diamonds from Y/N’s collar bones. 

Whether it be moon-stained sheets, a mile’s-worth of sunlit rooftops, or the coastlines that would come between them whenever Jake had to leave the country. There was no force strong enough to keep Jake from Y/N’s skin, from memorizing and re-memorizing every inch as if it were their first time under the night’s sapphire spotlights, and from feeling all the indescribable things that Y/N always made run through him like molten gold.

Jake smiled to himself as he felt Y/N breathe a sigh of relief, an admission of defeat to Jake’s praises that always managed to make his happiness flourish.

“If it helps, you know for a fact that I’ll be there with you every single minute and every single second. Even if I’m not dancing beside you like usual, I’ll still be right there.” Continuing, Jake strode through their comfortable silence, tying their hands together and pulling Y/N into a tighter embrace. He always wished that he could just pull Y/N in, wind Y/N up in his grip, and siphon out the worries that always burrowed just beneath his surface - a place only Jake was allowed to go. “Okay…? Plus, I know that you’ve been running yourself ragged with school and work. I’ll do everything I can…”

Jake’s voice lost its spark as he realized how much Y/N’s been putting himself through, and how Y/N’s schedule is constantly leaving him too little room to breathe, wearing him thin. Jake could feel an ache in his heart every time he catches Y/N hanging by a thread, by the weathered seams of the faded sunlight left in his eyes by the time Jake gets to him.

“Jake…” Y/N tried to shake all the times he caught Jake’s sullen stare on his heavy shoulders before Jake tried to cover it up with an attempt at a comforting smile. 

He couldn’t help but feel this guilt overrun him whenever he’d meet Jake at the back of the studio in the same corner they met on all the days after their kiss, and have nothing to show but a deep breath and incomplete thoughts. But Jake would always hold Y/N’s face in his hands and reassure him that he was always good enough and that he’d never expect more than what Y/N could give him.

“I appreciate it, but-”

“No buts!” Jake sat up, kneading his hands into Y/N’s waist and slipping his fingers into the back pocket of Y/N’s jeans - rather, the jeans that Jake spent half an hour looking for in his closet just to see Y/N walk through his dorm room door with them slung around his waist in a way that made Jake stumble over his words. 

It took everything in Jake not to just shove Y/N on his bed and sail his lips across where his jeans sat perfectly along Y/N’s waistline - right then and there. He ended up doing just that not moments after Y/N shuffled through the door, but he decided to be courteous and wait a bit for Y/N to put down his bag before doing so. 

“It’s gonna be okay, and you’re gonna be okay.”

Leaning back into Jake’s embrace, Y/N felt nothing but bliss. He felt safe, secure, like he always did whenever he had Jake there with him to cast his worries aside, watch them fade into whatever sky they’d carve their kisses into the next. 

Dancing with and in front of ENHYPEN didn’t seem so hard now, as when Y/N’s painted gold by Jake’s melody, treasured in his hands, he feels invincible. 

“I love you, Jake.”

“I love you more, Y/N…”

*

ENHYPEN, their choreographer, and their backup dancers wore the day thin, stretching out all its colours until sunset. They finally managed to lay down foundations for choreography, and they were running through the progress they’ve made so far in make-shift practices. Despite the minor hiccup here and there, time flowed through the pale overhead lights pretty seamlessly.

Throughout the entire day, Jake’s eyes have never left the mirror, he was constantly checking upon Y/N to see how he was doing. They’ve talked endlessly about how each and every evening before this day left Y/N scrounging up for all the rest and quiet he could. 

Whether it be Y/N needing to catch up with his studies just to watch them to slip out of his hands, making it just on time for his night shifts anywhere that would take him, or tirelessly training at studios that either had no space for him or were inches from a financial grave; there was this constant stress on Y/N’s shoulders. One that left him hollowed out by the time he met the night on the other side.

The way Y/N would bury those empty sighs into Jake’s neck whenever he could be there for him, it left Jake so conflicted on how to react when Y/N told him about the job he signed up for. He finally received an opportunity that he’s spent such a long time scouring for, and Jake couldn’t be prouder, but he also knew how strenuous and taxing it was going to be. 

Jake didn’t hide his hesitance in letting Y/N take this position in the first place, he thought about how hard it would’ve been to shove this in between all the other things that have practically been tearing Y/N apart since he began to build a life up by himself.

Jake recalled the calm and diplomatic, yet driven, passionate conversation they had about it; with Jake sitting at the foot of his bed, doing his best to comfort Y/N. He remembered watching Y/N press himself up against Jake’s headboard with a strained wince - muscles freshly torn from the dancing he did not even an hour before he wound up in Jake’s bed. 

The last thing Jake wanted was for Y/N to hurt himself even more, but he knew how badly Y/N wanted this.

Despite all the worries they could feel rising in their chests, every part of their routine seemed to be going pretty smoothly. Jake was constantly failing to hide his smiles whenever Y/N would be arranged at the front of the crowd, shining like a star in the night as he eased through the choreography with this grace and technique that always left Jake breathless.

One part that made Jake especially happy was when the choreographer gave Y/N a part to really stand out, a short and momentary yet impactful duet with Heeseung, their characters tied up in a fight that they can’t control. As it came, the music settling in the notches in the floorboards and Jake making his way to the side to watch Heeseung and Y/N emerge in the center, Jake felt his pulse simmer beneath his skin, heavy breaths trembling on his lips. This was Y/N’s moment to let people see what he can do.

But as they both ground themselves into the routine, Jake realized how much contact there truly was on their part - Heeseung needing to tug Y/N around and cast him aside. He quickly grew concerned that the power in Heeseung’s smooth and calculated dancing could overwhelm Y/N just a little too much with how weak he still was.

Nearing the end of their duet, with Heeseung needing to throw Y/N away, Heeseung grabbed Y/N and shoved him back a little too hard, causing Y/N to stumble over and barely stabilize himself off to the side. Jake could hear the flickers of a gasp torn from Y/N’s lips as he tried desperately to stop his fall, and it took all of him to not rush in and catch him and hold him.

The pounds in the floorboard made by Y/N’s staggering steps as a few of the dancers and Ni-ki helped him regain his balance, they left the crowd lagging behind this concerned silence before they closed back in on the empty center to continue following the melody leaking in, unforgiving, through the speakers.

Sunghoon snapped his head over as he could feel Jake flinching beside him, thinking he shared Jake’s worry for their new backup dancer until he took a closer look at the intensity stirring in Jake’s gaze. Jake’s pursed lips held back a frown that was a few more beats away from slipping out.

“I’m sure he’s okay,” Sunghoon murmured to Jake before they split off, trying not to think twice about why he needed to console Jake about their new backup dancer.

“Uh- Right…” 

Jake stifled a sigh of relief in his sleeve that he could weave between some of their dancers before his panic could carry him away, but he let the fires that he would’ve spat out in Y/N’s name dance at the base of his chest in frustration. 

Was Y/N okay? Was he hurt? Jake struggled to find Y/N in the crowd as he and his members parted it and made their way to the center; he strained himself, even more, to tear himself away from the idea of chastising Heeseung in the middle of their practice. At least, by what Jake could see when he wasn’t focusing on his choreography, Heeseung was letting the guilt seep in a little more, as Heeseung kept taking glances through the mirror at where Y/N was by the edge of their formation.  

It made Jake feel a little bit better, but the concern that bubbled in his stomach whenever he had a moment to feel it didn’t settle or fade. He just kept thinking about Y/N.

By the time the song ended, everyone melted from their final positions and dispersed. Some fled through the doors to take their breaks, to get whatever fresh air they could to cool down the simmer of the sweat igniting on their skin; others lingered against walls and corners, admitting defeat under the lifelessness of the practice room’s overhead lighting as they gathered their breath. Y/N took the melody of the song that still trickled from the speakers and brought it with him to a secluded corner of the practice room, exchanging a few words with some of the other dancers before they left the room.

The members of ENHYPEN built a circle for themselves in the center of the room, bowing to a few of the dancers leaving for their breaks and then collapsing onto the floors. As much as they dreaded these floors, they have sometimes been their only comfort on nights of group practices where they reduced the moonlight to ashes before it could seep through the walls, and tried not to slip and fall on the scorch marks they left. 

Heeseung was the first to break the silence of their heavy breathing, scratching nervously at the back of his sweat-soaked neck and flashing a glance at where Y/N was stretching.

“I hope he’s okay… I didn’t mean to push him that hard.” Heeseung’s voice was frail, still catching up to the breath he couldn’t find in his chest, “he’s okay, right…?” Asking nobody in particular, Heeseung started fidgeting with his hands as he rose up to a crouch and rocked anxiously back and forth on his feet.

“I’m sure he’s fine, he handled it really well…” Sunghoon attempted to echo what he whispered to Jake during their performance, flicking his gaze up to Jake to see him sitting still, pensive, as if he was thinking too much about what to say next. He didn’t know whether to be glad or worried that he seemed to be the only one noticing Jake’s odd and on-edge behaviour. It was something that Jake was definitely trying to hide behind the bitten lips and stares into the floor that Sunghoon was catching out the corner of his eye.

“Just be more careful next time.” Jake’s voice escaped from him in a much harsher tone than he wanted as he tried to shove playfully at Heeseung’s shoulders, only to almost knock him over from the crouch he was settling into. He tried to catch himself in his emotional stumble as his concern for Y/N may have slipped out from under him, but his failure to hide a sharp, pointed look toward Heeseung behind an unassuming gaze only made it worse. All of ENHYPEN’s eyes were on him now, and Jake felt himself tangled up in his words and his breath when he saw Heeseung desperately try to laugh off his comment.

“I- I will.” Heeseung scrambled for a way to react, but he was left empty handed as Jake stared back at the ground, swallowing dryly as if he were biting back the sting of some sort of anxiousness that Heeseung couldn’t see. 

In an attempt to brush everything aside and lift up the silence that’s settled on all of them, Heeseung let out another giggle as Jake stood up and stretched himself out. He understood if Jake was concerned, Jake was the kind of person to care about the well-being of everybody on their sets. Something about the attention Jake was giving this incident, though, to the person stretching and relaxing peacefully in the corner of their practice room, made Heeseung’s head spin with speculation. 

“I’m guessing you’re gonna go check on him…?” Heeseung spoke too soon before his mind and tongue could catch up and widened his eyes before looking up to Jake, who stilled for a moment before nodding, his lips pressed in a firm line.

Jake needed to escape the burn of everyone’s inquisitive gazes on him before the simmer would leave him slipping up more than he already was. Turning his back on his group and making his way over to Y/N, he did just that, his breath of relief sitting pretty in the hoodie he stole from the edge of Jake’s bed.

“Am I the only one who thought that was weird, even for Jake…?” Sunoo snapped the silence Jake left them in over his knee, resting his chin on his hand as he surveyed everyone else’s expressions.

“I mean…” Sunghoon was hesitant to say anything, as he didn’t know if Jake wanted to make his concern for their new dancer as apparent as it seemed to be. “Jake was quite concerned for him, but I don’t know if we can chalk it up to ‘acting weird’.”

“The dancer seemed to brush it off pretty quickly, so I don’t know…” Ni-ki chimed in, he was the one who helped Y/N gather himself before they all needed to file back into the center for their next dance break. He remembered smiling to himself as Y/N patted the hand Ni-ki used to catch his shoulder before immediately diving back into the choreography, with not even the slightest spark of hesitance in his eyes. Maybe a gasp and a shaky breath on his lips, but that was the most Y/N let get the best of him before he focused back on the performance.

Heeseung just sat there as he listened to the members theorize, contemplative and silent. He was sure that there was something else hidden behind Jake’s eyes and voice and disposition, but he didn't want to overanalyze; make decisions out of assumptions and coincidences, create facts out of things that were never really there.

“I mean yeah, I was concerned for him, too… I just didn’t expect such a visceral reaction outta Jake.” Jungwon trailed off.

“It could be that Jake knows him.” Jay shrugged, nonchalant. “That could give a reason as to why he was ‘upset’ with Heeseung, since you almost killed Jake’s friend on his first day.” Settling his gaze on Heeseung who tried to shy away from it, Jay swept his speculations away, thinking nothing of them. Sunoo caught onto its tail end, though, thinking a little more than nothing of them.

Sunoo looked over at Jake kneeling in front of the dancer. As easy as it was for the other members to let this fade from their thoughts, Sunoo wasn’t going to loosen his grip on his suspicions that easily.

“Baby, are you okay…?” Jake tried to whisper, but his distress made the frail song of his voice fly a little too high to the point where Y/N needed to reach up and catch his words as they hung in the air. Ignoring Y/N’s pointed and panicked stare, Jake held onto Y/N’s hands, making sure that his shoulders and silhouette were hiding everything from the pale lights and the prying stares of ENHYPEN who were probably still watching him. He caressed Y/N’s knuckles, and the loose frown Y/N tried to keep on his face unwound instantly into a soft smile.

“Not too loud, I thought you didn’t want anybody to know yet!” Y/N finally stopped himself before he could unravel under Jake’s touch, but his peace was only temporary as Jake reached up and ran his hands through Y/N’s hair, pushing his hood away to hold the back of his neck. “But yeah, I’m fine.”

“I know, sorry…” Jake quieted himself down, lowering his voice to a mere whisper, his words melting on Y/N’s knuckles as he lifted them to his lips for one quick kiss. The burn from his lips fled the moment they could feel it. “Are you sure, though? Are you hurt at all…? He shoved you really hard.”

“I’m sure. Ni-ki caught me, so there’s no Y/N-sized hole in the wall...” Y/N watched with a chuckle as Jake turned over Y/N’s hands, pushing up on his sleeves to run his fingers along Y/N’s arms before pulling back with a grin.

“You handled that really well, like a professional. I’m so proud of you…” Jake’s words started to stick to Y/N like honey as his voice settled, taking on this calm, sincere shine. 

The pride that bloomed inside of him whenever Y/N accomplished anything, it was always like watching Y/N land a move he’s been practicing until the twines of dusk and dawn are tangled in his hair - Jake needing to set Y/N’s head in his lap so he can untie all of them. 

It filled him with so much happiness to see everyone share the look of awe that Jake has had since the first day they met. Even if Jake wished the accomplishment in question was by different circumstances, and not Y/N saving himself expertly from a fall, it was still something more than worth commending Y/N for.

“Thanks, Jakey…” Y/N squeezed the hand that held onto his before a comfortable silence overtook them. Their conversations never needed to last for long, as they both knew that drowning in the night skies they held in their eyes could do all the speaking for them. 

That night sky was a place that Jake never wanted to leave.

Jake slowly, tentatively cut through their silence. But he didn’t even dare for a moment to breach the surface and take a breath from where the shimmer in Y/N’s eyes washed over him and held him in place for a while before he stood up to make his way back over to his members. “So you’re sure you’re alright? You don’t need anything-” 

“I’m alright, I promise.” Y/N cut Jake off before he could get carried away. Having Jake always there for him made him feel so at ease, and made him feel so stupid for having worries in the first place. Jake was always there to breathe sparks into Y/N’s skin and have them all melt away.

With a teasing lift of his eyebrow, Jake flashed Y/N one more playfully suspicious look before making his way back to his group. They instinctively made space for him even in the midst of what sounded like an intense conversation.

“Why wouldn’t a dog wear pants on all four legs?” Jake caught onto the end of Jungwon’s whining. No matter how much or how little context he had to work with, he knew he’d still end up confused like always.

“Because, Jungwon, pants are supposed to cover your ass. If they stretch pants around all four legs it’ll cover half the ass at most!” Jay retorted, eyebrows furrowed.

“But a dog has four legs, pants also need to cover the legs!” Sunoo chimed in, only for Sunghoon to fall face-first into the conversation with a heavy groan.

“They’re not supposed to, they just end up doing that. They need to sit around our waist, and a dog’s waist isn’t across its stomach.” Sunghoon lifted an eyebrow, surveying the emerging silence with a little bit of pride and triumph. But just because their battlefield of scuffed pine wood and mirrors rang with emptiness didn’t mean the battle was over. He was sure that Ni-ki would come to him in the middle of the night with some sort of half-baked argument he found online. “With your logic, we should have our pants covering the front part of our body like some weird sleeved blanket.” Sunghoon and Jay’s battle had only just begun, and they had Heeseung to thank for showing the group the picture of a dog wearing pants in the first place.

“I wish I could just enter a conversation and not be confused…” Jake sat down in the space that Heeseung and Jungwon made for him, scratching at his head as he tried his very best to think about how this information would be important at all. “I’m the one who’s supposed to be confusing…”

If he knew anything about debates in his group, though, it is that they last for a while. They lay siege on each other, every man for themselves as they try to survive each day without being caught in the crossfire of dumb and dumber until everything finally subsides, until the dust finally settles and Jake doesn’t have to look over his shoulder to make sure Ni-ki isn’t there pestering him about how and why ‘water is wet’.

“Uh…” Heeseung eyed Jake nervously for a second before gathering himself and gaining his footing among the chatter of the other members. “By the way, Jake, is the dancer okay…? Is he mad at me?” Biting his lip anxiously as he thought over how hard he really did push Y/N, he looked over to where Y/N was sitting in the corner, exchanging smiles with a few of the dancers who filed back in through the doors from their breaks. He also couldn’t stop considering how Jake acted and how he just couldn’t seem to make sense of it. Jay’s logic seemed to be the most sound, but if Jake knew him, Heeseung assumed that he wouldn’t hesitate to introduce him to the rest of his group.

“I- uhm…” Jake composed himself, making sure to not let anything slip out from under him again. He wondered, deep down, how long the members could have watched him. Did they catch him sneaking in quick kisses in the grooves of Y/N’s knuckles…? Did they catch their warm smiles and the way he stared into Y/N’s eyes with a lovestruck sigh he probably let out a little too loudly? 

He wanted to introduce Y/N to his members so badly, but he was just so nervous about the way their worlds would collide. If it’d made them both shatter, or if it would be as seamless as they always hoped whenever wayward conversations would leave them thinking twice about it.

“No he's not mad at you, and he’s fine. He does expect you to kiss him better though.” Jake tried to lighten the mood now that everything seemed to be okay.

He and Y/N always conditioned each other to avoid the topic as they assumed that their privacy and secrecy were their number one priority. However, ENHYPEN and Y/N were both super important aspects of Jake’s life, and he always found himself wondering what would happen if he finally brought them together, if Jake walked into a room with Y/N under his arm and just did it. He was always too nervous about how that’d unfold to ever finish a thought.

“I guess I owe him that much for a push that hard.” Heeseung’s quiet chuckle dragged Jake out of his trance for a moment, long enough for him to hear Heeseung’s voice, quiet and cautious, wrap around them. 

Dancers began to fill the room back up, and the lull in ENHYPEN’s chatter gave Sunghoon the chance to turn and flick his gaze over to the dancer, and then back to the shimmer in Jake’s barely readable expression. The fact that Sunghoon couldn’t read it meant something. Jake was always an open book to him - whether the writing made sense or not.

Before Sunghoon could ask him anything, before he could spread the dots he connected between Jake and the new dancer out for the group to see, the choreographer rushed into the room and cut him off with a shout, bringing everyone in to start their practice all over again.

*

Their practice burned well into the night, wearing the moonlight down on all the sneakers that ground against the practice room floor until everybody was sent off with a sigh of relief from the choreographer that practically severed the night where it stood weak and hollow above the HYBE building. All the dancers went their separate ways, and so did some of the members of ENHYPEN, seeking reprieve from the lights and the echoes of the music that have been etched into their skin and bones anywhere else.

Y/N and Jake had a different idea, however, as they decided to salvage what little starlight they could between their hands and burrow themselves into a quiet corner of another practice room they found. One that Jake vowed never stirred this late at night and laid still just for them by the time the moonlight caught its breath and began to seep through the walls again. 

They could feel it weigh them down as Y/N took a breath and collapsed into Jake’s arms, feeling it tangle between their hands, sticking to them with this sweetness that always numbed his senses during the times where he felt a little too much. The night was their greatest comfort, its indigo glow and sapphire clouds being the place where everything started, happened, where all of their laughs and yelps and vows of affection were carved into the silver brandish of its horizon.

“So, I was thinking…” Jake opened his legs to let Y/N shuffle between them and buried a chuckle into the top of Y/N’s head when he let a loud groan spill down Jake’s shoulder. 

“A Jake thought…?” Y/N pushed Jake down to the floor, catching their hums between their teeth as he tied their lips together and felt Jake take all of his breath away with a single touch to his waist. A single touch turned into more, into flames trailing Jake’s fingertips as they plunged beneath the hemline of Y/N’s hoodie and traced his spine. He connected the kisses on Y/N’s sides and waist that Jake would carve and paint into Y/N’s skin every night there was a tangle of sheets between them. Sooner or later, the sheets would always wind up as a heap of moon-stained knots at their feet whenever a kiss to Y/N’s neck would always flourish into so much more. “Those are always such a mixed bag.”

“Ha ha.” Jake rolled his eyes with a smile before sitting up and guiding Y/N out from between his legs to get a plastic bag that was sitting right in the middle of all the things they trudged out of the other practice room with. “As I was saying… I wanted to celebrate how well you did today, so I got us fried chicken from our favourite place.” Putting the bag in between them, he took out containers of the fried chicken they’d always stray from their schedules to get together.

“Really? From the place down the street…?” Y/N could barely shape his words with the wide grin that overtook him. The studio they met at wasn’t as far as a walk as Jake’s secret expeditions through hidden trails and dimly lit alleyways always made it feel. Whenever they got adventurous, they would always dare each other to make space in their plans to get the fried chicken from the vendor across the street from HYBE’s building. 

Ever since Jake caught onto a throwaway comment by Y/N and found out that it was Y/N’s favourite place to go after arduous practices or gruelling, relentless days, Jake made sure to go with him every day they would find each other in the crowd at the studio. 

“Aw… Jake…”

“I know, so romantic.” Jake met Y/N on the other side of another kiss, pulling Y/N in by the collar of his hoodie and wrapping his drawstrings up in his hands to keep him there for a moment - just a little bit longer to take in the light that ran between their tongues and teeth, let the sparks Y/N ignited in him linger on the edge of his lips. “I would’ve gotten it anyway, whether you failed hilariously and horribly or not-” Jake winced with a grin when Y/N slapped his shoulder, catching Y/N’s hand before he could pull it back to kiss his palm. He continued, “but you didn’t, so here we are, celebrating my baby’s first dancing position.”

“There’s nobody I’d rather be celebrating with.” Y/N sighed with a giggle as they both picked up a piece and tapped them together in a mock ‘cheers’. “Thank you, Jake, you’re too good to me.”

“I also had another thought, Y/N…” Jake set down his already half-finished piece of chicken, pressing his hands to his lips in contemplation and consideration.

“Two in one day? Wow, you’re on a roll, aren’t you?”

“Yeah, I know.” Jake trailed off, his nerves failing to settle as he looked up to see Y/N turning to him, hearing the change in Jake’s tone, watching the glow in his eyes fade just a little. “But, this time, I’ve really been thinking.”

Jake wore away at his lip, nervously flicking his gaze up to Y/N every now and then only to see him sitting there, unmoving and attentive. Usually, whenever Y/N would listen to him like this, he’d feel open, weightless, and at ease, but he didn’t. It only made him more worried about breaking the silence.

“I really want you to meet the other members.”

It took a while for Jake’s words to settle in before Y/N could process them, let them settle in his mind. Even when they did, he struggled to find something to say.

“Really…?” Y/N’s voice was low and quiet. He’s thought about this, they’ve talked about it, but he never thought that it could have developed into anything more than a partially considered thought they’d bring onto the shores of their conversations every now and then. With the way Jake’s voice lodged itself in the empty spaces their quiet left, Y/N knew that they wouldn’t just dismiss it with raised eyebrows and a chuckle anymore. “Have you actually been considering it…?”

“Well yeah, of course.” Jake started off, “I’ve been thinking about it all day. Both you and my members are huge, super important parts of my life. I’m so proud of being with you, and I don’t want to keep hiding you from other people I care about… I should be showing you off - you’re amazing and beautiful and all mine and everyone deserves to know.”

“Jake…” Y/N sighed and buried his face into Jake’s hands as he held them out, kissing his fingertips before he could find anything to say. He was always aware of how much Jake treasured him, how proud he was of him, how much he loved him, and everything he’d do for him. However, it felt so different to have those things all realized in front of him, laid out for him to see from the glimmer lit ablaze in Jake’s eyes to the gleam in his joyful smile to the way all of his words tangled themselves up in Y/N’s heartstrings. “I just- I dunno…”

“I know, Y/N. You’re probably nervous about how they think of you,” by the way a sheepish smile bloomed on Y/N’s face - a shine overtaking his lips that Jake just wanted to kiss and take a mouthful of - Jake knew that he spelled out Y/N’s thoughts before even he could. “But trust me when I say that they’ll absolutely love you - but never as much as I do.”

“I guess I have no choice but to trust your judgment… So if you think we’re ready to meet them, then I do too.” Y/N chuckled and leaned into Jake’s touch as his hands settled by Y/N’s neck and pulled him in, entwining their lips before pushing the box of chicken aside to shuffle closer and wrap each other up in an embrace. “I love you…”

Jake never thought he’d enjoy feeling the sky turn its colour through the walls of this practice room. It was always something he dreaded, the threat of a late night practicing. Resting on his members’ shoulders for as long as he could until he needed to straighten up and catch up with the beat of their music, it was something that loomed over him like the shadows that the moon left as it fled the morning’s light. Here Y/N was, though, making him feel so at peace in a place that would always force him to feel anything but, the waters he and Y/N would dive into together were so calm, at least until Y/N would touch him in all the right places and cut through its surface like he always did.

He could stay drowning in this sensation, this constant state of carelessness that the moonlight from all their nights spent together would colour them with, especially when Y/N held the shimmer of all their past memories in his eyes. It just made Jake fall further, endlessly. No ocean of Y/N’s dark grey sheets or amber-lit streets they’d run down on midnight parades of reckless abandon could ever dull their shine.

This carelessness, though, as much as it was a blessing, it also didn’t help Jake from recognizing the sound of footsteps echoing throughout the hallway, creeping up to the only crack in the doors that happened to be where Jake and Y/N sat in the center of the room - pinewood floors and beige walls revolving around their orbit. It seemed that the people trudging through the hallways were pulled into their gravity, too; those people being Jungwon and Jay, who ran out of things to do to kill time or ease the ache in their muscles. The laughter leaking from the half-open door left them intrigued, and they ambled toward it.

“I love you too, babe-”

“BABE!?”

Y/N and Jake snapped their heads over to where the scream poured in through the crack in the door Jake said he closed, flooding the entire room and tearing the overhead lights to shreds as it shook the ground. It was Jungwon, his grasp frozen on the door handle, mouth agape, and eyes ignited with this surprise dancing wildly in them. Jay lingered behind him, catching his breath in his throat as the awe in his face sank deeper and deeper. 

They were still, frozen in this lifelessness that Jungwon’s piercing scream left them in. Jake just widened his eyes, mouth running dry of any words as he fumbled and tripped over himself, trying to attach to anything to distract him from the echoes of Jungwon’s exclamation. But the moment he tried to find something to help him regain his balance, the panic that stirred in Y/N’s surprise and silence next to him left him looking through and past and over everything - even Jungwon and Jay, who slowly crept through the door and shut it behind them.

He wanted to introduce Y/N to his members, sure, but not like this. They were caught in this fit of irony that left them at a loss of breath and thought. Jake could do nothing but look back at a petrified Y/N, knowing that trying to shrink behind Jake’s shoulders and bury his woes in his hands would only make the ripples Jungwon left in the air tear apart the silence even more.

“Uh…” Jake looked back at Y/N, there was nothing they could do. The light that leaked out of the room from the door they left half open led Jungwon and Jay right to them. Now, they were left to pick up the pieces of their secrets they left scattered everywhere Jake dragged Y/N. In the corners of all the empty practice rooms they could have found, in the moonlit creases of Jake’s bedsheets, left in trails along sidewalks and dirty, cobbled paths to the studio, Y/N and Jake’s safe haven. “Surprise…?”

“Yeah, consider us surprised!” It sounded as if Jungwon was still trying to gather his thoughts, so many suspicions and speculations collided and connected right in front of him - fires lit and sparks flying in his mind so rapidly he could hardly keep up. “Who is this ‘babe’! How is this ‘babe’! When is this ‘babe’! WHAT-”

“Okay!” Jake cut Jungwon off, reaching over, smoothing his fingers against Y/N’s knees as he could practically feel him curling up and trying to hide. “I know that you’re shocked, and I know that you have a lot of questions. But can you not interrogate my boyfriend?”

It took a moment for Jay to recognize who Y/N looked like, but when the light hit him in just the right way, everything just made sense.

“Isn’t this our new backup dancer…? Wait… You two-” Pinching the bridge of his nose, Jay answered his own question with a groan. So many emotions were coursing through him, running down his spine in shivers and flooding his mind with all the questions he didn’t know how to ask. Jungwon threw the floodgates wide open, but he knew that submerging Jake and his ‘babe’ with everything they could think of would only make things worse. “Can we sit?”

“Yeah.” Jake let out a shaky, shrivelled up breath as he could see Jungwon and Jay already assume their places in front of them, a spotlight shining on them and the hand he kept on Y/N’s shoulder. He tightened his arm around Y/N, doing his best to push and ease the weight from Y/N’s chest as he caressed his arm. “So, what d’you want to ask first…?” They wanted to be ready for everything, but letting the stories they tied between tongues and hands and ends of nights they’d ever forget… It felt harder when they weren’t retelling it to each other in the words they’d write into each other’s backs.

Jungwon groaned in contemplation, failing to hide his endeared smile as he saw Y/N leaning into Jake, and catching a glimpse of the light peck Jake tucked behind Y/N’s ear.

“When…?” Trying to muster a question, Jungwon still struggled to find the remnants of his voice he left to seep into the notches of the floorboards. “There’s no way you could’ve been able to keep a secret for that long?”

Looking at Y/N, Jake felt it all coming back to him. He couldn’t help but shine a smile, looking into Y/N’s eyes and seeing all the stars they fell through together.

“It’s only been a few months.” Jake said, continuing as he heard a hum of approval from Jay, who was sitting still, observant and attentive. “If I’m being honest, it’s been the best few months of my life…” He shone his smile brighter as he could see one bloom on Y/N’s lips.

“Aw… Jake…” Y/N leaned back into Jake’s arms, trying his best to hide his blush in Jake’s chest, but Jake forced him around with a firm grip on his waist. Seeing that deep blush bloom on Y/N’s cheeks like bundles of sunset-lit roses, it was always one of the most beautiful things to Jake. He could see it on the end of their copper sunsets and part the violets in the sky.

“I feel like it’d be a crime to ignore how cute that was…” Jungwon lifted an eyebrow, turning to Jay to see him quietly nodding. 

“I’m sorry if I forgot to say this earlier, but it was a pleasure getting to work with you guys.” Y/N finally spoke up, taking the three others in the room by a pleasant surprise. “It’s also nice to meet you, even if it’s this way…” Y/N found himself tripping over his words, struggling to stand firm under the endeared smiles shone his way.

“I mean, if it’s not too much, you can meet the rest of us…?” Jay hesitated to pull out his phone as he saw Jake and Y/N shudder at the thought, but they soon relaxed. “Is that okay with you?”

“Might as well…” Jake shrugged, kneading his hands into Y/N’s waist as he straightened up and pulled Y/N closer to him. He was already bracing himself for what was to come the moment Jungwon and Jay would call the rest of his members. He could grasp on nothing but wishful thinking and Y/N’s hands just thinking about how nothing can prepare them for when the other four members come through those doors, perplexed and in awe and filled with all the questions Jungwon and Jay are struggling to get out right now.

“Alright nice, time for them to meet- uh…” Jungwon stilled with wide eyes, realizing that he forgot to ask the most basic of questions, the first question anybody could have ever conceived or let out. “Wait, sorry… What’s your name…?”

“Y/N,” Y/N answered with a giggle, watching Jungwon and Jay peel long, dejected breaths from their tongues.

“How did we forget to ask for his name!?” Jungwon threw his hands into the air.

“We’re terrible at this… We’re never doing this good-cop-bad-cop bullshittery ever again.” Jay spoke into his phone as he slid a few messages into their group chat. He could practically hear them rushing toward them from wherever they were, strewn about empty rooms in the building. 

“I’m a lovely bad cop, thank you very much!”

“A bad cop who couldn’t even get Y/N’s name-”

“HEY!”

*

“AH-HA!” Sunoo’s triumphant cry shook the room as he flailed around in the circle that the rest of the ENHYPEN members created for themselves. “I fucking told you, something had to be going on!” Throwing his arms out with a smug grin on his lips, and challenging everyone who doubted him for the hours he ranted across the kitchen counter to them, Sunoo shone a mocking glare toward Jake, and a softer one as he glanced over at Y/N.

Sunghoon was smart enough to ask for Y/N’s name first.

“So you’re saying that you’ve been going at the mystery of my boyfriend and me since practice, like some sort of conspiracy theorist…?” Jake lifted an eyebrow with a smile, more in awe than anything else. He hasn’t seen Sunoo latch onto anything so passionately before.

“Well, you know what? It paid off.” Hands on his hips, Sunoo remained strong, defending his choice to invest way too much time, energy, and one-sided, long-winded rants to Sunghoon across the couch in cracking open the mystery of Jake and their elusive new backup dancer. “You almost killed Jake’s boyfriend, Heeseung. How does that make you feel…?”

“I said I was sorry!” Heeseung threw his head back with a sigh. He had no room to breathe by the end of their practice, as comments from his members lingered around every single corner. Especially when Sunoo - and Ni-ki with enough convincing - threw around their theories among the other members. Looking toward Y/N with a sheepish smile, Heeseung stretched over to place a hand on his. “I’m glad you’re okay, you handled that really well.”

“Thank you, that means a lot.” Y/N shone a smile back, gently squeezing Heeseung’s fingers to give him some sort of reassurance and finally let the shimmer of guilt he’s been able to catch in Heeseung’s gaze since they interacted in practice fade away. 

At least for a moment, until, with Jake’s arms around him running this sense of confidence beneath his skin, he decided to cut Heeseung’s sigh of relief in two to make his own remark. 

“I mean, I’m glad I could pass off my life flashing before my eyes as something a little less-than.” Laughter flourished throughout the circle as Heeseung fell back onto the floor, deflating and laying limp in defeat. Now that he knows who Y/N is, he knows that this is only the start of his torment.

“I’m so surprised that Jake was able to hold back from jumping you right then and there.” Sunghoon said at the end of his giggle, thinking back to Jake’s reaction when the whole incident happened. Now that their theories and speculations have been put to rest, Sunghoon found himself impressed that Jake did nothing less than a playful shove to the shoulder. 

“Me too, to be honest…” Jake chuckled to himself, tilting his head to catch Heeseung’s eyes from across the circle. He buried another giggle into Y/N’s shoulder as he saw Heeseung squirm from his place on the ground. “Nobody messes with my baby…” Jake’s words seeped into Y/N’s skin as he pressed his lips to Y/N’s neck, taking in the sharp sweetness of the cologne that laced all their early mornings and swallowed up all their late nights. It took all of him to not sink his teeth in, to take Y/N down and leave the clothes Y/N stole from him at the last minute as a faded memory off to the side.

Jake’s voice eased out so effortlessly, filling the room with this warmth that the other members of ENHYPEN have never experienced before. Yet, it was so deeply rooted in the flowers Y/N and Jake let bloom between each other, so ingrained into every single part of them and their love. His words were silken and delicate in a way that made Ni-ki edge up an eyebrow in awe and put a knowing smile onto Sunoo’s lips. It resembled this calmness and softness that was so rare in their interactions with Jake.

The Jake they’re seeing before them, he was the same yet so completely different, as if Y/N had the ability to shift the colours in his sky with one look or touch. The moment he fell into Jake’s embrace, Jake was rendered to nothing but the things that Y/N always stripped him down to. Scarlet cheeks and a bright smile.

The other members couldn’t help but feel pride in Jake’s happiness, and watch with a smile as Jake lit a fond shine in his eyes looking over Y/N. They’ve never had the opportunity to see Jake like this, a Jake who has fallen so deeply with no chances of recovering, a Jake who never wanted to be anywhere else but swept off his feet by the person in his arms. He was at peace, content, loved, and in love. To the other boys, it was one of the most mesmerizing things they’ve ever seen.

“I still can’t believe you were able to hide a secret like this for three months.” Sunghoon trailed off, amazed.

“I think it’s three months and five days as of today, right…?” Jake looked down, tightening his arms that hung from Y/N’s waist and letting out a radiant grin when Y/N let out a strained breath and a little squeak.

“I think so…” Y/N shifted in Jake’s embrace to take a look at his phone, looking at the time with a smile as he realized that it almost neared the exact minute they shared their first ‘I love you’s under the moonlight that fell around them, shattered under the weight of all their laughter, and was reduced to sparks the moment they caught them between their teeth. “Actually, it’s six days now - past midnight.”

“I think I’m just talented like that.” Jake sang with a smirk.

“When you want to be!” Heeseung whined as he finally snapped up from where he lay on the floor. “But not when I tell you something!” 

“Where’s the fun in keeping your secrets? They’re not even secrets, they’re basically worth sharing!” Jake retorted, sneering mockingly in the face of Heeseung’s pout.

“Anyway~” Ni-ki stretched himself up and out, standing up with an animated groan. “Heeseung’s ‘series of unfortunate events’ aside, I think you deserve a break from all of our noise.” Looking toward Y/N, they exchanged smiles before the rest began to stand up as well. “We’ll probably see you tomorrow, so we’ll torment you more then.”

“It was really nice meeting you, Y/N.” Heeseung smiled after releasing Ni-ki from a pointed glare and a playful snarl. “If Jake ever breaks your heart, I’ll kick his ass.”

“It was a pleasure to meet you guys.” Y/N turned to see Jake eying Heeseung suspiciously, only to settle down as Y/N reached up to squish his cheeks and melt his frown completely. “Also, that’s never gonna happen, but it’s nice to know you’re looking out for me.” Y/N and Heeseung shared a grin before he walked around them, leaving farewell rubs on their shoulders. 

“Do you wanna stay the night?” Sunoo said to Y/N as he stepped over the box of chicken still in front of Y/N and Jake, lying forlorn and forgotten in the middle of the group, only to lean down and pluck out a piece. He assumed with a cringe and a grimace that Y/N was going to find his way into Jake's bed one way or another, but he could tell that Y/N was still uncertain of how they felt about him. Sunoo wanted to make it clear that they wanted him to stay. “I’m sure there’s space for you.”

“Way ahead of you, Sunoo.” Jake whispered into Y/N’s neck before bidding Jungwon and Jay farewell with a nod before they passed by and slipped out the door with Heeseung and Ni-ki. “I got that covered.”

“Alright then, I guess we’re putting off the interrogation.” Sunghoon trailed off as he contemplated whether to follow Sunoo in stealing from their box of chicken. He considered it for a second with pursed lips before straightening back up with narrowed eyes, trying to play off getting caught by Y/N. “I’ll spare your chicken today, but next time don’t be so sure.” Assuming a tone of feigned haughtiness, Sunghoon tried his best not to crumble under the weight of Y/N’s suppressed laughter and Jake’s judging eyes. “You’re lucky I’m the nice one.”

“Yes I am, I certainly feel blessed…”

Y/N’s remark set Sunghoon’s laughter free as made his way around them, patting Y/N and Jake’s heads before making his way out.

The other members of ENHYPEN closed the door as they left Y/N and Jake in a silence that felt so odd to Y/N all of the sudden. He’s spent less than a night here, within these walls without needing to sneak back out by sunrise - Jake dropping him off at the bus stop far down the street and leaving him with a kiss for the road - and YN was already finding himself in the noise that ENHYPEN left to rattle throughout every room they stepped into. The silence was such a comfortable place for the both of them; a sweet breath of reprieve for Jake, and a place that Y/N was always familiar with - whether it be quiet talks under wavering studio lights or moonlit walks in content and satisfied quiet that was practically a second roof over their heads.

This type of chaos, though, didn't stress Y/N quite like he thought. He felt welcomed, the clangor and noise felt so suspiciously inviting. As if needing to keep up with their antics was always a part of his routine, in the gold and silvers that Jake sent coursing through his veins with every touch.

Taking a second to gather his breath, Jake turned around and tied their stares together. Eyes expectant, shining with a happiness that always lit fires under Y/N’s heart each time he was able to see it.

“So, what did you think…?” Jake paused for dramatic effect, as the smile that trickled through Y/N’s lips was more than enough of an answer for him. “Was that easier than you thought, or was that easier than you thought?” Chasing the light that ran down Y/N’s neck as he tried to hide his relieved smile in Jake’s shoulder, Jake took Y/N’s face in his hands, tying their grins together. “What did I say? I knew they would absolutely love you. I’ve never seen them so natural with someone new before.” 

Jake wasn’t surprised about how positively his members received Y/N, as he always knew how Y/N could ignite sparks in other people just as he did him. What he was surprised about, though, was how quickly ENHYPEN took to Y/N, how the flicker of joy that Y/N left in everyone he happened upon flourished into so much more in just a mere shift in their practice room’s light.

“You’re right…” Y/N shook his head in defeat, his wince at the realization of what he just said caught between their teeth as Jake pressed kisses all over Y/N’s face. He both loved and hated whenever Jake was right, it happened too often for comfort. “You’re always right…”

“Thank you for noticing, babe. A little late to the party, though.” With one last kiss on Y/N’s cheek, Jake finally let him go, trailing off with his words as he thought about what to do with the quiet that lay idling in their hands. “Speaking of ‘late’... I’m guessing that you’re not ready to go to bed just yet.” Jake smiled knowingly as he caught the shimmer of Y/N’s guilty grin.

“Honestly, it feels like the day just started.” Y/N rested his chin on his hand, thinking about how they were free from the shackles of their practice for only a few hours. It took over their entire day, from the moment they were awake enough to shrug off the flowers that bloomed on the dawn’s horizon, to when the night pooled in their chests and left them with nothing but tired sighs. “Do you want to, though-”

“Nope.” Heaving himself off the ground, Jake stretched a hand out for Y/N, one that he took almost instantly with an exaggerated groan. “I have an idea. Dance with me.” Jake was never one for clichés, parading on the end of a joke that’s been told countless times. But with all the feelings that being with Y/N has awakened in him, he’s caught himself chuckling at the universe’s satire one too many times.

“Dance!? We just did, for sixteen hours!” Y/N threw his arms up wildly, only for Jake to catch his hands with a bright laugh and hold them between their chests. “I don’t know if I can do another step to another anything…” He didn’t catch onto what Jake was doing until a hand slid down to his waist, pulling him close.

“Follow my lead then.” 

Jake tilted his head with a proud, cocky smile. Slow dancing in the dark was something he thought about a lot with Y/N - prancing around carelessly in the nearest field or forest or abandoned department-store parking lot and tripping on the starlight. It was a daydream he used to scoff at whenever he didn’t have someone to call his; however, he met that idea with nothing but a smile now - now that he had a hand in his, a waist that fit perfectly in his arms and a smile that felt like pieces falling into place whenever it collided with his.

For them, life always moved too fast to really take things slow. Sure, they could make things stop and revolve around their orbit for a little bit, but by the time they could take it all in, take each other in, Jake needed to slip out from under Y/N’s covers, or Y/N needed to follow the escape route Jake always planned for him whenever he snuck into his dorm. There was never a moment quite like now, when violets of the night had their time to bloom in the spaces between their smiles, they always needed to be doing something, thinking of ways to fill up the little time they had together each day - a perpetual countdown until they made each other’s heads spin at the studio and started it all over again.

Y/N instantly fell into Jake’s cravity, swaying with him, carving circles into the floorboards as their bodies took on the rhythm of their quiet. There was nothing but the strumming of their tangled heartstrings, and the breaths and sighs of relief that Jake would bury into Y/N’s neck whenever Y/N’s touch settled just right around his neck. They talked a lot, filled in the space with so many words, yet, this was a moment where they could just think, let the way they held each other speak for them.

“It’s so crazy to think about…” Jake weaved through their silence, resting his forehead on Y/N’s as he spoke - his words barely rising above the night that crept into every inch of the room and pulling their ambling and swaying in every direction.

“What is?” Y/N nudged Jake’s nose with his own, figuring out what he was probably getting at. The few moments of quiet they had together always managed to be just big enough for Jake to get sentimental. Y/N loved every single second of them - all of Jake’s precious, beautiful emotions.

“How this all started, how we started.”

“Yeah, I know…” Y/N hummed into Jake’s lips as he dove in for a kiss, and thought back to when their favourite patch of trees just began to flourish again. It was all so fleeting, as if every moment could be traced back to nothing buta  cool breeze beneath his fingers, yet every of those quickly passing seconds they spent together were held in all the moonlit shapes that Jake drew into his back on sleepless nights tangled up in his bedsheets. 

From exchanging stares and cocky, raised eyebrows across a haggard, run-down studio, to sharing room-temperature fried chicken and love-struck smiles in a larger, much cleaner practice room twice its size - all in the matter of a few months, barely a change in the season. It felt so unreal, like some sort of daydream led astray. Yet, as Y/N would look over to see Jake tying their hands together, pulling him closer, he realized that it all was, that everything he ever could’ve wanted was held in Jake’s beautiful, brilliant smile.

“It all happened so fast. Now look at us…”

“Slow dancing on some dusty ass floor like a couple-o’ queers in the retirement home.” Jake shook his head with a breathless chuckle as Y/N’s touch sent Jake into the clouds they couldn’t see. Y/N being here, in his arms, was a reminder that the stars were always so much closer than he ever thinks - right here, held with a shimmer in Y/N’s eyes. No matter how long Jake’s kept prisoner in these rooms, running dance music dry until he gets things just right; just knowing that Y/N’s around the corner to split his nights in two, to tear into the moonlight and leave its silver threads in pieces around them, it made things a little bit easier.

“There’s nobody I’d rather get old and wrinkly with, Jake…” Y/N rested his head on Jake’s shoulder, but was met with nothing but some sort of contemplative silence. Flinching back anxiously, Y/N looked up at Jake to see a vacant stare and a joyful smile plastered on his face. “What? I mean it. Sure, we’ve only just started, well, us… But I feel like I’ve known you my entire life…” It was true, despite how little time they had, nobody knew Y/N quite like Jake made sure to, nobody took all the shitty lighting they’ve been under and spun it into gold like Jake.

“What- no- of course I know you meant it.” Jake shuddered under the weight of Y/N’s pout before leaning in and kissing it away, as if it never made its way onto Y/N’s beautiful lips. “I was just letting it settle in, knowing that there’s nobody I’d rather build a life with either…”

All of Y/N’s words just soaked into his skin too slowly - he thought about all they’ve done already, and everything they can still do in their endless and limitless future, the empire they can build out of twisted bedsheets and sheer desperation… It all felt too good to be true. 

“I love you, Y/N…”

But it was true, and it was too good; it was standing right in front of him, suspended in his touch, arms wound around his neck; it was draped along his arms, drowning in his embrace. All of it was Y/N, Jake’s shooting star, and the stardust he left on Jake’s skin whenever he wasn’t there to ignite his veins on his own.

“I love you more...”

“That’s scientifically impossible, babe.”

Sighing into the air and catching Jake’s chuckle between their lips, Y/N thought about what it meant to have someone always there to love him more. He knew that when Jake was with him, the world that was always moving just a little too fast for him to catch up was just a little bit more manageable. The stars of his ambitions and dreams perched too high for him to reach seemed so much closer with Jake there to hold him steady by the waist.

Taking the universe they’ve forged step by step, inch by inch, in the tangled light of their shared smiles. They know that there are so many things they have yet to do, so many more skies to carve their initials into, so many more places they have yet to call theirs.

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Strawberries and Cigarettes - Chapter 1

An Enhypen Jungwon x GN Reader Au

TW //: Cursing, Mentions of Suicide, Depression, Blood, Cigarettes, Injuries

Genre : Angst

Word Count : 5575 Words

" Remember when you taught me fate

Said it'd all be worth the wait

Like that night in the back of the cab

When your fingers walked in my hand"

"Everybody pick up the pace!!" a shouting Jay yelled as he was attempting to awaken the individuals, right now summer came and following quite a while of relentless comebacks and performances , the boys had the option to persuade their company to give them an extended break they truly ached for and wanted for this second to come, a long get-away where they won't have to ponder being on the money, Jungwon infact proposed the possibility of a break and, surprisingly, however he's still somewhere down in sleep, he was very energized.

After a great deal of grumblings and yells in Enhypen's residence, they were set to at last take off to go to your country, a few individuals resting on the way and a few watching movies and series in the television.

Y/N POV

One more day, another having an anxiety attack in light of these school works, Y/N was still in secondary school, reading up hard constant for 2 days, in the wake of being forced by my parents to take progressed classes since I was "so smart" I can't resist the urge to suppose assuming this nightmare will at any point be finished, I watched through on my window to see the rain pouring in slowy, during circumstances such as this, I recall my grandfather, the times where we dranked coffee as we watch the rain hit the road, when we talked about our problems, and how we would argue about certain things but would quickly agree with the conclusion.

A tear got away from my eyes as I recalled those memories, I genuinely wish my granddad was still here with me, Then I recollected an expression he told me prior to taking his final gasp, "Y/N remember, everytime it downpours, drink strawberry milk or coffee and take a glimpse at the sky, I will drink with you and will continuously be paying attention to you , I love you."

Jungwon POV

Following a difficult hour flight, we at long last shown up in this delightful country, I can hardly stand by to do numerous exercises here.

As we gone through the hotel we're remaining at, we unloaded our sacks and had proactively coordinated every one of our things, we were preparing to swim until out of nowhere downpour tumbled from the sky, I can see my fellow members disheartened, well genuinely so am I, we again changed to our indoor garments to watch scary films.

During the film, Niki talked which astounded everybody, "Hyungs how about we play mario kart and the last spot player should purchase snacks and beverages for the champs" "Goodness come on Niki-yah, without a doubt you're recommending this since you're scared already", Jake said snickering "yet certain, i'm down for that".

As the individuals played mario kart, giggling and cheers occupied the room, it was a fun match despite the fact that clearly everyone was viewing it in a serious way, toward the end Jungwon lost and was given the errand to purchase snacks and beverages for the individuals, bringing an umbrella prior to going out, Jungwon made sure to have all that to keep him warm, safe, and safeguarded.

Y/N POV

Following an hour of doing my school works i'm pleased to say that i'm done as of now, I organized my things prior to going out to purchase whatever would top off my small scale ice chest, I petted my cat one final time before going out.

I emerged with next to no umbrella, I was simply wearing a coat, a hoodie to be precise, I came by my sibling's work environment, associate corporates, the biggest correspondence company in our country.

As I stroll inside the company, I asked the assistant where my sibling was, she let me know that he was on his office so I immediately gone to his office, as I strolled inside I welcomed him and requested consent on the off chance that I could go to the roof, ofcourse he agreed so i've gone there, taking a look at the city from such a high spot was exceptionally close to home for me, particularly on the grounds that the tune i'm playing is on mix and death bed came on, the developments, the structures, the organizations, and the mists above, they mirrored one another.

Preparing to leave, I bid my sibling goodbye prior to leaving his structure, removing my headphones, I paid attention to the sound of downpour, thunder, and traffic as I was outside. I again recollected everything that my granddad said to me so I immediately gone to a small scale store.

I got my #1 beverage, strawberry milk, then looking at the counter prior to sitting outside, as the downpour came more earnestly, I watched the rain drops tumble from the rooftop, then a loud vehicle blare astounded me, a guy was going across the road, he grabbed my eye, from his head to his heels he was flawless.

I was in a loss of words, I squeezed myself to ensure that I was awake well as a matter of fact I'm, I felt my cheeks heat up as I watch him go across the road and enter the smaller than expected store.

As I kept drinking my strawberry milk, a touch on the shoulder surprised me, a person in his middle age plunking down close to me, ofcourse I wouldn't mind helping him, he appears as though he simply required help sitting down.

As I partook in the sweet taste of strawberry milk alongside the sound and smell of the heavy storm, the man sitting close to me had a cigarette and a lighter in his grasp, "Could you be so kind to light my cigarette?" "sure" I said as I smoothly took the lighter from his hands when unexpectedly he stuck me into a divider, "try to yell or move and you'll wind up dying, you will do what I say or something bad might happen" , I hushed up, I didn't have the foggiest idea what to do, he held my hand and pulled me towards his vehicle, how was he going to treat me? what will befall me? am I going to be alright? , questions filled my mind as this present circumstance was extremely upsetting for me, shaking off my viewpoints I saw the man laying on the ground, blood gradually getting away from his head.

Jungwon POV

As I was going across the street, I couldn't resist the opportunity to see a doll outside the mini store, they looked drenched with downpour and I can't resist the urge to want to give them my coat, as I was gazing at them for some time a honk pulled me back into the real world.

Going inside the store, I took a great deal of chips and beverages manually, as I was on the counter paying for the things, I saw a drag attempting to contact the hooman I saw before, he was pulling him inside a dark van, in the wake of getting the things, I ran outside and kicked the man's head, the person i met awhile ago looked panicked.

Nobodys POV

"Are you alright?" asked Jungwon, y/n didn't reply, they couldn't say whether he was star strucked or panicked, as Jungwon pulled them near him, he held their hand prior to running until they reached the hotel where Enhypen were staying at, both were drenched with downpour however interestingly, they are protected.

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[oracle-of-dream]

Frame by Frame

Minors DNI

Summary: Your brother Jay invited his friend Sunghoon over to spend the night at the house. The three of you had mostly grown up together, so you knew him pretty well. Something's off with him... he keeps looking at you.

Warnings: Male Reader, Muscle Kink, Rough Sex, Brother's Best friend, Breeding, Spit play, Pet names (Baby), Soft Dom Sunghoon, Sunghoon has a big dick, Aftercare, Jaywon (briefly)

Wordcount: 3.5k

You woke up from a midday nap to the smell of food being cooked downstairs. The Sun was still shining into your window, but you could tell it was the afternoon by its dark orange color.

Climbing out of bed, you remembered your parents said they'd be out of town for the week. Probably because it was spring break for you, and they didn't want to be around when both their kids would be home again. They were way too happy to send you and your brother off to college...

You put on some sort of t-shirt before leaving your room to investigate the kitchen. There were two voices; one was Jay, your brother. The other was Sunghoon, his best friend since you were five years old. Sunghoon and Jay went everywhere together. To the movies, the gym, cafes, and even the same college too. It really felt like they were dating each other with how much Sunghoon was around, even if your parents treated him like another kid.

Stepping into the kitchen, you saw Sunghoon in a sleeveless red shirt with gray sweatpants. Jay was wearing something similar in green and black. They probably just came back from the gym. Jay had shouted something about it before you'd fallen asleep.

"It smells good. What's on the menu today, chef?" You smiled at your brother the way you did when you needed something from him.

"If you do the dishes after dinner, then it's a tomato bruschetta with salmon," Jay replied without looking up at you.

"What!? Why do I have to do the dishes?"

"You want to eat the food I'm working hard to make, then you have to contribute."

You rolled your eyes. "You hate the way I wash the dishes, you always say it's not done right and end up doing them anyway–and what about Sunghoon? He's eating too, so he has to do the dishes!"

Sunghoon was about to protest but Jay beat him to it. "Fine. Both of you start washing these dishes. If it's not clean by the time I'm done, then the dog is eating really well tonight."

Sunghoon didn't bother arguing. "I wash, you dry?" He asked while handing you a clean rag.

Your stomach was too empty to think of a good argument about why Sunghoon was the person who should do everything. "Fine," You snatched the rag from him and lifted yourself onto the counter to sit. For the next ten minutes, you dried the dishes as he handed them to you. Your mind wandered, thinking about how hungry you were. You looked over at Sunghoon washing the dishes, his huge biceps flexing as he worked over every dish. He'd been going to the gym as much as Jay, but he always had a better shape than him. His arms were incredible, his shoulders also pretty broad, and his side profile wasn't half bad either... He definitely wasn't the kid you'd grown up with anymore.

You were snapped out of your thoughts by Sunghoon's eyes looking over at you, catching you staring at him.

"Y/n, you alright?"

"Y–Yeah, just still a little drowsy..."

Jay finished making the food and started planting the table. "Did you really sleep all day, y/n?"

"How'd you guess?"

"Those are the same pajamas you've been wearing for the past two days..." He dryly replied.

"Well–What did you do today, Jay?"

"I cleaned the house, got groceries, picked up Sunghoon, and then we went to the gym. Then we came back here and I cooked for the entire house."

"Three people, but okay... that's supposed to be a break and you're working like a house husband!"

Jay picked up the plate sitting at your place at the table. "So, that's a no to the food?"

"Okay–Let's not get out of hand. You started it."

"That's what I thought," Jay set your plate down and returned to his seat. He waited for you and Sunghoon to finish the dishes and join him. Dinner was pancakes, eggs, bacon, sausages, with a bowl of fruit. Jay knew you loved breakfast for dinner, and it was all prepared and set to perfection.

You all eat together, not talking very much as you focus on the food. Sunghoon was wolfing the food down like usual, making a mess.

"Hey, you're going to get food on the floor!" You pushed him slightly, "I'm not cleaning the floor if you make a mess."

He replied with a mouth full of food, "Relax, Mom!" Sunghoon has egg on his face and crumbs on his shirt.

You pinched the egg off his face and tossed it to the dog to eat. But when you looked back at Sunghoon, he was staring at you.

"What? Were you gonna eat that?" You asked.

He shook his head, "No, it's nothing."

The air hung heavy between you. Sunghoon has been acting like that sometimes around you, creating some sort of tension between you. But you couldn't think of what you could've done to make him bothered by you. He was fine earlier...

Jay cut through the silence. "Well. Sunghoon, are you still staying the night?"

Sunghoon nodded. More invested in the food now, even though his plate was almost empty.

Jay turned to you, "Y/n, you doing anything tonight? We can all hang out if you want."

You shrugged. "I don't think I've got anything for me. So I'll be around."

The three of you continued dinner without much extra conversation. You went back to your room, Jay started washing the dishes from dinner, and Sunghoon stayed in the kitchen to talk to Jay.

You watched some TikToks in your room until you got a text from Sunghoon.

SH: Hey...

You sat up in bed so you could give it more attention. Why would he put the ... in there?

YN: What's up?

SH: I hope I didn't make you upset earlier. About the dishes. You were kinda giving me daggers, so I just wanted to make sure we're cool.

YN: Of course! I didn't mean to look upset, I was just thinking.

SH: What, about?

YN: Random stuff, I can't even really remember it now...

You knew you couldn't just say, "Oh I was thinking about how good you've been looking these days. Great gains, bro!" You needed to play it cool.

SH: Oh, okay. Can I get your thoughts on something?

Your heart raced, just for a moment.

YN: What is it?

SH: What do you think about this, hot or not? Jay says not.

You stared at the picture of Sunghoon in the gym's locker room. You tried not to laugh at his expression.

YN: I think you could work on your expression. Try smiling or something. Most guys just focus on showing their body rather than their face at the gym anyway.

There was a pause in the messages. Sunghoon didn't reply for a full five minutes...

SH: What about these?

YN: Sunghoon, why do you need me to tell you if you look good? You've always been the most handsome out of you, me, and Jay.

SH: Well, Jay won't even look at them. But it's good to know you think I'm good-looking.

You blushed and scoffed at your phone... You couldn't tell if he knew what he was doing to you. Your body was going crazy.

YN: Well, whatever. I think the photos are all fine.

SH: Last one.

You braced yourself for another sleeveless selfie, but what you got was way better.

You almost dropped your phone when you saw him shirtless. He was absolutely doing it on purpose. Making sure not to actually show you anything, just some collarbone.

SH: Thoughts?

YN: Yep, still looks good.

SH: Well, you can send me photos too. Let me rate you.

You caught a look of yourself in the reflection of your phone. You looked more than a little rough.

YN: Um, I don't really have photos...

SH: Then should we fix that? I can take some photos for you.

YN: Why do I need pictures?

SH: ...I dunno. It just felt fair, since I forced you to look at me. I should look at you too.

You thought about sending Sunghoon photos of yourself. What kind of photos would he even want?

YN: What kinda photos are we talking about?

SH: Anything, I'm just here to help. Just like you did for me.

You spent almost twenty minutes trying to find a photo that seemed decent enough to send. Changing your outfit, messing with your hair, cleaning your room a little bit. You settled on a candid photo of you reading a book in some loose-fitting clothes. Your shirt was almost falling off your shoulders, and your shorts barely peeked out to show you were wearing any. You sent it to Sunghoon and waited anxiously for his response.

SH: Looks good.

You frowned at his response. You really look all the time just to get that kind of response from him... You tossed your phone away from you and went to the living room to find Jay and Sunghoon. Both were sitting on the couch, using their phones. But as soon as you walked in, Sunghoon tucked his phone.

"I'm gonna hit the bathroom really quick." He said as he brushed past you.

Jay didn't acknowledge it, but you sure did. Sunghoon was acting weird again.

"Jay, have you noticed anything about Sunghoon lately?"

He shook his head. "Nope. Same old Sunghoon."

You scoffed at your brother. "Since when have you been so uncaring?"

"And since when did you care so much?" Jay raised an eyebrow as he looked up from his phone.

"Never!" You turned and stormed off from Jay. Clearly, he wasn't going to be helpful, so you needed to get to the bottom of things yourself. As soon as you got into the hallway of the bathroom, you could see the light was on, but the door was barely open. The bathroom door got messed up when Jay closed the door too hard, making it difficult to keep the door shut. A small push could open it. But Sunghoon didn't know that. You moved forward to pull it closed, but then heard Sunghoon breathing heavily.

You leaned closer to the door to listen.

"...Jeez. You're so beautiful. Y/n, holy fuck." Sunghoon softly moaned.

You moved to peek through the crack. Sunghoon was jerking himself to something on his phone, moaning your name. You didn't realize you were holding your breath watching him. His hand stroked quickly, his hair bounced lightly, and his mouth hung open with his eyes squeezed shut. His thick arms pulsed, and his veins popped. His legs shook and shifted in pleasure. You inched closer to get a better look at Sunghoon's phone, but accidentally touched the door which creaked slightly and scared Sunghoon.

"Y–Y/N! I–" Sunghoon scrambled to cover himself but he dropped his phone while doing it. His phone landed face up, showing what he was masturbating to; the photo of yourself you'd sent earlier...

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to walk here..." You said as you turned around and shut the door.

There was shuffling, and then the door opened. Sunghoon's face was wracked with guilt. "Y/n, I'm sorry. I..." His voice trailed off, not knowing what to say.

You turned to him. "Be honest."

He gulped before opening his mouth to answer. "I–I'm really into you, y/n. I've been like this for a while... And, I get it if you're not interested in me."

You stepped forward and kissed his cheek, leaving him dumbfounded. "Come to my room tonight. Wait till Jay's asleep." You walked off toward your room without waiting for his response. You couldn't look him in the face after what you'd seen. All you could think about was his dick and the expression he was making, replaying again and again in your mind. You stayed in your room for the rest of the night, and when Jay knocked on your door to check on you, you told Jay that you didn't want to hang out anymore.

Around midnight, the house had fallen asleep except for you. Your heart nearly jumped out of your chest when you heard a soft knock at the door.

"Y/n? It's me." Sunghoon whispered through the door.

You opened the door and let Sung Hoon in. You sat down on your bed, and he sat down on the far end of it, awkwardly looking at you in the low light of the moon that dripped in from your window.

"I've already seen it, so you can't be awkward with me now." You stated, trying to start the conversation.

"I know... I just didn't want you to find out like that. It's embarrassing." He scratched his head. "You just looked so good in that picture. The moment I saw it, it was hard. And then I saw you in person. I needed to deal with it."

You shifted a little closer to him. "Well, you were sending those pictures first. I was just following your lead."

"I wasn't trying to be sexy in the pictures..."

"Well, you're bad at not being sexy. And, why would you send that shirtless one if you weren't making a pass at me."

Sunghoon's ears went pink. "Well–Maybe I was fishing a little. But I didn't think you'd send anything back to me."

"So it's my fault?"

He turned to you. "No! I didn't mean it like that. I meant–" Sunghoon couldn't finish his sentence as he watched you unbutton your shirt.

"What? Aren't you going to get undressed?"

Sunghoon looked away from you. "Wait, what's actually happening right now?"

You shyly started putting your shirt back on. "I thought you came so we could... have sex. Or something. That was dumb, I'm sorry–"

Sunghoon knelt down in front of you and stopped your hands. "No, it's not dumb. I liked it. I was just thrown for a second. We can do that if you want. But I want to take it off you if you'll let me."

You let your hands rest, Sunghoon slowly stripped off your shirt, touching you gently, caressing your skin, and breathing in your scent deeply as he did. Once your shirt was off, he tossed his aside roughly, revealing his muscular torso to you. You automatically looked away, but he sweetly pulled your chin to face him.

"You can touch me, y/n." He spoke with softness in his voice and looked up at you with warm eyes.

You placed a hand on his shoulder. It was stiff and strong. You traced his muscles down his arm until your hands met his and locked into his fingers.

"We'll go however far you want, y/n. Whatever you want, I'm all yours." He kissed your hand.

"Can you call me baby?"

He chuckled. "Baby."

Your heart fluttered at his deep voice calling out to you.

"Baby, can I touch you?"

You nod.

Sunghoon uses his other hand to wrap around your waist and lift you off the bed, moving you so he'd sit on the bed and you on his lap. "Is this okay?" He slightly leaned in for a kiss, pausing for your consent.

You nod again. Leaning in to meet him.

Sunghoon's hands traced your chest before landing on your hips. Your hands traveled up his waist and stopped at his neck as the two of you made out. Every time you moaned Sunghoon would pull you closer to him, squeezing you slightly. You could feel him slowly grinding into you, his hips lurching upward for just a moment of sensation. You arch your back, laying your ass down to meet him, earning a groan from him.

"Keep doing that, baby." He moaned into the kiss.

You pulled away from the kiss. "We can keep moving forward."

Sunghoon lets you climb off of him. The both of you face away from one another as you toss aside your pants and underwear, leaving you both naked.

You felt a little too exposed. "Actually, can I have my shirt back?

Sunghoon handed it to you, and you took it without looking back at him. You slipped it on but left it unbuttoned and open. Slowly, you turned around to let him see you.

"You look amazing with it on. Good call." He complimented.

You blushed at his compliment and lay on the bed. "Are you coming?"

Sunghoon crawled onto the bed, positioning himself over you. "Are you prepared, or do you need me to do it?"

You covered your face. "Don't ask embarrassing questions. Just check if it's enough for you."

Sunghoon smiled. "Will you lick my fingers?"

You moved your hands just enough to show your mouth and let it open. He delicately placed his fingers on your tongue and let you work them over, tossing and turning them. You got them so wet that they were dripping as he took them out.

"Jesus, that's hot." Sunghoon put them in his mouth.

"Hoon–" He then slipped two fingers into you, making you cover your mouth so you didn't slip out any loud noises.

Sunghoon pushed and pulled softly, searching around and bending his fingers. When he found your spot, he felt you suddenly squeeze his fingers. "There it is. Now, I know where to aim."

You were starting to drool with all the foreplay. Or maybe it was an overexcited thing. Either way, Sunghoon noticed and licked your cheek, drinking your spit.

"We're going to start now. Anything you need to do?" He asked one more time for your consent.

"I've been waiting for you to get to it..." You muttered.

"Oh, baby, are you getting impatient?" He teased me.

You didn't answer and Sunghoon lined himself with your hole before slowly sliding his length inside you. You held the sheets of the bed, trying to control your noises as he filled you. He was so big, and every vein and twitch felt like an explosion inside of you. You struggled to stay still while you got used to him.

"You can do it, baby."

You moaned. "Seven inches is more than I've had before..."

"Did you count my inches with your hole? How lewd." Sunghoon chuckled. "And, we're not done yet."

Your mouth twitched a smile. "Just put it all in then."

Sunghoon put his hands on either side of your hips and pulled up into him, putting the last two inches into you.

"Nine!?" You almost screamed.

"Maybe it's 9.5, but who's counting? Now, stay quiet, or Jay will wake up." He leaned down to you, sliding his hand under your head. "Bite me if you need to."

You thought you didn't need to until you felt his hips move, and then your mouth instantly fixed itself to Sunghoon's collar. He groaned as he started moving slowly but picked up the pace when you moaned. Your thighs were raised, and your legs were around his waist, shaking as Sunghoon pulled you into him to meet his thrusts. You could feel Sunghoon's muscles moving and tensing as he controlled your body. He leaned back to see his work on you and caught you staring at his chest. His pecs were so big and bounced with every thrust.

"Oh? Does Baby like my chest? Wanna touch it?"

You nodded breathlessly.

Sunghoon leaned back down for you to touch them comfortably.

You squeeze them, pinching on his nipples. You were mesmerized by them.

"Since you like them so much, I'll keep them nice and big for you, okay?" Sunghood cool to you.

"O–Okay." You moaned as you held his pecs in your hands, kneading them roughly. The sensations were so intense you didn't even notice you'd already finished once, cum painting your stomach.

Sunghoon's thrusts got sloppier, losing their rhythm as his moans got shakier.

"I'm almost there, baby, hold on a little longer." He growled, hitting a few more times before his cum spilled into you. Which makes you cum again, painting yourself with more ropes of white. Sunghoon rode out his high, thrusting a few more times before pulling out. Cum spilling out of you, onto the bed.

Your body shook and convulsed every few seconds from the rush. You were a sticky mess, and Sunghoon took care of everything. He went into the bathroom and got you hot towels to clean you. And then he carried you to your bathroom so you could do your business. While you took care of yourself on the toilet, Sunghoon changed the sheets and waited for you to come out of the bathroom with new pajamas ready.

Sunghoon tucked you under the covers. "Goodnight, baby, I'll see you in the morning." He got under the covers with you to cuddle you.

You grabbed his arm. "You're not leaving? What about Jay?"

Sunghoon laughed. "He knows. I talked to him. He should be at Jungwon's house right now doing the same as us."

"Why would you tell him–Jungwon!? They're a thing!?"

"Since forever. And Jay's known for ages that I've liked you. After I talked to him about what happened, he chewed me out for being a pervert and jerking off in the house, but he gave me his blessing. So we don't need to worry about him~"

The two of you cuddled together for the night. You drifted to sleep to the sound of Sunghoon's heartbeat, plotting about your next morning...

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[lilacnini]

— IT'S OKAY, I'VE GOT YOU

₊˚⊹ notes ~ bf!jungwon x fem!reader ⋆⭒ warnings: kisses, reader having anxiety and stress, ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 word count: 200+꩜⋆ ˚｡⋆˚ genre: fluff, comfort | | LIBRARY FOR MORE...

THE ROOM IS QUIET, THE SOFT GLOW of the moon flooded through the window, casting shadows across the floor. You sit, hands trembling, the weight of the world pressing down on your shoulders. Anxiety runs through you as you felt tears running down your face. But then, Jungwon steps into the room.

"Hey," he says softly, his voice a soothing melody, "I'm here."

You manage a small smile, grateful for his presence. He approaches, his eyes filled with concern as he takes your shaking hands in his own, sitting in front of you in bed.

"You're shaking," he observes, his voice a gentle murmur.

You nod, unable to talk about the emotions swirling within you. But Jungwon understands without the need for words. Leaning in, he presses a soft kiss to your forehead.

"It's okay," he whispers against your skin, his breath warm against your cheek. "I've got you."You lean into his touch, finding comfort in his embrace.

"It's just... everything," you admit, your voice barely a whisper.

Jungwon nods in understanding, his fingers tracing soothing circles on the back of your hand. "I know," he murmurs, his voice a comforting presence. "But remember, I'm always here for you." With a tender smile, Jungwon leans in once more, his lips brushing against yours leading to more gentle kisses. Each touch is a reminder of his love.

And in that moment, you feel the warmth of his lips against yours. For with Jungwon holding your hands and pressing soft kisses to your trembling lips, you find not only comfort but also the strength.

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[niki-phoria]

EVEN IF MY EYES ARE BLIND, MY EYES LOOK FOR YOU

pairing: sunghoon x gn!reader (no pronouns used) genre: fluff word count: 365

notes: not proofread, title from enhypen - blind, reader is implied to be in uni, glasses hoon my beloved <33

“come to bed with me,” sunghoon grumbles beneath his breath. his arms snake around your waist from behind as he languidly leans his head against your shoulder. 

“ten more minutes hoon,” you say, acknowledging sunghoon’s presence with a quick glance in his direction. an exasperated sigh escapes you before you realize. dread sets in as you continue to stare at the half-finished essay on your computer screen. the white background of the page burns your eyes as you desperately wrack your mind for any ideas.

sunghoon leans in, peppering soft kisses against your neck and down your shoulder. despite yourself, his actions earn a soft chuckle beneath your breath. his hands slide up your back until they rest against your shoulders, slowly massaging the tension out of your muscles.

you let out a soft sigh at the feeling. sunghoon knows you too well. he picks up on your weak points and uses them to his advantage - much to your delight and annoyance. 

you haven’t made any more progress when he pulls away just enough to press a final kiss just beneath your ear. “your work will still be here tomorrow,” he whispers; his breath ghosts against your ear. the feeling sends shivers down your spine - another thing you’re sure sunghoon is aware of. “come on, let’s go get some rest.” 

you unconsciously nod in agreement, letting sunghoon guide you to your feet. he saves your work to your computer before finally turning the machine off. a yawn escapes you as his arm finds a home around your waist, leading you back towards your shared bedroom. 

“better?” he asks, smiling as you finally allow yourself to relax beneath the covers. you hum, shifting to lean your head against his chest. sunghoon glances down at you with flushed cheeks and a soft smile.

this time, the sigh that escapes you is one of content. sunghoon smiles softly as he reaches out to push a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “i love you, y/n,” he whispers. 

“love you,” you mumble in return before finally falling asleep to the sound of sunghoon’s heartbeat and the feeling of a kiss pressed against the crown of your head. 

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[mingyus-blackcard]

ੈ✩‧ Eyes up here ma’am(enha texts) ੈ✩‧

Genre :- smiling over enhypen’s fan taken photos

Pairing :- Enhypen x gender neutral reader

A/N:- This post is might be a little suggestive ! Feedback is much appreciated! Requests and questions are always open!

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[mintsvnoo]

CAN I BE YOURS?

PAIRING enha! ni-ki x gnreader

— in which both ni-ki and (name) have been friends since birth. one saturday night, (name) went over to have a sleepover at ni-ki's place where they end up finding ni-ki's mother old video camera memory card. and upon watching the ninth video, they both discover a cheesy love confession from ni-ki to (name)...

GENRE non-idol au, fluff, drabble

WARNING|S none

A. NOTE all writings and reactions from these idols are from MY imagination, it does not reflect their actions and reactions irl!

more under the cut !

“nishi, look at this shell! isnt it pretty? !”

“yeah! but i think you're even more pretty....” your friend, riki, said before handing you a small yet freshly picked out rose with seemingly absent thorns. “here, um, have it.. i already removed the thorns, so you wouldn't get pricked by any of them!” he said enthusiastically, not minding the small cuts on the palm of his fingers. saving you to catch the little reds seeping through the cuts and bits.

“gasp riki! your fingers, i think theres blood on it! are you okay?” quickly giving the rose that riki gave you to your mom who was alongside with his mother, giggling softly. while videoing the scene occuring in front of them. both of your mothers wanted you two to be the bestest of friends while growing up, but oh well, looks like destiny has other plans, with you both being two lovebirds already at such a young age! ehem, now grabbing the right hand of riki and swiftly swiping away the blood going out the cuts.

“im okay, those are just cuts! their nothing compared to a big boy like me! that's what momma said.” riki reassured you, earning a laughter that felt like sweet music to him and a smile which made his heart flutter like there we're butterflies flying both inside and outside of it. but riki did not know why he felt like this way, the way he would always be looking forward on waiting for you and seeing you before pre-school, the way he would always beg his mom and yours to let you both hang out, the way he would steal you away from your mother's grasp to instead get ahold of your warm and welcoming hands... and the way he wanted to just say-

“can i be yours?” silence. both mothers looked up from the camera to stare shockingly at riki, who was looking at you with those loved-filled eyes, waiting for your answer patiently. then to you, staring back at him with those confused-yet unfazed eyes, seemingly not knowing what he meant by that. looking back at your mother to eye-tell her what he meant.

as your mother whispered to your ear what he means, your eyes became a bit wide, once the meaning was out. before looking back at riki, who was still waiting patiently for an answer. “oh.. um, how about, when we are older?..” you rejected, in your well thought mind, dating was supposed to be for adults to worry about, and your not an adult, both of you are not yet adults! so it was only reasonable to say that ..right? well based on riki's reaction, simply smilling wider and giving you a thumbs up. “it's okay! i'll wait!”

quickly pausing the eight year old video that was saved on riki's mother memory card. “woah-ho-ho.. i did not remember that!” you said as you leaned back on your chair, avoiding riki's stare at you. few seconds passed by with an awkward silence before riki's simply chuckled, unpausing and replaying the video to the part where he gave you a rose. “not gonna lie, i forgot about this too..”

he said with that deep voice of his that was far from his younger and more gentle voice that was playing on the video. “can i be yours?” .... “oh.. um, maybe when we are older— riki adruptly paused that part, almost like slamming down the pause button. before rising and turning to you. “so... now that we're older, let me repeat this, um... can i be yours?”

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[wonjns]

uncanny i. ∯

🖇️° pairing. . . lee heeseung x male reader

🖇️° genre. . . smut (w plot)

🖇️° summary. . . heeseung may not have been able to move on when his girlfriend dumped him, but he sure finds satisfaction when he takes particular notice of her twin brother.

🖇️° includes. . . bottom!reader, horny bisexual hee !!!, minor size kink, finger sucking, blowjob, dacryphilia, dry humping, orgasm prolonging, unprotected sex ( dont irl !! )

🖇️° WC. . . 6.2k 

° AN. . . literally my longest work yet, and quite literally the most random ass plot that came up in a random dream i had in a car ride!??!! except in my dream it was just full fledged cheating & while some fic plots are spicier that way i didn’t wanna romanticize cheating on ur partner bc thats icky LMAO. NOT PROOFREAD!! hopefully i can find time to come back and do so 😭 

. . . .% Part 2 ♡ % . . . .

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you and your sister were extremely alike in nearly every way possible.

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being fraternal twins, you the younger by only mere minutes, the two of you obviously weren’t identical - although most acquaintances and family friends would disagree. everything from your hair, eyes, physique, personalities, and even mannerisms... there was definitely no denying you were two of a kind.

naturally, being so alike allowed you two to kindle a pretty close relationship.

you both got along surprisingly well for a brother and sister, unable to remember the last time that you fought - quite the rare occurrence even for twins. even when you realized you weren’t straight, your sister was the first one to help you during the coming out process to your family, which was something you’d value forever.

your relationship was simply healthy and effortless, and you never hid things from one another. whether it was friends, food, fresh gossip, and sometimes even clothes; you shared everything.

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well, almost everything.

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the one thing your sister had that you didn’t, was her boyfriend, lee heeseung. and you’d be lying to say you weren’t a tad bit jealous.

heeseung was tall, tan, polite, kind, and had the most luscious, always-perfectly-styled hair. his jawline was sharper than a butchers knife, and his hands were big yet so, so soft. his legs were long and he had a prominent adam’s apple that moved in such a seductive manner when he would laugh or talk. god, he was the most beautiful man you had ever seen.

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ok, you were more than a tad bit jealous.

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and that jealousy would only sky rocket to unbelievable lengths when you would hear the two of them fooling around in your sisters room, whose was just across the hall from yours. you weren’t exactly eavesdropping since your rooms were so close - you just couldn’t help but listen in as they would make out passionately, hearing a mantra of heeseung’s name being sung in between a sea of moans and giggles.

you fought every urge to touch yourself during those moments out of respect for your sibling, but Lord have mercy how badly did you want to be her in those moments.

feeling her boyfriend’s pillowy lips endlessly explore and tease your body; completely under his control. you would constantly have to snap yourself out of your delusions, putting your earbuds in and blaring the loudest song you could find in your library to drown out the never ending sounds of pleasure in the next room.

despite your raging crush on heeseung, you were over the moon with joy that your sister had someone like him watching over her and even taking care of your family from time to time.

they’d been together for around a year, and he would always bring over snacks and gifts to the house when he would visit. on days that he didn’t bring anything, he would cook dinner or simply take all of you out and pay without a second thought. your parents absolutely adored him. heeseung also always made it a point to be sweet to you, almost making it seem like he was dating you just as much as he was your twin. it wasn’t the best for your weak heart, but he would get you gifts, invite you to tag along on trips with them, help you with your homework, etc... he was beyond dreamy, he was just perfect.

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however it seemed your sister started to think differently as time went on.

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unaware of your blooming feelings for heeseung, she eventually started whining to you about his annoying tendencies, which in your opinion weren’t even that bothersome. just a few pet peeves here and there, differences in life goals after college, and other things of that nature. but according to your sister, it was mostly his apparent possessiveness that started to turn her off.

possessiveness?

no way. not heeseung.

at least not in the toxic way, right?

perhaps your sister was speaking some truth, or maybe she was just dramatic. either way, you knew you were biased towards heeseung regardless due to your irrational feelings; and the saddest part is that you were so whipped that you were okay with it.

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and then it happened - they broke up.

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ironically, it seemed to destroy your world more than it did your sister’s.

although it wasn’t an ugly breakup and they ended things on pretty good terms, you felt distraught. way too distraught for someone who wasn’t even a part of the relationship. at one point, you even resulted in begging your sister to get back together with him, playing it off as seeing heeseung as ‘a good older brother figure’.

truthfully, you just felt sick at the thought of not seeing him anymore. an entire year’s worth of the beautiful boy who graced your family with his presence would suddenly just disappear.

or so... that’s how a regular break up would work.

you started to grow a little confused when heeseung didn’t stop coming around.

it was sort of as if the breakup hadn’t even happened. you definitely saw him less, but there were still many days you would catch him freely roaming around your house and hanging out with your sister.

she claimed that they were still close, as they decided it would be best for them to just go back to being good friends. the rest of your family still held heeseung sized pockets in their hearts, so everyone was more than okay with him still being present in daily life.

you had no idea how they managed to return to normalcy after a year of not dating, but it really was like he remained big part of the family.

in reality, you were starting to see some of the possessiveness you were told about through his odd persistence. heeseung was obviously more in love with your sister than she was with him, and although it was a sad fact, he refused to move on. he had gotten used to this life, and wasn’t planning on switching things up anytime soon. he couldn’t let her go, and you could tell from the way he would still sneak adoring glances her way when she wasn’t looking. the metaphorical hearts never left his big, gorgeous brown pupils.

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it’s crazy how even after their separation, you still found yourself jealous. 

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for so long you’ve wished that those glances would be sent your way. in the midst of wanting all of the older male’s fondness to yourself so badly, you started to imagine that your very own being was his object of admiration.

but it seems you were much better at imagining than you thought, because then it started.... actually happening?

you thought you were seeing things, but one night when heeseung and a few of your other friends were all over for dinner, you looked up from your plate to attempt sneaking yet another look at heeseung. you were obsessed with how his strong adams apple bobbed up and down while he drank - yet your attempt to discreetly cop a stare ended in you immediately locking eyes with him. you darted your gaze elsewhere in order to play it off, but you saw from your peripherals that he maintained his stare on you.

you lightly coughed, praying that your blush of embarrassment from getting caught wasn’t too obvious... although you were sure he had been looking at you first. when you built up enough bravery to look in his direction again, you were met with the view of him eating his noodles as if nothing happened at all. you were puzzled, but convinced yourself that you were making something out of nothing.

you were wrong - it was very much something.

over the next few weeks you would constantly catch heeseung’s heavy stare on you, and he even started looking smug the more your glances would catch each other’s. he’d consistently offer you the same god-forsaken smirk whenever you’d fail to disguise your flustered state each time.

one afternoon, you were in your room sitting criss-crossed on your bed, typing away an assignment on your laptop. as usual, your door was open, and you suddenly felt a presence step up to the doorway. when you looked up, your stomach tightened at the sight.

heeseung and your sister were also gym buddies, and had just gotten home from another one of their workouts. they were heading to relax in the living room, but during the small journey heeseung stopped at your door in all of his sweaty, toned glory. 

his wet hair stuck to his forehead and his glistening biceps were exposed thanks to his tank top. you were drinking in his whole body, from his muscular calves to his chest peeking through the tight fit shirt. it felt like manual labor to drag your eyes back up from his grey basketball shorts, where his naturally large bulge practically sat in full display. he just stood there, staring you down with yet another smile while your mouth was damn near watering.

“w-what? do i have something on my face?” you finally said aloud in a joking tone.

“nah.” was all he said before chuckling lightly and walking off. 

you were weirded out, but couldn’t take your eyes off the muscular back that his sweaty shirt clung to.

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these strange encounters had somehow become part of the daily routine, and it was driving you crazy. you never understood why or how heeseung managed to leave you a hot and bothered blushing mess with such minimal effort.

now, a couple days after the awkward post-gym moment, you were perched up on your kitchen counter. your parents had left to go on a business trip that they claimed would last a couple days, and they asked heeseung to play babysitter. although you and your sister were capable young adults, you did both have admittedly clumsy tendencies - nearly burning the house down on several occasions due to being home alone together.

after lounging around all day in nothing but a huge hoodie and your boxers, you realized it was getting dark and you hadn’t had any food at all. your sister would’ve taken initiative to cook something before she left for her night classes, but she seemed really stress about an exam she had that evening. even more inconveniently, you didn’t have the slightest clue where heeseung was in the house - what an amazing babysitter he was. you decided to take matters into your own hands and make yourself the only thing you knew how,,, waffles.

you had managed to whip up a pretty good batch, but discovered that someone had finished off the last bottle of syrup. so, you were forced to climb up the counters in order to reach the new bottle that your genius father had to keep at the tippity-top of your cabinets.

just as your hand was about to grab the bottle, you heard chuckling erupt from behind you. you whipped your head around, seeing heeseung for the first time all day.

he was standing at the other side of the counter with an amused smile on his face. it looked like he was lounging around for most of the day too, his hair slightly disheveled (but somehow still perfect). the tight fit sweater he wore was also tad wrinkled, but hugged his broad chest all too well.

“well look at you, little lemur. you really do remind me of your sister, you know? she does that same climbing shit.” the older male chuckled at your position. “one of you are gonna get hurt one day.”

“well i wouldn’t really have to worry about that if my caretaker would do what he was here for. i’m starving.” you huffed, sitting your butt on the counter and crossing your arms playfully.

heeseung calmed his laughing fit and prodded his tongue on the inside of his cheek when he noticed your short boxers peaking from underneath your hoodie. he was silent as he walked up to you, his confident sauntering causing a wave of nervousness to rise in your bones.

when he finally came face to face with you, he reached a hand up to the cabinet above your head. he didn’t drop his intense eye contact with you or the smirk plastered on his painfully handsome face. he easily grabbed the syrup bottle, lowering it to pop the cap off and place it in your hands.

“you could’ve just asked me for help. it must be a twin thing to be stubborn.” he spoke almost in a whisper, not backing away from you despite finishing his task.

you slowly took the bottle from him, and placed a hand on his chest to push him away out of fear that he’d see your reddening face. but your efforts were futile as heeseung didn’t budge an inch, his pearly whites only revealing themselves more as he grinned. you scoffed a little bit and tried to push again with more force this time, but your smile instantly dropped when he enveloped your hand in both of his, forcing you to maintain your touch on him.

“and now you wanna fight? so you’re both spunky, too.” he quipped, but this time the tone in his voice almost mimicked a sense of wonder as he studied your face.

“....you’re dumb. anyways,, thanks for the syrup...” you try to dismiss, attempting to hop off the counter.

you barely get to move an inch, though, before heeseung released your hand and grabbed both sides of your waist, pushing you farther back on the granite countertop. the sudden movement caused you to jolt, squeezing the opened syrup bottle in shock. you whined seeing the sticky sweetness oozing around your hand. your eyes shot back up to your sister’s ex, your eyebrows furrowed in more confusion than annoyance.

“tsk, tsk, tsk, your parents were right, you really are a clumsy boy... so messy.” he commented, gently but firmly grabbing the wrist of your syrup covered hand.

your body felt a warmness surging through it from his touch alone, but you tried to keep your cool as his eyes intensely examined you. however, nothing could have prepared you for the unstoppable heat that surged through you when he sucked a couple of your fingers into his mouth.

you gasped, sitting there in utter shock. you felt paralyzed and speechless, unable to look away as heeseung’s mouth cleaned your digits of the sugary substance one by one. the feeling of his tongue swirling and prodding against the pads of your fingers was enough to make your cock twitch in your underwear.

your lips were parted in a silent breath as you tried to process what exactly was happening. just before you could snap back to reality and call his name in disbelief, he hummed around your fingers before releasing them from his warm mouth.

“i see the way you look at me,” heeseung murmured in a low octave, drawing closer to your face. “it’s how she did when she still loved me.”

you felt a lump in your throat, knowing he was referring to your sister. you could only offer breathless babbles while your mind began hazing over from your close proximity. you could already smell his addicting cologne invading your atmosphere.

“wha....what? hyung... i don’t know what you’re talking about but-“

“those eyes. those beautiful fucking eyes... they’re the same. i just wanted to make sure.” he continued.

you still felt immobilized as he softly nudged your nose with his, butterflies erupting in your stomach. he brought one of his large hands up to cup your jaw. his thumb lightly rubbed back and forth on your cheek, and you had to fight the urge to let your eyes droop closed and lean into his touch.

“your skin,, just as soft as hers... no, softer.”

you could only sit there nervously while he stared you down in a drawn out silence that had you squirming under his attention. he was making all these insane comparisons between you and your twin, but you were too enthralled that his attention was finally on you to care. this felt like one of your dreams- but you knew for sure this wasn’t a dream state when you felt your cock harden at the sight of heeseung’s eyes rolling back to the sound of you whimpering.

“you even sound the same... prettier... oh god, you really are just like your sister.” heeseung all but moaned, not wasting another second before smashing your lips together.

you couldn’t believe the feeling that overcame you. 

you groaned into his mouth from the unexpected turn of events, causing him to kiss into you harder. the force of the kiss caused your head to bump into the cabinet, eliciting another whimper from you. this was something you’d been fantasizing over for a year, and the only thing that kept you from passing out in that moment was your need for him, not wanting to miss a second of it.

his plush lips worked into yours with an intensity that made you tighten your thighs around his waist, an action that only solidified his bulge. he hummed into your cavern, his grip on your face tightening as he licked his way into your mouth. the sensation of tasting the syrup he cleaned with his eager tongue was almost too much to bear, causing your hands to land on his wide shoulders.

heeseung couldn’t seem to stop releasing sounds at every little action you took. the way your body reacted to him perfectly mirrored how your sister’s did in the past, and it was turning him into a mad man. he was getting aroused, and fast. you tried to break away from the kiss for air, but he swiftly grabbed behind your head and forced your lips back together in a millisecond, drawing another long whine from you.

he groaned at how you clung even tighter to his shoulders, his tongue deliciously exploring your mouth and memorizing its grooves. you’re pink muscles ran over each other as he licked stripes along your teeth, your thighs involuntary pulling heeseung closer to you.

you felt heeseung begin suckling on your tongue when he felt your erection press up against his torso. his mouth happily swallowed your deep moans from the pleasure his abs provided your member even through the layers of fabric. his hands lied steadfast on your hips and encouraged you to grind against him - you complying a little too quickly, chasing that pleasure by messily bucking your hips forwards.

heeseung probably felt you going lightheaded, since he finally allowed you to break the kiss when you felt like your insides were burning. 

you panted heavily, dropping your head low as you refilled your exhausted lungs. heeseung’s hands quietly moved underneath your large hoodie, running over the soft expanse of your bare torso. he massaged your waist and lower back as he studied you with hooded eyes, becoming even more horny at the sight of you recovering from your attempts to keep up with him.

you looked back up at him with an expression of disbelief mixed with pleading for more, your glistening and swollen lips looking even more kissable than before. you still couldn’t process everything that was happening, but your body was aching for him too much to think.

“h-hyung,” you stutter repeatedly as your eyes fell shut, only being able to focus on his relentless hands caressing you.

they felt like large clouds gliding across you, soothing your hot skin. his continued touch felt comforting, but also teasing. it was like he was drawing you in, daring you to want more. your eyes were glossed over, mind running ramped with all of the things you wanted from him in that moment now that you were sure this was all real.

“yes, y/n?” he spoke with an innocent tone as he looked down on you.

you couldn’t find the words. you opted to only grind into him more with a desperate hope he would get the message. his hands may have been gentle on your body, but they were only working you up more. 

the tall male chuckled before dipping down to peck your lips a couple more times and grip two handfuls of your ass. you moaned at the sudden strength, moving as he urged you against his covered core. your mouth fell open at the friction of your stone hard bulges running along each other and his solid chest pressing tightly against your own. you immediately wished all the layers of clothes weren’t in the way.

“hee, please.... please” you moaned mindlessly as you continued chasing the sensation.

“please what, baby?” he cooed, watching you cling and rub against him like a needy puppy.

he almost lost his mind out of his own rising need, but he wanted to be fully present and in control of this moment. he wanted to catch every second of his ex’s twin brother fulfill the desire he still craved so badly.

before you could answer him, his hands continued to snake up underneath your hoodie and grip the nape of your neck, holding you still as he recaptured your whiny mouth. he was drunk on the way your smaller figure fit perfectly in his hands. the sound your pairs of lips made together during their tango was intoxicating. you swore you were floating among all the stimulation you felt. it was no wonder your sister couldn’t control herself whenever he was around - this man was addicting.

you actually did start to feel a bit of guilt once your mind shifted to your sister and what she would think if she saw the two of you like this. but it definitely wasn’t cheating, right? she broke up with him. although it technically wasn’t wrong, and certainly did feel all too right, your conscious felt heavy.

however, your body once again betrayed your mind’s attempt at rationalizing; you were just too lost in heeseung’s touch. 

the deal was sealed when the tall brunette started nipping at your bottom lip during your make out, forcing every other thought that didn’t have to do with his lips fleeing your head at super sonic speeds. there was no where in the world you wanted to be more than in between his teeth.

heeseung traveled to start sucking and licking on the sensitive skin of your neck, the building desire inside of you finally giving you the strength to form a proper sentence. 

“more, more, please heeseung.... ‘need you...” 

heeseung smirked into the crook under your jaw, having heard what he wanted. he littered the column of your throat in a few more kisses while grinding his hard-on teasingly against your hip bone, causing your hands to tangle in his perfect locks. before fully standing up again, he scooted you backwards until your head rested against the top cabinet once more. heeseung was so content with himself so far, admiring how good you looked with your already fucked out expression from just a bit of his foreplay.

he slowly reached forward, lifting up the oversized hem of your hoodie and pulling on the bands of your boxers. you both looked down to witness the small wet patch of precum that had left a stain.

“such a needy boy... you’re my needy boy now, aren’t you?” he asked while grinning almost sinisterly at you.

you only whimpered and nodded, doing anything to earn relief for your now throbbing length. heeseung’s golden boy demeanor had changed in just a few short minutes, and you couldn’t fathom how hot it was.

he then shimmied your boxers down until they hung loosely around your dangling ankles. he then sunk to his knees, eye level with your exposed member. you squirmed again under his intense gaze, feeling vulnerable. he looked up at you with those bambi eyes, giving you a reassuring smile as if he could read your mind, and started kissing up the inside of your thighs.

“don’t be nervous, little one. you look so fucking good.” he mumbled between kisses, sucking the thin skin of your thighs between his teeth the higher he got.

you labored your heavy breathing, silently pleading for him to just touch you already, but he seemed so content covering every area except where you needed him most. each of his kisses were sending static through your sensitive skin, and the sight alone of him leaving marks on you was enough to make you moan while continuing to rub your hands through his hair. but you still needed more.

heeseung then teased the underside of your shaft with short licks, causing you to babble gibberish pleas out loud. but no matter how hard you pathetically tugged on his hair, he was determined to go at his own pace. his kitten licks felt like they lasted an eternity while he massaged both of your bare thighs. but once he was content with your whines he finally gave you one strong lap from your sensitive testicles to the head of your cock, taking all of it in his mouth with ease. 

your eyes screwed shut when you felt his skillful tongue massage your length while he sucked slowly and passionately. you physically couldn’t stop his name from flowing out of your mouth upon feeling all the pleasure. 

heeseung only worked you for a minute before he released a deep moan from how your fingers kneaded his scalp. the vibration caused you to twitch, and heeseung had somehow managed to read your mind again - and he wasn’t going to let this moment end so soon. 

he released your cock from his plump lips, much to your disdain. 

“hyung, please. please. i was so close, i was so so close.” you pant, pulling at his forearms when he returned to his feet.

the older male couldn’t stop himself from smiling sweetly at your shameless begs, his own neglected cock tight in his shorts. 

“i know, angel, i know. but my pretty boy didn’t want to finish in my mouth so soon, right?” he cooed while stroking your marked thighs. 

but you did, you really did. you wanted to feel his warm cavern around your begging cock forever. his baby talk also didn’t help your growing frustration of having the man of your dreams tamper with your sensitive state.

your hands wrapped around his neck to pull him into another kiss, but he jerked his head backwards before your lips could touch. he loved watching your furrowed brows of frustration - it reminded him so much of your sister it was insane, but he was starting to think about how much cuter it looked on you.

you tugged on him again like a toddler with their mother at a toy store.

“hee, look, I just-” 

and then you both heard it, the front door opening. 

your sister was home from class. you felt your face go pale, and heeseung felt all his blood rush south. if his erection wasn’t already as hard as humanely possible before, it definitely was now. his widening grin only scared you more, and you almost shrieked when he effortlessly scooped your bare bottom off the counter, hauling you to your bedroom. 

you clung to him tightly, too petrified to even utter a questioning peep to him as you heard your sister’s keys jingle while making her way through the house. 

once you reached your room, he slammed you against your door. 

“oh my god, what are you do-” 

and suddenly you’re down three unfinished sentences, heeseung’s pillowy lips molding with yours. this kiss wasn’t quite like the others, as its passion caused your air suspended toes to curl. you could feel your eyes cross and your legs squeeze around his waist as he kissed your breath away, one of his hands reaching up to hold your neck in firmly place. he ground his hips into yours, a mewl threatening to escape. 

you didn’t dare let out a sound, though, especially after hearing your older sister’s footsteps quickly approach your door. she rapidly knocked on the wood that your back was pressed firmly against, you being able to feel the worry through the vibrations.

“y/n?! are you alright? what was that banging I just heard?” she called in a panicked tone. 

heeseung released your lips, gawking at your attempt to come back to your senses. his hooded gaze on you was intense, and you knew he was ordering you to answer her. your blood rushed through your veins in adrenaline, and you were so aroused you weren’t sure if you could even speak. but you had to.

“y-yeah!” you stuttered, pacing your breathing. “i’m good, just tripped trying to rearrange in here.” 

you pray she can’t hear your panting from the other side as it increases with nervousness, and with the way heeseung was smirking at you. he tightens his grip on you as he leans in and licks a slow trail from your collarbone to your earlobe, causing your jaw to hang open and press your hips forward.

“oh, ok?” she replies skeptically. it then goes silent. 

you and heeseung scan each others eyes, and you wanted to beg him to stop, but you couldn’t bring yourself to. you didn’t know how much longer you could last, but the whole situation had the fire in your stomach only growing hotter.

heeseung took the initiative and enveloped your mouth once again, grinding into your bare hips torturously slow in order to not rattle the door. it took so much strength to stay quiet that you swore you were losing your sanity. you started to care less and less about getting caught as heeseung sucked on your bottom lip before his tongue started tracing shapes into the roof of your mouth. you almost allowed a groan to escape your throat before you heard your sister speak up from outside again. 

“wait?? where’s heeseung at? i saw his car in the driveway.” 

you panicked, your heart sinking to your gut. you looked at heeseung questioningly, pleading for an excuse. he simply rose his eyebrows at you with no solution, diving back in to nibble at your earlobe. you couldn’t believe he was leaving you to deal with this. 

“uh-... i don’t know?” you called back, rummaging your brain for details. “i think he walked over to the neighbors to ask if we could borrow... um,, syrup.” 

heeseung smirked into your skin, nearly chuckling aloud. he adjusted his hold on you and in seconds you were zipping through the air again, being hauled back-first onto your bed. 

“the neighbors??” she replied, sounding in disbelief. “but these waffles out here look fine... can I have some if you’re not gonna eat them?”

“sure, go ahead.” you mumbled as heeseung triumphantly nipped at your collarbone, your breathless tone almost giving you away. 

you relaxed as you heard her finally shuffle away from your door. you released a deep sigh and your hands frantically helped strip heeseung of his shirt. your breath hitched at the sight of his perfect body - all of his time at the gym were clearly paying off. your hands immediately ran over his warm abs and solid chest, nearly drooling at the smoothness under your touch.

this only made heeseung smirk with pride. after letting you have your fun, he caught your hand and started littering kisses from your wrist, up your forearm, and past your biceps. you felt his tongue drag across your limb ever so lightly, and it made your head spin.

heeseung, hovering over you, had just started sucking harshly on the crook of your neck before your sister’s shrieking voice rung again, causing you both to jump. 

“AND Y/N!!!!! how many times do i have to tell you to STOP leaving your underwear laying around the house?!!”

you gasped, forgetting how you were stripped and whisked away before being able to clean up anything. 

you offered a weak apology, trying your best not to mewl as heeseung licked slowly over the red marks forming on your body. 

“oh baby, if only she knew you won’t be needing those any time soon.” heeseung whispered devilishly in your ear, causing heat to rise to both your face and manhood. 

after waiting for the coast to finally be clear, heeseung made sure both of your clothes were removed, except your hoodie, which he simply bunched up around your chest. you didn’t know it, but it was exactly how your twin looked when he claimed her for the first time - and seeing the same thing done to you made his member twitch uncontrollably.  

heeseung could’ve prepped you, but the both of you were so desperate after all of the build up he knew neither of you could handle it anymore. now, he just wanted to make an utter mess of you. 

he grabbed a gentle hold of your member, stroking as he aligned his hard-on to your bottom. 

“is my baby boy, ready?” he questioned, in which you could only eagerly nod. 

he began pushing himself into you, and the stretch had proven to you that he was so much larger than you even expected. you bit on to your knuckles to prevent from crying out, knowing that your sister would 100% hear you from the kitchen. 

heeseung watched you contently as he continued to push into you, absolutely reveling in your contorted face. while you were fully focused on taking him, he could see you holding back tears and cries, and he didn’t like it. he needed to hear the same angelic noises that he had pulled out of you earlier, he was high on them.

he bottomed out in you, and froze, allowing you to adjust. your arms wrapped around him and pressed your bodies together as if your life depended on it. when you signaled for him to move, he remained still, drawing another soft “please” from you. 

instead, he craned his neck down slightly and bunched your hoodie up higher, pressing his tongue flat on one of your nipples. 

you let out a gasp, much too loud, at the electricity you felt. once heeseung started sucking your hardened bud, you swore you could climax from that alone. you pathetically bucked your hips, tears starting to brim at your eyes as heeseung switched back and forth between your extremely sensative buds. he lapped at your nipples like they were candy, and you were absolutely begging for him to start thrusting into you. you wanted to feel all of him so bad, and swore you were going to evaporate if you didn’t come soon.

heeseung looked up at your tear strained face, and felt like he was in heaven.

“ah, there’s my weeping angel.” he cooed, dragging his tongue up your cheeks to catch your salty tears. 

he groaned, kissing you on your nose gently before he finally gave you what you wanted. with a strong roll of his pelvis, you felt a wave of pleasure and pain take over you. you were sent into the stars as heeseung progressively picked up speed, and you could feel your legs quaking. the taller male pressed his body harder into you, cradling your head in both of his hands while his thrusts continued. he was obsessed with how your adorable face looked amidst the overwhelming pleasure, and he swore you were the most precious thing he’d ever seen. 

the way your walls clenched around his large cock made him moan, also too loudly, but you two were much too far gone in each other to care.

“you’re doing so good for me, prince. oh my god, you’re so pretty.” 

you chocked back sobs, running your hands up and down his defined back. 

“s-so, big,” was all you could mutter, yet still it made heeseung’s heart burst with even more confidence.

he saw your attempt to keep speaking, and gently hushed you with kisses to your lips. he savored the taste of you, your entire essence running wild through his senses. you two lived in the euphoric moment for a short while longer, before you moaned at the overwhelming feeling of your cock brushing against heeseung’s abs.

“i’m-.. heeseung, i’m gonna...” you gasped just above a whisper, your hold on him tightening. 

“let it go, baby. come for me,, right now.” he spoke, trapping your lips completely in his. 

you moaned into each other’s mouths, you spilling your love liquids along his torso while he emptied into you. he ran his fingers along your hair, massaging into your scalp while you both rode you highs. 

after finishing, heeseung collapsed next to you, keeping a hand attentively behind your neck. you lied there for a minute, completely on cloud 9, before you looked over to see heeseung watching you with a fond smile. his bare chest, slightly covered in your arousal, rose and fell theatrically with his breaths - and if you weren’t so spent, the sight would’ve worked you up all over again. 

you rolled over to your side and held your arms out to him, and he didn’t miss a beat to pull you in closer to his embrace. you sat there and exchanged affectionate stares through your mutually beautiful eyes, and you couldn’t help but giggle. 

“hyung, i’ve wanted this for a really long time.” you murmur timidly, softly stroking his bicep with your smaller hands.

heeseung’s signature grin grew on his face once more. 

“i had no idea how bad i wanted it... but now that i have you, don’t expect me to ever let go.”

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[nobodyeverasked]

candyman; lee heeseung

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summary ➣ Heeseung has never been prouder to witness his boyfriend, Y/N’s, first ever serious acting role. However, he doesn’t find out what that role was exactly, until he forces the rest of ENHYPEN to watch Y/N’s movie with him.

genre ➣ fluff

requested - 👍

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Heeseung sat in the living area of ENHYPEN’s dorm rooms, eagerly awaiting for all his members after ripping them all away from their states of half-sleep to join him on the couch. His boyfriend, Y/N, was an actor rising rapidly in popularity, and he was set to star in a new murder-mystery movie that garnered so much attention and media coverage that Twitter was already brimming with theories and hype before Y/N could even tell Heeseung. Heeseung couldn’t be prouder of his boyfriend’s success, and as soon as he managed to drag a release date and time out of Y/N, Heeseung spent weeks emptying up his schedule so he could watch the movie the moment it releases, and binge as much interview content from Y/N’s movie premiere as he could bear to keep his eyes open for.

Y/N was getting ready for the premier earlier that day, just before the sun slipped away behind the skyline, left its fiery kiss in the sky for moments before the violets of the night sky bleed through and bloomed in its place. Heeseung was straightening out the collar of Y/N’s suit, begging him to wear the cologne that hung like diamonds around their first kiss, and finding himself unable to stop himself from hanging from Y/N’s lips as Y/N tried to make his way out the door - he was almost late (and mildly concussed) because of how many times Heeseung couldn’t hold it in him and press Y/N against the door frame.

Heeseung chuckled into the empty room as he reminisced about how Y/N straightening out ties and clasping suit-jacket buttons for a movie premiere was only a distant, barely attainable fantasy; one that Heeseung would sing into his skin was just a few skips away as he’s being Y/N into his lap and stroke his hair back to get a better look a those brilliant, shimmering eyes - eyes that would be the death of him if Y/N’s presence didn’t remind him of how hard his heart beat for him. Y/N was driving out to auditions scattered everywhere in town, sometimes even having Heeseung beg some of his favourite managers to give Y/N a ride to an audition or two. He was that indie movie sensation whose talent was wrapped up in boxes of cliches and below-average budgets.

Now Y/N was dipping into the waters of a life he never thought would actually become a possibility, despite how badly he wanted to have a career like this, and despite how Heeseung would always text him and chant to him his worthiness and receive his midnight calls of how doubtful he was of driving down such a clustered, yet directionless road of acting. Here Y/N was, trending on on every social media platform Heeseung hasn’t deleted out of sheer necessity yet, framing headlines of articles with shots of him from his recent movies - pictures that Heeseung would shove in Y/N’s face and scream at how hot he looked in all of them. Heeseung couldn’t be prouder…

Which is why, with absolutely no remorse whatsoever at two in the morning, Heeseung called frantically for all the rest of ENHYPEN to meet him in the living room to watch Y/N’s movie the moment it releases on streaming platforms. They finally began to file in after what felt like, too Heeseung, ages of waiting; they trailed each other, lethargic, whining, weighed down by the prospect of even less sleep. Sunghoon sat down next to him, practically deflating into the seat - it looked as if he was looking through everything, his head in a daze - Jungwon sat on the arm, Ni-ki swung himself over the back of the seat to steal a spot from Jay, and the rest sat on the floor.

“Heeseung, it’s so late…” Jake rubbed at his eyes as me managed to make room between Heeseung and Sunghoon to snag a makeshift spot on the couch, Sunoo looked up at him enviously from his reluctant spot on the floor, leaned up against the space between Sunghoon’s legs as they spayed out carelessly. “The thing you want to show us better be important or I will riot-”

“Relax,” Heeseung scrambled for the remote to turn the television on, but Jungwon defiantly swiped it away. “Hey!”

“Not until you tell us why we’re here. Your message to the group chat was ominous as fuck.” Jungwon lifted an eyebrow before narrowing his eyes in growing suspicion as Heeseung helplessly fumbled for his words. Everyone else began to shift their gazes toward him as well, some of them too tired to maintain any alertness or intensity, and some of them too tired to even know where they were.

Heeseung was able to keep his relationship with Y/N, and Y/N himself, a secret from the other members for a total of ten hours before they were caught making out in a practice room that Heeseung ‘swore’ was never ever used for as long as he was a trainee. After an hour or so of shocked shouting, screaming about being ‘scarred for life’, exclamations of how Heeseung could’ve gotten a dude that hot, and interrogation-level icebreaker questions, Y/N was integrated into the group’s dynamic pretty seamlessly. Now, Heeseung would catch Y/N and Jay’s conversations about pessimistic philosophy and what ‘pants’ is plural for, Y/N letting Sunoo and Ni-ki win at Mario Kart - despite the ways he mercilessly beat Heeseung whenever he got the chance… Heeseung supposed that it was a pretty clever excuse to get Heeseung on top of him after he’d tackle Y/N out of sheer fury and pin Y/N by his wrists to the floor, and Heeseung, for a fact, didn’t mind it one bit as he’d kiss Y/N until the loop of the credits music would send their heads into a tailspin.

However, now that Y/N became such a natural part of Heeseung’s life, an undercurrent in his heartbeat, the flush in his skin he’ll never want to let fade for the world, Heeseung would now become a victim to all the teasing and prodding that ENHYPEN could muster. He now has a target on his back, curving on his spine where Y/N would draw little shapes with the moonlight under their fingertips - sitting like a fish in a barrel and simply waiting for anything and everything.

Now that Y/N was filed into evidence, Heeseung hasn’t seen the light of day.

“Hello, earth to Heeseung!” Jungwon waved the remote control to get Heeseung's attention back on him. “You still haven’t told us why we’re on the couch in front of a TV in the middle of the night.”

“Okay fine-”

“Is it because of Y/N’s movie?” Jay slouched back into the seat and took in Heeseung’s shocked expression with a tired smile. “What? It’s not that big of a secret since hype for Y/N’s been circulating literally all over the internet.”

“Way to ruin the surprise!” Heeseung looked around frantically at the rest of their members, their knowing looks and little merging smirks as they finally realised why they were called here so late in the night. With a deflated sigh and snatching the remote control back from Jungwon to turn on the television, Heeseung folded his arms with a pout and shrugged off a condescending pat to the shoulder from Sunghoon. “I wanted to do some climactic reveal, but I guess not…”

“Dude, I think you’re the only one who forgets how famous Y/N is. He’s all over the internet, and we’ve already been avoiding spoilers for the movie.” Sunghoon leaned back into the couch and took the remote from Heeseung who still sat frozen and frowning, switching over to the streaming platform they bought exclusively to watch Y/N’s movies at their leisure - none of the other shows on there interested them. 

Heeseung nodded along to Sunghoon, as he’s been avoiding the internet altogether to make sure that every detail about Y/N’s movie, including who Y/N was playing and when the movie would release - even what the movie was about - came from Y/N himself. However, despite all his efforts to get this information, he’s been left with emptier hands than he thought. Y/N let nothing slip, not even names of characters or settings, or the slightest note of what was supposed to happen - Y/N kept the tightest grip on all of it.

Heeseung was so caught up in supporting Y/N getting into yet another movie that he barely noticed how Y/N was doing his absolute best to hide everything until it was too late. Who Y/N was playing? For how long he’d be in the movie? Whether he was going to be a lone survivor or the first victim killed off in the first ten minutes? All of that was as much a mystery to Heeseung as it was to all the rest of ENHYPEN as they lingered on the selection screen, their controller’s cursor hovering over the thumbnail image of Y/N’s movie - Heeseung bit his lip and buried a hum under his tongue as he saw how beautiful Y/N looked in that coral light, whether it was a flashlight or even from a horrific fire, he didn’t care; Y/N looked gorgeous. He always did when the orange flush of the sunset spilled against Y/N’s skin, making him shimmer in a way that was almost supernatural.

 On walks down the beach with their shoes dangling in their free hands as Heeseung kissed one of Y/N’s, free days sleeping half the day away until the sun set on them, evenings drinking out on glass balconies when they really weren’t supposed to until the coolers they bit back made Heeseung want to do nothing but pull Y/N in and kiss him until they would grow dizzy on something other than the alcohol - that colour followed them in all their most beautiful, cherished moments.

“So, do you know anything? Any insider tea from one of the starring actors? One who may or may not be your boyfriend?” Jake looked over to Heeseung, narrowing his eyes as if that could do anything to bring the answer out of Heeseung any faster.

“No…” Heeseung curled in on himself as everyone’s irritated sighs whipped up around the room, sneering at everyone with a scrunch of his nose in an attempt to feebly defend himself from everyone’s scrutiny. “He left me in the dark too! I’m on your side!”

“There’s no way Y/N didn’t tell you at least something…” Ni-ki eyed Heeseung. “You know a lot more than you’re letting on.”

Heeseung groaned and leaned his head back. He wished he did know more than he was letting on, if that was the case, then at least he could feel triumphant over his members in some way - leave them guessing, have this panicked suspicion and frantic fear lingering over them like the way Sunghoon’s massive collections of perfumes did when he had that phase of constantly needing to smell like something ‘different’ and ‘quirky’. He couldn’t do anything, though, he couldn’t dangle anything over their heads as he rested back on the couch, with more pride than he knew what to do with.

Peeling answers from Y/N’s lips and tongue was absolutely impossible, no matter how long he left his kisses to linger in the way he knew Y/N loved best. Despite all the shirtless back hugs Heeseung gave Y/N in the morning, pressing into Y/N and kissing his neck until they almost fall into their plates of eggs, Y/N shook his head indifferently and explained nothing about the role he was playing, a role that gossip blogs called a ‘mould-breaking, career-defining role’. Even the lapdances Heeseung would give Y/N in the pale spotlights of empty practice rooms couldn’t get Heeseung a hint; none of the tricks that always left Y/N flushed, hanging from Heeseung’s lips, flipping them over whenever Heeseung thought that he had Y/N under his hands, and kissing him harder worked in the slightest.

“You know what? It might be better if we don’t know anything. Knowing how everything happens would spoil all the suspense, duh.”

“Ah yes, because you totally don’t know anything…” Ni-ki raised an eyebrow, taking so much pleasure in the frustration on Heeseung’s face - it was palpable to a point Ni-ki could see it with nothing but the television’s light.

“I don’t! Let’s just watch the movie!” Heeseung finally selected Y/N’s movie and sat back on the couch, a smile slowly pulling at his lips  as he set the remote down and pulled the pillow on his lap closer to him. Nothing could replace the way Y/N’s waist fit perfectly in his arms, though, and if he focused hard enough on how happy he was to see Y/N on his screen, then the pillow still smelled faintly like him from when they spent all night down in the living room throwing their sleep schedules away, Y/N’s cologne drowning Heeseung in a way that made him never want to breach the surface ever again.

“I still can’t believe we’re watching Y/N’s movie at three in the morning-”

Jay was cut off by a collective ‘shush’-ing from the rest of ENHYPEN, Heeseung leaning over to smack him with the pillow.

“I’m just saying, you’re a new breed of whipped-”

Jay was cut off yet again with a chorus of ‘shush’-es as the movie finally moved on from the smattering of studio logos, yet he wasn’t able to see the first scene as Heeseung threw his pillow straight at Jay’s face. “I’ll be as whipped as I want to be.”

“Watch him be the killer-”

Jay missed the second scene as an entire couch cushion was ripped off its base and hurled right toward him.

*

The movie came to a close, the credits slid off the screen, all the sound drowned out of the room and only the faint morsels of silence were left, the colour seemed to seep from the walls and whatever was at the end of ENHYPEN’s fingertips, and the moon suddenly felt as if it was shorting out, acting upon a broken twilight fuse. It was as if the room was frozen, along with everyone inside it as they stared at the idling television screen with mouths wrenched agape, petrified, horrified, nearly awe-stricken, they found themselves contorted and still mid-shock at what happened on the screen only a half-hour before.

“I was not ready. Not. Ready.” Heeseung felt words leak emptily from him as he hugged his pillow closer, struggling to feel any sense of ease from the fading smell of Y/N’s cologne that clung to it. Everyone just nodded, barely able to move their tensed muscles, their features twisted in fear - they really weren’t prepared for the latter end of that film. The mould was indeed broken, and as soon as ENHYPEN were secure in thinking that the film’s script was piecing it back together, it was thrown away yet again, scattered in shattered moonlight.

Just like Jay half-heartedly said, Y/N was dramatically revealed as the twist-villain; the loveable nerd turned deranged psychopath who, throughout the whole movie, was manipulating evidence, information and alibis in order to quietly shift suspicious and increase tensions before blowing over and devolving into a tactless, mania-induced killing-spree of most of the cast. 

There was a scene where Y/N delivered a frenzied, deranged speech in the middle of a flaming corn maze at the climax of the movie. It was intense, passionate, frightening, haunting, and filled with such a poetic tragedy that made his inevitable death both satisfying and necessary yet sad. It left all of HYPHEN yelping, screeching, gasping until they had no air left in the room or space left to flood with their tangled mess.

Heeseung felt himself gravitating to the way Y/N helf the fire’s light in his eyes, or the way his voice always seemed to curve upwards as if smiling on its own. A twisted, manic smile, but a smile nonetheless. He felt himself both incredibly scared, and incredibly turned on by the end; and no, Heeseung didn’t necessarily want to assess the moral standpoint of that. The outfits they always put Y/N in made him looks so casual yet calculating: polo-shirt collars with faint flecks of blood, baggy jeans that still somehow did Y/N’s butt justice and dirty white sneakers that always show that Y/N’s been somewhere, yet everybody is too paranoid about characters other than him to look down and catch the faint traces of where Y/N scrubbed away dirt from the forest he hid the last body in.

All Heeseung knew was that in some arbitrary fashion, he was falling in love with Y/N all over again - that mischievous glint in Y/N’s eyes, the same one he’d shine for Heeseung whenever he’d smirk over him; the grace of his presence and the conviction he carried in every step he took - all the things that sent Heeseung reeling the first time they crossed paths and made half-assed plans to meet in deserted coffee shops on the edges of the city.

Heeseung didn’t realize how odd his blooming smile toward the screen, toward that thumbnail image of Y/N with amber firelight spilled all over him - an image that took on a new, horrifying and gruesome meaning now that they’ve finished watching it - was until Sunghoon finally thawed out of his petrified state and smacked Heeseung on the shoulder with a disgusted frown.

“How are you smiling right now?” Sunghoon stole a glance at one of the larger images that overtook the screen now, a short and silent clip of Y/N on repeat. He did admit that he looked handsome, and he knew how head-over-heels Heeseung always gets for Y/N, but this was a borderline traumatic event that just occurred and Sunghoon could barely contain his confusion with his senses all rattled. “Y/N just killed almost everyone… Like… He didn’t just kill them, he like viciously-”

“I know, thank you for that lovely description, Sunghoon.” It was always like this now whenever Y/N left, whether it was for a cute and wholesome young-adult rom-com, filmings of that now-acclaimed BL drama Y/N received so much love for, or a slasher film that left Heeseung curling in on himself. At times like this when Y/N’s movies and shows were over, Heeseung never missed Y/N more, never wanted to feeling Y/N next to him, under him, on top of him - whatever way Heeseung could get Y/N close to him the quickest. He wanted to pull Y/N close until their stars collided yet again, kiss everywhere he could and just tell Y/N how proud he was of him. “Yes, Y/N killed everyone, and what about it? I can’t help it if the killer has a face like that!”

Heeseung let his chin rest on his propped-up palm and stared out to see Y/N’s beautiful, blood-splattered face underlit by those raging amber flames of the withering cornfields around him. 

“He’s my murderous psychopath and nobody else’s.”

“You’re insane…” Jake said, finally taking a breath after holding it all in and feeling it dissipate the moment he found out that Y/N was behind every shifting cog and drop of spilled blood in that movie. “I can’t believe we sat through two hours of that just for Y/N to be the villain. I thought he was gonna be the hero or something - they sure as hell did a good job convincing us!” Jake remembered how benevolent and smart Y/N seemed to look in the first half-hour of the movie, all of ENHYPEN were rooting for him. But something seemed off as they made it further into the movie, and that little itch of suspicion was satisfied in the worst way as Y/N was revealed as the one with twisted motives and an even more twisted mind. 

“How could they do that to us!?” Jungwon knew everything was over the moment Y/N crushed his glasses beneath blood-stained sneakers, the dismemberment of his kind facade. He almost wanted to anticipate something, until he realized that the thing he would be anticipating for was ruthless, bloody murder.

“All I know is that I’m utterly in love right now.” Heeseung understood the peculiarity in everything he was saying, and as he smiled wistfully at the television, he could feel the weight of everyone’s annoyed glares on him. Y/N ended up being the murderer, sure; however, Heeseung couldn’t help but find the poetry in Y/N every single time he was shown on screen. Every single second he lingered on screen, even in the corner of the frame as other characters were talking, Y/N was so captivating, held even on his edges qualities of himself that Heeseung fell for the first time and continues to fall for with each time Y/N comes striding into his thoughts.

“Did we watch the same movie…?” Jay looked over with furrowed brows.

“You need serious help… Like seriously, Heeseung.” Sunoo rolled his eyes as he looked back to still see that dumb, lovestruck sweetness laced into Heeseung’s features, even when they were carved out by nothing but the faint light of the television screen. “You HAD to know about this! Did you set us up knowing that your innocent little boyfriend was gonna be some deranged killer!?”

“NO! How dare you! I told you already, he wouldn’t tell me anything.” Heeseung snapped up and out of his trance, a furious pout on his face that he knew the rest of ENHYPEN would never take seriously. “And I tried very hard-”

“Heeseung!” Sunghoon piped up; everyone was slowly freeing themselves from their petrified states. He scrambled to shield the younger members closest to him, clumsily clasping his hands over Sunoo’s eyes. Sunoo brought Sunghoon’s hands down with a frown, flapping his hands petulantly in the air. “There are children present!”

“They don’t know what that means.”

Heeseung shooed Sunghoon’s concerns with a dismissive wave and an eye-roll, and now all he could think about was how hard he actually tired, and how badly he needed Y/N in his arms. He wanted Y/N to come through that door in his suit jacket and collar and tie that made him look so irresistible gorgeous, shove everyone out of the room and ‘try’ even harder on the couch that’s been their sanctuary more than once - naps between Heeseung’s schedules, cuddle sessions after long, rough nights, or meeting with a kiss on the couch cushions before heading out to make the most of the fringes of the evening sunset.

Heeseung was brought out of his trance once more, however, as he heard Ni-ki begin to speak, glance up toward the ceiling coyly, and press a finger to his chin in this mockingly inquisitive way. “I think I have an idea-”

“Anyway!” Jay shut Ni-ki up real quick before he could get any ideas. He turned back to Heeseung, who was still fidgeting with the pillow in his arms and taking in the dregs of Y/N’s smell - a warm, comforting, intoxicatingly fresh smell; as if the sunset’s haze that got them high every time they made it to their secluded batch of hills at the unseen heart of town was somehow embodied by a man that’d teach Heeseung was true love was supposed to be. “Are you actually gonna watch all his interviews, Heeseung?”

How can Heeseung do all this blissful reminiscing after just witnessing Y/N gruesomely kill a majority of the main cast and watching him come to his own poetic, yet grim death? His unwavering, steadfast love for Y/N worked in mysterious ways, and he knew to just roll with every wave Y/N brought in to caress beneath his surface. “What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t?”

“Fair point.” Jay stood up, and the rest of ENHYPEN began to make their ways off the couch as well, some surprisingly still reeling after seeing Y/N in a whole new light, and others just wanting to go back to bed as they were both incredibly tired from Heeseung forcing them awake, and impressed enough - as well as like Y/N enough - that they’ll tell Y/N all about how great he did in the morning when they catch him in Heeseung’s bed yet again. “I’m guessing he’s coming here after the premiere, so let him know that we really enjoyed the movie.”

“I’ll send your compliments to my murderous psychopath of a boyfriend.” Heeseung waved giddily to his members as they began to file out of the room, some wanting to stay up to say ‘hi’ to Y/N but getting steered back to their room by Sunghoon who assumed his sleep-laden daze. 

Y/N was supposed to be back any minute now, and Heeseung was going to watch a couple of Y/N’s interviews - watch him shining in the camera light and glow of his well-deserved praise - to pass the time before he could have the real Y/N, the holdable and kissable Y/N, back in his arms and stripped of the outfit he helped but on Y/N in the first place. 

“Good night…”

Jay scoffed and retorted. “It’s actually the morning, Heeseung. You brought us here at three in the fucking-a-m.”

“Oh just shut up and go to bed.”

*

Y/N opened the door to ENHYPEN’s dorm cautiously and silently, using the spare key that the secretary at the front desk keeps for him just in case of late nights like these. Usually Y/N is by Heeseung’s side nearly all the time, but not weeks like these where Y/N’s schedule is almost as filled to the brim as Heeseung’s during his own promotions, Heeseung always sneaks a spare key downstairs and gives it to the front desk just in case Heeseung isn’t there to let Y/N in seconds before he knocks and smothers him in affections right then and there.

At this point, it was probably close to six in the morning, and Y/N’s driver just dropped him off at a half-way point between the red carpet where his interviews took place and ENHYPEN’s dorm room. Y/N took the long way around some buildings and met a couple of ENHYPEN’s security guards in order to bring him to where he was now; and because of not just that, but also the six hours of one of the best and most momentous nights of his life, Y/N just wanted to kick off his platform oxfords that Heeseung remarked once - in a totally-not-creepy way, made Y/N’s ankles look hot - and curl up into the nearest corner to go to sleep.

Halfway through slipping off his shoes and making his way further into the dorm, he cocked his head and puckered his lips in confusion as a faint voice began to rise above the late night’s haze, and the light of ENHYPEN’s television maintained this dim, flickering bloom in the general direction  of the living room. The voice sounded a lot like his, and because he just played a role in a horror slasher movie and believed in irony, began to walk slowly and carefully toward the ominously familiar noise.

Turning the corner of the doorway, Y/N’s stiff expression and the breath held in him in anticipation as he neared the television’s light all melted away, loosed and untangled and unwound around whatever unease could’ve piled up in him as he found Heeseung sound asleep on the couch, wrapped up in one of Y/N’s hoodies and the pair of joggers they basically co-own at this point - Y/N’s putting a down payment on them soon. Y/N couldn’t help but let a fond smile flourish on his face and instantly made his way closer, glancing over to the television screen to see a video of one of Y/N’s interviews being recapped by a pop-culture and media channel on Youtube. The television remote was just out of Heeseung’s reach on the ground, and the volume was low yet still loud enough for Heeseung to indulge in Y/N’s voice, the voice he misses so much no matter how long they’re apart, until Y/N’s back in his arms.

Heeseung looked so beautiful, so peaceful, as he was only taking up half of the couch in his curled-up form, bunching hismelf up in Y/N’s hoodie. Y/N almost didn’t want to wake him up, but he knew that if he did anything but announce his presence to someone who’s been waiting for him all night, he’d probably need to prepare for a boss-level fight with him in the morning. So, Y/N tried to figure out the gentlest way to stir Heeseung out of his sleep, yet stills staying true to all the ways he’s woken up Heeseung before - in thirty-minute nap sessions in the practice room, Heeseung spooning Y/N in the car on the way to music shows, early mornings where they both needed to be out of the dorms before sunrise.

“Hey, Seungie…” Y/N let his hand wander across Heeseung’s edges, the parts of him that the moonlight danced gracefully across and the little curves that no light could quite properly catch. He took Heeseung’s hand in his own, and the moment he leaned into kiss Heeseung’s fingertips, they began to curl around his own in a reflex that always managed to shock him. 

“Y/N…” Heeseung murmured in his half sleep, navigating whoever woke him up simply by touch, the way skin ran under him, the way such a familiar warmth wound around him like a sunset’s embrace of light.

“Wow, I think that’s a new record. You’ve never woken up this quickly…”

“Well I was waiting for you, so of course sleeping wasn’t really on the menu tonight.” Heeseung began to sit up, and at the same time, immediately grabbed Y/N by the shirt collar and pulled him as close as he could, meeting Y/N’s smile halfway in a messy kiss that tasted like the ours long after midnight - a brief sweetness, a cool breath of honey that made Heeseung’s lips part like the clouds at daybreak for Y/N’s tongue to ease between. He peeled Y/N’s suit jacket off his shoulders, and even in his half-conscious daze, snapped open a couple of Y/N’s buttons; he stopped at the third and just took Y/N into a long, warm hug. 

This must be what it feels like whenever Heeseung leaves him here with nothing but a wardrobe of clothes that smell like him and free reign over ENHYPEN’s leftovers whenever he’s out on his own schedules. That longing, filling Y/N into any spare gaps he can and clinging onto any sense of Y/N that wasn’t right there in front of him. Heeseung might as well start paying Y/N back now for all those days he left him until diving into his arms at the last minute, and today - only taking Y/N in the smallest, most inhumanely sparse doses through the television, was more than a decent way to start.

“I missed you so much, Y/N… Like seriously, I have no idea how I’m supposed to do those for all the A-list movie roles you’re gonna get after this one…” Heeseung’s voice felt shattered, barely along the lines of a snarky whisper as Heeseung let his hands plunge beneath the hemline of Y/N’s shirt, and felt Y/N’s hands doing the exact same thing, taking hold of his waist as if his clothes weren’t even there.

“The same thing I do whenever you release a song and show the world your immeasurable talent.” Y/N didn’t know how Heeseung, sleep-paden and eyes lidded in a drowsy daze, could still manage to unhook Y/N’s belt and leave it on the floor in seconds in the faintly lit living room, but then again there are simply things that Heeseung has down to a science at this point - a second nature.

Closing the door and finding empty practice rooms obviously aren’t part of those sciences, but apparently memorising every inch of Y/N’s skin, seamlessly loosening Y/N’s clothes so he can let his hands wander as far as he knows Y/N wants him to, and always finding a way to hold Y/N as if he were the only light in the sky were.

With a breath that Heeseung immediately stole away between his lips as he brought Y/N in to kiss him once more, Y/N sung his words into Heeseung’s mouth. Heeseung kept Y/N exactly where he was with a hand tied up in his hair and another slipping through the belt holes of his suit pants. “I love you when you’re here, and I love you when you’re gone. Then, when you get home I pretty much have an excuse to keep you all to myself - so you leaving has its perks sometimes.” Y/N raised a coy eyebrow, only to have the shine of his smirk cut short with another kiss from Heeseung.

“You probably say that to all your murder victims~” 

Heeseung hummed out as Y/N shifted the weight of his hips against Heeseung’s, his hands rising to hold Heeseung down by his shoulders and get a better view of the way Heeseung shone in his half-sleeping glow. His eyes shimmered with the evening sunset still held in them, a faint flush on his cheeks staining his skin as if they were always caught in that moment before their worlds always collide - Y/N always managing to find his way on top, holding Heeseung down as if Heeseung hadn’t just let him win whatever tussle they initiated, smiles plastered on their lips that always end up getting blurred and lost to the night whenever Heeseung gets to close. 

Time always stopped at the perfect moments, when each of them looked too magnetic for them to conceive, and all they wanted to do was to have more and more of each other until they were burnt out stars huddling for warmth on the living room couch, being woken up either gently by Sunghoon, or by a rough scoff by Jay and Jungwon taking a few pictures to blackmail Heeseung later.

“You got me there, but they’re dead so I guess they can’t testify to that.” Y/N chuckled, feeling Heeseung’s fingers delicately trace his waistline. “Wait, you watched the movie, didn’t it release at like two in the morning? I mean I gathered that from the-”

“What do you mean ‘the’ movie!? YES! I watched YOUR MOVIE, bitch! I would be the shittiest boyfriend on the planet if I watched it a minute later.” If Y/N wasn’t still holding him down - and if Heeseung didn’t love the feeling of being held down so much - Heeseung would’ve surged up, grabbed Y/N by his face and shook him violently for assuming so poorly of him. Y/N shot him a sheepish look with a pout, and began to move his hands off Heeseung, Heeseung caught Y/N’s wrists, though, and kept him where he was. “Don’t give me that look, you always stream my songs the moment they release and stay up until like four streaming them. You’re my biggest supporter, so of course I’m yours.”

“I know-”

“I’ve done this for all your movies, and I’ll keep doing them for all your movies if I get to have your four-a-m kisses.” Even in their weird interlocking position on the couch, Heeseung - with a firm grip still on Y/N’s wrists - brought Y/N’s arms around him so Y/N could rest his face right in the curve of Heeseung’s neck. He felt Y/N’s quickening breath slowly die down to a peaceful rhythm, and suddenly realised how exhausted Y/N must be - Heeseung wasn’t done flirting yet, though, so Y/N will have to stay conscious for a little bit longer. “So, I’m guessing this is where you kill me?”

Y/N thought about one of his favourite scenes - and in a few hours when they and the rest of ENHYPEN are conscious enough to gush about Y/N’s movie, Y/N will find out that it’s their favourite too - that almost everyone on set that day was so impressed by. That scene in the middle of the flaming cornfield where he killed almost half of the lead cast before meeting his own death. With a grin, Y/N sang softly into Heeseung’s ear, “I mean, I’d usually prefer a faulty revolver in the middle of a blazing cornfield, but I think I can work around it.”

“That plot twist was fucking evil, by the way. I knew something was up when you never told me who you were playing… Even after my lap-dances. Those always get you talking.” Heeseung said with a chuckle, that was only made louder as Y/N leaned up and jabbed Heeseung in the side.

“It took so much willpower not to tell you then and there, you should be proud of me.” Those lap-dances that Heeseung would always come in with as soon as he’s free from his practices would always happen whenever Y/N was dumb enough to wait in an empty practice room like Heeseung tells him to. Heeseung would always be sweaty as hell and careen toward Y/N with no remorse and a sly bitten lip as Y/N would just yelp for a saviour of any kind through a shy smile. It would always end with Heeseung pulling Y/N on top of him, holding him by his hips as they talked the rest of the afternoon away just like that.

It took a little bit of thinking, and way too much planning for Heeseung’s brain to handle at an hour as late as this, Heeseung lifted his hips and flipped them over. Y/N could barely let out a gasp as Heeseung held himself a hair’s breadth away from Y/N’s face and held him down to the couch by interlocked hands. “I’m very proud of you, Y/N… Not just for surviving my lap-dances, which is a feat all in itself ‘cause I think I’m pretty irresistibly sexy-”

“Here we go-”

“No, I’m sorry!” Heeseung’s chuckle was nearly as bright as the sun that threatened to rise on them. “But I’m proud of you for everything you’ve done so far, and for all the hard work you do. Your performance in that movie was amazing - fuck it, you’re amazing - and I couldn’t be any prouder to be madly in love with a pretend-murderous psychopath.”

They don't get like this often. Either they were too busy trying to find ways to fill in the miniscule gaps in their free time with noise and brightness, or they simply were in different orbits for a bit until meeting halfway in Heeseung’s sheets. Moments of raw, sweet, suffocating sincerity like this were uncommon occurrences for them, but with the way they always made both of them feel, they want to have countless more - or at least make excuses to get all sentimental and grounded in front of each other. 

“I love you, Seungie… Your support means everything to me.”

“I love you more, and I’ll never stop supporting you.” Heeseung leaned in and kissed Y/N right on the tip of his nose, a place he always loved to kiss whenever he wanted to listen to the sweet melody of Y/N’s radiant, airy giggles. “Can we go to bed now? I wish to spoon my pretend-murderous psychopath.”

“But I’m so comfortable here… Let’s just fork-and-knife it here, I really don’t wanna move…” 

Y/N’s pout got Heeseung every single time - his kryptonite, his achilles’ heel, whatever weakness metaphor you want to use. It always gets Heeseung melting, bending to Y/N’s wind more than he already does. Heeseung shifted over and Y/N’s legs between his, then curling around Y/N’s side to nestle himself into Y/N’s neck - this is the position they liked to call fork-and-knife, the position they always ended up in because spooning just wasn’t doing it for them anymore. Heeseung felt closer, somehow, as if he was protecting all of Y/N with all of him. 

“Fine… You win… How the hell do you always win?”

“I think that’s how nature wishes to take its course, and it feels very correct.” Y/N turned his head to nudge Heeseung’s nose with his own. Heeseung nudged him back, pressed Y/N down with his cheek and began to kiss down his neck - leaving little stars to bloom when dawn sprung on them in about two hours.

Heeseung’s honestly surprised that Y/N hasn’t used his pout to his advantage more often. Maybe he sees the magnitude, the sheer power he carries. 

But Heeseung also knows that no matter how much they show their love to each other, they’ll both never be able to truly grasp how deep their love runs in them. It was a feeling that nights of endless inspiration could never put into words on a page or colours on a canvas. It was an unidentifiable thing, and indefinable feeling that just ambled about in them carelessly - unaware of the sheer weight of its existence. 

And they were more than fine with it being that way. As long as they had their endless nights, their four-in-the-morning kisses, their slow mornings on one hour of sleep, and the way they felt so complete with each other. Even if Y/N was a little too good at playing a murderous psychopath, Heeseung couldn’t imagine falling helplessly - and staying unconditionally - in love with anybody else.

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Did I, A Side Character Became the Male Lead's Wife?!

2023 | 13+ | ONESHOT | YANG JUNGWON × READER | -> PART 2

SUMMARY you — a side character in a royal novel doing absolutely nothing but enjoy your rich ass yet boring life, only watching over the female lead and doing your job in protecting her, only for a pair of kittenish eyes to fall not upon the female lead but on you, unfortunately.

AUTHOR'S NOTE not me writing a whole ass oneshot at 5am bcs of that sweet ask from that one anon, imma name u serotonin dopamine anon lmao- and jungwon bae u r truly my muse.. also inspired by sum manhwas cuz I binge read 90+ chapters in less than a day 💀💀💀 plus happy 900+ followers for me <333 mom wake up I'm famous even tho I'll never let u know what my secret writing blog is about 😊😊

a side character, how cute?

well, you only came to know of this very horrible (not really) fact that you're nothing close to a main character's vibes cause look at you babe, where's the sparkling shiny starry dust on you as you walked through the red carpet at the ball?

and did they even spare a glance at you? unfortunately, nope. because the female lead, Liz; was your enemy, at least in how your character was written in the novel by the goddamn author which was you.

yes, that's right!

you, a hella introverted author dwelling in the deepest corner of her room doing nothing but spent an ungodly amount of hours creating the perfect and enchanting characters after crying for major character death of a fic a few years ago. wiping your dripping tears off your cheeks in a comical way as you pull open your laptop and risk your 20/20 vision for life, just so you can reverse the aching pain in your chest that you wore a thick ass glasses now.

Liz, the female lead. Swooning over her was your religion, throwing not one but a ten whole buckets explaining how perfect she was—or how tremendously kind she was, delicate and utterly sweet. patting yourself on the back for creating such a goddess of a character, so it's only wise for you to give her a fitting male lead, right? Okay we'll talk about that later since it's about you right now.

So how did you end up in your novel? Well, because of one fateful day of you doing absolutely nothing but taking a goddamn rest, and whoever the god in heaven that just randomly decided to throw you in the novel you wrote yourself—must be utterly insane. Perfect indeed!

it took you a humongous realisation to see yourself in a dark green puffy dress that represents jealousy, envy, and betrayal—which also represents the side character standing behind the female lead on the thick cover of your book. you've originally written her as that wicked best friend that uses her seductive way of speech to seduce men, and at last turning her back at the female lead by accusing her of a horrendous crime.

her fatal fate consists of her head being snapped by the guillotine, unfortunately. but for you, not really, cause you are so in for destroying wicked characters but jokes on you—you're now in the body of that character.

pfft, can't the gods put you in a character that lives near the sea, with your straw hat on and as you drank your lemon juice away from the public drama, angsty dialogues, cringe moments you yourself have created because you don't have atleast an ounce of social skills that's why you pour it all on your characters.

"oh my apologies, milady— pfft—" three ladies sticking with each other like a super glue, had thrown the glass of wine on the female lead's gown—earning a series of gasps from everyone who saw but you were sure won't pay an ounce of consideration towards her as you had written almost everyone in this novel as "the world against the weak, fragile character."

oh, right. the hyena laughters of those you describe in episode 3 of "the flashy ball"; the three evil sisters, because why not? they added the extra spices in your tongue to the point you couldn't wait for them to get slap by the female lead or possibly someone.

ah, the tremendous satisfaction.

and you were one of that person whose hands itching to smash their skull apart, you cringed enormously at them as they were the ones that brought total trouble wherever they went or whoever are unlucky enough to get in their way. unfortunately, you seal your female lead's fate with them as she need some little obstacles, doesn't she?

you as hell were not sure what you're supposed to do, whether to just let things happen as the story goes or you do the male lead's job in protecting the female lead cause you have no idea why is he taking such a long time to appear, when he should've made his grand entrance at the freaking introduction?

and you wrote it that way cause you got fed up with male leads making their first appearance at the ball, and somehow quickly gaining the female lead's heart like Cinderella cause dear lord where's the slow burn?

just say, you're a conservative grandma type of a mindset or that you are skeptical over love at first sight. yep, you're right. that's why you ain't gonna let your precious female lead get bullied in front of your very eyes. she's like your granddaughter right now, seriously.

a shriek echoed through the entire ball, gaining everyone's attention. "oh my god! my dress! you— lady Liz! who did you even brought with you?!"

oh right, you forgot it's your first time at the ball either. "my apologies, milady. it's just that i saw a bunch of hyenas roaming around.." you rubbed the back of your neck.

"hyenas?! guards—"

"chill, what's the commotion here?" a bright dashing blonde haired man in a red royal suit came around, with sets of stars dusting upon his form which you already realise to be part of the main characters but unfortunately you forgot. you ain't having that extra superhuman memory just because you are an author.

the bunch of hyenas before you reasoned with the prince, but you slowly realise that the prince was none other than Prince Jake. Inspired by that one puppy image idol from fourth generation of kpop, you were apparently slurping your noodles in the local restaurant when you watched him imitating a dog from the tv, causing you to choke on your noodles.

it's safe to say, he's hot enough that he had to be part of your main characters. aah, that signature dashing smile of his as he defended the female lead with his wisely chosen string of words which immediately melted everyone's heart at sight.

times like this you wish you were actually the female lead, but the logical side of you beg to differ; you are not emotionally capable of spewing cringy romantic words for that's only reserved for writing. So thank you, i'll pass.

Surely, Prince Jake ain't the male lead for your precious female lead but you just let them converse with each other despite her with her absolute kindness, urging you to talk with them too, atleast a word. it sort of felt for a moment like she was trying to match you with the prince.

like no please, you'd rather not to. hot guys are hot, but they're not worth the emotional investment past the fangirling section.

plus the prince doesn't seem interested you as he doesn't spare not even one look at you which obviously you couldn't care any less, you sneakily went out the ball after a series of mishaps—for example your heavy puffy ass gown with its sole purpose to only look pretty but the reality ain't that pretty to say the least, panting like a dog as you took each step towards the entrance all while cussing yourself for ignoring your logical part of brain that you shouldn't have been adding humongous useless words to describe the gown just to make it sound extremely pleasing to the readers.

now you're the one to bear the consequences of your own writing, the fuck.

"one! two!—" a long, long, depressing sigh echoes. "three! ah!—" consequently falling upon your face, what a perfect day indeed. you just wanted to go home, tuck yourself in your comforting blanket, eat your hot cup of ramen or indulge yourself in the sea of chocolate while daydreaming of your favourite idols and fictional characters.

not this awful disaster of you getting tangled in the courts' affairs.

"i suppose, you need help, milady?"

oh no, certainly not. don't call me milady, pretend i do not exist for i certainly do not have the social skills to pretend that i like you, or form a decent conversation especially with men.

"milady?"

you curled yourself, burying your head into the comfort of your gowns. wondering quite a bit of how odd you look in the middle of the hallway.

"milady?" his voice-like whisper came closer, obviously standing beside you right now. "are you okay?"

fuck it. "please, i beg of you to kindly leave me alone as my day has been utterly ruined and—" oh wait, he seems oddly familiar. those lush fluffy hair and kittenish orbs that only softens among those he were close enough.

prince jungwon.

oh! the male lead, oh my god! your jaw hang so low it fell on the ground, your eyes sparkled in dozens of star like universe as you took in his marvelous beauty that you had spent creating meticulously after studying all the '101 rules of how to create the perfect male lead that had the readers heart evaporating & a huge ass green forest that certainly would cause blazing flames'.

"oh my god! you look absolutely gorgeous, i've done it really well didn't i?! oh my god!"

"o-oh—! absolutely, you did well!" he immediately replied back, pressing his lips tight nervously.

wait what? what did he say? oh shit, oh well, covering your mouth instantly as you accidentally let it out before the prince, your precious male lead that you solely created for the female lead. "i—.."

the prince, your very precious character—obviously taken aback with a slight blush dusting of his adorable cheeks as he raise his fist up to his lips, coughing a couple of seconds. a personality trait you very well are familiar of cause that's how you wrote him when he fall in love with the female lead.

your eyes ogled out at that familiar sight, screaming at the back of your mind—wait, wait! you're not supposed to fall in love with me, you idiot! go back! go inside the ball, she's inside there!

"that's oddly brave of you, milady. i'd certainly go as far as to say that i've never seen such traits from a lady." kitten eyes softening at you, crouching down as he lend both of his hands for you. you raised your eyebrow confusingly at what is he trying to pull at but you realise he was intending to get you up.

"u-uhm? uh, sorry. i could get up on my own, actually." yeah, that's what you did. pushing yourself back up despite his protests because you ain't gonna let him fall any further for you, nah uh, not in this life, your mission is to get him and your female lead together inside the frames of birds holding flower wreaths as they went on to their happily ever after.

not with you!

"may i have the honour to know your name, though, milady?" why the fuck isn't he leaving, what is there so interesting in you that he is still standing here asking you such generic questions.

you shouldn't be having the characters attention on you as you obviously wrote it that way, and that even though your character in the novel had tried to get the prince's heart, despite resorting to foul actions, that he never truly had been attracted to her despite this characters' seductive aura.

for you squealed so loud at the scene you wrote, with jungwon putting her in her place. "you are not her, and you would never be her." along with the bunch of your readers hosting a flamboyant celebration under the comments, screaming over how loyal he was.

so what in the actual fuck is this?

"you don't need my name." you nonchalantly answered.

"my apologies?"

"you see, my best friend is in the ball—" you gestured your hands to the entrance of the ballroom, "and she needs your help more than i do."

"wait? why would she need my help?" his eyebrows knitted together in utter confusion as you pushed him through his back.

"of course, she do! don't ask anything!"

"wait!— my name is!" he forcefully turn to face you again, but you immediately covered his mouth with your hands—kabedonning him against the wall.

an excruciating silence occured between you two in the silent hallway, Jungwon freezing to his core when your other hand shoot beside his head.

"listen i don't need your name, dear sir." you emphasise each word, you certainly don't need to know his name nor his status as a prince, not wanting to risk any possible connection with him judging by how he acted before you just now.

"b-but!" his words were muffled into the void as you cupped his mouth tighter.

"shh, shh. stop talking and listen, will you?!"

jungwon nodded slowly, what an odd situation he was in right now, he thought. but somehow he likes it.

"so first step, is go inside the ballroom. second, look for the lady in pink gown, and third—"

"t-third?"

"third is tell her your name! my best friend needs it more than i do!" you release him from your grasp as you went to swing open the huge double door, "now go!" waving a goodbye before kicking his body through the entrance, pulling the door back with your entire strength despite his protests.

oh of course, you finally let out a gag after suppressing it in front of him the entire time as you've never had a proper conversation with a male without stuttering, somewhat a sad tragedy for you, unfortunately. you felt quite guilty about your readers who swoon over the romances you wrote between your leads, weeping over how you're so good at it—not knowing you're a complete introvert with only a gigantic ass dictionary with you.

finally, the male lead and female lead's romances are about to start! you squealed with your hands clasping as you went on your way to the carriage, gesturing for the rider to embark on the way to your heavenly puffy manor with the widest big grin ever that it had him questioning you, "has any gentleman had caught your heart, milady? a couple of hours ago, you were often beyond distraught to attend the ball but insisted when you heard Lady Liz was going."

"oh, you silly." you giggled as you swayed your hand, "of course, that's one of the reasons. but there's another one.."

"may i ask what is it, then?"

you leaned in closer, urging him to get closer as you whispered. "i got the chance to become a Cupid!"

"a Cupid?" you squealed before the old man, hopping like a child for quite awhile before flying into the carriage much to his surprise, but only shook his head in amusement—appalled by how his mistress had changed so much.

"so?" you couldn't help yourself from pulling out the widest eccentric grin at the female lead, extremely curious and ecstatic over what romances had bloom between her and Jungwon.

Liz raises her eyebrow in confusion, "so?.. what do you mean, milady?"

you shrugged, falling back to your seat as you raise your eyebrow in a comical way, "that.." whispering ever so seductively, "prince."

"p-prince?

"yes!" the teacup rattles at your excitement oozing so much that you tapped the table a couple of times. "what happen? what's the tea~"

she lets out a soft giggle, a bit amused by your excitement. "i have no idea what you're trying to imply, milady."

"wait? what are you saying? didn't the prince went to you last night?"

Liz shook her head slowly, her expressions clearly stating that she absolutely don't know what and who you were talking about as a smile pulled up on her lips once again, taking a few sip from her teacup.

veins popped out from your neck as it dawned on you, your head snapped towards the castle on top of the mountain, you stupid of a prince! you cussed at him endlessly at the back of your mind, tightening your fist as your ears and nose fuming in anger. how dare he? he didn't listen to you at all? what in the actual fuck? would this somehow divert the original route? a dozen question arise into your mind one after another, causing you to let out an exaggerated sigh.

facepalming yourself as you imagined the imaginary heavenly light on top of you, weeping to yourself about how tremendously unlucky you are to have a hard headed male lead. it's impossible, you have never added a trait so irritating like this in his profile so how could this happen?

"milady?" the gentle voice of your precious female lead pulled you out of your inner desperation, you leaned in closer, whining so much over how unlucky you were and such, the rest only being in your mind as you pouted.

"ah, i remember now, the prince—"

"WHAT?—" you immediately seated yourself after giving her a potential heart attack, "my apologies, what did you actually.. remember?"

"i assume you were talking about the prince from yesterday? prince jake?"

"no not that bitch— oh certainly not him, ehem.." you took a couple of exaggerated coughs, avoiding her evident confusion. "isn't there a prince.. name jungwon with you that night?"

"oh my goodness! right! prince jungwon!" she shook her head in disbelief with her finger on her head.

right, how did you even forgot that the female lead in front of you had a "weak ass memory" in her profile description. tsk tsk, truly a forgetful author you are. you should be trying your best to remember the things you wrote before and revise it as best as you can, to avoid any possible problems in the future, atleast.

"right, how did i even forget, the prince asked me for your name, milady—"

"huh?" you look at her with confusion, as you were out of reality a couple of seconds ago. your orbs terribly widened as her words slowly sinking in to your brain. "HUH?"

ask your name?! why your name, why not hers?! what did the prince ate that night before stumbling onto your way that he had to ask for your name before the female lead—his own lover?!

laughing awkwardly, you raise your leg on top of another as you nervously swayed your hands repeatedly. "oh dear, oh dear. you might have heard it wrong, the prince?—" snorting outloud as you gestured to yourself, "asking for my name? what a funny news!"

"i didn't, milady. the prince came to me and asked me for your name, as he was immensely curious of who you are so i—"

"so what?—" you can't believe this, you really can't bring yourself to believe any words she was uttering. you should have been bestowed by the news that the prince had taken an interest in her, a hand in marriage, or anything, anything as long as you're out of the picture! "y-you didn't tell him my name, d-didn't you?"

"of course, i did!" exclaimed she did with the widest grin ever.

why are you so freaking happy over this?! clasping your head in your hands as you tragically fall on your knees causing the lady to gasp in shock, ushering to your side to get you up.

"milady?! what's wrong?"

"d-dear," you pouted as you look up to her, "you didn't tell him where my manor's at, r-right?"

she simply replied, "i did? the prince informed me that he's going to send a letter for you to be his partner to the ball."

an imaginary arrow struck back to your heart, forming a humongous hole that threatens to give you a panic attack. what? what in the actual fuck? did you accidentally did something to divert the original story you yourself created? but you didn't even do anything! you tried to do your best to keep the interaction with him as short as possible and he dared to take an interest in you?!

"milady, a letter from the royal palace had arrived for you."

"discard it. throw it. keep it away from my sight."

"milady?!" Liz and the head of the maid exclaimed in utter shock at your nonchalant answer.

"forget about it, forget about it." you clasped your forehead in utter disappointment, yet your brain were creating another plan b for this unexpected turn of events. what should you do? even more so, what would you do now that the prince had asked for you to be by his side to the ballroom?

this won't do, you won't let this happen—you had to look as unattractive and ugly as possible for him to cringe on and finally divert his attention back to the rightfully person who deserved it; the female lead.

your maids could only fall apart every single time you pluck out the enchanting gems they attached on your hair, ears and wrists. their efforts deemed futile as always as you had no mood for any sort of events, it was like a slap to their face as you initially weren't like this. you overheard them that they couldn't get used to how you were adamant in staying behind the spotlight as you often did your very best in dressing yourself up before, with the sole intention of gaining the favour of men and even more better, a prince.

of course, they are totally oblivious to your real identity. only a series of jaw gaping one after another with your change of character, at first—you had a dilemma over whether you should act like the character you created but you later scrap the idea as soon as the anxiety of being engulfed in the crowd suffocated your chest. opting to avoid as many as balls or public events as possible, but that obviously didn't work out that well since you heard of the female lead's arrival from the country side—just like you intended it to be.

and being the proud mother (writer) you are, of course why wouldn't you take one single look at her and see of how far she had came? but alas, one interaction leads to another one and so on—till finally, you became her best friend throughout her entire journey. waiting for the male lead's arrival, and watch their romances blooming and per se—but oh well, look at the situation you were in right now; total disaster.

you truly despise being in such an extravagant puffy gown and the numerous accessories hugging your skin, it's tremendously uncomfortable that you wanted to rip it off part in front of the prince standing before you right now, and right here.

asking for your hand to dance with that odd kittenish smile, that you swore you had never ever written in his personality profile; he should never have been this casual and chill over a person he had just met. he should've been cold as fuck, icy to touch, and a spiralling disaster if you dare to talk to him, so why?

plus how could he have taken an interest in you? you couldn't possibly have added a dose of the love at first sight trope, didn't you? you despised that trope to your very core.

"milady? may i?" he extended his hand before you, patiently waiting for your answer.

you had decided that you're going to reject him quick and efficient—just like the local fast food restaurant your mouth kept drooling over for, smashing a five star review for their inhuman speedy delivery.

"you see, prince jungwon. i have no desire to have a connection with you, a relationship, as a matter of fact."

he raised his eyebrow, seemingly unfazed by your bold words. "i'm curious milady, why so? have i done something that perhaps had annoyed you?"

cliché question, you loathe that. "what if i said you did?"

"then tell me, milady. i'll try my hardest to own up to you—" he took a steps forward, which causes you to immediately step back as well with a frown on your face. you can't, not in this life, to even give him a single chance to get close to you. nah uh.

"no need, and stay one meter apart, please." you pointed your index finger towards the floor and he hesitated, but complied immediately.

"i." you raise your index finger back to yourself and then at him, "don't like you. do you understand?"

"b-but?"

"stop questioning me, prince jungwon." you stayed firm in your spot, "i believe it's a common decency to step back when a lady had voiced out her opinion, a prince like you certainly would understand, am i right?"

Jungwon was clearly taken aback, the fact that you didn't give him a single chance to utter a word nor take a step closer was a hard punch to his face. It feels as if he was trying to reach for you, but you efficiently dodged it with ease. It kind of.. annoys him.

"base on how you didn't say anything anymore, i assumed we're done here! well then, goodbye prince jungwon." you turned your heels towards the entrance, not bothering to waste any time at this goddamn ball. "i hope this will be the very last." you scoffed inside your mind, eager for the story to return to it's original route, and that the prince would soon deem you useless and such—returning to the female lead's arms.

hm, now where's your precious female lead? she should've appeared right now and right here, strike the pot while it's hot!

"i'm afraid i can't back down that easily, milady." jungwon took a few steps forward, wrapping his hand round your wrist as he spun you around to face his eyes filled with blazing determination. one that you specifically added on top of his profile so that your readers would kept it in mind.

your breath hitched down your throat as you remembered there's only two reasons he could have this; one that reminds you when he was at war, shouting at the top of his voice to encourage his soldiers as they push through the enemies, and another reason of it appearing is when he have to get what he wanted, or else all hell will break loose, chaos will ensue.

right, you're truly an idiot. staying a few years in this novel without any memories, and only for it to surface back when you stumble upon the library—dozens of books flickering a series of eccentric images in your mind. It had cause you to lose all memories of important details, only emerging everytime you are presented with a situation you couldn't comprehend. such as when you forgot that the female lead had memory problems and such.

"i'll only present this choices to you, milady. since you tremendously intrigued me over how well spoken you were and fascinating indeed—" bitch, you don't even know how you had the sudden ability to confront him but you were just sure as hell that you don't want to ruin your own novel. no fucking way.

you can't let him have the upper hand on you.

"let me go." irritated to your core, you tried untangle Jungwon's tight grasp on your wrist but he won't budge even an inch which only had you fuming in anger. "i said let me go, bitch!"

the crowd emits a series of gasps and murmurs as you spun around—twisting the prince's arms which had him yelping in pain, and ultimately pinning him onto the ground. with rage consuming you that nothing was going in your way, you slammed your hands on the both side of his head. clenching your jaw and gritting your teeth as you emphasised each word. "you are one a dumb hell of a bitch, when i said i do not want to see you anymore. i mean it. so—"

"so what?" his smug look resurfaces, one that emerges whenever he was being challenged. yes, do that! he should despise you, not take an interest in you! he should loathe you so much that he can't even gaze at you for a second. excitement surged through your veins as you open your mouth, preparing for the last blow.

"so, get lost. just because you're a prince doesn't mean every girl would fall for you, idiot."

an even more louder gasp emits from the crowd as they clearly heard what you said, their jaw gaping and some covering their mouths with their hands as their mind are now bombarded with random questions over how exceedingly brave you are to insult the royal prince, and of what fate will you met now that you've done such an atrocious act.

a low giggle sent shivers down your spine, and goosebumps to riled over your neck as you realise the prince under you had the widest smirk on his face. you frowned deeply, he shouldn't be smirking! he should be fuming in anger and throwing you out of the palace at this moment. so why?!...

"oh milady, how truly fascinating you are." you let out a loud yelp when he grabbed both of your wrists, pulling you closer to his face—a dangerous close proximity against his fluttering eyelashes and lips that your breath caught up in your throat which causes your cheeks to heated up in embarrassment of what kind of position you two were in right now. "i like you, you would certainly be a perfect fit to be by my side."

"what?!" you exclaimed, jaws dropping and eyes about to pop out at his very words. "i don't want to be by your side—"

"a lady like you, i'm afraid to say, intrigues me very much..." Jungwon shots a kittenish wink right through your heart. "be my wife, milady. i'll show you how good I can be for you."

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[gimmm]

Strawberries & Cigarettes [ Teaser ]

An Enhypen Jungwon x GN Reader Au

TW //: Cursing , Mentions of Suicide , Depression , Blood , Cigarettes , Injuries

Genre : Angst

"...even if I run away and give my heart a holiday still strawberries and cigarettes always taste like you."

What happens when a suicidal person had a relationship with a celebrity on vacation ?

As life was as fucked up as it had always been , I tried to find hope and meaning as usual , and even though I'd fallen and been hurt , I tried to move on because of you .

On a rainy night , y/n was soaked , sitting on the edge of a building , listening to their favorite song , debating whether to continue life or to end it .

Taking off their earphones , y/n sighed as they prepared to leave the building , listening to the sound of thunder and rain hitting the road along the way .

Arriving at a local mini store , they picked up their favorite drink , strawberry milk , then checking out at the counter before sitting outside , watching rain drops fall from the stores roof until all of a sudden a boy crossing the road catches their eyes , as the boy they were looking at looked ethereal.

y/n was at a loss for words, pinching themselves just to make sure it wasn't a dream , y/n blushed after a long time .

Drinking the strawberry milk , they felt solace as the sound and smell of downpour was mitigating for them , until abruptly somebody touched them , a person smoking cigarettes , the person sat close to them .

y/n wouldn't fret however as they believed that the man just required help in sitting, y/n kept watching the downpour drops until the man out of nowhere ended the quiet , "would you be so generous to light my cigarette?" "sure"

y/n replied as they smoothly took the lighter on the monitors hand, the man pulled y/n closer unexpectedly nailing them to a divider , " attempt to get away from me and you'll wind up dying " , y/n was quiet they didn't have any idea what to do , they have never experienced being hijacked and nor did they had any idea how to guard themselves , as the man was removing them , an uproarious crash was heard despite the man's good faith , then out of nowhere the man tumbled to the ground , blood pouring gradually from his head .

y/n looked behind the man to see who saved them , it was the boy they saw previously , Yang Jungwon .

a collab with : @parkmejeon004

CHAPTER 1 -

#enhypen h.r.c #enhypen gender neutral #enhypen au #enhypen male reader #enhypen female oc #kpop x male reader

[asterrx]

SUNGHOON x male reader

roomate

*please forgive me if i made mistakes*

warning: blowjob, belly bulge,cockwarming,etc.

It's been two months since college started, you have a roomate. He is Park Sunghoon, the hot boy, super popular but he doesn't know that the students of your college are crazy over him. Many are jealous of you, because you are roommates with him.

Sunghoon is so hot, you could look at him all day long. Although it's been two months since you two are roommates, you only share a couple or maybe more conversation with him.

Your college dorm have no separate rooms so there is two beds in your dorm and one bathroom which is shared by the two of you.

Ond day, on an early saturday morning, Sunghoon ask you to help him with his homework, although he is very hot, he is not very good in his studies. So he ask you, the top student, to help him do his work. You agree to help him, he sat beside you on the table, he is wearing a white sleeveless shirt that is showing his biceps and hia collarbone. He is looking so good even though he just woke up. He is so tall and handsome.

When you start your lession with him, not even five minutes has passed, Sunghoon can't seem to focus, he was looking out of the window and daydreaming, you snap your fingers and he looks at you and smiled, "Sorry, what were you saying." he said, you point at the book and said,"Do you get this part?", he shook his head, his face says that he is clueless.

"Okay, I need you to pay attention to what I am saying.", you said, he smiled and said, "Okay, babe", you blushed, he smiled, you were so surprised, he doesn't seem to care about what he just said. You tutored him the whole afternoon and you somehow feel much closer to him.

Later that night, you kept thinking of what he said, you blush everytime you think about it. Sunghoon, one of the hottest students in your college, called you 'babe'. It is something you can't believe will happen.

It's been a few weeks and you have been tutoring Sunghoon pretty much everyday. He became so comfortable with you, or maybe too comfortable. Sometimes he just wear his shorts and nothing else, it's hard to focus for you. Sometimes you catch him staring at your face while you explain some parts of your lesson, he used to stare at your lips hungtily, as if he was about to kiss you anytime.

He used to tease you by tickling you and rufgling your hair, poking you with his pen and drawing silly things in your notebook.

One evening, Sunghoon was out drinking with his friends. He is a bit drunk, and at your tutoring session, he is more teasy than usual. He poked your cheek with his index finger. When you look at him, his eyes bright as the stars, his cheeks blushing red because he drank, he placed his hand on your cheek, he closes the book and leans in to kiss you.

You didn't refuse the kiss, he pulls you close to him, you hesitated a bit. "S-sorry, i didn't mean to" he said, "No, it's okay, i don't dislike it", you said, "You don't?" he asked, he smiled as you nod, once again he kissed you, this time more passionately. You sat on his lap stilk kissing him, he grabs your butt, playing with them, he shifted to your neck leaving red marks all over. He played with your nipples and pinched them, then he started sucking it and biting it. You feel his crotch growing harder and harder.

After a few minutes, you were fully undressed, you don't even know when he took off your clothes. Sunghoon too is wearing only his boxers now, which is packing his huge boner. You kissed him again and sat on your knees and kissing his boner under his boxers. You finally pullled down his boxers, releasing his huge dick, that is leaking precum and is asking for your attention.

It is throbbing, hard as rock, you kissed the tip, and licked it softly, earning a groan from him, it tastes salty from the precum. It is so big that you hesitated a bit before putting it in your mouth. You swirl your tongue around the tip making him moan softly. You then started bobbing your head up and down, he is breathing heavily now.

He placed his hands on your head, making you move faster. After a few minutes, he lift you up, you get on the bed and sat on your knees. Sunghoon started licking you hole swirling your tongue around your entrance to prepare you for his hige dick.

He inserted one finger and adds one more, he hit your prostrate with the tip of his fingers making you moan from the pleasure. Then he placed the tip of his dick in your entrance and pushed it slowly inside. It was so painful, you feel like it is gonna tear your hole, then pleasure starts to replace your pain as he moves, you are now a moaning mess, he started moving faster and faster making you moan louder, you were glad the dorm rooms were made soundproof. After a while, you finally get used to his size. You asked Sunghoon to move faster, he did, while fucking you from the back he played with your nipples, you were so sensitive to his touch, and then you came all over the sheets. Sunghoon turned you around, kissing you hungrily, he is still rock hard. " I haven't cum yet, he said and pushed his cock deep inside you so that a bulge is forming in your belly, he wrapped your legs around his waist, carrying you, he started fucking you again, you moaned so loudly, you feel your orgasm is coming near again, "I-I'm gonna cum", you said, he still keeps thrusting, "Again already?", he said, "Wait for me baby" he said, he started thrusting even harder and faster, you feel his cock growing inside you, he groans and you can tell he is close too, after a few hard thrusts he shoots his thick cum inside you, it feels warm, and you at the same time cums all over Sunghoon's chest. You both cleaned up after a while and went to bed. You lie down on the bed next to him, you cuddle with him. After a while you feek his dick growing again, he pushed it inside once again, but he didn't move, he just stayed like that till both of you fall asleep. The next morning you woke up, Sunghoon's dick still inside of you

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[oracle-of-dream]

Him or Me

Minors DNI

Summary: You've been put together for a group project with Heeseung, another one of Jake's friends. Jake is sure Heeseung is plotting to take you away from him, so Jake has to make sure you know where you belong... Notes: Male reader, handjob (Jake rec.), cum swallowing, Jealous Jake, Teasing Heeseung

Wordcount: 1.9k

This is a request!

The clock was five minutes away from ending class, ticking loudly as it echoed in the silent class. It was another exam for you to do, which you finished almost thirty minutes ago but you had to wait till the end of class for an announcement from your professor.

Next to you, your boyfriend, Jake, was struggling through the last part of the exam. It was a free response, so you knew he’d take a while before deciding to write.

“You might want to write something soon, you’re running out of time,” you whisper to him. 

He glared at you knowingly, not trying to get in trouble for talking too loudly. 

You played on your phone until the last second of the exam when the alarm went off. The student assistants collected all the papers, Jake was still scribbling the last of his answers before they had to take it from him. Once all the exams were collected, the professor explained our next major assignment. A small interview with another person in the class to understand unique points of view when put in new situations.

Jake beamed with excitement at hearing an easy grade. A simple Q&A with his boyfriend to boost his grades was just what he needed after the exam. But Jake shrank back into his seat when the professor announced they’d already been assigned partners by a personality quiz they’d given on the first day.

“Each of you has been matched with someone you may potentially click with because of your similar personalities. Or, you could be purposefully put with someone who strongly opposes your beliefs too. Make sure to keep things civil and respectful. That’s all.” The professor sent out the email of who’s been put with whom and left the class before anyone could protest about their partners.

Jake searched the list for his name but he found yours first. “Oh! Babe, you’re with…”

You noticed Jake stopped talking. “What is it?”

Jake’s expression darkened with irritation. “It’s… him.”

“Him, who?”

“Him, me, I’m guessing. Right, Jake?” A familiar voice sounded cheerfully behind you.

You looked over your shoulder to see Heeseung standing there. Heeseung had a weird love-hate relationship with Jake. On some things, they’d be the best of friends over. On other topics, it would be impossible to think they’d ever get along.

Heeseung looked you up and down. “Hey, y/n. It’s good to see you,” he winked.

Jake let out a huff of air before packing the rest of his things.

“Oh? Jake, don’t be like that.” Heeseung swung his arm over your shoulder, leaning on you. “It’s not like we’re going to do anything bad, it’s just a project!” He giggled with joy at messing with Jake.

You honestly loved seeing Jake get jealous. Heeseung had a naturally flirty nature to him, so Jake was always on guard with him when it came to you. But he was still your boyfriend, so you had to support Jake, even if he was hard-headed.

“Jake, why don’t we interview at your place? You can sit with us and be there the whole time.” You shrugged off Heeseung’s arm and hugged Jake’s back. “Please?”

Jake took a moment to consider it. And Heeseung chimed in.

“Unless you want him to be at my place?” He smiled devilishly, trying to goad Jake into talking.

Jake took the bait without hesitation. “No! Both of you will meet me at my place.” He turned to you, “You’ll be there an hour before he gets there.” Then turned to Heeseung, “and you’ll leave as soon as you’re done.” Jake huffed again as he took your hand and pulled you along with him out of the classroom as Heeseung let the two of you walk by. 

“It’s always a good time talking to you Jake!” He shouted as Jake stormed down the hallway.

Getting to Jake’s house, he was quiet the whole ride over. Jake loved talking to you, even if it was about nothing, he loved getting to hear you speak to him. But you couldn’t think of anything to say while you knew he was in his head, he wouldn’t even hear you anyway

Jake parked at his place, got out of the car, and opened your door for you. Even when angry, Jake could never forget his manners. He unlocked the front door, let you walk in first, and then started making a snack for the two of you.

It was still bothering him, but he was trying to act like it wasn’t.

“Jake. Please talk to me, babe.” You begged.

“What do you wanna talk about?” 

“Anything, I just want to hear you.”

“Do you like Heeseung?”

You knew he was going to throw that at you. “No. I don’t. And you know I don’t like it when you imply that I’d leave you for him like that.”

Jake looked at you with wet eyes. “I know… He just gets under my skin without even trying! It’s just so–”

The doorbell rang.

You both looked at each other before he walked to the door to answer it. You followed him to see who was there. Jake opened the door to see Heeseung standing outside.

“What the hell? What are you doing here so early? We just got home.”

Heeseung shrugged. Y/n shares their location with me, so I figured I’d just come over now so we can get to work sooner. Then maybe we could go get some dinner later.

Jake cocked his head to the side and looked at you with a glare.

“Jake, we’re friends. Friends share their locations. Heeseung even has your location.” You complained.

Jake turned his attention to Heeseung again. “He’s not going anywhere with you.”

“I meant, we all go out to dinner,” Heeseung said dryly. 

“Whatever, just come in and do the friggin thingy already,” Jake said as he walked away from the door and back into the kitchen.

You let Heesung in and closed the door behind him. You set up an audio recording on your phone and started asking him some of the interview questions you were assigned. Jake stood in the doorway, watching the two of you like a hawk.

Jake eventually started squirming and shuffling. Then sighing loudly. Even tapping his foot. All signs that Jake was ready for Heeseung to wrap it up, but it was ruining your audio recording. 

Heeseung must’ve noticed that you were getting irritated because he asked for a quick break. He pushed his chair away from the table and leaned back in it, manspreading widely. “Jakey, why don’t you come sit with us? You can sit on my lap while I answer the questions since you’re going to be a baby about it. Does the baby need to sit on my lap?” Heeseung teased.

Jake made a face and sat down in a chair next to you, dragging it on the floor to make a bunch of noise. He gently took your hand and kissed the back of it before letting you continue with the interview, but he didn’t let go of your hand. Every few answers, you could see Jake roll his eyes or make a face at Heeseung. Eventually, it was getting to be too much of a distraction for Heeseung, as he was starting to tease Jake back.

“Okay, how about we have a bit longer of a break? I gotta talk to Jake for a few.” You pushed Jake out of his seat and made him go into your shared bedroom. You closed and locked the door behind you. 

“Jesus, Jake! What am I going to do with you?” You fussed.

“I–” Jake started but stopped himself from giving an excuse. “I’m sorry, I’m not trying to get in the way. He’s just so… him.”

“What makes you think he has something that I’m looking for in a boyfriend that you don’t already have? You have everything I could want.” You stroke his cheek as you come close to him for a soft kiss on his lips.

Jake wrapped his arms around you. He slipped his tongue into the kiss and you gasped as he picked you up. He carried you to the bed and sat down on the bed, letting you rest on his lap. He placed soft kisses on your collarbone before giving bites on your flesh, moving up your neck to your ears. His hands spread your legs and wrapped them around his waist. He started playing with your thighs, slowly crawling up until he got to the waistline of your pants.

You stop him. “Heeseung’s still here, if we do that he’ll hear us.” 

Jake frowned. “Does he even matter right now? It’s our time.”

You kissed him again. “We can have that kind of fun tonight, okay? After dinner.” You tried to climb off of Jake, but he wouldn’t let you go.

“You can’t leave me like this…” He looks down at the tent in his pants. “It hurts so bad, I need you.”

“My poor baby,” you cooed at him as your hand rubbed him through his jeans. “We can’t fuck, but I can at least help you, okay?”

Jake nodded as a look of relief spilled across his face from your touch, his hips lifting to rub against your hand.

You climb off him and slide his pants down enough for his cock to spill out into your hands. The throbbing, dripping shaft of him jumped as you touched it. His tip was already leaking like crazy, and you used your fingers to rub over it. Earning moans and twitches of pleasure. 

“More,” Jake demanded. “Please…” He corrected himself as he felt you squeeze his cock tightly, warning him to keep his head on.

You moved your hand up and down his cock, his hips automatically moving to meet you. The feeling was already the best for him. He loved feeling touch from you, even just a pat on the head could get him rock hard. You speed up as you see his eyes shut and his face scrunched so cutely.

“T-That’s it, keep going!” He begged.

You took it further; focusing one hand on his tip and the other on his base, working him over completely. 

Jake could barely keep still, shaking and his right leg kept twitching. He whimpered to you, “I’m so close, p-please, help me. I don’t want a mess.”

You brought your mouth down to his tip and replaced your hand with it, preparing for him to finish in your mouth. The wet sensations were enough to immediately knock him over, as he shot his cum down your throat with one hand in his hair. The other hand was holding your hand that was still stroking him.

“P-Please, stop!” Jake whined as you milked him completely for another minute. He convulsed and tears threatened his eyes. It was enough to make his eyes roll back and he held in a scream as you got the last drop of him. When you let go of him, he breathlessly thanked you before drifting off into unconsciousness.

You tucked him into bed properly and kissed his forehead. “I’ll be back soon.”

You went back to Heeseung to finish your interview undisturbed. Heeseung asked about where Jake went, sounding kind of sour like he’d known the answer already. 

“Jake felt a little tired after we talked. So I let him go to sleep so we could finish. I guess we’ll have to pass on that dinner tonight.” You smiled coyly.

Heeseung smiled and left you alone as he went back home. Letting you get back to your boyfriend who was beginning to stir. Maybe Jake would be ready for round two by now…

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