Enha Healing Your Inner Child｡⊹˚.⋆

not even 24 hours after a 401 day tour, belift are announcing another tour? do they understand how crazy this is? those boys are being worked to the bone and soon enough their health - both physical and mental - is going to decline and then it's not just going to be 'oh jay ill sit out two shows' or 'jake just had to take skip two songs', it's going to end up with them being so overworked that they'll take hiatus' that last months, the members will lose their love for their job, and the entire situation is going to get out of control.

jay has an injury that is already serious but imagine the damage that could be made from all the shows of a new tour? plus all the added schedules ontop of that? ni-ki spoke about how exhausted he was during the tour and that can only lead to further sickness or being mentally and emotionally drained. even if you did go to he concert, could you actually enjoy yourself knowing that they're suffering????

i am begging you all to boycott this tour, i've seen it happen before when fans boycotted mamamoo's tour and it got postponed and the company listened to the concerns. i know it's belift so there is a chance they won't even acknowledge it, but low ticket sales means the promotor and label will most likely cancel which tbh is what we should all want.

enhypen have been working non-stop since debut and i fear it'll only get worse if all of us don't work together on expressing our concerns.

attention.

➞ pairing: bf!sunghoon x gn!reader

➞ prompt/type of au: “give me your attention”

➞ genre: fluff. this is just clingy bf hoon☹️🤍

➞ w.c: 0.8k words.

➞ tw: nothing??? as far as i know.

ela says💬: posting late…. adult life happens and university too so:// anyways!! hope u enjoy this one<3

Sunghoon sighs in despair for the nth time again that afternoon, and Jay can’t help but give the boy an annoyed stare his way (not like it would change something, Jay has given him so many warning glances towards the boy yet the only thing the other did was ignore him… just like you exactly were doing)

At the other side of the room, you were chatting in a very animated way with Jake, laughing as the boy talked about god’s know what, and even if Sunghoon loved the sound of your pretty laugh, and how he felt funny inside whenever he saw your beautiful smile, he didn’t like it a bit whenever it was caused by someone else that wasn’t him.

Even if that someone else was his best friend.

“Stop glaring at them.”

Jay huffs, but decides to not add a comment (for his own sake more than anything. He wouldn’t be able to stand more passive-aggressive comments from the boy)

A ping resonates in the room, you keep your eyes on Jake as he keeps telling you a story, and Sunghoon whines when he realizes you’re not taking out your phone anytime soon.

Time to start taking drastic measures, then.

One ping, two pings, three pings, and then, your phone starts going off like crazy. Annoyed, you take it out to look at your notification center, and after reading the new spam your boyfriend just gave you (“y/n please give me attention!!” “y/n i need u:(“ and a bunch more of messages of sad and crying emojis) you glance at him one last time, Sunghoon giving you a small smile, his cute little fangs in display to make him look innocent, before you mute the device, putting it back inside your pocket, and turning your face away from him to give Jake your full attention… Again.

“No way, did she just…”

Sunghoon mutters in disbelief (and Jay laughs under his breath at the exchange he just witnessed). There was no way you just ignored him, right? Sunghoon Park is flabbergasted, because how could you ignore him? Your lovely, handsome, caring, beautiful boyfriend?

He just wanted your attention, why weren’t you giving it to him? Why were you giving it to his best friend?

Frowning, he stands up from his seat and walks towards you while making up his mind, and when he approaches you, you don’t even have enough time to run away before you see the world getting upside down, your boyfriend throwing you over his shoulder in a quick movement.

“Sunghoon? What are you— Hey! Put me down right now!”

But the boy doesn’t listen, instead, he gives Jake a small thumbs up while saying “I’m going to be stealing my significant other right now, see you.” You give Jake an apologetic smile, the boy just shrugging it off and giving you a reassuring smile before he sees you and Sunghoon (more like, Sunghoon stealing you away) disappear behind the door of his room.

Throwing you in the bed, you sit and frown at him.

“Hey! That was mean! I was talking to Jake.”

“And? You’ve already talked enough to him! Give me attention!”

You roll your eyes, crossing your arms in front of your chest as you pout in annoyance, making Sunghoon coo in endearment.

“You look so cute when you’re annoyed,” the boy says, grabbing both of your cheeks and pressing them together.

“And you’re so annoying when you’re behaving like this.”

He rolls his eyes offended. Sitting beside you, he wraps his arms around your waist, nuzzling his nose in your neck. “I’m not! I just wanted attention,” you hear his muffled whines against you, making you laugh a little bit. “Don’t laugh at me! Why wouldn’t you give your attention to your handsome, perfect boyfriend, huh? Why would you ignore him like that? He needs your attention and love too…”

“Since when have you been this clingy?”

“I’m not clingy,” Sunghoon says, parting a little to give you a small pout. He looked like a scolded child. “I’m just saying that you can use your energy into giving me the attention and the kisses and the hugs I deserve.”

Turning around to face him, you cup his face with your hands, grinning when you see how his eyes shined with pure adoration and love as he looked at you.

Sunghoon swore that he could look at you for the rest of his lifetime and he would never get bored. You were perfect in his eyes.

Joining your foreheads together, he pecks your lips one, two, three times, making you giggle (and that makes him kiss you again because he loves to hear that sound), and when he separates, he gives you a small smile.

“You have my full attention now, Sunghoon. Now, what do you want?”

Without saying a thing, the boy hovers over you and makes you lay on the bed. Then, he grabs one of your hands to put it on his head, as for you to take the hint to play with his hair, while he hugs your waist tightly with his arms and he lays his head on your chest to hear your calm heartbeat.

Leaving a quick kiss on your collar bones, Sunghoon closes his eyes and sighs in content.

“Now, let’s just stay like this.”

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mornings with felix ✨

i feel really bad because i love felix. i love him so much, and i feel like this is just terrible ☹️ i can feel my inspiration just slowly leaving, and i hate it 😭 anyway, i hope you guys like this ❤️‍🩹

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You shift in your sleep, feeling the person beside you slowly get out of bed. You let out a small whine, reaching a hand out to stop them. A deep chuckle echoes off the walls, making your heart flutter in your chest.

"I'll be right back, sweetness," Felix whispers before kissing the side of your head.

Your eyes flutter open, and they slowly adjust to the darkness. You watch Felix's shadow walk across your bedroom before he flicks the light switch on in your en suite.

He looks back at you one more time before closing the door behind him. You giggle to yourself, burying your face into your pillow.

You and Felix have been seeing each other for about six months now, and last night was the first time he's stayed over at your apartment.

A hum comes from your throat as you bring the covers up to your chin. The bathroom door opens up again and your boyfriend makes his way over to you.

He slides under the covers before shuffling closer to you. "Are you asleep?" Felix asks in a whisper, his fingers pushing some of your hair back.

"No," you whisper back, giggling.

Felix's arms wrap around your waist, pulling you into his chest. "I don't have to work today," he mentions, feeling his plump lips brush against your forehead.

"Oh, no?" You ask, tilting your head to look up at him.

He shakes his head and presses another kiss to one of your cheeks. "Nope. I figured we could go out for breakfast," he offers while fiddling with your fingers.

"A little breakfast date, hm?" You smile up at him before trailing your lips along his jaw.

He agrees with a hum, his fingers dipping under the shirt you're wearing. "But, for now, we can stay right here," Felix says with a chuckle, nuzzling his face into your neck.

His hair tickles your skin as you wrap your arms around his neck. "I like the sound of that," you mention with a smile, combing your fingers through his hair.

"You know," Felix whispers while pulling back from you, his eyes meeting yours, "I adore you so much."

Your cheeks blush, and you fondly smile at him. "I adore you, Lixie."

He rests one of his hands on your cheek, caressing your skin. Your stomach does a couple of flips as Felix presses his lips to yours. A deep breath comes from your nose, kissing him back.

You drape a leg over his, your lower half pressed against his. He slides his hand down your body, the rings he's wearing feeling cool against your bare skin.

"I could spend the rest of my life with you," Felix mumbles into the kiss, his nose brushing yours.

A gasp leaves your lips, and you meet his dark brown eyes. "Really?" You whisper, your cheeks becoming warm. "You want to spend the rest of your life with me?"

"Yeah, sweetness. I haven't been this happy in a long time."

Tears pool in your eyes, and you hide your face. "I love you," you whisper.

Felix's chest vibrates as he chuckles. "I love you, sweetness."

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stay by my side.

PAIRING... bodyguard! heeseung x idol! reader | GENRE... romance, fluff, humor | WC... 0.3k | “you’re trembling.” | mentions of crowds, pushing??

“step back!” your bodyguard commands, and you lower your head, trying to steady yourself amongst the commotion. 

you didn’t expect such a big crowd to be at the airport to greet you. sure you were grateful for all the support, but the roaring amount of fans pressing in on either side of you was overwhelming. 

one shove from the left is enough to make you stumble and heeseung is immediately at your side. he gently takes your arm and shouts more directions at the other guards that you can’t make out. 

between the camera flashes and screaming fans, heeseung steadies you. 

“come on, let’s get to a safer place,” he directs urgently and you nod. 

finally having escaped, you let out a sigh in relief. thanks to heeseung’s quick thinking, he found an empty corridor that was off limits to the public. 

you requested for everyone to leave except him, wanting a moment of peace. 

“some crowd,” he comments and you let out a tiny, exhausted smile. maybe after a long flight being greeted by crazy fans wasn’t the best welcome. 

heeseung frowns. 

“you’re trembling.” 

you stand up straighter, “what?”

he moves towards you and suddenly takes your hand, still slightly shaking as an aftereffect. 

“oh,” you whisper. “i didn’t even notice.” 

you look up only to find him closer than you thought. his warm eyes stare into you, full of concern. and more. 

“you sure you’re okay?”

“yeah, but let’s just,“ you pause, “let’s just stay here for a moment.” 

his hand comes up to pat your head. you scrunch your nose in distaste. 

“don’t make me kick you out too.” 

heeseung chuckles, and you wonder why he hasn’t removed his hand. “you wouldn’t dare. you need me.” 

yeah, that part was definitely true. 

a/n ▸am now a heeseung bodyguard enthusiast !¡

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no lube, no protection, all night, all day, from the kitchen floor to the dining table, from the bed to church, from the front porch to the balcony, vertically, horizontally, quadratic, exponential, logarithmic, while i gasp for air, scream for satan mercy, HE CAN TOP ME. until i’m swollen, until i’m crying, until he’s out of juice, until i can’t walk, until i’m numb, until my throat hurts, until my cheeks are red, until the neighbours know his name, until my inside becomes outsides, until my holes remember the shape, until my jaws fall off, until my legs are useless, until my eyes are rolled back and it stays there, until my body does a backflip, until my whole body shakes, until the skin peels off, until i’m paralyzed for the rest of my life, until all my holes are filled, until i can’t breathe, until it gets longer than before, until he can’t stand anymore, until i die, until his testicles don’t cum anymore, until my mouth can't eat, until i remember the length of it, until the end of time, until it reaches my stomach, until he’s grunting and growling, until the whole world hears. i’m gonna get him pregnant ten times, over breeding him all day and all night, no protection just me and him all over the house on the floor, on the couch, on the bed, in the shower, on the rooftops, even god couldn’t pull me out of him.

OFF MY FACE ( in love with you ) ⋆ lee heeseung

pairing : basketballer! heeseung x fem! reader

genre : strangers to lovers, romance, comedy if you squint, she fell first he fell harder, love at first kiss, literally no angst no problems they are in love with each other

synopsis : he’s talented, he’s smooth, he’s funny, he’s the popular basketball captain lee heeseung! when you find yourself saving him from a predicament, you muster up the courage to ask this long time crush of yours for a kiss in return. his mind tells him it’s just another kiss given, but why does his heart keep accelerating at the thought of you?

warnings : cursing, kys joke, mutual pining, sickening love that leaves singles ( me ) crying for one chance, heeseung comes so dangerously close you might faint imagining it, slight jealousy, suggestive? descriptions of making out, heeseung kisses another girl like twice ( booooo ), cucumbers

word count : 7.7k ( i have absolutely no vocab left in my head )

nella’s notes : long fics are so hard to write i am not fit for this?! kudos to those amazing amazing writers because how… again, not my best ( I’m past my peak ) so please please please give me feedback. i will read it when i stop being such a coward and face the fact that this is extremely mid.

for astrid : thank you so sososososo much for constantly hyping me up and cheering me on during the writing process. you were the first person i ever gave a spoiler to and you really make me feel like i’m floating whenever you say that you can’t wait for this very fic to come out ( i hope it lives up to at least half your standards )❤️‍🔥😻‼️

for rim : thank you cat woman, george, the cavity to my toothpaste for beta reading and helping me improve the flow of the whole fic ++ dealing with my dramatic ass cause told you not to text one too many times😈🕺🤨 this is the middest thing i’ve ever churned out but you actually read it so you’re literally on top☝️

important

part one of hylfab series :: series masterlist

LOVE is crazy and unpredictable, like the storm that comes after a sunny day. It washes you, drenching your whole body and soul in it. And some people decide to run, seeking for shelter desperately while others decide to dance in the shower of nature, accepting the love the earth blesses them with. But you, you were the type who waited for it with anticipation, crazily in love with the thought of love.

You feel a drop and then another. A kiss. A kiss. And then another kiss.

i. when your grassy lips touch mine

“With seconds left on the clock, Decelis’ Captain Lee Heeseung looks determined to score a tiebreaker, he’s driving towards the basket, and with a layup he-” You watch the boy whizz through the court, light on his feet as he dodges everyone in his way.

The way he moves is magnetic, you think, and he jumps easily tossing the ball into the basket.

“Scores!” And you’re on your feet, eyes wide and mouth agape as your scream blends into the cheers of your fellow schoolmates. “Lee Heeseung has done it once again, he’s led his team into the semifinals of the HYBE Basketball Tournament!”

The final whistle blows and you watch as the basketball team huddle together, specifically at a number 11, who was patting your good friend Jungwon on the back. The sweat from his temple rolls down to his chin as he pulls his jersey to wipe it, exposing the tiniest bit of skin that leaves you blushing.

“Would it hurt for you to look away once in a while?” Minjeong says, rolling her eyes, “I know you like him but god, get a change of scenery or you’ll get bored.”

The tips of your ears turn pink as you turn your head towards her, rebutting, “One, looking at him is a change of scenery from looking at you. Two, I was literally looking at Jungwon so that I could go congratulate him.” She scoffs, rolling her eyes at your pitiful attempt to explain yourself.

“Y/n! Minjeong!” Jungwon yells, capturing the attention of the both of you as you stop your bickering to congratulate him. As you walk down the steps, your eyes move to Heeseung, eyeing the way his tongue darts out to lick his lips as he listens to his coach.

You think he’s gorgeous, how his hands move to brush his hair back and how his skin glowed under the harsh lighting of the hall. His gaze shifts to meet yours for a split second before returning back, nodding at something his coach said.

“Congratulations Won, you were amazing!” Minjeong exclaims, giving him a big slap on the back. “Yeah Won, you’re the MVP of this game in my heart,” you add, passing him a water bottle like you always do after his matches. He holds back a laugh and you shoot him a sharp glare, cautioning him not to embarrass you in any way, especially when Heeseung was right beside him.

Before he can reply, Heeseung returns, patting Jungwon on the shoulder. “I have to get something for Coach Yoon, see you at the afterparty later?” Jungwon nods and he smiles, gaze darting from Jungwon to Minjeong to you before taking his leave.

“You’d think from the way you look right now, it’s the first time you’ve seen his face. But from the amount of times you’ve watched him from behind, I guess it actually is.” Minjeong jokes.

“Kill youself,” you reply, cursing her under your breath. It wasn’t the first time she’s teased you about your crush on Lee Heeseung. Just as you were about to call Minjeong out on the way she acted with her crush, your phone rings.

“Shit, sorry guys, I can’t hang out today. My brother just returned home yesterday, and he’s here to pick me up.” You apologise as you hurriedly grab your bag.

“Sunoo’s back? Tell him we said hi, and that we can’t wait to see him around school again!” Jungwon says, as the two of them wave goodbye to you.

The sky was turning a dark shade of blue as you finally breathed in some fresh air, starkly contrasting the musky smell of sweat that occupied the arena. Humming a song under your breath as you made your way across the empty hallway to the academy’s carpark.

“Hey, is anyone there?” The sound of rattling and thumping breaking the serene silence you were walking in. You turn, eyes at work, trying to find where the seemingly familiar voice was coming from. “Hello?” Your eyes dart to the equipment store.You walk towards the storage room, easily turning the knob on the door, opening it only to find Lee Heeseung, in all his glory, holding a door knob?

“Thank god, someone heard me,” he heaved a sigh of relief, hand moving up yet again to brush his hair back – which came to be useless as the strands of hair returned back to their places on his forehead. “Thank you so much, Jungwon’s friend,” he says, tossing the door knob into an empty basket.

“Jungwon’s friend?” You ask, head tilting in curiosity.

“Yeah, aren’t you Jungwon’s friend? I saw you with him just now. Thank you again for helping me.” He replies, meeting your gaze for the third time today and you feel a little faint.

“I helped you,” you repeated, processing his words, “well then, you owe me,” a lazy grin spreading on your face.

“What?” he says, slight shock evident in his voice, “what do you mean I owe you?”

You sigh exaggeratedly, “I was busy but I still helped you, and now I’m late for a meeting with a very important person. So, you owe me.”

“Okay,” he trails off, “so you want me to buy you lunch?”

“Lunch? Huh, is that how you ask out all of your side chicks,” you joke, having fun teasing the oblivious boy in front of you, “chuck them in a smelly room with you then tell them you’ll treat them for lunch?”

He scoffs, eyeing you for the first time. He thinks you’re pretty, how you were drowning in Jungwon’s oversized jersey with cheeks painted in streak of Decelis’ renowned navy blue and white. “No lunch then, so what exactly do you want, hm pretty girl?”

You look him up and down, and he’s intrigued. He’s used to girls falling to their knees for him. The kind with shy personas yet starkly contrasting gazes, as if they were going to eat him up. But he’s never really seen the look in your eyes, like you had him where he was supposed to be, and he was obliged to listen to your every beck and call.

“How about, “ you pause, thinking, “a kiss.”

“A kiss?” Heeseung’s taken aback. Never in his life has he been asked for a kiss this directly, especially not from such a pretty girl like you. He watches as you look up at him, doe eyes and glossy lips, and he thinks he’s gotten soft. “Sure,” he agrees cooly, keeping his composure.

You wonder where the surge of confidence had come from as you tilt your head up, gesturing to him to bend down before you move in.

He catches a whiff of your perfume before tasting the honeyed vanilla of your lips. It’s sweet yet subtle and he can’t help but yearn for more. His fingertips dance on your waist as he pulls you closer, hair softly brushing against his face as he drowns in the cream-like warmth of you.

He thinks paradise is between your lips and he’s in a dream. Like his heart is a stone that skims across the ocean of your skin, leaving dents of throbbing desire with every touch of your tongue with his.

But before he can go any further, you break the kiss, a frown etched on your face as you wipe your lips.

“Ugh, what is on your lips? Do you use some kind of olive oil lip balm? That’s disgusting,” you say, looking up to him appalled. “Don’t know if it’s you or the girl you kissed before the game, but whatever it is, it’s nauseating.”

Heeseung’s taken aback and wants to refute, but you were already walking out of the equipment room, the back of your hand trying to rub off the lingering taste of grass on your lips. He scoffs at your disappearing silhouette, ignoring the slight disappointment at the back of his mind.

It’s fine, he thinks, it’s just another kiss.

ii. stomach, meet butterflies

It’s been four days and Heeseung still can’t get you out of his mind. Suddenly you were everywhere, at basketball training, five people in front of him in line at the cafeteria ( he counted ), and his eyes constantly wandered, sifting through the different faces just to find a doe eyed girl with a sharp tongue and witty attitude.

The arm wrapped around his bicep tugs him down, bringing him for a kiss. It’s bitter and sour all at once, and he can taste it, the hint of the grass-tasting product on Sooji’s lips.

“Hey, what product do you use on your lips?” Heeseung asks her, curious of the disgusting flavour of the girl’s lip gloss.

“You like it that much, huh?” She purrs, shifting closer to Heeseung. “It’s actually cucumber, all natural as well, makes my lips softer. My mother actually bought it for me when she went to –” Heeseung nods, tuning out the girl’s annoyingly high pitched voice as he finds himself looking for you in the midst of the crowd of the cafeteria yet again.

To his surprise, he finds you already staring at him and he awkwardly shifts in his seat, moving away from Sooji. He doesn’t know why, but it suddenly feels wrong to be sitting so close to a girl, kissing and touching Sooji who he’s barely had five full conversations with when you were around. ( even if you were sitting across the cafeteria )

Heeseung can’t hear your soft voice that keeps replaying in his head, so he results to just watching as you break eye contact to wave your hand at Jungwon, who was walking towards your table. The way your eyes sparkle as Jungwon approaches you and your friends, and the grin plastered on your face as you call him out by his nickname irks Heeseung.

‘Won’, one simple syllabus and a silly nickname. So why is he feeling envious?

You’re just another girl he’s kissed, nothing more. He thinks, trying to console himself. It didn’t matter that you were confident, hilarious, or the prettiest person he’s ever met. Nor is it about how your lips felt so so soft against his, the taste of delicate vanilla that stayed on the tip of his tongue.

“Seungie, are you even listening to me?” a shrill voice interrupting his thoughts, and he turns back, annoyed at the fact that his line of sight was no longer you, but a cakey face of makeup paired along with a sickening amount of perfume. “What was I talking about?”

“Uh…cucumber lip balm?” He’s dazed, all his attention on you, not sparing a single glance at the girl leeched onto his arm. He can’t help but be mesmerised at how alive you were as you laughed along with your friends, the strong glare of the sun somehow cradled your figure, like a natural spotlight.

It’s like you have him wrapped around your finger, unknowingly tying up his heartlines like telephone cords. And he doesn’t know what to do.

So he results in asking Cupid. “I’ve retired Hee,” she says, “I’m not cupid anymore.” Her boyfriend Jay’s arm slung around her shoulder, as he twirls the ends of her hair.

“I’m not asking for matchmaking, I just don't know what to do next,” He mutters, slightly embarrassed. He’s Lee Heeseung, the basketball captain who led his team to the championships, the guy who could get any girl he liked, yet he finds himself stumbling over one small kiss with you.

Jay examines his friend’s expression, “if she really asked you for a kiss, then why are you the one chasing her around, following her like a lost puppy?” The girl beside him stifles a giggle, unable to fathom how the tables had finally turned. That after constantly teasing the both of them for following each other everywhere, it was finally his turn.

“Am not,” he argues, arms crossed and eyebrows furrowed.

The couple looks at him in disbelief, “you’ve literally been asking around about her, looking for her every second you’re free, or do you not remember?”

Heeseung remembers. How could he ever forget when all he does these days is stare at you.

“You’re down, bad.” Jay’s voice bringing him back to reality, “so? She liked the kiss, right?”

Heeseung sighs, not knowing how to answer. He enjoyed it, but did you? Most probably not. Not when his lips were smothered with Sooji’s all-natural cucumber balm ( they make your lips soft, but at what cost? ) “You promise not to laugh?” he casts knowing looks at the duo who loved making fun of him, “she said my lips taste like grass.”

He watches as Jay and his girlfriend hold back their laughter, looking at each other in amusement. “Oh god, she’s way out of your league,” he says, “we have to meet her.”

Heeseung groans, palms rubbing his face as he deliberates why he ever came in the first place, “just fucking tell me what I should do.”

iii. if i had two hearts, i would fall for you twice

You think it’s pathetic; you’re pathetic — as you watch the boy you’ve liked for a year bend down to kiss a different girl with his lips, as if nothing had ever happened just a few days ago. Maybe you were being dramatic, making a big deal out of such a normal act from Lee Heeseung, but you couldn’t help but frown at the thought of your unrequited feelings.

Though you were the one who broke the kiss up, you had to admit it was one of the best kisses you’ve ever received in your life. An intricate memory of your first kiss with your crush that should be stored in the treasure chest of your heart. You wished it could last forever. But tasting another girl’s gloss on his lips made you feel so worthless, like you were a side piece – even if he wasn’t really yours to begin with.

“He’s a wuss, he’s a coward,” Minjeong exclaims as the both of you sit on the bleachers of Decelis’ indoor sports hall, “he gets the kiss of his life, follows you around school like a bitchless loser, and when you finally look at him he kisses someone else?”

You slap your palms onto Minjeong’s mouth, nodding your head towards the hall full of basketballers practising. “Way to be secretive,” you groan, “but I guess it’s normal for him to kiss people. Plus, he does not follow me around, he’s always with Sooji.”

“We literally saw him outside our class just now, looking directly at you through the window,” she comments, “you’ve definitely caught his attention.”

You sigh, watching Heeseung as he bends down to catch a breather, body flushed like roses as he mouths something to his teammate. And you think it would take you more than a lifetime to get over the boy. He never needs to know how you replay your conversation with him in your head all the time. The way he smiled when you opened the door, the lovesick feeling that only he could give you.

“No, I-” you start, turning to face Minjeong, before you are interrupted by her furious tapping, “yeah, you did, because he’s on the way here right now.”

“Hey Y/N, hey Minjeong,” he greets, standing in front of you looking like a god. Your eyes widen in shock as your name rolls off his tongue and you’re buzzing, burning, flying.

“Hey guys,” Jungwon follows, hands reaching out to ruffle your hair and you scream.

“Won, it took me such a long time to do my hair today,” you complained, whining as you glare at him in anger, completely forgetting the fact that your crush was right in front of you at the thought of your messed up look, “and your palms are sweaty.”

“This is the one I told you about, the brat,” Jungwon explains to Heeseung, a playful glint in his eyes as he points towards you. Heeseung looks at you, an amused smirk forming on his lips.

“I know what she’s like,” he says, “we’ve talked before.” Your heart squirms around your chest under his gaze. We’ve kissed. You think, as you calm the throbbing heart of yours.

“So,” you start, attempting to change the topic at the price of your embarrassment, “what brings the almighty captain of our basketball team here? Doesn’t really seem like you’re in need of any saving.” You trail off, smiling at the thought of getting back at him.

“Of course not, pretty girl,” he challenges back, neither of you backing down, “but if you want, you can save me anytime.” You don’t know when he moved in, so close you shuffle back.

And you think that God was so unfair, that the universe hated everyone but Lee Heeseung. Because it was criminal, how he looked so good drenched in sweat with flushed cheeks and pretty eyes so powerful one gaze could easily knock a faint hearted out.

“Do I look that easy?” You tilt your head, the tips of your lips curving up forming a sly smile, “you might be smooth, Lee, but I don’t save just anybody.”

“Well, thank god I’m not just anybody,” he mutters before moving back, a cocky smirk plastered on his face, “so, would you come save me?”

Heeseung’s words bury itself in every layer of skin belonging to you, and he owns every feeling that blossoms in the pit of your stomach when you think of him. You hear him, and almost plead for him to save you as you stargaze at the opaque galaxies in his irises.

“Since you so earnestly begged,” you answer, catching a small falter in your voice. And he crushes you with his reply.

“You promised,” the creaminess of his voice wrapping around you as the shrill sound of his coach’s whistle cuts the tension between the both of you. “See you soon, pretty girl.”

He runs off, leaving you tongue tied, numb, as your heart falls again and again.

iv. language is so miserably insufficient when i talk about you

Heeseung makes lists in his head about what he wants in a lover, like brown hair and a sweet voice. Athletic, and maybe someone soft, gentle, and caring to him. And it’s all bullshit. Because people aren’t lists and the girl he’s staring at across the hallway is showing him that.

You’re different from the list in his head, equipped with a sharp mind and a sense of humour that actually makes people laugh like they mean it. And he finds you spilling into him, but for once he doesn’t care. His veins brimming, bones soft, and lungs inflated as his lips smiles at the remembrance of the imprint of your mouth on his.

He doesn’t know when it happened, barely catching himself slipping away from his past antics of having random cheerleaders on his arms or giving kisses because he felt like it. Now, he felt the need to save. To save his unlimited kisses for someone, you, who stood across the hallway with perfume that smelt like a fleeting dream.

“Bro’s too love struck to even look at us when we talk,” Jake says, eyeing the boy with hearts in his eyes.

“Just go for it,” Sunghoon pipes up, “how hard can it be to get a girl?”

Heeseung’s head whips back, eyes slitted as he glared hardly at him. “You wouldn’t even know, you’re too busy arguing with that neighbour of yours.”

“Just give her flowers and shit, girls like that.” Sunghoon rolls his eyes, unable to even imagine why his friends were all so infested with their love lives now.

Jay slaps Sunghoon on his back, face contorting into slight annoyance. “Not all girls like that, you have to get to know her, what she likes, and what she doesn’t. Don’t take advice from a idiot who shows his liking by being a nuisance to his crush.”

“I do not like her, she is the most annoying person in the universe.” Sunghoon refutes. And Heeseung stares at the scene — of two of his friends bickering.

He turns to Jake, gesturing as if asking him to tell Heeseung his thoughts and Jake sighs, “not me bro, I’m literally fake dating my crush and she thinks every gift or kiss i give her is fake. You should listen to Jay.”

So Heeseung turns to Jay, face with an expression ever so vulnerable; with the innocence of a love struck puppy and the wish to become a lover.

“I mean,” Jay starts, and Heeseung’s eyebrows furrow in concentration, wanting to capture every last detail of Jay’s love advice. “Do you like her?”

It’s a simple question but it wrings the life out of Heeseung. Liking someone is simple, but admitting it is not.

And he thinks back, to the time when he felt as if he kissed the garden of eden on the lips, tinted mosaic love, heart soft in soft hands, warm fingertips grazing warm skin. He smiles, and fuck, he likes you. A lot.

He opens his mouth, but is too overwhelmed by the enriching feeling washing him down. So he results in just nodding, and for once his eyes sparkle; so bright it puts the sun to shame.

“Then go talk to her, ask her out, find out what she likes to do, what she despises, and go for it.” Jay answers, reminiscent of the time he first felt the intense feeling of love, of crush.

Heeseung doesn’t need to be told twice as he makes a beeline to you. It’s not the first time he’s approaching you, yet his palms are sweaty and his breath is staggered when he reaches you at your locker.

You look up from your phone to the boy who stands in front of you, shadow casted onto the screen of your phone. “Lee Heeseung, fancy seeing you here. What’s up?”

Your voice is tranquil as it kisses his eyelids, that he can now no longer see anyone but you. His mind turns a blank sheet — the flower petal used to write you the sweetest letter erased.

“Uh, Friday?” He stutters, and he mentally kills himself for losing composure in front of you. “I mean,” he pauses, catching his breath, “hey, are you free Friday?”

You stifle a laugh at the poor boy’s lack of speech, his obnoxious confidence replaced with fragile dandelions at the tip of his tongue.

“Sure,” he’s cute, “see you Friday Heeseung.”

And he feels like he’s scored a winning basket.

v. my heart is so full of you, i can hardly call it my own

The devil works hard, but Lee Heeseung works harder. With his muscular arms crossed against his chest, body leaning against the metal frame of your locker as he waits, like he has for the past hour, scanning the crowd for you.

“Sorry for the long wait, Heeseung.” you say as you approach. Hearing his name come out from your lips made the hairs on the back of his neck stand. He’s never known a better sound than his name on your lips.

“No problem,” he replies, staring into the same eyes that got him hooked and he thinks, “she’s so pretty, I could cry,” a pretty girl, his pretty girl with pretty hair and pretty eyes. “I’ll always wait for you.”

You look away nonchalantly, but he’s observant enough to notice the blush forming on your cheeks. “Okay, loverboy, if that’s what you want to do.” And he laughs, fingertips sliding around your wrist as he pulls you out of school.

“Hey! Where are you taking me,” you exclaim at the sudden movement from the boy who opens suns in your heart, “this is so ungentlemanly of you! Is this how you take all your side chicks out? Manhandle them?”

Heeseung stops in his tracks, turning his body around before pulling you in by the wrist. His eyes etched onto yours, “stop being such a princess and just follow me.”

And with that he continues to lead you into the mall, a winner’s smile etched on his face at the thought of your shocked expression.

He pulls you into the mall, guiding you to the arcade situated on the ground floor, professionally swerving through the crowd of children to the basketball machines tucked in the corner of the bustling place.

“This? You want me to save you, the almighty basketball captain, from an arcade shooting game?” You say, a baffled expression on your face.

“I hold the highest score, sweetheart,” he replies cockily, as he watches you scoff at his arrogance.

“Oh, so this is a challenge?” You say as you jokingly stare him down, and he smiles. He smiles because he sees the warmth in your eyes, so intense he was sure you could read all of his thoughts, everything he felt and thought about you, written on his pupils.

“Yeah, whatever you wish,” he mumbled to himself, his heart swelling at the sight of you so adorably eager to win.

You turn to him, snapping him out of his thoughts, “play with me, Hee, I want to see your face when you lose.”

And he goes mad at the way your eyes morph into crescents when you laugh, stars glittering your smile and your face so colourful. He slowly finds that with you around, everything's a blur and time moves too quickly.

You laugh and he feels…relief. Relieved that you simply exist, and he’s privileged enough to exist with you in the same lifetime, in the same world, right beside you.

It’s an easy win for you, but only because he’s distracted by the pureness of your giggles, his eyes constantly moving away from the metal netting of the basketball hoop to you.

“Loser,” you exclaim, sticking your tongue out in sheer happiness. It wasn’t often that you would beat a captain of a basketball team in his sport after all, “now you have to treat me to ice cream.”

He’s about to refuse before he holds himself back, wanting to blurt out how it was you who caused him the loss. “Don't’ be a sore loser, Hee, not everyone can be blessed with such immaculate talents,” you teased.

You are not wrong. You are immaculately talented with the way you spin his heart dizzy, lightheaded, drunk on the tiniest of memories he has with you. You may not be the world, but you are everything that makes the world good. And now that Heeseung’s met you, he thinks all he’s done in his life was just existing, not living.

A soft tug snaps him out of his daydream of you, tiny fingers bunching the fabric of his shirt. “Excuse me, can you help me?”

Before he can register the unfamiliar voice, you’re already bending down, squealing over the cute boy, “Aww, you’re so adorable!”

You interact excitedly with the little boy, eyes practically shaped into hearts as you stare at him in adoration. “I’ll help you, let’s go! Don’t ask this sore loser, he’s still crying over how I absolutely trashed him in basketball!”

Heeseung bends down as he gasps, feigning hurt. “You wound me, princess,” a hand on his chest as he entertains the small boy in front of him.

“Hyung, why is your girlfriend so mean to you?” His eyes wide as he asks ever so innocently, scratching the side of his head in confusion.

“Ah, he’s not-”

“Yeah, why are you so mean to me, my girlfriend?” He sided with the little boy, turning to face you. He’s amused as you shoot him a warning look, mind racking for a response in your flustered state.

He wishes that he could hear about all the thoughts flying through your head at the moment. He wishes that inside, there’s a garden blooming just for him.

Do you think about him the way he thinks about you?

The question gnaws at him, because even though he knows that you have had a crush on him, he doesn’t know what it feels like.

But maybe now he does.

It’s like he’s hell bound and you’re heaven sent, and he’s never really believed in love at first sight ( or kiss ) till he met you. But there was no other explanation, of why his eyes looked for you in the midst of the crowd even when he barely knew your name and just the taste of your lips, or why his pulse would jump whenever he hears your name even though he’s at the other end of the hallway.

You haunt him, and he loses sleep as he stares at the countless stars in the sky, looking for one that’s shaped like the stars in your eyes.

Pouting, you try to explain yourself, “he’s mean to me first,” you say, putting the blame on Heeseung. But to your dismay, the little boy doesn’t believe you one bit.

“He literally looks at you like how a dog looks at a bone,” Heeseung’s laughter rings through your ear and into your heart as the tips of your ear blush red.

“You make it seem like he wants to eat me,” you say, hands moving up to soothe the heat of your ears.

“But he looks like he wants to kiss you so badly,” and Heeseung wonders how the little boy is so accurate in his observations. You’re stunned, and he takes the chance to dip down, finally tasting the sweet vanilla dripping from your lips again.

“Come on, I’ll help you,” Heeseung says as he stands up, grasping the tiny hand of the boy, “my girlfriend is a little preoccupied right now.”

vi. one boy, thousand feelings

You presume that you’ll never finish falling in love with Lee Heeseung now that he’s planted himself firmly in the garden of your life, conducting the butterflies in your stomach with how he waits for you after school at your locker, in the same leaning stance that has slowly become familiar after the past two weeks.

You remember when you asked him why he waited in that stance, with his arms crossed leaning against the locker coolly. And you remember calling him a hypocrite when he said it was the position he looked best in, because all he was in your eyes was a loser.

Or because he always looked his best in your eyes.

Even so, with his charming tactics and smooth ways, here you are; with a sour aftertaste in your mouth and a sunken heart as Minjeong asks you about the basketball game this evening.

“So he didn’t ask you to watch him at the basketball game?” She scoffs, “what a boyfriend he is.”

“He’s not my boyfriend,” you reply, bashful at the intimate label. “And maybe it’s because he knows I always go either way.”

“But still,” she reasons, “with the way he goes around proclaiming and calling you his girlfriend, he should’ve at least asked.”

You sigh. Maybe it’s a sign, you think, a sign that he doesn’t actually like you as much as he seems to, a wake up call that this will never be real, that it’ll forever stay a coin that you’ve thrown into the wishing well.

“Don’t worry Y/N,” Minjeong consoles, “we’ll be going together, matching in Jungwon’s jerseys! Who wants to match with Lee Heeseung when you can match with the Kim Minjeong instead?”

A small smile forms at the words of your best friend, “okay then, let’s go get ready, I can’t wait to match with the Kim Minjeong.”

She squeals, pulling you into her room, where two of Jungwon’s white jerseys hung. And you spend the afternoon with Minjeong, giggling and gossiping, as you dress up to watch the basketball game.

The both of you finally reach the indoor hall, seated at the usually second row of your school’s bleachers. Eyes scanning the crowd of boys on the basketball court, only to find Heeseung in the midst of the chaos.

The gradual beat of your heart suddenly accelerates. No, you were supposed to be upset that he didn’t invite you, get your act together, you think to yourself.

Curse him, curse Lee Heeseung, because with that face and skill, it was near impossible to look away. He dazzles on the court, easily manoeuvring past everyone, and you’re way too distracted by trying to keep your gaze off him you barely focus on the scores.

‘Jungwon, I’m here for Jungwon’ is the mantra you tell yourself as you fix your gaze on your other best friend, who was proclaimed to be the upcoming ace of Decelis’ basketball team.

And he proves it himself, with the way he catches the ball thrown to him by Heeseung, eyes focused as he shoots a clean three pointer.

You and Minjeong immediately stand up cheering, hollering like crazy fans. “Oh my gosh, with the way he’s playing, he’s definitely getting mvp tonight instead of Heeseung.” A wide smile on her face starkly contrasting yours, “looks like lover boy isn’t doing so well today.”

Turning to look at him, your heart squeezes, not only because of your deep feelings for the boy, but also due to how drained he looks. Face pale as sweat drips down his hair onto the court in droplets.

You hate yourself. For not paying attention, for being petty, for missing out on how his legs tremble ever so slightly as he struggles to stand straight.

He looked fine at a glance but the more you observed his actions you realise how much of a bad shape he was in. A huge sigh of relief exits you when the halftime whistle blows and you fly down the stands to the barrier, sourness replaced with worry.

“Heeseung,” you call, and amidst the bustle of the hall he hears you clearly, jogging to you with shining eyes.

“Hey my pretty girlfriend,” he says with a small frown as he examines your outfit, “why are you wearing Jungwon’s jersey?”

You ignore the boy’s envy laced comment, “Hee, are you feeling okay? You didn’t look too good on court today.”

He musters up a tired smile, “only because a pretty girl is watching me, makes me nervous.”

You sigh as your words enter his left ear and exit through his right, “I think you should sit out for the last half of the game,” your eyebrows furrow in worry, “don’t overwork yourself.”

You wonder if the boy in front of you is even registering your words when you see the dazed look in his eyes, as if he was ticked off by something on you.

“Lee Heeseung, are you listening to me?”

“Why are you wearing Jungwon’s jersey?” He repeats, this time in a stern tone that sends shivers down your spine. His voice raspy as he asks.

“I always do, you know that,” unaware of the situation you were in, “not like it matters.”

“It does,” he grunts, “how can my girlfriend wear another boy’s jersey to my game, cheering his name, and waving a sign for him.”

“You never gave me yours,” you mutter under your breath, not wanting to seem too dramatic in front of him, “and I’m not even your girlfriend.”

A string of curses leave his mouth under his breath, and he pauses for a moment, “yet,” he says, “you’re not my girlfriend yet.”

And you feel like you could look into his eyes forever, memorise the mesmerising patterns of his irises. More than that, maybe you could recognize him by his touch alone, by smell even; you would know him blind, by the rhythm of his breaths, the loudness of his footsteps.

The call of Heeseung’s name breaks your gaze from his, and you gesture to him to go back. But his eyes are etched to your face, as if you were an angel bestowed upon him.

“Hee,” you echo his teammate’s calls, “your teammates are calling.” And he snaps out of it at the sound of your voice, nodding before placing a soft kiss at the corner of your lips.

“Wait for me,” he says, expression serious. And you liked it, how it softened slightly when he looked at you. Like the way he looked at you differed from how he looked at anyone else.

Heeseung turns away but you pull him back, fingers encasing his wrists, cheeks sullied the colour of love, “don’t strain yourself out there, you’re always the best player to me.”

You don’t know how your reassurance melts him, thaws him down to his raw emotions and bones. You squeeze his wrists, offering him a comforting smile, and he thinks he’s fucked.

vii. i think i’ll call you love !

Heeseung thinks the universe must hate him, as he blows his nose into the nth tissue of the day. He had so much planned; to finally treat you to ice cream from your previous date, and to ask you to finally be his girlfriend. But he thinks it’s all ruined.

He doesn’t know the exact moment he fell for you, nor did he know that he would fall. But he thinks that’s the beauty in it, that he wasn’t even looking when he found you.

“We could get ice cream,” he suggests, voice low and stuffed as he sniffs. Watching the adorable way your face scrunches up in disbelief entertains Heeseung as you scold him for not taking care of himself properly.

“Ice cream? When you’re sick?” casting a stern glance at the tall boy, “do you want to die?”

He smiles at your cute expressions, and god he wants to kiss you so badly. There wasn’t a single word in the universe to describe how he felt about you.

There’s nothing in the world he’ll ever find more beautiful than you. Not the sun. Not the moon. Not even the galaxy compares to the light you radiate.

Yes, as long as the last thing he’d see was you. He wants to reply, but instead a few coarse coughs exit his throat as his hands fly up to cover his mouth.

“I think you should head home, Hee,” you say, anxious for him, “you’re burning up.” Your hands push his hair back gently as you gauge his temperature from your touch on his forehead. “I told you that you should’ve sat out from yesterday’s basketball game.”

“Guess I’m in need of saving again,” he mumbles, resting his forehead on your shoulder, nausea drifting away at the smell of your vanilla perfume.

Your hand caresses him back, softly asking him to stand up before pulling him to the direction of the nurse’s office.

“No,” he groans, “let’s go out.”

You tsked at Heeseung’s childish complaining, “stop being such a big baby and follow me.”

“I hate the smell of the nurse’s office,” he whines, “let’s go.”

And he pulls you, hands encasing your fingers as he walks out of school. “Where?” You ask, not even trying to persuade the boy to go back, as if he would listen to you.

“Home,” he says, pulling you across the road, passing a few houses before he stops.

“This is your house? I never knew you lived so close to school.”

“You don’t know where your boyfriend lives?” he teases, masking the dizzy feeling in his head, “and yet I know so much about you. Like how you like to dance, how you’re called the pretty girl of your year, how you devour strawberry covered chocolates like you’re starved.”

You’re blushing and Heeseung is proud. “Asking around about me now, Hee? Don’t make it so obvious, or else people might think you’re obsessed.”

Maybe he was. Obsessed with you. He sees you before he sees anything else in the room, vanilla was never his favourite scent till he smelt it on you, and he’s tangled, blurred into you.

He unlocks the door and welcomes you in, watching as you look around in awe, “Oh my god, you look so cute here!” You point towards a framed picture of a baby Heeseung placed on the top of a drawer.

He flushes, quickly moving to turn the photo down before awkwardly changing the topic. “How about we watch a movie?”

“Didn’t we come here so you could rest?” You say, “You should go to sleep Hee, I’ll let myself out.”

He shakes his head furiously, distasting the idea of missing precious time with you. “No, let’s watch a movie,” he insists.

“Fine,” you sigh at the stubborn boy, “just for a while then you go to sleep.”

Heeseung randomly chooses a movie, unable to focus as he flops back onto his sofa. He moves his head, laying it on your shoulder, shifting to find a comfortable position.

And it’s silent as the both of you watch the movie, with Heeseung’s head propped on your shoulder, curled up against you.

Heeseung, for once, feels at peace. His head is void of basketball strategies or maths equations, filled with just you. With the lovely silken murmur of your breath, like an angel clad in wings and the soothing feeling of strawberries, cherries, and kisses during spring.

He can’t take it anymore, it’s killing him. He hates how nothing goes according to plan, how he couldn’t take you out today, tease you in front of the world and ask you to be his. But he guesses this is what love really is, not really showing you off, no. But more so the urgency to trace over the spots you last touched, a gentle graze, a pat on the shoulder, or even a simple hug. He feels you even when you’re not near, and your scent has perfectly settled into his senses.

“Be my girlfriend Y/n,” he blurts out, “my real girlfriend.”

You freeze up, in shock and he feels the need to explain, to confess, to cough up all the words that are stuck in his throat.

“I like you, so much I can’t put it into words. You’re stuck in my head, everywhere I go you’re the first person I’ve come to look for. Anytime someone looks at you, or speaks to you, I’m jealous. I want all your minutes and all your words. I want all of you, to myself, all the time. I-”

You cut him off, lips pressing against his. This is what it’s like to kiss Venus, he thinks. And he never thought a kiss could be such a dream. His heart intoxicated, his mind derailing into madness, anaesthetised bodies against each other as the both of you run wild like the fire in your veins.

Giving in and pulling away, taking it all in with smoke in the air, in the comfort of each other's arms and sedated beings. Just you and him.

“So, is that a yes?” He’s dazed and worried, worried that you would say no and he’d never be able to forget about you.

You crack a big grin, giggling at his stupid question. Your cheeks dusted in fairy red as you glow, “I guess you’re my real boyfriend now, Lee Heeseung.”

viii. i don’t know how you do it, but i’m forever ruined by you

Instead of the usual #04 on the back of your shirt, you’re donning a #01. Definitely because your boyfriend was a jealous brat, and not because you wanted to. ( Actually you instantly agreed when he asked you to )

It’s been two weeks and you’re absolutely sick. Sick of the butterfly galore fested in your stomach, and even more so of the handsome boy who owns it, constantly clinging onto you like he was right now.

“Babe, I can’t believe you’re not going to give me a good luck kiss, I’m literally going to faint right now.” He says, dramatically flopping into your arms.

“I know you’re weak Hee,” you say to the boy who looks extremely happy in your arms, “but I can’t be saving you all the time.”

“But you’re a hero. My hero.” He replies, his words working past the interlacing fingers of your ribs, there, into your heart. And you can and never will get enough of Heeseung, with his tall figure and messy hair, deep voice and words that come out of his mouth like waves you ride on into the ocean of love.

He says what he means and some people may mistake this for simplicity, but it doesn’t take a genius to cut into a heart. Especially with your boyfriend being a #01 idiot. ( your #01 idiot )

“Go to your teammates Hee, you’ve got a game to play.” You shoo him away, and his eyes widen, turning glossy as he crosses his arms at your words.

“Trying to get rid of me already? You hate me that much, huh babe?”

You huff, stepping into his embrace, hands snaking around his neck and his, your waist. You press a kiss onto his pillow lips, and you beg each other for warmth, till you’re rubicund flushed, till your lips and cheeks and sun-splotched.

He breaks the kiss, and both of you stay; forehead against forehead, your heavy breaths mixed with his. And he smiles, it’s sweet and easy, like milk, dribbling through your fingers in a laugh warm as the melting of a love scented candle. And it’s all the better for no one else to hear it. Because this is your loveline, this, you think, is living.

“Go kick their asses, boyfriend.”

bonus. somewhere far far away, in the land of eumpapas, nella presents ‘not so love letters’

Dear Y/n ( My Prettiest Hero ),

It’s been three years since we’ve started dating yet I’m still mad about you. This is the cheesiest shit I’m ever going to write so this is a warning to never use this as blackmail against me or show this to my family members when they ask you how I’ve been performing as a boyfriend. ( as if I’m not the best boyfriend in the world )

For the past three years, you’ve made my life so much easier to bear. My repetitive routines felt more lively, and you make my life better, all by just being you. In my long long life to come, it’s you, who will forever be the most special moment.

Though we may have argued over many petty things, especially during your senior year and my first year in uni, I wouldn’t change a thing. And I’ll choose you, over and over and over. Without a doubt, in a heartbeat, I’ll keep choosing you just like how you’ve chosen me.

Everything has a reason for falling, and I have you. I love you so much, I’m so glad heaven sent you to me.

Ps: stop laughing at my hair colours or I’ll replace your vanilla lip glosses with those cucumber ones you love.

A boy who's off his face, in love with you.

Lee Heeseung ( Your Hee )

exeunt. he kisses you even when the sun sleeps.

© eumpapas, 2023

damn I'm really affection-deprived

11:11 pm. yjw ☆

bf jungwon x gn! reader

syn: late rainy nights with yang jungwon.

wc: 1k.

mi's note🎧:im in a jungwon brainrot rn i miss him very badly. i also wrote this very long ago :> enjoy!!!!

the night rain poured on the rested city of seoul, each and every drop echoing, continuously hitting the cold, desolate streets. raindrops sat on windowsills, dancing on the glass, racing down to the edge. the teasing moon shied away behind a dark cloud, its light illuminating one side of a dimly lit bedroom. tonight was labeled as an enchanting night. a lonely one.

with windows open, the downpour playing a soft tune throughout your silent room, you sighed into the comfort of your fluffy pillows, gifted to you by a friend. your eyes glazed out the window, focusing on the playful glow of the moon, failing to notice the mere presence of another in the room.

“love?” 

shifting your body, you turned to face the owner of the voice. and there you were met with the alluring sight of a cherry headed boy, drying his damp, wet hair from the shower he previously took. you couldn't help but stare at him, mouth agape, eyes fixed on his simple cotton pajamas. how could someone be so effortlessly beautiful? 

hanging his wet towel, jungwon made his way towards the bed, sending you a soft smile.

“hi baby.” he said, plopping down next to you, the bed dipping due to the newly added weight. you snapped out of your trance, the cold tips of your ears hueing bright pink in embarrassment. pouting jokingly, you sat up, extending your arms outwards to embrace your lovely boyfriend in a hug, arms wrapping tightly around his frame, surrounding the boy with warmth. you sighed, inhaling the floral scent emitting from his body.

jungwon chuckled at the sudden affection and proceeded to return the hug, petting your head in advance. “what's wrong honey?” 

“i’ve missed you.” you said, voice muffling due to your face being squished into his chest. he let out a chuckle, the vibrations you felt against your cheeks causing you to look up at him because of the ticklishness. 

“stop laughing at me.” you frowned and looked away, untangling yourself out of his hold and turning fully so your back is facing away from him. his feline eyes creased in delight at your rare clinginess, his smile only extending. 

“heyyy – don’t do that.” he said poking your back and trying to tug on your shoulder, but unfortunately for the poor boy, you didn’t budge, arms crossing against your chest. a pout plastered itself on jungwons face, but it soon dissolved as his eyes lit up and broad shoulders lifted. he got an idea. 3, 2, 1.

“attack!” he yelled before charging at you (whom was very confused), bombarding you with lots and lots of tickles, using your ticklishness to his advantage. immediately, you burst into small giggles and jumbled words, body moving hastily, trying to avoid his fingers poking at your very ticklish curves. 

“s-stop! it tickles! gah jungwonfgh –” you screeched, trying to gently shove him off of you but now jungwon would not budge. his next move surprised you, as he seemingly pounced on you with a semi tackle, taking the both of you down against the sheets. as you plopped onto the silk pillows, loud laughter and a chorus of “nooo’s” emitted from the both of you. continuing to tickle you, you rolled around and successfully attempted to do the same back.

“y-yah!” he exclaimed, when you pinched his side. you continued to do so until he let out a loud yelp. “okay, okay, i’ll stop!” he cried out. you halted your movements when he did so and laughed at the heavily breathing boy, catching your own breath as well.

you two looked restless. both appeared with messy bedhead, wrinkled clothing and pink cheeks. the pillows were out of place and the sheets were rustled. (although it didn't matter since you were about to go to bed anyways). you glanced at each other, pure fondness reflecting in both of your eyes. giggling, you enveloped one another in a sweet caress.

leaning into your boyfriend's side, you snuggled your face into the crook of his neck, rubbing your cheek against it. jungwon sighed happily in contentment and tenderly wrapped his arms around you, laying back more comfortably. you embraced each other in silence, ears perking open to the light sounds of the rain as the pale moon shone down on the both of you. you were ethereal.

you began to place gentle, light kisses on the boy’s neck, causing the hair on his back to rise and goosebumps to run down his melanin skin. he sighed into your touch, pulling you even closer as he listened to your calming heartbeat- with his own beating erratically.

“jungwon.”

“hm?” you looked up at your boyfriend, eyes scanning his soft face and admiring his glowing features. jungwon proceeded to do the same, watching the way your eyebrows slightly flutter and your bottom lip getting trapped between your pearly whites. your small hands delicately  intertwined itself, combing through his locks, lulling the tired boy to sleep.

“nothing. just wanna say that i love you,” you mumbled with an endearing smile, making him shake his head and draw you in closer to his pounding chest, not the least bit afraid that you may hear it. your body rested atop his as the both of you clutched onto each other like two pieces of a puzzle. a perfect one. with you placing a chaste kiss on his cheek, jungwon swore he could feel the mere tip of a butterfly’s wing graze his whole heart. he loved you. he loves you. very, very much.

“i love you too y/n. always.” and he locked his lips with yours.

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nap time w/ ENHYPEN (hyung line)

pairing: ENHYPEN hyung line x gn!reader (established relationship)

genre: fluff & slice of life // warnings: none // WC:~2.24k

summary: as the title suggests nap time with hyung line! 

note: I hope you enjoy this as & that it reminds you that rest is just as important work.

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Heeseung

Nap time with Heeseung is mix of comfort and chaotic-ness. He loves cuddling with you which is no surprise. Something tells me before you two actually nap, he’s probably on his phone playing a game. Trying his best not to disturb you as you give into your tiredness.

Let’s be honest though, he isn’t the best at being quiet for too long. He’s cheering as he passes this level of the game he’s been grinding on for god knows how long. With that being said though, you’ll pat his chest softly as a reminder that he needs to be more quiet. Muttering a sorry to you and goes back to his game.

Did I mention, he loves having you lay on his chest? It makes him feels all warm and that he can protect you from things. A somewhat foolish belief but it helps him feel better. If there’s one thing he can do for you, it’s making sure you get rest when you need it. Y’all are both hard-workers, so it’s quite easy for you two to get so lost in the zone leaving no time to actually sit down & live life.

Before he joins you in dreamland, he’ll pepper your face with kisses. To the best of his ability, he’ll also try to bring the blanket closer to cover you - wanting to make sure you don’t get to cold. Somehow throughout the nap time, you get off of Heeseung’s chest and end up next to him. But whenever he feels like you’re the tiniest bit too far away from him, he brings you in closer.

In the case that he wakes up before you and realizes that it’s now dinnertime. Instead of waking you up gently, Heeseung decides to jump on the bed and shake you awake. Besides at this point in y’all’s relationship, he knows that you’d sleep through the gentle shaking or nudging. He unfortunately has been left with no choice but to wake you up as a child would. Not going to lie though, he sometimes enjoys it.

When your eyes finally flutter open to be met with Heeseung’s eyes glaring at you, you try not to scream. Lightly hitting him and asking what time it is. Only for you to hear what time it is and hitting again with “Why didn’t you wake me up earlier?? Now I’m not going to sleep tonight”. This always end up with him shrugging and telling you that he did try. Don’t worry, you end up apologizing as always and Heeseung knows you mean well. Sleeping at night with him is just as easy as it for both of you during nap time. Sure it might take a little longer but before you know it, the sun is already starting to rise when you wake up.

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warnings ⠀ mentions of food in sunoo's, not proofread. ⠀ genre ⠀ fluffy fluff, hcs / scenarios (?) IDK LMFAO ⠀ pairing ⠀ ot7 & gn!r

HEESEUNG⠀★⠀이희승

complimenting you randomly. it's so simple, yet so meaningful to both of you. mundane things fulfill your schedule for the day and, as you complete the tasks, heeseung vocalizes his thoughts: little grateful remarks. he's always delicate — vulnerable, even — when complimenting you. he quietly wraps his arms around your waist, sighing and leaning down to squish his cheek on your shoulder. “i love you so, so much.” a gentle whisper tells you while a kiss gets pressed on your temple. “you're beautiful, even though you look kinda stupid using my hoodie inside out.” your boyfriend chuckles, immediately helping you fix the piece of clothing you stole from him.

JAY⠀★⠀박종성

carrying “you” around. not literally, though if he wanted, he would. jay just grew used to having at least one physical pic of you with him, either on the back of a clear phone case or inside his wallet. if anyone asks jay why he has them, he'll simply answer that it makes him smile, and he likes smiling because of you. whenever you tell him you're feeling pretty he's already with his polaroid in hands, ready to photograph you. sometimes, jay doesn't take a perfect picture or waits for you to inform him of your high self-esteem, preferring to make it candid. usually, this would end up on him groaning and smoothening you in kisses, complaining that “it's not fair that you always look pretty!”

JAKE⠀★⠀심재윤

sending you flying kisses. jake really thinks he's extremely romantic for that, even when he actually looks stupid for his lovesick expression. you're on the other side of the room? flying kiss. you're beside him? flying kiss. you're telling your friends some shocking thing that happened to you? flying kiss. the gesture gets glued on jake's brain to the point he starts doing it every single time your eyes meet. eventually, he even begins taking selcas to send it to you when he's away; a hand cupped below his chin, rosy lips exaggeratedly pouting and big puppy eyes <'3

SUNGHOON⠀★⠀박성훈

giving in to your wants. don't even ask me why, but i see hoon as a stubborn person when it comes to personal things. however, when it comes to you, he's putty in your hands, ready to give up any of his plans so he can do what you want. sometimes sunghoon complains, jokingly saying that you're annoying him and that you never gives him a break. the next minute he's sitting still on your bed, letting you pick clothes for him and do his makeup, or even dragging him around seoul's busy streets to random places that piqued your interest. he will only let you do that to him, though.

SUNOO⠀★⠀김선우

saving you food. every time he eats a meal he saves a little bit for you. sometimes he writes down the snack's name in his phone notes, so he can get it for you another day. sunoo never forgets to give you bits and pieces of his own dish, bringing the fork, chopstick or even his hands carefully towards your face for you to take a bite of the delicious food. if you're busy with something and can't eat at the moment — but everyone eating — he'll pick a plate with the edibles and wait, just so he can share it with you.

JUNGWON⠀★⠀양정원

reading for you. he knows how much you like his voice, so whenever he's free, he lays down on your (or his) bed or couch with you on his chest, and reads your favorite book for you. he turns his voice into a deeper or high-pitched one whenever a different character starts their monologue (sometimes he even does background sounds that are mentioned in the novel). his fingers run through your hair as he proceeds to tell you the overdramatic story. jungwon is mischievous, often flicking your forehead when you close your eyes to relax a bit. of course, he always asks you for book recommendations, buying them and making sure that you'll get to hear all the tales.

Ni-Ki⠀★⠀西村力

poking you. riki doesn't do it with bad intentions or to tease you. i mean, only partly. he simply likes to catch your attention in a not so obvious manner. the teen will do it when you space out, when you need to be more attentive or, the most common one, for fun. if you ignore him, he'll keep up with his actions for a while until you give him enough love. you didn't gave up yet? ‘okay – yeah, fine.’ he thinks, crossing his arms and doing his best to look unbothered (which he's pretty good at). when you finally turn your attention towards riki, he'll roll his eyes, trying to ignore you back. but as soon as he catches a glimpse of your sulking face, he's hugging the life out of you.

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Safe in Your Arms

Koshi Sugawara x Fem!reader (y/n) , Comfort, Fluff, Drunk!Reader

The club was too loud, the music thrumming through your body like a second heartbeat. You weren’t sure how many drinks you had—enough to feel warm and a little unsteady, but not enough to black out. Still, you knew there was no way you could get home on your own.

So, you did the only thing that made sense: you called Sugawara.

The phone rang only twice before he picked up.

“Hey, sweetheart. What’s up?” His voice was gentle, always filled with that soft warmth that made you feel safe.

You hiccupped. “Koshi… I think I had too much.”

There was a pause before he sighed, the sound laced with amusement and worry. “Where are you?”

You slurred out the name of the club, and before you could say more, he was already moving. “Stay put. I’m coming to get you.”

The wait felt endless, your head growing heavy as the world spun a little too fast. But then, like a lighthouse guiding a ship through a storm, there he was.

Koshi Sugawara stood at the entrance, eyes scanning the crowd until they landed on you. Relief softened his features, and in an instant, he was by your side, steady hands finding your waist as he steadied you.

“Hey there, party girl,” he teased, his voice as soothing as a lullaby. “Had fun?”

You pouted, leaning into his touch. “Too much fun.”

He chuckled, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “Let’s get you home.”

The taxi ride was a blur of his voice murmuring soft reassurances, his fingers brushing through your hair when your head fell against his shoulder. You sighed, completely at ease in his presence.

By the time you reached your apartment, the exhaustion had fully set in. Koshi helped you inside, guiding you straight to the couch as he knelt to untie your shoes.

“You didn’t have to come,” you mumbled, watching him through half-lidded eyes.

He glanced up, a gentle smile on his lips. “Of course I did.”

Warmth bloomed in your chest, a different kind of intoxication washing over you—not from alcohol, but from him. From the way he took care of you, always.

As he tucked a blanket around you and sat beside you, you reached for his hand, giving it a weak squeeze. “You’re the best, Koshi.”

His thumb brushed over your knuckles, his voice barely above a whisper. “And you’re safe with me. Always.”

With that, you let sleep take over, feeling nothing but warmth, safety, and the quiet promise of his love.

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