Not Hoon Breaking The Ribbon 😭

A LITTLE MYSTERY NEVER HURT ANYBODY . . . pro-hero katuski bakugou x f ! actress reader. m—dni / fluff / hints of ‘tension’ and maybe suggestive… / established relationship / little smau at the end / not proofread / minors don’t read this !!

despite being a fairly new actress, you were able to catch the attention and hearts of the fans from your recent debut just two years ago. becoming a highly in-demand star, given every project possible just to be seen on the screen. however, you kept a secret. that one secret that could cause a frenzy, that the beloved actress of the nation is dating the one and only pro-hero dynamight.

they all assumed that they definitely knew the both of you are in a relationship… somehow. you had that certain glow and katsuki definitely made it sure that he’s not available. no matter how many fans tried to flirt, no matter how many interviews he’s gone through he says one thing very clear, “got a pretty girl already.” however, nobody knew it was with the two of you together.

countless articles are read about you, how you were overheard with a director from your upcoming series that you wanted to avoid any romantic scenes or a partner in general. which boosted more speculation on your ‘mysterious’ love life.

now, your manager says that she got you booked with a new project. you’ll be in a promotional shoot with a pro-hero for a fashion campaign with an upcoming designer. “that’s fine right? you’d be with someone in the shoot though.” your manager says. you shrug, looking over at the recent line the designer put out.

“it’s fine. no point in declining opportunities right?”

she nods enthusiastically, “that’s the spirit! we were actually surprised the team agreed immediately when they found out it was you. i heard they only accepted solo projects for him.”

you smile, “well whoever it’ll be i’m sure we’ll do great.”

the moment you step foot on the set, you were immediately greeted by the designer themselves. “y/n you’re so beautiful, you’re so perfect for us!”

“thank you for believing in me! please take care of me well.” you bow and was brought to your own dresser. quickly dressed in a silk robe and getting your makeup done. your hair was in curlers, the team taking their sweet time to make sure they enhanced your features for the shoot.

you hear a knock on your door, and you could hear your manager gasp when she opens it. peeking at the mirror with one eye, you see a familiar figure walking towards you, messing with the collar of his shirt.

“hey baby.” voice raspy and hoarse. now everyone in the room was shocked. looking at the two of you. to top it all off, katsuki places a quick kiss to your cheek and getting a stool to sit beside you.

your manager definitely felt like she was gonna faint. she had no idea what this was or when, or even how. everyone else was also in shock and confused, felt like time stopped somehow.

why is he now acting all lovey dovey in public? is what they all, including you, wondered.

“fuck baby you’re looking too pretty.” you giggle, trying to stay in place while the makeup artist adds their finishing touches. “thank you katsuki, no wonder you agreed to this shoot.” you say. the makeup artist finally says you’re done, you were all ready, just needed to change into the outfit.

katsuki was in a fitted velvet button up shirt with low-rise slacks. only the middle section of the shirt was buttoned, and for the first time in your career, your professionalism was definitely getting tested. just a little lower you could probably catch a glimpse of his happy trail. “who allowed you to wear that?” you motion with your head. but before he could answer you’re already turned around, moving behind the divider to dress up.

“aw come on, i know you fuckin’ like it.” he says loudly, then followed by the door closing. suddenly the staff was all on you after you stepped out. complimenting how you looked so good, how you’re going to be the new face of the brand after this. but most especially, the elephant in the room.

“i know everyone’s thinking you have a boyfriend but… dynamight?!”

“where, when, why, and how?”

“i never saw him speak that sweetly to anyone before….”

“i thought it was another celebrity! this is really unexpected.”

lots and lots of questions but they were immediately shut down by your manager who wanted to maximize the time. “we still got a shoot. y/n can tell us the details another time.” she gives you that look that reads ‘you better tell me everything’ and you give her an apologetic smile.

you take a look in the mirror, seeing how you matched with him. in a tight velvet dress that hugged your figure really well, probably a piece from the earlier collections. it’s pretty, the skirt is slanted with peaks of ruffled tulle.

you’re start walking to the set where katsuki was already waiting. “oh our princess! you look amazing.” the designer says, holding his hands to his chest. “i knew you and dynamight would look amazing together, i thank you both really.”

you grab their hands, “i’m really happy you paired me with him too!”

you approach katsuki with a smile, and he’s already grinning at you. “well shit this might be the hardest job i’ve taken yet.” he chuckles, placing a hand on your back to help you on the extravagant set.

you’re shining so bright and in your element that he’s just happy to be there. yet, the whole time he couldn’t seem to keep his hands off you, how his hold on you lingered, wanting to touch you even more, even deeper. despite the director giving clear directions that you followed with no fuss, he on the other hand just has to have a hand on you. but it definitely gave an effect on each shot.

katsuki couldn’t help but keep his eyes on you, eyes glimmering with desire. and how you’re looking at him with such a cool glare—it just felt so out of character for the both of you. who’s usually so sweet and him who’s usually so out for reach. “think i need you in this dress when i take you home.” he would whisper. and you’ll playfully hit him on his arm.

when you prepare for the next shot he’d always tell you things that’d rile you up. and when nobody’s paying attention he’d be looking you up and down. “bet you’re even prettier under this fuckin’ dress.”

even in between clothing changes you both looked picture perfect. both complementing each other’s visuals. he’d sneak you out from time to time to get a smooch here and there, resulting in the makeup artists on the set to fix him up because his and your lipsticks would smudge, wondering why he gets messed up all of a sudden.

“you’re so damn pretty baby. too bad the makeup’s gonna get ruined when we get home.”

“stop teasin’ during work kats…”

the last shot had you both seated on the carpet. it was sexy, your hand’s on his bare chest and he’s leaning in towards you with a finger under you chin. the two of you together felt magnetic. it’s so interesting to everyone in that room how the hero who’s usually uncontrollable became so compliant because if you. overall, it just felt too romantic, that petals of roses were somehow seen falling down on the both of you while you posed.

what was most unexpected was how katsuki really enjoyed being in front of a camera, as long as it’s with you (might’ve gotten a few ‘creative’ ideas too). he’s definitely making one of these photos his wallpaper when they upload it.

and the next day, that one shot trended all over the internet. blasted all over the digital billboards in the city too. finally seeing the elegant y/n who seemed to have helped show a new side of the pro-hero to the public.

showering the brand with praises and how much of a ‘genius’ they were for even choosing the two of you as the muses. because it really was just a coincidence that the owner was a fan of you both.

then there goes the online articles, the video complications, the noise that just won’t die down. tweets and photos, even a sudden rise in fanpages. dynamight and y/n, and the public that’s trying to piece every evidences of your interactions. how they were all tricked that your relationship was just under their noses. how in events you’re always seen together, or how your car was spotted in his neighborhood that one time. or when katsuki always keeps saying in interviews that his favorite shows and media always had you in it—main lead or not. the way nobody caught it even when you mentioned that dynamight was one of your favorite heroes. even showing them a small plushie charm that you carried on you hanged on your bag—everyone was stunned.

still, neither of you confirmed anything, yet.

till the moment the official account of the brand posted all the shots of you together, and it was very obvious how the two of you were actually in love, like the head over heels type.

well, the both of you are gonna have more projects together soon for sure.

bonus!

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note : i really like this actress au i’m definitely gonna make more 😔🙏 different versions for sure

Han Jisung is that type of boyfriend

giggling and twirling my hair because I know what he smells like after buying his inspired‐cologne¿ on tiktok

cologne

♡ heeseung ﹒ female reader genre fluff & secret relationship (?) word count 0.2k warnings none ( bookshelf )

your favorite thing about heeseung had to be the smell of his cologne.

if heeseung had entered the room, you would automatically know it was him from the scent that lingered in the air.

heeseung had known about your discreet obsession over his cologne; purposely spraying 2 to 3 more mists than usual.

despite the relationship being hidden from the others, the subtle acts he did showed that he truly cared.

on colder days, heeseung would always lend you his blazers, draping them over your shoulders to conceal the cold.

“people will notice,” you reminded him. but heeseung wanted nothing more but for you to be warm on days like these. you liked how the blazer still had the faint smell of his cologne, the scent automatically making your head spin.

these awkward moments that were shared between the two of you made the bond stronger, the warm blush dusting your cheeks was never unnoticed by heeseung.

heeseung subconsciously pulled you closer to him, in hopes of providing extra warmth. he steals quick glances at you, admiring the features that were displayed on your face.

“i love you more than you think.”

© okwons

note : short drabbles r the cutest

taglist is open @bunreis @hysgf @beomgyu-stan-present

11: 03 PM | pjs

pairing: jay x female reader

word count: 1,234

warnings: angst, explicit language, arguing, saying i hate you, not much talking, more explanation about feelings, we are sad people, but jay is a good boyfriend, cuddling, spooning, fluff at the end

“I HATE YOU!”

Jay stares at you in shock and your eyes widen too, stunned by what you just blurted out. You and your boyfriend have gotten into heated arguments before, but never did you two ever go this far for you to yell those three disheartening words at him.

How did the argument start? Well, you were both hanging out at a friend’s gathering for some drinks. According to Jay’s eyes, a guy was flirting with you that witnessed the scene. However, you argued in return that the man wasn’t trying anything and was being friendly. 

Jay’s thoughts said otherwise, arguing his main point about his view. You then explain to him that maybe he’s finally seeing it from your view when other women flirt with him. In frustration, Jay sighs aloud that you’re turning it around and making it about him. But you aren’t. He wanted to talk about his view, so you had every right to bring up yours too. Jay didn’t bother to listen, both of your voices just raising higher over one another and you screamed out the deadly three words.

Your boyfriend closes his mouth and disappointment spread across his face. You didn’t mean to voice your inner thoughts out loud, it just happened when he wasn’t trying to listen to you. Without another peep, Jay breaks eye contact and enters the bedroom, leaving you alone in the living room. He grabs his clothes and heads inside the bathroom to shower, and you finally feel your legs work.

Entering inside the bedroom, you sit down on the corner of your bed with a million things running in your head. What have you done? What the fuck did you just do? You didn’t mean to say it. You don’t even mean it! You were angry and the argument was going nowhere and you just wanted to walk away but… But you didn’t. And now, you face the consequences.

You messed up. You fucked up big time.

Once Jay was out of the bathroom, he sat outside in the living room without returning to the bedroom. You took this chance and enters the bathroom to shower. You needed a cool down just as much as he did. 

The moment the water hits your skin, tears start pouring out of your eyes. You began to son silence, pissed off at yourself for what you just did. Sitting down on the floor of your shower, you hugged your knees and cried. Jay’s silence and the disappointment on his face say a thousand words, and you hate yourself for hurting him. For hurting you two over those three fucked up words.

Once your long shower was done, you saw that Jay had left the living room couch and is sleeping on your shared bed. Nervously, you clench your fists and enter the dark room. You wanted to say something, anything, but not a sound would come out. Afraid that you’ll just disappoint Jay more, you grab your pillow quietly and exited the bedroom.

Laying on the couch, you pull at the mini blanket for decoration over your cold shoulder. Tears start falling again as you cry into your pillow, but you made sure the sobbing was quiet. You didn’t want to wake up Jay. 

Nonetheless, you feel your boyfriend’s warm embrace cuddling from behind you, him spooning you immediately. You cover your face and try not to turn around to face him, but Jay turns you around to face him. Placing his left arm under your neck so he could hold you, he pecks your forehead.

Jay doesn’t say anything. Instead, he rubs circles on your back and lets you cry it out. Before you know it, the two of you fall into a deep slumber afterward.

—

When morning came, you were woken up by the smell of food. Due to your mood from last night, you didn’t feel hungry. Sadness still washed over your face and you feel sick from the constant crying yesterday. Laying on the couch with a frown, you prayed for a way to take back those three stupid words you said to Jay.

“Morning, sunshine,” Jay greets you, his voice soft and caring. 

“Morning,” you croak weakly, failing to give your man a loving smile.

Jay kneels down to your level and brushes your hair back, tucking a few strands behind your ear. “Shall we eat breakfast?”

Shaking your head, you answer no.

“What? The foodie queen doesn’t wish to eat? But I made a lot of delicious food!” You chuckle at the nickname he gives you, but you frown again quickly. Why is he making you laugh here? Why is he the one cheering you up? Why is he forgiving you already when you haven’t forgiven yourself? 

The feeling of your tears begins forming and you turn to lay on your back as you stare up at the ceiling. You were fighting the urge this morning to not cry, but Jay quickly lays on the couch and hugs you.

“I’m sorry,” you sniffle out. “I’m so sorry for last night.”

“Shh, baby. It’s okay,” Jay tries shushing you, but you just kept mumbling sorries as tears gush out of you. “Babe, it’s really okay.”

Jay plants a long and loving kiss on your forehead, and hugs you tight in his arms again. “It was a stupid fight anyway.”

“Yeah, and look at what it did. I said the three bad words I know aren’t true. I don’t deserve you at all!” You cry louder, burying your face into his shirt. 

“Actually, nobody deserves me at all and you are just lucky,” Jay dare jokes, and you slap his biceps, laughing a little.

Your boyfriend pulls your face upwards and he pecks your lips. “I’m sorry too, love. I didn’t mean to raise my voice. If anything, I should have listened as well.”

You caress his cheek as he tells you about his silent thoughts last night. After Jay took a shower to calm his nerves down, he started to process your words and that’s when it hit him. All he had to do was just listen to your side of the story, but Jay wouldn’t back down from the argument and it escalated to something more. 

“When I heard you leave the bedroom with the sound of your pillow leaving the bed, I was confused. I thought maybe you needed to calm down too. However, you started crying and my heart sank,” Jay finishes explaining. “The guilt inside ate me up and I knew that whatever we did or said is going to put a strain on us, but I don’t want that. I want to fix us because I love you.”

Your heart flutters at his sweet words and you move up to kiss him on the lips. “I love you too, Jay,” you whisper in return, your breath ghosting his lips. “Can we not argue anymore and just talk it out before things get heated over nothing?”

Your boyfriend nods at your request and you finally smile in relief. Jay smiles too and kisses you again. 

“Now that we’re done being depressing, can we have breakfast? I’m hungry,” Jay whines and you hear his tummy grumble.

“Jay~” You whine in return. “Just hold me five more minutes.”

He chuckles and gives in, hugging you in his arms as you two lazily lay on the couch.

ENHYPEN REACTION.

. . to making tiktoks with you

req — hello! how about doing tiktoks with enhypen imagine?

listen to replay by shinee

「 heeseung 」

that apple bottom jeans dance trend

it definitely takes him like five seconds to learn and then he gets mildly frustrated when you keep messing up. and he’s like ?? y/n?? you move your arms and then i move mine and we’re done. like c’mon. and you’re like: it’s harder than it looks okay mr. professional dancer 😠😠 and tbh you have a itty bitty tiny fight about it, but the tik tok is filmed and heeseung feels bad for making you feel bad.

“i’m really sorry for saying that you weren’t trying hard enough,” he pulls his cutest puppy eyed look to make you forgive him. “you’re honestly not that bad of a dancer. ow! okay, okay, okay, a great dancer!”

「 jay 」

giving your boyfriend your hand to see what they do with it

holding the camera in one hand, you reach out the other one towards your boyfriend. jay is on his phone, trying to figure out the chords to a song he’s learning, but he looks up, finally noticing the hand you’re holding out and immediately his brow furrows in confusion.

“what?” he asks, laughing at little. “what am i supposed to do with this?”

and he just picks up your hand and shakes it around a little. you don’t say anything, trying not to laugh. he’d probably smack you with your own hand.

「 jake 」

calling your boyfriend by their first name instead of a pet name

“hey, jake? can you bring me my water bottle?”

“yeah, sur—,” he’s like half way out of his seat when he pumps the breaks and hits you with a look that’s like half 🤨 and half 🥺.

and you’re like: what?? 😇

and he goes: what did you just call me 🙂

you: your name?

jake: never again. i like my nicknames 😠

「 sunghoon 」

rating your boyfriend throughout the day (this audio)

he literally is just minding is business and you’re following him around with your phone for the entire day. it goes something like this.

stretching before practice. 2/10 great self care but where is the attention for me??? 😠

dance practice 🕺🎶 10/10 you’re doing amazing sweetie 😚

buying me food after practice 1000/10 we love a man who knows his place 😌

mildly frustrated with me for filming his every move. tried to take phone away. -50/10 😒

gave me kisses and agreed to watch the addams family with me in bed. 1000000/10

「 sunoo 」

texting your boyfriend, “my boyfriend is gone, you can come over.”

he’s immediately confused and also concerned. like i just know this poor baby would one hundred percent fall for this, hook, line, and sinker. i mean we all saw him during that one live with jay and that whole you can’t breathe through your nose with your mouth open thing LMAO the dude is gullible.

y/n, 3:54 pm: hey, my bf just left. wanna come over?

sunoo, 3:54 pm: y/n???

sunoo, 3:54 pm: what are you talking about

sunoo, 3:54 pm: who was that supposed to be for

sunoo, 3:55 pm: Y/N

sunoo, 3:58 pm: *missed call*

“sunoo, i was just kidding!” you admit after he calls you for the second time. “it’s a tik tok trend.”

“…”

“please don’t ever do that to me again.”

「 jungwon 」

telling your boyfriend he has to hide because your “boyfriend” is coming over

you rush into your room, grabbing jungwon by the arm and pulling him over towards your closet. “dude, you have to hide!”

jungwon is immediately so confused, but he kind of goes along with it, letting you push him into the closet without much resistance. “what? why? y/n, what’s going on?”

“my boyfriend is coming! you have to hide!” you stifle a giggle as you shut the door on him and wait.

it takes a couple of seconds to fully hit him but suddenly jungwon pushes the door open, poking his head out in confusion. “wait, who’s coming?”

「 ni-ki 」

giving your bf a spoonful of your cooking, but you put a bunch of salt in the spoon first

“hey, ni-ki, try this for me,” you hold out a spoonful of the soup you’re making (the weather is extra cold today, perfect for a nice, warm bowl of soup). “i can’t tell if i’ve seasoned it enough.”

ni-ki’s entire face scrunches up when he tastes the spoonful of soup, which is so salty he actually starts coughing. “i think that’s enough!”

he doesn’t notice anything is off until you start laughing and then he realizes that you were just messing with him and laughs too. but know that he is definitely plotting his revenge.

only you

mafia-bf jungwon x fem.doctor reader

sypnosis jungwon got hurt and you‘re the only one he wants - genre fluff, angst - warnings blood, needle, stabbing wound, cursing - wc 0,8k

a/n. hey there i posted earlier than i expected wohoo have fun reading <3

knocking onto his door rather harshly, annoyed and concerned written on your face

15 minutes ago you got a call from his personal assistant telling you he got himself injured during a mission and wouldn’t let any doctor help him if it’s not you

and here you are, not so patiently waiting for him to open the god for saken door

„i swear to god Jungwon if you don‘t open the door i will not come again to treat your ass ever again.“

not hearing any response or movements you get anxious he might be actually bad injured and fell unconscious

fishing out the keys you got from him in cases for these from your back pocket, feeling absolutely stressed

as you step slowly into the room you see the light shining through the door from the bathroom

walking to it and knocking on it, not hearing a response once again

„when i step in and i see you not unconscious i will smack you for not answering me even once mark my words“

you turn the knob and the first thing you see is a topless Jungwon right infront of a sink full with tissues tainted with blood

„fucking shit“ you speed walk up to him and take a look at him, seeing him drenched in sweat his bangs sticking onto his skin and his breathing a bit unsteady

„took you long enough“ he says the audacity

„what the fuck happened“ you say full with panic, him taking his hand off from his adomen

„got a bit traced by a knife?“

„traced?! - you mean stabbed“ taking as many tissues as you can and pressing your hand onto the wound trying to stop the bledding as best as you can making him squeeze his eyes shut and lean onto the sink for support

„love, don‘t be so harsh god damn“ glaring at him „you‘re so stupid you are bad injured but you didn’t let your doctors treat you? are you kidding me you could have passed out before i got here and it could have gotten more complicated“

looking up at him you see him smiling at you, „i love to see you care for me“

smacking his arm and pressing onto his wound a bit more had him throw his head back

„fuck okay sorry“

„try to lay down slowly so i can treat your ass“

„always so nice to me“ he says with a pained voice as he try’s to lay down

taking your hands off his wound you take a better look at it seeing that it‘s not that deep so it didn’t damage any organs

opening your bag full of medical stuff preparing to stitch him up, handing him a towel to bite on

„you know the drill i will numb the area but you still gonna feel pain“

you hear him snuck in a breath every time the needle goes through it „just 3 more times okay hang on and don’t close your eyes or i will haunt you“

making him chuckle silently

putting a bandage on it and done.

you take a deep breath brushing your hair back and looking at Jungwon who’s already looking at you with gratitude-

„i will definitely get more wrinkles from all the stress.. - you’re pretty dirty shall i help you wash up?“

nodding at you, and helping him getting freshen up.

you wait outside for him to change into different clothes and prepare the bed

hearing the bathroom door swung open you turn around seeing him in sweatpants and a tanktop

„thank you love“

„no problem just promise me to let your doctors do their thing when its gonna happen again which i hope the fuck not but still..“

„can‘t promise“

„jungwon-

„i wouldn’t trust any other doctor besides my lovely girlfriend who is a doctor herself“

turning back around, a slight pinkish taint on your cheeks feeling a bit flustered „you‘re annoying“ you mutter

you feel arms wrapping around your waist pressing you to his chest his face on your neck tracing it with his nose and leaving butterfly kisses along it, making you melt into his arms

„i’m sorry for making you worry princess, i didn’t thought the mission would escalate like that, and you know you‘re the only person i want to see after such disaster“

„it’s okay and i know, i mean it wasn’t the first time but i for sure hope the last- turning around and giving him a stern look

„-got the person who stabbed you atleast his punishment?“

„the next second after he did that, don’t think about it“

leaning a bit down and tucking your hair behind your ear, whispering against your lips „i love you“ making you peck hip lips muttering a i love you back.

„well can we now got to bed, your assistant woke me up in the middle of a dream“ you turn around ready to jump into the cozy duvet

him smacking your butt „i for sure hope it was about me"

hiiii ^^ i have been reading your works and i really love them so much!! especially the enha reactions ones <3

i was wondering if you could do an idol!reader & enha reaction to their idol!s/o crying/comes crying because they made a small mistake while performing? and like they reassure the reader and stuff hehe thank youuuu~ looking forward to more of your works, hope you have a nice day today!! ^^

notes💕

aww thank you so much!!🥹🥹 i got pretty much all my followers bc of my enha reactions and honestly i missed it a lot😭 thank you so much for requesting!! i love the idea so much!! hope i stood up your hopes!<3 ( just finished writing it all and idk i dont really like it— let me know what you think about this one!! )

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. . ҂ Enhypen reaction to their idol s/o crying after making a small mistake while preforming ! . . ҂

. . ҂ Genre: fluff … ot7 idol!Enhypen X idol!Reader . . ҂

— Heeseung ♡

While preforming one of your songs, you accidentally bumped into one of your members and lost control for a second, you instantly fixed your dance moves and continued dancing, looking around nervously to see any reaction from your fans who were watching you.

Heeseung was backstage, waiting for you to finish and to support you, he saw your little mistake and giggled, thinking your one little mistake was the cutest thing he ever saw.

As you got off stage, breathing heavily as you felt out of breath from the physical workout, you felt your tears about to burst. Once you got in your backroom and saw Heeseung there, smiling with his shiny teeth and arms opened, you hugged him tightly while the tears finally streamed your face.

Heeseung worriedly hugged you back, his smile soon turned into a worried expression, “I made a mistake, everyone is going to hate me for that” You cried out. Heeseung weakly smiled and pat your head, “That one slip you call a ‘mistake’ was the cutest thing i’ve ever saw, and if anyone is going to hate you for that, i’m going to hate them back. You did your best, and i’m proud of you for that, you were so professional i could barely even spot the mistake” He gave you a peck on your forehead and kept hugging you.

— Jay ♡

Your earpiece stopped working at the middle of the performance and you lost the tempo, you were a little behind the others and freaked out for a second. You quickly removed one of your earpieces and fixed your moves.

The rest of the performance went well as the earpieces suddenly started to work again, you felt much confidence and less stressed although you could already feel the tears threatening to come out.

Jay was watching you from the side, from time to time you were looking at him smiling at you and clapping his hands loudly, however, after the quick accident you didn’t even dare to look at him back and it made him confused.

When you got off the stage, he tried to approach you but you were too busy with your accident that you forgot he got there to cheer you up. He caught your hand as you kept roaming around your room and quickly pushed you to a room for you two.

When he saw that a tear or two already fell from your eyes, he was quick to wipe them off with his thumb and made you look at him, deeply in his eyes. You told him right after what happened and he smiled at you. “If it’s because that stupid little accident, it’s not your fault, it’s really not. There are some things that are controllable and the earpiece is not one of them, you should let yourself relax and don’t blame yourself for that” He pecked your lips and hugged you tightly, whispering comforting things to make you more relaxed.

— Jake ♡

A week before the performance you got sick, not being able to practice on the dance and performance. You members suggested you skip the performance to have some more time to practice the dance but you kept pushing it and rejected the suggestions.

While performing, you happened to forget the few next steps, you freaked out a bit, roaming your eyes around the stage to follow your members’ moves, a few seconds later and you managed to remember the rest of the steps.

Jake, who was in the crowd, gasped worriedly when he saw your hesitation and realization, as soon as he saw your little mistake he knew you would probably blame yourself hardly for that. He ran backstage as you finished the performance and already saw you with tears.

The first instinct of his was to hug you tightly and take you to a room without anyone, and that’s what he did. After settling down on one of the sofas, he held your hands and looked at your sore eyes, “You did well, i always get so amazed when i see you performing” He pecked your forehead and smiled, “Aren’t you disappointed? I ruined the performance, it was too ugly to watch” You rolled your eyes, annoyed by your mistake.

“Ruined? Disappointed? I would never be disappointed in you,” He chuckled, “Why would I? This performance was the best one i’ve ever saw and whatever happened there was nothing, you were sick, you couldn’t practice enough and you managed to pull through it, i’m proud of you for that” He once again hugged you tighter than before until the tears stopped falling.

— Sunghoon ♡

The performance day happened on a rainy weather, the rain just stopped falling but you were forced to get on stage on perform. The stage was slippery, the staffs didn’t bother to clean it as much and you were left on a risk-to-fall stage.

You talked it out with your stylist who gave you high heels for the stage and told them about your concern, Sunghoon was also there to explain the stylists why its wrong and even managed to argue with your manager about going up stage. No matter how hard you tried, “The show must go on” They said, and so you did end up on the stage.

You and your members tried your best to perform and not slip off from the stage and were actually pretty shocked when most of the performance went well, Sunghoon was also backstage watching you nervously from the side, shocked by how focused you were, but couldn’t stop worrying.

You part was coming up and as you got in the center, you slipped off and fell on stage, shocked by the fall, you stayed there for a few seconds, the whole performance until now went well so why did you have to fall now? You blamed yourself hardly for that, but you had to continue the stage.

When you got carefully off the stage, Sunghoon was fast to pick you up and take you to your backroom, he sat you down and instantly checked on you to see if you got hurt. When he looked up at you he saw you were on the verge of tears, he quickly pecked your forehead and stared at you deeply in your eyes, “It’s not your fault, your manager and staffs are at fault, the stage was slippery as hell and you couldn’t do anything about it, stop blaming yourself for everything that happens” Usually, Sunghoon had hard time to notice what you feel, but this time, he figured it without you saying anything.

— Sunoo ♡

Your part in the stage came up and usually, the specific move you have to do is easy for you. It’s something about three spins with your hands up and then you lift your leg high while signing the part, like a ballerina. Today, you had a massive headache and weren’t sure if you could even perform.

Feeling commitment to perform, you took a painkiller to ease the pain, thinking everything would work just fine. But as soon as you got on stage you could feel the headache starting to hit you hard and when the first spin of your part came up, you fell on your knees, not being able to continue the rest of your part for a few seconds.

You got up after shaking your head and fixing your sight and continued to perform with hurting knees and head. Sunoo, who was in his own backroom, getting ready for his performance while watching your stage, gasped worriedly as he saw you falling. He immediately stopped his stylist and went to your backroom, waiting for you to finish.

When you got in after the stage, Sunoo ran up to you and hugged you, hand on your head and the other on your back, tightening his grip on you, “Are you okay?” He released the grip and looked at you, both hands on both sides of your face, he saw a few tears on your cheeks and quickly wiped them.

“I fell down, i ruined the performance, i couldn’t even finish the rest of the stage perfectly” You cried out. Sunoo was fast to wipe your tears once again and held you close to him, “It’s not your fault and nothing is ruined, you had headaches and still managed to perform amazingly, i’m sure the fans are more worried about you, you did an amazing job, i love you, dont blame yourself for that” He weakly smiled to you and again wiped the tears that kept coming out.

— Jungwon ♡

The song you were performing was one of your favorite ones to perform, you feel excited every time you’re performing this song. As your part came up, you accidentally bumped into the camera and caused everyone to stop. Too embarrassed with yourself you covered your face, apologizing over and over.

Jungwon who was watching you from behind, felt scared and nervous, he was worried you might blame yourself and it won’t end up well. You started the performance once again and this time you weren’t as excited as you were at first and Jungwon noticed it right away.

As you got down the stage you skipped Jungwon who was looking worriedly at you. He wanted to approach you but you were fast to disappear from his sight. He asked your members where you headed and they told him you wanted to be alone so you went to one of the rooms.

He knocked on the door to let you know he’s coming in and saw you sitting at the corner, hugging your legs with tears in your eyes. He went up to you and hugged you. “I caused the performance to start all over again, i almost broke the camera!” You cried, Jungwon sighed and pat your head slowly, “And what if you did? It’s not the end of the world, and no one can blame you for that, i almost punched Sunghoon because i was so overly excited when i heard the song” He giggled and caused you to laugh, he wiped your tears and kept hugging you and making you laugh until you felt slightly better.

— Riki ♡

You’re always performing live with your mic on so it was already hard for you in the first place. When your part came up you happened to forget the next lyrics and you just blabbered the rest, feeling too embarrassed to continue, you just smiled it away and let the music play.

When you got off stage you saw Riki laughing, you figured he was laughing because of your mistake but it wasn’t so funny to you. His laughs immediately turned into a worry as he saw the tears in your eyes. “Are you okay?” He put his hand on your shoulder, looking at you deeply in your eyes.

He figured alone that it must be because of your small mistake and smiled, “I thought it was cute, your smile was even cuter, it can happen to anyone you know, at least now people know it’s all live” He pat your head and wiped your few tears that fell, “I’m very proud of you, you know” He smiled and pecked your lips.

always beating dispatch

박성훈 、PRETTY FACE

all the trouble sunghoon gets himself in lands him in your arms.

featuring ⋆ rich boy! sunghoon x fem reader

contents ⋆ kissing, mentions of cuts, injuries and blood, just a whole lot of fluff i miss writing cute stuff, insecurities perhaps ( 1370 )

notes ⋆ rich boy sunghoon....save me from him. also this was not meant to be above a thousand words and was supposed to be funny. and this one's for saint @hoonvrs hi bae

one thing you’ve learnt while dating sunghoon, it’s always an adventure. so unforeseen, like when he showed up at your balcony, again, last night with a few bruises and cuts on his face. you had let him in and he avoids your attempt at cupping his face just as swiftly. and dating sunghoon is exhilarating, with the way you let him stay for the night, again, knowing your parents are home.

“good morning,” you smile and brush your thumb over the cut on the corner of his lips. it’s red, his lips are dry, and yet they’re soft when you lean down for a quick peck. 

“morning, sweetheart,” he says quietly. “how creepy of you to watch me sleep,”

“guess i’ll be a creep if it means i get to look at your handsome face,” you hum, fighting back a smile.

“is that a compliment i hear?” and he’s almost turning away to sleep, but your words catch him off, and he smirks drowsily with a soft and sleepy gaze adorning you. “what’s the occasion?”

“i’m serious, hoon. you’re handsome,” you insist with a frown, cupping his face again, thumb brushing over his cheeks as you lean in and whisper ever so tenderly. “so handsome, it’s crazy,”

“well, aren’t you sweet, my love,” and he can’t help but wrap his arms around you, pulling you on top of him. it’s quiet, you lay with your head on his chest. it’s barely six, you look out through the huge glass window panes installed in your room by your request to fit the aesthetic, but now it’s how sunghoon climbs up your room every other night. 

it’s not usual for him to get compliments. usually, you’re trying to play it cool, as if his words don’t affect you as much as he thinks they do. on other days, you’re busy rolling your eyes every time he flirts. you make him work for compliments, it’s funny, and he enjoys it. a little bit of challenge in his way too easy lifestyle keeps him going. but today— as you’re quietly listening to his heartbeat while he’s caressing your back— you want to stay like this. 

he brushes his fingers through your hair, planting soft kisses on your head every few seconds. it’s rare for you two to be this quiet. with sunghoon, every minute spent on bed leads to something else, most of the time. but this time it’s silent, it’s risky, he’s in your room and as much as he jokes about it, the idea of being caught by your parents isn’t something either of you fancy.

“i think i should get up and leave before your—” it lands upon you to worry about keeping everything a secret, today it’s his job to make sure the secret is safe.

“it stings, doesn’t it?” you cut him off immediately, pinning him down as he tries to get up. he can see the concern in your eyes, worries trickling through your finger tips and seeping through his skin when you lace your fingers over his scratches. 

“i told you, they’re not that bad,” he shrugs, too careless, carefree. he doesn’t know why you worry yourself over something so minor. “they don’t even hurt,” 

“it hurts me to see you like this,” and his thoughts are put to halt when the words leave your mouth. 

it was half past one when sunghoon knocked at the glass doors of your balcony. you were getting ready for bed after movies, and he was avoiding your gaze as you were running your eyes over his state— messy, hurt, and so were you.  

‘did you get into another fight with heeseung?’ you had asked and he avoided, again, dodging all your questions and attempts to check on him. you let him in, and he goes straight to your bathroom. his gaze doesn’t meet your eyes, he avoids all the eye contact and conversation. he turns away to take off his shirt covered in dirt. it’s worse this time. ‘come here,’ 

you grabbed his arm to pull him towards you, but he refused to face you. he’s ashamed, like every time he is when you see him like this. the pretty face you’ve always been so fond of no longer fits the definition. you tried to make him look at you, but he grabbed your hands, kissing your palms and pulled you to bed. 

“is that a new way of telling me to not get into fights?” he asks, feigning a yawn, a faint chuckle following by. you’re still on top of him, pinning him down, and if he didn’t know any better, you would’ve ended up under him already. 

“is it working?”

“a bit,” he mumbles quietly and pulls you closer by your waist, face nuzzling in the crook of your neck. he keeps planting tender kisses on your cheeks, and then down on your neck, as if telling you to let go of all the concerns that plague your mind. “you worry too much,”

“i know, i will continue to do that,” you pull back again, much to his disappointment. nothing could compare to the feeling of having you in his arms. “if not for your dad and for the sake of your reputation then at least for me, you need to stop,”

sunghoon knows.

if not for anything— it isn’t for anything else. not for his mother’s million dollars fashion brand, not for his sister’s business ventures, nor his father’s political career. it’s for you, every scratch, every nip and every cut, every drop of blood that had trickled down the corner of his lips when heeseung landed a punch on his face. how could he not? sunghoon can stand anything but people talking down on you as if they know you. it makes him fight for you and funnily enough, he’s happy to bleed to death for you.

“you always ruin the mood, bringing that old man up,” he’s deflecting— just as you had expected and you’re not backing down. one leg swinging to the other side, arms by his head. he’s down, caged, a position where he can’t avoid you. it’s about time you two had this conversation.

“i’m serious,” you’re trying your best to keep up the stern face, eyes locked into his. 

“i love it when you get all serious, angel,” he grins suggestively, arms around your waist again. he’s slipping them under your top, you slap it away and it only makes him laugh in amusement. “i suppose it is a bit too early for that,”

you don’t say anything, just looking at his pretty face. you stroke softly over the cut on his cheekbone and he flinches ever so slightly. it’s new, it stings, adorned by a bit of dried up blood just like the one on his lips. there’s one near his jaw from a while ago, it’s healing. each and every part an ugly reminder of how much trouble he gets in.

“you’re such a pretty face,” you whisper quietly and lean down to kiss him, trying to be so gentle to not hurt him even more. you take your sweet time, tracing your lips over those wounds, new or old, and then speaking with a voice impossibly loving. “even with these,”

“i love it when you call me that,” he takes your hand, kissing your palms. it’s not everyday that he’s spoiled like this.

and you pull your hand back, speaking with frown as if giving him a warning. “i won’t anymore if you get into another fight,”

“guess we’re making truce with heeseung,” he chuckles quietly, shaking his head, pretending to be annoyed. he finally pulls you down next to him and wraps his arms around you, kissing your forehead. “things i do for my girl,”

you let out a muffled laughter while your face is buried in his chest before looking up at him with love pouring out of your eyes. “for me?”

“for you,” you hand rests on his cheeks as he leans down for a kiss, and his hands wrap over them gently, holding them in place. when you kiss him so deeply yet delicately, like it’s a stellar reunion, he pulls away just for a brief second, whispering against your lips. “everything,”

★ when you wear another members’ hoodie

enhypen x fem!reader. fluff.

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