WHY WOUKD YOU SAYD THSI (I'm An Only Child Like Him, And This Is My Last Straw)

come into my arms

☾ ft. shinsuke kita

☾ sfw. kita misses you while you sleep. 1.2k

kita has always been used to waking up early. 

since he was a child it was always kita’s way to have a productive start to his mornings, waking up as early as 5am to start his routines. that habit of waking up at absurd hours of the morning proved useful as it carried into adulthood, and today he wakes up early every morning to tend to his farm. 

he enjoys the serenity in those hours, the peace the dawn brings. he can focus solely on himself, he can work as slowly or as quickly as he pleases, and this is just the way things have always been. 

it wasn’t unusual for this habit of his to start rubbing off on you over the years. he’d never want to disturb your sleep, and he takes extra care in moving carefully around the house as he gets ready to start his chores so as to not wake you. but sometimes you’d follow short of him when you’d no longer feel his body heat or gentle breathing beside you. he’d urge you to go back to bed, but you’d insist on starting the day alongside him.

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damn, this was even posted on my birthday and I'm sobbing for it WHAT DO YOU EVEN KNOWWWWW 😭😭😭😭

Somebody else

Hyunjin x reader. Exes to lovers. Miscommunication. Hints of past toxic relationships. Flawed characters and happy ending :)

Inspired from Somebody Else by The 1975, highly recommend listening to it while reading!

You and Hyunjin have broken up, guilt and blame simmering between you both. He doesn't care anymore, or so he thought. Then why does it hurt him to see you with someone else?

skz song series masterlist.

Strobing lights, vibrant streaks of blue and red ricocheting off your skin. Bodies pressed to yours, trying to fray themselves a passage to dance in. Someone bumps onto your shoulder but you don't care enough to even glance at them. Your eyes are fixated on Hyunjin.

You broke up two weeks ago, you don't even remember why. Petty arguments and even pettier reactions from both of you, your egos holding you back from saying what you truly feel. 

You hated arguments, especially with him. Because they reminded you of how much you cared for him, immensely so, how you regarded him as a part of your soul, one you couldn't part with. The mere thought of his departure left you feeling like a seashell washed ashore- hollow and condemned to echo the sounds of the ocean it was forcibly separated from. 

So, in the heat of the moment, you let anger pull you in her fiery hold- she's all encompassing, wrapping around you like a steel shield, making you less vulnerable in Hyunjin’s hands. But she also clouds your senses, and you find yourself uttering stupid nonsense, such as ‘Maybe we should break up’.

You’ve never thought about it, let alone wanted to end things with him. You wanted to take those words back as soon as you said them, to rewind the seconds and erase them from both of your memories. But then Hyunjin agreed, so easily, as if he was eagerly awaiting the bait you just threw at him. 'You know what? Maybe we should' and he left, slamming the door of your apartment. 

You stayed up all night, waiting for him to come back. He knew you didn't mean it, right? Surely, he understood that it was your feeble attempt to guard your wounded heart. It's been stomped on carelessly, thrown around enough that he must know you were just afraid.

But you haven’t seen him since.

And now you're both here, at the party that Changbin organized. He's your mutual friend and he insisted that you'd come as well. "Binnie, I don't want to."

"You both are just idiots who'll get back together. You’re coming," he silenced you, and you sulked in your place. But his words ignited something in you- a childish hope, that maybe he was right and Hyunjin still cared about you.

But all of it was shattered as you set foot inside Changbin’s house. It was easy to find Hyunjin, sitting in the middle of a couch, legs slightly spread apart. He was wearing a white shirt, its top buttons undone. You watched as he easily captured the attention of everyone around him, as they hung into his every word, admiring him. That's the thing with Hyunjin, it's easy to admire him, to crave being near him, because he's enchanting, and his laugh makes you want to make him happy ten times fold.  

You scoff bitterly, as someone places their hand on his arm and he doesn't move them away. He leans onto their touch and a surge of bile rises in your throat. Perhaps this is what you fought about- anger that cowardly hid behind it your insecurity at dating someone so sought after. It was foolish after all, to believe that the sun would get attached to a mere speck of light.

"You're here alone?" a voice interrupts your train of thought, and you turn around to find Chan. You smile at the familiar face, a welcome respite from the dull ache settling in your heart, making itself a home within your veins. 

"Our friends are all over the place," you explain, and he nods in understanding. "Changbin made me come but I don't know where he is," he whines, leaning closer to your ear so you could hear him over the pulsating music. 

"So, we're all here because of Bin?" you giggle and Chan's laugh fills the air, his dimples proudly on display. There was this comforting aura surrounding him, which made it much easier to breathe in his presence. And you needed to feel safe somewhere at this party, where all you saw were glimpses of Hyunjin and the hurt he inflicted on you. 

"Do you want to dance?" you ask, and Chan's grin widens in response, so you grab his forearm leading him to the makeshift dance floor.

Hyunjin silently watches as you and Chan dance with one another. He can’t see you properly, hidden by the swarms of bodies pressed together. But he gets glimpses of you each time someone moves a bit away. You appear to him like a mirage- something he once had and yet so unattainable right now.

I don’t want your body, but I hate to think about you with somebody else

Hyunjin is fine with the fact that you left him, that’s what he tells himself as he downs his drink. He’s used to people leaving after some time when he’s no longer enough. He did think that maybe things with you would be different, that for once, someone would stay. That you would shatter this idea ingrained in his mind- that he’s easily disposable, as someone told him a long time ago.

But you wished to leave him too, and for the first time in his life, Hyunjin wanted to beg someone to stay. He thought of pulling you in for a dizzying kiss, so you’d second-guess your decision, so he’d show you that he’s still good at something. But he swallowed this pathetic want and he left.

He walked slowly, thinking that maybe you’d follow him. You’d shout his name and then he’d turn back and run towards you. He’d throw his pride over his shoulder and he’d apologize.

But you didn’t.

So, he’s okay with it, or at least that’s what he thought. He doesn’t want you anymore. So why does it hurt to watch you with Chan?

Our love has gone cold you’re intertwining your soul with somebody else

An ugly thought rears itself into his brain. You’ve liked Chan long before you broke up with Hyunjin. Maybe the time you've spent with Chan, working on your musical project made your heart gravitate towards him, and you were simply awaiting the right moment to end things with Hyunjin. That’s why you’re smiling so effortlessly at Chan. That’s why he’s spinning you around, and holding your arm to move you away from a drunk couple.

Hyunjin lost you before he realized he lost you. Maybe when he laid next to you in bed you were thinking of Chan. Maybe it was his touch you longed for whenever Hyunjin hugged you. You wouldn’t be the first to do this to him. 

I’m looking through you while you’re looking through your phone and then leaving with somebody else

You’re laughing hard, and your hand is on Chan’s shoulder as he steadies you. But then you look up and your eyes lock with Hyunjin’s. He can only watch as the happiness slowly drains from your face, as you whisper something into Chan’s ear who then leads you outside. 

Hyunjin's heart sinks in his chest- he couldn't recognize you anymore, the affection once present in your eyes diluted to a mere semblance of indifference. And you still looked so beautiful to him, despite it all. He felt as if you were stabbing him with a rusty knife, and yet all he focused on was how soft your hands looked holding the bloody blade. 

Hyunjin gets up to pour himself another drink, shrugging away the hand of the person who was sitting next to him. He doesn’t want you anymore, he doesn't care that you're probably kissing Chan right now. But he secretly hopes that if he drinks enough, the faces all around him will blur until all he sees again is you.

No don’t want your body but I’m picturing your body with somebody else

"Are you okay?" Chan asks, his voice soft and concerned as you draw in a deep, shuddering breath. It feels as if there was no room in your heart anymore for oxygen, the ache for Hyunjin taking it all up.

"Is it bad that I miss him so much?" you ask, your voice sounding frail to your ears. 

"He misses you too. You know that, right?"

"He left, so easily. I don't think he does after all," you smile sadly. It hurt to utter those words out loud, because it made them feel much more real, intensifying the raw pain within you. 

"I’ve never seen him look so sad before," Chan points out and you know he's just trying to help, but it just further tears you apart. You don't want false hope, you don't want to build yourself a world where Hyunjin still wants you, only for it to be shattered afterward. 

"Can we talk about something else?" you plead and he nods, before sharing with you the ropes of his latest project. He's working on a ballad for once, and you listen attentively, allowing yourself to be absorbed in the intricacies he describes. It provides you a temporary solace, which then makes a frightening thought dawn on you. 

Is this how it will be from now on? Seeking distractions from the people surrounding you, in the hopes it will quest the thirst of the ache threatening to drown you? 

Oh, come on baby, this ain't the last time that I’ll see your face

"Yn!" Hyunjin calls out, breathless, watching you abruptly stop in your tracks. It's foolish and pathetic, but he couldn't resist following you when you bid goodbye to Chan. He was sick of the tumultuous thoughts swirling in his head. He wanted to hear them from you. It'd make accepting them easier.

"Leave me alone," you shout back, walking even faster and away from him.

"Fine, leave again. That's all you fucking do anyways," he yells angrily, frustration seeping into his words. It makes you pause once again, and you suck in a deep breath before marching back to him. 

"What's that supposed to mean?" 

"Chan? Out of all people?" he scoffs, ignoring your question. That's the only thing he kept thinking of. You and Chan, laughing, talking, dancing, the way you used to with him.

And come on baby, you said you found someone to take my place

"Fuck you Hyunjin," you spit out, turning around but he stops you, a hand wrapped around your forearm. Despite the anger cursing through him, his hold on you is still gentle. You can free yourself from him, easily.

"So, it's true, then? You replaced me with him?" Fresh pain swims in his eyes, and he makes no attempt to conceal it anymore. He was tired of pretending he was okay with you leaving.

"What is it to you, huh? You left me," you shout back, jabbing your finger forcefully into his chest. 

"I left? You're the one who said that it'd be better if we broke up!"

"It's not like you disagreed, huh? You probably felt so relieved that I handed you this outing, didn't you Hyunjin?" 

"Don't twist this on me," he says firmly, gripping your finger to halt your repetitive jabs. "Am I that easy to forget? Did I matter this little to you?" He questions, voice cracking with his every word. 

"Let me go," you plead, tears brimming in your waterline. 

"Answer me. That's the least you could do for me. I need to hear it from you." Hyunjin has never been this unguarded with you, searching your eyes with an intensity that shakes you to the core. He's asking and yet it feels as if he's just expecting you to say yes, to reiterate the idea drilled into his mind, to prove everybody right once again. 

"I didn't forget about you, is this what you want to hear?" you whisper, voice laced with excruciating exhaustion. "You're all I thought about for the last two weeks. I heard your voice in my mind more than my own. I even kept your opened drink in my fridge just in case you might come back for it." 

"You're killing me, yn," he shuts his eyes closed forcefully, as if your words physically pained him. "Didn't you tell me that we should break up?" 

"You don't understand," you shake your head, a bitter chuckle leaving you. "Everyone loves you Hyunjin. Everyone would fight to be with you. You must know it, and it's dangerous when someone knows they can easily replace you. I have no one to protect me so I tried to protect myself. I didn't think I’ll survive if you left me too."

"Everyone loves me?" he repeats, as a newfound emotion shines in his eyes. "Are you in this everyone too? Do you love me, yn?" his voice wavers, as the weight of his question hangs in the air. 

You feel as if the world around you stills, holding its breath for your response. You know that any possible future with Hyunjin rests upon the words you'll choose to speak. You already know the answer, even though you decided to not tell him. Out of all the emotions you've ever experienced, love still scares you the most. And you're afraid of what your confession will entail, of tipping the balance towards a crueler reality- one where Hyunjin doesn't return your feelings. 

"Please let me go," you beg, as a singular tear trails out of your eyes. 

"Look at me," he urges, desperation lacing his words. But you shake your head, unable to meet his gaze, afraid that he will peel all your defenses with it. "Baby, look at me," he calls softly, as he gently wipes away your tears. The nickname sounds so familiar coming from his lips, and it further crumbles your shaky resolve.

"Don't call me that if you're leaving, please," you beg and he smiles softly at you, hooking a finger under your shin.

"Can't you see I'm too in love with you to go again?" he whispers, the tenderness in his voice washing over you, casting a flicker of hope into your heart. 

"I'm scared too," he speaks again, placing your hand on top of his widely beating heart. "I'm scared and so tired, yn. Of feeling disposable to everyone around me. When you... When you told me it'd be best if we broke up, it felt worse than anyone leaving me before. Because it was you. And I really wanted you to stay." 

"I didn't mean it, I never thought of it even, I promise you. I'm so sorry." The words tumble from your lips in a rush, an earnest attempt to keep the hope alive, to prevent it from withering down. "Please stay. I love you, I truly do," you plead, no longer caring how vulnerable you sound in that instant. You curl your hand around his, and he intertwines his fingers with yours, squeezing them gently. And you feel as if the universe exhales in relief, resuming its usual course. 

"I never wanted to leave either. And when I saw you with Chan I thought I lost you for good," his voice is softer now, as if embarrassed of his own admission. "It hurt, more than I imagined it would." 

You press your forehead against his, closing your eyes to relish in the feeling of being so close to him once again. 

"Really?" you tease gently, a glimmer of a smile playing at the corners of your mouth. "You looked perfectly fine to me."

"What do you even know,” he mutters quietly, before pressing his soft lips onto yours.

it's always the dance racha fics that get me crying in early mornings LIKE SGKEGSKWG

corona borealis, lfx

✧ genre/tw rambly soul-crushing fluff, one sweet kiss!!, lovely as a pet-name, felix being an undeniably sweet bf like always and hearing a bedtime story <3 , largely unedited.

✧ w/c 952 <3

✧ a/n definitely not brought on by asea felix are you kidding... he's so lovely i just had to dawdle on about it somewhere so here you go! also, the thought of telling lix a bedtime story makes me wanna cry i hope i'm not alone. mwah!!

His arm is hot around you, keeping you safe from the scary silhouettes the shadows bring, and the night is breathing. A group of you had come to this little campground for a night away from the city lights, and while the two of you are alone you can still hear the rest of the boy’s nighttime sounds mixing in with crickets and critters. 

Your boyfriend stands beside you, listening intently as you tell him stories of the stars. Usually, these tales come from the comfort of your bed–rustling under covers and speaking into his mouth, sharing breath and love until you fall asleep, tracing false shapes in the plastic stars adorning your ceiling. But tonight, under the cover of a too cold darkness you tell him his bedtime stories beneath the sky. 

His face is tilted up, looking to see where your fingers are pointing, and the soft glint in his midnight eyes makes you pause. You’ve never known someone who looked so alive, someone with a sun for a soul. Felix has the brightest smile you’ve ever seen, alight with joy and senseless mischief–eyes wide with wonder at the constellations rising above him. 

Looking at him is dizzying; that feeling when you put your arms out and spin so fast you fall, a carousel going so round and round. You feel like flying, rising up like the moment Icarus’ wings took him up and away. 

Sometimes you wonder if it’s normal to feel like this… if everyone in love feels as though they are the creator, the inventor of such depraved desire and compassion for another. Surely, you must be the first–no one else had felt Felix’s fingertips on their skin or his lips sweetly drinking them in. How could someone say they’ve encountered a deeper love than this when your sweetheart is the embodiment of love, Venus as a boy. 

He turns to you in your moment of hesitation, smiling at you with all the care in the world. He loves you endlessly, burns for you and the soft caress of your affection. You can tell he doesn’t know why you stopped speaking, but he’s happy just the same–sharing your space and time, living in this moment with you. He remembers the first time you told him a story, speaking the words softly, he thinks he fell in love right there. 

“What’s that one?” he asks, catching your still raised hand in his own. 

“Oh, it's a crown, see?” you can see his eyes tracing the points, finding the shape that connects the points together. “It’s Ariadne’s wedding tiara, she was a princess of Crete who helped Theseus slay her brother the Minotaur Asterion. After they escaped the labyrinth, the prince left her on the Island of Naxos where she was found by Dionysus,” 

“He left her there?!” he gasps, your sweet boy forever confused by ill intentions, even in a story. 

“Yeah, he’s so lame, right? Anyway, after the God finds her on his island they fall in love and eventually marry… the crown was her wedding present, and after she died Dionysus flung it into the sky to honor her.”

Felix is quiet for a long time after this, inhaling the story with all the deference you deserve. After every narrative he takes his time to think about how he feels about it: the first time you finished a movie with him and he was quiet for fifteen minutes before he told you he liked it, he is like that now. Quietly staring at the sky, not ignoring you for his hand still made its path up and down your arm and you know if you called his name he’d answer, but you don’t want to interrupt his silent seeking. 

His life is noisy, spirited, and wonderful in all the ways a beautiful boy like him creates, your infatuation came in chaos–in mindless chatter and kitchen counter dance parties, but you fell in love in silence. In the moments when the world was quiet and all you could hear was his heartbeat, the drawling intake of his lungs filling and releasing. You adore his voice, but just existing with him, sharing the same air would be lovely enough for a lifetime. 

Finally, after minutes of staring ahead, he speaks–softly but with no less intensity, 

“If something were to happen to you I would make you into a constellation.” 

His eyes, bright with longing stare into yours, and you know he’s not being funny. He means it with all of him, means it with every atom of his being. 

Shocked and in love with him you laugh, bursting with fondness never hidden. “I love you too,” you say, for you know that's what he means. A love that spills from his veins whenever he thinks of you, so massive and consuming that the words aren’t enough. “I’d make a constellation for you too, it’d be the prettiest one in the whole sky.” 

When he moves closer to you, you can feel the smile radiating on his shadowed face–sweeping his grin over the plane of your cheekbones. Scorching your skin where his lips touch, a traveling forest fire of kisses. When his journey ends, sliding his mouth over yours the flames grow, getting taller and taller as his caress goes deeper. 

The night is chilly, but there is no need for a coat when his arms are around you–sweeping you into his embrace with only the stars to watch. 

“Lets go to bed, lovely” he muttered, breathing through open-mouthed kisses and shared smiles. Leading you to where your tent lies, to where stories and sleep await you–love and life and dreams filled with him, your constellation of a boy. 

© LUVTAK 2024

oh my.. this is gonna be good 👀

Lucifer|| 18+

Synopsis: After you found your husband cheating on you, you found a different kind of comfort in his devilishly handsome colleagues.

Pairings: detective!02z × fem!reader

A/N: this is one of the, if not the most filthiest shit I've ever written, and I apologise to everyone who will read this because THIS IS ACTUALLY PORN. Shoutout to @jaeyunluvr for inspiring me to make this fic hehe.

Prologue

Pairings: detective 02z × fem!reader

Warnings: angst, fluff, suggestive, minors please do not interact, catcalling, mention of alcohol, reader is cheated on by Heeseung, cheating (which I do not condone in real life)

Status: posted!

The Demon of Destruction

Pairings: detective!Sunghoon × fem! reader

Warnings: Smut minors Dni, dildo use, ab riding, swearing, use of aphrodisiac, slightly drunk reader, fem!reader, p in v, rough sex, degradation, praise, mention of cheating, creampie, dom!Hoon, reader is called 'angel'

Status: In Progress

The Elysian Angel

Pairings: detective!Jake × fem!reader

Warnings: smut minors Dni, oral (f and m receiving), anal sex, switch Jake, slight dom!reader, praise, degradation, p in v sex, dumbification, use of petname 'doll', mention of food and alcohol, Heeseung being an asshole

Status: In Progress

The Fallen One

Pairings: detective!Jay × fem!reader

Warnings: smut minors Dni, bondage, use of handcuffs, fingering, use of blindfold, cock riding, p in v sex, unprotected sex (not for you), breeding kink, Jay's just really obsessed alright?, Fluffy in the end, swearing, mention of food and alcohol

Status: In Progress

Taglist: open! Send an ask or comment to be added

eyes on me ; lee heeseung

pairing: biker bf!heeseung x afab!reader word count: 1k synopsis: heeseung picks you up after a later shift from work and showers you with kisses in front of your work building. warnings: making out in public, fluffy cutie heeseung, a bit suggestive.

Excitement settled through you at the sound of your boyfriend's motorbike ringing in your ears from your work desk. 

You rolled your chair over to the window and peeked out the blinds, seeing him take his helmet off and run a hand through his dyed hair and resting the helmet on the handle, a secondary helmet attached to the seat's pouch—your helmet, more specifically. Heeseung always made sure to secure your safety whenever you rode with him.

Heeseung also insisted on picking you up on days you worked later. You don’t live far from your workplace, but on days you stay past the sun setting, Heeseung didn’t like you walking alone and would rather you be with him safely. And to ya know, just be with him. He couldn’t ever get enough of you. 

You had roughly thirty minutes before your work day was over, so you rolled yourself back to your desk and counted down the minutes as you finished the rest of your work until it was finally time to punch out, gather your things, wave to your work bestie and skip out the building. 

Heeseung’s eyes lit up as he saw you walking out the door, his arms already stretched out and ready to hold you close. His smile is contagious as the corners of your lips curl up. 

“Hello, my love!” he said softly, pulling you by the ends of your jacket to press your body to his, placing a kiss on your forehead, “How was work, baby?” 

You wrap your arms around his waist and fully lean into him, pressing his lower back onto his bike, “It was boring, as per usual, but overall a pretty decent day.” 

Heeseung nodded and squeezed you tightly, “C’mere,” he whispered, slightly pulling back for you to look up at him, taking your chin between his index and thumb, “Can I have a kiss? I’ve missed you.” 

You smile up at your boyfriend, nodding without a second thought and standing on your tippy toes to reach his lips. They pressed to yours like the missing piece of a puzzle, so form fitting to yours. So perfect. 

Your smell intoxicated him and filled his senses, the perfect smell of your floral perfume making him dizzy and wanting more of you. He kissed you again, and again, and again. Deepening the kiss as his hands slid from your biceps down to your hips, slightly squeezing. His tongue licking at your bottom lip for permission to enter. 

As much as you wanted to open your mouth for him, you remembered you were outside your workplace with plenty of your coworkers still inside doing their jobs and you pulled your lips from his leaning your upper half away from him. 

“What’s wrong, baby?” he whispered, eyes slightly hooded and staring at your kiss-swollen lips, wanting nothing more than to dive right back into them. 

You tilt your head, “We are outside my workplace, Seungie…” 

Heeseung raised a brow, “So?” 

You slightly roll your eyes, attempting to move further away from him, but his hands slide to your back, keeping you firmly in place against him, “My coworkers might see us.” 

Heeseung understood where you were coming from. He loved your coworkers and had a pretty solid respect for them as they do for him. But he also does not care right now if they catch the two of you making out. They’ve all seen him give you kisses at dinner parties or company get-togethers. So what if they catch you two making out outside the company building? You’re off the clock.

Slowly glance behind you at the building, tracing your eyes up to each window. Heeseung releases one hand from your back to cup your face and turn you back to face him, “Baby,” he smiles cutely at you, pressing kisses over every inch of your face, not letting a single piece of skin on your face go untouched by his lips until finally placing them back onto your lips, “I adore kissing you, who cares if they see?” He whispered between kisses, rubbing his thumb against your cheek. 

You went to look back at the building, but his hands stopped you, “Hey,” He softly snapped, “YN, eyes on me, baby girl.” You locked eyes with him, seeing a mischievous smile curl on his lips, “Let me make out with my beautiful girlfriend, ya?” 

There was no protesting before his lips crashed back against yours. Hands roaming down to your ass and squeezing. Your mouth opened as you gasped at his touch, finding the opportunity to slide his tongue into your cavern, wrestling against your tongue as both your spit mixed together perfectly. 

Heeseung relaxed his body on his bike, pulling you completely to him. You lean further on him, not wanting a single part of him to not be touching you. If you could crawl into his skin, you would do it in a heartbeat right now. Your worries of a coworker catching you here are long pushed to the back of your mind and forgotten. You snake your arms around him tighter and open your mouth wider for his tongue to explore more. The taste of his strawberry chapstick filling your senses and…

Making you hungry. 

Your stomach growled loudly and Heeseung laughed against your lips, slowly pulling away and pushing your hair behind your ears, “Someone’s hungry?” With a nod, to reached back up and planted another kiss to his lips. He welcomed the kiss and leaned into your touch, “Want to pick up something on the way back to your apartment?” He asked, pulling you away from him. 

You pout at the coldness that hits you once he fully removes your body from his, his hand reaching for your helmet, “Yeah, I guess.” 

Heeseung smiles as tilts his head, “Baby, I can give you more than just kisses after dinner, how does that sound?” 

The corners of your lips curled as you bit down on your lower lip, nodding at his proposal. Heeseung kisses your nose and places the helmet on your head, “Jump on the bike then, baby.” 

You giggle and fit yourself behind him on the bike, watching as he fixes the helmet to his head and starts up the bike then rides off into the night.

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damn, I'm so touch deprived

"i've missed you" (jungwon x reader)

genre: fluff word count: 0.6k requested by @i-am-confused-about-life <3

a/n: it's drabble time!! thought i'm not gonna post tonight but oh well 💀 dropping a little shorter one but i hope you guys like it just as much <3

What Jungwon has learnt throughout the entire two years you've been together is that you turn into a light sleeper whenever he's not around. So the turned off lights are enough for him to know that he needs to keep quiet and walk around on his toes. He quietly closes the door behind him, then sets his suitcase right next to the staircase.

Unpacking can wait couple hours more. All that he needs right now is to finally fall asleep with your body curled up next to his – the beloved feeling that he's been deprived of for two months as he's been away on a tour.

He walks up the stairs and pushes the tilted door of your shared bedroom open only to be met with a sight of you asleep. The dim moonlight peaking through the curtains lets him distinguish the way that your face gets smothered by a pillow in the dark, and he feels a smile creeping up on his face almost in an instant.

One look at you is enough to make him feel at home.

Stirring in your sleep, you feel a pair of all too familiar arms wrapping around your middle. The scent, your favorite scent in the entire world, of your boyfriend's cologne engulfs you warmly and you feel a sting of giddiness waking you out of your sleep.

"Won?" You ask groggily, turning around in his tight hold. The second that your eyes meet his sparkly ones, you let a tired grin spread your lips widely and you throw yourself on his neck, pulling him closely to your body. "You're home!"

Your breath tickles his neck but he would rather die than to find it in himself to complain about any of that that – not after he's been missing you like crazy for such a long time. So he nuzzles his head in your shoulder instead.

"Hi, love. Sorry, didn't mean to wake you up."

You smack his arm lightly before going back to squeezing the life out of him. "I'm glad you did. Wanna greet you properly," you mumble in his neck, fingers playing with the hair on the back of his head. He hums before pressing his warm lips to your temple. "You're early, though. Thought you were supposed to come in the evening?"

"We took an earlier flight. Couldn't wait to get home to you. See your pretty face again."

His hands caress your skin ever so gently, the touch nearly lulling you back to sleep. So before your eyes close back again, you tighten your arms around him and whisper a small "I've missed you" with a voice full of emotion.

Jungwon runs his fingers through your hair, carefully untangling whatever knots have created at the ends of your locks. He's well aware you're seconds away from drifting away again but he doesn't mind that at all. Because now he has you in his arms again – his love, his sunshine, and he relishes in the relief as his heart full of longing finally feels almost hundred pounds lighter.

"I've missed you too. So fucking much," he whispers back, letting his lips linger over your cheek after he places a kiss upon it. His nose gently nudges yours before he pulls you impossibly close to his chest and eventually allows his heavy eyelids to flutter shut.

With your body flush to his and the faint sound of your breathing soothing him as well as a lullaby, Jungwon knows he'll finally get a good night's sleep after two months of tossing restlessly in the hotel beds.

"I'm taking you with me the next time," he mumbles into your hair, not even sure if you're listening or if you're already fast asleep but he keeps talking, "I don't care, from now on I'm taking you anywhere I go. Couldn't deal without you for so long again."

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♡ ꒱ bad decisions 𓂃 ᗢᘏᓗ

pairing: ex boyfriend!jongseong x afab!reader

genre: fluff, exes to lovers, slight angst

summary: your best friend, who is your ex boyfriend returns to town and offers to help you cook for Thanksgiving. What if his only intention wasn't to cook and he misses you too much to not kiss you?

word count: 1.2k

warnings: kissing — making out sort of, could be called slightly suggestive

a/n: Hi hi, seeing how bomb Jay looked the other day made me crave writing for him so here it is 🥹 thank you for your support on my previous works, please don't forget to give feedback since it's highly appreciated here!! Please enjoy 💖

"I think we should just give up, to be honest." You broke your silence, wiping the droplets of sweat that was starting to form on your forehead.

You were frustrated and tired, definitely regretting your decision of inviting everyone over to your place for the upcoming Thanksgiving.

What were you thinking? You weren't even confident in your cooking.

"We're a little bit too late in this to give up, don't you think, sweetheart?" Your bestfriend, Jay, responded to you, still holding the knife in his hands as he kept cutting the ingredients for your planned course of meals.

Being the angel he is, he offered to come help you cook, only because he missed being with you in the kitchen, just like the old days.

You sighed, having flashbacks of your previous relationships status with him once he briefly turned your way, giggling adorably when he noticed the familiar grumpy look on your face.

Same as he did a year ago, maybe he wasn't so changed after all, you thought, since the look in his eyes were still the same.

Filled with nothing but love, shinning for you.

"Just bare with me for thirty minutes until I'm done cutting these .." he suggested, ".. then we can take a break and rest, I can even massage your back, okay?"

You simply nodded as you stared at his figure from behind, unable to stop yourself from having deja vu's, which didn't help you focus on the food before you that was waiting to be cooked.

You missed him and it was really hard to ignore when he was this close, yet not close enough to you at the same time.

Just a year ago, the guy who has been your best friend since the age of 12 opened up to you about his feelings, asking you out to be his girlfriend after all those years of gathering his courage up.

Luckily for him, you were sharing the same feelings, which led you both to the best 4 months of your lives as each other's partners on the following short period of time.

It was all perfect; you were living together, about the finish collage together, had so many plans and dreams that you shared since the day you met in the playground when you two were only 7 years old.

But it all crumbled into million pieces when Jay had to move to live abroad, in America, due to family problems.

You knew each other too well to fake the "we can work this out despite the distances" crap, since neither of you believed in long distance relationships, not at all.

So, that was how your relationship come to an unfortunate end, without a real closure cause none of you let the other one go till the last moment, till the moment he stepped into that plane and flew away.

Flew away and left nothing behind.

It's been a year after his leave, a year that passed by with none of you daring to contact the other, and he was back.

He was back for you actually, but the problems was that, he couldn't man up to tell you that just yet.

The aftermath of leaving the love of his life behind was worse than Jay ever imagined, even breathing became hard for him every day he spent not hearing from you.

It just wasn't working for him, not without you.

So, after maybe trillions of arguments and deep talks with his family, he managed to set himself free, to come back here — to come back to you, his home.

It hasn't even been a month since he was back in town, and admittedly, it was hard to adjust back to his presence, but not harder than when he left.

You just had to keep reminding yourself that he wasn't your boyfriend but just a friend now, your best friend, like the old days.

Thankfully, you had other stuff to distract yourself with from him being present again, such as getting hired for your dream job, which was the main reason why you wanted to host the Thanksgiving this year.

It was a well intended idea but considering your lazy personality, maybe it wasn't the best choice you made, and plus, adding up the struggle you had with having Jay around you, it felt nothing other than a recklessly made decision.

But that seemed to be your new vibe, being reckless I mean, cause there you where staring at the thin thread of blood that was running down from your index finger, blinking your eyes a few times in confusion.

"Ouch," You let out, feeling the sting on the tip of your finger, holding it under water with a rush.

"Are you okay?"

Jay ran to you with worried eyes, instinctly placing his hands on yours as he somewhat hugged you from behind.

"Did you cut yourself?"

"Yeah but it's not big,"

"Where's the first aid kit—"

"Jay calm down," you grabbed him by the arm, pulling him back to yourself as you turned off the tap. "See, it can barely be called a cut," you said, showing him your hand, "a bandaid will do, don't worry, okay?"

He nodded as response, reaching the drawer behind you to take out a bandaid for your finger. That's where you both kept them, before he moved out, of course.

A hint of warmth spread through his whole body when he noticed that you didn't change the place of anything, including the kitchen tools and even the bandaids, his heart suddenly started to beat out of his chest with the thought of you still having feelings for him of a sort.

"No, let me." He objected once you reached to took the bandaid from him, not allowing you since he wanted to put it on himself, standing in front of you while you were leaning against the counter, with no more then a few inches existing between your bodies.

You cleared your throat, feeling overwhelmed by the proximity as he was wrapping the bandaid around the tip of your finger carefully, his lips formed into a cute pout that you loved to kiss so much.

That thought became even more prominent once he looked up at you with loving eyes, holding your injured hand in his soft palms.

"Jay—" you whispered when he placed his forehead against yours, stepping impossibly closer to you, his hands now resting on the both sides of your hips.

"Hm?"

"We s-shouldn't," You stuttered, eyes focused on his plump lips, "this is bad."

The contrast of your words and your actions made Jay chuckle, as he tilted his head while pushing his face to yours, the tip of his nose gently brushing past yours.

He closed his eyes, licking his lips before finally pressing them onto yours, a small whimper escaping from his mouth due to the contact he was craving to feel for a year.

He dug his nails onto your skin over your clothes, pressing his body on you as his lips fervently moved against yours, dancing under a messy kiss with so much love and compassion.

You were panting when he broke the kiss to stop himself from going even further, his longing for you turning into a burning lust the more he felt your hands holding on his body, your delicate touches flipping a switch that he didn’t know existed in him.

"Maybe," he mummbled, pecking the corner of your lips before locking his eyes on yours, "but what if this is a good kind of bad, hm y/n?"

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OMG I GOT MY FIRST REQUEST !! thank you @biggestenhastan and i hope you enjoy it !

REQUEST ! "heyy!! i read some of ur works and you are such a talented writer omg. and i was wondering if u can make a jay fic where he was playing league and you walking in being super sleepy but u being the way u are cant sleep without him even though u dont want to admit it u go up to him and asked him if u could sit in his lap while he played and he teased u a bit but obviously said ok and when u go to him u massage his scalp and he falls more in love w u at the small gesture and he turns off his game bc he starts to get sleepy as well but doesnt wanna move he sleepily murmurs sweet nothings as u fall asleep then u both wke up w aching backs and necks and end up bickering about whos fault it was"

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WARNINGS ! none i think; might contain grammar errors ! word count: 1k

you had just woken up from a nap. jay had invited you over to his apartment, but while you were hanging out, the boys called him to play league for a while so you decided to go to his bed and ended up falling asleep.

you woke up, missing jay’s presence in the sheets beside you, you looked up and saw orange rays peeking through the blinds indicating the sun was already setting, meaning you were asleep for a few hours.

jay was nowhere to be seen but you could hear the faint voice coming from his pc room that was just beside his bedroom.

you got up from the bed, searching for the missing sock that you probably lost during your nap. when you found it you put it on and wore your slippers and went to where jay was.

you softly knocked on the door, slowly opened the door and quietly entered the room, seeing jay already looking at you.

you walked up to him while gently rubbing the sleep off your eyes. to jay you looked so adorable right now with your tousled hair, just wearing his shirt and your pink shorts that he thought were ridiculous but you loved them.

“hey angel, do you need anything?” he asked as he looked up at you from his chair.

“no just woke up from a nap. are you done playing?” you asked him, desperate for his attention.

“not yet, we are almost finished, just a few more rounds, ‘kay?” he asked you, pulling you down to his height so he could peck your lips while you nodded.

“wanna cuddle you, can i?” you asked him, with a blush creeping on your cheeks. jay laughed at your request, finding it adorable that you were needy for his attention, when you had it almost the whole day, almost.

“awn, is my baby needy for my attention? can’t wait till i’m done, mnh?” jay teased you making you turn your face away from him, trying to hide the crimson red covering your cheeks, while pushing his arm, making him let out a laugh. although he was teasing you, he still opened his arms, inviting you to sit on his lap, which you gladly accepted. you straddled his legs and automatically wrapped your arms around his neck while resting your head on his chest, hearing his steady heartbeat, making you feel sleep take over you again.

jay adjusted his arms around you, circling your waits so he could still reach the mouse and keyboard.

while you laid like that, jay kept playing but he was talking less due to your presence, only letting out a few sentences when he needed back up or supplies from the boys. you often felt his chest rumbling when he talked with his deep and quiet voice so as to not bother you, knowing you were still sleepy from your nap. the boys obviously noticed his quietness.

“jay why are you suddenly so quiet?” heeseung asked the younger boy.

“yeah hyung, you’ve been awfully quiet for a while.” niki added.

“y/n is here, and she kinda fell asleep.” jay explained while his hands skillfully moved around the keyboard. the boys started teasing him and calling him things like simp, making him roll his eyes at the comments, simply ignoring them, not bothering to answer them.

while he played you tried to keep your eyes open and not fall asleep but it was getting harder with the comfort jay brought you and the calming effect his deep voice had on you. your eyes started to slowly close but you weren’t falling asleep yet, your hands unconsciously started massaging jay’s scalp, something you usually did when you two were cuddling.

jay felt your hands and his eyes started faltering at the comforting touch. he felt his heart pick up its speed, and he swore he felt his love grow for you the more you rubbed his nape area.

as jay was playing he felt your breathing slow down, but your hands were still massaging him. he looked down and saw you fast asleep. he cooed at the sight before him and he leaned down to kiss the crown of your head, softly inhaling the scent of your shampoo that he loved so much, while he very quietly whispers i love you. he started to lose focus on the game and the boys’ voices were starting to sound faint in his headphones, as he felt sleepiness wash over him. jay decided to call it a day and turned off the computer. he was about to turn around in his chair, when he noticed your hands stopped moving, meaning you were in a deep sleep. he tried to think of a way to move you both to bed without waking you up, but with the way he was sleepy, nothing occurred to his mind, so you both stayed in the chair, jay not moving an inch, not wanting to risk waking you up. he felt his body shutting down with sleep as he murmured sweet nothing into you ear, while his hands that were holding your waist started rubbing your back up and down. 

jay ended up falling asleep and the next morning he woke up with his neck almost completely bent backwards. when he tried to lift his head back up, he felt a huge pain go from his neck down to his spine, making him grunt which woke you up. you yawned and rubbed your eyes, getting used to the morning light coming from the window. you tried to get in a sitting positions when you felt a pang of pain on your back making you wince and just then you realized you were in jay’s chair.

“jay, why the hell were we sleeping on your chair?” you asked, rubbing your back, trying to ease the pain. “like, were you asking to have back pain in the morning, geez!” 

“tch, like it’s my fault, miss decided-to-sleep-on-my-lap.” he said, rolling his eyes while massaging his neck muscles.

“oh yeah, because it’s totally MY fault you weren’t capable of taking us to bed.” you kept bickering with him, annoyed that he was accusing you.

“sure, because it’s MY fault you-”

I think it makes it obvious that none of you were morning people.

that con pic of won will forever have an effect on meHSMAHDMAJSKSJAKAJ

doesn’t he look good? || enhypen texts

synopsis - texting bf!enhypen a picture you took of one of his members at their concert asking “doesn’t he look good?”

idol!enhypen x reader / established relationship - fluff + crack / warnings - kms joke (jakehoon)

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Cuddling the Enha boys!

genere! : fluff

pairings! : heeseung x reader, jay x reader, jake x reader, sunghoon x reader, sunoo x reader, jungwon x reader, niki x reader

warnings! : mention of heeseung slaping your booty (😭)

LEE HEESEUNG

Hee loves when you lay between his legs. Your head resting on his chest while he uses his phone with one hand, and massage your scalp with another. He loves the feeling of you laying on top of him, so one of his favourites gotta be when your whole body is on top of him and your face burried into his neck. He feels so intimate when doing, so he prefers this over anything. As a joke i feel like he would love to slap your bum sometime... Idk he just looks like it.

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PARK JONGSONG

Cuddles mostly end up in a nap, but it's not a problem till you stay close to him. He loves a comfortable silence while starring at your 'slowly drifting to sleep' face. He loves to hold your hand, never letting it go. So you both just stare at each other while your fingers and legs are intertwined and maybe have some small converstations. He can't help but smile all the time, and sometimes kiss the back of your hand.

SIM JAEYUN

Jake cannot shut his mouth! He loves talking to you while you lay your head on his chest and holding your hand. He often asks you about your day or anything really, while he smiles and plays with your fingers, or grips them tightly between his, or really just drawing circles on the back if your hand. He also loves cuddling when sitting up! You put a leg over his and get close to his side, hugging him between your arms and sneaking one up higher into his hair. He also kisses alot.

PARK SUNGHOON

This man is kinda awkward. The first times cuddling with him were initiated by you instead. He got so red in the face when he was laying on his back, using his phone, then you suddenly sneaked your head on his chest. Taking his awkwardness into consideration he prefers positions which doesn't involve facing you. He's just one shy baby, please excuse him :(, but by time he gets used to it and loves keeping you near him. His favourites are definetely spooning you or laying on his chest while he's doing whatever. This way he can ease the awkwardness more.

KIM SUNOO

He loves various positions! He likes to face you, hold you in his arms, or just cares you tummy while kissing the back of your neck. For spooning, it just depends on his mood. He loves when you hold him in your arms, making him feel safe and all warm when he's tired or just in need of affection, but he likes showing of his masculinity by having a strong grip on your waist! He's also a big talker! He loves telling you about his day or his plans, but he never dispieses a comfortable silence.

YANG JUNGWON

Won always would've love the idea of cuddling, but it was just kinda weird to him to bring it up,so he stayed silent for a while. One day when he was especially tired he didn't bother to greet you just plopped his head right in your lap. That's not much of cuddling, but he loved when you caresed his hair. You both grew to like cuddling so now he loves when your limbs are tangled up, and he's resting his head on top of yours, hugging you close to him.

NISHIMURA RIKI

He's very young. He's not used to intimate relationships like this so everything was a first for him. He was always awkward with physical affection, but he's trying to warm up into it and not think it's embarassing. When you brouth up the idea of cuddling he just flushed. He layed down on his bed and just stayed in a stiff position. By time he got used to it and he loves when you lay next to him, and keep your head on his arm.