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SHALL WE DANCE … lee heeseung !!

PAIRING → idol!heeseung x fem!reader | GENRE → fluff, idol!au | WORD COUNT → 0.2k

AUTHOR’S NOTE → happy seungie day !! <3

the delightful sounds of shared laughter echoed through the practice room that held only you and heeseung, alone.

“yeah, so spread out your arms like this—not like this,” heeseung demonstrated, correcting you as he finished with lingering laughter.

for fun, he was teaching you one of enhypen’s choreographies, and it only brought you two joy, being in one another’s presence and just having fun, living life without a single thought of the stresses you had earlier this day or this week.

you nodded with a smile, fixing the position of your body the way he told you to, when all of a sudden, your eyes went wide. you felt heeseung from behind, his arms snaking their way around your waist as he hugged you from the back.

his embrace was warm, homely even.

you relaxed under the contact and smiled, and so did he.

and with that, he rested his head on your own, swaying side to side, content as your hearts beated in sync for each other.

PART TWO → BABY

AUTHOR’S NOTE → happy heeseung day !! and thanks for reading !! <3 reblogs and feedback don’t hurt, right? <3

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→ enhypen and their soft, italicized 'oh' moment </3

heeseung. you avert your gaze from him, shy from the seconds spent gazing into his eyes. taking the pen in your hand again, you continue to point at a series of excercises you'd been helping him solve and in that moment when the sunlight filters through the curtains of his kitchen window to hit your eyes. he falls breathless, taking in your glowing eyes, seeing all of the colours he'd never seen before in them. you look downright angelic and he resists the urge to cup your face in his palm to tell you how beautiful you look, because best friends just don't do that.

jay. you're sitting on the couch next to him, curled into a ball by his side as you rest your cheek on his shoulder. the blanket he'd brought from his room to throw over your bodies no longer needed now that you were so close to him, warmth radiating off your body. it's not just his skin, however, for his heart feels just as warm and cozy. the clock strikes one am, the movie running on the tv in front of him long forgotten as all of his senses get lost in you. hesitant on moving, in fear of waking you up from your peaceful slumber, he wraps an arm around your side to pull you in closer and falls asleep right next to you.

jake. someone calls your name from a distance, the sound ringing out all across the street until it reaches his ears. he perks up, recognising your voice. butterflies flood his stomach at the thought of you. turning around, his eyes roam over the mass of people before him, settling on your beaming face. you look happy, he notices with a smile of his own. it dawns on him in that moment, that brief second of epiphany. he wants you to be happy and loved. he wants to be the one to love you forever.

sunghoon. seated on your chair, he closes his eyes, letting you run your fingers through his hair. you have an elastic band ready around your fingers to tie his silver strands into whatever style you so desire. peeking through his lashes, he is taken slightly aback to see you so close to him, brows pulled into a concentrated frown. you're not looking at him despite leaning impossibly close. your eyes are solely set on finding the perfect angle for the silly space buns you're trying to make from his short hair. you look adorable, he notes with a fluttering heart.

sunoo. the hallways are always crowded after the bell rings, signalling the end of the lesson as break time arrives. friend groups are stalking through the floor to go outside and take a breather. you're holding his hand in yours, pulling him along with you as you try not to just dash across the hall. he knows that you want to show him something, so he caves in, letting himself be dragged around. you have the brightest, most excited look on your face as you run over the grass and arrive in front of a tree to show him a little bird nest with eggs resting inside. the sight melts his heart.

jungwon. he is breathing long and hard, sweat dripping from his forehead as he scans over his opponent's form, trying to find any signs of weakness. his wrist throbs from having blocked a particularly heavy kick a few moments prior and he is at a loss of fuel. he's stuck with a seemingly unbeatable force standing between him and the gold medal. he wants to give up, not having any more energy to push forward. then he hears you calling out his name from the stands and suddenly he is able to breathe, no longer underwater. it's you again, who pulls him back into life.

ni-ki. he's dancing alone in the studio, limbs frantically, yet precisely roaming all over the empty space in intricate figures. his feet fall into the patterns he'd memorized by heart, moving to the rhythmic beat of his favourite artist's latest song. through the daze he is in— the ache spreading all over his body, the dizziness coming from the moves he's been practicing all day, the frustration— he thinks of you. you're in his mind again and this time, something clicks in him. simply the thought of you eases the weariness in his bones and he finally realizes that you're all he needs to feel okay again.

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nah, man i */sobs to my hugging pillow

kiss, kiss, kiss. — kim sunoo 김선우

masterlist ; warnings none genre fluff

getting ready to bed with your boyfriend, sunoo.

“whoa, today was quite a day,” sunoo brushed his hair back with his hand. moving away his bangs as he put a headband on. he glanced at you in the mirror, a smile quietly forming on his lips as he watched you wearing your own headband, “how was your day?”

“i'm beat,” you put just the right amount of toothpaste on your brush. your eyes caught sunoo's in the mirror, “it was fun, a little absurd, but fun.”

his smile grew bigger as he watched you brush your teeth, “oh, really? tell me about it!” sunoo picked up his own toothbrush and started brushing his own.

you took your time to brush your teeth while sunoo patiently waiting for your answer with a smile on his face, “i accidentally met my old friends on the way home,” you said after you spit out your toothpaste. you wiped your mouth and excitedly continued, “apparently one of them moved not so far from here, and they asked me to come to have a housewarming party with them. i'm not even that close with them, it was really awkward and a soul-sucking moment. gosh, it was totally t—”

out of the blue, sunoo abruptly kissed your cheek. leaving a tiny toothpaste foam on it. he was smiling from ear to ear.

you gasped, “WHAT WAS THAT FOR?!” you touched your cheek, jokingly annoyed by the kiss. though, it's actually woke up a lot of butterflies in your stomach.

sunoo laughed thrilled at your reaction. he washed his mouth and his toothbrush before putting it on the glass next to yours, “oh my god, you're so cute.”

“excuse me?” you asked as if you were offended by his words but you couldn't hide the redness on your cheeks and ears.

sunoo obviously noticed your flustered face. he was grinning as his soft hands went to cup your face, “i said you're cute,” he giggled before giving a peck on your lips, you could smell the mint from toothpaste he used before, “and you're so pretty,” he left another peck on your lips, “and i love you soooo much,” sunoo put his lips on yours once again. but this time it lasts a little bit longer.

you didn't know how to react, so you just stood there totally giving in to his touch as he pampered you with kisses. maybe it's by the rule for sunoo to kiss you at least three times before going to bed.

damn I'm so touch deprived

＞＜﹐LOVELOVELOVE

lee heeseung ㅤx ㅤgnreader ㆍ genre fluff established rs warnings semi-proofread, r is called pretty, heeseung mentions having kids synopsis he’s just so in love with youㅤ ─  565

note i have an unhealthy relationship with commas i fear + listen to lovelovelove by yerin baek ♡

falling in love with you was easy. heeseung would say it’s the easiest thing he’s ever done in his life, you made it so simple.

he wouldn’t go so far as to say that he fell in love with you at first sight; he just thought you were pretty. who wouldn’t find you pretty? anyone could see it, it was obvious. but he wasn’t in love with you. that happened later, he wasn’t sure when but gradually over time he began to like you. 

somewhere along the line, though, you stopped being just pretty. somewhere along the line, he found himself looking for you in everything, wanting to text you after something small happened to him, missing you when you’d barely left five minutes ago. he found himself wanting to touch you, to kiss you.

somewhere along the line, he fell so deeply in love that it was impossible to come back from. nothing could change how he felt about you, not like he wanted that, but still. and, finally, after two long years of liking you, he finally worked up the courage to ask you out. 

jake and sunghoon like to tease him, saying how lame he was back then; how silly it was that he planned out his confession, going as far as to make a script (it wasn’t really a script. he just.. wrote down his feelings so he could better understand them.) when it was obvious you liked him back. why would he believe them, though? how could they possibly know how you felt? so, of course, he stressed about every little detail of his confession.

you said yes—thank god—and suddenly he could do everything he wanted to with you. he would never tell you, but in his mind, he had a bucket list with everything that he wanted to experience with you during your time together. 

you said yes, and now you’re here, in your shared bed, with him, sleeping peacefully as he watches you with a fond smile on his face.

he loves moments like these. he loves seeing you at your most peaceful, your face relaxed, and not thinking about the stress life causes almost daily. he hopes that he’ll never forget this when he’s older. then again, how could he? he won’t ever be able to forget anything about you.

he wants to marry you, he thinks. he’s thought about your future before, obviously. the two of you, married, living in a big house with one or two children if that’s what you wanted. it's different now, though. he needs to marry you. it's like something suddenly shifted deep inside him and he just can’t wait to be your husband anymore.

he snaps out of his thoughts when he feels you move, stretching your arms out and groaning as you do. you relax and slowly open your eyes, glancing at heeseung briefly before closing them again.

“i could feel you staring at me in my sleep,” you mutter, a faint smile spreading across your face.

he hums, “could you?”

you nod and grab his arm, pulling him closer to you. you wrap your arms around his torso, burying your face in his chest and sighing contently. “mhm, you make it real obvious sometimes.”

warmth fills his body as he grins to himself, rubbing his hand up and down your back. 

he should buy a ring soon.

THE INTERVIEWS: PARK SUNGHOON

member: sunghoon | type: drabble | wc: 1.7k+ | genre: fluff, somewhat interview/documentary, future setting, canon compliant, established relationship with a woman (she/her)

summary: a series of interviews for some of the members of ENHYPEN a few years into their future, detailing their life and love, and everything in between. 

a/n: its not the best but this is kind of a new thing im trying out. it’s not centered on the romance as much as on sunghoon’s character i headcanon, but pls do give it a try <3</p>

A cup of coffee sits in focus in our first frame. Behind is a backdrop of grey curtains that allows us to see just a thin wisp of steam curling above the beverage.

It is, however, short-lived. With the strong stride of our arriving guest smudging it away, the camera is moved to follow the man. We only see his black slacks for now, making their way towards a two-seater couch, similarly black.

When the man sits down, he does so with a sound that’s a cross between relief and excitement, taking on a position with his palms on his knees. He looks up behind the camera awaiting the clap of the slate, then expertly schools his expression into that of more professionality. Witnessing this, it is no wonder now that our guest has thirteen years of experience in the industry under his belt.

“Hello, this is Park Sunghoon.”

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damn, I also actually need a Sim Jaeyun to smooch me rn 💔

lipbalm ━━ ( sjy ) .

synopsis: a kiss to change your mind 🥥 warnings! skinship ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ © jjunae

'are you listening?,' jake whined, prodding your arm with his toe. you both were in your dorm, you at your desk (attempting to study), while jake lay sprawled out on your bed. truth be told, the entire situation that was unraveling was your fault. you'd promised him a date, but instead, made him wait while you finished last-minute assignments.

'yes jake, i'm listening,' you murmured, flipping over the pages of your answer-sheets.

'when are we going to leave?,' he grumbled, sitting up straight with a jump.

'just a few more minutes, baby,' you soothingly said, to which he groaned loudly.

'you said that 30 minutes ago! i really think you need a break. we should go out, get some ice cream, walk around, and then you can come back and finish whatever's left,' he suggested, and you sighed, twirling the pencil to-and-fro between your fingers.

'i only have one question remaining, just give me a minute, yeah?,' you assured, but he shook his head.

'yn, it's obvious you're not getting any work done. you look overwhelmed, let's go out,' he said, as he slid off your bed, and tugged at your hand.

'babe, i'm literally-,' you tried, but stopped midway as you felt his lips smashed against yours. foul move, you thought, since he knew well that you were a sucker for his smooches. the taste of his lips made you fondly remember his excitement when he showed you his squirtle-shaped lipbalm, leading to a smile spreading across your face.

'get up, we're leaving,' he announced after quickly pulling away, efficiently dragging you from your seat, all the while a goofy smile lingered on your face.

'yeah... yeah okay, let's go.'

sounds of hyunjin.

in which hyunjin comes home to you after a long day. very fluffy and soft (everyone pls act surprised) and how i missed writing for hyune;;; (blue silk shirt hyunjin makes a fleeting appearance i couldnt help myself)

this is dedicated to @hyunverse because she matches my hyunjin freak! and GO WISH HER A HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!!!!!!! i love you angel :p

It’s a few minutes past midnight when Hyunjin finally returns home to you. For the past two hours, you’ve been in bed, your head buried in your book of the month. But as you hear the distinctive jingle of Hyunjin’s keys, the words on the pages blur and fade. Your heart forgets the names of the characters you’ve been reading about, leaving only two syllables lingering at the edge of your thoughts—Hyunjin.

“Angel,” he whispers as soon as his eyes land on you, his voice barely audible. There’s a palpable relief in his tone, one you recognize instantly. Perhaps you have memorized the different shades of his voice more intimately than your own.

“My love,” you reply, and you know he catches the possessiveness in this specific nickname. Outside, he’s everyone’s to admire and adore, but here, in the sanctuary of your bedroom, he’s only yours—to gaze upon, to hold and to love.

He doesn’t leave you time to fully admire his silky blue shirt and how it contrasts perfectly against his honey-dipped skin. Instead, he’s quick to lay beside you, his head nestled in the crook of your neck, his ponytail tickling your bare skin. He smells of roses and faint, familiar hints of your shampoo.

“I missed you,” he mumbles, his breath rippling across your skin like stones skipping on a river. You tighten your hold on his body, closer, not close enough. Never close enough.

“I missed you more,” you say, and a sigh long caged in your heart finally escapes at his proximity. Hyunjin’s absence always feels like a heavyweight atop your soul, bricks upon bricks that he can dispel with just one sight of his star-laden eyes.

“How was your day?” he asks, his chin settling on your chest. You smile softly, gently unraveling his ponytail as you reply, “It was nice. I finally had time to read my book. What about you?”

“It was good,” he grins, his smile widening as he adds, “It’s better now that I’m here with you.” His familiar crescent eyes unfurl like full blooms— it’s been three years and yet the sight of his smile still makes you blush like a crimson sunset. 

You remain quiet, your fingers gently massaging his scalp, trailing up and down the nape of his neck. He relaxes fully in your hold, eyes closed, cheek pressed against your stomach. A lump forms in your throat at how safe he seems in your embrace, how he so willingly hands you the reins of his being.

“Baby,” you giggle faintly, “you need to get changed or you’ll end up falling asleep.”

“I don’t want to,” he shakes his head, wrapping his arms around your waist. “I feel good here.”

“You’ll feel better after a shower.”

“Only if you’re showering with me,” he grins mischievously, and you giggle, playfully bopping his nose.

“I already showered. Just go, I’ll wait for you.”

Hyunjin nods, lifting himself from above you, yet his hands linger on either side of your body, hovering like a gentle shield. “I missed you,” he whispers before his lips press softly against yours. They don’t move right away; they simply rest there, savoring the taste of one another and the sweetness that his presence infuses every instant.

Your hand finds his jaw, drawing him closer. “Missed you,” you murmur against his lips, and he smiles, pulling away slightly, his nose grazing gently against yours.

A quiet fifteen minutes unfold as you remain curled in bed, eyes closed, absorbing the sounds of Hyunjin— the water running quietly in the shower, his gentle whistling weaving through the melodies in his mind, his quiet yelp as what you assume is your shampoo falling on his feet. You trace his movements through the dim light as he emerges from the shower, a towel draped around his waist, droplets of water cascading down his v-line in a dance you’ve long memorized.

There is something profoundly intimate that curls and tightens within your heart as you simply watch him follow his nightly routine— as he applies lotion to his face, followed by his (your) favorite essence, as his fingers glide gently through his hair before he layers his black strands with his serum.

You’ve missed the serenity of witnessing Hyunjin in these moments, in his most unguarded, ordinary form, donning checkered beige pajamas that match with your own.

As soon as he’s done, he’s quick to climb into the bed, immediately bringing your body to his. There are many words lodged within your throat as you feel his heartbeat resonate within your soul— how existing with him is the joy of your life, how your house only comes alive when he’s in it.

He seems to sense your unspoken confessions as he leans back, gently tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “I feel as though a piece of my soul was written in the lines of your being,” he whispers, and your breath falters in your throat. “When I’m away, I can always feel something missing, my heart pulsating with a void.” 

His thumb glides softly over your cheekbones before his warm palm cradles your face. “But when you are near, every thought in my mind quiets down. It’s like my heart recognizes you, knows you, has learned you.” 

His voice is tender, flowing like honey into your ears, wrapping you in the soothing warmth of green tea late into the night. You find peace in your love for Hyunjin, you feel safe inscribing your heart with his name. 

“I love you,” you murmur, before pressing your lips to his once more. Your mouth parts only to meet again, too eager to reunite like long-lost lovers, to taste his love for you once more. 

It’s only a few minutes past five a.m. when you both finally fall asleep.

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the boyfriend vibes are high

I'm also crying too but don't have a minho 😔💔

minho x gn!reader. hurt/comfort. reader used to feel lonely but not anymore with minho. for u my @rachalixie <333

it is a regular sunday afternoon, filled with all the chores you procrastinated for the end of the week. you're halfway through a batch of fresh laundry, when your eyes find Minho- he's fiddling with a pair of your pink socks, completely engrossed in a trashy sitcom playing on your TV. a bowl of fruit sits between you two, one he meticulously peeled because he knows you don't like the fruits' skin.

your hands go limp as you observe minho, who places your socks down before blindly grabbing one of your t-shirts. he carefully folds it in half, smoothing away its creases because he knows you like perfectly folded clothes, neat and tidy.

a lump materializes in your throat as minho quietly chuckles at the TV, your mind not on the sitcom but on the man folding laundry beside you.

in that moment, a sudden light penetrates the shadowed parts of your mind, ones you've left uncharted for too long, fearing what you'll find hiding in their darkness. instead, you discover a flourishing garden, watered by minho's attentions everytime he's near.

the realization dawns on you suddenly, yet gently, like an unexpected kiss gracing your forehead, a hang grabbing your own when you least anticipate it— you haven't felt lonely in so long.

you couldn't feel lonely on a sunday morning when minho woke with you, willingly giving up on sleep so you could make breakfast together. you couldn't feel lonely when he propped his chin on your shoulder as you scrambled the eggs on the stove, his cold hands sneaking underneath your shirt, a gentle kiss on your neck to compensate his chilling touch.

loneliesss couldn't loom in the supermarket's aisles when minho pushed the cart near you, whining when you didn't give him attention for too long. you couldn't feel lonely as minho helped you pack up the groceries into your car, before caging you against the door, planting a short, but fervent kiss on your lips.

loneliness doesn't cast its shadows on your home when minho helped you clean it, washing the dishes as you diligently swept every counter. you couldn't feel lonely when he suddenly pulled your hand before waltzing around to the soft hums escaping his lips.

loneliness is a stranger when minho folds your laundry, some pieces of his clothing sneaking into your closet. you aren't lonely when minho lives with you, throughout your extraordinary days and your most mundane, boring ones.

a sniffle leaves your lips before you can stop it, and minho's head snaps instinctively to yours, worry drawn onto his face as he furiously racks over your figure. you don't even know where the tears are coming from, but they are streaming furiously down your cheeks, showing no sign of stopping soon.

"baby," he calls out tentatively, putting the fruit bowl on the table and moving closer to you. "what's wrong?" he asks and you straddle his lap, burying your face onto the crook of his neck instead of replying.

you aren't lonely when minho pats your back, rubbing soothing motions on it from the crown of your hair down the end of your spine. you aren't lonely because minho spoke to your loneliness, gently, patiently, until he finally convinced it to desert your bones.

"i love you," you whisper against his skin and he pulls you slightly away, his hands tenderly cradling your face. "i love you. what happened?"

"it's silly and stupid," you mumble, looking down at his lap. he gently hooks a finger beneath your chin, urging you to look at him.

"nothing that makes you cry is stupid. tell me, hm?"

"you help me fold my socks," you say, lower lip slightly quivering. "and clean the house and get my groceries."

"do you not want me to?" he asks, tilting his head to the side.

"no, no. i just can't believe you'd want to."

"why is that?" he inquires, gently wiping your still cascading tears.

"because those are things i used to do alone. i... i never thought I'd have someone with me, by my side, every day," you pause, tears doubling over at your impending confession. "i never thought that one day i would no longer be lonely."

minho's eyes soften incredibly, the way your heart turns into mush in his hands. he silently brings your head to his chest, your cheek pressed right above his heartbeat, and then he sways from left to right, body pressed tightly to yours.

"i'm here now. it's okay, angel, it's over," he whispers, planting a lingering kiss on the top of your head. you clutch his shirt tightly between your fists, allowing his words to permeate your being. to dust every misguided idea you held about your future.

you won't be lonely when minho loves you.

"you know i want to marry you, right? so i plan on folding your laundry for a long long time. under one rule, though."

"what?" you ask with a small voice.

"you won't cry next time i fold your clothes."

"shut up," you pinch his side playfully and he giggles before tickling you in retaliation. your laughter fills the air, quieting down the sound of your tv and simultaneously, all the ugly thoughts that once occupied your head.