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emmy ♡ 25 ♡ she/her writings every wednesday and saturday, with the occasional special post. requests are opened ! ♡ main: gyusgal

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[gyusgal]

holy moly just when i thought my character dev was done (moving was hell but i'm done now <3 and i have a nice new bed <33)

[gyusgal]

after months of pstd inducing children (really just one. the one.), coursework, being an actual teacher and learning with my actual job on the line, several health crises both mental and physical, three state exams, one enha concert and one txt concert (the only ones i had time for </3), and an egregious amount of money taken each month for my certification payment plan, I DID IT

once the state processes my application, i will officially become a certified teacher and will get to do what i know i was put on this silly little planet of ours to do

[andkisses]

semi-hiatus until april 24

hello all! i know i haven't been as active as i was a couple months ago </3 im a teacher and state testing season has been KICKING my ass, but it's almost over! in 2 weeks i will have completed all major work requirements of me and i will have more time and mental energy to be here <3 thank you for your patience and sticking with me

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♡ he takes care of you (1) | enha ♡

ot7!enha headcanon: they take care of you when you have a headache

♡ ot7 x gn!reader | wc. 1.2k ♡ genres/tropes: fluff!  casual hurt/comfort ♡ mentions of/warnings: pain, pain meds, headaches ♡ a/n: little something for every member <3 jungwon’s first and the rest below the cut ^^ dedicated all my migraine homies </3 also lowkey not proofread it could be better lol ♡ masterlist ♡

✧･ﾟ: * jungwon

“are you feeling better?” he asks. jungwon pouts as he watches you shake your head, still squinting. you snuggle back up into the blanket, and further into jungwon’s side. the tv plays so softly, the sound might as well be off. jungwon has watched four episodes of whatever drama netflix recommended, understanding everything through facial expressions and subtitles. every half hour or so, he would check your tempurature, just to make sure it wasn’t something else. but you stayed cool–or warm?--and jungwon knew it was just one of those days. “don’t worry,” he whispers against the crown of your head, planting a gentle kiss as episode five opens to a melodramatic scene.  “i’ll stay right here for as long as you need.”

✧･ﾟ: * heeseung

he comes home to find you on the couch, under a blanket, in total silence. the lights are off and the tv, which is normally playing reruns of your favorite dramas, is silent. oh no, he thinks, a sad smile on his face as he gently pulls back the blanket. you rest, asleep, with a line between furrowed brows, headache plaguing you even know. heeseung takes one finger, lightly running it down your forehead to the tip of your nose over and over in slow, soothing strokes until that angry line fades away. heeseung can tell you still hurt, even in your sleep. it leaves a certain pang in his heart. he wishes he could take your pain from you, but since he can't, he settles for what he thinks is next best. heeseung places a warm, tender kiss between your brows. then, he pulls the blanket back up and sits on the other end of the couch, electing to read a book. he stays close, as close as he can, so he can always be there for you.

✧･ﾟ: * jay

when you came home, stumbling through the front door, leaving your stuff in a messy heap to disappear into the room you shared, jay knew what was occurring. he takes the time to stop what he's doing and sort your things–shoes on the rack, bags on the hook, keys in the bowl on the table by the front door. next, he grabs a small glass of cold water and some pain medicine. jay slips into the bedroom, which you've left dark and unlit. he can barely make out your figure curled up on top of the covers. he places his things on the side table and sits beside you on the bed. he rubs his hand up and down your back, and frowns when you whimper. "take these," he whispers, helping you sit up. after you've taken your medicine, jay wraps you in his arms, pulling you both down. he selfishly savors how you feel, snuggling into the crook of his neck. how lucky he is to be able to hold you and help you whenever he can, he thinks, kissing your temple. whatever he can do for you, jay will.

✧･ﾟ: * jake

he knows something is up from the way you squint when you laugh too hard, or take a moment to stare at the food on your plate you merely pushed around. at one point, you’re mid conversation, stumbling you’re way through a story, when jake reaches over and places his hand on top of yours. you don’t need to say anything–his look tells you he cares, and jake watches as you slump your shoulders and sink into your chair. “i thought i could just… think it away.” jake makes sure to laugh softly–he knows noises make it worse. you both stand and he holds you close, hand cradling the back of your head with fingers massaging your scalp. he walks you back to your room, where he dims the lights and turns on the fan. he makes sure the blinds and the curtains are shut before tucking you in safe and secure. “i’m sorry about dinner,” you mumble, already relaxing. “it’s okay,” jake assures, smoothing your hair back out of your face. “let me take care of you.”

✧･ﾟ: * sunghoon

he feels awkward, not knowing whether to hold you or give you space, talk or stay silent. he feels like glass, and sunghoon knows you’re really the one in trouble, but he cares so much and overthinks everything he isn’t sure what to do. he’s so in his head, that when you call out to him from your spot on the couch, encapsulated in the cool darkness, that he jumps. “what’s wrong?” you ask, your voice low and tired. you’ve taken your medicine (he knows, he helped you), but sunghoon can tell you’re still in pain. he kneels beside you on the couch, taking one of your hands in both of his, holding them beneath his chin. “i love you so much, it hurts that i don’t know what to do.” painful honesty, but sunghoon feels relief when you smile, telling him to stay. he crawls onto the couch with you, a tight squeeze, but he feels better–and he’s certain you do too–with you firmly and safely in his arms.

✧･ﾟ: * sunwoo

it’s quiet in the car, aside from the air conditioning, sunoo parked it minutes ago, but you’re finally relaxed in your seat, eyes shut, head tucked onto your shoulder. he knows he needs to move you–don’t need to suffer a neck ache too. but after everything you went through? it warrants a small reprieve. “you don’t have to pretend,” he says, leaning over to move a strand of hair from your face. he kisses your forehead and whispers against your skin. “not with me, not ever.” you over a soft, albeit pained smile, looking up at sunoo through your lashes. his heart swells–you tried your hardest to make it through the evening and everything he had planned, but sunoo’s known you long enough–loved you long enough–to see through any facade you put up, no matter how shiny and pristine. sunoo smiles, kissing your cheek this time. he can feel you smile wider. “let’s get you safe inside, hm? i get to take care of you now.”

✧･ﾟ: * niki

at first, he’s nervous when you go silent on your side of the couch. it isn’t that far, but you feel miles from niki in your silence. normally, you’re both going back and forth in your banter, no matter the subject on tv. but about half an hour ago, you started getting quieter and quieter, to the point niki wondered if it was something he said, a line he crossed without even knowing it was there. but then, as he finally gets enough courage to look your way, he sees you with your eyes shut and snuggled into the back of the couch. sometimes, i get these headaches. and now he;s rushing to do everything he can remember–lights off, cold water, medicine, a blanket, and—you wrap your fingers around his wrist, and he freezes in his panic. “thank you,” you say with a smile, and niki is certain you can feel his racing heartbeat through his wrist. “for taking care of me.” suddenly, the panic has melted away, and a new nervousness washes over niki–a unique worry of how much he loves you, and how it’s so much more than he ever anticipated.

[andkisses]

Hey love! I requested a fic a couple months ago, I was wondering did you forget abt it?

hi love !! i feel so terrible about having you wait i was on a roll and then my life fell apart with work and my health lol it's all good now and i dont want you to see these as excuses, just explanations <3 i've been working on it little by little when i'd have time and it should be up tomorrow ! i can't thank you enough for being patient with me !! i appreciate you so much

[andkisses]

✧･ﾟ: * bf texts with: heeseung

♡ heeseung x gn!reader ♡ genres/tropes: mostly fluff, some angst, one suggestive one ♡ mentions of/warnings: use of petnames, some jealousy on his part ♡ a/n: these are sm fun to make ♡ masterlist ♡

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♡ cold weather care | enha ♡

ot7!enha headcanon: cold weather activities with you <3

♡ ot7 x gn!reader | wc. 857 ♡ genres/tropes: fluff, he’s so down bad and tbh u are too ♡ mentions of/warnings: none ♡ a/n: little something for every member <3 jungwon’s and heeseung’s first and the rest below the cut ^^ inspired by the complete freezing and miserable weather im having  <33 minimally proofread lol

♡ masterlist ♡

✧･ﾟ: * jungwon - cuddles and naps

the thermometer is far too low to even think of going outside, even if the snow outside is enticing and beautiful. instead, jungwon brings all the pillows and blankets he can find out to the couch, where after moment of nearly being engulfed by said pillows and blankets, the two of you nestle down into a cacoon of warmth. you snuggle against jungwon’s chest, one of his arms wrapped around you and holding you close. the two of you mindless stroll through netflix, looking for something awful and cheesy to watch. you kiss the bottom of his jaw and relish the way he smiles, cheek crushing into his shoulder. he wouldn’t want anything else.

✧･ﾟ: * heeseung - first snow kiss

you both stay up late, peeking behind the blinds to look through the streets lights in hopes of catching the first few flakes. it isn’t until much past midnight, when you’re eyes are heavy and there’s no more games to play. one of you takes one last look outside, and the other starts throwing over coats and hats and scarfs and gloves. suddenly you’re outside, watching the fluffy white flakes fall down towards you. heeseung watches you, chest heavy with something good and romantic. he’s happy this is his life, happy you’re the one he gets to kiss delicately under a snowy night sky, lips soft and warm and smiley just for him.

✧･ﾟ: * jay - pillow forts

perhaps the both of you have taken this too seriously, but who’s to say when such an amazing pillow fort now graces the living room floor? sheets pitched like a tent with chairs from the dining table. you turned the floor into a menagerie of blankets, soft and fluffy while jay brought a carefully curated plate of snacks. you elect to catch up on the latest drama, the one that fell off because of work. as the snow pours down in white ribbons outside, you curl into jay’s side, savoring his warmth against your own. jay does the same, closing his eyes to place a kiss atop the crown of your head. how did he get so lucky?

✧･ﾟ: * jake - nighttime errands

you’re still chilly as you methodically look through the movies at your local library, trying to find something interesting and new. eventually, you grab something with a flashy cover. you check it out and prepare yourself before rushing out into the cold where jake waits. ever the gentleman, once he sees you on the way, he opens the passenger side door for you. when he asks what you picked, you tell him it’s a surprise. you laugh at his dramatic pout before leaning over the center console to press a kiss to his cool cheek. when you lean back, you can’t help but blush at his lovesick smile. you can’t contain your giggles, either, when he leans over, cupping your cheeks, and plants kisses rapid fire all over your face. you’re his favorite.

✧･ﾟ: * sunghoon - snowball fight

it begins outside, something innocent and wholesome as you and sunghoon step out to admire the snow. it coats everything in a thick blanket of white, and with one touch you realize it’s the perfect snow for make snowmen, or snow angels, or–you whip around in response to the cold hit to your back. sunghoon stands, hands in his pocket and gaze anywhere but you, acting like nothing happened. your shock quickly wears off as you ball up snow with your bare hands, hurtling it towards your unsuspecting boyfriend. it’s a short war that ends with both of you slipping and laughing at each other, noses red with cold. he’s never thought you looked more beautiful than right now.

✧･ﾟ: * sunoo - snow angels

always one for fun competition, and because he loves to see the determination on your face, sunoo bets he can create the best snow angel ever. it’s a few minutes of walking around the park by your apartment, bundled up but already feeling the bite at your nose. after, your snow angels so close their wings nearly touch, you and sunoo take time to judge. you fake gag when he calls you his snow angel. your laughter is very much real when sunoo tackles you backwards. he’s only half kidding when he says you’re a snow angel. with a laugh like that, there’s no way you aren’t heavensent.

✧･ﾟ: * niki - baking treats

they say that baking is an exact science, but you and niki have proven that might be a fallacy. the inexact amounts of sugar, salt, and vanilla you’ve added to these cookies would make a purist cry, but as you sit on the floor side by side, watching the cookies slowly rise in the oven, you have a feeling it will work. and when you taste the cookies after they’ve cooled, you share a peculiar look. they aren’t good like a bakery, but they’re still pretty tasty. as you start researching easy icing recipes, brows knit in concentration, the feeling in niki’s chest tells he’s never eaten anything better. and he wouldn’t want to share these kinds of adventures with anyone else.

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✧･ﾟ: * bf texts with: sunghoon

♡ sunghoon x gn!reader expect for 1 text where it's implied f!reader (he says yes maam) ♡ genres/tropes: mostly fluff, some angst ♡ mentions of/warnings: use of petnames, lmk if anything else! ♡ a/n: my first time doing texts in like. half a decade lol ! i was inspired by this post ♡ masterlist ♡

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♡ just about anything | jay ♡

late nights, when really, both of you should have been asleep a long time ago, but who knew this game of monopoly would last so long?

♡ jay x gn!reader | wc. 1.5k ♡ genres/tropes: domestic, competitive couple that won’t quit, staying up way too late ♡ mentions of/warnings: pet names, food, lmk if there’s anything else! <3 ♡ a/n: a repost and revamp of one of my very first writings from YEARS ago </3 (from that blog i accidentally deleted <///333) 

♡ masterlist ♡

With the rest of the lights in the apartment off, the lone one above the kitchen table casts a warm glow into the darkness. The light illuminates the board, littered with green houses, red hotels, and Cheez-Its—you ran out of hotels about an hour ago (but who’s to say?) and needed something to represent a double-hotel on the board. There’s a notebook on the table that keeps getting passed back and forth, covered in numbers and tallies in two different handwritings. It’s currently functioning as a paper bank account, since the game has escalated far beyond the cash given  in a standard Monopoly box.

Your eyes are tired, nearly burning with ache; it’s been too long, and it’s very much past your bedtime. But the both of you are stubborn, and horrifically competitive–especially when it’s just the two of you. He seems just as drained, eyes dropping and his head propped up on a closed fist. The loose hoodie slides down his arm, pooling around the elbow, and he uses the sleeve of the other to wipe at his eyes. Just seeing him sleepy makes you sleepy, and your head is bobbing up and down. It would be so much better to be curled up in his arms right now. The game is one of chance at this point, all up to the dice roll. The only safe spots on the board are your own; everything else is meaningless to you. You know you want to land on your properties and not his, for those Cheez-Its are threatening and—

“Did you just eat some of the board?” you ask, the dice still caught between your hands. 

Jay looks up at you and blinks slowly, still chewing on the stolen Cheez-It. He swallows and takes a sip of his nearly empty glass of water before answering. “No.”

You shake your head, tilting it to one side. “No what?”

“No, I didn’t eat the board. I took it from the bowl, like a civilized person.” He points with his free hand lazily at the blue plastic bowl the Cheez-Its had been poured into when the demand for new hotels had arisen. How long ago had that been? Half an hour? An hour? Hours, plural? You couldn’t tell anymore. This game felt decades long yet you know you started it today. Or, was it really yesterday?

You reach forward and draw the bowl towards you, eliciting a tired pout from your boyfriend. “Well, you shouldn’t eat these either. We may need them.”

“And how could we do that, love?" Jay reaches to pick up the notebook and it flaps under its own weight as he lifts it into the air. “We’d need more money to upgrade any house or non-Cheez-It hotels, and we’ve already borrowed from an imaginary bank three times. Inflation is running rampant throughout this town. We’ve ruined the economy. We’re monsters.”

“What are you talking about?”

Jay shrugs, placing the paper bank back on the table before sniffling and wiping at his eyes again, this time with both hands. The ball cap he wears now sits askew on his head, and you, out of habit, reach forward to fix it, leaning against the table to help span the distance. Your fingers brush against the edge of the board, and the more you lean to reach across the table, the more you end up on top of the board. You’re out of your seat now, feet pressing on toes to get the height and length you need to reach to fix the hat.

And before you know it, you’re face to face and practically on the table. Jay leans forward and bumps his nose against yours while you adjust his hat. “We should stop,” he says plainly.

“Why? So you can win?” you mutter, half grumbling. One hand fixes his hat while the other acts as a brace against the table.

“No, so we can stop,” he says again, one hand reaching to rub simple patterns into the top of your hand. “The Cheez-Its will still be there in the morning. If we need it, Jake can bring his copy so we can have more actual cash to use.”

A quick hah escapes your lips. “You just want to win.”

“No, love, I just want to sleep.”

With his hat now fixed, you carefully lean back, peeling yourself off the table and into your seat. You’re silently thankful for the still intact Cheez-Its. Had they been crushed, you’re sure you’d given up, now feeling more tired than you were before your hat-fixing expedition—and that was already fairly tired. You’re about to refute his case, saying that the two of you should stick it out until the end, that surely it can’t be too much longer, when Jay takes his hat off—the one you so painfully just fixed—to run his hand through his hair before putting it back on, slightly crooked.

“Jay... I just... fixed... that.” You bite your lip, too tired to be angry out right but too tired to realize it also doesn’t matter.

“I know you did,” he replies, yawning into his sleeve. He begs again, a hint of desperation growing into his voice. “Can we please stop?”

You lean forward, resting your chin on the edge of the table and staring up at him from across the board. “Does this mean I win?”

“If you want to, love,” he says, scooting away from the table to stand, silently hoping his movement away from the game will pull you away as well. “If it means we can stop.”

A smile graces your lips as he walks around the table to your side. You take the hand he offers to help you up, holding tight. You pull his arm toward you, hugging it as you both shuffle forward into the darkness, the Monopoly board abandoned. “Thank you,” you say, stretching to place a kiss on his cheek.

“If it makes you happy, love,” Jay begins, his voice soft and tired, “I’d do just about anything.”

“Just about?” you tease, crawling up onto the bed and beneath the covers. “Meaning there’s things you wouldn’t do, hm?”

“Yes, just about,” he replies, mimicking your actions. Even half asleep, he still makes sure you’re tucked safely against his side, with his arm curled around your waist and your head resting on his chest. You hear his heartbeat, smooth and steady.  You wrap your arms around his own waist, a soft smile against your lips.

He continues, murmuring sleepily into your hair after a kiss to your temple. “Just about, because if you had asked me to continue playing with you I would have fallen asleep at that table.”

“And what’s so bad about that?” you whisper back, titling your head up to see him. Moonlight streams around the edge of your curtains, providing just enough light to see.

“I really wasn’t looking forward to waking up with Cheez-Its ingrained into my forehead,” he replies with a half-hearted shrug. “I don’t think the look’s for me.”

You laugh, snuggling in closer against his hoodie, and he laughs too. “I think you would have looked great,” you say against his collarbone, eyes finally lulling shut.

“Do you now, love?”

“Yeah, orange is really your color.”

You feel his arm leave your waist and a single finger place itself beneath your chin. You allow Jay to tilt your head up before you open your eyes. He levels you a stare long enough for you to think you’ve done something seriously wrong before a laugh makes its way out, and before you know it, he’s placing happy, smiley kisses across your cheeks, your nose. He stops before your lips. His eyes, even tired, are still starry and glittering. His voice has reverence when he speaks. “You know I love you with every fiber of my being, right?”

“Yeah,” you whisper. “I do.”

Jay bumps into your nose, hand playfully squeezing back at your waist. “That’s where you’re supposed to say I love you, too.”

You shake your head, fake-frowning. “But you haven’t kissed me yet?”

“Is that a suggestion or a demand?” he asks.

You shrug. “You choose.”

He leans forward, giving you the slightest, softest peck before pulling back.

You pout, chin tilting down. “You call that a kiss?”

“No,” he laughs, kissing the side of your cheek right beside your lips. “I just love your pout. I love everything about you.”

As he kisses the other cheek, just as close to your lips, you sigh. “I love you, too, Jay.”

And this time, he really does kiss you, although chaste and sleepy, but an honest kiss regardless. He tucks you back under his chin, wraps his arms around you so he knows you're safe. You’re nearly asleep when he finally replies, his own voice laced with sleep, and it’s enough to make you smile. Enough to know that he really would do just about anything for you. It makes you wrap your around him just a little tighter, make you smile just a little wider.

“I love you too.” That’s what you’d said. He says, in the darkness and honesty of your room, “I know.”

[andkisses]

Hey love! I requested a fic a couple months ago, I was wondering did you forget abt it?

hi love !! i feel so terrible about having you wait i was on a roll and then my life fell apart with work and my health lol it's all good now and i dont want you to see these as excuses, just explanations <3 i've been working on it little by little when i'd have time and it should be up tomorrow ! i can't thank you enough for being patient with me !! i appreciate you so much

[andkisses]

✧･ﾟ: * bf texts with: heeseung

♡ heeseung x gn!reader ♡ genres/tropes: mostly fluff, some angst, one suggestive one ♡ mentions of/warnings: use of petnames, some jealousy on his part ♡ a/n: these are sm fun to make ♡ masterlist ♡

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♡ futon | enha ♡

ot7!enha headcanon: there’s something brewing between the two of you… if only he knew what to do about it

♡ ot7 x gn!reader | wc. 1.8 ♡ genres/tropes: uhhh angst ? yeah def a lot. you aren’t dating but u def should be lol; lots of they’re best friends but they won’t confess. ♡ mentions of/warnings: some jealousy what can i say ♡ a/n: little something for every member <3 jungwon’s first and the rest below the cut ^^ each part is inspired by lyrics from futon by ūla <3

♡ masterlist ♡

✧･ﾟ: * jungwon - “no dissing her, but you should be with me”

he’s almost certain this isn’t the way he should be going about this, but jungwon is also almost certain he’s out of options. he feels like he couldn’t be more clear about his intentions–his affections and romance and advances. he could hire a plane to fly a banner over you declaring his interest but you’d still be oblivious. maybe, he ponders before hitting send, it has to do with the friendship between you, and how long that version of the two of you has been a thing. maybe, he bites his lip as he types out his message, it’s because he’s seen you talking and for sure being flirty with other people. the five words at the end of his already short text feel the most potent: you should be with me. jungwon tries to keep his features still and serious as he watches you read the text from across him. maybe, outright confessing during a study session that’s worth nearly half your grade isn’t his wisest decision. but, again, he’s nearly out of options. at least texting you keeps it quiet–the cafe around the two of you none the wiser when your head shoots up, eyes wide, and cheeks red after reading. whatever your answer, jungwon knows it will be between just the two of you. and when he reaches out, placing his hand on top of your free one, he feels like everything is upside down waiting for your answer.

✧･ﾟ: * heeseung - “we could be together for like so long”

some would say he’s delirious, or delusion, but heeseung is convinced that if he somehow managed to catch your eye like that, you would be the best couple, a power couple to be contended with. at first, his cheeks would flush hot read when he realized he was staring at you–his best friend–so endearingly, somewhere beyond the ‘we’re just friends’ line every relationship like this has. now, he hopes maybe you’ll turn your head, catch him staring, and just ask. he’d pour his soul out for you, word by delicate word, if you asked. just so he could say how much he loves you, try to get you to see. your head snaps up from where you’d been resting it on a closed fist in the corner of the couch. heeseung’s own books flutters shut in his hands from where he sits in a nearby club chair. the blood rushing in heeseung’s ears–because, oh god, he realizes, he just said it outloud–makes it hard for him to discern, exactly what you say in response, but he knows what’d you say. plus, he can clearly see the confusion on your face, the gears turning in your head about how he said it, and what way did he mean it. heeseung places his book on the side table, quickly crossing the room to kneel beside you. he’s already said it, and maybe you asked when he couldn’t hear, so he might as well pour out his soul, word by delicate word. he hopes for the best.

✧･ﾟ: * jay - “sleeping in your sweater on my futon”

it’s been like this forever, he knows that. you go to his place, or he comes to yours, and you hunker down and try to watch as many movies or episodes of a tv series at once. ultimately, the night will always end with you slumped against each other, breaths matching. you’d wake up, necks sore from sitting upright and sleeping crooked on each other’s shoulders. it was so… innocent. delightful. now, as jay watches you from across the room–you, in his sweater you took without asking because you were cold, and he let you without question–he wonders when it changed. the way he saw you. one day you, you were his friend–his best friend since as long as he could remember. then, one day, or maybe gradually like how the night fades into the dawn, jay saw you different. an exciting, terrifying different. suddenly, it was the sparks he felt with your hands brushed, or how his heart swelled like whenever you would rest your head on his shoulder. oh, if only he had the bravery, the courage, the guts to say everything he thought. the way he wants to hold you, and spoil you, and do everything he could for you. sometimes he’s convinced you feel the same way, the way you laugh with him or reach out to touch him, his shoulder or hand or cheek. other days, he’s not so sure. so for now, he’s stucking, watching you sleep on his futon, wondering when he would ever find the words to speak to you.

✧･ﾟ: * jake - “i can make it better if you hold on”

he never thought it would get to the point, where the something between the two of you was finally something almost tangible. yes, jake probably should have felt bad for you when you called, heartbroken and crying that your boyfriend–well, now your ex–had dumped you. it should have torn him up inside, seeing you like that. and it did, really. that unique feeling you get in your chest when someone you love seems like they’re falling apart. he wished he could have said something to your ex, but ultimately you were more important. you always are. however, this event also sparked a unique joy–one that brought everything he’d tamped down back to the surface. jake thought he would need to keep these feelings under wrapped and near-forgotten forever. but now? his chance, his luck. whatever you wanted to call it, jake was going to do his best to make it happen. he’d either finally be able to be with you, or you’d finally reject him outright. either way, he’d be rid of the current problem plaguing his heart. the after effects? what could befall the friendship between you two, the one that had grown from strangers to acquaintances to the closest of friends? the ones who get mistaken for lovers all the time? quite frankly. not his problem right now. right now, he had to muster enough courage and time to tell you first.

✧･ﾟ: * sunghoon - “you should just forget her and we'll move on”

sunghoon was used to you dating–you were “particular” about your dates, you always said. they needed to have a certain something, not that you would ever elaborate on it. it used to be cute, something endearing sunghoon found in you, his friend. but then something changed. maybe the earth titled too far on its axis one day, or maybe sunghoon just hit his head so hard he forgot. but now, when he sees you, it’s somewhere beyond his best friend. you exist in his mind in the grey area past the line of “oh we’re just friends.” you exist so close to the line that, if you cross it, sunghoon gets to call you his, call you mine, all the time. he gets to brag on you, show you off. give you everything. but here he is instead–sitting across from you on his couch as you are talking about this one date you had months ago. again. maybe it’s the fact you only ever cycle through the same mundane talking points. the way you just haven’t moved on. maybe it’s the weather, your talking about this again, or the futures he envisions where he’s waking up next to you or you’re falling asleep together in each other’s arms. sunghoon didn’t mean to say those words–and definitely not with so much sincerity and spite. he feels his ears blush and burn as your words fall away, eyes wide, jaw slightly agape. now’s the time to find out which line you’ll end up crossing. at least you’ll be out of that grey area.

✧･ﾟ: * sunoo - “noticing you, are you noticing me?”

he’s gotten used to being the one who watches, who notices. sunoo feels like he knows everything about you at this point. the way you walk when you’re mad, or how you take your time to do your makeup before a big exam or something important. how you always use that word with him—friend. at first, it didn’t hurt. you were just a friend to him too. then, somewhere along the way, like all the love songs and all the cliches, you became different. or maybe the difference happened with sunoo. he would know–you still did everything the same, so uniquely wonderful and you. sunoo, spiraling in this realization, began to question everything–every interaction, every tine you were close or laughed with him or touched his arm or fell asleep next to him on the couch after a long day and a particularly boring movie. he’s thought of it all, to the point he began acting slightly off around you. he isn’t sure if he could handle your unknowing proximity anymore. surely, you didn’t act like this with everyone? surely, this was special and just for him? yes, sunoo watches and notices you, but it’s you. nothing else. curiosity, hope, and perhaps a good helping of dispair pull the question from sunoo’s lips one evening when you’ve done it again–laughed into his chest, hand on his arm. you look up at his serious expression, something new and inviting in your eyes. now, sunoo knows, you’re noticing him.

✧･ﾟ: * niki - “do i even matter? will you call my bluff?”

he thought he’d held his guard up well enough. niki couldn’t remember when his crush on you began, but he’s certain it’s called a crush because of the massive weight that now exists on his shoulder, on his mind. gone are the carefree adventures with you, and in are these mind-crushing emotions niki isn’t sure how to handle. they’ve always said you’ll know–is this what they mean? the panic he experiences when you’re so close to him he catches your perfume in the air? see the faint freckles on your cheeks? maybe he’s not as good at hiding his feelings as he thought,, because now here the two of you are, out on the sidewalk, stuck in place. the wind rustles through your hair, and niki does his best to keep his expression neutral, no matter how angelic you look. he watches as your eyes scan his face–great, now he’s got to live through this kind of scrutiny, too? maybe he should just tell you, right here as the sun sets and everything has been tinted blue. you’re smart, clever. you’ll figure him out eventually. he can’t keep this act up. maybe he doesn’t matter to you like that. maybe, you’ll decipher what all his actions mean and call him out. could niki handle you telling him to get over it? to move on? worse, could he handle the potential of never knowing how you feel? the world where two people are too afraid, too comfortable to express what they’re feeling. as you step closer, niki swallows, mind racing. maybe this is it–the moment where something happens, and he’s relieved or the crushing either gets infinitely worse.

[andkisses]

♡ fifty-fifty split | sunghoon ♡

Sharing an apartment with Sunghoon, your best friend since you were both 12, has ups and downs. Sometimes (a lot of times...) he doesn't do the dishes. But he always splits rent, utilities, and any other costs 50/50. And tonight? You find another good thing about him being just across the living room...

♡ sunghoon x gn!reader | wc. 2.2k ♡ genres/tropes: fluff!!, friends to lovers, roommate!au, casual hurt/comfort ♡ mentions of/warnings: bugs and creepy crawlies and reader is afraid of them; one pet name usage (love) ♡ a/n: i swear this man is my enha muse... enjoy lol inspired by true events </3 copyedited as i went so vaguely proof read lol enjoy <33 ♡ masterlist ♡

What should have been a peaceful late night of relaxation had turned into a nightmare. You'd done your self-care—shower with matching body wash and lotion, skin care with your favorite serums and moisturizers. Vanilla overnight lip balm applied. All that was left was to snuggle down into your covers and delude yourself into whatever romance you were reading or watching (you hadn't decided yet) that night.

     And that's when It showed up.

     You were scrolling through your phone, trying to see if a new drama would catch your eye before you defaulted to the book on your nightstand. The covers were mid-pull, almost tucked beneath your chin. You had scrolled again, mindlessly searching for something—anything—to curb your romantic tendencies for the night when—

    Out of the corner of your eye—

    Something dark and squirmy and creepy crawly on the edge of your covers, the part almost to your neck and chin.

    It's over before it begins—you grabbing at the figure and dramatically chucking whatever it was across the room. You turned on your phone flashlight, waving it around your dark room looking for any sign of whatever that was. You kick the covers back, combing through every layer and blanket before coming to terms with your new reality.

    You had no idea where that bug went—or if it was even real. And the uncertainty of the event and its aftermath meant your room?

    No longer a place of relaxation.

    Your hand pauses before knocking on Sunghoon's door. Yeah, he's your friend and all. Your best friend, at that. But what if he's busy doing something? Hanging out on a call with his friends or gaming? Yeah, he's your best friend, but he loves to tease you and surely this situation would lead to that, and... you aren't sure if you could handle him treating you like that right now. It's not that you despised his teasing, you most certainly adore his attention every time you have it. But tonight...

    "Are you gonna come in or just stand there like a serial killer?"

    "How do you know I'm even out here?" you huff, indignant that he cut off your thoughts.

    "Kitchen light's on," he calls through the door. "You're casting a shadow under my door. Very serial killer-y. Come in."

    You sigh, turning the knob and pushing his door open. Sunghoon sits on his bed, wearing the grey hoodie you think compliments everything about him. In his hands, resting on his lap, is a journal. You watch as he seamlessly places his pen inside, closing the book and setting it on the side table furthest from you. You watch as his eyes take you in—his shirt you stole a year ago and never gave back (even if it doesn't smell like him anymore), pajama pants, socks. Nothing spectacular, but your heart has already convinced you he's staring because it's you.

    You forgot to calculate your stupid crush into this. Honestly, falling for your best friend who also happens to be your roommate?

    "Let me guess," Sunghoon hums, smirk on his lips as he leans back against the wall, hands politely folded in his lap. "I forgot to send you my share of the rent."

    "No, I—"

    He holds up one finger, as if saying aha! "My share of utilities?"

    "No, Sunghoo—"

    "I did the dishes I promise!" His hands are both up, palms out, a stupid grin on his face.

    "There was a bug in my room." You step forward, shutting the door behind you. You wanted as much room between you and that thing—even if you're still wondering if you even saw one or not. Sunghoon didn't need to know your doubts about that. "I'm here because there was a bug in my bed."

    Sunghoon leans forward, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed and patting the spot beside him. "Not because you're madly in love with me?" he teases, and you roll your eyes. If only he knew. "Because that was going to be my next guess."

    "No, it's—I—" You sit down beside him, feeling his weight on the bed shift as you join in. You didn't think it had bothered you this much, or you didn't want to think about it at all. But sitting here? Trying to recall it?

    "Hey, wait." Sunghoon's face has shifted, his brows knit together with worry. "For real. Are you okay?"

    "It's just..." You close your eyes, trying to find the right words. When you open them again, you turn towards Sunghoon, whose stare moves over your features, searching for anything he can do. "It was so icky. It never actually touched me, but I feel like I can feel it on my skin.

    "Where?" Sunghoon asks softly. His attention and care, the calming atmosphere of his room lit only with small table lamps and string lights, are already helping.

    You go along, pointing to your arm. "Here. Like all over. It's nasty."

    "May I?" he asks,

    You pause, confused and unsure as to what he's asking about. But this is Sunghoon, and you trust him with so many things already. You nod.

    He turns his body more toward you, and you mirror him. Sunghoon takes one hand with his larger, warm one, cradling yours in his palm. Then, with his other, he places his hand at the top of your shoulder, moving down softly and slowly, drawing warmth all the way down to your wrist. Any sensation you thought you felt has been replaced with a real one now. Sunghoon does it again once or twice—you're now feeling dizzy, intoxicated with such an intimate touch—before switching to your other arm and repeating the process.     Once he finishes, Sunghoon drops your hand back into your lap, his lips quirked into a half smile. "Did that help? Is it gone?" You watch in a haze of feelings as Sunghoon reaches behind him, pulling his hoodie off effortlessly. His hair is ruffled now and all you can focus on is how good the black t-shirt he's wearing underneath looks. He places the hoodie in your lap, then reaches up to cup your cheek, his fingers threading behind your ear into your hair and against your scalp. "You felt cold. You take it."

    "What are you doing?"

    Sunghoon squints, unsure, but doesn't remove his hand. "I'm... taking care of you." He doesn't say it like a question.

    You shake your head, and his hand falls away. You grip at the hoodie in your hands, still warm from being worn. "No, nuh-uh. Is this how friends take care of each other?"

    "I'm not sure I'm getting what you're saying," he says, frowning. As he pulls back you lean forward, and his eyes widen just enough.

    Just enough to keep you talking.

    This ball of feelings had been pushed the moment you decided to come to his room and seek out comfort. If you didn't want to sleep in your room, you could have slept on the large sofa the two of you had saved up for and invested in together. You bought a couch together. Do regular friends do that? And then the touching and his warmth and openness and his hoodie in your hands and—and—

    "I lied earlier."

    You feel bad for how confused your best friend looks. "What? Seriously are you okay?" he asks, taking the back of his hand to press lightly against your forehead.

    You reach up, taking his hand in yours and bringing his knuckles to your lips. There's no going back now. And since he hasn't kicked you out yet, you keep going, ball still rolling. "I lied earlier," you repeat. "I do like you."

    You watch the blush on Sunghoon's cheeks, mindlessly wondering how you can see it happen again. Sunghoon blushing? Because of you? He clears his throat, but instead of withdrawing his hand, he threads his fingers between yours. "I actually asked if you were madly in love with me."

    You nod, and you feel Sunhoon squeeze your hand tighter as his eyes widen. Now, it seems, his in shock. "I just... I adore you and I don't know when it happened. It certainly wasn't when we met and you called me a loser and then we got paired together on the next group assignment." You stop to catch your breath as Sunghoon laughs, drawing his free hand over his face. There's a soft, carefree smile on his lips when you continue. "And then I saw you date other people and it felt weird to be excited when it didn't work out. And then we moved in together and got the couch and—"

    "Can I kiss you now?" he interrupts, bringing his hand back up to cup your chin between his thumb and forefinger, half-lidded eyes alight with happy mischief.

    You squeeze his hand, acting as an anchor. "Would you believe me then?" you ask.

    His whisper ghosts against your lips. "I already do."

    He tastes sweet and tart and strong, like cherries and coffee. He tilts his head, nose brushing past yours as he kisses you, tenderly and thoughtfully and in a way you know you'll never, ever get enough but it won't stop you from trying. He shakes his hand from yours to wrap his arm around your waist, and your fingers dig into the fabric of his shirt. You pull apart, gasping for air, trying to blink past the haze in your eyes before deciding that no, actually, neither of your were done. And this kiss? You can feel him smiling as he lets go of your chin to wrap that arm around you. You start laughing, pulling away as he plants kisses on your cheeks and nose and chin and jaw. You two topple over, a laughing mess with limbs already tangled together, like you already both knew.

    Like you'd been loving each other for a long time.

    "Can I tell you something?" Sunghoon asks, brushing his nose against yours. You'd been in his arms before, obviously, but this? Here and now? It's different—a good different.

    "Yeah, I guess so," you reply. "I'd rather you kiss me more, though."

    "What? We aren't doing a fifty-fifty split like we do on everything else?" he asks, propping himself up. "I have to do all the kissing?"

    "Do I not deserve to be spoiled?" you ask, cheeks hurting from your smiling. The hoodie had been lost, probably fallen to the floor when you grabbed his shirt. But you aren't cold anymore.

    Sunghoon laughs, grabbing the journal and paging it open to where he had bookmarked it with his pen earlier. His eyes scan the page, but he doesn't share. "I was actually writing about you... us... I was trying to get my thoughts out on paper when you showed up." He shrugs, placing the pen back to bookmark his spot and returning the journal to the nightstand. He levels you a soft and dreamy stare. "Maybe that bug was Cupid."

    "I literally cannot believe you right now."

    He laughs again, flopping back down beside you. Somehow, you'd found your way to the middle of his bed, head resting in his pillows. The two of you lay on your side, face to face, as close as each of you dared.

    "Be honest," Sunghoon requests. "Was there really a bug?"

    You whack at his shoulder, and he hooks his arm around your waist in response, pulling you closer. "Yes, there was!"

    Sunghoon shrugs again, leaning in to kiss you. "Okay, I'll call the exterminator in the morning."

    "What? You aren't going to save me yourself?"

    "And give you an excuse to leave me and go back to your room?" Sunghoon's hold on your waist gets tighter. He shakes his head. "No, I'll call in the morning, thank you."

    You roll your eyes. "Some prince charming you are."

    "I'm calling, aren't I?"

    "Make it up to me," you say, and Sunghoon nods. "Tell me how long you've been in love with me."

    He laughs, blush coming back up to his cheeks as he rolls his head into the pillow. He looks back up at you shyly, and in such a way that makes you blush. You can feel the heat creep across your cheeks, the tips of your ears, down your neck. His eyes flick there before coming back up to yours.

    "You told me you definitely didn't like me when I first called you a loser," he says, voice soft now. "But I think I did. I thought you were the coolest person ever, and I couldn't believe you were talking to me. So I panicked and called you a loser."

    "Really smooth," you say, reaching to push Sunghoon's hair out of his eyes. You revel in the way you see him shiver slightly beneath your touch.

    "I know," he says, "but if I hadn't called you that, our teacher wouldn't have paired us together so we could 'get along.' And then we never would have bought a couch together."

    You laugh, small and light, and Sunghoon smiles wider still. "What? You don't think we would have met or connected any other way?"

    Sunghoon shakes his head. "I don't even want to think about a world where I never got to know you."

    "Then don't," you offer, threading your fingers through his hair. "And kiss me again."

    His hands splay against your ribs, warmth radiating against you, his lips moving against yours before you're done talking. "Whatever you say, love."

[andkisses]

✧･ﾟ: * bf texts with: heeseung

♡ heeseung x gn!reader ♡ genres/tropes: mostly fluff, some angst, one suggestive one ♡ mentions of/warnings: use of petnames, some jealousy on his part ♡ a/n: these are sm fun to make ♡ masterlist ♡

[andkisses]

♡ cold weather care | enha ♡

ot7!enha headcanon: cold weather activities with you <3

♡ ot7 x gn!reader | wc. 857 ♡ genres/tropes: fluff, he’s so down bad and tbh u are too ♡ mentions of/warnings: none ♡ a/n: little something for every member <3 jungwon’s and heeseung’s first and the rest below the cut ^^ inspired by the complete freezing and miserable weather im having  <33 minimally proofread lol

♡ masterlist ♡

✧･ﾟ: * jungwon - cuddles and naps

the thermometer is far too low to even think of going outside, even if the snow outside is enticing and beautiful. instead, jungwon brings all the pillows and blankets he can find out to the couch, where after moment of nearly being engulfed by said pillows and blankets, the two of you nestle down into a cacoon of warmth. you snuggle against jungwon’s chest, one of his arms wrapped around you and holding you close. the two of you mindless stroll through netflix, looking for something awful and cheesy to watch. you kiss the bottom of his jaw and relish the way he smiles, cheek crushing into his shoulder. he wouldn’t want anything else.

✧･ﾟ: * heeseung - first snow kiss

you both stay up late, peeking behind the blinds to look through the streets lights in hopes of catching the first few flakes. it isn’t until much past midnight, when you’re eyes are heavy and there’s no more games to play. one of you takes one last look outside, and the other starts throwing over coats and hats and scarfs and gloves. suddenly you’re outside, watching the fluffy white flakes fall down towards you. heeseung watches you, chest heavy with something good and romantic. he’s happy this is his life, happy you’re the one he gets to kiss delicately under a snowy night sky, lips soft and warm and smiley just for him.

✧･ﾟ: * jay - pillow forts

perhaps the both of you have taken this too seriously, but who’s to say when such an amazing pillow fort now graces the living room floor? sheets pitched like a tent with chairs from the dining table. you turned the floor into a menagerie of blankets, soft and fluffy while jay brought a carefully curated plate of snacks. you elect to catch up on the latest drama, the one that fell off because of work. as the snow pours down in white ribbons outside, you curl into jay’s side, savoring his warmth against your own. jay does the same, closing his eyes to place a kiss atop the crown of your head. how did he get so lucky?

✧･ﾟ: * jake - nighttime errands

you’re still chilly as you methodically look through the movies at your local library, trying to find something interesting and new. eventually, you grab something with a flashy cover. you check it out and prepare yourself before rushing out into the cold where jake waits. ever the gentleman, once he sees you on the way, he opens the passenger side door for you. when he asks what you picked, you tell him it’s a surprise. you laugh at his dramatic pout before leaning over the center console to press a kiss to his cool cheek. when you lean back, you can’t help but blush at his lovesick smile. you can’t contain your giggles, either, when he leans over, cupping your cheeks, and plants kisses rapid fire all over your face. you’re his favorite.

✧･ﾟ: * sunghoon - snowball fight

it begins outside, something innocent and wholesome as you and sunghoon step out to admire the snow. it coats everything in a thick blanket of white, and with one touch you realize it’s the perfect snow for make snowmen, or snow angels, or–you whip around in response to the cold hit to your back. sunghoon stands, hands in his pocket and gaze anywhere but you, acting like nothing happened. your shock quickly wears off as you ball up snow with your bare hands, hurtling it towards your unsuspecting boyfriend. it’s a short war that ends with both of you slipping and laughing at each other, noses red with cold. he’s never thought you looked more beautiful than right now.

✧･ﾟ: * sunoo - snow angels

always one for fun competition, and because he loves to see the determination on your face, sunoo bets he can create the best snow angel ever. it’s a few minutes of walking around the park by your apartment, bundled up but already feeling the bite at your nose. after, your snow angels so close their wings nearly touch, you and sunoo take time to judge. you fake gag when he calls you his snow angel. your laughter is very much real when sunoo tackles you backwards. he’s only half kidding when he says you’re a snow angel. with a laugh like that, there’s no way you aren’t heavensent.

✧･ﾟ: * niki - baking treats

they say that baking is an exact science, but you and niki have proven that might be a fallacy. the inexact amounts of sugar, salt, and vanilla you’ve added to these cookies would make a purist cry, but as you sit on the floor side by side, watching the cookies slowly rise in the oven, you have a feeling it will work. and when you taste the cookies after they’ve cooled, you share a peculiar look. they aren’t good like a bakery, but they’re still pretty tasty. as you start researching easy icing recipes, brows knit in concentration, the feeling in niki’s chest tells he’s never eaten anything better. and he wouldn’t want to share these kinds of adventures with anyone else.

[andkisses]

♡ oh say it ditto | enha ♡

ot7!enha headcanon: he confesses, and wants you to say it back

♡ ot7 x gn!reader | wc. 968 ♡ genres/tropes: fluff!  ♡ mentions of/warnings: none (this wasn’t proof read tho </3) ♡ a/n: little something for every member <3 jungwon’s first and the rest below the cut ^^ each part is inspired by lyrics from ditto by newjeans <3 ♡ a/n p2: this song is so sunghoon coded imo so if u see smth else get posted with him and this song 🙈 just know

♡ masterlist ♡

✧･ﾟ: * jungwon - “like you a little, don’t want no riddle” 

he’s had all this time to think about it, and do know that jungwon is really putting his thoughts to it. he’s decided—he needs to confess, and as soon as possible, because he’s slowly becoming concerned it might be a health crisis. this feeling, the one that started out so small and chaste, has grown into something he can’t contain anymore. and the idea that he doesn’t know exactly what you think? the riddle of it all? that’s what’s the worst. imagine his relief, after he confesses so simply in the winter wind, as he watches your cheeks and the tips of your ears flush red, red, red. and his heart sparks with hope. imagine the surprise when you grin, overwhelmed, and place a sweet kiss to the apple of his own smiling cheeks. “me too.”

✧･ﾟ: * heeseung - “my feelings for you, like the memories we share, have grown so big” 

it started out so small, heeseung realizes thinking back on it. he liked your laugh, or your smile, or your fashion. then, suddenly, he found himself wanting to get to know you, not just see you from across a lecture hall. and now… this. the feelings that press against his chest, the ones that make it almost painful to see you because you don’t know. except, here in this stairwell after class, when he grabbed your wrist to catch you, you do know. the confession slips past his lips, almost desperate, and now heeseung is certain he will be sick. except, you take a step back up towards him, wrap your arms around his neck. and when he wraps his arms around your waist, the warmth that floods him tells heeseung he’s exactly where he needs to be.

✧･ﾟ: * jay - “you smiled at me but do you think about me now?” 

uncertainty is not one of his favorite feelings, but jay deals with it for you. except, he’s not sure how much longer he can take this. he likes to think he knows things about people, knows how they tick. but you? maybe it’s the feelings that keep growing and growing inside, the way just hearing your voice down the hall or in the cafe makes him smile. but actually not knowing? it’s tearing him up inside, even if it’s masked by that beautiful smile. and now, here you are, standing at the corner of his desk after everyone has left. your fingertips on the corner, his gaze traveling up to your eyes, and the envelope in the other hand. the small, coy smile on your lips. “it’s hard saying things aloud, isn’t it?”

✧･ﾟ: * jake - “i had a long day, i miss you” 

scheduling difference don’t have to be this hard, jake thinks as he waits for you at the corner of where your two paths meet. it feels like it’s been forever since he’s seen you—not like he’s obliged to see you or anything. you two weren’t anything official or special, even if he wants so badly to be. maybe it’s thinking about what life would be like if he could call you mine that made the words slip out. “i miss you.” normal words, but the way he said it, and the way you respond, eyes wide and cheeks dusted with blush. “miss me how?” you ask, winter breeze blowing at your baby hairs. jake takes a step closer, choosing to listen to his heart’s wishes as you do the same. he laces his hand with yours, then brings your knuckles to his lips for a small, dainty kiss. your growing smile keeps him going. “miss… like this?”

✧･ﾟ: * sunghoon - “say it, say it back, oh, say it ditto” 

you make him nervous, sunghoon thinks, but the good kind. the kind that fills you with energy, like what you feel before a roller coaster. the hand that makes your fingers itch, wanting to be held by just one person. wanting to be held by you. this nervousness, he thinks, is what is motivating him, because he has surely never acted like this before let alone felt this much. he takes your hand on the walk back, a wash of seriousness pouring over his features. it’s too late to back out now, and you haven’t wrenched your hand away from his, so perhaps there’s a chance. “i like you,” he says, and he can feel the weights being lifted from his shoulders. “a lot. and i really, really want you to say it back.”

✧･ﾟ: * sunoo - “can’t wait 'til the morning, so say it, ditto”

yes, the sun set a long while ago. yes, sunoo should be fast asleep. but how can he be when all he can think or wonder or ponder is you? more specifically, how do you feel? he can hedge a bet—how close you sit, how you laugh at his jokes, how you reach out for him in the hall. but it’s the not knowing that’s really keeping him awake. so, of course, he does something about it. phone in his hands, six simple words—i like you, say it back? and while he waits, he elects it’s the perfect time to ascribe shapes to the spots and shadows on the ceiling. and when you text back? yes, i like you too. meet me in 10? sunoo always thought the campus was more beautiful at night.

✧･ﾟ: * niki - “do you want somebody? like i want somebody?”

the cafe is loud and quiet at the same time. niki is supposed to be studying, yet the pen in his hand feels like a heavy weight, and the words on the page in front of him no longer make sense regardless of how many times he tries to read. the one thing he knows for sure, though, is you sitting across from him, headphones on, pen scribbling and actually doing work. maybe it’s how loud the cafe is, or how short the distance across the table is to you. niki reaches out, taps on the side of your headphones, and once you look up and slide them off, he’s asking. “do you like someone?” your eyes grow wide, cheeks red, and he dares to be bolder, fingers tracing your cheek before: “and is it me?”