hi ! sorry if this is a bit of a touchy question but were you still planning on writing for evan ? i saw you had that poll on your page asking (personally i like reading ot6+1/ot7 but thatâs just me) but i saw that ot6 had the majority vote, so are you not gonna write for him anymore ? this is just a question, and itâs totally fine if you decide not to (itâs ultimately your choice, i wonât judge or be angry :)), i just enjoy your writing and was curious about any future content you might put out :p
Hi !
If I'm being completely honest, i would've naturally written it as OT7. However, i wanted to keep my personal preference out of it and let you guys choose through the poll instead. Since OT6 got the most votes, that'll be my default format for Enhypen reactions. I don't want my account to become a place for fandom debates (i simply want to write what you enjoy reading). 𫶠That being said, i'd be so happy to write for Evan too! If you'd like an OT7 reaction or a drabble / headcanon including him, just mention it in your request and i'll gladly do it. ^^
** A little disclaimer! Following the poll results, my default Enhypen reactions will be OT6. If you specifically want an OT7 version, or an Evan one, just let me know in your request! Thanks <3
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The wedding venue looked straight out of a movie,soft lights hanging from the ceiling, flowers everywhere, and couples slow dancing in the middle of the room. You had always been a hopeless romantic, secretly imagining what your own special day would look like someday. For now, you were happy enough just being there with Jay, even if only a few people knew about your relationship.The entire evening consisted of stolen glances from opposite sides of the table and small smiles whenever no one was looking. Yet, when another slow song began, Jay simply couldn't resist. He quietly took your hand and guided you toward the dance floor. His hands settled gently on your waist while yours rested around his neck. «You look amazing tonight,» he whispered, making your cheeks warm. You stared at him for a moment, heart beating a little too fast. Instead of kissing him, you leaned forward until your noses touched, and softly nuzzled his. He blinked in surprise before smiling so fondly it almost hurt. «You're cute,» he murmured,arms tightening around you. As if forgetting that people could see, he pulled you even closer, resting his forehead against yours. «I don't really care if anyone notices anymore.»
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You and Jake had always copied each other's every move. It had become an unspoken game between you two. If he nudged your side with his elbow, you immediately did it back. If you put your leg over his,he would dramatically place his over yours too. It always turned into a competition of who would give up first, and neither of you ever did. He brushed your hair away? You purposely messed his up even more. He poked your cheek? You poked his back. Eventually, you both seemed to be running out of ideas. Until Jake suddenly leaned forward and blew a raspberry against your cheek. You burst into laughter.«Jake!» you whined, trying to push him away. He only laughed harder, looking entirely too proud of himself. Instead of copying him, you moved closer until your nose brushed his, and gently nuzzled it. His eyes widened for a second before a giggle escaped him. «Oh, you wanna play like that?» he said softly. Then he cupped your face and started rubbing his nose against yours too. You both ended up laughing quietly,the game completely forgotten. This time, it wasn't annoying anymore. It was just the two of you, being ridiculously affectionate.
đđźđ§đ đĄđšđšđ§ (ë°ì±í)
The early morning sunlight spilled softly across Sunghoon's face while he slept beside you. His eyebrows, his long eyelashes, the tiny beauty marks you had memorized, every little detail looked perfect. He truly looked like a sleeping prince. You could probably spend hours simply staring at him. And then your eyes landed on his nose. You had always found it adorable,especially the little side profile you secretly loved so much. Carefully, you lowered yourself further into the pillow until your faces were only inches apart. Slowly, your noses touched. You closed your eyes for a moment before instinctively nuzzling his ever so slightly. The second you realized you might wake him, you immediately froze. Remaining perfectly still, you kept your eyes closed. Then, you suddenly felt it. Sunghoon softly rubbing his nose against yours. You opened your eyes in surprise only to find him already awake, a sleepy smile on his lips. «Thought I wouldn't notice?» he murmured, voice rough from sleep. You couldn't help smiling back. He looked at you for another second before gently brushing his nose against yours again. «Good morning.»
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«Why aren't they kissing already?» Sunoo, your best friend, complained dramatically while the two of you watched a k-drama together. You laughed softly. «What's the rush?» â «Because they've liked each other for ten episodes!» he argued, pointing at the screen. «There are other ways to show affection, you know.» He turned toward you suspiciously. «Like what?» You opened your mouth, only to realize you hadn't actually thought that far. «Well...holding hands...and...» â «And?» he repeated with a grin, clearly amused by your hesitation.«...Nuzzling noses.» He blinked «Nuzzling noses?»he repeated,almost teasingly. You nodded seriously. «Yes.» A small laugh escaped him, making you pout. Immediately, you reached up and gently held the back of his neck,pulling him a little closer. The laughter instantly died down. As your noses softly brushed together, the room suddenly became quiet. Sunoo's cheeks immediately turned pink. You slowly pulled away, becoming shy yourself after realizing what you had just done. But then Sunoo softly smiled.«...You were right.» â «Hhm?» â «It's actually really nice.»
đđźđ§đ đ°đšđ§ (ìì ì)
Jungwon had always been overly caring when it came to you. Especially during winter. The second temperatures dropped, you suddenly found yourself wrapped in scarves, hats, gloves, and at least three different layers. «You'll get sick,» he always insisted. Today wasn't any different. The streets of Seoul were covered in snow while the two of you carefully walked side by side. He constantly checked if you were warm enough, holding your hand tightly whenever the pavement became slippery.«Careful,» he said once again, placing a hand on your back after you nearly slipped. You only laughed softly. Eventually, he stopped walking and looked at you closely. «Your nose is red.» You sighed dramatically. «Don't make fun of me, there's nothing I can do about it.» Instead, he quietly took out a pair of hot packs from his pocket and gently placed them against your cheeks. «You're unbelievable,» you laughed softly. «You need to stay warm too, you know.» Standing on your tiptoes, you carefully brushed your nose against his. The cold made him blink in surprise. For a moment, he simply stared at you. Then his ears slowly turned red. «What?» you giggled. Jungwon covered his face slightly with his scarf. «Nothing...» he mumbled, unable to hide his smile. «You just caught me off guard.»
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It had been too long since you had properly seen each other, so now neither of you wanted to let go. You were sitting on the couch in his room, soft music playing quietly in the background. Ni-ki sat comfortably while you remained on his lap, both of you wrapped in a warm embrace. There wasn't much talking. You simply enjoyed each other's presence. The occasional kisses you pressed against his forehead, the soft sound of his bracelets moving as his hand slowly rubbed your back, it all felt comforting. Meanwhile, he buried his face into your neck, breathing in your familiar scent and warmth. After a while, you pulled back slightly. «Something wrong?» he asked immediately. You shook your head. «No...I just missed you.». Your voice came out softer than expected. Gently, you leaned forward until your noses brushed together for a brief moment. You were already about to return to your previous position when Ni-ki softly stopped you. «Do it again.» You looked at him. «What?» â «That.» A smile slowly appeared on your face before you softly nuzzled his nose once more. Ni-ki looked at you for a few seconds,eyes unusually gentle. Then he smiled too, and leaned forward to place a soft kiss on your lips. «I missed you too.»
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You had planned the perfect night in â takeout, blankets, and your thousandth rewatch of Dead Poets Society together. The doorbell rings just as Sungho is setting up the movie. You rush toward the door and shout, «Sunghoon, the foodâs here!» without thinking. When you come back upstairs with the bags in hand, the TV screen is black. Sungho is standing there, arms crossed, lips in the deepest pout youâve ever seen. «Whatâs going on?» you ask, confused. He stares at you. «You called me Sunghoon.» You blink. «Did I? Maybe you heard wrong, I was in a hurry.» His pout deepens. «I know my own name.» You sigh, placing the food on the table before walking up to him. «Sorry. Can we please have our movie date, Sungho?» You emphasize every letter of his name dramatically. He tries to stay mad for three more seconds⊠then finally sighs. «Fine. But Iâm still offended.»
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The restaurant is loud â members chatting, staff passing by, classical music playing so dramatically it feels like Mozart himself is performing live. You lean forward. «Can you pass me the water, Sungho?» Riwoo freezes mid-motion, bottle in hand. He slowly turns his head toward you. «âŠExcuse me?» You frown. «What?» He lets out a short laugh. «You just called me Sungho.» Your eyes widen. «Itâs too noisy in here!» you defend yourself quickly, gesturing toward the chaos. Ironically, the real Sungho is sitting right beside you talking to someone else. Riwoo shakes his head, amused. «So I look like him now?» You laugh nervously. «No! Youâre way cuter.» He raises a brow. «Good answer.» And finally passes you the water â still smiling to himself.
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Youâre trapped in a cuddle attack. Jaehyun is covering your face and neck in kisses, refusing to let you escape. «Stopâ I need to go to the bathroom!» you giggle, trying to push him away. He only hums against your skin, tightening his arms around you. The ticklish feeling makes you squirm. «Come on, Jaeminâ» The room goes silent. He pulls back slowly. «What did you just call me?» Your brain short-circuits. «Iâ sorry! Jaehyun! You were tickling me!» He narrows his eyes dramatically. «Ask Jaemin to kiss you then.» He rolls away from you, arms crossed. You stare at him in disbelief. «Youâre being dramatic.» â «No,» he replies firmly. «Iâm being replaced.» You end up having to crawl back into his arms and apologize at least five times before he forgives you.
đđđđŹđđ§ (íëëŻŒ)
Youâre out on a casual date, walking side by side when you casually say, «DonghyunâDongmin, sorry. Can we get ice cream on the way home?» You correct yourself instantly, hoping he didnât take it personally. Taesan simply nods. «Sure.» Too calm. Suspiciously calm. For the rest of the evening, he says nothing about it. You think youâre safe. Until the next morning. «Good morning, Mrs. Kim,» he says seriously. «Thatâs my momâs name.» â «Oh? My bad.» Later itâs your dadâs name. Then your childhood goldfishâs name. Then «Dongmin.» He keeps a straight face every single time. This goes on for an entire week. By day five youâre begging. «Please stop.» He finally smirks. «Names matter.»
đđđđĄđđ§ (êčëí)
Youâre sitting on the floor, bottles of nail polish scattered everywhere. «I canât decide,» you groan. «Hey Leehyunâ I mean Leehan. Donghyun-ah. Help me choose.» You barely think about it, just mixing up names out of confusion. But when you look up, heâs staring at you like you just committed betrayal. «So you donât even know my name?» he mutters quietly. «What? It was a mistake!» He sulks. For hours. He refuses to answer your question about the color. When you try to talk to him, he gives one-word replies. «Leehan, please.» Nothing. Eventually you have to cup his face and pepper his cheeks with kisses. «Iâll write your name on my nails next time.» He pauses. «Spell it correctly.» Only then does he soften.
đđšđšđ§đĄđđ€ (êčìŽí)
Youâre already bickering over what to watch. He wants baseball. You want Singleâs Inferno. «Let me choose this time,» he whines. You roll your eyes. «Fine, whatever you want, Woo Sungmin.» Silence. The remote drops from his hand. «What did you just call me?» You freeze. «Itâs one of the contestants!» He gasps dramatically. «Oh, so now youâre watching other guys?» â «Itâs a dating show!» â «So you have a favorite?» he accuses, pointing at you. «Is that why you mixed up my name?» He keeps going, spiraling further into fake jealousy. «Should I be worried? Who is he?» This continues for an hour until you physically put on the show just to prove your point. He watches the screen carefully, then looks at you. «âŠHeâs not even that good-looking.» You smack his arm. «Youâre impossible.» He grins. «But memorable. Unlike Woo Sungmin.»
đđđšđŠđ đČđź (ì”ëČê·) â f. reader â 1082 genre fluff, crack â when he fights with an eightâyearsâold â warnings none â đŽđšđșđ»đŹđčđłđ°đșđ»
You start regretting saying 'yes' to Beomgyu the moment you step inside his brotherâs house. Usually, his favours are harmlessâbuying him snacks, helping him practice English, taking a hundred and twenty photos because âthis angle is revolutionary.â But organizing a birthday party full of children between seven and ten years old? That feels suspiciously like a trap.
Earlier that day, he had looked at you with wide, dramatic eyes. «Itâs my nephewâs party! Thatâs basically your nephew!»
«My nephew?!» you had repeated.
«Well, youâre my girlfriend. Itâs only a matter of time before we get married and you officially become part of the family. What do you want little Jongin to remember? That you didnât show up to his birthday? Youâre heartlessâŠÂ»
He had shaken his head in fake disappointment while you stared at him, convinced Jongin was somehow more mature than him. Still, you gave in. «Fine. Iâll help. But youâre not leaving everything to me.»
«Of course not! But youâre better with kids than I am andâ»
«Stop talking. Letâs go.»
Now youâre standing in what looks like a tiny battlefield. Balloons everywhere, kids running in every direction, parents peacefully chatting in a corner as if they had nothing to do with the chaos. «You didnât tell me there were this many children,» you whisper through clenched teeth.
«I didnât know!» Beomgyu replies, looking both shocked and weirdly excited.
You clap your hands gently. «Okay, kids! Do you want to play before we eat cake?» No reaction. You try again, louder this time, but their screams overpower you. Thatâs when Beomgyu suddenly yells «HEY!» at full volume, making you cover your ears. Miraculously, the children freeze and look at you. Perfectâhuman megaphone unlocked.
«Do you want to play before eating cake?» you repeat, and this time youâre rewarded with a loud, united «YES!»
The next hour turns into pure chaos. You form a human train, play cham cham cham, and even hide-and-seek. Beomgyu dives behind couches like heâs in an action movie, taking everything far too seriously. When itâs your turn to hide, you grab Jongin and crouch under a table, pulling the tablecloth down to hide yourselves. You press a finger to your lips, trying not to laugh as footsteps approach.
«Pss⊠maybe check under the table,» Beomgyuâs voice says suspiciously close to you, helping a little boy finding the others. Traitor.
Two seconds later the tablecloth is lifted, and light floods your hiding spot. «Found you!» the little boy laughs before tapping your shoulder. «You ugly witch!» He sticks his tongue out and runs away before you can even process what just happened.
You blink. An eight-year-old just humbled you.
Beomgyu covers his mouth, clearly seconds away from bursting into laughter. You crawl out from under the table and dust off your jeans. «Donât you dare laugh. Iâve already been humiliated by someone who doesnât know the difference between left and right.»
But his expression shifts from amused to offended in record time. He grabs your wrist. «No. He apologizes.»
«Beomgyu, itâs fineâ» you try, but heâs already dragging you across the room.
He stops in front of the eight-years-old and kneels to his height, suddenly serious. «Hey. Apologize to my girlfriend. How dare you call her ugly? Have you looked at her? Sheâs a goddess.»
The child's smile fades instantly. «SorryâŠÂ» he mutters, staring at the floor. Guilt washes over you, and you quickly crouch down to pat his head. «Itâs okay. Go play. Cake soon, alright?» The child runs off happily.
You stand up and look at Beomgyu. «Was that really necessary? You scared him.»
«I donât care how old he is. No one gets to insult you,» he replies, crossing his arms. Then he adds, «Ugly? Please. Youâre obviously not as beautiful as me, but still.»
You shove him lightly. «Unbelievable.»
He stumbles back dramatically. «Violence? In front of children? I just defended your honor!»
You walk away shaking your head, but you can still hear him behind you. «Come back! I deserve a kiss! Iâm a gentleman who protects you!»
And as you watch him get dragged into another chaotic game by the kids, hair messy, eyes sparkling, still proudly dramatic, you realize that maybe saying yes wasnât such a bad idea after all.
Work has been exhausting you lately. Even when your body feels heavy with fatigue, your mind refuses to quiet down â unfinished tasks and anxious thoughts looping behind your closed eyelids. Heeseung notices the way you shift for the third time beside him. «Youâre still awake,» he murmurs softly. You let out a small sigh. «Iâm tired⊠I just canât stop thinking.» He stays quiet for a second, then gently pulls you closer. «Listen only to my voice and relax.» He guides your head onto his chest, your ear resting right above his heartbeat. His hand starts tracing slow, steady circles on your back before he begins humming under his breath. The sound is low and warm, vibrating through you as your head rises and falls with every breath he takes. The melody wraps around you like a blanket, and somehow the noise in your head fades. All you can focus on is the rhythm of his heart and the sweetness of his voice. Without even realizing it, like something out of a fairytale, you fall asleep to the sound of him singing.
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Jay had already closed his eyes, one arm lazily wrapped around your waist, when he feels you shift again. Youâve been pretending to sleep for the past twenty minutes, but your breathing isnât steady enough to fool him. «Youâre thinking too loud,» he mumbles sleepily. You open your eyes in the dark. «I canât sleep.» Even though the blankets are warm and his body is solid and comforting behind you, your mind just wonât settle. You gently try to move his arm to get up. «Iâm going to make some chamomile.» He tightens his hold slightly. «Stay.» «Butâ» â «Stay. Iâll get it.» He sits up immediately despite the late hour, tucks the blankets better around you before leaving the room. In less than three minutes heâs back, hair messy, holding a steaming mug. He blows on it first, takes a small sip to test the temperature, then hands it to you. «Not too hot.» You look at him softly. He presses a kiss to your forehead. «Drink. Iâm right here.» And he stays awake until your cup is empty and your breathing finally slows.
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Ever since you told him you havenât been sleeping well, Jake has made it his personal mission to fix it. Heâs read articles, watched videos, even adjusted the thermostat to eighteen degrees because apparently a cooler room helps. The lights are dim, just one small yellow lamp glowing softly. The room is spotless because âclutter stresses the brain,â according to something he read at 2 a.m. «Okay,» he says proudly as you crawl into bed. «Optimal sleeping conditions.» You canât help but laugh. He pulls you close and starts reading poetry from a book he bought just for this. His voice is gentle, slightly dramatic at times, clearly trying his best. It actually works â your muscles relax, your eyes grow heavier â until you hear the book slip from his hand. You look up to see him already asleep, mouth slightly open. «Jake,» you whisper, amused. No response. You smile, take the book from his chest, and cuddle into him. Somehow, watching him fall asleep trying so hard for you makes you drift off too.
đđźđ§đ đĄđšđšđ§ (ë°ì±í)
For the past few nights youâve been complaining about not sleeping, and Sunghoon has been quietly blaming himself for not helping enough. So today he came home with something new â small calming drops meant to help with sleep. Theyâre technically supposed to go on the pillow, but instead, he discreetly places a few on his neck. When he joins you in bed, you immediately notice the soft scent. «Did you get a new perfume?» you ask, nose brushing his collarbone. He freezes for half a second. «Uh⊠no. Itâs just body wash.» You hum suspiciously but settle against him anyway. The scent is soothing, mixed with the natural warmth of his skin. He pretends to scroll on his phone while you rest on his chest, but heâs really just waiting. Within minutes, your breathing deepens. Your fingers loosen in his shirt. He looks down at you and smiles softly, brushing your hair away from your face. «Finally,» he whispers proudly. He doesnât move for the rest of the night.
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Sunoo knows better than to force sleep. «If you canât sleep, donât fight it,» he says brightly when you complain. Instead of turning off the lights completely, he piles the bed with extra pillows, fluffy blankets, snacks balanced between you. «K-drama marathon?» he suggests with a grin. You end up watching not one but two dramas, whisper-commenting dramatically about every scene. «Heâs so toxic.» â «I know, but heâs kind of cute.» Time slips away until itâs almost four in the morning. Your eyes start burning, your head dropping against his shoulder. «Can we finish tomorrow?» you mumble. He smiles immediately. «Of course. Sleep now.» He turns everything off, gently tucks the blankets around you, and presses a soft kiss to your temple. «See? No pressure.» And this time, sleep comes naturally.
đđźđ§đ đ°đšđ§ (ìì ì)
You know heâs probably still awake â he usually sleeps late â but after two hours of staring at the ceiling, you give up. «Baby, arenât you sleeping?» he asks softly when he hears you sigh. «NoâŠÂ» you mumble. Thereâs a short pause. «Do you want me to come there?» The way he asks it so casually, like itâs the most natural thing in the world at this hour, makes your heart warm. «No, no⊠just talk.» He shifts slightly so he can see you better in the dim light. «Okay.» And then he starts telling you about his day â small details, random funny moments, even things that annoyed him. His voice is calm, steady, never too loud. You listen carefully at first, responding with soft «mhm» sounds, until your replies get quieter. Slower. Eventually, youâre silent. From his screenâs faint glow, he watches your cheek squished into the pillow, eyes finally closed. He takes a screenshot softly, smiling to himself before whispering, «Goodnight.»
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You keep tossing and turning beside him while heâs still awake, scrolling through videos. «I canât sleep,» you complain dramatically. He glances at you. «Do you want to watch my ASMR? Iâm basically a professional.» You hit him lightly with a pillow. «Not funny. Iâm losing my mind.» He chuckles but then puts his phone away immediately. «Come here.» He taps his chest. You roll your eyes but move closer anyway, resting against him. He wraps his arms around you and starts stroking your hair slowly. «Now relax,» he says in an exaggerated whisper. «Breathe slowly.» You almost laugh at how serious he sounds, but his hand keeps moving rhythmically through your hair. «Focus on my voice.» His tone softens for real this time. Within five minutes, your body melts completely against him. He looks down, surprised at how quickly it worked. «See? Best ASMR,» he murmurs proudly â even though youâre already asleep.
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The living room is quiet except for the soft sound of the movie playing. You are curled into Heeseungâs side under a thick blanket, your head resting against his chest, his arm wrapped securely around your shoulders. It's supposed to be a calm night, just comfort and warmth. Then he feels it. His shirt, right over his heart, slowly grows damp. He looks down and sees your head trembling slightly, your breathing uneven. «BabyâŠare you crying?» he asks immediately, voice gentle but laced with concern. You shake your head against him. «NoâŠno.» But your fingers grip his shirt tighter. The scene of Bambi losing his mother had cracked something open inside you, and the tears will not stop. He pauses the movie without hesitation, tossing the remote aside. He cups your cheeks carefully, thumbs brushing away the wet trails. «HeyâŠlook at me,» he whispers. You hesitate before meeting his eyes. «Itâs just a movie,» he murmurs, pressing his forehead to yours. He studies you for a second before adding with a tiny smile. «Maybe you should watch your Bambi instead.» He gestures to himself dramatically. You let out a broken laugh despite everything. He pulls you closer under the blanket, kissing your temple.
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You sit in the studio, watching Jay prepare to record. ''Always'' by Bon Jovi echoes softly as he tunes his electric guitar. You have seen him perform so many times, yet it still makes your chest ache in the best way. His voice fills the room, rich and emotional, every lyric sincere. «I know when I die, youâll be on my mind, and I love you, always,» he sings, finishing the last line with his eyes closed. When he opens them and looks at you, he freezes. You are crying silently, tears slipping down your cheeks while you try not to make a sound. He immediately sets the guitar down. «HeyâŠcome here,» he says softly. You rush into his arms as if your body has been waiting for permission. He wraps them around you tightly. «Was I that bad that I made you cry?» he teases gently. You shake your head against his chest. «Shut up. You were incredible. I love you.» Your voice breaks at the end. He leans back slightly to look at you, brushing your tears away. «Then donât hide it next time. If youâre moved,let me see it.»
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The shelter smells faintly of soap and fur. You and Jake walk slowly between the rows of cages. He keeps muttering that he wishes he could take all of them home because he hates the thought of any of them being lonely. You nod, but your heart already feels heavy. Then you see him. A small brown and black dog with long fur and sharp little ears. He paws at the gate gently, as if he is calling you specifically. You crouch down without thinking. The shelter worker approaches. «He was found in a dumpster when he was just over a year old. Heâs three now.» Your vision blurs instantly. Tears fall before you can stop them. Jake notices right away. His hand slides behind your back, rubbing slowly. He is blinking rapidly too, clearly fighting his own emotions. «Heâs an Australian terrier,» the worker adds. You look up at Jake like the universe just aligned. He gives you a soft, watery smile. «Itâs him. Itâs definitely him.» Seeing you cry makes his chest ache. He pulls you into his side while the little dog presses closer to the bars. «HeyâŠitâs okay,» he whispers. «He wonât ever be alone again.»
đđźđ§đ đĄđšđšđ§ (ë°ì±í)
Some days feel heavier than others. Today you wake up already tired of existing. You lock yourself in the bedroom, headphones on, slow songs playing while you pretend to work on your laptop. Sunghoon gives you space at first. He knows you. But when you skip lunch and the hours stretch too long, he finally opens the door quietly. The room is dark. You are curled under the blanket, shoulders shaking. He turns on the bedside lamp and sits next to you. «Hey,» he says softly. You peek out from under the covers, eyes red. «Do you want to talk about it?» he asks. You shake your head. He nods, handing you a tissue. «Okay.Then I have a distraction.» He pulls out a container. «Pasta from your favorite place. And tiramisu.» Your stomach betrays you with a small sound despite your sadness. He raises an eyebrow. «But the tiramisu is only if you stop crying. Or I eat it.» You immediately wipe your face. «Look. Iâm not crying.» He laughs quietly, brushing your hair back.
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You never need a big reason to cry. Sometimes it is the weather. Sometimes it is a random memory. But today you drop the framed photo from your first anniversary with Sunoo. The glass cracks on the floor. You stare at it in horror before sinking to your knees, tears falling immediately. «Iâm so stupid,» you whisper to yourself. Sunoo rushes in at the sound. «What happened?» he asks, alarmed. You hold up the broken frame. «I ruined it.» He kneels beside you, noticing your slightly red fingertips from touching the sharp edge. More than the photo, he hates seeing you blame yourself. He gently removes it from your hands. «Hey. Itâs okay. We can take another one. An even prettier one. I had my eyes half closed in this anyway.» You let out a weak laugh. «Youâre lying.» He smiles softly. «Maybe. But Iâd rather have you smiling than a perfect frame.» He wipes your cheeks carefully.«Girls donât cry over broken glass. We make new memories.»
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Before being your boyfriend, Jungwon was your best friend. When work goes wrong, he is the only place you want to be. You enter the apartment dragging your feet. He notices instantly and stands up. You drop everything and collapse into his arms. The tears finally fall freely. «OhâŠwhat happened?» he murmurs, holding you tight. «Donât cry, donât cry.» You sob against his cream sweater, mascara staining the fabric. When he gently lifts your face, he suddenly laughs. You stare at him, offended. Then you notice the black smudges on his sweater. «Sorry, baby, but you look too cute like this,» he says. You try to stay upset, but a laugh escapes instead. He kisses your forehead. «You should buy a waterproof mascara by the way.»
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The argument started small but escalated quickly. You both raise your voices about scheduling your anniversary. «Can you stop complaining, please?» he snaps. The sharpness in his tone makes you freeze. You fall silent, but your eyes fill instantly. You turn to leave, not trusting your voice. He grabs your hand gently. «No, hey, wait,» he says, already regretting it. He steps closer, thumb brushing away your tears. «Iâm really sorry. I didnât mean it like that. I never want to make you cry.» You look at him, still hurt. «Then donât talk like I donât matter.» He nods immediately. «You do. You matter the most. Can we try again? Calmly?» You nod slowly. He presses a soft kiss to your lips, lingering just enough. «My girl doesn't cry because of me. Not if I can help it.» He keeps holding your hand, refusing to let go.
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Heeseung (ìŽíŹìč)
He notices it the moment you loop your arm around his, laughing too close to his ear, words warm and messy. «Youâre drunk,» he murmurs fondly as he drives, thumb tapping against the steering wheel while you keep leaning closer. When he helps you inside, you tug him by the collar again, eyes half-lidded, lips brushing his. «So⊠bed?» Heeseung exhales slowly, fighting a smile, resting his forehead against yours. «You really donât play fair.» You pout immediately. «What, you donât love me anymore?» He chuckles, brushing your hair back gently. «I love you enough to wait.» Then he kisses your forehead, tucks you in, and stays seated beside the bed until your breathing evens out.
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Jay (ë°ìą ì±)
The car is quiet except for your laughter and the soft hum of the engine, your fingers already fidgeting with his shirt. You lean into him boldly, lipstick smudging against his collarbone, and Jay swallows hard before catching your wrists. «Hey,» he says softly, smiling despite himself, «youâre dangerous when you drink.» You tilt your head, dramatic. «So⊠thatâs a no?» â «For tonight,» he answers calmly, pulling you against his chest instead. You sigh exaggeratedly. «Wow. Rejected.» He laughs under his breath. «Talk to me again when the wine leaves your system.».
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Jake (ìŹìŹì€)
Heâs laughing just as much as you are, cheeks flushed, but the moment your hands slip under his sweater, he stiffens. «Whoaâokay,» he says quickly, pulling back even while smiling, «thatâs enough for today.». You groan, flopping back dramatically. «Youâre so boring, Jake.» â «Maybe,» he admits, handing you a lemonade, «but I like you sober too much.». You squint at him. «So you donât like me right now?» He laughs, shaking his head. «I like you so much Iâm not messing this up.» and he stays close anyway, shoulder pressed to yours, fingers laced with yours until you calm down.
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Sunghoon (ë°ì±í)
You cling to his sleeve, swaying slightly, eyes shining up at him in a way that makes his chest tighten. When you lean in too close, he gently places his hands on your waistânot pulling you closer, just steadying you. «Careful,» he murmurs, voice low. You pout. «Why? I like being close to you.» He smiles faintly, brushing his thumb over your knuckles. «And I like you remembering this.». You huff but let him guide you along, his arm firm and protective around your shoulders all the way home.
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Sunoo (êčì ì°)
Youâre extra affectionate, tugging at his jacket, laughing every time he looks at you. «Youâre being suspiciously cute,» he says, narrowing his eyes playfully. When you try to crawl into his lap, he laughs and gently redirects you beside him. «Nope, tonight Iâm your caretaker.». You gasp dramatically. «Excuse me? Iâm perfectly fine.» He grins, fixing the blanket around your shoulders. «Uh-huh. And Iâm still saying no.» You stick your tongue out, but curl closer anyway.
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Jungwon (ìì ì)
Your head finds his shoulder without warning, fingers lacing with his like itâs instinct. When you look up at him, eyes glossy and hopeful, his breath catches for just a second. He leans inâbut stops himself just short. «Not tonight,» he whispers, resting his forehead against yours instead. You frown slightly. «Did I do something wrong?» He squeezes your hand gently. «No. Youâre just not sober enough for what I want to give you.» and with this simple and sweet murmur of his voice, he doesnât move until you fall asleep.
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Ni-ki (ëì돎ëŒëŠŹí€)
Youâre unusually bold, tugging at his hoodie, teasing him with zero shame. Ni-ki freezes, eyes wide, then laughs nervously as he steps back. «Heyâhey, youâre drunk,» he says, hands up. You whine his name, dragging it out, saying you want only one kiss, clearly enjoying his reaction. He groans, flustered but smiling. «Youâre evil.» Then he grabs a blanket and sits beside you. «Come on. Iâll stay till you pass out.» He pretends to be annoyed, but never once takes his eyes off you.
It was Friday night and as tradition you and Heeseung would spend the evening sleeping together, at least the Fridays when tour schedules allowed it, so when he shows up at your door you open immediately, too happy to see him after missing him so much. «Iâve missed you» you say, jumping into his arms and after pulling away you grab his hand to take him to your room, not wanting to wait any longer, but he stops with an «oh» making you turn back. «What?» you ask, and he grins, eyes scanning you «thatâs my hoodie» you look down at the oversized fabric, his scent still clinging to it «as I said, Iâve missed you so much, this made you feel closer to me» you admit, thinking of the nights without him, and he smirks. «Well you can take it off now, Iâm here» he says, following you into the bedroom.
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Jay (ë°ìą ì±)
«Do you have everything?» Jay asks as you both get ready to head to the airport for your first trip together, he steps into the room to see you sitting on top of your suitcase trying to close it, making him chuckle. «Let me help» he reaches for the zipper but stops midway «Wait⊠is this my hoodie?» you freeze like youâve been caught stealing «Well⊠IâŠÂ» you stammer and he laughs softly. «Do you want to pack it? weâll find space» his voice is sweet and you smile. «Itâs comfy for the flight, Iâm keeping it on» and so you zip up the suitcase together, the hoodie staying firmly on your shoulders.
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Jake (ìŹìŹì€)
Jake doesnât know that every time he takes a shower you sneak into his closet, trying on his caps, his Tiffany jewelry, and of course his hoodies, so while heâs humming under the water youâre also humming, pulling together outfits in front of the mirror, not hearing his quiet steps until a warm, damp embrace wraps around you, water droplets from his hair falling onto your neck. «Oh? oh! youâre doneâwell uhm I was justâŠÂ» you babble, cheeks heating even more at the sight of him in just a towel. «You look cute in my clothes babe» he says, pressing a kiss to your neck, and you, still flustered, reply «And you look better without» making him laugh against your skin.
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Sunghoon (ë°ì±í)
You were in the gymâs locker room, changing into something more comfortable before heading home, when you hear your name from behind. «Y/n?» you turn to see Sunghoon with Jake and Jay, all three sweaty and hair messy, you give a small smileâno one knows you and Sunghoon are seeing each other yet, to everyone else youâre just âfriendsâ. «Hey, isnât that our hoodie?» Jake points out, noticing the âWalk The Lineâ print, and as soon as Sunghoon spots it his lips curl upâitâs his hoodie exactly. «Uhh yeah, I wanted something from the merch» you say quickly, making up a story, and he hums «Looks good on you» the air turns heavier, the other two exchanging glances before Jay teases «If you want someone from the group, take him» pushing Sunghoon a little closer to you.
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Sunoo (êčì ì°)
«Y/n» Sunoo calls out the moment you meet, making you pause «Sunoo?» you answer, his gaze almost intimidating. «Is that my hoodie youâre wearing?» it sounds more like a statement than a question and you open your mouth, unsure whether to admit stealing it or lie. «No, itâs mine» you go for the second option but he steps closer, sniffing the fabric. «Hey! thatâs my scent, thatâs my hoodie» he insists, pouting, and you place a quick kiss on his scrunched-up nose «You have such pretty clothes SunooâŠÂ» you mumble, making him grin. «Well, it looks better on you» and you stomp your foot «No, you» â «Nooo, you» he argues, and the playful back-and-forth doesnât stop.
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Jungwon (ìì ì)
Working for Enhypen was how you met your boyfriend Jungwon, and how you got to stay close to him, but it also meant rushing around, sticking to tight schedules and taking orders that couldnât be ignored, so in the middle of the chaos you spill coffee on your shirt, groaning and running to change, luckily finding his hoodie to slip on, when you return to the backstage with drinks he thanks you before leaning closer. «Oh? this is⊠mine» he whispers the last word so no one else hears, and you mutter «It was an emergency, sorry» feeling a little guilty, but he smiles. «You can keep it, and if you want there are some beanies in my bag, take whatever you need love» and now itâs him stealing somethingâspecifically, a quick but sweet kiss.
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Ni-ki (ëì돎ëŒëŠŹí€)
You and Ni-ki shared a love for fashion, though in very different waysâyou were all about elegant, classic pieces while he thrived on grunge, vintage and high-end looks. When you spot a shopping bag in his room with a brand-new Chrome Hearts hoodie inside youâre tempted, even though hoodies arenât usually your style, you imagine him wearing it and your hands are already slipping it over your head. Itâs warm, oversized, soft, and youâre lost in the comfort until a deep voice breaks the moment. «You look so tiny in it, cute» you turn to see Riki back with the food, cheeks warming as you start to take it off but he stops you, pulling the hood over your head and cupping your cheeks «You can keep it, itâs a gift» he says, and suddenly youâre not sure youâll ever give it back.
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Yeonjun (ì”ì°ì€)
You were leaning against the railing of the terrace, needing a break from the party and its lights, finding more comfort in the stars above. The glass door slid open behind you and you turned around. «Oh, hi Yeonjun» you greeted, then looked back up at the sky. He didnât return the greeting, just stood there. «What are you doing?» he finally asked. «Looking at the stars, you?» you said, and he replied «Iâm doing the same.» Yet when you glanced at him, you caught his eyes not on the stars but on you, and the meaning behind it was enough to make you blush.
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Soobin (ì”ìëč)
Soobin loved driving with you, music filling the car, your conversations soft and comforting. But that night you suggested something new: sitting on the open trunk with blankets, pillows, and warm bungeoppang, looking up at the stars. «This is just perfect» you said, your hands warmed by the sweet treat. Soobin nodded, eyes fixed on the night sky. «If they told me this was my last day on earthâ» â «What? Why would it be?» you cut in, and he laughed, shaking his head. «Let me finish! Maybe because of a zombie invasion or a meteorite, but if today was the last, Iâd want to spend it like this, with you, watching the stars.» His laugh softened into sincerity, and you smiled, resting your head against his shoulder.
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Beomgyu (ì”ëČê·)
You had convinced Beomgyu to join you for a romantic outing by the Han river. A blanket spread on the grass, your head resting on his chest while his arm curled around you, the two of you stared at the stars. «Look, thatâs the Big Dipper» you said, pointing. His eyes widened. «Oh really?» he asked, amazed, until you chuckled. «Nope, I made that up, I have no idea what the Big Dipper looks like.» His betrayed expression made you laugh harder. «But right here, I do have a little bear» you teased, poking his chest. Beomgyuâs lips curved into a smile. «And I have a star, right in front of me.»
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Taehyun (ê°íí)
The telescope was set in the middle of the quiet rooftop, the world hushed around you. Taehyun leaned in behind you, his hand gently adjusting the lens, his breath brushing your shoulder as he whispered «That one is Vega, and next to it is Lyra.» You nodded, your voice caught somewhere between listening and feeling. His closeness made your heartbeat echo louder than the night. When he moved your hand to guide the telescope, your fingers brushed, lingering longer than needed. «Beautiful, right?» he asked, but you werenât sure if he meant the stars or the moment itself.
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Hueningkai (íŽëìčŽìŽ)
The two of you were walking home after a date, hands intertwined as the streets lay quiet, just lampposts and the glow of a convenience store in the distance. Youâd already talked about so much, but now silence carried a warm weight between you. Then he softly hummed, «Look at the stars, look how they shine for youâŠÂ» You smiled instantly, recognizing the melody of Yellow. Your eyes lifted to the sky where the stars really did shine brighter. «You know, the restaurant was great, but this moment⊠under the stars with you, itâs even better» he said honestly. You squeezed his hand, looking at him with a soft smile. «I hope weâll do this for a long time» you whispered before pressing a gentle kiss on his cheek, leaving him blushing under the night sky.
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Sungho â Grumpy x Sunshine
Youâve always been the type to roll your eyes at cheesy jokes, never one for small talk, the one who glares instead of smilesâbut then thereâs Sungho, walking light, smiling like he was born to brighten rooms. He leans down beside you on a gloomy afternoon, your arms crossed, your face stiff and tired. He tilts his head, studying you, then with the softest grin, he cups your cheeks and lifts them gently upward. «There. Thatâs better» he beams, his thumbs brushing lightly over your skin. «You look so much cuter when you smile»and for a second, just a second, you let him in, just enough to let the smile stay.
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Riwoo â Secret Relationship
The dance studio lights are dim, just the two of you left in the quiet, soft beats playing low from the speaker. Heâs there, leaning against the mirror, curling a headphone wire around his fingers, your eyes meet and the silence isnât awkwardâitâs comforting. Thereâs no need to speak when you already know. He crosses the room, stands behind you, fixes the strand of hair fallen in your face. «Weâre still just us,right?» he whispers. You nod, heart steady like the rhythm he moves to. Every touch, every shared glance in that space is yours and his, hidden behind mirrored walls, secret like your feelings, and yet more real than anything outside.
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Jaehyun â Slow Burn
It starts in the little thingsâthe way his shoulder brushes yours when he leans in to show you something on his phone, how he always waits for you even when you donât ask, how his laughter softens when itâs you who made the joke. He catches your gaze from across the room, smiles, but quickly looks away. You donât say anything either, but your hands always seem to find each other when you're walking close, you always sit next to each other, and when he ties your shoelace without a word, you think maybe everyone else sees it tooâthis thing blooming slow, quiet, and real. He touches your hand one night, doesnât let go, and thatâs when it hits youâyouâve been falling, softly, for him all along.
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Taesan â Golden Retriever x Black Cat
Youâre draped across his back like itâs the most natural thing in the world, your chin resting on his shoulder, arms around his middle. He sighs, a long suffering sigh that sounds annoyedâbut he doesnât move. In fact, he leans back into you a little. You grin, wiggling your fingers over his ribs. «You never let anyone touch you like this» you hum, clearly smug. He rolls his eyes, deadpan. «Youâre not just anyone» he says like itâs obvious, you laugh. «Admit it, you like the attention» he turns to look at you finally, expression unreadable. «Keep talking and Iâll throw you off» he mutters, and still, his hand reaches back to hold yours.
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Leehan â Protective Softie x Reckless Crush
You find him crouched over the kitchen counter, staring at something suspicious in his hand. «Is thatâŠfish food?» you ask, half horrified. He shrugs with a cheeky grin. «I was just curious» he says, like itâs a perfectly reasonable thing to say. You take the packet from him, placing it back safely on the shelf. «Youâre gonna poison yourself one day» you scold gently, fixing his hoodie while youâre at it. He watches you, amused, his smile growing warm. «And youâre always here to stop me, huh?» you glance at him. «Someone has to take care of your chaotic self» he nods dramatically. «Then I guess Iâll just keep being reckless if it means you stay close» and somehow, that feels more like a confession than a joke.
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Woonhak â Childhood Friends to Lovers
The treehouse creaks softly in the wind, just like it used to when you were ten, when you first promised to always be best friends forever. Heâs taller now, his voice deeper, but when he smiles, itâs still the same Woonhak. You sit beside him, legs dangling through the old wooden boards. He pulls something from his pocketâa folded piece of paper, creased with age. «Remember this?» he asks, and your heart stopsâitâs the note you both wrote years ago, signed in shaky handwriting. With a grin, he leans closer. «We promised to stay friends foreverâŠbut I never said we couldnât kiss» his voice is quiet, almost shy, and when he presses his lips to your cheek, you realize youâve been in love with him for as long as youâve known him.
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