Danii

I like kpop. I like to write.

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Masterlist

(only Dom!male reader stories, if reader was sub, it would say so in the title)

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(ENHYPEN)

JUNGWON

Late night calls - Part 1: Jungwon

Comforting You - Y.J.

Waken up with kisses (Part 1: Jungwon)

Even If You’re Sick - (Part 2: Jungwon)

Nameless - Part 4: Jungwon

Back off (or don’t)

Your Scent - YJ. (Part 3)

Riding You - (Part 2: Y.J.) (Smut)

Jungwon’s birthday!!! (20260209)

Pretty For You - Y.J. (Smut)

Valentines Day - Y.J. (Part 6)

When It’s Your Birthday - Y.J. (Part 2)

A Hickey Situation - Y.J. (Part 2)

HEESEUNG

Late Night | His Dorm | Your Hands on Him

Part 2: Not Finished (of late night)

All for me?

I got you

Your sounds (Whimper Training)

Late Night Calls - Part 2: Heeseung

Comforting You - L.H.

Waken up to kisses - (Part 3: Heeseung)

Even If You’re Sick - (Part 1: Heeseung)

“Nameless” - Part 2: Heeseung

Hitting the Notes -L.H.

Your Scent- (Part 1: L.H. )

Your Cuddles - L.S. (Part 1)

Riding You - (Part 3: L.H.) (smut)

Valentines Day - L.H. (Part 1)

Supporting You - L.H.

Supporting You (Again) - L.H.

Wanna Be Perfect for You - L.H.

A Hickey Situation - L.H. (Part 1)

JAY

Comforting You - P.J.

Waken up to Kisses - (Part 6: Jay)

Even If You’re Sick - Part 7: Jay

Nameless - Part 6: Jay

Your Scent- (Part 2: P.J.)

Valentines Day - P.J. (Part 2)

JAKE

Late Night Calls - Part 3: Jake

Comforting You - S.J.

Waken up to kisses (Part 2: Jake)

Even If You’re Sick - (Part 4: Jake)

Jake’s birthday

Nameless - Part 5: Jake

Valentines Day - S.J. (Part 3)

SUNGHOON

Your apartment, late night turning to early morning

Comforting You - P.S.

Waken up to Kisses - (Part 5: Sunghoon)

Even If You’re Sick - (Part 5: Sunghoon)

Nameless - Part 3: Sunghoon

Keep up - P.S.

Flexing - P.S. (Smut)

Riding You - (Part 5: P.J.) (Smut)

Valentines Day - P.S. (Part: 4)

SUNOO

Comforting You - K.S.

Waken up to Kisses - (Part 7: Sunoo)

Even If You’re Sick - (Part 6: Sunoo)

Nameless - Part 7: Sunoo

You’re beautiful, don’t forget that. - K.S.

Valentines Day - K.S. (Part 5)

Ni-Ki

Overstimulation to Tears - Nishimura Riki

Late Night Calls - Part 4: Ni-ki

“Denial to Desire (With or Without You)”

Comforting You - N.R.

Waken up to Kisses - (Part 4: Niki)

Even If You’re Sick - (Part 3: Ni-Ki)

In honor of Niki’s long hair that had me up LATE last night

Nameless - Part 1: Niki

More Niki smut cause his hair does something to me

(Fluff) Sub!Reader x Dom!Niki (no smut)

Riding You - (Part 1: N.R.)

Valentines Day - N.R. (Part 7)

When It’s Your Birthday - N.R. (Part 1)

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Other:

Enha Reactions

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(BTS)

JIMIN

(Coming soon)

TAEHYUNG

(Coming soon)

JUNGKOOK

Back from the Military - Jeon Jungkook

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(SEVENTEEN)

SCOUPS

(Coming soon)

JEONGHAN

Missing You - Y.J.

When He’s a Manipulator - Yoon Jeonghan

JOSHUA

(Coming soon)

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Obsessed with your Kisses - L.H. (Part 1)

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Heeseung was lounging lazily on the couch, his legs tucked under him, scrolling through his phone with that faint, distracted smile that always made your chest tighten.

You were next to him, trying to focus on your own phone, but all your attention kept drifting to him. His lips. The way they curved when he laughed quietly at whatever video he was watching.

The soft warmth of his skin against your fingertips when he absentmindedly rested his hand near yours.

Before you even realized it, you leaned closer. One quick peck on his lips, just to tease.

But then he looked up at you, eyes half-lidded and soft, a tiny blush creeping onto his cheeks. “You’re… not gonna stop, are you?” he whispered.

You smiled against his lips and didn’t answer. Instead, you kissed him again.

Longer this time, letting your hand drift to the side of his face, thumb brushing over his cheek. He sighed softly, leaning into your touch, his hands finding your shoulder almost instinctively.

And just like that, the world shrank to just the two of you. Every thought, every sound outside the apartment seemed to fade.

You couldn’t stop. You didn’t want to stop. Every time you pulled back for just a breath, his lips found yours again, like magnets refusing to be apart.

“You’re… impossible,” he murmured between kisses, but his tone was half-laughing, half-melted into desire.

“And you’re irresistible,” you whispered back, nipping gently at his lower lip. He gasped softly, eyes widening for just a second, and that tiny reaction made your heart thump so hard you were sure he could feel it against him.

Your kisses trailed from his lips to his jawline, down his neck, lingering where his pulse beat strong and fast. He tilted his head, giving you better access, a soft moan escaping him that made your chest ache. “Mhm… don’t… don’t stop…”

“I don’t want to,” you said, voice low and breathless, pressing your forehead against his. You captured his lips again, slow and needy this time, letting him feel exactly how much you wanted him.

His hands tangled in your hair, holding you close, pulling you impossibly near. Every little sound he made—soft sighs, tiny moans, the way his chest rose and fell—was like music, and you couldn’t help yourself.

You kissed him like you were trying to memorize him, every inch of his mouth, every reaction, every little gasp.

Minutes passed and neither of you noticed. Every time he pulled away, even just slightly, you leaned back in, lips finding his again, hands clutching him closer. Your heart threatened to burst from how perfect it all felt.

Finally, you broke the kiss, resting your forehead against his, breath uneven. “You really… can’t stop, huh?” he mused.

“I… can’t help it,” you admitted, nuzzling your nose against his. “You’re just too perfect.”

Heeseung let out a soft laugh, half-exasperated, half-melted. “Well… I guess I won’t complain.”

You smiled, pressing another lingering kiss to his lips, and he responded instantly, like it was the only thing in the world that mattered.

And in that endless cycle of kisses, you realized something: stopping was never an option. You never wanted it to be.

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OKAY IM BACK AND BETTER , THESE NEXT POSTS R FROM JUNE BUT I HAVE MY DRAFTS READY AND I WILL BE MORE CONSISTENT AGAIN! IVE JUST BEEN ENJOYING MY SUMMAAA , also have we seen Heeseung’s new hair , literally wanna eat him out 🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼

TYYY

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I’ve been too quiet , so sorry! #im back #whomissedme

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A Hickey Situation - Y.J. (Part 2) ____________________________________________The morning was warm and still, the kind of quiet that settles after a night that had clearly been too much. Jungwon stirred beside you, face buried halfway into his pillow, hair tousled, and the faintest frown tugging at his lips as he shifted.

You watched him for a second, biting back a grin. Even half-asleep, he looked a little too put-together — that is, until he sat up and the light hit the side of his neck.

A slow smirk spread across your face. The evidence was right there: scattered marks, soft purples and pinks climbing up the side of his throat and under the hem of his shirt collar.

Jungwon rubbed his eyes, yawning, completely unaware.

“Why are you staring at me like that?”

You shrugged, casually. “No reason.”

He frowned a little, blinking at you suspiciously before stretching, his hoodie slipping down a bit from one shoulder. That’s when he caught sight of himself in the mirror across the room — and froze.

“…What the—” he started, leaning closer. His fingers went straight to his neck, tracing over the marks like they might just rub off.

He turned to you with wide eyes. “You—! You did this?”

You tilted your head innocently. “I don’t remember you complaining.”

He gaped, cheeks flushing almost instantly. “You can’t just— I have practice today!”

You couldn’t help it; a laugh slipped out. “Guess you’ll need to keep your hoodie on then.”

He groaned, falling back dramatically onto the bed. “You’re the worst.”

You leaned over him, resting your elbows on either side of his head. “You weren’t saying that last night.”

“Stop.” He covered his face with his hands, muffled voice coming out through his palms. “You’re so annoying.”

You grinned, gently tugging one of his hands away so you could see him again. “Annoying, but you like me.”

He peeked through his fingers, eyes rolling but lips curving into a small smile he couldn’t hide. “Unfortunately.”

You pressed a quick kiss to his forehead, just because you could, and felt him relax under you — still red-faced, but no longer fighting it.

A few minutes later, he was in front of the mirror again, hoodie zipped up to his chin, muttering under his breath.

“Next time, I’m leaving a few on you.”

You laughed from the bed. “Promises, promises.”

He turned, eyes narrowed but gleaming. “That’s not a threat. That’s a guarantee.”

And from the faint pink still dusting his cheeks, you knew he meant it.

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My tumblr acc is, unless requested, just for short, cute stories. Long chapter, books, real plots are all on my wattpad, which is the same username! Feel free to leave any requests and I’ll def get back to you!

TY

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A Hickey Situation - L.H. (Part 1) ____________________________________________Morning light spilled through the blinds, pale and merciless. Heeseung squinted as it hit his face, groaning softly while dragging the blanket higher up his chest. His body was still heavy with sleep, his voice low when he muttered your name.

You were already half-awake beside him, scrolling absently on your phone, a little grin tugging at your lips. He looked over at you lazily — and immediately noticed the look on your face.

“…What?” he mumbled, voice hoarse.

You bit back a laugh. “You might want to check the mirror.”

His brows furrowed, but he sat up anyway, hair falling over his eyes. When he caught sight of himself in the vanity mirror across the room, his jaw dropped a little.

A constellation of deep pink and purple marks trailed down the side of his neck, disappearing under the collar of his shirt. They were bold. Impossible to ignore.

Heeseung blinked, staring for a full three seconds before turning to you slowly.

“Are you serious right now?”

You shrugged, looking way too calm. “You didn’t stop me.”

He scoffed, running a hand through his hair. “I was distracted.”

You set your phone down, leaning back on one elbow. “You sound ungrateful.”

His lips twitched — caught somewhere between irritation and amusement. He tugged at his collar again, inspecting another mark that had started to bloom darker.

“These are gonna take days to fade,” he muttered under his breath.

You hummed, pretending to think. “Guess you’ll have to wear them proudly.”

He gave you a flat look. “Proudly? People are gonna think I got mauled.”

“By me,” you corrected smoothly. “Which is accurate.”

He froze for a second, eyes narrowing, but you caught the faint flush that crept up his neck — almost matching the bruises there. He tried to play it off, tugging the blanket around his shoulders like that would somehow hide his embarrassment.

“You’re impossible,” he said finally, voice low and quiet.

You leaned over, close enough that your lips brushed the edge of his jaw. “And you like it.”

Heeseung didn’t answer, but his breath hitched — just a little — and his fingers curled tighter around the blanket. When you pulled back, he shot you a glare that wasn’t really a glare at all, his mouth twitching like he was trying not to smile.

“Next time,” he said under his breath, “I’m returning the favor.”

You raised a brow. “Promise?”

He rolled his eyes, but you caught it — the faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he got up and disappeared into the bathroom, muttering something about concealer and long sleeves.

And yet, a few minutes later, when he passed you again on his way to grab coffee, the collar of his shirt had “accidentally” slipped just low enough for one mark to show.

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OVERFLOW IS TRULY A MASTERPIECE , HEESEUNG NEEDS HIS ASS ATE

TY

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Wanna Be Perfect for You - L.H.

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It started with little things.

You’d catch him straightening his posture whenever you entered the room. Fixing his hair in the reflection of the microwave door. Smiling too hard, laughing a beat too early.

At first, it was almost funny — your Heeseung, usually so natural and goofy, suddenly acting like he was trying to win you over again.

But tonight, it didn’t feel funny.

You walked into the kitchen to find him fussing over dinner, hands moving nervously from pan to plate.

There were three different dishes on the counter, all half-finished. His brow was furrowed, jaw clenched.

“Hee,” you said softly, leaning against the doorway. “What’s all this?”

He didn’t look up. “Dinner,” he muttered. “You worked all day, so I wanted to do something nice.”

You stepped closer, resting a hand on his arm. “You already are nice.”

He flinched slightly, still avoiding your gaze. “Not nice enough.”

That made you pause. You moved to stand in front of him, forcing him to meet your eyes. His were glassy — not teary, but close.

“What’s going on?” you asked.

Heeseung swallowed hard, then shook his head like he could physically shake the words away. “I just—” He exhaled shakily, rubbing at his wrist.

“I don’t know. Sometimes I feel like you could do better. You’re patient, you’re steady, you never mess up… and then there’s me, who forgets things, who says stupid stuff, who can’t even make dinner right—”

You stopped him by taking his hands. They were trembling.

“Hey,” you said gently, “look at me.”

He did, reluctantly.

“Hee,” you whispered, “you don’t have to be perfect for me.”

His face crumpled just slightly, that one sentence cracking the wall he’d been building all week.

“But I want to be,” he said, voice breaking. “I want you to look at me and think, ‘he’s everything.’ I don’t want to give you a reason to regret me.”

Your heart clenched. You reached up, cupping his face, feeling him lean into your palms despite the tension still in his shoulders.

“I already think that,” you said. “You don’t have to perform for me, Hee. You don’t have to earn me every day.”

He tried to laugh, but it came out shaky, almost a sob. “Then why do I still feel like I’ll mess it all up?”

“Because you care too much,” you murmured, thumbs brushing the corners of his eyes. “And that’s what makes you you.”

For a moment, neither of you spoke. The only sound was his uneven breathing, the faint simmer of something on the stove, the way your hearts seemed to sync up despite everything.

Then, without really thinking, you leaned in and pressed a kiss to his forehead. “You don’t have to prove anything. You’re already mine.”

Something broke in him then — quietly, tenderly. His arms came up around you, holding you so tight it almost hurt. You could feel his chest shake against yours, soft little sounds escaping him that he didn’t bother to hide.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I just… love you so much it scares me sometimes.”

You pulled back just enough to see his face, red-eyed and beautiful. “Good,” you said with a small, wobbly smile. “It scares me too.”

He let out a laugh that was mostly a breath, pressing his forehead against yours. “You always know what to say.”

“Only because you always tell me what you need,” you said, brushing your nose against his. “Even when you don’t mean to.”

Heeseung exhaled, long and slow, tension melting out of his shoulders. The mask — the “perfect boyfriend” act — slipped away completely.

What was left was the boy you loved: tired, a little insecure, but so impossibly sincere.

You kissed him softly, just once, then again when you felt him smile against your lips.

“Now,” you whispered, “come on. Let’s burn this dinner together.”

He chuckled, sniffled, and finally — finally — let himself relax into you. “Okay,” he murmured. “But I’m still gonna try to make dessert right.”

You grinned, wrapping your arms around him again. “As long as you’re the one making it, it’ll be perfect enough.”

And maybe, for the first time in days, Heeseung believed you.

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Heeseungs face has been STUCK in my mind…LIKE HIS SPOILERS 🥵🥵🥵

TY

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When It’s Your Birthday - L.H. (Part 7) _____________________________________________Your birthday had been strangely quiet all day.

Not bad quiet.

Just… suspicious quiet.

You got birthday texts, calls from friends, random social media posts, but one person had been weirdly unavailable all afternoon.

Lee Heeseung.

Your boyfriend.

Who usually texted you every five minutes.

Who usually sent random messages like did you eat? or look at this cat or miss you baby.

Today?

Almost nothing.

Just:

busy rn :(

see you tonight baby

That was it.

You sat on your couch staring at your phone.

“…Nope,” you muttered.

Something was absolutely happening.

Because there was no way Heeseung was forgetting your birthday.

No chance.

Still, by nighttime you were annoyed a little.

Not because you thought he forgot.

But because you missed him and his ridiculously cute face.

Then your phone rang.

Heeseung ❤️

You answered immediately.

“Hey”

“Come outside.”

You blinked.

“…What?”

“Outside baby.”

“Why?”

“No questions.”

“Heeseung—”

The line disconnected.

You stared at your phone.

Five minutes later you stepped outside and immediately stopped.

Heeseung was sitting on the hood of his car holding a tiny cake box.

And beside him—

A projector.

A whole projector.

You walked over slowly.

“What exactly is this?”

Heeseung suddenly looked sheepish.

“Well…”

He rubbed the back of his neck.

“I had an idea.”

Dangerous words.

You got closer and looked behind him.

Peaking out from the backyard gates of your parents house, a white sheet had been hung between two poles.

You looked back at him.

“Heeseung.”

“Yeah?”

“What is happening?”

His ears started turning pink.

“It’s a birthday movie night.”

You stared.

“A what?”

“A birthday movie night,” he repeated weakly. “I thought maybe we could watch something together and eat and hang out and—okay stop looking at me like that.”

You started laughing. “You did all this?”

“I wanted it to be different!”

Your chest immediately softened.

Because suddenly all the missing texts made sense.

He wasn’t forgetting.

He’d been preparing all day.

You stepped right between his legs where he sat on the hood.

He looked at you shyly.

“Hi,” he said quietly.

“Hi.”

Then you slid your hands around his waist and kissed him.

Soft.

Slow.

Heeseung made a tiny surprised sound before his hands immediately settled on your shoulders.

When you kissed him a little deeper, he leaned into you automatically, pulling you closer until you were nearly pressed against him.

By the time you pulled away, Heeseung was looking at you with that dazed expression he got sometimes.

“…Hi again,” he said softly.

You laughed.

“You okay baby?”

“Mhm.”

“…Heeseung.”

He blinked.

Then blinked again, eyes clearer.

“Oh.”

You laughed harder and rested your forehead against his.

Cute.

Way too cute.

Later that night, the two of you were curled together under blankets while the movie played in the background.

Heeseung had somehow ended up half laying on top of you with his head resting against your chest while your arm stayed around his waist.

“You know,” he mumbled sleepily, “I was nervous.”

You looked down.

“For this?”

“Mhm.”

“Why?”

Heeseung looked up at you quietly.

“Because I wanted today to be perfect.”

You brushed his hair back gently.

“You know something?”

“Hm?”

“You being here already made it perfect.”

His eyes softened instantly.

Then, without saying anything, he shifted upward and tucked his face into your neck.

“Baby.”

“Hm?”

“I love you.”

You smiled and tilted his chin up.

“Birthday confession?”

“No.” He looked at you with a tiny smile. “Just reminding you.”

Then he kissed you again before you could answer.

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HEESEUNG HAS OFFICIALLY BECOME MAMA IN MY BOOK #horny

TY

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When It’s Your Birthday - P.J. (Part 6) _____________________________________________It was your birthday, and from the second you woke up, something felt suspicious.

It was mainly because Park Jongseong was acting way too normal.

Too calm.

Too innocent.

You narrowed your eyes at him across the kitchen while he stood making coffee like absolutely nothing was happening.

“…Why are you acting weird?”

Jay looked over his shoulder.

“Weird?”

“Yes.”

“No idea what you mean.”

You walked over and wrapped your arms around his waist from behind, resting your chin on his shoulder while staring at him.

“Jay.”

“Hm?”

“You’re hiding something.”

He turned his head slightly.

“No I’m not.”

“You are.”

“I’m really not.”

You squinted.

Jay stared back.

You stared harder.

Jay held eye contact for exactly three seconds before breaking into a smile.

“…Okay, maybe a little.”

“Knew it.”

He laughed as you tightened your arms around him.

“You’re supposed to let me surprise you.”

“You’re bad at hiding things.”

“That’s because you keep staring at me like you’re interrogating me.”

You kissed the side of his neck casually.

Jay immediately paused.

Just for a second.

Tiny reaction.

But you noticed.

“Aw,” you teased, smirking against his skin. “Still getting shy?”

“No.”

You kissed him again.

Longer this time.

Jay set the coffee mug down immediately.

“Okay,” he said, turning around and pulling you closer by the waist. “You’re distracting me on purpose.”

“Maybe.”

“You’re evil.”

“On my birthday too?”

Jay narrowed his eyes.

Then leaned up and kissed you.

Slow.

And because Jay was Jay, there was always that tiny bit of confidence behind it, like he already knew exactly what he was doing.

One hand settled at your waist while the other moved up to your cheek gently.

When you pulled away, he looked way too pleased with himself.

“…What’s that smile for?”

“Nothing.”

“Jay.”

“Nothing.”

Liar.

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A few hours later, Jay insisted on taking you out without explaining where you were going.

Absolutely refused.

“No hints.”

“Babe.”

“Nope.”

“Baby...”

“You’re not getting it out of me.” Though you could tell his resolve was weakening.

Now you were standing on the rooftop of a restaurant.

Your mouth fell open slightly.

“You did all this?”

Jay suddenly looked embarrassed.

“No.”

You looked at him.

He looked away.

“…Maybe.”

It was set up near the edge overlooking the city.

Nothing over-the-top.

Nothing dramatic.

Just warm lights, your favorite food, and a quiet atmosphere.

Very Jay.

Thoughtful without making it feel forced.

“You remembered my favorite place.”

Jay looked confused.

“Of course I remembered.”

Like it was obvious.

Like forgetting never would’ve even crossed his mind.

That hit harder than expected.

By the time dinner ended, the two of you were standing near the railing outside.

The city lights stretched below while cool air brushed against your face.

Jay moved beside you and slipped his hand into yours naturally.

“You happy today?” he asked quietly.

You looked at him.

At the way he kept glancing at you even while pretending to look at the view.

At the way his thumb absentmindedly brushed over your hand.

At the way he somehow remembered every tiny thing that mattered.

So you pulled him closer by the front of his jacket.

Jay blinked.

“Wha—”

Then you kissed him.

He made the smallest surprised sound before immediately melting into it.

Your hand moved to the back of his neck while his arms wrapped around your waist automatically, pulling you closer until there wasn’t any space left.

When you finally pulled back, Jay stared at you for a second.

“…Okay.”

Jay raised an eyebrow.

“Okay what?”

You smiled.

“That might’ve been the favorite part of my birthday.”

Then you leaned down and kissed him again before he could say anything back.

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JAY IS SO WIFE MATERIALL , IMA MARRY HIM

TY

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When It’s Your Birthday - S.J. (Part 5) _____________________________________________You and Jake Sim had been on vacation for four days already.

Four days of beaches, late-night walks, matching sunglasses Jake insisted on buying, and him taking approximately seven hundred pictures of you because apparently “the lighting looked good.”

You were pretty sure half of Jake’s camera roll was just you.

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The morning of your birthday, you woke up expecting to feel Jake beside you.

Instead—

Empty.

You frowned sleepily, reaching over the bed only to find cold sheets.

“…Jake?”

No answer.

You sat up, rubbing your eyes before hearing faint noises coming from the hotel balcony.

When you walked over and slid the door open, you immediately froze.

Jake was standing there in an oversized white shirt and shorts, carefully setting plates down on a small table overlooking the ocean.

Breakfast.

There was fruit, pancakes, coffee, and flowers sitting in the middle.

The second he looked up and noticed you, his entire face lit up before faltering.

“Wait!” he panicked. “No—go back inside!”

You stared.

“…What?”

“I wasn’t ready yet!”

“You literally woke me up by leaving.”

“I know, but you weren’t supposed to come out this early.”

You started laughing while Jake immediately covered his face dramatically.

“Stop laughing!”

“You’re stressed!”

“I’m not stressed,” he argued.

Then paused.

“…Okay maybe a little.”

Still smiling, you walked over toward him anyway.

Jake looked up at you with a pout.

“You ruined your surprise,” he accused.

“And I still love it.”

Jake dropped his hands immediately.

“…Really?”

You wrapped your arms around his waist and pulled him close.

Jake immediately melted.

Every single time.

His arms slid around you instinctively while he buried his face into your shoulder with a small happy sigh.

“There he is,” you teased softly.

“Shut up.”

“You got clingy fast.”

“It’s your birthday,” he mumbled against you. “I’m gifting you my affection.”

You smiled and pressed a kiss against his hair.

Jake looked up after a second, eyes soft.

“Happy birthday, baby.”

The way he said it made your chest squeeze a little.

“Thank you.”

“Nope.” He shook his head seriously. “Wait.”

Then he leaned forward and kissed you softly.

“Okay,” he said proudly. “Now officially happy birthday.”

You laughed quietly.

“You’re such a loser.”

Jake gasped dramatically.

“Excuse me? I placed breakfast with romance and ocean views.”

“Romance?”

“Yes.”

You looked around at the ocean, the flowers, the breakfast setup.

“…Okay maybe romance.”

“Exactly.”

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Later that day, after walking around the beach and Jake forcing you to take pictures together every ten minutes, the two of you ended up sitting in the sand while watching the sunset.

Jake sat close beside you, shoulder pressed against yours.

Closer than close.

One of his arms was wrapped around your arm while his head rested against your shoulder.

“You know,” he said quietly, drawing little lines in the sand with his foot, “I’ve been excited for today for weeks.”

You looked down at him.

“For my birthday?”

“Mhm.”

He glanced up with a small smile.

“I like celebrating you.”

That alone made your expression soften instantly.

Jake looked out toward the ocean again before speaking more quietly.

“I just wanted you to feel loved today.”

You stared at him for a moment.

Then reached over, tilted his chin gently toward you, and kissed him.

Slow.

Warm.

Jake immediately smiled into it.

When you pulled back, he was already looking at you with that ridiculously affectionate expression.

“…What?” you asked.

Jake grinned.

“Nothing.”

Pause.

“I just really like being your boyfriend.”

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JAKE IS MY BELOVED HUSBANDDDDDD AND IM GOING TO IMPREGNATE HIM 😘😘🧠🧠🙂‍↕️😛😛😛💕💕

TY

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When It’s Your Birthday - P.S. (Part 4) _____________________________________________The second midnight hit, your phone buzzed.

happy birthday ❤️

look outside.

You frowned slightly before walking toward your apartment window.

And there he was.

Park Sunghoon leaned against his car downstairs, hands shoved into the pockets of his black hoodie while staring up at your building.

The moment he noticed you at the window, he smiled.

Small.

Pretty.

Dangerous.

You immediately grabbed your keys.

By the time you got downstairs, Sunghoon was already opening his arms for you like he expected you there.

“You’re unbelievable,” you said the second you reached him.

“And yet you still came down.”

You barely had time to roll your eyes before pulling him close by the waist and kissing him.

Sunghoon let out the softest surprised sound against your lips before instantly melting into it.

No matter how calm or composed he acted, the second you took control, he folded every time.

Your hand tightened at his waist while kissing him slower, deeper, and Sunghoon’s fingers immediately curled into the front of your hoodie.

“Missed me that much?” you murmured against his mouth.

“Mhm,” he admitted quietly, breath warm against your lips. “It’s embarrassing.”

You smirked slightly. “A little.”

“Shut up.”

But he was smiling while saying it.

You finally pulled back just enough to look at him properly.

His cheeks were slightly pink from the cold, dark hair messy under the streetlights, and he looked at you with that soft expression he only ever wore around you.

“Happy birthday,” he said again, quieter this time.

Then he handed you a small paper bag.

“What’s this?”

“Open it.”

Inside was a silver chain bracelet and your favorite cologne you’d mentioned wanting months ago.

You blinked. “You remembered that?”

Sunghoon looked almost offended.

“You think I don’t listen to you?”

“You remember everything I say?”

“I like hearing you talk.”

That shouldn’t have affected you as much as it did.

You stepped closer again automatically, one hand sliding around the back of his neck.

Sunghoon looked up at you immediately.

Waiting.

Always so attentive with you.

“You’re pretty,” you said casually.

He rolled his eyes softly. “You say that every day.”

“And I’m still right every day.”

This time his smile turned shy around the edges.

Cute.

You leaned down and kissed the corner of his mouth slowly, feeling him exhale softly against you.

“You cold?” you asked.

“A little.”

“C’mere.”

You pulled him against your chest properly this time, wrapping your jacket around him while his arms slid around your waist instinctively.

Sunghoon sighed quietly the second he settled against you.

Comfortable.

Safe.

“You like being held this much?” you teased softly.

“By you? Yeah.”

That answer came way too fast.

You laughed quietly while rubbing your hand up and down his back.

“Clingy.”

“You make me clingy,” he mumbled into your shoulder.

Honestly, hearing someone as composed as Park Sunghoon say things like that to you never stopped affecting you.

Eventually, the two of you ended up back in your apartment curled together on the couch while a movie played quietly in the background.

Sunghoon was curled against you.

One of your arms rested around his waist while his legs were half thrown over yours.

“You know what I realized?” he asked suddenly.

“What?”

“You act softer on your birthday.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Softer?”

“Mhm.” He glanced up at you. “You keep looking at me like you wanna kiss me every five seconds.”

“That’s because I do.”

Sunghoon visibly tried not to smile at that.

Failed immediately.

“You’re annoying,” he muttered.

You tilted his chin upward gently with two fingers.

“And you like me anyway.”

Instead of answering, Sunghoon leaned forward first and kissed you quietly.

Slow and affectionate.

The kind of kiss where he stayed close afterward, forehead resting against yours.

When you brushed your thumb across his cheek, his eyes softened instantly.

“I wanted to be the person you spent the first minute of your birthday with.”

Your chest tightened a little.

You pulled him into another kiss immediately, and Sunghoon smiled against your lips this time, hands gripping your hoodie gently like he never wanted to let go.

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ARGHHHH MY HEARTTTTTT SOFT SUPREME SUNGHOONNNN

TY

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When It’s Your Birthday - K.S. (Part 3) _____________________________________________The second it turned midnight, your bedroom door flew open dramatically.

“MY BOYFRIEND IS OFFICIALLY OLDER!”

You barely had time to react before Sunoo launched himself onto your bed and directly onto you.

“Sunoo—” you wheezed out, laughing as he crushed you into the mattress.

“Happy birthday!” he shouted, grinning brightly before peppering your face with rapid kisses. “Happy birthday happy birthday happy birthday—”

“Okay, okay, I get it!”

“No, because this is important.” He held your face seriously despite still smiling. “You were born today. Which means the universe did something right for once.”

You stared at him for a second.

“That was smooth.”

“I know,” he said proudly before immediately ruining it by gasping dramatically. “Wait—hold on, I was supposed to bring your birthday cupcake first!”

He scrambled off the bed at lightning speed while you laughed helplessly.

A few seconds later, he returned carefully holding a tiny cupcake with a crooked candle shoved into it.

“I made it myself,” he announced proudly.

“…Should I be scared?”

“Rude.”

You sat up while Sunoo climbed onto the bed beside you, eyes sparkling excitedly as he lit the candle.

“Okay, make a wish!”

“You’re very intense about birthdays.”

“Because birthdays are important!” he argued. “Especially yours.”

You looked at him for a moment before smiling softly and blowing the candle out.

Sunoo clapped immediately.

“YAY!”

“You’re literally more excited than I am.”

“Obviously. I love your birthday because it means I get to spoil you all day.”

And he absolutely meant it.

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The morning was basically controlled by Sunoo.

You woke up to him already sitting beside you scrolling through food delivery apps.

“What do you want for breakfast?” he asked immediately.

“Ijust woke up.”

“And?”

“And my brain isn’t functioning yet.”

Sunoo gasped dramatically. “Wow. And on your birthday too? Your poor brain.”

You grabbed his wrist and pulled him down beside you, laughing when he let out an offended squeak.

“Come cuddle first.”

His attitude disappeared instantly.

“Oh.” He melted against you immediately, tucking himself into your chest comfortably. “Okay, that’s better.”

You smiled into his hair while he wrapped his arms around your waist.

Sunoo always acted energetic and playful, but when it was just the two of you, he got incredibly clingy.

“You know,” he mumbled, tracing shapes against your shirt, “I’ve been planning today for like two weeks.”

“That long?”

“Mhm.” He looked up at you. “I even made a list.”

“A list?”

“Yes, look!” He showed his phone screen.

You blinked.

There genuinely was a color-coded list titled:

MAKE BOYFRIEND HAPPY OR ELSE.

You laughed so hard you nearly fell back onto the bed.

“Sunoo—”

“No, listen! Number one was midnight kisses, number two was breakfast, number three was making sure you don’t lift a single finger today—”

“You’re ridiculous.”

“And you love me.”

Unfortunately, he was right.

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Later that afternoon, after shopping, lunch, and Sunoo forcing you to take approximately a million pictures together, the two of you finally returned home exhausted.

You were exhausted.

Sunoo somehow still had energy.

“Okay, sit there,” he instructed while pointing at the couch.

“Why?”

“Because I said so.”

You narrowed your eyes suspiciously but sat anyway.

Sunoo disappeared into the kitchen before returning carrying a small gift bag behind his back.

His expression suddenly looked nervous.

That immediately softened you.

“Sunoo?”

“It’s not a big deal,” he mumbled. “I just… saw it a while ago and thought about you.”

You took the bag carefully, noticing how he watched your reaction almost anxiously.

Inside was a silver chain bracelet and a folded handwritten letter.

Your chest tightened instantly.

“You wrote me a letter too?”

“Don’t say it like that!” he whined, already embarrassed.

“But you did.”

“Because you’re important,” he said quietly.

That shut you up fast.

Sunoo looked away shyly before muttering, “Open the letter later though. Not in front of me. I’ll actually die.”

You smiled softly and reached for him immediately, pulling him into your lap.

He let out a surprised noise before instinctively wrapping his arms around your shoulders.

“Thank you,” you murmured.

Sunoo’s expression softened instantly.

“Are you happy today?”

“Yeah.” You brushed your fingers through his hair. “Really happy.”

He visibly relaxed at that answer.

“Good.” His smile turned smaller, softer. “I wanted this birthday to feel special because… you’re special to me.”

You felt your heart melt at his confession.

Sometimes Sunoo said sweet things so sincerely that they hit harder than expected.

You leaned forward and kissed him slowly.

The second your hand touched his waist, he melted completely, kissing you back with a tiny smile against your lips.

When you pulled away, he stayed close enough for your foreheads to touch.

“…Can I say something embarrassing?” he asked quietly.

“You already made a color-coded birthday schedule.”

“True.” He laughed softly before looking at you fondly. “I think every birthday you have from now on should be with me.”

You smiled. “Possessive.”

“Mhm.” He kissed you once more, gentle this time. “Because you’re my favorite person.”

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UGH SO PRECIOUSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

TY

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I started making a new master list , hence why I haven’t been posting a lot , SO SORRY !!

I’ve been more on Wattpad updating a bunch of stories that I had started (or were requested).

PROMISE IMA FINISH THE BIRTHDAY POSTS SOON

TY

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hi dani! are you going to post more of the when it's your birthday stories? i really loved them 👉👈

Oh my lawd , I thought I posted all the parts already 😗😗 , that will be my next task THANK U FOR REMINDING MEEEE

TY

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When It’s Your Birthday - Y.J. (Part 2)

ENJOY , AND THANK YOU FOR YOUR PATIENCE

TY

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When It’s Your Birthday - Y.J. (Part 2) _____________________________________________

The moment the clock hit 12:00, your phone buzzed nonstop against your nightstand.

Friends. Family. Group chats.

But the only notification that mattered was his.

From: Wonie ❤️

happy birthday baby :(

i miss you already

call me right now please

You couldn’t even stop the smile spreading across your face as you pressed call.

Jungwon answered before the first ring fully ended.

“Hi,” he said immediately, voice warm and sleepy. “Birthday boy.”

“You stayed up just for me?”

“Mhm. Obviously.” You could hear sheets rustling on his side. “I wanted to be the first person to say it.”

You laughed quietly, laying back against your pillow while listening to his soft breathing through the phone.

“I wish you were here,” he murmured after a moment.

“Me too.”

“I would’ve kissed you at midnight.” His voice turned softer. “And made you stay awake with me.”

“Oh? That your birthday plan?”

“Yes.” Jungwon paused dramatically.

You ended up staying on the phone with him for almost two hours, talking about absolutely nothing while he grew sleepier and sleepier.

At one point, you heard silence.

“…Jungwon?”

A small hum.

“Thought you fell asleep.”

“No,” he mumbled weakly. “Still listening.”

“You’re adorable.”

“Only for you.”

By the afternoon, you were halfway through answering birthday texts when your doorbell rang.

You opened the door to find Jungwon standing there in an oversized hoodie and black cap, holding several bags in one hand and a tiny cake box in the other.

The second he saw you, his expression softened completely.

Before you could greet him, he stepped inside and wrapped both arms tightly around your waist, burying his face into your neck.

You immediately pulled him closer, smiling as he sighed against you like he’d finally relaxed.

“You act like you haven’t seen me in years.”

“It’s been three days,” he complained. “That’s basically years.”

You laughed, kissing the side of his head. “Missed you too, baby.”

That seemed to satisfy him for all of five seconds before he tilted his head up.

“Can I kiss you now? Or are you gonna make me wait?”

“You’re impatient.”

“It’s your fault.”

The kiss was soft at first.

Slow.

Jungwon’s hands stayed around your waist while yours cupped his jaw, and the second you kissed him deeper, he melted immediately.

A quiet sound escaped him before he pulled you closer.

“Okay,” he mumbled against your lips. “I definitely missed you.”

You grinned. “Just definitely?”

“Mhm.” He kissed you again quickly. “Very definitely.”

Once you finally separated, you noticed the bags again.

“Jungwon,” you said suspiciously. “What did you buy?”

“Nothing crazy.”

It was, unfortunately, crazy.

Your favorite snacks. A hoodie from a brand you’d mentioned once in passing. Cologne you’d been wanting for months. Photobooth pictures of the two of you in a tiny decorated frame.

And then there was the handwritten letter.

You looked up at him. “You wrote me a letter?”

Jungwon suddenly looked shy.

“Don’t read it while I’m watching,” he muttered.

That alone made you smile.

“Why? You embarrassed?”

“Yes.”

“You’re cute.”

“Stop saying that while holding my feelings in your hands.”

You laughed so hard he shoved your shoulder lightly, ears turning pink.

Later that evening, after dinner, cake, and Jungwon insisting on feeding you the first bite himself, the two of you ended up sprawled across the couch together.

Mostly Jungwon sprawled across you.

His head rested on your chest while your fingers played with his hair absentmindedly. The movie playing on the TV had been ignored for almost an hour now.

“You know what I realized?” Jungwon asked quietly.

“What?”

“You get extra affectionate on your birthday.”

“Oh really?”

“Mhm.” He traced lazy circles against your stomach. “You’ve kissed me like thirty times today.”

“And you counted?”

“Yes.”

You shook your head fondly. “You’re unbelievable.”

“I’m observant.”

A comfortable silence settled between you before Jungwon suddenly looked up.

“Are you happy today?”

The sincerity in his eyes caught you off guard a little.

“Yeah,” you answered honestly. “Really happy.”

His expression softened instantly.

“Good,” he whispered.

You brushed your thumb against his cheek. “You made it special.”

Jungwon smiled — small and genuine and so painfully pretty that it nearly distracted you completely.

Then he climbed fully into your lap without warning, arms wrapping around your neck.

“You know,” he murmured, forehead resting against yours, “I think I’m the lucky one.”

“How?”

“Because I get to love you.”

That sentence hit harder than anything else all day.

You kissed him slowly, and Jungwon sighed into it immediately, fingers tightening slightly against the back of your shirt.

When you finally pulled away, he stayed close enough for his nose to brush yours.

“Happy birthday,” he whispered again.

And somehow, hearing it from him that softly felt even better than the first time.

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UGHHHH WONIE IS SO FREAKING MUNCHABLE

HES BEEN GOING LIVE SO OFTEN AGAIN AND IM READY TO EAT HIM UPPPPPPPP

TY

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hi dani! are you going to post more of the when it's your birthday stories? i really loved them 👉👈

Oh my lawd , I thought I posted all the parts already 😗😗 , that will be my next task THANK U FOR REMINDING MEEEE

TY

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When He’s a Manipulator - Yoon Jeonghan

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You know something’s wrong the second you hear him say:

“I didn’t do anything.”

You turn slowly.

“Jeonghan.”

He looks up from the couch, completely relaxed, phone in hand, expression innocent to a suspicious degree.

“What?” he asks.

“You ate my food.”

“I did not.”

You blink.

You saw him do it.

“Jeonghan,” you repeat, walking closer, “I literally watched you take it.”

He tilts his head slightly, like he’s confused.

“…Are you sure?”

You stop.

“…Yes.”

He sets his phone down slowly, giving you his full attention now — which somehow makes it worse.

“Because I don’t remember doing that,” he says calmly.

You stare at him.

“…You don’t remember?”

He shakes his head lightly. “No.”

Silence.

You replay the memory in your head.

You did see him, right?

He watches you think — and that’s when you notice it.

The tiny shift in his expression.

The way his lips twitch.

“…You’re doing something,” you narrow your eyes.

“Doing what?” he asks sweetly.

“You’re trying to confuse me.”

“I’m just asking questions,” he replies, completely unfazed.

You cross your arms. “You took it. You opened it. You ate it.”

He leans back into the couch, studying you now like you’re the one being unreasonable.

“…So you’re accusing me?”

You scoff. “Accusing—what are you talking about?”

“I’m just saying,” he continues, voice calm, almost soft, “it’s kind of harsh to blame me without proof.”

You open your mouth—

Pause.

“…I had proof.”

“Had?” he echoes, raising a brow slightly.

You roll your eyes, but Jeonghan catches the small falter.

He sits up slowly, leaning forward just enough to close the distance.

“See?” he murmurs. “Now you’re not even sure.”

You click your tongue.

“…You’re insane.”

He smiles.

Not big. Not loud.

Just that quiet, knowing smile.

“You’re the one second-guessing yourself.”

You stare at him for a long second.

Then point at him.

“You’re good at this.”

“At what?” he asks innocently.

“This,” you gesture wildly. “Twisting things.”

He hums, like he’s considering it.

“I prefer ‘convincing.’”

You scoff again, but there’s no heat in it now — just disbelief.

“You just made me question something I literally watched happen.”

He shrugs lightly.

“Maybe you trust me more than your memory.”

You roll your eyes again at that, siting on the couch, pulling him into you.

“…That’s dangerous.”

He looks up at you, completely unbothered.

“Only if I use it badly.”

You narrow your eyes.

“…And do you?”

He smiles again — softer this time.

“Not on you.”

There’s a beat of silence.

Then—

“Wait,” you blink. “So you did eat it?”

He grabs his phone again like nothing happened, settling into you.

“Maybe.”

You groan, dragging a hand down your face.

“You’re impossible.”

“And yet,” he says lightly, glancing at you with that same mischievous look, “you still listen to me.”

You pause.

…He’s not wrong.

And that’s exactly the problem.

Whatever. It’s Yoon Jeonghan.

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Back with more mischievous jeonghan cause I MISS HIM SO MUCH AND LOVE HIM WITH ALL MY HEART AND HAVENT BEEN WRITING ABOUT HIMMMMM 😩😩😩😩😩

TY

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hii! i love your stories, they’re always so cute. have you ever thought about doing a “when it’s your (reader’s) birthday” one? i think that’d be such a cute setup for gifts and dates with them

Heyy, thank you so much for the support! I’ll be sure to write it out , it’s definitely such a cute idea. It may take a little while though , but you’ll get it, trust!

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When It’s Your Birthday - N.R. (Part 1)

Just want to let you know I didn’t forget about you!!! Here’s the first part and thank you for your patience anon!!!