popping in to say that while i’m so sad by mark’s departure, i’m also so incredibly moved by mark’s words in his letter.
there’s a particular courage in walking away from the thing that built and shaped you and in being able to leave something so grand and safe to find something bigger than your current self. most people never do that. i am incredibly moved that he has chosen that journey: to leave the thing that made him, so he can become the person he know’s he was always meant to be.
his departure isn’t him just leaving, but it is him also modeling a kind of self-trust people hardly ever have. people often think courage is that cinematic moment where someone stands up and declares their new path to everyone, but, truthfully, it is often a quiet, fearful, and private decision where you turn it over in your head a million times and have a million conversations over the same topic over and over again with loved ones before you decide you’ll eventually have to loosen the grip on what’s defined you to find what’s waiting for you.
letting go of something big isn’t just courageous either, it’s painful, lonely, and disorienting, and i can only imagine what it feels like when the life you’re letting go of is what’s been the majority of your life AND career.
i don’t mean to sound parasocial. i am, in full honesty, just recognizing the weight of someone making a life changing decision in full view of the world and admiring the courage it takes to do that. as someone who understands the courage it takes to walk away from personal experiences, this has given me the opportunity to watch someone name a truth i’ve been developing for a while now. shout out to mark lee, i truly believe when you choose yourself, you’ll find where you’re meant to be.
Lee Heeseung ⠀ ੭୧ ⠀ fem!reader 1077 breaking my heart • includes! happy moments, slight angst, i hate you but i love you, a smile that steals your heart, forgetting about a loved one, use of 'y/n', heeseung's name's mentioned once⠀ ， the infamous smile i was told about more than a hundred times . . . a tale of how we came to be and how it went down just as fast
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Your love is over, I'll keep the fire lit in mine. That’s what i always thought honestly, that even when you would leave me i would still stay. I don’t know why actually. You’ve always been my lifeline, my peace in the storm, my favorite person, the person who would make my days worth living. Not anymore anyways.
“y/n” Luke called out, “y/n, you there?” I must have gotten lost in my own thoughts. “Yes yes, I’m here.” Clearly, I'm not. Luke was the only other person in my life who knew despite all the lies I told, I didn’t mean anything I said. I always got lost at the thought of you, asking myself if you still cared, if you were still willing to love me the way i loved you.
• • •
We first met on a cold day, shivering as it continued to rain. I didn’t know why but you suddenly gave me your jacket, gently patting over my head and just smiling at me wide. I felt nothing, I was unimpressed with everything and anything that had happened during those last few seconds. You just had to leave me there wondering about who you are and what you were up to, all that while I still had your jacket seated comfortably at the top of my head. Luke, as usual, was the first person to know despite it being barely eventful.
Every now and then, we would pass by each other, though I never really recognized you… at least not properly though I had been told to stay cautious of you. Coming up to me with the infamous smile I was told about more than a hundred times from more people than needed made me want to slap it right off your face but that would be for another time. You gave me your hand, of course all I could do in my glorious, confused state was look at your hand then back at your stupid face - which by chance did not help anything. Your eyes averted elsewhere, from what I could tell, behind me to the chair which held your jacket… be glad I even thought of carrying it with me that day. I should have figured, anyways, what else would you want from me. “Hi, uhhh your name’s y/n, right?” you said as you stared still at your jacket, "I believe that belongs to me.” Nothing of what he said sounded like the statement it was supposed to be but rather a command hidden between every letter that comes out of that mouth of yours saying 'you may give my jacket back to me now you peasant’ okay maybe the last parts are exaggerated. I did not like it either way. “Yeah, that’s my name but how do you know that?” I asked as I gave you back your jacket, “Don’t worry, I have my sources.” You winked at me as you walked away. Heck the shivers that went down my spine were unpleasant, that was creepy.
After that unusual interaction, we began crossing paths more often than not. You always gave me a sort of intoxicating smile that made my stomach feel uneasy during those few seconds we would pass by each other. I still didn’t know your name back then, only the fact that you were popular. It wasn’t until an unexpected study group that I finally grasped your name - Heeseung - it suited your cockiness but in a nice way.
Ever since then we became closer. You would tease me about everyone and everything, you would check on me, encourage me, see me for me and all that I wish not to express. I miss you alot, but it becomes less and less everyday. Every interaction and memory flashed down the drain bit by bit.
Smiling at me as usual, you were explaining to me how something dash something blah blah blah… I kinda got lost in the middle of everything. Something about the way the sneaky sun cast a soft glow over your honey skin through the curtains of the barely open library windows, your beautiful eyes that held the secrets of the universe shining right at me as you explained whatever, made me forget everything that was within the same radius as us. I am cooked… that was the first no nonsense thought that had appeared in my head that day. I told myself I would sleep to clear my mind the second I reach home since holidays start the next day. That was the last time we talked, the last time you gave me the happiness of looking into your eyes, the last time you smiled at me.
Not long after, maybe about a week into the short holiday, I woke up to more than a dozen missed calls and messages from Luke, which I wouldn't say is normal for him… how did I sleep through all that, I don't know either. My phone began to ring again, his voice was panicked, sad, stressed and so much more as he tried to explain to me the condition you were in at the hospital. Well he did let out much and just sighed and gave me the name of the hospital and its location. I couldn’t help the fact that I was in fact in a rush, my heart so close to exploding and the air in my lungs hot. It hurt all too well.
Somehow the second I stepped into the hospital, Luke dragged me to the room where you were unconscious but steady breathing. You looked peaceful, like someone had finally put you out of your misery. Luke explained everything to me, more clearly now than over the phone. The doctors told him you were suffering from severe head damage caused by the accident you had experienced not more than 24 hours ago. That there was a possibility - very high - that you wouldn’t remember anything when you wake up.
• • •
A few days ago, I went to visit you. It has been more than three months since your accident and you slowly started regaining your memories… every memory except ours, though i still come in every now and then to check on you. It hurt me to realise I never once got a chance to tell you how I feel. I sat in front of the person I once loved; I still love. He’s faded though, my faded love.
엔하이픈 ⠀ ੭୧ ⠀ fem!reader 706 fluff includes! slow realizations, lingering touches, comfort disguised as casual, bestfriend-but-maybe-more energy, sweet tension you can taste.. maybe⠀，I like the way your hand fits perfectly in mine . . .
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Heeseung
It’s late, the streets are mostly empty, and you’re both walking back from the store with more snacks than either of you needed. You’re talking about some dumb video you saw, and he’s laughing, soda can swinging in his free hand. Your fingers keep brushing every few steps until, without looking at you, he just takes your hand. No hesitation, no big deal.
You glance at him, but he’s still looking straight ahead, like it’s the most normal thing in the world. His thumb starts tracing little circles on your skin, and you realize neither of you have said anything for a while. It’s not awkward. It’s… comfortable. Safe. By the time you get to your street, his can’s gone warm, but his hand hasn’t moved once.
Jay
The crosswalk’s packed, people bumping into you left and right. You almost lose sight of him, but then Jay’s hand grabs yours, firm, pulling you through the crowd without a word. Once you’re on the other side, the rush of people disappears, but he doesn’t let go.
You glance down at your hands, still linked, and laugh quietly. “You know we made it, right?” you tease.
“Yeah,” he says, giving your hand a small squeeze. He doesn’t explain. Doesn’t need to. You keep walking like that until you’re home, and the whole time, you’re trying not to notice how well your hands fit together.
Jake
Movie night’s comfortable chaos—blanket tossed over both of you, snacks everywhere, the TV too loud. Your hand’s resting palm-up next to you, and without even thinking, Jake slides his into it. You don’t say anything, just curl your fingers around his like it’s second nature.
He grins at the screen, but every now and then his eyes flick to your joined hands. When you shift closer, letting them rest on his leg, he swears his heart stumbles. The movie plays on, but he’s not watching—he’s memorizing the weight, the warmth, the way your thumb occasionally brushes against his.
Sunghoon
You’re clumsy on skates, and he’s already caught you from face-planting three times. The fourth time, he just grabs your hand and keeps it. “You’re gonna take me down with you,” he teases, but his grip is steady, pulling you along at a slower pace.
After a while, you forget about falling. You’re focused on the way his palm fits against yours, the way he occasionally tugs you a little closer when you wobble. You don’t even realize the rink’s closing until he says, “Guess we have to let go now.” You almost pout.
Sunoo
The park’s quiet, the air crisp enough that you can see your breath when you talk. Sunoo’s listening to you ramble about your day, but he notices your hands stuffed deep in your coat pockets. “Cold?” he asks. You shrug. He doesn’t wait for you to answer—just holds his hand out.
When you take it, the warmth is instant. His fingers curl around yours gently, like he’s afraid to squeeze too hard. You keep talking, but you notice neither of you have mentioned the fact that you’re still holding hands long after you stop being cold.
Jungwon
You’re standing at the bus stop, wind whipping strands of hair into your face. Jungwon glances at you, then without saying anything, reaches over, takes one of your hands from your pocket, and threads his fingers through yours. “Warmer this way,” he says, like it’s just a practical thing.
But when the bus pulls up and you both step on, you end up in the back seat, still holding hands. Your knees touch, his thumb brushing against your skin absentmindedly. You’re pretty sure your stop comes too soon.
Ni-ki
The arcade’s loud, lights flashing everywhere, the two of you laughing over some claw machine win. You’re walking to the next game when his hand finds yours. It’s casual—almost like it happened by accident—but when you notice, he doesn’t pull away.
You glance at him, expecting a joke, but he’s focused on the next game, thumb tapping against your hand in time with the background music. It’s so simple, so normal, but you can’t stop smiling. He notices out of the corner of his eye and grins too, without even knowing why.
Enhypen as your boyfriend — the little pieces of joy they bring into your life
ENHYPEN × fem. reader · ±400 wc · honey-drenched warmth, tender quiets, the way love lingers in silence; shared cardigans, sleepy smiles, love in the in-between — fleeting touches, forever moments
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JUNGWON — 安らぎ (yasuragi | peace)
He makes you feel like you're safe no matter what’s happening around you. The kind of boyfriend who’ll walk you home in silence, just to be close. His presence is grounding, warm, and steady—like a soft sigh at the end of a long day.
HEESEUNG — 初恋 (hatsukoi | first love)
With him, everything feels like a daydream. He holds your hand like he’s holding the universe. His laugh makes your heart flutter, and even the way he says your name feels like a love song no one else gets to hear.
JAY — 片想い (kataomoi | unspoken love)
He’s quiet with his affection, but it’s in the way he holds doors, cooks your favorite food, and remembers little things you said once. Love lingers in his eyes before it ever touches his lips. His love is intentional, careful, and deep.
JAKE — 恋人 (koibito | lover)
He’s the type to fall hard and love louder. He sends “thinking of you” texts at random hours, finds excuses to see you every day, and wraps you up in the warmest hugs like he’s afraid to ever let go.
SUNGHOON — 静寂 (seijaku | stillness)
With him, love feels quiet, soft, and reflective. He shows his affection in glances and small gestures—adjusting your scarf, placing his hand on your back, brushing your hair from your eyes. He speaks best with actions, not words.
SUNOO — 光 (hikari | light)
He glows when he sees you. His smile is radiant, contagious, and he makes it his job to make you laugh at least five times a day. Loving him feels like being bathed in sunlight—warm, joyful, and full of energy.
NI-KI — 約束 (yakusoku | promise)
He doesn’t always say it, but he means it. When he says he’s yours, he means forever. You’ll catch it in how he saves you the last piece, lets you lean on his shoulder, or lingers just a second longer in a hug.
Enhypen as your boyfriend — the little pieces of joy they bring into your life
ENHYPEN × fem. reader · ±400 wc · honey-drenched warmth, tender quiets, the way love lingers in silence; shared cardigans, sleepy smiles, love in the in-between — fleeting touches, forever moments
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JUNGWON — 安らぎ (yasuragi | peace)
He makes you feel like you're safe no matter what’s happening around you. The kind of boyfriend who’ll walk you home in silence, just to be close. His presence is grounding, warm, and steady—like a soft sigh at the end of a long day.
HEESEUNG — 初恋 (hatsukoi | first love)
With him, everything feels like a daydream. He holds your hand like he’s holding the universe. His laugh makes your heart flutter, and even the way he says your name feels like a love song no one else gets to hear.
JAY — 片想い (kataomoi | unspoken love)
He’s quiet with his affection, but it’s in the way he holds doors, cooks your favorite food, and remembers little things you said once. Love lingers in his eyes before it ever touches his lips. His love is intentional, careful, and deep.
JAKE — 恋人 (koibito | lover)
He’s the type to fall hard and love louder. He sends “thinking of you” texts at random hours, finds excuses to see you every day, and wraps you up in the warmest hugs like he’s afraid to ever let go.
SUNGHOON — 静寂 (seijaku | stillness)
With him, love feels quiet, soft, and reflective. He shows his affection in glances and small gestures—adjusting your scarf, placing his hand on your back, brushing your hair from your eyes. He speaks best with actions, not words.
SUNOO — 光 (hikari | light)
He glows when he sees you. His smile is radiant, contagious, and he makes it his job to make you laugh at least five times a day. Loving him feels like being bathed in sunlight—warm, joyful, and full of energy.
NI-KI — 約束 (yakusoku | promise)
He doesn’t always say it, but he means it. When he says he’s yours, he means forever. You’ll catch it in how he saves you the last piece, lets you lean on his shoulder, or lingers just a second longer in a hug.
Enhypen as your boyfriend — the little pieces of joy they bring into your life
ENHYPEN × fem. reader · ±400 wc · honey-drenched warmth, tender quiets, the way love lingers in silence; shared cardigans, sleepy smiles, love in the in-between — fleeting touches, forever moments
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JUNGWON — 安らぎ (yasuragi | peace)
He makes you feel like you're safe no matter what’s happening around you. The kind of boyfriend who’ll walk you home in silence, just to be close. His presence is grounding, warm, and steady—like a soft sigh at the end of a long day.
HEESEUNG — 初恋 (hatsukoi | first love)
With him, everything feels like a daydream. He holds your hand like he’s holding the universe. His laugh makes your heart flutter, and even the way he says your name feels like a love song no one else gets to hear.
JAY — 片想い (kataomoi | unspoken love)
He’s quiet with his affection, but it’s in the way he holds doors, cooks your favorite food, and remembers little things you said once. Love lingers in his eyes before it ever touches his lips. His love is intentional, careful, and deep.
JAKE — 恋人 (koibito | lover)
He’s the type to fall hard and love louder. He sends “thinking of you” texts at random hours, finds excuses to see you every day, and wraps you up in the warmest hugs like he’s afraid to ever let go.
SUNGHOON — 静寂 (seijaku | stillness)
With him, love feels quiet, soft, and reflective. He shows his affection in glances and small gestures—adjusting your scarf, placing his hand on your back, brushing your hair from your eyes. He speaks best with actions, not words.
SUNOO — 光 (hikari | light)
He glows when he sees you. His smile is radiant, contagious, and he makes it his job to make you laugh at least five times a day. Loving him feels like being bathed in sunlight—warm, joyful, and full of energy.
NI-KI — 約束 (yakusoku | promise)
He doesn’t always say it, but he means it. When he says he’s yours, he means forever. You’ll catch it in how he saves you the last piece, lets you lean on his shoulder, or lingers just a second longer in a hug.
Enhypen as your boyfriend — the little pieces of joy they bring into your life
ENHYPEN × fem. reader · ±400 wc · honey-drenched warmth, tender quiets, the way love lingers in silence; shared cardigans, sleepy smiles, love in the in-between — fleeting touches, forever moments
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JUNGWON — 安らぎ (yasuragi | peace)
He makes you feel like you're safe no matter what’s happening around you. The kind of boyfriend who’ll walk you home in silence, just to be close. His presence is grounding, warm, and steady—like a soft sigh at the end of a long day.
HEESEUNG — 初恋 (hatsukoi | first love)
With him, everything feels like a daydream. He holds your hand like he’s holding the universe. His laugh makes your heart flutter, and even the way he says your name feels like a love song no one else gets to hear.
JAY — 片想い (kataomoi | unspoken love)
He’s quiet with his affection, but it’s in the way he holds doors, cooks your favorite food, and remembers little things you said once. Love lingers in his eyes before it ever touches his lips. His love is intentional, careful, and deep.
JAKE — 恋人 (koibito | lover)
He’s the type to fall hard and love louder. He sends “thinking of you” texts at random hours, finds excuses to see you every day, and wraps you up in the warmest hugs like he’s afraid to ever let go.
SUNGHOON — 静寂 (seijaku | stillness)
With him, love feels quiet, soft, and reflective. He shows his affection in glances and small gestures—adjusting your scarf, placing his hand on your back, brushing your hair from your eyes. He speaks best with actions, not words.
SUNOO — 光 (hikari | light)
He glows when he sees you. His smile is radiant, contagious, and he makes it his job to make you laugh at least five times a day. Loving him feels like being bathed in sunlight—warm, joyful, and full of energy.
NI-KI — 約束 (yakusoku | promise)
He doesn’t always say it, but he means it. When he says he’s yours, he means forever. You’ll catch it in how he saves you the last piece, lets you lean on his shoulder, or lingers just a second longer in a hug.
Enhypen as your boyfriend — the little pieces of joy they bring into your life
ENHYPEN × fem. reader · ±400 wc · honey-drenched warmth, tender quiets, the way love lingers in silence; shared cardigans, sleepy smiles, love in the in-between — fleeting touches, forever moments
✿ ミナ ・ Enjoy!! ・ . reblogs ⠀❣ feedbacks ありがとう。
JUNGWON — 安らぎ (yasuragi | peace)
He makes you feel like you're safe no matter what’s happening around you. The kind of boyfriend who’ll walk you home in silence, just to be close. His presence is grounding, warm, and steady—like a soft sigh at the end of a long day.
HEESEUNG — 初恋 (hatsukoi | first love)
With him, everything feels like a daydream. He holds your hand like he’s holding the universe. His laugh makes your heart flutter, and even the way he says your name feels like a love song no one else gets to hear.
JAY — 片想い (kataomoi | unspoken love)
He’s quiet with his affection, but it’s in the way he holds doors, cooks your favorite food, and remembers little things you said once. Love lingers in his eyes before it ever touches his lips. His love is intentional, careful, and deep.
JAKE — 恋人 (koibito | lover)
He’s the type to fall hard and love louder. He sends “thinking of you” texts at random hours, finds excuses to see you every day, and wraps you up in the warmest hugs like he’s afraid to ever let go.
SUNGHOON — 静寂 (seijaku | stillness)
With him, love feels quiet, soft, and reflective. He shows his affection in glances and small gestures—adjusting your scarf, placing his hand on your back, brushing your hair from your eyes. He speaks best with actions, not words.
SUNOO — 光 (hikari | light)
He glows when he sees you. His smile is radiant, contagious, and he makes it his job to make you laugh at least five times a day. Loving him feels like being bathed in sunlight—warm, joyful, and full of energy.
NI-KI — 約束 (yakusoku | promise)
He doesn’t always say it, but he means it. When he says he’s yours, he means forever. You’ll catch it in how he saves you the last piece, lets you lean on his shoulder, or lingers just a second longer in a hug.
Enhypen as your boyfriend — the little pieces of joy they bring into your life
ENHYPEN × fem. reader · ±400 wc · honey-drenched warmth, tender quiets, the way love lingers in silence; shared cardigans, sleepy smiles, love in the in-between — fleeting touches, forever moments
✿ ミナ ・ Enjoy!! ・ . reblogs ⠀❣ feedbacks ありがとう。
JUNGWON — 安らぎ (yasuragi | peace)
He makes you feel like you're safe no matter what’s happening around you. The kind of boyfriend who’ll walk you home in silence, just to be close. His presence is grounding, warm, and steady—like a soft sigh at the end of a long day.
HEESEUNG — 初恋 (hatsukoi | first love)
With him, everything feels like a daydream. He holds your hand like he’s holding the universe. His laugh makes your heart flutter, and even the way he says your name feels like a love song no one else gets to hear.
JAY — 片想い (kataomoi | unspoken love)
He’s quiet with his affection, but it’s in the way he holds doors, cooks your favorite food, and remembers little things you said once. Love lingers in his eyes before it ever touches his lips. His love is intentional, careful, and deep.
JAKE — 恋人 (koibito | lover)
He’s the type to fall hard and love louder. He sends “thinking of you” texts at random hours, finds excuses to see you every day, and wraps you up in the warmest hugs like he’s afraid to ever let go.
SUNGHOON — 静寂 (seijaku | stillness)
With him, love feels quiet, soft, and reflective. He shows his affection in glances and small gestures—adjusting your scarf, placing his hand on your back, brushing your hair from your eyes. He speaks best with actions, not words.
SUNOO — 光 (hikari | light)
He glows when he sees you. His smile is radiant, contagious, and he makes it his job to make you laugh at least five times a day. Loving him feels like being bathed in sunlight—warm, joyful, and full of energy.
NI-KI — 約束 (yakusoku | promise)
He doesn’t always say it, but he means it. When he says he’s yours, he means forever. You’ll catch it in how he saves you the last piece, lets you lean on his shoulder, or lingers just a second longer in a hug.
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You hadn’t realized how much time had passed until the silence between you and Ni-ki had become so thick you could almost cut it. The two of you used to be inseparable. Best friends since childhood, always finishing each other’s sentences, laughing over stupid jokes only you two understood. But now? Now, you couldn’t even find the right words to say when you were near him.
It all started when he pulled away—little by little, his presence fading from your life like a shadow slipping away from the light. You tried to hold on, tried to bridge the gap that grew wider every day, but it was like chasing a mirage. Every time you reached for him, he seemed farther away.
Your attempts to talk about it, to understand what happened, were always met with awkward stumbles, empty excuses, and distant looks. His once warm gaze now barely brushed over you, like you were nothing more than a fleeting memory. The connection you thought would last forever was slipping through your fingers.
It hurt more than you expected, losing him like this. You missed the way he used to make you laugh until your stomach hurt, how he would stay up late with you talking about everything and nothing. Now, it felt like you were strangers, stuck in the same room but never really seeing each other.
You stood there, a hollow silence between you, feeling the weight of what had been lost. There was no point in forcing something that was no longer there. It was over. You were strangers now, and you didn’t even know when it had happened.
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You hadn’t realized how much time had passed until the silence between you and Ni-ki had become so thick you could almost cut it. The two of you used to be inseparable. Best friends since childhood, always finishing each other’s sentences, laughing over stupid jokes only you two understood. But now? Now, you couldn’t even find the right words to say when you were near him.
It all started when he pulled away—little by little, his presence fading from your life like a shadow slipping away from the light. You tried to hold on, tried to bridge the gap that grew wider every day, but it was like chasing a mirage. Every time you reached for him, he seemed farther away.
Your attempts to talk about it, to understand what happened, were always met with awkward stumbles, empty excuses, and distant looks. His once warm gaze now barely brushed over you, like you were nothing more than a fleeting memory. The connection you thought would last forever was slipping through your fingers.
It hurt more than you expected, losing him like this. You missed the way he used to make you laugh until your stomach hurt, how he would stay up late with you talking about everything and nothing. Now, it felt like you were strangers, stuck in the same room but never really seeing each other.
You stood there, a hollow silence between you, feeling the weight of what had been lost. There was no point in forcing something that was no longer there. It was over. You were strangers now, and you didn’t even know when it had happened.
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You hadn’t realized how much time had passed until the silence between you and Ni-ki had become so thick you could almost cut it. The two of you used to be inseparable. Best friends since childhood, always finishing each other’s sentences, laughing over stupid jokes only you two understood. But now? Now, you couldn’t even find the right words to say when you were near him.
It all started when he pulled away—little by little, his presence fading from your life like a shadow slipping away from the light. You tried to hold on, tried to bridge the gap that grew wider every day, but it was like chasing a mirage. Every time you reached for him, he seemed farther away.
Your attempts to talk about it, to understand what happened, were always met with awkward stumbles, empty excuses, and distant looks. His once warm gaze now barely brushed over you, like you were nothing more than a fleeting memory. The connection you thought would last forever was slipping through your fingers.
It hurt more than you expected, losing him like this. You missed the way he used to make you laugh until your stomach hurt, how he would stay up late with you talking about everything and nothing. Now, it felt like you were strangers, stuck in the same room but never really seeing each other.
You stood there, a hollow silence between you, feeling the weight of what had been lost. There was no point in forcing something that was no longer there. It was over. You were strangers now, and you didn’t even know when it had happened.
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You hadn’t realized how much time had passed until the silence between you and Ni-ki had become so thick you could almost cut it. The two of you used to be inseparable. Best friends since childhood, always finishing each other’s sentences, laughing over stupid jokes only you two understood. But now? Now, you couldn’t even find the right words to say when you were near him.
It all started when he pulled away—little by little, his presence fading from your life like a shadow slipping away from the light. You tried to hold on, tried to bridge the gap that grew wider every day, but it was like chasing a mirage. Every time you reached for him, he seemed farther away.
Your attempts to talk about it, to understand what happened, were always met with awkward stumbles, empty excuses, and distant looks. His once warm gaze now barely brushed over you, like you were nothing more than a fleeting memory. The connection you thought would last forever was slipping through your fingers.
It hurt more than you expected, losing him like this. You missed the way he used to make you laugh until your stomach hurt, how he would stay up late with you talking about everything and nothing. Now, it felt like you were strangers, stuck in the same room but never really seeing each other.
You stood there, a hollow silence between you, feeling the weight of what had been lost. There was no point in forcing something that was no longer there. It was over. You were strangers now, and you didn’t even know when it had happened.
. ❚ 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎, 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢 ❜ ♡. readerㅤ⟢ㅤ169ㅤ⟢ angst, heeseung one-sided love!au ❜ㅤ─── the kind of love that lingers, even when it shouldn't.
He has known you since you were infants, barely able to form words, let alone understand the depth of emotions that would come with growing up. You were, are, his best friend—the one constant in his life, the only person who sees him for who he truly is, beyond the perfect boy image, beyond the expectations. The only one who knows his fears, his dreams, his late-night thoughts that he can't share with anyone else.
The phone rings late into the night, and you pick up instantly, already knowing who it is.
"Hi, Seungie, what's wrong?"
you ask softly, your voice laced with concern.
There's a pause, a beat of silence where he almost says something—almost—but he swallows it down like he always does.
"Nothing,"
he lies, forcing a chuckle.
"Just missed you."
And it’s the truth. He misses you, always. In ways he shouldn’t, in ways he can never admit. But as long as you’re here, even if only as a friend, that’s enough.
. ❚ 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎, 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢 ❜ ♡. readerㅤ⟢ㅤ169ㅤ⟢ angst, heeseung one-sided love!au ❜ㅤ─── the kind of love that lingers, even when it shouldn't.
He has known you since you were infants, barely able to form words, let alone understand the depth of emotions that would come with growing up. You were, are, his best friend—the one constant in his life, the only person who sees him for who he truly is, beyond the perfect boy image, beyond the expectations. The only one who knows his fears, his dreams, his late-night thoughts that he can't share with anyone else.
The phone rings late into the night, and you pick up instantly, already knowing who it is.
"Hi, Seungie, what's wrong?"
you ask softly, your voice laced with concern.
There's a pause, a beat of silence where he almost says something—almost—but he swallows it down like he always does.
"Nothing,"
he lies, forcing a chuckle.
"Just missed you."
And it’s the truth. He misses you, always. In ways he shouldn’t, in ways he can never admit. But as long as you’re here, even if only as a friend, that’s enough.
. ❚ 소중 ❜ ♡. readerㅤ⟢ㅤ229ㅤㅤ( ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ )ㅤㅤfluff, leehan bf!au ❜ㅤㅤ─── through quiet gestures and constant warmth.
Leehan would be the kind of boyfriend who makes everything feel a little softer, a little warmer—like the world slows down when you’re with him. He’s quiet but attentive, always noticing the smallest things. If you mention craving a certain snack offhandedly, he’s showing up the next day with it tucked in his bag, acting like it’s no big deal.
He’s not loud about his affection—it’s in the little gestures. The way his hand finds yours under the table, his thumb brushing slow circles against your skin. Or how he pulls you closer when you’re walking together, especially if the street is busy—like his first instinct is always to keep you safe.
Leehan is patient. If you’re having a rough day, he won’t overwhelm you with words—you’ll just find yourself wrapped in his arms, his steady heartbeat grounding you. He’s a good listener too, the type who remembers things you told him weeks ago and brings them up in conversation like it’s the easiest thing in the world.
And when he smiles—soft and a little shy—it feels like everything else fades away. He’s the kind of boyfriend who makes you feel cherished without ever having to say the words out loud. But when he does say them, when he looks at you like you hung the stars in the sky, it’s enough to make your heart race every time.
"You love me," Taesan murmurs into your neck, his voice low and dangerous. His fingers dig into your waist, holding you like you'll disappear beneath his hands if he lets go. You hate the way your heart accelerates, the way your body leans into his without your permission.
"I don't," you lie, knowing he can tell. He always can.
His smile is pointed, almost cruel. "Cute," he says. His thumb grazes against your lower lip, his eyes dark with something possessive. "But you're still here. Always are."
You should leave – every rational thought screams at you to walk away. You tell yourself you will, just like every time before. But then he's kissing you – hard and desperate — and all those reasons to leave blur against the familiar comfort of his touch, your resolve shattering like glass.
"I ruin you," he whispers into your lips, each word a confession and a threat wrapped together, with pride and pain mixing in his voice. "And you keep coming back."
"You're insane," you snap, but your fingers clench in his shirt, pulling him closer.
His laughter is low and bitter. "Only for you."
It's toxic – he's toxic. You know it with the same certainty that keeps drawing you back. When he presses his forehead to yours and whispers, "Mine," you don't push him away. You choose to stay.
And maybe that's your choice to make – knowing his possessiveness will never change, that this push and pull between you will always hurt, and choosing to stay anyway.
