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Jake x member!reader
The practice room was chaotic.
Music blared from the speakers as staff moved in and out, choreographers shouted corrections, and the others collapsed dramatically on the floor during the short break.
You sat near the mirrors, adjusting the straps on your stage outfit while laughing at something Sunoo was saying.
Across the room, Jake was staring.
Hard.
“You’re glaring again,” Sunghoon muttered beside him.
Jake didn’t take his eyes off you. “I’m not glaring.”
“You absolutely are.”
“I’m observing.”
Sunghoon snorted. “You’ve been ‘observing’ her for six months.”
Jake ignored him.
Mostly because Sunghoon was right.
Everyone knew Jake liked you.
Everyone.
The members.
The staff.
Probably the security guards.
Everyone except you.
This deeply irritated Jake.
Because he wasn’t subtle.
At all.
He always sat beside you during interviews.
He always saved you a seat in the van.
He always shared his food with you, even when he claimed he was starving just five minutes before.
He followed you around like a golden retriever that just wanted attention.
And still—
Nothing.
“Y/N,” Sunoo suddenly called from across the room, “come help me with this part.”
You stood up immediately. “Okay.”
Jake watched you walk over and take Sunoo’s hands to help him fix the choreography formation.
Then Sunoo smiled at you.
You laughed.
Jake’s eye twitched.
“Oh no,” Jungwon muttered from the floor after seeing Jake’s expression.
“He’s reaching his limit,” Sunghoon agreed.
Jake stood up abruptly.
“I need water.”
“You don’t even have a bottle—”
But Jake was already heading across the room.
Straight toward you.
You looked up when he stopped beside you.
“Oh, hey Jakey—”
“Come here.”
You blinked. “What?”
“Come here for a second.”
Without waiting for a response, he gently grabbed your wrist and started pulling you toward the hallway outside the practice room.
Behind you, the members lost their minds silently.
Sunoo dramatically clutched Jungwon.
Heeseung covered his mouth.
Ni-ki looked ready to follow just for fun.
The hallway door shut behind you.
You looked at Jake in confusion. “Why are you acting weird?”
“Weird?”
“Yes.”
He stared at you for a long moment, clearly shocked by your response.
Then he let out a disbelieving laugh.
“You seriously don’t get it.”
“Get what?”
Jake ran a hand through his hair in frustration.
“This,” he said, pointing between the two of you. “Me.”
You blinked slowly.
“…You?”
“Yes, me.”
“You’re going to have to be more specific.”
His jaw dropped slightly.
Then he laughed again, this time sounding genuinely annoyed.
“You cannot be this oblivious on purpose.”
“I genuinely don’t know what’s happening right now.”
Jake stared at you as if you were the most frustrating person in the world.
“Y/N, I like you.”
You burst out laughing immediately.
Wrong move.
Jake’s expression turned flat instantly.
“Oh my god,” you wheezed. “You sounded so serious.”
“I am serious.”
“Jake.”
“I’m serious.”
“You flirt with everyone.”
“I absolutely do not.”
“You called Jungwon pretty yesterday.”
“He was wearing eyeliner!”
“That’s not helping your case!”
Jake groaned loudly and leaned against the wall.
“This is unbelievable.”
You were still trying not to laugh. “Okay, fine. Good joke.”
“Why would I joke about this?”
“Because you’re you?”
His expression changed.
The frustration became real.
“You think I’ve been following you around for months as a joke?”
Your smile faltered slightly.
Jake stepped closer.
“You think I sit beside you every chance I get because I’m bored?”
“…Jake.”
“You think I get jealous every time someone flirts with you just for fun?”
Your breath caught.
Because suddenly—
All those little moments replayed in your mind differently.
Jake getting moody when male idols talked to you for too long backstage.
Jake wrapping an arm around your shoulders whenever interview hosts teased you with someone else.
Jake always finding excuses to touch you, sit near you, talk to you.
Oh.
Oh.
“You’re serious,” you whispered.
“Yes,” he said flatly. “Finally.”
You stared at him, speechless.
Jake exhaled sharply and pointed at you accusingly.
“Do you know how painful this has been for me?”
You blinked.
“I have been actively pursuing you.”
“…Actively?”
“Yes, actively!”
“You bought me chicken nuggets.”
“Because you said you liked them!”
“You helped me carry bags.”
“I like you!”
“You call everyone sweetheart!”
“I literally only call you sweetheart!”
You opened your mouth.
Then paused.
“…Oh.”
Jake looked seconds away from losing his mind.
“Oh?” he repeated in disbelief. “That’s all you have to say?”
Your face burned.
“I thought you were just naturally affectionate!”
“I am naturally affectionate,” he said, “but not to the point where I stare at someone like a loser every five minutes.”
Your stomach flipped.
Jake noticed right away.
And somehow that only made him more frustrated.
“You’re unbelievable,” he muttered, stepping closer again.
Now there was barely any space between you.
Your heart raced.
“Jake…”
“I’ve been trying to confess to you for weeks.”
“I didn’t know!”
“That’s the problem!”
You stared at each other for one long second.
Then suddenly, Jake gently grabbed your face with both hands and kissed you.
He completely cut off your next sentence.
Your brain short-circuited instantly.
Jake kissed just like he acted—warm, eager, and slightly overwhelming.
The kiss lasted only a few seconds before he pulled back.
But he stayed close enough that your noses still brushed.
His breathing was uneven.
“So,” he said breathlessly, still clearly annoyed, “do you think I’m joking now?”
Your face was completely red.
“…Maybe a little.”
Jake dramatically groaned and dropped his forehead onto your shoulder.
“You’re actually impossible.”
You laughed shakily, your hands grabbing his hoodie.
That simple action made him lift his head immediately.
His expression softened.
“There you are,” he murmured quietly.
Your chest tightened.
“You really like me?”
Jake looked at you like the answer should’ve been obvious.
“So much it’s embarrassing.”
You smiled helplessly.
And from the other side of the practice room door—
“ARE THEY KISSING?!” Ni-ki shouted.
Jake closed his eyes.
“I’m gonna kill them.”
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Enhypen x manager!reader
Ni-Ki misses home
The dorm was quiet when you got back.
Not completely silent; you could hear the faint hum of the refrigerator and the sound of rain tapping against the windows.
It was calm enough that you assumed everyone had finally gone to sleep.
That was rare lately.
The comeback schedules had been tough.
You set your bag on the kitchen counter with a tired sigh, rubbing your eyes as you glanced at the clock.
1:47 a.m.
Way too late.
You were halfway through making tea when you noticed the living room light was still on.
Your brows furrowed slightly.
Walking closer, you found Ni-ki curled up on the couch in oversized sweatpants and a hoodie, staring blankly at his phone.
The TV wasn’t even on.
That alone told you something was off.
“Riki?”
His head lifted quickly.
“Oh.” He sat up slightly. “You’re back.”
“You’re still awake?”
He shrugged.
You studied him quietly for a moment.
Usually, even when he was exhausted, Ni-ki had too much energy to sit this still. But tonight, his eyes looked tired in a different way.
Sadder.
You walked over slowly. “What happened?”
“Nothing.”
A lie.
An obvious one.
You sat beside him anyway without pushing.
For a moment, neither of you spoke.
Then your gaze dropped to the phone loosely held in his hand.
A paused video call screen.
His family.
Your expression softened instantly.
“You talked to home?”
His jaw tightened slightly before he nodded once.
And suddenly everything made sense.
Homesickness always hit him hardest after long schedules.
Especially when he was overtired.
Especially when he heard his mom’s voice.
You’d learned that during the years you spent managing Enhypen.
Ni-ki acted tough most of the time. He was loud, chaotic, and endlessly teased the older members like he had no worries in the world.
But once in a while, he looked painfully young.
Like now.
“How are they?” you asked gently.
“They’re good.”
His voice sounded tight.
You glanced over carefully and noticed how he kept blinking rapidly, trying not to show his emotions.
Your heart ached a little.
“They miss you a lot, huh?”
That did it.
His face crumpled almost immediately before he looked away fast, embarrassed.
“I’m fine,” he muttered.
“Mhm.”
“I am.”
“You don’t have to pretend with me.”
Silence.
Then quietly—
“I miss my mom.”
The confession came out so small it nearly broke your heart.
Without hesitation, you opened your arms slightly.
Ni-ki stared at you for half a second before moving closer, burying his face in your shoulder.
Your arms wrapped around him automatically.
And just like that, all the tension left him at once.
You held him quietly while his breathing turned shaky against you.
No dramatic crying.
No breakdown.
Just silent homesickness that had clearly been building for weeks.
Your hand moved slowly through his hair.
“It’s been hard lately?” you asked softly.
A tiny nod.
“We barely get time to call anymore,” he admitted quietly. “And every time my mom asks if I’m eating properly or sleeping enough…”
He laughed weakly.
“I don’t know. I just miss home.”
You rubbed his back gently.
“You miss being taken care of.”
Another nod.
That one hurt.
Because despite the fame, the stages, and the screaming crowds, Ni-ki was still young enough to miss his family in the middle of the night.
Still young enough to need comfort.
You brushed his hair away from his forehead carefully.
“You know your mom trusts us to take care of you here, right?”
He looked up slightly.
“She does?”
“Of course she does.” You smiled softly. “And if we weren’t taking care of you properly, she’d probably fly here and yell at all of us.”
A tiny laugh escaped him.
“She already threatens the members.”
“As she should.”
That earned another quiet laugh.
Better.
Over the years, the members had started joking that you acted like everyone’s mom.
Always carrying medicine.
Always reminding them to eat.
Scolding them for sleeping at weird hours.
Checking if they wore jackets when it got cold.
But with Ni-ki, it became something softer over time.
Not replacing his mother.
Never that.
Just being someone safe when home felt too far away.
You continued stroking his hair while he leaned heavily against you, clearly exhausted now.
After a while, he mumbled quietly, “Can I stay like this a little longer?”
You smiled faintly. “You already are.”
He huffed softly against your shoulder.
“There’s my clingy child.”
“I’m not clingy.”
“You’re practically glued to me right now.”
“I’m emotionally distressed.”
“That sounds very dramatic.”
“It’s true.”
You laughed quietly, and for the first time that night, his shoulders relaxed properly.
Then suddenly—
“Found him.”
You looked up to see Jungwon standing in the hallway, sleep-mussed hair sticking everywhere.
Behind him, Sunoo peeked around the corner immediately.
“Oh,” Sunoo said softly after taking in the scene.
Ni-ki groaned quietly. “Go away.”
“Aww,” Sunoo cooed, walking over anyway. “Baby misses home?”
“I’m literally never speaking again.”
Jungwon ignored the whining and walked into the kitchen silently.
A minute later, he returned with water bottles and tissues, setting them beside the couch without a word.
Your chest softened at the sight.
The members always understood each other better than people realized.
No teasing beyond light jokes.
No embarrassing him for being emotional.
Just quietly showing up.
Sunoo dropped onto the couch beside you both dramatically.
“You wanna watch a movie?”
“No.”
“Do you want to complain about practice?”
“…Maybe.”
“Perfect. I also have complaints.”
Ni-ki finally laughed properly at that.
The sound filled the room softly.
You glanced down at him carefully as he relaxed against your side again, calmer now, his eyes half-closed from exhaustion.
And all you could think was how young he still was underneath everything.
A teenager far away from home trying not to miss his family too loudly.
Your fingers brushed gently through his hair again.
“You’re doing well, Riki,” you murmured softly.
He didn’t answer immediately.
But after a long pause, his grip on your sleeve tightened slightly.
And very quietly—
“Thanks… noona.”
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Heeseung x manager!reader
The dorm was quiet for a change.
No cameras.
No staff rushing around.
No members shouting over a game in the living room.
Just soft rain tapping against the windows and the dim yellow light above the kitchen counter where you sat with a schedule book open in front of you.
You were exhausted.
The preparations for the comeback had everyone running on barely three hours of sleep, and as the group’s manager, it felt like every problem ended up on your plate.
“Tomorrow’s rehearsal got moved,” you muttered to yourself while jotting down notes.
A sleepy voice responded from behind you.
“You’re still awake?”
You looked up to see Heeseung standing in the hallway in loose gray sweatpants and a black hoodie, his dark hair messy from sleep.
Your chest tightened a little.
He always looked unfairly pretty at night.
“You should be asleep,” you told him softly.
“So should you.”
He walked over slowly, dragging his feet until he reached the counter beside you. Without asking, he leaned against your shoulder, warm and heavy.
You sighed. “Heeseung.”
“Mhm?”
“You’re crushing my arm.”
“But you’re comfortable.”
You tried not to smile.
That was the problem with him.
He made it hard not to smile.
Over the last two years of working with Enhypen, you learned all their habits.
Jungwon got quiet when stressed.
Jay cleaned when angry.
Sunoo needed reassurance after harsh evaluations.
Ni-ki became clingy when tired.
And Heeseung…
Heeseung became affectionate.
Dangerously affectionate.
At first, you thought it was harmless. He was naturally touchy— an arm around your shoulders, leaning against you during van rides, resting his chin on your head while you checked schedules.
But eventually, you noticed something different.
He only acted like that with you.
And only when other members were around.
“Y/N!”
Sunoo came running into the practice room during break, throwing himself onto your back.
“I’m starving,” he whined. “You said snacks were coming an hour ago.”
“They are coming,” you laughed. “The delivery driver got lost.”
Sunoo groaned into your shoulder.
Across the room, Heeseung stopped dancing.
His expression flattened immediately.
Jake noticed first.
“Oh no,” Jake muttered under his breath.
“What?”
“He’s jealous again.”
Sure enough, Heeseung walked straight over without saying a word.
He didn’t even acknowledge Sunoo.
He simply slid between the two of you, wrapping an arm around your waist possessively.
“You said you’d watch the recording with me,” he said flatly.
Sunoo blinked.
“You could’ve just asked?”
“I did.”
“No, you didn’t.”
“I was about to.”
You stared at Heeseung suspiciously. “Why are you glaring at him?”
“I’m not.”
“You literally are.”
“I’m just tired.”
Sunghoon snorted from the floor. “Sure.”
Heeseung shot him a death stare.
The members exchanged knowing looks.
Because everyone knew.
Everyone except you.
It got worse during promotions.
Long schedules meant less sleep, which made Heeseung clingier.
And lately, he’d been following you everywhere.
“You already checked the van twice,” you told him one morning.
“Mhm.”
“So why are you still standing here?”
He blinked lazily at you before lowering his head onto your chest.
Your entire body froze.
“Heeseung.”
“Hm?”
“What are you doing?”
“Comfort.”
“You can’t just use me as a pillow.”
“Yes, I can.”
His voice was muffled against you.
Behind him, Jungwon nearly choked on his coffee.
Jay turned around to hide his grin.
Meanwhile, Heeseung looked perfectly content, eyes closed as if he belonged there.
Your heart raced.
“You’re acting weird lately,” you mumbled quietly.
At that, his expression shifted.
Just slightly.
You caught a flash of hurt before he covered it with a pout.
“You don’t like it?”
“That’s not what I said.”
“Then why do you sound disappointed every time I touch you?”
Your throat tightened.
If you admitted the truth, everything would change.
Because you liked it too much.
Because every small act of affection from him stayed in your mind for days.
Because somewhere along the line, you stopped seeing him as just another idol you managed.
And that was dangerous.
You gently pushed his shoulder. “Go rehearse.”
His jaw tightened.
“Fine.”
But he walked away upset.
For the rest of the day, he barely spoke to you.
It should’ve made things easier.
Instead, it made your chest ache.
You noticed every little thing.
How he stopped sitting beside you.
How he answered your questions with short responses.
How he laughed with everyone else but grew quiet around you.
You hated it.
Which was ridiculous.
You were supposed to keep boundaries.
So why did his distance hurt so much?
That night after filming, the members went inside the dorm while you stayed behind to organize the next day's itinerary in the van.
The door suddenly opened again.
Heeseung climbed back in.
Neither of you spoke for a moment.
Rain poured outside.
You kept your eyes on the papers in your lap.
“You’re avoiding me,” he said quietly.
You swallowed.
“No, I’m not.”
“Yes, you are.”
His voice wasn’t teasing this time.
It sounded tired.
Frustrated.
“You pull away every time I get close to you.”
“Heeseung—”
“I know I’m being obvious.”
Your breath caught.
He finally looked at you then.
Really looked at you.
His eyes were soft. Exhausted. Honest.
“I know the members notice,” he continued quietly. “I know you notice too.”
The air felt suffocating.
“Heeseung…”
“But you never say anything.” His laugh was hollow. “You just keep pretending.”
You stared at him speechlessly.
Because he was right.
You had been pretending.
Pretending you didn’t notice the way his eyes followed you.
Pretending you didn’t feel nervous whenever he touched you.
Pretending your stomach didn’t flip every time he rested against you like you were the safest place in the world.
“You shouldn’t like me,” you whispered.
His face fell instantly.
“That’s your reason?”
“You’re an idol.”
“And you’re my manager.”
“Exactly.”
“So?”
“So this ends badly for both of us.”
He moved closer slowly.
“Do you know how frustrating you are?”
You blinked.
“I spend months trying to show you how much I care,” he murmured, “and every time you look at me like you care too, you run away.”
Your chest hurt.
“You deserve someone easier.”
“I don’t want easy.”
His voice cracked slightly, and somehow that hurt more than anything.
“I want you.”
Silence.
Rain against the windows.
Your pulse roared in your ears.
Then quietly—
“…Since when?”
He laughed softly, almost embarrassed.
“A long time.”
“How long?”
“Probably since you yelled at me for skipping meals on tour.”
You groaned. “That was two years ago.”
“Mhm.”
“You’re insane.”
“You still made me lunch afterward.”
“…You looked sad.”
“That’s when I realized I was done for.”
You stared at him helplessly.
For the first time in months, you stopped trying to deny what was happening between you.
Heeseung stepped closer carefully, like he was afraid you’d disappear.
When you didn’t move away, his shoulders relaxed.
Then gently—
so gently—
he rested his forehead against your chest again.
Not teasing this time.
Not dramatic.
Just tired.
Needing you close.
Your fingers hesitated before sliding into his hair.
The breath he let out sounded shaky.
“You're really unfair,” you whispered.
“Why?”
“Because I was trying very hard not to fall for you.”
A tiny smile appeared against your shoulder.
“Too late now.”
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APPA, I LIKE HER!! PT2
.✦ ݁˖ in which sunghoon realises his daughter isn’t the only one who likes the girl next door
❤︎ single-dad!sunghoon x neighbourfem!reader - fluff - crack - maybe slightly cringe (im sorry) - sc:11
notes!! guys what the helly i was definitely not expecting part 1 to do as well as it did but thank you for all the love 🥹🥹 as promised here is part 2!! read pt1 here!!
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This is genuinely one of my fave things I love this trend
Sunghoon x reader
The picture was supposed to be subtle.
At least, that’s what you told yourself while sitting next to ENHYPEN backstage during a break between rehearsals.
Sunghoon was scrolling through his phone beside you. He wore a sleeveless hoodie, and his muscles looked too defined after hours of dance practice.
His arm rested against your thigh while he talked to Jake across the room.
You had just gotten your nails done that morning. They were glossy nude with tiny silver gems near the tips, and you loved them.
Naturally, you thought of one reasonable thing to do.
“Hold still,” you said softly.
Sunghoon glanced over lazily. “Why?”
Instead of answering, you wrapped your hand around his bicep and squeezed lightly.
His muscle flexed under your fingers.
You quickly snapped the picture.
The lighting was perfect. Your nails looked great, his arm looked toned, and the angle made it feel more intimate than you had intended.
Sunghoon peered at your screen.
“…You’re posting that?”
“Mhm.”
“People are going to be insane.”
You grinned. “That sounds like a them problem.”
He tried to hide his smile by looking away, but the faint blush creeping up his neck gave him away.
Three minutes later, the photo was on your Instagram story.
No caption.
Just the picture.
Then chaos erupted.
Fans noticed everything.
The veins in his arm.
The way his bicep flexed under your hand.
His relaxed body language around you.
The tiny reflection in the mirror showing him looking at you instead of his phone.
Reactions started pouring in within seconds.
“OH MY GOD????”
“THE WAY HE FLEXED”
“HE KNOWS EXACTLY WHAT HE’S DOING”
“Y/N’S NAILS LOOK SO PRETTY”
“WHY IS THIS MORE INTIMATE THAN AN ACTUAL KISS”
“SUNGHOON LOOKS SO PROUD IM CRYING”
Meanwhile, Sunghoon sat beside you, silently watching the comments pile up.
Then he made the mistake of opening Weverse.
“Don’t,” you warned immediately.
Too late.
His eyes widened slightly as he scrolled.
“That bicep curl paid off."
You laughed.
He kept reading.
“‘The hand placement changed my life.’ What does that even mean?”
“It means they’re dramatic.”
“‘He flexed for her automatically because he’s down horrendous.’”
He choked on air while you burst into laughter.
“I hate all of you,” he muttered to the fans, though a smile tugged at his mouth.
Then someone zoomed in on the picture.
That’s when things got worse.
Fans noticed his other hand—barely visible at the bottom corner—gripping your knee.
The internet exploded.
“HE WAS TOUCHING HER TOO????”
“OH THEY’RE SICK”
“THIS IS A HARD LAUNCH”
“THEY ACT LIKE A MARRIED COUPLE”
“HE LOOKS SO WHIPPED”
You nearly fell off the couch laughing as Sunghoon groaned and dropped his face into your shoulder.
“I told you this would happen.”
“But you still flexed,” you pointed out.
“…Instinct.”
That one word somehow made the fans even crazier once clips from the live reactions started spreading online later that night.
By morning, the photo had already become one of the fandom’s favorite “Sunghoon is hopelessly in love” moments.
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Define happy ending?
Like it's not a bad ending but like its also not super happy? I don't know 😭
I wrote the ni-ki ending and like 1/4 of the story already
It's longer than 365 days which was 23k and I'm already over 23k with the very rough draft
Do y'all want a sneak peek
30k words... Starting hard editing...
Spent basically all my last few days just writing (didn't have work and I was inspired)
📁 2026.works. ╰ 📂 JAY: SMAU! toxic bf!texts (part2)
﹕𝜗𝜚﹕ NOTES : LMFAOOO help he’s sooo controlling he’s actually pissing me offff… ANYWAYY js a reminder that it’s connected to the heejake series and it’s at the exact moment where they’re going in vacation tgt so don’t be surprised if in the future parts u see jake and hee are still ‘friends’ cuz it’s happening before the drama loool just wanted to clarify
PART 1 — INDEX
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Heyyyy I hopee ur doing good!!! Your works are really good and I love them soo much!!! I just read the enhypen 8th member req fic that you posted and it was soo cool I was thinking maybe you can do smtg like that again but with a different plot... Like sunghoon and the reader are in a relationship or are fiances maybe and they'd been with each other from a long time like 2-3 years and the members really adore and love her cuz she's the youngest among them and the setting was the same like the the sasaengs were really furious towards her in the airport and the reader fainted because of all the rush and overwhelming crowd as she was still very new to all of this and sunghoon and the members got very scared and angry because of all this... Like the way u wrote it was really really good that it legit made me imagining things like this lol but this is just a suggestion it's totally upto youu if you can maybe do that hehehee
Lotsss and lotss of loveee<3333
Sunghoon x member!reader
The airport was pure chaos the moment they landed.
This wasn’t the usual noisy crowd ENHYPEN had grown accustomed to over the years. This was aggressive and suffocating. Phones were shoved in faces, people screamed over one another, and bodies pressed so tightly against the barricades that security struggled to keep them back.
And right in the middle of it all was you.
Your fingers were tightly wrapped around Sunghoon’s sleeve as you tried to keep up with him and the bodyguards moving through the terminal.
“Stay close,” Sunghoon said quietly, glancing back every few seconds to ensure you were still beside him.
You nodded, but your breathing became uneven.
You were still new to this side of idol life.
Dating Sunghoon privately for nearly three years had felt easy compared to this. Hidden dates, late-night calls, stolen moments in dorm kitchens while the members playfully teased you two—it was safe there.
But recently, rumors had exploded online.
And sasaengs had become relentless.
The moment someone spotted you walking next to him at the airport, the atmosphere shifted.
“There she is!”
“That’s her!”
“Move!”
People surged forward so violently that the barricade screeched against the floor.
Your eyes widened.
Security quickly closed around the members, but the crowd only pushed harder.
Someone slammed into your shoulder.
Another person shoved a phone directly into your face.
“Are you really dating him?!”
“How long have you been lying?!”
Your ears rang.
The terminal suddenly felt too hot and too loud.
Sunghoon tightened his grip on your hand.
“Back up,” he snapped at the crowd, a tone so rare that even the members looked startled.
Usually calm, Sunghoon almost never raised his voice.
But when someone shoved against you hard enough to make you stumble, something inside him broke.
“HEY!”
The members immediately turned.
Jungwon moved beside you, trying to shield your smaller frame while security worked to make space.
“She can’t breathe,” Jungwon said urgently.
You tried to respond, but the pressure around you was worsening.
Voices blurred together.
Cameras flashed.
Hands grabbed you.
You felt your knees give way.
“Y/N?”
Sunghoon’s voice now sounded distant.
Your vision swam.
Then suddenly—
Everything went dark.
“Y/N?!”
Sunghoon caught you before you hit the ground.
The airport erupted.
The members froze in panic as your body went completely limp in his arms.
“She fainted—”
“Move!”
“GET BACK!”
The anger on Sunghoon’s face was frightening.
He held you protectively against his chest while security finally forced the crowd back. His hands shook as he tried to brush your hair away from your face.
“Baby, wake up,” he whispered frantically.
No response.
His face drained of color.
Ni-ki looked horrified while Sunoo yelled at staff to act quickly.
“She needs space!”
“She’s not breathing properly!”
Heeseung pulled off his jacket, trying to shield you from the cameras still moving closer.
That’s what finally made the members furious.
Not irritated.
Furious.
Because even while you were unconscious, people still filmed.
Sunghoon looked up with an expression none of them had ever seen.
Cold.
Absolutely furious.
“Put the cameras down,” he said sharply.
Nobody listened.
One person even tried to step closer.
Jungwon immediately blocked them.
“Are you insane?!” he snapped.
The crowd finally quieted when they realized you genuinely weren’t waking up.
Sunghoon kept one arm around you while pressing his trembling fingers against your cheek.
“C’mon… please…”
For the first time in years, the members saw him truly scared.
Not idol-scared.
Not stressed.
Terrified.
Because you were always the light among them.
You were family.
Seeing you unconscious because people couldn’t respect boundaries made all of them sick.
When your eyelashes finally fluttered, Sunghoon nearly broke down.
“There you are,” he breathed shakily.
You looked disoriented right away.
Too many lights.
Too many people.
When you realized what happened, tears filled your eyes from being so overwhelmed.
“I’m sorry…”
“Don’t apologize,” Sunghoon said instantly.
His voice cracked.
That alone shocked everyone.
“You did nothing wrong.”
He pulled you closer, glaring at anyone who dared to lift a camera again.
After that day, the members refused to let you walk through airports alone again.
Sunoo held your hand constantly.
Jungwon checked on you every few minutes.
Ni-ki stayed behind you to block the crowd.
And Sunghoon?
He became fiercely protective.
Because the image of you collapsing in his arms was something none of them could forget.
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Define happy ending?
Like it's not a bad ending but like its also not super happy? I don't know 😭
I wrote the ni-ki ending and like 1/4 of the story already
It's longer than 365 days which was 23k and I'm already over 23k with the very rough draft
Do y'all want a sneak peek
𝖤𝖭𝖧𝖸𝖯𝖤𝖭 ────ㅤ𝗕𝗢𝗨𝗚𝗛𝗧 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗕𝗜𝗗
• 𝗣𝗢𝗦𝓣 𝖺𝗎𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝗒𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗋𝗀𝗎𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍
ㅤ﹙SMAU﹚ 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 ｡ chaotic boyfriend ! enha x fem readerㅤ✶ㅤfluff humour petty arguments terminally online behaviour cursing ㅤ❛ 𝐀𝐔𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍
ㅤ୨୧ㅤㅤ inspired by those stupidly funny “selling my bf” tweets because i KNOW enha would crash out immediately 😭 happy reading & pls do not auction your man online !
Define happy ending?
Like it's not a bad ending but like its also not super happy? I don't know 😭
I wrote the ni-ki ending and like 1/4 of the story already
no context just here wanna give sum flowers <33
I love you flowers for you too
When someone mentions me as one of their favorite authors 🥹🫶
IM DEAD REALISED I WASNT FOLLOWING HELLO IM CRYINGG 😭😭 love your writing sosois much UGSHSHEE don’t forget to drink lots of water and get lots of sleep!! 🫶🫶
I LOVE YOU LOLOL I'm glad you like my writing! Be prepared for all the angst for the ni-ki fic.... It's gonna be long and angsty (possibly even longer than 365 days)
You drink up and get rest too!!!
I'm so pulling out all the angst for this ni-ki fic
