hi! honestly, i haven’t really logged on here in a while, but i wanted to say that i heard the news about heeseung, and as a longtime heeseung girl, i’m genuinely really sad. i’m not fully up to date with everything happening with enhypen, but i truly wish him all the best on his journey ahead. heeseung was honestly the reason i fell in love with enhypen, so hearing that he’s leaving is really bittersweet for me.
hello flwrstqr nation, my fleuries ♡ another year has gone by, and i can’t believe this marks my second full year on tumblr. through all the highs and lows, i’ve learned so much during my time on enhablr, not just as a writer, but as a person too. even though i won’t be writing for enhypen as often, i’ll always cherish the moments, memories, and mutuals i made in this community.
this year taught me a lot: about friendship, about writing, about creativity, and about letting myself grow and change. it hasn’t been the easiest year (especially when it comes to friendships, which i’ll lightly leave at that there), but i’ve grown so much because of it than i ever expected.
despite everything, the gratitude i feel is immense. the support, kindness and encouragement i’ve received over the years is something i never take lightly. hitting 6k this year still feels unbelievable to me, and i’m endlessly thankful for every single person who chose to follow, read, interact, or watch my blog grow. whether you were here from the beginning or just followed me today.
even if flwrstqr won’t be as active as before, i hope this space can continue to grow. as i step into a new year, my biggest wish is to continue learning how to navigate life as i am now and hope to make new mutuals, new connections, and new memories.
thank you for a wonderful year. happy new year, or happy new year’s eve, from wherever you are in the world ⭐️
mooties i'm close with or got close with this year : jenn ( i miss you ), @jiwuu, @callikari, @bywons, @yeokii, @boyfhee, @isoobie, @soov, @mayutism, @htaesan, @yuons, @weoris
mooties i want to get close with in 2026: everyone !!! please send asks & dms, i would love to get closer with you all ☺️
TO MY FLUERIES, always making me smile and brighten up my days. thank you so much for your endless support and love. this was my first full year on blr, and it’s been nothing short of amazing. i’ve met so many wonderful people through this app and have learned so much from all of you throughout the year.
it’s crazy to think about how much has happened in just one year. when i started this account, i never imagined it would grow into what it is now. hitting 4k followers in less than a year feels surreal, and i’m so grateful for each and every one of you who made it possible.
your encouragement, messages, and interactions mean the world to me. every like, comment, and reblog reminds me why i love being here so much. you’ve all created such a welcoming and positive space that i feel so lucky to be a part of.
2024 has been a year of growth, both for me and for this blog. i’ve learned so much about myself and about what i want to share with you. i hope that in 2025, flwrstqr will continue to thrive and inspire. my biggest wish is to keep creating content that makes you smile, just as much as you’ve made me smile.
i hope that we can continue to grow together. there’s so much to explore, so much to learn, and so many more memories to create. i can’t wait to see what 2025 has in store for us. as we move forward, my goal is to stay true to myself and to continue sharing what i love with all of you. i hope you’ll stick around for the ride because i’m so excited about what’s to come (> <)
mooties i'm close with or got close with this year : @tzyunaes, @junislqve, @cupidhoons, @bywons, @onlyjjong, @hhmnya, @hyeinette, @ourhees
mooties i want to get close with in 2025: @miumura, @pshbites, @okwonyo, @heeaara, @leaderwon, @orimuraa
다니 ⦂ sorry this has been rotting in my drafts since october
LEE HEESEUNG
you’ve never been one for pda. heeseung knows that. he's used to the way you slip your hand from his when others pass by, the way you brush off kisses with a quiet smile. you’re usually cool, distant, never the type to show affection when eyes are on you. but tonight? oh, tonight was different. some girl was laughing a little too close, her manicured hand brushing his arm, and before he could even blink, you were there. “missed you,” you murmur, fingers curling around his jaw, tilting his face toward yours. your lips press against his. his hands find your waist instinctively, grounding himself because holy shit. when you finally pull back, he’s grinning, eyes half-lidded, voice low. “oh, you missed me, huh?” he teases, smug as hell. you roll your eyes, but your arm stays around him this time, tight.
PARK JAY
when you’re upset, it’s never loud. no raised voice, no sharp sighs like any normal person would. just that calm, steady tone that makes jay’s chest tighten instantly. he finds you sitting on the couch, legs tucked up, scrolling on your phone like nothing’s wrong, but he knows better. you’re silent, eyes glued to your phone, lips pressed tight. “princess, talk to me.” he’s already pulling you closer, his hand resting gently on your waist, his thumb rubbing slow circles. when you don’t answer, he kisses the top of your head, his fingers brushing through your hair, "please, baby, don’t be mad.” you finally speak, voice low, “you didn’t text when you said you would.” he blinks, trying not to smile, but his heart aches at how serious you are. he feels a rush of relief that it’s not something bigger, but that doesn’t stop him from being apologetic. his hand moves to cup your cheek. "won’t happen again, promise,” he murmurs.
SIM JAKE
jake’s eyes are locked on you, the rare, soft curve of your lips catching him off guard. you don’t smile much, but when you do, it’s like everything stops for a second. he freezes, his heart stuttering, and for a split second, he forgets how to breathe. he’s trying to play it cool, leaning casually against the wall, but his gaze is fixed on you like he’s trying to memorize the way you look when you smile. “god,” he mutters. he swears it's the prettiest thing he's ever seen, and he can't stop watching you. he leans in closer, voice low and teasing, “you know, princess, you should smile more. it's pretty on you," "don't tease me," you murmur, but he can't help but smile back.
PARK SUNGHOON
you walk half a step ahead of him, hands buried in your coat pockets, expression unreadable, eyes fixed forward. sunghoon knows better. he drifts close anyway. he doesn’t comment on it. his shoulder brushing yours, and casually hooks his pinky around yours like it’s nothing. you don’t look at him. you don’t slow down. you definitely don’t react. he smiles to himself. but you don’t pull away either. later, when he squeezes your hand and calls you his pretty girl, you let him (just this once).
KIM SUNOO
you’re quieter than usual, curled into his side on the couch, fever-warm and tired enough than you gave up pretending you weren't sick. sunoo frowns immediately. “look at me. you’re burning. you didn’t tell me you felt this sick,” he says, fingers already in your hair, brushing it back like it’s muscle memory. you mumble, “didn't want to worry you,” and he clicks his tongue. “that’s not an excuse. you have to drink water. and eat. and rest.” he cups your face anyway, thumbs warm against your cheeks. you huff a weak laugh, and he smiles like he’s won something. “sunoo,” you mumble. “mm?” “can you stay?" he grins. “always.”
YANG JUNGWON
jungwon’s leaning against the counter, arms loose, watching you like he always does. “you’re doing that thing again,” he says, stepping closer. . “what thing,” you reply flatly, not moving, just looking at him. he hums, crowding your space, hands sliding to your waist. “waiting.” you don’t answer. he leans in slowly, teasing, noses brushing, and you tilt your head just a fraction. he smiles and pulls back on purpose. "idiot." you grab his jaw with two fingers and pull him back into a kiss. he laughs against your lips, kissing you slow.
NISHIMURA RIKI
you’re both tangled in blankets, knees bumping, riki poking your side for about the tenth time. “move, you’re stealing all the covers,” he whispers. “cry about it,” you mumble, eyes half closed. he grins in the dark. “say it. say you love me.” you roll your eyes, deadpan, staring at the ceiling. “you talk too much.” “that’s not a no,” he grins. you sigh, barely audible, smooth like it slips out on accident. “i love you.” he hums, distracted, still teasing. then freezes. five seconds pass. “wait.” he props himself up. “what did you say?” you turn away. “nothing.” “no, no, repeat it,” you groan. “shut up and go to sleep, idiot.” he kisses your temple anyway. “whatever you say, love,” he smirks. this asshole.
…hiitsbeenactuallysolongimsosryfornotinteractingwithu i feel like we’re both in similar situations bc I’m slowly losing interest with enhypen as well.. despite how much i hate to admit it.. so i’ve disappeared from enhablr. hope ur doing well tho ><
hiii it’s totally okay. honestly losing interest in something that meant so much to you is genuinely not for the weak... especially when it was such a big part of your life for so long. even switching fandoms can feel weird. like you’re on the same app but in a completely different space. but at the end of the day, it doesn’t take away from the memories you made while part of that fandom, and it’s okay to grow & move on with new interests. i really hope you’re doing well too bae 🫂
i was 😭 i genuinely planned to stop, but then i realized i had old fics just rotting in my drafts from months ago, so i posted one of them on christmas. now that i’m on winter break, i figured i’d come back. but my recent fic was from october, i didn’t write anything new since then lmao.. also i’m losing interest in enhypen, so this account won’t be nearly as active as before. mostly just here to interact with old moots again (++ themes because i love making themes)
𝟖𝟕: boyfriend!oliver bearman x fem ! reader 𝟓𝟔𝟕🐇 ◜ᯅ◝ fluff teasing
💌 first f1 post woohoo! thank u dani for motivating me to write.. TT
bf!ollie who gets distracted mid sentence because of you.
he’s explaining tyre degradation, making it seem like it’s the most important thing to exist─moving his hands animatedly, voice filled with excitement. but then he just stops.
you blink, “what??”
he shrugs, suddenly snapping back into reality, then scratching the back of his neck.
“sorry.. you’re just- yeah, never mind forget that,”
you roll your eyes, but then he lets out a soft awkward laugh, pulling you in closer.
“worth it” he adds
bf!ollie who calls you first after everything.
it doesn’t matter if it’s a good race, bad race, average race. his phone is already in his hand before anyone else can get to him.
“hi,” he blurts out when you answer, voice softer than it was in the paddock, even quieter?
you tell you saw everything, that you’re proud of him. then there’s a pause.
“okay” he breathes out, smiling so wide you can hear it from the other side of the phone. “now i’m good,”
bf!ollie who pretends he’s not clingy, but in reality─he absolutely is.
you’re standing next to him, not even touching in the slightest bit, yet somehow his hand always finds your waist anyway. resting there steadily.
“you don’t have to hold onto me, you know,” you tease
he hums, distracted “yeah, i know”
in the end, he doesn’t remove it. instead he tightens it─by just a bit─as if the idea of letting go never even crossed his mind.
bf!ollie who makes fun of your american pronunciation.
you don’t realize what you’ve said until he snorts
“sorry─say that one more time?”
“..water?”
“right, because there’s absolutely no T in that word for you, is there?”
you roll your eyes. “here we go again!”
he grins, leaning in close. “i’m being serious! it’s like you just decided halfway through the word that you were bored.”
you shove him softly, “well! i don’t make fun of how you say things”
he hums. “that’s because i say things correctly,”
bf!ollie who
debriefs races with you like it’s sacred.
you both are sitting on the floor, backs against the couch, while his head is thrown back─replaying laps in his head over and over again,
“right there” he says suddenly, pointing at nothing.. “that’s where i messed up,”
after a moment of silence, he adds on quietly: “you don’t have to understand this-“
you cut him off with a soft smile, “but i understand you,”
he goes quiet after that.
bf!ollie who remembers the smallest things about you.
things like your coffee order before you can even say it. the way you like your pillow flipped to the cool side. which days are harder and which days you need extra patience. and when you finally call him out on it, he only shrugs.
“it’s easy,” he says, like it’s supposed to be obvious. “it’s you”
bf!ollie who talks about the future more than he realizes.
you’re lying on the carpet together, scrolling on your phone mindlessly, his arm heavily wrapped around your waist.
that’s when he says very casually: “when we’ve got a place that actually looks like it belongs to us, i want a carpet like this, very comfy”
you turn your head to look at him, putting your phone down. “and when is that?”
he shrugs, smiling as if it’s obvious, like it’s already been decided long ago.
다니 ⦂ sorry this has been rotting in my drafts since october
LEE HEESEUNG
you’ve never been one for pda. heeseung knows that. he's used to the way you slip your hand from his when others pass by, the way you brush off kisses with a quiet smile. you’re usually cool, distant, never the type to show affection when eyes are on you. but tonight? oh, tonight was different. some girl was laughing a little too close, her manicured hand brushing his arm, and before he could even blink, you were there. “missed you,” you murmur, fingers curling around his jaw, tilting his face toward yours. your lips press against his. his hands find your waist instinctively, grounding himself because holy shit. when you finally pull back, he’s grinning, eyes half-lidded, voice low. “oh, you missed me, huh?” he teases, smug as hell. you roll your eyes, but your arm stays around him this time, tight.
PARK JAY
when you’re upset, it’s never loud. no raised voice, no sharp sighs like any normal person would. just that calm, steady tone that makes jay’s chest tighten instantly. he finds you sitting on the couch, legs tucked up, scrolling on your phone like nothing’s wrong, but he knows better. you’re silent, eyes glued to your phone, lips pressed tight. “princess, talk to me.” he’s already pulling you closer, his hand resting gently on your waist, his thumb rubbing slow circles. when you don’t answer, he kisses the top of your head, his fingers brushing through your hair, "please, baby, don’t be mad.” you finally speak, voice low, “you didn’t text when you said you would.” he blinks, trying not to smile, but his heart aches at how serious you are. he feels a rush of relief that it’s not something bigger, but that doesn’t stop him from being apologetic. his hand moves to cup your cheek. "won’t happen again, promise,” he murmurs.
SIM JAKE
jake’s eyes are locked on you, the rare, soft curve of your lips catching him off guard. you don’t smile much, but when you do, it’s like everything stops for a second. he freezes, his heart stuttering, and for a split second, he forgets how to breathe. he’s trying to play it cool, leaning casually against the wall, but his gaze is fixed on you like he’s trying to memorize the way you look when you smile. “god,” he mutters. he swears it's the prettiest thing he's ever seen, and he can't stop watching you. he leans in closer, voice low and teasing, “you know, princess, you should smile more. it's pretty on you," "don't tease me," you murmur, but he can't help but smile back.
PARK SUNGHOON
you walk half a step ahead of him, hands buried in your coat pockets, expression unreadable, eyes fixed forward. sunghoon knows better. he drifts close anyway. he doesn’t comment on it. his shoulder brushing yours, and casually hooks his pinky around yours like it’s nothing. you don’t look at him. you don’t slow down. you definitely don’t react. he smiles to himself. but you don’t pull away either. later, when he squeezes your hand and calls you his pretty girl, you let him (just this once).
KIM SUNOO
you’re quieter than usual, curled into his side on the couch, fever-warm and tired enough than you gave up pretending you weren't sick. sunoo frowns immediately. “look at me. you’re burning. you didn’t tell me you felt this sick,” he says, fingers already in your hair, brushing it back like it’s muscle memory. you mumble, “didn't want to worry you,” and he clicks his tongue. “that’s not an excuse. you have to drink water. and eat. and rest.” he cups your face anyway, thumbs warm against your cheeks. you huff a weak laugh, and he smiles like he’s won something. “sunoo,” you mumble. “mm?” “can you stay?" he grins. “always.”
YANG JUNGWON
jungwon’s leaning against the counter, arms loose, watching you like he always does. “you’re doing that thing again,” he says, stepping closer. . “what thing,” you reply flatly, not moving, just looking at him. he hums, crowding your space, hands sliding to your waist. “waiting.” you don’t answer. he leans in slowly, teasing, noses brushing, and you tilt your head just a fraction. he smiles and pulls back on purpose. "idiot." you grab his jaw with two fingers and pull him back into a kiss. he laughs against your lips, kissing you slow.
NISHIMURA RIKI
you’re both tangled in blankets, knees bumping, riki poking your side for about the tenth time. “move, you’re stealing all the covers,” he whispers. “cry about it,” you mumble, eyes half closed. he grins in the dark. “say it. say you love me.” you roll your eyes, deadpan, staring at the ceiling. “you talk too much.” “that’s not a no,” he grins. you sigh, barely audible, smooth like it slips out on accident. “i love you.” he hums, distracted, still teasing. then freezes. five seconds pass. “wait.” he props himself up. “what did you say?” you turn away. “nothing.” “no, no, repeat it,” you groan. “shut up and go to sleep, idiot.” he kisses your temple anyway. “whatever you say, love,” he smirks. this asshole.
다니 ⦂ sorry this has been rotting in my drafts since october
LEE HEESEUNG
you’ve never been one for pda. heeseung knows that. he's used to the way you slip your hand from his when others pass by, the way you brush off kisses with a quiet smile. you’re usually cool, distant, never the type to show affection when eyes are on you. but tonight? oh, tonight was different. some girl was laughing a little too close, her manicured hand brushing his arm, and before he could even blink, you were there. “missed you,” you murmur, fingers curling around his jaw, tilting his face toward yours. your lips press against his. his hands find your waist instinctively, grounding himself because holy shit. when you finally pull back, he’s grinning, eyes half-lidded, voice low. “oh, you missed me, huh?” he teases, smug as hell. you roll your eyes, but your arm stays around him this time, tight.
PARK JAY
when you’re upset, it’s never loud. no raised voice, no sharp sighs like any normal person would. just that calm, steady tone that makes jay’s chest tighten instantly. he finds you sitting on the couch, legs tucked up, scrolling on your phone like nothing’s wrong, but he knows better. you’re silent, eyes glued to your phone, lips pressed tight. “princess, talk to me.” he’s already pulling you closer, his hand resting gently on your waist, his thumb rubbing slow circles. when you don’t answer, he kisses the top of your head, his fingers brushing through your hair, "please, baby, don’t be mad.” you finally speak, voice low, “you didn’t text when you said you would.” he blinks, trying not to smile, but his heart aches at how serious you are. he feels a rush of relief that it’s not something bigger, but that doesn’t stop him from being apologetic. his hand moves to cup your cheek. "won’t happen again, promise,” he murmurs.
SIM JAKE
jake’s eyes are locked on you, the rare, soft curve of your lips catching him off guard. you don’t smile much, but when you do, it’s like everything stops for a second. he freezes, his heart stuttering, and for a split second, he forgets how to breathe. he’s trying to play it cool, leaning casually against the wall, but his gaze is fixed on you like he’s trying to memorize the way you look when you smile. “god,” he mutters. he swears it's the prettiest thing he's ever seen, and he can't stop watching you. he leans in closer, voice low and teasing, “you know, princess, you should smile more. it's pretty on you," "don't tease me," you murmur, but he can't help but smile back.
PARK SUNGHOON
you walk half a step ahead of him, hands buried in your coat pockets, expression unreadable, eyes fixed forward. sunghoon knows better. he drifts close anyway. he doesn’t comment on it. his shoulder brushing yours, and casually hooks his pinky around yours like it’s nothing. you don’t look at him. you don’t slow down. you definitely don’t react. he smiles to himself. but you don’t pull away either. later, when he squeezes your hand and calls you his pretty girl, you let him (just this once).
KIM SUNOO
you’re quieter than usual, curled into his side on the couch, fever-warm and tired enough than you gave up pretending you weren't sick. sunoo frowns immediately. “look at me. you’re burning. you didn’t tell me you felt this sick,” he says, fingers already in your hair, brushing it back like it’s muscle memory. you mumble, “didn't want to worry you,” and he clicks his tongue. “that’s not an excuse. you have to drink water. and eat. and rest.” he cups your face anyway, thumbs warm against your cheeks. you huff a weak laugh, and he smiles like he’s won something. “sunoo,” you mumble. “mm?” “can you stay?" he grins. “always.”
YANG JUNGWON
jungwon’s leaning against the counter, arms loose, watching you like he always does. “you’re doing that thing again,” he says, stepping closer. . “what thing,” you reply flatly, not moving, just looking at him. he hums, crowding your space, hands sliding to your waist. “waiting.” you don’t answer. he leans in slowly, teasing, noses brushing, and you tilt your head just a fraction. he smiles and pulls back on purpose. "idiot." you grab his jaw with two fingers and pull him back into a kiss. he laughs against your lips, kissing you slow.
NISHIMURA RIKI
you’re both tangled in blankets, knees bumping, riki poking your side for about the tenth time. “move, you’re stealing all the covers,” he whispers. “cry about it,” you mumble, eyes half closed. he grins in the dark. “say it. say you love me.” you roll your eyes, deadpan, staring at the ceiling. “you talk too much.” “that’s not a no,” he grins. you sigh, barely audible, smooth like it slips out on accident. “i love you.” he hums, distracted, still teasing. then freezes. five seconds pass. “wait.” he props himself up. “what did you say?” you turn away. “nothing.” “no, no, repeat it,” you groan. “shut up and go to sleep, idiot.” he kisses your temple anyway. “whatever you say, love,” he smirks. this asshole.
다니 ⦂ sorry this has been rotting in my drafts since october
LEE HEESEUNG
you’ve never been one for pda. heeseung knows that. he's used to the way you slip your hand from his when others pass by, the way you brush off kisses with a quiet smile. you’re usually cool, distant, never the type to show affection when eyes are on you. but tonight? oh, tonight was different. some girl was laughing a little too close, her manicured hand brushing his arm, and before he could even blink, you were there. “missed you,” you murmur, fingers curling around his jaw, tilting his face toward yours. your lips press against his. his hands find your waist instinctively, grounding himself because holy shit. when you finally pull back, he’s grinning, eyes half-lidded, voice low. “oh, you missed me, huh?” he teases, smug as hell. you roll your eyes, but your arm stays around him this time, tight.
PARK JAY
when you’re upset, it’s never loud. no raised voice, no sharp sighs like any normal person would. just that calm, steady tone that makes jay’s chest tighten instantly. he finds you sitting on the couch, legs tucked up, scrolling on your phone like nothing’s wrong, but he knows better. you’re silent, eyes glued to your phone, lips pressed tight. “princess, talk to me.” he’s already pulling you closer, his hand resting gently on your waist, his thumb rubbing slow circles. when you don’t answer, he kisses the top of your head, his fingers brushing through your hair, "please, baby, don’t be mad.” you finally speak, voice low, “you didn’t text when you said you would.” he blinks, trying not to smile, but his heart aches at how serious you are. he feels a rush of relief that it’s not something bigger, but that doesn’t stop him from being apologetic. his hand moves to cup your cheek. "won’t happen again, promise,” he murmurs.
SIM JAKE
jake’s eyes are locked on you, the rare, soft curve of your lips catching him off guard. you don’t smile much, but when you do, it’s like everything stops for a second. he freezes, his heart stuttering, and for a split second, he forgets how to breathe. he’s trying to play it cool, leaning casually against the wall, but his gaze is fixed on you like he’s trying to memorize the way you look when you smile. “god,” he mutters. he swears it's the prettiest thing he's ever seen, and he can't stop watching you. he leans in closer, voice low and teasing, “you know, princess, you should smile more. it's pretty on you," "don't tease me," you murmur, but he can't help but smile back.
PARK SUNGHOON
you walk half a step ahead of him, hands buried in your coat pockets, expression unreadable, eyes fixed forward. sunghoon knows better. he drifts close anyway. he doesn’t comment on it. his shoulder brushing yours, and casually hooks his pinky around yours like it’s nothing. you don’t look at him. you don’t slow down. you definitely don’t react. he smiles to himself. but you don’t pull away either. later, when he squeezes your hand and calls you his pretty girl, you let him (just this once).
KIM SUNOO
you’re quieter than usual, curled into his side on the couch, fever-warm and tired enough than you gave up pretending you weren't sick. sunoo frowns immediately. “look at me. you’re burning. you didn’t tell me you felt this sick,” he says, fingers already in your hair, brushing it back like it’s muscle memory. you mumble, “didn't want to worry you,” and he clicks his tongue. “that’s not an excuse. you have to drink water. and eat. and rest.” he cups your face anyway, thumbs warm against your cheeks. you huff a weak laugh, and he smiles like he’s won something. “sunoo,” you mumble. “mm?” “can you stay?" he grins. “always.”
YANG JUNGWON
jungwon’s leaning against the counter, arms loose, watching you like he always does. “you’re doing that thing again,” he says, stepping closer. . “what thing,” you reply flatly, not moving, just looking at him. he hums, crowding your space, hands sliding to your waist. “waiting.” you don’t answer. he leans in slowly, teasing, noses brushing, and you tilt your head just a fraction. he smiles and pulls back on purpose. "idiot." you grab his jaw with two fingers and pull him back into a kiss. he laughs against your lips, kissing you slow.
NISHIMURA RIKI
you’re both tangled in blankets, knees bumping, riki poking your side for about the tenth time. “move, you’re stealing all the covers,” he whispers. “cry about it,” you mumble, eyes half closed. he grins in the dark. “say it. say you love me.” you roll your eyes, deadpan, staring at the ceiling. “you talk too much.” “that’s not a no,” he grins. you sigh, barely audible, smooth like it slips out on accident. “i love you.” he hums, distracted, still teasing. then freezes. five seconds pass. “wait.” he props himself up. “what did you say?” you turn away. “nothing.” “no, no, repeat it,” you groan. “shut up and go to sleep, idiot.” he kisses your temple anyway. “whatever you say, love,” he smirks. this asshole.
다니 ⦂ sorry this has been rotting in my drafts since october
LEE HEESEUNG
you’ve never been one for pda. heeseung knows that. he's used to the way you slip your hand from his when others pass by, the way you brush off kisses with a quiet smile. you’re usually cool, distant, never the type to show affection when eyes are on you. but tonight? oh, tonight was different. some girl was laughing a little too close, her manicured hand brushing his arm, and before he could even blink, you were there. “missed you,” you murmur, fingers curling around his jaw, tilting his face toward yours. your lips press against his. his hands find your waist instinctively, grounding himself because holy shit. when you finally pull back, he’s grinning, eyes half-lidded, voice low. “oh, you missed me, huh?” he teases, smug as hell. you roll your eyes, but your arm stays around him this time, tight.
PARK JAY
when you’re upset, it’s never loud. no raised voice, no sharp sighs like any normal person would. just that calm, steady tone that makes jay’s chest tighten instantly. he finds you sitting on the couch, legs tucked up, scrolling on your phone like nothing’s wrong, but he knows better. you’re silent, eyes glued to your phone, lips pressed tight. “princess, talk to me.” he’s already pulling you closer, his hand resting gently on your waist, his thumb rubbing slow circles. when you don’t answer, he kisses the top of your head, his fingers brushing through your hair, "please, baby, don’t be mad.” you finally speak, voice low, “you didn’t text when you said you would.” he blinks, trying not to smile, but his heart aches at how serious you are. he feels a rush of relief that it’s not something bigger, but that doesn’t stop him from being apologetic. his hand moves to cup your cheek. "won’t happen again, promise,” he murmurs.
SIM JAKE
jake’s eyes are locked on you, the rare, soft curve of your lips catching him off guard. you don’t smile much, but when you do, it’s like everything stops for a second. he freezes, his heart stuttering, and for a split second, he forgets how to breathe. he’s trying to play it cool, leaning casually against the wall, but his gaze is fixed on you like he’s trying to memorize the way you look when you smile. “god,” he mutters. he swears it's the prettiest thing he's ever seen, and he can't stop watching you. he leans in closer, voice low and teasing, “you know, princess, you should smile more. it's pretty on you," "don't tease me," you murmur, but he can't help but smile back.
PARK SUNGHOON
you walk half a step ahead of him, hands buried in your coat pockets, expression unreadable, eyes fixed forward. sunghoon knows better. he drifts close anyway. he doesn’t comment on it. his shoulder brushing yours, and casually hooks his pinky around yours like it’s nothing. you don’t look at him. you don’t slow down. you definitely don’t react. he smiles to himself. but you don’t pull away either. later, when he squeezes your hand and calls you his pretty girl, you let him (just this once).
KIM SUNOO
you’re quieter than usual, curled into his side on the couch, fever-warm and tired enough than you gave up pretending you weren't sick. sunoo frowns immediately. “look at me. you’re burning. you didn’t tell me you felt this sick,” he says, fingers already in your hair, brushing it back like it’s muscle memory. you mumble, “didn't want to worry you,” and he clicks his tongue. “that’s not an excuse. you have to drink water. and eat. and rest.” he cups your face anyway, thumbs warm against your cheeks. you huff a weak laugh, and he smiles like he’s won something. “sunoo,” you mumble. “mm?” “can you stay?" he grins. “always.”
YANG JUNGWON
jungwon’s leaning against the counter, arms loose, watching you like he always does. “you’re doing that thing again,” he says, stepping closer. . “what thing,” you reply flatly, not moving, just looking at him. he hums, crowding your space, hands sliding to your waist. “waiting.” you don’t answer. he leans in slowly, teasing, noses brushing, and you tilt your head just a fraction. he smiles and pulls back on purpose. "idiot." you grab his jaw with two fingers and pull him back into a kiss. he laughs against your lips, kissing you slow.
NISHIMURA RIKI
you’re both tangled in blankets, knees bumping, riki poking your side for about the tenth time. “move, you’re stealing all the covers,” he whispers. “cry about it,” you mumble, eyes half closed. he grins in the dark. “say it. say you love me.” you roll your eyes, deadpan, staring at the ceiling. “you talk too much.” “that’s not a no,” he grins. you sigh, barely audible, smooth like it slips out on accident. “i love you.” he hums, distracted, still teasing. then freezes. five seconds pass. “wait.” he props himself up. “what did you say?” you turn away. “nothing.” “no, no, repeat it,” you groan. “shut up and go to sleep, idiot.” he kisses your temple anyway. “whatever you say, love,” he smirks. this asshole.
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