pairing: jake x f!reader
genre: angst, fluff, hurt/comfort?
synopsis: your graduation party is tonight but your boyfriend still can't make it
word count: 1.1k
warnings: kissing, it's kinda sad and shiii
writer's note: late-minute writing. what even is this
it was a painful thing, this expectation. and you knew it best.
you knew it best because you knew that jake was a busy man. you knew that he rarely had time for himself. you knew that he put away his rest just to talk to you, see you, hear your voice.
so you only felt selfish being sad about the text he sent you fifteen minutes ago.
"graduation is a big thing," jake had told you before leaving for work a month ago, "and i'll make sure to be there to celebrate it with you."
he had even promised to drop in early to help you decorate the place for your party. the same place that would host your friends to celebrate getting out of official academic stress.
and you had excitedly dressed up in your prettiest dress, the one he gifted you on your birthday, and you had gone and styled your hair and turned yourself into a gorgeous sight just for jake.
so why did the text tell you that he wouldn't be able to make it?
jake <3:
sweetheart, they're extending practice again
i don't think i'll be able to leave anytime soon
i'm so sorry, baby
i feel so bad
god forbid a girl wants her boyfriend there for once.
so you went ahead when your friends showed up at 7. you ate food, had a huge cake that all of you had bought together, declared yourselves 'free' although you knew that was hardly the case in reality.
seven became eight, eight became nine, and nine became ten.
but jake remained in absence.
your friends asked about him. where he was, when he would show up, whether he would show up. the answers you gave changed from 'soon' to 'he's busy this evening'. you caught the flicker of concern over their faces each time. mild, but no less loud.
the atmosphere settled at around 10:30 p.m. cravings were satiated and the energy had died down. a few people left, and others remained on couches and chairs, talking softly about so many things.
you laid down on the free couch and closed your eyes. you were tired from all the talking and energy expended on the evening. and jake wasn't there to hold you, perhaps that was the worst of all.
you woke up to movement and touch near your forehead and your eyes fell on the clock, displaying the time: 12:56 a.m.
"hi, have you seen my girlfriend?" you heard. and when you shifted, turned to your side and looked... there he was, your aussie boy.
"she is about this tall," jake paused, raising his hand, "and she is very ugly. but she works so hard to achieve her goals."
he looked exhausted. he looked like he wanted nothing more than to crash into bed with you and sleep. and in his arms were a bouquet of peonies and a tub of of ice cream.
a sign that he always tried.
"congratulations, baby, on your graduation. i was worried the flowers would wilt by the time i got here, but... they look alright, yeah?" he said, tilting the bouquet to show you the peonies.
and maybe it was the late night feels, or his tired eyes, or maybe even how softly he spoke, but you pushed the bouquet aside and wrapped your arms around his neck.
you felt your eyes tear up slightly as he placed his hands on your back and slowly rubbed it up and down.
"i thought you wouldn't come," you admitted quietly as he kissed your forehead, then your cheek, and then your temple.
"and miss my darling baby's party?" jake asked. "well— i mean, i did... but i couldn't ditch you the whole night. anything you achieve is worth celebrating. i wouldn't miss it for the world."
then he gently helped you up and guided you to the bedroom. one or two of your friends were still knocked out on the floor and the dining table, but oh well.
"i got us some ice cream to celebrate it," jake said and opened the tub. the lights remained switched off and the pink peonies looked colder in the darkness.
he handed you one of the spoons. "it's not a lot. it's not the party i failed to come to, but i didn't want to show up with just... flowers."
"i hope you'll forgive me for missing your day again." jake scooped up some ice cream in his spoon and brought it up to your lips. "and if you won't, then i'll do everything in my power to make it up to you."
he watched as you ate and tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear gently. "my baby looks gorgeous, yet i always miss out on days she needs me. and i'm so sorry."
"you always say that."
the words were soft yet sharp, and enough to make jake pause. how could you so easily forgive a man who repeated this same story? this same dance?
his face shifted.
"i know you're trying, jake, but..." you trailed off, not knowing what to say now. "... it's just hard. you know? i know you try. i know you do. but sometimes timing matters..."
you anticipated defense, or perhaps promises.
but for the first time in a while, you saw his eyes shine a little more in the dim light. a silver line of tears formed in his eyes before he quickly blinked them away. he pursed his lips for a second before relaxing.
jake, your boyfriend, was so close to shedding guilt-ridden tears.
he cupped your face with his hand and waited a second before placing his lips over yours and pulling you into a slow and delicate kiss.
a kiss brimming with apology and yearning.
"baby," he said in the gentlest voice after pulling back. "i know i keep saying i'll be there," he lowered his gaze. now he looked like a kicked puppy. had the moment not been so serious, you would've pointed it out to him. "and i know that i keep failing you..."
was he... trying to hold it together?
you couldn't tell how you managed to not lose it right then.
he let you sit down on the bed with the tub in your lap. "i've taken the day off tomorrow. and i won't touch my phone."
"... and it'll be just you and i. a day for you and me only. does that... sound good?" he waited for your hesitant nod and coaxed you into his arms. "c'mere. i think some cuddles are long overdue with my gorgeous girlfriend."
pairing: cupid!ni-ki x f!reader
genre: fluff, mild angst
synopsis: when you thought of cupid, you imagined a winged baby-like figure with a bow and an arrow. not a 6'0 man-child wearing a white hoodie and... a watergun?
word count: ~1k
warnings: none, expect maybe swearing
writer's note: pray i have the time and motivation to finish this </3
You never expected actual divine intervention.
I mean, your love life must have been incredibly problematic for the higher beings to have deemed you worthy of their help.
You were desperate for love. It was pathetic, yes, but true. Every time you tried to indulge in love, it'd turn disastrous. You had celebrity crushes, fictional crushes, actual crushes from your class, the mall, new cafés, but... it never ever went right. Either they'd reject you or would have already been taken. You were desperate, sure, but not a man-stealer.
So you did what was safest.
You wrote a letter.
It had started on a stupid night, the kind where your room was too quiet, your phone was too dry, and every couple on Tik Tok and Instagram seemed glued to each other. Perhaps staying up till two in the morning to finish assignments had finally started to unscrew your sanity. You took out your lucky silver glitter pen and placed the tip on your journal, and you wrote:
“Dear universe, I’m sick of being single. Send me something. Anything. Cupid, God, a demon with a love contract, I don’t care. Please. Anything to take away this misery. It is a sad thing, this loneliness. Just some love in my life, and I'll be forever grateful to you.”
You even signed it with your name and a little heart! Not that you expected anything to happen.
Especially not a 6'0 stranger to show up on your school field the next day, watergun in hand, and shoot Jenny-from-Chemistry in the back with it. Jenny, who had sworn off boys, was now giggling at Matthew Chung like he invented her favorite lip gloss.
Wow. You watched it all unfold in utter terror and awe.
How Jenny, who had been rolling her eyes at Matthew for trying to ask her out for four months, freeze, then turn to look at him with the confusion... and then, the softest, dreamiest eyes.
The stranger turned to you.
And said: "You’re next."
So naturally, you ran.
Or attempted to.
“You’re… Cupid?” you asked, now skeptical, as you tugged at a strand of your hair and raising an eyebrow at ... Cupid(?). You looked over him once more.
No. Not a small baby-ish thing with wings and a bow-and-arrow. Instead, a hoodie-wearing boy, taller than anyone she knew, with windswept hair and a watergun slung over his shoulder like a rifle.
"Yeah." He eyed you back. "What? Don’t believe me? You’re the one who begged for romance in your life. You're on the list, [y/n], and you can't back out now."
You paused and asked, "How do you know my name?"
Your response was him summoning your journal from thin air with a flick of his hand, summoning-sparkles and all.
Cupid went by the name 'Ni-ki.' Okay. That's cute.
He had the kind of cool-boy energy that didn’t earn attention so much as demand it. Styled black hair that probably took him twenty minutes every morning. A single silver cross earring in one ear, and two tiny hoops in the other. His hoodie was oversized, greyish white, and looked a little expensive. And that watergun? Custom-painted matte black, like this was some serious business. It probably was, at least to him
"How'd you get my... letter? Did you break into my room?" you asked, slightly embarrassed that this freak—no matter how good-looking—saw your desperation. Ni-ki dusted off the imaginary dust on his shoulder.
"I may not be what you expected, but I'm not a thief," he replied, narrowing his eyes at you for a moment. "These things can be accessed without personal consent. This our area of expertise." And then he flicked your forehead.
You looked at his watergun. He stared back at you. "Bows and arrows as so last century. Come on, Orientation Time. Try to keep up. And don’t judge the sparkle." He pulled out a notebook scribbled with glitter gel pen and flipped it open dramatically. "Welcome to the Laws of Love."
LAW #1: LOVE REQUIRES WILLING PARTICIPATION.
"Rule one," Ni-ki said, "you can’t force love. I can give people a nudge, point the arrow, splash the target, whatever. But if they really don’t want it? It doesn’t stick. Temporary buzz unless it hits something real underneath."
"But then Jenny?" you crossed your arms as you asked.
"She was already halfway there. I just opened the floodgates." He winked. "Pun absolutely intended."
You sighed. He turned the page.
LAW #2: LOVE IS NOT ALWAYS ROMANTIC.
"This one’s important," he said, tone shifting slightly more serious. "People assume my arrows, or water in this case, make people fall into fairytale endings. Wrong. Sometimes it leads to friendship. Closure. Realizations. In such cases, you close your little chapter and move on. There around 8 billion people in the world, someone is sure to love you in some way or another.
Okay.
That... was actually reasonable.
LAW #3: NO TAKEBACKS, NO REWINDS.
"Once it has started," he said, "you gotta let it play out. No do-overs. No 'actually I changed my mind.' It’s love. Don't like it? Go cry about it."
"So it can crash and burn?"
"Absolutely," he said. "That's half the fun. Although sometimes they cut my pay if I mess up bad."
You stared at him. "You are a threat to human emotions."
Ni-ki blinked at you and nodded slowly. "... Yeah. Yeah. Thanks!"
LAW #4: EVEN CUPID DOESN’T KNOW THE ENDING.
You tilted your head. "Meaning?"
Ni-ki shrugged. "I’m good at starting things, and that's all. This can be taken as an extension of Law #2."
Oh. You should walk away.
"Okay," you said. "You're avoiding accountability, then."
Ni-ki smirked like a magician about to pull off a ridiculous trick. "To an extent. Now we find you a target."
"And if I don’t want one?"
'You wrote the letter, [y/n]. And I have a stomach to feed." He stood up and slung the watergun over his shoulder. "Love’s coming. You can either duck… or learn how to surf."
pairing: jungwon x f!reader
genre: fluff, friends to lovers
synopsis: what gift to give your crush on his birthday so that he'll fall for you 100%
word count: 1.3k
warnings: kissing, bro
writer's note: it's a bit late, but it has heart </3 been on my drafts for a week now
if there was one thing you were grateful for, it is the fact that you and your intimate group of friends were absolute trophy-holders when it came to gift-giving.
you prided yourself in the ability of giving awesome gifts. it had started in school when your friends gifted you on your 12th birthday by creating a powerpoint presentation, a gift basket and snacks, setting a standard.
since then, you had written long letters, made gift baskets filled with food, words, and items that the birthday girl or boy had once mentioned wanting.
anything less for a beloved friend, you decided, would be abysmal.
today was jungwon's birthday. he was your friend, and also someone you had unfortunately fallen for over the months.
a few friends were invited for a little celebration with pastries, chips and a birthday cake someone bought as a surprise. everything had gone smoothly until someone began urging him to open the gifts. jungwon was loved, and hence he had a pile waiting for him in the corner.
you sat in your seat and watched him as he opened the gifts one by one.
would he like yours...? the seed of doubt was a new one. you were always confident in your gifts, but jungwon was a hard person to read. always quiet about his preferences, never pushy or demanding.
and eventually, someone passed him your gift.
he held it in his hands. flat rectangle. "what is this?" he asked, not really wanting an answer as he got to removing the wrapping paper on it right after to find out for himself. once the wrapping paper came off, he stared at the gift with his eyebrows raised.
a mini magazine with a photo of him on the cover. as he flipped through it, he scanned the pages filled with articles analyzing his wardrobe, lifestyle habits, personality, recent achievements in life (even as small as buying the last cinnamon roll in the bakery), and lots of affectionate words.
you didn't know if he'd acknowledge them, but perhaps they crossed the line between friends to something more. with that, suddenly you felt a lot more awkward and stiff standing in the room.
you stayed until you made sure he read your name in the corner of the magazine, then quickly excused yourself and went into the kitchen to get yourself some water.
that was way more anxiety-inducing than you expected it to be.
a few minutes inside the kitchen were spent to cool yourself, take a break from the bustle of the party, all until you heard your name being called gently from behind you.
you turned around, and there he was. jungwon, with his pretty smile and little dimple, looking at you with the magazine in his hands and his head tilted slightly to the side.
"you ran off before i could say anything," he said. ouch, so he noticed.
"sorry," you replied softly with an awkward little laugh. "so, um... do you like it?"
jungwon lifted the magazine and flipped through it once more as if checking for something. "did you make this yourself?"
"... mhm."
"i, hah... no one has done something so personal for me, [y/n]. this means so much to me. it must've taken quite a lot of time, huh?" he asked, setting the gift on the kitchen counter and stepping towards you.
"just a little bit. nothing too complex." that was a brutal lie. you had stayed up till 2 in the morning, proof-reading and editing the file until you were satisfied with it. "i just had to collect some photos of you from your friends, write some stuff, blah blah blah. easy peasy."
jungwon nodding slowly, looking at you with a soft look in his eyes. he barely seemed to be paying attention. and then, he took your hand in his and gave it a gentle squeeze before letting you. your heart almost leaped out of your chest. "thank you, [y/n]. it means the world to me. actually, i was just... looking through, and i had a little question."
"please ask," you said (almost breathlessly, but you held yourself back.)
"you wrote everything yourself, right?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "you didn't taken help from anyone else. no friend, acquaintance, editor, no one?"
you shook your head, now feeling confused. what, did he think you were using ai to write this or something?
"i... it's probably just an mistake you forgot to fix, but..." he picked up the magazine again and opened it to a certain page. page 23, where you had written the 'letters'. multiple sets of short paragraphs written in the form of letters, where you wrote anecdotes with and of him.
jungwon tilted the page and showed it to you, pointing at one of the sentences. as soon as you read it, your heart sank.
'dear jungwon,
march 18th was a beautiful day, mainly because we (you and i) got to go to new café that just opened a few days ago near the mall. it was very crowded, but you told me to wait at a table while you got us the café specials.
you bought us that very cute pink-and-white mini cake, the name of which i always forget. and we ate. and talked. and we had a grand time together that day. you seemed so happy to have been there, just trying out so many things. and i was happy, too.
i accidentally smeared some cream on my shirt, near the collar, and you laughed with me. and i was genuinely so glad to have come there with you. i think that was when i realized i had developed feelings for you.
lovingly,
[y/n]'
back to reality, you lifted your gaze and looked at jungwon who was already looking back at you.
how could you have missed something so crucial? you had initially planned to confess through the magazine, but then you decided not to. you thought you deleted that line from the letter, but...
"t... typo, i think. typo."
"typo," he repeated, but his tone infection told you that he didn't buy that bullshit. nevertheless, he shut the magazine and put it back on the counter. "that's a pity. i was hoping it wasn't a typo."
"what?" you asked, straightening up now.
"no, no, i just, ah..." he turned back to you and looked at you. and for a painful second, you saw his gaze flicker down and return back to your eyes.
"please tell me you meant it," he said softly and you heard a bit of pleading in his voice. you swallowed and blinked at him. "... it's not a typo. i wanted to—"
"oh, thank god," jungwon said breathlessly, cutting you off. he placed his hand behind your head, guiding your face up and placed a kiss on your lips. you could hardly think straight as you felt his lips move over yours, gentle and desperate.
once the situation clicked for you, you wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him closer. he placed a hand around your waist and softly pulled you closer, hardly ever pulling back except for half a second to take a breath before kissing you again.
"i'm sorry," he said, finally pulling back. "i really wanted to... sorry, i've been so... god, you're beautiful."
you flushed at that, letting out a cough. "um, thank you."
jungwon bit his lip in thought, looking a bit hesitant now. "... how about you and i go out tomorrow? just us, and something like a late-birthday celebration."
no way. no fucking way. it actually paid off? did the yang jungwon just ask you out on a date? fuck that, he actually kissed you. mentally, you were already at a rave.
"that sounds perfect," you said, replying almost quickly.
jungwon grinned softly at your words. then he slowly stepped back. "brilliant. i should go, then. they're... probably waiting for me to bring out the gaming console."
"yes. yes, of course. i'll be there in a second."
he nodded his head, then stepped closer once more and hesitantly kissed you one last time, a short and sweet kiss, before leaving the room— not before glancing at you once more at the door.
pairing: sunghoon x f!reader
genre: fluff, suggestive
synopsis: your bf has biceps :)
word count: ~600
warnings: suggestive, they get a lil touchy n all that
to be honest, you had been staring at sunghoon for a while now. he knew, of course. he could feel your unwavering gaze on him as he sat on the couch after gym, scrolling through his phone. the almost empty water bottle you gifted him to drink from during his workouts, sat next to him on the couch.
but you couldn't really help it. not when he was just sitting there with his legs stretched out, hair damp from sweat, in a black shirt that had no sleeves. his biceps were practically staring back at you.
you really couldn't help it.
sunghoon finally lifted his head, put his phone away and walked to your side. you kept awkwardly cutting some vegetables for a salad.
"you know, i won't maul you to death if you look at me," he finally spoke. you let out a small chuckle, nodding your head. "you're not being subtle," sunghoon said again, "as usual."
you finally looked up, smiling at him with one of your more giddy smiles, and he felt his heart jump, a warmth spreading in his chest.
goodness, he thought, how could someone as beautiful as you exist?
sunghoon moved behind you and placed his hands on the counter on both sides of yours, caging you in, and looked at the vegetables you were chopping. he caught the momentary movement in your body, a small pause or something like a jerk, which you immediately recovered from and continued chopping.
he exhaled slowly and placed his chin on your shoulder, turning his head slightly to see you. "look at me," he insisted. "i know you want to." and like the menace that he was, he nuzzled his face into your shoulder and wrapped his arms around your waist.
sunghoon slowly inhaled your scent and let out a low hum. "did you miss me while i was at work?"
"yeah," you finally agreed, "a lot."
"a lot?" he repeated quietly, deliberately brushing his nose against your cheek. "a lot, hm? should i make it up to you?"
a trap.
this was a trap, and you knew it. so you stopped cutting, because if you kept going you could risk getting distracted and cutting your hand.
"baby," sunghoon said, at your silence. he waited for a second before pressing little kisses along your jaw. relentless, you thought as he continued his ministrations on your skin. "did you use the vanilla-scented body wash i gifted you last month? you smell so sweet."
your eyes followed his arms as they tightened around your waist for a second. well, your mind was still stuck at the way he continued pressing kisses along your jawline and down your neck, but your eyes took note of his fidgety hands.
he reached below your shirt, tugged at the hem once or twice. then his fingers traced the waistband of your pants, hooked his thumb and pulled it slightly before letting go and running his hand over the skin of your stomach.
jesus...
"alright, alright," you gave in at last. "let me... finish cooking and then—"
"—we can continue?" he finished for you, finally leaving your neck alone and looking straight at your face. your eyes briefly took note of the moles on his face before nodding.
"yes... yes," you agreed in a daze. sunghoon nodded along with you, and you swore you saw a glimpse of smugness in his face. "then i'll go freshen up, okay?"
"... okay."
"okay," he replied before giving you one last kiss on your lips and letting go of you. he ran his hands over your arms and stepped back, grabbed his phone and bottle from the couch and walked to the bathroom to take a shower.
something about the way he walked told you that the night was going to be very long.
pairing: cupid!ni-ki x f!reader
genre: fluff, mild angst
synopsis: when you thought of cupid, you imagined a winged baby-like figure with a bow and an arrow. not a 6'0 man-child wearing a white hoodie and... a watergun?
word count: ~1k
warnings: none, expect maybe swearing
writer's note: part two! been a busy week, so i'm still not satisfied with this :( let me know what you think <3
TARGET #1 : Andrew
Lunch had just gotten over and Ni-ki had returned to your side once again, claiming that he had done his research on your life and was now prepared to shoot potential lovers for you.
"You can't shoot him!" you said, slapping away Ni-ki's watergun the moment you saw him aiming it at Andrew.
Andrew was your friend. Also, the guy kinda sorta had a crush on you for two years straight. He wasn't very boyfriend material though, so you never considered him a candidate capable of soothing the romantic wound in your life. But your boy seemed to have other plans.
Ni-ki raised an eyebrow and his face shifted to looking mildly displeased at your actions. "Why not? You two seemed close. Great chemistry. Maybe there is an actual opportunity for your dry ass love life here."
You sighed in exasperation. "Yes, but he isn't my type!" You then looked around and moved closer to Ni-ki and murmured. "He is obsessed with politics. You can't make me date a future politician."
Ni-ki groaned like a child who was denied a toy and turned around, dragging his feet to the other direction. "Fine. But if I see him hovering around you again, I’m putting him back in line."
TARGET #2 : Daniel
"What the fuck, Ni-ki!" You jumped and pushed away the nozzle of the watergun from Daniel, who was sitting across the almost-empty classroom. The spray missed Daniel’s face by inches, splattering harmlessly against the grass.
"He's homophobic! Just because I put up with him doesn't mean… ugh, oh my god…"
Ni-ki looked upset. "You ruined my angle."
He then squinted across the field where Daniel sat, chewing on a straw and talking with two girls animatedly. "What? You two talk all the time. He was third on the compatibility list."
"Just because I hang out with him doesn’t mean I want to fall in love with him! He used to follow Andrew Tate last year," you retorted. "I just can't get rid of him... Is this your research on my life?"
"I'm sorry," Ni-ki started, leaning toward your face with a frown, nose practically brushing against yours, "but usually, the clients I have tend to maintain relations with people they genuinely like. As for Daniel, you need to get away from him as soon as possible, sweets."
TARGET #3 : Siwoo
Ah yes. The bane of everyone's existence. It baffled you how this man even got a girlfriend in the first place—the girlfriend being a friend of yours—because the way he treated her was absolute crap. He refused to even spend ten minutes of the day with her, despite being in the same classes.
You had somehow managed to steer clear of his line of sight, his attention till now. Thankfully.
Click. Splash.
Water.
"Ni-ki!" you shrieked, spinning around.
He was grinning like he stole candy from a child and enjoyed it. "My bad, sweets." He blew on the nozzle of his watergun like it was a smoking barrel. "Felt like it was overdue."
You turned to the court where five boys were playing, sweaty and full of adrenaline that only a basketball court could evoke in them. One of them had just stopped dribbling and was patting his face in confusion.
Siwoo.
He turned and looked at you, an overconfident smile appearing on his face. He raised his hand in a half-wave wave and yelled, "[y/n]!"
Oh no.
Ni-ki grinned at Siwoo's reaction and turned to you. However, it didn't take long for him to realize that perhaps his little game was a tad bit serious now, because by the time Ni-ki turned back to look at you... you were already charging at him, full speed.
"You... freak!" You grabbed him by the collar. "Siwoo ruined a whole dance group by himself! He lied about his ex-girlfriend! He refused to let her break up with him! He lazes around in class! Teachers hate him! All my friends hate, hate, hate him! What about him made you splash him!?"
Ni-ki held his hands up, expression caught somewhere between defensive and deeply entertained. "Okay. Okay. Point taken. He sounds like a walking, talking red flag. But listen... Sometimes, attraction happens in spite of logic. I just follow the emotional static."
"Don't try to distract me with complicated metaphors."
Ni-ki smiled sheepishly and poked your cheek, peeling you away from his collar gently. "It's alright, sweets, we'll sort it out. The effects shouldn't last long if you ignore him and refuse to entertain him. Now come on, let's get you some of your favorite snacks to make up for it. My treat." And he slung his arm around your shoulder and dragged you away.
Siwoo had returned to his game, because not even Cupid's powers could drag him away.
You leaned against the fence and took a bite of the croissant Ni-ki bought you after school, eyes sparkling with curiosity. "So… what's your best work? I mean, the best couple you’ve matched. And the most popular one?"
Ni-ki stretched, cracking his neck like he was about to drop a mixtape. "Best work, huh?"
He hummed, then looked thoughtfully into the distance. "There was this one pair. Elara and Kian. They were practically polar opposites. She was a fiery poet, always chasing storms and sunsets. He was a meticulous scientist, obsessed with formulas and facts."
You raised an eyebrow. "Sounds… complicated."
"Exactly. Everyone thought they’d clash like thunder and lightning. But turns out, opposites don’t just attract— they spark." Ni-ki smiled softly, eyes glimmering. "They balanced each other out perfectly. Elara brought color, Kian brought reason."
Your eyes glazed over as you thought of two silhouettes creating sparks between them, like in a movie scene. "And then what happened to them...?"
"Oh, his ex poisoned both of them and almost got them killed."
You jerked, sitting up straight. "What?!"
"What?" Ni-ki asked, shrugging as if it was not his problem. "Cupid can't control external factors. I'm just a guy with a watergun, man." You continued to stare at him in mild concern as he licked his lollipop once more, a shiny red heart-shaped one that he picked up for himself.
The air between you settled into peace as you ate your croissant. Ni-ki watched a cat jump onto the streetside, stretch and slowly walk past them. It paused, rubbed its head against Ni-ki's shoe for a few minutes and continued on its way.
"Love will find you, sweets. Just don't expect it to come the way you want it to."
pairing: park jay x f!reader
genre: fluff
synopsis: babysitting with boyfriend, who knew he was so good with kids?
word count: ~800
warnings: suggestive
writer's note: getting this out of my system </3 the f in f!reader stands for freaky. mildly.
today was supposed to be a day out with your boyfriend jay. a day away from work and any other commitments, just staying together and spending some quality time with each other.
supposed to. until your aunt begged you to babysit her kid for the day, a little girl who was about six years old and had the energy of a well-fed monkey. since you were a very good niece, you had to accept.
so you called up jay and apologized for having to cancel the date.
"is that all, my sweet? i can come over and help you, if you'd like," he offered gently. "i really don't mind."
sigh, what a dream man.
which was why you were now sitting on the couch and cutting up an apple for your little cousin while jay sat on the floor with her and held a very serious business meeting with her and her stuffed bear barry. he had no idea how cute he looked, playing with a child. so girl-dad coded. scratch that, so husband-coded.
jay was an amazing boyfriend. he cooked for you, took your needs and wants seriously, had serious aspirations and achievements, and was always putting your feelings before his. how you even managed to bag someone like him was a mystery to you. he'd just say that it was inevitable, with how eye-catching and dazzling you were the day you two met.
and now he was trying to audition for a dad role in front of you.
your cousin got up and went to the next room to grab something, and jay sat down beside you on the couch. "apparently, barry and co. are planning to release some new lipstick shades. how do you feel about the blue from that raspberry ring pop? her suggestion, not mine."
you laughed, handing him an apple slice. "i don't know, sounds like you'll be making profits."
"maybe i'll buy you a gorgeous something with the profits we make," jay replied as he wrapped an arm around you and pressed a kiss to the side of your head. "that is, if she decides to share."
"i suppose barry and co. will need more employees, then?" you asked slyly.
"well, i said the same thing. no company can work with three members, one being a stuffed toy. i fear i'm the only competent member, and your cousin is the creative mind behind it all. would you like to apply for a position?"
"i know a position where you can put a baby in me."
"i beg your pardon?" jay asked immediately, ears turning significantly red. "i mean— not that i'm against it— but surely, marriage—"
you burst into laughter at his flustered reaction. "you look like you'd make a great girl dad, with how you treat my cousin and all..."
"is that the root of all this? if you insist, i'd definitely assist you, of course. but i think marriage is in line first." he gently pulled you closer to his side and placed a kiss on your cheek. he didn't move away and continued speaking against your skin softly. "what do you say, sweetheart? a beautiful white gown, flowers, a delicious buffet, music swelling..."
just then, your cousin ran up behind him with the little pat-pat-pat of her footsteps, making him pull away from you, and began brushing his hair with her bright pink barbie comb. "barry says you need to style your hair," she informed. jay carefully scooped her up onto his lap and let her continue her professional hair-brushing without any complaints.
he hummed. "no doubt. barry knows what is right."
"i wish you could always play with me. she never lets me brush her hair," your cousin said to jay as she pointed her tiny finger at you. it was true, but it was only because she would try to purposefully ruin your hair to get revenge on that one time you accidentally ate her pudding. little devil.
jay laughed in response, gently tapping her chubby cheek. "i promise to get you a play buddy who'll let you brush their hair, maybe in about one or two years, okay?"
"really?" she asked in disbelief. "i want a play buddy! is it a girl or a boy?"
he let out a slow sigh and pretended to think. "we'll just have to wait and see. just let me and [y/n] sort it out, okay?"
she nodded at his words slowly. "okay... can we draw some lipsticks in my secret diary now? i want to draw a pink lipstick!"
you looked at jay as he let her jump off his lap and run to fetch her 'secret diary' and crayons. he turned to you and shrugged as if he hadn't suggested the idea of marriage a few moments ago. "she's a darling. so are you."
"yes, of course..." you said slowly. he simply smiled at your words and leaned close until his nose brushed against yours.
"i'll fulfill any wish you have, sweetheart, no need to lift a finger. this one, just give me a little bit of time."
pairing: cupid!ni-ki x f!reader
genre: fluff, mild angst
synopsis: when you thought of cupid, you imagined a winged baby-like figure with a bow and an arrow. not a 6'0 man-child wearing a white hoodie and... a watergun?
word count: ~1k
warnings: none, expect maybe swearing
writer's note: pray i have the time and motivation to finish this </3
You never expected actual divine intervention.
I mean, your love life must have been incredibly problematic for the higher beings to have deemed you worthy of their help.
You were desperate for love. It was pathetic, yes, but true. Every time you tried to indulge in love, it'd turn disastrous. You had celebrity crushes, fictional crushes, actual crushes from your class, the mall, new cafés, but... it never ever went right. Either they'd reject you or would have already been taken. You were desperate, sure, but not a man-stealer.
So you did what was safest.
You wrote a letter.
It had started on a stupid night, the kind where your room was too quiet, your phone was too dry, and every couple on Tik Tok and Instagram seemed glued to each other. Perhaps staying up till two in the morning to finish assignments had finally started to unscrew your sanity. You took out your lucky silver glitter pen and placed the tip on your journal, and you wrote:
“Dear universe, I’m sick of being single. Send me something. Anything. Cupid, God, a demon with a love contract, I don’t care. Please. Anything to take away this misery. It is a sad thing, this loneliness. Just some love in my life, and I'll be forever grateful to you.”
You even signed it with your name and a little heart! Not that you expected anything to happen.
Especially not a 6'0 stranger to show up on your school field the next day, watergun in hand, and shoot Jenny-from-Chemistry in the back with it. Jenny, who had sworn off boys, was now giggling at Matthew Chung like he invented her favorite lip gloss.
Wow. You watched it all unfold in utter terror and awe.
How Jenny, who had been rolling her eyes at Matthew for trying to ask her out for four months, freeze, then turn to look at him with the confusion... and then, the softest, dreamiest eyes.
The stranger turned to you.
And said: "You’re next."
So naturally, you ran.
Or attempted to.
“You’re… Cupid?” you asked, now skeptical, as you tugged at a strand of your hair and raising an eyebrow at ... Cupid(?). You looked over him once more.
No. Not a small baby-ish thing with wings and a bow-and-arrow. Instead, a hoodie-wearing boy, taller than anyone she knew, with windswept hair and a watergun slung over his shoulder like a rifle.
"Yeah." He eyed you back. "What? Don’t believe me? You’re the one who begged for romance in your life. You're on the list, [y/n], and you can't back out now."
You paused and asked, "How do you know my name?"
Your response was him summoning your journal from thin air with a flick of his hand, summoning-sparkles and all.
Cupid went by the name 'Ni-ki.' Okay. That's cute.
He had the kind of cool-boy energy that didn’t earn attention so much as demand it. Styled black hair that probably took him twenty minutes every morning. A single silver cross earring in one ear, and two tiny hoops in the other. His hoodie was oversized, greyish white, and looked a little expensive. And that watergun? Custom-painted matte black, like this was some serious business. It probably was, at least to him
"How'd you get my... letter? Did you break into my room?" you asked, slightly embarrassed that this freak—no matter how good-looking—saw your desperation. Ni-ki dusted off the imaginary dust on his shoulder.
"I may not be what you expected, but I'm not a thief," he replied, narrowing his eyes at you for a moment. "These things can be accessed without personal consent. This our area of expertise." And then he flicked your forehead.
You looked at his watergun. He stared back at you. "Bows and arrows as so last century. Come on, Orientation Time. Try to keep up. And don’t judge the sparkle." He pulled out a notebook scribbled with glitter gel pen and flipped it open dramatically. "Welcome to the Laws of Love."
LAW #1: LOVE REQUIRES WILLING PARTICIPATION.
"Rule one," Ni-ki said, "you can’t force love. I can give people a nudge, point the arrow, splash the target, whatever. But if they really don’t want it? It doesn’t stick. Temporary buzz unless it hits something real underneath."
"But then Jenny?" you crossed your arms as you asked.
"She was already halfway there. I just opened the floodgates." He winked. "Pun absolutely intended."
You sighed. He turned the page.
LAW #2: LOVE IS NOT ALWAYS ROMANTIC.
"This one’s important," he said, tone shifting slightly more serious. "People assume my arrows, or water in this case, make people fall into fairytale endings. Wrong. Sometimes it leads to friendship. Closure. Realizations. In such cases, you close your little chapter and move on. There around 8 billion people in the world, someone is sure to love you in some way or another.
Okay.
That... was actually reasonable.
LAW #3: NO TAKEBACKS, NO REWINDS.
"Once it has started," he said, "you gotta let it play out. No do-overs. No 'actually I changed my mind.' It’s love. Don't like it? Go cry about it."
"So it can crash and burn?"
"Absolutely," he said. "That's half the fun. Although sometimes they cut my pay if I mess up bad."
You stared at him. "You are a threat to human emotions."
Ni-ki blinked at you and nodded slowly. "... Yeah. Yeah. Thanks!"
LAW #4: EVEN CUPID DOESN’T KNOW THE ENDING.
You tilted your head. "Meaning?"
Ni-ki shrugged. "I’m good at starting things, and that's all. This can be taken as an extension of Law #2."
Oh. You should walk away.
"Okay," you said. "You're avoiding accountability, then."
Ni-ki smirked like a magician about to pull off a ridiculous trick. "To an extent. Now we find you a target."
"And if I don’t want one?"
'You wrote the letter, [y/n]. And I have a stomach to feed." He stood up and slung the watergun over his shoulder. "Love’s coming. You can either duck… or learn how to surf."
pairing: jungwon x f!reader
genre: fluff, just fluff
synopsis: you're going out but your boyfriend :(
word count: ~500
warnings: none
writer's note: first and last time writing probably. never again :D
you brushed down your hair one last time and used a mini claw clip clip to keep it back. the claw clip was extremely cute, with little strawberry prints all over it.
today was girls' day, which meant that while you got ready in the cutest fits, you could see a sulky jungwon sitting behind you on the bed from the mirror.
"you said we'd stay in and watch a movie together," he said. this was his next attempt at trying to get you to stay home. previously, he had tried to lure you with promises of cookies, and some guilt-tripping.
you did not give in.
last time he had succeeded and you had to cancel your day out for this big baby, but that was justified because he had had a rough week then. today, he was just being whiny.
but you knew he'd never really want to hold you back from having fun unless he had a really good reason.
"i know, wons, but today is girls' day. i just can't cancel today," you said gently as you put on a pair of pink pearl earrings. it had been quite a while since you and your friends last got together.
from the mirror, you saw him stand up and come up behind you. he rested his hands on your shoulders and looked at your reflection. you looked back. if you did not have half your willpower, you'd begin giggling hysterically from how adoringly he gazed at you. eyes so soft, so gentle, so full of love. as if no one could compare to you.
he placed his chin on top of your head, gently enough so as not to ruin your look. "can't believe the girls get to see you dolled up for them," he murmured. "and that too, wearing the dress i got you as a gift."
"well, i have to show them what a great taste my boyfriend has," you countered.
"you silver-tongued devil," he responded with a little chuckle as he wrapped his arms around you, enveloping you in one of his warm and divine hugs that never failed to make you feel secure and loved. he spoke against your neck, "send me a text when you get there. call me when you need me to pick you up, okay?"
"okay," you agreed, leaning into him.
"pretty girlfriend," jungwon said before he began pressing a few kisses onto your neck, mindful as always of not wanting to touch your makeup. still, he gave you a kiss on the lips, a lingering tender one as if he wanted to memorize your feel just in case you were away from him for too long. you'd be back in five hours.
"is this a trick to keep me here?" you asked.
"shush, beauty," he said as he continued his work on you.
some fans really out here leaking flights, showing up at hotels, calling idols during their own weverse lives (AND MORE DISGUSTING STUFF) like it’s a side quest. enhypen are living in a psychological thriller and y’all are the jump scare.
this is not “just being a fan” — it’s obsessive, invasive, and straight-up dangerous. showing up uninvited isn’t love. leaking private info isn’t support. it’s a violation, and it needs to stop.
funny how the loudest ones preaching “we care about them so much!! 🥺” are the same ones putting them in unsafe situations just to feel closer. that’s not love. that’s entitlement with a parasocial bow on top.
and no, this isn’t about “all fans.” this is about that specific type of toxic behavior that crosses boundaries and then cries when called out. if the shoe fits, hope it gives blisters.
enhypen aren’t public property. they’re people. this constant harassment isn’t stan culture — it’s stalking. and it’s exhausting.
ive been seeing so many tweets about this and honestly wtf is hybe even doing at this point.
stop making fanfics about characters raping and sexually assaulting y/n, you are fucking disgusting people who romanticize a serious crime that happens every day to children and women
"but that's just reading dark romance" that's not a dark romance, that's just the stuff of a horrible fetish, IF YOU HAVE A RAPE FETISH, GO SEEK FOR FUCKING PSYCHIATRIST HELP!!!!!!!!!!
amandla
gamechangershow
s-u-f-j-a-n-s-t-e-v-e-n-s
germansingergirl
areudirty
jimmyeatworldofficial
gracieabrams
