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I just wanna pamper riki with kisses all over his flushed face when he’s sick, blow little raspberries against his lips when he’s sulky, rub his pink cheeks, pet his hurting belly, just pure fluff(but more intimate rather than jokes and games) and sweet talk(babying..?)
A request igggg!😁😁ty
𓆩✧𓆪OMG ANONNN I LOVE YOU FOR REQUESTING TS BRO ♡ please i had so much fun writing ts omdd, i hope i did it the way you wanted !!
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the apartment was quiet, but it wasn't the heavy, cold kind of silence.
it was just soft.
still.
the only sound was the low, congested hum of riki’s breathing from beneath the mountain of blankets on the bed.
he’d come home from dance practice late the night before with a scratchy throat and a very stubborn refusal to admit he was exhausted, but by morning, a full blown fever had settled into his bones. turning the usually energetic boy into a soft, fragile puddle.
you sat on the edge of the mattress: the bed dipping slightly under your weight as you set down a fresh glass of water and the fever reducers on the nightstand.
riki shifted, his long limbs tangled hopelessly in the heavy sheets as he tried to find a comfortable position.
his face was deeply flushed, a bright feverish pink dusting across the bridge of his nose and high up on his cheekbones. contrasting sharply with the pale, tired skin under his eyes.
his dark hair was a messy, damp mop against the pillow. sticking to his forehead from the sheer amount of sweat.
"riki-ah" you murmured, keeping your voice barely above a whisper so you wouldn't hurt his sensitive aching head.
he let out a tiny pathetic whine in response, his eyelids fluttering open just a crack. his dark eyes were glossy and heavy with exhaustion, looking completely defeated by a simple cold. when he saw you sitting there, his lower lip trembled slightly: turning up into a deep and completely miserable pout.
he was sulking.
he absolutely hated being sick, hated the physical vulnerability of it.
but more than anything, he hated feeling weak and missing out on schedules.
"look at you," you said softly, your heart aching at how small he looked despite his tall height. you leaned over him, placing one hand flat against his forehead.
he was burning up, the heat radiating off his skin in waves.
he moment your cool palm touched his skin, riki let out a long, shaky sigh, closing his eyes and leaning into the touch automatically.
"hurts," he mumbled, his voice thick and raspy. barely audible over the quiet hum of the room's ac.
"i know, baby. i know it does," you whispered back.
your tone dripping with an uncharacteristic softness reserved entirely for moments like this.
you leaned down further, pressing a gentle, lingering kiss to his burning forehead.
then another one to the crown of his head, right into his messy hair, breathing in the highly familiar scent of his shampoo mixed with the warmth of the fever.
riki’s breathing stuttered for a second before smoothing out, his tense shoulders dropping slightly. you didn't stop there.
you shifted your weight, placing soft and deliberate kisses all over his flushed face. one on his right eyelid, one on the tip of his heated nose, and another on his warm pink cheek.
with every touch of your lips, the stubborn line of his jaw relaxed.
"stop," he muttered weakly, though he didn't move away an inch. in fact, he tilted his face up just a fraction more, silently demanding the exact attention he was pretending to reject and dismiss.
"you're gonna get sick."
"i don't care," you replied against his skin. pressing another kiss right to the corner of his mouth simultaneously.
he let out another tiny, disgruntled sound, his bottom lip sticking out even more. amused by the stubborn pout, you leaned down and blew a quick, soft raspberry right against his dry lips.
the silly, vibrating sound made him flinch in surprise, his eyes flying wide open.
a tiny, reluctant huff of laughter escaped his nose before he quickly buried his face straight into the crook of your neck, hiding his embarrassment and the tiny smile he couldn't seem to repress.
"yah," he complained, his voice muffled against your skin, but his arms came out from under the blanket to wrap loosely around your waist: pulling you down flat against his chest.
"you're so cute when you're grumpy," you teased gently, your fingers finding their way into the back of his hair. untangling the soft strands with slow, rhythmic strokes.
he didn't answer.
just squeezed your waist a little tighter, his hot breath ticking against your collarbone in a continuous rhythm. almost calming.
you stayed like that for a long time, just letting him anchor himself to you while the room grew warmer with the afternoon light filtering through the blinds
after a while, you felt him shift uncomfortably. a small tremor running through his frame.
a faint gasp left his lips, and his grip on your waist tightened into a sudden, tense clutch.
"stomach?" you asked softly, recognizing the exact way he curled inward when he was in pain. he nodded against your shoulder, a tiny, almost miserable sound escaping his throat.
"cramping. it feels tight."
"let me see," you murmured. you gently came out of his tight hold, shifting so you were lying down right beside him on the mattress, face-to-face.
you reached under the heavy duvet, your hand sliding beneath the soft fabric of his oversized t-shirt. your palm found his stomach, which was tense and rigid from the discomfort of the fever and stress.
the moment you started moving your hand in slow, circular motions, pressing just firmly enough to ease the tension, riki let out a long, shaky breath, his entire body deflating against yours.
"is that okay?" you whispered, looking closely at his face.
his eyes were closed again, the thick lashes casting long, dark shadows over his pink cheeks. "yeah..."
"you're doing so well. just breathe for me, okay? let the medicine work."
you said, your voice dropping into that quiet tone that you usually avoided, but right now, it was exactly what he needed to feel safe.
you kept up the steady rhythm, your thumb occasionally brushing against the soft skin of his side to soothe him.
with your other hand, you reached up to gently rub his cheek, your thumb smoothing over the fever flushed skin, wiping away a stray bead of sweat that had gathered near his temple.
riki melted entirely under the undivided attention.
he was usually so independent. always trying to act older and more mature than he actually was, but in the quiet of the bedroom with your hands soothing his aches, he let all of that just...go.
he slid his leg over yours, tangling your limbs together beneath the heavy blankets, pulling you as close as humanly possible until there was absolutely no space left between you.
his head rested right under your chin. his nose pressing into the soft skin of your throat as he sought out your warmth subconsciously.
"thank you," he whispered, the words so soft they were almost inaudible amidst the quiet of the room.
you smiled into the dark of his hair, pressing one final kiss to the top of his head while your hand continued its slow circles over his belly.
"sleep, baby," you murmured against his hair.
riki let out one last deep sigh, his body finally going completely limp against yours as sleep pulled him under.
╰┈➤ : ̗̀➛ simi's note: im doing more riki fluff later bc im obsessed bro
𓆩♡𓆪 bf! heeseung x reader; angst/ bit of fluff at the end
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𓆩✧𓆪 you always thought your relationship with heeseung was unbreakable. he was your constant, the one who held you when the world got too loud. but when comeback stress turns into weeks of absolute silence, the miscommunication runs so deep that you both start to believe the other has already given up.
the silence inside the apartment was suffocating.
the kind that only happens when two people have run out of things to say.
heeseung was sitting at the kitchen island, his laptop open, the glow of the screen casting a sharp, blue light across his face.
he’d been staring at the same music production software for three hours but the timeline hadn't changed.
he was just clicking back and forth.
avoiding the space behind him.
you were across the room on the couch, the television playing some random sitcom on mute.
your chest felt tight.
a dull ache settling right behind your ribs, waiting for a shift, closure, something that you knew deep down would never come. yet hoping for the best anyway.
you’ve been together for four years, long enough to know the exact shift in his posture when he was pulling away, long enough to know that the sigh he just let out meant he was building a wall.
"are you going to bed soon?" you asked. you hated how thin your voice sounded.
he didn't look up from the screen. "in a bit. just need to finish this arrangement."
it was the same answer he gave yesterday.
and the night before that.
and the entire week before that.
every repetitive response felt like a door closing in your face with such gentleness you couldn't even be angry.
you felt a familiar knot twisting in your stomach. that quiet panic that told you you're slowly becoming invisible to the person who used to see you clearest.
used to.
you prayed not. not your hee.
he was the only one who saw you at your lowest, who held you when the rest of the world felt too loud. that one rare constant in a life that felt like an unpredictable maze.
he was the person who knew exactly how you took your tea when your chest felt too tight to breathe, the one who would silently drive you around the city for hours without demanding an explanation for your tears.
you had survived so much loss, left holding so many broken pieces of a life you were still trying to glue back together to this day, and he had been the glue.
the constant.
you pulled the blanket tighter around your shoulders, looking at the space between the couch and the kitchen island. it felt like an ocean.
the disagreement hadn't started with a shout; it had started three weeks ago with a missed dinner, a forgotten anniversary plan, and a quiet, "it's fine, you're busy," that you didn't really mean.
you said it because you loved him.
since then it had been a slow painful slide into miscommunication.
your mind had spent the last 21 days spinning in circles, replaying old conversations. trying to pinpoint the exact moment the warmth drained out of the room.
you thought he was pulling away because he was losing interest; he thought you were being distant because you were tired of his schedule.
neither of you asked.
the uncertainty felt like a constant fever, leaving you ultimately exhausted and raw.
you stood up, the friction of the blanket against the fabric of the couch making a soft sound.
heeseung’s hand froze on his mouse, but he still didn't turn around.
the urge to say something, anything to make him snap out of it fought with the utter dread of hearing him confirm your worst fears.
your heart thumped harshly against your ribs. a frantic rhythm that made you feel dizzy.
"i'm going to sleep," you said softly. waiting for just a second to see if he'd ask you to stay.
"okay. goodnight," he murmured, his tone level. completely unreadable.
the utter lack of emotion in his voice made something break inside you. you walked into the bedroom, closing the door just loud enough for him to hear the click of the latch.
it was 2:14 am when the bedroom door finally opened.
the light from the hallway cut a sharp line across the bed before disappearing as heeseung closed the door behind him.
he moved in the dark with the familiarity of someone who knew every square inch of this space. but he hesitated before getting into bed. you caught it.
when he did lie down, he stayed on the absolute edge of his side. the mattress barely dipping under his weight.
you were awake.
staring at the wall, listening to the uneven rhythm of his breathing.
your throat felt dry, and your eyes burned from staring into the dark.
for four years, your bodies used to find each other automatically in the dark. now, the space between you felt deliberate.
the emptiness of the mattress between your bodies felt massive, like a barrier you weren't allowed to cross. your chest hurt with the sheer amount of effort of keeping your breathing steady so he wouldn't know you were crying.
"hee?" you whispered into the dark, unable to take the quiet anymore.
a long pause. you thought he might pretend to be asleep, but then he cleared his throat. "yeah?"
"are we okay?"
the question hung in the air. your stomach dropped, waiting for his answer.
heeseung shifted, the fabric of the sheets rustling. "why wouldn't we be?"
it was the wrong answer. it was the safe, defensive answer that closed the door before the conversation could even start. its the reason this started in the first place.
"because you haven't even looked at me in three days," you said, your voice cracking slightly. the built up frustration of the last month finally leaking through. "because you're here, but you're not actually here. you're just..."
you trailed off. you were at a loss for words.
he let out a sharp, frustrated breath, sitting up in the dark. "i'm working. you know how important this comeback is. i thought you understood that. you said you were fine with it."
"i'm fine with the work, hee... i'm not fine with the absolute silence," you turned around to face him, though you could only see the silhouette of his shoulders against the window light.
"you don't talk to me. you just assume i'm angry, so you stay away, which makes me think you don't care anymore. it feels like you're just waiting for me to leave."
"waiting for you to leave?" he repeated. his voice dropping to a strained whisper.
"is that really what you think? i stay away because every time i walk into the room, you look like you want to be anywhere else. it's like you're unhappy. i'm trying to give you space because i don't know what else to do. i feel like everything i do right now is just... wrong. i'm watching you look more and more distant, and i'm just trying not to make it worse."
the raw honesty of his words echoed through the room, cutting through weeks of built up hatred.
he thought you wanted space. you thought he was abandoning you.
you looked at his slumped outline, the weight of the last month finally crashing down on both of you.
the miscommunication had dug a trench so deep between you that you'd both given up trying to reach across it.
ultimately assuming the other had already let go.
"i'm not tired of you," you said, the tears finally slipping down your cheeks, silent and hot. you were far too exhausted to fight it.
"i was just lonely, hee. i missed you so much, and you felt so far away."
the silence returned. but it was a different kind of silence.
heeseung dropped his head into his hands, his fingers tangling in his dark hair.
his shoulders were tense.
shaking slightly with the weight of everything he’d been keeping inside.
"four years," he muttered into his palms, his voice thick with a sudden exhaustion.
"we've been together for four years, and i still managed to completely mess this up."
you sat up, the anger draining out of you just as quickly as it had arrived. leaving behind nothing but an aching need to be close to him again.
"you didn't mess it up," you said softly, breaking the distance between you and crawling across the mattress.
your fingers brushed his wrist and he flinched slightly before completely giving in.
he caught your hand, his grip almost painfully tight. he pulled your hand up, pressing his cheek against your knuckles.
"i'm just... so tired," he whispered, and you could hear the absolute sincerity, the sheer terror of losing what you’ve built, vibrating in his chest. "im just so tired of everything...but not you. never you."
he shifted closer, sliding across the deliberate distance he had kept all night until his forehead was resting against your shoulder delicately.
"i'm sorry," he murmured against your skin.
his hands wrapping completely around your waist now, pulling you into his lap until there was no space left between you at all.
"i'm sorry for being stubborn. for hiding behind my computer because it was easier than admitting i was overwhelmed. im so sorry for everything. please don't look at me like that again."
you slid your fingers through his hair, untangling the knots. simultaneously feeling the tension slowly melt out of him as you held him close.
"like what?"
"like you think i dont love you anymore," he said softly, his voice muffled against your neck.
he stayed like that for a long time, just breathing you in, his arms locked around you.
the cold vibes that had filled the apartment for weeks finally began to dissolve; replaced by the familiar warmth of his skin.
"i missed you too, baby," he murmured after a while, his voice gentle and full of relief. "so,so much."
he pulled back just enough to look at you, his thumb brushing away the damp trail of tears on your cheek before he leaned in to press a soft kiss to your forehead, then your cheeks, not minding the slight dampness.
his fingers locked tightly with yours between your pillows.
he didn't let go of you for the rest of the night.
╰┈➤ : ̗̀➛ authors note: genuinely had sm fun writing thiss !! i think i like writing angst lmfao
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~pairing: husband! jake x reader ₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊ - fluff, in which you and jake have a 2 year old son called yejun, reader gets ragebaited, uhh idk what else lmfao
i havent proofread this so sorry if there are any spelling mistakes !!
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it was one of those mornings where absolutely everything that could go wrong, did go wrong. and you were truly being tested to your absolute limits.
it all started at 7 am.
you were standing in the kitchen, barely awake, waiting for the kettle to boil so you could have a much needed cup of tea before diving into your work for the day.
then the chaos erupted all at once.
jake, who was usually your sweet and helpful husband was apparently a bit too clumsy this morning. he was trying to carry a giant bowl of cereal to the table while checking his phone at the exact same time.
his foot caught the edge of the rug, and with a dramatic gasp the entire bowl of milk and sugary flakes went flying. it splashed across the kitchen table, dripping down the legs and puddling onto the hardwood floor.
"oh man!! baby i'm so sorry, it just slipped—" jake started, his eyes wide with pure panic as he grabbed a single completely useless paper towel to stop the milk overflow.
before you could even process the sticky mess, layla decided this was the absolute perfect moment to guard the house. a tiny leaf must have blown past the living room window because layla suddenly burst into a massive series of loud, sharp echoey barks.
“woof! woof! woof!” she paced back and forth by the glass, her paws scratching loudly against the floor completely ignoring jake’s frantic commands to hush.
and just to add the final, beautiful cherry on top to the morning craze, a tiny high pitched voice echoed from the hallway bathroom
"appa! APPA!" yejun yelled from the top of his lungs. the two year old was currently sitting proudly on his toddler training toilet afer having successfully completed his morning mission feeling incredibly proud of himself. "appa, clean me! wipe bunny please! APPA! NOW!"
you stood frozen in the middle of the kitchen. milk was dripping onto your floor, layla’s barking was vibrating straight through your skull and your son was screaming for bathroom assistance.
for a split second, you felt like your head was going to expode. you closed your eyes, took a deep, steadying breath and let your intelligence kick in before you actually went insane.
you snapped into reality, knowing exactly what to do.
"jake," you said, your voice completely calm but carrying an undeniable authority that made your husband freeze instantly. "drop the paper towel. go wipe our son."
"yes, captain," jake squeaked, immediately dropping the soggy towel and sprinting down the hallway toward the bathroom to rescue yejun.
you then turned your sharp eyes toward the living room. "layla. leave it. come here."
hearing your firm tone, layla immediately stopped mid bark her ears drooping ever so slightly as she trotted over with a guilty tail wag, then ultimately sitting quietly by your feet.
with the barking silenced and the bathroom situation handled you grabbed the actual mop from the cupboard.
by the time jake emerged from the hallway holding a freshly cleaned smiling yejun in his arms, you had already wiped down the table and were tackling the floor.
jake looked at you, his wife, his eyes full of absolute adoration. he walked over slowly, letting yejun down so the toddler could go pet layla.
he carefully stepped around the wet floor and wrapped his arms tightly around your waist from behind burying his face in your neck.
"you are an actual superhero," jake whispered, kissing your jawline over and over again to make up for his mess. "i don't know how you didn't scream at me."
you let out a long, breathless laugh, your irritation completely melting away as you leaned back against his chest. "trust me, jakey, i wanted to. had to control myself."
yejun toddled back into the kitchen, looking up at his parents with a wide, sweet smile. "mama happy now?" he asked cutely, his little hand patting your leg.
"mama is very happy now, bunny." you smiled softly leaning down to pinch his chubby cheek.
it was pure chaos. you needed a nap. a long one.
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have a good rest of ur dayyy hehe !! ❤︎ 𖹭
𓆩♡𓆪 bf! heeseung x reader; angst/ bit of fluff at the end
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𓆩✧𓆪 you always thought your relationship with heeseung was unbreakable. he was your constant, the one who held you when the world got too loud. but when comeback stress turns into weeks of absolute silence, the miscommunication runs so deep that you both start to believe the other has already given up.
the silence inside the apartment was suffocating.
the kind that only happens when two people have run out of things to say.
heeseung was sitting at the kitchen island, his laptop open, the glow of the screen casting a sharp, blue light across his face.
he’d been staring at the same music production software for three hours but the timeline hadn't changed.
he was just clicking back and forth.
avoiding the space behind him.
you were across the room on the couch, the television playing some random sitcom on mute.
your chest felt tight.
a dull ache settling right behind your ribs, waiting for a shift, closure, something that you knew deep down would never come. yet hoping for the best anyway.
you’ve been together for four years, long enough to know the exact shift in his posture when he was pulling away, long enough to know that the sigh he just let out meant he was building a wall.
"are you going to bed soon?" you asked. you hated how thin your voice sounded.
he didn't look up from the screen. "in a bit. just need to finish this arrangement."
it was the same answer he gave yesterday.
and the night before that.
and the entire week before that.
every repetitive response felt like a door closing in your face with such gentleness you couldn't even be angry.
you felt a familiar knot twisting in your stomach. that quiet panic that told you you're slowly becoming invisible to the person who used to see you clearest.
used to.
you prayed not. not your hee.
he was the only one who saw you at your lowest, who held you when the rest of the world felt too loud. that one rare constant in a life that felt like an unpredictable maze.
he was the person who knew exactly how you took your tea when your chest felt too tight to breathe, the one who would silently drive you around the city for hours without demanding an explanation for your tears.
you had survived so much loss, left holding so many broken pieces of a life you were still trying to glue back together to this day, and he had been the glue.
the constant.
you pulled the blanket tighter around your shoulders, looking at the space between the couch and the kitchen island. it felt like an ocean.
the disagreement hadn't started with a shout; it had started three weeks ago with a missed dinner, a forgotten anniversary plan, and a quiet, "it's fine, you're busy," that you didn't really mean.
you said it because you loved him.
since then it had been a slow painful slide into miscommunication.
your mind had spent the last 21 days spinning in circles, replaying old conversations. trying to pinpoint the exact moment the warmth drained out of the room.
you thought he was pulling away because he was losing interest; he thought you were being distant because you were tired of his schedule.
neither of you asked.
the uncertainty felt like a constant fever, leaving you ultimately exhausted and raw.
you stood up, the friction of the blanket against the fabric of the couch making a soft sound.
heeseung’s hand froze on his mouse, but he still didn't turn around.
the urge to say something, anything to make him snap out of it fought with the utter dread of hearing him confirm your worst fears.
your heart thumped harshly against your ribs. a frantic rhythm that made you feel dizzy.
"i'm going to sleep," you said softly. waiting for just a second to see if he'd ask you to stay.
"okay. goodnight," he murmured, his tone level. completely unreadable.
the utter lack of emotion in his voice made something break inside you. you walked into the bedroom, closing the door just loud enough for him to hear the click of the latch.
it was 2:14 am when the bedroom door finally opened.
the light from the hallway cut a sharp line across the bed before disappearing as heeseung closed the door behind him.
he moved in the dark with the familiarity of someone who knew every square inch of this space. but he hesitated before getting into bed. you caught it.
when he did lie down, he stayed on the absolute edge of his side. the mattress barely dipping under his weight.
you were awake.
staring at the wall, listening to the uneven rhythm of his breathing.
your throat felt dry, and your eyes burned from staring into the dark.
for four years, your bodies used to find each other automatically in the dark. now, the space between you felt deliberate.
the emptiness of the mattress between your bodies felt massive, like a barrier you weren't allowed to cross. your chest hurt with the sheer amount of effort of keeping your breathing steady so he wouldn't know you were crying.
"hee?" you whispered into the dark, unable to take the quiet anymore.
a long pause. you thought he might pretend to be asleep, but then he cleared his throat. "yeah?"
"are we okay?"
the question hung in the air. your stomach dropped, waiting for his answer.
heeseung shifted, the fabric of the sheets rustling. "why wouldn't we be?"
it was the wrong answer. it was the safe, defensive answer that closed the door before the conversation could even start. its the reason this started in the first place.
"because you haven't even looked at me in three days," you said, your voice cracking slightly. the built up frustration of the last month finally leaking through. "because you're here, but you're not actually here. you're just..."
you trailed off. you were at a loss for words.
he let out a sharp, frustrated breath, sitting up in the dark. "i'm working. you know how important this comeback is. i thought you understood that. you said you were fine with it."
"i'm fine with the work, hee... i'm not fine with the absolute silence," you turned around to face him, though you could only see the silhouette of his shoulders against the window light.
"you don't talk to me. you just assume i'm angry, so you stay away, which makes me think you don't care anymore. it feels like you're just waiting for me to leave."
"waiting for you to leave?" he repeated. his voice dropping to a strained whisper.
"is that really what you think? i stay away because every time i walk into the room, you look like you want to be anywhere else. it's like you're unhappy. i'm trying to give you space because i don't know what else to do. i feel like everything i do right now is just... wrong. i'm watching you look more and more distant, and i'm just trying not to make it worse."
the raw honesty of his words echoed through the room, cutting through weeks of built up hatred.
he thought you wanted space. you thought he was abandoning you.
you looked at his slumped outline, the weight of the last month finally crashing down on both of you.
the miscommunication had dug a trench so deep between you that you'd both given up trying to reach across it.
ultimately assuming the other had already let go.
"i'm not tired of you," you said, the tears finally slipping down your cheeks, silent and hot. you were far too exhausted to fight it.
"i was just lonely, hee. i missed you so much, and you felt so far away."
the silence returned. but it was a different kind of silence.
heeseung dropped his head into his hands, his fingers tangling in his dark hair.
his shoulders were tense.
shaking slightly with the weight of everything he’d been keeping inside.
"four years," he muttered into his palms, his voice thick with a sudden exhaustion.
"we've been together for four years, and i still managed to completely mess this up."
you sat up, the anger draining out of you just as quickly as it had arrived. leaving behind nothing but an aching need to be close to him again.
"you didn't mess it up," you said softly, breaking the distance between you and crawling across the mattress.
your fingers brushed his wrist and he flinched slightly before completely giving in.
he caught your hand, his grip almost painfully tight. he pulled your hand up, pressing his cheek against your knuckles.
"i'm just... so tired," he whispered, and you could hear the absolute sincerity, the sheer terror of losing what you’ve built, vibrating in his chest. "im just so tired of everything...but not you. never you."
he shifted closer, sliding across the deliberate distance he had kept all night until his forehead was resting against your shoulder delicately.
"i'm sorry," he murmured against your skin.
his hands wrapping completely around your waist now, pulling you into his lap until there was no space left between you at all.
"i'm sorry for being stubborn. for hiding behind my computer because it was easier than admitting i was overwhelmed. im so sorry for everything. please don't look at me like that again."
you slid your fingers through his hair, untangling the knots. simultaneously feeling the tension slowly melt out of him as you held him close.
"like what?"
"like you think i dont love you anymore," he said softly, his voice muffled against your neck.
he stayed like that for a long time, just breathing you in, his arms locked around you.
the cold vibes that had filled the apartment for weeks finally began to dissolve; replaced by the familiar warmth of his skin.
"i missed you too, baby," he murmured after a while, his voice gentle and full of relief. "so,so much."
he pulled back just enough to look at you, his thumb brushing away the damp trail of tears on your cheek before he leaned in to press a soft kiss to your forehead, then your cheeks, not minding the slight dampness.
his fingers locked tightly with yours between your pillows.
he didn't let go of you for the rest of the night.
╰┈➤ : ̗̀➛ authors note: genuinely had sm fun writing thiss !! i think i like writing angst lmfao
𓆩♡𓆪 bf! heeseung x reader; angst/ bit of fluff at the end
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𓆩✧𓆪 you always thought your relationship with heeseung was unbreakable. he was your constant, the one who held you when the world got too loud. but when comeback stress turns into weeks of absolute silence, the miscommunication runs so deep that you both start to believe the other has already given up.
the silence inside the apartment was suffocating.
the kind that only happens when two people have run out of things to say.
heeseung was sitting at the kitchen island, his laptop open, the glow of the screen casting a sharp, blue light across his face.
he’d been staring at the same music production software for three hours but the timeline hadn't changed.
he was just clicking back and forth.
avoiding the space behind him.
you were across the room on the couch, the television playing some random sitcom on mute.
your chest felt tight.
a dull ache settling right behind your ribs, waiting for a shift, closure, something that you knew deep down would never come. yet hoping for the best anyway.
you’ve been together for four years, long enough to know the exact shift in his posture when he was pulling away, long enough to know that the sigh he just let out meant he was building a wall.
"are you going to bed soon?" you asked. you hated how thin your voice sounded.
he didn't look up from the screen. "in a bit. just need to finish this arrangement."
it was the same answer he gave yesterday.
and the night before that.
and the entire week before that.
every repetitive response felt like a door closing in your face with such gentleness you couldn't even be angry.
you felt a familiar knot twisting in your stomach. that quiet panic that told you you're slowly becoming invisible to the person who used to see you clearest.
used to.
you prayed not. not your hee.
he was the only one who saw you at your lowest, who held you when the rest of the world felt too loud. that one rare constant in a life that felt like an unpredictable maze.
he was the person who knew exactly how you took your tea when your chest felt too tight to breathe, the one who would silently drive you around the city for hours without demanding an explanation for your tears.
you had survived so much loss, left holding so many broken pieces of a life you were still trying to glue back together to this day, and he had been the glue.
the constant.
you pulled the blanket tighter around your shoulders, looking at the space between the couch and the kitchen island. it felt like an ocean.
the disagreement hadn't started with a shout; it had started three weeks ago with a missed dinner, a forgotten anniversary plan, and a quiet, "it's fine, you're busy," that you didn't really mean.
you said it because you loved him.
since then it had been a slow painful slide into miscommunication.
your mind had spent the last 21 days spinning in circles, replaying old conversations. trying to pinpoint the exact moment the warmth drained out of the room.
you thought he was pulling away because he was losing interest; he thought you were being distant because you were tired of his schedule.
neither of you asked.
the uncertainty felt like a constant fever, leaving you ultimately exhausted and raw.
you stood up, the friction of the blanket against the fabric of the couch making a soft sound.
heeseung’s hand froze on his mouse, but he still didn't turn around.
the urge to say something, anything to make him snap out of it fought with the utter dread of hearing him confirm your worst fears.
your heart thumped harshly against your ribs. a frantic rhythm that made you feel dizzy.
"i'm going to sleep," you said softly. waiting for just a second to see if he'd ask you to stay.
"okay. goodnight," he murmured, his tone level. completely unreadable.
the utter lack of emotion in his voice made something break inside you. you walked into the bedroom, closing the door just loud enough for him to hear the click of the latch.
it was 2:14 am when the bedroom door finally opened.
the light from the hallway cut a sharp line across the bed before disappearing as heeseung closed the door behind him.
he moved in the dark with the familiarity of someone who knew every square inch of this space. but he hesitated before getting into bed. you caught it.
when he did lie down, he stayed on the absolute edge of his side. the mattress barely dipping under his weight.
you were awake.
staring at the wall, listening to the uneven rhythm of his breathing.
your throat felt dry, and your eyes burned from staring into the dark.
for four years, your bodies used to find each other automatically in the dark. now, the space between you felt deliberate.
the emptiness of the mattress between your bodies felt massive, like a barrier you weren't allowed to cross. your chest hurt with the sheer amount of effort of keeping your breathing steady so he wouldn't know you were crying.
"hee?" you whispered into the dark, unable to take the quiet anymore.
a long pause. you thought he might pretend to be asleep, but then he cleared his throat. "yeah?"
"are we okay?"
the question hung in the air. your stomach dropped, waiting for his answer.
heeseung shifted, the fabric of the sheets rustling. "why wouldn't we be?"
it was the wrong answer. it was the safe, defensive answer that closed the door before the conversation could even start. its the reason this started in the first place.
"because you haven't even looked at me in three days," you said, your voice cracking slightly. the built up frustration of the last month finally leaking through. "because you're here, but you're not actually here. you're just..."
you trailed off. you were at a loss for words.
he let out a sharp, frustrated breath, sitting up in the dark. "i'm working. you know how important this comeback is. i thought you understood that. you said you were fine with it."
"i'm fine with the work, hee... i'm not fine with the absolute silence," you turned around to face him, though you could only see the silhouette of his shoulders against the window light.
"you don't talk to me. you just assume i'm angry, so you stay away, which makes me think you don't care anymore. it feels like you're just waiting for me to leave."
"waiting for you to leave?" he repeated. his voice dropping to a strained whisper.
"is that really what you think? i stay away because every time i walk into the room, you look like you want to be anywhere else. it's like you're unhappy. i'm trying to give you space because i don't know what else to do. i feel like everything i do right now is just... wrong. i'm watching you look more and more distant, and i'm just trying not to make it worse."
the raw honesty of his words echoed through the room, cutting through weeks of built up hatred.
he thought you wanted space. you thought he was abandoning you.
you looked at his slumped outline, the weight of the last month finally crashing down on both of you.
the miscommunication had dug a trench so deep between you that you'd both given up trying to reach across it.
ultimately assuming the other had already let go.
"i'm not tired of you," you said, the tears finally slipping down your cheeks, silent and hot. you were far too exhausted to fight it.
"i was just lonely, hee. i missed you so much, and you felt so far away."
the silence returned. but it was a different kind of silence.
heeseung dropped his head into his hands, his fingers tangling in his dark hair.
his shoulders were tense.
shaking slightly with the weight of everything he’d been keeping inside.
"four years," he muttered into his palms, his voice thick with a sudden exhaustion.
"we've been together for four years, and i still managed to completely mess this up."
you sat up, the anger draining out of you just as quickly as it had arrived. leaving behind nothing but an aching need to be close to him again.
"you didn't mess it up," you said softly, breaking the distance between you and crawling across the mattress.
your fingers brushed his wrist and he flinched slightly before completely giving in.
he caught your hand, his grip almost painfully tight. he pulled your hand up, pressing his cheek against your knuckles.
"i'm just... so tired," he whispered, and you could hear the absolute sincerity, the sheer terror of losing what you’ve built, vibrating in his chest. "im just so tired of everything...but not you. never you."
he shifted closer, sliding across the deliberate distance he had kept all night until his forehead was resting against your shoulder delicately.
"i'm sorry," he murmured against your skin.
his hands wrapping completely around your waist now, pulling you into his lap until there was no space left between you at all.
"i'm sorry for being stubborn. for hiding behind my computer because it was easier than admitting i was overwhelmed. im so sorry for everything. please don't look at me like that again."
you slid your fingers through his hair, untangling the knots. simultaneously feeling the tension slowly melt out of him as you held him close.
"like what?"
"like you think i dont love you anymore," he said softly, his voice muffled against your neck.
he stayed like that for a long time, just breathing you in, his arms locked around you.
the cold vibes that had filled the apartment for weeks finally began to dissolve; replaced by the familiar warmth of his skin.
"i missed you too, baby," he murmured after a while, his voice gentle and full of relief. "so,so much."
he pulled back just enough to look at you, his thumb brushing away the damp trail of tears on your cheek before he leaned in to press a soft kiss to your forehead, then your cheeks, not minding the slight dampness.
his fingers locked tightly with yours between your pillows.
he didn't let go of you for the rest of the night.
╰┈➤ : ̗̀➛ authors note: genuinely had sm fun writing thiss !! i think i like writing angst lmfao
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~pairing: husband! jake x reader ₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊ - fluff, in which you and jake have a 2 year old son called yejun, reader gets ragebaited, uhh idk what else lmfao
i havent proofread this so sorry if there are any spelling mistakes !!
୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅
it was one of those mornings where absolutely everything that could go wrong, did go wrong. and you were truly being tested to your absolute limits.
it all started at 7 am.
you were standing in the kitchen, barely awake, waiting for the kettle to boil so you could have a much needed cup of tea before diving into your work for the day.
then the chaos erupted all at once.
jake, who was usually your sweet and helpful husband was apparently a bit too clumsy this morning. he was trying to carry a giant bowl of cereal to the table while checking his phone at the exact same time.
his foot caught the edge of the rug, and with a dramatic gasp the entire bowl of milk and sugary flakes went flying. it splashed across the kitchen table, dripping down the legs and puddling onto the hardwood floor.
"oh man!! baby i'm so sorry, it just slipped—" jake started, his eyes wide with pure panic as he grabbed a single completely useless paper towel to stop the milk overflow.
before you could even process the sticky mess, layla decided this was the absolute perfect moment to guard the house. a tiny leaf must have blown past the living room window because layla suddenly burst into a massive series of loud, sharp echoey barks.
“woof! woof! woof!” she paced back and forth by the glass, her paws scratching loudly against the floor completely ignoring jake’s frantic commands to hush.
and just to add the final, beautiful cherry on top to the morning craze, a tiny high pitched voice echoed from the hallway bathroom
"appa! APPA!" yejun yelled from the top of his lungs. the two year old was currently sitting proudly on his toddler training toilet afer having successfully completed his morning mission feeling incredibly proud of himself. "appa, clean me! wipe bunny please! APPA! NOW!"
you stood frozen in the middle of the kitchen. milk was dripping onto your floor, layla’s barking was vibrating straight through your skull and your son was screaming for bathroom assistance.
for a split second, you felt like your head was going to expode. you closed your eyes, took a deep, steadying breath and let your intelligence kick in before you actually went insane.
you snapped into reality, knowing exactly what to do.
"jake," you said, your voice completely calm but carrying an undeniable authority that made your husband freeze instantly. "drop the paper towel. go wipe our son."
"yes, captain," jake squeaked, immediately dropping the soggy towel and sprinting down the hallway toward the bathroom to rescue yejun.
you then turned your sharp eyes toward the living room. "layla. leave it. come here."
hearing your firm tone, layla immediately stopped mid bark her ears drooping ever so slightly as she trotted over with a guilty tail wag, then ultimately sitting quietly by your feet.
with the barking silenced and the bathroom situation handled you grabbed the actual mop from the cupboard.
by the time jake emerged from the hallway holding a freshly cleaned smiling yejun in his arms, you had already wiped down the table and were tackling the floor.
jake looked at you, his wife, his eyes full of absolute adoration. he walked over slowly, letting yejun down so the toddler could go pet layla.
he carefully stepped around the wet floor and wrapped his arms tightly around your waist from behind burying his face in your neck.
"you are an actual superhero," jake whispered, kissing your jawline over and over again to make up for his mess. "i don't know how you didn't scream at me."
you let out a long, breathless laugh, your irritation completely melting away as you leaned back against his chest. "trust me, jakey, i wanted to. had to control myself."
yejun toddled back into the kitchen, looking up at his parents with a wide, sweet smile. "mama happy now?" he asked cutely, his little hand patting your leg.
"mama is very happy now, bunny." you smiled softly leaning down to pinch his chubby cheek.
it was pure chaos. you needed a nap. a long one.
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~pairing: husband! jake x reader ₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊ - fluff, in which you and jake have a 2 year old son called yejun, reader gets ragebaited, uhh idk what else lmfao
i havent proofread this so sorry if there are any spelling mistakes !!
୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅
it was one of those mornings where absolutely everything that could go wrong, did go wrong. and you were truly being tested to your absolute limits.
it all started at 7 am.
you were standing in the kitchen, barely awake, waiting for the kettle to boil so you could have a much needed cup of tea before diving into your work for the day.
then the chaos erupted all at once.
jake, who was usually your sweet and helpful husband was apparently a bit too clumsy this morning. he was trying to carry a giant bowl of cereal to the table while checking his phone at the exact same time.
his foot caught the edge of the rug, and with a dramatic gasp the entire bowl of milk and sugary flakes went flying. it splashed across the kitchen table, dripping down the legs and puddling onto the hardwood floor.
"oh man!! baby i'm so sorry, it just slipped—" jake started, his eyes wide with pure panic as he grabbed a single completely useless paper towel to stop the milk overflow.
before you could even process the sticky mess, layla decided this was the absolute perfect moment to guard the house. a tiny leaf must have blown past the living room window because layla suddenly burst into a massive series of loud, sharp echoey barks.
“woof! woof! woof!” she paced back and forth by the glass, her paws scratching loudly against the floor completely ignoring jake’s frantic commands to hush.
and just to add the final, beautiful cherry on top to the morning craze, a tiny high pitched voice echoed from the hallway bathroom
"appa! APPA!" yejun yelled from the top of his lungs. the two year old was currently sitting proudly on his toddler training toilet afer having successfully completed his morning mission feeling incredibly proud of himself. "appa, clean me! wipe bunny please! APPA! NOW!"
you stood frozen in the middle of the kitchen. milk was dripping onto your floor, layla’s barking was vibrating straight through your skull and your son was screaming for bathroom assistance.
for a split second, you felt like your head was going to expode. you closed your eyes, took a deep, steadying breath and let your intelligence kick in before you actually went insane.
you snapped into reality, knowing exactly what to do.
"jake," you said, your voice completely calm but carrying an undeniable authority that made your husband freeze instantly. "drop the paper towel. go wipe our son."
"yes, captain," jake squeaked, immediately dropping the soggy towel and sprinting down the hallway toward the bathroom to rescue yejun.
you then turned your sharp eyes toward the living room. "layla. leave it. come here."
hearing your firm tone, layla immediately stopped mid bark her ears drooping ever so slightly as she trotted over with a guilty tail wag, then ultimately sitting quietly by your feet.
with the barking silenced and the bathroom situation handled you grabbed the actual mop from the cupboard.
by the time jake emerged from the hallway holding a freshly cleaned smiling yejun in his arms, you had already wiped down the table and were tackling the floor.
jake looked at you, his wife, his eyes full of absolute adoration. he walked over slowly, letting yejun down so the toddler could go pet layla.
he carefully stepped around the wet floor and wrapped his arms tightly around your waist from behind burying his face in your neck.
"you are an actual superhero," jake whispered, kissing your jawline over and over again to make up for his mess. "i don't know how you didn't scream at me."
you let out a long, breathless laugh, your irritation completely melting away as you leaned back against his chest. "trust me, jakey, i wanted to. had to control myself."
yejun toddled back into the kitchen, looking up at his parents with a wide, sweet smile. "mama happy now?" he asked cutely, his little hand patting your leg.
"mama is very happy now, bunny." you smiled softly leaning down to pinch his chubby cheek.
it was pure chaos. you needed a nap. a long one.
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~pairing: husband! jake x reader ₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊ - fluff, in which you and jake have a 2 year old son called yejun, reader gets ragebaited, uhh idk what else lmfao
i havent proofread this so sorry if there are any spelling mistakes !!
୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅
it was one of those mornings where absolutely everything that could go wrong, did go wrong. and you were truly being tested to your absolute limits.
it all started at 7 am.
you were standing in the kitchen, barely awake, waiting for the kettle to boil so you could have a much needed cup of tea before diving into your work for the day.
then the chaos erupted all at once.
jake, who was usually your sweet and helpful husband was apparently a bit too clumsy this morning. he was trying to carry a giant bowl of cereal to the table while checking his phone at the exact same time.
his foot caught the edge of the rug, and with a dramatic gasp the entire bowl of milk and sugary flakes went flying. it splashed across the kitchen table, dripping down the legs and puddling onto the hardwood floor.
"oh man!! baby i'm so sorry, it just slipped—" jake started, his eyes wide with pure panic as he grabbed a single completely useless paper towel to stop the milk overflow.
before you could even process the sticky mess, layla decided this was the absolute perfect moment to guard the house. a tiny leaf must have blown past the living room window because layla suddenly burst into a massive series of loud, sharp echoey barks.
“woof! woof! woof!” she paced back and forth by the glass, her paws scratching loudly against the floor completely ignoring jake’s frantic commands to hush.
and just to add the final, beautiful cherry on top to the morning craze, a tiny high pitched voice echoed from the hallway bathroom
"appa! APPA!" yejun yelled from the top of his lungs. the two year old was currently sitting proudly on his toddler training toilet afer having successfully completed his morning mission feeling incredibly proud of himself. "appa, clean me! wipe bunny please! APPA! NOW!"
you stood frozen in the middle of the kitchen. milk was dripping onto your floor, layla’s barking was vibrating straight through your skull and your son was screaming for bathroom assistance.
for a split second, you felt like your head was going to expode. you closed your eyes, took a deep, steadying breath and let your intelligence kick in before you actually went insane.
you snapped into reality, knowing exactly what to do.
"jake," you said, your voice completely calm but carrying an undeniable authority that made your husband freeze instantly. "drop the paper towel. go wipe our son."
"yes, captain," jake squeaked, immediately dropping the soggy towel and sprinting down the hallway toward the bathroom to rescue yejun.
you then turned your sharp eyes toward the living room. "layla. leave it. come here."
hearing your firm tone, layla immediately stopped mid bark her ears drooping ever so slightly as she trotted over with a guilty tail wag, then ultimately sitting quietly by your feet.
with the barking silenced and the bathroom situation handled you grabbed the actual mop from the cupboard.
by the time jake emerged from the hallway holding a freshly cleaned smiling yejun in his arms, you had already wiped down the table and were tackling the floor.
jake looked at you, his wife, his eyes full of absolute adoration. he walked over slowly, letting yejun down so the toddler could go pet layla.
he carefully stepped around the wet floor and wrapped his arms tightly around your waist from behind burying his face in your neck.
"you are an actual superhero," jake whispered, kissing your jawline over and over again to make up for his mess. "i don't know how you didn't scream at me."
you let out a long, breathless laugh, your irritation completely melting away as you leaned back against his chest. "trust me, jakey, i wanted to. had to control myself."
yejun toddled back into the kitchen, looking up at his parents with a wide, sweet smile. "mama happy now?" he asked cutely, his little hand patting your leg.
"mama is very happy now, bunny." you smiled softly leaning down to pinch his chubby cheek.
it was pure chaos. you needed a nap. a long one.
HEESEUNGㅤloves to kiss your neck because he knows the way he does it gets you worked up.
and his hobby— having you on his lap while you tell him about your day. he always pulls you onto him, mindlessly, habitually. with face innocently nuzzled in the crook of your neck because he missed you so much.
innocent until it isn’t; until his hands slip just a little under your top, until his lips start worshipping your neck with slow, sweet kisses.
your breath hitches and he indulges even more. “go on, angel. you know i love hearing you talk,”
your words start blending into nonsense and your boyfriend presses you against himself— he has you exactly how he wants.
JONGSEONGㅤif given the chance, would kiss you anywhere and everywhere, but your lips hold a special place in his heart— even more ever since you two got married.
“stay still,” you order, a tug at his tie as a warning. it is a ritual for you to do his tie every morning while he admires your pretty face.
and jay would never admit but he likes when you get a little bossy with him. “yes ma’am,”
but then his leans in for a kiss— quick and soft— with a proud grin on his face. “jay—” another kiss, you feel him smiling into it. “—let me do your tie—” and another, with his hands on your waist. “park jongseong!”
he kisses you yet again, this time for a little longer. “can’t help it, darling,”
“you’ll be late for work,”
“i’ll tell them i was busy kissing my beautiful wife,” and with that, his lips are over yours all over again.
JAEYUNㅤkisses your belly and thighs like it’s a ritual. don’t get it wrong, he would kiss your anywhere— there is no one favourite place, just a little preference.
your boyfriend has set his alarm for fifteen minutes earlier because he wants to wake up and smother you in kisses— all the way from your cheeks, lips, chest, then staying for a long, long time on your belly.
“gonna miss you, love,” his words everyday as he gets up for work, little complaints whispered against your skin amidst kisses that trail down to your thighs. “should i quit?”
and you laugh— he loves making you laugh the first thing in the morning. “don’t be silly, jake,”
“right,” he plants a chaste kiss to your inner thighs while his eyes stay fixed on yours. “gotta make sure i earn a lot so i can spoil you,”
SUNGHOONㅤkisses your wrist like a promise, like a confession, and like a warm hug from someone who’s entire world is you.
“rough day?” he senses it the second you walk in through the door, shoulders slumped with exhaustion.
you don’t even have to say it, he is already walking to you, helping you out of your coat, putting away your bag, making you comfortable on the couch.
he takes your hand in his ever so gently then kisses your palms, wrist— his lips linger there a few seconds longer— then the other hand before pulling you into a warm embrace.
“missed you,” just two words from you and you know he will stick to your side for the rest of the night.
SUNOOㅤloves smothering your face with kisses, wanting to drown you in love, but your cheeks have his heart.
“you’re—” his hands cup your face, a kiss planted to both your cheeks. “ —so—” and one more. “ —cute,”
you sigh, pointing at your laptop. “i need to finish this—”
“and pretty,” and he cuts you off efficiently with another kiss to your cheek. “time for a break,”
he has it all planned out: cup of nice tea or maybe your favourite snacks and lots of kisses peppered all over your face, especially your cheeks that he holds carefully in his hands like you’re something precious, because you are.
“you work so hard,” another kiss— forehead then cheek, again, while caressing the other with his thumb. and that’s how evenings are with your fiancé, kisses and praises.
JUNGWONㅤalways finds himself gravitating towards the nape of your neck like a moth to the flame.
like always, his hands snake around you from behind, lips immediately falling over the skin of your nape in a gentle kiss. “you smell so good. new perfume?”
a random question, really. he only wants an excuse to hold you for as long as he can. “yes, i got it a few days ago,”
you continue with your post shower routine and he continues to adore you with little kisses, moving down to your shoulders. “you should wear it more,”
and his lips move over your skin with practiced ease, knowing all the spots that make you shiver— you can feel him smirk when he gets a little sound out of you.
he continues with his little ministrations, hands getting a little risky, might have even left a little mark. “wonie!” and before you could complain further, he is already pulling you to bed.
NI-KIㅤmight be taller than you but his favourite thing is to get on his knees and kiss your waist like a ritual.
or pull you between his legs after a long day as he melts on the couch, losing himself with his face buried in your stomach and waist.
“gosh, you’re so amazing,” a soft, quiet praise falls off his lips— he can compliment you all day, all night. “can never get enough of you, baby,”
thread your fingers through his hair and he sighs ever so gently against your skin, lips mapping your skin inch by inch with feathery kisses of love.
when you pull back, he nudges further, nose pressed against your waist— he looks up at you with the cutest eyes. “five minutes more, please,”
Would you do Red and green flags headcanons enhypen ?
enhypen red and green flags ! ────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──────
disclaimer : some of these are based off things the members have said themselves, but a good chunk of these are my own mind , so take it with a grain of salt. thank u ♡
heeseung ₊˚
☆ he's so calm. yes he can be very silly and loud, but when the world already feels heavy on you, coming home to him feels like immediate comfort. some people might think its boring, but to his partners, it's peace.
☆ will share his ramen with you. only with you though. and if he's not sharing, he always makes an extra pack for you. is the type to blow it off for you so you dont burn your mouth. i love him guys
☆ can be hard to read. is he happy? is he upset at you? is he horny? you wouldn't be able to tell by his face. he's not nonchalant, just a little closed off.
☆ because of this, it isn't easy for him to talk about his feelings either. he does get jealous, or upset with you, but he tends to hold things in because he doesn't want to mess anything up.
jay ₊˚
☆ biggest gentleman, very traditional. he pays. he holds the door. he cooks for you. he makes love to you. he's okay if his partner prefers a different way of loving eachother though.
☆ extremely loyal. he was telling people he was married before he even proposed, because he knew you would be his wife one day. he doesn't even pay other women any mind. you're all he needs.
☆ can be really stubborn or hardheaded. its something you love about him, but it doesn't always work in your favor. arguments with him are never heated, but nobody ever wins. however, he is usually the first to apologize.
☆ sometimes he's too logical instead of emotional. you don't always need a logical answer or explanation on why something happened, sometimes you just want comfort from your boyfriend.
jake ₊˚
☆ always shows gratitude. it could be something as small as washing his favorite hoodie. he's showering you in kisses and thank yous. also gives gifts as a thank you, although none of that amounts to how grateful he truly is for you.
☆ everyone knows about you and layla. he can't go long without mentioning one of you. you're his lockscreen, he wakes up everyday to a picture of the both of you— he's obsessed.
☆ doesn't let himself be sad. which leads to him hiding things from you or getting agitated with you for no reason. he's trying his best for you, but it's not easy.
☆ clingy, which can be good but not when it's too much. he's an adult man, he can handle himself but every time you leave his side he's wondering where you're going, getting ready to follow you and include himself in your plans. gets upset when you won't tell him.
sunghoon ₊˚
☆ knows how to make you laugh. you could be having the worst day on earth, and coming home to him will make you feel like it was amazing. he will go out of his way to make a fool of himself, just to see you smile.
☆ treats you like a princess. whatever you need, whatevers wrong, he'll fix it. you're hungry? he's taking you to the fanciest restaurant. your feet hurt? he'll carry you. you hate your job? quit. he has enough money.
☆ really doesn't play about his career. this could be a green and red flag. once he's in his 30s he'll probably be more ready to settle down and focus on his wife, but for now there will be times where you feel like a second option.
☆ doesn't fight off girls who flirt with him. whether he's just oblivious or loving the attention, you may never know. he doesn't stop them though. he does try his best to reassure you.
sunoo ₊˚
☆ literally your best friend in boyfriend form. you guys do everything together. skincare, shopping, cooking, watching movies. literally inseparable, everyone knows you come in a pair.
☆ always looking out for you. if he notices you're getting thin, he'll put extra food on your plate. if you fell asleep with your makeup on, he's coming to bed with wipes so you can sleep comfortably. he loves his baby so bad
☆ can be a little sassy or sarcastic, which is great and even funny at times, but it's not needed all the time, and it has resulted in you being upset because he made you feel stupid. he always says sorry, though.
☆ will leave when you guys argue. he'll busy himself with something else to ignore the fact he's upset and the love of his life probably hates him. meanwhile, you're just concerned on why he's been missing for hours.
jungwon ₊˚
☆ your biggest supporter. you could tell him you wanna be an astronaut, and he'll start helping you look for rocketships. why? because no dream is too big for you in his mind.
☆ knows when to be silly and when to be serious. he can be a clown and a therapist in the same night. this means you two can literally talk about anything for hours.
☆ extremely jealous and possessive, which is some peoples cup of tea! however, he doesn't like when you have male friends, doesn't really like when you go out with your girls either and is always in your business. he can't control what you do, but if you do decide to partake in any of those activities, be ready for an attitude.
☆ sometimes he says things harsher than intended, and then gets confused when your feelings are hurt. he'll even try to argue you down about it. he does eventually apologize, but he's still a little confused on why you're upset.
niki ₊˚
☆ much more loving than people paint him out to be. he does not love you nonchalantly. he posts you, he will tell you how beautiful you are, talk about how much he loves your ass and hold you close in his sleep.
☆ actually kind of mature for his age. he is still young, but he gives great advice. a lot of it he stole from jay, but he's learning and it helps you either way.
☆ doesn't always know when to stop his teasing, but is learning quickly where you draw the line. it took a few arguments and tears for him to understand, though.
☆ instead of explaining why he's upset or even yelling at you, he just becomes quiet and cold, leaving you to guess what you did wrong. eventually he comes to you and apologizes, but it's still a bad feeling.
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a/n: i was gonna wait to post this bc i didnt know how to feel abt posting 3 times in 24hrs 😀 but i really enjoyed this and was way too excited
⋆˚｡ in which they forget the world for a moment, but they never forget you for long.
enha! x reader; fluff
𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆 ⋆
the rain is drumming against the roof of the car, and heeseung is staring intensely at the gps.
he’s been driving for forty minutes, convinced he can find that specific viewpoint he saw online without using the main roads.
“i know it’s the next right,” he mutters, his fingers tapping the steering wheel in rhythm with his thoughts.
you’re in the passenger seat, having finished your snack ten minutes ago, just watching the raindrops race down the glass.
you’ve suggested turning back twice, but he’s in “challenge mode.”
he’s so focused on the road, on the map, on the "mission," that he doesn't notice you’ve gone quiet.
it isn't until he hits a dead end that he finally sighs and looks over.
you’re leaning your head against the window, drawing little hearts in the condensation, looking a little bit lonely.
the realization hits him like a cold breeze. he spent the whole "date" talking to himself and the car.
“hey,” he says, his voice dropping an octave as he reaches over to take your hand.
you look at him, giving a small, tired smile. “find it?”
“no,” he says softly, bringing your knuckles to his lips. “and i don’t care anymore. let’s just go get some hot chocolate and talk. i’m sorry for being stubborn.”
he doesn't let go of your hand for the entire drive back.
𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐉𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐆 ✧
you’re at a high-end department store, and jay is currently holding up two different shades of black trousers like they’re ancient artifacts.
“the drape on this one is better for the silhouette, but the texture of the other…” he trails off, walking over to a three-way mirror.
you’re standing by a mannequin, holding his shopping bag, watching him enter his "fashion professor" persona.
he’s talking to the sales associate more than you, debating fabrics and stitching.
it’s been an hour. your feet are starting to ache in your shoes.
you eventually just find a small stool in the corner and sit down, scrolling through your phone to pass the time.
jay finally decides on a pair and turns around to ask your opinion one last time.
he sees you tucked away in the corner, looking small and a little bit left out of the excitement.
his smug, "fashion-forward" energy vanishes instantly. he walks over, ignores the clothes, and crouches down in front of you.
“i did it again, didn't i?” he asks, looking genuinely annoyed at himself.
you shrug. “you’re just passionate, jay.”
he groans, taking the heavy bag from your hand and replacing it with his own.
“i’m an idiot. we’re leaving. i’m taking you to that cafe you like, and we aren't talking about clothes for the rest of the day.”
𝐒𝐈𝐌 𝐉𝐀𝐄𝐘𝐔𝐍 ⬩
the wind is biting, but jake is determined to show you every single trick layla has learned at the park.
“watch this! layla, stay… stay…”
he’s jogging back and forth, tossing a frisbee, his face flushed pink from the cold and the exercise.
you’re standing by the park bench, hands shoved deep into your pockets, shivering slightly.
jake is so happy, glowing with pride every time layla catches the disc, that you don't want to ruin his mood by complaining about the temperature.
he’s so caught up in the "perfect park day" that he doesn't realize you’ve been standing still in the wind for twenty minutes.
he finally runs back to you, panting and grinning. “did you see that last one? she literally jumped—”
he stops when he sees you shivering, your nose tipped with red. the grin falls immediately.
“wait, you’re freezing,” he says, his voice full of immediate concern.
he’s already unzipping his heavy puffer jacket before you can even protest.
“i’m fine, jake, really—”
“no, you’re not. i was being a dummy,” he mutters, wrapping the warm fabric around your shoulders and pulling you into his side.
he whistles for layla to come back.
“we’re going home. hot ramen and movies. i’m so sorry, i got carried away.”
𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐍 ❅
you’re at the ice rink during a public session, but sunghoon has drifted into "athlete mode."
he promised to teach you how to skate, but he’s currently ten feet away, unconsciously doing perfect crossovers and spins because he saw someone else doing them wrong and felt the need to "correct the vibes."
you’re clinging to the railing, wobbling every time someone zooms past you.
you watch him glide effortlessly, his eyes sharp and focused, looking like a prince on the ice.
but he’s forgotten he’s supposed to be holding your hand.
after a few minutes of trying to move on your own, you just stand there waiting.
sunghoon finishes a sequence and looks around for you, finally spotting you stuck against the boards.
the "cool skater" facade cracks instantly. he skates over so fast he almost loses his balance, sliding to a stop right in front of you.
“did i leave you? i’m so sorry,” he says, his hands flying to your waist to steady you.
his face is filled with a mixture of embarrassment and guilt.
“i got into my head. i’m a terrible teacher.”
you laugh a little, feeling the heat of his hands through your coat.
“it’s okay, you looked cool.”
he shakes his head, lacing his fingers tightly with yours.
“doesn’t matter. i’m not letting go for the rest of the hour. even if i fall, i’m holding onto you.”
𝐊𝐈𝐌 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐎𝐎 ☼
you’re at a cute themed cafe, and the food has just arrived.
it looks incredible, pancakes shaped like bears, colorful drinks the whole thing.
“wait! don’t touch yet!” sunoo says, already reaching for his phone.
he spends the next ten minutes moving the plates, adjusting the lighting, and taking photos from every possible angle.
“tilt the straw that way,” he directs, not looking at you, only at the screen.
you’re hungry, and the pancakes are starting to get cold, but you just sit back and watch him work.
he’s a perfectionist, and he loves his aesthetic.
he’s so focused on capturing the moment that he forgets to actually live in it with you.
he finally gets the "perfect shot" and starts editing it with a focused pout.
he looks up to tell you a funny caption idea, but stops when he sees you just picking at a piece of fruit, looking bored.
his heart sinks. he puts the phone face down on the table immediately.
“i’m the worst,” he says, his eyes wide and full of apology. “the bear is probably cold now because of me.”
he picks up his fork and cuts a piece of the pancake, holding it out to you.
“here. take the first bite. i’m putting the phone in my pocket. i promise.”
and for the rest of the meal, he doesn't even check his notifications.
𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐖𝐎𝐍 ⊹
jungwon is currently "organizing" the playlist for your road trip, but it’s turned into a full scale production.
he’s skipping songs, rearranging the order, and checking the transitions between tracks.
“this one doesn't fit the mood yet,” he mumbles, his brow furrowed as he stares at his phone.
you’re sitting in the passenger seat of the parked car, the engine idling, waiting for him to just hit "play" so you can finally leave.
you’ve tried to start a conversation three times, but he just says “wait, one second” without looking up.
the silence in the car is starting to feel heavy.
jungwon finally finds the perfect song, hits play, and looks up with a triumphant "okay!" then he notices you’re just staring out the windshield, looking a bit deflated.
he looks at the clock and realizes he’s spent fifteen minutes on a playlist instead of just talking to the person sitting right next to him.
he turns the volume down immediately.
“i’m a nerd,” he says quietly, leaning his head against the headrest and looking at you.
“it’s a good playlist, jungwon.”
“it’s a stupid playlist if it makes you sit there in silence,” he counters, his voice soft and sincere.
he reaches over, bumping his shoulder against yours.
“no more phone. talk to me. where do you want to go first?”
𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐀 𝐑𝐈𝐊𝐈 ✦
you’re at an arcade, and ni-ki is currently dominating a dance machine.
a small crowd has gathered to watch him because his feet are moving so fast they’re a blur.
he’s in the zone.
eyes fixed on the screen and body moving with total precision.
you’re standing to the side, holding his jacket, feeling more like a spectator than his date.
he finishes the song with a perfect score, the machine flashing K.O. in bright colors.
he’s grinning, looking for the next song, his adrenaline high.
“did you see that? i beat the record!” he shouts over the music.
but then he sees you standing on the edge of the crowd, looking a bit awkward and tired of the loud noise.
the pro gamer energy drains out of him instantly.
he steps off the platform, ignoring the people waiting for him to play again.
he walks straight to you and takes his jacket back, but only so he can put his arm around your shoulder.
“you want to go get ice cream instead?” he asks, his voice much quieter now.
“don’t you want to beat the next level?”
he shakes his head, looking down at his shoes.
“no. i came here with you, not the machine. i’m sorry for being a show-off.”
he leads you out of the noisy arcade, his grip on your shoulder firm and sweet.
── ∘◦ ⛤ ◦∘ ──, ༺❀༻, ୨୧ ⑅ ୨୧
bruh this took way too long i got so unmotivated at the end but hope ygs liked ittttttt, been so inactive recently due to exams so WISH ME LUCK GUYSSSSS AHHH
<3 @jaesim
