𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐞! she/her / legal age / indian / ♒ / i stan enhypen, seventeen, txt and bts / also pretty interested riize, le sserafim and new jeans! / i listen to like almost everything / jungwon biased / full-time uni student and part-time worker = slow updates :(
𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬! i'm personally comfortable writing most things (smut, angst, fluff) except things like dub-con, mafia, stalking, etc. i also will not stand for any sorts of prejudice or discrimination. this type of hatred will be blocked and removed!
𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬! as i said, i'm in uni hence things do take a while. therefore, while i implore you to request at your leisure, not all things will be taken up! apologies in advance. also i write for fun! not professionally, so mistakes are to be expected. i'm open to feedback/constructive criticism but uh i will admit, i'll probably take it to heart.
hiii!! i love ur writing it’s absolutely adorable 🥹🫶 i was wondering if you could write something about riki & reader and maybe the reader is just a little older than him like a few months to a year? and they are very adamant on giving him his space especially since he has dealt with… so much from older fans. but riki rlly likes the reader and he’s frustrated because he doesn’t want her to think of him like a kid maybe 🤔 but reader likes him back she is just scared bc she feels like what if she makes him uncomfortable? but then it has a happy ending because they talk it out & jungwon helps them 😭🫶 totally understand if u don’t want to take this request! even if u don’t, it’s alright i love ur writing sm
kiss her you fool
pairing: idol!riki nishimura x idol!fem!reader, childhood bsf!yang jungwon x reader
synopsis: riki likes you. you like him. if the maths is right, you should be together. but riki left one variable unaccounted for. or in which riki must get to the bottom of why you are withholding your feelings for him if it's the last thing he does
warnings: reader is a year older, ANGST, mention of c-19, DISGUSTING OLD CREEPY FANS, mentions of sexual harassment, insecurity, problems of young debuting and discrimination, and crying, jealousy, swearing, appearance of riize's anton, riki being an absolute menace but a communication king 😤, romantic confessions, cringe but fluffy, proof-read before dinner soooo ☺️
word count: 2k+ library: enhypen bookshelf
author’s note: it's my first request 😭 i got youuuuuuu. i didn't mean for this to get so um well sappy and sad, got a bit carried away with the 'older fans' thing, but thank you so much for requesting! i hope this is up to par ♡︎ // song rec is titular but not really incorporated
You had made a mistake.
A very big mistake.
Liking Riki Nishimura.
How exactly that happened... well almost four years ago now, in 2020.
The practical shut down of all things physical in the industry. No concerts, no fan meetings, no live performances, restricted filming... the entire world had gone quiet.
Yet, as humans had done since the dawn of time, there was adaptation. Online concerts that were pre-recorded and emphasised stage performances, masked filming with very few staff, well.. masked everything...
And in the midst of all of this, was I-LAND. The survival show that would form a new boy group. The same show that your childhood best friend, Yang Jungwon, was participating in. As his friend, former label mate, and a representative of BigHit, you were very enthusiastic, promoting the show when you could on your lives and consistently voting for him, producing the theme song, even coming on the last episode with your seniors.
Jungwon did it. He got first place. With almost 1.5 million votes. To withhold all your tears that day was a heavy task. You didn't want anyone to think that the votes had been manipulated due to your influence so you had kept a bit quiet about your relation to Jungwon. But you were just so proud.
People eventually found out soon though. Months before ENHYPEN was to debut with the claims that it just made sense that you two were childhood friends.
Along with him came six other people that you would soon make lifelong friends with, Heeseung, Jay, Jake, Sunghoon, Sunoo, and Niki. You debuted quite early and despite being the youngest leader ever to debut and the maknae, friends were hard to come by (surprise surprise). So you welcomed these with open arms. Any friend of Jungwon was going to be a friend of yours.
You cherished all the members in their own ways but you couldn't lie and say Riki wasn't special to you. He reminded you of yourself. So young yet so passionate. Furthermore, he was Japanese. Living in a foreign country by yourself at such at such as young age... it had to be tough.
So in a way, you took him in. By that you meant your mother had basically accepted him as her son and you took care of him as if you were his older sister. You helped him with his Korean, your mother invested into learning Japanese cuisine so he didn't feel too homesick, always sending you with tiffins of food to the company or to the dorm, you stayed by him during the tough times... you made sure that he never felt alone, even for a second. You promised him.
The thing about debuting so young was that it often attracted the wrong type of people. You had gone through it and were still going through it despite turning twenty soon. Older fans... they seemed to love you. Especially, older men. From shouting your name loudly and asking for cute poses at fan signs to genuinely asking to marry you and specifically positioning their cameras at a certain angle to capture under your skirt... It was beyond you.
And Riki was going through the same thing, primarily with older women. Asking to marry him, seeing him shirtless, inappropriate fan fiction... the list of crazy was endless.
But your group and especially ENHYPEN wasn't having any of it. You all tried to the best of your ability to protect Riki but it just never seemed to stop. There were just so many weird people out there. It was infuriating.
You stuck to your promise. You made sure Riki felt safe and you could tell it was working. He was always honest with you, at his most vulnerable. He could share anything with you and he'd feel comfortable. You were the one person closest to him, there was no doubt about it.
But then you had to fuck it up. You got feelings.
You didn't realise it at first. But by the end of last year, you were sure. The long hugs, the stares that lasted a second more than they should've, Riki's abrupt clinginess... all of the mundane things were suddenly making you flustered and open the opportunity to having arrhythmia with all your fluctuating heartbeats.
You weren't sure what to do. It terrified you. How were you any different from the older fans? Well, of course there was a difference. But that year difference between the both of you... it was imposing.
So you did the only thing that made any sense to you. You gave him space.
You thought the space you were giving wasn't too obvious. You just wanted Riki to feel lighter and free.
But he noticed.
Immediately.
Riki noticed your wide smiles were now brief, the fewer texts you shared, the pathetic excuses you made to not hang out as much, the way you never sat with him to eat your mom's food... that the space you gave him was also physical given that you no longer sat right next to him but opted to sit diagonal to him (that way you weren't invading him too much).
Riki wasn't the type to beat around the bush. He directly confronted you. A trait that came naturally to him but was only furthered by the ever so direct Jungwon.
When you told him that you just wanted to give him a bit of space, given that he was older now and the whole plight of dealing with his 'fans'... Riki was in turmoil.
On one hand, an ever small part of him was touched that you cared so much. Not that was a surprise. You had the biggest heart he had ever seen.
But for the most part, he was frustrated. See, the thing was... he liked you too. A lot. Maybe too much for a normal human. It wasn't that you took care of him like a sister (if anything that combination would've made him throw up), but it was just you.
You entirely made him like you. Before he debuted, Riki was a big fan of you. He admired your work and passion, especially for as someone as young as you. Not to mention, he's pretty sure that you're the prettiest person in the entire universe. Never did he think he'd actually meet you. But then you visited I-LAND, twice. Once for the theme song and second for the last episode. And Riki was in awe of you. He couldn't believe it!
But that was nothing in comparison to finding out that he was debuting with ENHYPEN, a group that so happened to have Jungwon, your childhood best friend, and would often meet you to have their songs produced and composed.
And then you took him in.
He remembered it like it was yesterday. Heck, he could never forget it even if he tried.
You found Riki head down, crying alone in the dance practice room and you were immediately by his side. He was having an internal crisis.
It had been a few months since he had debuted and everything was going so well. ENHYPEN was popular. But his Korean was barely up to par, he couldn't keep up with everything that was going on, it was fuzzy in his head, people were commenting on his ethnicity and his looks in ways that discriminated him, he missed authentic Japanese food, he missed his annoying sisters, he missed his dad, his mom... he missed home. God, in that moment, he just wanted to go home.
You sat next to him, listening to all his worries quietly. By the time he was finished, he looked up at you with puffy red eyes that made your heart ache and apologised for burdening you with his problems.
He actually apologised.
For a moment, you were speechless.
So being an experienced person (well a year by age and a few more by career), you did what anyone else would do. Well, you hoped.
You wiped the remaining tears off of his face with your thumb and held his hands with yours. You looked him directly in the eye and told him, "You having nothing to be sorry about, Riki-ah. This... this is all normal to feel. To some extent, I know how you feel. I promise you that you'll get through this. I'll be by your side the entire time, hmm? I'm won't leave you alone. I promise."
With that, you brought him into a hug that he reciprocated. And this was the very moment Riki began to have feelings for you. After all of that and with everything you had done for him, how could he not like you?
Riki's frustration was beginning to peak. Ever since you told him you were giving him space, he had decided to the complete opposite. He was going to be up in your business 24 fucking 7 (if he could).
If you were going to sit away him, Riki would make his hyungs move so he could sit right next to you.
You were too far from him? He'd drag your chair close to him.
Your poor text response rate? Unannounced, Riki would walk into the room, rest his head on your lap, and scroll through TikTok, showing you all the videos he found funny.
But he needed to up his game. They say that flirting is a mastery of sort. It takes time, skill, finesse, if you will. Riki, however, is a fast learner.
"Cute hoodie, noona. But you'd look better in mine."
Backstage, you found him waiting outside your dressing room, on his phone. You sighed, shaking your head. "You're a living nightmare, Riki. You know that?"
Riki looked up from his phone, a smirk tugging away at his lips. His eyes grinned at you with their hanging lids. "So you do dream about me? That's nice to know."
When you gave him your most miffed expression, a soft laugh fell from his lips. "You look so cute when you're mad, noona."
The other time you were at HYBE cafeteria. You had finally given into your stomach's needs after slugging away for hours at a song. You spotted a nice yellow iced cupcake... it was calling your name. Just as you went to pick it up, Riki's hand intervened. His fingers brushed against yours, making you immediately retract your fingers. "R-Riki... yah, I was going to get that."
"I know," Riki said, amused by your flustered expression. "I'm going to get it for you."
Then came RIIZE's Anton. An idol who happened to be the same age, also produced music, also spoke English, had the most softest voice known to mankind, devilishly handsome, tall without stupid vitamins... and happened to be shipped heavily with you by everyone and their mother.
Also known as: Riki's worst enemy.
You were both coming out of the studio when Riki had caught the both of you on the way. From how he saw things, he didn't like it one bit. He didn't like the eye-smile Anton had when he looked at you nor did he like the smile you had at the poor joke he had cracked.
Hands shoved in his pockets, Riki stopped in front of you, interrupting your conversation. "Oh, hey, noona."
"Hmm? Oh, hey, Riki. Anton, this is–"
Completely ignoring the Boston-born but moved to New Jersey whatever-the-fuck guy, Riki just smiled at you. "Noona, you look so pretty today. What's the occasion? Me?"
You went home and screamed in your pillow that day (and apologised profusely to Anton (he said it was okay because anyone with a single brain cell could tell you and Riki were close)).
You had had enough.
The next day you had stomped into the dance practice room with Riki and Jungwon following after you because you had met them just as you were entering. Closing the door, you turned to your childhood friend who was placing his bag down.
With one hand pointing to Riki, "Tell him to stop it."
Jungwon raised a brow, looking at you incredulously. "Stop... what exactly?"
"I– stop... stop this," You stressed when Riki shuffled closer to you.
Jungwon looked at you helplessly. He knew how you felt. But he also know how Riki felt. In fact, he was the one who suggested him to be more obvious with his feelings... resulting in this. Clearly, Riki had misunderstood being obvious with being a bit more invasive. Probably, Jungwon's fault... What you two needed to do was communication.
Just as Jungwon opened his mouth again, he watched you push Riki so he stood a metre away from you. "Stay over there."
So much for communication.
Riki pursed his lips, pretending to ponder your suggestion. He took a step closer to you. "But I want to be next to you."
Your eye twitched in frustration. "Riki!" You cried out, balling your fists around the invisible air with annoyance. "Can't you just stop? I told you... you need space. With everything that's being going on for three years... I'm worried about you."
All the humour that was sported by Riki had disappeared in the matter of seconds. He chewed down on his lip, eyes darting around the room, registering what you had just said. He sucked in a sharp breath. "I'm not a kid, noona. Not anymore. I'm older. I have thoughts. and... I have feelings too."
You blinked, letting out an exasperated sigh. "I know but... I just... I just wanted you to gave some space. Some time to think for yourself as a person. It's important for you."
Riki's tongue poked the inside of his cheek. His eyes fell to you, meeting your tired gaze directly. "You said you'd never leave me alone."
Your eyes suddenly softened at his words while your heart ached. "Riki-ah, I'm not–"
"You promised, noona," Riki whispered, a flash of hurt crossing him. He took a step closer while you took another back. "You're afraid of something."
You furrowed your brows. "W-What? I'm not afraid–" You started to defend yourself but Riki cut you off again, not heeding to the warnings Jungwon was calling out.
"No, you are. What are you so afraid of, noona? Tell me... we can fix together. This time I'll help you," Riki persuaded, still inching towards you.
"Riki," You breathed out. God, you were a mess. All you emotions were everywhere. You didn't know what to think... what to say. "Why are you making this so difficult?"
Riki's hands stretched out, encasing yours with his. "I'm not making anything difficult. I think you're just in denial. In denial that I really like you. In denial that you like me just as much."
Your heart skipped a beat at the sudden confrontation. The guard you had built for the past few weeks had come flying down after taking every hit from Riki. "I... I don't wont you to feel uncomfortable," You confessed, "I don't won't you to feel pressured because I'm older than you... because of everything we've done together."
"Noona, I–" Riki's shoulders fell at your admission. God, the fact you were even thinking of that was entirely disheartening. "I don't feel pressured at all. You could never make me feel uncomfortable. I– you're the only person in the universe who actually makes me feel comfortable. No offence, hyung."
Jungwon raised his hands, gesturing his acceptance and dismissal at the same time.
Riki kept his eyes on you, hands tightening around yours. "I'm grateful for everything you've done for me but that's not the only reason I like you. I wish you could see yourself the way I see you. You might not know it but you welcome everyone with open arms, the most beautiful woman I know, but don't tell my mom that, you're so smart, hardworking, caring... you make me want to be a better person. You make me happy, noona."
You blinked rapidly. Were you dreaming right now? Was this a prank of some sort? You removed your hands from Riki's, using the tips of your fingers to pinch your skin of your wrist. A small yelp slipped past your mouth.
Riki jumped slightly, startled. His hands immediately returned to yours, gently rubbing the affected area. "Noona," He chuckled, "This is real. All of it's real. My feelings for you are real."
"Just making sure," You laughed softly before sighing. A wave of heat washed over you and your mouth felt dry. What were you to say now? How do you respond to something so silly yet so valid?
"You can just say you like me, noona," Riki said, eyes beaming down at you in amusement.
Of course you had said that out loud.
You sucked in a sharp breath, slowly exhaling. "I... I like you, Riki," You mumbled.
Riki narrowed his eyes. "I can't hear you," He teased, grinning from ear to ear.
"Nope, nope." You retracted your hands. "I take it back. I'm taking it back... right now."
Riki laughed, reaching out for your hand, only to pull you into a hug. He lifted you gently, spinning you around with pure happiness rushing into his brain.
"Riki," You cried out, "I'm going to feel sick," You said, even though a full blown smile was on your face.
"It's okay," He retorted back, slowly coming to a stop and putting you back on the floor. "If you do..." His hand darted out to push back your hair behind your ear. "I'll take care of you. I promise."
After a brief minute, Riki turned to the empty area where Jungwon once stood. "Where did hyung go?"
"I think he left after you said I was beautiful," You cooed.
A flush of red tinted Riki's ears and cheeks. He folded his arms, getting defensive. "I... Well... it's true!"
synopsis: in which enhypen are enrolled and on the honour list at princess charm school.
warnings: established relationship, endearments, swearing, cringe cringe, fluff, but i'm so soft for all of them 😭, proofread-ish
library: enhypen bookshelf
author's note: i'm not sure when by the princess treatment kinda got mixed in with dating headcannons. but still! hope this was to your likingggg ♡︎ thank you so much for requesting!
heeseung
there's two sides of princess treatment: the emotional part of it and the royalty part of it. heeseung takes great pleasure in putting extra effort in the latter. he's the extra mile type of guy when it comes to princess treatment.
he takes the royalty part so seriously. like that's his job. what else is supposed to do?
heeseung takes you out shopping, more than happy to sit down to watch you try on clothes. he really gets into it, choosing what clothes he thinks you'll look good in.
if he even catching an inkling that you're having somewhat of a bad day, best believe when you return home, a trail of fresh rose petals lie from your front door and lead you to the bathroom, where you find heeseung lighting some of your favourite candles.
you'd raise a brow, "hee, what's going the occasion? the petals, these candles... is that our record player... in the bathroom?"
heeseung would simply smile. "i thought you sounded sad over the phone so i ran you a bath," he said nonchalantly, shrugging as if this required no effort.
you'd also be leaving a dinner party of a close friend's. both of you and heeseung decided to call it a night but got mildly distracted when the thought of late night ice cream.
the closest ice cream store? a twenty minute walk away. an uber would've made it a mere seven minutes.
but you and heeseung were convinced it was more romantic to walk. so were you going to walk those twelve thousand seconds just to fulfil your craving? yes.
about ten minutes into your journey, you found your feet beginning to ache. you couldn't pinpoint the origin of the pain, possibly your new shoes that you haven't broken in yet or the fact you and heeseung danced for way too long.
heeseung, who was walking next to you, hand intertwined with yours, raised a brow when he felt your head slump on his shoulder. "what's wrong, baby?" he asked, mild concern spreading throughout his voice as you both came to a stop in the empty street.
"my feet hurt, hee. i think i'm getting a blister on the back of my ankle," you sighed, rotating your foot, wincing at the brush of your shoe against your pained skin.
heeseung pursed his lips, barely thinking for a second when he suddenly lifted you up.
a yelp left your lips. "heeseung! what are you doing?!" you shrieked, feet waddling in the air while his arms were tucked under your waist and knees.
"i'm carrying you to the ice cream store. can't have your feet hurting any more, can we?" he said with the most casual tone you had ever heard in your life.
"heeseung," you hissed out, cheeks burning in the dark. "let me down! this is so embarrassing!" you whispered, hitting his back lightly.
heeseung shook his head. "there's no one even here. now stop worrying and relax," he scolded you, laughing lightly at your reaction.
you quickly realised that any attempt of yours to get out of this was futile. sighing, you tried to calm your body despite your keen awareness of heeseung's warm arms holding you tightly to him.
you hung your hands around his neck, staring at his face quietly. heeseung turned slightly, taking a glance at you. "what's going on in that pretty head of yours?"
you smiled, shaking your head in dismissal. you leaned forward, pressing a long kiss to his cheek. "thank you," you said with every ounce of earnestly you had, "i love you, hee."
heeseung smiled in response, thankful that night was so dark, disguising his flustered cheeks. "i love you, sweetheart. more than you'll ever know."
jongseong
the epitome of princess treatment. it's not just secondhand nature to jay. it's innate. genetic, if you will.
before you even began dating, jay was always giving you princess treatment. he's so attentive to everything you do.
before you realised he liked you, you were always catching jay's eyes as he gripped onto to every word that fell from those pretty lips of yours as if your word was his command (it most definitely is). whenever he was making a decision, jay would ask for your opinion, texting you with every passing second if he couldn't be in front of you.
princess treatment, when possible, should be healthy and balanced. but jay can't follow through. not when you're right in front of him.
there's a lot of talk about jay and his black card. not to make it a personality trait, for he is so much more, but when it comes to you, no expense is too big or too little. reminiscent of svt's woozi giving his black card for vernon to buy bubbles, jay would give be taking it out as if he was doing god's work by doing so.
oh you need your nails done? jay's got it.
hair appointment? done.
also, jay thinks 50/50 can go to hell. he is paying for the both of you and that's final. he won't even let you utter a syllable, telling the waiter in advance to take his card.
domestically, jay likes to spoil you by cooking for you, especially if you can't cook to save your life, doing the laundry, making you breakfast before you wake up, taking your chair out for you to sit even if it's just the two of you.
"jay... let me help you," you whined, sitting at the kitchen table and watching him prepare your picnic basket for your outing this morning.
jay hummed, finishing putting his freshly made fruit salad in a container. "you're already helping me, sweetheart. just looking at you makes me feel happy and at ease."
you slumped, pouting as you rested your cheeks on your arm. jay smiled in amusement, his heart doing small little flips. he leaned in across the table, placing a quick peck on your nose. "fine," he relented. "you can help me by taste testing the fruit salad."
you blinked blankly at him before breaking out into a small laugh. "i don't know, jay... that's a really difficult job you got there," you teased.
jay narrowed his eyes at your sarcasm. "keep it up and see how long you have this job for, babe."
you raised your hands in your defence. "whoa... take a chill pill, mister. you're in luck. i happen to be a certified taste tester."
"really?" jay humoured, hands resting on the table as he looked at you with raised brows. "certified by who?"
"the best, most handsome, sweetest, loveliest boyfriend ever?" you suggested, batting your eyelashes coyly.
jay couldn't even suppress the wide smile from breaking out. he nodded in amusement, reaching out to grab your hand. "okay, okay. come on, my certified lover. i do actually need you to taste it."
jaeyun
everything this man does revolves around you.
it's a historical fact.
look it up.
jake is pretty sure he lives for you... that he breathes for you. entirely wrapped up in the belief that you were made for him and he was made for you. in short, a simpleton if you've ever seen one.
his favourite things consist of helping you put your shoes on, especially when you're getting ready for something formal, kissing you at any given time, and constantly holding your hand.
you'll be going to put your shoes on and jake will quickly shove your hands away. "no let me." and as he does them, he'll leave small kisses on your knees or the side of your leg, just as a reminder that he loves you... like a lot.
you could also be in middle of talking to him and jake will suddenly interrupt you by kissing you. when you look at him with furrowed brows and flustered cheeks, he goes: "just because."
you're trying to kill someone... just because?????
jake is also a flower man. it's flower galore up in here. there doesn't need to be an occasion. he just likes giving you flowers. another just because.
you just closed the door to your car and you turned to jake to ask a question, but instead you're greeted with a bouquet of colours. "jake, what the– when did you get those?"
"before we met today. do you like them, baby? they're honeysuckles!"
the eager boba eyes peering at you while he pushes the bouquet towards make you fold an instant. you give him a warm smile, taking them from his hands. "i love them, jake. thank you so much."
later that day you go home and read what honeysuckles symbolise: everlasting love, true happiness, and sweetness and affection.
you smiled so hard that night that your cheeks were hurting the next day.
jake is also very dramatic. if you didn't know before, you know now.
you were both out for a morning walk after being cooped up in the house due to the harsh rain. it was a lot sunnier and brighter this morning, even if the paths were still stained with the rain, it screamed for a walk.
you and jake were both chitchatting, admiring the nature as you walked, when suddenly he brought out his hand over your waist, stopping you. "WAIT!"
now you're standing here baffled, eyes wide with confusion and slight fear because why the fuck is this man screaming so early in the morning? "holy shit– what? what happened, jake?"
jake's brown eyes averted to the path and then you. "there's a puddle."
hold up.
what?
you blinked blankly at him. an awkward laugh slipped past your mouth. "i– okay? and?"
jake sucked in a sharp breath, retracting his hand from your waist and instead holding it out to you. "give me your hand."
you raised a brow, slowly giving him your hand without thinking too much. you watched as jake leaped over the puddle and waited for you to carefully walk over it with your hand in his.
you gave him an incredulous look which only made him give you an impatient one in return. sighing, you stretched out your leg, just avoiding the puddle as jake pulled you into him.
jake wrapped his arms around your waist. "see? you're all dry. isn't that better?" he whispered, briefly kissing your forehead.
you found it difficult to bite back the smile eating away at you. you shook your head, laughing quietly to yourself. "you're a cheeseball, jake. you know that?"
jake grinned at your words, hands tightening around you. "your cheeseball, you mean."
you blinked, peering at him through your lashes. "yes," you agreed. "my cheeseball."
am i... delusional? 🤭🤧 (don't answer that!)
sunghoon
sunghoon's princess treatment is for you and only you. only you see it and only you get to experience it.
whenever, it's just the two of you, the side of sunghoon you see is almost unbelievable. alone in an elevator with all the space in the world, yet sunghoon can only cling to you, hand constantly around your waist. or when you're in the car, his hand rests on your leg because it's only secondhand nature.
sunghoon, however, does have his public moments. he always has an umbrella just in case and it's big enough for the both of you. but every time it suddenly starts to pour down and sunghoon opens the umbrella, he only puts it on you. he doesn't really care if he's soaked in rain one day and sick the next, as long as you're fine and dry, he's a happy guy.
to be honest, sunghoon isn't that talkative of a guy. but for you, if you can't say something or order something, he'll hundred percent do it for you. or if someone says something bad or upsetting, trust, sunghoon is going to be on their ass about it: ice cold glare and a whole lot of things to suddenly say.
sunghoon's favourite form of princess treatment, however, is helping you get ready in the morning. like honestly, you don't need it. you seem to have everything sorted. but sunghoon can't help it. the urge to help you is a need not a want.
you and sunghoon would both wake up, particularly unbothered by everything. after ten minutes of you staring at each other and smiling like idiots, you decide to get out and take a shower. by the time you finish, sunghoon is still lounging in bed, only coming out of the sheets when you were standing in front of your mirror in your selected clothes for the day.
as he does every morning, sunghoon would take off the towel wrapped around your head and put it aside. he'd comb your hair (under the insistence that it was better than brushing your hair), gently taking out any knots before helping you blow dry it.
amongst all of this, you're just smiling at sunghoon through the mirror. he doesn't really see you since he's so focused on helping you get ready.
to be honest, even though he has a younger sister, he didn't really learn anything from her when it came to hairstyles. but this cutie decided to spend his time trying out different hairstyles. he tried them on his sister and you, whenever he had the time. so every morning, sunghoon would ask you what you wanted and he'd be more than happy to serve.
if you thought it ended here... well, you're wrong.
makeup... whether you wanted to go all out or just put some lipbalm on, sunghoon would put himself in harms way just to do it. he loves everything about it. the intimacy, the proximity, your reaction, how pretty you look afterwards... everything.
needless to say, you love being sunghoon's princess.
seonwoo
listen... everyone and their mother knows about seonwoo's princess aka you.
why?
his personal instagram account was practically a fanstagram of you. seonwoo spent a lot of time, posting about you, you and him, and then you again.
for most of your time together, you expect it to be documented in some shape or form. seonwoo liked to take mirror selfies with you or post pictures of you on your dates together. even if your face wasn't in it, he liked to post it.
seonwoo's favourite, however? candid photos.
he can't verbally express how much he loves them. so seonwoo just posts a bunch instead. he's just in awe. because how do you look so pretty all the time? why do you make him suffer in such a sweetly evil way?
seonwoo also throws all of his skepticism and doubt away when he's with you. he will do anything for you and try anything. he always always lets you pick what to watch. he doesn't care what it is as long as you're happy.
another flower guy. but instead, he'd rather border on getting yelled at by a stranger for picking flowers from their garden rather than just going to a florist. seonwoo, by that point, decided to just pick up gardening as a hobby. it's not the cleanest hobby in the world which freaks him out time to time but it's totally worth it in the end when he sees your smile.
seonwoo also never ever ever lets you carry your own bag. he'll carry your for you or he'll put your stuff in his own bag. he doesn't want you to strain yourself, yk? 🤗
another guy who's a tad bit dramatic. if seonwoo's giving you princess treatment, he is going to be so fucking adamant about it.
for example, you're in the car. you and seonwoo both decided you wanted to go grocery shopping because you're cupboards and fridge were looking a bit empty.
upon arriving to the supermarket, you unbuckle your seatbelt and turn to open the door but seonwoo literally slapped your hand away from the handle.
"what the heck, seonwoo?!" you turned to him with the most baffled expression because seonwoo isn't there anymore. instead, he's fucking running outside of the car to get to your side and open the door for you.
seonwoo would beam down at you as he opened the door, lowkey out of breath from sprinting from one side to another.
you blinked blankly, a small smile creeping onto your face. "you're so whipped," you teased, moving your legs to get out the car,
seonwoo rolled his eyes, grabbing your hand as you got out of the car. closing the car door, he moved his hand, intertwining your fingers together. "you're the one smiling like a kid who woke up on their birthday," he retorted, his own smile teetering on his face.
you pressed your lips together while seonwoo gave you a pointed look, knowing he had caught you. you sighed, resting your head on his shoulder as you walked into the store. "we aren't getting mint chocolate ice cream," you casually said.
seonwoo gaped at you, eyes wide. "okay, okay. i take it back. i'm sorry. you were right," he conceded, pressing a kiss to your cheek. he whispered, "i am so whipped."
jungwon
another epitome of princess treatment guy.
he just likes you so much... how can he not treat you so well?
if jungwon catches you staring at something you like for a while when you both shop together, he'll probably buy it for you when he uses going to the bathroom as an excuse to do so. he enjoys your reaction when you come home from the trip and finish washing up to find the item resting on your bed or dresser.
"what the? wonnie," you gasped, turning your head to the culprit. "how did you know?" you jutted your lip, eyes turning soft at the grinning boy.
jungwon walked towards you, pressing a kiss on your shoulder while his hands naturally found their place around your waist. his chin nestled into your collarbone while he spoke. "you looked like you wanted it, that all."
you were practically speechless. "b-but, that didn't you mean you had to buy it," you said, in complete awe of the kindness of jungwon's heart. you sighed, turning your head to bring him into a long kiss.
unknown fact but acts of service should be jungwon's middle name. if you had any trouble at all with anything, he'd do it for you. freshly done nails and dishes? he had them. the lid on your jam jar sealed a bit too tight?
got a sweet tooth at ten in the evening? jungwon would either take you out or do what he thinks is the best idea: bake you a fresh batch of whatever you wanted. you were the only reason he stocked up on so many ingredients. from brownies and cupcakes to ugly looking macaroons and meringues... anything for you.
another thing jungwon often did was the whole shoe thing. but with a slight change and an addition to go along with it.
you had both just attended a family wedding. you were all having a great time, dancing, chatting, taking pictures, devouring the wedding menu... but all this socialisation took energy and you're social battery was on the brink of dying out.
you were seated at your allocated table when jungwon brought you a glass of water and sat next to you. you gave him a small smile, taking a big gulp of the water.
jungwon raised a brow after eyeing your shoes next to your chair. "sucky shoes?" he guessed.
you sighed, resting your chin in your hand. "sucky shoes," you confirmed by repeating his words. "they're a pain my ass," you mumbled.
jungwon frowned at your misery, soon grabbing your feet to rest them on his lap, capturing your attention. "jungwon, what are you doing?"
"just relax," jungwon whispered softly, bringing his fingers to slowly rub soothing circles into your ankles and feet. you couldn't believe it. he was massaging your feet for you.
you pouted, eyes soft once again. "wonnie," you murmured, unable to follow up with anymore words.
he only smiled gently, continuing. "does that feel better?" jungwon queried after a couple of minutes. you wordlessly nodded, sporting the most thankful expression you could muster for your voice had failed you.
you mended your brows together when you watched jungwon take off his shoes and begin to put them onto your feet. "jungwon-ah, yah, what are you doing? we have to go back out soon." you asked, feeling panicked all of a sudden.
"it's okay," jungwon reassured, "you need shoes that don't suck. besides, i still have socks," he said, wiggling his foot.
your mouth fell open. how on earth did you get so lucky? "jungwon," you called out, making him hum in response as he just finished doing the last shoes. "marry me?" you asked softly.
jungwon blinked, a wide smile sprawling on to his face, dimples popping right out at you. "of course," he responded, "but give me some time and i'll ask you instead, hmm?"
you grinned at his words, nodding. for the rest of the evening, jungwon stood next to you, in his socks, more than happy. as the event came to a close and everyone began to leave, you'd walk out, still in his shoes, as jungwon tangled his fingers with yours, carrying your shoes in the other hand.
👑 -> jungwon 🤧
riki
riki is the definition of princess treatment in combination with young love. you don't know it because he's kind of embarrassed to tell you, but he's always keeping an eye out for you.
riki's already got the basic things covered: opening the door for you at all times, listening to your words with the greatest attention known to mankind, more than willing to hold all the clothes you gathered in the store, covering all the edges of objects so you didn't hurt yourself.
but then there were the moments that made your heart flutter to the point where the both of you had to consider whether you were malfunctioning or not.
you were both walking around town when he'd suddenly stop you. "what's wrong?" you asked.
but riki said nothing. instead he just bent down to the floor after moving in front of you and began tying your shoelaces.
"riki-ah," you chuckled, "you could've told me."
riki shrugged, tying a tight knot. "you should make tight knots," he told you.
"otherwise i'll trip, i know," you teased.
riki shook his head, standing back up, making you furrow your brows. "i can't have you falling for anyone else."
it was so stupid how riki could say the most heart-stopping things so casually. it was infuriating yet it made you flush with embarrassment instead.
but that moment had set in stone that riki always did your laces up when they came undone. something about making sure you were only falling for him.
another day, you were both eating at a cafe. you had ordered some new things to try and you were quite excited, stuffing your face with food. you were about to get riki to try yours when you spotted the frown on his face.
you swallowed your bite, turning your head to him. "riki? what happened? do you not like your food?"
riki remained quite, hand stretching out to pull your chair closer to him. your eyes widened at the sudden proximity. a smile settled down on his face. "that's better."
no because what the fuck? how on earth were you supposed survive this?
and then there was the time it was raining. like pure good rain. not a shower or some light little pelts. rain.
riki isn't as prepared as the others. an umbrella? newsflash! no one is carrying an umbrella all the time. but what riki did have was his cherished leather jacket.
so as the rain pelted down, drenching the both of you and the smell of the earthy hugged you dearly, riki took off of his jacket, raising his arms to cover your head as you both ran together, trying to reach some shade.
"riki!" you squealed, feeling the cold rain stick to your skin. "put it on yourself! you're going to get sick," you scolded.
riki laughed softly, running a hand through his wet hair. he peered down at you, holding the most gentle look in his brown eyes. "it's okay. i just don't want you to get sick."
you both slowed down your run to find any inch of shade. you stared at him while he continued to hold his jacket over your head.
"what?" riki queried, chest rising up and down as the rain continued to trickle down his body.
you stretched out your hands, hanging them around his neck as you pulled him closer to you. you reached up on the tips of your toe and pressed a kiss to his cheek, feeling the coldness of your skin melt against his warmth.
you pulled away while riki looked at you with an unreadable expression. you laughed gently. "nothing," you shrugged, hand reaching out to grab his hand. "now come on! we need to get out of the rain!"
riki blinked blankly, watching you take him with you. he thought his heart stopped.
riki thinks knows that he's entirely in love with you.
My request was the one with the black reader could you at least post a picture of it so I can check to make sure you got it im sorry I'm being so weird about it 😔
ah i see! no problem. here ya go!
i'll try do it when i have the time because i think this is a piece of work that requires a bit more thinking to be perfectly considerate. topics like these, i think as a woc, are a little bit more delicate and more deeper as far as surface level thinking allows so ♡︎ hope you understand! 😊
i'm not quite sure what this pertains to exactly as i've got an influx of requests sitting in my inbox. but i have stated in my 'a little bit about me' section that requests take time because i'm a full-time student and part-time worker and not all of them get completed! if i get the time to write, i tend to do it. otherwise, i don't often get the time to open tumblr every day. i try to keep a balance so i feel healthy i guess.
overall, i'm pretty sure i've gotten your request, esp if i got this. i tend to respond by actually doing the request so hopefully that's when you'll know! but please bare with me! i'm trying 🥹 ♡︎
synopsis: the language of love... so simple yet so profound. especially when you can't muster the courage to tell that special someone. or the subtle ways enha shows they like you.
warnings: fluff, skinship, swearing, mention of a nosebleed, unclear topic of insecurities about looks with riki, kinda cringe but everyone's so flirty (esp, hee, jay, and hoon 🤭), proof read-ish as usual
library: enhypen bookshelf
author's note: this was supposed to take one day but took four because i kept getting called into work shifts that i don't normally do 😭🤧 so i may or may not have gotten a bit lost on the way, bare with me please ♡︎
heeseung
heeseung is someone who likes to spend time with you, quality time if you will. but he's always in internal conflict about it. he loves being with you but when he's with you, he doesn't know how to act. you make him feel like jelly. as if he'd melt by being with you. and the amount of time he'd spend with you made the lines between friends and something more quite blurry.
but the time he likes to spent with you isn't on anything normal or something that occurs everyday like grocery shopping, having lunch together, or watching a movie with you. while of course, he enjoyed those things, heeseung like to make the smallest things that seemed insignificant and unimportant to life heart fluttering.
take for example, the one time you had decided to sit down at a bench in the park with your group of friends. heeseung was next to you when you found a newspaper that had been left behind with an unfinished crossword puzzle.
you weren't really a crossword puzzle type of person but you had a pen in your bag and you figured why not?
the puzzle was ocean themed which lost you even more. but you persevered only to become stuck on the very last word. it was across, intertwining with the 1st word, and seven letters long. the prompt? 'what is a community of organisms that live on or near a 'benthic zone'?'
yup. beyond you.
heeseung, who was talking to sunghoon, noticed your struggle by the pout of your lips, wondering eyes, occasional sighs and the tapping of your pen against your chin. a small smile crept onto his face when you turned to him and asked, "hee, i'm stuck. how do you do this? help me... please?"
who was he to deny such a cute request?
suddenly, he leaned towards you, taking your pen out of your hand. you blinked blankly at the close proximity between the two of you. you could feel the warmth radiate off of him. awkwardly, you rubbed the nape of your neck while heeseung glided the pen across the seven boxes. you couldn't tell what he was writing, eyes focused on the side of his face. he looked beautiful from the side too.
you chewed on your lip, watching him pull back and retract his hand. "you're done?" you asked, bewildered he had figured it out without searching it up.
heeseung hummed, eyes trailing over your face. "nope," he said, "i don't know the answer." he shrugged.
"huh?" you raised a brow, now peering over to the once empty row of squares. you're brows furrowed, trying to read the letters. but once you did, your eyes widened at the seven filled boxes.
URSOQT♡︎
"i–" you turned your head to heeseung to ask him what he meant as a wave of heat taking over your face. but he was already looking at you.
any voice you had had suddenly died down. you pressed your lips together, unable to form any words.
heeseung smiled softly, heart entirely overwhelmed by your reaction. he sighed, breathing in the fresh air before looking over to sunghoon. "don't you just love crosswords?"
sunghoon blinked. "what? hyung, i'm talking about basketball right now. crosswords? what are you on?"
heeseung pursed his lips, turning back to you. "i love crosswords."
see? crosswords... insignificant and not life changing. but ever since that day, you had never gone a second without your heart fluttering when you thought about it.
see? significant and life changing. 🤗
jongseong
jay hated having glasses.
or he hated having poor eyesight which made him have glasses.
whatever... it didn't matter. he just hated his glasses. they were a nuisance, always hurting the bridge of his nose and actually rendering him unable to see the face.
to make matters worse, riki and jake loved to tease him about how bad his eyesight actually was by trying them on. it was only a few seconds into wearing them that riki was complaining about sore eyes and the shock of his suddenly blurry vision had finally registered in jake's brain once he wore them. so jay avoided giving people his glasses to try on.
but when it came to you... it was hard to say no.
jay was in his local cafe, just reading his book, determined to get through it even though his brain was telling him to take an afternoon nap. also because he was meeting you soon and he was more determined to stay awake for that.
he had come early because he didn't want to keep you waiting, even for a second. but he had become so engrossed in his book, jay didn't even realise you had finally arrived.
"peekaboo. guess who? " suddenly, as jay was reading, your hands hovered over his glasses, covering his vision.
a smile automatically came to his face while jay rested his book down on the table. "is it the most prettiest girl in the universe?"
your eyes widened at his words, pulling your hands quickly back to you. your cheeks flushed while you cleared your throat, taking a seat next to him.
jay watched you try to dismiss his words but you didn't know what to say. and call it a bit odd, but jay loved it.
you blinked at his face, tilting your head, making jay raise a brow. suddenly it was his turn to be nervous when you leaned in and took his glasses gently off of his face. he could feel your hot breath from this close proximity. oh how he wished he could close in just a few more centimetres.
"can i try these on?" you queried.
jay slowly nodded, watching you first look through the lenses. you squinted at the wave of blurriness. "christ," you mumbled, trying to blink it away. "jay, you really can't see," you teased before gliding the frames onto your face.
jay needed to look away, taking anything as a distraction because he wasn't sure if he could handle seeing you wear his glasses.
you scrunched your nose at the heavy weight. you tapped jay's shoulder, trying to get his attention. "jay, look! i can't even see anything with these on."
jay internally cursed, slowly moving his head back to it's original position. he paused at the sight.
the thing was, jay already found you extremely adorable. there was just so much to like about you. the look on your face when you tried to be mad or when you needed to concentrate. or when you meet up and both realise you were wearing matching clothing. or whenever you saw stray kittens and puppies when it rained and you would sacrifice your umbrella just so they could have some shade and keep warm.
in the nicest way possible, you were terrible for his heart.
but watching you wear his glasses... it was so simple and stupid but it made his heart flip a million times more. you looked good in his things. a fact of the universe.
jay smiled softly, observing you take them off once your head started to throb.
"it's okay. they look better on you anyways," you told him, leaning in again to carefully put them back on his face.
jay's heart was now slamming against his chest. in his vision, he could see you use your index finger to nestle the glasses onto his nose bridge. "there," you said, "handsome as ever."
jay blinked, trying to calm his racing heart with subtle deep breaths.
he needed to confess... soon.
jaeyun
you know how quality time is a love language? well, it's a language that jake knows off by heart ever since he met you.
unlike heeseung, he wasn't entirely fixated on the small things. he liked doing the daily things with you like your morning hot chocolate run, going shopping with you, having a fixed lunch (date) everyday... it guaranteed him his daily dose of you and vice versa.
even if you were doing nothing, jake liked to hang out. just watching tiktoks on your phone or tv shows together, trying a new recipe you found, or even going on a picnic was enough for jake (and you).
take now for example. you were hanging out in the library for god's sake. you had an assignment to finish (mostly because you had pushed it so far that you had almost entirely forgotten it). despite you telling jake that it was literally going to take you hours because it took you thirty minutes to half-ass an introduction, he was all like, "it's fine. i have nothing to do any way."
like ??? what do you mean you have nothing to do? you could think of twenty things that were better than this. and that was just off the top of your head.
you'd like to think that you were getting a lot done, considering a few hours had passed and it seemed like there were a lot of words on your screen.
however, reality is not that kind.
instead, you had only written 600 words of your 2000 word essay and mostly focused on the fact that jake was spending him time... by staring at you.
"jake... i can't focus if you keep looking at me. i told you to go do something else more fun," you uttered, not peeling your eyes away from the screen.
"but this is fun. for your information, i find the fact that you find me more interesting than your essay really fun," jake smiled, leaning on his arm while he sat across you.
you blinked blankly at your screen. what were you writing again? "well now... now you're just twisting my words," you mumbled, feeling a wave of warmth scatter across the back of your neck.
suddenly a ding echoed from your phone making the both of you jump. you quickly ushered your phone to yourself, forgetting to silent your phone when you had entered. your eyes flickered over the notification and upon registering it, your face dropped.
jake raised a brow. "who is it?"
"it's my mum, shit i forgot," you sighed. "i have to go run errands for her. sorry, jake. at least you can find something fun to do now. see you!"
jake watched you quickly pack your stuff up, suddenly processing that you were leaving with out him.
you were just heading out of the library, standing up from your table when you felt a tug on your wrist. your eyes fell to your hand and then up to jake. you peered with a curious gaze.
"wait for me," jake told you, jacket half shrugged on. he sighed at your confused expression. "i'm coming with you, obviously."
"jake, seriously, it's fine," you laughed softly as he struggled to gather his things.
jake turned to you, sporting the uttermost serious expression you had ever seen on his face. "you don't get it... i cancel my other plans to spend time with you. sweetheart, there is literally nothing else i'd rather do than be with you."
oh.
your eyes widened. the endearment... the obviousness of it all...
you gave a small sigh, shaking your head slightly before letting a warm smile sprawl onto your face. "well come on then."
jake grinned, taking his bag off of the chair next to him. "this is gonna be great! especially because i haven't seen your mum in ages."
you raised a brow as you both walked together. "jake, you literally saw her three days ago."
"my point exactly."
sunghoon
to be honest, sunghoon doesn't necessarily exhibit the fact he likes you. because he doesn't really know how to. he preferred to keep his feelings at bay, more than content with being friends with you instead of ruining your relationship. and maybe... just maybe his feelings for you would go away.
but that preference was short lived when sunghoon realised he couldn't really control himself around you any longer. he'd find himself caring about all the small things.
every time he talked to you and he caught your smile when you were happily talking about the things you loved, sunghoon had to force himself to turn his head away and hide his own smile.
one time you hit your nose and dramatically made a big deal about it. it was amusing until sunghoon actually saw blood and the panic cross your eyes. now sunghoon naturally covered all the sharp and blunt corners and objects that you could possibly hurt yourself with when you were both walking together while making sure you walked on the inside of the road rather than near the cars or poles.
his friends even noticed. especially when he'd laugh at a tiktok you were showing him but they showed the exact one to him days before and sunghoon didn't even utter a word.
in summary: sunghoon liked you way too much.
and it was getting harder to contain his feelings.
"sunghoon-ah?" you called out, looking at your phone.
sunghoon, who was laying next to you on a picnic blanket, discreetly looking at you the entire time and revelling in the idyllic nature, hummed in response.
"what do you think about this guy for me?"
sunghoon squinted as you showed him your phone. a small huff of amusement fell from his lips. "why? does he have a crush on you or something?" he joked, briefly glancing at the phone, not even hiding his uninterest.
you rolled your eyes, taking your phone back. leave it up to sunghoon to take things so half-heartedly. "no... it's just that my friend is trying to set me up with someone–"
suddenly the phone was taken out of your hands. now fully attentive, sunghoon eyed the photo on your phone. he furrowed his brows, making you question him. "sunghoon?"
he sucked his teeth and tilted his head, pondering. "but don't i look better than this guy?"
you blinked rapidly, at a lost for words. sunghoon wasn't ever this straightforward with you. nor did he flirt subtly. in all the time you had known him, you had known him to be a sweet and caring person underneath all that evasiveness (all of which you'd come to really like, not that you'd ever tell him). but he'd never voice these things to you...
you broke out into a small smile with a quiet hum. "i guess you are better looking," you shrugged with feigned nonchalance, averting your eyes to anywhere else in the park.
sunghoon looked at your flushed state and smiled to himself. he nodded, mostly to himself, as he returned your phone. "yeah," he agreed with red ears, "i'm a lot better looking."
seonwoo
when seonwoo realised he liked you, at first he did nothing about it. what was he even going to do? tell you? ha! what a joke!
but after encountering several other people asking him for your number or socials, seonwoo realised he needed to up his game. make it more obvious. like really obvious.
so the first thing he did? he confessed.
you being you, you thought he was playing a joke on you. because why on earth would the kim seonwoo like you? this was the real world not la-la-la land.
seonwoo could barely register that fact that you thought he was joking. so he made it his mission to bring it up as often as he could. but not so much that you'd get fed up.
like you had just begun watching a drama that had finished a few weeks ago and seonwoo had decided to join you. you were so obsessed with it that you kept bringing it up when you could. one day, you were telling him about a part you saw when he briefly fell asleep and he says casually, “i know.”
and you’re like ??? “seonwoo, you fell asleep. what do you mean you know?”
he’d look at you and say, “i already watched all of it.”
you blinked blankly. “i– w-what? then why would you watch it again? isn’t that like a waste of time?”
“because you wanted to and because i like you. do i need any other reason?”
ohhhhhh
or on any random day, seonwoo would walk into your room and smile widely while holding up two matching items. "look what i got!”
you’d look up and press your lips together. “more matching keychains? not that i'm complaining but seonwoo.. i have like twenty of these because of you. the whole point of keychains is to actually use them not swap them out every other day.”
seonwoo would pout. “b-but each one shows how much i like you.”
you blankly look at him before slamming your head into your pillows, hiding your flushed cheeks. "ugh, seonwoo, why are you like this?" you grumbled, fighting between the urge to cringe or crumble.
seonwoo would be attaching the new keychains he brought to your already packed bag. "because i'm amazing," he'd say, "and because i like you."
your last straw was picked when you were trying to do something a simple as show him a video you found on your phone during your absentminded scrolling. "seonwoo, watch this."
seonwoo leaned in next to you, eyes momentarily on the phone before resting on you for most of the video.
you were grinning at the video of cute puppies before realising seonwoo was looking at you instead. "i– are you watching?" you queried, suddenly feeling self conscious all of a sudden
"hmm?" seonwoo blinked, moving his eyes back to the screen. "oh... yeah."
"seonwoo," you whined. "you need to stop that."
"stop what? looking at you. but that's like normal," seonwoo raised a brow.
"no, stop looking at me like that."
"like what?" seonwoo egged on. "like my entire world is in front of me?"
you sucked in a sharp breath, giving him a pointed look.
seonwoo held your gaze, responding earnestly. "does it make you feel uncomfortable? if it does... i'll stop. it'll be hard but i'll do it."
you chewed your bottom lip, spotting the dismay in his boba eyes. "no. it's okay. i like it."
a surge of relief wavered throughout you when a wide smile appeared back onto his face. "good," sunoo beamed, "i'm glad."
jungwon
jungwon was as direct as some get. if he had something to say, he'd say it. this persona, however, did not apply to two things: when someone asked him if he liked the food he was eating when he didn't or when it came to you.
jungwon didn't really know how it happened but he seemed to lose all senses and all the ability to speak when he was around you. that's when he realised he liked you.
every time you were with each other, a majority of it was in this comforting silence with the occasional side conversation. but if you minded, you didn't say anything. you seemed to enjoy the peace that always stemmed when you two were together.
that was one of those things that made jungwon find it difficult to communicate his feelings with you. with every passing day, he'd return home with something else he liked about you.
one day you were hanging out with your friend group. the sun was setting, it was warm out despite the slight breeze. jungwon was talking to his friend on his right when he realised he hadn't heard your voice in a while. he turned to you, only to find you resting your eyes, absorbing the peaceful atmosphere while your hair danced with the wind. that day, jungwon went home realising he really liked seeing you at peace.
another day, jungwon found out that you were really good at remembering the small things and how attached you got to them. he was in your room for the first time and you went to grab some water. his eyes skimmed the room, stopping on the shelf that was littered with some of the most random items: old movie tickets, beads, coins, and even a heart-shaped pebble.
you came back into the room, settling the cups of water down on your desk. "what are you looking at? ah, you found the shelf."
jungwon curiously turned to you, eyes still stuck on the shelf. "what is all of this?" his voice barely above a whisper.
"memories," you murmured softly. you walked next to him, gingerly picking the pebble off of the wood and showed it to jungwon. "you don't remember this one?"
jungwon raised a brow, trying to scavenge his brain for this pebble. after a lot of nothingness, it struck him! "oh my god, this is not the same rock we saw at beach last year, is it?" you had both found it hiding in the sand after you trailed away from the others.
"ding ding! a point for yang jungwon!" you confirmed, a small smile teetering on your face.
jungwon looked at you wordlessly. he didn't know what to say. if he thought about it, a lot of that shelf had him on it. the movie tickets, the coins he found on the road, the teddy bear he brought you for your birthday... you had kept everything.
after that day, jungwon knew he needed to make things a tad bit more obvious. at least in his perspective. so he showed you in a way that didn't have him talking too much: acts of service.
jungwon knew you ordered your coffee every morning so he'd bring it with him every time you met. he always kept a hoodie for you because you always got cold easily. always call you when you were on the bus or getting a ride to make sure you reached home safely. opening stubborn packs of food when you couldn't. always having medicine on hand when you felt unwell.
jungwon would basically drop everything for you. and he'd think he was doing it sooo discreetly but you noticed, embarrassing him when you pointed it out.
"you're just so thoughtful, so i wanted to show you that i also think about you too.. like a lot."
(future) boyfriend goals indeed. 🤭
riki
similar to seonwoo, in an strange way, riki was direct. strange because this only occurred when he had a point to prove. call it what you want... youth or the journey of maturity, but if he wanted to let you know something, he'd say it. in summary: for you, an attention seek.
while riki was competitive, he never really competed with a person one-on-one. it was rather a battle of what he could do rather than him by himself. like he'd rather find out he's better by acing them in a basketball match or something.
yet, when both of you were hanging out with your friends in a pet cafe to relieve some stress, riki found himself competing with the worker who had been staring at you ever since you took a step into the place.
how was riki going to resolve this you ask? (or win, in this case?)
by trying to get as many pets around him as he could. see, riki knew you cherished animals. any time you were near one, you'd always have to stop to look, talk, and ensure they were safe. riki found it endearing. so if all the animals in the cafe loved him and not the the guy who literally works there, then not only has he won over the animals and the worker, but most importantly, he's won your heart (vicariously through animals, of course).
the only problem? as mentioned, the guy worked there. and while the one shiba inu in the cafe seemed to adore riki, the rest were in the hands of the freaking worker! and right beside him was you.
riki whisper-yelled your name, capturing your attention. "look at this!"
you turned to find the same young shiba inu, the one you had been fawning over the moment you saw him, sleeping in riki's lap. your eyes softened at the sight of them together. cuteness with cuteness... just your luck. you reached for the phone in the pocket of your jacket.
riki paused briefly, realising you had snapped a sneaky photo of him and the puppy. discreetly, his eyes took a moment to savour the awkward realisation on the worker's face. a small smug grin made it's way onto his face. he was on your camera roll. he won.
but this type of stuff was tame in comparison to what riki pulled the other day.
you were at his house, waiting for him to get ready so you could watch a new movie in the cinema. riki was hopping out, trying to put his sock on when he saw you intently staring at your phone.
a sudden flick to your forehead got your attention.
"ow!" you exclaimed, rubbing your head. "riki, what the hell?"
riki bit back his smile when he saw you pout. "what are you looking at so much that you can't look at me?"
you rolled your eyes, removing your hand from your forehead. "first of all, you're the one taking forever. second of all... it's not really anything, it's just a pretty person. see? don't you think they're like really pretty?" you sucked in a sharp breath, waiting for an answer.
riki furrowed his brows, trying to put his shoes on at the door as you showed him your screen. he eyed the photo before looking back up at you and back at the phone. "you're prettier," he said nonchalantly.
you blinked blankly, slowly raising your phone back to your chest. you were suddenly desperately fighting a wave of fluster from drowning you. you pressed your lips, letting a small huff of amusement slip past your lips. "i don't think that's what other people would say."
riki finished tying his shoelaces, standing up straight. he sighed, taking the phone out of your hands, closing it and putting it into the pocket of your hoodies as he stepped closer to you. his hands moved to hold your cheeks while his brown eyes held yours intently. "it doesn't matter what they think. i think you're prettier. that's all that matters."
your mouth fell open, cheeks warm at his sudden touch. it was as if all the words you had ever learned or read had flown right from your brain and dispersed into the air.
removing his hands from your face, riki grasped your hand tightly. "now come on! we're really going to be late if you keep standing like a gaping fish!"
hiii!! i love ur writing it’s absolutely adorable 🥹🫶 i was wondering if you could write something about riki & reader and maybe the reader is just a little older than him like a few months to a year? and they are very adamant on giving him his space especially since he has dealt with… so much from older fans. but riki rlly likes the reader and he’s frustrated because he doesn’t want her to think of him like a kid maybe 🤔 but reader likes him back she is just scared bc she feels like what if she makes him uncomfortable? but then it has a happy ending because they talk it out & jungwon helps them 😭🫶 totally understand if u don’t want to take this request! even if u don’t, it’s alright i love ur writing sm
kiss her you fool
pairing: idol!riki nishimura x idol!fem!reader, childhood bsf!yang jungwon x reader
synopsis: riki likes you. you like him. if the maths is right, you should be together. but riki left one variable unaccounted for. or in which riki must get to the bottom of why you are withholding your feelings for him if it's the last thing he does
warnings: reader is a year older, ANGST, mention of c-19, DISGUSTING OLD CREEPY FANS, mentions of sexual harassment, insecurity, problems of young debuting and discrimination, and crying, jealousy, swearing, appearance of riize's anton, riki being an absolute menace but a communication king 😤, romantic confessions, cringe but fluffy, proof-read before dinner soooo ☺️
word count: 2k+ library: enhypen bookshelf
author’s note: it's my first request 😭 i got youuuuuuu. i didn't mean for this to get so um well sappy and sad, got a bit carried away with the 'older fans' thing, but thank you so much for requesting! i hope this is up to par ♡︎ // song rec is titular but not really incorporated
You had made a mistake.
A very big mistake.
Liking Riki Nishimura.
How exactly that happened... well almost four years ago now, in 2020.
The practical shut down of all things physical in the industry. No concerts, no fan meetings, no live performances, restricted filming... the entire world had gone quiet.
Yet, as humans had done since the dawn of time, there was adaptation. Online concerts that were pre-recorded and emphasised stage performances, masked filming with very few staff, well.. masked everything...
And in the midst of all of this, was I-LAND. The survival show that would form a new boy group. The same show that your childhood best friend, Yang Jungwon, was participating in. As his friend, former label mate, and a representative of BigHit, you were very enthusiastic, promoting the show when you could on your lives and consistently voting for him, producing the theme song, even coming on the last episode with your seniors.
Jungwon did it. He got first place. With almost 1.5 million votes. To withhold all your tears that day was a heavy task. You didn't want anyone to think that the votes had been manipulated due to your influence so you had kept a bit quiet about your relation to Jungwon. But you were just so proud.
People eventually found out soon though. Months before ENHYPEN was to debut with the claims that it just made sense that you two were childhood friends.
Along with him came six other people that you would soon make lifelong friends with, Heeseung, Jay, Jake, Sunghoon, Sunoo, and Niki. You debuted quite early and despite being the youngest leader ever to debut and the maknae, friends were hard to come by (surprise surprise). So you welcomed these with open arms. Any friend of Jungwon was going to be a friend of yours.
You cherished all the members in their own ways but you couldn't lie and say Riki wasn't special to you. He reminded you of yourself. So young yet so passionate. Furthermore, he was Japanese. Living in a foreign country by yourself at such at such as young age... it had to be tough.
So in a way, you took him in. By that you meant your mother had basically accepted him as her son and you took care of him as if you were his older sister. You helped him with his Korean, your mother invested into learning Japanese cuisine so he didn't feel too homesick, always sending you with tiffins of food to the company or to the dorm, you stayed by him during the tough times... you made sure that he never felt alone, even for a second. You promised him.
The thing about debuting so young was that it often attracted the wrong type of people. You had gone through it and were still going through it despite turning twenty soon. Older fans... they seemed to love you. Especially, older men. From shouting your name loudly and asking for cute poses at fan signs to genuinely asking to marry you and specifically positioning their cameras at a certain angle to capture under your skirt... It was beyond you.
And Riki was going through the same thing, primarily with older women. Asking to marry him, seeing him shirtless, inappropriate fan fiction... the list of crazy was endless.
But your group and especially ENHYPEN wasn't having any of it. You all tried to the best of your ability to protect Riki but it just never seemed to stop. There were just so many weird people out there. It was infuriating.
You stuck to your promise. You made sure Riki felt safe and you could tell it was working. He was always honest with you, at his most vulnerable. He could share anything with you and he'd feel comfortable. You were the one person closest to him, there was no doubt about it.
But then you had to fuck it up. You got feelings.
You didn't realise it at first. But by the end of last year, you were sure. The long hugs, the stares that lasted a second more than they should've, Riki's abrupt clinginess... all of the mundane things were suddenly making you flustered and open the opportunity to having arrhythmia with all your fluctuating heartbeats.
You weren't sure what to do. It terrified you. How were you any different from the older fans? Well, of course there was a difference. But that year difference between the both of you... it was imposing.
So you did the only thing that made any sense to you. You gave him space.
You thought the space you were giving wasn't too obvious. You just wanted Riki to feel lighter and free.
But he noticed.
Immediately.
Riki noticed your wide smiles were now brief, the fewer texts you shared, the pathetic excuses you made to not hang out as much, the way you never sat with him to eat your mom's food... that the space you gave him was also physical given that you no longer sat right next to him but opted to sit diagonal to him (that way you weren't invading him too much).
Riki wasn't the type to beat around the bush. He directly confronted you. A trait that came naturally to him but was only furthered by the ever so direct Jungwon.
When you told him that you just wanted to give him a bit of space, given that he was older now and the whole plight of dealing with his 'fans'... Riki was in turmoil.
On one hand, an ever small part of him was touched that you cared so much. Not that was a surprise. You had the biggest heart he had ever seen.
But for the most part, he was frustrated. See, the thing was... he liked you too. A lot. Maybe too much for a normal human. It wasn't that you took care of him like a sister (if anything that combination would've made him throw up), but it was just you.
You entirely made him like you. Before he debuted, Riki was a big fan of you. He admired your work and passion, especially for as someone as young as you. Not to mention, he's pretty sure that you're the prettiest person in the entire universe. Never did he think he'd actually meet you. But then you visited I-LAND, twice. Once for the theme song and second for the last episode. And Riki was in awe of you. He couldn't believe it!
But that was nothing in comparison to finding out that he was debuting with ENHYPEN, a group that so happened to have Jungwon, your childhood best friend, and would often meet you to have their songs produced and composed.
And then you took him in.
He remembered it like it was yesterday. Heck, he could never forget it even if he tried.
You found Riki head down, crying alone in the dance practice room and you were immediately by his side. He was having an internal crisis.
It had been a few months since he had debuted and everything was going so well. ENHYPEN was popular. But his Korean was barely up to par, he couldn't keep up with everything that was going on, it was fuzzy in his head, people were commenting on his ethnicity and his looks in ways that discriminated him, he missed authentic Japanese food, he missed his annoying sisters, he missed his dad, his mom... he missed home. God, in that moment, he just wanted to go home.
You sat next to him, listening to all his worries quietly. By the time he was finished, he looked up at you with puffy red eyes that made your heart ache and apologised for burdening you with his problems.
He actually apologised.
For a moment, you were speechless.
So being an experienced person (well a year by age and a few more by career), you did what anyone else would do. Well, you hoped.
You wiped the remaining tears off of his face with your thumb and held his hands with yours. You looked him directly in the eye and told him, "You having nothing to be sorry about, Riki-ah. This... this is all normal to feel. To some extent, I know how you feel. I promise you that you'll get through this. I'll be by your side the entire time, hmm? I'm won't leave you alone. I promise."
With that, you brought him into a hug that he reciprocated. And this was the very moment Riki began to have feelings for you. After all of that and with everything you had done for him, how could he not like you?
Riki's frustration was beginning to peak. Ever since you told him you were giving him space, he had decided to the complete opposite. He was going to be up in your business 24 fucking 7 (if he could).
If you were going to sit away him, Riki would make his hyungs move so he could sit right next to you.
You were too far from him? He'd drag your chair close to him.
Your poor text response rate? Unannounced, Riki would walk into the room, rest his head on your lap, and scroll through TikTok, showing you all the videos he found funny.
But he needed to up his game. They say that flirting is a mastery of sort. It takes time, skill, finesse, if you will. Riki, however, is a fast learner.
"Cute hoodie, noona. But you'd look better in mine."
Backstage, you found him waiting outside your dressing room, on his phone. You sighed, shaking your head. "You're a living nightmare, Riki. You know that?"
Riki looked up from his phone, a smirk tugging away at his lips. His eyes grinned at you with their hanging lids. "So you do dream about me? That's nice to know."
When you gave him your most miffed expression, a soft laugh fell from his lips. "You look so cute when you're mad, noona."
The other time you were at HYBE cafeteria. You had finally given into your stomach's needs after slugging away for hours at a song. You spotted a nice yellow iced cupcake... it was calling your name. Just as you went to pick it up, Riki's hand intervened. His fingers brushed against yours, making you immediately retract your fingers. "R-Riki... yah, I was going to get that."
"I know," Riki said, amused by your flustered expression. "I'm going to get it for you."
Then came RIIZE's Anton. An idol who happened to be the same age, also produced music, also spoke English, had the most softest voice known to mankind, devilishly handsome, tall without stupid vitamins... and happened to be shipped heavily with you by everyone and their mother.
Also known as: Riki's worst enemy.
You were both coming out of the studio when Riki had caught the both of you on the way. From how he saw things, he didn't like it one bit. He didn't like the eye-smile Anton had when he looked at you nor did he like the smile you had at the poor joke he had cracked.
Hands shoved in his pockets, Riki stopped in front of you, interrupting your conversation. "Oh, hey, noona."
"Hmm? Oh, hey, Riki. Anton, this is–"
Completely ignoring the Boston-born but moved to New Jersey whatever-the-fuck guy, Riki just smiled at you. "Noona, you look so pretty today. What's the occasion? Me?"
You went home and screamed in your pillow that day (and apologised profusely to Anton (he said it was okay because anyone with a single brain cell could tell you and Riki were close)).
You had had enough.
The next day you had stomped into the dance practice room with Riki and Jungwon following after you because you had met them just as you were entering. Closing the door, you turned to your childhood friend who was placing his bag down.
With one hand pointing to Riki, "Tell him to stop it."
Jungwon raised a brow, looking at you incredulously. "Stop... what exactly?"
"I– stop... stop this," You stressed when Riki shuffled closer to you.
Jungwon looked at you helplessly. He knew how you felt. But he also know how Riki felt. In fact, he was the one who suggested him to be more obvious with his feelings... resulting in this. Clearly, Riki had misunderstood being obvious with being a bit more invasive. Probably, Jungwon's fault... What you two needed to do was communication.
Just as Jungwon opened his mouth again, he watched you push Riki so he stood a metre away from you. "Stay over there."
So much for communication.
Riki pursed his lips, pretending to ponder your suggestion. He took a step closer to you. "But I want to be next to you."
Your eye twitched in frustration. "Riki!" You cried out, balling your fists around the invisible air with annoyance. "Can't you just stop? I told you... you need space. With everything that's being going on for three years... I'm worried about you."
All the humour that was sported by Riki had disappeared in the matter of seconds. He chewed down on his lip, eyes darting around the room, registering what you had just said. He sucked in a sharp breath. "I'm not a kid, noona. Not anymore. I'm older. I have thoughts. and... I have feelings too."
You blinked, letting out an exasperated sigh. "I know but... I just... I just wanted you to gave some space. Some time to think for yourself as a person. It's important for you."
Riki's tongue poked the inside of his cheek. His eyes fell to you, meeting your tired gaze directly. "You said you'd never leave me alone."
Your eyes suddenly softened at his words while your heart ached. "Riki-ah, I'm not–"
"You promised, noona," Riki whispered, a flash of hurt crossing him. He took a step closer while you took another back. "You're afraid of something."
You furrowed your brows. "W-What? I'm not afraid–" You started to defend yourself but Riki cut you off again, not heeding to the warnings Jungwon was calling out.
"No, you are. What are you so afraid of, noona? Tell me... we can fix together. This time I'll help you," Riki persuaded, still inching towards you.
"Riki," You breathed out. God, you were a mess. All you emotions were everywhere. You didn't know what to think... what to say. "Why are you making this so difficult?"
Riki's hands stretched out, encasing yours with his. "I'm not making anything difficult. I think you're just in denial. In denial that I really like you. In denial that you like me just as much."
Your heart skipped a beat at the sudden confrontation. The guard you had built for the past few weeks had come flying down after taking every hit from Riki. "I... I don't wont you to feel uncomfortable," You confessed, "I don't won't you to feel pressured because I'm older than you... because of everything we've done together."
"Noona, I–" Riki's shoulders fell at your admission. God, the fact you were even thinking of that was entirely disheartening. "I don't feel pressured at all. You could never make me feel uncomfortable. I– you're the only person in the universe who actually makes me feel comfortable. No offence, hyung."
Jungwon raised his hands, gesturing his acceptance and dismissal at the same time.
Riki kept his eyes on you, hands tightening around yours. "I'm grateful for everything you've done for me but that's not the only reason I like you. I wish you could see yourself the way I see you. You might not know it but you welcome everyone with open arms, the most beautiful woman I know, but don't tell my mom that, you're so smart, hardworking, caring... you make me want to be a better person. You make me happy, noona."
You blinked rapidly. Were you dreaming right now? Was this a prank of some sort? You removed your hands from Riki's, using the tips of your fingers to pinch your skin of your wrist. A small yelp slipped past your mouth.
Riki jumped slightly, startled. His hands immediately returned to yours, gently rubbing the affected area. "Noona," He chuckled, "This is real. All of it's real. My feelings for you are real."
"Just making sure," You laughed softly before sighing. A wave of heat washed over you and your mouth felt dry. What were you to say now? How do you respond to something so silly yet so valid?
"You can just say you like me, noona," Riki said, eyes beaming down at you in amusement.
Of course you had said that out loud.
You sucked in a sharp breath, slowly exhaling. "I... I like you, Riki," You mumbled.
Riki narrowed his eyes. "I can't hear you," He teased, grinning from ear to ear.
"Nope, nope." You retracted your hands. "I take it back. I'm taking it back... right now."
Riki laughed, reaching out for your hand, only to pull you into a hug. He lifted you gently, spinning you around with pure happiness rushing into his brain.
"Riki," You cried out, "I'm going to feel sick," You said, even though a full blown smile was on your face.
"It's okay," He retorted back, slowly coming to a stop and putting you back on the floor. "If you do..." His hand darted out to push back your hair behind your ear. "I'll take care of you. I promise."
After a brief minute, Riki turned to the empty area where Jungwon once stood. "Where did hyung go?"
"I think he left after you said I was beautiful," You cooed.
A flush of red tinted Riki's ears and cheeks. He folded his arms, getting defensive. "I... Well... it's true!"
hiii helloooo your writing is adorable. i am munching on them like a bag of goldfish crackers (/pos). keep it up, also your aesthetic is lovely!! have a good day!!
haha the goldfish crackers got me even though it's not really a thing where i'm from! but thank you so so so much 🤧 !!!! i also hope you have a really really good day too ♡︎
just realised my requests didn't have anonymous asks on 😭 sorry i thought i did. i realise that prevents some people from requesting but i fixed it! ♡︎
synopsis: he watches you put it on and he loves to take it off.
warnings: fluff, skinship, suggestive-ish for hyung line except sunghoon, swearing, humour levels: bad, proof read ig
library: enhypen bookshelf
heeseung
one word. impatient.
heeseung obviously thought you looked good with lip gloss. in fact he thought you looked good in anything. lip balm, lipstick, lip oil, whatever that was... the reason behind it wasn't the product, it was you.
you just had such kissable lips. he had always thought so. even before you got together. heeseung liked you so much to the point any time you'd bring out some lip balm, all his attention would be focused on your lips. it was a bit strange, he couldn't deny that. but heeseung also couldn't help that you were just so captivating. the care you took to put it on, ensuring nothing escaped the borders and if it had, the swipe of your finger that tugged those pretty lips down... god... it was a lot.
honestly, you spent a lot of money on lip products. the reason? heeseung.
that man was always kissing you. on the bus, during your night routine, before bed, when you wake up, when you cleaned the dishes together, after being a part for a mere half hour....
and it wasn't just a peck. no. it was like heeseung was consuming you're entire essence. he would be breathing heavily, hand supporting the back of your neck to bring your closer if possible, kissing you as if he had been waiting a lifetime to do so. small gasps would fall from your lips while he nibbled down slightly, tugging and pulling at what was purely swollen by this point.
you lost more product than you put on. take now for instance because this is how it played out every single time. especially in the case of your stupid lipgloss.
you were getting ready for the day, adding your final touches. heeseung, who was only half dressed, still sporting his sweatpants from the night, had his arms slung around your neck, chin nestling into your collarbone, being his usual clingy morning self as you began to apply your lipgloss.
heeseung, finally registering you were putting on the lip gloss, whispered in your ear. "come on, a little faster, baby."
"hee," you whined, cheeks beginning to burn already. this was it. you could barely get through putting anything on your lips without him urging you to hurry up so he could kiss you. "stop! i always have to reapply because of you. i'm not going to kiss you."
heeseung just smiled softly, leaving gentle kisses on your neck. you sucked in a sharp breath, trying to regain your focus. "why do you make this so difficult?" you mumbled, carefully applying the gloss to your bottom lip.
you could hear a huff of amusement slip out of heeseung's mouth. "you are one to talk... you know how i feel about your lips. yet you torture me every single day."
you suppressed your eye roll at your boyfriend's theatrics. "not my fault you're down so bad."
heeseung poked the inside of his cheek with his tongue, now watching you finish up without a word to say.
you had barely put the wand down let alone in the tube when heeseung's hand gently travelled to your chin, turning your head slightly so he could duck down and bring his lips to yours.
your half-groan and half-squeal turned muffled. your grip around the applicator tightened as you fell victim to the very thing you had been trying to stop. not that you were trying hard or anything. the gasp you released when he nibbled down allowed him to make a mess of you, slipping his tongue in to mix with your own and dance with the rhythm of your heavy pants.
heeseung finally parted, chest rising up and down with heavy breaths. his finger tugged down your bottom lip, only little remnants of your lip gloss dotting it. he sighed with a small smile. "you were right. i am down bad."
jongseong
the first time jay saw you apply lipgloss in a mirror, he was hooked. he only had to see you do it once and the following day, he brought several lipglosses for you.
it was like a side quest for him. every time he gifted you anything, a lip gloss would be on the side. or when you were literally out for groceries, you'd find him in the cosmetics aisle and he'd turn to with a lipgloss on hand. grabbing your hand, he'd pull you closer to him and start to compare the lipgloss in the packaging to your lips. "hmm... i don't know... maybe the red one would be better."
as much as you loved it, you were beginning to complain once your draw began to fill up with several tubes of gloss, covering any other item you had in sight. what were you supposed to do with this much lipgloss? furthermore, they actually had a shelf life.... they expired.
when you brought this up to jay, he gave you the most careless shrug. "i'll just get new ones. besides, all you have to do is put them on. i'll just take it off."
oh?
oh.
jay would also be so fucking sulky if his favourite colour was changed or discontinued. it wouldn't be obvious at first but after finding out, he'd let out little sighs every time you applied a different colour and he'd keep on looking at the expiry date, wishing time would stop.
you did manage to find a dupe, however. and the moment jay saw it, he was over the moon. like thank god and the stars in heaven.
immediately he'd ask you to put it on. and who are you to deny your boyfriend's sweet request? so you opened it and applied the colour, conscious of jay's trailing eyes. the moment the wand went back into the tube, jay grabbed your face, examining your lips with the distance of a hairbreadth.
you felt warm in his grasp, feeling his thumb hover over your lips as if he were tracing them. a satisfied smile washed onto his face, the scrunch of his furrowed brows disappearing. he nodded. "beautiful."
your cheeks tinged with a heated flush. you couldn't help but just give him a long kiss on his lips, parting to find your colour imprinted on him. you grinned, imitating his own tone. "beautiful."
jay rolled his eyes, hand travelling to encircle your waist. your mouth dried at the sudden proximity and the intensity swirling in his brown eyes. "let me show you just how beautiful you are."
STAWPPP 😳🤭
jaeyun
babe. listen. jake will stop everything he's doing if it means getting to watch you put some lipgloss on. sure, there's lip balm. but lip balm is not as pretty as lipgloss is on you.
pretty sure he has a spidey sense for it as well. like at any given time, if he thinks you're about to put on some lipgloss, he'll run right towards you.
you'll be in your room and you got a package the other day. it was some new lipglosses that you wanted to try. jake is in the living room, headphones on full blast, but yet somehow he can hear you open the package he brought from your mailbox.
you've just picked a lipgloss to try on and jake is already dragging the ottoman in the corner of your room to your mirror. "jake? i– where did you come from?"
"i heard you open your package, so," jake shrugged.
you blinked blankly. your hand stretched out to lift the headphones hung around his neck with a finger. "you heard me? with these on? jake, they're noise cancelling."
"i should sue for false advertisement," jake nodded to himself before redirecting his attention to you. his wide eyes flickering back and forth between you and the lip gloss in your hands.
you sighed, shaking your head. you knew exactly what he wanted. he wasn't slick with it. you had caught him several times, purposely placing your lip glosses randomly everywhere. on your bed, on the kitchen counter, next to your phone, next to the sink... the list was endless.
jake intently watched you open the lipgloss, head leaning in naturally. the push of your hand towards him surprised him but he realised quickly that you were fulfilling the question lingering inside his head: the smell of the lipgloss. taking a quick whiff, he noted the feigned berry scent, reminiscent of the warm plum colour it had.
you pushed down your smile at the cute little nod jake did once he was satisfied. taking the wand back, you leaned into your mirror, eyes narrowing and lips pursing.
out of your peripheral, you could see jake do the same, except his teeth were sinking into his bottom lip, far too focused on what you were doing.
his eyes trailed the tip of the applicator. the warm plum colour smeared softly against your pillowy lips, mostly sheer. it had small speckles of glitter from what jake could tell. as you rubbed your lips together, finally bringing in the entire coat, jake could tell he loved this gloss.
it looked amazing on you. or well, you made it look good.
you turned to him, wiggling your eyebrows. "what do you think?" you queried, jutting out your lips for him to see.
jake was at a lost for words. all he could do is grab your face with his hands and place his lips onto yours. your eyes widened at the sudden kiss before closing once you began to melt away at the pure fervour jake had within him. he was consuming you, attempting to get closer to you if he could and seizing any air around you.
you pulled yourself away, taking a big inhale of air. shit...
your eyes fell to the plum colour smudged across jake's lips. you were sure yours looked the same. you could've sworn your heart skipped a beat when a loose grin played on his face. "i love it."
sunghoon
to be honest, sunghoon had never thought about this. like ever. he had never seen it, never mind with someone he really liked, so it didn't really register for him. jake, the most clingy person he knows, talked about it all the time. he was already down bad but whatever this thing was with lipgloss, it had jake go feral. and sunghoon just didn't get it.
like bro, it's just lipgloss? like chill.
sunghoon understood the mundane things. like watching you tuck your hair behind your ears, the way you would chew down on your lip when you were concentrating on something, or the scrunch of your nose when you would squint. he would never admit it to you, or anyone for that matter, but he loved that shit.
this lipgloss thing? eh...
but then he saw it.
sunghoon never really pegged you for a lipgloss person. you were always complaining about your hair getting stuck in your lip balm, which resulted in your tucking your hair behind your ears (a win for him). so he just figured lipgloss wasn't in your kit.
but you two were getting ready for a lunch date and sunghoon saw you whip out the warm pink gloss while he put on his shoes. he forgot all about doing the laces... eyes honing on your lips through the mirror.
now that he had seen it, he couldn't stop looking. he understood it.
it was so intriguing.
the way you had to purse your lips and apply such a pretty colour. the way the light bounced off the shine, glittering occasionally. the care you took... the rubbing of your lips to smear the colour evenly... the little satisfactory nod and smile you sported when you saw yourself fully in the mirror...
fuck, he got it.
after finally finishing his shoes, sunghoon walked up to you, watching you turn around with a wide smile. you wiggled your eyebrows. "how do i look?" you asked, giving a small spin.
sunghoon smiled quietly, mind full of only your lips. he dipped his head down to your cheek, leaving a lingering kiss on the soft surface before pulling back. "pretty."
you smiled at his compliment, your own eyes looking him up and down, hand rubbing his chest gently. you stood on your toes, pressing a quick peck on his cheek as well. "you look pretty too."
your eyes widened at the shiny pink stain on his cheek. "aw shit," you cursed.
sunghoon raised a brow, looking at himself in the mirror. his body paused on the silhouette of your kiss on his skin. he could've sworn his heart was thundering in his chest while a wave of warm washed over him.
you grabbed a fresh wet wipe from your vanity, hand stretching out to wipe off the mark but sunghoon's hand wrapped around your wrist, stopping you.
sunghoon gave a small smile at the confused expression swirling in your eyes. "leave it."
your eyes go big at his words. "b-b-but it's gonna be on your skin? it's so pink and so... obvious..." you told him, voice slowly turning into a whisper as his smile got bigger.
"it's okay," sunghoon murmured, grabbing this wipe out of your hand and resting it on the vanity before intertwining his fingers with yours. "i like it like that."
soft for this type of sunghoon 🥹🤭
seonwoo
listen, seonwoo is the motherfucker that would apply it for you.
don't get him wrong. he loves watching you put lipgloss on. he admired the way you got so into it, blocking out the rest of the world for a good three minutes to make sure you had applied it well. besides, you looked so pretty.
but one day, you broke out of your trance and caught seonwoo looking invested in it. the surprise he had when you offered him the wand and a lipliner was like no other. you thought he wanted to put it on which was fine with you. especially considering you were secretly the one who loved seonwoo's lips the most. so soft... so pillowy and plump, perfect for any lip product.
but much to your surprise, seonwoo shook his head no and asked is he could put it on you. the offer was so sweet, you immediately wiped off any product on your lip, not caring that it was technically a waste, and sat ready for him to apply it.
and now... it was like a daily ritual.
every morning, as the both of you got ready, you would both decide on a combo you would wear for the day. and you would sit in front of the window, on the floor, sun beaming down on you.
it normally took three minutes at most to line your lips and then fill it with lipgloss. but with seonwoo, it took a lot longer. the both of you got distracted to easily.
he'd be lining your lips, unaware of all the sweet whispers falling from his mouth. "you're so pretty, baby," "i didn't know it was possible for lips to be this cute." and adding the final touches of your gloss, he'd say, "i just want to kiss you so bad... every day."
and this was your breaking point.
screw the lipgloss.
you would always end the entire moment by grabbing his face to kiss him. you could feel the sticky gloss move onto him, his soft pillowy lips absorbing all the colour and sparkles.
seonwoo would also get into it, pushing himself closer into your touch, making the kiss deeper as his craving for you expanded. his hands, free of the liner and gloss, would crawl up your neck, getting tangled in your hair. his eye would be completely shut, letting himself melt into you entirely.
the whole gloss thing always left seonwoo on fire. like he just couldn't wait to kiss you again and again.
you would leave the kiss by placing kisses across his jaw and kisses. practically adorning his skin in your marks while your hands fisted the end of his shirt.
you'd both spent the next ten minutes trying to wipe off the marks with wet wipes, talking and laughing about how maybe the lipgloss should be left to you, only for seonwoo to get sulky about it, refusing the proposition entirely. he was going to put your lipgloss on. even if it only resulted in it coming off.
you didn't mind though. seonwoo knew that deep down you'd wake up the next day and do it all over again just to kiss him again. because that's exactly what he wants.
jungwon
jungwon is another one who doesn't really get it. he's just so caring and romantic that he revels in the simplicity of romance.
he likes that you're the first text he sees everyday, even when you're right next to him. or when you walk around in his clothes... hoodies, matching bracelets, and keychains. when he checked on you to make sure you had eaten and to see how you're day had been going. his favourite, however, was your random urge to poke his dimples. it always made him break out into a shy smile which you teased him for.
these simple things... they kept him going.
but then came the lipgloss his sister had gifted you for your birthday. you were a big fan of tinted lip balms, he knew that. he always pretended to gape at your drawer full of them because he knew you'd end up hitting him in the arm, annoyed by his teasing.
this lipgloss, however, was truly one of a kind. it was packed with some of the prettiest glitter jungwon had ever seen. to be honest, jungwon should've thanked his sister when he saw you first apply it the next day.
you were out having a picnic. everything was just right. the sun, the comforting breeze, and the warmth of your head resting on jungwon's lap, while music softly played from your phone.
as you were resting on jungwon's lap, eyes closed and absorbing the peaceful atmosphere, you suddenly remembered you had brought along his sister's present. jungwon, who was spending most of this tranquility staring at you and combing his hand through your hair, had a mini heart attack when you suddenly opened your eyes and were lunging towards your bag.
his sharps brows furrowed at your rummaging. "what are you looking for, baby?"
your tongue hung out of the corner of your mouth. "uh," you failed to respond, trying to find the tube that you apparently had misplaced so easily in your bag. "ah! got it!" you cheered, feeling the smooth tube enter your hand.
jungwon watched as you grabbed your phone as well and went back to laying on his lap. you slid your phone to the camera, turning it so it faced you. placing the butt of the lipgloss tube in your mouth, you expertly twisted out the applicator and moved the tube between your fingers to apply the product.
the whole scene was some sort of alluring contraption to jungwon. the dexterity of your fingers surprised him but nothing surprised him more than his sudden fixation on your lips. the way you applied the warmish red in thin sheer coats across your soft lips, letting the sun capture every single speckle of glitter in it.
you were radiating.
you checked yourself in your phone before putting it down. you looked up at jungwon's staring eyes and pursed your lips. "thoughts?"
jungwon remained silent for a second, internally contemplating. but, nevertheless, a sigh slipped out of his mouth before he pressed his lips to yours. the peck was momentary before he pulled back. "i think it's pretty."
a flush of heat travelled down your cheeks. "jungwon," you whined, jutting out your lip, only increasing his urge to kiss you again. "you took like half of it off."
jungwon grinned, dimples popping out, making you instinctively poke them with your finger. his lipgloss coated lips pressed a brief kiss on the side of your finger. "i also think i'm going to have to buy you some more lipglosses."
riki
an interesting sort of impatience.
from the moment you started wearing lipglosses or he watched you put on your lip balm, riki was fixated on the act. he always pretended like he didn't care because for him it was slightly embarrassing. to be affected by something so simple, that is.
he never tries to enforce you like some people might by putting lipglosses everywhere or buying you them specifically. riki liked when it happened naturally and every so often.
on the occasion, maybe you were getting ready or you were testing out a new colour, he'd watch you out of the corner of his eye. patiently waiting for you to apply. why? it was simple because he wanted to come off.
he couldn't really grasp it. there was just this sort of annoyance that you had when riki smudged the gloss so it escaped the confines of your lips... and riki adored your reaction to it.
you'd always get slightly heated. whining and purposely trying to move away from him so you could apply it in peace. only for him to follow you out, resulting in you being chased around the house.
that was what he was impatient for. that very specific intimacy between you two. as mentioned, he enjoyed the natural occurrence of it. he could never make it happen. it just happened. and when it did, it would set the mood for the rest of the day.
like today.
you were already cautious the moment you saw riki walk into the bathroom in your peripheral. riki would raise his arms in defence. "i'm just looking for my cologne," he'd say, "i put it somewhere here because jake was hounding me for some.
you narrowed your eyes, silently turning back to the mirror and returning to your application. riki was next to you, pretending to rummage through the bathroom drawers. you can't miss the way he slowly rises up from drawers, his eyes fixated on your lips through the mirror.
by the last swipe of your lipgloss, you can already feel and see riki leaning in to mess it up. "nope!" you said, immediately retracting yourself from the bathroom counter, rushing to walk out of the room.
riki was hot on your tail. "oh come on... i'm not doing anything. i just want to spend time with you. is that so bad?" he asked, amusement underlying his voice.
you turned to him, now walking backwards out into the living room. "yes. it is bad when you have that look in your eyes."
riki stepped towards you, eyebrows pulled together in a feigned confusion. "what look?"
"that one. like you're going to eat me or something," you pointed accusingly.
riki rested his hands on his hips, standing in front of you with a slight tilt to his head. he clicked his tongue. he spoke with a nonchalant tone. "because i am."
the moment you see him take a step forward, you're off. you fell into a maze, running around your furniture which riki just inches behind you. you made it to your bedroom, in fits of laughter by this point and about to shut the door on his face.
but you're just a bit too slow.
riki's hand stretched out, wrapping his arm around your waist to pull you back into him. you squirmed in his grip while he shifted the both of you to the bed with a soft thud.
"riki," you complained despite the wide smile etching on your face. your head fell to his chest, hair falling around your ears to cover your flushed skin.
a hum fell from his lips as riki's eyes flickered over your face, hand reaching out to push your hair behind your ears after he tilted your face back up. the action seized all the air around you. at least that's what you thought by the feel of your mouth drying.
"i got you," riki quietly teased, grinning at you.
you snapped out of your trance and rolled your eyes. you hit his chest playfully, a soft laugh following after. "let me go."
riki blinked at you, head leaning in towards you. you could feel his hot breath glide past your face. one would think your heart is in your ears by the sound of how loud it is. lips a mere millimetre away from yours, he whispered, "never."
warnings: 18+ (minors dni), skinship, public sex, unproportionate amounts of smut for each member (sorry hehe)
library: enhypen bookshelf
author's note: new year, new post! i know @gyusrose did this (not sure about anyone else) really well but it left me wanting more so here's my take! also definitely send in requests or ideas if you have them! i posted this b4 but i think it got shadowbanned or something so i'm trying again lol
heeseung
heeseung knew you wanted to do this tiktok. how? call it mind-reading. or the numerous times you've let the video play in the background as you go to the bathroom or the 'accidental' times you sent a video to heeseung saying 'i can't decide what set to get.' and then claiming you meant to send that to your friends.
so when you came back home with a freshly done set of nails, heeseung knew you were going to ask, so he laid on the bed free of charge.
you clicked your tongue, entering the room. "seems like someone got the memo," you raised a brow at the low rise sweat pants and thin white shirt heeseung was wearing.
heeseung chuckled, resting his head on both of his arms on the headboard. "like you couldn't be any more obvious. you're so damn horny."
you gaped at heeseung. "me?" you pointed at yourself with a gasp, crawling onto the bed. "while i never!" you shrieked with a knowing smile.
heeseung watched you pull out your phone and turn on the camera. he eyed the naturally pink gel set on your nails decorated with rhinestones and bows. "your nails look so pretty, baby," he complimented.
you smiled at heeseung. "thank you, hee." your tongue swiped over your lip while you pressed hand against his crotch. you could hear him take a deep breath. you prevented the grin from spreading on your face and clicked record.
you rubbed the fabric, trying to 'get some light' on your nails. you could feel a bulge forming in heeseung's sweat. you increased the speed of your hand, changing the angle of your phone so you could capture his face.
heeseung rolled his eyes at your antics before getting caught up in the motion of your hand. his head laid back, eyes carefully watching your face creep towards his cock. he could feel your hot breath even through the pants. he sunk his teeth in his lips, watching you purposely hover your lips up and down his cock as you squeezed him lightly. his hips bucked at your actions and soft moans fell from his lips.
his last straw was he realised that during this whole mess the hand you were showcasing was no longer on his crotch but inside your pussy, pumping in and out of you.
yanking the phone from your hand, heeseung ended the recording and gathered your hair in his hand. he pulled you closer to his face, other hand grabbing you by the waist so your pussy rested right on his hard on. "you've been such a tease, baby. i think it's time to work for what you want."
jongseong
to jay, this entire idea was ridiculous. the possibility of things going wrong was endless. what if people found out or even worse, your nail tech saw the video? they definitely know who's nails they did around the 13th of april.
furthermore, if he wanted a blow job or to get fucked, he would ask like the man he was.
but when you begged him with a lot of eye batting and kisses, jay gave in. anything for his princess.
jay went with you to the salon and even picked out the set he thought would look good on you. by the end of the appointment, surprisingly, he couldn't wait to see those nails wrapped around his cock and scratching his skin.
to be honest, he didn't think you were entirely serious about the video. but you were as serious as you were studying for your finals. he watched your brows furrow and your the tip tongue rest at the side of your lips as you concentrated on taking the video, unintentionally teasing him.
jay licked his lips and swallowed all the saliva building up in his mouth. he reminded himself to breathe normally once he felt you rub his cock through his pants. he waited and waited for you to finish the video. he could tell you were having more fun with it, talking about things like how the lighting doesn't work in this certain angle, that more pressure was needed on the 'surface' to truly capture your nails, or that tiktok deleted some part of your video.
his abs clenched underneath his shirt, bordering on getting as sore as his throbbing cock was beneath his pants. jay cursed lightly, coming to the realisation you were probably not going to finish the stupid video.
his arm reached for your phone and swiftly removed the slim device from your hands.
"hey!" you pouted while jay rolled his eyes. he grabbed your hand and pulled your body closer to him. landing on him, he held your eyes while taking your hand down his pants.
he grunted at the feel of your hand against his bare cock. he smiled upon seeing your flustered face. "you should probably reward the person paying for those nails, princess."
you nodded quietly, losing the ability to speak. you pushed down his pants and boxers, letting his angry red cock slap against his stomach and stare at you as if it was in pain. you gathered the saliva in your mouth and let it dribble down jay's cock.
jay sighed at the feeling. his body tensed as your hand wrapped around his long cock, moving up and down to spread the natural lube. his abs clenched while his hips bucked at your touch.
jay's hands reached out to grope your breasts. "fuck," he groaned, "your hands are so pretty."
you whimpered, feeling your nipples harden. "all you, baby."
the contorted expression on jay's face and the pulsing cock in your hand told you he was going to cum soon. you speed up your hand, making sure to spend some time at the slit and around his balls.
jay moaned, hips flying up to match your pace while he flicked your nipples through your shirt. the white light was so close. "i'm going to... i'm going to, ah fuck, fuck, fuck!"
you both watched as the hot stripes of white pooled over his stomach and your hands. jay panted heavily, moving his dark eyes to you. his thumb reached out to graze your lip before your tongue trailed over it.
he grinned, feeling turned on once more. "i should pay for your nails more often, princess."
jaeyun
actually suggests the idea to you. to be honest, you should've known it was suspicious when jake asked if you wanted to get your nails done. it wasn't that jake didn't treat you often, but it was so just random. you were on the brink of falling a sleep on jake's chest and jake was scrolling through tiktok, when he asked. you were so tired that the question didn't even faze you and you were like "yeah, sure," in the most exhausted voice, unaware of what jake really wanted.
coming back from the appointment, you both spent a few hours lounging around before you decided food was a good option about now. realising you would risk ruining your nails, jake quickly took the responsibility to make lunch. finishing the lunch and the dishes, jake subtly brought the idea up as you both watched tiktok on his phone. or in which, he relied on tiktok's algorithm a bit too much.
when the video came up and jake said, "we should do this," you look at him confused. "what do you mean? i already took a video of my nails in the car."
jake pressed his lips, sitting up a bit more straight on the bed. sometimes you were the most immature person he knew and the next second, you could have less of a clue as to what was going on. he leaned towards you, grabbing your freshly done hand, hovering it over his crotch. "baby, where do you think they're really showing off their nails?"
you furrowed your brows, looking at the video, then your hand, and back again to the video. you eyed the fabric in the background of the tiktok before your eyes widened. your heart hammered in your chest.
you turned to jake who was already looking at you with a heated gaze. "so that's why you wanted to get my nails done," you swallowed.
jake grinned. "you get to show off your nails," he shrugged as if he wasn't getting anything out of this.
you rolled your eyes before opening the camera and switching it to video because god forbid you accidentally uploaded the video. you crawled over jake's body, straddling his legs with your knees.
positioning the camera over his crotch, you felt jake let go of your hand. your teeth sunk into your lips. you already felt tingly in between your thighs. carefully, you pressed your hand onto jake's crotch. your lips form an 'o' when you felt jake's already semi-hard bulge.
"ah," jake gasped, taking in a sharp breath.
you smiled softly to yourself, pretending to shift positions and angles of the camera as you rubbed jake's cock through his pants. his hips bucked at your touch, aching for more stimulation.
"sorry, baby. it just's the angle, you know?" you teased, pressing a bit more firmly on his bulge, letting the tips of your nails trail past his pants and skim his lower stomach.
"fuck," jake murmured under his breath. his eyes were stuck between watching your hand move slowly on his cock and seeing the way your lips rested between your teeth, so plump and pink, as though they were waiting for him.
"you going to cum in your pants, jakey? so soon?" you cooed, knowing you were taking a bit far for jake's liking. his cock was solid under your hand. you gave a small squeeze "that's how my nails look around something," you told the camera.
jake huffed, letting out a strangled moan. his face and body were covered in a thin sheet of sweat. he sighed, hands travelling up your thighs. "end the video. now."
sunghoon
another speculator. similar to jay, he's like what's the point? your relationship has always been as clear as your communication. if he wanted something, he'd ask and vice versa. but the thing was, tiktok must have heard you talking about it because his entire fyp was littered in the trend. every video if not every second video was someone's nails on someone's dick or someone's nails in front of a written porn.
the more he got at night, the more he stayed up to investigate them. unknowingly, he began to decide which nails he thought would look good on you or more specifically wrapped around his cock. he drew the line when he saw these purple pastel french tips that blended into a natural pink and were adorned with drawn metallic sparkles.
the next morning, sunghoon woke you abruptly and dragged you out of your bed, claiming he had booked a nail appointment at 9:30. by this point, you're still sleepy, so you're looking at him like 0_0. what do you mean a 9:30 nail appointment?
even more surprising was when you got to the nail tech and sunghoon had show the lady what nail design you were getting. putting two and two together, you figured he had equally gotten roped into the trend. by the time you were finished, which was unexpectedly long for sunghoon, he was racing time itself to get home.
out of fear he'd crash, you made him park his car at a nearby park. it was surprisingly empty. you both managed to find an empty and hidden area behind the trees, where the chances of anyone finding you were slim.
sunghoon wasn't sure what was more crazy. that you were doing this in a park, that he had chosen your nails, or you were wearing his favourite sundress today. he watched you lay out a picnic blanket on the grass while your dress stuck to your ass perfectly. finishing laying it out, you sat on with your knees tucked to the side and patted the empty sport next to you. "come on, hoonie!"
sunghoon sucked in a sharp breath, sitting down next you. he turned to you. "yeah, i think there's a change of plans."
you furrowed your brows. "huh? what do you mean change of–holy shit!" you cursed, feeling sunghoon grab you by the waist and lift you so you were on top of him, straddling his legs. you gasped at the feel of his bulge through your underwear. his fingers danced across your thigh, skimming the hem of your dress. "i... what about the video?"
"fuck the video," sunghoon murmured, resting his head on the blanket. he admired you on top of him. "look at you, baby. all dressed up. you look so fucking good," he complimented.
if you had any shred of dignity, you would feel embarrassed by the fact you felt your pussy get wet at those mere words. but with sunghoon, your dignity could go to hell. "yeah?" you whispered, grinding your hips against his clothed cock. "how pretty do i look?"
sunghoon groaned, hands flying to your hips. "so fucking pretty, baby. the prettiest girl to ever exist," he grunted out. the feel of your circling hips drove him crazy. he pushed his cock up into your pussy, savouring the high pitched whimper falling from those pretty lips of yours.
you wondered whether you'd be like two horny teenagers, cumming in a park simply by dry humping each other as you ground your hips harder against him, increasing the stimulation. but sunghoon seemed to have other plans as he unzipped his pants and took out his cock.
he let out a low moan when he pushed your underwear to the side, looking at your glistening folds. "fuck," he cursed.
you shuddered at the feel of his fingers trailing your wet folds, mouth falling open when he reached your clit. sliding a two fingers into your pussy, he pumped in and out of you at a fast enough rate to get you all lubed up and ready for his cock. he had been imagining this the moment you made him drive to the park.
surrounded by nature and having you, the most beautiful girl in the world, dressed up in all his favourite things, bouncing on his cock in public.
thank fucking god for tiktok.
seonwoo
listen, seonwoo knew of the trend. he didn't really think anything of it. it was kinda funny in a way but also boring. so when one day when you came back to him, nails done, and asked him if he would to the trend, he was actually quite shocked. he wasn't exactly against the idea but...
"but... what if people know its us?" he asked.
"i'll just make a new account," you shrugged, straddling seonwoo's lap.
seonwoo tilted his head. his pink plump lips pouted at you. "i don't know..."
"seonwoo, baby, you're overthinking it." you shifted a bit up so your pussy rested on his crotch. you watched him gulp in nervousness. "all you need to think of is my hand on your cock, hmm?" you asked, slowly rocking your hips against his.
an involuntary moan flew from seonwoo's lips. "or maybe do you want my lips, hmm, baby? i can suck you off while i fuck myself on my fingers."
well when you put it like that...
seonwoo let out a strangled sigh. "okay, okay. you got me. just do the video quickly. and i mean quickly." he gave you a knowing look.
you laughed softly, pressing a brief kiss to his lips. "thank you!" you squealed, moving your hips off of him. you could heart seonwoo grunt at the movement, letting his head rest on the couch.
through small eyes, he watched you take your phone out and click record. your hands travelled from his thigh to his crotch, making his lower stomach clench. he let out a string of airy whines as you rubbed him through his pants.
he was so sensitive when you teased him. his hips bucked against your hands, screaming for stimulation.
seonwoo's eyes flickered to you, watching you crawl up to him while you kept your phone and in the same position. he begged for you to finish the video through his eyes. but you couldn't help it. teasing him was just so fun.
seonwoo's eagerly watched as you pulled down the straps of your singlet, revealing your bare breasts. "oh fuck," he moaned, eyes closed tightly, feeling you speed up your rubbing.
"seonwoo," you cooed, "don't you want to see them? they're your favourite. soon they'll be bouncing up and down," you moaned at the thought, only making him groan even more as his hips were slowly getting out of control.
"baby... please," seonwoo pleaded, opening his eyes.
"you could cum in between these tits, baby," you whimpered, feeling your pussy get even more wet. seonwoo let out more curse words, aching to reach out to touch your breasts.
his cock was impossibly hard, throbbing in his pants, waiting to be released from the confines of the fabric. seonwoo whined as he watched you play with your breasts. his breath hitched when you ditched the phone and the video you finished ages ago and put a hand under his sweats. a long moan fell from his mouth as he felt you rub his bare cock.
"isn't that better?" you asked, knowing you didn't need any response except his moans.
suddenly he reached out, stopping your hand with heavy pants falling from him. seonwoo looked at you dazed while you looked at him confused. shuffling out of his sweats, his cock stood tall against his stomach. he swallowed all the saliva in his mouth and looked at you straight in the eye. "ride me."
jungwon
jungwon and you both learnt of the trend together when you were scrolling on tiktok at home. it would've been a thing of the past until jungwon made a brief comment that it looked fun and you told him, "i bet you wouldn't even last a minute before you begged me to stop recording."
yeah, that didn't sit well with him nor his competitiveness. he turned to you and said, "alright. bet. if i win... i want four orgasms from you."
you narrowed your eyes and nodded. "okay, fine. if i win–"
"in a row, that is," jungwon added.
you paused. in a row?... fuck, you needed to win. you reluctantly nodded again. "fine... if i win... i get to blueball you for two weeks."
jungwon's mouth open. "two weeks? that's too long," he complained. "i can't last that long without you and i know you can't."
you rolled your eyes at his cocky tone. "i guess we'll see."
lucky for the both of you, you had gotten your nails done a few days ago. not that it really mattered anyway but the nails were no longer a part of this scenario.
jungwon rested his head on the bed, gesturing for you to go on. you suppressed the urge roll your eyes again and hit record on your phone.
a minute... please. you had gotten jungwon begging in less than thirty seconds.
you pushed your hand against his crotch, ensuring there was some special pressure at the tips of your fingers that crowded around his cock. you could feel jungwon tense and take a deep breath. you push down your grin and continued to rub him through his sweats.
you knew the tips and tricks to win. it wasn't exactly touching his cock that got him begging. it was everything leading up to it. you purposely trailed off course, nails lightly skimming his lower stomach and v-line.
jungwon sucked in a sharp breath, feeling a wave of euphoria hit him. smiling, you travelled back down to his cock, finding the throbbing tip of it. his sweats were thin due to the heat, allowing you to locate the slit where he was the most sensitive.
"gah, fuck," jungwon whined. suddenly he felt the urge to pray that a minute was almost over. his hips bucked as you trailed over and over his slit with your plump lips pulled between your teeth. he clenched his jaw, grasping the bedsheet for something.
to take things a step further, while trying to maintain the fact you were recording a tiktok, still rubbing his cock through his sweats, you moved your head over his stomach, flattening your tongue right over his v-line.
"jesus! fuck, fuck, okay, enough, enough," jungwon moaned when his hips began to falter under his control and speed up at your touch. his head fell back to the bed as sweat covered his body. he sat up straight just as you paused the video while grinning at him. "please, please tell me that was over a minute," he asked with burning cheeks.
you were so caught up in teasing him you had forgotten about the time. fuck.
you hesitantly looked at the video's timestamp. "are you fucking serious right now?" you grumbled.
"what? what is it?" jungwon asked, taking the phone from your hands. his eyes widened as he began to laugh. he stood up on the bed, beginning to jump while you groaned in annoyance.
"59 seconds! ha!" jungwon teased, dangling the phone in your face.
you cursed under your breath, covering your face with your hands. "that's basically a minute... with rounding," you fake cried in irritation.
you felt the bed dip as jungwon sat down. he removed your hands from your face. "well then... should we get started?"
you raised a brow. "what do you mean?"
jungwon smirked. "well those four orgasms aren't going to come by themselves, are they?"
synopsis: jealousy is a disease and he's caught it. or in which enhypen members try not to expose your entire relationship.
warnings: fluff, poor humour, skinship, mentions of falling, a variety of male idols mentioned, talks of insecurity, age-gap between another idol, proof read-ish?
library: enhypen bookshelf
heeseung
he's the oldest... he should manage himself. he's mature... he knows better...
but watching you with nct's jeno... heeseung had lost all sense of knowledge and rationality.
you were mcees with jeno back in 2018 to 2019 for sbs' the show. to say fans loved you together was an understatement. even heeseung had been watching you as a trainee, in awe of you and the chemistry you naturally created with everyone.
everyone and their mother was waiting for the news ,that you and jeno were dating, to break. whether it would be by dispatch or some other shady news report, or slip of the tongue... they were all sure and convinced you two were together.
sadly, you both had ended your mcing period together, only occasionally saying hi to each other at other events where you were both scheduled. but recently, the both of you had been reinstated as special mcees for music bank when the current hosts, lee chaemin and eunchae were attending their unavoidable schedules.
heeseung was happy at first that he could see you more considering the promotions for sweet venom had just started. you had been dating for almost a year but spending time with each other was harder than the both of you thought.
heeseung's happiness, however, soon died down when he stepped into that rather small cubicle. the cameras weren't rolling yet jeno and the stupid eye smile of his was beaming down at you. he literally could feel the fawning of the staff behind the cameras, all whispering to each other about the 'never ending' chemistry between you and jeno.
the entire interview was almost uncomfortable. you and jeno had put on your peppy and jubilant personalities for mcing, enthusiastically introducing and talking to enhypen. heeseung couldn't help but notice every time you said something, his eyes would flicker to jeno instead of you and spot the similar look of admiration he himself often sported.
heeseung could only bare tight-lipped smiles to jeno when he received questions, suppressing all his petty grimaces and curled lips of annoyance. it wasn't until he received jungwon's sharp glare and pointed look that he feigned a wider smile and responded with an unfamiliar chirp to his tone.
although heeseung was scolded heavily by jungwon afterwards, at the end of the day it didn't matter. because he had caused enough of a ruckus that fans had sensed his jealousy and ran along with it, making ships and creating dating rumours for you and him. in the end... it all worked out in his favour.
jongseong
whoever said jay is calm and collected needs to take a step back and do a bit of rethinking. he's not the leader... poor guy is panicking.
it started at the end of the korean festival kbs was hosting for select groups or artists that were popular and upcoming. you and your group were walking around in circles, thanking fans for their support, makings sure they were warm, and bidding goodbye. amongst all the confetti raining down on you, for some reason, one just had to get stuck under your heel, causing enough friction for you to begin your descent into falling. you would've ended up hitting your head if it wasn't for cravity's minhee behind you. the surprised idol had decent reflexes, catching you by your arms with his own hands.
for a moment, everyone in the room was quite shocked. your own members made sure you were okay. while assuring everyone you were fine, you profusely thanked minhee while simultaneously apologising even though it wasn't your fault in anyways... you were just so embarrassed. minhee was dismissive of the entire thing, just glad you were okay and nothing bad happened.
a minor interaction of sorts... but the repercussions were big. it had set netizens ablaze. news articles and gossip sites had been circulating. fans were looking back at old fancams to see your previous interactions, hoping you and minhee were indeed dating.
yeah jay wasn't happy. he didn't think anything of it initially. he was happy you were fine, similar to minhee, and thankful the idol was there to help you. but then he got the ship edits on his for you page. he blinked blankly and then clicked on the comments... oh boy.
they said you looked good with minhee? that you... 'suited' each other. or 'why haven't i thought of these two together before?' what the hell... the poor guy's literally looking at his screen with the most furrowed brows and dumbfounded face as a burning whirl begins to spark within him.
as dangerous as it was, jay would rather have his name circulating in your dating rumours rather than someone else that wasn't him. so he did just that. subtlety, of course.
jay wasn't necessarily the couple matching type of guy. he liked getting you things that were unique to you. but all of sudden, he was bombarding you with matching items... keychains, phone cases, bracelets, necklaces, even your damn socks.
safe to say, he had created a monstrosity that the hybe pr team was going to spend the next few weeks attempting to deny.
jaeyun
this one here... he can't bare it. jake is already so expressive and clingy (in a good way ofc). he feels a lot. therefore, he really really really likes you.
he won't lie. he's searched the both of your names up on twitter or naver far too many times just to see it trending. not to mention his secret tik tok account where he likes all of the ship edits and videos made for you two, even if they are terrible. more than once his pr team have thought of smacking some sense into him but it just seemed like jake was lovesick.
to be honest, the pr team was prepared to confirm news of you two dating. with the rate jake was going, he would've probably exposed it himself.
and the recent sbs gayodaejeon lost him.
you and yeonjun had a special stage together. he was slightly nervous already in the fact that you were performing together because he knew how fans got. but from the moment the performance started and he realised you guys were having a dancing stage... jake was left to become god's strongest soldier. yeah... no.
how on earth was jake supposed to know it was going to have this much skinship? jake loved shawn mendes but after today... he hated him. furthermore, he hated 'senorita' with a passion.
to make matter worse, the fans who were already going to be a bit delusional, were even more delusional. they were all fired up. "dispatch reveal, when?" "i would cry if yeonjun looked at me like that." "can't tell whether i want to be y/n or him..." "their chemistry... shit..."
his members were already worried for jake but their worry was becoming a constant state. all this jealousy was transferring into his work. jake was showing up to work every day, mind somewhere else, pouty and sulky, always reading the comments and influx of ship edits of you and yeonjun that had replaced his... the AUDACITY. not to mention, he was avoiding yeonjun like a plague. oh he's in the cafeteria? oops, bathroom time. backstage and talking to heeseung? well.
best believe the next few days he's stuck to you as if you were attached by the hip. jake's making it more obvious by the second and he couldn't care less. arm strung around your waist, hand in hand, pretending there was an eyelash on your face just to caress it, passing you his blazer at award shows to cover your legs or back.
quickly, any talk of you and yeonjun was gone and (rightly, according to jake), replaced by you and jake. he even made the mistake of going live, where the entire chat was filled with questions about whether you and jake were dating. someone said blink seven times if he was, so he blinked seven times afterwards. another said clap in a circle if he was, so he did.
yeah... a day later, belift and your company released a conjoined statement to confirm it. fans were mostly happy and also laughing at the fact that jake was so obviously jealous of yeonjun, who he now could look in the eye, knowing you were right by his side (not that yeonjun even cared. if anything, he probably found it funny as well).
sunghoon
sunghoon and jealousy... one could say it a good mix rather than a bad mix.
sunghoon was used to getting asked out often. not to brag, but have you seen him? it was a good looking guy. he understood it.
but you.. boy, you were on a whole another level. people were practically lining up for you. numbers on napkins accompanied by food or chocolate, straight up confessions or attempts for your number backstage, or even flowers under the pretence of congratulating you.
bold and brave, sunghoon thought. these people were bold and brave to be doing all of this. but he got it. in a way, he was proud. all these people... and you chose him. he mattered far more than you and only the both of you knew it. he cherished that. the secrecy of your relationship, while not ideal, meant keeping all the things he loved (you) all to himself with no one else intruding.
but all this secrecy didn't stop things from going a tad bit too far.
an actor and idol. park jihoon. the man wasn't a confession type of guy. at least not immediately. instead, he liked to court and flirt. and his choice? you.
you had both acted in a drama together recently. the chemistry between you two... well, it set everyone alive to say the least. even sunghoon was flustered... he couldn't tell if he hated jihoon or he wanted to replace jihoon and do all those scenes with you. both probably.
you were clearly paying your dues... being kind and nice to the actor even though the affection was very much one-sided. but either your kindness was leading him on or he couldn't take a hint because jihoon was not afraid of anything it seemed.
when asked his ideal type behind the scenes? you.
the purposeful double meaning type of comments that bordered more on corny rather than flirty? said.
the chance to hold your arm when you both took home the best couple award? taken.
the couple award struck sunghoon's last nerve. because one could excuse the arm thing as a basic manner moment. but the comment jihoon made. simple and quite common in the acting industry. yet said with every pure intention. "i would really like to work with y/n again." followed by the awes and gushing of fans and fellow actors while you painted a small smile and a soft laugh in response.
what. the. fuck.
are you serious? is he serious?
him and jay are the same. they want to be more obvious but in the least obvious way. instead of taking the matching items route, sunghoon needed to directly deal with jihoon. so every time you had a schedule with jihoon... mcing, award presenting, as nominees, etc, sunghoon pulled something new.
you're talking to jihoon about the wide praise you two were receiving for your work and suddenly, "oh, you left your phone at mine, here you go." sunghoon would put what was his phone into your hand and literally leave. and you're left there standing like ??? and jihoon is also like ???
this time you're sitting with the actor backstage and suddenly a water bottle dangles in front of your face. sunghoon is smiling at you, completely disregarding jihoon. "you like water, right? here." uh, sunghoon, sweetheart... everyone likes water. we kinda need it to live, babes.
by this point, you're now expecting sunghoon. eyes darting every second to get a glimpse of his growing hair and the smell of tamburins' wood salt beach perfume in the air to notify you of his presence. but he doesn't come. you're partly relieved but also sad. you were kinda of enjoying it. well, more like it was growing on you.
psych!
you and every other artist and actor is going around in circles, thanking the fans for coming tonight and what not. sunghoon is going for a strike. it's the evening, the temperature has cooled down and you're stylist has opted for a more summery outfit in this winter weather. you must be freezing is sunghoon's thought (you can't feel the cold considering the heat of a gazillion lights are on you but sure). ever the smooth man, sunghoon slides off of his blazer and puts it onto your shoulders, telling you to keep warm.
you were shocked.
jihoon was shocked.
everyone's shocked.
sure, sunghoon sacrificed a bit of your secrecy considering by the morning clips of the action were swarming every platform and every past fancam was being investigated, but the look on jihoon's face was absolutely worth it. and if he had to do it all over again just to see you smile warmly back at him and thank him, he would do it again in a heart beat.
seonwoo
sunoo is one of those people who wouldn't be that jealous. it's not that he wasn't insecure... he was human first and foremost. but he didn't really care for anyone else when it came to you. he only had eyes for you.
also he thought he was already obvious? like he's the one singing your song when they play through his headphones when the group plays the whisper game. or the first one to critique jake when he messes up the lyrics of your song during a live because he knows them off by heart. or the literal STACK of your albums (exclusive, limited, every version) he had in his dorm and his parents' house. there was literally more albums of your group then enhypen's that his parents had taken the responsibility of.
yet, that doesn't stop kim wooseok. well, not him specifically. the fans. you acted with him in the drama, the night has come. you weren't aware of your seven year age gap until your first meeting with him and he said he was like 27. and sunoo was like o_o. bc wdym your 27? he looked the same age as you... and he was playing an attractive teenager easily... wtf? unfair much???
while the age gap wasn't great, the romance wasn't heavily what your show was about anyways, which could make one feel lighter. despite all of that, sunoo had seen edit after edit after edit about you and wooseok. you and wooseok behind the scenes discussing your characters feelings towards each other, you and wooseok at a press conference bc he was making sure you were able to sit down in the small outfit your stylist gave you, you and wooseok in the water together
you and fucking wooseok.
sunoo was going to lose it. how much more obvious could he be?
how about matching couple items? well, the thing about sunoo is that he already has matching items. why wouldn't he? they were so cute!
sunoo also wasn't the type of person to directly combat it. he wasn't sunghoon.
he was mixture of jake, and well, himself. sunoo quickly got pouty and sulky as well. any time he heard that damn mafia alarm ring from your for you page, with feigned and overwhelming kindness, he gently took the phone from your hands and threw it onto the bed before folding his arms and looking at you blankly.
anytime a member brought up the drama on live and set of the chat to talk about you and wooseok, sunoo would immediately try to change the subject or he'd be a bit catty... "i just didn't know how old he was... he like so old." (fans began to notice how often this happened after bringing it up two or three times, resulting in the constant chatter of you and wooseok just to rile him up).
by end of the last episode, sunoo thought everyone would stop talking about the show. but no... you and the damn plot (which one? up to you) left everyone wanting more... especially of you and... yeah, he can't even say the name anymore.
the only way sunoo is getting over this, is by you comforting him. he isn't going to unnecessarily create rumours or try to leak your relationship. to be honest, the thought of it was terrifying. he hated involving himself in drama.
you end up spending the next few weeks almost sunoo-crazed. "oh sunoo recommended me this product..." forget matching bracelets, you brought him matching pyjamas. "oh, my dog? she's great. she doesn't really like people but she seems like sunoo the most. maybe more than me :("
soon, in a year or two, when the news breaks out of you two dating, this odd period of time will finally make sense.
jungwon
calm and collected? yes. why? he's the leader. said it before, but jungwon has the sole responsibility to be able to adjust to every situation there is.
an injured member? he's got it.
wardrobe malfunction? let's have a word with the stylist.
mic pack falling off mid-stage? man's got the word 'professional' in his dna.
if anyone asked him, truthfully, jungwon admired you. as a fan and as your boyfriend. you were similar to him. the same age, a young leader, good at basically everything... but you had three differences. one that your group might as well have invented the word popularity. second that you debuted earlier than him. lastly that you, yourself, created a new category of idols - super idols or super-dols.
what is a super-dol you ask? an all rounder that performs and executes everything with diligence and quality. they mean everything. not just the whole singing, rap, dancing combo. they mean the inclusion of acting, music production, song writing... etc.
they said that a person like you only comes once in a life time. they struggled to add people to your assigned 'category'.
to think jungwon was dating you was beyond him. how you liked him was equally beyond him. he thought he was just lucky. you thought otherwise. jungwon was everything to you. he understood you, he was always by your side and he was hard working. life was hard. but being with him made you feel like life in itself made sense.
jungwon knew that people wanted you. not romantically but as friends, as a mentor, as an advisor... it made sense for someone of your caliber. so he wasn't surprised when the newly debuted anton of riize was collaborating with you to produce a new song. but what he didn't expect was the genuine interest of the idol. nor did everyone else.
jungwon was backstage at the mbc gayodaejeon, watching your special stage with anton. it was the last day of the year and the last thing he wanted to do was end it on a bad note with something a fickle as jealousy. yet, the green-eyed monster had found him as he watched anton's gaze remain on you, as though he were unable to move, smiling ear to ear while you sang.
he heard one of his staff whisper to another, "they aren't dating right? gosh, they should date! he looks like he really likes her!"
jungwon could feel the cautious gazes of his members on him, trying dismiss such nonsense with frantic comments. "they don't know what they're talking about, jungwon." "ignore them." " he shook his head lightly, taking a deep breath. he needed to remain calm. if he couldn't, who would?
he trusted you with his entire heart. you liked him, there was no doubt in his mind. his heart skipped when he made you flustered with his sweet nothings and attention to detail. and to be frank, he understood anton. if the positions were swapped and he was in anton's place, he thought he would look at you the same way.
minutes after the clock struck twelve, jungwon didn't have to even look for you. you had found him instead, dragging him behind one of the trailers. you brought him into a long kiss, hugging him tightly.
jungwon smiled into this kiss, bringing you closer to him as all of his nonsensical worries melted away. parting almost breathlessly, his heart warmed at your wish of a happy new year. he smiled once again, placing a kiss the side of your head while he grabbed your hand, rubbing soothing circles with his thumb. "happy new year, baby."
riki
riki was right on the precipice of youth and adulthood. he was only a year younger than jungwon but everyone always treated him with such fragility. not just because of his young age but the innocence that came with moving to a different country because of his said young age.
but riki was more mature than he looked. he had to be. it wasn't that he was alone. no. his members and friends would never ever make him feel like that. nor would you. but this type of maturity was required of him.
upon seeing p1h's soul or haku's eyes constantly travel back and forth to you as he interviewed your group, riki resolved to maintain stoic and pretend like he didn't care. you were in public, all eyes were on you. did it bug him that the person looking at you was the same age and also japanese? yes. but the nudge of jungwon and the thought of dealing with the staff was enough to make him stand down at the time. to be honest, if haku's whole thing ended after the interview, riki wouldn't of cared.
but it didn't.
riki was observing him throughout your performance (well as much as one could, he was still trying to watch you) and haku kept looking at you. like his eyes were moving with you as if he was only focused on you. but it was fine. riki could handle this... this was life... right?
haku, however, seemed to enjoy taking on every last nerve of riki's (unintentionally ofc, sorry haku 🥹). your group and enhypen were seated together backstage, all chatting and playing card games to waste some time before having to go back out. riki, ever the communication expert, already pointed the boy to you. "can't you just look away every time he looks at you?" he complained.
you raised a brow, placing down a card. "you want me to not meet his eyes in an interview? riki, i didn't peg you as the jealous type," you teased.
riki blankly looked at you. "i'm not," he said defensively, folding his arms. "i'm not jealous. i'm just being... absolutely reasonable."
"sure, sure..." you squinted your eyes, nodding sarcastically. "riki, just forget about it. you were probably hallucinating. he probably was just looking at me normally. honestly, you should rest more like i told you to."
riki wished you were right. that he was indeed hallucinating. but any maturity riki had been working on was already on a thin line and diminished as he saw haku walk up to your large group, greeting everyone but mostly you. heart eyes and all.
in the moment, it dawned on you that riki was in fact right. haku's finger twiddling, the brief pause before he spoke as if he was thinking about what to say only for him to still fumble over his words, the tinged ears... you had done the same thing to riki when he suddenly told you he liked you after being clingy for days on end.
well... shit.
you were quick to act.
no one spoke as much japanese as the yearly comebacks warranted. at least that's what you figured when you greeted him back in japanese, introducing riki to him as another japanese idol he could be friends with and the best part, as your boyfriend.
the corners of riki's mouth couldn't help but twitch up. to say he was belated was an understatement. he dipped his head a little, a wide smile now sprawled all over his face.
the visible disappointment on haku's face made your heart ache slightly. you felt terrible. maybe you should've let him down less... directly. but the obvious happiness riki was radiating off of him made you want to smack some sense into him.
by the end of your schedule, you had hesitantly accepted riki's offer for you to sleep over at the dorm because you had no idea why but regret felt like it was looming over you. and boy was it. the entire way back home, riki teased you the entire time.
"say it again. say that i'm your boyfriend again! why not? too shy? you weren't shy then.. you said it so confidently like..."
the teasing only ended when you ignored him for the rest of the ride and riki realised he had fallen victim to the silent game. he was a fan of silence. but this was not the one he enjoyed.
cutting back on the teasing, riki just relished the fact you were asleep in his arms and not anyone else's. you were with him and that's all that mattered. ♡︎
warnings: 18+ (minors dni), skinship, public sex, unproportionate amounts of smut for each member (sorry hehe)
library: enhypen bookshelf
author's note: new year, new post! i know @gyusrose did this (not sure about anyone else) really well but it left me wanting more so here's my take! also definitely send in requests or ideas if you have them! i posted this b4 but i think it got shadowbanned or something so i'm trying again lol
heeseung
heeseung knew you wanted to do this tiktok. how? call it mind-reading. or the numerous times you've let the video play in the background as you go to the bathroom or the 'accidental' times you sent a video to heeseung saying 'i can't decide what set to get.' and then claiming you meant to send that to your friends.
so when you came back home with a freshly done set of nails, heeseung knew you were going to ask, so he laid on the bed free of charge.
you clicked your tongue, entering the room. "seems like someone got the memo," you raised a brow at the low rise sweat pants and thin white shirt heeseung was wearing.
heeseung chuckled, resting his head on both of his arms on the headboard. "like you couldn't be any more obvious. you're so damn horny."
you gaped at heeseung. "me?" you pointed at yourself with a gasp, crawling onto the bed. "while i never!" you shrieked with a knowing smile.
heeseung watched you pull out your phone and turn on the camera. he eyed the naturally pink gel set on your nails decorated with rhinestones and bows. "your nails look so pretty, baby," he complimented.
you smiled at heeseung. "thank you, hee." your tongue swiped over your lip while you pressed hand against his crotch. you could hear him take a deep breath. you prevented the grin from spreading on your face and clicked record.
you rubbed the fabric, trying to 'get some light' on your nails. you could feel a bulge forming in heeseung's sweat. you increased the speed of your hand, changing the angle of your phone so you could capture his face.
heeseung rolled his eyes at your antics before getting caught up in the motion of your hand. his head laid back, eyes carefully watching your face creep towards his cock. he could feel your hot breath even through the pants. he sunk his teeth in his lips, watching you purposely hover your lips up and down his cock as you squeezed him lightly. his hips bucked at your actions and soft moans fell from his lips.
his last straw was he realised that during this whole mess the hand you were showcasing was no longer on his crotch but inside your pussy, pumping in and out of you.
yanking the phone from your hand, heeseung ended the recording and gathered your hair in his hand. he pulled you closer to his face, other hand grabbing you by the waist so your pussy rested right on his hard on. "you've been such a tease, baby. i think it's time to work for what you want."
jongseong
to jay, this entire idea was ridiculous. the possibility of things going wrong was endless. what if people found out or even worse, your nail tech saw the video? they definitely know who's nails they did around the 13th of april.
furthermore, if he wanted a blow job or to get fucked, he would ask like the man he was.
but when you begged him with a lot of eye batting and kisses, jay gave in. anything for his princess.
jay went with you to the salon and even picked out the set he thought would look good on you. by the end of the appointment, surprisingly, he couldn't wait to see those nails wrapped around his cock and scratching his skin.
to be honest, he didn't think you were entirely serious about the video. but you were as serious as you were studying for your finals. he watched your brows furrow and your the tip tongue rest at the side of your lips as you concentrated on taking the video, unintentionally teasing him.
jay licked his lips and swallowed all the saliva building up in his mouth. he reminded himself to breathe normally once he felt you rub his cock through his pants. he waited and waited for you to finish the video. he could tell you were having more fun with it, talking about things like how the lighting doesn't work in this certain angle, that more pressure was needed on the 'surface' to truly capture your nails, or that tiktok deleted some part of your video.
his abs clenched underneath his shirt, bordering on getting as sore as his throbbing cock was beneath his pants. jay cursed lightly, coming to the realisation you were probably not going to finish the stupid video.
his arm reached for your phone and swiftly removed the slim device from your hands.
"hey!" you pouted while jay rolled his eyes. he grabbed your hand and pulled your body closer to him. landing on him, he held your eyes while taking your hand down his pants.
he grunted at the feel of your hand against his bare cock. he smiled upon seeing your flustered face. "you should probably reward the person paying for those nails, princess."
you nodded quietly, losing the ability to speak. you pushed down his pants and boxers, letting his angry red cock slap against his stomach and stare at you as if it was in pain. you gathered the saliva in your mouth and let it dribble down jay's cock.
jay sighed at the feeling. his body tensed as your hand wrapped around his long cock, moving up and down to spread the natural lube. his abs clenched while his hips bucked at your touch.
jay's hands reached out to grope your breasts. "fuck," he groaned, "your hands are so pretty."
you whimpered, feeling your nipples harden. "all you, baby."
the contorted expression on jay's face and the pulsing cock in your hand told you he was going to cum soon. you speed up your hand, making sure to spend some time at the slit and around his balls.
jay moaned, hips flying up to match your pace while he flicked your nipples through your shirt. the white light was so close. "i'm going to... i'm going to, ah fuck, fuck, fuck!"
you both watched as the hot stripes of white pooled over his stomach and your hands. jay panted heavily, moving his dark eyes to you. his thumb reached out to graze your lip before your tongue trailed over it.
he grinned, feeling turned on once more. "i should pay for your nails more often, princess."
jaeyun
actually suggests the idea to you. to be honest, you should've known it was suspicious when jake asked if you wanted to get your nails done. it wasn't that jake didn't treat you often, but it was so just random. you were on the brink of falling a sleep on jake's chest and jake was scrolling through tiktok, when he asked. you were so tired that the question didn't even faze you and you were like "yeah, sure," in the most exhausted voice, unaware of what jake really wanted.
coming back from the appointment, you both spent a few hours lounging around before you decided food was a good option about now. realising you would risk ruining your nails, jake quickly took the responsibility to make lunch. finishing the lunch and the dishes, jake subtly brought the idea up as you both watched tiktok on his phone. or in which, he relied on tiktok's algorithm a bit too much.
when the video came up and jake said, "we should do this," you look at him confused. "what do you mean? i already took a video of my nails in the car."
jake pressed his lips, sitting up a bit more straight on the bed. sometimes you were the most immature person he knew and the next second, you could have less of a clue as to what was going on. he leaned towards you, grabbing your freshly done hand, hovering it over his crotch. "baby, where do you think they're really showing off their nails?"
you furrowed your brows, looking at the video, then your hand, and back again to the video. you eyed the fabric in the background of the tiktok before your eyes widened. your heart hammered in your chest.
you turned to jake who was already looking at you with a heated gaze. "so that's why you wanted to get my nails done," you swallowed.
jake grinned. "you get to show off your nails," he shrugged as if he wasn't getting anything out of this.
you rolled your eyes before opening the camera and switching it to video because god forbid you accidentally uploaded the video. you crawled over jake's body, straddling his legs with your knees.
positioning the camera over his crotch, you felt jake let go of your hand. your teeth sunk into your lips. you already felt tingly in between your thighs. carefully, you pressed your hand onto jake's crotch. your lips form an 'o' when you felt jake's already semi-hard bulge.
"ah," jake gasped, taking in a sharp breath.
you smiled softly to yourself, pretending to shift positions and angles of the camera as you rubbed jake's cock through his pants. his hips bucked at your touch, aching for more stimulation.
"sorry, baby. it just's the angle, you know?" you teased, pressing a bit more firmly on his bulge, letting the tips of your nails trail past his pants and skim his lower stomach.
"fuck," jake murmured under his breath. his eyes were stuck between watching your hand move slowly on his cock and seeing the way your lips rested between your teeth, so plump and pink, as though they were waiting for him.
"you going to cum in your pants, jakey? so soon?" you cooed, knowing you were taking a bit far for jake's liking. his cock was solid under your hand. you gave a small squeeze "that's how my nails look around something," you told the camera.
jake huffed, letting out a strangled moan. his face and body were covered in a thin sheet of sweat. he sighed, hands travelling up your thighs. "end the video. now."
sunghoon
another speculator. similar to jay, he's like what's the point? your relationship has always been as clear as your communication. if he wanted something, he'd ask and vice versa. but the thing was, tiktok must have heard you talking about it because his entire fyp was littered in the trend. every video if not every second video was someone's nails on someone's dick or someone's nails in front of a written porn.
the more he got at night, the more he stayed up to investigate them. unknowingly, he began to decide which nails he thought would look good on you or more specifically wrapped around his cock. he drew the line when he saw these purple pastel french tips that blended into a natural pink and were adorned with drawn metallic sparkles.
the next morning, sunghoon woke you abruptly and dragged you out of your bed, claiming he had booked a nail appointment at 9:30. by this point, you're still sleepy, so you're looking at him like 0_0. what do you mean a 9:30 nail appointment?
even more surprising was when you got to the nail tech and sunghoon had show the lady what nail design you were getting. putting two and two together, you figured he had equally gotten roped into the trend. by the time you were finished, which was unexpectedly long for sunghoon, he was racing time itself to get home.
out of fear he'd crash, you made him park his car at a nearby park. it was surprisingly empty. you both managed to find an empty and hidden area behind the trees, where the chances of anyone finding you were slim.
sunghoon wasn't sure what was more crazy. that you were doing this in a park, that he had chosen your nails, or you were wearing his favourite sundress today. he watched you lay out a picnic blanket on the grass while your dress stuck to your ass perfectly. finishing laying it out, you sat on with your knees tucked to the side and patted the empty sport next to you. "come on, hoonie!"
sunghoon sucked in a sharp breath, sitting down next you. he turned to you. "yeah, i think there's a change of plans."
you furrowed your brows. "huh? what do you mean change of–holy shit!" you cursed, feeling sunghoon grab you by the waist and lift you so you were on top of him, straddling his legs. you gasped at the feel of his bulge through your underwear. his fingers danced across your thigh, skimming the hem of your dress. "i... what about the video?"
"fuck the video," sunghoon murmured, resting his head on the blanket. he admired you on top of him. "look at you, baby. all dressed up. you look so fucking good," he complimented.
if you had any shred of dignity, you would feel embarrassed by the fact you felt your pussy get wet at those mere words. but with sunghoon, your dignity could go to hell. "yeah?" you whispered, grinding your hips against his clothed cock. "how pretty do i look?"
sunghoon groaned, hands flying to your hips. "so fucking pretty, baby. the prettiest girl to ever exist," he grunted out. the feel of your circling hips drove him crazy. he pushed his cock up into your pussy, savouring the high pitched whimper falling from those pretty lips of yours.
you wondered whether you'd be like two horny teenagers, cumming in a park simply by dry humping each other as you ground your hips harder against him, increasing the stimulation. but sunghoon seemed to have other plans as he unzipped his pants and took out his cock.
he let out a low moan when he pushed your underwear to the side, looking at your glistening folds. "fuck," he cursed.
you shuddered at the feel of his fingers trailing your wet folds, mouth falling open when he reached your clit. sliding a two fingers into your pussy, he pumped in and out of you at a fast enough rate to get you all lubed up and ready for his cock. he had been imagining this the moment you made him drive to the park.
surrounded by nature and having you, the most beautiful girl in the world, dressed up in all his favourite things, bouncing on his cock in public.
thank fucking god for tiktok.
seonwoo
listen, seonwoo knew of the trend. he didn't really think anything of it. it was kinda funny in a way but also boring. so when one day when you came back to him, nails done, and asked him if he would to the trend, he was actually quite shocked. he wasn't exactly against the idea but...
"but... what if people know its us?" he asked.
"i'll just make a new account," you shrugged, straddling seonwoo's lap.
seonwoo tilted his head. his pink plump lips pouted at you. "i don't know..."
"seonwoo, baby, you're overthinking it." you shifted a bit up so your pussy rested on his crotch. you watched him gulp in nervousness. "all you need to think of is my hand on your cock, hmm?" you asked, slowly rocking your hips against his.
an involuntary moan flew from seonwoo's lips. "or maybe do you want my lips, hmm, baby? i can suck you off while i fuck myself on my fingers."
well when you put it like that...
seonwoo let out a strangled sigh. "okay, okay. you got me. just do the video quickly. and i mean quickly." he gave you a knowing look.
you laughed softly, pressing a brief kiss to his lips. "thank you!" you squealed, moving your hips off of him. you could heart seonwoo grunt at the movement, letting his head rest on the couch.
through small eyes, he watched you take your phone out and click record. your hands travelled from his thigh to his crotch, making his lower stomach clench. he let out a string of airy whines as you rubbed him through his pants.
he was so sensitive when you teased him. his hips bucked against your hands, screaming for stimulation.
seonwoo's eyes flickered to you, watching you crawl up to him while you kept your phone and in the same position. he begged for you to finish the video through his eyes. but you couldn't help it. teasing him was just so fun.
seonwoo's eagerly watched as you pulled down the straps of your singlet, revealing your bare breasts. "oh fuck," he moaned, eyes closed tightly, feeling you speed up your rubbing.
"seonwoo," you cooed, "don't you want to see them? they're your favourite. soon they'll be bouncing up and down," you moaned at the thought, only making him groan even more as his hips were slowly getting out of control.
"baby... please," seonwoo pleaded, opening his eyes.
"you could cum in between these tits, baby," you whimpered, feeling your pussy get even more wet. seonwoo let out more curse words, aching to reach out to touch your breasts.
his cock was impossibly hard, throbbing in his pants, waiting to be released from the confines of the fabric. seonwoo whined as he watched you play with your breasts. his breath hitched when you ditched the phone and the video you finished ages ago and put a hand under his sweats. a long moan fell from his mouth as he felt you rub his bare cock.
"isn't that better?" you asked, knowing you didn't need any response except his moans.
suddenly he reached out, stopping your hand with heavy pants falling from him. seonwoo looked at you dazed while you looked at him confused. shuffling out of his sweats, his cock stood tall against his stomach. he swallowed all the saliva in his mouth and looked at you straight in the eye. "ride me."
jungwon
jungwon and you both learnt of the trend together when you were scrolling on tiktok at home. it would've been a thing of the past until jungwon made a brief comment that it looked fun and you told him, "i bet you wouldn't even last a minute before you begged me to stop recording."
yeah, that didn't sit well with him nor his competitiveness. he turned to you and said, "alright. bet. if i win... i want four orgasms from you."
you narrowed your eyes and nodded. "okay, fine. if i win–"
"in a row, that is," jungwon added.
you paused. in a row?... fuck, you needed to win. you reluctantly nodded again. "fine... if i win... i get to blueball you for two weeks."
jungwon's mouth open. "two weeks? that's too long," he complained. "i can't last that long without you and i know you can't."
you rolled your eyes at his cocky tone. "i guess we'll see."
lucky for the both of you, you had gotten your nails done a few days ago. not that it really mattered anyway but the nails were no longer a part of this scenario.
jungwon rested his head on the bed, gesturing for you to go on. you suppressed the urge roll your eyes again and hit record on your phone.
a minute... please. you had gotten jungwon begging in less than thirty seconds.
you pushed your hand against his crotch, ensuring there was some special pressure at the tips of your fingers that crowded around his cock. you could feel jungwon tense and take a deep breath. you push down your grin and continued to rub him through his sweats.
you knew the tips and tricks to win. it wasn't exactly touching his cock that got him begging. it was everything leading up to it. you purposely trailed off course, nails lightly skimming his lower stomach and v-line.
jungwon sucked in a sharp breath, feeling a wave of euphoria hit him. smiling, you travelled back down to his cock, finding the throbbing tip of it. his sweats were thin due to the heat, allowing you to locate the slit where he was the most sensitive.
"gah, fuck," jungwon whined. suddenly he felt the urge to pray that a minute was almost over. his hips bucked as you trailed over and over his slit with your plump lips pulled between your teeth. he clenched his jaw, grasping the bedsheet for something.
to take things a step further, while trying to maintain the fact you were recording a tiktok, still rubbing his cock through his sweats, you moved your head over his stomach, flattening your tongue right over his v-line.
"jesus! fuck, fuck, okay, enough, enough," jungwon moaned when his hips began to falter under his control and speed up at your touch. his head fell back to the bed as sweat covered his body. he sat up straight just as you paused the video while grinning at him. "please, please tell me that was over a minute," he asked with burning cheeks.
you were so caught up in teasing him you had forgotten about the time. fuck.
you hesitantly looked at the video's timestamp. "are you fucking serious right now?" you grumbled.
"what? what is it?" jungwon asked, taking the phone from your hands. his eyes widened as he began to laugh. he stood up on the bed, beginning to jump while you groaned in annoyance.
"59 seconds! ha!" jungwon teased, dangling the phone in your face.
you cursed under your breath, covering your face with your hands. "that's basically a minute... with rounding," you fake cried in irritation.
you felt the bed dip as jungwon sat down. he removed your hands from your face. "well then... should we get started?"
you raised a brow. "what do you mean?"
jungwon smirked. "well those four orgasms aren't going to come by themselves, are they?"
author's note: i got this idea after reading a dialogue prompt and i thought it would work in the world of idols!
heeseung
can't tell if he's dreaming or not– he blinked at you, unable to decipher reality. his eyebrows are scrunched while an incredulous expression falls overs his face. "what do you mean, 'can't you stop?'" this was ludicrous. the strangest thing he had ever heard.
you gave him a pointed look. "you know what i mean."
heeseung poked the inside of his cheek with his tongue. "of course, i can't stop." what a stupid thing of you to say. any hope he had was deflating. his shoulders were slumped and his happy demeanour was fading. he folds his arms before taking a deep breath. "why would i want to stop? i like you. a lot. i don't think i would ever want to stop."
jeez, okay, poet heeseung. "b-but what about your company? your fans?" you asked nervously.
he tilted his head and let out a sigh of relief. he thought you were meaning something else entirely. he stretched his arms and brought them around you, enveloping you into a warm, comforting hug. "real fans will love you. and as for the company, i'll make sure they protect you, okay? no one will invade you or your life, i promise."
your heart warmed at his words. he cared... so much. you held him tighter, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "i love you, hee."
"i love you too, sweetheart."
jongseong
he's the only logical and calm member– he would be like, "okay."
and you would blinked, taken aback. because like what? you weren't expecting the response. you were just trying to offset his feelings because dating someone like jay, as amazing it could be, was a huge risk and step for you. but this was... what you wanted right?
you twiddled your fingers, nodding slowly. "okay then..." you awkwardly said.
to your shock, jay grabbed your hands gently and met your eyes earnestly. "if that's what you want, then i'll respect that. but if it's because you're scared, then i promise i'll do whatever it takes and however long it takes to make you feel safe."
you widened your eyes at his words, feeling small tears line your waterline. how on earth had you been so lucky to meet him out of all the people in the world... you will never know. but you couldn't let the conversation end like this. "jay..." you called softly.
jay hummed in response, mind already busy with what he needs to do.
"i really really like you too," you confessed.
jay paused his pondering. he couldn't believe his ears. you had given it a chance. a wide smile finally spread onto his face and for a moment, all the worry in the world had disappeared into the air. he squeezed your hand after bringing a small kiss to the back of it.
in the end.... a respectful king.
jaeyun
this man is already so clingy. hearing something like this would break his heart! :(
jake wouldn't even understand what you mean and would just get clingier. his eyes would be round with worry and searching your own, his hands would already be out to reach yours. "i... i–what you do you mean? i can't just stop. not when i like you so much. did i," he cleared his throat, "did i do something, perhaps? just tell me and i'll fix it."
you chewed your lip nervously. he was already breaking all the walls you had built up for this conversation. "jake," you whined softly, swinging his hands. "you're making this really hard."
"making what hard, sweetheart? what's going on in that pretty head of yours?" jake queried gently, tucking a tress behind your hair.
christ.
"i'm terrified," you blurted. you took in a sharp breath upon seeing a bit of confusion enter jake's puppy browns. still playing with his fingers, "i just... it's going to be so difficult. us i mean. you're you and i... i'm me. we're so different and the world–"
finally it clicked for jake.
"oh baby," he cooed, bringing you into a tight hug. as he rubbed your back gently, he said, "even if the world was against us, i would be happy that it's you and me in the end. we'll get through anything if it comes up... together, hmm?"
soft cries in the audience for jake ♡︎
sunghoon
bro, if jake didn't understand, this guy is the definition of not understanding.
not only did sunghoon not get it, he refused your answer! "no. i can't stop and i won't. i don't care," he said with the most indifferent tone.
all your worry is put on hold for a brief moment. you blankly look at him. "i... what?" it was all you could say after being so dumbfounded.
"why? why do you want me to stop?" sunghoon asked, hands resting on his hip.
you sucked in a sharp breath. you didn't like where this conversation was going. sunghoon was beginning to sound like your mother and you were slowly slipping into trouble. your eyes darted around your surroundings. "uh, because i don't like you...?"
now sunghoon is like ????????? what's with the question mark at the end?
sunghoon raised a brow, putting his hands on either side of your arms. he looked you dead in the eye. "okay... now tell me that while looking me in the eye."
oh... fuck.
you forcefully planted your eyes onto his. "i... i don't like you," you affirmed with a small nod to hopefully get sunghoon to buy your poorly made lie.
sunghoon was now the one with a blank expression. "you know when you lie, you chew your cheek? you've done it twice now. and you won't me to believe you?"
"sunghoon!" you cried out of frustration. "stop making this harder than it needs to be!"
"that's on you, not me," sunghoon shrugged. you were officially considering smacking him in the head.
"oh my god... do you even really like me, you big phony?" you queried incredulously.
sunghoon dropped his antics and sent you a genuine smile. "more than you'll ever know. so don't be scared and let's face this together, hmm?"
seonwoo
no seonwoo :( he's so sulky and pouty. worse than jake if we're being real.
"ah, what are you talking about? i just told you i liked you! how can i stop?!" he argued, folding his arms and mending his brows in the only way he knew how to express his anger.
you open your mouth to respond but he continues to talk. seonwoo's hands begin to start flailing about. "also why would i stop? how?! you're so... likeable. gosh, everything is so good about you! you're so pretty, so funny, so smart, so talented... and you want me to stop? okay. fine. how about you stop bring pretty and good at everything? hmm? stop making me feel things and making me blush! how about that? huh?"
seonwoo, by now, has run out of steam. he's heavily breathing while lowkey glaring at you for suggesting something so stupid.
and you stand in front of him like, 0_0.
"seonwoo," you started, "i-i just meant... i'm scared for us because of your fans. and i worry for you. i know how you get when there's hate. you pretend it doesn't affect you but you're hurt, which is totally fine but that terrifies and hurts me too. i just wish you shared your problems with me if you felt comfortable enough to."
seonwoo's shoulder dropped at your words. he pursed his lips "oh."
you winced, feeling like you had made things too serious.
"ohhhhhh, that makes sense," he chirped, clapping his ands.
eh? all of a sudden?
seonwoo took a deep breath, calming himself down. he grabbed your hands, covering it with his own. "first of all, i'm so so sorry for worrying you. i promise you, i'll tell you how i'm feeling, hmm? and the fans... who cares? we don't need to care about anyone. just you and me."
jungwon
as the leader, he's used to being put in situations and having to adjust. but this... this puts jungwon off entirely.
because what are you talking about? he had worked up so much courage to tell you he liked you and you were telling him to just stop.
jungwon blinked, trying to process your words. he pressed his lips together, making his dimples pop out. he scratched his forehead. "so let me get this straight... tell me if i'm wrong. but you want me to stop like you? is that right? after i told you i liked you? are... are you okay? are you sick? do you need medicine?"
as humorous as the latter sounded, jungwon was entirely serious. his hand was raised to your forehead, feeling for your temperature. raising a brow, he said, "you don't feel hot..."
"jungwon," you blankly said, hand still on your forehead, "i am perfectly fine," you assured him.
jungwon removed his hand, falling into deeper thought. "then why? i mean, i could try but i'd fail because all i do is think about you. if i'm being honest, trying to stop liking you would be unrealistic and far too difficult for me. and in the most non-offensive way, i think you're lying. this isn't something you want. i know that because i know you like me too."
ah jungwon... always so straightforward. even now, he was making your cheeks flush.
jungwon shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans. "and if you're scared... i understand."
you lifted your head, eyes widening.
jungwon nodded to himself, realising he had hit the nail on it's head. "i'll give you space, if that's what you want. but i wish you would let me comfort you in these times. i would like to work through these problems with you. i would fight for you in a heartbeat."
jungwonnie ahhhhhh ♡︎
riki
maybe surprising, but despite being the youngest, he's probably the one who understands the most. he's still stubborn, don't get me wrong, but he knows exactly where you're coming from.
his entire career, from the moment he stepped onto i-land, people viewed him strangely. the boy from japan in korea or they saw him in a way that was unbecoming and made him comfortable. his experience with fans was always bittersweet. some enjoyed him for who he was while others were asking marry him when he was still a minor.
either way, riki stands by you like a rock. well, figuratively. he was actually currently sitting beside you in a park. "i'm not going to stop liking you, so you can stop trying to convince me. i'm going to stick by you. what do they say... through thick and thin? for better or for worse... in sickness and health? i'm going to draw boundaries for everyone so don't you worry about those 'fans.'"
at your silence, he turned to you, eye widening upon seeing the unshed tears in your waterline. that was not what he was going. quickly, he stood up from his seat and bent down in front of you. he held one of your hands and used his other to hold your face. "oh my god, i didn't mean to make you cry. i'm so sorry! please, stop. i don't like seeing you cry, especially because of me."
riki furrowed his brows upon hearing you laugh lightly and your body shake. he ducked his head further, trying to get a clear glimpse of your face. "i... you're laughing?" he asked incredulously.
you chuckled softly, putting both of your hands on his face. "riki, you idiot... i'm crying out of happiness. you're so sweet!"
riki's cheeks burned under your hands. he raised a brow, "me? sweet?" he questioned. he shrugged. "i mean i guess i am?" he said nonchalantly, making you hit him playfully.
synopsis: we're just friends... right? or in which jungwon confronts the borders between being friends and a little something more.
warnings: fluff, poor humour, students of science, an overuse of italics hehe, skinship, appearance of jake, wonyoung (ive), chanyoung (riize), mention of blood/falling
word count: 3k+ library: enhypen bookshelf
author’s note: first post! ah i’m lowkey nervous. i hope you like it!! i did proof read but no promises ♡︎
You hated crush culture. You've hated it your entire life. It was delusional and dishonest. More specifically, it was always so... lonely. There was a reason you avoided the entire thing in general.
But they say change is a good thing. And the universe had rolled its dice and given you change. Change’s name was Yang Jungwon.
To be honest, you met Jungwon completely on accident. Like seriously.
It was nothing on you. In fact, you were perfectly fine. Normal, if you will. It was the first day of your second year and you were far more prepared than you were the previous. You walked out of your house with your bag, a decent lunch you could afford, and phone and bus card in hand.
Out of all the types of university students, you were a commuter. It was hard at first. Your bus stop was a bit far from your house, but it was nowhere near as far as your campus. Busing, especially during peak hour, made you want to move further into the city but you didn't have thousands of dollars to spend and the option to throw yourself off the bus looked more appealing (not to mention affordable).
But now, you were a little more used to it. Yes, you still wanted to throw yourself off of the bus. But it had gotten to the point where you had memorised all the bus times, alternative bus routes and traffic patterns to accomodate you easily.
Clearly, this was not the case for Jungwon. No siree.
While you were on time had gotten your 'reserved seat' on your bus, which was actually just the same seat you took if it was available, Jungwon had managed to oversleep, overindulge on breakfast (or should one say his favourite drama) and run out of his house for his bus before realising the card for said bus was still on his desk.
You remembered it as clear as day. Your body jolting forward as the bus came to a sudden stop. The muffled shouting of someone outside, begging for the bus to stop. The grumble of bus driver, the beep of the card, the constant apologies, and the start of the engine. The figure of the late person entering your peripheral vision as they grabbed onto the handle... and that's where that ended... initially.
It only took the swerve of some idiot driver in the lane next to you for the bus to stop soon after and for a boy to lose his grip on the handle and fall.
Right on the empty seat next to you.
Why he didn't sit there in the first place was beyond you. He was probably far too embarrassed. But this was worse.
You remembered staring at him a bit dazed as though you were blanked out but also in shock. You remembered the big dark ebony eyes that stared back at you momentarily before his head bowed sheepishly, greeting you with flushed cheeks.
Why on earth was he greeting you?!
"Hi, I'm Yang Jungwon," The boy introduced himself to you, still lying awkwardly on the seat next you.
Hesitantly, you slightly bowed back, unsure of whether you should really say your name to a stranger.
Jungwon positioned himself on the seat, clearing his throat as the bus started again. He took a glance at the card dangling of your neck and widened his eyes.
Your body froze when he called out your name. Stiffly you turned to him and raised a brow. You were about to ask how he knew but realised your student ID was hanging around your neck in order for you to get easy access to your closed labs.
"We're CHEM 205 and BIOSCI 211 partners!" Jungwon informed you with a cheery smile.
You blinked at the dimples appearing on his face. Shaking your head discreetly, you refocused your attention to him, more specifically his words. "We are?" You lamely asked.
Jungwon nodded, folding his arms as his head ducked to see whether the bus had reached the campus yet. "We are. Didn't you read the list online? It's on there."
You scoured your brain, trying to link the keywords to any past experience and eureka! We have a winner. You did in fact recall a list. Many lists, to be precise. You had set partners for the semester in some classes. 205 and 211... you remember having the same partner who was Yang Jun... oh...
You looked at Jungwon with pursed lips. "Ah, so you're Yang Jungwon? Nice to meet you. I'm .... but you already knew that... apparently." You bowed once again but with more confidence this time.
Jungwon smiled and bowed again, letting his dimples pop out. You quietly sucked in a sharp breath and averted your eyes to the surrounding area outside the bus window. This couldn't go wrong at all.
To think you would even end up being friends with Jungwon was a shocking revelation let alone that you would still be friends the following year.
Jungwon was actually an amazing person to be friends with. University was difficult enough and friends were surprisingly hard to come by in such a bustling place.
Even though you had met him the most recent, out of your small friend group, he was the closest to you. A frustrating reality.
You should've known. You should've known when he stopped your bus. You should've known when he chose the handle near your chair out of all places. You should've known when he fell next to you. And you especially should've known when he smiled those stupid dimples at you!
You should've known that you were going to see him as something more than a friend.
Jungwon was the definition of boyfriend material. He was sweet and caring, easy to get along with, pretty yet handsome, stupid in ways that made you laugh and smile for far too long... everything about him was almost perfect. Almost because it allowed you to pretend that he wasn't. Almost because these days he was making things for you and your feelings far more difficult than they had to be and it was frustrating.
For someone who you considered a friend, Jungwon stared at you a few seconds too long for your heart to continue functioning. You called each other late at night under the pretence of workload only for you to fall asleep. You watched each other’s favourite movies together, resulting in Jungwon falling asleep more often than not. Jungwon liked to cuddle. You didn’t mind. Every time you met him, you always had the sudden urge to rush to him, confess your feelings and kiss the heck out of him.
But you couldn't and you didn't. These weren't friendly things. And you two were just friends. Jungwon was someone you shared your happy and sad moments with. A true friend. You couldn't risk losing someone like that to your feelings.
Today you were meeting Jungwon. Well, it was supposed to be you, Jungwon, Jake, Wonyoung, and Chanyoung. But Wonyoung called in sick and so the cancellation train began. Hangovers, essays, and what not.
It was Jungwon who actually suggested you two hanging out anyways. You were prepared to flat out say no because that sounded like dangerous territory for you. But you didn't have the heart to. Especially not after Jungwon told you he missed not seeing you (he just saw you three days ago) and his persistence was as strong as his dedication to find every chocolate item on a menu.
You both decided to meet at the beach seeing as he was visiting his grandparents and it was closer to him. Arriving at the area, you looked at the time on your phone. 9:14 am. There was still 16 minutes left, the time you allocated in case your bus decided to be a nuisance to you.
The area was unfamiliar to you but the popular cafe branch nearby wasn't. You walked towards it, clutching your purse. An iced chocolate with cream and chocolate sprinkles. Jungwon's favourite drink. You learned of it about three weeks into meeting him and ever since then, any time you met, you brought him one. Wonyoung and Jaeyun always teased you about it. "Why didn't you get me one?" They'd ask. So every now and then, you brought a few more to make sure you weren't so obvious. But it made Jungwon happy which made you happy.
With only a few minutes left, you started to head towards the beach. You weren't sure where Jungwon would be but you'd find him. You always did.
You heard your name being yelled as your feet fell slightly into the warm sand, pouring into your sandals. God, how long had it been since you'd been to the beach? You weren't particularly fond of it. The atmosphere was always nice but the smell of salt made you feel queasy. But upon seeing Jungwon, neither of those things seemed to matter anymore.
You waved to Jungwon happily, only a couple of metres away from him. He waved again, far more enthusiastically than you, perched up on the rocky shore with the breeze blowing past his hair as though he were some sort of angel. Sometimes you thought it was unfair how pretty he was.
You watched him continue to wave in a way that bordered on stupid before Jungwon's leg slipped against the wet grain of the rocks and he fell, knee-first onto another.
With wide eyes and the yelp of his name, you quickly rushed to his aid, putting his drink on the side. "Holy shit, Jungwon. Are you okay?" You asked, fretting heavily while your hands quickly moved to shift him so he was sat instead.
"I'm fine, I'm fine. I probably should've loo–" Jungwon trailed off when he realised your eyes and hands were darting around to make sure he wasn't hurt. He blinked in awe when you gasped at the cut on his knee. He quietly watched you open your purse that was dangling at your side and pull out your drink bottle, tissues, and a plaster.
A sudden hiss fell from his lips when he felt the cold water trickle down his bare leg, taking all the dirt and salt with it. "Sorry," you winced at his pain, chewing your lip nervously as you patted his knee dry. "This is why I tell you to stop moving all the time. Why are you always in such a rush, hmm? Take things slow." You chided, peeling the plastic of the plaster and pasting it onto his knee.
Jungwon smiled softly at your worried scoldings. He tilted his face, examining your concerned yet miffed expression. "I can't. I'm always in a rush to see you," He simply said, shrugging his shoulders.
You looked up in surprise, removing your fingers from his knees, findng Jungwon staring at you with an oddly soft gaze. You blinked several times in an attempt to discern whether this was reality or not. It was. Huh...
You sucked in a sharp breath, ignoring what he said with an eye roll and grabbing the drink you brought him. "Your glucose, fine sir," You poorly jested.
Jungwon moved his eyes from your face after a long second and smiled at the drink.
You always brought him it without fail. For class, for exam revision, after an exam, when you hung out like today... he distinctly remembers the day you were sick and you told him you weren't coming in. He was bummed to say the least, the only reason he came was to see you so what was the point? Begrudgingly, he attended his classes and came back home with his sister saying you had left him his drink and a note. Technically we would've met anyway... so here! :) P.S This is actually a bribe for today's notes! Thank you in advanced, Wonnie! He had never been so happy over a drink until then.
You felt your body tense as he took the drink from your hand, fingers brushing over yours and lingering for another second too long. You cleared your throat, finally sitting down next to him. You swivelled your head around the beach, briefly smiling at feel of the sun and wind and the sight of people running around and having fun. "This is so nice! The weather is good too. It's a shame the others couldn't come."
Jungwon's eyes turned to his surroundings and back to you. He watched in silence as nature exemplified the most beautiful person it had ever created. He bit down his smile and took a sip of his drink. "I don't think so."
"Huh?" You queried, facing him with furrowed brows.
Jungwon met your confused gaze and grinned. He rested his hands at his side, revelling in the wind. "A shame, I mean. I don't think it's a shame."
There he went again. He always said something that could mean something else entirely and it killed you.
You rolled your eyes. "So greedy," You joked in a teasing tone, hitting his arm lightly. "You can't have me all to yourself, Jungwon."
I know... Jungwon thought. It sucks.
Jungwon blinked and sighed quietly. He eyed his drink and looked over to you. Jutting out his hand, he nudged it towards you. "Have some."
You pursed your lips. "Oh... I didn't bring another straw..." You sheepishly said. "It's okay, though. Our professor would say it's unsanitary due 'the bonds.'" Your new professor was an interesting one. You met three times a week and every time she would crack a chemistry joke involving bonds with everyday items. You didn't know how she thought of all these but you knew you and Jungwon loved them.
"The bonds," Jungwon clicked his tongue, grinning to himself. "What type of broke uni student are you?" He teased, opening the drink and flipping the straw to the unused side, soon pushing it back to you.
You poked your tongue at him before taking a sip. Your eyes widened at the creamy chocolate that invaded your mouth. "Whoa! This actually really good!"
Jungwon leaned on his arm, watching you enjoy your new discovery. "Why don't you ever bring one for yourself? We could enjoy them together."
You turned to face Jungwon, giving the drink back. "Let's just say it's because I can and end it there," You laughed softly, cheeks burning.
"Why is your laugh so pretty?" Jungwon asked suddenly, stilling leaning on his arm.
You felt sober all of a sudden. Your throat was dry. Maybe you needed that drink again. How did he say these things so casually? You forced out an awkward short laugh before clearing your throat. Averting your eyes, you peered at the sky, taking notice of the pink kite in the sky as well as Jungwon's lingering gaze. "W-Wow! Look at that kite! It's so high!"
Jungwon tilted his head. "Why do you always do that?"
You raised a brow. "Do what?"
"Why do you always pretend like I'm not flirting with you? Like we're just friends? I hate it," Jungwon confessed, putting all his focus on you.
Your heart was racing against time itself, speeding in your chest and booming in your ears. You swallowed your saliva even though your mouth felt dry. "I-I... I don't know what you're talking about. What more would we be other than friends?" You attempted your game of dismissal one more time.
A sigh fell from Jungwon's lips. "Bullshit," He said, "I thought it was obvious... I like you."
Suddenly Jungwon's consistent urging for you two meet despite everyone's cancellation began to make sense. This was a something in between a confession and a confrontation. Just like the something line between you and Jungwon's relationship.
Your palms felt sweaty and your breath was caught in your throat. Clenching your shirt, you sucked in a sharp breath. Every fibre of you wanted to reject his words. There was no way this was reality. Your feelings being reciprocated... how?
But all you could say was: "Y-You like me? Why?"
Jungwon laughed softly in amusement. Shifting closer to you, he took your hands into his, noticing your hitched breath and tense body. He pushed your hair behind your ear to get a better view of your flushed face. "Why wouldn't I? You make me happy. I think– talk about you all the time... like embarrassingly a lot. Ask my grandparents or my sister. Every class you're not here for makes me sad. I only come in for you. You even memorised my favourite drink and bring it to me like every day because it makes me happy. To be honest, I fell for you the day I literally fell for you."
You were pretty sure your cheeks were on fire. Like really on fire. Jungwon's touch made you feel even more sweaty. You were so sure that you would never cross the line of friendship with Jungwon. But here you were...
Well shit... how are you going to top all of that?
You heard Jungwon laugh, head falling into your hands. Damn it... you had said it out loud. "Jungwon," You whined, hitting his arm playfully, "Don't be such a jerk."
"Sorry," Jungwon said, quietening down while wiping away the brimming tears. "You're just so cute. Please continue."
You sucked in a sharp breath as your heart suddenly began majoring in gymnastics. "You're so disgusting... why do I even like you?" You mumbled.
"Not that I'm really surprised, but hey, at least you like me," Jungwon faked a happy cheer, fists raised up near his face.
Well you ought to smack some sense into this boy.
"Are we like... supposed to kiss now?" You joked.
Jungwon's hands fell from his face and all humour from his face had disappeared. How's that for sense?
"Can I? I mean– may I?" Jungwon asked seriously, a tinge of pink climbing up his ears.
You blinked blankly, becoming speechless once again as your own cheeks began to redden. You nodded meekly. "Yes please." You managed to whisper out, barely recognising your own voice.
Jungwon smiled widely. His hand reached out to the back of your neck, bringing you in closer. Your heart hammered hard against your chest while you felt your breaths become shallow. Leaning in further, he flickered his eyes once back to you before he brought his lips to yours.
Jungwon's touch on you right now was so minimal yet it sent tingles down every inch of you. Your own hands fell to his cheeks so naturally, just like you had imagined many times before. Your breath had entirely been seized by him as goosebumps littered your skin.
It was odd.
You felt so hot and despite everything, you had shivers and goosebumps as if you were cold for crying out loud. The heat of your cheeks had never been hotter. You could've sworn that Jungwon was so close he could feel it.
Jungwon returned your breath, removing his lips slowly and stubbornly, letting them graze against your skin briefly before fulling looking at you. He exhaled a soft laugh at your dazed expression, moving his hand from your neck and letting his face nestle into your hands. "You okay?" He asked, brown eyes searching yours.
You nodded gently, "Yeah, I'm okay. I'm good," You murmured, lowering your face to hide the fresh colour palette of pink and red scattered amongst your skin.
