𝒢𝒞 SYNOPSIS ───── you swear you’re over lee heeseung. for months, you’ve managed to convince yourself both you and him have moved on. all it takes is one song written by him to prove you were wrong.
OVERFLOW . . . smau, ex!heeseung, fem!reader, yunjin (le sserafim) used to present reader, heeseung’s a little toxic (?), take any jokes of hee leaving enhypen lightly pls, ignore timestamps ⟡ taglist open
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work can be crazy as it is, so when someone offers to make en o'clock filming more fun? well—who are you to pass up on something like that!
pairing: idol!nishimura riki x fem!reader
featuring: (not-idols) sophia of katseye & minji of new jeans
content/warnings: cursing, kms jokes and d-word implications, two suggestive jokes, boxing mention, probably inaccurate references to shooting a variety show, timestamps do not matter!! this is the final part heh
a/n: sorry this took a bit hehe i just started the new semester 😴 so been a bit busyyy!! but thank u to everyone who supported part 1 hihi <3
can u do another secretly dating idol ni-ki x idol reader but they get caught dating ?
— DISPATCH... ? | nishimura riki
ʚɞ pairing - idol boyfriend!ni-ki x idol girlfriend!reader - content fluff // drabble // imagines // established private relationship // reader is member of lesserifim
warnings: brief use of "kms" slang - wc 1.6k
synopsis . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ ⟡ ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁. being an idol isn't easy... it’s even a little more difficult when you're dating one. when you and ni-ki get a little too comfortable around each other, the line between public and private starts to blur.
a/n: requested by anon— thank u for the ideaa (and feeding into my delusions)!! i decided to continue on from my previous one shot idol au fic with ni-ki to build some more plot cs i love me some of that, story is linked as part 1
**u don't need to read pt 1 to understand pt 2
pt.1 | pt. 2
"how was practice today?"
there you were, laying on your bed in the dorms, exhausted after your long day of fan signs and interviews. you faced the camera towards the ceiling to avoid seeing yourself a mess in that little box in the corner of the facetime screen.
"why can i only see your forehead?" ni-ki always spoke in a higher pitch when he asked questions he genuinely was curious about.
from the cute habit, you couldn't help but laugh when responding. "i look crazy... now go on and answer me."
ni-ki pouted at the camera, putting a finger under his eye— imitating a tear falling down his face.
"i wanna see your face, pretty."
you rolled your eyes, angling the camera down to you. "happy?"
"very." he smiled with his teeth. "practice was good.. just tiring like always. we got some new choreography done for the next comeback."
"mm, i understand."
he furrowed his brows in a sarcastic manner, "well, i would hope so."
"why're you so goofy?" you let out a giggle, "did something happen today?"
ni-ki clicked his tongue and set the camera up on the night stand. you watched as he stood up from his bed and disappeared out of frame. you raised your eyebrows at the sudden movement.
"ni-ki?"
no answer... then a few seconds later, he returned holding a black baseball cap.
".. what are you doing?"
he completely ignored the question, pulling the hat over his messy hair before grabbing a black face mask from his desk. you sat up slightly in bed, "ni-ki."
"what?" he replied innocently.
"why are you getting dressed?"
"i'm already dressed."
"oh my gosh, you know what i mean."
a grin spread across his face as he hooked the mask around one ear. "get ready in 10. the uber will be there soon."
you stared at the screen and blinked. he wanted to go out... right now? you looked at the time on the top of the screen on your phone, which it read 9PM.
"are you joking?"
"nope."
"do you see the time.."
"and?"
"and i'm tired."
ni-ki tilted his head. "you can be tired in my presence."
a smile tugged at your lips as you ran your hands through your hair. "that's not how that works."
ni-ki picked up the phone from the desk and put his face up close to the camera. he made a cute, annoyed. face "i already asked my manager earlier today to contact yours, they gave us permission."
you shook your head while smiling, "alright, see you in a bit."
~~~~
when the uber arrived to your dorm building, you hopped in already seeing ni-ki in the backseat next to you. during the whole ride, you both exchanged words of both of your days, occasionally saying something dumb enough to make the other person laugh. after the short awaited ride, you reached your destination. ni-ki and you thanked the driver, he got out of the car first to open your door— soon lacing his fingers with yours.
the destination was the myeongdong night market. the atmosphere was pleasing, a relaxing place to be at after a long day of being locked up in the hybe building, dancing, singing, repeating everything over and over until perfection.
as you both walked through the crowd, his hand still stayed attached to yours.
you both soon darted towards the tteokbokki stand in the long strip way of the street. ni-ki ordered two small bowls, immediately receiving them. ni-ki directed you to follow him towards the various vendors to stand in front of, mostly so you two wouldn’t be noticeable in the crowds of people walking.
he handed you one bowl as he held his own, pulling down his mask under his chin to eat freely— which you did the same. you closed your eyes in pure pleasure, nodding. “mm, this is good.”
he nodded as well, chewing away.
a few minutes later, not too long, you both finished up and threw your trash away in nearby bins. ni-ki and you were now just walking by each other peacefully down the street that was filled let’s somewhat a good amount of people— that was until ni-ki felt a tap on his arm.
he turned his head around only, seeing a shorter woman with black short hair. she made an o with her lips, covering her mouth in an instant.
“o-oh my gosh— are you ni-ki from enhypen..?”
he paused in his tracks, and instinctively, you did too.
he nodded, bowing. “yes, it’s nice to meet you.”
“i’m a big fan of your group, this is crazy!” she whisper yelled.
he let out a low chuckle, “i’m glad to meet an engene.”
“can i get a picture,” suddenly, her eyes were no longer on him, but you. you and the fan made eye contact, in which you turned around swiftly, walking the opposite direction to avoid being seen or acknowledged.
she then turned back to ni-ki. “i hope your staff won’t mind!” she pointed towards your direction, and ni-ki turned to look. you now had your head down, scrolling on any all you could on your phone.
“sorry, i’m not allowed. i can sign something for you though?”
“that’s would be great!”
soon enough, the fan interaction was over and ni-ki immediately went to search for you… luckily for him you weren’t too far. you stayed near the front of another vendor to wait for him. you looked at him with wide eyes, full of worry.
looking at you, he laughed, taking his arms and wrapping it around your body. he pulled you in for a small hug, “are you okay?”
you put your hands in his chest to push you back a bit from him. “did i get noticed?”
ni-ki shrugged nonchalantly.
you rolled your eyes and hit him softly on one of his arms. “i’m scared to continue walking.”
ni-ki smiled, from the way you could see in his eyes, then grabbed your hood from behind your neck to pull it around your head. he bent down while adjusting the hood in a gentle manner.
“do you feel better like this?”
“.. a little.”
“m'kay then, let’s go.” he took your hand and started to walk again. while walking, he brought your hand up to his covered mouth by his face mask to give your hand a kiss.
you walked closer by him, nudging your arm right up against his.
~~~~
you woke up to twitter blowing up, nothing with titles of your own name, but your boyfriend's.
@/engene4ever.co:
i met ni-ki from enhypen at the myeongdong night market yesterday night and got his signature! i felt so bummed out tho bc i was hoping for a picture with him… i asked his staff if i was allowed but she walked away rather quick… the more i think about it, the more i feel like she wasn’t staff— but more like his gf 🫣 am i crazy????? anyways, here’s the signature i got! [1:attachment]
replies:
^ You might be crazy LOL why would BE:LIFT even let him have a gf in the first place
^ omg ur so lucky you met THE nishimura riki🫠 wish i was u
^ what girl is even good enough to be his gf
^ bye not u guys making up random rumors now.. that was most definitely staff😭.
after scrolling through the messages, you got up and went to the bathroom to wash up before your scheduled activities today. then, a text message came through from ni-ki, soon enough, you were full blown texting him while getting ready.
ki: good morning baby
y/n: good morning love
sorry i’m getting ready rn
ki: don’t apologize
did u see that twitter thread that’s going on abt me
y/n: i sure did
u okay?
ki: ah yea i’m chilling
company might get on me tho
y/n: hopefully not too bad
ki: oh crap
whatever u do don’t go back on twt
y/n: ok
ki: no im jp go look rn please
why are we on dispatch
y/n: dispatch…? ikyfl
ki: i’m not i’m being dead serious
on twitter, you reloaded and saw the tweet that ni-ki was exactly referring to.
[📸 EXCLUSIVE]
ENHYPEN's Ni-ki was spotted at the Myeongdong Night Market late last night.
The idol was photographed with his mask lowered while eating, making his identity unmistakable. Standing across from him was a woman noticeably shorter than him, whose face remained hidden beneath a cap and mask.
Based on build, hairstyle, and recent schedules, DISPATCH's observations suggest the woman may be LESSERIFIM’s Y/N.
your eyes scanned over the article one more time.
you blinked. ".. you have to be joking."
your cap covered most of your face, and thankfully, your own mask stayed on the entire time.
still... how did they know that was you?
you leaned a little closer to your phone, almost as if staring harder would somehow answer the question for you. your phone buzzed in your hand before you could think anything further.
ki: i think we're cooked
y/n: ok pls dont say that
ki: i'm serious
my manager just called me
y/n: what
im going to kms
as you looked back at the article— the replies were multiplying by the second, reposts climbing faster than you could even refresh the page.
while some people insisted it wasn't you, others were already convinced.
just coincidentally, your phone vibrated again.
manager
you let it ring for a second.. then another. with a quiet sigh, you answered.
synopsis . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ ⟡ ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁. nicholas came home to you after a difficult day at work, upset with tears because his sickness made him unable to perform— fortunately, you’re there to comfort him.
ʚɞ pairing idol!nicholas x female!reader - content established relationship // drabble // one shot // fluff // imagines // angst // crying - wc 979
a/n: dare i say i got inspired by the clip of nicholas crying during their &team fan showcase vlog.. maybe i do have a thing for men crying gulp
nicho: good morning my amazing beautiful girlfriend i love you
im not sure if u heard me say that this morning so i wanted to text you
sent at 4:42 AM
y/n: good morning my loving boyfriend i love you too
why did u go to work today? i told u that u need to rest
ur sick
sent at 8:36 AM
nicho: coming home now
y/n: why?
nicho: the staff and members said to
y/n: do you still have a fever?
nicho: they didn't check my temperature
y/n: ill check when u get home
nicho: okay
you sat patiently in the living room on the couch, bundled in the corner of the couch with nicholas' hoodie on that was basically yours now. on the coffee table was a thermometer along with a warm cup of coffee.
then, the moving sound of the doorknob was made aloud, making you sit upright and turn your head.
there nicholas was walking through the front door. his black hair was frayed in the front with some noticeable gel, styled, and his stage makeup was still on. he carried his large black bag around his body with his keys dangling in his hand. he didn't lift his head up when walking inside, he kept his head down as he shuffled his shoes off and set the keys in the designated box where you two kept your things.
you got up and made your way to him slowly by the front door, hands in the hoodie pocket. "hi,"
he finally looked up to you, displaying a small forced smile. "hi, baby."
you put your hands on the straps of his bag that was hanging on his shoulder, urging him to take it off by pulling it lightly— which he allowed you to.
"you always carry such a big bag," you started walking towards the bedroom where he usually puts his bag. "go sit down at the couch."
he obeyed and went straight to the couch. as soon as he plopped down, he leaned his head back in an exhausted manner. he let out a big sigh before you could come back to find out how frustrated and upset he was really feeling.
you quietly came back into the living room and took the thermometer from the table. nicholas was sitting, elbows resting on his knees now, hands hanging loosely between them as he stared at the floor.
you stood in front of him, bending down just slightly— not to the point where you were crouching on the floor though. you held his jaw, tilting it up so you could check his temperature more easily. "open for me."
he looked up with his dark brown eyes for a second before obediently parting his lips.
you slid the thermometer beneath his tongue, to which he closed his mouth and eyes.
beep.
you pulled it out. "101.4," your brows knitted together, "i knew you shouldn't have gone today."
nicholas hummed in acknowledgment.
you sighed softly before placing the thermometer back onto the coffee table. without saying anything else, you then sat down next to him. your legs were pushed up against your chest as you leaned forward to reach for his forehead.
".. you're burning up."
his eyes closed at the cool feeling of your palm. "i know."
"you know, you've barely slept. you were coughing all night."
".. mm."
his responses were barely above a whisper, which made you frown.
"nicholas," you brushed his messy bangs away from his forehead, noticing the makeup that was still perfectly done despite how sick he looked.
"how'd you get sent home?"
"we tried practicing," his voice cracked then ever so slightly. "i couldn't.."
he stopped talking, and your hand paused against his cheek.
he swallowed. "i couldn’t function, like my body wouldn't do it.. i kept getting dizzy." his eyes stayed fixed on the floor. "i couldn't breathe properly during rehearsal." he laughed quietly to himself, but it sounded humorless. "can you believe i even forgot my own parts?.. everyone kept asking if i was okay, and i kept saying yes because I didn't want to miss our performance." his shoulders slowly slumped even further.
you tilted your head at the realization of his feelings. "are you okay?"
he shook his head, puckering his lips. "no,” watching his eyes, they became a slight red, and soon, a tear fell from his eye.
having nicholas as your boyfriend for years made it clear what kind of guy he was. you knew nicholas was a very determined and dedicated person when it came to being an idol— performing was one of his favorite things to do.
you took your thumb and swiped under his eye, wiping the tear away.
“hey.. it’s okay. you just got sick, and everyone is looking out for you, they don’t want you fainting or getting in worse condition.” you leaned in and kissed his cheek softly where the tear fell. a slight shudder came out of him.
“i just don’t want to disappoint my team, or my fans.”
you shook your head, “you’re disappointing no one, either way, no one should be disappointed that you did the right thing to step out because of your health.” you ran your fingers through his black hair on the side of his head, making nicholas lean into your touch.
his eyes fluttered shut as his hand that was by his side slowly travelled up to the back of your waist, pulling you into him.
he shoved his face in the crook of your neck, mumbling against it. “gosh.. am i being dramatic?”
"you're not being dramatic, you're just nicho." you gently scratched the back of his head.
a small smile appeared on his face while reaching for your hand, giving it a kiss on the back.
".. you always know what to say, my sweet girl."
a quiet laugh escaped you. "i've been loving you for a long time."
𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ─── juhoon who was never good at telling his emotions started crying infront of you after a heated argument between you two
★ bf ! juhoon × fem!reader
word count ── 3.2k
˖᯽ ݁˖ 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑’𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 coco speaking here! JUHOON GOTTA BE THE PRETTIEST CRIER IVE EVER SEEN LIKE WHY IS HE JUST SO PRETTY ALL THE DAMN TIME 😓😓😓 UGH MY AEGI HES SO PRECIOUS TO ME 𖧧 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓
The fight began the way most disastrous arguments do—not with screaming or shattered glass, but with something deceptively insignificant.
A forgotten text, a delayed response, a sigh delivered with the wrong tone. By midnight, however, the tiny fracture had widened into something jagged and catastrophic.
Rain tapped relentlessly against the apartment windows while the city beyond the glass dissolved into blurred streaks of gold and gray. The kitchen lights remained dim, casting amber shadows across the marble counters and illuminating the tension suspended thickly between the two of you.
You stood near the island with your arms wrapped tightly around yourself, nails digging crescents into your sleeves as though physically holding yourself together.
Across from you, Juhoon leaned against the counter in suffocating silence.
That silence again. That unbearable, impenetrable quietness that made every disagreement feel one-sided, like throwing your emotions against a locked door and hearing nothing echo back.
His expression was composed in the infuriating way it always was—controlled, restrained, unreadable. Even now, during an argument that had your chest aching so violently you could barely breathe, he looked devastatingly calm.
You hated that, not because he was cruel, but because you could never tell if he cared as much as you did.
“You could at least look at me while I’m talking,” you said at last, your voice strained from holding too much emotion for too long.
His gaze flickered upward briefly before drifting away again. “I’m listening.”
“That’s the problem,” you replied bitterly. “You’re always listening. Never talking.”
His jaw flexed, a subtle reaction most people would miss.
You didn’t. You noticed everything about him because you had spent months teaching yourself how to love someone who communicated through fragments instead of sentences.
The way his fingers curled meant irritation. The slight tension in his shoulders meant discomfort. The silence meant he was overwhelmed.
Except tonight you were exhausted from deciphering him. “You always do this,” you continued, voice trembling despite your efforts to steady it. “Every single time we argue, you shut down and leave me to figure everything out on my own.”
“I’m not shutting down.”
“You haven’t said more than five words to me in ten minutes.”
He exhaled slowly through his nose, already looking fatigued by the conversation. “You know I’m not good at this.”
A humorless laugh escaped you. “At what? Communicating? Having emotions?”
“That’s not fair.”
“No?” Your eyes burned. “Then tell me what is fair, Juhoon. Because I spend half this relationship wondering whether you actually want me here.”
That finally made him look at you directly, and the hurt in his eyes was immediate. But instead of softening you, it only made the frustration twisting through your ribs intensify. “You know that’s not true.”
“How would I know?” you shot back. “You never tell me anything.”
His patience began to fracture. You could hear it in the clipped cadence of his breathing. “I show you.”
“You show me in ways I have to analyze like I’m decoding some impossible language,” you said, voice rising. “Do you know how exhausting that is?”
He pushed away from the counter then, agitation radiating from him in restrained waves. “And do you know how exhausting it is feeling like nothing I do is enough for you?”
The words struck harder than expected. You blinked. “I never said that.”
“You don’t have to.” His tone sharpened. For the first time that night, genuine anger seeped through his carefully maintained composure.
“It’s always the same conversation,” he continued. “You keep asking for more and more and more from me like I’m failing some test I didn’t even know I was taking.”
“That’s not what this is!”
“Then what is it?” he snapped suddenly. “Because apparently loving you quietly isn’t enough. Remembering everything about you isn’t enough. Being there whenever you need me isn’t enough because I don’t say pretty things every five seconds.”
The accusation stole the air from your lungs. “I never asked for perfect words,” you whispered.
“Could’ve fooled me.” The cruelty in his voice was subtle, not loud nor explosive. Which somehow made it worse.
Your throat tightened painfully. “I just want reassurance sometimes.”
“And I’m telling you I’m trying.”
“You barely talk to me when something’s wrong!”
“Because every time I do,” he said sharply, “it turns into this.”
Silence crashed between you again, only this time it felt vicious. Your heartbeat thudded painfully against your ribs. “You know what hurts the most?” you asked quietly. “I feel lonely even when I’m standing right beside you.”
Something cold flickered across his face then. Exhaustion, the kind born from feeling perpetually misunderstood. “And you know what I’m tired of?” he replied. “Feeling like I have to become someone else just to keep you satisfied.”
Your lips parted. “That’s not—”
“No, listen,” he interrupted, voice rougher now. “I can’t love the way you want every second of every day. I’m not overly emotional. I’m not good with words. And honestly?” His eyes hardened slightly. “Maybe if you stopped needing constant validation, we wouldn’t keep ending up here.”
The sentence landed like a blade driven straight between your ribs. The room went completely still. Juhoon seemed to realize it immediately.
You saw the regret flash across his features the second the words left his mouth. But it was too late, because suddenly every insecurity you had buried deep inside yourself came clawing violently to the surface.
Too clingy, too emotional, too much. Your face went blank in the terrifying way heartbreak sometimes empties a person instead of making them cry. “Wow,” you whispered.
“Baby, I didn’t mean—”
“No.” Your voice sounded distant even to yourself. “You meant it.”
His expression crumpled slightly. “I was angry.”
“That doesn’t make it less true.”
“It’s not true.”
But now you couldn’t stop hearing it. Maybe if you stopped needing constant validation. The sentence echoed viciously through your head.
You swallowed hard, suddenly unable to bear the sight of him. Without another word, you turned and grabbed your jacket from the back of the chair.
Juhoon straightened immediately. “Where are you going?”
“I need to leave for a while.”
“It’s raining.”
“I don’t care.”
He stepped forward then, panic finally overtaking the frustration on his face. “Don’t do this.”
You laughed softly, but the sound was hollow. “Do what? Leave before I embarrass myself by begging someone to love me correctly?”
His face paled. “That’s not what I said.”
“It’s what you meant.”
“I was frustrated—”
“And I was hurt.”
Your voice cracked at last. Raw devastation bleeding through the numbness settling over you. “You know what the worst part is?” you whispered, eyes glossy now. “I defended your silence for so long. To everyone. I kept telling myself you loved differently, that you cared in ways people couldn’t see.”
Juhoon looked like he physically couldn’t breathe.
“But tonight,” you continued shakily, “you made me feel stupid for wanting reassurance from the person I love.”
The apartment fell deathly silent. Rain battered the windows harder. His eyes glistened with immediate remorse “Please don’t leave angry.”
You stared at him for a long moment. At the boy you loved so desperately it frightened you. The boy whose quiet tenderness had once felt safe. Now it only felt unreachable. “I think if I stay right now,” you said softly, “I’ll say something unforgivable.”
Then you walked toward the door.
“Baby—”
But this time, when he said it, you didn’t stop, and the sound of the door closing behind you felt far too much like something breaking forever.
The night had become glacial by the time you finally wandered back toward the apartment. Hours had passed in a blur of rain-slick sidewalks, blurred streetlights, and thoughts so tangled they felt impossible to unravel.
The city was nearly silent now, stripped of its usual vibrancy, leaving only the distant hum of traffic and the occasional rush of cold wind biting against your skin.
Your fingers were numb inside your jacket pockets. Your chest hurt worse. The argument replayed relentlessly in your mind no matter how hard you tried to outrun it.
Maybe if you stopped needing constant validation.
The sentence echoed like a bruise pressed over and over again. Part of you understood he hadn’t meant it the way it sounded. You knew Juhoon better than anyone. You knew frustration twisted his words sharp sometimes, especially when emotions overwhelmed him.
But another part of you, the quieter, more fragile part—couldn’t stop wondering if there had been truth hidden beneath the cruelty.
Maybe you were too much. Too emotional, too needy, too difficult to love properly.
The thought hollowed something inside you, and somehow, despite all of it, despite the hurt still lodged painfully beneath your ribs—You missed him desperately, pathetically.
It had only been a few hours, yet every second away from him had felt profoundly wrong, as though some invisible thread tethered between your hearts had stretched too far without snapping completely.
By the time you reached the apartment building, exhaustion clung heavily to your bones. Your phone read 2:07 AM.
The hallway outside your apartment was eerily quiet. Even the usual flickering overhead light seemed dimmer tonight.
You stood outside the door for several seconds, staring blankly at the handle while anxiety twisted violently in your stomach. What if he was still angry? What if he regretted everything? What if—
You swallowed hard and unlocked the door anyway. The apartment was almost entirely dark. Only the small lamp beside the couch remained on, casting a muted golden glow across the living room. Shadows stretched lazily along the walls while rain continued murmuring softly against the windows.
And there he was. Your breath caught instantly.
Juhoon was curled awkwardly against the couch cushions, still wearing the same black hoodie from earlier. One arm lay draped over his face while the other rested limply against his stomach, like exhaustion had finally dragged him under after hours of waiting.
The sight alone nearly shattered you. He looked uncomfortable, restless. Like sleep had only claimed him out of complete emotional collapse.
Your chest constricted painfully. Slowly, carefully, you stepped closer. “Juhoon,” you whispered.
No response.
You crouched beside the couch quietly, your heart aching at how pale he looked beneath the warm light. Strands of dark hair had fallen messily across his forehead, soft and disheveled in a way that made him seem unbearably vulnerable.
Tentatively, you brushed your fingers through it. “Baby.”
His eyelashes fluttered faintly. Then slowly, reluctantly, his eyes opened, and your entire body went still.
His eyes were swollen, red-rimmed, wet. Like he had spent hours crying alone in the dark.
Your stomach dropped immediately. “Oh my god…”
The devastation on his face the moment he fully recognized you was almost unbearable to witness. Relief hit him so violently it physically altered his expression. His lips parted shakily.
Before you could even process it, Juhoon surged upright and wrapped his arms around you with desperate force, nearly knocking the breath from your lungs entirely, and then he broke apart.
A strangled sob ripped from his chest so abruptly that it startled you. His entire body trembled violently against yours while another shattered sound escaped him, raw and uncontrollable.
“Hey—hey, it’s okay,” you whispered immediately, climbing onto the couch beside him as your own vision blurred with tears. “Juhoon…”
He buried his face against your neck like he couldn’t bear to look at you directly, fingers clutching the fabric of your hoodie so tightly it almost hurt.
But you didn’t care, because Juhoon was crying. Juhoon, the boy who concealed every emotion behind silence and restraint—was sobbing in your arms like he had been holding himself together by a single unraveling thread.
“I’m sorry,” he choked out brokenly. Your heart cracked clean down the middle. “I’m so sorry.”
Another sob tore through him, rough and uneven. You froze for half a second, overwhelmed by the sheer enormity of his grief.
You had never seen him like this before. Never.
Even during the worst moments of his life, Juhoon had always remained composed in that quiet, self-destructive way of his. He internalized everything. Buried everything. Suffered in silence because vulnerability terrified him more than pain itself.
But now?
Now he was unraveling completely beneath your touch, and somehow that hurt more than the argument ever had.
“I didn’t mean it,” he whispered frantically between shaky breaths. “I swear to god I didn’t mean it like that—I didn’t mean to make you feel unwanted.”
Tears spilled down his cheeks faster than he could wipe them away. His breathing came unevenly, fragile hiccups interrupting nearly every sentence.
“You left and I just…” He swallowed hard, voice splintering apart. “I thought you were done with me.”
“Oh, Juhoon…”
“I called you like ten times,” he admitted weakly, words muffled against your shoulder. “I kept trying to figure out what to say, but nothing sounded right and I—fuck—”
His voice dissolved into another sob. “I can’t lose you.” The confession was so painfully sincere it made your own tears fall instantly.
You cupped his face carefully, forcing him to look at you despite the embarrassment flickering through his watery eyes.
And god, he looked devastated.
Wet lashes clung together while tears slid endlessly down flushed skin. His lips trembled uncontrollably, breath hitching every few seconds as though his body physically could not calm down now that the fear had finally escaped him, and beneath all that anguish.
Love.
So much overwhelming love it nearly stole the air from your lungs. “You’re not losing me,” you whispered softly.
His expression crumpled further. “I thought I already did.”
You brushed your thumbs beneath his eyes gently, catching tear after tear.
“I know I’m difficult,” he whispered hoarsely. “I know I make things hard because I don’t talk right, but I swear I love you more than anything.”
The sincerity in his voice shattered whatever remained of your anger, because he meant it. Every single syllable.
Juhoon loved with terrifying intensity. He just expressed it differently—through actions, through presence, through quiet devotion hidden in places words could never fully reach.
“I don’t know how to explain things the way you need,” he continued shakily. “But I need you here. I need you.”
Your chest ached so violently it almost felt unbearable. Without thinking, you leaned forward and kissed him softly.
The second your lips touched his, he melted completely. A trembling breath escaped him, shaky and uneven, before his hands slid around your waist with unmistakable desperation. Not possessive, but clinging, almost fragile, like he needed physical proof that you were truly there and not about to disappear again.
The kiss carried remnants of tears and exhaustion and unspoken apologies.
Juhoon kissed you like someone starved for reassurance, every movement hesitant at first before gradually deepening with overwhelming emotion. His lips trembled faintly against yours while his fingers curled tighter into the fabric of your hoodie, anchoring himself to you with quiet urgency.
You could still taste salt from his tears. Could still feel the uneven rhythm of his breathing brushing shakily against your skin, and somehow, that vulnerability shattered you more thoroughly than the argument ever had.
When you pulled back only slightly, your foreheads rested together, breaths mingling in the small space between you.
His eyes remained half-lidded and glassy, lashes damp and clumped together from crying. There was something devastatingly defenseless about the way he looked at you now, like every carefully constructed wall he’d spent years building had finally collapsed under the sheer magnitude of loving you.
“I’m sorry too,” you whispered against his mouth.
He shook his head immediately, brows pinching together. “No, don’t apologize.”
“I left.”
“You were hurt.”
“So were you.”
That alone nearly made him cry again. A shaky breath escaped him before he buried himself against you once more, arms wrapping tightly around your middle as though separation itself had become unbearable now.
This time, he didn’t fight the tears. He let them come. Soft, broken sobs trembled through him while your fingers combed gently through his hair, untangling the storm little by little.
“I love you,” you murmured repeatedly against his temple. “I love you so much.”
Every single time you said it, his grip tightened, as though he was memorizing the feeling of hearing it.
Eventually his crying softened into quiet sniffles and exhausted breathing. You pressed a lingering kiss against his forehead. “Come to bed with me?”
He nodded weakly. The two of you moved through the apartment in silence, but it no longer felt hostile. Now it felt delicate, tender. Juhoon never let go of your hand once.
The second you both slipped beneath the blankets, he immediately curled himself against your side, burying his face near your shoulder while one arm wrapped securely around your waist.
Your fingers drifted slowly along his back beneath his hoodie, soothing the occasional tremor still lingering through his body.
The room remained quiet except for rain tapping softly against the windows and his gradually steadying breathing. Then, after several long minutes. “I never think you’re annoying.”
Your heart squeezed painfully. You glanced down at him. His eyes remained closed, voice rough and sleepy from crying. “I like when you cling to me,” he admitted quietly. “Makes me feel… wanted.”
A weak, watery laugh escaped you. “Yeah?”
“Mhm.” His fingertips curled faintly into the fabric of your shirt, hesitant and delicate despite the vulnerability trembling beneath the gesture. “When you need me like that,” he whispered quietly, voice still rough from crying, “it reminds me I matter to someone.”
You stared at him in stunned silence for a moment, because suddenly everything made sense. All this time, Juhoon had been loving you with the exact same desperation you loved him.
He just buried it beneath silence because he never learned how to voice it aloud.
Your expression softened entirely. The tension lingering in your chest melted into something overwhelmingly tender as your fingers brushed carefully along his cheek, your thumb grazing beneath his eye where faint traces of tears still remained.
He leaned into the touch instinctively. The sight nearly shattered you.
Slowly, you leaned down and kissed him again. This kiss was different from before, slower, sleepier. Overflowing with forgiveness instead of panic.
Your lips moved against his with lingering tenderness while his breathing softened gradually beneath the warmth of your touch. He kissed you back carefully, almost reverently, as though savoring every second instead of fearing its disappearance.
The room around you had become impossibly still. Only the rain tapping faintly against the windows and the occasional shaky exhale from Juhoon disturbed the silence.
One of his hands slid slowly upward along your side until it rested lightly against your ribs beneath your hoodie. The touch was featherlight, unhurried, his fingertips tracing absentminded patterns there like he simply needed to feel your heartbeat beneath his palm.
Yet even now, wrapped around you beneath dim bedroom lighting, Juhoon continued kissing you with heartbreaking sincerity, as if every unspoken emotion he’d buried for months was finally pouring out through touch instead of words.
Juhoon sighed softly against your lips before tucking himself impossibly closer, his face hidden safely against your neck now. “I love you,” he whispered once more, barely audible.
synopsis . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ ⟡ ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁. your strategy was simple: mind your business in school and survive. it works perfectly-- until the most popular guy in school decides he can't live without you.
synopsis . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ ⟡ ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁. your strategy was simple: mind your business in school and survive. it works perfectly-- until the most popular guy in school decides he can't live without you.
a/n: i didn't expect to do this many chapters... im trying to finish up this story but it keeps getting juicier and better lolz sorry for the drag on (it'll be worth it)-- and yes i added martin in the story hehe
FEAT . enhypen members, soobin, chaewon, yunjin, park jisung, gyuvin, and more
ABOUT . smau, enemies to lovers, ex childhood friends to lovers ( sorta ), university au, enhypen as soccer players, enhypen as frat brothers (TKE princesses) , yn is really into DJs and festivals, freq mentions of soccer teams/players, riki and y/n at each others neck 24/7, niki is soccer captain, and soccer is the main sport at hype for plot reasons (think of it as like college football moment.)
WARNINGS . suggestive themes, suggestive scenes, sexual innuendos, profanity, mentions of drug usage (it's college I fear), excessive alcohol drinking, and that should be it (will update as it progresses)
SYNOPSIS . y/n was the quintessential "teacher's pet" in high school, attending the same school as riki and his friends. after an incident between the two in 10th grade, they developed a mutual hatred that lasted throughout the rest of their high school years. following graduation, y/n chose to attend a different university than her friends, hoping to leave her past self behind and start over. college became exactly that, a fresh start. away from the iron clad reputation she'd built for herself, she opened up, growing into a completely different person. but a year later, she makes her way to hybe, only to discover she's been dropped right back into her old shoes. surrounded once again by riki and her closest friends, she's forced to relive the past she tried so hard to leave behind.
AUTHORS NOTE . FINALLY. this has been in the works for sososososo long now and im very very excited to finally get started and put this out. I love a realistic university au so I tried my best to deliver that :p. hopefully you guys love it just as much as I do. updates may be slow! so stick with me pls. love u
synopsis . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ ⟡ ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁. your strategy was simple: mind your business in school and survive. it works perfectly-- until the most popular guy in school decides he can't live without you.
