Heeseung laughs when you bring out the silver polish, smirking as he leans back on the couch. “You’re really gonna make me sit here for this?” But he extends his hands anyway without much more convincing.
As you try to work he wiggles his fingers, earning a light smack from you. “Hey! I’m trying to focus!” You scold.
“Sorry,” he apologizes but that grin doesn’t leave his face. “But hey, if it turns out bad, I can just blame you.”
When you’re done, he holds his hands up to the light. “Okay… this actually looks kinda cool,” he says, voice half-joking, half-serious. Then he grins wider. “Next time, let’s try black. Or maybe flames.”
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Jay
Jay raises an eyebrow as you hold up the blue polish with pleading eyes. “You? Painting my nails?” He questions with a smirk. But when you promise to make them look “cool and stylish,” he reluctantly agrees.
He critiques you every second, “That’s uneven—wait, is that smudged?” but secretly loves the attention.
“Do you wanna do them yourself?” You ask, glaring at him. He leans back with a smug grin. “Nope. I’m just ensuring quality control.”
Despite all the commentary, he’s clearly enjoying himself—the way you carefully hold his hand, your furrowed brows as you concentrate. Later, you catch him admiring his nails. “…Okay, not bad.”
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Jake
You hold up the bottle of lavender polish, and Jake tilts his head, eyes crinkling with amusement. “You wanna paint my nails?” He questions, already scooting closer. “Sure, why not?”
He settles in, content just to be near you as he stretches out his hand to you. His fingers twitch occasionally—not from impatience, but because he’s trying not to laugh when the brush tickles. “This is kinda nice,” he hums, head tilted as he watches you carefully paint each nail. “Feels like a spa day.”
Occasionally you glance up and catch him staring and he quickly looks away with a sheepish grin. When you finish, his eyes sparkle as he admires your work. “Pretty. But next time, I pick the color—and I get to do yours.”
He does a horrible job though…
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Sunghoon
You expectantly hold up the baby blue polish, and Sunghoon just blinks. “Why?” He asks simply after a moment.
“Just one hand? Please, I think it’d suit you.” You plead. He hesitates, ears already turning pink.
“Okay… but make it quick.” He finally agrees, carefully placing his hand in yours. He watches closely as you start, eyes flicking between the brush and your face. “This feels kinda nice,” he murmurs mostly to himself.
When you’re done, he holds up his hand, the corners of his mouth twitching up. “It’s cute,” he says under his breath. Later, he snaps a quick photo of it when he thinks you’re not watching, tucking his hand in his pocket before anyone else can see.
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Sunoo
Sunoo grins at the light pink polish you're holding up. "Oh? You want to do mine?" He beams and wiggles his fingers playfully. It doesn’t take much to convince him at all. "Okay, but make them look nice!"
He watches with quiet fascination as you work, occasionally blowing on his nails like he's helping them dry faster. He isn’t. "This is actually kind of fun," he admits, flexing his fingers when you're done. “Oh and it matches my shirt!”
Later, when the members notice, he just shrugs with a smirk. “My private stylist did these so if you want yours done, too bad." And later he definitely paints yours so you have “couple nails.”
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Jungwon
"Yellow?" Jungwon eyes the bright polish skeptically, nose scrunching. This isn’t what he thought when you asked to paint his nails. "That's… bold." You swipe the brush toward his hand and he instinctively pulls back.
"It's bright like you, Wonie," you insist, reaching for his hand again with pleading eyes. His protest finally dies and he reluctantly surrenders his hand.
He doesn’t make it easy— drumming his free fingers against your knee, blowing air at your face until you huff in frustration. "Hold still or I'll paint your nose instead!" He bursts into giggles with a dimpled grin, but eventually complies.
When you finish, he studies his bright nails with quiet pride. "It's not terrible," he concedes, but you catch him admiring them all evening.
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Ni-ki
Ni-ki eyes the black polish in your hand with a defeated sigh. You ask him everyday to paint his nails and today he finally complies. “Just these two,” he says, holding out his index and middle finger. “Don’t make it messy.”
He leans back in the couch and watches you with a relaxed expression as you carefully apply the polish, but there’s the slightest smirk tugging at his lips. He’s amused by how focused you are, careful not to give him a reason to remove it.
When you finish, he inspects the glossy nails with a quiet hum. “Not bad.” Later, you catch him subtly tilting his hand under the light, checking the shine. “You like it,” you tease.
He shrugs, stuffing his hands in his pockets. “It’s alright.” But he doesn’t wipe it off.
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This my first time writing a Enhypen reaction/scenario hope you like. Also I still plan on making a master list, just have to set aside some time 💗
♡Hi, I'm back. hope this makes sense to you, but i'll gladly give more detail if you need♡
How to make your masterlist and links <3
start out by creating a new post & saving it as a draft.
Title your post “masterlist” or whatever you'd like to call your post.
Then you can move on to writing a list of the names of your writings, changing the font aswell in your intrested in that.
Find each of your posts and copy their respective links, but open by clicking on the three little dots in the upper right hand corner of your post and finding the button copy link or copying the link at the search bar on the website.
Now back to your "masterlist" draft, for each story name, highlight the title(like you would to copy and paste) but instead and click the chain icon. this should open a tiny bar where you’ll need to paste the link in. after doing so, click “add link” then your title should have a line under it which means it worked and is now clickable. And should now take you to that story.
when you’re finished adding all of then ones you want, you can add tags at the bottom of the post so yourself and others can find it
And thats the basics done. <3 Yay!
Now it's ready to be made pretty, you can do that same highlighting thing again over the titles and make it bullet points to list your writings for the sake of “aesthetic” or “organization.”
There is also the options to put pictures, stamps, banners, separters, blinkies and more. But that can be quite irritating at times.
But whatever be your reason, its your blog. so do what makes you feel good.
But back to the topic, Your "masterlist" is ready. if you’d like, you can pin the post to your blog by tapping the three little dots in the upper right-hand corner of your new post and clicking “pin post”. however, you can only pin one post to your blog at a time, so on my blog i have an pinned intro post and linked my masterlist, my page guidelines and socials onto the page so people be taken to it easier.
Most of this is alot easier in the website then mobile, cause you can see the links and the screen.
From -🌼
Ps. (Hope this works, and im not being a bother. :3)
Thank you for this!💗 I haven’t gotten around to making one because Ive been a bit busy. But I definitely will.
Dating Seungmin and being sensitive is not for the weak. Which you are… Every time you’d cry over something small he would just stand there and give you a blank look that said “are you really crying right now?”
He seriously doesn’t get it. But despite that he’ll still hold you in his arms as you cry over whatever upset you that day. But not without a bit of teasing of course.
“Should I take the day off?” He asked with smirk as he tried his best to hold back his laughter as you cried because you got a stain on your favorite shirt. You didn’t respond, you just kept sobbing as you clutched the top in your hands as he pat the top of your head like he was comforting a child. “Seriously babe, this is critical there money I can go to work in these conditions.” He continued as the laugh he was trying to hold back slipped through the cracks.
The teasing never stops with him. You cry because you’re tired? Teased. You cry because you stubbed your toe? Teased. You cry because you watched a sad TikTok? Double teased.
“Again? You’re seriously crying again? Should I just carry tissues in my pockets like an old lady?”
But no one — and I mean no one — is allowed to make fun of you except him. If someone else dares say something even close to mean? He goes dead silent and stares them down like, “You wanna try again?”
Because while Seungmin’s words are sharp, his hands are soft, his hugs are warm, and his voice drops low and gentle the second he sees your chin tremble. “Ah… come here, crybaby.”
Once after a rough day you just wanted to have a treat make yourself feel better. You bought a blueberry muffin and left the kitchen for one second to come back and find Felix devouring it. He just looked up mid-chew, eyes widening. “Oh… was that yours?”
Your lip quivered. You blinked quickly, trying to hold it together. Then the sniffles came, one after another, like a dam cracking. “I—I really wanted that muffin…”
Felix panicked. “Wait, no, don’t cry! I’ll bake you a dozen! Matter of fact I’ll buy all the muffins from the bakery, please don’t—”
Seungmin walked in, took one look at your teary face and Felix’s terrified one, and shot Felix a glare so sharp it could’ve cut glass.
With a sigh, he walked over, pulled you to his chest, and wrapped his arms around you tightly as you hiccuped, unable to even get a sentence out.
Hey, you big crybaby,” he murmured, voice low and teasing against the top of your head. “Felix is gonna get you another one right now. No need to cry.”
Seungmin just stroked your hair, slow and steady, pressing a kiss to your temple. Then, over your head, he gave Felix a single look. No words. Just a sharp, flat stare that screamed “now.”
That’s all Felix needed to make a beeline for the front door.
Sure your boyfriend teases you a lot, but he also loves you like crazy and wouldn’t let anyone else make you sad.
You’re his crybaby, the members know that and so do you.
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Here is the Seungmin version. It’s just a bit rushed. I thought about just doing all the members but I’m not sure if anyone would want to read that. I’m new to this.
Dating Chan means having a human shield of comfort and protection wrapped around you, and you need it because you cry a lot — over sad movies, bad weather, your hair not cooperating, even when you can’t find your favorite lip gloss — and while most might find it overwhelming, Chan has become fluent in your tears.
You’re sensitive, and Chan doesn’t just accept it. He adapts to it.
At first, he didn’t get it. You’d burst into tears because you dropped your ice cream bar, and he just blinked at you in confusion. “Wait, is this… are you seriously crying right now, baby?” But before you could explain, you were already crumbling into a soft sob, and he was rushing to catch you in his arms to comfort you.
Now? The second your lips start to tremble or your voice goes quiet, he’s already pulling you into his lap. Wrapping his arms around you and kissing the top of your head, whispering, “Sshh, baby, it’s okay. Just breathe. I’ve got you.” He’ll stay like that as long as you need. Sometimes he’ll hum softly. Other times he’ll just rock you gently.
If anyone else makes you cry? That’s when protective Chan kicks in.
The members know. Oh, they know. They know to tread very lightly. Because if they’re the reason you end up in tears, Chan’s not going to yell—but that’s almost worse. It’s the disappointment. The quiet, piercing stare. The way he moves you behind him like he’s physically shielding you while saying, “What happened?” in that dangerously calm tone.
One time, Seungmin made a joke about your hair, and you just froze. Then the tears started. Everyone turned to look at you with wide eyes, and Seungmin immediately panicked. “Wait! I didn’t mean it like that—I swear—oh no…”
Chan noticed right away. He was across the room in seconds. “Hey. Hey, baby, look at me.” He cupped your face, brows furrowing. “What’s wrong?”
“I liked my hair…” you whispered tears still falling down your cheeks.
Seungmin heard that and nearly tripped as he scrabbled over to explain himself. “I—I didn’t mean it like that! It was a joke! Your hair is literally perfect, please don’t cry—”
Chan’s hand rested protectively on your back. His voice was low but firm. “Maybe don’t joke about things she clearly put effort into.”
Another time you went to Hyunjin’s studio to watch him sketch. You loved seeing him in his element — focused and graceful, his hands moving with ease. You sat behind him quietly, just happy to be near.
But after a while, he huffed in annoyance. “Can you not hover? I’m trying to concentrate.”
You froze.
You hadn’t meant to hover. You were just… there. Quiet. Calm.
Your eyes started to water before you could even stop them.
Hyunjin turned around mid-sketch and saw the tears spilling down your cheeks, your lip wobbling, your voice soft and broken. “I’m sorry… I—I didn’t mean to bother you.”
Panic.
“Wait, no no no don’t cry, please! I didn’t mean it like that!” He reached out but you were already sniffling, wiping your cheeks with your sleeves.
Chan appeared in the doorway, eyes taking in the scene.
“What happened?”
Hyunjin looked like a kid caught by the principal. “Hyung, I swear I didn’t yell! I just said—she was—I was focused—she didn’t even do anything wrong. I’m taking her to an art café this weekend, she can do whatever she wants! I’m so sorry!”
Chan didn’t even say anything. Just wrapped his arms around you and kissed the crown of your head. “C’mon, let’s go. You’re not a bother.”
Hyunjin didn’t miss the glare Chan shot over his shoulder on the way out though.
Later on Hyunjin took you to that art café, still apologizing throughout the whole evening.
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Here’s the Chan version of the sensitive girlfriend headcanon. Sorry if it’s too similar to the Minho one, I tried to make it as different as possible.
synopsis: seungmin comes home exhausted and sick, reluctant to accept your help. you care for him with warmth and reassurance, and in your embrace, he finally lets go and rests.
wc: 1608
It had been a long day for Seungmin, one of those days where practice stretched on for hours, each moment more exhausting than the last. He had pushed himself hard too hard, maybe, but that was Seungmin for you. Always striving for perfection, always determined to give his all. But by the time he finally walked through the door of your shared apartment, there was nothing left. His usually energetic steps were now sluggish, each movement a struggle as though gravity itself was holding him down.
He pushed the door open with a tired groan, the weight of his body heavy against the frame. He kicked off his shoes with a grunt and staggered inside, only managing a half-smile when he noticed you in the kitchen. He barely had the energy to wave, his hand falling limply by his side as he made his way toward the couch, dragging his feet like he had no strength left.
The moment you saw him, you were instantly worried. Seungmin was usually so full of life, so energetic, and now he looked like he could barely keep his eyes open. His skin had a dull tone to it, and his shoulders were slumped forward with exhaustion. You watched him, heart heavy, as he collapsed onto the couch, his head falling back against the cushions with a soft sigh of relief. He closed his eyes, but there was an obvious tension in his body.
You quickly walked over to him, concern flooding your features. “Seungmin?” you asked, kneeling beside him. “Are you okay?”
His eyes fluttered open, and he gave you a faint, tired smile. “Yeah, I’m fine,” he said, but the way he winced slightly as he sat up straight made you doubt his words. “Just... really tired,” he added, his voice quieter than usual. He reached up to rub his temples, a small frown forming on his face. “I think I might be coming down with something…”
Your heart sank at the words, and you could see how drained he looked. He tried to push through it, but it was clear he wasn’t okay. His body seemed to be begging for rest, and it made you feel even more concerned for him.
“You don’t look fine,” you said softly, sitting down next to him on the couch. “You’re clearly exhausted. You’ve been pushing yourself too hard, haven’t you?”
Seungmin sighed, nodding slowly. “I just... I just want to get everything right. But today was rough.” He rubbed his eyes, clearly feeling the weight of his exhaustion and a headache that seemed to be starting to form. “I think I’m sick, though. I feel dizzy, and my throat hurts.”
You frowned, not buying his attempts to downplay it. “Seungmin, you’ve been overworking yourself. And now you’re sick. Let me help you,” you said, your voice gentle but firm. You reached out, your hand finding his. His fingers were cold, a clear sign of his fever starting to rise.
“No, I’m fine,” he said, but it came out weaker than he had intended, and there was a hesitance in his voice. He pulled his hand back and tried to sit up straighter. “You’ve probably had a long day, too. You don’t need to take care of me. I don’t want to burden you.”
Your heart softened, and you leaned closer to him, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead. He looked up at you, those tired eyes filled with guilt as he tried to push the idea of you taking care of him out of his mind. It wasn’t like Seungmin to ask for help, much less admit he was struggling. You could tell that, despite his exhaustion, he was still trying to protect you from feeling like you had to carry his weight.
But you couldn’t just sit there and watch him suffer in silence.
"Seungmin, stop," you said gently, cupping his cheek so he would look at you. "I want to take care of you. You don’t have to be strong right now. You’ve been working so hard, and now you’re sick. Please, let me help."
He hesitated, looking down for a moment, clearly feeling conflicted. He opened his mouth to protest, but you were quicker. You placed your finger gently on his lips. "You never burden me. Not ever. Let me help you, please."
For a long moment, Seungmin remained silent, his gaze shifting between your eyes and the floor. It was clear that he was still struggling with the idea of being taken care of, but eventually, his shoulders slumped in resignation. “Okay,” he whispered, his voice barely audible. “Okay, but... don’t overdo it. You’ve had a long day too.”
You smiled softly at him. "Don’t worry about me. I’m here for you."
And with that, you gently pulled him closer, wrapping your arms around him. Seungmin leaned into your embrace, his head resting on your shoulder as a small sigh of relief escaped him. It was as though he had been holding his breath for hours, and now, in your arms, he could finally let go.
“Thank you,” he murmured into your shirt, his voice muffled but full of gratitude. His hands found your waist, holding on to you as though he never wanted to let go. The weight of the day, the tension in his muscles, all seemed to melt away in that moment. He didn’t need to pretend anymore; he could finally let himself rest.
The two of you sat there for a while, wrapped in each other’s warmth. His breathing began to steady, and his grip on you loosened slightly, his body giving in to the comfort of your touch. You stayed close, your hand gently brushing through his hair as you both slowly drifted off to sleep. The rhythmic rise and fall of his chest against yours was soothing, the world outside fading away as you held him, allowing him to recharge, if only for a moment.
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When you woke, it was to the soft sounds of Seungmin still breathing gently beside you. He had shifted slightly in his sleep, now curled up against you with his head resting on your chest. His grip on you hadn’t loosened much, his arm still wrapped around you, his face nuzzled against the crook of your neck.
You smiled softly, your heart swelling at how peaceful he looked. Despite his usual determination and independent nature, Seungmin had allowed himself to be vulnerable with you, trusting you to take care of him when he needed it most. And you would do anything to make sure he felt better.
Carefully, you slid out from under the blanket, being as quiet as possible to not wake him. The apartment was still, the only sound the soft ticking of the clock on the wall. You moved to the kitchen, determined to do whatever you could to help Seungmin recover quickly. The scent of simmering broth filled the air as you worked on making a warm, comforting soup for him. You added a touch of ginger, hoping it would help soothe his throat, and some garlic for its immune-boosting properties. You knew the warmth would help settle his stomach and give him the energy he needed to get better.
While the soup simmered, you gathered some medicine. You lined up fever-reducing pills, throat lozenges, and vitamin C tablets on the counter. It felt natural to care for him like this, even if it was something small. You wanted to take away his discomfort, to show him just how much you loved him.
When the soup was ready, you carefully brought it over to Seungmin. He had stirred slightly in his sleep, and when he saw you standing there with the bowl in your hands, his sleepy eyes blinked in surprise.
“You didn’t have to do all this,” he said, his voice still rough from sleep and illness. “I don’t deserve it…”
You shook your head gently, sitting beside him on the couch and placing the soup down on the table in front of him. “You do deserve it. You take care of everyone around you, and now it’s my turn.”
Seungmin watched you for a moment, his expression softening, a look of quiet gratitude in his eyes. He reached for the bowl of soup, lifting it to his lips with a slow, appreciative smile. "Thank you," he said quietly, sipping the warm broth.
You smiled, your hand resting lightly on his, reassuring him without words. As he drank the soup, you also handed him the medicine, and he swallowed each pill with a small sigh of relief.
"Just relax, okay?" you told him. "You don’t need to worry about anything. I’m here."
Seungmin nodded, his fingers finding yours and squeezing gently. His hand lingered in yours, as if silently telling you how much he appreciated everything you were doing. You stayed close, not wanting to leave his side, watching over him until he finished the soup and took all his medicine.
When Seungmin finally leaned back against the cushions, his eyes fluttered closed again, but this time there was a softness to his features, a peace that hadn’t been there before. He looked content, comforted by your care, and that warmth was enough to put your heart at ease.
You stayed by his side, your hands gently brushing through his hair again, your heart full of affection as you watched him rest. And as he fell asleep once more, this time with a sense of comfort and safety, you knew that, no matter what, you would always be there to care for him, just as he had always been there for you.
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masterlist.
[soft clingy seungmin because i saw a picture of him at todays show in brazil tearing up☹️☹️]
Minho never really understood how someone could be so sensitive over everything, but here you were, his crybaby of a girlfriend, sobbing into his chest because you couldn’t get your eyeliner to match the other eye. He let out a long sigh, rubbing your back lazily as you mumbled nonsense into his chest. “Baby, it looks fine,” he muttered, resting his chin on your head.
And you cried over everything.
You stubbed your toe? Tears.
You dropped your favorite lip gloss? Tears.
You watched a sad video? Tears.
You lost a sock in the laundry? Tears.
Minho always acted like he didn’t care, rolling his eyes and sighing, but he never once let you cry alone. His hands always found your waist, pulling you into him, letting you cry it out while trying to convince you that whatever you were crying about that day wasn’t a big deal.
The members had learned quickly that making you cry was equivalent to signing their death wish. Jisung had once made a playful joke about your cooking being a little too salty. You didn’t take it as a joke, and the moment you pouted, your bottom lip quivering, he was already on his knees.
“I WAS JOKING! IT’S PERFECT! I’LL EAT ALL OF IT!”
Minho walked in, eyes narrowing as he took in the scene: you sniffling, Jisung sweating as he shoved another bite of food into his mouth. He didn’t even say anything—just stared making Jisung gulp.
But nothing was worse than the Changbin incident.
You just wanted to sit in the living room while Changbin worked on his music. You admired the way he got lost in his craft, bopping his head to the beats, occasionally mumbling lyrics under his breath. It was relaxing. That was until your juice slipped from your hand, splashing right onto his laptop keyboard.
“ARE YOU SERIOUS?!” Changbin shouted, immediately panicking. “MY WORK—”
You flinched, and before he could even process what he’d done, your lip wobbled. You eyes welled up with tears, and your breathe hitched before you let out a shaky, “I-I’m sorry—”
“Oh, no. No, no, no, don’t cry!” Changbin panicked, eyes darting around as he tried to figure out what to do. He clamped a hand over your mouth, shushing you desperately. “Please, please don’t cry! Minho’s gonna kill me—”
But the moment he silenced you, the tears just fell harder. Sobs bubbled up in your throat, and you shook your head, trying to apologize through muffled cries.
Minho’s door creaked open.
Changbin went stiff.
Minho’s death glare was already activated, arms crossed. “What’s going on?”
Changbin jumped into action, grabbing his phone. “Wanna get boba? Ice cream? Whatever you want?!” He looked back at Minho, laughing nervously. “It’s fine! Everything’s fine!”
Minho didn’t even blink.
Changbin gulped.
The way they were acting it seemed like it was your stuff that was destroyed, not Changbin’s. But anyways, you got boba and ice cream that day. ✨
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Shoutout to all my sensitive girlies we need love too (yes this is purely self indulgent) 💗💗
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