Unbetitelt

love kdrama

[jwimura]

SPREAD THE WORD PLEASE

Please be careful from now on they WILL very likely start to use the members as scapegoats to silence us and defuse the situation but we need to show them that we will not stand to see Heeseung casted aside. If they never supported him in enha why would they support him outside? We can not trust hybe at all here.

[speedywizardland]

This would heal me after today

😭💖

[speedywizardland]

I still remember the first time listening to Enhypen. It was given taken.. when I heard the song, I immediately fell something really deep in my heart. It was much more than just music, it was everything. Especially Moonstruck is the song I feel alive,the song that make me smiling and crying at the same time.

And now? Heeseung left Enhypen.

He is everything, a wonderful man with an angelic voice and heart. I wish I can tell him in person.

This makes me cry again.... Oh gosh

[speedywizardland]

I'm crying so bad...

What do you mean Heeseung left Enhypen.

They are the reason I'm still alive, all because of their music.Especially Heeseung...

I will still be a big Stan of Enhypen, but this still breaking me so bad.

I love you, Heeseung. And I hope you get everything you want. 💖

[speedywizardland]

gotak and yn keep trying to get their freak on but baku keeps walking in and being a cockblock😵

>Trying to have Gotak for only yourself <

Gotak had finally managed to get you alone.

Which, considering the way Baku seemed to appear at the worst possible moments, already felt like a miracle.

The apartment lights were low, music playing quietly from someone’s phone. You were sitting on the edge of the couch when Gotak stepped between your knees, one hand resting on the back of the couch behind you.

“You’re still checking the door,” he murmured.

“I’m not.”

“You looked at it three times in ten seconds.”

“Because he has a talent for appearing out of nowhere.”

Gotak smirked. “Relax.”

He leaned down and kissed you—slow at first, then deeper when you grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him closer. His hand slid to your waist, pulling you up so you were standing against him.

For a moment, everything else disappeared.

Then...

The front door opened,neither of you noticed.

Baku stepped inside carrying a drink and stopped mid-step. He stared.

Gotak had you pinned lightly against the couch now, kissing you like he’d been waiting all day to do it.

Baku blinked once.

“…Wow.”

You froze instantly and pushed Gotak away like you’d been electrocuted.

“BAKU—”

Gotak dragged a hand down his face. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

Baku casually walked past you both and dropped onto the armchair.

He took a sip of his drink.

“Don’t stop on my account.”

“You need to leave,” Gotak said flatly.

“No.”

“…What do you mean no?”

“I live here.”

You covered your face with your hands. “This is so embarrassing.”

Baku leaned back comfortably like he had front-row seats to a show.

Gotak pointed at the hallway. “Go to your room.”

“Nope.”

“Why?”

Baku shrugged. “I’m curious.”

You groaned. “You are the worst person alive.”

Gotak tried again. He stepped closer to you, lowering his voice.

“Okay. Ignore him.”

“Impossible.”

“Pretend he’s furniture.”

“I am literally sitting right here,” Baku said.

Gotak shot him a death glare.

You tried to compose yourself while Baku casually scrolled on his phone, like nothing unusual was happening.

After a moment, he looked up again.

“…So are you two dating now or was that just aggressive friendship?”

“BAKU,” you snapped.

Gotak looked like he was seconds away from committing a crime.

“Why are you like this?” he asked.

Baku took another sip of his drink.

“Because it’s funny.”

You looked at Gotak.

Gotak looked at you.

Then both of you looked at Baku.

Still sitting there.

Still not leaving.

You sighed dramatically. “Yeah… this mood is dead.”

Gotak pointed at Baku again.

“You killed the vibe.”

Baku shrugged.

“Worth it.”

Ok,is a bit short... maybe I'm writing a Part 2?

[speedywizardland]

I'm sorry, I don't have any Ideas for a new story...

And actually, no more people that like the Stories.

[speedywizardland]

Enhypen doodle 🩷🌸

[speedywizardland]

hello!! i was wondering if you could please write sieun x male reader where reader is like borderline pathetically obsessed with sieun and like really clingy and stuff lol and just like how their relationship would be and like scenarios?

Hey, I will do it, but I think this takes a little longer :)

Should they be

together

friends

Voting ended onDec 29, 2025

[speedywizardland]

I need this Song in my veins 😍💌🌸

[speedywizardland]

🔥 Ahn Su-ho x Reader- Reaction of wearing lingerie

The evening had slipped quietly into night, the sky outside Su-ho’s window deepening into a dusky blue. His room smelled faintly of laundry detergent and the peppermint tea the two of you had made earlier. A single desk lamp cast a warm circle of light over his notebook, leaving the rest of the room in a calm, shadowed glow.

You were lying on your stomach across his bed, flipping through your notes. Su-ho sat at his desk, scribbling something serious and focused. He always looked like that when he studied—eyebrows drawn, lips pressed gently together, mind far away in numbers and formulas.

But every few minutes, he’d glance over at you like he couldn’t help himself.

You felt warm from the heater, cheeks flushed, so you reached up and tugged your sweatshirt collar a little, letting air in.

You didn’t realize he was looking right then.

His breath caught.

His pen slipped.

And he jerked upright, eyes darting instantly away when he saw the lace peeking out beneath your clothes.

You blinked at the noise.

“Su-ho? Everything okay?”

He cleared his throat, flustered beyond belief.

“Y-yeah. Pen slipped.”

But his ears were already pink.

You could practically see the steam rising.

You pushed yourself up on your elbows.

“Are you sure? You look like you swallowed something spicy.”

He refused to look directly at you, staring instead at the wall like it suddenly had the answers to life’s biggest mysteries.

“It’s nothing. I just…”

He swallowed.

“I wasn’t expecting that.”

Slowly, you realized what he meant—and laughed softly.

“It’s just lingerie. Relax.”

He did not relax. If anything, he stiffened more.

“I am relaxed,” he said—voice half an octave higher than usual.

You slid off the bed and walked toward him. As you approached, he tried very hard to pretend he wasn’t noticing your every step. You rested your hand lightly on the edge of his desk.

“Su-ho.”

The second he looked up at you, you saw it—his confusion, his flustered sincerity, the way he wanted to be respectful but also couldn’t hide how much you affected him.

“I didn’t wear it for attention,” you said gently.

“I just… liked it.”

He exhaled, shoulders loosening just a little.

“That’s good,” he murmured. “You should wear what makes you feel confident.”

There was a beat of silence. Then, softly—

“…You looked beautiful.”

You felt your face warm.

“You think so?”

He nodded, cheeks coloring again, but this time he didn’t look away.

He pushed his chair back, making space for you. You stepped between his knees, and he looked up at you with those dark, earnest eyes that always made your heart flutter.

“If I reacted weird earlier,” he said quietly, “it wasn’t because I was uncomfortable. I was just… surprised.”

“Surprised in a bad way?”

“No,” he said immediately, shaking his head.

His hands slotted nervously together in his lap.

“I’m just still learning how to handle things when it comes to you. You make me nervous. In a good way.”

Your breath caught at the admission.

Tentatively—like he was worried you’d pull back—Su-ho reached out and took your hand. His fingers were warm, trembling just a little.

“You don’t have to hide things like that from me,” he whispered.

“I want you to be yourself around me.”

Your heart melted.

You leaned down, cupping his cheek with your free hand. He leaned into your touch, eyes fluttering half-closed, expression softening in a way he never showed anyone else.

“Su-ho,” you whispered, “you’re really sweet, you know.”

He let out a shy laugh—quiet, breathy.

“I’m just… trying to be honest.”

You brushed your forehead against his. He hesitated for only a second before lifting his chin slightly, closing the small distance. His lips met yours in a slow, careful kiss—gentle, uncertain, but full of feeling.

When you pulled back, he was smiling in that tiny, warm way he tried to hide.

“So,” he murmured, voice low, “next time you decide to wear something like that…”

You raised a brow playfully.

“Yes?”

“…maybe tell me first.”

His eyes softened.

“So my heart can prepare.”

You laughed, leaning in to kiss his forehead.

“Deal.”

He squeezed your hand, holding you close as the lamp hummed quietly in the background, the world outside fading away until it was just the two of you—soft, warm, and hopelessly intertwined.

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hi, friend crush ꉂ(˵˃ ᗜ ˂˵)

can you plssss do New Year’s Eve with the whc boys and who you’d celebrate with, how and where (and how they’d react to the red lingerie you’re wearing for good luck)

(And for the love of good pls use TAGS)

🎆 New Year’s Eve With the Weak Hero Boys

🖊Yeon Si-eun

Where you celebrate with him:

On the couch’s quiet end, sharing snacks and small talk.

How he reacts:

He catches the flash of red when you take off your coat.

Immediately looks away. Glasses adjusted. Face slightly red.

> “You…’re wearing that for luck? Statistically, red is effective.”

He’s trying to intellectualize the fact that he’s flustered. His ears give him away.

He avoids staring, but he’s hyper-aware of you the whole night.

😴Ahn Su-ho

Where you celebrate with him:

Everywhere — he drags you into games, dancing, group selfies.

How he reacts:

He sees the red through your neckline when he leans over your shoulder.

Eyes widen. Grin immediate.

> “OH— that’s… bold. Looks good, though. Like really good.”

He’s impressed, not subtle, and lightly teases you the rest of the night.

Si-eun nudges him to shut up at least three times.

🥊Kang Woo-young

Where you celebrate with him:

Balcony with two cups of something warm, escaping the noise.

How he reacts:

He notices the red when your sleeve slips.

He stares for half a second too long… then looks away like nothing happened.

> “Good luck charm, huh? …It suits you.”

His voice is lower than usual. You make him nervous in a way he tries hard to hide.

🐍Oh Beom-seok

Where you celebrate with him:

Near the snacks, chatting about classes and goals.

How he reacts:

He notices the red lace peeking at your waist when you stretch to grab something.

He freezes.

> “Oh— that’s… um. Nice. I mean— the color. It’s a strong color.”

He gets flustered to the point he has to take a sip of his drink to recover.

🍗Park Humin (Baku)

Where you celebrate with him:

In the kitchen helping him organize drinks, warm conversation flowing easily.

How he reacts:

He doesn’t stare or blush — he notices and files it under “you look beautiful, good for you.”

> “Red for good luck? Smart choice. Looks elegant.”

Warm. Respectful. But yes — he noticed.

🥋Go Hyun-tak (Gotak)

Where you celebrate with him:

In a competitive card game he insists on winning.

How he reacts:

He catches a hint of the red when you lean across the table.

He pauses mid-shuffe.

> “…You’re really going all in on the New Year luck, huh?”

Raises a brow, but he’s clearly impressed.

He plays extra confident afterward, probably because he’s flustered.

🚬Geum Seong-jae

Where you celebrate with him:

Center of the room, laughing at everything, dragging you into photos.

How he reacts:

He notices immediately and nearly blurts something out.

> “RED!! I knew it! You’re trying to start the year on fire!

If you want, I can write:

✨ a full scene (long, cinematic)

✨ a more romantic version with one boy

✨ a spicier but still safe version

✨ your POV, or the boys’ POV

✨ or add post-midnight moments

[speedywizardland]

Should I write about Stray Kids x reader?

If yal'l have ideas, write it in the Infobox :)

[speedywizardland]

Hii, how are you??

I wanted to do a request about, how the WHC boys would react if you s3lf h4arm yourself? Like, you have no self love or problems with your family and can't help but cut or bite your jody to cause yourself pain?

Sorry, it took me so long:(

How the WHC boys would react if they discovered you were hurting yourself

🖊 Yeon Si-eun

At first, he wouldn’t say much. But he would notice everything.

Once he realizes what’s happening:

His voice would stay calm, but his eyes would look… broken.

He wouldn’t scold you — he’d blame himself for not noticing sooner.

He’d sit next to you quietly and say something like:

“You don’t deserve pain just because you exist.”

Si-eun would research, look up ways to help, and stay close without smothering, making sure you’re not alone again.

He’d believe your pain is real, even if you can’t explain it.

🥊 Ahn Su-ho

Su-ho would react emotionally first.

He’d be angry — not at you, but at the world and the people who hurt you.

His voice would shake when he asks,

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

He’d probably pull you into a hug before you can explain.

He’d try to distract you with food, dumb jokes, staying over — anything to keep you safe.

Su-ho shows love through presence.

He would refuse to let you face this alone.

🪼 Oh Beom-seok

Beom-seok’s reaction would be the most fragile.

He’d freeze when he finds out.

Guilt would crush him — he’d think you’re in pain because people like him exist.

He might cry quietly and apologize over and over.

He’d understand your self-hate deeply… maybe too deeply.

He would want to protect you because he knows what it’s like to feel worthless.

None of them would:

Call you weak

Say you’re doing it for attention

Tell you to “just stop”

They would all believe:

Your pain is valid

You deserve help

You deserve to stay alive and safe

Even if you don’t believe that yet.

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Yeon Si-eun × Reader — Love at First Sight

You noticed him because he didn’t notice anyone.

That’s what struck you first—how Yeon Si-eun moved through the hallway like a ghost slipping between lives. He walked with his shoulders slightly curved, not timid exactly, but guarded, as if the air itself might try to grab him. Students swarmed around lockers, laughter ricocheted off concrete walls, and somewhere a fist slammed into metal. None of it reached him.

You were new to Byuksan High, clutching your timetable and pretending not to stare at the way chaos seemed to organize itself into unwritten rules. Bullies laughed loudest. The weak looked down. And Si-eun? He walked straight ahead, eyes distant, glasses catching the fluorescent lights.

Your heart did a strange, quiet thing.

Love at first sight sounded too dramatic for a place like this, but something tugged at you anyway—an ache that had nothing to do with fear and everything to do with recognition. Like seeing a storm gather behind calm skies.

You sat two seats behind him in class.

He never turned around. Not once.

The teacher droned on, chalk squeaking across the board as you stole glances at the back of his head—neatly cut hair, unwavering posture. He took notes with mechanical precision, pen gliding, eyes sharp. He looked fragile. Too thin. Too quiet.

But when a paper ball hit his desk and rolled to the floor, you watched him pause.

Just for half a second.

Then he picked it up, examined the crumpled paper like it was a math problem, and dropped it into the trash without reacting.

Your breath caught.

Most people reacted. Flinched. Snapped back. Or shrank.

Si-eun did neither.

You spoke to him for the first time over spilled books.

Someone shoved past you in the hallway, hard enough to knock your textbooks out of your arms. Pages scattered across the floor like startled birds. Heat rushed to your cheeks as you crouched, gathering them quickly.

A hand entered your vision—pale fingers holding your notebook.

“Here.”

You looked up.

It was him.

Up close, his eyes were sharper than you expected. Not cold. Just… calculating. Like he saw things before they happened.

“Thank you,” you said softly, taking the notebook. Your fingers brushed. Electricity sparked, quick and disorienting.

He nodded once. That was all.

No name. No smile. No lingering.

He walked away, and you stayed kneeling on the floor, heart pounding like you’d just run a marathon.

After that, you started noticing everything.

The way his gaze followed patterns instead of people. How bullies avoided touching him directly, like predators unsure if prey might bite back. How bruises appeared on his knuckles one day and vanished the next.

You heard rumors.

He’s weak.

He’s crazy smart.

Don’t mess with him.

He’s dangerous.

None of them matched the boy who handed you your notebook with quiet politeness.

It was raining when you found him behind the school.

You hadn’t meant to. You were just trying to avoid a group of seniors who looked like trouble, ducking around the building with your hood pulled tight. The smell of wet concrete filled the air.

Si-eun stood there, rain soaking his uniform, blood running from a cut above his eyebrow.

Your heart shattered into pieces.

“Si-eun,” you breathed before you could stop yourself.

He turned, startled. Truly startled—like he hadn’t expected to exist to anyone else.

“You shouldn’t be here,” he said. No anger. Just fact.

“You’re hurt,” you replied, stepping closer.

His eyes flicked to the wound, then back to you. “It’s nothing.”

It clearly wasn’t.

You reached into your bag with trembling hands, pulling out a packet of tissues. “At least—let me help.”

For a long moment, rain was the only sound between you. Then he exhaled, sharp and tired.

“Fine.”

You cleaned the blood carefully, fingers gentle, painfully aware of how close you were. He didn’t pull away. Didn’t flinch. His gaze stayed fixed on your face, unreadable.

“Why?” he asked quietly.

“Why what?”

“Why help me.”

You swallowed. “Because I wanted to. Since the day I saw you.”

Something in his eyes cracked.

After that, you were there.

Eating lunch together in silence that felt comfortable instead of awkward. Sharing notes. Walking side by side home, even when danger stalked the streets like a living thing.

You saw the truth others missed.

Yeon Si-eun wasn’t weak.

He just carried his strength differently.

When fights broke out, you didn’t cheer or scream. You waited. You trusted. And when he came back bruised and exhausted, you offered water, bandages, and quiet presence.

You were his anchor. He was your storm.

The night he admitted it, his voice barely rose above a whisper.

“Don’t stand so close to me,” he said, stopping mid-step.

You frowned. “Why?”

“Because,” he hesitated, fingers clenching at his sides, “if something happens to you… I won’t think straight.”

Your heart stopped.

He looked at you then—not distant, not guarded. Honest. Vulnerable.

“I noticed you first,” he continued. “Before you noticed me.”

Your breath hitched. “You did?”

“Yes.” A pause. “I just didn’t know what to do with it.”

You stepped closer anyway. Close enough to feel his warmth, his uncertainty, his heart racing as fast as yours.

“Then let’s not run from it,” you said softly.

His hand reached for yours like it was something fragile, precious.

When his fingers laced with yours, the world didn’t explode.

It settled.

And for the first time, Yeon Si-eun smiled—small, real, and meant only for you.

@heartshapesandcigarettes :)

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Enhypen x Reader- small scenario about saying "I love you "💓

🦌Heeseung

He freezes for a second, blinking like he wants to be sure he heard you right. Then a small, relieved smile spreads across his face.

“…You do?”

He pulls you into a gentle hug, resting his chin on your head.

“I’ve loved you for a while now. I was just scared to say it first.”

🎸Jay

He looks shocked—eyes wide, mouth slightly open.

“You—you mean that?”

When you nod, he laughs softly, rubbing the back of his neck.

“I love you too. I’ll do my best to be someone worthy of that.”

🐶Jake

His face lights up instantly, like the happiest puppy ever.

“I love you!”

He says it back immediately, pulling you into a tight hug.

“I’ve wanted to hear you say that for so long.”

❄️Sunghoon

He goes quiet, processing, then his ears turn red.

“…I love you too.”

He takes your hand, squeezing it gently.

“I don’t say it often, but I mean it. Always.”

🌞Sunoo

He gasps dramatically.

“REALLY?!”

Then he smiles so wide it almost hurts to look at.

“I love you too! You just made my entire day—no, my entire year!”

🐈‍⬛Jungwon

He blinks, clearly surprised, then smiles shyly.

“…I was hoping you felt the same.”

He steps closer, voice soft.

“I love you too. Thank you for telling me.”

🐥Ni-ki

He freezes, then looks away embarrassed.

“…You’re serious?”

After a moment, he mutters,

“I love you too. Don’t say things like that so suddenly… my heart can’t handle it.”

If you want, I can write:

a specific member’s full scene

a comfort version

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🎄 ENHYPEN x Reader — First Christmas Together

🦌Heeseung

He wants everything to be perfect for your first Christmas together.

Pretends he’s “not that into decorating”… yet he’s the one climbing furniture to hang lights.

Spends hours practicing guitar to surprise you with a Christmas song.

Blushes like crazy when you give him a handmade gift.

“You… made this? For me?”

🎸 Jay

He cooks the entire Christmas dinner himself.

Won’t let you touch a single pan.

Gets you an extremely thoughtful gift — something you mentioned once months ago.

Wraps it horribly though. Tape everywhere.

Pulls you close by the waist while you two watch the fire crackle.

“Let’s make this a tradition.”

🐶 Jake

Begs to buy matching Christmas pajamas. Puppy eyes included.

Spends the whole night snuggled up with you and Layla.

Tries to stay awake for a movie marathon but falls asleep drooling on your shoulder.

Wakes up mid-sleep mumbling,

“Merry… Chrishmash… love you…”

❄️ Sunghoon

Acts like he’s so cool about Christmas, but is secretly really excited.

Ice skating date. He pretends to hold your hand to “help” you balance, but he’s actually the one wobbling.

When you give him a scarf, he immediately wears it.

“It’s warm… because it’s from you.”

Takes a hundred candid photos of you without saying anything.

🌞 Sunoo

Has a Pinterest board for your Christmas together.

Makes hot chocolate FOR YOU and then takes it back to “taste test” it.

Gives you a skincare gift set he assembled himself.

Insists on taking cute selfie photos in front of the tree.

“Wait—one more! Actually two more! Okay, five!”

🦊 Jungwon

Tries to act responsible and in charge, but he’s secretly nervous about making it special.

Plans a small, cozy stay-at-home date with handmade decorations.

Writes you a heartfelt Christmas letter — hands shaking as he gives it to you.

You hug him and he melts instantly.

“I… I’m glad you like it.”

🐈‍⬛ Ni-ki

SO excited about Christmas lights and presents.

Bounces around the house with you while decorating.

Tries to teach you a dance as “your first Christmas tradition.”

Gives you a plushie because

“So you don’t get lonely when I’m practicing.”

Acts cool but turns bright red when you kiss his cheek.

Hope you like it @hearts4humin 💗

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ENHYPEN x Reader — First Kiss Scenarios

🌙 Jungwon — “The Warmest Quiet”

It happened on a late-night walk, the two of you sharing a scarf because he claimed you looked cold… even though he was shivering.

You stopped at the crosswalk, breath fogging in the chilly air. Jungwon glanced at you, cheeks flushed red—maybe from the cold, maybe from you.

“You know…” he said softly. “I feel the safest when it’s just us like this.”

Your fingers were already brushing, but he took the leap and intertwined them, his hand warm and trembling.

“Can I try something?” he asked, eyes flicking to your lips and then away.

You nodded, heart stuttering.

He leaned forward, hesitant, and pressed the softest kiss to your lips—so gentle it felt like a whisper. When he pulled back, he hid half his face in the scarf.

“That was my first kiss,” he whispered.

You smiled. “Mine too.”

His eyes lit up. “Then… I’m glad it was with you.”

🌙 Heeseung — “Practice Makes Perfect”

You were helping him rehearse late, laughing every time he messed up the timing on a certain dance move.

“Stop smiling at me,” he groaned dramatically, dropping to sit on the floor. “You’re making me nervous.”

“You? Nervous?”

Heeseung pointed at you. “You’re distracting. In a good way. But still distracting.”

You sat beside him, shoulder touching his.

“Need motivation?”

He blinked. “Like what?”

You kissed his cheek, quick and teasing.

“There. Now get up.”

Heeseung froze. Then smirked.

“Oh, so that’s how we’re playing.”

He leaned in, closing the distance before you could react. His lips met yours—warm, confident, but slow enough to ask for permission with every second.

When he pulled back, he grinned.

“Motivated now?”

You shoved him lightly. “You cheated.”

“Maybe. But it worked.”

🌙 Jay — “The Gentleman and the Girl Who Stole His Heart”

Jay walked you home after dinner, insisting he couldn’t let you go alone despite the streetlights being bright and your house being only four blocks away.

“It’s manners,” he said, straightening his coat. “My dad would scold me otherwise.”

You laughed. “You’re too polite for your own good.”

He opened your gate and stood there awkwardly for a moment, hands in his pockets.

“I had a really good time today,” he said, voice lower than usual. “Better than I expected.”

“Wow. Thanks?”

“No—I mean—” His ears turned red. “I expect everything to be nice with you. But today was… different.”

You stepped closer. “Different how?”

Jay swallowed, gaze flicking to your lips.

“I want to kiss you,” he admitted. “But I don’t want to rush you.”

You reached up and tugged lightly on the front of his coat.

“You’re not rushing.”

He kissed you then—slow, deliberate, full of the kind of sincerity only Jay could have. When he stepped back, he took your hand and kissed it too.

“I hope I get to do that again.”

🌙 Jake — “Accidental, But Perfect”

You were both doing homework at his place, sprawled on the carpet, complaining about math.

Jake leaned over your shoulder to check an answer.

“Wait, no, that’s not right…”

He scooted closer. “Actually— yeah— maybe—"

Before he could finish, his forehead bumped yours. Hard.

“Ow— sorry!” he said, grabbing your face gently to check if you were okay.

You giggled. “Jake, we’re fine, we just—”

And then it happened.

You both leaned back at the same time… but not far enough. His lips brushed yours—quick, clumsy, shocked.

He froze.

“DID I JUST—? I didn’t mean— I mean I did mean— I mean— oh man—”

You cupped his cheeks.

“Jake. It’s okay. I liked it.”

He blinked. Twice.

“So… can I do it properly then?”

When he kissed you again—slow, sweet, and intentional—his entire face went pink.

“Best accident ever,” he whispered.

🌙 Sunghoon — “The Cold Hands Incident”

You and Sunghoon sat on a bench after skating, hands wrapped around hot chocolate cups. His fingers were freezing—your fault, apparently, because you insisted on skating longer.

“You’re turning into an icicle,” you teased.

He narrowed his eyes. “You could help, you know.”

“How?”

He held out his hands.

“Warm me up.”

You placed your hands in his, rubbing lightly.

“You’re dramatic.”

“You like it,” he shot back.

There was a pause—a soft, warm one—before Sunghoon tugged you forward by the hands you were holding. Your breath caught as he leaned in, his lips brushing yours in a quiet, gentle kiss.

He pulled back with a smirk.

“See? My hands are warm now.”

“You planned that,” you accused.

“Maybe.”

“Is it wrong that I want to kiss you again?”

Sunghoon’s smirk softened into a smile. “Not wrong at all.”

🌙 Sunoo — “The Confession in the Music Room”

You found Sunoo humming softly in the music room, sunlight spilling over him like a spotlight.

When he saw you, his whole face lit up—almost sparkly, like always.

“Oh! Just who I wanted to see.”

You sat beside him on the piano bench.

“What are you working on?”

“A confession,” he said casually, pressing a gentle chord.

Your heart skipped. “A… what?”

He turned to you, suddenly shy but brave enough to keep going.

“I like you. A lot. And I wanted to write something to say it but… I’ll just say it.”

Before you could respond, Sunoo leaned in slowly, giving you every chance to pull away. You didn’t. His lips met yours in a soft, fluttery kiss—sweet, warm, and full of butterflies.

When he pulled back, he smiled brightly.

“Now the song will be even better.”

🌙 Ni-ki — “Under the Studio Lights”

You were watching Ni-ki practice—again. He worked harder than anyone you knew, sometimes too hard. Tonight was one of those nights.

“Break,” you said, stepping onto the floor and blocking his next move.

He huffed. “I’m fine.”

“You’re tired.”

“You worry too much.”

“And you don’t worry enough,” you shot back, taking his hands and pulling him to sit. He stared at you then—really stared, the studio lights reflecting in his eyes.

“Why do you take care of me like this?” he asked, voice quieter.

You shrugged. “Someone has to.”

He looked down at your intertwined hands.

“I like it,” he murmured.

Then he leaned forward, hesitating for a heartbeat before pressing a soft kiss to your lips—unusually tender for someone so confident on stage.

When he pulled back, his cheeks were a little pink.

“Was that okay?” he asked carefully.

You smiled. “More than okay.”

His grin formed slowly, bright and boyish.

“Good. Because I want to do it again.”