𓏵‧₊˚ ┊roommates!enhypen ot7 x female reader જ⁀➴ 𐔌՞texts՞𐦯 .ᐟ 「sending a picture of jungwon with kiss marks on his face was NOT the move」 part ᶠⁱᵛᵉ, ˢᵉᵛᵉⁿ
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𝜗𝜚 i don't know where this one was going, creative juices ran out midway! X♡X♡, romi ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･
Synopsis -> Y/N, a daring motorcycle racer, catches the attention of seven competitive car racers called ENHYPEN. Driven by lust and rivalry, the boys chase her both on and off the track, but as the tension builds, their obsession with her grows. Will they see her for more than just a prize, or will their dangerous desires consume them?
y/n‘s motorcycle/ Enhypen’s cars
The street was alive.
Engines roared, headlights cut through the darkness, and the scent of burnt rubber mixed with gasoline in the air. The next race was about to start, and the usual crowd had gathered—drivers, gamblers, and spectators looking for their next thrill.
The boys arrived together, their presence turning heads as always. It wasn’t just because they were the best racers in the city—it was the way they carried themselves. Confident. Untouchable. The kings of the underground scene.
Jay parked first, shutting off his engine with a practiced flick of his wrist. Sunghoon pulled up beside him, glancing at the lineup of cars before getting out of his car. Jake and Heeseung weren’t far behind, their sleek cars drawing just as much attention as the expensive cars surrounding them. Ni-ki and Jungwon arrived last, the youngest lazily stretching as he got off his ride.
“Same crowd as always,” Sunoo muttered, eyes scanning the people around them.
But then they saw her.
Y/N stood near her bike, talking to someone, completely unaware of the way heads turned when she shifted her weight to one hip. The neon lights of a nearby car wash illuminated her, highlighting every curve, every sharp line of her silhouette.
She looked dangerous.
Her outfit was something that would have gotten her kicked out of any respectable event—but here, it made her the center of attention. Tight black leather pants clung to her hips like a second skin, sitting low enough to tease at what lay beneath. A cropped racing jacket, unzipped just enough to hint at the smooth skin underneath, hugged her arms, the fabric molding to her like it had been made for her body alone.
And then there was the top.
Barely there. A thin black tank that left little to the imagination, hugging her curves in all the right places. The low neckline revealed a glimpse of her collarbones, the delicate slope of her shoulders, and the soft swell of her chest. The way she moved—leaning slightly on one leg, arms crossed just under her bust—only made it worse.
Jake let out a low whistle. “Damn.”
Sunghoon barely spared her a glance. “She’s always dressed like that.”
“Not like that,” Jay muttered, tilting his head slightly as if analyzing something.
She still hadn’t noticed them. She was laughing at something, the sound cutting through the noise of the crowd. The way her lips curled up, the way her head tilted slightly—it was the kind of effortless confidence that couldn’t be faked.
“Looks like she’s got an audience,” Ni-ki noted, nodding toward the guys lingering a little too close to her.
Not surprising. Y/N had always drawn attention, but it wasn’t just about the way she looked. It was the way she carried herself—like she knew she was untouchable. Like she knew she could get on her bike and disappear before anyone could catch her.
“She’s fast,” Heeseung muttered, mostly to himself.
Jungwon, arms crossed, exhaled slowly. “She won last time.”
“And?” Sunoo arched a brow.
Jungwon’s gaze flickered to Y/N again. “And let’s see if she can do it again.”
They didn’t care about her.
Not really.
She was just another racer. Another competitor. Another person standing in the way of their next win.
But as Y/N finally glanced over, locking eyes with them for a brief second before smirking and looking away, something settled in the air.
Something they didn’t quite recognize yet.
But they would.
Soon.
Y/N’s gaze flickered across the lot again, meeting Jungwon’s for a split second. Her smirk deepened ever so slightly, as if she knew exactly what was going through his mind. It was as if she enjoyed the little challenge of having their attention, but without doing a single thing.
“Let’s just focus on the race,” Ni-ki said, trying to shift the attention away from Y/N. “We’ll see who takes home the prize.”
Sunghoon snorted. “You’re kidding, right? We all know who’s winning this one.” His voice carried the confidence of someone who knew they were untouchable in this scene.
The boys made their way to the starting line, but even as they prepared for the race, it was hard to shake off the awareness of Y/N, who was now near her Ducati, fiddling with something on the bike. She didn’t seem interested in joining the boys’ banter, as if the race didn’t matter to her. Maybe, to her, it was just another night, another chance to show off. But there was something about the way she leaned over the bike, her leather jacket stretching across her back, that made the boys pause for a second too long.
“Seriously,” Jake whispered to Heeseung. “Does she ever take a break from looking… damn good?”
Heeseung simply shook his head, as if the whole thing was becoming a bit of a spectacle, though he couldn’t help but glance back toward her.
“Keep it together, we’re here to race.” Jay’s voice brought them back to the present. He was already strapping his helmet on, his focus narrowing. “We can deal with whatever happens after the race.”
Jungwon, still keeping a cool front, felt his pulse quicken as he watched her fiddle with the bike. There was something almost… magnetic about her. His eyes tracked the way the fabric of her tank top stretched across her back, the small movements of her hands as she adjusted the throttle. Everything about her seemed effortless. She was in her element. But Jungwon couldn’t afford distractions. Not now.
The flag girl stepped forward, motioning for everyone to get in position. The crowd buzzed in anticipation, and everything seemed to fall into place. The vehicles revved, the last-minute bets were placed, and then the moment came.
“Y/N!” one of the bystanders called out, clearly trying to get her attention. “You’re racing again, right?”
Y/N glanced up, her eyes scanning the lot before landing on the man. She simply gave him a cocky smile and nodded, her lips curling up as she slid her gloves on. “Why wouldn’t I? You know what happens when I’m on that bike.”
The crowd let out a cheer, clearly hyped up for her performance. Some of the other racers exchanged glances, sizing her up, but no one dared approach her. They knew better.
Jungwon tightened his grip on his steering wheel, his nerves settling into a focused calm. Don’t let her get into your head.
Y/N, noticing the shift in atmosphere, looked over her shoulder at the group of boys again. This time, her gaze lingered on Jungwon. Her smirk never faltered, but there was something a little more intense about the way she looked at him—like she knew something he didn’t.
She tilted her head slightly. “You nervous, or are you just pretending to be cool?” she called out.
Jungwon didn’t respond, keeping his eyes ahead, trying to focus. He couldn’t show weakness, not now. But her words struck a chord deep down. She was pushing his buttons, and she knew it.
“Let’s see who’s faster, then,” Y/N called out over the engine noise, her voice dripping with challenge.
Jungwon’s chest tightened, and without another word, he revved his engine, the growl of it echoing through the lot. He could hear the others starting to do the same, the tension building higher with every passing second.
The flag girl raised her arm, and just as the crowd hushed, Y/N glanced back once more, locking eyes with Jungwon. The look was brief but full of silent promise.
And then, the flag dropped.
The engines roared, tires screeched against the asphalt, and the night came alive with the sound of racing.
Jungwon had no idea what to expect, but he was ready.
And as the race began, he could feel her presence behind him, like a shadow, ready to catch up at any moment.
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# sakai valerie poe the japanese australian singer is the 8th female member of the coed group “enhypen” debuting with 1,450,890 votes being a fan favorites. being a talented dancer before debut, she was also known for her siren vocals
# alongside her co-member, kanazawa hana. making their kpop debut a 9th member co-ed group that would end up being the 4th gen leaders.
𓏵‧₊˚ ┊roommates!enhypen ot7 x female reader જ⁀➴ 𐔌՞texts՞𐦯 .ᐟ 「riki says to stop capping about the plushies on his bed. totally don't got any, totally didn't get them just for her. totally」 part ˢⁱˣ, ᵉⁱᵍʰᵗ
ᡣ𐭩ྀི₊ ⊹ smau masterlist ᝰ.ᐟ✮⋆˙
𝜗𝜚 thank you to the person who sent the request, this was a cute idea!! sadly, i don’t think i brought it justice much with this set :( X♡X♡, romi ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･
𓏵‧₊˚ ┊roommates!enhypen ot7 x female reader જ⁀➴ 𐔌՞texts՞𐦯 .ᐟ 「she got her period, and suddenly she has herself seven butlers waiting on their hands and knees」 part ˢᵉᵛᵉⁿ, ⁿⁱⁿᵉ
ᡣ𐭩ྀི₊ ⊹ smau masterlist ᝰ.ᐟ✮⋆˙
𝜗𝜚 thank you to the anon who made this lovely request!! it was fun to make X♡X♡, romi ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･
𓏵‧₊˚ ┊roommates!enhypen ot7 x female reader જ⁀➴ 𐔌՞texts՞𐦯 .ᐟ 「all she said was she's going on a date and suddenly, they're hiding her wardrobe and offering bribery」 part ᵉⁱᵍʰᵗ, ᵗᵉⁿ
ᡣ𐭩ྀི₊ ⊹ smau masterlist ᝰ.ᐟ✮⋆˙
𝜗𝜚 thank you to the anon who made this lovely request!! fun fact, i was actually imagining her friend arranging her to go on those mixer type things where it’s a group date X♡X♡, romi ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･
