## synopsis! You were always filled with the urge to destroy perfect things. It just felt wrong to leave things untouched. People weren't an exception. So, what are you supposed to do when an angel appears in front of you? Well... ruin him of course.
## pairing! innocent! heeseung x corrupted fem! reader
## wc: undecided
## cw! biggg themes of religion,, religious guilt is very heavy through this (maybe i'm projecting), suggestive?
## a/n! hellooooo everyone! ive been writing so many things but keep falling uninterested like halfway through. this one tho!!!!! i am very motivated to write it and cant wait to share it! so heres a little teaser :P my reason for this being so religous-y is because i find the juxtaposition of something so pure and untouched with something so dark and corrupted really beautiful! also in no way am i trying to make fun of any religion. i was quite religious myself! i value and respect anyone in any religion! this piece was also kind of a reflection of my own inner turmoil... anyways! i hope you enjoy and please stay tuned to the end for a poll determining something tehe...AND LET ME KNOW YOUR THOUGHTS OFCCC!! NOW ENJOY!! ALSO NOT PROOFREAD SO PLS KEEP THAT IN MIND!
Every Sunday, your mother would wake you up early in the morning to attend church with your family. The thin line between filial obligation and genuine devotion blurred with each sunrise. Your parents approached church with a fervor you used to share. Honestly, you found it quite boring, like a duty. Don’t misunderstand, whispers of belief still flickered within you, undying embers that display a gentle glow. Even in moments of despair or dark times, you often find yourself praying to the Lord; but on top of the catholic school you had gone to for your whole life, you found Sunday services tedious, as en extension of what you went through on a daily basis. You also spent the last two nights wasted beyond belief, and you waking up early for church was the last thing you wanted to do. This Sunday was nothing special, unfortunately. Peeling yourself from the comfort of your bed, you slowly get ready for service.
Sitting in your pew, your mind can’t help but wander. Thoughts of anything and everything fill your mind, in attempts to keep you awake during the priest’s sermon. A gentle nudge from your mother jolted you back to a semblance of piety. Her whispered reprimand, "Focus, darling," carried the weight of disappointment and a subtle plea for adherence. You plastered a thin smile on your face and offered a barely-there nod. You have stared at the front of this church so many times, you could draw it without reference.
The vibrant hues of the stained-glass windows, the worn kneelers that bore the indentations of countless prayers, the stoic statues flanking the entrance, it all felt more familiar than comforting. Behind the granite altar, sat the deacon and altar servers; like usual. Except this time, your eye catches an unfamiliar face on the right side of the deacon. He sat toward the end, two other altar servers on his left side. He was dressed like the others, clad in the customary floor-length white robe. His hair was a dark red, a little bit longer, and parted a little toward the side. His eyes big, as his attention is on the priest and his words.
A sardonic chuckle bubbled up in your chest, a silent stir in the holy air. Angelic. That new altar server looked angelic. How utterly cliché. If you were any closer, your blatant staring would be a cardinal sin in its own right. Minutes bled into an eternity as you wrestled with the tedious sermon and the incredibly good-looking boy behind the priest. Just as his monotone reached a fever pitch, a stirring announced the impending communion. Relief, both welcome and unwelcome, washed over you. Relief from the droning sermon, yet unwelcome because it meant the inevitable procession of the altar servers – and your unexpected fixation. With a practiced efficiency, the servers rose, their white robes billowing as they glided down the aisle. Luck, or perhaps a touch of divine irony, had placed you at the very end of the pew, closest to the spectacle about to unfold.
Angel boy, as you couldn't help but label him in the traitorous corners of your mind, drew closer. His face, bathed in the soft glow of the stained-glass windows, held an enigmatic quality. Was it the hint of a smirk playing on his lips, or the way his eyes seemed to hold a depth that transcended the sterile walls of the church? The closer he got, the more the sanctity of the ritual blurred with a curiosity that felt both illicit and strangely sacred. Your eyes locked. Inevitably, undeniably. And your eye contact lingers for a beat too long. A smirk, barely contained, played on his lips before he flicked his gaze away. But not before a telltale blush bloomed at the tips of his ears. He finally makes his way out of your view. Shame, hot and unwelcome, flooded your cheeks as you watched him disappear down the aisle. Your heart pounded against your ribs, a loud drumbeat against the backdrop of solemn hymns.
The taste of forbidden fruit lingered on your tongue, a mix of guilt and a desire you couldn't quite place. The once-tedious ritual now felt charged with a newfound tension, the air thick with an unspoken something that threatened to shatter the carefully constructed walls of your - currently dwindling - faith.
The altar servers returned, their white robes whispering against the polished floor. As the line snaked its way forward, a playful thought tickled your mind. A sly smile played on your lips, a secret shared only with yourself, as you approached the angel-faced boy holding the communion bread. With hands demurely clasped in front of you – the picture of a devoted daughter – you tilted your head up, meeting his gaze. His eyes, the color of rich chocolate, widened momentarily before flickering down. A hint of rose stained his cheeks. You see his adam’s apple bob as he gulps.
He held a piece of bread out, his voice a mere tremor. "The Body of Christ," he murmured.
“Amen.” You reply, leaning forward slightly, your arms pushing your boobs together and showing cleavage that you know he can see. Instead of extending your hands, you kept them clasped. You stick your tongue out as your eyes look at him through lowered lashes.
He cleared his throat, his hand trembling slightly as he held the bread closer. He placed the bread on your tongue with a slight tremor in his hand. You retracted your tongue with a triumphant smirk, the taste of the bread a mere secondary sensation to the unexpected jolt of electricity that had shot through you at the contact. You met his eyes again, a playful glint in them. A single word, more so a sound, escaped your lips, a soft "Mmm," before you retreated back down the line, a smile playing your my lips. The sign of the cross felt almost sacrilegious in this new context as you maintained unwavering eye-contact with the angel boy.
The brief exchange ignited a thrill within you. This wasn't just harmless interest. An unknown urge, long dormant, roared awake. You craved the challenge of chipping away at that perfect exterior, of shattering the halo that seemed welded above his head. Maybe then, you could see the real boy – and maybe, just maybe, a part of you yearned to be touched by his innocence. Or break it… who knows?
The weight of Monday settled over you uncomfortably and unwillingly. Another week of school stretched before you. In homeroom, surrounded by your friends – Jay, Sunghoon, Jungwon, and Minji – you couldn't help but relive the memory.
Sunghoon, slumped over your desk, groaned, "Church yesterday was enough to put a saint to sleep. I swear, I drifted off right after the Our Father."
"Then why'd you drag yourself to the early service?" you chuckled.
"Blame Minji," Sunghoon mumbled, accusatory eyes flickering towards her.
Minji, unfazed, countered, "Hey, it's not my fault you crashed at my place. You know my parents prefer the eight o'clock mass."
Jungwon chimed in, "Maybe we should stop going out so late on Saturdays?"
Four pairs of eyes shot daggers at him. "Thank the lord I snagged a free pass yesterday," Jay said with a smug grin. "Parents out of town mean no mandatory church duties."
"Yeah, but you missed a nice show," Jungwon piped up, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
"What show exactly, Wonnie?" you feigned innocence, a subtle warning lacing your voice.
Jungwon wasn't fooled. "The little performance you put on with the new altar server. You're sick and twisted.”
A playful smirk spread across your face. "Maybe I am, but you love it," you declared, smothering him in a teasing hug. Jungwon squirmed, laughter escaping his lips as he tried to fend you off.
Minji chimed in, “Care to elaborate?”
A conspiratorial glint sparked in your eyes. “Yes, yes mother…Let's just say there's a new, really hot, altar boy… and he’s perfect! Too perfect, if you know what I mean.” A beat of silence follows, confusion falls over everyone before you respond, “Need to ruin him a bit.”
The boys rolled their eyes in unison, but Jay couldn't resist a question. "How exactly do you plan on achieving that, Miss Mother Mary?”
You roll your eyes, feigning annoyance, “Well-“
The shrill of the first bell sliced through your conversation like a choirboy's off-key note. Your homeroom teacher, Mrs. Kim, swept in with a stern expression, instantly silencing the room. You exchanged helpless glances with your friends and raise both your hands in false defeat as they walk away from your desk and to their respective seats. Leaning in with a conspiratorial glint, Minji whispers, “You better tell us at lunch, bitch,” she points her finger at you and you laugh her off with confirmatory nod.
Before the morning prayer could play through the speakers, Mrs. Kim cleared her throat, silencing the room with a single, sharp rap on her desk. "Good morning, class. Today, we have a new student joining us. Please welcome him warmly." Her gesture towards the door was all it took for the air to whoosh from your lungs. Your jaw practically unhinged itself as the angel-faced altar server from Sunday, walked into the classroom. A breathless gasp escaped your lips, “no fucking way”.
You couldn't believe your luck. Here he was, the object of your amusement, deposited right into your everyday life. An unholy grin split your face, the possibilities swirling in your mind like incense smoke in a cathedral. This was exactly what you prayed for the night before.
You tap sunghoon’s shoulder, who was sitting in the seat in front of you. He leaned back, brow furrowed in confusion, as you leaned in to whisper, "That's him." Sunghoon's eyes widened, his mouth forming a perfect "o" before snapping shut in realization. He whipped around in his seat, confirming your words with a silent nod. Jungwon had already caught your message through a glance. You threw him a devilish smile, his lips twitching with barely contained amusement. He leaned over to Jay, who was seated next to him, and relayed the news in hushed tones. Sunghoon, mirroring your earlier action, tapped Minji's shoulder diagonally across the aisle, sending the news rippling through your little group like a clandestine prayer chain. A silent wave of excitement washed over you and your friends. This unexpected turn of events proved to be far more entertaining than any Sunday service. The prospect of having him, the object of your wicked plan, in your daily life was a delicious twist of fate, and you couldn't wait to see how it would all unfold.
“Hello everyone, my name is Lee Heeseung. It’s lovely to meet you all.” He scanned the sea of faces before him, his gaze drifting casually across the classroom. Then, something – you – caught his eye. Your hand twirled a strand of hair with practiced ease. The other waved at him, not a simple greeting, but a slow, deliberate movement that sent a shiver down his spine. You knew exactly what it looked like. An invitation, a subtle message almost saying ‘I know you thought of me last night’. A flush crept up Heeseung's neck, a telltale sign mirrored by the rapid bob of his Adam's apple. He could practically feel the heat of your gaze on him. Mrs. Kim brought his attention back to her, “Nice to have you here Heeseung, there’s an empty seat in the third row by the window.” His gaze met yours once more. He made his way towards his seat, two rows ahead and two rows to the right. Your eyes never left his figure when you noticed the all-too familiar blush at the tip of his ears.
The first bell pierced the charged silence, jolting everyone back to reality. A flurry of activity erupted as classmates gathered their books and shuffled out. You darted playful glances at your friends, their attention firmly fixed on Heeseung. Laughter bubbled up inside you, barely contained. With a final shove of notebooks into his bag, Heeseung seemed to hesitate, catching your eye across the room. You couldn't help but smirk, so excited to ruin him. Picturing how different he would look with pierced ears, a cigarette in his mouth, and you on his lap. You just couldn’t wait. The familiar weight of Jay's arm slung around your shoulder grounded you momentarily. "First period, babe?” he asked, his voice laced with amusement. "Actually, jongseongie,” you began, a mischievous glint dancing in your eyes, "go ahead with the others. I have a… matter to attend to with a certain altar server."
Your friends, well aware of your little new toy, burst into laughter. Jay, however, rolled his eyes playfully. "Imma wait for you outside then,” he announced, resignation coloring his voice. “Or.. you could go to our class? You can’t keep avoiding Giselle forever you know.“
“I do nottt wanna see her _. Also, you know she never liked you, so she gets mad when we walk in together.”
“Whatever you say, Jay.”
He flashed a charming, albeit fake, smile before disappearing out the door. With a final playful roll of your eyes, you turned your attention to the angel at the center of your growing intrigue. Heeseung, now the sole occupant of the classroom, seemed strangely hesitant, his gaze lingering on you. A slow, confident stride carried you towards him, the promise of a delicious encounter hanging thick in the air. Everything about him was a siren song, drawing you in with an irresistible pull. His large, doe-like eyes, framed by dark red hair that tumbled playfully just above his brow, seemed to speak pure and sweet nothings into the air. It’s as if the cruel world hasn’t reach those beautiful big eyes yet. But the most captivating detail was the way his ears, like delicate seashells, flushed a brilliant crimson whenever your gazes met. You already pictured what they’d look like adorned in silver. A slow, predatory smile played on your lips as you sauntered towards his desk. Resting your palms on top of his desk, you leaned in close, the scent of his nervous cologne filling your senses. Your voice, normally laced with mischief, took on a sugary sweetness that would make even the most hardened saint wince. “Nice to see you again, altar boy,” you purred, drawing out the words.
His blush deepens, spreading from his ears down his neck. He stammers a reply, stuttering, "H-hi… I, uh, didn't expect to see you here."
“Likewise…” your smirk widens, reaching out your hand, nails painted red, “I’m _, nice to meet you Heeseung.”
He hesitates before his hand reaches yours, responding to your introduction with a shy smile, his doe-eyes sparkling up at you the whole time. Oh how you wish to swim so deep in those beautiful eyes.
"Well, altar boy," you teased, your voice laced with a sweetness that sent shivers down your own spine. "I'd love to chat more, but wouldn't want to keep you from your first day, would we?"
Fishing out a red pen, you held it between your teeth and uncapped it with a flick of your thumb. "Real quick, though," you bargained, a playful glint in your eyes. You extend your left hand, palm up. Hesitantly, he mirrors your gesture, placing his right arm within your grasp. You scribble your phone number on the smooth skin of his inner arm, finishing it off with a perfectly drawn heart.
"Call me, Hee," you purred, leaning in conspiratorially. "I'll be waiting." With a wink that could melt glaciers, you retreated, your hand brushing against his again as you slipped past him. Out in the hallway, you met Jay, a mischievous grin plastered on your face.
Heeseung, left speechless in your wake, peered out from the now-empty classroom. His fingers traced the inscription on his arm, the warmth of your touch lingering alongside the heat of his blush. With a shaky breath, he tucked your phone number beneath his sleeve. He should probably get to his first period class, but his mind was already swirling with the image of you.
i'm luvrseung :D '03 line (21), asian (filipino), and go by they/she pronouns! writing blog for enhypen. i always appreciate any feedback, and my ask is always open! i hope you enjoy my writings and view this hub as a safe space <3
•..>> Part of my Enhypen as Enhypen Songs series ! {series m.list here}
warning(s): none! lmk if you feel like there should be :D
word count: 1.3k
pairing: non idol!yang jungwon x fem!reader
genre(s): angst, kind of lovers to exes??, fluffy part in the middle
a/n: the italicized text indicates a flashback!!
"I opened my eyes to the scent of summer and those days' feelings
The shining rays of light make the speed go faster and pass by"
Jungwon sighs as he opens the door to his bedroom. He had just gotten home from school and he wanted to rest. He slips his backpack off his shoulder and onto the ground as he makes his way to his bed. The boy sits at the edge and flops backwards with another sigh leaving his mouth. He stares at the ceiling for a bit, then turns his head to the side, facing his desk. He subconsciously scans the desk, both out of boredom and habit. Then he sees it. A little white picture frame. In that little white frame, holds a picture of you and him. You're both pictured at the beach in the sand, in front of the ocean. You were doing a peace sign while he was giving you a hug from the side. Both of you had the biggest and most genuine smiles plastered on your faces. Noticing he was staring at it for a bit too long, Jungwon turns his head back to his ceiling. He remembers that day like it just happened, even though it was months ago. His eyes close for a little.
(Flashback begins)
Jungwon opens his eyes lazily as he was awoken by a persistent buzzing from his phone. He looks at the time and his eyes widen. He immediately picks up his phone and notices your various missed calls and texts. He quickly presses on your contact and starts getting ready while you answer. "Yah, Yang Jungwon! Get up, get up!" you yell at the boy.
"Ok, ok, I'm up!" he says back in a hurry as he gets dressed and gathers a few essentials in his backpack.
"I'll be there in 10, Yang. Don't make me wait!" you say smiling as you hang up on the boy.
Jungwon brushes his teeth and makes toast while he waits for you. Almost finished his toast, he hears the doorbell, grabs his things, and meets you outside. He spared no time grabbing his bike and stuffing the rest of his toast in his mouth, as you were itching to go. Once he caught up to you, you both started biking side by side to the beach. You started rambling about him waking up late while Jungwon stayed quiet and admired how you looked today. You were sporting a cute yellow and white sundress over your bathing suit, accompanied with a straw hat and flip flops. "Cute." he said quite quietly, but just loud enough for you to hear. He didn't fail to notice the blush that crept up on your face which caused a similar blush to form on his ears.
You both biked in a comfortable silence as you took in the scenery. The trees lining the sidewalk caused the sun to hit you every now and then when it peaked through the leaves. Jungwon wishes it was like this forever. The both of you felt absolutely care-free and and genuinely happy.
Finally arriving at the beach, you guys lock the bikes up and head to the sand to find a spot to lay your towels and set up an umbrella. Once you both finished applying sunscreen, Jungwon takes it upon himself to throw you over his shoulder and run to the ocean. He was unfazed by the little kicking and screaming you did, and once he reached the cold water, he jumped in, bringing you under the very very cold water with him.
After you yelled at him for bringing you into the cold water so fast, the rest of the day was filled with fun and chaos. You played in the water, had a picnic in the sand, and played in the water again. Before either of you realized, the sun had begin to set. You were currently lying down with your head in Jungwon's lap. The both of you were talking about nothing in particular when you took note of how beautiful the sunset looked. You looked through your bag and got out your polaroid camera. "Hey! Let's take a picture to commemorate this beautiful day!" Of course, Jungwon agrees and gets up while you ask a person nearby to take the photo.
You both smile while you hold up a peace sign and Jungwon gives you a hug, catching you off guard. You thank the stranger and get your camera back. After the picture developed, you show Jungwon. "Wow! We're so cute!" you say excitedly and he nods in agreement, almost giggling at how cute you are right now. "Do you mind if I keep it?" he asks. To his surprise, you gave him the picture and he bites his lip trying to hide a smile. As it's getting darker, Jungwon notices how cold you're getting and gets the hoodie he prepared for himself in his bag. "Here y/n. I see you shivering, don't say no." You feign annoyance and playfully roll your eyes at the boy as you put the hoodie on. "Thank you, Won. Let's get going, yeah? It's getting dark." The boy nods his head in agreement and you both head back to your bikes.
The ride back was peaceful, you both talked about your other plans for the summer and other memories of the both of you. You're both laughing and enjoying each other's company while the sky is painted with vibrant hues of purples, pinks, and oranges. It honestly felt too good to be true. Jungwon insisted on biking with you to your house because he didn't want you to be outside alone at night, so you let him. You both reached your house.
"This is me." you stated with a smile. "Thanks for taking me home. And for spending the day with me, Jungwon. I really mean it." You give the boy a hug. He hugs you in a very gentle manner. Almost like he's scared you'll shatter. Then he watches you as you begin the walk up your driveway and into your house. But as he watches you walk away, he does something that surprises you and even himself.
"Wait! y/n! I forgot something!" the boy yells and you turn around. He runs up to you, cups your face, and gives you a short and sweet kiss. "There we go. Bye, y/n!" You're standing there frozen in place as Jungwon runs back to his bike and heads back to his house. Your turn back around to your own house as you hear a faint and very familiar "WOOHOO!" in the distance. You laugh at the boy and go inside to freshen up.
Jungwon bikes home in triumph and euphoria. He finally kissed his crush, he did it. Nothing could ruin that day for, absolutely nothing.
(Flashback ends)
That was four months ago. It's now November and cold outside. Jungwon often finds himself reminiscing about your summer days together. The heat was almost unbearable, but with you by his side, it was like a cool, spring breeze was always around him. Then summer came to an end. What you didn't want to tell Jungwon was that you were moving at the start of the new school year. Moving to a whole different country. Jungwon's heart shattered into a million pieces when those words came out of your mouth. It was like he just got you, but now he had to lose you.
As a final goodbye, you gave him the picture of you two at the beach. He didn't even notice that it was missing from his room. You must've snatched it when you were over his house and he wasn't in the room. You handed him the picture of you two that was now inside a white frame. When you left that day, he never heard from you again.
Now as Jungwon sits alone in his room and a tear escapes his eye, he can't help but stare at the forget-me-not from you on his desk.
