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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀COTTON CANDY ⠀⠀♡⠀⠀박성훈⠀

𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇────sunghoon has a 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐡 & your lips taste exactly like 𝐜𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐲

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⠀✿⠀⠀﹔⠀hii, first enha fic! let me know if you like it <3

park sunghoon has always had a sweet tooth. it’s not really a secret—the way he’d act calm, pretending he’s ‘’just curious’’ about a box of donuts or a bag of jellybeans laying around inside one of the other member’s dorm. except when nobody’s looking, his fingers already reach for the powdered sugar. and when he turns around, his lips are tinged with the dusting of sweetness but he acts stupidly oblivious when somebody asks why the box is half-empty. you complain about it first. ‘’ugh, my lips are so dry.’’ you mutter, your lips constantly chapped even after reapplying the same lip balm for the one-hundredth time. dead skin pokes your tongue softly when you lick your lips. you fish through your bag, grabbing a slim tube of lip gloss. sunghoon’s sitting there, scrolling on his phone and barely paying attention. you twist the tube open. the smell hits instantly. it’s sweet, it’s sticky, it’s artificial. the type of pink sugar sweetness you can only find at fairs or amusement parks—it looks like colorful clouds and melts the second it meets your tongue.

sunghoon blinks. ‘’what—what’s that?’’

‘’new lipgloss, bought it like a day or two ago.’’ you say dryly, swiping the applicator across your lips. it leaves behind a glossy shine—smacking your lips together almost irritatingly so. ‘’kinda regret buying the cotton candy one. smells gross, right?’’ gross is not really the best word to use—it’s dizzying, the air heavy with overdone sweetness. he inhales deeply, really getting that flavour inside his senses. you’ve constantly teased him about hoarding the chocolates in the pantry or never saying no to dessert…but he looks at you differently, like he wants you instead of the candies he’s usually obsessed with. ‘’hoon, you’re staring.’’ you laugh, trying to stifle the atmosphere—but your voice falters when you meet his intense gaze once more. he clears his throat, realizing he was zoning off at your pretty pink lips. ‘’agh…sorry, it just smells…smells a little strong.’’ ‘’yeah, i know. probably shouldn’t have bought it.’’ you say with a downturned smile, rummaging through your bag. he realizes you’re most likely trying to find something to wipe it off with. he panics internally. ‘’don’t.’’ the word slips out sharper than he means, and your brows lift up slightly. ‘’i mean—it doesn’t smell bad. just…sweet.’’ you hum, learning back against the couch. ‘’tastes sweet too.’’ and god, you don’t know what you’re doing to him when you say it so carelessly like that. sunghoon grips his phone tighter and his posture stiffens. his eyes keep gliding to your mouth, shiny…sticky…pink—he’s so desperate to know what it feels like, hell, tastes like. you notice, of course, you always notice. ‘’you wanna try it out or something?’’ the corners of your lips twitch into a little smirk. you meant it as a joke, not something to be taken seriously. you don’t expect him to answer but you see his throat bob and jaw tighten… ‘’sunghoon?’’ you breathe, half-teasing—half-serious. ‘’c’mere.’’ he looks at you all intensely, his voice at a lower register than normal.

before you can even react, he’s leaning in—one hand at the back of the couch and the other sliding to the side of your jaw. the first second is just testing it out, but when the real taste kicks in…he kisses you more hungry, more desperate. It’s sickly sweet, said spun sugar dissolving on his tongue. who cares about candy when he has his girlfriend here who can give him the same experience?

you make a noise of surprise, your hand holding onto his bicep. that’s all it takes for him to deepen the kiss even more. his mouth moves against yours like he’s starving, wanting more. the gloss smears between you, sticky and messy—but he doesn’t care. he tilts his head, his teeth brushing against your lower lip before he sucks it gently, greedily. you pull back, just a bit: ‘’sunghoon…’’ “don’t,” he says again, his lips are still glistening, pink gloss slightly tainted on his skin. “don’t talk. just…” he’s kissing you again, softer this time, savouring it. your lips taste addictingly like cotton candy, like the inside of a candy shop. it’s so sweet. too sweet, even. but that’s what he likes most besides you. when he finally pulls back, both of you panting heavily. your gloss smudged halfway across his lips. you can’t help but stare at him. ‘’god..’’ you mutter, still not fully back to reality yet. ‘’you really have the worst sweet tooth.’’ he huffs a laugh, kissing you once more as your lips are tingling. he shrugs, ‘’what can i say?’’ he says, his forehead pressed against yours. ‘’your lips are better than any other candy i’ve had.’’ the way he looks at you makes you think about buying another tube of that cotton candy lipgloss.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀BUBBLE BATH⠀ ⠀✿⠀⠀엔하이⠀

𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇────𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝐛𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗈𝗍𝟩 𝖾𝗇𝗁𝗒𝗉𝖾𝗇

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀REBLOG⠀FOR⠀ˊᯅˋ⠀MWAH!

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⪩⠀L. 𝖧𝖤𝖤𝖲𝖤𝖴𝖭𝖦⠀⠀｡｡｡⠀⠀%129 wc

heeseung hums softly as he works the shampoo in your hair, fingers gently to ensure he doesn’t cause you pain. you close your eyes, enjoying the sensation. and he chuckles, ‘’feels good?’’ his voice echoes slightly in the foggy bathroom. there's something so intimate and close about the way his thumbs gently rub small circles against your temples. ‘’you always take care of me baby,’’ he says, barely a whisper. ‘’let me take care of you now.’’ he leans in closer and you feel his breath against the shell of your ear, rinsing your hair in a way so that none of the suds can come into your eyes. this is exactly why you love heeseung. he’s so gentle and caring, to the point warmth blooms in your heart.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⪩⠀𝖯. 𝖩𝖮𝖭𝖦𝖲𝖤𝖮𝖭𝖦⠀⠀｡｡｡⠀⠀%117 wc

jay sits behind you, sponge in hand. originally he wasn’t planning to clean your back—but when he sees you fidget and have a hard time with doing so he tsks. ‘’hey, let me do it.’’ he sounds commanding but his tone is soft. you sit still as warm water laps at your chest. he runs the sponge up and down your spine slowly, ‘’you always miss your spot.’’ he smiles, obviously teasing you. ‘’sorryyyy,’’ you respond, dragging the last syllable out. you’re not complaining though, the way his knuckles graze lightly over your shoulder blades—it gives you butterflies. he finishes off after another minute, you turn around just enough to see him smile. ‘’there, all clean now.’’

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⪩⠀𝖲. 𝖩𝖠𝖤𝖸𝖴𝖭⠀⠀｡｡｡⠀⠀%114 wc

jake has the shower head and you instantly regret letting him. ‘’don’t move!’’ he laughs as you squeal, water coming straight at your face. ‘’jake!’’ you protest, growing a bit irritated now. he’s grinning, playing with the nozzle as if it’s a toy. he grows serious, adjusting the spray to wash shampoo from your hair. ‘’okay.. sorry, sorry.’’ he murmurs, softer now. his hands shield your face—ensuring no soap stings your eyes. when all the suds are out of your hair, he asks: ‘’better?’’ his gaze is so soft you could just melt right then and there and you realize that he was never teasing to annoy you, just wanting to make you laugh.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⪩⠀𝖯. 𝖲𝖴𝖭𝖦𝖧𝖮𝖮𝖭⠀⠀｡｡｡⠀⠀%105 wc

sunghoon’s fingers are gentle, kneading into your scalp with just enough pressure to make your whole body relax—you’ve been needing this all day. you hum quietly, content. your head rests against his chest and he freezes for a second before continuing. gosh you’re cute. ‘’enjoying it?’’ he asks, almost shy despite his calm demeanor. you nod, too relaxed probably just lazy to tease him. steam fogs up the whole bathroom, and his movements are slow—more deliberate as he wants to cherish the moment for longer. ‘’love, you’re gonna fall asleep like this,’’ he whispers. you smile, sunghoon’s heart beats faster but he doesn’t stop massaging.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⪩⠀𝖪. 𝖲𝖴𝖭𝖮𝖮⠀⠀｡｡｡⠀⠀%106 wc

sunoo puts a dollop of conditioner into his hand, the sweet cherry blossom scent hanging in the steamy air. ‘’hold still,’’ he instructs, putting in your hair gently and rubbing it in. he’s precise, making sure not to miss any strands as he hums your favorite song under his breath. ‘’love your hair baby,’’ he says simply—as if taking care of you was the most natural thing in the world which it was to him. when his fingers touch an area where you’re sensitive in, you giggle. ‘’ticklish?’’ he teases affectionately. when he finishes, he combs through your hair one more time. ‘’perfect. just like you.’’

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⪩⠀𝖸. 𝖩𝖠𝖭𝖦𝖶𝖮𝖭⠀⠀｡｡｡⠀⠀%146 wc

instead of you sitting in front of jungwon like usual, it’s now vice versa. his knees are drawn up slightly, his shoulders are tense at first, but he relaxes the moment your hands touch him. a cloth gently sliding down his back. ‘’you…you really don’t have to.’’ he says softly, but he doesn’t move away. you smile to yourself, watching beads of water cascade down his body. ‘’mhhhh, i want to.’’ you respond honestly, working in smooth strokes. he sighs, his head tilting forward to give you more area. for a while, the only sound is water dripping and your hands working. when you finish, you press the cloth one more time on the back of his neck. ‘’all done,’’ you murmur, your voice barely above a whisper. jungwon glances back at you, a little shy. he smiles, ‘’thanks … i could get used to this.’’

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⪩⠀𝖭. 𝖱𝖨𝖪𝖨⠀⠀｡｡｡⠀⠀%82 wc

niki can never stay serious—he splashes water at you first, laughing when you gasp. ‘’hey!’’ you retaliate, splashing water back at him. the bathroom echoes with laughter, though eventually he relents and moves closer to swipe bubbles off of your cheek.’’you’re messy,’’ he says, grinning. when you settle back, he helps rinse soap with a gentle pour of water. ‘’there,’’ he says, ‘’you forgive me now?’’ you side-eye him which he immediately notices, he sighs. ‘’…okay, sorry. won’t do it again.’’

⠀✿⠀⠀﹔⠀can u tell i dont really like writing ni-ki.... /hj TT this is my 1st ot7 enha fic! please give me feedback <3

❪ 𑄽୧ ❫ ｡｡ taking care of drunk hoon

%379────drunk!hoon x fem!rea⠀ ❛⠀⠀✶⠀⠀est. relationship, fluff, mentions of alcohol

sunghoon stumbled in the apartment drunkenly, grinning from ear to ear. ‘’babyyyy,’’ he murmurs, dragging the last syllable out like a child seeking attention. you weren’t focusing on the fact that he came home far later than he promised—more so about the fact that he was intoxicated to the point you were concerned he might fall then and there. you quickly stand up from the couch as you see him struggling to balance on his own two feet. ‘’missed you so bad…’’ he slurs his words. you immediately notice how flushed his face is. ‘’sunghoon?’’ you sigh, ‘’idiot. i told you not to drink s’much.’’ he pouts, mumbling apologies under his breath. you walk on over to him where he immediately leans onto you, but he’s self-aware and doesn’t put his full-body weight onto you. ‘’how much did you even drink?’’ you ask, however it’s more so a rhetorical question. you know he drank so much to the brink of black-out, though you don’t comment on that. you make him stand normally again and drag him onto the couch, where he collapses dramatically. ‘’i’ll get you some water.’’ he lets out annoying hiccups, ‘’okay, hic love, hic you…’’ you take that as your cue to get to the kitchen as soon as possible. after you pour in a cup of water and some ibuprofen to try and alleviate the drunkenness. ‘’here, make sure to swallow, okay?’’ he doesn’t answer, just obediently reach out and wrap his fingers around the cup. you guide him—by steadying the glass—helping him take the ibuprofen since you don’t trust him in his drunk-state to do anything. ‘’there you go,’’ you murmur, brushing his hair out of his eyes. he looks at you in a soft way, his eyes lingering a bit too long. it was like you were the only person he wanted in the whole world. ‘’you’re so good to hic me.’’ he says, still in his intoxicated state—but just based off his tone you knew he was being honest. you felt your irritation disappear completely, sitting down next to him. you allowed him to lean onto your shoulder. you turn your head just enough to kiss him onto his temple. ‘’just…go to sleep hoon.’’ you whisper, pecking another kiss. he says,

‘’you’re the best.’’

⠀✿⠀⠀﹔⠀feedback welcome! you can expect these types of layouts for short fics lolol (also cause it feels like a waste to find pics just for like 400 words TT)

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀FLORIOGRAPHY⠀⠀✿⠀⠀이희승⠀

𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇────𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗎𝗇𝗀⠀𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗳𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗲𝘀⠀𝗵𝗶𝘀⠀𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲⠀𝗍𝗈⠀𝗒𝗈𝗎⠀𝗏𝗂𝖺⠀𝖿𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋𝗌

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀REBLOG⠀FOR⠀ˊᯅˋ⠀FLOWERS!

you follow heeseung in the back room of the flower shop, where light filters through the dusty glass. he offered you floriography services—the language of flowers—free of charge. he sets up a small table, vases…ribbons…petals, everywhere. you sit on a stool, your interest about this had already piqued when you saw how passionate heeseung was about this whole flower hobby. you were afraid to ask him for floriography lessons, though, as you noticed how he didn't teach anybody else. you just assumed he didn't like teaching it.

‘’red camilla,’’ he had said once, twisting the sepal in his fingers. ‘’it means you’re the flame in my heart.’’ you giggled, teasing him for sounding like a romance novel. you mentally noted how he only smiled gently and tucked the flower back into his vase. it became a habit shortly after that: he’d hand you flowers, though you never looked too much into the meaning of each one of them—he didn’t tell you either.

‘’i thought i’d show you something.’’ he says, his voice just above a whisper.

he picks up a pale peach flower, its petals curling softly. ‘’this pretty one right here…means modesty.’’ he tells, before putting it back into its original vase. then he holds up a daisy, ‘’this one means innocence, purity, new beginnings.’’ he smiles gently while looking at it. your heart thuds when you see him smile.

he moves onto a rose—the most basic flower of them all. ‘’love, passion…and beauty.’’ you swallow as you see those petals move faintly under his fingers. you want to reach out, you want to touch the curve of the flower, but you wait.

finally he gathers them all. the peach flowers, daisies and roses. and he adds one more, a small one, sure—but its meaning carries a lot of weight. a lilac. he steps back. ‘’this bouquet…means what i feel,’’ he says nervously, like he doesn’t know how to word this further. ‘’i find sweetness in you, in everything you do. and happiness…is what i feel when you’re near.’’

you want to say something, but nothing comes out. the words flutter like petals and never settle.

heeseung raises the bouquet, offering it to you. ‘’i love you.’’ he says, soft enough to make you think you’re dreaming. ‘’hee…i love you too.’’ you whisper, smiling. heeseung’s breath hitches, then slowly he starts smiling. it’s not an ear-to-ear grin, more so a iloveyousomuchthisiswhati’vebeenwantingforever smile. before you’re able to grab the bouquet, he reaches out to put the singular lilac in your ear. ‘’my first love.’’ he murmurs.

you smile, full of joy. ‘’maybe…it’s you i’ve been falling for. not just the flowers.’’ his heart blooms, like a new flower blooming under the sun. and in the fading, filtered sunlight behind the dusty glass—he leans in for a kiss. the sweetest confession of them all.