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—⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ in which they're clingy with (y/n) like they'd perish without

enhypen 8th fem!member x ot7 content(s): fluff, members being clingy and touchy, some of them are whiny, heeseung uses the power of bambi eyes, sulky hoon, jake's lowkey human glue, reader's sweet, jungwon's make me emotional, riki likes to crush reader type: imagine

⋆˙𐙚 L.HEESEUNG 𐙚˙⋆

“lee heeseung,” (y/n) huffs after catching sight of him through the slight gap of his door. he’s falling asleep slouched on his gaming chair. walking in, heeseung turns to her with eyes laden with drowsiness, eyelids threatening to close at every second. “you need sleep.”

he shakes his head—well, tries to but ends up swaying left and right. “no…just one more…mission…”

his slurred words and red rimmed eyes as he forces himself to stare onto his screen stress (y/n) out more than she’d expect.

“lee heeseung,” she sighs again and approaches to gently coax the headphones from his head before putting her hand over his eyes to close them.

heeseung grunts in complain—hands reaching for his headpiece but the moment his eyelids are forced shut, an undeniable comfort rests over his dry, overworked corneas and suddenly, he can’t find it in him to fight back.

a small sleepy hum from him is all the affirmation she needs. scoffing in amusement, she shuts down his computer and rolls him towards his bed using the gaming chair.

with a slight push, heeseung falls off his seat and lands on the mattress like a floppy doll, groaning and nuzzling his face into the plushness.

“let me fix you up a bit,” (y/n) huffs as she flips him onto his side and drags him just a little higher so his head rests on his pillow before pulling the covers up to his chest. satisfied, she pats his shoulder and turns. “goodnight, hee—”

she’s stopped by a weak grip on her sleeve and she turns to see heeseung looking up at her.

he’s blinking slow and heavy, like a cat does, before tugging her closer. “my eyes… they hurt.”

“hurt??” her voice laced with concern warms him and his fingers subtly curl tighter. “hold on, let me get the eyedrops then.”

but heeseung shakes his head again, successfully this time, and stares at her face with those breathtaking bambi eyes of his.

hesitant, almost bashful and he gulps. “like earlier, when you closed my eyes… do it again.”

his request shocks (y/n), making her freeze for a moment. but the way he gazes so earnestly even amidst his sleepiness has her caving.

“okay. sure,” she stammers slightly, puzzled but willing and heeseung’s plush lips pull into the softest smile. the mattress dips at his side when she takes a seat and with the hand that heeseung’s still holding onto, she places it on the upper half of his face like a heated eye mask.

the pitch black darkness and gentle warmth instantly cocoon his senses like a fuzzy blanket on a snow day, and he shifts his hand down to instead wrap loosely around her wrist as it to hold it still.

to make sure she stays.

it doesn’t take long for heeseung to fall asleep. almost instant. and when (y/n) sees the heaves of his chest slow, she carefully retracts her arm.

before being stopped by a discontent groan from the sleeping prince and his hands—yes, both now—wrap around her limb and pulls her down.

she gasps and falls into his side clumsily and nearly elbowing him in the face. but the way heeseung instantly burrows into her—relishing in her heat and comforting presence—with arms around her form and nose tickling her nape.

she doesn’t have to heart to wake him up.

after all, he’s not usually known to be the clingy type. the hovering type, maybe. always in the same room, standing beside a member or maybe even an arm around the shoulders. a hug here and there. but not clingy to the point of cuddly.

but maybe the lack of sleep from consecutive nighttime gaming after finally finishing promotions has done something to his brain—making him all loopy and floppy like a deflated balloon.

turning around in his grip, (y/n) smiles at his peaceful sleeping face, unaware and comfy.

besides, it’s been a while since she saw him so relaxed like this.

⋆˙𐙚 P.JONGSEONG 𐙚˙⋆

maybe spraying (y/n) with his perfume isn’t the best idea.

because now jay can’t help but feel oddly giddy and…content(?) that she’s walking around smelling like him.

another surprised yelp escapes her when he’s back to clinging onto her from behind, arms wrapped around her waist and chest against her spine as he buries his nose into the crook of her neck.

she laughs. “do you like this perfume that much?? spray it on yourself, then!”

jay shakes his head—black hair brushing against her cheek ticklishly—as a grin stretches onto his face. she can feel the motion against her skin. “it’s not that. it’s just, nicer on you for some reason.”

“yeah?” she chirps, though not really a question, and she leisurely walks into the kitchen for a snack.

although reluctant, he loosens his grip and lets his arms drop to his sides when she leaves.

his sharp eyes watch her go before turning around with a purse of his lips.

guess that’s the end of his clinging.

NOT.

because throughout the day, due to the magic of men’s perfume’s durability that challenges even the power of friendship, (y/n)’s walking around still smelling like him.

she’s watching the TV? oh, jay wants to join in too even when he doesn’t know a single character’s name.

she feels sleepy? she doesn’t need to go back to her own home or sleep on the couch! please, take a nap on jay’s bed. he insists!

ordering some food? jay’s there by her side as she scrolls through the online menu because he’s “feeling a little hungry too” even when he’s already eaten a horse with a field of grass on the side.

and (y/n)’s not dense enough to not notice.

but she knows how jay’s not forward enough to ask her directly for it, worried of breaching boundaries. so she does what she does best:

“wanna cuddle with me? i feel a little cold,” she offers, wearing a faux persistent pout.

be completely blunt about it.

now jay’s a rational man. logically, usually, he’d offer to turn up the temperature or give her a blanket. but today? he’d hide away the sun just so their cuddle session’s as long as he can get.

“yeah, sure,” he replies casually but the way he stuffs and fishes out his hands from his pockets before stuffing them again belie him.

he sits awkwardly on the couch when (y/n) shuffles away but the moment she practically drops herself onto him, his arms open wide to catch and they wrap around her protectively as an amused chuckle escapes.

“feel better?” he asks, voice in a charming baritone as he curls himself around her before carefully shifting so they’d end up lying on the couch with her all spooned up.

she nods against his chest and when she shuts her eyes while snuggling against him, jay swears his heart exploded and his jaw clenches—raising his face up with teeth gritted and eyes shut from cuteness aggression.

the scent of his expensive perfume and her own fragrance envelopes him whole and he inhales with contentment. arms tighten around her and legs wrapping with hers as he buries his face into her hair.

⋆˙𐙚 S.JAEYUN 𐙚˙⋆

is it a secret that jake’s clingy? no. is it a secret that jake’s clingy with (y/n)? also no. therefore, it should be no secret that his clinginess challenges the laws of physics in which gravity doesn’t pull him towards the earth but towards (y/n) instead, right?

WRONG.

no one knows this.

why? because with the presences of others, this behaviour of his is watered down. he has to appear both cute and cool, reliable and clumsy, the full on golden retriever status.

so his affections are equally distributed between everyone, of course with occasional favourites. but when it’s just him, his members and (y/n) alone behind closed doors?

oh, his most favourite among favourites is so blatantly obvious it’s near painful.

10 minutes into their dorm and jake’s already eyeing her from the couch with a longing pout as she makes herself a drink.

she doesn’t even need to turn to know whose stare it is that’s poking the back of her head. “sim jaeyun.”

“yeah?” he responds, almost giddily and stands before she even beckons. when he’s a step away, his arms are already open to backhug her but is stopped when she spins and stuffs a cubic watermelon into his mouth.

his brows raise, eyes wide and head tilts in confusion as he chews.

“sweet, right?” she asks and he nods.

“it is!”

“great! i should make some more then.”

so she starts cutting up more fruits—moving here and there around the kitchen bar with a loyal tail in case she needs help and a hug.

…okay, hugs. not just one.

and when she’s done, jake still follows her around to offer the healthy delicacy to the others like some unpaid sidekick. and the moment she sits down?

POUNCE.

“finally!” he exclaims, smile ear to ear with pearly whites sparkling, eyes twinkling the same as he nuzzles into her shoulder from the side—arms around her waist and torso hunched to meet her height as they sit side by side on the couch.

“i knew it,” (y/n) mutters in surrender but can’t stop the amused laughter that escapes, making him snuggle closer until she’s leaning into the cushions—giving him full access to her front where he then chooses to lie on top of.

head burrows into the crook of her neck, sharp nose prodding, chest to chest and legs tangled while his bouncing hair tickles her to giggles.

“you’re so soft and warm,” he muffles into her shoulder and she hums in acknowledgment, one hand stroking the back of his head and he sighs with adoration.

and when his little, gleeful giggle begin to slow and quieten, it’s then she knows he’s falling asleep.

she glances down at him whose head is now on her chest, mien a picture of peace with eyes shut and plush lips pouted slightly from how his cheek’s all smooshed against her.

simply adorable.

he’s not even responding to her calling.

so when she moves slightly to slip away from under him, she’s already expecting a smooth escape.

…only to find out that wish is a little too ambitious.

because jake, albeit being previously perfectly unconscious, immediately becomes alert with brows knitting to a furrow, lips whining a small “not yetttt” or a “don’t gooo” while fingers curl around the sides of her shirt like a latching koala. he’ll shake his head side to side in protest and even lift his head up to bat his pretty brown eyes and stick out his bottom lip if need be.

“just five more minutes…?” he bargains, voice slurred with sleep, and (y/n) feels like she’d be cursed if she said no. so she doesn’t.

thus, with a little dopey grin and his fingers interlocking with hers alongside a half-asleep giggly comment on “wow, our hands fit perfectly… hihi,” as he falls back asleep.

…he’s got her right where he wants her.

⋆˙𐙚 P.SUNGHOON 𐙚˙⋆

one moment led to another. like how a freezing (y/n) led to a worried sunghoon and ended up with her all scooped up in his arms as he holds her close.

he didn’t plan this. at least, he didn’t plan on liking it this much.

but it just felt so right: her all spooned up and warm in his embrace and him getting a free weighted blanket that smells sweet and nuzzles against him like an oversized cat.

what’s not to like?

so ever since then, sunghoon’s been searching up excuses to get her in his arms again.

“hey, you cold?” hoon asks.

“nah, i’m good,” (y/n) replies.

“okay.”

then on another occasion:

“it’s getting pretty chilly, huh?”

“yeah, but nothing too bad.”

“…so you’re not feeling cold?”

“nope.”

“oh.”

then another…

“hey, i’m feeling kinda cold,” hoon starts.

“oh, you want a blanket?”

“nah, it’s fine,” he answers, then, “is there…something else i can use?”

“what, like a jacket? mine won’t fit you though.”

“no! not your jacket.”

“what else then?”

“…nevermind.”

it’s not an exaggeration to say none of his tries worked. so what does he do? sulk about it—not openly, though. quietly…where he just sits at the very end of the couch all alone and silent, or he just skulks around the spaces where (y/n) is and walking away whenever she acknowledges him.

but (y/n)’s not dumb. how can she not notice an 180cm tall man who practically glows in the dark from how fair he is? he’s got the sparkly skin of a killer. so one day, she caves.

she walks into the boys’ dorm, padded jacket on, gloves fuzzy and scarf tight. but when she sees sunghoon sitting in the living room, she’s quick to toss the scarf and gloves into her bag before walking in with an exaggerated shiver.

“wah~ it’s so cold out today! my lips were frozen during the shoot earlier,” she complains loudly and sunghoon’s quick to turn—catching the way she trembles and rubs her ungloved hands together.

his thick brows raise and lips curl upwards just by the slightest before he rushes over.

“didn’t i tell you to always wear gloves and a scarf? look at what’s happened,” he nags, voice low and slightly raised but he can’t hide the slight excitement slipping through from the pitchy fluctuations of his tone.

she bites back a grin. “sorry. i was rushing.”

“and your manager didn’t have any spares?” he shoots back but is already making work of removing her snow-covered jacket and shaking them off.

“come here, let’s get you warm,” he mumbles so quietly she almost doesn’t hear and pulls her to the couch before pulling her into his side. “don’t make this a habit.”

despite his ‘scolding,’ the way he practically melts onto her as arms tighten say otherwise and she subtly shakes her head with an exhale through her nose.

“if you say so.”

⋆˙𐙚 K.SUNOO 𐙚˙⋆

it started off as an accident. sunoo got sick one day, (y/n) came over the dorm to check on him, got carried away in taking care of him and fell asleep with her head on his mattress.

wake up the next day, she’s lying next to him, all huddled up with sunoo clinging onto her. and ever since, he found it easier to sleep with something—or someone—to hold. only her though, because she doesn’t move too much, doesn’t take up all the space.

sadly, she doesn’t live at the dorms. so their cuddle sessions are cut short. sometimes even his vitamins, sleeping aids and midnight movies can’t help—especially when his mind’s too crowded, too loud.

so whenever she comes over, he takes his chance.

“(y/n)!” he chirps instantly once she walks in and she squeals out his name before grabbing his hands and hopping together.

“sun! what are you doing here? i thought you were going to have lunch with jay,” she says and she puts down the bag of snacks on the counter in which sunoo immediately rummages.

“mint choco ice cream! this is why you’re the best!” he gasps, eyes upturning to crescents and smile wide, puffed cheeks glowy. “i didn’t feel like going. felt a bit tired.”

(y/n)’s head perks up instantly and eyes follow as he starts putting away the snacks. “tired?”

he nods with a pout. “couldn’t sleep so well these days.”

her gears spin, thinking of how to help but sunoo beats her to it.

“wanna watch a movie?”

they end up on the couch and as expected, halfway through sunoo has his head resting on her lap, already getting sleepy with her putting clips on his hair. she’s focused on the screen, invested in the plot while he’s already drifting in and out of consciousness, his eyelids heavy.

a soft grunt sounds from him before he flips over to instead face her stomach and nuzzling closer, too sleepy to care and (y/n) jolts slightly.

but when she sees him practically fold into her—knees to his chest, one hand curled under his jaw while the other’s wrapped around her waist loosely and lashes fluttering as he keeps his eyes closed—she can only smile.

gingerly, she undoes the clips in his hair to instead slowly stroke his head and he remembers himself feeling soothed and placated, a smile on his face as he falls asleep.

his fingers twitch to curl on her lower back whenever she so shifts.

⋆˙𐙚 Y.JUNGWON 𐙚˙⋆

jungwon’s strong. more than all those arm wrestling matches might make it look. because his strength isn’t just from the hands, but the arms and the core. his body control is no joke.

which is why he’s made it his hobby to practically just carry (y/n) around whenever he wants. lifting practice he says.

it actually started from her not wanting to practice—opting to instead lay flat on the shiny studio floors or sleepily grumbling whenever she feels the laziness settles in.

but yang jungwon, as leader of enhypen, can’t have that. he’s here for order—but also, fun. so what does he do?

he grabs her hands and hoists her up easily before dragging her to the dance floor—her soles squeaking against the sparkly floor.

and since then, he does it whenever he wants.

“YOI!” he randomly sounds and suddenly, she’s levitating off her apartment’s bar stool and put on her living room couch with jungwon then sinking beside her.

translation: come hang out with me.

on another occasion, he quite literally picks her up, carries her through the corridor and onto the kitchen counter just so he can feed her strawberries with chocolates as he makes them.

then another, he has her head leaning on his broad shoulder when she’s feeling sleepy and his cheek resting on her crown. dimples surface when she starts playing with his fingers on his thigh and his smile broadens more when she slowly stops, showing that she’s fallen asleep.

he doesn’t say it much, but he loves having her around.

she doesn’t even have to do anything.

he finds comfort and peace in her silence, while finding excitement and amusement in her exuberance.

everything about her feels…warm, welcoming.

like home personified.

a soft sigh from her makes him turn to look and he’s quick to stroke her cheek, smiling when she relaxes against him again.

yeah, he’s staying home.

⋆˙𐙚 N.RIKI 𐙚˙⋆

it’s not newfound knowledge that ni-ki has an affinity for things smaller than him. like kittens or cute little trinkets. but the most obvious one, is for people.

whenever children are involved in a shoot or set, he can be seen wearing that sweet, excited boxy smile of his while he crouches to their height—giving high-fives or making casual chatter.

the affection that pours from his eyes is blatant.

and this extends towards (y/n) as well who’s shorter and smaller than him. but because she’s her, there’s a slight difference…

he becomes a big, playful tease.

it’s always whenever she’s doing the most mundane things.

watching TV on the couch? he comes up from behind and ruffles her hair. she’s scrolling on her phone at the kitchen bar? he pops up beside her to tap on her screen and runs when she turns to snap—not without sneaking a pinch to her cheek.

she’s getting her makeup done? suddenly, instead of the soft bristles of a brush, she feels the soft pad of a finger poking and caressing her skin. unsurprisingly, it’s ni-ki who then hops away mischievously while snickering like a cartoon villain.

“cute. you’re just so cute,” he says quietly one day, lips stretched to show his pearly whites as he looks down at the girl who’s glaring up at him.

“i’m stomping on your toes,” she huffs before walking away only to get crushed in his embrace.

“wahh~ i’m scared!” he feigns fear, yet the monotonous lilt in his bass voice fools no one and he swings her around in his arms while she yelps, legs dangling.

“nishimura riki!” she exclaims, eyes crinkling with mirth, but before she can even say anything else, riki runs to the couch with her in hold and she shrieks, ready to be crushed alive.

but riki swiftly slows before landing onto the cushions softly—one knee before the other—and successfully sandwiching her onto the seats.

she lets out a muffled “oof!” and continues to wiggle while ni-ki lies on top of her, but not entirely that she’s carrying all his weight.

a big, boxy smile on his face as he holds her tight against him like an oversized teddy bear, low deep chuckles crawling up his throat and sending vibrations through her bod.

“you’re heavy,” (y/n) comments but can’t help feeling safe being all encased, cheeks all squished and lips puckered from the squeeze and ni-ki lets out an almost pained grunt—eyes shutting tight and head rising backwards before he nuzzles into her hair.

“cute.”

he can’t say too much, though. don’t wanna break character. even when he’s practically smothering her with undoubted affection.

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