jake + fake dating? i think he's the only enha member i haven't seen with this trope yet!
jake's arm is snug around your waist and your head is resting on his shoulder. you're sitting in the back of the library, partially hidden by bookshelves.
you're pointedly not looking at jay through the small gap in the classics aisles, though you can feel his eyes on you. he keeps glancing back from his table every ten minutes.
jake's arm tightens, shifting you closer so you're almost sitting in his lap, half a leg thrown over his.
you stare at your homework.
jay's glances have turned into purposeful watching.
you don't have to look, you can imagine the slight vein in your ex's jaw, and the piercing of his eyes when he's angry. you just know jay so well. three years will do that to you. and while you did have the angry jay towards the end, you remember jay from before. the grins when he'd see you and the dates he used to actually show up to.
but lately, you've been noticing other details. like a hand on your waist, and kisses on your cheek, and your coffee order in the morning, even if they're from your pretend boyfriend.
and a soft voice.
"see, here, you accidentally added the q's instead of multiplying. that's why it's so much smaller than the answer."
you look up from your paper and watch jake nudge his glasses up with a knuckle.
he shifts his arm further around you so his hand is on your stomach. you sigh contentedly and lean into his side, gazing at his side profile.
jake looks at you, then away, and then, when he feels you still looking, at you again. his eyes widen slightly. "um, does that make sense?"
"yeah," you murmur, sliding a hand over the side of his face. your nails reach the back of his head and you gently scratch the hairs at the nape of his neck.
"okay, so- um, so after that, you just have-" jake's breath stutters as his head tilts back into your hand. "have to-" jake stops talking and closes his eyes, his fingers clutching your shirt.
vaguely, you register the sound of a chair pushing back and someone angrily storming off.
but you're so focused on jake, and the slope of his nose and his thick glasses and the flickers in his eyelids that you don't even care.
"okay, i think- think he's-" jake clears his throat, "gone now."
his eyes open and he looks into your eyes. his cheeks are flushed.
"i know," you whisper.
but you keep your hand on his head, and he keeps his around your waist.
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no hate to jay guys that's my g
this is part of my cliché fridays event! send me any enhypen/bts/txt member + a trope and i'll write a short drabble for it :)
ooh ok i kinda added royal au (dare i say one of his best concepts??) and one bed trope and e2l oops... this was also supposed to be way shorter but i was having fun with the dialogue | wc 450
"would you kindly stop moving so much?"
you jolt at the sudden voice.
"i thought you were asleep." vaguely, you realize these are the first words prince sunghoon has deigned to speak to you since "i do" at your wedding this morning.
"you were clearly wrong. i haven't been able to fall asleep since you've been twisting all the sheets all night."
"well i haven't been able to sleep next you either. perhaps you're more accustomed to having others in your bed but i, for one-"
"excuse me?" sunghoon whips onto his side to face you, and against your will, you notice the blue light from the window which glances across his cheekbones. he's so handsome, it's more irritating than charming.
"oh, don't act like you don't know what people say about you."
"and what exactly do they say?"
you look into his dark brown eyes. even though he's just looking at your face, you can feel his gaze in the pit of your stomach. your cheeks warm.
"they say you have a new maiden in your bed every day." you spit out.
he sits up. "that's ridiculous! i've never even- you're the first i-"
he stops, going very still. in the pause, you catch yourself admiring the mole just to the side of his left eye.
you tilt your head.
"are you saying you're a virgin, prince sunghoon?"
he heaves a sigh. "i'm extremely busy with my princely duties. how does one have... have time for such things? and are you not?"
"of course i am!" you snap. "enough! just- just go to sleep."
"i can't sleep with you here!"
"fine, i'll go to the next bedroom!" you snap again, rising out of the bed.
"you can't do that, the maids will see you!"
"they've seen plenty." you scoff, already standing.
a hand catches your wrist, the warmth seeping into your arm. you can feel his touch everywhere.
"you must stay."
you groan, ripping your hand away from his grip, despite a part of you not wanting to. "we won't be able to govern if we can never sleep."
but you reluctantly sit back down on the bed.
sunghoon stares at you, his adam's apple bobbing.
"what?" you ask incredulously. his attractiveness has started to irritate you again.
his gaze lowers to your lips.
you feel strange, like you can't breathe.
and then somehow he's pressed against you, his forehead touching yours as he stares down at your mouth. his arm is wrapped around your lower back, his fingers tightening into the side of your waist.
"what are you-" you wonder.
"shhh," he mumbles, before pressing his lips to yours.
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this is part of my cliché fridays event! send me any enhypen/bts/txt member + a trope and i'll write a short drabble for it :)
in which your instant ramen somehow manages to set your apartment on fire, and firefighter!soobin must suffer through your terrible pick up lines
ft. yapper!r x firefighter!soobin
wc 700 cw fire, jokes about arson and injuries
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"Do you know CPR?" you ask, trying not to focus on the way the firefighter's warm arm is tucked under your knees, hugging you to his chest so you can feel his bicep against the side of your leg.
"I do," he answers, voice deep and tone warm, before his eyes flicker to yours. "Are you having trouble breathing?"
His doe eyes are so overwhelming, you have to resist the urge to hide your face in his shoulder. "Yeah, you're taking my breath away."
The firefighter—Soobin, you think he said his name was—gives an indulgent half-smile. He shifts you a bit in his grip, bicep flexing through his uniform, before he continues his descent down the ladder.
After a few beats of silence, you ask, "Are you sure you're not tired?"
He lets out a huff of laughter at that, "I am trained to lift cars, so I don't think I would classify this as the hardest part of my job-"
"Because you've been running through my mind all day."
He pauses. "That was much worse than your first one."
"Sorry, you're making me nervous."
"Yeah?" He grins at you, and his smile is going to ruin you. His teeth show and his eyes scrunch up at the sides a little, and his hair is lit perfectly by the blazing fire and the sunlight, and you melt a little into his chest. "You know, for someone who's apartment is on fire, you seem pretty unaffected."
"It's just that you're hotter than any fire, so,"
Soobin shakes his head in slight disbelief, his tongue pushing at the side of his cheek. He steps onto the ground, boots thudding against the pavement before he sets you down.
You only make it a few steps before tripping dramatically into his arms, and he catches you effortlessly. "I think I broke my leg."
"Do you?" He murmurs, shaking his dark hair out of his eyes.
"I think I broke it falling for you."
He smirks, his thumb rubbing gentle circles against the side of your torso before he releases you. He returns with a towel, gently wrapping it around you. "Well, I think there's something wrong with my eyes." Soobin remarks, bending down so he's on the same level as you. He looks at you sincerely, eyes wide, and his glove cups the side of your face. His thumb lightly grazes your cheek before tucking your hair behind your ear.
"I can't take them off of you." His gaze slowly looks you up and down and you flush all over.
"I can think of something else you should take off." You say, but it's more shy this time and you squirm a little under his stare.
He bends up again, but he pulls you into his chest and leans his head down so his lips brush your ear. "Yeah? Like what?"
Your arms instinctively wrap around him and you bury your face into his chest in embarrassment.
"Nothing to say now?" He whispers, still so close you can feel his breath.
"Shouldn't you be helping put the fire out?" You mumble.
"Sweetheart, the fire's been out for a while."
"Oh." You turn around in his arms, squinting at your apartment. "Are my things okay?"
"Your kitchen might be a little damaged, but the other rooms should be fine." Soobin must sense the change in your mood, because he rubs your back soothingly.
"Thank god," you sigh, turning back to face him, "if there was nothing left to burn down I wouldn't be able to see you again."
He laughs in surprise, licking his lips in disbelief as his eyebrows raise. "I didn't take you for an arsonist."
"Only for you." You reply sincerely.
"I'm flattered," he nods, "but I'll tell you what. Why don't I take you out?"
"Really? What I have I done to deserve this honor?"
"I'll do anything to protect the city from future criminals like you, and I guess if it means I need to make out with you every single day-"
"Woah, no one said anything about that,"
"-then I guess I will."
You're smiling at him bemusedly before you gasp dramatically, "Oh Soobin, how are you so big and strong and brave?"
Smirking, he bites his lip, looking down smugly before his eyes snap to yours and you can feel his words under your skin.
“Want to find out?”
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a/n guess who remembered her password or wtv ┐(´ー｀)┌ no big deal or anything, also sry if this was bad i had to beat my writing block with a stick even if it meant writing whatever the heck this was
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