ENHYPEN REACTION.

HELLO?????

LE(t’s) GO!

a/n. screaming crying throwing up my parents got me those lego flowers (that one set on the last pic) :( and yes, this is what mainly inspired me to write this >.<

"hee!"

your boyfriend jolted up on the couch and sprinted towards the hall once he heard your voice.

"you’re home! i missed you!" heeseung cooed once he saw you. his arms sneaked around your waist and he placed a soft kiss on top of your head. you looked up at him and hee figured out that you’re up to something.

"i missed you too" you hummed and placed a tender peck on his lips. hee frowned yet the corner of his lips turned up.

"did something happen?" hee asked.

"i got you a small present!" you grinned and wriggled out of his grip and reached for a yellow wrapped box.

"oh?" heeseung hummed and tilted his head, curious.

"c’mon, open it!" you pushed the box onto his hands, sparks of excitement in your eyes. you didn’t have to tell him again.

your boyfriend unwrapped the yellow paper and you watched his mouth part in disbelief, eyes widening.

"you got me lego?" he whispered, looking at the set.

"yeah! i saw it and thought about you! you said you had much fun while putting together this set that niki gave you so–" you started rumbling and hee shushed you with his own lips, passionately smacking them against yours.

he hummed into the kiss, pulling back once he felt like he needed some air.

"best. girlfriend. ever" heeseung said before taking a deep sigh and running his fingers through his hair, looking at you hesitantly.

"what are you waiting for? go put it together!" you scoffed.

"let’s go!" he let out a yelp and pressed another peck onto your forehead before rushing to the living room.

after unpacking the groceries you bought on your way home and changing into comfortable clothes, you peeked into the living room.

heeseung was sitting in front of the coffee table, lego pieces on it. he played some music through the speaker and focused on putting the legos together.

his handsome features were puckered in focus. brows furrowed, nose a bit scrunched, lips pouting unconsciously.

"hee?"

nothing.

you smiled and shook your head, coming up to him. he was reading the manual, fingers tracing the drawings.

"hee…" you tucked his hoodie.

"hmm?" he hummed and put down the paper just to start looking for the piece he had to put together now.

you sighed and plopped down onto his lap, making yourself comfortable. heeseung put his chin on your shoulder right away, out of habit.

"i love you" he hummed and grabbed your hands gently to move them in the direction of needed lego piece.

"you’re just saying that because i got you legos" you teased and grabbed the pieces.

"not true" hee giggled and showed you where and how you should follow the next step.

there was something this day that heeseung discovered about legos – sure, he loved them. but he loved putting them together with you even more.

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officially convince I want a cat

enha-pet — yang jungwon 양정원

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“yang jungwon as your white ragdoll cat hybrid.”

usually a pretty calm and well behaved cat

except when it's 3 in the morning and he has too much energy left

ZOOMIES

when he had zoomies, he would run all around the room, jumping from your wardrobe to your desk then playing with anything he could find

your sofa? scratched. your phone charger? chewed. your coffee? spilled.

and you'll never be physically mad at him. no.

especially every time he looks at you with his round shiny eyes

once he accidentally broke your favorite mug

and he was so shocked, he stood there staring at the broken pieces for minutes until you called his name because it's getting too quiet suddenly???

frantically tried to hide the evidence but cut his finger by accident and became way much more panicked when he saw blood dripping on your carpet

and you saw him

bleeding

AND THEN YOU FREAKING OUT AND HE GOT WAY MORE FRANTIC

after taking care of him he would feel guilty, you could feel he was almost cry

loves to purr on your shoulder

like when you hug him, and he would rest his head on your shoulder and starts to purr

“you're warm.”

also he is very sensitive with your scent

other than your perfume or clothes detergents, he would notice the scent of places or foods that lingers on you

“did you go home by train?” “oh, did you go to that cafe again?” “isn't this like your third cheesecake today? how would i know? your smell.”

WOULD GET JEALOUS WHEN HE SMELLED ANOTHER CAT FROM YOU

“...this is not my scent.”

and would be very obvious that he is jealous

“won, come here!” “um, no?”

“look, i'm sorry that i pet another cat.” ”hmm.”

“it was a stray, won. i was giving them food.” “okay, and? i guess you petted them a lot.”

“yes, they loves getting scratches. are you not?”

yes he does.

he does LOVE scratches especially on his head

daily head scratches before sleep is his favorite part of the day

when you told him your day while he took a nap on your lap and your hand gently scratches his head

he loves it

A LOT

also loves to be dolled up and be the ｡⁠*prettiest*⁠.⁠✧ cat in the world

but trust me it wouldn't last long

he would run around letting ribbon around his neck let loose

or rolling around on dirt seconds after you bathed him

“JUNGWON WHAT ARE YOU DOING???” “huh? play?”

hate bugs but also curious of it

like when he saw a pretty big grasshopper on your window he would stare at it for a long time

and proceeded to scream when the grasshopper started to jump

would run to you asking to banish it from his sight

in conclusion, you need a lot of patience to have a jungwon as your cat

but again who wouldn't want him as a pet?

https://x.com/daykercrf/status/1902780578358796321?s=46&t=qG9H0KoqFOisUk6aq81CDw

based on the gif from this tweet

A sun and a moon

pairing: minho x reader, pre-established relationship.

genre: hurt/comfort. reader is going through a rough patch.

On days when the mere thought of breathing gets tiring, Minho makes it feel a bit easier.

Please let me know if you enjoyed reading, it means a lot to me <3

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It was one of those weeks when you woke up every day feeling out of place. In your home, in your mind, in your body.

You never really understood why you'd start feeling this way. It would happen out of the blue, and you'd be forced to carry the heavy weight of your insecurities with you throughout the day.

On days like these, you'd wish you'd be able to crawl out of your skin, float in the air, and not feel anything. You'd give everything to quiet the thoughts in your head that criticize your every move- the way you walk, the way you talk, the way you breathe.

Minho would always notice- how you wither down like a flower that was left to fend for itself, rootless. You'd become quiet, afraid that if you ever spoke, you'd break down and he'd be forced to pick up your shattered pieces. You didn't want to be a burden for him, you wanted to be easy to love.

And when Minho noticed, he didn't comment. Because he knew that part of being human is feeling down, and that it can't always be sunshine and roses. But what he didn't convey in words, he did in actions. He would kiss your forehead randomly, his fingers threading gently through your hair. He'd make you lunch, drawing a smiley face on the rice with sauce. He'd bring you water, making sure you drank it all, patting your head when you are done.

He wouldn't talk, but his gestures spoke for him- they were telling you, 'I know, I know you are not feeling like yourself and I still love you'.

But you couldn't voice your gratitude or your love for him. And it made you resent yourself more. You'd spiral down, and you'd start to think that he deserves someone else, someone better. Someone who doesn't sit on a couch unmoving; selfishly hoping that the universe would pass on their insecurities to somebody else.

"I'm sorry", you mutter on a particularly draining night, and he frowns, placing his chopsticks down.

"I'm sorry you are stuck with me. You deserve better", you slip out, angry tears welling up in your eyes. You don't even know why you spoke. Maybe it was the sight of the dinner he made you left untouched, because you couldn't bring yourself to eat it.

He's quick to your side, kneeling in front of you and holding your hand in his. "There is no one better, sweetheart. There is only you", he reassures, his tone so soft it makes you cry even more.

His warm hand in yours doesn't make the insecurities go away, but for a minute, your mind forgets. It allows you a moment of solace- like a rainbow that comes once in a while to remind you that the sun will shine again.

That night in bed, Minho pulls your body toward his, your back snug against his chest.

"You know, they say that the moon and the sun are lovers", he starts off, tone hushed. "And they say that one day, the sun started to notice how soft the moon's light is, compared to its own warm rays. And how lovers always write poems about the moon, when no one can look at the sun for too long", he pauses, and you nod to show him you are listening.

"And the sun thinks, maybe... maybe the moon deserves a better star to love". He's talking about you, you realize. You are the sun and he is the moon.

"But... what the sun doesn't know is that the moon only shines because it reflects the sun's light. The moon wouldn't be the moon without the sun. Just like I would be nothing without you, my love".

Minho kisses the back of your head, and you shake in his arms, your sobs resounding loudly in the room. "I am who I am because of you", he whispers right in your ear, hugging you even tighter to him.

Right now, you aren't okay, and Minho's words don't fix everything. But they are the light at the end of the tunnel, so you clutch onto them. You store them in a sacred cabinet in your mind, in the wait of the day where you'll wholeheartedly believe them.

It will happen soon, you think to yourself. Soon, you'll be okay again, and Minho will still be by your side.

I forgot who's the user who posted an explanation about the alchemy of sould regarding the truth between naksu and cho yeong but like. . . I just realized... So, throughout the series, Jang Uk fell in love with Jin Seolran ? 😭 Since, Seolran is Naksu because the antagonist uncle (forgot his name) switched her (seolran/buyeon) with cho yeong and used cho yeong's angst story for naksu ¿ Am I right ? I need answers 😭😭😭😭

no lube, no protection, all night, all day, from the kitchen floor to the dining table, from the bed to church, from the front porch to the balcony, vertically, horizontally, quadratic, exponential, logarithmic, while i gasp for air, scream for satan mercy, HE CAN TOP ME. until i’m swollen, until i’m crying, until he’s out of juice, until i can’t walk, until i’m numb, until my throat hurts, until my cheeks are red, until the neighbours know his name, until my inside becomes outsides, until my holes remember the shape, until my jaws fall off, until my legs are useless, until my eyes are rolled back and it stays there, until my body does a backflip, until my whole body shakes, until the skin peels off, until i’m paralyzed for the rest of my life, until all my holes are filled, until i can’t breathe, until it gets longer than before, until he can’t stand anymore, until i die, until his testicles don’t cum anymore, until my mouth can't eat, until i remember the length of it, until the end of time, until it reaches my stomach, until he’s grunting and growling, until the whole world hears. i’m gonna get him pregnant ten times, over breeding him all day and all night, no protection just me and him all over the house on the floor, on the couch, on the bed, in the shower, on the rooftops, even god couldn’t pull me out of him.

ଓ — SUNKISSED CHEEKS.

a domestic lovey-dovey morning with sunoo becomes a family reality show as you two take care of riki.

pairing: k.sn x gn¡reader ⸝⸝ special participation: nishimura riki ⁠⸝⁠⸝ wc: 1.0k ⸝⁠⸝ genre: fluff.

When morning came, the sun was visible through your window's curtains, casting a trail of light that reflected off your lover's face.

Sunoo inevitably woke up to the hot flame on his face, opening his eyes slowly, but quickly feeling energized by the daylight. He turned to gaze at your side and grinned as if it made him the happiest boy in the world to watch you resting well. To better admire you, he moved your hair out of the way with his fingers as he trailed them across your face. His passionate glance could convey more than words, but he felt compelled to express himself better.

“I love you so much, y/n,” he murmured to himself, since you couldn't hear it.

But as the time passed, he realized it was time to get you up even though he didn't want to disrupt your sound sleep. He then came up to your body and gave you a gentle hug as he kissed your cheeks.

He whispered in your ear, “Good morning, beautiful,” and you instantly melted.

You were stretching, making a mess of the sheets, and clearly not in good shape, but he would still be sweet.

Sunoo glanced at you and said, "You are so pretty."

And he was utterly taken aback when you said, “Nobody is pretty when they wake up in the morning.”

You rolled your eyes as he replied dramatically, “No way, you are.”

Then you said, “If you think so...”, and as Sunoo leaned in for a kiss, a knock on the door broke up the moment.

“Are you guys busy? Please don't say you're busy...” a boy's voice could be heard through the door.

“You can come in, Riki,” Sunoo gave him permission, very annoyed.

The boy's expression upon entering the room could indicate something was wrong.

Sunoo and you used to hang out a lot, thus Riki always ended up staying with you. Whether you two were at home or out, Riki was always there. So it wasn't odd that the boy was at your place watching television and sleeping on your couch. For him things were perfect like that.

Riki wasn't someone you didn't trust, but the fact that he showed up in your room and stood in front of you with his hands clasped wasn't a good sign. Consequently, you were immediately suspicious of that.

“What did you do?” you and Sunoo asked in unison.

“I might have started a fire,” he admitted and you and Sunoo stood up in shock.

“No! Wait, the fire is out and everything is under control” you relaxed after hearing his explanation.

Riki followed you as you went to check your kitchen because you were still concerned about the fire. Fortunately, there were no signs of fire there, but when you turned around, Riki was staring at you with a puppy-dog expression, as if he were going to ask you something.

“Can you prepare my breakfast...?” he requested and you giggled at how adorable he was.

Sunoo made avocado toast as you chopped the strawberries. Riki seemed to be daydreaming as he watched you prepare his food. He frequently daydreamed, it was a habit of him, which piqued Sunoo's interest in whatever was going through the boy's head.

“Riki, what are you being so thoughtful about?” Sunoo enquired.

“There are times when I feel like I'm on a family reality show when I'm with you,” he said.

Riki's point of view was ambitious but he was right to assume that given the situation. You and Sunoo looked at each other, sharing the same thought, almost like you were communicating telepathically.

“And then, in this case, would you be our son?” you asked and Riki answered dramatically.

“No! No way! not in that way.” You and Sunoo laughed at him as he continued to excuse himself.

You made the decision to take a stroll along the lake near your house as soon as breakfast was finished. As you sprinted among the flowers, the blazing sun glistened on your faces.

You were jogging when Sunoo abruptly grabbed your arm and kissed your lips. It was unexpected, therefore you were taken aback, but you gave him a hug after a brief moment.

He was at ease with you and didn't want to let go any longer. You attempted to flee, but he resisted, gripping you tightly until you both fell to the ground.

When Sunoo noticed the clear sky, he said, “Woah... I enjoy this view.”

You turned to face him and remarked, “I like this view too.”

“Stop it!” He avoided making eye contact by turning your face away.

Falling in love seemed like a good idea in that summer. You continued to study Sunoo's face in an effort to permanently retain all of his features in your memory. These graphics would be really helpful if you were actually in a TV show. You would undoubtedly watch the show every Saturday just to see the boy's face.

You sat looking out at the horizon when you noticed the far away image of Riki tossing stones into the lake.

You murmured, “Perhaps he needs some attention.”

“No, he doesn't.” Sunoo said in response.

“Let's go there!” You convinced him as he always do whatever you wants anyway.

You approached Riki, drawn to his playfulness, unaware that you were risking your lives. Sunoo innocently put his hand on the water as Riki continued to toss stones when he suddenly had an evil idea. The boy was smirking at you, but you were too distracted to notice. Riki approached slowly behind your back, as if he only had nice intentions, but when you turned to face him, it was already too late.

Riki shoved you into the lake with one blow, but to his dismay, you ended up pulling Sunoo, who ended up pulling him, and in an instant, everyone was submerged and fully wet.

“Riki, you are crazy!” you said reluctantly while Sunoo dramatically pretended to cry.

“I no longer want to be on this show.” Sunoo stated.

Riki emerged from the water swiftly and simply remarked, “I'm sorry,” wearing a smile “It seems too romantic right now. I'd best go away from here, right?” and escaped.

While Sunoo and you both desired to die.

© badmuni 2022

# masterlist

texts with idol bf jake !

warning: inappropriate jokes lmao

here’s the jake ver !! btw reader isn’t in any specific (already existing) group 😄 just imagine that you’re in jyp + have a member called heejin + were on gp999

heeseung ver.

taglist: @ja4hyvn

requested by @anuisamazing

NYC ⸺ sjy

❔ spiderman pays you a visit 〡 spiderman!jake x fmr warnings! lil implications of skinship, swearing ( LIBRARY )

‘are you upset?’

‘no, of course not. do i look upset?’ you asked, teeth grit, while you aggressively flipped through the pages of your book, hardly bothered to spare a glance towards his direction.

‘i don't know. pretty, can you look at me?’ jake pleaded, and you closed the textbook shut, eyes flitting towards the window. he was always there, in his red and blue, web-themed suit. you’d, eventually, grown a habit of leaving it open, just for him. 

‘don’t call me that.’

‘i knew you were mad. i promise, i'm not hurt,’ he said, his hand reaching to pull the mask off his face. you instantly jumped off your bed, scrambling over to him, to drag him inside your room. you slammed the shutters down, before turning to face him. 

‘are you fucking stupid? i’ve told you a million times! don’t pull it off, even if you’re just out my window,’ you snapped. it was evident you were irritable.  

‘sorry,’ he muttered, while he flung the cloth away. 

‘don’t throw your shit around my room,’ you grumbled, while he bent over to pick up the mask off your floor, quietly mouthing a “sorry”, yet again. 

you looked him up and down, your eyes scanning every inch of his body. he had a bloodied lip, and a couple of scrapes and cuts. not too much, you thought, while pulling out the first-aid box you’d kept for him. 

‘sit,’ you instructed, and so he did. he knew exactly where to sit; he’d been in this room at least a million times, for this very reason.  

‘i’m sorry,’ he started, causing you to furrow your brows. 

‘i really am. i didn’t mean to stand you up, something was happening down at oscorp, and you know jay works there, so i-’

‘wait. you think i’m upset because you stood me up?’ you cut him off, with a tilt of your head. 

‘yeah? i know you’d got us reservations, and i’m so sorry. i know it meant a lot to you, so i’ll make it up to you,’ he swore, a hint of confusion seeping into his eyes. 

‘jake, i’m not upset about that. i know you have a duty to fulfill,’ you murmured, hand reaching to push back the sweaty strands of hair falling over his forehead, ‘it’s just, i’m always so worried. i know i’m being silly, but i’m scared for you. i don’t know what’s happening to you, or what you’re doing. is it so hard to tell me where you are?’ you asked, your voice slightly quivering. 

‘no, i don’t like calling you. what if someone traces your number through my call records? i don’t want your safety to be compromised, but i guess that doesn't make sense, yeah? i mean, you’re always exposed to danger, because you’re close to me,’ he finished, with an awkward chuckle. 

‘i chose to be with you, even though i knew about you being spiderman. it was my choice, so quit acting like a hero; like you’re responsible for me, all the damn time. i’m my own human,’ you spat, grabbing him by his cheeks, looking into his eyes.

a part of you knew, he could’ve stopped your hand if he wanted to, but he didn’t. he was trying to understand you, though it was hard for him. god, if only he knew how much you loved him. 

‘okay,’ he said, slowly. 

‘okay,’ you nodded, letting go of him, and you both maintained a comfortable silence, while you patched up his cuts. 

‘what about my kiss?’ he complained, after a pause. it was (another) habit you had, kissing him after you were done helping him out.  

‘you’ll get it. be patient, spider-boy.’  

and, patient he was. sim jaeyun returned home as a happy man, with pink-colored smudges imprinted on his cheeks.