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damn, I'm so lonely...

in rose-tinted dreams.

엔하이픈 ・ female reader + word count 400 genre fluff established relationship warnings not proof-read kissing skinship petnames — more

a/n. i’m still so sleepy ㅠㅠ

heeseung

would be so comfortable to cuddle; you’d be laying your head on his shoulder, an arm of yours lazily wrapped around his torso. he’d softly hum the melodies of familiar songs, absentmindedly drawing circles and patterns on your bare arm; “goodnight, love”, he’d whisper, holding you close to his body.

jongseong

would notice your gradual sleepiness, pointing out how it’s the third time you’ve slurred on your words, yawning mid-sentence; wordlessly cards his fingers through your hair, lulling you to sleep; would try to turn the lamp on the nightstand off as carefully as possible, not wanting to rouse you from your slumber. “night, babe”, he’d mumble, wrapping his arms around your waist.

jaeyun

would have a pretty delayed reaction to your tiredness; mid-way through his little ramble, he would’ve felt the weight of your head against his shoulder, eyes blinking down to gaze at your serene expression; plants a firm kiss to your forehead, softly giggling when you lightly stir in your sleep, scrunching your nose a little as you shift in your spot; “you’re so cute”, he’d mumble under his breath, breaking into a small smile at the sight.

sunghoon

would be the best cuddle buddy ever; engulfs you in a soft hug, pressing little kisses on your neck, or chin, from time to time, breath lightly fanning against your skin; gently plays with your hair, caressing the soft strands; “getting sleepy, aren’t we?” he’d ask, biting back a little chuckle at the way you snooze against his chest.

seonwoo

would absentmindedly play with your fingers, his own lightly stroking against the back of your palm; would speak in such a soft, tranquil manner, voice barely above a whisper; “baby, you can barely keep your eyes open...”, he’d point out, giggling a little when you lightly shake your head in stubborn resistance, yawning ever so quietly.

jungwon

would melt the moment he catches sight of you all bundled up in his blankets— when you’re curled up under the covers, eyes peeking out from the edges of the fluffy duvet, he can’t quite hold back a small, adoration-laced laugh; “you’re adorable”, he’d mumble, tugging you closer to his chest, his head buried in the crook of your neck.

riki

would cling onto you like a koala, limbs sprawled out over your own, his head resting against your shoulder; absentmindedly plays with your hair, lightly twirling the strands around his finger; “this is like the fifth time you’ve yawned in two minutes”, he’d say, a low giggle falling from his lips; would sneak photos of you, finding the way you’ve dozed peacefully in his arms, bundled up in heaps of blankets, adorable.

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rainstorm

something about heeseung and rain.

“will you be okay?”

you nodded as your heart clenched in disagreement.

four months gone and you’re still waiting for him to come back. because as promise, he’ll come running to you the first rain fall of september the same year.

you had to endure alone dancing under the clouds everytime. you could get sick for all you care, you are gonna wait for him.

“maybe... it isn’t meant to be?” you fell right before your knees on the ground of the bridge where you were waiting for him to show up.

the rain turned into drizzle as two pair of shoes stood before you.

“i’m really sorry for making you wait, love,” the same voice of a familiar man made your heart stop.

“but i’m here to prove to you that... it is meant to be. you... are meant for me.” heeseung kneeled down to meet your expectant eyes.

“and i’m fully yours.” you met his longing gaze.

drizzling rain became heavy again as your lips collide with his. thunders and lightnings are roaring with happiness for you at the very moment, you were lost.

even with raindrops covering your two, he still can recognize and differentiate your tears from them.

“what took you so long?” with trembling and swollen lips, you asked him.

nonstop, your tears fell as heavy as the rainstorm.

“i love you...” is everything he can say.

ah i’m so sad :( random thoughts keep appearing, everything i wrote like this is impromptu 🥺 and most importantly, heeseung’s cover of off my face isn’t available on spotify. cry with me pls (for consolation, listen to still with you as this song reminds me so much of rain).

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ʬʬ. ! LAST FRIDAY NIGHT ﹙ THINK WE KISSED ﹚

𝒏o𝓉ℯs. park jongseong with fem!reader 𖥔 ݁ enemies but secretly in love and oblivious, fluff. LIB? word count `3377 warnings. lots of cursing! unedited.

JAY VER: mutual hate f2e JAKE VER. SUNGHOON VER.

"what the fuck, piggy!" you feel jay's feet against the side of the waist before his voice reaches your ears. kicked out of bed and rolled onto the floor, that's how your mornings with jay start.

"what the hell is this!" he shouts again and when you turn to look at him you find yourself questioning the same,"what the hell is that!" a litter of pretty lipstick marks all over him, collarbones to neck to jaw to face. and keyword: lips.

"you tell me! what the hell does it look like?" if it were some other time you'd have laughed your ass off at the horrified look on his face, but the very familiar shade of color on him, the one you always wear because you're quite literally obsessed with it has you horrified as well at the realization. there's no way you did that, with park jay? no no no.

"don't tell me we-"

"i have my boxers on and you're still in that ugly fucking dress so no we did not," his words are like a shower of relief to you. however to jay, it is also something else. sure he is glad you did not do anything but that dress you have on? it's not ugly, it is everything but ugly. you look so pretty in it, like a doll and he thinks it's probably the reason why he let you kiss him all up.

"you better have something to say because i don't understand how this happened," his hands rub over the marks he can see while you sit on the floor trying to remember last night. you went to a college party, and you met jay there, and having the same group of mutual friends you remember playing drinking games. a shot of tequila when you refused to kiss jay for a dare and that's where your memory fails you.

"i don't remember," you say simply, watching jay get of bed and into the bathroom.

"i don't either so let's just call it truce and forget,"

sighing in resignation, you take a look around the room, going over to the mirror to scan yourself. there under the shadow of your ear you spot something purple, a touch and it hurt. pushing your hair out of the way, you take a closer look at it. pupils dilating upon the realization that it's a hickey. with a mortified look in your eyes, you pull down at the collar of your dress to find more. a litter of it mirroring jay's kiss marks. and when you shift on your legs to inspect the other side of your neck, you feel a sting on the skin of your thighs. no way no way please no. you pray as you lift the skirt of your dress, but it's all in vain for you find bruises on the plush of your thighs, in the shapes of handprints, one on each.

you scream. you scream scream and jay is rushing out with a towel hanging low on his waist,"what! what happened!"

there's no time to feel the heat in your cheeks at sight of his naked figure, you are too traumatized by the possibilities of the events that could have happened between you two to even acknowledge the pounding of your heart on noticing the droplets of water cascading down the valley of his chest.

you show him what you had to see and in comes a scream from him.

"oh my god, fuck off before we find more things!"

"missy piggy is all dressed up," he looked you up once, coming to a halt just a step away from where you sat at the kitchen counter turned bar. he couldn't deny you looked good though, he almost lost his breath when he spotted you across the room. there were some loopholes in this weird relationship you had and he couldn't seem to accept it. he found you attractive and he was disgusted with himself for that. out of all the fishes in the sea it just had to be you. his little weakness, the pretty dress.

you wave your hand at his face,"whatever," jay doesn't like the way you just dismiss him, closing in on you blocking your view of whichever guy you were eyeing. whichever guy was hot enough to have your attention away from him.

"you wanna play some games?" his hand goes over to circle the top of your cup, noticing the orange juice in there.

"what game?"

"truth and dare, all our friends are gathering there to play," he wasn't interested to join earlier, but watching you fixated on some guys is itching him to take you away and get your ass busy.

hours later and he's in a circle, all drunk sitting right across you. 'kiss kiss kiss!" the chants go around with the bottle stopped right between your two. if he'd been sober, he would've left the second someone proposed for a kiss but with his mind all hazy right now, all he can think about is how your lips would feel on his. if the pretty shade on them would taste as sweet as they look.

to say he was disappointed when you chose to drink it out would be an understatement. jay felt no more purpose in the game, leaving as soon as you excused yourself. with your wobbly steps you sway your way to the dance floor, almost falling over yourself before jay has his hands around you, keeping you afloat.

"watch your step, pretty," he whispers into your ear.

"pretty? what happened to piggy?" there is a slight flinch in you when you whisper back, growing conscious of the proximity.

"piggies can be pretty sometimes," his hands move lower to your hips, gripping lightly as the music changes to one of sensual hues. body moving together to the sultry notes.

"we're dancing," turning to face the rather drunk boy, you trace a finger over the exposed skin of his chest. jay's sure you can feel the fast thumping of his heart under your pretty little soft tips but honestly he couldn't care less right now. the alcohol in his brain messing with his feelings. a mushy daze of everything he's ever felt for you, from middle school to college.

"together," you breathe out staring at the plump of his lips and jay feels this weird sparkling thing where his stomach twists and turns but in a good way,"apparently," all these people around, so many attractive faces he could have latched onto yet he can't imagine himself swaying away with anyone else, it just feels wrong for some reason.

"and we hate each other," the reminder is like a fresh breeze across his fuzzy mind, no matter where he looks he can't seem to feel the hatred right now,"mhm," jay reaches out with a delicate touch, watching your dazed eyes in a trance as you scan him, muzzling into his hand when he tucks a stray strand of your hair behind your ear in a faint caress. after that it's a silence between you two, not the one where you usually think of ripping each other's hair off but perhaps one where you're thinking to eating each other's face off. at least that's all jay can think about.

you were drunk and he should have seen it coming. at some point you leave him hanging in the middle of the floor only for him to find you amidst a crowd of screams, letting it all loose on an elevated platform with a pole, right towards the front. twerking your ass off and instead of being embarrassed out of his wits jay rather feels this warm fluffy feeling. a conjured up image of a sober him driving to bars and clubs to pick up a drunk you as you shout 'baby' while running into his arms.

no what the fuck, what am i thinking. he is baffled at his own imagination. enemies to lovers trope is so not his thing. it should never be his thing. right?

"come on you need some fresh air," spotting a few guys eyeing you in the wrong way, jay is quite literally picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder before walking out the house into the backyard.

"i was having so much fun there! why did you bring me out here!" you shout, still feeling the loud music ringing in your ears.

"you were having too much fun, you needed to touch some grass," he tries shushing you, flicking lightly at your forehead.

you ignore him, too tired and used to, to bicker back,"there's a pool here?" the excitement in your voice makes him laugh, y'all have probably been sitting here for five minutes, and you've only noticed the big ass pool now. but well, with the amount of alcohol you both have in your system right now it's a miracle you're still conscious and otherwise a little sane.

"why, you wanna skinny dip?" he knows that's exactly what you would want to do, if you could. he hasn't known you for ten years for just nothing. all those fights and bickerings and make ups, he's sure he knows you more than your friends and more than you know yourself. and he's always followed you whenever you weren't following him. doing everything you did just to get a chance at annoying you.

"can we go in there?" no.

tonight he'd like to stay dry and cozy.

"it's cold, i ain't doing this," he reprimands, squinting his eyes in the distance, a look away from you to tell you he's not having it.

however it's not like you listen anyway, at least not to him.

it's like second nature at this point, running after you. be it to get on your nerves or to secretly protect you,"piggy!" he snaps up at once at the sound of you skipping down the patio. albeit almost slipping and cracking your head open on the way. jay doesn't know if he should be worried more about ending up in the hospital or getting in there with you all wet and close.

he's been in the pool with girls before but he's not been in the pool with you since you were like eleven and friends and not hit by puberty yet, in your ugly loose swim shirts and pants, hair all over in a mess with no idea about romance.

"slow down will you, i can't be bothered to drive you to medics if you break a leg or something," he whines, feeling the water soaking up the clothes against his skin as he carefully walks down the stairs leading into the pool. two steps behind with his hand reaching out to steady you incase you decide to slip again.

"try to catch me!" you yell, putting in all efforts to move as far from him as you could.

"do i look like i need to try?" his hands loop around your wrists in a moment, pulling you against his chest is a low splash. arms going around the waist as he locks eyes with yours. the palm of your hands find refuge on his chest playing with the undone buttons when the hard pounding of his heart reverberates against your skin. you're nervous, he's nervous.

"why do you hate me?" he asks.

"because you do," you answer and jay's confused. what?

"why do you hate me?" you ask him. and as expected,"because you do,"

realizing it's all a big misunderstanding, jay can't help but feel his heart race faster if that is even possible,"i don't really hate you," the pout on your lips falters his gaze, looking down to avoid his breath stopping right there and then. "neither do i," a low whisper, softly adjusting the fallen strap of your dress. he scans you over once, his little weakness, the pretty dress. no, it's you, you always know what to wear have him weak in the knees.

"your lipstick is pretty-" you look so damn pretty he wants to say, brown orbs lingering on the shine radiating off your lips.

you're both drunk, and it's probably the only time he'll be able to say it. i can do it! jay swears.

however before he can even utter a syllable, the slippery gloss of your cherry lipstick slide against his lips. feeling the plush of your lips pressing onto his own, like a step into heaven. eyes open and motionless, taking a hard time to let it sink in while you're there moving your lips, catching his bottom lip between in a gentle bite.

"pi- piggy-" when you pull away for a split second only to jump onto him, his hands immediately grabbing the back of your thighs resting them around him, trembling at the tension he feels to dive right back in to a kiss.

"shut up," you begin leaving a trail of marks starting at his neck—

that's where you scream, pulling jay out of the flashbacks. he sits on his bed, tracing his lips in a trance after you've left. he had no idea how to face you after remembering all that while you still seemed to have no clue. how he knows your lipstick tastes sweet and bitter and how you don't know that he knows that.

he takes out his phone, a faint memory of a picture. searching through his gallery is not even necessary, on the top in a grand glory he finds the photo of you perched on his lap on his bed, head tucked into his neck where one can definitely catch glimpse of your fluttering kisses.

he can't seem to recall about the hickeys on your neck, and how you got to his room. but he's sure he will in a few days. hoping you'd too until then.

for now he'll post this. there's nothing better than getting under your skin. figuratively and literally.

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WHY ARE Y'ALL MAKING ME UGLY SOB EVERYTIME IT'S 2AM

I NEED YOU — LHS (이희승) ☆

SYNOPSIS ▸ you locked yourself in the bathroom when things became overwhelming. nothing could have prepared heeseung for what he saw when he finally managed to break down the door.

GENRE ▸ oneshot, heavy angst, fluff (if u squint really hard)

PAIRING ▸ lee heeseung x fem!reader

WARNINGS ▸ self-doubt, drug overdose (vaguely written & only on hee's pov), brief panic attack, profanity, jungwon of enhypen as heeseung's younger brother, open(?) but happy ending.

WORD COUNT ▸ 3,259 words

PLAYLIST ▸ i need u by enhypen, hold on by chord overstreet, like i need u by keshi, drowning by the lonely tree, shootout by izzamuzzic & julien marchal, i love you by billie eilish. (☆)

AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ user wvnkoi comeback !! is it obvious that i'm not too sure with this fic 😭 i Am new to angst so umm it was really rushed and ya .. ❤️ anyways, i hope u guys enjoy <3 gfx creds to @yeokii love u stink

ONE.

"I can't do more better in helping if you don't tell me what's wrong, Y/N," Heeseung said softly, concerned eyes staring right into your troubled ones.

He had his arms open wide as he slowly inched towards your trembling form, making sure to not get too close, too fast. He didn't want to overwhelm you by invading your personal space, nor did he want to add to your stress by crowding you.

Heeseung knew that he needed to be gentle and patient, giving you enough space to breathe, while also showing you that you could come to him for comfort whenever you needed, and whenever you were ready.

"That's the thing, Hee. I don't know what's wrong," you began with a shaky intake of breath. "I just feel this pit in my stomach, and sometimes it becomes so overwhelming in my head—about everything. About what I'm even doing with my life, if I'm doing enough, if I am enough. I'm overthinking everything, and I just feel so lost and angry for not knowing what's wrong with me. And I—I’m just so tired," you admitted, tears slipping down your cheeks as you ran your palm over your face in frustration.

To see your agitated state, to hear the hurt and frustration in your voice, along with your heavy words, broke Heeseung's heart to pieces.

You didn't need to elaborate on what you meant by 'being tired' because he understood—physically, emotionally, but especially mentally.

Heeseung's frown only deepened as you continued.

"And you can't do better, Heeseung, you don't need to. You've already done so much for me. You've put up with my shit for far too long. I've already put you through so much," you trailed off at the end of your sentence, bottom lip quivering as you stared at him with utter guilt.

The anguish evident on his face pained you deeply. All you desired was to witness his happiness, as that is what he genuinely deserved. However, it appeared that you were no longer providing him with that. You weren't providing him with enough joy, only nights spent with his worry and stress revolving around you.

"I feel like I'm a heavy burden not just to my family, but also to those around me, particularly you."

Heeseung shook his head frantically as he took a few steps forward.

"No, don't say that," he whispered.

Once he reached a safe distance, he gently took your hand in his, his touch soft and comforting.

You let him hold you, your eyes trained on the way your fingers intertwined but never looking up. You couldn't bear to hold his gaze, especially with the obvious sadness swimming in them.

"Angel, look at me," Heeseung coaxed, giving your hands a tender squeeze. 

With a deep intake of breath, you willed yourself to meet his eyes again.

Those brown orbs brought you so much happiness, and to see them filled with everything but, to know that you're the sole reason why they're not coated with that lovely glow, only made you feel guiltier.

"You know that's not true, Y/N," he said firmly, but you only shook your head at him with a soft whimper, his voice unable to break through the loud screams that filled your mind.

"Angel, you are not a burden to me. I'll always be here for you no matter what, remember? Didn't I promise you that, love?" Heeseung tried, both hands going to cup your face as he gently wiped your tears away with his thumb. 

"When I said I wanted to be here for you, with all the joy and the chaos, all the demons we're made of, I meant that with every beat of my heart, Y/N."

"But you deserve so much better, Hee," you croaked, nimble fingers wrapping around his wrists, leaning into his warm touch with your bottom lip jutted out as fresh tears dampened your cheeks once more.

"No, I don't," Heeseung objected.

"You're all I want, all I ever need. Please believe that, believe me, Y/N," he whispered, his forehead pressed up against yours as his eyes held nothing but truth.

Still, it wasn't enough to help subside the roaring demons in your mind.

Not because Heeseung didn't hold any importance or his words any power—no, he's everything to you. But tonight, they just happened to be a lot stronger, the loud and guttural voices. They were blocking anything that was trying to get through to you, blocking the only thing that always seemed to easily get through to you, which was Heeseung.

"I just—I need time to think. I need to be alone Hee, I’m sorry," you muttered under your breath.

Although reluctant, Heeseung nodded, figuring that if that was what you wanted, then he would give it to you.

"Okay," he sighed, placing a tender kiss on your forehead. 

The warmth of his lips on your skin made you close your eyes with a shaky breath. It was a sweet, rather mundane kiss, but it was one that lasted a few seconds longer than normal before he let you go. 

Heeseung's grip around you slowly loosened, your heart growing heavier as you felt his touch gradually disappear.

You quickly turned on your heel with your head down, arms wrapped around your body to stop yourself from crumbling to the floor.

Heeseung hesitantly stood still in his place, a certain feeling in his gut growing as he watched you walk towards the bathroom. 

As you were about to shut the door, his voice stopped you.

"Y/N?" he called out.

You turned around with a hum, meeting those brown orbs you've grown to adore with every inch of you. So many emotions were swimming in them, but only one struck you the most, even more so when he opened those lips to let it out into the air, loud, clear, and sincere.

"I love you."

You gave him a small smile, trying your best to suppress your sobs as more tears ran down your cheek. And softly, you said,

"I love you too, Hee, so much."

There was something about the way your voice trembled that made Heeseung feel even more uneasy, but he decided to let it go, thinking that it was just him stressing over nothing at all.

The bathroom door slamming shut was what he heard next, a frustrated hand running through his hair as he stared at the white-painted wood for a whole minute. With a sharp exhale of breath, Heeseung looked at it for a few seconds more.

Once he heard the running water in the sink, he made his way out of your shared bedroom, his body slumped with a deep frown still intact. His demeanor was quick to catch the attention of his brother, who was sitting on the living room couch, the only other person in the house at the moment.

"Is she okay?"

Heeseung could only flash his brother a sad, forced smile, not speaking any words as he went straight to the kitchen to get you some water and a bit of food.

You hadn't eaten anything yet, and it was worrying him even more.

It wasn't long until Heeseung was back in the bedroom, setting the glass of water and the plate of your favorite sandwich on the nightstand.

The silence that filled the room was uncanny, nervousness slowly coating Heeseung as he stood completely still. His eyes landed on the closed door of the bathroom, a lump forming in his throat as he found the negative thoughts that grew in his mind harder to ignore.

He took long strides towards the door, pressing an ear against the surface as he tried to listen for something, hoping to hear anything.

Heeseung felt his heart quicken its pace as the silence screamed in his ear, his brain quick to jump to horrible, dreadful conclusions.

“Angel? Are you okay in there?" he called out, fingers twitching as his eyes landed on the metal knob.

No response...

"Angel?" Heeseung tried again, his voice even louder, fear growing stronger as he grabbed the doorknob, chills running down his spine once the cold surface touched his skin.

Silence...

"Y/N, if you're not going to answer, I'm kicking this door down," Heeseung growled frantically, his grip on the doorknob tightening as he tried to shake it open.

Nothing...

With an anxious breath, Heeseung walked away until he reached a safe distance, lifting a leg up, and with all his might, kicked the door just by the keyhole, wood snapping in place as it swung open.

Heeseung rushed inside but immediately froze, his blood draining from his whole body at the sight of you, his heart coming to a halt for a full second as he shook his head in utter fear.

"No, no, no," he rushed, scrambling towards your limp, unconscious form on the white-tiled floor. The bottle of painkillers lay right beside you, so close to empty.

Heeseung was breathing rapidly as he pulled you onto his lap, his vision turning blurry as he cleared the hair away from your face.

"Y/N! Wake up, angel, p-please wake up," Heeseung stammered, his fingers shaking as he brought them up to your neck, urgently feeling for your heartbeat.

Cold sweats coated his entire body once he felt a faint one. 

It was there, but barely.

"No, don't—p-please don't leave me!" he cried out, his head pounding as he shifted in his place, adrenaline at an all-time high as he hoisted you up in his arms. 

"Jungwon! Jungwon, please!" Heeseung screamed after his brother as he rushed outside the bathroom and into the hallway, Jungwon rushing towards his brother's voice with sheer worry.

"What's—"

"Start the car! Her breathing is getting slower," Heeseung choked on his words.

The younger didn't waste any time as he bolted towards the kitchen island to grab the keys and went straight to the front door, holding it open until Heeseung was out with you, alarmingly unmoving in his hold.

Once the car door was slammed shut with you and Heeseung in the backseat, Jungwon veered right out of the driveway and drove fast, as if your life depended on it—because it did.

Heeseung kept you close to his heaving chest, mumbling sweet but desperate nothings against your hair, silently praying as he tried his best to contain his shock.

The slower your heart beat, the faster Heeseung's heart raced, your body cold to the touch, his head spinning with dread. Heeseung felt so helpless just staring at your expressionless features, his clammy palms resting on your cheek as he kept talking to you.

"Hold on, I still need you, angel, please hold on," he whispered over and over, hoping that you were able to hear him, hoping that the sound of his voice would stop you from fading into the light.

He was relieved that the drive to the hospital was only five minutes away, but with you lying still, growing colder by the second in his arms, time seemed to slow down, agonizingly slow. There was no doubt that it was the longest, most painful five minutes Heeseung had ever endured in his life.

TWO.

The bright hospital lights blinded Heeseung the moment he rushed inside with you in his arms, his voice hoarse as he screamed for help until the nurses came to your aid. They swiftly took you away on a table, your whole body lying motionless as they checked for your pulse.

Heeseung didn't want to let you go, he didn't want to let you out of his sight in fear that it would be the last time he'd see you with a bit of life left. But despite his protests, he was met by double doors slamming closed in his face.

Both of Heeseung's hands tugged at his hair in pure agitation, his bottom lip caught between his teeth in an attempt to suppress his sobs.

He paced anxiously, his eyes fixed on the door of the room where you disappeared, his lungs struggling to provide oxygen, unable to keep up with his raging heart.

He felt a hand grab his shoulder, unable to see the person as they immediately pulled him into a tight hug. But he didn't need to; he knew who it was. He recognized his brother's embrace by its familiarity.

Heeseung's whole body shook in Jungwon's hold as loud and broken sobs came out of him, his arms wrapping around his brother for mere support, knowing that his legs were about to give out any second.

"I don't want to lose her, I can't lose her, Jungwon, I—" Heeseung felt his throat start to close up, his grip around his younger brother turning vice-like as he gasped for air.

"Hey, hey Heeseung, breathe," Jungwon rushed, grabbing Heeseung's shoulders, pulling him away and holding him at arm's length. "You're alright, just breathe."

Heeseung shut his eyes tight and tried to regain his breathing, calming himself as best as he could. 

A whimper came out of him as he shook his head slowly, opening his eyes to meet Jungwon’s with nothing but utmost fear and pain swimming in them.

"I can't imagine a world without her, I can't—"

"Then don't. You're not losing her, Heeseung. She's going to be fine. She's a very strong girl. You, out of all people, know that," Jungwon reassured, giving his shoulder a squeeze for good measure.

"Fuck, this is all my fault. I shouldn't have left her alone. I knew something wasn't right before she even—I should've tried harder," Heeseung sobbed as he ran his shaking fingers through his hair, his bottom lip quivering as he cast his eyes on the floor in shame.

"Heeseung, you did the best that you could. No one could've seen this coming. Y/N wouldn't want you blaming yourself. You know it hurts her when you blame yourself," Jungwon said softly, rubbing his back comfortingly as he shot him a knowing look.

Heeseung rubbed the nape of his neck as he nodded, his breaths deep and strangled. He pressed his lips into a tight line, refraining from saying another word because Jungwon was right. He knew that you always became even more upset when you saw him blaming himself for something out of his control.

"You just sit here and wait, alright? I'll go get you some water."

He only shot Jungwon a small but thankful smile, the younger lad giving him one last hug before he disappeared down the opposite side of the hallway.

Heeseung cleared his mind and thought of nothing but you being safe.

You are going to be safe, alive, and well, because he wouldn't know what to do with himself if you weren't.

THREE.

It was an hour and a half later until the doctor came out.

Heeseung scrambled to his feet as the doctor began to speak, his nails digging into his palms, creating crescent shapes on the skin as he held his breath, dreadfully waiting for her to deliver the news.

"We've managed to pump all the drugs out of her system. She's stable now but still unconscious," the doctor said.

Heeseung let out a big puff of breath, his whole body relaxing as he felt the weight of the universe lift off his shoulders. He grabbed onto Jungwon for support once he almost lost his balance, just feeling relieved to hear that you were fine, still breathing.

"Is she going to be okay?" Jungwon asked when Heeseung couldn't seem to form any words, the older brother squeezing his shoulder as a way to silently say thank you.

The doctor nodded with a small smile. 

"We still need to keep a close eye on her until she makes a full recovery. There are still a few dangers that can occur, given that she's consumed quite a handful," the doctor cautioned.

Heeseung stood straighter, clearing his throat. "Can I see her?"

"Right this way."

FOUR.

The sound of the soft beeps from the heart rate monitor oddly felt comforting to Heeseung as he entered the room. It was a mixture of relief and hurt the moment his eyes landed on your sleeping form, hooked up to all these wires and tubes as you lay peacefully on the white bed.

He would've just stood still in his place, just staring with a deep frown if Jungwon hadn't given him an encouraging tap on the back. Heeseung flashed him a small smile before Jungwon closed the door, giving Heeseung some time alone with you for as long as he needed.

Slowly, he made his way over to your side, pulling up a chair beside the bed and letting out a shaky breath once he sat down.

It was when he reached over to hold your hand that Heeseung started to bawl his eyes out, his body shaking with full-on sobs as he lifted your nimble fingers and pressed them against his damp, flushed cheek.

"You're okay. You're going to be okay, love," he whimpered, unsure if he was saying those words to reassure you or himself. He turned his head to place a warm, tender kiss on your palm before cupping your hand with both of his, his thumb sweetly stroking the back of it.

"It may sound selfish, but you know I can't just let you go. I'm not that strong. Not as strong as you," Heeseung paused, giving your hand a squeeze, patiently waiting for you to return it.

"So, come on, angel, please come back to me," Heeseung begged, a choked sob following after as his teardrops soaked the white sheets.

"I still need you. I will always need you," he continued, his voice barely above a whisper as he tried his best to keep his breathing steady.

"You're going to wake up and tell me to take you home, yeah?"

"We're going home," Heeseung breathed out with a small nod. "You're going to come back to me, and we're going home." Heeseung's voice broke at the end of his sentence, his head dropping low as he screwed his eyes shut, tears falling continuously.

Heeseung just wanted you back in his arms, safe and warm in the comfort of your shared bed. He longed to hear your hearty laugh echo in the kitchen as you made breakfast together. He wanted to hear your scolding whenever he left dirty clothes on the floor, or the little arguments about whose turn it was to load the dishwasher.

Heeseung just wanted to take you home.

Then, once you did, once you came back home, he would take your hand and make things right, help make things better. With all that he was, all that he had, with every beat of his heart, Heeseung would swear to love you all his life.

"Come home to me, Y/N. I need you."

It was then that Heeseung felt it, the light squeeze around his hand. His head shot up as he looked at you expectantly. Utter joy and relief coated every inch of his being.

The sound of your voice was music to his ears, happiness filling him to the brim once he heard your sweet, lovely voice.

"Heeseung?"

©WVNKOI | 2024.

enhypen; how they’re protective over you

ot7 x reader | fluff/comfort | how they’re protective over you | tw: implied past sexual harassment, some violence

heeseung;

heeseung is always incredibly aware of your sensitivity and emotional state

so his protectiveness mostly comes in the form of protecting your happiness and joy

if he knows that somebody who’s judgmental of you or gives you anxiety is around, he’ll immediately try to distract you

he’ll make you face him; he’ll put a finger under your chin and make a silly face or crack a stupid joke, and you’ll be so entertained (or confused) by his antics that you won’t even notice the girl who hates you just walked in the room

“what are you doing? there’s people…” you breathed as heeseung held your chin, his face far too close to yours considering the fact that you were sitting with him on the set of a photo shoot where several other people were working

in reality, as soon as heeseung noticed the makeup artist who insulted you to your face, he instantly remembered how she made you cry last week and couldn’t stand the idea of having to see you hurt again

he focused all his anger towards her into love and care for you, which definitely pissed her off; not that either of you noticed anymore.

he focused all his anger towards her into love and care for you, which definitely pissed her off; not that either of you noticed anymore.

“how do you know i’m not a robot too?” you asked.

“hmmm…” heeseung pulled your face even closer to his so that your foreheads were touching.

“heeseung!” you giggled quietly, as if you were reprimanding him for the PDA that made you shy, but the hand you brought up to his neck said otherwise.

the makeup artist who insulted you had left the area by then, hating to see you look so happy and in love, and the director of the photo shoot had just called heeseung over.

“you’re too pretty to be a robot.” he declared, as if that made absolute sense, kissing your cheek before getting up to get back to the photoshoot, “coming!” leaving you blushing in your seat.

sometimes, if he can, he’ll try resolving conflicts so that you don’t have to.

even though he knows you’re better at arguing than him or more persuasive than him.

if he knows the friend who’s not agreeing with you, he’ll offer to talk to them so you don’t have to.

even if you say no he’s probably going to act so different around that friend or vaguely mention that you were trying to do the right thing to where they would know he’s on your side anyway, always.

jay;

if you asked jay if he was protective over you, he would probably say something like, “yeah, sure.”

but if you asked anyone else who knew him, it would be an ABSOLUTELY!!!

it’s second nature to jay to physically protect you.

whether that be through standing on the outside of the sidewalk so you’re not too close to the street;

or literally feeding you food from his chopsticks when he feels like you didn’t eat enough;

it’s so natural for him to be close to you and nurture you that he doesn’t even realize what he’s doing when he gets up just to move his chair at the restaurant next to yours.

“yah! she’s not gonna run away from you!” sunghoon teases him from across the table.

you laugh and jay’s just like ? “why would she run away from me?”

“you didn’t need to move your chair so much closer to hers.” sunoo laughs too.

jay just shrugs, “she was too far. right babe?” he turns to look at you, placing his hand on your thigh under the table and caressing it, like he always does.

you smile and resist the urge to kiss him. “right, baby.”

despite the fact that he should be grateful you didn’t kiss jay on the spot, sunoo cringes at how adorable and smiley you two are, right in front of his salad. “eww…”

jake;

jake is such a loyal guardian puppy boy that he’s always being protective over you in the way he hovers.

because creeps don’t even want to think about approaching you when jake is always touching or holding you somehow, hanging onto every word you say and laughing a little too hard at your half-assed jokes.

but if you’re feeling upset or sick, and jake can’t necessarily be bright and giggly, you’ll notice the intensity of his love for you and the protectiveness that follows.

even though he knows and loves the fact that you can take care of yourself, you won’t be lifting a finger as long as he can help it.

usually you’d go visit him at the dorm late at night when he’s finally free from his schedule, waiting on the couch with whoever else was there until he appeared

but if you had just been released from surgery, jake expected you to be knocked out at home and was planning on going to visit you instead.

“ahhh!!” jake practically screamed when he saw you chilling on the couch with jungwon, as if there weren’t a 8% chance you wouldn’t have survived the surgery (you tried to tell him it was a tiny number, but that didn’t stop him from freaking out). “what are you doing here?!”

“nice to see you too,” you laughed.

“oh my-“ jake rushed over and grabbed your face, kissing your forehead quickly, “god, baby, you should be lying down.” he kept kissing all over your face, overwhelmed with how incredibly relieved and concerned he felt at the same time.

“i feel fine!” you laughed, long and slow, and jake noticed something was off. “i’m still under some anesthesia sooo…” you tried to reassure him, but it only sent him into overdrive.

in no time, jake carried you off the couch, kicked his roommate out, lay you down on his bed, fed you dinner you both didn’t even realize he was capable of making, and gave you a massage until you fell asleep.

he continued squeezing and kissing your shoulders even after you were asleep, glasses on and phone in hand as he googled the best way to take care of someone who had just gone through your surgery.

because if you weren’t going to be gentle with yourself, at least he was going to be.

and god help anyone who tried to enter the room or be louder than a single decibel…

sunghoon;

sunghoon is a free-spirited person, a free-spirited friend, and a free-spirited lover. he has always been independent and loved your independence as well

which is why it was shocking to see the way a switch flipped in him whenever he sensed you were uncomfortable, or in danger

“what is it?” sunghoon asked worriedly, as he saw you frown over your phone for what felt like the 100th time that day

“it’s just… you remember what I told you about that guy from class?”

“is he bothering you?” the stern tone he asked this with alone made you feel protected

he rubbed your back soothingly as he took your phone from your hand, scrolling through hundreds of creepy messages from the classmate who had been harassing you

when his caller id appeared, sunghoon didn’t even think twice before answering, “hello.”

“did you change your voice?” the boy stupidly asked. “i know this is your number. you can’t hide.”

hearing that pissed sunghoon off so much. he couldn’t stand knowing that someone was stalking you to where you felt fear, and like you couldn’t escape them.

sunghoon would do anything to make sure you always felt safe, which was part of why he immediately got up and stepped outside to finish the phone call, not wanting you to hear the aggression in his tone.

you would never find out what sunghoon had said to him. he didn’t want you to know— that’s just how he rolled. all you knew was that whatever he had said was so powerful that you never saw the boy ever again. anywhere. he had even dropped out of school.

“please tell me if anyone ever causes you trouble, okay?” sunghoon made you promise.

jungwon;

jungwon is someone who greatly appreciates things like manners and propriety, which is why it was almost amusing to witness him throw all respect for someone out the window the moment they hurt you.

“you’re not sitting there.” jungwon said to the man who had taken a seat on the opposite side of you in the waiting room of a music show. jungwon knew he was pushing it by saying that to someone older than him, who he worked with, but he didn’t really give a shit if he knew they were scaring you.

“excuse me?” the man asked. “who are you to tell me where to sit?”

jungwon was incredibly rarely the type to do any form of PDA, but he instinctually wrapped his arm around your shoulder and pulled you into his chest.

“who are you to be a creep towards every girl you work with?” he retorted without hesitation.

the man had no choice but to grumble and leave, knowing it wasn’t a good idea to piss off the leader of the group he was working with, but little did he know it was wayyy too late. jungwon decided right then and there that the man was done.

you were so afraid of the man that you were still shaking after he got up and left, and jungwon was surprised by the intensity of your reaction. it broke his heart and made him tear up a little as he held you. he had a feeling you didn’t feel comfortable telling him the full reason why the man scared you, but he never pushed you to tell him.

jungwon rubbed his hand up and down your arm, pressing a long kiss to your hair and whispering, “you’re okay, i’m here,” until you stopped shaking.

he did not hesitate to get that man fired with his leader card the second he had the chance to speak to the managers, to say the least.

sunoo;

sunoo can and will end a motherfucker for you.

he’s not afraid to speak his mind, but especially when it comes to you.

however, his first priority is to validate you and wipe that frown off your face.

you sat across him at a cafe explaining what your so-called friend had said about you with tears streaming down your face, and sunoo was nothing but gentle as he squeezed both your hands in his, thoroughly listening to every word you said

“i’m so sorry he said that to you. you’re amazing and he’s stupid.” sunoo’s praise of you and insults of your ex-friend made you laugh. “he wouldn’t know how to do your job even if he had five years of experience. he’s an idiot. and he looks like squidward.”

you giggled. “he does kind of look like squidward…”

sunoo reached up to wipe your tears away with his thumb, pausing a bit to stare at you. “ugh. he wishes he had even 2% of your beauty.” he was being sassy, but he meant it.

you laughed again, forgetting all about your ex-friend the more you hung out with sunoo

and if you let him, sunoo would lovee to say all those things to that guy’s face. but only if you let him. (please let him.)

niki;

niki can be compulsive when it comes to you

as opposed to sunoo, who wouldn’t say anything unless you let him, niki will be throwing hands as soon as he finds out something happened to you.

okay, maybe he won’t always literally fight someone, but he will not think twice about confronting your manager himself if he notices you’re being overworked, or telling your friends their offensive jokes aren’t fucking funny.

he’ll even tell his own friends that, and he won’t care if they’re older than him if they’re talking shit about you.

“hey, stop talking about her like that.” niki said, the second he heard some trainee friends having the audacity to objectify and complain about you in the same sentence. “that’s my girlfriend.”

“and? your girlfriend’s hot, but she’s a fucking bitch sometimes.”

they should NOT have said that.

if jay hadn’t entered the room moments later, it would have been a lot more difficult for him to lie to you about his knuckles being red from exercising with a punching bag.

you didn’t even know niki wasn’t friends with those guys anymore until you saw them on the street a couple months later.

you pointed at them openly, “hey, isn’t that—“

niki grabbed the hand you were pointing with. “don’t point at people, it’s rude.”

“but aren’t those your friends?”

“no.” as they got closer, niki glared at them and subconsciously squeezed your hand tighter.

for a moment, his jaw had set, he started seeing red again as he remembered what they said about you, and he genuinely thought about hurting them again until—

“ow, hey, you’re gonna crush my fingers!”

niki was so angry that he didn’t realize how hard he was squeezing your hand. he immediately turned to you and brought your hand up to his lips. “i’m sorry.”

you paused a bit, stunned by how unlike himself he was being “it’s… okay…”

niki pat your head, deciding then and there that he not only had to protect you from other people, but from himself, as well

I was wondering if I could make a small request? I've been thinking of making out with sunghoon. Like his lips are so perfect for kissing and biting/nibbling, and I can't help but think about straddling his lap and making out softly and then intensely and becoming so aroused from that. I don't know if you can work with that or add anything to make it better, but I need it, please. If not, I'm sorry to bother you.

warnings: suggestive, kissing obvs, slight biting

w.c: 1.1k

a/n: hope you like it babe! i hope it's what you wanted. i wrote this during my lunch break so it might be a bit messy, sorry.

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Opening your bedroom door, you see your boyfriend sprawled across the bed, his back against the headboard as he scrolls through his phone, waiting for you.

Leaning against the doorframe, you allow yourself a moment to drink in the sight before you. His eyes, half-closed in a relaxed expression, seem to hold a thousand unspoken promises. Every line of his face is softened, a striking contrast to the usual meticulous façade he presents to the world.

The dampness of his hair creates a delicate halo around his head, catching the light in such a way that makes him look both tender and enchanting. He always looked the most beautiful like this, barefaced, his natural charm shining through

You feel a warmth spreading through you, an appreciation for the rare beauty before you. And you get to call him yours.

Your gaze drifts to his lips, which look velvety smooth and inviting. The natural plump, pink pillows stand out against his skin, and you can't help but be mesmerised by their softness. The way they part slightly as he breathes, the delicate curve of his smile, all combine to create a sight that is utterly captivating.

Slowly, you push off from the doorframe and make your way towards him. His eyes meet yours, a small smile playing on his lips as he watches you approach. “I thought you drowned in there,” he jokes, locking his phone and giving you his full attention.

You climb onto the bed, crawling over to straddle his lap, feeling the warmth of his body against yours. His hands find your waist, steadying you as you settle in. You lean in closer, breathing in the clean, fresh scent of him, and feel a sense of contentment wash over you.

“I just took a really long shower today,” you sigh, tone slightly deflated.

The shift in your demeanour doesn’t go unnoticed by your boyfriend, who crunches his thick eyebrows as his expression paints a worried look. “Hey, what’s wrong? Did something happen?” he asks softly, his voice full of genuine concern. His gaze never wavers from yours, and in that moment, you feel the full depth of his care and attention.

You shake your head slightly, trying to dispel the lingering feelings of weariness. “Nothing serious, just a bit tired,” you admit, resting your forehead against his. His presence, so calming and reassuring, begins to lift the weight from your shoulders. Your hands splay over his chest as you feel his taut muscles under your fingertips.

He gently tilts your chin up with his pointer finger, his lips brushing yours in a tender kiss that seems to communicate all the love and understanding words could never fully capture.

Sunghoon’s lips are soft and inviting, their texture silky smooth against your own. As the kiss begins, it’s gentle and exploratory, each movement delicate and thoughtful. You can feel the subtle brush of his skin against yours, a light caress that sends shivers down your spine. His lips move slowly, moulding with yours like he was tailor made for you. You can taste the faint hint of mint on his breath, mingling with his own flavour.

As the kiss deepens, his lips press more firmly against yours, their warmth spreading through you like a soothing balm. His hands tighten slightly on your waist, pulling you closer, his fingertips tracing small, comforting circles on your skin. You can feel the gentle pressure of his mouth as he tilts his head, adjusting the angle to better align with yours. The sensation is electrifying, every touch a promise of more to come.

With each meld of your lips, his teeth nibble at your lips, dragging them and as he looks at you with a lust filled gaze before licking the slight wounds, giving you the perfect balance of pleasure and care.

Your own hands move up to his shoulders, fingers curling into the fabric of his t-shirt as you lose yourself in the kiss. His lips part slightly, inviting you to further the connection, and you respond eagerly. The kiss becomes more fervent, a passionate dance of tongues and lips that leaves you breathless. Each movement is infused with a sense of urgency and longing, the soft sound of your breaths mingling in the quiet room.

His hips buck up into you instinctively, making you gasp in arousal, allowing Sunghoon to explore your mouth deeper, his wet muscle marking it’s territory everywhere it can reach.

The sensation of his tongue gliding against yours is both tender and intoxicating, a blend of sweetness and pure desire. You meet his movements with equal enthusiasm, your tongues entwining in a sensual rhythm that heightens the need between you. Each caress of his tongue sends a thrill through your body, the taste of him filling your senses.

Kissing Sunghoon is like nothing you could ever put into words, it’s passionate, raw, loving, and lustful. He knows by your earlier statement that you need to just lose yourself in his touch, give your mind a rest and breathe in his adoration.

Pulling back, you catch the air back in your lungs, chest heaving against his. But Sunghoon doesn’t rest, instead he attached his swollen lips to your cheek, nose, forehead, jaw, and neck, peppering loving kisses all over you.

“I’ll kiss away the tiredness for you,” he smirks, portraying his desire, yet his eyes are soft and brimming with affection as they meet yours.

You smile, feeling the warmth of his affection with each gentle kiss. His lips linger on your skin, their touch both soothing and electrifying. Each kiss seems to chase away the remnants of weariness, replaced by a burgeoning sense of joy and contentment. The tender graze of his lips against your neck sends a delightful shiver down your spine, making your heart swell with a deep, comforting love.

As he continues his tender ministrations, you can’t help but laugh softly, the sound of relief and happiness. “You’re going to spoil me with all these kisses,” you tease, running your fingers through his damp hair.

He chuckles, his breath warm against your skin. “If that’s what it takes to see you smile, I’ll keep going,” he replies, his voice laced with sincerity and a hint of mischief.

“Then, yes, keep kissing me, please,” you pout your lips out, patiently awaiting him to envelop yours once again. The lightheartedness in your voice makes Sunghoon’s heart flutter with glee, your body a tiny bit more energised and hopeful than before.

“Anything you want, baby,” he pecks your lips in quick bursts, the sound of smooches and your heartbeats echoing the room.

A sly grin etches on your face. “Anything?” You wiggle your eyebrows and Sunghoon gets your insinuation instantly and grips your hips roughly, moving your hips against his growing erection. A moan slips past your lips as your eyes close, enjoying the feeling of his lips on your neck and bulge running effortlessly over your clit.

“I think anything is reasonable.”

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[2:02 PM] — bf!cyj x gn!reader

warnings: mentions of overthinking, mention of fear (one time), angst, comfort, mentions of food.

Yeonjun is a huge overthinker, especially when it comes to you, his only love interest. He believed that if he weren’t always there for you, you’d fall out of love with him and leave him like all the others. To make matters worse, he wasn’t always able to be with you due to his job taking him away from you. You two were busy, which wasn’t bad, but it still worried him. Finally, one night the two of you could spend a reasonable amount of time together because you both didn’t have work the other day. So the two of you settled on watching a movie together. It was one of his favorites. 

Midway through the movie, Yeonjun started to space out while looking at you. It made him happy to see you beside him, but he still worried about you leaving the next. “Hold on. I’m going to get us more snacks.” You stated, rising from your seat. Yeonjun didn’t hear a word you said and panicked when seeing your figure rise. He reached out for your hand to stop you from moving any further. “Where are you going?!” He’d exclaimed nervously. “I’m going to get snacks… I said that before.” You looked down at his nervous figure in confusion. “Ah, right!” He said, laughing awkwardly. “Yeonjun, are you okay? You’ve been acting off lately.” You questioned, concerned. “I’m fine, don’t worry about me.” He stated with a slightly forced smile. 

You sat back down, facing Yeonjun. “What’s wrong?” You questioned again. It was obvious that he was worried about something. It’s not the first time he’s ever grabbed your arm like that. “I have a question,” he started, looking down at his fingers. “Would you ever leave me?” He finished, looking up at you. “What? Why are we thinking about these things now?” You questioned. You felt bad that he even thought about this in the first place. Its genuine relationships don’t last long, but that’s the point. You have to cherish the time you have. His pupils began to dilate due to his fear and eyes watering. You’d pull him into a hug, hoping it brought in some comfort. 

“I won’t. Don’t worry about that anymore, okay?” You whispered near his ear as your chin rested on his shoulder. You felt his chin rub against your shoulder, signaling that he nodded.  “I love you. Remember those words.” You whispered again, earning another rub against your shoulder, making you smile. 

It’s true relationships don’t last long, but he hoped for this one to last as long as possible.

my softie babi ueueueue

Rainy mornings — Oikawa tooru

-haikyuu

Synopsis: a morning with your dramatic bf | oikawa x female reader, fluff

~1k words | my masterlist for haikyu|

The soft patter of rain against the window was the first thing you noticed when you stirred awake. The gray morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a cool, muted glow over the room. You shifted slightly under the blanket, the warmth beside you making it impossible to move too far.

Oikawa lay next to you, half-asleep, his messy brown hair sticking up in different directions. His face was relaxed, lips slightly parted, and his breathing slow and steady. One of his arms was lazily draped over your waist, holding you close as if he wasn’t ready to let you go just yet.

You turned slightly, brushing a hand through his soft hair, and he made a sleepy sound of protest, nuzzling his face into the pillow.

“Mmm… too early,” he murmured, voice thick with sleep. “Stay here.”

“It’s already morning,” you whispered, smiling.

Oikawa cracked one eye open, barely, before shutting it again. “Morning doesn’t exist when it’s raining,” he mumbled, tightening his hold on you. “It’s the law. We have to sleep in.”

You chuckled, feeling the vibrations of his voice against your skin. “Oh? And who made that law?”

“Me.” His voice was smug, but drowsy, the last syllable dragging as he tried to keep from slipping back into sleep.

You sighed dramatically. “Well, if it’s a law, I guess I have no choice.” Oikawa hummed in approval, a soft smile playing at his lips as he buried his face against your shoulder.

The rain continued to fall outside, and with Oikawa holding you close, the world beyond the warmth of the bed could wait just a little longer.

"still sore from yesterday's match tooru?" you asked after a while. Oikawa let out a low whine, burying his face deeper into your shoulder. “Don’t remind me,” he mumbled, voice muffled against your skin.

You ran a hand gently down his back, feeling the tension in his muscles even through the fabric of his shirt. “I’ll take that as a yes,” you said, amused.

He sighed dramatically, shifting just enough to peek up at you through half-lidded eyes. “My legs feel like they’re made of lead. My back is stiff. And worst of all,” he paused, lips curling into a pout, “you’re bullying me first thing in the morning.”

You rolled your eyes playfully. “I’m not bullying you. I’m being a very loving and concerned partner.”

Oikawa let out a sleepy chuckle, his fingers tracing lazy circles on your waist. “Then as my very loving and concerned partner, shouldn’t you be taking care of me?”

You raised an eyebrow. “Oh? And what exactly does His Highness want?”

He hummed, clearly enjoying your attention. “A massage,” he declared, stretching slightly before groaning at the soreness in his body. “And maybe some breakfast in bed. And cuddles. Lots of cuddles.”

You laughed softly, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “You’re so needy in the morning.”

Oikawa only smiled, eyes fluttering shut again as he nuzzled closer. “Only because I have the best person to be needy with.”

You sighed dramatically, dragging your fingers through his messy hair. "Fine, fine. I’ll give you a massage, but breakfast in bed is pushing it."

Oikawa let out a satisfied hum, shifting onto his stomach and burying his face into the pillow. “Mmm, That’s my good girl.”

Shaking your head, you straddled his lower back, your hands smoothing over his tense shoulders. The rain outside only added to the cozy atmosphere as you slowly began working the knots out of his muscles, pressing your thumbs into the stiff areas.

He let out a deep groan, his whole body melting beneath your touch. "That feels so good,” he mumbled, voice muffled by the pillow.

You smirked. "What would you do without me, Tooru?"

"Wither away,” he said dramatically, turning his head to the side so he could look up at you with tired, pleading eyes. “You’re the only thing keeping me alive right now.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the fond smile that tugged at your lips. "You're so dramatic."

"And you're perfect darling," he shot back, his voice softer now, laced with genuine affection.

Your heart fluttered at how effortlessly he said it, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. You softened your touch, kneading the sore spots on his back more gently this time. The rain outside kept falling in a rhythmic patter, and the quiet intimacy of the moment wrapped around you both like a warm blanket.

Oikawa sighed contentedly. "You know," he murmured, voice thick with drowsiness again, "if you keep spoiling me like this, I might just fall back asleep with you."

You leaned down, letting your lips ghost against his ear. "Then who's going to make us breakfast?"

He groaned, turning onto his side so he could face you, his brown eyes still heavy with sleep. "Can't we just stay like this all day?"

You smiled, brushing his hair away from his face. "Tempting, but you’d probably complain about being hungry within the hour."

Oikawa gasped, placing a hand over his chest in mock offense. "You make me sound so predictable."

"You are predictable," you teased, poking his forehead.

He pouted before wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you down against his chest. "Fine. Five more minutes, and then we can get up," he bargained.

You sighed, knowing full well that "five minutes" would turn into ten, then twenty. But as the rain continued to fall, and Oikawa held you close, warm and content, you figured there was no harm in staying just a little longer.

Soft Oikawa hours

i’m sorry i just love ur fic coffee run so much 💞 can u do a part 2 or any more of that jungwon? thanks <3

awwwhhsjsh first of all this req is a few weeks old, so sorry for the wait <\3 pls that fic was like my first request 😭 i am not proud of it at all, but i’m so glad you enjoyed it anonnie 🫶 here’s sum more clingy coffeerun!jungwon for you <3

if you ever search up the definition of a third wheel, a picture of lee heeseung would probably show up.

yes, he played a minor part in helping jungwon confess to you last week, but he didn’t realise it’d mean having to witness his two closest friends suck each other’s faces off every day at work.

“yah, yang jungwon! you have two tables waiting for your clingy ass,” heeseung barks, gesturing to the seated customers. you snort at your older coworkers grumpy tone, pushing jungwon away from you. you’ve found working with your boyfriend has a few minor cons; one being the fact he’s a constant, inescapable distraction.

when you try to turn around and get back to work, jungwon instantly grabs the front of your apron, pushing you towards him and chasing your lips once again. “are— you— deaf?” you mumble in between his pepper of kisses.

“mmh, i just love your kisses.

you raise an eyebrow. “and i bet our customers would love their drinks.” jungwon pouts as you walk away from him, promptly following the order heeseung has copied down on a sticky note.

two arms suddenly wrap around your middle, and it takes no detective to figure out who it is. “don’t you love my kisses too though?” he continues, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“mmh, they’re okay i guess,” you tease.

jungwon gasps, loosening his hold on you slightly. “okay? you guess?!” before you know it, you’ve been pulled away from the poor coffee you were making and shoved right against the counter. he scoffs confidently, “i’ll show you okay, jagi.”

before jungwon can get his lips any closer to yours, he’s abruptly pushed off you by none other than your coworker. “that’s it,” heeseung sighs, “you kids are in time out. jungwon, you’re serving while me and y/n make the drinks.”

jungwon whines, resembling a toddler who just got their favourite toy taken away. “what? hyung, you can’t do that!”

“just did. go on now, you’ll have all lunch break to make out or whatever.”

your boyfriend’s eyes brighten at that. “good idea!” he sends you a mischievous wink, walking backwards, “thanks hyung!”

“he’s obsessed with you.”

“i’m well aware.”

SORRY THIS IS KINDA SHORT DEAR :(

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