Clingy Moments With Ot7 Enhypen

OH MY GOD, HE'S UNREAL

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vlive confession — five : face this like real men!

a chorus of ouch and hey echoed through Hybe's silent hallways. Jay was practically dragging Sunghoon by the ear while the younger kept on whining about how he's going to rip his ear off, some staffs that they would bump into would just brush it off as one of their daily bickerings

soon enough once they reached the meeting room, Jay finally let go of Sunghoon's ear. he opened the door while his fellow 02z was busy complaining about how his ears were now red, to which Jay ignored.

with all eyes on them, Sunghoon silently followed Jay to sit beside him, still holding his ear with his fingers

"well, that's about everyone. i believe we can start the meeting now?" one of the managers asked and everyone nods in response

Sunghoon took a deep breath before speaking, not even waiting for the managers to open the presentation "first of all, i apologize for going live without telling the staffs. i know what idol life is like and apparently i've done and said things that could ruin, not only mine but also my junior's career. i also apologize to y/n y/l/n-ssi for revealing such information without your consent. i don't mean any harm and—" before Sunghoon could carry on with his long speech, Ethereal's manager cut him off with a chuckle

"ah..there must be a misunderstanding here, Sunghoon-ssi. we're not here to talk about that. we're here to talk about the vlog that Ethereal and Enhypen are going to film in a few days..you do know that Jungwon-ssi filmed with Y/nie just a few days ago right?" Sunghoon stood there dumbfounded what the fuck was going on?

his eyes went from the managers, you and to his members. and when he made eye contact with Jay, he didn't miss the small smirk that formed in the older's lips "YOU!" he pointed at his hyung in an accusing manner "you and i will face this like real men! meet me at Hybe's rooftop after this meeting!" laughter filled the once silent room, the managers laughing along as Sunghoon plopped down on his seat with his arms crossed

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summary : you used to have a crush on park sunghoon back in highschool and that didn't change even though you both were now idols who did not want dating scandals, so imagine the shock when during a vlive, park sunghoon confessed that he had a crush on you back in highschool

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💬 — ENHYPEN BOYFRIEND TEXTS

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a/n: ermm... honestly i've never tried these before 😭😭 but i was really bored and decided to make them I HOPE THEYRE NOT SUPER TRASH IM SORRY IF THEYRE CRINGY

pairings: enha x fem!reader (y/n is referred to as girlfriend)

warnings: a lot of cursing, kys joke, riki calls reader lady, situationship with Jake, pet names like... in every one of them, awful attempt at humor, spelling errors and grammar mistakes! if you want me to add a warning please lmk! genre: fluff, crack, angst-ish if you squint.

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☆ — LEE HEESEUNG

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☆ — PARK JONGSEONG

(rest of the members under the cut!)

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☆ — SIM JAEYUN

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☆ — PARK SUNGHOON

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☆ — KIM SUNOO

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☆ — YANG JUNGWON

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☆ — NISHIMURA RIKI

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one more month — bang chan. established relationship. fluff. chan missing you while he’s on tour. (0.6k words)

“Chan?”

It’s 11pm for you when he calls from his hotel room, somewhere oceans away. There’s still sleep dripping from your tone, and he can almost hear the rustling of sheets from your end.

“Sorry baby, did I wake you?” Chan speaks so quietly it’s almost a whisper. He was careful not to shake you out of your silence.

“Mmm, no.” You croak out.

He knows you’re lying, could almost picture you jolting from your sleep at the familiar buzz of your ringtone. The thought makes him swallow, teeth chewing on his bottom lip.

“Is there a reason why you’re calling?”

He pauses before answering. Chan has no idea how the fuck he’s feeling right now, but he knows he misses you.

It’s been 4 months since he last saw you. All he has are pictures of you in his phone, and occasional phone calls that will never suffice to the way you sound in person. To the way you feel in person.

Chan stares out the big fucking window from where they’re staying, finding comfort in the thought that you might be looking at the same moon.

He swallows again. “Does there have to be a reason?”

“Of course not.”

“Just miss you.” He breathes out slowly, head tilted on the glass windows. “And I wish— we didn’t have to be so far away all the time.”

He’s thinking of you, imagining how you look right now with tired eyes. He’s thinking of what it would be like if he was there right now. You’d probably be asleep, tangled up in each other’s limbs. It would look uncomfortable from an outsider’s eye, but he knows. Knows how it feels to have your heartbeat pressed against his and how nice it feels.

You sigh. “One more month.”

The tone in your voice is gentle, yet knowing. He knows you miss him too.

“For now, you need to sleep, no?”

It’s 3 in the morning for him, and he’ll have to be awake again in three hours.

“Can’t.” He bites his lip, swallowing hard as he tries to fight the sob brewing in his throat. Your heart clenches at the way he sounds, knows that when he feels, he lets it take over him.

“Will you be able to sleep if I stay on the phone?”

“Maybe.” Shaky.

“Okay. Have the kids been treating you well?”

A smile pulls at his lips at the mention of his best friends, and the topic change does a good job at masking the nauseating pain of missing you. A bandaid. A temporary fix.

“Still loud and stubborn, but I wouldn’t want them any other way.”

“Hmmm, I won’t be surprised if you come home with a head of white hair.”

He laughs at the thought, running a hand through his hair. “I think I’m already starting.”

“Then Seungmin calling you an old man is justifiable, then?”

“I don’t think I like you teaming up with the boys against me. You’ve signed up on my team the moment you said yes to being mine.”

You laugh from your end, and Chan’s heart flutters at the sound. He can almost see you with your crescent eyes and the cute scrunch on your nose, the one you do when you cackle.

He tries not to think about it too much. Tries not to picture himself right there with you. He knows it’d only rip the bandaid he’d desperately plastered on himself.

“Not sleepy yet?”

“Just a little.” He admits quietly, a yawn escaping his mouth.

There’s stifling from his end, and you can only assume he’s slipped himself back into the covers of his bed.

You keep telling him stories, no matter how menial, anything to keep him company. You know he just needs to hear your voice, has told you before how simply hearing you comforts him—it’s a calm only you can offer.

Chan breathes in and out slowly.

It’s four in the morning now, and there’s quiet snoring in the background.

“Goodnight Channie. One more month.”

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✿ pairing: streamer! lee heeseung x female reader, established relationship

✿  heeseung wants nothing more than for you to go live with him; 1.7k words, fluff

✿ notes: back again on my streamer heeseung bullshit! lol 

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enhypen reaction ➳ flowerfields + kisses

requested? : yes!

pairing : enhypen x gn!reader

genre : fluff!

a/n : i'm sorry in advance if these come off as repetitive (esp in the beginning), and i hope it all makes sense! i'm really trying to get back into the groove of writing!! i hope you enjoy anyway <3

scenario : while visiting a flowerfield, you place a flower behind your boyfriend's ear, and your faces are closer than ever.. he thinks you're going to kiss his lips, of course, but what if you had a different plan?

heeseung

after finding a spot in the shade, the two of you sat down amongst the flowers. the two of you sat in comfortable silence, you choosing to pick one of the flowers beside you.

turning to your boyfriend, you tapped his shoulder. once he turned to you, you leaned forward with your hand on his cheek, using your other hand to place a pretty pink flower behind his ear. once done, you leaned back, realizing your faces were super close together.

"can i kiss you?" you shyly asked, watching as he nodded, preparing himself for your kiss.

you, however, just placed a kiss on his nose. his face dawned a shocked expression as you got up and ran away giggling.

"yah, y/n! get back here!" heeseung called before playfully chasing after you.

jay

sitting on a bench beside jay, you noticed a few flowers beside your feet. reaching down to pick one, jay watched you the whole time. when you sat back up and turned to him, you placed the flower behind his ear. when you leaned back, you placed your hand on his cheek, mesmerized by how perfect your boyfriend actually is.

"jay?"

"hm?"

"can i kiss you?"

"of course." jay nodded, closed his eyes, and began leaning in to kiss you.

when you chose to place a kiss on his nose rather than his lips, jay's eyes shot open before he just stared at you in shock.

you bursted into laughter at this, "i'm sorry, my love."

"you owe me a real kiss now."

"of course, of course."

jake

jake had brought you back to australia with him to visit his family. because you had known about this trip for a while, you'd done research on places to visit in brisbane, and you came across a bunch of different types of gardens and flowerfields. jake thought it sounded like a good date idea, and you eventually found yourself laying in a flowerfield beside your boyfriend.

"are you having fun?" jake asked, laying on his side so he could look at you.

"yeah, i love it here." you turned to face him as well, bringing up a flower you'd picked and placing it behind his ear, "can i kiss you?"

jake nodded, closing his eyes when he felt your hand on his cheek. however, after feeling you kiss his nose, his eyes slowly opened once again.

"that's cute, now a real one." jake grinned before leaning in to kiss you for real.

sunghoon

you and sunghoon had brought a picnic basket with you, deciding to have a mini feast in the middle of a small flower field you'd found together.

scooting closer to your boyfriend with a flower in hand, he gave you a confused look. once you'd placed the flower behind his ear, he just went back to sipping his drink.

"hoon," you pouted, "you look so cute. can i kiss you?"

"well, who am i to say no to a kiss?" sunghoon looked up at you with a grin, leaning in and closing his eyes.

to his surprise, you kissed his nose, and not his lips like he previously thought. you held back a laugh as you looked at his confused expression.

"y/n, what was that for?" he huffed.

"that's payback for you ignorning me earlier." you laughed before continuing to eat your food while sunghoon sat there with a pout on his lips.

sunoo

after getting ice cream, you and sunoo found yourselves walking through rows of flowers. it was the perfect end to a perfect day, you thought. however, as you looked at sunoo, you decided to play a tiny little prank on him.

"hey sunoo," you watched as he turned to look at you, "can i kiss you?"

"of course." sunoo replied like it was an obvious answer.

as you placed your hand on his cheek, his eyes fluttered closed. you held back a laugh before placing a small peck on the tip of his nose.

"y/n!" sunoo scoffed as he opened his eyes, "that was not a kiss."

"it was a kiss, just not one on the lips." you retorted, and sunoo rolled his eyes.

"touché."

jungwon

"wonnie, look!" you gasp, picking a flower that had caught your eye, "c'mere."

reluctantly, jungwon leaned closer to you, allowing you to place the flower behind his ear. jungwon's cheeks were dusted with blush now, only made worse when you spoke again.

"can i kiss you?"

your boyfriend nodded, closing his eyes in anticipation. however, upon feeling your lips on his nose, his eyes opened. giving you a glare, he crossed his arms.

"no fair, y/n!"

"i never said i was going to kiss your lips, wonnie."

ni-ki

"i look ridiculous." ni-ki sighed, looking at himself in his phone camera after you placed a flower behind his ear.

"c'mon, riki, you look so cute! i could kiss you right now."

"oh, yeah? go ahead." ni-ki looked at you expectantly, closing his eyes when you started getting closer.

the feeling of your lips pressing against his nose was enough to make him scoff.

"y/n!"

"what? nose kisses count!"

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.

when you don’t say “i love you” back to bakugou.

Bakugou says, “I love you,” every time he’s about to leave the house without you. It’s something that he got from his father, and to put it simply, he got influenced.

He’s about to finish putting on his hero gear. His gauntlets were already in place, his boots laced, and his mask pushing his hair away from his face—kind of like how he wore it during high school whenever it wasn’t necessary to wear it properly.

And there you were, sitting cross-legged on the floor without a care in the world.

Books were scattered around you in piles, organized by some system only you seemed to understand. You were focused as you murmured to yourself quietly, comparing sizes, genres, and authors, completely absorbed in your task of organizing the living room’s bookshelf.

“I’m heading out.”

“Mmhm,” you replied absentmindedly, holding up two books and tilting your head as if the slight angle would help you decide which belonged on the top shelf.

Bakugou frowned, his brow twitching. “Oi, did you hear me?”

“Yes, yes,” you said, still not looking at him. “Be careful, Katsuki.”

He let out a huff, running a hand through his hair. He was used to you getting lost in your little projects, but this felt different (were you playing a prank on him?). He stepped closer, crouching down beside you to meet your eye level. “Don’t overwork yourself while I’m gone,” he said, softer this time.

“I won’t.”

Still not looking at him. Unbelievable.

To Bakugou, it felt like being thrown through a building and back—and he wasn’t even exaggerating because it actually happened to him once! And he could definitely conclude that the feeling’s similar when you’re ignoring (not paying that much attention to) him.

Bakugou watched you for a moment longer, his eyes narrowing slightly before he sighed. “I love you,” he murmured, his tone quieter.

“Uh-huh. Have a good day at work.”

Just as Bakugou was about to stand back up, he blinked, the words sinking in slowly. His brow furrowed as the realization hit him—he’s so confused.

You didn’t say it back.

“What the hell?” he muttered, more to himself than to you—because you didn’t even hear him.

He huffed, taking the book you were inspecting as he let your hands fall on his arms instead.

“Hey.”

“Hm?” you glanced at him, your expression innocent as if nothing unusual had happened.

“You didn’t say it back,” he said, his tone sharp, though there was a hint of disbelief beneath the irritation.

The audacity you had. After almost always saying “I love you” to him to the point where Bakugou realized he couldn’t go on his day without hearing it, you decide to not say it now?

What’s next? You’re going to tell him you want a divorce? He’s overreacting, he thinks.

“Say what back?”

He clenched his jaw, his cheeks flushing faintly. “I said I love you, dumbass.”

Realization dawned on your face, followed by a sheepish smile. That smile—the one that managed to win him over—it’s so infectious it might as well be a cause of an epidemic.

“Oh! Katsuki, I’m sorry. I was distracted.”

“Tch,” he muttered, looking away from you. “Yeah, I noticed.”

You leaned closer to where he was crouching, squeezing his forearm softly, your touch light and apologetic. “You know I love you too, right?”

He side-eyed you, his scowl deepening, though it was clear his annoyance was fading.

“Doesn’t count if I gotta remind you,” Bakugou grumbled—almost pouting.

Your laughter bubbled out, so familiar that Bakugou was reminded where his home is, as you then held his face gently—then squishing his cheeks so that his lips are puckered. “I’m sorry,” you said, your voice warm and teasing. “I’ll make sure to say it next time, promise.”

“Better keep thath promish,” he muffled out.

“I will,” you assured him, loosening your hold as you gave him a soft kiss on the lips. Strawberry-flavored chapstick, one of Bakugou’s favorites whenever you kiss him.

“I love you, Katsuki.”

He tried to maintain his frown, but the corner of his mouth twitched upward as you kissed him once more. “You better.”

“Now go save the day, my hero.”

With a sigh, Bakugou leaned away from you, his posture reluctant to even leave you. He made his way to the door, pausing to glance over his shoulder one last time. You were looking at him, blowing him lots of kisses with the emphasized “mwah!”

“Don’t get so caught up in your books that you forget I exist,” he tells you.

You smiled, nodding along. “Never.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too! Text me when you get to your agency; love you lots!” That’s better.

As he closed the door behind him, Bakugou shook his head, muttering to himself, “Ignored for some damn books. Unbelievable.”

Still, despite his grumbling, the faint smile on his face said he wasn’t really mad.

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