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hybe's picnic episode

! reminder that binna (trainee from i-land) is a part of le sserafim !

!! 3.5k words !!

"Let's just be who we are," Jay repeated.

"Let's carry Della then," Sunghoon blurted out.

"Eh?" Della looked at him with a confused smile.

[ ???? ]

"We'll carry you like you're our queen," he grinned.

"So you'll sit on our arms then you act all cool," Sunoo elaborated for him.

"Me?!" her eyes widened. "There would be so much attention on me!"

[ Placed on a pedestal ]

"Yah, you're our centre and only girl. You always have so much attention on you," Jay pointed with a chuckle. His comment made Heeseung, Sunoo, Jungwon and Della laugh.

[ Kang Della: ENHYPEN's Visual, centre and only girl ]

"Ten seconds. That's it," she agreed, still laughing a little.

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"Let's hide behind tall sunbaenims," Jiwon strategised to her group. "We're one of the-"

"Wahh!" two of her members suddenly exclaimed.

[ ???? ]

A different camera angle showed some of the fromis_9 girls looking at Della in disbelief while the girl had a confused face.

"You're so tall!" Jisun exclaimed, coming closer to Della.

"Oh my God!" Chaeyoung, who was the tallest, was even surprised. She gasped when she came closer to Della and found their height difference quite visible.

[ Della's tall height caught the attention of the girls ]

"She's taller than me," Yunjin whispered to her group with wide eyes.

[ Forgot about the drinks ]

"Is everything okay? What happened?" Na PD asked.

"No! We're okay!" fromis_9 yelled back.

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"Della Della, is there anything you want here?" Jake asked Della, who was standing near the can cooler but not close enough to see the contents. "There's Pocari."

"Ooh! I want Pocari," Della answered. "Pocari and cold water, but I don't think I can freeze with seven kilos in one hand."

[ One hand is occupied with coffee ]

"I'll get you water," Heeseung and Jungwon answered together. The game starts again and the two raced to grab a litre pack each.

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"You don't wanna try?" Heeseung pointed to the limbo challenge against Kazuha.

"I'm not that flexible, darling," Della laughed.

[ Can't beat a ballerina of 15 years ]

The editors knew how the company didn't want the next clip put in, so they thankfully didn't.

"Yeah, ninety centimeters is almost half your height."

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"I can open my mouth wide but not for that kind of sna- OW!" Jungwon walked all the way to the back of Della's seat to hit her shoulder.

Because they wouldn't only be watched by Engenes and were surrounded by so many artists, he hit her extra hard.

[ SMACK ]

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"Jump rope?! Jump rope?!" Yunjin got confused when she saw her mission. Her first instinct was to run to her team.

[ Yunjin is running with a straight face ]

"Jump rope? I can't do it," none of the members looked confident.

"DELLA! Della Della Della!" Binna and Kazuha pointed to the left.

[ Suggests ENHYPEN's Della ]

To help a possibly shy Yunjin, Binna got up to help her too.

"DELLA-YAA!" the two girls ran to Enhypen's tent. "We need you!"

Della quickly got up and ran to the field behind Yunjin.

[ LE SSERAFIM asks ENHYPEN's Della for help ]

"What was it?" Sunoo asked Binna.

"Jump ropes," she chuckled.

"Ahh!" then it suddenly hit the boys. "She's not that good at jump ropes though?"

"She's not?!" Binna's eyes widened. "Ah.. Yunjin-ah, I'm sorry.." Enha couldn't help but laugh.

[ Binna made a mistake ]

"She can probably do it."

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[ At that moment, ]

"Unnie, I can't do double-under..." Della embarrassingly told Yunjin. "My members can, it should've been them," she pointed to her tent.

[ Yunjin almost brought the right person ]

"Ahh..." Yunjin nodded slowly. "But you can jump rope, right? None of the members can."

"I'm not that good at it though.." Della looked at her with pity. "Can you change?"

"Can I change?" Yunjin asked Chaeyoung and Seungkwan.

"Can you do double-under?"

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"I'm not good at tongue twisters," Seungkwan told Chaeyoung.

"I'm willing to switch. Do you have good diction?" Chaeyoung asked Della.

"Uh! I do!" Della was excited to not do jump ropes.

[ She has good diction ]

"She's our main rapper," Jungwon suddenly joined in.

"Uh! She has really good diction!" Yunjin placed a hand under Della's chin.

"I can do double-under, I was in the jump rope club."

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"You're really.. REALLY tall," Chaeyoung held onto Della's arms.

[ Still on the topic of Della's height ]

"REALLY," Yunjin tagged along. "How tall are you?"

"I'm 173," Della lied.

"Woah!" Chaeyoung covered her mouth.

"There's no way, I'm 172 but we have a noticeable height difference," Yunjin shook her head.

"I just measured two days ago, so-"

"And I did too! I'm DEFINITELY 172 cm," Yunjin pointed to herself.

[ What is Della's height? ]

"You're 173?" Seungkwan couldn't help but intervene.

"Mm," Della gave one nod. Seungkwan moved a bit closer to Della before returning to his place.

"You don't look that far from me though?" Seungkwan looked confused. "I'm 174 cm and wearing insoles."

[ The mystery will continue again soon.. ]

Della just decided to chuckle it off and hope that no one brings it up again. Not that it makes her uncomfortable, but because the company doesn't want people to know of her actual height.

Besides, the game is about to start.

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"Maybe I should've brought you," Jungwon covered his mic and whispered to Della, who was doing the same.

"You want me to arm wrestle with Baekho?" she looked at him in surprise.

"No no, I'm sure one of the members will challenge you just as an excuse to hold hands," he smirked.

"Aishh," she nudged his shoulder with her own. "I'll probably go against another girl."

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[ fromis_9's mission is a person with good diction ]

"You have to succeed in five seconds," Na PD explained.

[ She gets cheers from both teams ]

"KANG DELLA! KANG DELLA!" the boys of Enhypen cheered while fromis_9 kept yelling a 'fighting!'

Della managed to succeed the tongue twister by just barely making it in time. She finished her sentence just as Na PD was about to say 'times up.'

"Success!"

"Woahh!" the footage showed fromis_9 (basically) being whipped for the girl. "She's tall, she's gorgeous, she's talented- eh?"

A loud roar of cheers could be heard from Enhypen's tent.

[ Huh? ]

A sudden rush entered the boys and they all cheered proudly for their girl.

"Wahh.. Della, you have a strong fanclub," Na PD 'complimented.'

"That's our baby!" Jay yelled out.

[ ENHYPEN's baby ]

"They call her their baby... Cute.." Minhyun grinned.

"Enhypen is so cute," "Their baby.." Mingyu and Hoshi commented.

"Guys! I didn't stutter!" Della yelled to her members excitedly.

"YEAH!" they cheered again. "OUR BABY!"

"Why are they so cute?" Saerom pouted.

"It's like having a bunch of big brothers," Jisun smiled.

"Do they live together?" Hayoung asked their staff, who most likely know.

"Yes. Della has her own room," someone answered.

[ Truly like a bunch of big brothers ]

"Ahh," the girls nodded. "Then they really are like siblings."

"As expected, our Enhypen," Yeonjun commented with a proud sigh.

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"Let's be like the couples in the amusement parks," Della hugged Jungwon from behind as they were waiting in line.

[ Amusement park couple, ENHYPEN ]

"Shouldn't I do that to you?" Jake then hugged Della from behind.

[ Amusement park coupleS, ENHYPEN ]

"Relay relay," Jungwon chuckled. "I'll do it to Heeseung-hyung too."

"We'll be a horizontal hamburger," Della smiled softly and snuggled into Jungwon's back.

[ Horizontal hamburger... ]

"Are you guys always this comfortable together?" Baekho asked Niki and Sunghoon.

"Eh?" they didn't understand what he meant.

"Do you always hug and everything?" Jiwon pointed towards their members.

"Ahh, yes. We're always this clingy," Niki chuckled at the sight.

[ Normal day for ENHYPEN ]

"In public too?" Baekho raised his eyebrows.

"Yes," Sunghoon answered. "We're just really comfortable with each other."

"No- I get it. I was just a bit stunned," the longer that the artists observe Enhypen, the more un-sibling-like they seem...

[ Culture shock ]

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"This song by Lee Seunggi was released in 2004 and created a 'noona lover syndrome' in Korea. What's the name of the song?" Della panicked as soon as Na PD said the year. She didn't even hear the rest of the question.

[ Was only a year old ]

Luckily, since she went back to drink water and grab a fan after failing her first try, Kim Mingyu of Seventeen was standing behind her (for his third try).

"'Because You're My Woman,'" he mumbled.

[ Is Mingyu's answer correct this time? ]

"'Because You're a Woman,'" Della blurted out.

"'You're My Woman,'" he emphasised the 'my.'

"'Because You're My Woman,'" she corrected herself.

"'Because You're My Woman..'" Na PD created some suspense. "You were very young when it came out, right? Correct!"

"Yes! Thank you! Thank you!" she thanked the staff and Mingyu with a small bow.

"I'll call you by 'you,' no matter what you say," Mingyu and Hoshi started singing together.

"Ahh! I know! So that you can feel me as a man," she continued excitedly.

[ 2003 Della actually knows the 2004 song! ]

"Oh! You could probably get it without the help," Na PD had wide eyes.

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"What was the question you got right?" Jay asked Della when everyone was done.

"The 2004 song that created a 'noona lover syndrome' in Korea. Lee Seunggi-sunbaenim's Because You're My Woman," she said after swallowing her food.

"How did you know?" Heeseung asked.

"Mingyu-sunbaenim helped me," she chuckled. "Turns out it's the song that made me dislike being called noona."

[ The fourth youngest who hates being called noona and unnie ]

"Oh then you could've got it on your own?" no one would find Jay's tone the slightest bit unusual. Only the members could sense the jealousy laced in it.

"'Because You're My Woman,' like that?" Heeseung imitated how Mingyu could've whispered the answer. His jealousy was a bit more detectable than Jay's.

"Yes," like what Jay did to Jungwon, Della immediately went to bite Jay's arm.

"Ahh!" he recoiled his arm back. Della then proceeded to do the same to Heeseung.

"She's been so bite-y lately," Jungwon pointed at her. The boys all voiced their agreement.

"But she keeps attacking me- ahh!"

[ No BORDER in ENHYPEN ] (it's a reference to border: day one & carnival)

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"What about me, Taehyun and Della?" Yeonjun pointed over at Enhypen's tent, thinking of another way to get dessert.

"Ooh!" Heuning Kai and Beomgyu looked at Na PD with hopeful eyes.

[ !!! ]

"That's right. We're TYD, technically, we're one group under Hybe," Taehyun nodded.The screen then cut to a clip of 365 Fresh.

[ TYD = Taehyun, Yeonjun, Della ] [ A project group under HYBE ] [ TXT's Taehyun and Yeonjun with ENHYPEN's Della ]

"I'm listening," Na PD urged them to continue.

"Can't the three of us have a go?" Yeonjun asked. There was a moment of silence as the PDs talked among themselves.

[ Another shot? ]

"Della-ssi," Na PD called out to Enhypen's tent.

"Yes!" she stood up.

"You, Yeonjun and Taehyun are technically one group under Hybe, right?" she nodded with a small 'yes.' "Do you agree to play once more for desserts as a trio?"

"Della, we lost everything," "We didn't get any," the TXT boys informed.

"Yes, of course," she eagerly agreed.

"Okay, then we'll be doing a round for TYD after we're done with Enhypen, okay?"

"NICE! Okay!"

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"Malatang," Enhypen cheered when they got all the desserts in one try. Sunoo, who was beside Della, also couldn't help but lift her up in excitement.

Throughout the rest of their exchange with Na PD, Della kept her arms wrapped around Sunoo's neck and his stayed around her waist.

They knew it wasn't very professional but hey, it's just a televised picnic.

"Is TYD going to do the game now?" Sunoo asked, bringing everyone's attention to them.

"Yes.." Na PD laughed a bit. "I'm sorry- Sunoo-ssi, Della-ssi..." the camera finally focused on their position. "Enhypen has great chemistry, yeah?"

"Of course!" "The best!" "This is Enhypen!" all the members said together.

[ Our chemistry is unbeatable ]

"Rightt, let's see how Della pairs with her other group, though."

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"We would ask you to choose since there's only three of you, but you weren't originally going to play so we can't do that," TYD was gathered in Enhypen's tent while Enha moved to TXT's for the moment.

"Ahh," Yeonjun and Della pouted a bit.

"Because all three of you Korean, we will be doing the proverbs relay," TYD's faces showed a look of defeat.

[ Not confident at all ]

"We're doomed, oppas," Della, who was in the middle, rested her arms on their shoulders.

"It's okay, it's okay. We can do this," Taehyun assured calmly.

"We know all of it," Yeonjun rubbed her back.

"You can do it guys!" Beomgyu cheered. "Fighting!"

"YOU CAN DO IT!" the other members followed suit.

[ Full support ]

"You're smarter than you think, Della-ya! You can do it!" Jake assured.

"As long as what you say is close to the meaning, we'll give you a pass."

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"-and the cockroaches-" they just needed two more to win in one go.

"WRONG!"

"Eh?!" TYD, Enhypen and TXT all looked confused. "It's correct!"

"The cockroaches those at night!" Della finished her sentence with furrowed eyebrows.

"It's mice," Na PD corrected.

[ Cockroaches and mice are very different ]

"Eyy, it's basically the same thing!" Yeonjun bargained.

[ *displays a cartoon mice and cockroach* ]

"They both lurk around, it's basically the same thing!" Della protested.

"They're both tiny, they walk on their legs-" Jungwon listed.

"They have eyes," Niki added, making everyone laugh.

"My mother says it's cockroaches. Are you saying that my beloved mother is wrong?" with her sharp eyes and her challenging tone, Della's bitch face unconsciously came out.

[ Della is scary ]

"Ooh!" even though it seemed like the Enha and TXT boys were impressed at her comeback, it was more because of the look on her face.

"Okay, we'll let it pass since the meaning is pretty much the same," everyone cheered as they only needed Yeonjun to get all the dessert.

But unfortunately, he forgot that he was next so they had to start over.

At least they got everything on the second try.

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"Let's sneak out," Sunghoon whispered in Della's ear after turning off both of their mics. Everyone was given a small break after eating dessert.

Della looked at his face, seeing a cocky expression. He licked the inside of his cheek with a smirk.

"Accessible toilet?" she eyed his collar for a second.

"Mm," he gave a brief nod.

"I'll go first. See you soon, darling," she whispered in his ear and stood up. "I'm going to the restroom," she informed everyone.

"Eh- Lala! Your phone!" Sunoo grabbed the device to hand it to her.

"Ahh- it's okay I shouldn't be long!" no one questioned it at first but when Sunghoon excused himself two minutes later, the boys all knew what was happening.

"Sunghoon-hyung.. I swear to God," Sunoo whispered to himself.

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"Do you want me to teach you how to traditionally twerk?" Della asked Yeonjun when everyone gathered for random play dance. "So you bend down-"

"No no no no," Jake and Niki protected the girl by sandwiching her in between them.

[ Protecting their member ]

"Twerking is an art form! It's an actual dance move!" she struggled to escape.

"Shh shh," Jake, who was in front of her, pat her head to shut her up.

"Are they always this clingy?" Hyun asked Beomgyu. Those who could hear him couldn't help but laugh. "I was in a co-ed group but we were never like that."

[ Culture shock #2 ]

"She's literally like one of the boys," Beomgyu covered for his friends.

"Ah really? Interesting.."

"Della-ssi, can you move to the girls' side?" a staff instructed.

"Ah- yes," Della could finally removed herself from Yunki. "Goodbyee!" she twirled away with a singsong voice.

"Ahh cutee," Heeseung and Jake said together.

[ Our baby ^^ ]

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"Della-ya," Seungkwan suddenly called for her as she passed by him.

"Yes," she stopped in her tracks.

"Do you mind talking about your height?" she furrowes her eyebrows a bit at the question.

"No, not at all. The company does though, just a little bit," Seungkwan responded with an 'ahh.' "But I think it's okay. Why?"

"Be prepared, yeah?"

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"Ah, PD-nim, I'm really sorry but before we start.." Seungkwan voiced out just as they were about to start the random play dance. "There has been a never-ending discussion among the artists."

"Ohh, what is it?"

[ Professor Boo rises a topic ]

"Enhypen's Della-ssi, please come forward," everyone cheered but Della's eyes widened.

[ ENHYPEN's Della is called forward ]

"So there was this never-ending discussion.." the editors left a gap to add suspense. "-about Della's height," the Enhypen and TXT boys couldn't hold in their laugh.

[ Della's long legs and towering height ]

"Oh! But it's true! I think she's taller than me!" Na PD made eye contact with Seungkwan.

"She said she was 173 cm-" a lot of the artists (and most of the girls) expressed their amazement. "-but I reckon she's taller because she's taller than me."

[ ~174 cm ]

"Dino! Dino Dino!" the Seventeen members called and pushed their maknae forward.

"Dino is.. slightly shorter than me," Seungkwan informed. "Take off your insoles!" he instructed Dino when they found him being taller.

[ Lots of insole talk today^^ ]

"Ohh!" their height difference wasn't distinct but was definitely visible.

"I'm wearing insoles too," Della used an excuse.

[ ??? ]

"Why would she wear insoles if she is over 170 cm," Jay chuckled.

"Right? We don't need to appear a similar height now too," Sunoo brushed their shoulders together.

"Prove it," Na PD raised his eyebrows.

"My shoes are a bit difficult to take off so-"

"We have the exact same style of shoes!" Dino gestured to her shoes. Everyone laughed at his point.

[ Highly complicated shoes ]

"Can we have Lee Hyun-ssi stand next to her?" Na PD directed.

"Me too! I'm the shortest in the team!" Jiwon announced herself.

[ Curious about the height difference ]

"Okay, Jiwon-ssi... and Mingyu-ssi since he's the tallest," Seungkwan called over.

"Wahh," the girls were surprised to see the gap. Della and Hyun were basically the same height and the difference between Jiwon and Della is larger than Della to Mingyu.

"She's so hot, 어떻게," Jiheon hugged Seoyeon. [eotteohke]

[ Della fan club admissions are open ]

"Wah- she's way taller than Woozi," Jun said to his members.

"It's a good thing he's not here, huh?" Joshua mumbled.

[ Woozi: ~166 cm ]

"That's our baby," Niki smiled to his hyungs. "So cute."

"Thank you, Della-ssi. You may return now."

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"Let's have Yeonjun in front," they were about to do a second test for Hey Mama.

"Ah- Can we have Della in front too? She knows the whole dance," Sunoo shyly told his sunbaes.

"Della? Okay! Della-ssi please come forward!" Della and Yeonjun both gave each other a knowing nod when they stood in the front together.

[ Y and D share a look ]

When the dance finally starts, Dejun went into stage mode, dancing seriously. Della also paired it with her expressions thinking Yeonjun would do the same (but didn't).

"Wahh! Why didn't you dance like that earlier?!"

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"Player, champagne, showtime,” 365 Fresh started playing. The TYD trio all came forward to the middle to show everyone how it’s done.

[ Taehyun, Yeonjun, Della ✨ ]

“I’m 365 so fresh,” everyone who still stayed in the game knew the point dance but some were just executed poorly.

[ SO FRESH ]

“This is their unit song?” Minhyun asked.

“Yes, it’s TYD. T-Y-D,” Seungkwan replied.

When the song finished, a couple of people were called forward, but among all of them, Niki was the most shocking one.

After dancing with Della, it turns out that he just needed to be next to his partner.

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"WAHH!" the fromis_9 girls (and Enha, of course) reacted during Love Shot. "Lee Seoyeon! Della-yaa!"

"Her body roll is so clean!" Chaeyoung fangirled to Gyuri. "So sexy!"

[ Della is indeed Korea's Siren ]

"Sexy!" Jay yelled out.

"Our siren!" Sunoo joined him.

Whenever it's a girl group dance, fromis_9 cheer for their remaining member. But whenever it's a boy group dance, they all fall for Della.

"I became Soobin's fan," after Seventeen made their confession, fromis_9 wants to do so as well.

"I became Della's fan- WE became Della's fan," Chaeyoung admitted. "Seoyeon-ah! We love you and you're wonderful but Della surprised us so much!"

[ Soobin and Della created a new phenomenon among the HYBE artists ]

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"My beloved member.. How do you feel about making it this far?" Della was the only girl whose mic was held by Sunghoon during his 'interview.'

"GET CLOSER THAN THAT!" Hyun instructed. They were keeping a bit of space for professionalism.

"MORE! MORE!" majority of the male artists yelled when Sunghoon only inched a bit closer.

"JUST WRAP YOUR ARM AROUND HER!" Binna suddenly raised her voice.

"THERE YA GO!" everyone cheered when Sunghoon wrapped an arm around her shoulder.

[ MC Sunghoon is not shy with his member ]

"What is happening?" Na PD laughed at the scene.

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"DELLA-YAA!" for some reason, Jake was the most excited when Della (and Seoyeon) won the random play dance. "YOU'RE SO COOL! I'M SO PROUD OF YOU!" he picked her up bridal style and spun her around, ending it with a kiss on her cheek.

[ Known as the 'married couple' of ENHYPEN ]

"OUR MAIN DANCER!" Niki reached her next to spin Della around again. "YOU DID IT!" he put her down to connect their foreheads together.

"LALAA!" everyone else came together and did a group hug.

[ True love ]

"Let's toss Della up! Let's toss her!" Jungwon proposed.

"Kang Della! Kang Della! Kang Della!" they said in between tosses.

so @sunsunthinker showed me these pics of jennie x yeji because della is said to resemble those two and i wanna show you guys!

then i got inspired to do the same 😁

of course della doesn't look exactly like these but it's fun to see

requests: — hybe caterers — hybe family's reaction to della's height — people's reaction to della's (R)BF — some TYD moments — enha making the idols (or.. everyone) feel like third wheels — the boys getting jealous at della's interactions with the hybe family — a spotlight for our baby — della winning random play dance

taglist! @afiaaaa19 @riikiblr @one16core @4sahii @toriluvsfics @i90snoo @danyxthirstae01 @seulgifted @clar-iii @hiqhkey  @nichmeddar @jiwlys @duolingofanaccount [@studioreader @sarang-wonie @fairydosii @hoonstrology @jaetint]

파티 소녀 ★ 𝖯𝖠𝖱𝖳𝖸 𝖦𝖨𝖱𝖫

. ﹙☆﹚. 𝗌𝗒𝗇𝗈𝗉𝗌𝗂𝗌 . you were a party girl. a person who loved to party, dance, drink, you were just the life of the party. but by the end of the night you would be a right where you wanted to be and that was in his arms.

. ﹙☆﹚. 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗋𝖾 . 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗍 & 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿

. ﹙☆﹚. 𝗐𝖼 . 𝟢.𝟫𝗄

. ﹙☆﹚. 𝗇𝗍𝗐𝗋𝗄 𝗍𝖺𝗀𝗌 . @kflixnet @kbookshelf

Blasting music, dancing bodies, and drunken people passed out. This was a party everyone who hadn't been to one would want to be at. For most parties seemed to be a rare occasion for most of them. But there was you.

The life of the party. You always seemed to be in the middle of it all. Your tight curls bounced with each step as you danced. Your grip tight on the cup you have seemingly been nursing the entire time. Your skin glowing under the purple and pink strobe lights.

Though the prettiest feature about it would have to be your smile. It could probably light up the room if the lights weren't. Your smile got others' attention but no one truly knew it was for him.

The smile and wink you sent him sent red hot blush to appear on his face. His eyes focused on you as you danced and laughed with the people surrounding you. Everyone loved the bright energy radiating off of you. Sure you were the life and soul of the party but your eyes always stayed on him.

Him feeling comfortable staying in the same spot he has been since you guys arrived. The corner of the room is surrounded by tipsy people chatting to each other or making out. The dark liquid in the cup he has been nursing for the longest has gone warm.

He didn't care for it much anyway. For Jake being at a party was like a solar eclipse happening. It just didn't happen often. For him, parties just weren't his thing but in your case they were.

This is why some people thought you guys were cute together. You could bring him out of his shell easily and make him have a good time while he was the more lenient of you. Though there were some negative sides to it. Especially from his friends. His friends weren't easily amused by you so to say. They didn't like how carefree you were like you didn't have a college to worry about.

They didn't want that to affect Jake or how he is academic. You knew what they were trying to say they just didn't want him to be taken away from them even though that's not what you were trying to do.

Never have you questioned your relationship even as others did. Why did they question it when they could see how happy you both were? At times it felt like you were dating more than one person, especially with everyone's input which you didn't ask for. There was nothing in the world that could compare to being in a relationship with a kind, smart, and loveable person like Jake.

But no one cared if you two were happy and showing it to the world because they would always question it. Why couldn't they worry about themselves.

You never could understand why people judged your relationship from the outside looking in. Like they knew how your relationship operated. You wanted to say fuck all of them. Who were they to tell Jake who he could love and not love? Why did they even think to question if you loved him or not?

Of course, you loved Jake and have for the past 2 years. You didn't have to explain anything to anyone who wasn't willing to listen. Neither should he. Fuck those people who questioned your relationship, how you got things done, and if you loved Jake or not. It was anyone's fucking business. Just yours and his.

A big beautiful smile on your face as you swayed your hips to the music. Your arms looped around his neck as he watched you sing the lyrics to him. A smile made its way upon his face. Your eyes held so much admiration and love within as you stared at him. There was so much happening around you two but there you were staring into each other's eyes. Nothing else in the room mattered but the person in front of you.

''Cause if it's love, I wanna drown. I need to hear it from your mouth' You sang slowly closing the gap between you two. Lips pressed against his. You pulled away too quickly for him. Your fingers laced with his as you pulled into the center of the room.

Your hands draped around his neck. His hands on your waist as you two slow danced. The beat of the music was loud but you two didn't seem to mind. Your hands tangled in his hair as he pulled you closer to him as the pad of his thumb brushed down the curve of your cheek.

A smile graced your lips as you stared at him. He kissed you slowly. His other hand softly grabbed the back of your neck bringing you closer to him as if you weren't already close enough. No one around paid you two any attention. You two were in your own little world. You pulled away, leaving Jake's breathing uneven and his heart beating loud. Jake's cheeks were burning, and his face was a shade of crimson as you chuckled breathing heavily yourself.

"I love and appreciate you." He spoke observing you as he smiled brushing your hair out of your face. "I love you too Jake Sim." You whispered against his lips. Everyone knew you as a party girl. The life of the party. Everyone's friend. But to him you were his and he was yours. His party girl.

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!"

𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐌𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐌𝐄 !

“your lips, my lips apocalypse”

— synopsis : you ask them to do this challenge with you

ft. enhypen members, fluff, cuss word

ENJOY MY BABYS

HEESEUNG : looks you dead in the eye and says “do whatever you want” so you do it, you climb on top of him on the bed that he laid, put on the reddest lipstick you can find and kissed his whole face and neck “you look like a mess” he looked at you as he paused the kdrama he was watching, opens his camera and looks at himself “a hot one” he ain’t wrong.

JAY : “sure but i get to pick the color and apply it on you” proceeds to pick his favorite color and applies it on your lips “i love having this color lipstick stain on me, it really suits me” that’s it, you lost it and kissed him so hard all over, he might have suffocated(?) nonetheless, best experience of his life. thanks people for starting the trend “see it does suites me” smiles as he cuddles you.

JAKE : a 100% yes this man just blanks out, would do anything to have kisses all over the face, sits all giddy and excited as you smooch his whole face, at last he can’t take it anymore and tackles you off the sofa smooch you all over, you both are a laughing mess on the ground “okay now do it with another color let’s make a rainbow”

SUNGHOON : “so i get to ruin you lipstick” boi what🧍gives the most cringed smirk you have seen “what do you mean” looks at you and says “you know that quote from marilyn monroe about how a man should ruin a women’s lipstick and not her mascara” at this point you don’t know if he joking or if he is just dumb “sunghoon i’m ruining my own lipstick, you ain’t shit” looks at you like you have challenged him for his life “get over here and kiss me or else i will” just like that you both had a fist fight and then kisses in a repeated cycle

SUNOO : “whats it about?” he looked genuinely so lost when you showed him the tiktok “i kiss your whole face with a lipstick on” trying his hardest to comprehend “wouldn’t that ruin your lipstick”— “yeah sunoo it will but-” takes the lipstick from you and looks at your eyes “can i put it on instead and kiss you” shit 😭 he is cute you almost had a heart attack “sure sunoo here let me apply” puckered his lips and then after that covered your whole face with kisses and gave you the most ridiculously radiant smile you have ever seen

JUNGWON : “okay but give me the lipstick” dumb decision, you thought he might apply the lipstick on himself and kiss you but turns out he pinned you on the sofa and colored your whole with the lipstick like a crayon and then has the balls to laugh at you because you looked like a ‘pepperoni’ , you didn’t talk to him until he went on his knee and apologized a 100 times xoxo.

NIKI : too excited, like over the top, his feet are not on the ground anymore, honestly you thought he is going to be super sassy about it and deny but he is totally different “can you use the pink one please” sure niki😭 anything for you, extends his face towards you so you have a better excess “on the neck too please babes” he says as he exposes the neck for you to attack, damn niki you are too into it anyways after that he took like 500 pictures and had it as a wallpaper for an embarrassingly long time, he just likes flexing “i look beautiful, kiss me often with lipstick”

They Lost Their Drunk Partner at a Party

these hotties lost their heavily intoxicated s/o at a party~

id recommend you stay and read until tsukishima at the end, it got me good- i got it soooooo good

Akaashi:

Akaashi wasn’t the type to panic, but right now? Yeah, he was definitely panicking.

The party was crowded, music thumping through the floorboards as people weaved between each other, laughing and shouting over the noise. And somewhere in this chaos, you—his very drunk significant other—had managed to slip away from his side.

He sighed, running a hand through his hair as he scanned the room for what felt like the hundredth time. How had he even let you wander off? One second, you were clinging to his arm, giggling about something ridiculous, and the next, poof—gone.

He checked the kitchen. Not there. The backyard? Nope. The couch? Just a pile of people deep in a debate about conspiracy theories.

Akaashi exhaled, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Where are you…” he muttered under his breath.

Then, finally, in the dim glow of fairy lights strung up in the corner of the room, he spotted you.

You were curled up in an oversized armchair, legs tucked under you, sipping on a half-empty cup of what he could only assume was your last drink of the night. Your eyes were slightly hazy, but the second they landed on him, they lit up.

“Keiji!” You beamed, holding your arms out dramatically. “You found me!”

Akaashi let out a soft chuckle, making his way toward you. “You make it sound like we were playing hide and seek,” he murmured, crouching beside you.

You hummed, tilting your head. “Well… weren’t we?”

He sighed but couldn’t help smiling as he reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “You scared me for a second.”

Your expression softened at that, and you wobbled forward slightly, wrapping your arms around his neck. “M’sorry,” you mumbled against his shoulder. “Didn’t mean to disappear.”

His hands came up instinctively, one resting on your back while the other cradled your head. “Just stay where I can see you next time, okay?”

You nodded, nuzzling closer, and Akaashi swore his heart melted right then and there.

After a moment, you pulled back just enough to look at him, your gaze softer now. “Keiji, you’re really pretty, you know that?”

He blinked, his ears instantly burning. “You’re drunk.”

“I’m right,” you corrected, poking his cheek. “And I love you.”

Akaashi’s breath caught for just a second, but then he exhaled, his lips curling into the gentlest smile. “I love you too.”

You beamed, pleased with yourself, and Akaashi decided that, even if you were a handful when drunk, he’d search a thousand crowded rooms just to find you again.

“Come on,” he said, effortlessly lifting you from the chair. “Let’s get you home.”

You giggled, snuggling into his chest. “You’re the best.”

Akaashi only hummed, holding you a little closer as he led you away from the noise, away from the chaos—back to where you belonged, right by his side.

Kuroo prided himself on being laid-back, the type to go with the flow, never too ruffled by anything. But right now? He was definitely ruffled.

You had disappeared.

One second, you were right beside him, laughing at some dumb joke he made, your fingers loosely intertwined with his. The next? Gone. Vanished into the sea of bodies, swallowed up by the pulsing music and dim lighting.

He had done a quick scan of the house, expecting to spot you near the drinks or chatting with a mutual friend, but when you were nowhere to be found, a pit of unease settled deep in his chest. His mind was already running through worst-case scenarios as he pushed through the crowd, his teasing smirk long gone.

But then—

In a quiet hallway, away from the chaos, he finally saw you.

You were sitting on the floor, leaning against the wall, a dopey, drunk smile on your face as you giggled to yourself. Relief hit him so fast it nearly made him dizzy.

Kuroo sighed, running a hand through his hair before stepping closer. “There you are. I was about to put out a missing persons report.”

You looked up, eyes lighting up the second you saw him. “Tetsu!” you cheered, holding your arms out dramatically. “I found you!”

He huffed out a laugh, crouching in front of you. “You found me? Babe, you’re the one who disappeared.”

You pouted. “Did I? I just… walked away for a second.”

“Yeah? And that ‘second’ turned into twenty minutes of me wondering if I was about to throw hands with some drunk idiot who thought they could steal you away.” He reached out, brushing his fingers against your cheek as if to reassure himself you were really there.

You leaned into his touch, humming contentedly. “Aww, Tetsu, were you worried?”

His fingers twitched, and for a moment, his usual cocky mask slipped. “…Of course, I was,” he muttered, voice barely above a whisper.

But then—before you could call him out on his rare display of vulnerability—he flicked your forehead lightly, his smirk snapping back into place.

“Do you know how embarrassing it would’ve been if I had to tell everyone my incredibly attractive, slightly reckless partner managed to get lost at a house party?” He tsked, shaking his head. “I’d never live it down.”

You giggled, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him closer. “M’sorry,” you murmured, nuzzling into his shoulder. “Didn’t mean to make you worry.”

Kuroo sighed, his grip on you tightening. “Just… stay close next time, yeah?” His voice was softer now, laced with something real, something unshakable.

You smiled, pressing a lazy kiss to his jaw. “Okay.”

He exhaled, shaking his head as he hoisted you up into his arms effortlessly. “Alright, lightweight, let’s get you home before you go missing again.”

You snuggled into his chest, sighing happily. “You’re the best.”

Kuroo smirked, pressing a quick kiss to your temple. “Yeah, yeah. Just don’t scare me like that again, trouble.”

But as he carried you out of the party, holding you like you were the most precious thing in the world, you knew the truth—Kuroo might joke about it, might tease, but deep down, he’d search anywhere for you. Always.

Bokuto had been having a great time at the party—laughing with friends, downing drinks, hyping up strangers like they were long-lost teammates—until he realized something was missing.

You.

One second, you were by his side, giggling at his ridiculous dance moves, your hand clutching his sleeve as you swayed along with him. The next? Gone.

At first, he didn’t panic. Maybe you’d gone to the bathroom or grabbed another drink. No big deal. But when five minutes turned into ten, and then fifteen, his stomach twisted uncomfortably.

His mind started racing—What if you were too drunk? What if you got lost? What if some creep was bothering you?—and suddenly, the party wasn’t fun anymore.

Bokuto weaved through the crowd, his usual loud energy dimmed by the gnawing worry in his chest. He checked the kitchen, the backyard, even peeked into a random closet (just in case).

Then, finally, in a quiet corner near the stairs, he spotted you.

You were sitting on the floor, head tilted back against the wall, a lazy, tipsy smile on your face as you stared at the ceiling. Your drink—mostly melted ice at this point—was resting precariously between your fingers, dangerously close to spilling.

Bokuto let out a deep breath, relief flooding him so fast that he nearly dropped to the floor beside you. Instead, he crouched, placing a gentle hand on your knee.

“There you are,” he murmured, voice softer than usual. “You okay, baby?”

Your eyes lit up the second you saw him, your grin widening. “Bo! I was just thinking about you!”

His brows furrowed, still searching your face for any signs of distress. “Yeah?”

“Mhm.” You nodded, lifting a wobbly finger to poke his cheek. “I was wondering where you went.”

Bokuto huffed out a laugh, shaking his head. “I was looking for you, babe. You kinda disappeared on me.”

You blinked, like the thought had never even occurred to you. “Oh.” Then you giggled. “Oops.”

Bokuto sighed, running a hand through his hair. You were clearly very drunk, and as much as he wanted to scold you for wandering off, he couldn’t bring himself to. Not when you were looking at him like he hung the moon.

Instead, he leaned in, pressing his forehead to yours with a dramatic pout. “You worried me, y’know.”

You reached up, tracing the furrow between his brows with your thumb. “I didn’t mean to.”

“I know,” he murmured, closing his eyes for a second before pulling back. “Guess I’ll just have to keep an extra close eye on you now.”

Before you could ask what he meant, he suddenly scooped you up in his arms, standing to his full height with ease.

You gasped, arms wrapping around his neck instinctively. “Bo!”

He grinned down at you, any remaining worry melting into mischief. “Since you had me running around looking for you, I think it’s only fair that you pay me back…”

You raised a brow. “And how exactly am I supposed to do that?”

Bokuto’s grin widened as he started walking—straight toward the center of the dance floor.

“By dancing with me, of course!”

Before you could protest, he spun you effortlessly, earning a squeal of laughter as he twirled you under the flashing lights. The music thumped around you, the party roaring back to life, but all you could focus on was the way Bokuto’s arms tightened around you, his eyes bright and full of love.

Maybe you had gotten lost, but somehow, you always ended up right where you belonged.

Tsukishima didn’t love parties. Too loud, too crowded, too many people acting like idiots. But he could tolerate them—for you.

He had been keeping an eye on you from across the room, letting you do your thing while he leaned against the wall, nursing his drink. But when he glanced over and saw you stiffen, your expression shifting from tipsy amusement to discomfort, his blood ran cold.

Some guy—some idiot—was way too close, leaning into your space, his hand hovering near your waist like he had any right to be there.

Tsukishima’s grip on his drink tightened. Seriously? He was right there, and this guy still had the nerve?

Annoyance flickered into something sharper, something dangerous as he pushed off the wall, making his way through the crowd with slow, deliberate steps.

He didn’t say anything at first—just slipped an arm around your shoulders, tugging you firmly into his side. His touch was casual, but his grip? Solid. Protective.

“Hey, babe,” he drawled, shooting the creep a deadpan look. “There you are. You ready to go?”

You blinked up at him, relief flashing in your eyes as you quickly caught on. “Y-Yeah.” You leaned into him, and he could feel how tense you were.

The guy had the audacity to scoff. “Oh, this is your boyfriend?” He let out a mocking laugh, clearly unimpressed. “Didn’t think you’d go for the quiet, moody type.”

Tsukishima’s golden eyes narrowed, his jaw ticking. He tilted his head slightly, feigning disinterest, but his next words came out cold, sharp as glass.

“And I didn’t think you’d be so desperate that you have to corner drunk girls at parties. Guess we’re both full of surprises.”

The guy’s smirk faltered. “What did you just say—”

Tsukishima didn’t even let him finish. He just arched a brow, looking bored. “You heard me. And unless you want me to embarrass you even more in front of everyone, I suggest you walk away.”

A tense beat passed, but then—like the pathetic coward he was—the guy scoffed, muttered something under his breath, and slinked off.

Tsukishima rolled his eyes, already turning his attention back to you. “Come on,” he murmured, steering you toward the back door. “You need air.”

—

The night was cooler outside, the music inside muffled by the closed door. You exhaled shakily, still coming down from the adrenaline.

Tsukishima didn’t say anything—just shrugged off his jacket and draped it over your shoulders before leaning against the railing beside you.

You glanced at him, surprised by the quiet gesture. “…Thanks, Kei.”

He scoffed, looking away like it was no big deal. “Don’t mention it.”

Silence settled between you, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. If anything, it felt… grounding. His presence alone was enough to calm the lingering unease in your chest.

After a moment, you leaned your head against his shoulder. He stiffened for half a second before sighing and relaxing into it, letting you stay close.

“You okay?” he murmured.

You nodded. “Better now.”

He hummed, his fingers brushing against yours before—very casually—he intertwined them.

“You really put yourself in the dumbest situations,” he muttered, his tone teasing but laced with something softer.

You smiled, squeezing his hand. “Good thing I’ve got you, huh?”

He rolled his eyes, but you didn’t miss the way his thumb absentmindedly traced over your knuckles, keeping you right where he wanted you—close.

Always close.

damn, I also actually need a Sim Jaeyun to smooch me rn 💔

lipbalm ━━ ( sjy ) .

synopsis: a kiss to change your mind 🥥 warnings! skinship ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ © jjunae

'are you listening?,' jake whined, prodding your arm with his toe. you both were in your dorm, you at your desk (attempting to study), while jake lay sprawled out on your bed. truth be told, the entire situation that was unraveling was your fault. you'd promised him a date, but instead, made him wait while you finished last-minute assignments.

'yes jake, i'm listening,' you murmured, flipping over the pages of your answer-sheets.

'when are we going to leave?,' he grumbled, sitting up straight with a jump.

'just a few more minutes, baby,' you soothingly said, to which he groaned loudly.

'you said that 30 minutes ago! i really think you need a break. we should go out, get some ice cream, walk around, and then you can come back and finish whatever's left,' he suggested, and you sighed, twirling the pencil to-and-fro between your fingers.

'i only have one question remaining, just give me a minute, yeah?,' you assured, but he shook his head.

'yn, it's obvious you're not getting any work done. you look overwhelmed, let's go out,' he said, as he slid off your bed, and tugged at your hand.

'babe, i'm literally-,' you tried, but stopped midway as you felt his lips smashed against yours. foul move, you thought, since he knew well that you were a sucker for his smooches. the taste of his lips made you fondly remember his excitement when he showed you his squirtle-shaped lipbalm, leading to a smile spreading across your face.

'get up, we're leaving,' he announced after quickly pulling away, efficiently dragging you from your seat, all the while a goofy smile lingered on your face.

'yeah... yeah okay, let's go.'

LMAOOO I DO THIS TOO HWTAGWTQHETAH2TH HE'S SO CUTE WTF 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

cutest bedsheet fixer alive 🛌🏼

❣︎ ⎯⎯ by your side .

PAIRING ! jay park x reader // GENRE ! fluff // WC. ! 0.2k

PROMPT(S) ! 1. smiling at each other from across the room ;; 8. embracing them from behind // requested by a lovely anon <3 // 2k followers event

A/N. ! hope you guys like this one :))

music surrounded your bodies as you swayed your hips to the addictive rhythm emitting from the speakers.

jay watched you from the end of the room, watching you dance happily and naturally to the music, enjoying the moment.

your eyes eventually met, and your already wide smile grew even larger, seeing your boyfriend as he was looking at you, almost mirroring your joyful expression. but after only a mere few seconds, you turned back around, aware that jay’s eyes were still very much on you and your figure.

after a few moments of enjoying the time you had dancing by yourself, everything suddenly felt much more right and complete as you felt jay’s arms snake around your waist, embracing you from behind.

he rested the side of his head on yours, both of you swaying in time with the music and with each other.

your heart filled with contentment, and you relaxed in his hold.

no words needed to be shared as all the communication was exchanged through your gazes, similar to how your eyes had exchanged particular messages just moments before. and for the remainder of the evening, you two danced in each other’s hold, never wanting to let go, and wishing this moment could last forever.

A/N. despite this one being short, i hope y’all still liked it <3 feedback and reblogs as always are rlly appreciated !! <3 love u <3

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another night, another fic of hyunjin to cry for

DRUNKEN WITH A SENSE OF LOVE | HWANG HYUNJIN.

genre | romance / drunken confessions / fake dating au

synopsis | you and hyunjin got drunk at different times, and you two took care of each other similarly. 

word count | 7.1k+

warning | mentions of insecurity / brief allusion to sexual themes / alcohol and drunkenness  

note | i changed almost everything about this.

Hyunjin has gotten himself etched to the back of your mind, and you genuinely did not like that.

You didn't blame him, though. If anything, you blame yourself for falling so head over heels for him.

For one, Hyunjin couldn’t help who falls in love with him. He couldn’t suppress his overwhelmingly good looks if he tried, which he never did. He enjoyed the positive attention, however shallow they often were. He also couldn’t put a pause on his decent personality, which came as a genuine surprise to you after you got to know him better through this fake dating scheme. You always thought beautiful people harbored the ugliest heart, out of envy and bitterness. Hyunjin wasn’t like that. You didn’t think he was, at least. 

For two, you should have known better than to fall in love with a man leagues above your selection pool. People called it self-degradation, a lack of self-esteem, having no self-worth, and whatnot. You considered it a down-to-earth trait, a reality check, understanding your limits, and whatnot. Hyunjin was a boy you should fall in love with in moderation but never utterly, ardently, absolutely. You were, unfortunately, the latter. 

For three, and this was the stupidest part, you two were temporarily dating. Hyunjin was honest when he approached you and said that his friends, at the ripe age of twenties and pursuing higher education, thought you were good enough to be the butt of a romantic joke. They had challenged him to chase you, get you into a relationship, and break your heart. It was a heinous and, frankly, childish game, but you agreed to it with him for the prize money. 

It was worth it at that time. It was easy money! Who wouldn’t want that? You didn’t feel that way now. Pretending to be in a loving relationship with him has short-term perks but long-term losses. 

Hyunjin was practically in you, etched to the back of your mind, tattooed on the inside of your skin, taken by your bloodied hands to the bottom of your grave. The degree to which your heart dropped for him was unexplainable by yourself. Therefore, having the excuse to go on dates and hold his hands in public, snuggle with him during outings with his friends, and maintain a pleasant friendship with him behind closed doors were great experiences. But when the time comes for separation, you will hurt, not merely over the breakup, but the reminder that he has never felt more for you, that your wonderful experience with him was just an experience.

Clumsy stumbling could be heard outside his apartment, and not a second later came a round of demanding knocks. Hyunjin's head perked up at the noise, his eyes wide in alert at the sudden banging. He looked at the door momentarily before finally looking over to the clock, his brows furrowing slightly at the late time. He waited to check if it could be a drunken stranger approaching the wrong door, but soon enough, another round of aggressive knocks sounded.

Holding the thought that it could just be his roommate, Han Jisung, coming back home late for yet another odd reason, and also praying inwardly that he wouldn't have to spend the night taking care of a loud, obnoxious, and very drunk Jisung, he made his way up and approached the door.

Flinging the door open, Hyunjin did a double-take before his annoyed expression morphed into one of surprise. His arm went slack against the wooden frame of the door, and he took an instinctive step forward when he saw your drunken state—your features were scrunched up in discomfort, your eyes squinted because astigmatism had taken over on your walk to the apartment building, and you were hunched over. You were not at all the way you used to look, not the way he was used to seeing you, which was always so presentable and well put together.

An amused smile appeared on his face as he eyed you up and down, wanting nothing more than to make fun of and tease you even without your ability to form the perfect retorts he has grown to be highly fond of. But you sniffed for a moment and took a step forward. In that exact second, you had Hyunjin doubling over to catch you before you could fall to the floor, concern lining up the crinkles of his eyes as he looked down at you.

"Woah, alright! Let’s stand slowly, okay?" he commanded gently, cooing at your side as if talking to a child. 

His arms curled around your shoulder and waist with a protective grip, and he hoisted your weight by supporting you with his own. Pulling you into the apartment, he shut the door slowly with his feet before returning his attention to you, hoping to bring you to the couch where you could lie down and rest.

“Jeez, babe, how much did you drink?” he laughed, dragging your unresponsive body along with him.

You groaned lowly, trying your best to hold down the acidic taste rushing at the back of your mouth. You wouldn’t know it, but this was not what you had planned for the night. Your friends did their job sending you home safely. Who would have thought you’d leave your apartment shortly after just to stumble to Hyunjin’s home? It was a short distance from your place, but what a miracle you made it without any major accidents! And what a disaster you made it to his home while being high on alcoholic honesty!

You snapped your head up. You were at the perfect angle to stare at his side profile, allowing you the premium shot of his perfect jawline, luscious locks, beautiful lashes, button tip of his nose, and just the most kissable lips you have ever seen. A grimace reached your face. It was an instinctive response. His good looks indeed couldn’t hide even behind the blurriest of eyes. You thought if you lied to your body enough, your mind would follow, so you grimaced whenever you looked at him, hoping to start disliking him. It hasn’t worked. 

"Hwang Hyunjin,” you muttered.

He chuckled. “Yes. That is me."

You gulped, still staring at him. Then, as you lowered your eyes to the floor, you leisurely suggested what’s been on your mind recently, “We should break up."

Of all the things you have done within these few months of him meeting you, including you agreeing to help him lie to his friends about this fake dating challenge to punching someone in the face for shaming his impulsive sex life, which you weren’t surprised he has, this one caught him off guard the most. This one also made him panic. It was fear, like sweaty hands and dry lips, like his mind racing with terrible thoughts, racing with made-up reasons as to why you would want that, racing with every single action he has done that could be counted as a mistake.

"Wh–what? Why do you–why? Why are we breaking up? We are fine. I didn't do anything–did I do something?" Hyunjin stuttered, unconsciously tightening his grip on your body before he let out a gentle but firm whisper, "No."

“I know, I am sorry. I don’t know–I’m just sorry,” you slurred, long stopped looking at him and instead was now leaning your entire weight against him like a wall. Your hands waved about in the air. "You are mad at me, aren't you? Of course–“ you snorted obnoxiously–“it’s a lot of money! I’ll pay you. Break up with me, don’t be mad.”

Hyunjin stared at you as you laughed manically. It sounded choked up, like you’ve got wet coughs prepared in your throat, but he could tell you were far from shedding tears, unlike good ol’ sensitive him, who remained in a state of anxiety and was still trying to process why you brought up separation. It wasn’t time for the fake dating to end. It was nowhere near it! To suggest breaking up so early must mean something was wrong with him, but what was? He couldn’t tell! To think he was just losing his mind over what to do once it was time for this fake relationship to end. 

“Hyunjin,” you called him once when you noticed his silence. Looking up at him, you furrowed your brows and reached up to brush his face clumsily with your hand, pushing your fingertips against his skull. “Hyunjin? Hey. Answer me. Hey. Hello. Hyunjin!”

He leaned away from your aggressive touch, his shoulders relaxing at your playful antics. A smile formed uncontrollably on his lips when you doubled down on smearing your hands all over his face after his dodges. He was left haplessly struggling between missing your direct eyeball pokes and keeping you from falling to the ground. You grinned out loud; he mirrored it, and he didn’t hear the sound of your laughs mixing together because he hears it all the time.

“You are very drunk, [Name],” he managed to comment after grabbing both of your hands and keeping them at his face level. His tight-lipped smile sparkled when you attempted a struggle, like a parent reprimanding their child, then he moved your hands to your face and squeezed your cheeks together. Your lip jutted out in response. He leaned in to kiss your cupid’s bow. “You’re being silly. Let’s get you cleaned up and back to bed.”

The frown on your face made him nervous. His hands slowly slipped from your face, and your hands fell to your sides. You remained silent, and he let the clogs in your brain move. Your thoughts weren’t clear. The only thing you were sure of was that the man standing before you was Hwang Hyunjin, your temporary boyfriend, and you’d spent the whole night trying to drink your feelings for him away. You came to his apartment for a reason—you needed to break up with him for your own good.

“No, I can’t go to bed yet. I have something to do.” You yawned and waved an arm dismissively. You spoke before you finished yawning, leaving your words hanging in the air in slow motion. “I came to tell you something.”

Hyunjin’s hands curled into fists. He let go, tightened them, and let go again to alleviate the sweat gathering at his palms. You were surprisingly hell-bent on the topic, which led him to believe it went beyond a moment of drunkenness. It must have been a conclusion formed long ago, and you have just now mustered the courage to let him know. But why? What did he do? What did he not do? 

He was more than nervous, if there was a word to describe the state of his heart. This was more than a personal problem, which he admittedly still has to work through, but far more significant than himself was you—his feelings for you, his immense affection for you, the fact that he loved you the way you warned yourself not to love him but did anyway. It wasn’t your fault. Your observant eyes, your sincerity, your care for him. It wasn’t your fault. He fell in love with you of his own accord.

If you left him, he would be like a dog without a leash, a dog without an owner. He would wander aimlessly, filled with rage and dread, sniffing every darkened corner for a whiff of your scent. 

“Are you breaking up with me?” he asked meekly. 

You sucked in a deep breath to counter your congested chest, then you shook your head in agreement. “Yes.” 

You were very drunk. He shouldn’t take your words into consideration. “That’s fine,” he said as he stepped toward you, “can we get cleaned up and go to bed anyway? It’s very late.”

“No, I don’t want you touching me anymore.” You stepped back dramatically and hugged yourself into a protective stance. “It’s for the better.” 

He wondered what that meant. Were you repulsed by him? Did you finally realize how disgusting his inability to stay away from sexual and romantic validation was? Were you ashamed to be associated with him because of his impulsive behavior? He was only good for a short time; did you come to that realization? You were too good for him. He always knew that.

Hyunjin retreated his hand from mid-air. His hands met before his abdomen, his fingers immediately picking at each other as he uncomfortably shifted his weight. The corner of his lips arched downward at your rejection, but he tried to keep them neutral so he wouldn’t be influenced into crying. There wasn’t much else he could do with himself if being near you was no longer an option. He looked lost and wronged; he felt so.

“[Name], did I do something?” he asked, rubbing his elbow awkwardly. “Why do you suddenly want to break up with me?”

You blinked at a random space on the wall. Sitting below your sight was a messy square table with unwashed cups, scattered papers, and a closed laptop. Even in a state of haze, you knew they didn’t belong to him. Hyunjin was more organized than that. He told you once it made his school experience much easier to have everything in one place: his computer, which you knew he often kept in his school bag. You sniffed; you knew him like the back of your hand. 

“I can’t tell you,” you replied slowly, not looking at him. “It’s a secret.” 

Hyunjin tilted his head. “I won’t tell anyone, I promise.” 

He sounded convincing, so you gradually moved your eyes to access him. Standing in front of you, timid as a mouse, was Hwang Hyunjin. You knew that, and you knew that your secret was to be kept from him. Yet, somehow, all that did not register once you were engaged in a conversation with him. He was Hyunjin, just a person you were talking to. If he promised not to tell, then it should be fine. 

“You promise?” you asked. 

Hyunjin nodded. “I promise.” 

You pouted with a glare, willing him to waver and show any sign of deception, but he stood his ground and waited for you to expose your deepest and darkest feelings to him. A faint grumble sounded from your mouth. You looked around briefly to check for any eavesdroppers before you walked a few tentative steps toward him, and you confessed, “I’m in love with you.” 

It was like a shot through the heart, and the shot was aimed so successfully that the organ tore off its hinges and fell to his abdomen where his hands fiddled nervously with each other. It may be asking for an exit out of his body, it may be seeking its new owner, or it may come knocking boldly at your mouth and ask to fit inside you. Hyunjin remained perplexed at your confession. The confession had a bitter taste; he wasn’t sure what to make of it or if he deserved it from someone like you. 

“[Name]…” 

“I’m sorry,” you apologized. “I am very in love with you. It’s stupid.” 

He couldn’t tell, but you understood, despite a fogged mind, that letting him know your affection for him was a cause for your demise. Your emotions were in a whirlwind, collecting up the fragments of all the heart pieces you've broken because of Hyunjin and how you had confronted yourself multiple times with your own delusions that this wouldn't be like the movies. He would never fall in love with you just because you two got closer from months of fake dating.

Even then, he was empathetic to your body language, especially how much they mirrored his. His shoulders slumped at how you turned away from him to trail your attention off somewhere safer, where he wasn’t in your sight. Registering his beautiful face was hard for you because you couldn’t have him; processing his existence and your proximity to him was difficult because you could never have him. You turned away from him to further signify to yourself the assumed truth, your trembling fingers pulling at each other to avoid an awkward standstill. 

Hyunjin was etched to the back of your brain. He was overwhelming, and he was far away. Unable to contain the sudden reminder that you were never going to get over him, a rush of tears started to tremble their way up to your eyes. Your face scrunched without remorse, and your head dropped near your shoulders alarmingly quickly that it startled him.

“I love you, I’m so sorry,” you sobbed. It made him panic. “Please break up with me.” 

“Why are we breaking up if you love me, silly?” he forced a laugh once he approached you. 

His lanky arms were clumsy and gentle after he pulled at his sweater sleeves to wipe your tears. They hovered awkwardly over your face, gauging how much strength to use to effectively dry your eyes but not push you any further away from him. He cooed a bunch of nonsense, but they were sweet like sleepy kisses on your hands. Eventually, he cupped your face and wiped your eyes with his thumbs. You let him; he made you laugh when he apologized for using too much force, even though he never did. 

“You don’t love me, Hyunjin,” you muttered. 

“Nonsense,” he retorted within a second, “who said that?”

You didn’t reply, so he stood with his arms raised for a whole minute while you leaned the weight of your head against his palms. He thought it terribly horrific that he ought to remember the shape of your face with his slender fingers because of his inability to sew his skin into yours. If his hands were like superglue, he could be attached to you forever—your face, your features, you, his most favorite thing in the world. His hands would burn, but what of it? Better you scorch him than to never be touched by you at all. 

“Hyunjin,” you called when you were finished zoning out.

“Mhm?” 

“I love you. I’m sorry,” you said. “I’m so ugly.” 

Growing up being valued for his beautiful features taught him to devalue it. He didn’t care for it. He wouldn't cry about it if he were to earn a permanent scar across his face. Yet, even then, if he were to have one, he was sure people would rave about how the scar ruined his face rather than talk about how he obtained it. Except for you. You’d ask about it, like you always asked everything about him. 

The kind of person you were, his most favorite person in the world—you were detailed like that, and you made him feel an essence of humanity others didn’t. With you, he wasn’t ethereal, he wasn’t a God, he wasn’t an angel fallen to Earth. He didn’t have to be because you never put him on some miraculous pedestal. He was just Hwang Hyunjin; his favorite food is his mother’s cooking, he makes clumsy mistakes and looks funny when he does, and he enjoys making art. 

Not a model, not God’s favorite, not pretty. Just a boy, and he’s in love with you.

“Okay,” he said, “I’m ugly too.” 

He didn’t deny your false claims; you were the prettiest he had ever known, but only he needed to know that. When there comes a time for him to praise and worship your physical body, he will. For now, there wasn’t anything much he wanted to say in return. Just that he was the same as you. 

Your souls didn’t collide that way, obviously. You two were completely different people with varying hobbies and friend groups. However, Hyunjin was willing to chase you like Hell to meet where you were. There wasn’t anything he wanted to be if he couldn’t be it with you. Whatever you are, he is.

There was another long pause. Hyunjin patiently waited, tender eyes concentrated on each crevice of your face as he stroked your stained cheeks with his thumb. You didn’t say anything more, only slapping your hands over his and pulling them from your face. He thought you were moving away, but you took a step forward instead and dove into his arms. You hugged him around his neck, hanging off him like a sloth. He chuckled, swaying you side to side. You were tired, he knew. 

“It’s getting late, baby,” he whispered, leaning back to watch your closed eyes and laughing. He ran a hand through your hair multiple times, getting a clearer view of your face. “Let’s clean up and go to bed, okay?”

You groaned and muttered in response. He didn’t hear what you said. He kept sweeping your hair back. Supporting you with his weight, you were heavy, but he didn’t mind. You wouldn’t be able to change your clothes by yourself, so he would help you. It’d be sloppy and slow, and he wouldn’t mind. You would take up most of the bed, sprawled out without a clue that you weren’t sleeping in your apartment. Your body heat would scratch up a fever in him, and he wouldn’t mind. He enjoyed taking care of you. 

Staring at him as he stroked your hair, you pouted before uttering three familiar words, “I love you.” 

Hyunjin smiled. Whatever you are, he is. He kissed your nose and your eyes. He told you he loves you too.

It was one of those nights when Hyunjin couldn’t spend time with you, and you were unreasonably disappointed about it.

You slouched atop the couch you got at a flea market, which Hyunjin had to convince you to get after repeatedly reassuring you that there wouldn’t be any actual fleas hiding in the creases. This uncomfortable position resulted from five hours of continuous mumbling about how you should not be upset that Hyunjin didn’t choose to spend the night with you, which he had done the past few weeks. He has been somewhat clingy lately, and you couldn’t imagine why. You thought your act was good. There was no way his friends doubted you. 

This could be the calm before the storm. Even though you two had concocted a detailed timeline for your fake dating, you wouldn’t be surprised if Hyunjin abruptly cut it short. If that was true, his current sweetness was nothing more than a buildup to a dramatic and convincing breakup. 

Pouting in dismay, you rolled up the bag of chips and reached for the tea table beside you, your fingertips wiggling to graze past the black binder clip you used to keep the plastic bag sealed. Amid your frustrated groaning, still refusing to get your ass off the couch even after more than ten seconds of struggling, the doorbell suddenly rang, and coming after that were loud bangs at your door.

A shiver ran down your spine as you snapped your head toward the direction of the noise, your brows rising abruptly at the fearful intrusion. Slowly throwing your chip bag on the table, you stood up and tip-toed your way over to the door where you pressed your hands to the wooden surface and carefully looked through the peephole.

A gasp caught in your throat when you saw Hyunjin’s face standing just a few inches away from the circle as if leaning against the door for support. You immediately moved out and unlocked your door, swinging it open to reveal him fully. Taking a good look at his face before he started to throw his little drunken tantrum—messy hair, concentrated brows, droopy eyelids, and a general look of discomfort—you concluded that he definitely has been downing more shots than he could handle.

“What happened to you?” 

You stepped up to put your hands on either side of his arm, carefully bringing him into your apartment. He stumbled with most of his weight straining on your shoulder. There were so many stutters in his steps that you almost dragged him into a fall with you on your way to the couch. After setting him down, he snorted at the cushy feeling of your couch. It took him a while to process the new environment, and then he arched his neck to find you. 

Hyunjin could barely make out your face. He couldn’t even be sure if he went to your apartment, but subconsciously, he could tell he was at your place. He felt it in your timid touches just now, and whatever scent he whiffed out of the air, it smelt like you. Licking his lower lip as his worries slowly faded away and his attention—as much as he could muster—returned, he mumbled a string of incoherent noises under his breath before he, much to your palpitating heart’s dismay, pulled you onto the couch next to him. 

He got on top of you; his legs had to bend in weird ways to accommodate the small couch, and he placed his palms on either side of your head to trap you under him. You felt heat forming on your cheeks as you shrunk beneath his shadow, your eyes widening at the proximity. Hyunjin has never done this before. The closeness wasn’t new, but the position of it was. Being under him was an unbelievable feeling. He looked beautiful, and his toned muscles became more visible by supporting his own weight. How your thoughts were smeared! You doubted your body would forget how well he could cage you in. 

Hyunjin stared at you with a low, drunken hum. Then, suddenly, he leaned down to meet your face. 

“[Name],” he started, lowering his head tiredly to your shoulder, “you wanted to break up with me?”

You blinked up at the ceiling, confused, but you figured it could be the alcohol talking for him, so you chose to disregard all the questions that popped into your head. Holding out your arms to push against his chest, you attempted to sit up. “I don’t want to break up with you, Hyunjin.”

He seemed to be processing your answer as he allowed you to set him aside and give yourself more space. You sat quietly next to him, letting him have the time to think over what he wanted to say. The thoughtful pout on his face told you it was difficult for him to use his brain, but it looked cute enough that you almost took a picture to tease him about it once he got sober. You wondered if his response would be nonsense as well.

“Why do you want to break up with me?” he whispered, causing you to sigh. He hasn’t heard you, after all. His lips were pursed into a frown, and his eyes were squinted to show that he was very close to leaking a few tears down his cheeks, but you couldn’t read between the lines and realize what his despair meant. Hands fiddling with the hem of his shirt, he abruptly turned to you and sniffed. “You can’t do that to me. I won’t–I won’t let you do that to me.” 

You tilted your head to the side, your brows constantly furrowed. Where was he getting this idea from? You tried to recall any off-handed comments you made. Still, they were primarily directed elsewhere and never at your fake relationship. You’ve never said anything bad about him, not to him, and never behind his back. There wasn’t anything outstandingly mean to say anyway, so what sprung this on? 

Returning to reality, your head faintly shook as you looked up at Hyunjin to ask his drunken state about the reason behind this outburst. Your eyes widened instead when you saw he had taken his shirt off, the lump of fabric discarded on the floor carelessly. Heat blossomed at the base of your neck, and you felt your joints sour in panic; seriously, what sprung this on! This was a much bigger issue than drunkenness! 

When you noticed his hands reaching to the belt of his jeans, you immediately lunged toward him and circled his wrists to stop his movements. Your panic became a surprised concern at his need to strip naked in your apartment. You doubted he wanted to show you his body. Even if he did, this wasn’t how you wanted to do it. 

Moving his hands away, you urged, “No. We’re not doing that.”

“No, I have to! I have to!” 

He snatched his hands away from yours and dove to unbuckle his belt again. His movements grew increasingly frustrated the more you blocked his attempt to remove his pants. You were annoying, but he wasn’t angry at you. He was scared. He wasn’t getting what he wanted, and he thought you might leave him if he didn’t show you what he could offer. It scared him that you didn’t want to see him whole, so eventually, he began to sob. 

“I have to show you, [Name]. Please let me!” Hyunjin whined, hands tugging harshly at each other by his chest.

“You don’t have to show me anything,” you assured as you grabbed a few tissues from the tea table. You dabbled softly at his eyes. “Come on, let’s put your clothes back on.”

Tears rolled down his cheeks like knives against your skin. He felt uncomfortable at this unfamiliar sequence. Things usually go smoothly after he reveals himself. Nobody has ever refused to see him, so why did you? What about himself was so repulsive that you couldn’t take one look at his bare skin? Why didn’t you love him back? 

“No.” he slurred, then paused to catch his breath. 

The moment of calm was gone too soon. His hands reached up to ruffle his hair in a frenzy. His heart hammering against his chest, yet his brain wasn’t sane enough to understand what the sudden panic was about, just that it had something to do with you. That obliviousness, as a result, was making him even more agitated.

“You need to love me again!” he exclaimed, eyes brimming with unknown tears. “People love me when I take my clothes off. You need to love me again!” 

A puff of air slowly made its way out of your half-parted lips. You could feel the stretching of your heartstrings. Hyunjin cried as he shrank into himself, his arms going around his cold body for a sense of comfort, and the sight toyed with your head by sending waves of deep anguish like mere laps of the ocean. The feeling deranged you—to realize Hyunjin experiences such a level of hopelessness and loneliness was heartbreaking. More importantly, you felt ignorant of his problems. You should have been a better friend, perhaps even a better lover.

“Hey,” you called out gently as you scooted toward him. You brought one hand up to his face to direct his eyes to you. You smiled softly when you found that he was opening his squinted eyes to stare back. “I’m going to get something, so wait here for me, okay?”

He sniffed, tasting the tears rolling down his mouth, and nodded. You rubbed his cheek with your thumb, ever so gingerly placing a hand at the small of his back, hoping to calm him down, but it turned out Hyunjin had a thought of his own. After feeling the warmth of your hand, he took it as a sign that you wanted to hug him, so he obliged immediately by wrapping his arms around your torso and putting his head on your shoulder.

You breathed a small chuckle when he made weird noises after finding a space at the crook of your neck. The transition from him throwing a tantrum to having a mini panic attack to being the clingiest person you have ever met was amusing. As was the transition from your mind being filled with annoyance and confusion to having your feelings torn into shreds to breathing out a chuckle. It was entertaining, and the fact that Hyunjin could bring out so many different aspects of your emotions was undeniably endearing.

He was that kind of person. He has always been. More than beautiful, he was expressive, selfless, and tender-minded. Watching him allowed you to live an emotional life vicariously. All the things you ignored in the past because of mental stress were repainted in colors by his hands. The movie you never watched, the ice cream you never tried, the districts you never visited, and the fireworks show you never stayed for—everything meant something to Hyunjin, so everything meant something to you. 

To him, love was a grave of sacrifices. Of his time, his space, his body, and his mind. He was willing to give, and he has given you all except one. You wouldn’t know any of it. 

You moved to the back of the couch, cautiously pressing your back up against the edge. Hyunjin followed you, shifting his position so he lay stuffed against your chest with your arms around his shoulders. His fingers played with each other shyly on top of his bare chest as he looked around your apartment absentmindedly. He couldn’t register anything but the fabric of your clothes and how small you made him feel. 

He finally looked at you after a moment. His cries had long ceased and left only trails of dry tears on his dearest cheeks. With his eyelashes still wet, glittering beautifully in the air, he blinked, his eyes widening after he found out you had been looking down at him. Suddenly, he grinned childishly with a hint of sun hidden in his smile. “What are you looking at?”

You hummed, finding Hyunjin utterly irresistible even with his tear-stained cheeks and slurred laughter. He was all messy and puzzling, but your heart pushed against itself to give him space to stay inside. “I’m looking at you, silly.” 

“Oh, you’re looking at me.” He giggled, covering half his face with his hands and shutting his eyes shyly. He squirmed around in your arms, but not once did he move far enough to not feel you against him. When he was done, he returned back to the original position, and he peeked an eye through the gap between his fingers. He laughed. “ I am looking at you too.”

“I know you are,” you said, fingers threading through his feathery locks with serenity, and a smile so heartwarming that Hyunjin couldn’t help but focus his sight on it.

“Why?” he asked, his eyes shaky.

You pursed your lips together and shrugged. “I can’t tell you. It is a secret.”

Hyunjin’s gaze hardened naively, a gasp ripping through his throat as he leaned back against your hand. “Tell me! I promise I won’t tell anyone else.”

“You promise?” 

“I promise!” he exclaimed, sitting up slightly and bumping his forehead against your chin. He burst into a fit of giggles then, rubbing his forehead for a while before reaching the same hand out to touch your chin sloppily. “I’m sorry, I hit your face.”

“It's okay,” you said, your thumb soothing against the spot he had bumped into you. “But you promise me you can keep a secret? It’s very important!”

He nodded eagerly. “I promise!”

“Okay,” you said as you looked up at the sky, pretending to think. “The reason why I am looking at you is really simple. It is because I love you.”

You glanced back down at him to find him looking at you in astonishment. He licked his lower lip. His mind cleared a little for the first time, and he felt all of the universe that was your body pressed close to him. Beyond that, there were more minor things. Your heart beat faster than his, making him chase after you like a madman; the warmth of your skin equated to the warmth he manually cultivated in his bed by stacking multiple blankets together, an attempt to replicate your presence at night; your soft voice, going through his blurry ears, sounded like the subconscious voice he hears all the time. Maybe his subconscious was all just you.

Those were all fragments of proof of how much he loved you. To think you returned his feelings—he didn’t know what to think. 

“Really?” He sounded so surprised. It was almost heartbreaking.

“Yes,” you nodded, “even when we both have clothes on.” 

He looked down and touched your shirt. “Oh, you are wearing a shirt.”

“Yes, I am.”

He gazed at it briefly before, with an invisible shrug, leaned his cheek against your chest. “You’re warm. I like it.”

You smiled, feeling like your lips were about to extend out of your cheeks to become wider. “You’re cold because you took your shirt off!”

He scoffed and said nothing. Hyunjin was unguarded and half-stripped before you, chastely snuggling up against your chest while slurred words spilled out of his mouth like a mantra. You didn’t try to understand him; he wasn’t looking to have a conversation. You just wanted to lay together without a thought or a worry. Occasionally, he would sit up just to look at your face, then hum and lay back down, continuing to rot. 

It was such a wondrous thing.

“Do you want to wash up and go to bed?” you asked. “Are you tired?” 

“No. I want to stay here. I like it here.” 

Hyunjin let out a dreamy sigh. He threw his head back with a smile, his hair hitting your jaw and sprawled over the crook of your neck. He tilted his head then, letting it fall along your shoulder. His eyes were closed with bliss, and he laughed to himself. When he opened his eyes, there was only the shadow of your side profile, which was good for him. He wanted to kiss the skin, filled with close-up bumps and blemishes. It was a side profile he’ll know for the rest of his life, and he’ll whisper ‘I love you’ to a million times. 

“I have a secret to tell you,” he mentioned.

You raised a brow, intrigued, and urged him to continue, “What is it?”

He bit his lower lip and scurried off your body. You sat up straighter then, watching as he stumbled over to the front door for the bag he discarded on the ground. He crouched to pull a small notebook out easily before returning to you. He stopped by the couch, his eyes concentrated as he stared at the notebook's cover. Then, without another word, he dropped back onto your body and made you wrap your arms around him like before. 

“I draw you all the time. In my sketchbook.” 

He grinned out loud in the same way you would grin at him. His fingers played with the blank pages before, finally, he arrived at one filled with traces of his pencil. You gasped. He wasn’t spilling nonsense. The page was filled with beautiful sketches of your face, and so was the next one and the next. He kept flipping his notebook, and everywhere you could find pieces of yourself dotted out sincerely by his hand. 

They didn’t look to come from memories, but they were definitely from moments not even you could remember. But Hyunjin remembered everything because he detailed it all in the lines. His inability to not consume all of you tied his hands together and made you his ultimate muse. Almost unconsciously, for a while, the only thing he knew to draw was you. If he didn’t, he wouldn’t know how else to pour you out of his mind. 

It was overwhelming, and you could see that. He was showing you all his blood work: mornings spent missing you with the tip of a crooked pencil, afternoons spent recalling your features in his head, nights spent tracing your face with his lead-filled fingers under a desk lamp. If he could inhale these sketches of you into his bloodstream and poison himself with those images, leaving an organ tattoo of your presence, he would. 

“I love this one,” he said, pointing at a full-body sketch of you. “I was waiting for you at the coffee shop, and you were walking towards me. I love it. I was so excited to see you. I memorized what you wore.” 

This sketchbook stayed with him all the time; he felt like he was bringing you with him, like a kid refusing to let go of their blanket. You wouldn’t know anything about that. The beautiful boy in your arms admired you constantly, from the farthest corner of his soul to the tip of his button nose, and you wouldn’t know anything about it. 

“I draw you all the time,” he added. “I will never forget what you look like, but I always want to remember.” 

The implications of that didn’t fly over your head. His addition to telling you the truth disabled your ability to attribute the fact that he draws you in his free time to him being artistic. But more than being afraid of rejection, you feared a mutual connection. The only thing worse than you finding Hyunjin loveable was him finding that you were as well. 

“Do you know why?” he asked, looking at you expectantly. 

You wavered. You hadn’t spoken since he showed you his sketches. “Why?”

Hyunjin stared at you. Within the drunken fog of his eyes, there was earnestness. “Because I love you too.”

You didn’t know what to say, and you wouldn’t. There was solace in choosing to believe that he didn’t mean it. When tomorrow arrives, and he returns sober, you wouldn’t speak of this conversation at all. When night comes tomorrow, and he’s had a full day of rest, Hyunjin would vividly recall how you took care of him and told him you loved him, and he would draw you again. 

“Do you like them?”

His question snapped you out of your trance. Your sight blurred through a sudden quake before it focused on his face. Hyunjin pouted, his fingers tapping patiently at his notebook for your response. You softened with love and squeezed him in a hug, a smile blooming on your face. 

“I’ve never liked anything more,” you complimented, “except for you!”

His legs kicked when you nuzzled your face to the back of his neck. His heart filled, like the sun could fill up a piece of land and the moon could fill up a river, and in return for his joy, he let out a boisterous laugh. He didn’t hear how it sounded with yours. Still, it was such a wondrous thing. Your love was such a wondrous thing.

𝗜𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀: 𝗘𝗻𝗵𝘆𝗽𝗲𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗳𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗮𝘀𝗹𝗲𝗲𝗽 𝘂𝗻𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗶𝗰𝗲𝗮𝗯𝗹𝘆

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴: 𝗻𝗼𝗻𝗲,𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗱 𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗽

𝗺𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝗺𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁

― Heeseung 

He would be busy playing his game before finally closing his laptop to call it a day. A small smile made its way to his lips as the sight of your head hanging down, sitting across from him with your hands still glued to your keyboard. You had told him that you’ll be doing some work but never would he expect to find you dozing off. He would definitely stare at your sleeping face, admiring your beauty and peaceful face, before deciding to wiggle you lightly and telling you to sleep on the bed. You would whine and give him a sleepy blank look which only made his grin wider at how adorable you look. He would end up pulling and leading you to the bed, tucking you nicely and kissing your forehead a goodnight rest.

― Jay 

Fancy dinners were quite often with Jay and the both of you would find yourself enjoying the date until late night. Jay had promised to pick something up from a friend while you waited for him in the car after the said dinner. He would apologize to you when he opened the door, hurriedly placing the item at the back and wearing his seatbelt. When there was no response, he noticed your already sleeping figure, your head slightly tilted to the headrest. Jay would feel a bit guilty and would help by slowly adjusting the seat’s position so that you would lean comfortably. When he saw the little smile on your face, he would melt instantly. He would also make sure to drape a jacket on your lap over your dress and turn on the car heater.

― Jake

Picnics with Jake happen very often when the weather is nice. Sometimes, he would bring Layla with him and you would watch them run and play at the field of grass with a big grin. Today, it was just the both of you, laying down and watching the clouds from below. The sun was slightly sunny but the cool breeze made up for the temperature. Jake would talk and talk while spotting different shapes of clouds in the sky but when he turned, you had already closed your eyes in a deep sleep on his arms. He gets all giddy at how precious you were and would slowly face you, stroking your head lovingly. He closed his eyes in content, feeling your healing presence before he himself would slowly drift into dreamland with you.

― Sunghoon 

The sensation of his legs becoming numb began creeping but Sunghoon tried his hardest to not move as your head was lying on his lap. He called out to you, asking what you’d like to eat for takeout while focusing on his phone. When you don’t answer, he looks down to see you fast asleep. Sunghoon would go rigid, confused on what to do next. But seeing you comfortably sleeping, he can’t help but smile, slowly moving your phone away so that you’ll rest better. He would cringe at how you would stir when he did it but glad you had moved to snugly move closer to his lap. Though he enjoys it, he begins to contemplate whether to let you sleep or wake you up before his legs go numb.

― Sunoo

The both of you would be cuddling on the sofa, watching a comedy movie together. Blankets and snacks well prepared with the lights off makes the perfect atmosphere for a movie night as well as inducing drowsiness. Sunoo would laugh at a scene, turning his head to see your reaction only to find you already asleep, your head resting snuggly on his shoulder. He would not miss this opportunity and took a picture of your sleeping face, sneaking a little selfie of him with you as well. He would place the picture in a dedicated folder in his gallery on his phone. He would giggle to himself while staring at the picture at how cute you were before proceeding to let you rest, pull the blankets closer to you and lower the volume of the movie.

― Jungwon 

He suggested that the both of you should study at the school library for the upcoming exams. Jungwon was so focused on his readings that he failed to notice that you had dozed off, arms folded over the table facing him. When he turned to ask you a question, he was surprised to say the least but a small laugh made its way at the way your mouth was slightly agape, eyebrows furrowed together. He decided to lay down as well, arms folded and facing your sleeping face. He would trace his fingertips over your features. He would let you sleep longer until you woke up with a cup of coffee prepared by Jungwon. He would pet your head and lovingly stare at your sleepy face sipping on the coffee, telling you how you had deserved a nice rest.

― Ni-ki 

The bus ride home was slightly bumpy with only a few passengers occupying the space. Ni-ki was surprised to feel a weight on his shoulder, turning to see you already sleeping. Ni-ki smiled to himself. At times like this, he would take a picture of your sleeping face and teased you when you woke up. But the both of you had spent the whole day at the amusement park which in turns, also made him a little sleepy as well. He would slowly rest his head on top of yours, watching out the window of the night view of the streets as it passed by. His last thoughts when he closed his eyes were how happy you made him today and how much he looks forward to the next day with you.