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HEESEUNG

after pondering about it for a while— would be patient, waiting for the right time to say his flirting line to you.

would watch you from afar as you walk, following your trajectory— like some kind of stalker — looking for the moment there would be no one around you. 

then, when it comes, his shoulder would ‘accidentally’ bump into yours and make you, sort of dramatically, stumble on the side. the only reason you would not fall face flat on the ground would be his hand around your arm. 

“i’m so sorry,” he would tell you, with his hand on his heart and all.

you would smile at him and he would blush, “i’m fine,” you would assure him, like you knew exactly what he wanted. 

“oh, yes, you are” he would smirk. 

JAY

this guy would spend days looking for a good pick up line to use on you because he would read somewhere that it could work well. 

would be so content of himself when he finds one. would lean on his chair with his arms crossed and satisfied sigh leaving his broad chest— would also nod in almost comedic way.

a day, would come sit next to you then stay silent for a while. 

his phone’s screen would appear in front of your face suddenly, a warm smile would be drawn on his face, “all the good pick up lines were taken but you aren’t” he would softly say. “mind if i get your number?”

and, no, you would not mind at all.

JAKE

as the hopeless romantic and pathetically dramatic guy that he is, the chance that he would not choose the most dramatic one he knows or can find would be truly little— nonexistent even. 

would fall right at your feet, literally, because he has no shame at all when it comes to that burning attraction he has for you, and would stay on the floor for a long time. 

you would have to lower yourself to check if he is even breathing, you would poke his cheek, “are you okay?” 

the sight of his breathtaking smile would make your stomach tighten as he would look up to you. he would run his hand in his hair like those guys in romance japanese comics. 

“i’m okay,” he would affirm. “just fell in love with you,” then he would wink.

SUNGHOON

would wait until he secured an actual real and true date with you before trying any pick up lines. 

on a sunny day, would come pick you up for your date without really telling you where you are going, so you will find yourself following him around without knowing much at all. 

“sunghoon,” you would call him gently and he would turn to look at you with a fond look, “where are we going?”

would actually want to respond to you at the moment, but he would be hit with the realization that he can do the smoothest thing ever known to mankind in that exact moment. 

“i’d like to take you to the movies but they don’t let you bring your own snacks in,” this insane man would tell you, “so, what about the aquarium?” 

SUNOO

would be so sweet about it. with fondness in his eyes, would look at you from the corner of his eyes not so discreetly— gathering the courage to speak up. 

would watch you scroll through your phone as you stand beside him, so pretty and so warm, would be unable to take his eyes off of you.

when, maybe by telepathically calling from him, you get off your phone and look at him, his face would welcome your eyes with a soft smile that you would return. shyly, would speak up, “di-did you fall into a pile of sugar?” he would ask. 

his shyness and nervousness would mirror the pink in his chubby cheeks when you would give him a confusing look, “because you look super sweet,” and would proceed to get full red in the face immediately. 

you would need to tell him that it’s really cute as he hides his face with his hands. 

JUNGWON

would stare at you shamelessly for at least ten hot minutes, knowing well that it makes you flustered. his flirting would be so raw and obvious, and he would not even care about it. 

now, the pick up line use would be just for the sake of teasing you more, to get a cute reaction out of you. would bite into bait-like questions when you would ask him what is wrong with him. 

he would shrug, “i was just wondering if you were tired,” and there would be his butterflies sending smirk. “you know, ‘cause you have been running through my mind all day,” 

stopping at one would be too great to be true, would add some more when you blush, “i mean, angels are supposed to be in heaven. how’d you escape?” and would laugh when you would  kick his caf. 

RIKI

although he is the king of flirting, all of his abilities would vanish in front of you. 

would have asked his friends how to properly flirt with the girl he likes and wants to ask out, which would be not helpful in the slightest. so, he would have to ask the internet. 

unfortunately for him, his heart would start beating in his ears at the thought of using a pick up line on you alone, but dear god, he would want you so bad that he would be ready to do anything. 

even using stupid pick up lines for something as simple as your socials. 

would approach you while you are alone, so the situation would be less embarrassing, coughing to get both your attention and his voice out, “c-can i get your instagram?”  

when you would look at him, would be with his fist in front of his mouth, blushing and looking away like in teen romance while he shows you his phone.  “my parents always told me to follow my dreams.”

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This is Not The End - Hee (이희승)

You fall sick right before a big trip with your friends, and your boyfriend tries to comfort you ꒰ wc: 1.0k꒱

[pairing] bf! heeseung x fem! reader [genre] established relationship, fluff, hurt/comfort ff [warnings] none!

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With a heavy sigh, you disconnected from the FaceTime call with your friends, reluctantly disconnecting from the lively atmosphere on the other side. While a part of you was genuinely glad they were having a great time, an undercurrent of disappointment coursed through your veins, aching to be a part of those cherished moments. 

The past week undoubtedly marked the worst and most challenging days of your life. You and your friends had anticipated this planned trip for months now, eagerly counting down the days until its long-awaited arrival. You guys were all excited to have one last adventure together that would mark the end of your highschool careers. And, as fate would have it, lucky old you broke down with a fever just a day before the designated date. To compound your misery, what truly weighed on your heart was the fact that your boyfriend had insisted on staying behind and taking care of you. Heeseung was looking forward to this trip as much as you did, maybe even more. It was the last time everyone would be together again before going off on their separate paths for college. But despite your protests, Heeseung stayed behind with you, together waving out the window at your friends who came to bid goodbye. 

For the past few days, Heeseung never left your side, always checking up on you as you lay in bed like a sack of potatoes. 

You were lost in your thoughts, looking at pictures that your friends had sent you when you heard a soft knock outside your bedroom. Hastily, you shut off your phone, shoving it under your pillow as you pretend to be asleep. You hear soft footsteps getting closer before stopping before your bedside. 

“Princess,” your boyfriend’s gentle voice rings out, breaking the silence, “It’s time to drink your medication.” 

Clutching the blanket tighter around your body, you turn to the other side, avoiding direct eye contact with Heeseung. “Just put it there,” you mumble. You hear him let out a sigh before setting down the tray on your nightstand. Heeseung leans forward, his hand gliding tenderly across your forehead. You relax into his touch, finding comfort in his extremely cool temperature. 

“Princess, you’re still burning up. I’m not leaving before you drink this.” His voice is stern. You don’t answer. Instead, you close your eyes, a silent gesture concealing the welling tears that threaten to escape, betraying the emotional turmoil within. 

You turn around slowly, small hands reaching out to tug on the fabric of Heeseung’s sleeves. Heeseung’s eyes soften at the sight of your pained expression and the slight pout adorning your lips. He’s quick to kneel down to your eye level, head gently laying on his folded arms as they rest upon your bed. “Does it hurt?” 

Shaking your head no, you draw up your blanket, concealing your face beneath its comforting embrace. After a moment of silence, a choked sob escapes from your lips, carrying the weight of your emotions. “I’m sorry,” you manage to utter, your voice laced with guilt and vulnerability. 

Silence. 

With a tinge of worry, your head cautiously peeks out, wondering if Heeseung might be genuinely upset. To your surprise, you find him struggling to contain a laugh, his eyes crinkling with amusement. You frown at his reaction, sitting up, “Heeseung, I’m serious. It’s my fault that you weren’t able to spend the last trip with your childhood friends.” After letting out the truth, all your emotions spilled out of you. Your lips quiver, tears welling up in your eyes, as Heeseung's expression shifts to one of deep concern. Without hesitation, he rushes to your side, gently cupping your face in his hands.

“Princess, I’ve already told you,” he reassures you, his voice filled with sincerity. “I don’t care. I willingly stayed back. None of this is your fault.”

“But, if I hadn’t gotten sick,” you cry out, tears blurring your vision, “we would’ve all been having fun together, sharing laughter and tears for the last time.” Your anguish tugs at Heeseung’s heart, breaking it a little at your crying state. Seeing you sick and yearning for the company of your friends hurts him more than missing out on the trip ever could. He would trade anything to bring you comfort and happiness at that moment. He tenderly presses his forehead against yours. “Look at me, princess,” he murmurs softly. “Your illness is already painful enough for me, please don’t be upset over this. The trip isn’t going to be the last time we can be together. We can always reunite during college. The boys all promised that they would come back during breaks too. We can still create new memories together, just like we always have.”

You sniff softly, your voice trembling with emotion. “Hee, I’m going to miss them so much.” 

“I know, princess. It’s gonna be hard at first, but no matter what we’ll always find our way back to you.” He leans in, pressing a tender kiss on your nose, a gentle reminder of his love for you. He wipes your tears away, “Now, let’s drink your medicine,” he suggests, his voice gentle yet determined. “Afterwards, I’ll microwave us some popcorn, and we can snuggle up together to watch a movie. How does that sound, okay?” He smiles warmly, aiming to bring a smile to your face.

A soft smile tugs at your lips as you respond, “Hee, I’m sick. Popcorn will only make it worse.”

Heeseung chuckles, his laughter filling the air. “Oops, my bad,” he admits, a playful glint in his eyes. “In that case, I’ll make us some comforting tea and you can pick the movie.” 

A slight pout forms on your lips, and tears of happiness well up in your eyes as you whisper, “I love you, Hee.”

Heeseung’s tender smile deepens, “I love you too, princess. And I promise, we’re all going to be okay.”

His words embrace you like a warm blanket, enveloping you in a sense of security and love that reassures you that, with him by your side, you can overcome anything.

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CONFIDENT

PAIRING. enhypen hyung line x fem!reader

SYNOPSIS. after graduating high-school and having a major glow-up over summer, you became more confident in yourself and got the title of the most popular girl at decelis university in your first week of freshman year. you instantly dethroned all of the sophomore girls, on top of being so pretty, kind, smart and sexy… girl you have it all. yet you’re still the same kind, naïve and funny y/n that can’t refuse anyone coming her way. after all, you know what they say… confidence makes a girl sexy but kindness is key!

GENRE. college au, social media au with written parts, humor, romance, slowburn, fluff, angst, suggestive, smut 

WARNINGS. suggestiveness and smut sometimes (only with older members), dark humor, swearing & profanities, mature topics such as body shaming, bullying, drugs etc. every chapter has its warnings!

FEATURING. txt’s yeonjun, aespa’s karina, itzy’s ryujin, iz*one’s yena + more!

STATUS. completed

START. 2/18/2022

END. 6/18/2022

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look. all of them were so adorable and handsome but lee know was serving. lee know owns the mv for ‘There’.

## sneaking out. — p. jay

content/warning(s): bf!jay x f!reader, hubby!jay in the end with a daughter. daughter's in legal age. swearing (i think ? i just kinda assume now that i did swear bcs hey thats what i do), a bit of lying. basically, things you do when you sneak out lmAO anyway yeah, unproof read ofc

wc: 1.4k

note: heeracha comeback era ig ??? and not less than 24 hrs she ghosts again /j,,, and omg wow ??? its not a hee fic ???? gasps,,, anyway,, uh,,, this is kinda shit, but i got this idea and it somehowjust seriously fits jay. anyway, hope u enjoy this little something something here <3

“honey, you know we adore jay with our whole hearts.” your mom says and you know it right away, she’s not going to let you go on a date. “but we have to go to your aunt’s tomorrow for your nephew’s birthday. she’s really looking forward to this.”

“i’ll wake up early, i promise, mom.” you say and she frowns. “i’m always on time!”

“you know that’s a lie, you’re always the last one and always late.” your dad butts in as he helps you and your mom with the dishes. “just one night, honey, okay? you’re always with him. even when it was your cousin’s wedding, it felt like you two were the one getting married.”

you frown and they smile at you. “we have to leave at 5 am. you know how traffic it is.” your mom says.

“and 25 years of being married and always going there, dad still can’t memorize the way there.” you mumble and your mom laughs, hitting her hip with yours. when you’re done with the dishes, you go upstairs after saying good night to your parents. you take your phone out, texting your boyfriend.

hey, wait for me outside the window?

jay <3: youre not allowed to go?

no,, but yk how i am

jay <3: yup i do.

jay <3: if ur parents get mad at me, istg, y/n

you always say that, did we ever get caught?

jay <3: ,,,,,,,,no

jay <3: still, im scared

jay <3: and yk it’s okay if u dont go out with me tonight

jay <3: we can do it the other day

that’s what you always say, but you get pouty and sad like a five year old

jay <3: can you blame me?

im ready, r u there?

jay <3: yup

after putting your covers and blanket over the pillows acting as your body, you lock the door and go to the window, opening it. you wave at jay, who’s hiding behind the bush. he waves back, going closer and you climb out, closing the window as jay waits for you. he holds you by your waist, putting you down and he looks at you, frowning.

“one of these days, you have to actually obey your parents.” jay says and you kiss his pouty lips.

“they never told me to not sneak out.” you say, holding his hand as you two walk wherever your feet could take you. 

the two of you end up going for a drive, watching the stars and talk about the most random shit ever as if you two weren’t going to talk later that same day. jay was a nervous wreck about you two getting caught and your parents getting mad at him, but whenever you told him you should go home, he’d go whiny and tell you that you two will go home after an hour.

eventually, jay takes you home. turning the ignition off and getting out of the car. jay goes to you as you climb out, holding your hand as he pushes the door close. he locks it, walking you to your house, since he parked a block away.

four in the morning. wow.

“see, we didn’t get caught.” you say and jay chuckles, kissing your cheek. “i’ll see you next week? sunoo’s birthday.”

“okay. text me later when you arrive?” jay says and you nod. “i love you.”

“i love you, too.” you say. “even though you almost shit your pants at the thought of my parents getting mad at you.”

jay shakes his head, chuckling. “i can’t have them disapproving of our relationship.” he says and you smile. “go, sleep. you need to rest.”

“thank you, love.” you softly say. “i’ll call you tomorrow.”

“i’ll wait for you.” he says and you climb up your window, getting inside your room. you wave at jay before closing the window and he smiles. jay goes back to his car, climbing in and sending you a text before driving home.

jay <3: good night (morning lmao), beautiful. i love you.

you smile, putting your phone down as you lay on your bed, closing your eyes as you let your slumber take you in with a smile on your face, remembering the night you had with jay. even dreaming about it.

but it’s taken away when your phone rings.

you sit up, grabbing your phone and answering it. you look at your side, seeing jay sleeping peacefully with his arms loosely around your waist. you press the phone against your ear. “hello?” you softly say, not wanting to wake up your sleeping husband.

many years after, you and jay got married, started a family just like you two always planned after graduating college and being in a stable place in your careers. 

“mom?” your daughter says. “can you pick me up?”

“i thought you were going to stay over there?” you ask, slowly getting out of bed and replacing your body with your pillow in jay’s arms. you took some clothes, going to the bathroom to change in. 

“yeah, but they invited people over that i don’t know and i’m kind of uncomfortable.” she says and you hum.

“alright, where will i pick you up?” you ask.

after your daughter tells you the location, you drive right away. you wait for her to get in the car and when she does, you say nothing and simply stare at her. she stares back and you chuckle. “what did your dad tell you?” you ask.

“not to go out.” she answers.

“and what did you do?” you ask.

“he didn’t say i’m not allowed to sneak out.” she says and you shrug.

she is your daughter.

“you’re not telling dad, are you?” she asks and you chuckle.

“tell your dad?” you repeat.

“mom, please?” she says, pouting. “i promise, i won’t do it again. and i told you that i was going.”

“of course, i’m not telling your dad.” you say. “if i tell your dad, he’s going to know i picked you up and i knew about you sneaking out. we’ll both be dead.” you say and your daughter covers her face, chuckling. “does your head hurt?”

“a little.” she says. “i drank a little bit.”

you hum. “it’s only five in the morning,” you say. “we’ll go home at seven. we’ll go get coffee, get you sobered up. when we get home, you tell your dad that we went out for breakfast and when he asks why isn’t he with us, you say because he was still asleep. okay?”

“okay.” she says. “you know so much about how to sneak out.”

“i did it a lot back then.” you say as you drive away, going to the nearest coffee shop. just like planned, time was spent sobering your daughter up and getting the smell of alcohol out of her. when clock strikes seven, you come back home, pulling up in the garage as you two go out and get inside the house.

when you close the door, just in time, jay, who is still in his pajamas, comes out of the kitchen with his hands in his pocket. “where were you two?” he asks and your daughter looks at you. you only nod towards jay, gesturing to her to go and greet him.

“breakfast.” she says and you look at your husband, smiling. “i got up early and mom was here, too. so i asked her to have breakfast with me outside.” she lies through her teeth.

jay nods. “were your friends sad that you didn’t get to go last night?” he asks and you daughter shakes her head.

“i’m always out with them, so it was fine.” she says and jay nods. “i got you some breakfast. i feel bad for not waking you up to join us.” she says, holding out a paper bag of food for him.

jay smiles, nodding as he takes it. “thank you, sweetheart,” he says.

“it’s nothing,” she softly says. “i’m gonna go to my room. i’m feeling sleepy again.” she says and jay nods. she comes towards jay, kissing his cheek. “morning, dad.”

“morning. sleep well.” he says and your daughter sprints to her room, looking at you with a smile. when you two hear the door close, jay chuckles. “she really is your daughter.” he says, shaking his head as he turns around to go back inside the kitchen.

you laugh. “how did you know?” you ask, following him.

jay smiles, opening the bag as he eats. “who always helped you sneak?” he asks and you smile. “she’s using your tactics, you’re using mine.” jay says and you laugh. “i’d be mad, but you bought me breakfast, so thanks.”

you shake your head, chuckling. “i love you.” you say and jay only smiles.

“i love you, too.” 

— august 24, 2022. heeracha.

just me lonely asf at 1am, reading some wonnie fluffs again */cries

head in the clouds 💭 | y.jw

synopsis you were enjoying a romantic picnic with your boyfriend in hangang park when all of a sudden a familiar face unexpectedly crashed (into) the date.

genre fluff, oneshot

pairing bf!jungwon x fem reader (feat. jake, niki)

warnings sfw intimacy, physical contact, kissing

wc 752

a/n had such a lovely time writing this one !! jw rly radiates romantic picnic date energy it just felt right ..) hope u enjoy !<3

with a contented sigh, you rolled over onto your back, gazing up at the afternoon sky.

‘aren’t clouds crazy?’ you murmured to the brown-haired boy sat next to you on the gingham picnic blanket. ‘like seriously, there are huge clusters of frozen crystals floating around up there and we’re just going about our lives paying no attention whatsoever,’ when no response followed, you propped yourself up on your elbows to look directly at him.

‘paying no… attention… at all…’ you watched him carefully. he sat not three feet away from where you lay, legs crossed and eyes glued to his phone screen. your words had clearly fallen short of reaching him in any capacity.

‘hey, earth to jungwon? hello???’ you punctuated the words with a prod to his knee.

finally, jungwon looked up. he blinked. ‘huh? oh, sorry, yeah, clouds,’ he scratched his head as he fumbled for the right words. ‘they’re… they’re pretty fluffy-looking. i think i’d quite like to pet a cloud,’ he offered.

another soft blink from those expectant doe eyes, and you had to fight back a smile tugging at your lips. despite giving this resistance your very best effort, you failed.

‘thank you for your insightful contribution to this intellectual discussion,’ you teased, causing his cheeks to flush slightly. ‘what, exactly, is occuring on your phone that’s that more interesting than clouds, then?’

‘erm… well, you.’

his cheeks reddened even more. you shot him a puzzled look. ‘ “me”? how d’you mean?’

in place of a response jungwon simply turned his phone towards you, showing you your own recent instagram post from earlier that day. he smiled shyly down at you.

‘you know, you’re much prettier than a cloud.’

you groaned at the sappy comment, covering your face with your hands, before eventually letting out a little laugh, deciding to embrace the ridiculousness of the whole conversation. ‘i wish i was a cloud,’ you joked.

‘i don’t,’ he pouted, leaning down towards you ever so slightly. ‘i don’t reckon i get to make out with a cloud, you know.’

now it was your turn to blush. ‘oh uh, no, i guess not. i hadn’t really thought about that…’ your voice trailed off as jungwon leaned in further still until his nose almost brushed yours.

‘i’m thinking about it,’ he murmured. before you could come up with a reply he pressed his lips to yours. your lips parted instinctively, moving to kissing him back.

all of a sudden you heard a faint shout from a voice you thought you recognised, and not a second later something came crashing into the side of your leg with force.

the two of you broke out of your kiss abruptly as you let out a surprised cry.

‘hey, watch it!’ jungwon shouted out to the figure jogging over to the two of you.

‘jesus, sorry!’ panted jake as he reached you, stooping to retrieve the rogue football from the picnic blanket. ‘sorry, sorry!! niki booted that one way too hard, totally lost control! i did call out to warn you but you must’ve not heard me,’ he looked down at you, face full of concern. ‘y/n, are you alright?’

sitting up, you nodded. ‘yeah i’m all good,’ you replied. relieved, the boy’s face relaxed.

‘you gotta be more careful jake, you could’ve actually hurt her,’ warned jungwon.

‘i know, i know, it was my bad.’ jake tugged the hair at the nape of his neck, clearly feeling awkward about his blunder.

‘don’t sweat it jake, really. i’m fine, won’s fine,’ you smiled reassuringly at your friend. ‘so no hard done.’ he shot you a grateful smile back, his anxiety seeming to dissipate.

‘y’know, i was gonna come over earlier to see if you guys wanted to join me and niki for a game but you guys looked kinda, uh… busy,’ he grinned sheepishly.

you rolled your eyes, and jungwon groaned, ‘ugh, get out of here already jake!!’

with a wink, and still grinning boyishly, jake turned tail and began to jog away again. after only a few paces however, a thought struck him, and he turned back, about to call your name out again, only to see that the pair of you had wasted absolutely no time at all picking up right where you left off. chuckling to himself, he let the thought go, and headed back.

‘are they gonna come join?’ niki asked as jake approached.

‘nah,’ jake shook his head, smiling. ‘head in the clouds, the pair of them, honestly.’

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ready? set…touchdown! tutor? | s. jaeyun

“he smiled at you as if you were the only person in the world. unknowingly to you, it’s because you were, in fact, the only person for jake.”

SYNOPSIS › you’d always known jake sim as the unbelievably handsome and smart jock/student that sat next to you in your advanced psychology class. similar to you, jake had always pined over you silently. so what happens when jake becomes your assigned tutor for the very class he’s your seat partner in and when a yearbook editorial feature causes [forces] you to get to know the boy better? complete, and utter, chaos—as the both of you deal through your growing feelings for one another.

PAIRINGS › tutor+football jock!jake x fem!yearbook photographer/editor reader

TROPE › mutual pining, friends + tutor & his tutee —> lovers

GENRES › fluff, slight crack, pretty heavy angst at times !!

WARNINGS › profanity, reader has slight anxiety/self-doubt/insecurity issues, jake is conflicted with his feelings, jake & reader high key suck at communicating which leads to issues, lots of cheesy lines, slow-burn tbh, reader & jake are very smart—y/n is just struggling, most importantly: heartthrob football jake who also doubles as a hot nerd ;)

EXTRAS › i suggest you read because it includes a steamy kiss at the end (pretend to be surprised) + but with a twist ;), oh also because it involves the high school football game experience [like the scene from the hilary duff cinderella movie!].

WORD COUNT › 10.2k+

PLAYLIST › hold on — flor, tek it — cafuné, sunsetz — c.a.s, car crash — eaJ, pluto projector — rex orange county

AUTHOR’S NOTE › goshh i really do hope this fic lives up to your expectations because i’m in love w the final product! enjoy :)

AT 8 AM SHARP EVERYTHING MORNING, JAKE SIM WOULD STARE AT THE DOOR, AWAITING YOUR ARRIVAL.

he’d observe the entrance of your psychology class every day and hope you weren’t absent. thankfully for him, you didn’t dare miss school unless you were actually sick. which to his delight, was rare. school had always been one of your top priorities, and jake had always admired you for your ambition.

every morning when you walked in, the gust of the wind from the windows open from the opposite side of the classroom would cause your hair to blow as you walked to your seat. a million fireworks would go off in jake’s head, as well as in his heart while he watched you slide into the seat beside him, giving you a nod. you smiled in response every time, even if you weren’t feeling like it that day.

every now and then, if jake was lucky, he’d smoothly slide close enough to you so that his elbow could touch yours. though you never moved upon the contact, you’d take note of how often he’d do it.

likewise, you wished he would never stop. because you were so attracted to jake sim, it sometimes gave you a stomach ache when you stayed up at night, daydreaming about what could maybe one day be.

if only he wasn’t the star quarterback of your school, along with being an insanely smart and sociable person. then you’d maybe think that you’d have a chance with him.

but with all the girls and cheerleaders that flocked around him, seeing him as a mere piece of prey for them to fiend on, you never bothered considering the odds.

oh, but if only you knew that jake wanted you just as much as you did him. perhaps then, you’d be together by now. but that’s not the way this story goes, now does it?

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m heading out.”

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

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

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

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

“I won’t.”

Still not looking at him. Unbelievable.

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

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

“Uh-huh. Have a good day at work.”

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

You didn’t say it back.

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

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

“Hey.”

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

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

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

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

“Say what back?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Better keep thath promish,” he muffled out.

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

“I love you, Katsuki.”

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

“Now go save the day, my hero.”

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

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

You smiled, nodding along. “Never.”

“I love you.”

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

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

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

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the art of love

hyunjin x reader

warnings: established relationship, hyunjin takes reader on a pottery date, very fluffy, reader isn’t the best at art, hyunjin is whipped

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The two of you had tried to get a little creative with your dates recently. You loved art although you admit it’s more for fun than it is serious for you.

You can’t draw to save your life. You’ve tried teaching yourself. You’ve tried following tutorials. Even poor Hyunjin has tried to help you but it was hopeless because most of the time it ended up with your lips on one another and completely forgetting about the anatomy he was trying to teach you in favor of exploring a more hands-on way of learning.

Long story short you and creating things did not mix. But that didn’t mean that you didn’t love to try. Hyunjin, god bless his soul, had praised everything you made and kept it all, saying that they were more precious to him than anything else in the world.

When Hyunjin had proposed a pottery date you had been a little iffy.

“You saw the monstrosity I made on our toy pottery wheel at home. You really think this is a good idea?”

“You made a beautiful planter pot,” he assured you, patting your head gently.

You pouted as you stared down at your shoes.

“It was supposed to be a mug.”

Hyunjin cleared his throat before retracting his hand.

“And what a beautiful mug it was.”

You whined before hitting Hyunjin softly in the shoulder causing him to wince and dramatically clutch his arm.

“It’s alright love you don’t have to make anything from scratch if you don’t want to. They already have things made that you can paint.”

You nodded.

Painting, you could do painting.

Hyunjin beamed as you took his offered hand in yours.

The shop had many things to choose from—ranging from flower pots to large vases and even small figurines.

You decided to paint Hyunjin vase since you knew he liked to keep fresh flowers in his studio. However, once the paints were laid out in front of you, you began to draw a blank.

Hyunjin was working at the wheel, opting on creating something from scratch while you painted.

You bit your lip as you contemplated what to draw, then it hit you.

Laying out a bunch of different paints in a variety of colors you began coating the pottery. You took your time with the strokes, making sure that it was perfect. It would take a couple of weeks to get back to you since it had to be glazed as well, but that worked since you wanted to put some flowers in it before showing Hyunjin.

Minutes turned into an hour and suddenly you felt a presence looming over your shoulder.

“Whatcha painting?”

You jumped before letting out a whine and shielding the vase from Hyunjin’s curious gaze.

“You can’t look! It’s a surprise.”

Hyunjin’s eyes glinted with a bit of mischief but he relented, taking a step back from you.

“I can’t wait to see it baby. I’m sure it’s perfect,” he pressed a kiss to the top of your head before heading back towards the wheel.

You really hoped he would like it.

A couple of weeks later, a box arrived at your doorstep with the word ‘FRAGILE' stamped in big letters at the top.

You took it into the apartment, making sure to take extra care in unboxing the contents.

You gasped as you examined the cups that Hyunjin had made, completely in awe of their beauty.

Then you unboxed your vase and while it wasn’t perfect you were pleased with it. You had painted the image of the night Hyunjin had taken you out on your first date.

He had brought you a single flower then—one you didn’t know at the time had meant everlasting love. It was one of your favorite memories and you wanted to give that moment you held so close to you back to him.

You left soon after to visit a flower shop, getting an arrangement of the exact flower he had gifted you to put in the vase. Once you arrived back home and arranged the flowers to your liking, you made your way to his studio before placing it on his desk.

You squealed happily at the final product, hoping that he would like it despite your clumsy brush strokes. 

When Hyunjin arrived home that evening he took note of his pottery sitting on the table.

“Oh wow! They turned out really nice.”

“They did,” you exclaimed as you pressed a greeting kiss to his cheek. 

“You did amazing, my love.”

Hyunjin flushed slightly under the praise before setting the pot down and turning towards you. 

“Does this mean that I get to see what you made now?”

Suddenly you felt nervous.

“Y-Yeah it’s in your studio.”

Hyunjin barreled down the hall and into the room in search of your gift.

When he finally spotted it he let out a soft gasp before carefully lifting it to inspect it.

He was quiet for several moments which made you worry.

“It’s um—,” but before you could tell him he was turning to you with glossy eyes.

“Our first date.”

You nodded as you watched him examine the vase.

You had tried your best to paint a perfect image of that night. Two figures, one slightly taller than the other and a slight flower being held out between the two. 

“This was the flower I gave you. You even put them in the vase for me?”

You nodded as you shifted on your feet.

“Do you like it? I-I know it’s not perfect but—.”

Your words were silenced with the soft press of his lips against yours. 

“It is perfect baby. I love it so much—I love you so much. Thank you.”

You smiled against his lips before pulling him into another kiss.

Maybe your art wasn’t so bad after all.

❣︎ ⎯⎯ under a shared umbrella .

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under the chilliness of the wet air, and enjoying the quietness of the empty park, sunghoon stood, waiting for you with an umbrella in hand as he held it over his body to keep himself dry.

and suddenly, he felt a heavy knock to his side.

“hi,” you said innocently with a wide and playful smile on your lips. “have you been waiting for a long time?”

he just looked at you, admiring you with love in his eyes and a small smile on his lips before he used them to capture your own.

not expecting the sudden loving contact, your shoulders tensed up for a moment and your eyes widened just slightly before relaxing under his touch.

he was missing you so much and it was driving him crazy, and so with your lips finally on his, he put his occupied arm down, lowering the umbrella and dropping it on the ground before he wrapped his hand around your waist, pulling you into him.

raindrops hit the top of your heads and your arms, wetting your skin, but neither of you gave a care to the world; you just enjoyed the moment. society may find this kind of scene cliché or cheesy, but you two cherished the moment—basked in it—only pulling each other closer.

it was only after a few moments that the cold snapped sunghoon back to reality, removing him from euphoria with you as soon as he pulled away a few inches.

his eyes were still on your lips, and you stared at him confused, wondering why he pulled back.

“we should go,” he whispered.

“why?” you responded softly, staring at his lips too.

he pressed his forehead onto yours, replying, “as much as i love this romantic atmosphere, it’s cold out here, and i don’t want you getting sick.”

your eyes crinkled as a smile reached your lips, and you complied with a single nod.

sunghoon then knelt down slightly, picking up the umbrella before holding it over you both (but mostly over you if anything).

you wrapped your arm around his, sharing warmth with one another after now understanding what he meant when he mentioned the cold.

and with that, you two began walking, with each step, returning closer to the bustling city where you two resided.

excitement grew within sunghoon’s chest, as he couldn’t wait to get you home and get right back to where you two left off.

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