Riki’s Cupid

3. @thatfeelinwhenyou

Another amazing writer oh my god. I've literally read ever work of hers besides Safe & Sound (and Im so mad about it) but her work is also so amazing I swear. Just read The Way I Loved You and it was so goddamn painful and beautiful; I will never not recommend her work.

The following authors from here do include smut but trust me when I tell you its also some of the most amazing pieces you'll read. Give them a chance, trust me.

@writingmochi

She has a mix of fics with and without smut but either way its amazing and takes you down a road into a world that really and honestly leaves you enamored. I'm always amazed at her words and the inspiration for her works.

2. @asahicore

I don't think I've done much reviews for her work which makes me so sad but before I was super active on tumblr I did read her work and again, her words are nothing short of amazing. I remember reading Cold Hands going to uni and it literally had me in chokehold.

3. @zreamy

Another author who's work I haven't read much of but when I did read Things I Know I Can't Have I was left floored. She's genuinely so hilarious and that fic was amazing in my opinion so I would definitely recommend her to you as well.

4. @heesmiles

An author who breaks my heart everytime. Every, single time I think a part of me heals with her work because she's just able to tap into the characters so well. Falling Into Ruin is definitely my fav work of hers, I hold it very closely to my heart and I beg you to give her work a chance.

5. @paarksunghoon

From her Walk The Line fic to Grocery Store Receipts fic you are not left disappointed! She's also doing a Resignation series rn but I haven't gotten the time to read it. Her work is genuinely so good tho so I do recommend her.

6. @heejamas

I haven't gotten around to reading her enha fics yet but after reading one of her Beomgyu fics I know her other works are just as good. Check out her work ^^ I've only heard wonderful things about her Waiting Room fic and Nicest Guy SMAU series

7. @theothernads

Her Secrets Jungwon fic was so good?? Genuinely drove me insane and broke my heart. I need to read more of her work I swear but that fic was so good so I def rec her.

8. @jakedustry

Her Checking You Out Jake fic had me in shambles. I always advocate for Jake Sim being a loverboy and this attests to that statement. She also has shorter drabbles that are soso cute I swear.

9. @biteyoubiteme

Raspberry Stains was such an insane Sunghoon fic of hers. I think its her only Enha fic but God, its so well written and the worldbuilding is also amazing. I love the mc and just how this entire story was concluded.

10. @babeyun

From Bubblegum to Falling Alone you are never once disappointed with her works I swear. Its always so enlightening to read one of Altair's fics I swear. Another author I highly recommend.

11. @heartikeu

Opal! She just started her blog but In All Your Perfects has my heart. It really taps into the way insecurity can seep into a relationship but also shows the development beyond that moment and shows that with time things become okay :)

12. @faeyun

Another great author imo. Definitely think you should check out The Dollhouse and The Lighthouse (one of her archived works that are being reworked rn) but god, her worldbuilding is amazing. Love her and the worlds she curates every time

13. @heartsriki

Another author with amazing work. Thinking about her Symphony of Us Jay fic and my heart </3 Genuinely such a sweet fic god. Give her and her works a shot, trust me!

14. @bambiihee

Her fics have genuinely driven me insane. They're more pwp but literally *chef's kiss*. Literally had me holding my head and saying oh my god every minute because it was just that good. Give her a chance :)

15. @fangel

Harvest of Purity....It's good for a multitude of reasons. It does have multiple smut scenes but the world and the vibes of that fic are literally so insane. Like the mc and her family life genuinely had me in a chokehold at how insane it all was but it was so good!

16. @enhaflixer

Read their The Marriage Law fic for the HP au and I never got a chance to read another of their fics yet but it was good! I'm not well versed in the HP lore but I think the story is amazing as is. I know they have lots of other enha works so id say you can check them out as well!

17. @gyu-tori

She's no longer active but I hold her enha fics near and dear to my heart still. Each of them really transports you to a kind of world that pulls at your heart and it just has you in your feels honestly.

Okay! I think that's all I'm able to list off the top of my head relating to ENHA fic writers. There are so many more authors here who's work I have not read yet and it makes me so sad that its like that, but these are authors I know I can vouch for when it comes to their writing. Each of them has their unique writing style that I love and I do hope you share your love for their fics with them too, reviews mean the world to them :)

It's only about two hours into the party, though, that you notice the glaring absence of an arm snaked around your waist, or a hand sprawled across the small of your back. You'd always been the more extroverted of you two, so at first, you didn't think much of it when he left you to your conversations. But not being able to spot your boyfriend's tall figure anywhere - lurking in any corners or hovering around the drinks table like he typically did when you dragged him to things like this, it concerned you slightly. So you were quick to brush off the small talk you were making to set off the find him,

And you did soon enough, not anywhere near the loud music or chatter, but rather, somehow, in one of the bedrooms, alone. It almost made you laugh when you tentatively opened the door, half expecting to find a couple drunkenly making out behind it, only to spot your boyfriend sitting in an armchair in the dim light, staring at his hands with an expression you could only describe as pure boredom.

"There you are," you whisper gently, trying to lighten the mood.

He doesn't say anything, but his eyes flicker to you and for just a moment he looks a little surprised, almost as if he wasn't expecting you to come looking for him.

"I've been looking all over for you," you coo, shutting the door behind you so that the room darkens once again, and the noise of the party is muffled just enough.

"Just got tired of everything going on down there," he sighs, and it's a heavy sigh. You watch as his eyes meet yours, as if he's trying to gauge your reaction to his disappearing act.

You only offer a reassuring smile in response, padding your way over and finding your way to stand between his knees, his hands coming up almost instinctively to grip your hips in a way that tells you he wasn't enjoying your time apart. He buries his face into your stomach, and you can feel him shut his eyes as he leans into your warmth.

"Sad boy," you tease, running your fingers through his hair, "I thought you said you didn't mind coming with me."

"I didn't," he huffs, a little childishly, "but then we got here and it's all so loud and everyone here is annoying."

"Well we could just go down and talk for a little bit, c'mon," you beg softly.

"I don't want to talk to anyone else," he admits, pausing before continuing, "I don't like anyone else." You're about to laugh at how cheesy his words are, but as he lifts his head, you see his truly earnest expression, lips forming the tiniest pout.

You'd be lying if you said you wanted to leave this party now, but the look on his face - a mix between demanding and begging - makes it difficult for you to stand your ground.

"You want to get out of here, then?" you ask softly, just barely above a whisper as you cup his face, thumb stroking the side of his cheek.

He pauses, shutting his eyes as he leans into your touch once more. "You should stay," he mumbles, leaning back into the chair before shrugging, "you're having fun."

You tilt your head with a frown, hand falling to your side. "That isn't what I asked."

He returns your expression, somewhat hesitantly, and you can't remember the last time you've seen him so reluctant. "I just don't want to be the reason you leave early. I saw you smiling while you were dancing and chatting, you looked so ... beautiful."

His voice is careful, like he's trying to maintain his normally cool facade, but there's something heavier to what he's saying that makes it difficult for him to stay calm. "It's not your fault I'm the boring one."

"You're not boring," you say sternly, "and you're my favourite person, nothing's fun for me if you're sitting here sulking alone."

His eyes glance at yours once more before darting to the floor. You watch as he bites the inside of his cheek, clearly fighting the urge to admit something. So you soften, bending down and leaning in closer to force him to meet your eye, to see your expression that's pleading him to tell you the truth.

"Be honest with me, Ki."

The nickname seems to finally crack him, and when he talks, it's the tiniest whisper. "Yeah, I kinda hate it here."

"There we go," you coo sweetly, face breaking into a smile as you peck the corner of his lips.

"You're not mad?"

You shrug. "I don't really mind, there are parties like this every night, so it's not like I'm missing much."

He nods slightly, but doesn't move from his chair, so you can tell he's not quite convinced.

"Plus, it's hard to be mad at you when you're sitting here looking like an abandoned puppy." You add, watching as he looks up and lets out a soft laugh, somewhat incredulous, or maybe even offended, at your comment - but really, you're just happy to see him smile.

"I do not," he insists, pushing himself up from the chair so he's towering over you, but there isn't any real bite behind his words and that - the familiar mix of teasing and tenderness - is how you know you have your boyfriend back.

You glance up at him, raising an eyebrow. "Are you kidding me? All you need is a tiny violin and some rain, and people would be lining up to adopt you."

He groans dramatically as he pulls you in by the waist, burying his face into your neck. "Can we leave now, or are you just going to keep bullying me until I leave by myself?"

"Depends," you smile, "will you admit you were waiting for me to find you?"

He doesn't say anything, just pulls back and looks at you with a smirk, one that's playing coy at being caught in the act - and that's all the answer you need. He lets you pull him towards the door, and back out into the muffled chaos of the party, where you start saying your goodbyes to all the faces you barely remember even talking to.

As you're almost finished, though, he leans in close to your ear and mumbles something, quick and quiet, like another sheepish confession.

"Besides, you looked too good tonight, didn't feel like sharing."

You blink, caught off guard as a small scoff escapes your lips. You turn around just to catch the flicker of a smug smile across his lips, though his ears are turning pink.

"Was that supposed to be smooth?" you ask, tilting your head as the two of you reach the front door.

"Maybe," he shrugs, "did it work?"

You roll your eyes, but press a quick peck to his lips anyway. "You're lucky I love you, you know."

"Oh, trust me, I know." He chuckles softly, humming contentedly as you both step out into the night, cool air brushing against your skin.

You don't say anything, just reach for his hand and intertwine it with yours as you step away from the house party. The sounds of cheers and loud music fade away behind you, and all that's left is the warmth of your boyfriend's hand in yours - and really, you'd take that over watered-down drinks in a solo cup any day.

you were stunned. and maybe a little annoyed. because jake? the guy who barely looked flustered around you? the guy who smiled like you were just another friend? that jake had been crushing on you the whole time?

Either way, now you both were together, and he’s still kind of the same.. hands laced with yours, arms around your shoulders during movies, falling asleep with your head on his chest. all soft, all good.

but kissing? that’s the part that’s got you confused.

he hasn’t tried. hasn’t even almost tried. You attempted once but he kind of brushed around it.

You’re not interested in rushing things, you’re really not. if he’s nervous or just not ready, that’s okay. he shows you he likes you in a million other ways anyway.

“Ow—man,” Jake hisses, half-laughing, half-whining, after a light smack lands on the back of his head.

“Sit up,” Heeseung grins, collapsing onto the couch next to Jay with his usual cocky flair. “How’s you and your girlfriend?”

Jake sets his phone down, a lazy little smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “We’re good.”

Heeseung hums like a man who’s about to ruin the vibe. “Have you gotten lucky yet?”

There’s a synchronized groan from both Jake and Jay. “Dude,” Jay mutters. “Why do you always have to make it weird?”

Heeseung just shrugs, hands raised in mock surrender. “So that’s a no?”

Jake sighs, suddenly very interested in his shoes. “We haven’t… done anything like that.”

Jay nudges Heeseung with his elbow, like a disappointed dad. “Leave him alone, man. A real gentleman takes it slow. Holding hands. Hugging. Kissing. That stuff comes first. The rest follows.” He turns to Jake. “But you’ve— at least kissed, right?”

Jake freezes. Visibly uncomfortable. Visibly cornered.

“Uh… no. We haven’t. Does that… does it really matter?”

Jay groans. “Here we go again. You and your emotionally-repressed-pacifist-ass attitude.”

Heeseung shakes his head dramatically. “So what? You’re just keeping her in the dark? I genuinely don’t know how you pulled her, man.”

Jay laughs, “Sure, all the soft couple shit is cute. But if a girl didn’t kiss me for months, I’d be wondering if we were just friends with good lighting.”

And Jake—God, Jake tries to keep it together. But there’s something tight in his chest now, like panic. “So… is that how she feels? Do you think she’ll get bored of me?”

Jay and Heeseung exchange one of those looks.

“Well not exactly-”

Jake doesn’t wait. He doesn’t want to hear it. He’s already up, already heading for the door, already out.

the apartment falls quiet except for the soft click of the door closing behind him.

Jay shot Heeseung a sharp glare.

Heeseung just blinked at him, deadpan. “You’re the one who brought up the kissing.”

Jake opened the door to your apartment slowly. He didn’t see you at first, just heard the soft murmur of the show playing in the background from the living room.

He let out a small sigh at the comforting feeling of being in your home. After slipping off his shoes, he went to look for you.

It didn’t take long. He exhaled in relief when his eyes finally landed on you.

You were standing in front of your mirror, fixing your hair. It was part of your usual after-work routine, you must’ve just gotten home.

You gasped when you saw his reflection behind you in the mirror, making him flinch. But he quickly smiled when you turned around and walked over to him.

“Baby, when did you get here? Did you text me?”

Jake opened his mouth to answer, but the second you looked up from your phone, eyes locked on his like he was the center of your universe… he froze.

Is this when I should kiss her? Is that what she’s expecting? Do I just lean in? What if she doesn’t want to and I look like an idiot?

“Jake?”

That snapped him out of it.

“Sorry, gorgeous. Just got lost in thought,” he said, grabbing your hands and giving them a soft kiss. “What’s the plan for today?”

You laughed, walking away. “I thought you were hanging out with your friends today. You were so excited, did they kick you out?”

Jake followed you as you moved to the kitchen to grab a glass of water

“No- they changed plans. We’re hanging out next week with the others.”

You hummed. “That’s great, baby—oh—”

When you turned around after pouring your drink, Jake was standing right behind you. You gasped at how close he was.

You stumbled over your words. “Uh- do you, um… wanna watch my drama with me? Maybe order some takeout?”

Jake looked at you with wide, puppy-dog eyes and nodded.

You pushed his weird behavior to the back of your mind for now. Maybe he was just tired.

…

No. he was definitely acting weird.

When you both sat down to watch your show, he kept stealing glances at you. He also kept a strange distance, where he’d usually have his arm around your shoulder, making cheesy comments about the lines or teasing you about the lead actor, tonight he sat stiffly beside you.

His breathing was uneven, and he flinched slightly every time you touched him.

Moments passed, and you were starting to piece it together.

At a certain point in the episode, the two characters on screen shared a romantic moment that ended in a kiss. Your heart fluttered but you also kept Jake in your peripheral vision.

He was watching the screen, then glancing at you, eyes full of nerves and overthinking.

You decided to mess with him, just a little.

You turned slightly, facing him more directly. He hesitated before meeting your gaze.

You leaned in slightly, eyes flicking to his lips and back to his eyes which were now blown wide.

You leaned in close enough for him to close his eyes in anticipation. But.. when nothing happened he opened them again. You were back to watching the show…

He shook his head, hating how stupid he probably looked just now.

You didn’t say anything, you just smiled a little to yourself and kept your eyes on the screen like nothing happened. But Jake wasn’t watching the show anymore.

He could feel his heart pounding so loudly it was a wonder you couldn’t hear it. His palms were sweating. His leg was bouncing. He was screaming at himself internally.

Just do it. Kiss her. You like her. She leaned in. That wasn’t an accident. She wants to. Right?

He glanced at you again.

You were relaxed, head slightly tilted toward him, eyes on the TV but that tiny smile still tugging at your lips. Like you knew exactly what you were doing to him.

Jake’s breath caught.

He didn’t mean to move.. not really.

But suddenly, like something inside him snapped, he reached out and gently placed his hand on your cheek.

You turned toward him, surprised.

And before you could ask what he was doing, he kissed you.

It was quick, nervous and sudden.. but soft. His hand was still lingering near your cheek, eyes fluttering closed as he pressed his lips to yours in a way that took the breath out of both of you.

You froze for half a second… then kissed him back.

When he pulled away, breathless, he looked absolutely terrified. “Sorry- I didn’t- was that okay?”

You blinked, stunned, heart racing.

And then you smiled wide, warm, dizzy with something that felt like relief. “What was that for?”

Jake laughed, a little dazed. “I don’t know.”

Jake kissed you again,this time slower, steadier, his lips were so full they kept you in a trance.

But when he pulled back, his hands still resting gently on your waist, there was something different in his expression. His brows were slightly drawn, like he wasn’t finished.

“I… need to tell you something,” he said quietly.

You tilted your head. “Okay?”

He hesitated, eyes flicking between yours, searching for reassurance even as he spoke. “Earlier. At Jay’s place. The guys were talking and—” He sighed. “Heeseung said something. About how if I didn’t make a move soon, you might get bored of me.”

Your heart dropped. “Jake…”

“I know,” he rushed to say, shaking his head. “It’s dumb. And I told myself not to listen. But it got in my head, and I started overthinking everything. I just… I didn’t want you to feel like I didn’t want you. I do. So much it’s insane. But I kept waiting, and second-guessing, and I think part of me just… I don’t know.”

His voice cracked a little. “I was scared you’d get tired of waiting for someone like me.”

You reached up, gently cupping his cheek.

“Someone like you?” you repeated softly. “Jake, I didn’t fall for you because you were fast or smooth. I fell for the guy who makes me feel safe just by sitting next to me. The guy who listens. The guy who looks at me like I’m the best part of his day.”

He blinked, lips parting.

You leaned in again, pressing your forehead to his. “I’m not bored, Jake. Not even close. I was just waiting on you. And I would’ve waited longer, if you needed me to.”

He exhaled shakily, like the weight on his chest finally lifted. “I’m really lucky to be yours.”