この夏を今 捧げて

wherein; you do your boyfriend’s makeup with absolutely zero ulterior motive

(989 words) pairing: non-idol!nicholas x f!reader genre: established relationship, fluff warnings: suggestive(?), kissing, a little swearing, lowkeyyy not proofread pls excuse any mistakes!

a/n: first time posting writing EVER... very nervous please be nice to me but more importantly enjoy i hope ygs like it!! (˶ ´ ᵕ ` ˶)

nicholas is not one to object, at least not when it comes to you–like saying no is never really an option he considers.

hence why you weren’t very surprised when he allowed you to do his makeup, determined to make it look the best you can.

your bedroom is quiet, the outside world asleep at this late hour. makeup bag already open on the ground between you.

nicholas lowers himself onto the edge of your bed, propping himself up on his hands behind him, watching you with that usual easy expression.

“you can’t distract me, okay?” you warn, rummaging through your makeup bag. “i want it to look nice.

“who, me? i would never.” he teases, yet you have no doubt he’d do exactly as you say.

the side of his mouth is ticked upwards into a half-smile. the amusement is quickly wiped off his face, however, as you climb onto his lap, straddling him.

his breath catches when you move your hips upward, knees at either side of his torso. 

“okay,” you say, squeezing a bottle of primer onto your hands. “dont move.”

when you meet his gaze, his irises are nearly completely black, swallowed by the dark of his pupils. “u-huh.”

gently, you spread the product onto his face, fingertips tracing each plane and shift of his profile.

up close like this, you notice everything.

the natural flush of his cheeks. the way his lashes lower slightly when you touch near his eyes. even the warmth of his skin beneath your hands.

unfair, honestly.

you’re supposed to be doing his makeup, yet you can’t help but get distracted by how little he needs it.

once you finish, you shift back a little to grab foundation. when you do, you catch a glimpse of his face, set with concentration, his eyes locked on you.

the way he’s restraining himself is laughable, yet somewhat sweet. your bedsheets fisted tightly in his hands, like he has to hold himself back. like he doesn’t wanna interfere with your work.

the thought draws a short laugh from you.

“what?” he blinks, bringing his hand to his face. “does it look bad already?” 

“hey! its not gonna look bad,” you rebut. “you just… look so focused.”

“oh.” he says nonchalantly, but you don’t miss the way he shifts his weight. or the way his voice catches when he says, “i just don’t wanna mess you up.”

climbing back onto his lap, you feel him stiffen. “relax,” you giggle, planting a small peck on his lips.

his eyes widen in the slightest, tip of his ears flushing as you dab an assortment of products on his face. he licks his lips like just a taste of you isn’t enough, like he craves even just a little more. yet he doesn’t reach out just yet.

as you work, it's like each movement has a direct effect on him. warmth building where your bodies meet. his breathing stutters when you shift against him. his body stiffening when your hips grind against his. 

it’s endearing. nearly addictive.

you reach for the mascara which is already by your side. “look up for me,” you instruct.

he obeys immediately.

your lips twitch.

“wow,” you muse, shifting forward. closer. “so well-behaved.”

his mouth twists as he clears his throat. grip tightening around the sheets, heat radiating off of his body.

it’s odd to see him so subdued. the usually teasing, charismatic nicholas flushing at nothing but the weight of you on his lap like he’s intoxicated. waiting for you to allow him but another sip.

when you lean back to inspect your work, his hands settle on your waist. his eyes instantly dropping to your lips, half-lidded.

his gaze is laced with hunger. you tease, “what’s wrong?”

“you’re doing this on purpose.”

you bring your fingers to his chin, tilting his face up just enough to meet your eyes. “doing what?” you say innocently, yet you lean closer. your faces just inches apart.

the tension in him rises visibly. his jaw tightens. eyes fixed on your mouth like restraint is becoming physically painful. yet you back away, reaching for a nice lippie to finish off the look.

he clicks his tongue at the loss of you, shaking his head. even the tiny bit of space between you makes his expression tighten.

you take his chin in your fingers again, applying the soft pop of red to his lips. as he licks them, he asks “what flavor is this?” 

he continues while you set down the product, “it’s sweet.”

“ah i can’t recall,” your own voice pitching ever so slightly deeper as you lean in. you throw your hands behind his head, arms resting on his shoulders. 

his gaze darkens, your faces yet again just a breath away. you whisper, “lets find out?” 

you press your lips to his and your body melts against him as if it's been waiting as long as he has. his eyelids flutter shut, taking your face in his hand.

“fuck,” he murmurs into your mouth. “finally.”

you can’t help but smile against his lips, a laugh escaping you. he hums while his free hand tightens around your waist. 

you deepen the kiss, pressing closer until there’s barely any space left between you. up against him you can feel everything, the heavy beating of his heart, the urgency in the drag of his hand along your side. you taste the sweetness on his lips and it reminds you of what you were doing in the first place.

you pull away. “cherry.”

“what?” nicholas’ eyebrows knit together. his breathing heavy and uneven.

“the lipgloss.” you answer, putting your hand on his chest as you stand up. “it’s cherry flavored.”

he catches your wrist before you can fully pull away.

“c’mere,” he mutters.

“nicholas–” you object through giggles as he pulls you back. “i’m not done.”

wherein; maki finds new workout motivation

(574 words) pairing: gymcrush!maki x f!reader genre: headcanons, fluff, strangers-to-gym partners? maybe more?, maki is whipped warnings: none really!, mentions of nicholas wang

a/n: hello guys sorry its been so long!! my first time writing maki AND my first time writing hcs idk how to do anything. (- ‸ - ς) thought of this while working out! this is more of a warmup to get me out of my writers block but i hope you guys like it anyway!! dont worry a real meal is coming soon... hopefully.

gymcrush!maki who worked out more than any of his friends. people always thought it was weird how he found rest in being tired. but to him, nothing felt better than falling into the routine of heading to the gym and shutting his brain off.

gymcrush!maki who loved the familiar ache in his muscles and the steady rhythm of music in his headphones, letting the rest of the world blur into background noise.

gymcrush!maki who always viewed working out as a solo activity. the times where nothing and no one else mattered but him and weights gripped between his fingers.

gymcrush!maki who was always in and out of the gym, never sparing much attention for anyone around him.

until you.

gymcrush!maki who noticed you on an ordinary tuesday afternoon.

not for any reason in particular, really.

you weren’t the loudest person there. you weren’t lifting the heaviest or trying to get anyone’s attention. 

but because you looked so completely focused in a way he’d never really seen in anyone but himself.

gymcrush!maki whose eyes landed on you sitting on the floor between sets, face flushed from your workout, and couldn’t quite seem to look away.

gymcrush!maki who started timing his workouts around yours without even realizing it.

maybe that meant showing up at six instead of five or deciding to target legs the same day you were. even when his legs were sore, staying an extra 20 minutes on the treadmill didn’t sound too bad because you were too.

gymcrush!maki who always seemed so confident but couldn’t work up the courage to talk to you until his friend nicholas caught him staring.

“bro,” nicholas took a sip of his water, catching his breath from the set they’d just finished. “just talk to her.”

his words pulled maki out of his thoughts, causing him to meet his eyes. “talk to who?”

nicholas’ face tightened into the most annoyed expression maki had ever seen. “you’re not subtle dude, i promise.”

gymcrush!maki who finally talked to you after weeks of trying to just catch your eye.

it was a little awkward and the compliment he repeated 20 times in his head didn’t come out as smoothly as he’d hoped. 

but none of that mattered to him when you looked at him and suddenly it was just you two. it didn’t matter when your eyes crinkled as you laughed at his joke and softened when you smiled up at him.

it most definitely didn’t matter when you gave him your number.

gymcrush!maki who started looking forward to seeing you more than the workout itself.

gymcrush!maki who learned your routine, your favorite machines, the songs you’d skip on your playlist but couldn’t be bothered to remove.

gymcrush!maki who committed every bit of you to memory. savoring every second of your presence, biting back a smile when he’d tease you.

gymcrush!maki who suddenly couldn’t remember when his workouts—his days went from him to you. who couldn’t remember how he ever preferred to work out alone.

gymcrush!maki who paused his workout mid-set when your notification lit up his phone, sitting on the bench for far too long staring at your text.

gymcrush!maki who clocked into the gym twice in one day when you invited him to work out with you even though he already did.

gymcrush!maki who would’ve worked out a third time if you asked.

wherein; your last saving grace is a kind stranger on the street. one you hope is kind enough to play a little pretend.

(767 words) pairing: non-idol!jay x f!reader genre: fluff, first meeting, strangers to ???, fake dating kinda warnings: creepy guy, being followed/watched

a/n: another short one OOPSIE!! i cant seem to write anything over 1k words... first time posting enhypen hehe 𐔌ˊᵕˋ𐦯 this is a couple months old but i need filler since i have something hopefully longer in the works!

the last three blocks have been a nightmare.

a nightmare of glancing over your shoulder every few seconds to check if the man behind you is still there. a nightmare of taking random turns down streets that stopped looking familiar ages ago, of forcing yourself not to walk too fast in fear that he’ll notice you’re scared.

your feet feel like they're about to fall off, steps out of sync with your heart beating faster than you knew it could go. 

every desperate glance you send strangers’ way goes unnoticed, eyes sliding right past you like they can’t see the panic written all over your face.

all you want is for this man to leave you alone.

its been a while since you've looked behind you, but you know he’s still there. you hear it in the footsteps that trail just a few feet away from yours. the footsteps that seem to be getting… closer?

this is it, you think.

the pit in your stomach grows as you pick up the pace, trying not to make it obvious. millions of thoughts crash through your head at once. why is he following you? what does he want? what happens if–when he catches up? you tell yourself not to jump to conclusions, yet your pounding heartbeat disagrees.

worst of all, you’re stranded. completely alone.

until your eyes land on a young man leaning against the side of a building beneath the glow of a flickering streetlight.

he looks around your age, hair parted down the middle as it falls gently on his face. he’s waving goodbye to someone, a friend probably, as he pulls his phone out.

hope flickers inside you and without thinking, you rush toward him. you latch onto his arm, nearly stumbling into him in the process.

“babe, there you are,” you blurt out, voice shakier than you’d hoped. “sorry, i got a little lost. let’s go?”

his eyes widen in surprise, but the confusion only lasts a second. understanding settles on his features as his gaze lands on the man behind you, drawing you closer.

“no worries, honey.” his voice is gentle as he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, fingers trembling slightly against your skin. “though i was starting to worry.”

the man finally walks past the two of you, though it doesn’t feel like retreat.

his gaze locks onto yours as he passes, sharp and lingering. it crawls over your skin slowly, irritated, like a predator watching prey slip through its teeth at the very last second.

the look makes you feel exposed. claimed.

your fingers curl tighter around the stranger’s sleeve before you can stop yourself, only to notice the way his jaw tightens as he stares the man down with equal intensity.

you don’t let yourself breathe properly until he disappears around the corner.

the tension leaves your body all at once. you quickly step back, hands retreating into your pockets as embarrassment begins to settle in where panic once sat.

“i’m so sorr–”

“are you okay?”

the question cuts you off immediately.

you look up to find him fully turned toward you now, brows knitted tightly with concern as one hand rests carefully against your arm. you never got a proper look at his face until now. 

his jaw is sharp but his features are soft, kind. a gentle flush from the cold night. his eyes are frantic as he scans your body for any sign of injury.

“yeah, i am,” you nod. “thank you so much, really. he was following me for ages.”

“no, its no worries at all.” he shakes his head, words coated with sincerity, “i’m just glad you’re safe.”

you swallow hard, adrenaline still buzzing painfully beneath your skin.

he hesitates before speaking again.

“i was actually about to head to my car,” he says carefully. “do you… want me to drive you home?”

“oh, no, i couldn’t ask you to do that.”

“please.” the word leaves him almost too quickly. “i’d feel better knowing you got home safe.”

you study him for a moment.

despite the nerves still visible in his posture, there’s something undeniably honest about him. something safe.

“…are you sure?”

“absolutely,” he says, confident. “i only parked a short walk away.”

you finally nod, a relieved smile spreading across his face.

“okay,” your voice comes out quieter this time. you realize you never got his name. “thank you…”

“jay,” he completes. “my name’s jay.” you repeat it softly, testing the name on your tongue.

wherein; maki finds new workout motivation

(574 words) pairing: gymcrush!maki x f!reader genre: headcanons, fluff, strangers-to-gym partners? maybe more?, maki is whipped warnings: none really!, mentions of nicholas wang

a/n: hello guys sorry its been so long!! my first time writing maki AND my first time writing hcs idk how to do anything. (- ‸ - ς) thought of this while working out! this is more of a warmup to get me out of my writers block but i hope you guys like it anyway!! dont worry a real meal is coming soon... hopefully.

gymcrush!maki who worked out more than any of his friends. people always thought it was weird how he found rest in being tired. but to him, nothing felt better than falling into the routine of heading to the gym and shutting his brain off.

gymcrush!maki who loved the familiar ache in his muscles and the steady rhythm of music in his headphones, letting the rest of the world blur into background noise.

gymcrush!maki who always viewed working out as a solo activity. the times where nothing and no one else mattered but him and weights gripped between his fingers.

gymcrush!maki who was always in and out of the gym, never sparing much attention for anyone around him.

until you.

gymcrush!maki who noticed you on an ordinary tuesday afternoon.

not for any reason in particular, really.

you weren’t the loudest person there. you weren’t lifting the heaviest or trying to get anyone’s attention. 

but because you looked so completely focused in a way he’d never really seen in anyone but himself.

gymcrush!maki whose eyes landed on you sitting on the floor between sets, face flushed from your workout, and couldn’t quite seem to look away.

gymcrush!maki who started timing his workouts around yours without even realizing it.

maybe that meant showing up at six instead of five or deciding to target legs the same day you were. even when his legs were sore, staying an extra 20 minutes on the treadmill didn’t sound too bad because you were too.

gymcrush!maki who always seemed so confident but couldn’t work up the courage to talk to you until his friend nicholas caught him staring.

“bro,” nicholas took a sip of his water, catching his breath from the set they’d just finished. “just talk to her.”

his words pulled maki out of his thoughts, causing him to meet his eyes. “talk to who?”

nicholas’ face tightened into the most annoyed expression maki had ever seen. “you’re not subtle dude, i promise.”

gymcrush!maki who finally talked to you after weeks of trying to just catch your eye.

it was a little awkward and the compliment he repeated 20 times in his head didn’t come out as smoothly as he’d hoped. 

but none of that mattered to him when you looked at him and suddenly it was just you two. it didn’t matter when your eyes crinkled as you laughed at his joke and softened when you smiled up at him.

it most definitely didn’t matter when you gave him your number.

gymcrush!maki who started looking forward to seeing you more than the workout itself.

gymcrush!maki who learned your routine, your favorite machines, the songs you’d skip on your playlist but couldn’t be bothered to remove.

gymcrush!maki who committed every bit of you to memory. savoring every second of your presence, biting back a smile when he’d tease you.

gymcrush!maki who suddenly couldn’t remember when his workouts—his days went from him to you. who couldn’t remember how he ever preferred to work out alone.

gymcrush!maki who paused his workout mid-set when your notification lit up his phone, sitting on the bench for far too long staring at your text.

gymcrush!maki who clocked into the gym twice in one day when you invited him to work out with you even though he already did.

gymcrush!maki who would’ve worked out a third time if you asked.

this is so disgusting on so many levels, seonghyeon is a minor. writing any sexual content of him IS illegal, it’s literally child pornography (doesn’t matter if you are a minor aswell = it still is sexual content of someone who is not legal age nor consenting to it).

besides that fact, it is just incredibly disgusting. i’m going to mention something i said in an earlier post on this ↓

idols aren't objects to be used for weirdos sexual fantasies. anyone saying "you can just ignore" / "just scroll" is apart of the problem. releasing and giving access for sexual content of minors or people who are barely legal is giving an outlet for pedos or people with bad intentions, and it makes you apart of the problem. all this content is in a space where minors (a majority of cortis's fanbase are incredibly young) will be exposed to that sort of content. it's inappropriate.

wherein; maki finds new workout motivation

(574 words) pairing: gymcrush!maki x f!reader genre: headcanons, fluff, strangers-to-gym partners? maybe more?, maki is whipped warnings: none really!, mentions of nicholas wang

a/n: hello guys sorry its been so long!! my first time writing maki AND my first time writing hcs idk how to do anything. (- ‸ - ς) thought of this while working out! this is more of a warmup to get me out of my writers block but i hope you guys like it anyway!! dont worry a real meal is coming soon... hopefully.

gymcrush!maki who worked out more than any of his friends. people always thought it was weird how he found rest in being tired. but to him, nothing felt better than falling into the routine of heading to the gym and shutting his brain off.

gymcrush!maki who loved the familiar ache in his muscles and the steady rhythm of music in his headphones, letting the rest of the world blur into background noise.

gymcrush!maki who always viewed working out as a solo activity. the times where nothing and no one else mattered but him and weights gripped between his fingers.

gymcrush!maki who was always in and out of the gym, never sparing much attention for anyone around him.

until you.

gymcrush!maki who noticed you on an ordinary tuesday afternoon.

not for any reason in particular, really.

you weren’t the loudest person there. you weren’t lifting the heaviest or trying to get anyone’s attention. 

but because you looked so completely focused in a way he’d never really seen in anyone but himself.

gymcrush!maki whose eyes landed on you sitting on the floor between sets, face flushed from your workout, and couldn’t quite seem to look away.

gymcrush!maki who started timing his workouts around yours without even realizing it.

maybe that meant showing up at six instead of five or deciding to target legs the same day you were. even when his legs were sore, staying an extra 20 minutes on the treadmill didn’t sound too bad because you were too.

gymcrush!maki who always seemed so confident but couldn’t work up the courage to talk to you until his friend nicholas caught him staring.

“bro,” nicholas took a sip of his water, catching his breath from the set they’d just finished. “just talk to her.”

his words pulled maki out of his thoughts, causing him to meet his eyes. “talk to who?”

nicholas’ face tightened into the most annoyed expression maki had ever seen. “you’re not subtle dude, i promise.”

gymcrush!maki who finally talked to you after weeks of trying to just catch your eye.

it was a little awkward and the compliment he repeated 20 times in his head didn’t come out as smoothly as he’d hoped. 

but none of that mattered to him when you looked at him and suddenly it was just you two. it didn’t matter when your eyes crinkled as you laughed at his joke and softened when you smiled up at him.

it most definitely didn’t matter when you gave him your number.

gymcrush!maki who started looking forward to seeing you more than the workout itself.

gymcrush!maki who learned your routine, your favorite machines, the songs you’d skip on your playlist but couldn’t be bothered to remove.

gymcrush!maki who committed every bit of you to memory. savoring every second of your presence, biting back a smile when he’d tease you.

gymcrush!maki who suddenly couldn’t remember when his workouts—his days went from him to you. who couldn’t remember how he ever preferred to work out alone.

gymcrush!maki who paused his workout mid-set when your notification lit up his phone, sitting on the bench for far too long staring at your text.

gymcrush!maki who clocked into the gym twice in one day when you invited him to work out with you even though he already did.

gymcrush!maki who would’ve worked out a third time if you asked.

(3.4k words)

warnings: fluff!! mentions of alcohol, the existence of nakakita yuma

a/n: for my amazing mimi!!! sorry for torturing you with tyler catastrophe tiktoks this is my formal apology i sincerely hope you accept it.

asakura jo always preferred to be alone rather than around people.

people meant chaos, crowds meant exhaustion and he always valued his peace more than anything - quiet evenings spent in his apartment, soft music playing in the background as he sat down on his couch, fully and wholeheartedly invested in his hobbies and passions without any interruptions or outside distractions.

but then you came along.

his quiet, perfectly curated routine of calmness began to crumble the first moment his gaze landed upon you — yuma’s apartment loud with chatter and laughter, his group of friends chaotic as always. it didn’t bother him, at least not anymore: he’s grown accustomed to the mischief and havoc his friends brought along with them wherever they went. despite all their personalities being completely different, they all got along together perfectly — jo valued their friendship more than anything else in this world. he was thankful for how they never forced him to participate in their banter, giving him a chance to just sit in their presence instead of necessarily interacting. they were his bubble of comfort; a group of people whom he didn’t mind the loudness with, whose chaos didn’t seem to bother him. he thought inviting someone out of the group would disrupt that bubble — and yet his assumptions couldn’t be further from the truth.