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seventeen 

lee cheongsan

genre: fluff

pairing: enhypen x gn! readers (correct me if i’m wrong)

a/n: hello! i have not wrote in a while but here is a headcanon! in the months i have been gone i have met enha irl at kcon and also saw them in concert two times!! requests are open! please look at the guidelines before submitting!

genre: fluff

pairing: sunghoon x f!reader

a/n: this is kinda like an updated version from my other sunghoon bf headcanon!! i’ll probably start making the other members as well! ALSO ENHA COMEBACK!!! i’m excited :D

overall. the relationship is definitely a playful one. of course both of you would know when to be serious in most cases but, it never stopped your guys’ jokes and what not. there are clear boundaries of what type of jokes to make and what not to make. if sunghoon happens to overstep that boundary, you tell him and he will immediately make a mental note to not make jokes about that certain topic.

genre. angst(?), fluff, strangers to lovers 

pairing. park sunghoon x f! reader

disclaimer. i wrote this quite some time ago … also i am out of school for now so expect more things to be uploaded! i’m sorry for not posting anything for a few months i genuinely had no ideas lol

Sunghoon’s hands tremble as he applies scab ointment on his wounds. His knuckles are red and feel as though they are on fire every time he bends them. His vision becomes blurry from the number of tears that are welling up in his eyes. Everything hurts -- his body hurts, his head hurts, and his heart hurts.

No matter what he does, he can’t seem to get her out of his head. Sunghoon thought boxing would help him forget her and get him some sort of stability in life. All he gets is bruises after bruises that are paired with his endless nights of crying himself to sleep. 

Looking at himself in the foggy mirror that stood in front of him, he couldn’t help but notice that the person he sees isn’t him. That person is a boy whose heart has been ripped out, that person is a boy who has nothing to live for. Sunghoon tries to smile at himself -- anything -- but ends up failing as that hurts him too. 

A quiet knock comes from his door, thinking that it’s just someone rustling outside, Sunghoon ignores it. Not until a much louder one, does he open the door to see a girl standing outside. She gives him a small smile and lifts a first aid kit up to his face, “I saw you out there -- didn’t know if you needed this?” Great. She saw how he lost to another man that he thought he can beat. 

genre: fluff?

pairing: enhypen x f reader

a/n: i am back with another headcanon! i got this idea from tik tok a while ago LOL but i hope you guys like it! it is lowkey a little rushed but that is fine...  anyways remember to look at the request guide here before you ask for one !!

content: jungwon x gn! reader sharing a bed

a/n: sorry this sounds rushed and a little weird LOL hope you guys liked it!  anyways remember to look at the request guide here before you ask for one !!

here you were, on the same bed as yang jungwon -- who was the nicest to everyone on the team except to you. since both of you are the captains of the (insert club here) club, you were assigned the same room by the advisor. what your advisor didn’t tell you guys was that the very same room happen to only have one bed. 

to be fair, it was a full bed. meaning that it fits two people, but two people who knew they were getting a full bed. you two are just awkwardly laying on the bed, a good space in between. you have the blanket up to your neck because you always feared that a person would choke you in your sleep. if one of your friends saw you right now, they would laugh at how stiff you are. 

you are scared to look to your left, fearing that jungwon can hear your heartbeat right now. you let out a slight cough, trying to fill the quiet atmosphere. you swear everything is louder at night.

“you know,” jungwon speaks up. “this isn’t so bad. it is quite cozy, actually.” you can sense that he too is trying to do anything to hide the awkwardness. 

you nod your head, squeezing your eyes shut. “yep.” you say, popping the p. 

jungwon shifts his body and from the corner of your eye, you can see him facing you in the dark. you turn your head slightly and see him prop his head on the backside of his hand. “i- um.” he opens his mouth but seems to be thinking of what to say next. “i can’t sleep without hugging something.” 

you stare at him incredulously, “what do you want me to do with that information?!” you say. “did you want to cuddle or some shit?”

“i mean.” jungwon trails off.

you shift yourself so you are now facing him. “you mean...?”

“i mean, since we are already here.” he says, staring at you. “plus you offered, so.”

you roll your eyes. “yang jungwon, are you serious?” you ask, not believing a word that is coming out of his mouth. he gives you a tight nod and smiles cheekily at you. sighing, you turn so now you are laying on your right side with your back facing jungwon. 

you wait a few seconds, seeing if he was going to make the move first or if you have to tell him. “jungwon?”

“hm?”

“are you not going to hug me?” you say into the darkness. 

“oh...right.” 

the bed moves a little bit as he scooches behind you. his arms hesitantly wrap around your waist, making sure to not do something that would make you uncomfortable. you feel your face heating up due to the amount of contact that is coming from this one boy. you thank the heavens that it is dark, because if there was light -- he would see how red you were.

both of your bodies are now stiff like how it was before. sneaking your arm over his, you move it so it is tightly wrapped around your waist. “goodnight jungwon.” you say with a small smile on your face. 

content: sunghoon x gn!reader sharing a bed

a/n: hello! i’ll also make other versions of this with other members if i have the chance to! sorry i haven’t been posting lately, i haven’t had the motivation to finish any of my drafts lol  anyways remember to look at the request guide here before you ask for one !!

“let’s not make a big deal out of this.” sunghoon says from inside the room. he didn’t bother helping you with your luggage that you were currently struggling to get in the room. you furrowed your eyebrows, “what do you mean?” you puffed, finally getting the luggage to cooperate with you. 

walking inside, you see sunghoon standing at the edge of the (singular) bed. he stares at it like it has betrayed him. “you got to be fucking kidding me.” you say.

“it’s only one night. we will make do.” sunghoon says, not really believing his own words. “besides, we will be sleeping.” sunghoon passes you and into the restroom where he fixes his hair. you can’t believe that your parents made you stay in the one bedroom with sunghoon. out of all people, your parents betrayed you.

accepting your fate, you begin to unpack your luggage. taking out your amenities, you make your way into the bathroom and try your best to unpack your skincare with sunghoon’s hair products in the way. it was funny how there was two sinks yet there wasn’t two beds. 

sunghoon eyes you as you slide his stuff over to his side of the sink that he was on. he is quick to put the products back to it’s original place -- on your side. you slide it over a little harder, hoping he would get the point. 

clearly, he didn’t as this went on five more times until you glared at him. “sunghoon.” you say with your hand on your hip and his hairspray in the other. 

“y/n.” sunghoon mocks, copying your stance.

“i swear to god if you don’t move your products to your side of the sink i’ll use this whole can.” you wave the hairspray in front of his face. he widens his eyes and grabs your face wash. 

“i’ll squirt the whole bottle into the sink.” realizing what he said, he chuckles to himself like a little kid. “squirt.” you roll your eyes as you pretend to hit him with the hairspray. 

“ah, ah, ah” sunghoon says as he points to you then to his hand that has the face wash bottle open over the sink. when did he open it? 

“one step closer and i’ll drain this baby down!!” he threatens, eyes wide. you gasp. “you wouldn’t dare!”

“oh!” he scoffs, looking off to the side then at you. “try me.”

you stare at him back, not wanting to crack under the heavy smirk he was giving you. thinking about all the possibilities in your head, you decide to take a tiny step towards sunghoon. 

clearly, he wasn’t lying when he said he would drain out your face wash. he squeezes out a big dollop of your face wash into the sink. shocked, you stare at him with your mouth wide open. “you mother fucker!” you say as you charge at him with the hairspray. “that shit is expensive!” 

sunghoon didn’t care, he kept squeezing out your face wash until there was no more. he notices this and quickly notices how petty this seemed. you weren’t even doing anything to his hairspray, yet here he was wasting your face wash. 

“what the fuck sunghoon!” you exclaim, looking at your face wash in the sink. “your an asshole.” you throw his hairspray on the floor and walk out of the restroom. 

sunghoon walks out after you. “y/n-” he is about to say but sees that you throw one of the pillows on the floor. “you can’t be serious about sleeping on the floor.”

you ignore him and lay down, turning your back towards him. you hear him sigh as he puts on his shoes and opens the door. waiting until you hear the door click, you look back to see that he left. boys are so stupid, you think. as your eyes get heavy, you feel yourself knock out on the hardest pillow you ever felt. 

waking up, you notice that you were no longer on the floor but on the bed. opening your eyes, you are shocked to see sunghoon sleeping peacefully. did he move you to the bed while you were sleeping? when did he come back from wherever he went? you couldn’t help but to think as you stare as his face. your eyes outlined his features. he looked beautiful when he was asleep compared to when he would be like a little kid.  

“you know i can feel you staring right?” sunghoon says as he opens one eye to peek at you. embarrassed, you quickly close your eyes.

sunghoon laughs lightly, “i’m sorry about your face wash.” you open your eyes to find sunghoon looking sincere for once in his life. “i went out and bought it for you, it’s in the bathroom.” he says. taken aback, you didn’t know what to say.

“oh…. thank you.” you say quietly.

sunghoon smirks, “i’m sorry i didn’t hear you. what did you say?” he says and moves his face closer as if it wasn’t close enough. you try to focus on anything other than his eyes and you land on his nose that was so close to touching yours. as if his smirk couldn’t get any bigger, he peeks out his fang just a little bit to bit his lip. “did the cat get your tongue?”

you roll your eyes. “fuck off sunghoon.” you say as you lightly shove his face out of your sight. feeling something wet on your palm, you pull your hand back in disgust. you gape at sunghoon, holding onto your now wet hand. “you did not just lick me.” 

“you bet your ass i did.” giving you a smug look, sunghoon smirks again. “that’s what you get for putting your grubby hands on my beautiful face.”

you scoff and throw the blanket onto his body, engulfing him and his annoying face. “hold on-” you say as your body feels lighter. looking down you notice how you no longer had your sweater on. “did you take off my sweater?” you point at him, although he can’t see you because he is still underneath the blanket mound. 

a muffled, “mhm, i remember you hate sleeping with your sweater on.” comes from the blanket and you couldn’t help but to laugh at how sunghoon isn’t trying to take off the blanket. 

summary: Everyone yearns to meet their soulmate one day. They get giddy knowing that the pain they feel within their body is because they have a soulmate. But for you -- it annoyed the living hell out of you. From the pain in your stomach to the excruciating pain in your wrist. Could your soulmate be the clumsiest person in the world... or maybe even Spiderman...?

genre: fluff & a little angst ?

pairing: yang jungwon x f! reader x park jongseong

disclaimers/other: AHHH this is for my first collab ever @stealanity ! i wanted to show a preview just so people know what is in the works and what to expect soon! i don’t have an estimate time of when this will be coming out so if you want, let me know if your interested in being in a taglist for this oneshot/story!! also feedback is greatly appreciated. 

PAIN. ALL YOU FELT RIGHT NOW WAS JUST PAIN. You were scrunched up on the floor, holding onto your stomach like it would make the pain go away. Jay, who sat on your couch, watched as you were on the floor. He felt bad for you as your soulmate was clearly a person who loved getting hurt. Jay often wonders if your soulmate was into something kinky to feel this much pain.

After a few minutes passed, you hesitantly sat up and unclutched your stomach. “God, that was the most painful thing I have ever experienced.” You say, turning your head to Jay. Your eyes were a little watery but you were thankful that it went away.

“I swear this person is either a stuntman or a pro-wrestler.” You mention to Jay, getting yourself situated next to him on the couch. “-- Or maybe the clumsiest person in the fucking world.”

This was a common occurrence for you -- well technically, for you and your soulmate. They would get hurt doing god knows what, then almost like it had never happened, the pain would disappear. Even the bruise that would come with it would leave your body after a day or so.

It is always sharp and short-lived. Sometimes, you might feel like a bullet grazed your arm or feeling like your gut has been punched out of your body. The only pain that is long-lasting is your lower back, a dull ache that makes your mornings uncomfortable. You wonder when you happen to stub your foot or burn yourself while cooking, would they even feel it considering the pain they make you go through?

“Hopefully they’ll come into your life soon,” Jay says. Reaching forward, he grabs two pairs of chopsticks from the takeout bag and hands one of them to you. He tried his best to not to scream at you for talking about your soulmate. The topic always annoys him. He doesn’t get how someone so perfect like you had to have a soulmate that gave you pain. If anything, he deserved to be your soulmate more then whoever this klutzo is.

He has always been there for you through thick and thin. He witness you loose your first tooth and even your first A+ in 6th grade. Jay knew somewhere down the line, he’ll discover that you’ll probably not be his soulmate. Expect disappointment and you’ll never get disappointed, right? Wrong.

Jay knew the chances but even then, he prayed every night, hoping that his suspicions were fake. That wasn’t until you turned the healthy age of 18 and your first present was pain in your right arm. Something that Jay didn’t feel. That’s when he realized you already had your soulmate. (Not really have per se, but technically you now have a soulmate that wasn’t him).

He was one of the oddballs that didn’t feel any pain from his soulmate -- no back pain and certainly no arm pain. You weren’t aware of this though. When Jay turned 18 he lied to you about feeling his chest swell. He lied to you about feeling his head hurt from a bad migraine that made him miss out on your guys’ movie night.

He already felt enough pity from his family, the last thing he wants is pity from you as well. Jay knew better than to tell you and have you regret telling him everything you felt daily. He knows that if he told you, you would feel bad and stop talking about your soulmate.

Jay was jealous of your soulmate but over the past few months, he began to hate them. Well, hate is a strong word -- maybe dislike... or something between dislike and hate. He felt that way towards them. He dealt with you crying and doubling over from the amount of pain due to their careless acts.

It hurt him for a while, but if this was the universe’s way of telling him that your soulmate wasn’t him, then he was okay with that. Plus, he wanted to be there to witness your soulmate so he can give a good talking to them.

“Yeah, hopefully they’ll come to me soon.” You grab the chopsticks and break them. “When I meet them, they’ll never hear the end of it!” You exclaim.

Jay let out a semi (bitter) laugh, “You gotta introduce me to them too. I am also suffering.”

genre: fluff, little blurbs,

pairing: bf! cheongsan x f! reader

a/n: hi!! i decided to write for cheongsan since i have been missing him LOLL but yeah! hopefully i’ll write more for him in the future! anyways remember to look at the request guide here before you ask for one !!

cuddling - he would be against cuddling, but gets giddy whenever you would be the big spoon. he loved how warm and protected he felt when you hugged him so of course he would love it even more if you cuddled him to sleep. cheongsan didn’t care how weird it looked to see someone so tiny, you, cuddling someone taller. 

content: bf! sunghoon x gn! reader, fluff, playful relationship!!

a/n: hello!! i have been writing about sunghoon a lot lately LMOAOA sorry abt that... also did anyone watch all of us are dead?!?!? like i need to vent to someone about it cause.....  anyways remember to look at the request guide here before you ask for one !!

it wasn’t unusual of sunghoon to call you whenever he had the slightest issue whether it is his bread burning because his toaster is “a spawn from hell” or how he can’t find his other sock. most of the time, you didn’t mind his frantic calls. it was rather cute how he felt the need to let you know by actually talking to you and not texting you. 

though, it did surprise you at first, he didn’t seem to be the clingy type or the one to call you often. you thought you called your friends too much, but sunghoon topped you. you never complain though, you sat and listened to his mindless rambles. for someone who is quiet, he sure is a talker when it comes to you. 

sunghoon felt safe whenever he called you. he knows it may get annoying from time to time so, he tries his best to only call you when it is really important. key word -- tries. most of the time he fails but hey, at least he is making an effort. 

but today, sunghoon had called you about 5 times already in the last two hours. within those two hours, you have ben trying to tidy up your house for the new year. it is a superstition you always followed, you have to go into the lunar new year with a clean house. it is so you don’t bring any bad luck into the new year, plus your house was in need of a clean.  

hearing your phone vibrate on top of the counter, you reach over and answer it. “please, tell me this is an emergency sunghoon.” you say, scrubbing your sink. your arms were on fire but that didn’t stop you. 

"well, maybe you wouldn't see it as an emergency, but for me, it definitely is." he said defensively. 

“what is the emergency?”

“niki keeps on making fun of my height.” he whines into the phone. if he was in front of you, he would probably be pouting and kicking his feet like a little kid. 

you sigh, finally stopping your flow. “what do you want me to do?”

“tell him to stop!”

picking up your phone, you hold it to your ear as you walk out of your kitchen. “how do i do that?!?!” you exclaim.

“i don’t know,” he says. “threaten him!”

you find a comfy place on your couch. you are really proud of yourself for finding this couch off of facebook marketplace. “i can’t do that! he is a kid!!”

“y/nnn” sunghoon whines. before you can respond, there was the sound of screams and muffled running. “Y/N!!!!!!! HELP!”

“what?!? what’s happening?” you say, a tad bit concerned for your boyfriend over the phone. it wasn’t like there was an intruder in their apartment. suddenly there was silence, and then you heard niki. “hi y/n!!”

“hi niki..?” you say confused. “what happened to sunghoon?”

“oh, sunghoon? he is in a headlock right now... say hi, sunghoon.” niki says as he hands the phone to sunghoon. “y/n, help.” he gasps, dramatically. 

content: fluff, sunghoon x gn! reader

a/n: hello!! this is lowkey a repost of one of my timestamps for seventeen. i tried my best to edit it but i got lazy half way through so if it sounds bad just know it was written like two years ago LOL....  anyways remember to look at the request guide here before you ask for one !!

it was often that you and sunghoon went out for coffee so, it wasn’t a shock to you when he randomly asked you to go on a study date with him. since finals were coming up, you thought it would be fun to study with your best friend. 

let’s be honest - you didn’t think of him as a best friend. it was definitely more than that but you try your best to put your feelings to the side. the last thing you want to do is scare your crush  away. 

trying to forget about your feelings, you sat down in you and sunghoon’s usual corner table. the table held many valuable memories to it that made your friendship stronger in many ways. you guys always found yourselves sitting in the same spot whenever you guys would come. even the cashier, sunoo, knew that the table is always reserved for you guys.

sunoo has watched your friendship blossom and develop into something close to a relationship. to say the least, he has been patiently waiting for the day one someone makes the first move.

taking your books out of your heavy backpack, you called sunoo over to order. he had a relieved expression on his face. “oh my god. y/n, i was getting worried when you guys didn’t come on wednesday,” he said.

“we tried a different coffee shop. it just doesn’t feel the same,” you sighed.

“you can never leave me,” he chuckled.

you laughed with him. “i guess not.”

“so the usual? is sunghoon coming as well?” he asked.

you nodded, and smiled at him. “i think he wants his usual drink too!” you say. sunoo quickly writes down the order and walk back to the counter to make your drinks. setting up your little study area, you flip through the pages, finding the spot where you left off last night. “hey i hope i am not late?” you heard a way too familiar voice above you.

“nope. just ordered.” you said, without looking up.

sunghoon smiled, taking off his bag and sitting down in front of you. he seemed pretty nervous but you didn’t really pay attention to it. “what subjects are you studying for?” you said as he took his books out.

“uhh.. history and music theory. you?” he said, looking at the books in front of you.

“accounting and earth sciences,” you replied, smiling at him.

just in time, sunoo brought out your drinks and patted sunghoon’s back whispering something in his ear. you looked at sunoo with a confused look on your face.

“hey y/n?” sunghoon said. 

you hummed, looking up at him. he handed over your drink with an unreadable expression on his face. you stared back at him, sensing something was off. was it his birthday? it can’t be, his birthday is in december. still not getting the hint, you took a sip out of your cup.

noticing that he was still staring at you with beads of sweat adorning his forehead. “what? why are you staring at me like that?” you asked.

sunghoon sighed and grabbed your drink out of your hands. turning the cup around, he pointed to the scribbly writing on it. finally realizing the handwriting on the drink, you read it out loud. “i know we do this often but i was wondering if you would want to go out on an actual date with me?”

you stared at the cup then back up at him. shocked, you said, “uhm… wow.” 

“so is that a yes?” he asked, fidgeting with his fingers.

“it depends, where is the first date going to be?” you smiled at him. sunghoon couldn’t help but feel giddy in his seat. turning to sunoo -- who was watching the whole thing -- he gave him a big smile.

content: sad, jacob x gn!reader, death

a/n: hello!! i was feeling sad so i wrote this! i kinda wrote it with @hvae in mind but only bc you wanted a jacob timestamp/work LOL,,, i would have wrote something happy but i didn’t knwo what to write about...  anyways remember to look at the request guide here before you ask for one !!

jacob loved walking down your neighborhood. everything about it was just comforting -- from the trees with beautiful flowers to the chalk on the floor from little kids. it made him feel nostalgic and warmed his heart. your neighborhood was quiet and everyone seemed to know each other. 

walking down the street, jacob stopped by one of the houses that had pretty flowers in their front yard. he looked down and smiled as his eyes scanned for the perfect flowers. he is never the type to take something from someone’s yard but he made a mental note to apologize to the owner on his way back. 

kneeling, jacob grabbed a couple of flowers that varied in beautiful hues. “she would love these.” he says, smiling to himself. grabbing a hair tie he kept in his pocket from a few days ago, he tied it around the stems and began his way to you. 

little did he know, from the window of the house he stole the flowers from, the owner quickly put on their shoes. they observed him while he was admiring the flowers and knew that he probably had someone to give it to. deciding not to butt in and ruin his smile, they want to see if this person of his is worthy of their flowers. 

following behind jacob -- in a not so creepy way, they realize how long he has been walking for. they notice how his posture has become more secluded (?) and wary. he now has his head down low and paid attention to his footsteps. 

after finally turning down a street, they stopped abruptly. they knew where they were since they visited this place often. looking up at jacob, they felt their heart tighten. 

they decided to leave him be and walk back to their house. somewhat connecting with the random stranger who stole their flowers. they figure that they will just plant more flowers for him incase he wants to take anymore. 

jacob looked up and entered the gate. the security guard already knew him as he visited everyday and let him go through. jacob gave him a little nod and walked along the (really) grassy path. 

upon arriving, jacob smiled again -- but this time, he didn’t know whether it was real or fake. feeling his eyes water, he sat down on the grass and gently put the makeshift bouquet at your gravestone. 

“i got you flowers.” he says, wiping away his tears. “they remind me of you and how pretty you are.”

content: fluff, 98z as your neighbor! x reader, if you squint there is a mention of death

a/n: happy new years!!!!! i hope everyone celebrated wisely! kevin is not in here bc i don’t feel comfortable writing about him! also i might take a few breaks in the future since i feel as though no one is reading my works + school is back in session... anyways remember to look at the request guide here before you ask for one !!

walking towards the couch in the living room with a pizza box in hand, you felt lonely, to say the least. it wasn’t anything new though, every year you watched the new year’s eve live — counting down to yourself. all new years did was that it made you feel like you didn’t do anything significant that year (or any of the years prior for that matter).

having a whole apartment to yourself gets boring from time to time. when you first moved in you made acquaintances with the other apartment holders around you, but that didn’t mean you talked to them often. the only people you would say you are closer to than the others would be the apartment across.

the door across from you held four men, all around the same age as you. they are good-looking but you knew you have no chance with either of them. they all had to have girlfriends or something of the sort. you knew all of their names and were invited to small parties here and there. it was hard to tell if they invited you out of pity or if they wanted you there. they have probably questioned why you were lonely as well. 

changmin, the talkative one, never left you out of conversations when you would go over. he made everyone feel included. most of the time though, all the attention was on him whenever he talked due to his hands swinging around. you were surprised how fast his hands can move and wondered if he has ever hit someone before.

chanhee was the fun one out of the four, he always found a way to make jokes and make others laugh. when you first saw him you swore on your life that he was sent from heaven. he has the most flawless skin and the best outfit choices you have ever seen someone wear. 

eric reminded you of a cute little puppy when you interact with him. you notice how he pays attention to whoever is talking. sometimes you get fidget-y when you have a conversation with him due to how well he holds eye contact.

lastly, juyeon was the one person you have talked to the least out of the four. it wasn’t that you guys disliked each other — in fact, it was rather the opposite but because someone would always interrupt your conversation with him. most of the time it was eric pulling juyeon away to show him something. but you are thankful for those times since it is hard talking to such an attractive person. 

a sudden knock sounded through your apartment. thinking it was just some random person wanting you to join their group or something, you ignored it. it wasn’t until four loud knocks later you decided to check who was at your door.

getting up from your comfy spot, you dragged your feet towards your front door. opening it, you were faced with the four tall men. “why are you guys here…?” you ask, confused as to why they held apple cider and bags of chips.

giving you a wide smile, changmin says, “we are here to celebrate!” beside him chanhee nods and they push their way through and into your apartment. eric follows and so does juyeon, giving you a head nod in the process.

shutting your door, you turn around to be met with something rock hard hitting your face. “ow. holy shit.” you said, rubbing your forehead and glaring at whatever was in front of you.

little did you know, juyeon was also shocked at how hard your head was. he found himself rubbing his chest with a contorted face. “i can say the same here.” he said, slightly laughing. 

realizing that you just bumped into juyeon your eyes widen. “oh my god. i’m so sorry.”

he shook his head. “no it’s okay!” juyeon says, adjusting his posture. looking down at you, recognizing the height difference between the two of you.

“hey lovebirds, the party is happening over here by the way.” chanhee says from your kitchen with two bottles of champagne in his hand. he points to where changmin and eric are on your couch, your pizza in hand. 

“right!” you say as red adorned your cheeks. you awkwardly smile at juyeon and point towards the others. “i’ll see you over there...yeah.” 

walking towards your couch, there was barely enough space to fit another body on it. you decide it is probably best if you sat on the floor instead of trying to squeeze yourself next to eric. sitting yourself down by changmin, you grab a bag of chips and open it. immediately you were drawn to the beautiful aroma of spicy cheeto puffs and stuffed your face with them.

feeling something on your right, you look over. somehow, juyeon appeared right next to you with a cup of champagne in his hand. giving you a small smile, juyeon tipped his cup to you and took a sip out of it. you smile back and lean your body closer to his, offering your chips. he shakes his head and turns to changmin, starting a conversation with him about the new shoes they have bought.

the tv in front of you started showing the current artist, mirah carey, singing her famous songs. chanhee stands up abruptly and makes his way towards you. he pulls you up on your feet and drag you around your table and in front of the tv, all while he is singing with his heart. laughing at him, you follow his lead and sing into your hand as if it was a microphone. 

eric, changmin, and juyeon watched in amusement hearing both of you sing. your voice overpowering chanhee’s with your no-so-good vocals. if a random person were to walk by your apartment, they would think there is a dying animal. 

as time goes by, with you and chanhee’s singing -- with changmin joining in occasionally -- you noticed that it is getting closer to midnight. you felt giddy knowing that you will go into the new year watching the ball drop, surrounded by your now best friends. 

getting wine glasses from your cupboard, you walk back to the group. “i got wine glasses!!!” you say. 

eric tilts his head, signaling the red cup in his hand. “we already have cups though?”

“wine glasses makes it more classy and fun! plus it looks nicer to hold.” you place the cups on the table and grab the bottle of champagne. as you pour the glasses, you feel a pair of eyes watching you. looking up, you see juyeon staring at you pour his drink. “are you afraid i am going to spill it?” you ask him, raising one of your eyebrows.

you couldn’t help but somehow feel insecure about how you are pouring his drink. were you pouring too much? or too litte?

“i’m not afraid.” juyeon says. “i just wanna watch you.”

“if you keep doing that, i might not make it into the new year.” you say, making eye contact with him as you give him his drink.

he nods. “noted. i’ll make sure i’ll do it after midnight then.” he jokes. grabbing his glass, he slightly touches your hand and smiles at you. 

you give him a smile back, ignoring how hot your cheeks feel right now. after pouring yourself a glass, you walk towards changmin and join in on the argument he was having with eric. 

“mint chocolate is one good thing that has happened in this world!” changmin says pointing at eric. 

you scrunch your face in disgust, shaking your head. “only an insane person would say that.” you say. 

“yeah! what y/n said!!” eric says pointing back at changmin. “you’re insane!”

“i still don’t get how you guys got on this topic when we were talking about mirah carey?!?!?” chanhee exclaims, tired of their bickering. “the ball is about to drop in two minutes anyways.”

with that, everyone’s eyes were now on the screen, awaiting the ball drop. you begin to smile as you see the mini countdown on the tv. juyeon begins to get up from the couch and stands next to you with his glass in one hand. you look over at juyeon and smile wide at him, showing your excitement. 

10

9

8

you turn your attention back to the tv, counting down with the boys.

7

6

5

4

3

2

1

“happy new year!!!!!!” everyone screams, jumping up and down. chanhee hooks his arm around you and downs the champagne. you laugh at his actions and hook your arms around juyeon’s neck to bring him in on the little circle everyone formed. you guys hopped in a little circle, smiling at how you guys probably looked like little kids.

shaking off the thought, you separate from the circle to drink the rest of your champagne. your phone caught your eyes as you suddenly felt the need to take a picture. “wait guys, let’s take a picture!!!”

gathering close to you, juyeon puts his arm around you and the other boys do the same. “okay, ready?”

“3,2,1,” you say. feeling something warm on your cheeks your eyes widen in shock. turning to your right you see a blushing juyeon. 

content: cute boy on the train! x f! reader

a/n: i’m writing this waiting for my class to start so here u go!! i hope everyone stay safe and warm this month! good luck on finals for those who are taking it 😁😁 anyways remember to look at the request guide here before you ask for one !! 

as you leave your house, you look at your phone to check the time. noticing that the train you need to be on is going start boarding in 10 minutes— and you live 20 minutes away. there wasn’t much time to think or care about how you look right now.

sprinting, you begin to wonder why have you not taken your driving test yet. it would have definitely saved you some time if you were to drive than to run. you were practically struggling to breathe but that didn’t matter, you had a train to take.

as you run down the stairs, you look up to see the train boarding. you made it on time, but at what cost. finally hitting the pavement, you started sprinting — again. you see another tiny figure on the other side of the stairs ahead of you, also running as if their life depends on it. 

just in time, both of you make it to the line that is boarding. you breathe hard through the mask, almost inhaling it. eyeing the person who was just out of breath as you were, you notice he seemed the same age and had eyes that looked like little boba balls. 

somehow, he sensed your stare and looked up at you from his phone. underneath the mask he gave you a smile, accentuating his eyes, making sure you know that he is smiling at you and not just staring. you give him a smile back, crinkling your eyes.

it was hard for any of you to speak a word due to difficulty breathing, but you both read each other’s mind. he also saw you running to catch the train from where he was on the stairs. he noticed how soft your hair bounced whilst you were jumping down the steps. 

as both of you walked side by side into the doors of the train, you became engulfed into the mass of people standing you. you stand on your tippie toes, trying to look for a pole to hold onto or even just a tiny bit of space to get away from the doors. 

the boy who you saw running down the stairs grabbed your arm -- being careful to not take your hand incase you get startled -- and pulled you towards a pole. gripping onto your arm, he squished between people, looking back to make sure he did not lose you. somehow he underestimated how tall you were as he grabbed onto the higher bar above the seats and noticed that you can’t exactly reach.

freaking out, he begins to look around, not finding any available spot in the train. he turns to you, “i’m sorry. i swear i thought this bar was lower.” he stuttered. 

catching your breath, “no. no -- it’s fine.” you looked around, trying your best to not pay attention to how he still had a firm grip on your arm. “i’ll just stand here.” you say, wobbling as the train started to move. 

he held onto your arm as you swayed. “just grab onto my backpack.” he said, taking off his backpack and wearing it on his front. “here.” 

he was hesitant on whether he should let you hold onto his backpack from the back or the front. he didn’t want you to look at the back of his head the whole time and plus if he let you hold onto his backpack from the front -- he’ll be able to catch you if you happen to fall. 

you grabbed onto the straps of his backpack as the train rattled. you debated on if you should introduce yourself, after all he did just helped you from getting trampled in the sea of people. 

“i’m jungwon by the way.”

“what’s your name?”

you both looked at each other, lightly chuckling at how both of you broke the ice. 

“sorry, jungwon right?” you asked, looking at the small strands of hair that fell over his eyes. 

he nodded. “yup!” he said popping the p. “what about you? what’s your name?”

“y/n!”

“well, y/n. i hope this won’t be the last time we meet.”  

he smiled at you, and did some contortions with his face. you didn’t know exactly what he was trying to do. you tilted you head and laughed at him struggling to make a face..?

“i am trying to wink. is it working?” he asked, still making weird faces at you. you laughed, shaking your head. eventually giving up, he held down one of his eyes closed and “winked”. 

genre: angst? kinda sad

pairing: enhypen x gn! reader

a/n: hello!! i haven’t wrote for enhypen for a while and im sorry for that! i have been busy with school,, please bare with me LOL. i got inspo for this off of tik tok and i was feeling angst so i went with it!  anyways remember to look at the request guide here before you ask for one !!

content: angst! ex-crush! juyeon

a/n: hello!!! i’m feeling a little happy nowadays even though this timestamp is a little bit the opposite LOL but i hope you guys enjoy!!!  anyways remember to look at the request guide here before you ask for one !!

“hey what happened?”

you drop your cigarette on the floor, startled at the sound of his voice. you turn to him, his figure was dark due to the little amount of light outside. you immediately recognize the outline of his body and the way he is standing to know that it’s juyeon. lee juyeon, your ex-crush — as one would say.

you didn’t answer him, bending down on the floor to pick up your cigarette. you rub it on the ground, getting rid of the small smoke that was left. you hold the burned out cigarette in your hand and swiped away the ashes with the other.

“are you okay?” he asks, carefully watching your movements. he didn’t know if you had too many to drink to even say a sentence. he knew how you were when you are drunk but, it’s been a while so he didn’t exactly know what to do.

to your surprise, you answer back at him. “i have been better.” you say as you stand back up, throwing the cigarette in a trash can near by. walking back to him, you wipe your hands on your very dull washed jeans. you always wore them to parties because you didn’t care if someone spill anything on them or if you happen to throw up anything from the night before on them.

“ah, okay. why did you run outside so suddenly? it looked like you saw some ghost, i was wondering if i should run as well.” he quietly laughs.

you knew he was trying to cut through the thick air between you two. to be honest, you missed his laugh. but, you couldn’t find yourself to laugh with him. the lump in your throat starts to form, insinuating that you might start crying right then and there.

“i don’t know. your presence made me run out here.” you shrug, looking anywhere but his face. you didn’t want to look at him, not when you look like a train wreck.

he furrows his eyebrows in confusion, still looking at you contently. you dart your eyes over at him to see him still staring at you with an unreadable expression. you wanted to hit your head against the wall, how did your eyes instinctively look at him when you purposely told yourself not to.

he opens his mouth and closes it and then opens it again. “for years,” he says, looking down at the ground. “i liked you. for years, i didn’t look at anyone else except you. i watched you fall in love with another person and let them break your heart. it was pure torture feeling like just a friend to cry on.” he looks back up at you, tears forming.

“remember that one time, where you showed up to my window, crying your eyes out? saying that you needed to leave him and you were only getting hurt. you said you were going to leave the relationship and some part of me thought something might spark and it’ll be the beginning of us. i waited a hell of a long time — but you didn’t leave. you stayed with him.”

“listen-,”

“no. i’m not going to listen because you didn’t leave. believe me, i thought you were going to leave for a long time. but in that period of time, i learned that i needed to move on. so i did, i found someone else that loves me and that won’t lead me on. but that doesn’t mean my feelings for you just disappears overnight. i still feel the excitement course through my body when i see you.”

you both had tears coming from your eyes. there was a good distance between you guys but you both knew what the other was feeling. “so what do we do?” you ask softly. “we both like each other.”

he shrugs, breaking eye contact. “we don’t do anything. we move on.” he walks towards the door.

he laughs, pain still evident in his voice. “i guess you get to know how i felt for the past few years.”