softarchives

note: due to my comfortability i will ONLY do works for the hyung line

obviously i’m not gone say if you’re right or not, but yalls guesses got me rollin like fuck😭🤣 i didn’t expect ppl to fw my smau this much (thank you btw🙏🏼) so idek if who i planned for Slime to be should still be him🫣 imma tease yall for as long as i can ngl🤭

SMAU

masterlist

── sypnosis; when you accidentally send a not-so-innocent photo to Jake SIM and not your situationship SLIME.

warning; just… 18+/MDNI

note; gave away one member who isn’t Slime in this one👀

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SMAU

masterlist

── sypnosis; when you accidentally send a not-so-innocent photo to Jake SIM and not your situationship SLIME.

warning; just… 18+/MDNI

note; ngl this is more of a filler chapter so expect the next part momentarily.

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SMAU

masterlist

── sypnosis; when you accidentally send a not-so-innocent photo to Jake SIM and not your situationship SLIME.

warning; just… 18+/MDNI

note; i feel so popular rn. didn’t think this would be a hit fr. so…after 200+ likes, 20+ comments & almost 10 reblogs here’s part 3.

p.s. based off my last note, i have decided to redo what i already worked on. so… the original story/ending will never see the light of day. however, you’ll prob like this way better compared to how it would’ve gone.

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SMAU

masterlist

── sypnosis; when you accidentally send a not-so-innocent photo to Jake SIM and not your situationship SLIME.

warning; just… 18+/MDNI

note; ngl i alr have the whole series completed in my drafts. this was my very first smau i worked on (completed it in a day) and i lowkey rushed tf outta it (when reading it back). it’s just really hard for me to not write compared to doing strictly texts and social media inserts. (but still fwm bc i’ll eventually get better🤧🤞🏼)

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SMAU

masterlist

── sypnosis; when you accidentally send a not-so-innocent photo to Jake SIM and not your situationship SLIME.

warning; just… 18+/MDNI

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ENHYPEN Hyung Line

IMAGINE

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IN WHICH──you accidentally fall asleep in their bed

warning; established romantic tension, bed-sharing/cuddling, physical affection, characters falling asleep together, fluff, suggestive intimacy (non-explicit)

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HEESEUNG:

You weren't supposed to be in his room.

The plan had been simple: drop off the charger he forgot after practice, sit for five minutes, leave. His apartment was quiet when he let you in, music humming faintly from his speakers — some half-finished track looping while he adjusted settings at his desk.

"Sit," he murmured absently, nodding toward the bed without looking at you.

You did. His comforter was warm from where he'd been sitting earlier, faintly smelling like clean laundry and his cologne. You told yourself you'd just rest your eyes for a second. The day had been long. Your body sank into the mattress, tension unwinding inch by inch.

The next thing you know, the room is darker.

You wake to the sound of a chair rolling softly across the floor. Your lashes flutter. Heeseung is standing at the edge of the bed, phone in hand, staring at you like he doesn't want to disturb the scene.

"You fell asleep," he says quietly.

Your cheeks burn. You push yourself up too fast. "I didn't mean to—"

"It's okay." His voice is low, almost amused, but there's something else threaded through it. He sits on the edge of the mattress. The dip shifts you closer to him. His hand comes up instinctively to steady your arm, fingers warm and firm.

You realize you're still half tangled in his sheets. His gaze drops to where the fabric has slipped off your shoulder. It lingers a fraction too long before snapping back to your face.

"You can stay," he adds, softer. "If you want."

The room feels smaller. Charged. When you lie back down, he turns off the last light and slides in beside you with careful distance — but sometime in the night, you drift closer. Your forehead presses to his chest. His arm hesitates before wrapping around you.

He doesn't sleep much after that.

JAY:

You came over to help him cook.

That was the excuse.

In reality, you'd both been orbiting each other all week, schedules too packed for anything more than rushed texts. His kitchen was warm and chaotic, filled with the sharp scent of garlic and the low hum of his voice complaining about how you were cutting vegetables wrong.

By the time you ate, exhaustion had settled deep in your bones. He told you to wait in his room while he cleaned up.

His bed was neatly made, sheets crisp. You sat on top of them at first, scrolling through your phone. Then you lay back just for a moment, staring at the ceiling.

When Jay opens the door twenty minutes later, you're asleep on your side, curled slightly into his pillow.

He stops in the doorway.

Something in his expression softens — the sharp edges melting into something unguarded. He crosses the room quietly and crouches beside the bed. A strand of hair has fallen across your face. He brushes it back with the back of his fingers, barely touching you.

You stir but don't wake.

His jaw tightens. He stands there for a long second, debating with himself. Then he sighs softly and slides under the covers on the other side. He keeps his distance at first.

But when you shift in your sleep and roll toward him, your hand landing loosely against his chest, he freezes.

His arm comes up slowly, settling around your waist like it belongs there. Protective. Possessive. He stares at the ceiling, heart pounding harder than he wants to admit.

"You're gonna be the death of me," he murmurs under his breath.

You don't hear it. But you sigh and tuck yourself closer anyway.

JAKE:

It's supposed to be a movie night.

Halfway through the film, your head tips onto his shoulder. Jake glances down, smiling when he realizes you've gone quiet. Your breathing evens out, soft and warm against his neck.

He doesn't move.

The credits roll. The room is dim except for the flickering screen. He carefully shifts, easing you down onto the bed without waking you. You curl immediately into his pillow, seeking warmth.

He laughs softly to himself.

For a minute, he just watches you. There's something disarming about seeing you like this — unguarded, peaceful. He brushes his thumb lightly across your cheek. You lean into the touch even in sleep.

"Stay," you mumble.

The word is slurred, barely audible. But it hits him square in the chest.

He slides in beside you without hesitation. You gravitate toward him instantly, your arm draping over his waist. He wraps you up in both arms, tucking your head under his chin.

His chest feels tight in the best way. He presses a quiet kiss to your hair, smiling into the darkness.

"Wasn't planning on going anywhere," he whispers.

And he means it more than he expected.

SUNGHOON:

You came over to study lines with him.

His room is immaculate — everything in its place. You sit cross-legged at the foot of his bed, script in hand, reading back and forth until your voice grows hoarse. He's focused, brows knit in concentration.

At some point, your responses slow. Then stop.

He looks up to find you slumped against his pillows, fast asleep. Your script has slipped from your fingers.

Sunghoon stares.

For a moment, he doesn't know what to do. His room feels different with you sleeping in it — softer. Warmer. He sets his script aside and approaches cautiously, like sudden movement might shatter the quiet.

He kneels beside the bed. Your lashes cast shadows against your cheeks. He notices the faint crease between your brows and smooths it with his thumb before he can stop himself.

You relax instantly.

His breath catches. He pulls the blanket over you with careful precision, tucking it around your shoulders. He should leave. He knows he should.

Instead, he changes into sleep clothes and lies down on the very edge of the mattress, rigid with awareness. Minutes pass. Then, in your sleep, you shift toward him.

Your forehead brushes his collarbone.

He goes completely still. His heart hammers so loudly he's sure it'll wake you. After a long hesitation, his hand rises and hovers before settling lightly on your back.

You sigh, melting closer.

NOT FOR YOU | ENHYPEN Hyung Line

SMAU

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IN WHICH──you accidentally send a not-so-innocent pic to them

warning; idc enough to state each warning. read at your own risk!! MDNI

note; my first SMAU. so let’s see how it goes.

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HEESEUNG:

JAY:

JAKE:

SUNGHOON: