#en--kralj

They've been constantly saying how they are six and how they want to continue as ENHYPEN. How they are happy and excited abt the new stuff they're making for Engene. How they're working hard and trying their best even when changes are difficult.

NI-KI on a live said they're six.

Sunoo on a fancall said they're six.

Sunghoon on a fancall sang the new fanchat.

Sunghoon on his live said they're 3 hyungs 3 maknaes.

Jungwon told u to not spam numbers.

Jay (on his birthday...) told u ENHYPEN is ENHYPEN.

And now Jungwon couldn't be more clear.

You're always saying "I want THEM to speak" but when they do you ignore them or spread the idea it's forced (unless they say something that fits YOUR narrative).

I understand the grieving. Ofc it's hard to accept such big change, but it's been more than 4 months and a lot of "Engene" have been horrible to ENHYPEN and other Engene since that day. They gave you time to accept it. And even if you still can't, why try to force conspiracies?

ENHYPEN is setting a boundary. If you can't do something as simple as respecting it, why are you here?

No one is telling you to forget Heeseung. They are asking you to support ENHYPEN as they are the same way you supported them before (if you love all of them as much as you say you do)

It no longer looks like you are doing it because you care for them, it just looks like a "fight" you want to win. for your own ego.

‎⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐶𝐇⠀⠀⠀you like riki.. so you confess.

𝙽𝙸𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙼𝚄𝚁𝙰 𝚁𝙸𝙺𝙸　✶　𝓯. reader　　angst　/　829　one-sided　　　unrequited love　　　　friends to strangers　　..

everyone around you knows something is different—you and riki, always together, side by side like it’s a natural occurrence. he'd wait for you after class, ask for a spare paper, carry your books.

it wasn’t just friendship. at least, it doesn’t feel like it.

because riki was different.

when things get too loud, too overwhelming, you ran to him. always him.

riki remembers everything—what time you’d be in school, what to do to make you pay attention, what food you hate, how you get quiet when you’re too sleepy. he’d offer his shoulder for you to lean on, and you would. you always did.

riki always listens. not the kind of matter where he’s obliged to answer back. he listened like your words mattered. like you mattered.

between serious conversations, he would sneak in things that made your heart beat faster than it normally should.

“you’re the cutest.”

“i should be your favourite husband.”

“you make my heart flutter.”

“you are not leaving me. if you do, i would go crazy.”

“i’ll take care of you, i’ll be the best husband ever.”

he said it so casually, like it didn’t mean anything.

but to you, it meant everything.

so you let yourself believe it.

you let yourself believe that there’s gotta be something behind how his gaze lingers more when his eyes locked with yours. that the way he stayed—like actually stayed, meant something deeper. that maybe.. just maybe, he feels it too.

and that was your biggest mistake.

it was nothing dramatic. no rain, no grand setting. just the two of you sitting under the bleachers, looking at other students doing their own things. the sun glaring at the two of you.

your hands were shaking, and riki noticed it. of course he would.

“hey,” he nudged you. “what’s wrong?”

you wanted to laugh. everything, you wanted to say.

instead you looked at him, like actually looked at him.

“i like you.”

it slipped out before you could even register it. too easily, like it was waiting to be let out.

for a moment, everything was still.

you couldn’t hear the noises that other people are making.

everything was quiet, and somehow that made you scared.

“...oh.”

just one word. it didn’t sound surprised or happy, it didn’t sound like anything at all.

your chest tightened.

“i thought..” you swallowed, mentally trying to calm your beating heart. “i thought maybe you felt the same.”

riki pursed his lips, his hand making his way through his hair.

“i don’t like you that way.”

it was gentle. careful.

but it stung.

“you know—” he added quickly, like he was trying to fix something. “you’re important to me. but i just.. i know you deserve someone better, but that someone isn’t me.”

each word felt heavier than the last.

“i don’t want to lose you,” he continued, voice softer now. “i’m fine with us like this. friends.”

of course. friends.

it sounded easy when it came from him.

so you nodded.

“yeah,” you mentally cursed in your mind. you felt your chest tightened. “of course.”

because what else were you supposed to say?

no?

you tried.

you really did.

you two still sat together, talk together, crack silly jokes.

but it’s evident that something has shifted.

you started noticing things—how his replies are shorter now, colder even. how it takes a few minutes before he talks to you. how his touch was never the same, how careful he was with you.

and maybe it wasn’t just him.

maybe it was you too.

because now, every joke feels so unfunny. everything made you second guess if this friendship is something you can still save or let go.

you stopped telling him everything.

stopped leaning on him like you used to.

because it didn’t feel safe anymore. not when you know exactly where you stood now.

and riki.. he noticed.

“why do you feel so.. far?” he asked one day, you thought it was the most ridiculous thing ever.

you shrugged, you’re afraid your voice would betray you.

and eventually, you stopped trying.

it wasn’t a dramatic fall out.

no arguments. no harsh words.

it was just silence. it grew bigger and bigger until neither of you knew how to cross anymore.

he stopped waiting for you outside of class.

you stopped looking for him.

and just like that, something that once felt unbreakable suddenly just—snapped.

you still think about him. how his laughter fills the room, how his comfort warms you, how in a room full of people, you’d always go towards him.

you think of him not out of spite or bitterness.

just a quiet yearning.

you had mistaken closeness for love. mistaken comfort for something else.

the regret of confessing, that maybe if you just didn’t say those three words, maybe you two are still closer than ever.

it made you understand that sometimes confessing does not bring people closer.

some just show you where the line has always been.

───── Soft whispers, playful touches, and endless love .

MORE ( 900 ) . Enhypen x fem!reader : fluff , romance . ✶ skinship , teasing

𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆

You’re curled up on the couch when Heeseung pulls you into his arms, pressing his face into the crook of your neck. His warmth seeps into you instantly, and you giggle as he nuzzles closer, his breath tickling your skin.

“Hee, what are you doing?” you ask, your fingers threading through his soft hair.

“Holding my baby,” he mumbles, voice laced with sleep. “You’re mine, right?”

You feel your heart melt at his words. Heeseung always gets clingy when he’s sleepy, and you love it. You shift to face him, cupping his cheek. “Of course, I’m yours.”

A sleepy smile tugs at his lips before he presses soft kisses along your jaw, your cheek, and finally, your lips. His arms tighten around you, as if afraid you’ll slip away.

“You smell so nice,” he murmurs, inhaling deeply. “Stay like this forever?”

You laugh, pressing a lingering kiss to his forehead. “Forever and always, Hee.”

He hums contentedly, pulling you even closer — if that’s even possible. And just like that, wrapped in his warmth, you know you’re exactly where you belong.

𝐉𝐀𝐘

Jay leans against the kitchen counter, eyes locked on you as you try to reach the top shelf for a jar of peanut butter. You’re on your tiptoes, struggling, and he can’t help but chuckle.

“Need some help?”

You turn around, pouting. “I can do it myself!”

“Mm-hmm, sure you can,” Jay teases, crossing the room in a few quick strides. He effortlessly grabs the jar from the shelf and hands it to you. His fingers brush against yours, sending a little jolt through you.

“Thanks,” you mutter, feeling a blush creep up your neck.

Jay grins and steps closer, his chest brushing against yours. He places his hand on the small of your back, pulling you into him with ease. “You know, you’re cute when you get all stubborn,” he whispers, his breath warm against your skin.

Your heart races at the closeness. “Stop teasing me, Jay.”

He leans in, his lips pressing against your forehead in a soft kiss. “I’m not teasing. I’m just reminding you that you’re mine, baby.”

You smile, melting into his touch. “I’m yours, Jay.”

𝐉𝐀𝐊𝐄

Jake’s laughter fills the room as you both tumble onto the couch, playfully fighting for the TV remote. You manage to snatch it from his hands, but before you can press a button, he pulls you back into his chest with a strong arm, trapping you.

“Gotcha,” he says, his voice low and playful.

You giggle, squirming in his embrace, but it’s no use. He holds you tightly, one hand resting on your waist. “You’re mine now,” he murmurs, his chin resting on your shoulder.

You glance up at him, a teasing smile tugging at your lips. “Am I?”

Jake’s eyes soften, and he kisses the side of your head, his lips lingering. “Absolutely. No escaping me, baby.”

You roll your eyes, but warmth spreads through your chest at his affection. “Guess I’m stuck with you then, huh?”

He chuckles and pulls you even closer, pressing his cheek against yours. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

His fingers trace circles on your back as you settle into the comfort of his arms, the world outside fading away. You smile, knowing there’s nowhere you’d rather be.

“Yeah, I’m yours, Jake.”

𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐍

Sunghoon is sitting on the couch, scrolling through his phone, but when he feels you settle next to him, he immediately wraps an arm around your shoulders. You lean into him, letting your head rest on his chest.

"You always know how to make me feel safe," you mumble, closing your eyes.

Sunghoon smiles softly, his fingers gently playing with your hair. "That’s because you’re mine," he says, his voice barely above a whisper, but it carries so much warmth.

You chuckle, tilting your head up to meet his gaze. "I’m yours, huh?"

He nods, his lips curving into a small, affectionate smile. "Always have been, always will be."

His hand moves to cup your cheek, pulling you in for a tender kiss. It's slow, soft, filled with all the love he has for you. When he pulls away, his forehead rests against yours.

"Baby, I’m yours too," he whispers, his eyes never leaving yours.

You smile, feeling your heart flutter. There’s nowhere else you’d rather be than in his arms.

𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐎𝐎

You’re sitting on the balcony, enjoying the quiet evening, when Sunoo quietly slips behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind. His chin rests on your shoulder as he leans into you, his warmth enveloping you.

“Hey, what’s up?” you ask, turning your head to glance at him.

Sunoo smiles softly, his eyes full of affection. “I just wanted to be close to you. You’re mine, aren’t you?”

You feel your heart flutter at his words. “Of course, I’m yours,” you reply with a teasing grin, but your voice softens when he presses a kiss to your neck, his lips lingering there.

“I’m glad,” he murmurs, his hands gently caressing your arms. “I don’t ever want to let you go.”

You turn in his arms, facing him now, your fingers tracing the outline of his jaw. “You don’t have to.”

His smile widens, and he cups your face, bringing you in for a gentle, lingering kiss. “Good, because I’m not planning on it.”

In that moment, everything feels perfect, with Sunoo’s arms around you and the soft sound of your beating hearts. “I’m yours, always.”

𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐖𝐎𝐍

You’re sprawled out on the floor, books and papers scattered around you as you try to focus on studying, but Jungwon is having none of it. He plops down next to you, leaning his head on your shoulder, his hand finding yours.

“You’ve been working too hard,” he says softly, his voice laced with concern. “Take a break, baby.”

You roll your eyes, trying to focus. “I need to finish this.”

But Jungwon isn't having it. He gently pulls the papers from your hands, tossing them aside, and turns you to face him. His eyes are filled with warmth. “You’re mine, and I’ll make sure you take care of yourself.”

You laugh, your heart fluttering at his caring tone. “You’re impossible, you know that?”

He grins, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face. “I know. But I’m your impossible, and you love it.”

His hand cups your cheek, and without thinking, you lean into his touch, closing your eyes. "You're right, I do love it."

Jungwon leans in and kisses your forehead gently. "And I love you, always."

You smile, feeling completely at peace in his arms. “I’m yours, Jungwon.”

𝐍𝐈-𝐊𝐈

You’re sitting on the couch, flipping through channels, when Ni-ki suddenly pops up beside you, his playful grin lighting up the room. Without warning, he snatches the remote out of your hands, laughing as you try to grab it back.

“You’re such a troublemaker,” you laugh, narrowing your eyes at him.

Ni-ki just shrugs, his mischievous grin widening. “I’m only a troublemaker because you let me be,” he teases, dropping the remote onto the couch and wrapping his arms around your waist.

You feel your heart race as he pulls you closer, his chin resting on your shoulder. “What are you doing, huh?”

“Just making sure you’re mine,” he replies, his voice quiet but playful. His hands find yours, lacing your fingers together. “Is that okay?”

You smile softly, feeling your heart melt. “Of course. You know you’re all I need.”

He leans in, planting a sweet kiss on your cheek before murmuring, “Then you’re mine, too, forever.”

In his embrace, everything feels right, and you can’t help but whisper, “Always, Ni-ki.”

. . . SCENE ─── close enough to touch , too late to pretend it's nothing.

bestfriend!ni-ki & fem!reader 𓂃 Fluff , slice of life ✶ skinship , kissing , mutual pining

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The first time it happens, you don’t even process it. Like it doesn’t even register in your brain at first bc why would it???

You’re on Ni-ki’s couch, half-buried under a shared blanket, a half-eaten bag of popcorn in your lap. Some movie is playing—something he picked, so obviously, he’s really into it, while you just sit there pretending to care. But the thing is. He’s close. Like, weirdly close.

His knee keeps bumping against yours, and normally, okay, whatever. But he doesn’t move away. Not even a little. Then he reaches for the popcorn and just… leaves his arm there. Right against yours. Warm and solid and so, so there.

And okay. Fine. Maybe you’re overthinking it. Maybe you’re just hyper-aware bc it’s late and you’re sleep-deprived and Ni-ki is Ni-ki. But the second time? Yeah, no. That one you definitely notice.

Bc it’s 2AM now, and somehow, at some point, you both ended up on the floor. There’s pillows and blankets everywhere, and Ni-ki’s stretched out on his side, way too comfy for someone who’s literally lying on the ground. And the worst part? His head is right there. Like, right next to yours.

You blink. Try to ignore it. But then—

“You’re warm,” he mumbles, and before you can even begin to unpack that, he just leans in and rests his head on your shoulder. Like it’s the most normal thing in the world.

Your brain just fully malfunctions. Like. You actually forget how to breathe for a sec.

“Uh—”

“You smell nice.”

“Ni-ki, what are you doing??” You try to sound normal, but your voice comes out all wobbly and embarrassing.

He just hums, shifting a little, nose barely brushing against your collarbone before he sighs. “i dont know. Just feels nice.”

You should push him off. Say something. Tease him. Anything. But you don’t. You just sit there, your body betraying you by leaning into it, his warmth sinking into your skin like it belongs there.

And the third time? Yeah. You don’t even have the chance to question it.

Bc you wake up with his arm around your waist. His face tucked into the back of your neck. His entire body curled around yours like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

And maybe… maybe it is.

• genre: fluff, crack, humor, social media au (smau), fake texts • pairing: boss!sunghoon x fem!reader • warnings: minors dni!!! cursing, mention to agression, harassment, boss x employee, petnames, suggestiveness, READER IS UNSERIOUS

masterlist | heeseung's version | jake's version | jay's version | jungwon's version

It was another cozy night. With the window open and the night sky coated with stars, a gentle breeze wafting in, only adding to the comfortable atmosphere, and there you were. On your bed, phone in hand, some random video playing that just so happened to capture your attention.

That was when Jungwon entered, all-too-tired and entirely too handsome for his own good.

You didn’t acknowledge him, though. Too busy focused on the device in front of you. It’s like you’re aware, but not aware. Like, you hear him ask a question that you’ve no problem answering, except you don’t seem to realize that it’s him asking.

“What are you doing?” he asks, rubbing his eyes.

Your gaze doesn’t stray away from your screen. “Just watching a video.”

Lips tugging into a frown, the man pads his way over to your shared bed and climbs in, setting his own phone down on the bedside table and plugging it into its charger. “What’s it about?”