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DIH DIH HOPPING DIH DIH HOPPING IMMA GIVE HIM THAT SLOPPY TOPPY 1009 AND HES GOING TO HEAVVAN WHEN IM DONE WITH HIS FINE ASS MY PROUDEST NUT IM FLICKING MY BEAN TO THIS SHIT IM SO HUNGRYYYYYYYHHHHHHHHHYYHHHHHHHH LEE HEESEUNG OMG BEND ME OVER
WILD WEST RIDE.
IN WHICH. . . just when you thought you'd never be able to improve your horse riding skills, ningning told you that lee heeseung, the seasonal winner of the competition, had proposed to coach you. you agreed without hesitation, only to find out what you're riding isn't a horse but rather... heeseung himself?
5.5k wc⠀❀⠀ cowboy au ♪♪ pro horse rider lee heeseung x fem! reader 𐧘 explicit mature content, stable sex, unprotected sex, mild ass spanking, riding, face-sitting, messy kissing, creampie, oral sex (m and f receiving), usage of pet names, reader wears heeseung's hat.
from author: there's truly a severe lack of cowboy fics so i decided to cook a little something. bgdc heeseung, i still think about you... also not sure what to feel about this new post format hm hm.
"Damn, what the hell happened to you?" Ningning asked, eyes widening in horror at the sight of your… pitiful state.
You plopped down into the couch, body practically sinking into it as you groaned, cradling your bleeding elbow close to your stomach. Ningning approached you with a first-aid kit held in her left hand. She sat on your right, her knees brushing against yours as the couch sinking further from the additional weight.
You visibly jerked away the moment she dabbed the damp cotton pad against your wound, hissing in pain. "I was practicing and got thrown off," you muttered.
NONSENSE — P. SUNGHOON
› chronically offline bf!sunghoon & f!reader
꧖ warnings: cursing. bad humor. sunghoon is a GRANDPA srs. — masterlist.
note: first post! 🎉 my humor is shit 💀 sorry. and english isn’t my first language 😅 double sorry
NOT ME ✴︎ starring all enhypen members
( 일곱 ) 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝗒𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗅 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝗂𝗆 ◞
・ ༝ ・ 𝖼𝗎𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗌𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗒 𝗆𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗉𝗈𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗒𝗉𝗌𝖾, 𝗇𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌, 𝗌𝗎𝗀𝗀𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾(?), 𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗄 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖾𝗅𝗌𝖾, , 𝗂𝗆𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍 9
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can i drink you? | 이히승
pairing : ˚⟡˖ lee heeseung x reader ˚⟡˖
In which: you’re chilling at the studio with heeseung but suddenly you both want more so you decide to drink him…
contents & tw : smut (MDNI), sexual references, suggestive content, oral (m receiving), tits play, nipple play, pet names? (baby), strong desires, kissing, neck kissing, biting, tell me what’s more…
anlovn ❀ : okay i was so inspired by his live😆, first smut kinda scared but whatever tell me what do you think about it…!
You were in the studio with heeseung. He asked you to come by after your work day, you obviously accepted.
So here you are listening to a new playlist. You are sitting on his thighs, your back against his torso. You are comfortable. His arms are on each side of you, he encircles you a little to be able to access the PC keyboard.
It's quite hot in the room, you wear a light strap top and shorts. Heeseung put his chin on your bare shoulder.
From time to time he places kisses and then whispers things in your ear or he hums the tunes of music, which has always made you easy.
Some sensations come to your lower belly, and you know these sensations very well. You tense up a little, heeseung feels it. So he smiles, he knows very well what to do in those moments.
He brings his arms against your waist and hugs you. He slides his head into your neck and smiles as he kisses you. You can't stop smiling. You close your eyes to enjoy the moment. Your hands cling to his arms.
From time to time he raises his head to slip things in your ear. "I missed you soooo much.", "I couldn't wait to see you again".
You let out a heavy breath. You also feel under you that he is enjoying and succumbing to the moment.
His kisses accelerate, your neck is filled with his saliva. So between your moans you whisper "heeseung...I want you..."
You don't lose a second and turn around to face him. His hands rest on your hips. Yours on his chest. You look at yourself for a long time. The tension rises very quickly.
He looks at you carefully from top to bottom, he smiles "you are so beautiful yn". You smile back and kiss him.
Your hands go up along his torso to reach his neck. This allows you to kiss him more deeply.
You lower your lips to his neck, your hands now sliding under his t-shirt. You feel him under your fingers, his body is hot, he wants it as much as you do.
You hear his little moans, his breath sometimes accelerating when you bite his Adam's apple.
You come back to his mouth. Everything is speeding up.
One of his hands goes up from your hips to your chest, the other remaining in the lower back of your back. His hand caresses over your top. He feels your nipples harden at his touch (fortunately for him you had decided not to wear a bra today).
Then, he gently lowers the top with his hand, revealing your breasts.
He stops kissing you to look at you. You, facing him on his thighs, your tits in front of his gaze, your nipples already hard.
You both blow. "I love you yn" he tells you before taking one of your tits in his mouth. His other hand going up to the unstimulated breasts, he massages it, kneads it, plays with your nipple between his fingers pressing it, pinching it, rolling it.
While, on the other side, he kisses and licks all along your tits. His mouth lingers on your nipple, he sucks it, kisses it, bites it from time to time to hear you scream.
You succumb to his touch, as always. He knows perfectly how to please and excite you.
Between your screams and moans, he lets go of your breasts, breathless. He looks you in the eyes and smiles when he sees you satisfied. The air is very hot in the room not only because of the weather, but also because of your tension.
"Wait two seconds yn, I'm thirsty"
He takes out his banana drink that had remained on his desk. He leans forward to retrieve it.
Your breasts always open in front of his sight so he instinctively puts his head on it when he bends over, your fingers resting in his hair.
He finally straightens up after catching it. He opens the package and starts drinking.
Until today, you didn't think that a man drinking could be so hot and attractive. He knows exactly how to excite you and sincerely you admire that.
He starts drinking and keeps the eyes contact with you. His eyes are completely riveted on yours. You observe him. The room is silent, only the sounds of him swallowing resound.
Your gaze goes down very slowly on his throat. You notice his Adam's apple that rises and falls with each descent. You're like amazed, it really affects you.
So, your eyes slowly rise to his when he stops drinking. You calmly ask him "can i drink you? ”
He smiles at your question letting the suspense last. He bends down to rest the now empty drink. He settles back in the seat, his gaze slowly going up along your body to end up on your eyes.
He smiles "you know how to please me... of course you can"
You don't hesitate for a second, your hands go down his belly. Your hands resting on his pants. You feel that he is impatient, he watches you do it carefully.
You unbutton his jeans, undo his fly. You get off his thighs and get up, your chest still in his sight.
He lifts his thighs to help you remove his pants and boxer. He finally sits down, now uncovered, his cock already hard.
You squat in front of him. You settle down half under the desk. Heeseung begs you, "take me please"
You smile when you see the effect you have on him.
You finally take him, your hand comes to catch his hard cock. You're still trying to get him excited by kneading him. "Please ynnnn" he says in a weak voice.
So, you finally take it in your mouth. You feel every vein of him. You start sucking it with back and forth. One of your hands is placed on his thigh the other caressing the places of his cock that you can't reach.
You take it completely, lick it, kiss it. He moans at your touch.
You bite him slightly sometimes harder, he reacts. "I'm close..." he said with his head stuck in the chair, his back arched.
You step back a little "cum for me baby" and you take it back completely, your movements accelerate, you take it in your cheeks.
His breath quickens, his hand clings to your hair, he pulls a little then, he finally cums in your mouth.
He opens his eyes a little and he sees you, holding what you said rather: you drink him.
He sees your mouth fill up, he wipes the corners of your mouth a little now bleached, it overflows.
He smiles, you swallow.
It excites him even more to see you squatting in front of him sipping him, your tits looks...
But suddenly...
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
"Heeseung are you there? We need you"
You let him go all at once. You put your top back up quickly. Heeseung promise you to continue this later...
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Mhmmmm yeah i like it!!! It’s my first smut 👏🏼👏🏼
Tell me if you like it i need your opinions!!🫶🏻
In Between Us 🎧
Pairing: Lee Heeseung × Fem!Reader
Genre: Friends to Lovers, University AU, Fluff, Brother's best friend.
Synopsis: Y/N tries to escape her brother Jake’s chaotic friend group, only to realize she can't escape her feelings for his best friend, Heeseung. After years of pining and a shared balcony kiss, they finally figure out what everyone else already knew.
WC: 4.28k!
🌷ꫝ note:
HELLOOOO. Happy Pride Month everyone!! 🌈😝 Since it’s your author’s birthday month too 🎂✨, I’m thinking of giving myself (and maybe you guys 👀) a little gift... Should I start writing BL ENHA fanfic? 🤭Drop your opinions below because I'm seriously considering it 😌💕
Living with Jake was less like having a roommate and more like being an unwitting extra in a sitcom that ran purely on caffeine, misplaced laundry, and zero concept of personal space.
Y/N’s morning routine had become a finely tuned survival strategy. Step one: crack open the bedroom door exactly two inches to check the perimeter.
On this particular Tuesday, the hallway was clear, but the kitchen was already a disaster zone. Jake was hovering over a frying pan in a pair of mismatched sweatpants, wielding a spatula like a baton while screaming the lyrics to an old rock ballad completely out of tune.
"Can you do that at a frequency that doesn't shatter glass?" Y/N groaned, dragging her feet toward the coffee maker.
"Good morning to you too, sunshine," Jake chirped, flipping a remarkably round pancake. "Eat fast. The storm is coming."
"What storm—"
The front door clicked open. It wasn't unlocked; they had simply memorized the keypad code months ago. In marched the cavalry.
Sunghoon led the pack, draped in an oversized designer coat, heading straight for the living room couch like a runway model completing a shift. He collapsed onto the cushions, pulled a sleeping mask over his eyes, and went completely still.
Behind him, Sunoo bypassed everyone entirely, opened the fridge, and let out a tragic sigh. "Jake, why is there no oat milk? I specifically texted the group chat that regular dairy makes my face puffy before lectures."
"Good to see you too, Sunoo," Jake muttered.
"We live here now," Sunghoon announced from beneath his sleeping mask, his voice muffled.
Y/N leaned against the counter, clutching her mug. "No, you don't. You have apartments. Paid for by your own parents."
"We emotionally live here," Jungwon corrected, walking in while sorting through a stack of index cards. Despite being younger than half the room, he already carried the exhausted energy of a preschool teacher on an unapproved field trip. "Jake, your Wi-Fi is faster, and Jay is making breakfast at our place but he’s using a skillet that ruins the texture of the eggs."
Right on cue, Jay burst through the door, holding a container of premium truffle oil like a weapon. "It doesn’t ruin the texture, Jungwon! It enhances the flavor profile! You have the palate of a toddler!"
"I like dinosaur nuggets, Jay, leave me alone," Jungwon countered calmly, sitting at the dining table and spreading his study notes across the entire surface.
By 8:30 AM, the apartment was fully occupied. Riki was on the floor, intensely playing a mobile game with his volume on max. Jay and Jake were arguing over the structural integrity of a sourdough loaf. Sunoo was taking selfies in the good morning light by the window.
And then there was Heeseung.
He had slipped in somewhere amidst the shouting, quietly taking the stool right next to Y/N. He didn't demand attention, nor did he add to the noise. He just reached over, gently swapped her empty coffee mug with a freshly poured one, and offered a sleepy, lop-sided smile.
"Morning," he murmured, his voice still raspy from sleep.
"How do you do that?" Y/N asked, looking at the chaotic wrestling match now happening between Jake and Jay over a cushion. "How are you so calm?"
"Practice," Heeseung chuckled, resting his chin in his hand. His dark eyes locked onto hers, warm and steady. "Plus, if I ignore them, they usually fight themselves to exhaustion and nap."
For eight months, this had been her life. She loved them—she really did. They were the family she didn't know she needed after moving across the country for university. But as Riki accidentally knocked over a lamp while trying to show Sunghoon a dance move, Y/N realized she needed a door with a lock that only she knew the code to.
The opportunity came three days later. Heeseung, while casually scrolling through his phone during a rare quiet moment, mentioned his cousin Haeun was looking to split the rent on a two-bedroom place just five minutes from the business building.
By the weekend, the boxes were packed.
Jake stood by the door, arms crossed, trying his best to look stoic but failing miserably. "You're really abandoning ship? Who's going to stop me from buying random things on late-night infomercials?"
"You have seven extra children to do that for you," Y/N said, lifting a heavy plastic bin.
"They aren't my children!" Jake yelled.
At that exact moment, Jay walked past the open door carrying a basket of Jake’s laundry. "Jake, where do you keep the color-safe bleach? Sunghoon spilled protein powder on your white hoodie."
Jake slowly pointed a dramatic finger at Jay, looking back at Y/N. "See?"
───
The transition to the new apartment was seamless. Haeun, a second-year psychology major, possessed a sharp, sarcastic wit that perfectly countered Y/N’s business-minded practicality. Within forty-eight hours, they had arranged the living room with fairy lights, a massive plush rug, and a strict "shoes off at the door" policy that the boys violated within twenty minutes of visiting.
"I thought you moved out to escape the circus," Haeun observed one evening, watching through the kitchen pass-through.
In the living room, Jake was stretched out across their new sofa, complaining about a professor, while Sunoo and Riki were testing which brand of instant ramen was spicy enough to make someone cry.
"I moved out to control the guest list," Y/N corrected, though she was currently handing Jay a cutting board. "Clearly, my security system failed."
"Your security system is just Jake having a key," Haeun laughed, taking a seat at the table.
University life quickly fell into a relentless, exhausting rhythm. As a Business Management major, Y/N found herself sharing almost every core lecture with Riki. It was a blessing and a curse. While it was great having a built-in study partner, Riki was a menace in an academic setting.
During a massive, 200-person lecture on Macroeconomics, the professor—a notoriously stern man in his late sixties—projected a slide defining fiscal policy.
Riki leaned over, his shoulder brushing against Y/N’s, and tapped her notebook. "Look at the font," he whispered.
"Riki, pay attention, this is 15% of the midterm," she hissed back.
"It’s Comic Sans, Y/N. He’s teaching global economics in a font meant for a puppy’s birthday invitation."
A snort escaped her mouth before she could stop it. The professor paused, his eyes scanning the lecture hall like a hawk. Y/N immediately buried her face in her hands, her shoulders shaking with silent laughter, while Riki sat perfectly straight, looking like the model student. They were kicked out of the campus library twice that month for similar infractions.
The third-years, meanwhile, tried to carry themselves with the dignity of upperclassmen. They failed spectacularly.
A joint study session at a local campus cafe ended when Sunoo, trying to demonstrate a specific hand gesture from a music video, knocked a full caramel macchiato directly across Jungwon’s neatly organized exam reviews. Jungwon hadn't yelled. He had simply closed his laptop, stood up, packed his pens into his pencil case with terrifying precision, and said, "I am going to graduate, move to New Zealand, and never look at any of your faces again."
───
It started with a casual introduction outside the university quad.
Jaehyun was a legend among the business and engineering departments. He was a third-year, shared several advanced statistics classes with Heeseung, and possessed the kind of effortless, golden-boy charm that made people stop and look when he walked by. He had sharp features, a deep laugh, and a habit of flashing a brilliant smile whenever he ran into Y/N near the campus cafe.
The butterflies arrived uninvited.
"What do you know about Jaehyun?" Y/N asked Jake one Sunday afternoon.
Jake was currently face-down on her living room carpet, recovering from a brutal engineering mid-term week. He didn't lift his head. "Which one? The one who looks like an anime prince or the one who drives the loud Honda?"
"The prince one. He's in Heeseung's major."
Jake slowly rolled over, his eyes narrowing into tiny slits. "Why are you asking?"
"Just... general curiosity. We’re in the same student association."
"Oh, gross," Jake groaned, covering his eyes with his arm. "You like him. You have the 'I’m thinking about a boy' voice. Stop it."
"I don't have a voice!"
"Y/N, I literally helped teach you how to talk. I know your voice. He’s not your type."
"You don't even know my type!"
"Your type is someone who can tolerate you when you're cranky at 6 AM because the coffee machine didn't brew fast enough. Jaehyun looks like he drinks green smoothies and wakes up early to jog. It’s a mismatch."
Frustrated by her brother’s complete lack of romance, Y/N sought out a more objective opinion. The next day, she cornered Heeseung in the student lounge while he was reviewing a coding project.
"Hey, Hee," she said, dropping her tote bag onto the chair opposite him.
Heeseung looked up, his expression instantly softening. The tired lines around his eyes vanished, replaced by that familiar, attentive gaze he only ever used on her. "Hey. Rough morning?"
"A bit. Can I ask you a question? About someone in your department?"
Jay, who was sitting two tables over typing furiously on his laptop, suddenly stopped. His ears practically perked up.
"Sure," Heeseung said, closing his laptop slightly to give her his full attention. "Who is it?"
"Jaehyun. What’s he like?"
The shift in the air was instantaneous. The easy, warm smile on Heeseung’s face didn't drop, but it stiffened. It became a mask. Two tables over, Jay let out a sudden, choking laugh that he tried to disguise as a cough, earning a lethal glare from Heeseung.
"Jaehyun?" Heeseung repeated, his voice dropping an octave. "He's... nice. Smart. Good at group projects."
"Is he single?" Y/N leaned in, completely oblivious to the way Heeseung’s fingers tightened against the edge of his laptop.
"I think so," Heeseung said softly.
He looked at her—really looked at her—and the genuine excitement in her eyes made something ache behind his ribs. He had been carrying this weight for two years.
He still remembered the exact night he had fallen for her. It wasn't some cinematic moment under the stars. It was a disastrous, chaotic college party during her freshman year. She had completely underestimated her tolerance for cheap tequila. One minute she was laughing loudly on a porch, and the next, she had stumbled forward and thrown up directly onto his favorite vintage jacket.
The entire group chat had gone silent, expecting Heeseung—who hated messes—to lose his mind. Instead, he had quietly taken off the jacket, thrown it in a trash bin, and spent the next four hours sitting on a bathroom floor with her. He held her hair, wiped her forehead with a cold paper towel, forced her to sip water every ten minutes, and eventually carried her piggyback all the way to Jake’s apartment, tucking her into bed while Jake slept through the entire thing.
The next morning, she had been too mortified to look at him.
"I'm moving to another country," she had sobbed into a pillow. "I ruined your jacket."
"It was an ugly jacket anyway," he had lied, sitting on the edge of her bed with a bowl of soup he’d bought from the corner store. "You'll survive, Y/N."
Since that night, he had been her anchor. Her best friend. The guy who knew exactly how she took her tea, which study playlists kept her focused, and how to calm her down during an anxiety spiral. And now, he had to sit across from her and help her navigate a crush on someone else.
"If you want," Heeseung said, the words tasting like ash in his mouth, "I can invite him to the group movie night next Friday. Give you a chance to talk to him outside of class."
Y/N’s face lit up, a brilliant, radiant smile that made his chest tighten. "Really? You'd do that?"
"Yeah," Heeseung murmured, forcing a smile back. "Of course I would."
───
Friday night arrived, and Jay’s apartment was packed to maximum capacity. The air smelled of delivered pizza, stale popcorn, and cheap beer.
The dynamic was wildly uncomfortable from the start. Jaehyun had actually shown up, looking effortlessly handsome in a dark sweater, sitting on the love seat next to Y/N.
But the rest of the room was acting like a security detail for a high-profile politician.
Jake sat directly across from them on a beanbag chair, staring at Jaehyun with unblinking, murderous intensity. Sunghoon was leaning against the wall, judging Jaehyun's posture. Jay kept pacing back and forth, offering drinks with an aggressive politeness that felt threatening.
"So, Jaehyun," Jake started, narrowing his eyes. "What are your long-term career goals after graduation?"
"Jake, stop interviewing him," Y/N snapped, blushing furiously.
Jaehyun just laughed, handling the pressure with grace. "It's fine. I’m actually hoping to go into corporate consulting."
Heeseung sat on the far counter, a red solo cup held loosely in his hand. He wasn't participating in the interrogation. He just watched. Every time Jaehyun laughed and leaned a little closer to Y/N, Heeseung took another sip of his drink, his face an unreadable wall.
As the night wore on, the movie was completely forgotten, replaced by a massive circle on the floor and several bottles of various spirits. The game shifted into a chaotic round of Truth or Dare.
The alcohol had taken its toll. Jake was currently clinging to a throw pillow like it was a life raft. Sunoo was leaning against Sunghoon’s shoulder, sleepily arguing about skincare. Jungwon was uncharacteristically giggling at a dent in the wall.
The bottle spun, its green glass neck slowing down until it pointed directly at Jaehyun.
"Alright, Jaehyun," Riki cheered, slightly slurring his words. "Truth or dare?"
"Truth," Jaehyun smiled, leaning back on his hands. "Make it good."
Haeun, who had been quietly observing the underlying tension in the room all night, smirked. "What's a secret you haven't told anyone on campus yet? Something big."
Jaehyun ran a hand through his hair, letting out a soft laugh. The alcohol had made him honest, his usual guarded persona dropping away. "Man, okay. I guess... well, everyone keeps trying to set me up with girls from the business department. But the truth is, I’m actually only interested in men. I just haven't figured out how to tell my roommates yet."
The room went entirely, completely silent.
The collective breath of seven guys caught in their throats. Jake’s eyes snapped wide open, his protective anger instantly evaporating into sheer confusion. Jay froze mid-sip.
Y/N felt the air leave her lungs. It wasn't anger; it wasn't even betrayal. It was just a sudden, massive wave of realization that crashed over her. The weeks of butterflies, the carefully planned outfits, the nervous stuttering in the hallway—it was all based on an illusion.
"Oh," Y/N said softly. The silence was heavy, but she forced a warm, genuine smile onto her face. "Wow. Thank you for telling us, Jaehyun. That... takes a lot of guts."
"Yeah, man," Jake added quickly, his protective brotherly instincts pivoting into supportive friend mode. "That's cool. Respect."
The game fractured after that. Within another hour, the heavy alcohol consumption caught up with the room. Sunoo and Jungwon were asleep on the floor. Jaehyun had called a cab, thanking everyone for a great night, completely unaware of the romantic wreckage he had left behind.
Y/N quietly stood up, stepping over Riki’s outstretched legs, and slid open the glass door to the balcony.
The cool autumn night air hit her face, a welcome relief from the stuffy, alcohol-scented apartment. The city lights stretched out like a blanket of diamonds. She wrapped her arms tightly around her jacket, staring down at the street below. She wasn't going to cry over a guy she barely knew, but the hollow disappointment in her chest felt heavy.
The sliding door clicked. Soft footsteps approached, stopping right beside her at the railing.
She didn't need to look. The scent of cedarwood and faint laundry detergent gave him away instantly.
"I'm sorry," Heeseung said quietly, his hands resting on the cold metal rail.
Y/N let out a breathy laugh, a puff of white air forming in front of her face. "Why are you apologizing? You didn't make him gay, Heeseung."
"No, but... I encouraged it. I brought him here. I watched you get your hopes up, and I didn't want you to get hurt."
She turned her head to look at him. The amber glow from the apartment window caught the sharp angle of his jaw, the soft texture of his messy hair. He looked tired, but more than that, he looked deeply, profoundly sad.
"You're a really good friend, you know that?" she whispered.
Heeseung let out a bitter, self-deprecating chuckle, finally turning his head to meet her gaze. "That's the problem, Y/N. I don't want to be just your friend. I’ve hated every single second of the last three weeks."
Y/N’s heart stopped. "What?"
"I hated helping you talk to him. I hated inviting him here. I hated watching you look at him the way I’ve been waiting for you to look at me for two years," he said, his voice raw, the words tumbling out before his filters could stop them. "But I did it because you looked happy. And I’m an idiot who would do literally anything to keep that look on your face."
The world seemed to shrink until the noisy city below disappeared entirely. There was just the steady hum of the balcony’s AC unit and the intense, desperate honesty in Heeseung’s eyes.
"Heeseung..." she breathed, her mind racing backward through the past two years. The soup when she was sick. The late-night rides. The way he always gave her his jacket without being asked. It wasn't just friendship. It never had been.
"You'll survive," he whispered, a faint, heartbreaking throwback to that morning on her bedroom floor.
"Shut up," she murmured.
She didn't think about the consequences. She didn't think about Jake sleeping inside or the complicated dynamic of their friend group. She simply reached out, grabbed the lapel of his denim jacket, and pulled him down.
───
The kiss wasn't a neat, clean conclusion. It was a chaotic, sensory overload.
Heeseung’s lips were cool from the night air but softened immediately against hers, his hand coming up to cup her jaw with a sudden, desperate possessiveness. It felt entirely different from anything she had ever experienced—intense, heavy with years of unspoken words, and yet deeply comforting. Like finally solving a puzzle she’d been staring at for months.
When they pulled apart, the reality of what just happened crashed into the space between them.
Heeseung blinked, his hand slowly dropping from her jaw. "Huh," he said, his brain seemingly short-circuiting.
"Huh," Y/N agreed, her fingers still tangled in his jacket.
They didn't go back into the apartment together. They didn't declare their love. Instead, they panicked in absolute, synchronized silence, said brief goodnights, and retreated to their respective homes.
The real problem began the next morning.
The universe did not allow them time to process. They were still part of the same seven-person ecosystem, which meant avoiding each other was mathematically impossible.
On Monday, during a group study session at the university center, the atmospheric shift was loud enough to wake the dead.
Y/N was sitting at the long wooden table, trying to read a case study on supply chain management. Heeseung sat directly across from her. He hadn't said a word to her since they arrived, but his actions were entirely unhinged.
When Y/N reached for a fry from the basket in the center of the table, Heeseung’s hand automatically moved his own order of chicken tenders closer to her side. When she reached for her water bottle and found it empty, Heeseung stood up without a word, took her bottle, walked across the lounge to refill it, and set it back down in front of her, his fingers brushing against hers for a fraction of a second.
Y/N’s face flushed a deep, bright crimson. She kept her eyes glued to her textbook.
Jake, who was sitting at the head of the table trying to solve a calculus problem, slowly lowered his mechanical pencil. He looked at Heeseung. Then he looked at Y/N. Then he looked across the table at Jay.
Jay slowly closed his laptop screen by two inches, his face completely deadpan. He nodded once.
Sunghoon, who was listening to music, pulled one earbud out, looked at the chicken tenders, and nodded.
Jungwon let out a long, heavy sigh, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "They think they're being undercover agents."
Riki didn't even look up from his phone. "It’s painful. Just kiss again so we can eat our lunch in peace."
"Excuse me?" Y/N choked out, her voice squeaking.
Jake stood up, his chair screeching loudly against the linoleum floor. He pointed a finger at Heeseung, his expression a mix of betrayal and sheer theatrical horror. "You. My brother in Diapers. My closest confidant. You are giving her the premium chicken tenders. You don't even let me touch those."
"Jake, it’s not what it looks like," Heeseung tried, his voice entirely calm despite the faint pink tint on his own ears.
"We know," the entire table chanted in unison.
───
Two months passed in a strange, agonizing state of limbo. They weren't dating, but they weren't not dating. It was a prolonged, mutual pining wrapped in the structure of university deadlines.
They went to an amusement park with the group in late October. On the roller coaster, when the drop happened, Heeseung didn't grab the safety bar; he grabbed her hand, his fingers locking with hers until the ride ended. During a 2 AM convenience store run for study snacks in the middle of finals week, he had spent twenty minutes helping her choose between two identical brands of potato chips just because he liked hearing her talk.
The realization didn't hit Y/N like a lightning bolt. It felt more like a slow, steady accumulation of snow.
It happened in the campus library at 9:00 PM on a Thursday. The building was nearly empty, the fluorescent lights humming softly above their desk. Y/N was staring at a financial spreadsheet, her brain completely fried from hours of calculations.
Heeseung was sitting beside her, typing out a research paper. He looked completely exhausted—there were dark circles under his eyes, and his hair was a messy, uncombed heap—but he still looked perfect to her.
He noticed her staring and paused his typing. "What's wrong? Did the numbers stop making sense?"
"Hee," she said quietly, closing her laptop.
"Yeah?"
"I think I like you."
Heeseung froze. His fingers hovered over the keyboard for three long seconds. Then, a slow, incredibly beautiful smile spread across his face, the tension leaving his shoulders. He let out a soft laugh. "You think?"
"Don't be a jerk," she muttered, grabbing a plastic pen and tossing it at his chest.
He caught it effortlessly, setting it down on his laptop. He reached across the small gap between their chairs, his large, warm hand sliding over hers, his thumb tracing the back of her knuckles. "I've liked you for seven hundred and thirty days, Y/N. I think it's about time you caught up."
"Is that a yes?"
"It's a 'finally,'" he whispered, leaning in across the desk to kiss her properly this time, right there between the rows of economics textbooks.
───
Jake found out exactly three minutes later because Riki had been hiding behind a nearby bookshelf tracking their progress and immediately sent a video to the group chat.
When they got back to Jake’s apartment later that night to drop off some borrowed books, the front door was already wide open.
Jake was sitting on the kitchen counter, staring at the ceiling like a man who had lost everything in a stock market crash.
"You like my best friend," Jake stated as they walked in, his voice entirely devoid of emotion.
"I do," Y/N said, holding Heeseung’s hand firmly.
Jake shifted his gaze to Heeseung. "You like my sister. The one who used to eat dirt when she was four."
"She’s grown a lot since then, Jake," Heeseung offered, completely unfazed.
Jake raised his hands to the sky. "God has truly abandoned this household. The betrayal is deep. The dynamic is ruined."
From the living room couch, Jay let out a laugh so loud it sounded like a bark, falling backward onto the floor. Jungwon was holding up his phone, recording Jake’s breakdown for a future compilation video. Sunoo was already texting Haeun to demand a full debrief on how the confession went down, while Riki was cheering from the kitchen, raiding the pantry for celebratory snacks.
Despite the dramatic protests and the endless teasing that followed for the next two years, Jake’s smile when he thought they weren't looking gave him away.
University life kept moving. The assignments got harder, the winter nights got colder, and the apartment remained a loud, chaotic, uncontrollable mess of seven boys who still treated the place like a free hotel.
But amidst the noise, the late-night study sessions, and the permanent smell of fried food, Y/N had found her spot. Right next to the guy who had held her hair back, who had guided her through her mistakes, and who now held her hand under the table while her brother screamed about Mario Kart.
She was exactly where she belonged.
Maybe we should’ve talk… ⋆ ˚。⋆୨ | 양정원
˚⟡˖ ࣪ yang jungwon x reader ˚⟡˖ ࣪ previous part
smau. friends with benefits. accidental pregnancy
In which : what if you get pregnant by your best friend ? ꒰ঌ ᴇɴʜʏᴘᴇɴ ໒꒱
contents & tw: mention of sex, strong language, accidental pregnancy, angst, pregnancy, fluff, humor, jealousy, social media au, friends with benefits, sexual references, suggestive content, MDNI
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What does riki means…🤔
I’m not completely sure about this, sorry it’s short but yk i like to make the series longer 🤭
˗ˏˋ NOTHING'S GONNA HURT YOU BABY
pairing: bf!sunghoon x gf!reader
summary: You come home exhausted after a horrible day at work, and your boyfriend Sunghoon immediately comforts you, takes care of you all night and stays close until you fall asleep in his arms.
content: very fluffy, established relationship, comforting, reader cries, kisses, petnames (baby), reader has a toxic work environment - lmk if i forgot something! wc: 1.7k
ʟᴀʏ'ꜱ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛᴀʀʏ 🧸✦ this is my first fic and english isn't my first language so please understand if this isn’t perfect yet! hope you enjoy this corny first fic i wrote <3
ᯓ★ now playing: Nothing's Gonna Hurt You Baby - Cigarettes After Sex
- ⋆✴︎˚。⋆⠀⠀
Ever since you started working at your new job, life had become a lot more exhausting than it used to be.
Working in an office full of people who were much older than you was already intimidating enough, but what made it worse was the constant feeling that you never truly belonged there. No matter how hard you tried, your coworkers rarely included you in conversations, and every day felt like a battle to prove that you deserved to be there.
Today had been especially difficult.
One coworker had spent the entire day making passive-aggressive comments, and somehow your boss had found yet another reason to criticize you in front of everyone. By the time your shift ended, you were mentally drained. You had spent most of the day fighting back tears, counting down the hours until you could finally go home.
The moment you unlocked your apartment door and stepped inside, you were greeted by the familiar warmth of home.
Sunghoon was sitting on the couch, one arm stretched across the backrest while some random show played quietly on the television. As soon as he heard the door open, he looked up, his expression softening immediately.
“Baby?”
You didn’t even have the energy to answer properly.
“Hi.”
Sunghoon muted the television and studied your face for a moment.
“That bad?” he asked.
Your shoulders immediately dropped.
“I’m so tired, Hoon.”
Without another word, he opened his arms and that was all it took.
You practically collapsed onto the couch beside him.
The second you settled against him, his arms wrapped securely around your waist, pulling you into his chest. One hand slid into your hair while the other rubbed slow circles against your back.
“Tell me everything.”
You buried your face against his hoodie and let out a quiet sigh.
Then the words just spilled out.
You told him about your coworker, about your boss, about how alone you felt, and how every morning you woke up already dreading work before the day had even begun.
Sunghoon listened quietly the entire time. He never interrupted, never looked distracted, and never once told you that you were overreacting.
He simply listened.
When your voice finally cracked, the tears you’d been holding back all day started falling. Immediately, his arms tightened around you.
“Hey, hey…” he whispered.
He pressed a gentle kiss against your forehead.
“It’s okay.”
You shook your head, squeezing your eyes shut.
“I’m trying so hard and it’s still not enough.”
“For them, maybe.” he murmured softly. “But that doesn’t mean you’re not enough.”
You closed your eyes as his words settled over you.
Sunghoon rested his cheek against the top of your head, holding you a little closer.
“You know what I see?”
You sniffled and looked up at him slightly.
“What?”
“Someone who wakes up every morning and keeps going even when things are difficult.”
He pressed another kiss to your forehead.
“Someone who works harder than anyone I know.”
Another kiss.
“Someone who’s incredibly kind.”
His lips brushed your skin again before he smiled softly.
“And someone I love very much.”
Fresh tears filled your eyes.
“Hoon…”
“They don’t get to decide your worth, okay?” he whispered. “Some rude coworkers and a bad boss don’t get to tell you who you are.”
You felt yourself relaxing slightly in his embrace, and Sunghoon’s smile softened when he noticed.
“There’s my girl.”
A weak laugh escaped you.
“I should make dinner.”
The second you tried to sit up, his arms tightened around your waist.
“Absolutely not.”
“Hoon-” you tried to stand up but his grip tightened.
“Nope. I can cook.”
You raised an eyebrow. “That’s a lie.” you said, knowing that he usually hates cooking.
He gasped dramatically.
“I’m offended.” your boyfriend said in a playful tone.
You couldn’t help laughing. “You’re terrible at cooking.”
“Okay, rude.” he answered.
“You’re literally proving my point.” you smiled at his answer.
Sunghoon pinched your side gently, making you flinch and laugh at the same time.
“Comfortable clothes. Now.”
You chuckled. “Yes, sir.”
“Good.”
He leaned forward and pressed a quick kiss to your nose.
“Let me take care of you tonight.”
- ⋆✴︎˚。⋆⠀⠀
While Sunghoon attempted to make dinner, you changed into one of his oversized hoodies and a pair of shorts before heading back into the kitchen.
You found him standing in front of the stove, concentrating harder than anyone should while making scrambled eggs.
Quietly, you wrapped your arms around his back from behind.
“How’s it going?” you asked him softly, smiling into his neck.
“Don’t distract me baby.”
You laughed softly. “It’s just eggs.”
“Exactly.”
“Hoon, these eggs are fighting for their lives right now.” He let out a small laugh at your comment.
You rested your chin against his shoulder, watching him work. “It smells good.”
Sunghoon smiled proudly without looking away from the pan.
“See? I’m improving.”
A few minutes later, the two of you were sitting together at the table.
The meal wasn’t fancy, scrambled eggs, toast, a few cherry tomatoes, and leftover rice and tofu from the day before. But somehow it tasted better than most restaurant meals.
Maybe because of who made it.
Sunghoon watched you carefully while you ate. When you noticed, you pointed your fork at him.
“Why are you staring at me?” you asked while you covered your mouth with your hand.
“Because you’re cute.” he said smiling at your cute reaction.
“That’s not an answer.”
“It is.”
“Sunghoon.”
He laughed softly, then his expression slowly softened as he looked at you.
“I just hate seeing you sad.”
Your heart squeezed at his words.
He reached across the table and intertwined his fingers with yours, holding them gently.
“I love you.”
You smiled immediately.
“I love you too.”
“Good.”
“Good?”, you asked, chuckling softly.
“Just checking.”
You laughed under your breath.
“Idiot.”
“Your idiot.”
- ⋆✴︎˚。⋆⠀⠀
After dinner, Sunghoon insisted on washing the dishes despite your protests.
While he took care of the mess in the kitchen you settled down on the couch and scrolled through your phone but after he disappeared into the kitchen for several minutes, you went looking for him.
Before you could say anything, two arms suddenly wrapped around your waist from behind.
“Found you.” Sunghoon said, his grip softly tightening around you.
You smiled.
“There you are.”
He rested his chin lightly on your shoulder.
“Come with me.”
He guided you toward the bathroom, still holding onto your hand. The moment the door opened, you froze.
The room was filled with the soft scent of vanilla. Warm candlelight flickered across the walls, and the bathtub was already prepared, steam gently rising from the water.
You turned toward him.
“You did all this?”
He shrugged slightly, almost shy.
“Hoon…”
He cupped your face gently, his touch warm and steady. “You deserve nice things too, you know.”
Your expression softened immediately.
“Thank you so much.”
He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead.
“Take your time and relax.”
- ⋆✴︎˚。⋆⠀⠀
After your bath, you felt lighter.
Not because your problems had disappeared, but because for the first time all day, your shoulders didn’t feel so heavy anymore.
When you stepped back into the bedroom, Sunghoon was already waiting.
He looked up from his phone and smiled softly. “There she is.”
You climbed onto the bed beside him, slipping under the blankets with a quiet sigh. The moment you settled in, he reached for you almost instinctively, like it was second nature.
His arm slid around your waist.
“Comfortable?” he murmured.
“Mm-hm.”
“Good.”
But apparently that still wasn’t close enough for him.
A few seconds later, he gently pulled you back until your back was pressed fully against his chest.
You let out a quiet laugh. “Hoon.”
“What?”
“You’re squeezing me.” you laughed.
“And?”
“And I need oxygen.”
“You’ll survive.” he answered, holding you as tight as possible.
Sunghoon's voice was already getting heavier with sleep, which only made you smile. He buried his face into the crook of your neck and let out a quiet, content sigh.
You could hear the smile in his voice even without seeing it.
Being close to you like this had always come naturally to him. Holding your hand, resting his arm around you, pulling you closer without thinking like it was the most normal thing in the world. Especially after days like this.
His fingers found yours beneath the blanket and intertwined with them.
“I’m proud of you, you know.”
Your heart softened immediately. “For what?”
“For getting through today.” He pressed a soft kiss behind your ear. “And yesterday.” Another kiss. “And every difficult day before that.”
You closed your eyes, breathing a little slower now.
“Thank you.”
“You don’t have to thank me.”
For a while, the room fell quiet. Only your breathing and the distant city outside filled the space.
Just when you thought he’d fallen asleep, his arms tightened around you slightly.
“Still here?” you whispered.
“Mm-hm.” he hummed softly.
“Why aren’t you sleeping?”
“Making sure you’re okay first.”
Your chest warmed. This place right here, in the arms of the person you loved the most, was your home. Not a place but a person.
“I’m okay.”
“Good.”
Then he pulled you even closer, if that was even possible.
“Hoon…”
“Yes?”
“There’s literally no space between us.”
“Exactly.”
You laughed softly. “Clingy.”
“Only with you.”
His voice was barely above a whisper now, warm, slow, already half asleep.
You turned in his arms so you were facing him. He immediately adjusted, pulling you into his chest like he’d been waiting for you to do it all along.
One hand settled in your hair, the other rested firmly on your back. His thumb moved in slow, soothing circles through your hoodie.
“Better?” he asked.
“Much better.” you whispered.
He smiled, resting his forehead gently against yours as he slowly placed his lips onto yours.
For several minutes, he just held you like that, fingers slowly brushing through your hair, sleepy kisses and his hand occasionally rubbing your back whenever you shifted.
Every touch was steady and calm, like he was trying to remind you without words that you were safe here. That you didn’t have to carry everything alone.
Eventually, your eyes began to feel heavy and of course, he noticed immediately.
He always did.
His hand moved to your cheek, thumb brushing softly across your skin.
“Sleep, baby.”
You hummed softly. “Stay close.”
His expression softened. “Always.”
One last kiss landed on your forehead before he gently tucked your head beneath his chin.
And even as sleep slowly took over, he didn’t let go once.
With the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your ear and his warmth wrapped around you completely, you finally drifted off together.
- ⋆✴︎˚。⋆⠀⠀
ʟᴀʏ'ꜱ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛᴀʀʏ ✦🧸 — lmk your thoughts in the comments!🫶🏻
heartbeat strums ⋆₊˚ yang jungwon
synopsis: yang jungwon was your ideal person. whenever the world and everyone in it seemed too fast for you, he would always be there to keep you grounded. his calm, his words, his heart were always just a phone call away for you, his best friend genre: jungwon x gn!reader, f2l, fluff, comfort fic, angst tw/cw: cursing, mental health, anxiety, overthinking, not proofreadkissing, makeout, sweet jungwon moments wc: 2,253 words a/n: was this a self-indulgent fic? yes, it was. sue me.. it was intense today for some reason so the comfort fic was necessary ♡(。- ω -) jungwon is my ideal comfort person (plus the not much prepared vid was so sweet). i hope everyone knows that it's okay to breathe and slow down -> please don't copy or translate ~^^
the human brain is a complex organ. it is the command center of the body, regulating everything from vital body processes, such as breathing and your heart rate, all the way to intricate functions, like your thoughts, memories, emotions, and sensory processing. if you were to rank it out of all the organs in your body, it would rank first place together with the heart, for it was a vital organ. a vital organ that just could not seem to shut up.
you glanced over at the clock hanging on your wall and groaned at the time. 10:47 pm. your eyes flickered back over at your laptop, refreshing the page only to find that nothing has changed. multiple tabs remain untouched. the list in your notes app is still unticked. the blank word document reflected off of your blue-light glasses, that were proving to be of no help since your eyes still hurt. slowed emotional music continued to play at 50% volume, only reminding you of the empty feeling spreading through your chest. fucking hell.
it had been over four hours since you last did something productive, stuck in this endless loop of writing, deleting, pulling at your hair, scrolling through social media, and hating yourself because somehow everyone was doing something useful except for you. it was utter torture. why couldn’t you be like them? why did you have to be stumped over every little thing?

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— LET'S MAKE LOVE TONIGHT
pairing: heeseung × fem!reader ⋆。𖦹°⭒˚。⋆
genre: est. relationship, angstish, suggestive, comfort
w/c: 1,7k
warnings: descriptions of sexual abuse in the past, softdom!hee, use of petnames, insecure and traumatized reader
Maybe we should’ve talk… ⋆ ˚。⋆୨୧˚| 양정원
˚⟡˖ ࣪ yang jungwon x reader ˚⟡˖ ࣪
smau. friends with benefits. accidental pregnancy
In which : what if you get pregnant by your best friend? part 1 ゚ ꒰ঌ ᴇɴʜʏᴘᴇɴ ໒꒱ ゚
contents & tw: mention of sex, strong language, accidental pregnancy, angst, pregnancy, fluff, humor, jealousy, social media au, friends with benefits, sexual references, suggestive content, MDNI
with: sunoo, ni-ki (enhypen), eunchae (le sserafim)
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What yn gonna say…?
enhypen baby trapping- Heeseung version, Jay version, Jake version, Sunghoon version, Sunoo version, Jungwon version, Niki version
Pairings~ bf!enhypen x gf!reader
Synopsis~ your boyfriend cut the condom without you noticing?!
Warnings~ smut (mdni 18+), dubcon/noncon in the sense that Sunoo cuts the condom to get reader pregnant without her knowing, creampie, swearing (I can’t think of anything else)
Genre~ smut, hard thoughts, fluffy parts, angst (only for this one)
Word count~ roughly 1.1k…. I got a bit carried away…
Taglist~ @supercalifraiglejakr @nnhypenn @h-eva-n @strxwbloody
Author note~ part five of the seven.. can you tell Sunoo is my bias wrecker?? Jungwon’s will probs be longer tbh. Also, there’s a lot of hate about this series in my inbox right now, I don’t appreciate these comments so please stop! Taglist open, requests open, anons come to me 💕!!
𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗅𝗂𝗆𝗂𝗍𝗌 - 𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘯 🎧✮˚.⋆
brother's best friend!sunghoon × fem!reader
synopsis: just as sunghoon sent you a message saying he's jake's friend and that he would pick you up... you found him lowkey hot. problem? jake would kill you both if he even got close to smiling at you.
warnings/notes: jake is reader's brother, jake is extremely possessive of you and kind of a jerk, sunghoon tries to be nonchalant, mentions of sexual activity, sexting, forbidden relationship, swear words, mention of sunghoon getting hard, explicit blurred pictures (more will be added as we go). minors do not interact.
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✩ ₊˚ making niki take you in backshots as punishment
"please, baby. i wanna see your pretty face," niki pleads for the umpteenth time.
niki will take you however you need him to, but you and him both know he prefers it when you're facing him.
tonight you're denying him of that pleasure, not even straining your neck to spare him a glance.
"m-mm. no riki. take me just like this, since you want to–shit–act out."
his hips slow into deep strokes. he's close and he knows you are too. but he doesn't want to finish like this.
"y/n, i'm sorry. i promise i won't do it again, hm? just let me flip you over, or at least look at me."
you push your hips back into his, chasing your own pleasure, while pretending to still think about it. "what do i get out of it, hm?"
niki almost rolls his eyes, but he knows he's already on thin ice. anymore mishaps you might leave him with blue balls. "the best orgasm of your life," he replies.
you suck your teeth. "fine, riki."
he barely wastes a second before he's flipping you over and manhandling your legs onto his shoulders, damn near folding you in half.
he slips back into you with a moan, finally being able to see that beautiful face he's fallen in love with.
"f-fuck baby. you look sooo good." he groans, hips pounding into you. you clench at the praise, moans starting to flow out as he repeatedly hits that spot inside of you.
his eyes never leave your face, every reaction and twitch going straight to his dick. and then you make a face he knows all too well.
"you close, baby?" he grunts, trying to keep up his pace.
"yes, please– don't stop." now you're the one pleading. he could be mean. he could deny you of a sweet release like you did him, but at this point he needed to see you cum more than you needed to feel it.
"cum on this dick, y/n, give it to me. fuck–"
like a rubber band, you snap, legs shaking as you clench around him, his release following soon after.
₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊
a/n: i literally wrote this all in one go idk i got bored. anyways i think he would genuinely like to be all up in ur face during sex so . yea

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Dripping Into You
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On a stormy evening after a group project, college student y/n finds herself soaked and stranded with her childhood best friend, Yang Jungwon.
Warning : jungwon!bestfriend x femreader 18+ MDNI , slight cursing, Smut, Fluff, College AU, Best Friends to Lovers, Unprotected Sex (raw), Multiple Rounds (missionary, cow girl ) , Fingering, Oral (69), Dirty Talk, Teasing, Slight Size Kink, Possessiveness, Fluff-to-Smut.
word count ( 6.6k )
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Could you write Jungwon helping reader through a panic attack?
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STUDY, STRESS, AND JUNGWON (IN THAT ORDER...UNFORTUNATELY)
Pairing: bf!Jungwon x f!reader - est. relationship
Panic attacks, sleep deprivation, and a dangerously attentive boyfriend.
Genre: Slice-of-life • soft romance • hurt/comfort • fluff • college au
TW: Panic attacks • Academic burnout • Anxiety • Hyperventilating • Sleep deprivation • Stress-induced breakdown • Mentions of self-neglect (forgetting to eat/sleep) • Crying • questioning one's self worth
WC: 1.9k ✦ Requests: CLOSED ✦
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You don’t realise you’re spiralling at first.
It starts small. A missed sentence in your notes. Then another. A paragraph you read three times without understanding a single word. Your room is too warm, then too cold. The highlighter in your hand slips because your fingers are trembling, but you convince yourself it’s just exhaustion.
Outside your window, the city is quiet in that strange late-night way that only makes you feel more alone.
3:04 AM glows from the corner of your laptop screen.
You still have three lectures left to revise.
Your chest tightens.
You stare at the page harder like maybe you can force information into your brain through panic alone.
The words blur. You blink rapidly. Breathe.