𑁍 Hyunjin ꒰ Stray Kids ꒱ Lockscreens

— (4:00 am) | hp au • hufflepuff!bfjake x gn!reader • fluff • 0.7k

author’s note: reader’s house isn’t mentioned; so you can picture yourself in any house you please :) — i am an absolute sucker for hp jake fics so i had to write a little blurb for jake, hope u like it !!

You watch in adoration as you observe your Hufflepuff!boyfriend, Jake Sim, retreat off of his quidditch broom with a slight hop added to his step; subconsciously bumping his best friend’s fist out of triumph—all regards of his cheeky smile directed towards the quidditch match that he had won against the opposing Slytherin team.

“My love!” Jake calls out to you sweetly before pressing a quick peck to your cheek. “Please tell me you saw me catch the snitch…” he continues enthusiastically and a bit worried.

You had been so entranced by his bright eyes and by the sheer after glow of his match that shimmered across his smooth skin that you realized you hadn’t uttered a single word to your anticipating boyfriend.

Shaking your head, you zone yourself back into reality, gripping firmly onto your boyfriend’s big arms. “Of course I saw, Jakey! You did so amazing out there as always, my love.”

The boy intertwines his hand with yours as he begins walking with you out of the quidditch field bounds. “Mm, you may say that…but your wondering eyes during the match tell me something different.” Jake remarks. “Something been on your mind, Y/n? Anything you wanna tell me?”

You tsk at his curiosity. “What makes you think I have anything to tell you, Hufflepuff?”

Jake giggles at your sly tone. “Dunno, maybe the fact that you were practically talking to Draco the entire time.”

You stop in your tracks, now standing near the steps leading into Hogwarts itself, taken aback by and slightly offended by your boyfriend’s statement. “What is that supposed to mean? You don’t mean to tell me that you think that I could’ve possibly been flirting with Draco Malfoy, do you?”

Jake shakes his head, rejecting your question. “No, not exactly that. However, he has been talking to you a lot lately. Care to tell me why or shall I go ask him myself?”

You signal for Jake to stop talking. “Enough with the inquiries, Sim. You know I have better things to do with my time than to be talking to that bloody Slytherin skunk.” You respond, tracing the knuckle lines of Jake’s hands.

You look up to see Jake pouting the littlest bit, a common act he takes up each time he’s clearly in the obliviously-jealous-boyfriend-territory.

Reaching up to cup his cheeks, you soothe your thumbs up and down his cheekbones. “Common now, Sim. You really wanna know?” you ask with a sigh. Jake doesn’t respond but you can tell that he’s itching for an answer.

“Well, Malfoy was talking absolute rubbish about you—going on and on about how he doubted you could ever catch the snitch. So I-being the most amazing person I am, told him to take his words and shove them right up his-“

And before you could even finish your sentence, Jake was laughing heartily, eyes crinkling in delight and both hands coming up to encase yours that were still resting upon his cheeks. “I don’t need to know the rest, Y/n. I have no doubt that your words mentally sent him all the way to Azkaban.”

You stifle a giggle, opting to rest your head on his chest, hands wrapping around his waist as he begins smoothing his own upon your back. You hum at his words in acknowledgment.

“But just so you know—I would’ve gotten physical if I had to! No one bad mouths my boyfriend. Plus, I knew you’d win, so Malfoy was lucky I ignored his incessant remarks!”

Jake peers down at you, smiling at you in absolute awe. “I admire the fire in you, Y/n. Who needs a defense of the dark arts class when I have you by my side?”

Laughing at his cheesiness and mediocre attempt at flirting, you tear your head apart from his chest, gazing up at the galaxy in his eyes.

You kiss Jake ever so gently as your lips rest upon his own for what seems to be an entirety. That is until Professor Mcgonagall clears her throat in a stern attempt to cease your public display of affection.

You separate from Jake and bite your lip lightly, looking at McGonagall in disdain-then back to your puppy eyed boyfriend.

“Precisely, Sim.”

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Hey! I saw that your requests were open so how about an Omegaverse fic (i think you will become the first Enhypen blog to ever write one, mwah) where the Popular! Student Jungwon goes after a not-so-popular and shy omega reader?

☆彡 how to claim an omega

☆彡 summary: yang jungwon has always been the definition of the word perfect, and so the people around him almost praises and kisses the ground he walks on. even when it came to girls, various omegas practically throw themselves at the pureblooded alpha but he never payed them no mind because he already has his eyes set-on a certain, timid omega that's been trying her best to avoid him at all costs.

☆ genre: fluff, slight crack, slow-burn?, omegaverse au, high school au

☆ warning/s: cursing, brief mentions of anger issues

☆ word count: 2.7k

☆ note/s: thank you anon for requesting this! best read while listening to 'danger' by bts.

bickering. that was the first thing that came through the passerby's ears in the spacious halls of the building.

''keep your mouth shut if you want to keep your head and body intact.'' a low growl emitted from the faux blond as he trails off somewhere with the others following closely behind, the leftover liquid that was spilled earlier can still be clearly seen on his uniform that once used to be a spotless, white surface. "fucking school and it's fucking old machines, i thought we paid for these?"

''you should be more careful, you dumbass. stop letting out your anger on everything.'' a black haired male from behind the blond groaned, the usual serious expression that adorned his face being visible as broad daylight as the group just tried to hold back their laughter even more.

''blame the school for making such weak-ass juice packaging's, i barely even held the box!'' the figure skater only rolled his eyes at the exclaim, frown deepening even further and not bothering to listen to a single thing that the male was saying. why was he so worked up about a drink that splashed his face anyways?

''break it up you two. jay, stop blaming it on the juice box when you're mad because you failed the physics test.'' jake sighed, "the results are there, you can't just magically change it." running a hand through his hair as he stood up on the bleachers and tried to get some peace of mind, paying zero attention to the two that were still bickering even after his statement that hit too close to home.

to be frank, it was just another normal day at the said field. that was until jay failed his physics test and decided that it was a fun idea to break a vending machine just to let some steam out, but not before buying one of the juice cartons. to which he also managed to squish, resulting in the whole uniform mess from earlier.

and as a result of the broken school property, the blond got sent to the principal's office, but the only thing he did was inform on how he could pay for it and replace it for a new one. there was no point in trying to send him to the office if all he did was toy with the higher ups, amusement clearly written on his face.

''can't we just be normal for once?'' the youngest of the group mumbled under his breath, but it still somehow managed to reach the ears of the male sitting beside him who gave him a light punch at his shoulder.

''it's not us if we don't cause shit to happen at least once a day, it's our hidden trademark.'' sunoo hummed at the boy who let out a small laugh of his own at the older male's remark. "i suppose so." ni-ki sighed.

''thanks to jay's recklessness, we had to explain on why one of the vending machines in front of the first year's hall was crushed into a pulp.'' the bitter smell of spoiled coffee was the first thing that greeted the lot along with the obvious vexation from the guy's voice made them all flinch slightly.

''seriously, we always have to pick up your mess.'' another one groaned, throwing a folder on the benches as he ran a hand through his face; stopping himself from snarling and scolding the one who caused this whole fiasco.

chorus of nervous chuckles filled the area as the closest people next to the fuming pureblooded male averted their gaze elsewhere, the stench of coffee that had gone bad getting stronger than it was a few seconds ago.

''before jungwon rips your heads out, i just want to say that i'm not mad but please refrain from damaging any more of the schools' property that are probably older than you.'' heeseung reminded, sending a small smile of affirmation towards the younger ones who immediately nodded in agreement.

''somebody let me copy their biology work, i'm too tired to deal with this.'' jungwon exclaimed as he sat down next to sunghoon who bewilderedly looked at him with furrowed eyebrows and a confused expression. that was not what he was expecting after they did something dumb or out of the line.

''wow, you're actually letting us keep our lives?'' the blond snickered, crossing his arms as he leaned against the railings of the bleachers only to be met with a hard glare that was directed at him. at this, jay could only raise both of his arms up in surrender, fully knowing on whatever the pureblooded could do if he ticked him off even more.

''one point for our president yang, and zero for park!'' jake hollered, catching the attention of the other students that were passing by the field at the mention of their names.

jungwon could only snicker silently as he copied-off sunghoon's answers, hoping that they were right or he'll punch the figure skater in the face for sure.

sweet cream and lavender, those were the only thoughts running through the alpha's mind who was currently surrounded with the stares of the girls in his class but he gave them no mind. it was something he got used to once he stepped foot into the institution.

''council meeting later at four, don't be late.'' was the first thing he was greeted with along with a slap at the back of his head coming from the other pureblooded alpha who just entered the class.

''for fuck's sake, i'm literally the president.'' the cat-like male growled startling at the older, startling the beta sitting beside him that was minding his own business as jungwon sent an apologetic look towards him as he continued to fume towards the senior.

''you're the president yet you can't control that anger of yours.'' heeseung sang in a random tune, irking the younger even more but did nothing brutal and only sent a sharp glare towards the secretary and faced forward.

''what are you doing here?'' an exasperated sigh came from the younger as he asked heeseung, not even glancing at him; just annoyed on why was he bothering his peace and quiet and also clearly knowing that the male was two years up higher than him.

''i'm here to annoy sunoo, not you.'' the alpha grunted, looking around the large classroom only to be disappointed that the other faux blond wasn't there.

''he's in the cafeteria with jay.'' jungwon snickered, still not sparing heeseung a glance who's breath quickly hitched at the mention of the latter's name, standing up to his feet and running down towards the said place. he's not having it with them and the broken vending machine, he's had it.

jungwon stifled a laugh, the confused faces of the other third years in his class made it amusing as the well-known council secretary suddenly sprinted out.

but the sickeningly sweet scent that he recognized ever-so-familiarly took him back to his senses as it made made jungwon sigh for the umpteenth time that day.

he's always the center of the attention wherever he goes, if he wanted something; he would just ask and it's immediately in the palm of his hands, he's a pureblooded alpha and the one and only yang jungwon for crying out loud but why couldn't he grasp her?

that very same omega that's two seats away across from him, that same omega that scrunches her nose every once in a while- way too adorable in the alpha's opinion; 'cause she's so focused at the book in front of her.

''hey (y/n), sunoo's your partner for the lab report right?'' the sudden attention made the meek female slightly flinch as she can feel the obvious glares by the other omega's in the same room as her.

facing the pureblooded, she sent a small nod; nothing much. but the evident color of red plastered on her cheeks made him chuckle as the butterflies in his stomach he never even knew existed suddenly came to life, only if she knew the effects she's been giving him nowadays.

''we swear, we just bought food. he didn't break something.'' speak of the devil.

sunoo's voice were heard as they entered the room, finger pointing towards the older blond that nodded in agreement as heeseung looked at the two suspiciously.

''stop staring and approach her already.'' one of the three silently laughed, causing for jungwon to send a warning look towards their way.

''say that when (y/n) stops avoiding me.'' the president bitterly mumbled, his scent making the slightest change as the trio gave a knowing look to the pureblooded who was busy frowning on his seat.

before heeseung could utter another word, the bell rang. signaling the start of morning classes that made him scowl, dragging jay behind him who didn't even get to say anything.

yang jungwon has always been aware when it came to his looks, but couldn't really help but feel confused when it came to (y/n).

almost every single omega he met wanted him to became their alpha, he gives them one glance and they're already on their knees.

but you were a peculiar one.

the omega always avoided his gazes, barely talking to him when he approaches her, and manages to run away just when he escaped from the hoard of

the omega always avoided his gazes, barely talking to him when he approaches her, and manages to run away just when he escaped from the hoard of students that's surrounding him.

what made it even more frustrating is that she got him wrapped around her little finger and she wasn't even aware of it, not even a single bit.

but that wasn't happening today, not when he had a lot of free time before the council meeting starts.

jungwon somehow always knew that (y/n) heads of straight into the library after the lectures, he's memorized every single corner of the building and he just knows where she's gonna be.

''and where do you think you're going?'' sunghoon questioned once he saw the said president frantically passing by his class, it's a good thing that he was just standing outside the door or he would've missed the younger frantically walking around the halls.

it wan an unusual thing to see, really. one of the most people that most of the students looked up to and respected greatly were skipping his classes and with sunghoon being the witness made it even more entertaining.

''hyung, why are you here?'' the black haired male asked, halting his steps as the ice skater walked over to him and slapped the back of his lightly making the younger lowly growl but sunghoon only scoffed and crossed his arms.

''don't answer my question with another one. now, where the hell are you going and why are you skipping class?'' he impatiently tapped his foot on the tiled floors surface, an eyebrow raised as he stared down at the youngers' form who only gave him a sheepish chuckle.

''it's my free period.'' was jungwon's very simple response.

''so that explains why you're running around like a madman, sure i'll buy that.'' but he wasn't having it, the male was up to something. he can practically smell the change of his scent as it got stronger in anticipation and excitement.

''chasing after my omega.'' the unexpected response coming from the pureblooded alpha made sunghoon freeze and eyes widen in the tiniest bit, staring at the so-called perfect guy's running form as a small but knowing smile made its' way up his lips, sharp canines making themselves known and visible.

''what was that about?'' jake's voice pulled him back into reality as his head was sticking out in the room's door, wondering on why sunghoon was just standing there like an idiot and somehow asking on why did yang jungwon disappeared out of their line of sight in just a few seconds.

''our mr. president yang finally grew some balls.'' the dark haired male sighed and went inside the room as the newly process information made jake smile and jake his head. he doesn't have to push the younger anymore into confessing to (y/n), finally.

silent footsteps and pages of various books being flipped over were the only noticeable sounds inside the obnoxiously large area, smells of old parchment paper and scented candles was the first thing that greeted him as soon as he stepped inside.

it's a good thing that he's been in the library a lot of times or he would've been lost in between the towering shelves.

he could smell her scent even from the entrance and it drove him crazy, dizzy even. it made his mind blank yet go into a frenzy at the same time, the feeling was mildly exhausting but he had no intentions of backing down, not when you were just a few shelves and tables away from him.

''is this seat taken?'' his voice startled her, shrinking back into her seat at the ever-so familiar scent of black coffee with an undertone of expensive cologne and leather clashed into her senses.

''no it isn't.'' the omega shook her head and buried her nose even deeper into the book, squirming and avoiding the pureblooded's gaze at all costs.

the president only nodded, placing a bunch of random books into the table. he only removed them from the shelves to make it seem less unnoticeable that he came here for her, a risky move but he was a little desperate.

''say (y/n), are you avoiding me?'' jungwon's rather straightforward question made her face flush in embarrassment, he's caught on to what she was doing earlier than she expected it to be and the alpha's tone of voice didn't made her feel any better.

the smell of lavender turned into burning wood in a few seconds made worry flash in his eyes, his only instinct; pull her into his side and bury his nose into the omegas' neck and rubbed her sides in comfort.

''hey there, i'm sorry. i didn't mean to sound so harsh, take deep breaths for me, please?'' he whispered in a hushed voice, burying his nose even more into (y/n)'s scent gland as she whined silently in distress.

the immediate change on the omegas' scent made the pureblooded alpha sigh in relief, rubbing her sides as she buried her head into his shoulder. finding the presidents' scent calming for some unknown reason, but it still didn't ease the daunting feeling at the pit of her stomach.

''i was too intimidating, wasn't it?'' jungwon joked, lifting his head up as he observed her inhumanely beautiful features that always managed to make his breath hitch.

he knew that the female has always been pretty but looking at her from a closer angle made his heart beat a hundred times faster than usual. her long hair silk-like hair cascading down her back, eyes looking alluring as he could stare into them for hours, and kissable lips made jungwon inwardly huff.

this girl was too good to be true, and he's sure that he's gonna let her know on how beautiful she was. he was gonna start it by scenting her from head to toe, and he would make sure that everyone knew who this omega belonged to.

small murmurs and gossips can be heard throughout the classroom as they stared at the people comfortably sitting in the back in the middle of break, some of them expected this to happen but just not this soon.

on the other hand, the two paid them no mind. too busy in their own little world as their known president had an arm around the significantly smaller females' waist with a smug expression painted on his face. and (y/n), silently basked in the alpha's warmth.

different voices coming from outside the walls made everyone lean back in their seats and wait silently in anticipation. most of the time, everyone minded their own businesses but this was an opportunity none of them could pass on.

the great yang jungwon, the well-respected student council president and the perfect pureblooded alpha had an omega in his arms and by the looks and even the smell in the air, he has practically bathed her in his scent.

''jungwon-hyung, what the hell?!'' ni-ki's booming voice made the said male turn his head quickly, the four of them had their mouths wide agape in shock while the well-known figure skater and jake had shit-eating grins on their faces.

''finally, someone to control your anger issues.'' heeseung puffed out a breath, placing a hand over his chest like a mother would if her son did something honorable.

yang jungwon just claimed an omega, his omega to be exact. and it made the whole zoo in his stomach go into chaos, but he was loving every moment of it.

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I LOST THE JAKE FIC I WAS READING WTAFWTQGFWFWFWF

ok */crrjes

come to bed?

fluffy! hyunjin x reader,

2am, you quietly enter your home. it’s dark, it’s quiet, no sign of hyunjin.

the smell of freshly baked bread still lingers after hyunjin spent the evening trying to recreate his mother’s apple bread.

tiptoeing into the bedroom, you’re careful not to wake your sleeping boyfriend.

dropping your bags, you hear shuffling coming from the bed.

“baby?” hyunjin peeks from under the covers.

“oh- i’m sorry! did i wake you?” you worry.

“no, no, i’ve been up for a while. come to bed?” he ushers you.

“i will, need to shower first though.” you reassure your impatient lover.

he whines in protest as you bend to give him a quick kiss on the forehead before you maliciously abandon him yet again.

you hurriedly shower, eager to finally get some time with hyunjin after your long night.

finally climbing into your comfortable bed, hyunjin turns around to wrap his arms around you and hold you impossibly close, placing a few very soft kisses along your crown.

“how was it? did you have fun?” he asks, brushing your hair through his fingers.

“i guess it was fun, missed you though. it’s just hard to have fun being away from-”

her.

there’s that familiar sound again.

“i got it, you’re tired, go to sleep.” he spoke before kissing your forehead and unbinding you from each other.

rolling over and grabbing the baby monitor from his bedside, hyunjin mutes it before hopping out of bed.

he’s already heading out the door of your bedroom before you could say a word.

he told you to stay but you can’t help it. you follow behind him quickly, a man on a mission, his long legs carrying faster than yours ever could this late into the night.

nearly out of breath, placing your hands on his hips, you peek from behind hyunjin.

normally he would jump at the sudden touch from behind, but he was far too focused on the issue at hand.

“aigoo~ why is my baby crying?” he coos as he gently picks her up from her crib. he holds her gently in his arms and begins to ever-so-lightly rock her.

almost immediately she stops crying.

all you can do is sit back and watch in awe.

hyunjin has always been the favorite between the two of you, but you don’t really mind. she’s still your baby and of course she still loves you with all the emotion she can process at six months old.

she’s such a daddy’s girl and it absolutely melts your heart.

you sit on the chair in the corner of the room, overwhelmed with drowsiness. through tired eyes, you watch your boyfriend sing a makeshift song to try and get your daughter back to sleep.

“i think she’s hungry” he says as he turns to you sitting behind him.

except you’re sound asleep.

so once he’s finished feeding your daughter and putting her back to sleep, he gently scoops you from the chair, careful not to wake you— though not successful— and takes you back to bed.

you let out a whine in protest of him disturbing your sleep, but that doesn’t stop him from ensuring you’re comfortable. he tucks you in before then tucking himself in, settling into your previous position with your limbs intertwined, and placing kisses on your temple with some incoherent whispers in between.

forget his career, he’d rather spend his life taking care of the two of you if it meant moments like this.

a/n: i literally wrote this months ago and never posted it but baby fever got the best of me 💔

look. all of them were so adorable and handsome but lee know was serving. lee know owns the mv for ‘There’.

#mewithchangbin'sbiceps

in which minho represents me today

A side from Byler, I'm a big tsukiyama shipper🫶

the mole soulmate one always gets me with hyunjin huhuhu

Orange

hyunjin x reader. childhood friends to lovers. implied soulmates. hyune's pov.

this is the prequel & sequel to you're in the wind, i'm in the water. you need to read the prev fic first to understand how hyunjin and mc confessed to one another!!

this is very self indulgent but it's also my bd gift so i get a pass hehe also a tribute to one of my fav love languages which is peeling an orange for someone :')

based on Chemtrails Over the Country Club by Lana Del Rey,, so highly recommend listening to it while reading :)) feedback is appreciated as always <333

i'm on the run with you my sweet love

The beige sand warms the soles of your feet as you and Hyunjin run along the shore. His parents sit by a towel, watching you with idle curiosity as you’re propelled forth by the brisk winds; and a sense of feedom only found in the tender hearts of children.

Hyunjin doesn’t know where you’re taking him. He didn’t question you when you entwined your fingers with his before running away, your footprints etched upon the sandy canvas. His sole attention was on your clammy hand, tightly clasping his.

Hyunjin didn’t yet understand what it meant to crave the hand of someone in yours, for it to feel natural for fingers to hold one another. He was only seven. What does one really know at this age?

But he knew that he was drawn to grand things. The beauty of fireworks as they unfold in the sky, dazzling colors rivaling the hues of sunsets. To the towering sunflowers his mother takes him to see, so tall their petals almost seem to be reaching for the sun’s embrace. To the full moon and the way it hangs close to earth, as if yearning to enter our horizon, to sink into the soil and rest.

But in that moment, as he watched your gleeful smile, the blush tinting your cheeks as you tugged him along, a different amazement grew within his soul. It was quiet, it was soft, it didn't overwhelm his seven-years-old heart. It was enough.

You finally stop by a rock, settling in the sand with your hair fanning around you like a halo. Hyunjin hovers over you, his tentative gaze tracing your features, trying to pinpoint what had made that peculiar feeling pour over his body, like candle wax finally meeting its destined mold.

He doesn't find an answer, only your kind smile as you tap the place near you. You were giddy, as if you had run far when his parents remained mere meters away.

Hyunjin had noticed this urge in you to flee, to wander, always. He didn't know what it means. He thought that perhaps you didn't know either. He wondered if you'd ever run away from him. The question burned the tip of his tongue.

"Will we always run together?" Hyunjin suddenly asks, kneeling to meet your eyes.

"If you want to," you shrug. "Will you run away with me when we're older?"

"Where to?" he asks, a note of apprehension coloring his tone.

"I don't know. We'll know later."

"Okay."

"You pinky promise?"

"I do," Hyunjin entwines his pinky with yours, before leaning down to press a chaste kiss on your thumb pad. He avoids your eyes as a dusty blush cascades on his cheeks, akin to the fading pink of a sunken sunset. You giggle, reciprocating the kiss before pressing your thumbs together.

"Sealed forever," you grin, eyes disappearing into moon crescents. Your contagious happiness mirrors instantly on Hyunjin's face, his nose scrunching up in delight.

He wants to keep this smile on your face, he thinks, this intricate joy that dawns upon your features, brightening up your face, making your pinky in his feel lighter, warmer.

So, he takes out an orange from his pocket.

"Where did you get this?" you chuckle, eyes widening in delight as if presented with the world's most treasured jewel.

"A vendor gave it to me," he shrugs, handing it to you.

Your thumb punctures the tangerine's thick skin, making the fruit’s juice drip down your hands. You attempt to peel it but the skin breaks instantly, falling into the sand.

"Here, let me," Hyunjin offers, taking the orange from your hands, peeling it for you.

A strange warmth slowly spreads through his being, akin to tree roots anchoring onto the soil, to the unfurling of petals on the first day of spring. It feels good, for some reason, to do this mundane task for you.

This newfound feeling only solidifies when you smile brightly at him, breaking the fruit into two halves and handing one part to Hyunjin.

You no longer look like you want to run. You look content here, simply sharing an orange with him.

Hyunjin suddenly wants to buy you a whole crate of tangerines. Maybe even a farm of it- just trees upon trees that he can plant for you. He chases the thought away, he's only seven, he doesn't have money, where would he even store the oranges?

Hyunjin didn't have the answer to this question, nor the million ones swirling in his mind. But he knew your smile, the kindness in your eyes, the lingering scent of oranges on his fingers, even after washing his hands. And the word that sat heavy on his soul, from that night forth.

Hyunjin knew he loved you when he was seven years old.

there is nothing wrong contemplating God; under the chemtrails over the country club

"Found you," Hyunjin whispers, reclining on the rooftop near you.

"Wasn't hiding from you," you respond just as softly, your gaze fixed on the turquoise sky overhead. Your words cause Hyunjin's heart to swell within his chest, growing, expanding, pushing against his ribs, yearning to escape and splatter at your feet.

His emotions were always so grand- his happiness consuming his entire being, the sadness, the loneliness rattling his bones with an invincible cold. Then the love for you, not in dependence, the way the planets orbit around the sun. But with choice, because he wants to, craves being near.

"What are you doing?" he asks after a while, his voice slightly hoarse.

"Watching the chemtrails," you point out a tiny plane leaving a white trail in the sky.

"It looks so far away," he whispers in wonder, and you hum with a melancholic expression. Hyunjin curls his hand into a fist, resisting the urge to smooth the delicate frown etched on your brows.

"Didn't you like your birthday celebration?" he finally asks. He knows the answer before you quietly say, 'yes.' You were never one for the chic attire, the fine china and polished silverware reflecting the guests fake smiles. You only ever came to the country club for Hyunjin.

"I just... these people are here for me, supposedly. And yet, I feel so invisible downstairs. I bet no one even noticed my absence."

"I did," he replies instantly, contradicting you vehemently, wanting to dispel the shadows that cloud your mind. "And... I brought you an orange," he adds, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. It grows when you beam at him, the chemtrails momentarily forgotten.

"Did you?"

"Mm, here," he swiftly peels the fruit for you, instinctively breaking it into two halves.

"I'm sixteen and I don't know how to peel a tangerine because of you," you giggle, biting into one part eagerly. Water dribbles down the side of your mouth, and Hyunjin delicately wipes it away, his hand cradling your jaw gently.

His heart beats wildly, drowning out the country club's orchestra. He's never been this close to you, noses nearly bumping into one another.

"Don't learn how to," he whispers, licking his lips nervously. He hopes you can't feel the tremor in his hand as it slides down your cheek.

"Why?"

"Then you won't need me anymore," he says honestly, and your eyes widen at his words. Say it, his heart pleads, I can't contain this love anymore. Hyunjin shakes his head, silencing his own thoughts. He'll make room for it; his heart will expand, even if it means bursting at the seams. He can't face your rejection.

"Can I ask you something?" you say after a while, still as close to him.

"Anything."

"Do you ever feel like you don't belong anywhere? You have friends and family, but you feel like..."

"Nobody's son?" he suggests.

"Yeah, nobody's daughter."

"Maybe we're not meant to belong to anyone else but ourselves."

"Isn't that sad?" you ask, bringing an orange wedge to Hyunjin's mouth. "What if I don't always have myself?"

"Well, you'll always have me."

"Do you promise me?" you ask eagerly, eyes wide, tone almost desperate.

"I promise." The fog dissipates, light spilling over your face once again.

"Even though you're so sought after?" you giggle.

"I'm not!"

"You are! Everybody wanted to talk to you downstairs. You're always the man of the hour," you wink, lying down on the floor once again.

"Really? I didn't notice," he says, settling next to you.

"Mm, you never notice anything," you sigh, resting your cheek atop his shoulder.

It's quiet again, save for the tranquil sound of your breaths. Your eyes are trained on the sky, following the path of each plane.

"They look really tiny."

"Maybe we're the small ones," you muse.

Hyunjin doesn't agree. Not when his love for you feels almost ancient, drawn from the depths of the very first fountain of love. It has stayed with him for nine years, intermingled with the very molecules of his being. You can't be small when what he feels for you is grander than the world.

"Maybe we are," he says as he slides an arm underneath your back, pulling you closer to his chest.

"Hyune," you call out softly.

"Mm?" he hums in reply.

"What do you think you're made for?"

I'm here to love you, he wants to say, achingly, fully, on your grand days and your small ones. To fall apart at the altar of your soul and to rise anew, by you, for you. To be yours.

"I'm here to peel you oranges." He whispers instead, his confession, for now.

"And I'm here to eat them, then."

we laugh about nothing as the summer gets cool; it's beautiful how this deep normality settles down over me

"Did you know you have a straight trail of moles on your back?" Hyunjin whispers, his cool breath akin to a gentle zephyr.

"It starts here," he bestows a tender kiss beneath your shoulder blade, as if marking the start of a constellation. "Then you have another one here," his lips brush against your skin, coaxing forth delicate goosebumps, like ripples on a moonlit pond. "And here," he trails down your spine, his mouth weaving a trail only he can see. "And a final one here," he lingers longer near the last mole, lips meeting your lower back delicately, akin to the tender graze of a feather.

If you had told Hyunjin that he would freely kiss your moles, hands trailing down your skin scented with chlorine and vanilla, he would have thought you were insane. But now he has you, because you want him too, against all odds. Hyunjin wasn't alone in his love; every emotion in your soul mirrored his own. Two sides of the same coin. Two halves of the same tangerine.

"And then... it wraps around your stomach," he flips you around until you face him, giddy giggles escaping your lips. "You see it? It goes right here, another straight line," he whispers in wonder, tracing over the moles on your skin as if in worship. There is so much he longs to articulate, words yearning to spill from his mouth. He realizes he can say them now, drape them over your body like a blanket knitted with love.

"Someone plucked stars and arranged them on your skin. You're a galaxy on your own, you know that right? So beautiful," he whispers, eyes wide in adulation, raking over each feature of yours, so much they're seared behind his eyelids. The only sight he sees when he goes to sleep.

"So are you," you smile, hands gently cradling his cheeks. Hands that held him at age seven, then eight, ten, thirteen, and twenty. Hands that dried his tears, patted his back, and played with his hair. Hands that are much more sacred than his own.

"No, you don't understand," he hovers over you, gently smoothing down your hair. "You're so beautiful, so much it dizzies me, consumes me. You consume me, entirely, and I-" He sucks in a deep breath as you smile lovingly, reassuringly.

"I know," you say. "I feel it too."

"I can't believe this is real," he shakes his head, thumb tracing your lower lip gently. "I didn't even plan on confessing when i brought you to this pool. And yet... it feels natural for us to be this way."

You nod, grinning. "Like we belong to one another."

"I told you I'd stay," his eyes soften, capturing you with the same tenderness as always, savoring every part of you.

"You always keep your promises," you smile, hand sliding down the nape of his neck, smoothing a stubborn tuft of hair.

Normal, that's the elusive term he was looking for. It is normal for him to hold you, to kiss you, to look into your eyes and find love swimming in your irises. It is the way it's supposed to be between you. He couldn't ever think of another outcome.

His eyes trail down to your arm, where two moles match perfectly with his, down to the placement, the space separating them both.

"Is this where we kissed each other the most in our past lives?" he trails off, knuckles brushing against your arm gently. You mirror his touch.

"So you believe we're soulmates?"

"Mm, I've always known."

"And why didn't you tell me?" you grin, tilting your head to the side.

"I peeled you tangerines."

His words seem to ignite something within you, memories of each time he peeled you oranges flooding back. Every birthday, each time you were sad, every time the fruit was near.

You stand up, straddling Hyunjin's lap, and then you kiss his eye mole, then the one on his cheek, trailing down his jaw mole, his neck, his arms.

"What are you doing?" he giggles, warm hands on your lower back.

"Making sure those moles show up in our next life too."

And at your words, Hyunjin swore that the citrusy scent of tangerines suddenly wafted in the air.

washing my hair, doing the laundry, late night TV i want you only

Your legs are comfortably propped on top of Hyunjin's, matching pairs of beige pajamas seamlessly merging into one another. The sweet scent of shampoo lingers in the air—a fragrance Hyunjin carefully massaged into your hair twenty minutes ago, his fingers still as gentle as they grazed your scalp, now at the age of twenty-six.

Nearly two decades later, Hyunjin still knows that he loves you. It is a different one from the love he felt at seven—a metamorphosis akin to the moon's phases, from crescent to full, distinct yet continuous. It clung to his being, melted into the very essence of his soul.

"Just how many white shirts do you own?" you giggle, folding another pair of Hyunjin's clothing, the melody of your laughter still rattling the insides of his heart. He smiles sheepishly, planting a tender kiss on your forehead before responding, "You wear half of them with me."

"Your clothes are mine. You agreed on this when you proposed to me," you state matter-of-factly.

"And what else did I agree on?" he smiles, placing two pairs of matching socks in the basket—yours and his.

"That you'd kiss me instead of doing the laundry," you say mischievously, and he chuckles, tilting his head back. The clothes are momentarily forgotten as he lowers your body onto the couch, one hand cradling your head.

"You know I can't say no to you," he smiles, left dimple appearing as it always does when you're near.

"I know," you grin, pulling him down by the hem of his pajamas, your lips meeting his.

Hyunjin still kisses you with the same quiet passion, slowly, as if rediscovering you all over again. His hand cradles your jaw, thumb caressing your cheek gently, as his lips find yours again and again—rosy, plump, seeking solace in your familiar warmth.

He's always been drawn to mysteries, grand things, and overwhelming emotions that defy comprehension. Things he'd never fully know, things he'd never be bored of. Yet, with you, it's different; he knows you, he's learned you, and he loves you more every day—purposefully, by choice, because he can't fathom a reality where he doesn't.

His lips press upon yours one last time before he pulls you onto his lap, burying his head in the crook of your neck. "You smell nice," he whispers.

"I smell like you."

"I know," he smiles, a gentle breeze escaping his lips and caressing your skin.

He closes his eyes, savoring the quietness, the domesticity of the scene—the folded laundry on the table, the background hum of the TV, the meal you'll cook later, waltzing under the fridge's light. You, the one love of his life—the small love and the grand one, the first love and the last one. The embodiment of it all.

Your arms drape around his shoulders as you relax in his hold, your breaths syncing into a tranquil rhythm. He's built himself a home in the ridges of your collarbones, a place for him to rest in the crook of your shoulder blade. Both of you are okay, both of you are safe.

"Do you remember when we were seven? We traveled together for the first time," you speak after a while, a weighty emotion enveloping your voice.

"I do."

"You promised me we'd run away when we grow older."

"I did."

"I don't want to run anymore. I'm content with you, right here," you whisper, and the words feel like sunflowers blooming in Hyunjin's chest. "I was so scared of growing up, of never feeling like I belong. To myself, to anyone. But I do, with you."

"Always," he pulls away, bringing your hand to his mouth, leaving sweet kisses on your ring finger.

"Thank you, my Hyune," you say, tears gathering in your eyes like morning dewdrops on leaves. "Thank you for peeling my oranges."

Your nose brushes against his, his thumb drawing circles on your palm.

"Thank you for pretending you don't know how to."

CONFIDENT

PAIRING. enhypen hyung line x fem!reader

SYNOPSIS. after graduating high-school and having a major glow-up over summer, you became more confident in yourself and got the title of the most popular girl at decelis university in your first week of freshman year. you instantly dethroned all of the sophomore girls, on top of being so pretty, kind, smart and sexy… girl you have it all. yet you’re still the same kind, naïve and funny y/n that can’t refuse anyone coming her way. after all, you know what they say… confidence makes a girl sexy but kindness is key!

GENRE. college au, social media au with written parts, humor, romance, slowburn, fluff, angst, suggestive, smut 

WARNINGS. suggestiveness and smut sometimes (only with older members), dark humor, swearing & profanities, mature topics such as body shaming, bullying, drugs etc. every chapter has its warnings!

FEATURING. txt’s yeonjun, aespa’s karina, itzy’s ryujin, iz*one’s yena + more!

STATUS. completed

START. 2/18/2022

END. 6/18/2022

any like / reblog / ask / feedback is very much appreciated! ♡ 

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a/n. i hate feeling homesick >:( i love jay btw did you know that? did i mention that i love him? no i said i love him? guys i think i love jay?

everyone was having fun.

jake decided to plan a small game night and it went absolutely chaotic. but you loved it.

the way riki and sunoo were kicking each other’s ankles during twister. or how sunghoon was grinning about being the richest in monopoly just to realise that he spend all of his money on a place that people barely walk step on. and when jake and heeseung durning charades had to interpret you and jay, as a couple, you lost it.

but whilst playing uno, you zoned out a bit. the sudden nostalgia hit you because it’s been so long since you played uno. the last time you did was way before you moved to korea. you remembered how your dad thought no one can see he’s cheating and your sister getting all pouty about it. and the loser had to do the dishes…

"okay, let’s order something. i’m hungry!" jake announced and stood up, looking for his phone.

jay noticed that you’re mentally somewhere else and was about to as if everything’s okay but jungwon tugged his sleeve.

he turned around to meet his soft gaze.

"pizza or ramyeon?"

you took a deep sigh and decided to take a breath of fresh air. good thing that there was a balcony nearby.

jay turned around and frowned, confused by your disappearance. he stood up from the floor and smiled tenderly to himself, spotting you on the balcony.

"hey, you’re there?" his voice rung out in the silence. because he slid the glass door open, you could hear the chatter of boys in the background.

"yeah" you hummed, turning your head to look at him. your boyfriend stepped outside, closing the door and cutting off the noise.

"are you though? you seem… absent" jay sat down next to you, on a wooden bench. you sighed and looked up at the starry sky. the moon was high up, peeking through the high buildings.

you sat in silence, gathering your thoughts. jay grabbed a nearby blanket and covered you with it.

"i miss home…" you mumbled, putting up your legs and pressing your knees to your chest. there was a strange buzzing feeling inside you, that you knew too well and didn’t want to let out. not now.

jay nodded, brows furrowing slightly.

"i was… so happy to move out, start a new life. but i miss them" you whispered, knowing that if you continue, your voice would probably break.

so instead you rested your head on jay’s shoulder, sighing. his arm wrapped around you, bringing you even closer. the smell of his cologne mixed with his… his scent that you loved so much, hit your nose.

"i understand what you feel" he answered after a while, fingers brushing up and down on your skin in a soothing motion "i miss my family too. i know it’s hard. but…"

you rose your chin a bit to look at him. when he was with you, he allowed himself to relax. his features softened, pure care and love in his ebony eyes.

"…but i like to think that you’re my home now"

the buzzing feeling turned into a heat wave spreading on your body, heart skipping a beat.

"i do miss them. but i have you, y/n. my home, my love" he hummed and looked down, locking eyes with you.

you wanted to say something. to react somehow. but his words made your heart melt and brain halting in so many ways that you physically couldn’t. but he didn’t need reassurance. he could read you like an open book and he knew.

and the softest smile you’ve ever seen painted on jay’s lips. you’d probably stay like that for a while, puppy eyes locked with each other but–

"the food arrived–!" riki opened the door, yelling. but then he saw you two and closed them, backing off "okay, grandpa and grandma need a moment…"

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