To Hold You Close

to hold you close

hyunjin x reader. established relationship and fluff. this is a tribute to falling asleep next to your lover. it’s just sickeningly sweet and domestic because i miss being in love. enjoy reading x (not proofread)

autumn. you remember it as clearly as the sound of your name. it should have been your fourth date with hyunjin, but you were terribly sick. an unyielding cold caging your body in fits of coughing, and a faint, fluctuating fever. still, hyunjin insisted that he’d like to see you.

“i won’t be much fun,” you had told him over the phone, looking at the pile of used up Kleenex by your side.

“i’ll be fun enough for the both of us. plus, i miss you.” his voice was cheeky, teasing, and you remember chuckling despite yourself, warmth pooling in your chest like saccharine syrup dripping down your ribcage. you felt it even as sickness pressed heavy against your lungs, even as your skin felt like a burden to carry. you felt him.

“i miss you too, my personal jester,” you joked, and hyunjin did not reply for a while. quiet, save for the faint sound of his breathing. the truth is hyunjin has not felt like a sane man since he has known you. you’re rambling over how terrible the cold feels and yet, all he seems to think of is the simple word you used. absentmindedly. my, you said. hyunjin would sacrifice the sun if it means you’d keep calling him yours.

and so, hyunjin came over later that night. finding you in your “least prettiest state”, you argued, and yet, he still looked at you with that same shining glaze coating his eyes. like he was beholding the world’s eighth wonder. like he could pluck the stars out of the sky one by one just to give them to you, with a huge smile on his face too, no matter how tedious of a task, no matter how long it’d take.

you put on a horror movie, the scent of pumpkin spice wafting in the air, though you could not smell the candle hyunjin brought with him. you insisted he’d get sick and yet he refused to sit away from you. his shoulder pressed to yours, your head leaning against his forearm.

that’s when it happened— falling asleep together for the very first time.

you woke up to your chests pressed against one another. somewhere during the night he had pulled you atop him, his hands cradling your back so gently it made you wish to weep.

you understood then, when he tenderly kissed the tip of your nose and sniffled right after, that you’d love him a lot. that there is no other path for you but to love him. that there is a home for you to build in the empty pools of his collarbones, a place to rest against the ridges of his arms.

it terrified you. it thrilled you all the same.

—

winter. it is one of the coldest nights of the year. you’ve spent most of it hunched over on your desk, finishing up an urgent report for tomorrow. hyunjin tried to stay awake for as long as he could, humming and drawing, watching a show and flipping all over your mattress. still, sleep caught him, took him away from you before you could kiss him goodnight.

you are in your bed, you almost cry when your head hits the pillow. today has been tiring and excruciatingly long. silent tears slip down your cheeks. the covers do nothing to ease the cold.

then, hyunjin stirs.

your breath hitches. did you wake him?

slowly, blindly, his hand pats the empty space between you. then, he touches your arm—pulls you close, tucking your head beneath his chin. his breathing is slow, steady, his pulse faint beneath your ear. he sighs, almost in contentment, before melting into your hold.

he reached for you in his sleep. you don’t understand how someone can love you in their slumber. in their instincts. in their dreams. did your name write itself into his memory like it did in yours? “yes”. he’d tell you the next morning. “you are all i dreamt about.”

—

spring. the air is warm and light, and there are blooming lilies on top of your bed-drawer. but you can’t smell them. it is cruel for the breeze to be this soft and for you to be this hurt.

fights with hyunjin are very rare, so rare that when they happen it feels excruciating, like a punch to your gut, like a knife slipping right beneath your heart— not killing you. worse.

it wasn’t even a fight. just pent-up frustration from you guys’ respective jobs. still, there is a raft between your bodies. a wide space that stretches and stretches and stretches. you think it’d be easier to cross an ocean than to reach out for him.

but then, his cold feet touch yours. and your heart jumps in your chest, twirls and falls and soars once more.

hyunjin swallows, his throat dry, his tongue tied. you shift. and then, as if something snaps, you hug him. he doesn’t realize a broken sob has escaped his lips, soaking your neck with his tears. “i’m sorry angel,” he whispers, and you nod, over and over. “i’m sorry too baby,” you say, pulling him closer.

what a waste it would have been to sleep apart. to deprive your souls of the rest that is him. he’ll be here tomorrow too. you’ll wake up in his arms and you’ll be okay.

—

summer. the windows are wide open, the salt of the ocean seems to settle upon hyunjin’s skin. he smells like the waves and your sunscreen.

it is too hot. too humid. the breeze playing with your airbnb’s curtains does nothing to ease the scorching heat. but hyunjin insists on sleeping near you. so do you. it’s because you understand his need that you’ve been dating for five years now. that a huge diamond rests on your ring finger.

his arm drapes over your waist lazily, his skin is sticking to yours but you don’t mind. you’ve gone beyond minding these mortal nuisances with hyunjin. not when you feel like your souls are kneaded from one dough.

it’s a midday nap. a tradition in all your travels. your fingers touch one another gently. “sleepy?” he hums and you nod, pressing your lips to his collarbones.

“you feel nice,” he murmurs, his voice drowsy, “you feel like summer. you feel like myself. does that make sense?”

his nails graze your bare back, lazy, affectionate.

“it does,” you reassure. “to know me would be to know you.”

your words are the last thing he hears before dozing off. there is a safety in that, in knowing you’ll be there too when he wakes up. as you always are. he’ll tell you he loves you then. though you already know it. don’t you?

my moon and stars.

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nobody thought jeongin would be the next one to get married, but alas, here you are, at the reception of your friend's wedding, nursing a glass of champagne.

"come on," minho says, snatching the glass away from you and finishing the rest of it in one gulp, before he takes you by the hand and tugs you forward. "let’s go dance."

you can't even be annoyed that he basically just stole your drink. instead, you just laugh, and let the love of your life drag you to the dance floor.

he guides you to move in a slow rhythm, matching the tempo of the song that's playing in the background. it's a song that you would usually think is overrated and has been played to hell and back, but in the moment, drunk on the cozy atmosphere, you think it's nice. you briefly wonder what song you would choose for your first dance at your own wedding.

it's just a fleeting thought. you've been having those all day.

jeongin's wedding was beautiful. everything was done to perfection, and you have no doubt that most of it was overseen by his girlfriend.

nope, correction: she's his wife now.

nevertheless, you've been imagining yourself and minho in a similar setting. you in a stunning white dress. him, dashing in a classy suit. the two of you exchanging vows with teary eyes in front of your friends and families. the cats as ring bearers. sealing forever with a deep kiss and fond smiles.

as you continue to sway along to the music, you wrap your arms around minho's neck and pull him closer. there's something in the way that he's been treating you all day that makes you melt even more than it usually does. he's been more touchy; there's not a single moment where his hands aren't on your body in any way, whether it be a hand on your knee, on the small of your back, or an arm around your waist. minho isn't often overt with his affection like that; he tends to dote on you in the privacy of your own loving bubble, away from anyone and everyone.

then, there's the softness that he's looking at you with in his chocolate brown eyes. it's warm, saccharine; it makes you feel like you two are the only people left in the room even though this is supposed to be someone else's big day.

"i love you," he says suddenly, brushing his nose against yours before leaning in just a tad closer to your lips, "you mean the world to me."

it's rare for minho to say things like this out of the blue. he's a man of few words after all.

he's full of surprises today, it seems.

"what's the occasion?" you ask with a coy smile.

"no occasion. just wanted to tell you that."

you close the distance, pressing your lips against his as his arms wrap themselves tighter around your body. "i love you too," you smile against him.

he mirrors your smile, and kisses you deeper. he's so sweet today, so openly loving with you even as your friends around you watch on.

you have an inkling that maybe, just maybe, he's been thinking the same things as you.

you stay in each other's arms until the song ends, then another one, then a couple more, just basking in soothing glow of love that's covering the air tonight. minutes pass with kisses shared, until it's finally time for the bouquet toss.

minho reluctantly lets you leave his side for the first time since the morning. his eyes follow you as you move to the front of the room, standing a comfortable distance away from the bride. you've never really been interested in this kind of things anyway; you're just doing it for the sake of participation.

everyone else is engrossed in what's about to happen, their eyes fixed on the bride and the peonies in her hands, but minho is only focused on you. you, who's trying to blend in with the group of people and undoubtedly praying that the bouquet doesn't make its way into your hands. you, whom he thinks looks so beautiful, all dolled up for the special occasion. you, who made his heart stutter when you walked into the room in your pretty dress and flashed him a bashful smile. (but who is he kidding? you make his heart want to give out and run away every single morning when he wakes up and sees you peacefully sleeping in his arms.)

just you. always only you.

you, you, you.

you don't hang in the moon in the sky. you are the moon, you are the stars.

minho watches you watch the bride as she counts down from 3, then flings the bouquet up in the air while everyone waits with bated breath. it's a mess of flailing arms from what he can tell, a couple of the bridesmaids practically fighting each other to try and grab the damn thing.

you try to make yourself smaller, to duck lower so that the others could have the honor instead of you. but when the flowers come hurling toward you, you have no choice but to raise your hands and catch it, lest you want to be lobbed in the face with a bouquet of peonies.

some of the people around you sigh frustratedly, but most of the guys around minho suddenly burst into loud cheers. they clap him on the back and shake him by the shoulders but still, he remains transfixed on you and your adorable wide-eyed expression. your parted lips and doe eyes blinking fast as a rosy flush creeps up your skin.

your eyes find him in an instant, and you both just stare at each other for a moment. he reckons that you're trying to gauge his reaction, because the room is now filled with excited squeals of congratulations and half-hearted jokes of how you and minho are going to be the next ones to get hitched.

you look uncertain, still frozen in place with your hands clutching the peonies.

but then he just smiles, and it makes you smile too, your body immediately relaxing as you give him a wave using the bouquet, your shoulders slumping slightly when you release a sigh.

to minho, it doesn't matter whether you caught the flowers or not; neither of you believes in that kind of stuff anyway. it doesn't matter because he's always known that he was going to marry you, that there's no one else he would rather spend the rest of his life with.

it doesn't matter because unbeknownst to you, he's already got a velvet box hidden somewhere in your shared home, with a gorgeous diamond ring inside just waiting for the day it can be put on your finger.

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kiminis

1 year ago

sunghoon just one chance to tie a pink ribbon on your biceps. ONE CHANCE.

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“are you ready?” you chimes a question, positioning your phone just right so the camera can capture your light pink— and favorite, ever— ribbon; meticulously tied around your interlocutor's biceps.

you can't keep the giggles from escapism out of your mouth when your gaze meets sunghoon's enthusiastic eyes and eager smile as a beyond happy smile appears on his handsome face. his almost idiotic, but yet cute; for sure, smile contrast his flexed biceps facing your phone's camera— and to you, this is peak comedy.

it's not often that you and sunghoon do tiktok trends, despite the fact that he has complained many times that you never post him to boyfriend trends (completely forgetting the fact that he could post you to girlfriend trends as well). but, you saw that one trend; that is just so, so made for him and the smile that appeared on his face when you suggested him to do it made a million of butterflies appear in your stomach.

you watch sunghoon's biceps grows bigger as the blue line grows longer, too invested on the song and the particularly attractive view to even care to worry about your, oh, so loved ribbon growing along with the man's muscle. sadly, the blue line hasn't even reached it's destination that your eyes and mouth widen of the singing of your ribbon, quite literally, exploring.

“this was my favorite one, ‘hoon,” you whine, moving the camera to your boyfriend's laughing face— still using it as your eyes.

unlike you, who is at the verge of tears, sunghoon doesn't seem too bothered by the matter. still laughing after the song stops, he can only give you an hug, that you don't bother responding to, as comfort.

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kiminis

1 year ago

WHY ARE Y'ALL MAKING ME UGLY SOB EVERYTIME IT'S 2AM

I NEED YOU — LHS (이희승) ☆

SYNOPSIS ▸ you locked yourself in the bathroom when things became overwhelming. nothing could have prepared heeseung for what he saw when he finally managed to break down the door.

GENRE ▸ oneshot, heavy angst, fluff (if u squint really hard)

PAIRING ▸ lee heeseung x fem!reader

WARNINGS ▸ self-doubt, drug overdose (vaguely written & only on hee's pov), brief panic attack, profanity, jungwon of enhypen as heeseung's younger brother, open(?) but happy ending.

WORD COUNT ▸ 3,259 words

PLAYLIST ▸ i need u by enhypen, hold on by chord overstreet, like i need u by keshi, drowning by the lonely tree, shootout by izzamuzzic & julien marchal, i love you by billie eilish. (☆)

AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ user wvnkoi comeback !! is it obvious that i'm not too sure with this fic 😭 i Am new to angst so umm it was really rushed and ya .. ❤️ anyways, i hope u guys enjoy <3 gfx creds to @yeokii love u stink

ONE.

"I can't do more better in helping if you don't tell me what's wrong, Y/N," Heeseung said softly, concerned eyes staring right into your troubled ones.

He had his arms open wide as he slowly inched towards your trembling form, making sure to not get too close, too fast. He didn't want to overwhelm you by invading your personal space, nor did he want to add to your stress by crowding you.

Heeseung knew that he needed to be gentle and patient, giving you enough space to breathe, while also showing you that you could come to him for comfort whenever you needed, and whenever you were ready.

"That's the thing, Hee. I don't know what's wrong," you began with a shaky intake of breath. "I just feel this pit in my stomach, and sometimes it becomes so overwhelming in my head—about everything. About what I'm even doing with my life, if I'm doing enough, if I am enough. I'm overthinking everything, and I just feel so lost and angry for not knowing what's wrong with me. And I—I’m just so tired," you admitted, tears slipping down your cheeks as you ran your palm over your face in frustration.

To see your agitated state, to hear the hurt and frustration in your voice, along with your heavy words, broke Heeseung's heart to pieces.

You didn't need to elaborate on what you meant by 'being tired' because he understood—physically, emotionally, but especially mentally.

Heeseung's frown only deepened as you continued.

"And you can't do better, Heeseung, you don't need to. You've already done so much for me. You've put up with my shit for far too long. I've already put you through so much," you trailed off at the end of your sentence, bottom lip quivering as you stared at him with utter guilt.

The anguish evident on his face pained you deeply. All you desired was to witness his happiness, as that is what he genuinely deserved. However, it appeared that you were no longer providing him with that. You weren't providing him with enough joy, only nights spent with his worry and stress revolving around you.

"I feel like I'm a heavy burden not just to my family, but also to those around me, particularly you."

Heeseung shook his head frantically as he took a few steps forward.

"No, don't say that," he whispered.

Once he reached a safe distance, he gently took your hand in his, his touch soft and comforting.

You let him hold you, your eyes trained on the way your fingers intertwined but never looking up. You couldn't bear to hold his gaze, especially with the obvious sadness swimming in them.

"Angel, look at me," Heeseung coaxed, giving your hands a tender squeeze.

With a deep intake of breath, you willed yourself to meet his eyes again.

Those brown orbs brought you so much happiness, and to see them filled with everything but, to know that you're the sole reason why they're not coated with that lovely glow, only made you feel guiltier.

"You know that's not true, Y/N," he said firmly, but you only shook your head at him with a soft whimper, his voice unable to break through the loud screams that filled your mind.

"Angel, you are not a burden to me. I'll always be here for you no matter what, remember? Didn't I promise you that, love?" Heeseung tried, both hands going to cup your face as he gently wiped your tears away with his thumb.

"When I said I wanted to be here for you, with all the joy and the chaos, all the demons we're made of, I meant that with every beat of my heart, Y/N."

"But you deserve so much better, Hee," you croaked, nimble fingers wrapping around his wrists, leaning into his warm touch with your bottom lip jutted out as fresh tears dampened your cheeks once more.

"No, I don't," Heeseung objected.

"You're all I want, all I ever need. Please believe that, believe me, Y/N," he whispered, his forehead pressed up against yours as his eyes held nothing but truth.

Still, it wasn't enough to help subside the roaring demons in your mind.

Not because Heeseung didn't hold any importance or his words any power—no, he's everything to you. But tonight, they just happened to be a lot stronger, the loud and guttural voices. They were blocking anything that was trying to get through to you, blocking the only thing that always seemed to easily get through to you, which was Heeseung.

"I just—I need time to think. I need to be alone Hee, I’m sorry," you muttered under your breath.

Although reluctant, Heeseung nodded, figuring that if that was what you wanted, then he would give it to you.

"Okay," he sighed, placing a tender kiss on your forehead.

The warmth of his lips on your skin made you close your eyes with a shaky breath. It was a sweet, rather mundane kiss, but it was one that lasted a few seconds longer than normal before he let you go.

Heeseung's grip around you slowly loosened, your heart growing heavier as you felt his touch gradually disappear.

You quickly turned on your heel with your head down, arms wrapped around your body to stop yourself from crumbling to the floor.

Heeseung hesitantly stood still in his place, a certain feeling in his gut growing as he watched you walk towards the bathroom.

As you were about to shut the door, his voice stopped you.

"Y/N?" he called out.

You turned around with a hum, meeting those brown orbs you've grown to adore with every inch of you. So many emotions were swimming in them, but only one struck you the most, even more so when he opened those lips to let it out into the air, loud, clear, and sincere.

"I love you."

You gave him a small smile, trying your best to suppress your sobs as more tears ran down your cheek. And softly, you said,

"I love you too, Hee, so much."

There was something about the way your voice trembled that made Heeseung feel even more uneasy, but he decided to let it go, thinking that it was just him stressing over nothing at all.

The bathroom door slamming shut was what he heard next, a frustrated hand running through his hair as he stared at the white-painted wood for a whole minute. With a sharp exhale of breath, Heeseung looked at it for a few seconds more.

Once he heard the running water in the sink, he made his way out of your shared bedroom, his body slumped with a deep frown still intact. His demeanor was quick to catch the attention of his brother, who was sitting on the living room couch, the only other person in the house at the moment.

"Is she okay?"

Heeseung could only flash his brother a sad, forced smile, not speaking any words as he went straight to the kitchen to get you some water and a bit of food.

You hadn't eaten anything yet, and it was worrying him even more.

It wasn't long until Heeseung was back in the bedroom, setting the glass of water and the plate of your favorite sandwich on the nightstand.

The silence that filled the room was uncanny, nervousness slowly coating Heeseung as he stood completely still. His eyes landed on the closed door of the bathroom, a lump forming in his throat as he found the negative thoughts that grew in his mind harder to ignore.

He took long strides towards the door, pressing an ear against the surface as he tried to listen for something, hoping to hear anything.

Heeseung felt his heart quicken its pace as the silence screamed in his ear, his brain quick to jump to horrible, dreadful conclusions.

“Angel? Are you okay in there?" he called out, fingers twitching as his eyes landed on the metal knob.

No response...

"Angel?" Heeseung tried again, his voice even louder, fear growing stronger as he grabbed the doorknob, chills running down his spine once the cold surface touched his skin.

Silence...

"Y/N, if you're not going to answer, I'm kicking this door down," Heeseung growled frantically, his grip on the doorknob tightening as he tried to shake it open.

Nothing...

With an anxious breath, Heeseung walked away until he reached a safe distance, lifting a leg up, and with all his might, kicked the door just by the keyhole, wood snapping in place as it swung open.

Heeseung rushed inside but immediately froze, his blood draining from his whole body at the sight of you, his heart coming to a halt for a full second as he shook his head in utter fear.

"No, no, no," he rushed, scrambling towards your limp, unconscious form on the white-tiled floor. The bottle of painkillers lay right beside you, so close to empty.

Heeseung was breathing rapidly as he pulled you onto his lap, his vision turning blurry as he cleared the hair away from your face.

"Y/N! Wake up, angel, p-please wake up," Heeseung stammered, his fingers shaking as he brought them up to your neck, urgently feeling for your heartbeat.

Cold sweats coated his entire body once he felt a faint one.

It was there, but barely.

"No, don't—p-please don't leave me!" he cried out, his head pounding as he shifted in his place, adrenaline at an all-time high as he hoisted you up in his arms.

"Jungwon! Jungwon, please!" Heeseung screamed after his brother as he rushed outside the bathroom and into the hallway, Jungwon rushing towards his brother's voice with sheer worry.

"What's—"

"Start the car! Her breathing is getting slower," Heeseung choked on his words.

The younger didn't waste any time as he bolted towards the kitchen island to grab the keys and went straight to the front door, holding it open until Heeseung was out with you, alarmingly unmoving in his hold.

Once the car door was slammed shut with you and Heeseung in the backseat, Jungwon veered right out of the driveway and drove fast, as if your life depended on it—because it did.

Heeseung kept you close to his heaving chest, mumbling sweet but desperate nothings against your hair, silently praying as he tried his best to contain his shock.

The slower your heart beat, the faster Heeseung's heart raced, your body cold to the touch, his head spinning with dread. Heeseung felt so helpless just staring at your expressionless features, his clammy palms resting on your cheek as he kept talking to you.

"Hold on, I still need you, angel, please hold on," he whispered over and over, hoping that you were able to hear him, hoping that the sound of his voice would stop you from fading into the light.

He was relieved that the drive to the hospital was only five minutes away, but with you lying still, growing colder by the second in his arms, time seemed to slow down, agonizingly slow. There was no doubt that it was the longest, most painful five minutes Heeseung had ever endured in his life.

TWO.

The bright hospital lights blinded Heeseung the moment he rushed inside with you in his arms, his voice hoarse as he screamed for help until the nurses came to your aid. They swiftly took you away on a table, your whole body lying motionless as they checked for your pulse.

Heeseung didn't want to let you go, he didn't want to let you out of his sight in fear that it would be the last time he'd see you with a bit of life left. But despite his protests, he was met by double doors slamming closed in his face.

Both of Heeseung's hands tugged at his hair in pure agitation, his bottom lip caught between his teeth in an attempt to suppress his sobs.

He paced anxiously, his eyes fixed on the door of the room where you disappeared, his lungs struggling to provide oxygen, unable to keep up with his raging heart.

He felt a hand grab his shoulder, unable to see the person as they immediately pulled him into a tight hug. But he didn't need to; he knew who it was. He recognized his brother's embrace by its familiarity.

Heeseung's whole body shook in Jungwon's hold as loud and broken sobs came out of him, his arms wrapping around his brother for mere support, knowing that his legs were about to give out any second.

"I don't want to lose her, I can't lose her, Jungwon, I—" Heeseung felt his throat start to close up, his grip around his younger brother turning vice-like as he gasped for air.

"Hey, hey Heeseung, breathe," Jungwon rushed, grabbing Heeseung's shoulders, pulling him away and holding him at arm's length. "You're alright, just breathe."

Heeseung shut his eyes tight and tried to regain his breathing, calming himself as best as he could.

A whimper came out of him as he shook his head slowly, opening his eyes to meet Jungwon’s with nothing but utmost fear and pain swimming in them.

"I can't imagine a world without her, I can't—"

"Then don't. You're not losing her, Heeseung. She's going to be fine. She's a very strong girl. You, out of all people, know that," Jungwon reassured, giving his shoulder a squeeze for good measure.

"Fuck, this is all my fault. I shouldn't have left her alone. I knew something wasn't right before she even—I should've tried harder," Heeseung sobbed as he ran his shaking fingers through his hair, his bottom lip quivering as he cast his eyes on the floor in shame.

"Heeseung, you did the best that you could. No one could've seen this coming. Y/N wouldn't want you blaming yourself. You know it hurts her when you blame yourself," Jungwon said softly, rubbing his back comfortingly as he shot him a knowing look.

Heeseung rubbed the nape of his neck as he nodded, his breaths deep and strangled. He pressed his lips into a tight line, refraining from saying another word because Jungwon was right. He knew that you always became even more upset when you saw him blaming himself for something out of his control.

"You just sit here and wait, alright? I'll go get you some water."

He only shot Jungwon a small but thankful smile, the younger lad giving him one last hug before he disappeared down the opposite side of the hallway.

Heeseung cleared his mind and thought of nothing but you being safe.

You are going to be safe, alive, and well, because he wouldn't know what to do with himself if you weren't.

THREE.

It was an hour and a half later until the doctor came out.

Heeseung scrambled to his feet as the doctor began to speak, his nails digging into his palms, creating crescent shapes on the skin as he held his breath, dreadfully waiting for her to deliver the news.

"We've managed to pump all the drugs out of her system. She's stable now but still unconscious," the doctor said.

Heeseung let out a big puff of breath, his whole body relaxing as he felt the weight of the universe lift off his shoulders. He grabbed onto Jungwon for support once he almost lost his balance, just feeling relieved to hear that you were fine, still breathing.

"Is she going to be okay?" Jungwon asked when Heeseung couldn't seem to form any words, the older brother squeezing his shoulder as a way to silently say thank you.

The doctor nodded with a small smile.

"We still need to keep a close eye on her until she makes a full recovery. There are still a few dangers that can occur, given that she's consumed quite a handful," the doctor cautioned.

Heeseung stood straighter, clearing his throat. "Can I see her?"

"Right this way."

FOUR.

The sound of the soft beeps from the heart rate monitor oddly felt comforting to Heeseung as he entered the room. It was a mixture of relief and hurt the moment his eyes landed on your sleeping form, hooked up to all these wires and tubes as you lay peacefully on the white bed.

He would've just stood still in his place, just staring with a deep frown if Jungwon hadn't given him an encouraging tap on the back. Heeseung flashed him a small smile before Jungwon closed the door, giving Heeseung some time alone with you for as long as he needed.

Slowly, he made his way over to your side, pulling up a chair beside the bed and letting out a shaky breath once he sat down.

It was when he reached over to hold your hand that Heeseung started to bawl his eyes out, his body shaking with full-on sobs as he lifted your nimble fingers and pressed them against his damp, flushed cheek.

"You're okay. You're going to be okay, love," he whimpered, unsure if he was saying those words to reassure you or himself. He turned his head to place a warm, tender kiss on your palm before cupping your hand with both of his, his thumb sweetly stroking the back of it.

"It may sound selfish, but you know I can't just let you go. I'm not that strong. Not as strong as you," Heeseung paused, giving your hand a squeeze, patiently waiting for you to return it.

"So, come on, angel, please come back to me," Heeseung begged, a choked sob following after as his teardrops soaked the white sheets.

"I still need you. I will always need you," he continued, his voice barely above a whisper as he tried his best to keep his breathing steady.

"You're going to wake up and tell me to take you home, yeah?"

"We're going home," Heeseung breathed out with a small nod. "You're going to come back to me, and we're going home." Heeseung's voice broke at the end of his sentence, his head dropping low as he screwed his eyes shut, tears falling continuously.

Heeseung just wanted you back in his arms, safe and warm in the comfort of your shared bed. He longed to hear your hearty laugh echo in the kitchen as you made breakfast together. He wanted to hear your scolding whenever he left dirty clothes on the floor, or the little arguments about whose turn it was to load the dishwasher.

Heeseung just wanted to take you home.

Then, once you did, once you came back home, he would take your hand and make things right, help make things better. With all that he was, all that he had, with every beat of his heart, Heeseung would swear to love you all his life.

"Come home to me, Y/N. I need you."

It was then that Heeseung felt it, the light squeeze around his hand. His head shot up as he looked at you expectantly. Utter joy and relief coated every inch of his being.

The sound of your voice was music to his ears, happiness filling him to the brim once he heard your sweet, lovely voice.

"Heeseung?"

©WVNKOI | 2024.

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kiminis

2 years ago

★ how they show their affection ──────── enhypen hyung line ! % ♡

✰ ──────── maknae line ver. !

★ LEE HEESEUNG

loves being physical with you. there is just something more intimate when heeseung holds you close to him, an arm wrapped around your waist and his chin perched on your shoulders or on the top of your head.

he especially loves it even more when you would reach a hand to ruffle his tresses or peck his cheeks in retaliation to his actions. heeseung adores seeing your flushed expression close to him, the way you would turn your head on the opposite direction once he catches your stare.

being close to you like this also makes it convenient for him to plant and trail kisses onto the skin of your neck, marking his way up to your cheeks before you would tilt your head to his side to catch his lips with your own, the proximity enables him to feel the pounding of your heart that almost matches his own.

★ PARK JAY

loves pampering you. jay doesn't mind giving you the materialistic things that he can buy, but he especially loves it more if his actions to express his affection is coming from him personally.

jay is an exceptional cook, a husband material to put it simply. his abilities in cooking usually comes to play when he's got free time, commonly spending it to prepare you a dinner date with him in his apartment with the whole place enraptured in a romantic vibe with roses, candles and jazz music playing on the background.

he loves receiving a ton of kisses from you as thanks for his efforts and loves it even more when you just offer to cuddle with him on the bed, wrapping him snug against your chest, planting soft kisses on his hair and forehead with your feet entangled together because sometimes, even the pamperer needs to pampered as well.

★ SIM JAKE

loves spending quality time with you. apart from being spoiled by his constant affection and gifts, jake also prioritizes quality time with you. and usually, he would plan these camping trips just with you and him.

he would tell you to not worry a single thing about the trip, telling you to just prepare yourself with that contagious smile of his and his golden retriever energy that never fails to calm you and make your heart raise. brings all of the necessities the both of you will need in his car and playfully scorns at you when he sees you carrying a duffle bag or two.

the camping trip is always a blast. apart from receiving so many surprises and getting your stomach filled with butterflies by his efforts, he also stays up with you for a few hours, witnessing another sunrise with you wrapped in his arms.

★ PARK SUNGHOON

sunghoon is a man of a few words. his energy when hyped and active decreases gradually that sometimes requires him to silence himself in order to recharge, but that doesn't stop him from giving you words of affirmation just before the day ends.

the two of you would lie on bed, the night stand the only source of light as you read, sunghoon laying silently beside you before he would move to turn his body towards your side once the rustle of your closing book resonates in his ears.

he'll lay a hand over your waist as you lay beside him, nudging his nose on the side of your face before expressing just how much you mean to him, how much he appreciates and adores you all the while you rub shapes on his arm, and before sunghoon fully drifts off to sleep, your own words of love for him will be the last thing he'll hear for that night and the first thing he'll hear in the next morning.

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kiminis

1 month ago

CRUSH (ushijima wakatoshi x reader)

summary: wakatoshi has a crush.

word count: 720

warnings: fem!reader, its all just fluff

tags: @keiva1000

Ushijima knows he has fans. He might be simple-minded and a little oblivious, but he’s not stupid.

He knows girls stare at him from the balcony during practice. And he can hear their giggling when he passes them in the halls. Tendou often calls him Shiratorizawa’s Golden Boy, which Ushijima wholeheartedly disagrees with, but never voices out loud. Tendou often says strange things. He doesn’t mind.

Ushijima doesn’t understand his popularity. Sure, he is a good player. The best ace in the prefecture. But most of these girls have no understanding of volleyball. So why are they spending hours upon hours in the stands, watching him play?

“They’re not watching the match, Wakatoshi-kun. They are watching you.”

Hm. Strange. His play is very consistent. Watching him do the same thing over and over has to get boring, especially when they aren’t watching for the sake of the game.

But then he sees you for the first time.

You are in his third year English class. In his three years of high school, Ushijima is sure he has never seen you before. Because if he had, there was no way he would forget you.

He is curious. And a little enamored by you.

You are, by all means, a regular girl. You sit on the same chair every day, bring your own bento instead of eating from the cafeteria. It is always wrapped in a pretty multicolored patterned cloth, done up in a knot on top. You have a small stuffed cat chain on the zipper of your backpack. And you wear your hair differently every day. Some days it is tied up, some days it is let down. And some days it is half-up and half-down. You have one pink bunny hairclip that you wear maybe once every two or three days that Ushijima thinks is very cute. Your uniform is always immaculate.

There are so many tiny details about you that Ushijima has learned, and he finally understands why girls would stay hanging over the gym balcony to watch him for hours, because he could watch you for hours too.

You are very smart, he could tell. You always answer correctly when the teacher would call on you, and he has glimpsed at your notes. Simple, but neat and easy to understand, just the way he likes it. There are no crazy colors and highlighters, and your handwriting is neat and beautiful, just like the rest of you.

You are also quiet. You have a select group of friends that you talk to, and while you are nice to anyone who interacts with you, you don't go out of your way to stand out. Again, Ushijima loves that. It seems he loved everything about you. All the minor details that make you a little bit more unique to everyone else.

When you show up at his game, he nearly loses his focus.

It in’t an important game by any means, just a practice match with another local university team. So why are you here? Have your friends dragged you along? Or are you here by your own volition? Ushijima feels how sweaty his palms are when he clenches his fists, and it surprises him.

Is he….. nervous?

Why? Because you are watching? How ridiculous. Ushijima has never once doubted his own strength, or his ability to win. How could your presence alter that? The thought annoys him, and he is determined to prove that you being here would not be a hindrance to his play.

Turns out, he needn't have worried. It seems your presence had sharpened his senses more than ever. Shiratorizawa won in straight sets, and of the 50 points they scored, 39 had been from Ushijima’s hand.

“You were on fire today, Wakatoshi-kun.” Tendou comments as the final whistle rings. Ushijima unintentionally glances at you in the stands, cheering for the team. Cheering for him.

His heart is beating a mile a minute, and he doesn’t think it is because of the game he had just played. He hears Tendou let out a dreamy sigh.

“Ah, the miracles of having a crush.”

He feels his lips tick up in a tiny smile as he throws a towel over his shoulders. Tendou is wrong. Ushijima doesn’t think he has a crush.

He thinks he is in love.

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hyunjin x photographer!reader. friends to lovers with so so much tension and pining. hyunjin is too pretty (yet again). suggestive in the end and reader is wearing a dress. inspired by Bathtub hyunjin.

thank you hyunjin yet again for being my eternal muse and inspiring this brainrot. wrote this while listening to All mine by plaza so.. please enjoy <333 feedback is highly appreciated 🫶🏻

Is it possible to drown in the depths of your emotions, until breathing becomes a forgotten process, one that eludes each one of your senses?

Yes, you believe, if standing before a vision of ethereal beauty, as you are now, all encapsulated within Hwang Hyunjin’s being.

The camera slightly shakes in your grasp as you linger by the threshold of the bathroom, eyeing Hyunjin’s silhouette submerged in the waters. He’s sitting inside the bathtub, fingers running through his raven locks, awaiting your return.

He doesn’t seem to notice your presence, nor do you wish him to. Instead, you remain silent by the door, allowing yourself a few seconds to savor the intoxicating aura he exudes.

See, he isn’t doing anything particular, nor is he adorned in anything enticing— a simple white shirt and matching linen pants. And yet, his presence fills the air, compelling oxygen particles to flee from your being, leaving you transfixed, unable to do anything but gaze at him.

“I can feel you staring,” he remarks casually, his eyes still drawn before him as he leans back, tapping the edge of the tub with his ring-clad fingers.

Your heart pulses against your ribs, a dance that the organ knows intimately by now, one that Hyunjin alone can orchestrate. It isn’t the first time he’s had this effect on you, it is a familiar territory you first breached when Minho introduced you to him.

Hyunjin is a friend, but his hands find your waist more times than deemed platonic, and you like his touch much more than you’d like to admit.

“I'm assessing my subject, you know?” A faint grin dances upon your lips as you approach the bathtub. Hyunjin is doing you a favor— you just booked your first photography gig, and your client only has one condition: to shoot it in a bathtub. You wanted to translate your vision to life beforehand, and Hyunjin volunteered to help you.

“And how do I look?” he inquires, his smile a sugary dream that coaxes forth his left dimple. You place your camera gently on the countertop, bending down to inspect him up close.

His eyelids glisten with the golden glitter you delicately applied earlier. His skin is dewy, glistening underneath the warm lightning, and his lips drip crimson, courtesy of the cherry chapstick you carefully tapped into place.

There is always a myriad of visions that come to your mind when you think of Hyunjin— a blazing fire where each flame surges higher towards the heavens, a burning dance of passion and confidence; or a delicate red rose standing resilient in an empty field, vulnerable yet unwavering in its strength.

And now, you see a siren, beckoning mortals with a voice of beauty, ensnaring them with its hypnotic allure, much like he captivates you in this moment.

“You look nice,” you settle on saying, and he playfully pouts, his thumb grazing against your wrist lightly, akin to the delicate flutter of a butterfly's wing. “That's it? You never compliment me properly.”

“Someone’s gotta keep your ego in check,” you shrug, grabbing a dozen of roses and scattering them all around his body. You nod, satisfied with the outcome, finally retrieving your camera.

“Let's start with a simple shot, look at the camera, as you would when seducing someone.”

Instead of looking at the lens, Hyunjin's gaze finds yours first. With a deliberate slowness, his eyes trace the contours of your form, sending delicious shivers down your spine. His pupils dilate, his gaze darkens, before he reluctantly tears his eyes away, finally shifting his focus to the camera.

it takes you a few beats longer to find your voice once again.

“Hold still, one… two… three,” you murmur, capturing a few shots, pausing for a few seconds to admire the warmth of the light bouncing off his honeyed skin. “Perfect.”

“Me or the picture?” he teases, a mischievous glint in his eyes, and you roll yours in response.

“The photographer.”

“You’re right, you're perfect,” he replies simply, and you're momentarily taken aback, your eyes widening slightly. He notices, a small smile playing on his lips as you grab his hand to adjust his pose.

“You aren't allowed to speak anymore,” you declare, guiding his index finger to his lips while his head rests on his other curled fist. He grins, before his expression morphs into a smoldering gaze, one that blankets your skin in hues of red from its sheer intensity.

“Look at me this time,” you instruct, and he nods obediently, directing his gaze towards you. Though your eyes remain fixed on the lens, you can sense the intensity of his gaze piercing through you—suddenly, the white dress you're wearing feels too sheer to contain the flames ignited by his stare.

“Mm,” you hum in approval as you look at the result. A sweet realization washes over you as you notice the subtle shift in his gaze— does he know his eyes unconsciously soften when they land on you?

With each click of the camera, your nerves dissipate, replaced by a growing confidence as each shot turns out exquisitely. They look worthy of gracing billboards worldwide, a privilege of working with a model as beautiful as him, one who portrays emotions as if they were crafted solely for him to feel.

“Good, let's try an overhead shot now,” you instruct, slinging the camera strap around your neck before climbing into the bathtub, legs on either side of his body. You’re hovering over him as he gazes up at you, his fluttering eyelashes echoing the erratic beat of your heart.

Your eyes briefly trace the contours of his now-translucent white shirt, a veil that delicately clings to his form, accentuating the sculpted lines of his physique—the arc of his v-line melding seamlessly into the fabric of his trousers. He possesses the body of a masterful dancer, a muse Michelangelo himself would have revered.

“Take off your shirt,” you suddenly request, and though your words are met with a quirked eyebrow, he obliges effortlessly. With a fluid motion, he peels the garment from his frame, sending it sailing across the bathroom's expanse.

“Good?” he questions but you remain silent because words have suddenly become beyond your grasp. Your client's request for a portrait suddenly feels inadequate and you almost itch to cancel it, because you know it won't exude the same beauty as Hyunjin’s. For each fiber of his being flusters you, makes you hyper aware of your every pulse point and how they all come together to chant Hyunjin’s name.

“Look up at me as you lean back,” you finally say, positioning the camera directly above his head. With each click, your heartbeat speeds up even more at the sight— collarbones and arms bathed in the play of light and shadow, his long, wet hair cascading over broad shoulders, and worse of all, a faint smirk that graces his placid face, as if he's aware of how breathtaking he looks in this moment.

“Should I do this?” he asks, picking up a rose and brushing its dewy petals against his lips. You swallow hard, nodding meekly before swiftly capturing a few more frames.

Emotions twist you into a peculiar being, yearning for your very soul to liquefy, transforming into the water droplets adorning the rose's petals, longing to caress Hyunjin’s lips too.

Hyunjin suddenly straightens his posture, hands coming to rest gently on your calves, fingers dancing along the hems of your dress with a delicate touch.

“How’d I do? Do I look good for you?” he asks and your knees weaken beneath you, his words rendering you a merciless leaf, swayed by the fiery winds he commands, with his words, with his touch, with his eyes, all solely on you.

“For me?” you echo, and he nods, his hand moving languidly up and down your leg, pausing delicately at your knee.

“Mm. You're the only one I want to impress.”

Your response escapes your being breathlessly. “And why is that?”

“Didn't you ask me not to speak?” he grins, running a hand through his hair. Swiftly, you place your camera on the counter before kneeling down, your thighs now brushing against his own.

“Speak,” you command, and in an instant, he seizes your waist, drawing your body close until you're straddling him, legs enveloping his middle.

“Say it again,” he whispers, and you thread your fingers through the strands of his hair, gently tugging at the edges until his head tilts back, exposing the expanse of his neck.

“I said…” you trail off, leaning in until your nose grazes the warmth of his skin.

Being this close to Hyunjin isn't unfamiliar to you; your interactions have always teetered on the brink of almost-kisses, your bodies drawn together like magnets, two halves of an orange yearning to reunite.

Yet, this moment feels different, much more fateful, as if the universe has granted you one final opportunity—to finally ignite in passion or perish into ash.

“Tell me. I want to know,” you urge, your voice a whisper against his skin, laden with unspoken desires.

“Because... I like you a lot. So much that you're the only one I think of all day. And I want you to like me too. I feel like I need it to breathe.”

His response catches you off guard with its vulnerability, the intimacy it drapes on this moment. The water envelops your intertwined bodies as your hands find solace atop his chest, his rapid heartbeat seeping into your palm.

“I always forget how to breathe around you,” you confess, a sheepish smile gracing your lips. The grin that blooms on his face is radiant, casting a glow on the room that cannot be replicated by artificial lighting.

“If you forget how to breathe, I'll give you all my oxygen,” he promises, his thumb tracing gently across your cheekbones. You see the sun in his smile, feel its warmth in his words that burn you. “I think it always belonged to you anyway,” he murmurs, his lips hovering tantalizingly close to yours. “I think... I wanna give you back what's yours. Would you let me, pretty?” he asks, his voice a tender plea.

And amidst all the planets you know and the countless universes that may exist, you cannot fathom a single one where your answer would be anything but yes.

“Please,” you whisper, and his lips crash against yours in a fervent dance.

Your lips part before swiftly meeting again, and you close your eyes, surrendering to a world where all your senses converge to breathe Hyunjin in—your hands exploring the contours of his chest, your mouth savoring the sweetness of his lips infused with your cherry chapstick, your nose inhaling his scent, a delicate blend of vanilla and tobacco pulling you into a dizzying dance, your ears catching the gentle rhythm of his breaths and the faint thud of his heartbeat, all resonating within you.

And you don't need your eyes to see Hyunjin; he's indelibly etched behind your eyelids from all the time you've spent admiring him before.

“Fuck," he whispers as he draws back, “I should have kissed you much sooner.”

“Mm?” you grin, intertwining your hands behind his neck, “Was it that good?”

“You have no idea what you do to me, don’t you?”

“Then show me,” you grin, a playful glint in your eyes.

His gaze sparkles with mischief, his lips curling into a self-assured smirk, his hands finding your waist once more. Breathing is not necessary if it gives you Hyunjin in the end.

“Oh, I will.”

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