♡ ꒱ Enhypen As Words Instead Of ❛ I Love You ❜

⋅ ⎯ ✈︎ enhypen's jungwon | g. fluff 、gn!reader 、no warnings ! | s. jungwon hugs you for a little longer than he usually does ! | wc. ~0.2k !

양정원 — yang jungwon

"how was music bank?" you asked jungwon as he walked in the door.

he takes off his shoes and begins walking towards you, "it was good, but it was also tiring." he hugs you from behind as you put dishes away.

his head placed gently on your shoulder and his arms wrapped around your waist.

"why don't you wash up and i'll meet you in bed?" you ask him as you put the last of forks in the drawer.

he shakes his head softly, "i just want to stay like this for a little bit."

you turn around you wrap your arms around him, "tired?"

he nods his head and closes his eyes as he stood there. "always so comforting being around you."

you smile and leave a kiss on his forehead, "go wash up baby, i'll give you all the cuddles you need in bed, okay?"

jungwon nods before kissing you on your lips and walking towards to the bathroom.

it didn't take long for jungwon to sink the bed besides you wrapping his arms tightly around you.

"did something happen at work?" you ask turning around as the boys eyes closed. he shakes his head and moves a little closer.

"i just missed you."

you nod and place another kiss on his forehead as your fingers reached to his hair to brush through it.

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sobbing. i want a heeseung in my life bro 🥹

boyfriend◦pairing bf!heeseung x female!reader genre fluff , established relationship series w.c 0.3K warnings not proofread , kissing ( library )

a relationship with heeseung would be so soft.

he’d be the type to find any plausible excuse to hold your hand, missing your warmth.

suddenly mentioning that he wants to compare hand sizes with you, and a mere five seconds after fiddling with your fingers, he’d trap your hand in his hold, a victorious smile drawn on his lips.

kisses that pepper your face, trailing from your cheeks, to your forehead, and to the tip of your nose.

going on an impulsive pyjama shopping spree and scouring the racks for ones that have matching prints.

him accidentally falling asleep in your arms during a movie session, and you just sit there for a moment, letting the television noise drown out to the sound of light snoring.

shoulder massages.

the way his hair looks in the morning— messily fluffy.

him engulfing you into a hug, and burying his face deeper into the crook of your neck in exhaustion.

him taking advantage of his towering height and giving little head pats.

erupting into cacophonous laughter whilst watching the most ridiculous videos, and gently smacking the other’s shoulder.

him lending you a spare hoodie of his for late-night convenience store runs, and you two just interlace hands, walking under the starry skies in comfortable silence.

trying to make homemade goods, like pizza or cake, without any cooking knowledge— ‘eyeballing it’ as most commonly termed.

occasional “love you”s just because.

“i would love to say that you make me weak in the knees, but to be quite upfront and completely truthful, you make my body forget it has knees at all.”

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cupid’s arrow ) continuation to my previous headcanon, boyfriend moments?^^

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✮ tags ; gn! reader, established relationship, fluff, alcohol.

"Shouto,"

"Hm?"

"You're drunk,"

Your boyfriend leans his head on your shoulder and makes a noise in the back of his throat. "A bit."

More than a bit, you think. In actuality, you don't think you've ever seen him this drunk before. He's okay with alcohol, usually - but tends to stay away from drinking too much. You think the last time you saw him get actually drunk at all, you were both twenty and he was barely tipsy then.

He doesn't like getting drunk, he's told you before. A few times. The lack of control and hazy memories make him just slightly anxious, so he's careful around liquor.

You've been dating for years now, and unless he's living some double-life (a different one than being a hero) - you've never seen him get this wasted. Ever. To everyone else in your surroundings, it probably doesn't look that way.

But you've spent enough time to know him, and he's not like this usually. Nowhere near as absent minded he is now, at least. He hasn't been able to sit still since he downed that last bottle of shochu. He went to go play with Bakugou's cat, Momo and you couldn't find him afterwards. You lost sight of him for about half-an-hour until you finally found him in the living room while everyone else was outside, feeding Momo some treat that squeezes from a tube.

(You still don't know where or how he found where Bakugou kept the treats, but you decide it's better you don't ask. Plausible deniability, or something.)

You're both grown-ups, and you're not one to worry about his liquor intake. Still, though - you're worried. Even if it seems like he's not different to everyone else, you can tell. And it's bothering you.

"Shouto," You call out to him, your hands reaching to pet the back of his neck. He's a head taller than you, and a little heavy. Palms smooth against the prickly ends of his hair - tapered and neat. He presses his cheek to your shoulder. "Shouto, love."

"Oh," He says, suddenly remember where he is. He stands up but doesn't back away far enough to give you space. You're in a far off empty corner. Most people are in the backyard but Shouto wanted some air - so you're crowded against a wooden fence and wall with your boyfriend locking you in out by the entrance. He smells nice, you think - clean with a soft touch of aftershave. You look up at him. "Hi,"

"You're drunk," You repeat, watching him blink rapidly - bleary eyes and the faintest line of a smile whenever he glances at you. He's bent over, staring at you hard. "Is something wrong?"

His expression is the same as always. Unchangingly neutral with a strong and uncharacteristic rosiness to it. Your boyfriend is handsome, alarmingly so. You're aware of it constantly, but this new face knocks the air out of your lungs.

He's... pouting you think. But not fully. His lips aren't drawn together, it's subtle like most expressions on him.

But it's...there. You're not imagining it - the soft furrow of his brow, the press of his lips. His expression grows warmer and it only makes you more confused. He shakes it off, all of a sudden, a micro-expression that fades just as quickly as it appears.

"I'm okay."

"Are you?""

He blinks slowly at that. Concern aside, you can't help but think he's cute like this. His ears are pink enough to stick out against his skin, cold air making them flush even darker.

"I'm okay," He says, then looks at you. He sobers up if only for that moment. "Had something on my mind."

"Something you can't tell me?"

"It's supposed to be a secret," He mumbles. He's really drunk. You realize this late. "So I don't know if I can."

"Mm," You reply. You feel like doting on him suddenly, so you do, petting the back of his neck before hugging him a little. "That's okay."

He follows up with a light groan. You've never heard him complain like that, so you laugh. "But I want to tell you."

"I promise I'll keep your secret at least."

He smiles at you more fully that time.

He pauses for a minute, thinking it over. You don't do or say anything in return. A beat passes of you two standing and swaying with silence where Shout to grabs your hands from in front of you. You think he's being affectionate again, wanting to hold them.

He draws your hands to his pocket though. The angle is awkward, makes you bend your wrist on the inside of coat pocket until you feel something hard and square touch your fingers. It's velvet from the material. A box of some kind.

...A box?

Shouto guides your hand again, this time out. When you pull it out, his palm is over yours. It's a jewellery box. You blink a few times, confused. Shouto hasn't let go of your hand.

"I keep missing the timing," He says, hiccuping. The lack of sobriety more clear than ever from the slight slur in his words. "It's been in my pockets for a while."

Your eyes go wide open. You can feel your own confusion and excitement twist and tangle inside of you, frantic to get a better read on the situation. He smiles down at you, disarmingly and then closes his eyes. His forehead is warm as it touches yours.

"...I thought you didn't want to married. Not really, at least." You whisper.

"Me too," He says, a wetness to his laugh that tugs at your heart . "It was on a whim. I wanted to talk to you about it. But." He frowns a little "It's tough."

You chuckle, a sudden wetness to your voice too. "I bet it was,"

He smiles at you, big and stupid. "I love you," He closes is eyes and presses his forehead to yours more. "Thank you for everything."

"Shouto," You repeat, unsure of what else to say. "What brought this up?"

"Mm," He shrugs, getting sleepier by the minute. "I thought giving you my last name would make you suffer." He admits, soft and unsure. "But taking yours. That felt...okay. Felt nice."

"You're silly."

"Yes," He says, not denying it. "And I love you."

"And you love me." You repeat, a grin splitting your face. Big tears at the corner of your eyes, making your vision sting and your cheeks ache. You look up at him again. "Enough to marry me?"

He seems almost sheepish that time. "If you'll have me."

"Are you sober enough to even remember this?"

His embarrassment makes him blush and laugh again. "My heart is beating so loud I'm a little afraid of it. So yes. I'm sure I'll remember." He admits.

"Let's get married, then." You repeat to him, so achingly happy you think you could die. You wonder when to tell your friends. Bakugou will be pissed you did at his place. "If you'll have me."

He smiles. "I'd like too."

You lean up to press a kiss to his mouth, and Shouto holds you there to kiss you longer than you expect. When you're done kissing, he's smiling.

"Anymore secrets?"

He thinks on it, then hums.

"We should get a cat."

ღ 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐄𝐍𝐇𝐘𝐏𝐄𝐍

genre: fluff | word count: 2k | masterlist

↬ Lee Heeseung (이희승)

You laughed as Heeseung finished telling you about his practice from earlier. Your head was resting on his arm as the two of you were sat down in a quiet library. It was late in the evening, so there were only two other people beside you in the building. His fingers that have been wrapped around yours felt so warm and comforting that you couldn't help but sigh in content.

Your eyelids started feeling heavy as the exhaustion from the whole day came crashing upon you.

"(Y/n)," Heeseung said quietly and you raised your head with a hum, gasping slightly when you noticed how closely his face was hovering above yours.

He tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear before leaning in. You felt your face warming up when the tip of his nose brushed over yours, heart almost beating out of your chest. You gulped, eyes darting up to notice that Heeseung was already looking at you with a smile.

"Can I?" He whispered, his warm breath fanning your skin.

You nodded your head sheepishly, eyes closing at the feeling of his soft lips meeting yours. Your hands slipped upwards to wrap around his neck and he draped his over your waist, pulling you to his chest. He left out drawn out kisses on your bottom lip, making you shiver despite the warmth in the room.

When he pulled away you found yourself breathless and flushed, and you gaped up at him. His long fingers caressed your cheeks softly.

"You okay?" He asked with a smile.

You nodded your head as you pulled him closer one more time. "Do you mind doing that again?"

↬ Jay Park (박종성)

You gasped in shock, joy rushing over your body when the final whistle echoed through the field. The loud cheers and screams erupted in the air when the crowd of college students started chanting your football team's name. You jumped out of your seat and quickly skipped down the stairs as the team walked away from the field.

Your eyes immediately found your boyfriend who was laughing and cheering with the rest of the guys. A crowd of people suddenly rushed down to congratulate them on the won finals as well and you waited couple minutes to safely make your way over to the gate.

Jay's face lit up with a wide smile the moment he spotted you. He jogged over to you, wrapping his arms around you tightly.

"That was amazing, Jay!" You shouted to his ear, trying to speak over the noise. He spun you around with a laugh and you wrapped your arms around his neck with a squeal. "You were-"

Your words were interrupted quickly when he set you back down on the ground and crashed his lips on yours. The kiss knocked the air out of your lungs and your body stiffened for a brief second before you came back to your right mind and moved your lips against his. He walked you backwards until your back met the iron fences.

Jay pulled away for a second before diving back for another kiss. Your hands slipped up to cup his cheeks and he pressed one last kiss to your red lips, leaning his forehead on yours.

"I'm so happy you came," he whispered and you giggled, pecking his lips one more time.

"I wouldn't miss it for life, baby."

↬ Jake Sim (심재윤)

You walked around the town hand in hand after Jake picked you up from school. It wasn't even that late yet but since it was middle of the winter it was already dark outside. Jake tossed his empty coffee cup into the trashcan near the sidewalk and turned his face to you. Smile immediately appeared on his lips as he took in your nose and cheeks flushed from cold, something about the weather making you look even cuter than usually.

"You're so pretty," he suddenly said causing you to look up at him, noticing that he stopped walking. You followed his lead and halted your steps as well, shifting slightly so you were facing him.

"You're so random," you chuckled, the sound falling sweetly on Jake's ears and making him smile too. "But that just makes me like you even more."

He draped his arms around your shoulders and pulled you closer to him, pressing his lips to your cheek. "That's not random. It's just facts."

His lips moved to your nose and then to your temple, warming up your skin pleasantly. Soon he was placing quick but sweet pecks all over your face, making you giggle at the sudden affection. Your laughter died down when his lips finally collided with yours. They were still sweet from the enormous amount of sugar he's put into his coffee before.

Your eyes fluttered close but with this being your first kiss, you weren't sure of what to do with your hands. Jake, as if reading your mind, took your hand in his one and placed it on his cheek, his bigger palm instantly covering yours. His lips were so warm and soft even in such cold weather and you caressed his cheek gently, loving the way he leaned into your touch.

Feeling breathless and lightheaded, Jake pulled away from you, though not without pecking you again.

"Let's get you home. It's getting cold."

↬ Park Sunghoon (박성훈)

Your arms fell to your sides, a disappointed look painting itself on your face and making Sunghoon laugh. You couldn't believe you lost to him for the fourth time in a row, only adding up to his already big ego. You groaned in frustration, head flying back on the armrest.

"Damn, never would've thought my girlfriend sucked so bad at Fifa," he teased, fingers digging into your sides playfully.

You only huffed at his comment, rolling your eyes and trying to hide your smile. "Oh, shut it. What kind of a lousy boyfriend abuses his girlfriend like this? I mean, twelve - zero? There's no way in hell you didn't cheat."

"How does it feel to be such a sore loser, please tell me," he continued. "I'm dying to know cause I've never been in your position before."

You scoffed at him and turned your face to the side. "I'm never playing with you again."

Sunghoon only laughed at your pouting face, your pursed lips looking so pretty to him at the moment. Not wanting you to be annoyed with him any longer, he leaned over and pressed his lips to yours, kissing the pout away. You gasped in surprise, melting into his touch when his hands cupped your neck. Your lips moved in a perfect harmony and you almost let out a disappointed whine when you felt him pull away.

"Wanna play one more game?" He asked, kissing the tip of your nose. "I promise I'll let you win."

↬ Kim Sunoo (김선우)

You couldn't stop the tears that cascaded down your cheeks as soon as everybody left the classroom. You felt so drained out of energy, the result of staying up till ungodly hours just to revise for all the exams you've had in the past week. And yet your grades were more than disappointing, considering how much time you spent on studying the stupid formulas and terms.

You put your face in your hands, trying to collect your breath and calm yourself down, knowing well you'd have to leave for the lunch break soon. You didn't notice when somebody else came into the classroom until you heard the familiar voice.

"Oh, what happened, angel?" Sunoo asked as he rushed over to you, tossing his backpack aside. "Why are you crying?"

You shook your head, tucking your face in his neck as soon as his arms wrapped around your body. His heart shuttered with every sniffle and sob that you let out, your tears quickly dampening the collar of his shirt. His hands rubbed your back softly and he felt lighter at soul when you noticeably calmed down.

After couple more minutes you pulled away from him, smiling weakly at his worried features.

"Thank you," you croaked out, clearing your throat that's been clogged up from all the crying. "I'm sorry you have to deal with this. I'm just- It's so frustrating! If I knew I'd get such lousy grades, I wouldn't study at all and the outcome would probably be the same!"

Sunoo nodded at your words, understanding your feelings all too well. Trying to make you feel somehow better, he leaned in close, lips brushing over yours tenderly. Your mouth overlapped with his and you closed your eyes with a sigh, hands running through his soft hair.

With his kisses you felt at peace and the ringing in your ears dulled everything else out, instantly making you forget about your worries.

↬ Yang Jungwon (양정원)

The two of you stopped at the sidewalk as you waited for you ride home. Jungwon insisted on taking the bus with you to make sure you made it home safely but after your stubborn refusal he settled on walking you to the bus stop instead. You were leaned over him with his arm thrown over your shoulders as you waited in a comfortable silence, still content with your almost complete date.

You nudged him with your head when you noticed your bus approaching and you slowly untangled yourself from his embrace.

"Next time the treat's on me," you said with a smile.

Jungwon smiled back and you shrugged off the sleeves of the jacket he gave you couple hours ago, only for him to stop your hands. "No, keep it. It's cold tonight. You can give it back to me some other day."

You smiled at his gesture, leaning up to kiss his cheek. "Thanks. See you tomorrow?"

"See you tomorrow."

With that Jungwon placed his lips upon yours in a quick peck, almost like a habit. You froze in your spot and not even a second later you felt him tensing up as well as he realized what he just did. He quickly retreated away from you with a flushed face.

"I'm so sorry! I don't know why I just did that," he apologized and you giggled at his sudden shyness.

"It's okay, seriously. I was just surprised," you said and hugged his waist to assure him it was really fine. "You can do it again if you want to?"

Jungwon looked down at you with hesitance but when he noticed your eyes sparkling up at him, he dived back down and kissed your lips again. You never noticed when all the people left the bus and it drove away from the both of you, being way too occupied with Jungwon's kisses to even care.

You felt him chuckle against your lips as he was probably the one to realize that fact, but he didn't dare to pull away from you even if that meant you'd have to wait another twenty minutes for the next bus.

↬ Nishimura Riki (西村 力)

You climbed up on the first step of the staircase to your apartment, turning around to Riki with a smile. His eyes were already planted on you and you felt butterflies tickling your stomach at the sight.

"Thanks for today," you said playing with the edge of your jacket. You didn't want to say goodbye to him yet. "I really had so much fun."

Riki's lips stretched with a wide smile as he stepped closer to you. You noticed that now you were almost the same height as him and you giggled at the weird thought since he was way taller than you and always teased you about it.

"Well, I'm glad you did then," he said, eyes sparkling as he moved so close that he could clearly see the tips of your ears turning red underneath your hair. "We should do it again soon."

You nodded your head and swallowed, brushing some stray hair away from your eyes.

"Yeah, that would be great."

Riki had to stifle his laugh at your nervous uttering and he slipped his hand in yours, entangling your fingers together.

"Can I kiss you?" He asked suddenly, noticing the way your breath caught in your throat.

"Y-yeah, yes please. Sure," you stuttered out and this time Riki couldn't contain his chuckle. He brushed his other hand over your jawline before finally closing the space between you two and nudging your soft lips with his.

A/n: is it just me or did the last line of jay's reaction highkey sounded like something from a james bond movie lol... but anyways, since the little dove is officially on a hiatus now, i somehow found the inspiration to finish this fic!! i have a couple more of these kept in my works in progress, so please look forward to them as well!! ❤️

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hiiii ^^ i have been reading your works and i really love them so much!! especially the enha reactions ones <3

i was wondering if you could do an idol!reader & enha reaction to their idol!s/o crying/comes crying because they made a small mistake while performing? and like they reassure the reader and stuff hehe thank youuuu~ looking forward to more of your works, hope you have a nice day today!! ^^

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aww thank you so much!!🥹🥹 i got pretty much all my followers bc of my enha reactions and honestly i missed it a lot😭 thank you so much for requesting!! i love the idea so much!! hope i stood up your hopes!<3 ( just finished writing it all and idk i dont really like it— let me know what you think about this one!! )

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. . ҂ Enhypen reaction to their idol s/o crying after making a small mistake while preforming ! . . ҂

. . ҂ Genre: fluff … ot7 idol!Enhypen X idol!Reader . . ҂

— Heeseung ♡

While preforming one of your songs, you accidentally bumped into one of your members and lost control for a second, you instantly fixed your dance moves and continued dancing, looking around nervously to see any reaction from your fans who were watching you.

Heeseung was backstage, waiting for you to finish and to support you, he saw your little mistake and giggled, thinking your one little mistake was the cutest thing he ever saw.

As you got off stage, breathing heavily as you felt out of breath from the physical workout, you felt your tears about to burst. Once you got in your backroom and saw Heeseung there, smiling with his shiny teeth and arms opened, you hugged him tightly while the tears finally streamed your face.

Heeseung worriedly hugged you back, his smile soon turned into a worried expression, “I made a mistake, everyone is going to hate me for that” You cried out. Heeseung weakly smiled and pat your head, “That one slip you call a ‘mistake’ was the cutest thing i’ve ever saw, and if anyone is going to hate you for that, i’m going to hate them back. You did your best, and i’m proud of you for that, you were so professional i could barely even spot the mistake” He gave you a peck on your forehead and kept hugging you.

— Jay ♡

Your earpiece stopped working at the middle of the performance and you lost the tempo, you were a little behind the others and freaked out for a second. You quickly removed one of your earpieces and fixed your moves.

The rest of the performance went well as the earpieces suddenly started to work again, you felt much confidence and less stressed although you could already feel the tears threatening to come out.

Jay was watching you from the side, from time to time you were looking at him smiling at you and clapping his hands loudly, however, after the quick accident you didn’t even dare to look at him back and it made him confused.

When you got off the stage, he tried to approach you but you were too busy with your accident that you forgot he got there to cheer you up. He caught your hand as you kept roaming around your room and quickly pushed you to a room for you two.

When he saw that a tear or two already fell from your eyes, he was quick to wipe them off with his thumb and made you look at him, deeply in his eyes. You told him right after what happened and he smiled at you. “If it’s because that stupid little accident, it’s not your fault, it’s really not. There are some things that are controllable and the earpiece is not one of them, you should let yourself relax and don’t blame yourself for that” He pecked your lips and hugged you tightly, whispering comforting things to make you more relaxed.

— Jake ♡

A week before the performance you got sick, not being able to practice on the dance and performance. You members suggested you skip the performance to have some more time to practice the dance but you kept pushing it and rejected the suggestions.

While performing, you happened to forget the few next steps, you freaked out a bit, roaming your eyes around the stage to follow your members’ moves, a few seconds later and you managed to remember the rest of the steps.

Jake, who was in the crowd, gasped worriedly when he saw your hesitation and realization, as soon as he saw your little mistake he knew you would probably blame yourself hardly for that. He ran backstage as you finished the performance and already saw you with tears.

The first instinct of his was to hug you tightly and take you to a room without anyone, and that’s what he did. After settling down on one of the sofas, he held your hands and looked at your sore eyes, “You did well, i always get so amazed when i see you performing” He pecked your forehead and smiled, “Aren’t you disappointed? I ruined the performance, it was too ugly to watch” You rolled your eyes, annoyed by your mistake.

“Ruined? Disappointed? I would never be disappointed in you,” He chuckled, “Why would I? This performance was the best one i’ve ever saw and whatever happened there was nothing, you were sick, you couldn’t practice enough and you managed to pull through it, i’m proud of you for that” He once again hugged you tighter than before until the tears stopped falling.

— Sunghoon ♡

The performance day happened on a rainy weather, the rain just stopped falling but you were forced to get on stage on perform. The stage was slippery, the staffs didn’t bother to clean it as much and you were left on a risk-to-fall stage.

You talked it out with your stylist who gave you high heels for the stage and told them about your concern, Sunghoon was also there to explain the stylists why its wrong and even managed to argue with your manager about going up stage. No matter how hard you tried, “The show must go on” They said, and so you did end up on the stage.

You and your members tried your best to perform and not slip off from the stage and were actually pretty shocked when most of the performance went well, Sunghoon was also backstage watching you nervously from the side, shocked by how focused you were, but couldn’t stop worrying.

You part was coming up and as you got in the center, you slipped off and fell on stage, shocked by the fall, you stayed there for a few seconds, the whole performance until now went well so why did you have to fall now? You blamed yourself hardly for that, but you had to continue the stage.

When you got carefully off the stage, Sunghoon was fast to pick you up and take you to your backroom, he sat you down and instantly checked on you to see if you got hurt. When he looked up at you he saw you were on the verge of tears, he quickly pecked your forehead and stared at you deeply in your eyes, “It’s not your fault, your manager and staffs are at fault, the stage was slippery as hell and you couldn’t do anything about it, stop blaming yourself for everything that happens” Usually, Sunghoon had hard time to notice what you feel, but this time, he figured it without you saying anything.

— Sunoo ♡

Your part in the stage came up and usually, the specific move you have to do is easy for you. It’s something about three spins with your hands up and then you lift your leg high while signing the part, like a ballerina. Today, you had a massive headache and weren’t sure if you could even perform.

Feeling commitment to perform, you took a painkiller to ease the pain, thinking everything would work just fine. But as soon as you got on stage you could feel the headache starting to hit you hard and when the first spin of your part came up, you fell on your knees, not being able to continue the rest of your part for a few seconds.

You got up after shaking your head and fixing your sight and continued to perform with hurting knees and head. Sunoo, who was in his own backroom, getting ready for his performance while watching your stage, gasped worriedly as he saw you falling. He immediately stopped his stylist and went to your backroom, waiting for you to finish.

When you got in after the stage, Sunoo ran up to you and hugged you, hand on your head and the other on your back, tightening his grip on you, “Are you okay?” He released the grip and looked at you, both hands on both sides of your face, he saw a few tears on your cheeks and quickly wiped them.

“I fell down, i ruined the performance, i couldn’t even finish the rest of the stage perfectly” You cried out. Sunoo was fast to wipe your tears once again and held you close to him, “It’s not your fault and nothing is ruined, you had headaches and still managed to perform amazingly, i’m sure the fans are more worried about you, you did an amazing job, i love you, dont blame yourself for that” He weakly smiled to you and again wiped the tears that kept coming out.

— Jungwon ♡

The song you were performing was one of your favorite ones to perform, you feel excited every time you’re performing this song. As your part came up, you accidentally bumped into the camera and caused everyone to stop. Too embarrassed with yourself you covered your face, apologizing over and over.

Jungwon who was watching you from behind, felt scared and nervous, he was worried you might blame yourself and it won’t end up well. You started the performance once again and this time you weren’t as excited as you were at first and Jungwon noticed it right away.

As you got down the stage you skipped Jungwon who was looking worriedly at you. He wanted to approach you but you were fast to disappear from his sight. He asked your members where you headed and they told him you wanted to be alone so you went to one of the rooms.

He knocked on the door to let you know he’s coming in and saw you sitting at the corner, hugging your legs with tears in your eyes. He went up to you and hugged you. “I caused the performance to start all over again, i almost broke the camera!” You cried, Jungwon sighed and pat your head slowly, “And what if you did? It’s not the end of the world, and no one can blame you for that, i almost punched Sunghoon because i was so overly excited when i heard the song” He giggled and caused you to laugh, he wiped your tears and kept hugging you and making you laugh until you felt slightly better.

— Riki ♡

You’re always performing live with your mic on so it was already hard for you in the first place. When your part came up you happened to forget the next lyrics and you just blabbered the rest, feeling too embarrassed to continue, you just smiled it away and let the music play.

When you got off stage you saw Riki laughing, you figured he was laughing because of your mistake but it wasn’t so funny to you. His laughs immediately turned into a worry as he saw the tears in your eyes. “Are you okay?” He put his hand on your shoulder, looking at you deeply in your eyes.

He figured alone that it must be because of your small mistake and smiled, “I thought it was cute, your smile was even cuter, it can happen to anyone you know, at least now people know it’s all live” He pat your head and wiped your few tears that fell, “I’m very proud of you, you know” He smiled and pecked your lips.

11:53pm | close to u

it’s late at night, nearly midnight when you hear your doorbell ring. shuffling over to your front door, you peer through the eyehole and see your boyfriend, waiting anxiously on the other side.

once you open the door you’re met with a soft smile on sunghoon’s lips as he mindlessly slips into your embrace. you smell the faint scent of his shampoo as he draws you closer, letting him lean against you. you can hear the door automatically lock when sunghoon lazily kicks it shut with his foot and you let out a light chuckle.

“hoon?” you say and he responds with a simple hum. “i thought you were staying at the dorms tonight?”

“had trouble sleeping without you.” his words are slightly muffled due to his face being shoved into your shoulder, but your heart swells at his words.

once sunghoon finally lets you go, he presses a small kiss at the top of your head and lets you take his hand as you lead him to your bedroom.

when the short journey to your room is complete, sunghoon flops onto your bed as if its his own and small sigh of satisfaction escapes his lips. you watch him as you go around to the other side of the bed, picking up any discarded pillows on the way.

once the both of you are under the sheets, sunghoon’s arms find their way around your waist, dragging you close to his chest. your legs are already entangled with each others as he brings one of his hands to cup the back of your head and play with strands of your hair.

“i love to be close to you, y/n.” his voice is a couple octaves deeper and you can’t help but notice it. you let yourself lose time in him, relaxing every muscle, knowing he’ll be right at your side when morning comes. “me too. good night, hoon.”

“good night, y/n.”

a/n: clingly hoon🫶🫶

OMG YAY you’re back! can i request how en- would react to you telling them you’ve never have your first kiss? thanks in advance 🍓

enhypen reaction to you not having your first kiss yet

pairing: boyf/crush!enha x gn!reader

genre: fluff

warnings: none ! i do just wanna say that not having your first kiss yet, no matter what age you are, isn’t something to be embarrassed about nor is it something that you HAVE to tell anyone! <3

summary: you tell your boyfriend/crush that you haven’t had your first kiss yet.

many thanks to @youngminhee who helped me come up with some of the scenarios 🥺

heeseung ･:，｡★ﾟ

heeseung’s hand came around the back of your neck, gently pulling you closer to him. your breathing quickened. you panicked and pushed your boyfriend away with a fleeting hand on his chest. his eyes opened immediately, pleading and apologising with them alone. his hands found your hands and his thumbs stroked yours as he interlocked your fingers.

“sorry, this is my first time being kissed,” you laughed out pathetically, unable to hide how embarrassed you felt.

“really? you?” heeseung stepped back in shock. “but you’re so…” he started, checking you out while his hand fondled yours “… you.”

“it just hasn’t happened yet,” you shrugged.

“that’s okay, you just let me know when you’re ready, honey,” he let go of one of your hands and began to head for your living room but stopped as soon as you tugged at his arm.

he knew what you wanted. he threw the hand that was in his own over his shoulder and your other hand followed, his hands now rested on your waist as he stepped closer to you, whispering something about how beautiful you are before your lips finally touched.

other members below the cut

jay ･:，｡★ﾟ

“who’s the other lead?” jay asked curiously, not wanting to sound as jealous as he actually was.

you rambled off another actor’s name that he’d obviously never heard of. his eyebrows furrowed as he imagined the boy who he now saw as competition.

“and you have to kiss him?” he looked at you in confusion, pulling his mouth to the side, his brows still furrowed furiously. “it’s your job y/n, i really don’t mind,” he lied with a feigned laugh. he noted your guilty face, even after he reassured you that he wasn’t mad. “what’s really the matter, baby?”

“you're my first boyfriend,” you whispered, your usual confidence dwindling with each word, “and i’ve never actually kissed anyone before,” you confessed.

“oh,” he paused, “so you want me to be your first kiss? or you don’t want to kiss either of us? now i’m confused, y/n,” jay was hopeful that you wanted it to be him, but after he finished his sentence he panicked, worrying that he was rushing you into something that you were clearly apprehensive about. “you don’t have to do anything that you don’t want to, you know?”

“i know!” you waved your arms passively, realising you’d confused jay. “i do want to kiss you, but i want it to be special, and of course i need to film this scene because of the progression of the film… but i want to kiss you first.”

jay waited until you’d finished your explanation before taking your face in his hands and putting his lips to yours, taking the lead and kissing you slowly. he pulled away as he felt you melting into him, which only caused you to lean more towards him, giggling slightly as he caught you wanting more kisses.

sunghoon ･:，｡★ﾟ

your lips broke away from each other’s, you opened your eyes and caught a glimpse of sunghoon running his tongue over his lower lip.

“sorry, was it bad? did i hurt you? it was my first time,” you admitted, bowing your head to avoid the shameful eye contact.

“no,” he replied, bowing his head in a similar manner. he checked through his bangs, making sure you weren’t looking at him, before smiling to himself proudly. “was that really your first kiss?”

you nodded, affirming with a hum when you realised he probably couldn’t see you.

“we can practice more,” he let out a soft giggle to comfort you as he spoke, lifting his head and poking at your leg, “it won’t be too much of a chore i guess.”

“i should hope not,” you finally lifted your head too, rolling your eyes which he received with an exaggerated feigned scowl. “practice with you until i can go to the big leagues,” you extended your hands and cracked your knuckles in front of you.

“and who would that be?” he asked in response.

you suppressed the urge to say his mom, instead opting for one of his members, which, of course, started a tickle fight that you were never going to win.

jake ･:，｡★ﾟ

“remember that party we went to on the last day of middle school?” jake laughed, reminiscing on the time where the two of you were so madly in love with each other, but neither of you dared confess to the other. “do you know how mad i got when you had to kiss that guy from class c!?” he bolted upright on your bed, his shoulders relaxing as he watched you remember.

“what? i never kissed him. i’ve never kissed anyone,” you blurt out in an attempt to make your boyfriend feel less jealous. your face dropped as you realised what you’d just admitted to.

“huh?” his smile dropped as he watched yours do the same. “y/n are you for real? you never kissed him, or anyone?”

you chewed at the right side of your mouth, you couldn’t lie to jake and go back on your words, but to actually double down on it you thought would seem pathetic.

“you know, it’s okay to not have your first kiss yet,” he comforted, his hand coming to your upper arm and stroking it. “just as long as i’m your first when you’re ready to do so,” he smirked cheekily, pinching the skin on your arm before letting it go.

“okay and what if i’m ready now?” you asked, wishfully eyeing your boyfriend.

“if you’re sure?” he acknowledged your nod. his hand dropped to your thigh before travelling up your body and coming to rest just above your waist as he leaned in. he remained there, waiting for you to kiss him in your own time. your hesitation was cute to him, it made him adore you more, and it made the kiss even more intimate and meaningful.

sunoo ･:，｡★ﾟ

you brought your knees to your chest, your eyes fixating on the kissing scene on the television as your cheeks blushed dusty pink.

sunoo noticed your sudden change of position and decided to ask “are you okay?”

“it’s just,” you started, contemplating whether to confess or not. you pulled your knees in closer and rested your hand on them, biting around your thumb. “i’ve never done that before.”

“what?” he asked, trying to assess the previous scene that had already passed by while you were talking. “you’ve never kissed someone?”

you shook your head shyly, the scattering of dusty pink turning to bright red flush.

“well if you ever want to, you can just,” he made an exaggerated kissy face while resting his hand on top of yours, making sure that you could no longer bite your thumb to shreds.

“i do want to, but i’m just nervous, i don’t want to be a bad kisser,” you admitted with a sulk.

“hey,” sunoo turned to face you, “you can’t be a bad kisser, alright? if you just, follow me, everything will be okay,” he said with a genuine smile, hoping that his words comforted you.

to thank him for being so cool about it, you lent in and pressed a sweet, innocent kiss against his plump lips.

jungwon ･:，｡★ﾟ

“what are you writing?” jungwon asked, placing his hand on the desk as he leaned over your shoulder. “his lips on mine felt good,” he read from your computer screen as he giggled. “y/n what’s this?”

“i’m trying to write something about the two characters sharing a kiss,” you hushed your voice until you realised the only people in the library were just you two, “but it’s kind of difficult when you have no experience.”

he nodded and agreed. “kissing someone you like feels more than just “good” though,” he commented. you looked up at the boy who was still leaning over your shoulder. normally, you’d avert your eyes, but today, you couldn’t. “should i show you?”

jungwon made you flustered, all day every day, and right now was clearly no exception. however, usually he seemed calm, but in today’s proximity you could hear his heart racing, almost confirming that he liked you back.

“you want to be my first kiss?” you asked. “you’re not doing this out of pity are you?”

“i’m not, y/n, im doing this because i like you silly.” he smiled with a large toothy grin, leaning down and rubbing your noses together cutely. “hopefully i’ll be your last kiss too.”

niki ･:，｡★ﾟ

niki’s hand creeped down to the small of your back, pulling you in closer. for a moment, he could have sworn you’d stopped breathing. your eyes shut instinctively as you felt niki getting closer to you.

“can i kiss you?” his breath tickling at your lips as he spoke.

the music stopped, you pulled away, worrying that someone had come into the studio while you were too engrossed in practicing your duet for the awards. you looked around, there was no one, just him. even drenched in sweat, he still looked good.

“so,” he pressed, coming into your eye line once again.

“it would be my first,” you announced, almost as if you were asking him if that was okay.

he nodded once with a gentle smile, refusing to acknowledge your statement because, quite frankly, that wasn’t important to him. his left hand found your right side as he pulled you close to him once again. he dipped his head to your height as you hesitantly leaned into him. his forehead rested on yours for a while, he smiled at you in adoration, giving you plenty of time to pull away if you wanted to, before confidently putting his lips on yours.

sigh */punches wall

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀・908 / 𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴・hyunjin x gn!reader / 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲(𝘀)・domestic fluff, established relationship, being hopelessly whipped for one another hehe

𝟭𝟭:𝟯𝟲 𝗣.𝗠. — Hwang Hyunjin is no stranger to compliments.

How couldn’t he be, when his grip on every stadium is one of titanium, when he looks and sounds like a figment of a sweet dream, when he is all that he is? And he loves the flattery. He’ll bow graciously and utter his thanks, his head lowered just far enough to conceal the smirk on his lips that says: oh, I know.

But it’s different with you. Maybe it’s because he’s clung to everything you’ve said to him since the day you met, curating a mental archive of the greatest love he'll ever know. Maybe it’s because he feels the urge to smile just looking at your face. Maybe he's that much of an enamored idiot that your praise makes him feel like he’s touching the sky.

Whatever the reason, your compliments destroy him, and tonight is no exception.

Hyunjin’s head is hovering over the sink, headband holding back his hair, hands slathering cleanser over his skin, when his phone goes off. It’s unusual for him to receive emails so late, and he rinses and dries himself with a touch of irritation. Surely it can wait until tomorrow. But the annoyance subsides when Hyunjin starts to read: photos came out early . . . congratulations again . . . will be in touch with next steps.

Behind him, the bathroom door opens, and in walks a figure with tired eyes and a matching headband over their hairline. Hyunjin feels arms circle around his waist and a familiar warmth press up against his back. “I ran out of face soap,” you mumble.

Without looking up from his screen, Hyunjin picks up his cleanser and holds it by his hip, so that you only need extend your fingers to snatch it away. You place a kiss on his cheek as a quick way of thanks, bringing a small, helpless smile to his face.

The next few minutes are spent in silence, save for the sounds of your washing. It isn’t until you glance in the mirror and see your boyfriend’s fascination with his phone that you notice something’s up.

“What’re you looking at?” You hum, curious.

Hyunjin’s reply is casual. Too casual. “The photos from the Versace shoot came out early.”

At this, you whip around to look at him. Your face is illuminated with a smile that stretches from ear to ear, the fatigue in your eyes replaced with pure anticipation. A mysterious warmth begins to spread through Hyunjin, starting in his chest and traveling as far as his cheeks, dusting them pink with embarrassment. (And so Hyunjin’s destruction begins.)

“Show me,” you demand.

Hyunjin tilts his screen in your direction, finally unable to quell the proud grin that he’s been biting back for so long. You nestle into his side and wrap your hands around his tricep, as if looking to hang onto something for emotional support, but nothing could've prepared you for what you see: silky dark hair pinned back by a pair of white sunglasses, facial features so ethereal that they rival the sculptures of Michelangelo himself, jewelry and suit jacket dull in comparison to his golden complexion, all rearranged into poses and expressions so confident and effortless that one would think he’s been doing this for years.

It is too much for you.

The noise that comes out of your mouth is terrifying—a mixture of a moan and a gasp except you’re being mauled by a mountain lion, or something—and Hyunjin starts to laugh, the forceful, involuntary kind that seizes his entire being.

“Are you kidding me?" You let go of his arm to grab hold of his phone with both hands, bringing it within inches of your face. "Is this real life?”

“What sound did you just make—?" Hyunjin is now sliding down the wall, barely able to get his words out. "Wait, I can’t breathe, stop—”

You ignore him, and Hyunjin genuinely thinks he’s going to dissolve when he sees that you’ve zoomed in far enough for his face, just his face, to take up the entire screen. “This can’t be real,” you mutter. “You can’t be real.”

“Shut up, you idiot—”

Hyunjin suddenly feels a pair of hands on his cheeks, and you start littering kisses all over his face, first on his forehead, then his temple, then his nose, his jaw, weaving words in between to form a sentence: you are the most beautiful man in the whole world, Hwang Hyunjin. He disappears into a new fit of laughter, his cheeks sore from how hard he’s beaming, his ears burning crimson. He feels like he might burst, he’s so happy, so in love.

You then pull away for a breather, and whatever plea for mercy Hyunjin has prepared goes forgotten when it occurs to him how close the two of you are, with you basically straddling him and wisps of your hair tickling his face. And you look stunning right now, barefaced and blushing and radiant. His laughter dissipates at last, leaving behind only a helplessly fond smile that turns his eyes to crescents.

“My prince,” you whisper, bumping your nose lightly against his. “Mine.”

He physically cannot go a second longer without kissing you, leaning in and sealing his grin against yours with the intensity of an oath. Yours. Forever.

“Thank you, baby."

(The truth is that Hyunjin destroys you first. It is only natural that you return the favor.)

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Rendezvous - Park Jay

please remember English isn't my first language and sorry for any typos <3

WARNINGS: Making out, use of curse words (please tell me if there are more!)

listen to the song below <3

Tossing and turning in your bed, sleep was far from your plans at this point but you were trying so hard because you wanted to feel energetic for the upcoming day since you had days off of work, finally. You wanted to use them to the max. Huffing you finally landed in a comfortable position on your back. At least for now.

Finally feeling tirendness, you relaxed hoping you'd fall into a deep sleep soon, but it was all interrupted by your phone ringing. You groaned and aggressively pushed the covers off your body and grabbed your charging phone, unhooking it at the same time. "What?" you wanted to sound cold but it sounded more of a sleepy tired and low whisper tone. Hearing a chuckle that you knew oh, so well, come from the other side of the phone you rolled your eyes.

"Fuck you want Park?" you sighed and laid back on the bed. "Your attention." he said with his deep ass voice, sending shivers down your spine.

Park Jay. Your one and only rival in many ways. Schools grades, popularity, damn even your families were at each other's throats, so these late night phone calls and late night meet ups is something so weird for someone to hear that knew the both of you. How all this started is another talk that didn't matter much as much as it mattered to Y/n that he hasn't called for the past few days making you miss him.

You hated the fact that you did because it was all a game to the both of you. Fun. And you wanted to win but he thinks highly of himself. Lately he's been slipping and you didn't like it. Not calling like he used to, giving you little less attention and being constantly with a different girl in his arms everytime you see him.

About you missing him... I mean everyone has issues and one of yours was that you did miss him. And when I say him I mean him only. Sure you've messed around but never had you missed someone. Ever.

"I need your attention sweetheart." he says again. "You know the place." you started and as you finished you looked at your clock on the wall.

00:30am

Perfect - you thought as a smirk grew on your face. "And time Park." you said. You hear him sigh and could feel his small smile through the phone. "I don't wait around Park. Come and take my breath away like you do." you said once again into the phone as you were now on your feet, looking outside of your window that looked right down into the front porch. "Wanna go for a ride maybe?" you asked, hearing no answer from him.

"Come see me face to face Jay."

And that was his last stroke. "How'd you feel about a rendezvous baby?" he hiskily says as you hear shuffling, knowing he's just a few minutes away from your house. "As I said Park, you know the time and place." you say softly, making his heart jump. Staying in silence for a couple minutes you finally saw his car entering your driveway. His tall figure getting out before jumping over the fence, landing straight on his feet as he looks up at the window where you are and smirks up at you.

Next thing you know he climbed up and through your window now standing right in front of you, hand reaching for the phone on you ear, turning it off and throwing it somewhere on your bed. "Glad to know you're still awake sweetheart." he strokes your cheek as you melt under his touch. The tension growing between you two and was ready to burst any moment now.

You could see each other finally,  since both your families were home. As of now, they were not even halfway into their business trip, giving you a chance to sneak around with Jay.

"Glad to know you accepted my invitation." you replied and that were your last words before Jay had captured your lips with his in a deep kiss  completely taking your breath away just how you told him to. You kissed back as your hands moved around his neck, pulling him closer to you as if he was gonna pull away and run.

Jay had smiled into the kiss from your gestures as his hands that were on your waist, tightened their grip on it. "God I missed you." he breathed out between your kiss. "Me or-" "You. All of you." Not even letting you finish your question and answering with a breathy tone as laid you on your bed with him hivering over you. He dove into your lips again, his tongue asking for permission and you let him dearly.

The answer caught you off guard as he never had said that he missed you. Ut was always just coming over for his needs and only for fun then you were back to the normal rivals that liked to throw words at each other or tease each other and get on each other's nerves. But this night was different. You both could feel it in the air and the tension that was still cutting between you.

Jay had his lips on your neck now, giving you soft pecks on some places and then he'd move a spot down and leave a soft mark on it so it would be easy to hide.

His hands were touching you so softly and everytime he changed the hands position he gave you a look, asking for confirmation (not that he had never asked you if you were okay with anything.)

After a few more neck kisses he pulled away and sat on his knees, looking down at you, laid, beneath him, breathing all heavily from the makeout. He was looking at you like as if you were something so dear for him, and you were. He knew it so well but never admitted it.

"I can't continue pretending and playing you like this." he says, catching you off guard. "I know I said our meet ups aren't anything about falling in love but I lied darling." he moved his face between your neck now, kissing it word after word. Your palms had placed themselves on both his cheeks before making him look at you. "Took you long enough to admit huh pretty boy?" you smirked at him.

He chuckled as he kissed your lips with a hum.

"How'd you feel about a rendezvous?" "Rendezvous, time for two."  "I'm not tryna fall in love with you, just tryna do a rendezvous."

We're the exact same words he said the first time he suggested all this and you agreed, kinda hoping it'll end up like how you two were now. And this rendezvous was full of love, taking care of each other through out the night. Jay was especially caring, making you completely forget what you two had between each other but that didn't matter anymore and definitely not tonight.

Its just the two of you.

How'd you feel about a rendezvous? Rendezvous, time for two.

__________________________________________

NYC ⸺ sjy

❔ spiderman pays you a visit 〡 spiderman!jake x fmr warnings! lil implications of skinship, swearing ( LIBRARY )

‘are you upset?’

‘no, of course not. do i look upset?’ you asked, teeth grit, while you aggressively flipped through the pages of your book, hardly bothered to spare a glance towards his direction.

‘i don't know. pretty, can you look at me?’ jake pleaded, and you closed the textbook shut, eyes flitting towards the window. he was always there, in his red and blue, web-themed suit. you’d, eventually, grown a habit of leaving it open, just for him. 

‘don’t call me that.’

‘i knew you were mad. i promise, i'm not hurt,’ he said, his hand reaching to pull the mask off his face. you instantly jumped off your bed, scrambling over to him, to drag him inside your room. you slammed the shutters down, before turning to face him. 

‘are you fucking stupid? i’ve told you a million times! don’t pull it off, even if you’re just out my window,’ you snapped. it was evident you were irritable.  

‘sorry,’ he muttered, while he flung the cloth away. 

‘don’t throw your shit around my room,’ you grumbled, while he bent over to pick up the mask off your floor, quietly mouthing a “sorry”, yet again. 

you looked him up and down, your eyes scanning every inch of his body. he had a bloodied lip, and a couple of scrapes and cuts. not too much, you thought, while pulling out the first-aid box you’d kept for him. 

‘sit,’ you instructed, and so he did. he knew exactly where to sit; he’d been in this room at least a million times, for this very reason.  

‘i’m sorry,’ he started, causing you to furrow your brows. 

‘i really am. i didn’t mean to stand you up, something was happening down at oscorp, and you know jay works there, so i-’

‘wait. you think i’m upset because you stood me up?’ you cut him off, with a tilt of your head. 

‘yeah? i know you’d got us reservations, and i’m so sorry. i know it meant a lot to you, so i’ll make it up to you,’ he swore, a hint of confusion seeping into his eyes. 

‘jake, i’m not upset about that. i know you have a duty to fulfill,’ you murmured, hand reaching to push back the sweaty strands of hair falling over his forehead, ‘it’s just, i’m always so worried. i know i’m being silly, but i’m scared for you. i don’t know what’s happening to you, or what you’re doing. is it so hard to tell me where you are?’ you asked, your voice slightly quivering. 

‘no, i don’t like calling you. what if someone traces your number through my call records? i don’t want your safety to be compromised, but i guess that doesn't make sense, yeah? i mean, you’re always exposed to danger, because you’re close to me,’ he finished, with an awkward chuckle. 

‘i chose to be with you, even though i knew about you being spiderman. it was my choice, so quit acting like a hero; like you’re responsible for me, all the damn time. i’m my own human,’ you spat, grabbing him by his cheeks, looking into his eyes.

a part of you knew, he could’ve stopped your hand if he wanted to, but he didn’t. he was trying to understand you, though it was hard for him. god, if only he knew how much you loved him. 

‘okay,’ he said, slowly. 

‘okay,’ you nodded, letting go of him, and you both maintained a comfortable silence, while you patched up his cuts. 

‘what about my kiss?’ he complained, after a pause. it was (another) habit you had, kissing him after you were done helping him out.  

‘you’ll get it. be patient, spider-boy.’  

and, patient he was. sim jaeyun returned home as a happy man, with pink-colored smudges imprinted on his cheeks.