untitled ♡ lee jihoon ────୨ৎ────

jihoon didn’t look up when the studio door opened. didn’t have to.

only one person in this world let themselves in without knocking and didn’t get cussed out for it.

you dropped your bag gently onto the little couch in the corner. “it’s 1 am.”

“mhmmm.”

“you haven’t texted in eight hours.”

he hummed , barely a sound “didn’t notice.”

you moved behind him and peeked at the screen , running a hand gently down his arm in a soothing motion. dozens of tracks stacked and color-coded, running in a chaotic order for you , but made perfect sense to him apparently. he was working on the bridge for a performance unit song — guessing by the file name.

CHERRY TREES

arranged husband!Jungwon x trophy wife!reader - confronting cold arranged husband on your first anniversary.

ENHA HARD HOURS 18+ MDNI, Angst, fluff, a second chance, the smut is crazy im ngl to u but the angst is worse, he actually goes insane like insane he loses it.

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The grandfather clock in the hallway chimed five times, its deep resonance echoing through the marble corridors of your estate. Without opening your eyes, you knew Jungwon was already awake. The mattress dipped slightly as he carefully extracted himself from beneath the Egyptian cotton covers, his movements deliberately gentle to avoid disturbing you. You kept your breathing steady, maintaining the pretense of sleep as you had so many mornings before.

Through barely-parted lids, you watched his silhouette move through the predawn darkness. Jungwon's routine never varied—not on weekends, holidays, or even the morning after your anniversary celebration when he'd had perhaps one glass of Château Margaux too many. Five a.m. meant feet on the floor, regardless of circumstance.

He disappeared into the expansive en-suite bathroom, closing the door with practiced quietness before the shower began to run. You rolled over to face the floor-to-ceiling windows, abandoning the charade of sleep. Outside, the manicured gardens remained dark and still, mirroring the atmosphere that permeated your mansion despite its immaculate decoration and luxurious furnishings.

One year of marriage. Three hundred and sixty-five mornings of this same choreographed dance.

By the time Jungwon emerged from the bathroom, you had straightened your side of the bed and donned your silk robe. He nodded in acknowledgment, a small smile lifting the corner of his mouth.

"Good morning," he said, voice pleasant but neutral. "Did I wake you? I'm sorry."

"No, I was already awake," you lied, the response automatic after months of repetition. "Will you be joining me for breakfast on the terrace today?"

psh - king of tears.

Chaebol Husband!Sunghoon | Queen of Tears AU FULL FIC

The room is filled with laughter, delicate clinks of fine china and crystal flutes, and the low hum of a jazz quartet playing something elegant and forgettable in the background. The city’s elite have gathered here tonight—not just business moguls, but socialites, investors, and politicians, all dressed in designer labels, all engaged in carefully curated conversations.

The air is thick with power and wealth, a reminder of the world you and Sunghoon exist in. A world where appearances matter more than emotions, where a marriage is not just about love, but about status, about alliances.

You’re used to this now—the expectations, the smiles, the weight of scrutiny disguised as admiration. You’ve mastered the art of being Park Sunghoon’s wife.

Sunghoon stands beside you, dressed in a sleek black suit, looking every bit the composed, untouchable CEO that people admire and envy in equal measure. His features are as sharp as ever, but there’s something distant in his gaze, something almost clinical in the way his hand rests lightly against the small of your back.

To an outsider, it’s a gesture of affection. A claim. A reminder that you belong to each other.

To you, it’s just for show.

"Smile."

His voice is low, quiet enough that no one else hears. It’s not a request. It’s a command.

sjy - STRIKES OUT.

A SECRET PREGNANCY/FOUND FAMILY AU - FULL FIC

📌 Synopsis: Five years ago, Jake Sim walked away to chase his soccer dreams, never knowing he left more than just a broken heart behind. Now, he's back—unwittingly running a soccer clinic where his five-year-old daughter is signed up. The daughter he doesn’t know exists.

You tell yourself he won’t notice. You tell yourself he won’t put the pieces together.

Then she grins up at him, dimples flashing, and says: "We have the same last name! Maybe we're related!"

And just like that, your past collides with your present.

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"I'm making a list."

"Oh God, not this again," Tia's voice crackled through the speaker. "What is it this time? 'Top Ten Pizza Toppings Ranked by Emotional Stability'? 'Compelling Evidence That My Neighbor's Cat Is Plotting World Domination'?"

You snorted, balancing your phone between ear and shoulder as you scribbled on a notepad at the kitchen counter. The house was quiet for once—a rare moment of peace while Jade actually slept in after exhausting herself at soccer practice the night before.

"It's called 'Reasons Why Taking Jade to the Soccer Clinic is a Terrible Idea.' I'm already at number twelve."

"Only twelve? You're slipping. I remember the Great Ice Cream Debate of 2019 hit twenty-seven reasons why chocolate chip cookie dough is superior to mint chocolate chip."

"That's because you were wrong and I needed to be thorough."

"I stand by my controversial mint opinions," Tia said. Then her voice shifted. "Wait. Are you talking about the Jake Sim clinic? The Jake Sim? Your Jake?"

"He's not my Jake," you said automatically, though the words still stung five years later. You stared down at the list, tapping your pen against reason number four: His last name is literally on her registration form.

"Does he know?" Tia asked quietly. "About Jade?"

"Tia, Of course not," you sighed, glancing toward Jade's bedroom door, still safely closed. "We haven't spoken since he left. You know that."

Yours to Keep || J.W.W

pairing: Wonwoo x reader

wc: 4.5k

genre: fluff, angst, long-distance relationship

(a/n): missing Wonwoo hours is officially on. I just wanted to post something for him before he leaves. Also thankyou cel ( @mylovesstuffs ) and ro ( @shinysobi ) for beta reading ^^

summary: Before leaving for military service, Wonwoo hands you a disposable camera, saying, "Take a picture whenever you think of me." At first, you laugh it off, but as the days pass, you find yourself reaching for the camera more often than you expected

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The Departure

The night before he leaves, the air feels different—heavier, like the weight of unsaid words is pressing down on both of you.

You sat together on the couch, a blanket draped over both your legs, the TV playing a movie neither of you were really watching. Wonwoo’s arm was resting along the back of the couch, close enough that you can feel the warmth of his skin, but he hasn’t touched you in a while. Not because he doesn’t want to, but because he knows the moment he does, it’ll make leaving that much harder.

You stole a glance at him. His face is calm, unreadable, but you know him too well to be fooled. His fingers drummed softly against the fabric of his sweatpants—restless. He’s been like this all evening, like he’s bracing himself for the inevitable.

“…You should go to bed soon,” he finally says, his voice quieter than usual. “You have to wake up early.”

Your throat tightens. So do you, you want to say, but instead, you shake your head. “Not sleepy.”

He exhales a soft laugh, but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “Liar.”

The Art of Letting Go Seventeen ANGST Series # | 3: When Gentle Love Becomes Quiet Pain

Genre: Angst, Hurt, Hidden Relationship, Emotional Break-up

🦌Hong Jisoo | Joshua x Reader

The soft strum of Joshua’s guitar echoed from the voice message he had sent hours ago.

A sweet, calming melody, just like him.

A song you’d never hear live.

You closed your eyes, replaying it one more time, clinging to the sound like it might fill the aching silence in your heart.

But it didn’t. Not anymore.

Your thumb hovered over his contact name, not to call him, but to finally say the words you’d never had the courage to before.

Words that didn’t fit inside gentle I love yous and warm goodnights. Words that would break both of you.

But your heart was already breaking anyway.

The doorbell rang.

When you opened it, Joshua was standing there, cap low, mask tugged down, holding a bouquet of daisies, your favorite. His smile faltered when he saw your face.

“You cried,” he said immediately, stepping inside. “What happened? Are you okay?”

You let him in, watched him place the flowers on the table like they weren’t a parting gift. “I was going to call you.”

He paused. “Is something wrong?”

You looked at him, at the man you loved more than your own peace. The one who sang you to sleep through voice memos and promised he’d make it up to you, every time he missed another date.

“I can’t do this anymore, Josh.”

He froze, mouth slightly open. “Wait. What?”

“I can’t keep pretending I’m okay with being your secret. I can’t keep pretending I don’t care that you’re never here. You miss everything, even without meaning to.”

His eyes dropped. “I know. I’m sorry. I just… I thought we understood what this meant when we started.”

“I did understand. I still do. But understanding doesn’t make it any less painful. Every time you’re out there, I’m in here, waiting. Always waiting.”

“I love you,” he whispered.

“I know,” you replied, stepping closer. “And I love you. But love shouldn’t feel like this. Like I’m always second to a world I’ll never be part of.”

He looked down, blinking rapidly, voice cracking. “So this is it?”

You reached for his hand, holding it tightly, memorizing the feel of him.

“This isn’t because I stopped loving you. It’s because I can’t keep loving myself less just to stay.”

He pulled you into his arms, holding you like it was the last time, because it was.

You didn’t cry. Not this time.

Your tears had dried long ago, in the quiet nights he couldn’t share with you.

When he finally let go, he didn’t say anything. He just watched you walk away.

And when the door closed,

he sat on your couch,

staring at the bouquet still on the table,

realizing flowers meant nothing when they always came too late.

The Art of Letting Go Seventeen ANGST Series # | 2: The Softest Goodbyes Are the Hardest Ones

Genre: Angst, Hurt, Hidden Relationship, Emotional Break-up

😇 Yoon Jeonghan x Reader

You sat by the window, curled in Jeonghan’s favorite hoodie, now stretched and worn from all the nights you clung to it instead of him. The moonlight poured in, bathing the room in silver, but nothing about tonight felt beautiful.

The message you typed and retyped was still sitting in your drafts.

You hated how familiar those words felt now.

The door clicked softly, and you didn’t need to turn around to know it was him. You could always tell by the sound of his steps, light, slow, careful. Just like the way he always handled your heart.

“Still awake?” his voice was soft, hesitant.

“Couldn’t sleep.”

He sat across from you, eyes scanning your face like he already knew. And he did. Jeonghan always knew when something was wrong. He just didn't always ask, because asking meant facing answers neither of you were ready for.

“I missed you,” he said, voice cracking more than he meant it to. “I always miss you.”

You smiled bitterly. “Missing someone and being there for them aren’t the same.”

He opened his mouth, but you cut him off gently.

“I know you try, Hannie. And I’ve never doubted your love. Not once. But I’ve spent so many birthdays watching you sing on screen while I blow out candles alone. I’ve watched fans scream your name, while I can’t even call you mine outside this apartment.”

“I want to be with you,” he said firmly, eyes glistening. “You know I do.”

“But you never really are.”

He stayed quiet. You watched his hands clench into fists in his lap, and for once, he didn’t have a witty comeback or soft excuse. Just silence.

“I don’t want to keep becoming a ghost in your life, Jeonghan. I want love that feels like sunlight, not like shadows.”

He finally spoke, voice trembling. “So what now?”

You stood, walking over to him. “Now… I love you. I always will. But I need to love myself enough to stop hurting.”

He shook his head, standing with you now. “Don’t do this. Please. Don’t let go of us.”

Tears slid down your cheeks, but your smile was gentle, like the first day you met him.

“Sometimes, letting go isn’t about not loving anymore. It’s loving enough to walk away before it destroys us.”

You leaned up and kissed his forehead. His hands didn’t move. They just trembled at his sides.

“I’ll always look for you in every laugh, in every calm night,” you whispered. “But I need to stop looking for myself in someone else’s world.”

You stepped back, and for once, Jeonghan didn’t follow.

He just stood there, frozen, watching the only person who ever saw past the idol, walk away.

And when the door closed behind you, he sat on the floor, pulling your scent from the hoodie left behind, as the softest goodbye,

echoed the loudest in his chest...

The Art of Letting Go Seventeen ANGST Series # | 1: Always Yours, Never With You

Genre: Angst, Hurt, Hidden Relationship, Emotional Break-up

🍒 Choi Seungcheol | Scoups x Reader

The sound of your fingers tapping against the side of your coffee mug was the only noise in your quiet apartment.

No music.

No TV.

No messages.

No Seungcheol.

You checked your phone again, even though you knew. No missed calls. No unread texts.

Just a lock screen photo you hadn’t changed in three years, Seungcheol grinning with one arm wrapped tightly around you, hidden away in the safety of your apartment.

It was your anniversary.

Again.

And he forgot.

Again.

Your eyes stung, but you were too used to the ache to cry now. You set the mug down and stared at the small table you had set earlier that evening.

You still cooked. Still wore the black dress he once said you looked “dangerously beautiful” in. You even lit candles.

But like every other special day, you celebrated it alone.

You told yourself it wasn’t his fault. And maybe it wasn’t. He never intended to hurt you. It was always the schedule. The rehearsals. The tours. The group. The comeback.

You weren’t competing with another person. You were competing with an entire career.

And the most painful out of all?

you were losing...

The soft beep of your door lock jolted you. You quickly wiped under your eyes and stood, heart racing. The door opened slowly, and there he was, Choi Seungcheol, cap low, mask on, eyes tired. But even through exhaustion, he smiled at you the way he always did.

“Happy Anniversary, love,” he said softly.

Your heart cracked. “You remembered.”

He nodded and stepped inside, removing his shoes like he always did. “Barely made it... practice ran over and—”

“You missed it,” you whispered. “Again.”

He looked up, frozen.

“I waited for hours, Cheol. Like I always do. I made dinner, lit candles, dressed up, just like last year. Just like the year before that. And every year... I wait.”

“I’m here now,” he said quickly, walking over to you. “I’m sorry, I swear I didn’t mean to—”

“But you did. You always do,” you said, backing away. “You always mean well. But your love comes in promises, not in presence.”

His expression dropped, hands shaking slightly. “Baby… please don’t say it.”

“I love you, Cheol. God, I love you so much it hurts. But that’s all it does lately. It hurts.”

“No,” he breathed, taking your hands in his. “We can work through this. Just a little longer. I’ll make time. I promise.”

“Don’t,” you said, pulling your hands away. “Don’t make promises you know you can’t keep. I deserve someone who can be there, not just in love, but in life. In real, present moments.”

Silence.

He looked at you like a man losing his world.

“You're still the only home I know,” he whispered.

“And I’ll always be rooting for you,” you replied, voice cracking. “But I can’t keep breaking just to love you.”

You reached for the necklace he gave you, gently unclasped it, and placed it in his palm.

“I was always yours, Cheol... but you were never really with me.”

You turned before he could see you cry, heading to your room, leaving him in the quiet glow of the candles still flickering on the table. The smell of cold dinner filled the room.

He stood there for a long time, necklace clenched in his fist, lips pressed together as tears finally slid down.

Because for the first time,

he couldn’t fix it.

And you weren’t waiting anymore.

MAKE YOU WANNA KISS 𓂃 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈𝖽𝗀𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌

ㅤㅤ― 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝖼𝗎𝗌, 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗌𝗅𝗒.

sungho is just about to leave your place. slinging his bag over his shoulder, he turns to you, soft smile playing on his lips as he leans in to place a sweet goodbye kiss to your lips.

and you dodge.

he stops for a second, blinking at you like he miscalculated his own movement. then, with an amused chuckle, he leans in again.

and you dodge again.

he pulls away, brows raising slightly in disbelief before furrowing. “oh,” he murmurs, stepping closer.

you can’t even react before he places his hands on your hips firmly, pushing you back until you’re pressed against the door, one hand cradling the back of your head so that you don’t hurt yourself.

your breath catches as he leans in, gaze flickering to his lips. his lips are on yours immediately, kissing you slow and deep, fingers tightening at your waist as if to keep you from escaping again, as if he was reminding you what you were about to miss out on if you’d dodged one more time.

he pulls away and smirks at the dazed expression on your face. “cute,” he whispers, winking at you before slipping out the door.

you’re left standing there, completely dumbfounded and breathless.

Mingyu sauntered into the practice room, a teasing smirk playing on his lips. Woozi barely acknowledged him, too focused on the choreography playing out in his head. But then Mingyu spoke, and the words made him freeze.

"Hey, have you seen Y/N’s latest TikTok?" Mingyu asked casually, leaning against the mirrored wall. "It’s going viral right now."

Woozi’s brow twitched. He didn’t have to ask which video. His fingers were already unlocking his phone, and within seconds, the infamous clip appeared on his screen.

There she was—Y/N, standing in her dimly lit room, looking effortlessly stunning. Her lips moved in perfect sync with the lyrics:

I just broke up with my ex Now I’m out here single, I don’t really know what’s next But I ain’t even trippin’...

She smiled at the camera, playful and smug, before dramatically leaning back on her bed, completely unbothered.

Woozi’s lips curled into a knowing smirk.

"She’s out of her mind," he muttered.

Mingyu raised an eyebrow. "So, what are you gonna do about it?"

Woozi didn’t answer. He just grabbed his bag and left.

Twenty minutes later, he was standing in front of her apartment door. He knew the code—of course he did—so he punched it in without hesitation. The lock beeped, the door clicked open, and he stepped inside like he owned the place.

Y/N stood in the hallway, her phone still in hand, her eyes widening in shock.

"Have you ever heard of knocking?" she snapped. "What are you even doing here?"

Woozi didn’t answer.

Instead, he strode toward her with determined steps, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her into him. His lips crashed against hers before she could protest, before she could remind him that they weren’t together anymore.

By the time he pulled away, she was breathless, her fingers gripping his hoodie like she was afraid he’d disappear.

"You drive me insane, you know that?" he murmured, still holding her close. "You knew exactly what you were doing when you posted that video."

She blinked once, then burst into laughter. "Of course, I did. And it worked, didn’t it?"

Woozi sighed, but the corner of his mouth twitched in amusement. She always knew how to get to him. No matter how much he tried to act indifferent, to pretend he wasn’t completely wrapped around her finger, she saw right through him.

"I know we broke up," he admitted, his voice lower now, softer. "But you can’t do this to me. You can’t post things like that and expect me to just sit back."

Y/N tilted her head, a playful glint in her eyes. "Why? Did it make you jealous?"

"No," Woozi said immediately. Then he sighed. "Okay, maybe. But mostly, it just made me realize how stupid this breakup was. We were too impulsive. Too stubborn. And I don’t want to pretend like I don’t care anymore."

Her smile faltered for a second, something flickering behind her gaze.

"Woozi..."

He took a deep breath. "I know I’m not the best at saying these things. But please... be mine again."

She studied him for a moment, her walls visibly crumbling.

Then, finally, she sighed. "I was waiting for you to say that."

And just like that, he kissed her again—this time, knowing she wasn’t going anywhere.

operation: hug me

pairing: woozi x reader

genre: fluff

word count: 2.3k

cw: none? reader staying on that only-sleeping-with-a-stuffed-animal agenda, way too much backstory bc i yap

a/n: hey kings, writing this instead of a request as a late bday gift to my moot @lavoilee!! not sure who ur svt bias is so i chose randomly lolol, hope you enjoy!! getting back to doing requests in shorter amounts of time, i just had a hard time thinking of smth good for this haha

jihoon is a weird guy.

okay, let's rephrase that: he's been acting like a weird guy. you can't tell if he's mad at you or in love with you, and you're determined to find out what's up.

it all started one afternoon at a café with your friend. you were both chatting around, just catching up. as both of you sipped on your coffees, the topic had gone from work, to gossip, to... medical check ups?

GACHA LOVE — hong seunghan

ఌ︎. pairing. nonidol!seunghan x arcade worker! reader ఌ︎. genre. fluff ఌ︎. warnings. none ఌ︎. wc. 700

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You’ve seen it all in the arcade. From children running like crazy, to serious gamers raging at the screen, to groups of friends fighting over high scores. But Seunghan? He’s a different breed of arcade-goer.

Every time he visits, you see him standing in front of the claw machines, The plushies one to be exact.

his brows furrowed in concentration as he inserts coin after coin. You can’t help but notice how his eyes light up every time he nearly gets the plushie — only to watch it slip from the claw’s grip and fall back into it’s place. It’s become a routine for both of you, even though he’s never won anything.

The thing is, you don’t mind. You’ve grown used to seeing his hopeful smile every time he tries. And today? Today, he’s more determined than ever.

“Another round?” you ask from behind the counter, watching him with a raised eyebrow.

He looks back at you, a grin spreading across his face. “Just one more try!” he says, his voice confident, yet playful. “This time, I’ll get it for you.”

You blink, confused. “For me? You know this machine’s rigged, right? You’ll never—”

“I’ll prove you wrong,” he cuts in, smiling cheekily. “I’ve got a good feeling today.”

You laugh softly, shaking your head. “I’m not getting my hopes up. You’ve been at this for weeks.”

He ignores your teasing and approaches the machine with purpose. With a few taps on the screen and another coin inserted, he’s ready. You watch as his hands grip the lever, a bead of sweat forming on his forehead as the claw moves towards the plushie.

The seconds feel like hours. The machine jerks and clicks as the claw grabs the stuffed toy — then, in an instant, it slips free. It’s over before it even started.

“See? Told you” you tease, leaning on the counter with a smirk. “No one’s ever won that plushie. Not even the best player here.”

Seunghan sighs dramatically, walking back toward the counter. “Yeah, yeah. But at least I tried.”

You shake your head with a grin. “You’re stubborn, aren’t you?”

“Well,” he shrugs, his eyes locking with yours, “sometimes, it’s worth fighting for.”

You blink, feeling your heart skip a beat. Was that… a confession? Or just his usual charm?

⸻

The next few days are like any other in the arcade. Seunghan’s still at the claw machine, and you’re still watching him try, time after time, to win that damn plushie. It’s become a bit of a routine for you, and honestly, it’s hard to admit, but you’ve started looking forward to his visits.

Then, one evening, after what feels like another hundred failed attempts, he goes up to the counter, holding the plushie in his hands.

“I did it,” he says with a proud smile. “Finally got it.”

You blink in disbelief. “You actually did it? How?”

He leans over the counter, dropping the plushie into your arms. “Turns out, the trick isn’t to focus on the claw. It’s about waiting for the right moment.”

You laugh softly, shaking your head. “So, you’ve been timing it this whole time?”

He shrugs, but there’s a twinkle in his eyes. “Sometimes, it’s all about patience. And, well… maybe a little luck. But mostly patience.”

You glance at the plushie in your hands. “It’s cute” you say softly, not sure what to say next.

He smiles, his gaze softening. “I’m glad you think so. It’s for you, after all.”

You feel your face heat up slightly, unsure of how to respond. Seunghan, the guy that was always so easy-going, was suddenly making you feel…flustered. Was it the plushie, or was it his words?

He notices the change in your expression, his voice suddenly quieter. “I know it’s just a stuffed toy…but I hope it means something more to you.”

You look up at him, your heart racing as you take in his sincerity. “It does” you whisper, smiling softly.

Seunghan gives you a shy smile in return, his eyes lighting up in that way they always do when he’s happy.

With that, the moment lingers, both of you sharing a quiet, understanding smile. It was never just about the plushie. It was about him, and now, about both of you.

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[ 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆. ] — my first smau for enha on this acc, i’m so nervyy >.< this was a request and i rlly thought it was gonna be a short one but no i got way too invested in this fake story i created, i loved this tew much. lmk if you liked this at all, feedback is much appreciated <3

Summary : Your calls trigger them to do the unthinkable.

Warnings : 5 bitchy men. 5 bitchy endings.

Xavier

Zayne

Rafayel

Sylus

Caleb