SIGHT & SIN ⌇ LHS

“you come here often?” 

a voice interrupts through your afternoon self-desolation session with drinks, few words that drive your gaze to your right. you scan the man in question up and down— brows furrowed, half confusion, half amusement. “this is my apartment,”

and he chuckles, giving his wine a little twirl, shifting the weight on his other leg as he leans against his balcony, and you swear he’s trying to show off in that robe of his. “right, hello neighbour,”

satin suits him. 

Do You Ever Shut Up? [s.jy]

pairing - yapper jake x listener reader

wc. 18.1k

genre. fluff, high school sweetheart, introvert x extrovert — pt2

You had just transferred to this school at the start of the semester. New hallways, new faces, and the same routine—keep your head down, focus on your grades, and don’t bother trying to make friends. You weren’t rude or anything, just… disinterested. People were loud, messy, distracting. You had better things to do. Like acing every test handed to you and making teachers double-check your answers because they couldn’t believe how fast you worked through problems most kids couldn’t even start.

Do You Ever Shut Up? [s.jy]

pairing - yapper jake x listener reader

wc. 18.1k

genre. fluff, high school sweetheart, introvert x extrovert

You had just transferred to this school at the start of the semester. New hallways, new faces, and the same routine—keep your head down, focus on your grades, and don’t bother trying to make friends. You weren’t rude or anything, just… disinterested. People were loud, messy, distracting. You had better things to do. Like acing every test handed to you and making teachers double-check your answers because they couldn’t believe how fast you worked through problems most kids couldn’t even start.

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“did i wake you up?” your brows furrow at the words over the phone, sleep making it difficult for you to recognise the voice on the other side.

a soft groan escapes your lips as you reach out to turn on the bedside lamp, mumbling drowsily. “who is this?”

“sunshine,” your eyes widen at that word— you recognise that name. “it’s me,”

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thinking about …

bf! riki who silently looks at you as you work — no matter what you’re doing. he does it unconsciously, not wanting to show you how vulnerable and soft you really make him. he knows how much you’d tease him for it if you knew, but he can’t help it when it’s you.

bf! riki who unknowingly ends up moving you to the inner part of the sidewalk, feeling the subconscious need to protect you no matter what. the first time he did it — back when you were friends with feelings for each other — you looked up at him, confused, the height difference adding to how cute he that thought you looked looking up at him like that. he gave you a small, shy smile, and you continued to walk without a word. now you know why; he wouldn’t be able to handle it if something happened to you, not when he was there.

bf! riki who can’t help but grin as you lightly smack his chest every time he makes a pass on you in public. he knows how annoyed it makes you, and he loves it; your pout is his favourite thing to see.

bf! riki who, however teasing or playful he might be, knows when he’s crossed the line. the second your eyes flash with hurt, and your lips form a straight line, a stark contrast to your normal, bubbly smile, he knows he’s taken it way to far. his eyes widen, and his expression softens, his legs moving a step forward. he cups your cheeks with his warm hands, saying a gentle “sorry, baby”, his voice soft and filled with guilt.

bf! riki who, although loving and sweet, has his own limits. there are days where he’s just tired and snappy, and he doesn’t know how to handle it. then, within seconds, he snaps at you, making your heart sink and familiar tears brew in your eyes. the second he realises he made you cry, he would stop talking, eyes immediately flashing from frustrated to guilty and remorseful. he whispered a sorry before moving closer, and wrapping his arms around you, letting you cry into his chest, each sob leaving your lips making his heart ache even more.

bf! riki who isn’t perfect, but knows just how much he loves and cherishes you, and would never trade that for anything else in the universe…

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little rebel

Ni-ki was all sharp edges and cold glares, the kind of guy who made people step aside without a word. On the other hand, you were soft-spoken, the quiet storm beside him, wrapped in oversized band tees, ripped jeans, and smudged eyeliner. A matching aesthetic but opposite auras. He was the fire; you were the slow-burning ember.

And then there was him.

A tiny, fragile thing wrapped in a black onesie with skull prints nestled against your chest, his tiny fingers curled into your shirt. Your baby boy. Ni-ki’s son. A piece of both of you, somehow softer than either of you ever thought you could be.

Ni-ki leaned against the bedroom doorframe, arms crossed, watching you hum absentmindedly as you swayed with your son. His face was unreadable, but you could tell—he was fighting something.

“Why do you always look at me like that?” you murmured, adjusting your hold on the baby.

Ni-ki scoffed, running a hand through his messy, oreo dyed hair. “Like what?”

“Like you’re afraid.”

Silence. Heavy, uncomfortable, stretching between you both like the night sky.

Then—

“I don’t wanna mess him up,” he muttered, barely loud enough to be heard. His jaw clenched. “I don’t wanna mess you up.”

Your heart ached. You stepped forward, gently bouncing your son in your arms. “Ni-ki…”

“I’m not like you,” he continued, voice lower now. “You’ve always been quiet, careful, good. I’m—” He let out a bitter laugh. “I barely know how to be a person, let alone a dad.”

You reached out with your free hand, grabbing his wrist before he could run like he always did. His skin was warm, his pulse quick beneath your fingers. He never got used to how easily you could break through him.

“You’re here,” you whispered, tugging him closer. “That’s enough.”

He exhaled sharply, gaze flickering to your son. His son. Sleeping soundly despite his father’s demons. Ni-ki swallowed hard, hesitating before brushing a finger over the baby’s cheek.

“Yeah?” His voice cracked just slightly.

You nodded, pressing your forehead against his. “Yeah.”

Ni-ki closed his eyes, breathing you in.

Ni-ki never thought he’d be the type to get soft. But here he was, standing in a dimly lit bedroom with you and his son—the two things he swore he’d never deserve.

The baby stirred in your arms, a tiny yawn escaping his lips before he settled again. Ni-ki’s gaze softened, his calloused fingers barely ghosting over the kid’s cheek.

“He looks like you,” he mumbled.

You huffed a quiet laugh. “You always say that.”

“Because it’s true.” His fingers trailed to the baby’s tiny hand, watching it instinctively grasp his pinky. His heart clenched. “But he’s got my attitude, I bet.”

You smiled, leaning into him. “God help us.”

Ni-ki chuckled, his lips brushing against your temple before he sighed, shifting uncomfortably. “I keep thinking I’ll wake up one day, and this—” he gestured vaguely to the quiet life you had built, the warmth of it, the normalcy—“will be gone.”

You frowned, reaching up to cup his face. “Ni-ki.”

He swallowed, dark eyes flickering with something raw. “I don’t know how to be what he needs. What you need.”

Your brows knitted together. “You’re already what we need.”

He shook his head, pulling away slightly. “I grew up thinking love was temporary. That people leave. That no one stays long enough to fix things.” He exhaled, staring at the baby, who still had his pinky in a tight grip. “But you’re still here. He’s here. And I don’t know what to do with that.”

You took his hand, guiding him to sit beside you on the bed. The mattress dipped under his weight, and for a second, he looked smaller. Like the boy he used to be before the world made him sharp.

“Then we’ll figure it out,” you whispered. “Together.”

His throat bobbed. Slowly, he nodded.

The baby squirmed, his tiny face scrunching up before he whined softly. Without thinking, Ni-ki scooped him up, resting him against his chest.

You stared, surprised. “Look at you.”

“Shut up,” he muttered, but there was no bite.

The baby nuzzled into his hoodie, sighing in content.

Ni-ki froze as if the weight of his son had suddenly settled into his soul.

You watched as something shifted in his expression—fear melting into something deeper, something softer. He pressed a hesitant kiss to the baby’s forehead, eyes fluttering shut.

Ni-ki had never felt anything like this—this fragile weight against his chest, small and warm, like something sacred. His son. His actual son.

The baby scrunched his tiny nose, letting out a shaken coo, the sound almost questioning, as if he was asking to be held correctly by his dad. His tiny arms flailed, one hand smacking against Ni-ki’s chest, the other grazing his arm with a surprising amount of strength for someone so tiny.

Ni-ki blinked.  

It was weird. The way his son moved reminded him of Bisco, his dog, whenever he held him like a baby. But this wasn’t just some pet he could cradle for fun. This was a real baby. His baby.  

His throat went dry.  

“Uh… what do I do?” he muttered, looking at you in panic.  

You chuckled, reaching out to adjust how he held your son. “You support his head more like this.” Your hands guided his, settling the baby into a secure position against Ni-ki’s chest.  

The baby whined at first, legs kicking, face scrunched up like he was about to scream—but then, as if realizing this was precisely where he wanted to be, he nuzzled into Ni-ki’s hoodie. A deep sigh left his tiny lips, warm breath against his father’s collarbone.  

Ni-ki’s entire body stiffened.  

The baby was so close. So tiny.  

And he trusted him completely.  

“… Oh,” Ni-ki breathed, staring at the little bundle in his arms. “He—he’s just… chilling here.”  

You grinned. “Yeah. He likes you.”  

The words hit deeper than they should have. Ni-ki’s chest tightened. “You think so?”  

“I know so.” You rested a hand on his arm. “Babies can tell when they’re safe.”  

Safe.  

Ni-ki had never thought of himself as safe before, not with how he carried himself—grunge hoodies, ripped jeans, sharp glares that kept people away. But looking down at his son, tiny fingers clutching onto the fabric of his hoodie, he realized that this little thing didn’t care about any of that.  

He was just his.  

Ni-ki swallowed hard, hesitantly lifting a hand to brush his thumb over his son’s round cheek. His skin was soft. Warmer than he expected. A tiny, perfect human.  

His son cooed again, snuggling even deeper against him.  

Ni-ki let out a slow breath, sinking into the moment.  

He was holding his baby.  

And for once in his life, he didn’t want to run.

PART 2

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✧warnings: mentions of abuse, blood, daddy issues ofc but nothing sexual. Mentions of jealousy-ish

♡synopsis: Riki is your sweet boyfriend, the 2 of you have been dating for 3 years now, you've all had your days, but it seems to him you have the shittiest day everyday. Despite having moved in with him, the way you always go back to your parents home, running about doing errands for a man who always hurts you. The first man in every girl's life that should be a challenge to top off by a boyfriend or husband, was Riki's sworn enemy now.

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"Sweetheart where are you off to?" Riki asked, knowing the answer full well. "I got a certificate for my final piece in art Riki... I'm just gonna show my dad-" she said with a smile as Riki sighed he hated it. How you still believe abuse is just a part of life. How you blame it all on the alcohol instead of the man himself.

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PAIRING: sunghoon x pregnant!reader (f)

SUMMARY: when the two pink lines appeared on the pregnancy test, the life you had so meticulously built crumbled. but sunghoon gathered the pieces back together, shaping a new life with your two babies.

WARNINGS: pregnancy, suggestive and mentions of sex (no smut), angst (if you squint?), fluff, crack by the end, sunghoon is so caring, their love makes me puke, description of labour and a c-section (i gathered my knowledge from grace anatomy), reader worries a lot, sunghoon works hard, twins (yohan and haneul), bed rest, a little complication with one of the babies, happy ending, pet names (babe, baby), lmk if more. NOT PROOFREAD.

PUBLISHED: 3rd March 2025

WC: 6.5k

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𐙚˙⋆.˚ STOOD UP ── Y.JW

Summary ─ After what seems like hours of waiting at a restaurant for your date, who never showed, you prepare to give up. That is, until your night takes an unexpected turn when your waiter steps in to save the day.

Genres ─ fluff

Warnings ─ Non-Idol au.

Note: This is probably going to be boring, it's my first time doing this omg. Please don't be scared to give me feedback!

waiter!yjw x fem!reader

This was not how your night was supposed to go. You and your date were on good terms; everything was fine. He was the one who asked you out so why wasn't he here right now? You even went out your way and did a little extra shopping just for tonight.

All that for entirely nothing.

You looked around the restaurant in disappointment. It was a really beautiful place and it attracted quite the crowd. It smelled good as well; it would've been better if your date actually showed up.

"Hello, I'm Jungwon, and I'll be your waiter for this evening" you looked up, an uneasy feeling rising in the pit of your stomach. Do you order without him?

"oh, hello." Jungwon seemed pretty young─he looked about your age. He had a really bright smile on his face, showcasing his dimples on each cheek. His hair was well groomed and falling into his eyes a little. You wondered if he ever considered modeling.

"Are you ready to order?" oh! you started nervously gnawing at your lip, eyes fixed on the entrance of the restaurant. You didn't want to order without your date, but who knew if he was even coming? You were already here; might as well eat while you're at it, right?

"S-sure.." your hesitated, eyes still fixed on the entrance. Jungwon noticed, a look on his face you couldn't describe. "Were you expecting someone?" he asked shyly, clearly unsure if he was prying. This was so embarrassing, you thought to yourself, a feeling of discomfort easing its way onto you. "No", you started, "I wasn't expecting anyone, I'm ready to order"

Jungwon, obviously not believing you, nodded and begins taking your order.

"I'll be right out with your order" Jungwon gave you a large, friendly smile before he turns and walks away. You mutter a small "thank you" just as he walked off, then sigh. You just wanted the night to be over with. You couldn't even tell if you should be angry or sad, debating on wether you should give your date an earful or just forget him.

In the midst of your thoughts, you didn't expect your phone to ding.

You flipped it over to read the notification.

Speak of the devil.

Seojun

hey sorry for the short notice but I'm calling off the date

You scoffed and placed your phone back on the table. "Short notice" was an understatement─It had been almost 45 minutes since the arranged time. You couldn't believe he even decided to text you knowing you were already here.

Asshole

Jungwon came out with your plate moments later. The smell of the food did lighten your mood a bit. At least you could enjoy a meal while you're here.

What surprised you, though, was that Jungwon didn't leave. To your shock, he actually sat down and made himself comfortable across from you, a warm smile never leaving his face. "I figured you'd want some company," he said after a few seconds of awkward silence and staring.

Your mouth dropped slowly agape as you tried to find the right words to say. All you could muster was a short "oh." Did you look THAT lonely that a waiter felt bad for you? "I just... you know" Jungwon started, a short chuckle escaping him before he continued, "My shift ended, and you're really pretty, with no one here to tell you so, so I thought I'd do it."

You stared at him, shocked and ... amused? His face was so red, you swear he was going to turn into a tomato. You ended up smiling at him, a feeling of a newfound happiness growing inside you. "That's really sweet of you, Jungwon" you can see him let out a breath, as if he'd was holding it in this whole time.

"I was supposed to be on a date tonight, but he decided he didn't want to come, so... here I am" you told him, starting to eat your food little by little. His lips slouched a little, upset that someone had stood up someone as pretty as you.

"You are on a date tonight."

You looked up at Jungwon, his face no longer red, his eyes confirming that he has found a burst of confidence somewhere. You started to ask him what he meant before he continued, already understanding your confusion. "You're on a date with me."

Almost immediately, though, his confidence is gone and out the nearest window. He started playing with his fingers out of nervousness and embarrassment before adding, "If that's okay with you."

You couldn't help but let out a loud, genuine laugh.

"It's okay with me Jungwon" you smiled at him, pushing your plate to the middle so the two of you could share.

Your night, which had started lonely, ended up being very fulfilling thanks to your waiter, who, now you realized, was actually kind of cute.

You and Jungwon ended up staying at the restaurant to talk a bit more, even after finishing your plate of food. He even ended up paying, saying something among the lines of, "pretty girls shouldn't pay for anything."

Even after you left the restaurant, he ended up walking you home, and the conversation far from dying the whole way there.

In fact, the conversation was so good, you didn't even realize you were now standing in front of your apartment. Your joy died just a little when you realize this was it, and that you'd probably never see Jungwon again.

You thanked him for turning what seemed like a horrible date into a good one. "Let's do this again; I know way better restaurants across town." Jungwon ended up blabbering, just to immediately stammer over his words and go, "only if you want to, I really enjoyed talking to you."

You couldn't help the small laugh that escaped you before agreeing.

"I think that would be amazing, Jungwon" A smile tugging at your lips.

It was funny almost, how things worked out. Maybe Seojun wasn't worth the time, but Jungwon, with his warm-heartedness and company, definitely was.

You looked at him, feeling a little more hopeful than you did when you first walked into that restaurant.

FATAL OBSESSION — l.hs

GENRE — pwp, kidnapping au, psychopath au, best friend's boyfriend trope

WARNINGS — DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, noncon, noncon-ish dumbcon, psychopath!hee, kidnapping, character death, oral (both m! and f! rec), throat fucking, throat bulge, bondage, exhibitionism, voyeurism, gun play, gun in v (DON'T!!!), sucking the barrel of a gun (seriously, don't), squirting, unprotected sex (don't), doggy, cumming inside, groping, tit squeezing, nipple pinching, clit pinching, bondage, let me know if i missed any!

WORDCOUNT — 11.8k

NOTE — READER'S DISCRETION ADVISED!!! went a little too insane while writing this. thank you to my bestie sena who always encourages me to write my deranged wip ideas that I get during the most random times—this one in particular came to my mind while I was... studying. no I'm not lying. this was, as always, not proofread. so if you see any mistakes? just pretend you didn't, okay?

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