ROCKSTAR ★ PJS

❪ 𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐑 ❫ ｡ 𝗋𝗈𝖼𝗄𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋 𝖻𝖿!𝗃𝖺𝗒 𝗑 𝖿!𝗋 122O 𖥔 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿 ── 𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉 𓈒 𓈒 愛

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ROCKSTAR ★ PJS

❪ 𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐑 ❫ ｡ 𝗋𝗈𝖼𝗄𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋 𝖻𝖿!𝗃𝖺𝗒 𝗑 𝖿!𝗋 122O 𖥔 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿 ── 𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉 𓈒 𓈒 愛

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MELTING, YOU'RE A DAYDREAM 𓈒 𓈒 enhypen

𝗟𝗔𝗖𝒪𝗡𝗜𝗖────𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎

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LEE HEESEUNG likes to be woken up by you. your soft lips kissing the adored features on his face until you get the slightest shift in expression from him, yet knowing that he’s asleep. it takes a few more kisses here and there— along his jaws, down his neck and softly against his temple for him to finally flutter his eyes open. and as soon as heeseung catches a glimpse of you, the first thing in the morning, he secretly thanks his fortune that he’s so lucky. with one swift motion he pulls you against his chest, peppering kisses all over your face in return as he yawns sleepily. “good morning, doll,” he whispers, all the while knowing that you two would end some more time in the bed, in each other’s warm embrace.

JOYRIDE, biker!enha

𝖦𝖭𝒪𝖬𝖨𝖢──── night rides with your boyfriend

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“you sure you don’t want a ride?” heeseung’s teasing voice cuts through the night, cocking an eyebrow at you from where he’s on the bike. he revs the engine once more, just to make a point.

you balance your choices. stay out here for your pride or get driven around by guy in front of you— hair all tousled from the soft breeze, helmet propped under his arm.

you sigh, defeated, letting your feet carry you off the curb and closer to him. “if i die tonight” you can smell the dizzying scent of his cologne, “it will all be your fault.”

heeseung chuckles warm, he hums, feeling your grip from behind him tighten, “whatever you say, princess.”

𝗔𝗜𝗡’𝗧 𝗡𝗢 𝗗𝗢𝗨𝗕𝗧 ! ( psh )

𝗔𝗜𝗡’𝗧 𝗡𝗢 𝗗𝗢𝗨𝗕𝗧 ! ( psh )

𝗔𝗜𝗡’𝗧 𝗡𝗢 𝗗𝗢𝗨𝗕𝗧 ! ( psh )

𝗔𝗜𝗡’𝗧 𝗡𝗢 𝗗𝗢𝗨𝗕𝗧 ! ( psh )

KISS MY LIPS, ⟡​ tasting your lip gloss.

𝓟 ◞ ◟ 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝗆𝗒 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌, 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗅.

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HEESEUNG “hee,” you call out his name, gently, as you sit on the couch’s empty place next to him. his gaze snaps from his phone to your face in an instant, the tiny smile he wears tells you he is all ears. “which lip gloss should i buy? cherry or peaches flavored?”

there is a silence that settles comfortably between the two of us as he thinks. under your waiting look, he finds himself staring at your lips. then, he remembers that between the two options, there is one that made him feel something new.

he feels like he needs to taste it again. he doesn’t know which one it is, but when you kissed him a few hours ago, your boyfriend knew it was his favorite. he doesn’t stop himself from pecking your glossy lips before answering.

“i think,” he starts, slightly licking his lips to taste the cherry, “you should buy the one you are wearing right now.”

𝗔𝗜𝗡’𝗧 𝗡𝗢 𝗗𝗢𝗨𝗕𝗧 ! ( psh )

ROCKSTAR, park sunghoon

──── your boyfriend is a guitarist

guitarist!hoon who eagerly agrees to teach you how to play the moment you suggest it to him.

guitarist!hoon who guides your hand, sitting behind you while his fingers ghost over yours in case you strum the wrong chords.

guitarist!hoon who doesn’t let anyone else touch his guitar except for you.

guitarist!hoon who gets nervous before band competitions searching for you before he has to go up.

guitarist!hoon who smiles wide when his eyes find yours in the crowd, eyes crinkling.

guitarist!hoon who lets you sit on his lap, peppering kisses all over his face after a long practice day.

guitarist!hoon who looks at you with those soft eyes, filled with warmth, even though you’re doing something as simple as applying makeup.

guitarist!hoon who lets you get away with anything because he loves to spoil you.

guitarist!hoon who craves your touch after a tour, going to your apartment instead of his own just to see you.

guitarist!hoon who accidentally skips practice because he’s ‘not done kissing you yet’.

guitarist!hoon who looks at you like you hold the world, his world. and maybe you do.

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YOU GET ME SO HIGH 𖥔 LHS

𝗔𝗟𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗡𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗩𝗘𝗟𝗬──── 𝗂 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗂𝗇’𝗍 𝖺 𝖽𝗋𝗎𝗀, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝗌𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗁

𝗋𝖾𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗌 ꣑꣒ 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝖽𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄𝗌 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾

“my brother is right across the room,” you sigh, hoping your glare towards heeseung will be effective and he will shut up.

instead, he draws even closer to you, his voice is a hushed whisper, thick with amusement, curling around you like smoke. the heat of his breath lingers against your skin, a phantom touch that sends a shiver racing down your spine.

you look up to see heeseung smiling at you, not one of those genuine smiles which he would offer at times of comfort and entertainment— but today it felt more enticing and teasing.

you are not sure what lee heeseung is plotting in his mind when you register his feather-like touch, advancing from your waist. but as soon as you hope it’s nothing too scandalous, he pulls you in by a minimal but effective force, causing you to crash against his chest.

“heeseung!” you grit your teeth, hands forming into fists against his chest and shoulders, his satin short at your touch, “my brother—”

his hand tightens just slightly at your waist, the warmth of his palm bleeding through the thin fabric of your dress. his grip isn't forceful, but it's firm enough to remind you that he’s in control of this moment, of your breath catching in your throat, of the way your pulse stutters beneath his fingertips.

“your brother,” heeseung murmurs, voice laced with mock innocence, “isn’t looking.

to assure yourself, you slowly glance around the room. jay is indeed busy with his friends, completely unaware of the fact that his best friend and younger sister are sharing a rather dislikeable proximity— something which jay definitely wouldn’t like.

“but this isn’t alright,” you hiss, although your voice lack the sharpness you intend, “you shouldn’t be so—”

heeseung leans dangerously close, cutting you short of your sentence as he presses his lips on yours. “be so what?” he smirks, slowly closing the necessary minimal distance between the two of you, “bold? smug? disturbing?”

“all of it,” your cheeks burn, the heat creeping down your neck as you attempt to push him away—only for heeseung to tighten his grip just enough to keep you where he wants.

“all of it?” heeseung tilts his head. a hushed giggle escapes from him as his hands move to your forearms, holding you as if you’re porcelain, “but you like it, don’t you?”

your mind races. you shouldn’t really be doing this, kissing your brother’s best friend, enjoying his masculine, warm embrace.

YOU GET ME SO HIGH 𖥔 LHS

𝗔𝗟𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗡𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗩𝗘𝗟𝗬──── 𝗂 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗂𝗇’𝗍 𝖺 𝖽𝗋𝗎𝗀, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝗌𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗁

𝗋𝖾𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗌 ꣑꣒ 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝖽𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄𝗌 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾

“my brother is right across the room,” you sigh, hoping your glare towards heeseung will be effective and he will shut up.

instead, he draws even closer to you, his voice is a hushed whisper, thick with amusement, curling around you like smoke. the heat of his breath lingers against your skin, a phantom touch that sends a shiver racing down your spine.

you look up to see heeseung smiling at you, not one of those genuine smiles which he would offer at times of comfort and entertainment— but today it felt more enticing and teasing.

you are not sure what lee heeseung is plotting in his mind when you register his feather-like touch, advancing from your waist. but as soon as you hope it’s nothing too scandalous, he pulls you in by a minimal but effective force, causing you to crash against his chest.

“heeseung!” you grit your teeth, hands forming into fists against his chest and shoulders, his satin short at your touch, “my brother—”

his hand tightens just slightly at your waist, the warmth of his palm bleeding through the thin fabric of your dress. his grip isn't forceful, but it's firm enough to remind you that he’s in control of this moment, of your breath catching in your throat, of the way your pulse stutters beneath his fingertips.

“your brother,” heeseung murmurs, voice laced with mock innocence, “isn’t looking.

to assure yourself, you slowly glance around the room. jay is indeed busy with his friends, completely unaware of the fact that his best friend and younger sister are sharing a rather dislikeable proximity— something which jay definitely wouldn’t like.

“but this isn’t alright,” you hiss, although your voice lack the sharpness you intend, “you shouldn’t be so—”

heeseung leans dangerously close, cutting you short of your sentence as he presses his lips on yours. “be so what?” he smirks, slowly closing the necessary minimal distance between the two of you, “bold? smug? disturbing?”

“all of it,” your cheeks burn, the heat creeping down your neck as you attempt to push him away—only for heeseung to tighten his grip just enough to keep you where he wants.

“all of it?” heeseung tilts his head. a hushed giggle escapes from him as his hands move to your forearms, holding you as if you’re porcelain, “but you like it, don’t you?”

your mind races. you shouldn’t really be doing this, kissing your brother’s best friend, enjoying his masculine, warm embrace.

DOLLHOUSE 𓂃 彼★ them wearing glasses 𓈒

𝗔𝗖𝗖𝗜𝗢́𝗡 ᪲ 𝖽𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖾, 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉, 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗍, 𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉.

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usually, you are not a jealous woman. of course it’s not a secret to you how attractive your boyfriend can be. and honestly, you are aware that he might get hit on, whether you are together or not, a lot.

frankly, you can’t really blame them. coming across your boyfriend in the street is a chance in a million and you, too, would try to get his number. that, if you weren’t already dating him.

however it’s kind of mind-boggling that he gets flirted with in sephora, out of all places, by a shop assistant. perhaps, it’s the glasses sitting on his nose that makes him more attractive— and you can only blame yourself for being the one who told him to wear them today.

you watch him avoid any physical contact with the girl until he points at you from afar, signaling that he isn’t alone. he comes back to you rather quickly, and you are to admit that his classes makes you weak in the knees.

“i’m going to tie you down to my bed next time,” you slightly pout when he kisses your cheek.

he is silent for a moment, but a grin drawing itself on his lips rather, “don’t threaten me with good time, doll face.”

GAMEBOY, ot7

──── enhypen as your gamer boyfriend

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you frown, arms crossed, watching as your boyfriend remains glued to his chair, fingers flying across the keyboard while he shouts nonsense into his mic. with a small frown, you push yourself up from the bed and stride over to him. if he won’t give you attention willingly, you’ll just take it.

and without hesitation, you settle yourself onto his lap, the warmth of his body instantly seeping into yours. the moment you do, his hands instinctively find your waist, fingers tightening around you like it’s second nature. he doesn’t even pause the game, just adjusts his hold like he’s meant to have you there.