#enhypen fanfiction
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38 dumbification era
38 dumbification era
♡Summary: When Enhypen are forced back to attend class, Jungwon is determined to fight or flight; by tying to get out of school or trying to make the best of ordinary school life. What would happen when he comes across the rumoured bully who happens to be his aunt’s neighbour who is really good at making cookies?!
♡ an: heeseung’s off my face cover yall im out
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37 um thank you?
37 um thank you?
♡Summary: When Enhypen are forced back to attend class, Jungwon is determined to fight or flight; by tying to get out of school or trying to make the best of ordinary school life. What would happen when he comes across the rumoured bully who happens to be his aunt’s neighbour who is really good at making cookies?!
♡ an: jungwon going lighting mcqueen with the fl*rting (SUNGHOON FIGHT BACK )
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36.5 sunghoon?
36.5 sunghoon?
♡Summary: When Enhypen are forced back to attend class, Jungwon is determined to fight or flight; by tying to get out of school or trying to make the best of ordinary school life. What would happen when he comes across the rumoured bully who happens to be his aunt’s neighbour who is really good at making cookies?!
an: chenle / beomgyu + sunghoon=chaotic.
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36 wack
36 wack
♡Summary:When Enhypen are forced back to attend class, Jungwon is determined to fight or flight; by tying to get out of school or trying to make the best of ordinary school life. What would happen when he comes across the rumoured bully who happens to be his aunt’s neighbour who is really good at making cookies?!
an:double win for jungwon me thinks
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35 maeumi
35 maeumi
♡Summary: When Enhypen are forced back to attend class, Jungwon is determined to fight or flight; by tying to get out of school or trying to make the best of ordinary school life. What would happen when he comes across the rumoured bully who happens to be his aunt’s neighbour who is really good at making cookies?!
an:chenle bro…
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34 oh they are?
34 oh they are?
♡Summary: When Enhypen are forced back to attend class, Jungwon is determined to fight or flight; by tying to get out of school or trying to make the best of ordinary school life. What would happen when he comes across the rumoured bully who happens to be his aunt’s neighbour who is really good at making cookies?!
an: yn said let me do the job
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33 nice save yn
33 nice save yn
♡Summary: When Enhypen are forced back to attend class, Jungwon is determined to fight or flight; by tying to get out of school or trying to make the best of ordinary school life. What would happen when he comes across the rumoured bully who happens to be his aunt’s neighbour who is really good at making cookies?!
an:ynwondumbsoulmate arc
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42 furry dinosaur code
42 furry dinosaur code
♡Summary:When Enhypen are forced back to attend class, Jungwon is determined to fight or flight; by tying to get out of school or trying to make the best of ordinary school life. What would happen when he comes across the rumoured bully who happens to be his aunt’s neighbour who is really good at making cookies?!
an:
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41 one tweet!
41 one tweet!
♡Summary:When Enhypen are forced back to attend class, Jungwon is determined to fight or flight; by tying to get out of school or trying to make the best of ordinary school life. What would happen when he comes across the rumoured bully who happens to be his aunt’s neighbour who is really good at making cookies?!
an: dream team + enha = honey, you got a big storm comin
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40 enabler
40 enabler
♡Summary: When Enhypen are forced back to attend class, Jungwon is determined to fight or flight; by tying to get out of school or trying to make the best of ordinary school life. What would happen when he comes across the rumoured bully who happens to be his aunt’s neighbour who is really good at making cookies?!
an:again! not a double post because i need to catch up with more chapter in my draft :)
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39 mf hamster (written part! 2.8k words)
39 mf hamster (written part! 2.8k words)
an: not proofread ahhsdgshfb i also got carried away oops
written part below! (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧
Jungwon doesn’t hesitate walking into the familiar flower cafe shop this time with a skip in his step and a quiet melodic hum leaving his throat. He supposed he might as well visit your dad considering he was very biased last time and buy flowers for his aunt for helping him with his friendship with you. With a new start in his mind, he wanders further and finds your dad by the register arranging flower bouquets which Jungwon notes were wonderful.
“Good afternoon, Mr. Y/L/N” Jungwon greets as he approaches your dad closer. He notices your dad’s expression lighten from the tensed focused face earlier. Your dad looks up and notices Jungwon with a nod before quickly finishing tying the bouquet together neatly.
“Hey, Jungwon! How’s it been kid?” Your dad says, gently placing the flower next to the neat pile of other bouquets Jungwon presumed he had made before his arrival. He then comes round in front of the register and gives Jungwon a suffocating hug for a few seconds which Jungwon now find comfort in.
“I’m doing good thank you. I’m just passing by to buy a bouquet or something for my aunt before I go down to her apartment” Jungwon replies
“How about I make one for your aunt yeah?” Your dad suggests and Jungwon nods at the idea. “Oh, but I have to deliver these orders very quick first”
“Orders?” Jungwon unconsciously repeats
“Oh yeah, there are few old customers around here but they can’t travel all the time so I make deliver whenever I can” your dad replies, going back behind the register to pick up a list before what seemed like double-checking the name, address and orders.
“What if the shop gets busy? or what if you can’t?” Jungwon asks curiously
“The shop never gets busy” Your dad smiles and Jungwon can’t help but feel bad for asking knowing how people perceive your and your dad’s appearance before getting to know both of you. “If I get too busy here making orders and can’t deliver, I usually get Y/N to look after the shop or deliver. She makes a good assistant”
With that new information, (or maybe with the mention of your name) Jungwon’s ear perks up and his attention are now 101% on the conversation. “I don’t usually ask her to though, I know how busy you kids are with exams and studying.”
Jungwon finds the similarities between you and your dad endearing. Not only you two are quite intimidating with your fierce resting bitch face, you two were thoughtful of others around you. No wonder you grew up to be kind and considerate despite the rumours around you in Hybe U. “Speaking on Y/N! She called me a few minutes ago sayings she’s on her way-!”
“Dad! Do you want me to deliver or stay in the shop today-”
“My little goldfish you’re here!” You weren’t even able to finish your sentence when your dad also engulfs you in another suffocating hug.
“Dad what did I tell you about your suffocating hugs” you huff, unaware of the boy watching your interaction with your dad. It was a cute moment that Jungwon thinks he could engrave in his mind because you were definitely extra adorable at that moment.
“Do you mind staying in the store today? I’ll do the delivery round and how about you occupy Jungwon before I get back okay?” Your dad finally points at him sitting by one of the tables. Your head whips in his direction and Jungwon finds a moment of Deja Vu- just like the moment when you found out, he sat next to you in class. He sees you stifle a little before giving an awkward wave with a tint of blush rushing your neck and ears. He supposed interaction with your own parent was a little embarrassing to witness and he can attest to that.
“Hi,” You mumble. How are you supposed to act around someone whom you’ve recently discovered you have a huge crush on?
“Hello,” he mirrors. How was he supposed to act around someone whom he recently discovered he likes?
“Oh, you two are comfortable with each other now?” Your dad snaps the quiet conversation between you two. You give Jungwon a last look before nodding to your dad which Jungwon copied.
“Great! I’ll go do the deliveries now. Y/N please keep Jungwon occupied and look after the shop for a little bit! I’ll be back as soon as I can!” Just like that, your dad had rushed off with the box of bouquets.
With that, the shop goes a bit quiet with the two of you unable to look at each other, though it doesn’t last long when Jungwon interrupts the silence not before he glimpses in your direction. Five days. He wasn’t being dramatic when he thinks five days was too long not seeing you. His mind drifts to your relationship with Beomgyu. Were the two of you closer than you and him? Does Beomgyu know you more than him now? In those five days, Jungwon wonders if you’d missed him as he missed you too. He just wishes your friendship was still as it was. “So uhm… How were classes?”
“Classes?” You jolted at his sudden question you convince yourself. Totally not by his voice. “Classes were… okay. Normal I supposed? Sorry I didn’t bring your notes”
“I supposed it should be normal yeah” Jungwon chuckles, mentally giving himself a facepalm at the stupid question. “and don’t worry about that. It’s not like you knew I’d be here”
“hmm why are you here anyway?” you ask walking closer to the front register and leaning on the desk with your elbow, cheeks resting on your hand. “It’s rare to find a busy idol like you to be in a random flower shop” you giggle
“Just picking up flowers for my aunt before I go there” he replies without missing a smile on hearing your giggle
“Not for me?” You pout jokingly before dramatically sighing hand on your forehead “Oh chivalry is dead”
“You’re more dramatic than I remember” he chuckles, walking to where you are.
“This is what you get for leaving me with Beomgyu for a whole week” you go back to your position. “Now you have to deal with two of us”
“I wouldn’t mind dealing with you” He doesn’t know where the confidence comes from but with your red cheeks and flustered expression, the splurge of his confidence doesn’t stop. “Maybe you’ll like me more than Beomgyu and Jen- YN THE VASE”
“THE VASE” unable to comprehend the amount of confidence the Jungwon in front of you was displaying, you tried your best to gather yourself together out of your dilemma. You really tried. You were out there internally calling God to help you deal with this newly found side of Jungwon when your elbow leaning on the front desk hits the vase decoratively displayed forward.
Thanks to your, now recovered state, you were quick enough to grab the vase. However, Jungwon, naturally gifted with quick reflexes, was also able to grasp the vase before it slips on the floor. Now, If you were praying for God at the previous dilemma, you were definitely pleading for any or if not, allthe heavenly beings in all astral dimensions to help you with the current awkward situation.
As you had grasped the vase first before Jungwon had, his hands were now on top of yours as you both held the fragile vase. Apparently, you comprehend the situation faster as your eyes dart from his hand to his eyes to find him mirroring you. His hand is large, soft and warm you note and Jungwon can’t help but thinks almost the same except he thinks your hand is smaller which makes you more adorable than he had ever thought. Neither of you moving from the situation. Hand in hand on the vase and eyes locked on each other. It was almost as if you both didn’t want to let go and maybe the comfortable silence, soft gaze and red cheeks were an indication that you both didn’t.
“OH HEY IT’S YOU JUNGWON!” crack. An abrupt loud voice made the two of you jump, hands pulling out forgetting the fragile vase in your grasp. Jungwon had definitely walked back a few steps and you were too shocked at the vase on the floor to notice the voice that had both of you jumping.
“AND Y/N?!” You finally looked up to see Choi Beomgyu.
“Beomgyu?” You both called in unison.
“Hello, it’s me” He waved at Jungwon then to you, then his attention focused on the broken vase. “Damn, who’s the clumsy person who dropped that? It looks expensive”
You and Jungwon looked at each other, glad Beomgyu missed the event prior to vase breaking. “Uh, I did” You mumble, quickly rushing to the backroom to gather the brush and dustpan to clear the broken piece.
“Oh wow, I’ve never been to this side of the town” Beomgyu walks toward Jungwon who is now sitting back down in his previous seat. “It’s so quiet and nice here”
“Yeah, Y/N’s dad owns the place. I think it’s a perfect spot to hang out without overbearing fans” Jungwon agrees as he watches you clear the broken piece easily and quickly before joining them,
“Your dad owns the place?” Beomgyu directs the question to you which you nod. “Oh… then I should probably g-“
“Excuse me? Is the shop still open?” A voice calls out from the entrance as their footsteps echo closer. Being the daughter of the owner, you quickly stand up and make your way to the customer.
“Actually yeah-“
“Oh I’m so sorry, it isn’t right? I didn’t read the sign” The customer- or rather a potential customer took one glance at you and your resting bitch face and was ready to turn around. Jungwon doesn’t miss the way your expression falls with your head to hide your eyes with your hair.
“No, we’re actually ope-“
“Hello! Welcome! We’re actually still open if you’d like to have a look around!” Jungwon calls out, loud and cheerful enough for the woman to go back. Jungwon takes the apron laying around the front desk and quickly slips it on, walking towards you. “Y/N, we’ll handle this together”
Just like that, the customer walks to you and Jungwon. You both walk her around the flowers and suggest arrangements for each she picked. While you skilfully arranged the flowers, Jungwon and Beomgyu worked their way on the register machine. Soon enough, all three of you were seeing off the customer. When they say words travel fast, it really does because your shop is now facing a line of customers waiting to buy flowers from the small flower shop with “two handsome workers” and just like that, your shop was left empty and a very tired “two handsome workers” and a sale lady.
“I’m sorry I had you two work in the shop out of nowhere” after the three of you get enough rest, you walk out of the staff room, holding two iced tea and serving them to Beomgyu and Jungwon who currently looked tired and you don’t blame them.
“Don’t worry about it, I enjoyed it actually” Jungwon assures you, though you aren’t fully convinced by his tired look. “really, it feels refreshing to do. A day off from the idol stuff”
“For real! It wasn’t what I expected I would be doing when I walked out of the dorm but that was kind of fun actually” Beomgyu adds
“Why were you out and about anyway?” you ask
“I had a fight with Soobin’s pet Odi” Beomgyu scoffs “that little prickly hamster”
“Isn’t Odi a hedgehog?” Jungwon questions, slightly confused if he had heard wrong
“Whatever he is” Beomgyu scoffs again “I swear Soobin is correct that the little guy is Snail Lady”
“You guys have a pet hedgehog?” You awe as you move closer to Beomgyu “I’ve always thought they’re so cute, but I never knew you could have them as a pet!”
“Yeah, He’s called Odi and one of my members, Soobin, has him as a pet” Beomgyu whips out his phone and shows you photos. “Isn’t he so cute?”
“Y/N, but Maeumi is cuter right?” Jungwon is quick to go between you and Beomgyu, asking you about Maeumi
“Well yeah, I guess but they’re both different species-“
“Oh? What happened here?!” Your dad’s voice is heard from the entrance upon seeing your empty flower shop.
“Hey dad” you waved and smiled. “Beomgyu and Jungwon helped us sell out the flowers. Apparently, they’re old ladies man”
“Are you and Jungwon friends now? This guy is also your friend?!” Your dad exclaimed, “You’re both my little goldfish’s friends?”
Jungwon nods and chuckles at your dramatic- almost teary-eyed dad. “Dad, I have friends you know! Stop being dramatic”
“Nice to meet you Beomgyu?” Your dad doesn’t pay attention to you but goes straight to Beomgyu with a handshake. Beomgyu shakes his hand but you and Jungwon can’t help but snicker at his frozen almost scared face.
“Yeah, they’ve been in Hybe U together since the first year!” Beomgyu’s eyes widen at Jungwon. Beomgyu’s heart is leaping out of his chest at that mention, why would Jungwon tell him that. He was sure your dad would be yelling at him at any moment.
“OH! Then any friend of Y/N and Jungwon are welcome here!” Your dad comes closer and hugs Beomgyu. Beomgyu is clearly still shocked and very much frozen. “Y/N, go grab some pastries for these two! And get the fresh ones in the kitchen!” You tsk at this but still go anyway.
“I’m sorry Beomgyu, I must’ve come off as scary again” Your dad settle down, leaving both boys in front of him without words. “ I know I look scary and I’ve been offered those types of jobs before but I promise you, my love for flowers and cafés is greater.. and I’m scared of blood”
“I can take a misunderstanding, but I hope Y/N has been living well without them” your dad continues. “I’m sure Y/N has heard of them but she has never brought it up with me”
Both Beomgyu and Jungwon are still lost for words. Jungwon for thinking again how you two are similar and Beomgyu really questioning the fact that you hadn’t told your own dad about the rumours about you and him in Hybe U because he would definitely have if it was him. Beomgyu notices that in fact, both you and your dad were nothing like the rumours.
“Don’t worry Mr Y/L/N! Nothing like those will ever happen again!” Jungwon speaks up as you’re exiting the kitchen with the pastries in a paper bag in your hand “I will help… and Beomgyu will too”
“That’s right Mr Y/L/N!” Beomgyu speaks up
“Help with what” you catch up
“U-Uh you know…” Jungwon starts
“When you can’t handle the shop like today” Beomgyu continues, sticking out his tongue at you as you do too and placing the paper bags on the table.
“Dad, we should probably go. Jungwon has to help Ms Yang and Beomgyu has some reconciliation to do” You tell him and the boys agree
“Give me two seconds! I forgot about the flower” Your dad rushes to the back room.
“Y/N, you didn’t tell your dad about the rumours in Hybe U?” Beomgyu whispers and you shake your head in response.
“My dad is a little sensitive you see. He gets a little dramatic over something small, so I try not to worry him when he’s already got so much to worry about.” You explain. “Did you guys know when I made friends with the Dream, he celebrated with a party” Beomgyu and Jungwon laughs at the thought. Jungwon can’t help but fall for you all over again. He was definitely in too deep, and he’s not worried at all.
“Jungwon here’s for your aunt” Your dad comes around with a bouquet which Jungwon took before your dad reaches out to Beomgyu with a single red rose wrapped in a thin white paper in his hand. “and this is for you Beomgyu! It’s a gift! Red roses symbolize passionate love and I can see the passion of what you love in you”
“You do?! I am a passionate man!” Beomgyu takes the rose in his hand feeling triumph and happiness.
“Okay Dad, we’ll go now bye!” You pulled the two out of the shop. “I’ll walk Jungwon to the apartment, how about you Beomgyu?”
“I think I’m a fan of your dad” The sparks in his eyes were an understatement. You could practically see fireworks setting off if you look enough.
“Ok, don’t get lost on your way back daydreaming,” You tell him, sending him off but he doesn’t move. “Go reconcile with Odi with your new passion yeah?”
“With passion!” he raises the rose in his hand while walking back.
“Will he be okay?” You ask Jungwon as you two start to make your way back to the apartment.
“He’ll be fine I think” Jungwon laughs as you do too.
39 mf hamster
♡Summary: When Enhypen are forced back to attend class, Jungwon is determined to fight or flight; by tying to get out of school or trying to make the best of ordinary school life. What would happen when he comes across the rumoured bully who happens to be his aunt’s neighbour who is really good at making cookies?!
an:uh yeah i got carried away :) Since this is a slightly longer written chapter, i’ll post double tomorrow instead!
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jake sim. | 3:58.
summary. “jake knew he could be the most horrible being on earth and your too-big, too-empathetic eyes could still look at him adoringly. like he still held the moons and stars in his palms and you would cherish him for it.”
pairing.y/n x enhypen’s jake
genre. broken relationship!au
word count.2k.
warnings. gender neutral!reader, swearing, weed, mention of drugs and drinking, they don’t know how to communicate… lol
inspo.savior complex by phoebe bridgers.
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FROM THE OPEN bathroom door and its faint amber light, the fuzzy silhouette clears sharper as he approaches it adjacent to the bed you lie in, palms touching and tucked under your cheek.
Your eyes should burn from the long workday you’ve had, from the amount of TV you watched, lukewarm microwave dinner leaving marks of steam on the thrifted coffee table. But your eyelids stress to stay creased as you hear the clack of those heavy black boots exit the bathroom to finally reach the bed frame.
Jake knows that you’re awake so he doesn’t try to avoid making sounds or hide the fact he brought a blunt in. Knows that you stay awake for him to come home and that he barely made it before four A.M. today. Almost made you tug the thin sheets back off your body to call to Jay, see whether he had gotten wasted and crashed at his house or had finally gotten hauled to the county jail cell.
It’s exactly 3:58 and you know because you’ve been counting in your head. You’ve gotten good at it after all these months.
Sensing the ruffle of tough fabric as him shrugging his jacket off, it lands with a loud clunk against the metal stand of the lamp in the corner. You can smell the weed and tequila as he sits on his side of the bed, a few feet away from you.
The desire to nag, to get Jake to shower, brush his teeth, and tell him to come home earlier next time has died on your tongue recently. You wish you could wrangle the strength to fight again but it’s too tiring. More tiring than staying up and waiting for the familiar struggle of his dented keys scratching marks on the apartment lock.
His upper body flies back to hit the stiff mattress, head hitting the soles of your feet crammed under the blankets in a fetal position. He wiggles his head so that it tucks between your heels and your ass, a makeshift pillow for the blasting headache you know Jake always gets when he crossfades.
A calloused hand blindly pats up to your space, fingertips finally landing on your hair and tangling in the mess for the sensation. A rush of smoke enters your peripheral from a puff he takes deeply and you finally twist your head.
“Jake. Finish it outside and come to bed.”
A sigh is the answer you get.
He waits for you to shift, to start repeating yourself and slowly build to that anger you’ve got buried within this crumbling foundation you two have been nestling for a year but… it doesn’t come. It hasn’t come all week for some reason.
But he can still hear it now.
“Jake, go. Go, I hate the smell. Go. Shower and come back to me. Come back to us.”
He’s exaggerating with the last sentence. Maybe it’s what he hopes he would hear. To know that you don’t just tolerate his broken self, that you want to go back to the ways things were before everything went wrong.
Jake’s ears catch the pillow sink and for your hair to pull away from his loose grasp as you turn from him again. His heart pumps louder, threatening to spill out of his chest. He can hear it pound on his eardrums, the thrumming from the ceiling fan in the center of the one-room apartment reaching his consciousness somehow and making the nerves along his forearms itch.
With a heave getting up, he snuffs out the short blunt and tosses it on the ashtray by his bedside table. Dusting off the ashes from his fingers, blunt nails scrape on his hairline and then he hops in his seat to pull the blankets from under his weight and the coldly patted space.
Jake runs a hand down your curled side as another attempt. Somewhere within the haze of his mind, his sober self is very much panicked at the sight he’s been dreading for a while. It looks like the time has finally come where you’ve pulled away from him.
He could wake up tomorrow, find your side empty for the last time. Not because you left for work early, or to get aspirin and a Gatorade for his hangover soon, or get him breakfast before you headed to your 9 to 5.
No… you’d be gone from his life forever.
And usually, you’d sink into his frame. Try to treasure the small amount of intimacy he used to so freely provide, no matter whether or not your boyfriend was inebriated. But you don’t move back at all.
He puts so much effort to silence the noises of the yells on the street level outside, the howling of the sharp winds this starry night, that creaking faucet in the bathroom, and that stupid fucking fan.
Just to hear your breathing and see if it’s evened out. It is.
And Jake can’t force himself to sink back into your hold either.
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The whimpers behind your back wake you.
You would’ve figured that Jake had moved to the living room if he was going to have his nightmares but he’s laid beside you by dawn when your eyes crack open. The weight of his arm warms your side and you wonder when he slinked over to you, finally tempted to breach the unspoken boundary between you two since last Sunday.
Sitting up, you note the beads of sweat on Jake’s forehead, the strands of hair darkened and matted to his wet face.
You shake him lightly, a tone of worry laced in your groggy voice. “Jake? Jake?”
Getting more panicked at his mumbles, lips downturned and nose slope scrunched in the agony of his usual night terrors, you tug the blankets off his body. Cupping his face and slapping lightly does nothing to snap him out. His legs start kicking and you climb over his chest.
“Baby, wake up. Baby. Baby, wake up, please.”
Swearing under your breath when you tug the sheets off him, the neck of his white tee is drenched clear. Your hand places a palm to his forehead and it feels like nearing a hot stove. Looking around quickly, you handle a three-day-old water bottle, twist the cap open, and pour it over his face.
Jake gasps, eyes wide open in shock and nearly uplifting your entire body off his figure as he bolts into an upright position. Grasping onto his shoulders and desperately trying to peer into his eyes, your trials to calm him down don’t connect in his mind.
Jumping off the bed and struggling to tug your heavy boyfriend out, you expend massive amounts of energy to drag him to the bathroom, fumbling with knobs until the shower runs on and you push Jake off the edge of the tub into cooling water.
Time moves in slow motion for him, eyelids clenched shut as he plunges backward into the icy droplets. They drench him, sucking the air out of his tight lungs and forcing a puff of alcoholic breath and fog in his mind to burst like a bubble.
The blurriness in his irises fades and when Jake looks up at you, a shot of anxiety snaps in your throat, seizing it for no air to come sucking into your chest. Those wide eyes, so familiar from the beginning of your relationship, stare back at you. Crouching on the floor, your own irises and tough swallow are taken in by Jake’s overbearing gaze.
“Are you alright?”
It takes several seconds before Jake reaches over to push the knob off, slouching in the tub, legs hanging out and heavy lashes blinking sluggishly once more.
“What did you take tonight?”
Irrational fury flashes in the brown eyes you had seen soften earlier at the sight of you. Watching it die out for him to lash out makes your heart sink.
He’s defensive. “Nothing. Nothing different.”
“Then why…?” Your confused and mellow voice further infuriates him.
He had fallen asleep with the thoughts of waking up without you in his life anymore, pushing the pain away with slumber but here you were.
So loyal and loving and caring like you always were with him. Jake knew he could be the most horrible being on Earth and your too-big, too-empathetic eyes could still look at him adoringly. Like he still held the moons and stars in his palms and you would cherish him for it.
“Go to bed.” Jake’s hands slip as he clutches the edge of the tub, yanking himself up with a stumble.
You stand with him, nimble hands out to clutch the hem of his soaked tee, “Wait until your temperature goes down, I’ll get a change of clothes—”
“No,” He interrupts, cold glare serious and closed off, “Go to bed.”
Swallowing the rejection, you can only be still like a statue as Jake uses the sink counter to steady before his wet feet slap to the bed and then the drawers scrape against wood.
As you slowly approach the mattress again, you eye the pillowed space you two share. A lighter sits on Jake’s case. It forces your throat to tighten, then you look at the pile on the ashtray.
The sick smell sticks to your clothes, even if you do everything to get rid of it. Do everything to stop it from infiltrating this apartment and infiltrating Jake’s head. Infiltrate and replace you as a way to release his stress.
Whatever had messed with him so bad in the first place has torn what used to be your home apart.
You’re so tired.
Jake stills at the sound of a sniffle. And when he looks over to your corner, you’re turned around and wiping at your cheeks. Guilt and exasperation mix to bring forth his exasperated voice.
“Y/N,whatare you crying about?”
Your voice warbles and you despise it for doing so.
“Nothing.” Climbing back under the sheets, you face away from him again. Jake can’t stand it.
Placing a knee on the bed, he bends over you to clutch your shoulder.
“Y/N, don’t lie to me, come on. Why are you crying? I didn’t fucking take anything other than weed tonight. I promised you that before—”
Your shrug to get him off causes his fingers to limp on your figure. “Jake, change. Just change.”
He wants to fight. Wants to see you react with something other than dismalness so Jake continues.
“I did. I did, I changed my shirt—”
“No,everything,” You turn, now fully pushing his hand away from your body, “I can’t stand the smell—”
“It’sweed, Y/N! Surely you’ve fucking gotten used to it by now—”
“I don’t care, Jake, pleasejust listen to me and change—”
“I’vechanged!I’ve fucking changed—!”
You stand, unable to lay and take it anymore. Unplugging your phone from its charger, you pocket it and grab your bag as well. Jake follows, lips twisted at your sudden movement.
“Where are you going?”
Shrugging on your jacket from the coat rack and dipping to slip on your sneakers, he swallows roughly in your space, crowding with panic and confusion in his tone while he calls your name repeatedly.
“I can’t. I can’t tonight, I can’t do it.”
It’s all you can say to excuse yourself, the wet trails on your cheeks continuing to flow as Jake gets louder and louder. He attempts to close the front door and stop you but you wait patiently and don’t fight him, only able to shut your eyelids tight and pray for him to get the clue.
You couldn’t muster the energy to scream or protest or anything else you would usually do.
Was this the last straw?
The flurry of noise in your ears fades when Jake digs his nails into your forearms, firmly grasping them and uprooting your feet to bring you close to his big frame. At the tenseness and uneasiness in your expression, he cracks.
“Y/N, don’t leave. Don’tleave alright? Don’t leave, please, please don’t. Don’t.”
He lets go after several seconds of scrutinizing the tears he’s caused to leak from your eyes. Watching your tight swallow and attempt to seem collected, his heart clenches.
“I’ll crash at Eunha’s.”
“Don’t. Stay. I’ll sleep on the couch.”
“Ican’tbe in the same room right now, Jake!” Your sudden desperation makes him jerk back.
He takes several seconds to pull a meek, “Okay,” from his cracked lips.
You’re too exhausted to feel bad about the harshness of your words. Sighing, Jake pushes his back against the wall to get out the way of the front door and you twist the knob, leaving.
Jake feels his headache return tenfold. The fan keeps going and at the registering of the fucking annoying noise in his head, he stumbles to the middle of your shared one-room apartment, yanking on the thin metal chain for the fan to stop whirling.
All things came to a halt. The apartment sits frozen except for the frustrated breath that escapes Jake’s lips as he hears your feet walk farther and farther away from him.
— Mister Perfect —
+ pairing: park sunghoon x female reader
+ genre: angst, fluff, classmates to lovers, impliedfake-dating,implied unrequited love, high school!au, hearthrob!sunghoon, best friend!jake
+ warnings: none
+ word count: 0.8k
+ requested as part of my Drabble Event #2
+ summary: Sunghoon might have stolen your heart with his perfection, but you had also stolen his heart, even if you were unaware of it.
+ lia’s note: Hello, how are you today? When I tell you this drabble has my heart, it’s because it does. I am very happy with it and I hope you enjoy it as well! Please, like/reblog this if you enjoy reading it and let me know your thoughts through an ask if you feel like it; I am always appreciative of your feedback! As always, happy reading!
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“You’re doing it again.” Jake rolled his eyes as you stared at the mirror inside your locker, checking your makeup. “Y/N, you look fine. Any more mascara and I’m afraid your lashes will touch the ceiling.”
You turned around and glared at him, pulling the books he was carrying for you out of his arms. He sighed and leaned away from the locker behind him, messing up his hair. Jake kept staring at you for a while as you packed your belongings inside your locker, picking up the books for your next class. When you were done, you closed it and smiled at your friend, a gesture he reciprocated.
“You do look pretty. You look pretty every day, not just today. It’s just that I-”
At the end of the hallway, a group of students disturbed the peace with bright smiles and happy cheers, high fiving everyone they knew on their way to class. Your eyes landed on the one leading the group, and you couldn’t help but smile at him. That was the Park Sunghoon effect. No one resisted his charms. Not even you.
Sunghoon was everything you looked for in a guy. Besides his good looks, he was an extremely kind and caring person who also had good grades. Other girls described him as mister perfect, and you were almost sure you would start using that title as well. What wasn’t there to like, appreciate or love about him? In theory, Sunghoon could be considered perfect.
When his arms wrapped around a girl’s shoulders and he kissed her cheek, your heart sank in your chest and suddenly, you came back to reality. Perfection wasn’t a part of your world. You could stare all you wanted at Sunghoon, you could admire him from afar, you could even exchange a few words in class, but that was about it. He rarely took more than two seconds to look at you.
If perfection existed, the two of you would be together. If perfection was real, he would be the one you would call boyfriend. If perfection existed, he would be eager to get to know you the same way you were excited to get to know him.
But alas, perfection doesn’t exist. And the fake scenarios in your hand would be just that. Fake.
“Why isn’t he into me?” You said under your breath as he strolled down the corridor with his girlfriend, kissing her cheek softly when he passed in front of you. It felt like the universe was punishing you. “What am I missing?”
You gulped and under Jake’s attentive gaze, you started to make your way to your next class, your eyes staring down at your feet. After a while, Jake wrapped his arm around your shoulders and patted it softly, making you look at him. He offered you a kind smile.
“It’s his loss that he doesn’t see what’s right in front of him.” He booped your nose and the two of you stopped in front of your classroom. “You’re great, Y/N. And I… I hope someday you’ll fall in love with someone who appreciates you deeply for who you are. Someone that doesn’t make you feel like you’re lacking something. Because you’re whole on your own. And pretty great too.” He cleared his throat and shrugged, fixing the bag on his shoulder and shoving his hands in the pockets of his jeans. “Maybe a little bit annoying. Oh, and you complain a lot too.” At this, you rolled your eyes and pushed him away from you, making him giggle slightly. “Okay, fine. Fine! I’ll walk you home after classes?”
You fixed your jacket and nodded, giving him a thumbs-up.
“Can we stop by the ice cream shop on our way home? I’ll pay for yours!”
“Sure.” He waved at you and started to walk towards the stairs, climbing them two steps at a time.
When he was out of your sight, you took a deep breath, thankful that you had someone like Jake in your life. He was the best friend you could ever ask for and he always knew how to lighten up the mood when you were feeling sad.
As you entered the classroom, you scanned the different tables to try and see who was missing. When your eyes landed on Sunghoon, you forced out a smile his way that he didn’t reciprocate. Instead, he looked away from you and focused on his notebook in front of him, a sad look in his eyes you couldn’t ignore.
Still, you wouldn’t ask him about it. You would wonder about the source of his sadness for the remainder of the class, trying to think of ways to cheer him up, completely oblivious to the fact that you were the source of all the pain he carried right now.
After all, how could Sunghoon admit his feelings for you when what you had with Jake was simply too perfect for him to ruin?
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