#sunghoon imagines Tumblr posts

  • seungstarss
    04.12.2021 - 2 minutes ago

    ✷𖥔 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐂𝐊 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𖥔✷ 01 winter knows



    𖥦♡̷̸⁩ synopsis. after a disastrous first meeting, y/n and jake become labeled as the infamous comedic dual who have a strong dislike towards each other. In the summer after junior year, y/n receives the bad news that she has to attend summer school to earn an art credit. worse yet, she finds out the tiny devil is her seatmate.

    a/n: lots of references, sorry If I lost you guys. But "winter knows" is about the sangwoo comment SYCOAVOQH ifyk yk

    𐚱꙳⸻ TAGLIST

    @berriniki @fiantomartell @hoonstrology @sthinqsz @ddeonubaby @luv3iza @youreverydayzebra @softforqiankun @itzsora @jongsaengseong @acciomylove @lovingjaeyun @oureris @blank-velvet @jay-durian @badbishriki @yangrden @rikisnotforsale @vitaminhyunjin @baekswoons @httpheeseung @lionessmane @ilvaussie @baekhyunstruly @rinyx @leeis @luvrjn @youreverydayzebra @shoftiiel @liliansun @nar-nia @nyujjan @wiltingdaisies @ielaa @sunshinehanjisung @candidupped @odetoyeonjun @icywhatim @c9tnoos
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  • oddeonu
    04.12.2021 - 1 hour ago

    [ JUNGWON’S NOONA 📬 ] — cheer up hoon

    author note: ignore Jay’s timestamp for his tweet! im too lazy to change it😭 but pretend it’s around the 6pm-7pm mark.

    SYNOPSIS — the 02z, one of the most famous trios in all of belift high. they’re practically stuck to the hip and if together; create a bunch of chaos. so when jake starts tutoring people, park sunghoon gets bored and offers his best buds a bet. whoever wins the heart of jake’s classmate, yang y/n, gets a hundred bucks. it just also happens that y/n is jungwon’s sister, who absolutely despises them.

    masterlist / previous / next

    taglist 1 ( is closed ! ) — @acciomylove @primorange @youreverydayzebra @baekhyunstruly @ssunnk @maeumiloml @icywhatim @mykalon @sunvishine @abdiitcryy @nyfwyeonjun @yurazuyori @luvrseung @kyleeanne @clear-color-hair @jaysfaves @stoatwashere @ahnneyong @ch1-fuyu @k1ttyl1x @jjun4thitboy @yenart @cha-raena @mitsukifilms @strawbrinkofdeath @c9tnoos @sunoosbestie @steph507 @rinyx @emobeomgyu @ilvaussie @wonbb @rikisnotforsale @tobiosbbyghorl @darkheartpeace @sunarindior @yizhoutv @yourlocalhotgf @junityy @luv4dream @maeumiluv @woopetals @cosmiclele @pixyseeun @hobistigma @pepperrye

    #not a yang and 02z getting ALONG?! gasps*💢 #hoon in a fussy mood as always what’s new #and lei alr in her traitor era?? ouch 🤕 #enhypen#enhypen angst#enhypen fluff#enhypen headcanons#enhypen imagines#enhypen reactions#enhypen scenarios#enhypen smau #enhypen social media au #enhypen x female reader #sunghoon imagines #sunghoon x reader #jay imagines #jay x reader #jake imagines #jake x reader
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  • b3-your-boyfri3nd
    04.12.2021 - 4 hours ago




    Possessive boyfie (WILL call you his peyborit girl)

    Acts cold, but he’s actually the sweetest; another oldeu man

    Best tease

    check here to know how you can interact with Sunghoon!

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  • msgirlie
    04.12.2021 - 8 hours ago

    "sunghoon?" you questioned the boy in front of you. the star player had been wooing you for months now but never really got much of your attention. You did actually like him, you just weren't really sure how to tell him that after rejecting him multiple times. "come to my game" he demanded. "no." you said, about to close your door but he pushed it open. "come to my game or I won't play in it." you stared in disbelief. "this is your finals sunghoon go win that trophy for the school." he stared into your orbs, "i want to win it for you. so come to my game for me." he repeated. you relented, letting out an exasperated sigh.

    he was shocked to say the least. he didn't think you'd say yes. he was already thinking up some half-assed excuse to sit out of the game. "oh, really?!" he asked, slowly forming a smile. "yea yea i'm gonna get dressed first, go have a seat."

    he was in awe when he entered your home. you had an octopus chandelier above the dining table, and a smart sofa and ever after high playing in the background and a lot of cats. a lot of cats - one, two... five!?! "what's up with the cats," he snickered. "i like them so fuck off. oh and also, the black one scratches strangers, so be careful. the grey one is most friendly." his heart swelled. "awe you're caring for me," he teased. you could only blush, rolling your eyes.

    "i forgot to add, you're coming on a date with me after that." he added, one hand on the steering wheel and the other in yours. "only if you win though," you said. loving the motivation

    that night, you cheered and screamed the loudest you ever had. all of sunghoon. and he won! all for you, he claims, sweeping you into a kiss, igniting cheers from the other players. "go shower, smelly," you smiled.

    "hey bro, coach is bringing us out for a celebratory dinner," jake called while drying his hair. "nah, i've got a girl to bring on a date." he replied, causing jake to tease him. "simp," riki called out. "jealous much?" sunoo said sassily. "ok c'mon guys let's go. see you tomorrow sunghoon!" jungwon rounded them up, a simultaneous 'yes captain' ringing around the locker room.

    going back to meet you outside, he smiled brightly, excited for the date you two were going to have. "can we go to yours?" he asked innocently. "i want to hear about your cats." that sparked something in you, a happy glint in your eye. "sure! let's go!"

    sure, he had to spend the rest of the night binge watching ever after high and being surrounded by cats, but nothing could change the fact that you were sleeping with your head on his chest, wearing his jersey from last year, fingers intertwined with his.

    and that night, he was the happiest he had ever been.

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  • hime98
    04.12.2021 - 9 hours ago

    ENHYPEN won another award tonight on MMA— GLOBAL RISING ARTIST!!! 🎉🏆

    our 16th award in a year.. and counting!

    disappointed we didn't got the roty but we didn't end this day empty handed<3 nevermind the fanwars like lmao

    "no talent" "no one knows them" they paid for the award"— we all fucking know none of these bs are true. even haters recognize, so keep crying ig 💀

    Congrats, Enhypen and Engenes!!! 🎉

    also, have you seen their intro perf? aacckkkk— that was one of their best stages yet!!!
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  • haechanhues
    04.12.2021 - 10 hours ago


    it was once a love triangle that you walked away from. you find you must make a choice once again. however, tensions will rise as a third guy is added to your already complicated predicament.

    chapter seventy : haha just lied

    masterlist | prev // next

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    #enhypenwriters#houseofincantations#ficscafe#enhypen#enhypen smau#enhypen fic #enhypen jay fic #enhypen sunghoon fic #enhypen jake fic #enhypen angst #enhypen angst fic #enhypen jay angst #enhypen sunghoon angst #enhypen jake angst #enhypen scenarios#enhypen imagines #enhypen social media au #enhypen social au #enhypen jay social au #enhypen sunghoon social au #enhypen jake social au #enhypen x reader fic #enhypen x reader au #enhypen au
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  • haechanhues
    04.12.2021 - 15 hours ago

    - written - 

    chapter sixty nine : epiphany 

    warnings : tension and a confession. 

    Jake took one look at your puffy eyes and went to find Jay. He stood in front of Jay loomingly, ‘You made her cry.’ 

    Jay snarled, ‘Well it’s not like I wanted to make her cry.’ 

    Sunghoon who was opting to stay out of it originally, went to separate his best friends. Jay looks up at him, wiping Sunghoon’s hand away, ‘Don’t touch me, man.’ 

    ‘Hey, you’ve misunderstood something and you need to talk it out with Y/N,’ Sunghoon lectured, ignoring the hurt he feels when Jay pushes him away. 

    ‘Why should I?’ 

    “Because you love her and you don’t want her to walk away,’ Sunghoon sternly states. He can feel the hurt being replaced with annoyance and anger. 

    ‘That’s not enough, you’re both all on my ass about her hurting and shit,’ Jay rambles, pushing Jake and Sunghoon away from him, ‘What about me? Huh? Where’s my ‘You’re completely valid, Jay, take all the time you need.’ 

    Jake rolls his eyes, ‘It was a mistake on my part that got covered with misunderstandings, okay? I’m sorry.’ 

    Sunghoon angles his head towards Jake, ‘What did you say?’ 

    ‘I said that you kissed,’ Jake asserts. Sunghoon stares at Jake with an increased sense of anger and slightly nudges at his shoulder harder than he should have. 

    ‘Why would you tell her boyfriend that?’ Sunghoon hisses. 

    ‘I didn’t mean to!’ Jake protests, wanting to defend himself. Sunghoon shook his head as he completely diverted his attention from Jay to Jake. 

    ‘This is the shit you pulled back then too!’ Sunghoon exclaims. 

    Jay rolls his eyes as he flinches away from Jake and Sunghoon, ‘I can’t fucking deal with this.’ 

    He makes sudden eye contact with you and freezes in his spot. You’ve got tears in your eyes and he wants to wipe them away. You watch him sadly and approach him with a gentle demeanour. 

    Jay closes his eyes, ‘Not now Y/N.’ 

    You’re about to interject but he flicks his head over to the other boys. 

    ‘You should probably fix that,’ Jay then makes a point before looking into your eyes with a soft yet sarcastic smile, ‘They’re fighting over you, you know.’ 

    You watch as Jay strides away from you, not waiting for your reply. You look at the two in front of you, having a heated discussion. There’s a push or two and you can’t help but think of the past. It looks like a mirror image. Your head rotates and it makes you feel dizzy. Your throat feels tight as you look at the state of their friendship. 

    ‘Are you okay?’ Yeji asks you when you only stare at the two. You look at Yeji with an expression that says ‘no’ before you rush for the exit. Yeji is alarmed and exclaims your name to which Jake looks over to you and Sunghoon pushes away from his friend and stalks off with Yuki and Jungwon in tow. 

    Yeji follows after you as you shut the door behind you, trying to go outside, in the rain. Your happy place, only for Yeji to catch up with you and pull you towards her, ‘Y/N.’ 

    ‘I can’t, Yeji,’ You shake your head wildly. 

    You start to push her away from you, but she pleads, ‘You never tell me things anymore. Tell me what’s going on, we can fix it together, Y/N. Please.’ 

    But all you can do is shake your head, ‘We can never fix it.’ 

    ‘You never know if you don’t tell me.’ 

    ‘This? All three of them?’ You state, your hair is a downright mess and your head is spinning, ‘This just gets worse and worse.’ 

    Yeji tries to stay calm, hoping it could influence you a little to relax, ‘What do you mean?’ 

    ‘Remember when you told me you thought I had feelings for Jake? I do. I always have. But from the moment I was born, I was never allowed to decide anything for myself. Jake didn’t feel like a choice and he never will. To my parents,’ You spit out the word so venomously Yeji is reminded of the way Jake always talks about his own parents, ‘Jake has been the only one for me and the worst part about it is that I’ve felt that too! He understands me, Yeji. He understands and touches a place in me where I am inspired and I am driven everyday. I’m motivated and completely in my zone. But I have never felt like Jake was my choice. I feel like they robbed me of him before I even got to know him and I’ll forever be insecure about whether Jake would be another anchor to my shitty ass parents that my brother and I would live through. I can’t do that again. I can’t do that to Riki.  So do you understand now, Yeji? Because I still fucking don’t.’ 

    With that long spiel of fire, you break free of her hold before rushing out the door. Jake walks to Yeji  with concern, observing the defeated look on her face. He rushes to his friend worriedly, ‘You okay?’ 

    Yeji brings a hand down her face, ‘I know you heard that.’ 

    Jake bites his lip and nods, ‘Yeah.’ 

    Yeji rolls his eyes before pointing towards the direction you had left, ‘Go.’ 

    Jake brings Yeji in for a short hug of comfort before rushing to find you. He finds you outside, on the ground with your knees in your embrace. 

    ‘It’s not fair to you, I know,’ He makes his entrance known. You look up at him with glittery eyes, full of overwhelmed emotion and exhaustion. 

    ‘I’m sorry,’ You apologised, sitting up to comfort him or to explain further, ‘I didn’t mean for you to hear that. Or think that it’s your fault.’ 

    Jake chuckled, ‘I know it’s not. It’s not yours either. I was going to tell you that I knew and I feel the same about you. You were never my own choice either and I thought I could hate you for it. But I never could and it never stopped me from developing love for you.’ 

    You feel your heart beating out of your chest, ‘Me neither. I was really in love with you at one point, you know.’ 

    Jake cocked his head, ‘Three years ago?’ 

    You smiled with slight hesitation, vaguely answering Jake in a way he deserved back then, ‘Before then.’ 

    Jake’s heart drops in confirmation. 



    it was once a love triangle that you walked away from. you find you must make a choice once again. however, tensions will rise as a third guy is added to your already complicated predicament.

    chapter sixty nine : epiphany 

    masterlist | prev // next

    author’s note : i didn’t plan it but happy birthday jin <3 

    taglist: @softforqiankun @penny-quinn @youreverydayzebra @p2arks @hobistigma @studioreader @ncityy04 @mykalon @liliansun @pixyseeun @woniebae @lionessmane @diestheticu @acciomylove @luvrseung @jay-durian @kac-chowsballs @strawbrinkofdeath @theskzvibe @dandelionxgal

    #enhypenwriters#houseofincantations#ficscafe#enhypen fic #enhypen jay fic #enhypen sunghoon fic #enhypen jake fic #enhypen angst #enhypen angst fic #enhypen jay angst #enhypen sunghoon angst #enhypen jake angst #enhypen#enhypen smau#enhypen scenarios#enhypen imagines #enhypen social au #enhypen jay social au #enhypen jake social au #enhypen sunghoon social au #enhypen x reader fic #enhypen x reader social au #enhypen x reader angst
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  • isaluv
    04.12.2021 - 15 hours ago

    moral of the story.

    pairing: Sunghoon × reader

    genre: angst

    word count: 1327

    warning: heartbreak, toxicity

    permanent taglist (send in an ask/dm to be added!): @amakumos, @ryuflix, @jihan-weeekly, @meraniki, @moonsclover, @beombon

    [reblogs are highly appreciated!!]

    you knew Sunghoon was not meant for you. you knew but you ignored all the signs, because you were deeply in love with him. maybe you should have taken all the things everyone told you seriously rather than discarding them and not paying attention to them. maybe you should have listened to that voice in your head that told you to leave him once all the mess started, but you didn't. you were so foolish to believe all the little things he told you. you were blindsided.

    maybe it was better to break things off between the two of you, so you did. you broke off whatever relationship that existed between the two of you. it did hurt, but in the end it was what was good for you.

    "some mistakes get made, it's alright, it's okay. in the end, it was better for me, that's the moral of the story."

    "where'd you find this guy?" was a question everyone would ask when they came to know about the end of your relationship. "young people fall in love with the wrong people sometimes," was something you had repeated to all of them. "you can think that you're in love, but you're really just in pain."

    it did hurt every time you thought of Sunghoon and what he had done to you, but you always reminded yourself, no matter how much it hurt;

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  • postalenha
    04.12.2021 - 18 hours ago

    38. darkest secret


    TAGLIST, open @yourlocalhotgf @hoonstrology @ddeonuism @witheeseung @starryjongseong @one800127 @jaemimpulsive @rikibae @ncityy04 @ryu-naa @curryramyeon @hyuckworld @enhacolor @xoxojayd3n @mishtidoie @jungw8ns @n1k1tty @primorange @sprngfeverr @youreverydayzebra @bayoleta @nikisjpg @jaycenzo @heeslut @she-is-dreaming @kyleeanne @mymeloem19 @enhafika @fairieweb @hobistigma @sunghonkers @itsamemarioo @dear-dreamie @taejinxkoya @baekhyunstruly @diestheticu @woniebae @softforqiankun @iamnotgrootiamthor @yougeans @strawberriki @lilliansun @thisuserwouldmarrysabrinainhbt @mahalau @bang-bang-bangtxn @you-njinhwang @wccycc @13isacoolnumber

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  • seungstarss
    04.12.2021 - 19 hours ago

    ✷𖥔 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐂𝐊 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𖥔✷ profiles 02

    ഒ heeseung! a professional model returning from New York to take a mental break. (boy has been overwhelmed) he was yn's childhood friend but left for america when he was eight years old. (they're not in contact anymore)

    — he's a year older than yn

    ഒ riki! riki is yn's younger brother who is about to become a freshman at belift high. unlike yn, riki is really diligent in his studies and doesn't have an attention span of a 3-year-old child.

    ഒ sunoo! sunoo is moving on to his junior year in september at belift high. he works part time at the local café alongside yn. he's also a big fan on the k hip hop rapper loco.

    ഒ remi! remi's known for her cuteness at school but doesn't actually have many friends. she's really popular with the boys and receives a lot of confessions on a daily basis. remi is moving on to her sophomore year.

    ഒ jungwon! jungwon is remi’s best friend who’s known for his brains. the boy's is only moving on to his sophomore year but was already offered a position as vice-president on the club's council. he's very popular with girls but most of them don't confess to him because of remi's death stares.



    𖥦♡̷̸⁩ synopsis. after a disastrous first meeting, y/n and jake become labeled as the infamous comedic dual who have a strong dislike towards each other. In the summer after junior year, y/n receives the bad news that she has to attend summer school to earn an art credit. worse yet, she finds out the tiny devil is her seatmate.

    𐚱꙳⸻ TAGLIST

    @berriniki@fiantomartell @hoonstrology @sthinqsz @ddeonubaby @luv3iza @youreverydayzebra @softforqiankun @itzsora @jongsaengseong @acciomylove @lovingjaeyun @oureris @blank-velvet @jay-durian @badbishriki @yangrden @rikisnotforsale @vitaminhyunjin @baekswoons @httpheeseung @lionessmane @ilvaussie @baekhyunstruly @rinyx @leeis @luvrjn @youreverydayzebra @shoftiiel @liliansun @nar-nia @nyujjan @wiltingdaisies @ielaa @sunshinehanjisung @odetoyeonjun
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  • buttabomma
    04.12.2021 - 20 hours ago

    enhypen headcannons - sunghoon as your boyfriend

    genre: fluff

    type: bullet fic

    tags: sunghoon x reader, sunghoon as your icy, but loving princelike boyfriend who also gives off major "my husband is a ceo" type vibes

    word count: 0.7k

    omg i can't believe we're already at our ice prince!

    ok so this one was a little bit harder than the others because i genuinely had such a difficult time trying to figure how sunghoon would be as a boyfriend

    on one hand, he's shy, a more logical than emotional, and is definitely hard to figure out

    on the other, he's sweet with those he cares about and we see a sillier side of him

    one that's equally as sarcastic and teasing, but only with the softest smile on his lips and the sweetest look in his eyes

    stop me before i catch feelings pls


    this man would probably wait for you to ask him out

    personally, i think that he's the type of person to second-guess himself and his feelings so even if he does have feelings for you, he's going to force them down; push them away until he's absolutely certain

    or, until you give a little push and ask him out first

    and from there, the adventure begins

    to be completely honest, i'm not sure that sunghoon would make a great boyfriend

    he seems like he's the type of person to prefer focusing on his career without wasting time on things that could distract him from the aforementioned task

    so he would be very touch and go in the beginning of the relationship

    honestly, if you don't talk to him and make sure that you communicate excessively with him, i could see the relationship fizzle out relatively quickly

    because he's so careful about relationships and interpersonal things, i genuinely think that if left unchecked, sunghoon could ghost you (on accident) in the beginning

    but once he gains some confidence in the stability of the relationship, everything changes

    everything about sunghoon is a slow burn

    he's somewhat averse to physical touch, sweet words, or giving/receiving gifts

    but even so, he appreciates every single thing that you gift him

    whether it be a quick hug, a compliment on his music, or a simple gift that had reminded you of him

    he's so incredibly thankful

    and with this, your relationship blossoms

    he brings a sense of rationality that forces you to face reality, calming you down with a soft touch on your arm, or professing love through a teasing compliment

    which keeps you grounded and makes you feel more secure in your relationship


    you also bring a sense of brightness and lighthearted humor into the relationship as well, coaxing sunghoon out of his shell that he has been hiding in for so long

    you encourage him to speak louder, to be more confident, to love more freely

    i think that sunghoon would date someone who can be the sun to his moon

    someone who lights up the room wherever they go; someone who smiles carelessly and offers their love without any restrictions

    one of those people that make you feel warm and fuzzy when you're with them

    because at some point, he starts taking on those qualities

    he strikes me as a very observant person

    so when he plans the dates (which is very rare; both of you would rather spend time together at home), he always incorporates things that he knows you'd love, even if you had only mentioned it in passing

    you had mentioned very casually that you loved disney when you were younger? guess who shows up with five different disney movies for movie night

    you briefly say that your mom is allergic to gluten? he brings gluten free cookies for the rest of your lives, even if you never have to say it again

    completely sidetracked there, whoops


    just thinking about the ice skating dates is giving me chills (hehe get what i did there?)

    him holding your hands as he gently guides you across the ice, laughing when you fall flat on your ass the second he lets go

    the hot cocoa that follows as you inevitably get teased by your boyfriend for the earlier mishap

    the fuzzy mittens that envelop your hands as you lace your fingers with his, taking a walk in the snow

    just...overall icy cuteness <3

    sunghoon is an ice prince, that's for sure

    but he's your ice prince

    and that's all that matters

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  • fallinforgyu
    04.12.2021 - 21 hours ago


    pairing: prince!sunghoon/fem!reader

    warnings: plot with lots of fluff and eventual smut, lots of greek mythology references, mutual loss of virginity, fingering, unsafe sex, lovemaking, this gets sad towards the end

    word count: 6.8k

    a/n: i poured my soul into this if you reblog i will kiss you on the mouth

    masterlist here

    To grow accustomed to beauty is perhaps one of the greatest tragedies a human can know. When eventually, the ivory towers and glittering ballrooms become part of the mundane routine. When things that used to be fascinating are now just… things.

      Maybe they were never fascinating at all. Being born into a life of servitude had somewhat affected the lens through which you viewed such opulence. Sparkling crystals were just another thing to be polished; flowing gowns were just another linen to wash. 

      But not him. Prince Sunghoon was the one piece of art you would never tire from looking at. Perhaps it was because his beauty was so dynamic; always shifting and growing. You were born around the same time as the Prince, which meant you got to watch how he changed over time.

      You remembered when his navy blazer began to swell under the expanse of his shoulders as they slowly broadened. You were instructed to hold the tailor’s pincushion as the prince was fitted for a new one.  

    You remembered when he grew six inches the summer before his fifteenth birthday. You watched how the stretch marks on his spine danced like lightning as you caught a glimpse of him changing into his nightclothes. 

    You remembered the first time you noticed the soft bulb that had developed in his throat. You were holding a decanter, refilling the princess’ glass of wine when you noticed how it dipped as he swallowed. You remembered wanting to kiss him there.

      There’s that to mention, too. Watching such a masterpiece for so many years led you to develop a deep admiration for the Prince. It was impossible not to; He was the world’s most beautiful unfinished painting, and you got to watch him progress every day.

      You were wary of using the word “love” to describe your feelings for the boy. How could such a gorgeous creature be loved by such an ordinary being? And did such a love actually mean anything if it was never acted upon?

      You decided it didn’t. Maybe to justify never acting upon your feelings, maybe to help yourself cope with the fact that in this lifetime, such beauty could never be yours.

      Still, you couldn’t help the way your heart fluttered every time he would make eye contact with you across a crowded ballroom.  

      Perhaps it was your proximity in age to the Prince that drew you to him. Perhaps it was simply his handsome face.

      But there was also the time that he offered to help you clean the floors at twelve years old when he noticed how all the kneeling made your knees bruise. There was the time that he offered you the last slice of the tangerine he was eating, even though he knew he could get in trouble for talking to you. And there were all of the times that he simply said, “Thank you”; two words which you’d never hear from anyone’s lips but his. 

      No, it wasn’t just his age or his face. Prince Sunghoon was compassionate, empathetic, kind hearted, and good. He was everything a prince should be. 

      He was breaking your heart just by existing.


      One afternoon early in the spring when the snow had just finished melting, you’d been assigned to sweep out the fireplace in the Prince’s bedroom. 

      “Go in just after dawn when he’s off practicing his swordsmanship,” your superior had told you, “Make haste and finish before he’s returned.”

      You knew the consequences if you took too long or, god forbid, spoke to the prince without permission, so you arrived at his bedroom door just when you were told to, wrapping your fingers around the cold brass doorknob and twisting it without bothering to knock.

      And although you were hoping that by some miracle of the gods he would be in that room, your heart still dropped to your toes when you saw him. He was perched on a daybed by his obnoxiously large window, the golden light of the rising sun turning his cheeks pink with warmth. He was still in his off-white nightclothes, his hair tousled in an unkempt halo of black. His lips were swollen with sleep.

      You immediately bowed, moving to close the door and stuttering out a pathetic, “Excuse me, my lord.”

      And then he called out your name. The sound was unfamiliar. It felt wrong. You’d listened to his honey voice a thousand times before, but hearing it speak your name was a first. 

      Knowing that he knew who you were at all made your head spin. He had taken time to distinguish your face from the hundreds of others that buzzed around the castle every day. He had taken time to learn your name. How he learned it, you had no idea, but royalty was not to be questioned. You liked the way he pronounced it, anyway.

      You couldn’t do anything but freeze in the doorway, clutching your broom and bucket. 

      “I was just reading,” Sunghoon held up a book that must have been in his lap the whole time. “You can come in. I really don’t mind.”

      You weren’t to be alone with the prince. You knew that. He knew that. But his hypnotically dark, kind eyes met yours and you couldn’t help but stagger forward, pulling the door shut behind you.

      “I-I’ll be quick, your highness,” you muttered, pulse rushing in your ears. “I won’t bother you.”

      “You could never bother me.” That gentle saccharine voice.

      You opened your mouth to speak but opted not to, moving to kneel by the fireplace and get to work, picking up the largest coals first and placing them in the bucket.

      You could never bother me. His voice droned in your ears as you tried to complete a chore that you’d done countless times before, this time with shaking hands. His presence was electrifying; you could almost feel his eyes burning holes through your back. 

      “It’s Eros and Psyche,” his voice made you jump. “Have you read it?”

      You chose your words with caution. “Servants are not taught to read, my lord.”

      “You…” he muttered, almost to himself. “You can’t read?”

      “I have no reason to know how to read, my lord.”

      “No reason?” His voice raised slightly, making the hair on the back of your neck stand up. “How could you say that? I can’t imagine a life without stories. Sometimes I feel my books are the only friends I have.”

      Words escaped you again. How could such a perfect creature feel lonely?

      You continued working, sweeping the dusty gray ash into little mountains.

      “This is one of my favorite stories…” His words were gentle again. “It’s about a girl so beautiful that she cannot be loved.”

      Your heart flipped in your chest. “O-oh.” 

      He hummed. “Psyche was more beautiful than Aphrodite herself. She was so gorgeous that she made the goddess jealous. Can you imagine how beautiful she must have been?”

      “S-she must have been very beautiful.” Your hands were shaking worse than before as you attempted to funnel the ash from the dustpan into the bucket.

      “Aphrodite was so jealous of Psyche that she decided to curse her by making her fall in love with a horrible monster. She sent her son Eros to place the curse on Psyche, but he was so stunned by her beauty that he accidentally stabbed himself with one of his arrows when he saw her.”

      He paused then. You emptied the last of the ash into the bucket before turning to face him.

      “What… what happens next, your highness?”

      He smiled, flashing you his gorgeous fang-like teeth. “Psyche was sleeping when Eros visited, so she didn’t know he was ever there. She became so desperate with loneliness that she visited the Oracle to ask if she would ever find true love.”

      “What did the Oracle say?” You leaned forward, perching on the balls of your feet as you kneeled.

      Sunghoon chuckled, delighted that you were enjoying the story. “She said Psyche would find love, but it would be with a monster. Then Psyche was carried by the West Wind to the monster’s palace. It turned out that he wasn’t much of a monster at all, because he was completely invisible.”


      “Yes, Psyche could never see the monster. But he treated her to a life of luxury and opulence, so she never complained. One day, Psyche’s sisters visited her and were jealous of her new life, so they told her she should try to kill the monster before he killed her.”

      “But… he was kind to her.” Your eyebrows furrowed. “Would he really hurt her?”

      Sunghoon shook his head. “He would never hurt her. He loved her. He… he gave her a child.”

      Your cheeks burned. You looked at your soot-covered hands in your lap.

      “S-so, Psyche…” The prince cleared his throat. “Psyche snuck into his bedroom one night with a dagger and a lantern. When she saw the sleeping monster, she found that he was none other than Eros himself, the god of love and desire. He was so handsome that Psyche was startled and accidentally stabbed herself with one of his arrows. The oil from Psyche’s lantern accidentally splashed on Eros, burning him and causing him to flee to Aphrodite.”

      “Oh, no…”

      He nodded. “Aphrodite was angry with Psyche and told her that she must complete four near-impossible tasks if she ever wanted to see Eros again. Psyche loved Eros, so she agreed.”

      “Did she succeed?”

      “She received a lot of help along the way, but she succeeded. Eros took Psyche to Olympus, and Zeus turned her into a goddess. Psyche and Eros were married as equals, and they had a daughter whose existence represented the union of the human soul and love.”

      “That’s… That’s a very beautiful story, my lord.”

      He nodded, smiling slightly as he ran his long fingers over the cover of the book.

      “I should-” You quickly stood, bending over in an awkward bow. “I should be going now. Thank you for the story, your highness.”

      “I could teach you.” He stood as well.

      “I-I’m not sure if that’s a good idea, my lord.”

      He shook his head. “My name is Sunghoon. Please refer to me as such.”

      The silence in the room hung heavy over your shoulders. 

      “It would help me,” he almost whispered. “The best way to practice is by teaching. You’d be doing me a favor.”

      “You could get in trouble, my l-” You stopped, forcing your tongue to speak a name it had never said aloud before. “S-Sunghoon. I could get in trouble, too.”

      “I’ll make sure that doesn’t happen.” He took a step closer to you and the room started spinning.

      “Alright.” Your voice squeaked out like a mouse.

      He flashed you those brilliant fangs again. “Fantastic. Meet me here at the same time tomorrow. I’ll request that my linens be changed so that nobody will question you.”

      You nodded, feeling completely and utterly enchanted by the prince. Your feet had a mind of their own as they carried you towards the door. You had almost shut it behind you when his voice called out your name again.

      “I’ll see you tomorrow.” He beamed. “I’m looking forward to it.”

      You meant to say, “Me too,” but whether the words ever escaped your throat or not remains a mystery. 


      Sunghoon was a gentle teacher. You sat beside him at his small desk as he wrote the alphabet on a piece of parchment.

      Admittedly, your eyes were more focused on the way his slender fingers delicately held the quill than you were the letters he was writing. You remembered wondering how even his fingernails could be so lovely. 

      “Here,” He snapped you out of your thoughts, handing you the quill. “You try.”

      “O-oh,” You stammered, trying to clear your head. “I… I don’t think I’m ready yet, your highness.”

      “Sunghoon.” He softly smiled at you. “And don’t stress about it, just try. I won’t judge you.”

      You nodded, attempting to hide the way your hand shook as you reached for the quill. It looked awkward in your hand, your fingers clumsily bending to grasp something you’d never held before.

      The prince let out a small laugh, but there was no taunting or belittlement behind it. If you knew any better, you might think that he sounded endeared.

      “Like this.” He lightly placed a perfect hand over yours, gently manipulating your fingers to correctly hold the quill.

      His eyebrows furrowed. “You’re trembling.”

      You self-consciously pulled your hand away from his, setting the quill down on the desk and avoiding his eyes.

      “I’m sorry, your-” You inhaled a shaky breath. “S… Sunghoon. I told you, I don’t think I’m ready yet.”

      Sunghoon nodded, hoping you didn’t notice the redness growing on his ears.

      “That’s alright. Why don’t I teach you what the letters sound like first?”

      Your chest bloomed with warmth. How could you expect any less from your thoughtful, compassionate prince?

      “That would be nice.” 

      He went on, going over each letter and explaining the sound it made, asking you to repeat after him when he demonstrated the noises. Every once in a while, he would point to a letter and ask you to tell him its name.

      You tried to force yourself to not get distracted again, but his scent was intoxicating. He smelled like clean linen and skin and soap, flooding your nose and filling your brain with thoughts of him and only him. You imagined what he must look like after a bath, black hair dripping beads of water that’d fall down his shoulders and chest and—

      “Now, what’s this one called?” He pointed to a letter on the page.

      His neat handwriting stared back at you. “T-that one’s… um,” you shifted in your seat. “That’s…”

      He laughed again, warm and sweet. “I think we’ve practiced enough for today, don’t you?”

      You weren’t the only one with warm cheeks when you looked into his eyes and smiled. Perfect boy.

      “Yes,” You half-whispered. “I think so, too.”

      His eyes stayed on yours for a little longer than necessary. “We can do this whenever you want.” You swore you heard a quiver in his voice.

      “How’s tomorrow and every day after that?” Your words tumbled out before you could barricade them.

      His brilliant smile. “Fantastic.”


      Your vocabulary expanded as the spring matured into summer. After you mastered the alphabet, Sunghoon moved on to words. He taught you “bloom” and “storm” and “birth.” And while the earth thawed and the days got longer, you fell deeper in love with the prince. 

      You also slowly developed the privilege of publicity with him. That is to say, the two of you began meeting in places other than his bedroom. 

      It started in the library. Sunghoon requested that the shelves be dusted to give you an excuse to enter the solemn room. You paced through the endless sea of books with him once your lesson was finished. 

      “You’ll be able to read all of these soon.” Soft fingertips brushed their unworthy spines.

      Then he taught you in the garden. He asked that the weeds in the bed of hyacinths be removed. You wrote words in the rich soil, fingers turning black. His shoulder repeatedly touched yours as you spelled out the words he requested, and you hoped it was on purpose.

      He flipped the pages of a book for you as you slowly read in the Great Hall. He smiled fondly at you when you got words right, gently assisting you when you crossed unfamiliar ones. His touch was starting to feel less foreign. His hand resting against yours felt customary and right.

      People around the castle certainly noticed all the time the prince was spending with you. Your fellow servants noticed first. 

      “The prince has been requesting an awful lot of chores from you lately.” One of your colleagues pointedly stated as you hung linens up to dry.

      Since no question was posed of you, you kept your mouth shut.

      The guards noticed, too. When you slipped out of Prince Sunghoon’s room with a hoarse voice from reading for hours, they only rolled their eyes.

      “Leave her be,” the superiors would say when a young guard questioned your presence. “The prince has chosen her as a companion.”

      You stared at the floor to hide your smile as you scurried back to your quarters. The prince has chosen her.

      Even the king eventually noticed. “I see you’ve taken a liking to a certain servant.” He quipped as the royal family ate a lavish dinner. 

      “Yes,” Sunghoon took a sip of his wine before meeting his father’s eyes. “I like her.”

      The prince’s serious tone indicated that the conversation was to end there, and nobody challenged him. 

      So maybe this forbidden love wasn’t as forbidden as you originally anticipated. Maybe the prince’s steady shift into manhood had affected the way that he was permitted to know you. Maybe boys can’t love girls, but men can love women. 

      It didn’t matter. To know the prince at all was the most impressive acclaim. And you did know him. You knew how the dimples in his cheeks pooled as he laughed. You knew how he ran his fingers through his hair while he talked, pushing it off his forehead. You knew how he hummed and raised his eyebrows when he ate something he liked.

      Every detail pushed you further into the deep end; in this strange space where you were his but he was not yours. 


      Early that autumn, you sat beside the prince underneath a cherry tree as its crimson leaves began to fall. Foliage painted a nearby lake red, setting the water ablaze with the summer’s death. Although you could read simple books on your own now, you asked Sunghoon to read you one of his stories. One of the beautiful, poetic ones that only sounded right when his voice was the one speaking the words.

      It was book fourteen of Homer’s Iliad, rhythmic and beating. His voice carried the story into your head and heart.

      “…There is the heat of Love, the pulsing rush of Longing, the lover’s whisper, irresistible—magic to make the sanest man go mad.” He’d been reading for hours and his velvet voice was starting to tear at the edges.

      Still, the words stirred something inside of you. You tore your eyes away from the scenery to look at him. 

      The book was closed in his lap, a slender finger running through the middle of it to hold his place. You couldn’t tell if the red leaves were reflecting off his cheeks or if he was blushing. 

      It must have been the latter because seconds later, his lips were clumsily falling onto yours. An innocent, almost childlike kiss; lips pressed to lips like the soft cherries that grew from the tree you were sitting under.

      You were the first to pull away. Not because you wanted to stop kissing, but because you had never seen the prince this close before. You brushed your fingertips against his cheek, gently running your thumb over the birthmark underneath his eye. Your other thumb traced over the expanse of his full lips.

      Sunghoon scrunched his nose, giggling under your touch. “T-That tickles.”

      “How are you even more perfect up close?” You giggled through your question, but he flushed a deeper red nonetheless.

      He cupped your cheek, gently lifting your face to his again. His thumb soothingly rubbed your cheekbone as his lips found yours once more.

      These were definitely the hands of a prince. Smooth and uncalloused, never to be used for physical labor, saved for only the most beautiful of tasks. It was an honor to have such gorgeous hands touching your skin; it felt like a sin to use your weathered ones to touch his. 

      The prince didn’t seem to mind. He just kissed you and kissed you and kissed you until the sky was as fiery as the lake with the setting sun. 

      “Sunghoon,” you smiled against his lips, no stutter. “We should get back to the castle soon.”

      “Why?” His pearly fangs. The pools in his cheeks.

      Nothing was more important than this. You shook your head. “Nevermind…” 

      He giggled again, dipping his lips into yours. You stayed like that until the moon was fat in the sky and the crickets started singing. When you finally made your way back to the castle, the prince held your hand, stumbling and laughing through the twilit meadow, drunk off words and kisses.


      Things changed after that. You spent just as much time kissing the prince as you did reading with him, if not more. 

      You went back to meeting in his bedroom, just as you had earlier in the year when your love was still confidential. You sat in front of the same fireplace you had cleaned the first time you were alone with him. The fire blazed, painting the room with orange light. His head rested on your shoulder as you attempted to read The Iliad to him. As the world outside froze over, you’d never felt more warm. 

      So much had changed in only a few months. 

      His lips on your shoulder made the words on the page look fuzzy. “Like the generations of leaves,” your voice wobbled out. “The leaves— uh, wait… The lives of mortal men. N-now the wind scatters…” His lips brushed against your neck.

      “T-the…” You took in a ragged breath. “The wind scatters the old leaves across the earth…” 

      “Now the living timber bursts with the new buds and spring comes round again.” He quoted, his face never leaving your neck. “And so with men,” He kissed your throat. “As one generation comes to life, another dies away.”

      Of course, he could make even death sound seductive.

      “Sunghoon...” A praise, a poem, a cry for help.

      “Kiss me.” His voice sounded small over the roar of the hearth.

      It was the easiest task the prince had ever given you. You held his sharp jaw and pulled his face up to yours. 

      You liked the desperation that was beginning to show in his kisses. You liked knowing that he needed you.  

      The longing only grew stronger as the earth got colder.


      It peaked sometime mid-December, about a week after the prince’s birthday. You knew this time would be different when he kissed you as soon as he opened his bedroom door, skipping the reading part altogether. You could taste the figs and honey he had just eaten for dessert. 

      “I waited an eternity for you.” He breathed against your mouth.

      “You saw me three hours ago.”

      “As I said,” he kissed you again. “An eternity.”

      He is both Eros and Psyche. He is simultaneously the sun and the moon. He is the beautiful mystery of darkness and the warm embrace of light. You wanted to kiss him until your souls fused together.

      But kissing wasn’t enough. You needed to be even closer to him. You needed more. 

      Your hands rested on his chest (was it always that firm?) as you gently pushed him towards his bed. His long legs clumsily staggered backward until his knees folded as they hit the mattress. Although you knew this should be a serious moment, an aura of playfulness was evident in the room. You smiled at each other as if to say, I love you and you love me and we’re doing this together now. 

      Your knees found a place on either side of his lap as you wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him again. Sitting in someone’s lap felt strange and you had no idea what you were doing, you just knew you needed to get closer, closer, closer.

      Sunghoon’s hands shook as they held your waist. “I-I’m sorry,” his voice was small and sweet, “I don’t know how— I mean, I know how, I’ve just never…” His face fell slightly, cheeks pink. “Ah, I’m embarrassed...”

      You held his perfect face. “Never be embarrassed on my account, my love.” Another kiss. “I’ve never done this, either.”


      You nodded with a smile and a hum, and the atmosphere was light again.

      “But surely…” His smiling lips brushed against your collarbone as he looked up at you through his lashes. “Surely you’ve thought of this…?”

      You exhaled, closing your eyes. “Yes. I have.”

      “Tell me. Please... tell me what you’ve thought of.” His lips pressed to your skin. The desperation in his voice made you shiver. 

      “I’ve thought of… your lips.” You kissed them again, still honey-sweet.

      “You’ve told me what you think of my lips.” He smirked. “Tell me something else.”

      “I’ve thought of... your chest. What it must look like underneath your clothes.” You gently slipped a hand into the low V of the collar of his shirt, feeling his heartbeat.

      “Have you?” His voice was barely above a whisper now, cheeks crimson. 

      You nodded again. “I have.”

      His already-rapid heartbeat seemed to increase under your hand. “I hope… I hope it doesn’t disappoint you.”

      “Nonsense.” You shushed him, gently picking up his hand and pressing your lips to the back of it. 

      He visibly relaxed under your touch. “You know,” you toyed with his pretty fingers. “I think about your hands the most.”

      “My hands?” He laughed, soft and dear. “What of my hands?”

      “They’re beautiful. I want to feel them everywhere… all over me.” 

      He smiled as his fingers played with the hem of your dress. “So be it. This might need to come off, though.”

      You smiled back at him. “So be it.”

      You stood up, turning around so that Sunghoon could get started undoing the long line of buttons down your back. The task didn’t seem to bother him; in fact, his kisses down your spine as more skin was slowly revealed only made the moment more intimate. You could feel a familiar heartbeat between your legs that you usually felt when you thought of the prince.

      By the time your dress was unbuttoned and slipping off your shoulders, some of your confidence had wavered. You had never been naked in front of another person before, and being naked in front of the most beautiful person in the world was starting to sound more scary than sensual. 

      Your arms instinctively folded over your chest.

      “Turn around, darling.” That desperate tone. “Please, let me see you.”

      “I’m…” Your voice was small and unsure. “I’m… shy.”

      He let out another sweet giggle, peppering kisses all over your back. “What was it? Never be embarrassed on my account, my love.” His impression of your voice made you laugh, too.

      “Sunghoon…” You whined, “Don’t tease me.”

      “I know, love,” He let out one last chuckle. “I’m sorry.”

      “How’s this…” He pulled you closer to him so you were almost in his lap again, “Lay against me like this.”

      You looked over your shoulder at him as he did an awkward sort of crab walk on the bed until his back was against his headboard. He laughed at himself once he was situated, opening his arms and raising his eyebrows at you.

      You wondered if everybody laughed this much their first time. You sat on the bed, clumsily moving your own limbs until you were sitting between his long, slender legs. His soft fingertips danced along your back.

      As always, his touch was intoxicating. You slowly felt yourself leaning into it until your bare back was pressed against his clothed chest, your head resting on his shoulder. 

      “Beautiful…” His gentle hands brushed over your breasts, making your breath catch in your throat. “Is this alright?” 

      “Yes,” you breathed, “More.”

      “I know, love.” His fingertips softly groped the flesh. “You want to feel them everywhere.”

      He chuckled again, and you joined him in laughter when his hands brushed over your stomach. 

      “You’re ticklish here?” He kissed your neck through giggles, his hands continuing to roam your belly.

      “Ah- s-stop,” you laughed, “S-Sunghoon, please.” You rested a hand on his cheek to force him to look at you. “P-please.”

      His laughter slowly faded into a smile as he looked in your eyes, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips. Neither of you could force yourselves to pull away, so you kept kissing as his hands moved downward. 

      His fingers brushed past your hips down to your thighs, and you spread yourself open for him when he touched your sensitive inner thighs. “So soft…” He mumbled against your lips, fingers moving closer and closer to where you needed him most.

      You had to close your eyes to keep yourself from getting dizzy, resting your forehead against his when he finally touched you there. You were embarrassed at how wet you’d gotten but he seemed to like it, humming against your lips as he kissed you.

      His gorgeous fingers were unskilled but eager to learn. They shook slightly as they softly rubbed over your core, no method behind his movements; touching just to feel, to explore.

      You let out a noise you’d never made before when the pad of his middle finger brushed against a certain spot, a spot that you’d only ever touched by yourself at night to feel some relief when the heartbeat between your legs wouldn’t go away.

      “Did that feel good?”

      You nodded, biting your lip and closing your eyes again.

      What a fast learner he was. His fingers circled and gently flicked over the bud, studying your reactions and making note of what got louder noises to come out of your mouth.

      You wondered how such pleasure could even exist. Your own fingers never felt this heavenly. He was a god, you were sure. 

      You couldn’t help how your hips moved towards his hand. An unfamiliar feeling was starting to build in your stomach, and you didn’t know what to do except chase it.

      And he had quickly figured something out; this one particular movement of his fingers that felt better than any earthly pleasure you’d ever felt. The feeling completely inebriated your brain, voiding all thoughts other than the prince’s fingers on your cunt.

      “Don’t stop,” you begged, “You’ll kill me if you stop.”

      His other hand gripped the plush of your thigh, carving little crescents into the flesh with his fingernails.

      “You’re gorgeous when you’re falling apart.” 

      You mewled at the praise. The pressure in your lower stomach was starting to feel so euphoric it was almost unbearable. Something needed to happen but you didn’t know what. Your sanity was quite literally in his hands.

      Just when you thought you couldn’t take anymore, his fingertips quirked in a way that made the pressure explode. Your body felt hot and then cold and then hot again, lightning shooting through every vein and nerve. Your thighs closed around his hand as your body involuntarily caved in on itself. 

      Sunghoon just gently kissed what skin he could reach, coaxing you through your orgasm as he tried to restrain himself from rutting against your back. 

      It took a few minutes for you to piece your body back together and completely come back down to earth, but Sunghoon was waiting for you when you finally did. 

      “That was incredible, darling,” He kissed your temple. “So beautiful.”

      You suddenly didn’t feel so shy anymore. You flipped around, pressing yourself flush against him and there was one layer of cloth between your bare bodies. One layer too many, you decided, and tugged the hem of his shirt up as you kissed him.

      More giggles filled the room when the shirt was pulled over his head, making his hair stick up in different directions. You ran your fingers through the dark tresses, smoothing them down and pulling his face to yours again in yet another kiss. 

      “My heart.” You smiled against his lips. 

      Your hands finally slid down his neck to his chest, where you could still feel his soft pulse beneath your fingertips. His stomach rose up and down as you pressed your palms against it. His flesh was hard but his skin was soft; a perfect oxymoron just like the rest of the boy. You’d waited a lifetime for this.

      “Perfection.” You breathed. “You’re everything.”

      “You’re not disappointed?” He blushed.

      “Disappointed? I couldn’t conjure such a perfect image if I tried.” You smiled down at him. “You’re better than a dream.”

      That delicious desperation was in his eyes again. He leaned up, connecting his mouth to yours. 

      You thought about how much your kisses had changed since that night under the cherry tree. Back then, your kisses were short and sweet, continuous little pecks of stolen affection. Now, they were slow and soft, melting like candy in your mouth, setting your whole body on fire.

      Sunghoon inhaled sharply when your leg unintentionally brushed up against his crotch.

      “I think these need to come off.” You dipped your fingers into the waist of his trousers.

      He nodded, lifting his hips so you could help him pull off the clothing. You’d never seen a man naked before, but you were sure that Sunghoon was going to skew your standards for the rest of your life. He was prettier than any panting, more captivating than any statue. Michelangelo should be jealous that such a perfect muse was yours. 

      “Can I touch you?” 

      “I’ll die if you don’t.”

      You smiled and kissed him again, wrapping your fingers around his erection. He made a noise you’d never heard before when your hand slowly started moving up and down. 

      “That feels good?”

      You’d never seen the prince at such a loss for words. “M-mhm.”

      You continued kissing him and moving your hand, drinking in his gorgeous little moans and whimpers like wine. After a few minutes, he felt even harder than he did when you started, dripping lubricant over your fingers.

      “Do you want to try…” Your cheeks heated as you looked down. “I mean, can we…”

      “Yes.” He breathed, begged. “Please.”

      You kept him in your hand, experimentally sliding his tip up and down your slit. You were actually just trying to figure out exactly how to get him inside of you, but the gesture made him whimper in pleasure and squirm against the sheets. 

      It was too much. He was too arousing, too desirable. You needed him inside of you yesterday.

      Finally, his tip dipped into your entrance. You both sighed at the feeling and his hand moved up to grip your thigh. You met his eyes, dark and captivating as ever.

      You kept your eyes on his as you ever-so-slowly eased him into you, slightly wincing as he stretched you out. The sweet boy was truly worried that he was hurting you but felt so good that he had a difficult time getting words out.

      “A-are…” A shaky inhale. “Are you alright, darling?”

      You nodded, picking up his other hand to press his knuckles to your lips. “Keep your hands on me.” You pressed his palm to the valley of your breasts as you adjusted to his full length inside of you. 

      You rested your hands on his firm stomach to stabilize yourself as your hips almost involuntarily rocked against him in tiny little thrusts. You moaned softly while you got used to the feeling of being filled. Your prince was so patient and so unbelievably hard.

      Relief washed over him when you finally moved your hips up and down rather than back and forth. You went slow at first, sliding him all the way in and almost all the way out a few times before finding a rhythm. 

      He was soon making those sweet noises again, tiny whimpers escaping his lips in time with your movements. And the more you moved, the better it felt. His hand found a place in the curve of your waist, soothingly brushing his thumb against your skin as you built up a pace. 

      Sunghoon’s already perfect face looked even more gorgeous like this. His eyebrows were furrowed in pleasure, dark eyes even darker with desire, his plump lips parted in a moan. Every now and again, he’d clench his jaw and grit his teeth before dropping his mouth open to gasp. You could watch him like this forever. 

      But flames were starting to build in your thighs. You wanted to hold out as long as you could for your angel, but the burning was starting to become unbearable. Your legs shook as you pathetically attempted to continue bouncing on his cock.

      He knew just what to do (of course he did, that perfect boy) and gently flipped you over, wrapping one of your legs around his waist in the process. You tried not to stare at his biceps flexing as he propped himself up.

      Sunghoon picked up your hand and placed it on his face, pressing his lips to the area just beneath your thumb as he started thrusting into you. 

      So this is what they mean when they say ‘making love,’ you thought. 

      For the first time that night, your sex made noise. A gentle slapping, a sound to remind you yes, this is real; yes, it’s really him inside of you right now.

      You wrapped your other leg around his waist, hooking your ankles behind him. He let out a loud, gorgeous noise and quickened his thrusts. You’d always imagined what he would look like from this angle.

      This feeling was amazing but so different from the first one. His tip was bumping a spot inside of you that you didn’t even know existed, and you could almost feel the beginnings of another sneeze-like sensation building.

      But Sunghoon’s thrusts were getting messier, less coordinated. His moans were becoming increasingly desperate. You slid your hand up through his hair and gently tugged it, pulling his head down to your level. 

      “You look gorgeous when you’re falling apart.” You whispered into the shell of his ear.

      He cried out as he released inside of you, burying his face in your neck and softly biting. As he rode out his high, he briefly pushed himself back up so you could see his face. Unsurprisingly, his orgasm expression was nothing short of perfect, with pretty parted lips and furrowed brows. You rested your foreheads against each other once he had completely finished, both panting. This was the warmest you’d felt all night.

      You weren’t sure who started giggling first, but you were both smiling when he kissed you again. He reached for a handkerchief on his nightstand, dipping the corner of it in his silver basin. He used the damp cloth to clean up what spilled as he pulled out of you, neatly folding it back up once he finished cleaning himself off, as well. He cupped your cheek, and you pressed your lips to his hand once more. 

      “Light of my life.” You whispered, almost to yourself.

      He beamed down at you. “Love of mine.”

      Sunghoon lied down on his stomach and pressed his plump lips to your collarbone, resting his precious head on your chest. “Our love is the kind they write stories about.” He hummed against your skin. 

      As the angel traced his fingertips over your body, you thought about just what kind of story your love would turn out to be. A prince and a servant: a tale as old as time, ill-fated from the start. He was yours today but the existence of tomorrow was both a promise and a threat. You thought about six months in the future, a year in the future, six years in the future.

     “Promise me you’ll remember this.” You whispered. 

      He lifted his head to look at your teary eyes, immediately moving to hold your face. “Stop that, darling, stop it.” He kissed your cheeks. “I couldn’t forget you if I drank the entire River Lethe.” 

      His naivety broke your heart. Nobody warns you how painful it is to be star-crossed.

      “Sunghoon… In a few years…”

      His stomach sank as he slowly realized the causation of your sorrow. 

      “...You’re half of my soul.” His voice cracked through his whisper. “I’ll love you ‘till the sky falls.”

      His head fell on your chest again and you held him as you both quietly wept. His gorgeous back rose and fell unevenly with his staggered breathing, and you remembered how you used to sneak glimpses of it when he changed clothes. The stretch marks that used to paint his spine were long faded now. You stroked his hair, vision blurry with tears. 

      You recalled Sunghoon’s silk voice reading Achilles’ words only weeks ago.

      Any moment might be our last. Everything is more beautiful because we're doomed. You will never be lovelier than you are now. We will never be here again.

      And all you could do was hold him and hold him and hold him as tears rolled down your cheeks, a silent curse to the gods for being so cruel.

    #sunghoon x reader #sunghoon/reader#sunghoon imagines#sunghoon smut#enhypen smut #enhypen hard hours #enhypen x reader #enhypen x y/n #park sunghoon#enhypen fanfiction#sunghoon fanfic
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  • wiltingdaisies
    04.12.2021 - 22 hours ago


    ✧.* 𝐒𝐀𝐘 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 .ೃ࿐ / masterlist !

    ⇚ previous | next ⇛

    synopsis ! when jake has to leave for university, his relationship with his high school sweetheart becomes rocky. he thought he would do anything to salvage their relationship, but being miles away creates more than physical distance between the two teens.

    note ! the “sherlock holmes” gc is in jungwon’s pov and the “og 7” gc is in jake’s.

    @sprngfeverr , i saw your note on my taglist form that you don’t get notifications when i update ! usually it tags you but today when i tried it said “no blog found” i think it may be an issue with tumblr because another person from my taglist experienced the same problem :( hopefully we can figure it out but if not, i try to update on tuesdays, thursdays, and sundays between 8am and 11 pm MST (United States).

    【taglist】 | [current status: open ! join the ‘say you’re my love’ taglist at this link !]

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  • oddeonu
    03.12.2021 - 1 day ago

    [ JUNGWON’S NOONA 📬 ] — fight or flight mode

    as soon as the doorbell rang, Yang Jungwon was already dressed up, in his fight or flight mode. the 02z were right outside his front porch, and to say he was displeased was an understatement.

    Yang Jungwon was furious.

    how dare they show up without informing his parents first? after all, Jake was your tutor; not Sunghoon, not Jay.

    “where are you two going?” your mom asks, “Jungwon, honey, you still haven’t finished your homework.”

    “I’ll finish it after I go on a grocery run with noona!” Jungwon replies, nervously chuckling. he just wants to get away from here. far away.

    he knew what the 02z were capable of. Kyungmi, his older sister, had dated one of them before the start of her freshman year of uni.

    Park Sunghoon. the name made Jungwon shiver in disgust. he hated Park Sunghoon with all his guts.

    “good afternoon, Mrs. Yang.” the cheerful voice of Jake greets, “I brought some of my friends along if you didn’t mind, they’re also fantastic at math and physics.”

    Great. Jungwon thinks. now he was in the presence of 02z, who he so greatly… despised.

    “let me turn that frown upside down little Yangie!” Sunghoon says, cringing at himself right after. He knows Jungwon doesn’t like him; he makes it so painfully obvious when him and Kyungmi were still together.

    “please do not call me that,” Jungwon scowls.

    As soon as your mom is out of the room, Sunghoon glares at Jungwon, pushing the boy back slightly.

    “i don’t know what your problem is Yang Jungwon, but remember, i am older than you, so stop acting like a little shit just because you have some imaginary beef with me.”

    “listen Mr. “I think I’m better than everybody else”, I could care less if you’re older than me. you know why i hate you? because you’re so fucking entitled and you don’t deserve my sister. so don’t even think about trying anything on her today or i’ll shove you right up Jay’s ass.”

    Jay internally cringed at Jungwon’s words, giving the boy a glare, “did you really have to use my ass as a threat?”

    his question isn’t answered, though, because just right after, Yang Kyungmi walks down the stairs, confused and a bit startled at the sudden presence of her ex and his best friends.

    “Oh.” she says awkwardly, “i didn’t know you were going to be here.”

    “well Kyungmi—” before Sunghoon could finish his sentence, Jungwon grabs his sisters’ hand and walks straight out the front door without another word.

    Jay snickers at that and Sunghoon gives him a shove, muttering what’s so funny huh?

    due to all the commotion, you too come down and oh how you wished you hadn’t.

    “Hi.” you say, raising your eyebrows at the scene.

    “don’t fucking talk to me right now.” Sunghoon says, his jaw tightly clenched.

    Jay shoots you an apologetic look, “sorry for him, he just got his heart broken.”

    “shut up!”

    oh this was going to be a long day.

    SYNOPSIS — the 02z, one of the most famous trios in all of belift high. they’re practically stuck to the hip and if together; create a bunch of chaos. so when jake starts tutoring people, park sunghoon gets bored and offers his best buds a bet. whoever wins the heart of jake’s classmate, yang y/n, gets a hundred bucks. it just also happens that y/n is jungwon’s sister, who absolutely despises them.

    masterlist / previous / next

    taglist 1 ( is closed ! ) — @acciomylove @primorange @youreverydayzebra @baekhyunstruly @ssunnk @maeumiloml @icywhatim @mykalon @sunvishine @abdiitcryy @nyfwyeonjun @yurazuyori @luvrseung @kyleeanne @clear-color-hair @jaysfaves @stoatwashere @ahnneyong @ch1-fuyu @k1ttyl1x @jjun4thitboy @yenart @cha-raena @mitsukifilms @strawbrinkofdeath @c9tnoos @sunoosbestie @steph507 @rinyx @emobeomgyu @ilvaussie @wonbb @rikisnotforsale @tobiosbbyghorl @darkheartpeace @sunarindior @yizhoutv @yourlocalhotgf @junityy @luv4dream @maeumiluv @woopetals @cosmiclele @pixyseeun @hobistigma @pepperrye

    taglist 2 ( is open ! ) ask me in inbox or masterlist replies.

    #omg i HAVENT posted in 3 days #IVE BEEN SO BUSY W PREPARING FINALS ++ I have a whole theater show to be @ today omfg😭 #but enjoy this crappy chapter!! muah #enhypen#enhypen angst#enhypen fluff#enhypen headcanons#enhypen imagines#enhypen reactions#enhypen scenarios#enhypen smau #enhypen social media au #enhypen x female reader #sunghoon imagines #sunghoon x reader #jay imagines #jay x reader #jake imagines #jake x reader
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  • jayflrt
    03.12.2021 - 1 day ago

    // nsfw warning

    i do not give myself enough credit for this para it’s kinda funny 2 me

    #i imagined whole lives for them with that one line #a whole scene of sunghoon just not knowing how to play the one trademarked Rich Person Sport #and jake sucking at the standard Rich Person Major
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  • agoldsunsword
    03.12.2021 - 1 day ago


    [CH O1. ...maybe i should back into hiding...]


    ##SYNOPSIS: jake adores debating; his world revolves around it and he practically eats, sleeps and breathes the life-long hobby. not allowing anyone to tarnish his dreams, the maverick is used to doing things by himself and by his ways only, but then y/n returns and all of his plans for the new debating season takes a massive turn. not to mention, the two absolutely loathe each other and are partnered up for the rest of the academic year…


    taglist;; @hakuyeo @mykalon​ @ahnneyong still open!

    an;; i posted this a few tens of minutes later, i count that as an achievement actually -.- and yours truly has reached the media limit, so underscores will be the post breaks until further notice -_-

     anyways, enjoy an ACTUAL first chapter!!


    << CH. O1 >>
    #enhypen#enhypen fanfic#enhypen ff#enhypen imagines#enhypen imagin#enhypen timestamps#enhypen oneshots #enhypen x reader #enhypen romance#enhypen angst #enhypen sm su #enhypen social media au #enhypen au #jake x reader #heeseung x reader #jay x reader #sunghoon x reader #sunoo x reader #jungwon x reader #niki x reader #jake imagine#jake imagines#jake fanfic#txt #txt sm au #txt x reader #txt social media au #txt ff#txt fanfic #taehyun x reader
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  • tashazone
    03.12.2021 - 1 day ago

    Chess Club Crush [Part 1]

    Pairing: Sim Jaeyun x gn!reader / Lee Heeseung x gn!reader

    Genre: highschool! au, lovetriangle! au, friends to lovers! au, fluff, crack, lil angsty

    Synopsis: (Y/N), a new student at Enhypen High, exhibits interest in becoming the eighth member of the school’s unfunded chess club. Needless to say, the reader befriends the respective members, and even ends up helping the club shoot to national chess stardom. Inevitably, (y/n)’s relationship with one particular member flourishes throughout their time spent together. (Part 1)

    Word Count: 1.3 k

    Warning: Some swearing, didn’t proofread… don’t sue me lol

    A/N: Don’t worry if you have limited or no knowledge about chess! I attempted to break down everything to understandable bits, no need to be scared off <3


    “Damn it, I’m almost late to the meeting.” I mutter, practically flying through the hallway. There were lots of clubs holding their bi-weekly, after-school meetings in different rooms, and as a new student, I was hopelessly lost . “Finally, room 301,” I said, flinging open the door, to be immediately met by an almost irritatingly chipper kid, a kid who barely reached my shoulders in height. “Welcome to the free hug club, friend! Bring it in!”, they shouted gleefully, closing in on me. “Oh wow, I think I’ll pass… sorry I didn’t mean to uh… join the free hug club, I’m looking for the chess club.” The kid is visibly disappointed but nonetheless cheerfully says, “that’s room 310, not 301 you silly goose!” I could have sworn that the announcement bulletin board had said that it was room 301, but in spite of that, with a barely audible goodbye, I darted out of the room, both embarrassed and almost completely at a loss for words.

    I was for sure going to be hopelessly late to the meeting, “gonna make a great first impression” I thought. As I approach room 310, I notice it’s at the end of the hallway and is obviously quieter than the rooms other clubs had occupied. Catching your breath from the exhaustive running I just did, I peer into the window, with a view of two boys playing chess, with the rest watching them, however, my thoughts are rudely interrupted by a sarcastic voice. “Are you going to come in, or are you going to stand there like a moron all day?” Embarrassed yet again, I sheepishly open the door saying, “sorry I’m late, I got kinda lost back there, didn’t know what room we were gonna meet in.”

    There were two kids playing chess, completely uninterested in what was happening, and five other kids staring at me, some with an apologetic look, and some with no discernible expression. Eventually one of them speaks up, “Hi, I’m Jungwon, the president of the chess club. Sorry about Heeseung, he’s always been more on the sarcastic side,” he then gives an expectant glare to who I now assume is Heeseung. “...my bad, I’m Heeseung.” Jungwon continues, “anyways, the two playing chess are Jake and Sunghoon; but the other guys beside me are Niki, Sunoo and Jay.” I introduce myself as (y/n), to which the others give a greet me, while the two playing chess give me a grunt of acknowledgement.

    “Soooo”, I start, “where are the rest of the chess boards?” After saying this, I am immediately met with laughter by all members, even the two previously engrossed in their own little chess world. “That’s cute,” said Jay, “they actually think we’re given any funding.” Sunoo pipes in saying, “bold of you to assume the school gives a shit about anything other than sports.” “Hey!”, goes Niki, “isn’t chess technically a sport??” Immediately after saying this, Niki and Sunoo start bickering about whether chess was a sport or not, while Jungwon facepalms. “I’m shocked you’d even be interested in joining the club at this point,” Jungwon says in an exasperated tone.

    “No, I love chess! Actually, my grandpa was a chess grandmaster, he taught me all there is,” I say, trying to emphasize my interest in chess. At this point, attention is once again on me, with all members looking at me in disbelief. “Wow, so lying through your teeth and looking at people through small windows are two of your biggest hobbies, huh?,” said Heeseung. Getting tired of Heeseung’s bullshit, I retort, “I'm seasoned in the arts, but clearly being a jackass has got to be your favorite pastime.” Heeseung rolls his eyes while Niki immediately shoots questions at a mile a minute. “What was their strategy?”, “When did they start teaching you?”, “Do grandmasters get a lot of mone-.”

    “DAMN IT”, yells Sunghoon, “YOU ONLY WON BECAUSE THEY DISTRACTED ME!” Jake pacifies Sunghoon, “you were great, we can always have a rematch when it’s our week to use the chessboard.” “But that’s in two weeks…” Sunghoon says dejectedly. “Wait a minute, you have to wait weeks to play?” I said, confused. “Duhh, there’s only one chess board, do you think we can just all play at the same bloody time,” said Sunoo. “Trust me (y/n), we all wish there was more than one, it’s not like they're expensive or anything, the school’s just uninterested in anything that doesn’t involve sweating like a pig,” sneered Jungwon.

    Suddenly an idea hit me, “hold up, I’ve got three extra chess boards at home, I’m sure my parents won’t mind me borrowing them.” The boys visibly become excited, however, my statement doesn’t protect myself from another one of Heeseung’s sarcastic quips, “who in their right mind needs more than one chess board though?” Jay nudges Heeseung, “listen, you can just watch us play since you’re so against us having extra boards.” “No! Fine…” sighs Heeseung.

    “We’ve got like 10 minutes until the school kicks us out for the weekend, our next meeting is this Monday, so make sure you remember to bring the chess boards, ok?”, goes Jungwon. “I’ve got a better idea,” goes Jake, “just give me your number, I’ll remind you over the weekend. After all we’re counting on you (y/n), no pressure!” Suddenly, I feel my face going warm, “so he’s cute and friendly, I’m definitely going to make this real awkward, real quick,” I thought to myself. “Uhm, yeah, I’ll just put it in my phone…” “Wait, shouldn't you put your number in my phone?” Jake laughs. “Damn it. Yeah you’re right, I forgot,” trying to laugh off my cringeworthy moment.

    “That’s unfair! How come (y/n) can get your number but I can’t?” Niki whines. “That’s because you dropped your phone into the toilet! You don’t have a phone anymore, dingbat,” Sunoo shouts. “Oh yeah…” Niki says sheepishly.


    It’s Sunday, and I’ve been texting back and forth with Jake. He’s been super sweet and even went out of his way to describe each of the chess club member’s personalities and their dynamic within the group. It was similar to the meeting on Friday, Heeseung having a dry sense of humor, Jungwon being the more mature member in the club, Sunoo and Niki finding any possible opportunity to bicker, along with an easygoing Jay, and Sunghoon, a notoriously sore-loser. I asked Jake for the rest of the members' numbers and Jake, being a sweet friend, happily obliged, meaning I now had means of communication with all members of the chess club… sans Niki, because well, Sunoo explained his lack of a cell phone back on Friday.

    My parents were cool with my taking of the chess boards and the respective pieces, so long as they were not damaged, after all, they were sentimental since they belonged to my late grandpa. All they said was that I should bear in mind that these boards were on the expensive side, but nonetheless, they trusted me. Besides, they weren’t exactly opposed to their child making new friends through chess. While I was daydreaming about Jake and haphazardly doing my biology homework I heard my phone go off. I checked to see who it was, to find an unknown number telling me “hey (y/n), at ur place, come outside we’re going to get food together.” Obviously I was on edge, I just moved here, and I had the numbers of the rest of the members, who the hell could this be? I text back, “who are u, how do u know where I live?”, to which the unknown number goes, “just look outside dummy”.

    I decide to get up and look out my window and I am met with both shock and confusion. How the hell did this guy know where I lived, and why would they wanna hang out with me, we just met like two days ago???


    Part 2 coming Friday, December 10th, 2021

    #enhypen#enhypenimagines #enhypen x reader #enhypen x y/n #enhypen fluff #niki x reader #jungwon x reader #sunoo x reader #sunghoon x reader #sim jake x reader #park jay x reader #heeseung x reader #niki imagines#jungwon imagines#sunoo imagines#sunghoon imagines #sim jake imagines #park jay imagines #heeseung imagines#kpop#kpopimagines#nishimura riki#sim jaeyoon#yang jungwon#park jongseong#park sunghoon#kim sunoo#lee heeseung #enhypen high school au #enhypen crack
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  • agoldsunsword
    03.12.2021 - 1 day ago


    [PROFILE O3. privs & extras]

    y/n’s priv
    using this more often than you think (most of the story would have this account used than the main). only their friends follow this account
    jake’s priv
    rarely used. but when he does use it, his friends go all worry-wart on him and start questioning him. like?? can he not rant privately and shit tears??
    hybe high debate
    twitter account for hybe high debate. ‘accidentally’ posts memes from time to time, but it's literally run by a gen z so what else are we expecting?

    ##SYNOPSIS: jake adores debating; his world revolves around it and he practically eats, sleeps and breathes the life-long hobby. not allowing anyone to tarnish his dreams, the maverick is used to doing things by himself and by his ways only, but then y/n returns and all of his plans for the new debating season takes a massive turn. not to mention, the two absolutely loathe each other and are partnered up for the rest of the academic year…

    taglist;; @hakuyeo @mykalon​ @ahnneyong​ still open!!

    a/n;; since this isn't much, i'll post the actual first chapter in a few (minutes? hours? idk, but definitely today). hope you are ready for the drama to commence. he. he. he.


    << pr. O3 >>

    #enhypen #enhypen x reader #enhypen imagines#enhypen imagine#enhypen oneshots#enhypen timestamps#enhypen angst#enhypen romance#enhypen au #enhypen sm au #enhypen social media au #enhypen fanfic#enhypen ff #jake x reader #heeseung x reader #jay x reader #sunghoon x reader #sunoo x reader #jungwon x reader #niki x reader #txt#txt au#txt imagines #txt sm au #txt social media au #txt x reader #taehyun x reader #yeonjun x reader #beomgyu x reader
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  • atrirose
    03.12.2021 - 1 day ago
    Tears ⸻ kim sunoo

    [ 12:05 am ] — YOU WALKED down the aisle, your heels clicking on the marble floor whilst you gripped on your dress as anxiety hit your nerves again.

    'here comes the bride' music began to play as everyone's eyes where on you, you took a sharp and long breath as the dress tighten around your chest, its almost suffocating.

    getting out of your dozing off, you looked before you their he stood, kim sunoo, the love of your life. It set your world on fire then sent shivers down your spine, the sunlit face and bright brown orbs you knew too well stood before you looking oh so out of the world. His smiling face pleased the great crowd but his eyes had that glint as if he was ready to break into tears.

    You remembered the feels that burn in your brain, like how his lips felt against yours the moment he asked you out or how his eyes follow you with admiring longings.

    as you walk to him admiring his ethereal beauty, those brown eyes sucking you in but his eyes are no longer on you. " hey you are supposed to stand here" your best friend said as you turn to look at her.

    a painful lump forms in your throat as several painful and dull needles stabs your heart, trying your best to suppress your emotion that could erupt any minute you hung your head down and walk towards her.

    a bridesmaid. Yeah thats right that was all you were.

    You heaved a breath as you saw her walking down the aisle, arms interlocked with your father as she smiled with bright eyes and walked towards sunoo.

    "You must be happy for her" your best friend whispered "huh?" You snapped your head towards her, you couldn't process her simple words because your mind was more than occupied thinking it was not you who is marrying him. "for your sister dummy" she lightly tapped your shoulder.

    Your sister and love of your life are getting married. It hits you thousand times more than anything. You tried not to break down, oh you really did. but the moment he said "I do" with shaky voice.

    It all broke, your emotions were no longer in control, you could feel blood on your skin as you gripped to hard on your bare arms. Your tears stinging by the words uttered

    He still loved you but in the wrong life

    #enhypen #enhypen x reader #enhypen imagines#sunoo imagines#enhypen sunoo #sunoo x reader #sunoo drabbles#sunoo oneshots#jungwon imagines #jungwon x reader #niki x reader #sunghoon imagines #park jay x reader #sim jake x reader #park jay imagines #sim jake imagines #sunghoon x reader #sunoo fluff#kim sunoo
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