Enhypen 02z As (not So) Cliche Character Tropes In School Slash Campus Setting

don’t you think you’ve forgotten something? | enhypen heeseung x enhypen sunghoon

as someone wise once said; getting your id card, hitting your 20s, and eventually entering the bustling busy workforce world don’t automatically turn you into a full fledged responsible adult in a blink—being naturally forgetful, clumsy, and has this odd tendency of losing his things multiple times (expensive ones included, imagine losing three pairs of earphones in less than a year), lee heeseung can totally relate to the wise saying. hence why he won’t stop thanking the world for making him falling in love with park sunghoon—his long time best friend, roommate, and eventually boyfriend who’s younger yet much more careful and has better self management compared to himself.

and this morning was pretty much the same; heeseung stayed up late to play fifa with ni-ki (the high school prodigy who lives next door) despite having an early shift and ended up waking up late. sunghoon surely tried his best as usual in assisting so the older won’t mess up things further.

and right before heeseung opened the shared apartment’s door-

“don’t you think you’ve forgotten something?” sunghoon asked playfully, subtle smirk spread across his face.

heeseung stopped his rushing steps, whipped his head to see sunghoon wearing his playful smirk. he took the time to process what the younger meant, somehow not caring at the fact he’s running up late.

oh.

and heeseung simply left a light peck on sunghoon’s lips, leaving the bittersweet taste of his familiar coffee on the younger’s cherry balmed lines.

total silence for a moment.

“wait, why is your face turning red? are you perhaps feverish-“ heeseung left confused and worried.

“Lord, why do i even date someone as clueless as you?” sunghoon quickly replied. “well, i appreciate the kiss but what you’ve forgotten is this.” his hands revealing heeseung’s wallet, face a blushing mess as he isn’t really one for physical affection despite actually liking it.

“you don’t need any reason to date someone like me, hoon.” heeseung cheekily responded.

“i’m unimpressed with the self confidence, mr. lee—anyways, see you later then?”

“see you later, love!”

esquire korea dino x seventeen home

malibu nights | enhypen jay

trigger warning! suggestively and/or mention of suicide

based on malibu nights by lany

losing you isn’t something jay would have ever wished—leave alone wishing it, he never dared to think neither imagine it. he simply can’t lose you, he needs you first and foremost.

but then, he lost you.

Phone is quiet, walls are bare No one even has to know I'm dealing with it on my own I got way too much time to be this hurt

hundreds of missed calls, thousands of unread texts. many tried to reach him, making sure he’s still there yet it just emptied him further—the pity, the grief, the void confinement of your shared apartment, everything.

hours lingered, midnights passed, and jay’s still the happiest about you—and maybe that’s why he’s the most devastated about you too, maybe.

What do you do with a broken heart? Once the light fades, everything is dark

it’s not like jay wanted to settle himself in the tragedy forever, he tried almost everything to get back on his feet after a while. yet losing you turns to be a long life haemophilia, it bleeds, bleeds, and bleeds—until he found himself drowning in the deep sea of cerise sadness.

I feel my body giving up Can I hold on for another night? What do I do with all this time?

so the universe decided to put his fight to an end. he has engraved your existence way too deep nevertheless—too deep that rather than healing the eternal scar, why not pierce it further?

rest easy, love.

아 그리고 달이 참 밝네요 | seventeen wonwoo

loosely based on 180906 wonwoo ending ment during ideal cut in japan, enjoy!

it is thursday, specifically a rainy one at night. you have just finished your work and ready to leave the office until a certain notification from your phone caught your attention.

[Jeon Wonwoo]: Are you still up for the dinner? You know that we can always reschedule it.

oh my, the mere mention of his name already made your senses overwhelmed in a good way.

jeon wonwoo is... a childhood friend? your long-time crush? the only one who succeeded at making you feel home by simply looking at his cat-like eyes? well, you like to call him your kindest companion; more than a treasured childhood friend but less than the love of your life despite the thought of you actually loving him seriously has occurred several times—feelings are scary when they involve someone you’ve known your whole life, you thought.

your senses regained their composure and you quickly responded to wonwoo’s text.

[You]: yes, i’m still up. i’ll be waiting outside the building, just text me when you got here.

[Jeon Wonwoo]: Wait inside the lobby, it’s raining.

with that being said, you're doing as wonwoo asked that is waiting for him inside the lobby.

for more context, wonwoo and you are childhood friends. you both used to attend the same school since kindergarten but got ‘separated’ during university and this made you initially assumed that you both would drift apart, though what happened was the total opposite. you both managed to keep in touch by texting and/or facetiming at ungodly hour, either ranting about troublesome projects or breaking down over stressful finals week. you've seen each other in your most vulnerable states and surely it strengthened the bond between.

after a little over fifteen minutes of waiting, your vision caught a familiar tall figure in a typical urban office worker attire, his slightly wet hair almost reached his cat-like eyes, also the round glasses that you always find endearing on him from time to time—it's no other than wonwoo.

"did you wait long? i have the umbrella with me."

"i'm sure you know the answer to that question," you grinned. "you're not the type to make others wait and if it's you i know i can wait for an eternity."

wonwoo just chuckled at your remarks and you both made your way to his car while sharing the umbrella. after putting the umbrella in the backseat, wonwoo drove the way to the agreed restaurant. the restaurant was nice, you both enjoyed the meals and managed to talk about a lot of stuff. then it was almost midnight when wonwoo suggested that he should drive you home soon as the both of you still have work tomorrow.

"i'll walk you until the elevator," wonwoo said as the sight of your apartment's building started to be visible.

"okay."

you've already stepped inside the elevator yet wonwoo is still there—just a few steps in front of the elevator, but instead of facing you, his eyes are glued to the lobby's window that is displaying the night sky. right before the elevator's door got closed, wonwoo turned his back then said-

"oh and the moon is so bright."

suddenly, your mind is being flooded with a particular high school memory. there were wonwoo and you baring younger facial features, wearing the sunkissed school uniforms, sitting next to each other in the town's library after school. he was reading a copy of natsume soseki's cat and you were doing your physics homework. it was quiet until wonwoo said something that you still hold closely until this day.

"did you know that the saying 'the moon is beautiful' or ‘the moon is so bright’ could be interpreted as 'i love you'?"

"hm? no... i guess?" you responded, a bit surprised.

“it is said that when natsume soseki was still working as a high school english teacher,” wonwoo started to explain with his index finger pointing to the name ‘natsume soseki’ on the book he was reading. “he told his students that men shouldn’t say ‘i love you’ blatantly in english, saying ‘the moon is beautiful or so bright’ is enough—it reeks of fragile masculinity and stuff but all things aside, don’t you think it’s such a romantic line to tell your beloved?"

you took a while to process it, “why the moon though? i think the rainbow could have been a better choice instead.”

"it is widely believed that the particular image soseki or at least the people at that time had was someone walking home their beloved at night and during nighttime the thing that stood out the most was the moon, though i have my own opinion about it.”

“i want to know your opinion about it," wonwoo and his thoughts are always interesting anyways.

wonwoo scored a gentle smile, "the moon could be interpreted as the symbol of eternity, it has been going through its phases even before the humanity discovered how the solar system works and might even continue when the world went mad. the moon also always looked so serene and still as if it’s a faithful soul. those traits are valued in the art of loving someone hence the moon is the proper symbol of love.”

you hummed in agreement—see, wonwoo and his thoughts are always interesting.

later the day, wonwoo walked you home. yet right before you close your household's door, he said something with his eyes glued to the night sky.

"the moon is beautiful, isn't it?"

but somehow the both of you decided to act as if it never happened until this day.

back to the present day.

wonwoo literally just said the same thing with the most similar setting ever—he walked you home at night and said the phrase while his eyes were glued to the night sky. you were in a deep daze over what just happened even after the long warm shower. once you sat yourself on the bed, your phone showed a notification.

[Jeon Wonwoo]: I am sure you understood what I was trying to say earlier though I apologize for being a coward about it,

another notification came in.

[Jeon Wonwoo]: But I meant it, I've always been.

relief, that's all you can feel at the moment.

[You]: the moon is beautiful and so bright too here :)

summer july 17th

i stared at the sky a bit too long this morning. it was blue, a little rosy in the corner. as the violet tinted my bare feet, i realized that it's summer now. it's summer and it's july 17th. summer and july 17th remind me of you.

summer and july 17th would have smelled like the sun, warm and vital. but it has been long since i thought about it—you might not be the most genuine definition of warmness and vitality, yet you might be of kindness.

kindness doesn't always come in a sun basked form. it often comes in many spiteful ways. it comes in your unspoken reassurance, it comes in your hidden prayers for wellness—eventually, it comes in a form of farewell so that you and i can grow into more humane humans. it is bitter and it is still kindness.

kindness is versatile. it's something pure, it's something tainted. it's so easy, it's so complicated. it's everything you do in your quarter century of existence.

you embody july 17th, you are summer.

you embody kindness, you are kind.

p. s. happy belated birthday, wonwoo!

playwright!wonwoo x actor!jun

jeon wonwoo is the critically acclaimed playwright for the country's most famous theatre, but little do people notice that he doesn't really write romance plays. he thought that he's not 'experienced enough' of love affair to be able writing something about it. well, at least it was like that until the theatre hired a rising shenzen born actor to substitute the lead actor who badly injured his ankle while rehearsing—the name is wen junhui. at first, it was rather tricky for wonwoo to adjust his writing for someone who perfectly embodies the term lively oddball. fortunately, it doesn't take long for him to acknowledge how the actor is overwhelmingly talented, ridiculously ethereal looking, and somehow making the playwright completely enchanted under the spell of his personal charm.

i've had this prompt(?) in my notes for a while and let's say i lack the will to turn it into a complete writing so here it is i guess? also, i beta read it while listening to light a flame lol

merry summer christmas | enhypen sunghoon

it's barely past eight pm and you just had dinner with your longtime significant other who is no other than park sunghoon. the both of you are now curled up comfortably on the couch while tuning in to a classic christmas movie in the middle of summer night.

then comes the overplayed comedic relief that made sunghoon smiled, accentuating his dimple gracefully on his cheek. your fingers unconsciously started to trace gently on his snow fair cheek, stopped right on the not so shallow dimple while giving light massages to the attractive indentation.

"it is unfortunate how underrated your dimple is," you muttered, rather sulky.

sunghoon shifted his attention from the movie to your statement, his widening smile deepened the said dimple, "at least you noticed and appreciated it, that's the most important one for me."

"cheesy," you cringed playfully.

"whatever-" the movie suddenly displayed a mistletoe, "merry summer christmas, love." sunghoon left a warm peck on your forehead.

"merry summer christmas too, love."

do you ever love someone | tbz younghoon x tbz hyunjae

it started with a typical saturday night—quiet and dim lighted for kim younghoon's minimalistic apartment unit on the twelfth floor of the whole building. september just ended and the season is transitioning from a scorching summer to rather windy fall. thinking that by having his longtime bestfriend and actually romantic interest came over to fill the chilly gap tonight, there is lee jaehyun in the other side of the dining table. the both of them just finished the dinner younghoon cooked himself with a bottle of wine from one of the finest château jaehyun's or hyunjae's (there are too many jaehyun's around so) fancying over. then the lee asked if he could stay over as he is too drunk to drive himself back in which the kim surely agreed to.

the both of them changed to more comfortable fits, brushed their teeth, and moved directly to the shared bed. being bestfriends since they were newborns in the hospital ward—family friends and its perks they said, made sharing the same bed as an occasion that is not to be fussed about too much. though as younghoon realized his romantic interest towards hyunjae, this slightly succeeded in fastening his own heartbeat. not wanting to be more flustered than he is at the moment, younghoon quickly pulled up the covers and asked hyunjae to turn off the bedside lamp.

moments have passed and the kim has successfully reached the deep unconsciousness—in the opposite, the lee is still trying to find the comfortable state to fall asleep. hyunjae knew there is something bugging inside his mind recently and somehow he got this odd guts saying that it would fade away the moment he asks it out to younghoon.

"hoon?" hyunjae somehow couldn't resist the urge to ask. though he might be an asshole at times, he would never really want to disturb others' deep slumber—yet his odd guts literally made the decision that he should this time.

the one being asked—younghoon, randomly mumbled then changed his position from backing away to face him kind of properly. his eyes tightly shut but hyunjae is sure that his ears are all in.

"can i ask you something?" hyunjae continued.

younghoon chuckled weakly as the sleepiness is still there—he proceeded to reply in his morning voice (it was a little over midnight at the moment in fact), "mind you that 'can i ask you something' is already a question, jae."

ah, kim younghoon and his subtle teasing nature, hyunjae thought.

younghoon was never the type to intentionally make others flustered by teasing them—he absolutely doesn't need to and it's more of hyunjae's kind of thing, but he does though he only shows it to selected few including hyunjae.

"i'll take that as a yes," hyunjae sighed and younghoon noticed the seriousness and anxiousness the other had, he tried harder to open his eyes.

"do you ever love someone so much at the point it scares you to tell them what you're actually feeling?"

oh my Lord, oh my good Lord.

this is absolutely nothing kim younghoon would expect to hear from someone like lee jaehyun—the lee jaehyun he's known since the very first memory he had in mind, the one that is known as a true heartbreaker (the nice one though, the type to keep things genuine but only for a short period of time—never cheated or something like that). he couldn't even keep up with the number of girls and actually guys hyunjae have dated with over the years. the lee possessed God gracious sculpted good looking physical appearance, literal jack of all trades, interesting personality, and those qualities are surely attracting many.

but then his mind traveled back to the fact that hyunjae asked something like 'do you ever love someone so much at the point it scares you to tell them what you're actually feeling?', that's a question only a true romantic would ask! younghoon never took him as a true romantic as hyunjae has too many hearts broken under his name and it should numb his concept of romance. yet younghoon quickly got over it—hyunjae is an honest bastard, sometimes way too honest and that is why he is a bastard. the way he can't tell whoever he meant about his feelings must be torturing him deeply (younghoon was not sure that they were really talking about hyunjae himself though).

"hoon? uh, i guess that was odd? well, let's forget it and sorry for disturbing your sleep. get back on it, good night-"

"i do, and i still am," younghoon—still with eyes struggling to open and morning voice, cut off the other quickly.

and it's you, the one i'm loving way too much at the point it scares me to tell you the truth.

hyunjae felt a timid surprise throughout his system as he sees younghoon as someone similar to himself, a heartbreaker—though more in the calmer side with prince like outlook and somewhat unapproachable as he has this shy introvert nature. but a heartbreaker is still a heartbreaker by the end of the day right?

"it's the best of not really the best feeling ever, you got it?"

hyunjae hummed quietly, he agreed though—the best of not really the best feeling, it is as messed up as it sounds.

"why?" younghoon tried to continue the conversation as he noticed that hyunjae's hum could end everything they have at the moment.

"why what?" hyunjae asked back, eyes finally fell on the august born he's known all his life.

"why did you ask something like that? especially to me at this hour."

hyunjae felt his throat drying up, he lost the strength to answer somehow. yet younghoon patiently waited while staring back at the september born's twinkling orbs.

"i didn't know either—my odd guts told me to ask you, it has been bugging my mind recently," hyunjae replied after a solid ten minutes of silence.

younghoon hummed, "you have someone in mind then? the one who made you thought of it."

the idea of someone strucked hyunjae like a blazing lightning inside his mind—someone, someone he has known way better for way too long. and younghoon kind of got the memo, oh please keep in mind that neither the two of them were never the clueless type—they're literal heartbreakers, know how romantic interest works, and have been understanding each other the best.

and just like that, younghoon shifted from his laying position to sit himself up on the bed with eyes finally wide awake. he simply leaned closer and unsurprisingly hyunjae kept still—not showing any sign of uncomfort at the disappearing space between. they could feel each others' pacing breath as their nose tips began to touch each other. but as the party who has been realizing longer, worries and hesitation started to grow on younghoon—luckily, hyunjae being the risk taker he is noticed it and took over the lead.

do it, just do it. now or never, once for ever.

and there you go—

lee jaehyun kissed kim younghoon right on the lips at sharply 1 am on the shared bed of minimalistic apartment unit on the twelfth floor during the transition of summer to fall.

the kiss—it was a quick peck actually, a chaste one too. it happened too fast at the point the both of them kind of forgot how each others' lips tasted like (kind of 'gross' but guess that's just how people in love act).

"can i do it again?" hyunjae asked in rather small voice, risking it all in the contrary.

younghoon simply nod.

and they kissed, again. this time longer, more demanding, and filled with various unsaid feelings. through that, younghoon learned that hyunjae's lips tasted like a warm wine from a certain château—it was drunkenly sweetening. hyunjae also learned how younghoon's lips tasted like the softest combination of cherry and coffee—it sounded weird but he loved it.

"i never really thought we would—more on myself though, develop romantic interest to each other," hyunjae opened the conversation as they parted the contact.

"i thought the world has gone mad the moment you asked that question earlier," younghoon smiled vaguely.

"how long has you realized yours though, hoon?"

"two to three years, i guess? i'm not particularly sure either, i just happened to wake up one day and realized i wanted to kiss the hell up of your lips and spend my entire life with you."

"cheesy," hyunjae cringed.

"but i like it, let's do that."

"let's do that."

new | hyunjun hur

based on baragi by hyunjun hur

it has been more than a year of rather toxic continuous cycle going on in your romantical relationship with hyunjun. it would either start with one of you misunderstood something and the other just wouldn't want to give explanation, ended up with both of you shouting at each other with terrible bottled up emotions the next several weeks. though you both would eventually make it up, it's starting to be way too much for you to cope.

until this night came; you just got home from your work and plopped your back on the couch, yet you could sense that hyunjun was busy doing something in the bedroom area. well, hyunjun and you shared this apartment after college graduation to cut cost and many other reasons.

then hyunjun appeared in front of you, looking rather tired too and not to mention the suitcase and backpack he has on his hands and shoulder. you frowned at the sight—why would your romantical partner showing up like this?

"let's.. take a break?" hyunjun opened the conversation in rather questioning manner.

oh, the words you've been wondering when to hear for a while. you just kinda know that eventually either one of you would say it first.

"let's take a break," you're surprised at how you still managed to response properly—did you fall out love with him, you wonder. or maybe.. you were just so tired of the toxic cycle going on.

hyunjun smiled, sadness and other mixed emotions were visible. you in the other hand simply smiled vaguely, not knowing what to express exactly. then he let go of his belongings and hugged you tight, as if it's your first and.. last.

between the embrace; his mouth leaned in, closing the gap to your ear. shivers could be felt all over your system.

"trust the magic of new beginnings," hyunjun whispered softly.

and just like that, he let go of the embrace and turned his back—never coming back, but at least the universe knows he'll be doing fine.

[06.04 pm] | seventeen mingyu

[06.04 pm] your head is peacefully rested on mingyu’s sturdy shoulders while his head is on top yours. both of your limbs tangled comfortably by the end of the bed. the culinary art show the tv is currently playing has transformed into a background noise as you both are actually too busy to care for anything but the amount of comfort and warmth you get from cuddling each other.