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Wardrobe malfunction! Headcanons// enhypen helping you get dressed// hyung line only

Cw/ hyungline x f!reader/ skinship/ mentions of crying (not angst though!)/ established relationship/ Jake’s is suggestive if you squint/ Jay’s has alcohol mention/lmk if I missed anything/ not proofread

An// I’m open to doing a maknae line post too if anyone wants it// let me know if you like this!

이희승

“Heeseungggg!” You shout across your apartment, dragging out the last letter of his name in earnest. A moment later he appears, leaning into the door of your shared bedroom.

“What is it, angel?”

You’re standing in front of him in a full face of makeup, hair perfectly braided and styled, with the only thing out of place being your outfit. You huff,

“I can’t zip up my dress by myself. Can you help?” The way he looks at you makes your stomach twist, and you thank your foundation for covering what must be the reddening of your cheeks. His gaze softens even more, straightening from the door to walk behind you.

“Of course.” He carefully shifts your hair to one shoulder, trying his best to not disturb the intricate style. He delicately grasps the zipper pull, tugging shallowly, “You look gorgeous, angel.” He finishes pulling up the zipper and sets your hair back to its original position. “Prettiest girl I know.”

His arms slip down to your waist, making eye contact with you in the mirror of your vanity. He turns to kiss you on the temple, fondness pouring out of him. “Do you need help with anything else?” You shake your head, words being beyond you at the sweetness of his actions.

“Okay, sweetheart. Just call if you need anything else.” You push up on your toes to kiss him gently on his cheek, your lipstick leaving a bright pink mark beside his nose. You scrunch your nose at the sight of the mark, already twisting out of his grip to grab makeup remover.

“I got my lipstick on you, I’m sorry.” You’re inches from his face with a cotton round when Heeseung grabs your wrist.

“Leave it, baby. Gotta make sure everyone knows I’m yours.” You look to the floor in embarrassment before he continues, “I’ll be in my office if you need any more help, okay? Or any more kisses.” He kisses your forehead this time, knowing you’re particular about your lipstick and not wanting to mess it up.

“Thank you, Seung.” He turns out of your bedroom to go back into his office, leaving you with heated cheeks and dizzy with affection.

박종성

Jay starts looking for you about ten minutes after you had left to go to the restroom. He knew you could take care of yourself, but there were too many people at this party for him to be comfortable with not knowing where you were. He walks up a staircase, where the host had said the spare bathroom was when you two arrived, and he knocks softly on the white-painted door.

Your voice sounds from behind the wood, meek and small,

“Sorry, occupied!” Jay sighs, happy that he’s found you.

“Sweetheart, it’s me. Is everything okay?” He hears you gasp from behind the door, before the metal lock clicks and the door handle spins to open the door towards you.

“Jay? Please help me.” You pull him into the small bathroom, closing the door behind him. He sets his beer on the white countertop, taking in your form.

You don’t appear hurt in any way, which is a relief, but your cheeks are flushed in the way that’s a telltale sign you’re frustrated.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart? What happened?” You take a deep breath, obviously relieved that you aren’t alone anymore.

“I came up here to go to the bathroom and as I was putting my dress back on one of the buttons fell off. I can’t go back downstairs like this!” Jay’s eyes flick down to the neckline of your dress, which was now plunging down further than anything you’d ever owned, due to the top-most button being missing. The spaces between the buttons meant that he could see far more of your chest than he would ever want anyone else to see, much less the entirety of the party downstairs.

Before he even answers, he’s shrugging off the leather jacket he was wearing,

“Hey, don’t worry about it, okay? Take my jacket.” He helps you into the black jacket, zipping it up to the height where your neckline sat before. “Everything’s okay, sweetheart. Take a breath for me, okay?” You take a deep breath, visibly more relaxed than before. “Thank you, Jay. I was so worried I’d have to go downstairs to get you and be around so many people like that.” He nods along, validating your concerns at every turn. “It’s okay, pretty. Do you want to go back to the party now?” You nod, a smile finally surfacing now that you aren’t so anxious. Jay opens the door, and you both walk back downstairs together.

심재윤

Jake has been watching you intently for the last hour as you’ve gotten ready to go to a birthday party for your friend. You always start with your makeup, taking time to make sure every part was perfectly placed before moving on to the next step. After you were finished with that you’d do your hair, tucking each strand carefully into the style of your choosing, and with a lot of help from hairspray when needed. After this it was time to choose an outfit, Jake’s favorite part.

He perks up as soon as you walk towards the closet you share, shuffling through dresses and skirts to find something appealing to you. You throw a skirt and top onto the edge of the bed near Jake’s feet, rifling through a box for a pair of tights. After compiling the pieces you also pick out shoes, a pair of strappy white heels being your eventual choice.

Jake is sitting up fully as you lift your head to start getting dressed. You slip the tights on with some difficulty, trying not to snag them, and start reaching for your top when you notice his puppy eyes from across the bed.

Jake’s full attention is on you now, not even pretending to be looking at his phone. You tilt your head to the side in confusion, and he finds it adorable. “Is something wrong?” You ask him, completely clueless. He stands up from the bed, already reaching for the rest of your outfit.

“What’s the point of even having a boyfriend if you won’t let me help you get dressed?” He responds in a labored tone, already ushering you to sit down on the edge of the bed. You sigh dramatically,

“Really, Jake? Is that why you’ve been looking at me like that since I got out of the shower?” He nods distractedly, already moving onto your skirt. He unzips it from the side and wraps it around you like a belt, briefly urging you to stand so he could position it correctly before zipping it back up. You sit down again, leaning towards him for a kiss.

He obliges without hesitation, and you’ve been dating long enough to know he doesn’t mind the shiny residue left by your lipgloss.

He drops to his knees to help you with your shoes, and you know this is what he was looking forward to, always helping you in and out of whatever footwear you chose for the day, no matter what you were leaving for.

His hand steadies his movements on your calf, thin tights doing nothing to stop the heat from his palms coming through. He ties the laces of your heels in a neat bow before standing up again.

“You look so beautiful, my love. Do you really have to leave?” You stand to kiss him again, heels doing wonders for your height difference.

“I won’t be gone long, only a few hours. And then you’ll get to take this all off me, okay handsome?” You push your hands through his hair, watching his sharp features light up at your words. He nods,

“Okay, baby. Have fun. Don’t let anyone steal your heart while you’re out.” You kiss him again, lingering just long enough to mess up your lipgloss for good.

박성훈

Sunghoon ducks into the bathroom of your apartment, confused as to why you haven’t come out since you’re supposed to be leaving soon. He walks in on you red-faced and with tears threatening to ruin your makeup.

“Baby? What’s wrong?” He puts his hand on your shoulder, hoping to comfort you in any way. Your eyes flick up at him, heartbreakingly upset.

“We’re supposed to be leaving and I look terrible!” Your breaths are loud and labored, like you’re trying not to get closer to crying.

Sunghoon didn’t notice a single thing out of place with your appearance, either. Adorable outfit, perfect makeup. He furrows his brows at your words,

“You look perfect, angel. What are you talking about?” You get visibly frustrated, obviously thinking he’s lying to you to preserve your feelings.

“My shoes don’t match my outfit since I can’t find my white ones, my makeup looks terrible and I don’t know why, and I don’t know what to do with my hair. I look terrible!” Sunghoon takes a deep breath, trying his best to figure out how to triage the situation. He settles on shoes, since that’s what you mentioned first. His gaze softens on you,

“I understand, sweetheart. Let’s fix that, okay?” He helps you onto the counter, away from the mirror, so all you could see was him. “You left your white shoes under the bed last week, baby, since I took them off you.” He ducks out of the bathroom and swipes them from under your bed, quickly changing them for you.

He then looks at your makeup, trying to notice any differences from how you usually do it. He finds it quickly. “And you forgot your blush at the studio when you showed up for practice on Tuesday, remember? You aren’t used to not wearing any.” Sunghoon rifles through your makeup bag, finding a seldom-used liquid blush at the bottom. “How about you turn around and try this and see if you feel better, okay?” Now that he’s taken the pressure of your appearance off of you, he can tell you feel a little better. You spin yourself, still sitting on the countertop but facing the mirror. With you faced the other way, Sunghoon can get a better look at your hair now. He quickly separates two sections, pulling them back from your ears and using a ribbon from your drawer to tie it back, creating a simple half-up half-down look. After you’ve finished applying your blush you look at his work on your hair, eyes lighting up. You spin yourself around towards him, arms reaching out for him.

“I feel so much better. Thank you for helping, Hoon.” He nods, happy to see you relaxed and smiling. He helps you down from the counter, making sure you’re steady on your feet before dragging you out of the apartment,

“Of course, sweetheart. Now let’s go, we’re going to be late!”