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WORTH THE RISK ────── ⊱ P.SH

SYNOPSIS Despite the string of flimsy excuses Sunghoon came up with just to go upstairs and see you, it was obvious to anyone that something was up. But he didn’t care if your brother was to catch on—being with you was worth the risk.

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𝓟AIRING brother's-best-friend!sunghoon x fem!reader 𝓖ENRE fluff, established relationship 𝓕EATURING jay from enhypen ( as your brother ) 𝓦ARNINGS kissing so slightly suggestive ? , sunghoon using pet names ( pretty, baby ) 𝓦ORD COUNT 1K+ ( 1055 words )

𝓕EI’S 𝓝OTES hoon strikes again !! i received so much love from the first brother bsf!hoon fic, so i had to write it again >< this could be seen as a continuation of it !! this also serves as a thank you sm for 200 followers ♡

You heard soft, faint knocks at your door, and you couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle as you got off your bed. Cracking the door open just a bit, you caught a glimpse of Sunghoon’s eye, and his slight giggle reached your ears as his eyes crinkled with a smile.

“Hi, pretty,” he whispered, a playful tone in his voice as he called you the sweet nickname. You met his gaze, unable to stop the smile that spread across your face when you saw the affection in his eyes.

“Jay’s going to notice if you keep coming up here. We’re going to get caught,” you warned, though your actions betrayed your so-called concern as you gently pulled him inside by the arms, closing the door behind him. “This is like the fifth time.”

“And what’s wrong with that?” Sunghoon’s expression was relaxed, showing no real worry about the risk of getting caught. His hands slid around your waist, pulling you closer as he smiled, his fangs just barely visible.

“You know I can never get tired of seeing you.”

“Am I really worth the risk of getting you into trouble?” You tilted your head, holding back a chuckle when you noticed the sudden change in his expression, as if he couldn’t believe those words just came out of your mouth.

“You’re worth so much more than possibly getting scolded by your brother, Y/N. As long as I’m with you, it’s all worth it,” he said, his voice full of reassurance and love. You could see the sincerity in his eyes, which softened with every word as he expressed his feelings. “And besides, at least I wouldn’t be the only one getting into trouble.”

You let out a small laugh, knowing he wasn’t wrong. The worst Jay could do was scold you for being with his best friend, but Sunghoon would face bigger consequences. Yet, even with the thought of an angry Jay looming over both of you, it didn’t stop either of you from choosing each other.

“I guess you have a point.”

He then began peppering your face with kisses, just as he had the other times he’d come by under the pretense of needing “something” from Jay’s room or taking a “bathroom break.” But the truth was, he simply couldn’t get enough of you. In fact, he wanted more. All he wanted was you, and he couldn’t have asked for anything better.

As his arms tightened around you, the way he held you made it clear that he had no intention of leaving anytime soon. You melted into his kisses, feeling the warmth of his lips against your skin before they found their way to your lips, each kiss making your heart race a little faster.

His hands wandered gently along your back, each touch sending shivers down your spine, while your hands were on the back of his neck, pulling him closer. Time seemed to slow down as you lost yourself in the sensation, getting completely intoxicated by his kisses—they were just that irresistible. Moments like these made everything worth it.

When you finally pulled away, gasping for air, you looked at him in a daze. Sunghoon was breathless too, his eyes still filled with desire, his lips flushed and slightly swollen. The sight of him alone was almost enough to pull you right back into another kissing session.

“You know,” he began slowly, his words laced with anticipation. His hands found their way back to your hips, as if they were always meant to be there. “I could stay like this with you forever.”

The sincerity in his voice made your heart skip a beat. The way his hands rested on your hips, his touch so familiar and comforting, felt like he was saying this wasn’t just a fleeting moment for him—it was something he wanted to hold onto, something he wasn’t willing to let go of.

“Me too,” you smiled, “but we can’t do that just yet.”

He broke into a small pout at your words, making you chuckle as you reached out to caress his face.

“I know,” he mumbled, easing under your touch, as if he was about to melt. “But I don’t want to hide my love for you much longer.”

“Just a little longer, okay?” you said gently, searching his eyes for reassurance. He gave you a slight nod, though you could see the reluctance in his gaze. “I’m sure Jay’s smart enough to catch on soon. Maybe it’ll be easier to tell him then, without completely shocking him.”

“You think he would?” Sunghoon asked, a hint of doubt in his voice.

You smiled softly, your thumb brushing across his cheek. “He knows you well, and he’s my brother. It’s only a matter of time before he figures it out. And when he does, maybe it won’t be as bad as we think.”

Sunghoon sighed, leaning into your hand. “I hope you’re right. I just want to be with you, without sneaking around.”

“I do too,” you whispered, leaning in to press another soft kiss on his lips, but you both paused at the sound of muffled noise coming from downstairs.

“Sunghoon? Are you still looking for something?” Jay’s voice called out, skeptical and clearly suspicious of how long Sunghoon had been upstairs. You both froze, recognizing the familiar tone, knowing you were close to getting caught.

“I think that’s my sign to go,” Sunghoon said with a cheeky smile, planting a quick kiss on your forehead before reluctantly removing his hands from your waist. He clearly wasn’t ready to leave, his eyes lingering on you as he slowly headed for the door. Before shutting it completely, he gave you one last look. “I’ll see you in a bit, baby.”

You stifled a laugh, humming in response as you playfully shooed him off. The last thing you needed was Jay yelling again, just to confirm Sunghoon was still alive and hadn’t vanished. As the door clicked shut, you couldn’t help but smile to yourself, the warmth of his presence still lingering in the room.

If Sunghoon were to come back up again, there was no doubt you’d both get caught. But even with that thought lingering in your mind, you couldn’t bring yourself to feel bothered by it.

He was worth the risk.

────── 𝓔NHYPEN 𝓟ERM 𝓣AGLIST IS 𝓞PEN! 𝓐SK OR 𝓒OMMENT TO JOIN!

⠀𓏲࣪ ִֶָ ︎ִֶָ KISS BENEATH THE ICE 𖤐 . — park sunghoon

↺ CONTENT: enemies to lovers, non-idol and college au, reader is female (sunghoon calls reader princess), reader and sunghoon are part of the ice-skating team, kissing at the end, tooth-rotting fluff.

↺ FROM HYE: Reading and writing about an idol was definitely not in my 2024 bingo card. Hopefully I get his character right after inhaling content after content whoops... @kazuhaiku (I bet you didn't foreseen this coming)

Ridiculous proves to be an understatement to describe your current dilemma. Never in your life did you foresee yourself breathing in the same air as your number one most despised person: Park Sunghoon. You were dragged along by your group of friends to attend a party held by someone who you cannot remember. You could have been using the precious time practicing for your upcoming competition instead of wasting your time, standing in a corner as you watched everyone having the time of their lives. 

One thing led to another and you groaned at the sight of Sunghoon entering the kitchen, probably in search of something he could drink. He arched an eyebrow when he saw you leaning against the kitchen counter, a half-empty paper cup held in your left hand with your phone held in your right hand. 

“What’s a pretty girl like you doing here all alone?” He asked, having to slightly raise his voice as he reached your side, due to the loud booming music coming from the DJ. 

“And what’s it to you? Last I checked, you’re not my mother,” you retorted, raising the cup but Sunghoon was quick to snatch it out of your grip. 

You watched with disbelief and faint annoyance as he downed the remaining content in one go. He crushed the paper cup with one hand, accurately tossing it into the bin behind him without looking. Scowling at how he was showing off, you pushed yourself off the counter and attempted to leave, only to stop when he grabbed your wrist, holding you in place. 

“What do you want now?” You snapped, irritance seeping into your voice. 

“No need to be so angry. How about we get out for some fresh air? We can go ice-skating if you want,” he proposed. 

“I-!?” You could barely speak when someone knocked you from behind, making you tipped forward. The next thing you knew, you fell into Sunghoon’s chest as he steadied you, hands resting on your waist. You were quick to move away, not wanting to make this awkward and mumbled a thanks under your breath. 

“...Fine, I’ll go with you,” you replied, and you pointedly ignored how your heart skipped a beat at how his face lit up before dragging you out of the party. 

~

You felt at peace the moment you stepped onto the ice rink, shoulders instinctively loosening as you elegantly glided across the rink. You have loved ice skating since you were young, wanting nothing more to pursue it as a future career and your dream was to represent the country in the ice skating Olympics. You came to a stop when you heard Sunghoon entering the rink, leaning back to rest your elbows against the edge of the rink as you watched him skate over to you with experience. 

Both of you are in the same team and due to your looks and excellent teamwork (if people were to ignore how often both of you are constantly at one another’s throat), you were often paired together for competitions. You did not expect Sunghoon to boldly corner you against the edge, arms resting on both sides of you and the sudden proximity does dangers to your heart and soul. 

“Whoops, my hands slipped,” he apologized, making you roll your eyes. 

“Haha, very funny. Perhaps you should be a comedian in the future,” you deadpanned. 

“That doesn’t sound like a bad idea, but the thought of you having to work with someone else doesn’t sit well with me,” he smoothly admits, and the implications were as clear as day. 

Your breath hitched in your throat when your eyes met. Both of you could not find the urge to look away and you saw the way Sunghoon’s eyes trailed down your face, drinking in your features until they landed on your slightly parted lips. It was like both of your minds reached the same conclusion, with how you leaned towards one another, heads slightly angled to avoid bumping into one another. 

Fireworks exploded in your stomach the moment your lips met. It felt like something straight out from a romance anime, where the two main leads finally kissed after confessing their feelings. Sunghoon was the first to pull away, faint nervousness seen on his face; scared he had misread you and crossed the line. 

“So, does this mean we’re dating now?” You asked, noting how his shoulders sagged with relief and he smiled. 

“Sure, if you want to, girlfriend.” 

This time, the laugh and smile you gave him was genuine. “You don’t even have to ask, boyfriend.”

ALLODOXAPHOBIA al-lo-dox-a-pho-bi-a is the fear of opinions. This phobia can manifest as a fear of being pressured by the opinions and expectations of others, including friends.

[college student!p.sh x female college student!reader] Genre: Angst Word Count: 1,135 Notes: BREAK UP!! (even two); Sunghoon is a jerk (ok,, ig??); written in third person; both Sunghoon and Jungwon are on the same Basketball Team; female!reader has kind of unhealthy coping mechanism; English is not my first language,, so bear with my grammar/spelling mistakes; inspired by the song: pale honey-friends PHULEASE,, read the authors note at the end,, shank yewww !!! DO NOT REPOST NOR TRANSLATE WITHOUT PERMISSION !!! :NOW PLAYING: 🎧 Pale Honey - Friends 🎸

1:19 ───|────── 4:09

↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

A month had passed. Exactly a month since that one unfortunate night when their relationship ended. Since then, she had finally allowed herself to feel and breathe freely. She permitted herself to identify the sadness, the anger, the disgust, and the deep emptiness within her. Yet, she also granted herself healing and the assurance of her own presence and peace of mind. She made the decision to avoid any interactions with him at all costs, just to let herself breathe.

I set myself free in my own time now I'm all alone I really don't mind

At some point, she found herself in the stands of the basketball hall, there to show her support for Jungwon - her best friend of six years — who was ready to have a match with his team against the opposing school. As she sat there, she overheard some girls sitting in front of her gossiping about her and Sunghoon's past relationship.

Apparently, every time Sunghoon is asked about the reason for their breakup, he either shrugs it off by telling others that they didn't share the same trajectory or, if he's constantly pressed about it, he says they broke up because of a lack of time due to their tight schedules and exams. What a lie.

but would you leave it out when you tell everyone about us so much went so wrong between me and you

Trying to ignore the recently received information, she cheered silently for her best friend throughout the whole match, yet she was not able to shrug off the memories of her breakup with Sunghoon. Sunghoon has always been a man of pride, whether it was his grades, his looks, or his family's wealth. He always had everything he wanted. Yet, the only thing he did not have was a significant other. While all his friends were bragging about their relationships, Sunghoon could not help but feel pressured and down. So he decided to date her.

They met in a shared chemistry class, where Sunghoon desperately looked for a girl he could pick to be his girlfriend. He flashed his beautiful smile at her and arranged to meet up frequently, whether it was for their studies, the music they shared, or simply each other's presence. At first, he thought the feelings would come after a while, but they didn't, and he did not want to deal with that issue any further. He chose to ignore the tenderness and kept on feeding the facade of being in love.

After a while of dating, Sunghoon's constant way of vaunting about his girlfriend to his friends became very stressful and bothersome to her. She could not stand the pressure of always being the center of attention around his friends. She elected to calmly confront her boyfriend about the struggle she had been hiding deep down, which resulted in a heated argument. Sunghoon revealed his real intentions about their relationship, explaining how he just wanted to boost his self-esteem, to feel less left out, less pressured, and not embarrassed around his friends for not having a girlfriend.

She could not believe nor process the words that spilled from his mouth, so she just stared at him in disbelief. Sunghoon, not able to stand her silence, told her how much he cherished her just as a trophy to show around his friends, without having any strings attached. Soon after, she made the decision to end their relationship. Unable to look at his face anymore, she spared no time and stormed out of his college room to go to her own. Tears threatened to spill out, yet she did not cry. She did not want to cry. Arriving in her own room, she blocked his number and decided to go to sleep, just to ignore her own salty eyes.

now that it's done you can tell all your friends

After the match ended with a win for her school's team, everyone cheered loudly while she just smiled proudly at her best friend. The basketball players approached the stands, and in the crowd of the team, she noticed a familiar face—not her best friend's, but her ex-boyfriend's—Sunghoon. Sunghoon, running ahead of himself towards the stands, smiled brightly and hugged a tall and slim female figure, then a moment later, kissed her passionately. Seeing this, she looked quite shocked and felt a little bit hurt, but she hoped he treated that girl differently than he had treated her.

without me around you can take turns with everyone

Some time passed. Just as she was about to exit the toilet stall, she heard a girl running and crying into the stall next to hers, disrupting her peace. She decided to stay quiet, not wanting to startle the girl. Accidentally, she overheard the girl talking to someone on the phone. Through tears, the girl explaines how much she loved a boy and how hurt she felt after an argument a few minutes ago over a minor inconvenience. The girl continued, describing how the boy had said hurtful things to her, claiming he did not love her and that she was useless, only seen as another trophy by him. Hearing this, she froze on the spot, her own breakup suddenly flooding back to her.

She exited the stall in a hurry and walked anxiously through the school hall, her thoughts racing freely in her mind. She couldn't believe that the boy she once loved and cherished had turned into such a heartless pride machine. She could not believe that Sunghoon continued to break the hearts of innocent girls just to feed his own ego and impress his friends.

even now as I'm on my own it wears me down and I've lost control

Arriving at her dorm room, she lied in her bed and chuckled at her own hope of Sunghoon changing. Soon after, the chuckles turned into wholehearted laughter as she reminisced about the lies Sunghoon told his friends about their past relationship and their reasons for breaking up.

after all we've been through would you tell everyone leaving out how you made me feel and what went wrong

Right after, the laughter turned into single droplets of tears, which trickled down her cheeks as she realized how insecure Sunghoon must feel — unable to tell the truth and live authentically, wearing a mask while breaking hearts. She felt sorry for him, though she shouldn't have; after all, he had broken her heart. Yet here she was, and the world did not end.

now that it's done you can tell all your friends

At the end, their priorities diverged: she would prioritize her future significant other, while he would always prioritize his pride and his FRIENDS.

without me around you can take turns with everyone you can tell all your friends you can tell all your friends

Authors Note: Yellow yall,, my first ff on tumblr and ngl kinda nervous,, hope you enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing this !! I am open for any improvements, so feedback is very much appreciated (the negative one as much as the positive),, take care everyone !! (?)

(06.07.2024)

Echoes of Devotion

[uni student!park sunghoon x yandere uni student!female reader]

Genre: horror: psychological; yandere; angst !!WARNINGS!!: MURDER (read at your own discretion); (quite) explicit gore description; nail/teeth pulling; poisoning; strangling; hands/throat slashing; stalking; threathening; putting dead rats at one's door (??); manipulation; vomiting; kidnapping; mention of attempted suicide; profanities Notes: ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES ONLY!!!!; written in 3rd person; mention of Heeseung, Jay, IVE's Wonyoung, New Jeans' Minji; they are all uni students; the fem!character went mad MAD yet she tries to play it cool (?!); fem!character goes through a mental breakdown;; feedback is very much appreciated!! Word Count: 7,159

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Playlist: Jazmin Bean - Yandere | Elita - Sour Switchblade | Madds Buckey - The Red Means I Love You | Melanie Martinez - Pacify Her | Carolesdaughter - Violent | Allie X - Bitch | Royal & the Serpent - Warn You

The university campus buzzed with the lively chatter of students, a symphony of voices blending into the backdrop of rustling leaves and distant traffic. The summer break had been anything but enjoyable for her. Having to move out once again was tiring, yet she knew it was for the good. For her own good.

She navigated the crowd with practiced ease, her gaze flitting from face to face, searching for something—or rather, someone.

It happened in an instant. Amid the sea of faces, she saw him. He stood by the fountain, laughing with a group of friends. His smile was bright, his eyes crinkling at the corners, radiating a warmth that seemed to draw everyone in. Hearing his name from one of his friends' lips nearly made her catch her breath in her throat. "Park Sunghoon!" She knew her old habits would resurface sooner rather than later, but she didn't expect them to be this soon.

There was something magnetic about him, something that set her pulse racing. She had seen many attractive people before, but he was different. His very presence seemed to light up the space around him, making everyone else fade into the background.

She felt a jolt of excitement, a spark of something dark and powerful. This was the feeling she had hoped to bury when moving out. But deep down, she had been waiting for it. The certainty that he was the one. He's next.

A smile curled at the corners of her lips, subtle yet sinister. She watched him intently, her mind already weaving plans and strategies. His every movement, every laugh, every interaction was like a thread she could pull, unraveling the life he knew and reweaving it around her.

He seemed perfect—friendly, trusting, and utterly oblivious to the danger that had just marked him. She could already see how easy it would be to insert herself into his world, to become indispensable to him, to isolate him from anyone who might come between them.

As the bell rang, signaling the start of class, she didn’t move. She continued to watch him, her smile growing more pronounced, her eyes narrowing with determination. This was no ordinary attraction; this was an obsession being born, a single-minded focus that would drive her every action. And she knew that.

She would have him. Completely. Utterly. And no one, absolutely no one, would stand in her way.

It started innocently, with subtle glances during the breaks and passing encounters in the university hallways. She never made herself present to him, not yet at least. Old habits die hard, however; she still managed to get to know his entire schedule—from morning lessons and subtle meetings with his friends at the nearby café, to those football matches that always began at 5:30 p.m. Some might think she had gone completely mad, but little did they know she had been like this since 9th grade.

After some time, she started to get bolder. Maintaining short eye contact, leaving cheesy love letters with his favorite tiramisu-flavored chocolate in his locker. She wanted to keep it normal. She tried to tell herself that this was who she really was. She wasn't the psycho she was back then. She was different now. Yet, in her heart, she knew she couldn’t be normal, even if she wanted to. Even if she tried.

She saw his reaction every single time. The first time he looked surprised as he saw a love letter in his locker. He kept it. It gave her a little bit of hope that she didn't have to revert to her old, scary habits. She even wrote her number there, hoping he would reach out, purposely avoiding mentioning her name. Unfortunately, by the end of the day, he did not.

She persevered. She kept writing those goddamn love letters and buying that goddamn tiramisu-flavored chocolate. Letter after letter. Every time the same reaction, but the annoyance in his face growing with each of them.

When the number of written letters reached fifty, she decided to confront him. She found him in the library, secluded in a corner with a stack of books. Heart pounding, she approached, her footsteps silent on the carpeted floor. “Sunghoon,” she said softly, yet firmly. He looked up, startled. “Why haven’t you responded to my letters?” Tilting her head slightly, boring her dead eyes into him with a slight glimpse of hurt. She wasn't smiling. She was dead serious. She wanted to know why he hadn't reached out, why he ignored her, why he rejected her.

"Oh, you wrote those letters?" Sunghoon shifted uncomfortably in his seat, clearly caught off guard. He closed the book he was reading and looked up at her with a gentle, apologetic smile. “I’m really sorry,” he began, choosing his words carefully. “I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings by not responding.” He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “The truth is, I’m not really interested in having a love life right now. I’ve been trying to focus on my studies and my future. There’s just so much going on, and I don’t think I can give anyone the attention they deserve.”

Seeing the slight tremor in her expression, he quickly added, “But I really appreciate the effort you’ve put into the letters. And the tiramisu chocolates were amazing—they’re my favorite, and it was very thoughtful of you.”

Her heart sank at his words, but she masked her disappointment with a tight, controlled smile. "I see," she said, her voice steady but laced with a barely perceptible edge. "You want to focus on your studies. That's understandable." She took a small step back, smiling forcefully. "I'm glad you liked the tiramisu chocolates, though," she added, her tone softening just a bit. "It’s nice to know at least something I did made you happy." A shadow flickered in her eyes, but she quickly blinked it away, maintaining her composed demeanor. "I suppose I'll stop bothering you with my letters, then," she continued, the words sharp despite her calm delivery. "Good luck with your studies, Sunghoon."

Without waiting for a response, she turned on her heel and walked away, her back straight, leaving Sunghoon with a sense of unease. As she exited the library, that forced smile dropped, and her mind raced with new strategies, the sting of rejection only fueling her determination further.

Walking home from the library in a daze, Sunghoon's words replayed in her mind. "I'm sorry, but I'm just not interested. I need to focus on my studies right now." The rejection cut through her like a knife, every word a fresh wound. Her heart pounded in her chest, a mix of rage and despair building with each step she took.

As she reached her apartment, the door barely closed behind her before the dam broke. She collapsed onto the floor, her body wracked with sobs. The tears came fast and hard, streaming down her face as she clutched her chest, gasping for breath.

"Why? Why doesn’t he see?" she choked out between sobs. "I'm the only one who truly loves him. I'm the only one who understands him."

Her cries echoed through the empty house, a haunting symphony of pain and madness. She staggered to her feet, stumbling towards the bathroom. In the mirror, her tear-streaked face stared back at her, eyes wide with a wild, unhinged gleam. She laughed, a high-pitched, manic sound that contrasted sharply with her sobs. The laughter grew louder, more hysterical, mingling with her tears until it was impossible to tell where one ended and the other began.

She grabbed the edges of the sink, her knuckles white as she leaned forward, her reflection distorting in the mirror. "Focusing on the future, my ass," she muttered to herself, the laughter dying in her throat. "The only future that he has is me. He just doesn’t understand yet."

Her mind raced, a whirlwind of chaotic thoughts and dark plans. The rejection had shattered something inside her, leaving a void that only her obsessive love could fill. She stumbled back into the living room, knocking over a lamp as she went. The crash barely registered as she fell to her knees, clutching her head, the pain of rejection fueling her madness.

Her breathing slowed, and a cold, calculating calm settled over her. "I’ll make him see," she whispered, her voice low and steady. "I’ll make him understand that he belongs with me. And if anyone tries to get in my way…"

Her eyes hardened, the wild gleam replaced by a steely determination. She knew what she had to do. The madness was no longer a burden but a driving force, propelling her towards her goal. She wiped her tears away, a twisted smile curling together with a chuckle on her lips.

"Sunghoon will be mine," she vowed, her voice filled with a chilling certainty. "No matter what it takes."

The sun was just beginning to set, casting a warm golden glow over the university campus. Her heart racing with anticipation, she clutched her books tightly as she made her way to the student lounge. Today was the day she would get to know Sunghoon’s friends better. She had spent weeks observing them from a distance, learning their names, their habits, and their schedules and, most importantly, their secrets.

Heeseung's mental health was at its lowest due to his parents' divorce and his unrequited love for one of the most popular students. Jay's family financial struggles and his hidden talent were secrets she had uncovered. Wonyoung was under immense pressure from her parents, yet she kept up her best girl facade while hiding her chronic illness. She knew it all. And she certainly knew how to put that knowledge to use. It was all part of her meticulous plan to get closer to Sunghoon.

As she entered the bustling lounge, she scanned the room until her eyes landed on the familiar group gathered around a table near the window. Sunghoon sat at the center, laughing at something one of his friends had said. She took a deep breath, putting on her most charming smile, and approached the group with a casual confidence.

“Hey, do you mind if I join you?” she asked, her voice sweet and friendly. The group looked up, slightly surprised by the unexpected visitor. Sunghoon, being surprised to see her, smiled warmly, yet still had their conversation from the library in mind.

“Sure, have a seat,” he said, gesturing to an empty chair. She slid into the seat, her heart fluttering as she found herself sitting next to Sunghoon. His friends, a mix of curious and welcoming faces, introduced themselves one by one.

“I’ve seen you around,” said Heeseung, a tall guy with a friendly grin. “You’re in our literature class, right?”

She nodded, her smile never faltering. “Yeah, I’ve been meaning to get to know everyone better. It’s nice to finally put names to faces.”

As the conversation flowed, she skillfully engaged each of Sunghoon’s friends, asking questions and showing genuine interest in their lives. She laughed at their jokes, shared her own stories, and slowly but surely, integrated herself into the group. Every now and then, she would steal glances at Sunghoon, noting how relaxed and happy he seemed with his friends.

“I love your nails, by the way. The color really suits you,” said Wonyoung, the girl who often partnered with Sunghoon in projects. “I'd love to do them for you one day.”

Her eyes lit up at the suggestion, a flicker of arousal flaring within her. “I’d love that. Maybe we could hang out at my place someday, who knows?”

The girl seemed to warm to her recommendation, discussing potential plans for a weekend nail session. She nodded along, her mind already calculating how she could use these moments to deepen her bond with Sunghoon and subtly influence the group dynamics.

As the evening wore on, she felt a sense of triumph. She had successfully ingratiated herself into Sunghoon’s social circle, her plan unfolding perfectly. By the time they all said their goodbyes, she felt a new sense of belonging and a step closer to her ultimate goal.

Walking back to her house, she couldn’t help but smile. Getting to know Sunghoon’s friends was just the beginning. Soon, Sunghoon would see that she was the perfect addition to his life, the one who truly understood him. And no one, absolutely no one, would stand in her way.

As the weekend arrived, Wonyoung was already at her door, all ready and excited for the planned nail session. Before she could even ring the bell, the door suddenly swung open, revealing the owner of the house.

"Oh, hi. Please, come in." She felt as if the excitement was ready to explode within her, yet she was not letting her facade slip.

As they entered the meticulously decorated living room, her smile never faltered, masking her true intentions. “Make yourself comfortable,” she said warmly, gesturing to a plush armchair. Wonyoung sat down, glancing around at the tasteful décor. “I’ve been working on a new hobby,” she continued, pulling out a sleek, black box. “Let me show you my collection.”

She opened the box, revealing an array of perfectly painted nails, displayed like trophies. The girl admired them at first, her eyes widening in admiration. “Wow, these are amazing! You’re really talented,” she said, completely unaware of the truth. She smiled, a hint of something sinister lurking behind her eyes. “Oh, thank you! Those are some of my favorites.”

Wonyoung continued to admire the collection, completely unaware of the dark truth behind them. “How do you get them to look so real?” “Well,” she began, her voice taking on a playful, almost teasing tone. “That’s because they are real.” Wonyoung laughed, thinking it was a joke. “You’re so funny!”

But her smile only widened. She reached for a small, ornate box on the shelf and opened it, revealing an assortment of perfectly preserved nails. “No, seriously. These are real ” Wonyoung’s laughter faltered as she looked more closely at the nails. “Wait, what?”

Picking up one of the nails, she held it delicately between her fingers. “These nails used to belong to some very… unfortunate girls. Girls who thought they could get too close to someone very dear to me.”

Wonyoung’s eyes widened in horror as the realization sank in. She took a step back, her mind racing. “You’re joking, right? This is some kind of sick joke.”

Shaking her head slowly, her smile never wavering. “Oh, Wonyoung, I’m very serious. You see, I take my collection quite seriously. And I’m always looking to add more… unique pieces.” She placed the nail back in the box and closed it with a snap, the sound echoing ominously in the room. Wonyoung’s hands trembled as she tried to process what she had just heard.

“But don’t you worry,” she continued, her tone now sickeningly sweet. “As long as you stay out of Sunghoon’s business, you’ll have nothing to fear.” Wonyoung nodded frantically, her face pale. “Y-yeah, of course. I-I won’t say anything.”

“Good,” she said, her smile returning to a more innocent facade. “Now, how about we paint your nails? I promise it’ll be fun.” As Wonyoung sat down, trying to steady her shaking hands, she selected a bright, cheerful color from her collection. The juxtaposition of the lighthearted activity and the dark secret hanging over them created a chilling tension in the room.

Her blood ran cold, and she tried to stand up, but her grip was suddenly iron-strong. “You're here because you're Sunghoon's friend,” she said, her voice eerily calm. “And that’s a problem.” Before the girl could react, she produced a pair of nail clippers, her smile never wavering. She held Wonyoung’s hand firmly, isolating her pointing finger. The girl struggled, but the grip was unyielding, the other hand trying to escape from her strong hold.

The sharp snip of the clippers echoed in the room, followed by the girl’s muffled cry. She carefully placed the newly clipped nail into her box, closing it again with a satisfied click. She released the girl, who bolted from the chair, clutching her bleeding finger.

“Remember this next time you think about talking to him, or you'll sniff the daisies from underneath sooner than you would have thought,” she said softly, watching with cold satisfaction as the girl fled in terror.

She could not pinpoint how she happened to be currently in her own kitchen. At 2:18 a.m. Her mind was a whirlwind of dark thoughts as she stood in the dim light, the only sound being the gentle hum of the refrigerator. Meticulously mixing the batter, her thoughts singularly focused on Minji, the girl who dared to call Sunghoon 'Hoonie' with such familiarity. It was a nickname that should only be hers to use, and the thought of Minji’s casual affection made her blood boil. Her movements were precise, almost methodical. As she measured out the ingredients, each step bringing her closer to her goal.

She reached into her pocket and pulled out a small vial of poison, its contents undetectable and deadly. With a practiced hand, she added a few drops into the batter, ensuring it blended seamlessly. The poison would be subtle, taking hours to take effect, giving no hint of its presence until it was too late.

The next day, during their study group, she brought a tray of freshly baked cupcakes, their sweet aroma filling the room. With a practiced smile, she approached the girl. “I baked these last night,” she said, her voice dripping with false warmth. “I know how much you love sweets, so I saved the best one just for you.”

Minji’s eyes lit up, grateful and unsuspecting. “Thank you! That’s so sweet of you,” she replied, taking the cupcake eagerly. She bit into it without a second thought, savoring the taste. Watching, her smile never wavering, as Minji enjoyed the treat. The study group continued as usual, with everyone focusing on their assignments and discussing their topics. Hours passed, and as the session came to an end, Minji began to feel the first signs of the poison taking effect. She winced, her hand clutching her stomach, but brushed it off as a mere stomachache.

Later that night, as Minji lay in bed, the pain intensified. The subtle poison worked its way through her system, causing excruciating pain. She gasped for breath, her body wracked with agony. Within hours, the poison claimed its victim, leaving Minji lifeless and cold. The lethal gift did its work.

The next day, news of Minji’s sudden and tragic death spread through the campus like wildfire. She could hear the whispers and saw the shocked faces of her peers. She wore a mask of concern, her eyes wide with faux sympathy. Inside, however, she felt a twisted sense of satisfaction, a smirk threatening to break through her facade.

“That’s terrible,” she said to a classmate, her voice laced with carefully crafted sorrow. “I can’t believe something like this happened.”

As the conversations around her continued, she maintained her act, but deep inside, she reveled in her success. Minji was no longer a threat.

She had been shadowing Sunghoon and his friends for weeks, blending into their group with ease. Today, she sat at their usual table in the bustling cafeteria, watching as Sunghoon chatted with Heeseung, Jay, and Wonyoung. Her heart pounded when a new figure approached the table: Joon, a charismatic student known for throwing the best parties.

“Hey, Sunghoon!” Joon called out, his voice brimming with excitement. “I’m throwing a party after the exams. You should totally come. It’s gonna be epic!”

Sunghoon looked up, a hint of hesitation in his eyes. “I don’t know, Joon. I’ve got a lot of studying to do even afterwards.”

Joon waved his hand dismissively while winking in Wonyoung's direction. “Come on, man! You can’t study all the time. It’ll be good to unwind. Plus, everyone’s going to be there.”

Clenching her jaw, her mind racing. This party was a threat, a potential distraction that could pull Sunghoon further away from her. Forcing a smile, she interjected, “A party sounds fun, but don’t you think it’s important to stay focused on your studies, Sunghoon?”

Joon laughed. “Lighten up! It’s just one night.”

Sunghoon finally nodded, though reluctantly. “Alright, I’ll try to make it.”

Her smile faltered, but she quickly recovered. There was no way of letting this new social connection ruin her plans.

She had been watching Joon for days, observing his every move. He who dared to invite Sunghoon to a party was an unequivocal threat to widen his social circle and pull him further away from her. Over several days, she slipped threatening notes and disturbing, gory images into his locker. Each message was more terrifying than the last, escalating his fear and paranoia.

“Stay away from Sunghoon, or you’ll regret it,” one note read, accompanied by a photo of a mutilated teddy bear.

His once confident demeanor crumbled. Dark circles formed under his eyes as he lost sleep. His grades slipped, the terror consuming his thoughts. She watched with satisfaction as he became a shadow of his former self.

One night, as he walked home from another party, his steps were slow and weary. She followed silently, her movements careful and calculated. The streets were empty, the only sounds were the distant hum of traffic and the occasional rustle of leaves. She stayed in the shadows, her eyes fixed on her prey.

When he turned into a dark alley, she made her move. In one swift motion, she wrapped a garrote wire around his throat, pulling it tight. His eyes bulged in shock, his hands clawing at the wire, trying to scream but only managing a strangled gasp. The struggle was brief and silent, the wire cutting deep and fast, severing his cries and his life.

His lifeless body dropped to the ground, a pool of blood forming beneath him. She stood over him for a moment, watching the life fade from his eyes. The thrill of control and power coursed through her veins, a dark satisfaction settling in her chest. She wiped the wire clean and slipped it back into her pocket, leaving the scene as silently as she had arrived, smiling proudly.

The next day, the campus buzzed with the news of the boy’s tragic and mysterious death. She mingled once again with the concerned and the curious, her face a mask of shock and sadness.

Inside, she felt a twisted sense of triumph. One less distraction for Sunghoon, one step closer to securing him for herself.

She had always been meticulous in her surveillance of Sunghoon. Her obsession with him had led her to follow him discreetly, ensuring she was never far from his side. One evening, she decided to trail him after he left the university, curious about his destination.

As she followed him through the bustling streets, her heart pounded with a mix of excitement and anxiety. Sunghoon turned into a small cinema, a place she hadn’t expected. She bought a ticket and followed him inside, maintaining a safe distance. Her eyes widened in shock and fury when she saw him with a girl from another university, their hands intertwined. They were laughing and seemed entirely engrossed in each other.

Her mind raced with thoughts of betrayal and rage. Who was this girl? How dare she come between her and Sunghoon? She gritted her teeth, her hands clenching into fists. As they left the cinema, she snapped a few photos of them together, her mind already forming a plan to eliminate this new threat.

The basement was cold and dimly lit, every corner meticulously organized to ensure no sound escaped. There she stood in the center, a chilling smile playing on her lips as she looked at the bound and gagged girl in front of her. Sunghoon’s alleged girlfriend, now nothing more than a terrified captive, was tied to a heavy wooden chair, her eyes wide with fear.

“I warned you,” she began, her voice soft and deceptively kind. “I warned you to stay away from Sunghoon.” She picked up a pair of pliers from the metal tray beside her, the dim lightglinting off the sharp metal. "But apparently, threatening letters and dead rats at your door do not bother you."

The girl’s sobs grew louder, her pleas muffled by the gag. The girl struggled futilely against her bonds as she approached, pliers in hand. “Sadly, you didn’t listen,” she continued, a hint of mockery in her tone. “Now, you’re going to pay the price.”

With brutal efficiency, she gripped the girl’s jaw, forcing her mouth open. The girl’s screams were stifled by the gag, her eyes rolling back in agony as the first tooth was ripped out. Blood poured from her mouth, splattering onto the floor. One by one, the teeth were extracted, each accompanied by a fresh wave of pain and muffled screams. She hummed a cheerful tune as she worked, placing each bloodied tooth carefully into a small jar. When she was done, she stepped back, admiring her handiwork. The girl’s mouth was a bloody ruin, her sobs now reduced to weak, incoherent moans.

“Look at you,” she said, holding up the jar of teeth. “Such a pretty collection. I think I’ll make something special out of these. Maybe a ring? Or a necklace? Sunghoon always had a taste in unique jewelry.” She set the jar aside and leaned in close, her face inches from the girl’s. “You should’ve stayed out of Sunghoon’s business,” she hissed. “You should’ve known better than to try and take him from me.”

The girl’s eyes were filled with a mix of terror and confusion, her pleas unintelligible. Only laughing, a cold, mirthless sound. “Help me! Help me! No one can hear you,” she mocked. “No one is coming to save you.”

Growing tired of the girl’s incomprehensible cries, she grabbed a large butcher knife from the tray. With one swift motion, she severed the girl’s hand at the wrist. Blood gushed from the wound, and the girl’s screams reached a new, agonizing pitch. “Gosh, stop whining like a bitch and take it!” she snapped, covering her ears. The girl’s continued screams grated on her nerves, driving her to the edge of her patience. Finally, in a fit of frustration, she slashed the girl’s throat. The screams stopped abruptly, replaced by a gurgling sound as blood poured from the fatal wound.

She stood back, watching the life drain from the girl’s eyes. Once she was certain the girl was dead, she set to work with a grim determination. The body was dragged to a large vat of acid she had prepared earlier. She pushed the body into the vat, watching as the flesh began to dissolve, the room filling with the acrid smell of burning skin.

While the acid did its work, she carefully cleaned and dried the severed hands, removing every trace of blood. She placed them in a transparent box, admiring the grotesque display. As she closed the lid on the box, she couldn’t help but smile. Everything was falling into place. Sunghoon would be hers, and no one would stand in her way.

Ascending the basement stairs, her steps slow and methodical. She had cleaned up everything meticulously, ensuring no trace of her gruesome act remained—except for the vat of acid, its contents now dissolving away any evidence. As she emerged from the basement, a wave of nausea suddenly overwhelmed her.

Staggering towards the bathroom, she could feel the bile rising in her throat. She barely made it to the sink before she began to vomit, her body convulsing with each heave. The acidic taste of bile burned her throat, tears streaming down her face as she purged the contents of her stomach.

When the retching finally subsided, she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, her breathing ragged. She glanced up at the mirror above the sink, her reflection barely recognizable behind her disheveled bangs. Her eyes, wide and wild, stared back at her. Slowly, a hysterical laugh bubbled up from within her, mingling with her tears.

Her laugh grew louder, more unhinged, as she gazed at her reflection. Tears of anguish and frustration streamed down her cheeks, but she couldn’t stop laughing. The sound echoed off the bathroom walls, a chilling mix of mirth and madness.

Without warning, she drew back her fist and smashed it into the mirror. The glass shattered, shards flying in all directions, some embedding in her knuckles. Blood mingled with the tears on her face as she stood there, panting and trembling.

The remnants of the mirror reflected her fractured image. She stared at the jagged pieces for a moment, her breathing shallow and erratic. Then, her legs gave out, and she collapsed onto the bathroom floor, her body racked with sobs.

She lay there, the cold tiles pressing against her skin, her mind a chaotic storm of emotions. The reality of her actions crashed over her, the weight of her obsession and the depths of her madness suffocating her. But even in her despair, a dark satisfaction lingered. Sunghoon was one step closer to being hers, and no one else would ever come between them again.

Lying on the floor, her vision began to blur. She closed her eyes, tears still streaming down her face. Slowly, she began to mouth the lyrics of one of her favorite songs. Her voice was barely a whisper, but the words held a twisted kind of comfort for her.

"This may become a little brutal if I'm honest," she mouthed, her lips forming the words with deliberate care. Her voice was shaky, filled with both desperation and determination. "But it's any- anything for you my dear, I promise."

The words echoed in her mind, a haunting lullaby that mirrored her descent into madness. As the last line left her lips, her strength gave out completely. Her consciousness slipped away, leaving her lying on the cold bathroom floor, surrounded by broken glass and blood.

The house was silent except for the faint hum of distant traffic. In the dim light, her body lay still, a testament to the lengths she would go for her obsession. The darkness enveloped her, a temporary reprieve from the chaos within.

The night was thick with foreboding as Wonyoung finally gathered the courage to approach Sunghoon, her voice trembling with the weight of the secrets she carried. They were alone in a secluded corner of the campus, the moon casting a pale light over the deserted grounds.

“Sunghoon, we need to talk. You have to know the truth,” Wonyoung said, her eyes wide with urgency. Sunghoon looked at her, concern etched across his face. "What's wrong, Wonyoung?" "It's about her. The new strange girl," Wonyoung began, her eyes darting around as if she feared being overheard. "I went to her house. She invited me to paint my nails, but… Sunghoon, she showed me her collection of painted nails. They were real, from girls she saw as a threat. Her house is full of evidence. She's dangerous!"

Sunghoon stared at her, his face a canvas of shock and disbelief. “Wonyoung, what are you saying? Are you sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure,” Wonyoung replied, her voice cracking. “She did this. She ripped off my nail." Saying that, the girl shows Sunghoon her bandaged pointer finger. Tears filling her eyes. "I barely got away. I think she's the one behind all the murders. You have to believe me. Please.”

Lurking nearby, she overheard every single word. "I couldn't help but overhear," she continued, her voice dangerously soft. "You seem to have some serious accusations against me, Wony~."

Sunghoon and Wonyoung turned to face her, both startled.

A sinister smile curled on her lips as she stepped into the light, her presence as chilling as the night itself. “It’s funny,” she said, her voice smooth as silk, “hearing you two talk like this. I had no idea you were so concerned about my little secrets.”

Wonyoung's face turned white. "Stay away from us."

Her eyes glinted with malice as she approached them, her steps measured and deliberate. “You’ve got it all wrong,” she continued, her tone mocking. “I have nothing to hide. In fact, why don’t you come with me? Let’s have a little chat at my place. It’s a bit of a mess, but I’m sure you’ll find it quite… revealing.”

Wonyoung hesitated, her suspicion palpable. “Why would we go to your house? You could be lying.”

Sunghoon, desperate to make sense of everything, placed a reassuring hand on Wonyoung’s shoulder. “Wony, those accusations are severe. We need to see it for ourselves. I have to know the truth.”

Wonyoung grabbed his arm. "No, Sunghoon, it's a trap!"

Yet Sunghoon reassured her, his determination unshaken. "I have to do this, Wonyoung."

Reluctantly, Wonyoung nodded, as she cannot leave her friend alone, and together they followed to her house, each step echoing with foreboding silence. Inside, the house was eerily quiet, the atmosphere heavy with tension. She led them to the living room, her smile still unsettlingly calm.

“Would you like some water?” she asked, her voice dripping with false sweetness. “It’s been a long night.”

Wonyoung eyed the glass of water suspiciously. “No, thank you. I’ll pass.”

Sunghoon, however, nodded. “I’ll have some.”

With a sardonic grin, she handed Sunghoon the glass. “To your health,” she said, her eyes sparkling with malice. “I promise, there’s nothing in it.”

As Sunghoon drank, Wonyoung’s gaze remained fixed on her, mind racing with doubt. “Sunghoon, be careful,” she whispered, but her words were drowned out by the sound of the glass clinking against Sunghoon’s lips.

Minutes later, Sunghoon’s eyes fluttered shut, the dissolved sleeping pill taking effect. Wonyoung watched in horror as he slumped forward, the glass slipping from his fingers and shattering on the floor. Before the girl could react, she felt a sharp sense of pain. Directly after, she crumpled, unconsciously to the floor.

“Come on, Wony. It’s time to play,” she said with a sinister smile, her voice dripping with malice. “Let’s see how much Sunghoon really cares about you.”

The basement door creaked open, revealing a room shrouded in darkness. Leading Wonyoung down the stairs, the air growing colder with each step. At the bottom, the dim light revealed a scene of horror—chains hanging from the wall and a heavy chair on the opposing side.

When they woke up, Wonyoung found herself chained to the wall by her hands and legs, while Sunghoon was tied to a heavy chair in front of her. Panic surged through them as they realized their predicament.

Wonyoung struggled against her bonds, fear and confusion flooding her senses. “Sunghoon! Wake up! We have to get out of here!”

She stood before them, her eyes gleaming with twisted delight. "Welcome to my game room," she said. "Tonight, we'll play a little game."

Her laugh echoed through the room, chilling and triumphant. “Oh, don’t worry, Wonyoung. You’re going to be a part of it as well, of course."

She picked up a set of knives, twirling one in her hand. "Sunghoon, your task is simple. You have three tries to hit Wonyoung in the head with these knives. If you succeed, I will admit to everything and set you free." She paused, a cruel smile curling her lips. "If you fail, you might as well never see the light of day. Same goes to your friends and family. It's quite simple, really."

Sunghoon, bound to the heavy chair, shook his head in disbelief. “Please, don’t do this. I’ll do anything, just don’t make me hurt Wonyoung.”

Her eyes burned with cold resolve. “You don’t have a choice, Sunghoon. You must play. Now, shall we begin.”

She handed Sunghoon a knife, its blade gleaming ominously in the dim light. Sunghoon’s hands trembled as he took it, his mind reeling with fear and desperation. Missing on purpose, the knife embedding itself harmlessly in the wall. Wonyoung's pleas for him to hit her filled the room, her voice desperate and tearful.

“Do it, Sunghoon! For all our sakes, do it!” Wonyoung shouted, her voice breaking.

Sunghoon closed his eyes, the knife in his hand feeling like lead. He threw for the second time, but it missed, clattering harmlessly to the floor. “I can’t do it,” he muttered, his voice breaking. “I can’t hurt you, Wonyoung. I can’t.”

He couldn’t bring himself to do it. With each throw, he missed, refusing to harm his friend. Her smile widening with each miss.

Her smile faded, replaced by a fake expression of disappointment. “Seems like you’re not as perfect as I made you out to be,” she hissed. “Well, you’ve failed. And we do play fair here. Wonyoung, being your friend, makes her my first win.”

Wonyoung’s screams pierced the air as she lunged forward with a knife. The blade sank into her chest, the sound of her agony echoing through the basement. Sunghoon’s heart shattered, his screams mingling with Wonyoung’s, the room turning into a scene of unspeakable horror.

As Wonyoung’s life ebbed away, she sat on Sunghoon’s lap, her knife still in hand.

As she gazed at Sunghoon, her lips slowly curled into a smile that could freeze the blood in your veins. It started innocently enough, a slight upturn at the corners of her mouth. But then, it spread wider, unnaturally so, stretching across her face like a mask. Her eyes, once filled with feigned warmth, now glinted with a dangerous intensity, pupils dilating as if she were a predator honing in on her prey.

The smile revealed perfectly straight teeth, each one gleaming with a chilling, predatory sheen. Her upper lip lifted just enough to expose a hint of gum, adding an unsettling, almost feral quality to her expression. It was a smile that promised not joy or kindness, but a twisted satisfaction, as if she were savoring some private, malevolent joke.

Her head tilted slightly to one side. The contrast between the sweet, almost childish tilt and the dark promise behind her grin was jarring, creating a dissonance that sent shivers down the spine of anyone who saw it. It was a smile that hinted at hidden depths of obsession and a readiness to do anything—absolutely anything—to keep Sunghoon for herself.

This was no ordinary smile; it was a harbinger of the lengths she would go to, the boundaries she would cross. It was the kind of smile that made you realize, too late, that you were already ensnared in her web.

“Mmm, look at you,” she whispered, her voice a dangerous purr. “You’re pathetic, Sunghoon. You let her die because you couldn’t do what was necessary. You’re not the hero you thought you were.”

Sunghoon’s eyes burned with hatred and disgust. “I hate you,” he spat, his voice trembling with rage. “I wish I’d never met you. You’re a monster.”

Her smile faltered, eyes flashing with fury. She jumped up, the knife still clutched in her hand. “You don’t understand, Sunghoon. I did all this for you! I dedicated everything to you! After everything I've done for you? After all the sacrifices, how dare you say something so lethal to me!”

She began to rant, her voice rising hysterically. "You wanna know a fact? Your stupid girlfriend is in that goddamn vat," she pointed to a large container in the corner, "I made fucking jewelry out of her teeth! I did it all for you! Because I fucking love you!"

Sunghoon’s words cut through her madness. “I hate you. I never want to see you again, nor will I ever love you!”

In a fit of rage, she lunged at him, her knife flashing through the air, stabbing him repeatedly while screaming, "How can you say that? How can you not see my love?!" She didn’t stop until the room was filled with the sound of his final, choked gasp. His lifeless body fell to the floor, a silent testament to her unbridled fury.

Sunghoon's blood splattered across the room as he slumped forward, lifeless. She stepped back, panting, realizing the enormity of what she had done.

As the reality sank in, she started sobbing hysterically. "No, no Sunghoon! Wake up!" she pleaded, shaking his lifeless form. Tears streamed down her face as she fell to her knees, her sobs echoing through the cold basement. “I’m sorry, Sunghoon. I’m so, so sorry,” she whispered, her voice breaking with every word. She reached out to him, her hands trembling, but it was too late. He was gone.

Her mind raced, the reality of her actions crashing down on her like a tidal wave. She had killed him, the one person she had claimed to love. The despair was overwhelming, the weight of her guilt crushing her spirit. She grabbed the knife, her hands shaking as she considered ending it all. Her fingers brushed against her throat, the blade’s edge cold and unforgiving.

But then, the distant sound of sirens cut through the silence, pulling her back from the edge. The police were coming. She had to flee. With a final, anguished scream, she stumbled to the emergency exit, her footsteps echoing through the dark basement.

She burst through the door, the fresh air biting at her skin like icy needles. The night was alive with the wail of sirens, the flashing lights slicing through the darkness, growing ever closer. She ran, her legs pounding against the grass, her breath ragged and desperate. The relentless police lights grew brighter behind her, a haunting reminder that she could never escape her sins.

As the sirens blared louder, panic clawed at her throat. She made a final, desperate decision. She couldn’t face the world, not after what she had done. The knife glinted in her hand, its blade sharp and cold, a harbinger of release. She raised it to her throat, trembling as she prepared to end it all. But then, the shouts of the approaching officers pierced the night, their voices urgent and commanding. The reality of her situation hit her like a sledgehammer, knocking the breath from her lungs.

With a final, choked sob, she dropped the knife, her strength evaporating as her body collapsed to the ground. The police swarmed around her, their voices a distant echo, their hands rough as they pulled her from the cold ground. Darkness clawed at the edges of her vision, dragging her down into its merciless embrace. The last thing she saw was the flashing lights, the sirens wailing a mournful dirge, a cruel reminder of the hell she had created for herself.

As consciousness slipped away, a final, despairing thought flickered in her mind: Sunghoon. His name was a whispered lament, a ghost of a hope that had long since died. And then, there was nothing but darkness.

cold boyfriend!Enhypen hyung line with their sweet girlfriend

a/n: Hi! I make this reaction because of this ⬆️ and I hope it isn't very bad! also, sorry for possible mistakes, i’m still not fluent in english + it’s not my first language

@atiny-chocolate-chip here you go ❤️

Heeseung:

you bought yourself a new stuffed animal, so you went to show it off to your boyfriend Heeseung

“Hee look! I bought a new mascot!" you said enthusiastically

“Another? Why do you need a new one if you already have a lot of them?” he asked, throwing a short glance at you, then his attention was again on his phone

“It’s nice and prettt so I bought it ... I called him Fluffy!” you approached your boy with a smile, but he didn't even look at you, so you just turned around, about to leave the room sadly, but you were stopped by Heseung's hand on your wrist

“Nice name” he muttered as he pulls you by your wrist onto his lap

“It fits … him” he added and kissed your nose, wrapping his hands around your waist

Jay:

you were out for a walk in the park with Jay

a few meters in front of you, two people were walking just like you and holding hands

you thought “hmm… I want to do the same with my boyfriend” so you just grabbed his hand, but he quickly took it out of your grip

you looked at your hand and awkwardly putted it in your pocket, so it wouldn't be more awkward, tho it was too late for that

Jay felt awkward too, so he putted his hand in your pocket

this time HE grabbed YOUR hand first and laced your fingers together

you looked with confused face at Jay who was looking straight ahead all the time avoiding eye contact with you

you smiled, enjoying the warmth of his hand in yours

Jake:

“I want to watch Adventure Time” you said to Jake, because it was his turn to chose which movie you guys will watch

“We are not going to watch any stupid cartoons! Stop acting like a child Y/N” he looked at you and rolled his eyes

you knew what Jake was like, but his words touched you somehow

also, you don’t act like a child, you just like watching cartoons, there’s nothing wrong about it, but your boyfriend seems to have a problem with that

after a few minutes, Jake noticed that you stopped talking and then he realized what could be causing that

you took your phone out of your pocket and started scrolling through your instagram, when you heard the opening song from "Adventure Time"

you looked at Jake, he had his eyes on the TV, but you could see a slight smile on his face when he saw from the corner of his eye that you noticed what show did he played

“i love you" you whispered and then you also focused your eyes on the TV set

Sunghoon:

you were on a date with Sunghoon on the beach, watching sunset

very romantic right?

yes. It would be very romantic, if only the unpleasant chills on your body didn’t stop you from enjoying this beautiful view

every time when even a slight wind blew, your body reacted very dramatic about it

eventually your whole body trembled and your fingers started to feel numb

Sunghoon took his eyes off the disappearing sun and looked at you

instead of a smile he wished to see cause he really like your smile, even though he won't admit it, he saw purple lips from coldness and a trembling jaw

he took off his jacket and put it on your shoulders

you looked at Hoon and he just said “Next time, get your jacket” then he putted his arm around you and rest his head against yours

now, it is romantic

cold boyfriend!Enhypen reaction to having a crush on you

a/n: actually, it's not a "boyfriend!enhypen" because enhypen members have a crush on reader, so they aren’t in any specific relationship yet

another idea from @atiny-chocolate-chip ❤️

Heeseung:

everyone knew how cold Heeseung was

every girl knew that there was no point in trying to get close to him because it would end in unnecessary tears from getting brutally rejected

it’s not like Heeseung is literally a monster without any emotions, but he liked it all, he had no problem with breaking girls hearts or trowing out love notes from his school locker

he wasn't interested in anyone he knew, until he met you

the first time he saw your smile, his body filled with a strange, previously unknown feeling

“What the fu-“ he thought as his stomach tickled strangely when he noticed you walking towards him

a few seconds later you passed Heeseung, and the scent of your perfume reached his nostrils he thought that you smell really good

first, Hee didn't allow himself to think that he might be liking someone, but day by day, he more and more often caught himself thinking about you or blushing every time you said something to him

and then he realized- he has a crush on you 😵😵😵

Jay:

Jay knew from the very beginning that he like you, but he wouldn't admit it

how would he dislike you when you are so pretty, kind, charming, helpful and friendly?

he knew that he is not the only boy who like you, which of course didn't surprised him, but the thought that someone else would call you "theirs" was killing him

Jay remember very well the day he met you and the day he realized that his heart start to like someone

your classes were over and normally you would just go straight home but this day the weather outside was horrible

you didn't have an umbrella, so you stood infront the entrance of your school, watching the rain drops fall down from the sky

Jay just left school when he saw you

something in his mind was telling him to come over to you, so that's what he did

you were too much in your on world to notice that Jay appeared next to you

and then you felt someone's hand on yours

Jay grabbed your hand to put an umbrella in it

“Go home, you will give the umbrella back to me another time” he said and walked away, leaving you alone

Jay's cheeks burned like fire, so were yours

“wow” he whispered, a slight smile appeared on his face

Jake:

Jake knew you because you were friends with Jay

when he saw you for the first time, butterflies appeared in his stomach

your first real interaction was quite unusual for Jake, but it was one of the best days of his life

Jake was out for a walk with Layla

suddenly, Layla snapped off the leash

after a long search for the dog, tired boy sat down on the bench, putting his face in his hands

then, a strangely familiar laugh disturbed his calmness

a laugh so melodic, that Jake could listen to it for hours

he raised his head and a few meters in front of him was a girl, lying on the grass and next to her was a dog that licked her face

LAYLA

Jake, seeing his dog, immediately moved towards the stranger

“LAYLA I WAS LOOKING FOR YOU!” he shouted, but his dog didn't pay much attention to him

“It's your dog?” in that moment, Jake had a perfect view at the 'stranger' and when he realized that YOU were laying with his dog, he blushed

“Yes” he replied shortly and walked over to Layla, to fasten her leash

“She's so cute” you said as you were petting her head

“I know” 🙂

“Maybe I could go for a walk with you and her someday?” you asked and Jake's cheeks turned from pink to red

“…” surprised and ashamed boy was speechless

he wanted to say “yeah, of course” with his whole heart but he simply couldn’t, his body had other plan

“Gotta go now, but please, think it over, take my number from Jay and let me know ok?” Jake just nodded his head at which you smiled and walked away

“So she knew who I am all this time!?" he was surprised omgg he was also kinda scared 😭

then he turned to Layla

“THANK YOU” he shouted and crouched down to hug the dog

Sunghoon:

you know the “ice prince” shit right?

i don't want to repeat how you melted his cold “like ice” heart, but I won't lie, that's truth

boy thought that he isn’t able to like someone, and suddenly you appeared, and he realized that he’s wrong

you two met by a accident

you ran into him in the library

then you ran into each other on the stairs when he was coming up and you were going down, and of course you got in your way

another time you caught the same product in the store

after all these "coincidences", Sunghoon realized it was destiny

it can't be a coincidence that he keeps running into the same girl who makes him feel feelings he never felt before

“We have to be together” he thought after you ran into each other again, this time on the street

Cold!Sunghoon reaction to bumping into his crush

a/n: Sunghoon's sister is actually 14 yo, but here she is much younger

also, this idea is from annon who send this request to @atiny-chocolate-chip ❤️

That day was warm and sunny

Sunghoon noticed that he doesn't spend much time with his sister, so he decided that they would go somewhere together, like brother and sister. After playing at the playground, Sunghoon took his sister to a nearby ice cream shop for ice cream

"This day is so cool!" the happy, little girl screamed, looking up at her brother

"Glad you like it" Sunghoon smiled broadly at her words. When he was looking at his sister, he didn't pay attention to how he was going, which made him bump into someone

"Sorry" said a clearly female voice, well known to Sunghoon

"No problem" he said, instantly changing his tone from a loving brother to a cold Hoon

"Sunghoon?" you asked surprised

"As you can see" he muttered meanly, but his heart was beating so hard that he began to wonder if you could hear his heartbeat

"Who is this cutie?" You looked at the girl next to him who was holding his hand, and she immediately smiled at you

"My sister" replied Sunghoon, looking up to the sky, to avoid eye contact with you. After a short silence, Sunghoon's sister spoke up:

"Hoonie, is this that Y/N you keep telling mom about?" the youngest asked looking at her brother. Her words made Sunghoon's eyes got wider and his cheeks more red than ever

"Oh, so 'Hoonie' is talking about me to your mom?" you asked jokingly, laughing at Sunghoon’s reaction and his cute nickname

"Yes! He tells her that you are very pretty and that ..." before she managed to say anything more, Sunghoon covered her mouth

"We're going home" he grabbed her hand and began to walk away. All he wanted to do in that moment was cry from embarrassed

"BYE Y/N!" Sunghoon's sister shouted, waving to you, and you waved back with a big smile on your face

"I hate you" he said to his sister, and she just laughs at his word, knowing damn well that he loves her more than anything

“𝟕 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧” 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐄𝐧𝐡𝐲𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 💋

warning: a little sugestive (making out )

a/n: if you are under 16+ then please, dni, I mean that's just some making out, but I will feel bad with the thought that someone really young read that

Heeseung:

you were at your friend’s party and someone suggested to play “spin the bottle”

your friends spined, it stopped on you

“Truth or dare?” a guy you didn’t know asked you

“Dare” as a baddie you are obliviously, you picked dare because hey, what can possibly happen, right?

"Play 7 minutes in heaven with Heeseung" you actually didn’t expect that, but you’re not going to back out 🙄

you went to bathroom, and you friend locked the door

LITERALLY a second after that, Heeseung stood infront of you like 🧍

“What are you-“ he cut you up with his lips on yours

this kiss was hot

he putted one of his hands on your waist and the other one on the wall, next to your face

you placed your hands on his cheeks and then, when the kiss started to get sloppy and spicier, the doors opened

"You can leave" your friends said as you and Heeseung look at each other with blush on your cheeks and heavy breath

Jay:

i think he would be pretty chill about this whole thing

“You have to play 7 minutes in-“

“Yeah yeah, I get it, can we start?”

“Bro, you don't even know who will be locked with you”

"Ok, can we hurry up please?"

he was just really bored, but when he heard your name, he started to hurry things up even more

"Y/N, come on! Hurry up, I don't have time!"

when you guys were finally alone, he started to flirt

"U know ... your lips look so cold, I can warm them with mine" *wink*

his pickup lines were so bad, you felt sorry from him 😭

he wasn't expecting you to actually laugh at his awful pickup lines, so he just shut you up with his lips

he lied about your cold lips because they weren’t cold

they were soft

kiss was delicate and nice, but he wanted something more ... spice????

when he was about to start going further, the doors opened

"Jay, you can leave now cause as I remember, you "don't have time” do you?"

Jay promised himself that he will make out with you another time, after all he didn’t embarrassed himself infront of you for nothing

Jake:

ok hear me out besties ❗️❗️❗️

so… Jake hadn’t his first kiss yet

i mean like, a real kiss, not a peck on a lips when he was 6, from a girl in kindergarten

he might seem experienced but his not

his friends knew that all of course

they also knew that Jake has the biggest crush on you from first year of high school, so they invented you to their house for “a big party 🎉 “ (they lied about that “big” part) and made you play some games with them

you started really innocent

first game you played was monopoly

then “spin the bottle” comes up

and when it were your turn to pick a challenge, Sunghoon asked “truth or dare”

you pick truth

that answer wasn’t expected, you ruined their plan ngl, but Hee came up with a new one, brighter one

“Ok, tell us about your most embarrassing moment in your entire life" Heeseung said with a big grin on his face

now, you’re the one surprised

your face literally said 😧

obviously you don't want to do this, so you try to back out

"You know what? I will pick dare then 😁"

"But you're 100% sure? You can't back out this time" Heeseung warned you, but you still decided to go for it and said quick "yeah"

"Go to that closet and play 7 minutes in heaven with, hmm… Jake!" you looked at him and his face was like “what 😀”

he was literally so shocked that his hands started to sweat a little, but he still was kind of happy

"Ok, I guess” you reply

so let’s move on to the moment when Jay and Sunghoon lock you up with Jake in not very big closet

at first it was so awkward

he had not kissed anyone in his life, so he doesn't even know what to do and where to start

"So are we supposed to kiss or-?”

"I- like- I haven't kissed anybody ... ever"

"It's totally fine if you don't want to kiss me, we can just sit here and-"

"Naur! I want to kiss you, but I don't really know how…"

boys, were dying from cringe on the outside of the closet ☠️😭

"Come closer" he did as you told him

"And just go with the flow" once again he did as you said

BOOM BOW HE WAS KISSING YOU

it wasn’t as hard as he thought

he feels a thousands of butterflies in his stomach

you started to move your lips, and he did the same

kiss from second to second was getting sloppier and in the end it looked like the kiss from gif

he was like hungry (?? idk it sounds creepy) cause it feels so nice and he wanted more

he has his hands awkwardly placed on his knees, and you have yours on both sides of his arms

"Get out of here, horny perverts!" Jay scolded both of you when he open the closet door and saw what he saw

Sunghoon:

he didn't want to play in the first place

he was tried after a long day so he just wanted to sleep

even when he heard that you also will play the game

but his friends forced him to play it

he was so annoyed that he HAVE to sit here when he clearly doesn’t want to

"You and Y/N will get locked up” those words mostly his name but let’s say that yours too broke him from his thought

"What?" he said, still annoyed and more tired

his friends told him what's going on, so he stood up and made his way to one of the rooms in which you will be locked with him

you went after him and sit on the room’s bed

door was already closed, and you played with your fingers

"let's cuddle" he said all of a sudden, and you looked at him a little confused

"Huh?"

"L-E-T-S C-U-D-D-L-E, u know, we can kiss and after that go to sleep"

"You’re really sleepy, aren’t you?"

"Yeah, a bit”

"So we can go to sleep right away, I don’t mind having a small nap"

"But who said I want to waste a kiss from you?"

his answer made you blush

he approached you and lay on the bed next to you

"Lay down please" he told you, and you did that

after that he hug you, and he kissed your forehead, then your nose and lastly, he kissed your lips

it wasn't making out, that’s a fact

it was very sweet cuddling

after some minutes of kissing softly, the doors opened

"Get out!" Sunghoon muttered hiding his head in the crock of your neck

"But the time is over, you can leave now"

"GET OUT!" and then you were again alone

Cold!Sunghoon talking about his crush with his mother

this is a part of this

"Hi" he said to her, and she turned around, now facing him

"Oh, Hey Hoon!" she said, looking at her son with a big smile on her face. A smile turned into suspicious face tho, after seeing his weirdly happy expression

"Oh, Hey Hoon!" she said, looking at her son with a big smile on her face. A smile turned into suspicious face tho, after seeing his weirdly happy expression

Something doesn’t feel right

"Why are you so smiley today, huh?”

Seeing Sunghoon THAT happy just doesn’t feel right

It's not like she doesn't want him to be happy, but he is a little closed, and he barely showed emotions, so it was really rare to see him like this

"I don't know what are you talking about" he smiled even brighter to his mother

"Oh, come on, tell me!" Mrs. Park whine, being curious about reasons of Sunghoon's happiness

"I got paired to do history project with Y/N!"

"And who this Y/N is?" women asked a little confused. She heard that name before, for sure, but she didn’t remember who’s this name is

"She is Hoonie's girlfriend!" Hyeji screamed while she runned into the kitchen

"She's not!… not yet” Sunghoon mumbled two last words, looking down

"Oh so it's THAT Y/N!" Mrs.Park clapped her hands as an act of realization

"Yeah.... I will meet with her tomorrow in the school’s library and I can't wait for it!" his excitement was painted all over his face and he looked like he is about to explode from all this emotions. His mother laughed at how her son acted. Then Sunghoon went to his room to choose the best outfit for tomorrow and Mrs. Park thought about how happy she is for her son she also wished him luck on his little “date not date”

me whenever I see a Jake or Sunghoon stan:

sorry but you guys are just SO hot

pls date me 😫🙏

H‌A‌V‌E‌ Y‌O‌U‌ S‌E‌E‌N‌ M‌Y‌ B‌O‌Y‌F‌R‌I‌E‌N‌D‌?

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I can't handle it anymore 🔥🥲

i’m going to scream

i’m going to scream.

HES SO FINE like yes i will dream of u why thank you

lowk peeling the layers of my eyes rn AAAA

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