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enhypen reaction ➳ flowerfields + kisses

requested? : yes!

pairing : enhypen x gn!reader

genre : fluff!

a/n : i'm sorry in advance if these come off as repetitive (esp in the beginning), and i hope it all makes sense! i'm really trying to get back into the groove of writing!! i hope you enjoy anyway <3

scenario : while visiting a flowerfield, you place a flower behind your boyfriend's ear, and your faces are closer than ever.. he thinks you're going to kiss his lips, of course, but what if you had a different plan?

heeseung

after finding a spot in the shade, the two of you sat down amongst the flowers. the two of you sat in comfortable silence, you choosing to pick one of the flowers beside you.

turning to your boyfriend, you tapped his shoulder. once he turned to you, you leaned forward with your hand on his cheek, using your other hand to place a pretty pink flower behind his ear. once done, you leaned back, realizing your faces were super close together.

"can i kiss you?" you shyly asked, watching as he nodded, preparing himself for your kiss.

you, however, just placed a kiss on his nose. his face dawned a shocked expression as you got up and ran away giggling.

"yah, y/n! get back here!" heeseung called before playfully chasing after you.

jay

sitting on a bench beside jay, you noticed a few flowers beside your feet. reaching down to pick one, jay watched you the whole time. when you sat back up and turned to him, you placed the flower behind his ear. when you leaned back, you placed your hand on his cheek, mesmerized by how perfect your boyfriend actually is.

"jay?"

"hm?"

"can i kiss you?"

"of course." jay nodded, closed his eyes, and began leaning in to kiss you.

when you chose to place a kiss on his nose rather than his lips, jay's eyes shot open before he just stared at you in shock.

you bursted into laughter at this, "i'm sorry, my love."

"you owe me a real kiss now."

"of course, of course."

jake

jake had brought you back to australia with him to visit his family. because you had known about this trip for a while, you'd done research on places to visit in brisbane, and you came across a bunch of different types of gardens and flowerfields. jake thought it sounded like a good date idea, and you eventually found yourself laying in a flowerfield beside your boyfriend.

"are you having fun?" jake asked, laying on his side so he could look at you.

"yeah, i love it here." you turned to face him as well, bringing up a flower you'd picked and placing it behind his ear, "can i kiss you?"

jake nodded, closing his eyes when he felt your hand on his cheek. however, after feeling you kiss his nose, his eyes slowly opened once again.

"that's cute, now a real one." jake grinned before leaning in to kiss you for real.

sunghoon

you and sunghoon had brought a picnic basket with you, deciding to have a mini feast in the middle of a small flower field you'd found together.

scooting closer to your boyfriend with a flower in hand, he gave you a confused look. once you'd placed the flower behind his ear, he just went back to sipping his drink.

"hoon," you pouted, "you look so cute. can i kiss you?"

"well, who am i to say no to a kiss?" sunghoon looked up at you with a grin, leaning in and closing his eyes.

to his surprise, you kissed his nose, and not his lips like he previously thought. you held back a laugh as you looked at his confused expression.

"y/n, what was that for?" he huffed.

"that's payback for you ignorning me earlier." you laughed before continuing to eat your food while sunghoon sat there with a pout on his lips.

sunoo

after getting ice cream, you and sunoo found yourselves walking through rows of flowers. it was the perfect end to a perfect day, you thought. however, as you looked at sunoo, you decided to play a tiny little prank on him.

"hey sunoo," you watched as he turned to look at you, "can i kiss you?"

"of course." sunoo replied like it was an obvious answer.

as you placed your hand on his cheek, his eyes fluttered closed. you held back a laugh before placing a small peck on the tip of his nose.

"y/n!" sunoo scoffed as he opened his eyes, "that was not a kiss."

"it was a kiss, just not one on the lips." you retorted, and sunoo rolled his eyes.

"touché."

jungwon

"wonnie, look!" you gasp, picking a flower that had caught your eye, "c'mere."

reluctantly, jungwon leaned closer to you, allowing you to place the flower behind his ear. jungwon's cheeks were dusted with blush now, only made worse when you spoke again.

"can i kiss you?"

your boyfriend nodded, closing his eyes in anticipation. however, upon feeling your lips on his nose, his eyes opened. giving you a glare, he crossed his arms.

"no fair, y/n!"

"i never said i was going to kiss your lips, wonnie."

ni-ki

"i look ridiculous." ni-ki sighed, looking at himself in his phone camera after you placed a flower behind his ear.

"c'mon, riki, you look so cute! i could kiss you right now."

"oh, yeah? go ahead." ni-ki looked at you expectantly, closing his eyes when you started getting closer.

the feeling of your lips pressing against his nose was enough to make him scoff.

"y/n!"

"what? nose kisses count!"

[PHOTOS]

Enhypen interview and first pitch for Korean Heritage Night at Dodger Stadium

Watch here:

🔗 https://t.co/NsN5Tdtrva

may this december be kind and warm to all of us. I know for some it's a tough month, but I hope we can find some comfort, even if it's in something super mundane as a bowl of warm soup or a cozy sweater that hasn't been worn in a while. enjoy the slow days and use them to rest! and if you can, please go on gloomy walks and eat something sweet ❄️🐻‍❄️🤍

★ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒 with enhypen

pairing; bf!enhypen x afab!reader || genre; fluff || w/c; 1K || warnings; not proofread, a lot of pet-names !

a/n; woahhh i posted three drabbles yesterday,, but i figured that i should add one more to the list bc i’m lovesick 🥰

lee heeseung. [ hold ]

you were probably the most easily distracted person he knew, with your train of thought often carrying you off to a momentary daze at the sight of something else.

at first, heeseung didn’t seem to mind it too much, but now that you were more focused on the fluffy translucent clouds, than on him, he felt a little pouty :(

“hey— look at me too, pumpkin.”

if that didn’t work, he’d raise his hands to gently cup your cheeks, fingers softly brushing against your skin.

“as i was saying,,, how do you like my new hair??”

he’d just proceed to ask that while you’d gawk at him like— at least give me a second to recollect myself from acting like a blushing mess, thank you very much!!

park jongseong. [ intertwine ]

jay loved the warmth that enclosed his fingers whenever you two had your hands intertwined with one another!

so he’d come up with excuses and rack his brain to think of silly activities that’d present him with the right opportunities to do so

like for example, when you two decided to bake together, jay would randomly suggest,

“how about we mix the batter together?”

“—uh… and how do we do that?”

with one of your hands preoccupied with holding the whisk, he’d wrap his fingers around your free-hand.

“there!! and if you get tired, i’ll transfer some energy over to you~!”

that wasn’t how it worked, but it’s okay!!

you knew he was doing all these with a certain intention, so you’d let it slide :)

sim jaeyun. [ win ]

“woo!! let’s go, baby! up-top!”

jake would be your biggest supporter in life — he’d always be present for significant moments such as your graduation, or your first win in a sports competition!

you can just scan the row of attendees, and you’d see his twinkling eyes, as well as his handmade banner spelling your name in bold, cute stickers of balloons and animals pasted all over the empty space.

he’d also be there for the smaller moments of your life, such as the first successful batch of cookies baked, or your first time solving those ‘only 0.00001% of people can get this right!’ type of things.

whenever you waddle up to him, regardless of whether you’re holding up a medal or your phone, he’d lovingly wish you all the congratulations and give you all the love you’d need.

snaking a hand, and resting it on the small of your back, he’d pull you close to his embrace to shower you in a load of kisses and praises! <3

park sunghoon. [ lay ]

you two loved to stargaze during the available hours of your day! it was just a bonding activity filled with solace and comforting silence.

sunghoon and you would lay a gingham picnic-mat in the midst of a grassy field located at a nearby park, and begin the fun!

sunghoon was pretty smart at making out constellations, and often told you that the one you were currently pointing at was an ophiuchus or something along those lines.

unlike him, you had no knowledge about this whatsoever, and just enjoyed being in his company.

“ooh, that one looks like a pineapple!”

he’d giggle softly at your revelation and respond with,

“not quite, but whatever you say, angel.”

he’d often outstretch his hand such that it was resting on yours because he loved to draw little constellations onto your palm <33

kim sunoo. [ squeeze ]

“—hey hey! don’t panic, love.. just remember what you recited to me last night, and you’ll be fine! trust me.”

you’d have to do a big presentation or say a speech to prominent people, and naturally, you’d worry and stress a lot about it.

however, not to fret because sunoo would always be there to help you out!

“should i say it again?? or are you tired? do you wanna go to bed??”

“don’t worry ‘bout me! just go ahead and continue :)”

he’d even stay up late to ensure that everything goes in order, and would run smoothly.

on the big day, he’d wrap his hand around your clammy ones to offer affirming squeezes while he muttered unique reassurances like,

“you’re gonna kill it—! positively i mean,,”

cherry on top is that he’d give you a peck before you’d have to leave <3

yang jungwon. [ hug ]

jungwon loved hugging you, because, well—you were so huggable!

he didn’t even know if that was a word. if not, that’d be his own invention.

you’d be minding your own business, washing the dishes, when suddenly a pair of arms would wrap around your waist, embracing you in a back-hug.

you’d feel jungwon’s chin rest on your shoulder, and could hear his steady breaths beside your ear.

“you were gone from the bed for too too long,, i was starting to miss you!”

“won, the dish soap’s gonna get all over your sleeves—!!”

you’d try and roll his long sleeves up his arm, afraid if he’d stain it or something, and he’d just mumble,

“it’s okay,, can we just stay like this for another minute?”

he finds so much comfort being around you, like you light up his entire world and give him meaning to his life <3

nishimura riki. [ wipe ]

riki was often very observant about things, especially when it came to you!

so he’d often notice the new way you styled your hair, or the new necklace you’d recently gotten, because he really really loves you and pays a lot of attention to you <3

when he sees even a tinyyy bit of frosting on on your cheek, he feels the urge to just wipe it off for you.

“this bakery makes such tasty cakes, we shou—“

abruptly, he’d extend a hand to wipe off the streak of icing, before resting the weight of his head on the palm of his hand with the intention of listening to your next words.

“— you were saying, love??”

but you’d be so flustered with all these butterflies soaring around in your tummy, that you’d just pause for a moment, not knowing how to suppress the tingling sensation of heat washing your cheeks.

₍^._.^₎⟆ ꕑ ENHYPEN . . all my sweet dreams are with you, i like you a lot! ★ 愛は風のよう、あなたはそれを見ることはできませんが、それを感じることができます。

permanent taglist. (open) :

@wondipity @yjjungwon

m.b. cr. : @boos2bies

🏷️ tags.

SHALL WE DANCE … lee heeseung !!

PAIRING → idol!heeseung x fem!reader | GENRE → fluff, idol!au | WORD COUNT → 0.2k

AUTHOR’S NOTE → happy seungie day !! <3

the delightful sounds of shared laughter echoed through the practice room that held only you and heeseung, alone.

“yeah, so spread out your arms like this—not like this,” heeseung demonstrated, correcting you as he finished with lingering laughter.

for fun, he was teaching you one of enhypen’s choreographies, and it only brought you two joy, being in one another’s presence and just having fun, living life without a single thought of the stresses you had earlier this day or this week.

you nodded with a smile, fixing the position of your body the way he told you to, when all of a sudden, your eyes went wide. you felt heeseung from behind, his arms snaking their way around your waist as he hugged you from the back.

his embrace was warm, homely even.

you relaxed under the contact and smiled, and so did he.

and with that, he rested his head on your own, swaying side to side, content as your hearts beated in sync for each other.

PART TWO → BABY

AUTHOR’S NOTE → happy heeseung day !! and thanks for reading !! <3 reblogs and feedback don’t hurt, right? <3

CONFIDENT

PAIRING. enhypen hyung line x fem!reader

SYNOPSIS. after graduating high-school and having a major glow-up over summer, you became more confident in yourself and got the title of the most popular girl at decelis university in your first week of freshman year. you instantly dethroned all of the sophomore girls, on top of being so pretty, kind, smart and sexy… girl you have it all. yet you’re still the same kind, naïve and funny y/n that can’t refuse anyone coming her way. after all, you know what they say… confidence makes a girl sexy but kindness is key!

GENRE. college au, social media au with written parts, humor, romance, slowburn, fluff, angst, suggestive, smut 

WARNINGS. suggestiveness and smut sometimes (only with older members), dark humor, swearing & profanities, mature topics such as body shaming, bullying, drugs etc. every chapter has its warnings!

FEATURING. txt’s yeonjun, aespa’s karina, itzy’s ryujin, iz*one’s yena + more!

STATUS. completed

START. 2/18/2022

END. 6/18/2022

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𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀・908 / 𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴・hyunjin x gn!reader / 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲(𝘀)・domestic fluff, established relationship, being hopelessly whipped for one another hehe

𝟭𝟭:𝟯𝟲 𝗣.𝗠. — Hwang Hyunjin is no stranger to compliments.

How couldn’t he be, when his grip on every stadium is one of titanium, when he looks and sounds like a figment of a sweet dream, when he is all that he is? And he loves the flattery. He’ll bow graciously and utter his thanks, his head lowered just far enough to conceal the smirk on his lips that says: oh, I know.

But it’s different with you. Maybe it’s because he’s clung to everything you’ve said to him since the day you met, curating a mental archive of the greatest love he'll ever know. Maybe it’s because he feels the urge to smile just looking at your face. Maybe he's that much of an enamored idiot that your praise makes him feel like he’s touching the sky.

Whatever the reason, your compliments destroy him, and tonight is no exception.

Hyunjin’s head is hovering over the sink, headband holding back his hair, hands slathering cleanser over his skin, when his phone goes off. It’s unusual for him to receive emails so late, and he rinses and dries himself with a touch of irritation. Surely it can wait until tomorrow. But the annoyance subsides when Hyunjin starts to read: photos came out early . . . congratulations again . . . will be in touch with next steps.

Behind him, the bathroom door opens, and in walks a figure with tired eyes and a matching headband over their hairline. Hyunjin feels arms circle around his waist and a familiar warmth press up against his back. “I ran out of face soap,” you mumble.

Without looking up from his screen, Hyunjin picks up his cleanser and holds it by his hip, so that you only need extend your fingers to snatch it away. You place a kiss on his cheek as a quick way of thanks, bringing a small, helpless smile to his face.

The next few minutes are spent in silence, save for the sounds of your washing. It isn’t until you glance in the mirror and see your boyfriend’s fascination with his phone that you notice something’s up.

“What’re you looking at?” You hum, curious.

Hyunjin’s reply is casual. Too casual. “The photos from the Versace shoot came out early.”

At this, you whip around to look at him. Your face is illuminated with a smile that stretches from ear to ear, the fatigue in your eyes replaced with pure anticipation. A mysterious warmth begins to spread through Hyunjin, starting in his chest and traveling as far as his cheeks, dusting them pink with embarrassment. (And so Hyunjin’s destruction begins.)

“Show me,” you demand.

Hyunjin tilts his screen in your direction, finally unable to quell the proud grin that he’s been biting back for so long. You nestle into his side and wrap your hands around his tricep, as if looking to hang onto something for emotional support, but nothing could've prepared you for what you see: silky dark hair pinned back by a pair of white sunglasses, facial features so ethereal that they rival the sculptures of Michelangelo himself, jewelry and suit jacket dull in comparison to his golden complexion, all rearranged into poses and expressions so confident and effortless that one would think he’s been doing this for years.

It is too much for you.

The noise that comes out of your mouth is terrifying—a mixture of a moan and a gasp except you’re being mauled by a mountain lion, or something—and Hyunjin starts to laugh, the forceful, involuntary kind that seizes his entire being.

“Are you kidding me?" You let go of his arm to grab hold of his phone with both hands, bringing it within inches of your face. "Is this real life?”

“What sound did you just make—?" Hyunjin is now sliding down the wall, barely able to get his words out. "Wait, I can’t breathe, stop—”

You ignore him, and Hyunjin genuinely thinks he’s going to dissolve when he sees that you’ve zoomed in far enough for his face, just his face, to take up the entire screen. “This can’t be real,” you mutter. “You can’t be real.”

“Shut up, you idiot—”

Hyunjin suddenly feels a pair of hands on his cheeks, and you start littering kisses all over his face, first on his forehead, then his temple, then his nose, his jaw, weaving words in between to form a sentence: you are the most beautiful man in the whole world, Hwang Hyunjin. He disappears into a new fit of laughter, his cheeks sore from how hard he’s beaming, his ears burning crimson. He feels like he might burst, he’s so happy, so in love.

You then pull away for a breather, and whatever plea for mercy Hyunjin has prepared goes forgotten when it occurs to him how close the two of you are, with you basically straddling him and wisps of your hair tickling his face. And you look stunning right now, barefaced and blushing and radiant. His laughter dissipates at last, leaving behind only a helplessly fond smile that turns his eyes to crescents.

“My prince,” you whisper, bumping your nose lightly against his. “Mine.”

He physically cannot go a second longer without kissing you, leaning in and sealing his grin against yours with the intensity of an oath. Yours. Forever.

“Thank you, baby."

(The truth is that Hyunjin destroys you first. It is only natural that you return the favor.)

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waking up with enhypen !

OMG HI! IM BACK TO WRITING?!!!!???!! surprising i know lolz I'm sorry for my inactivity i promise I'll try harder to be more active JAKE FIC IS COMING SOON!1!1!

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WARNINGS ! none i think??? might contain grammar errors, this was made while I was at my grandma's so bear with me i did this in like 30 minutes

word count: 1.2k

LEE HEESEUNG !

when you and heeseung sleep over at each other's house you always sleep in late. it's usually really calm and you're always the first to wake up. the strong rays of sun hit you right in the eyes and force you to wake up. you look to your side and see heeseung sleeping peacefully with one arm hanging off the bed. you lay on your side as you smile at the view besides you. your hand comes up to brush his hair out off his eyes and you get a clearer view of his eyelashes brushing against his cheeks and his slightly parted lips that leave soft breaths. you lean down to leave kisses on his cheeks and slowly trail to his nose, down to his lips. he stirs slightly and his eyes flutter open. he looks at you and closes his eyes again and smiles softly at you as you giggle at him, whispering a soft good morning and kiss him again.

rest under the cut !

PARK JONGSEONG !

mornings with jay are very chill. usually he is the first one to wake up and he gets out of bed right away, not forgetting to leave a kiss on your kiss. he walks down to the kitchen and gets all the ingredients to make your favorite pancakes. he sets the table with plates and your favorite mug. you're laid in the bed you both share and the smell of food immediately hits your senses and you feel your stomach grumble with hunger. your bare feet touch the floor and you slowly make your way to the kitchen. you find your boyfriend there cooking with a pout on his lips, a habit that he has when he is focusing on something. you slowly come behind him and hug his waist as you rest you face on his shoulder. he looks at you and kisses the top of your head, "good morning my love." he says as returns to his cooking and you smile fondly at him.

SIM JAEYUN !

waking up with jake is almost a task. you're always the first one to wake up and you like to start your routine right away but with jake it's almost impossible. on a normal day you would wake up and go to the bathroom to do your morning skincare, but jake likes to hold you down in bed and not let you leave the bed. jake has an arm draped over your waist and his face nuzzled in your neck and he let's out incoherent words that you can't quite understand but he is most likely telling you to stay for a little while. "jake i need to go make us breakfast, let me go." you say trying not to get annoyed right in the morning. he pulls himself closer to you and stuffs his face deeper in your neck "just five more minutes, baby, please." you sigh in annoyance. "I'm going to do my skincare and when i come back you get out of the bed, ok?" he lets out a groan but agrees nonetheless.

PARK SUNGHOON !

mornings with sunghoon are really calm and soft. you both wake up at the same time and usually stay in bed talking or cuddling for a while. you stretch yourself as you try to wake yourself up, you look to your side and see the clock marking 9:40 am. you look you your side and see sunghoon already looking at you making you smile at him and he does the same. you roll on top of him and make yourself comfortable in his chest. "good morning, hoon." you say looking up at him and leaving a peck on his lips. "good morning princess." he returns, running his hands on your hair, pulling you into another kiss. before the kiss got deeper you pulled out, making him chase your lips as you giggle at him. "let's get up and have breakfast or do you want to out for brunch?" you ask him, while caressing his hair. "brunch sounds nice today." you left on last peck on his lips and you both got up to get ready.

KIM SUNOO !

waking up with sunoo is one of the best things for you. usually he his the first one to wake and then he wakes you up with kisses all over your face. he giggles when he sees your eyes fluttering and you turn your head to the side, trying to dodge his kisses. "come on, love. let's wash up and eat breakfast, we have a whole day planned." you hum in response and he pecks your lips in return. sunoo helps you up and leads you to the bathroom. you both wear your matching headbands and do your skincare routine. after finishing you both make your way to the kitchen and sunoo starts making your favorite toast as you set the table with cute plates and cutlery. when he finishes cooking you both sit together to eat as you talk about the date day you planned the day before.

YANG JUNGWON !

sleepovers with jungwon always end up with you guys staying up until almost 3am. you stay up watching movies and talking and laughing about random things. so, you both usually wake up around 12/13 pm usually with someone calling you, forcing you both to wake up with the sound of your ringtone. jay often calls any of you to ask if you want to eat lunch together with the rest of the guys and obviously you both accept since it's too late to be cooking. you both lay in bed for some good 5 minutes, complaining about having to wake up and get ready. after your protests, you both go to the bathroom and wash up, trying to wash the sleep away from your eyes and trying your best to depuff you face. "we really need to start sleeping earlier." jungwon says and you agree, but you both know it's not gonna happen.

NISHIMURA RIKI !

let's be honest, most of the times you and niki have a sleepover you don't sleep. you always end up pulling an all nighter, but when you do sleep it's always messy. you never know who's gonna be the first one to wake up, it's never the same person. when you're the first one to wake up it's chaotic. you take some time to fully wake up while laying on your back and then you look to the side to see niki still sleeping, snoring quietly. you smile to yourself and roll on top of him making him wake up right away as his hands instantly make their way to your waist, holding you against him. "baby what are you doing? what time is it?" he asks still trying to process what's happening. "nothing baby, just wanted you to wake up." you say as you peck his lips with a big smile. "you need to stop doing this every time you wake me up, seriously!"

Confessions: Oikawa

(This is connected to another drabble I made in my series 'Unreq Love' so here is context if you'd like the full experience: Oikawa & Bonus)

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The gym is quiet.

Not the kind of quiet that comes from peace, but the kind that settles like dust in the corners—heavy, still, waiting. The lights are off, but the late afternoon sun filters through the high windows, painting the floor in long strokes of gold. The volleyball net hangs limply between its poles, no longer taut with purpose. There are scuff marks everywhere, like memories burned into the wood—ghosts of spikes, dives, the relentless rhythm of ambition. The echoes of laughter, shouting, the rhythmic squeak of sneakers still seem to hum beneath the silence, like the gym itself refuses to forget.

You spot him immediately.

Oikawa stands near the back wall, his figure backlit by sunlight, facing the net with his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his jacket. His shoulders are drawn tight, his posture still and unreadable. He doesn’t move when you step in, but he knows it’s you. No one walks into a gym like you do—especially not after hours. Especially not him.

You take your time crossing the floor. Your sneakers squeak a little, but he doesn’t flinch. The air smells like dust and floor polish, and something sharper underneath—like endings. Like goodbye.

“I figured I’d find you here,” you say, coming to a stop beside him.

He huffs, a soft, humorless sound. “You always do.”

“Well,” you shrug, “someone’s gotta make sure you’re not brooding yourself into an existential crisis.”

Finally, he glances at you. There’s a tiredness in his eyes, something far quieter than the version of him everyone else sees. You know it well. You’ve seen it before, behind locker room doors, in the quiet of bus rides home, in the way his voice would sometimes crack when no one was supposed to hear. He looks like someone who's been chasing a shadow for too long and just realized it was always out of reach.

“I thought maybe if I stayed long enough, it’d feel different,” he murmurs, gaze shifting back to the net. “But it still hurts.”

“Of course it hurts,” you reply, arms crossing over your chest. “You gave everything to this place. You bled for it. You obsessed over every drill, every stat sheet, every match. Losing was never going to be painless.”

He chuckles, and it’s low and bitter. “We didn’t even make it to nationals. What was the point of all of it?”

You frown, nudging him lightly with your elbow. “Tooru, you seriously need to get your head out of your ass.”

That earns you a sidelong glance, the barest glimmer of amusement.

You soften. “You weren’t just chasing wins. You built something here. A team that trusted you. A legacy. People are going to remember you—not because of a scoreboard, but because you made them better. You made them believe. You pushed them to be more.”

He doesn’t respond right away, but his jaw tics. He always does that when he’s trying not to feel something. The weight of three years rests on his shoulders like armor that no longer serves him.

“And what about you?” he asks suddenly, turning to face you more fully. “You stuck by me through everything. Even when I didn’t deserve it.”

You scoff, leaning back on your heels. “Don’t get all sentimental on me now, Tooru.”

“I’m serious.”

“So am I. You think I followed you around like a lost puppy for three years because I enjoyed your tantrums and diva moments?”

A small smile tugs at the corner of his lips. “Maybe a little?”

“God, you’re insufferable.” You shake your head, but your voice loses its edge. “I stayed because you were worth it. Because you’re more than volleyball. You always have been. Even when you were too busy being dramatic to see it.”

The silence that falls between you is thick with years of shared glances, missed chances, and words left unspoken. The light shifts across the floor, turning everything gold like the last flicker of a day that tried its best.

You don’t mean to say it. Not like this. Not when he’s already unraveling.

You glance at him again, then down at your hands. Your voice comes out low, more to yourself than to him. “God, I can’t avoid this, can I?”

But it’s been sitting in your chest for too long, and something about the way the light hits his face—the rawness there, the quiet ache—makes it impossible to keep in.

“I love you.”

His head snaps toward you, eyes wide. “...What?”

You inhale slowly, like that’ll steady the thundering in your chest. “I said I love you. I’ve been in love with you since the moment we met. Since you made that dumb joke during orientation and somehow managed to trip over your own feet.”

Your voice wavers slightly, but you push through. “I thought it was just a crush. Something stupid. But it never went away. Through every win, every loss, every time you walked into a room and lit it up like you didn’t even know—through all of it, I kept falling. I knew every version of you—the charming captain, the insecure overthinker, the friend who stayed behind after practice to help pick up stray balls—and I still fell.”

You swallow hard, heart aching in your chest. “And I wasn’t going to tell you. I didn’t think I had the right to. I thought I’d be a distraction, or worse—just another person you’d feel responsible for. But standing here with you, watching you look at that net like it still owes you something... I couldn’t walk away without telling you. Because it’s not just about volleyball. Not for me. Not when it comes to you.”

You take a step back, the burn of embarrassment creeping up your neck, your voice quieter now. “You don’t have to say anything. I just needed to get it out of my system.”

You turn, ready to bolt before you make a bigger fool of yourself—but before your foot even hits the line, his hand wraps around your wrist.

You freeze.

His grip isn’t desperate, but it’s firm—anchoring. When you look back, he’s already there—closer than you thought, close enough that you can see the flicker of emotion dancing in his eyes. His breath is uneven. So is yours.

His gaze lingers on your face, moving from your eyes to your mouth, then back again, as if trying to piece together something he should’ve realized long ago. You see it hit him all at once—the memories, the missed moments, the way you’ve always been right there. His shoulders loosen like something inside him’s finally cracking open.

His hand moves slowly to your face, tentative but gentle, and his thumb brushes against your cheek like it’s something fragile he’s afraid to break. His fingers tremble just slightly, and the warmth of his palm grounds you in place.

“How did I never see you?” he breathes, and it’s not a question meant for you. It’s a confession all on its own, shaped by regret and wonder.

Then he kisses you.

Soft at first, hesitant—like he’s asking permission.

Then again—deeper, fuller, with the kind of reverence that comes from finally seeing someone who’s been standing in the light all along. His hand curves behind your neck, the other still holding your wrist like he's afraid you’ll vanish if he lets go.

And for once, Oikawa doesn’t say a single word.

He just pulls you closer, holds you like you’re the only thing keeping him grounded, and lets the silence speak for itself.

In that quiet, there is no loss. No disappointment. No game that slipped through trembling fingers.

There’s just you.

And it’s enough.