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twitfic (drabble) collection
May. 14th, 2025 11:08 pmspotify wrapped challenge drabble, fake wip meme one tweet fics, & prompt fic drabbles. primarily enhypen, one illit (yunah/minju) fic [updated!] and one fromis_9 (chaeyoung/jiwon) ficlet at the end.
enhypen, heeseung/jay. 376 words.
original fic tweet.
As if there was any doubt.
Heeseung snorts, and Jongseong raises an eyebrow — always so judgemental, Heeseung muses, amusement increasing with every affronted look Jongseong shoots him. It’s an ineffective glare normally, but more so when Jongseong’s lips are a little wet with the remnants of saliva from their kisses, the light reflecting prettily on the full rosy swell of his bottom lip.
He’s got a pretty mouth, and Heeseung’s said as much before. How his lips call for a kiss.
They also look divine like this, wrapped around the head of Heeseung’s cock. Going further down his shaft, stretching wider. Jongseong’s mouth is so small and plush, it’s a wonder he fits.
Heeseung curses. “Fuck.”
The wet heat of a mouth on his dick feels good every time, and the practiced ease with which Jongseong lowers himself further to take him in as close to fully as most people ever do, how he pushes himself down further leaves Heeseung’s hips moving on their own. He’d be more apologetic about it if Jongseong’s fingers didn’t find the bare skin of his hip, pinching it tightly, and if the sound he made didn’t have heat pool low in Heeseung’s belly.
Still, he says sorry to appease Jongseong.
Brushes his bangs away from his face, the strands surprisingly soft after extended expensive hair care sessions after yesteryear’s bleach job. His wide palm cradles Jongseong’s face.
The sight of his dark lashes against freckled cheekbones and the mottled scattering of birthmarks across his face makes something burn in Heeseung’s belly and chest alike; a little overwhelmed by the many feelings he’s held and still holds for Jongseong. From friendship to whatever they are now, to the possibility of what they could be. Heeseung was hit by the realisation a while back, that he would very much like to keep Jongseong for himself.
enhypen, sunoo/jungwon.
original fic tweet. r63.
enhypen, sunghoon/jay.
original fic tweet.
enhypen, sunghoon/jay.
original fic tweet.
enhypen, heeseung/jungwon. 378 words.
original fic tweet. a worse version of jungwon’s grad vlog. (bonus material.)
It also proves to be a good choice as Heeseung gets to watch how Jungwon cradles the bouquet to his chest, his hands careful as he gazes down on the floral arrangement. There is a tender twist to his mouth, the tiniest of trembles to his lip.
“I’ve never received flowers before,” he murmurs, large eyes turning to look up at Heeseung. “Thank you, hyung.”
Heeseung says, “Congratulations, Jungwon-ah.”
Rosy cheeks turn pinker. Heeseung would very much like to kiss him, but he doesn’t know if that’s enough to cause them to be removed from the school grounds.
Heeseung doesn’t care too much about the optics of their situation even though he knows it leads to talk, not just because of what it means to date a high schooler when you’re already in college yourself. He has taken any ribbing from his friends who know about him and Jungwon with ease, and few outsiders dare bring it up such unconfirmed rumours.
Two girls, perhaps a couple of Jungwon’s recent classmates who just like him are still in their uniforms, watch them from afar. Neither are bold enough to step close enough for Heeseung to hear what they’re saying to one another, but from how their gazes shift between them it’s easy enough to guess what the topic is. He thinks he might overhear the word ‘appa’ instead of ‘oppa’ —
and Jungwon’s eyes light up, glittering with amusement. He shifts the bouquet into one arm, and with his free hand he entangles his fingers with Heeseung’s. His fingers are so slender it rarely fails to make Heeseung feel clumsy, indelicate— worried for a second about being too much, too big, too rough. Jungwon’s grip is strong.
“Let’s get out of here, hyung,” Jungwon says, tugging lightly at their connected hands.
enhypen, sunghoon/jay. 440 words.
original fic tweet.
Jongseong doesn’t like goading Sunghoon into doing things he doesn’t want, but he’ll help him along when he deems it necessary. This might be one of the latter situations — and Sunghoon knows he isn’t Jongseong’s go-to partner for this, but he also knows that Jake is out trying to get his dick wet and most likely not even back at the hotel yet.
“I don’t know, I’ve never—” Sunghoon says. Never had any interest, and if anyone but Jongseong had asked he wouldn’t even have entertained the thought. He assumes that’s why he’s never been asked before.
“I know,” Jongseong says. “You don’t have to.”
“I’ve never smoked, like, at all,” Sunghoon says. Jongseong snorts.
“I said I know, didn’t I?” Jongseong punches his shoulder, fingers curled into a fist but the impact is so weak it barely registers. “I can teach you, make sure you don’t cough too badly. Probably.”
Sunghoon’s mouth says yes before his brain can compute exactly what’s happening and that’s how Sunghoon finds himself with a lapful of Jongseong, watching his fingers as he rolls the joint. He’s as neat and organised in how he goes about it as he ever gets, when he focuses his all on something, and that focus which also turns his little mouth pouty and sweet.
Jongseong fumbles with the lighter for a second, and Sunghoon reaches out to steady his hands, flicking it alive with his own thumb. Jongseong mumbles a thanks, and takes a drag. Holds it, and releases his breath into a hazy cloud in the dimness of his hotel room. He sighs happily, shifts his weight on Sunghoon’s thighs.
“Don’t freak out, just, remember to inhale,” Jongseong says next, lifting the joint again. The words do set Sunghoon on edge, but he decidedly does very much not freak out when Jongseong’s mouth falls to his; attempts to cover his lips, the connection a bit messy with spit, and then Jongseong’s blowing the smoke into Sunghoon’s just slightly parted mouth. Inhale, Sunghoon remembers.
(There is a thought forming as he watches the satisfied expression on Jongseong’s face, one he doesn’t want to materialise and have to consider, already recognising the jealous claws— all the other times Jongseong’s been up to this— how, no, why, did he—)
illit, yunah/minju. 449 words.
original fic tweet. aim high yunah i will never forget you.
( yunju cheerleaders on rival teams )
fromis_9, chaeyoung/jiwon. 384 words.
original fic tweet.
( chaengw*n making out on the jumbotron for shits and giggles )
enhypen, heeseung/jay. 376 words.
original fic tweet.
jay anything cock in mouth / del water gap - ode to a conversation stuck in your throat
Jongseong is pinning Heeseung’s hips down on the bed, giving him a mean little glare beneath furrowed brows in warning as he lets go, one hand moving deftly to pull Heeseung out of his boxers. His hand is firm when he tugs on Heeseung’s cock, a little too dry, and just a couple of strokes as if to make sure he’s fully hard.As if there was any doubt.
Heeseung snorts, and Jongseong raises an eyebrow — always so judgemental, Heeseung muses, amusement increasing with every affronted look Jongseong shoots him. It’s an ineffective glare normally, but more so when Jongseong’s lips are a little wet with the remnants of saliva from their kisses, the light reflecting prettily on the full rosy swell of his bottom lip.
He’s got a pretty mouth, and Heeseung’s said as much before. How his lips call for a kiss.
They also look divine like this, wrapped around the head of Heeseung’s cock. Going further down his shaft, stretching wider. Jongseong’s mouth is so small and plush, it’s a wonder he fits.
Heeseung curses. “Fuck.”
The wet heat of a mouth on his dick feels good every time, and the practiced ease with which Jongseong lowers himself further to take him in as close to fully as most people ever do, how he pushes himself down further leaves Heeseung’s hips moving on their own. He’d be more apologetic about it if Jongseong’s fingers didn’t find the bare skin of his hip, pinching it tightly, and if the sound he made didn’t have heat pool low in Heeseung’s belly.
Still, he says sorry to appease Jongseong.
Brushes his bangs away from his face, the strands surprisingly soft after extended expensive hair care sessions after yesteryear’s bleach job. His wide palm cradles Jongseong’s face.
The sight of his dark lashes against freckled cheekbones and the mottled scattering of birthmarks across his face makes something burn in Heeseung’s belly and chest alike; a little overwhelmed by the many feelings he’s held and still holds for Jongseong. From friendship to whatever they are now, to the possibility of what they could be. Heeseung was hit by the realisation a while back, that he would very much like to keep Jongseong for himself.
enhypen, sunoo/jungwon.
original fic tweet. r63.
magical girls
Sometimes Sunoo acts first and frets after; there’s a split-second of conflicted emotion on her face before she throws herself in front of Jungwon, body swallowed up by light and glittering sparkle that is all too familiar. You aren’t supposed to transform in front of witnesses.enhypen, sunghoon/jay.
original fic tweet.
puck bunny jay x hockey player sunghoon
Jay swears Sunghoon isn’t that much bigger than him — he really isn’t! — and that it’s just that his jersey has to be large to fit all the protective gear beneath it. The exposed skin of his neck from where it’s slipping down his shoulder prickles at Sunghoon’s heavy gaze.enhypen, sunghoon/jay.
original fic tweet.
purity ring wearer jay and purity ring collector sunghoon
“It’s not a promise ring, or a— well, in a sense I suppose you could call it that.” There is a light flush to Jay’s skin, but his eyes are clear when he meets Sunghoon’s. Sunghoon immediately drops his gaze; thinking about what Jay’s eyes would look like filling up with tears.enhypen, heeseung/jungwon. 378 words.
original fic tweet. a worse version of jungwon’s grad vlog. (bonus material.)
hs x controversially young girlfriend jw
When Jungwon graduates high school, it’s only natural that Heeseung comes along with him to pick up his diploma. It is meaningful, even if Jungwon says he won’t be doing anything with it. He probably is right, as he so often is. Still, it is only right to celebrate it. Whether only a stepping stone or a milestone, it was an experience earned. A rite of passage. Heeseung has seen him through many of those.It also proves to be a good choice as Heeseung gets to watch how Jungwon cradles the bouquet to his chest, his hands careful as he gazes down on the floral arrangement. There is a tender twist to his mouth, the tiniest of trembles to his lip.
“I’ve never received flowers before,” he murmurs, large eyes turning to look up at Heeseung. “Thank you, hyung.”
Heeseung says, “Congratulations, Jungwon-ah.”
Rosy cheeks turn pinker. Heeseung would very much like to kiss him, but he doesn’t know if that’s enough to cause them to be removed from the school grounds.
Heeseung doesn’t care too much about the optics of their situation even though he knows it leads to talk, not just because of what it means to date a high schooler when you’re already in college yourself. He has taken any ribbing from his friends who know about him and Jungwon with ease, and few outsiders dare bring it up such unconfirmed rumours.
Two girls, perhaps a couple of Jungwon’s recent classmates who just like him are still in their uniforms, watch them from afar. Neither are bold enough to step close enough for Heeseung to hear what they’re saying to one another, but from how their gazes shift between them it’s easy enough to guess what the topic is. He thinks he might overhear the word ‘appa’ instead of ‘oppa’ —
and Jungwon’s eyes light up, glittering with amusement. He shifts the bouquet into one arm, and with his free hand he entangles his fingers with Heeseung’s. His fingers are so slender it rarely fails to make Heeseung feel clumsy, indelicate— worried for a second about being too much, too big, too rough. Jungwon’s grip is strong.
“Let’s get out of here, hyung,” Jungwon says, tugging lightly at their connected hands.
enhypen, sunghoon/jay. 440 words.
original fic tweet.
hhhoonjay shotgunnign..
“Sunghoon-ah, live a little,” Jongseong says, the tone of his voice not quite mean but rather cheeky and his smile a lopsided, a glint of sharp little teeth. His smile turns softer when he looks at the hesitation holding Sunghoon’s frame stiff, his back ram-rod straight. “It’s okay if you don’t want to, you can say no.”Jongseong doesn’t like goading Sunghoon into doing things he doesn’t want, but he’ll help him along when he deems it necessary. This might be one of the latter situations — and Sunghoon knows he isn’t Jongseong’s go-to partner for this, but he also knows that Jake is out trying to get his dick wet and most likely not even back at the hotel yet.
“I don’t know, I’ve never—” Sunghoon says. Never had any interest, and if anyone but Jongseong had asked he wouldn’t even have entertained the thought. He assumes that’s why he’s never been asked before.
“I know,” Jongseong says. “You don’t have to.”
“I’ve never smoked, like, at all,” Sunghoon says. Jongseong snorts.
“I said I know, didn’t I?” Jongseong punches his shoulder, fingers curled into a fist but the impact is so weak it barely registers. “I can teach you, make sure you don’t cough too badly. Probably.”
Sunghoon’s mouth says yes before his brain can compute exactly what’s happening and that’s how Sunghoon finds himself with a lapful of Jongseong, watching his fingers as he rolls the joint. He’s as neat and organised in how he goes about it as he ever gets, when he focuses his all on something, and that focus which also turns his little mouth pouty and sweet.
Jongseong fumbles with the lighter for a second, and Sunghoon reaches out to steady his hands, flicking it alive with his own thumb. Jongseong mumbles a thanks, and takes a drag. Holds it, and releases his breath into a hazy cloud in the dimness of his hotel room. He sighs happily, shifts his weight on Sunghoon’s thighs.
“Don’t freak out, just, remember to inhale,” Jongseong says next, lifting the joint again. The words do set Sunghoon on edge, but he decidedly does very much not freak out when Jongseong’s mouth falls to his; attempts to cover his lips, the connection a bit messy with spit, and then Jongseong’s blowing the smoke into Sunghoon’s just slightly parted mouth. Inhale, Sunghoon remembers.
(There is a thought forming as he watches the satisfied expression on Jongseong’s face, one he doesn’t want to materialise and have to consider, already recognising the jealous claws— all the other times Jongseong’s been up to this— how, no, why, did he—)
illit, yunah/minju. 449 words.
original fic tweet. aim high yunah i will never forget you.
( yunju cheerleaders on rival teams )
fromis_9, chaeyoung/jiwon. 384 words.
original fic tweet.
( chaengw*n making out on the jumbotron for shits and giggles )
