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princess heeseung! ft. #jayseung ? also if you scroll down my old posts i've lowkey always lean towards seung princess 😸 #jay #heeseung #enhypen

heated rivalry #jayhoon version ft. F1 Everyone in the paddock knew one thing for sure: Shane and Ilya couldn’t stand each other. They were always nose to nose in press conferences, trading smiles that meant nothing and comments that meant everything. Shane with his lazy grin, acting like nothing got under his skin. Golden boy, rich team, family always in the garage hugging him after races. Ilya saw right through it with that cold stare, cutting people apart with one sentence and walking away like he’d won. “You brake like you’re scared, like small dog” Ilya once said with careful english and a thick accent, leaning back in his chair. Shane didn’t even look at him. “At least I know when to stop.” They raced like they wanted the other one dead. Wheel to wheel, centimeters apart, engines screaming like they were arguing too. It was personal. Everyone could feel it. What no one noticed was how Shane always knew where Ilya was on track without checking the mirrors. Or how Ilya’s jaw tightened only when Shane passed him. Not hate. Something sharper. Something closer. They first crossed the line in a hotel hallway after a brutal race weekend. Sweat, adrenaline, still buzzing from almost crashing each other out. “You pushed me off,” Ilya said. “You didn’t leave space,” Shane shot back. They were too close. Too angry. And suddenly Shane was kissing him like it was another overtake reckless, no permission asked. Ilya shoved him into the wall, hard. Then kissed him back harder. No words. Just heat. Just knowing exactly how far to go because they’d been reading each other for years already. After that, nothing changed. And everything did. On track, they were still enemies. Still sarcastic. Still biting. “Try not to cry when I beat you,” Shane said over the radio once. Ilya smirked. “Try not to think about me when you do.” Behind closed doors, it was quieter. Quick touches in empty stairwells. Fingers brushing in passing like accidents that weren’t. They knew each other’s tells, the way they knew braking points and racing lines. They never talked about what it meant. That would ruin it. Because rivalry was safe. Rivalry had rules. Whatever this was....it didn’t. The last race of the season, they finished first and second. No one breathed as they stood on the podium, champagne spraying, eyes never quite meeting. That night, Shane found Ilya sitting on the hotel balcony, helmet still on the table. “You won,” Ilya said. Shane shrugged. “Barely.” They stood there, close but not touching, city lights humming below. Tomorrow, they’d go back to hating each other in public. But for now, in the quiet, they both knew the truth. Some rivals don’t just race each other. They feel each other every lap, every breath like they’re already wired the same way. #jay #sunghoon #enhypen #f1

fake weap0ns #jayhoon ; vampire hoon x vampire hunter jay. Jay used to know exactly how Sunghoon laughed. Like, really knew it. The stupid snort when he laughed too hard, the way he tried to hide it by coughing after. They grew up together. Same streets, same bad food, same dreams about leaving someday. Then Sunghoon's heart stopped beating. blame the leukimia that he kept a secret from everyone. Except he didn’t. He made a deal. He knows the consequences. He rather live longer and being hated by jay rather than leave without being able to see jay at all. let's keep that a secret as well. Jay found him weeks later in an alley, mouth red, eyes wrong, standing under a streetlamp like he belonged there. Jay froze. Sunghoon said his name like nothing had happened. Jay hates vampires. Always been. Especially him. Years passed. Jay became a hunter because anger was easier than missing someone. It masks the yearning he has knowing sunghoon's heart stops beating and that he became a cold souless creature. Every vampire he unalived felt like practice. Like training for the one he actually wanted dead. Sunghoon never hid. He kept showing up, like he was waiting for Jay to finally do it. “You could’ve stayed away,” Jay snapped one night. Sunghoon shrugged. “I tried. Didn’t work.” Jay hated how familiar he still felt. Same voice. Same stupid calm. Different heartbeat. No warmth. “You’re not him anymore” Jay said. “He’s dead.” Sunghoon didn’t argue. “I know.” That hurt worse. Somewhere along the line, hatred twisted into something uglier. Jay still knew when Sunghoon was lying. Still stood too close. Still remembered how it felt to trust him. Loving him again felt like betraying the version of Sunghoon who should’ve stayed human. “You disgust me,” Jay told him once, voice shaking. Sunghoon smiled a little. “Yeah. I know.” The order finally cornered Jay. No more delays. End him or be next. Jay brought Sunghoon to the old bridge where they used to sit as kids, legs swinging over the edge, talking about running away. “So this is it,” Sunghoon said. Jay couldn’t look at him. “I hate you.” “I know,” Sunghoon said softly. “I hate what I am too.” Jay drove the blade in before he could think. Sunghoon grabbed his sleeve, not to stop him just to hold on for a second longer. “I’m glad it was you,” he whispered. Then he was gone. Jay stayed on that bridge until sunrise, hands shaking, chest burning, realizing too late that hatred had never been real. It was grief that never learned how to shut up. #jay #sunghoon #enhypen #mlm

#leowon kisah cingta sang anomali #leeleo #sangwon #parkjongseong #enhypen ald1 leowon edit

#leowon ; Sangwon knew the internet would call him lucky if they ever knew. Leo charts, grills, sold-out tours, the kind of face that looks expensive even when he’s tired. The kind of man people write threads about, arguing whether he’s real or engineered by a label. Being his secret boyfriend sounded like winning some quiet lottery. But lotteries are loud when you lose. Most nights, Sangwon sat on Leo’s couch, hoodie pulled over his knees, scrolling through clips of Leo laughing on red carpets, Leo hugging people whose names Sangwon had memorized without ever meeting. The apartment smelled like Leo’s cologne and unfinished ambition. Sangwon was careful not to touch anything that looked important. He’d learned to live lightly, like a guest who stayed too long. Leo loved him, Sangwon told himself. Just… efficiently. Leo texted between studio sessions. Leo kissed him softly, always before leaving, never when arriving. Leo never posted him, never said his name out loud in places with echoes. “Not now,” Leo would whisper, forehead pressed to Sangwon’s. “You know why.” And Sangwon did. He always did. It hurt in small, almost polite ways. Being introduced as “my friend.” Standing one step behind in public. Watching Leo shine in rooms where Sangwon learned how to disappear. He wasn’t jealous of the fame he was jealous of the version of Leo that belonged to everyone else. That Leo looked lighter. Freer. Untethered. Sometimes Sangwon wondered if he was just a soft place to land. A pause button. Something Leo could return to once the world got too loud. The thought sat in his chest like a bruise you press just to make sure it’s still there. The twist came on a random Tuesday, when Leo didn’t leave. No studio. No manager calls. No excuses dressed as promises. Leo stayed, quiet, restless, scrolling until he tossed his phone away like it burned. “They want me to clean things up,” Leo said, voice flat. “Image. Narrative. The usual.” Sangwon nodded. He already knew what came next. He always did. “I told them no,” Leo added. That made Sangwon look up. Leo’s eyes were red not crying, just wrecked. “They said if I don’t, I lose the rollout. The collabs. Maybe worse.” Silence stretched, thin and terrifying. “And?” Sangwon asked, already bracing himself. Leo took a breath, shaky, unpolished. “I’m tired of building a perfect life that doesn’t include the person I come home to.” The words didn’t feel like relief. They felt like impact. Sangwon laughed, small and broken. “Don’t say things like that unless you mean them.” Leo knelt in front of him, hands firm, real. “I’ve been acting like you’re optional,” he said. “Like you’re extra. But you’re the only part that’s honest.” It didn’t fix everything. The fear didn’t evaporate. The world didn’t suddenly become kind. But for the first time, Sangwon wasn’t a backburner flame keeping someone else warm. He was the fire Leo was finally willing to stand in even if it burned. #leo #sangwon #ald1 #leeleo leowon edit

#leowon ; rapper and rapper's gf trope>>>> #leo #sangwon #ald1 #boys2planet leowon edit don't worry my babes i'll still do enhypen ships edit♡ but also leowon, i finally find the sparks to edit again lol

beauty is a spectrum, hee falls under the feminine side fr, if you look past his stage persona. also a bit confession, i've always been heereun enthusiast other than hoonreun, all this dang time, lmfao. i was doing lots of hoonreun contents and still will do, at that time when i first editing hoonreun/hoon babygirl suporter was soooo little like a minority lmao, now i've seen bunch of hoon bbg lovers and i'm over the moon, i always love preeching my preference, and always happens to be the least expected ones like hee princess believer, i barely find one, i think i might post more of hoonreun and heereun, i love both of my bbgs<3 #heeseung #enhypen #princess #heeseungenhypen #babygirl

POV: Sunghoon always knew Jay wasn’t meant to stay. He was just another visitor, passing through their quiet town like a breeze that never lingers. But that summer, Jay made it feel different—late-night drives, shared cups of coffee, soft kisses behind the café. For a while, Sunghoon let himself believe, let himself fall. And then one morning, Jay was gone. No note, no goodbye—just an empty cup and a ghost of his laughter lingering in the air. Sunghoon told himself it was over. He buried it, like you do with summer flings. Then, years later, the bell above the café door rang. He almost didn’t look up. But something in the air shifted, a familiar pull in his chest. When he finally lifted his gaze, he wished he hadn’t. Jay stood there. Taller. Sharper. Wrapped in expensive fabric that didn’t belong in a place like this. Sunghoon gripped the counter, heart pounding. “Table for one?” Jay exhaled. “Hoon—” “Don’t,” Sunghoon cut in, turning away before the past could sink its claws into him. “You need a menu, or do rich guys not read those?” A beat of silence. Then, a soft chuckle—frustratingly the same as before. “Still got that fire in you, huh?” Sunghoon ignored the way it made his stomach twist. “What do you want, Jay?” Jay stepped closer, slow and careful. “You.” Sunghoon’s breath hitched. But he refused to let Jay see the effect he still had. “You left,” he said, voice steady. Jay’s fingers curled against the counter. “I know.” “Without a word.” “I know.” Sunghoon looked at him then, searching for something—remorse, an apology, anything. But Jay didn’t give him words. Instead, he pulled something from his pocket and slid it across the counter. A Polaroid. Sunghoon frowned, hesitating before picking it up. It was them. A summer night, sitting on the hood of Jay’s car, their faces close, lost in laughter. Sunghoon barely remembered when it was taken—but Jay had kept it. His throat tightened. “You carried this around?” Jay’s voice was barely above a whisper. “I never stopped thinking about you.” Sunghoon wanted to be angry. He wanted to tell Jay to leave, to go back to whatever world he came from. But he didn’t. Instead, he turned, grabbed a cup, and filled it with coffee. Just like before. Just like always. He slid it in front of Jay. “Same as last time?” Jay’s lips curled, something hopeful flickering in his eyes. “Yeah,” he murmured. “Same as last time.” And just like that, summer wasn’t over yet. Sunghoon's summer. #jayhoon #jay #sunghoon #enhypen #jayhoonedit #parksunghoon #parkjongseong #jayhoonarea

POV: Everyone saw Sunghoon as the innocent golden boy—soft smiles, clean-cut style, and perfect grades. What no one knew was that behind the angelic image, he’d quietly been with Jay, Jake, and Heeseung. A homey hopper in disguise, playing the game like a pro. #hoonreun #jayhoon #heehoon #jakehoon #enhypen #sunghoon #heeseung #jake #jay #jayhoonarea

jay😭 #jayhoon #enhypen #jay #sunghoon #parksunghoon #parkjongseong #jayhoonedit #jayhoonarea

hoon loves his jayaaaa☹ #jayhoon #enhypen #sunghoon #jay #parkjongseong #parksunghoon #jayhoonedit #jayhoonarea

bm piscok #jayhoon #jay #sunghoon #enhypen #kpop #parksunghoon #parkjongseong #jayhoonedit #jayhoonarea

bbg and bbg's watermark🐺 #jayhoon #jay #sunghoon #enhypen #parksunghoon #parkjongseong #jayhoonedit #jayhoonarea

jay for hoon<3 #jayhoon #jayhoonedit #enhypen #sunghoon #parkjongseong #parksunghoon #jayhoonarea

the kinda mentality i wanna serve tbh #babygirlhoon #sunghoon #parksunghoon #enhypen #baby #babygirl #sunghoonedit