ENHYPHEN FANFIC REQUESTS

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any ENHYPHEN fanfic requests?

 

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JUNGWON PLZ PLZ PLZ
JUNGWON= ♡♡♡♡♡♡

 

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JUNGWON PLZ PLZ PLZ
JUNGWON= ♡♡♡♡♡♡

YES YES OKAY I WILL POST IT SOON

 

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The Blueprint for Us
By January 2026, the air at the Seoul Academy of Performing Arts (SAPA) was so thick with ambition it felt like it could shatter. The school was a pressure cooker, and at the center of the heat was Yang Jungwon. As the student council president and the undisputed top-ranked trainee, he was the "gold standard" everyone measured themselves against. To the faculty, he was a machine of precision; to you, his fiercest rival in the dance department, he was the person who constantly stole your oxygen.
For three years, your relationship was defined by cold nods in the hallway and the silent, aggressive competition for Practice Room 7. You tracked his hours; he tracked yours. It was a solo climb to the summit of the upcoming global project—a group the industry was already whispering would be called ENHYPEN.
Everything changed on a Tuesday night, January 13, 2026. A winter storm was rattling the windowpanes of the Old Annex. You arrived at 2:00 AM, expecting to find Jungwon mid-drill, but the room was silent. He was sitting on the floor, his back against the mirrors, his head in his hands. The "Perfect Leader" looked small, his shoulders shaking with the silent, heavy weight of a reputation he was terrified to drop.
You didn't walk away. You sat on the floor across from him, the scuff of your sneakers the only sound against the wood. "You missed a beat in the bridge today," you said quietly.
Jungwon looked up, his sharp eyes bloodshot and weary. "I know. I've missed it four hundred times since then." He let out a harsh, dry laugh. "If I’m not perfect, I’m nothing. That’s what the rankings say, right?"
"The rankings are wrong," you replied, surprising yourself. "You’re so busy being a machine that you’ve forgotten why you started dancing."
That night, a secret alliance was born. You struck a deal: you would teach him how to find the "soul" in the movement—how to let a move be messy if it meant it was honest—and he would help you find the unshakable confidence to command a room.
For the next six weeks, you lived in the "3:25 AM Blueprint." It was a time outside of time. In those midnight sessions, the rivalry dissolved into a profound, rhythmic connection. Jungwon taught you how to sharpen your lines, but you taught him how to breathe. You watched him transform; the robotic precision was replaced by an electric, raw energy that made it impossible to look away from him. And in the quiet moments between songs, the air changed. A hand lingering on a waist during a lift, a shared bottle of water, the way he would instinctively match his heartbeat to yours—it was no longer just about the debut. It was about the two of you.
The 2026 Debut Showcase was a blur of neon and adrenaline. When it was your turn to perform together for the duo evaluation, the judges didn't see two rivals fighting for a spot. They saw a unit. You moved as if tethered by an invisible wire, your chemistry so potent it felt like a physical force. Jungwon finally let go, his face breaking into a genuine, dimpled smile mid-performance that left the scouts breathless.
On February 28, 2026, the final results were posted. The hallway was a sea of tears and cheers, but you and Jungwon stood at the very back, fingers intertwined behind your backs, hidden from the cameras.
"The final lineup for ENHYPEN... Yang Jungwon. And... Y/N."
The roar of the crowd faded into a dull hum. Jungwon turned to you, pulling you into a crushing hug that smelled of winter air and victory. "I told you," he whispered against your ear, his voice thick with relief. "I wasn't going up there without you."
As you walked toward the stage together to greet your new future, you realized the rivalry was never a hurdle. it was the fire that forged the only person you ever wanted to stand beside. The path to ENHYPEN wasn't a solo journey; it was a shared destiny, written in the sweat and shadows of Room 7.

 

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The Blueprint for Us
By January 2026, the air at the Seoul Academy of Performing Arts (SAPA) was so thick with ambition it felt like it could shatter. The school was a pressure cooker, and at the center of the heat was Yang Jungwon. As the student council president and the undisputed top-ranked trainee, he was the "gold standard" everyone measured themselves against. To the faculty, he was a machine of precision; to you, his fiercest rival in the dance department, he was the person who constantly stole your oxygen.
For three years, your relationship was defined by cold nods in the hallway and the silent, aggressive competition for Practice Room 7. You tracked his hours; he tracked yours. It was a solo climb to the summit of the upcoming global project—a group the industry was already whispering would be called ENHYPEN.
Everything changed on a Tuesday night, January 13, 2026. A winter storm was rattling the windowpanes of the Old Annex. You arrived at 2:00 AM, expecting to find Jungwon mid-drill, but the room was silent. He was sitting on the floor, his back against the mirrors, his head in his hands. The "Perfect Leader" looked small, his shoulders shaking with the silent, heavy weight of a reputation he was terrified to drop.
You didn't walk away. You sat on the floor across from him, the scuff of your sneakers the only sound against the wood. "You missed a beat in the bridge today," you said quietly.
Jungwon looked up, his sharp eyes bloodshot and weary. "I know. I've missed it four hundred times since then." He let out a harsh, dry laugh. "If I’m not perfect, I’m nothing. That’s what the rankings say, right?"
"The rankings are wrong," you replied, surprising yourself. "You’re so busy being a machine that you’ve forgotten why you started dancing."
That night, a secret alliance was born. You struck a deal: you would teach him how to find the "soul" in the movement—how to let a move be messy if it meant it was honest—and he would help you find the unshakable confidence to command a room.
For the next six weeks, you lived in the "3:25 AM Blueprint." It was a time outside of time. In those midnight sessions, the rivalry dissolved into a profound, rhythmic connection. Jungwon taught you how to sharpen your lines, but you taught him how to breathe. You watched him transform; the robotic precision was replaced by an electric, raw energy that made it impossible to look away from him. And in the quiet moments between songs, the air changed. A hand lingering on a waist during a lift, a shared bottle of water, the way he would instinctively match his heartbeat to yours—it was no longer just about the debut. It was about the two of you.
The 2026 Debut Showcase was a blur of neon and adrenaline. When it was your turn to perform together for the duo evaluation, the judges didn't see two rivals fighting for a spot. They saw a unit. You moved as if tethered by an invisible wire, your chemistry so potent it felt like a physical force. Jungwon finally let go, his face breaking into a genuine, dimpled smile mid-performance that left the scouts breathless.
On February 28, 2026, the final results were posted. The hallway was a sea of tears and cheers, but you and Jungwon stood at the very back, fingers intertwined behind your backs, hidden from the cameras.
"The final lineup for ENHYPEN... Yang Jungwon. And... Y/N."
The roar of the crowd faded into a dull hum. Jungwon turned to you, pulling you into a crushing hug that smelled of winter air and victory. "I told you," he whispered against your ear, his voice thick with relief. "I wasn't going up there without you."
As you walked toward the stage together to greet your new future, you realized the rivalry was never a hurdle. it was the fire that forged the only person you ever wanted to stand beside. The path to ENHYPEN wasn't a solo journey; it was a shared destiny, written in the sweat and shadows of Room 7.

I want this to come true so badlyyy

 

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I want this to come true so badlyyy

REALLL