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(𝓹airing) — psh x fmr ꣑୧ 𝓯renemies to lovers ; fluff, profanity, & lots of kissing (𝔀ordcount) one-thousand five-hundred forty 𝓹eng's note. these pics. #iWantThat 𝓫ookshelf

𝓼ynopsis. seeing your ex in public leads to hiding in a small photobooth with your annoying student council vice president park sunghoon

“you’re late,” sunghoon says in the most agitating voice possible as you walk through the classroom door.

“i wouldn’t be late if you did your job,” you huff, walking right up to the desk he sat at and dropping the bags of decorations you had picked up from the party supplies store.

“hey! i said i would pick those up!” he says annoyed, sifting through everything you brought.

“mrs. kim said we needed them by today! why the fuck were you just sitting around?” 

“geez, loosen up,” the boy gets up from his seat, his tall body looming over yours. “let’s just go decorate the gym.”

the two of you split up the bags of party supplies and headed towards the gym where the rest of the council and student volunteers were waiting. 

setting up for the fundraiser was easy until you and sunghoon started yelling at each other over which color streamers should be used over the doorway. 

jake had to drag you away by the shoulders to come to help him with the balloons. sunghoon felt a bitter taste when he saw jake with his arm around your shoulder but decided to ignore it. 

“hoon,” jungwon calls out. “we’re out of balloons!”

“that’s why i should have bought the decorations…” sunghoon mutters under his breath before walking up to where you and jake were giggling. 

sunghoon walks up behind you and places a hand on your shoulder. “we have to go back to the store.” he whispers in your ear. 

you freeze at his touch but nod and say goodbye to jake. he lets go of you and the two of you walk out the exit leading to the parking lot.

the two of you get into sunghoon’s car and he drives off to the mall. 

there’s an awkward silence between the both of you, which you can’t decide if you like bantering with him over it. there’s so much tension due to sunghoon’s lingering touch from earlier.

once inside the mall, you quietly walked side by side into the automatic doors. 

only a few feet from the party supplies stores you halt. spotting your ex-boyfriend and old friend seemingly on a date.

“sunghoon,” you whisper, tapping on his shoulder. “do you see what i see?”

he rolls his eyes at you finally breaking the silence but then looks up to see for himself. once he does that the two seem to have had the same idea, making eye contact with the other.

“oh shit they saw us,” he panics, grabbing your hand and pulling you into the photo booth you were conveniently standing next to.   

the photo booth is small. way too small. sunghoon is already sitting as you uncomfortably sit on the ledge with your legs peeking out from the curtain. 

“get up,” he instructs. 

“what?” you raise an eyebrow. “i’m not letting them see me again! especially not with you!”

“i meant like come here,” sunghoon grabs you and settles you on his lap, so the both of you fit into the small space.

“oh my god, what if they come over here!” you panic resting your hands on his shoulders. “this is bad! especially since i’m with you of all people-”

“with me?” sunghoon questions. 

“well, like when we were dating, he always thought you had a crush on me, which isn’t impossible! i had to keep reassuring him but he never believed me! like me and you are barely even friends-” you ramble, balling sunghoon’s shirt in your fists as you freak out. 

“woah, calm down,” he tells you, prying your hands from his uniform so you don’t wrinkle it. “it’s not like they’ll come to talk to us.”

just as the words left his mouth the sound of two sets of footsteps were picked up by your ears. you started to become overwhelmingly nervous. it was the first time seeing your ex-boyfriend since the split and the fact your childhood best friend was on a date with him. 

even if you drifted, shouldn’t she have some sense of girl code?

“you’re shaking,” sunghoon stares at you. 

“no i’m not!” you shake your head, your heartbeat being undeniably fast. “but like i haven’t had a date since him and that’s kind of sad for me-”

“i swear i saw her,” the familiar voice of your old friend says, sounding so close. “it could have been anyone though.”

“no, i saw her and that motherfucker,” your ex hisses. 

“wow, i’m ‘motherfucker’,” sunghoon whispers, rolling his eyes.

“if he made a move on her i swear.”

“hey, i have an idea,” he says in your ear. 

sunghoon reaches for his phone out of his pocket, holding you close as he leans over slightly to pay the machine for a photo. the screen activates after processing his card and he selects a random frame. 

the camera starts going and you sit confused as sunghoon starts posing. you can’t help but watch him. he always looks pretty but you must admit he knows how to pose. 

you peek over to the curtain to see two pairs of legs standing outside the photo booth. you can only assume it’s them. 

“you weren’t looking in any of them,” sunghoon recalls, pressing print on the screen. 

“oh, sorry,” you turn your attention back to him. 

“it’s fine, let's do another one,” he says nonchalantly as he pays for another photo strip.

this time sunghoon shifts in his spot, making it so that your face can be seen on the screen without having to turn you around in his lap.

you awkwardly copy sunghoon’s poses until by the second to last picture you hear him again.

“that fucker is in the photo booth,” the male voice outside says, seeing as he drops the photo strip back into where it fell from. 

“come closer,” he tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear. 

“fine,” you lean onto him. “but don’t show my face too much. i’m not wearing concealer today.”

“you look just as pretty,” sunghoon leans closer so your lips barely brush the others. “maybe even prettier than usual.”

he brings his thumb to your bottom lip, gently stroking it before closing the gap. 

you hate to admit it but kissing sunghoon was everything you expected and more. you’ve caught yourself daydreaming about his lips on yours during one-on-one meetings in the conference room. when his hair is still damp from his after-shower practice and his face is still slightly flushed.

park sunghoon can make you mad, especially when he got secretary over you in freshman year. but you cannot deny that even when bitter about the council's choice you wanted to kiss that proud smile on his face. 

he made you mad when he stole your posters when you were running for secretary again the next year. but after he found you crying in the far stairwell he explained he only did that because he thinks you should run for president instead. sunghoon even pulled out another stack of flyers he made for you that he spent the whole night doing.

the sunghoon that got you both kicked out of a council meeting for arguing with each other is the same sunghoon with his lips molded perfectly against yours. 

the same boy that had you studying your ass off when class ranks came out, since he’s your only competition, is the same boy in front of you now with his lips locked on yours.

you start to feel dizzy by the decreased amount of air in your lungs by the minute but you can’t bring yourself to let go just yet. when you start seeing black specs dotting your vision you finally pull away to see a heavily panting sunghoon with a flushed face. 

“sorry,” sunghoon apologizes as he catches his breath.

your heart sinks. he only kissed you to distract you and probably so your ex will see the photos when they print.

“oh,” you fight the frown threatening to appear on your face. “it’s okay. he’s probably gone now.”

“i would have asked for your permission but you looked really stressed and i thought it would help you get your mind off your asshole ex.”

“thanks,” you say with a pout sunghoon finds adorable.

“you still seem sad,” he pokes at your sides, making you squirm in his hold. “maybe another kiss?”

“maybe,” you say shyly. 

sunghoon is out forty dollars by the time you and he are done kissing in the photo booth. he kept mindlessly swiping his card as his lips stayed on yours to prevent anyone from kicking you two out since you were there for a considerable amount of time.

you’re interrupted by sunghoon’s phone ringing profusely. 

“where are you two?” jungwon asks in a panic. “we need those balloons.”

“traffic,” sunghoon says as you plant a line of kisses down his neck, hands tangled in the hair at his nape.

“hurry up,” jungwon advises him.

you and sunghoon return to school an hour and a half after you originally left. with a bag of balloons and a stack of photo strips. most of them capturing purely just of you two making out.

when stepping foot in the gym and you go over to hand jungwon the balloons he so desperately needed. he quickly notices the matching hickeys forming on both your necks and how disheveled your uniforms and hair appear.

“traffic huh?” jungwon asks as his eyes flicker between both of you.

"lots," you nod as you walk away to help minjeong tie balloons.

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dearest darling, my universe ♡

when nobody's watching

summary. after wrapping up late into the night, sunghoon's fairly certain he turned his stream off.

pairing. streamer!sunghoon x y/n ft twitch chat

genre. fluff, twitch streamer au

word count. 1.4k

released. 07.08.2024

author’s note. feedback is appreciated! this is me trying to figure out how to write again because holy shit i've forgotten how to 💔💔 also in case anyone doesn't know: LSF is the r/LivestreamFail subreddit!

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For the first time in nearly four hours, Sunghoon stands up from the floor. His muscles are tight and sore after sitting on hardwood for so long, causing him to let out a series of quiet grunts as he tries to push himself up. When he’s finally standing again, he dusts his clothes off before his hands find purchase on his hips.

He looks down at his creation. A satisfied sigh leaves his lips.

“Look at that, chat. Isn’t it beautiful?”

pshxo: this guy builds one ikea dresser and thinks he’s The Shit

sunghoonest: bob the builder lookin ass

user190: open ur PO box again king i’m tryna send u djungelskog

Sunghoon watches the racing chat, eyes narrowing. “This guy builds one IKEA dresser and thinks he’s the sh-” he cuts himself off with a scoff, leaning his arm on top of his newly-assembled dresser. “Shut the hell up, it’s not as easy as it looks. Now everyone in chat has to tweet me a video of you building something so I can publicly shame all of you when your backs break.”

f4iry: so violent 💔 i’m snitching on you to ur gf

“Jokes on you, she’s asleep,” Sunghoon retorts. “Besides, she wouldn’t side with any of you, anyway.” 

He looks over the space he’s been working in. The typically clean, polished floor of his living room is cluttered with leftover wooden planks and screws of all sizes, along with a jumbled assortment of other things—his film camera, the case where he displays his glasses, old photos from past skating competitions—that’d been brought out when conversation strayed. The thought of having to clean up everything makes him grimace.

With a quick glance at the time, Sunghoon sighs heavily. “Okay, I’m gonna end stream now. I still need to clean all of this up and I can practically feel myself getting arthritis.”

His eyes crinkle into a small smile as the onslaught of objection that comes through the chat, whining, telling him not to leave. “Relax, chat. I’ll still be streaming tomorrow. We’re playing  horror games with Heeseung and Jake at four, remember?”

bananaphone: ah yes. thank you for the reminder that tomorrow all the hairs on my head will turn grey

hoonbot: YOU CAN’T LEAVE WHAT IF WE ALL DIE BEFORE FOUR

“You can’t leave, what if we all die before four,” Sunghoon reads out, before walking over to his monitor, snickering. “Yeah, yeah, whatever. I’m sure you will.”

Clicking around his stream window a few times, he gives the camera a wave. “I’m leaving now, okay? Night, chat.” With that, he clicks one last time, exhaling loudly.

The room feels a lot quieter now, despite the fact that he was the only one who was ever actually in it. Cracking his knuckles, Sunghoon slowly settles back onto the floor, starting to organize the screws by type so that he could put them back into the plastic bags later.

Only a few minutes have passed when he hears faint footsteps padding down the hall. The sound makes him look up, gaze flickering to the doorway of the living room just in time for you to appear.

Sunghoon’s eyes instantly soften. You’re rubbing at your eye with the pads of your fingers, cheeks flushed with sleep. The graphic t-shirt and sweatpants that cling to your frame are your own that you leave at his place for convenience, but the black slippers on your feet that are a bit too large for you are evidently his.

“You’re still streaming?” you mumble.

“No, I just ended. What are you doing awake?”

A small, dry laugh. “Couldn’t fall back asleep.”

You plop yourself down onto the couch, taking a throw pillow into your lap. Tracing the ridges of the embroidery while you watch him pile wooden planks into a neat stack. “I was watching your stream originally, you know. I can’t remember when I fell asleep,” you say quietly.

Sunghoon cocks an eyebrow at you. “Are you saying that I’m so boring I made you fall asleep?”

A scoff immediately leaves you. “I didn’t even say anything remotely close to that.”

“You insinuated it.”

“No, it was probably because it took you like, an hour to realize you had the wrong screwdriver, fucking idiot.”

“That—” Sunghoon begins with a click of his tongue, “was not a me problem. Why are there different kinds of screws if they all do the same thing?” 

You blow a raspberry at him, before resting your chin on top of the pillow and letting your eyes fall shut.

If you’d kept them open for even a second longer, you’d see the sickeningly fond look on Sunghoon’s face. His movements have slowed down to just short of a halt, all because the only thing he can focus on is the way your head lolls against the pillow and how your eyelashes rest on your cheeks.

As much as Sunghoon enjoys pushing your buttons, he might enjoy just existing with you more—seeing you so serene in his space makes him feel like he's doing something right. Like every decision that's ever weighed heavy on his heart has held some degree of virtue and service because in the end, it led him here.

Comfortable silence falls over the two of you. Sunghoon takes note of the way your breathing grows heavier and slower. He takes care to make as little noise as possible while storing everything away. When the last of his things are put away into a cabinet, he pads over to you.

“Hey, you,” he whispers. Nimble fingers gently card through your hair, lightly scratching at the base of your head. “I’m done. Let’s go to bed.”

Feeling his hand in your hair, your eyes flutter open. You blink a few times before looking straight up into his piercing yet tender gaze. 

Sunghoon purses his lips in an attempt to push down a smile. “Come on. I’m not staying here and sleeping with you on the couch. My back already hurts enough.”

A weak grunt of protest slips past your lips, eyes shutting again as you lean your forehead against his abdomen. Sunghoon tucks a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Can’t have my princess losing her beauty sleep, can I?” he coaxes softly.

Rolling your eyes, you punch him in the side, eliciting a small laugh from him. You hold onto his shoulders to push yourself up, knees knocking against his. You’re about to start making your way out of the living room when suddenly, in the corner of your eye, something catches your attention.

A flickering red light, coming from Sunghoon’s monitor. Your eyes narrow at it. “Hoon?”

“Hm?”

“What’s that?”

“What’s what?”

“That.”

Sunghoon’s eyes follow where your finger is pointing, until they land on the red light. At first, he furrows his brows in confusion, unsure of what it is—before it hits him. 

“Fuck,” he curses under his breath. Peeling away from you, he rushes to his desk, immediately opening up his Twitch account before letting out a loud, despaired groan. “Oh, fucking hell.”

mroooaaaww: breaking news: local cat drags in literal BOZO

vixpsh: LSF DEBUT LET’S GO 🦅🦅🦅

bulbxsxur: U GUYS HAVEN’T KISSED YET turn back around PRETNED WE AREN’T HERE

“If I see any of you little shits—” Sunghoon points a threatening finger to his webcam. “post any clips on Twitter or Reddit, I will ban you.”

Walking up to him from behind, you turn your phone screen towards him. “Too late,” you drawl. You can’t help the grin that spreads on your lips at the sheer grief on his face while scrolling through your Twitter timeline.

“Hi, chat,” you greet casually, waving at the webcam. “Hope you guys know he’s worse when he’s drunk.”

user000: HI QUEEN

cherryseung: hate happy couples hope twitch bans ur ass 👎

jjongsaeng: y/n pls stream we will all leave sunghoon for you

When you feel Sunghoon bury his face into your shoulder, your body shakes with laughter. “You’re being a little baby,” you tease. “Think about it—would you rather be Heeseung and make it to LSF because you lost your niece at the amusement park?"

He doesn’t respond, but you can feel the barely-there squeeze of your side.

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