[ 14:03 ] Fluff

[ 14:03 ] fluff

“Are you sure you dont wanna come in?” Your voice was almost drowned out by the rain hitting the umbrella that barely covers the both of you. Thankfully, there's not much distance between the both of you (because you are struggling to stand under one umbrella after all), so he hears your words.

“If I come in,” Kevin takes a pause, gulping in between sentences. "I wouldn't be going out anytime soon." He finishes, giving you a teasing smile, eyes crinkling in a playful manner.

“Yeah, sure. It's raining pretty hard right now so you won't be able to go home soon if you do.” You put a hand outside of the umbrella, feeling the lightly ticklish feeling of the raindrops hitting your palm.

“Yeah, but that's not the only thing that will keep me long in there, though.” He wiggles his eyebrows at the innuendo, smile now turning into a cheeky grin. Although, it quickly disappears when he winces as you lightly slap his chest.

“One last kiss before i go?” He pushes his lips out in a pout, bringing a finger on the hand that wasn't holding the umbrella up to his lips. You roll your eyes at him, but lean in to press a kiss to his lips anyway.

Apparently, Kevin wasn't satisfied with only a peck. As you go to pull away, he slides his free hand around your waist, pulling your body close to his. A noise of surprise rises from the back of your throat, before you decide to relax, closing your eyes and moving your lips in sync with his.

His other hand lets go of the umbrella handle, going up to cup your cheek in his hand. As if purely on instinct, you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling his body even closer to yours and deepening the kiss.

You can't seem to hear the sounds of the pitter-patter sounds of the rain hitting the ground and your now forgotten umbrella as your heartbeat rang loudly in your ear, nor do you seem to care about the rain wetting your body as you both stayed there, getting lost in each other's lips.

Your body felt warm despite the cold rain water hitting your skin, and your lips curl up into a smile inbetween kisses, his plump ones following into one almost immediately.

You both pull away after running out of breath, but stayed in that position. Kevin gives you a wide, cheeky grin. A warm feeling bubbles up in your chest and you let out a giggle before you could hold it back.

Though as soon as you open your mouth, you regret it, face scrunching up into a grimace as the unpleasant taste of the rainwater hits your tongue, spreading through your tastebuds. He seems to see your expression because he lets out a loud, boisterous laugh and pinches your nose affectionately.

“So,” he starts, wide grin not fainting from his face. “...does the offer of coming in still stand?”

“I mean,” you shrug. “As long as you promise to keep me warm with cuddles, it still stands.” You give him a cheeky grin as you finish.

His hand wipes a raindrop resting on your cheek, before going down to meet his other hand on your waist hugging you close and pressing his forehead against yours. “Deal.” his voice drips with honey as he says that and you could feel your heart beating fast, as if you're falling in love with him all over again.

“Although, I know plenty of other things we could do to keep us warm, though.”

“Kevin!”

this is so adorable i had to pause and take a moment 😭😭 but imagine you tryna impress the girl you like but you put salt instead of sugar in your pancake. but whdhjakdjskjd i love a shy sunwoo agenda and it’s beautifully written

just one day | kim sunwoo

pairing: kim sunwoo x reader

genre: one night stand but got snowed in au, humor, suggestive, a little bit of fluff

warning(s): suggestive, profanities, dirty jokes, mentions of alcohol consumption

word count: 5.0k

a/n: happy kinda late birthday to the sweetest little pickle and sunshine @sunlightwoo. im glad to have met you through this whole chaos and i love you so much, more than you could ever know 💖. special thanks to @elcie-chxn and @experimentalwrites for giving me their feedback too.

A strained groan escapes you out of your consciousness as you feel the sunlight sting your eyes, even though they're still closed as the brightness shines through your closed eyelids.

Your forearm goes out of the warmth of the covers to shield your eyes and you let out a contented sigh as you feel the darkness coming back to your vision. You try to calm your breath back down in an attempt to fall back asleep, but the foreign scent of the soft covers, maybe the room, catches your inhale in your throat. Uncovering your eyes, you slowly opened them only to be met by an unfamiliar ceiling.

Even after blinking rapidly at the ceiling, your brain still fails to register the difference of the room and the scent. It was only until a soft, deep exhale sounded from beside you that life comes back through your body in milliseconds, eyes shooting open immediately. Head turning to your side, you were able to make out a figure beside you, sleeping peacefully and mouth open slightly as soft snores escaped through it.

You let out a scream before your brain manages to tell you it’s a bad idea.

The other person’s eyes immediately opened up, full of panic yet still glazed with sleep. Protective reflexes kick in, and suddenly your feet stretch out to his side violently, kicking him off the bed in process.

“What the fuck?” was all they could mutter out. Now that you’re wide awake and fresh with alarm, your eyes can clearly scan over the person’s feature.

Doe eyes that stared back at you in confusion, perfectly chiseled jawline, plump lips that certainly look kissable if your brain wasn’t so filled with perturbation and jet-black hair healthily shining in the sunlight affected by sleep and making a curled finish to it. You couldn’t be mistaken, this person was gorgeous. No, not that. Well, that too. But more importantly, this person was Kim Sunwoo. A musical production major and a member of the fraternal organization that you solely made yourself promise you were going to avoid.

“Kim Sunwoo?” you voice your thoughts out loud breathlessly, still in disbelief.

Your still-baffled mind and jumbled up thoughts fail, more like don’t want to, articulate what is happening in front of you, yet your gaze still manages to flit downwards towards his body. His tanned skin was littered with purpling marks, all the way down to his prominent collarbones. It was until you reach his toned abdomen (not before concluding he has a nice body, of course) that you realize he was very much exposed, you were very much exposed.

“Are you done ogling me now?” his voice snaps you out of your daze, and your hand goes grab the covers that had slightly fallen down along with him, pulling it up to your chest to cover yourself.

“I wasn’t ogling you.” you grumble out, face heating up upon being caught. He snorts in response, face painted in annoyance from being woken up, but cockiness still shines through his features.

“What happened last night? Did we-”

“-have sex? We certainly did, if the hickeys on my body and yours haven’t told you enough.”

Your teeth sink into your bottom lip in embarrassment at how blatantly he stated your answer, and if what he mentioned didn’t prove that you two did what he said you did last night, the soreness that just now comes surging through your lower region does.

“You could leave if you want-” he props his palms to the floor, helping him stand up to his feet. Your head turns away instantly in fear of seeing his exposed lower area, although you didn’t know if that was necessary or not since you had done more than see it last night.

“-or not.” you expected the sentence to end there, so when he unexpectedly continues it with not a questioning tone but more of a statement, you instinctively turn to see where he’s coming from. He had pulled his boxers back up as he stood in front of his window. It was then that you started paying attention to the glass, slightly opaque with condensation.

“Why not?” anxiousness comes back to you and you wrap his blanket, which smelled strongly of sweat and leftover traces of his perfume mixed with yours, around your body.

“See for yourself.” he cocks his head towards his window.

You slowly try getting up from his bed, hissing when you feel pain shooting through your lower body as you take a small step, and you feel your legs wobble in response. Before you could take another step, Sunwoo walks towards you, hooking a hand under your elbow to support you.

“Are you alright?” you almost want to read the tine of his voice as worry, but the cautious part of your brain convinces you that frat guys, Kim Sunwoo, doesn’t get worried for his one night stand partners.

“I'm fine.” you slap his hand away, and instantly feel your feet trembling again at the abrupt movement. He catches you before you fall down to the ground without hesitation.

“Yeah sure, you are.” sarcasm fills his voice as he pulls you up to your feet again and walks you to the window.

Your hands rub the condensation on the window, the cold feeling of it numbing your fingertips slightly. Through the clear spot you made, you were able to make out what it looked like outside. White decorates the roofs of the houses across, and when your eyes finally land to the ground, you felt the urge to say every curse word that exist in the book. An abnormal amount of snow was piling up on the ground and, almost reaching the height of his window.

“Fuck,” you breathe out in astonishment, eyes wide in surprise. “I'm fucked.”

“Oh, you definitely were.” you shoot a glare his way at his implication, only frowning further when you see his cocky face that is twitching, as if he’s trying so hard to hold back a smile.

“That was very funny.”

“I'm a frat guy, I'm supposed to be funny.” he retorts, ignoring the blatant sarcasm in your voice as you roll your eyes at him.

“I'm going to go take a shower, you can wait here until I’m done and go after me-” he speaks as if you didn’t just ignore him. Your heart lurches when he steps closer, prompting you to take backwards steps, going on until you feel the small of your back hit the window. He closes the distance between you, the warmth of his body radiating through the blanket wrapped around your middle, and you feel it spreading until it reaches your face.

“-or perhaps you would like to go together with me?” his voice sounds sultry, full on teasing, and raspy from sleep still. Shivers run down from your body when you feel his hot breath hit the skin just behind your ear.

Your hands go to push him away, an embarrassing squeak escaping through your throat before you can hold it back and they return back to clutch at the fabric wrapped around your body, glaring at his smug face.

“No thank you,” you manage in between gritted teeth.

“Suit yourself.” he shrugs, unaffected and aloof as if he didn’t just do what he did.

With that, he leaves you in his room, his blanket being only thing keeping you from being stark naked in a men’s room. You let out a sigh when he closes his bedroom’s door behind him, desperate to release the breath you didn’t know you were holding, body slumping a bit as you bask in the privacy.

Still inadvertent, your eyes examine his room. It's what you’d expect, relatively small bed, small desk and a chair that has a pile of (probably) unwashed laundry beside the window you are currently standing in front of. You grimace at the sight of face masks glued to his wall, although you’d be lying to yourself if you haven't tried that out once.

After a few minutes of mindlessly scanning every crevice of his room, you feel your brain drifting away disinterestedly, and your feet takes you to his desk. You push his laundry away from his chair, and sit down on it, wincing at the still present soreness. Out of all the neatly lined up books, a deep brown leather one with “album” etched on the side of it had caught your interest, and your finger pulls it out from the tight space its crammed in.

The edges of the covers were peeling a bit, indicating that it’s not new, and you unceremoniously brush the dust that decorated the top of it. A gasp leaves your mouth when you were immediately greeted by a photo of him in his young years, features still undefined and cheeks still filled with baby fat. Your lip curls in an endeared smile at the sight of his early, adorable years. He definitely grew up well.

You spend time flipping through his album, occasionally chuckling at utterly ridiculous but adorable pictures of young Sunwoo. A laugh finally flows freely from your mouth when you flip the next page. The awaiting picture was another toddler picture of Sunwoo, the color of the picture has faded a little but you can still clearly see the scenery of mountains and green trees behind him. However, that wasn’t what made you cackle.

He had a grave, almost upset expression etched on his face beneath the white hat he was wearing. He wore plaid pants topped with a sleeveless dark colored top. And his exposed arms, reminded you of bread rolls.

Lurching forward, you hold your abdomen as dull pain blooms from the effect of excessive laughing. When the laughter finally dies down, you straighten up again and wipe a stray tear that threatens to fall down.

“Bread rolls.” you mutter to yourself, voice shaking from the residue giggles.

“What rolls?” an unanticipated reply to your statement sounds out in your ear, and you jump in the chair, turning your head to look at the source of the voice. You were faced with none other than the boy in the pictures, albeit definitely grown, leaning against the back of the chair you were seated on. His hair was damp and slick like he hasn’t dried it up, and his chest was bare, but thankfully he has a towel wrapped around his waist.

“What the fuck,” you breathe out amidst the rapid beating of your heart. “Give me a warning next time, I almost had a heart attack.”

“You could've heard me come in if you weren't too busy giggling over my pictures.” he scoffs, hands reaching out to grab the album from your hands, snapping it shut and hiding it behind his back.

“Hey, I wasn’t done!” you huff, annoyance clear on your face.

“Did I give you permission to look through it?” he raises his brow questioningly.

“Well, what was I supposed to do when you were gone? Stare at the stupid face masks on your wall?” you argue back, crossing your arms in front of your chest. “and why were you so angry in the picture I saw just now anyway?”

“I didn’t want to go to the mountains, but my they forced me to go and even took pictures.” he replies without even looking at you, retuning the album to the vacant spot from where you had grabbed it.

“Oh, how tragic. That must've been so hard for you.” you snort, purposely making fun of him. He ignores your reply, walking to his wardrobe, pulling out a black hoodie and sweatpants. He throws it to your direction, paying no mind in the yelp you let out as it hits your face.

“What's this for?” you quirk your brow at him, eyes switching between the clothing in your hand and his back.

“A change of clothes, I figured you would be more comfortable in those instead of the outfit you wore last night since you oh-so-nicely begged me to take them off quickly.” the way Sunwoo says a sentence that is cut out for teasing with a nonchalant tone makes shame run through your veins but you knew he was right. The outfit you had on was extraordinarily uncomfortable and you would prefer to wear clean clothes instead.

“You should be able to find a towel on the second drawer to the left. The bathroom’s just right beside this room, call me if you need anything.”

“...thanks.” you reluctantly mutter out, and he spares you a glance to let you know he heard you.

When you arrive to his bathroom, which was surprisingly spacey and clean, your eyes bulged out of your sockets at the sight of the remnants of last night on your neck in your reflection.

“Holy shit,” you trace over them in disbelief as if that was going to wipe them away. The sight of it just confirmed your remaining doubts. So, you did have sex with him. The too heavy realization has you leaning your elbows on the bathroom counter, head in your hands as short memories of last night flashes behind your eyelids.

You try to blink them away to no avail, all you could see was your lips on his lips moving in one rhythm, breath mingling together, your lips on his neck, his lips on your neck, trailing down, further and further until it reaches-

You step in the shower at that, successfully stopping yourself from imagining further and abandoning the bedsheets on the ground. You put the coldest setting his shower has, even despite the cold winter air. The freezing water brought a nice contrast to your hot face and you sigh in momentary delight as the thoughts also get washed down along with the water, although there was one thought that appalled you more than the memories of last night.

It was that you actually liked it.

“You had a phone call while you were in the shower.” Sunwoo immediately informs when you step out of the shower, fully clothed and a towel hanging on your shoulder to catch any droplets of water from your hair.

“Who was it from?” you question warily, taking slow steps to the dining table near the kitchen, pulling one of the chairs out and sitting down on it. His back was turned to you, eyes completely focused on his phone as he fiddled with the bag of white powder that you could only assume was flour in his hand.

“Your friend, Laura. She asked how you were and I told her you’ll call her back since you’re currently in the shower.”

“Oh.” it seems that your reaction comes in a bit too late, because once you process his words-

“Wait, you picked it up?” your voice raises a bit in shock and horror, and he still remains nonchalant as he shakes his shoulder in a shrug.

“I mean, it was ringing countless of times while you were in the shower so-”

“Did you tell her what we did?” He turns around to face you, eyebrow raised in confusion at your frantic tone.

“Of course not, but don’t you think she herself got a good idea of what happened when I picked it up instead of you?”

“Right.” he had a point, which your still-in-denial brain refuses to comprehend and a sigh slips out of your mouth as you run your fingers through your still wet hair, as though it might straighten your thoughts up with the tangles.

“You might want to call her back, she sounded like she was going to shove through the snow to get here when I picked up.” a snort comes out of your mouth at his words because you could see her doing that. His hand stretches out to give you your phone, and you immediately wince upon seeing it flooded with text messages that Laura, along with a few other friends had sent you.

Sunwoo turns around again, even through the shirt he was wearing you could see how broad his back was. The 10+ years of soccer that he likes to brag about definitely did pay off. You catch yourself before your mind wanders off to a more dangerous territory, and you scroll through your contacts, pressing dial once you saw Laura’s name. She picked up in a couple of milliseconds.

“God, where were you, I thought you got murdered or something and I was so worried, Nabi tried calling you too but you didn’t pick up and we-”

“Laura,” you laugh nervously, trying to calm her down by lightening the mood. “I’m fine, okay? How are you doing?” you ask her the question she has been frantically asking you. You could hear her sigh in relief, breath calming down as her tone of voice goes back to normal.

“I’m okay, too. Kevin took me home last night so I’m safe. How did you end up with him, though?” the emphasis on him has you laughing, she sounded exaggeratedly revolted.

“uhh,” you find yourself clamming up, realizing that you don’t know the answer to the question yourself. But you have half the mind to lie, because you didn’t want her to shove through inches of snow to pick you up and get hypothermia in the middle of it.

“I was really drunk, like blackout drunk and he didn’t know where I live so he took me to house.” you hoped it sounded convincing enough, because you were trying to convince yourself that that was all that happened, but you know you’re telling yourself a massive lie.

“Are you sure that’s all that happened?” her voice sounds very skeptical, and you could imagine her squinting her eyes suspiciously. Sunwoo must have heard the question too because he threw a subtle glance at your direction, waiting for your answer.

“Yeah, I just slept through the night and I have no choice to stay here since we got snowed in.” even the words don’t sound convincing to you, and you could only hope she’s hungover enough to believe it.

“Okay, I believe you. But you better call me if he tries anything with you or else I’ll threaten one of his frat brothers to tell me his address and I'm going to go there myself.” you laugh at that because Sunwoo was awfully correct on predicting what your friend plans to do, and he seems to hear her statement, more like threat, because he snorts, shaking his head at the bowl of flour on the counter.

“yeah yeah, stay warm and tell Kevin I said hi. Love you.” you press the red hang up button before she can answer and you sigh as the call comes to an end, patting your chest to calm your beating heart.

“I find it kind of insulting how your friend wouldn’t even say my name and referred to me so disgustedly.” Sunwoo starts once the room fades back into silence, voice full unmasked humor behind the huff.

“Oh no she does that to all men, don’t worry.” you retort with the same amount of humor in your voice.

“But she went home with Kevin.”

“Correction, all men but Kevin.”

“Fair.” the room fades back into silence without anything to talk about, and you suddenly find the strings of his hoodie interesting, fiddling with it in your fingers. You look over to him, and he’s still focused on his phone screen as various ingredients filled up his kitchen counter, lightly dusted white with flour.

“What are you making though?”

“Pancakes, I'm using Chanhee’s recipe.”

“Chanhee? Do you mean the Choi Chanhee? You're friends with him?” you didn’t expect him to have friends outside of his frat brothers, so the fact that Chanhee’s name even came out of his mouth, let alone he’s making pancakes with Chanhee’s recipe, surprised you.

“And you can cook?” the question follows before he can even answer your previous one as you put your phone on the dining table to approach him and see how he’s doing.

“The answer to both of your questions is of course.” once again the smug look on his face is back, but it didn’t last long as he misses his aim, the sugar (?) spilling from the measuring cup he was holding. A strained laugh escapes you, the only thing holding you back from laughing out loud at his misfortune was the fact that his face was flushed pink and he looked slightly embarrassed. You find it unbelievably endearing.

“Do you need help?” your voice is shaky, the remnants of held back laughter affecting it.

“No.” it seems his pride was too high. Either that or he was trying to impress you, and you smile as a subtle pout paints his lips, brows furrowed in concentration.

“Cook away then, Gordon Ramsay.” you shrug, leaving him on his own. Of course you weren't going to help him unless he asked, you didn't want to inflate his ego even more after all. 

And he stayed through his determination (more like pride). He successfully makes the batter, and you watched as he fries it up. The batter looks nicely puffed up, seemingly airy and will be fluffy and you’re not going to lie, you’re impressed, especially when he sets a plate down of 3 pancakes stacked on top of each other, maple syrup glistening in the light, the small block of butter melting slightly from the heat of the beautifully golden brown pancake.

He had a triumphant look on his face, arms crossed in front of his chest as he urges you to dig into it. His expression quickly turns into worry as you pop the first bite that you had cut with the knife and fork he gave you.

“Sunwoo,”

“well?” he answers almost immediately, face expectant of your review.

“I think you swapped the sugar with salt.”

That morning, you found out that there was something else that is harder to swallow than the fact that you had slept with him, and that was his overly salty pancakes.

You have come to conclusion that Kim Sunwoo was very easy to warm up to. That is proven by how you’re now huddled up together in his living room couch, his heater blasting warmth in the cold room as each of you take each side of the couch, leaning against the arm rest. Spirited away was blaring on his tv in front of you, being the only source of lighting in the room.

“You know,” you start, stretching your arms upwards, as you finally move from your position after an hour, groaning as your muscles contort in fatigue. “Haku reminds me of you.”

He hums interestedly as he waits for your explanation, eyes still glued to the TV.

“You seem kind of aloof and cold but you are actually very reliable and nice.” he turns his head to look at you, satisfaction and offence coexisting on his face.

“Or are you only like that to me?” you jokingly tease him, expecting him to retort with a snort. He lets out another hum but this time, he sounds like he’s deep in thought.

“Maybe.” his answer was barely a mumble, but you still heard it and it was enough for you to move your gaze away from the tv. Sunwoo gives you no chance of asking him to elaborate. He straightens his body up from the leaning position, and scoots closer to the middle of the couch.

“You remind me of chihiro.”

“Why? Because I'm a nuisance and a crybaby?” you hide the fact that your heart is still uneasy from his previous statement and you retort with a sarcastic laugh.

He finally tears his gaze away from the tv, looking you straight in the eyes, and you feel yourself glued to the spot by his gaze alone.

“Because you’re cute.” with that, you roll your eyes, despite heat crawling up to your cheeks, and you grab a cushion that has fallen down, hitting his arm with it lightly. He lets out an exaggerated groan, clutching his arm as his face contorts into a mock-pain expression.

“Are you implying that you find Chihiro, a ten-year-old, attractive.” you deadpan jokingly, and watch as his face changes in milliseconds, now clouded with panic, and you have half the mind to laugh at it.

“No! I meant I find you, attractive, y/n.” he hisses, defending himself.

“Oh please, how many people have you told that to?” you don’t know what prompted you to say that, you meant to say it jokingly but a hint of seriousness still shines through, and you hope he doesn’t sense it.

“Only you.”

“Very funny Kim Sunwoo, I’m laughing hysterically right now.”

“I’m not lying, y/n!” he defends himself, and he genuinely sounds hurt, that you would think he goes around flirting with other people. You frown at his answer. You found it hard to believe that he wouldn’t just flirt with every person he finds attractive, or maybe it was just your attempt on protecting yourself because you believed he would only break your heart.

“How do I know you’re not lying?”

“Because I've actually been trying to get your attention since campus orientation day when you lent me your umbrella when it was raining!” if his exasperated voice didn’t shock you, what he said definitely did.

“I- what?” your pupils were blown wide as you keep staring at him, waiting for him to explain further on what he said. He groans frustratedly, running his hand through his hair and messing it up in embarrassment.

The raindrops soaked his jacket that was parched up above his head. Unbelievable, Sunwoo really should have listened to Eric about the weather forecast and brought umbrella, if he had done that he wouldn’t have ended up here. He walks as fast as possible to get to campus from the bus station, not wanting to run in case he steps into a puddle and splashes his whole body in return.

As he was grumbling about the weather, he suddenly feels the pricking of raindrops stop against his back, the sounds of the droplets now strained instead of hitting his ears immediately. Confusion fills him as he stops his steps in favor of looking up. There, he came face to face with you, holding an umbrella over both of your heads, ignoring the fact that it was too small and an uncovered part of your back was getting gradually soaked in the rain.

“wanna go together?” even through the sound of the rain, he could still hear your voice, as sweet as honey. Almost rivaling the sweet smile on your face. Of course he accepts, and as you two walk in comfortable silence to the campus, Sunwoo finds that the coldness of his soaked jacket didn’t stand a chance against the warmth of his gesture.

It was only after you two had parted that he realizes he forgot to ask for your name.

“That was you? That was over than a year ago how do you still remember it?” you question further, searching for his eyes that have broken eye contact with you.

“I don’t know. You can call me a loser but from that day onwards I find myself searching for you, and searching for a way to impress you or get your attention.” he huffs, discontent clear in his voice as he’s forced to confess all of his feelings in that moment.

“Oh.”

“Come to think of it, I had never had the chance to say thank you.” he admits, face tinted with pink as a shy complexion washes over him. You could only stare at him, mouth still agape in fascination. Sunwoo sighs, reaching out under your chin to close your mouth, hand lingering to stroke your jaw for a millisecond before returning back to his lap.

“Sorry I just- I barely remember that happened and you remember it was me?” the words come out of your mouth slightly garbled by the bafflement you’re feeling. He groans, still ashamed of his confession as he grabs a cushion, burying his face in it.

“You were pretty, okay? Still pretty but yeah you get my point.” your cheeks feel very hot at his  mumbled-out admission, drowned out by the pillow on his face.

“Wow.” was the only word you managed to get out of your mouth and even though it was just one word, you found that it describes what you're currently feeling very well. There was nothing left to explain or elaborate as the room fades into another silence, only saved by the sounds of Chihiro and Haku from the screen, your eyes focusing back on it because you are too embarrassed to face him after that, and if you’re feeling this embarrassed just by being confessed to alone, you couldn’t imagine what he’s feeling, being the one confessing.

“Well, where do we go from here?” he shoulders shake in a shrug.

“I mean, I would like to ask you out but isn't it a bit too late since we did... you know, last night?”

“Well, I could just forget that happened and you could ask me out so we can start over.”

“That depends on your answer.”

“You’re lying if you don’t know what my answer is after I blatantly said we can start over.” a relieved smile makes it was onto your lips as you feel the atmosphere going back to the previously lighthearted feel, and you finally muster up the courage to look at him again.

Sunwoo was already looking at you, a childish hopeful look in his gaze, practically beaming in happiness and surprise at your statement, and you find the notion extremely endearing.

You did not expect that just one day of being stuck with someone that you would have hated until you graduated could change your perception of that person very hugely. And as you stare back at his eyes with the same amount of adoration he has behind them, you think you wouldn’t change anything any other way.

as always, feedback is greatly appreciated and thank you for reading 💖

i’m crying why is eric so adorable

baby steps | jung jaehyun

pairing: jung yoonoh(jaehyun) x fem!reader

genre: established relationship, fluff, suggestive, angst(?)

warning(s): allusions to sex, suggestive (proceed with caution!)

wc: 1.6k

a/n: this is just one of my old works that im reposting as jaehyun but hope y'all like it :) and remember, consent is key and don't push yourself to things you are not ready for. additionally if your partner forces you into them drop that mf

“So, how far have you gotten with Jaehyun?”

You almost choke on a pearl from the bubble tea you were sipping, eyes widening in shock at the question your friends asked you. Your nervousness grew as they continue to stare at you, gaze piercing at you, now kind of cowered in your chair in intimidation as you bite the wide straw unconsciously, chewing on it in worry.

“I mean,” You start and your friends perk up in anticipation, nodding their heads and urging you to continue. “We've hugged and kissed, maybe made out a little...” You suddenly realize at that moment how little intimate things you've done with him as your voice trails off gradually into silence.

“Thats it?” One of your friends scoff, rolling their eyes at you. “You've been dating for 6 months, y/n.” You purse your lips in embarrassment. Deep in your heart, you know you shouldn't be embarrassed, this was your relationship and they dont have the rught to say anything about it. But you were Not gonna lie and say that those mere two words didnt get your gears grinding.

“So you've never had sex with him?”

What?

Dating Jung Jaehyun, the sweetheart, was something not far from the kdramas you watched. He was sweet, caring and probably the kindest boyfriend you ever had. but most of all, he was patient, almost ridiculously patient sometimes, but that is also one of the things you admire about him. You don't really like moving too fast in a relationship and he never forces you into anything you dont want, you never feel suffocated when you're with him. ‘baby steps’ as he liked to tell you.

However, that question made you rethink all the things you did with him. Were you being selfish for holding him back from what he really wants? But relationships are supposed to be mutual, you couldn't force yourself to move forward if you werent ready. But is it really mutual if jaehyun is holding back though? You remembered all the times when you two would make out and you would accidentally brush against his hard-on, The memory of him groaning against your lips and excusing himself to the bathroom with a sheepish smile never fails to make you flustered to this day.

“y/n, if you dont have sex with him, then what's gonna make him stay? He'll get bored of you.” Huh? relationships weren't solely about sex, aren't they? Alas, that sentence alone was enough to get your head spinning with thousands of questions. Looking down at the condensation outside of your cup, you wipe the little beads of water in deep thought as the chewed off straw matches the jumbled up thoughts in your brain. sex.

That night, you invited Jaehyun over to your house without any solid plan and you were determined to do at least... something with him. Jaehyun must've noticed something was up by the way you were keeping a distance from him but as always, being the gentleman he is he doesn't ask.

Your palms were sweaty with agitation as you fiddled with your fingers, sitting on the other end of the couch, body pressed up to the arm of the couch as your head was still full of thoughts.

“y/n?” His soft voice snaps you out of your trance, jolting in your seat, finally looking up to see his gentle smile, gaze filled with concern. "Don't you think you're sitting too far away?" His tone was light, joking as he lets out a chuckle.

“O-oh i'm sorry,” You stutter out, moving to scoot a bit closer to him. He gives you a reassuring smile, scooting so his the side of his body was pressed against yours, frowning a little when he feels how stiff you are, but he doesnt show it to you.

“What do you wanna do tonight, baby?” His voice always holds a gentle, soothing lilt to it when he talks to you and it never fails to make your heart race.

“I do have something in mind but I,” You gulp, fingers fiddling with each other on your lap again as you look down at them. “I don't know.” You trail off, biting your lip. jaehyun's eyes moves to your fingers, bringing his hand to your anxious ones, wrapping it around both of yours comfortingly.

“You know i'd be happy with anything if it's with you right—”

“I wanna have sex!” You wince in embarrassment when you exclaimed that, talking over his voice. you finally turn your head to look at him. He looked bewildered, eyes open wide and mouth agape, as he stares back at you.

You clear your throat. “I want to have sex with you.” You repeat, more firmly this time, intertwining your fingers with his and giving it a persistent squeeze. You don't realize it but he can feel your sweating palms and shaking hand and he furrows his brow in confusion.

“y/n I don't know what prompted you to say that but i dont think you're–”

You cut him off with a rough press of your lips to his, a strangled noise escaping his throat as you do. You pull away briefly to look into his eyes through your eyelashes and his adams apple visibly bobs as he swallows.

“I'm ready, so please.” You plead, your grip around his hand tightening. He narrows his eyes in doubt at you.

“If you say so,” You don't even get to blink as he puts his lips back on yours, moving it fiercely, his breath hitting your face as he repeatedly pokes your lip with his tongue until your lips open up, giving him access to your hot cavern. You let out a whimper before you can hold it back when his tongue brushes repeatedly against yours.

Jaehyun lets go of your hand, putting both of his on your shoulders before pushing you down to lie on it, his body hovering over yours. You let out a muffled yelp as your back hits the soft material of the couch, him never breaking the kiss as you places your hand on his clothed chest, your fingers wrinkling his shirt as you latched on it.

He finally breaks the kiss and starts trailing light touches with his mouth down your neck and you hold back a mewl at the feeling. One of his hands move from your shoulder to the underside of your knees, wrapping them around his hips one by one. Your eyes shot open when you feel him grind his hips and his other hand sliding under your shirt to touch your bare stomach.

You were suddenly scared. This is going too fast, but you dont want to stop him. You were afraid of disappointing him and everyone else. Afraid of him leaving you because you were an incompetent partner who's scared of sex. So instead, you squeeze your eyes shut to hopefully forget about the fear.

Jaehyun halts his movements when he feels your fingers clutching his shirt harder, your fingernails almost digging into his skin even through the fabric.

“y/n,” He calls out, big hands stopping their movements to cup your cheeks, thumb gently caressing just above your cheekbones. You open your eyes a little, peeking at his troubled face. You don't even tealize tears were gathering in your eyes until his thumb wipes them away gently.

“I knew it, you're not ready.” He sighs, even though it has no signs of disappointment at all, you could feel your eyes tearing up again and you bite your lip to try and hold it back.

“I'm sorry,” You rasp out, voice quiet. He gets off from you, grabbing your hand to help you sit up too.

“Baby, what are you sorry for?” He strokes your shaking hand with light and soft touches, voice soothing as he comforts you.

“I'm the one sorry for scaring you, okay baby?” He pulls you into a hug, one hand on your back and the other one placing gentle pats on the back of your head. You cant stop your tears from running freely at the sweet gesture, staining the front of his shirt wet as he shushes you repeatedly.

“I'm sorry, its just that my friends said our relationship is moving too slow and that you'll get bored of me.” You croak out when you pull away from him. He frowns at that, brows creasing in confusion and disbelief.

“Baby, who said that because im ready to slap the shit out of them.” He huffs petulantly, hand going up to pat your head. “You know that i'd never leave you no matter what right?

“And your ‘friends’” The way he emphasizes the word almost makes you laugh, but you hold back because you dont want to ruin the mood. “don't know how our relationship is like so you dont have to listen to them, y/n

“You can't let them decide on what you do in our relationship, let alone your life.” He breathes out a sigh. “You definitely don't have to hurry, nor force yourself into anything you're not ready for.

“We can go through this in our own pace, okay?” You swallow the urge to cry again as he says that, muttering out a quiet “okay” in reply as he pulls you into yet another embrace. You close your eyes in relief as you hear his heartbeat thrumming in his chest, allowing your body to relax.

Your worries are now washed down, replaced by a sense of comfort and you can't seem to think about them anymore as he presses sweet, short and giggle-inducing kisses around your face, muttering sweet words and that it's okay to take it slow, he would stay by your side and wait for you.

Baby steps.

”I felt it. I’m perfect. I was perfect.” — Black Swan

this is crazy good

OK FIC REQUEST!!!!!!!!

NUMBER 33 (from the prompt list)

WITH MY NUMBER ONE HOE MARK LEE

I WANT ANGST PLEASE :DDDD SUNNY I LOVE YOU 💖💖💖💖😙

𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭- 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐥𝐞𝐞

genre: angst! really bad angst but angst nevertheless pairing: markxfem!reader ; au: cop!reader, pathologist!mark ; warnings: cheating (reader cheats on mark), blood, mentions of stabbing, mentions of drugs, swearing, mentions of sex, the reader is a terrible liar, a dead body ; word count: 614

prompt 33: “Don’t touch me. I don’t want you here.”

sunny’s notes: i’m sorry its so short!! ignore the shitty header please :D I hope the fic okay tho!! constructive criticism is welcome :) i feel really bad cause i really like this requests and i fucked it up BIG TIME, sorry ie >~< also why tf is the title font so small

“Thirty six year-old male, height is five-ten and diabetic,” You tossed the clipboard onto the counter, “Stabbed four times around the lower back.”

Mark simply nodded, taking the clipboard away from you, “I’ll run the tests and get back to you.”

You looked at him with sad eyes. Mark was always breathtaking to you, even when he’s wearing scrubs and bloody gloves, eye bags and everything. But today, you couldn’t stand to see him like that. You chose to say nothing, watching him lift the cover off the dead man’s body. The police on site were considerate enough to close the victim’s eyes.

“The fingerprints on the knife indicate a left hand, so it was most likely a murder from the victim’s left-”

“Y/N,” Mark huffed, dropping the tonsils he picked up into the tray, “I’m not a cop. I don’t care.”

You sighed, “I’m just trying to talk to you, Mark.”

“Okay,” He didn’t look up from you, only keeping his eyes on the body, “You couldn’t talk to me when you actually needed to? It doesn’t matter if I sound petty, Y/N, but couldn’t you have just broken up with me?”

“Don’t bring it up.” You clenched your fists before walking across the bed and to his side.

“Why? Why can’t I?”

“Because I’m sorry, Mark. Everytime I think about what I did wrong I feel guilty.”

“It took you six months to stop lying to me.”

You were still lying to him.

You were Mark’s everything but he wasn’t yours, clearly; you decided to chase after someone else. You knew it was stupid in the first place, to get into a relationship with a coworker but you couldn’t help yourself. You couldn’t help yourself twice.

You didn’t realise that Mark had already begun running tests on the victim’s blood till he got back to you with a sheet of paper. “His blood contains cocaine, and lots of it. I’m surprised he didn’t die earlier.”

You could hear the fax running in the back, but couldn’t take your eyes off Mark. “Don’t be irrational, we can still sort it out, Mark. Nothing is going on between him and I.”

“You’re the irrational one here, Y/N. Don’t mix your emotions into our work. You’ve done enough.”

You rushed forward to grab his shoulder, “I love you, we can still-”

“No you don’t,” He jerked your hand off him.

Mark was different. You hadn’t seen him like this, ever, even when he caught you red-handed. Your sweet fairy-eyed Mark was gone, almost as if he never existed.

“If you loved me you wouldn’t have fucked someone else. I actually loved you. I still do, like an idiot.”

“Mark-”

“Don’t touch me. I don’t want you here.”

He slipped off his gloves after covering the body, tossing them into the bin behind him. His footsteps were heavy as he walked out of his laboratory, only halting when a figure blocked his way. Jaehyun stood before him—the last man he wanted to see was right in front of him, looking at you.

“I was looking everywhere for you, baby,” Jaehyun walked past Mark to you, leaning down to give you a kiss on your cheek.

It baffled him, how Jaehyun couldn’t be bothered with his presence in the same room. Had you even told him? Does Jaehyun even know who Mark is? Questions about your honesty flooded through Mark’s head second after second the moment he stepped foot out the room.

Mark could do nothing but keep walking, out the lab and down the stairs before entered the washroom, stripping himself of his scrubs.

He didn’t know if he felt rage or disappointment. Was he angry at you, or disappointed in himself? Disappointed for thinking that maybe things would fix themselves between you and him.

The recent events played in his head like a broken reel, the same words you said repeating as Jaehyun kissed you: “Because I’m sorry, Mark. Everytime I think about what I did wrong I feel guilty.”

He scoffed at his reflection in the mirror.

Just how many lies have you told him?

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