Kiyowoooo

kiyowoooo

picnic dates with taerae; 🧺

the weather being warm and sunny, with a gentle breeze blowing through the trees. you and your boyfriend, taerae decided to plan a picnic date, so you pack a basket with all your favourite foods: sandwiches, fruit, cupcakes and a chilled carton of orange juice.

you spread out the blanket, and taerae helped you set up the food and drinks. you enjoyed a delicious meal together, chatting and laughing about everything under the sun.

your boyfriend had made a playlist of songs that are special to both of you prior, just for this occasion. as the playlist progresses, you both start to feel more energized. you get up and start dancing together, laughing and twirling across the grass.

you were sat down, reading a book that taerae recommended. he paused for a brief moment,

"you're so pretty." taerae said, admiring you with pure love in his eyes.

your gaze was fixed with his for a short amount of time, until he lifted his hands to examine your face with his thumb, softly caressing your rosy lips. he inclined his face toward yours, lips brushing together, seeking for a sense of comfort.

as time went by, the sun began to set. the air turned cooler, and you snuggled closer to each other, seeking warmth. taerae put his arms around your figure as you rested your head on his chest, feeling his heartbeats. he often planted kisses on your cheek and neck, feeling his warmth envelop you. it made you feel safe and secure.

© skzooe

what do you even know ? ㅡ kim taerae.

kim taerae x reader

maybe coming to that party wasn't such a bad idea...

warnings : alcohol, drunk reader. i'm kind of an harsh narrator sorry i suck at this ✋🏼 that's my first post ever :(

genre : fluff

you know, i kinda hate it when people put themselves into embarassing situations and then cry about being embarassed.

and when i say "people", i'm talking about you.

you were really not into parties. through all your years in high school, you never even been to one, very much repelled by the images and the words given to you after each one. what was so good about being with so many people in a small house ? dancing? drunk to the point they might not have a clue what they are doing ? you would rather be in the comfort of your home.

but, when you finally finished high school, you had one wish. you were willing to enter a new chapter of your life. you were open to new things, trying to change yourself for a better version, more confident and happy than the former one. your best friend, kim taerae, always supported you into that, still advicing you to take things slowly. and you agreed with that...

...however, when that girl from your class invited taerae to her house party right in front of you, you kinda lost it. i mean, i'm not supposed judge you and all, but damn, you were out of your mind for real. you decided to announce you'll come with your best friend to that party when your classmate told him he could bring a plus one. you saw the face of the boy shift into a surprised expression when you said that, asking if you were sure. and you were sure.

well, at least that's what you said. you had no intentions of going to that party at all, just thinking about it made wanna hide. but, if we were being honest, taerae was not just a simple friend. he was so much more than that.

you don't really know when you started having feelings for him. was it when you two started going to college together, when you saw him the first day of school with that one special smile on his face ? was it when you were in high school, the day were he gave you his umbrella because it was raining so much and there was no way he was letting you go home under the rain ? maybe you fell when you guys where 12 and he called you pretty when the boys in your class said otherwise ? it could even be the day you met, when you were 8, and he let you play with his bicycle.

it's not important anyways, now you were sure you were utterly in love with taerae. he made you feel the way nobody ever made you feel by just being a friend. and you wouldn't change it for anything in the world, because you loved what y'all got. you were never, never, ever, planning on confessing.

still, my friend, that's exactly what you did that damned night. you went to that party, and the atmosphere was just too much for you too handle. but how the hell were you going to chicken out and leave ? and let taerae with that one girl that seem to laugh so hard when he's around ? no way. that's why you started drinking. that was a really dumb idea actually but so much people were doing it and you realized it was probably to ignore that crippling anxiety.

but you drank too much. like, for real. wtf was wrong with you.

taerae kept his eyes on you that whole night, kind of worried about your drinking demeanor. when he saw you taking down one more glass, he decided it was time for him to stop you. gently, he took your free hand into his left one, using the right one to take away the glass from you.

"y/n, maybe you should slow down with the alcohol, don't you ?", he said, trying to give you a reassuring smile.

"taerae, i have no idea what i'm doing here..."

"i know, don't worry", he answered, holding your hand a bit more tigh. "you want us to take some time away from the crowd ? there is no one in the kitchen, we could hang out here. and if you really don't feel good, let's go home."

you didn't want to ruin that night for him. he didn't come to this party only to go because you were being a pain in the ass. well, that's how you felt, but i swear you're not, parties sucks anyway. and little did you know, taerae felt exactly the same tonight. he went only because you seemed so determined to go.

"i'm up, for the kitchen." you said.

without letting go of your hand, he smiled, taking you to the kitchen, far from all those people. there, it was just the two of you, with the loud music that was still shaking the whole house. it was so chaotic, yet so calm, that you started to feel more peaceful. when your eyes ended up on taerae's angelic face, you started to feel it. you know, that one strange feeling that made you fell all warm and fuzzy inside, forming a pleasant knot in your stomach. you just couldn't take your eyes of off him, and you were about to lose it when a coy smile appeared on his lips.

"is every thing okay, y/n?", he asked.

"what ?", you answered, not hearing him well because of the music.

he let go of your hand, letting both of them take place on your shoulders, to take you closer to him. the distance between the two of you was small, but not to the point it was too much. it was enough to make you frustrated, but your eyes had no choices but to trail on his mouth, when he asked you once again if you were okay.

"i love you'' you said, like your voice would get lost into the void and he won't hear you.

"i love you too", he whispered. but it was not enough, you knew he didn't mean it the way you meant it.

"in what way ?", said the alcohol in your system, making you ask things you would have never ask initially. he hesitated a bit before asking you,

"is it cool if i put my hands on your waist ?"

you nodded, and he let his hands go down your sides to end up on your hips, taking you even more closer to him. letting his head go forward to you, his forehead met yours, resting there. you didn't know where to look at, going back and forth between his eyes and his lips. even with your drunk state, you couldn't help but to feel a little shy.

"i'll love you the way you want me to love you", he finally declared.

"huh uh ?" was all you could answer, wanting to make sure it was true.

"huh uh", he confirmed.

"but i feel like i love you more than you love me", you added, looking into his eyes. he sighed.

"what do you even know..."

before your heart could burst, he pulled away from you, only going to pat your head gently.

"i'll take you home, let's talk about it again when you sober up."

what do you even know ? (pt.2) ㅡ kim taerae.

kim taerae x reader.

words : 1,525

genre : fluff

warnings : kissing ??

first part here

"the fuck."

"and now, he's gonna get mad..."

there he goes.

"no because what the fuck. how did you even end up with that solution- hell, that's not a solution, you created a whole new problem! why di..."

and your friend, woongi, keeps going. and to be honest, i don't blame him, and neither do you. because, once again, you put yourself in an embarassing situation and then cried about being embarassed.

you two were sitting in the back of the lecture hall, not really paying attention to your teacher's word. you decided it was time for you to finally spill the tea about what happened at that party...

after the moment of closeness you shared with taerae in that kitchen, he followed his words and took you home. he came in, helped you get rid of your shoes, leaded you to your own room. there, he put you in bed, smiled as he told you to have a good night. and that's it. he left you to sleep, with the headache in the morning as your only friend.

when you woke up, you didn't remember everything. you were wondering how did you got home, trying to remind yourself the night before. and it came back, the fact that you confessed to taerae even though you planned on dying with that secret. you panicked, because yes, he didn't reject you, in fact, it kinda seems like the feeling was mutual. but, you know, you just had so much doubts. if he liked you, why didn't he tell you ?

"well i could ask you the same question ! why did you never tell him yourself ??", replied woongi when you told him that.

"because i'm scared, you know ? we are really good friends, and it's been like that since we were child. i don't know, it never seemed like he liked me back !"

"and now that you know he does, why are you avoiding him..."

yes, because that's exactly how decided to deal with that situation. you decided to avoid him, making sure that love conversation would never happen. what if you were wrong ? you were drunk after all, maybe it never happened that way-

"you don't make up things when you're drunk, y/n !", exclaimed woongi.

"don't talk that loud", you said, reminding him you were in class. "look, I don't wanna ruin our friendship, you know ? it's very precious to me, if we date and then someday he realizes he no longer needs me, that's it. that's just the end. if we stay friend, it's better, because that means i get to be with him forever and-"

"forever until he falls in love with someone else...''

"stop ??"

"damn..."

woongi let his head fall onto the table, maybe harder than what he thought, but he decided to act like he didn't hurt.

"i can't believe you have 0 braincells, 0 rizz, 0 bitches..." said your friend, sighing heavily.

"last time i checked you were still single, woongi." woongi choked on his saliva, waking up, ready to clap back.

"well last time i checked i wasn't running away from the boy i'm in love with for some dumb reasons !"

"but what else do you want me to do", you whined.

"talk to him like ?? what the hell do you wanna do ? i don't like that whole miscommunication trope bro."

trust me, woongi, i don't like that miscommunication trope too. and deep down, you knew woongi was right. but you also knew you were too scared to do anything about it.

"keep going like that. you won't have him as a lover, but you'll lost him as a friend too."

maybe that was enough to give a call to reality. you couldn't just avoid him forever if you wanted to stay friend... you had the idea of talking to him like it never happened, like you didn't remember because of the alcohol. to be honest, that was selfish of you and you kinda felt bad for the fact you didn't have the guts to talk to him about it.

what you didn't know for sure is that tarae wasn't that far from you in the lecture hall. he didn't mean to eavesdropping, really, but you guys were just so loud he couldn't help it. now, he knew what was wrong, and decided it was time it took the matter into his hands.

your day in school was finally done. you went home, woongi's words still in mind, thinking about the whole situation. but you didn't have to overthink some more, because when you got home, an hour later, someone knocked at your door.

you weren't waiting for anybody, so that kinda surprised you. but you got up anyway to open the door, coming face to face with taerae.

"hey", he simply said. "hey", you replied.

"can i come in please ? we need to talk."

even if the way he said it was meant to be reassuring, you couldn't help but to feel a bit anxious. without a word, you moved to let him get in.

"wait for me in the living room, okay ? i'll grab you a drink in the kitchen." that was just an excuse to be alone for a second, to make up your mind about what you were going to do. but you didn't except him to follow you in the kitchen.

it was just you and him. in a kitchen. again. but this time, you didn't feel at ease. not in a way where you were afraid of what he would do to you, no. you trusted him, and he would never hurt you. you just know that you had no way to escape that conversation.

"look, y/n, i swear i don't want you to feel forced to talk about it. but i need to be straightforward, so you know what i'm thinking about it."

"about what ?"

"do you remember what happened at that party ?"

you didn't respond, contemplating wether you should lie or not.

"y/n, please tell me you remember."

"i-i don't. i don't remember. i mean, i'm not sure what you referring to..."

"okay. forget about it then."

oh. that's not what you were excepting. you wanted him to let that go, but it still hurted. maybe he just said he liked you because you were drunk and he didn't know what else to do.

"i'm not really into drunk confessions, anyway. i rather tell you what i feel about you properly."

"what ?"

well, you weren't excepting that either. you felt your cheeks and ears getting warm.

"you don't have to reciprocate my feelings, or to answer me now. i just feel like i should tell you because i don't want you to feel insecure about it. you've been avoiding me since then, so i assume you remember what happened? and for some reasons it makes you scared... but please, whatever it is that makes you feel like this, keep in mind i meant every word i said that night. i meant it when i said i love you, because i really do, and i'll show it to you whatever the relationship you want us to have. i kept what i feel for you to myself for years anyway, i can keep going. but, you know, this time, i feel like i might have a chance and i don't want to miss it. if you need time to think about it, that's fine by me. and if you don't... i don't know, maybe you didn't mean it that way when you told me you love me."

he didn't spare you a single look while that monologue, not daring to, afraid of your reactions. but then, you answered.

"you think i meant it in a friendly way ?"

"i don't know, that could explain why you didn't want to talk to me afterwards."

"what do you even know ?"

he understood now. that was your way of telling him you remember what you said that night. he saw that as a green light, maybe you were asking him to give you a push so you could confess properly this time. he reminded him of the way you looked at his lips that night, and to test the waters, he came closer to you. he wouldn't do it if he was sure that's what you wanted. when he saw your eyes automatically went to his lips when he came closer, he took that as a sign, hoping he was not wrong. without a word, he soflty placed his hand on your neck, and finally placed his lips on yours. the kiss was tentative at first, gentle, but the intensity increased when you responded to it, conveying your unspoken feelings to taerae. your hands went to his face, cupping it.

the two of you were lost in each other's touch, basking into the other warmth. but you had to pull away.

just like that night, taerae rested his forehead on yours.

"please tell me you love me back", he said in a whisper. you simply smiled when answering. "i loved you since forever."

and woongi won't be able to call you bitchless anymore.

ish kok lucu 😫

Insanity ⏐ Kim Sunwoo

SoftDom! Kim Sunwoo x Fem!Reader

↳ Synopsis: A little fun wouldn't hurt anybody when your boyfriend decides to take you while a family member is in the house.

↳ Warnings: Smut. Fluff. Softdom Sunwoo. Exhibitionism. Usage of the name slut. Unprotected sex. Brother confrontation :) I used his Korean age not international

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The last thing you would think (if you were able to think right now), would be that this boy whose face is glued to yours and body nuzzled in between your legs is not the same boy that's terrified of almost everything. There were a lot of things that you didn't think were right, and this was one of them. And there were a lot of things he was afraid of, and maybe this wasn't one of those things.

Hands. All over you. Groping you over your clothes, all warm and squeezing tight, in some areas light and feathery, making you feel bothered and needy. Making you hiss through your teeth along with mewls. Eyebrows knitted in place at the audacity of his hands.

"stop touching me"

He pushed you further back into bed by his lips until your back comes in contact with the mattress and laying comfortably underneath him. That perfect amount of weight on top of you. Your hands can't help but snake to the nape of his neck and push him further into your mouth. Atmosphere drowned with lips smacking, biting, diluting your taste with his, heads pushing and pulling. Hands pushing and pulling.

A sly smirk crosses his lips, "Hm?, What were you saying?"

Only slightly annoyed, you pull back from him, "we can't do this here," you scoot yourself up so that you're sitting against the headboard, and Sunwoo slides you his pouty eyes. It only means one thing when he that, he wants something. And almost every time, he gets it. You almost fall for it, "look you horny shit, you didn't come here for me"

And you know you're right. You have a brother, Younghoon. When you started dating Sunwoo, those two clicked instantly. Almost an inseparable bond. Playing games, and sports with each other while you let him be. How could you not love it?

It was only when Younghoon had to leave for university that you saw Sunwoo heartbroken for the first time. Your brother was always protective and selective of the boys you opened your heart to, but with Sunwoo, he took one look at your boyfriend and surprisingly enough, by not opening his mouth and diluting the air with "no's"? That was blessing enough for Sunwoo to date you. While you had the right to date Sunwoo anyways, Younghoon grew fond of Sunwoo. And they never expected the amount of sadness when Younghoon had to leave his best friend to go to school in another city.

But now he's back, evident from the yelling and video game noises coming down the hall.

There were times where Sunwoo would hang out with Younghoon more than you, but there was no point on letting it bother you. Once a girl who values her alone time, always a girl who values her alone time.

And there were times where Sunwoo would neglect his poor best friend and leave him in the dust by being with you for hours and days. Maybe it's the fact that he's gotten so used to just having you around, he forgot what it was like that you had a brother who's also his best friend.

"You came here to hang out with Younghoon, not me"

Handing you a dismissive look, he decided to try your lips, hands moving down to your hips. But you dodge his lips and he starts to whine and groan, letting his head fall onto your stomach forehead first. Most of the time, you'd have found that endearingly adorable. Because you learned that your boyfriend is clingy and needy. "we have been together for the last few maybe months, and I overheard you two yesterday when he came back into town saying that you'll meet up with him today to play league of legends," a scoff (endearing) slips past your lips, "..you dorks"

"He'll be fiiiinee, I'll see him tomorrow", his voice muffled by the fabric of your hoodie.

"No, get off me and go hangout with my br-"

Tightening his hold on your hips a yelp escapes you from him pulling you down. And you're where you were earlier, underneath him. Underneath him and all his delicious weight. He flexes his hips up and you're only able to hiss.

"baby- I'm so worked up right now, so I'm staying here"

Feeling nervous, you take a big gulp and when you shift around, you feel his hardness in between your legs and you shiver at the contact. "Younghoon's right down the hallway Sunwoo"

Sunwoo lowers his head till his lips connect with the notch of your throat, kissing up till he reaches your ear, "we will be very very very quiet" He manages to say each 'very' sexier each time, "at least I will be"

You swallow at his words as he places his hand under your jaw, gripping tenderly, tilting your chin to the ceiling allowing his lips to explore the skin of your neck. Swirling his tongue anywhere he finds fit. His other hand pulling your sweater taut. You pull your eyebrows tight when he nips at a sensitive spot.

He lowered his voice, "If I wanna fuck you, I'll fuck you, anywhere and anytime"

Gasping at his bold claim, "Sunwoo, Younghoon is right down the hall, if he hears any of this, he'll kill-"

"No he won't, and enough of the sibling talk, it's throwing me off"

"You're insane", smacking your lips along with an eye roll, but his lips feel so good on your skin, it was impossible to hold any ounce of annoyance for long. Aware of what could go wrong, you bring your hand to the back of his head, threading your fingers through his beautiful locks. And you feel the twitch of his lips when he smiles against your skin, "insane for you".

When you start rolling your body below him, you can feel his hardness with every roll and a shiver from him paired with hearing him groan. His grip becomes tighter at your jaw and he smashes your lips with his. Messily and desperate. Sunwoo was devouring you and with his body pushing harder against yours, you mewl into his lips. His perfect mouth invading you and making you feel all sorts of things along with his body pressing against you. And you couldn't help but pull so tight on his hair pushing him in, because more, more, and more.

This house was built with such thin walls, you can only pray that none of this can be heard.

It's merely just making out coupled with excessive tongue and fondling, it shouldn't have possibly dizzied your mind so much to the point you didn't feel his other hand snake up the only clothing item keeping him from having more access. Only able to cup one breast squeezing he grows impatient and pulls away from you and removes your sweater, pulling your body up and messing up your hair in the process. A familiar feeling climbs up through your body when you're welcomed with the hunger behind his eyes. Something shakes you on the inside as you get pushed back on the bed roughly and he reclaims your lips. And traveling every where, lips never not connected to skin, "I love you, I love you, I fucking love you"

He can say it a million more times, and you'd never get used to it.

Well aware of it though, you know he loves you. Never doubted it. One thing comes to your mind, when you hear his 'I love you' mantras. It means that he either did something foolishly stupid or you're going to have the life fucked out of me. Let's go ahead and go with the last.

You feel wetness, and teeth over your nipple. He gives both your breasts love, and he looks up- nose deep in between the valley of your breasts while groping them, only to find you sighing with the crown of your head buried deep into the pillows.

"Sunwoo-", you breathe out.

"hm?" still playing with your breasts.

"touch me"

The corners of his lips twitch into a grin and he happily undoes the tie of your shorts. Slipping his hand in and touching over your panties. "staining your panties already?" Not sure if it's possible, but you may have gotten wetter from that question alone. You writhe and whine under him to touch you already. He chuckles, and not too long after he slips your shorts down along with that thin soaking fabric.

Sunwoo doesn't give you a chance to spread your legs voluntarily, because he forcefully does it for you. He's practically drooling at the sight of your soaking core. Connecting your lips with his again, "oh you're such a slut". You can't help but smile against his lips, taking his free wrist in your hand, guiding it all the way down your body till it's in between your legs, touching you where you need him most. Immediately, your whole body tenses up at the contact of his fingers. "Such a slut", chuckling on your lips. Then he draws slow circles on your clit, and intense jolts fly through you causing you to buck your hips

Sunwoo slips a finger in you and you almost can't take it, you press further into his lips to dampen your noises. It's only fingering, but he's doing it to the point where you forgot how to breathe. Shaky and weak you can't kiss back, you opt for biting your lip and you're certain that blood is being drawn. As he continues to fuck you with his fingers, you scrabble for the comforter and you fist. You fist hard.

Sunwoo has his attention divided perfectly. His eyes glued to your face, while his fingers fuck his girl. His girl that's bout to lose her marbles. "Sunwoo, please I-"

And he was quick with his actions, stripping everything frantically, and the next thing you knew, he was in between your legs, ready to take you. And your body was ready. Focus way too pointed on his body, his honey like skin, and throbbing shaft, precum slicked red tip, oh so ready for that, you didn't notice his gaze. Like he couldn't wait to destroy you to smithereens, you couldn't help but to bite your lips seductively at him, "cmon then, all talk? do what you wanted...fuck me"

A growl. A delirious growl rips through him and he finds your aching entrance and pushes into you all the way, eliciting a yelp.

"oh godd-", he begins push into you more if that was possible, then pulling out all the way, only to slam back in, and you scream at the contact of his pelvis slamming into yours.

Voice sounding hushed, "Fuck, fuck, fuck" with every word, he pounds into you and you're trembling beneath him. His palm finds your waist and lifts you to snake his arm under, lifting your hips. This angle, oh god. He's hitting the spot so perfectly a sob catches in your throat and you have to clamp your mouth shut. You swore you felt the rolling heat all throughout your body.

Pulling you to meet each thrust, your mewls get louder and you hide your face into the pillow. "Sun-" Thrust. "su-" Thrust. Your hands search around till it finds his arms and you dig your nails into them. You can barely pull out a word, because of how fast he's going. Sunwoo finds it so outrageously cute when you dig your face into the pillows. "princess can't take it?" Cooing like he's some innocent, but his thrusts say otherwise.

He scoots your body up the mattress with his and you open your eyes, he lets go so that your lower back meets with the mattress again and he rests one hand on the wall above.

Fuck, he's so hot right now.

He gives you a grin, and your heart leaps out of your chest. His smile. Practically your favorite thing about him. Every single time he smiled at you this way, your heart would find a rate probably at a thousand bpm and your brain would melt.

Using the wall as leverage, he grips your waist and pounds into you harder. You moan louder and he warns down with a smug look. Smirk growing on his face as he shakes his head slowly down at you, shushing you all the while pushing and pulling in you. Lowering his face and attaching his lips to your ear, "god you're such a slut" and your moans turned mewls pitches up a notch, "my slutty princess" and that makes you melt.

He pulls away enough that his face is just above yours, while he carries on fucking you into oblivion. It doesn't take much more than a few more thrusts. Mouth gaped open, he gives you an amused look. "Come, princess" Of course he would know. Squeezing your eyes shut, you let your orgasm devour you, as he devours you. His name leaving your lips in and shaking and trembling till you're stilled and heaving.

He pulls out of your aching core, and you think you're done. But his hands finds your hips and flips you till your knees and hands land on the mattress. A choked groan comes out of you when he enters you again shoving your upper body down. Quick and easy from all your wetness.

Sunwoo bends down till his he's at your ear, "baby, if you keep screaming like that, your brother is going to hear.." he pauses, "and I'm not sure if I'll be able to stop if he comes knocking" A cry mixed with a mewl comes out of me. So much for no sibling talk.

"now," he pulls back up, "im going to fuck you" he sharply thrusts, "like the little slut you are". Before you manage to do anything, he starts to shove and thrust and pummel into your sore core, brutally and at full tilt, like it's the last chance he's ever gonna get.

He pushes your head down in the mattress with his hand and the sound of his hips smacking against yours echoes throughout the room. "Sunwoo pl-please-", crying and pleading into the mattress.

"come" he demands, and actual tears are rolling out your eyes. Once again, an orgasm ripples through you. Soaring and felt to the tips of your toes. Sunwoo comes as well, pulling out of you slowly. Gawking at the sight of his cum flowing out of you, he gathers his cum with his tip and fucks it back into you with a harsh thrust. A small yelp out of you and he slows his hips to a steady roll, pushing your hips down to the mattress. He gathers your hair to one side whispering into your ear, "atta girl. shh...thats it". At this point, you think you're seeing stars pasted in your eyelids.

The aftermath of the orgasm is pulling you under when he pulls out to lay beside you. Having went through not one but two intense mind blowing orgasms, you're ready to call it a day.

He pulls you closer to him curling up into him, with a cute little closed lip smile. And he adjusts your hair till it's out of your face, "you're okay right?" The only thing you hear is a faint ringing, and that only happens after a monstrous orgasm. But, "more than okay".

He kisses your temple and begins to snuggle comfortably into bed, but you tell him to clean up and go get dressed.

"What?"

"You", taking a deep breath, "have to go hang out with Younghoon"

"are you serious?" A confused look is dawned on Sunwoo's face, but your eyes aren't even open to tell, his tone tells it all. "I just fucked the shit out of you, and you're limp and lifeless, and you're telling me to go hang out with your brother?!"

"Yes, go"

He seems to weigh his options, looking at the door back to you, and he lands on one, "Fine, but I'll see you soon"

"mhm go," Tired enough, you don't even lift your face off the pillow to say bye (let alone wish him goodluck).

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"sup man"

Younghoon is seated where he can see who enters his room, he only glances at Sunwoo, and looks away just as fast with only mild anger.

Sunwoo acknowledges the glance as a come in and closes the door taking a seat next to Younghoon on the sofa.

It's silent for a while, as Younghoon gives all of his attention to the league of legends game. And Sunwoo shifts his eyes from the screen to Younghoon, staring attentively and confused.

"Look, if you're gonna" a shudder ruptures through Younghoon, "do that with my sister, at least give me a heads up"

It takes a second for Sunwoo to register what he just said, before snickering. Younghoon glares at Sunwoo, "dude" placing his hand out offended. "I literally had to search through my room for earplugs, which unfortunately don't work that well" He pops the ear plugs out his ears and throws them on the table.

"Younghoon, your sister is an adult you know that right?"

"No she's like 16" returning to his game pressing on his controller.

"Dude she's the same age as me"

Pausing he looks over at Sunwoo, "how old are you again?"

"22"

Younghoon purses his lips, "oh.....but still thats my little sister" He hands Sunwoo a controller and they start playing the game that was promised.

Through out the game, Younghoon looks over his shoulder finding his best friend focused on something other than the game. He sighs before saying, "go, I'll see you another day"

Quick at his feet, Sunwoo turns to Younghoon, "you are the best brother-in-law ever" and dashes out.

Younghoon scoffs at his title, "wait, do I have to wear earplugs again?"

"No!" He can hear Sunwoo down the hallway.

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You feel movement on the bed and find a fluffy dark headed boy in your arms, "hi princess"

Stirring in your sleep, you don't even bother opening your eyes due to the grogginess and only smile to where you think his face is at, "what are you doing back", curling into his embrace.

"I told you I'd see you soon"

okay i’m gonna read anotger fluff bout sunwoo but hopefully this time is happy ending so i can sleep peacefully

pheew thanks god this isn’t angst just the fluff ine n i love it sooo

Yūgen | Sunwoo (The Boyz)

Yugen (n.) a profound, mysterious sense of the beauty of the universe that triggers a deep, emotional response. 

Requested by anon! In which Sunwoo, the ace of the volleyball team, is curious about what you’re drawing all the time. Until one day, he stumbles upon a drawing of himself made from yours truly. 

Genre: fluff, volleyball player! Sunwoo and art student reader, shy love, softness, and inspired by haikyuu because I have been obssessed with the anime lately TT__TT  A/N: It feels like it’s been ages since I’ve posted here! Slowly but surely, I’m going through my inbox and replying to your requests. Thank you for your patience, stay safe loves, ily all xx 

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Sunwoo wasn’t artistically inclined.

But that never stopped him from admiring those that were. He was always so curious as to how just a flick of fingers managed to create a shadow, or how just one glance at a subject made it through onto paper without so much as an effort to remember the details. It was like it was automatically recorded into one’s brain, hands already registered to mimic the curves and the folds and the shadows that turned into nothing short of a miraculous piece. So when he caught sight of someone drawing, it always piqued his interest. He stumbled upon you one late afternoon after his volleyball practice, with sweat dotting his forehead and his training bag slung casually over his shoulder. He was about to direct his way to the parking lot upon exiting the gymnasium, only to spot a lone figure huddled upon the bleachers and curled into a ball that caused Sunwoo to frown. Slowly sidling up to the stranger in question and peeking over the railing to catch a glimpse of your face, his eyes are instantly driven to the sketchpad in your hands.

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