"Why're You Tapping At My Window At This Time." You Murmur, Wiping The Remnants Of Sleep From Your Eyes,
"Why're you tapping at my window at this time." you murmur, wiping the remnants of sleep from your eyes, Ni-ki huffs as he finally lands his right leg on your carpet, his hair and clothes drenched from the rain.
"Mom kicked me out for the night, and I really doubt your dad would like to wake up to me knocking on his door at 1 in the morning." he chuckles, taking off his leather jacket, placing it messily on your study table. You frown at the sight, going to close the window, to stop more rain from coming in, waving at his friends parked in front of your house.
"What'd you do this time." "she didn't like my grades, and some other stuff, you know, the usual." he lays on your bed, earning a grumble from you, a hearty chuckle erupting from his stomach in response. You grab your hair dryer, before kicking at him to sit up. His hands grabbing your waist to pull you closer to him, your fingers lazily comb through his wet hair, plugging the electronic in. It grumbles softly at it comes to life, held awkwardly as you dried what you could of his hair cause he wouldn't pull away.
The sound from your dryer fills the air, your body drifting in and out of sleep. Finally managing to pull him away, focusing the electronic on his bangs. "I wish your dad wasn't such a dick. I'd get married to you right now." "Even if my dad wasn't a dick , we wouldn't get married cause we're still too young." you say as you put the dryer down on you bedside table.
"Would you marry me?" he questions, your eyes scan his face, fingers dragging through his now damp (ish) hair, a small smile gracing your face. "Yes, in a heartbeat." his cheeks swell with color, a soft red, his smile growing. "I'll get you the biggest diamond, a gold and silver ring, the most expensive." "You're the biggest diamond I'll ever need, the most expensive jewel I'll ever want." he paused before pulling away from your touch, a shy fit of laughter causing him to shake, leaned back, his body held up by his left hand, to look at you.
"T-that was really good." "learned from the best."
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pairing : ni-ki x reader ! genre : fluffy fluff flufffffff ! cw : forehead and nose kisses ! wc : 431
syposis : ni-ki teaches you japanese đĽ¸



âokay, say it with meâ⌠o-ya-su-mi," rikiâs voice was soft as he looked up at you, lips curling into a smile. his hands rested on your waist as you sat comfortably on his lap, legs draped on either side of him.
you nodded, trying your best to follow along. âoyaâŚsumi. did i get it right?â
he nodded gently, fingers lightly tapping against your side. "perfect. youâre a natural."
the dim light from the bedside lamp cast a warm glow over the room, prompting warmth to surround you. you could feel his steady and soothing heartbeat against you. the night was a calm and showed how hours had passed since you saw each other first, like the world had slowed down just for the two of you.
âokay okay, teach me another one,â you asked as you leaned forward slightly. his eyes seemed to have sparkle as he thought for a moment.
"okay, umm, how about... su-ki da yo. it means..." he hesitated, side-eyeing you with a knowing smirk on his face as his cheeks flushing slightly.
"what does it mean?" you asked, teasingly poking his chest, knowing full well what he was about to say. you didnât do duolingo for nothing after all.
rikiâs voice was a little quieter this time, but the playfulness never left his expression. âit means âi like you.ââ he glanced up at you and you couldnât help but smile at the way his eyes softened when he said it.
"well in that caseâŚ.. i âsuki da yoâ you too," you repeated slowly, enunciating each syllable, trying to make it as clear as possible.
his grin widened, adoration swelling in his chest at your stupid attempt at reciprocating his confess, though equally as proud of your pronunciation. without thinking, he leaned forward to press a gentle kiss to the tip of your nose.

hours have passed, and youâre completely sprawled against his chest, your body overlapping his as you nuzzle into his neck, your warm breath tickling his skin.
riki shifts slightly, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead before snorting when he notices the drool slipping from the corner of your mouth. without hesitation, he snaps a picture, already planning how heâll tease you with it in the morning. but for now, he just smiles, soaking in your presence (and your drool) with a particular fondness floating in his eyes.
âaisteru,â he mumbles, his voice shaky and tired as he kisses your forehead again, setting his phone on the nightstand before finally wrapping his arms around your shoulders, pulling you even closer, and shutting his eyes.

note : i love him very very much đ

đŠot a betďšhyung line



đnhypen x fem!reader âš cw: each member ranges from 5-1k wc, fluff, lowercase intended, they swear, crying, uh someone kneels, not proud w heejake's đ, not proofread ( lmk if i missed something! )
sypnosis : upon learning that you were merely the stake in a bet, they wasted no time in mending your relationship.
part one !

â LEE HEESEUNG ( 0.8k wc )
"y/n wait!"
heeseung's voice only made you walk faster. you didn't want to humiliate yourself further by stopping and talking to him. all you wanted to do now was to just march out of the school, go home, lock yourself in your room and maybe eat a tub of ice cream while you ugly cry yourself to sleep.
"y/n, please." heeseung pleaded, taking your elbow in his grasp as he spun you around and pulling you closer to the point you can feel his breath on fanning your nose.
he looked at you pleadingly. "it's okay," you managed to say in a shaky voice. "i understand, you can all laugh at me all you want now-" he shook his head, "it's okay really!" you added, pursing your lips.
"i just want to be left alone now okay?" and even if he knew you didn't mean just 'now.' he'll respect your wishes and let you go, but he won't give up.
heeseung watched you walk away from him with a heavy heart, wanting nothing but to just explain everything to you before it was too late. he couldn't lose you, not like this.
when he couldn't see your figure anymore, he messily messed his hair and made his way back to the gym eager to teach a guy how to not spit nonsense.
it's been a week since that happened and a week since he's seen you in the school. he asked some of your classmates and club members but all he received were nasty glares and short cold answers. what happened between the two of you spread like wild fire the following day you walked away from him. everyone knew you were kind of a nerd, but they also knew you were a complete angel and had a heart soft as a pillow.
they also knew that betting on a person's feeling isn't exactly it. â more under the cut!
so throughout that week too, his popularity decreased day by day. he used to receive heart eyes on the hallways and joyful 'good morning, heeseung!'s by random students, now all he received were judgemental glances and they avoided him like a plague, scared to be the next target of a cruel bet.
he didn't care though, all he cared about was your wellbeing. it's been a week and you've still yet to show up to class, so imagine his surprise when you suddenly walk in to the room with your usual hair do, your bag slung over on your shoulder and your glasses almost falling off your nose bridge.
he sat up straighter, gulping as his eyes followed your every move. he could feel hear heart beating louder, as if it was calling for you, desperate to be near you again.
he needed to fix this, asap.
it felt like forever before heeseung heard the bell ring. as soon as he heard the annoying sound, he messily packed up his things and ran after you.
"y/n!" your forearm was then again grabbed by him. although this time, he turned you slowly. heeseung silently admired your face. he missed you so much.
"let me explain, please. it's not what you think. i promise." he whispered, vulnerability in his tone. the simple nod you gave was his signal to interlace his fingers with yours as he looked for an empty room.
you ignored the looks everyone threw your way, either worried and judging. all you could focus on was his warm hand on yours and how you missed it so much, you didn't even realize you both were now inside an empty classroom.
"there was no bet." you furrowed your brows, looking at him with mixed confusion and frustration. "i promise, there was no bet."
"why would they say that then?"
"i don't know, but i promise there's no bet. throughout the months we've been together everything i've said was real." he said, desperate.
heeseung stepped closer.
"what i felt for you was real," he scrambled to get his phone from his pocket, opening his messages app. "you can go through my phone all you want, ask any of my friends-" you raised a brow.
"not those friends! i mean sunghoon, jay, jungwon.. you know." your raised brow made him sputter. "to be completely honest, they've been ignoring me after they heard about what happened.."
you looked at him hesitantly as you scrolled through his messages with shaking hands. you scrolled for so long, you even reached to the messages months before you both got together.
he didn't have any messages to his basketball team group chat unless it was announcements from his coach. the group chat with his actual friends were only filled with his pining over 'the girl on the back of his biology class.'
"heeseung.."
"there's no bet, baby. i'd never do that to anyone." he whispered, stepping closer. "i can't lose you like this.. i love you."
you sniffled as you came crashing on his chest, letting tears fall again. heeseung immediately wrapped his arms around you, sighing in relief as he finally have you back in his arms.
"i was so worried baby." he mumbled, kissing your head.
"i love you forever. i'll kill everyone who tries to get in between us again," heeseung pulled you closer if it was even possible.
"and if they do, i'll make sure to fix everything even if it means the whole world would hate me."
â PARK JONGSEONG ( 1.0k wc )
jay was confused.
the both of you had a very well planned date tonight, so he was utterly puzzled to see that you weren't responding to his messages. for heaven's sake, you didn't even read his messages, he was just left in delivered.
he had tried calling multiple times but was only met with your automated voice telling him to leave a voice message. it came to the point that he had enough and decided to drive to your house.
throughout the drive, jay wondered what could've happened. he couldn't think of anything that would make you upset like this, he hoped that you just fell asleep and forgot to have your alarm on.
walking up the porch of your house, jay rang the doorbell and was met with your mom who opened the door with furrowed brows when she laid her eyes on him.
"good afternoon mrs. l/n, is y/n home?" your mother's frown deepened, hesitantly looking at the stairs behind her before looking back at him. "i'm sorry jay, she said she doesn't want to see you?"
that caused jay to furrow his brows as well. "wha- may i ask why?"
"i was hoping you'd tell me." if jay was confused a while ago, he was even more confused now and frustrated.
"can i see her, please?" he pleads, the older woman hesitantly opened the door wider to invite him in, and before he could ascend up the stairs, your mom stopped him.
"jay.." he looked back. "i don't know what happened to you both but take it easy on her, alright? she's been crying, i can tell." jay gulped and only nodded, sending your mom a pursed smile.
he knocked on your bedroom door, when no response came, he tried to turn the knob and was thankful that it wasn't locked.
jay slowly opened your door, seeing you curled on one corner of your bed as your body shook from your sobs you tried to keep silent.
he could feel his heart break at the sight. stepping a foot inside the room, he mentally cursed at himself when he accidentally bumped on to your mirror causing your head to shoot up in alarm at the sound.
your already glassy eyes was once again filled with tears as your eyes met his. jay barely dodged the pillow you threw at him, screaming at him to "go away and never show your face to me again."
jay frowned and came closer until he was sat on the edge of your bed, ignoring the words you just shouted at him.
"baby.. what's- what's wrong?" he asked, attempting to hold your hand but you retracted it and tried to throw another pillow at him. he swiftly caught it and brought it back down gently beside you.
"was it worth the one month of free car wash?" you spat through hiccups. jay stayed silent, confused.
"of course it probably was, that's what you do right?" the sight of your swollen and red face kept breaking his heart, he was still confused on what you were talking about but he'll let you talk.
this way he knew how he'd make things better.
"make me fall in love with you in exchange of a month's free of car wash.." you muttered, your eyes still boring on to his. at your words, it finally clicked. "..am i really worth just that much?" another sob.
right, he had forgotten to end the call when his 'friend' came barging into his apartment. you had probably heard all the nonsense the guy sputtered.. but surely you must've heard the way he defended your relationship and swore at that him too?
"i thought.. high school days were done jay. please just leave me alone now. you got what you want." jay shook his head, coming closer and pulling your body to his.
he wrapped his arms around you, his hand rubbing your back as you sobbed hard. he didn't try stopping you when he felt your weak punches that you threw at his chest, his own tears clouding his vision but he didn't dare make them fall.
"you got it all wrong, baby." he whispered, rubbing your nape as your face now rested against the crook of his neck. he ignored the wetness there. "i'm guessing you overheard the conversation with sungjae?"
you nodded, now calmer but not pulling away.
"did you also hear the way i told him to drop the stupid bet he kept insisting to happen? the way i kicked him out of my apartment?" you stayed silent, only sniffling as a response.
jay sighed, wrapping his arm around your waist tighter and pulling you closer.
"the whole campus knows sungjae's an asshole, baby. he was a jerk who thought that being a dick to others were entertaining, and i guess that's why i was like that back in high school.. i wanted to be accepted in their group."
"but we're in college now, i left that group but somehow sungjae's here and is pathetically still stuck in the past." he pulled your face from his neck, cupping your cheek and wiping away your tears.
"i've loved you since high school.. and there's no bet, baby. the moment he had found out i was dating you, he kept bringing up a bet about how long we would last.. but i always shut him out, told him to cut it out and that there will be no bet happening, especially if you're the one getting betted on."
new fresh tears come rolling down your cheek, this time they were tears of relief. glad to know that everything was real, that you weren't just a toy.
"you promise you'll cut him off starting now?" you whispered, looking at him with big glassy eyes.
"i've cut him since high school, y/n. it's him who's keep clinging to me. but i promise he won't be saying anything about the both of us anymore." jay pressed your foreheads together, pressing a soft peck on your lips.
"you will forever be the prettiest and the only one i'll ever love this much in this world, my baby."
â SIM JAEYUN ( 0.5k wc )
jake watched you run away in confusion, staring at the laughing crowd and turning to look at your locker only to be met with the note he has been telling everyone to throw away.
he angrily took it from your locker, ripping the small paper into pieces. "how many times have i told you to cut this shit out? do you want me to report all of you for harassment and bullying?" he raised his voice at the crowd who had stopped their laughter.
"that's what i thought." he frowned, pushing past them and running after you.
jake knew what everyone was doing the moment it spread that he was dating you. he had received dms telling him he could do better and if he was merely toying with your feelings.
he had told them countless times to drop it, even going far as to almost punch the person who has created the bets if it wasn't for sunoo holding him back. he had hoped that it wouldn't reach you. it was another one of his reasons on why he always went to school earlier, just in case it was placed on your locker. unfortunately, you were earlier than him today.
it's not like he was tolerating it, he had tried countless times to report it but they'd only say it was probably only for fun and he shouldn't take jokes seriously.
but jokes were meant to be funny, right?
jake opened the door that lead to the rooftop slowly, peeking his head to look if you were there. to his luck, you were.
your back faced him while your bag was placed down carelessly beside your feet. jake approached slowly, not wanting to overwhelm you further.
"baby?" he mumbled loud enough for you to hear. you turned your head towards him, showing him your tear stained cheeks. "oh, y/n." he sighed and held your cheeks, wiping away the salty liquid off your precious face.
"jake.. why are you dating me, of all people?" you ask through tears, avoiding his eyes.
jake's eyes softened, he dated you because you were different from everyone who wanted to be like the everyone else, did that make sense? you were your own person, you didn't care about social status, wealth, his circle of friends, and whether someone was good looking or not. you were soft hearted, to the point that you had let others take advantage of that leading them to walking all over you.
and he hated that.
"why not you?" he said softly, tilting your chin up so that you could meet his eyes. "you're everything i've ever needed."
"you can tell the truth." you mutter, looking at jake. his mouth formed a pout, heart broken at the way you had so little love for yourself.
"i am telling the truth, baby." he whispers, taking your hands and placing them on his face before putting his own hands back on yours. "everything is a joke to them when i'm involved." you whisper, ignoring the way your voice broke.
"we don't care about what they think, they're all just jealous. everything we've been through and what i feel for you are real, no jokes." he smiled, pulling you closer to him.
"you promise?"
"baby i'd choose you over anyone in this world over and over again until the heavens above is tired of me."
â PARK SUNGHOON (0.7k wc)
sunghoon frowned, confused and hurt. he wanted to fix whatever happened, so he took his phone from the couch and his car keys from the wooden bowl in his foyer.
it was when he was in the elevator that he noticed his phone was open. his breath hitched, finally knowing the reason for your departure and choice of words. sunghoon quickly left the group chat and started dialing your number.
it was true that you were a bet. were. he didn't even know why he agreed, maybe because he wanted so badly to fit in. he didn't want a repeat of middle school, so instead of being the bullied and made fun of, he was now the one doing those to others. he wasn't proud of it at the slightest.
that doesn't excuse his actions though. the longer he spent time with you, the deeper he fell. sunghoon never planned for you to find out this way, he already had a plan. first he had to get rid of his 'friends', tell you everything then ask you if you still wanted him to meet your parents.
guilt always ate him alive whenever you would stay over and sleep by his side. he couldn't bring himself to meet your family knowing he hasn't told you everything and the truth.
he felt like his heart would jump out of his chest as he stood infront of the door of your house. if he died tonight on the hands of either your father or older brother, he'd welcome death with open arms.
i deserve it.
he audibly gulped when the door opened, revealing.. you. the way your brows furrowed at the sight of him tightened his chest. he stopped you before you could even close the door on him.
"y/n please, let me explain everything.. o-okay?" the way his voice cracked and the unshed tears in his eyes almost made you give in, but upon remembering what you've read, the anger in you was back.
"explain what?" you spat, turning to look over your shoulder before back at him. "that all those months i've spent loving you," you pointed at him harshly. "was just for entertainment? tell me, what was in it for you, huh?"
sunghoon shook his head, the tears now flowing down his pale cheeks. "no, no! i promise, please i love you." he reached out but you stepped back, biting your lip as you held back the tears.
"just.. leave me alone sunghoon," he felt his heart crack even more. "you've had your fun, you can laugh about i all you want now." you were taken aback when he knelt infront of you, hugging your waist as he sobbed.
"what the-" sunghoon tightened his grip on you, muttering along the words of 'im sorry', 'never meant to be like this', and something along the lines of regretting something.
"sunghoon- oh my god." you groaned as you descended to face him. "please, i didn't mean to. i-" he hiccuped, "i'm sorry, i know it was stupid and there's no reason for me to accept the bet- but i just wanted to fit in. i wanted them to take me as a part of their circle- but, but i soon realized that it was stupid." he looked at you with swollen eyes, desperation swam in his dark irises.
"because i realized that hurting you isn't worth being a part of their asshole group. it started with a bet, i admit, but i truly love you, please believe me." a sob made its way out his throat as he clung into you, his arms circling your neck. "it wasn't a lie whenever i said i'd meet your parents, i was constantly trying to get rid of them first before i met your family, i didn't want to meet them until i've told you the complete truth."
your own tears descended down your cheeks, your heart hurting for yourself and sunghoon. you stayed on the floor wrapped around each other for a moment before you both helped each other up to your feet, he looked at you intensely with red bloodshot eyes. "i'm sorry, i understand if you don't want anything to do with me anymore."
"i understand hoon," you whispered, bringing your hands to cup his face. "but you have to understand too that i can't trust you fully right up again." he nodded, putting his own hands on yours as he kissed your palms.
"i know.. and i'll spent the rest of my life earning it again. i love you."

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I hope July is kind to you. And I hope that this July, you are kind to yourself.
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GENRE á¸á¸ forbidden relationship Ḡoneshot ďš SYPNOSISâin which two lovers go on a late-night drive .áă ¤ insp by ceilings by lizzy mcalpine á¸á¸ ę° WORD COUNTďš1390 ęąââ đŚARNING(S) not proofread Ḡkissing Ḡpet names Ḡ. Ý âŚ Ý . âą LIBRARY . . . ďšLUNA đ âactive era incoming!! ŕ´Śŕľŕ´Śŕ´ż ËÍĚęłËÍĚ )â§ Ë ÝđĽ ÝË

THE CAR MOVED QUIETLY ALONG THE DARKENED ROAD,
the headlights reflecting long, dim beams across the empty streetâthe world outside the window is silent, asleep in the quiet of the late night, and the only sounds in the car are the soft buzzing of the engine and the faint, slow song playing from the radio.
the air is heavy with the weight of something unspoken, something that lingers between the two of you, and you donât know if itâs the night, or the realization that these moments are always slipping through your fingers too quickly.
sunghoonâs hand rests on the gearshift, his knuckles brushing against yours, and you feel the familiar warmth spread through youâthe same warmth youâve felt every time youâve been this close to him.
the streetlights flicker as you pass, and in those small glimpses of light, you see his profileâthe sharp line of his jaw, the soft, messy strands of his hair falling into his eyes, the way his lips press together in concentration as he drives.
he looks beautiful, in the quiet, under the gentle glow of the passing lights.
itâs like something out of a dreamâsomething too perfect, too fragile to be real. âââ đđđđ đđđđđ đđđ đđđ .áă ¤
his eyes glance over at you, and for a moment, they soften, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips, as if just seeing you there beside him makes all of this worth it.
itâs a smile that holds the weight of all the secrets you share, of all the stolen moments between you.
you look down at your intertwined hands, your fingers grazing the edges of his, and you can feel that familiar pang of longing.
the kind of longing that comes from knowing that you canât stay in this car forever, that eventually, this drive will end, and youâll have to go back to realityâthe place where being with him isnât as simple as just being in love.
youâll go back to the house thatâs waiting for you, the one with your parents, who will never approve of someone like sunghoon.
itâs a world thatâs filled with expectations and rules and boundaries that youâre never allowed to cross.
but in this car, itâs different.
itâs just you and him, no rules, no eyes watching, no consequencesâjust two people who found something in each other that made it impossible to stay away.
âare you okay?â sunghoonâs voice is soft, cutting through the quiet.
his eyes flicker to you again, and you can see the concern in them, the gentle way heâs always cared about you, even in the smallest of ways.
you nod, swallowing the lump thatâs forming in your throat. âyeah, iâm okay,â you whisper, even though you know itâs not entirely true.
youâre okay now, here, but you know it wonât last.
it never does. but thatâs why you hold onto these moments, because theyâre all you have, and theyâre everything to you.
he gives you a small smile, the kind that reaches his eyes, making them crinkle just a bit at the corners, and it makes your heart ache.
you reach out, your fingers brushing against his cheek, and he leans into your touch, his eyes fluttering closed for a brief second.
itâs such a small thing, but it feels like everythingâlike in that tiny movement, you can feel all the love you have for each other.
âsometimes i wish i could just keep driving,â he admits, his voice so low it almost gets lost in the roar of the engine.
âjust keep going, until weâre so far away that none of it matters anymore.â
his words hang in the air between you, and you feel the tears prick at the corners of your eyes, that familiar sense of longing growing inside you.
you want that too. more than anything. you want to be with him without having to look over your shoulder, without feeling like every kiss, every touch, every whispered word is something that could be taken away at any moment.
you want him without all the obstacles that come with it, without the expectations that keep pulling you apart.
âi know,â you whisper, your voice trembling. âi wish that too.â
his fingers tighten around yours, and he looks at you, his eyes filled with something raw, something that youâve seen so many times but never get used to.
itâs love, pure and simple, and itâs so strong that it scares youâbecause itâs the kind of love that makes everything else fade away, the kind that makes you want to risk it all, even when you know how much it could hurt.
he pulls the car to a stop, the gravel crunching beneath the tires as he parks on the side of the road.
you look up, seeing your house in the distanceâthe lights still on, even at this hour, because theyâre waiting for you.
you can already feel the weight of the world creeping back in, the walls going up, the distance thatâs going to grow between you as soon as you step out of this car.
sunghoon turns to you, his eyes searching yours, and for a moment, neither of you say anything.
thereâs no need for words, not when everything youâre feeling is written so clearly across your faces.
you lean in, your forehead resting against his, your eyes closing as you take in the moment, the warmth of his skin, the scent of himâeverything about him that you want to remember when heâs not with you.
âi love you,â he whispers, his voice cracking just a little, and you feel the tears slip down your cheeks, your heart aching at how much you wish you could hold onto this forever.
âi love you too,â you whisper back, your voice breaking.
he kisses you then, his lips soft and warm against yours, and itâs filled with everything you canât say, everything thatâs too big for words.
itâs a promise, a vow that even if you canât be together in the way you want, even if the world is determined to pull you apart, this love is real, and itâs yours, and no one can take that away.
you pull away, and he looks at you, his eyes glassy, his expression filled with a sadness that mirrors your own.
you reach for the door handle, your fingers trembling as you open it, the cold night air rushing in, pulling you back to reality.
you step out of the car, your feet touching the pavement, and you turn back to him, giving him one last smile.
âgoodnight, sunghoon,â you say, your voice barely above a whisper, and it feels like goodbye, even though you know itâs not.
âgoodnight, y/n,â he says, his voice breaking just a little, and you can see the way his hands grip the steering wheel, like heâs trying to hold onto something thatâs slipping away.
you turn away, your heart heavy as you walk up the driveway, the distance between you growing with every step.
you can feel his eyes on you, watching until you reach the door, and you pause, looking back just once.
heâs still there, his silhouette framed by the dim glow of the carâs headlights, and it makes your chest tighten, knowing that this is where it endsâat least for tonight.
you give him one last wave, and he raises his hand, a soft smile on his lips, and then you turn, opening the door and stepping inside.
the warmth of the house surrounds you, yet you still feel so coldâthe weight of the expectations fall back onto your shoulders, and you close the door, shutting out the night, shutting out sunghoon.
you lean against the door, your eyes closing, the tears slipping down your cheeks, and you wish, more than anything, that you could have stayed.
that you could have kept driving, kept holding his hand, kept feeling that sense of freedom that only comes with him.
but for now, youâll hold onto the memory of tonightâthe warmth of his hand, the softness of his lips, the love that you felt, even if just for a moment.
and maybe, someday, youâll find a way to make it more than just a fleeting moment.
maybe, someday, youâll find a way to keep driving, together.

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birthday cake with your daugther | park sunghoon



pairing: dad!sunghoon x mom!reader (ft. their kid)
genre: fluff
summary: sunghoons hardest task on your birthday was making it through the baking a cake process, because your mischievous little girl couldnât control her hunger.
⢠do not copy or repost my work
the soft morning light streamed through the curtains, gently lighting up the kitchen. sunghoon stood at the island, an apron tied around his waist and flour dusting his fingers.
today was specialâit was your birthday, and he wanted to make it perfect. he wasnât exactly an expert in baking, but he was determined to make you a cake, and that had to count for something, right?
beside him sat your daughter, sori, perched on the counter with her small legs dangling. she was only three and a half, but she already had a mischievous spark in her eyes, watching everything her appa did with curiosity.
he handed her a tiny spoon to help, though most of her âhelpingâ involved sneaking little bits of batter into her mouth when sunghoon wasnât looking.
âsori, we need to save that for the cake, you know,â sunghoon said, a smile tugging at his lips as he glanced at her.
âbut itâs yummy, appa,â she giggled, her fingers already sticky with batter.
sunghoon shook his head, chuckling. âjust a little more, but we need enough for eommaâs cake, okay?â
the batter was finally ready, thick and smooth, and sunghoon carefully poured it into the pan. sori watched, her hands resting on the edge of the counter, her eyes wide. he smoothed the top of the batter and moved to place it in the oven, feeling a small sense of accomplishment. but when he turned back around, he noticed something strangeâthe leftover batter had a small, suspicious dent in it.
he raised an eyebrow, looking at sori. âwhat happened here?â
ânothing,â she said quickly, though the crumbs on her lips betrayed her.
âhmm,â sunghoon hummed, pretending to be serious. âlooks like someoneâs been eating more than just a little.â
sori giggled, clearly unbothered by his fake interrogation. sunghoon couldnât help but laugh, shaking his head. âyouâre going to ruin your appetite.â
the smell of the cake filled the house as it baked, the scent of vanilla warm and comforting. sunghoon checked the timeâstill plenty of it before you would wake up. he turned his attention to the frosting, starting to whip it up while sori hovered nearby, occasionally peeking over his shoulder.
âappa,â she whispered, âcan i taste?â
âjust wait a little longer,â sunghoon said, gently nudging her away with a smile. âweâll eat it all together when itâs done.â
but when sunghoon was distracted for just a momentâreaching for the decorationsâsori took her chance. with a quick glance to make sure he wasnât watching, she leaned over the cake that had been cooling on the counter. her tiny fingers dug into the soft, warm sponge, pulling out bite-sized pieces, one after the other.
sunghoon turned back and froze. there it wasâa small cave, hollowed out in the middle of the cake, and beside it, sori stood proudly with crumbs all over her fingers and face.
âsori!â he exclaimed, his eyes wide as he tried not to laugh. she looked up at him, her expression innocent but completely unbothered.
âi was hungry, appa.â
sunghoon sighed, crouching down to her level. âoh no, what are we going to do now?â his voice was soft, more amused than upset. it was hard to be mad when she looked so proud of herself.
sori just giggled again, not realizing the chaos sheâd caused. sunghoon ran a hand through his hair, staring at the cake. âi guess weâll have to fix it.â
he wasnât sure how, but after a few minutes of thinking, he decided to just cover up the damage with extra frosting. it wouldnât be perfect, but it was better than nothing. as he spread the frosting over the cake, sunghoon kept glancing at sori, shaking his head in disbelief but smiling all the same. she reminded him so much of youâfull of life, cheeky, and impossible not to love.
once the cake was finally done, sunghoon stepped back to admire his work. it wasnât perfectâdefinitely a little lopsided, and the frosting was a bit thick where heâd tried to cover soriâs âcave,â but it would do.
âokay,â he said, turning to sori. âletâs go wake eomma.â
he picked her up, her small arms wrapping around his neck, and the two of them tiptoed quietly down the hallway toward your bedroom. the house was still, and as they entered the room, the soft sound of your breathing filled the space. sunghoon set sori gently on the bed, and she immediately crawled over to your side, her little hands patting your arm.
âeomma,â she whispered, her voice full of excitement. âwake up!â
you stirred, slowly opening your eyes to the sight of soriâs bright, smiling face. her cheeks were flushed with excitement, and her hands were still slightly sticky. then, you noticed sunghoon standing at the doorway with a soft smile, holding a cakeâyour birthday cake.
âhappy birthday,â he said, his voice low and warm.
you sat up, blinking the sleep from your eyes, a smile spreading across your face. sori wasted no time climbing into your lap, her little hands on your cheeks, pressing sloppy kisses to your face.
âappa and i made a cake!â she announced proudly. âbut i ate some.â
sunghoonâs quiet laugh filled the room, and he walked over, placing the cake on the bedside table. âyeah, she left her mark on it,â he said, his eyes crinkling in amusement.
you glanced at the cake, noticing the slightly uneven surface, and couldnât help but laugh. it wasnât perfect, but it was the most perfect thing you couldâve asked for.
âthank you,â you whispered, pulling sori close to kiss her forehead, then reaching for sunghoon, who leaned down to kiss you gently on the lips.
âletâs eat before sori finishes the rest of it,â sunghoon joked, sitting down beside you.
the three of you shared slices of the slightly lopsided cake, laughter filling the room as sunghoon recounted the morningâs adventure in the kitchen.
it didnât matter that the cake wasnât perfect. in this moment, with sunghoon and sori by your side, it was everything.

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