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── ❝ ꒰ 𝑂𝑁𝐿𝑌 𝐵𝑂𝑈𝐺𝐻𝑇 𝑇𝐻𝐼𝑆 𝐷𝑅𝐸𝑆𝑆 𝑆𝑂 𝑌𝑂𝑈 𝐶𝑂𝑈𝐿𝐷 𝑇𝐴𝐾𝐸 𝐼𝑇 𝑂𝐹𝐹 .ᐟㅤ ៸៸ ﹙ 심재윤 ﹚ ᶻ𐰁
GENRE ៸៸ suggestive ៸ b2l ៸ oneshot ﹔ SYPNOSIS┆in which you and jake can’t ignore your feelings for each other anymore.ᐟㅤ ꒰ WORD COUNT﹕1559 ꒱── 𝓦ARNING(S) not proofread ៸ very suggestive!! ៸ skinship ៸ . ݁ ✦ ݁ . ⊱ LIBRARY . . . ﹕LUNA 💭 —ngl this was so freaky of me im sorry!!(✿ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈) ݁𖥔 ݁˖
YOU NEVER THOUGHT THINGS WITH JAKE SIM COULD BE ANYTHING MORE THAN A FRIENDSHIP.
well, maybe you did—maybe you've thought about it more than you’d care to admit.
but for so long, you've kept those feelings locked away, buried under the bond of being "best friends."
you've known jake for years, seen him at his best and his worst.
you've laughed until you cried at his terrible jokes, stayed up late watching movies, even fallen asleep on his shoulder more times than you can count.
for the longest time, you convinced yourself that what you felt for jake was the kind of love you reserved for a friend—a really good friend, but nothing more.
lately, though, it's been different.
it's not just the little glances he gives you when he thinks you aren't paying attention, or the way his hand seems to linger on your lower back when he hugs you goodbye. ── 𝘔𝘖𝘙𝘌 𝘜𝘕𝘋𝘌𝘙 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘊𝘜𝘛 .ᐟㅤ
no, it's the way your heart speeds up when he's near, the way your pulse races when his voice drops low, just for you.
the way your breath catches when his eyes flicker to your lips during a conversation, even if he doesn't kiss you.
the lines have blurred—lines you swore to yourself wouldn't cross, and tonight, they feel like they're disappearing altogether.
you're at one of jake's usual parties, something casual with a few friends, but you can hardly focus on the conversations going on around you.
the music blasts softly in the background, and you're very aware of the dress you chose for the evening.
it's unlike anything you'd normally wear in front of him-delicate, fitted in all the right places, with the perfect amount of skin that makes you feel bold.
it's a quiet statement, one you're hoping he'll notice.
and oh, he's noticed.
from the moment you walked through the door, his eyes had been on you—an intensity behind them that you haven't seen before.
every time you catch him looking, your heart flutters, and you wonder if tonight will finally be the night when everything changes.
when the night winds down, and everyone else says their goodbyes, it's just you and jake left.
the silence in his apartment feels heavy, filled with the weight of unspoken words.
you sit on the couch, trying to play it cool, but you can't help the way your mind is racing, wondering if he's feeling what you're feeling right now.
jake stands in the doorway of the kitchen, watching you, and for a moment, neither of you says anything.
the tension is thick, you could probably cut it with a knife.
"you're quiet tonight," jake finally says, his voice softer than usual, his eyes still on you in a way that makes your skin tingle.
you shrug, trying to act casual even though you're anything but. "just... thinking."
"about what?" he asks, walking over to the couch and sitting down beside you.
not just beside you—closer than usual, his knee brushes against yours, and the contact sends a jolt of electricity through you.
you swallow, trying to keep your composure.
but the air feels too thick, too charged. "you..me, us."
jake's brow furrows slightly, his eyes searching your face for answers. "what about us?"
you take a deep breath, knowing you're standing on the edge of something that could either change everything or break it.
"do you ever think about... crossing that line? the one we've been avoiding for a while?"
his gaze sharpens at your words, and for a moment, he says nothing, his silence speaking volumes.
his hand comes up to rest on the back of the couch behind you, fingers lightly grazing your shoulder.
it's such a simple gesture, but the touch feels loaded, like he's testing the waters, seeing how far he can go.
"every day," jake admits quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. "i think about it all the time.”
your heart skips a beat at his confession, and suddenly, it's like the doors have finally opened.
the tension that's been simmering between you for months rushes to the surface, impossible to ignore anymore.
"i don't want to keep pretending," he continues, his eyes locked on yours now, filled with an intensity that makes your stomach twist in anticipation.
"i don't want you like a best friend."
his words hit you like a wave, and you can't breathe, can't think.
it's what you've been wanting to hear, but now that it's out in the open, it feels all too big to grasp all at once.
"i... i don't either," you manage to whisper, your voice shaky and nervous. "i haven't for a long time."
the confession hangs in the air between you, heavy and real.
jake's fingers move to your chin, gently lifting your face so you're forced to meet his gaze.
there's something vulnerable in his eyes, like he's laying all his cards on the table, waiting for you to do the same.
"you drive me crazy, you know that?" his thumb brushes softly over your cheek, the touch sending sparks down your spine.
"every time i'm with you, i have to stop myself from... from doing this."
before you can ask what he means, jake leans in, his lips hovering inches from yours.
the anticipation makes your head spin, your heart pounding in your chest as you wait for him to close the distance.
and when he does, it feels like the world stops.
his lips are soft, hesitant at first, as if he's giving you the chance to pull away.
but you don't—instead, you lean into him, your hands finding their way to his chest, clutching the fabric of his shirt as if to steady yourself.
the kiss deepens, slow and consuming, like both of you are finally letting go of everything you’ve been holding back.
jake's hand moves to your waist, pulling you closer until you're practically sitting in his lap.
his fingers trace patterns on your skin, burning through the fabric of your dress, and all you can think about is how much you've wanted this-how long you've been waiting for him.
when you finally pull apart, breathless and flushed, jake rests his forehead against yours, his breathing ragged.
there's a look in his eyes that you've never seen before, something raw and filled with want.
"you're all i think about," he murmurs, his voice raspy. "every time i'm with you, it's like i forget how to pretend."
your heart races as you take in his words, and you know there's no going back now.
the truth is out there, hanging between you, and you're both too far gone to stop.
"i bought this dress for you, you know," you say softly, your voice trembling with anticipation as you run your hands down his chest. "i didn't buy it for no reason."
jake's brow furrows slightly in confusion, but the way his eyes darken with understanding makes your breath hitch.
"what do you mean?" he asks, though you can tell he's starting to piece it together.
your fingers curl into the fabric of his shirt as you pull him closer, your lips brushing against his ear as you whisper,
"i only bought this dress so you could take it off."
jake's breath hitches, and for a moment, everything feels suspended in the tension between you.
his hand tightens on your waist, and when he pulls back to look at you, there's a fire in his eyes that makes your skin tingle with excitement.
"you're killing me," he mutters, but there's a teasing grin on his face as his fingers trail down your arm, grazing the edge of the dress.
you smile, leaning in to press a kiss to his jaw, your lips lingering on his skin as you whisper, "then do something about it."
jake doesn't need to be told twice.
in one swift motion, he lifts you onto his lap, his hands gripping your waist as his lips crash into yours again.
the kiss is different this time-deeper, more desperate, like he's making up for all the time you've both spent pretending.
his hands move to the zipper of your dress, fingers fumbling slightly as he pulls it down, the sound loud in the quiet of the room.
your heart pounds in your chest as his hands roam your body, every touch igniting a fire in your veins.
the dress slips off your shoulders, and jake pulls back for a moment to look at you, his eyes dark with desire.
"you're beautiful," he murmurs, his voice low and filled with awe.
you feel a blush rise to your cheeks, but you don't have time to be self-conscious.
jake's lips are back on yours, his hands sliding up your bare back as he pulls you closer, your bodies pressed together in a way that makes you forget everything else.
it's been building to this for so long-the stolen glances, the lingering touches, the unspoken words.
now, it's all out in the open, and neither of you are holding back anymore.
as you fall back against the couch, jake hovering over you, his eyes filled with nothing but want and love, you realize that this was always where you were meant to end up—with him.
and tonight, everything that's been unsaid will finally be spoken.
© won4kiss 2024
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── ❝ ꒰ 𝑂𝑃𝑃𝑂𝑆𝐼𝑇𝐸𝑆’ 𝒜𝑇𝑇𝑅𝐴𝐶𝑇 .ᐟㅤ ៸៸﹙ 최범규 ﹚ ᶻ𐰁
GENRE ៸៸ established relationship ៸ emo gyu ៸ oneshot ﹔ SYPNOSIS┆in which you and your boyfriend are complete opposites, and you start feeling insecure about your differences .ᐟㅤ ꒰ WORD COUNT﹕1484 ꒱── 𝓦ARNING(S) not proofread ៸ kissing ៸ pet names ៸ mean girls ៸ . ݁ ✦ ݁ . ⊱ LIBRARY . . . ﹕LUNA 💭 —play pierce the veil pls!! T-T ݁𖥔 ݁˖
YOUR BOYFRIEND BEOMGYU LOOKED EXACTLY HOW YOU WOULD IMAGINE A TYPICAL “EMO” TO LOOK LIKE.
tattoos covering majority of his arms, and some ink peeking out from under his shirt collar.
his piercings gleamed under the mornings sun, and he wore dark clothes that always matched his black hair perfectly.
he was almost always wearing something that showed off his tattoos—a tank top, a loose tee, or even an unbuttoned shirt.
but the most alluring part of him to you were his eyes—they were so warm whenever they landed on you, the intimidating persona fading in a heartbeat as he smiled that soft smile, one that was just for you.
beomgyu was your opposite in almost every way.
he loved rock music, his playlists filled with grunge bands and electrics guitars and drums, the kind of music you wouldn’t normally go near.
you were more of a bright pop kind of person—colourful tops, rhinestoned miniskirts, butterfly clips decorating your hair and gentle smiles. ─── 𝘔𝘖𝘙𝘌 𝘜𝘕𝘋𝘌𝘙 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘊𝘜𝘛 .ᐟㅤ
where he wore black leather, you wore soft knitted cardigans—but despite all of that, he was yours, and you were his.
and anyone who saw the two of you together could see that somehow, it just worked.
it was clear in the way beomgyu would put his arm around you protectively whenever you walked through crowds, his demeanor always softening as he listened to you talk about your day.
he was endlessly affectionate with you—always giving you his softest glances, his most genuine laughter, and his sweetest words.
one day, beomgyu had asked if you wanted to come to a party his friends were hosting.
you’d met a couple of his friends briefly before, but never the whole group—he reassured you that everyone was nice, and that they’d love you.
you trusted him, so after some hesitation, you had finally agreed.
the party was everything you imagined it would be—a dark, gloomy space filled with music that pounded heavily in your chest.
everyone there seemed to dress like beomgyu—black outfits, chains, piercings, heavy makeup.
you walked in with your pastel yellow miniskirt and bright coloured tank-top, and you instantly felt a little out of place.
but beomgyu didn’t let go of your hand for a second, his thumb rubbing gentle circles on your skin to reassure you as if he heard your thoughts.
“see, it’s not so bad, right?” beomgyu said, his lips brushing against your ear so you could hear him over the music.
you nodded, giving him a small smile. “yeah, it’s not too bad.”
his eyes softened, and he leaned down to press a kiss to your forehead. “i’m really happy you came,” he said, his voice full of warmth.
you could tell beomgyu was in his element here—he chatted easily with his friends, his demeanor relaxed.
you met some of his friends, and true to his word, they were all welcoming and kind.
they asked you questions, smiled at your answers, and made you feel included despite how different you looked from them.
beomgyu left your side for a moment to grab something from another room, and you decided to make your way over to the drinks table.
as you poured yourself a cup, you couldn’t help but feel the weight of your surroundings pressing down on you.
you felt like you stuck out too much, like everyone else belonged and you were just the odd one out.
and then you heard it.
“honestly, i think beomgyu’s just going through a phase. i mean, look at her. it’s so obvious they’re not gonna last,” a girl’s voice said, her words dripping with condescension. “he’ll get tired of her eventually.” the girl’s friend added.
your hand froze mid-pour, your heart dropping into your stomach.
you didn’t turn around, but you could hear them giggling quietly, the words cutting deeper than you wanted to admit.
you bit your lip, trying to ignore it, but it was impossible to shake the feeling that they might be right—maybe beomgyu would realize you weren’t really what he wanted, maybe this was just a phase for him.
you quickly finished pouring your drink and made your way back to beomgyu, painting on a smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes.
when he returned, he was excited, chatting happily about some funny thing one of his friends had said.
you nodded along, but you felt distant, the insecurity gnawing at your insides.
the car ride home was quiet, beomgyu occasionally glancing over at you, concern slowly growing in his eyes.
you were usually the one who filled the silence with stories or questions, but tonight, you were just staring out the window, lost in your web of thoughts.
beomgyu finally pulled up in front of your place, putting the car in park and turning to you.
“hey, what’s wrong?” he asked softly, his brows knitting together.
he reached out, his fingers brushing against yours. “you’ve been quiet since we left the party.”
you shook your head in denial, giving him a weak smile. “it’s nothing, really.”
but beomgyu wasn’t convinced—he unbuckled his seatbelt and turned his body toward you, his hand cupping your cheek, his thumb brushing over your skin.
“come on princess, you know you can tell me anything,” he said, his voice gentle, his eyes searching yours. “what’s going on?”
you hesitated for a moment before finally letting out a sigh. “it’s just… i overheard someone at the party,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.
“they said that… that you were probably just going through a phase. that you’d get tired of me eventually.”
beomgyu’s eyes widened in shock, his hand freezing on your cheek.
he blinked at you, and for a moment, he looked almost hurt—hurt that you would even think that.
“you really think that?” he asked, his voice soft, a whisper. “you really think i’d just… get tired of you?”
you looked down, your fingers fiddling with the hem of your skirt.
“i don’t know. i mean… look at me, gyu. i’m nothing like your friends. i don’t fit in with them. i don’t fit in with your world.”
beomgyu let out a small sigh, his other hand reaching out to take yours, his fingers intertwining with yours.
“y/n, look at me,” he said gently, you hesitated before finally lifting your eyes to meet his.
he gave you the softest smile, his eyes filled with so much love that it made your heart ache.
“you’re not just some phase to me,” he said, his voice steady, filled with sincerity.
“you’re it for me. i don’t care that you’re different from my friends. i don’t want you to be like them. i love you because you’re you. you make me happy in a way no one else ever could.”
you felt your eyes welling up with tears, and beomgyu immediately leaned in, pressing his lips to yours in a soft, gentle kiss.
his thumb brushed away a stray tear that escaped down your cheek, and he pulled back just enough to rest his forehead against yours.
“please don’t doubt how much i love you,” he whispered, his voice cracking just a little.
“you’re everything to me. i don’t want anyone else. i only want you.”
you let out a shaky breath, your hands moving to rest on his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart.
“i’m sorry,” you whispered. “i just… i got scared.”
beomgyu shook his head, his eyes softening even more. “you never have to be scared, okay? i’m not going anywhere.”
he gave you a small, teasing smile, his nose brushing against yours. “you’re stuck with me, whether you like it or not.”
you let out a small laugh, and beomgyu’s smile widened, his eyes crinkling at the corners.
he leaned in again, kissing you softly, his hands cradling your face like you were the most precious thing in the world.
when he finally pulled away, he looked at you with so much love that it took your breath away.
“i love you, y/n. more than anything,” he said, his voice steady, his eyes never leaving yours.
you smiled, your heart swelling with warmth. “i love you too, gyu,” you whispered, your voice full of warmth.
he grinned, his eyes lighting up with that playful glint you loved so much.
“good. now, let’s get you inside, okay? and maybe tomorrow we can have a day just for us. no parties, no friends—just you and me.”
you nodded, your smile widening. “i’d like that.”
beomgyu leaned in, pressing one last kiss to your forehead before finally pulling away, his fingers lacing with yours as he helped you out of the car.
and as you walked toward your door, his hand holding yours tightly, you knew that no matter what anyone else said, no matter how different you were, beomgyu was yours—and that was all that mattered.
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LUNAAA I MISS YOUUUU😣
ps: can we have a moot duoo??
HII NANA IMY TOO CUTIE!!! 🫶🫶 and ofc we can!!! what groups do u stan!!!
── ❝ ꒰ 𝑆𝐸𝐶𝑅𝐸𝑇 𝐸𝘟𝑃𝘖𝑆𝘌𝐷 .ᐟㅤ ៸៸﹙ 박성훈 ﹚ ᶻ𐰁
GENRE ៸៸ established relationship ៸ streamer au ៸ oneshot ﹔ SYPNOSIS┆in which you and sunghoon accidentally expose your relationship on stream .ᐟㅤ ꒰ WORD COUNT﹕1467 ꒱── 𝓦ARNING(S) not proofread ៸ kissing ៸ pet names ៸ . ݁ ✦ ݁ . ⊱ LIBRARY . . . ﹕LUNA 💭 —sigh i love him guys ૮(˶╥︿╥)ა ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖
THE SOUND OF SUNGHOON’S LAUGHTER FILLED YOUR EARS AS YOU STOOD JUST OUTSIDE HIS ROOM.
it was late in the afternoon, and sunghoon was in the middle of his usual stream, his loud voice echoing through the slightly opened door.
you peeked in and saw him sitting comfortably in his gaming chair, headphones snug over his ears, his eyes focused intently on the screen.
he was mid-game, his brows furrowed in concentration, the corner of his mouth lifted in that slightly mischievous grin he often wore when he was feeling competitive.
you couldn’t help but smile, warmth blooming in your chest—there was something so endearing about the way he interacted with his audience. ─── 𝘔𝘖𝘙𝘌 𝘜𝘕𝘋𝘌𝘙 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘊𝘜𝘛 .ᐟㅤ
his voice switching from playful banter to serious commentary, his expressions fluctuating with each moment of the game.
it was evident that sunghoon genuinely enjoyed his time streaming, sharing parts of his world and joy with the people who supported him.
you leaned against the doorframe, watching for a few moments.
you weren’t sure if he’d noticed you—after all, he was in the middle of an intense match.
but just then, his eyes flicked to the side, catching sight of you.
his entire face lit up, his eyes softening immediately—his lips curved into a smile meant just for you, and you knew you were the only person in his world at that moment.
he subtly gestured for you to come in, his fingers making a small “v” shape that usually indicated he’d muted his mic and turned off his camera.
hesitantly, you pushed the door open and stepped inside, trying to keep quiet so as not to interrupt his stream.
when you reached his chair, he leaned back slightly, his gaze never leaving yours as he moved one arm away from his keyboard to gently rest it around your waist.
“hey,” he mouthed, his voice so low that only you could hear it.
his eyes were warm, a tender, lovesick smile tugging at his lips.
without hesitating, sunghoon gave your waist a light tug, pulling you onto his lap.
you tried not to laugh as you comfortably settled onto his thighs, your hands automatically going to rest on his shoulders.
he was so affectionate whenever you were close like this, and you loved the way his presence seemed to wrap around you.
“did you finish your errands?” he asked, his lips brushing against your ear as he leaned closer, his breath sending shivers down your spine.
his voice was gentle, just for you—completely different from the hyper tone he used with his viewers.
“yeah, i got everything done,” you whispered back, running a hand through his soft, dark hair.
he gave a contented sigh at the sensation, his eyes closing briefly, as if savoring the moment.
you couldn’t help but smile at how he relaxed under your touch, his body leaning slightly into yours.
“i missed you..” he said with a smile as you melted more into his embrace at the warm words.
for a moment, you simply looked at each other, and you could feel the intensity of his gaze.
his eyes were full of adoration, the kind of gaze that made your heart swell with love.
he leaned in, closing the distance between you, his lips finding yours in a soft, slow kiss.
you melted into him, your fingers brushing through his hair as you deepened the kiss just slightly.
his arms wrapped around you, one hand resting on your back, holding you securely in place.
you pulled away slowly, brushing your nose against his, your forehead resting gently against his.
he looked at you with nothing but tenderness, and you gave him a shy smile, feeling your cheeks warm under his gaze.
suddenly, you heard a burst of noises—the familiar ping of alerts, notifications going wild on his computer screen.
you turned your head, your brows furrowing slightly.
it was odd, given that sunghoon was usually pretty focused during these moments, but something was definitely different.
the chat was going crazy—lines and lines of comments flying by in a blur, filled with emojis and excited messages.
you squinted, leaning closer to the monitor as you tried to make out what they were saying.
“omg is that his gf???”
“sunghoon forgot to mute lmaooo.”
“they’re kissing on camera?? i’m screaming.”
“i knew it!!! i knew it!!!”
your eyes widened, and you turned to look at sunghoon nervously.
he was staring at the chat with a mix of shock and horror, his eyes practically bulging out of his head.
“oh no…” he muttered under his breath, panic evident in his voice.
his face turned bright red, and his gaze darted between you and the monitor screen as if trying to process what had just happened.
“i—i thought i muted the mic and turned off the camera…” he stammered, his fingers fumbling over the keyboard and mouse.
he quickly clicked through the settings, ending the stream with a rushed, “okay, uh, bye guys, see you next time!” his voice wavered, and his cheeks were flushed red in embarrassment.
finally, the screen went black, and silence filled the room—you blinked at him, trying to keep a straight face, but a giggle escaped your lips, and before you knew it, you were laughing.
you covered your mouth with your hand, but it was no use—you were laughing too hard.
sunghoon groaned, burying his face in your shoulder to hide his flushed cheeks.
“stop laughing,” he mumbled, his voice muffled against your shirt.
you could feel the warmth radiating off his skin, his embarrassment making you laugh even harder.
“i—i’m sorry!” you managed between giggles, your hand moving to his hair, fingers threading through the soft strands.
“it’s just… the way you panicked… it was so cute and adorable, hoon.”
he lifted his head just enough to glare at you, though his expression softened almost immediately, his lips twitching in a reluctant smile.
“i can’t believe they actually saw that,” he muttered, shaking his head.
“hey, it’s okay,” you said softly, cupping his face with both hands, your thumbs brushing over his flushed cheeks.
“really, i don’t mind. i think it’s kind of sweet.”
his eyes searched yours, a hint of uncertainty in them. “you really don’t mind?” he asked quietly, his voice almost vulnerable.
you shook your head, smiling at him as you cupped his face in your hands.
“not at all, hoon. i think it’s nice that they got to see how much i love you,” you said, your voice sincere.
his expression softened even more, his eyes filled with love as he gazed at you.
“you’re amazing, you know that?” he whispered, leaning in to press a soft kiss to your forehead.
he lingered there for a moment, his lips warm against your skin, and you closed your eyes, letting the moment sink in.
eventually, he pulled away, resting his forehead against yours.
he was still blushing, but the embarrassment had faded, replaced by something softer, something tender.
“so,” you began, a playful and teasing smile tugging at your lips.
“are we going to make this official next time?”
he blinked, his eyes widening in surprise. “you mean… like do a stream together?” he asked, his voice laced with excitement and a hint of nervousness.
you nodded, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to his lips.
“yeah. i think it could be fun. besides, it’s not like we can hide it anymore, right?” you teased, your smile growing.
sunghoon laughed, the sound soft and full of warmth—he wrapped his arms around you, holding you close as he looked at you with so much love that it made your heart swell.
“yeah, i guess you’re right,” he said, his voice affectionate. “i’d love to do a stream with you. but just know, they’re probably going to tease me the entire time.”
you grinned, brushing your nose against his. “that’s okay. i’ll just have to protect you from the teasing.”
he chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “i’m holding you to that,” he said, his tone playful.
you leaned in, pressing your lips to his once more, this time slow and sweet.
he kissed you back, his hands moving to rest on your hips, his thumbs brushing over your sides gently.
when you pulled away, you gave him a soft smile, your heart never felt more full.
“i love you, sunghoon,” you whispered, your voice filled with sincerity.
he looked at you, his gaze tender, and he smiled, his eyes twinkling. “i love you too. so much.”
and in that moment, with sunghoon’s arms wrapped around you, his eyes filled with nothing but love, you knew that whatever would happen—whether it was facing the teasing from fans, or doing a stream together—you’d do it together.
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respectfully if ur going into a writers inbox on anon hating just because “nobody knows who u are” ur actually pathetic ☠️☠️ go outside and touch some grass bc literally nobody gives a fuck and it’s embarrassing like.. at least turn off the anon LOL
lunbabe im gonna bite you... i miss you sm !
BUNNYYYY (੭ ˊ^ˋ)੭ ♡ i miss u sm aswell!! schools been making me super inactive T-T
── ❝ ꒰ 𝐼𝑇’𝒮 𝑆𝑂 𝒮𝑊𝐸𝐸𝑇 ៸ 𝐾𝑁𝒪𝑊𝐼𝑁𝒢 𝑇𝐻𝒜𝑇 𝒴𝒪𝒰 𝐿𝑂𝑉𝐸 𝑀𝐸 .ᐟㅤ ៸៸﹙ 박성훈 ﹚ ᶻ𐰁
GENRE ៸៸ established relationship ៸ oneshot ﹔ SYPNOSIS┆in which your cold boyfriend suddenly acts clingy and affectionate in the morning .ᐟㅤ ꒰ WORD COUNT﹕1083 ꒱── 𝓦ARNING(S) not proofread ៸ cutie hoon ៸ pet names ៸ . ݁ ✦ ݁ . ⊱ LIBRARY . . . ﹕LUNA 💭 — it’s been a while!! i missed being on here sm im cryinggg schools been so tough ૮(˶╥︿╥)ა ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖
YOU WOKE UP TO A WARMTH YOU’RE NOT USED TO FEELING SO EARLY IN THE MORNING.
it’s comforting but so unfamiliar—as your eyes slowly flutter open, you realize that someone’s arms are wrapped securely around you, holding you close and coddling you as if you were a giant plushie.
the room is still dimly lit, the curtains drawn, but the soft sunrise of the early morning light seeps through, just enough for you to see the messy hair and familiar features of your boyfriend—park sunghoon.
sunghoon isn’t usually like this—he’s not the type to show his affection so openly.
he’s reserved, sometimes distant, always keeping his emotions carefully guarded behind his cold and icy demeanor.
so waking up like this, feeling his body pressed so intimately against yours, his face nuzzled into the crook of your neck, sends a rush of warmth and butterflies through you.
it’s as if he’s silently begging you not to move, as if he’s afraid you might slip away.
you tried shifting just a little, testing to see if you can turn over and look at him properly, but his grip only tightened in response, almost instinctively. ─── 𝘔𝘖𝘙𝘌 𝘜𝘕𝘋𝘌𝘙 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘊𝘜𝘛 .ᐟㅤ
his arms are firm around you, his breath steady and soft against your skin, and you can’t help but smile, even though you’re still a little—very confused.
“hoon?” you whisper, voice soft and gentle, not wanting to break the warmth of the moment.
you tilted your head with a pout to try and get a glimpse of his face, and you can see his eyes are still closed, his brows no longer furrowed in that typical stern way of his.
instead, he looks peaceful, maybe even vulnerable.
he doesn’t say anything at first, he just lets out a small sigh as his eyes blink open, the usual sharpness softened by exhaustion.
he looks at you for a moment, his gaze lingering on your delicate features, and it almost takes your breath away how different he seems—how unguarded.
“is everything okay, hoon?” you ask, your voice barely above a whisper, your eyes searching his, it’s unlike him to be this close, to be this... needy.
he doesn’t answer immediately, and for a second, you think he might just close his eyes again, retreat back into the comfort of silence and sleep.
but instead, he shifts a little, burying his face deeper into your neck, his lips brushing against your skin as he speaks, his voice shy and quiet.
“i just... i don’t say it enough,” he murmurs, his words barely audible to your ears.
“i don’t say it at all, actually. but i love you.”
his confession is soft, almost hesitant, like he’s afraid of how you’ll react. it catches you off guard, and for a moment, you forget how to breathe.
sunghoon, who rarely lets his emotions show, is telling you he loves you—it’s as if all those guarded looks and hesitant touches have finally found their voice, their body.
you feel his arms tighten slightly, his heart beating steadily against your back, and it makes your own heart explode with warmth.
letting out a soft a breath, your lips transforming into a gentle smile.
you turn your body just enough to face him, bringing your hand up to cup his cheek.
his eyes are half-lidded, watching you, nervousness radiating off of him.
you can tell that it took a lot for him to say those words—he’s always shown his love through actions rather than declarations.
“sunghoon...” you whisper, your thumb brushing gently along his cheekbone.
“you don’t have to say it for me to know, you know that?”
his gaze drops onto the covers for a second, as if he was unsure, but you lift his chin slightly, making him meet your eyes.
“you’ve always shown me you love me,” you continue, your voice filled with warmth.
“the way you remember the smallest things about me—like how you always make sure my favorite snack is stocked or how you know just when i need some space and when i need you close, or when i’ve had a horrible day and you rent my favourite movies on overpriced subscriptions.”
you see his expression soften, his eyes holding a glimmer of something more tender, and it makes your heart swell even more—if possible.
you lean in, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead. “i love you too, hoon,” you whisper against his skin.
“i always have and will. your actions have always told me everything i needed to know.”
he stays silent for a moment, and you feel him relax against you, his forehead resting against yours.
there’s a hint of a grin tugging at his lips, his eyes closing as if he’s savoring your words, your presence.
his arms pull you even closer, if that’s even possible, and you feel his breath against your skin, warm and steady.
“you’re too good to me, pretty..” he mumbles, his voice muffled slightly by your proximity.
“i know i’m not the best at showing it... but i’ll keep trying. for you.”
your heart flutters at his words, and you shake your head slightly, smiling.
“you’re perfect just the way you are,” you say softly, wrapping your arms around his neck.
“i don’t need grand gestures. just you, like this, is always going to be enough.”
he looks at you, his eyes holding a softness that’s usually hidden behind his icy expression.
his lips stretch into a small, shy smile, and he leans in, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips.
it’s sweet and soft, filled with all the words he hasn’t said, and it makes your heart flutter in your chest.
when he pulls back, he rests his forehead against yours again, his eyes closing as he lets out a content sigh.
“i love you,” he repeats, the words sounding more confident this time, as if he’s finally allowing himself to believe in them.
“i love you too,” you reply, your fingers threading through his hair, holding him close.
you both fall into a comfortable silence, the morning sun slowly brightening the room, but neither of you wanted to make any move to let go.
for once, sunghoon isn’t afraid to show how much he cares, and you can feel it in every gentle touch, every soft breath.
it’s a side of him you’ve always known was there, hidden beneath his coldness, and now, wrapped up in his arms, you feel like the luckiest person in the world to witness it.
© won4kiss 2024
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LUNAAAA i miss being in ur inbox☹️ BTW DID U SEE THE PICTURES OF ANTON OMG
HI NANA I MISSED U!!! and omg ik exactly what picture ur talking about IM WEAKKKKK AUAUSUHAHZH🙏🙏
jaehyuns enlisting in the military no one talk to me im not okay.
HIII LUNAAA HRUUU ^0^
HII SAVVV <33 IM DOING OKAY RN JUST STRESSED ABT SCHOOL CURRENTLY TᴖT HRUU☹️⁉️ also sorry if i already said this but ur theme ATE DOWN once again, it’s so adorable im sobbing😿💕
^^ jungwon heart 4 u bc we’re jungwon girls 🫶🫶
why is sohee so jb coded it’s adorable.
── ❝ ꒰ 𝐿𝑂𝑉𝐸 𝐿𝐸𝑇𝑇𝐸𝑅𝑆 .ᐟㅤ ៸៸﹙ 이찬영 ﹚ ᶻ𐰁
GENRE ៸៸ ex bestfriends ៸ oneshot ﹔ SYPNOSIS┆in which you have been receiving anonymous love letters from a secret somebody .ᐟㅤ ꒰ WORD COUNT﹕1918 ꒱── 𝓦ARNING(S) not proofread ៸ stupid anton ៸ teeny tiny angst ៸ cursing ៸ . ݁ ✦ ݁ . ⊱ LIBRARY . . . ﹕LUNA 💭 — anton is my bf (╥﹏╥) ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖
IT’S BEEN FIVE LONG MONTHS SINCE YOUR BEST FRIEND, LEE ANTON CUT YOU OFF.
you still vividly remember the day it happened, replaying it in your mind like an unskippable track.
one day, you were best friends, inseparable through years of shared laughs, secrets, and memories, and the next… he was gone.
no explanation, no warning— just a sudden wall of silence between you that felt as cold and impenetrable as ice.
it stung, the confusion settling in the pit of your stomach like a weight you couldn’t shake off.
the worst part? anton didn’t even look at you anymore—the boy who used to know all your thoughts before you’d even say them, the one you’d spent countless nights laughing with, was suddenly avoiding your existence.
five months of awkward hallway glances, of pretending like you didn’t notice the way he kept his distance, of telling yourself you were fine even though you weren’t.
you tried to move on. tried to focus on school, friends, anything that would take your mind off the gaping hole anton had left behind.
but it was harder than you’d imagined, especially because no one understood what had happened. ─── 𝘔𝘖𝘙𝘌 𝘜𝘕𝘋𝘌𝘙 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘊𝘜𝘛 .ᐟㅤ
not even your closest friends could figure out why anton had ghosted you without so much as a word.
today, though, was different. it was valentine’s day, and the entire school was basically buzzing with excitement.
everywhere you looked, there were students exchanging gifts, blushing as they handed out heart-shaped cards, or walking around with bouquets of flowers.
it was all so annoyingly and sickingly sweet.
and yet, you couldn’t help but be at the center of some of that excitement.
for the past week, you’d been finding love letters and flowers in your locker.
at first, you thought it was some kind of cruel prank from your classmates, but the letters were so thoughtful, so genuine, that they couldn’t be anything but real.
each note was more romantic than the last, speaking about your smile, the way you laughed, how you made everything brighter just by being yourself.
despite the anonymity of it all, the letters made your heart race every time you opened your locker.
the idea that someone had been watching you, admiring you from afar, stirred a confusing mixture of nervousness and anticipation inside you.
you found yourself wondering who it could be, secretly hoping it was someone you liked, someone who could make the fluttering in your chest a reality.
your friends were absolutely living for it, constantly guessing who your secret admirer could be.
“maybe it’s jisung,” one of your friends had suggested. “he’s been looking at you a lot in class lately.”
“or what about yeonjun?” another friend chimed in. “he’s always finding excuses to talk to you.”
you had no idea who it was, but their excitement was contagious, part of you was curious too, and today, the mystery had deepened.
when you reached your locker that morning, there was a note waiting for you again, but this time it was different.
instead of a long confession of admiration, it was short and to the point.
💌﹕meet me on the rooftop after school today, i want to finally tell you everything.
your heart skipped a beat, this was it—whoever had been sending the letters wanted to finally reveal themselves.
you stared at the note, reading it over again to make sure you weren’t imagining things.
a surge of nerves bubbled up inside you—what if it wasn’t someone you were expecting? what if this turned out to be awkward or disappointing?
but even as doubt crept in, you couldn’t deny the curiosity burning inside you.
during lunch, you told your friends about the note, showing them the message.
“i think i’m going to go,” you said, feeling more anxious by the minute.
your friends erupted into excited squeals, exchanging glances.
“oh my god, you have to! this is it, the big reveal!” one of them exclaimed, nudging you with a teasing grin.
amid the laughter and conversation, you noticed something out of the corner of your eye.
anton was sitting a few tables away, and though he was trying to look like he wasn’t paying attention, you could see the way his eyes flickered in your direction every few seconds, his expression tight.
for a moment, you wondered what he was thinking.
why did he care? but you quickly brushed it off—anton had no right to be part of this anymore, not after abandoning you without so much as a word of explanation.
when the last bell rang, you gathered your things and made your way towards the rooftop, your heart pounding in your chest.
every step felt heavy with the weight of anticipation, you didn’t know what you were walking into, but part of you was ready—ready for something new, something exciting.
just as you rounded the corner to the stairwell, a firm but gentle hand grabbed your wrist, pulling you back into a secluded hallway.
your eyes widened in surprise, your heart skipping a beat as you turned to see who had stopped you.
anton.
for the first time in five months, he was standing in front of you, his grip on your wrist gentle— his expression was tense, his eyes scanning your face with an intensity that made your pulse quicken.
“anton?” you whispered, still reeling from the shock. “what are you doing?”
“don’t go to the rooftop,” he said, his voice low and serious.
there was a strange urgency in his tone, as if he were on the verge of saying something incredibly important.
you frowned, confused and frustrated. “what? why not?”
he pulled you closer, his eyes dark and unreadable. “just… trust me. you shouldn’t go.”
you stared at him, your heart pounding even harder now, but for entirely different reasons.
“why do you care?” you demanded, yanking your wrist free from his grip.
“you haven’t spoken to me in months, anton. you haven’t cared about anything i’ve done for five months, and now you’re telling me not to go? who exactly do you think you are?”
he flinched at the bitterness in your voice, but his expression didn’t waver.
“it’s not about that—“
“then what is it about?” you crossed your arms, your frustration boiling over.
“why are you suddenly acting like this? what’s going on?”
anton’s jaw tightened, and for a moment, you thought he might not answer—his silence only frustrated you more.
why was he keeping secrets again? just like when he had cut you off without an explanation.
“please, just tell me,” you said softly, your voice tinged with a hint of hurt. “i don’t understand why you care now.”
finally, after what felt like an eternity, anton let out a deep breath and ran a hand through his hair, his eyes filled with a mix of frustration and something you couldn’t place.
“because,” he started, his voice low and tense, “the person who left that note isn’t who you think it is.”
you blinked, confusion washing over you.
“what do you mean? it’s not the person who’s been sending me the love letters?”
anton shook his head, his expression darkening. “no. someone else is pretending to be me.”
your heart dropped. “pretending to be you? what are you talking about?”
he clenched his fists at his sides, the tension radiating off him in waves.
“i’ve been leaving the love letters. i was the one who wrote all of them. but the note today? the one telling you to meet them on the rooftop? that wasn’t from me. i overheard some guys talking in class. some asshole—he was trying to take credit for my letters..”
you felt like the ground had just shifted beneath you—anton had been the one leaving the love letters? and now someone else was using that to trick you?
“why would they do that?” you asked, your voice small as the realization of what was happening began to sink in.
“i don’t know,” anton said, his voice full of frustration.
“but i couldn’t let you go up there. i didn’t want them to trick you or take credits of the letters i wrote for you... i know how much the letters meant to you.”
your heart softened slightly at his words, but there was still a burning question in the back of your mind.
“but why didn’t you just tell me it was you from the beginning? why all the secrecy, anton? why did you even cut me off in the first place?”
his face tensed at the question, and for a moment, you thought he might avoid answering again.
but then he sighed, his shoulders sagging as if the weight of everything he’d been holding back was finally catching up to him.
“because being around you hurt,” he admitted, his voice soft and raw.
“i was in love with you, and i didn’t know how to deal with it. every time we hung out, it felt like a reminder that i wasn’t good enough, that i’d never have a chance with you. so i cut you off because i thought it would help me move on, but it didn’t. it just made everything worse.”
you stared at him, your heart twisting at the vulnerability in his voice—all this time, the reason he’d disappeared from your life wasn’t because he hated you, but because he cared too much.
you hadn’t seen it before, but now, standing here in this cramped hallway with anton looking at you like he was afraid you might vanish, it all clicked into place.
“i can’t believe you kept this from me for so long,” you whispered, your voice soft but laced with a hint of teasing. “you’re such an idiot.”
before he could respond, you reached up and flicked his forehead lightly, a small smirk tugging at your lips.
“ow!” anton winced, rubbing his forehead. “what was that for?”
“for being an idiot,” you said, shaking your head. “you could’ve just told me.”
he opened his mouth to protest, but you silenced him with a kiss.
it was soft, gentle, and filled with all the words you hadn’t been able to say before.
when you finally pulled away, anton was staring at you, wide-eyed and speechless.
“you…like me?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, as if he couldn’t believe what had just happened.
you rolled your eyes, a smile playing on your lips. “no shit anton—obviously i do.”
for a moment, anton just stood there, looking at you with a mix of disbelief and a stupid grin.
then— a wide smile spread across his face, and without warning, he pulled you into another kiss, this one deeper and more certain.
when you finally broke apart, both of you were breathless, but the awkward tension that had once lingered between you was gone.
“so,” you said with a grin, “are you going to keep writing me love letters, or was that just a one-time thing?”
anton chuckled, his eyes sparkling with affection.
“i’ll keep writing them for you, every single day if that’s what you want.”
you laughed, leaning into his chest as you both stood there, the world outside of the janitor’s closet fading away.
everything had changed, but somehow, it felt like it had all fallen perfectly into place.
© won4kiss 2024
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hi new mootie ! your theme is so pretty >< and do you watch kimi ni todoke :o
omg hiii new moot!!! the way ur talking is crazyyyy… UR JULIE THEME IS SO CUTE AND PERFECT!!🫶🫶 ^^ and yesss i do watch kimi ni todoke hehe <33 (also i love ur works aaa!!!!)
mich check-in!! ୨୧
hi there, lu love! 🌙 ₊˚𖥔 i know it's been a bit since we've last spoke, and i wanted to say that i hope you've been well!! remember: i'm always here for you, no matter the situation! (whether to talk or provide advice/comfort) 💕 sending lots of love and wishing you a great rest of the week. you make my heart warm and i love you sooo much. 💌
hiii mimi omg:( u never fail to make me happy sigh ilysm!! same to you, im always here for u aswell!!<3 sending u sm love back HAVE AN AMAZING WEEKEND❗️🫶
1000 NOTES THANK U SM!!!🫶🫶
── ❝ ꒰ 𝒲𝐻𝐸𝑁 𝒴𝑂𝑈 𝒜𝐿𝑀𝑂𝑆𝑇 𝐵𝑅𝐸𝐴𝐾𝑈𝑃 𝐷𝑈𝑅𝐼𝑁𝐺 𝐴𝑁 𝒜𝑅𝐺𝑈𝑀𝐸𝑁𝑇 .ᐟㅤ ៸៸﹙ 엔하이픈 ﹚ ᶻ𐰁
GENRE ៸៸ angst ៸ hyung line ﹔ SYPNOSIS┆in which your relationship nearly comes to an end .ᐟㅤ ꒰ WORD COUNT﹕0.4k-1.0k per member ꒱── 𝓦ARNING(S) not edited ៸ arguing ៸ pet names ៸ swearing ៸ . ݁ ✦ ݁ . ⊱ LIBRARY . . . ﹕LUNA 💭— i’m gna cry schools so soon T-T 𖥔 ݁˖ 𝑟𝘦𝑞𝘶𝑒𝘴𝑡𝘦𝑑 ៸៸
୨୧ 이희승 ── 𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆
the anniversary dinner sat cold on the dining table, candles flickering sadly in the dim and darkened room.
you’d been waiting for hours at this point, checking the clock every few minutes, willing it to move slower or faster—you didn’t even know anymore.
the tightness in your chest had started as an uneasy flutter when heeseung missed the time you’d agreed on.
but you had faith in heeseung— you didn’t think he’d ever go as far as standing you up on your anniversary.
but now, as minutes stretched into hours, that flutter had grown into a gnawing ache of disappointment and helplessness.
when he finally walked through the door, his face was flushed with exhaustion, hair damp with sweat from what you knew had been another dance practice.
he didn’t look at you at first, too busy kicking off his shoes and tossing his bag onto the floor.
he didn’t notice the table you had set or the special effort you had put into the evening. ─── 𝘔𝘖𝘙𝘌 𝘜𝘕𝘋𝘌𝘙 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘊𝘜𝘛 .ᐟㅤ
you swallowed the lump in your throat, trying to simmer down the emotions threatening to overflow.
“heeseung,” you called out softly, your voice strained and breaking slightly as you held back tears.
and finally—he looked up, and you could see the weariness etched into every line of his face.
his tired eyes landed on the table and then on you, a flash of realization crossing his features as he understood what he had missed.
“oh… y/n, i’m so sorry,” he murmured, running a hand through his disheveled hair.
“i… completely forgot.”
that was the breaking point. you had tried to be patient, to understand his busy schedule and the demands on his time.
but tonight, on your anniversary, his absence felt like a harsh slap in the face.
the hurt bloomed in your chest, pushing past the barrier you’d built to contain it.
“heeseung.. i know you’re busy,” you said, your voice shaking with the effort to keep calm, “but i can’t keep pretending that i’m okay with being second to everything else in your life.”
his eyes widened at the gravity of your words, and he took a hesitant step toward you.
“y/n, come on, that’s not what i meant—”
“but it feels like it is, heeseung!” you interrupted, wiping a tear from your cheek.
“i’ve been here waiting, trying to be understanding, but it’s like you’re slipping away. it hurts, and i don’t know how much longer i can do this.”
the air between you grew thick with unspoken fears and frustrations, the tension like forcing the two of you to your breaking point.
you could see the guilt wash over heeseung’s face as he processed the impact of his actions—or rather, his absence.
he reached for you, his hands gentle but desperate as they grasped yours.
“please don’t say that,” he whispered, his voice raw with emotions.
“i know, baby— i know i’ve been a mess lately, and i let you down, but i love you. i love you more than anything, y/n, and i can’t lose you.”
you could feel the sincerity in his words, the way his hands trembled slightly as they held yours.
heeseung had always been the calm, composed one, but now, you could see the vulnerability in his eyes—the fear of losing you. it made your heart ache even more.
“i’m so sorry,” he said, his voice cracking. “i never wanted to make you feel like you weren’t important. i’ve just been so caught up in everything, and i didn’t realize how much i was hurting you.”
tears welled in your eyes again, but this time they were from the relief of hearing him acknowledge what you had been feeling for so long.
“i just need to know that i matter to you, heeseung,” you whispered, leaning into his touch.
“you do,” he whispered back, pulling you into his arms, holding you as if you were the most precious thing in the world.
“you matter more than anything. i’ll do better, i promise. i’ll make time for us, for you.”
you pressed your face into his chest, feeling the warmth of his body against yours, and let out a long, shaky breath.
it wasn’t perfect, but it was enough—for now.
you knew he meant every word, and you could feel the love in his embrace, the way he held you like he never wanted to let go.
“i love you,” you mumbled into his shirt, your voice muffled but heartfelt.
heeseung smiled softly and kissed the top of your head. “i love you too. always.”
୨୧ 박종성 ── 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐉𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐆
it was late, and the shared apartment was quiet, save for the soft hum of the city outside the opened window.
you and jay had been arguing for what felt like hours— every word felt like another brick in the wall growing between you two, each sentence loaded with a hit of frustration and hurt.
he was pacing the room, hands running through his hair in that agitated way he always did when he didn’t know what to say.
“you don’t get it, jay,” you said, your voice breaking as you tried to keep it steady.
“you don’t even try to let me in anymore. it’s like you’ve shut me out.”
he stopped pacing and turned to face you, his expression hard and agitated.
“you think i’ve shut you out? i’m doing everything i can to keep things together, and you’re telling me i’m not trying?”
his voice had a sharp edge to it, the kind that cut deep because it wasn’t just anger—it was hurt.
but you were hurt too. you had been feeling neglected, like you were no longer a priority in his life.
every time he walked out the door, another piece of your heart went with him.
“you don’t even see me anymore,” you whispered, tears blurring your vision. “it’s like i’m just… here, waiting for you to care again.”
jay’s face fell at your words, the anger draining from him as the reality of what you were saying sank in.
for a long moment, there was nothing but the sound of your quiet sobs and the sound of city traffic outside.
then to your surprise— he moved. slowly, hesitantly, he crossed the room and knelt in front of you, his hands resting gently on your knees.
“y/n, honey…” he began softly, his voice low and thick with emotion,
“i’m so sorry. i didn’t realize… i didn’t know i was making you feel this way.”
you looked down at him, your heart aching at the sight of him like this—so open, so vulnerable.
“i just want you to see me again, jay. i want to feel like i matter.”
“you do matter,” he said quickly, his eyes locking with yours, desperate and pleading.
“you— you matter more than anything, and i’ve been an idiot for not showing you that.”
his hands moved up to cradle your face, wiping away the tears that had fallen.
“i love you,” he whispered, his voice barely audible.
“i love you so much, and i’m sorry if i’ve made you feel like you weren’t the most important thing in my life. i’ll fix this. we’ll fix this.”
you took a shaky breath, the weight of his words and the sincerity in his eyes melting away the walls you had built up.
“i love you too, meanie..” you whispered, your voice trembling but a small grin making its way onto the corners of your lips.
jay smiled softly, leaning forward to press a gentle kiss to your forehead.
“we’re going to be just fine, honey,” he murmured, his lips brushing your skin.
and in that moment, wrapped in his warmth and love, you believed him.
୨୧ 심재윤 ── 𝐉𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐌
the argument with jake had reached a breaking point.
you had never seen him this upset, his normally warm and gentle demeanor replaced by frustration and hurt.
the two of you stood on opposite sides of the living room, the space between you feeling like a brick wall— that neither of you knew how to cross.
“you’re never around anymore,” you said, your voice trembling with emotion.
“it feels like i’m losing you, jake.”
his expression softened for a brief moment, but then his frustration returned.
“i’m trying, y/n. you know i am. but it’s not easy. i don’t know how to be everything at once.”
the tears you had been holding back finally spilled over, and you looked away, your heart aching.
“i just need you,” you whispered, your voice barely audible.
“i need you, jake.”
for a moment, the room was silent, the weight of your words hanging in the air. then, with a heavy sigh, jake crossed the room in a few long strides and pulled you into his arms.
“i’m sorry,” he whispered into your hair, his voice thick with emotion. “i’m so sorry, i was being an asshole.”
you buried your face in his chest, the familiar scent of him calming your racing heart.
his arms tightened around you, as if he was afraid to let go.
“i love you,” he murmured, his voice breaking. “i love you so much, and i hate that i’ve made you feel like this.”
you clung to him, your tears soaking into his shirt as you whispered back, “i love you too.”
jake kissed the top of your head and pulled back just enough to look into your eyes.
“we’ll figure this out,” he promised softly.
“i’ll be better. we’ll be better.”
and in that moment, as you stood in his arms, you believed that everything would be okay.
୨୧ 박성훈 ── 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐍
the room was eerily quiet, the soft ticking of the clock on the wall being the only sound in the room.
you stood by the window, staring out at the rain as it pattered against the glass.
sunghoon sat on the couch, his elbows resting on his knees, head down.
the argument had been brutal—harsher than either of you had anticipated.
it had started small, as it always did. but tonight, the tension had finally snapped.
“you’re so cold lately,” you had said, your voice tight with disappointment.
“you don’t talk to me anymore. you barely even look at me.”
sunghoon’s eyes had flicked toward you, his jaw clenched in that familiar stoic expression.
“i’m just tired, y/n— i honestly don’t know what you want me to say…” he’d replied, his tone dismissive and distant.
“tired?” you had scoffed, crossing your arms.
“that’s always your excuse, sunghoon. you never open up, you never let me in, and i’m tired of it.”
he hadn’t responded right away. instead, he had looked away, as if avoiding your gaze could somehow prevent the inevitable.
but that only made the ache in your chest deepen. the distance between you had grown too wide, and you felt like sunghoon was slipping away from you more and more everyday.
“maybe i just don’t wanna talk to you,” sunghoon had said, his voice low but sharp.
the words had hit you like a punch to the gut. you’d stared at him, stunned, before shaking your head in disbelief.
“what are you saying? that we’re just… done?”
he hadn’t answered. instead, he had looked away again, his silence speaking louder than any words could.
the argument had spiraled from there, both of you saying things you didn’t mean, words laced with hurt and anger.
you had accused him of not caring, of being distant and cold, and he had retaliated by saying that you were too demanding, that he couldn’t always be what you needed him to be.
now, the aftermath of those words hung heavy in the air, and you wondered if this was it—if this was the moment everything would fall apart.
you heard sunghoon shift on the couch, his movements hesitant. “y/n,” he finally spoke, his voice softer now, almost vulnerable. “i’m.. sorry.”
the apology caught you off guard. you turned to face him, your eyes meeting his for the first time since the argument began.
his expression was no longer cold and distant—instead, you saw the vulnerability he always tried to hide, the cracks in the icy exterior he put up as a defense mechanism.
“i didn’t mean what i said,” sunghoon continued, his voice quiet but hesitant.
“i don’t want to lose you. i just… i don’t know how to be open sometimes. it’s not because i don’t care, it’s because i care too much.”
your heart clenched at his words. sunghoon had always been guarded, preferring to keep his emotions locked away rather than risk being hurt.
but now, as he sat there, looking at you with those dark, warm eyes, you could see how much he was struggling.
you walked over to him slowly, your footsteps echoing in the quiet room.
when you reached him, you knelt in front of the couch, your hands resting gently on his knees.
“i don’t want to lose you either,” you whispered, your voice trembling with emotion.
“but i need you to communicate hoon, talk to me— i can’t do this if you constantly keep shutting me out.”
he looked down at you, his gaze softening as he took in your words.
slowly, he reached out and cupped your face in his hands, his touch gentle and firm.
“i’m scared,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.
“i’m scared of messing this up, of hurting you. so i close off because it feels safer that way. but i’m gonna stop— im gonna try, for you.”
tears welled in your eyes at his confession, and you leaned into his touch, closing your eyes for a moment to savor the warmth of his hands against your skin.
“you don’t have to be perfect, sunghoon, that’s not what i’m asking at all—” you whispered, your voice cracking.
“i just need you to be honest with me. i love you for who you are, flaws and all.”
his thumbs gently wiped away the tears that had escaped down your cheeks, and he leaned forward, pressing his forehead against yours.
“i love you too,” he murmured, his voice thick with admiration.
“i’m sorry i’ve been so distant. i’ll try to be better. i’ll try to be the person you deserve.”
you smiled through your tears, your heart swelling with love for him.
“that’s all i ask,” you whispered, your voice soft and full of warmth.
sunghoon pulled you into his arms then, wrapping you in his embrace as if he never wanted to let go.
you rested your head against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart, and for the first time in a long while, you felt the tension between you dissolve.
in its place, there was only love—pure, unguarded, and real.
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GENRE ៸៸ academic rivals ៸ oneshot ﹔ SYPNOSIS┆in which you spotting your academic rival with another girl makes you feel things you had never once experienced before .ᐟㅤ ꒰ WORD COUNT﹕1551 ꒱── 𝓦ARNING(S) not proofread ៸ flirty hoon ៸ pet names ៸ cursing ៸ . ݁ ✦ ݁ . ⊱ LIBRARY . . . ﹕LUNA 💭 — i miss enha and riize school is depriving me. ( ꩜ ᯅ ꩜;) ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖
YOU’VE NEVER LIKED PARK SUNGHOON.
from the very first moment you both met, he was always a step ahead of you—academically, athletically, socially.
even when he wasn’t trying, it seemed like he was out to get you in every way.
whether it was the way he’d breeze through math equations that left you staring at the chalkboard for minutes on end— or how he managed to charm every teacher with his charming wittiness and smooth-talking nature, he just seemed… infuriatingly perfect.
but what made it worse was that he knew it.
“better luck next time, y/n,” sunghoon would say after every test you lost to him.
“don’t worry princess, you’ll get there eventually.” he’d say with a smirk.
and every single time, you would grind your teeth, roll your eyes, and ignore the smug grin on his face.
he was constantly teasing you, acting like your rivalry was all just a game.
he didn’t even take it seriously!— meanwhile, you were constantly working your hardest, pushing yourself to beat him.
but no matter how hard you tried, he was always there, effortlessly flawless. ─── 𝘔𝘖𝘙𝘌 𝘜𝘕𝘋𝘌𝘙 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘊𝘜𝘛 !
the teasing got worse during group projects, where you were often paired together due to your similar grades.
while you were focused on getting things done, sunghoon was focused on teasing you at every opportunity.
“come on, you don’t need to work so hard,” he’d say one afternoon when you were hunched over your notes in the library.
“you’re gonna get wrinkles from all that frowning. besides, you’re cute when you smile.”
you scoffed. “you’re delusional, sunghoon. maybe if you focused more on the project and less on making stupid comments, we wouldn’t be here all afternoon.”
he leaned back in his chair, flashing you that infuriating smirk.
“but tell me, where exactly is the fun in that?”
you hated how his teasing always got under your skin.
and even more than that, you hated how sometimes, when he wasn’t being his cocky self, you caught glimpses of something else.
a small, genuine smile when he thought you weren’t looking—the way his eyes seemed to soften, just for a split second, whenever you were caught up in your work.
but you told yourself it didn’t matter. he was your rival, nothing more.
until one day, everything changed.
it started on a regular afternoon—you were heading to the library to study, the dread of another upcoming test hanging over your shoulders.
you were determined this time to beat sunghoon, no matter what it took.
you had stayed up late the past few nights, reviewing your notes and going over practice problems.
there was absolutely no freaking way in hell you were going to let him win again.
as you approached the library, you spotted sunghoon sitting at a table near the back.
at first, you were ready to ignore him and focus on your work, but then you noticed he wasn’t alone.
a girl sat beside him, leaning close as they whispered and giggled together.
your footsteps faltered, something sharp making its way in your chest.
you didn’t know why, but the sight of sunghoon laughing with someone else—someone who wasn’t you—stung in a way that left you breathless.
you had never seen him like this before— his face was relaxed, open, and there was something intimate about the way they were sitting together, their heads close, completely absorbed in their conversation.
sunghoon’s usually cool and detached demeanor had melted away, replaced by something softer, something you didn’t understand.
and it hurt.
before you could stop yourself, you turned on your heel and walked away.
your chest was tight, and the rational part of your mind tried to convince you that it didn’t matter.
sunghoon was free to talk to whoever he wanted—you sure weren’t his girlfriend, and you certainly didn’t care about what he did outside of your academic rivalry.
but that didn’t stop the flood of emotions crashing through you.
the anger—jealousy—confusion, and somewhere, buried deep beneath it all, was the tiniest flicker of something else—something you refused to acknowledge.
for the next few days, you did everything you could to avoid him.
you stopped going to the library at your usual times, sat farther away from him in class, and when he tried to talk to you, you’d brush him off with a cold remark lacking your usual bicker or pretending you were too busy to listen.
if he noticed, he didn’t say anything, but you caught him glancing your way more often than usual, a frown tugging at his lips.
to distract yourself, you started hanging out with your friend wonbin more.
he was easygoing, fun to be around, and most importantly, he didn’t make your emotions spiral out of control the way sunghoon did.
you’d spend lunch together, study in the library in a different corner from where you and sunghoon would, and soon enough, he became your go-to when you wanted to take your mind off things.
but of course, sunghoon noticed.
it started with the glances—you’d be sitting with wonbin, laughing at one of his jokes, and you’d catch sunghoon watching from across the room.
his usual confidence was replaced with something darker—his jaw clenched, his eyes narrowed.
it unsettled you, but you told yourself it wasn’t your problem, he had no right to be upset when he had been laughing with that girl just days ago.
then came the confrontation.
you were walking to your next class, distracted by a conversation with wonbin, when you felt a firm hand grab your wrist.
startled, you spun around to find sunghoon standing there, his expression hard.
his grip wasn’t tight, but there was something urgent in the way he held onto you, as if he couldn’t let you leave without hearing him out.
“can i talk to you?” his voice was low, but you could hear the tension brewing beneath it.
“not now, sunghoon,” you replied, trying to pull your arm free, but he didn’t let go.
“no, we need to talk. now.. please?”
wonbin gave you a concerned look, but you forced a smile and told him you’d catch up later.
as he walked away, sunghoon tugged you into a quiet, empty hallway where no one could overhear you.
“what the hell is your problem?” he asked, voice barely above a whisper but filled with frustration.
your heart pounded in your chest.
“seriously—my problem? you’re the one acting like an ass.”
“i’m acting like an ass? you’re the one ignoring me for no reason and hanging out with him all the time.” his eyes flicked toward the direction wonbin had walked off in, his jealousy evident.
“oh, so i’m not allowed to have friends now?” you shot back, your voice rising in frustration.
“why do you even care?”
sunghoon’s jaw tightened. “because it’s driving me crazy, okay? seeing you with him—it drives me insane. i don’t know what’s going on, but—” he ran a hand through his hair, his frustration clear.
“why are you avoiding me, y/n? did i do something wrong?”
the vulnerability in his voice caught you off guard. you weren’t used to seeing him like this—raw, open, and confused.
it made your heart ache in a way you weren’t prepared for.
“i saw you,” you finally admitted, crossing your arms in an attempt to keep your voice steady.
“in the library. with that girl. you were laughing with her, and i just—”
you swallowed, unable to finish the sentence. “nevermind—it doesn’t matter.”
sunghoon blinked, his confusion deepening further.
“wait, what girl?”
you glared at him. “don’t play dumb, sunghoon. the girl you were whispering with the other day.”
realization dawned on his face, and for the first time in the conversation, he looked genuinely taken aback.
“you mean… my cousin?”
your stomach dropped. “what?”
“the girl in the library. that was my cousin, y/n. she was visiting for the weekend, and i was just showing her around.” he paused, his lips twitching as if he was holding back laughter.
“wait—no way… are you jealous?”
heat rushed to your face, and you immediately looked away, mortified.
“no! of course not—are you crazy?”
but your weak protest only made him laugh softly, his earlier frustration replaced by amusement— he stepped closer, his tone gentle now.
“you are— don’t lie to me, you’re totally jealous.”
“i’m not,” you mumbled, refusing to meet his eyes.
your cheeks burned with embarrassment. how could you have been so stupid?
sunghoon chuckled, his voice lowering as he reached out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear.
“you’re really cute when you’re flustered, you know that?”
before you could respond, he leaned in, his lips brushing against your cheek in the softest of kisses.
the warmth of his plush and soft lips on your skin sent shivers down your spine, and for a moment, you forgot how to breathe.
when he pulled back, his own cheeks were dusted with pink, and he suddenly looked just as flustered as you felt.
“uh… i’ll, um, see you later,” he stammered, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly before quickly turning on his heel and walking away, leaving you standing there, heart racing, utterly speechless.
what the hell are you going to do with park sunghoon?
© won4kiss 2024
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