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── ❝ ꒰ 𝒰𝑆 𝒜𝐺𝐴𝐼𝑁𝑆𝑇 𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝑊𝑂𝑅𝐿𝐷.ᐟㅤ ៸៸﹙ 박성훈 ﹚ ᶻ𐰁

GENRE ៸៸ forbidden relationship ៸ oneshot ﹔ SYPNOSIS┆in which your forbidden boyfriend sneaks into your room .ᐟㅤ ꒰ WORD COUNT﹕1089 ꒱── 𝓦ARNING(S) not proofread ៸ kissing ៸ pet names ៸ . ݁ ✦ ݁ . ⊱ LIBRARY . . . ﹕LUNA 💭 —seunghan’s back!!!!!!! we wonnnn ( ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧ ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖

THE NIGHT WAS SUFFOCATINGLY QUIET, JUST LIKE IT HAD BEEN THE PAST FEW WEEKS.

the kind of quiet that pressed heavily against your windows, making the outside world feel impossibly far away.

you sat at your desk, staring at the pages of your textbook, though none of the words are registering.

your mind is far from the lines of text in front of you—it’s with sunghoon.

you sigh, closing your eyes, the aching in your chest growing unbearable.

you missed him—you missed him more than you could put into words, and it hurt.

it had been weeks since you last spoke, weeks since your parents found out about your relationship and threatened to ruin everything if you didn’t end it.

they were furious, telling you that someone like sunghoon—a boy with a reputation, from a family not up to their “standards”—was not worthy of their daughter. ─── 𝘔𝘖𝘙𝘌 𝘜𝘕𝘋𝘌𝘙 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘊𝘜𝘛 .ᐟㅤ

it felt like they’d ripped a piece of your heart out when they forced you to cut off all contact.

they took your phone, made sure you couldn’t see him at school, warning that if you even spoke to him again, they’d get his parents fired from their jobs.

and you had no choice but to listen—for his sake, you pulled away, doing what they wanted, even if it shattered you in the process.

suddenly, a soft clink breaks through the silence of your room, startling you.

you blink, lifting your head, your brow furrowed.

the sound comes again, this time louder—a sharp tap against the glass of your window.

you stand, slowly crossing the room, your heart beginning to race—you pull the curtains back, and what you see makes your heart stop.

sunghoon.

he’s standing below your window, his dark eyes locked onto yours, his hair messy from the wind.

he’s breathing heavily, and you can see the exhaustion in his posture, but there’s a familiar determination in his eyes that makes your heart swell.

you push open the window, your voice catching in your throat. “sunghoon?” you whisper, your eyes wide.

“hey, princess,” he says, a small smile tugging at his lips. “can i come up?”

you nod, stepping back, your heart pounding so hard it feels like it might break through your ribcage.

you watch as he pulls himself up, his arms straining as he climbs through the window, stumbling slightly as he falls onto your bed, panting softly.

you stand there, frozen, your eyes filling with tears as you take in the sight of him—his familiar face, his tired smile, the way his eyes soften when they meet yours.

he looks at you, opening his arms, and his voice is gentle, filled with love. “come here.”

it’s all it takes for you to break—you let out a choked sob, launching yourself towards him, your arms wrapping around his neck, your face burying in his chest.

he holds you tightly, his arms wrapping around you as if he’s afraid you might disappear if he lets go.

you feel the tears spill down your cheeks, soaking into his shirt, and he doesn’t say anything—just holds you, his hand rubbing slow, soothing circles on your back.

“i missed you so much,” you sob, your voice muffled against his chest. “i—i didn’t want to, but they—”

“shh, i know, baby,” he whispers, his lips brushing against the top of your head. “it’s okay. i know.”

you pull back slightly, looking up at him, your eyes red and puffy, tears still streaming down your face.

“they said they’d get your parents fired,” you say, your voice breaking. “i didn’t want to lose you, but i couldn’t let them do that to you. i’m so sorry, sunghoon.”

his eyes soften, and he reaches up, cupping your cheek, his thumb brushing away the tears.

“hey, don’t apologize,” he says, his voice gentle. “i get it. i know you did it for me.”

you nod, a shaky breath escaping you, and he pulls you closer, his forehead resting against yours.

“i hate them,” you whisper, your voice trembling. “i hate that they’re trying to keep us apart. if they knew you were here, they’d kill us.”

a small smile tugs at his lips, his eyes filled with a warmth that makes your heart ache.

“at least i’d die with you,” he says, his voice soft, and you let out a breathy laugh, the sound caught between a sob and a giggle.

“you’re an idiot,” you whisper, your fingers tangling in the fabric of his shirt.

“yeah, but i’m your idiot,” he says, his lips brushing against your forehead, and you close your eyes, a sense of peace washing over you.

in his arms, everything else fades away—the fear, the worry, the pain of being apart, none of it matters, not when he’s here, holding you like this.

you pull back slightly, looking up at him, your eyes meeting his.

there’s so much love in his gaze, so much emotion that it takes your breath away.

he leans in, his lips brushing softly against yours, and it’s gentle, almost hesitant, as if he’s trying to memorize the feel of you.

you kiss him back, your hands cupping his face, and it feels like coming home—like you’re finally where you’re meant to be.

when you pull away, he smiles at you, his forehead resting against yours.

“i love you,” he whispers, his voice barely audible, as if it’s a secret meant just for you.

“i love you too,” you whisper back, your heart swelling with so much emotion it feels like it might burst.

he pulls you back into his arms, holding you tightly, and you close your eyes, breathing him in, the scent of him filling your senses.

you know this moment won’t last forever—that eventually, he’ll have to leave, and you’ll be back to pretending, back to hiding.

but for now, you have this. you have him, and that’s enough.

and as you lay there, wrapped in his arms, you know that no matter what your parents say, no matter how hard they try to keep you apart, they can’t take this away from you.

they can’t take the love you have for each other, the way he makes you feel alive in a way you never thought possible.

and maybe, someday, you’ll find a way to be together, without all the secrets and the fear.

but until then, you’ll hold onto this—onto him—and you’ll fight for the love you have, no matter what it takes.

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── ❝ ꒰ 𝐹𝐸𝐸𝐿𝑆 𝐿𝐼𝐾𝐸 𝒯𝐻𝐸 𝑆𝑇𝐴𝑅𝑇 𝑂𝐹 𝐴 𝑀𝑂𝑉𝐼𝐸 𝐼’𝑉𝐸 𝑆𝐸𝐸𝑁 𝐵𝐸𝐹𝑂𝑅𝐸 .ᐟㅤ ៸៸﹙ 박성훈 ﹚ ᶻ𐰁

GENRE ៸៸ forbidden relationship ៸ oneshot ﹔ SYPNOSIS┆in which two lovers go on a late-night drive .ᐟㅤ insp by ceilings by lizzy mcalpine ៸៸ ꒰ WORD COUNT﹕1390 ꒱── 𝓦ARNING(S) not proofread ៸ kissing ៸ pet names ៸ . ݁ ✦ ݁ . ⊱ LIBRARY . . . ﹕LUNA 💭 —active era incoming!! ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧ ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖

THE CAR MOVED QUIETLY ALONG THE DARKENED ROAD,

the headlights reflecting long, dim beams across the empty street—the 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 don’t know if it’s the night, or the realization that these moments are always slipping through your fingers too quickly.

sunghoon’s hand rests on the gearshift, his knuckles brushing against yours, and you feel the familiar warmth spread through you—the same warmth you’ve felt every time you’ve been this close to him.

the streetlights flicker as you pass, and in those small glimpses of light, you see his profile—the 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.

it’s like something out of a dream—something too perfect, too fragile to be real. ─── 𝘔𝘖𝘙𝘌 𝘜𝘕𝘋𝘌𝘙 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘊𝘜𝘛 .ᐟㅤ

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.

it’s 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 can’t stay in this car forever, that eventually, this drive will end, and you’ll have to go back to reality—the place where being with him isn’t as simple as just being in love.

you’ll go back to the house that’s waiting for you, the one with your parents, who will never approve of someone like sunghoon.

it’s a world that’s filled with expectations and rules and boundaries that you’re never allowed to cross.

but in this car, it’s different.

it’s just you and him, no rules, no eyes watching, no consequences—just two people who found something in each other that made it impossible to stay away.

“are you okay?” sunghoon’s voice is soft, cutting through the quiet.

his eyes flicker to you again, and you can see the concern in them, the gentle way he’s always cared about you, even in the smallest of ways.

you nod, swallowing the lump that’s forming in your throat. “yeah, i’m okay,” you whisper, even though you know it’s not entirely true.

you’re okay now, here, but you know it won’t last.

it never does. but that’s why you hold onto these moments, because they’re all you have, and they’re 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.

it’s such a small thing, but it feels like everything—like in that tiny movement, you can feel all the love you have for each other.

“sometimes i wish i could just keep driving,” he admits, his voice so low it almost gets lost in the roar of the engine.

“just keep going, until we’re so far away that none of it matters anymore.”

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.

“i know,” you whisper, your voice trembling. “i wish that too.”

his fingers tighten around yours, and he looks at you, his eyes filled with something raw, something that you’ve seen so many times but never get used to.

it’s love, pure and simple, and it’s so strong that it scares you—because it’s 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 distance—the lights still on, even at this hour, because they’re waiting for you.

you can already feel the weight of the world creeping back in, the walls going up, the distance that’s 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.

there’s no need for words, not when everything you’re 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 him—everything about him that you want to remember when he’s not with you.

“i love you,” 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.

“i love you too,” you whisper back, your voice breaking.

he kisses you then, his lips soft and warm against yours, and it’s filled with everything you can’t say, everything that’s too big for words.

it’s a promise, a vow that even if you can’t be together in the way you want, even if the world is determined to pull you apart, this love is real, and it’s 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.

“goodnight, sunghoon,” you say, your voice barely above a whisper, and it feels like goodbye, even though you know it’s not.

“goodnight, y/n,” he says, his voice breaking just a little, and you can see the way his hands grip the steering wheel, like he’s trying to hold onto something that’s 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.

he’s still there, his silhouette framed by the dim glow of the car’s headlights, and it makes your chest tighten, knowing that this is where it ends—at 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 cold—the 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, you’ll hold onto the memory of tonight—the warmth of his hand, the softness of his lips, the love that you felt, even if just for a moment.

and maybe, someday, you’ll find a way to make it more than just a fleeting moment.

maybe, someday, you’ll find a way to keep driving, together.

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── ❝ ꒰ 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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Heyyy 🤭🤭 SO even though this is my first time in your inbox BUT hear me out..... can we be moots? 🙂😗

ps. LOVE YOUR WORK WHOLEHEARTEDLY 🙏🏻 🥲

HII AND OFC WE COULD BE MOOTS!! <3 THANK U SM FOR THE COMPLIMENTS UR SO SWEET ILY ALREADY☹️🫶💕

SEUNGHAN IS COMING BACK Y’ALL IM CRYING