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idk if i can request but —

What about ratio with a reader who is always sleepy but refuses to sleep on time? (Technically nocturnal reader haha)

Like; he’d be home from the guild after a particularly long day and he sees the reader doing whatever on the dead of night

Or maybe when hes asleep he suddenly stirrs awake with music coming from the living room or reader accidently dropping a bowl in the kitchen, creating very loud noise!!

Would he scold us ? 🥲

Feel free to ignore this if you want!! 🫶

A/n: Sorry for taking so long but I do hope you enjoy this little drabble! <3 I am slowly working on the requests aaa I feel like Ratio would definitely be prone to scolding you for this behavior, but he'd try to encourage you to go to bed early by dragging you to his nightly routine with him. You just gotta sleep after it, there's no choice bro. Try saying no to sleep around him I dare you

Contents: Dr. Ratio x GN reader, nocturnal reader that overworks themselves, fluff.

Long sighs of night air send satisfying shivers down Veritas’ back as he trudges his way forth through the swallowing darkness, reminded once more that his bedtime schedule had long since been lost with the sudden trip the Guild had set him up to. Yet, in the moment, he couldn’t even be irritated as the breeze felt most pleasant to his tired body and mind. 

In long strides he reached the front door, his hands fiddling with the keys while he reached up with the other hand to rub the bridge of his nose, his fingertips soothing down the edges and beneath his eyes with soothing pressure. Light poured out of the hall and onto the welcome mat, illuminated the sudden ridge between his brows that seemingly sprouted out of nowhere. One glance at the clock reminded him of the time - 01:26 AM. The lights were off during these hours, generally speaking.

Veritas sighed softly, his jaw clenched as he took off his shoes and stalked over to the office room which you were currently occupying, big black headphones over your ears not allowing you to hear his approach. The door was left open, and as Veritas wordlessly made his way inside, he spotted an empty cup beside you and he heard the aggressive scribbling of pen on paper before he even saw you holding it.

Glancing down at the trashcan, he found it oddly full with crumbled balls of torn paper sheets and sticky notes. He dreaded guessing how long you were here for, but he could practically feel the stress oozing off of you in long heavy coats. 

Startling you seemed unavoidable even as he tried to gently tap you on the shoulder, his warm palm soon pressing onto it to stop you from jumping from your chair. The contact made you gasp and spin around, accidentally drawing a sharp diagonal line down your paper. The color that was so quick to drain from your face slowly began to seep back in through your eyes as you recognized the man now hovering behind you, and a sigh fell from your lips in pure relief. “Oh, Veritas- it’s you!.. Did you just get back? I do apologize, I didn’t hear you” you dropped your pen, pulling down your ear phones to instead turn around and wrap your arms around his waist, your cheek pressed against his stomach.

He returned the affection by rubbing up and down your back, his other hand gently placed on top of your head. “I did. And I think it goes without saying that I am not most pleased to find you in this state..” he muttered, his voice softened from his long travels, but filled with a loving scolding.  “What is this? Have you not finished this already before I left?” he asked as he watched you pull away and look up at him, still a little hunched over and with your two fingers hooked around his belt hoop. 

“I have finished it, but.. uh.. it wasn’t good. I went back in to do some retouching, and I just kept not liking any of them” you explained as your previous soft smile fell, unveiling the bags underneath your eyes and the sagging of your shoulders. Veritas knew you were prone to perfectionism and overexertion, yet he knew he’d never get used to it and that he’d never stop scolding you for it. 

“These retouches- they couldn’t wait until you were more well rested. You do know they won’t run off should you look away from them for a few hours, from my office no less..” he grumbled lightly, his brows relaxing before cinching together as he saw you look away and turn to look at your paper, as if you did not hear what he just said.

“I know.. but I am finishing up now. I did make some of your favorite tonight. You can go ahead and do your thing while I finish up, and as soon as you’re done with your shower, you’ll find the meal warmed up for you. I’ll be done by then” 

Veritas didn’t even know if you were trying to distract him and send him off, change the topic or get him off your back. He shook his head. Whatever the objective was, he decided to play soft tonight and let you do your work for a little while more, to soothe you in some way. He knew how it was to be forced to leave work unfinished. Both of you were too tired for even simple banter which you usually enjoyed. But he made his dissatisfaction known with a heavy sigh and a fluttering of his eyes that fell shut for a few heartbeats. “Fine.. but no need to warm up the food, it is too late to have such a meal. I’ll go clean myself up, and then you will do the same. You need rest..”

There was no argument there, you knew, and could only look up at him and nod before he was walking out of the office room and into the bathroom. A timer like that would usually send you into a panic, yet now you found yourself slightly more motivated and even relaxed. This was Veritas you were with, your Veritas - not some rude client that wished to rush you and undermine you. 

Your finishing touches would need retouching in the morning, as you find yourself not completely satisfied even now, but you decided it was time to lay down the pen for tonight. And it wasn’t like you had much of a choice when Veritas stood at the door, towel around his waist. hair still damp from his shower and asking - no, saying you were done and that you should get ready for bed too now.

You slid out of the chair, giving him a hug as you passed by him in the door frame, earning yourself a soft scoff as he kissed your crown and sent you off with a few pats on your shoulder. He was eager for rest, but also to be in your arms. Something he missed the last few days. 

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Tags: @the-inquisitive-constellation <3

i miss the dreamies :( header from here!

life of those in love — nct dream.

in which you notice the small things they’d do for you.

—

mark who loved to rap would create mixtapes for you. he loved staying late, even after a tiring day—because despite the harsh practice hours he had to put into his job, thinking about you and writing about you cured all his worries.

mark who loved to laugh would try and share the joy with you always and forever. if having to look absolutely stupid meant getting to hear your laugh, he would rather look insane than normal.

renjun who absolutely adored his stuffies would always be ready to give you one of his beloved moomin stuffies. he loved the animated character and would get any stuffed toy of said character at any chance he could get. but sometimes, he knew how lonely it could get while he was on tour, so he’d gladly give all his stuffies up if it meant you could hug something close at night—the image of him dancing across your mind.

renjun who hated having to tolerate haechan on his own, was glad to have you by his side. sure, sometimes you’d laugh along with the younger member and tease him as well, but he was glad someone understood him and happily kept his younger members in check alongside him.

jeno who loved to go biking was so excited to have you by his side. you weren’t exactly very fond of biking, but he knew you couldn’t say no to his smile. so, watching your hair flow freely with the wind as your laughed echoed between the two of you, he felt more happy than ever before.

jeno who would love nothing more than to collapse onto his bed after a tiring day of work, he’d gladly let you pamper him as you push him towards the shower. he’d grin lazily as you do his skincare with him, your own face covered in some facemask that you forced him to try with you.

haechan who hated having to share his studio booth would blush everytime you had to record with him. he loved the way both of your voices mixed, and he could never keep his hands off you anyway.

haechan who loved to joke around would never dare to mess around with you. he did it once, but watching the tears glisten up in your eyes had him regretting his whole existence.

jaemin whose love language was cooking and quality time, loved the fact that he had you. you were the biggest foodie on the planet and watching you eat his food made his heart melt over and over.

jaemin who drank an atrocious amount of coffee would always order an extra cup for you. he would greet you with a kiss and place the cup swiftly on your desk before disappearing to his own world.

chenle who loved to play video games cherished your very presence. he’d call you over just to have you sit in his lap as he basked in your favorite perfume. he’d wrap his arms around your waist to have his hands gripped onto the controller, and he’d kiss you on your head for every win him and jisung would get.

chenle who hated losing loved to lose for you. his loud laugh would erupt when you got too excited and fell off the bed from your victory. you’d get up, slightly embarrassed, but he’d love the way the pink of your cheeks clashed with the teasing tone you had against him.

jisung who never posted on social media would love to show you off. he’d change his profile picture to one of both of you holding hands. he wouldn’t answer anyone about you though. he’s secretive and you were his, so they would just have to deal with that.

jisung who would get frustrated whenever he’d miss a step would always come looking for you first. you’d always be there with him as he practiced, cheering him on even if he was struggling with a particular choreo. he’d whine and bury his head in your neck, but in the many chances that you’d fallen asleep—he’d smile and sneak a pic before continuing with his choreography.

—

Lovely Winter

Five Hargreeves x Reader

WARNINGS: weapons/mentions of guns, missing someone, minor language

A/N: hey! Happy holidays everyone! I hope you enjoy this season and all the festivities it has to offer. This fic was really fun to write and I'm really happy with the way it came out! I don't know a whole lot about weaponry so i apologize if i got anything incorrect! hope you enjoy!

P.s. in this story you and five are in your early to mid 20's

Requested by: @021309oz

Prompt:

6. No, don't cry, i hate it when you cry.

10. Please, don't leave me alone.

(Not my gif)

It was another gloomy, winter day at the commission, things were dull as you sat at your desk checking inventory as snow drifted from the sky outside your window. Being weapons corridnator wasn't your favorite thing but it got you through your day and some of the people and jobs they worked were interesting.

Knock, Knock.

You looked up to see the figure leaning against the door frame and couldn't help the small smile that tugged at the corners of your mouth.

"Hargreeves."

"(L/n)"

You stood from your desk to greet the man. He reached out for a handshake but you wrapped him in a hug instead. He stiffened for a moment but relaxed and wrapped his arms around you too.

"I'm guessing your not just here to visit?" You asked as you pulled away from the embrace. You knew the look on his face all too well, his eyes were dull and his eyebrows furrowed. You're smile drooped as he simply shook his head and sighed.

"No, i was given a job in 1920. Not sure how long I'll be gone." He grumbled. You knew He didn't want to leave, but nobody disobeyed the commission without paying the price. And if there head assassin rebelled? Well, they'd both pay dearly.

"And this close to the holidays..." you mumbled. The two of you had planned to spend the holidays together, even if it still meant working atleast you wouldn't have to worry about him but now those plans were ruined.

"I know, I'm sorry." Five sighed again.

You took a deep breath and wiped a hand over your face, catching a few rebellious tears. Normally you weren't very emotional but your frustrations from the past month of Five working back to back missions had stressed you out like crazy and this was the boiling point.

You knew Five would come back safe every time but you couldn't stand the thoughts and doubts burning in the back of your head. "Shit.." you cursed with a sad excuse for a laugh as you wiped your eyes again. You didn't like that you were getting so emotional over such a small conflict.

"No, don't cry, i hate it when you cry."

Five frowned and moved to wrap you in another embrace. You wrapped your arms around his torso and let a few more tears. Fall. A sniffle or two followed the crying. "I-i'm sorry..i just.." you stammered,

"Please, don't leave me alone."

"I won't i promise. I'd never leave you y/n." Five assured as he set his chin on top of your head and hugged you tighter. Silently you wished he'd say something else but you knew he wouldn't. You were friends and that's how things needed to stay.

What you didn't know about was Five's longing deep down to hold you like this and never let go. You were probably the realest person he knew at this time and he was very grateful to have you.

Five sighed after a minute or two and pulled away from the hug, using his thumbs to wipe away anymore tears and you couldn't help but lean into his touch. "Be back soon." You said with a small, sad smile. "I'll be back before you know it." He replied with a small smirk.

"Well, i guess i should get out the usual for this one?" You asked him with a small sigh, referring to the sniper rifle he usually used on missions. "You know me so well." Five replied, the smirk on his face getting a little wider. You shook your head and moved behind the counter to grab the weapon before coming back and handing it to him.

"Now get to costuming before Wendy throws a fit." You shooed with a wave of your hand. Five gave a playful scoff before turning to leave. He paused a moment, as if contemplating something before turning around again and walking back towards you.

"Y/n?" He asked.

"Yea-mph!" You were cut off by Five connecting his lips with yours. Your eyes widening as far as they could by the surprise and your body stiffened. It took only miliseconds before you relaxed and melted into the kiss, kissing him back. It was soft and gentle, but only lasted a few moments before he pulled away.

"I love you." He said, scanning your features for any sign of rejection. Of course he found none as a wide smile appeared on your face as you looked back at him.

"I love you too."

--

It's been a few days since Five had confessed his love for you and you the same for him. Of course he had still gone on his mission and you felt lonely without him, even more so now that things were official between the two of you.

The snow had fallen and covered the ground outside and you bundled youself up in your office with a nice sweater to keep you warm along with your usual attire.

Once again as was weekly rutine you checked the inventory of all the weapons. Counting how many were out on rental and which ones were due to return soon. There were a special few kept in their own cabinet that were only used by specific assassins, Five's sniper included.

But now that spot was empty and you couldn't help the small frown that formed as throughts lingered in your head of when he'd come home. Well, as home as the commission was anyway.

You finished checking everything before moving to the return slots in which a few pistols laid in wait to be out back in their place on the racks. Picking them up you turned to your work desk and began disassembling, cleaning, and sanitizing them. One by one each was cleaned and any extra rounds were taken out, cleaned and put back along with new ones to fill any empty bullet slots.

When you finished that and the pistols were put away you returned to your desk and sat down for what felt like the first time all day. Things had been very busy recently as many members of the commission returned from their missions quickly in order to take a break for the holidays.

Five wasn't going to be one of them and you knew that for a fact, he'd stay where he needed as long as he needed in order to get the job done right and as cleanly as possible.

You rubbed your hands down your face as you tried to get the fatigue out of your system in order to continue working. Multiple returns and check outs at once meant long hours and little break time which also meant little sleep and it was starting to take it's toll.

You only meant to close your eyes for a minute or two to give them a break but just like that you were out and your head dropped down to rest ontop of your arms.

Whoops.

--

Although it felt like a few minutes it had actually been a few hours before you were gently nudged awake by someone. Your eyes slowly opened and upon realizing you had fallen asleep you shot upright so fast you didn't realize the close proximity of the person and accidentally bumped heads with them.

You both hissed in momentary pain while grabbing your foreheads. You didn't recognize the person till they spoke,

"Jeez y/n that hurt."

You recognized that voice immediately.

Five.

You couldn't help but gasp as you stood and rounded your desk to envelope the man in a tight hug. "Did you miss me? I wasn't even gone that long." Five chuckled as he returned the hug. "You're not aloud to leave till New Years." You mumbled into his blazer as you took in his scent.

You were happy to have him back safe and sound like always.

"We'll see." Five said, you could almost hear the smirk on his face. Pulling away from his chest you leaned up to give him a short but sweet kiss on the lips.

"I mean it." You huffed after pulling away from him.

"Maybe we'll just have to runaway." Five said with while quirking a brow.

"If it's with you, I'd go anywhere." You replied with a smile.

And the plan was soon set to take the two of you home to Five's world and get out of this life of organized crime.

Then, the two of you could be happy in peace.

Night Terrors

Five Hargreeves x Reader

Warnings: none...?

A/n: this request was quite fun to make! I hope this is what you were thinking about while requesting, if not i apologize. I wrote this more around Five with the reader comforting him because i mean he was stuck in a wasteland for 45+ years. He definetly has truama/ptsd of some kind which probably comes with attacks or night terrors (hence the reason he hates sleeping). Also I apologize for this not being very long, it's more so short, sweet, and fluffy.

Requested by: @five-manchild-hargreeves

Prompt: 12 and 13 with five maybe?

12. "I heard you scream. Nightmares again?"

13. "Hey, just look at me. Breathe."

(Not my gif)

It hurt.

The unbearable heat and the acidic ash pouring into his lungs and caking everything and around him.

He couldn't breathe.

The low rumble of another building falling to rubble in the distance. There was no way he was back here. Or maybe he hadn't left? No, it couldn't be real. He didn't dare open his eyes.

He didn't want to see the corpses of his dead family.

He didn't want to see the burning city.

He didn't want to see the wasteland he had tried so hard to forget.

"No..no,no,no,no." He murmered as he tried to wake up, the ash seeming to muffle his senses and thoughts as he struggled to comprehend what was going on.

His chest felt tight and he wanted to cough as he clutched at the sleeves of his dirty blazer, his breaths ragged. He cried out in hopes it would all go away.

It wasn't real, he had to wake up.

"Five."

A voice. It was muffled and faint but he heard it.

"Five.."

There it was again, louder and much cleaer this time.

"Five!"

Five's eyes shot open as he sat up in bed. He took a few deep breaths and raked his hands through his hair as his eyes darted around the room before landing on his partner. "Y-y/n?" He stuttered. He could see the concern and worry in their eyes as he took in another breath to try and calm down though it wasn't very helpful.

"I heard you scream. Nightmares again?" They asked, also sitting up and placing one of their hands over his own and gently laced their fingers together. The touch was comforting but his breathing was still erratic.

"Hey, just look at me. Breathe." They murmered, tilting their head to get a better look at him. Five sighed, trying his best to steady his breathing as he looked into his partner's eyes. "I...i didn't wake you did i?" He asked after his breathing had calmed down.

"Not exactly, i was just about to though." They replied with a small shrug and a shake of their head. A book lay forgotten beside them showing they hadn't gone to sleep when he did. "Sorry." Five mumbled as he looked down at their hands.

"It's okay Five. Are you feeling any better?" They asked, tone raising into the question. "Yes, maybe, better. I'm better, yes." Five stammered with a small nod and he gave his partner's hand a small squeeze. "That's good." They replied with a small hum.

"Do..you wanna talk about your nightmare?" They asked after a moment of silence. Another short silence occured before Five slowly shook his head yes. "I...i was back in the apocalypse.." he said slowly, "it..it just hurt. The ash and smoke, i couldn't open my eyes." He explained further.

Y/n gave his hand a small squeeze as he spoke to assuree him she was listening. "It was hot, and i felt alone...a-and scared out of my mind." Five hated to admit he had been scared. He didn't like being so vulnerabke either even if it was with his partner.

"After a bit i heard your voice saying my name and then i woke up." He finished. The explanation was short but so had the nughtmare been. Y/n thought for a moment before responding.

"Well, it wouldn't be uncommon for you to experience flashbacks like that. But all that matters is that it's not real and you're alive and safe." They spoke softly with another gentle squeeze of her hand on Five's. "But it felt real." Five replied, looking up to meet his partner's gaze.

"All dreams do, until you wake up that is. Then they slowly trickle back into your imagination and are forgotten. Though i suppose that's different in your case." Y/n replied, trying their best to understand everthing. Five simply nodded in return.

The couple talked a for a little more before deciding it was time to go back to sleep. They layed down and themselves in eachothers arms. Five nestled into the crook of Y/n's neck as they gently played with his hair. The feeling helped lull him to sleep and thankfully there were no more nightmares that night.

Imagine being wrapped in between YangYang’s arms, embraced in his warm touch while he gives you soft kisses on the top of your head. The night sky infilling your room as the dim light of the moonlight enters through the window. And simply the only thing he can bring himself to say is:

“I love you so much and I hope you know it.”

Your breathing becomes more regular, burying your face further into his chest as his soft eyes direct a small gaze at you.

He lightly brushes your hair, licking and giving small pecks to your ears.

Yangyang was your boyfriend, and sometimes it felt too hard to believe.

marry me

Portgas D. Ace x F!Reader

summary - Ace is completely and irrevocably in love with you and always wants your attention. he's so soft and loving. one day, he asks you to be his forever

warnings - none

When Ace falls in love with you, everyone knows.

He is so smitten, following you around like a lost puppy and pining for your attention every second of the day. He's adorable to you, honestly, looking so cute when he pouts and demands you give him five kisses to make up for not giving him one when you were busy earlier.

"That was too quick!" He whines when you're done, and will lift you off your feet to keep you in his arms and stop you from going anywhere. You just giggle and indulge him, kissing him a few more times until he's satisfied.

He never is. He always wants to kiss you. If he could kiss you forever, he definitely would, and you laughed at the notion when he told you.

"Ace, how would we breathe?"

"We can take breaks to breathe," he nuzzled his face against your neck, his skin warm against yours. "But not too long. Maybe five seconds before I kiss you again."

The sound of your laughter was music to his ears. It was the only thing he ever wanted to hear, coupled with your smile and your beautiful eyes being the only things he ever wanted to see. Your laugh gave him butterflies, made his already warm insides burn hotter than the sun. He wanted to drown in the sound of you laughing at all his silly jokes and comments, and he loved being the one to make it come out so much.

"You're so funny, you know that?" You wheezed after spending ten minutes laughing at him tripping and falling on his face.

He just stood up and grinned, hat a little lopsided, "Glad to be of service." He then ducked into a low bow, and that sent you into another fit of laughter, his ears perking up. He could listen to that all day.

He especially loves it when he can make you smile while cuddling, warming up his body to just the right temperature. Your reaction, a blissful sigh and a content smile, is enough to make him happy to die right there in your arms.

"You're so nice and warm," you mumble into his neck almost every night, getting comfortable on his half-bare body. "I love your devil fruit ability. This is so so comfortable, I don't want to move." Your words sent him to heaven and back, and he would gladly let you lay on him for the rest of your lives.

And your massages-

Ace is a sucker for you straddling his hips as he lays on the bed on his stomach, just because it feels oh so good when you run your hands down his back and over his Whitebeard tattoo. It gives him the pleasant kind of shivers, and he absolutely melts under your touch. If you start to massage his shoulders and sore spots, he will be out like a light. He will enjoy it for a few moments, but your touch will soon send him into the best slumber he has ever had. And when he wakes up, you're still massaging him but you're looking a bit tired so he flips around and lays you down, spooning you as he buries his face in your hair.

"You're too good to me, you know," he'd mumble, smiling at the familiar and sweet scent of your hair.

You'd smile and put one of your hands over his on your waist, "That's because I love you more than you can imagine. I just want you to be happy, that's my biggest goal in life."

He almost cries right then and there, your words making his eyes gloss over, "I love you too. So, so much." And his grip on you tightens as he presses soft and sweet kisses to your back, your neck, your shoulders...anywhere he can reach. "You're the best thing to ever happen to me, I swear."

Ace follows you around like a lost puppy, always feeling the need to hold you or be touching you in some way. He is the clingiest boy ever, but you absolutely do not mind and in fact, you love it. Having him want to be touching you all the time is one of the best feelings in the world, and you remind him of that every single day.

"Ace, stop that! Let (Name) work!"

You giggle when Marco chides Ace for hanging onto you like a koala, "It's okay. I love it when he clings to me. He's so warm." Your words will have Ace blushing like mad, and he'd smile against your neck. Again, he almost cries at the fact that you need him to touch you just as much as he needs to be touching you. His grip inevitably tightens, and he spreads kisses all over your face - turning it towards him if he has to.

He even lets you wear his hat, a luxury only awarded to you and you alone. He likes how you look in it, always telling you that you're so cute when you wear it because it's so big and slips over your eyes so easily (and because it's a possessive thing and lets everyone know you're his). And you love wearing it, simply because it's his. It's him, essentially.

"Babe, you look so cute right now," he grins at you when he places it on your head one day while you're reading on your shared bed.

You look up at him from under the rim and smile shyly, "Thanks, babe." And Ace swears he could melt into a fiery puddle right then and there.

He tells you that you should wear it more often, so you do, and he almost dies from the cuteness and the happiness he gets from seeing you wear something of his. Literally, he almost fell overboard and drowned when you stole it from him one day at lunch.

Before long, Ace develops a different kind of desire, a different kind of need. He never thought he would ever feel it, but having you in his life has opened him up to so many things he never dreamed he would be able to have.

Ace wants to marry you.

He wants to make you his for eternity. He wants to make you his wife, and that title alone is enough to make him giddy with happiness. Just imagining being able to call you his wife has Ace soaring, and he knows that it's what he wants more than anything in the world. You make him happier than he ever thought he could be, and you show him so much love and affection that sometimes he feels like he doesn't do enough to reciprocate. But you constantly assure him he does. You're always there to reassure him, to relax him, to make him feel better about anything that might be worrying him, making him sad or hurt, or stressing him out. And he adores you for it.

"(Nameeeeeeeeee), my loveeeeeee!"

You hear him sing from down the hallway one day, turning just in time to see the fiery commander sprinting towards you with something in his hands. When he gets closer, you blush seeing the huge bouquet of flowers in his hand. He stops in front of you, panting and out of breath (he ran all the way from the island the ship was docked by), and holds it out to you.

"For you," he gives you the goofiest but sweetest smile he can muster.

You take it slowly, already beginning to tear up, "Ace-"

"Wait, wait, that's not all," he grins, grabbing your hand and pulling you along. He is practically buzzing with excitement, and you wonder why, but you don't have to for long.

The entire crew has gathered on the deck, making a semi-circle around the center. A bunch of your favourite flowers were scattered in a circle, making a beautiful ring of (favourite flower)s that Ace stepped over with you and into. It was simple, but when he got down on one knee and pulled out a small black box, the look on your face made it all worth it.

"Ace-" You started, already getting emotional.

He smiled up at you, completely lovestruck. "(Name), I know this may not be the most elaborate proposal ever, but I was more excited about proposing than setting up," he admitted with a blush, making you and everyone else laugh. "You are the best thing that's ever happened to me and I know I say that everyday, but I will keep saying it everyday for the rest of our lives. You make me the happiest man alive, and being with you for as long as we have been together has been the biggest blessing in my life. I never thought I could want something as badly as I want to marry you, but I'm happy I do because I cannot and will not imagine anyone better to spend the rest of my life with. I love you so, so much, (Name), so will you do me the honour of marrying me?"

He was crying, but so were you. Tears were streaming down both your faces, but the smiles gracing your lips were enough for everyone to see that you were both just overwhelmed by love and happiness in that moment.

"Yes," you didn't hesitate to give your answer, beaming.

Ace grinned and slid the ring onto your finger, standing up to wrap his arms around your waist and pull you against his body. Before you could ask where he got the ring from, he leaned down and kissed you so deeply and lovingly you forgot every single thought you had, arms sliding around his neck to steady yourself so you wouldn't fall over. Not that he'd let you, anyway. Loud cheers and whoops filled the air as you shared a passionate and affectionate kiss, and both of you were smiling so brightly when you pulled away that you were sure your cheeks would hurt when the day was done.

"I love you," he whispered, pecking your lips sweetly over and over.

"I love you too," you breathed, before laughing and smiling even more when he removed his hat to place it on your head.

And as you beamed up at him from below the tip of his hat that was too big for your head, Ace knew that he had no regrets. Your bright eyes peeking up at him from under the rim of the hat made him sure that this had been the best decision of his life, right after asking you out.

"My wife!" He grinned, suddenly remembering what he was so excited to call you. "My beautiful, beautiful wife."

You blushed, "Words cannot describe how much I love being called that."

"What?" He smiled devilishly, tugging you close again, "My wife? My beautiful wife?" He kissed all over your face, repeating the phrase 'my beautiful wife' over and over.

"Get a room!" Someone yelled, making you both laugh.

"That we shall," Ace took your hand, "But after the celebratory cake, of course."

You laughed as he said this, eagerly following him wherever he went, knowing you would gladly follow him anywhere, and he would follow you anywhere.

BONUS (because i am obsessed with idea of being called Ace's wife):

"LUFFYYYYYY!"

Ace was already screaming for his brother as soon as the Thousand Sunny was in sight. He was so excited to show you off as his wife, you thought it was the cutest thing in the world.

"LUFFYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!"

"ACEEEEEEEEEE!" Came the responding shout, making you laugh and face palm. These brothers.

When you and your husband boarded his brother's ship, Ace immediately ran over to him and gave him the biggest, tightest hug he could muster.

"I have a wife!!!"

Your cheeks heated up again, and you smiled at the sight of Luffy getting just as excited as Ace about it. Luffy ran to give you a hug as well, and you laughed and blushed as he told you that you were going to make the coolest sister-in-law.

And of course, Sanji was crying and Nami and Robin wanted to see the ring, which you happily showed them as you shot your husband a warm, loving smile.

You were finally Ace's wife, and it was the best feeling in the world.

Cue everyone referring to you as Ace's wife or Portgas D. Ace's wife from now on.

a/n: this is officially my favourite fic that i've written, it turned out WAYYYY better than i expected. this man ❤❤❤

31. “You snuck into my room, at 4am…to cuddle? with Johnny 🙏🙏

“You snuck into my room, at 4am…to cuddle?” + johnny

Bringing Johnny home for the big family reunion was a huge step, and everyone knew it. It was the first time most of your family would be meeting him. They were going to make many judgments over the weekend you were all spending together at this large mountain retreat, and you warned him beforehand that he was very likely going to be sleeping in a different room than you.

“What so no mountaintop lodge sex?” He’d thrown a smile your way, adjusting his hold on the steering wheel as he drove you there. “Damn, there goes that fantasy.”

You rolled your eyes, knowing he was joking, but nevertheless you put your hand on his thigh, dragging your nails lightly over the denim. Johnny huffed out a laugh. 

Upon arriving at the enormous lodge, your grandma notified you that you would be sleeping in a room on the second floor with two of your cousins. Johnny could take a room in the basement. The room sandwiched between one of your intimidatingly large cousins on one side and the room reserved for the aunt that no one can stand.

Johnny pouted at you as you helped him carry his bag downstairs. “I guess I’ll just have to take advantage of every stolen moment with you,” He said. He dropped his bags inside the door and pinned you to the wall to kiss you breathless until the sound of your cousin thundering down the stairs prompted you to push Johnny away.

All throughout that day, you introduced Johnny to aunts and uncles, cousins, the babies and little kids who seemed wary and excited about Johnny. He seemed to fit in to a surprising degree, to charm everyone into loving him as much as you loved him. 

Also, he kept true his promise of taking advantage of every stolen moment with you. He kissed you in the corners. While everyone was enjoying the bonfire after dinner, he stole you away behind a huge pine tree and you would have likely allowed him to ravish you there if not for the sudden screeches of the kids asking if they could play hide and seek in the trees.

Everyone finally began to grow tired and drift off to their beds some time after midnight. Johnny left you for bed at around one, kissing your cheek and giving you a meaningful look as he headed inside. You went to your bed just fifteen minutes later, and as you changed and tucked yourself in to the sound of your two cousins chatting quietly, you shivered in your lonely bed and wished you could have Johnny with you.

It was a while later when your two cousins grew quiet. The rest of the place seemed quiet as well, and you could see from the window that the bonfire was no longer burning. The old alarm clock read that it was nearly four in the morning, but you were cold and missing Johnny, so you wrapped up in a blanket and crept from your room as quietly as you could.

The stairs creaked, the floor squeaked, and you nearly jumped out of your skin when you saw someone sitting on the sofa, but a skipped-heartbeat later, you realized it was one of your uncles passed out while he sat up. You crept on, sneaking down the stairs, slipping by the doorway where you could hear your cousin’s loud snores, and then there was Johnny’s room.

When you opened the door and came inside, he shifted in his sleep, and once you’d pressed the door quietly shut behind you and come over to the edge of his bed, you whispered his name.

“I knew you’d come,” He mumbled, rolling over to make room for you in the bed. 

The moment you’re under his covers, you’re comforted by the warmth, by the smell of Johnny which is so familiar by this point, and you curl up against him, snuggling in to finally fall into a comfortable sleep.

Johnny sighs. “You snuck into my room, at 4am… to cuddle? I really thought I convinced you.”

“Shut up,” You mumble and push your nose against his warm skin. “It’s cold, I’m tired, I need you to sleep.”

“What’ll they think in the morning. How scandalous.” Johnny mumbles. You can already tell he’s drifting back to sleep. 

Ice Cream Pt. 3~

ꕥPosted: 11/6/20

ꕥGenre: Fluff

ꕥPairing: FemReader! x Seonghwa

ꕥWord Count: 2.7k

ꕥWarnings: Slight language

ꕥA/N: This is honestly one of my favorite fics I’ve written and I really hope you all like it too! Let me know if you’ve got any suggestions! Also! I changed up my pics at the top of my fics! Whatcha think?

Your POV

The warm, gentle breeze rustled my hair as I sat beneath what quickly became my favorite tree in this park. Its tall Oak branches provided plenty of shade and the grass beneath it always felt so soft to the touch. In the middle of summer, it was the perfect place to be.

Flipping another page of my book, I yawned loudly, awaking the warm body that laid beside me. Seonghwa’s sleepy eyes met mine as I gave him a sorry smile.

“I didn’t mean to wake you. You can go back to sleep if you’d like.”

He brushed a strand of hair out of my face, tucking it behind my ear, “Don’t worry, I’ve slept enough anyhow.”

It had been roughly two months since we first met. In the first month alone we went on five dates, still unable to get enough each other. It was faster than I had moved in previous relationships, and at first a part of me was afraid I would lose interest, but I hadn’t. Not even in the slightest.

Seonghwa’s eyebrows crinkled, “Whatcha reading, babe?”

I gave a slight smile. “The Outsiders. Last time I read it I was about fourteen. I remember loving it so much. I’m really glad I picked it up again.”

Seonghwa nodded. “That’s a good one.”

A comfortable silence fell between us as I attempted to resume my reading, but the dark orbs I felt on me led my attention elsewhere.

I spoke without bringing my eyes from the book. “You know I’m having an awfully difficult time reading when you look at me like that.”

A sly smile appeared on Seonghwa’s face as he moved closer, “And why might that be?”

“Because staring at someone like they’re your next meal isn’t necessary the most relaxing feeling.”

He responded with a soft chuckle and placed his head on my shoulder. My stomach fluttered and I did my best to ignore it as I stared at the pages before me, but it wasn’t working.

I’m getting too distracted. There’s no way I’ll be able to continue where I left off. Not with Seonghwa being so close to me, anyway.

Placing a bookmark inbetween the pages, I closed the book and placed it in my small backpack.

Turning to my boyfriend, an idea formed. “Have you ever made pottery before?”

Seonghwa blinked a few times, looking off into space. “No, I don’t believe I have.”

A large, toothy smile lit up my face. Grabbing his hand I pulled him off the ground and started leading him in the direction of my second favorite place in the world. The first? Wherever Seonghwa was.

Seonghwa’s POV

I grasped her soft hand harder in an attempt to keep ahold of her. She quickly skipped in what I could only assume was the direction of the closest pottery store, stringing me along.

“You walk awfully quick given your short legs little legs, you know that?”

She turned around and squinted at me, clicking her tongue, “Rude.”

I did my best to hide a smile. Her flowy jean overalls and large, pale blue shirt practically swallowed her which already made her the cutest thing I have ever seen. The feigned annoyance on her face just added another layer of cute. Not that I’d tell her outright.

Or hell, maybe I would. I’d love to see her cheeks flush again.

We approached a quaint store front that displayed the most intricate pottery in the windows, alternating with floral arrangements.

I read the store name aloud, “Soul Glaze?”

She gave a hum. “I’ve spent most all of my summers here. This place means a lot to me.”

Wiggling her fingers that were intertwined with mine, she reached for the door and opened it, revealing a group of children running about, laughing, and attempting to make pottery.

“Birthday party?” My girlfriend asked a young woman with bright red hair who appeared to be working there. She spun around, noticing us for the first time. The woman’s eyes lit up as they made eye contact.

“Oh my god! It’s so good to see you!” The woman yelled, promptly giving a bear hug to the woman I was holding hands with. She let go of my hand and hugged the redhead back.

“You look so good! How have you been?”

“I’ve been great! Actually...there’s someone I want to introduce you to.” Both women looked at me.

“This is my boyfriend, Seonghwa. Seonghwa this is Kim. She was my best friend in high school.”

“Very nice to meet you, Kim.”

She smiled in response, “You as well! I’m glad to see my bestie found someone. She certainly deserves it.”

My girlfriend flushed slightly. “So we were actually hoping we could maybe make some pottery. Do you have any space left?”

“Of course! Always for you!”

Kim lead us to a room separate from the children, thankfully. Not that I didn’t like children, but I was looking forward to spending some time alone with my girl.

“Alright I’ve got everything here that you need and I know you won’t need any help but if you need any more supplies just let me know. Have fun you two.” Kim gave a friendly wink to her best friend and left, presumably to help the children with their pottery.

My girlfriend squealed, bouncing up and down like a child. “It’s been so long since I’ve been here!”

As she walked around the room examining everything, the glint in her eye which I’ve come to love so deeply returned. But it wasn’t just that look in her eyes I loved. I loved all of her. Every smile, every laugh that she gave me made me feel like a lovesick teenager. Every flip of her hair, every sultry gaze made me forget to breathe. I loved every witty and sarcastic comment that she made towards me, how she challenged me in every way. In a good way. She made me want to be a better man for her. I needed to be a good man for her.

Wait.

I froze, afraid of my own thoughts.

I love this girl. It’s literally only been two months how can I already be in love with her? Oh god. Maybe it’s just a fleeting thought?

But as much as I tried to push down my feelings, the words kept repeating over and over in my head.

I love her.

Your POV

“You okay Seonghwa? You look a bit pale.” I could hear my voice laced with concern.

He shook his head slightly and laughed. “It’s just cute to see you so happy.”

I didn’t even have to see my face to know that it was gradually heating up and I closed my eyes as if that would prevent him from seeing it. Before Seonghwa could tease me about it I heard the loud voice of a young boy yelling my name. I turned and saw him running towards me.

“Stevie!” I smiled as he approached me and gave him a tight hug.

“How’ve you been? Gosh you’ve grown up so much since I’ve last seen you! You’ll be a grandpa in no time!”

The boy giggled, “No I’m only four! You’re the grandpa!”

“I’m the grandpa? Oh you’re gonna get it now!” I laughed as I picked him up and held him above my head.

Stevie squealed and laughed loudly as I lifted him higher. I set him down after a moment or two and he pointed at the man beside me.

“Who’s that guy?”

I let out a soft laugh. “This is my boyfriend, Seonghwa.”

Stevie looked at Seonghwa. “I won’t remember that so I’m calling you number two.”

“Why number two?” I inquired.

“Because I’m your first man!” He pouted and puffed out his chest.

Laughing, I squatted down to his height and ruffled his thick brunette hair, “You sure are, bub.”

I made eye contact with my boyfriend. “This is Stevie, Kim’s son.”

Seonghwa squatted down, holding out his hand to shake his hand. “It’s very nice to meet you, young man.”

Stevie gave a skeptical look as he shook Seonghwa’s hand and pointed at him. “Treat her good! If you don’t I’ll take your place, number two.”

My boyfriend raised a hand to his head in a salute. “Yes, sir!”

I did my best to hold my laughs but it didn’t work in the slightest.

“You two are cute.”

“But I’m cuter, right?” Stevie asked with wide eyes.

I glanced at Seonghwa and leaned down to whisper in Stevie’s ear, “Definitely.”

The young boy cheered and told us he had to go back to his friend’s birthday party. I waved goodbye as he ran out of the room.

“He’s just the cutest kid. I-”

Seonghwa swept me up and kissed me, gently resting his arms on my hips as he deepened the kiss.

“What was that for?” I asked, breathless.

“Just being you.”

I bit my lip and looked down, smiling slightly. He always said such cute things so easily and it flustered me every time.

“When Kim got pregnant with Stevie she was so nervous. We were still relatively young and she didn’t think she’d be a good mom.” I shook my head, “She was worried for nothing. She’s the best mom anyone could ask for.”

Seonghwa smiled, “You’d make a fantastic mom yourself.”

“Maybe one day.” I smiled back. I honestly never wanted kids. I was always more content with being an honorary aunt.

But I don’t think I would mind them with Seonghwa.

I set down my little backpack on a nearby chair and took some clay, placing it on the pottery wheel in front of me.

“Alright babe. Let’s get started.”

Seonghwa’s POV

My heart swelled the instant she pulled Stevie into her arms. I never knew that she was so good with children. We never really talked about it, but in that moment I could picture a life with her.

I could picture myself proposing to her, how sweaty my palms would get beforehand, how I’d likely forget half of what I wanted to say, how she’d look at me when I get on one knee, how afterwards she’d kiss me and I’d gently place the ring on her finger.

I could picture our wedding, watching my soon-to-be wife walk towards me, her favorite colored flowers in her hand, the dazzling smile on her face that makes my stomach do somersaults.

I could picture our first dance as husband and wife, tears in both of our eyes from the overwhelming happiness that we’d feel, the world seeming as though it disappeared in that moment.

I could picture how beautiful she would look pregnant, the tears in my eyes when she’d tell me, the unbelievable excitement for the next stage in our lives we would feel.

I could picture going clothes shopping for our unborn baby, my wife fawning over how cute the small clothes looked, probably buying every outfit possible.

I could picture lazy mornings in bed with our children, showering them with love and warmth, making sure they’d feel nothing but safety and comfort for all of their years.

I could picture sunny days in the park, pushing our children on the swings and listening to their joyous laughs as they’d ask us to push them higher.

I could picture growing old with her, watching our children graduate and having a life of their own, the grey in our hair that would slowly show, our kids teasing us about our age.

I could picture always protecting her and being there for her. I didn’t try to fight it anymore. I knew: she’s the one.

I was forced to push my thoughts aside as she began to teach me the basics. She was impressively good and I was embarrassingly bad, even with her instructions.

“No you’re doing great!” She told me when I voiced my thoughts.

I gave her a deadpan look and she giggled. “What? I was terrible my first time too, but you’re trying and that’s all that matters.” The kiss on the cheek she presented me with sent my heart flying, yet I tried to suppress it.

Time flew by and before I knew it our pottery had been made to our satisfaction and placed in a kiln. My girlfriend explained that it would take awhile for the pottery to be fully ready so we’d have to come back in a few days.

“Fine with me. That’s just more time I get to spend with you, doll.”

She bit her bottom lip and rolled her eyes, playfulness in her voice, “Yeah I guess so.”

After paying and bidding adieu to Kim, we left and wandered back to the park, my girlfriend slightly teasing me about my attempt at making a bowl.

“So when did Yeosang say he was gonna meet us?” She asked, wrapping her arm around mine.

“In about an hour. He’s bringing Aurora, by the way.”

I could sense her nerves, “You’ll like her, I promise. Your personalities are pretty similar so you’ll get along fine.”

“I sure hope so.”

Your POV

Aurora, Yeosang’s girlfriend, was someone I felt I’d become indebted to. Without her, I never would have met Seonghwa. This was my first time meeting her and I was nervous to say the least. I’d met Yeosang several times before so I wasn’t necessarily nervous about seeing him again. I just hoped I would get along with Aurora.

“Hey.” Seonghwa turned to look at me, “Don’t overthink it. It’ll all be okay. Even if she doesn’t like you—which she will—that’s not gonna change things between us, alright?”

I nodded. “Thank you.”

“You don’t have to thank me for that. You’re my girl. I’ve gotta stand by your side.”

I was quiet for a moment or two. His words meant so much to me. I wasn’t sure how to express it so I kept it simple. “That makes me happy.”

“You make me happy.”

I gave him a playful shove and giggled, “Get outta here.”

Seonghwa scoffed. “How dare you. I confess my true feelings and this is how I’m treated? Heartless.”

I moved in front of him, forcing him to stop walking. I looked deep into his eyes and I could feel the heat return to my cheeks at his gaze alone.

“Then let me confess mine.” Standing on my tippy-toes, I cupped his face and whispered into his ear, “I’m falling for you.”

I didn’t get a chance to see his reaction as I poked him in the cheek and began to run away from him, “Tag! You’re it!”

The wind once again flew through my hair, although this time it was more chilly, making me wish I had brought a jacket. The sun had begun to set and the cotton candy clouds meshed with the pinkish-yellow sunset. I slowed down unintentionally to take in its beauty, and that’s when I felt a pair of arms wrap around me and drag me to the ground.

I yelped and Seonghwa nuzzled my neck, pressing kisses to my most sensitive spots. “That’s what you get for challenging me.”

Although I wish I could say I had a clever comeback, I didn’t. I was too in awe of how truly handsome he was. I ran my fingers through his dark locks and played with the hair at the nape of his neck as he looked a me. His smile slowly faded as he broke eye contact.

I gave him a questioning look. “What’s wrong babe?”

Seonghwa opened and closed his mouth a few times as though he was trying to find the words to say or maybe work up the confidence to say something. Perhaps both.

His voice came out in a whisper, “Did you mean it?”

I tilted his head so that I could reach his lips. I kissed him lightly and smiled against the kiss. I pulled back and made sure he looked me in the eyes.

“Every word.”

He kissed me with more fervor than he ever had before. His hands wondered to my own, pinning them down.

“I. Am. So. Far. Beyond. Falling.” Seonghwa said between heated kisses.

The cold of the wind was long forgotten as the warmth inside me started to spread. I didn’t have the words to communicate how I was feeling so I resorted to kissing him back with even more passion. Until something occurred to me.

“Wait. We’re supposed to meet Yeosang soon.”

Seonghwa hurriedly checked his watch. “Shit, we gotta go.” Standing up and helping me off the ground, we both began to run to our usual meeting spot with Yeosang.

“It’ll be okay if we’re late, right?”

“Oh yeah totally, it’s fine.” He smiled. “We should probably run a bit faster though.”

𝗮𝗻 𝗲𝘆𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗮𝗻 𝗲𝘆𝗲 — p.sh

pairing: park sunghoon x fem!reader

genre: revenge, angst, smut, fluff

synopsis: Sunghoon nurtured a profound animosity towards his childhood friend, Lee Heeseung, blaming him for his sister's death. To Sunghoon, his sister was the only person who had genuinely loved him, making Heeseung's perceived betrayal unforgivable. This deep resentment sparked an intense desire for revenge, driving Sunghoon to extreme measures to achieve it. But to what extent would he go to find satisfaction in his vengeance against Lee Heeseung? Would his plans unfold smoothly, or would everything take an unexpected turn, throwing his schemes into something he didn’t expect.

word count: 7k

warnings: swearing, kidnapping (kinda), possessive hoon, mentions of death, fake marriage, depression.

an eye for an eye: part 1 - masterlist

The familiar feeling of emptiness flooded his body. Sunghoon’s eyes were lifeless as the they gazed at the coffin where his sister’s remains lay.

This was the same feeling he had when his father’s mistress left him at his biological father’s mansion.

He felt the coldness of his father towards him. He felt the hatred of his father’s wife. He saw disappointment in his grandparents’ faces.

He was unloved and unwanted, it was a no brainer.

For a six-year-old child, it was all too much to take. When he was living with his mother, he was treatedlike shit. And when he lived with his father, there was no difference at all. It’s no wonder why he became wary of people. He wouldn’t want to talk to anyone, nor be in the same room as them. He would only go out to eat and return to his room to lock himself up. He even thought back then that his existence was big bad joke.

But one day, a girl with the same dark brown eyes as his went inside his room and forced him to leave the house and drink up some sunshine. He had no other choice but to follow the girl because she would never let go of his hand.

Truth to be told, Sunghoon found the girl irritating, he wanted to hurt her. But when she said that she was his sister and that she would protect him from all evil, he was left speechless. Because for the first time in years, there was a person who wanted to protect him. Her older sister’s smile made him cry, not because of sadness, but because of happiness.

He let out a hollow laugh. He will never see those smiles of her sister ever again. Those good old times would now be just a mere memory.

He slightly turned his head when he heard someone familiar talking behind him. Sunghoon’s jaw clenched as he stared at the cause of his beloved sister’s death, Lee Heeseung. His bestfriend and her sister’s boyfriend.

With heavy feet, he stood up and approached the guy and his father who he was talking to.

“You’re not welcome here, Lee Heeseung. Leave” His voice was hard and heavy.

“Park Sunghoon!” His father reprimanded.

“Uncle, can you please give us a minute? We’re just going to talk.”

“If you want to explain what happened, then let me tell you that you’re just wasting your time.” He said, blankly, not showing an ounce of emotion to the guy in front of him.

“Please, Sunghoon, listen to me. I didn’t want all of this to happen. I-I’m sorry.” Heeseung sounded so pathetically contrite, making him want to vomit.

“So you want me forgive you just like that, Heeseung?” He sarcastically remarked. Heeseung shook his head with a sigh and looked at Sunghoon with pleading eyes once again.

“I know it was partly my fault, and I am also hurting, Sunghoon. You know how much I love your sister, and I wouldn’t ask for this to happen.”

“You wouldn’t ask for this to happen?” He sharply retorted what the guy said. “It was the middle of the fucking night, yet you asked her to go out riding in your stupid car. You asked her to leave even if it was already late. Clearly, you asked for this the happen! You are the reason why my sister is lying there!” He lashed out, pointing at the coffin where her sister’s lifeless body lie.

“It was our anniversary! I invited her out because I wanted to surprise her!” Heeseung’s left hand balled into a fist he was sure the right one would do the same if it weren’t in a sling due to the accident.

“Yeah, and because of that stupid surprise, my sister died.” He saw the look of hurt in his best friend’s eyes, but the pain that he is seeing wasn’t enough for him. He wanted to beat the shit out of Heeseung and kill him with his bare hands, but that would be too easy.

“I didn’t know that a drunk driver would appear and hit us! If only I knew… I-if only I knew…” Heeseung’s eyes reddened with pain.

Sunghoon’s greeted his teeth, turning away. “Leave.”

“Sunghoon, please….”

“Just leave!” he hissed. “Leave and don’t ever show your face to me ever again.” He said in a serious tone.

“Sunghoon?” He was quick to turn his head towards the source of the voice. There stood Y/n, standing next to Heeseung as she anxiously glanced back and forth between the two. “Why would you say that to my brother?”

His lips pressed firmly with a stern expression. “Because his idea of a pleasant surprise is a bad joke.”

That was all he said before returning to his seat. He didn’t bother to look at the two again, and he wasn’t able to see Y/n’s eyes widen in surprise. He only heard the faint farewells of the two to his father.

Once again, Sunghoon confined in his own lonely world. He feels like he was cursed and happiness was forcefully denied to him. Losing his sister who helped him break free from his dark world was painful.

Losing a friend that he considered a family was painful.

Losing the woman he had learned to love was painful.

In just a snap, he lost the people who gave color to his world.

10 years later…

The service crew was very attentive, Sunghoon noticed. The place was modern and cozy. He hadn’t taste any of the pastries yet, but they looked appetizing. All in all, the bakeshop was pretty impressive. There’s no wonder why a lot of people go here.

On the other hand, it was quite a surprise that he’s in the shop. This was the first time he set foot in this place.

He wouldn’t bother to come if it weren’t for something important, especially since the owner of this bakeshop is the sister of someone he despises.

Yes, he knew you owned this place.

Your town is small enough for him to not know that. So, why the hell would he choose to meet someone in your haven of all places? There was a ninety-nine percent chance of him seeing you there. But what can he do about it?

His ‘oh so noble father’ commanded him to meet with the girl he liked for him. Obviously wanting him to settle down already. And because that he is the only son of his beloved father, he has no right to oppose to it.

He felt his phone rang and he answered.

“Yes?”

“Hey, Mr. Park.”

Said the girl on the other line. The voice sound forcefully seductive it sounded cheap to his ear.

“May I know who’s on the other line?”

Sunghoon asked lazily and almost rolled his eyes.

“This is Shin Yuna. I’m the one you’re meeting at the bakery in town.”

His eyes went searching for a woman who was on the phone, probably speaking with him. At the door he saw a woman wearing a tight-fitting yellow dress. The woman had a phone pressed to one ear, her eyes scanning the inside of the shop. Looks like she was the one he’s waiting for.

He ended that call once her eyes landed on him. Evidently, she’d recognize him. A sensual smile appeared on her bloody red lips and she started walking towards him.

He should feel lucky because the woman was a catch. Her skin was smooth and fair, she had shiny, long hair. And in his opinion, aside from her hourglass figure, the girl’s flawless legs were her best asset, free from any scars.

She was gorgeous all right. But it doesn’t have an impact on Sunghoon.

Yuna must be one of those girls who are pretty on the outside, empty in the inside. Beautiful but annoying and boring.

He stood up as the girl approached. He offered his hand but she didn’t take it. Instead, she leaned to give him a kiss on his cheek. Okay, he wasn’t at all shocked by that.

“Nice to meet you Mr. Park” she greeted

“The pleasure is all mine, Miss Shin.”

“Please, call me Yuna.” She said with a wide almost flirty smile. “Then call me Sunghoon.” He motioned her to the seat in front of him. “Please, have a seat.”

“Thank you, have you ordered anything yet” she said as she sat.

Sunghoon shook his head. “Not yet, I was waiting for you. And it’s my first time here, I don’t know what food to choose.” Her hand rested on his arm and he wasn’t born yesterday to not know that she was openly flirting with him.

“Oh Really? You should try their famous gyeran-ppang. It’s a fluffy loaf of bread with a whole egg inside. It’s really good, I suggest you try it.”

Sunghoon suddenly remembered you, gyeran-ppang was your favorite ever since. Be it sweet of savory. He didn’t expect that those two could be brought together.

“If you liked it, maybe I should try it.” He simply said, trying to push away the memories. Yuna’s eyes sparkled, and he wanted to roll his eyes, but Sunghoon retrained himself. What was an hour of enduring this infront of her, right?

“Okay, I’ll just go to the counter to order, since this is a self-service shop.” Yuna said as he noticed a slight frown on her face. “I hope next time they hire waiters here so customers won’t have to go to the counter to do the job.”

Ah, he knew it.

His assumptions were correct, the girl only visually pleasing. Deep inside, she was a typical rich brat. He found his father’s taste in girl quite funny.

“It’s like hitting two birds with one stone. The service would be aster, plus it would provide jobs for jobless people. That way, more customers would go here, and it would reduce the number of unemployed people.” She annoyingly added further.

God help him stop himself from sneering. As if he’d believe that shit. What could this girl possibly know about work and helping other people?

“Yeah, you’re right.” He answered dryly. “I’ll order, I’m the guy here and I should be the one treating you and taking care of things.”

She sweetly smiled at him once again. “Why, thank you, Sunghoon. I’ll have two gyeran-ppang and one iced coffee. And please ask for a fork and knife while you’re at it.”

“Alright.” He gave her a small smile and quickly stood up, immediately walking his way to the counter to escape his date. He wished the serving of their food would last longer, but the workers in the shop were indeed good at what they do. In less than six minutes. He was back at his table with Yuna waiting for him.

“Go ahead and try it.” She urged him to sit down as their order was served. He took a bit of the gyeran-ppang and he instantly knew why it became popular in the area.

“It’s good right?” He simply nodded in response. Yuna then picked up the bread knife and fork that he requested earlier and used them to eat.

“Why use a fork and knife? It’s a finger food.” He couldn’t help but to ask.

“Oh, eating it with my fingers would be a mess, and my lipstick would smudge if I eat it directly.” Sunghoon avoided raising the corners of if his lips.

“I see. I’m surprised that you eat food like this and have that kind of body.” Yuna let out a shy laugh at his statement.

“I’m very conscious with what I eat, but when I tried this a few weeks ago, I forgot the diet. I even bought boxes of it for the orphanage that we were helping, And the kids loved it too.”

She was trying to impress him by mentioning the word orphanage? Would it be a bad idea to laugh? Or was he being too hard on this girl? After all, what did he know about Yuna? He didn’t even bother to make an effort to find out about the girl’s demeanor before coming here. Is her values really worth his time? Sunghoon bit his lip to stop himself from commenting something he’d regret saying later on.

Sunghoon glanced at the entrance of the bakeshop and he swore he felt his heart pounded. A pang of nostalgia when he saw a familiar figure arrive.

You were like an angel minus the wings and the halo. You were wearing a simple with dress that gave you sweet and innocent look. He didn’t expect that you would become even more beautiful than you are over the years. Your rosy white skin was flawless, he longed to touch it. Your lips were full and naturally pink. He almost tasted those once and he suddenly had this urge to kiss you.

He sighed forcefully, everything about him was cold earlier but he felt so damn hot in an instant just by seeing you. He wanted to own you, he wanted to make you his.

Sunghoon felt his heart race at he continued to stare at your face, feeling the rush of warmth in his body.

The beautifully scattered moles on your face made you look more unique ang exquisite to him. Back then, Sunghoon thought he could spend the rest of his life just by looking at your lovely face. Your beautifully sculpted brown eyes with thick and long lashes were still bright and full of life. He wanted to lose himself one day while looking at those hypnotic vivid orbs.

You walked you way towards the counter and greeted your staff with a bright smile.

The sun’s heat was nothing compared to the warmth of your smile. You were like the sun, only brighter, with inky black hair shining.

Now that’s his kind of pretty. You would always be his kind of pretty. Your beauty was ethereal, it was second to none in Sunghoon’s eyes. He mustered all his strength to look away from the person who evoked such emotions from him.

He tried to put his focus on the person in front of him, but his eyes would occasionally wander back to you.

“So, what are you busy with these days?” He heard Yuna asked him.

“Work, I guess.” He shrugged. “We export high quality mangoes to our neighboring countries.”

“Oh. Yeah, my parents and I visited your mango farm once. And I must say, your place is very refreshing.”

“Thank you, how about you? What your work?” He asked to have something to talk about, not because he wanted to know.

Yuna took a sip of her iced coffee before responding.

“I’m an interior designer, I often have famous celebrities as my client.” She said, feeling proud. “You know that one actor in squid game? He was my last client. Tell you what, his mansion was large, so I was very happy that I got the project.”

He tried his best not to look bored.

What does he care about celebrities? He hadn’t even watched this movie that she was talking about. But he needed to endure all this for two reasons. First, he didn’t want to be rude no matter how his inner demon wished to be. And second, to distract himself from your presence.

His only problem now is how will he hide himself from the owner of this bakery.

—

“Hey, Ning. How are you all doing?” You asked your worker working on the cashier as you entered the counter.

“We’re doing fine, Y/n. It was a bit of a hassle earlier because there were loads of customers, but it was overall doing alright. I mean, what’s a little hassle when you can earn profit, right?” Ningning said, smiling widely.

You giggled. “Yes, true. Sorry for being late, I wasn’t able to help you here. I just had something to take care of back home.”

“No, Y/n. It’s all good, you’re the boss here after all. You don’t have to worry about a single thing, we got you.” She said reassuringly, smiling softly at you.

“Yeah, Y/n. Besides, we know you’re going through something tough right now. How was everything anyway?” Sunoo, your amazing barista, asked. You sighed deeply before answering the young man.

“It’s not settled yet, our ranch is still a mess.”

“Oh, Y/n. Don’t be down like that, you’re going to get through everything sooner than you think.” You just smiled a Sunoo’s statement.

You needed money to rebuild the barn. You needed to hire new workers to manage the ranch. It could all be solved with money, but the problem is you don’t have much of it.

Ever since your parents died few years ago, your brother took over the management of the estate.

But what can Heeseung do when half of his life was into car racing? Even you don’t know how to run a ranch because your job is making different kinds of delicious bread. Before you and Heeseung could even realize it, the inheritance your parents left you both was slowly falling apart.

And now you and your brother wanted to save the precious land. You would give all the earning from the bakeshop just to make it work, but it was just wasn’t enough. You and Heeseung tried going to the banks, but they turned you down every time you tried. Your brother doesn’t want your house or land as collateral.

You were thankful for the people working for your shop as they wholeheartedly give you their support.

“Thank you for comforting my, guys. Don’t worry, if everything settles down, I’ll definitely throw a party.” They all cheered as you smiled.

You went out to fix the displays in the counter. You didn’t notice someone passing by, making you bump into them.

“I’m sorry,” You apologized, realizing that you bumped into a woman. She quickly brushed off the area you bumped into and gave you a sharp look.

“Next time, watch where you’re going.” She turned to look at the person next to her and whispered.

“Sunghoon, let’s go?”

You felt like you were turned into stone and it looks like Sunghoon felt the same way. It seems like he was frozen in place where he stood, his gaze solely fixed on you.

But it seemed like you’re mistaken because when you looked closely at the man, his face had no expression at all.

He had changed, but not really. He was still the same Sunghoon. Only stronger, leaner, harder, darker, and more attractive. It scared you, he scared you. Yet, you wanted to reach out and talk to him. But to your utter dismay, he just walked past you. And before you knew, he was long gone. Again.

Sunghoon kept telling himself that he was not a stalker, but it had been five days and this was his fifth time your bakeshop. He just couldn’t go inside. So for those five days, he contented himself with parking in front of your shop, and watching from inside his car.

When he saw you again, he had a big idea in mind, and yes, that was the reason why he kept going to your bakeshop. Sadly, he would always go home without seeing you.

He couldn’t help overhearing the conversation between you and your employees. Their table wasn’t that far from the counter so it was inevitable. He was surprised that you didn’t notice him right away. But if Sunghoon were to talk about surprising things, what he heard was even more surprising.

It looked like karma found its way to Lee Heeseung. He should be happy about it and somehow, he was.

Heeseung took something from him, someone important, so Sunghoon should take someone important from him too.

A sister for a sister. An eye for an eye.

He glanced at his watch and told himself that this should be the perfect time. He got out of his car and walked straight towards the bakeshop. It was already past eight o’clock, but the bakeshop was still almost full.

He noticed the two service crew he saw last time, staring at him, but they immediately turned their backs on him. He approached them.

“Told you, the person inside the black car that is always parked in front of the shop isn’t a bad person. Look at him, he’s too handsome to be a bad person.” He heard the girl he assumed the name was Ningning.

“Seriously? Just because someone isn’t physically attractive doesn’t mean they’re a bad person, you know? And not everyone who looks good is automatically good. You’re being too judgmental.” Sunoo rebuked.

“And what thing could he possibly do, huh?” Ningning asked sarcastically.

“Hello? Ever heard of the saying ‘looks can be deceiving’?” Sunghoon tried not to smirk. Because their backs were facing him, they weren’t able to notice him approaching a while ago.

“Excuse me?” He said, gaining attention from the two. Ningning turned around, her eyes slightly widened.

“Yes, Sir? How can we help you?” Despite the surprise, she quickly regained her composure.

Sunghoon gave her a slight smile. “Um, I’m looking for Y/n. Is she here?” He noticed the two exchanged glances as Ningning seemed a bit hesitant before responding.

“May I ask what’s your relation to Miss Y/n, Sir?”

“I’m a friend. I’d like to have a word with her.”

“Miss Y/n is still in her office.” He saw her co-worker elbowed her, but he didn’t pay much attention to it. “If you’d like, you can have a seat while waiting for her.”

“Okay, Thank you.” He said, walking around the shop to find a comfortable seat. And he couldn’t help but to overhear their conversation once again.

“Friend? Then why am I just seeing him now?”

“I don’t know. He seems nice to me even though he looks a bit harsh.”

“Oh well. Good thing Jake is not here or else he might get jealous.”

For some godforsaken reason, he found his heart tightening at the name he just heard. Who was this Jake guy that might get jealous over him? Is it your Suitor? Boyfriend? Fiance? Sunghoon clenched his jaw. Just imagining another man touching a strand of your inky black hair made him feel sick.

He sat on an empty table near the counter and patiently waited there.

“Ningning, Sunoo, I’m leaving. Will you two be alright staying?” Said the enticing voice near the counter. He glanced over and saw you there.

“Call me whenever something happened, alright? I’ll get going.”

“Oh, Y/n! someone is looking for you.” Ningning said before she forgot. Your brows furrowed as you looked Ningning with a puzzled expression.

“Who?”

Sunghoon stood up and spoke. “Me.” He watched your eyes grow wide with shock as he walked towards you. “Can we talk?”

“I… Of course.” You absent-mindedly nodded. You pointed at the room where you came from. “Let’s go to my office.”

The air tensed up the moment you both entered your office. You sat on your chair as Sunghoon took the visitor’s chair. His eyes were trained on your face while you were looking down on your lap. No one dared to speak. It was dead quiet inside the room, a silent standstill.

Sunghoon decided not to make rhings more awkward. “It’s been a while Y/n.” Great, you suck at opening conversations, man. He honestly wanted to smack himself.

You looked up and your eyes met. “Yeah, it has been a while. How are you?” You slightly smiled at him.

“I’m doing great. You? How are you? I heard your having problems at the ranch.” He paused at what he said. It made him wonder if he was rushing the conversation.

“How did you know?” You asked hesitantly. “The town is a small place, Y/n.” She firmly pressed her lips together. For someone sweet and innocent-looking, you could be fiery too.

“Yes, there’s a big problem at the ranch, but it would be solved in no time.”

“Really?” He raised an eyebrow at the intensity he heard in your voice. “According to what I’ve heard, you were having troubles finding the money needed to fix things on your ranch. So, I came here to offer a proposal.” He leaned on the chair and watched your confused face. You were always this transparent, it’s likely that you now think he’s going crazy.

“What proposal?” You asked with confusion written all over your face.

“I will lend the money you need for the ranch, but you have to marry me.” His simple answer seemed like he was just inviting you to go out ang have a picnic. You looked at him with an unreadable expression before you respond.

“I’m going to what?!”

“You heard me.” He knew it was unnecessary because she could always reach him if she wanted to. But Sunghoon still took a business card from his wallet and placed it on the table.

“I want you to think about it. Call me whenever you made up your mind.”

You stood up from your seat and looked at him with hard eyes. “If you’re just playing around like you used to do, just leave, Sunghoon. Don’t waste my time.”

He also stood up to remind you of the significant height difference you both had.

“I’m not fooling around, Y/n. I’m dead serious.”

“Then why? Why would you want to marry me?” You asked, still stunned be his offer.

“For revenge, I guess? I’ll lend your dear brother the money to help with the recovery of your ranch. But after that, you will cut ties with him. You can’t meet him nor even talk to him.” He took a deep breath before letting out the next heavy words.

“He took my sister from me, I will take you away from him. It’s my kind of revenge.”

“You’re crazy.”

“Oh, yeah?” He smirked but once again quickly turned serious. “Whose fault is that?”

“Why would you think would I agree to that?” You tilted you chin up, trying to defy him. Too bad, it was futile. The corner of his mouth went up again. “Because you’ve got no other option.”

“You’re insane.”

“Crazy? Insane? Well, maybe you could come up with something more colorful after this.” He grabbed your nape and captured you sinfully pink lips. The table wasn’t able to hinder him from giving you something that would shake your world.

—

Your heart was pounding as you proceeded to enter your house. You still couldn’t believe what just happened thirty minutes ago. The Sunghoon whom you secretly love, and the friend who suddenly left you and your brother returned to shake up your world once again.

One slap wasn’t enough for what he did to you. And he has the audacity to be the one walking out after his recklessness.

You touched your lips. Until now, you still feel the young man’s kiss and the warmth of his lips brushing against yours. It was a shocking first time and definitely a memorable one. But despite all that, you felt butterflies in your stomach.

You took a deep breath before walking to the kitchen to get something to drink. But on your way, your gaze drifted towards the study room. The room was slightly ajar. You approached and entered.

You saw your brother sitting on the swivel chair with his eyes closed. He looks beat and tired and it pained you. If there’s only something you could do to help solve this problem, you had already done it.

Then it hit you. You could do something to help you dear brother and fix the problem. Only, there was a price to pay.

It has already been ten years since Sunghoon’s sister died. Maybe it’s time for you to do something to make him forgive your brother and move on. Maybe you could at least give him a bit of happiness, maybe you could do something to bring him back to his old self.

You glanced at your brother. Please, trust me on this.

It would be hard, you knew. But you needed to do something to save them all.

“We’re here,” Sunghoon announced. “Nervous?”

You looked out the car window and surveyed the grand mansion that would become your new home. Your heart was racing, and you felt like your heartbeat was at one hundred and seventy bars per minute. You felt nauseous, your hands were badly sweating and you were having a hard time breathing.

No, you weren’t nervous. You were having an anxiety attack.

Sunghoon unbuckled your seatbelt before holding your face with both hands, waiting for to look into his eyes. His eyes were dark and sensual. Nope, it didn’t help you calm down a bit.

“Are you okay? You look pale.” He asked with concern in his voice. He felt your forehead and neck as if checking if you had a fever.

You felt electricity ran through your body because of his touch. Feeling as if you were burning, you pulled away from him and averted your gaze somewhere else.

“I’m fine. It’s just that, this was all so sudden.” You noticed his expression darken from the corner of your eyes.

“Then get used to it because you’re my wife starting today.”

Before you could even respond, he already exited the car and opened the passenger side door for you. He took the duffle bag containing a few pieces of your clothes. He then held your hand as you both walked towards the mansion.

“Don’t be so stiff, Y/n. There’s no way I would hurt you, you know?”

You knew Sunghoon was telling the truth, but it wasn’t enough to calm you down. He wouldn’t hurt you, he said. Still, he had the power to, especially now that you were married.

It all happened so fast. Just last week you were still a Lee, and you still couldn’t believe that you are now Mrs. Park.

After that night, you went to your bakery and called Sunghoon the next morning. And a week later, you were now married. No entourage, reception or whatsoever.

After the civil wedding with the judge that Sunghoon knew, you went straight to the mansion, you didn’t even manage to say goodbye to your brother who was currently not in korea.

At the mansion’s door, you were both greeted by Aunt Chul, the house keeper. Sunghoon and his sister had nannies when they were children, but they remained closest to the woman.

“Dear!” Aunt Chul greeted you as she gave you a warm hug, then gently held your face as she pulled away.

“How are you? It has been so long and you grew beautifully, Dear.”

Despite everything, you were able to put a happy and genuine smile on your face. “Thank you, Auntie. I’m doing great, and you?”

“Oh, I’m not getting any younger, dear! I think I can count the remaining black hairs I have left.” The woman joked, laughing slightly.

“You still look great, Auntie.” You smiled at her, shaking you head slightly.

“You’re still the same old playful one, aren’t you?” she teased. “Now come get inside, I prepared you both something to eat.”

She turned to Sunghoon and looked at him. “Let me take that bag, son.”

“Oh, no. We can handle this, Auntie. Thank you.” He said embracing the elderly person.

“My wife and I are just going to have a talk before we eat.” You froze when you heard him say the word ‘wife’. Yes, there’s no mistaking it. You really are Park Sunghoon’s wife.

When you glanced at the woman, there’s not a trace of surprise marred her serene face, which puzzled you.

“Alright, you know where to go when you two want to eat.” She smiled softly.

Sunghoon guided you upstairs to the room where you’re staying.

The room was definitely Sunghoon, very neat and manly. The walls were painted white, accommodating the rich hue of the big bed and built-in cabinets. Everything was well placed and clean.

“You may find my room dull and boring.” He said as he placed your bag on the side of the dresser. “But you may refurnish it however you like. Have the walls painted, the curtains changed. Just don’t put too much pink.”

You blushed at what he said, you were a girl who has a deep obsession with color pink ever since. And it seems like he still remembers that about you. But as much as you wanted to renovate the room and make it appear more your style, you wouldn’t do so. You liked the room as it was.

You didn’t notice Sunghoon approaching, so you gasped when you felt your husband pulling you by the waist closer to him.

“Let’s talk.”

“Y-yes, of course – Sunghoon!” You let out a small scream as the strong man lifted you up, and you had no choice but to wrap your arms around his shoulders.

“Sunghoon, what the hell are you doing?”

“I was supposed to carry you over the threshold, but I knew that you would snap at me if Aunt Chul sees us.” He answered with a gorgeous grin on his face. For a minute, he looked like the boy you used to know.

The guy you used to love.

But no matter how handsome the young man appeared to you now, you still couldn’t stop the seething the anger in your heart towards him.

“And you think I wouldn’t do that now? I did that once before, I could do it again.”

“Oh, trust me. I’m more prepared this time.” He said with a twinkle in his eyes. He dropped you onto the bed and hovered above you. You gasped for air when you felt his hard body on top of yours. You were sure that when you entered this room, the AC was on, but for some reason the air became thick and hot and filled with desire.

“I t-thought we’re going to talk?” Your voice was shaky and far different from you challenging voice earlier.

“We are. We’ll talk like this.” He lowered his head and nestled into your neck. You had never been intimate with any man. This was new to you. Your heart was beating wildly and you afraid Sunghoon would hear it.

You felt so warm, it was as if your bones were melting. It felt good to be this close to him. And he had been hugging you for a while now. He was the only man who could make you feel extreme emotions.

“I told them about us.” You heard him mumble, his hot breath licking your cold neck.

“You… what?” You asked, disoriented.

“I told everyone in this house about us. Even my dad that’s currently in Japan.” He lifted his head and looked at you as if you as if he wanted to know what you were thinking, if not to absorb your very soul.

“You told them about our agreement?”

“No, I only told them that we were getting married. That I couldn’t wait about Dad’s arrival. That we saw each other again, and instantly fell in love. So make sure to be a loving wife to me, especially in front of them.”

As if he needed to say it. “Of course. But I hope you don’t forget about the other part of the agreement. The money, Sunghoon. I need it.”

“I didn’t forget about that. I’ll give it to your brother as soon as I see him.”

“Glad to hear tha—“

Sunghoon slowly lowered his head, your eyes widened. “Wait, what are you-“

“You’re mine, Y/n. Including your body.” He said with his tempting mouth.

You wanted to stop him and tell him to stop what he was doing, but no words came out of your lips. Instead, a sound coming from your stomach halted your husband’s advances. You didn’t know whether to feel embarrassed or thankful. You were saved, not by the bell, but by your tummy.

God! Sunghoon didn’t need to smile, amusement was in his eyes.

“Maybe we should eat first.” Sunghoon withdrew from being pressed against you, stood up, and extended his hand towards you.

“Come.” You hesitantly took his hand and stood up as well, feeling quite embarrassed.

“Do you still know the way to the dining room?” He asked as you refused to meet his gaze, just nodding in response.

“Do you mind going there alone? I just needed to call someone. I’ll join you in a few minutes.”

You just nodded again and quickly left the room. Usually, after the wedding comes the honeymoon. Or in your case, funnymoon.

—

The moment you—or rather, his wife—stepped outside, Sunghoon finally let go of the smile he had been holding back.

Yes, you had become matured and become tough over the past few years, but in many ways, you still hadn’t really changed. You were still funny, cute, adorable, and his.

His previously bright face was now replaced by a blank expression. Finally, Heeseung would experience what it was like to lose someone important to him. The only difference is that no one would die.

He wouldn’t hurt you, at least, not intentionally ang physically. Never. Heeseung was still lucky that Sunghoon had some semblance of a heart left.

All he wanted was to emotionally torture him. He would make his heart bleed in sorrow, until he would beg him to stop.

And that would start now.

He picked up his phone and dialed a number. On the third ring, the person he was trying to reach answered.

“Yes, hello?”

His grip on the device tightened upon hearing the voice of the man he despises.

“Heeseung.”

He could taste the bitterness in his own voice. The man on the other line wasn’t able to respond immediately, so he continued.

“I heard you’re not in korea right now.”

“No, I’m not. What do you need, Sunghoon?”

He asked directly, without preamble.

Nothing, you’re the one who’s going to need something from me.

“Nothing, really. But if I were you, I’d go back to korea right now.”

He could already see the furrow on his former friend’s face. Soon he would face his range, but instead of being afraid, he would actually be glad to see it.

“What do you mean by that?”

“It’s Y/n. She left your house and she’s with me now. Too bad you weren’t there when she left.”

It was a shame for Sunghoon the he couldn’t see firsthand how the person on the other line is reacting.

He bet it would be priceless.

“You son of a bitch. What did you do to her?!”

He heard the grinding of his interlocutor’s teeth making him chuckle sarcastically.

“You asshole!”

“Yeah, Heeseung. Curse me all you want, but I’ll make sure that you will never get see your sister again. I will make you pay for all the things you did. Prepare yourself because I will take you to the hell you put me through.”

He ended the call. With his hands shaking, he exhaled sharply. He forced himself to calm down before he began to walk out of the room.

Maybe he shouldn’t have gone to the dining room just yet. He’s still feeling the anger coursing through his body, and he didn’t want anyone to see him like that, especially you.

But when he saw your beautiful face with a smile plastered on it while chatting with Aunt Chul, the heavy emotions enveloping him suddenly dissipated.

While looking at you glowing face, he lost the bitterness and pain that he had been feeling. Your bright smile simply made the pain go away. He was certain of what he was feeling. About his fear ang pain going away.

He took a deep breath once again ang approached the two, specifically you. He leaned down and kissed you on the forehead, disregarding the watchful eyes of the elderly person nearby.

“What are you two talking about?” He asked. Aunt Chul smiled at him and seemed to chat with him like a child.

“I never knew Y/n had a bakeshop in town. If I’m not mistaken, one of the helpers bought the bread I liked there. Turns out Y/n was the owner.”

He sat beside you and held your hand, giving it a tight squeeze. “Yeah, her pastries and sweets are indeed famous in town.” He stated, smiling proudly.

“Y/n also told me the she hasn’t had a boyfriend. She had suitors, but didn’t accept any of them.” The woman gossiped.

“Auntie!” You playfully reprimanded the her.

Sunghoon threw a glance at you. “Oh?”

His face lit up, secretly smiling to himself. So it was likely that the guy named Jake whom your employees were referring to was you suitor. He suddenly felt relieved. He glanced at your plate that is still empty.

“You haven’t eaten yet?” He asked you as you shook your head in response.

“Not yet. I was busy chatting with auntie.”

“Tell you what, Sunghoon. Your wife was just really waiting for you to come here.” Aunt Chul remarked.

“Alright, I’ll leave you two love birds alone to enjoy your food.”

Once the two of you were left alone, Sunghoon couldn’t help but let a smile spread across his face.

“So, you were waiting for me, huh?” He said teasingly.

“I wasn’t waiting for you. The conversation with Auntie just really hit the spot.”

“Yeah, sure. Let’s eat.”

They ate in silence. You sat beside him quietly with your head bowed as you eat. You were like some kind of a shy teenager sitting next to her crush.

Sunghoon smiled a little as he remembered their happy memories. You were just like this back then when you two are being teased together. You would blush furiously and he just enjoy the teasing.

“I’ll go upstairs to take a shower ang get changed.” You said after he was done eating.

But before you could fully stand up, he pulled you back into the chair and bestowed a gentle kiss on your lips.

“Please don’t tempt me like that.” Your eye widened and your lips parted in surprise. Your face reddened and he couldn’t stop himself from grinning. You quickly stood up and rushed away from him.

Well, it was useless since no matter what you do, you were already his. Nothing could ever separate you from him, not even your brother.

Sunghoon’s smile faded, and his eyes grew cold.

You would be forever his, and you had no idea of what the future lies ahead of you.

an eye for an eye — p.sh

pairing: park sunghoon x fem!reader

genre: revenge, angst, smut, fluff

synopsis: Sunghoon nurtured a profound animosity towards his childhood friend, Lee Heeseung, blaming him for his sister's death. To Sunghoon, his sister was the only person who had genuinely loved him, making Heeseung's perceived betrayal unforgivable. This deep resentment sparked an intense desire for revenge, driving Sunghoon to extreme measures to achieve it. But to what extent would he go to find satisfaction in his vengeance against Lee Heeseung? Would his plans unfold smoothly, or would everything take an unexpected turn, throwing his schemes into something he didn’t expect.

word count: 8.1k

warnings: smut MDNI! unprotected sex, fingering, fake marriage, kidnapping (kinda), possessive hoon, swearing, mentions of death, hoon has detachment issues, depression. (typographical errors)

an eye for an eye: part 2 - masterlist

Where are you going?” Sunghoon asked you as he entered your room. He saw your reflection from the mirror in front. There was a knot in his forehead as if knew something that displeased him.

You stopped combing your hair as you sigh. Last night was bad enough. You both were sharing the same room. You didn’t sleep well enough to the fear that he might creep up on you.

“I have a shop to run, Sunghoon. I have something to take care of at work.”

“There’s no need for that. I’ll hire someone to manage your business.”

You turned to look at him. “You don’t expect me to just be here all day.”

“Actually, I do.” He picked up an envelope that was laying on the side table. “You don’t need to work. I could provide you with everything.” You took a deep breath as if drawing upon a thousand reserves of patience.

“I need to bake, Sunghoon. I want to bake.”

“Well, if you miss doing that, just go to the kitchen. You have everything you need there. You could even bake with Aunt Chul’s help.”

“But—“

“It’s still a no, Y/n.” He already left the room before you could even say anything. You were left staring blankly at the closed door.

This can’t be happening! You quickly exited the room and looked for Sunghoon. As you decended the great staircase, you saw him entering the study room. Sitting on his swivel chair while looking so irritatingly handsome.

“Is this part of your revenge, Sunghoon? Taking my love for baking away from me?”

He gave you a deadpan look. “No.” Sunghoon answered then continued scanning the documents he was holding.

You sigh exasperatedly then sat on the chair in front of his table. You forcefully hit the table to get his attention. “Sunghoon, it wasn’t part of our agreement that I wouldn’t be allowed to enter my own shop.”

You explained, your voice filled with restraint. “I love my work. I love baking. I need to be there.”

Your husband leaned back on his chair, feeling your intense gaze piercing through him. “There’s a big chance you brother would come looking for you there. Which I don’t want to happen. So you’re not going anywhere.”

“But—” You were about to say something when your gaze shot to the door as it suddenly opened.

“What the fuck is going on?” Your brother Heeseung’s voice echoed inside Sunghoon’s room.

You quickly stood up from your seat and stared at your brother with wide eyes. You weren’t expecting him to barge in especially since you knew he wasn’t in korea.

“See for yourself, Lee.” Your husband responded with a blank face.

“Shut the fuck up, I’m not talking to you.” Heeseung complained angrily and turned to you. “What is this? Why are you here Y/n? Why are you with him? Damn it!”

“I…” Your lips quivered. “We got married, Hee. Sunghoon and I got married.”

“No. You’ve got to be kidding me.” His brown furrowed. “What were you thinking, Y/n? Why did you marry him?! You didn’t even consult me about it, for Pete’s sake!” He was clearly stressed out.

“I-it was all so sudden. I wasn’t able to tell you because—”

“Did he threaten you? Hurt you?” He approached you and lifted up your chin to scan your face to see if you’re okay. Your brother looked really worried. Scared, even.

You heard Sunghoon chuckled sarcastically. “Hurt her? Oh, I’m not quite sure if I want to hear that from the person who did something more than that.”

Heeseung gave him a dark look. “You son of a—”

“Stop it, Hee!” You restrained him just as he was about to charge at Sunghoon. “Don’t hurt him. I’m married to him now and I love him.”

“Bullshit!” He shouted, causing you to step back at the intensity of his anger in his voice. Your brother looked furious and dangerous, as if he was ready to kill someone.

He grabbed your wrist and draggedyou towards the door. “I’m taking you home with me.”

“I’m afraid that’s not possible.” Sunghoon approached you both and grabbed your waist, forcefully pulling you away from your brother. You could feel his warm and hard body against yours.

“She’s my wife, Lee. And she’s staying here with me whether you like it or not.”

“Damn you.” Heeseung clenched his fist, fighting the urge to punch your husband.

“Please, Hee.” You pleaded. You believed that you were doing the right thing. You were doing this for the two most important people in your life. ‘I’m okay here. Don’t worry about me.”

Your brother pressed his lips firmly. “I promise to get you out of here, Y/n. And I’ll make sure that this bastard pays for this.” He assured you, looking at his childhood friend with a stern look.

“Oh?” Sunghoon smiled, but there was no trace of humor in his expression. “Please, go ahead. Entertain me.”

With heavy strides, her brother left the room ang slammed the door. You tried breaking free from Sunghoon once you were sure that your brother had left. But he refused to let you go. He tilted your chin up and looked straight into your eyes. His cold and dark eyes reminded her of danger, and your knees started to weaken.

“Did you see what happened? It would be a total chaos if you and your brother see each other. Especially since it happened in front of me.” He loosened his grip on you.

“So don’t get your hopes up, Y/n, because I assure you that nothing—no one—not even your brother, can separate us.”

If only they were a normal couple, in a way you would take his words a sweet promise.

“You’re stuck with me, forever.” He breathed.

And without any warning, he captured your lips, in a hot and mind-blowing kiss.

—

You’ve been in the bathtub for almost an hour now without having any intentions of getting up. Your mind seems to be drowning in deep thoughts about what happened earlier.

Seeing Sunghoon and you brother at each other’s throats was not a good sight. Hearing their heated conversation didn’t do your heart any good either. It’s like the two of them were about to fight in boxing arena earlier.

You sighed heavily and poked the rubber ducky in the tub. You immersed yourself even more until the water level reached your nose.

You have other concerns right now. The night came and you’re starting to freak out because you’re once again going to sleep in the same bed with ‘husband’.

You remembered him saying,

“You are mine, Y/n. Including your body.”

It’s true that money was the main reason why you two got married. But that doesn’t change the fact that you are legally married and he could do whatever he pleased to do to you.

You agreed to give yourself to him in exchange for the money that he would lend for your estate.

It’s just cliché if you think about it. The handsome and wealthy wanted wanted the woman in exchange for his help in saving their sinking business. But in the end, the man falls in-love with the woman because of her beauty and kindness. You giggled, finding the story a bit funny rather than romantic.

But deep inside, you knew that the story was way far from your story with Sunghoon. The reason why he wanted you was crystal clear.

He wanted revenge.

And you were happened to be the one he chose to get back at your brother. But you couldn’t bring yourself to deny the fact that you still loved him the same way you did back then.

“Y/n?” You flinched when you heard Sunghoon’s voice calling for you. “You’ve been there for over an hour already. Get out or I’ll break this goddamn door.”

Your eyes widened as you quickly stood up from the bathtub. “Wait!” You grabbed the towel and hurriedly dried your body.

Sunghoon started to count. Damn it, when did he get so impatient?

Panicking, you wrapped the towel at your slightly damped body and opened the door, slightly annoyed.

You were greeted by Sunghoon’s tall figure, and you felt yourself melting under the intensity of his gaze upon you.

Despite your height of five seven, you still felt small in comparison to his towering figure. He looked vey godly in his naturally pale skin, dark hair, and strong muscular body. He was staring down at you, his eyes dark and intense with lust.

You tightened your grip on the fabric that is barely covering your still wet body. You could feel the water dripping from your hair, down to your skin. It was quite strange that you didn’t feel any coldness. Sunghoon’s stare was scorching hot.

You absentmindedly licked you lower lip with your tongue. The man’s eyes turned black and desire heated your blood.

He moved closer, grabbing you by your waist and gave you a hot kiss; sucking not only your energy but also your soul. Your hand automatically went to his neck while the other tried to touch his hard chest; taking his warmth, feeling him, loving him.

“Y/n…” His voice was rough and growly. He held your waist and pressed both your bodies even closer together. You gasped when you felt his readiness. The peaks of your breasts instantly hardened and you felt hot liquid pooled in your core.

You tried to deepen the kiss. He suddenly lifted you up without ever breaking the kiss as he carried you towards the bed. He gently laid you down on the bed while you continued to share a passionate and sloppy kiss.

A protest escaped from your mouth when Sunghoon stopped kissing you. You focused your blurry eyes and found him slowly undressing himself in front of the bed.

He was seductively taking his clothes off, obviously teasing you. The desire in his eyes were evident. You felt that he could also see it in your eyes. You glanced down at him and you gulped. Could you even handle that? He was big, hard, and powerful.

You were scared, but you were also eager to have him inside you at the same time.

He joined you in the bed. He hovered above you ang captured your lips once again. Feeling lightheaded from the sensation you felt, you barely noticed as Sunghoon effortlessly removed the towel that was covering your heated body.

You gasped when you felt his big hands moulding your soft yet heavy breasts. His lips travelled down your neck and sucked on your sensitive skin.

“S-sunghoon—I…

” You involuntarily pulled at his hair as he lowered his mouth to your breasts. He took the pinkish tip and sucked on it like a baby. He mercilessly played with your nipple while all you could do was moan helplessly. It felt so good and you wanted more.

His lips went back to your mouth and sucked your tongue while his hands were roaming around your delicate curves. The warmth of his hands made your nerves sizzle. You could feel the blazing desire for each other consuming you, separating you from the real world.

Unable to resist, you also explored his body with your hands. You started touching his chest down to his delicious abs. You heard him hiss when you touched his raging manhood.

“Fuck,” Sunghoon cursed under his breath. He opened his eyes and saw you looking at him with lust in your eyes.

You wanted to pleasure him and make him go crazy, just as he did to you. You started to move your hand up and down his thick and swollen shaft. You could hear his heavy breathing and it encouraged you to continue what you were doing. You have never felt so powerful ang sexy in your whole existence.

“I won’t last long if you keep doing that. I may not be able to satisfy you, baby.” He said as you wrapped your Legs around his waist, forcefully pressing your bodies together. You moaned when you felt his huge manhood pressing on your lower abdomen. “Then, take me now.”

“You’re not ready yet..”

“Oh, but I am. I am all ready for you, Sunghoon.” You shamelessly answered. All you knew was that you wanted him to take you completely and repeatedly.

Sunghoon bit his bottom lip as his eyes blazed with desire for you. He rubbed his thick shaft on your wet and waiting core and you couldn’t help but to quiver at the contact.

“Please...” You whispered pleadingly.

Without a word, Sunghoon spread your thighs, exposing the most intimate part of your body to him. Your cheeks burn and you tried to hide your face into the pillow, but he didn’t allow it.

“Don’t, you’re beautiful.” He said, gently caressing your cheeks.

Sunghoon positioned himself between your legs as you readied yourself for your first intimate union. You looked at him with plead with a gasp leaving your lips in anticipation.

In one heavy thrust, he entered you. Sunghoon kissed you hard to contain your sobs and to help subside the pain. You could feel him throbbing inside you, waiting for you to adjust to his size.

“I’ll go slow,” he whispered on your lips.

You shook your head. You wanted to feel his possessiveness and carnal desire towards you. You wanted him fast and deep inside of you because if not, you would definitely go crazy. You lifted your hips, subtly deepening his conscience.

“Fuck!” He cursed hotly. He firmly gripped your waist, restraining you. “Don’t do that.”

“Please, Sunghoon. I want you.” Your incredibly gorgeous man inhaled sharply then kissed you hard on the mouth. His tongue toyed with yours, seeking for your sweet and wild taste. Your hands roamed around his body, from his perfect six-pack to his sexy ass.

Sunghoon started to move again and you eagerly met his long and deep thrust. You could feel him stretching you the walls of your insides. The pain was now replaced with pleasure. Cries and sobs filled the room. You could hear the sound of his flesh slamming against yours.

“Baby…” He was taking her ruthlessly. Rough and fast. You tried to match his pace and intensity.

You could feel him brutally sliding in and out of you, the pleasure made you shiver and you couldn’t help but to ask for more. You tightly wrapped your legs around his waist to allow him to penetrate deeper inside you. You wanted all of him, wanting to give him all of you in return.

“Sunghoon..” You could feel your release coming. You grabbed his neck and kissed him deeply. “I’m cumming!”

“Me too, baby.” He panted.

“Me too..” You clung into each other as if your lives depended on one another.

Together, you both reached the joy brought by your solitude. You were still experiencing minor shivers pleasure when Sunghoon kissed again, fully taking your breath away. You kissed him back and embraced him tightly.

You wondered if you could ever own him the same way he owned your—heart, body, and soul.

You woke up by the feeling of small kisses prepping against your back. You gasped when you felt Sunghoon suck your neck.

“Good morning,” He whispered into your ear. You turned to greet him back but he was fast to capture your lips. He tasted so good it was hard for you to suppress a moan. But before things could get any further, Sunghoon pulled away. That’s when you noticed that he was already showered, dressed, and he looked like a meal.

You bit your lip, staring at him.

“Good morning.” You blushingly greeted. He reached out and planted one last kiss on your forehead.

Sunghoon, what are we?

“I need to get out, I just have something to take care of. I’ll be back before dinner.” He stood away from the bed.

“See you later.”

Okay. I love you. But you didn’t say that and just nodded in response.

You got out of bed as soon as he left. Your face flashed as soon as you realized that you were naked. You grabbed the bathrobe and wore it, remembering the times you and Sunghoon shared sexual moments in the past night. Your body ached but it was nothing because your lovemaking last night was heavenly.

But before you could completely dwell in the memories, you headed towards the bathroom to soak in warm water.

After taking a bath, you went to the kitchen to see if Aunt Chul was there. And you immediately smiled upon seeing her.

“Oh, dear, you’re here! Looks like you slept well last night, huh?” She said with a hint of teasing. You wrinkled your nose and looked away with an embarrassed face.

“Are you up to something, Auntie?”

“Oh, it’s nothing much. I’m just making a list of groceries to buy. You should to the garden, Dear. Have your breakfast with Mr. Park there. I’ll bring the food for the both of you.”

You paused upon hearing what she said. “M-Mr. Park is here?”

“Yes, he arrived earlier this morning,” She said while inspecting the grocery list.

“He must have been eager to come home as soon as he found out about you and Sunghoon getting married. After all these years, who would’ve known that you two would really end up together, right?” She continued when you weren’t able to respond immediately.

“By the way, I heard from one of the helpers that your brother came here yesterday.” Her eyes settled on you softly. “It’s good that he and Sunghoon have reconciled. Thank you, Dear. You managed to bring them back together.” You smiled wryly.

You couldn’t say that there was a price to pay for your marriage to Sunghoon. That your brother and husband nearly killed each other when they met yesterday. Where were all the people here yesterday? It was impossible that no one heard the constant shouting. Or maybe they were just quiet and only talked amongst themselves when they’re alone.

“Oh, it was nothing.” You added despite the nervousness you felt.

“Then what are you still doing here, Dear? You should go ahead and meet with Mr. Park.” She nudges you.

“Don’t bother bringing the food there, Auntie. I’ll be back here shortly.” You said before turning away.

Your heart pounded faster. It’s natural to feel nervous, especially when facing your father-in-law, right? If Mr. Park’s late wife were still alive, your nervousness might be even more intense.

Like Sunghoon, his father exudes an authoritative aura. Dominant. Yes, you sometimes saw glimpses of him when you were children, but he would only stare at you with his gaze and turn away.

You swallowed hard when you saw him.

“Come here, child. Have a seat.” You moved closer and sat on the chair that is opposite to him. “Good day, Mr. Park.”

“Dad,” he corrected, causing you to blush. “Good day to you too, Dear. How are you?” Something about the old man had changed. He seemed more approachable now. He was easier to talk to and his once sharp eyes was now softer.

“I’m doing great, D-dad. How about you?”

“Well now that my son is married, I feel more at ease now.” He answered, smiling. “I was planning to matchmake Sunghoon with another woman, but it seems it was no longer necessary.”

You stomach knotted at the thought of Sunghoon marrying someone else.

“I’m so glad that he married you. He deserves to be happy after everything that he had been through.”

Your eyes softened at his words.

“Sohyun’s death really hit him hard.” You said with hint of sadness in your voice.

“Yes, but that’s just one part of the story.”

“What do you mean by that?” Confusion took over you.

Mr. Park sighed heavily.

“Are you sure you want to hear it?” You hesitated but still nodded.

“You do know that Sunghoon is my illegitimate, right? It was a shock that he just suddenly appeared in our lives. We didn’t know what to do and what to feel about it. My wife, of course, hated him, and so did my parents. Even I wasn’t been a good father to him. Almost everyone knew that he was my illegitimate child, but you didn’t know that he wasn’t loved and accepted.”

You looked down in shocked, unable to look at you father-in-law in the eyes.

“I remembered, when he was a kid, he would just shut himself inside his room and wouldn’t talk to anybody. The only person who accepted and loved him was his sister, Sohyun. He changed because of her. That’s why losing her caused him so much pain.”

He took a deep breath as if drawing strength from it to continue.

“And when her sister died, he became even colder than before. And I wasn’t able to do anything for him.”

You just looked down. You didn’t know what to say. Now you understand why Sunghoon’s anger to your brother was so intense. Sohyun was Sunghoon’s salvation.

Yes, you know how painful it is to lose someone you love, but you weren’t able to consider how big of a loss his sister's absence would be for him. Especially since Sunghoon thinks that only his sister Sohyun was the only person who loved him.

You’re not denying that your brother had his faults in what happened, but it was all an accident.

You wanted to help Sunghoon. You wanted him to go back to the way he was, but how will you do that?

You can no longer bring back the one person that Sunhoon treasured the most.

Your hopes to bring back the man you love was slowly shattering to pieces. You knew you can’t heal the deep wound he had in his heart. You didn’t have that power. You would never have that power. Him seeing you would always make him remember the pain that he felt back then.

He could never move on with you around. He would never be happy.

Mr. Park took your hands and you looked at him. His eyes were read, and as if he were to close them, tears would fall from it.

“I don’t know why and how it happened, but I’m thankful that you met again and that my son and your brother finally reconciled. I saw life in his eyes earlier and I got the feeling that he was back once again to his old self. Thank you, Y/n.”

You felt a lump in your throat and you were having a hard time breathing. Your heart ached and your eyes hurt.

You wanted to shake your head and tell your father-in-law that his son still resents your brother. That he shouldn’t be grateful because you can’t help Sunghoon forget the painful past and his resentment towards your brother.

Memories flooded in your mind, memories you’d tried try to forget. Things that only you and your brother knew. Sunghoon is completely mistaken.

“Dear, are you okay?” The worried man tried to gently gain your attention. You swallowed to clear the lump in your throat. Your eyes were stinging but you put on a brave face.

“Oh, I’m fine, Dad. Don’t worry.”

“Are you sure?” He asked, clearly not convinced.

“Yes. If you may excuse me.” He nodded. “Alright, dear. You go eat breakfast.” You smiled and turned away to walk towards the house.

It was a big mistake that you married Sunghoon. You weren’t sure where to begin to make things right.

Heeseung stared at him with narrowed eyes, scrutinizing him. Sunghoon handed him the check for the agreed-upon amount that you had with him.

“I don’t need your charity.” Heeseung said, looking at the check that was in Sunghoon’s hands with disdain. “You should leave before I hurt you.”

Sunghoon placed the check on the table and pushed it towards him.

“I don’t care if you accept this or not. I don’t care if you continue to suffer. But would you let your sister’s sacrifice go to waste just because of your worthless pride?”

“Damn you! I knew it! My sister wouldn’t dare to marry without a significant reason.” Sunghoon clenched his fist at what your brother told him. He hated Heeseung with a passion, but that seemed to intensify upon hearing what he said.

“So, that’s why she married you. You promised to give us money. I don’t need your money, Sunghoon. Give me back my sister!”

“Y/n is already married to me. And I’m not sorry to say this but I’m not returning her back to you.”

Heeseung stood up and went close to Sunghoon angrily.

“You piece of shit! And what are you planning to do? Take her away from me to completely hurt me? Don’t you dare lay a finger on her, she has nothing to do with the problem between us!”

“I know that. But I also know that keeping her away from you will make you suffer.” He laughed sarcastically.

“So what? You want me to die of sadness and guilt? It that what you want? Then let me tell you this, Sunghoon. You are just wasting your time because I already died a decade ago.” Heeseung took a deep breath.

“So please, If you’re just going to hurt my sister—”

“Oh, I’m not going to hurt her physically, Heeseung. I’ll just—you know? Make fer fall for me and make her my own personal slave.”

“You bastard…” Heeseung could barely speak out of anger.

“Ah, Heeseung. I’ve known that for a long time now.” Sunghoon laughed.

“My sister would never fall for someone like you. Your cheap trick won’t work on her. And before you even execute your plan, I’ll make sure that I’ve already taken her back from you.”

“Hmm… We’ll see.”

He turned away to leave. He had no intention of hurting you. He didn't want to make you fall in love with him and lead you on for nothing. But he needed to say those to infuriate your brother.

Sunghoon thought he would feel satisfied after what he’d done, but what he felt was far from satisfaction. This wasn't what he had expected. He felt defeated and sadder than before.

He got into the car and looked at the image of your house from a distance. The image of sweet little Y/n waving at him whenever it was time for him to go home appeared so vividly in his mind.

‘My sister would never fall for someone like you.’

The pain it caused shot straight to his heart. His lips formed into a thin line. Sunghoon felt the intense frustration and anger.

“Fuck!” He slammed his hands on the steering wheel of his car and took a deep breath. He forced himself to calm down before starting the car and speeded away from the place.

—

Sunghoon caught a sight of you in front of the closet, organizing your clothes. You looked troubled that you didn’t even notice his presence. Your eyes were focused on the clothes you were holding but your mind seemed far away. Sunghoon came close to you. He hugged you from behind, seeking your heat and filling his lungs with your addicting scent.

The moment he felt your soft body, the anger inside him vanished. But in his surprise, you quickly broke free from his embrace and moved away. His gaze immediately sought your face, and he saw fear in your eyes. He felt a punch on his gut and heat spread in his body.

“Good evening. Have you eaten?” His voice was low and cold. He restrained himself from reaching out to hug you again.

You avoided his gaze and continues to focus on what you were doing. “Yeah, I already ate. I’m sorry if I wasn’t able to wait for you.”

He didn’t know why he saw fear in your eyes. He also had no idea why his wife was acting like this when they were just doing fine earlier this morning. But there’s on this he was sure of. He was hurt by you actions.

“I’m sorry for coming home late. I had to talk to the workers earlier about harvesting mangoes tomorrow.” He explained

When you met his gaze again, Sunghoon wished you hadn’t done that at all, because your lifeless eyes further convinced him that something is definitely wrong.

“Ah, I see. It’s better if you eat dinner so you can rest early,” you said as you closed the closet after you finished tidying up. You faced him.

“I’ll be at the library for a while.”

“I already gave the money to you brother.” He suddenly said, making you flinch. “We also talked earlier. More like argues and accused each other… But as you can see, I don’t have bruises, so I can say that we didn’t get physical.” He couldn’t focus on anything else as he was focused of trying to figure you out.

“I see,” You replied shortly. “Okay, I’ll leave you alone for now.” You turned away and Sunghoon couldn’t stop himself from grabbing your arm and forcibly turning you to face him.

“What’s wrong, Y/n?” You avoided his eyes and it upset him even more.

“Nothing, I’m just missing the bakery. I’m not comfortable with someone else managing it.” You removed his hand that was holding you. “Clean yourself up before you eat.”

You began to walk out of the room. All he could do was watch your retreating back.

He remembered Heeseung’s words that you could never love someone like him.

After a long time, Sunghoon felt scared. No matter what he says or how hard he tries to hide, the truth will still come for him and slap him hard in the face.

He didn’t just marry you for the sake of revenge. He didn’t simply want you. He needed you like air and sunshine. He loved you.

And the thought that you couldn't love a person like him was like poison, it was slowly killing him.

His sister Sohyun was making a flower necklace and little Sunghoon would just watch her. He was like a rabbit surrounded by colorful butterflies. It was quite fun to watch.

He turned away from his sister and looked around. They were under the biggest and oldest mango tree on the farm. The shade was refreshing. The leaves of the tree underneath were bright grees, and the sun was shining brightly.

He wasn’t used to such places. It’s like he wants to go back in his room and hide. But for some reason, Sunghoon felt safe.

“What are you thinking about, Hoonie?” His sister noticed that his thoughts had gone far once again.

“Are you thinking about locking yourself in your room again?”

He didn’t respond and she continued. “Didn’t I tell you that I’ll protect you from the bad people? You don’t need to be scared and hide away. I’m always here by your side, you know?”

He felt her smile even though he wasn’t looking at her. He acted as if no one was there and that he didn’t hear anything.

His sister chuckled.

“Don’t you know that there are scarier monsters in the dark, like in your room? They eat children who are always alone. So, if I were you, I would always stay outside and be in the light. If you don’t, the monsters will come and eat you alive. Do you want that to happen?”

No. He didn’t want that. He was afraid of monsters and didn’t want them to eat him.

“So, remember this, okay?” Even if I’m not by your side, all you need to do is find the light. And I promise you, you will be okay.”

He’ll be okay? Is it that why he feels safe when he’s here outside? Is it that why he feels relaxed while the fresh wind fills the bottom of the sun?

If that the case, maybe his sister is right. He shouldn’t stay in the dark and hide himself.

A small smile crept onto his lips. He glanced at his sister, but all the remained under the tree was the flowers she had been holding earlier.

Sunghoon woke up and realized that it was all just a dream. It was a scene years ago where he and his sister were still young.

Light. ‘Just find the light and you’ll be okay’.

Y/n….

He reached for the other side of the bed to pull you closer, but his hand found no body. He sprang up from the bed, his heart pounding when he saw that you weren’t there.

Exhausted, he had fallen asleep quickly last night and hadn’t noticed whether you laid beside him or not.

He usually woke early, but today you had beaten him to it. He was no longer accustomed to waking up without seeing your face first thing in the morning.

He hurriedly got up and checked the bathroom. You weren’t there. He went downstairs to see if you were in the living room, but you weren’t there either. You also weren’t in the dining room nor the kitchen when he checked.

‘My sister would never fall for someone like you.’

“Fuck!” He harshly ran his fingers through his hair. His body shook. He felt helpless. You couldn’t have left him.

No, not you. If you left—

“Sunghoon?” He felt disappointed when he heard Aunt Chul’s voice instead of yours. “What happened to you? Are you okay?”

“Have you seen Y/n?” Sunghoon asked, about to lose his mind. Confusion was evident on the older woman’s face.

“She’s at the garden, having coffee with your father.” Aunt Chul explained.

Sunghoon’s rapidly beating hard gradually slowed. His breathing turned to normal. He thanked the elderly woman and then left the kitchen. In less than a minute, he was already in the garden. The sunlight greeted him first before he saw a familiar figure.

You were really there…

You were standing in front of a bed of roses and glowing beautifully under the bright sun. He let out a deep breath before approaching you. He pulled your waist and planted a kiss on your temple, not minding his father who was sitting not far from you.

He gently moved away from you before intently looking at your face. ‘Good morning.”

“Ah… G-good morning.” Perhaps due to surprise, your tongue got all twisted. Your cheeks turned red.

His father cleared his throat. “Well, good morning to you, Sunghoon. You two go ahead and have breakfast; I’ll head up to my room,”

“Aren’t you going to join us for breakfast, Dad?” you asked quickly. The panic in your voice did not escape Sunghoon’s notice.

The old man smiled at you, which surprised Sunghoon. In all the years he had been with his father, it seemed like the first time he smiled like that in front of him. And when did you start calling his father ‘Dad’?

“I’m fine with coffee and the newspaper, Dear. Enjoy your breakfast.” he said before entering the mansion. Before you could follow the old man, Aunt Chul arrived with breakfast. Another helper following her, carrying drinks.

Aunt Chul set the breakfast of the glass table and tidied up Mr. Park’s coffee area. “There’s rice, meat, and some side dishes. There’s also fresh orange juice and hot coffee. Do you need anything else?”

“No, Auntie Chul. Thank you.” Sunghoon nodded to the woman. She smiled and left with the helper.

He returned his attention to you. “Are we just going to stare at each other? Come—” You stepped back, and his hand stopped in mid-air as he tried to hold you. His jaw clenched, and he lowered his hand.

“Let’s eat.”

As you both sat down to eat, you ate quietly. He glanced at you every no and then, you still looked seemingly lost in thought like last night. He wanted to press you to tell him what was bothering you. But he’s afraid you might get scared and would move away completely.

“When did you become so close with Dad?” Sunghoon asked. You stopped eating and looked at him.

“We’re not that close, we just had a chance to talk and chat yesterday.” Sunghoon nodded and drank some orange juice before responding.

“Really? Is my pathetic childhood part of that?” He joked. You didn't know about that part of his life, and it's unlikely that his father would tell you about it.

“Yes.” His eyes quickly focused on you.

“He told me everything. How he regrets not having done anything for you before. That he regretted being an awful father to you. He said he disappointed you because he wasn’t a good father.”

Sunghoon stared at you. “Oh, really?” He tightened his grip on the cutlery that he was holding.

“Yes, really. I know you have a lot of resentment towards your dad, and I don’t blame you for that. But I felt his pain when we talked yesterday. I saw how sorry he was. I think he’s ready to make it up to you.”

“I refuse to talk about this,” He insisted firmly, but you were being stubborn and continued.

“Forgive your father. You shouldn’t live with hatred in your heart, Sunghoon. Free yourself from anger. It wouldn’t help you at all. You’ll only hurt yourself in the end.”

“Are you saying this to make me forgive your brother too?” You looked at him surprised.

“W-what? No!”

“Then stop talking about this!” he snapped.” “My father never loved me. I was nobody to him. I don’t feel anything for him, so I don’t need to forgive him. ”

“But—”

“no more buts, Y/n,” he interrupted. “I still have a lot to do at the farm. Excuse me.” He stood up and walked back to the mansion without looking back.

“Damn it!” You sadly watched him walk away until he disappeared. It hurts you to see him like that.

Maybe you can’t bring him back to how he used to be, the cheerful man you knew when his sister was still alive. Sohyun was Sunghoon’s light and sunshine. You can’t replace the woman in his life.

But perhaps, if you could mend the relationship between the father and son, maybe it could lessen Sunghoon’s bitterness towards the world. That’s all you know how to do right now. There’s no way he could possibly want your love. And even if you gave it to him fully and completely, it wouldn’t be enough to erase what you’ve done.

Yes, what you’ve done.

You’ve been in your private kitchen for an hour now. This is where you experiment with new breads and cakes, and you bake here whenever you have free time. You’ve probably been kneading the bread dough for half an hour now, but because of the deep thoughts that has been bothering you, it made you ignore the tingling sensation in your arms. You were not sure how many days you’ve been like this, but you knew it started the day you talked with Mr. Parks.

You hoped the reconciling your husband and his father will benefit him. It might make him see and feel the love that was taken from him. That might not be a bad idea.

But there’s one thing you thought of that wasn’t good. For you, at least. You planned to distance yourself from Sunghoon once you reconciled him with his father. And from now on, you would make every effort to steer clear of him as much as you could. You would find a way to get your marriage annulled and let him have a happy life.

Even if leaving him would kill you, you needed to accept that you were just not meant to be together. Your lower lip trembled. It would be best to stop baking for now, especially since it’s already late at night. Besides, with how sad you were, the person who might eat the bread would go depressed.

But you didn’t want the prepared dough to go to waste, so you set it aside to let it expand and set the timer for fifteen minutes. You broke free from your train of thoughts when you heard someone knock on the door.

“Come in!”

Who you saw was the last person you expected to see, it was your brother. “Y/n.”

“Hee? What are you doing here?”

“Can we talk?” He looked haggard.

“Of course,” You quickly replied. You washed and wiped your hands, then took off your baking apron. You both exited the kitchen, and as you passed the baker, Uncle Yoo, you instructed him to take care of the bread you left in the kitchen.

“Is there a problem, Hee?” You asked as soon as you entered your small office. You both sat down on the couch near your desk.

“You don’t look well,” He remarked, ignoring your question.

“I can say the same for you.” You replied sharply.

He took a deep breath. “I talked to Sunghoon. I now understand why you got married to him.”

Your hand tightened on the fabric of your skirt. “I did that to help you.” And Sunghoon.

“I know. But because of that, you’ve been put in a difficult situation, and I’ll do my best to get you out of it.” He grasped your hands. “I’ll talk to my friends in the car racing industry. I’ll borrow money from them. We’ll return the check to Sunghoon and get you away from him as soon as possible.”

“Hee, I’m doing fine. You don’t have to do that.” You replied, but he didn’t seem to believe it. “Just use the money from Sunghoon. Besides, that was a payment, not a gift.” You insisted.

He shook his head.

“No, y/n. You don’t understand. When I talked to that bastard, he told me he’ll make you fall and will lead you to nothing.”

He breathed sharply. “I know you won’t give in to him, but I also know that guy won’t just give up so easily. So I want you to be more careful.” He tightened his grip on your hand and stared into your eyes.

“I don’t want you to get hurt.”

You understood that your brother just wants to look out for you, but the warning came way too late. You have already fallen in love with Sunghoon a long time ago.

“Don’t worry about me.” You said. “I’ll be fine.”

He leaned back on the couch. “I can’t believe Sunghoon would do something like that just so he could get back at me.” Me too, I didn’t know he would do that. You thought sadly.

“Here.” Heeseung handed you your phone. “I’ve been coming back to your shop for days, but you weren’t here every time I tried to look for you. I couldn’t contact you since your phone was left at home. I didn’t want to call the mansion’s landline because I was worried it might cause more problems with your husband.” You sighed and took the phone.

“Actually, I just snuck out today. He didn’t allow me to come here because he knew we might see each other and he doesn’t want that.”

He gave a bitter smile. “Sunghoon wasn’t really joking about keeping us apart.” You also gave him a bitter smile. “Anyway, just call me if you need me.”

You nodded. “I will.”

You both sat there and talked for a few minutes before Heeseung said goodbye. You walked him outside to where his car was parked, and once he left, you turned back towards the shop.

But you hadn’t taken three steps when the door of a car opened, and to your surprise, your husband stepped out.

“That was Heeseung,” He said as he approached you, his eyes were hard and dark. You were speechless at the darkness on his expression.

“We’re going home.” He grabbed your arm forcefully.

“But my things—”

“I’ll send someone to collect your things tomorrow,” He snapped. Sunghoon seated you in the passenger seat before walking around to the driver’s side and getting into the car, slamming the door shut.

The drive back home was quiet. You could feel the tension in the air inside the car.

Once you arrived at the mansion, Sunghoon didn’t waste no time and immediately pulled you towards your shared bedroom. With every step closer to the room, you felt your heart beat faster and faster.

He locked the door as you entered the room.

“What did he say to you?” He asked demandingly. Unable to meet your husband’s gaze, you stared at the floor.

“H-he just asked how I was doing.”

“Asked how you were doing? You expect me to believe that?” He sarcastically chuckled. “He’s going to take you away from me, Y/n! He told me that. Now what? Were you two planning on how you’re going to escape me?”

You looked at him with wide eyes. “No!” You firmly denied. “He really just wanted to know how I was—”

“No, Y/n!” He shouted. “I know damn well he plans on taking you away from me…” He was pale and his eyes were wide with… fear? There was no anger plastered on his face. Instead, he looked like a lost child.

“And no! I will not let him! You will not leave me! I will not allow you to do that!”

He took big steps towards you. He was staring at you, as if commanding you not to move an inch. He pulled you close by the waist.

“Sunghoon…”

“I will not let you get away from me, Y/n. You will stay with me forever. Without warning, he leaned down to capture your lips. You closed your eyes, savoring the sweetness of your husband's kiss. You felt his need in the way he claimed your lips. You also felt the tenderness in his touch.

You gasped when you felt his hands cup your behind. And as you parted your lips, Sunghoon kissed you even more passionately. His tongue invaded your mouth, ravaging your sweet taste.

You felt your feet lift off the ground, and soon your back was on the soft mattress. His hard body pushed you down on the bed. Slightly tilting his face, he looked at you passionately. He leaned forward to kiss you again, more gently this time.

“You’re mine,” He whispered against your lips. You kissed him back eagerly. His lips trailed down to your neck, nibbling and licking your now flushed skin. His skilled hands crept inside your skirt.

A sexy moan escaped you mouth when his hand pushed your panties to one side and started to feel your hot and greedy wetness.

“Sunghoon!” You cried out as he pushed one finger deep inside you.

“I know, baby. You need me. I need you, too.” He removed your top and you felt your nippled harden. He took one erect tip into his mouth. You scratched his back in response to his action. You could only close your eyes and lose yourself in his lovemaking.

“Look at me, baby.” He demanded. You forcefully opened your eyes and looked at him. His hands moved faster and harder until you couldn’t take it anymore. “Cum for me.”

You whimpered and exploded into a million pieces. Feeling weak, you closed your eyes but immediately opened them when you felt him moved away from you. Your lips parted as you watched him undress in front of you.

In just a few seconds, he was on top of you again, fully naked. He took your skirt and panties off and threw them somewhere in the room. You remembered your phone was in your skirt, but that didn't matter right now.

His swollen shaft entered you without ceremony. He lifted one of your legs and rested it on his broad shoulders. Rotating his lips, Sunghoon pumped in and out of you almost roughly. You through your hips at him, meeting his every thrust.

“Yes, yes, baby..” He panted. “Cum with me, cum with me.”

You convulsed as you came. He continued burying himself inside of you in deep strokes, groaning as he climaxed. You felt him spill his hot seed inside you.

He collapsed on top of you. He shifted slightly and lay on his side of the bed to avoid completely weighing you with his weight. You heard him utter an oath and it made you clamp around his cock one more time.

Sunghoon’s hand found its way to your breast, softly kneading it as he sought your lips once again.

You both stayed in that position, eyes closed and embracing each other. You could feel your hearts beating as one.

“Tell me you won’t leave me,” Sunghoon spoike softly but firmly. You epened your eyes and saw the evident worry in his.

“I…”

“Say it,” He said demandingly.

“I… I won’t leave you.”

“Good.” He buried his head into your neck and whispered,

“I won’t let you even if you try.”

an eye for an eye — p.sh masterlist

pairing: park sunghoon x fem!reader

genre: revenge, angst, smut, fluff

synopsis: Sunghoon nurtured a profound animosity towards his childhood friend, Lee Heeseung, blaming him for his sister's death. To Sunghoon, his sister was the only person who had genuinely loved him, making Heeseung's perceived betrayal unforgivable. This deep resentment sparked an intense desire for revenge, driving Sunghoon to extreme measures to achieve it. But to what extent would he go to find satisfaction in his vengeance against Lee Heeseung? Would his plans unfold smoothly, or would everything take an unexpected turn, throwing his schemes into something he didn’t expect.

word count: around 19k

warnings: swearing, unprotected sex, kidnapping (kinda), possessive hoon, mentions of death, fake marriage, depression, fist fighting, bleeding, hoon has detachment issues.

— an eye for an eye: part 1 (7k)

— an eye for an eye: part 2 (8.1k)

— an eye for an eye: last part (4.2k)

an eye for an eye — p.sh

pairing: park sunghoon x fem!reader

genre: revenge, angst, smut, fluff

synopsis: Sunghoon nurtured a profound animosity towards his childhood friend, Lee Heeseung, blaming him for his sister's death. To Sunghoon, his sister was the only person who had genuinely loved him, making Heeseung's perceived betrayal unforgivable. This deep resentment sparked an intense desire for revenge, driving Sunghoon to extreme measures to achieve it. But to what extent would he go to find satisfaction in his vengeance against Lee Heeseung? Would his plans unfold smoothly, or would everything take an unexpected turn, throwing his schemes into something he didn’t expect.

word count: 4.2k

warnings: swearing, kidnapping (kinda), possessive hoon, mentions of death, fake marriage, depression, fist fighting, minor bleeding, hoon has detachment issues. (typographical errors)

an eye for an eye: last part - masterlist

Sunghoon woke up with the feeling of his wife’s figure laying on his chest. You really looked angelic while sleeping.

He couldn’t help but to stroke your cheek and feel the softness of your lips. He wished to see this sight every morning for the rest of his life. That way, even if it was cloudy outside, he’d always wake up with his own brand of sunshine. He wrapped you in his arms and basked in your warmth. He vowed to never let you slip away from him.

He would do everything to tie you to him forever. And for that to happen, he needed to take action.

He gave you a tender kiss on the forehead before getting up to take a shower and prepare himself for the day. Upon leaving the room, he went straight to the garden where he suspected his father was.

“Dad,” He called. From his newspaper, her father glanced up at him.

“Good morning, son. Sit down. Do you need anything?” Sunghoon sat down in front of him.

“I’m thinking of taking my wife on a belated honeymoon trip.”

His forehead creased. “Where are you planning on going?”

“Japan. I also wanted to visit Grandma and Grandpa.” They had never been close to him, but they knew your family. “I’d be grateful if your secretary could arrange everything for me and my wife.”

He folded the newspaper and placed it on the table. “Why does this seem sudden? What about the farm? I’m getting old, Sunghoon. I can’t manage everything anymore.”

“We have good people here, Dad. They are all hardworking and trustworthy. My manager could take over, so I don’t think you have anything to worry about.” His father fell silent for a moment, deep in thought over what he had just said. “Alright, I understand. When are you going back home?”

Sunghoon shrugged. “I don’t know. As long as possible?” His father’s lips twitched and his eyes filled with profound curiosity.

“Why do I feel like you’re planning to live there? Is there a problem, Sunghoon?”

Yes, there is. Sunghoon laughed. “Nothing, Dad. Anyway, we can’t stay there for long. I just wanted a little vacation with my wife.” He leaned back and looked at his father intently.

“Fine. But make sure to call here often. I’ll get my secretary to arrange everything. I’ll also have him come here to get both your passports.”

“Okay, Dad. Thank you.” He said and stood up after bidding farewell. Sunghoon breathed a sigh of relief. His father agreed. And hopefully, everything would go as smoothly as this.

—

You’ve noticed that your husband has been exceptionally busy these past few days. You already knew he was hard working, workaholic, even. But it’s quite different these days as if he’s constantly chasing after something. Today, he left with his father because they said they had someone to talk to.

You glanced at the oven timer, signaling that the cream cheese garlic bread you made is cooked. Once you checked and saw that they were golden brown, you grabbed the mittens to take the baking tray out.

“Wow, that looks delicious, Y/n.” Aunt Chul said as she just entered the kitchen. You smiled at her.

“I won’t be modest, Auntie. It is really delicious.” You giggled, placing the tray on the table. She chuckled.

“Really? Let me have a taste then.”

“Sure! But let’s wait for it to cool down for a bit,” You said as you removed the mittens and took the tongs to carefully transfer the bread onto the basket lined with wax paper.

“Oh! I’ll make us something to drink, Dear. What would you like?”

“I’ll have some green tea, please.” You requested.

“Sure, just a moment.” She began boiling the water and fetched the cups while you were arranging the bread in the basket, making it look presentable. Shortly after, you and the woman enjoyed the bread and tea together.

“This is so good, Dear!” Aunt Chul happily commented after the first bite. You nodded in agreement.

“Yes, it really is. I wonder who made it?”

The woman chuckled lightly. “No joke, Dear. It really is delicious. The cream cheese garlic bread I’ve had before didn’t taste like this. Sunghoon is really lucky to have someone like you, Dear. I hope you know that.” You were speechless at her words.

“I remember, Sohyun and Sunghoon used to love eating you baked good back then. They were the ones tasting and critiquing your creations.” Your smile faded as you recalled the past.

“I felt that they grew tired of tasting my breads back then. Especially Sunghoon.” You whispered softly.

“Oh, Dear! I doubt that,” The woman said with a chuckle and shook he head. “Didn’t Sunghoon always insist on tasting even the burnt ones?”

Yes, you could vividly remember that. Every batch you baked, whether perfectly made or not, Sunghoon always tasted them. He would praise them if they were delicious and cheer you on to do better next time if they weren’t. He was always there for you, ready to make you smile and feel good. He was your everything backthen. While you couldn’t do anything for him. You sighed.

“Yes, he’s a good guy…” You said softly just above whisper.

“What was that, dear?” The elderly woman asked. You glanced at her and gave a small smile.

“Nothing, Auntie.”

She took another bite of the bread and savored it like a child. “This is really delicious, Dear. I’ll miss this when you’re in Japan.”

You paused mid-bite upon hearing her words. “What? Japan?” You asked, confused.

“Yes, Japan. Didn’t Sunghoon tell you? You’re leaving tomorrow to go to Japan. Your husband has already arranged for your things to be packed,” She explained. Your jaw might have dropped at Aunt Chul’s news. Japan? Leaving? Tomorrow? You had no idea of what she was talking about. You felt your phone vibrating in your pocket.

“Heeseung…” You murmured as you saw the registered number. Quickly excusing yourself from Aunt Chul, you hurried upstairs to your room to answer the call.

“Heeseung?”

“What’s this I hear about you and Sunghoon leaving?”

He asked sternly. You paced back and forth in the room, feeling like a cat about to give birth, anxious and unsettled.

“I don’t know! Aunt Chul just mentioned it to me just now. I had no idea. Sunghoon hasn’t said anything about us leaving.”

You stopped in your tracks and pulled at your hair, feeling frustrated. What was he thinking?

“He’s freaking insane! You need to come home now, Y/n. We need to talk about this,”

He insisted.

“But—”

“If you won’t come here, I’ll come there.”

He said sharply. You took a deep breath.

“Okay, I’ll be there in an hour.”

You quickly left the mansion, being careful not to be seen by anyone. You also didn’t ask the driver to take you to avoid anyone from knowing where you were going. Upon arriving at your house, Heeseung form immediately greeted you. His face was serious.

“Let’s talk inside.” He said, leading the way.

—

Sunghoon and his father was greeted by Aunt Chul once they entered the mansion. “Would you like to two like to have snacks or rest first?” She asked.

“I’ll rest for a bit. I’ll come down later for dinner,” Mr. Park replied, heading up to his room.

“And you, son?” The woman turned to him. Sunghoon smiled at her.

“I’ll go rest first, Auntie.”

“Is that so? Y/n baked cream cheese garlic bread,” She added making him chuckle at her obvious teasing.

“I’ll go see her first, Auntie,” He replied.

“Oh, yes. That’s right.” She quickly agreed. “Go on, she’s in your room. She went up there after we ate earlier.” She gently nudged him.

“Hurry up now.” He chuckled at the woman’s gesture. He was near the stairs when she called him.

“I’m glad you hear your laughter again, son.” She said sincerely. He smiled back at her.

“Me too, Auntie.”

He went up to their room. However. It was dark inside, and you weren’t there. The windows were open, and the curtains swayed gently with the breeze. He wondered and checked the bathroom as well, but you weren’t there either. He went downstairs to find Aunt Chul.

“Auntie, have you seen Y/n?” He asked. She furrowed her brow.

“Isn’t she in your room?” He shook his head. “No.”

“Well, I just came from the garden, she wasn’t there either. Did you check the study? Other rooms?”

“Not yet,” He sighed. “Wait, maybe she went to her brother? Your wife had someone calling her from her phone earlier.”

Your phone? He recalled Heeseung visiting the bakery. He felt knot in his stomach. The fear he felt when he woke up and found the woman was not by his side returned.

“I’ll be out for a while,” He said and rushed to his car, got in, and drove away.

—

“I have talked to a friend who’s willing to lend us the money we need. If you’re still worried about that bastard’s check, I’ll go top the bank tomorrow and—”

“It’s not that simple, Hee,” You whispered. You were both on the sofa in your living room, having a serious conversation. You felt a chill at what your brother wanted to happen.

“What do you mean?” You sighed and looked straight at him. “Do you think Sunghoon would just agree to that?” He wasn’t able to respond. “He wouldn’t, Heeseung.”

Heeseung ran his fingers through his hair in frustration and leaned back on the sofa. “Then I think it would be better if you took some time away from him,” He suggested.

You shook your head. “I think it would only make things worse if I did that.”

“Then what do you think would work?” You couldn’t answer. None of your plans had worked. Reconciling the father and son. Gradually avoiding your husband. None of it happened.

“Look, y/n. I just want you safe. I don’t want you to get hurt, that’s why I’m doing this,” He said, holding your hand. “I’ll face Sunghoon myself. I’m the reason for all of this.”

You gave him a sad smile. “Liar.” He paused. “We both know who’s really at fault for all of this.”

He tightened his grip on your hand.“Y/n, I don’t want you thinking like that.”

You sighed. “Let me handle this, Hee. Let me leaver with Sunghoon to Japan, and there I’ll figure some things out.”

His eyes narrowed and he let go of your hand. “Are you seriously telling me that you’re really going with him?”

You looked down. “Honestly, I’m still hesitant about it. I’ll try to convince him later not to leave. But if he insists, maybe it’s better if I go with him for now.” You pleaded with him to understand. “I just can’t leave him.”

He stood up abruptly, clenching his fists.

“No.” It was a firm command. “You stay out of this. I’ll confront that piece of shit right now, and I’ll resolve this mess with him.”

“I’m here, Heeseung,” You and your brother almost simultaneously turned towards a cold and low voice. You gaped as you saw Sunghoon there.

He looked at you. “We’re going home, Y/n.” He was about to reach out to you but your brother’s large figure blocked his way as he stood up.

“Over my dead body.” You grabbed his arm.

“Hee, don’t start.”

“He was the one who started all of this!” Heeseung exclaimed. “And for what? Revenge? Only children would think of—” You gasped as Sunghoon lunged forward and delivered a punch at your brother’s face.

Heeseung slumped to the floor due to the impact. Your eyes widen as you saw Heeseung’s lip split open. You rushed to him and hurriedly wiped the blood from the corner of his lips. He stood up, his eyes glaring with retaliation for the punch he received from Sunghoon.

“Stop it!” You shouted, trying to intervene to break them up. When they didn’t budge, you raised your voice louder. “Enough!”

That seemed to snap them out of it, reminding them of your presence. Both men were panting heavily, and you could feel the tension thick in the air around them. You faced your brother. “We’re leaving. I’m going with him.”

He grabbed your arm. “No!”

“Please,” Your voice trembled in plea. Reluctantly, he let go and gave Sunghoon a sharp look. You called a helper and instructed them to bring a first aid kit. “Treat your wounds, Hee. Take care.” You hugged him.

You felt your husband tug on you. “Let’s go,” He whispered. He guided you out of the house towards his car. Heeseung didn’t follow, which you were thankful for. Upon reaching the car, Sunghoon spoke.

“Don’t try to run away from me like that.” He looked at you intently. He seemed to claim all the good looks in the world because even in dim light, he still looked godly… whit a bruised lip. You reached for his face.

“You have a bruise. Let’s hurry home so we can treat that,” You said.

He grasped your hand. “Answer me. Tell me you won’t run away from me.” His intense gaze made you feel like you were burning. You nodded slightly in response.

“Say it, damn it!”

“Sunghoon, I...” He held both sides of your face and gently forced you to meet his eyes.

“Is it really that hard? To be tied to me? To stay with me and remain by my side?” Your lips parted as you saw the desperation on Sunghoon’s face, as if his life depended on you staying.

“I promise I won’t hurt you. I won’t. I can’t”

“But you’re hurting my brother. And because of that, you’re also hurting me.” You don’t have the right to complain. You deserved the pain. But your brother?

He let go and sniffed the air. “Okay. You want me to stop hating on your brother? I can do that. I’ll do it for you.” He looked at you with a longing look. “You also said I should forgive my father? Fine, I’ll do that too.” You couldn’t speak. What was he trying to do to you? He reached out and held your palm, then clasped your hands.

“If I do all that, will you stay by my side? Will you promise not to leave me? Will you stay with me forever?”

“I realized that I was blinded by anger. Sohyun wouldn’t want me to blame the man she loved forever.” Joy enveloped your heart. It felt so good to hear your husband’s words. You never expected that he would be willing to do everything just to keep you by his side. That he’s finally ready to set his anger aside. But there’s one thing he didn’t know. And Sunghoon would hate you more if you keep it hidden from him much longer. You should have confessed earlier.

How will he believe you now? Even if you tell him that you love him…

Your eyes stung with tears. You shook your head. “No… You don’t understand.”

Sunghoon lifted your face with a finger, wiping your tear that traced a path down your cheek. “What do I not understand?” He asked, his voice soft yet urgent. “What is it, Y/n?”

You could only shake your head, your tears falling relentlessly. Sunghoon enveloped you in a warm embrace, offering you solace in the cold, dark night.

“Please, Y/n,” He murmured, his voice trembling with emotions. “Just promise me that you won’t run away. That we’ll always be together. That’s all I want to hear. Please.”

You continued to sob into his chest. Truth be told, you wanted the same thing—to be together forever, to be happy in each other’s arms. But that was impossible. It was never going to happen. You sniffled and gathered all your courage. Gently, you pushed him away from you. You shut your eyes tightly before looking straight into his eyes.

“It wasn’t my brother’s fault that Sohyun died. It was mine.” Your throat ached, and the words seemed to resist coming out. “It was only right that I pay for what I did. So it’s not fair that you blamed Heeseung for what happened…”

You saw Sunghoon’s expression change. “What are you talking about, y/n?” This isn’t your fault.”

You stood firm You knew you had to stick to the truth, no matter how painful. “It was all my idea. It was my decision that led to Sohyun’s death. I can’t let Heeseung suffer for something he didn’t do.”

A mixed of shock and confusion crossed Sunghoon’s face. “It wasn’t Heeseung’s fault that your sister is no longer with us. It was my fault. The anniversary surprise, the candle lit dinner—” You gulped, and tears streamed down your cheeks again. “Those were all my idea.” You roughly wiped away the tears, but no matter what you did, they kept falling.

“If I hadn’t suggested all that, Sohyun would still be here. You wouldn’t be left alone. Everything would be okay.” Your chest tightened as you confessed everything to him. “Sunghoon… I… I’m sorry. I’m really sorry.”

You could barely breathe from crying, and through it all, Sunghoon just stood there in front of you. This must be it. He must be hating you now and cursing you to death. You wouldn’t be surprised if he suddenly told you to rot in hell. You turned away to head back to your house. You had your answers. You didn’t need to leave because Sunghoon wouldn’t want you anywhere with him anymore.

You calmed yourself and dried the tears to see your way, but a tight hug from behind stopped you in your tracks. The embrace was so firm, you could barely breathe. You cried even harder. Sunghoon turned you around and you buried your face in his chest.

‘I’m so sorry. I never thought it would all end in an accident.”

He comforted you. “Heeseung’s surprise for my sister was your idea. That’s all it was. You and Heeseung didn’t mean her any harm. Both of you just wanted to make her happy.” You pulled away slightly and looked up at him. There wasn’t a trace of hatred on his face.

“Aren’t you going to yell at me? Sohyun died because of me.” At that, you started crying again. He sighed and tried to calm you down.

“Weren’t you listening? To be honest, ever since you came back to in to my life, my anger had gradually disappeared. I think I used what happened as an excuse to keep you by my side. I could never hate you.”

“But—” He silenced you with a kiss.

“I’m sure my sister is happy up there. I know that because I felt like she’s watching over me from there. Sohyun never wanted me to live a miserable life.” He gently stroked your hair.

“She once told me that I should stop shutting myself from the world. And when she died, it felt like my anger was the only thing keeping me alive. Until I saw you again. You were so bright that I wanted to put everything behind me. And I remembered that my sister told me I always needed to stay in the light.” He carefully caressed your cheek. After a very long time, you saw the man you loved once again.

“And you are my light, Y/n. you’re my very own brand of sunshine. The moment I saw you again, I felt alive. You complete the happy days I once had.”

If this was a dream, you wished to be a princess who had slept for a long time. And if possible, you hoped never to wake up. If this was real, why did it seem so unbelievable? You had expected a mad beast with eyes full of hate, not a handsome prince with eyes filled with love.

Oh God. Is this real?

“Yes, Y/n. This is real.” You hadn’t realized that you voiced your question out.

“But, Sunghoon. I know how much Sohyun’s death affected you. I don’t want you to hide that from me just because you promised not to hurt me. Whatever makes you feel better—”

“It’s true that my sister’s death nearly killed me. But you…” He paused, searching for the right words.

“The thought of another person I love frightened the hell out of me. If I lose you, I know I won’t be able survive.”

You embraced him tightly. “I won’t leave you.”

“Do you really accept me as your husband, Y/n? Are you ready to be with me for always? Will you love me too?” He looked deep into your eyes.

You wanted to say yes. You wanted to tell him that you already loved him. That you have loved him for a long time. Your gaze shifted towards your house, where you saw your brother watching the both of you. He nodded, as if giving you the encouragement to do what you truly wanted. Slowly, a smile spread across your face. You looked up to Sunghoon, who was gazing at you with complete love. Tears pooled in your eyes again, but this time, they were tears of joy.

“I love you, Park Sunghoon.” You finally managed to say. “I’ve always loved you. Even when our paths separated, that love never faded. I still love you.” Sunghoon let put a breath, his eyes closing briefly.

He hugged you tight and kissed the top of your head. “Thank you. Thank you for loving me.”

You returned the warm embrace to your husband. “I still feel guilty about Sohyun,” you sighed.

“Stop it,” He scolded you gently. “She loves us, and I know she wants us to be happy. There’s nothing to worry about now, baby.” Right. Sohyun had been a kind and loving sister top Sunghoon. She treated you like a sibling too. She genuinely loved your brother. She wouldn’t want anyone of you to be sad.

Under the moonlight, you promised to love the man you promised to be with for a lifetime with all your heart. You would give him the light he needed and all the love you could offer. You would be together for an eternity. And it would start now.

“I love you so much. Y/n.” You heard him whisper. You tightened your hug on Sunghoon even more.

“I love you.”

It was supposed to be rainy afternoon according to the weather report last night. But the weather seemed to be cooperating with them because not a single dark cloud marred the sky. You wondered how it would feel to live in a world where there was no sadness and pain; where only the warmth of love and happiness enveloped you.

Then you realized that in this world, one need all those sufferings to appreciate the beauty of life. You should face your fears and endure trials to become a better person. You smiled as you looked back and saw your husband leaning against the tree where you were taking shelter.

Sunghoon is a great example of someone consumed by darkness, yet learning to return to the colorful world. Well, all of you went through some tough times, but you believed it was Sunghoon who suffered the most. You approached him, locking eyes. You sucked in your breath. He still looked dark and powerful, but that was just because of his striking physical appearance. The dark aura that used to surround him was gone.

“We need to get going, you know?” You reminded with a smile.

He held your waist and pulled you closer to him. “I know, baby. I was just doing some reminiscing.”

“Like when you tripped here while we were chasing after Sohyun and Heeseung?” you teased him. The corners of his lips lifted in to a smile.

“Very funny.” You grinned and planted a quick kiss on his lips.

“So… Shall we go to Sohyun’s grave?” Before, his expression darkened whenever he remembered his sister, not it didn’t. He maintained a light demeanor. It was Sohyun’s death anniversary, and you planned to visit with your brother, Heeseung. The feud between the two men had been resolved.

“Yeah, I think we should go now. I want to catch Heeseung being dramatic.”

You wrinkled your nose. “How mean.” Sunghoon just grinned and kissed you quickly on the lips. You both started walking towards his car.

“You know what? My visits to my sister will be different now,” He said.

“What do you mean?”

“Before, whenever I would visit her, I always said I would seek revenge on those responsible for her loss.” He tightened his grip on your hand. “But today would be different because you’re with me, and Heeseung and I are okay. I used to visit her with a heavy heart, but this time, I would face her with a smile.”

“And she must be smiling back at you,” You said happily.

“I know.” Sunghoon stopped walking and looked at you with lovingly.

“Thank you. Thank you for being my light, y/n.” You were momentarily taken aback but quickly returned the smile to your lips.

“I always got you. I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

Optional bias x reader fluff

✨

"Babyyyy..."

"Hmmm?" He answers, not taking his eyes off the sheets in his lap.

"Don't you want to take a break??" I say and massage his shoulders.

I feel him sighing and relaxing under my touch.

"Baby, I need to finish these." He smiles at me, but he looks tired.

"You're so hardworking babe." I smile, brushing his hair back.

"And you notice this now?" He smirks.

I find myself giggling kissing his dimples.

"Yah, you're actually distracting me!" He makes a shocking face as he realizes.

I pout then laugh. "I'm sorry you're just cute when you're concentrated like this... You look like a baby."

He scrunches his nose as his adorable dimples appear.

"Ahh y/n, you do this on purpose!" He complains and places the sheets on the table, too flustered to go on with his work.

Our eyes meet as I sit on his lap. "I love you." I bow to kiss his forehead. "But I think you know it too well already."

"I love you more my girl." He pulls me back as we fall on the couch laughing.

He gets closer to me, or noses brushing each other and foreheads touching.

"I love you so much." He whispers, his breath hot on my lips.

My fingers tickle his cheek and the next second our lips connect in a soft, loving kiss.

Our fingers intertwine, as he holds one of my hands.

His other hand travels down my waist, pulling my body closer to him. There is no more space between us at all.

As we pull apart to catch our breaths, his eyes flicker with thousands of emotions and I loose myself into the way his face turns red and he chuckles.

"What?" He says shyly.

I'm sure my face is even redder than his.

"Nothing... I'm happy." I answer.

And I am.

Happier than ever.

✨

but "just friends" don't look at each other like that

pairing: Hyunjin x fem!reader

genre: fluff, friends to lovers

warnings: none, just a lot of kissing, kinda making out in the end

summary: Hyunjin comes over to help you with your homework, but you end up completely forgetting about it

Hyunjin is a very good friend. An amazing one, something which makes this so much more difficult for you to shut down or ignore your feelings for him.

How can you possibly not fall for him when he's always. Always there for you, with you.

How can you stop thinking about him after he leaves, when he lets you cry on your favorite shirt of his, completely ruining it, telling you it's going to be just fine with that soft, calming voice.

How can you not imagine how it would be like to be more than just friends when he's so, so perfect.

Even his imperfections seem to be perfect and he makes everything look so easy.

You can't help but miss him when he's gone, you can't even stand a day without him being around.

Sighing, you finish your cup of tea, placing it down, when your phone vibrates on the mini table of your living room.

"Hello?" You pick up, not looking at the display.

"Y/n, hey! Are you busy?" Hyunjin asks enthusiastically.

"Hyunjin, hi." You smile. "No, not at all, what's up?"

"Guess what?" He also smiles.

"What?" You bite your lip, a habit you picked up while talking to him.

You love it when he calls you randomly, just when you don't expect it.

"I got some yummy, fancy food. And your favorite wine. Are you free?" He says full of hope to see you again, the last time he saw you last weekend feeling so far away.

You want to scream "yes" in happiness, but then remember you have a homework you still haven't finished and got to study for the next exam too.

"That sounds amazing Hyunjin. But I have so much to study, I don't know how I'll make it to be honest." Your voice breaking, your disappointment and discouragement are obvious to him.

"Hey...it's okay." He knows you're about to cry. He knows you so well even through a call.

"I'll help you study. Then we eat together, what do you say? Hmm?" He suggests.

"Okay but...it's a lot Hyunnie, you better hurry." You let out a small chuckle, wanting to hug him so tight.

"I'm on my way cutie." He laughs silently hanging up.

You smile, spreading your books and highlight pens on the table, as you wait for him.

He always knows what to say or do to make you feel better. To make you feel special.

-

After a few minutes you hear a knock on the door. You rush to open it and reveal a tall, black hoodie dressed Hyunjin, with boxes of food in his hands, along with your favorite Rosé wine.

Your eyes soften at the sight of him, smiling so brightly at you.

You take one of his boxes from his hands and bury your face in his chest, hugging him tight, arms wrapping around his neck.

He chuckles in your hair, breathing in.

You can't help but stand up on your feet and press a light kiss on his cold cheek.

"Thank you Hyunjinnie." You say, stepping aside to let him walk inside your apartment.

"Something is different in here." He notices looking around.

"Yeah...can you guess what?" You smile walking into the kitchen with the food, sitting down on your bar chairs.

"Y/n..." He says in a serious tone as you look at his face.

His eyes light up with a new, completely unknown emotion to you.

"You hung up my drawings...even framed them, really?" The look on his face is so soft, you think you're going to start crying.

"Yeah...I just love your drawings. Also I painted the walls a different color and..." You shrug. "I don't know, I just felt that it really matches it and the atmosphere."

He stays quiet, starring at you for a couple of seconds, but then comes closer to you.

And man, your heart is skipping so many beats at once, is this even possible?

"Hyunjin...if you don't want it I'll put them awa-"

And then, he kisses you.

Places his lips on yours, not even moving them. Just holding them there. When he pulls away, way too quickly by the way, your legs suddenly become like jelly. Heart beating so fast, you fear he can hear it too.

It happened so fast, it was almost like just two seconds.

Your mouth hangs open now, the feeling of his lips still on yours.

When you don't have the power or idea to say something, he apologizes, looking away in shame, his ears and cheeks turning pink.

You think you're going to throw up eventually, the emotions overwhelming you.

"Don't. Don't apologize." You simply say, embarrassment making your cheeks become a bright shade of red.

"I just kissed you, oh God, it's not okay." He panics and you pray he doesn't regret it.

"But Hyunjin. I liked it..." You let out, now looking at the ground. Playing with the rings on your fingers, the long shirt you're wearing, anything.

When you say that he looks at you in surprise almost, exhaling.

"I just...I'm sorry it was so sudden." He pauses. "I'm such an idiot."

"You're my favorite idiot then." You hear yourself say, locking eyes with him for what feels like the first time after the kiss.

He's so pretty, all blushy like that, his lips swollen.

"It means a lot to me." He chuckles. "Also the way you hung up my drawings...thank you." He says looking you in the eyes.

"You're so passionate about the things you do...so delicate. I just find you really..." You can't find the right words to tell him.

"Perfect." You look up and feel your cheek burn like they never did before. Are you having a fever?

His eyebrows furrow together in a soft 'aww' way.

"I find you really perfect too." He smiles, finding your hands, holding them into his big ones.

He smells so good and you suddenly want him close. Need to feel him close.

"Hug me." You whisper looking at the way he holds your hands, brushing over your fingers with his thumb.

"Anything for you." He whispers back and it's so romantic that you can't help but melt into his large arms, and oversized, good smelling hoodie.

You're addicted to him, the way he looks, behaves, the way he is with you, how he smells...you're in love with everything he is.

"I love you." You let out, not caring about anything anymore, because you never needed anyone more than you need him right now.

"I love you too." He places kisses on your head and forehead and you think if you could die from feeling so full of love for someone, you would definitely die on the spot.

Still holding him in your arms, caressing his back, you look up to see him already looking at you.

"Can I kiss you? Just making sure I won't scare you away this time." He laughs, now holding your chin.

You nod, smiling.

Everything seems to be so easy with Hyunjin. It's like you're made for each other.

"The food is cold now." You say sadly after the kiss.

"Really? That's all you care about right now?" He looks at you with one of his judging faces.

"Hyunjinnnn, we have so much to do." You say, fake crying.

"We have timeee." He assures you, sitting down to open the boxes.

You sit down next to him, admiring his side profile.

"I have an idea." You suddenly say, standing up.

You bring some good smelling candles lighting them up, placing two big glasses for the wine on the table too.

"This is so romantic." He compliments, loving every second of it.

You look satisfied with your work and as you see the tteokbokki with extra cheese, your mouth waters.

"Oh God." You groan just looking at it.

"Indeed." He agrees. "Bon Appétit, mon amour." He says in a fake french accent and you laugh it off, saying the same.

You eat in silence, a few things such as "it's so good" and "thank you hyunjin", the only sentences spoken.

When you finish eating he opens the bottle of wine, with a bow.

"For you madame." He pours into the glass with so much elegance you can't help but think again, he really is perfect.

"For the lucky boyfriend." He pretends to talk to someone, bowing again. "Oh wait that's me." He quickly moves on the chair pretending to thank the waiter (who is also him).

You laugh so much your tummy hurts.

He loves to make you laugh, loves to hear your laugh.

"Are you my boyfriend?" You ask as he puts the bottle away.

"Well...are you my girlfriend?" He asks instead, smirking.

"Hyunjin-ah!~" You say tired of the playing.

"Do you want to spend the rest of your life with me? Yes or yes? There's only one correct answer." He smiles like he said the most logical thing on earth.

You raise an eyebrow smirking. "Are you proposing to me, or asking me to be your girlfriend, Mr. Hwang?" You joke back.

"Both." He says with an eye smile.

"Anyways, yes." You shrug, ignoring his comment, drinking your wine unbothered.

He laughs again, and you want to learn lots of jokes to hear that sound again and again.

"Yes to what?" He raises his eyebrows like he's in shock. "Just kidding."

You push his shoulder and smile, while once again admiring his handsome face.

Taking your hand while holding his glass of wine in the other, he leads you to the balcony.

You didn't realize it already got late, but you're glad it did, because you hope he'll want to spend the night with you.

Looking at the night sky full of stars, you decide Hyunjin is still your favorite thing to look at.

Taking the almost finished drink from your hands, he sets it down on a small table next to him, along with his.

He holds your waist closer, pulling you into his chest, holding you close again.

"Don't ask me anymore if you want to kiss me again." You say when he stares at your lips.

He nods, kissing you for the 3rd time tonight, but this is the first time he holds your face, waist, and kisses you so deeply, full of passion.

"You're my favorite person." He whispers in your ear, brushing your hair away from your face.

The wind is blowing, and it's really cold, but he makes you feel so warm, it's insane.

"You're mine too." You say finding yourself holding his face close, putting your lips on his again.

His kisses are like drugs and you end up wanting more of them. More of him. All of him.

You end up kissing on your way out of the balcony. Then on the way to your room and finally on your bed, where it gets more intense.

He kisses you like he never gets enough, just like you.

"You're so beautiful." He says when kissing your shoulders and collarbones, neck and jaw, then lips again.

"Hyunjin." You sigh, throwing your head back, when he sucks on a certain spot on your neck.

"Hmmm." He says satisfied when he hears you squirm under him.

"Oh God, Hyunjin." You exhale, as he presses his knee between your legs.

Pulling his hair, you can't get enough of the feeling of his lips on you.

"What do you want me to do?" He asks, still kissing your neck.

"A lot of things... But for now just please... kiss me more." You tell him, holding his face in your hands.

"Where do you want me to kiss you, my princess?" He seductively looks at you.

"Anywhere, everywhere." You let out, pulling his face closer to yours.

Kissing him, you know that is a thing you'll certainly miss when he's not gonna be around.

"We have time the whole night, love." He whispers.

❤️

naps on rainy afternoons

pairing: Jungkook x fem!reader

genre: fluff, established relationship

It's raining. Jungkook is sitting on the couch with Y/n lying in his lap. She's reading a new book while he's watching documentaries on TV.

"Babe?"

"Hmm?"

"I really want to marry you." Jungkook lets out, while her eyes suddenly raise from her book, as she looks at him.

He smiles warmly, while she gets up to straddle his waist.

She ends up smiling with him, their foreheads touching.

"Me too, Jungkook." She whispers, placing gentle kisses on his cheeks.

He melts into her embrace, his arms around her tiny waist tightening.

She hums a quiet song to him, brushing his hair back from his forehead, a habit she surely picked up lately.

Closing his eyes, he feels the safest he's ever felt, already wanting to fall asleep to her caresses and soft, lovely voice.

"Wanna lie down baby?" She sweetly says, realizing he was getting sleepy.

"Mhmm" He murmurs, a yawn following shortly after.

She lies down first, stretching her arms out. "Come here."

He's watching her through heavy eyelids, a smile sill present on his lips.

His body covers hers like a blanket, as her arms wrap around his back.

"I love you." He mumbles in her neck, tickling her with his breath.

"I love you too."

Her eyes are starting to get heavy too, as she sees him part his lips, breathing slowly. He is already sleeping.

"My sweet man." She whispers, caressing the little scar on his face.

In no time she falls asleep too, while they hold each other, their feet tangled together.

Hugs and kisses

pairing: Suh Johnny x fem!reader

genre: fluff, established relationship

"Babyyy..." Your boyfriend Johnny whined for the 10th time this evening, as you didn't want to take your eyes off your new book.

"Come onnn, please come give me a huggg. I miss youuu." He begged, sitting up on the bed, waiting for you to come cuddle with him. But you didn't seem to listen, your eyes glued to the pages of your new novel.

So Johnny stood up and grabbed you by the waist in a smooth, fast movement, picking you up. He dropped you in your big shared bed, starring at you.

"Heyy!" You squealed, locking eyes with your boyfriend, for what felt like the first time to him that evening.

"Why won't you let me read, Johnny? It's only been-"

"3 hours!" He desperately screamed, because it's been a torture to him, not getting any attention from you for that long. It was like you wanted to ignore him.

"Wow... That long? I didn't even notice... Time passed by so fast." You chuckled and he pouted like a kid whose ice cream fell on the floor.

You smiled at your boyfriend's cuteness, moving closer to his body and holding his face. You kiss the tip of his nose.

At that he began smiling so big, that his eyes started closing. Your heart began skipping beats at how adorable he looked.

"Hug meee." He literally couldn't stop telling you, and you couldn't stop smiling, as your arms finally wrapped around his big shoulders.

"You thought I don't love you anymore?" You joked and kissed his cheeks, nose again, forehead and lastly, softly pecking his lips.

Johnny felt like it was the first time you kissed him, everytime you placed your lips on his skin. He never wanted to let go of you. You made him feel so warm and loved.

"I love you." He whispered in your ear, kissing your forehead.

You made a mental note to read again tomorrow if he was going to be all pouty and needy like this again.

Hi 👋 could I request a fluffy fluffy fic on girl reader and jungkook and she cares for him when he is sick with a cold. Fluffy and cuddles and comfort.

Hello! Thank you for your request! This is actually the first one I got since I started this blog, and so I really hope you like it. ☺️

Requests are always open.

Warm

pairing: Jeon Jungkook x fem!reader

genre: fluffff, established relationship

summary: Jungkook isn't feeling well and you take care of him.

You, your boyfriend, Jimin and Taehyung were hanging out in the living room of your apartment. 

„You know that one time when Tae was drunk and he tripped over Tan?“ Jimin laughed, his eye smile showing.

„Yes, omg! I was so worried! Poor Tannie got so scared.“ You laughed with Jimin, seeing Taehyung win another round of the game, him and Jungkook were playing.

„I’m getting tired.“ Jungkook scrunched his nose, a small smile on his lips.

„Oh come on, you’re just jealous that I won every round!“ Tae pushed his shoulder, but Jungkook felt too weak to joke back, the way he usually did.

You thought he may have something on his mind, because when Taehyung got up from the couch to get another drink, he simply stayed there, rubbing his forehead with his fingers.

„Hey… I think it got pretty late.“ Jimin notices.

You nod. „Will you drive Tae home? I think he’s drunk again.“ Chuckling, your eyes wander around, finding him dance to no music at all.

„Yeah, of course.“ Jimin laughs, hugging you.

„You’re a good friend Jimin.“ You smile at him, as he nods standing up, making his way to Taehyung.

Jungkook is suddenly standing next to you and you can’t help but think he looks really tired.

„Hey…“ You caress his back, as he lets his head rest on your shoulder.

„Baby, you tired?“ You kiss his forehead, meeting his doe eyes, that are slowly closing and opening to find your worried ones.

„Mmm… don’t know. My head kinda hurts.“

Before you can properly react Jimin and Taehyung say their goodbye’s and walk out the door.

You lock it, turning around to see a pouty Jungkook, weakly standing on his own in the middle of the apartment.

Your heart melts and you take his hand, leading him to bed.

„You didn’t even drink.“ You say, your confused eyes watching him get under the blanket.

He doesn’t look good at all, dark circles appearing under his eyes, his mouth dry. Maybe...

„Did you get sick, baby?“ Your hand touches his forehead, checking if he has a fever.

„You’re hot!“ You worry.

„I know.“ He mumbles, weakly smirking.

„Not like that, Jungkook.“ You roll your eyes, chuckling.

„I’m going to make you a tea and get the medicine.“ You announce and he pouts.

„B-but… I wanna cuddle. Don’t leave me alone!“ He whines.

You smile at how adorable he is. „I’ll be right back, love. You can try to rest a little.“ Whispering, you press gentle kisses on his hot forehead, reddened cheeks and pouty lips.

„I love you. I will take care of you.“ You let him know and he hums satisfied.

„I love you too.“ You hear him whisper, before you leave the room.

-

When you get back, Jungkook is sleeping. He looks so beautifully peaceful, but you know you have to wake him up.

„Babe.“ Your fingers gently brush his hair out of his now, wet face.

He slowly wakes up to your touches.

„You’re back.“ He says.

You nod. „I have something for you, Kookie.“

His eyes wander to the medicine you brought and the warm, good smelling tea.

After he takes it and drinks a little tea, he says he feels better.

„But I’d feel so much better with you here.“ He pouts, patting the empty spot of the bed next to him.

You chuckle. „That’s what you get for walking in the rain, without an umbrella.“ You scrunch your nose, laying down next to him.

„The things I do for you…“ He quietly laughs, his arms wrapping around your waist.

Thinking back to when he went out to buy you snacks and it started raining, he could have taken the bus instead of walking back home. Dummy.

Your head rests on his chest, as you hold him close.

„You’re always right.“ He kisses your forehead.

„And you never listen to me anyways.“ You complain.

„You still love me.“ He says back, proudly smiling.

You smile back, looking into his eyes.

„Thank you for everything. For sticking with me, taking care of me, and also scolding me when I mess up... I’m the luckiest boyfriend in the world.“ He says and you shush him, already blushing.

„Go back to sleep bunny.“ You play with his hair.

„Will you stay with me forever?“ He whispers, his eyes sparking with love.

„Yes. I will, Jungkook. Forever.“

He falls asleep, feeling safe and loved. 

He has found the most beautiful girl in the world, inside and out. 

And she’s his.

Forever.

HWANG IN YEOP X FEMREADER 😍

Hello! Thank you for the request :)

Lately I've been really busy with my uni exams, but I tried to write this as good and fast as possible. I hope you like it <3

Requests are always open.

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The way I love you

Pairing: Hwang Inyeop x fem!reader

Genre: This is really soft. Fluffy, established relationship.

Summary: You comfort Inyeop about something and for the millionth time, he is again reminded of how much he adores you.

Warnings: none, they're just REALLY in love with each other, lots of nicknames. (let me know if I missed something)

Y/n and her boyfriend Inyeop are playing a game on the new PlayStation they had bought together a day ago.

"I'll win and you don't even seem to care!" She screams laughing at Inyeop's unconcentration. 

"This is broken." He mutters under his breath, throwing the PlayStation remote away, defending himself.

"What do you mean? We just bought it yesterday." You pressed the pause button, looking up.

He seemed like something was bothering him.

"Hey. What's wrong baby?" You said in a soft voice, your hands cupping his face as he looked at you.

He pouted like he always did when you talked to him like that.

You pressed a little kiss on his plump lips, hoping he would let you know what it is that's upsetting him.

"I don't want to stress you out with my problems baby..." He began, sighing.

"Darling... I'm here for you... Don't say that." You scolded him, taking his hand in yours.

"It's just... We've been doing so good lately, you studying hard for your uni and me working so much... I wish we could take a break and go somewhere beautiful... You know? Just the two of us for like 2 weeks maybe? But for my boss that would be too much to ask for. I hate that I have so little control over my life." He looked down sadly.

"Inyeop..." You wrapped your arms around him, his head resting on your shoulder.

"You've been thinking about a vacation? Oh, my love..." You held him close, brushing his hair. 

He felt so comforted and safe. When you hugged him all his worries and negative thoughts flew away.

"You did so well baby, I'm sure he will understand you need a break." You looked at him, your eyes full of love.

"Do you really think so?" He said and placed his lips on your head.

"Yes Inyeop, I'm sure of it. Don't worry too much... Okay? We will find a way." 

"Okay... You're right." He smiled.

You ended up massaging his shoulders and back, him being a complete whimpering mess. "My poor boy." You hugged his big back.

"I'm so proud of you, my Inyeop." You praised him, kissing his cheeks, nose and lips.

"Mmmm.... Y/n... You're so good to me." He pulled you on his lap, holding you close. 

Your heart skipped beats when you looked up into his eyes, and you knew this feeling will never pass. You loved him every day more.

"I adore you, my princess." He whispered, then kissed your lips so sweetly. Your kisses were so addictive and once he gave you one, he ended up craving a thousand more.

"Inyeop..." You breathed on his mouth as he bit your lip. 

Playing with his hair, you pulled on it a little while kissing him, knowing he likes it when you do. 

He gently lied you down, pressing his lips on your neck.

“I never understand how you get more beautiful everyday.” He whispered, looking up into your eyes.

Your heart melted and you couldn't help but let out a giggle at his compliment.

“Kiss me.” You suddenly said.

He looked into your eyes as your cheeks burned a shade of pink.

It was love. You felt it running through your veins. In your heart, in your tummy that felt so warm.

He was happier than he has ever been, knowing you're the one. He had finally found his soulmate. His person.

He gave you one last kiss on your forehead and held you close on his chest.

It was getting late, the moon making it's way through the dark sky.

All nights were similar to this, kissing and holding each other to sleep, and in the mornings you woke up to the sound of his soft breathing, legs tangled around his waist, him sleeping on your chest.

comfort zone

pairing: Wen Junhui x fem!reader

genre: fluff, established relationship

warnings: not really a warning ig? butt squeezing

"What is it?" He asks, getting kind of shy because of her staring.

He looks away, his ears slightly red.

She chuckles. "Nothing, I was just counting the moles on your face."

"You're so cute." She says in a sweet voice to her boyfriend, who is now smiling widely as they meet eyes again.

"Cute huh?" He whispers, moving closer to her and invading all get personal space.

Junhui knows it makes her heartbeat speed up when he's this close to her.

Her mouth opens as if to say something, but she can only stare at her boyfriend as he smirks.

"J-jun..." She tries to push him away, intimidated by his eyes, but it's too late.

He catches her by the waist and wraps his arms around her, holding her against his body. Their noses touch and her eyes flutter close.

"Who's cute now?" He murmurs, his voice deep as his hot breath hits her face.

She's blushing as Jun's hands slide down to her butt, giving it a light squeeze.

"Jerk." She mutters but his smile is so contagious that she can't help but return it.

They're giggling into each other's embrace, the love they share for each other evident in their sparkling eyes.

"You love me." Jun makes a proud face as she scrunches her nose.

No words need to be said anymore as their lips find each other in a sweet, but passionate kiss.

She wraps her arms around his neck, as he holds her close to his, lifting up her body from the ground a little.

These small, happy moments make them forget all their worries and keep them going.

As long as they're together, everything will be fine.

warmth | G.B.

Gilbert Blythe x Fem!Reader

summary: Reader is found in a barn, by Sebastian, with a fever . When he brings her to the Blythe’s house, doctor Blythe steps in to help.

genre: fluff

warnings: none

request: yes / no

word count: 1,346

A/N: i have been having, yet another, awae phase so my mind is filled with Gilbert Blythe. I’m sorry i’m shoving these imagines down your throats. I do hope you like this one though. My masterlist should be up soon!

part 2?

      Sebastian's coat clutched his body while his arms rubbed his sides. It was a cold winter in Avonlea. He was going out back to check out the barn for something to keep warm. As he entered he saw things scattered everywhere then, what he had come for, a pile of blankets.

     As he grabbed a hold of them he noticed an added weight. Sebastian pulled harder only to hear a groan of protest. He stopped in his tracks, eyes widening. He grabbed the edge of the blanket, slowly peeling it back only to find a little girl curled underneath. 

    The girl looked about Gilbert's age and she was incredibly pale. Thinking fast Sebastian picks up the girl in his arms. She is very warm, making him rush to get back to the house. He kicks open the door which startles Gilbert as he is doing his homework at the table.

     “Wha- Bash? Wait, who is that?” He stood up as Sebastian brought her into a room. He set her on the bed softly as to not disturb her unconscious body. “Bash!” Gilbert yelled at him, finally making Bash turn away from the girl.

     “I-i found her in the barn. S-she’s really pale and warm a-and i didn’t know what to do!” He yells out. Gilbert inspects the unconscious girl from the door frame before stepping inside and coming beside the bed to take a closer look.

     He puts his cold hand on her forehead, quickly finding it burning. Even in sleep the girl moves towards the coolness of his hand. Gilbert brings his hand away from her moistaning face. “She has a fever.”

     Bash eyes widen as he begins to panic. “Can you get me a wet rag, specifically tepid temperature, and some water?” Gilbert gives orders which Sebastian quickly follows.

     When Bash returns with the request, Gilbert is swift to act. He sets the rag on the girl’s forehead. He softly grabs her chin to tilt it back and squeezes her cheeks a little, somewhat opening her mouth. He slowly pours a bit of water into her mouth.

      The girl quickly swallowed, producing a smile to form on Gilbert’s lips. “She’ll wake up soon, but for now she must rest.” Bash nodded and headed out the door. Gilbert looked at the sleeping girl one more time before leaving as well.  

          Y/N woke up in warmth. This was unusual because she never felt such comfort in the morning. She smiled as she moved away from the bright light in her face. There was a creak which made her open her eyes.

     Suddenly she felt too warm and uncomfortable. She was in an unknown place, in an unknown bed. Y/N sat up only for a wet rag to fall onto her lap which wetted the covers she was under. Y/N quietly got out of the hot bed, the cool air welcoming her.

     Whoever brought her here could be a kidnapper or a pervert. They could have been nice people just trying to help, but Y/N wasn’t thinking right at the moment.

     She tried to silently walk out of the room, but the floors would creak under each step. Normally Y/N would have been smart about this (or so she hoped) now, though, she didn’t feel well and wasn’t in the right mind.

     So instead she ran right out of the room and into a hallway. As she entered what seemed to be the kitchen she saw two figures sitting. Without thinking, again, she headed towards another door that seemed to be the exit.

     “Miss wait!-” The call went on deaf ears as she opened the door and tried to make a run. A chill was sent up her spine as she felt the wisp air of winter only to be pulled back inside by arms wrapped around her waist.

     Y/N struggled in the boys arms. “Miss please calm down. I’m only trying to help.” He whispered in her ear. With a sniff she went limp in his arms, forcing him to basically carry her. He brought her to a chair and sat her down.

     “W-where am i?” Y/N's voice was soft and slurred. “You're at my house. Sebastian,” He pointed to his friend off to the side, “he found you in our barn and brought you here. You are sick, so i -well we- couldn’t just throw you out.”

     She nodded at his answer before asking another question. “Who a-are you?” He smiled, “I’m Gilbert. Gilbert Blythe. And may i ask what your name is?” Gilbert seemed to be nice and trustworthy enough for her to tell him so, she told him. “Y/N.”

     Gilbert’s face morphed into confusion. “Don’t you have a surname?” She simply shook her head no. Y/N began to look around the room as Gilbert went over to the stove. It seemed to be a fairly nice home. A little small, but big enough for a family to live in. Family. Wouldn’t that be nice. 

     Gilbert once again came in front of her this time with a cup of tea in hand. He brought a chair beside her and sat down, Sebastian sitting across the table just observing.

     “Drink this. It might not help.” He passed the tea to her. She mumbled out a thank you before drinking. Gilbert and Sebastian were watching her every move, making her very uncomfortable.

     “Please stop staring.” Y/N kindly asked them, looking at the floor. She felt both their eyes wander away from her form then continued with her tea. After some time she finished and put the tea on the table.

      Once more eyes were on her. “Can you please tell me why i found you in the bloody barn?” It was Sebastian who talked this time. With his words Y/N felt suddenly very self conscious of the dirty dress she wore.  

      “I-i ran away.” Both had shock and confusion written on their faces, so Y/N continued. “I lived in a cruel home. Unlike your very nice, very warm home. I couldn’t deal with it any longer so I ran away. I don’t know how long i’ve been gone, but i don’t think they will care anyway.” She paused to take a breath, “I’ve been hiding in shacks and abandon houses then i came across your barn and was- wasn’t thinking, i also wasn’t feeling well, so i thought ‘i’ll just take a quick nap’ then i woke up in this house. I am terribly sorry for the intrusion and if you wish for me to leave i will .”

     Both men paused for a second, almost questioning if her rambling was over. “It truly is okay. You were, and still are, very sick. It would be callous of me- us to throw you back into the cold in the condition you are in.” Gilbert spoke calmly as if not to spook the girl.

     Y/N could almost cry for joy. Finally she could have one day of not scrounging for food and a place to sleep. She quickly stood, startling the pair, and hugged Gilbert. “Thank you so much. Thank you, thank you!”

     He chuckled before shrugging to a confused Bash and hugging back. “It’s quick alright.” He pulled away from her arms, “Now go back to bed, please. You need rest and i will see you at dinner.” She smiled at him, Gilbert smiling right back.

     “Okay!” Y/N started towards the room before turning back around once more. “Thank you again and i will see at dinner, Mr. Blythe.” With that she ran to the room and tucked herself into the warm covers.

     Back in the kitchen both Gilbert and Bash were chuckling at the girl. “Do you think that was the right choice?” Gilbert asked, suddenly serious. Bash looked at him with a smile, “I think it’s a great decision. She will definitely make better company than you.”

     Gilbert shook his head as Bash laughed. He looked to the now closed door with a smile. Yes, this is a good idea. 

      Right?