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𖠵 . ׅ ࣪ ⌇ 𝐼N 𝑀Y 𝐷𝑅𝐸AM𝑆
ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 popular jock! park sunghoon x 𝑓! reader 𝒢enre. angst &fluff. 𝓢ynopsis. in which sunghoon has a crush on you ! 𝑤𝑐 𐙚ㅤㅤ 1292 ⸝⸝ not edited, pet names cursing kissing skin ship . ୭ৎ — 𝓵𝗂𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗋𝔂 ᥫ᭡
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YOU WERE SAT AT YOUR USUAL SPOT IN THE LIBRARY, SURROUNDED BY TEXTBOOKS AND NOTES, COMPLETELY ENGROSSED IN YOUR STUDIES.
the world of high school drama and popularity contests seemed miles away out of focus at this very moment.
you were content in your own world, focusing on your academics and aiming for a bright future.
that all changed one fateful night when your friends managed to drag you to one of your university’s famous basketball games.
the gymnasium was packed with students, all dressed in your schools representative colours, their cheers echoing off the walls as the school's star player, park sunghoon, dominated the court.
he was the epitome of popularity; tall, athletic, undeniably hot and effortlessly charming. — more under cut !
while your friends screamed and cheered for sunghoon, you remained unimpressed.
you weren’t very fond of the athletes attending your university, yes you know how attractive they are, and how they dominate the other universities, but what makes you despise them is how they get to use their athletics as an excuse to not perform well in their academics.
you, on the other hand have dedicated all your free time just to see that “a+” on your paper while they get their future handed to them for free.
instead, you observed the game with a detached interest, not caring much about the excitement that gripped the crowd.
when sunghoon once again scored another point, the gym erupted in an applause and cheers of victory, but you simply rolled your eyes.
sunghoon, in the middle of his victory celebration, scanned the crowd and that’s when his gaze landed on you.
his eyes widened slightly when he saw you roll your eyes at the cheers.
intrigued by your indifference, he winked at you, expecting a typical blush or a giggle.
instead, to his surprise you met his gaze and rolled your eyes once again, turning away.
sunghoon was beyond shocked and, for the first time, genuinely intrigued.
after the game had finally ended, as you gathered your things to leave, sunghoon approached you.
"hey, can i get your number? you're really cute,"
he questioned with a confident smile as you held back a scoff.
you looked at him, unimpressed as you sighed.
“do you even know my name, park sunghoon?” you meekly continued as he awkwardly rubbed the nape of his neck.
“no, but i’d love to learn it..?”
"yeah- no, thanks," you replied curtly, brushing past him.
unfortunately, to your dismay, this definitely wasn’t the last of park sunghoon disrupting your everyday daily life.
this became a routine over the next few months. sunghoon would find you between classes, breaks or in the library, attempting to charm you over and over again with his smooth talk and winning grin.
each and every single time, you rejected him without hesitation, not taking his advances seriously.
despite his persistence, you remained firm, convinced he was just another shallow jock who loved the chase more than the actual person.
one evening, as you were walking back to your campus dorms after a late study session, stressed out of your mind, sunghoon caught up with you.
"hey, my princess, wait up!" he called, jogging to your side.
"what is it this time, sunghoon?" you asked, exasperated and completely burnt out.
"i really like you. i want to take you out," he said, his voice sincere and soft, but you were not having it.
the thought of him chasing after you for the thrill had angered you even more, he thought uttering a few kind words to you would really make you believe he wasn’t the same as all the other campus playboys!
you scoffed. "real funny, sunghoon. you say that, but i don't believe you. you're just a stupid jock who likes the thrill of the chase."
sunghoon's expression hardened, and for the first time in these past few months, you saw genuine hurt in his eyes.
"you think i'm just a stupid jock?" he repeated, his voice trembling with frustration.
"i have feelings too, you know? i genuinely like you. i like the way you always focus so intensely when you study, the way your eyebrows furrow everytime i confess to you, the way you roll your eyes at me, and even how you always reject me.”
“i know i’m not perfect, but i really like you, y/n.”
“maybe in my dreams, you'll like me back one day too." he muttered.
with that, he turned and walked away, leaving you standing there in shock.
his words echoed in your mind, and for the first time, you felt a pang of guilt.
the next few days were unsettling for you.
after months of having sunghoon follow you as if he were lost puppy, he completely disappeared from your daily routine.
sunghoon was nowhere to be seen, you searched for him as you passed the gymnasium, and even went out of your way and took longer routes just to pass his class, and you couldn't help but feel a strange ache in your chest.
the school felt different without his constant presence and playful attempts to win your hearts affection.
sucking up your pride, you approached his jock friends, concern evident in your voice.
"where's sunghoon? is he okay?"
they exchanged glances before one of them, jake sim replied,
"he's been feeling 'sick' lately."
the way he said it, mixed with the look he gave you, told you it was more than just a physical illness.
worried even more out of your mind, you decided to skip your classes and head to his dorm.
you hesitantly knocked on the door, asking yourself if you were really doing this.
it took a moment before sunghoon opened it. he looked like a mess—dark eye bags, a scratched up face, and disheveled hair.
without a word, you stepped forward and hugged him tightly, tears streaming down your face at the sight of him.
"i'm so sorry, sunghoon. i didn't realize how much i hurt you. i just... i didn't think you were serious. but it felt so weird without you these past few days. i've gotten used to you being around, and i missed you."
“i thought my life would go back to normal without you, but you became apart of my normal..i need you, hoon.”
sunghoon's arms slowly wrapped around you, getting over the initial shock and he smiled softly, grinning down at you.
"i missed you too," he whispered as he pulled back slightly to look at you.
"so, does this mean you'll take me seriously now?"
you nodded, tears still in your eyes.
"yes. i promise!"
you two continued staring into the gaze of each others eyes, sunghoon sighed caressing your cheek.
“can i kiss you? i mean- sorry that was weird, you could say no-“
“just kiss me, dumbass.”
and with that, he leaned in and kissed you softly, a gentle, soft and reassuring kiss that made your heart pound in your chest.
when you pulled back, you asked,
"have you been locked away because of me?"
he chuckled, shaking his head.
"i just had a week off and decided to give you space so i stayed up late gaming. my friends tricked you, they sent me a message after you asked about me."
you looked at him with disbelief before you both laughed, the tension finally easing away.
sunghoon held you close, his smile shining brighter than ever, leaving you in awe.
"i'm glad you came to find me."
he whispered, completely love struck.
"i'm glad too," you whispered, resting your head on his shoulder.
it was a sweet, unexpected ending to what had started as an unlikely relationship, and as you stood there wrapped in his arms, you knew you were ready to let down your walls and let park sunghoon devour you whole.
© won4kiss 2024
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𖠵 . ׅ ࣪ ⌇ 𝐿OVE 𝑊INS !
ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 𝑟ich bf! 𝒴ang 𝑗ungwon x 𝑓! reader 𝒢enre. angst &fluff. 𝓢ynopsis. in which meeting jungwon’s parents goes not very well ! 𝑤𝑐 𐙚ㅤㅤ 1429. ⸝⸝ not edited, shamed for not being rich?? kissing. ୭ৎ — 𝓵𝗂𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗋𝔂 ᥫ᭡
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YOUR HIGHSCHOOL GRADUATION HAD BEEN A BITTERSWEET MILESTONE.
for years, you had spent countless hours studying hard, made special friends, and navigated through the ups and downs of the life of a teenage girl.
but the sweetest part of it all had been falling in love with yang jungwon.
despite growing up in opposite conditions and his status as the rich golden boy of the school, he had always treated everyone with kindness and respect.
he was charming, intelligent, kind and genuine, making it easy for you to fall head over heels in love for him. — more under cut !
the two of you had been classmates for years, and your relationship had blossomed naturally.
jungwon had been there for you through thick and thin, supporting you in ways that made you forget the fact that he had his whole entire life set up for him.
but now, with graduation behind you, the reality of your future loomed ahead, bringing challenges to your relationship.
you knew that meeting jungwon's parents was inevitable, especially now that his family expected him to take everything seriously.
they wanted to ensure he was on the right path, and that of course included approving of the person he was dating.
nervous but happy for this new step in your relationship, you agreed to meet them, hoping that your love for jungwon would be enough for them to ignore your upbringing.
the day had finally come, and you dressed in your best dress, eager to make a good impression.
jungwon picked you up in his expensive sportscar, another reminder of your different classes.
jungwon gave you a reassuring smile as you got in.
"don't worry, baby. they'll love you," he said, his voice full of confidence.
you nodded, trying your best to believe him, ignoring the sinking feeling in your stomach.
when you arrived at his family's mansion, your anxiety only grew further. the whole property of their home was overwhelming, a shining contrast to your modest upbringing.
jungwon's parents, mr. and mrs. yang, greeted you with polite smiles, but you could sense the judgment in their eyes, anyone could.
dinner was served in a lavish, polished dining room.
it was awkward and silent, the clatter of the utensils filling the air.
after awkward ice breakers and small talk, it seems that they couldn’t hold their “curiosity” back any longer.
as the meal progressed, the conversation took a turn for the worse.
mr. yang started making condescending, disrespectful remarks about your family's financial situation, each comment more hurtful than the last.
"so, y/n, what do your parents do for a living?" he asked with a thinly masked sneer.
you swallowed hard, trying to keep your composure.
"my dad works as an office worker, and my mom is a nurse," you replied, feeling the weight of their scrutiny.
mrs. yang chimed in, her tone dripping with disdain.
"how quaint. it must be difficult for you and your family, living on such modest means."
you glanced at jungwon, searching his eyes for some support, but he sat there in silence, his eyes downcast.
your heart sank, feeling a mix of hurt and betrayal, did he not hear everything they had been saying to you?
the final blow came when mr. yang laughed and said, "well, it's a good thing our jungwon won't have to worry about money with you around. we wouldn't want him to downgrade his lifestyle, would we? especially for some high school relationship.."
you couldn’t hold it back anymore, tears welled up in your eyes, but you refused to let them see you cry. you stood up, your voice shaking with every word.
"thank you for dinner, but i think i should leave."
jungwon finally looked up, evident panic in his eyes.
"no- y/n, please don't go," he pleaded, but you shook your head.
"i'm sorry, jungwon. i just- can't do this," you said, your voice breaking as you looked at him, you didn’t recognize him anymore.
without another word, you left the mansion with the sense of hurt, heartbreak and humiliation trailing behind you.
the next few days were a blur of pain and confusion.
jungwon tried calling and texting you repeatedly, but you ignored every single message and call.
you couldn't bear to face him after what had happened. you stayed in your room, crying and replaying the dinner over and over in your mind.
you had never been so humiliated in your life, jungwon had completely left you to fend for yourself, not even uttering a word as they stripped your worth after every single minute.
it was currently midnight, you listened to music as your thoughts flowed around your brain, making it impossible to get a blink of sleep.
as you laid in bed, you heard a noise at your window. startled, you sat up and saw jungwon climbing through.
"jungwon? how did you- what are you doing here?" you asked, your voice sounding cold and distant, unfamiliar to jungwon.
he looked at you with desperation in his eyes.
"i’m sorry- i needed to see you, y/n. please, let me explain."
you crossed your arms, trying to maintain your composure.
"explain what jungwon? it’s fine, we’re from two different worlds. maybe we’re just not meant to be."
jungwon felt his heart break at every single word you muttered, is this how you felt when his parents picked at every single aspect of you? he thought.
jungwon took a deep breath, his eyes filled with tears.
"i know i should have defended you. i'm so sorry for not saying anything. i was scared, and i didn't know what to do, it’s no excuse but my whole life i’ve never stuck up to my parents- for you, i went home and confronted my parents.”
“i told them how much you mean to me, and how wrong they were to treat you that way, how i want to spend the rest of my life with you, and how no amount of money or anything we have could compare to you."
you felt a pang of pain mixed with a soft fluttering in your heart.
"and what did they say?"
jungwon's voice trembled as he continued.
"my dad... he didn't take it well, but i don't care.”
“i told him that our status means nothing to me if it means losing you. i hate my family for what they said to you. i hate that i was too scared to stand up for you in the moment. but i'm done being afraid, because i love you."
your heart broke at the sight of him, tears streaming down his face. you stepped closer, noticing a cut on his lip.
"wonnie, you're hurt," you whispered, reaching out to cup his face gently.
"what happened? did they do this?"
he leaned into your touch, his eyes closing.
"i got that cut from my dad after defending you. but it doesn't matter. you're what matters to me."
before you could say anything else, jungwon leaned in and kissed you softly, his lips trembling against yours.
the kiss was filled with emotion and vulnerability, a mixture of an apology, love, and desperation.
you kissed him back, the depth of his feelings reaching you.
when you finally pulled away, you looked into his eyes, seeing the sincerity and the pain in there.
"jungwon, i... i was so hurt when you didn't say anything. but seeing you here, knowing what you went through for me... it’ll take a while for me to completely forget about it but i can't stay mad at you."
he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close.
"i love you, y/n. i'll spend the rest of my life making it up to you, i’ll always stand up for you from now on. i promise."
you held him tightly, feeling the warmth of his embrace.
"i love you too, jungwon. we'll get through this together, don’t carry this alone anymore."
he pressed a kiss to your forehead, his eyes filled with adoration. "i promise i won’t, no matter what. you're my everything."
you looked up at him, your heart swelling with love. "and you're mine."
as the stars twinkled in the night sky, the moonlight reflecting onto the two of you, you knew that everything would be just fine.
there would be challenges ahead of you two, but with jungwon’s promises and his presence by your side, you felt ready to face them all.
and as you shared a sweet, lingering kiss under the moonlight, you knew that no matter what obstacles came your way, your love would always win.
© won4kiss 2024
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𖠵 . ׅ ࣪ ⌇𝐿OVE 𝐼S 𝐻𝐴RD 𝐹𝑂R 𝑅𝐼KI-𝐾UN !
ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 shy bf! 𝑛ishimura riki x 𝑓! reader. 𝒢enre fluff. 𝓢ynopsis. in which your boyfriend’s way too shy ! 𝑤𝑐 𐙚ㅤㅤ 777⸝⸝ not edited, kissing ⸝⸝ stream romance: untold ! ୭ৎ — 𝓵𝗂𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗋𝔂 ᥫ᭡
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YOU HAVE KNOWN NISHIMURA RIKI FOR AS LONG AS YOU COULD POSSIBLY REMEMBER.
from building sandcastles in the park to having sleepovers every weekend, your childhood was a tapestry of memories knit together with laughter, trust, the two of you were basically bonded for life.
it felt only natural when the both of you had realized the feelings of friendship had evolved into something deeper.
the transition from friends to lovers had been seamless and easy — or so you thought.
the first few weeks of dating were like your dreams come true.
every touch felt electric, every glance filled with unspoken words, you felt like the princesses you read about in your fairytale books and riki was your prince charming. — more under cut !
but recently, riki's behavior had changed.
he slowly became more disconnected with you, distant. his once bright eyes now clouded with something you couldn't quite put your finger on.
the texts that once buzzed your phone constantly had disappeared into thin air, and riki’s his usual warmth and radiant energy was replaced with a chilly indifference.
the anxiousness gnawed at you, each passing day a reminder of the growing distance between you two.
you replayed every interaction in your mind, searching for a clue, a reason for his changed behaviour.
one evening, as you laid on your bed, deep in your thoughts as you stared at the ceiling, you made a decision. you needed answers.
the next day, you met riki at your usual spot, a quiet park bench tucked away from the loud streets and protected from the world.
he arrived, hands shoved deep into his pockets, eyes avoiding yours. the sight of him, so close yet so far, made your heart even more jittery.
"riki, i think we need to talk," you said, voice trembling slightly with nervousness.
he looked at you then, surprise flickering across his face before he quickly masked it with that same look that was irking you for a while.
"sure, what’s up?"
taking a deep breath, you steadied yourself.
"do you...do you have romantic feelings for me still? it’s okay if not… i don’t want to force you to stay in a relationship you don’t want."
his reaction was immediate and telling. his eyes widened, and a flush crept up his neck to his cheeks. he stuttered, mouth opening and closing as if he was searching for the right words.
"w-what? y/n, why would you even ask that?"
"i don’t know riki, maybe because you've been acting so distant!"
you replied, voice cracking with all your masked emotions building up over the past few weeks.
"it's like you're not even here with me anymore, i miss my old riki."
riki's eyes wandered around, looking at everything but you, panic evident in his gaze.
he ran a hand through his hair, a nervous habit you knew all too well.
"i... i didn't mean to make you feel that way."
"then why? why are you pulling away from me?" you pleaded, tears of anger pooling up in your glossy eyes.
before you could process what was happening, riki closed the distance between you in one swift motion.
his hands cupped your face, and his lips crashed onto yours with an urgency that took your breath away.
the kiss was filled with intense, unspoken words filled with a desperate need that left you dizzy.
when he finally pulled back, you were left gasping for air, absolutely speechless and your heart pounding in your chest.
"does that answer your question?" he whispered, eyes wide with vulnerability.
you blinked, still reeling from the kiss.
"riki, i—"
but before you could finish, he stepped back, the flush on his cheeks deepening, his ears and neck turning the same shade.
"i-i have to go," he stammered, turning on his heel and practically running away from you.
you stood there, stunned and breathless, watching him retreat as you held back a giggle threatening to spill out.
the kiss had been passionate, over pouring with love but also overwhelming, it left you with more questions than answers.
why was love so hard for riki-kun?
© won4kiss 2024
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𖠵 . ׅ ࣪ ⌇ 𝑀𝑂𝑂𝐷 𝑆𝑊𝐼𝑁G𝑆 !
ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 bf! 𝑛ishimura riki x 𝑓! reader. 𝒢enre fluff. 𝓢ynopsis. in which riki takes care of you on your period ! 𝑤𝑐 𐙚ㅤㅤ 1102 ⸝⸝ not edited, kissing, cramps, food, pet names, y/n being cranky ! requested ⸝⸝ ୭ৎ — 𝓵𝗂𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗋𝔂 ᥫ᭡
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YOU STIRRED AWAKE WITH A KNOWING DEEP SENSE OF DREAD.
the familiar, unwelcome ache in your abdomen signalled the start of a tough day.
as you rolled over in bed, clutching your stomach, you realize your period has arrived with a painful vengeance.
the cramps are more intense than usual, and the deadly mood swings are already making their presence known.
riki, your playful and loving boyfriend, was already up and about.
he poked his head into the bedroom with a bright grin, clearly in a great mood, not mixing well with your own. — more under cut !
"morning, sleepyhead! want some breakfast?"
his cheerfulness is usually contagious, but today, it grates on your nerves harshly.
you mustered up a weak smile and shook your head.
"no, ki. not today, sorry."
he pouts, but you can see the mischievous glint sparkling in his eyes.
"oh, come on. you need to eat something. how about pancakes? or waffles- i could even make some-"
"did you hear not hear me? i said no, riki,"
you snap, a bit harsher than intended. the pain and frustration coursing through your body getting the better of you.
riki's smile faltered.
"okay, okay, no need to bite my head off,"
he mutters, looking hurt. he turns away, muttering something under his breath.
the guilt of your actions hits you instantly, but the pain is relentless.
you grab your pain relievers from the bedside table and swallow a couple, hoping they'll kick in soon.
as you lie back down, you hear riki moving around in the living room, but you can't bring yourself to get up and apologize.
minutes pass, then an hour. the cramps show no sign of letting up, and the painkillers seem to be doing little to no help.
you hear riki's footsteps approaching again, and he peeks into the room, this time with a more grim expression.
"do you need anything?" he asks, his voice gentle and soft.
"just some peace and quiet," you mumble, turning away from him.
you couldn’t bear to look at him, knowing quite well you've hurt his feelings.
he doesn't say anything, just closes the door softly behind him.
you felt a pang of guilt again, but you're too exhausted to do anything about it.
you told yourself you’d apologize the next time he makes his way into the room, with a grin making its way onto your features thinking about your boyfriend.
you close your eyes, hoping to drift off to sleep and escape the pain for a little while.
suddenly, you hear the front door open and close.
you sat up, alarmed. did riki just leave? panic sat in quickly.
what if he left because you snapped at him?
the thought made your eyes well up with tears. you didn't mean to be so harsh; it was just the pain talking.
you curled up on the bed, hugging your knees to your chest, and let the tears flow.
you feel utterly miserable, both physically and emotionally. the cramps are bad, but the thought of riki being upset with you is even worse.
time passes slowly, each minute dragging on like an eternity. you hear the front door open again, and a wave of relief washes over you.
riki's back. but you're still crying, and you don't want him to see you like this.
the bedroom door creaks open, and riki steps in, carrying a large shopping bag. he freezes when he sees you crying, his face softening immediately.
"hey, hey, what's wrong?" he asks, rushing to your side worriedly.
"i... i thought you left because i snapped at you," you choke out between sobs.
riki looks at you with a mixture of confusion and concern.
"why would you think that? i just went to get something."
you look at him, your eyes red and puffy, making his heart break.
"because i was so mean to you, and then you just left."
he places the bag on the floor and sits beside you on the bed, pulling you into his arms gently.
"oh, baby, i'm so sorry. i didn't mean to make you feel that way." he gently strokes your hair, his touch soothing.
"you didn't," you whisper, sniffling.
"it's just... everything hurts, and i feel so bad for snapping at you."
he pulls back slightly, looking into your eyes.
"it's okay. i know you're in pain. i should have been more understanding."
he kisses your forehead, then reaches for the bag.
"i went to get you some things to make you feel better."
curiosity piqued, you peek into the bag as he pulls out various items.
there are your favorite pads, a selection of chocolates, a cute teddy bear, and a huge selection of your very own comfort foods.
your heart swelled with gratitude and love.
"ki, you didn't have to do all this," you say, your voice trembling, all a sudden feeling incredibly emotional.
he smiles softly.
"i wanted to. i hate seeing you in pain. i’d do anything to make you feel better."
you throw your arms around him, hugging him tightly.
"thank you. you're amazing."
he giggles, that familiar playful spark returning to his eyes.
"anything for my girl."
he kisses you again, this time on the lips, a sweet, lingering kiss that makes you forget about the pain for a moment.
for the rest of the day, riki stayed by your side, pampering you with affection and care.
he heats up a warm towel for your stomach, brings you snacks, and even puts on your favorite movies.
when the pain becomes too much, he holds you close, whispering soothing words and rubbing your back.
as the evening goes on, the pain starts to dull, and you feel a sense of comfort and peace.
riki's presence, his love and care, make all the difference.
you cuddle up to him on the couch, the teddy bear clutched in your arms, feeling safe and loved.
"thank you, riki," you murmur, your head resting on his shoulder.
he wraps an arm around you, pulling you closer.
"no need to thank me. i love you, and i'll always be here for you, no matter what."
“plus.. who else would deal with your mood swings?”
you smile at his words, finally feeling the day end as you close your eyes, snuggling into his warmth.
despite the rough beginning, the day has turned into one filled with love and tenderness, all thanks to riki.
and as you drift off to sleep, you know that no matter how bad things get, you'll always have riki to depend on.
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𖠵 . ׅ ࣪ ⌇𝑀𝐴GN𝐸𝑇IC
ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 bad boy! 𝑙ee heeseung x 𝑓! reader. 𝒢enre fluff. 𝓢ynopsis. in which one single detention session with lee heeseung changes everything ! 𝑤𝑐 𐙚ㅤㅤ 873 ⸝⸝ not edited, kissing, skinship ⸝⸝ ୭ৎ — 𝓵𝗂𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗋𝔂 ᥫ᭡
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GROWING UP, YOU HAD ALWAYS BEEN THE GOLDEN GIRL. — completely on the top of your all your classes, effortlessly charming, and admired by everyone at school.
heeseung, on the other hand, was the bad influence type boy with a magnetic allure that drew whispers and gazes wherever he went, even having his own fan club.
your paths had rarely crossed throughout all of high school until that fateful afternoon when you found yourself in the same detention room, sentenced to spend an hour together.
the moment you saw lee heeseung in the room, you knew it was going to be one long hour for you. — more under cut !
heeseung leaned against the wall, his expression unreadable as he watched you cautiously take a seat across from him.
"no way— if it isn’t our little golden girl, y/n!" he drawled, breaking the silence with a smirk.
"what trouble did you get yourself into, walking into class two seconds late?"
you shot him a playful glare, feeling a rush of adrenaline at his sudden proximity.
"maybe i just wanted to see what the bad boy was up to,"
you countered, with the boldness of your words, even surprising yourself as you muttered the words out.
his smirk widened into a grin, somehow resembling a cheshire cat as his eyes sparkled with amusement.
"curiosity killed the cat, you know."
but despite his teasing demeanor, there was a flicker of something in his eyes when he let out that genuine smile — a vulnerability that made your heart skip a beat.
and a smile you’re sure you haven’t seen in your four years of attending school together.
as the minutes passed, you surprisingly found yourselves sharing funny stories, telling jokes, and learning unexpected common ground about each other.
you quickly realized after that hour with lee heeseung, he wasn't just the bad boy; he was witty, perceptive, knee-slapping hilarious and somehow very kind beneath his tough exterior.
when the bell signaling the end of detention finally rang, you both hesitated, reluctant to part ways after bonding so well, you both felt a connection you just couldn’t ignore.
"same time tomorrow?" heeseung asked nervously, a hint of hope painting his tone.
you nodded, unable to suppress the smile that spread across your face.
"well, why not? but only if you promise to behave not to get into too much trouble before then."
heeseung chuckled, a deep, magical sound that sent shivers down your spine.
"deal."
over the following days, your secret meetings in detention became the highlight of your everyday routine.
you laughed together, quarrelled over dumb things, and slowly unraveled the layers of each other's personalities.
the golden girl and the bad boy— total opposites yet you two couldn’t possibly deny that you drawn to each other like magnets.
on a rainy afternoon, as you sat together in comfortable silence, heeseung turned to you with a deep look in his eyes that made your breath twitch.
"you know," he began softly,
"i used to think being the local delinquent was my only role in this world. but then i met you, and suddenly, everything feels… different."
your heart raced, literally feeling it pump in your chest as his words hung in the air, charged with unspoken thoughts and emotions.
without thinking, you reached out and intertwined your fingers with his, feeling the electric warmth of his touch against your skin.
heeseung's gaze softened at the sight as he let out a soft smile, his thumb gently tracing circles on the back of your hand.
"i don't want to be the bad boy anymore,"
he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper.
"not if it means i can't be with you."
in that very moment, the world around you faded away, leaving only the two of you and the strong intensity of your connection.
with a surge of courage and impulse, you leaned in, cupping his cheeks gently and pressed your lips to his, almost feeling like a silent confession, a promise.
heeseung responded eagerly, his kiss gentle yet filled with a passion that ignited a fire within you.
time seemed to stand still as you lost yourselves in each other, the feeling of your body’s pressed together and souls intertwined.
the weight of unspoken words and shared feelings finally making its way out in the sweetness of your embrace.
when you finally pull apart, breathless and cheeks flushed pink, heeseung leans in once again and smiles against your lips.
a smile that signified and spoke of newfound possibilities and a future together filled with sweet moments like this.
"i think i'm done being the bad boy," he murmured, his voice tinged with a certain softness and wonder.
“really?” you asked with a hint of amusement on your face.
"mmh, because with you, i’ve finally found something worth being good for."
you let out a soft grin as you leaned into his embrace once again, the rain tapping softly against the windows, the rain blocking out your intimacy and vulnerability you could only share with each other out from the rest of the world.
you knew that this— whatever it was between you, was just the beginning of a love story written in whispers and stolen kisses.
© won4kiss 2024
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𖠵 . ׅ ࣪ ⌇ 𝑉OW𝐸𝐷 𝑇𝑂 𝐵𝐸 YO𝑈𝑅𝑆 !
ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 husband! park sunghoon x 𝑓! reader. 𝒢enre fluff. 𝓢ynopsis. in which you’re finally marrying the love of your life ! 𝑤𝑐 𐙚ㅤㅤ 825 ⸝⸝ not edited, kissing ⸝⸝ inspired by this song ! ୭ৎ — 𝓵𝗂𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗋𝔂 ᥫ᭡
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THE MORNING SUN SHINED THROUGH THE LACE CURTAINS, CASTING A SOFT GOLDEN GLOW ACROSS THE ROOM.
today is the day, the supposed happiest day of your life.
the day you marry park sunghoon, the love of your life.
your heart fluttered with a mix of excitement and nerves as you took a deep breath, trying your absolute best to steady yourself for the moments ahead.
the room buzzed with quiet and excitement filled chatter. friends and family moved in and out, offering words of encouragement and love.
you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror—your reflection radiates happiness, a glow that seems to come from within, which anybody could probably see even miles away. — more under cut !
the delicate lace of your dress hugs your form perfectly, the intricate details a sign to the love and care that went into every stitch.
outside, the world is waking up to a perfect summer day.
the garden where the ceremony is to take place is adorned with flowers in full bloom, their vibrant colors a pleasing sight for the eyes.
the air is filled with the sweet scent of roses and lilies, mixing with the soft notes of the music playing in the background.
it’s a scene straight out of a fairytale, and you can hardly believe it’s real.
as you made your way to the garden, you catch the sight of sunghoon standing at the altar.
he looked breathtakingly handsome in his suit, his usual cool, laid back demeanor softened by the pure and vulnerable emotion in his eyes.
he turns as you approach, and the look on his face takes your breath away.
his eyes shine with a mix of love and awe, completely starstruck as if he’s seeing you for the first time.
the world seems to fade away as you walk down the aisle, your gaze locked with sunghoon’s.
the people around you seemed to fade away with each step you grew closer to sunghoon.
every step brings you closer to him, the distance between you shrinking with each heartbeat.
the music softly played in the background, the melody of “forever young” playing softly, a reminder of the timeless love you share, a reminder of each and every moment from your love story bringing you to this day.
when you finally reach him, he takes your hand, his touch warm and reassuring.
his eyes search yours, a silent promise passing between you.
this is the moment you’ve both dreamed of, the beginning of a forever together.
the officiant begins to speak, but their words are a blur.
all you can focus on is sunghoon, your sunghoon, your soon to be husband in a few seconds.
the way his thumb gently strokes the back of your hand, the warmth of his presence grounding you in this surreal moment.
you exchanged vows, your voices steady despite the tears that threatened to fall.
each word taking you back to the journey you’ve taken together, the love that has grown stronger with each passing day.
“i promise to love you, to cherish you, to stand by your side through every joy and every challenge,”
sunghoon says, his voice filled with emotion.
“you are my everything, and i vow to be yours forever.”
your heart swells with love as you repeat your vows, your voice trembling with the weight of the promises you’re making.
“i promise to love you, to support you, to be your partner in every adventure,”
you say, your eyes locked with his.
“you are my heart, my soul, my forever.”
when the officiant finally announces you as married, the world seems to burst into color.
sunghoon leans in, capturing your lips in a kiss that seals your vows, a kiss that speaks of all the love and dreams you’ve shared.
the cheers of your loved ones fill the air, but all you can focus on is the feeling of sunghoon’s lips on yours, the taste of forever.
the reception is a blur of laughter, pure joy, happiness, and celebration.
you and sunghoon move through the crowd, greeting your guests and sharing in the celebration.
the dance floor thrives, and you find yourselves swaying to the soft music playing in the background, your bodies moving in perfect harmony.
in this moment, everything feels perfect.
sunghoon’s arms wrapped around you, his breath warm against your ear as he whispers sweet words to you, love radiating off of him, the stars beginning to twinkle in the twilight sky—it’s a dream come true.
“i can’t believe we’re finally here,” you whisper, looking up at him.
he smiles, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “it feels like a dream,” he says.
“but it’s our reality. our forever.”
as you dance under the stars, the world fades away, leaving just the two of you in your perfect moment.
the melody plays on, a reminder in the back of your head of the love that will keep you forever young, forever in love.
© won4kiss 2024
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𖠵 . ׅ ࣪ ⌇ 𝑌𝐾𝑊𝐼𝑀 ?
ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 class president! 𝒴ang 𝑗ungwon x 𝑓! reader 𝒢enre. angst &fluff. 𝓢ynopsis. in which you find comfort in the golden boy ! 𝑤𝑐 𐙚ㅤㅤ 1225. ⸝⸝ not proofread skinship fake friends kissing. ୭ৎ — 𝓵𝗂𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗋𝔂 ᥫ᭡
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THE HALLWAYS OF YOUR HIGHSCHOOL BUZZED WITH THE USUAL MORNING CHAOS.
students chatter excitedly, lockers slam shut, linked arms passing by, and teachers attempt to lead their classes.
you keep your head down, clutching your books to your chest as you navigated through the crowd.
as usual, you stuck close to your small group of trusted friends, though even with them, you often felt invisible.
you glance over to where yang jungwon, the handsome class president, is laughing with his friends.
he’s everything you’re not; confident, outgoing, loved and always surrounded by people. — more under cut !
you quickly look away, feeling a pang of envy mixed with admiration for the boy.
you can’t imagine someone like him would ever understand what it’s like to be you, quiet, shy, invisible and overlooked.
the day drags on, and by lunchtime, your spirits have now reached a new all-time low.
your friends have once again made plans that didn’t include you, leaving you to eat alone.
you find a quiet corner of the school, a small, dusty, rarely-used janitor's closet, and slipped inside.
as soon as the door closed shut, hiding you away from the rest of the school, you let the tears you've been holding back all morning flow freely.
lost in your shaky sobs and sorrow, you don't hear the door creak open.
"hey..are you okay?" a familiar voice asks, startling you.
you look up to see yang jungwon standing there, concern etched on his face.
you quickly wiped your tears in embarrassment, trying to compose yourself.
"i... i'm fine," you stammer, but the crack in your voice betrays you.
jungwon steps inside, closing the door behind him.
"you're clearly not fine, y/n. should i go get your friends?—"
panic surged through you at the thought of them seeing you like this, weak and vulnerable.
without thinking, you grab his arm and pull him further into the closet just as you hear the voices of your friends passing by, but not without hearing their next words.
“god- y/n’s so weird now, thank god we escaped before she could find us!”
“i know, i regret letting her become friends with us!”
“all she does is make the mood boring…”
that was your last straw, you pressed your face into his chest, shaking uncontrollably as you sob.
surprised but gentle, jungwon wraps his arms around you, offering silent comfort.
"what's wrong with them? aren’t they your best friends?" he asks softly, his voice soothing.
through your tears, you managed to explain.
"i'm always the one left out. they don't seem to like me anymore. i try so hard to fit in, but it feels like i don't matter to them."
jungwon's arms tighten around you protectively, feeling the need to protect you as anger coursed through his veins.
"that's not right," he says with a pout, anger simmering in his voice.
"you deserve better than that."
you sniffle, looking up at him with your red, glassy eyes.
"but i don't know what to do. i don't want to be alone ever again, you don’t know what its like.."
jungwon tilts your chin up, forcing you to meet his gaze.
"you don't need them, and you’re not alone" he says firmly.
"you could hang out with me and my friends. we’d love to have you."
a feeling of hope and disbelief welled up inside you.
"really? are you sure.. people don’t seem to like me, and i don’t wanna be a bother."
"really, i like you.. and you’d never be a bother"
jungwon confirmed with red flushed ears, a small smile playing on his lips.
"i've admired you from afar for a long time. i’ve wanted to approach you for a while, you're kind, smart, funny and stronger than you think, you just need to believe in yourself."
his words touch something deep within you, and for the first time in a long while, you feel a glimmer of confidence and self love.
"thank you, jungwon."
from that day forward, your life had begun to change. true to his word, jungwon introduces you to his friends, who welcome you with open arms.
they’re a lively, supportive group, and though it takes time, you slowly begin to open up to them.
jungwon is always by your side, encouraging you and making sure you never feel left out.
he becomes your closest confidant, and as weeks turn into months, your feelings for him deepen.
you laugh more, talk more, and gradually, the shy girl who once hid in the shadows had began to shine.
one summer afternoon, jungwon invites you for a walk in the park.
the sun had began to set, the sky fading into an orange-pink tone, and the air is filled with the scent of freshly cut grass and flowers.
as you walk together side by side, your hands brush, and he takes hold of yours, intertwining your fingers.
"i've been meaning to tell you something,"
jungwon says, stopping to look at you. his eyes are filled with a mixture of anxiousness and vulnerability.
"i really like you. i've liked you for a long time."
your heart races, and you feel a warmth spread through you.
"i like you too, jungwon," you confess, your voice barely above a whisper.
he smiles, a look of pure happiness and adoration on his face, and gently pulls you into his arms.
"will you be my girlfriend?"
he asks, the tip of his nose brushing against yours, his breath warm against your cheek.
"yes," you breathe, feeling a sense of joy and completeness you’ve never known.
and finally, jungwon places his lips on yours, it was like fireworks had gone off in your stomach, the kiss was gentle and soft as you wrapped your arms around jungwon’s neck, pulling him even closer. it was even better than the kisses you had read about in your books.
it was perfect.
as the months pass, your relationship with jungwon blossoms even more.
he continues to be your rock, always there to support and uplift you.
he’s there for you on your bad days too, the days where you feel invisible and helpless once again, and he is sure to always be there to remind you that you’re anything but invisible.
you grow closer to his friends, who become like a second family.
they understand you, they accept you, and they for sure love you just as much as you love them.
the pain of your past fades away, replaced by the warmth of genuine connections and the love you share with jungwon.
as you’re cuddled up together with jungwon on his couch, wrapped in a cozy soft blanket, he looks at you with a tenderness that takes your breath away.
"you know," he says softly,
"i'm so proud of you. you've come so far."
you smile, leaning into him. "i couldn't have done it without you, wonnie."
jungwon presses a kiss to your forehead as he let out a soft grin.
"we make a pretty good team, don’t we?"
you nod, feeling the truth of his words deep in your heart. together, you faced the challenges deep within you, found strength in each other, and created a beautiful, happy ending.
and as you drift off to sleep in his arms, you know that with jungwon by your side, you’ll never be alone again.
© won4kiss 2024
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𖠵 . ׅ ࣪ ⌇ 𝐽𝐸𝐴𝐿𝑂𝑈𝑆
ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 bf! 𝓀im 𝓈unoo x 𝑓! reader 𝒢enre. angst &fluff. 𝓢ynopsis. in which your boyfriend is jealous ! 𝑤𝑐 𐙚ㅤㅤ 612 ⸝⸝ not proofread skinship insecurities kiss. ୭ৎ — 𝓵𝗂𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗋𝔂 ᥫ᭡
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YOU HAD ALWAYS BEEN CLOSE WITH RIKI, THE YOUNGEST MEMBER OF YOUR BOYFRIENDS FRIEND GROUP.
his playful nature and youthful energy made him feel like the little brother you never had.
you enjoyed spending time with him, whether it was sharing inside jokes, playing video games, playing baseball together when jake was too tired, or even helping him with dance practice.
it was a sibling-like bond that brought you joy and comfort.
however, sunoo had been acting strangely lately. he seemed distant, often watching you and riki with an unreadable expression painted on his face.
one evening, after you had spent the day hanging out with riki, sunoo had finally reached his limit. — more under cut !
you found him sitting on the balcony, the cool night air ruffling his bright hair.
the stars twinkled above the two of you, but you could cut the tension in the air with a knife.
you took a deep breath and approached him, sensing that something was wrong.
"sunoo, can we talk?" you asked gently, taking a seat beside him.
he turned to you, his eyes filled with mixed feelings of hurt and irritation.
"do you really like spending time with riki that much?" he suddenly asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
the question caught you off guard, blinking twice in confusion.
"what do you mean?"
sunoo looked away, staring at the lit up moon.
"it just feels like... like you prefer being with him over me. i see how much fun you have together, and it makes me wonder if— if you even need me around."
your heart ached at his words, leaving a big pout on your face.
you reached out, placing a hand on his arm.
"baby, no, it's not like that at all. you got it all wrong!"
he finally looked at you with his visibly hurt expression, his eyes searching yours for reassurance.
"then what is it? why do you spend so much time with him?"
you took a deep breath, wanting to choose your words carefully.
"riki reminds me of the little brother i never had growing up. i love spending time with him because he brings out a side of me that i never got to experience. it's like having a sibling i can care for and have fun with."
sunoo's expression softened, and he seemed to relax his tense figure a little.
"wait— so, it's not because... you like him more than me?"
you shook your head, squeezing his arm gently.
"not at all. my bond with riki is different. it's special in its own way, but it doesn't compare to what i have with you. you're the one i love, sunoo. i cherish every single moment we have together."
he sighed, his shoulders dropping as the tension left his body.
"i'm sorry for feeling this way. i guess i just got insecure. i should have trusted you."
you leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek.
"it's okay to feel that way sometimes. i'm glad you told me. we should always talk about how we feel."
sunoo let out a soft giggle, the sound warming up your heart at the hint of his usual brightness returning.
"thank you for understanding. and for being honest with me."
you rested your head on his shoulder, feeling a sense of peace settle between the two of you.
"always. i love you, sunoo."
"i love you too, so much." he whispered.
the rest of the night consisted of being wrapped in sunoo’s arms holding you as you both watched the stars twinkle in the night sky, no problems in this very moment.
everything was going to be just fine.
© won4kiss 2024
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𖠵 . ׅ ࣪ ⌇ 𝑆𝑈𝑃𝐸𝑅 𝑆𝐻𝑌 !
ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 𝑛ishimura riki x 𝑓! reader. 𝒢enre fluff. 𝓢ynopsis. in which you write a confession to riki ! 𝑤𝑐 𐙚ㅤㅤ 1287 ⸝⸝ not edited, kissing ⸝⸝ ୭ৎ — 𝓵𝗂𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗋𝔂 ᥫ᭡
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THE SOFT HUM OF CHATTER AND THE GENTLE RUSTLING OF PAPERS FILLED THE CLASSROOM AS YOU SETTLED INTO YOUR SEAT, trying your best to look occupied.
you had spent almost two years harboring a secret crush on nishimura riki.
he was the effortlessly cool, funny and incredibly kind boy who always seemed to catch your eye.
he was everything you admired; confident, talented, and strikingly handsome.
the only problem was that you had never spoken to him in those two years other than probably eight words? — more under cut !
your friends often teased you about your obvious infatuation.
every time riki walked by or glanced in your direction, your heart would race, and your cheeks would flush a deep shade of red.
you couldn't help but steal glances at him, and more often than not, you found him looking back at you, a curious expression on his face.
today was no different. as you sat pretending to read, you felt his eyes on you.
you looked up, meeting his gaze for a brief moment before quickly looking away, your face burning. he caught you again!
this was becoming a pattern, and you could tell he was starting to find it amusing. his soft chuckle and the way his eyes crinkled at the corners made your heart skip a beat.
riki had noticed you a while ago. at first, he found it odd that you were always looking at him, but as time went on, he started to find it endearing.
there was something about your shy demeanor and the way you blushed whenever he caught you staring that he found incredibly cute and endearing.
it didn't take long for him to develop a crush on you, but every time he tried to approach you, you would get so flustered that you'd hiccup and then run away like a damsel in distress.
it was after one of these encounters, where you had practically sprinted out of the classroom after riki had simply said "hi," that he began to doubt himself.
maybe you didn't like him at all. maybe you were just being polite, and he had misinterpreted your shyness for something more.
the thought made his heart ache, and he started avoiding you, thinking it would be best to spare both of you the awkwardness.
days turned into weeks, and you noticed riki's absence quite quickly. he no longer looked your way, no longer smiled at you from across the room.
the realization that he lost interest in you because of your shy demeanour and the fact that you can’t speak a few words to him hurt more than you cared to admit.
your friends noticed your growing sadness and decided to take matters into their own hands.
"y/n, you need to do something,"
your best friend, eunchae, said one afternoon as you all sat in the cafeteria.
"you can't just let this go on forever. you like him, and he clearly liked you too before you kept running away."
"but what if he doesn't like me anymore?" you asked, your voice small.
"he does," eunchae insisted.
"trust me. you just need to show him how you feel. write him a letter or something. leave it on his desk."
you bit your lip, considering her suggestion. the thought of writing down your feelings and leaving it for riki to find made your heart pound with a mix of fear and excitement.
after much encouragement from your friends, you finally agreed.
that night, you sat at your desk, the blank page in front of you feeling like the most intimidating thing in the world.
after several false starts and a lot of crumpled paper, you finally managed to write a letter that you felt conveyed your feelings without being too over the top.
dear riki,
i don't know if you've noticed, but i've liked you for a long time. almost two years now. i know i get super shy and always run away whenever you try to talk to me, but it's just because i get so nervous around you. you're amazing, and i didn't want to make a fool of myself.
i'm sorry if i made you think i don't like you. i really do, i just didn't know how to show it.
i really hope you feel the same,
with love, y/n.
the next day, with trembling hands, you slipped the letter onto riki's desk before class started and quickly took your seat, your heart racing.
throughout the day, you couldn't concentrate, your mind occupied with thoughts of how riki would react.
would he laugh? would he be angry? would he ignore you completely?
when the final bell rang, you gathered your things and left the classroom, your steps slow and hesitant.
you were almost at the school gate when you heard someone calling your name.
turning around, you saw riki jogging towards you, holding the letter in his hand.
"y/n, wait!" he called out, his expression serious yet hopeful.
you froze, your heart in your throat as he reached you.
"r-riki, i..."
"come with me," he interrupted, gently taking your hand and leading you back into the school.
you followed him, your mind racing with endless possibilities.
he led you up to the rooftop, a place you often went to when you needed to think.
it was quiet and peaceful, with a beautiful view of the city.
once you were there, riki turned to face you, still holding your hand. "i read your letter," he said softly.
you swallowed hard, unable to meet his gaze out of the cheesy words you had written.
"i'm sorry if it was weird. i just... i didn't know how else to tell you."
riki let out a small laugh, shaking his head.
"it's not weird, y/n. it's actually really sweet. and it made me realize something."
you finally looked up at him, confusion and hope pooling in your eyes.
"what do you mean?"
riki took a deep breath, his thumb gently caressing the back of your hand shyly.
"i like you too, y/n. i have for a while now. i thought you didn't like me because you always ran away, but now i understand why."
your eyes widened in surprise.
"you... you do?"
riki nodded, his expression sincere.
"yeah, i do. and i'm really glad you wrote me that letter. it gave me the courage to tell you how i feel."
tears of relief and happiness welled up in your eyes.
"i was so scared you'd hate me."
"how could i hate you?" riki said softly, stepping closer.
"you're amazing, y/n. and i'm really happy we can finally be honest with each other."
before you could respond, riki leaned in and kissed you, his lips soft and gentle against yours.
the kiss was sweet and warm, filled with all the emotions you had both kept bottled up for so long.
when he finally pulled away, you were both smiling, the weight of your unspoken feelings lifted of your shoulders.
riki took your hand again, intertwining his fingers with yours.
"so, what do you say we start over? hi, i'm riki."
you laughed, your heart soaring in love.
"hi, i'm y/n. nice to meet you."
he grinned, his eyes sparkling with happiness.
"nice to meet you too. now, let's get out of here. we've got a lot of catching up to do!"
with your hand in his, you left the rooftop, your heart lighter than it had been in years.
it had taken almost two years of shy glances and unspoken feelings, but you had finally found the courage to open up to riki.
as you walked out of the school together, you knew that this was just the beginning of something beautiful.
© won4kiss 2024
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𖠵 . ׅ ࣪ ⌇ 𝐼N 𝑀Y 𝐷𝑅𝐸AM𝑆
ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 popular jock! park sunghoon x 𝑓! reader 𝒢enre. angst &fluff. 𝓢ynopsis. in which sunghoon has a crush on you ! 𝑤𝑐 𐙚ㅤㅤ 1292 ⸝⸝ not edited, pet names cursing kissing skin ship . ୭ৎ — 𝓵𝗂𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗋𝔂 ᥫ᭡
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YOU WERE SAT AT YOUR USUAL SPOT IN THE LIBRARY, SURROUNDED BY TEXTBOOKS AND NOTES, COMPLETELY ENGROSSED IN YOUR STUDIES.
the world of high school drama and popularity contests seemed miles away out of focus at this very moment.
you were content in your own world, focusing on your academics and aiming for a bright future.
that all changed one fateful night when your friends managed to drag you to one of your university’s famous basketball games.
the gymnasium was packed with students, all dressed in your schools representative colours, their cheers echoing off the walls as the school's star player, park sunghoon, dominated the court.
he was the epitome of popularity; tall, athletic, undeniably hot and effortlessly charming. — more under cut !
while your friends screamed and cheered for sunghoon, you remained unimpressed.
you weren’t very fond of the athletes attending your university, yes you know how attractive they are, and how they dominate the other universities, but what makes you despise them is how they get to use their athletics as an excuse to not perform well in their academics.
you, on the other hand have dedicated all your free time just to see that “a+” on your paper while they get their future handed to them for free.
instead, you observed the game with a detached interest, not caring much about the excitement that gripped the crowd.
when sunghoon once again scored another point, the gym erupted in an applause and cheers of victory, but you simply rolled your eyes.
sunghoon, in the middle of his victory celebration, scanned the crowd and that’s when his gaze landed on you.
his eyes widened slightly when he saw you roll your eyes at the cheers.
intrigued by your indifference, he winked at you, expecting a typical blush or a giggle.
instead, to his surprise you met his gaze and rolled your eyes once again, turning away.
sunghoon was beyond shocked and, for the first time, genuinely intrigued.
after the game had finally ended, as you gathered your things to leave, sunghoon approached you.
"hey, can i get your number? you're really cute,"
he questioned with a confident smile as you held back a scoff.
you looked at him, unimpressed as you sighed.
“do you even know my name, park sunghoon?” you meekly continued as he awkwardly rubbed the nape of his neck.
“no, but i’d love to learn it..?”
"yeah- no, thanks," you replied curtly, brushing past him.
unfortunately, to your dismay, this definitely wasn’t the last of park sunghoon disrupting your everyday daily life.
this became a routine over the next few months. sunghoon would find you between classes, breaks or in the library, attempting to charm you over and over again with his smooth talk and winning grin.
each and every single time, you rejected him without hesitation, not taking his advances seriously.
despite his persistence, you remained firm, convinced he was just another shallow jock who loved the chase more than the actual person.
one evening, as you were walking back to your campus dorms after a late study session, stressed out of your mind, sunghoon caught up with you.
"hey, my princess, wait up!" he called, jogging to your side.
"what is it this time, sunghoon?" you asked, exasperated and completely burnt out.
"i really like you. i want to take you out," he said, his voice sincere and soft, but you were not having it.
the thought of him chasing after you for the thrill had angered you even more, he thought uttering a few kind words to you would really make you believe he wasn’t the same as all the other campus playboys!
you scoffed. "real funny, sunghoon. you say that, but i don't believe you. you're just a stupid jock who likes the thrill of the chase."
sunghoon's expression hardened, and for the first time in these past few months, you saw genuine hurt in his eyes.
"you think i'm just a stupid jock?" he repeated, his voice trembling with frustration.
"i have feelings too, you know? i genuinely like you. i like the way you always focus so intensely when you study, the way your eyebrows furrow everytime i confess to you, the way you roll your eyes at me, and even how you always reject me.”
“i know i’m not perfect, but i really like you, y/n.”
“maybe in my dreams, you'll like me back one day too." he muttered.
with that, he turned and walked away, leaving you standing there in shock.
his words echoed in your mind, and for the first time, you felt a pang of guilt.
the next few days were unsettling for you.
after months of having sunghoon follow you as if he were lost puppy, he completely disappeared from your daily routine.
sunghoon was nowhere to be seen, you searched for him as you passed the gymnasium, and even went out of your way and took longer routes just to pass his class, and you couldn't help but feel a strange ache in your chest.
the school felt different without his constant presence and playful attempts to win your hearts affection.
sucking up your pride, you approached his jock friends, concern evident in your voice.
"where's sunghoon? is he okay?"
they exchanged glances before one of them, jake sim replied,
"he's been feeling 'sick' lately."
the way he said it, mixed with the look he gave you, told you it was more than just a physical illness.
worried even more out of your mind, you decided to skip your classes and head to his dorm.
you hesitantly knocked on the door, asking yourself if you were really doing this.
it took a moment before sunghoon opened it. he looked like a mess—dark eye bags, a scratched up face, and disheveled hair.
without a word, you stepped forward and hugged him tightly, tears streaming down your face at the sight of him.
"i'm so sorry, sunghoon. i didn't realize how much i hurt you. i just... i didn't think you were serious. but it felt so weird without you these past few days. i've gotten used to you being around, and i missed you."
“i thought my life would go back to normal without you, but you became apart of my normal..i need you, hoon.”
sunghoon's arms slowly wrapped around you, getting over the initial shock and he smiled softly, grinning down at you.
"i missed you too," he whispered as he pulled back slightly to look at you.
"so, does this mean you'll take me seriously now?"
you nodded, tears still in your eyes.
"yes. i promise!"
you two continued staring into the gaze of each others eyes, sunghoon sighed caressing your cheek.
“can i kiss you? i mean- sorry that was weird, you could say no-“
“just kiss me, dumbass.”
and with that, he leaned in and kissed you softly, a gentle, soft and reassuring kiss that made your heart pound in your chest.
when you pulled back, you asked,
"have you been locked away because of me?"
he chuckled, shaking his head.
"i just had a week off and decided to give you space so i stayed up late gaming. my friends tricked you, they sent me a message after you asked about me."
you looked at him with disbelief before you both laughed, the tension finally easing away.
sunghoon held you close, his smile shining brighter than ever, leaving you in awe.
"i'm glad you came to find me."
he whispered, completely love struck.
"i'm glad too," you whispered, resting your head on his shoulder.
it was a sweet, unexpected ending to what had started as an unlikely relationship, and as you stood there wrapped in his arms, you knew you were ready to let down your walls and let park sunghoon devour you whole.
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THE STERILE SCENT OF THE ANTISEPTIC FILLED THE AIR AS YOU SCRUBBED IN FOR ANOTHER GRUELING AND TIRESOME SURGERY.
as a cardiothoracic surgeon at one of the top hospitals in the country, you were used to the high-pressure environment.
however, one thing you could never get used to was working alongside lee heeseung.
heeseung, with his sharp intellect and even sharper tongue, and his annoyingly angelic face— contrasting to his devilish personality was your professional rival.
as much as you hated to admit— he was as brilliant as he was infuriating, and every time your paths crossed, sparks flew—mostly in the form of heated arguments.
today was no different. you glanced at heeseung through the glass of the scrub room, noticing the way his jaw tightened as he prepared for the surgery. — more under cut !
he caught your eye and held your gaze for a moment longer than necessary with a small grin before it faded into a cocky smirk looking away, a silent challenge lingering in the air.
as you walked into the room, you felt yourself immediately grow agitated already at heeseung’s words.
“are you sure you should be near this patient, it would be a shame to put him at risk because of some dumbass with no surgical skills whatsoever..” he finished as the nurses around you sighed at the bickering to come.
“come on lee, you’re annoying everyone in the damn room. shut your pretty mouth and put those hands to use.”
“oh i know how to put these hands to use alright—“
“oh my fucking god, lee heeseun—“
before you could rebuttal, the nurse interrupted.
“um— the patient is under now.. could you do your job and talk about ‘putting those hands to use’ later?”
you winced at how informally you were talking in front of the nurses— lee heeseung sure does bring out the worst in you, alright.
“right… I’m sorry everyone!”
as the surgery began, you fell into the familiar rhythm, focusing on the delicate sutures and balance required to save a life.
the patient, a middle-aged man with severe coronary artery disease, was in an extreme critical condition.
every move had to be precise, every decision planned and flawless.
despite the tension between you and heeseung, both you and heeseung were professionals, completely focused on the task at hand.
the surgery proceeded smoothly until a complication arose—an unexpected tear in the arterial wall.
"we need to act fast," you said, your voice steady despite the panic and urgency.
"i know," heeseung replied tensely. "suction, now!"
you worked in quiet, the room silent except for the beeping of monitors and the soft clink of instruments.
finally, after what felt like an eternity, the crisis was under control, and the patient's condition stabilized.
as you stepped back, heeseung's eyes met yours again.
"good work," he said, but there was no warmth in his tone, only a grudging edge.
he was usually in a positive mood after a surgery had finished, but today something different— cold, almost angry sparked in his bambi eyes, leaving you in a sour mood.
the surgery had taken its toll, and you were completely exhausted.
you headed to the break room, hoping for even a small moment of peace with your growing headache, but heeseung followed you.
you could feel his eyes boring into your back as you poured yourself a cup of coffee.
"do you ever think before you act?" he snapped, breaking the silence.
you turned to face him, frowning at his accusatory tone.
"what are you on about now, lee?"
"if you hadn't hesitated, maybe we wouldn't have had that complication," he said, his words like a slap to the face.
you felt your blood boil. "are you seriously blaming me for that? we both know it was an unpredictable complication."
heeseung's eyes flashed with anger. "maybe if you paid more attention to the patient's history, you would have anticipated it."
“are you kidding me, heeseung? please, i can’t do this today—“
unfortunately, heeseung failed to notice the trembling in your voice and continued the growing argument.
“you can’t do this today? be so serious y/n, that man almost died today— you almost killed that man!”
the argument escalated quickly, voices rising as accusations flew back and forth.
finally, heeseung said something that cut deeper than any scalpel.
"maybe if you were more competent, our patient wouldn't have been at such risk of death because of you and you only!."
the room fell silent. his words hung in the air, heavy and unforgivable.
you felt your throat tighten, tears threatening to spill. without another word, you turned and walked out, leaving heeseung standing there, a look of shock and regret on his face.
days passed, and you avoided heeseung like the plague.
you switched shifts, took your breaks at odd times, and even walked the long way around the hospital to avoid running into him.
you knew it was petty— but you couldn't help it.
his words had hurt more than you wanted to admit.
heeseung, for his part, seemed increasingly frustrated. you could see him out of the corner of your eye, his gaze following you whenever you were in the same room.
he tried to approach you several times, but you always found a way to slip away before he could say anything.
your colleagues noticed the growing tension and ultimately decided on avoiding the two of you in the same room altogether.
it wasn't until you found yourself alone in the on-call room that heeseung had finally managed to corner you.
you were resting on the stiff bunk bed, trying to catch a few minutes of sleep when the door swung open.
to your surprise— heeseung stood in the doorway, his expression a mix of determination and desperation.
“oh, you’ve got to be kidding me—“
"we need to talk, y/n.." he said, closing the door behind him.
you sat up, crossing your arms defensively.
"there's nothing to talk about."
"yes, there is," he insisted, stepping closer.
"look— i didn't mean what i said the other day. i was angry and tired, and i took it out on you. it wasn't fair, and i'm sorry."
you looked away, the hurt still fresh. "you can't just say something like that and expect everything to be okay."
heeseung sighed, running a hand through his hair.
"i know. and i don't expect you to forgive me right away. but it hurts when you ignore me. we work together, and i... i can't stand the thought of you hating me."
you felt a pang of sympathy despite yourself.
"heeseung, it's not that easy. you really hurt me this time."
"i know," he said softly.
"and i'd do anything to make it right. even if it means losing all my dignity saying this."
you couldn't help it—a small giggle escaped your lips.
the idea of the usually stoic heeseung talking about losing his dignity was too much.
heeseung's eyes lit up at the sound, and a soft smile spread across his face.
"there it is," he said gently.
"that's the smile i've missed."
you shook your head, still smiling.
"you're impossible, lee heeseung."
heeseung took a step closer, his expression earnest.
"i mean it. i'm really sorry. can we.. start over?"
you hesitated for a moment, then nodded.
"okay lee. but you owe me."
heeseung grinned. "anything you want. just name it."
"how about a date?" you suggested, your eyes widened, surprising yourself with your boldness.
heeseung's eyes widened in surprise, then softened. "a date? i'd like that."
he reached out, his hand brushing against yours. the touch was warm, comforting.
slowly, he leaned in, his lips nearly touching yours as he looked into your eyes with a gentleness.
“can i…”
“get on with it already, heeseung—“
suddenly his lips crashed against yours, meeting yours in a soft, delicate kiss.
it was gentle, feeling all the unspoken words and feelings from all these years of working together, bickering and the childish arguments.
when you finally pulled away, heeseung was smiling.
"so, about that date... when are you free?"
you giggled, the tension between you finally broken.
"how about tonight after our shift ends?"
"it's a date," he said, his eyes sparkling with genuine happiness and adoration.
as you left the on-call room together, you couldn't help but feel that maybe, just maybe, things would be different from now on.
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THE HALLWAYS OF YOUR HIGHSCHOOL WERE ALWAYS OVERCROWDED AND LOUD BUSTLING WITH ENERGY AND THE STUDENTS,
but you and sunghoon managed to carve out your own little world amidst the chaos.
he was the pride of the school, star athlete and heartthrob, always at the center of attention, yet he only had eyes for you.
your relationship was the cause of envy for many – a love story quite literally straight out of a fairy tale.
you remember the first time he asked you out, how could you ever forget? it was during a study session in the library, right before the exams, his face turning a bright red as if he were a tomato!
he stammered out the words. you had laughed, thinking it was a joke, but the determined look in his eyes made your heart skip a beat.
and from that moment, you were inseparable, but little did you know what was yet to come. — more under cut !
your dates were simple, yet memorable.
park sunghoon came from a rich family, and you had grown up very differently.
while he grew up with a silver spoon in his mouth, you grew up quite the opposite, with absent parents and older siblings who quickly left home when the chance came.
but to your surprise, he wasn’t bratty or spoiled, he wasn’t disgusted with your lifestyle or class.
instead, he learned the ways of how you live your life.
to you park sunghoon was the most humble man you had met. he didn’t take you out to five-star michelin restaurants, instead your dates consisted of being sat in his bmw in the mcdonald’s drive through, munching on greasy fries and cheese burgers.
everything was absolutely perfect.
late-night walks in the park, holding hands under the glowing stars, shared popsicle sticks that melted too quickly in the summer heat – each moment was perfect.
sunghoon had a way of making even the most basic activities feel special.
he would leave little notes in your locker, filled with sweet messages that brightened your day. your friends had teased you endlessly, you never heard the end of it, but you didn't mind; you were in love.
during lunch breaks, you would sit together under the big oak tree in the school courtyard, talking about your dreams and plans for the future.
sunghoon wanted to become a professional athlete, while you dreamed of pursuing a career in business.
the thought of being apart after high school absolutely terrified you both, but you promised each other that nothing could come between you.
if you had to choose one, your favourite memory with park sunghoon was the night of the school dance.
sunghoon showed up at your house, looking stunning in his suit, a shy smile on his face as he handed you a bouquet of your favorite flowers.
the two of you danced the night away, lost in each other's arms, the rest of the world fading into the background.
as the evening came to an end, he walked you home, his hand never leaving yours.
under the soft glow of the streetlights, he kissed you, a sweet promise of forever.
as graduation approached soon after, you noticed a big change in sunghoon.
he became distant, his usual cheerfulness replaced by a somber and dull mood.
you tried to talk to him, of course you did, you tried your best to understand what was wrong, but he brushed off your concerns with forced smiles and vague reassurances.
you wanted to believe him, to trust that everything was fine, but the nagging feeling in your gut told you otherwise.
the day of graduation was supposed to be one of celebration, a celebration of years of hard work and shared dreams.
unfortunately for you, it became a day of complete and utter heartbreak.
you stood in your cap and gown, searching the crowd for sunghoon, but he was nowhere to be found.
panic set in as you tried calling him, each unanswered ring amplifying your fear.
you sent texts, pleading for an explanation, pleading for him to show up, but the silence was deafening.
you went to his house, but it was completely empty, a 'for sale' sign planted in the front yard.
the reality hit you like a ton of bricks – sunghoon was gone, without a word, without a goodbye, as if you were nothing to him, as if you were some summer fling.
your friends gathered around you, offering comfort, but their words did little to ease the pain that soared through you.
you spent the entire night staring at your phone, you were supposed to be out with your friends, with sunghoon, partying, celebrating the milestone and the survival of high-school.
instead it was spent hoping, praying for a message that never came.
days turned into weeks, and the reality set in – park sunghoon was gone, leaving you with a shattered heart and countless questions.
FIVE YEARS LATER.
the terrorizing buzzing of your alarm clock pulled you awake from a restless sleep.
you groaned, rolling over to hit the snooze button once again, but the persistent ringing reminded you of the long day ahead.
with a heavy sigh, you dragged yourself out of bed and into the shower, the hot water doing little to wash away the weariness and dread clinging to your bones.
after quickly dressing into your usual work attire – a simple blouse and skirt – you hurried to the kitchen to grab a quick breakfast.
the coffee machine sputtered and groaned, mirroring your own exhaustion. you burned your toast and spilled coffee on your shirt,
“are you fucking kidding me?” cursing under your breath as you hurriedly changed into another blouse.
the commute to work was no better. the bus was packed, leaving you standing and yearning for space, the claustrophobia clawing at you.
when you finally arrived at the office, you were already running late. mr. choi, your boss, was waiting for you at the entrance, his expression a mix of irritation and disdain.
"late again, i see," he sneered, his eyes narrowing.
"this is becoming a habit, and i don't tolerate incompetence in my employees."
“this is why females should stick to cooking..” he muttered under his breath as you looked down, squeezing your eyes shut.
mr. choi was the most misogynistic and sexist man you had ever met, but if you wanted to keep this job, no— you needed this job, if you wanted to reach your dreams, you had to take it.
even if it costed you your very own dignity.
you mumbled an apology, your cheeks burning with embarrassment with the stares of the other staff as you hurried to your desk.
the day dragged on, each minute feeling like an hour. mr. choi's constant demands and demeaning comments wore you down, but you pushed through, finding comfort in the support of your colleagues.
jake, your coworker, noticed your foul mood and tried to cheer you up.
"rough morning, y/nie" he asked, his tone overflowing with aegyo as he handed you a cup of tea.
"that's an understatement, and never do that in front of me again, jake sim!"
“why though! am i not cute enough for you?”
“you’re not cute, period.” you sighed, although that interaction had mixed up your insides in distaste, you were grateful for his kindness and determination to cheer you up.
jake was a light of positivity in the otherwise toxic environment of your workplace.
he often went out of his way to help you, making the long hours much more bearable.
despite the occasional office rumors, your relationship with jake was purely platonic, built on mutual respect, twisted humour and shared struggles.
around midday, to your dismay, mr. choi called you into his office.
"we have a very important client meeting today," he barked.
"i need you to serve tea like a noble lady and make sure everything goes smoothly. do not mess this up, you hear me?"
“yes, sir…”
nodding, you quickly ran to the staff room and prepared the tea, balancing the tray carefully as you approached the office door.
taking a deep breath, you knocked and entered, your eyes fixed on the floor.
"tea is served, sir," you announced, your voice steady despite the nerves of anxiety and nausea.
as you placed the tray on the table, a familiar voice made your heart stop.
"thank you so much," the voice said, and you looked up, your breath catching in your throat.
sitting across from mr. choi the last person you had ever expected.
it was park sunghoon, his presence a jabbing reminder of the unfateful past you had tried so hard to forget.
the shock was too much for you to handle.
your hands trembled, and the tray slipped, sending hot coffee spilling onto your lap. you gasped in pain, the burning liquid soaking through your clothes.
“y/n— are you okay?” sunghoon screeched as he stood up with worry, pacing towards you.
unfortunately for you, mr. choi's face turned red with anger.
"you clumsy fucking idiot!" he shouted.
"do you have any idea what you've done? you're a disgrace!"
“i warned you, bitch—“
sunghoon stood up abruptly, his eyes filled with anger and concern.
"that's enough, mr. kim" he said, his voice firm.
“mr. park, it’s ’mr. choi! c-h-o—“ he nervously uttered before sunghoon had cut him off.
"i absolutely won't be working with someone who treats their employees this way." he turned to you, his expression softening.
"come on, let's get you out of here."
you tried to resist his grip, the emotions of seeing your first love who disappeared on you after many years overwhelming you.
"let go of me, sunghoon! you have no right to even look my way after what you did!"
ignoring your protests, sunghoon led you to a storage room, closing the door behind you.
he stared at you for a good fifteen seconds before he pulled you into a hug, his arms strong and reassuring, even comforting after all these years, and that angered you.
"are you okay?" he asked, his voice filled with genuine worry.
you took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm of emotions swirling inside you.
"i'm fine," you said, though your voice wavered with the weight of your anger.
“y/n, you’re not fine—“
“yes i am, i’ll be leaving now.” you said firmly walking towards the exit as sunghoon softly gripped your arm, his touch begging you to stay.
“please y/n, wait—“
"want me to stay? then i need to know why you left without saying anything. you owe me that much."
sunghoon sighed as he pushed his hair back, his eyes filled with an ocean of regret.
"my family moved overseas suddenly, you know how they are— they refused to let me stay behind and i didn't know how to tell you. i thought it would be easier if i just disappeared, that you would move on without me holding you back. it was a mistake, and i've regretted it every day since."
he looked at you with a glimmer of something you couldn’t quite place, he sighed at your dumbfounded state and walked a step closer to you— his hand reaching out to caress your face before he hesitated, pulling them back to his side.
“i was eighteen and a fucking clueless idiot, y/n. you have every right to hate me, i’m so sorry.”
his words stirred up a mix of emotions – anger, sadness, but also a glimmer of nostalgia.
and it hit you— this was sunghoon standing right in front of you, your sunghoon.
"you should have trusted me, sunghoon" you said, tears welling up in your eyes.
"i needed you, sunghoon. you broke my heart, you shattered it and left me with nothing."
"i know," he whispered, his voice breaking.
"i tried to reach out, to find you, but when i saw that post on your account of you with your husband, jake sim was it? and the kids, i knew it was wrong. you had moved on, you have a family."
you shook your head in confusion, the misunderstanding almost laughable if it weren't so tragic.
"jake is just a friend, and those kids were part of a charity event. you should have reached out and asked anyway.."
sunghoon's shoulders fell with relief and shame.
"i'm so sorry. i was an idiot, and i hurt you. i know this is sudden and i don’t even have any right saying this— but i never stopped loving you, not for a moment. please, give me another chance. let me make it up to you."
you hesitated, the pain of the past still fresh in your mind as if it had all occurred yesterday.
"it's hard, sunghoon. you hurt me deeply, and it's not easy to just forget that."
he took your hand, the sudden feeling bringing you a wave of nostalgia, his eyes pleading.
"i know it's a lot to ask, trust me baby i know—but i promise i'll do everything i can to make it right. i still love you, more than anything. please, let me prove it to you."
seeing the sincerity in his eyes, hearing the old affectionate petname he had for you, you felt your resolve weakening.
"fine… one last chance, sunghoon. but you can't mess up. i can't go through that pain ever again."
a tear rolled down his cheek as he nodded with a grin— as if he had been told he had won the lottery (as if he wasn’t rich already...).
"thank you. i promise you with my whole heart and soul, i won't let you down." he leaned in, shyly pecking your cheek before taking your hand.
the gesture was so familiar, so comforting, that you couldn't help but smile.
just then, the door creaked open, and your best friend, who now worked with you, peeked in.
"everything okay in here, y/n?—" she asked before gasping, her eyes widening when she saw sunghoon.
a knowing smirk spread across her face.
"well, well, look who it is! i always knew you were gonna come back at some point, you were way too down bad to ever get over her.."
you and sunghoon laughed, the sound lightening the heavy atmosphere.
it felt like a new beginning, a chance to rebuild what was lost, to make up for the time could’ve been spent in each other’s embrace.
“well.. we should probably leave, don’t you think?—“ you cut sunghoon off with a quick, soft kiss before running out of the room with pink flushed cheeks and a heavy heart.
“hey— you can’t just do that and expect me to be okay!” he yelled before catching up to you with a soft grin.
of course, with the lovesick look in his eyes which he always carried for you.
holding sunghoon's hand, you walked out of the storage room together, and you knew in that moment that everything would be okay— because it was your sunghoon.
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THE MOON SHINED BRIGHTLY UP IN THE NIGHT SKY, LEAVING AN ETHEREAL GLOW ON THE QUIET ROADS OF YOUR SMALL TOWN.
you pulled your jacket tighter around you, trying to fend off the chilly autumn air as you made your way to the convenience store.
the streets were eerily empty, the only sound being the distant hum of traffic and the occasional rustle of leaves crunching.
as you entered the convenience store, the bell above the door jingled softly, signifying your arrival as you nod a greeting to the sleepy cashier who could honestly care less behind the counter.
you wandered through the aisles, grabbing a few snacks and a bottle of soda.
as you headed towards the counter to pay, you noticed a shadow at the corner of your eye, moving outside the store.
your heart skips a beat, and a sense of unease and anxiousness washed over you. — more under cut !
you quickly paid for your items and stepped outside, hoping to make it back home without any trouble whatsoever.
but as soon as you stepped out, you realized that the shadow you saw earlier was unfortunately not a figment of your imagination.
a man is standing across the street, holding an empty bottle of alcohol with a smile of mischief, his eyes locked onto you.
he starts to follow you, his steps quickening as you quicken yours.
immediate panic rises in your chest, and you look around desperately for anyone who might help.
that's when you saw him.
a tall figure standing near the entrance of an alley, his hands shoved into his pockets and a cigarette dangling from his lips.
even in the dim light, you recognized him instantly.
nishimura riki.
the town's notorious bad boy. the one everyone warns you to stay away from.
but right now, he's your only hope.
you take a shaky deep breath and walk towards him, your heart pounding in your ears.
"hey, baby," you say, trying to keep your voice steady.
"i've been looking for you."
riki looks up, his eyes narrowing as he takes in the sight of you.
before he can even mutter a response, the man who's been following you steps closer, his gaze suspicious.
"is she really your girlfriend?" the man demands, grinning at riki.
for a moment, you think riki is going to walk away and leave you to fend for yourself.
but then he surprises you. he wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you close to him.
"yeah dipshit, you heard her didn’t you? she's with me," he says with venom dripping off his tone, his eyes never leaving the man.
"got a problem with that?"
the man hesitates, clearly intimidated by riki's calm demeanor.
"n-no," he stammers, taking a step back.
"no problem!"
riki watches him for a moment longer with a threatening glare before the man turns and hurries away.
you let out a shaky breath, your knees feeling weak with relief.
"thank you," you whisper, looking up at riki.
"i won't bother you again, i promise."
you start to pull away, but riki's grip on your waist tightens.
"the least you could do treat me to some ramen after that," he says, his voice soft but firm.
“i-if you want to of course, i’m not forcing you—“
you're shocked by his request, but you nod, unable to refuse after what he's just done for you.
he leads you to a small ramen shop a few blocks away, and you sit down at a corner table.
the warmth of the shop is a warm and welcome contrast to the cold night air, and you feel yourself relaxing a little as you take in the cozy atmosphere.
as you eat, you find yourself making conversation with riki, easing the awkward tension as you told him about your day and your plans for the future.
to your surprise, he listens attentively, occasionally nodding or asking a question.
he's not the terrifying bully everyone makes him out to be. in fact, he's sweet and cute, and you can't help but wonder why everyone is so terrified of him.
"why is everyone so scared of you?" you ask, voicing your thoughts.
"you're not like what they say at all."
riki looks away, a faint blush coloring his cheeks.
he stood up abruptly, leaving a twenty-dollar bill on the table.
"thanks for the company," he mumbles before scurrying out of the shop.
“but i was supposed to treat you—“
you're left staring after him, stunned with your mind racing.
as you headed home, you can't stop thinking about riki and the unexpected side of him that you've seen tonight.
when you finally crawl into the comfort of bed, it's with thoughts of his shy smile and soft voice pacing in your head.
the next day at school, you walk into your classroom full of chatter and students to find riki sleeping at his desk as usual.
you can't help but giggle at the sight of him, and as you pass his desk, you feel someone lightly grab your wrist.
you turn around to see riki looking up at you, rubbing the nape of his neck shyly.
"would you like to eat ramen with me again?" he asks, his voice barely above a whisper.
before you can respond, you hear whispers and snickers from the other students around you.
"look at her, talking to that delinquent," one of them sneers.
"she's probably just as bad as he is then.."
riki's expression falls, and he lets go of your wrist.
"i'm sorry," he mutters.
"i shouldn't have gotten you involved with me. now everyone's going to talk bad about you.."
you feel a sudden surge of anger at their cruel words.
you turn to face the gossiping students, your eyes blazing.
“shut up,” you snap.
"riki is sweet and kind, and definitely a better person than any of you."
the room falls silent, and you grab riki's wrist, pulling him out of the classroom and up to the rooftop.
once you're there, you let go of his wrist and take a deep breath, trying to calm down.
"thank you," riki says softly, his eyes filled with gratitude.
“why do you let everyone talk about you like that, riki? it’s not even true!” you frowned as he let out a soft grin.
"it's really hard for me to open up to people, and well— i don’t really care about them, but you.. you got me to open up so quickly..."
you smile at him, feeling a warmth spread through your chest.
"i'm glad you did," you say.
"i like getting to know the real you."
riki blushes, looking down at the concrete.
"would you... would you like to go on a date with me?" he asks, his voice trembling with nerves.
you're stunned for a moment, your heart racing. when he looks up at you, his eyes full of hope, you lean in and kiss him softly on the cheek.
"does that answer your question?" you whisper before turning and running back down the stairs, your heart pounding with excitement.
as you make your way back to class, you can't stop smiling.
you know that being with riki won't be easy, especially with his reputation but you also know that it's worth it.
because behind the tough exterior and the bad reputation, there's a sweet, kind boy who just needs someone to believe in him.
and you're more than happy to be that someone.
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GENRE ៸៸ fluff & angst ៸ oneshot ﹔ SYPNOSIS┆in which your brothers best friend whom you’ve always had feelings for comes back this summer, except somethings’ very different .ᐟㅤ ꒰ WORD COUNT﹕5265 ꒱── 𝓦ARNING(S) not edited ៸ kissing ៸ pet names ៸ misunderstandings ៸ . ݁ ✦ ݁ . ⊱ LIBRARY . . . ﹕LUNA 💭 — i can’t believe this is actually 5k words.. this took forever omg but i loved writing this ily jake ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖
YOU HAD ALWAYS KNOWN JAKE SIM AS YOUR OLDER BROTHER'S QUIET, EXTREMELY SHY AND NERDY BEST FRIEND WHO COULD NOT INTERACT WITH A GIRL FOR THE LIFE OF HIM.
the guy who would fumble with his glasses, constantly blushing whenever someone spoke directly to him.
you remembered how his ears would turn red, especially around you, which always made your stomach twist with a certain warmth.
but those days were long gone in the past, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t have a tiny crush on him growing up— but hey, no one else saw him when he would get you gifts with the small amount of money he saved up on your birthdays— or the way his ears would turn a bright red as you hugged him in appreciation.
when you returned home for the summer, you expected things to be the exact same.
waking up in your childhood bedroom felt familiar and comforting, the sun gently pouring in through your blinds, kissing your skin as you slowly stirred awake.
the house was quiet— silent as usual, your parents were out for the day, leaving you and your older brother to have the house to yourselves. ─── more under cut !
half-asleep, your feet gently padded down onto the wood as you made your way downstairs, your brain barely registering the soft hum of voices from the kitchen.
you assumed it was heeseung, who else would be at your house 10:00am in the morning?
with a tired yawn, stretching your arms mindlessly, you made your way to the fridge, reaching for a glass of water with your eyes still quite literally closed.
you barely noticed the figure leaning casually against the counter, your eyes half-lidded as you sipped on the beverage.
“not gonna greet me, princess? i’m hurt..”
the voice startled you, causing you to spill a bit of water as you turned sharply in shock.
wait— that was definitely not heeseung’s voice.
you blinked up at the figure standing before you, your eyes widening at the realization of who was standing in your kitchen—jake sim.
but he wasn’t the jake you remembered, he certainly was not the awkward nerdy boy who could barely look you in the eye.
instead, standing before you was someone who radiated confidence, with tousled hair that fell perfectly into place and a smirk playing on his lips instead of the usual shy grin.
“j-jake?” you stammered, feeling a sudden wave of flustered heat creeping up your neck.
“i—i didn’t know you were here.”
he chuckled softly, stepping a little closer, his eyes sparkling with amusement.
“and here i thought you were purposely avoiding me.” he replied with a teasing pout.
your heart raced at his teasing tone, he was nothing like the boy you remembered.
the jake standing before you was taller, his frame broader, with a sense of self-assuredness that made your knees weak— you had to remind yourself to breathe.
“n-no, i wouldn’t do that..” you managed to say, stepping back slightly.
“i was just… tired.”
“hmm,” jake hummed thoughtfully, leaning against the counter again, his eyes never leaving yours.
“you’re just as cute in the morning as i remember.”
you felt your cheeks heat up even more if possible, since when did jake talk like this?
you weren’t used to this version of him—the one who seemed to know exactly how to make you flustered with just a few words.
just as you were about to say something in return, strong arms wrapped around your waist from behind, lifting you slightly off the ground. you squealed in surprise as heeseung’s familiar laughter filled the kitchen.
“morning, my baby sister,” heeseung teased, spinning you around before setting you down.
“forgot how adorable you were in the mornings—i miss when you were five..”
you playfully punched at his chest, smirking at his winces as your face was still burning from the interaction with jake.
“don’t tease me, hee.”
“okay— that’s enough!”
heeseung ruffled your hair affectionately before glancing at jake, who had stepped back with a laugh, clearly enjoying the show.
the tension in the room seemed to ease as your brother’s presence lightened the mood, as always.
the three of you spent the morning catching up, with heeseung filling you in on all the university gossip, jake chiming in with his own stories.
but throughout the day, you couldn’t shake the feeling of jake’s lingering gaze, nor could you ignore the subtle flirtatious comments he would occasionally throw your way when heeseung wasn’t present.
to be completely honest— it was confusing.
you had long since convinced yourself that whatever crush you had on jake was over.
you had moved on, hadn’t you? he was just heeseung’s adorable, cute— now turned hot and flirtatious best friend.
but the way he looked at you now, the way his voice softened when he called you “princess,” had your heart skipping beats you weren’t prepared for.
as the summer days went by, jake seemed to be everywhere— leaving you no space to think straight anymore.
whether it was hanging out with heeseung in the living room or joining your family for dinner, he was always around, always watching you with that same intense gaze that made your heartbeat quicken.
his confidence was undeniable, and as much as you tried to deny it, you found yourself drawn to him in a way that left you feeling both excited and terrified.
it was hard not to notice the way he seemed to gravitate towards you, always finding a way to brush against your arm or throw a sly smile your way.
and every time he did, it felt like your carefully built defenses you had up were crumbling piece by piece.
you tried to tell yourself that it was nothing—that jake was just being playful.
but the way his touch lingered and the way his eyes would darken when they met yours told you otherwise.
something had definitely changed between you two, and despite your best efforts, you couldn’t ignore it.
the soft murmur of the ocean filled the air, the salty breeze kissing your skin as you were sat down on the sandy shore.
heeseung and jake were tossing a frisbee back and forth near the waterline, their laughter carried by the wind.
you watched them from your towel, your knees tucked up to your chest, feeling the warmth of the sun soak into your skin.
heeseung was the first to notice you sitting quietly by yourself.
with a mischievous grin, he called out, “hey! are you going to sit there all day like some weirdo, or are you going to join us?”
you shook your head with a small laugh.
“i’m fine right here, thanks!”
jake ran over, his t-shirt clinging to his body from the water.
his hair was damp, tousled by the wind, and a playful smile tugged at his lips.
you tried not to stare, but the way his muscles moved beneath his shirt caught your attention in ways you weren’t ready for.
“come on,” jake urged, crouching down beside you, his hand reaching out to gently nudge your knee.
“you can’t just sit here and watch. that’s no fun.”
you raised an eyebrow, with a joking smirk.
“and what exactly do you suggest i do, sim?”
he smirked, his eyes gleaming with a spark of mischief.
“i suggest you try and catch this.”
before you could react, heeseung tossed the frisbee towards you.
instinctively, you reached out and caught it, your eyes widening in surprise.
“see?” jake grinned, standing up and offering you his hand.
“you’ve got this— all you needed was a little push.”
reluctantly, you took his hand, and he pulled you up from the sand.
his grip was warm and firm, and for a moment, you found yourself lingering in his touch before you quickly let go, feeling a flutter in your chest that you couldn’t shake away.
as the three of you played together by the water, the mood felt light and carefree.
heeseung would shout playful taunts whenever you or jake missed the frisbee, and jake would respond with sarcastic comments that made you laugh.
at one point, the frisbee flew far, and jake chased after it, his feet splashing in the shallow waves.
he turned back with a winners smile, holding the frisbee up in victory, but his eyes softened when they met yours.
“hey, y/n,” he called out, his tone quieter now, almost hesitant.
you looked up from where you were standing, your heart skipping a beat as his gaze locked with yours.
“yeah?”
for a moment, jake just stood there, the ocean behind him and the sun glooming down a soft glow over his face.
his expression was unreadable, as if he was trying to figure out what to say.
but then he shook his head, his lips curling into a gentle smile.
“nothing,” he said softly, walking back towards you.
“just… you look really happy today.”
you blinked, taken aback by the sincerity in his voice.
there was something in the way he said it—something that made you feel like he wasn’t just talking about your appearance, but about you as a person.
your cheeks warmed, and you smiled shyly, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear.
“thanks, i am.”
jake’s smile widened, and he glanced away, almost as if he was embarrassed by his own words.
but the moment lingered, hanging between you like a thread of something unspoken.
you felt it in the way your stomach fluttered, in the way jake’s eyes softened every time they met yours.
it was the kind of moment that left you wondering—hoping—that maybe he felt the same pull that you did.
after the sun had set and the day at the beach had come to an end, the three of you returned home, completely worn out and exhausted but content.
heeseung headed off to bed early, claiming that the sun had drained all his energy, but you and jake decided to stay up a little longer.
the two of you ended up in the backyard, a blanket spread out beneath the stars.
you laid side by side, staring up at the sky, the air cool and crisp after the heat of the day.
“do you remember when we used to do this as kids?” jake asked softly, his voice cutting through the silence of the night.
you smiled, your eyes fixed on the stars twinkling above.
“yeah, of course i do. we’d sneak out of the house and lie out here for hours, just talking about anything and everything.”
jake chuckled quietly.
“heeseung always fell asleep first. every time.”
you giggled at the memory with a fond smile.
“and then we’d try to wake him up, but he’d just mumble something about video games and roll over.”
“some things just never change, huh..” you whispered with a chuckle.
jake’s laughter faded into a comfortable silence, and after a few moments, you felt him shift beside you.
his hand brushed against yours, sending a spark of electricity through your skin.
you glanced over at him, and in the soft moonlight, you could see the way his eyes were focused on you—not the stars.
“do you ever miss those days?” he asked quietly, his voice tinged with a kind of nostalgia that tugged at your heart.
you nodded slowly in agreement.
“sometimes, things felt simpler back then.”
jake’s fingers curled around yours, his touch gentle but hesitant.
“yeah,” he murmured.
“but i think some things… they’re better now.”
your heart skipped a beat at his words, and you found yourself turning to face him fully.
the look in his eyes was different—deeper, there was no teasing smirk, no playful glint.
instead, there was something raw, something vulnerable and real.
you could feel the weight of it pressing down on your chest, and it made your breath catch in your throat.
“jake…” you whispered, your voice barely audible.
he didn’t say anything, but the way he looked at you—the way his eyes traced the curve of your face, the way his thumb gently brushed against the back of your hand— it spoke volumes.
it was as if the air between you had shifted, instead filled with something that neither of you could name but both of you surely felt.
the moment stretched on, and for a brief second, you thought he— jake sim, might kiss you.
the thought sent a shocking thrill through your veins, but before either of you could move, the sound of a door opening broke the intensity of the moment.
“heeseung’s probably wondering where we are,” jake said softly, pulling his hand away and sitting up.
his voice was calm, but you could see the faint but familiar pink blush on his cheeks, and you wondered in that moment— if he felt the same rush of feelings that you did.
you nodded, sitting up as well, though your heart still raced in your chest.
the connection between you felt fragile and real, and as you both headed inside, you couldn’t help but wonder how much longer you’d be able to keep ignoring it.
a few days later, a heavy summer storm rolled in, trapping you all inside of the house.
heeseung was glued to his video games as per usual, so you found yourself in the living room with jake.
the rain poured outside, creating a repetitive sound against the windows as the two of you sat on the couch, watching a movie.
at first, everything felt normal—comfortable, even.
but as the movie progressed, you found your mind drifting back to that night under the stars, to the way jake had held your hand and looked at you like you were the only person in the world.
the tension in the air was subtle but undeniably there.
you could feel it in the way your shoulders brushed against each other, in the way jake’s arm rested a little too close to yours on the couch.
every small movement felt charged, and you found yourself hyper-aware of his presence beside you.
eventually, the movie ended, and jake turned to you, his expression softer than usual.
“can i.. ask you something?”
you looked at him, your heart fluttering at the seriousness in his tone.
“of course.”
jake hesitated for a moment, as if he was gathering his thoughts.
then, he looked into your eyes, his voice quiet but steady.
“do you ever think about what it would be like… if things were different between us?”
your breath hitched at his words.
“what do you mean?”
jake’s gaze didn’t waver.
“i mean like… if we weren’t just friends.”
the room suddenly felt smaller, the air thicker.
your heart pounded in your chest as his words sank in.
you had been wondering the same thing for weeks now—maybe even longer.
but hearing him say it out loud made it real in a way that terrified you.
“i… i don’t know,” you whispered, though the truth was that you had thought about it more than you cared to admit.
you had imagined what it would be like to kiss him, to hold him, to be more than just heeseung’s little sister in his eyes.
jake’s expression softened, and he reached out, his hand gently cupping your cheek.
his touch was warm, comforting, and it made you lean into him despite the nervous energy bubbling in your chest.
“i think about it,” jake admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.
“a lot.”
the honesty in his words made your heart ache in the best way possible.
you wanted to say something—anything—to reassure him that you felt the same way.
but before you could speak, jake's thumb gently traced the curve of your jaw, the slightest touch sending shivers down your spine.
the soft glow of the tv reflected in his eyes, and for a moment, you forgot everything else—forgot the storm outside, forgot heeseung just down the hall, forgot the hesitation that had held you back for so long.
all you could focus on was jake—his face so close to yours, his breath mixing with yours in the small space between you.
the weight of the moment was almost too much to bear, your heart pounding in your chest as you waited for him to say something more, to do something more.
but instead of closing the distance between you, jake let his hand fall from your cheek, his expression shifting to something more uncertain.
he leaned back slightly, his eyes flickering away from yours as if he was suddenly unsure of himself.
“i don’t want to mess things up,” he murmured, almost to himself.
“i don’t want to… hurt you.”
his words hung heavy in the air, and for a moment, you felt a pang of disappointment that he had pulled back.
but then you realized that— he was afraid.
afraid of crossing a line that would change everything between you.
afraid of ruining the friendship that had been so carefully built over the years.
afraid of how his best friend would react to this, he was clueless in everything.
you reached out, placing your hand on top of his.
“jake, you won’t hurt me,” you said softly.
“i trust you.”
his eyes met yours again, and you saw the way his shoulders relaxed slightly at your words.
but still, there was a lingering hesitation in his gaze, as if he was weighing the consequences of what might happen next.
“i just… i’ve always wanted to protect you,” he said quietly.
“even when we were kids, and now… now it feels like there’s so much more at stake.”
you smiled gently, squeezing his hand.
“maybe that’s a good thing.”
jake looked at you for a long moment, the silence between you thick with unspoken feelings.
and then, just as you were about to say something more, the sound of heeseung’s door opening echoed down the hall.
jake pulled back completely, letting out a breath as he ran a hand through his hair.
you quickly shifted in your seat, trying to act as if nothing had happened, even though your heart was still racing in your chest.
heeseung wandered into the living room, oblivious to the tension that had just filled the tiny space.
“what are you guys up to?” he asked, stretching as he approached.
“just finished a movie,” jake said, his voice casual as ever, though you noticed the way he avoided looking directly at you.
heeseung plopped down on the couch between the two of you, completely unaware of the moment he had just interrupted.
“nice. anything good?”
you forced a smile, trying to shake off the lingering feelings from your conversation that had just took place with jake a couple seconds ago.
“yeah, it was pretty good.”
as heeseung started talking about his latest gaming obsession, you couldn’t help but glance over at jake.
he met your gaze briefly, a soft, almost apologetic smile playing on his lips.
it wasn’t much, but it was enough to remind you that the connection between you was still there—still real.
and despite the interruption, you knew that things had shifted.
the unspoken feelings between you had been acknowledged, even if neither of you had said it outright.
it was only a matter of time before everything would come to light.
weeks later, the town’s annual summer festival had finally arrived.
it was a lively event filled with bright lights, carnival rides, and food stalls that stretched along the main street.
heeseung had been excited about it for days, dragging you and jake along with him as soon as the sun began to set.
the three of you walked through the crowded streets together, the sound of laughter and music filling the air.
heeseung led the way, disappearing into a group of friends he spotted near one of the game booths.
you and jake followed behind, your shoulders brushing as you walked.
as you passed a small booth selling cotton candy, jake stopped suddenly, his eyes lighting up with a grin.
“remember when we used to beg our parents to buy this for us every year?”
you laughed, nodding.
“yeah, and they always said no because they didn’t want us to get a sugar crash.”
jake chuckled, then stepped up to the booth and bought a large stick of cotton candy.
he handed it to you with a smile.
“well— we’re adults now, and we can have as much as we want.”
you took the cotton candy from him, your fingers brushing against his.
the simple gesture made your heart race, and you found yourself smiling despite the nerves that still lingered between you.
“thanks,” you said softly, taking a small bite.
jake watched you with a fond expression, and for a moment, it felt like you were the only two people in the world.
the noise of the festival faded into the background, and all you could focus on was the way jake was looking at you—as if you were something precious.
without thinking, you reached up and tore off a small piece of the cotton candy, holding it out to him.
jake hesitated for only a second before leaning in and taking it from your fingers with a soft smile.
the gesture was innocent enough, but there was something intimate about it—something that made your heart flutter in your chest.
you could feel the tension building between you again, that familiar tension that had been growing stronger with each passing day.
as the night wore on, the festival became more crowded, and eventually, you found yourselves separated from heeseung.
jake stayed close by your side, his hand brushing against yours occasionally as you pushed your way through the sea of people.
when you reached a quieter part of the festival, near a small fountain surrounded by twinkling lights, jake stopped and turned to face you fully.
his expression was serious now, his eyes searching yours as if he was trying to find the right words.
“y/n,” he began softly, his voice barely audible over the distant sounds of the festival.
“i’ve been thinking a lot about what we talked about the other night.”
your heart skipped a beat. you knew exactly what he was referring to—the conversation in the living room, the moment when everything had almost changed between you.
jake took a step closer, his hand reaching out to gently cup your cheek.
his touch was warm, electrifying, and it made you lean into him instinctively.
“i need to say something, or im afraid i won’t be able to say it at all—“
before he could continue— the familiar voice made the both of you flinch back.
“where were you guys, i called your phones a million times!”
you blinked in disbelief— your brother had once again interrupted the moment.
“i didn’t notice, sorry hee..” you frantically explained, extremely flustered by the whole situation.
“well— it’s fine, let’s go to the dumpling stand!”
heeseung shouted excitedly as jake, once again had given you a sorry pout, making you giggle at the absurdity of your brothers timing.
a few days later, on one of the hottest summer evenings possible, you found yourself at a party that both jake and heeseung had invited you to.
the music was loud, the air thick with the scent of alcohol and sweat as you walked through the crowd.
you hadn’t seen jake in a while, and a small part of you had been looking for him, though you would never admit it to yourself.
finally, after what felt like hours, you spotted him across the room.
your heart skipped a beat at the sight of him—until you noticed the girl sitting right next to him, her arms draped around his shoulders as she whispered something into his ear.
he was smiling, that same smile he had been giving you all summer, and it felt like a punch to the gut.
all the unspoken tension, the stolen glances, the lingering touches—it all came crashing down as you stood there frozen, watching him with her.
had you misread everything? had he just been playing with you this whole time?
before you could stop yourself, tears welled up in your eyes, and you turned on your heel, pushing through the crowd as fast as you could.
you needed to get out of there— you couldn’t breathe, you couldn’t think.
all you knew was that you needed to get away from the sight of jake sim as soon as possible.
just as you made it to the door, you bumped into someone—heeseung.
his eyes immediately filled with concern as he saw the tears streaming down your face.
“hey, hey, what’s wrong?” he asked, his voice soft as he gently grabbed your shoulders, steering you outside where the cool night air hit your face.
“what happened?”
you shook your head, wiping at your tears, refusing to meet his gaze.
“i don’t want to talk about it.”
heeseung’s brow furrowed, his grip on your shoulders tightening slightly as he pulled you into a hug.
“is it because of jake?”
your breath hitched, and you froze in his arms.
how did he know? you hadn’t said anything to him about jake, not once.
heeseung sighed, pulling back slightly to look at you.
“i’ve always known, you know. you’re my baby sister. i could always tell when it comes to you.”
you bit your lip, fighting back more tears as you nodded, unable to find the words.
heeseung’s face softened, and he gently wiped away your tears with his thumb.
“i’ll talk to him,” he said softly.
“you go home and get some rest, okay? i’ll handle this.”
you quickly shook your head in denial.
“heeseung, you don’t have to—”
“i’m your brother,” he interrupted, his tone gentle but firm.
“of course i do.”
you couldn’t argue with that— so instead, you nodded, wrapping your arms around him in a tight hug.
“thank you. i love you, you’re the best older brother i could’ve ever asked for.”
heeseung smiled softly as he felt his own tears brimming in his eyes, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.
“i love you too, more than you’ll ever know.”
with one last comforting squeeze, he sent you off, and you walked home, the weight of your heartbreak heavy on your shoulders.
you couldn’t stop the tears from falling as you replayed the image of jake with that girl over and over in your mind.
meanwhile, back at the party, heeseung stormed back inside, anger coasting through his veins as his eyes scanned the crowd until he found jake in the corner, staring down at his phone with a smile.
without a second thought, heeseung grabbed jake by the collar, his fist connecting with his jaw before jake even had a chance to react.
“what the hell, man?!” jake exclaimed, stumbling back in shock, clutching his jaw.
“i always knew you had a thing for her,” heeseung growled, his voice low and dangerous.
“but i trusted you— i thought you’d never hurt her.”
“seriously— you think i didn’t notice what the two of you had going on this summer? and now you’re onto the next girl, huh?”
jake’s eyes widened in realization, the only girl he interacted with this evening— his face pale as he shook his head.
“no, god no— heeseung, it’s not what you think. it was a misunderstanding. that girl— it was yeji. you remember her, right? the one who always harassed me in high school?”
heeseung’s expression didn’t soften, but he didn’t say anything, allowing jake to continue.
“she’s been in love with me for years, and i was rejecting her, but i—i smiled because i felt bad. i wasn’t interested in her, i swear.” jake’s voice cracked as he ran a hand through his hair, his eyes filling with tears.
“i love her, heeseung. i love your sister. i’ve been in love with her since we were kids. i wanted to make things official, but now…i don’t know what to do.”
heeseung stared at jake for a long moment before letting out a deep sigh.
he patted jake on the back, his voice softening slightly.
“then fix it you brainless idiot, it’s not too late.”
jake didn’t need to be told twice— without another word, he bolted out of the party, sprinting towards your house as fast as his legs would carry him.
back at home, you were curled up in your bed, buried in the comfort of your blankets— the tears finally starting to slow as exhaustion took over.
you hadn’t expected to hear from jake again after what you saw, so when you heard a soft tapping on your window, your heart leapt in surprise.
you sat up, wiping at your eyes as you cautiously approached the window.
when you saw jake standing outside, his eyes wide and pleading, you hesitated for only a moment before opening it.
“what do you want, jake?” you asked, your voice thick with sadness.
“i need to explain,” he said quickly, climbing inside before you could shut the window again.
“please, just let me explain.”
you crossed your arms over your chest, trying to keep your walls up even though his presence made your heart ache.
“go ahead.”
jake took a deep breath, his voice shaking slightly as he began.
“that girl you saw me with…she’s not who i want. she never has been. she’s just someone from high school who’s had a crush on me for years, and i didn’t want to hurt her feelings, so i tried to let her down gently. but i swear, it was nothing.”
you didn’t say anything, your emotions swirling in a confusing mess as you tried to process his words.
jake stepped closer, his eyes softening as he reached for your hand.
“it’s always been you, princess— since we were kids. i’ve always been in love with you. and this summer…i thought maybe you felt the same way.”
your breath caught in your throat as his words sank in.
all the moments, the stolen glances, the lingering touches—it all made sense now.
but before you could say anything, jake cupped your face gently, his eyes searching yours with desperation.
“i love you,” he whispered.
“i’m so in love with you, it hurts.”
you didn’t let him finish— instead, you pulled him down into a kiss, pouring all of your emotions into it.
it was soft at first, even shy, but as jake’s arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer, it deepened into something more passionate—something that felt like all the pieces finally falling into place.
when you finally pulled away, both of you breathless, jake rested his forehead against yours, a soft smile playing on his lips.
“so…does that mean you feel the same?” he teased gently, though there was still a hint of uncertainty in his voice.
you smiled back, your heart feeling lighter than it had in days.
“yes, jake sim— you bastard, i do.”
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୨୧ 이희승 ── 𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆
you and heeseung had been having a rough week. he had been busy with schedules, and you were busy drowning in your own work, leaving little time for the two of you to really connect.
when you finally had a day off together, you hoped it would be a chance to spend some long awaited quality time together, but it didn't go as planned.
you had been cooking dinner, trying to do something special to lighten the dull mood between you both, but heeseung was glued to his phone, responding to messages and scrolling through social media, barely sparing you a glance.
you tried to ignore it, reminding yourself that he was probably tired, but when you asked him if he could help set the table and he barely looked up, muttering something dismissive, frustration bubbled up inside you.
“heeseung, can we talk for a second?” you asked, trying to keep your voice calm.
“about what?” he sighed, still not fully putting his attention on you.
“about us,” you said quietly, putting down the wooden spoon you had been stirring with. ─── 𝙈𝙊𝙍𝙀 𝙐𝙉𝘿𝙀𝙍 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘾𝙐𝙏 !
“i feel like… like you haven’t been here with me lately. i know you're busy, but it feels like whenever we do have time together, you’re distant. like i’m the only one trying.”
that finally got his attention. he placed his phone down, but his expression was tired and frustrated.
“what are you talking about? i’m here, aren’t i? i’m sitting right here.”
“that’s not what i mean and you know it,” you said, hurt creeping into your voice. “i just… i miss you, heeseung. it feels like i’m always the one reaching out, trying to keep us connected, and you’re just… i don’t know, drifting away.”
heeseung rubbed his temples, the stress of the week weighing on him. he wasn’t in the mood to talk about emotions right now, especially when he felt like he was already giving everything he could.
“y/n, can you like..not do this right now? i’ve had a long day, and i don’t have the energy for this.”
your heart clenched at his dismissive tone. “this isn’t just about today, though,” you pressed gently.
“it’s been building up for a while now. i just… i need to know that you still care, that you still want this as much as i do.”
heeseung stood up abruptly, his chair scraping against the floor. he could feel the pressure building up inside him, and in a moment of frustration, he snapped.
“you’re so clingy! i can’t breathe without you wanting something from me. can’t you just leave me alone for once?”
the words had cut deep, freezing you in place. you stood there, staring at him, disbelief and hurt flashing across your face. you felt the sting of tears welling up, but you swallowed them down, refusing to let them fall in front of him.
“clingy?” you repeated softly, more to yourself than to him. you took a step back, your hands falling to your sides, trembling. “i… i didn’t know you felt that way.”
heeseung’s anger disappeared the moment he saw the look on your face. the realization of what he had just said hit him like a ton of bricks.
he hadn’t meant it. not at all. he was just frustrated and overwhelmed, but that didn’t excuse the fact that he had just hurt the person he loved most. “y/n, wait—”
but you were already turning away, your shoulders hunched as you walked out of the tension filled kitchen.
he heard the soft click of the bedroom door closing behind you, and the silence that followed was suffocating.
heeseung stood there, frozen for a moment, his heart pounding with regret. he pushed a hand through his hair, cursing himself under his breath. how could he have said something so cruel and mean to you? you were just trying to talk, trying to reach out to him, and he had shut you down in the worst way possible.
after pacing back and forth in the living room for what felt like forever, heeseung couldn’t take it anymore. he needed to fix this. he couldn’t let the argument hang in the air between you both like a dark cloud.
he approached the bedroom door hesitantly and knocked softly. “y/n?” he called out gently, but there was no response.
he tried again, this time opening the door just a crack. he saw you lying on the bed, your back to the door, curled up tightly in the blankets piled on top of you.
his chest ached in complete and utter regret seeing you like this, knowing that he was the reason for your pain. slowly, he walked into the room, sitting down on the edge of the bed. for a moment, he just sat there, unsure of how to begin. the words felt heavy in his throat, but he knew he had to say them.
“y/n,” he whispered softly, his voice thick with emotion. “i’m so sorry.” he waited for a response, but when none came, he continued.
“i didn’t mean what i said. you’re not clingy, and you don’t suffocate me. i was just… i don’t know. i’ve been feeling overwhelmed lately, but that’s no excuse to take it out on you.”
he reached out, hesitating for a second before gently placing his hand on your arm. “please, can we talk? i know i hurt you, and i’ll do anything to make it right. i love you so much, and i hate that i made you feel this way.”
you remained quiet for a few moments, your back still turned to him. heeseung’s heart pounded in his chest as he waited, afraid that you might not forgive him.
but then, slowly, you turned around to face him. your eyes were red and puffy from crying, and the sight made his heart twist with guilt.
“you really hurt me this time, heeseung,” you said quietly, your voice trembling.
“i wasn’t trying to be clingy. i was just trying to tell you how i felt.”
“i know, baby..” he said softly, scooting closer to you on the bed. “and i’m so sorry. you didn’t deserve that. i should’ve listened to you instead of shutting you out. i love you, y/n, and i want to be better for you.”
you looked at him for a long moment, searching his eyes for sincerity. finally, you let out a small sigh and nodded, though the hurt was still lingering in your eyes.
“i just need you to be more present with me,” you whispered. “i don’t need grand gestures, just… your attention, and your time.”
heeseung reached out and pulled you into his arms, holding you tightly against his chest. “i promise,” he murmured into your hair.
“i’ll do better. i’ll make more time for us. you’re the most important thing to me, and i don’t want you to ever feel like you have to fight for my attention. i’m here, y/n. i love you.”
as he held you in his arms, you could feel the sincerity in his words. the hurt was still there—no doubt, but the warmth of his embrace and the steady beat of his heart against yours slowly began to soothe the ache of the pain.
you wrapped your arms around him, burying your face in his chest. “i love you too, heeseung,” you whispered, the words muffled but heartfelt.
the two of you stayed like that, wrapped up in each other. the argument was still fresh, but the love between you both was stronger. heeseung gently stroked your hair, pressing soft kisses to your forehead as he whispered promises to never take you for granted again. it wasn’t a perfect fix, but it was the first step toward healing.
୨୧ 박종성 ── 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐉𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐆
you and jay didn’t argue often. he was usually always calm, collected, and understanding, but everyone has their breaking points, and tonight, jay unfortunately reached his. it started with something small—just a simple misunderstanding, but it quickly spiraled into a full-blown argument.
you had been frustrated about him coming home late for the third night in a row without letting you know. you didn’t mind that he was busy, you just wanted him to communicate with you. but he didn’t see it that way.
“you never tell me when you’re going to be late, jay,” you said, trying to keep your voice steady, though frustration couldn’t help but seep through.
“it feels like you don’t care enough to even send a message.”
jay let out a tired sigh, tossing his jacket onto the couch. he had been running on very little to few hours of sleep for the past few days, and the last thing he needed was an argument with you. “i’ve been busy, y/n. it’s not that deep. i’m doing my best, okay?”
“your best?” you echoed, your heart tightening. “i’m really not asking for much, jay. just a simple text so i’m not left wondering when you’ll come home. i’m tired of feeling like i’m the last priority.”
jay’s patience was wearing thin. he felt like no matter what he did, it wasn’t enough. “you’re overreacting,” he snapped, his voice sharp.
“you act like i’m purposely ignoring you. maybe i don’t text because i don’t want to deal with this constant nagging every time i’m a little late.”
your breath caught in your throat at the word "nagging." it was like a slap to the face. you stood there, stunned, the hurt quickly welling up inside of you.
“nagging?” you repeated quietly. “that’s how you see it?”
jay realized his mistake the moment the words left his mouth. he hadn’t meant to use that word. he knew it wasn’t fair to you, especially when all you wanted was a little consideration.
but it was too late. he saw the pain in your eyes as you turned away from him, trying to hide the tears that had started to form.
“y/n, wait—” jay stepped forward, reaching out to you, but you shook your head, holding up a hand to stop him.
“no,” you said softly, your voice barely above a whisper. “i just need some space right now, okay?”
you walked away, leaving him standing alone in the living room, the weight of his words hanging heavy in the air. jay ran a hand through his hair, frustration and guilt mixing together.
he hadn’t meant any of it. he knew you weren’t nagging—you were just asking for something simple. he had let his exhaustion and frustration get the best of him, and now he had hurt you.
jay paced in the living room for a few minutes, replaying the argument in his mind. every second that passed only made him feel worse.
how could he have let it escalate like that? you didn’t deserve to feel like you were nagging him just for asking for basic communication.
finally, after giving you some time to cool off, jay decided he couldn’t let the night end like this. he knocked gently on the bedroom door before slowly opening it.
you were sitting on the edge of the bed, your face buried in your hands. his heart broke seeing you like that.
“y/n, honey..” he said softly, stepping into the room. “can i come in?”
you didn’t respond, but you didn’t tell him to leave either, so he took that as a sign to approach. he sat down beside you hesitantly, keeping a respectful distance, not wanting to invade your space.
“i’m sorry,” he said, his voice sincere and filled with regret. “i shouldn’t have said what i did. you’re not nagging me. you’re just asking for something simple, and i failed to see that because i was too caught up in my own stress. it wasn’t fair to you.”
you stayed silent for a moment before finally lifting your head to look at him. your eyes were red from crying, and the sight only made jay feel worse.
“i wasn’t trying to make your life harder,” you said quietly. “i just wanted to know that you care enough to let me know when you’re going to be late. i didn’t think that would be too much to ask.”
“it’s not honey, you were right..” jay agreed, his heart heavy with guilt. “it’s not too much at all. i’ve been so caught up in everything else that i lost sight of what really matters—you. i promise i’ll do better. i’ll text you, i’ll communicate more, and i’ll make sure you never feel like an afterthought again. i’m so sorry for making you feel like i didn’t care.”
you could hear the sincerity in his voice, and though the hurt was still there, you could see that he truly regretted his words. you took a deep breath and nodded slowly.
“i just need you to be more present with me,” you said. “that’s all i ask.”
jay reached out hesitantly, gently taking your hand in his. “i promise,” he said softly, giving your hand a reassuring squeeze.
“i’ll be more present. you mean everything to me, y/n. i love you, and i never want to make you feel like this again.”
you looked into his eyes and saw the honesty there. the warmth of his hand holding yours helped soothe some of the hurt, and though it would take time to fully heal and get over his hurtful words, you knew jay was committed to making things right.
“i love you too,” you whispered, leaning into him. he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close as he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. “thank you for listening.”
“always,” he murmured, holding you tightly against him. “i’ll always listen. i promise.”
୨୧ 심재윤 ── 𝐉𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐌
jake had always been your rock—kind, supportive, and gentle. but even the most patient people had their moments, and tonight was one of those rare nights where the tension between you two came to a head.
the argument started because of miscommunication. jake had promised to join you for a special dinner you’d planned, but he ended up canceling last minute due to a last-minute meeting.
you understood that his schedule was most of the time unpredictable, but this was the third time this month, and you just couldn’t help but feel neglected.
“i just wish you’d let me know earlier,” you said, trying to stay calm, though frustration was evident in your voice. “i spent the whole day preparing for tonight, and now you’re telling me last minute that you can’t make it?”
jake sighed, running a hand through his hair. he was exhausted from the long day he went though and simply didn’t have the energy for an argument.
“i told you, y/n, it wasn’t in my control. my schedule changed, and i didn’t know until the last minute. it’s not like i wanted to cancel.”
“i’m not saying you wanted to,” you replied, feeling your own patience starting to thin. “but it feels like i’m the one who’s always adjusting for you. you don’t even try to make it up to me afterward. it’s like my efforts don’t matter.”
that hit a nerve. jake had been stretched thin lately, trying to juggle everything, and the idea that you thought he didn’t care about your efforts made him snap.
“do you have any idea how hard i’m trying to balance everything?” he snapped, his voice harsher than he intended.
“it’s not like i’m just sitting around doing nothing. maybe you need to stop being so needy all the time. not everything revolves around you.”
the second those words left his mouth, jake instantly regretted them. he watched as your face fell, your expression crumpling as you processed what he just said. you took a step back, hurt and disbelief written all over your face.
“needy?” you whispered, your voice barely audible. “i’m needy for wanting to spend time with you? for wanting to be a priority in your life?”
jake felt his heart drop to his stomach as he saw tears welling up in your eyes. he had never meant to hurt you like this. you didn’t say another word before turning on your heel and walking out of the room. the sound of the door softly closing behind you felt like a slap to the face, leaving jake standing there, filled with regret.
he stood there in silence, replaying the argument in his mind. how could he have said something so hurtful to you? you weren’t needy. you just wanted his time and attention, and he had failed to give that to you. he realized how unfair he had been, taking out his stress on you— neglecting you instead of communicating properly.
after a few minutes of wrestling with his guilt, jake couldn’t take it anymore. he needed to fix this. he found you sitting on the edge of the bed, your head in your hands, shoulders shaking with silent sobs. the sight of you crying because of him made his chest ache.
he approached slowly, kneeling down in front of you. “baby,” he said softly, his voice thick with remorse. “i’m so, so sorry.” he reached for your hands, gently pulling them away from your face so he could look at you.
“i didn’t mean what i said. you’re not needy— not at all.. i was just frustrated and stressed, but that’s no excuse for saying something so hurtful.”
you looked down at him, your eyes red and swollen from crying. “it really hurt, jake,” you whispered. “all i wanted was to spend some time with you, and you made me feel like i was asking for too much.”
jake’s heart clenched at your words. he squeezed your hands tightly, his voice filled with regret.
“you weren’t asking for too much. i was being selfish and insensitive. i’ve been so caught up in everything else that i lost sight of what really matters—us. i don’t want you to ever feel like you’re not important to me, because you are. you’re the most important person in my life.”
you sniffled, wiping your eyes with the back of your hand as you listened to his apology. “i just feel like i’m always the one compromising, and i’m starting to feel like i don’t matter as much.”
jake shook his head, his expression serious. “you do matter. more than anything. i’ve just been overwhelmed lately, but that’s no excuse. i should’ve been more considerate of your feelings.”
he hesitated for a moment before continuing, “i’ll make it up to you, y/n. i’ll plan a special day just for us, and i promise i’ll communicate better. i never want you to feel like you’re the only one trying.”
you looked into his eyes, searching for sincerity, and you could see how much he truly regretted his words. though the pain was still fresh, his heartfelt apology soothed some of the hurt.
“i just want us to be a team,” you said quietly. “i don’t want to feel like i’m always on the sidelines, waiting for you to make time for me.”
jake nodded, his grip on your hands tightening as he leaned closer. “i want that too,” he said with desperation.
“i’m going to do better, i promise. i love you, y/n. please, forgive me for what i said.”
you could see the sincerity in his eyes, and though it would take time to fully forgive jake and the hurt he had unintentionally caused you, you knew jake meant every word.
slowly, you nodded, giving him a small, shy smile. “i forgive you,” you whispered.
jake let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding, relief flooding through him. he pulled you into his arms, holding you tightly as if he was afraid to let you go.
“thank you, my love—” he murmured into your hair. “i’ll spend the rest of my life making sure you never feel like that again.”
you hugged him back, resting your head against his chest as you both sat there in silence, wrapped in each other’s warmth.
the arguments words still lingered in the air, but you two were strong enough to overcome it.
jake pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, promising himself that he would never let his frustrations get in the way of your relationship again.
୨୧ 박성훈 ── 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐍
sunghoon had always been reserved. he wasn’t the type to express his feelings openly, he struggled— and while you understood that when you first got together, lately, his coldness had started to weigh on you.
you couldn’t remember the last time he had initiated affection—a hug, a kiss, even holding hands.
it felt like he was pulling further and further away, and you couldn’t help but feel like maybe you were the problem.
one evening, after a long day of feeling emotionally distant from him, you finally decided to talk to him about it.
you had been sitting together on the couch, watching a movie in silence, and though you were physically close, the emotional gap between you felt like an ocean.
“hoon,” you said softly, turning to face him. “can we talk?”
he glanced at you, his expression neutral, as if he wasn’t sure what you were going to say.
“what’s on your mind?” he asked, his voice calm but distant.
you took a deep breath, trying to gather your thoughts. “lately, it feels like… you’re not really here with me,” you said carefully.
“i..i know you’re not the most affectionate person, but it’s been hard, sunghoon. i miss you. i miss the way we used to be.”
sunghoon sighed, as if your words had no affect—leaning back against the couch. “i’m still here,” he said simply, his tone almost indifferent. “i haven’t gone anywhere.”
“but that’s the thing,” you replied, your voice trembling. “it feels like you have. you’re here physically, but emotionally… it’s like you’ve shut me out. i can’t even remember the last time you kissed me or held me without me asking first.”
his jaw tightened at your words, frustration flickering in his eyes. “i’m not good at that stuff, y/n. you know that,” he said, his voice cold. “it doesn’t mean i don’t care about you.”
“i know you’re not good at it,” you said, tears pricking at your eyes. “but i need it, sunghoon. i need to feel loved. i need to feel like you still want me. right now, it just feels like you don’t care.”
sunghoon stood up, running a hand through his hair, his irritation evident. “why do you need constant reassurance?” he snapped, his voice sharper than he intended. “why isn’t it enough that i’m here? isn’t that enough proof that i care?”
you felt your heart sink at his words, the tears you had been holding back finally spilling over. “because just being here isn’t enough!” you cried, standing up to face him.
“i need more than that, sunghoon. i need affection. i need to feel like i matter to you.”
he stood there, his expression cold and hardened, and for a moment, you wondered if he would say anything at all. but then, instead of comforting you, he lashed out.
“maybe you’re being too needy,” he said bluntly.
“i don’t see why i have to constantly prove myself to you.”
you felt like the air had been knocked out of you. his words stung deeply, cutting through you like a knife. without another word, you turned away from him, walking quickly to the bedroom and shutting the door behind you.
you didn’t want him to see you cry—not after what he had just said.
sunghoon stood there in the living room, watching you leave, and the realization of what he had just said hit him like a ton of bricks. his chest tightened with regret.
he knew he wasn’t the most affectionate person, but hearing you say how much it hurt you—that you felt unloved—made him realize how much he had been neglecting your needs.
and worse, he had just pushed you away even further with his harsh words.
after a few minutes of mentally scolding himself over his mistake, sunghoon couldn’t take the silence any longer. he walked to the bedroom and knocked gently on the door, his heart racing.
“y/n,” he called out softly, his voice filled with regret and longing. “can i come in?”
there was a pause, and then your voice came through, quiet and shaky. “come in.”
sunghoon opened the door and stepped inside. you were sitting on the edge of the bed, your face buried in your hands, your shoulders shaking with quiet sobs.
seeing you like that—so hurt, so vulnerable—made his chest ache with guilt. he walked over to you slowly, sitting down beside you.
“y/n,” he said softly, his voice thick with remorse. “i’m so sorry. what i said… it was wrong. you’re not needy. you just want to feel loved, and i haven’t been giving you that. i’ve been cold and distant, and that’s not fair to you.”
you didn’t say anything at first, but you slowly lifted your head to look at him, your eyes red from crying. “i just… i don’t understand why it’s so hard for you to show affection,” you whispered. “i feel like i’m the only one trying, and it’s exhausting.”
sunghoon’s heart broke at your words. he reached out hesitantly, taking your hand in his. “it’s not that i don’t want to show you affection,” he said quietly.
“i’m just not used to it. but that doesn’t mean i don’t care. i love you, y/n. i love you more than anything. i just… i’ve been so caught up in my own head, and i’ve forgotten to show you that.”
you looked into his eyes, searching for sincerity, and you could see how much he truly regretted his words and actions. “i just need to feel like you still want me,” you said softly. “that you still care.”
“i do care,” sunghoon said earnestly, squeezing your hand gently. “i’m going to do better, i promise. i’ll show you that i love you. i don’t want to lose you because of my own issues. you mean too much to me.”
you could hear the sincerity in his voice, and though the pain was still fresh in your mind, his apology filled you with the warmth you were longing for.
slowly, you nodded, giving him a small, accepting smile.
“i just want us to be okay,” you whispered.
sunghoon gently pulled you into his arms, holding you close as he pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head. “we will be,” he murmured. “i’ll make sure of it. i love you so much, y/n.”
“i love you too,” you whispered back, resting your head against his chest. the warmth of his embrace helped to ease the tension, and though the argument still lingered in your mind, you knew the two of you could overcome it.
sunghoon held you close, silently vowing to never let his coldness create distance between you two again. from that moment on, he promised himself he would show you the love you deserved—because you were worth every effort.
© won4kiss 2024
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── ❝ ꒰ 𝑀𝒪𝑅𝑁𝐼𝑁𝒢𝑆 𝑊𝐼𝑇𝐻 𝒥𝒜𝐾𝐸 𝒜𝑆 𝒴𝑂𝑈𝑅 𝐵𝑂𝑌𝐹𝑅𝐼𝐸𝑁𝐷 .ᐟㅤ ៸៸ ﹙ 심재윤 ﹚ ᶻ𐰁
GENRE ៸៸ pure fluff ៸ oneshot ﹔ SYPNOSIS┆how waking up with with your boyfriend jake usually goes .ᐟㅤ ꒰ WORD COUNT﹕1518 ꒱── 𝓦ARNING(S) not edited ៸ kissing ៸ skinship ៸ so cheesy ngl T-T ៸ . ݁ ✦ ݁ . ⊱ LIBRARY . . . ﹕LUNA 💭 — classes start tomorrow pls help me im sobbing!! ݁𖥔 ݁˖
THE MORNING SUNLIGHT SLIPPED ITS’ WAY THROUGH THE CURTAINS, gleaming down rays of a beautiful a golden glow over the room.
you stirred slightly, still wrapped in the warmth of the blankets, half-aware of the world slowly coming its way back to life outside.
the quiet chirps of the morning birds drifted in from outside, a comforting background to the peacefulness of the early hour.
you’re on the verge of drifting back to sleep when you feel it—a warm arm slipping around your waist, pulling you closer.
“mm, don’t move,” jake’s sleepy voice murmurs from behind you, his words soft and slightly muffled as he nuzzled his face into the back of your neck.
his hold on you tightens just a little, as if he’s afraid you might disappear if he lets go.
the warmth of his body against yours is comforting, grounding you in the moment and making you smile even before you’ve fully woken up. ──── 𝘔𝘖𝘙𝘌 𝘜𝘕𝘋𝘌𝘙 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘊𝘜𝘛 .ᐟㅤ
you try to shift a little to get more comfortable, but jake lets out a soft sound of protest, his grip on you tightening even more if possible.
“no, stay here,” he whispers, his voice still heavy with sleep.
there’s a clinginess to his tone, a childish insistence that makes your heart flutter with affection.
jake has always had a soft spot for mornings like this, when the world is quiet and it’s just the two of you wrapped up in each other.
“jake,” you murmur, your voice thick with sleep as you try to turn around to face him— but he’s having none of it, keeping you firmly in place, his chest pressed against your back.
his face is buried in your hair, and you can feel his breath, warm and steady, against your neck.
it sends a shiver down your spine, and you can’t help but smile at how adorably clingy he’s being.
“don’t wanna get up,” he mumbles, his voice barely above a whisper.
he sounds so content, so utterly at peace in this moment, that you can’t bring yourself to move either.
there’s something so comforting about the way he holds you, like you’re the most important thing in the world to him, and he’s not ready to let go just yet.
you let yourself relax into his embrace, letting out a content sigh as you feel his fingers begin to trace lazy patterns on your arm.
the touch is light, almost absentminded, but it sends a warmth spreading through you that makes you want to stay in bed forever.
you can feel the steady rise and fall of jake’s chest against your back, the rhythm of his breathing lulling you into a state of drowsiness.
“jake, it’s morning,” you murmur, though there’s no real conviction in your voice.
the idea of getting up and starting the day feels like a distant thought, something that can wait a little longer.
right now, all you want is to stay here, wrapped up in jake’s arms, soaking in the warmth and comfort of his embrace.
“exactly,” he replies, his voice a soft rumble that vibrates through you.
“it’s morning, which means we can stay in bed a little longer.” there’s a teasing lilt to his voice, but it’s undercut by the genuine affection that’s always present when he speaks to you.
he’s always been like this in the mornings—soft, warm, and so full of love that it makes your heart ache in the best way.
you chuckle softly, the sound barely audible in the quiet room.
“you’re so clingy in the mornings,” you tease, though there’s no bite to your words.
if anything, you find it endearing, the way jake always wants to be close to you, especially when the world is still waking up.
“can you blame me?” he asks, his voice playful as he presses a soft kiss to the back of your neck.
the touch is featherlight, but it sends a jolt of warmth through you that makes your breath catch.
“you’re so warm and cozy. why would i ever want to leave?”
you can’t help the smile that spreads across your face at his words.
jake has always had a way of making you feel special, like you’re the only person in the world who matters to him.
it’s in the way he looks at you, the way he holds you, the way he always finds a reason to be close to you, even when there’s no real need.
it’s in these quiet moments, when it’s just the two of you, that you feel the depth of his love the most.
you turn your head slightly, just enough to catch a glimpse of him out of the corner of your eye.
his face is half-hidden in your hair, but you can see the soft smile playing on his lips, the way his eyes are still half-closed in contentment.
there’s something so incredibly peaceful about the way he looks right now, like he’s completely at ease, completely happy just being here with you.
“jake,” you whisper, your voice barely audible, but he hears it—he always does.
he hums softly in response, the sound a low, comforting vibration that you feel more than hear.
you can’t help but reach up to tangle your fingers in his hair, the soft strands slipping through your fingers like silk.
it’s a small, intimate gesture, but it speaks volumes about the affection you share.
“mm, that feels nice,” he murmurs, his voice full of contentment.
he leans into your touch, his eyes fluttering shut as he lets out a soft sigh.
there’s something so incredibly sweet about the way he responds to your touch, like he can’t get enough of you, like he needs your warmth and affection to start his day off right.
you smile, your heart swelling with affection for the boy lying beside you.
“you’re so cute, it’s unfair.” you whisper, unable to keep the words from slipping out.
it’s the truth, after all. jake is the cutest when he’s like this—half-asleep, clingy, and completely wrapped up in you.
he chuckles softly, the sound low and full of warmth.
“i could say the same about you,” he replies, his voice laced with affection.
he shifts slightly, just enough to press a soft kiss to your temple, his lips warm and gentle against your skin.
“you’re the cutest thing in the world to me.”
his words make your heart skip a beat, a warm blush spreading across your cheeks.
jake has always been good with words, always knows just what to say to make you feel like the most special person in the world.
but it’s not just the words—it’s the way he says them, the way he looks at you, the way he holds you like you’re the most precious thing in his life.
you turn in his arms, finally managing to face him fully.
his eyes are still half-lidded with sleep, but they’re full of warmth and love as they meet yours.
there’s a softness in his expression, a tender affection that makes your heart swell with love for him.
“hi,” you whisper, your voice soft and radiating affection for the boy.
“hi,” he replies, a sleepy smile tugging at his lips.
he shifts slightly, his arms still wrapped securely around you as he pulls you even closer.
“did i mention how much i love mornings like this?” he asks, his voice playful but sincere.
you chuckle, the sound full of affection as you reach up to cup his cheek.
“only about a hundred-million times,” you tease, though you can’t keep the smile off your face.
there’s something so incredibly sweet about the way jake treasures these moments with you, the way he always finds a way to make even the simplest mornings feel special.
“then i’ll say it a hundred-million times more,” he replies, his voice full of warmth.
he leans in to press a soft, lingering kiss to your forehead, his lips warm and gentle against your skin.
“because i really do love mornings like this— i honestly feel like i could die right now.”
you smile, your heart swelling with love for the boy in your arms.
“i love them too,” you whisper, your voice full of sincerity. “i love you, jake.”
he beams at your words, his eyes shining with happiness.
“i love you too,” he replies, his voice full of affection.
he leans in to press another soft kiss to your lips, the touch gentle and full of love.
“more than anything.”
you kiss him back, your heart overflowing with love for him. in this moment, everything feels perfect—like the world outside doesn’t exist, and it’s just the two of you, wrapped up in each other’s love.
and as you hold him close, you know that there’s nowhere else you’d rather be than here, in jake’s arms, sharing this perfect, quiet morning with the person you love more than anything.
© won4kiss 2024
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── ❝ ꒰ 𝒲𝐻𝐸𝑁 𝒴𝑂𝑈 𝒜𝐿𝑀𝑂𝑆𝑇 𝐵𝑅𝐸𝐴𝐾𝑈𝑃 𝐷𝑈𝑅𝐼𝑁𝐺 𝐴𝑁 𝒜𝑅𝐺𝑈𝑀𝐸𝑁𝑇 .ᐟㅤ ៸៸﹙ 엔하이픈 ﹚ ᶻ𐰁
GENRE ៸៸ angst ៸ hyung line ﹔ SYPNOSIS┆in which your relationship nearly comes to an end .ᐟㅤ ꒰ WORD COUNT﹕0.4k-1.0k per member ꒱── 𝓦ARNING(S) not edited ៸ arguing ៸ pet names ៸ swearing ៸ . ݁ ✦ ݁ . ⊱ LIBRARY . . . ﹕LUNA 💭— i’m gna cry schools so soon T-T 𖥔 ݁˖ 𝑟𝘦𝑞𝘶𝑒𝘴𝑡𝘦𝑑 ៸៸
୨୧ 이희승 ── 𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆
the anniversary dinner sat cold on the dining table, candles flickering sadly in the dim and darkened room.
you’d been waiting for hours at this point, checking the clock every few minutes, willing it to move slower or faster—you didn’t even know anymore.
the tightness in your chest had started as an uneasy flutter when heeseung missed the time you’d agreed on.
but you had faith in heeseung— you didn’t think he’d ever go as far as standing you up on your anniversary.
but now, as minutes stretched into hours, that flutter had grown into a gnawing ache of disappointment and helplessness.
when he finally walked through the door, his face was flushed with exhaustion, hair damp with sweat from what you knew had been another dance practice.
he didn’t look at you at first, too busy kicking off his shoes and tossing his bag onto the floor.
he didn’t notice the table you had set or the special effort you had put into the evening. ─── 𝘔𝘖𝘙𝘌 𝘜𝘕𝘋𝘌𝘙 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘊𝘜𝘛 .ᐟㅤ
you swallowed the lump in your throat, trying to simmer down the emotions threatening to overflow.
“heeseung,” you called out softly, your voice strained and breaking slightly as you held back tears.
and finally—he looked up, and you could see the weariness etched into every line of his face.
his tired eyes landed on the table and then on you, a flash of realization crossing his features as he understood what he had missed.
“oh… y/n, i’m so sorry,” he murmured, running a hand through his disheveled hair.
“i… completely forgot.”
that was the breaking point. you had tried to be patient, to understand his busy schedule and the demands on his time.
but tonight, on your anniversary, his absence felt like a harsh slap in the face.
the hurt bloomed in your chest, pushing past the barrier you’d built to contain it.
“heeseung.. i know you’re busy,” you said, your voice shaking with the effort to keep calm, “but i can’t keep pretending that i’m okay with being second to everything else in your life.”
his eyes widened at the gravity of your words, and he took a hesitant step toward you.
“y/n, come on, that’s not what i meant—”
“but it feels like it is, heeseung!” you interrupted, wiping a tear from your cheek.
“i’ve been here waiting, trying to be understanding, but it’s like you’re slipping away. it hurts, and i don’t know how much longer i can do this.”
the air between you grew thick with unspoken fears and frustrations, the tension like forcing the two of you to your breaking point.
you could see the guilt wash over heeseung’s face as he processed the impact of his actions—or rather, his absence.
he reached for you, his hands gentle but desperate as they grasped yours.
“please don’t say that,” he whispered, his voice raw with emotions.
“i know, baby— i know i’ve been a mess lately, and i let you down, but i love you. i love you more than anything, y/n, and i can’t lose you.”
you could feel the sincerity in his words, the way his hands trembled slightly as they held yours.
heeseung had always been the calm, composed one, but now, you could see the vulnerability in his eyes—the fear of losing you. it made your heart ache even more.
“i’m so sorry,” he said, his voice cracking. “i never wanted to make you feel like you weren’t important. i’ve just been so caught up in everything, and i didn’t realize how much i was hurting you.”
tears welled in your eyes again, but this time they were from the relief of hearing him acknowledge what you had been feeling for so long.
“i just need to know that i matter to you, heeseung,” you whispered, leaning into his touch.
“you do,” he whispered back, pulling you into his arms, holding you as if you were the most precious thing in the world.
“you matter more than anything. i’ll do better, i promise. i’ll make time for us, for you.”
you pressed your face into his chest, feeling the warmth of his body against yours, and let out a long, shaky breath.
it wasn’t perfect, but it was enough—for now.
you knew he meant every word, and you could feel the love in his embrace, the way he held you like he never wanted to let go.
“i love you,” you mumbled into his shirt, your voice muffled but heartfelt.
heeseung smiled softly and kissed the top of your head. “i love you too. always.”
୨୧ 박종성 ── 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐉𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐆
it was late, and the shared apartment was quiet, save for the soft hum of the city outside the opened window.
you and jay had been arguing for what felt like hours— every word felt like another brick in the wall growing between you two, each sentence loaded with a hit of frustration and hurt.
he was pacing the room, hands running through his hair in that agitated way he always did when he didn’t know what to say.
“you don’t get it, jay,” you said, your voice breaking as you tried to keep it steady.
“you don’t even try to let me in anymore. it’s like you’ve shut me out.”
he stopped pacing and turned to face you, his expression hard and agitated.
“you think i’ve shut you out? i’m doing everything i can to keep things together, and you’re telling me i’m not trying?”
his voice had a sharp edge to it, the kind that cut deep because it wasn’t just anger—it was hurt.
but you were hurt too. you had been feeling neglected, like you were no longer a priority in his life.
every time he walked out the door, another piece of your heart went with him.
“you don’t even see me anymore,” you whispered, tears blurring your vision. “it’s like i’m just… here, waiting for you to care again.”
jay’s face fell at your words, the anger draining from him as the reality of what you were saying sank in.
for a long moment, there was nothing but the sound of your quiet sobs and the sound of city traffic outside.
then to your surprise— he moved. slowly, hesitantly, he crossed the room and knelt in front of you, his hands resting gently on your knees.
“y/n, honey…” he began softly, his voice low and thick with emotion,
“i’m so sorry. i didn’t realize… i didn’t know i was making you feel this way.”
you looked down at him, your heart aching at the sight of him like this—so open, so vulnerable.
“i just want you to see me again, jay. i want to feel like i matter.”
“you do matter,” he said quickly, his eyes locking with yours, desperate and pleading.
“you— you matter more than anything, and i’ve been an idiot for not showing you that.”
his hands moved up to cradle your face, wiping away the tears that had fallen.
“i love you,” he whispered, his voice barely audible.
“i love you so much, and i’m sorry if i’ve made you feel like you weren’t the most important thing in my life. i’ll fix this. we’ll fix this.”
you took a shaky breath, the weight of his words and the sincerity in his eyes melting away the walls you had built up.
“i love you too, meanie..” you whispered, your voice trembling but a small grin making its way onto the corners of your lips.
jay smiled softly, leaning forward to press a gentle kiss to your forehead.
“we’re going to be just fine, honey,” he murmured, his lips brushing your skin.
and in that moment, wrapped in his warmth and love, you believed him.
୨୧ 심재윤 ── 𝐉𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐌
the argument with jake had reached a breaking point.
you had never seen him this upset, his normally warm and gentle demeanor replaced by frustration and hurt.
the two of you stood on opposite sides of the living room, the space between you feeling like a brick wall— that neither of you knew how to cross.
“you’re never around anymore,” you said, your voice trembling with emotion.
“it feels like i’m losing you, jake.”
his expression softened for a brief moment, but then his frustration returned.
“i’m trying, y/n. you know i am. but it’s not easy. i don’t know how to be everything at once.”
the tears you had been holding back finally spilled over, and you looked away, your heart aching.
“i just need you,” you whispered, your voice barely audible.
“i need you, jake.”
for a moment, the room was silent, the weight of your words hanging in the air. then, with a heavy sigh, jake crossed the room in a few long strides and pulled you into his arms.
“i’m sorry,” he whispered into your hair, his voice thick with emotion. “i’m so sorry, i was being an asshole.”
you buried your face in his chest, the familiar scent of him calming your racing heart.
his arms tightened around you, as if he was afraid to let go.
“i love you,” he murmured, his voice breaking. “i love you so much, and i hate that i’ve made you feel like this.”
you clung to him, your tears soaking into his shirt as you whispered back, “i love you too.”
jake kissed the top of your head and pulled back just enough to look into your eyes.
“we’ll figure this out,” he promised softly.
“i’ll be better. we’ll be better.”
and in that moment, as you stood in his arms, you believed that everything would be okay.
୨୧ 박성훈 ── 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐍
the room was eerily quiet, the soft ticking of the clock on the wall being the only sound in the room.
you stood by the window, staring out at the rain as it pattered against the glass.
sunghoon sat on the couch, his elbows resting on his knees, head down.
the argument had been brutal—harsher than either of you had anticipated.
it had started small, as it always did. but tonight, the tension had finally snapped.
“you’re so cold lately,” you had said, your voice tight with disappointment.
“you don’t talk to me anymore. you barely even look at me.”
sunghoon’s eyes had flicked toward you, his jaw clenched in that familiar stoic expression.
“i’m just tired, y/n— i honestly don’t know what you want me to say…” he’d replied, his tone dismissive and distant.
“tired?” you had scoffed, crossing your arms.
“that’s always your excuse, sunghoon. you never open up, you never let me in, and i’m tired of it.”
he hadn’t responded right away. instead, he had looked away, as if avoiding your gaze could somehow prevent the inevitable.
but that only made the ache in your chest deepen. the distance between you had grown too wide, and you felt like sunghoon was slipping away from you more and more everyday.
“maybe i just don’t wanna talk to you,” sunghoon had said, his voice low but sharp.
the words had hit you like a punch to the gut. you’d stared at him, stunned, before shaking your head in disbelief.
“what are you saying? that we’re just… done?”
he hadn’t answered. instead, he had looked away again, his silence speaking louder than any words could.
the argument had spiraled from there, both of you saying things you didn’t mean, words laced with hurt and anger.
you had accused him of not caring, of being distant and cold, and he had retaliated by saying that you were too demanding, that he couldn’t always be what you needed him to be.
now, the aftermath of those words hung heavy in the air, and you wondered if this was it—if this was the moment everything would fall apart.
you heard sunghoon shift on the couch, his movements hesitant. “y/n,” he finally spoke, his voice softer now, almost vulnerable. “i’m.. sorry.”
the apology caught you off guard. you turned to face him, your eyes meeting his for the first time since the argument began.
his expression was no longer cold and distant—instead, you saw the vulnerability he always tried to hide, the cracks in the icy exterior he put up as a defense mechanism.
“i didn’t mean what i said,” sunghoon continued, his voice quiet but hesitant.
“i don’t want to lose you. i just… i don’t know how to be open sometimes. it’s not because i don’t care, it’s because i care too much.”
your heart clenched at his words. sunghoon had always been guarded, preferring to keep his emotions locked away rather than risk being hurt.
but now, as he sat there, looking at you with those dark, warm eyes, you could see how much he was struggling.
you walked over to him slowly, your footsteps echoing in the quiet room.
when you reached him, you knelt in front of the couch, your hands resting gently on his knees.
“i don’t want to lose you either,” you whispered, your voice trembling with emotion.
“but i need you to communicate hoon, talk to me— i can’t do this if you constantly keep shutting me out.”
he looked down at you, his gaze softening as he took in your words.
slowly, he reached out and cupped your face in his hands, his touch gentle and firm.
“i’m scared,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.
“i’m scared of messing this up, of hurting you. so i close off because it feels safer that way. but i’m gonna stop— im gonna try, for you.”
tears welled in your eyes at his confession, and you leaned into his touch, closing your eyes for a moment to savor the warmth of his hands against your skin.
“you don’t have to be perfect, sunghoon, that’s not what i’m asking at all—” you whispered, your voice cracking.
“i just need you to be honest with me. i love you for who you are, flaws and all.”
his thumbs gently wiped away the tears that had escaped down your cheeks, and he leaned forward, pressing his forehead against yours.
“i love you too,” he murmured, his voice thick with admiration.
“i’m sorry i’ve been so distant. i’ll try to be better. i’ll try to be the person you deserve.”
you smiled through your tears, your heart swelling with love for him.
“that’s all i ask,” you whispered, your voice soft and full of warmth.
sunghoon pulled you into his arms then, wrapping you in his embrace as if he never wanted to let go.
you rested your head against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart, and for the first time in a long while, you felt the tension between you dissolve.
in its place, there was only love—pure, unguarded, and real.
© won4kiss 2024
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── ❝ ꒰ 𝑂𝑁𝐿𝑌 𝐵𝑂𝑈𝐺𝐻𝑇 𝑇𝐻𝐼𝑆 𝐷𝑅𝐸𝑆𝑆 𝑆𝑂 𝑌𝑂𝑈 𝐶𝑂𝑈𝐿𝐷 𝑇𝐴𝐾𝐸 𝐼𝑇 𝑂𝐹𝐹 .ᐟㅤ ៸៸ ﹙ 심재윤 ﹚ ᶻ𐰁
GENRE ៸៸ suggestive ៸ b2l ៸ oneshot ﹔ SYPNOSIS┆in which you and jake can’t ignore your feelings for each other anymore.ᐟㅤ ꒰ WORD COUNT﹕1559 ꒱── 𝓦ARNING(S) not proofread ៸ very suggestive!! ៸ skinship ៸ . ݁ ✦ ݁ . ⊱ LIBRARY . . . ﹕LUNA 💭 —ngl this was so freaky of me im sorry!!(✿ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈) ݁𖥔 ݁˖
YOU NEVER THOUGHT THINGS WITH JAKE SIM COULD BE ANYTHING MORE THAN A FRIENDSHIP.
well, maybe you did—maybe you've thought about it more than you’d care to admit.
but for so long, you've kept those feelings locked away, buried under the bond of being "best friends."
you've known jake for years, seen him at his best and his worst.
you've laughed until you cried at his terrible jokes, stayed up late watching movies, even fallen asleep on his shoulder more times than you can count.
for the longest time, you convinced yourself that what you felt for jake was the kind of love you reserved for a friend—a really good friend, but nothing more.
lately, though, it's been different.
it's not just the little glances he gives you when he thinks you aren't paying attention, or the way his hand seems to linger on your lower back when he hugs you goodbye. ── 𝘔𝘖𝘙𝘌 𝘜𝘕𝘋𝘌𝘙 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘊𝘜𝘛 .ᐟㅤ
no, it's the way your heart speeds up when he's near, the way your pulse races when his voice drops low, just for you.
the way your breath catches when his eyes flicker to your lips during a conversation, even if he doesn't kiss you.
the lines have blurred—lines you swore to yourself wouldn't cross, and tonight, they feel like they're disappearing altogether.
you're at one of jake's usual parties, something casual with a few friends, but you can hardly focus on the conversations going on around you.
the music blasts softly in the background, and you're very aware of the dress you chose for the evening.
it's unlike anything you'd normally wear in front of him-delicate, fitted in all the right places, with the perfect amount of skin that makes you feel bold.
it's a quiet statement, one you're hoping he'll notice.
and oh, he's noticed.
from the moment you walked through the door, his eyes had been on you—an intensity behind them that you haven't seen before.
every time you catch him looking, your heart flutters, and you wonder if tonight will finally be the night when everything changes.
when the night winds down, and everyone else says their goodbyes, it's just you and jake left.
the silence in his apartment feels heavy, filled with the weight of unspoken words.
you sit on the couch, trying to play it cool, but you can't help the way your mind is racing, wondering if he's feeling what you're feeling right now.
jake stands in the doorway of the kitchen, watching you, and for a moment, neither of you says anything.
the tension is thick, you could probably cut it with a knife.
"you're quiet tonight," jake finally says, his voice softer than usual, his eyes still on you in a way that makes your skin tingle.
you shrug, trying to act casual even though you're anything but. "just... thinking."
"about what?" he asks, walking over to the couch and sitting down beside you.
not just beside you—closer than usual, his knee brushes against yours, and the contact sends a jolt of electricity through you.
you swallow, trying to keep your composure.
but the air feels too thick, too charged. "you..me, us."
jake's brow furrows slightly, his eyes searching your face for answers. "what about us?"
you take a deep breath, knowing you're standing on the edge of something that could either change everything or break it.
"do you ever think about... crossing that line? the one we've been avoiding for a while?"
his gaze sharpens at your words, and for a moment, he says nothing, his silence speaking volumes.
his hand comes up to rest on the back of the couch behind you, fingers lightly grazing your shoulder.
it's such a simple gesture, but the touch feels loaded, like he's testing the waters, seeing how far he can go.
"every day," jake admits quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. "i think about it all the time.”
your heart skips a beat at his confession, and suddenly, it's like the doors have finally opened.
the tension that's been simmering between you for months rushes to the surface, impossible to ignore anymore.
"i don't want to keep pretending," he continues, his eyes locked on yours now, filled with an intensity that makes your stomach twist in anticipation.
"i don't want you like a best friend."
his words hit you like a wave, and you can't breathe, can't think.
it's what you've been wanting to hear, but now that it's out in the open, it feels all too big to grasp all at once.
"i... i don't either," you manage to whisper, your voice shaky and nervous. "i haven't for a long time."
the confession hangs in the air between you, heavy and real.
jake's fingers move to your chin, gently lifting your face so you're forced to meet his gaze.
there's something vulnerable in his eyes, like he's laying all his cards on the table, waiting for you to do the same.
"you drive me crazy, you know that?" his thumb brushes softly over your cheek, the touch sending sparks down your spine.
"every time i'm with you, i have to stop myself from... from doing this."
before you can ask what he means, jake leans in, his lips hovering inches from yours.
the anticipation makes your head spin, your heart pounding in your chest as you wait for him to close the distance.
and when he does, it feels like the world stops.
his lips are soft, hesitant at first, as if he's giving you the chance to pull away.
but you don't—instead, you lean into him, your hands finding their way to his chest, clutching the fabric of his shirt as if to steady yourself.
the kiss deepens, slow and consuming, like both of you are finally letting go of everything you’ve been holding back.
jake's hand moves to your waist, pulling you closer until you're practically sitting in his lap.
his fingers trace patterns on your skin, burning through the fabric of your dress, and all you can think about is how much you've wanted this-how long you've been waiting for him.
when you finally pull apart, breathless and flushed, jake rests his forehead against yours, his breathing ragged.
there's a look in his eyes that you've never seen before, something raw and filled with want.
"you're all i think about," he murmurs, his voice raspy. "every time i'm with you, it's like i forget how to pretend."
your heart races as you take in his words, and you know there's no going back now.
the truth is out there, hanging between you, and you're both too far gone to stop.
"i bought this dress for you, you know," you say softly, your voice trembling with anticipation as you run your hands down his chest. "i didn't buy it for no reason."
jake's brow furrows slightly in confusion, but the way his eyes darken with understanding makes your breath hitch.
"what do you mean?" he asks, though you can tell he's starting to piece it together.
your fingers curl into the fabric of his shirt as you pull him closer, your lips brushing against his ear as you whisper,
"i only bought this dress so you could take it off."
jake's breath hitches, and for a moment, everything feels suspended in the tension between you.
his hand tightens on your waist, and when he pulls back to look at you, there's a fire in his eyes that makes your skin tingle with excitement.
"you're killing me," he mutters, but there's a teasing grin on his face as his fingers trail down your arm, grazing the edge of the dress.
you smile, leaning in to press a kiss to his jaw, your lips lingering on his skin as you whisper, "then do something about it."
jake doesn't need to be told twice.
in one swift motion, he lifts you onto his lap, his hands gripping your waist as his lips crash into yours again.
the kiss is different this time-deeper, more desperate, like he's making up for all the time you've both spent pretending.
his hands move to the zipper of your dress, fingers fumbling slightly as he pulls it down, the sound loud in the quiet of the room.
your heart pounds in your chest as his hands roam your body, every touch igniting a fire in your veins.
the dress slips off your shoulders, and jake pulls back for a moment to look at you, his eyes dark with desire.
"you're beautiful," he murmurs, his voice low and filled with awe.
you feel a blush rise to your cheeks, but you don't have time to be self-conscious.
jake's lips are back on yours, his hands sliding up your bare back as he pulls you closer, your bodies pressed together in a way that makes you forget everything else.
it's been building to this for so long-the stolen glances, the lingering touches, the unspoken words.
now, it's all out in the open, and neither of you are holding back anymore.
as you fall back against the couch, jake hovering over you, his eyes filled with nothing but want and love, you realize that this was always where you were meant to end up—with him.
and tonight, everything that's been unsaid will finally be spoken.
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GENRE ៸៸ established relationship ៸ oneshot ﹔ SYPNOSIS┆in which your cold boyfriend suddenly acts clingy and affectionate in the morning .ᐟㅤ ꒰ WORD COUNT﹕1083 ꒱── 𝓦ARNING(S) not proofread ៸ cutie hoon ៸ pet names ៸ . ݁ ✦ ݁ . ⊱ LIBRARY . . . ﹕LUNA 💭 — it’s been a while!! i missed being on here sm im cryinggg schools been so tough ૮(˶╥︿╥)ა ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖
YOU WOKE UP TO A WARMTH YOU’RE NOT USED TO FEELING SO EARLY IN THE MORNING.
it’s comforting but so unfamiliar—as your eyes slowly flutter open, you realize that someone’s arms are wrapped securely around you, holding you close and coddling you as if you were a giant plushie.
the room is still dimly lit, the curtains drawn, but the soft sunrise of the early morning light seeps through, just enough for you to see the messy hair and familiar features of your boyfriend—park sunghoon.
sunghoon isn’t usually like this—he’s not the type to show his affection so openly.
he’s reserved, sometimes distant, always keeping his emotions carefully guarded behind his cold and icy demeanor.
so waking up like this, feeling his body pressed so intimately against yours, his face nuzzled into the crook of your neck, sends a rush of warmth and butterflies through you.
it’s as if he’s silently begging you not to move, as if he’s afraid you might slip away.
you tried shifting just a little, testing to see if you can turn over and look at him properly, but his grip only tightened in response, almost instinctively. ─── 𝘔𝘖𝘙𝘌 𝘜𝘕𝘋𝘌𝘙 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘊𝘜𝘛 .ᐟㅤ
his arms are firm around you, his breath steady and soft against your skin, and you can’t help but smile, even though you’re still a little—very confused.
“hoon?” you whisper, voice soft and gentle, not wanting to break the warmth of the moment.
you tilted your head with a pout to try and get a glimpse of his face, and you can see his eyes are still closed, his brows no longer furrowed in that typical stern way of his.
instead, he looks peaceful, maybe even vulnerable.
he doesn’t say anything at first, he just lets out a small sigh as his eyes blink open, the usual sharpness softened by exhaustion.
he looks at you for a moment, his gaze lingering on your delicate features, and it almost takes your breath away how different he seems—how unguarded.
“is everything okay, hoon?” you ask, your voice barely above a whisper, your eyes searching his, it’s unlike him to be this close, to be this... needy.
he doesn’t answer immediately, and for a second, you think he might just close his eyes again, retreat back into the comfort of silence and sleep.
but instead, he shifts a little, burying his face deeper into your neck, his lips brushing against your skin as he speaks, his voice shy and quiet.
“i just... i don’t say it enough,” he murmurs, his words barely audible to your ears.
“i don’t say it at all, actually. but i love you.”
his confession is soft, almost hesitant, like he’s afraid of how you’ll react. it catches you off guard, and for a moment, you forget how to breathe.
sunghoon, who rarely lets his emotions show, is telling you he loves you—it’s as if all those guarded looks and hesitant touches have finally found their voice, their body.
you feel his arms tighten slightly, his heart beating steadily against your back, and it makes your own heart explode with warmth.
letting out a soft a breath, your lips transforming into a gentle smile.
you turn your body just enough to face him, bringing your hand up to cup his cheek.
his eyes are half-lidded, watching you, nervousness radiating off of him.
you can tell that it took a lot for him to say those words—he’s always shown his love through actions rather than declarations.
“sunghoon...” you whisper, your thumb brushing gently along his cheekbone.
“you don’t have to say it for me to know, you know that?”
his gaze drops onto the covers for a second, as if he was unsure, but you lift his chin slightly, making him meet your eyes.
“you’ve always shown me you love me,” you continue, your voice filled with warmth.
“the way you remember the smallest things about me—like how you always make sure my favorite snack is stocked or how you know just when i need some space and when i need you close, or when i’ve had a horrible day and you rent my favourite movies on overpriced subscriptions.”
you see his expression soften, his eyes holding a glimmer of something more tender, and it makes your heart swell even more—if possible.
you lean in, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead. “i love you too, hoon,” you whisper against his skin.
“i always have and will. your actions have always told me everything i needed to know.”
he stays silent for a moment, and you feel him relax against you, his forehead resting against yours.
there’s a hint of a grin tugging at his lips, his eyes closing as if he’s savoring your words, your presence.
his arms pull you even closer, if that’s even possible, and you feel his breath against your skin, warm and steady.
“you’re too good to me, pretty..” he mumbles, his voice muffled slightly by your proximity.
“i know i’m not the best at showing it... but i’ll keep trying. for you.”
your heart flutters at his words, and you shake your head slightly, smiling.
“you’re perfect just the way you are,” you say softly, wrapping your arms around his neck.
“i don’t need grand gestures. just you, like this, is always going to be enough.”
he looks at you, his eyes holding a softness that’s usually hidden behind his icy expression.
his lips stretch into a small, shy smile, and he leans in, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips.
it’s sweet and soft, filled with all the words he hasn’t said, and it makes your heart flutter in your chest.
when he pulls back, he rests his forehead against yours again, his eyes closing as he lets out a content sigh.
“i love you,” he repeats, the words sounding more confident this time, as if he’s finally allowing himself to believe in them.
“i love you too,” you reply, your fingers threading through his hair, holding him close.
you both fall into a comfortable silence, the morning sun slowly brightening the room, but neither of you wanted to make any move to let go.
for once, sunghoon isn’t afraid to show how much he cares, and you can feel it in every gentle touch, every soft breath.
it’s a side of him you’ve always known was there, hidden beneath his coldness, and now, wrapped up in his arms, you feel like the luckiest person in the world to witness it.
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