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falling

pairing: boyfriend!Sunghoon x gn!reader

warnings: mild swearing but not really; sunghoon likes to tease you; literally nothing else though

synapsis: Sunghoon takes you on a date to the ice skating rink

wc: 504

a/n: wrote this purely for a friend but I thought it would be fun to share here too LMFAO

After three months of dating, Sunghoon finally decided to take you ice skating. He would tell you stories about his figure skating days and you were curious to see him in his element. After days of convincing, he finally decided to take you to your local ice rink. 

“Are you excited to skate today baby?” you say with the biggest smile on your face.

“I’m gonna be too focused on making sure you don’t eat shit every two seconds” Sunghoon retorts, an amused expression on his face.

“Hey it’s not going to be that bad,” you pout, grabbing onto his arm.

Once you two get inside and grab your skates, Sunghoon sits you down and helps you tie them up. Although he isn’t showing much excitement, he is the happiest guy in the world right now getting to take you to the ice rink. Getting to share his first love with the person he loves has his heart all giddy and he can’t wait to start skating.

With your skates all tied up, Sunghoon leads you out to the entrance keeping you from eating shit before getting onto the ice. As soon as you step foot onto the rink you feel like you’re going to fall flat on your ass. Balance was never your strong suit, so you’re thankful to have Sunghoon by your side to keep you standing.

“Told you I would need to make sure you don’t fall,” he jokingly says, loving that this whole scenario keeps you glued to his side the entire time. He tries to guide you around the rink, making sure you stay between him and the wall. 

“I don’t know how you did this as a hobby Hoonie this shit is HARD,” you try to keep your balance as best as you can but unfortunately Sunghoon was doing all the work for you. Eventually, he lets you go to let you try and skate on your own. That was a bad decision though, as you fell flat on your ass almost instantly and Hoon burst out into laughter before quickly helping you up.

“Baby, are you okay?” he says in between laughs. Once he gets you up to your feet again he skates you back to the entrance to make sure you’re not hurt anywhere.

“I’m fine Hoon, just a slightly bruised ego,” you reassure him that you’re okay, and you opt to sit on the sidelines and watch him skate effortlessly. He looked so natural in his element and you couldn’t help but look at him with such adoration.

As Sunghoon finishes and comes back over to you, he helps you take your skates off and return them to the worker. You walk out hand in hand, big smiles on both your faces. As he drops you off at home, he gives you a big hug and has the biggest smile on his face.

Unbeknownst to the both of you, that day was the moment the both of you fell head over heels for each other.

HEAVENLY ┆ A PARK SUNGHOON ONESHOT

SYNOPSIS! park sunghoon has put a curse on you after smashing you heart into a million pieces — that you’d never be able to find anyone comparable to him. and now he’s back, cocky and flirty as ever to prove that he’s the only one you’d ever need.

GENRE! playboy! sunghoon x fem reader, kiss his face with an uppercut romance, exes to lovers, fake dating, mutual pining, fluff, angst

CAUTION! cursing, party, attempt of writing heartbreak angst, slightly toxic (?) behaviour, make out scenes, cheating allegations, sunghoon douchebag, sunghoon has major confrontation issues, smoking

WORDCOUNT! 9.5k

MIKAELA’S! IM BACK, he’s back. playboy hoon! finally writing after like three months, it’s not the best so please forgive me. written to CIGARETTES AFTER SEX’s discography. feedback and reblog are appreciated! NOT PROOFREAD

TEASER SERIES MASTERLIST

WHERE IT’S SO SWEET AND HEAVENLY

THE VERY definition of sin and salvation, Park Sunghoon brings out the best of you in the worst ways. The first, your first — your first kiss, your first boyfriend, your first love.

He pulls you in and invades your senses, every careless whisper, every note passed in class, every make out session in dim empty classrooms, Sunghoon makes you yearn for him and you would be able to tell him apart from everyone else by touch and smell alone.

You still remember the summer two years ago, when you sat in the passenger seat of his convertible, wind in your hair as you had the greatest time in your life.

“Frozen?” You say as the radio in his car starts blasting ‘let it go’, and Sunghoon looks over to you with a boyish grin on his face.

“Why not?” He says, one hand on the steering wheel and the other moving to brush a strand of your hair back, “Elsa and Anna are pretty cool.” He holds your hand, thumb caressing the smooth skin of yours as he watches you throw your head back, laughter ringing through the air at his words.

“They are,” you agree with a giggle before your other hand fists to your lips as a microphone. And you sing with him, at the top of your lungs. That summer, in his passenger seat, you fell irrationally and irrevocably in love.

He looks at you, trying to catch his breath, and he adores — the way your lips curve up into the prettiest smile, the way you radiate warmth, and the way you’re you, intoxicating, captivating, and all together godly.

And he kisses you like his life depends on it. It’s soft, hot, desperate, and tender all at once. Your lips smooth, falling open at the brush of his tongue and Sunghoon can’t seem to get enough, teeth tugging at your lips, fingers twined into your hair before he breaks it only to barely press his lips onto your again, shifting from the corner of your lips to the centre, and then to the rest of your face, tiny pecks everywhere, as if he was worshipping you.

“Let’s do this again when we’re eighty,” he whispers, eyes locked onto you and forehead pressed against yours.

“You really think we’d make it till eighty?” You ask, and Sunghoon wears that infamous grin of his. A scoff leaves his lips as he replies, “baby we’d still be together even if you’re in heaven and I’m stuck in hell.”

“You don’t think we’d ever break up?” You question, and he chuckles at your innocence. Him? Breaking up with you? And he wonders if you realise the way he looks at you, how he kisses you like your lips are heaven.

“No way, princess,” he murmurs, bending over to place a ghost of a kiss on your lips, “I could be clinically insane or have the worst memory lost but I’d never forget how in love with you I am.”

How stupid you were to indulge in such empty promises. You should have known, been more aware that you could never change him — his habit of losing feelings fast.

How quickly he threw away a year of memories, how he kissed it off you and how you couldn’t help but comply, tears rolling down your cheeks. And you hated the way his face flashed a glimpse of regret — as if he was sorry he got caught.

“She pushed herself on me, love. As soon as she heard footsteps approaching.” Sunghoon pleaded, and you truly wanted to believe him. The way his hair was unusually dishevelled, his eyes full of pain. Yet all you could envision when you saw him was the picture of his body against one that was not yours, looking at her the way he looked at you.

“I really can’t handle this right now Sunghoon,” you cry, twisting your wrist out of his hold. Sunghoon feels his heart crush — he hears it. It chips off piece by piece as he watches you crumble to the ground, hands over your face and he wants to go over to console you yet his feet are glued to the ground.

“I swear,” he whispers, soft yet it shakes both hearts in the room, “you and me.”

Your head hurts and nothing matches up. Maybe you’re a coward for not choosing to fight or maybe you’re just too tired. “I can’t,” your voice cracking uglily, “I saw it with my own two eyes.”

“I love you,” you say, vision stuck on the floorboards, too scared to look at Sunghoon’s expression — was it pain like yours was, or was it joy and excitement at breaking yet another girl’s heart, “so much Hoon,” you manage to croak out.

“And I’d always trust you, but I need some time to process this, alone.”

That was the breaking point, when his heart shattered into small sharp shards of fragile vulnerability. It just seemed like yesterday when the both of you laid side by side and swore your forevers. He was never one for love and romance but now he gets it.

There wasn’t any point living if it’s not with you.

And he blames himself — his previous actions and deeds that cursed him for life, the karma that haunted him for his unrighteousness. Maybe he does deserve it, he thinks, if this was what every other girl felt like when he had broken things up with them.

“Please,” he muttered, eyes red and tears running down. Sunghoon doesn’t know who he’s talking to anymore; if he was begging you to stay by his side or begging himself to stop inflicting pain on your precious heart.

“Not now,” your chest squeezes and your rib cage traps your ferociously beating heart to hold it in its place as you make a rash decision, “I don’t want to see you.”

Sunghoon thinks he could’ve turned into a grotesque monster the way you shunned him out. All bloody and contorted, far away from the charm he once used to hold. And he wants to disagree, yet he murmurs the heavy words of agreement.

You only hear the shuffling of feet — one that you can recognise from miles away, before the door clicks close and your throat burns from the loud sobs emitted from your heart.

As much as you wanted to indulge in such a cliche that you could be the one person who changed his way, this was sadly reality. That Park Sunghoon never belonged to you the way you belonged to him.

He’d always be wanted everywhere he went, and you don’t know if you’d ever be able to handle that.

ONE YEAR LATER

You’re kissing a boy whose name you don’t remember. Is it Park Jaemin or Park Jaeon? Is his surname even Park? Eyes closed and lips on lips, and it isn’t very polite of you to rate a boy’s kiss, but it’s all you can do to satisfy your boredom as his teeth carelessly bites down on your tongue. Fucking hell, you think, as you break the kiss only to meet the boy’s apologetic expression, it’s a two out of ten.

Dreading to tell your friends about yet another terribly gone blind date, you force a tight lipped smile as you wave goodbye to the boy whose cheeks are flushed red. As cute as he looked, you wished you would never see him again.

“God, why are men like this,” you complain right as you open the doors to your dorm room. Karina, your dorm mate and self proclaimed best friend sits up on her bed, patting the spot next to her in eagerness, ready to listen to yet another night of whining.

“It can’t be as bad as the lifeguard guy,” she says, tilting her head to examine your fatigued expression, “how was the kiss this time round?”

You don’t even bother saying it out, you didn’t even want to think about it again. Simply raising two fingers up at her, your back hits the soft cushion of Karina’s bed, a loud sigh leaving your lips.

“Still not comparable to,” she pauses, looking at you warily before continuing, “him?”

Him. God, it’s insane that he’s still stuck in your mind a year after he mercilessly stepped on your heart. You stay silent, and that’s all it takes for your dorm mate to flop down beside you, a big sigh leaving her lips as well.

You’re over him. You’re over Park Sunghoon. Or at least that’s what you tell yourself. But despite days and nights of going out again and again with different boys to forget about him, changing habits and sleep schedules to leave memories with him behind, deep inside your heart you know that you’ll never get over Park Sunghoon.

He’s the reason why any blind date your parents set you up with doesn’t go smoothly. You’re picky, and you can’t seem to find a boy comparable to him. And you fault Sunghoon for making you like this — overly obsessed with the composition of people.

Like every boring blind date starts, the boy picks you up, drives you to your favourite restaurant and asks you the same questions, “what do you study?”, “how are you liking school?”, and oftentimes questions of more substance like, “how was your day today?” At least with those kinds of questions your answer could vary.

And everytime you get asked such questions you can’t help but remember him. Park Sunghoon, who told you that he practised knotting his tie an hour a day to prepare for your very first date together. How he likes KitKats so much but he’s boycotting Nestle so he doesn’t buy them, and how he absolutely hates the taste of coffee, but drinks it to look cool.

Your eyes start to burn slightly, and you squeeze them shut, trying to stop the collecting tears from trailing down the apples of your cheeks. You hate Sunghoon, you despise him so much you wish you could punch him and his god awful handsome face a couple times. Why, you wonder, why did he have to be such a good boyfriend? Maybe if he wasn’t you’d be content with a boy who wasn’t experienced in kissing, maybe you’d be fine with a boy who asks you how your day went just for the sake of asking.

And it doesn’t help that you’ve grown the exact same habit as him, that you had to restrain yourself from telling every single boy you sit across the table from small details about you like you used to tell Sunghoon.

Hands moving to furiously wipe the tears streaming down your face, you open your eyes to see Karina, who looks at you with sympathy. It’s become too common of an occurrence, and she hates that she can’t do anything about it other than offer you comfort.

“He was a good boyfriend, but there are better out there,” she says this time round, moving over to lay beside you. There are better boys out there, everyone is better than a boy who broke your heart. But he’s the one you want. Park Sunghoon.

No words are exchanged but a tight hug before you shuffle back to your bed. Your nighttime routine begins as your head hits the pillow and you start thinking about Sunghoon. You always think about Sunghoon before you fall asleep, you did since the very first time you met him, and you do now. The words he said, the way he looked. The inside jokes you had, the silent moments you shared. And if you ever dream, you dream about him. Because it’s Sunghoon, and everything in your life seemed to revolve around him.

It’s strange, how the moments the both of you shared felt like forever. Until suddenly you’re nineteen, and he’s halfway across the world. The earth becomes an hourglass, and you’re watching the sand pile up at the wrong end. And you’re thinking about how when you first met him, when you dated him, and when you were just beside him. Then your heart was like a kick drum at a rock show. But now, it is merely a ticking bomb of pain and anguish.

The arrogance and beautiful glory that shined with him — and you can still never forget the time it blinded you. How you were supposed to be the main character yet all you could focus on was the godly playboy who stole your firsts.

“I’d kiss you but your boyfriend’s watching,” Sunghoon mumbled, and he was so close you could feel his breath on your lips.

He held your gaze confidently, with a tinge of arrogance as his tongue darted out to lick his lip. You remember thinking that Sunghoon was the most annoying person in the world, because how could he have looked so devilishly handsome and have such an intoxicating effect on you.

It all started when he showed up unannounced and uninvited to your birthday party — still in his school uniform, tie loosened and sleeves rolled up with his blazer hanging over his shoulder.

And you should have known better than to let him charm his way into your house. “What are you doing here, Hoon?”

Sunghoon loved the way his nickname rolled off the tip of your tongue, so addictive that he wanted to record it — to play it again and again, even if your tone was one of spite.

“Happy birthday princess,” Sunghoon completely ignored your words, taking steps closer towards you, “now, where’s my birthday kiss?”

He’s at it again, aimlessly flirting with you. You rolled your eyes, a deep sigh exiting your mouth, “it’s my birthday, Hoon.” How did he even know where you lived? You were sure you told everyone you invited not to bring him along.

“So I’ll give you a birthday kiss,” he grins, eyes glinting with mischief as he watches your facial expressions fall, ears burning red as you quickly turn around.

You hated Park Sunghoon and the unimaginable hold he had on you. “I’m going to find my mother. Do not, I swear to god, cause any trouble.”

“Your mother? It’s a little early in the relationship,” he moved swiftly to your side, arms casually slinging over your shoulder as he pulled you closer into him forcefully. “But it’s okay, I’m ready.”

Where in the world did Sunghoon get his cocky attitude from, you think as you try your best to pry and lift his arm away from your shoulder. Despite your surface indifference towards his advances, there were millions of butterflies invading your stomach at his every single action.

Before you can even try to escape, a voice calls your name and you stop to talk to Yunjin. “Park Sunghoon? What are you doing here?”

Sunghoon steals a glance at you, and he thought you looked absolutely adorable as you pouted at the image of multiple people seeing you with him; given how you always seemed to have complaints about his overly flirty nature and playboy ways.

But Sunghoon hadn’t fooled around since you transferred into Decelis two months ago, a personal record for him. At first all you were was a form of entertainment, someone who had cute reactions to his smooth pick up lines.

Then it all came crashing down, when he started to feel the need to bicker with you everyday and mess up your hair every time he saw you in the hallways. And somewhere in between the blurred lines, he fell in love.

“Here to celebrate my girl’s birthday,” he cocks his head towards you, who’s palms now cover your face in sheer embarrassment. God, now it’s going to spread like wildfire. His girl?

Yunjin’s eyes widen and jaw drops, “really? You guys are together? But I thought you were with Choi Soobin.” She asked, nudging you.

Sunghoon frowns at her words. Choi Soobin? Since when? Sunghoon literally followed you around school whenever he saw you, and he’s never seen you ever talk to that boy.

“Soobin and I are just friends,” you clarify, “also we are not a couple,” your finger gesturing to you and Sunghoon as you answer the girl.

“We’ll be one by tomorrow,” Sunghoon cuts back into the conversation, voice loud, and he catches your surprised expression as he smirks slyly.

Though he continues the conversation without a single stutter or break, Sunghoon’s feeling utterly disgusted. Is that the kind of boy you like? Nerdy losers who can’t do anything for the life of themselves? He doesn’t really like the thought of turning into those types of boys, but whatever you want, he thinks — he’s already practised abstinence for you, he might as well go all the way.

At the same time Sunghoon wonders if you’re really that oblivious to his obvious advancements towards you. He’s made it crystal clear: dumped his girlfriend, followed you around, talked about you literally all the time, and yet you’re still clueless.

And he whisks you away before you find the chance to clarify his words again. He’s determined this time round, to make it extremely straightforward for you.

“Hoon why in the world would you say stuff like that,” you groaned, hands slapping his chest. And he grins like an idiot at your touch, if this was what it took for you to initiate skinship with him, he’d be more than willing to proclaim himself as your boyfriend any day.

He placed a hand on the place you’d just hit, “it’s painful,” he pouted, and you almost feel a little guilty at your harsh actions, “can you kiss it better?”

Until that. You huffed, “I'm leaving,” you announced as you turned away, ready to walk right back into the crowd. Sunghoon quickly clasped his fingers around your wrist, pulling you into his chest.

Your eyes become those of a deer caught in headlights as your body is pressed firmly against his, his arms finding their way to your waist; a gentle but firm hold as he bent down.

“Wasn’t done yet, princess,” he smirked, and you feel some sort of danger looming over because Sunghoon looks like a devil enticing you to commit sin. His black hair styles perfectly like always and his red tie, due to his excessive movements, is now dropping down even more to expose his honey skinned collarbones.

The most you can muster is a mumble, “what,” and your eyes are glassy as you stare up at him, he thinks he might go insane — to just move in to place a kiss on your invitingly soft lips.

“I’d kiss you but your boyfriend’s watching,” and he literally spat the term out, unable to believe he’s labelling someone else other than him ‘your boyfriend’. He knew you guys weren’t together, but just for the comfort of his heart he had to hear it again.

It took you a while to process his words. “He’s not my boyfriend, Hoon,” and it’s that short statement coupled with the way you said his name that really did it for him.

Sunghoon moves in just as you finish your sentence, and he sinks into your pillowy lips. It’s paradise on earth and he thinks he will never be able to get enough of this feeling.

“Sunghoon,” you mumbled when he broke the kiss, slightly out of breath as you looked up with hazy eyes.

He chuckled, “sorry, baby, my bad. I’ll return your kiss back,” and Sunghoon doesn’t hesitate to give you another kiss, fingers caressing your waist as he pulled you closer to him.

This time it’s you who breaks the kiss, way too out of breath to even form full sentences without a few breaks in between. “You just kissed me.”

“Right, I just did that baby,” he smiles, those tiny fangs of his showcased as he gazes adoringly at you. “Actually, I’m looking for a girlfriend.” He pauses, eyeing your flushed cheeks and pink lips, “Are you looking for a boyfriend by any chance, princess?”

Now that you’re literally glued onto Sunghoon, you take the chance to look at him. Sharp nose, pretty moles that you could probably trace along all day, and his eyes which contrasting to his calm demeanour, held anxiousness as he waited for you to answer.

You’ve thought about dating Sunghoon before. Multiple times. Way more than you should’ve. And you never wanted to ever confess to it, because he was everyone’s crush. And not only that, he was annoying — constantly teasing you and making you flustered by his actions. You’d curse every time your heartbeat started to accelerate at his flirty words. You had thought that there was no way he’d ever like you back.

“I’m looking for a boyfriend,” you admit, letting out a soft giggle at Sunghoon’s overjoyed expression. And you decide that maybe now’s the time to get back at him, tease him a little to get him to stay on his toes, “maybe I should go find Soobin.”

His shoulders downturn almost immediately and his arms wrap around your waist securely, chin resting on the top of your head. “No fucking way,” he grumbles, “you’re my girlfriend now. And I’m your boyfriend.”

“Yeah, you are,” you say, voice muffled in the embrace of Sunghoon. And you hear him giggle slightly, the rumble of his chest exposing the boyish feelings your boyfriend was currently going through, “for now.”

Sunghoon lifted his chin from your head, fingers brushing over your cheeks before they landed themselves on your jaw. He tilts your chin up, “too bad my intention is forever.” And he placed chaste kisses on your lips again and again.

What a joke. What a liar, you think as you feel the cords of your heart tug at the memory. He haunts you and you wish you were here with him in his arms, fresh perfumed scent from Tamburins that he always used wafting into your senses, intoxicating you, consuming you.

Sticky cheeks and bloodshot eyes adorn your face as Karina shakes you incessantly, bringing you back to reality. “What,” you groan. You weren’t in the mood for whatever gossip she had to tell you — Sunghoon consumed your mind in ways that made it ache; you barely have space for any other thoughts.

She thrusts the phone into your face, the blaring screen making you squint as you recognise the familiar school news forum website. The big bold title of the post names ‘guys help me find this guy i saw on campus in omfg’ along with a picture attached.

You’re left speechless as a wave of emotions hits you and you feel like you’re drowning. This is not a dream, it’s real. And you don’t know if this was the universe’s way of pushing you to get over him or if you’d just managed to anger the world with your incessant wailing about the boy.

Because Park Sunghoon is back and he’s looking ten times hotter than you’d remembered.

Sunghoon sits with his long legs comfortably spread open and arms resting on the cushions of the couch, as if he was the owner of the house.

“So,” the girl straddled on his lap says, twirling her hair and batting her eyelashes at him, “what’s your favourite fruit then?”

They’ve been at it for minutes that felt like hours and Sunghoon doesn’t think he can withstand the urge to push her off his lap for any longer. Sunghoon grins cockily, “wanna know, babe?”

He watches with dark eyes as the girl, who’s name he can’t seem to remember, nods bashfully. It’s the fifth girl in three days, and Sunghoon’s getting a little tired of the same old expressions to his flirty behaviour.

“Strawberries,” Sunghoon tells her, “I could live on strawberries my whole life.”

“You like them that much, huh?” He almost visibly cringes at the sultry tone of her voice. That’s too much. But he doesn’t say anything, nodding his head at her words. “Why?”

He freezes up for a while. Why? Well, Sunghoon has never had a care for strawberries, but that summer, your lips were so stained with strawberries it was all he could ever taste.

And he remembers how your hands traced the veins of his neck, limbs tangled with his as he kissed your strawberry lips goodnight and good morning.

“Tastes nice,” he shrugs, and the girl moves on to her next question. Sunghoon, however, tunes her out like he had wanted to since she pounced over onto his lap.

He almost curses the girl for asking him such a harmless question, cursing himself for answering it the way he did. Sunghoon doesn’t have a favourite fruit, so why did his thoughts have to travel there, to the back of his mind, where he kept all his memories with you untouched.

Ironically, Park Sunghoon is here to see you. Despite having a girl planted on his lap, he finds his eyes constantly wandering every time people enter the house — it’s an unfamiliar game of waiting, one that Sunghoon’s never played before.

Hell, Sunghoon doesn’t even know if you’re going to come, but he’s bagging on it because he knows your parents wouldn’t let you skip the chance to network with your schoolmates. And now that he’s back as your schoolmate, Sunghoon swears that he wouldn’t miss the chance to ‘network’ with you.

Speaking of the devil, you walk through the door, and Sunghoon is in awe. Pretty little black dress with black heels, and god you still looked the same, maybe even prettier — yeah, definitely more prettier.

And his heart is thumping against his rib cage, nostalgia flushing through him as Sunghoon remembers the very first time he saw you in class after he came late. One look at you and he thinks all his efforts are in vain, Sunghoon wants to touch you, call you pet names and see your cheeks flush his favourite shade of rosy red, but the weight on top of his lap stops him, and he can only watch as you walk into the kitchen without a glance towards the couch.

Then he hears your voice, it's loud and smooth like it was back then, and he remembers because every single time he hears the nickname ‘Hoon’, he hears your voice. And Sunghoon will never forget the sound of your voice calling his name over and over.

“Soobin,” you call out, “Choi Soobin,” and his shoulders drop. Soobin? Out of everyone you could move on with, you got together with him? He’s better, Sunghoon knows he is, and he can’t believe the fact that you would downgrade to a second class nerd.

Sunghoon shifts in his seat, the poor girl on his lap thrown to the side as he attempts to get a view of the open kitchen where you stood alluringly. He disregards the scoff thrown at him from the girl, who walks away with hips swinging.

God it’s that effect again, and without even a look you have him wrapped around your finger unknowingly. Sunghoon suddenly feels the need to kiss you again, and he realises how much he misses you.

How selfish of him though, to crave for you as though you were his to miss at all.

Sunghoon clears his throat, arms folded and muscles bulging, trying to be discreet about the toll you take on his mentality. He’s here and you’re just a walk away — yet why does he feel so undeserving of being next to you.

The past was just a misunderstanding, and he wouldn’t have been at fault if he didn’t just hop on a plane to the other side of the world just as you were ready to talk it out.

But there you are now and he feels as if it’s his final opportunity before you slip through his fingers. Sunghoon wants to call your name, blurt out his feelings and kiss himself better; hell he’d never admit it over his pride but he had been thinking of what to say to you when he would finally see you again.

The lump in his throat’s the size of a cherry pit as he shifts awkwardly, finding himself on the way to the kitchen, on the way to you.

And he hates it — how fidgety you make him feel, how his palms turn sweaty like a teenage boy, how out of character you make him feel.

You’re just another girl now, an ex, a stranger. Sunghoon knows he’s just lying to himself, because you’d never be a stranger to him, not when you’re in everything he sees and does, not when he’s never had the confidence to tell his parents who constantly ask about you that you’re no longer together.

Filtering through the crowded room, he prepares himself, rehearsing the words he’s always wanted to tell you. Yet a flame in his heart burned luminously green at the sight of you laughing, with a boy that wasn’t him, with Choi Soobin.

“New boyfriend already? I see the princess has downgraded from a prince to a knight,” Sunghoon looms over you, a look of distaste all over his face as he looks pointedly over at the other tall boy.

You knew he was here watching, you could feel the gaze of Park Sunghoon from a mile away. And now he’s right behind you, chest pressed against your back as Soobin looks away from you to meet his gaze.

“Sunghoon?” Soobin murmurs in confusion, and Sunghoon smirks, waving him off as a gesture to leave the both of you alone.

That was one thing you’d always hated about Sunghoon, how he used his influence to control everyone around you, as if they were unworthy of your attention.

“Stay Soobin,” you say, before you turn around to meet Sunghoon’s gaze for the first time in a long while. Your heart slams against your chests like fists on a punching bag and feelings overwhelm you. You wouldn’t label yourself as someone emotional yet whenever you’re around Sunghoon you can’t help but drown in your feelings — love, hate, anger, and longing.

Sunghoon shoots you a sharp glare before returning his gaze to Soobin and cocking his head to the side. “I think I should leave,” he mumbles, tripping over his words before he steps out of the kitchen.

And there you find yourself, face excruciatingly close to Park Sunghoon’s as you try to choke down your feelings. He looked a little different, less playful and more mature, yet he still has the same sharp features you loved, and the multiple moles peppered across his face that you used to kiss every night.

“Is this fun for you, Sunghoon?” And he winces at your tone, loaded with disappointment and frustration but he remains quiet, reaching over to brush a strand of hair away from your face.

You can’t stop yourself from leaning into it, his warmth and familiarity. “Hm?” Sunghoon hums, his voice deeper than it was back then, “I don’t know, is this fun for you, princess?”

You’re taken back to highschool, when Sunghoon would press you up against the cool metal lockers and tell you how pretty you are, like a princess hence the nickname he has for you. Then, you couldn’t control the vibrant red that ruled over your cheeks and ears at the sound of that nickname and now, you still can’t seem to.

“You can’t just barge in here and act like you know me, Park Sunghoon,” you seethed, “like nothing ever happened.”

“I don’t know, princess, maybe you can refresh my memory,” he grins at the way your eyebrows squeeze in irritation, “a kiss for old times sake?”

You place your palms on his chest, using force to push him away yet he doesn’t budge. “Hey sweetheart, I know you’re excited to see me but it’s a little early to be feeling me up don’t you think?”

Immediately retracting your hands, Sunghoon lets out a laugh. It’s just as melodious as you remember and you can’t help but sigh at the familiar feeling of bickering with him. “Get the fuck off me, Park Sunghoon,” you groan.

“Woah, full government name? Baby I thought we were in love.” God, you think, how you wished you could kiss his face with an uppercut. It didn’t help that he was exactly the same as he was before and everything more, because you can feel yourself sinking deeper and deeper into him, more than before.

And you hated how he looked so good, like he never ghosted you and gave up on your relationship, like he wasn’t crying constantly over the memories you shared together.

“Why are you back Sunghoon,” you sigh, at least you were prepared — having cried your heart out, panicking over what to do when you’d finally see him with Karina. “Why are you here disturbing me, why can’t you just go find another girl to bother?”

It hurt you to say this, yet the clear image of Sunghoon with other girls was painted clearly in your mind. He was a player, and you felt hopeless trying to change him.

“It’s always been you, love.” He bends closer towards you holding your gaze, “I can’t eat, I can’t sleep, I wake up in the middle of the night calling out your name.”

“Will you please stop joking around,” you scoff at his unbelievable attempt at wooing you yet your heart pounds against the blooming flowers of your rib cage.

“Who says I’m not being serious,” he says, “besides it’s hard to find another girl to bother when you’re all everyone around me talks about.”

Your heart stops and your stomach dips as though you’ve just tumbled from a great height. It’s the closeness between the both of you that makes your knees weak, and his skin brushing against yours that jolts you like a spray of hot sparks. It’s how he knows exactly what gets to you, even if you’d never meant for him to.

His words pierce your heart, half agony half hope. And maybe if you loved him less you’d be able to bite back.

“We are long over and you know that,” you answer, so softly yet the pain drums against your whole being, “you made sure of that when you left without a word.”

Sunghoon feels constricted, and his shoulders feel the heavy weight of his guilt as he breathes. And since a few months ago, he’s always thought that the wound from your relationship had festered yet here, right in front of you, it still bleeds fresh.

“We never officially broke up,” Sunghoon points out. And he feels like such a desperate douchebag hanging onto the thinnest thread that could snap at any given second.

You scoff as you feel annoyance rise up in you, “you’d think that leaving your girlfriend to live across the world at the lowest point of your relationship literally shouts break up in every single angle.”

Sunghoon, for once, doesn’t have a cocky comeback to your words as they fizzle down his throat in silence. He opens his mouth yet bites back his tongue, guilt ridden.

You look at him, begging for an explanation that never seemed to come, “forget it, I’m an idiot for thinking that you’d ever waste your breath explaining yourse-”

“I get it, you hate me,” he groans, cutting you off as you fidget awkwardly at his words. No one could ever hate Park Sunghoon, even you — especially you. He sucks in a breath, ready to embarrass himself, bracing himself for rejection.

He can’t let you go like this, not when your heart blackens at the sight of him, not when he’s still madly in love with you.

So he does what he does best, he plays. And this time, it’s a game that he needs to win.

Park Sunghoon has a way with words, or maybe that’s just his charm — where every sentence and every word entrances, putting you in a state where you can’t seem to do anything but oblige to his commands.

You stand in one of your favourite dresses at the entrance of the restaurant, Sunghoon beside you as you try your best not to take a peek at him for the nth time.

You’re not here for him, you’re here for his mother.

At least that’s what you’ve been trying to tell yourself.

And you’ve been dreading it all, the feeling of familiarity — remembering how much you’d loved his parents, how well they treated you, and how you’d always meet up with them with Sunghoon.

Yet here you were again, a year later, trying to convince yourself that this was the closure that you needed to move on. It’s just an hour or two.

“Oh my gosh Sunghoon, you brought her,” a flowery voice cheered as you watched Mrs Park push back her chair to throw her arms around you, “I’ve been asking Sunghoon to set up a date for us to meet for the past year but he always claims you’re busy with Uni. How are you doing?”

You wrap your arms around her, a real smile blooming on your face, “I’ve been coping well, it’s much busier than I could’ve ever imagined. But I’ve never been better.”

Lie, lie, lie. It seemed like that was all you could do around things that surround your ex boyfriend; lying about your feelings, lying to his mother, lying to yourself.

“I can imagine,” she smiles, gesturing to the both of you to sit, “now that Hoon is back, I’m sure he’d look after you well.”

“Not even a hello to your own son and you’re already putting words in my mouth,” Sunghoon complains, rolling his eyes at his mother’s usual antics.

And at times like this he remembers how you’d squeeze his hands, as if warning him to listen to his mother, yet right now his hands lack the warmth yours radiate and he only has himself to blame.

After all he was the one asking you to join him, and he couldn’t have expected you to actually act like you used to. You weren’t his to touch anymore.

“It’s great that you’re back next to him,” Mrs Park comments, completely ignoring her son. “You’re the only one he listens to. He’s changed a lot since he met you.”

You let out a forced laugh, one that goes unnoticed by Mrs Park but not Sunghoon. And he questions if you actually believe his mother’s words.

Sunghoon used to think it was foolish to believe that people could truly change for the better — life was made to be a cycle, and no matter how long summer radiated, winter would still send a chill down your spine. Yet with you his world felt like constant summers in paradise, peace and comfort he hasn’t been able to find anywhere but in your arms that wrapped around his flaws and never let go.

“Barely any parties overseas, always studying,” she points out and you’re shocked at the new revelation you’d just made, “but he’s started smoking, maybe now that you’re back by his side you can fix that up.”

Sunghoon groans, “whatever.” His fingers run through his hair as you finally cave in, taking a glance at him. His sculpted features that followed you to your dreams, the rustic looking leather jacket that hugged his figure perfectly and just everything; from the way he breathes to the way he speaks. He’s everything.

Time ticks away as you find it harder and harder not to hold Sunghoon’s hand like you used to, holding yourself back from purposefully hitting his leg with yours under the table cloth just for the fun of it. And it wasn’t that you weren’t enjoying yourself — it was just how minutes felt like days being so close yet not being able to touch him.

The cold breeze of the night bites your cheeks, turning them a frosty red. You shiver as you blow hot breaths on the palms of your hand, rubbing them to keep warm only to find the weight of a jacket draped over your shoulder.

“I don’t need it,” you say to Sunghoon, without having any intention to give his jacket back, “I’m not that cold.”

“I can hear your teeth chattering from a mile away, princess,” he says, lips twitching.

“Sure,” you comment, “and when you’re cold later on don’t ask for the jacket back.”

Sunghoon lets out a laugh, it’s animated and excited as his head rolls back and his mouth widens. “Don’t worry about me, love, I’ve got it covered.”

Reaching into his pocket, Sunghoon pulls out a box of cigarettes, smoothly lighting one up before he breathes out a cloud of grey smoke. And you can’t help but look.

You hold your breath at the sight — his dark eyes alight under the moonlight and his jaw tilted a few angles up, hair messy from the night’s breeze, and finger clad rings that hold such death.

It makes you scared: scared of the love you have for him. Because it has ruined you once and it will ruin you again, you’d let it ruin you again.

“You shouldn’t smoke, you know,” you start, “it’s bad for your health.”

“You’re bad for my health, sweetheart,” he answers, “yet you seem to be everywhere I am.”

The silence of night engulfs the both of you, and the chatter from the restaurant tunes out as you meet his gaze.

It’s insane, you’re going insane. “You know you can’t just do that,” you say, trying to keep yourself calm.

“Can’t just do what, love?” He hums, smoke wafting around him. And it really should have disgusted you, the way he chose to blacken his own lungs yet it didn’t. It could never.

“That,” you point out, tearing your gaze away from him. “You can’t just return out of nowhere and pretend like everything is fine. Calling me pet names, making me meet your mother because you failed to tell her about our breakup. You can’t just rope me back in after I’ve spent all my time and energy grappling out of the hold you have over me.”

Tears well up in your eyes as you desperately try to blink them away. Your vulnerability on full display for Sunghoon to read — not that he ever needed you to tell him, he could read you like an open book.

“Stop playing with me Sunghoon. I’m not just a toy you can throw around and find when you’re bored.”

Only the soft cackle at the end of Sunghoon’s cigar can be heard as he stills. And he wants to tell you that he loves you, he wants to scream it to the world. You were never a toy to him and he has always been fully devoted to you, like a religion of his.

Sunghoon doesn’t know how to say it, he can’t really put it into words: the feeling he has when he’s around you. He’s addicted to it — the feeling of being alive, like he’s known you for lifetimes after lifetimes, like he’s free.

His proclamation gets stuck in his throat as he fumbles on a thorough response. It’s always been hard for him to show his true feelings, much more to actually say it out loud.

He’s never really been an emotional person, much less a confrontational one. It was why he liked playing around; baseless actions without reason, there wasn’t any need to show his true feelings or even feel much to begin with. He never had to explain himself, not once.

And at times like this when Sunghoon’s utterly scared, he can’t do anything but accept; that maybe you and him were just meant to be a precious memory.

Maybe it was time to let you move on.

Friends with deep history. That’s what Karina decides to title your relationship with Sunghoon. And you’d never thought it’d hurt this much, given you and Sunghoon were never once considered friends.

It’s a whole different type of pain and worry that gnaws at your heart — like an emerald monster of envy as you watch him interact with other girls in ways he once did with you, to hear him call others by pet names like he used to call you.

Sunghoon lets the word ‘babe’ roll off his tongue without a second thought, it’s the only pet name he could ever bear saying without much thought of you.

‘Babe’ was conventional, normal. It was everything you were not.

And he wonders if you realise it, if you pay attention to his every word like he does to yours, if you’d really moved on and accepted the fact that the two of you were friends.

It’s weird, Park Sunghoon has never hated any word more. The sour aftertaste it left on his tongue and the tension surrounding it. Fuck friends, he thinks, it’s only been a week of such an arrangement and he can’t take it any longer.

There’s only been two types of days throughout the week — ones where you’re beside him and he can smell the familiar scent of vanilla and honey and others, where seconds felt like months and minutes felt like years.

This isn’t what he came back for. He didn’t come back just to torture himself with close proximity, he came back to touch you, kiss you, to feel your breath on his lips, to feel your heart beat against his.

It’s been a week since Sunghoon swore to himself that he’d let you move on, give you space, and finally let you go from his grasp. Yet whenever he spots you with another boy that wasn’t him, his being burns.

His heart scalds as if it’s drowning in fiery hot lava. And Sunghoon doesn’t sob or wail, his grief horribly discreet, persistent, and almost as silent as bleeding from an unstitched wound. It feels unspeakably lonely, draining and his mind’s a blank state. A sickening wet feeling.

How the memories haunt him everywhere he finds himself to be; your favourite cafe, a poster of the movie you’d made him watch multiple times he could recite half the movie script, the bitter coffee he forces down his throat just to torture himself.

“Because it’s kinda cool,” he remembers telling you, “stuff like coffee runs, or caffeine adrenaline that runs through my veins after the bitter taste coats my tongue.”

The heavenly laugh that you let out, the one that makes him want to keep on loving you. “Caffeine adrenaline, really Hoon?” You said with a grin on your face, “I don’t think there’s such a thing.”

“Yeah there is,” he insists, mirroring the goofy grin plastered on your lips, “and it makes me want to kiss you.”

Now all time does is pass and he finds himself in front of your favourite cafe, wondering if you still order your favourite chocolate pastry and get it all over your lips; if there’s someone else who kisses the stains of chocolate away like he did once.

And he shouldn’t have been surprised to see you there, in your glory, a plate of your favourite chocolate pastry in front of you half eaten.

At least some things don’t change.

He watches you intently, as you take another bite of the chocolaty goodness, nodding inattentively at the words spouted from your company’s mouth.

Sunghoon thinks the boy in front of you is doing it all wrong. If he was in front of you now he would’ve teased you for being a messy eater, bent over the table just to kiss the chocolate away from your lips as you tell him to stop while laughing.

You find your attention dwindling from the boy in front of you. He was good looking, for sure, defined features and a nice smile. But Sunghoon’s more handsome, Sunghoon looks good with and without glasses but the boy in front of you would never be able to pull glasses off.

If Sunghoon was here, he’d have already made me laugh at least thrice, he’d have planted a kiss on my lips, calling me a messy eater, he’d have already changed the topic to keep to your interests.

You look away from the boy, scanning the interior of the familiar cafe, one that was supposed to be your favourite yet you’ve never really thought much about the interior or their food. Everything’s dull and you figure that maybe it’s the company you’re around that matters instead.

The cafe wasn’t your favourite, Sunghoon was. With his witty comebacks and chivalrous smirk, the tall figure and eyes you could stare at for days.

And then you see him, and he’s just there. You don’t know what to think anymore. Just that you’re here and he’s here. That you’re supposed to hate him for leaving yet you can’t find a tinge of hate in your heart. That moving on was clearly for the better but everything’s mundane without him.

Sunghoon’s already looking at you, and when you meet his gaze he lets out a string of curses under his breath. This wasn’t a good idea. You and him in a place scattered everywhere in your memories, just a few steps away yet miles apart at the same time.

He can’t take it any longer. So Sunghoon leaves, fingers clenching the pack of cigarettes in his pocket.

You frown at the sight of his back, turning as he left the cafe without a second thought. A sense of déjà vu encompasses you. Is this how it’s always going to be — turning away from each other without a smile, seeing him everywhere yet not being able to talk to him, holding the label of friends but never having a proper conversation?

“Hey, you okay love?” You grimace at the name he calls you, looking back at the boy who did nothing but blabber away all this while.

“Uhm, I think I have to go,” you say, chair pushed back hurriedly as you make your way out without a second thought. Head turning to find a boy in a denim jacket, the boy that held your heart in his hands.

“Sunghoon,” you call once you spot him, puffs of smoke wafting over and around him as he leans gorgeously against a wall. “Is this really how it’s going to be?”

Sunghoon lifts the cigarette between his fingers, cold eyes that once held no emotion seemingly brightening at the sight of you. “What are you doing here princess?” He asks, small puffs of smoke exiting his mouth as he talks, “boy not to your liking? He seemed bland.”

“Why are you doing this Sunghoon,” you say exasperatedly, “why are you everywhere that I am, why do you follow me in everything that I do.”

“Am I distracting you from your dates, love?” Sunghoon laughs, and you’re annoyed at how he dodges your questions perfectly, how he manages to twist everything yet hit the nail on the head.

“You promised me that you’d let me move on,” you pause, catching your breath, “you owe me that. You owe me space.”

“You think it’s that easy to give you up?” Sunghoon’s eyebrows furrow as the cigarette in his finger dims and drops to the ground, “I wasn’t lying when I said that you’re all around me. I can’t even-”

“Then why,” you cut him off, vision already blurry, “why did you leave without a word, why did you leave just when I was ready to talk, why didn’t you answer the thousand messages I left you, why did I have to find out you were gone from someone that wasn’t you. Why?”

“I didn’t have a choice,” Sunghoon says shakily.

“You didn’t have a choice?” You scoffed, “I cry myself to sleep wondering who you were talking to instead of me, wondering why you did me so wrong and everything that was wrong with me. I checked my phone, Sunghoon, every fucking ten minutes hoping to see your name on the screen and if it wasn’t I would cry again and again. You always come and go as you please, whatever is convenient for you. I bet you’ve never once thought of my feelings, yet all I could think about was if you were coping well on the other side of the world.”

Sunghoon stands and he marvels, your words striking him like a final knockout blow. And its realisation all over again that he loved you, he loves you, and you still loved him.

He’s always thought you’d hate him for what he’s done, the suffering he’s brought into your life. Being serious never yielded him much results so he kept pretending, passing it over.

“And you think I didn’t,” he wails, and it’s the first time you’ve seen perfection with flaws, “you think I didn’t look at your texts and cry? You think I’ve never had any sleepless nights thinking if texting you back would be the right choice? I thought it would’ve been the best for you, I wouldn’t have been able to treat you the way you would’ve wanted to be treated and I didn’t know how long my father would’ve made me stay there if I didn’t beg to come back.”

“But now that you’re here in front of me, I’ve realised how stupid I must have been to make such a decision. I missed you and I still miss you even when you’re here — and it occurs to me that I’ll probably never move on from you because you’re the first person I’ve ever truly loved unconditionally, the only one that’s ever mattered.”

A strangled sob of tears leaves your throat as you bury your face in his chest, trembling wildly as tears travel down your cheeks. “I hate you,” you croak out, fists clenched, “I hate that I miss you.”

“I missed you everywhere.” He says, fingers running through your hair to your back. And for the first time, Sunghoon lets the pain and ache bleed into his voice.

“Here,” he says and his lips brush against the place your heart beats, “and I’ve missed you here.”

Once Sunghoon kisses you, your heart slows and everything seems so dreamy. How much you needed him terrified you, and you couldn’t imagine that this was what love was like for everyone. Maybe it was just you, just you and Sunghoon. Maybe together you were just a volatile entity that would either implode or melt together, thrilling and exotic, sweet and heavenly.

It’s silent for a minute and you miss his voice again.

After a period of sadness, happiness doesn’t just jump in your life. It grows slowly into the cracks and fissures of you, like small plants that sprout in cracked concrete.

“Can I kiss you, princess?” Sunghoon mutters into your mouth as his arms wrap around your waist. Your arms around his neck as he hoists you up in the waters of his swimming pool.

It’s weird, how it feels like he’s never left. And ever since you’d cried your hearts out in each other's arms, you’ve both been making an effort to communicate with each other.

“You just kissed me, Hoon,” you laugh, water droplets harmonising with the sound of your laughter. And Sunghoon just stares like he did last night and the night before. He isn’t obsessed, yet when your fingers run through his hair he can’t help but think he is.

“I know, but I want to,” he grins, “I want to kiss you again.”

“You don’t have to ask,” you say in slow tenderness. His star mapped skin, cacophony of laughter, and his smile that makes you feel a little less alone — it makes you feel like the sun’s out in the middle of the midnight sky.

“Consent is what hot guys do,” he smirks, and you almost fall back in laughter.

“Really?” You reply, “I don’t see any hot guys around here?”

Sunghoon groans, “I’m right here? You’re saying that as if you don’t want a piece of me.”

You don’t think twice before leaning into Sunghoon, thoughtlessly holding him as you fall in love all over again with all your heart.

“You know who I want a piece of,” you sigh, head buried in the crook of his neck. “This new hot guy in school, everyone’s been raving about him for the past month. Bet he kisses well.”

“Oh,” Sunghoon gasps, “what is his name?” You roll your eyes at his facade of obliviousness.

“I think it’s Park Sunghoon,” your lips raise as you turn to look at him.

“That’s me baby,” he chuckles, “too bad I already have a girlfriend.”

“Oh, that’s too bad,” you frown.

“Yeah, too bad I’m all hers,” he mirrors your frown, “now can my girlfriend allow me to kiss her?”

You giggle, nodding your head before Sunghoon presses his lips on yours. And it’s everything and nothing at once — heartbeats merging as one, heaven’s on your lips and Sunghoon feels the need to repeatedly repent his sins. He wants to touch you until his palms burn.

And unlike the rollercoaster of emotions his heart once felt, it feels calm, it feels as though he’s finally returned home.

© SJYUNS

YOU'RE ALL I WANT. — PARK SUNGHOON

PAIRING | sunghoon x reader

GENRE | exes au, uni au

SYNOPSIS | Sunghoon knows how life with you is, and he never wanted to change that. But in the end, he knows it's time to let go, even if you're all he wants.

WARNINGS | angst, swearing, mention of break up, lil bit of fluff too if u squint, proofread but pls do tell me if any mistakes.

WORD COUNT | 1.5k+

A/N | another one for y'all!! hope it's good, I had some block when writing this cause I didn't know how to execute the angst cus i wanted to write some really soul-crushing angst. but anyways, hope you enjoy!! Reblogs are highly appreciated!!

It was another typical day of school. Sunghoon walks into the campus with a bag on his back, hanging off of one shoulder. He makes his way to his locker and gets his stuff ready for his first class. He suddenly feels two hands hovering over his eyes, keeping them closed. 'Guess who?' The voice sings. He just laughs and turns around, embracing his girlfriend into a tight hug. 

He notices her shivers under his touch, 'are you cold?' He asks. She just shakes her head, dismissing the boy. But if you need to know something about Sunghoon, it is that he never backs down until something goes his way. He takes off the varsity jacket he was wearing and gives it to her. She wears it with a happy smile and goes on her tippy toes to kiss him. 

They both smile at each other with lovesick grins on their faces.

And all of this commotion does not go unnoticed by you. 

You, who was once Sunghoon's everything. 

It was chilly, the air feeling fresh yet ice cold. The streets have been layered with snow. You were sitting at your place in the library, waiting for your beloved boyfriend. You take interest upon some random fantasy novel you found to pass the time. Even though you layered in your clothing, it was still cold. 

It was like your body can't adapt to the cold. It's comforting yet it makes you shiver to the bones. You hoped that Sunghoon would arrive soon, so you can go home together and make some hot chocolate and chill by the fireplace. 

You were reaching the seventh chapter of the novel in front of you when a pair of ice cold hands covered your eyes. You couldn't help but laugh heartily when they ask You to guess who the person is. "My beloved Sunghoon, you know this game cannot work with you."

"What do you mean love?" He takes off his hands from your face, making his way to the seat opposite of you. He sits down and looks at you intently. You take his hands in yours and rub your fingers slowly over his knuckles. 

“I mean, You have such ice cold hands, the game wouldn’t work on you. I would be able to tell instantly.” you kiss his fingertips, the nail of his fingers grazing your lips slightly as you do so.

He just chuckles lightly before taking your hand and walking out of the library to drop you off home. 

You both walk the sidewalk, hand-in-hand, situated inside Sunghoon’s puffer jackets’ pocket. Snow slowly falling, showing a peaceful scenery as you walk. He noticed your shivers even though you wore a layer on top of your sweater. He stops and you follow, bodies turned to each other. He lets go of your hands to remove the puffer jacket he was wearing. You try to stop him but to no avail, he holds it out for you, helping you get engulfed into the material that is masked with his scent. He smiles as he tucks a hair behind your ear before cupping your cheeks in his icy yet warm hold. You look in his eyes, then glide your view down to his lips. He catches it and leans in, his warm breath hitting the lower part of your face. Your eyelids start to close slowly as his lips come in contact with yours. Fireworks burst in your stomach released by the butterflies. He slides one hand down to the side your waist before tilting his head to make the kiss deeper. 

He pulls away but not before giving you a small pack on your forehead, “come one, lets go home and have some hot chocolate.”

You chuckle, “how’d you know I wanted some?” he just smirks before taking your small hand (compared to his) in his and stroll together in a comfortable silence unlike your fast beating hearts, rest of the way. 

You go over to the vending machine that is situated near the library of the campus. You’ve been cramming for a test that is about to take place after two days and finally studying for about four hours, you decided to get the hell out of there and clear your mind. 

You put the cash then punch in the code to get a strawberry ade, but for some reason the world does not want you to get satisfied too easily. You put in another note, hoping it will work this time and you definitely don’t skip on hitting the machine one or two times. 

“Just give me what I want you dumb bitch.” you sneer as you hit the glass, trying to ignore the hissing pain.

Just then you hear a deep and low chuckle behind as you see a hand coming from behind you put some money into the machine for a strawberry ade. You know that chuckle, you were the cause of that chuckle one too many times. Your body tensed, you were scared to turn around and face him. The adrenaline rush made your feet stick to the floor. The lad in question goes around you to take the strawberry ade that was sitting in the slot, ready to be picked up. And that’s when you get a look of his face, the face you missed oh so much.

“Here."

your gaze shifts to his hands. Those hands that you held all day and night. When it was chilly, his hands were always eloped in yours despite his being very cold, he would always give you warmth. Those hands that held your face whenever you would get close and intimate with each other.

Your hands shake as you take the ade from him. Muttering a small 'thanks'. Before you could escape, he takes a hold of your elbow, keeping you in place, feet planted.

"Uh y/n..." he pauses letting go of your elbow before looking down, "can we talk?"

Your eyes finally had the courage to look into his. They were so dark and his lids looking dull. He looked paler if that's even possible. You couldn't help but whimper slightly, has he not been talking care of himself?

"What is there to talk about?"

He takes a step closer to you, "please y/n hear me out."

"I'm here aren't I?"

"Yes, but you don't seem like yourself." That makes you scoff.

"since when did you start caring about me?" Your vision starts to get blurry. You didn't want to be sucked into that hole again. It took alot of sweat and tears to bring yourself back up. Sunghoon was your everything. Your first kiss, your first boyfriend, your first time, only boy to meet the parents the first time, everything.

"What do you mean y/n?" He takes a hold of your jaw and you let him, "I always cared about you."

You couldn't help but chuckle, "then why'd you leave?" His face gave a look of guilt, regret-ness for leaving when you needed him the most. He start, "y/n please I-"

"No." You drop his hand from your face, "you left me when I was at my lowest. You knew that I needed you and you promised me yet you just decide to walk out. How could you ever think that I will come back to you? After what- "

"I'm sorry y/n. I really am." You couldn’t help but look away, "If I could fix my mistake I would do it in a heartbeat. You avoided me for eleven months, please come back to me. Let me fix myself. Please. I love you. My life is fucked without you."

You sniffle as you take a hold of his hand, "I don't know if I can ever forgive you, but please don't beat yourself up hoon. And if you really do love me, then please, leave me be."

You give him back the drink that was in your hold and you turn and walk away. You wipe the tears running down your cheeks. They wouldn't stop running when you heard his silent cries. You wanted to hold him, tell him you love him back, kiss him and so much more. But, you know it's time to let go.

A/N | tysm for reading!! I hope you had fun. It actually didn't go as planned but I like how it ends that way and you jus have to imagine what's after lol. I feel like I shd make a part two to redeem maself lol pls lmk if you want one. Requests are open and so is the taglist!! Reblogs are highly appreciated!! Thank youu <33

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𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 — PARK SUNGHOON

pairing | bf!sunghoon x reader (fem implied)

genre | est. relationship, shopping au

synopsis | wanting to revamp your closet, your boyfriend takes you out for a shopping date.

word count | 0.5k

warnings | idk uh cursing? suggestive(?) so read at ur own discretion (i swear it wasnt my intention to do so), proofread but lmk if any mistakes.

a/n | hihi!! I'm here with another hoon fic! this is rather on the shorter side sorry abt that. it shouldn't be surprising considering the amount of bias wrecking he did lately, like im scared when it's promotions szn or even the mv release ahhh but anyways hope you guys like this work! requests are open and so is the taglist!! reblogs and feedback is highly appreciated!! enjoy reading!!

"Hey is this good?"

Your boyfriend looks up at you from his phone, scanning the dress you choose to try on. he breaks into a little smile when you sees a cute lavender sundress hugging your body in all the right places, flowing into a cute A-line skirt by your thighs.

"Woah..." He dazed off before bringing himself together with a smirk evident. "it looks so pretty on you baby." your face burned and you went back inside to change and show him another one of your picks. this one is definitely a yes.

Sunghoon finally got a break from his schedule, and you needed to revamp your closet. killing two birds with one stone, Sunghoon decided to take you shopping, donating all the clothing that doesn't fit you anymore.

You come back after changing into a bodycon dress this time, you wouldn't necessarily wear dresses, but the weather has been hot recently and you wanted to try being confident in dresses more. plus, Sunghoon loves to see you in dresses. The dress was hugging your curves in all the right places, looking very flattering on you, you blush on the thought his reaction.

You walk out and face him, shyly biting your lip, softly calling out his name, "Hoon?"

When he looks up, his eyes widened as they rake your body. your ears redden before him. he walks up to you, taking your hand in his and twirls you, doing a three-sixty. he bites his lips before looking into your eyes, "beautiful my love, take this." you giggle before nodding. he pouts his lips slightly as if to ask for a kiss, and so you lean in, kissing his lips. he holds your face in his hands, "why don't you try on the dress that I chose my love?" You nod as you turn and walk away, excitement bubbling inside your chest.

You feel sexy when you put the dress on, it was a tight and rather scandalous dress. there is a mini slit on the left side of the fabric that really add to the beauty of the dress. it was backless and it was pink in color too, you knew that you were going to try this on as soon as your boyfriend layed his eyes on it, smirking as he picks the right size and requests you to try it on. you save this piece for the last and hope that there won't be people watching when you see his reaction 'cause honestly, Sunghoon won't be able to control himself.

and that's exactly what played out and you find yourself pinned against the mirror wall, inside the dressing room, his hands roaming all over your body and yours tangled in his hair. as soon as he saw you, he immediately took a hold of your hips, pushing you backwards into your dressing room as he latches his lips onto yours into a hungry kiss. You were glad that no one else was outside to see the commotion happening.

"You look so fucking beautiful, my love. " You can hear the sincerity in his voice.

"Thank you, Hoon."

He takes your hand in his before looking into your eyes, "let's go home? I have planned something." You giggle at his words, fingers running through his hair to smooth it out.

"Yeah, let's go home."

a/n | thank you all sm for reading! I wasn't even intending to make this suggestive but it just happend 😭😭but anyways, feedback and likes are highly appreciated! and I'll see you in the next one!

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BEAUTIFUL — PARK SUNGHOON

pairing. non-idol!sunghoon x gn!reader

genre. est. relationship, college au, summer au

synopsis. with finals being over, all you wanted was your comfy boyfriend.

warning(s). profanity, reader and hoon are uni students , lowercase intended, use of petnames,

word count. 0.5k

a/n. I was watching some enha 'so so fun' clips on yt shorts and jus randomly thought of this idea saurr here it is!! it's been a while since I've posted, hasn't it? I've been saur busy with school like we have exams like almost every week but im still trying to keep up with my writing. I really hope this came out good, pls lmk!! taglist us open and so are requests! enjoy readingg

finally.

school's over, and summer has started. finally.

you were walking home from the subway to your apartment, your comfy bed and pretty boyfriend waiting for you at your humble abode. sunhhoon wanted to stay over at your place after finals were done because now you have the time of your lives.

you head bobs to the music resonating in your over-the-head headphones, jazzy tunes playing. hands wrapped around your backpack strap. you and so many plans for the summer. first thing was to visit your family back in your hometown with sunghoon, and luckily enough, his parents only live a few streets away so you both planned to meet his parents as well, maybe even have a mini get together.

as you get into the elavator, excitement buzzed in your veins. the thought of finally having to spend some time with your boyfriend is something you wanted for a while now. studying in different universities was hard. he was majoring in science while you in buisness. due to having finals around the same time. you couldn't meet each other for more than two weeks. yeah of course, messaging and facetiming was a thing but being in your third year really put your head in the books for the last two months of the final semester. and now, you say that it payed off in the end, because here you are with a smile on your face, content with how the exam went.

you walk into your place with open arms, wanting to hug hoon as soon as you saw him, but to your knowledge he wasn't there. not in the living room, or the kitchen, or the bedroom. with a slight pout you turn to the bathroom to see if he was there and bingo, he was. looks like he just finished showering.

after he comes out, for some reason, he doesn't see you when he walks past you, into your shared bedroom, humming a random tune. you let out a small pout and follow in his footsteps.

"Hoon, I'm home. did you not see me?"

he gets lightly startled upon seeing you, "i thought you were coming late 'cause of your exam..."

"well, they let us out early," you reason as you watch him retrieve the hair dryer from the dresser, taking a seat on the floor in front of your full length mirror.

"how did the exam go, love?" he pulls you towards him, causing you to loose your footing, making you fall on top of him, your turned into a giggling mess and sunghoon couldnt help but also laugh, dimples making a display.

"it went really well. I'm happy."

"that's good to hear."

you hum as you take the electronic device in your hands, plugging it in and and getting comfortable on his lap. you dry his for him, brushing your fingers through his locks gently. he sighs in contentment before wrapping his arms around your waist more tightly pressing his chin to your chest before looking at you in the eyes.

"you're beautiful."

he always knew how to make your face go red. he loved see you in that shade.

"shut up hoon."

"thank you beautiful." he says after you finish blow drying his hair.

and you both spent the rest of the night, having some take out, maybe even a little it of making out, ending the chill night with some much needed cuddles.

a/n - tysm for reading guys! i honestly dk what the point of this drabble is, I smth in my mind but it did not work out. I've been sick to the point where i couldn't walk properly, heh- anyways tyvm for reading and again, requests are open!

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You helped Sunghoon with doing the dishes after you guys had dinner with his family. You dried the plates after Sunghoon washed them and gave it to you. It wasn’t your first time having a dinner with his family considering the fact that you and Sunghoon have been together for 10 months now.

After he gave you the last plate for you to dry, he took his cleaning gloves off. He put his hands on the counter and waited for you to finish drying it. Once you were done, you put the plate down. That’s when you felt Sunghoon’s hands sneaking around your waist. He put his chin on your right shoulder and kissed the side of your head while giving you a tight back hug. You leaned your head back onto his shoulder and closed your eyes.

“Thank you for coming today” he mumbled to your ear. You tilted your head a little to give him a kiss on the cheek.

“I enjoy spending time with you and your family Hoon” you said. He made you turn around to face him so that he could cup your cheeks and look at you in the eyes. He rubbed his thumbs on your cheeks and by the way he was smiling like a kid, you felt those butterflies in your stomach that never left your body for the past 10 months.

He leaned over to connect his lips with yours while putting one of his hands on your waist. Both of you smiled into the kiss while you put your hands in the back of his neck. That one kiss followed by four more until you heard someone clearing their throat. You immediately pushed Sunghoon back and turned around to see who caught you two.

You saw Sunghoon’s little sister grinning at the both of you while Sunghoon and you started blushing like crazy.

•DISCONNECTED•

1/7 of my 5sos song+enhypen member series

sunghoon x reader

listen to disconnected by 5 seconds of summer while reading

You played with the hair on the nape of his neck as Sunghoon tilted his head to kiss you deeper. His hands were placed under your shirt while you were sitting on his lap on the small couch you had in your dorm room.

You felt four more pecks on your lips before he attached his lips to your neck. He giggled on to your neck when he realized you were ticklish. You started giggling too when he pulled away from your neck to look at your face. He brushed your hair back and cupped your cheek with one hand while the other held you close from your waist. You stared at each other for 10 seconds before you jumped at the sound of Sunghoon’s phone going off.

He wasn't in his best state this morning. The pressure of his worries about his future and the possibility of disappointing his parents made him overthink over the night before. He was feeling overwhelmed by the sunrise so he decided to get to his sweet escape as fast as possible. He was on your couch, getting drunk on the sweet taste of your lips and holding you closer than ever before he realized. His worries were long forgotten until he picked his phone up from beside him and saw who was calling.

You tried to read his face and saw his eyebrows furrow. You guessed his mother was calling him. He told you that he ditched his figure skating practice just to come to you as soon as he woke up this morning. You knew that his mother was worried and his coach probably called her. He stared at his phone for 5 more seconds before he declined the call. He put his phone down and his eyes were back on you.

“Are you not going to answer that?” you asked when he was leaning into you once again. He stopped right before your lips touched. You saw his eyes close and he took a deep breath.

“All I want to worry about right now is how I can make you laugh more so that I can replay it in my head when I go back home” he said and pressed his lips back on to your neck. You felt Sunghoon’s shoulders relax as he heard you giggle more at the feeling of his lips on your neck where you were ticklish. He pulled you into a tight hug while he nuzzled his face in the crook of your neck. You felt his smile on your neck while you massaged his scalp with your fingers.

You didn't forget to text his mother later to let her know that her precious son was okay. You did not mention the make-out session you just had though.

meant to be III.

read part 1, 2 here

bulletpointed series

sunghoon x reader

genre: fluff, non-idol au!, high school au!, f2l

idk what this is but i felt inspired

the first monday after the kiss

you were trying so hard to avoid sunghoon

you even did not go to lunch to avoid the possibility of sitting next to him on the table

to say that you were desperate WAS AN UNDERSTATEMENT

whenever he tried to approach you, you were gone the next second

the reason for your dumb actions was the fear of him not liking you back

you would rather avoid him and act like nothing happened after running away from him for a long time than listening to him saying that the kiss made him uncomfortable and that you two were just friends

you left the classroom after the last period and headed to your locker to get your backpack and leave

you were glad that you were able to get through the day without facing sunghoon

but you spoke too soon

cuz the moment you opened your locker, sunghoon was right behind you

“hey y/n” he mumbled behind you

sunghoon was not stupid

he knew what you were doing for the whole day

“hey sunghoon” you said, not turning around from your locker while you took your backpack out of it

“are you avoiding me?” he asked before a long sigh left his mouth

“haha! no! i don’t know what you are talking about” you said closing your locker and turning around to face him but your eyes were on everywhere but sunghoon’s face

“is this because what happened after i walked you home?” he asked, still trying to catch your eyes

“idk what you mean by that.... i have a really bad memory, i thought you know me better than that” you said a bit too loudly

yes sunghoon knew you well

and he could see your desperate effort to hide your feelings atm

and no, you didn’t have a bad memory

honestly, you’ve been thinking about his soft lips all day long

you started walking away from sunghoon to exit the school building

but you knew sunghoon as much as he knew you

so you knew he wasn’t going to drop it like that

he followed you when you exit the building

“can you stop for a second?” he asked, you could feel that he was getting impatient with you

you stopped and turned to his face, finally looking into his eyes

“would you let me remind you what happened?” he asked taking a step forward to be closer to you

your heartbeat got 10 times faster in a second

his eyes looked into yours and then dropped to your lips

you couldn’t answer right away because of how your head was spinning right there

“i-if you want to” you whispered before sunghoon pressed his lips on yours

he grabbed your wrists and placed your hands in the back of his neck

you started playing with the hair on the nape of his neck

you both smiled into the kiss before pulling away to breathe

“you didn’t have to avoid me the whole day” he whispered on to your lips before giving them a little peck

Watching Me, Wanting You

Pairing: Sunghoon x fem!reader

Sypnosis: Sunghoon is known for being quiet and shy. But behind closed doors? After he sent you a video of himself jerking off, you would be surprised what's about to happen when you're back home.

Genre: smut | MINORS DNI

Warnings: jerking off, (masturbation), fingering, face sitting, spitting, cum eating?, sex (always use protection), pet names, cheesy moment, if i missed something lmk

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This is a little sequel of Watching Me, Watching You (please read this one first)

It's not completely proofread

Here it is! It goes probably up when I'm working at my night shift. i have been writing this partly at work or before going to sleep. So please be kind!

You were sitting in your office, watching the video that was playing on your phone, feeling hot and cold at the same time. Your knuckles are already white from gripping onto your chair too hard. That fucking asshole you thought to yourself.

Of course you had to put in your headphones, there was no way you could watch THIS just like that.

Sunghoon was sitting in his chair, his head thrown back, his mouth slightly open. He had his legs spread apart, his fingers around his cock jerking himself off. “Do you see that baby? I'm so hard just for you,look at that..Oh god, I need to cum so bad.” He moaned shamelessly into the camera. You could feel your own arousal slowly wetting your underwear. But in the video Sunghoon didn't cum, no. He got up and smiled into the camera and before turning it off he said “I'm waiting for you, I want you to watch me. Over there on that chair.” and then he turned it off.

If just one single person out there knew how dirty and freaky he was behind closed doors, no one would ever believe you. He was known to be shy around people. But you couldn't complain, in fact, you love it.

Sunghoon was waiting patiently for you. He cleaned the apartment, got some things done here and there and since it was his day off he had enough time for that and obviously to tease you.

About an hour later you finally finished your work. And when you finally arrived at home, you could feel the tiredness in your bones.

You found Sunghoon sitting on the couch, watching a movie. You went over to him, standing in front of him.

“Do you think you're really that funny?” You asked with your eyebrows raised.

“I'm known for being funny.” He said, smiling at you.

“Your dad jokes aren't that funny and you know exactly what I mean.”

“Oh come on, you liked it.” he said leaning back with a cocky grin on his face.

You walked towards your shared bedroom with a sigh and rolled your eyes at him. Sunghoon followed you and when you stopped walking, he pulled you in for a deep kiss. You could feel his boner brushing against your thigh.

“You're still hard?” You asked while letting your hand travel towards his cock.

“I'm hard..again. Baby, I want you to sit on my gaming chair, clothes off.”

He said while kissing along your neck and back to your mouth.

“And then?” You mumbled between kisses

“And then I want you to watch me, how bad I want you.”

“But we can just have sex instead.” You said while reaching for his sweatpants, slowly pulling them down. And then you reached for the hem of his shirt and took it off as well. You kissed his chest and reached down to his cock, starting to pump him.

Sunghoon moaned at your actions. You kissed every inch of his skin and he started to thrust into your hand.

“Oh fuck.” But then he stopped you. “Sit down on that chair, now.”

You swallowed hard and did as he told you. Sunghoon sat across from you on the edge of the bed. His cock standing in full glory, precum pooling out of his slit.

“Don't touch yourself, just watch me and wait until I tell you what to do.” You nodded your head eagerly.

Then he leaned back a little, spread his legs like he did in the video and started to pump himself. He smeared his precum all over his length until you could hear slick noises. He told you to spread your legs, so he could see your pussy. Your own juices started to drip down on his chair and you had a hard time not to gather some of it and touch yourself.

“Y/N baby, you always make me so fucking hard.. The way your pussy feels around my dick, fuck.” He moaned.

The sight in front of you was so fucking hot. The way his muscles tensed, the way his thumb glided over his slit, the pretty noises that escaped his lips. You could feel yourself getting more and more wet, you needed him, you needed to feel his cock.

“I'm getting close, come over here and get on your knees.” He groaned.

You were never this fast on your knees like right now. He started to move his hand a little faster and with his other he pulled you gently closer by your jaw.

“Open your mouth and stick out your tongue” And then he moaned your name out loud while he was cumming. His cum landed on your tongue and your arousal dripped down to the floor.

When he came down from his high, he looked at you “Don't swallow and get on my lap.”

You then climbed on top of his lap and he started to kiss you. He did something he has never done before, he gathered his own cum from your tongue and then he spit it back into your mouth.

“I want you to sit on my face,” Sunghoon said and laid down.

“But I want you to fuck me.” You said pouting at him. Then you took his hand and guided it to your pussy. Sunghoon spread your folds a little and let his finger slip inside you with ease.

He moaned at the feeling of your wet pussy “You're dripping wet and it's all for me.” He then started to rub circles on your clit with his thumb.

“More, I want more.. It feels so good.” You mumbled.

“Sit on my face.I need to taste you.” And then he pulled his fingers out and both of his hands found your ass. He kneaded your asscheeks and pushed you gently upwards. You finally got up and hovered above his face.

You then lowered yourself on his face and he didn't hesitate to delve his tongue into your hole. Both of his hands are still on your ass, while he is eating you out like a starved man. He could practically feel your juices all over his face.

Sunghoon's cock twitched when you moaned his name and the way you started to ride his face. Your hands were on your tits pinching your nipples, you were too lost in pleasure and bliss. Sunghoon's nose stimulated your clit perfectly, everything he did just felt too good.

“Hoon, baby. Yes, don't stop..God, right there.” You honestly were a moaning mess. Sunghoon bucked his hips upwards into the air. Precum pooling out of his cock and he couldn't help but touch himself. You could feel the vibrations of his moans, your skin prickled everywhere.

“I’m close.”

Sunghoon then started to suck on your clit “cum on my tongue, ride my face” He mumbled against your pussy.

You were cumming with a high pitched moan and Sunghoon swallowed all of your cum, you could hear him slurping even though you were seeing stars.

Sunghoon carefully helped you to get off of him, making you lay beside him. When you turned your head to look at him, his chin was glistening with your juices. You got closer to him, running your fingers through his soft hair. You kissed his nose and then his lips.

He smiled lovingly at you “I love you so much, so so much.”

“I love you too, so much. You answered, smiling back at him.

His warm eyes looked into yours and then he climbed on top of you. You automatically spread your legs for him. Sunghoon kissed you with so much love and so passionately it almost took your breath away. His hands were roaming over your body, loving the feeling of your skin against his own.

Then he slowly entered you and started thrusting in a slow but deep rhythm. Your legs were wrapped around his waist, your hands traveled up and down his back. You could feel his hot breath on your neck.

One thing you loved about your sex life with Sunghoon was that it always was passionate and intense, the perfect mix between vanilla and freaky. Just like right now, even though he didn't go wild or rough, he was still hitting your g-spot perfectly, making you arch your back. The noises he made, his low grunts, his quiet moans.

When he started to kiss your neck, you just enjoyed the feeling of him. The room felt hot, it felt intimate and both of you loved this kind of feeling. Hearing nothing but your own noises, it made your skin feel like it was on fire. He picked up pace and bit down your collarbone. Sunghoon could never get enough of you.

“I'm getting close, cum together with me.” He whispered against your skin.

You kissed his neck and then his cheek. Then one of Sunghoon's hand wandered between your bodies, towards your pussy, rubbing your clit.

“I can't hold it back anymore, shit.” Sunghoon groaned.

“It's okay, baby. Cum in me, I wanna feel you.”

And that's it “Oh fuck, i'm cumming. It feels so good. I love you, i love you so fucking much.”

you could feel his cum painting your walls and that's all it took for you. You arched your back and moaned his name like a mantra.

Digging your nails into his skin on his back made him cum even more. Sunghoon's eyes rolled back from the intense feeling of his orgasm. He tried his best riding out both of your highs since he started to feel overstimulated.

After a while Sunghoon pulled out and laid beside you “that was the best sex ever” He said and chuckled.

“I…have to agree to that. it was mind blowing.”

You both were laughing and then he rolled over to kiss you. It was a tender kiss but a kiss full of love.

“We should go and take a shower and change the bed sheets.” You mumbled between kisses.

“Let's just stay like this a little bit more.” But then you could hear his stomach growling.

“Okay, come on. Let’s go and take a shower, change everything and get something to eat.” and with that you got up from the bed and went to the bedroom. Sunghoon slowly followed you.

The two of you ordered something to eat after you were done with taking a shower and in the meantime you changed the bed sheets.

The food finally arrived and you just watched Sunghoon for a while. His beautiful lashes, his perfect nose, his plump lips.

“Why are you not eating? I can feel your eyes on me, you know.” He said while chewing.

“I don't know.. I just feel happy.” you said, taking a bite from your food.

Sunghoon looked at you, his eyes full of love.

“I feel happy too, really happy.”

You could feel the butterflies in your stomach, he just made you feel like that. Happy and loved.

Sometime later you were watching a movie together. Sunghoon had his arm around your shoulder and you rested your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. When Sunghoon suddenly moved.

“Stop moving, I want to watch this movie.” You complained.

“But I need to tell you something.”

“What is it.” you asked curiously

“Can you please look at me?” He asked.

You did as he told you and then he reached for your hands.

“You know I'm not good with words..sometimes at least. But I just wanna tell you, that I truly love you so much and I'm thankful to have you by my side.” Then he shyly looked down.

There he was, your shy boyfriend.

“I love you too, more than anything else. And I'm thankful to have someone like you in my life.”

He smiled at you lovingly. You then cupped his cheeks and kissed him softly.

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✧.*Quickie?*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

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➠ Sunghoon is inhumanely horny, smut smut smut and even more smut.

not proofread, sorry guysss.

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Being at a hangout with friends having Your boyfriend with you was the worst possible decision you could ever make. Your friends had decided to have a small get together just to have something to do on a Saturday night, and hoon being as stubborn as he is, wouldn't' let you leave him at home alone. Down the line of your relationship, Sunghoon had created relations with your friends as well. His friends are yours and yours are his. Though your friends know Sunghoon fairly well, you usually choose not to bring him to things like this because of the shit he's pulling right now.

As you're having a light conversation with your friends about things that're happening in you guys separate colleges, Sunghoon has his hand sliding into your shorts. He managed to get the unbuttoned without making too much movement with his arms for your friends to notice, but your surprised reaction caused confused looks to be shared. Pinching Sunghoons leg to stop him from going further didn't work, but slapping his crotch got him to behave for all of 10 minutes before he was sliding his hand back into your shorts and slipping a finger into you. attempting to cover your moan with a cough, you excuse yourself and make your way back into your friends house, but not without telling Sunghoon to stay in his fucking seat.

After collecting yourself in the bathroom for no longer than 3 minutes, you decide to text your boyfriend.

What the fuck are you trying to pull right now?

I can't touch my girlfriend?

You physically roll your eyes at his stupid clueless act knowing he's not gonna let up anytime soon.

No, Hoon. We're quite literally in front of our friends and you're not gonna embarrass me today. Act accordingly.

I'm sorry baby I just need to feel you right now. Please?

No, Sunghoon.

I know you want me right now too. You were so wet baby, I know you and your body.

You just don't know when to stop do you?

Just say the word. I promise i'll make you feel so good.

Before responding you bite your lip in a nervous tick contemplating whether it was a good idea to do this knowing how obvious it'd be. But fuck it, he ruined your panties anyways.

How are you gonna come without making it obvious?

I'll tell them you started your menstrual or something? give me 5 minutes.

Waiting for Sunghoon to make his way to the bathroom, you sit on the toilet bouncing your leg in anticipation. He's been fucking with you since you guys got there, he better make it worth it.

The door suddenly rushes open causing you to jump before seeing your boyfriend enter the bathroom with a sly boyish smirk on his face.

"Hi baby" he says trying not to smile knowing you're already nervous and easily irritable.

"Shut up Hoon. And hurry up before someone has to piss or something."

Without another word exchanged, he pulls you up from the toilet grabbing your waist connecting your lips. Kissing you fast and hard rather than slow and passionate as he usually does, you kiss him back just as eagerly to feel him. Moving one of his hands from your waist up to your neck to slightly put pressure on it he bites your bottom lip tugging at it before taking your tongue in his mouth causing you to let out a guttural whine.

Sunghoon pulls away from your mouth, hands tugging at your white top lifting it off your body leaving you in your bra and shorts. He kisses down your neck sucking hard enough to leave a prominent mark on your neck. Without much time wasted he slips a hand behind your back un-clipping your bra in one go leaving your entire top half exposed. Before he can make another move, you push him back causing him to collide with the toilet seat, you tug at his shirt lifting it off him in one go. Sunghoon leans back against the toilet letting you take full control of the situation.

You shift down to your knees while clumsily trying to unbuckle his pants. After he notices you struggling he pushes your hands away in a frantic motion undoing his belt and sliding his last pieces of clothing off.

Sunghoon tries to grab your hand in an attempt to get you to stroke him.

"We don't have time for foreplay Hoon, someones gonna knock soon." you warn him while moving upward to align your bodies in the middle.

Slowly sliding yourself down onto him, he threatens to let out a whine but before he could you slap your hand over his mouth to muffle his pleasure.

Sinking down onto him fully you throw your head back uncontrollably in satisfaction.

Needing no time to adjust to his size, you start to move yourself in circular motions adding to the pressure on your stomach.

noticing you getting tired already, he rolls his hips into you bottoming out causing you to let out a throaty moan forgetting the predicament you guys are in.

Lifting your head back up with wide eyes at sunghoon, he smirks at you putting a finger over his lips in a "shhh" motion.

"fuck i'm-" you start to moan before being completely cut off by Sunghoon thrusting up into harshly in a rush to reach his orgasm.

"fuck Hoonie right there-fuck you moan as quiet as you can in a struggled breath.

"feel so good baby fuck I'm so close" he whines back.

"oh my go- faster Hoonie please need to cum so bad"

Rolling your hips against each other, you start to bounce on top of him in a rush to reach your climax.

"shit I can't- can I cum inside? need to cum inside you."

Lost in your pleasure you don't respond back, but moan out loudly enough for someone close enough to hear.

Just as Sunghoon is about to start sucking on your neck again, you hear loud knocks on the door.

Both you and Hoon come to a halt looking at the door in sync.

You look at your boyfriend waiting for him to answer on your behalf. He mouths to you to be quiet before responding.

"Who is it?" he says with a fucked out emotion on his face.

"Can you guys maybe I don't know, HURRY THE FUCK UP!?" you hear your friend say from the other side of the door.

Determined to bring him to his orgasm you pull him out of you and swiftly getting on your knees and take him in your mouth without warning. Sinking your mouth down onto him fully making him hit the back of your throat, he gasps out loud causing you to pinch the side of his leg as a warning to shut up.

"Yea- fuck. We'll be out in a second" he responds back clearly not caring if its obvious anymore. It feels too good.

Hearing footsteps become distant in sound, he continues moaning louder.

"keep going- fuck 'm so close" he moans as he holds your hair up in a makeshift ponytail.

Bobbing your head as fast as you could, he bites back any loud whines threatening to come out before cumming down your throat without warning.

Lifting your head off of him fully, you swallow what's left of him in your mouth before quickly trying to wipe yourself down as he's still on the toilet in attempt to gain consciousness back.

Putting your still damp underwear back on, you get dressed fully before looking back at the toilet to see your boyfriend already fully dressed waiting for you to walk out the bathroom door.

"Fix your face, oh my God you're so embarrassing." You say in a slightly playful tone before brushing your hair through with your fingers before grabbing his hand and pulling him off the toilet seat.

"That was too fucking good. Don't deserve you at all." he confesses.

"'Yea yea. Let's go we still have a party to attend."

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#THEEND.

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sunghoon.

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in which your long distance bf craves your contact...

pairing. ⌂ needy boyfriend sunghoon x f. reader ⌂ contains. mostly suggestive content but with tons of explicit implications, flirting, a bit of fluff, somewhat perv!hoon, long distance relationship au (sawie) ⌂ word count. 1160 🖱 ⑅ path to bookshelf ◍

❝ Incoming Call from Sunghoon ❄️ ❞

Your laptop screen read spontaneously.

Ahh, yes… the love of my life among many other luxuries, you smiled within yourself, just as you pressed the green ‘answer’ icon.

Though, it had been roughly thirty minutes since then, with the clock on your computer screen now displaying an oddly habitual series of digits...

2:57am

You and your boyfriend's conversation started off strong with wholesome pleasantries and heartwarming exchanges as usual…

But as the hour grew wearier, the topics on the table became more and more raunchy by the minute… not that you were complaining, that is…

And neither was he…

It had literally been over a week since Sunghoon last saw you in the flesh… since he last got to feel you in his arms or taste you on his tongue…

And so, FaceTiming had become a great method for you two to stay in touch on a more personal level whenever he was away for work.

Click.

You got up from your bed to make sure that your bedroom door was locked, but also to make sure that Sunghoon knew you were wearing his favorite pair of plaid pajama pants...

The one's he had sent as an “X-mas in July” gift...

“Your ass looks good in those,” he started from behind the screen, folding his toned pale arms over the pillow he laid on.

“Just wait til you see what's hiding underneath,” you returned seductively, adding the word “tomorrow” at the end to which Sunghoon sighed.

“Right, because I've already been waiting forever and a day to relieve my sexual tension this week… another day to the prison sentence wouldn’t hurt…”

“Awww,” you pouted facetiously at him, “I thought you liked it whenever I teased you.…”

“In-person, sure. That’s when I can handle it, but online? Pfft,” he says, running an impatient hand through his hair.

“Fine… let’s play a game to take your mind off of things—”

“I bet I can guess what color panties you’re wearing right now…”

“Sunghoon!?” You exclaimed with shock, making your boyfriend smirk shamelessly at your adorable reaction, “and do you expect some sort of reward if you guess correctly?”

“After three tries, yes,” he nodded, clearing his throat slightly before proceeding with his series of guesses.

“Hmm,” he began, “are they that one lacy black pair you have with the bows on the side?”

“No,” you answered while laughing, “and just guess a color, not a specific pair…”

“Alright alright… hmm,” he hummed in thought, looking above as if an answer would fall from the sky.

“White?”

“Guess again,” your voice sang playfully this time, “you have one chance left now…”

“Shit, okay… I have a suggestion then…”

“Uh oh, plot twist,” you said, making him chuckle slightly, “go on…”

“How about you just show me your panties and then I’ll tell you what color they are?”

“Gosh, you really know a way to a woman’s heart, don’t you Hoon?” You asked rhetorically, ‘tsking’ at his fraudulent suggestion.

“Of course I do… taking a guess here, but you’re supposed to start between her legs, right?”

You shook your head at your boyfriends words, letting an exaggerated sigh escape your lips… “Even if that were true, it’s not like it’d benefit you right now, anyways…”

“Oh? And why’s that?”

“Because you’re behind a screen,” you began matter-of-factly, “miles and miles away with only your right hand and some amateur porn to keep you company…”

“But I have you, too, princess,” he smiled, adjusting himself on the mattress so he could get closer to the camera, “unless you’re thinking about leaving me already…”

“Please, I would never,” you say in an almost offended tone, “that would be child neglect…”

“Oh, so you’re my mommy now?”

You gave him the best side-eye you could muster, making him chuckle at how you cute you looked in your oversized glasses…

“If you’re into that, sure,” you finally answered.

“Well then your baby wants to see his mommy’s tits,” he replied almost instantly, innocently nuzzling his chin into his pillow, “and without the bra this time, thanks…”

“I’m not showing your sick ass shit,” you returned while laughing, throwing up a few ‘L signs’ with your fingers as he chuckled at your rejection, showcasing his pearly fangs.

Letting himself calm down from laughing, he cleared his throat before speaking again, “My next guess is white, then…”

“But you already guessed white earlier?”

“And I’m guessing it again,” he repeated, making you quirk a suspicious brow at him.

“If you’re trying to imply that I creamed my pants, you’re wrong.”

“Oh my God, ____,” he sighs dramatically, adjusting his laying position on his bed once more, “can you just tell me that I’m right so we can fuck already?”

“Oh, so you waited all this time to tell me that sex was supposed to be the reward?!”

“Well, yea, I figured it was obvious,” he shrugged nonchalantly.

“Damn, Hoon… when you put it like that, it makes me think my body’s all you want…”

“You know that’s not all I want, baby,” he corrected, licking his lips while stretching out the tiredness in his back, “I just don’t like being in the position to beg for it, y’know?”

“Welcome to my world…” you said.

“Thanks for having me,” he smiled back, rubbing his eyes as a frustrated groan left his mouth.

“What’s the problem now, you big baby?”

He hid his face in his pillow before speaking, “I’m horny and youuuu are not helping…”

You rolled your eyes at your boyfriend’s attempt to fault you for his frustration, “I wouldn’t be much help to you anyways given the distance…”

He abruptly lifted his head from the pillow to flash you a dumbfounded look, “Babe… why’re you acting like e-sex doesn’t exist?”

“Because it’s literally 3 am and I trust that you can be patient til I can see you properly,” you clarified, adding yet another “tomorrow” at the end of your sentence.

And all Sunghoon could bring himself to do at this point was pout, hiding his face in the pillow once again which made you giggle at his sulking.

“Babyyyy…. C’monnn, you can wait for me, can’t you?” You asked in a sickeningly sweet tone, tilting your head at him in a cooing manner.

“I’m literally two seconds from slapping my dick against the screen because of your face right now,” he confessed shamelessly, making you burst into a fit of laughter.

“You’re so out of pocket for saying that,” you giggle, covering your face slightly to hide how flustered you appeared.

“You didn’t let me finish,” he said, a giggle still present in your throat as you tried regathering your emotions.

“Continue, continue…” you whisper with a warm smile on your face now, looking like a split image of the crying emoji in this moment.

“Thank you,” he scoffed with feigned offense, “but yes… I can wait til tomorrow… just for you, angel…”

tysm for reading this quick lil fic ✗⚬ﾒ𝟶 a/n ℓօⓥe always ⋆⋆⋆

don’t test me. / park sunghoon

park sunghoon x fem reader!

synopsis: your test on your best friend decided to have your friendship to the next level.

includes: 3.4k words | childhood friends to lovers | inspo was actually the song brought the heat back because they’re all delusional, like look at the lyrics — actually | lyrics mentioned x2 !! | sunghoon is a hopeless romantic | both of them are bold with their actions el oh el.. | oh taesan BND mention ^3^

extra: actually am back from the dead i’m very sorry LOL | the whole romance: untold album gave me me inspiration to write this.. | hot girl activities of being an enhypen stan <3 | ALSO am redoing my tag list since i’m back after a hot minute, lmk if u wanna be apart of it <3 | love u chiptole pls sponsor me <3

likes, comments, and reposts are appreciated! <3

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what are we doing here at the mall?” sunghoon stares ahead, seeing multiple clothing stores. he sees groups of girls going in and out of them while holding multiple shoppings bags. he sighs, already depicting himself holding bags for you as you go shopping.

“prom shopping, duh.” you proudly stated. your eyes brighten while eyeing each attractive store. 

“what’s the point of going to prom when you don’t have a date?” immediately your mood shut down as sunghoon slammed fact at your face while maintaining his blank stare. he was right, you don’t have a date, like an actual date. your last minute plan was to go with your childhood neighborhood best friend, platonically because disappointingly all of the hot guys in your school got dates. 

“you’re literally my date sunghoon.” you rolled your eyes and looked at sunghoon who seemed to have reddish cheeks. he looked away before you can turn to him, blocking his red cheeks from being seen.

you snickered, knowing that he is embarrassed since sunghoon doesn’t have a date either from his school. well, he rejected all of them. but that confused you more, he rejected all of the girls that asked him out but he didn’t mind going to your prom as your date. you don’t care now because you have a purpose to go prom-dressing.

“ooh windsor seems cute~” you skipped towards the store that caught your eye first. “woah..” your eyes sparkled at the glitterly lavender dress that has a slit on the right side of the leg and have gems around the chest area. this was your dream ever since you were little, going prom dressing and imagining yourself wearing your favorite dresses with your prince charming. 

but it had to be with sunghoon — nothing wrong with sunghoon but he was someone you didn’t expect for him to say yes.

i mean, both of you pinky promised ever since babies that you two would marry each other if both of you stayed single. you wondered if he remembers the same thing.

sunghoon stayed at the corner of the store, eyeing your excited self while scanning the various dresses in front of you as he held your bag after volunteering. he wonders what type of dresses you prefer.

he imagines you in some of the dresses he eyes wander on.

you insisted to keep your bag onto you but he persisted until you give up. his excuse was to “roam freely” — you dead looked at him in the eye replying that it’s bullshit.

you didn’t want to argue with him any further first thing you entered the mall so you let him deal with whatever.   

sunghoon doesn’t know what made him possessed to say yes to you when he received your text. he didn't even pay for prom, he was uninterested, but the thought of going with you - as his date, didn't seem too bad.

he remembered himself blushing crazy when he abruptly received your text message when he was hanging out with his friends. sunghoon took a pause in the middle of the sidewalk, staring at his screen with wide eyes. he slowly turned around and started running towards home, abandoning his startled, questioned friends. they heard silence except his shoes hitting the concrete floor.

two hours later, he replied with “sure” to remain nonclatant but little did you know his face was a blushing mess, feet in cold sweat to the fact he had to wear socks in bed, and his heart rapidly beating to the point he had high blood pressure. his mind was occupied onto you as he stared at your bedroom from across his window, wondering what you’re up to.

his parents were so confused as to why their son was acting this way. he was on cloud 9 when you asked him out but felt a bit sad when you mentioned to go together with plantonic feelings. 

you walked towards sunghoon with shrugged shoulders and a frown that made sunghoon be concered of your expression. “what happened?” sunghoon looked down at you, uttering a deep tone to indicate his concern. he was still seeing your pouty lips and your eyes being tight. “none of them are what i am looking for.”

maybe you’re acting like a spoiled child who cannot find their favorite toy but you believed that prom was the most important event in your life. you wanted to find your perfect dress.

then you opened your eyes, being face to face to sunghoon’s chest which made you feel uneasy at the unfamiliar appearance.

you then realized how close you are with sunghoon so you took a step back.

you sighed, looking up at sunghoon. “it’s fine we have multiple stores.” your motivated smile made sunghoon chuckle.

you left the store, then sunghoon behind you.

“that green looks like a swamp.” “that’s too glittery.” “too long.” “i look like a child of divorce with this dress!”

“i guess you’re picky.” sunghoon teased, ruffling your hair as he followed you exiting the last store. you still had an unsatisfied expression.

you didn’t react to his gesture since it was normal between the two of you. you didn’t mind sunghoon messing up your hair.

sunghoon felt bad and fixed your hair carefully, eyeing each strand of hair being back in the right place originally.

you looked from left to right onto where to explore, slightly giving up but not fully. you wanted to go home already and swallow yourself in your favorite blanket, blasting the AC on high volume while watching ever after high.

countless attempts of finding the right dress for you was too difficult. you’re starting to understand why people buy their dresses months before, you believe that the good batch of dresses were already brought before and you started to panic if you can even find one. 

“there’s nothing wrong with being picky..” you murmured, walking around in hopes another store caught your eye. “of course,” sunghoon responded. he continued. “you should keep your standards high, never settle for less.” you lightly scoffed, turning your head towards sunghoon with a mischevious expression. “is that why you’re still single?” 

you’ve always been curious of sunghoon’s standards are since he remains single throughout your high school years. middle school doesn’t count. his last relationship was a fail because he lost feelings for the girl.

yes, you admit he is shamelessly handsome and he knows that but have a personality of a delicate cat. which makes you laugh once in a while.

you still think of sunghoon as a child in an adult body.

sunghoon seems to be taken aback of your question. he tilted his head, thinking about it. “well…i never thought about it like that. i was gonna be more busier with each year, i’m not gonna have time for relationships.” sunghoon confessed nonchantly since it wasn’t a big deal for him. you nodded, understanding where he was coming from. 

“then..have you liked anyone before?” you questioned, also curious as you eyed the store’s figuerines on display. “that’s cute..” you whispered to yourself before looking back at sunghoon with a smile, waiting expectantly.

sunghoon’s heart jumped. he shivered when he felt the cold air passing behind him, glancing at you to see if you’ve noticed but he was so grateful that you were distracted by some damn figuerines. 

he immediately looked ahead when you looked back at him, geez why can’t i answer?

“n-no.” he choked on his words. you decided to poke his holes further when you noticed how nervous he was. you can read your best friend pretty easily. “really?” you stopped walking which made him also stop. sunghoon turned to his right and he held his breath when you leaned closer to his face, eyeing him like a hawk to justify his truth. “do you like someone now?”

“yes.” he muttered, still staring at your eyes. seconds of staring at each other made your heart suddenly fluttered which was weird and out of the norm. you held in your breath when none of you pulled away yet, continuing to gaze upon each other.

you realized the position you were in, especially when sunghoon easily towered over you. you immediately back away, sunghoon now smirking at your sudden nervousness. “wonder who’s the unfortunate girl..” you gulped on your words.

“why are you single?” sunghoon asked, hands in his pockets as he started walking. you coughed, hands rubbing your tight chest. “e-erm,” you tried to find an excuse. “just like you.. i have other priorities.” you didn’t see the little frown sunghoon made at your response. you weren’t lying but at the same time you were telling the truth. dating felt like it could affect your daily routine and studies.

okay, maybe your best friend seem a bit too handsome for your liking. it’s weird. wait

“how about this store?” sunghoon pointed at a store that was near the exit. you sneaked a glance, interested by the pretty dresses on display. you decided to go. “sure let’s go.” trying to distract yourself on what happened earlier. 

now sunghoon was reflecting on himself and what happened earlier as well as he sat down, waiting for you to try on the dresses. he was frustrated, he wanted you. it has always been you, ever since both of you pinky promised as babies.

that relationship he had in middle school - yeah he thought the girl was pretty but it was only to perform a distraction to get rid of his feeling for you.

your extroverted personality intimidated him ever since growing up. he wonders what makes you fearless and mentally strong. in moments where you fell down countless from playing tag with him, you didn’t cry. oddly - you continued to play with tag despite having a bleeding knee.

but when you would see his displeased face, you would offer him a lollipop that you keep inside your book bag just for fun.

he still has the candy wrapper somewhere inside his drawers.

but you don’t know that. he wanted to know if you were feeling the same way. is it worth ruining the friendship? is there any hope to turn it into something intimate? something more? he’s craving a lot of answers. 

as you were adjusting the dress, your hands slowed down on your straps when you also questioned the same thing. then memories of you and sunghoon started replaying on your mind; where both of you were in his bed one summer night after having a bbq dinner from your parents, talking about your futures together — where the both of you have to be involved in each others’ futures; where sunghoon gives you his hoodie without any question whenever you’re cold, where you packed an extra lunchbox for sunghoon because he was craving your pork cutlets. the past, happy memories slowly transitioned to the memories where you’re now questioning your feelings on sunghoon.

where sunghoon wrapped his arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer to him when the train was crowded with people. you felt his chin touch the top of your head. you remembered your heartbeat being in the same speed as the train was going and you were glad sunghoon couldn’t see your blush — where sunghoon offered you to sleep on his shoulder on the way home after hanging out together — where both of your hands would featherly touch each other in random times but immediately both of you let go and feel electric shocks all over the body. 

so you’re gonna put your feelings on the test.

“hoon!” you called out on his nickname. sunghoon immediately paid attention to you. “yeah y/n? what happened?” you scrunched your nose when you hear the concern on his tone. 

you huffed out a breath. “can you help me with the zipper please?” you questioned why your heart is already beating fast. you hear the footsteps coming closer to you and you swore your heart was gonna jump out of the ribcage. 

behind you, you slightly opened the curtain, to prevent not only revealing the dress to him but as well as not wanting to face sunghoon. you can feel his eyes glued onto your back.

sunghoon rolled his tongue inside his cheek, feeling unusual even though he’s childhood friends with you. he noticed your hands trying to zip up your dress.

he took a step closer to you, you shivered when you can feel his chest against your back and your breath lingering on your bare neck. you gulped at the intense silence engulfed by the both of you. 

“silly you.” he let out a slight chuckle. you can feel his slight smirk from behind you.

“just help me park.” you rolled your eyes at his teasing, hoping it’s something to ease the tension. 

“stop moving.” sunghoon hand was lightly placed on your waist which made you frozen. your eyes widened at the sudden touch. his eyes were focused on the zipper, his hands being gently so that he doesn’t hurt you. 

breathe y/n — breathe— 

shit.

you looked up from the ground to curiously see the scene with the mirror in front of you. the first thing was his figure, how his white shirt easily makes his body look good with his headphones around his neck. you can see his fluffy hair that you’re eager to touch. you see sunghoon’s tongue on the corner of his lips to indicate his concentration. your eyes slowly followed his hand, you eyed his watch — his hand on your waist. 

you suddenly wanna pass away. 

sunghoon sighed, “there.” you then immediately looked down to prevent any eye contact. goddamit y/n why are you so shy? 

“thanks.” you grabbed the curtain and shut the room in front of him, whining mentally at your shy self. you stared at yourself in front of the mirror, surprised at how red your cheeks are under the light.

sunghoon stood in front the curtain, surprised with his eyebrows furrowed but then his face relaxed into a soft smile before returning back to seat and waiting for you to reveal the dress to him.

him only. 

“so—“ he heard you through his headphones after some few minutes. you opened the curtain. “how do i do?” as sunghoon was pausing his music and taking his headphones off. you presented yourself wearing the dark red, sparkly dress, standing still and with a smile as you waited for sunghoon’s reponse. you smiled so hard, not containing your excitement that you felt while wearing the dress. it really made you feel like a princess. 

sunghoon stared at you for a couple of seconds then slowly looked down at your figure. how the dress was hugging your body, your curves were being emphasized, how it complimented your skin tone, god you were stunning. you literally looked like a goddess in front of him and he was willing to drop everything and pull you close just like earlier. sunghoon was utterly at a loss of words. his mouth wanted to spill out words but he was frozen.

what did you did do to him?

you caught him being speechless so you worried, forming a form. “i-is it not good?” you turned around to face the mirror in worry. 

but before you do it you heard him yell. “wait!” you paused. “it’s good. you look great.” your muscles relaxed after hearing sunghoon’s reassurance. you smiled, turning back around to face sunghoon. sunghoon was too shy to face you, looking away as he was gulping. 

“really great..” he coughed into his fist, clearing his throat. 

well that was good enough for you. 

“great!” you closed back the curtain to change back into your normal clothes. 

sunghoon cursed at himself mentally, hand coming to his head to massage his temples as he closed his eyes to gather his thoughts. he felt like this was torture.

as you’ve already bought the dress, both of you were hungry so you guys went to the food court.

“go find a table, i’ll get us something.” you frown at sunghoon’s suggestion. “no don’t pay for me. you’ve already gone through so much, it’s right if i pay for your meal.” you find your wallet through your bag that sunghoon is still holding for you. sunghoon shook his head, shutting down the zipper making you speechless. “no need it’s fine for me.” you insisted. “sunghoon-“ you whined.

sunghoon gave you a look that made you instantly sit down. “fine.” you rolled your eyes. sunghoon smiled as you followed his words, dropping the bags on the chair next to you. what a switch up.

you eyed sunghoon’s back disappearing slowly from your vision. you smiled when he headed to your favorite fast food place.

you were on your phone while waiting for sunghoon to come back. 

“y/n?” you looked up after hearing your name being called. both of you smiled — it was your classmate, taesan. you got out from your seat to hug him as taesan hugged you back tightly. “what are you doing here?” you asked him, going back to your seat.

“i went to the park with the guys.” indicating the basketball on the chair across from you and he turned his back, which made you see the bunch of his friends ordering from a different store. “i saw you sitting by yourself, are you also with your friends?” taesan smiled at you, also wondering why you’re here. 

“mhmm,” you nodded. “prom shopping.” taesan cursed. “shit i realized i have to do the same..” you giggled at his comment as taesan panicked a bit since it’s in a week. “good luck with that.” you saluted to him. “mhm thanks.” taesan smiled at your gesture.

“okay i gotta go and find a table for these hungry monsters. i’ll see you again.” taesan ruffled your hair, before leaving your table. “hey you’re gonna mess up my hair!” you playfully said, fixing your strands. “ugh my hair..” you commented to yourself.

a few seconds later, you’re startled when a plastic bag of food was placed in front of, rather harshly. 

you turned your head towards sunghoon when he pulled a chair next you and sat next to you with a serious expression. “who was that guy?” you’re confused at sunghoon’s question. 

“what guy?” your nervousness made you forget your memory. “why are you smiling to him like that?” 

did he watch the whole scene?

sunghoon kept staring at you, still maintaining a cold look that made you shiver. yeah, that’s the look that he is pissed at you.

you realized something. “park, are you jealous?” you eyed him which made sunghoon realize what he was doing and broke eye contact, letting out a puff of air.

but you are not letting it go until you got your answer. you leaned closer to him, tilting your head so he can look at you again but he’s resisting because he didn’t want to show that side to you. “mhmm are you jealous?” you asked annoingly, making sunghoon blush. you kept teasing him. he was covering his face with his hands but you wanted to see this scene unfold on you. “am not.” he muttered, making you laugh at how grumpy his voice was. “cmon, why are you jealous? hm?” you’re entertained.

he is envious that there are other guys who can make you smile and laugh.

you smiled as your hands were touching each of his wrists, pulling his hands away from his face. sunghoon was pretty strong which made you struggle. 

“don’t test me.” sunghoon shot a glare after you removed his hands from his face. you gulped at the sight in front of you. “okay i won’t, i’m sorry.”you’re still smiling.

he crossed his arms, pouting. this wasn’t the sunghoon that you grew up with and you wondered how much he has grown up — and that you two aren’t kids anymore. 

“don’t worry about taesan, he has a girl.” you laid back to your seat, unpacking your chiptole bowl that sunghoon bought. sunghoon stayed silent, eyeing you unpacking the bowl with excitement that made sunghoon instantly forgive you but now he’s too embarrassed to speak to you. 

“uhm..” both of your heads turned to see a guy on your right side. the guy saw sunghoon’s grumpy face which made him gulp and nervous on what he was gonna say as you looked at him with a smile as an act of kindness. “i-i thought you’re pretty and i would like to ask if i can have your number?” the guy looked at you with sweaty glands all over his forehead, not daring to look at sunghoon or he will run away. you widened your eyes at the sudden confession.

“oh uhm-“

your bones became frozen when you felt one of sunghoon’s arms sneak around your neck, his fingers lightly touching your waist while his other arm was leaning on the table, eyeing the guy with apissed expression. he became close, too close when you felt his cheek be pressed onto yours.

he eyed the guy annoyingly, jaw clenched and eyes piercing through his body as you were a blushing mess and your heart fluttering too much. “she has a boyfriend.” sunghoon muttered, causing you to gasp lightly at his words. the way he said, felt like he really meant it.

you saw the guy panicked and apologized, running away from both of your visions. 

“cmon park, you scared the dude.” you turned to him as he removed his arm from your shoulder, leaning back to his seat. you were feeling bad for the guy but sunghoon didn’t feel bad.

“you didn’t decline.” sunghoon shrugged, making you wanna slap his shoulder at his egotistical self.

now that you’ve realized, you didn’t. 

“i-i..” you’re at a loss of words. you swear you’re gonna die in front of sunghoon if you get a heart attack. “right..” you muttered something that was not supposed to be aloud. but you didn’t notice, trying to calm yourself down.

sunghoon leaned closer to you, eyes staring at you as you saw him smiling, causing his fangs to be present. “i wouldn’t mind.”  

you realized where this was going and he indirectly confessed to you. sunghoon tilted his head to the side, entertained to see your blushing state. “i wouldn’t mind either.” his face dropped when you repeated the same thing to him without looking at him, coughing your nervousness out. 

both of your faces relaxed, smiling at each other, relieved that the both of you felt the same way towards each other. 

“so we’re gonna marry each other now?” sunghoon spoke, maintaining a slight smirk. he loves seeing you flustered like crazy. 

you’re surprised. “you’ve remembered?” sunghoon nodded proudly, playing the ends of your hair which made your heart beat even more crazy as if it’s not at its limit right now. 

“of course i remember, it’s you.” 

— thorned, p.sh

wc: 1.1k || g: angst, best friends to enemies, gn!reader || w: explicit language, arguing || nets + tag list: @kflixnet @k-radio @enhypenwriters @ficscafe + @soobin-chois

Park Sunghoon is like a flower, you like to think. He's gracious and colorful, and you think he smells nice, too. He attracts people like pollen and bees, though he doesn't seem to enjoy the fact that he does.

He doesn't mind you, though.

The sun shines warm on his flushed skin as he watches you scribble and scratch a pencil against paper. "Having you draw me a portrait is flattering, but how long do I have to stay in this position? My arm's getting sore." Whines Sunghoon as he stretches his arm and rolls his shoulder.

Poking the end of your pencil to his thigh, you wipe the eraser residue off your notebook and sneer, "Oh, shush, you. I know very well Jay forces you to lift with him, so put that muscle into use for once."

"Oh, I will."

In a quick motion, Sunghoon lunges forward, fingers fisting the material of your shirt. You yell in attempts to slap his hands away from tickling your torso, wheezing a loud cackle as your sketchbook slides out of your lap.

"Park- Park Sunghoon you get away- get away from me right now!" Between laughs, you squirm and press your knee against his stomach, squinting when the sun glares it's light into your eyes because you'd fallen over.

Sunghoon makes an effort to shield himself over you, his hair ticking the top of your head when he asks if the sun isn't blinding you anymore. Your chest swells in something you don't want to admit.

Your best friend means the world to you. The bond you have means the world to you. But the gut feeling of something stronger than what you call a “friend” nulls out every rational thought in your being. It eats you up sometimes that it’s overwhelming and panicking, and you don’t think you can bear that feeling anymore.

"Look," You whisper. He hums, still in a playful nature as he raises his brows.

"I'm being serious, Sunghoon."

"I'm all ears, Y/N."

There’s a lump in your throat that swallows your words before you can spit them out, you don’t know if it’s one of fear of losing the one friendship you cherish with your life, or one of fear of finally admitting your feelings.

"Y/N? I didn’t make you shy now, did I? Or did drawing me enlighten you of your privilege as my best friend? You flat-”

“I think I love you.” Your words come out slow, almost as if the lump had tried to steal your voice before it’d come out. Sunghoon gives you a small smile and your body turns aflame in hopes that maybe, he feels the same way.

“I love you too.”

It’s absurd that Park Sunghoon has the power to make you hot or cold as if you were a light switch. Sunghoon smiles like what you’d said was a joke.

You frown. He won't take you seriously. He never does. Now you realize that from the start, he'd never listen. You don't think he'll ever. It's a spiral; he gets you high every time, but it all crashes down with another realization that he might never appreciate you as much as you do him.

“I’m not joking,” You bite, sitting up and pushing him off you. Again, the sun glares at you, but you don’t feel one bit warm.

You don’t fail to see Sunghoon’s smile falter, you never do. Sighing, a smile so sarcastic it twists your stomach plays his lips, “I knew you were too good.”

“What?”

“I can’t have something we have-” He pauses. “well, something I thought we had, without you taking advantage of the time we spent together.” You emit a scoff, one of shock. “Taking advantage of the time we spent together? Where the fuck did you get that idea?”

“Oh, don’t deny it, Y/N. You just told me you liked me, I’ll assume everything else you’ve been doing without telling me. Tell me, was it fun having me around like a little pet?”

“Sunghoon, do you hear yourself right now? Get your head out of your ass, you fucking prick.” You stand up, grabbing your sketchbook and supplies and shuffling your shoes back onto your feet. Following suit, Sunghoon doesn’t bother fetching for his shoes, the grass stinging his feet but he doesn’t care for it and rushes after you.

“Get my head out of my ass? You’re the one enjoying whatever I had to do with you. You’re not thinking about how much this is paining me-”

“You’re not thinking about it either!” Your voice cracks, something you sense Sunghoon hadn’t expected to happen. The wind carries your words through the field and back to where you’d been doodling his portrait, where Sunghoon had reeled out all the laughs you had in you, where you wished you’d be with a shut mouth.

“You think I want to love you? You think I don’t want things to be the same?” With your words, comes a weight pushing down against Sunghoon’s chest. “I don’t love you, Sunghoon. I love the person I’d spent those nights with. I love the person who’d run miles from his house to mine. I love my best friend.”

Your eyes are glassy and beautiful, realizes Sunghoon. They’re beautiful and enraged.

“You- this-” You push his shoulder away and he hadn’t realized he’d been inching closer to you. “This is not my best friend. This is not who I love.”

With your whole chest, you seethe through your teeth: “I hate you.”

He laughs, it makes you more mad. “I fucking hate me too.” You take one step, two steps away. “I pity you, Sunghoon, I really do.” The side of your mouth twitches up in a smile of disbelief. “But until you see anything more past that ego- or hate, I don’t know- of yours, I don’t think anyone could love you. I tried. I thought I did at one point.”

Sunghoon can’t seem hear properly— as if he'd been dunked underwater— when you start to walk away. He hears his heavy breathing, his heart beating in his ears. He hears cicadas buzzing and the faint rustle of grass following the image of your figure.

There’s something hot on his face. He wipes it with his fingers. It’s wet and hot. He’s crying, his breathing is quick and shallow and of panic. Sunghoon had pushed you away in fear of being hurt, but had hurt you in the process. It dawns on him the cost of it all.

Park Sunghoon is a flower, you like to think. He’s gracious and colorful, but he’s thorned. He’s thorned and masked and nearly untouched— he’d hurt the one person who’d made an effort to reach.

© riki-soba, 2022

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a/n: haha angst, how was it?

warm — park sunghoon 

synopsis. after a little, unexpected weather at your best friend’s wedding, an unexpected stranger comes along to warm you up. 

pairing. band guitarist!sunghoon x wedding planner!reader (gender-neutral)

word count. 1k

genre(s) + warnings. fluff, soft, meet-cute. a singular (1) alcohol mention & they’re just very cheesy and gross 👎👎

listen to! kind of love, tasha ⭑ cherry, rina sawayama

To say your best friend’s wedding had been a minor hitch from blowing up into a full-on disaster would be an understatement. The band had cancelled last-minute—as in, the-day-before-the-wedding last minute—and you’d barely managed to find another one to replace them, the catering service you ordered ran late due to traffic piling up near the venue, and, of course, the sunny day by the beach you’d envisioned for the reception was now an overcast, rainy day. And, as her wedding planner, all the chaos left you with more adrenaline running in your veins than needed.

Wiping away at the droplet running down your face, you let out a deep sigh at the sight of your best friend dancing happily with her newly-wedded wife.

Had the wedding almost snowballed into a huge disaster? Yes, most definitely. But, was your best friend happy? Also, yes. So, you were happy too.

Well, kind of.

Though she, her wife, and many of the guests didn’t mind the light drizzle on the beach, you’d forgotten to check the weather forecast this morning, leaving you shivering under the rain’s merciless downpour without anything to cover you. Focusing on your best friend’s bright smile, stretching widely in the direction of her lover, could only do so much. It warmed your heart and made a smile light up your face, but you could still feel the cold spreading throughout your body.

You sighed again, imagining you could see your breath in the air, and wrapped your arms around your torso.

“Need someone to warm you up?” asked a smooth, deep voice, shocking you in more ways than one.

Glancing over your shoulder to send the owner a sharp, yet playful glare, you were surprised to find the lead guitarist of the band standing there with literal hand warmers in his hands. You could feel your cheeks warm, and your stomach flip, as a soft smile lifted his lips.

Accepting the warmers from his hands, you cleared your throat and averted your eyes from his. “Sunghoon, was it?”

The laugh that tumbled out of his mouth was warm, deep, and sent shivers down your spine, but you ignored it as you pressed the warmers to your face. A different type of heat from the previous one spread across the apples of your cheeks, while you mumbled a quiet, “Thanks.”

“No problem,” his eyes shrunk into little crescents, chuckling lightly, “I could see you shivering from a mile away, so I thought I’d help you a bit—though I’m not sure this is enough.”

You snorted, waving a dismissive hand. “Please, this is more than enough. S’not your fault I, the literal wedding planner, forgot to check the weather forecast. I honestly should’ve seen this coming.”

“Don’t sweat it, darling. I forget to check the forecast all the time. Half the time I’m dressed like a snowstorm’s coming and it’s thirty degrees out.”

You froze, blinking blankly for a few seconds, but it wasn’t because of the weather around you. Again, you could feel your cheeks warm up embarrassingly. Sunghoon was already laughing, while you repeated, “Darling?”

“Yes.” He raised a knowing eyebrow. “Why? You don’t like it?”

For a second, you were going to consider his question seriously, but then you spotted the teasing grin on his face.

Who knew the lead guitarist of the last-minute band you booked was such a flirt?

It was hard but you managed to keep your embarrassment to yourself this time, trying to make him flustered instead by leaning in so dangerously close. Your voice was an octave above a whisper, light as silk, as you said, “Well, I wouldn’t exactly say I don’t, sweetheart.”

A beat passed by—not filled with an awkward silence, but a more comfortable one—before you two burst into laughter. The two of you received a few, cursory glances, including a curious one from your best friend, prompting you two to smother your laughter behind your hands.

Still whispering, you asked, “That didn’t have the same effect as you calling me darling did, did it?”

“I mean,” Sunghoon started, gaze straying away comically, “I wouldn’t exactly say that.”

“It’s okay, you can say it. I’ve kinda accepted I’m not the best flirt out there.” You slapped his chest lightly at his wide eyes, warmer still in hand, and struggled to stifle a giggle you felt creeping up on you.

He flicked a blond hair out of his face, rolling his eyes playfully. “Okay, I guess you should leave the flirting to me. Not saying you’re horrible at it, but… That was a bit painful to watch.”

“Painful?”

“What? Painful? Who said that?”

Another round of chuckles escaped your lips at Sunghoon’s horrible acting, a round that wasn’t as easy to smother and earned even more looks. Including a teasing look from your best friend, who decided to beckon you over.

Sunghoon, however, didn’t notice the beckoning and gestured towards the outdoor area of the tented venue with his head. “If you want, we can ditch this place. I think I have a bottle of Chardonnay or two, that I may or may not have stolen from Heeseung, and my car has a heater. We can talk more, all warm and tipsy, if you’d like?”

His eyes were big, shining with anticipation, while yours flickered between him and your best friend. You could already feel the guilt eating you up for having to reject his offer, and the disappointment too, until an idea hit you.

“You know what?” You planted a short peck on Sunghoon’s cheek, revelling in the slight flush across his cheeks as you looked at his face. “Sit tight for a couple more minutes, so I can see the brides off to their honeymoon. Then, I’ll have to take you up on your offer.”

It was silent for a moment, Sunghoon’s eyes fixed on yours like he was transfixed, before he looked at the ground and stammered out, “Uh, yeah. Yeah, yeah, sitting tight, no worries. Yeah.”

“Great.”

A smile stretched your lips, as you left Sunghoon in his spot, making your way over to your best friend. The sight of her wrapping an arm around her wife’s waist warmed you, just like the thought of Sunghoon’s smile warmed you as well.

You couldn’t even remember being cold.

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what’s with your kisses? — sunghoon (teaser)

find the full fic here! ♡

synopsis. Park Sunghoon has never had much time or even a slight care for dating, romance, love, or anything of that sort. so, when you kiss him at a rowdy party one night, as his first kiss ever, he’s surprised to find that he wants more. what he thought was going to be a one-time thing, he finds evolving into something he never wants to end—even if you two aren’t meant to be more than a summer fling.

pairing. park sunghoon x gender-neutral!reader ft. jake sim

genres. fluff, strangers to lovers au, summer (fling) au. warnings. lots lots lots of kissing (jkkkkk like 2 scenes out of the 4 have kiss scenes), flirting, profanity, partying, and more will be included in the completed work!

word count. 0.9k (923) // est. 5-7k

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notes. this fic will be part of @prettywon’s soul symphonies collab & it’s based on yellow cab by dpr live (that’s where the title came from tee hee). i wasn’t gonna post a teaser because i’m already almost done writing it but it’s a collab piece so here’s a little snippet to raise some excitement for it! i hope you guys enjoy!! ♡♡

I – K is for Kind Sir

At the age of nineteen, Park Sunghoon had never been kissed.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to be kissed, or that the opportunity had never come along, it was just that it’d never felt right.

He wasn’t a romantic–far from it, since he saw himself as a realist. To him, first kisses were rarely ever romantic. The luckier few got to have them with their middle school crush or at a party with someone they didn’t find half bad, while a lot more people had more embarrassing stories they’d take to their graves. He knew a first kiss wasn’t something out of a fairytale. But, he felt that he should at least have feelings for the person–or find them attractive in some sort of capacity.

So, he’d never predicted that he’d end up losing his lip virginity to a stranger at the summer party his best friend, Jake, was throwing. And that he’d like it. Sunghoon wasn’t even sure he could even admit that.

He could admit this though: you were a very, very good kisser–at least, according to his standards. Even he–the nineteen-year-old who’d never even held hands with someone, let alone kissed someone–was able to realise you’d done this a dozen times before when you’d grabbed his waist–not aggressively, but softly, gently–whispered your request of consent in his ear, and pulled him into a chaste, soft kiss as soon as he’d shyly nodded.

Then, with a tightening of the hold on his waist and a gentle smirk, you’d deepened the kiss.

That’s when he started wondering why he’d never done this before.

You didn’t move too fast, or too slow. It was almost like you knew exactly what he was thinking, what he was feeling because the second it would start feeling a bit too much for him and his head would start swimming, you would pull back and rest your forehead against his. But, when he started missing the feel of your lips on his, you’d rub your thumb against his waist—the question sparkling in your eyes–and lean in again.

He would never say it out loud, not to you or anyone else, but he was internally glad you’d taken the lead. Because with the way his hands were trembling to wrap themselves around your waist, and how he’d avoid your gaze every time you pulled back, he wasn’t so sure you two would’ve even been here if you’d left the initiating to him.

All of a sudden, you pulled back–the first time you didn’t do what he wanted–and Sunghoon chased your lips for a bit, cheeks reddening when he realised you weren’t leaning back in.

He stepped back, which was hard to do in a cramped shed but he managed and cleared his throat. Suddenly, he was very interested in inspecting the design on his flip flops. “Um… is something wrong? Did I, I don’t know, did I do something wrong?”

“No,” you smiled coyly and licked your lips (Sunghoon’s eyes may have flickered back up in time to catch the moment and linger on it), “the seven minutes are up, cutie.”

Oh, right. That–a very silly round of seven minutes in heaven–was how he’d got here. Stuck in a shed. Kissing a complete, random stranger. Y’know, the daily run-of-a-mill stuff.

Sunghoon nodded rapidly, flicking away the few, dark hairs that fell in front of his eyes. “Right, right, right. After you.”

“After you?” you laughed, a warm sound he found himself melting to (on the inside, while on the outside, he was biting his lip so hard he could taste your berry lip balm on his tongue), “This whole time you haven’t done anything, but now you want to be a gentleman?”

His face went red and he crossed his arms over his chest. “No one said gentlemen have to be good at kissing!”

“You do have a point, kind sir. I’d just think it’d be much more gentlemanly of you to look me in the eyes, instead of, ‘dunno, glaring at my lips.”

Sunghoon was sure it was impossible for someone’s face to be as red as his was, but yet, he felt his face heating up like you’d held a lighter to his face instead of just pointing out where he’d been looking at.

He made a point to look into your eyes for a good ten seconds, breath held, before looking back at his flip flops and murmuring, “I wasn’t glaring… I think. Like, I’m not mad at your lips or anything.”

You laughed again, a deeper sound he was sure came from the depths of your heart, and with a small grin on his face, Sunghoon decided he liked the sound.

“I wasn’t saying you were mad,” you stepped closer to him and Sunghoon’s breath hitched. You reached out to him, and for a second Sunghoon thought you were going to cup his face and kiss him again–he wanted you to–but then your fingers reached up and you smoothed his eyebrows and the space between them. “Just relax these big boys a bit. They can get a day off glaring, don’t you think, cutie?”

You didn’t wait for a reply. Instead, you smiled and reached behind Sunghoon for the shed door, stepping out to hear a chorus of cheers from some other partygoers and leaving the boy dumbfounded and red.

It was only when Sunghoon moved to leave the shed that he realised he’d never caught your name.

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𝓻𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 ... ( 성훈 ) : HIM ⋆ AS YOUR BODYGUARD

( 𝓢 ) . 엔하이픈 , 박 ✦ h . . . c 463 𝖶𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍'𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗇 . . .

📷 ୨୧ 𝖿𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 . . . 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒𝗀𝗎𝖺𝗋𝖽! 𝗌𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗇 𝗑 𝖿! 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋. 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗋𝖾: 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿, 𝖼𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗄 ⸝⸝ 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖻𝗎𝗋𝗇 𝗆𝖺𝗒𝖻𝖾, 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗂𝗇 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾, 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗌𝗎𝗀𝗀𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾? ...

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BODYGUARD! SUNGHOON

was the only one who's capable to drives you insane by wearing his stupid poker face for 24/7!

BODYGUARD! SUNGHOON

who's colder than ice! Whenever you try to make him laugh with stupid jokes and silly faces, he would just simply brushes it off while keeping a straight face. Worst of all, you're ignored.

BODYGUARD! SUNGHOON

is extremely possessive—more likely, he is over cautious to the point that he'll keep an eye on you wherever you go, even in your own bathroom including the public! ( totally no but he'd stated it ). If you took more than 30 seconds, he may just barge in.

BODYGUARD! SUNGHOON

who's annoyingly strict. He'll keep you away from anyone, except your parents. And this includes your friends. 

BODYGUARD! SUNGHOON

is the person who never gets tired of your childish behavior begging him for permission to let you go to a club, a bar or a friend's party. 

BODYGUARD! SUNGHOON

whom you can tell is a professional just by how he snatches and swings his gun from the back pocket of his slack before firing it at the target while practicing, and of course, when he promptly catches you by grasping your waist at the day you almost slip in your bathroom. 

BODYGUARD! SUNGHOON

who makes you fall for him, perhaps a little too much. How could you not when his hot figure sticks with you, following you around all day?! a black button-up suit that tightens around his broad chest, exposing every curve of it? His dark smooth slicked back hair with his prominent brows. you'll undoubtedly get lost in it. His powerful, defined 90-degree shoulders and, even hotter, his stunning moles. The way it perfectly stoods up his well-crafted features.

BODYGUARD! SUNGHOON

who gets hot and uncomfortable as a pink hue creeps across his face every time you wear something revealing : skimpy, short and backless clothing that will surely expose every tiny skin those thin material failed to hide. Your delicate skin will be fully displayed by the vibrant color, showcasing every curve of your body.

BODYGUARD! SUNGHOON

who puts extra care of you without you knowing it. He often treats you sweetly which he does most at the night because he doesn't have to worry about people seeing it. Or you. He usually does things like put your blanket on if he's sure you're asleep, cups your forehead silently, and secretly wished you a goodnight. "Sweet dreams, sweetheart."

BODYGUARD! SUNGHOON

who's secretly in love with you. In fact, he was the one who fell first the moment his eyes laid on you. He fell in love with you at his first sight and has tried to shake the feeling off but he just can't. He kept the secret to himself, but it seems that you might have figured it out.

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⟡ LOVELY DEFENDER! ㅗ ... re : him on your period.

( 𝓢 ) . INTRODUCE : 성훈 ⊹ 𝓇𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗍 𓈒𓈒 𝗂𝗈𝗇. 614. when! he loves you more, when he loves you extra, more than anything else . but . . . how ?

☕ pairs, bf! sunghoon x gf! reader. genre: fluff ✦ warnings: hugging? sunghoon's sweetness !

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Sunghoon notices your anxiety and fear over having your period and immediately goes into protective mode. He'd quickly take a seat next to you and hold you tight, his hand lightly stroking up and down your back. His warmth was calming, but a strong sense of concern lingered.

He looks at you with eyes filled with a mix of worry and affection, longing to make you feel comfortable and safe. His voice was soft and soothing as he asked whether you're okay or if you need anything to help you relax during the day. His protective attitude is clearly visible when he leans in closer to you and tangles his hand in yours, as if he were a shield, protecting you from anything that might be hurting you. 

Sunghoon will shower you with more tenderness and soothing affection. He gently tugs your hair back and throws you a reassuring smile as if to say, "You'll be fine." His eyes were filled with love and understanding as he spoke softly, telling you that it was a normal part of being a woman and that you'd get used to it over time.

He completely understands that you're experiencing this, which may be the source of your fear and uncertainty. So, he will remind you that you are not alone in this experience and that he will always be there for you to support you no matter what. He would encourage you by saying sweet, positive words like, "I trust that you'll handle this. Cause you are the bravest and strongest person I've ever known." 

Sunghoon is the type of person who appears to be really supportive and caring. He understands that periods are normal and natural, but everyone experiences them differently. He tries to use whatever logical understanding and knowledge he finds suitable to help you get through this new experience.

He may search for anything related to your conditions on Google and share some facts or information to help you understand what exactly is happening to your body. He asked, "How are you feeling? Do you feel any pain or cramps? How heavy is the bleeding?" in order to have a better idea of what you're going through. He'd offer you some advice or tips he found on how to manage the symptoms and make them as stress-free as possible.

Sunghoon will surprise you with your favorite chocolates or snacks, which might help to balance out your mood. He'll go to the store right away and get you the necessary items, such as pads, tampons, pain relievers, and a heating pad.

He'll offer to put on a movie after asking you which one you'd prefer, in an attempt to bring relief and distract your thoughts from the cramps. And not to forget, he'll appear with a warm blanket from the bedroom. He'll occasionally check in on you to see how you are doing. He'll give you a loving hug, saying, "You're doing great."

Sunghoon will ignore anything that stimulates or triggers you. He will avoid asking you negative questions that may create mood swings. He'll be patient and won't take anything personally when you lose your cool.

He'll try his best to keep the situation from becoming too complicated. He knew you were being unfair, but he could have never told you. When you tell him you're tired and shoo him away, he will respect your space. He believes that it is a typical part of the experience and won't take offense. He'll leave you some notes or a gif in your room as a form of his gesture and appreciation, saying, "Take care, sweetheart! Just know that I will always be here for you." 

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( 成训 ) SINS OF LOVE : 𝖽𝗂𝗏𝗈𝗋𝖼𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆

𝒮 . . . 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖻𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗆

백합 ! 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗌𝗈 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁, 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌!

박성훈 ⋆ 𝓈𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗇 𝗑 𝒻𝖾𝗆 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋. 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝖼𝖾𝗇𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗈 + 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇. 434 ୨୧ 𝗋𝖾𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀, 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 . 𝖼𝖺𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗎𝖾

"IT'S IMPOSSIBLE, ISN'T IT?"

Sunghoon's heart sank 1000 meters to the ground as the word "I want a divorce" left your mouth. He shook his head, trying to understand what you had just said.

"What's wrong, baby?" He asks as he rushes to you, holding you close and burying his face in the crook of your neck, tears welling in his eyes. He hugs you really tight, as if he's scared that you'll leave his life.

Not after all. Not after all of the bittersweet events you've faced in your life that had long passed in the time you've spent together.

"This is a joke, right?" he asks. Even though he knew that now, it was true, it's genuine. A painful reality that he must face. "Tell me this is fake," he insists, swaying you along while still hugging you.

Tears begin to trickle down his cheeks, staining everything from your neck to collar. "Tell me that all of this was just some sort of joke."

"hmm?" He half-whisper, and his voice breaks. "Tell me that all of this… isn't real."

"Right?…baby?" He looks you in the eyes── and soon, a painful and hurtful sight appears in front of you.

The way he clung to you as if you were his only one, as if you were his last chance at life. His eyes were filled with trust and hurt. "What did I do wrong?" He lowered his knees to the floor as the word "I'm sorry" left his lips repeatedly like a mantra.

"Honey?…please…?" Tears streamed down his cheeks like a heavy wave, almost drenching the floor underneath. "Where did it goes wrong?" he remained silent, his head bowed for a moment, before asking, "Does our relationship not worth saving?"

"Is this what you really want? to discard me── no…"

He swallowed hard before raising his gaze to meet yours.

"To discard us? After evrything?"

His tear-stained gaze searched your face, hoping to find a sign that you might change your mind and give him another chance, another hope. Still, it was all in veins…

He's hurt, deeply.

"How about our past? How about the memories we've shared? What about all the fantasies we had? What about the dreams we once planned? What about all the hopes we dreamt for our future? What about ─"

"Our love?"

Waves of grief wash over him once more, elicting a defeated sob to ring across the room.

"i don't understand…"

"just before…"

"We're okay, we're fine, and we're happy…right?"

"Tell me, we're still all of it…"

He fastened his gaze on yours, a broken smile gently forming on his lips.

"Hmm?"

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park sunghoon; to the moon, never back.

,pairing: park sunghoon x reader

genre: fluff, drabble

synopsis: another night under the moonlight, with your lover.

trigger warning(s): n/a

word count: 0.6k words

a/n: wrote this while i was feeling under the weather yesterday, finished it tday. rlly love how it turned out ^^

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[11:50 PM]

his chest rises and falls, the sound of his heartbeat was calming, peaceful. he soothed his fingers through your hair as he hummed along to your favorite song. his other hand in yours, you fiddled with it, admiring his pretty hand.

it was quiet, but no words were needed to be said because at that moment, the only thing that was needed was the presence of each other.

with the sound of his hums, breaths, heartbeats and his fingers calmly running through your hair, it slowly lulled you to sleep. eyes becoming heavy as every minute passed by.

looking at your figure, he saw that you were asleep and smiled to himself. unaware that you were only lightly asleep, he kissed your head. the sudden action woke you up.

moving your head to look up at him confused, he then let out a little laugh, pausing from soothing your hair and rested his hand on top of your head. "im sorry, i didn't mean to wake you up" he said smiling, almost whispering, looking down at you, placing another kiss softly on your forehead.

you smiled in response, eyes still droopy.

the only source of light into the room was from your window. the moonlight reflecting on his face, he looks so unreal. his glowing eyes, tall nose, his perfect lips. everything about him drove you crazy.

you laid on his chest, staring up at him for a while. admiring his perfect features and anatomy, you could look at him all night and day. how did you get such a pretty boy for a boyfriend?

staring right back at you, he thought your sleepy face was the cutest thing he's ever seen, smiling to himself.

"baby?" he said, distracting your thoughts "you okay?"

"yeah"

"you sure? you look like you zoned out on me" he said chuckling.

"i wasn't zoned out, you're just... really pretty" you said, looking away from his face, trying to prevent him from seeing your flustered cheeks after confessing.

he laughed, looking at you in your embarrassed state. he didn't think he could possibly find you anymore cuter.

his hand lifted from holding yours and cupped your face, lifting it to make you look up at him as he caressed it gently. right then and there, he paused. admiring your features. he then kissed your forehead again, and then your eyebrow, your eyelids, the tip of your nose, your rosy cheeks, and then your lips.

you giggled at the tickling sensation. "how did i get such an adorable girl for a girlfriend, hm?" he giggled along.

"i love you." you said underneath your breath, his face slowly rested from smiling so hard to admiring you. "so much"

"i love you more" he replied

"i love you to the moon and back" you said inching closer to his face with a cheeky facial expression when he then also leaned in and kissed you.

this time it wasn't just a peck, it was passionate, slow, it felt heavenly even.

the kiss lasted a while before he pulled away. "i love you," he said, stroking your hair gently, looking at you with his eyes that seemed to be glowing, holding millions of stars behind them, just because he was looking at you. he continued, "to the moon, never back."

you laughed, "what does that even mean?"

"to the moon and back is too short of a distance to reciprocate how much i love you. i love you so much, to no ends."

you smiled, feeling emotional but not wanting to cry because you'd only end up with swollen eyes by the time the sun rises, he realizes and chuckles underneath his breath, moving his body to face you, hugging you even closer as if you two weren't already close enough.

"lets get to sleep, hm?" he whispered while patting your back.

oh how much you love this boy. you could literally bring him the moon if he asked you to.

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