NO LOVE

ohh to finally be the muse and not the artist... just for once

Painter!Ni-ki as your boyfriend who lost motivation to paint until he met you , his muse. He keeps painting you and leaving the Canvass in his Atelier covered by a white cloth in secret so you wouldn’t see them because he wanted to keep it a secret that you’re his motivation to paint again (also because he’s slightly embarrassed). Whenever you’re not looking , he’d get his sketchbook out and sketch your face while smiling to himself.

the plastics // nakamura kazuha (smau)

pairing // mean girl! kazuha x fem! reader

synopsis // every high school has their very own mean girls. in the school of performing arts seoul, they call themselves the plastics. and on the first day of second year, you (and your friends) just so happen to cross paths with the queen bitch, nakamura kazuha.

genre // smau, enemies to lovers, fluff, angst ( gonna add a LIL bit ), mutual pining, gxg

warnings // kys/kms jokes, swearing, threats ( joking ), unhinged lessera honestly 😭 ( they are and this is emphasised, OUT OF CHARACTER!! ), toxicity, insults on appearance, homophobia, may add more

disclaimer // lesserafim’s personalities in this smau do not reflect who they are irl, this is purely for entertainment purposes

featuring // lesserafim, ive, itzy, seungcheol (seventeen), may add more i’m still in the planning process

status // work in progress! will properly start chapters when notes; kang haerin is finished

profiles // the plastics (a) | (b) // y/n’s goofs (a) | (b) // others (a) | (b) // extra

the plastics n.k // “they’re teen royalty,,

chapters //

1.

2.

“ main masterlist ,,

taglist // @rd0265667 @kyaitosz @haerinkisser @sserajeans @ilovechanhee @limbforalimb

wicked games - park seonghwa

release date : coming soon

word count : 25k+

genre : short mlm (seongjoong), mentions of homophobia, horror, fantasy, gore, smut, angst, violence, character death, mentions of eating/cooking, mentions of religious figures/fantasy au, angel/demon au, mentions of blood.

fic playlist - credit to my friend.

starring :

seonghwa as samael/lucifer

you as y/n

yeosang as michael

san as alastair

yunho as uriel

jongho as ezekiel

his back bled, and feathers lay everywhere; it was the most excruciating pain seonghwa had ever felt in his years as an archangel.

“take him away,” he said.

and that’s exactly what ruined the perfect balance that upheld heaven. his own brothers wrapped their arms around seonghwa’s shoulders, dragging him out of the silver city. his back dragged across the floor, painting the marble crimson. seonghwa slowly felt the moon-like essence leave him, his body was soon going to be nothing but fire.

seonghwa was in anger. tears spilled from his eyes at how he lost his father so easily. jongho and yeosang ripped any remaining pieces of the wings off, causing seonghwa to yelp in agony. his eyes glowed white as his brothers cried tears at his torment.

“brother, why would you go against him ?” they yelled. their white eyes blazed as they tore through seonghwa’s spine, dissecting the very fabric of the angel wings out of his back. he had lost the title of a celestial being. no longer was he god's favorite son: his right hand.

-

i’d like to see the moon with you.” he told hongjoong.

“is this your way of confessing your love to me?” the shorter male laughed.

seonghwa stupidly smiled, looking down at his feet, unable to offer an answer to the very cute young man in front of him.

“oh my god !” hongjoongs eyes widened in surprise, “it is !”

-

his expensive leather shoes came into vision and suddenly a fingertip beneath your chin lifted your face up. you swallowed. he was so much more breathtaking this close and if you stared any longer, you swear you’d pass out.

“why do you seem so nervous?” he asked. you shook your head, “ ‘m not, sir. it’s just a little hot in here.” you slapped yourself internally realizing how that sounded once you said it out loud.

his eyebrow rose. “really ? it’s like 67 degrees here. i didn’t think that was considered to be hot.” now that he said it, you realized that it was chilly in here and that his hand under your chin was so so fucking hot like he was running a fever of some sort.

-

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TERRIBLE TWO’S — PARK SUNGHOON

SYNOPSIS! A rash decision on your end causes you and Sunghoon to break up. What you think is for the best turns out to be the complete opposite, actually. Cue two years later when a random encounter with your ex forces you to revisit past feelings that has never quite fully departed from either of you. PAIRING! Chairman!Sunghoon x Fem!Reader WC! 11.4k (Got carried away)

GENRE/CW! Exes getting back together, fluff, slight angst if you squint, smut (fingering, brief mentions of fem oral receiving, sunghoon has a 7 inch cock; i headcanon that, unprotected sex, missionary, creampie, lots of tongue kissing), swearing, reader is in denial just a tad bit, ft. non-idol!yunjin, reader is a struggling fine arts major, etc. MDNI

A/N: originally, i intended for this to be a simple one shot but it somehow turned out to be greater than that in the end lol. this was also my first attempt at writing smut; i've always wanted to try it but damn is it kinda hard. i feel like the title doesn't match or capture the story as good but whatever-- it used to be called 'seasons,' yet that didn't make sense either so... terrible two's it is! i hope you enjoy <3

“Y/n?” 

A trace of uncertainty laces the man's voice, his mind racing with the possibility that he might have mistaken a stranger for someone from his past. Internally, he winces at the prospect of this awkward mix-up, dreading such an encounter with a random person. He clings to the hope that his intuition proves accurate. Could it really be her? Amid the bustling crowd, she always managed to stand out, an unmistakable aura surrounding her. Her presence eclipsed even the most vibrant of settings, radiating a unique energy that outshone a field of flowers.

When he tentatively calls out her name in a hushed tone, she spins around on her heel, and for an ephemeral moment, Sunghoon feels as though he's stepped into a scene from a classic romance film.

Time stills and so does he. 

Each of your movements steals his breath away. The way your hair dances in harmony with the wind, and how your eyelashes cast the most delicate shadow upon your high cheekbones. Your gradual unveiling leaves him struggling to swallow past an inexplicable lump in his throat. 

Sunghoon notices the moment your eyes widen. Behind those enchanting orbs, he discerns a flicker of nostalgia and a touch of melancholy. During your time together, he possessed the uncanny ability to read those emotions hidden within the depths of your irises.

“Sunghoon…” You say no louder than a mere whisper that could easily get lost in the summer’s wind that passes through the both of you. 

Your heart throbs in your chest. The biological response is far too overwhelming that you can feel your stomach tying itself in double knots. You think you might need to be pointed to the nearest bathroom so you can barf up the swarm of butterflies that disturb your system. No doubt does crossing paths with an ex whom you share a long history with manages to do that to you. 

“H-how are you?” You’re the first to strike up a conversation despite that being Sunghoon’s unspoken responsibility. 

How am I? Sunghoon has to brace himself to collect his messy thoughts. 

“I’m pretty good, and yourself?”

His response is curt and short. In any other setting, he would have elaborated on his answer but he wasn’t sure how much information was too much to reveal to an ex regarding the state of his well-being. You nod at his words, not really expecting much nor having high hopes that he would give you more to work with in this conversation of playing catch-up between an ex. 

See, your relationship ended amicably, with both of you acknowledging that the spark kindled between you two had faded out. With your mind elsewhere, too focused on your academics (so you like to say), and Sunghoon preparing to inherit his family’s business, there was little room for romance in either of your daily routines. Your typical weekend dates were swapped out for meetings with major corporations and other soon-to-be-chairman-related activities so that he could fully understand what the rest of his future held for him. 

Even though you missed having your boyfriend's undivided attention, you refused to act as a temporary roadblock that prevented him from making significant progress. Despite your heart and brain being at war with each other, you made the conscious decision to slowly back down from being his lover and tucked your face in the pages of your academic textbooks.

With Sunghoon too busy to even acknowledge that his girlfriend was distancing herself from him, you were the first to come forward, bearing the news that breaking up would be the optimal solution to your and his fading presence in one another’s lives. 

That night when you bid goodbye, he felt half his heart shatter inside of him. Little did you know that you carried the other part wherever you went, but now that you were no longer capable of sheltering that missing piece, it almost made him want to die inside more than just a tad bit— a lot, actually.

He pretended to play it cool as your back turned to him and he watched you retreat to your car, feeling both helpless and defeated. With an unflinching countenance, a tightly clenched jaw, and fingers gripped at his sides, Sunghoon longed for his feet to have chased after you, preventing your departure from his life. He yearned to undo whatever had driven you away, to rewrite his mistakes and reshape their shared history.

Sadly, not even the first star in the sky he saw at night could grant him something as demanding as that.

On the contrary, had those things happened, he wouldn’t be here today on a Thursday afternoon rekindling a connection that got tossed up in the air and fell through his fingertips.

“I—“Before you get a chance to deliver your sentence Sunghoon’s hold on your arm prompts him to draw you to his chest. 

Your breath hitches in the back of your throat, eyes simultaneously widening for the second time thanks to a certain ex. You look up at the taller one with crinkled brows. A mixture of confusion and a looming feeling in the deepest pit of your stomach that hasn’t quite left, tugging at your heartstrings. His intoxicating scent of Dior Sauvage is all too overwhelming for your nose to take in. You swear your head could start spinning any minute now. 

He’s so close to you. You’re so close to him. If someone were to come by and accidentally bump into you, you would be pressed up against his chest, breaking what limited distance is keeping you two apart. 

A bike rider disrupting pedestrian traffic on the sidewalk whizzes by, obnoxiously ringing the bell attached to their handlebar as if they aren’t to be blamed for riding on the concrete pavement, and it’s only then do you realize that Sunghoon was protecting you from getting hit. His body relaxes once he declares that it’s safe for you to comfortably stand in the open from any oncoming obstructions. 

“Sorry… acted on impulse.” His grasp on you immediately retreats to the inside of his pant pockets and you swear that his touch leaves a ghosting sensation on your skin. 

Sunghoon refuses to meet your lingering gaze, eyes averting to some random couple walking their dog across the street from where the two of you are standing. It’s almost funny how he fully believed two years ago that one day both of you would be exactly like that: dog owners who take their beloved fur baby on walks together and enjoy the simplicity of the little things that a relationship has to offer. 

“It’s okay, thank you,” You murmur, unsure of where things should go from here. 

A beat of silence comes and goes before Sunghoon has the chance to take the initiative to prove he’s different from his past self. 

The past self you witnessed throughout the duration of your shared romanticism. The past self who failed to convince you to stay because he never wanted you to leave his side. What he wanted was to work things out and to understand what he could do to change and make things better for the two of you.

Even if that meant you breaking up with him first to realize this.

“Listen, why don’t we…” He suddenly starts. Sunghoon analyzes your face and when your features evidently show that you’re all ears for what he has to say, he takes a deep breath to compose himself. “Get dinner. Together.“ 

Although the question comes out more like a demand rather than a request, you’re slightly taken aback because you were almost certain Sunghoon probably resents you for the breakup— at least that’s what you tell yourself— and that he doesn’t want any business involving you entering his life for a repeat performance. The only different thing is that you’re his ex.

Can you blame him? It was so sudden.

The concealed hurt he tried to mask but failed to do so when you told him you wanted to end things, hoping it’d be left on good terms, rambling about how much you do and will continue to care for him no matter what he does in life or who he chooses to love after you. It seems you did more talking than he got the chance to, and Sunghoon wasn’t sure if you had this all planned leading up to that moment, or if he should’ve seen it coming. 

Whatever it was, Sunghoon could never hate or repent you, but you’re no telepathic mind-reader and wouldn’t know how he feels about you now unless you asked. 

Your bottom lip is caught between your teeth as you ponder the idea of sitting in a fancy restaurant with Sunghoon and sharing a long conversation over an expensive meal that is highly overpriced for its ridiculously small portions. 

“On one condition,” You quip. Sunghoon gestures for you to keep going and you clear your throat. “No five-star Michelin places, okay? I just want a simple dinner to make up for lost time.” 

The older male chuckles, nodding his head sensibly. If there’s one thing Sunghoon learned about you is that you were never hard to please and preferred the opposite of a high-end luxury lifestyle that he naturally grew up with. 

“Tomorrow. I’ll pick you up at 8, how’s that sound?” 

“That’s perfect but um—“ you purse your lips. “Do you… Do you still remember where I live?” 

“Of course. It would take a lot more than time and distance apart from each other, for me to forget your every being.”

Sunghoon leans in to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear. The underlying intimacy hiding beneath his actions has you contemplating what the course of your relationship would have looked like for the two of you, had you not broken up with a man as sweet and thoughtful as him.

Was calling it quits between you two a mistake? Should you have stuck it out just a little longer? 

You can only shove those thoughts to the farthest point in the back of your mind and recenter your focus to the handsome ravenette. 

Sunghoon, sporting a warm grin that gradually grows into a pearly white showcase of his perfect teeth and adorable canines, makes it worth marveling if second chances are a thing that people still stand by. 

The next evening, Sunghoon unexpectedly arrived at your front door 20 minutes ahead of your readiness. While you were trying to situate yourself into your cami dress that paired well with the current season, a knocking sound coming from the entrance to your studio unit startled you in its wake. You tapped on the screen of your phone to check the time and crinkled your nose when the numbers staring back at you read 7:40. 

Sunghoon’s habit of arriving for an occasion earlier than expected was not unusual for his character. The taller's mannerisms crept into other facets of his social life after years of being trained to believe that "early is on time" and "on time is late." However, 20 minutes ahead of schedule was definitely new to you, and part of you can’t help but think if this is stemming from anxiety or if that’s just you projecting your nerves onto his much early arrival. 

“Just a sec!” You struggled to reach for the zipper to your dress, stress-sweating due to the pressure of having to rush through the rest of your routine.

After what felt like a millennia you finally managed to seal yourself shut into your attire and scurried to the front door where poor Sunghoon was waiting for you to answer.

“I’m so sorry, I couldn’t get to the zipper of my dress and I don’t think me flashing you or my neighbors in semi-public is socially acceptable.” You awkwardly laugh, strands of hair sticking to the back of your neck and forehead from the accumulated sweat you managed to produce. 

Sunghoon chuckles, shaking his head at your guilty tendency to overshare too much information for the dramatics.

“No worries. I know I showed up earlier than expected. Don’t worry about me, do what you need to do.” He smiles softly and for a second it almost slips your mind that you’re no longer romantically involved with each other. 

Oh, how you wish you could leap at him and smother the dashing man with kisses all over his Greek god-like, beautiful face…

“Here,” The taller unveils a bouquet of flowers that he attempted (underline, attempted) to hide behind his back. In reality, you could already see bits of it peeking out but chose to play coy about the item he was holding back from giving you. 

You fawn at the striking arrangement of tulips that come in different shades of the prettiest of pinks. Tulips. Of course, he would remember that those are your favorite. His words from yesterday ring in your ears, and believing them, you truly start to confide that Sunghoon could never boot you out of his memory as easy as a snap of his fingers.

“The prettiest bunch of flowers for the prettiest girl.” Sunghoon cautiously says, unsure if that would be stepping a line. To be fair, there isn’t an official handbook on what you should or shouldn’t say to an ex— except for some of the more common phrases; whatever that may be.

You let out a lighthearted laugh at the bold, yet cheesy, compliment and invited Sunghoon into the safe haven of your apartment, ignoring the way your heart practically skipped a beat when he said that. 

He’s been here on plentiful occasions so he’s really no stranger to the arrangement of your flat and could probably draw out an entire floor plan if he wanted to. At one point he almost committed to the thought of moving in with you, but you were a firm believer that it would be best if he stuck to the minimalist mansion he personally decorated that was passed down to him from none other than his father. Needless to say, Sunghoon was a pouty puppy that day.

“I’m almost ready I promise.” You say. “I just need to add some finishing touches and then I’m all yours for the night.” Immediately your hands fly to your mouth when realization dawns on you about the delivery of your words. 

Sunghoon raises an eyebrow, and luckily, you miss the faint smirk that tugs at the corner of his plump lips teasingly.

“You know what I mean!” You panic, waving off the metaphorical atmosphere that surrounds both of you.

You excuse yourself and escape to your room as the tips of your ears start to flush with embarrassment. Once the door leading to your bedroom shuts behind you with a mellow thud, your back presses up against the surface of the entryway. A loud sigh that you weren't even aware you were repressing since Sunghoon arrived breaks out past your tinted lips. With your mind a foggy mess and your heart threatening to leap right out of your chest, you’re under the impression that you resemble the stereotypical anime school girl the way your entire demeanor changes when you’re around him. 

But that’s the thing.

It’s only Sunghoon. 

It’s just Sunghoon.

So what if you guys dated in high school and partially during college? So what if he was the first and only guy you’ve been with, and even though you have no one to compare him to, he would still be the best ex you could ever have? So what if you regret breaking up with him because you got ahead of yourself and refused to be transparent with him? 

So what if you want him back…

You pat both sides of your cheeks to wake yourself from a philosophical dilemma. you refuse to go down a rabbit hole of emotions especially when you’re about to go out to dinner. 

You shuffle through your wardrobe in search of a certain pair of Converse that a special someone gave to you as a birthday gift. When you find it neatly stored away in its original packaging and the box that it came in you’re almost too eager to slip your feet into the collar of the Chuck Taylor’s.

You halt in your steps when you reach your vanity and grab your everyday bottle of perfume, spritzing one pump, then two, then three, and four more of the floral scent, that you’re showering yourself in it at this point.

Upon reaching the moment that you’re completely ready and exit the inviting comfort of your cozy room, Sunghoon’s back is facing you as you ascend into the living room. You can’t make out much of what he’s doing and he’s seemingly too preoccupied to notice your footsteps stalk across the wooden paneling. His neck is craned downward looking at something on the decorative table where you have a neat arrangement of framed pictures. 

“You still have this?” He turns around revealing the photograph that he was referring to, now in his possession. There’s a distant glimmer of emotion that you can’t quite make out peeking around the curves of his irises. 

You let out a resigned sigh. 

You’ve been caught red-handed for leaving a single trace of the past out in the open. 

Of all the furniture and miscellaneous objects that collect dust on different surfaces in your flat, Sunghoon chose to go for the photograph of you and him standing under a cherry blossom tree in Ilsan Park. Your arm was hooked around his waist and his was wrapped around your shoulder. The brightest of smiles stretched across your faces as petals danced around you. It was the perfect occurrence captured in stillness and you wish you could leap through pictures to relive that special day. A distant memory that feels like it happened not too long ago.

“I couldn’t get rid of it. It’s— That’s one of my favorite pictures of us.” You simply explain. 

It was true, because out of all of the selfies, candid photos, and other pictures you shared together with Sunghoon, your date to Ilsan Park remained your number one core memory as a couple. 

You watch intently as Sunghoon places the photo back where it originally belonged on the console.

“I think that’s one of my favorites, too.” He says as a matter of fact. “That or the one where we went to Lotte World and wore matching uniforms together.” The taller laughs.

You giggled, the recollection of your amusement park date flashing across your mind. You dragged him to go on each and every attraction with you as he stumbled in your tracks, struggling to keep up with your social battery. You felt like two high schoolers in love at the ripe age of 20 because being with Sunghoon gave you the impression that you were your 15-year-old self again. 

“I like that one as well! I thought I looked pretty cute in that uniform.” You grin sheepishly.

Sunghoon chuckles and it causes you to whip your head to survey him. His eyes crinkle before they’re no longer crescent and back to their original doe-eyed shape. 

“You’re still cute, y’know that?” 

The comment sends your heart ablaze along with the blood that rushes to the surface of your cheeks. You can only hope that the thin layer of makeup and blush you applied is strong enough to camouflage the effect that sunghoon has on you. It’s no secret that he was always a smooth talker and still is. It makes you wonder if he’s ever used that flirtatious skill on other women he’s come across after you— or if he has. 

You tut your tongue at him and reach for your crossbody purse draped on the couch that you lazily tossed aside yesterday after coming home. 

“Ready, m’lady?” Sunghoon twists the knob and pushes the front door open, supporting the weight with his broad frame to keep it from closing in on you two when you exit. 

“Wait!” You pip, halting in your steps. You briskly retreat to your room and grab the bouquet of tulips you left on the side table next to your bed. 

You scurry over to Sunghoon, cradling the arrangement of florals like it was your baby. The haired boy opens his mouth to say something but you’re too fast to retort, 

“I wanna show it off. They’re too pretty to be left at home.” 

He nods and motions his hand for you to leave the unit first. The taller gives himself a mental pat on the back for inquiring in a floral shop before coming to retrieve you for dinner.

Tulips are a girl’s best friend, after all. For you, at least.

Coincidentally dinner happens to occur at the one restaurant you frequently visited when you and Sunghoon were dating. It was a simple ma and pa spot only locals in the area knew of. They were popularly known for their cold noodles and ginseng chicken soup. You like to think of it as a secret only two of you know about and continue to gatekeep it from your friends or families from ever coming across of it. 

The owners grew familiar with both of you through your frequent visits and friendly conversations. your rapport with them resulted in a warm welcome every time you returned, often accompanied by a generous discount as a token of their appreciation. Since your last visit to their restaurant, a while has gone by, and you both have been overdue to make an appearance at the restaurant.

“Aigoo, Sunghoon-ah, it’s been so long!” Mrs. Kim exclaims, wearing the biggest and brightest smile that brings out the crinkles in her complexion when she notices two familiar faces. “And Y/n, it’s good to see you too!” She turns to you with the same mien still permanently plastered on her face. 

You bow your head. Her contagious smile has you mirroring her grin. 

“Come, come, sit.” She waves her hand for the two of you to follow in her trail as she leads both of you to your— undesignated but designated— table that you and Sunghoon would constantly sit at.

Before you even have a chance to pull out your chair, Sunghoon beats you to it with surprising swiftness. The aged wood scrapes gently against the floor as he courteously pulls the chair back for you. A warm smile tugs at your lips as you appreciate this chivalrous gesture, unable to contain a soft giggle of delight. 

Mrs. Kim watches the interaction between the two of you and smirks, completely out of the loop that you have broken up; still under the assumption that you’re both dating to this day. Who could blame her when in her eyes you were the perfect missing piece for one another in this world like you were made for each other from the start. 

“The usual?” She asks despite already knowing the answer to her question. 

“Yes please,” Sunghoon nods. He sits after folding his blazer in half so that it can rest neatly on the chair's backrest. To add some fuel to the flame, he unbuttons the cuffs to his long sleeves and rolls them past his forearms so that they stop an inch below his elbows. The expensive watch that rests snugly on his wrist glistens, almost blinding you. You’re reminded that the man sitting across from you is responsible for an entire company under his name and capable of powerful things.

You gulp. You feel like you’re watching something you shouldn’t be and instead take an interest in the condiments that are pushed to the side of your table. 

Soy sauce, vinegar, napkins… 

When you think that you’re ready to re-center your attention onto Sunghoon once your racing heart has calmed down from its high, the taller has his eyes closed as he combs his fingers through his hair. His lips are parted ever so slightly and there’s a shine to his plush tiers.

He has to be doing this on purpose now.

You watch the way his Adam apple bobs when he swallows and you swear it should be a sin to look this effortlessly good in warm overhead lighting. 

You huff, a little too audibly for the male across from you to hear and his doe eyes flutter open. The sudden eye contact catches you off guard and you’re struggling to maintain yourself from the tension your mind is projecting. You shift around in your chair trying to find a more comfortable position.

This is going to be a long dinner.

After Mrs. Kim returned with your delectable dishes, the food vanished quickly as you guys delved into stories and shared the exciting highlights of your respective journeys. You and Sunghoon spent the rest of your meal at the table reminiscing about the past two years including the many ups and downs you’ve dealt with.

You learned that a month after your breakup, Sunghoon’s father officially stepped down, handing over the reins of the company to his son as the new successor. The ravenette confided in you, revealing that even though he had been groomed for this role his whole life, the transition wasn't as smooth as he had envisioned. The weight of responsibility felt overwhelming. Taking charge of a major company brought with it a level of pressure he had never experienced before. The expectations were high, both from the company's board and the employees who had known him since he was young.

As he grappled with the complexities of his new position, Sunghoon couldn't help but reminisce about a simpler life he could’ve had. He missed the carefree moments he used to share with you, the laughter, and the ease of his unannounced visits when he would turn up at your door with snacks he bought from the corner store and canned beer. 

Eventually his determination and drive to persevere kept him standing strong in the face of these obstacles. With his family behind him, a supportive workforce, and you in the back of his mind, he knew he had people to look back on and make them proud. 

You praised the older for his character development, gushing at his transition from uncertainty to confidence, while sympathizing with the initial troubles he first started off with. Being a chairman at his age is bound to weigh heavily on his mental and emotional health, and you can’t help but wish that you had stayed by his side through it all in order to be that support pillar he needed at immediacy.

“So, what about you? I didn’t really get to hear your answer yesterday.” Sunghoon asks.

You blinked. “Me? Well, uhm…” 

A bubble of insecurity creeps into your stomach. Your mind races through a mental checklist of your own achievements, or rather, the lack thereof, especially when compared to Sunghoon’s impressive journey. While your lives have taken very drastically different paths, you can’t shake the feeling that at the end of the day, the two of you are worlds apart from each other. He’s the chairman of a highly respected company. And you? You’re just a college graduate with a bachelor’s degree in fine arts. A pursuit that feels miles away from Sunghoon’s achievements. 

During the period that he was absent from your everyday life, all you managed to build was your art portfolio, which you eagerly sent to numerous galleries in a desperate bid to gain recognition as a struggling artist. Rejection letters became an all too familiar sight, each offering the same hollow praise— impressed but not interested. Those were dark times, where self-doubt loomed large.

Thankfully, your situation started to improve when you summoned the courage to step out of your comfort zone. You took to social media, opening art accounts on Instagram and Twitter, and sharing your artistic odyssey on TikTok. Yunjin, one of your closest friends and best friend since middle school, commissioned you to paint a mural inside a cafe she was working at. “I begged my boss for this to happen!” She said enthusiastically over the phone the night she asked you for the favor. Everything to you was a leap of faith, a glimmer of hope that prompted you to fully believe in the light at the end of every tunnel. 

In spite of your situation turning out for the better, it was impossible to ignore the inescapable sense of solitude and loneliness that clung to you like a shadow. It followed you everywhere you went. A mental reminder that, no matter how bright life was starting to seem, you still felt trapped and not completely content with yourself.

You convey these exact thoughts and feelings to Sunghoon in a messy ramble, hoping that this unintentional therapy session you’ve turned dinner into won’t scare him off. You can only hope that you’re not ruining the evening with a sob story of another art kid struggling to make a name for themselves in a society, where choosing art as a career path is at a greater disadvantage in comparison to your stronger counterparts. 

When you find yourself coming to the end of your rant, a wave of silence washes over the table, and you grab the nearest cup of water to gulp from. Ignoring the condensation that sweats around the glass and soils your palms. Your eyes look everywhere, purposefully avoiding Sunghoon and the tragic visage he’s probably giving you right about now.

“Y/n, look at me.” 

You raise your head, complying to his soft demand. 

“I’m proud of you,” he begins, and in that instant, a surge of emotion that has been suppressed for far too long wells up within you. “It takes a lot of courage and willpower to continue to follow a path you’re uncertain of.” The comment makes Sunghoon chuckle dryly, closely reminded of himself, shaking his head. “But look at you, you’re doing so great.”

The warmth in his voice, the sincerity in his eyes— they combine like a gentle storm, and suddenly, tears brim your eyes, begging to spill over. Your vision is splotchy and you refuse to blink, save for ruining your mascara. You weren’t planning on being an emotional wreck tonight, especially over dinner with your ex.

“I understand how hard it must have been dealing with those struggles alone, and I wish I was there by your side to help support you when it happened.” Sunghoon continues. He pauses to take in a breath before resuming, “But I’m here now… I’m not going anywhere, and if you’d let me— I want back into your life again, Y/n.”

A solitary tear breaks free, followed by another, and then another, until suddenly your eyes unleash a torrent of waterworks like a relentless downpour from a stormy sky. You hide your face in a handful of napkins you hastily grabbed, unaware that Sunghoon got up to move from his seat and slipped into the chair next to yours. His touch catches you off guard but you immediately relax as he guides you into his embrace, allowing you to hide yourself in his arms; your face tucked away in his chest. He caresses your hair, his slender fingers thread through your styled locks as he lulls you to comfort from your shaken state.

The two of you stay rooted in that position until you confidently and mentally reassure yourself that you are okay; you’re going to be okay. Your breathing has calmed down from its high and returned to a normal, healthy rate as your tears subsided and are non-existent.

No longer conscious of your makeup— a matter far from substantial to care for anymore— you wipe away the mess around your eyes. Black clumps of mascara and some concealer transfer onto the napkin. Seeing the stains garner a weak laugh to emit from you. Sunghoon cranes his neck to survey what you’ve become engrossed with. He sees the ruined makeup and laughs lightly into your hair. 

You’re thankful that there aren’t many customers dining in tonight and that it’s just you, Sunghoon, and three other parties who are far too busy drinking, conversing, and laughing amongst themselves to acknowledge the young couple tucked away in the corner.

Mrs. Kim leads both you and Sunghoon out of the restaurant with a warmth akin to a grandmother bidding her grandchildren farewell, her heartfelt wish for your safe return home evident in her loving smile.

“Goodbye, Mrs. Kim. Thank you, again, for another delicious dinner.” Sunghoon bows at a 90-degree angle and the formality stirs a boisterous laugh from the frail old lady. You mimic his actions, also expressing your gratitude for the lovely meal and free dessert she served to you guys ‘on the house.’ 

“When you guys come back I better see a wedding ring on her finger, Sunghoon-ah.” Mrs. Kim scolds lightly. You almost choke on your own saliva at the remark, coughing awkwardly to cover up your bewilderment. Sunghoon does his best to maintain his composure for the sake of the elder’s oblivion.

“You guys disappear for two years and still no diamond in sight. I was hoping some big change happened!” She clicks her tongue on the roof of her mouth, crossing her arms.

Sunghoon dips his head again in an apologetic manner. “You and Mr. Kim will be the first people we come to with a wedding invitation.” 

You whack the taller’s arm giving him a what-the-fuck-are-you-talking-about look, eyebrows scrunched with perplexity. The last thing you want is to continue to feed into Mrs. Kim’s false reality that the two of you are still a couple. Who’s to say that Sunghoon isn’t actually on the same page as you and everything is just a facade? I mean, sure, he’s been flirty here and there, bought you flowers, comforted you at dinner, and practically asked you to take him back… 

Your trust in Sunghoon has clearly waned, a result of your fluctuating self-confidence that leads you to confide in the pessimistic "what ifs." Your clouded judgment and self-doubt gnaw at your thoughts, casting doubt on the possibility of a reunion between the two of you. 

Sunghoon ignores the daggers slicing at the left side of his face and the buzzing pain you inflicted on him from the harsh impact of your hand. His digits dig gently into your side, drawing you closer to him. You stumble ever so slightly and flash an unconvincing awkward smile to the old lady.

You situate yourselves into the driver and passenger seats of his Hyundai Ioniq. You’re quiet when you pull the seat belt over your upper half, and for the first 10 minutes, not a single word was uttered from either you or the male sitting behind the wheel. Your mind loiters as you watch the building lights illuminating the dark troposphere of Seoul whizz by at 2x speed.

You and Mr. Kim will be the first people we come to with a wedding invitation.

Yeah right… You almost roll your eyes but catch yourself prolonging the idea of a hypothetical engagement and wedding ceremony with Sunghoon as your groom. 

Would he have gone down on one knee to propose to you had both of you remained lovers? 

You shake the contemplation loose from your prefrontal cortex. 

“Is it okay if I roll the window down?” You’re the first to break the ice. Sunghoon nods, his attention still focused on the road in front of him. Without looking, his fingers find the car’s air-con button to turn it off and he gives you the ‘go’ to proceed with your desire. 

The tempered glass descends and you’re immediately greeted with the beating rush of the summertime air. You giggle and rest your arms on the weatherstrip trimming of the Hyundai, your head poking out like an excited dog who’s riding in the car with its tongue hanging from its mouth. You close your eyes, taking in the wind that messes with your hair and brushes past your skin. It’s enough to transcend you into a different headspace, almost forgetting that you’re in a moving vehicle and not on some speedboat skidding across the water in Europe.

Sunghoon looks your way, unable to suppress the natural smile that lights up his face whenever he sees you. You truly are a surge of energy he needs when he wants to uplift himself if he’s feeling down. You’re his happy pill— so much so, that he wishes he could keep a chibi version of you for him to carry in the pocket square of his suits and let you roman on the wooden surface of his office desk to help him get through the work day. It’s silly and love-sickening, but Sunghoon only knows how to act a fool with you around him. 

His fingers drum against the padding of the steering wheel, waking you from your daydream. You hadn’t realized that you’ve already made it back to the city and are soon approaching your apartment complex. Your neighborhood is only a couple of turns away from your current destination as the two of you sit at a red light. You roll the window up, at least it was fun for the duration it endured. 

When he pulls up on the side of the street in front of your building, you try to find some lame excuse to stay with him for another minute longer, not wanting to say goodnight to him. You’re scared that this evening will be a one-off event and you'll return to your old ways, enveloped once more in the solitude that consumes you completely.

Your grip on the door handle tightens. 

“Sunghoon,” you shift your view in his direction. “You don’t mind walking me to my front door, do you?” 

The male smiles with his eyes.

“Who am I to not accompany a lady when needed.” 

Sunghoon makes quick work to unbuckle himself from the driver’s seat and rounds the front of the car to open the door for you. He holds out his hand for you to take, which you generously do so, and grants him the unspoken permission to whisk you away into the levels of your residential building. 

The elevator ride is a close resemblance to the trip back to your place, however, there’s a contrasting atmosphere waiting to burst like a champagne bottle and spill over. Sunghoon’s holding your hand the entire way and you don’t resist the notion. 

When you approach your unit at the end of the hall, you fish for your keys that are sitting at the bottom of your bag. Sunghoon’s hand slips out of your grasp and you almost whine at the loss of his warmth and touch, but you know he’s only doing it for you to use both free hands to ultimately unlock your door. The click! of the lock coming from the other side is an indication that you can push past the door once the knob is turned.

You stand there, hesitant to enter your own home. 

“I guess— this is it?” You murmur tentatively to yourself and the taller. You rock on your heels purposefully stalling time as you force both him and yourself to stare a little longer at the iron numbers detailing your front door. 

You let out a rigged breath.

“Tonight was great. The longest I’ve been out of the house in a month, really.” You cringe pathetically at the confession knowing that a month ago Yunjin was the one who pulled you out of bed to get some fresh air and sunlight because you were hiding away like a vampire. "Thank you... Sunghoon, for treating me to dinner and spending the evening with me..."

He remains stoic and unusually quiet, making it challenging to decipher what he’s thinking or feeling. You wish you could enter his mind to get a glimpse of how his brain functions. You’d hate to seem pitiful for hoping that his advances from today were, if at all, genuine.

If what he said at dinner was coming from the heart.

As you contemplate what might be your last encounter with your 'the one who got away,’ Sunghoon astounds you with yet another trick up his sleeve, when he secures your wrist in his delicate grasp. Forever one step ahead of you, his lips collide with yours in a passionate fervent. The only appropriate reaction that you can give him in response is to return the kiss with just as much fervor. The strap to your purse slides off your shoulders and lands below you with a little thud thanks to Sunghoon’s antsy hands pushing it out of the way.

He cages you against the surface of the door, your back bumping into it when he forces the distance between your bodies to dissipate. Bothered by the tiny gap that prevents you from being as close as you possibly can to him. The only active barrier is now the layer of clothing he’s wearing and the tiny dress that nearly clings to your every curve. He can’t wait to impatiently rip you out of it and slip in a “I’ll buy you a new one, princess.”

Your hands find sanctuary in his soft hair. How you missed tugging at their roots when he’d go down on you in bed, on the kitchen counter, and in the shower with your one leg supporting your entire weight as Sunghoon made the other side dangle over his shoulder. Those positions are tempting, and biologically the flashbacks of your sexual activity with the male feed into the expansion of your slick that gradually soils your panties.  

You squeeze your thighs together. The pressure of your inner fat is an empty feeling of pleasure that you wish Sunghoon could replace with his tongue, fingers, cock, or all three one at a time. The male notices this cry-for-help and trails his right hand down the sides of your waist. He stops at the lace hemming of the cami dress, bunching the material to provide easy access to your mid-thigh. His fingers dance on your skin, traveling upward ever so slowly in an antagonizing fashion that almost infuriates you for his teasing manner in the heat of the moment. 

Sunghoon reluctantly breaks the kiss. The evidence of your already smudged matte lipstick has left a faint trace on his plump tiers. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, mouth ready to latch onto the sensitive area he knows best that will cloud every crevice of your mind with nothing but want and lust. At the end of this night, all that you will know is how to be his obedient cocksleeve like the good girl he’s conditioned you into.

The sound of someone clearing their throat on the opposite end of your apartment’s hallway is akin to a record player scratch. You’re grateful that the construction workers, or whoever built this place, designed the structure of your building to be a certain way so that the split-off point from the elevator wasn’t a simple corridor style where you could see both fire exits at each side. Instead, it was more so a wide V-shape. 

In other words, no one really caught you and Sunghoon in semi-public eating one another’s faces. 

You stop to share a quiet laugh with Sunghoon and ultimately enter the safe space of your flat, out of your neighbors point of view where they could have had a free, front-row seat to some juicy content. The door closes behind you, you can barely get out of your shoes and make it past the front step leading to your living room when Sunghoon’s haste to have you underneath the sheets with him in your bed has you stumbling backward. He catches you before you can register that you would have fallen onto your ass against the hardwood. His lips serve him well, contributing to the situation as a distraction that redirects your every inner thought bubble. 

Sunghoon casually kicks off his shoes, adding them to the haphazard pile alongside yours— the least of his concerns at the moment.

The kiss from outside repeats itself, and this time, Sunghoon can contently resume what he intended to do had another tenant not interrupted the mood. But the voyeurism exploration kink in him would have liked either sequence of events. 

His tongue traces a wet stripe up your neck, sending a shiver cascading down your spine. You dully bite down on your bottom lip, trying to stifle the whimper that is sanctioned at the back of your throat, trapped by a surge of lust and anticipation. Sunghoon’s mouth ghosts over the shell of your ear, and his hot breath tickles. 

“I wanna hear you, baby.” He slurs. “Don’t be shy on me now.” 

Sunghoon’s lips sheathe your sternocleidomastoid (a mouthful, yes) muscle causing you to gasp. Your shoulders tense at the foreign feeling of his mouth on your body, and you’ve forgotten how good it was to receive a hickey. You relax under his touch when he gives the soft fat of your waist a reassuring squeeze.

His canines graze your skin while he sucks on the same patch, switching interchangeably to lap his tongue at the area when he begins to see a blossom of red and purple hues mix together, creating the prettiest bruise that would surely take more than a couple of days to fully heal. You groan when his teeth apply the right amount of force onto your flesh, leaving indents in their wake. His perverted mind relishes in the fact that only he is capable of marking you in ways that no other man could ever come close to.

He steps back to fully appreciate his canvas, that is you, and the absolute masterpiece that you are to him.

He leans in, pressing another kiss to your lips, this time with a gentler, more tender spirit, devoid of any sloppy motions. It’s delicate, a striking contrast to the heated lip-locking session the two of you were entranced with just moments ago on the other side of your apartment door. His larger palms cup your face as the pads of his thumbs caress the apples of your cheeks, making you feel loved and cared for.

Sunghoon lures your tongue into his mouth, clamping his lips around the muscle. He suckles at it, eliciting the cutest whimpers that he missed hearing from you since you’ve been gone. 

“Hnngh… Hah,” you pry yourself off of him, a string of your shared saliva connects the two of your equally moist lips. 

Your puffy lips shimmer in the moonlight streaming into your livingroom, as if the moon itself decided to play a starring role tonight. You squeeze his bicep, noticing that the muscle has doubled in size since you last touched it. You peer up at the taller through your eyelashes and Sunghoon has to conceal his primal instincts from fucking your throat with his raging hard-on. 

Your fingers graze the fabric of his long-sleeve collar, tracing delicate patterns across the black tie donned around his neck. Something about being able to witness a man up close in a suit never failed to provoke a flood of arousal from overwhelming your erogenous zone. Specifically, Sunghoon. It’s a shame— not really— that it eventually has to come off. With a deft touch, you begin to unravel the four-in-hand knot, a testament to Sunghoon’s meticulous self-preparation. The silk unravels, revealing its intricate texture beneath your fingertips. 

You assist Sunghoon in removing his suit jacket next, observing it gracefully descend to the floor. You briefly wonder why he's so nonchalant about leaving such an expensive garment on the ground, but he dismisses your concern with a wave of his hand. After all, as a chairman, he has the means and privilege to easily replace such clothing items.

You decide that it’s your turn to take the lead for once and initiate another heated session of sultry lip service. Your mouth kisses Sunghoon’s with primal hunger. Teeth clash, and you see no remorse for your hostility sponsored by pent-up sexual frustration and longing for some sort of relief that only Sunghoon can render. 

In a poor attempt to unbutton the last layer of clothing that shields Sunghoon’s upper half, your fingers fumble with the small disks that are fastened by the slits. You whine frustratedly against his lips once you realize you’re not making much progress. It is incredibly hard to multitask when your tongue is being manhandled by his.

“Here, lemme do it.“ Sunghoon mutters in a low growl. 

He tears open the placket just like he would to a bag of chips, and the buttons you were struggling to relieve him of pop off in ease, taunting you for your lack of efficiency at getting him out of his attire. He wriggles his arms free from the restraints of his sleeves and shrugs the apparel from the summit of his shoulders, allowing the ruined piece to join his suit jacket on the floor.

“Your turn, babe.” 

He twirls you around, your back fully pressed against his front as the tent in his pants pokes at your globes. The thrill of his length nestled between your ass spurs you to grind yourself on him, a staggered exhale of his hot breath fans the curvature of your trapezius, prickling your skin. The cotton material of your underwear cultivates a sticky sensation the longer you stay trapped in it.

“S-shit baby, you’re a fucking tease.” Sunghoon grabs your chin, forcing your head to turn his way so that he can seize your lips in an inconsistent kiss. Alternatively, it’s a tongue duel of him wanting to shove the muscular organ down your throat.

“A-ahh,” You moan helplessly.

He yanks the zipper of your dress. The item peels off of your bust, exposing your bare skin and naked torso simultaneously. You have to wriggle your hips past the remaining fabric in order to fully reveal your bare figure to Sunghoon— besides your damp panties that is.

“No bra today? It’s almost like you were expecting this to happen…” Sunghoon taunts.

“N-no…” You squeak, shaking your head.

“No? Use your words baby.”

You turn to face him, your perky mounds that come into his view are a sight for sore eyes. Even in the dark and scant amount of natural lighting from the celestial object in the night sky, is Sunghoon competent at reading your flustered features. How you manage to be cute yet look so lewd all at once is beyond his comprehension.

“I-I didn’t wear a bra because I thought it’d be easier to go without one.” You mumble, telling the truth.

“That’s better,” Sunghoon coos. He pecks your cheek and you smile at the reward.

“Eeek! S-Sunghoon!” You burst into a fit of shared laughter and giggles when said name scoops you into his arms, your body cradled against his chest, as your legs dangled over his one arm while the other supports your back.

“Just practicing when we’re both walking down the aisle at our future wedding.” Sunghoon jests.

Tenderness fills your eyes when you look up at him. He’s joked about the hypothetical conception of marriage twice in the night that you’re fully convinced it wouldn’t be all that bad of an idea. Given that both of you are ready and first rekindle the status of your relationship, of course.

Sunghoon grins. There’s a gentle kindness to his pearly whites, and you reach up to press a chaste kiss to his jawline.

He relocates to your bedroom. Gently, he lays you down on the bed, your body propped up on your forearms, bearing the weight of your upper half. With an unwavering gaze, you study Sunghoon closely, every detail of his expression and every nuance of his presence.

His eyebrows knit and meet in the middle, fixated on undoing his pants to escape from their restraints, followed by his underwear soon after. His stiff member rebounds off his lower abdomen, precum leaking from the mushroom tip. A satisfied exhale leaves his mouth. He stalks over to you with a sly smirk, towering your smaller frame when he crawls on top of the bed, his knees plant themselves into the mattress and his additional weight dips the space where you lay.

You whine when his length ghosts at the expanse of your inner thigh, suspense and arousal continue to bubble inside of you. Sunghoon murmurs for you to lay back. “Make yourself comfortable,” were his initial instructions before hooking the waistband of your panties with his fingers and dragging them below your legs. The undergarment was tossed to the side.

You nibble at your bottom lip and screw your eyes shut when a slender finger circles the perimeter of your labia.

“You’re so wet babe,” Sunghoon purrs.

Your breath hitches at the back of your throat when he slides his index finger through your inner lips, gathering an abundance of your slick to bring to his mouth for a taste. Both eyes flutter open in time to witness Sunghoon suck at the digit drenched with your arousal. The sight is sinfully lewd, nearly too much for you to handle. Your face reddens and you fight the inclination to hide behind your hands.

“You taste so good, too.“ He licks at his lips. “Wanna try?” Sunghoon cocks his head to the side, and you can’t find it in you to turn down his offer when he looks so innocent— yet acts like the devil himself when he’s overcome with lust. You nod your head with approval.

His duality needs to be studied at Harvard, you think in the back of your mind.

Sunghoon plunges his index finger past your hole, triggering your back to arch an inch off the bed. He chuckles lowly and watches as your hands grab desperately at the sheets beneath you to steady your sanity. The singular digit curls inside of you. Your unforeseen shock is vocalized in the form of a moan and Sunghoon repeats the motion several times.

“O-oh my god—“ You gasp.

The ravenette withdraws his finger and taps at your mouth, signaling you to open. You submit to his implicit dictation. Your lips encase his pointer, tongue swirling around it like a piece of sweet candy you’re tasting for the first time.

You bat your eyelashes prettily and moan. “Mmmh…”

“Dirty girl,” Sunghoon sniggers. He retracts his finger and you let it slip past your mouth with a ‘pop’ sound.

“Can you please give me your cock now?” You plead with a pout, doing your best impression of an endearing set of puppy eyes.

Sunghoon chuckles. “Let me at least prep you first, baby. How long has it been since you’ve had someone’s cock inside of you, anyways?”

You part your lips but close it just as quickly. To be candid, you've never been one to actively immerse yourself in the 'I'm single' scene. Your only foray into it was with Yunjin, roughly three weeks after your split with Sunghoon. The two of you ventured to a club, but it proved to be a brief endeavor. Within two hours, the fifth shot became a catalyst, turning you into an unending fountain of tears.

“Y/n?”

“Huh? Oh. Sorry…”

“I’m sorry baby. Did I overstep your boundaries?” Sunghoon cups your face with his right hand, his eyes scan yours, sincerity and concern laced in those chocolate orbs of his.

You stifle a giggle. Of all boundaries he could have crossed he draws the line at asking for your body count and not him fingering you.

“What? What’s so funny?” He asks.

“Nothing just… I think it’s ironic you ask me that now and not before we did all of this.” You motion to your bare bodies when you say ‘this.’

Sunghoon’s ears redden.

“But don’t worry, Hoonie.” You hook your arms around his neck and pull him closer to pepper his face with several reassuring kisses. “I don’t mind it all. Now can you please fuck my brains out!”

Your ex (whatever he is to you at this point) throws his head back to share a quick laugh, shortly pressing his forehead against yours.

Without warning, he buries three fingers in your pussy; your hips twitch at the sentience. They slide in and out without strain and together the two of you watch as he finger fucks your hole to “prep” for his cock. The squelching noise of your juices fill the room in addition to your moaning, and Sunghoon confronts a hurdle of his patience wearing thin, wanting to fuck you senseless.

His digits leave your hole and you whine immediately at the loss. Sunghoon uses the mass quantity of slick as a substitute for lube to lather on his angry cock. He shuffles against the bed, forcing your legs even further apart to fit himself in between them. The stretch burns your muscles but is soon forgotten when the tip of his length is rubbing your folds, occasionally bumping your swollen clit which generates a needy whine.

Sunghoon’s face screws with ecstasy when his shaft inches past your entrance. Your walls hug his length and he whimpers at the tight muscles that suffocate his erection. You squirm under him, tensed and breathing heavily. It’s hard to relax when seven inches feel like it’s splitting you in half after a long hiatus from sex. Sunghoon notices your discomfort and stills his hips from pushing further, allowing you the necessary time to adjust.

“Sorry baby, I know it’s been a while. You can take it, right? Like the good girl you are?”

You nod. He kisses your forehead, cheek, and lips to soothe your anxiety, using his lips as a distraction to keep your mind from zoning in on his cock. He seizes the opportunity to fit the rest of his length inch-by-inch, and you feel like a virgin all over again when the burn of his cock stretching you open is almost too unbearable.

“Sshh, it’ll be alright, baby.” He wipes away a loose tear. “I’m gonna move, tell me when and if it’s too much, okay?”

“O-okay, Hoonie…”

Steadily, Sunghoon recedes his hips, cock following in suit, just enough for the tip to be the only thing that your pussy clenches on. He snaps forward, your boobs jiggle at the motion and your eyes are rolling to the back of your head when he repeatedly thrusts at a steadfast pace. The pain you were once scared of is no longer a fear you have to worry about, as pleasure is the only thing you know how to feel.

“F-faster, harder, p-please Hoon.” You fight through broken moans to let your voice be heard.

“Shit—“ He curses.

Sunghoon’s fingers dig into the plush fat of your waist while his other hand presses into the space of your bed next to the side of your head. His eyebrows knit, focused entirely on increasing the speed of his thrusts. He continues to piston fuck your pussy, abusing your hole in the utmost gratifying procedure. Your thighs jiggle each time that his balls slap against your skin; everything reminds him of an amateur homemade video he’s seen from other couples on Pornhub. He’ll have to ask you some other day if you’d ever be open to filming your own tapes to watch back.

“Mmh, right there, Hoonie.” You sigh dreamily, locking your legs around his waist and linking your ankles together. “You’re fucking me so good— Aah!” A high pitch squeal slips from your vocal box when his tip probes at your G-spot.

“F-fuck,” Sunghoon leans in close, relying only on one forearm to hold himself up from crushing you with his entire weight. He hides his face in your boobs, tongue flicking at the sensitive bud that hardens in response. He persistently thrusts deeper, his cockhead pressing against your sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Hnngh… Y-yes, yesyesyes!” You chant. Your fingers tangle themselves in his hair, scratching gently at his scalp and tugging whenever his mouth would suck or massage at your breasts. “You’re gonna— make me c-cum!“

Sunghoon’s unrelenting despite your warning. He can feel your walls clamping around his shaft, signaling your impending orgasm, and it taunts him to force himself deeper within your warm cavern at every jerk of his hips. Your hands fall to his biceps. Nails digging into his skin as your face distorts into extreme pleasure.

“I’m so close too, baby.” He groans. “Just.” Thrust. “A.” Thrust. “Couple.” Thrust. “M-more!”

“I’m cumming! I’m c-cumming—“ Your hips tremble with a frenzied urgency as your pussy pulsates around Sunghoon’s 7 inch cock. Your mouth opens in a silent gasp and a long, impassioned moan escapes your lips. The sheer intensity of the moment leaving you incoherent and lost in ecstasy.

Sunghoon twitches inside of you. “Hah— you’re so— fuck!— s-sexy,” He grunts. Your head thrashes at the overstimulation of his length continuously pumping into you and you push at Sunghoon’s chest weakly, crying on his cock for him to slow down. You whine, whimper, plead for mercy so that your pussy can recover from the intense orgasm you just experienced not too long ago. In spite of that, he ignores your pleas and concentrates on finishing. It isn’t until white ropes of cum are shooting at your walls when his thrusts start to get sloppier and progressively come to a stop.

“Fuck.” Sunghoon exhales through gritted teeth. Both of you are a panting mess trying to catch your breaths as your chests rise and fall synchronously. The ravenette pulls out slowly and he groans when he sees his seed spill out of your hole, it closely reminds him of those hentai comics he’s read through illegal websites.

“I’ll get something to help clean you up.” Sunghoon lifts his weight from the bed but you reach for his forearm to grab him. You don’t have to say anything for him to understand that you don’t want him to leave your side. He brings a hand to yours, the pad of his thumb grazing the hills of your knuckles soothingly. “It’ll be fast, I promise.”

Not even 30 seconds has gone by when he re-enters your room with a damp cloth. He wipes at the areas where a mix of your cum and his seed litter your skin with sticky residue. He discards of the ruined cloth before joining you in bed where you welcome him with open arms. He plops down next to you and you turn to lay on your side so that you can get a proper view of his handsome face in post-sex afterglow. You reach out to gently touch his moles that adorn his features. The moles you missed seeing as the first thing in the morning when you’d wake up with him by your side. He grins lazily and cranes his neck to bring his lips to your forehead.

“Sunghoon…?” Your faces are merely inches apart from one another. Though the close proximity is not a foreign situation— especially after just having sex— you speak to him with a hushed tone.

“Yes?” He inquires.

“At the restaurant, you implied that you wanted to get back together again… Is it true? Do you really mean it?” Your lips are quivering and you mentally berate yourself for being so soft hearted in these types of scenarios where emotions are high, vulnerable, and transparency is called upon.

Sunghoon breathes shakily. “I really mean it. I miss you, Y/n.” He tucks away loose strands of hair that fall on your face. “These past two years without you have been hell. The first couple of months were so bad, I almost reconsidered being the chairman for father’s company so I could fight for us. Fight for you. I’m sorry if that part of my life got in our way as a couple, and I wish I had made more of an effort to be around you.”

You sniffle, “It wasn’t just your fault. I should’ve communicated instead of thinking I know better and that I thought what I did was for the greater good— because it wasn’t. And you’re right, the two years I spent without you were awful. I never wanna go through that again.”

Sunghoon loops an arm around your waist and guides your head to bury against his chest.

“We don’t have to.”

Morning rays gently infiltrate the room as Sunghoon stands before the full-length mirror in your shared master bedroom. His voice carries across the space as he greets his loving wife, 'Good morning, Mrs. Park,' while he meticulously adjusts his tie.

You stir in bed. The unwelcome intrusion of sunlight forces you awake despite the supposedly blackout curtains you requested when you first moved in with Sunghoon. You sigh in irritation. Dismissing the hope of another ten minutes of sleep, you push yourself upright, your arms stretching above your head, accompanied by a vibrant yawn. Sunghoon, amused by your morning ritual, chuckles softly.

“Still sleepy?” Your husband turns to face you after successfully finishing the Windsor knot of his tie. You blink away the fog of grogginess from your eyes and grin when you get a clear vision of your husband clad in his usual work uniform.

“Mmm… you’re so handsome.”

Sunghoon's face lights up with a genuine smile, touched by your kind words that always seem to set the perfect tone for his day. He approaches your side of the bed with a confident saunter and takes a seat beside you.

“Any plans for today, my lovely wife?”

You can't help but giggle at his endearing habit of calling you 'wife' and 'Mrs. Park.' It's become a sweet tradition between the two of you, a reminder of your loving bond that has grown since your wedding day. You twist your hand to observe the silver band that ornaments your ring finger. The diamond twinkles back at you in the bask of the light.

“I think Yunjin and I are getting brunch, then we’re going shopping right after, and later in the evening we’re gonna drink some wine and paint as we gossip about our husbands.”

Sunghoon laughs. “You’ve got a busy day ahead of yourself then.” He nudges your side playfully and you giggle. “Don’t forget to fit me into your schedule. Let’s go out for dinner tonight.”

“Cold noodles and ginseng chicken soup?”

“Where it all started.”

You envelop yourself in your husband's embrace, showering him with affectionate kisses. Starting from his moles and moving to both cheeks, his nose, forehead, and, ultimately, his irresistible lips, you express your love and absolute adoration for him with each tender peck.

“I love you, Mr. Park.” You murmur against his plush tiers.

His fingers delicately sweep aside the loose strands of hair obscuring your face, as he lovingly takes in every captivating feature, examining them with deep worship.

“I love you more, Mrs. Park.”

Two years ago you and Sunghoon sealed the knot in California. The ceremony took place at the Alila Ventana wedding venue, perched on a cliff along the rugged coast line of Big Sur. It offered a dramatic landscape, nestled amidst towering redwood trees, and a breathtaking view of the Pacific Ocean; the perfect picturesque backdrop for photos and videography. The outdoor spaces, gourmet dining, and coastal elegance were truly significant factors of your reception.

Sunghoon kept his promise to Mrs. Kim when the time came to send out the wedding invitations. Her excitement was beyond words as both of you entered the restaurant, radiating a newfound delight. Her gaze immediately fixated on the sparkling diamond ring on your finger— the same one she had scolded him for, which was now complete.

Come time to exchange your vows, Sunghoon's heartfelt declaration to cherish and devote himself to your love made it extremely difficult to keep your makeup in tact. Yunjin, your appointed maid of honor, had to step in to hand you tissues one after the other. The audience laughing to themselves at your showcase of emotions.

True to his words, Sunghoon carried you bridal style as he stalked down the aisle. Your families and friends cheering from their seats, their joyous applause resonating through the air. The warmth of their smiles and the happy tears in their eyes mirrored the love that enveloped you both in that moment.

Since then, life with Sunghoon after marriage was anything but dull.

valentine's mishaps | sunghoon

❝ I'm her boyfriend. ❞ — you were single. in a blink of an eye, you're not anymore.

PAIRINGS. sunghoon x fem! reader

GENRE. fluff, romance, high school au, fake dating au, slight angst, cliché tropes that make me wanna throw up but it's too cute so I wrote it, slight strangers to lovers, slow burn-ish

WARNINGS. swearing, too many couples on valentine's day and it made the reader bitter, a little mention of sh, mentions of claustrophobia and traumas, bullying, nauseousness (?), light-headedness, my OCs are bullies lol sorry ><, hyperventilating, the reader gets trapped in a room, tooth-rotting fluff near the end :D, cliffhanger in the end :0

WC. 8094 words (aight-)

AUTHOR'S NOTE. y'all, if you let this flop then I don't know anymore. I worked hard for this and I'm actually proud that I have written something this long ;_; please gimme some feedback on it, be it in the tags or comment! Enjoy reading!

FOR @kpopscape's CAFÉ JULIO EVENT WITH PROMPTS (from dessert) #4, 16, 18

Valentine’s day is near and everyone is busy with their relationships — getting ready for dates, going for a walk late at night, or maybe even setting up dinner dates — things you’ll never experience.

What a sad life. But it’s not like you’re in a hurry to be in a relationship either. Maybe it’s about the fact that you’ve been in countless relationships already yet none of them lasted for long, and seeing your friend with a strong relationship with her boyfriend—you were undeniably envious. You just wanted to bark at those sweet fluffy couples walking around the park while holding hands, but that’s too much.

But don’t you think being the third wheel of your friend’s date is more… harsh?

You were invited by Rina to go with her saying that you’ll go shopping without informing you that her boyfriend will be there. The results? You’re their official third wheel and porter. You might’ve looked like you’re their nanny.

Rina glanced at you and threw you a sympathetic look as she mouths “I’m sorry, I didn’t know he’ll come”. You just rolled your eyes and nodded, understanding what she meant. I mean, you’re not okay with it but as long as they don’t make you pay for their lunch, everything is gonna be ok—

“Hey Y/N, are you treating us for lunch?” Heeseung, Rina’s boyfriend, beamed at you with his familiar smile, showing off his beautiful white teeth.

Did I speak too soon?

You glared at both of them before letting out an exhausted groan, your steps coming to a stop. “Don’t you think both of you are too harsh to me? I get it, ok? I’m single, but you don’t have to slap it across my face that I am! Ugh, both of you are so annoying. Buy your own lunch, I’m not your slave!” You huffed, ranting to the two how you feel 90% more single than how you felt before you went with them. You dropped all the things you were carrying to the marble floor of the mall in front of them before walking away pouting.

“What’s with her? I was joking, geez.” Heeseung gawked at your back, taking all the things you were holding earlier to his arms as he awkwardly smiled at Rina, who was glaring at the boy too.

“W-what did I do?” The young lad innocently asked, making Rina growl at him. The girl walked away towards the café where they were supposed to eat at with her boyfriend following behind her. “Yah! What did I do?”

⸻ ✧ • ✧ • ⸻

You were about to go home but then you remembered that you didn’t have any service nor money to ride a bus on the way home. You arrived here because Heeseung drove all of you here, but now that you’re upset for no absolute reason, they can’t send you home.

“I shouldn’t have acted like that…” you mumbled to yourself while walking on the sidewalk, eyes glued to the cement floor, hands on your purse as your lips were in a pout. You felt your phone vibrated inside your pockets as you fished it out and saw Rina’s message.

RIRI: bestie where are you? Come on, we’ll pick you up and send you home.

You looked around and noticed that you were in a park with no human being around. It kind of sent shivers all over your body as the cold wind hit your bare skin. You were only wearing a long-sleeved blouse and a skirt that fits with it and you know very well that you might get in trouble because of it.

When you were about to text your Rina back, your eyes caught sight of a café nearby and thought that you wanted to eat before going home.

YOU: I can go home by myself. I’m at a café called… enha-cafe? I think. RIRI: u sure? YOU: I’m a grown-ass woman girl, I can handle myself. RIRI: ok? Don’t forget the fact that you almost fed yourself cat food… you even almost burned your apartment unit down ??? but sure I’ll believe that. YOU: Do you have a death wish? RIRI: blep :p

You rolled your eyes at Rina’s attempt to expose you (which worked at some point) while you pushed the glass door of the cafe.

“Welcome to enha-cafe, what can I get for you?” A kind feminine voice asked you to which you turn your head in the direction of the sound as you noticed a short-haired girl standing behind the counter. Kim Sujin. The name on her name tag.

“Hello, one iced mocha, please.” You smiled as your eyes fell on the yummy cakes lying there, making your mouth water. “One slice of this cake too, please!” You added, pointing at the white cake with chocolate bits on it. Sujin nodded as she listed it down.

“Coming right up! You can sit there while waiting.”

“Thank you.”

You walked towards a seat near the glass window, settling yourself on the high chair. You looked around the interior of the place and noticed that you weren’t the only one in here. A boy was sitting not so far from you, and he has a pile of books around him. Not gonna lie, he was really cute. He has this pretty sharp jawline that made him look attractive from a distance. He has pale skin and a cute nose too— all your thoughts were thrown away after seeing that the boy was looking at you. You blinked continuously as his face was now fully visible to you and saw that he wasn’t just handsome—it seemed like he was carved by God himself. He looked like an angel—

“What do you want?” His voice was serious and it sounded rude to you, making you flinch at the opposite attitude he was showing you.

“N-nothing.”

“Geez, what a creep.” He looked you up and down before focusing on his works again. You widened your eyes after hearing his response to you. He has the right to be creeped out, I mean; Imagine just sitting comfortably and then suddenly feel someone staring at you, and even when you caught them staring, they don’t look away—what would your reaction be like? Weirded out, right?

“Yah! I was just looking at you because you look like someone I know!” You retorted. To be honest, you don’t even know someone that looks like that and that was just a little white lie to get away with his suspicion towards you.

You were afraid that he might sue you for sexual harassment.

“Pfft, yeah right.” He gave you a side-eye and smirked.

“W-what are you smirking at?” You slapped yourself mentally after hearing that you just stuttered. Seriously, this “why-enn” disease. The boy doesn’t answer, instead, he closed all his books and started packing all his things, leaving you there hanging.

Angelic face with a rude attitude—if that’s not him, then who is. You growled at his back figure but before you could continue sending daggers at him, your order arrived. You decided not to fret too much about the kid’s rude attitude and just ate your meal.

You finished minutes later and left.

While on your way home, you felt your eyes threatening to flutter close. You wanted to sleep already but you still have to walk another 1 kilometer. You didn’t wanna be late for school tomorrow again so you decided to walk faster than how you do normally. Ok, maybe you’re running and not walking. But as long as you get to lay down on your comfy bed and sleep like there’s no tomorrow, you don’t mind running a kilometer long.

When you arrived home, you immediately ran to your room, ignoring the series of calls from your brother. “Not even a hi?” Jake shrugged.

You flopped down on your bed and inhaled the scent of home. “Finally~” you were too tired and exhausted to even change your clothes as you finally drifted to sleep.

⸻ ✧ • ✧ • ⸻

Ring. Ring. Rin—

You cut off the annoying sound of your alarm clock with your hand as you sat up and stretched your arms up in the air, yawning. A sudden knock from your door was enough to make your eyebrows meet each other, forming a frown on your face. “What do you want?” You asked irritatingly. But seems like your brother’s words just passed by your ears and come out on the other once you were reminded of what happened yesterday.

You screamed as your hand went through your hair, pulling every hair you could touch, and attempted to detach it from your scalp. Jake was fast enough to open your door immediately, worried about what might’ve happened only to be disappointed at what he saw.

“Stop pulling your hair, you crazy woman.” The young boy rolled his eyes and separated your hand from your scalp. “What stupid shit have you done now?”

“Is it really creepy to be staring at someone for long?”

“Depends on what your intention is and how close you are with that person you’re staring at, why?”

“AHH!”

“Yes, it’s creepy. Now, what did you do—”

“GET OUT!”

Jake didn’t move and stood there like he was some teacher demanding an answer from a student which doesn’t even make sense. But he was your twin brother, after all, you can’t hide things from each other—even if it’s the most embarrassing things, each of you deserves to know it.

After telling Jake what happened, he just stared at you like you were some dirty human being that he just witnessed choking a man to death. “Don’t look at me like that! It’s not my fault he’s handsome.”

“It’s also not my fault if he sees you again, he’ll probably embarrass you in front of people.”

“Whose side are you even on?”

“The boy’s, why?”

“GET OUT!”

You just finished eating breakfast and you left for school early, not because of the fear of being late, but because you don’t wanna go with your brother. You were slowly realizing that it was indeed creepy—the thing you did yesterday—and you could only wish to not see that boy anywhere.

But too bad, life wasn’t on your side.

⸻ ✧ • ✧ • ⸻

While you were walking in the corridors, a group of females went to you with a smile on their faces. You already know why they’re here and you’re not in the mood for it.

“Y/N, still no luck in finding a boyfriend?”

It’s that damn topic again. They won’t stop bugging you until you give up and let them find you “a boy of your dreams”, well that’s what they said. But you know better—those “boys” they’re talking about are all about the “abs”. You’re not that kind of person though.

You’d rather be in a relationship with that rude man you met than with those bulky men these girls are talking about. Besides, you would like it more if you were the one who will choose the love of your life rather than let other people meddle with your personal problems.

But it was easier said than done.

You have bad memories with these girls in front of you now. In Junior High, you were once bullied by them for being poor and average. And now, they’re trying to be nice and look oh-so-friendly with you? It was too good to be true. So when you ignore their “help”, bad things might happen. But also for you, being the independent girl you are, you can’t let them interfere with your life.

“I have a boyfriend already.” You said throwing them a fake smile. With that, you thought that they will stop bugging you but instead, it got worse.

“Really? Who?”

“Oh my god, why didn’t you tell us?”

“Introduce him to us!”

Bad idea, Shim Y/N. Bad idea. Who knew that they would ask more questions once you tell them a lie? Hmm, you’re the only one who didn’t know that, I guess.

“U-uhm, h-he’s not in this s-school...” You fiddled with your fingers behind you as you kept on stuttering, you’re having a hard time looking for the right words to answer with. But they just kept on throwing you questions that even the police might find suspicious. It’s called an invasion of privacy.

“Is he handsome?”

“What’s his name?”

At this point, you were being suffocated and surrounded by these girls as your back was glued to the row of lockers and all you hear were muffled voices. Same for your vision, it started becoming blurry as you gripped the hem of your skirt tightly.

And before you knew it, your vision became dark.

“Y/N! Y/N! Y/N—”

“What?” you groaned as you felt your head throb continuously. You sat up from the bed— wait, a bed? When you’re finally sober enough to process everything, you noticed you were in the clinic. Beside you, was your brother, Jake, and your best friend, Rina with her boyfriend, Heeseung.

“What happened?” you asked while your hand went to your head and held it for support.

“You fainted… because of that,” Rina mumbled, her voice almost sounding like a squeak that only the mouse could hear. But it was loud enough to be heard by you. You nodded, understanding what she meant.

You were claustrophobic. Earlier, those girls were surrounding you and it suffocated you enough to make you faint. You hated being the center of attention and being surrounded by people was one of them.

“Good thing a young man picked you up and brought you here immediately.” Heeseung smiled at you as he said those words.

A young man? “Who?” As if on cue, a young man did appear with a tray of medicine in his hands. You raised your head to look at the person fully and—oh god, you weren’t believing your eyes.

It was him.

“Y-YOU?!” You were genuinely shocked, gulping harshly as you covered your face from the boy.

“What’s wrong with me?” He looked confused, but at the same time, you knew he was faking it. “Oh, that’s why you looked familiar. You’re the girl who—” Before he could finish his sentence, you stormed out of the clinic bed to ran over the boy and cover his mouth.

Gritting your teeth, you whispered, “Let’s talk, not here,” you didn’t even wait for him to respond as you pulled him out of the room. You took off your hand from his mouth before bowing 90 degrees.

“H-hey, what’re you doing—”

“I’m sorry for what I’ve done yesterday!”

“Oh that, don’t worry, I know I’m handsome.” He said with a cocky grin. You stood straight before charging onto him, head locking the boy.

“You little...”

“AH!”

Both of you were now sitting at a near café located inside the campus, with an ice pack in the boy’s hand. “I was about to forgive you but you just had to do that. Tsk tsk, you lost the opportunity.” He said, sipping on his Iced Americano, glancing at you, who had your head lowered as your eyes threw daggers on the floor.

“What did the floor ever do to you? Poor floor.” The boy sarcastically clicked his tongue as you raised your head to glare at him.

“Do you want another black eye?” You threatened.

“No, absolutely not.”

If not for the waiter serving you the iced mocha you ordered, it would be quiet again. For the two of you.

“Look, I forgive you, ok? But what you did was creepy and strange.” The young boy kindly said.

“I already know that. But still, sorry if it creeped you out.” You fiddled with your fingers under the table as you took a sip from your iced mocha. “What’s your name, by the way?” You tried to forget the not-so-good first meeting and restart again. “I’m Shim Y/N, Jake’s twin sister.” You introduced yourself, stretching out your arm towards the guy with a smile.

“I’m Sunghoon. Park Sunghoon.” He took your hand and shook it.

“Hello Sunghoon, I never knew you go to this school.”

“I keep it low… sometimes.” Sunghoon smiled, beaming you his white teeth to which you caught a glimpse of his little fang on the side. You found it cute and without noticing, you chuckled while staring at him. Sunghoon did the same. His eyes wandered around your pretty face, from your sparkling eyes that held the whole universe in it to the scar on the right side of your neck, near your collarbone. He tilted his head as he stared at that one scar that caught his attention.

You noticed his stare as you followed it. “Oh, this?” you asked, grazing your hand above the said wound. “I’d rather not talk about it, it’s… terrifying.” You muttered. Sunghoon nodded in response and no longer made a fuss about the scar. But of course, he was curious.

You both finished your drinks and Sunghoon decided to walk you to your classroom. While walking in the hallways, you could feel students’ eyes on you and the boy walking beside you. You lowered your head and closed your eyes tightly and pretended that no one was paying attention to you but your hand was trembling ‘cause of anxiety, indicating that your fear might attack any second now.

And guess what, life was making you suffer.

The girls earlier appeared out of nowhere and asked you tons of questions again. Erin, their “leader” stepped in front of you making you stop on your tracks. “Poor you. You didn’t have to lie that you have a boyfriend, y’know?” She laughed in a mocking tone. Leaning to your ear, she took a strand of your hair and twirled it around her finger as she whispered, “You could’ve just let me help you find one, that’s not too hard.” She pulled away and held both of your shoulders, dusting off the left one. “I’ll find you the one—”

Sunghoon noticed your uncomfortable state and decided to cut off the talking female and might’ve said something… unexpected.

“You don’t have to—I’m her boyfriend.” He said, making you turn your head on the side where he is and looked at him with wide eyes. “Now, if you don’t mind, she has class.” Sunghoon smiled at Erin mischievously as he took your hand in his, pulling you towards your classroom.

You were in utter shock, but at the same time, you thanked him mentally for saving you. Arriving in front of your classroom, Sunghoon let go of your hand as you felt a foreign feeling as if you didn’t want him to let go of you at all. You pursed your lip into a thin line, glancing at Sunghoon with no words leaving your mouth. “Thank you,” you whispered under your breath but the boy didn’t seem to hear it.

“What was that?” He asked you to repeat what you said and leaned closer to your face to hear it—which was unnecessary. You felt your cheeks heat at the close contact.

“I said, t-thank you.” You squeaked, not caring anymore if he heard it or not, and just turned your back at him immediately after saying it again. You entered the classroom and thank god, the homeroom teacher is not here yet. Settling yourself on your seat, you flopped your head on your desk and reminisced on what just happened not too long ago.

Boyfriend…? It took you a while to process what happened and when it did, you raised your head and gasped loudly, catching the attention of some of your classmates as well as Rina. Turning to you, she asked worriedly. “You just left earlier with that boy and arrive with the same person, did something happened?” But before you could answer, the teacher arrived.

⸻ ✧ • ✧ • ⸻

The class was over—the first thing you were greeted by was Rina’s hand wrapping around your arm, pulling you outside the classroom, making your way towards the cafeteria to eat lunch.

Both of you were now seated across each other, Rina’s curious eyes dug through your bare skin. “Get to the point, will you?” You stated.

“Ok, tell me what happened—like, come on, spill some tea.” She leaned sassily on her seat, crossing her arms like a businesswoman talking with their acquaintance, waiting for you to speak.

You started by telling her how you met Sunghoon and ended your story with the scenario that happened earlier. Her jaw fell and her eyes sparkled with admiration. “Ooh, Sunghoon saved the day for you, huh?” She wiggled her eyebrows as she cooed at you teasingly.

“Oh, shut up. It’s nothing, he probably just did that to save me from those bitches.”

“Girl… you’re so dense.” Rina shook her head at you disappointingly. You responded with an eyebrow raised, and a quiet ‘what’.

“It’s not like we’ll keep on pretending we’re dating— shit.” You stopped the spoon that was about to go into your mouth mid-way after realizing what you just put yourself into.

“Exactly.”

Your meal was long forgotten when you stood up and ran towards who knows where. You were on your way to talk to Sunghoon about what he did and what’ll happen. But… you don’t know what class is he in—which was dumb itself. You went to another building that had the same grade you were in and started asking people if they know who Sunghoon is. Thankfully, on your first try, it worked.

“Hello, do you know Sunghoon?” You approached a young boy with pale skin and crescent-like eyes. He was cute, you thought. On his name tag, written there was Kim Sunoo. That sounds familiar to you but you didn’t think much about it.

“You mean, Park Sunghoon? From Class A-4?” He confirmed, but you don’t know any other Sunghoon nor what his class is so you just nodded at the young kid. He looks like your age so maybe he’s not a young kid—but he’s cute.

“He’s still in class, I think—”

Speaking of the devil, Sunghoon walked out of class with his bag hanging on his shoulder, behind him was another guy which you guessed was one of his friends. Looks like their class just ended, you said to yourself. You approached the boy and smiled nervously. He turned to you with a surprised look, “Y/N, what brings you here?”

“We need to… talk. Now.” You whispered to him, but before letting him answer, you immediately pulled him into a deserted area near the stairs.

“Woah, calm down. What happened—”

“You know what you did, right? You told those girls that you’re my boyfriend… I hope you know what you brought yourself into.” You spoke, fidgeting with your fingers on the process. You sounded like something bad will happen making Sunghoon laugh at you.

“Hey, I know what I did. I just saved you from those…” his voice trailed off as he looked at you with widened eyes. “Are you saying that…”

“Yes, you did that without knowing and you didn’t even think of the consequences of your actions—which resulted in this mess.” You explained with your eyes staring right through his soul. “Half of the population of students know that we’re dating… so if we don’t pretend we’re dating, they’ll grow suspicious.” You continued, with each of the words you spit out, Sunghoon understood them easily.

“That won’t be too hard, and I don’t mind.”

“You... don’t mind?”

“Nah, my friends like to set me up with some random girl, and now that I have a girlfriend—” You cut him off.

“Fake girlfriend.” You said, emphasizing the “fake” part.

“Ok.” He nodded and continued; “And now that I have a fake girlfriend, they won’t set me up with just anyone anymore. So it’s convenient for me too.”

“So it’s settled.” You smiled at Sunghoon and reached your hand for him to shake, “We’ll be fake dating.”

⸻ ✧ • ✧ • ⸻

Days have passed (1 week before Valentine’s Day) and maybe it wasn’t that hard—honestly, it was great. The girls who were once bothering you could only watch you from afar and Sunghoon was surprisingly a good boyfriend. Any girl would want him as one but now, all of the girls envied you.

You were the center of attention every time you would walk in the cafeteria or any place with students at all. You don’t know if it was a good thing or a bad one, but you could care less. As for Jake, Rina, and Heeseung—they all know that it’s just an act.

Nothing much changed, to be honest. Your life was still the same—you wake up in the morning, go to school with Jake, walk to class with Sunghoon, eat lunch with Rina—nothing unusual happened.

Except for the fact that girls would mob you and ask you lots of questions on how you caught Sunghoon’s attention and all—you realized that Sunghoon was famous among girls too. And your anxiety would show up more often than before. Those were the only differences that you’re experiencing in your life— oh, and don’t forget the number of dates Sunghoon takes you out on and gifts that he gives you every time you two have a date. It all felt real, too real. It looked like Sunghoon was your real boyfriend.

But you also kept telling yourself to not be too attached or else it would be hard to let go, especially when feelings started to build inside you. You would often feel a swarm of butterflies flying around your stomach and it overwhelmed you to the fact that you want to throw up here and there. But it was a good feeling—that’s what you tell yourself.

Today, wasn’t any different from those normal days you had. Or so you thought.

While heading towards the music room with your hands hugging the textbooks against your chest, a hand suddenly grasp your wrist making you turn towards that person, only to be greeted by Rina.

“Don’t proceed—don’t go to the music room,” Rina warned you which made you raise an eyebrow at her strange attitude.

“Why—”

“Just don’t! You don’t have a Music class on Wednesday.”

She was right, you don’t have a Music Class on Wednesday, but why was the teacher looking for you? You were weirded out too.

“I’ll be quick.” You ignored her warning and proceeded to walk to the music room, you brushed aside the eerie feeling that was washing over you as well as Rina’s calls behind you.

“I swear to god, this girl never listens.”

You entered the room, checking if there are any people inside, and your eyebrows knotted together after seeing that there weren’t any signs of a teacher waiting for you at all—it was almost deserted, if not for the instruments scattered around the room, the place would look like an abandoned classroom. When you were about to leave, you gasped at the sound that the window made. You looked back and saw that all the windows were closed which made you confused because earlier, they were all open but then you saw Erin leaving the room with keys in her hand.

“P-please, don’t—”

“Hmm, how about… no.” Her laugh echoed around the walls of the empty room as she leaves, locking the door as she does so.

You were late to stop the door from closing and you started feeling your chest tightening as your heartbeat increased its pace, almost jumping out from your ribs. You looked around to see if there were any windows open to get some air but it was all locked from the outside. Your eyes became blurry while you have a hard time trying to breathe. You let out quiet cries as your hands went to both sides of your head, covering your ears with it. All bad memories… please don’t come back. You curled yourself into a ball and sobbed as those memories you tried so hard to forget all started washing over you.

In a dark room, a child was crying. The cries that escaped from her lips echoed around the soundproof walls. She was crying for help—but no one could hear her. No one could help the poor child. Her cries sounded like a newborn baby’s, begging for release. She was trapped in a nightmare, a dark place she doesn’t wanna go back to. A memory that was buried deep inside her brain, a memory that left a scar on her life—a memory she would love to forget.

“Y/N! Wake up…” You started hearing faint noises in the background calling for you but you didn’t have the strength to see who it is. And everything turned black before you knew it.

Your eyes fluttered open, seeing as you were in this one particular room again. “I can’t believe I wake up here often—” You said in a quiet voice and was cut off by a familiar one.

“That’s because you didn’t listen to Rina’s warning.” You looked to your side, greeted by a sweaty boy. You also noticed that he was the only one around.

“Sunghoon?” You called out to him as you sat up. “Where’s Rina? Or Jake?”

“They’re on their way.”

“Were you…”

“The one who saved you? As always.”

He flashed you his signature toothy smile—one of the reasons why you always feel butterflies swimming around your stomach—as he took your hand in his. The feeling of his skin coming in contact with yours sent electricity throughout your whole body. Though he does it often, and it became a normal act for him to do so. It was always you who wasn’t quite used to it. He studied your face and his gaze dropped on the same scar once again.

“Y/N, we’ve been friends for quite a long time now. Would you mind telling me how you got that scar?” He said slowly, trying to not creep you out. “I mean if it’s okay—”

“It’s okay…” You smiled, thinking that it’s time for him to know the truth. You took a deep breath as you proceeded on your story. “When I was a child, I was abducted...” (I decided not to proceed with her story-telling because it may contain some triggering events, so I’ll leave it to you and how you’ll continue the story).

You finished telling Sunghoon the whole thing and his reaction was priceless. He had his mouth hanging wide and his eyes blinked continuously at you. “I-I didn’t know it was like that.” He felt sorry for even asking but you reassured him that it’s okay, and you didn’t mind at all.

“I just wanna thank you, for always being there when I’m in a near-death experience.” You chuckled as you stared at his eyes that showed care and worry while he looked at you in the most gentle way, it was as if you were something fragile and he thinks that when he looks at you, you’ll break anytime.

That’s what you loved about Sunghoon. He was caring, loving, and gentle. But you knew this act wouldn’t last forever—at the end of the day, you’ll still let go of him and remind yourself that he’s not yours. That’s what hurt you the most. You can’t have him even if you want to.

Later on, Rina and Heeseung arrived—and I’m telling you, they got some scolding to do. Jake didn’t make it because he has some business to do. I don’t know what it is, ask him yourself.

And it made you worry—not for Jake—for yourself. He has the house key and you couldn’t go home if you don’t have it. But surprisingly, Jake asked for Sunghoon to take care of you like he knew you’d be looking for him.

“Me? In your house? Why can’t it be with Rina—”

“Family reasons.” Your best friend smiled at you sympathetically.

“Gosh, I have lots of family reasons but I still let you sleep in my house.” You retorted while rolling your eyes.

“Well, in my house it is.” Sunghoon stood up from his seat, reaching for his bag that laid on the clinic bed.

“If you do something to my best friend, I hope you know that you’ll never see the light of the day… ever,” Rina warned the tall boy as you nodded in agreement, chuckling at your best friend’s overprotectiveness.

“Of course, why would I— haha…” he nervously chuckled, scratching his nape while he walks out of the room with you following him from behind. You bid goodbye to Rina and Heeseung with a smile.

Students kept on staring at you and Sunghoon while you were on your way out of the school premises. Both of you walked side by side on the pathway when suddenly, it started raining uncontrollably. You gasped and immediately hovered your purse above your head as Sunghoon did the same, taking your wrist to run towards the bus stop to get some shelter.

Both of you were drenched when you entered Sunghoon’s apartment unit. You took the bus on the way here but since both of you didn’t have an umbrella, you had to walk with only a bag hovering above your heads.

The taller guy sighed exhaustedly as he stepped inside of his unit. He pointed at the couch in the living room, “you can sit there, I’ll get some clothes for you to change into.” He said to which you obeyed instantly. You made yourself comfortable on the couch but not too much.

Sunghoon came back with a pair of sweatshirts and sweatpants and handed it to you. “The bathroom is that way,” he informed you, pointing at the bathroom near the kitchen. You nodded, whispering a quiet “thank you” before heading towards the bathroom to change.

While you were changing, you noticed how his clothes were too big for you but it felt so comfortable to the fact that you didn’t wanna let go of them.

You went out of the bathroom after you changed into his clothes. You found him resting on the couch as he watches a movie. He caught sight of you from his side and faced you with a giggle.

“Sorry for borrowing your clothes.” You shifted on your position awkwardly, trying to avoid his stare.

“Don’t be. You look great in them.” He said it like it wasn’t something that could make your cheeks burn—it slipped off his lips rather smoothly. It appears like he does this often.

You sat beside him as you cleared your throat. He was watching a rom-com drama with a bucket of popcorn in front of him. You spent the rest of the night watching 4 episodes filled with laughter and tears—as well as good old cliché romance.

And then, the dark of the night came. It was time for slumber. In Sunghoon’s room, there was only one bed, and it made you worry.

“Where should I sleep?” You asked Sunghoon who was hugging a pillow against his chest.

“I’ll sleep on the couch, you can take the bed.” He said, sending his cute little smile at you while he walked to the couch like a penguin. “Make yourself at home, don’t worry,” Sunghoon reassured you before you could even protest.

You nodded shyly before going to his room. You were surprised that his room was squeaky clean—no signs of dirty clothes lying on the floor and whatsoever. Unlike Sunghoon, Jake was the opposite (this isn’t based on real-life, ok?), for you. Sunghoon wasn’t like any other guys you’ve met in the past—he was a cute gentleman, a sweet and caring one. No wonder people would fall in love with him. And when I say people, you’re included.

You fell in love with Sunghoon not so long ago. Let’s say, your first day as a fake couple. He held your hand with gentleness and he looked like he was really in a relationship with you. One time, a thought came into you and made you wonder what would it be like if you two were really dating.

What would it be like if Sunghoon was your real boyfriend?

Multiple questions and thoughts came across your mind every time you’re with him. And it seems never-ending.

You lied down on his comfy bed and you immediately smelled his familiar scent on it. Not to be creepy but it was addicting. It was like you were hugging Sunghoon’s body itself.

Being too comfortable on his bed, you fell asleep not so long after.

⸻ ✧ • ✧ • ⸻

A week has passed ever since you slept at Sunghoon’s place.

And today, the day you’ve been not waiting for; has finally come—Valentine’s Day: A holiday filled with Love Birds everywhere you go, a holiday celebrated by two lovers who love each other dearly. But for you, it was just a normal day.

A day where you go to school with Jake and don’t even expect a single drop of rose petal anywhere near your locker. Yet, someone decided to tell you otherwise.

You walked towards your locker to get your textbooks for class and unexpectedly when you opened it; there, a Red Rose laid in the middle with a letter stuck on it. You looked around, expecting to see a Sunghoon somewhere but were then disappointed when he didn’t appear. Shrugging, you opened the folded letter with hearts drawn on it.

From: Sunghoon

To: Y/N <3

You chuckled as you proceeded to read the words written—The handwriting was neat but you were confused as to why it’s so short—

This is a prank lol. The real gift is on the rooftop ;)

Sighing, you folded the paper again and took your things to head to the rooftop. Your heart continued beating inside your chest, following a particular rhythm—a beat of a heart that fell in love. You were undeniably nervous as well as excited at the same time.

You arrived at your destination, definitely not expecting everything you saw just now.

Red roses were in the hands of the boy who invited you to go here as pink hearts hung from above the shelter of the rooftop—you never expected he would prepare too many props when you’re not even dating for real. The real question is; why did he prepare all of this?

“Oh, you’re here?” Sunghoon smiled sweetly, walking towards you with rather heavy steps while holding the bouquet of red roses in his hands. You also found yourself smiling like a fool watching him walk towards you with a cheeky smile that you found cute.

“What’s all this?” You asked him the question that was wandering around your mind for a while now. He chuckled awkwardly, scratching his nape, not knowing what to answer.

“I have a lot to tell you, to be honest.” He started, handing you the flowers first as you accepted them, the smile not leaving your face for a second. “First of all…” he was about to continue when he saw you with the smile that made him feel butterflies and waterfalls inside his stomach every time he caught sight of them. Sunghoon lost focus, for short. You cocked an eyebrow at him, confused as to why he stopped mid-way—the smile was still plastered on your beautiful face.

“Quit smiling at me, I can’t stop messing up my sentence when you look at me like that.” The boy said shyly, a shade of pink blooming from his face as he does so. You laughed at his flustered and shy state before containing the smile that almost broke out of your lips.

“Ok, I’m not gonna smile anymore—continue.”

“No, don’t stop smiling. I love seeing your smile.”

There he goes again. It was that flirty tone that you got used to yet he looked shy while saying it. He was driving you nuts and mostly, he was making you confused—like for example, wasn’t he just shy? And now he’s spitting words that he probably doesn’t know are driving you crazy?

Nonetheless, it made you broke out into a smiling mess. “Just continue what you were about to say,” you told him, making him nod in response.

“I wanna end this fake relationship.” He blurted out with a serious expression and not gonna lie, you felt your heartbreak into thousands of pieces—you expected this to happen. Everything was gonna end either way, even how much you beg life to give you a chance to spend your life with Sunghoon, you knew that was way too much to ask—

“Let’s make it real.”

Your mouth fell agape as happy tears started building up in your eyes. It felt like you were in a dream, it felt like you were in cloud 9 and you just wanted to hear it over and over again. He wants to make it real. Though he said it without enough context, you understood it very well.

Sunghoon beamed at you, opening his arms wide, inviting you into a hug. You accepted it with glee, choking back your tears of joy. Laughing, the boy cupped your face with his large hands and looked at you with familiar tender eyes. “You don’t know how much I waited for this moment to happen,” you asserted. The boy mumbled a soft “me too” as he plants a soft kiss on your forehead.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, my love.” He said sweetly.

Earlier, you were worried about having a valentine’s date but seems like you weren’t gonna worry about it any time now.

Both of you agreed to skip classes and go out on a date—this time as a real couple. What’s more ironic is that he brought you to the place where you guys met for the first time, at the enha-cafe.

Entering the place, the scent of the strong aroma of coffee was the first one to greet the two of you. The same girl was standing behind the wooden counter, her presence was still the same as when you first went here.

“Hello! Happy Valentine’s Day, welcome to Enha-Cafe—what would you like to order?” Sujin greeted with a sweet smile. Her gaze fell on your hands that were intertwined with each other with a surprised expression. “Oh! Weren’t the two of you had a little mishap on the first time you met here?” She gave the two of you a teasing look.

“You… were watching us?” You asked, bewildered by the fact that someone was observing you from afar.

“It’s a habit of hers, hope you don’t mind.” A familiar yet unfamiliar voice answered instead of the girl in front of you. All of you turned your heads towards the direction of the sound, only to be greeted by a boy that you’ve met before.

“Why are you here and not in school?” Sujin scolded her brother Sunoo, crossing her arms at the young lad.

“Oh come on, it’s a holiday. We shouldn’t even be having school on such a lovely yet bitter-y day, y’know?” Sunoo answered with sass.

That’s why you found their names similar — they were siblings. Sunoo also recognized the two of you, Sunghoon as well.

“Ooh~ Skipping class and going on dates, are we?” The young boy cooed. Not only their names and faces were similar, their attitudes as well. Sassy and a professional teaser.

“Well, looks like it,” Sunghoon responded.

The conversation between the rest of you didn’t go long and you proceeded to order.

You and Sunghoon sat by the window, across each other, with foods that you ordered were laid out in front of you. Both of you were giggling and laughing—telling stories and getting to know each other—it was a sight and a moment that you never imagined would happen to you.

For other people, it might’ve been a normal day with their loved ones. Just walking around the park with their lovers, hand in hand, going out on dates, and showing affection towards their partners like no other. But for you, it was a very important day to remember. The month of lovers, the 14th day of the month, a holiday celebrated by two people in love, is a memorable day for you.

It was the day where you confessed your love for Sunghoon as he did the same.

At first, before you even met Sunghoon; you never believed in love. That’s why every time you see a couple walking by, you would curse them inside your mind and tell them that love doesn’t last and will never last—but guess what, after you met Sunghoon, he proved you otherwise. He made you believe in love. You hated it in the beginning but you never knew it would be so overwhelmingly addicting. It made you hold on to promises without a doubt. It made you wanna spend the rest of your life loving the person that made you feel that way. You now believed what people would mostly say, love will be the strongest feeling one would ever feel. You believed that it was indeed strong.

Your eyes wandered around the park, looking for your boyfriend who left to buy some ice cream for the two of you when out of nowhere, you found a couple who was fighting in the middle of the crowd. While watching, you couldn’t help but imagine and wonder, what if we fight? Will everything shatter? Those questions made you feel scared. You kept on watching the scenario, not knowing that Sunghoon was watching you from afar.

He looked in the way where you were looking at and he immediately read your mind. Approaching you with a smile, “No relationship is perfect, Y/N,” He said, handing you the ice cream he bought for you. You were startled for a brief moment from his sudden appearance but then got over it quickly, taking the ice cream from his hand.

“I know that—”

“You shouldn’t worry about what’ll happen in the future. We just started, we should make the most of it.” He cut you off, placing his warm hand above yours, with the familiar gentleness and warmth he would always make you feel.

You nodded at his words and pushed away all the thoughts that were in your mind before looking at the two couples that fought, only to see them hugging each other. “No fights would last a day if two mates truly love each other,” Sunghoon muttered, caressing the back of your hand with his thumb soothingly.

Your lips formed a small smile as you looked at him with tenderness. Being with Sunghoon felt like home, hearing his voice was comforting—your eyes were filled with love while you look at him. Thankful; you were thankful that you met Sunghoon. Your gaze shifted to his soft lips, saying words you didn’t know you could say with such confidence.

“Would you mind if I kissed you?”

Sunghoon was even flustered, himself, but then nodded in reply. Both of you were like magnets, pulling each other closer and closer until you touch. Your lips fell on his and you swore you felt a jolt of electricity wash over your body but it was the good type of feeling. His hand went to cup your cheek as the kiss started gentle, lips moving in sync. Two lovers under a cherry blossom tree just had their first kiss—if that isn’t romantic, then I don’t know what else would be.

The kiss lasted for seconds before parting your lips. He rested his forehead on yours and let out a breathy chuckle, both of your pants mixing with each other. It was magnificent, it was everything you could ask for.

The two of you were like missing puzzle pieces finally put back together. A perfect match and a perfect fit. Though it all started with a misunderstanding and a little mishap, it ended like how a missing puzzle found its place. It all ended happily ever after.

⸻ ✧ • ✧ • ⸻

On one fine day, an unnamed girl walked into the premises of Enha-Cafe and sat on the tall chairs found near the window. When she was about to sit down, a random boy accidentally bumped into her, resulting in his coffee spilling on the female’s clothes. He apologized quickly as she caught a glimpse of the boy’s name tag. Shim Jaeyun.

Is this the beginning of another mishap that’ll turn into a love story? We’ll see.

⸻ ✧ • ✧ • ⸻

FIN.

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the great war

❝Because the greatest war Seungcheol had ever waged was against your heart.❞

historical! au | enemies to lovers! au | smut, fluff | 41k words

s u m m a r y : there was only one thing you hated more than your restricted life, and that was choi seungcheol—the greatest venetian general who has ever lived. when a marriage is arranged between the two of you, you were sure it would end in bloodshed. however, as you and seungcheol are forced to attend balls and share a few hard truths, you realise you have more in common with the mysterious general than you thought.

c o n t e n t : military commander! seungcheol, noblewoman! artist! mc, artist! minghao, artist! soonyoung who are both annoying (affectionate), cheol and mc absolutely hate each other because i need to see proper e2l, cheol has a scar on his lip (yes this needs a separate warning), this is set in renaissance venice so there will be many artist references, the doge = basically ruler of venice, themes of sexism, constant arguing between mc and cheol, there is fluff, also angst mature warnings -> tons of sexual tension, making out fuelled by hatred, cheol calls you carrissima (which personally i find very hot) fingering, oral sex (f. receiving), unprotected sex (only because medieval contraception is horrendous), petnames cheol says some vile things during the deed, slight corruption kink

p l a y l i s t : dangerous woman by ariana grande || war of the hearts by sade || love is stronger than pride by sade || i don’t understand but i luv u by seventeen

t a g l i s t : at the bottom of the fic!

a u t h o r ’ s  n o t e : hi hello thank you everyone for waiting for this monster fic!! thank you alice and addy for being the reason i finished this fic, thank you chia for creating a beautiful picture of general! cheol, and greatest thanks to choi seungcheol the man you are </3 i hope you all enjoy this fic as much as i enjoyed writing it <33

WHEN THE VENETIAN REPUBLIC DEFEATED THE OTTOMANS ONCE AND FOR ALL, EVERY CITIZEN—BE IT PEASANT OR THE RICHEST ARISTOCRAT—KNEW WHO WAS BEHIND THAT VICTORY.

His name sparked life into the deathly, cramped streets. Whispers and cheers carried along the murky lakes, the rushed streams underneath the city, lapping up to the cobblestoned shore—entering the ears of marketeers, patricians, nuns, prostitutes, everyone. Wherever one went, the commander’s name rang like the dozen church bells, scattered throughout the lake-locked lands.

The buzz in the air was more frantic this afternoon, though, because the victors’ party was finally returning to the state.

Finally returning home.

You, despite your family’s excitement, despite your connections to the man behind the success of it all, could not have cared less.

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sunghoon with a short gf‧₊˚.﹅♛ ｡‧₊

requested <3 ! jay ver ! jake ver ! niki ver !

PAIRING ! sunghoon x f!reader

WC ! 1.2k

GENRE ! fluff fluff fluff, crack + slight suggestive

WARNINGS ! none just hoon being the most annoying ever <3

a/n: bejdhjd this was in my drafts for a while sorry T-T i hope u guys enjoy hoons ver, my man fr :D

well you’ve got yourself an absolute menace for a boyfriend i’m sorry

mf is so tall that you don’t even make it into his line of sight and he’s rEVELLING in this fact

you’re standing right in front of him and he just

“hmm, where’s y/n? i can’t seem to find her..”

“anyone seen my girlfriend? she’s like.. 4’2.. careful you don't step on her!”

probably has your contact name as thumbelina or smthn

please just punCH him please

kidding he wouldn’t even feel your tiny fists 🧌

when you’re trying to y’know

mind your dAmn business

having a peaceful conversation with literally anyone BUT sunghoon

the big baby gets all annoyed that you aren’t paying attention to him so guess what he does

“—and so i explained that i wasn’t going to go with her!” sunoo exclaims to you with crossed arms

“yeah of course,” you agree, “why would you? that’s totally—“

you don't even get to finish because soMEONE has laid a bulky arm on your head like you’re his own personal armrest??!£<%!]?

yup, there's your boyfriend in his stupid white muscle tank top looking down at the two of you

“hey guys 😎😎”

you give him the ‘why am i dating you’ stare

“what?” he smirks, literally challenging you to TRY and fight back, “go on, keep talking tiny people”

you and sunoo take turns punching him ❤️

it has no effect

damned muscle pig

don’t even get hoon started on how much he secretly LOVES his ability to pretty much do whatever he wants with you

“babe, want me to give you cuddles?”

“what? 🤨 not right now, i’m in the middle of cooking this—heY!“

suddenly you’ve been snatched up bridal style as if you’re a ragdoll

“ahh, if you insist, i guess i can spare you some time 😇”

proceeds to throw you on the couch before juMPing ON YOU

giggles the whole time too

“i don’t think i should hug you too tight, how are you so small?”

you wouldn’t mind dying to one of his hugs anyway <3

but please don’t tell him that

hoon never misses an opportunity to make fun of you for being whipped

another example. playing board games and he loses? bro throws you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes

then he takes you to the nearest couch or bed and tickles you WHILE HOLDING BOTH YOUR WRISTS WITH ONE HAND. 😢

he needs to get his ego back somehow after such an embarrassing loss 💔

watches you squirm under him with a dumb smirk, “you’re so pathetic jagi, i need to take you to the gym with me, seriously”

you don’t know if you should be blushing or scowling

speaking of blushing

eventually sunghoon discovered another one of your weak spots

with your height, all you can see is his chest unless you crane your neck up

that is, unless he takes the initiative to bend forward and get right up in your face like some kind of siREN trying to seduce you??

“sunghoon i don’t know how many times i have to tell you,” you frown, rummaging through your empty pantry, “that was MY ramen, and it was supposed to be for when—“

you have to pause because when you look to your left, sunghoon has an elbow on the counter, bent forward to finally be at your height with his face all in in your personal bubble

and on his lips is a big, FAKE innocent pout, brows furrowed and puppy eyes staring straight at you

you know exactly what he’s doing

trying to flirt his way out of his mess as usual

not that it isn’t working of course, especially due to how weird it felt being face to face with your boyfriend without having to practically break your neck

but you still attempt to stand your guard 🙁

“what do you think you’re doing? you think your pretty face will make me forgive you?” you move away nervously, continuing to reorganise the cupboard

that lasted about 2 seconds before the idiot grabs you by your waist and pins you against the kitchen counter

he leans down even further, whispering in your ear, “c’mon.. i said i’m sorry baby, what else should i do to get you to forgive me..?”

you see where this is going and quickly push him away

“okay okay! whatever, buy me some more ramen and i’ll forgive you..” you mutter in defeat

he releases you right away at that, cheering in victory ☹️ sigh

your weak spot for him never fails to resurface at the worst times

even when other people tease you and he just JOINS IN

you’ll be at the dorms laying on the couch with hoon and niki (the absolute WORST combination, god bless you) watching a movie

and conveniently enough it just happened to be ‘tall girl’

listen

it was for the shits and giggles, but of course mr dumb and mr dumber next to you took every opportunity to make fun of you

niki would punch your shoulder (for what reason sir??) “y/n, she’s like you in an alternate universe!”

your BOYFRIEND immediately laughs in agreement, “maybe if you stack 3 y/n’s on top of each other, it’d equal the height of this girl”

LIKE THROUGH THE WHOLE MOVIE THOSE TWO ARE MAKING THESE DUMB COMMENTS 😭

eventually you save yourself though <3

“sunghoon if you make another stupid comment you’re sleeping on the damn couch tonight 😊”

niki ofc is all “ooOoooooOooHh 😱😱😱😹😹”

meanwhile bro is flabbergasted, “what?! but niki was doing it too!”

“is he my boyfriend??”

“you wish i was—“

sunghoon punches him 😁

but but every once in a while hoon makes sure you know he really does love you for how you are despite all the teasing :c

it’s usually in pretty subtle ways like just. trying to be your one and ONLY assistant

“hey hee, can you reach that plate for—“

“DID somEone SAY hoon can you get that plate? why of course princess!”

before you can protest it’s in your hand already 🧌

“…thanks hoon”

heeseung in the distance shakes his head, muttering about how whipped this man is for you

another time hoon found you crying in the bathroom after a rather unfortunate incident earlier that day

someone SOMEHOW thought you were his little sister due to your height difference

hoons usually very shy with strangers but this time he was NOT pleased

of course he didn’t wanna start anything in public

but he was absolutely passive aggressive

wraps a protective arm around your waist, “uh, no this is my girlfriend actually.” 😐🤨

when he found you crying he literally felt his heart shatter and quickly ran up behind you

back hugs you and whispers softly against your neck

“who cares what those single losers think, you know you’re perfect for me right? you make me feel so useful, always failing to reach everything.. needing my help..”

you laugh through your tears at that, making sunghoon smile as well

“.. it’s okay when i tease you right?”

you quickly nod, “yeah, just not when anybody else does it”

inside his heart just bursts :c

he nods in agreement, “damn right”

hugs for my shorties part 3 🫂🫂🫂 !!

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𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐑; 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐉𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐆 — teaser

pairing: ceo!park jongseong x brother's best friend!fem!reader

genre: arranged/forced marriage, slow burn au, accidental pregnancy, brother's best friend, slight age gap (reader's 22 and jay's 24), angst, fluff and second chance love.

teaser word count: 807

estimated word count: 15k to 17k

release date: late october or early november

summary: Just a year ago, you were forced to marry Park Jongseong, CEO of the Southern Branch, part of the vary famous Park Enterprises. It was all for the sake of your family, a marriage for the benefit of gaining more traction as a company. Jongseong was attentive, caring, sometimes even sweet, but your relationship was more about sex than it was about the marriage itself. At some point, everything got bad, and it was just mere sexual intimacy that anything else, and just when you were close to ending things...you found out you were pregnant.

1st installment for CEOs & ARRANGEMENTS with enha 02z

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Bellie, Belle.

Those were the nicknames that the family gave you, well… Jay gave you that nickname. It started when you started dressing up as Belle from 'The Beauty and The Beast' every single halloween. Jay kept the name to joke around with you, but it soon became a way that they called you to express how dearly they loved you.

"Have you thought about what your grandfather told Sunghoon?" The inquiry you made had caused Jay to get out of his trance. He looked at you with strange eyes, as if he was thinking about what he wanted to answer.

His grandfather had always been skeptical, also a little bit stressful. When the boys were just little kids, he kept talking about how they had to continue the family business. They were just five at the moment, and they didn't understand what he meant. But as they grew older they soon got a hold of the situation.

'Park Enterprises' has been a family business since 1962, exactly founded by Mr. Park, it started as a small office, a business to start technological advancements. Soon, the company grew to be huge, having three different branches in South Korea.

The enterprise had become an empire that had spread around the world. With different sucursals in Italy, U.S, even some countries of Latin America. It was clear that it was a very successful business, a well known name that was stuck to the public's mouth.

No matter what happened, the brothers saw this business as their future responsibility. They wanted to make their family proud, and they were ready for whatever they had to do for the family business, even if it was not what they wanted.

"If my family thinks that it's for the best, then I'll do whatever they want me to do." You looked at him, raising your eyebrows with curiosity and surprise. You always say Jay as a man that was stubborn and obstinate, if he didn't like something he would say it, and he wasn't someone to give in easily.

So, you scoffed. "That sounds so weird coming from you." He raised his head looking at you. Jay knew that somehow you were right. He didn't want to be brainwashed by his family, but that business was his family's pride and joy. He wasn't ready to let them down.

"What do you mean?" Jongseong pretended to be clueless. A sigh escaped your lips.

"Jay, you can't have kids when you are just 17." You stated calmly. "You also can't get married at your age, you are too young."

"They didn't say when they plan to engage me with someone." He muttered under his breath.

You slightly shook your head in disappointment, trying your best to alleviate the bad energy that you had just provoked.

"Also, do you even have an idea of who you want to marry? What exactly do you look for in a girl?"

Jay, then raised his head to look at you. He parted his lips getting ready to start talking, as if he already planned what to say even before you asked the question.

"I'm looking for a girl that is sweet, a girl that looks like an exact representation of the moon, but that her personality is just like the very rays of the sun falling into the ocean waves." He proceeded to stare at you, looking deeply into your eyes, as if he could read your soul. Jay's cat eyes shone from enchantment, anticipation, almost as if he was under a spell.

A spell that you might have put on him, his gaze was enough to make your heart race, and to make your fingers tingle from excitement.

"I want a girl who is intelligent and has a passion for learning. A girl that smells like cinnamon spice and vanilla. I'm looking for a girl whose lips will taste just like an exquisite dessert. And lastly, her eyes have to shine like the moon reflects itself on the water when she looks at what she loves and desires… Just like you, right now."

His last words made you blink in shock, you hadn't noticed how hard you were staring at him. But it seemed that at some point you might have been under the spell that he had been just a few seconds before.

"Sorry, it's just that your description sounded so poetic, I didn't know you could be so romantic." "There are some things that you don't know about me." He smiled.

You cleared your throat before proceeding. "Where have you seen a girl like that, anyway?"

You saw the boy get closer to you, moving his seat right beside you. Then, he moved his hand close to your locks, moving them away from your face.

"It might surprise you, but I'm staring at her right now."

a work by heecyon.

"la vie est belle"

This is how he looks at you when he’s pounding into you. His cock slamming deep inside. Thrusting his hips hard and gripping your sides aggressively. He loves to hear the noises you’re making and the faces you’re making. His own breath staggered and labored from the sheer force he’s giving you.

“Come on Y/N? Can’t take a little cock?”

“So pathetic, look at how you’re crying for me.”

“You like that tiny? Fuck yeah you’re so good for me.”

“Gonna cum deep inside and fill you up.”

“Take it like a good girl.”