The Plastics // Nakamura Kazuha (smau)

I’m going to be thin and I’m going to be great

I’m going to be thin and I’m going to be great

I’m going to be thin and I’m going to be great

I’m going to be thin and I’m going to be great

I’m going to be thin and I’m going to be great

I’m going to be thin and I’m going to be great

I’m going to be thin and I’m going to be great

I’m going to be thin and I’m going to be great

I’m going to be thin and I’m going to be great

I’m going to be thin and I’m going to be great

I’m going to be thin and I’m going to be great

I'M (NOT) FEARLESS , KIM CHAEWON

SYPNOSIS – when the volleyball club’s captain yn comes back home from the regionals triumphant but with no bitches, she turns to her best friend yeonjun, k high’s dance club vice captain who has a candidate in mind.

PAIRING – kim chaewon x fem!reader

CONTAINS – swearing, mutual pining, strangers to friends to lovers, fluff, smau, crackheads, gay panics, highschool!au, romance, wlw, mentions of mental health and sexual jokes, dumb idiots in love, oblivious mfs like are you blind?

FEATURING – le sserafim, choi yeonjun, park sunghoon, yang jungwon and mentions of other idols.

NOTES — photos that are used to portray yn is not supposed to claim what she looks like, only for the purpose of showing how that certain picture is supposed to look like. i do not own anything here except for the plot and yn. as this was made for fun, i am not assuming their personalities, their sexualities and how they act through phone and in real life. relationships between people here are purely fictional and only for entertainment purposes only. TAGLIST IS OPEN!

introduction ! K HIGH FINE GAYS DAYCARE

i. TWARS IN MU ETES

ii. i'll make her fold

iii. don't be a weirdo

iv. yeonjun in a bottle

v. ure next

vi. wonyoungieeeee

MY FIC RECS & LIBRARY enhypen

library = for me to easily find these smau's whenever I want to read.

♡ — my favorite (i love them all tho)

— SMAU (social media aus/fanfics)

DIMPLE BOY yang jungwon

BOOMERANG sim jaeyun smau — ♡ (complete)

CATCH US DISPATCH lee heeseung (complete)

WHAT'S YOUR NUMBER lee heeseung

SIMP FOR REDACTED sim jaeyun — ♡ (complete)

GUESS WHO kim sunoo — ♡ (complete)

EARFQUAKE yang jungwon — ♡

LOVING YOU yang jungwon — ♡ (complete)

MC ENEMIEZ yang jungwon — ♡ (complete)

JUNGWON'S NOONA enhypen hyung line — ♡

FATE ot7 enhypen + ot5 txt

FAVORITE CRIME park jongseong

LUCID DREAMS sim jaeyun

THE FEELS yang jungwon

RUNAWAY BRIDE park sunghoon — ♡ (complete)

LOVE IS (NOT) EASY nishimura riki

BRO CODE sim jaeyun + park sunghoon

CHOOSE ME! OR NOT? yang jungwon

ASAP maknae line

MY LOVE park sunghoon

WRONG NUMBER lee heeseung

IDOL CRUSH yang jungwon

WISHLIST nishimura riki

POLAROID LOVE yang jungwon

FIESTA yang jungwon — ♡

HEART SHAKER lee heeseung

I-STAN YOU kim sunoo — ♡

FIXED sim jaeyun — ♡

CRUSH sim jaeyun

THANKS TWITTER nishimura riki (complete)

TO MY: LOVER! park sunghoon — ♡ (complete)

BABY FEVER park sunghoon — ♡

HEY PREZ! sim jaeyun — ♡

MISERY BUSINESS park sunghoon — ♡

CRUSH CULTURE park sunghoon — ♡ (complete)

VLIVE CONFESSION park sunghoon — ♡

WE GOT MARRIED park sunghoon — ♡ (complete)

NOT YOUR FAULT park jongseong

PAPER RINGS sim jaeyun — ♡

THE GLIMPSE OF US lee heeseung — ♡

PRETTY U park sunghoon

SOUR GRAPES yang jungwon + kim sunoo — ♡

BACK 2 U sim jaeyun — ♡

PINK DIAMOND kim sunoo

READY TO LOVE park jongseong — ♡

more to be added soon!

*insert sunoo dolphin scream*

all for the sake of throne — psh (m)

pairing: king!sunghoon x queen!reader

genre: explicit, royalty au, marriage au, not minor friendly

synopsis: as a king, sunghoon was perfect. He was intelligent, kind, confident — basically everything a woman would want, not to mention how great he was in bed as the cherry on top. But why did his wife seemed to disagree? Did she really hate him or was it all an act? Sunghoon didn’t know, but he was for sure sick of hiding his feelings.

warnings: dom!king hoon, he’s a little annoying but in a hot way, lovers in denial, hint of e2l, small plot, bathtub s*x, unprotected s*x, mentions of kitchen s*x, cute love confession at the end, this is mostly cute imo

word count: 2.7k

note: this is practically my version of the even days on Queen Charlotte, enjoy 🫰🏼

Let’s get over with it, you thought to yourself, standing before the glorious gates of the king’s room as you pushed them open, walking inside with a confidence that was half fake. 

You did not like doing this, not one bit, yet you weren’t given the luxury of making your own decisions. 

After all you had one task — birthing a new heir for the throne, it couldn’t be that hard now could it? 

However it was, it really was hard with a person like him — with a person who’s not only a know it all but also as stubborn as a goat. 

Gosh, he was so annoying with his stupidly handsome face and no, you did not care if it was a treason to call him that. 

But the hardest part wasn’t the fact that you had to perform the “marital act” with him every other day on even days of the week, it was the fact that you had to hide that you actually liked it and that you were not being pretentious. 

Why the hiding, you wonder? Because he was a jerk, a great king for his nation, true, but a trashy husband to you. And if you were supposed to age together, he had to improve, whether he liked it or not. 

Which was why you were determined to get on his nerves just as much as he did to yours, thinking that it could make him question his perfect self, maybe for the sake of his marriage. 

And well, given that he also was tired of hiding his feelings for you, that sly plan of yours seemed to have hope. 

“We’re supposed to spend the night together.” You said as you stood before the bathtub that Sunghoon, who happened to be the mentioned king and husband, was bathing in, “It’s an even day today.” 

Oh yeah, right, even day, he thought as he eyed you up and down, lips curling up to a smug smirk which dictated the fact that he liked your nightgown. 

You looked astonishing, just like how you always did. 

It was really a shame that he won’t be telling you that though, since you were treating him as if he was your enemy ever since your first morning together, making him wonder what he did so wrong. 

I mean, you were newly wedded, both of you had given consent for this marriage so what was the issue? Why were you so mean to him? 

He honestly didn’t have a clue, but it was true that his patience was running out thanks to you, and your cute little grumpy face. 

“Leave us.” He ordered at the young man, his servant, who was standing by the door. 

As the young man followed his command, you slipped out of your slippers, trying to untie the knot above the tiny buttons of your gown to take it off of you, but failing miserably despite your continuous attempts. 

“Just get in.” Sunghoon bluntly spoke, eyes looking somewhat amused as he laid in the tub clothless, his muscular body full on display before you. 

Yes he was unbearable as a person, but let’s be honest, he was hot as hell — maybe even hotter thanks to his cockiness. 

Without rejecting, you did as you were told, stepping inside the warm water, letting it wet the long skirt of your gown as you kneeled in between his legs. 

He didn’t resist your touch once you wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him closer, lips resting merely an inch away from each other as you both sighed with expectation. 

He was the one that closed the unnecessary gap, pushing his plump lips that you secretly really liked kissing on yours. 

You leaned over as you kissed him back, placing your legs on both sides of his thighs, letting him pull you on his manhood with the grasp he had on your waist. 

He was eager, so eager, and why did you enjoy that? 

It felt like you were both in a rush to feel each other, almost as if you were doing this out of love and not because you were forced by the elders, aka his mom and her useless council of lords. 

Well, calling this love would be bold but one thing was for sure, and it was that no power in the world could force either of you into doing something you didn’t like. 

So yeah, despite the fact that none of you admit it, the even days of the week were for sure your favorite. 

The way you both hissed once his tip brushed over your entrance was a living proof of that as you broke the kiss for a brief second, wanting to take a look at his handsome face. 

He was frowning, biting his lips as you sank down on him, taking him more and more gradually until there was nothing left outside. 

Ugh that feeling — the feeling of him filling you up to the max, it was freaking perfect. 

His hands were now roaming on your body, caressing your back and playıng with your breasts over the thin fabric that weighed on you. 

He groaned once you started to rock your hips on his, digging his nails into your skin almost as if he was trying to leave a mark behind. 

The way you squeezed him tightly with your warmth was one thing, he was in love with it, true, but what drove him insane was the look on your face — the look of pure pleasure as you began to ride him, mouth gaping open to leave the most beautiful whimpers he has ever heard. 

Ugh seriously, how dare you could be so attractive when you were so rebellious? He couldn’t stand that, you know? 

You truly deserved a punishment for that, queen or not. 

Placing both hands on your hips, he led you into a faster pace, all the while sneakily making his way back to your lips, enclosing them with his needy ones. 

God he hated you, he hated to feel so needy for you, he hated the fact that he was burning for you while you treated him like shit, causing him to go mad all alone with the thoughts of you spiraling inside his mind. 

But he loved you, he loved you so much that he was enduring it for you, pretending to be okay with it all — pretending to be only doing this for the sake of the throne. 

Whereas he didn’t even care for an heir, not a single bit, no, he was just lying to not give you the upper hand. 

Because how could he just confess his wild love for you when you were complaining about how bothering it was to have him breathing in the rooms of your palace just the other day? 

Yeah, it was true that you made up for yourself after that with how you let him fuck you on the dinner table but let’s be honest, it was still really rude, even for you. 

He couldn’t just forget about that, could he? 

But honestly, he sort of really wanted to, especially when all he cared about was the way you made him feel every time he touched you, every time he made you his and every time he filled you up with his seeds — just like how he was about to do right now. 

“Close,” you mumbled, arching your back as you let your head fall behind, your lips separating from his to expose more of your gorgeous neck for him, “I'm close, do not slow down.” 

He scoffed, speechless at the audacity you had then again. You were giving orders to the king himself without a single care in the world, surely you were a mad woman, maybe as mad as him even. 

Or maybe you were his perfect match, just like his servant pointed out the other day. 

Giving a light squeeze to your buttocks, he trailed his hands on your body, reaching to your neck to wrap his hands around it. He didn’t forget to fondle your tıts on his way there, loving the way they were perfectly fitting in his palms. 

After his long fingers were placed tightly around your throat, he pulled you down, speaking against your lips before he kissed them, “You can be a lady for once and ask for it kindly, you know,” he whispered, sarcastic with his tone, “it won’t kill you, I promise.” 

“Please,” you replied, which was enough to surprise him as he froze in his spot, suddenly gulping down was an unmanageable task at the sound of your whiny request, “just don’t slow down, please.” 

Shaking his head, he tried to break the spell you just unknowingly casted on him, “See,” he cleared his throat, pretending his best to seem unbothered, “it was not that hard now, was it my queen?”  

“It was, actually,” you disagreed, pecking his lips with a shit eating grin on your face, “my heart almost stopped as I was saying the p word, my king.” 

He giggled, biting his lips as he moved closer to give you a proper kiss, his tongue melting on yours once he poked it inside your mouth.

Although the conversation between you could be called cute, his thrusts and his kisses couldn't be included in the same category. 

Guess he isn’t such a gentleman when it comes to making love, you thought, secretly enjoying this side of him. 

And by the passing second, he only became more and more aggressive, the pressure in between your legs increasing a crazy amount with every push of his hips. 

“Sunghoon ..” you called out for him in between sloppy kisses, struggling to keep yourself on your knees with the way they trembled. 

“I know, do not worry,” he whispered, feeling the same way as you, desperately craving his high, almost like a teen boy, “I won’t stop until you’re there, I promise.” 

And oh dear God, the list of things that he could sacrifice over the way you kissed him right now, it had no limit. 

This was the first time he’s seen you being so needy, so passionate and so defenseless with him that he couldn’t help but to wonder if the whole “I hate your existence” thing that you got going on with him was fake. 

Perhaps you were pretending just like him, but what for?

Now that he thought about it, maybe he hasn’t been a good husband to you and maybe — that was the reason behind your small riots. 

If that was the case, then there was hope for your marriage, which without a doubt was all he asked for.

For sure you had your reasons to be beefing with him, I mean he had many faults towards you — like leaving you all alone at the first night of your marriage just so he could ‘observe the stars’ in his private observatory, but in the bigger picture it really was not his fault either. 

He was raised to be a king, to be perfect, to be a scientist, to be a role model — not to be a husband unfortunately, and that hasn’t been a problem until after you’ve arrived.

Don’t get him wrong, he wasn’t complaining, it was just that your existence near him changed more than he thought. 

First of all it changed him and it really was harder than you could guess to adjust.

Just a few days back he was a young boy who did not care for anything else besides the planet Venus, yet today the only thing that he was thinking about was you, and what he could do to impress you, in hopes of making you hate him less.  

So to put it shortly, he just needed some time to make everything perfect, that was all. 

It was your pretty voice what pulled him out of his trans as you were calling for the name of god after his. Your body was collapsed on his, your arms wrapped around his neck while you were panting against his ear, putting your last drop of energy to your legs in order to be able to keep on bouncing upon him. 

“Shhh, you’re alright,” he whispered as he hugged your waist, taking some weight off your tired knees as he helped you with your movements using his strong arms, leading you up and down repeatedly, “I’ve got you y/n, it’s alright.” 

“I’m … I-I think I’m …” 

“Do it.” he cut your words, lips landing endless kisses on your neck as his grip tightened. His face was buried on your skin while he was trying to focus on his nearing high, hoping to arrange it at the same time with yours. 

And he was successful with it, the seeds of your future generation spilling from his thick shaft into you, filling you up all good like your previous times.

Neither of you were quiet with your climaxes as you both groaned and sighed, hands all over each other, desperately searching for a space to hold on. 

“Are you well?” he managed to utter after a while later, all breathless as he rested his face on your shoulders. You seemed just as exhausted as him, he could tell it from the way your heart was beating. 

Yes, it was so loud that he could hear it, wasn’t that so cute?

“Mhm, I’m .. uhh .. fine.” you replied, forcing out your words with your half closed eyes, trying to remove yourself from where you were sitting on top of Sunghoon with your weak arms. “I should leave you .. um, good night.”

Now that you were done with each other, it was time that you left, right? I mean, It wasn’t like you had any good reasons to stay anyway. 

Well, it looked like Sunghoon did not agree with you, not in the slightest bit. 

“Wait — ” he stopped you, raising his head from where it was resting on your chest to look you in the eyes. And your eyes, lord, they were so beautiful. “Don’t leave tonight, just stay,” he said, using his kindest tone, “please, y/n, I’m asking you.”

“But — ”

“No buts,” he shushed you, caressing your lips with his thumb as he pressed it on them, “enough with this cold war between us, let us put an end to it already, yeah?” 

You were left tongue-tied at his sudden offer, fluttering your lashes a few times as you observed his face. He was serious — sincere even, you could sense it with your heart, which was a first.

Were you surprised? hell yes, but this was a good thing. 

He was trying to show that he was willing to take the first step for you and needless to say, it was as impressive as it was cute. He was probably freaking out on the inside, hoping miserably for you to take a step towards him as well, so that the unbearable gap between you two would vanish. 

Clearing your throat, “Yeah,” you hummed, nodding your head,  “I’d love that.” 

“And no more even days or odd days,” he added, wrapping his arms around you even stronger, wanting to give you no space in case you tried to run away, “we shall have all of our days like this, together.”

Failing to stop your curiosity from getting the best of you, “But why now?” you asked. 

I mean this was sweet and all, like who wouldn’t want peace with their husband but, what happened out of nowhere? You wanted to know, you had to know so you repeated yourself,  “Why the change now?” 

“Because I want my wife every day of the week, regardless of the date,” he answered, his eyes never leaving yours as they burned a hole through your soul, “I love her too much to let another day go to waste without her near me, that’s why.”

Wait, did you hear that right? Did he just tell you that he — ohmygod, did he just confess?

“Y-you … you love me?” 

“I’m crazy about you, my queen,” he approved, a beautiful smile spreading all over on his handsome face as he leaned in to steal your breath with his lips once again before he whispered, 

“I’m as crazy as a mad dog for you, if only you could see.”

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I feel like this is the shit everyone in my life goes through and i feel that my future s/o would feel the same as won.

Hi! I was wondering if you'd do those text messages with bf!jw?

TEXTS WITH BF!JUNGWON —

synopsis: texts with bf!jungwon

tags: bf!idol!jungwon x f!reader, established relationship, fluff, crack, humour

warning: grammar and spelling errors, swearing, mention of injury and hospitals, may be out of character because i haven’t written for jungwon a lot

reblogs + comments appreciated

authors note: first request in awhile!!! i hope you enjoy and it’s to your liking anon!! i lobe writing jungwon in perpetual confusion and fear because y/n is always got something going on, poor boy 😔😔

authors note pt.2: i have an anime blog but i haven’t posted on it for awhile, but i kinda want to now because new season is out and teenager gojo is MY gojo yk?

[ 7:31 PM. ] ✿⠀، ── left 𝒰mbrella * . ࣪ ⭑

:¨·.·¨: w: none 🌥⠀⋆ ࣪ .

`·..·ˊ g: in the rain ! p: stranger!sh x f.reader

fuck.

it was rain season; which meant you now had to go home everyday drenched.

it’s not that you didn’t care, but you cursed under your breath for not checking the weather properly, exiting the school entrance only to be greeted with the claps of roaring thunder. god, you wanted to go home.

that’s why you proceeded to stay beneath the support of the building’s roof, deciding whether or not you should run home or just wait it out. but in hopes of the rain vanishing, all it did was the complete opposite.

appear even more.

a long sigh then escapes your lips, unable to figure the perfect time for take off. And while preparing yourself, you were just a second away from leaving—

right until a man stops you.

“excuse me?” a strong, deep voice calls to you, making you whirl around.

“—hm?” you hummed, immediately following the sound into shifting your attention to the found figure beside you.

a tall, black haired boy hovers over your view, instantly causing you to still in your footsteps due to the unfamiliar presence. you never expected anyone to show up at this hour.

especially an…

attractive person.

not that you haven’t grown suspicious of it, but needless to say, you didn’t care if you were going to head home late tonight just because of this.

and in the sense of romance, something told you to stay.

“could you hold this for a second?” sunghoon innocently asks you with the gesture of his umbrella. “I need to grab something real quick.” he dryly chuckles.

but the spark of pure happiness within you shatters in an instant, the assumption of you both in a love story exploding to bits.

“oh…s-sure!” you awkwardly smiled, hesitantly grabbing the handle off the palm of his hands.

“thanks.” grinned the other.

he began removing the strap of his backpack and unzipping it, fetching one of his notebooks to hold in his arms. that same process continued as you watched him pull the bag over his shoulder once more, ready to return his umbrella.

but before you were even given the chance to, sunghoon’s figure disappears in seconds the moment he starts dashing down the stairs, leaving you and his belonging goodbye.

“what? I—WAIT!” you shout, about to draw a hand but immediately pull back out of instinct.

wait a second.

you began to ponder, knowing one wouldn’t be this stupid enough to forget a belonging they’ve clearly asked for someone to hold.

especially since it was raining outside.

that’s kinda stupid.

but?

“oh my god.”

you suddenly felt your cheeks getting heated by the minute, lips agape, and eyes widening with surprise.

what was the realization, you may ask?

“he….did this on purpose.”

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it is most probably a mold. the designs are too complicated for simple measurements

Yknkw Yunho mentioned that for the hand accessories he wore for coachella were custom made. Now i know they probably just measured his hands or something, or maybe even just estimated lol. But imagine they wanted the accessories to fit perfectly onto his hand that they made a mold casting of his hand.

Like imagine somewhere at some jewelry shop they have a mold of Yunho’s hand.

Fuck robbing the jewelry im robbing that mold cast.

I think my brain wanted to forget this fact for my own sanity why would you remind me that 🤠🤠 like yes they probably have a mold of his hand or the measurements for one sitting around in that shop so bestie pls let's go steal that i have plans 😣😣

enemies to lovers+soulmates

tag your results!

I can't seem to open the link. Do you mind pasting the link?

The boyz reaction to their normally well-behaved sub s/o being bratty and teasing them.

Sangyeon

Tenses up when he feels your hand on his thigh under the table

Glances at you but goes back to eating

When your hand goes up he gives you a warning look

Deep breath through his nostrils

Grabs your wrist when you’re about to touch his clothed cock

Tight grip

Wipes his mouth with a napkin and asks for the bill

Doesn’t talk to you the whole ride home, but he grips tightly on the steering wheel, jaw clenching and arm veins protruding.

As soon as you walk into the house, he pushes you against the wall

Caging you, face milimeters apart from yours

Erractic breathing and dark eyes

“How dare you be so naughty in public? I thought you had learned by now how to behave. Do I have to teach you again?”

When you melt into his touch, he smirks

Thumb running over your lip and leaving a lipstick stain on your cheek and chin

He licks his lips and a dark chuckle leaves his mouth

Leans in and runs his tongue over your lower lip, then bites and pulls on it

When you moan at his touches, he knows he has you where he wants you to be

He makes you kneel in front of him, runs his fingers through your hair 

Unbuckling his belt and freeing his dick

“You’ll have to be responsible for your actions.”

Taps his dick against your mouth

“Suck it.”

Keep reading

[midnight thoughts: sunghoon + heart eyes]

pairing: park sunghoon x gn!reader genre/warnings: fluff ! very cute very suitable 4 all audiences ! / not proofread, povs might be a bit confusing?? it's written in 2nd person/3rd person omniscient but also in hoon's pov kinda?? idk ,, i hope that's able to be understood lolol <///3, also LOVESICK HOON <////3 wc: 0.8k (i could've written more but i liked where this ended) a/n: this goes out to all my hoon stans (ESP my hoon biased moots bc ik there's a lot of u MWAH ILY PLS ENJOY this is my apology for never interacting) / i feel like this is a bit different from my normal writing style so i hope this little ramble-y mess suffices !! <3

park sunghoon is sharp; the slope of his nose is precise and pointed, his skin is even and supple while still resembling a cool block of ice, and the fiery soul of a phoenix reborn from its ashes is hidden away behind his frigid gaze. but, when he's with you—an uncharacteristic spell of heat courses through his veins; the blood under his cheeks seems to boil as they turn an embarrassing shade of vermillion, and the mystic bird is freed as you unlock the cage he has built around his heart. the way you hold him in your hands is gentle, the way you touch him is kind, and the way you kiss him makes him weak.

when he's with you, park sunghoon allows himself the chance to be soft. he melts like the chocolate sandwiched between two cozy graham crackers; his brain turns to mush, his thoughts are blurred at the edges, and his bones feel a bit too much like jello. sunghoon doesn't bother to uphold his "cool guy" reputation when you're around because he knows you prefer the real him—the one that stumbles over his words after seeing you in his clothes, the one that can't make it through watching the titanic without bawling, the one who still tries to cook for you despite almost cutting his thumb off with a mandoline slicer.

a fool, but yours nonetheless.

however, in spite of all this pure adoration sunghoon harbors for you, he still can't manage to will those eight, little letters from his plush lips. they feel too small as they sit and marinate in his mouth; he turns them over with his tongue, running the muscle along each syllable and tasting the overly saccharine residue they leave behind. they're not enough, he thinks, they never will be.

so, until he finds the right words, sunghoon settles for quiet moments like these. a wall of storms is rolling in from the coast; through the open window in the dorm's living room, the refreshing scent of impending rain spreads throughout the space. soft bouts of rumbling thunder become white noise that is almost enough to lull him to sleep, and the weight of your head in his lap evokes a certain peace that settles over every inch of his body. as sunghoon runs his fingers through your hair, he giggles to himself each time you snore on the inhale. there's a patch of drool seeping into the fabric of his joggers, but he can't bring himself to care; to sunghoon, you are perfect—in every sense of the word.

in the darkness, sunghoon's phone illuminates your napping figure; squinting, he sees that the boys have messaged the group chat, but truthfully, sunghoon is far more concerned that the vibrations might startle you out of your slumber. glancing down at you once more, he picks up the device to take a quick look at the messages.

[jake] twenty dollars that hoon's ogling y/n when we get back

[heeseung] do u even have to bet?

[jay] yeah i feel like it's kind of a given at this point

[sunoo] i just hope they're not on the couch .. i'm trying to cast the barbie movie to the tv ://

[jungwon] good luck......where Else would they be??

[niki] as long as they're not sucking face idc.....

[me] ok gross ... we r not Sucking Face u Child y/n's asleep on the couch, so don't be too loud when u get back

[jake] BOOOOO GET A ROOM !!!!!

[sunoo] UGHHH why can't u guys be a cute couple somewhere ELSE??

[heeseung] hoon's too in love ... Obviously

[me] stay jealous losers &lt;3

with a small flick of his thumb, sunghoon switches his phone to do not disturb and places it face down on the arm of the sofa. as he gazes down at you, his eyes are filled with an immeasurable amount of appreciation and fondness and gratitude. he finds solace in the sight of the rhythmic rise and fall of your chest; your deep breaths are a melodious sonata accompanied only by the sound of rain pattering against the living room window. sunghoon feels his heart pounding in his chest, and he thinks it's a bit silly just how much of an effect you manage to have on him. he sits with his thoughts, staring at the wall before him; sunghoon ponders heeseung's text, and comes to the conclusion that the elder boy is right.

sunghoon is in love—with you, to be specific.

however, he decides that he's the perfect amount of in love with you.

slowly, the calloused pads of sunghoon's fingers graze over the planes of your face, traveling down to the exposed skin of your shoulder. gently, he traces countless, miscellaneous shapes into your flesh, hoping you can feel each and every one of the triangles and diamonds and hearts in your dreams. tenderly, he tugs the blanket that had slipped down to the taper of your waist back up to your clasped hands. quietly, sunghoon prays to the gods and asks for the courage to voice his emotions, despite knowing that there is no rush—there never is. not with you.

and after a moment, softly, sunghoon tucks a stray piece of hair behind your ear and murmurs, "i love you. more than you'll ever know, i love you."