+ Yungi

It's Mine

Sunghoon x fem!reader

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Word Count: 5,600

Warnings: angst (if you squint), creampie, dubcon, buntisan, jealous hoon, multiple orgasm, HARDCORE BANTUTAN? not proofread¡!

Isinara mo ang cellphone at umirap pagkatapos mabasa ang mensaheng pinadala ni Sunghoon. You were late dahil hindi ka makatayo at pagod na pagod ka. But Sunghoon, there he is, standing tall and attentively listening sa inoorder ng babaeng nakatingala sakanya. Magsinungaling ka man o hindi he’s so dreamy.

Sunghoon is your condomate, fubu and workmate sa isang small café malapit sa university na pareho niyong ina-attend-an. Hindi niyo naman talaga kailangan mag part time dahil pareho naman kayong may pera pero nagulat ka nalang na inaya ka niyang magtrabaho dahil ayaw daw niyang maburyo kayo sa condo. Pumayag ka dahil malapit lang naman, it pays well too. Dahil mukang dinadayo ito ng mga kababaihang nahuhumaling sa impakto mong condo mate. Napairap ka nanaman. Dahil magaling si Sunghoon magpakilig at mang uto. Kase isa ka sa mga nadadala ng mabulaklak niyang bibig, at makakalokong mga ngiti. Pasalamat nalang na maayos kang nakakalakad at kumilos dahil kung hindi ay baka nabato mo sakanya ang iced coffee dahil sa inis sa ginawa niya sayo kagabi. Halos hindi ka niya tigilan at inabuso ang puke mo!

Habang abala ka sa pagaayos ng mga cups sa lalagyan ay bigla kang nakareceive ng text from one of his friends, Heeseung. Hindi naman kayo close pero madalas ay nag-aaya siya ng date at panay update kahit hindi mo naman hinihingi. Ayaw mong mag assume na pinopormahan ka nito. Kaya kapag nagkakasalubong ang landas niyo ay casual ka lang na nakikipag usap sayo kahit madalas ay malagkit ang tingin sayo nito. Nagulat ka nalang nang biglang may humablot ng cellphone mo bago mo pa makita kung nagreply ba si heeseung o hindi.

“Wow ikaw inimbitahan pero ako hindi? Alam kaya ni Heeseung na tinitira kita-“ Ang lakas ng bunganga niya kaya hinablot mo mula sa kamay niya ang cellphone mo.

“Labas kana don!” Letse! Kahit kailan talaga nakakahiya ang bunganga ng lalaking ‘to! Walang pinipiling oras at lugar, talagang sa trabaho pa talaga. Parang sasabog ata ang ulo mo sa kahihiyan at pikon kaya hinubad mo ang apron at pumunta ng stock room para pakalmahin ang sarili.

Tinignan mo ang messages at napabuntong hininga. Buti nalang at hindi na siya sumagot pa.

Alam ng mga kaibigan ni Sunghoon na nagsh-share kayo ng iisang condo ngunit hindi nila ang alam niyong fuck buddies set up. Kahit ang mga matalik mong kaibigan na babae.

Fucking Sunghoon is a secret that you wanna keep. And it will stay that way.

Sinong tatanggi sakanya? Maliban sa gwapo at mayaman, talaga namang may ibubuga ang lalaking iyon! Talented, matalino, captain ng volleyball team, at masipag. Ano pa ba? Ayon, magaling sa kama.

Ang tanging flaw lang naman ni Sunghoon ay ang bastos niyang bunganga at ang pagiging babaero nito.

“So pupunta ka o hindi?” tanong ni Sunghoon na nakasandal sa hamba ng pintuan ng stock room. Nakahalukipkip at titig na titig sayo, malagkit at nantatansya. Umiwas ka ng tingin kahit na kumakabog ang dibdib mo sa kaba. Ang gwapo niya habang naka cross arms!

“Oo, inaya ako ng crush ko." pang iinis mo.

Umigting ang panga ni Sunghoon at unti-unting lumapit sayo. Napaatras ka. “Ano ba? Sino ang tao doon? Bawal tayo dito!” nagaalala ka dahil hindi dahil sa walang bantay sa cashier at counter kundi staying close with Sunghoon in this small space is dangerous. He’s a tease and you’re doomed dahil alipin ka rin naman ng libog para kay Sunghoon.

Tumama ang likod mo sa aparador ng mga stocks, dahil mas maliit ka kay Sunghoon at sakop na sakop niya ang katawan mo. Binaba niya ang kamay niya at kinapa ang puke mong kagabi niyang pinagsawaan.

“Masakit pa ba baby, hmm?” bulong nito habang minamasahe ang puke mong unti unti nang namamasa.

Napasingkap ka ng nilapit ni Sunghoon ang muka niya sa leeg mo at hinalikan kung saan ka nanghihina.

Sunghoon knew your weakness, and he’s well aware na its him. Kaya itext ka man ng kung sinong ponsyo pilato ay siya pa rin ang mangingibabaw sa paningin mo. He’s sure and he’s confident.

“Please Hoonie…baka mahuli tayo” ngumisi si Sunghoon

“Edi mabuti, para alam nila kung kanino ka, kung para kanino lang 'to." Sabay pasok niya ng kamay niya sa pantalon mong kanina pa pala nakabukas. Hindi mo man lang napansin dahil sa kaba at anticipation.

Napasinghap ka nalang ng maramdaman ang daliri niya sa tinggil mo at minahe habang kinakalat ang katas ng basang basa mong puke. Kahit inumaga na si Sunghoon kakakakantot sayo ay hindi siya magsasawa. Hindi ka nakakasawa. Gigising siyang sabik sayo at uuwi siyang sabik sayo. Kahit saan kahit kailan. Kahit sa harap pa ng maraming tao, he's that sick and twisted.

Nababaliw na ata si Sunghoon.

Though the score between you two is unclear, obvious naman na loyal si Sunghoon sa isa. Hindi siya tipo ng taong kantot kalimot at kung sino sino nalang ang kinakama. Kilala man siya bilang babaero at playboy ay wala siyang pakialam dahil hindi naman iyon totoo. Sadyang friendly lang siya at nasa ibang tao na yung kung mali ang pagkakaintindi nila.

Aminin man niya o hindi, ay hulog na hulog na si Sunghoon sayo. Mahal ka niya. Kung may manhid man sainyong dalawa ay ikaw yon dahil kung tratuhin ka ni Sunghoon sa tinitirahan ninyong condo ay parang asawa na. At kung magsiping kayong dalawa sa kama niya ay parang sampung taon na kayong kasal.

Hindi nga niya alam bakit gusto mong ilihim sa iba na may nangyayari na sainyo samantalang siya ay gusto niyang pagsigawan sa lahat na gusto ka niya. Na mahal ka niya. Na pag mamay ari ka niya. Kung pwede lang, at kung papayag ka. Ngunit ayaw mo at nirerespeto niya iyon. Tanga nga lang siya kung bakit ka niya inaya magpart time sa café na to, ang dami tuloy lalakeng dumadayo at panay ang porma sayo, na sinasadya niyang gaguhin ang order para hindi na bumalik!

Sa kabilang banda ay takot kang masaktan. Dala na rin sa previous mong relationship, dala ng trauma at takot ay hindi mo kayang sumugal sa pag-ibig. Pero nabali iyon ng nakilala mo ang nakakalokong lalake ito. Pero siyempre ayaw mo mag-assume.

“Ano? Sasama ka pa rin?” tanong ni Sunghoon habang masuyong hinahalikan ang pisnge mo hanggang leeg, ang kamay ay nakadapo sa bewang mo, dahang dahan pinipisil at minamasahe.

Napalunok ka at nagmatigas. Pupunta ka, at wala siyang magagawa. Single ka at nararapat lang na kumilala ka ng iba’t- ibang tao. Being fubu with him shouldnt be a hindrance.

“Pupunta ako, at wala kang magagawa Sunghoon.”

“Sasama ako y/n.”

“Bahala ka, pero mag isa akong pupunta, sumunod ka o hindi bahala ka!”

Binitawan ka ng binata at tumango. Masakit man sakanya ang mga narinig ay hinayaan ka nalang niya. Huminga siya ng malalim at inayos ang sarili pati ang gusot mong damit na malukot niya. Ang buhok mo and he also check your face.

Sunghoon is full of mixed signals! Sa mga gantong kilos ni Sunghoon ka nadadala, babuyin ka man nito sa kama ay hayop naman ito mag alaga pagkatapos. Katulad lamang nito. Napabuntong hininga ka nalang. Pero gaano pa ka-sweet ang ipakita niya hanggat walang salita para ikumpirma ang mga kilos niya ay wala rin. Hindi sapat ang aksyon lang.

Agad mo siyang itinulak at umalis sa stock room. Hindi mo kinakaya at hindi ka makahinga. Agad kang nagpaalam sa manager ninyo at pinayagan ka naman nito dahil alam nito na tuwing Biyernes ay mas klase ka pa.

Tapos na ang huli mong klase at balak mo sanang magpahinga pauwi. Dehado nga lang kase alam mong andun si Sunghoon. You remembered na dapat ka na palang maghadali because you have a party to attend to with Heeseung!

Pagkabukas mo ng pinto sa condo ay agad na bumungad sayo si Sunghoon na nagluluto ng ulam na sa tingin mo ay tinola. Wala suot na panitaas ang lalake at tanginang naka apron lang!

Natatakam ka man sa ulam na niluluto niya mas nakakatakam ata ang sadya nitong pagflex ng biceps at likod. Lumilikot tuloy ang utak mo sa kahalayan. Kung paano ka niya kinantot sa counter at kung paano ka niya pinatuwad habang nagluluto ka nood ng nirequest niyang pancit canton. Edi ang ending kumain siya na malabsang pancit canton.

"Pinaggagagawa mo?" singhal mo.

"Nagluluto? malapit na 'to kain na tayo" nakangisi pero malambing na saad ni Sunghoon. Nakakabaliw talaga. Hindi ba niya alam na nakakaasar na siya?

"Hindi ako kakain, aalis ako agad tinext na ni Heeseung kung saan yung party at sasabay na ko sakanya, mamaya andito na yun." hindi mo na hinintay ay magiging sagot ni Sunghoon dahil agad kang pumasok sa kwarto mo para maligo at magbihis. Maybe you really need to mingle with other people, hindi yung puro si Sunghoon lang.

Actually, medyo nagpaparamdam si Heeseung na gusto ka niya, wala rin naman kase itong alam sa set up niyo na fuck buddies kayo ni Sunghoon. Whatever happens tonight, happens nalang. Besides type mo rin naman si Heeseung.

Nang makapagbihis at ayos kana, you look at yourself one last time. You look hot, and pretty. Bigla kang naexcite sa magiging reaction ni Heeseung. You deserve this party and to get wasted dahil nag-aaral ka nang mabuti!

Lumabas ka ng kwarto at bumaba. Tapos na maluto ang tinola ni Sunghoon. Malinis at walang tao sa kitchen area kaya nagtataka ka. Mukang hindi rin siya kumain.

Naabutan mo si Sunghoon sa couch at nanonood ng TV, napabaling ang tingin niya sa pigura mo at napalunok. Tahimik at nagmamatyag. Tinigyan ka niya mula ulo hanggang paa. Umiigting ang panga at may matang mapanghusga. Bigla kang kinabahan at nahiya kaya naman pinili mo nalang magpaalam. Sakto naman na nagtext na si Heeseung na anjan na siya sa baba at naghihintay. Naghahadali kang umalis dahil hindi mo na kinakaya ang mga tingin na binibigay sayo ni Sunghoon. Pakiramdam mo malalagutan ka ng hininga!

Meanwhile Sunghoon was left speechless. He was hurt and angry. But most of all he's jealous. Pero titiisin niya. Iniisip nalang niya na baka umuwi ka bigla because you found Heeseung boring. Baka umuwi ka at bumalik cause you feel guilty. Baka bigla kang bumalik because you realize that its him that you like. Baka bigla kang bumalik at umuwi kase baka maisip mo na wala siyang kasabay kumain ng niluto niyang tinola. Baka sakali.

But minutes turned into an hour, walang y/n na bumalik. Sunghoon sigh.

Agad siyang tumayo at nagbihis. He can not take this anymore. Watch you leave and hang out with another men. At sa kaibigan pa niya? Fuck no. If you can party and hang out, he will do it too.

The ride papuntang club with Heeseung is...okay. Its not awkward pero nahihiya ka talaga sakanya. He asked you about your day and joke around which makes you laugh. He's sweet and an interesting guy. Pero may kulang. Bakit parang may hinahanap ka?

You shake that thought in your head and focus on Hesseung nalang. Nakarating rin kayo sa club and ramdam mong binakakuran ka ni Heeseung, his hand were at your waist as he greet people na kilala niya. As he greet them pinapakilala ka rin niya.

You reached the table and Heeseung guided you to sit beside him as his friends ordered a bunch of drinks na napalunok ka nalang dahil balak talaga nilang to get wasted.

You recognized this people, some of them are friends with Sunghoon, kaya nagtataka ka bakit hindi siya imbitado? Sabagay this is Heeseung's group of friends. Not Sunghoon's. At meron rin kayong group of friends ni Sunghoon na magkakasama kayo. Ang dami nilang kaibigan kaya minsan natatakot ka kung totoo ba 'tong mga taong ito sa isa't-isa.

You sigh and looked around, nawala kase saglit si Heeseung at naiwan ka mag isa with this unfamilliar people. Kakahanap at kakalinga mo sa paligid hindi nakaiwas sayo ang pamilya na pigura ng isang lalaki. With his broad shoulders and great physique hindi ka nga nagkakamali. Sunghoon is here. But he's not alone, may kasama siyang babae at nakaakbay siya dito.

You are not sure if he's who you think he is, hinintay mong luminga man lang ang lalake at noong hinarap niya ang babaeng kaakbay, ay tuluyan na ngang lumubog ang puso mo. Andito si Sunghoon at may kasama siyang babae!

Punyeta!

Nagliyab at galit sa iyong puso nang sa hindi malaman na dahilan. Inggit? hell no. Selos? hindi mo alam!

Naputol lang ang titig mo sa dalawang iyon ng biglang dumating si Heeseung at naagaw ang atensyon mo.

"Okay ka lang ba?" kinilabutan ka sa lambing ng boses niya sa pagkakabulong nito sayo. Naramdaman mong inakbayan ka nito at inabutan ka ng girls drink which you accepted and smiled at him. Nag usap usap kayo at maya't maya mo tinatapunan ng tingin ang gawi ng lalaking nagpapakulo ng dugo mo. You dont wanna be rude at ilabas ang phone mo to text him but who are you to do that right? You two are nothing but condomates slash fuck buddies. Just for tonight you want to forget about Sunghoon. You will try.

Tila may sarili kayong mundo ni Heeseung, you two are too close with each other and you cannot help but to admire how his eyes closes when he smiles and laughs. Nakaakbay pa rin ito sayo at napasandal ka na rin sa binata. His lips grazing at your ear as he whispers random stuff sa which sends shivers to your spine, and makes you giggle. Maybe this isnt so bad after all. His hands slowly touch your thighs and his lips slowly touching your cheek. Sobrang nakakakiliti ang ginagawa ng binata. You admit it or not its turning you on. He's so suave and sexy. Definitely the Hee rizz (which your girl friends jokes about) at your univeristy is real.

Komportable ka kay Heeseung and ramdam rin ito ng binata kaya malaya niyang hinihimas ang malambot at makinis mong hita. Maybe its the alcohol or maybe youre just horny. Pero nararamdaman mong namamasa kana. Tumitibok ang puke mo sa libog and Heeseung kissing your cheek every now and then doesnt help. Unti unting tumataas ang kamay ni Heeseung sa binti mo, nang malapit na ito sa kung saan ka namamasa ay biglang may baritong boses na nagsalita sa gilid ninyo.

Sunghoon asked a common friend kung saan pupunta club si Heeseung and he showed up unannounced. He saw kung saan kayo nakaupo at sinadya niyang pumuwesto kung saan madali mo siyang mapapansin.

He's having a few drinks, may nagugulat na andito siya and some girls came up to him to talk. Hindi niya mapigilan na silip silipin kung ano ang ginagawa mo kasama ng gago niyang tropa. Nang makita niyang nakaakbay na ang lalake sayo ay dumoble ang pikon niya. Bumibigat ang paghinga niya but kept his composure.

Nang nahuli ka niyang tumitingin tingin ka sa gawi niya ay napangisi siya. So you saw him huh?

Likas na kay Sunghoon ang maging mapang asar. At alam niyang pikon ka. Kung iniinis mo siya, ay lalabanan ka niya. He's that petty and he's in for some game. Alam naman niya na siya ang mananalo sa gantong laro. He will for sure enjoy this.

But as you and Heeseung enjoy each other's company and have your own little world ay unti unting nauupos ang pasensya na iniipon niya mula kanina pa. Putang inang kamay yan at gusto niyang putulin.

Sana hindi na niya lininga ang gawi niyo dahil mukang nagliyab ang selos sa kanyang puso. Hindi na niya kaya. Oo na, panalo kana. Oo na talo na siya. Selos na selos na siya. Hindi na niya kaya. As he excused himself and made his way to your table he will own you. Infront of Heeseung, infront of everyone in that goddamn table.

"Umuwi na tayo y/n" Sunghoon's voice took everyone's attention. Nakatingin lamang siya sayo, at unti unting nalipat sa kamay ni Hesseung na nasa hita mo pa rin. Nang hindi ka sumagot dahil hindi ka makasagot. Nagtataka sa inaasta ng binata. Sunghoon was not possesive in public, sa kama lang. Ito nanaman ba siya? Pinaglalaruan ka nanaman niya? Kasama ba to sa mixed signals niya? But no. Kahit papano ay kilala mo siya. He will never do such an act sa public lalong lalo na sa mga kakilala.

Agad na napatayo si Heeseung and greeted his friend but looks like Sunghoon's gazed was fixed on you. Seryoso ang muka nito at nantatansya.

He's slowly losing his confidence. Na sana umuwi kana, umuwi sa inyo. Umuwi sakanya. Na kasama siya. But he still stood still and waiting for you na sumunod sakanya.

Other people at the table might not feel it but Heeseung felt the tension between you and Sunghoon.

And there, Heeseung understood where he stand. Pero hinihintay ka niya kung sasama ka kay Sunghoon o sakanya.

"Ayoko Sunghoon! and leave us alone." you gather all the confidence left in you para masabi yon. Kinakabahan ka man, hindi siya mananalo tonight.

"You heard the girl bro, leave her alone."

"Isa y/n, sinasabi ko sayo. Umuwi na tayo." Matigas at may halong pagbabanta. Hindi pinapansin ang kaibigang nagsalita. Malapit na mapugot ang katiting na pasensya niya sa katawan. He cannot be stopped, not even his friend Heeseung. He's been driven by jealousy and strong feelings for you. Hindi pala niya kayang makita ka na nasa tabi ng ibang lalake. It should be him and always him. And he will prove it to you tonight.

"Pre, I think you should go-"

"Shut the fuck up bro, ano ka ba niya? Eh sa akin naman talaga yan umuuwi. Akin yang babaeng hinahawakan mo." There he said it. Napangisi si Sunghoon ng makita ang pagkalito sa muka ni Heeseung. Cause before it was clear that theres nothing going between you and Sunghoon. Ngayon lang nila narinig umangkin ng tao si Sunghoon. Kahit ikaw.

Kaya halos maputol ang hininga mo ng sinabi niya yon. It caught other people's attention. At wala kang nagawa kundi tumayo nalang at hilahin si Sunghoon paalis dahil nakakahiya na. Nakakahiya sa ibang tao lalo na kay Heeseung!

Nang hinablot mo ang braso ni Sunghoon ay dali dali mo siyang hinila paalis ng table at palabas ng bar. Ni hindi mo na inisip si Heeseung at hindi kana nagpalaam dahil sa kahihiyan na ginawa ng lalaking to.

Nang narating niyo ang parking lot kung saan nakaparada ang sasakyan niyang Mercedes G350d tsaka mo siya binitawan at hinarap. Nagkataon na walang katao tao sa parte ng hinintuan niyo kaya malaya mo siyang masisita.

"Ano bang problema mo? Bakit ka nandito? Can't you see na nagkakamabutihan kami ni Hee? Gusto ko siya, kaya lubayan mo na ako!" hiningal ka pa dahil sa naipon mong galit at inis. This is your chance to get out from his grasp. To start new with someone na may clear intention sayo. And he ruined it.

Pero habang nagbubanganga ka ay sa loob loob ng binata ay gusto ka na niyang mahalikan and he did. Stopping you from shouting at him. Maybe a hot kiss would stop you and he succeded.

Marahas at masuyo ang halik na ginawad sayo ng binata, all the frustrations, anger, and jealousy he felt a while ago vanished.

Pinasok ni Sunghoon ang dila niya at pinaglaruan ang pang ibaba mong labi making you moan. Kung saan saan na gumapang ang kamay ng lalaki at itinataas na ang hem ng iyong masikip at maliit mong dress exposing your perky ass. Not giving a fuck na nasa parking lot kayo. Sunghoon pulled you closer making you feel his hard on. Matigas and tumutusok sa puson mo.

Nilamas at pinalo palo niya ang pwet mo making you extra wet plus you two are in a public place doesnt help. Mababaliw kana sa libog.

Pero nagulat ka when Sunghoon stop kissing you and slowly fixed your dress. Binaba niya ang hem at pinatunog ang sasakyan.

"Umuwi na tayo. Lagot ka sakin."

The ride home was quiet but comfortable. Para kanina lang kamay ni Heeseung ang nasa hita mo, pero ngayon Sunghoon's veiny hand is slowly caressing your inner thigh. You're still turned on kaya nung lumitaw ang condo ay pareho kayong nagmamadali alisin ang seatbelt at umakyat sa unit ninyo.

Sa elevator palang ay sinunggaban kana niya nang marahas na halik. Masakit ngunit masarap. Kinagat kagat niya ang pang ibaba mong labi may halong gigil.

Habang naghahalikan napayakap ka sakanya, you wanted to be close to him. The closer the better. You both are thirsty for each other. This kiss washes away the jealousy in him, but it not enough.

The elevator dinged signalling na nasa floor na kayo ng tinitirhan niyong unit. He stopped kissing you at sabay buhaylt sayo making you yelped.

Kumapit ka sa leeg at binata, while he was unlocking the door. Once the door was open, tinulak ka niya sa pader sabay tulak ng paa sa pinto. You heard the door locked.

Agad ka niyang sinungaban ng halik, and stopped. "Alam mo bang selos na selos ako? Why did you let him touch whats mine? Akin ka lang y/n. Tandaan mo yan."

Wala ka na sa sariling pag iisip at tumango ka nalang. Basang basa na ang puke mo at hindi mo na kaya. You immediately strip infront of him revealing your body na nakasuot lang ng thong na itim.

Tayong tayo ang utong mo at naninigas, hinawi mo ang buhok mo so Sunghoon could see a clear view of your chest.

"What can I do to fix this jealousy of yours? Im here Hoonie, you can have me."

"Lets start here darling."

Sumandal si Sunghoon sa counter at kinalas ang sinturon niya. Revealing his tight boxers dahil sa tumitibok at naninigas niyang tite.

Nang mababa na ang pantalon ay agad kang lumuhod sa harap niya. Dahan dahan mong binaba ang boxers niya habang titig na titig sa mga ng lalake. You cannot wait to get a taste of him. His scent and cum excites your pussy. Kumikislot ang puke mo sa libog.

Nang maibaba mo na ang boxers niya at sumampal sa puson niya naninigas at malaki niyang burat. Jinakol ng lalake ang burat at hinila ang buhok mo papalapit.

"Gusto mo to?" Habang kinikiskis ang ulo ng titi sa bibig mo. Nalasahan mo na agad ang paunang tamod ni Sunghoon. Its sweet and it taste like him. Napapikit ka.

"Opo, subo ko na po please." Masuyo at malambing mong saad. Sabik ka na masubo ang tite niya. Nakakabaliw at masarap.

"Dila." Agad mong nilabas ang dila mo at dinuraan yon ng binata which you gladly swallowed tsaka ipinasok ang kahabaan sa bibig mo. You moaned which sent a delicious vibrations on his cock.

"Sarap ng bibig mo, ang init, shit sikip." You keep eye contact with him.

Tumutulo na ang laway mo ay puno na ng luha ang mga mata mo. Ang laki at ang bigat ng burat ni Hoon sa bibig mo.

Nagulat ka ng hinugot ng binata ang titi nito, tinayo ka nito at pinatuwad. "Tuwad, at ibuka mo puta."

Halos manginig ang mga binti mo, sabay ng paglawa ng katas mo at umaagos sa binti mo. Umiling si Sunghoon sabay pinagmasdan ang matambok mo puwet na nakatapat sakanya at ang matambok at maliit mong puke. He's obsses with your pink pussy.

Kaya pinasadahan ng kamay niya ang katas mo, inipon at ginamit pampadulas sa burat niya. Jinakol niya ang titi niya sa likuran mo. Nakatutok ang titi sa uhaw mong butas.

Habang ikaw nakatuwad, nakabukaka. Your pussy and ass all displayed just for him. You let him use you. Dahil nakakadagdag din ito ng libog para sayo. You just hope that kantutin ka na niya. To ease the pleasure you played with your nipples making you moaned.

But you yelped and stop what your doing when Sunghoon spank your ass. Bawat bigkas ng salita ay may katumbas na palo.

"Did." slap

"I". slap

"Tell." slap

"You." slap

"To." slap

"Touch." slap

"Yourself." slap

"N-no." Putangina. Imbis na masaktan ka, ay lalo kang na turn on. This is new.

Tinutok ni Sunghoon ang titi niya sa puke mo at tsaka siya nilabasan. Ramdam mo ang mainit, at napakarami niyang tamod. Nakatuwad ka pa rin habang naliligo ang puke mo ng tamod niya.

After Sunghoon came on your already dripping pussy with his cum ay matigas at tayung- tayo pa rin ang titi niya. He miss being inside you.

He immediately took his phone and took a photo of your pussy.

Hindi na bago sayo whenever Sunghoon took a video of you two fucking or him taking a photo of you doing the dirty. As long as it stays between you two, its fine.

After he capture a few, Sunghoon laugh and kiss your back. Sinakop niya ang katawan mo sabay pasok ng titi niya sa puke mo. Napatayo ka and arched your back. Napakapit ka sa counter at nilingon si Sunghoon na nakapikit at awang ang bibig. Sa libog, sa sarap at sensasyon na binibigay ng masikip at mainit mong puke.

Bawat ulos at kadyot ay umuuga ang buo mong katawan at tinutumbasan mo ng ng malanding halinghing. Umaalog ang malulusog mong suso at hindi nakaiwas sa malaking kamay ni Sunghoon. Pakiramdam mo ay mababaliw kana sa sarap.

"Lumaki ata ang mga alaga ko." May halong gigil ang paglamas ni Sunghoon.

"Siyempre masarap ka l-lumamas baby. Oh!" Sagad at dama mo ang ulo ng titi niya sa puson mo. Bumabakat at bumubukol.

As Sunghoon fucks his semen inside your red pussy from his assault. He moaned. The way you struggle to take him kahit ilang beses na kayong nagkantutan ay nadadagdagan ang kanyang pagkalalake. Talaga atang nahulma na niya ang titi niya sa pokpok mong puke.

"Sikip at init ng puke mong puta ka, paluwagin kaya natin to, hmm?" Nagagalit nanaman siya. Mas lalo niyang nilakasan at binilisan ang pagkadyot. Naaalala nanamn niya ang eksena kanina sa club. Magkatabi kayo ni Heeseung at hawak hawak nito ang binti mo.

"Lapit na ko Hoonie, ugh please.." Sabay rub ng clit mo to add pleasure. Sunghoon slowed down his thrust.

"Luwag na ng pepe mo, sa tingin mo kasya dalawang titi dito? Gusto mo ba yon dalawa kumakantot sayo y/n? Dalawang burat nakasalpak dito ugh-" The mention of threesome made you cum on his cock. Milking him. Kasunod mong labasan si Sunghoon. Na pinutok ang napakarami niyang tamod sa loob ng puke mo. Punung puno at mainit. Sumisirit ang katas niyo palabas which Sunghoon gathered and smeared your uices on your lips. You swallowed it and suck his fingers.

“Pokpok.” You hummed and released his fingers with a pop.

Your legs shook and he carried you papunta sa sofa. Doon niya hinugot ang titing niyang lumambot. He took the tissue box and wiped your pussy. Cleaning you up.

Nang komportable kana at malinis, nanaig ang katahimikan sa sala at pareho na kayong kalma from your highs at nagsalita ka.

“Totoo ba yun Sunghoon? Please, if kasama to sa mga biro mo hindi na nakakatuwa. You’re playing with me.” Hinarap mo siya at nagulat ka. Because Sunghoon was looking at your lovingly, theres a ghost of smile on his lips and his eyes are telling you that whatever he said at the club, to Heeseung is real.

He touch your boobs and starting to play with your nipples starting something inside you.

He stopped and breathed. He’s gathering all mental strength he left in him.

“Gusto kita- mahal kita Y/N. At nagseselos ako. Hindi ko pala kaya na makita kang kasama ng ibang lalake kahit kaibigan ko pa. Mahal kita matagal na. Kaya pasuso ako” Sabay dukwang sa suso mong nakalantad sakanya. Sinupsop niya at kinagat kagat ng dahan dahan ang utong mo. Parang sanggol na uhaw ang lalake.

Hindi ka makapagsalita! Gusto mong itulak ang ulo ni Sunghoon ngunit patuloy lang ito sa pagsuso distracting you from saying what your heart wanted to say. Napaungol ka nalang.

“Hoon! A-ano ba wait p-po” Hinihimas na niya ang puke mo sabay pasok ng isang daliri. Finally legging go of your nipple and he faced you na parang wala siyang finifinger!

“Tell me what you wanna say baby, and call me Daddy” Theres a playful smile on his lips. He often bite his lips, his fangs showing. He raised his brows urging you to speak up.

Pinakalma mo ang sarili mo at bahagyang binukaka ang mga binti so he could move his hand freely.

“I-I love you too Sunghoon.” He added a finger.

“hmm?” seryoso ka ba Sunghoon? Mukang hindi siya satisfied sa sinabi mong mahal mo siya. Kaya kumandong ka sakanya paharap. Ang basa mong puke ay dumidikit sa titi niyang unti unting naninigas.

Hinawakan mo ang titi niya at jinakol nang dahan dahan, he threw his head back from the pleasure and he moaned as you rub your clit using his pink tip. Lumalabas ang paunang tamod na kiniskis mo sa puke mo. Seperating your pussy lips. Turning him even more as he watch what you’re doing.

“Puta ka talaga, kantutin mo sarili mo. Use me as you like. Alipin mo naman ako. Dahil mahal kita” Itinass mo nang bahagya ang sarili at tsaka mo inupuan at ipinasok ang kanyang malaking titi sa puke mo muli. You heart swelled and ache as he said it. Mahal ka ni Sunghoon.

Kumapit ka sa dalawang biceps niya at nasimula kang gumiling. Youre so full. Umaalog ang dalawa mong suso sa muka niya and he seems to enjoy it.

Dinukwang niya ang muka niya sa dibdib mo at sumuso muli.

“Ang sarap ng suso mo, may gatas ba to? Lagyan natin? Buntisin nalang kita?” Napaka bastos ng bunganga pero sobrang nakakalibog. Kahit mangawit ay bigay todo kang umulos sa titi niya. Sabik muli maramdaman ang mainit niyang tamod sa loob mo.

Tumango ka which made him smile. Hinawakan na niya ang bewang mo at sinabayan ang iyong pagbayo pataas. Making you shake with pleasure. Lasing na lasing kana sa tite at kantot.

“Gusto mo? Dahil bubuntisin talaga kita, at wala ka ng kawala. Say good bye to your men.” Bigla ka niyang tinapon sa sofa at tinira ka doggy style. Tinitira niya ang iyong g-spot making you scream and roll your eyes. Sa ganitong posisyon mukang mabubuntis ka talaga nang wala sa oras, pero wala ka ng pakialaman.

“Hoon- Daddy! La-lapit na po ako Daddy.” Malandi mong ungol to urge him to come.

“Ayan na baby, take it all. Tangina buntis ka sakin.” Gigil na gigil sabay putok ng mainit na tamod sa loob mo. Hingal na hingal at pawis na pawis kayong dalawa. Tumabi sayo ang binate, nasa loob mo pa rin ang burat niya. Keeping his cum inside you. Cockwarming him.

“Dito muna siya, we don’t want to waste any cum, yeah baby?” Sa pagod at tumango ka lamang. You sign and kissed him. Caressing his sharp jaw and running your fingers through his soft hair.

“Simula ngayon, its me, and no one else. Naiintindihan mo ba ‘ko Y/n? Ako lang. Ako lang dapat. At ako lang naman talaga.” May diin,at  sinseridad ang bawat salita ng lalake. So its clear as day. Sunghoon is in love with you.

“I’m sorry for making you jealous.Hindi na mauulit. And I promise, that I’ll go home to you, I’ll eat your tinola and sinigang.” You two laugedh. The atmosphere is cool again. Sunghoon is back on his playful self. Naramdaman mong lumambot na ang titi niya sa loob mo but no one decided to disconnect you two. Nagcuddle kayo habang nakahubad sa sala. This is your love nest.

“Can’t wait na mabuntis ka ‘tol! Kaya ko naman bumuhay ng sampung bata, hanggang college wag kang mag-alala!”

“Putang ina mo hayaan mo munang makagraduate tayo! At tsaka diba magpipiloto ka pa? At ako gusto ko pang magbusiness ng small cafe!” Sabay kurot sa biceps niya.

“Yung pagpipiloto madali nalang yon. Yung business okay na kaya.” Tila abala sa paglalaro si Sunghoon sa mga daliri mo.

“Manahimik ka, kulang pa ipon ko sa pang business ng dream café ko.”

“Bon Café.” Huh?

“Hindi naman ako magtatagal doon Hoon, baka after I graduate umalis na rin ako.” You sigh, talagang nakakatakot ang future.

“Slowpoke. Bon Café is mine.’ Napaangat ka sa sofa at tinignan siya like he grew two heads.

“Are you serious? Kaya pala-“

“Malaki ang sahod mo kesa sa regular na tauhan? Yes. That café is mine and what is mine is yours.”

Napatakip ka ng bibig sa gulat. At hinampas siya s abraso making him hiss.

“So the business is fine, my pilot game is on the way. Ano pa hinihintay natin maliban sa graduation?”

Mukang mamatay kana sa kilig at saya. Napaselos mo lang si Sunghoon biglang nagkaplano ang buhay mo. You couldn’t be happier.

So you kissed him. Before he could say anything, you kissed him with all your might, pouring all the emotion into the kiss. You’re so happy.

Sunghoon pulled away from the kiss before it turned into a hot make out session.

“You trust me? Your ex fuck buddy now boyfriend and future husband. You trust me?” Please say yes unta ni Sunghoon sa kanyang sarili. He may be confident pero nawawala ang angas niya sayo. Kahinaan ka niya.

Nangilid ang luha mo because finally after all the mixed signals, the red flags and action without words. He finally set the score.

“Yes, I trust you.”

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Thank you guys for your patience! Thank you for waiting for Sunghoon. This is a request. I hope that you give this alot of love and a few words of encouragement and praise! Also Thank you for more than 700 followers!

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I will not act like a hoe for Sunghoon. I will not act like a hoe for Sunghoon. I will act like a hoe for Sunghoon. I will-

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wanna kiss sunghoon’s lips

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.

I wanna get thin just so that i could wear these kinds of clothes. Any tips to get it?

distraction: Park sunghoon

Contains: kissing/ making out , best friends brother , sneaky sex , unprotected sex , includes morning after, sunghoon has a big dick, let me know if i need to add more,

it was pretty much a typical weekend for you and your best friend Meera , sitting in her room sitting and talking , the occasional talk of sex , “oh my god i hooked up with heeseung last night!” she suddenly exclaimed “ are you kidding me? no way” you both look at eachother , she was so excited , “ yeah and he wants me to come over again tonight but i don’t know how to get past my brother”

she said with a small pout “i can cover for you?” you offer “really!?” she almost yelled im excitement “ yea i’ll leave your window open so you can sneak back in tomorrow morning? ” you suggest a idea “ oh my god! thank you so much Y/N! pleas distract sunghoon for me somehow , just tell him i’m sick or something” she pulls you into a hug before climbing out her window “good luck!” you yell before sitting the window shut , so it looks closed but isn’t locked.

you sit in her room for a couple hours on your phone , 10:42pm “i’m hungry” you said to yourself before walking down to the kitchen , you seen her brother sunghoon leaning over the kitchen counter drinking a glass of water, watching his show on the TV at the same time.

“oh looks like someone’s alive , where’s meera?” he asks you , putting the glass in the sink.

“oh uh she’s not feeling well so she went to bed a bit earlier” you lie , trying to put on a smile, “oh okay” he says before walking by you , and back to the living room sitting down. “ come sit here , you might get sick from her if your near her?” he offers a spot on the couch next to him , you gulp. “u-uh yeah let me get some food first i haven’t eaten in hours” you end the sentence with a small laugh “ do you want me to make you something?” he offers again with a smile , “it better than just snacking” he adds on, “are you sure? you don’t have too hoon” you question his offer , “yeah of course what do you feel like?” he stands up and makes his way back to the kitchen opening the cupboard. “mm i’m not sure what do you have?” you ask coming to stand next to him. “mm what about pasta?” he asks , turning to you. “sure!” you agree , he grabs the box out of the cupboard, before grabbing a pot and the rest he needs to set up. “do you want me to help you?” you offer , he turns around from the stove to look at you “ do you wanna make a salad to have with it?” he asks pointing at the fridge “ alright” you walk toward their fridge opening it “woah your fridge has been rearranged since i was last here! where’s your vegetables?” you turn to him asking, “oh” he walks over and stands right behind you leaning over you pointing at a box of vegetables , “here they are” he says grabbing it and passing it to you, you slightly stumble making him place and hand on your waist out of instinct.

after the pasta was cooked , you were still chopping vegetables so he had come over to help you , once again standing behind you to help you. you had turned around completely forgetting that he was there , as you did so he put his hands on the bench behind you , caging you in , you look up and him staring at his lips , they looked so soft and kissable , “hoon-“ you were cut off when he slowly moved his hands to your waist and connected your lips together , your hands went up to hang around his neck , you let out a small moan when his tounge slid into your mouth , deepening the kiss. he pulled you even closer walking you over to the living room , slamming you against the nearest wall, a groan left his mouth when you tugged on his hair , when he pulled away for a breath you let a whine out at the loss of contact.

he laughed and pressed his lips back onto yours , smiling into the kiss at the way your hands tugged at his hair again. his hands ran up and down your sides , before running them up and into your shirt, feeling your bare sides, he pulled away again , sliding his shirt over his head and throwing it onto the floor. you stood in front of him staring at his well toned body , his abs and how his muscles were sculpted, you could tell he worked out, “you done staring baby?”

he laughs before grabbing your waist pulling you into another kiss , he pulled your shirt over your head slowly , being able to feel more of you , still kissing you , he taps your thigh signalling for you to jump up , you do so as he carries you over to the couch , his hands fiddling at your bra , unclasping it and throwing it to the floor , he grabs the waistband of your silk pyjama shorts and pulls them down , adding to the clothes all over the living room floor. he pulls from the kiss again , breathing heavily , he runs a hand through his hair , he pulls down his sweats and comes back to kissing you, he grabs the top of your lace panties , playing with them for a bit as you roam your hands down his back and back to his hair, tugging at it when he pulls your panties off. he then pulls down his boxers , he pulls away , grabbing your hand and standing you up, he takes you back to the kitchen , turning you around and bending you over the counter he runs his hard cock over your slit teasing you , you whine out at him “you ready baby?” he assures you want it , you nod frantically.

he pushes in as you let out a loud whine , he’s fucking massive.

he throws his head back and the feeling of how wet you were, you were so tight aswell, he keeps slowly pushing in until he bottoms out, his tip kissing your cervix , he then starts to thrust into you harshly , you were moaning and whining out loudly, “f-fuck hoon! your so b-big” gripping at the counter as hard as you could as he pounds into you from behind , he leant over , pacing a few kisses on your neck before leaving a few small bruises, your moans were extremely loud , not surprised if you had woken the neighbours, tears rolled down your cheeks as you kept moaning and whining out his name , “f-fuckkk sunghoon!” you scream his name when he starts to ram your g-spot , you were getting close and he could tell , still relentlessly pounding you , “fuck fuck fuck! sunghoon i’m gonna cum!” you whine out “yeah? cum all over me baby “ he encourages you , quickening his pace chasing his own orgasam, “fuck! yes! sunghoon fill me up please! please cum inside me please!” you moan out a small puddle of tears growing on the counter below you, “yeah? want me to fill you up ?” he groans “yes! fuck please hoonie!” you beg him , “sunghoon! oh my god!” you scream out as you cum all over him , the clenching sending him over the edge “fuckkk” he hisses out as he fills you up , leaning over you placing a kiss on your neck. you both stay still for a minute or so regaining strength before he pulls out and grabs your waist. he laughs at your fucked out state , wiping some of his cum that was dripping down your thighs up with his thumb , before bringing it to your mouth as you suck his finger clean.

he picks you up and carries you upstairs to his room , gently laying you down on his soft sheets before getting in himself , rolling over to grab your waist , falling asleep.

The next morning

you woke up the next morning , the sun shining through his curtains , you wriggle around stretching as you feel his arm tighten around your waist , a small groan left his throat “mmm five more minutes please baby?” he keeps you in place “ fine” you agree snuggling back up into his embrace and warmth

on the other hand , meera had just arrived home , she ended up going through the front door , figuring sunghoon would still be asleep anyways , she walks in the door taking of her shoes , when she gets to the living room she freezes as her jaw drops.

“what the” she whispers to herself seeing sunghoon’s shirt, sweats and his boxers in different spots on the floor, she eyes the rest of the room to see a girls silk pyjama shirt and shorts , along with a bra and panties , “are they Y/N’s?” she says to herself inspecting them “they are..” she walks upstairs peeking into sunghoons room to see you both naked perfectly asleep, “oh my god?” she whispers to herself before pulling her phone out of her pocket laughing and taking a photo. she shut the door and went back to her room.

when you and sunghoon had eventually got up , realising both of your clothes were still downstairs he gave you one of his hoodies and a pair of his sweats , as he got dressed him self only putting on a pair of shorts , he couldent be bothered to put on a shirt , helping you downstairs holding your waist as you were a bit sore. you both picked up your clothes going back to his room, you changed into your pyjama shorts , still keeping his hoodie on “stealing my hoodie are we love?” he laughed at you “mhm” you let out a tired response throwing yourself onto his soft bed again “i love you y/n” he says looking at how comfy you looked letting out a small laugh “ i love you too hoonie” you pull him into a kiss before getting up “ i gotta go check on your sister i’ll be back okay baby?” you say shutting his door before going to meeras room

“y/n oh my god i need to tell you all about my night!” she says as she drags you in to her room sitting down, you listen to her ramble on about how her night with heeseung went , and how they hooked up and blah blah blah , then she asked why you and sunghoons clothes were in the living room , and why she seen you in his bed this morning “oh after you left i went downstairs for food and he was there , so we made pasta together and somehow ended up uh fucking” you laughed

meera was so excited “FINALLY!” she said shaking you , “ow fuck” you whined when she touched your hip , she lifted up your shirt a little to see his hand print on your hips from gripping you so hard “woah yous really had some fun” she raised an eyebrow at you”

“ you told me to distract him” you shrugged with a laugh

the end 😍

hello and welcome to my blog ! after a while without posting, i have finally decided to break my silence bringing an enhypen reaction !! so this is enhypen’s hyung line reaction to when you cut your long hair and get yourself a pixie/bob cut.

warnings: none, i guess. ★ genre: fluff, i believe. ★ word count: 437 words.

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ᐢ..ᐢ  .. ! % heeseung: i feel like you were already joking around like “oh, what if i cut my hair”, but he didn’t actually believe that you were capable of such a thing. specially because your hair was almost hitting your waist, it has never been this long. heeseung loves your hair, honestly. the color, the texture… the length. when he saw that you had a haircut, at first he wouldn’t recognize you. then, he would be stunned because, HELL YEAH YOU NAILED IT!!! how could you look so attractive with long AND short hair? i feel like he would be dramatic like “you killed my lovely hair” but he would have so much fun playing with your exposed neck.

other members after the cut

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ᐢ..ᐢ  .. ! % jongseong: probably he was the one to give you the idea to get a haircut. he even helped you choose it. you were complaining about how everything seemed the same and how boring your hair was, when he came up with the idea for you to cut your hair just to experiment it. hair grows back, as we all know. so he didn’t really make a big deal of getting the haircut. however, when he first got his eyes on your exposed neck, HE WAS PETRIFIED. 

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ᐢ..ᐢ  .. ! % jaeyun: giggles every time he sees you since he was already planning on how to smoothly give you a neck kiss. he likes the idea of having your neck exposed, since it’s one of his favourite parts of your body. he loves to see it how delicate you look when you put a dress on and your new haircut wouldn’t change it. jake just loves it how you look soft and fierce at the same time, you look different and unique. It’s like you’re a new type of flower and he was the first one to own it. HE WOULD DEFINITELY SHOW YOU OFF!! “hey matte, do you see that pretty girl? oh, yeah. she’s my girlfriend. pretty, right?”

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ᐢ..ᐢ  .. ! % sunghoon: sunghoon would definitely flirt with you! “who are you, lady? my girlfriend is a jealous woman, but i guess she wouldn’t mind if i say you’re pretty” and you can’t look me in the eye and say he wouldn’t be like “wow you look even prettier than before” and then he would go like “ofc you do, you’re my girlfriend”. sunghoon would actually get shy over the fact he finds you even more attractive and would even try to make some jokes to hide it, since no matter what, he loves you and sometimes this love can be really physical… if you know what i mean. 

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anyway loves, hope you like it. stay tunned for more. maknae line's reaction is comming up soon! <3

This is so cute. I love it.

I TOUCHED A VASE | p.sh

STARRING: potter!Park Sunghoon x florist!fem!reader

RUNTIME: 7.7k

SYNOPSIS: Your relationship with Sunghoon was strictly professional, albeit amicable. He would create beautiful ceramic vases that you'd commission for your display, and you supplied him with a collection of seeds he’d use to grow his own personal garden on his balcony. Sunghoon always felt like the two of you were walking around a glass vase that would break with a single wrong step, but sometimes he feels like he needs to make that first step into finally knocking it over.

GENRE: Romance, some levels of angst, magical realism, soulmates!au

WARNINGS: PG13+ | Slight mentions of familial death

DIRECTOR'S CUT: Another @/dhoya repost because I couldn't let this one go. Made minor changes here and there, and in a way, this was a little bit of a warmup when I initially wrote it like two years ago. I'll be producing shorter works called "short films" which will mostly be my writing warmups to take a break from my longer works. Expect more soon (i.e. Birds of Paradise Sunoo but imo that's gonna be refurbished into a full longfic because there's so much lore). Who knows? This might be refurbished into a longfic someday, but I have my priorities and I'll complete them accordingly before expanding on this one.

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The place where Sunghoon feels the most ease is in his studio. The low hums of the pottery wheels reverberated across the vast emptiness of his four white walls as he continued to shape his recent work. A string of sighs escaped his lips as he continued to dirty his fingernails with the smooth batter of clay. He’s shaped a myriad of ceramics, but his fingers can never be satisfied. Did he put too much clay? Was it not enough? Is the shape suitable for the design he thought of painting?

He was always a perfectionist—even more so after meeting you.

Dates were never something he bothered to remember unless they had to do with his job. He was quite terrible with birthdays, but he always had specific exhibitions and showcases etched on the back of his head. Sunghoon has always surrounded himself with the earthy smell of clay to the point where he didn’t bother leaving his studio for trivial matters such as restocking his endless cupboard of instant food. He was a man that breathed his craft to a dangerous degree—and if it meant sacrificing some basic necessities, he didn’t mind.

The same went for romantic partners. He wasn’t too big on love like many artists, and he’d go as far as to say pottery was his first love. Ever since feasting his eyes on the pristine porcelain finish of a Joseon Dynasty vase, he devoted his life to perfecting his skill as a potter that upheld tradition. He was aware of his appearance and charm, considering how many exhibition patrons lined up to say a word or two to him. Some of them caught his eye, but his innate stoicism took over, often dismissing these encounters with a humble smile.

The date was an event that he had tattooed on his upper forearm. 23.12.08. Ironically, it was his own birthday, but that wasn’t the first thing that came into his mind when he looks upon the Korean characters on his arm.

How he hasn’t made a major move since two years of meeting you completely baffled him. After all, he was a smart talker. He was quite confident in his stride, and he carried himself well. It was one of the biggest reasons why he had regulars in his little shop—he won them over with each sales pitch, a cup of warm tea, and an inviting grin. Sure, he often disregarded his patrons as mere customers that would pay his rent, but he knew they thought otherwise.

He wasn’t too sure, but a growing part of him began to convince himself that it was the opposite when it came to you.

His first meeting with you was when his doorbell rang three times. It was a moody afternoon, and the clouds were grayer than his current concoction of loose clay. He was in the middle of creating the last batch of ceramics for another showcase he was invited to, so he considered anything outside of his work on this particular day an interruption. In times like these, he tuned everything in his environment out—focusing his entirety on nothing but his craft. It was an automatic process of fishing out wet clay and shaping it with the wheel until he gets the shape that he wants. Sometimes it would take a few spins, but it would often take him the whole day to stop himself from overworking the clay—even then, he never went too far. Clay dried out quite quickly, and he was more than willing to sacrifice artistic integrity for efficiency.

He was a quiet worker, so it was natural for him to ignore the doorbell. The shop was usually closed for a long period of time when he was working on a set of exhibition pieces, and today was such a day. However, the doorbell continued to ring until its whiny chimes were replaced with light knocks on the door.

“Hello? I know you’re in there, Park-ssi. Please let me in or these flowers will die.”

His head jerked up in annoyance. He didn’t mind sociability, but he didn’t like disruption in any form.

Despite the mildly aggressive tone, he didn’t hear any malicious intent in the voice outside of his door. For the loud motors of his electric pottery wheel, the voice was audibly loud and clear.

“Come in, the door’s unlocked.”

Sunghoon had a bad habit of keeping the doors to both his shop and studio unlocked. It used to be convenient, but ever since making a name for himself, it became a huge problem. He’d often be met with the pushy demeanor of his so-called “fans” that asked him about his private life more than his work.

The click of the door was completely drowned by the hums of the pottery wheel as he continued to spin his craft. He didn’t bother to look behind him since his priorities lay in perfecting the shape of a vase he was planning to showcase at the exhibit. While he was known for reviving traditional Chinese porcelain pottery, he decided to fuse the intricacies of its painted finish with a futuristic, angular shape. After all, even he found it boring to stick to the same thing—no matter how beautiful a classic, old-fashioned design can be.

After what felt like hours, he took the weight of his foot off of the wheel’s pedal. The quick gears of the wheel’s motors stopped in a second, engulfing the entire empty studio in sheer silence. A satisfied hum escaped his lips as he admired his new vase. It wasn’t anything special, but visualizing how he’d paint it gave him a burst of energy that recharged him instantly.

“That looks like it’s gonna be a nice vase! I’m sure it will look good with these flowers!”

This time, he jerked his head towards the voice, almost dropping what he spent the entire day working on. He couldn’t tell the age of the person in front of him, but there was a unique glow that surrounded you as you held a basket full of flowers tight. At the time, he placed the blame on the marmalade hues of the afternoon skies, but now he begs to differ. Maybe you truly had an innate brilliance to you.

He held his clay-ridden palm in the air before jogging towards the large glass window of the studio. In front of it was a bundle of flattened newspapers laid out with an assortment of plain, ceramic vases that bathed under the spring sun. He made some space for the vase in his hand, and then gently placed it next to a spherical clay sculpture. Once he was done, he haphazardly took his apron off, throwing it on top of a nearby chair.

“My hands are a bit of a mess right now, but who are you, and why are you here?”

He did his best not to touch anything. You placed the basket on a table by the glass window, making sure the sun’s rays hit each petal.

“I’m a florist. A woman named Madame Mo stopped by and told me to deliver these to you since it was your birthday. She said she would’ve done it herself, but her duties as a so-called “socialite” eventually won her over.”

There was a hint of disdain in your voice as you continued to describe Madame Mo—which was something he somewhat empathized with. Madame Mo was someone who was aware of her “old money” privileges amongst the Korean elite, and she had an air of haughtiness to her—as if she could buy Sunghoon whole. He felt bad for her status as a widow and understood—to some degree—her overbearing attraction towards him, but customers were dealt with professionally. It’s not like he’d go for her if the circumstances allowed it, but he would’ve allowed her to at least be his friend.

A drawn-out, monotonous hum escaped his lips. He completely forgot about his own birthday. He also forgot that there was a flower shop near his studio. As if you saw right through him, you tried to stifle a laugh.

“Working on your birthday sure seems tough.” You said, admiring the bouquet that you picked out for him. “I usually take a day off on my birthdays, unless funeral-related orders happen to be on the same day as my anniversary on this planet.”

You gave him a warm smile, and he felt his heart race. He couldn’t wrap a finger around it, but there was a strong magnetism in your presence that pulled him towards you. At the time, he attributed it to your face and occupation—you had the features of a person he’d find extremely attractive, and you were in the same field as him to some degree. Aesthetics were an integral part of both of your occupations, and so he was aware of beauty when he saw it. 

He cleared his throat, finding ways to make you stay. His eyes scanned through a shelf of vases he’s made for himself.

“It’s my birthday, huh?” He mumbled. He already had a scenario in mind—being the idealist that he is. The only thing that bothered him was the execution. Even if he loathed social gatherings and after-parties, he was thankful that they helped him foster his charisma through sheer trial and error.

Your eyes followed where he stared and admired his craft. A sigh of awe echoed in the studio, bouncing off of all the walls that encased his artistic outlet.

“Do you want me to help you transfer the flowers to one of those vases or something?”

His eyes widened as he snapped his head in your direction. You were now beside him, eyeing each vase with a pensive gaze. There was a telepathic wire that connected your brain to his, and it took some time for him to realize that it has always been there from the start.

Nonetheless, things were going the way he pictured it. In a common occurrence, expectations never match up with reality—what unfolded right before his eyes was too good to be true.

“Yeah, if that’s okay with you,” He replied, swallowing a stutter that was emerging from his throat. “Also, can you help me pick a vase? I only make them, so I don’t know what type of flowers can complement the design and whatnot.”

You beamed with an infectious joy that day, which he inferred to as the “artist’s pursuit of happiness”. It was every artist’s pride to share their expertise, skill, and knowledge with any audience, no matter how big or small. He was well aware of this, being a victim of the phenomenon himself.

The two of you stayed in his studio until night. Before you said goodbye, he offered you a glass or two of Chianti from his vast collection of wine in the kitchen cupboard while you sat on his balcony outside of the large glass windows. You suggested ordering a cake as a celebratory gesture, but he gently declined, saying that he wouldn’t be able to finish it on his own. He liked that you were careful whenever you opened the glass sliding door that led to the balcony, with each step memorizing the positions of the drying ceramics laid out right beside the window. He also liked that you wished him a happy birthday throughout your time together, even when you’ve just met him.

Sunghoon never allowed anyone to touch his unfinished work, but that day he let you assist him in firing up the remaining pots he needed to complete his exhibition pieces. Of course, he didn’t tell you this, but what he did tell you was that you had a good eye for color. There was a humility in you accepting his compliment, but he also admired the layered sense of achievement that slipped out of you as you continued to share how anthology naturally broadened your grasp on color theory.

When you said goodbye at his door, he promised to see you at your flower shop the next day—even if he didn’t have any interest in gardening. He doesn’t regret this though, since he’s learned to appreciate growing his own flowers throughout the two years he’s known her.

Since then, he formed an unbroken routine with her. He’d often visit your flower shop to ask for seeds and fertilizers, while you commissioned vases for him to use as a display for your flowers. When he had the time for it, he’d offer to teach you how to make and paint your own vases, while you would return the favor by showing him the art of flower arrangement. It was an almost daily occurrence for him to walk into your shop, even when he had more than enough tools to expand his newfound hobby.

“Didn’t you buy a kilogram of fertilizer yesterday?” You asked one day with a light chuckle while spraying a bouquet of roses with water. He did his best to regain his composure and told you that he forgot. That was the first time you came to his house for the sole purpose of giving him a crash course on gardening. A part of him felt guilty that you offered more than he did when it came to your respective fields, but another part of him took every chance he had to spend time with her. This, in turn, formed a part of his routine with her—where you would visit him to check on the flowers he began growing at the edge of his studio’s balcony.

Some days, you’d come to the studio with a sketchbook, and the two of you would spend your time together in comfortable silence. Ever since you taught him the language of flowers, the two of you began to switch roles in the still-life sessions that you shared together. He would pick which flower he wanted to draw that day, and you matched it up by picking a vase from his array of fine works that would benefit the vast collections of your shop.

Usually, he’d end up eating dinner with you with a glass of wine, often dropping you off at home. The silent walks under the dim street lamps were the best and worst parts of his days with you. While he was able to stay close to you, he would never get the courage to either hold your hand or tell you how he felt. 

He’d religiously invite you to every single showcase he attended, even going as far as to offer you a job to help decorate each venue with your floral prowess. Two years had passed since he first tried to persuade you to come with him to an auction, but you still managed to shy away from these events. 

This was another thing he liked about you.

In fact, there were too many things he liked about you. The way your eyes would shine under the fluorescent lights of his studio; the way your nimble fingers cut the stem off of his flowers; the way your footsteps lightly trudged whenever you drank too much wine—the list would be endless.

Perhaps his status as a renowned potter shaped his personality today, but he’s begun to realize that it wasn’t a good thing regarding his qualms with you. For one, he was too careful. He treated you like fine China, nimbly avoiding hazards that would tip what he currently has with you off and break all that he’s built with you up to now. He was too afraid to ruin the delicate details of everything that made his relationship with you so beautiful—so he left it untouched, only walking around the hypothetical vase between the two of you.

Another thing he dreaded was how difficult you were to read. In the same way that he treated his patrons with charismatic benevolence, you greeted every single customer with a bright, inviting smile. You shared your knowledge of flowers with regulars the same way you taught him how to arrange them in his vases. He knows he’s being selfish, but the idealistic thought of keeping those memories exclusively between the so-called enchanting secrecy that he’s built with you chipped him away with each passing second. The line between his self-doubt and reality was blurred like a piece of clay spinning in his wheel, and he couldn’t step on the pedal to stop it altogether.

This time, it was going to be different. He knew he couldn’t keep on working on the same vase for too long—the clay would be too dry, and he’d just keep on adding more wet clay to the amalgamation until it was too large to handle. Like all his failed attempts, he needed to tip it off and allow it to break before it was too late. Only then would he be able to create a newer, much better vase.

He woke up earlier than usual today, even though he didn’t have anything to do. It was probably around half a year ago, but he’s been gripped with fever dreams that leave him with a temporary level of high body heat. It would often die down later in the day, but the severity of these fevers made him routinely check his temperature the moment he woke up.

Today was an all-time record of 38.5 degrees Celsius.

The haze that came with the heat left his reverie blurry, but your face was always unforgettable. Most of his dreams left him breathless with all the sensations in his mind and body activating all at once, and all of them gave him an indescribable feeling in a vast spectrum of positive emotions. Each dream was also different than the last, but he never seemed to remember exact details other than your sheer presence. All he would remember when he woke up was the afterimage of his silhouette and hers seemingly pacing a vase in the middle, as well as a haunting melody that was distorted by an aging record player. He didn’t know what the song was called, but at this point, he could perfectly hum its tune—which he unconsciously did throughout the day.

This time, he remembered every single detail. It was almost too picturesque, and the entire scene made him wish he could just dive back into his covers and relive his reverie—but alas, he couldn’t live like that. Idealistic trances that came with an eerily deep slumber left him in a state of euphoria, but he wouldn’t trade it off for the exhilaration of meeting you face-to-face. After all, he always prided himself in having an affinity for authenticity.

He quickly got out of bed and darted to his shower room, allowing the ice-cold water to ripple on his skin. He was never one to take a bath in the morning, but ever since his episodes of fever-inducing dreams got worse, he felt that it was a necessary step in regulating his body temperature. Once he was finished, he wiped himself with a large towel and wrapped it around his waist, before visiting his balcony to bask in the morning winds. The season didn’t matter to him—in fact, winters work best with his current condition. Despite being somewhat naked in broad daylight, he never seemed to succumb to a cold. No matter how harsh the winds were, he managed to pull through the teeth-clattering chills. Although behavior like this seemed counter-intuitive, what worked for him worked.  

Ever since he began growing his own flowers, he would always be greeted with the floral notes of his seasonal home garden. While he initially started the hobby as an excuse to see you more often, he began to steadily see the beauty in its meticulous intricacies. Unlike clay, flowers had life in them; a single shard of porcelain can be revived into a postmodern piece for the rich, but a stem stepped in half was practically dead. In the same way, dry clay can be fixed by adding water, flowers had a tiny margin of error when it came to feeding them their necessities.

The marmalade rays of the sun were perfectly aligned with the semi-large pots of flowers that began to bloom with the seasons. you initially picked out a starter set for him, which included marigolds, pansies, and daffodils. After he got tired of their vibrant, yellow hues, he opted for a batch of tulips, carnations, and azaleas.

“Do you know what these flowers mean?” You asked, elegantly cocking your eyebrow at him. You were wearing your shop’s apron, which complemented your figure in his eyes. Perhaps he was too used to donning the same apron each time he met you, or maybe it was the apron itself becoming a part of his renditions of you. 

Of course, he knew what they meant—but he was used to pretending when it came to you. Feigning ignorance was a relatively easy and safe way for him to go around his feelings for you in repeated circles, but it was getting harder and harder for him to continue when the thought of you subjected him to blissful vertigo.

“No,” He answered, maintaining his cool exterior.

“I just wanted to get them since they looked really nice.”

After that, you helped him sow the flower seeds into a bed of soil by his studio’s moderately sized balcony. You gave him a run-through of each flower and its meaning; tulips when they were red meant deep love; carnations when they were dark red signified love and affection; azaleas represented a gentle kind of love. You teased him about it by referencing several people you’d seen at the exhibitions he’d invited you to, and he did his best to restrain himself from proudly dedicating each batch of flowers to you.

It was currently the middle of spring. Being an artist, he had an appreciation for all four seasons of the year. His sensitivity to the weather and changes in his surroundings were often reflected in the painted finish of his ceramics—for spring, he’d use finer brushes to bring life to the blue hues of the petals that adorned each vase he made; for summer, he would draw faded clouds that captured the iridescence of the light blue skies; for autumn, he’d experiment with colors and use a warm, gentle palette to accentuate the dead leaves that he often saw strewn around the roads; for winter, he created delicately designed plates that were adorned with snowbells.

He closed his eyes and felt a flurry of cherry blossom petals stick to the moisture of his freshly washed skin. Unlike the maple leaves of fall, he enjoyed the satin finish of each petal as they lightly caressed his exposed body.

As he tightened the towel on his waist, he was met with your figure sitting down on one of the studio’s stools. He did give you the keys to his house, but he didn’t expect you to come this early.

“Good morning! Aren’t you cold?”

Sunghoon greeted you with a gentle smile like he always did. He chalked it up to the orange tint of the rising sun’s rays, but there was an inkling of hope in him that blossomed as soon as your cheeks emitted the warm dyes of the weather. You offered him a steaming cup of coffee, but he politely refused. After all, he had already gotten rid of the heat in his body—he didn’t need another source to add fuel to the fire.

“I do this every morning, it feels nice.”

Your eyes wandered around the blooming pink hues of the potted flowers you helped him tend, which were now covered by a small flurry of cherry blossom petals. Carefully obscuring his barely covered form, you occupied yourself with marveling at the care he’s given them.

There was a look of concern etched on your face at his remark, and he hastily excused himself to his bedroom. Before he was able to leave, you took his hand and pulled him towards her.

“Hold still,”

You turned him around, picking the stray pieces of light pink petals that stuck to his back. A single touch of your fingertip managed to electrify him—which prompted him to exhale in jagged breaths.

“I don’t know if you’re doing this on purpose or not, but wouldn’t it be uncomfortable if you dressed yourself with petals stuck to your body?”

Through his peripheral vision, he saw a pile of cherry blossom petals increasing in size beside him.

“I thought it’d be nice body art.” He replied with a chuckle. It’s been two years now, and yet his heart always leaped whenever you laughed with him.

“Well, you should’ve told me! It would’ve been a nice source of inspiration for your spring-themed collection, and I could’ve helped you pick out which flower petals worked with your skin tone!”

You tapped his shoulder, and he automatically faced you. He noticed and admired the gradual agility in your fingers as you continued to pluck the stray petals off of his chest and neck.

“You know, maybe you’re right about the whole body art thing. This looks gorgeous! They look like scales or some half-human hybrid off of a fantasy novel.”

The palms that firmly held his shoulders were warmer than he was used to. He hummed in response, staring at your focused demeanor. It was the same one he’d see whenever you arranged flowers back at your shop, or when you’d immerse yourself in painting a vase in one of his free lessons for you.

“Love, flattery won’t get you anywhere.”

He reserved pet names for you, despite telling you he had a nickname for each of his friends. The last petal was formally removed from the left side of his collarbone, and you gave his shoulders a soft squeeze.

“Darling, I mean it. Now go get changed before you catch a cold!”

You gave him a light push towards the hallway that led to his bedroom, careful not to exert too much force. He hoisted the towel up one more time, and waved you a quick goodbye. He never dared to ask you if you reserved pet names exclusively for him or not. 

 “So why are you here so early? Don’t you have a shift today?”

Sunghoon was now dressed in his usual garb, and he slowly leaned his body on the elongated table of his studio. He always delved into the smart casual style, and sported a loose cream turtleneck with a checkered suit jacket.

“I took the day off. I thought it’d be nice for you to have a companion since every call we’ve had this month always ends up with me being busy.”

Oh, the things you did to him. He’s perfected the air of nonchalance that surrounded him, but it didn’t mean the beatings of his heart eased by any means.

“I mean, it’s funeral season. I’m pretty sure your services are needed to provide the appropriate flowers for the ceremony.”

Ironically, many deaths occurred in spring. Most of his commissioned urns were requested right before the vernal equinox, and seeing you running around in a sleek, black suit was a sign that spring was here. Today though, you were wearing what you usually wore, albeit a little more fashionable.

“Well, today, there were no funerals scheduled, so I had some liberties in taking the entire day to ourselves. I do have someone I want you to meet though, if that’s okay with you.”

A smile wasn’t appropriate for the conversation topic, but you managed to muster a small one towards your companion. You took the cold cup of coffee you brewed for them and slowly sipped its contents. Sunghoon left his own cup untouched—caffeine was unnecessary when you were in his line of sight.

“Who?”

You placed the mug down as you fidgeted with your seat. You then tapped your finger on your lips and gave him a cheeky wink.

“It’s a surprise!”

Although your playful attitude was refreshing to him, his curiosity won him over. Each plea from him to reveal the mystery guest he was going to see was only met with you doubling down on your secrecy. He eventually gave up, huffing to the side as he crossed his leg on one of the stools.

Timid patterns of your fingernails tapping onto the surface of the ceramic mug filled the air. The ticking of the clock continued to echo across the entire room. you whistled a tune that sounded familiar and unknown at the same time, which made Sunghoon ponder its origin. He wanted to believe that it was the same tune he’s heard in his dream, but such a twist of fate seemed too farfetched. Silence was usually something he didn’t mind when he was with her. Being next to you and feeling your presence was enough for him, and there was a part of him that found earthly comfort in her.

“I,“

You heaved a sigh. He didn’t know what it meant, but what he knew at the moment was how rare it was for him to see you distressed in the slightest. False hope was a deep kick in the brain, and he raveled in the myriads of possibilities that started with the word I from you.

“You?”

On cue, you stood up to occupy the empty stool next to him. Taking a neatly wrapped cloth out of your tote bag, you untied it to reveal shards of porcelain that were all too familiar to him. There were clusters of rich soil and plant roots that stuck on the sharp corners of each shard. His entire body contradicted himself. For one moment, he yearned to get closer to you, and in a second, sudden tremors overwhelmed his nerves, leaving him gasping for a single sliver of air. 

“Please don’t get mad at me, and please believe me when I tell you this, but the first vase we made together accidentally got knocked on the floor while we were cleaning the flower shop in my dreams. It means a lot to me since it’s the first vase we made together, and I was wondering if we could maybe spend time today gluing it back?”

Your breath was audibly jaded. His eyes widened, and his mouth went agape. A sudden sensation froze him, preventing him from moving a single muscle no matter how hard he tried. Shock would be the closest phenomenon he’d describe it, and the layers of self-doubt that he’s built throughout the duration of knowing you began to peel off one by one.

“In your dreams?” He couldn’t hide the astonishment in his voice.

You gave him a slow nod after gulping. He leaned closer to you, lips forming a thin line. There was a visible plea in your gaze, which he returned with curt reassurance. You allowed your body to rest on the table’s surface, using your elbows to support your weight.

“It might seem unbelievable at first, but it’s true. In my dream, we were together in the shop, dancing to some old hits while cleaning. I think it was around nighttime, since the skies were dark and the shop had the closed sign displayed outside.”

You closed your eyes and began humming the tune whilst dangling your feet to a moderate rhythm. Sunghoon’s eyes began to grow wider, his body stiffening with every second that passed.

“Were we dancing with brooms while that vase was right in the middle?”

It was your turn to exhibit a state of bewilderment. You neatly piled the shards of ceramic back into the cloth, wrapping it in a different knot from when you first brought it in. While doing so, your shaky hands pricked themselves on one of the shards—but the pain didn’t seem to faze you one bit. Your entire body was undergoing stupefaction, and you were solidly upright like a marble statue. You tried to continue talking about your dream, but a mere croak was the only thing that escaped the invisible clasps of your throat. It took all of Sunghoon’s current strength to prevent himself from breaking contact with your dilated eyes.

“Was I the person that knocked the vase over?”

You gave him a firm nod. Placing a hand on your heart, you subjected yourself to a few rounds of deep breaths. He hesitantly took your free hand in his and gave it a firm squeeze.

“You knocked the vase over with the tip of your broom, causing all the soil and flowers to come out. And then, I woke up to the sound of clatter downstairs at the shop. The vase was broken, the flowers we planted together were also on the floor, and I immediately thought of coming here to fix it together. Maybe harvest the flowers on your balcony to regrow them in the repaired vase.”

He felt your fingers curl on the back of his palm, and he returned the gesture with a beaming grin. Your feet were now sporadically dangling on the height between the stool and the studio’s floor.

“Listen, in the end it’s just a vase, and we’ve made a lot of that together.”

He used his eyes to point at the shelf behind them. you follow his gaze, keeping your hand on his. Sure enough, the collection of ceramics he’s made with you was triumphantly displayed on a glass case right next to an endless shelf of failed pottery. Each vase and plate were arranged in chronological order, and a wave of nostalgia washed over him as he continued to stare at your rather quick progress. While you had an eye for color, you didn’t have agile enough fingers to operate a pottery wheel—the same could be said for him. While he was great at drawing flowers on his sketchbook or painting them on the ceramics he crafted, he was initially terrible at soil cultivation and maintaining flower beds. It was the parallel yet extremely complementary nature of your respective skill sets that allowed for such a relationship to blossom in the first place.

He took your hand and led you to the glass case. As your eyes hovered over your earlier works with him, a certain embarrassment began to surface in the form of tinted, rosy cheeks. On the other hand, he did his best to hide the ever-growing pride that consumed him. you averted your gaze from the entire glass case, and he used his thumb to soothe the shakiness of your hand.

“See? I don’t think we should dwell on a single vase for too long. If we glue that vase back together, the crackles are just gonna ruin the glazed finish it once had. There’s also a high chance that water might leak out of the vase since glue doesn’t specifically fix cracks in fragile things.”

The two of you were still in front of the glass case. He felt a strong aura of energy around each vase that was displayed under its glass casing. He took a deep breath as he tried to control the tremors in his body. Taking your other hand in his, he interlocked your fingers with his, feeling a perfect fit. He’s always wanted to do this.

“So, we should make another one by scratch?”

Your voice wavered, as if you were in a hurry. He tried his best to hide his looming dejection. Of course, events like this were too good to be true.

“Well, we already have a fired glazed model from last week. All we need to do now is to paint it.”

Taking his word, a grin lit up your eyes in radiant sparkles. You picked out a cylindrical shape from the batch of dried pots you shaped with him, and he added a mental tally to the chances he’s missed.

By the time the pot was ready, the sunrise that Sunghoon woke up to retained its same hues, save for the presence of a violet trail in the sky. While he added final touches to the intricate designs of the cylindrical pot, you trimmed some flowers from his home garden and arranged them in a lovely, pink bouquet. Each bud wasn’t overcrowded, and you balanced the vibrance of the petals with a fair share of leaves. As an added touch, you placed some fallen cherry blossom petals on the bouquet, giving it a youthful yet transient glow. While waiting for the paint on the pot to dry, he continued to pry your on with the identity of the guest.

“You’ll meet him soon,” You’d often reply, with a gentle smile on your face. He knew he was overthinking, but a part of him insisted that you were going to introduce him to a new significant other. The thought alone to him was extremely ridiculous and downright impossible, but nonetheless, a wave of apprehension continued to float above his head as he waited to finally have his guest revealed.

The tote bag you brought with you was large enough to fit the newly crafted vase, so you carefully wrapped its entire body with excess newspaper before gently placing it in your bag. As for the bouquet, your hand carried it with you.

“What should I bring?” He asked, while turning off the lights in his studio. He gave the flowers on his balcony one last spritz of water before locking the glass sliding door to his balcony.

“You don’t have to bring anything, really.” You patted the side of his shoulder as you said this, whilst securing the ceramic in your tote bag.

He opened the door for her, before leaving himself. Usually, you would say a snarky comment or two about him being a “gentleman” and whatnot, but that youthful manner was replaced with a gentle smile of pure gratitude. He didn’t mind this side of her—in fact, it gave him more reasons to yearn for her. The endless dimensions of your character were as multi-faceted as the endless spirals of his pottery wheel, and he never wanted to lift his foot off of the pedal that unraveled each and every layer of your soul.

The pavement outside the city was lined with fading cherry blossom trees. The spring winds blew eastward, and a flurry of light pink petals would caress your faces with a touch of tenderness. There was a small river beside the pavement, which had a stone bridge perched right in the middle of it all. Sunghoon himself has visited the park countless times, but he limited himself to the bench near the entrance—where he’d have his sketchbook opened to paint still-life watercolor illustrations of the fleeting people that ebbed and flowed with the flows of the river.

You hoisted your tote bag tighter, gripping its strap as you continued to walk. You were approaching a slight inclination that led to a miniature stone bridge that separated the river. He continued to follow you, watching your unwavering, determined figure with awe as you walk past all the greeneries, flowers, and marble headstones that he suddenly felt himself drawn to. 

The entire walk from his studio to the park was in sheer silence. There were many questions that plagued his head, but at the same time, he took note of your secrecy. He couldn’t feel any malice to your slight stoicism and withdrawal. However, the curiosity that continued to consume him persisted.

Before walking away from the bridge, he took a mental note of the location. It was constructed in a typical ancient Korean fashion, which gave him several ideas for his next exhibition. Most of his works centered around floral themes ever since he met you, and he realized the redundancy in his craft. Maybe adding a body of water amidst the flowers he’d often paint would accentuate his vases and pots.

“You know,” you began, keeping your eyes in front of the road. Tall marble slabs began to appear in his line of sight, and he admired each of their craftsmanship. Perhaps, in another life, he would have chosen to become a marble sculptor. There was an allure in the macabre nature of funeral proceedings, and he was sure that each headstone he would produce would harbor an even graver symbolism than the urns that were commissioned to him. 

“I don’t know if I told you this, but you’re always in my dreams.”

He stuffed his hands in his pockets. Rows of black and grey marble headstones bore Chinese characters. In the corner of each headstone, there were greyscale photos of faces that each told a different story. You were an amazing florist to everyone else, but to him, you are a professional at subjecting his vitals to rigorous gymnastic routines.

“What do you mean?” There was no point in asking this. He predicted the answer to bear an uncanny similarity with his own nightly experiences. There was also a part of him that didn’t feel the need to tell your his side of things—there was always a telepathic connection between them, and some parts of him believed that you already knew he experienced the same phenomenon.

The two of you were approaching a colorful gateway that smelled like paint thinner. The primary colors were flashy, which was almost ironic given the monotony that existed past the gateway. The golden sign shone with the setting sun, and the watchful eyes of the two guardian lions on each side of the gate stalked your every move as the two of you walked inside. While it was his first time entering such a place, your automatic strides juxtaposed his wandering eyes.

“When Madame Mo called me to arrange your birthday bouquet, I began seeing a face that looked exactly like yours. That time we didn’t know each other, so I did my best to memorize your facial features in case I’d forget them when I woke up.”

You stopped in front of a little wooden stall by the entrance. Taking your wallet out, you temporarily handed the bouquet to Sunghoon. you thanked the monk, receiving three thin incense sticks and a candle with a matchbox in return. He offered to continue holding the bouquet, which you apologetically agreed to. you slipped a single incense stick into the breast pocket of Sunghoon’s suit jacket, patting it in place before resuming your stride.

“Anyway, I’d get these crazy fevers whenever I dreamt about you, and I never really remember what I saw in my dreams aside from you and a vase between us. I still don’t know what it means, but maybe he might have the answers.”

He?

Your footsteps came to a halt. The two of you were now in front of a wide, obsidian headstone. Unraveling the cylindrical vase from its newspaper wrapping, you positioned it right next to the headstone. Then, you gently placed the bouquet of flowers inside the vase, using a bucket filled with water nearby to add its contents inside the vase. There was a photo of a man that looked like he was in his late fifties. He had a gentle smile on his face, and he bore a certain resemblance to her.

You took the matchbox and lit the incense sticks. Sunghoon hastily pulled his own stick out of his pocket and used the heat of your two sticks to light his own. The floral notes of the sticks wafted into the air, followed by a spicy undertone that gave your nostrils a light kick. You clasped your hands in prayer, closing your eyes shut. He followed suit, bowing at a slightly steeper angle than her. A few minutes of silence filled the vastness of the cemetery. A soft clap signaled the end of your prayer, and the two of you lifted your heads up in unison.

“Dad, meet Park Sunghoon, the man in my dreams.”

All at once, the suspicion that Sunghoon bore dissipated into thin air. It was now replaced by a tinge of guilt that bore holes in his heart. On cue, he gave the headstone a long, steep bow.

“Dad, you told me that I’d know who my soulmate is if I get a high fever after dreaming of them. Here he is, and I hope you’ll watch us from above.”

Sunghoon continued to keep his head down. The sudden shock of it all was hard to contain. you tapped his shoulder, telling him it was okay to raise his head up now. you waved a quick goodbye to the headstone, before walking back to the gate of the cemetery.

The winds continued to blow eastward, with distant petals of cherry blossoms caressing your cheeks as the two of you walked on.

“I originally wanted to use the vase we first made together, since I’d imagine that held more longevity between us.”

Instead of looking forward, your eyes were now towards him. He kept his hands in his pocket, but he returned eye contact nonetheless. Even if he was extremely satisfied with the outcome, he still didn’t know how to go about it.

“I guess you were right about the vase. It had to break for us to make this new one.”

He nodded in agreement. The two of you shared a smile as you walked past the colorful gates of the cemetery. There was no need for physical contact anymore, as the two of you felt the clays of your hearts spin into one, intricate vase.

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