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the soft sound of footsteps echoing in the hallway make you sit up, the bell on your collar jangling. your small fingers wrap around the thin bars of your cage, trying to peer through. the door swings open, your owner’s silhouette entering the bedroom. your collar jingles more as you excitedly squirm in anticipation. you stick your tongue out, panting softly at the sight of sunghoon approaching you.

‘hi, kitty,’ he says, flicking on the light as he steps closer to your cage. you’re practically clawing at the bars now, trying to sit up as far as you can within the cramped space. ‘so eager to see me.. did you miss me?’ he asks, his voice low as he sticks a finger through your cage towards your mouth. you eagerly lap at his digit, suckling on the tip of his finger while you purr softly.

seemingly pleased by your response, sunghoon withdraws his hand, your disappointed whine emanating from the confines of your cage. he unbuckles his belt, the sound of clanking metal making your thighs press together instinctively. he takes his already semi-hard cock out of his boxers, tugging his pants to his mid thighs before giving his shaft a few lazy strokes.

you stick your tongue out again, opening your mouth wider, nostrils flaring as you push your face against the bars. pathetic little noises escape you, sunghoon’s eyes glimmering with dark promise as you gazes down at you.

‘my pretty little kitty, keep your mouth open just like that for me,’ he murmurs. you do as he says, watching as he grips his length a bit tighter, pumping himself a bit faster now. you whimper, a string of drool trickling down your chin as tears well in your eyes from keeping your jaw extended like this. your thighs rub against each other in a primal search for friction, your desire building within you along with a fluttering sense of anxiety.

‘please, please,’ you mewl, your lips coming together in a pout but sunghoon stops his movements, glaring at you in response.

‘i told you to keep your mouth open, bitch.’ he growls, clearly unimpressed with your sudden disobedience so you quickly open wide once more, a few tears dribbling down your flushed cheeks. you want to taste him, need to feel the weight of his girth on your tongue. you’ve been waiting for him all day.

sunghoon starts fisting his cock again, grunting as his tip flares a cherry shade of red, bubbling with pre-cum. you choke back a sob, your jaw still hanging slack as you watch him, a sinking feeling settling in the pit of your stomach because you know what he plans to do to you.

the cage clangs as sunghoon flips the lock, tugging the door open so he can get closer to your trembling form. you stay put, looking up at him with tear-stained cheeks and your swollen lips parted as far you can feasibly manage. with a low groan, he releases his load onto you, splattering his seed across your face, some of it landing on your heaving chest as well. you frantically flick your tongue around, trying to gather as much of it as possible on your tongue in a last ditch effort. he laughs at you, a low chuckle from deep in his chest at your pathetic behaviour.

you whine as he mocks you, visibly distressed by the fact that he still hasn’t let you taste him. as he plants a large hand on the top of your head, attempting to push you back into your cage, you pounce forward, wrapping your limbs around one of his legs.

‘no, please, pl-please, m-missed you-‘ you cry, clinging to him in an effort to prevent him from leaving again. sunghoon grabs a fistful of your hair and pulls you off of him, your weakened body crumbling to the floor. he suddenly grabs your face in his hand, forcing you to meet his gaze. he doesn’t ask you to open your mouth for him this time, just uses his other thumb to pull your bottom lip down. sunghoon looms over you as he spits into your mouth, a wad of his saliva landing on your tongue before he closes your jaw for you. ‘swallow.’ he commands, and you do, without hesitation.

jay stared at him, eyebrows pinched slightly. “a gesture? hee… she’s not just some friend. you know what they were.”

heeseung sighed, adjusting his tie. “they’re long over it, though. sunghoon’s moved on—he’s literally getting married later. inviting her shows there’s no bad blood. it’s just mature.”

jay hesitated for a long second.

“...man, i don’t know….” he muttered, shaking his head. his thumb scrolled through the other names on the list.

“dude, it’s okay,” heeesung said firmly, patting jay’s shoulder. “let it go.”

——

“shit—i’m nervous as hell.” sunghoon muttered, running a hand through his carefully styled hair. “this… fuck, this is really happening.”

the waiting room felt too small. the groom paced back and forth near the window, tugging at his collar even though it was perfectly fitted. the ceremony was starting in fourty minutes—his heart wouldn’t stop racing. 

jake watched him from the couch, eyebrow raised. “you good?”

“yeah—just—just nervous,” he sighed, putting his hands on his hips. 

jake stood up and walked over, placing a hand on his shoulder. “hey, it’s okay—big day and all. you’ve been through a lot, but you’re here now! you’re doing it, man!”

sunghoon let out a shaky breath, staring at the floor.

jake studied him for a second, then lowered his voice. his eyebrows furrowed in concern, jake was the best man, after all. “alright, look… do you need a hit? cig or something? just to take the edge off real quick.”

damn it—sunghoon was supposed to stop. but it’s so fucking hard. 

he didn’t even hesitate. “fuck, sure.”

they slipped out a side door that led to a quiet courtyard behind the venue. the evening air was cool, and the distant sound of guests and crews chatting inside felt muffled. jake handed him a cigarette and lighter, then clapped his shoulder.

“don’t take too long, yeah? i’ll cover for you.”

jake disappeared back inside.

he closed the glass doors.

sunghoon sighed before lighting the cigarette with unsteady fingers, taking a long drag. the smoke burned his lungs, but it didn’t calm the storm in his chest. he closed his eyes, leaning against the stone wall.

damn.

he’s really getting married today. 

in less than an hour, he would stand in front of everyone and make things official—vows, rings, signatures, the whole forever shit. a few minutes that would last the rest of his life. 

the thought made his stomach twist. every inhale of smoke felt heavier, like it was stuffing and pressing down on the weight already crushing him. 

sunghoon took another drag, longer this time, holding it longer than usual. the tip of the cigarette glowed bright orange in the dim courtyard light as he exhaled slowly, watching the smoke curl up and disappear into the night air.

this was supposed to be the happiest day of his life.

so why did it feel like he was standing at the edge of something… irreversible?

there’s no way he was getting cold feet on his wedding day. no, no—this was a normal feeling, wasn’t it? people get nervous all the time. sooha and him had planned this for months—almost a year. 

it’s fine.

he ran a hand through his hair, messing up the styled strands. his mind wouldn’t stop spinning. 

would things be different if it was with—

“sunghoon?”

he opened his eyes.

you were standing there, frozen a few meters away, holding a small gift bag. the silk, rose champagne dress hugged you nicely, in all the way he remembered. you froze the second your eyes met. 

sunghoon’s heart dropped to his tummy.

“...yn?”

your lips parted in surprise. “what are you doing here?” your voice came out quiet, almost hesitant. the wind almost took it away from him. 

he let out a weak, breathless laugh, smoke slipping past his lips. “i needed some air. couldn’t stay in there anymore.”

the silence that followed was heavy and awkward. you shifted on your pretty heels, glancing back toward the venue door like you wanted to escape. sunghoon couldn’t stop staring at you.

you’ve gotten prettier since the last time he saw you—almost 5 years ago. you looked beautiful, still the most beautiful girl he’d ever laid eyes on. and your eyes—behind those glittery eyelids, your eyes were glassier. 

he hated how familiar this felt. 

right, you thought.

“...i should go back insid—” you started softly. 

“wait.”

sunghoon stepped forward without thinking and gently grabbed your wrist. the moment his fingers touched your skin, something electric shot through both of you. he pulled you aside quickly without thinking twice, around the corner behind a tall flowering hedge where the lights didn’t quite reach.

just like all those secret nights before.

his eyes wouldn’t leave your face.

“why did you—? sunghoon,” your eyebrows pinched slightly, but you didn’t pull away your hand. “you’re smoking again.” 

a low, bitter chuckle slipped out of him, smoke curling between the two of you. he looked down at the glowing cigarette between his fingers, then back at you with heavy, longing eyes.

“it’s hard,” he admitted quietly. “if i don’t smoke… i think about you instead. and that’s a much worse habit.”

the words hung in the cool night. your breath caught, and for a second, neither of you spoke. sunghoon took another slow drag, but his gaze never left yours. 

it’s a lie, really. it didn’t matter if sunghoon smoked or not—because you were always on his mind. nonetheless. 

you averted your gaze, bringing your arms up to hug yourself. the champagne dress suddenly felt too thin under his stare.

“what are you talking about…” you whispered, voice shaky. “don’t be ridiculous, sunghoon. you’re getting married… you’re—you’re getting married.”

the cigarette burned between his fingers as he flicked the ash away, stepping just a little closer—not enough to touch, but enough that you could feel the warmth from his body.

“yeah, i am.” he said lowly, his fingers itching to cup your face. “doesn’t stop me from standing here wishing i wasn’t, though.”

your eyes flicked back up to his. there it was—that quiet pull. that look in your eyes was the same one you had five years ago when you were tucked underneath him, begging him to please give you a second chance.

you shouldn’t have come—but it still wouldn’t stop sunghoon from wishing he was married to somebody else today.

“sunghoon—just,” your voice cracked. you took a shaky breath, hugging yourself tighter. “just stop it. i’m here today because heeseung invited me, okay? i wasn’t even going to come at first—but i… i just wanted to see you off. properly. that’s all.”

sunghoon frowned, his expression darkened. the cigarette was long forgotten on the ground. he stepped even closer until the space between you felt almost nonexistent. 

“really?” he breathed, voice low and edging with something painful. “really, yn? you’ll just watch and let me get married to another woman that’s not you?”

the words hit hard. your lips parted, but nothing came out. before you could find your voice and the words to say, sunghoon’s hand moved—cuppung your face with a gentleness that didn’t match the look in his eyes. his thumb brushed your cheek once, then he backed you up until your shoulders met the cool stone wall behind.

your breath hitched. his other hand pressed flat against the wall beside your head, caging you in. he was so close you could smell the cigarette smoke, mixed with his cologne and his nervous sweat under his expensive tux.

“is that it, yn?” he whispered, forehead nearly resting against yours. his eyes dropped to your lips, fingers brushing your skin. “tell me right now that you’re fine watching me marry her—that we didn’t spend years loving and giving each other our firsts—and i’ll go.”

but you didn’t say anything. your hands trembled at your sides, fingers brushing against the front of his tux like you wanted to push him away, but couldn’t do it.

sunghoon leaned in slowly. so slowly. his nose brushed yours. his lips hovered just a breath away from your own, close enough that you could almost taste him. close enough that one tiny movement would close the gap and ruin everything. 

your eyes fluttered shut. his grip on your face tightened just a fraction.

“hm, yn? tell me you don’t love me anymore.”

the silence stretched for two heartbeats. 

then your fingers curled into his tie. you gripped the silk tightly, and slowly pulled him down. your voice came out shaky, barely above a whisper, but shattered what was left of his control.

“... what are you going to do if i still do?”

that was all it took.

sunghoon crashed his lips into yours with a wrecked sound, kissing like a man who was drowning and you were the only air left in his lungs. there was nothing gentle about it—it wasn’t a gentle, romantic, reunion kiss, it was years of guilt, longing, and frustration poured out as he tilted your head back against the stone wall and deepened the kiss instantly.  

his tongue slid against yours, hungry and familiar, while one hand slid down to grip your waist, pulling your body flush against his.

you kissed him back just as desperately, tugging harder on his tie like you could keep him here. a soft, broken whimper escaped your throat and he swallowed it whole, pressing you harder into the wall.

the taste of smoke and mint on his tongue was making your head spin. his body was burning against yours, the crisp tux doing nothing to hide how badly he wanted you.

after a few heated seconds, sunghoon suddenly pulled back just enough to speak, breathing ragged against your lips.

“not here,”

before you could respond, he grabbed your hand and pulled you along with him. he moved fast, leading you through a different back door further down the courtyard. it was a room used for wedding preparations—folded chairs stacked against the wall, extra table linens, vases, and a wooden table in the centre.

the door clicked shut.

the second it closed, sunghoon was on you again.

he pushed you up against the nearest wall, kissing even harder than before now that you both had your privacy. both of his hands were on your waist now, sliding down to grip your hips as he pressed his body into yours. 

you moaned softly into his mouth, hands flying up to his hair, ruining his wedding hair. he groaned at the feeling, the sound vibrating down your body.

“fuck, i missed you,” he muttered between kisses, barely pulling away long enough to speak. he wanted to make it up for all the time he couldn’t kiss you. “missed you s’much.”

with a low groan in his throat, sunghoon grabbed the back of your thighs and lifted you effortlessly. you gasped and instantly wrapped your arms around his neck. he set you down on the edge of the wooden table, stepping between your legs and pulling you right to the edge so your bodies were flush again.

the champagne dress rode up your thighs as he pressed closer, hands roaming up your sides, mouth never leaving yours.

sunghoon pulled back from the kiss just enough to look at you—lips swollen, eyes glossy, chest heaving. the sight of you like this snapped the last thread of whatever nonexistent control he had left.

without a word, he pushed you down.

his hand pressed firmly against your chest, guiding you until your back met the white tablecloth. you gasped softly as you laid flat, the movement made your dress ride up higher on your thighs, and sunghoon didn’t waste a second.

he stayed standing between your legs, eyes dark and hungry as they raked over you. his hands slid up your thighs, pushing the dress higher until it bunched around your waist. 

“fuck… look at that,” he breathed, fingers hooked into the waistband of your white lace panties—much like his future wife’s dress—then slowly dragged them down your legs. sunghoon shoved it in his pocket. 

you were completely exposed to him now, laid out on the table like a feast. 

you’re so wet, it’s glistening. you’re so wet for him.

sunghoon’s hands gripped your thighs, spreading them wider. your pussy twitched at the cool air hitting your soaked folds, and the sight made a guttural sound rumble in his chest.

“shit, yn…” he whispered, dripping with lust. “look how wet you are. and you’re telling me to stop?”

he didn’t wait for an answer. 

the groom leaned in and dragged his tongue slowly up your slit, collecting and scooping every drop of your arousal with a hungry groan. the moment his warm tongue touched your clit, your back arched off the table. he wrapped his lips around the sensitive bud and sucked, flicking it with the tip of his tongue at the same time.

“sunghoon!” 

one of your hands flew to his hair, gripping the dark strands tightly as he devoured you. he was relentless—licking, sucking, burying his face deeper between your thighs like he wanted to drown in your taste. the wet obscene sounds of his mouth against your pussy filled the small storage room, mixing with your broken moans.

sunghoon pulled back for just a second, lips shiny with your slick, and spat directly at your opening before diving back in messier. his tongue pushed inside you, fucking you with it—thrusting his muscle back and forth like a dick as his nose rubbed against your clit like a dog. 

he looked up at you through his lashes, lips glistening. 

“you taste so fucking good,” he rasped, the vibration making you whimper. “missed eating you out like this all the time.” 

your legs started shaking around his head. sunghoon tightened his grip, forcing your thighs open wider as he ate you like a man who was unsure when else he’d have this.

he flattened his tongue and licked along, slow stripes up your entire cunt before focusing back on your clit, sucking and flicking until your hips were grinding against his face. your back arched on the table.

“s—sunghoon—! hoonie—fuck!”

your thighs clamped around his head but he forced them open again, groaning into your pussy as he felt you trembling. he inserted his two fingers and began thrusting them back and forth—curling his digits while sucking on your clit till your whole body seized up.

you came hard on his tongue with a broken cry, hips jerking against his face as pleasure crashed through you. sunghoon didn’t stop—he kept licking and fingering you through it, drawing out every last shake and whimper until you were gasping, tears slipping from the corners of your eyes.

he stood up straight between your legs, quickly unbuckling his belt and unzipping his tux pants. his cock sprang out, hard and leaking as he stoked himself, eyes locked on you. 

when was the last time he’s gotten this hard?

sunghoon swallowed the lump in his throat, positioning his cock right between your folds where he slid the head between them back and forth. but before he pushed in, he leaned in slightly, sucking the inside of his cheek.

“...why didn’t you reply to me?” he whispered, chest heaving. “five years. i texted you, emailed you—reached out so many fucking times… and you just disappeared. if you still love me, why didn’t you tell me?”

you were breathing heavily from your orgasm, dress bunched around your waist, legs wrapped loosely around him. you looked up at sunghoon with glassy eyes.

“because we can’t be together, hoonie,” you breathed, voice cracking. “we… this… it was doomed from the beginning. we both knew that.”

his jaw clenched. 

“i don’t wanna hear that shit right now,” he hissed, then pushed inside you in one deep thrust.

you both moaned aloud as he buried himself to the hilt, your walls still pulsing from your orgasm. he didn’t give you time to adjust—started fucking you hard, the wooden table creaking under every brutal snap of his hips. 

sunghoon was getting married today, but he was still stuck up on the girl who made him felt like the world was his five years ago.

the groom leaned to kiss his ex-lover messily as he pounded into you, one hand gripping your thigh, the other tangled in your hair. the sound of skin slapping skin filled the storage room. 

“ah—ngh—!” you moaned, all high pitch and lewd as he fucked you hard and deep. your arms extended to loosely wrap around his neck, kissing him back just as needy.

sunghoon pulled back to rest his forehead against yours. “it’s because of him, isn’t it?”

you whimpered when the tip of his cock kissed your cervix. sunghoon snapped his hips harder.

“intak. it’s because of that fuckass intak—because you were guilty you were cheating on intak the whole time you were with me?”

your eyes widened, a broken whimper escaped your lips when he kept hitting that soft, good spot inside you that made your toes curl. “w—wait, wait—hah!”

sunghoon didn’t stop. he fucked you with punishing, jealous, deep thrusts as he spoke through his gritted teeth.

“i knew, baby. i always fucking knew. i didn’t care—i told you i didn’t care. i wanted you so bad i was willing to share you if that’s what it took… i kept hoping you’d finally choose me and leave him—but you never did.”

he thrust particularly hard, making the table legs scrape against the floor. it was hard to reply. it was hard to form words—not when each time sunghoon railed you deep, the words in your brain scattered like dominos and your mouth could only form moans and his name.

“you loved us both, didn’t you?” his voice cracked with bitterness and lust. sunghoon loved you more—he knew that. he knew he loved you more than intak could ever. even after five years, he doubted intak ever knew he was being double two–timed. 

“you left me cause you were guilty you couldn’t pick. instead of saying anything… you just disappeared. i could’ve—i would’ve—”

a particularly rough snap of his hips made you cry out, your nails digging into his broad, toned shoulders through his shirt. tears were slipping down your temples now, from pleasure, pain, years of guilt, and the fact that he just called you out like that.

sunghoon’s rhythm faltered for a second as he watched a tear fall. he leaned in and licked it off your skin before kissing you messily. “—i would’ve waited.”

he pulled almost all the way out and slammed back in, making you cry out his name. 

“but tell me how the fuck we’re supposed to be done when your pussy is still squeezing me like this.” 

sunghoon kept fucking you deep, hips rolling into yours with long, possessive strokes. the anger in his voice was still there, but it was melting into something heavier. 

“i’m sorry…” you choked out between moans, clinging to him. “hoonie, i’m so sorry—i didn’t know what to do then. i hurt you… and i couldn’t face it anymore. i’m so fucking sorry—”

“shh,” he cut you off. 

he slowed his thrusts, turning them into deep, sensual, intimate rolls that made you feel every inch, every texture of him. he leaned down, pressing his forehead to yours, eyes locked on you as he moved inside. 

“it doesn’t matter anymore,” he murmured against your lips. “i’ve missed you so much. you make up for everything that happened.”

sunghoon kissed you slowly, deeply, swallowing your whimpers as he rocked into you. one of his hands slid under your back to pull you closer so your chests were pressed together. the other cradled the side of your face, thumb brushing your tears. 

his lips moved from your mouth to your jaw, then down your neck where he sucked gentle marks into your skin like a proof he was here with you. he was here with you while waiting to be called up to the church. 

“i still love you,” the groom murmured against your throat, burying himself to the hilt, just feeling you pulse around him. “i never stopped.”

you wrapped your arms around his neck as you held him close.

“you were supposed to be my wife—you’re supposed to be wearing that wedding dress today.”

the words hit you like a knife. before you could even respond, he straightened up, pulling out of you almost completely before slamming back in with a brutal thrust. 

a sharp cry tore from your throat. 

he grabbed both your legs, folding them up and pressing them toward your chest. with one arm, he hooked them over his left shoulder, nearly bending you in half on the table. the new angle made him sink so much deeper that your eyes rolled back.

then sunghoon started fucking you hard again.

the sound of skin slapping skin echoed loudly in the small storage room as he railed into you, eyes locked on your face the entire time. 

“shit—” he groaned, sweat dripping down his temple, hair completely ruined. “you’re supposed to be my wife.”

every thrust was possessive and heartbroken. your mouth fell open in a silent scream of pleasure, hands scrambled—one gripping his arm, the other clawing at the white tablecloth. 

sunghoon reached into the inner pocket of his tux jacket with his free hand, pulling out a small velvet box—the ring he was supposed to give jake, the best man, to hold during the ceremony.

he didn’t even hesitate. 

while still fucking you mercilessly, he opened the box with his teeth, took out the beautiful diamond ring meant for his bride, sooha, and grabbed your left hand.

“hoonie—!” you gasped, eyes wide. you weren’t sure what to feel about it.

he slid the ring onto your finger, watched as it sat perfectly on your ring finger like it should have been.

“you’re mine,” he growled, pounding into you even harder, the ring glinting under the dim light with every thrust. you squeezed around his cock harder, the guilt turning into pleasure real quick. “—i’m yours too, baby. i’ve never stopped being.”

“this is your ring, this should’ve been your ring.”

your walls clenched hard around him at his words, a broken sob–moan ripping out of you as another orgasm started building dangerously fast. the sight of his fiance’s ring on your finger while he fucking you on his wedding day was so wrong it made your head spin.

but you also couldn’t deny the pleasure you were getting out of it. 

“i can’t—i can’t hold it, shit,” you groaned, gasping. sunghoon’s rhythm turned messy and desperate, losing all control. “oh my gosh, hoonie, ‘m cumming—!”

you moaned out loud, shaking as another orgasm crashed into you—your pussy clenched around him, pulsing and gushing as you came with a cry of his name.

sunghoon too, burying himself to the hilt with a wrecked moan, forehead pressed against your legs as he came hard. thick, hot spurts of his cum flooded deep inside you, filling you up as his hips jerked through every wave. he kept grinding into you slowly, pushing his release deeper. he needed you to keep every drop.

“take it… fuck, that all of me,” he panted, trembling slightly.

for a long moment, the only sounds in the room were both of you breathing heavily. sunghoon slowly lowered your legs, but he stayed buried inside, not wanting to pull out yet. he leaned down and kissed you—slow, deep, full of everything he couldn’t say. 

her ring on your finger glistened as you cupped his face. 

he finally pulled out carefully, watching as his cum leaked out of your swollen pussy onto the white tablecloth. sunghoon helped you sit up, fixing your dress with gentle hands—you too, tying his tie properly. 

his forehead rested against yours, eyes closed.

“...do you have to go back?”

——

“hey, is it true?” 

“hm?” you murmured sleepily, nuzzling closer to him.

the room was dark except for the light coming from his desk lamp. the two of you were naked underneath the blanket, tangled in his sheets. your head rested on his chest while his fingers traced hearts and his name up and down your bare arm.

sunghoon shifted slightly, looking down at you. 

“you’re dating intak?”

.

your eyes widened instantly. you say up so fast the blanket slipped down your chest and you had to quickly pull it up. “what?”

sunghoon didn’t move, he stayed laying on his back, one arm still loosely behind his head as he watched you. his voice stayed calm.

“i heard it from my friends. they said you two have been dating for a while… or at least that’s how it is.” he paused for a second, then added quietly, “well… i’m just asking. really.”

the silence that followed felt suffocating. you pulled the blanket up even more, wishing if it was visible, it would hide the way your heart was hammering against your ribcage. 

“um, hoonie, i—” your voice cracked. you didn’t know what to say. you’re not sure how to come clean. not sure how to react. the guilt was written all over your face. how were you supposed to say it?

yes. i’m dating hwang intak. 

“yn,” he said softly, cutting you off. sunghoon reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair behind your ear. “just be honest with me.”

he wasn’t angry. no—sunghoon was never an angry person. there was no rage in his voice, no accusation; just quiet disappointment and raw curiosity. his eyes searched yours like he was trying to understand what you were doing. 

“i’m not mad,” he continued, almost reassuringly. “i just… i thought i was the only one. that’s all.”

he let out a small breath, the corner of his lips twitching into a sad, half–smile that didn’t reach his eyes. 

“so… are you dating him?”

this was embarrassing. you were sitting there, naked in his bed, while the boy you were secretly seeing asked you about the other boy you were seeing. 

you stared at him, lips slightly parted. the way sunghoon was looking at you made the guilt twist even deeper in your tummy. would it have been better if he was mad? that way, you could reply with anger too.

you swallowed hard, gripping the blanket.

“...yeah,” you whispered, voice barely audible. “i’m dating him.”

sunghoon’s jaw tightened just slightly, but he didn’t look away. he simply nodded, taking a deep breath.

“i’m sorry,” you said quickly, the words tumbling out. “sunghoon, i’m really sorry. i didn’t know how to tell you. it started before… before what we have got serious—and i know—i know it’s fucked up… i know.”

you hugged the blanket tighter to your chest, eyes starting to water. gosh, you sounded like a manipulator. 

“i’m not even happy with him anymore,” you admitted, voice cracking. “it just doesn’t feel real with him.”

sunghoon was quiet. he was processing your words before he slowly sat up, the blanket pooling around his waist as he faced you properly. his hand reached out to gently hold yours.

“then why don’t you break up with him?” he asked, direct. “i’m right here, yn. you know how i feel about you. this isn’t going to change anythig—i’m not going anywhere.”

you looked down at your intertwined fingers, thumb brushing nervously over his knuckles. the silence stretched. 

“...it’s, um… it’s hard,” you whispered. 

sunghoon tilted his head slightly, thick eyebrows furrowed.

“why?” he asked. “if you’re not happy… if you say you want this,” he gestures between the two of you, squeezing your hand. “then why stay with him?”

you bit your lip, averting your gaze elsewhere. 

“because i feel guilty,” you confessed, another jab to your chest. “he’s been good to me. he really loves me. and i…i care about him too. i don’t know how to end it without completely breaking him. i don’t know how to do this without hurting someone.”

sunghoon sighed, his free hand went up to scratch the back of his neck—a habit he does often. 

he stayed quiet for a few seconds, just staring at your intertwined hands. 

then he asked,

“what about me?”

he looked up, meeting your eyes. when did you find it in you to look at him? “what do you feel about me?”

you squeezed his hand tiger, fresh tears sliding down your cheeks.

“i love you,” you whispered, but full of certainty. “i really do, hoonie. it’s not the same as what i feel for him, trust me. it even scares me how much i feel for you. i keep coming back to you even when i know i shouldn’t—because i love you so much. i’m in love with you.”

you leaned forward, pressing your forehead against his shoulder.

“i’m sorry i dragged you into this mess. i never meant to hurt you. i just… you’re the one i think about when i’m not with you.”

sunghoon let out a soft sigh, hand coming up to caress your hair. 

“i love you too.” he murmured, kissing the top of your head, then brought your face up to kiss your temple and cheek. he’d go for a smoke, but he promised you he’d stop. bad habits.

“way more than i should.”

——

“take it… fuck, that all of me,” he panted, trembling slightly.

for a long moment, the only sounds in the room were both of you breathing heavily. sunghoon slowly lowered your legs, but he stayed buried inside, not wanting to pull out yet. he leaned down and kissed you—slow, deep, full of everything he couldn’t say. 

her ring on your finger glistened as you cupped his face. 

he finally pulled out carefully, watching as his cum leaked out of your swollen pussy onto the white tablecloth. sunghoon helped you sit up, fixing your dress with gentle hands—you too, tying his tie properly. 

his forehead rested against yours, eyes closed.

the silence felt personal before his phone started ringing loudly on the floor where it had fallen out of his pocket earlier. the sharp sound shattered the moment.

both of you froze. 

before either of you could move, the door to the storage room swung open—

—jake, heeseung, and jay stood there with sooha right behind them.

time stopped.

sooha’s eyes widened like it was going to pop out of her sockets—her hand flying up to cover her mouth. the bouquet she was holding slipped from her fingers and hit the floor with a thud. her gaze dropped to your disheveled dress, your flushed face, the cum still dripping down your thighs, the marks on your neck, the stained lipstick… 

and the diamond ring—her engagement ring—sitting on your finger.

“sunghoon…?” she murmured like she was still trying to process it, her voice coming out a broken whisper.

the boys’ eyes widened as well.

“fuck…” heeseung muttered first, hissing through his teeth before he looked down on his shoes, pressing on his nose bridge. he looked down at his shoes, clearly stressed. “shit… sunghoon, what the hell…”

jake looked completely stunned, mouth slightly open like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. jay immediately went tight–lipped, his eyebrows pinched together. the three of them weren’t exploding in anger—it was worse.

pure disappointment mixed with exhaustion, like they… they had almost expected something like this might happen but still hoped it wouldn’t.

heeseung genuinely thought sunghoon was over it when he decided to email you the invitation. 

sooha’s lips trembled—she wasn’t sure what to feel. she knew there was someone in sunghoon’s life before—one he never fully talked about. but it was years ago! years ago. it was an ancient shit history that went on.

“what the fuck—?!” 

her voice finally broke through the realisation. she pushed past the three boys, forcing her way to the front. 

the second she moved forward, you and sunghoon scrambled off the table. you turned your face immediately, unable to look at her with the shame burning through your entire body. sunghoon stood in front of you on instinct. 

“what the fuck, sunghoon?!” she screamed, all heartbreak and rage. she shoved his chest hard. he stumbled back slightly, but not hitting you. 

“on our wedding day?!”

she hit his chest again, and again—frantic hits fueled by pain. “why the fuck is she here—?! why are you fucking her on our wedding day?”

jay looked at heeseung, he looked away.

“stop—sooha, stop,” sunghoon spoke. he grabbed both of her shoulders to stop her from hitting him, but she struggled, sobbing. 

“fuck… sooha, please,” sunghoon sighed, holding her shoulders tighter to steady her. “listen to me.” he continued, grabbing her wrists firmly to stop her from hitting him again.

she was crying. “listen to you? what the fuck do you have to say to me?!”

sunghoon glanced at you for a split second, then back at her. his grip on her wrists loosened, but he didn’t let go completely.

“i’m sorry that it happened like this—i really am,” he swallowed the lump in his throat. you shifted on your heels, darting your tongue out to wet your dry lips. “i… i can’t marry you, sooha. i’m so fucked up over yn—i can’t.”

sooha’s breath hitched. your eyes widened, and you found yourself tugging on the back of his blazer to hint at him—what? 

sunghoon disregarded both. 

heeseung, jake, and jay stayed completely silent by the door, unsure if they should step in or disappear. 

the groom swallowed the lump in his throat before fully letting go of her wrists, biting down his bottom lip. 

“i’m sorry—i really tried.”

without another word, he reached back and grabbed your wrist firmly, pulling you out of the storage room and storming past his stunned friends and sooha. you barely had time to react as he dragged you down the hallway, away from the hall, away from the guests and the disaster he’d just detonated.

neither of you looked back.