BITTERSWEET.

he wrapped his arms tightly around your waist, the tip of his nose brushing against the column of your neck while his head tiredly rests on your shoulder. "i missed you, princess."

you cooed. "big baby." you rubbed his back for a while, switching to running your nails up and down the broad expanse of it— the exact way you knew he liked to be soothed. "i was there the whole time, you know."

"and? doesn't matter. if i'm not holding you like this then you're technically not with me." he grumbled.

you laughed, and you could feel his shoulder do a little shake as he, too, chuckled at his own silliness.

"just drink your coffee, sun."

you settled to sit atop of the vanity table and sunoo chose to sprawl out on the couch, head tilted against the backrest with one hand weakly holding up the coffee cup, making you snort as he blindly tried to chase after the straw with puckered lips.

"are you that tired?"

"kind of. my legs hurt. they had me standing in these platforms for an hour."

"you're the one who wanted to look taller, babe." you pointed out, holding back a snicker.

sunoo, sour about his height being pointed out, just stretched his sore legs out with a grunt, his figure becoming more slouched. "i wanted to look good."

"but you always do."

"yeah, well you haven't explicitly said that today." he muttered under his breath but the size of the room didn't allow for whispers. you heard everything loud and clear.

it's not that he didn't look good. you were being truthful— he always did.

he wasn't even wearing anything particularly special. just a plain washed out black shirt, rolled at the sleeve to expose more of his fair and toned arms. he also had loose jeans tied to his hips with a belt, added with silver chains hanging from the belt loop which complimented his pinkish complexion very well.

still, he managed to look breathtaking.

that, in addition with something else, had his aura feeling a little different today.

prior to the shoot, they told sunoo that the vibe was a bit more on the serious side. think young rockstar grunge. and your boyfriend, being the perfect idol he is, wasn't going to half-ass it— so as per usual, he delivered.

the thing with your boyfriend is that when he's given a concept, he commits to it. he embodies it. so who could really blame you if your eyes were stuck on him throughout the entire shoot? you couldn't forget the way he intensely gazed at the camera, unflinching at the bright flashes. the way his elongated eyes looked sharper when he tilts his head just a few angles forward.

and every now and then… your eyes would drift down to his arms. from the biceps that has gotten significantly more toned since you got together, down to the veins that would appear more prominently whenever the muscles of his forearms held the neck of the guitar just a bit tighter.

it made your shameless mind wonder how it would look wrapped around something else.

and the pose he was doing now? you could damn near kneel and pray to the heavens for allowing a man as drool-inducing as kim sunoo to be your boyfriend because he looked painfully good like this— relaxed with legs parted in a manspread.

"hm— oh, sorry. what was that?"

"see! you aren't even listening to me." his boots made a thud against the ground when he stomped, head snapping up to show you the same pout that has gotten him out of trouble with the rest of his members far too many times to recall.

"no, i am! i swear, sunoo." you defended, hurriedly hopping off the makeup table to make your way to his side.

but of course, appeasing sunoo isn't as simple as one might think. your ass couldn't even make contact with the cushion because sunoo immediately pulled you on his lap, insistent that you stay close to him as much as possible to make up for your slip up.

your knees were now on either side of his hip, the lone chain hanging from it making you gasp in surprise as it pressed against your warm skin. "oh.. i'm sorry, princess. should i just remove it?" his hands were already reaching for the chain's lobster claw but you scrambled and pressed his hands against himself. "n-no! it looks good. don't worry."

sunoo looked at you with lifted brows. then, his eyes started to grow more narrow as he looked from your face then to the hands pinning down his own.

"what does?"

"h-huh?"

his voice drops a little lower and when you meet his eyes, it looked the same as it did during the shoot— just a little more intentional this time around. like he was figuring out how to answer a test he couldn't exactly read.

"i said what looked good? explain it to me, princess."

you took a small gulp to ease the growing dryness in your throat and you swear you saw the corner of sunoo's mouth twitch upwards but it was gone the next millisecond. "uh... you! y-you did so well. the fans would love the shoot." you answered, the syllables coming out as a single continuous word with the way you spoke hurriedly.

"what was that?" he asked, brow cocked and head tilted to the side with a small knowing smirk growing on his face.

"sunoo!"

"baby. come on, i'm just curious." he laughed shallowly, the same arms you've shamefully been gawking at earlier looping around your waist so he could pull you closer to him. now chest to chest, sunoo looked in your eyes, still wearing that cocky grin on his lips.

"i said you did well. the fans would love the shoot."

"i know they will. but i need to know what you think." he mumbled, poking your cheek with his nose with each emphasized word, arms still keeping your locked on top of him.

for sunoo, compliments from you were like candies on halloween— abundant and never ending— which is why it confused him all the more when you kept avoiding the topic.

you let out a soft squeak, leaning forward and choosing to hide your face on the crook of his neck. "you're teasing me."

"i'm not. just wanna know why my girl is so tongue tied today."

you let out another huff.

"come on, princess. can't a guy ask for praise from his beloved beautiful girlfriend?"

"you looked amazing today." you relented, muffling the words against his shoulder.

"couldn't you— darling. come on," he gently pushed on your shoulder so you could face him, the back of his hand brushing ever so lightly against your cheekbones as he admired your flushed face. "look at me and say it, please?"

and how could you ever say no to those alluring foxy eyes?

"you look amazing today. the outfit.. the concept fit you really well. not necessarily better or anything. just.. different. in a good way."

sunoo smiled in triumph, taking your hand and slowly threading his slender fingers through yours.

you looked down just as he squeezed your hand, and the small gesture made the knuckles and veins even on the back of his palm more prominent, successfully knocking you off of your train of thought.

sunoo caught that. of course he did.

it finally clicked. the way you were constantly shaking your head during the shoot, why your brows were so knitted like you were focusing on something too hard. all because of his arms.

"ah… this what this is about, huh?" he teased, bringing your interlocked hands in between your face and you could feel your face heat up even more.

you're done for.

no matter where you turn your head, sunoo's hand followed, showing you the bumps of the veins and the ridges made by his knuckle poking through the thin skin. it made you whine out his name.

"i'm kidding, baby." he laughed, pressing a light peck of your pouted lips. "didn't know my arms had that kind of effect on you. must be why you were extra quiet today."

"your clothes showed it off extra well. i didn't even know they got this big already." you murmured. you pressed your palms against his shoulder, slowly rubbing the skin up and down his biceps and gently squeezing them in between. "when you finally decide to work out, i know i'll have to fight off more of your feral fans."

"princess." he started. "they'd have to get these oh so amazing hands off of you if they wanna take me away. because i'm not ever going to let you out of my sight." he teased with a smile but you can feel the truth and sincerity behind the words. "never."

for a beat, it was silent. just sunoo's eyes looking into yours in a way that always had your heart skipping.

he doesn't say anything. just lets his gaze run all over the pretty girl atop his lap like he's carefully trying to etch every inch of you in his memory. then, his eyes land on your parted lips and it causes him to subconsciously run his tongue across his own.

they looked so soft. tempting. and best thing is that it's his— entirely his for the taking.

it doesn't even register to you that you've both started leaning in until you feel his nose bump into yours, his warm breath fanning over your mouth. your grip on his shoulders tightened a little.

"can i have a kiss, babe?" you croaked.

"anything for my girl." he sealed that promise with his lips pressed on yours, palm cupping on your nape to guide your head to a slight tilt. the liplock was innocent— gentle, even. neither of you bothered to use tongue or teeth, just lips weaving together.

"love— your makeup artist's going to hate me." you breathed, words falling on deaf ears as sunoo pulls you closer to him and silences you with another, more needy kiss. "don't care. want you." a quiet, throaty grunt escapes him as he slots his lips against yours again.

the hand on your hair inched further down, giving a gentle press on your shoulder opting to hold on your neck to keep it steady. you let out a quiet whimper into the kiss, which only encouraged your boyfriend to press his fingers just a tad bit tighter, leaving your head spinning as he wantonly sucked on your lower lip.

the both of you are breathless when you pulled away, lips still glistening with saliva, skin flushed and dewy from sweat. sunoo ran his fingers through his styled hair sporting a satisfied grin.

"didn't know you were into that." he whispered, voice low and gravelly as he reached up to wipe the dampness on the surface of your bottom lip, eyes glued to the way it recoils back when he tugs it down.

you were stunned, red in the face and scrambling for words to make up an excuse when three knocks rapped from the other side of the door.

it was locked, but you jumped by instinct to the spot beside him, quickly smoothing the fabric of your shirt while clearing your throat.

"sunoo-ssi. we'll need you in the changing room in ten minutes!" a woman's voice called out from the other side.

"i'll be there. thank you!" he replied while raising an eyebrow at your antsy reponse, giggling quietly as he threw an arm over your shoulder. "another round of being tired and away from the most gorgeous girl ever." he sighed, pressing a kiss on your temple. "can't believe the world is so cruel."

"you're so dramatic."

"yet you put up with me."

you pursed your lips. you don't have a come back, because it's true.

"just get up, sunoo. they're probably already waiting on you." you muttered, patting on his thigh.

"come on. we have 10 minutes. wouldn't you rather kiss your boyfriend some more?" sunoo teased, even making an exaggerated kissy face. tired, you shook your head and stood up to open the door, palm pointing to the space outside. "go."

sunoo lets out a defeated sigh, standing up and walking towards you until your retreating figured naturally pressed against the door.

click. closed again.

"babe, you really have to get going." you whined, pushing on his chest just as he was about to lean down for another kiss. dejected, sunoo clicked his tongue and stole a final peck from your lips as he reached for the room's knob.

"but just so you know— i'm intent on showing you how well these arms—and hands—work after the shoot." he flashed you a sly smile, shooting a wink before slipping away like he didn't just send multiple bright sparks down your belly.

you don't know what he meant. not exactly. but you're damn sure you're just as excited as he is for the shoot to be over.

꒰ from ! 🐰 yan ꒱⠀⠀ thinking a lot about sunoo's arms n hands lately. wanna bite on 'em like a chewtoy !!! >< also went for the idol!ksn route since i already have an est. relationship college au in the works for sunoo. hehe. hope you enjoyed this, anonie ! < 3

you hate sunghoon.

he's playful, he's mean, and he doesn't know when his crude jokes push too far.

you hate it all, but something you hate even more is the fact that it never fails to get blood rushing to your cheeks. every playful threat, every dirty promise he whispered to you brought fires alight in your body.

"can you shut up? it's your fault we're here." you groan, kicking his leg. "and go sit somewhere else."

"i wanna sit beside you, though." he hummed, the lovestruck stare he gave you making you shift a little in discomfort.

you make a move to cross your leg over one another and his eyes shamelessly drop down to the soft skin of your upper thigh that peeked out, tongue darting out his mouth to wet his lips. "i'd honestly prefer if we could be locked somewhere more private but—"

you interrupt him with a fist to the desk, making the surface shake.

sunghoon pauses and raises both palms to the air, a corner of his mouth curling into a lazy smirk. "woah. angry already? it usually takes a little more to get you riled up."

you sigh, having had enough of his teasing today. "why do you do that, sunghoon?"

he tilts his head, feigning innocence. "do what, exactly?"

"why do you s–say things like that?" you frown. "you can't say things like that unless..."

"unless what?"

"unless you like the person..." you grumble underneath your breath and huff, shifting further away from the boy. "go do that to someone you can actually fool."

sunghoon's smirk blanks into a deadpan, something sharper replacing the playfulness in his eyes. "come on, doll. you're either dumb, or a fucking prude if you still don't get it."

he doesn't know why you can't get the fucking hint— rather, hints.

he's given you a lot of them.

at first, he tried to be nice about it. he threw casual compliments your way, smoothly interjecting nice things in between conversations.

"oh, you're wearing blue? hold on, i'll match with you."

"you smell so good. it's like you're trying to make me like you even more."

"i like being around you, you know that?"

you laughed and assumed it was just sunghoon's way of being friendly.

so when that didn't work, he tried teasing you instead. nothing hurtful, just mildly annoying things. he thought that would get to you.

instead, you just ignored him, leaving him with no other choice than to escalate his confessions into something more direct— something more sexual. perhaps those would get his point across.

"d'you wear that skirt for me? it's nice and all, but you'd look better without it."

"give your lollipop a break, doll. i know something else that could keep your pretty little mouth occupied."

he's been trying to let you know, in all ways available to him, but you tuned him out and ignored him every single time.

it's annoying, and it frustrated him to no end.

so when your plump, gloss-covered lips jut into a pout at his insult, sunghoon's patience just snaps.

he grabs your arm and pulls you to sit on top of the desk, parting your legs with his own body. you let out a surprised gasp, pushing at his chest. "s–sunghoon— you can't—"

"months. i tried to let you know for fucking months." he growled, the sharp tip nose brushing against your neck as he squeezed on your hips. encouraged by the soft moan you let out, he finally presses his lips on your neck, growling profanities in between nips and bites.

"i— mmh.. i– i don't—"

"don't what, baby? still don't get it?" he breathed against your neck, licking a wet line from your pulse point to the shell of your ear.

"please— hoon, please." you whimper as he presses his fingers on your inner thighs, back arching and pressing your chest further into his. you didn't know what you were begging for, but more pleas tumbled out of your mouth anyway.

sunghoon's teeth grazed your earlobe, voice gravelly as he whispered. "what'll make you understand, huh? i said it as a joke. i even told you i liked you outright, and yet you— fuck." your skin was so soft, and you smelled intoxicating, and the sinful sounds you made was driving him insane. "you still don't fucking get it."

his fingers made quick work of your soaked panties, pushing it aside before dipping his fingers between your folds. sunghoon let out a breathy chuckle. "maybe this will let you know, mm?"

"oh, god." you mewls turn louder as his middle finger presses firm circles on your swollen bud and he shuts you up by claiming your lips in a searing, wet kiss.

"so fucking wet." he growled against your lips. "all for me, yeah?"

"y–yes, hoon! all— all yours. fuck." your eyes flutter shut, head tilting back with fingers tightly gripping on the edges of your desk as two long digits push inside your clenching hole.

sunghoon litters your neck with more marks, whispering quiet praises against the skin. his thumb presses on your clit, adding pressure the swollen bud in addition to his fingers curling inside you, pressing on that spongy spot that had you seeing stars.

"fuck, fuck, fuck— it feels so good, sunghoon."

"that's right, baby. say my name." he smirked, leaning back to proudly admire the sight of you panting, eyes rolled back with legs spread wide as if to invite more of him. "so fucking beautiful like this."

sunghoon presses his lips on yours to swallow your noises that were turning louder and louder, mixing with the obscene squelches of your cunt each time he pushed himself knuckles-deep inside. "are you close, doll? mm?"

"yes, y–yes!" you nod fervently, clutching on the sleeve of his moving hand and rocking your hips to meet his hand. "faster, please. w–wanna cum, hoonie. please, please." you babble.

sunghoon cooed, pressing feather-light kisses on your jawline. "okay, sweet girl. don't worry, i'll make you cum."

he adds a third finger, muttering yet another curse under his breath as he watches your tightness take all of it. his thumb pressed harder on your clit, the slight pain of it only adding to the overwhelming pleasure.

"i'm gonna— mmph.." you bit on your lower lip and sunghoon gave you a nod, cradling your warm cheek with gentleness that contrasted the way he finger fucked your sopping cunt.

"let it go, doll. come for me."

his words snip the thread, and your entire body tenses, thighs shaking with a loud, shameless moan of his name.

sunghoon slows down, thumb still attentively rubbing at your clit to prolong your high until you keen from the overstimulation and weakly grab his wrist. "hoon— fuck, enough.. p–please."

he relents, pulling his fingers out of you slowly before flashing you a boyish smile.

small, soft, and oddly genuine.

"good girl. you did so well for me." he whispered, pressing a kiss on your forehead. "do you get it now?"

"you have a weird way of confessing, park." you whisper breathlessly, resting your head against his shoulders with a tired dopey smile gracing your lips.

"and yet it's the one that made you understand." he laughed, giving your back a gentle rub before pressing another, firmer kiss to your forehead. "and for the record, i was correct— you are a pretty moaner."

YAN'S NOTES ➤ RAHHHH thank you for the req!! hope this delivered. hehe. i like the casualness of this format tbh! anyway, send more hard thoughts. need to get this brain churning and prepped for the longer hoon fic. 😔

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FROM YAN 🐰 ➤ and that's it for children of divorce !! :3 i really giggled over the insanity of jay/n "breaking character" after every fight 😭 everyone was so fun to write too (especially niki bc his character turned out so funny n dramatic n over the top. i Lov him.) but yeaaa this is probs one of my favorite smau releases by far (also the most chaotic) nd i hope u guys liked it as much as i enjoyed making it !! ><

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