paris fashion week gongfourz…i think it’s only fair i ask for your thoughts on an eiffel tower if yk what i mean….👅
+ luv ur works hehe
always these damn gfz prompts that get me. also yes i know thats the tokyo tower 🗼 tw mmf / blindfolding / mxm yaoi again / tied up / squirting ment. / # leehan loves boobies + lmk if i missed anything!
taesan and leehan who blindfold you and make you guess whose cock in is your mouth and whose is pounding your pussy from behind ♡ if you guess correctly they'll give you praises that go straight to your cunt, slick pouring down your thighs as they continue to use your holes as their cumdump. but at least they let you cum too - it's a competition. whose cock do you squirt on first? whose cum do you think taste better? who has the bigger cock and who reaches deepest inside of you? you better try your best to placate them both - or else one of them will get so riled up and his ego will force him to fuck you in a way that has you screaming his name while you choke on the other's cock (or maybe you would want that...)
BUT if you guess incorrectly? you're in for a punishment... sometimes it's just sharp slaps to your ass, but sometimes they slow down to a torturous pace... thrusting into you so slowly that it's infuriating - and they don't even break when you beg them to go faster and sob apologies out. they grip your hips to stop you from wriggling back onto whoever's taking you from behind. you'll only listen to them - you don't get to do what you want.
"guess we haven't fucked you enough for you to remember which cock is which, huh?" you hear taesan laugh, his smirk growing wider as he leans down and grabs your cheeks in his hand. you mumble out sorrys as you try to push back onto leehan's cock, still throbbing in your walls as he splays his hand against your ass and admires the view of your cunt sucking in his cock.
"such a naughty girl," leehan's voice is so deep and it makes you so wet. he teases you by leaning forward and grabbing your tits, squeezing them to his liking and completely ignoring your pleas of help and begging of him to just move already! leehan doesn't care, he just cares about his own desires and that includes playing with your tits until he's satisfied!
but if you continue to misbehave? they see no choice but to punish you even further! hands tied to the bedpost with a tie while you're still blindfolded, forced to hear them whimper and groan as they fuck into each other, the bed shaking and creaking under you, and you're forced to imagine what they look like under the darkness of your blindfold :T they totally play it up too - taesan's grunts and groans are so loud it's like an amateur porno and leehan's own breathy moans are soooo drawn out and he whimpers out the most tantalising cumming! as he does.
eventually they'll remember you're still there 🙄🙄 you'll hear them whisper to each other about all the things they could do to you before taesan's voice tickles your ear - "wanna cum, baby?". and when you nod furiously and rub your thighs together in anticipation, they laugh, and you know you're in for a long long night...
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this mayyy or may not also be me indulgent heh (๑◠‿◠๑)
note : not the most proofread
wc : 1.2k
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Doing your nails was something that seemed more of an occasional thing. You'd used to opt for press-ons over getting them properly done as they were much cheaper anyway.
But alas, they wouldn't last longer than a measley few hours and you'd instead end up with a pinky or index gone by the end of the night.
Eventually, you've just completely scrapped the idea of doing your nails regularly, and since, you've just gotten used to the feeling of your bare nails.
Having your nails done made you feel pretty, of course, but it was just impossible to keep up with.
However, tomorrow you had a full-day outing with your girls to celebrate your time together.
You had gone on a shopping spree with your best friend two days prior to pick up a cute outfit for the special occasion and admits the chaos of throwing stuff into your carts, your best friend had briefly pointed out this adorably packaged bottle of pink polish with a little heart on the cap that matched perfectly to your frilly dress.
You were immediately swooned by the idea, already mentally drafting the rest of your outfit in your head like a dress-to-impress simulation.
However, as you now sit on the living room coffee table with tissues littering the space and tears threatening to well from your eyes from frustration, you wanted to pinch yourself for getting so excited that you had failed to consider you own incapacity 一how incredibly shaky your hands were.
Your palms and the brush were all sticky from the polish and the low table was all stained from your inconsistent dollops of paint that had dripped onto the surface, all which only irritated you even more.
Moreover, every time you try to scrape a finger around the corners of your nail to clean up the rough edges, in attempt to make your work look just a little less like a child's coloring book, you'd set yourself back once again as you realize the layer on the finger you used had not fully dried, resulting in even more mushy paint everywhere.
You've practically crashed into the carpet of the floor, your nails thick and awkward from the continuous layers of cover-ups you've brushed on in failed efforts to fix your nails.
"Y/n?" Riwoo's voice came through the hallway, concerned. As if he had to do a double take to check if you were okay... or more like if you weren't okay.
"Riwoo-ah.." your own voice wobbled like you were just one more brush stroke away from absolutely bawling.
"..help"
The boy rushes to your side, practically dropping his coffee mug as he goes to cup your face, endeared as he has to bite back a smile threatening to bloom across his face from how distressed you looked from simply doing your nails.
"Do you need help, Y/nnie?" he giggles as he sees you nod back at him with a pout.
He starts by dragging a mini bin over from the corner, properly disposing of all the tissues you had given up on making the short trip to throw away since you've begun reaching for the tissue box so consistently.
"Put on something to watch so you won't get bored, hm? Let me go grab some stuff real quick."
You know Riwoo tends to do his own nails, so it never crossed your mind that it would have been so difficult to do your own. You can't help but chuckle to yourself at your boyfriend's capabilities.
He comes back with another mini-sized clear polish bottle, a tube of liquid with cotton pads and another pen-sized tool you can only assume is a nail file from the scored surface despite it's oddly shaped ends.
"Alright, you wanted this one, right?" he asks, sitting himself down next to you. His speech playfully akin to your local nail tech as he picks up your now-half-empty pink glass bottle.
"Mhm," you nod with a giggle, realizing how silly you probably looked just now raging at your own fingers.
"Thanks for helping me by the way, you didnt have to."
"Don't worry, I wanted to," he chuckles, "I honestly was going to offer to help earlier but you seem pretty excited to do them yourself so I figured I would've just let you do your thing."
"...But you didn't look as excited anymore by time I went to refill my coffee."
You avert your eyes with your cheeks pink.
He dabs the wet cotton onto your fingertips, the cold damp material making your breath hitch.
Riwoo presses a soft peck to your knuckle at your reaction, causing your heart to stutter ever so slightly.
Even though you and Riwoo have been together for a bit by now, you couldn't help but blush at the little gestures of assurance he offers. An odd feeling of stability despite both of your, rather chaotic, personalities; he seems to have perfectly impeccable timing, especially when you find yourself needing it most.
You stare intently at the way the cotton pulls off the stubborn paint with ease, your lips parted like you were watching a magician's work.
He brings another cotton pad to your face, making your nose scrunch.
"It smells!"
"It's alcohol, love," he giggles as he dabs at your chin, "you have nail polish on your face."
He smiles sweetly as he steals a peck from your lips before turning to throw away the used cotton.
Riwoo holds your fingers in his' as he gently pushes back your cuticles, eyes narrowing as he focuses on your nails.
"Let me know if it hurts, kay?" he begins nipping at the dead skin with his specialized tools, moving with patience as his eyes flicker between your hands and your face to pay attention to any discomfort, in case you forget to speak up.
You watch as he works on your nails with practiced efficiency, a warmth growing in your chest at his attentiveness.
You can't help but press a kiss on his ear.
"Hm?" he hums out, maintaining his focus on the task at hand despite his ears growing red.
"You're just too cute when you're concentrated."
"Am I?" he grins at you as he pushes up his glasses with his wrist. His cheeks crease with a smile, brush still in hand whilst the other massages your palms.
。。。
"There we go," he taps lightly on your nails to check if the polish has dried.
You bring your fingers to yourself as you flex them around, admiring his handiwork.
A simple pale pink that looked much more glossy and neat than what you could've ever achieved. To you, it looked as if your fingers had shimmers bouncing off them.
"YAYY THANK YOU!!" you leap at Riwoo, who is still putting away supplies, as you pepper kisses on his cheeks.
You giggles are cut off by a ding at your apartment door.
"Did you get something?" your boyfriend tilts his head at you, who's already skipping towards the door.
"Maybee?" you hum in a sing-song, a wide grin spread on your face.
"Mhm, thank you!" you smile with a polite bow before turning back into your apartment to be met with Riwoo's tilted brows.
You watch his the way his expression morphs as his eyes pan down from you to the bag in your hands.
"Milk tea?" he beams, shuffling up from the carpet to help you with the goods.
You grin proudly as you kiss the corner of his lips, "as a thanks for helping me."
i love riwoo and i love pink and i love riwoo with pink so (i honestly didn't intend for this to come out so long though oops :3)
i also just wanted to put it out there that im trying to work on a longer myung fic nowadays + my productive juices are running dry so (ᵕ—ᴗ—) ,,,keep in touch hehe
little spoon riwoo big spoon reader 🙏 i actually love riwoo so much he’s so sweet and so precious he’s honestly ideal man. he’s so respectful and would do anything if it made someone else happy. i love riwoo.
this is adorable i too love riwoo so much twin 🤞
…
When you arrive home, the house is quiet. Your boyfriend should be home by now, he always is. “Sanghyeok...?” You peak your head into the bedroom and see the boy curled up in the blankets sleeping soundly. As the days went by, his practices got longer and he grew sleepier. He deserved a good rest after his busy schedule, but you did miss your time alone with him.
You quickly shed your clothes and washed your face before climbing into bed. Riwoo stirs lightly as he feels the mattress dip through his slumber. “Shhh, go back to sleep.” You murmur against his shoulder as you pull him against you, his back pressed to your chest and your arms tightly and securely around him. Considering you were relatively the same size as your boyfriend, the little spoon big spoon thing always fit nicely though, he probably looked more like a backpack when he spooned you since he liked to wrap his arms and legs around you.
It was a subtle comfort most guys his age would be embarrassed about, being spooned to sleep almost every night. But Riwoo never felt ashamed, he was comfortable with himself and didn’t care much about how other people viewed him. The boy only cared how you viewed him, only cared about you. You’re sure that when it comes to Sanghyeok that the meaning of his life is to give meaning to your life. Always doting on you, bringing you little gifts, holding your hand, asking about your day and remembering the little details.
“Missed you...” He mumbles into the pillowcase as he presses back impossibly close, always needing to be surrounded by you. “Missed you too pretty boy...” You hum into his hair and wrap your arms around his lower waist, meeting against his stomach so you can keep him close and warm and yours as he sleeps.
summary: studying w sungho, probably highschool! au or university!au, estabilshed relationship
genre: just a funny short fluff story,
reader is implied to be: gn! reader and also extremely lazy😭
wc/avg reader time: 704 = 2.5 mins
notes: corny title im sorry
go back to the library
“And then you have to double what you've got here, and convert this number to Kelvin…”
Sungho was sitting next to you on your desk, with a perfectly sharpened pencil on his hand, pointing at the random numbers and words that made no sense to you, while speaking things that also made no sense.
He was trying to explain one chemistry question that you simply did not understand, the one that was important for the exam coming up this week…
But the only thing that you were paying attention to is how he explained the exercise with a soft, calming voice, even though he had already tried explaining three times already, how he bit his lip in concentration, how actually smart he was…
“Baby…” you interrupt his explanation. “What is it?” he turned to you, quite worried “is there something you didn't understand?”.
“Uh…actually…you know that tiktok audio…the one ‘blah, blah, blah. Proper name. Place name. Backstory stuff…’”
He sighed before answering “Yes…” “that's me right now with you” you explained.
He sighed again before turning to the question, maybe trying to act bothered but his ears were fully red.
After some time, you went for your pencil case, sitting open on the desk, taking some random pen.
Noticing your action, Sungho paused the explanation, before asking: “Do you want to practise now…?”
But no, you weren't, you didn't answer him, though. You started doodling, at the end of the page, two small cats, one with glasses and a small tie, and another with their tongue sticking out.
He sighed again, but he dropped his pencil on the paper, shifting his head closer to the drawing.
“What's that?” he asked, maybe a bit bothered.
“That's us, this one with a tie is you, so serious….! And this funny looking is
me…”
He looked at it for some second, his beautiful blonde hair tickling your cheek, since he was really close.
He let a muffled laugh escape, and even without seeing his face, you knew he had a small, soft smile on his lips.
But he quickly brought his attention back to the exercise, “pay attention" he scolded, trying to look mad “you don't want to fail this class, do you?”
“You sound like a teacher” you laughed, making him look at you, trying to look annoyed and serious, but ultimately falling.
“Yn, I wanna see you doing it now” he says while giving the paper and the pencil he was using.
You pick the pencil, trying to start the exercise somehow, while he looks, sustaining his head with one of his hands.
“Um…I still didn't understand it…” you say, voice barely a whisper, while making a forced pout.
“Do it while I explain to you, then” he answered, quite fast.
You slammed your head on the paper “Aaah, but I don't wanna…”.
“What about a kiss if you get it right?”.
Your eyes beamed, and a bright smile appeared, upon looking up at the boy who made the suggestion.
It took a while for you to actually understand the steps, but somehow you did it right!
When you finished you almost instantly turned to Sungho, smiling. And he was too, noticing your cute kicking on the floor of excitement. He holds your head, gently squishing your cheeks, before placing a small peck…on your nose?
He didn't let go of the hold, but your face turned from bright happiness to straight up disappointment.
He just laughs at the subtle change, before placing a much awaited kiss on the lips, slowly and careful.
As he let out of the kiss, you pouted again, asking for another, but he just laughed and said to do another exercise for it, making you roll your eyes in response, but you focused on the exercise.
-
You didn't fail the exam later that week, and when Sungho came up when it ended and asked if you did well, you just asked for a kiss, again. And he gave to you one, smiling mid-kiss.
“Thanks to you, I didn't fail this time” you told him, also smiling.
You kiss his cheek, before dragging him along at a café to eat something after an hour of a pretty complicated test.
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riwoo x femreader
w: smut, fingering (f), dry humping, dirty talk, servicedom!riwoo, gamer!riwoo, making out, swearing, pet names (babe, baby), cum eating | wc: 813 | might have typos | english isn't my first language | mdni
you were on his bed, watching him play on his monitor, your cheek pressed into the pillow. the glow of the screen lit his face in contrast of the dark room, and your eyes kept drifting to his hands.
the way his fingers clicked quickly over the keyboard, precise and confident. every move made something coil low in your stomach, making your thighs press almost without thinking.
your lips parted slightly, heart hammering as you watched him curse at the screen, muttering under his breath, headset on, completely absorbed in the game he almost forgot you were there.
you couldn't resist anymore, walking towards him as you slowly swung your legs over his lap, straddling him sideways. you buried your face into his shoulder, fingers brushing his chest.
riwoo froze for half a second, then carefully mouthed, "what're you doing...?" covering the mic of his headset with one hand, just in case. his eyes flicked to you, wide, a little panicked.
you hummed against his shoulder, brushing your hands slightly across his chest. "just...watching you." you whispered against his ear, shy, but the press of your hips against his lap told a very different story.
he swallowed hard, throat bobbing as his eyes darted to the screen and back to you. fingers still moving over the keyboard, clicking and typing, but now there was tension on his shoulders, a small shiver running through him.
you moved again, just the tiniest shift of your hips, grinding against him in slow, teasing circles. his eyes widened slightly, biting back a low gasp before he clamped his hand over the mic again, muting himself with a quick click with his other hand.
he pressed his forehead towards yours, chasing your lips but you pulled away from him, earning a whine from him. "babe...mngh.." he moaned against your shoulder as you rocked your hips against the growing tent on his crotch.
you bit your lower lip, pressing closer, hiding your face in the crook of his neck, leaving a small peck on the pale skin.
riwoo groaned softly, muffled into your shoulder as your hips kept moving, slow and needy. his hands gripped the sides of your thighs, holding you tight. "mmh..." he murmured, shivering, jaw tight, fingers flying back to the keyboard before his friends notice his absence.
you tilted your head, brushing your lips against his neck softly, and you could feel him squirm underneath you. then, his lips finally found yours. soft, hesitant at first, then deeper, breathless.
riwoo's lips brushed your hair, sliding his hand inside your pjs, taking his headset off with the other. you moaned at the feeling of his cold fingers play along with your dripping folds. "f-fuck...you're...so wet...for me.."
he suddenly slid in two of his slender fingers as his thumb rubbed your clit, earning a shaky whimper from you. you hid on his neck, rocking your hips as you rode his fingers.
he pressed a soft peck on your temple, swallowing hard at the friction of his hand between each other's core. "you're so f-fucking tight– s-shit."
you whined softly into his shoulder, grinding against him harder, feeling his long fingers curl inside your gushy walls. riwoo's breath hitched against your hair. his hand flexed, sliding in and out of you, making your hips jerk instinctively.
"f-fuck– baby, your pussy feels s'good.." he whined against your lips, sucking on them. his fingers curled deeper, thumb rubbing soft circles over your clit.
you pressed your hands on his shoulders, steadying yourself as you rolled your hips on his hand, hiding your moans in kisses along his neck. "r-riwoo– I'm so close..." your voice cracked.
he groaned, tilting his head to give you more canvas to paint. "ride my fingers, baby. fuck– fucking ride them." he moaned out loud, combing your hair with his free hand.
"ah...riwoo...I'm gonna– g-gonna cum." you managed to moan out, voice trembling, muffled. your fingers dug into his shoulders, nails grazing.
he groaned quietly, your noises sending shivers through his painful boner, feeling it twitch against his own hand through his sweats. his tongue lapped with yours, connecting you with a string of saliva.
"cum for me, baby, you're doing so well. fuck."
your hips jerked uncontrollably on his hand as your orgasm washed you over, clenching tight around his fingers. your moans and whimpers fading lower and lower as you ride out your climax, gasping softly in between.
he pulled out of his fingers as he leaned in to give you a small peck on your lips, sucking on his cum soaked fingers without breaking the eye contact, humming at the taste.
you nudged his shoulder softly at the feeling of blush creeping from your neck to the tips of your ears, resting your head on his chest just to hide your flustered face.
tags: fluff, a little bit of angst if you squint, soft, quiet romance, friends to lovers, one bed trope
a/n: this came to me in the form of a delusion at one am. also, i'm very much trying to get back into writing, really just focusing on wanting to write—messy but genuine—rather than perfecting my fics to a t and ending up just stressing myself out. i'm trying to be more consistent, so stay tuned for more soon! ♡
early morning sun leaks into the dark room. a hush blows over the quiet, wind rustling the curtains, the only movement in the stillness.
a warmth beside you resides, so close. something heavy drapes across your waist—something you're sure wasn't there when you fell asleep last night—and a breath fans across your face, making your eyes flutter open.
the light filters through blond hair like the sun through clouds. sungho is peacefully still, eyes still closed, deep into slumber. it takes you a moment to realize what's in front of you, and only one thought comes to mind when you do. he is beautiful.
every breath he takes is slow and steady. long lashes brush against soft cheeks; there's a furrow in his brow that you absentmindedly want to smooth out. your hand beside him twitches. he's so close. he's so beautiful.
maybe it's just because of the drowsiness addling your brain, or the longing that's been buried deep between the cracks of your flesh and bones begging to be let out that you indulge yourself and touch him.
the slightest of caresses—a knuckle brushing against the skin of his cheek. you watch him, reveling in the warmth of him against you. safe, strong, all-encompassing.
sungho shifts—ever so slightly—leaning into your touch.
you do it again.
your fingertips graze beneath his eye like a whisper and the stillness breaks. sungho stirs, the arm around your waist tightening and drawing you closer. your breath halts in your throat.
his eyes open, lock onto yours, yet you don't dare move even though you know you should. you allow yourself to be selfish, even if it's just for a moment.
the panic settles a little too late.
he takes everything in in a split second—his arm on your waist, yours around his neck and cradling his face, the almost non-existent space between you. you see it flicker behind his eyes, snapping him out of the sleepy haze you wish would last longer just so he would continue to hold you like this.
he starts to pull away, ears reddening and a halfhearted excuse already on his lips. "i'm—"
"sungho."
he freezes at the sound of his name falling from your lips—soft, gentle. he's turned rigid beside you now, the tension surrounding him nothing like the peace he held in his slumber.
he's always so guarded around you, yet he doesn't have to be. you press your hand firmly against his neck, hoping that he realizes you're telling him so.
"can't we sleep in a little longer?" you whisper into the space between you, barely any. he's so close you could just lunge forward and wrap yourself around him, press your lips against his and never let go, but you hold yourself back with the little restraint you have left. the line between you has stretched taut in the few moments he's been awake, threatening to snap, yet you long to reel him back in.
sungho knows he shouldn't have fallen asleep beside you last night. he knew that this would happen—that he'd give in to his desires even in his sleep; reaching out for you and holding you close like he's always wanted to. he knew that once he'd get to have you in his arms, he'd never let you go.
as much as he wants to, he's always held back. for your sake, he convinces himself, because he's always known you'd never feel the same way he feels with you.
it's something that's just set in stone—he's meant to love what he can't have.
though you would love nothing more than to have him.
"i..."
he wants to pull you closer. his arm is right there, slotted perfectly around your waist. he wants to wrap you up in his arms, drown himself in you, and never let go. "i... we... i shouldn't."
the struggle is evident in his eyes. in his fingers clutching at the hem of your shirt. in the way his jaw clenches under your touch.
his words say no, but every other part of him says yes.
why is he holding himself back? i'm right here.
"sungho," you press your palm against his cheek. your fingers dance across his skin, thumb brushing against his lips.
he's burning. you can feel his breath waver. "i'm right here."
"you don't have to hide. not from me."
the tension shatters—silent, but piercing.
sungho all but melts into your touch, tugging you close and clutching onto you like his life depends on it. he buries his face in your neck; your arms snake around his shoulders and grasp him tight. he lets out a ragged breath against your collarbone, warm, sending shivers down your spine.
sungho has always been someone so sure. he stands tall—calm, guarded, yet self-assured in a way you have never been and always admired. it's not that he's unemotional, he just chooses the right time and the right places to show exactly what he wants people to see.
sometimes, he gets a little too focused, a little too deliberate to notice the tension building up in him that you often have to remind him to relax, to let loose a little.
you've never once seen him let go completely, nor lose control of himself.
he's always been in control, up until now.
you've unraveled him. with your gentle whispers and delicate touches you've broken down the walls he's put up in order to restrain himself, to hold himself back from you.
he's weak against you.
"y/n..." sungho whispers, quiet in a way that's almost reverent. he repeats your name over and over again, a faint hush in the still morning, as if he's been depraved of saying it with the emotion and longing he's been hiding for so long.
his hands travel the expanse of your back—palms pressed against your spine, fingers tracing featherlight lines up to your shoulders and cupping your neck, thumbs brushing against your jaw.
you slip a hand under his shirt in turn, skin warm against yours, and the sound sungho makes is sweet in your ears. you feel him relax the longer he holds you, the tightness in his shoulders disappearing with every touch and caress.
his embrace feels safe. he always has been—your safe place. he treats you like you're a gem carved out of something fragile and precious; always so in tune with your every feeling and action, always making sure that you're protected and loved and happy.
and you've always wanted to be the same for him.
"you don't have to hold yourself back anymore, sungho," you murmur into his hair. "with me, you can let go. i'll love every part of you. i love you."
he sighs, a breath of relief and awe. how he's yearned for you to say those three words to him. to say those words back with his whole heart.
"i.. i love you too, y/n. i always have."
—
sungho blinks awake, sluggishly as he tries to remember where he is. he feels heavy, still weighed down with sleep, but something blooms in his chest that warms him all over.
oh.
he remembers your hands on his back, your lips in his hair, your heart beating in his ears. the words you whispered in the space between you like a secret that's only yours to keep; how he finally allowed himself to give in to what he wants, what he needs. and how you'd let him fall into you completely.
he blushes.
"you awake, sleepyhead?" sungho snaps out of his daze and sees you standing beside the bed. he flushes deeper.
if it isn't already bad enough for him, you're wearing his shirt. his shirt that he probably left over at your house and forgot about. his clothes.
he can't help it. much too flustered, he reaches for you, pulling you close and shoving his face into your stomach. he groans pitifully.
"your ears are red," you say, amused, raking a hand through his hair. he leans into your touch unconsciously.
"don't remind me."
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cradling their face in your hands ・ 보이넥스트도어 gn reader + word count 1200 genre fluff slight angst cw not proof-read, kissing — more
a/n queued.
SUNGHO
practically ready to fight you off when your hands reach over to his face, his cheek pressing firm against your palm. unfortunately, this whole ordeal isn't particularly new to him so when sungho is doing the dishes and you call his name in that soft tone of yours, he already knows what's coming
he's confused at first, to say the least. he turns off the tap water and looks over to you but your hands reach him before he gets to. they're cold, your hands, he notes at first (outloud may I add, jolting his head back but instinctively returning to your hold)
"do you need something?" he mutters through his squished cheeks, and you shake your head, no, not really. a beat after you finally whisper a you're so cute — pulling him his head and standing on your tippy toes to place a playful mwah! on the tip of his nose — and sungho can't help but smile at the softness of yours eyes and the very gentle i love you that leaves your lips just moments after the kiss (— you turn and leave him in place, his knees finally giving out on him. he whines and stomps his feet and complains about how that's not a real reason but is silently praying you come back to kiss the spot you missed)
how did park sungho get so lucky?
RIWOO
its the sound of groaning, clothing ruffling, and sanghyeok's silent protests for you to help him that makes you reach upward to catch his face in between your hands. his lower lip jolts forward as he redirects your attention to his tie, both ends on either side of his chest
but perhaps he was truly better off on his own, boring his eyes into your own as he watches you (perfectly, might i add) tie the knot around his neck successfully — to any passerby they would've thought that you were stars themselves for the man in front of you in glasses and skinned kissed in constellations looks at you like you've done just so and it's so hard to not avoid his gaze, everytime you peek up he's staring directly at you with that annoying half grin
you cant help but reach for his face again once youre done, squishing his cheeks between your hands and before you know it sanghyeok is tilting his head enough to nuzzle your nose, before leaning down to capture your lips in his nose — and he feels you smile almost instantly
JAEHYUN
he's completely exhausted but his brain keeps running, eyes burning holes into space, his hair practically ran through by his hands. and he won't stop shaking his leg and his chest keeps rising and falling and—
his eyes finally meets your soft gaze, the concern all over your face the way the pads of your thumb grazes over his skin gently and the space between his brows frown, his eyes seem to gloss a bit more and soon his bottom lip is quivering in your hold
"what happened to my baby," you finally say, barely above a whisper. and ah, there it is —the tears finally cloud his vision and you brush his long hair out of the way caressing his face just as he parts his lips to speak but a broken sob leaves him instead. so you bring him closer to press your lips against his forehead and he finds himself leaning even more into your warmth (myung jaehyun never wants to leave)
TAESAN
doesn't catch the mischief in your eyes, too busy picking at his food in front of him (and complaining about the boys), to notice the way the gears are cranking in your head, the way your eyes haven't really left him.
when you reach over to his side, dongmin doesn't think much of it. to be fair, he's so used to not bending over to pick something off him or to check something quickly on his phone. so imagine his surprise when your hands leave your folded arms, and not reach for his phone, but to his face instead. eyes big and confused, frantically searching for some sort of explanation in your recent action, but the look you give him is too soft and the way your eyes seem to reflect the stars. so obviously, han dongmin only reacts in the most nonchalant way possible — he hiccups.
and it's impossible to hold back the laugh that spills from your lips, your hands still pressed against his cheeks, pulling him closer to your own face as you coo and he hiccups again. and when the words i love you leave you in a giggled whisper his ears start to color match the broth in front of him.
LEEHAN
immediately smiles into your hands. you didn't mean to wake him up, just trying to brush hair away from his face so it doesn't become too much of a bother in his sleep
and soon he stirs awake at the feeling of your hands, the gentleness of your fingertips and the warmth of your skin stirring him awake. his eyes are slow to open and he's blinking, trying to make out if the figure is really you (of course it is). you mumble a low m'sorry to him, brushing the remaining hair sticking to his hair and soothing over his cheeks with your thumb
leehan practically grins; his eyes shining despite the darkness of the room, dimples forming on his cheeks when his sleepy gaze eventually meets yours — honestly if this was how he was going to be woken up he may really sleep forever — leans into your hand like a cat and you can't help but coo and squish his cheeks even further (he rasps a giggle and you award it with a kiss to his lips)
WOONHAK
similarly to the others, woonhak can't help but melt into your hold like puddy. loves it when you do this — and it's often, because he enjoys the feeling of being taken care of (and the way you lean in and kiss him) despite being used to his members coddling him, he prefers it when you do it — there is something very gentle with the way you call his name
loves it even more when the two of you are outside just after he bids his basketball court friends goodbye to see you waiting for him by the bleachers — jogs up to you with grin on his face, chest heaving and sweat trinkling down his body ("did i do good?" leaves him first as he sits down, trying to catch his breath but his gaze never leaves you. (he really wants that answer)
and you smile, shifting yourself to stand in-between his legs and cup his sweaty face in your hands — and you the immediate moment when he falters, where his breath gets caught in his throat and he starts coughing. and you don't do anything to stop the laughter that falls out of you and when you stumble away he pulls you back so he can hold your hands firm against his face (he'll get sulky if he doesn't get a you did good kiss)
summary: you and sungho have been friends since forever. but it’s different when nobody’s around - and a trip with your friends and some (un)fortunate bedroom arrangements might just change everything.
words: 5.6k
warnings: none!! pure fluff, just some mentions of alcohol
a/n: finally the fic is out! i love sungho so so much but i was so exhausted after my exams it took me a little while to finish writing it >_<
the backseat of jaehyun’s car became the absolute worst place to be in the moment you were forced to sit inside of it, crammed together with all the bags, for the duration of a seven-hour drive on one of the hottest days of the year.
you kept repeating to yourself that it would all be worth it in the end - the lake house that your friend’s parents owned would be amazing, the trip would all be worth it, you’d finally get the rest you deserve. the reminders of jiheon and kazuha already waiting there for you with a promise of drinks and great gossip only fueled your willpower even more. unfortunately, going against it was the absolute hell of a weather and the fan which seemed to give you little to no relief from the excruciating heat.
sanghyuk, divided from you by the three huge bags of clothes that didn’t fit in the trunk, tried his best not to focus on the weather - eyes closed and headphones in, trying to fall asleep but ultimately failing miserably. the frown on his face was quite telling - he was as dissatisfied with the weather as you.
your two friends in the front of the car seemed to be thriving, though.
jaehyun was sitting in the front, one hand on the steering wheel, the other one resting near the opened window. he had his sunglasses on - partially because he swears he looks cooler in them, partially because the sun was making it hard for him to drive without them.
and then there was sungho.
his blonde hair was pushed back by a pair of sunglasses sitting on top of his head, the black tank top accentuating his toned body in all the best ways. he was sitting comfortably, legs slightly spread, phone in his hand as he divided his focus between humming along to the song and picking what he should add to the queue next. his brows were slightly knit as he scrolled through his playlist, as if choosing another tune to play in the car was the most serious thing he had ever had to do. it took everything in you not to stare at him constantly.
you’ve known him for so long you almost forgot what life was without sungho by your side. ever the inseparable duo, you’ve stuck together through high school all the way to college - as other people came and went, he was the constant you so desperately needed in these confusing years. you knew you could always count on him for everything, ranging from studies through relationship advice all the way to helping you rearrange all the furniture in your room at three in the morning.
but as years went by, sungho changed. and so did you. not in a bad way whatsoever - it was only natural that the two of you grew into the young adults you were now, not entirely different from the two smiley teenagers you were when you first met but not quite the same. and with that change, the air around you seemed to shift as well.
sungho wasn’t the young boy with round glasses and an atrocious justin-bieber-like haircut anymore. his hair was bleached now, courtesy of myung jaehyun and his late night, self proclaimed genius ideas. he was much taller than before: definitely more toned, too. his face, although it stayed pretty much the same, has slightly changed with age - more mature, features sharper, defined.
sungho was a man now. a handsome one, at that.
but that was not a thought you paid much attention to. you shouldn’t. that’s not how friends think of each other.
the bag of snacks you packed for the drive was almost empty now - your eyes stared at the unopened bag of chips with longing, wondering whether you should eat it now or save it for later. after all, you still had three hours left before actually arriving, and that was if you won’t bump into any complications on the way.
with each passing minute you felt more irritated with the weather. on top of that, the urge to straighten out your limbs was growing rapidly and there wasn’t enough space in jaehyun’s car to actually do that.
the moment you saw a sign announcing a motorway exit to a gas station and noticed jaehyun driving off for a quick break you almost jumped with excitement.
‘ten minute break’ he announced, already unbuckling his seatbelt and turning the engine off. ‘if you’re not back in the car by then i’m leaving you here. for once i want us to actually arrive before the sun sets and the streets get dark.’
‘i still can’t believe you guys almost drove off without me!’ sungho sighed dramatically, opening the trunk of jaehyun’s car to retrieve the bags. you chuckled at the comment, seeing the defeated look on your friend’s face.
‘the look on your face was hilarious.’ jaehyun mumbled with a sly smile on his face, eyes scanning the inside of the car to make sure no one left anything inside.
‘it was not.’
‘it certainly was.’ sanghyuk nodded. sungho, defeated, turned to you - seeking for someone to back him up.
‘it was pretty funny.’ you admitted. sungho shot you a glare,but ultimately accepted his defeat, arms slouched just slightly.
you reached for your bag, arm extending towards where it was buried between suitcases and groceries. a grunt left your lips the moment you finally took it out of the trunk - you’ve almost forgotten how heavy it was, and it wasn’t helping that you had to carry it in this weather, while already being a sweaty mess.
sungho noticed immediately.
he took it from you without a sign of hesitation: holding it up with ease, his muscles slightly flexing in the process. he threw it over his shoulder, the other hand occupied with his own baggage.
‘i can carry it myself.’ you said. sungho just smiled.
‘no need.’ he mumbled, feet already walking towards the lake house. ‘i got it.’
it was merely a small act of service - a helping hand from a friend, nothing more. still, you couldn’t help the fluttering of your heart at sungho’s smile, a feeling you couldn’t shake off no matter how much you wanted to.
heat ran up to your face and ears almost immediately, and for a second you were glad the weather was so hot you couldn’t just your state on it.
soon enough you forgot about it, though. the joy of finally reaching the destination and seeing your friends, the picturesque landscape, the cozy atmosphere of the cabin and the already ongoing preparation of your first actual meal of the day took over you and drowned out any inappropriate thoughts of sungho for the time being. the house was filled with laughter, inside jokes, conversations about the activities planned for the next few days and the salivating smell of all the different foods being prepared.
yujin called you over to the kitchen, gaze focused on the knife in her right hand as she chopped up some fresh onion and garlic that she’d later use in the sauce.
‘we might have a teeny tiny problem.’ she said first thing as you walked up to her and you felt your body tense up at her words.
‘is it something serious?’ your question was quickly met with yujin shaking her head. you exhaled deeply, glad that the matter she was about to mention was rather a trivial one.
‘remember how i told you we have four bedrooms here?’ you nodded and yujin put the knife down for a second, turning in your direction. ‘the fourth one is, well, not furnished. last time we were here with my family, my little cousin broke the bedframe and i guess they haven’t yet replaced it. which brings me to another question.’
you listened attentively, letting your friend speak without an interruption.
‘me and jiheon already agreed to take a room together. and the married couple over there,’ she started explaining, hand motioning over to jaehyun and sanghyuk who were currently unpacking the rest of the groceries into the fridge as if it was a job that required two people ‘is surely going to be roommates too.’
‘so that leaves me and sungho.’
‘precisely.’
there wasn’t much wiggle room to try and change the arrangement that your friends already had - for a split second your mind went to the thoughts of sleeping on the couch, or somehow making three people fit in one room. not necessarily out of your own discomfort: more so from an innate fear of sungho finding the situation awkward.
‘have you asked his opinion on it?’
yujin nodded, back resting against the marble kitchen counter.
‘he said he’s alright with it. as long as you are too.’
a hint of a smile appeared on your face, as if that statement had somehow made you calmer about this whole situation. yujin’s lips curved up as well - satisfied and glad that there wasn’t any issue with the arrangement.
‘which room is it?’ you asked. your friend pointed to the stairs.
‘the first one on the left. your bags should already be there. i think i saw sungho carrying them upstairs.’
when you went there to check the room out, sungho was already there.
‘seems like you’re stuck with me as usual.’
sungho smiled gently, eyes looking up following your frame as you entered the room. he was kneeling on the floor right next to his opened bag, searching through its contents for what you could only guess were his toiletries.
‘i wouldn’t want it any other way.’
the sheer softness in his voice sent a tingling feeling through your body. you pushed it down - ignoring it, not letting your mind dwell on the warmth spreading across your chest as he smiled at you, the sweetness in his tone whenever he spoke to you.
you had to remind yourself he was just being himself. sungho was friendly in this exact way to everyone you knew. there was no special treatment, no underlying emotions on his side that would’ve made this into anything more than just being nice.
deciding to shift your thoughts to something else your eyes roamed around the room - taking in the view outside the window, the cozy decor, the slightly creaked door leading to a private bathroom. you smiled to yourself, more than satisfied with the fact that this trip will be spared of the games of rock-paper-scissors and drawing straws to decide the order in which you’d shower. less chaos, more relaxation. it sounded perfect.
sungho opened his mouth - seemingly wanting to say something - but was beaten to it by jaehyun’s voice echoing through the house, loudly announcing that the food was ready.
the group fell back into the usual routine - bickering over who gets to eat the last portion, conversation flowing naturally, jokes being thrown at the expense of everyone sitting at the table. it was exactly what you needed after the most tiring exam season you’ve faced yet: a getaway from the big city, from adult responsibilities, from studying until you fell asleep with your textbooks sprawled around your beds or with your head laying uncomfortably on top of the desk. everything went back to normal.
even the king sized bed you were meant to share with sungho for the next few days suddenly didn’t seem to be much of an issue.
you and sungho agreed to stick to your side of the bed, with you occupying the right while he took the left. it wasn’t the worst scenario you could’ve possibly been in - both of you had your own covers and enough space to comfortably sprawl out like you’d normally do in your own bed. there was nothing about this that could go wrong. nothing that would make it awkward between the two of you.
waking up to the sight of sungho’s face mere milimeters from yours, the sound of his snoring disturbing your peaceful sleep time has definitely not been what you expected.
throughout the night, sungho must’ve instinctively scooted over to your side of the bed - maybe due to it being closer to the window and the fresh air, maybe just because he rolled over in his sleep. but alas, the moment you opened your eyes, just enough to stare at the outside world, there he was: park sungho, eyes closed, messy hair falling on his forehead.
he looked peaceful. calm. relaxed.
cute.
and then there were the horrendous noises he was making with his mouth.
sungho was an avid snorer. you’ve learned that over the course of your friendship - sleepovers weren’t uncommon for you two so it wasn’t surprising that you’ve heard them before. but not like that. not from this close.
he sounded like a lawnmower engine. a very loud lawnmower engine right next to your ear.
you couldn’t help but let out a little huff of laughter at the sound. but then, as your mind slowly woke up more and more, you started noticing other things.
like the fact that sungho was laying close. extremely so - his leg haunched over yours, your noses almost bumping. almost as if he’d cuddled you by accident.
the realisation hit you in a wave of warmth across your face, and suddenly you felt the need for some fresh air. a cold shower. preferably both.
slowly but surely, and with the carefulness of a teenager trying to sneak out, you managed to get yourself out of the bed without waking sungho up - the weight of his leg no longer trapping you from moving. you made your way downstairs as quietly as you could, convinced that everyone would still be sleeping.
‘already awake?’
jaehyun’s voice cut through the silence, startling you. he chuckled at your reaction, turning back to the coffee he was making.
‘i could ask you the same question.’ you mumbled, plopping down on the bar stool in front of the kitchen counter. ‘i don’t remember you waking up this early even once during this entire semester.’
‘i’m a selective early bird, what can i say.’ he answered, hand reaching up to get his hair out of his face. ‘want a coffee?’
you nodded in response, thankful that he offered you one - with just how early you woke up today, a bit of caffeine would definitely help you survive the day.
the next few minutes were filled with silence: jaehyun making the coffee while you scrolled through your phone, head resting against the wall, eyes barely staying open.
jaehyun put the coffee mug down in front of you, eyes scanning your face.
‘so, will you answer my question?’ he sat down next to you, reaching for his own drink in the process. you took a sip of the coffee, a questioning look on your face. ‘about why are you awake at this hour. i think i explicitly remember you saying you’ll use this trip to sleep in for as long as you possibly can.’
‘sungho’s snoring woke me up.’ the previous smile on your face contorted into something much more resembling a grimace. ‘i think i’ll have to wear ear plugs to sleep. but even then, i might still be able to hear it.’
jaehyun chuckled, the sound of his laughter barely audible.
‘yeah, no. i think even the great wall of china won’t help you with that one.’
you continued the conversation as more people gathered downstairs - the topics switching from instagram reels, through brainstorming ideas for dinner all the way to whether jaehyun would win in a fight against jiheon, an argument which happened surprisingly often within your friend group, each time gaining new points for and against both parties.
and yet amongst all of this, there was still no sign of sungho.
you assumed he might be sleeping - after a long drive like the one you had yesterday, let alone the exams which almost sucked the life out of all of you. it was only natural that he wanted to rest. but no matter how hard you tried, thoughts of him didn’t leave your mind.
the group decided to move their conversations outside the building and into the pool: another one of the many amazing qualities of this lakehouse. you decided to hang out inside for a little longer, though, walking up the stairs and back to your shared room.
you were surprised to find it empty.
sitting down on the edge of the bed, you decided to search for your swimming suit, scouring through your belongings to see if you even packed one to begin with. it wasn’t long before you heard the bathroom door open - sungho stepping out, humming a tune you’ve heard from him countless times before. instinctively, you looked up at him.
his blonde hair was still slightly damp, messy strands falling onto his forehead. he didn’t even bother pushing them away - knowing that they’d fall back down sooner or later. he had a pair of black shorts on, one’s that you recognised from when the two of you went on a small shopping spree as a self-gift for just how hard you’ve worked during the winter semester. the tank top he was wearing seemed tight compared to the other ones he owned - fitting his body like a glove, hugging his toned stomach and chest almost perfectly.
you might’ve stared for a little too long. been a little too obvious.
‘do i have something on my face?’ sungho asked, and you immediately shook your head, turning your eyes back towards your clothes, half of them now laid out on the floor in what you could only describe as one big mess. sungho was puzzled by your reaction - but there was a hint of a smile on his face at the same time.
he sat down right next to you, eyes trailing down to the pile of clothes on the floor.
‘are you searching for something?’ sungho leaned closer to you, watching as you looked through the stuff. ‘or just making a mess that you won’t clean up for the entire trip?’
your head shot up, a cartoonishly offended look on your face.
‘like you’re one to talk. don’t forget that you’re the one who has dirty socks laying around your apartment.’
‘oh come on! they were jaehyun’s!’ sungho sighed, rolling his eyes.
you stuck your tongue at him playfully. he chuckled.
‘i was looking for my swimsuit, actually.’ you mentioned once you got back to searching through your clothes. ‘although i’m not sure if i even packed it.’
‘you did.’
‘huh?’
sungho leaned down slightly. his hand gently came up to yours, grabbing it and moving it out the way before he reached deeper inside your bag, brows knitted in focus. it wasn’t even ten seconds before he pulled out your swimsuit out of the bag - both the top and the bottom, too - proudly holding it up in his hand like he just found treasure.
‘how did you-‘
‘i was there when you were packing.’ he said before you were able to finish.
‘you were sitting on your phone, though. i didn’t think you were paying attention.’ you admitted, taking your swimsuit from him with a quiet thank you.
‘i always pay attention.’ he mumbled. ‘more than you probably realise.’
his smile was soft in a way that felt oddly unfamiliar - a word which you thought didn’t exist between you and sungho. it was filled with adoration. longing, even. emotions you didn’t expect to see on your best friend’s face, let alone directed at you.
but that couldn’t have been the case. surely you were just imagining things.
you couldn’t quite put a finger on what felt different.
on a surface level, everything was the same - everyone was having fun, relaxing and taking full advantage of the free time you all had. and yet despite all of this, something felt off. something shifted.
there were moments where you didn’t feel it as much: social settings make it easy for any nagging thoughts and feelings to go away for the time being, after all. but then sungho would sit next to you and all of a sudden the air around would shift, the vibe changing almost completely. you started noticing things you once would’ve dismissed as just him being friendly - the way he was always the first one to come running when you needed help with something, even as trivial as getting the cereal from the top shelf, the way he would always find a way to sit close to you, the way he laughed a little harder at your jokes compared to everyone else’s. you weren’t sure whether he was always like that, or whether his actions intensified now. you weren’t even sure if it was real or just a figment of your own imagination - your mind playing tricks on you due to the repressed feelings you had for sungho. feelings that were growing harder to ignore with each passing minute.
especially since sungho was always so…. close.
a hand hovering near your waist when he wanted to make sure you didn't trip. an arm loosely laying behind you on the sofa. knees barely grazing each other when he’d plop down next to you on the bed, ready to sleep. every slight touch, every light contact made your breath hitch in your throat and your heart beat a little faster, that familiar fluttering sensation in your stomach.
and now the two of you were alone - with the remaining four members of the friendgroup collectively deciding to go on a grocery run as the amount of foods in the fridge lessened by the day, now reduced only to a couple beers and a pack of cheese sticks.
you were sprawled out on the sofa with your legs resting on the table in front of it, a reality show playing in the background as you scrolled through social media when you suddenly felt the mattress shift under someone’s weight on its other end. sungho silently plopped down - phone in hand and the last remaining pack of chips in the other.
sungho laughed at something playing on his phone and your eyes immediately shot up with curiosity. he noticed.
he scooted closer to you - enough to be able to comfortably show you the video, but not too much so as not to invade your space. an old video of him, jaehyun and sanghyuk played on his phone, one that you remembered you recorded for them on jaehyun’s birthday. sungho couldn’t help but laugh as he replayed the memory of smashing a cake into his friend’s face, the sound of his laughter filling the room.
you, however, couldn’t focus on that recording: too enthralled with the way his face seemed to light up, his bright smile making your heart flutter.
‘is everything alright?’ his voice cut through your thoughts, bringing you back to reality in a matter of seconds. you nodded quickly, in an attempt to save face in front of him.
‘of course it is.’ you mumbled. ‘why wouldn’t it be?’
‘you didn’t laugh at the video.’
you looked at sungho’s phone, then back at him.
‘oh, right. i just dozed off, i think.’
sungho nodded slowly as if taking in your answer, body relaxing on the couch just slightly, as if still unsure whether to take your word for it and leave you be or dig deeper. the moment you saw him put his phone down you immediately knew it would be the latter.
sungho shifted in his seat so that he was now facing you, eyes scanning your face, and suddenly you felt heat rising to your cheeks.
‘are you sure everything’s alright?’ he asked once again, now diligently watching the way you shyed away, your eyes looking everywhere but at him.
‘i’m sure.’ you said, but you knew by the change in your tone of voice that sungho will immediately know you’re lying - especially with the way he shook his head softly, a slight chuckle leaving his lips.
‘i’m positive it’s not.’ he said. you shot him a glare, looking away almost immediately.
‘it is.’
‘you’re avoiding eye contact.’
‘that doesn’t prove anything.’
‘it does with you. you always do it when you lie.’
of course he noticed. of course park sungho noticed.
his eyes didn’t leave your face for a second - scanning your features with precision, almost as if he was trying to figure out the source of your behavior himself.
a sigh left your lips.
you thought about your options for a second. there was truly no way around it anymore - with your feelings affecting the way you acted around sungho more and more with each passing day, you had no chance at hiding it any longer. not with just how well he knew you: your mannerisms, your habits, being able to spot how you’re feeling in a matter of seconds. sungho could read you like a book - and even though in this very moment he couldn’t yet decipher the words on its pages, you were sure that he would soon. and it made you afraid. terrified, even.
sungho was still looking at you - eyes full of concern mixed with something else, a warm, welcoming smile gracing his face as if trying to encourage you to speak.
you inhaled sharply, finally deciding to look up at him, all while fighting with yourself to actually speak up. he didn’t rush you - didn’t move from his seat, his gaze still gentle and full of care.
you exhaled slowly, than inhaled again.
‘i’ve actually been meaning to talk to you about-‘
‘we’re back!’
you jumped, startled by jaehyun’s sudden yell from the hall, a wave of voices and conversations following right after him. inside, you weren’t sure whether you wanted to thank him or curse him out - the idea of delaying your conversation with sungho made you feel conflicted.
sungho got called over to help with carrying the bags: which he went to do, but not before shooting you an apologetic look that could only mean he was sorry you got cut off this way. soon, you also got occupied - jiheon and yujin insisting that you should be on the grill today while the rest focused on making the sides and setting the big table on the terrace.
as much as you wanted to be present and in the moment, enjoying it with your friends, you couldn’t help but think about sungho.
would he ask you to finish the conversation once you’re all in your rooms and ready to sleep? would he ignore anything even happened, dismissing the whole thing? you weren’t quite sure which one you’d want to be the reality.
you purposely sat at the other end of the table - eyes focused on your plate, laughing along with the others when someone said something particularly funny. but you didn’t have to look up to know that sungho’s eyes were on you. you could feel it all the time without fail: almost as if he was waiting for you to look back at him, trying to get a read on you but seemingly failing as he kept getting distracted by sanghyuk’s jokes and jiheon’s stories.
all your friends seemed blissfully unaware of the tension between you two - so thick you could cut it with a knife - and continued their conversations until they were slightly tipsy and far too tired to sit around the table. one by one, they retreated to their rooms: leaving you and sungho alone, once again. the duties of cleaning everything up were left to the two of you: considering that the rest went out of their way to get all the groceries, it was only fair that way.
you worked on cleaning the table in perfect silence, loading the dishwasher and securing what was left of the food so that it won’t go bad. even the. you couldn’t focus on your task fully: not with the way sungho kept glancing in your direction. eventually you finished your part of the chores, though - and took it as your chance to disappear into your bedroom.
maybe if you fell asleep quickly, you would be spared from the conversation with sungho.
but the universe had other plans.
you were almost done brushing your teeth - not wanting to miss that step no matter how much time it would take - when sungho carefully opened the bathroom door.
he stood there, in the doorframe, eyes focused on you as he leaned against the wall, his voice gentle yet firm.
‘we didn’t finish our conversation earlier.’
your breath hitched for a second before you exhaled slowly, your heart rate speeding up all of a sudden even though you tried to calm yourself down. you finished brushing your teeth - putting the toothbrush away as you turned to face him, giving him a small smile.
‘oh, it’s nothing important actually.’ you said, trying your best to sound as convincing as you could. ‘you can forget it, really.’
sungho stood in silence for a second before taking a step forward. then another. he soon stood right in front of you - eyes still not leaving yours, his expression a bit more serious than before.
‘we both know you’re not telling the truth right now.’ his voice was quiet, barely above a whisper. ‘you know you can tell me anything, right?’
you managed to finally look up at him - unsure of what you were going to see on his face, heart racing even more now that he was standing only one step from you. you could practically feel the heat radiating from his body.
‘i’m afraid this one is an exception.’ you muttered, eyes locked with his. sungho reached out for your hand, squeezing it gently in a sign of support, a soft smile gracing his face.
‘try me.’
you took a deep breath before you even dared speaking.
‘i have feelings for you.’ you finally blurted out, your chest heavy and cheeks flushed. ‘i have for a while now. i wanted to ignore it, i really did - coming to terms with their existence meant that our friendship would be ruined and that was the last thing i wanted to go through, you know? you matter too much to me for me to let that happen so i thought if i just hide them well they’d go away. well, turns out i was wrong. no matter how hard i tried, i still couldn’t change the way i feel about you. and as unfortunate as it is, i do love you. and i’m afraid that love isn’t as platonic as i always thought it was.’
sungho stood there in silence - eyes slightly wider than usual, as if what you just said was a complete surprise to him - and that second without an answer was enough to make you panic and let go of his hand.
‘i’m sorry if i made you uncomfortable with my confession.’ you added suddenly, words much more rushed than before, your breath slightly shaky. ‘you can forget i said anything and-‘
sungho’s lips were on yours in no time, cutting you off mid sentence, and all the thoughts spiralling in your head stopped completely.
his hand found its way to the small of your back, steadying you as his other hand reached up to cup your cheek. the kiss was sweet but intense at the same time - as if he’s been waiting for it just as long as you did. his lips moved against yours in unison, thumb rubbing circles on your lower back.
you were sure that sungho could hear just how loud your heart was beating, your chest mere millimeters from his. the whole situation was overwhelming all your senses: you felt like it was taken straight out of your dreams.
sungho pulled away after a hot minute - only then did you realise his face was almost as red as yours, the embarrassment of his sudden action finally catching up to him.
‘i hope that clarified where i stand in all of this.’ he mumbled, hand still resting on your back, as if he was physically unable to move away from you now that he finally got to be this close. ‘and just in case it didn’t, i’ll say it, too - i love you. and i always have. even when you ruined my halloween costume in eighth grade.’
you laughed at the memory, forehead resting on sungho’s chest.
the sound of sungho yawning made you look up at him once more, a gentle smile on your face as you noticed how tired he was. you picked up your phone from next to the sink and checked the time, only to see it was already two in the morning.
‘we should head to sleep.’ you mumbled, hand tugging his as you made your way towards the bed. ‘we can save walking down memory lane for another evening.’
sungho smiled, nodding along to your words as he reached for his pajamas. after a few minutes of freshening himself up before sleep, he was back by your side - a smile gracing his features as he laid down next to you.
‘does that mean i get to cuddle you to sleep?’ he asked, hand reaching towards your waist. you could feel that familiar tingling sensation in your stomach again: only now you weren’t so afraid of that feeling anymore.
you nodded in response and before you knew it, sungho was latched onto you like a koala bear. you couldn’t help but chuckle at just how quick he was with his movements, spooning you like it was his life’s purpose.
sungho placed a kiss on your cheek, hugging you from behind as he got comfortable on the bed.
‘we’ll have to tell the others.’ you mumbled. sungho chuckled, planting another kiss near your temple.
‘we have tomorrow to worry about that,’ he muttered quietly, nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck. ‘for now i want to enjoy getting to cuddle with my favorite person.’
synopsis — in which a random customer starts asking for items off the menu or in which he noticed how you took his request seriously and wanted one more thing that was off the menu
리우 genre: fluff, written warnings: none ?? js tooth- achingly sweet wc: 1.5k pairing: non idol! riwoo x bakery owner! fem! reader
lanis little letters: here’s some fluff for bnd, was so tempted to make this angst but i held back. oh how i love riwoo saur bad but more bnd works soon, didn’t forget don’t worry lol — but do enjoy ! (tags and reqs open)
all undercut !
The first time he walked into her bakery, it was raining.
It wasn’t dramatic, thunder-cracking. Just a soft, steady drizzle that made the windows fog and turned the street outside into a watercolor painting.
Y/N was behind the counter dusting powdered sugar over a tray of lemon crinkle cookies when the bell above the door chimed.
He stepped in like he wasn’t sure he belonged there.
Soft hoodie. Damp hair. Hands tucked into his sleeves.
The kind of face that looked permanently thoughtful, like he was always halfway through a daydream.
He glanced around slowly, taking in the warm lights, the chalkboard menu, the glass display glowing with croissants and tarts and neatly piped cupcakes.
His eyes lingered on everything like it mattered.
He ordered a simple vanilla bean scone and an iced latte. Nothing special. Nothing off-script.
But when she handed him the bag, their fingers brushed, and he gave her the smallest, shyest smile.
He came back the next day.
And the next. And the next.
By the end of the week, she had memorized his order. He would stand in line quietly, hands folded, gaze drifting toward whatever she was baking that morning.
He always looked like he wanted to say something but decided against it.
Until one random Tuesday.
“Do you ever make donuts?” he asked, voice soft, almost careful.
It caught her off guard. Donuts weren’t on the menu.
She specialized in pastries, artisan breads, delicate things that required precision and patience.
“Not usually,” she told him.
He nodded like he expected that answer.
But there was this tiny flicker of disappointment in his eyes that made something in her chest tug.
The next week, there was a small sign taped to the display case.
Today’s special: brown butter glazed donuts. 🍩
He noticed immediately.
The way his expression changed, subtle, but so real it made the early morning she’d spent frying and glazing worth it. He bought two. Then he paused before leaving.
“They’re really good,” he said quietly. Like he meant it more than he let on.
After that, it became a pattern.
He’d request something not on the menu. Something oddly specific.
Matcha cream puffs with less sugar. Strawberry basil danishes. Cinnamon rolls with orange zest in the glaze.
Things that required experimenting, testing, rebalancing flavors.
And she would pretend to consider it casually.
Then stay up late perfecting it.
He never made a big deal out of it. He’d just come in, see the little handwritten “limited special” sign, and that shy almost-smile would appear again.
Sometimes he’d sit at the window seat and eat slowly, watching the street.
Sometimes he’d bring a notebook and scribble in it between bites.
It didn’t take long for her to start looking forward to him.
Not just as a customer. Not even just as a familiar face.
But as him.
The way he always thanked her like she’d done him a favor. The way he’d linger just a second longer at the counter.
The way his eyes softened when he talked about flavors, like he experienced food in full color while the rest of the world lived in grayscale.
One evening, after closing, she found herself packaging up a test batch of lavender honey cookies.
On impulse, she snapped a picture and sent it to the number he’d finally given her a week ago.
too floral? be honest.
He replied almost instantly.
never too floral.
It became their thing.
Late night texts about flavors. Photos of half-frosted cakes.
Voice notes of her laughing when something flopped completely.
He’d send pictures of empty boxes with captions like i did my research.
Eventually, “stop by the shop tomorrow” turned into “come over and try this before I put it on the menu.”
The first time he came to her house, he brought a tiny potted plant.
“For the kitchen,” he said, cheeks faintly pink.
She pretended not to notice how carefully he took his shoes off at the door.
How he hovered near the counter, hands clasped behind his back, watching her move around her own space like it was something sacred.
Her kitchen was warmer than the bakery. Smaller but a lot messier.
Bowls stacked in the sink, flour dusting the counter like snow. Music playing softly in the background.
He fit there strangely well.
He’d lean against the counter while she plated samples, sleeves pushed up just enough to reveal his wrists.
He’d taste everything seriously, like he was a judge on a competition show. Brows furrowed. Head tilted.
Then he’d look at her with that quiet sincerity and tell her exactly what he thought.
Not harsh. Not overly sweet.
Just honest.
She trusted his palate. But more than that, she trusted the way he made her feel when she was creating. Like what she made mattered.
Weeks turned into months.
Her menu slowly filled with items that had once been “off the menu.” Customers started asking for the orange zest cinnamon rolls regularly. The matcha cream puffs sold out by noon.
She never told them who had requested them first.
Some things felt too personal to share.
One afternoon, he didn’t come.
It shouldn’t have bothered her as much as it did. But she kept glancing at the door every time the bell chimed.
That night, her phone buzzed.
can i come over tomorrow? i made something.
She stared at the message longer than necessary.
The next day, she cleaned the kitchen twice.
When he arrived, he wasn’t empty-handed.
He held a small white box carefully in both hands like it was fragile. His hair was slightly messy, and he looked more nervous than usual.
There was a faint dusting of flour on his sleeve.
“I tried,” he said softly, setting the box down.
Inside were donuts.
Not perfect ones. The glaze was slightly uneven. One was shaped a little lopsided. But they were clearly made with care.
She looked at him.
Then back at the donuts.
Then at him again.
“You’ve been making everything I ask for,” he continued, voice steadier now.
“So I thought, maybe, I should try making something for you.”
Her chest felt tight in the best way.
She picked one up, the glaze still faintly tacky. Took a bite.
It was warm, soft, and sweet. Maybe a little too sweet but also slightly dense.
But still perfect to her.
She didn’t tease him about the texture. Didn’t analyze the crumb structure or the glaze ratio.
Instead, she smiled in a way that made his shoulders relax immediately.
He watched her like her reaction mattered more than anything.
There was a pause.
A quiet one.
The kind that feels heavy but not uncomfortable.
He swallowed, then stepped a little closer.
“I didn’t just come to show you those,” he admitted.
Her heartbeat betrayed her.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small folded piece of paper.
When he opened it, she saw messy handwriting—his handwriting—listing flavors.
Vanilla bean. Brown butter glaze. Lavender honey. Strawberry basil.
All the things that had started this.
“You keep making things that aren’t on the menu,” he said. “For me.”
His eyes met hers fully now. No hesitation. No half-glances.
“I was wondering if maybe…” He exhaled softly. “If maybe I could be something that’s not on the menu too.”
It was awkward. A little cheesy. Completely him.
Her answer came without hesitation.
“Yes.”
The relief that washed over his face was almost unfairly endearing.
Like he’d been bracing for rejection this whole time and couldn’t quite believe he didn’t get it.
She stepped closer first.
Closed the space between them.
The kitchen smelled like sugar and fried dough and something new.
His hand hovered near her waist before settling there carefully, like he was still asking for permission even after she’d given it.
Her fingers curled into the fabric of his hoodie.
For a second, they just stood there.
Breathing the same air.
Smiling in that quiet, soft way people do when something finally makes sense.
The kiss wasn’t dramatic.
No fireworks. No cinematic spin. Just warm and gentle.
Sweet in the way fresh glaze is sweet—simple, not overwhelming.
He tasted faintly like powdered sugar.
When they pulled apart, their foreheads brushed.
He laughed under his breath, soft and a little disbelieving.
She nudged the donut box toward him.
“Next time,” she murmured, barely louder than the hum of the kitchen, “we’ll perfect the glaze.”
He smiled, but this time? It wasn’t his normal shy smile.
And somehow, she knew he’d keep coming back, whether there was a sign on the menu or not.
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either you're drunk out of your mind or he is cuz its funny
[mentions drinking]
majority fluff ..or more so stupidity
kinda just a draft but like oh well (not proofread at all. really.)
wc ~0.2k/scene
٩(ˊᗜˋ*).⋆。𖦹°‧
Sungho
Here you are in his passenger seat after the rest of your coworkers had dumped the responsibility of drunk you onto him since "he lives closest to you anyways"
He sighs as you continue to mutter random words through your boozed state.
"Sunghoooo, you don't be such a party pooperrrrr" you continue to slur.
"please just rest," his tone exasperated.
You suddenly sit up, posture straightened enough to seem honest.
"y/n?"
"You know, i only dolled up this pretty for you today." you whisper through giggles, like your telling him a cheeky secret you didn't want him to hear, "I thought if you saw how pretty i looked, maybe..maybe you'd realized what you lost. Buuut it feels more like I've been the one at a lost instead."
The man pulls into your apartment designated parking, the one he's pulled into countless times.
He finally turns to you, eyes wide with his lips pressed in a thin line.
Only to be met with you snoozing away into the hard surface of the window.
"... you're impossible." he huffs.
Riwoo
He had (through a lot of effort) finally managed to get you through your apartment and make it onto the couch. He's not sure what possessed him to drive you home tonight.
He had initially intended to just drop you off at your gate to figure yourself out buuut of course he just couldn't do that could he?
Moreover, your drunken muttering miiight have also struck a soft spot in his heart.
"Riwoooo, i missed you soo much hehehe" your voice replayed in his head almost mockingly. He shakes himself.
"You're drunk," he sighs.
perhaps, he wanted make sure you were safe. but he couldn't deny there was a familiarity in having to take care of you like this.
"alright. im gonna go now okay?" he huffs out, rather exasperated, as he kneels to your height.
"goodbye kiss?" you giggle with your eyes half closed, throwing your arms around him with your lips puckered.
Your lips meet his palm.
The boy exhales, wide eyed, "you're seriously going to regret this when you wake up, you know?"
"hmph, fine be like that then," you slump back into the couch, leaving the poor boy still shocked and red on the floor.
he pinches the bridge of his nose in some sort of attempt to collect himself, "this universe hates me.''
Jaehyun
(the teeniest tiniest bit of angst if you squint)
wc 0.4k
It was already a pain having to avoid each other and pretending you both didn't want to punch each other seeing the other prance around the office floor like nothing's happened between you both.
However, since your boss had announced a new project between the two of your divisions, a new tension had settled in the office air ever since. Everyone had assumed it was just a rivalry sort of situation, but only you and Jaehyun knew the truth.
so now, on a supposed stress-free bonding dinner, you both seat across each other in a silent but deadly drinking battle as the rest of the two divisions crowd around you.
The 'silent' part evidently wearing away as quickly as drinks were being downed.
"HA? so you REALLY think your points were better than mine just because they had a more comedic approach?"
"Yea unlike your old hag of a PowerPoint," you tsk, "people would've fallen asleep halfway through your presentation!"
"BOTH OF YOU CAN ARGUE OUTSIDE MY RESTAURANT."
and with that, you and Jaehyun now sit outside a convinience store on some random busy street.
you sigh into your palm as you look at the boy next to you, seemingly indifferent to your situation, "you know if you had an ounce of anything but ego, we wouldn't be here right now."
"oh isn't that familiar," Jaehyun chuckles dryly, head leaning back into the bench.
"what are you talking about?" you question. He seemed like he wasn't just talking about your guy's drinking battle.
"if i wasn't so egoistic, we would've still been together, right?"
you raise your head at him, taken aback by the statement.
"Jaehyun, we've been over this."
"You've been over this. I haven't. I haven't been over you. I don't think i will be," he looks at you with reddened eyes and what seemed to be.. honesty?
"is it bad that i was really excited to work with you again? but seeing how disgusted you were when we got announced to work together, i wanted to bang my head against a wall"
"Jaehyun.."
"you can forget this tomorrow, i just.. needed to get it out of my system."
You grab onto his wrist, the words stuck in your throat.
So instead, you move.
It must've been the alcohol, at least that's what you'd tell yourself.
You leave a small peck on his tear stained cheek. Just like how you used to when he needed your comforting.
that night, instead of passing out from the amount of drinks you've taken in, you lie awake staring at the ceiling, more sober than you wished you were.
These few months of pretending had truly worn you down.
Taesan
As you hull this six foot man's body onto a park bench, you topple over next to him to catch your breath.
"how much could you have possibly drank?? Gosh Taesan," you rub your brow as you lean onto your knees.
"i'm not drunk" he persists through hiccups.
You sigh, leaning your back into the bench.
You feel his gaze already on you, in a way that seemed familiar. loving, as if.
You brush the thought out of your head, seeing you have bigger problems as of right now.
He laughs, amused at your bothered state.
"Hey, don't you remember that we had our first kiss on this bench?" the man sits up suddenly.
Like he's about to do something bold.
"I miss you, y/n."
He rests his head onto your shoulder.
Your body freezes.
????????
"i still think about it. about you," he smiles stupidly into the distance, almost unashamed.
"What?一"
"Too bad you don't like me anymore, hm? I went ahead and fucked up the one good thing i had going for me."
a pause fills the air as you take in his words.
"..Taesan"
You finally bring yourself to look at him.
His eyes resting softly as the dim light illuminates his lashes over his cheeks, looking so effortlessly handsome even in this state.
He's already snoring away into your arm.
You purse your lips at the scene. How could he ever think you could fall for anyone else.
You could only sigh to yourself.
what will you ever do with him?
Leehan
Leehan had always been a cool and composed man. Everyone in the office had known him as such. What they didnt know was that there was exactly one person who could make his confidence falter.
And now, that person is knocked out drooling on his shoulder.
"im so so sorry that you have to deal with her, let me just call someone quickly," your friend apologizes frantically as she scrolls through your phones contacts.
"seriously, how you pass out and make your boss carry you," she whisper yells at you with a knock on your head, to no avail of course, "i think i could just call her boyfriend, it's the pinned contact anyway."
His brows press together.
'boyfriend?' he thinks to himself, his heart sinks at the thought. Well, you're are quite the woman. Guess it wouldn't take you long to move on from him.
He sighs to himself in an attempt to distract the twisting feeling in his stomach. Even more so that the reason behind it is now sound asleep on his back. It has been quite some times since you've broken up with him.
His thoughts are cut through by a ring in his pocket.
Only to be met with your contact as he and your friend now watch the two phones ring simultaneously.
She looks down at the contact on his phone then to your face now snuggling into his neck, "ah一"
"i can-.. i can take her home.." Leehan coughs out.
"right."
Woonhak
"I'm leaving him with you, i give up!" Jaehyun yells and he stomps out the bar.
and now a sobbing Woonhak sits slumped your right seat at a dinner with the marketing division.
。。。
Woonhak and you had broken up long before you had joined the company. So you can imagine your suprise when you ran into your ex in the coffee breakroom a few weeks into your internship.
"y/n?一"
"Kim Woonhak if any one in this building finds out ANYTHING about us, im dragging you to hell with me."
。。。
and so your secret has remained. until now that is.
"y/n-ah..is that really you," the boy chokes through drunken sobs.
You offer a not-so-friendly smile as kick him under the table in a desperate attempt to get him to shut up.
"what are you doing here??" you gritt your teeth with a whisper.
"oh y/n, i didn't know you were friends with Woonhak!" Your coworker chimes.
your eyes widen, "we're not一"
"of course shes my friendddd, but she's been so so cruel to me," Woonhak grumbles into the table, "she told me to not talk to her even though I've missed her so much!"
You feel your heart drop to your stomach.
The entire team of 12 people's eyes are now on you and him.
"Hey y/nnie, can i please be your boyfriend again? I've missed you so much."
scene : childhood-friend(?) Taesan x a very very clingy reader when he has to go back to his busy schedule.
wc : 0.4k
note : not proofread
⊹₊。𝜗𝜚 ˖ ࣪ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ
you hate waking him up.
you hate that you didn't get a wink of sleep because you would have to be the one to wake him up after the night's over.
you hate that you'd need to gently shake him awake and watch his eyes flutter into awareness as he greets you with his half-asleep smile that tugs at your heart each time.
you hate how your cat always tries to stop you from waking him up because she thinks that you're going to take him away and she won't know how long it'll be before she can see him again.
you hate that you're never sure either, how long it'll be before you'll see him again after you've sent him away.
"y/n-ah," he blinks awake, resting a palm on your pouty face, "don't you think it's weird to watch someone sleep?"
a whiskered smirk creases into his eyes as you continue to sulk instead of answering him.
your keep your eyes on the boy inches from your face as your head remains rested on the mattress and your legs stay tucked on the cold floor, not budging.
"...go back to sleep"
"you know I can't do that," he laughs softly.
"go back tomorrow."
"i have work, dear.."
"no you don't."
the teasing nickname causes a faint blush to dust your cheeks. Too bad for him however, his attempt to distract you won't work this time.
your brooding continues as you latch onto the boy whose trying to get out of bed.
"no workkk," you whine, trying to keep Taesan in his bed with your arms and legs hooked around his torso, but to no avail as he manages to pick you up with him almost effortlessly.
"i see the girls are giving you a hard time?" your dad quirks an eyebrow, amused at the scene of you and your cat clinging onto Taesan like christmas ornaments.
"more or less," you feel him chuckle.
。。。
You watch Taesan shut the boot of the taxi parked outside your house after he had finally manages to shake you off.
"c'mon, I'll miss my train at this rate," he sighs lightly, with no actual urgency to his tone.
"when are you coming back?" you ask, even though you know he'd never actually give you an accurate response. He never does.
"when i can," the boy offers his most promising smile.
"...have a safe trip," you avert your gaze. You know you would've started welling up if you looked at him too long. You always do.
"i will," he pats your head, "byebye, y/n."
he leans down, leaving a peck onto your forehead, as quickly as he did.
your body remains tensed as the car slowly disappeares into the distance.
thinking about loser pervert myungjae who has a pathetic crush on his roommate sungho and his pretty girlfriend! 🎀 tw voyeurism / dom sungho / sub myungjae / squirting / degradation / yaoi!
you don't think much of myungjae's... odd behaviour whenever you're around at your boyfriend's place. he's just sungho's weird roommate who skitters away at the sight of you and stays in his room the entire time. sungho tells you to ignore him and that you do!
until you catch him digging through your laundry basket, some of your clothes thrown in there alongside sungho's.
"oh! jaehyun? are you looking for something?" he thinks he's so slick when he drops your bra back into the basket in a panic and immediately starts blubbering some excuse about finding his shirt and socks got mixed up and -
you bring it up to sungho one day, when you're lounging on his bed and cuddling. you tell him about how you think jaehyun has a crush on you because you caught him going through your underwear and somehow sungho's possessive streak kicks in.
that night, sungho leaves his door cracked slightly open as he pounds into you from behind, pulling you up flush against his chest as his cock splits you open.
"louder, baby," sungho coos into your ear, an arm around you waist as his other hand grips your cheeks, "let jaehyun hear how much you like my dick."
you moan out loudly as sungho's dick sinks into your needy messy hole, his thrusts punctuating the way you vocalise his name - "mm! sungho! sungho! it's too m - much!"
sungho just laughs lowly as he spots jaehyun's eyes peek around the door of his room, eyes wide as he drinks in the scene: you - a mess and drooling in sungho's arms as his cock disappears into your cunt, obscene squelches and the sound of skin slapping onto skin, and your boobs that are on full display for him, littered with red marks from sungho's earlier ministrations. sungho's blond hair that falls into his eyes, his groans that shoot straight towards jaehyun's dick, and the way his hips snap into yours...
jaehyun tries his best not to moan out loud - his hand pumping his own cock in the same rhythm of sungho's thrusts. sure, he sometimes would stick his ear to the door whenever you and sungho think you're being quiet and get himself off like that, but sungho always had his door locked when you two were getting down - so getting a visual is totally new territory that turns him on to no end. quiet whines escape his lips as he watches, his hand probably nothing compared to being in your cute cunt.
"sungho, i'm cumming!" you whine out. sungho delivers one last thrust and jaehyun has to slap a hand over his mouth to stop himself from letting out a pathetic moan when he sees you squirt all over sungho's cock, falling to the bed while sungho slaps your pussy - making you cry out in pleasure and pain as your cunt gushes some more. jaehyun's tongue lolls out as he pants - he'd do anything to just get a taste of you that didn't involve digging through sungho's laundry basket and desperately looking for your used panties.
jaehyun's own hand quickens when he sees sungho fuck you through your orgasm, every time he draws back another gush of water squirting out onto the bedsheets below. so, so close! jaehyun thinks as he screws his eyes shut and spurts all over his hand as he keens, nearly falling over as he sees sungho's cum cover your ass in white, splattering over your back as he strokes himself to climax. sungho's groan reverberates as jaehyun pants, quickly stuffing his cock back in his pants before sungho catches him.
but of course, sungho does.
"come here - you stupid mutt," sungho leans against the doorframe, and jaehyun gulps as he's dragged into sungho's bedroom, the smell of sex and sweat still in the air.
sungho more or less throws jaehyun onto the bed beside you, and jaehyun trembles in anticipation as you giggle and trace a finger down his jaw.
"you like what you see, jaehyun?" you whisper into his ear and he whimpers, his cock straining against the confines of his sweats.
sungho scoffs, "of course he does, he's a fucking pervert."
and that's how jaehyun finds himself on all fours, gagging on sungho's cock while you stroke his, all while cooing in his ears about how he's such a perv and a slut for wanting both his roommate and his roommate's girlfriend, and all he can say is thank you in between his whines when sungho paints his face in white and you push jaehyun in between your thighs and order him cutely to clean up sungho's mess that he left behind earlier.
okay but sex pollen with crush! riwoo 🌺 tw dubcon / p in v / praise kink in there somewhere / exhibitionism (maybe)
it started as a dare - how long can you stay alone with someone else in a closet? taesan pushed you into it, mouthed thank me later, and promptly shut the door in your face and twisted the lock shut.
the first thing you register is how dark it is, and second is the sickly sweet smell that permeates the entire space.
"hello?" you call out into the darkness, unsure of who the other person stuck here is.
"[y/n]? oh - thank god, it's you," your heart picks up the pace when you hear his voice and your stomach does a flip. riwoo - now you know why taesan said that - literally everyone knew of the stupid crush you had on the guy, except for riwoo himself.
"can you find the light switch?" you end up saying - your voice rushed and breathless as your heart thrums far too quickly to be natural.
you feel his breath fan over your collarbone as he leans over and feels around for the switch.
"found it," he whispers - sounding right next to your ear as he flicks the switch on. the lights buzz to life overhead and you realise with a start how close riwoo is.
"oh - um, hi," he clears his throat when your eyes meet, awkwardly pulling back and sticking himself to the wall of shelves and clothes inside the closet.
you try to pull your eyes away and echo a greeting back, flinching slightly when riwoo reaches behind you to rattle the doorknob. he frowns, "locked."
"guess they won't let us out until the time's up," you take out your phone to check the time with shaky hands that riwoo thankfully doesn't comment on, "let's just wait."
riwoo nods and you elect to sit in the opposite corner of the closet, grabbing a pillow and burying your head into it as you try to hide the furious heat that has crawled up your neck at the proximity.
it's all normal for a few minutes - until hot flashes begin to run through you. suddenly you become very aware of riwoo's ragged breathing and how you're close enough to feel the heat radiating off his skin. then the flashes become something stronger - waves of feeling and something you can ignore and makes you steal glances at riwoo, who at this point has also gathered himself on the floor and is staring pointedly at the ceiling.
fuck, you knew you found him attractive and stuff, but this was ridiculous. you squeeze your eyes shut to avoid looking at him - but all you can think about is how good he looks in the low light, and how much you need him, and how he'd sound when you take his cock into your mouth and -
you nearly slap yourself - jesus christ, [y/n].
"it's hot in here, isn't it?" you pull on your collar and riwoo's eyes immediately zero in on the skin that flashes beneath.
"riwoo?" you ask again when he doesn't respond, reaching out to touch his hand.
"mm?" he moans slightly when your fingers touch him, his eyes immediately widening as his face flushes, "yeah, it's really h - hot."
you pull back and your body immediately craves the contact again. "sorry," you end up mumbling, biting your lip and riwoo just nods, folding in further into himself against a rack of clothing.
your mind races a mile a minute, your cunt dripping at this point. you close your eyes again and this time let your mind wander - maybe it'd give you some relief from the heat. you think about how you'd let riwoo bend you over, fuck messily into your cunt with his cock and use you as his own personal toy.
it's no use, you sigh angrily to yourself, shifting against the pillow that was now under you to find some kind of relief and friction.
"please -" riwoo chokes out, "don't do that."
"do what?" you snap, irritated your release was interrupted.
"g - grind against the pillow," riwoo whines, "it's so fucking hot."
"oh," you breathe out. you can't help but whimper at the sound of his voice calling you hot and riwoo's entire body seems to react, his hips bucking as he lets out another whine, a wet spot emerging on his pants as he throws his head back into the shelves.
"d - did you just..." you swallow harshly and riwoo just pants.
"i - i don't know why -"
"that was really hot," you interrupt before he can continue, crawling over to his corner, "can i help you?"
"haa - what?" riwoo pants as you paw at his bulge, before his rationality flies out the window and he's nodding furiously, "fuck - yes, just - just help me."
not a moment too soon - you grab at his belt and he helps you with clumsy hands to unbuckle them and push his soiled pants and boxers off - just enough for his dick to be released. you moan at just the sight of his cock, leaking at the tip.
"so pretty," you mumble, your hand wrapping around his base as your tongue darts out to lick at his precum, "want it in me so bad."
"want you too," riwoo manages between his gasps when you start to twist your wrist around his base, "want you so bad."
he lets out a pornographic moan when your lips finally close around his dick, his hips immediately jumping up at the feeling of his dick in your mouth. you start sucking desperately, moaning at the taste of riwoo on your tongue as his whines reach your ears and his cock hits the back of your throat. it doesn't take long for him to cum, whatever making you two hot for each other clearly affecting his sensitivity as well.
he moans when you hum around his dick, your mouth full of his white sticky seed as you reluctantly pull yourself off him. you swallow what you have in your mouth and riwoo whines again, incredibly turned on.
"fuck -" riwoo's eyes are blown out when you push him back and straddle him, grinding your clothed pussy against his sensitive, still-hard dick.
"need you," you whine, relishing in the friction, "you have to help me too!"
riwoo nods dumbly and helps you out your pants and panties, "so cute -" he stutters, holding up your panties like he's won a prize and mouth watering at the smell of your arousal.
"c - can i?" you ask, your bare pussy hovering over his dick as he nods eagerly in response.
you drink in the image of him, cheeks flushed, shirt riding up, his involuntary noises as his hips jump and twitch at the slightest bit of contact. his pants are still at his feet and your own shorts are thrown somewhere into the racks of clothes behind you. you reach forward and help him out of his shirt and he manages to kick his pants off. you pull your own shirt off before crashing your lips into his - it's messy, wet, and heated.
you lower yourself onto him, feeling his dick stretch you open deliciously as you take his cock inch by inch, shuddering as your eyes roll into the back of your head. god - you could cum just from the feeling of him filling you up full.
"fuck!" riwoo cries out as he feels the heat of your pussy clench around him. he stares up at you when you start to move, bouncing on his dick desperately as your hands come down to rub circles on your clit, hellbent on climaxing. his eyes flickering between your cute cunt, your perfect tits, and your slightly parted mouth. your cute 'aah, mmh!' noises drive him crazy, and he can't help but thrust upwards, eagerly fucking you on his dick as you grind down on him.
"feels so good," you moan, your hair falling into your face as riwoo stares adoringly up at you. somewhere deep inside you, you understand this could just be a one time thing - that it could just be a case of desperate times calls for desperate measures - so you decide to savour it. savour the way his tip brushes against your sweet spot and the feeling of how he fills you up, the way he has the cutest whines and moans and the way he's calling out your name.
"touch me," you whimper, pulling on his hands and letting him cup your breasts, "does it feel good?"
his words send a shiver down your spine and something in you breaks. "oh my god," you moan, falling forward as you cum on his cock, your entire body shuddering as pleasure overwhelms you and your slick coats his cock. riwoo holds you up as he chases his own release, hands gripped on your hip as he continues to rut up into you relentlessly, almost uncaring about your wrecked sobs and sensitive cunt as he continues to fuck up into you.
"so so good," riwoo whines as he buries his head into your shoulder, "you're so good."
your entire body is jostled by his rough movements, your perfect tits bouncing in his face as you let him take over, thrusting into your heat.
"cumming!" you hear him moan out.
"yes - please! cum in me!" you beg, and riwoo responds accordingly, whining deep in his throat as hot, sticky ropes of cum fill your needy hole.
"can't stop!" riwoo whines, "can't stop cumming."
but he eventually does, after what seems to be loads of cum he empties in you.
"haa - ah," you breathe out, feeling his cum leak out of your spent cunt when you pull off him. it's hot and lewd and somehow it makes you even more insatiable for more.
"shit," riwoo curses as he comes down from his high, "what was that?"
"i - i don't know," you feel the embarrassment hit you like a tidal wave as you feel around for your shirt, even if your cunt clenches around nothing and globs of white continue to leak out of you.
"i liked it though," you whip your head around at riwoo's quiet comment, only to feel his fingers slip in between your thighs.
"wait - riwoo," you can't help but let out a moan at the feeling of his fingers teasing your entrance, dipping back in to stuff your cunt back with his cum.
an hour later, both of you emerge from the closet with marks sucked onto riwoo's skin and you on wobbly legs. neither of you notice how the door has been mysteriously unlocked from the outside during your... bet.
Hi! I hope you like them. I made three one-shots, featuring different members, with different concepts, but they'll brighten your day if you spend Valentine's Day alone.
Summary:An earbud falls to the airport floor. You pick it up.Some connections don’t need words, just the right place… and the courage to take the first step.
The airport is loud, but you’re focused on closing your suitcase when something small rolls across the floor and stops near your foot.
An earbud.
You pick it up without thinking.
You look around for someone who might’ve dropped it, and you spot him a few steps away. Dark hair, black jacket, calm expression. He’s checking his pockets, his brows slightly furrowed.
You walk over.
“Is this yours?”
Riwoo looks up.
He stares at you a second longer than necessary.
Then he nods.
“Yeah.”
He reaches for it, and when you hand it to him, his fingers brush yours—just barely. He doesn’t over-apologize. Doesn’t smile wide. He just looks at you, like he’s trying to memorize you quickly.
“Thanks,” he says.
You think that’s the end of it.
But he keeps looking at you.
Even after he puts the earbud back into its case.
“Flying far?” he asks suddenly.
“Far enough.”
That seems to amuse him. Just a little. A lopsided smile.
“Me too.”
The boarding announcement cuts off any chance of continuing the conversation. You walk in different directions… or so you think, until you see him again in line.
And then later, on the plane.
Same row.
Seats right next to each other.
Riwoo looks at you like the universe just confirmed something.
“Guess my earbuds like me,” he murmurs. “Or maybe it’s luck.”
You laugh softly.
The flight begins.
You don’t talk much. Too little, maybe.
But the silence isn’t awkward.
Riwoo takes one earbud out and turns it between his fingers absentmindedly. Sometimes he looks at you. Sometimes out the window. Every time your eyes meet, something tightens.
He doesn’t offer you the earbud.
Doesn’t tell you what he’s listening to.
He’s just… there.
Present.
Aware.
When there’s a bit of turbulence, you notice his arm tense slightly. He doesn’t say anything, but he doesn’t move when your elbow brushes against his.
At some point, you realize he’s watching you while you pretend to sleep.
He doesn’t look away when you open your eyes.
“Do you always look at people like that?” you ask, half joking.
“Only when something interests me.”
He doesn’t explain further.
The landing comes too fast.
People start standing up. Riwoo doesn’t move. Neither do you.
You look at each other.
He tilts his head slightly.
“Guess this is where our coincidence ends.”
He doesn’t sound disappointed.
But not indifferent either.
You bite your lip.
“I guess so.”
Silence.
He keeps looking at you.
Doesn’t reach for his phone.
Doesn’t ask.
He just waits.
And then you understand.
“Can I… ask for your number?”
The smile that spreads across his face is slow. Satisfied. Like he knew from the beginning this would happen.
“Sure.”
He hands you his phone.
“I knew you’d ask.”
When you step off the plane, you don’t know if it was fate, coincidence…or simply that some things, like important earbuds,
Warnings: Mild sexual tension, teasing/flirting, suggestive situations, playful innuendo
Summary:Sungho comes over and notices you in your oversized t-shirt and underwear. Playful teasing turns into a charged moment, and one mischievous kiss changes everything.
When you open the door, you don’t think anything weird.
You’re just like you are at home.
An oversized t-shirt, way too big.
Underwear.
Bare feet on the cold floor.
"Ah, you’re here" you say calmly, stepping aside to let him in.
Sungho freezes.
He doesn’t enter immediately.
He looks at you for a fraction of a second longer than usual… then quickly looks away, almost clumsily.
He steps inside and closes the door behind him immediately. The click of the lock sounds louder than necessary.
"Do you always… dress like this?" he asks, clearing his throat, his gaze fixed everywhere except on you.
You blink, genuinely confused.
"Like how? Comfortable?" you ask, looking down at your clothes as if you’re noticing them for the first time.
Ah.
So that was it.
You’re wearing your usual at-home outfit.
Comfortable underwear.
An oversized t-shirt that barely covers the essentials.
Nothing new for you.
But it is for him.
"Yeah" you shrug. "It’s my place".
That’s all you say.
All you need to say to make something shift in his expression.
Sungho swallows hard.
"Y/N…" he says quietly. "You should… at least lock the door."
"Does it make you nervous?" you ask, pretending innocence as you walk past him, slow, deliberate.
His shoulders tense instantly.
"It’s not that."
He runs a hand through his hair, avoiding your gaze.
'It’s just…" he sighs. "I don’t want anyone to see you like this."
You raise an eyebrow, amused.
He’s lying. Horribly.
And you decide to have some fun.
You stretch to grab something from a high shelf, fully aware of what you’re doing. You feel his gaze on you for a second… two… until he abruptly turns away.
"You’re doing this on purpose" he murmurs.
"Doing what?"
You turn to face him, leaning against the counter.
Now he’s staring at you.
Shoulders tense.
Breathing heavier.
"Acting like you don’t know the effect you have."
You laugh softly.
"Sungho, you’re overreacting."
And that’s when it breaks.
He takes a step toward you. Just one step.
But it closes the entire distance between you.
"I’m not overreacting" he says. "I’ve spent whole days acting normal when you do this." " When you get close." "When you look at me like that without realizing it."
Your smile fades slightly.
"Like how?"
He raises his hand, hesitates for a second… and stops it just inches from your waist. He doesn’t touch you.
"Like you don’t know it’s hard for me to contain myself."
The silence thickens.
Your heart beats faster.
"And why are you holding back so much?" you ask quietly.
Sungho looks at you like that’s the most dangerous question you could have asked.
"Because I care about you" he replies. "And I didn’t want to cross a line that you don’t even know exists."
You stay still.
Then, very slowly, you close the distance he didn’t dare to.
"Maybe…" you murmur "you should stop assuming what I don’t know."
His eyes darken slightly.
This time, when he takes your waist, you don’t pull away.
"Don’t tease me" he whispers " if you don’t want me to stop holding back."
And the way he says it…
you know it’s already too late to regret it.
Without thinking too much, you lean in and give him a quick, playful kiss, just brushing your lips against his.
Sungho’s eyes widen, his breath quickening slightly, and for a moment it looks like he’s about to say something… but you smile mischievously and pull away, breaking free from his hold.
"bye!" "you say, pretending innocence as you dash to your bedroom. "I think I need to… prepare something."
Sungho freezes in the kitchen, jaw slightly dropped, eyes fixed on the door where you disappeared.
His hand still hanging in the air, where just seconds ago he was holding you.
And even if he doesn’t say it, you know everything changed in that instant.
Summary:Taesan knows exactly how to get your attention—and he enjoys pretending he doesn’t. With fitted shirts, exposed collarbones, and a calm composure that hides how aware he really is, he lets you tease him all you want… until you push just a little too far.
Taesan knows exactly what he’s doing.
You tell yourself he doesn’t notice the way your eyes drift to him when he wears those slightly fitted tops, the ones that cling just enough to his shoulders, that dip low enough to expose a hint of his collarbones. You pretend you’re subtle about it.
You’re not.
And he knows it.
He comes back from the gym later than usual, hair still damp, T-shirt swapped for a thin tank that clings to his skin like it was made for this exact moment. His arms look ridiculous. In a very deliberate way.
He drops onto the couch beside you like nothing’s different, stretching his arms over the backrest, calm and composed, scrolling through his phone.
You try not to stare.
You fail.
Taesan doesn’t look at you, but the corner of his mouth twitches.
After his shower, he sits close. Too close. Warm. Clean. Relaxed. You shift without thinking, fingers brushing his arm, then curling there, just to test him.
He doesn’t react.
That’s the problem.
You move again, this time leaning into him, your cheek against his shoulder, arms loosely wrapped around his bicep. He lets you. Completely still. Completely unfazed.
—or so he pretends.
“You’re being annoying on purpose,” he says calmly, eyes still on the TV.
You tilt your head up to look at him. “What? I’m just comfortable.”
“Hm.” A pause. “Sure.”
You smile to yourself. He knows. He always knows. And he’s letting you do it because he wants you to.
You slide your fingers into the fabric of his shirt, tugging lightly.
“So?” you ask. “Are you always this serious, or is this part of the act?”
That finally gets his attention.
He looks down at you slowly, dark eyes unreadable, cool as ever.
“You like when I notice,” he says. Not a question.
Your breath catches for half a second. “You’re imagining things.”
“Am I?” He leans in just enough to close the space, not touching, not yet. “You’ve been doing this all evening.”
You don’t back away.
Instead, you rise onto your knees, close enough now that you can feel his breath. Your hand is still gripping his shirt.
“Then why don’t you do something about it?” you murmur.
For a moment, Taesan says nothing.
Then you lean in and press a quick, playful kiss to his lips. Soft. Teasing. Over far too fast.
You pull back immediately, already smiling.
“That counts,” you say, and before he can respond, you slip off the couch and dart toward the bedroom.
You almost make it.
Almost.
His hand catches your wrist gently but firmly, pulling you back just enough to turn you toward him. His expression is calm, but his eyes are darker now.
“That,” he says quietly, leaning in until your foreheads nearly touch, “was unfair.”
You grin. “You didn’t complain.”
His lips brush yours this time, slower, controlled, deliberate. A kiss that lingers just enough to make your knees weak, then ends before either of you loses composure.
When he pulls back, his forehead rests against yours.
“Don’t start things,” he murmurs, “if you’re not ready for me to stop pretending.”
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you gasp when you open the bedroom door to see your boyfriend sungho sat in the middle of the bed, wrapped in ribbon. he's not completely bare though, boxers still on.
"what's all this?" you step closer getting a better look. he's all wrapped up in this pretty pink shade of sheer ribbon. it's wrapped around his arms with a bow wrapped neatly in the front, around his neck, wrists tied behind his back and finally, one last pretty bow topped off on his head.
"awe you did this all for me?" you smile, holding his face in your hands and giving him a kiss.
"happy valentine's day." he's got a sweet smile on his face.
"aren't you just the prettiest boy?" your hands are touching all over the bows, tugging a little on the one on his neck. "can i try something?" he eagerly nods and you reach into your purse to pull your lipgloss out.
"just wanna add a finishing touch." the applicator glides along his lips. you move back a bit to admire, his plump lips glossy now.
"oh my pretty baby!" you straddle his lap, arms wrapped around his shoulders, leaning in for another kiss. your hands slowly sliding down his chest to tease at the waistband of his boxers, fingers dipping in and pulling it back to snap against his skin. "just wanna devour you now."
you feel pathetic sitting in your car, parked in the parking lot of his apartment complex, in the rain too. could this be any more of a dramatic scene? why did you even come here? you couldn’t bring yourself to get out of your car anyway. park sungho was supposed to come running back to you. not you to him. and you were the one who broke up with him so really, why are you here?
truth is, you finally realized what you had now that it was gone. you lost someone so good to you, willing to do anything for you and you just threw that all away over some petty argument. when he left it’s like he took a piece of your heart. he made you feel whole. now you’ve just got this big hole in the middle of your chest.
putting your pride to the side for once, you step out of your car and make your way to the elevators. you lean against the wall, thoughts running a mile a minute. what if he’s moved on? what if he doesn’t want you back? what if he hates you? maybe you should just go back. go home. the elevator dings and the doors slide open. you could always just go back in and back down. no. you’ve already made it this far.
finding his number, you hesitate at the door. your heart’s about to beat out of your chest, your body’s trembling. just knock. lifting a shaky hand, you knock. it’s silent for a minute before you see him pull the door open, peeking out from behind.
“y/n?” and the sound of his voice was enough to make you break. how much you missed him and the sound of his voice saying your name.
“oh?” he lets the door go to put his hands on your arms. “hey, what’s wrong, pretty?” and he’s still his same old attentive self. god, how could you let him go?
“come in.” he guides you in, hand on your lower back guiding you towards the couch. “do you want anything to drink or eat?”
you shake your head, wiping your eyes.
“can i just have you?”
“m-me?” he points to his chest, eyebrows raised. did he hear you correctly?
“i’m sorry, sungho. i took you for granted and i just let some stupid argument ruin everything. i’m so sorry.” you sob, head in your hands.
he kneels in front of you, lifting your head and wiping your tears away. “don’t cry, pretty. it’s okay, yeah? i missed you too.”
and there’ll still be some talking left to do, but you feel lighter knowing he feels the same way.
▐ BLAZED - LEE RIWOO
▐ seven billion is on the earth could’ve been anywhere, but you’re here with me
seven billion people on this planet and lee riwoo chose you? it still feels too good to be true even when you still have him in your arms. feeling the way his chest rises and falls as he breathes, feeling his warmth, just feeling him in your arms. with one blink he could be gone. maybe you’re dreaming and when you wake up you’ll be alone in your bedroom, staring down at your empty arms which you could’ve sworn were holding someone.
“i still think you’re some kind of hallucination, you know. maybe the lack of sleep has really gotten to me that i’m imagining a whole person.” you feel the way his chest moves as he laughs underneath your head.
“honey, it’s been years you seriously think you’re in some deep sleep or something?” he’s stroking your head and his other hand is rubbing up your back.
“just feels too good to be true.” you mumble. “you could have anyone else yet you’re here with me.”
“why would i want anyone else?” he asks.
“because you’re you and i’m just, me.”
“the heart can’t help who it chooses.” he kisses your head. “and mine happened to choose you.”
and eventually you look at it in a different light. you see it as destiny. a heart destined to beat for yours.
▐ TATTOOED HEART - MYUNG JAEHYUN
▐ you don’t need to worry about making me crazy ‘cause i’m way past that
myung jaehyun doesn’t need to worry about whether he’s got your heart or not for you’ve already made that well known. he makes you feel a way you’ve never felt with anyone else before. making your heart race a mile a minute whether it be with compliments or just eye contact.
with jaehyun everything just feels right. there’s no need to rush. you like taking your relationship step by step.
“so,” he nervously looks down at his lap, fingers drumming against the steering wheel. “did you enjoy today?” he scrunches his nose after he asks that question. it reminds you of your very first date and it’s sweet that he’s still kept that habit.
you laugh at his reaction and nod. “yeah, i really did and maybe the next one will be just as good?” you turn to look at him and when he looks up to meet your eyes you can see the way they brighten up.
“of course it will!” he says a little too loudly, but then clears his throat. “i mean, of course it will.” he speaks a little lowly, but with that same excitement in his tone.
and you never have to verbalize just how crazy he makes you because he can already see it by the way you look at him with stars in your eyes.
▐ BABY I - HAN TAESAN
▐ baby, i got love for thee so deep inside of me i don’t know where to start
how do you tell someone you got such a deep love for them inside of you without weirding them out? you click enter on your keyboard hoping google has some sort of answer, but you just feel ridiculous. groaning, you put your head in your hands. you’re about to consider reddit when you feel someone’s presence behind you, weight leaning in from behind your chair to look at your laptop screen.
“who do you have this deep love for?” you jump when you hear taesan’s voice, scrambling to close the tab.
“uhh no one?” you stiffen in your chair, refusing to face him. this is already embarrassing enough you’d die if you look at him.
“then why did you close the tab so fast? not that you had to i already saw it.” he shrugs.
“none of your business.”
“kind of is now that i peeked.”
“which you shouldn’t have done.” you swallow.
“is it jaehyun?”
“what? no!”
“leehan?”
“no!”
“sungho?”
“can you stop ask-“
“is it me?” boom. you hesitate which was a mistake because now he’s smirking.
“no.” you’ve never sounded so unsure in your life.
“then turn around and tell me it’s not me.” and you still don’t. you can’t. and you feel your heart leap when he spins your chair for you instead.
“is it me you feel this deep love for?” he bends to meet your eyes since you won’t look up.
“yes, okay! yes it’s you i have this deep love for and i can’t believe i had to google how to tell you because i don’t even know how i’m just supposed to even bring it up like, hey i like you so much you make my heart feel funny and like it’s gonna come out through my mouth? and we’re also friends and it’d be so awk-“ you’re interrupted by a kiss.
“there. you already said it and i confirmed i like you too. was not weirded out at all.” he smiles.
reddit was no longer needed. you already got your answer.
▐ DAYDREAMIN’ - KIM LEEHAN
▐ it’s the way you walk, the way you talk, the way you make me feel inside
seeing kim leehan walking in through that door was like experiencing a rare angel sighting. you had to blink a couple of times to make sure he was actually real. if this were a movie his entrance scene would be in slo-mo, wind blowing through his hair, he’d be glowing and there’d be those opera vocals that play when a pretty character comes in. you were completely in love with this man who you’ve never met.
his smile which curves at the corners, his eyes that turn into crescents when he laughs not to mention how sparkly they are? and how even his laugh has got you.
“who is that man?” you elbow your friend, your eyes never leaving him. she follows where you’re looking and smiles when she spots him.
“oh i just knew you’d fall in love. that’s kim leehan he’s apart of han taesan’s crew.”
“he is an angel. why have i never heard of him?” you turn to look at her.
“he’s not really into the party scene i don’t think. it’s been a while since he’s come around.”
“i want him.” and he must’ve felt the intense stare of someone on him that he turns to look around before his eyes land on you and he smiles. he smiled at you. he directed his pretty smile at you. you feel like such a loser, but you don’t care. instead, you smile back and wave at him. he waves back and then starts walking towards you.
“i’m going,” your friend says. “and do not fumble.” she warns before leaving you just as leehan reaches you.
“hi.” oh his voice is just perfection. you’d pay him just to talk in your ear all night.
“hi.” you smile.
and maybe this could be the start of something, who knows? all you know is you cannot let him get away.
▐ RIGHT THERE - KIM WOONHAK
▐ ‘cause you listen and you care you’re so different, no one compares
kim woonhak makes you feel like you could finally rest. like you could finally stop running in search of a safe space because he is your safe space. putting your worries at ease and healing your heart all at once. you’ve never met someone who was so attentive, who actually loved you. someone who never made you feel like that love was going to expire with time because they’ve grown tired. with woonhak, it always feels like falling in love for the first time. his heart could never run out of love for you. he’d like to be with you for as long as you let him.
“why’d you stop?” he asks when he hears you’ve stopped talking.
“i don’t know if you actually want to continue hearing me talk.” you nervously laugh, fiddling with your fingers.
“why wouldn’t i?” he turns to look at you.
“because you’re busy and i don’t want to be a distraction.”
“since when have you ever been a distraction for me?”
“they normally wouldn’t like me distracting them.” you scratch the back of your neck.
“who?”
“my exes.” you’re still fiddling with your fingers.
“that’s because they didn’t know how to multitask. baby, i promise you, you could never be a distraction to me.” he scoots his chair closer to where you’re sitting, lifting your head gently and giving you a kiss.
“you can talk to me all you want and i’ll still be listening. don’t ever feel like you have to stop.” he kisses your forehead and you smile, nodding.
“okay, now continue. you’ve got all my attention.” he smiles.
and you definitely scored with kim woonhak because he’s nothing like your exes.