#hoon fluff

A merger disguised as matrimony.

You smiled the entire night like the well-bred heiress you were. Sunghoon smiled too—polite, camera-ready, the kind of smile that never reached his eyes. He barely touched you. A hand at the small of your back for photos, a chaste kiss on the cheek when the crowd cheered. That was it.

And now, three weeks later, you’re standing in the middle of his—your—penthouse at the top of Seoul’s most exclusive tower, wearing nothing but an oversized silk slip and fuzzy slippers, trying to figure out how to use the espresso machine that probably cost more than your first car.

Sunghoon is already gone. Again.

He leaves before sunrise most days, comes back after midnight. The only evidence he exists is the faint trace of his cologne in the marble hallway and the occasional sticky note on the fridge that says things like Dinner is in the warmer or Meeting ran late. Don’t wait up. in his neat, elegant handwriting.

You’re not stupid. You know what this is. An arrangement. Two families shaking hands over your heads while the lawyers drew up the contracts. You’re the pretty, fertile bridge between empires. He’s the cold, untouchable heir who never wanted a wife in the first place.

But God, you’re trying.

You’ve always been the good girl. The one who baked cookies for the staff on holidays, who graduated top of her class in business but never raised her voice. The one whose body developed early and never quite listened to the rules of “elegant restraint.” Wide hips that sway when you walk, a plush ass that fills out every pencil skirt, full breasts that strain against even the most modest necklines. You’ve spent your whole life trying to dress it down—high necklines, loose fits, dark colors. Still, people stared.

Sunghoon? He hasn’t stared once.

Not until tonight.

It’s past 11 p.m. when you hear the elevator ding.

You’re in the kitchen, barefoot, wearing one of his white dress shirts as an apron because you spilled flour on your slip while attempting to make his favorite japchae from the recipe his mother sent you. The shirt hits mid-thigh, sleeves rolled up, top three buttons undone because it’s hot from the stove. Your hair is piled on top of your head with a claw clip, a few strands sticking to your neck from the steam.

You don’t hear him come in at first. You’re humming softly, hips moving to the quiet lo-fi playlist playing from the speaker, bending over to check the oven when—

“Smells good.”

His voice is low, rough from the long day. You straighten up so fast you almost hit your head on the range hood.

Sunghoon stands at the edge of the open kitchen, tie loosened, jacket slung over one arm, the top buttons of his black shirt undone. His sharp eyes—those glacier eyes everyone calls “intimidating”—flick over you once. Slow. Like he’s seeing you for the first time.

You tug at the hem of his shirt self-consciously. It barely covers anything. “I—I thought you’d be late again. Made dinner. Or… late-night dinner. Whatever.”

He doesn’t answer right away. Just sets his jacket on the island stool and walks closer. You can smell the city on him—cold night air, expensive leather, the faint trace of whiskey from whatever business dinner he just left.

His gaze drops.

Not to your face. To the way the shirt rides up when you shift your weight, exposing the soft curve where your thighs meet your ass. The way the fabric stretches across your chest, the faint outline of your nipples because you’re not wearing a bra and the kitchen is warm.

You see the exact moment something in his brain short-circuits.

His jaw flexes. Once. Twice.

“Sunghoon?” you ask softly, voice the same sweet, slightly breathy tone you always use when you’re nervous. Innocent. Like you have no idea what you look like right now. Because you don’t. You never have.

He clears his throat. “You didn’t have to cook.”

“I wanted to.” You smile, small and hopeful, and turn to grab a plate. The motion makes the shirt ride higher. He sees the full, plush swell of your ass, the way the silk clings to the dip of your waist, the generous curve of your hips.

Breeding material.

The thought slams into him so hard he actually grips the edge of the counter.

You’re his wife. On paper. Untouched. Sheltered. The kind of girl who blushes when someone says “fuck” in a movie. And yet your body was built for exactly what his family wanted from this marriage: soft, fertile, made to carry heirs and look devastating while doing it.

He hates how much that turns him on.

You set the plate in front of him, unaware. “Eat before it gets cold, okay? I’ll clean up—”

“Sit.”

It’s not a request. His voice is low, almost hoarse.

You blink those big, doe eyes at him. “Huh?”

“Sit down, Y/N.”

You obey instantly, sliding onto the stool across from him like the good little wife you’re trying so hard to be. The shirt rides up your thighs. He stares. Doesn’t even pretend not to.

The silence stretches.

You fidget. “Is… is something wrong? Did I do it wrong?”

Sunghoon exhales through his nose. He looks like he’s fighting a war in his head. “You’re wearing my shirt.”

“Oh.” Your cheeks go pink. “I’m sorry, I spilled flour on mine and I didn’t want to wake the maid and—”

“Stop.” He cuts you off. His eyes are darker now. “Stop apologizing for existing in my house.”

Your lips part. Innocent confusion written all over your pretty face. “But it’s your shirt…”

He stands up slowly, walks around the island until he’s right in front of you. Towering. You have to tilt your head back to look at him. He smells like sin and restraint.

“You have any idea what you look like right now?” he murmurs.

You shake your head, genuinely lost.

Sunghoon’s hand lifts. His knuckles brush the side of your thigh where the shirt ends, barely there. You shiver.

“Plush little ass in my shirt,” he says, voice dropping an octave. “Tits spilling out the top. Hips like they were made to be grabbed. And you’re just… humming and cooking like a fucking 1950s housewife.”

Your breath hitches. No one has ever spoken to you like this.

“I—I can change—”

“Don’t.” His fingers tighten on your thigh. “Don’t you dare.”

He’s hard. You can see the bulge straining against his slacks, and the realization makes your stomach flip. You’re a virgin. You’ve never even kissed anyone properly before the wedding kiss that lasted half a second. But your body knows what it wants. It’s been aching for weeks every time he walked past you in the hallway smelling like heaven and distance.

He hauls you up onto the counter in one smooth motion, your ass landing on the cool marble with a soft gasp. The shirt bunches around your waist. He steps between your spread thighs like he belongs there.

His mouth crashes into yours—nothing chaste about it this time.Hungry. Possessive. His tongue slides against yours and you whimper into the kiss, hands fisting his shirt. He tastes like whiskey and want. One big hand slides up your thigh, cups the full cheek of your ass and squeezes hard enough to make you moan.

“Fuck,” he breathes against your lips. “This ass. Been driving me insane for weeks. Every time you bend over in those little shorts you wear to bed…”

He kisses down your neck, sucking marks into the skin like he’s claiming territory. His other hand palms your breast through the shirt, thumb circling your nipple until it’s stiff and aching.

“You’re built like a wet dream,” he mutters, almost angry. “Wide hips perfect for carrying my kids. Tits so full they’d leak when you’re pregnant. And you’re sweet. So fucking sweet it makes me want to ruin you.”

You’re panting, head spinning. “Sunghoon… I’ve never—”

“I know.” He pulls back just enough to look at you. His eyes are black with lust but there’s something soft underneath. “I know you’re a virgin, baby. That’s why I stayed away. But I can’t anymore. Not when you walk around looking like my personal breeding material in my own goddamn kitchen.”

He drops to his knees.

You squeak when he spreads your thighs wider, pushes the shirt up to your waist. No panties. You never wear them to bed. His breath ghosts over your bare pussy and you tremble.

“So pretty,” he murmurs, almost reverent. “Look at this little cunt. Never been touched and it’s already wet for me.”

He leans in and licks a slow, broad stripe up your folds. Your back arches off the counter with a broken moan. He does it again, firmer, tongue flicking your clit on every pass until you’re shaking.

“Sunghoon—oh god—”

He eats you like a man starved. No hesitation, no teasing. Just hungry, filthy licks and sucks that have you grinding against his face without shame. His hands grip your hips, holding you down as he devours you—lapping at your entrance, sucking your clit, groaning like you taste better than anything he’s ever had.

You come embarrassingly fast, thighs clamping around his head, crying out his name like a prayer. He doesn’t stop. He keeps going until you’re sobbing, oversensitive and twitching.

Only then does he stand up, lips shiny with you, and kisses you so you can taste yourself.

“First time I make my wife come and it’s on the kitchen counter,” he says with a dark little laugh. “We’re just getting started.”

He lifts you like you weigh nothing—your legs wrap around his waist instinctively—and carries you to the bedroom. The master suite you’ve been sleeping in alone for three weeks.

He lays you on the bed like you’re precious, then strips. Shirt. Belt. Pants. You watch, wide-eyed, as his cock springs free—thick, long, flushed dark at the tip and already leaking. You’ve never seen one in real life. It looks obscene. Perfect.

Sunghoon crawls over you, caging you in. “Still okay?” he asks, voice softer now. “We can stop. I’ll jerk off in the shower like I have been every night since the wedding.”

You shake your head, reaching up to cup his face. “I want this. I want you. Please… make me yours for real.”

He kisses you slow and deep, then reaches into the nightstand for lube and a condom. You stop his hand.

“I’m on the pill,” you whisper, cheeks burning. “For… for the marriage. They said it was better if i… .”you stutter trying to find a suitable word.

His eyes flash. The breeding kink he’s been trying to ignore roars back to life.

“No condom,” he growls. “Not tonight. Not ever if you let me. Want to feel you raw. Want to fill this pretty pussy until it leaks.”

You nod frantically.

He slicks himself up anyway, just enough, then notches the head of his cock at your entrance. He pushes in slow—inch by inch—watching your face the entire time. You’re so tight it makes his jaw clench.

“Relax, baby. Breathe. That’s it… good girl.”

It burns, but the stretch feels right. When he bottoms out, hips flush against yours, you both moan. He stays there, buried to the hilt, letting you adjust.

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he whispers. “So warm. So fucking tight. Like you were made for me.”

He starts moving—shallow thrusts at first, then deeper, harder. Every drag of his cock against your walls makes stars burst behind your eyes. He angles his hips and hits a spot that makes you cry out.

“Right there? Yeah? Gonna make you come on my cock like a good little wife.”

He fucks you harder. The wet slap of skin on skin fills the room. His hands are everywhere—squeezing your tits, pinching your nipples, gripping your ass to pull you onto him deeper. He leans down and sucks a nipple into his mouth, teeth grazing, while his cock pistons in and out.

You come again, clenching around him so hard he groans your name like a curse.

He doesn’t stop. He flips you over onto your stomach, pulls your hips up so your ass is in the air, and slides back in with one smooth thrust. The new angle makes you scream into the pillow.

“Look at this ass,” he pants, spanking one cheek lightly, then harder when you moan. “Bouncing so pretty for me. Gonna fuck you full every night. Keep you dripping with my cum so everyone knows who you belong to.”

You’re babbling now—yes, please, Sunghoon, more—lost in the pleasure. He reaches around and rubs your clit in tight circles.

“Come again. Want to feel you milk me.”

You do. Shaking, sobbing, pussy fluttering around his cock. He follows right after, burying himself to the hilt and coming with a guttural groan. You feel the hot rush of him inside you—thick, endless pulses that make your belly feel warm and full.

He collapses over you, careful not to crush you, and presses soft kisses to your shoulder blades.

After that night, everything changes.

Sunghoon still works long hours, but now he comes home early enough to eat the dinners you make. He eats you for dessert on the kitchen island at least twice a week. He fucks you in the shower, bent over the marble vanity while you watch yourselves in the mirror. He takes you on the balcony under the Seoul skyline, your silk robe hiked up around your waist while he growls filthy promises about knocking you up against the glass.

He’s still the same cold, elegant CEO in public. But at home he’s insatiable—hands always on your ass, mouth always on your neck, cock always ready to remind you who you belong to.

One night, after he’s fucked you slow and deep in the big bed, he lies behind you, spooned up close, hand splayed possessively over your lower belly.

“You know why I stayed away at first?” he murmurs into your hair.

You hum, sleepy and satisfied.

“Because the second I saw you at the altar. those hips, that ass, those tits—I knew I’d never be able to keep my hands off you. Knew I’d want to breed you the first chance I got. And you were looking at me with those big innocent eyes like you’d never had a dirty thought in your life.” He kisses the back of your neck. “Made me feel like a pervert for wanting my own wife so badly.”

You turn in his arms, smiling softly. “I’m not innocent anymore.”

His eyes darken with fresh heat. “No. You’re not.” He rolls you under him again, already hard. “But you’re still my sweet little wife. And I’m never letting you go.”

You wrap your legs around his waist and pull him in.

“Good,” you whisper against his lips. “Because I was made to be yours.”

And you were.

The merger thrived. The papers called it a love match. Only the two of you knew the truth: it started as an arrangement, but the moment Sunghoon saw you in his kitchen wearing nothing but his shirt and that body built for sin and softness, it became something else entirely.

It became real.

And he was never going to get enough.

©hoonalt

“No actually… Good things mostly… The only good experience I had with the male form,” you laugh. “When I was a kid,” you tell her and then explain about Sunghoon.

“He sounds sweet… Did you ever talk to him again?” she asks curiously.

“No,” you say sadly. “He just kind of disappeared when he started skating.” You shrugged your shoulders as you looked at her. “I never thought of looking for him again.”

“Maybe you should…” she says as she tilts her head, biting her lip with a smile. You thought about it for a minute before you looked back at her.

“I don't know, Paige… That was like… almost 10 years ago… I doubt he would recognize me now,” you tell her. You didn’t know if you would even recognize him for that matter.

“You never know,” she says plainly. “I would try if I were you. It sounds like he really liked you.”

“We were kids…” you say with a roll of your eyes.

“True… but how many 10 year old boys do you know that willingly cry in front of anyone?” she asks you with a raise of her eyebrows. You bite your lip as you think about what she says. 

“I’ll think about it,” you tell her to make her happy. 

“That’s all I ask,” she says with a smile. And truly you would think about it because now that you had talked about him, Sunghoon was all you could think about. You were curious to see what he had been up to, if he was still skating, what he looked like… Later that night when you went to bed, you decided to start your search just to see what you could find, if anything. It didn’t take long, to your surprise. As soon as you typed his name in, there were over 1 million search results. You were in denial that it was him even though it did favor the boy you knew a little. When you clicked on one of the pictures and saw the mole on his nose, you sat straight up in your bed and screamed. “What is it? Are you ok?” Paige asked worriedly as she ran into your room.

“I’m… no…” you say as you look at her with wide eyes starting to blur with tears. She walks over to sit beside you on the bed.

“What? What is it?” she asks as she looks at your phone to see what’s made you upset, seeing the picture of Sunghoon you had clicked on. You backed out of it and showed her the others. “What’s wrong?” she asked, confused.

“Sunghoon…” you say quietly.

“THAT’s him?” she says in shock. You nod as you watch her face. “You’re sure?” You clicked back on the picture you had pulled up before and pointed to his nose.

“I know it’s him…” you tell her before you pull out a photo album from your book shelf and flip to a page that has a picture of you two on it. “See?” as you point to him. “Same…” you say as you look at her with wide eyes.

“Holy shit… Y/N,” she laughs.

“This isn’t funny.”

“No… This is amazing,” she explains.

“How so?”

“Because he’ll be easy to find… Let’s see…” she says as she looks at a website. “Oh look! He’ll be in the next town over in two weeks!” Your eyes go as wide as dinner plates. “Okay… breathe,” she laughs. “It’s okay.” You shake your head.”

“I don’t… I don’t know if I can do this…” you tell her. 

“Of course you can… I’ll be right here with you,” she tells you with a smile. She makes a few clicks on the website on her phone and looks at you. “There! We’re officially going.” You couldn’t believe the little boy you knew growing up, the one that disappeared to ice skate was in a band now… A famous  band at that…. You could feel your anxiety grow over the next couple of weeks. It was the day of the show, so of course you were extra nervous now. “Just breathe,” Paige tells you as you are walking to the venue. “Do you trust me?” she asks you.

“Absolutely not,” you reply, making her slap your arm playfully and both of you laugh. “Of course I do. You’re my best friend… You know me better than I do.”

“Then don’t worry about anything… It’s all gonna be okay. You’ll be fine and you won’t need me for this,” she says as she slips something around your neck. You look down confused as you pick it up and look at it, then look at her with wide eyes and shake your head no. “Stop. Breathe. You can do this,” she tells you as she sees your eyes start to water. “Remember to just breathe. Now you need to go over there,” she says as she points to a small line of people. “There won’t be a lot of people because of the package that it is and that’s why I got this one, so it would buy you more time,” she says with a wink.

“I will get you for this,” you tell her with a shaky breath, making her laugh.

“You love me and you know it. Now go,” she says as she gives you a small nudge. “I’ll meet you at our seats.” You can’t stop your mind from racing while you’re waiting in line. Luckily, while the line moves to go in, you notice that no one else gets in line behind you. You thank the stars for that because you would hate for someone else to have to witness whatever was gonna happen or to hold up someone else with your actions, whatever they may be. You prayed that you would be able to keep yourself together through this. When you made it through the door, there were 4 people in front of you engaging with the 7 members of the band. That gave you a little relief. You kept your head facing down, not taking the chance of him seeing you yet. Taking a few breaths, you glance up and look at the members one by one and notice that he is last. This also gives you a little bit of relief, knowing that he will be engaged with the other fans in front of you for a few minutes before you can get to him so he will be distracted. You go down the line meeting everyone and taking pictures before you get to him. The other members have sat down around the room and are relaxing, you've noticed. He’s just finishing taking a picture with the fan in front of you and giving them a hug before he looks up at you and squints his eyes, tilting his head. 

“Hoon…” You say quietly, biting your lip as you look down at the floor and back up to see him smiling, before he crushes you in a hug.

“I can’t believe you’re here,” you hear him say into your hair as you wrap your arms around him. You feel the tears begin to stream from your eyes.

“Me either,” you confess. 

“How?”

“It’s a complicated story, so I’ll shorten it a bit and tell you everything later,” you tell him the short version so he could understand how you found him.

“Remind me to thank Paige when I see her,” he tells you, making you laugh. 

“Of course,” you nod.

“We don’t have much time to talk now cause we have to go on soon, but put your number in my phone. Where are you sitting so I can find you?” he asks you. You pull out your ticket to look because you hadn’t even checked.

“I don’t even know. Paige bought the tickets and I haven’t looked yet because I was scared to death on the way here,” you laughed. You both looked at the tickets together. He smiled at you as you looked up at him with wide eyes. “Pit?” 

“Well at least you’ll be easy to find,” he tells you with a wink. 

“Hoon, it’s time to go,” you hear one of the others say from across the room.

“I’ll see you after, yea?”

“Of course,” you tell him with a smile.

“Dude, let’s go.” you hear them trying to rush him.

“It was so good to see you,” he returns your smile before pulling you into a hug. When he pulls back, he surprises you by pressing his lips to yours. You make a surprised noise against him but return the kiss by moving your lips against his making him smile into the kiss. You see the other members behind him with wide eyes, making you pull back and bite your lip and look at the floor. “I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable…Shit… I didn’t think about if you had a boyfriend…” he started but you shook your head.

“No, it’s ok. It’s not you… and no I don’t have one, I just don’t like an audience,” you half laugh as he turns his head to see the rest of the band still with wide eyes.

“Oh right. Sorry. They just weren’t, well none of us were expecting it,” he laughs.

“We really have to go now,” you hear one of them call.

“Yea I’m coming,” he calls back. “I’ll see you soon, yea?” You nod at him with a smile before you watch him walk towards the band and out the door. You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding once the door closes. The staff outside the door helps you find your way back to the inside of the venue and you go find Paige in the pit.

“Pit tickets… really?” you say with narrowed eyes as soon as you find her.

“Yea… I wasn’t gonna let you pass this up,” she laughs. “How did it go?” You looked at the floor before looking up at her and smiling. “Wait a second… Something happened… What happened??” she said as she shook you, making you laugh.

“Calm down,” you said as you pulled out your phone first showing her the pictures with the band and then pulling up your contacts and showing her the newest saved one.

“So?”

“So what?” you asked, playing dumb.

“Don’t do that,” she laughed. “Did he?”

“I don’t know what you're talking about?” you say as you turn to face the stage as the lights go down and the crowd screams. She knows there's no hope in talking to you about it at this point because neither of you will be able to hear, so she waits. The band comes out and does their first couple of songs before they stop and talk to the crowd. You notice while the others are talking, he’s walking around and looking in the pit and she does too. She turns to look at you and back up at him. When he reaches your side, you look up at him and wait. He kept back with the band so it wasn’t too obvious what he was doing until it was his turn to talk. When he found you he smiled really big and waved. Being who you are, you bit your lip and looked to the floor before looking up at him with a smile just as big. You felt Paige nudging you before you looked at her. “What?”

“He did, didn’t he?” she said into your ear before you nodded yes and looked back in his direction and mouthed her name as you pointed at her. Sunghoon looked at her, putting his hands together in the ‘Thank you’ expression and closed his eyes for a second before opening them and smiling at her.

“He says thank you by the way. And he wants to meet you,” you tell her. You heard him start talking so you both turned your attention to the stage.

“We all want to thank each of you for coming tonight. Really, it means a great deal to all of us that all of you are here. But tonight is extra special for me and I didn’t know it was going to be,” he begins and you turn to Paige and you shake your head with wide eyes.

“Just breathe” she mouths to you. “It’s ok”

“Tonight before the show we had a small fan meeting where I met someone special…” he says as he walks towards your side of the stage. You put your hand over your face as Paige reaches to pull it down, making him laugh. “You see, I had a best friend when I was growing up. We were what, 5-6 maybe when we met? And then I had to move a few years later when my Dad got a promotion and eventually we lost touch.” You hear the crowd awe at his words. “Yea, it was a sad time for us both. And I never thought I would find her again. But I did tonight… I’m not gonna put a spotlight on you or anything because I know how you are, but I’m so glad you’re here. You have no idea how much I’ve missed you. And I am truly sorry that we lost touch, And to you, Paige, thank you for being the friend you are to her. I know she’s needed someone like you in her life. And thank you for bringing her back to me tonight,” he says to the crowd and you and Paige. And you let your tears fall as he finishes talking, smiling back at him. 

“So much for staying under the radar,” you laugh at Paige as you wipe your tears away and she hugs you.

“But it was worth it, right?”

“Of course,” you nod. At the last break you get a text from him telling you to wait at the right of the stage and someone will come to get you after the show. Once you were walking backstage, you texted him that you were on your way. When you got onto the hall that there room was on, he saw you coming and yelled your name making you look up from the floor. 

“Y/N!” You both giggle at how cute he is being so excited. He runs up to you before you even get to the door, wrapping you in a hug and lifting you off the floor and spinning in a circle.

“Gosh, you two are adorable… this is so perfect,” you hear Paige say just as Sunghoon sits you down. 

“Please stop,” you tell her with a laugh before you look at him. “Sunghoon, this is Paige. Paige, Sunghoon.” He smiles widely at her as she does at him. 

“It’s nice to meet you. And I have to thank you for everything you did to get her here tonight. I know she has a lot of anxiety issues. She did when we were growing up, too, so thank you,” he tells her all with a smile on both of their faces. Paige puts her hands on her hips and looks at you and then back at him.

“Well, I don’t know what she was talking about, but you are just the sweetest person ever…” she tells him, making him look at you with a confused face. You look at her with your mouth dropped open.

“I never…!” you start as she laughs.

“I’m totally kidding. I’m just making sure she breathes. She has never said a bad word about you. Actually, she said you were, and I quote, ‘the only good experience I had with the male form’,” she tells him.

“Paige!” you exclaim, making him laugh. He takes your hand in his and begins to walk.

“Okay, let’s go,” he says. “We’ll go introduce you to the guys properly.”

“Oh god…”

“Just breathe,” Paige and Sunghoon say at the same time, making you laugh. He opens the door to the room and walks in first. 

“Guys, this is Y/N and her best friend Paige. I know you saw Y/N before the show but I wanted you all to meet her properly and I also wanted you to meet Paige,” he says as you both walk into the room behind him. You wave to them as you walk up beside him.

“Hi again,” you say with a small smile.

“Don’t be shy now,” one of them says.

“Jake, don’t start,” Sunghoon tells him, making you laugh. He goes through everyone, introducing them all to Paige as you sit to the side for a minute. Jay sits beside you and smiles. 

“You okay?” Jay asks.

“Yea, I think so.”

“Don’t let them get to you. They like to tease everyone. Just tease back when you can,” he explains.

“Got it,” you laugh as he gives you a side hug. 

“I’m glad you’re here,” Jay tells you.

“Yea? Why’s that” you ask.

“He’s talked about you before.” he explains. You stare at Jay with a blank expression. 

“I’m sorry. I think my hearing went out. You said what?” Jay laughed at your response.

“You’re learning already. That’s good,” he laughs. “But no, he’s really talked about you before. More than once. I’m sure he’ll explain everything later. Just don’t hold anything against him for the past,” Jay tells you.

“I don’t,” you tell him.

“Good… that’s good. I like you already,” he smiles at you, giving you another side hug before getting up to leave just as Sunghoon is walking up.

“Jay…” he says, eyeing the member before he walks off smiling. “He wasn’t bothering you was he?”

“No, of course not. He was very nice actually.”

“Good,” he smiles at you. “Cause there’s something I want to ask you.”

“Okay, shoot.”

“Willyoucomeontourwithme” he rushes out all at once so fast that you can’t understand him. You had to laugh because you’ve never had to say it to anyone else.

“Okay… breathe,” you tell him. “Now, what?” You watch him take a breath and look at you again. 

“Will you come on tour with me?” he repeats much slower and your eyes go wide. 

“Wait, what? Why?” you ask stunned. He smiles wide as he takes your hands in his, rubbing his thumbs over the back of your hands.

“We just started the tour less than two weeks ago and it’s not gonna be over anytime soon, so I have no idea when I'll be able to see you again…” for once it’s him that looks at the floor before looking back up at you. “I can’t lose you again,” he says as he pulls you into a hug, pressing his nose into the crooks of your neck.

“You know I want to,” you say quietly.

“What's stopping you?”

“I’m taking some college classes…” you tell him as he pulls back to look at you.

“You could take them online…” he tries to reason out. You shake your head.

“All but one… There’s not an option to take this one online,” you explain as you watch his smile fade. You shake your head as you look at him. “Don’t do that…” you reach up and cup his face in your hands. “You’re gonna put wrinkles on your face.” At least you got him to laugh. 

“I’ll be right back,” he says before he walks off. Paige comes to sit with you when she sees him walk off.

“What’s wrong?” she asks you, seeing the look on both your faces. You tell her about the talk you just had with him. “Well, why can’t you?”

“That one class that I can’t do online,” you tell her.

“If I remember from when you signed up, it wasn’t a core class for your major. It won’t affect you as much as a core class would. Just drop it and take it again when you get back. If you come back,” she laughs as you roll your eyes.

“Of course I’m coming back,” you tell her.

“Hey… you never know… You said you would never find him and look where we are…” she reminds you. 

“Should I really?”

“Are you really asking me that?” You both laugh at each other before you hug.

“Thank you for everything,” you tell her just as he comes back and sits on the other side of you. 

“I think Y/N has something to tell you,” she tells Sunghoon as he looks at you confused. You bite your lip as you look at him.

“I can’t neglect my course work… I have to keep up with it,” you tell him as he tilts his head in confusion. “I don’t think he understands, Paige… You wanna tell him?” Paige giggles as she watches his brain try to work before she speaks.

“She’s coming with you…” Paige tells him plainly as you both watch his eyes go wide and light up.

“Wait… really?” he asks. “What about your other class?”

“Paige reminded me that this one class isn’t a core class which means that it doesn’t hold as much weight as the others do, so she suggested that I just drop it and I can retake it later,” you explain with a smile. He quickly pulls you into a hug, smiling into your neck. 

“I can’t believe you’re coming with me,” he says with a laugh. He looks up at Paige just behind you. He reaches out and pulls her into the hug as well, making you both laugh. “And you! Thank you for everything. I don’t even know what to say,” he tells her before he kisses her forehead and lets her go, making you both laugh again.

“Well… as repayment, you can just take care of our girl here… I know that you know how special she is,” she tells him as she notices him watching you.

“That I do... I have known that for a very long time,” he says before he presses his lips to yours softly, making you smile against him. He bites your bottom lip as he pulls away, making you whine. 

“And to think… at first you didn’t want to come tonight…” Paige says quietly behind you before she gets up to go talk to the others as Sunghoon looks at you.

“Why didn’t you want to come?” he asks you softly. You look down at your lap as you play with the hem of your shirt. He reaches a hand over and takes yours in his, gently rubbing circles on the back of your hand with his thumb, knowing that helps with your anxiety. You slowly look up at him.

“I didn’t think you would know who I was…” you confess as he laughs.

“Y/N… really…” he asks you. “Of course I would know you… I’ll always know you… You were my first love.” You look up at him in shock.

“I what?” 

“You didn’t know?” he asks as you shake your head. He laughs as he reaches to hold your face. “Y/N… I’ve loved you since we were 5… I still do… I  always will. I love you,” he tells you as he leans forward and presses his forehead to yours. You let yourself sniffle before you wipe away the tears that haven’t fallen yet. Opening your eyes, you look back up to meet his eyes and you smile.

“I love you too… I always did… I just never realized you did,” you confess. He smiles at you. Pulling you into a hug, he leans you both back against the couch you’re on and you relax against him. “Please don’t leave me again,” you say quietly. You feel his finger under your chin, tilting your head up to look at him. He shakes his head no as he smiles at you. He presses a soft kiss against your lips and pulls you into his chest before he speaks.

“I’m not going anywhere.”