#hyuk fluff

Relationships are still new to him. Even the idea of friendships that aren't contractual or conditional feel almost too good to be true. Throw romance in the mix and Hyuk is drowning in new experiences he never thought he would have the opportunity to live out. Sometimes he feels like he has no sense for relationships and it's only a matter of time before he makes mistakes that he can never recover from. He doesn't let it show, but deep down, there's a fear that the people surrounding him will leave one day because of something he did.

It's hard for people to digest his past when he tells them about it. Common interests are severed the moment he even brings up North Korea. It's always felt hopeless to him. He has Seok at least, even if his childhood was still vastly different. When he first met you, he was too caught up in the new and exciting feels of love and attraction to properly address his biggest fear. He should have known it would come back to bite him at some point.

Hyuk has always felt like he needs to be enough—to do enough—to seem worth it. Whether that meant making money, taking on adult responsibilities as a child, or working twice as hard just to be given a chance; he always feels like life is harder on him. Normal? What did that word even mean? He barely has a reference for what is and isn't normal until someone explains it to him. Maybe he lost that part of his brain as a child, or maybe he just never had it to begin with. Either way, something has always been wrong with him. He's convinced of it.

"Date? Last Saturday?" Hyuk asks, gulping down any hint of fear in his voice. He sounds happy like normal, but in reality, the fear is petrifying him.

You nod, "Yeah. I wanted to go to the farmer's market with you—support the local businesses, you know? Plus I'm sure you would've loved it."

You don't sound mad, but there's a disappointment in your voice that Hyuk can't miss. The guilt nearly triples.

"I-I'm sorry, I don't know why I didn't remember—I'm so stupid. I'll understand if you don't want to be with me anymore," Hyuk is tripping over his words and his hands are balled up in tight fists.

"'Don't want to be with me anymore'? Baby? What do you mean—where did you even get that impression?" you question, utterly bewildered. The assumption feels like it came out of nowhere.

Hyuk stares at you. You swear his eyes look glassier than usual.

"I forgot about the plans we made—I messed up. Obviously you wouldn't want to be with someone that dumb…" he whispers, looking down at the floor. Your face falls. You're not sure where your boyfriend got the idea that he's dumb, but you're filled with rage at whoever convinced him of it. You grab his hands, unfurling his fists and making sure his fingers were laced with yours. He doesn't move.

"You're not dumb for forgetting one date. You've been busy. Everyone forgets things when they're stressed. I would never break up with you over something like that. Plus, the farmer's market will be open again next week. It's just a date—no big deal. You're far more important than a date."

Your words are overwhelming and they hit Hyuk right where it hurts. It's a reassurance that he didn't know he needed this badly. There's a wound deep down that he's neglected and let fester. With a few simple words, you've brought it to the surface, somewhere visible where Hyuk has no choice but to address it head on. It's uncomfortable and the urge to shrink away grows stronger, but he feels like he might have enough strength to get past this.

"I… I've always felt like I'm not good enough," Hyuk admits. The tears are slipping now—warm and salty, the kind that make him feel small and useless. "I'm always too much or not enough. I can never find a balance. I know I'm hard to be around."

He shatters your heart with those few words. Your Hyuk—your sweet Hyuk—who is so imperfectly perfect, even if he doesn't know it.

"You know I love you, right?" you ask, thumb brushing away the tears on his left cheek. "And you know that there's nothing you need to do to be worthy of that love. You deserve it just as much as anyone."

He nods. You can tell he's just doing it to appease you; that you'll have to work a bit harder to really make him believe it. But you don't mind the hard work. Hyuk has never been a bother to you. He's never felt like hard work or someone you wanted a break from, and he's always been worth the effort. You knew what you were getting into when you chose him.

You pull your boyfriend closer, press a kiss to his forehead, and pull back to see the start of a smile form on his face. And for now, that's all you need.

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Hyuk was sprawled out on the couch, his head resting against your chest as you both lounged after a long day. His fingers idly traced patterns on your arm, the touch light and comforting, like a silent promise of contentment. The faint scent of his cologne—something woody and fresh—mingled with the aroma of the takeout you'd shared earlier, creating a cozy bubble around you.

You shifted slightly, pulling him closer, your hand settling on his back. The muscles there relaxed under your palm, and he let out a contented sigh, nuzzling into your side. “You know,” he murmured, his voice muffled against your shirt, “days like this make everything else worth it.” His words carried a quiet sincerity that always made your chest tighten in the best way.

A smile tugged at your lips as you pressed a kiss to the top of his head, feeling the soft strands of his hair brush against your lips. “Yeah? Even after I beat you at that game earlier?” you teased, your tone playful, the rumble of your voice vibrating through both of you.

Hyuk lifted his head, pretending to glare at you, but his eyes sparkled with amusement, crinkling at the corners. “Hey, that was a fluke. Rematch tomorrow.” He poked your chest gently with one finger, the gesture affectionate rather than accusatory, before settling back down. His body molded perfectly against yours, as if you'd been carved from the same piece of the world.

The two of you stayed like that for a while, the only sounds the distant hum of the city outside and the steady rhythm of your breathing syncing up. You could feel his heartbeat against your side, slow and even, matching the lazy pace of the afternoon. Occasionally, he'd tilt his head to glance up at you, his gaze lingering with a warmth that spoke volumes without needing words.

Eventually, Hyuk reached for the remote on the coffee table, his arm stretching just enough to grab it without fully disentangling from you. He flicked on a movie neither of you would really watch—just an excuse to stay wrapped up in each other. The screen lit up with some rom-com you'd both seen a dozen times, the familiar dialogue filling the room like background music to your quiet intimacy.

As the opening scenes played, Hyuk's hand wandered to yours, his fingers slipping between yours in a loose hold that gradually tightened. “Remember the first time we watched this?” he asked softly, his thumb stroking the back of your hand in slow circles.

You chuckled, the sound low and fond. “How could I forget? You laughed so hard at that one scene you nearly spilled your drink all over the couch.” The memory brought a grin to your face, and you squeezed his hand in response.

He laughed now, the sound bright and genuine, echoing lightly in the room. “Guilty. But hey, it was really funny.” He shifted to prop himself up on one elbow, looking down at you with that playful glint in his eyes. “You're lucky I didn't make you clean it up.”

“Oh, please,” you shot back, reaching up to ruffle his hair. “You would have done it yourself just to keep the peace.” Your fingers lingered, combing through the tousled locks, and he leaned into the touch like a cat seeking more.

Hyuk's expression softened, and he captured your hand, pressing a quick kiss to your knuckles before guiding it back to his cheek. “Maybe. But only because I like seeing you relaxed like this.” He settled back down, this time draping one leg over yours, anchoring himself closer.

The movie droned on, but your attention was on the small things: the way his breath hitched slightly when you scratched lightly at his scalp, the contented hum he made when you adjusted the blanket over both of you, the subtle shift of his body as he sought out more points of contact. Time stretched out, unhurried, each moment building on the last like layers of a well-worn comfort.

Halfway through, Hyuk paused the film, sitting up with a stretch that made his shirt ride up just enough to reveal a sliver of his toned midriff. “Hungry for something sweet?” he asked, already eyeing the kitchen. “I think we have those cookies left from yesterday.”

You nodded, watching as he padded over to the counter, his movements casual and at ease in the space you both called home. He returned with a plate of chocolate chip cookies, still warm from whenever he'd baked them—Hyuk had a habit of surprising you with little baking sessions after tough days. He plopped back down beside you, offering you the first one with a grin.

“Thanks,” you said, taking a bite and savoring the gooey chocolate. Crumbs dusted your lap, and Hyuk leaned in to brush them away, his touch lingering on your thigh.

“No problem.” He took a cookie for himself, munching thoughtfully before adding, “You know, I was thinking... we should plan a weekend away soon. Just drive somewhere quiet, no schedules, no distractions.” His eyes met yours, hopeful and bright.

The idea sparked something warm in you. “Sounds perfect. Mountains? Or maybe the coast?”

“Coast,” he decided quickly, leaning against you again. “We can walk on the beach at sunset, like in those cheesy movies.” He waved a hand toward the paused screen, laughing at himself.

You pulled him in for a side hug, your arm wrapping around his shoulders. “As long as it's with you, I'm in.” The words were simple, but they carried the weight of everything unspoken between you—the years of building this life, the quiet understandings, the unwavering support.

As the credits rolled hours later, long after the cookies were gone and the movie forgotten, Hyuk turned to you, his expression soft and unguarded. “I love this. Just us.” His hand found yours once more, fingers intertwining firmly, his grip steady and reassuring.

You squeezed his hand, heart swelling with the simple joy of the moment. “Me too, Hyuk. Always.” The sun had dipped below the horizon by then, leaving the room bathed in the soft light of a lamp, but the warmth between you lingered, as endless as the night ahead.

The clock signalled 11:30 pm on a Saturday night. Although this hour was nowhere near your bedtime, you still somehow found yourself in your bed that very day.

You were sat on the left side, changed into your pajamas, long and silky locks blow dried with an accomplished night time skincare routine as you scrolled through your feed. You made yourself comfortable and adjusted to perfectly complement your posture with the velvet, beige coloured headboard. Keeping away from the electronics and holding a piece of literature would have suited the aesthetic a bit better, but it was hard to let go of some habits, no matter how dangerous they were.

To your right was your boyfriend, sitting diagonally away from you with his sight facing the wall. The typical night like this would involve him and you doing something interesting, watching movie, baking, cuddling, stuffing your stomachs with leftovers or hell not, making love but it was a different story today. Haechan was mad at you.

It had been three hours since he last talked to you. All of your attempts to initiate a conversation were blandly being ignored. It wasn’t a matter of worry to you, you knew exactly what the root cause of this was. After all, you had been together since high school.

Sometimes you still sit and reminisce about those days, like a grandma who would tell stories of all the love affairs and boyish crushes she had in her youth. You still were rather young to reach that stage, but the memories of your high school love would always remain special to you. It was a flex, ninety percent of the students did not end up with it even after all the ‘love you forevers’, but you did.

You shake your head as you come back to reality- your high school love was still mad at you, sitting on the other edge of the bed. "Hyuck?" you called his name knowing that there was never a chance that he would ignore this nickname and answer immediately like a roll-call. "Hyuck are you mad at me?" You tried once more and before giving up on not receiving any response.

If it weren’t for two things, he would not have been like this: you defeating him ruthlessly at PlayStation football, and secondly, his sexy friend Jeno acing at the games you played, earning a few praises from you.

For Haechan, the PlayStation was more than just a method to pass the time or unwind; it was a matter of pride that he would never forsake. This was not the first time he had lost to you, but losing in front of a bunch of mates after bragging about his skills was a different matter altogether.

"Woah, I never knew you were this good, Jeno!", "Goddamn you broke the highest score!" and maybe a little chit-chat were all you had to offer. No, Haechan was never the type to get upset at you for a reason this pathetic, but you see, no one wants to watch their lover cheering for their friend instead of a friend - particularly when they're already having a horrible day.

The activity on the other side drew your attention right away. It was Haechan, who had been attempting to change into his night attire. Of course, he wouldn't sleep shirtless today; it was just another adorable way for him to express that he was upset.

You watched him as he struggled, trying his best to get his head out of the neck hole. That’s what being drunk did to him. What would this man do without you?

"Need help getting out of those clothes?" You offered him help, still awaiting a response.

That was enough; you needed to take command of the situation. You thumped your feet to reach him and met his gaze as you rose from the cushioned back and mattress. He made eye contact for a fraction of a second before shifting his focus to something else.

"Hyuk, look at me." You screamed at him, now infuriated, like a mother trailing after her toddler for an hour or two to put it to sleep. At times like these, Haechan would be no less than a toddler.

You let out a sigh as you held his arms. "Lee Haechan stop acting like a five year old!" You taunted, helping him to finally get his head out of the clothing followed by his arms, leaving his upper body bare.

"Not even going to look at me, are you?" You questioned him. Noticing his dazzling dark brown eyes, still away from you. Yeah, it was not the best time for it, but he looked hot. His unkempt dark hair, with its natural curls, complemented his illuminated, caramel-toned skin perfectly. To say the least, this view was enticing.

You then take a glance at his face, pouty like a puppy. He looked like a baby bear that has been refused cuddles, slouching with his arms crossed around his torso.

You were well aware that he was giving you the silent treatment, and you intended to take advantage of it. You begin by gently stroking your fingertips across his soft skin, from the back of his ears to his collar. Even if he refused, he would at the very least say something.

Just as you expected, he didn’t. You knew. He was waiting for you to come and make up to him. The touching now got more intense as you started running your fingers through his hair and drew yourself closer. Haechan on the other hand, remained in the same position as before, with the exception of his stare. He was now looking at you, finally.

You were straddling his lap less than a minute later as he now gripped you by the waist, your lips still glued to his, never separating. That was a magical moment, if not more.

You pull out as you try to blurt out words, barely managing to catch your breath. "Do I suppose we are back to normal now?" You inquire. Haechan glides his hand over your arm, his dark brown, beady eyes straight up meeting yours as he pouts again, this time only to unleash the cute devil inside of him. "Not like I was mad at you."

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Hyuk (Sanghyuk) – White Christmas

You stared up at the sky until you felt the snowflakes land lightly upon your face, giggling at the feeling. You then diverted your attention to the blanket of snow at your feet, marvelling at the feeling of it crunching under your boots. It was freezing, you’d admit to that, but being out in the snow felt magical.

That was until a snowball pummelled you in the shoulder. You gasped and spun to see Sanghyuk standing there, already prepared with another icy ball. “That was rude!”

“You asked me to come see the snow with you, what did you expect?”

“It’s my first time experiencing a white Christmas, and I was hoping for a gent-oomph!”

The second snowball hit you in the side and you screamed, diving to the ground to gather up arsenal. You lobbied the ball at Sanghyuk and dodged his own incoming one, fighting with each other until you collapsed inside on the sofa beside each other worn out.

“How was your first snow experience?”

You smiled. “Cold, wet, but exhilarating.”

“Then you know what comes next, right? It’s time to warm up under a blanket and watch Christmas movies.”

“No more snowballs?”

He chuckled. “No, just you and me, how does that sound?”

“Dangerously perfect.”

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It was a Friday afternoon and you were walking back to your apartment from your weekly grocery shopping trip. You thought about when Hyuk would come shopping with you and how even a everyday chore like that was fun with him around and a fond smile lit up your face. ‘Only 15 more days until Hyuk is home~’ you tried to remain positive but your heart was aching for him; for him to hold you, touch you, fuck you. You shuddered in thought about the last time you were together and you were anticipating the sex you’d get when he got home.

Shaking your head from your lewd thoughts, you hummed a familiar tune that was stuck in your head to distract yourself as the lift dinged, passing each floor. You looked up when you finally reached your floor and exited the elevator, ascending towards your front door. Fortunately you only had two bags to carry of the important things which you planned to eat when you got in, and the rest would be delivered in a few hours.

You fumbled with your keys as you reached your door unlocking it swiftly as you pushed it open. You were then faced with your beautiful boyfriend Sanghyuk standing there in front of you. ‘This couldn’t be right’, you thought to yourself, ‘you were missing Sanghyuk so much that you were imagining him there right in front of you’. You shook your head, expecting Hyuk’s figure to disappear, but he remained with a big grin on his face.

In pure shock that Sanghyuk was here in your presence two weeks earlier than expected, you dropped your bags down onto the floor, uncaring that something could’ve been crushed or broken. You took in the beautiful sight of your boyfriend as your eyes scanned all over his body. You weren’t sure if you were just imagining it, but you could swear that he’d gotten more handsome; shoulders just a little broader and smile just a little sweeter. His hair was now a dirty blonde and it suited him so well. You’d been missing his blonde hair from the chained up era but never admitted it to him. He’d sent you pictures of his new look and you’d seen his performances but it was nothing compared to being in person and seeing him. He still wore his bright grin on his handsome face, but his eyes held a tiredness which came from bad sleep patterns and long work schedules.

After what seemed like a century of staring at each other, but in reality was only 2 seconds, you ran up to Sanghyuk and jumped into his arms. Anticipating your jump, Hyuk chuckled heartedly and held you tighter in his body, happy to be reunited with you again. He nuzzled his face into the side of your neck as he breathed in your sent that he’d desperately missed before coming back up to your face and looking deep into your eyes. He opened his mouth to say something to you but you cut him off by pressing your lips to his. The kiss only lasted for a moment before you continued pecking all the whole of his face; eyelids, cheeks, chin, forehead, nose- everywhere and he let out little chuckles at the tickles on his skin.

After you’d tried to reach all the available skin on Hyuk’s face, you pulled back a little so you could look into his eyes. You had so many questions you wanted to ask him, needing answers to them all: ‘You told me you wouldn’t be back for another two weeks? How was the comeback? How did it go? Did everything go okay?’ However, the only sentence you could utter out was “What are you doing here?!” You exclaimed softly as you stroked his face lovingly.

Hyuk laughed at your eagerness of his return, “I may or may not have told you the wrong time so I could come home ‘early’ to surprise my favourite girl.” He grinned widely at you and you swatted his chest, but returned the smile just as happy. You joined your lips together, your teeth clanking when you couldn’t hide your happiness. You giggled at the clumsiness of the situation before your lips slotted together and the kiss was reconnected.

It only took several moments until your kisses turned from sweet and welcoming to passionate and needy and Sanghyuk walked the two of you down the hallway to your shared bedroom. As he stepped into the room, he pulled away and you chased his lips, pouting when he wouldn’t continue the kiss. Your eyes followed where he was looking to your freshly made bed, crimson rose petals decorating the satin sheets, several trailed on the floor as well from where you were standing. You gasped at how beautiful the sight was and Sanghyuk grinned proudly as he met your eyes. Your boyfriend really was the best.

“It’s been a while, I wanted to make it special.”

Your eyes teared up along with your heart but you decided not to say anything otherwise Sanghyuk would’ve noticed your choked up state. Instead you collided your lips back onto Hyuk’s to ignite the passion between the two of you again. Your hands cupped around his face as you tried to deepen the kiss the two of you shared, trying to make up for the lost time of the previous 6 weeks.

Hyuk eventually backed you up against the bottom of the bed and gently laid you forward before leaving your body. His arms pulled his shirt up slowly and you admired the revelation of his abs. He’d definitely been working out more since last time and you drooled a little with appreciation. Hyuk smirked as you obviously appreciated his new look and his hands fumbled with the belt of his jeans as he attempted to keep eye contact with you.

Noticing how quickly this was escalating and being just as eager as he was, you hurriedly removed your own shirt in order to be ready for Hyuk’s ascending touch, throwing your bra onto the floor with it.

The way he stood between your legs and towered over you gave him complete control to you and your body, but instead of feeling threatened, you embraced the submission. It was exhilarating and you loved every second of it, your heart beat escalating at the power he held over your pliant body.

Sanghyuk admired you half naked below him, but it didn’t take long for him to impatiently reach down to cup your breasts in his hands. He groaned, feeling your breasts for the first time in what seemed like forever. You sighed out in pleasure leaning into his touch as the tips of his fingers grazed over your sensitive nubs, toying with them, pulling out desperate sounds from your lips. Hyuk lived for the praise you gave him, becoming excited by the begging you willingly indulged him in. He loved hearing you tell him how good he was and asking him oh so nicely just what you wanted.

“Hyu-Hyuk please, no foreplay.. I-I can’t wait any longer.”

He shivered at your request, knowing all too well what you wanted and he was planning to give it to you.

His hands travelled to the waistband of your jeans, unbuttoning them and pulling the material down your legs, fingertips grazing over your delicate skin lovingly, greeting it for the first time in a while. As his eyes went to your covered core, seeing the wetness that had gathered even from those small ministrations.

He smirked to himself as he pulled your underwear down and onto the floor along with your jeans as he saw you clenching and unclenching, desperate for him already. Missing your intoxicating taste, Hyuk couldn’t help but fall to his knees at the foot of the bed. You squealed as he pulled you towards the edge so he could have better access to your heat. His shallow breaths that reached your core brought a shiver from your body and you moaned quietly at the slight stimulation they were giving you.

You and Hyuk locked eyes for a second before he eagerly indulged himself between your folds, licking up the juices that had formed for him and him alone. You squirmed around on the bed in the pleasure. “Hyukie - ahh,” you moaned out as his lips attached them self onto your clit, “I said no foreplay.”

You whined, dripping wet for him. Of course you were grateful that he wanted to go down on you like this, but you needed him badly.

After several more licks, Sanghyuk pulled away from your centre, fingers still tightly gripping around your thigh as he licked your juices from his lips. He subconsciously bit them as the two of you held eye contact, anticipating what was going to happen. You swore that was one of the hottest damn things you’d seen Hyuk do, and you melted in your position on the bed, happy to die right there and then.

His tongue traced the outline of his lips again as his eyes trailed across your now naked body and you shifted, uncomfortable with the never ending wetness seeping between your legs. You tugged him towards you by the belt loops in his jeans. He smirked at your eagerness and slowly began unbuttoning his jeans in a teasing manner to work you up further. You whined as you squirmed around, not having the patience to wait any longer for him.

“Hyuk…please,” you pouted and he chuckled, leaning down to kiss your nose affectionately as he slid his remaining clothing down his legs. You were oblivious to his actions, leaning into the gentle pecks he presented you with. It was a surprise when his hips met the back of your thighs and suddenly he was pushing himself in, sheathing his length inside your tight heat. He groaned at your constricting walls and spread your legs out further for him to rest between them, giving him a better position. He only paused for a second to appreciate the feeling of being inside of you, before beginning to pound into your amenable body. Despite it being six weeks since you’d been entered, he didn’t let up or give you time to rest because he knew you loved the burn that you received for this type of forced pleasure. It was a frequent thing the two of you enjoyed when Hyuk came home and you both looked forward to it each time.

You moaned out from the light pain, but arched your hips up to help accommodate Hyuk’s merciless thrusts, his fingertips digging into your hipbones. He leaned back down again without ceasing the movements of his hips to join your lips in a passionate kiss that was more panting than actual kissing.

Hyuk didn’t disappoint your high expectations of him, never letting up his thrusts and pleasuring you fully, as expected. He always did have high stamina and you appreciated it greatly, often praising him for how well he treats you and your body.

As he drew closer to the end, his hands hooked underneath your ass, lifting your hips and holding you up to give him a better position to plunge deep into you. You moaned loudly as Hyuk grunted, chasing both of your releases.

“You feel good baby?” He moaned through his worn out state.

You couldn’t bring yourself to answer him, feeling too much pleasure to even open your mouth, your only response being your never ending moans.

“Answer me” he growled, needing you to tell him how good he was before he fell over the edge, hips speeding up their pace even more.

“Hyuk-ah you’re always so good, you always fuck me so well,” you whimpered, feeling the heat coiling deep within your stomach. It was nearly over and you both knew it. If Hyuk continued at this pace you’d both be done within the next 30 seconds.

You welcomed your release as Hyuk hit the one spot inside you that made you lose it, nails digging into his biceps as your whole body reached a state of euphoria. Feeling you tightening up around him made Hyuk grunt as he spilt his seed inside of you, hips still rocking through his release.

He panted as he slowly let your body fall back down onto the bed and traced his fingers down the side of your ribcage and across your hipbones, admiring your blissed out state. Your eyes were closed as you tried to steady your breathing again, chest rising and falling to accommodate the oxygen entering your body.

You barely felt it as Hyuk lifted your body and placed you down on your pillow, before joining beside you and hauling a blanket over the two of you. You made a noise of happiness as you turned to lay your head on Sanghyuk’s strong chest, content. You knew it’d be hard for the two of you to leave the bed for the next few days so you wanted to rest as much as you could while you had the chance to.