#sonn fluff

he comes home in a bad mood after a game and he ends up picking a fight

(other than a world cup game)

pairing: Sonny x wife!reader

warnings: angst, relationship struggles and fighting, they get naked in the indoor pool at his London house, reader and sonny make it better in the end🥺

The sound of the drawers slamming startles you from the bathroom, making you peer out the door to see Sonny in your shared bedroom, home from his Hotspurs game. 

“Hi baby” you let out softly, looking at the way your husband’s face is frowned, his hair looks like he's been pulling it, and the visible anger coming from his attitude. You bit your lip in worry, coming out of the bathroom in your silk nightgown to sit on the large bed.

Sonny only continued to shove his slippers off, ignoring your words as he took off his shirt so that he was now bare chested in only a pair of gray sweatpants. 

“Did something happen at the game tonight?” you said in worry, trying to get him to look at you. 

Sonny sighs when he has his back to you, seeing how his defined back muscles stretched when he raised his head. Something was definitely on his mind. 

“Listen Sonny, if you want to talk about it, I’m here if-”

“Why didn’t you tell me you rearranged the clothing drawers” he cuts you off, turning around to stand with his hands on his hips and in a pissed off tone. You see that he holds his loungewear and swim trucks in his hand, bunched up and appearing to be in search of something. 

You’re taken aback from the sudden raise in his voice, the way he looks at you with not his usual loving stare. You honestly didn’t think it was something to get upset over, remembering how you mentioned to him you changed it last week.

“I just thought that they’d be better on the second drawer than-”

“God, I hate it when you touch my things without letting me know Y/N” he groans, throwing his shirts in the drawer and walking out of the bedroom with a towel and swimming shorts. 

You sit there in shock, crossing your arms before quickly following him to the hallway just before the indoor swimming pool of your London house, seeing that he was probably going to go for a late night swim. 

“Sonny,” you begin, trying to catch up to him and ask him why on earth he was being like this. “Did something happen at tonight's game? Why are you being like this-” Your husband doesn’t give you a chance, stopping in his tracks and looking incredibly done with you right now. 

“If you feel like you have to do shit around the house just because you're a housewife, I'm letting you know you don’t have to, alright?” he spits at you with so much venom, it brings a pang to your chest. You swallow hard, feeling so incredibly stupid wearing this pink silk nightgown and suddenly feeling very useless in the eyes of your husband.

“I’ll focus on the football and bringing in money. You just focus on shopping with your friends or whatever it is you do” 

You see how Heungmin immediately regrets what he’s just said, the anger so visible in his words, but the apology stronger in his eyes. He stares at you, his wife, the person he’s supposed to love and treat the best, feeling so small and inadequate in front of him. 

But Sonny doesn’t apologize, instead sighing immediately and throwing the towel in his hand to the floor, entering the indoor swimming pool without another word. 

A few minutes pass. You stand there, tears forming in your eyes and visibly upset at your husband's words. But if there's one thing you’re sure of, it’s that being married to Sonny for all these years now has made you understand that some games bring out the best and worst in him. 

You understand he’s having a hard time this season after his injury, though you do think he shouldn’t be taking it out on you. Even more, you understand that you can’t let the argument end like this. You two needed to work it out. 

Without any more rational thinking, you follow after Sonny into the indoor swimming pool with teardrops staining your face. 

The sound of the door opening and shutting echoes throughout the room, the only lights being from the dim ones above, and those in the water. Sonny sits with both arms across the ledge of the swimming pool, in his navy trunks and head held down the lowest you’ve ever seen it be. 

At the sound of your arrival, Sonny slowly brings his head up, showing you his red eyes and tip of his nose, visibly regretting everything he’s done to you this past night. Your eyes meet, and in that moment alone, you knew you did the right thing by following him in.

Your fingertips reach the hem of your short lace nightgown, grabbing the material to slip it off of your body, revealing your naked self to Heung min who only stares in small shock. 

"Love..." he tries to say, words dying down when you look at him.

You throw the gown to the side, feeling chilly as you’re in nothing but your new panties, but continuing to step down into the pool, coming closer to the man you’ve spent so much of your life with. 

When you’re in the water like that in front of Sonny, bare, vulnerable and naked, you silently wrap your arms around his neck, letting him desperately pull you in for an embrace. 

The only sounds come from the sloshing of the water, and the drops of Sonny’s tears that fall into them. You also can’t help but shed a few tears, understanding that your husband was sorry, and that he must’ve had a rough day.

“I’m so sorry” he lets out, keeping his damp face and hair in the crook of your neck, pulling you the closest he can. “You didn’t deserve to hear anything that I told you Y/N” he sobs quietly, hating himself for hurting you. 

You pull away, letting your hands rest against his bare chest in the water. You smile, eyes watery but facial expression calm and quiet. You smile, cascading your small fingers through his damp hair and leaning in to press a kiss to his tired eyes. 

“It’s alright. Everything’s alright” you shush him, watching how he shakes his head no and brings his hands to rest on your waist. 

“It’s not,” he lets out quietly, looking up at you. “I’m an asshole after tonight's game” he self loathes, shaking his head at you trying to explain what happened. “They were horrible, the press and fans. They tore us apart, and I just wanted to get away from them. I wanted you” he confessed, dragging out his next words. “But then I was angry, and I hurt you, and then-”

“Hey, hey” you mutter, forcing him to look at you. You send him a reassuring smile, letting him know you understood everything. 

“It happens. I do it to you too.” you whisper, looking down at his lips. 

“Just don’t do it again” you told him quietly, before leaning in to kiss him passionately, letting his hands wrap around your bare back and feel how your naked breasts push against his chest. Sonny promises to himself he’ll never hurt you anymore than he should.