#sunghoon headcanons

boyfie!sunghoon who would get you anything you wanted, spoiling you rotten until youre asking him not to buy you anything. He will definitely buy you more and more, enjoying how whiny you get

boyfie!sunghoon that would yearn if you were angry at him for longer than an hour, hugging you everywhere you go, would pout if you pushed him away, kissing your neck, face and any body part to get you to forgive.

boyfie!sunghoon that has to apologize before you go to sleep or it will be eating him up, he'll cuddle you and will hold you tight until youre not mad anymore. Giving you kisses in the morning to make sure

boyfie!sunghoon who before making love would make sure you actually want it, preparing you for everything if you do. And if you want to wait until marrige, he would totally be okay with it

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boyfie!sunghoon that would be careful not to hurt you. Slow, patient thrusts and would caress your hips or head to make sure youre comfortable with it

boyfie!sunghoon who would be soft unless you ask him not to be, if you want it rough he'd ask atleast 3 times to make sure you didnt make up your mind. If you want it rough, he will give you evwrything you need

boyfie!sunghoon who'd go as deep as possible during rough sex just to ses a bulge in your tummy, i'd make him shoot a load right into you. He loves when your belly gets a bulge, its so hot to him and he makes you cum right from it

boyfie!sunghoon who has a big dick and he would do wonders with it, splitting you open as if your hole was the gate to heaven. Fucking it however you want it, rough, soft, fast or slow. Hes giving it to you like its gonna be his last time

boyfie!sunghoon when he cums, he cums like youre a dumpster, if youre on the pill or for risks, inside. If not then raw but he'd pull out ans shoot the load on your stomach, thighs or ass sometimss even back

boyfie!sunghoon who would love when you give him head, it usually ends up at him face fucking you but as long as he can cum inside your throat he doesnt care what way. His lenght makes you gag around him and makes him choke out the nastiest moans even

boyfie!sunghoon when he's eatinv you out. Now thats another story, he'd be completely pussy drunk, making you cum more tham twice and drinking every bit of your juices. He loves the way you squirt when youre overstimulated and crying

boyfie!sunghoon fingering you in the worst possible situatuons, dinner with friends? Yeah, hes in your panties. Movie night? You know it. On a train ride to Busan? Best one you've ever had

boyfie!sunghoon who loves you like a man, not a boy, youre his numbed 1 priority and he doesnt care about himself. He wants you and loves you like no other man ever could, and thats how it will forever be.

001. would be one of those bfs that are SHIT at debriefing

he tells you drama like it’s the most uninteresting thing on this planet earth, and you know what, good for him! not good for you though, because he mentioned that his sisters ex-boyfriend texted her again and you have been dying to know more ever since. so next time he’s on the phone with her you really remind him to ask, but obviously, his ahh is so bad at relaying information that you get absolutely nothing from him

“did you ask her what happened? what is he saying? did she tell you everything?”

“yeah she showed me some screenshots. basically he’s just back in her life.”

“okay… how?”

“… i forgot”

“sunghoon i’m so sick of you deadass”

002. die hard fan of matching items

hot take, but i think he’s into more unsubtle forms of matching items. he obviously loves tiny matching trinkets with meanings behind them, but i also think he loves matching more “in-your-face” kind of things too. going out in the same colors, buying a shirt for you that’s a very similar variation of his, matching shoes and jewelry, etc. etc. he just gets infinitely happier wearing something that he knows you have too, and bonus points if you happen to wear your variation too… he’s blabbering about fate for the rest of the day

003. your face is on everything he owns

okay maybe not everything… but you’re almost everywhere when it comes to him!! in his phone case, there’s a selfie polaroid of him with his arms wrapped around your waist and his chin on your shoulder from when you guys went camping together. his lockscreen is a picture of you smiling at him from ear to ear when he took you to a flower field. he has a photobooth picture of you two laughing and kissing sitting in his wallet. he has pictures of you in his car, he has pictures of you in his room, he has pictures of you in his studio and on his fridge; his members say you’re basically just his brand because you truly are everywhere

004. lets you walk him like a dog

a lot of people think because he has a pretty face he’s not the worlds biggest loser… fortunately for you, he is! the type to literally drop anything and do whatever you ask him to do. he would actually be doing something important when you call out for a hair tie-- that man will immediately detach from whatever he’s doing and not only get your hair tie, but also tie your hair for you. he has no time urgency for others when you tell him to do anything.

a lot of people also call him your lap dog cause he’s actually just holding your hand or standing behind you at parties in silence… yeah he’s does not play about you

005. LOVES physical touch (surprise?)

although physical touch wouldn’t be his main love language (strongly believes his acts of service means more than anything), he absolutely dies at every one of your touches. personally doesn’t prefer being touchy around other people, but if someone walks in on you two practically fused together on the couch, he’s not gonna shove you off of him. very nonchalantly touchy around the members, like giving you quick kisses on your temple while he gets up to put his dishes away, or giving you a quick tap on your butt as you pass him. he does get beet red when the members make fun of him or bring it up though-- he kinda just forgets that you two aren’t the only people on this planet

006. has the oddest sleeping habits you’ve ever seen

every night, you two go to bed with you always being the little spoon. and every night, you wake up a few hours later to see your boyfriend sleeping like a sick victorian child with half the sheets on the ground and only covering his upper body. you have an entire folder of pictures you took of sunghoon sleeping in odd positions: sometimes he’s flat on his back with both his arms up and no blanket, sometimes his entire upperbody is quite literally on top of you… and it gets worse

his boyfriend twitches are also INSANE like… he’ll be in the most comfortable position ever (his favorite is when you’re both wrapped around each other while your head is tucked under his chin) and he’ll be twitching every ten seconds. you’re not really surprised since he’s constantly dancing and working out, but the twitching still makes you laugh every time. you brought it up to him once and he vehemently denied it… but you know….

007. lets you do whatever trend with him

his personal favorites that you dragged him into: taking turns using each others bodies as weights and doing different workouts challenge, that trend where the bf lifts their gf with one hand, and the bow on his biceps

you saw the tiktok trend where people tie bows around their boyfriends biceps, so you thought: ‘why not do that on my personal test subject?’ his biceps are almost the size of your head, anyways…

he was laying on your bed, mindlessly scrolling after his shower when you came up to him with a huge smile that you reserve for when you have a stupid idea. he looked up and sighed, a small smile forming on his face as he dropped his phone on the bed.

“what do you want me to do this time, babe?” you giggled at his question, his reaction showing how often you do things like this. you just silently took his arm and wrapped the prettiest bow around his ginormous bicep, giggling like a maniac when you were done. he’s fully smiling at this point, watching as he lets you do whatever you want (he also thinks you’re the cutest person on this planet). when you pull out your phone, he’s quick to pull you into his side with his decorated bicep lightly squishing your face

you’re a giggling mess now, commanding him to flex and break the ribbon, which he does with no complaints just to see you giggle some more. it’s safe to say that is not the last time he would ever be at your every beck and call

(he also catches you watching this video multiple times a day)

008. feels personally wronged when someone wrongs you

this became a drabble in itself i love sunghoon sry

you had just come back home from hanging out with some friends when you saw sunghoon watching tv on the couch. it was evident he had been waiting for you to come home when he immediately paused the screen and perked up, yelling "y/nnn, you're home?" the lovesick smile he wore as he got up to hug you faltered a bit after seeing your tired, slightly upset face. and when you inhaled loudly as you practically collapsed into sunghoon's embrace, his once happy look turned into a deep frown

"you okay baby?" he muttered into the top of your head. moving back an inch, he gently picked your chin up to look at him. "talk to me, what's wrong?"

you groaned as you guided him back to the couch, and from there, you went on and on about how some mutual friends made you the butt of joke all the time. always cutting you off, or sometimes never even let you speak to begin with. they even went through your private account and saw your posts with sunghoon and were absolutely baffled that, in their words, YOU were with him.

sunghoon was dead silent as you ranted about these awful things, constantly rubbing your back and squeezing your thigh when you said something he particularly didn't like. when you were done, you ended it like it was the worlds most normal story and kissed his cheek, telling him you were gonna take a shower. but the second you even stood up, he just pulled you back down next to him with the most ‘why the fuck are you being so normal about this???’ expression.

"babe that isn't okay??? why do they think they have the right to talk to you like that?? give me their numbers-- or you know what just give me their names. i’ll find their voter’s registration or something and i’m gonna doxx them somehow... i don’t know how, but i'll learn." you stare at him for a solid five seconds before laughing in his face, and he's SO CONFUSED because truly why does anyone think they can talk to his girlfriend like that??? "babe this is serious! you're the most gorgeous girl on this planet, and for them to be baffled that you're dating me?? how am I dating YOU??"

after you slightly calmed him down (over your situation) and took a shower, you came out to see him texting your best friend absolutely making SURE this never happens again. don't worry, the ten million kisses you gave him that night helped you both forget about the prior events of the night

009. so awkward (it’s not you, it’s him)

no matter how long you two have been together, how physical you guys have been, or even how easily he can read you, he’s still gonna sit in a 90 degree angle next to you on the bed sometimes

he can’t help it!!! it’s partially because he’s so unc he has to make awkward small talk for no reason sometimes (23 btw), but also because he still gets nervous around you and wants to have any reason to talk to you. don’t get me wrong-- comfortable silence and physical touch is very common between the two of you. he doesn’t ALWAYS shy away from you, but when he does, it’s usually because he thinks you’re so pretty he needs to talk to you but he’s too nervous to speak coherently.

literally you could be on your 2 year anniversary date and he can’t stop staring at you in your floor length dress, so he’s sitting straight, beet red, and stuttering dad jokes every time he speaks to you.

“s-so… eating steak i see… how do cows… learn about current events?”

“hoon, what?”

“the- the moo-spaper.” cue his shit eating grin and dead silence for five seconds

“i love you, but shut the fuck up and eat your food.”

010. can get a little too into silent treatments, but does the most to make up for it

two things about sunghoon that i forgot to mention: one, he's quite sensitive, and two, he also loves gift giving.

when you two get into arguments and pride gets in the way, the silent treatment that he initiates can run for a little while. the longest record for you guys was five days, and it was as if two ghosts were occupying your shared apartment. you remember it started so stupid-- something about not wanting the other person to go out. both parties saw nothing wrong with what they did, which resulted in complete avoidance for five days while living under the same roof. after day three, you almost broke until you saw him purposely turn around on the couch when you came to sit down, which made you angry all over again. it was until day four when he heard crying on the phone with your friends, genuinely asking if you were in the wrong and how to go about the situation. although he felt extremely wronged, he hated when you cried. and now it was because of him? he could never forgive himself.

so on day five before he left for work, he gave you a secret kiss while you were asleep and left a tiny note on the fridge that read: "surprise coming. hate seeing you cry."

when he came back to see you hunched over your laptop and still in your work clothes, he knew he had to break this silent treatment for good. he held 5 large (expensive) boxes in one arm, and a huge bouquet of flowers in the other. when i tell you he literally set the boxes down in front of your laptop and dropped to his knees in front of you...

"even though i don't think i'm wrong for feeling the way i did, i don't think i can keep staying away from you. you're my everything, y/n. and because you're my everything, my feelings become so intense when it comes to you. at the end of the day, i care more about you than whatever dumbass argument we got into. so i got you really expensive gifts and your favorite flowers to SLIGHTLY sway you while i beg for your forgiveness... please forgive me please please please--"

“oh my god if i forgive you will you stop?”

“depends… are you gonna kiss me?”

“… come here you big loser.”

he's super petty and a big huge loser, but he's your super petty big huge loser!!

a/n: this just became a bunch of drabbles in one post so sorry if it wasnt much uuhhmm

The airport was still buzzing, flashes from camera phones and the hum of tired conversations fading behind him as Sunghoon gave one last wave to his members.

“Text us when you’re settled,” Heeseung called out, already sliding into a black van.

Sunghoon just nodded, slinging his bag higher on his shoulder. His limbs ached from the flight, his hoodie felt suffocating in the spring heat, and his head throbbed with every sound. He didn’t even have the energy to pull out his mask as he stepped into the quiet car waiting for him. His driver asked if he wanted anything to eat. He just shook his head, eyes already fluttering closed against the window.

The drive home was a blur. Familiar city lights painted the sky, but Sunghoon could only think about the bed that had been calling his name for days. That, and you. He hadn’t seen you since before they left for California. The two of you had barely gotten used to living together—boxes still shoved in corners, bookshelves half-filled, your toothbrush resting beside his like it had always been there.

He missed you. He did. But right now, exhaustion gnawed at his bones, and the Coachella high had long since crashed into post-tour burnout.

The elevator dinged softly, and he stepped into the hallway of your apartment. The familiar scent of laundry detergent and that vanilla candle you were obsessed with welcomed him home more than anything else. His keys jangled as he pushed open the door quietly.

The living room was dark except for the flicker of the TV playing some random drama rerun. You were curled up on the couch, the oversized hoodie you wore practically swallowing you whole. Your mouth was slightly open, breaths even and soft.

Sunghoon sighed. You’d waited up.

He toed off his shoes with difficulty and set his bag down beside the door, stretching once before padding quietly into the kitchen for a glass of water. But before he could even fill it, a rustle from the couch caught his attention.

You shot up like a zombie resurrected by caffeine, eyes wide, cheeks flushed. “You’re home!”

He blinked. “Yeah…”

“I missed you so much.” You launched yourself off the couch before he could even process it, arms wrapping tightly around his middle. You buried your face in his chest, breathing him in like you were trying to memorize the scent of airport air and whatever cologne he’d used during the trip.

He stood there, frozen. His arms hung awkwardly at his sides, muscles stiff. But then, he relaxed, trying to push down the exhaustion and irritability that had built up over the past two weeks. He knew how sensitive you were, how you could feel the tiniest hint of his frustration. So, despite his body practically begging for rest, he smiled softly.

“I missed you too,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. His hands hesitated for a moment before settling gently around your back, just enough to hold you without feeling overwhelmed. “It’s just… it’s been a long trip.”

You smiled against him, clearly not noticing the slight tension in his shoulders. “I’ve been watching all the fan edits. You looked so good, Sunghoon. Seriously.”

His smile faltered just a little as you continued talking, your words pouring out in a rush—how much you missed him, how great he looked in the videos, how the edits had made you wish you were there, and how you’d barely been able to sleep without him next to you.

“I—” Sunghoon’s words got caught in his throat for a second. He didn’t want to come off as rude. He didn’t want to hurt you. So, he just nodded, trying to keep his patience. His thumb gently traced circles on the back of your hoodie as he focused on keeping his emotions in check.

“Yeah, I know,” he said, his voice quieter now. He was smiling, but the exhaustion in his eyes was becoming harder to hide.

You pulled back slightly, still talking about how you couldn’t wait to catch up on everything, but Sunghoon’s head felt heavy, his body sluggish with the kind of tiredness that was almost painful. He took a deep breath, forcing himself to keep calm as your voice bubbled on, not realizing the way he was barely holding himself together.

It wasn’t that he didn’t appreciate how much you cared, it was just… right now, it felt like too much. But he didn’t want to snap. Not when he knew how much you valued the little moments like this.

So, he smiled again, faintly, despite everything. “Let’s talk later, okay? I just… I really need to rest.”

And with that, he gently pulled away, walking past you toward the bedroom, trying to ignore the weight that pressed down on his chest.

You didn’t hear what Sunghoon had said, your excitement still buzzing in your chest as you bounced on your toes, waiting for him to react more to your rambling. When he moved past you toward the bedroom, you were still talking, eager to close the distance between you and him.

“Sunghoon, wait! I swear you looked so—”

You followed him into the room, heart racing with anticipation. “Hey, are you still tired? I just missed you so much. We can go get food or I can make something—whatever you want, I don’t care, I just want to be with you.”

You tried to sit next to him, but he was already sitting on the bed, rubbing his temples like he was trying to hold it all together. He hadn’t even taken off his jacket yet. You could feel the tension in the room—the kind of tension that made you nervous but also desperate to make everything right. You missed him, and you just wanted him to talk to you.

“Sunghoon?” you asked again, your voice softer this time as you sat beside him, nudging his arm with your elbow. “Are you okay?”

He didn’t look at you. He just stared at the floor, his lips pressed together in a thin line. You could tell he was holding something back, probably frustration from the long flight, but you couldn’t help yourself. You needed to talk to him. Needed him to see you.

“Sunghoon, are you mad at me? You’ve barely said anything, and—”

That was when he finally snapped.

“God, can you stop?!” he growled, his voice sharp, like a sudden burst of anger he could no longer contain. He jerked away from you, swearing under his breath. “I’m fucking tired. Why can’t you just give me a second to breathe?!”

His words hit you like a slap, and for a moment, all you could do was freeze, mouth open in shock. Sunghoon had never talked to you like that, never let his anger spill so suddenly.

He sat up straighter, hands gripping the bed, his knuckles white. His eyes, though tired, flashed with frustration.

“I just got off a plane after two weeks, and you won’t stop talking. It’s too much!” he spat, his voice cold and harsh, every word laced with irritation. “I don’t need this right now.”

You pulled back, confusion and hurt twisting in your stomach. You’d never seen him so on edge with you before. His words hung in the air, sharp and cutting, and for a moment, you wondered if you’d said something wrong. If you’d pushed him too far.

But Sunghoon didn’t apologize. Not yet. He just stared at you, waiting for your reaction, chest rising and falling rapidly as he tried to collect himself, his gaze hard.

It felt like the room was holding its breath, and you didn’t know whether to keep talking or give him space.

You sat there in stunned silence, your heart pounding in your chest. The air in the room suddenly felt thick, like there was no room left to breathe. Sunghoon hadn’t moved, his gaze still fixed on you, but he wasn’t looking at you like he usually did—not with warmth, not with that soft affection you were so used to. No, right now, his eyes were filled with something else.

Frustration.

You swallowed, trying to steady your breath, but the weight of his words hung heavy in the air between you. It was clear he was tired, but his snap… it hurt. It wasn’t like him.

“Sunghoon…” You whispered, your voice smaller than you intended. “I didn’t mean to—”

“I don’t care if you didn’t mean to,” he interrupted, his tone still biting. “I just want a damn break, okay? I haven’t had a moment to myself in weeks, and now you’re here, talking my ear off and acting like everything’s fine. It’s not. I’m not fine.”

You flinched. His words felt like a punch to the gut, and you could feel the sting of them deep in your chest. The part of you that wanted to defend yourself, to explain that you just missed him, was overwhelmed by the sudden rush of guilt. You hadn’t meant to make him snap, but you had.

He sighed, rubbing his face in frustration as he slumped back against the headboard, arms crossed tightly over his chest.

“Just… just give me a minute. Please,” he said, voice softer now but still tinged with irritation. “I don’t want to yell at you, I don’t. But I need you to understand. I’m so fucking exhausted, and I don’t know how to say it without sounding like an asshole.”

You nodded slowly, biting the inside of your lip as you tried to fight back the tears that suddenly stung at the corners of your eyes. You didn’t want to cry. Not in front of him, not like this. But everything inside you felt… heavy. Overwhelmed. All you wanted was to be with him, to make up for the time lost while he was gone.

Instead, you felt like you were pushing him further away.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, your voice barely audible now. “I just… I missed you so much. I was excited you were finally home, but I guess I didn’t realize how tired you were.”

Sunghoon didn’t say anything for a long moment. He just sat there, eyes staring ahead as if he was lost in his thoughts. You felt the space between you both growing with every second that passed. His silence was suffocating, but you didn’t want to make it worse by saying the wrong thing.

Finally, he let out another sigh. This one wasn’t as harsh, though it was still filled with exhaustion.

“I know,” he muttered, rubbing his temples. “I know you missed me. I get it. But I didn’t have time to miss you. I was too busy being run into the ground. You know how it is.” His voice softened again, just barely, as he looked over at you. “I don’t want to make you feel bad. I’m just… I just need a minute to breathe. Can you give me that?”

You nodded again, this time more understanding, though your chest still ached.

“Okay,” you said quietly. “I’ll give you space. I’m sorry for… pushing you.”

Sunghoon leaned back against the bed, eyes closed, and you could hear the faint sound of his breath, a little steadier now.

“I’m sorry, too,” he muttered after a beat, his voice still rough but with a touch of sincerity. “I didn’t mean to snap at you. I know you’re not the reason I’m so tired. It’s just… I didn’t know how else to handle it.”

You didn’t respond right away. You simply sat there, letting the tension simmer between you both, but it wasn’t as sharp as it had been a few moments ago. You still felt the sting of his words, but the soft apology was enough to ease the weight, even just a little.

After a long moment of silence, Sunghoon finally shifted in the bed, sitting up straighter. He hesitated before reaching over and pulling you gently toward him. He didn’t say anything, but his arms wrapped around you, pulling you close in a quiet, almost apologetic hug.

You rested your head against his chest, and for the first time since he’d come home, the ache in your chest eased, just a little.

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The street lights flicker but your focus is somewhere else, your mind retreats into the dullness of the past couple of days and you feel the sting of tears. But you blink them away, push your feet against the ground and let go. 

The cold winds brush through the strands of your hair as the swing takes you upwards, your feet momentarily leave the ground until they swing back. You let the quiet of the park comfort you, the midnight hours on a swing seemed like the only ideal time and location to be in after a rough couple of days. 

You feel the vibrations from your phone through the thin cardigan you were in and pull it out to see three missed calls from Sunghoon. The screen goes black and when you turn it back on the picture of your boyfriend stares back at you.

With the calls long forgotten your eyes gaze at the photo of him and you, the smile on both your faces makes your heart ache for his touch. And moments later a tear makes its way down your cheeks and onto the screen. 

You wanted to feel his arms wrapped around you, his cheeks pressed against your temple, his fingers running through your hair. But going to him for momentary comfort made you feel guilty and to some extent, selfish.

So you thought being overwhelmed alone would be the best option because the last thing you wanted to do was burden him with your share of troubles. 

“Hey” 

The voice cuts through the silence of the night and your head snaps up to find the source only for your eyes to fall on a distraught looking Sunghoon.

 “Finally” his steps are hurried and you leave the comfort of the swing once he reaches you. “Where have you been all this time?”, his fingers reach to hold yours.

“Just here” you mutter glancing around. “ I had been worried sick” the tremble in voice makes your heart almost crack open. “I am so sorry” you whisper, “I was just” and you trail off, the sentence hangs in the air, unfinished. 

Sunghoon catches the strain in your voice and it doesn't take a lot for him to understand what was going on. So he lets the warmth of his body do the rest. 

The next second you feel his arms slip around your waist and even before you could look up to find your boyfriend’s eyes you are smushed against his chest. “Uh, Sunghoon?” you mumble into his sweater, your words muffled. “Let's just stay like this for some time”, his cheek rests against your head and his grip on you is comforting so you go silent. 

His fingers run down your back slowly and when you breathe in, the familiar scent of pine floods you and at that very instant your body gradually sinks in his hold. You feel your tense shoulders relax, the thoughts that had weighed you down felt less heavy with him so close. 

When his fingers come to wipe something across your cheeks you realize you had been crying this whole time.

Sunghoon leans back to look at you with a tight-lipped expression on his face, and mutters, “Don't you dare wipe your nose on me” and so you do just that. 

When his laugh vibrates through your body you realize there was no other place you'd rather be but in his arms. 

“Thank you”, your arms slip from the sides of his waist and your palms come to rest against his cheeks, “for this”. 

He bends down to catch your lips in a kiss in response and the taste of your chapstick makes Sunghoon sigh against your lips. He proceeds to leave fleeting kisses all over your face- the bridge of your nose, the slant of your jaw, the curve of your temple. And you chuckle in his hold. 

“Ok you can”, his lips find yours in a peck, “Stop now” but when you lean in again Sunghoon knows you didn't want him to.