#sunghoon timestamp

for his stupid gifts… it would be funny and pointless. he would get you a weird looking stuffed animal and says that it reminds him of you. he would feel a little bad if you didn’t get the joke or didn’t like the gift and immediately apologize. if you didn’t get the joke he would definitely sit you down and explain it to you in order for you to get it.

pda. it is something he can never stop doing. he loves to give you his love and make sure other people know it as well. it’s kind of hard to talk to both of you sometimes because you guys are always whispering to each other or just distracted with each other. the members always have something to say if you kiss sunghoon in front of them, vice versa.

pda. it is something he can never stop doing. he loves to give you his love and make sure other people know it as well. it’s kind of hard to talk to both of you sometimes because you guys are always whispering to each other or just distracted with each other. the members always have something to say if you kiss sunghoon in front of them, vice versa.

if he were to see someone getting a little too close to you for his liking, he makes a b line towards you. he’ll make it known to the person who is talking to you is going to regret their life choices if they come any closer. he would wrap his arm around your waist and pepper kisses on your neck or cheek so they can stop talking.

clinginess. if there is one thing you should know about this man, it’s that he is clingy! not in a bad way but in a good way. he really adores you and what you do. to others he probably looks like a puppy in love but he could care less. wherever you are, sunghoon is there. he is either next to you or five feet away from you but with a good enough distance where he can see you perfectly. he never takes his eyes off of you. he is one of the most loyal person you have ever met.

cuddling. cuddling with him is one of the best things in the world. most of the time he is the big spoon because of the warmth his body gives off. plus, he loves to quite literally squeeze the living shit out of you because “you are the cutest thing he has ever held”. sometimes you find yourself on his chest or just weirdly wrapped around him in the morning. when you are the big spoon, it can get kinda difficult. his hair had the mind of its own so sometimes it can get a little difficult to breathe when his hair is in your face. (assuming that you are a little bit smaller than him)

Sunghoon shot up out of sleep, gasping for breath. He started explaining his dream, knowing you were always awake at this hour. "Oh gosh, babe, I just had the craziest nightmare. We were out on a date and you had crossed the street to look at a flower shop when this car came flying outta nowhere and hit you, killing you on impact." It was terrifying for Sunghoon, the thought of losing you, but luckily he never had to really worry about that.

He turned towards you, ready to forget it all and go back to sleep, but you weren't there. You hadn't been there for weeks. And that's when Sunghoon remembered that it wasn't just a nightmare, but a relay of events.

You actually got hit by a car, you were actually gone, and you were never coming back. He had no one to talk to about his nightmares. He had no one to take on dates. He had no one to pamper with affection.

Sunghoon was alone.

a/n: pov this is ur fav trope el oh el ANYGAYZ me posting angst?? unheard of but here we are

it's an uncomfortable lack of space in the closet, but what can you expect from a group of college students renting a summerhouse just for their own entertainment?

the closet smells like a weird mixture of alcohol (which you admit fault of) and his cologne and you're desperately trying to get rid of the scent before it gets stuck in your nose.

"why do you hate me so much?"

you look up from the ground and squint at him, partially due to the absence of a light source.

"are you asking me that for real or are you just fucking with me?"

sunghoon tuts his lips and inhales a sharp breath, lifting both his arms and resting them on the wall behind you. the scent is alot stronger now, and you're this close away from running your knee into his-

"i'm asking out of genuine curiosity."

he's so close, his breath is hitting your upper lip.

it feels horrible, but something about the proximity makes you look away first. i can't lose.

"look at me," he drops a hand to your jaw and holds your entire face towards him, his thumb and index finger lined to the curve of your chin. "why do you hate me so much?"

"because you do nothing but be perfect and you and all your little ministrations as if you don't know you're popular and your stupid hair and your stupid friends and you-"

the interruption abruptly cuts your (messy) thoughts in the form of a sudden kiss, and your eyes remain wide open for a moment before sunghoon pulls away, eyes darting between yours to read your expression.

something clicks, and suddenly, your hands are around his shoulders, palm combing up into his hair on the back of his neck with his palms resting on your waist.

seven minutes feel like seven seconds within these few moments, and the closet door is swung wide open for view to your friends outside.

by instinct, you shove him off you, then you wipe the corners of your lips and - ready yourself for this - send a palm across his face.

not the type that would leave a mark, but the type that makes him hold his cheek with wide eyes.

"what do you think you're doing?" you blurt out, and sunghoon is remained with a less-than-surprised expression.

"did you just hit me for something you obviously thoroughly enjoyed?"

"i did not enjoy that!"

you had known sunghoon for a very long time. you hadn’t exactly been friends forever, but you’d been in each other’s classes ever since you started preschool, so even though you two didn’t hang out together in your spare time, you always knew of each other. you had a few friends in common, so you often had lunch at the same table or went to the same parties.

though, your best friend jake had always tried to set you up with sunghoon. a lot of times, he’d invited only you and sunghoon over to his house to hang out - without telling either of you that the other would be there - and almost equally as many times, he’d left the two of you alone while he “went to the bathroom” or “went to fetch some snacks” for long periods of time. jake was sure that you had a crush on sunghoon, and he felt that it was his duty as your best friend to make sure you and sunghoon spent as much together as possible so that you would fall in love with each other and live happily ever after. but his plans hadn’t been working so well, as you still barely spoke to eachother and you were both pretty awkward when alone together. 

however, jake had actually been right - you did have a crush on sunghoon. how could you not, when he looked like a prince, and was the most respectful and sweet person you’d ever met? this wasn’t somehing you wanted to admit to jake, as you knew his attempts to make you and sunghoon become a thing would only get more enthuseastic and more frequent. besides, you knew that if jake did know, he would most probably let it slip to someone else as he from time to time had a slight problem with keeping his mouth shut. it was never your intention to let him know of your crush, but one friday in the cafeteria, you accidentally let that secret slip out of your mouth just as you had gotten your lunch.

“did you just say what i think you said?” jake asked as he stared at you.

“me? i didn’t say anything,” you snapped and started walking towards a free table across the cafeteria. 

“yes you did,” he grabbed his tray and hurried along behind you. “you just said that you wondered what it would be like to date sunghoon! so that means you like him!” 

you sat down by the table, stirring your food with a plastic fork. “i did not say that. and even if i had, that wouldn’t mean i like him,” you said curtly as jake plopped down in the seat in front of you.

“yes, it did mean that!” 

“no, it didn’t!” 

“it totally did!” 

you threw your hands up in the air. “okay! okay, i like sunghoon. so what?” 

“what do you mean ‘so what’, this is amazing!” he gasped. “now you two can finally go on dates and be a couple and-” 

“like he’d ever want to go out with me,” you groaned, covering your face in your hands. 

“he would!” you shook your head. “he likes you too.” 

you took away your hands and shot him a displeased look. “as if.” 

“gosh, can’t you ever trust me?” you chuckled and was about to tell him that actually, you could never trust him, when he started speaking again. “he’s always looking at you with such lovey-dovey eyes in class. and when you’re late or when you don’t show up to class, he always asks me where you are, and if i tell him that you’re sick he asks how bad it is and if there’s anything he can do for you. and when you-” 

“wait one second,” you started, your eyebrowns frowning and your fingers rising to massage your temples. “why haven’t you told me this before?”

“because you always said you weren’t interested in him!” you sighed. “oh, there he is now!” you turned around and shifted your gaze to where jake had been looking, and sure enough, into the cafeteria had walked none other than sunghoon. “this is your chance, ask him out on a date!” 

“no, wait, no-” 

“aren’t you going to ask him out?” jake interrupted you and you turned to face him again. 

“no, there’s no way-” 

“sunghoon!” he yelled towards the boy, waving his head over his head to invite the black-haired boy over. 

“are you insane?!” you whispered in a very brusque tone. “he’s-” 

“hey guys,” you heard sunghoon’s voice say from behind you. you turned around and faced him, forcing a smile upon your lips. 

“hello there!” cheered jake, leaning forward and placing a hand on your shoulder. “y/n here was just telling me about how she wanted you to take her out on a date.” 

you gasped, feeling your cheeks heat up instantly as you pushed jake’s hand away. “i never said-”

“yeah, sure,” sunghoon said, smiling down at you. “does tomorrow work for you?” 

your eyes widened and your mouth dropped - you had not expected for him to answer that way. you quickly tried to get yourself together, giving him a now sincere smile back as you told him, “tomorrow’s good.” 

“nice!” he hummed. “are you okay with ice skating? i know a place in town that is christmas themed during the weekends, and you can even rent skates there if you don’t own any yourself.” 

you blinked a couple of times. did he really not know? you thought to yourself. “ice skating is fine by me,” you managed to get out. 

“okay, do-” 

this time it was sunghoon’s time to get cut off, though not by jake but by his friend jay, who had just arrived at the scene. “sunghoon, we saved you a seat by our table!” he told his friend, grabbing his arm and pulling sunghoon along with him to the other side of the cafeteria. 

“i’ll text you!” was the last thing sunghoon was able to say before he was out of hearing-range from you, and you nodded as an answer. 

you turned to jake with your eyebrows raised. “doesn’t he know that i’m a figure skater too? have you not told him that?” 

jake grinned. “i might have forgotten about that small detail,” he chuckled. 

“small detail? i spend most of my spare time in the rink, just like he does, and you think that isn’t something worth mentioning?”

he shrugged, taking a bite of his lasagna that had pretty much cooled down now due to your intense conversation. “look at it from the bright side, though,” he gulped down some of his milk. “now you can pretend that you’re bad at skating so that he can teach you. that’s totally cute and so romantic, even you can’t argue with that.” 

you grew quiet for a moment. “you know what, jake?” he stopped in his tracks, looking up from his food to glance at you. “that is the best thing you’ve said all day. no, all year!” 

he tilted his head, shooting you a thumbs up. “i’m glad you think so, but you’re incorrect. everything i say is good-” 

sunghoon had texted you later that evening, and the two of you decided together that you’d meet up at noon by the rink he had recommended. it was one you’d never been to before, so you weren’t worried that you’d meet someone who usually practiced with you and who could spoil to sunghoon that you indeed knew how to skate. 

the following day, you accidentally woke up a bit too late, but after having a quick breakfast, getting dressed and hurrying off to the rink, you managed to make it there in time. sunghoon stood by the entrance when you arrived, leaning against a lamp pole while looking at his phone. when you came closer, he must’ve sensed your presence because he looked up at you, his eyes finding yours quickly and a slight smile reaching his lips. 

“hey,” he hummed when you arrived by his side, sliding his phone into the pocket of his jacket. 

“hello!” you said, smiling back at him. “have you been waiting for a long time?” 

he shook his head. “no, i got here just a few minutes ago.” you crossed your arms over your chest and rolled on your feet, shooting a glance over sunghoon’s shoulder to see a couple of people walking into the rink through the entrance. “shall we go inside?” you nodded and you both started heading inside. “you brought skates, i see?” he asked, eyes focused on the bag that was hanging over your shoulder. 

“yeah, i managed to find an old pair in the back of my closet,” you cheered. it wasn’t a lie - you had managed to find a pair you hadn’t used in many years, and had decided to bring those with you instead of any pair you usually practiced and competed in, as they were from a brand that was popular in the figure skating world and you felt like seeing you wear them might have been weird for sunghoon who thought you didn’t know much about skating. 

he pulled the entrance door open and used his hand to signal for you to go in before him. “when was the last time you skated?” 

you bowed as a thanks, walking in throught the door. “i dont know,” you answered, trying to come up with something quickly. “a couple of years ago maybe? i think i went with my friends one time-”

you lost track of your words when you looked out over the rink. just as he had mentioned yesterday, it was christmas themed; there was a plastic christmas tree standing in the center of the ice; small plastic santas & reindeer were hanging from the roof; “let it snow” was playing in the background; and there were big snowflakes drawn into the ice. even though it was extremely cozy, there weren’t a lot of other people there. 

sunghoon chuckled at your shocked state, nudging your side with his elbow. “you like it?” 

you nodded again, moving your gaze up to meet his. “yeah, it’s really pretty.” he looked away quite quickly, one of his hands coming up to scratch the back of his neck and you took notice of how he failed to hold back another smile, smiling yourself at the sight. “shall we?” he hummed in agreement and you moved towards a bench on the stands where you sat down and started changing into your skates. 

you asked him a question about how long he’s been skating for, and it led to a full conversation about his skating history. now, it wasn’t at all the same awkwardness you usually experienced with him when you two were alone; for some reason, now you were both relaxed and you felt like nothing was holding you back. 

except for maybe the fact that you were holding sunghoon back from entering the ice, as you pretended to be slow at tying the laces of your skates so that it wouldn’t seem like it was something you had done so many times that you could do in your sleep, when he was ready in just a few moments. “do you remember how to skate?” he asked, standing up in front of you as you were making a double-knot on your last skate. 

you shrugged, looking up at him. “i don’t think so.” 

his eyes looked straight into yours and he smiled once again. “i’ll teach you, then.” now it was your time to look away, a blush spreading over your face. you didn’t hear it due to a couple of teens yelling at each other on the ice, but a chuckle resonated from sunghoon’s chest as he mumbled a low “cute”, before taking a few steps back to give you space to stand up too. 

you knew that the hardest part was now in front of you; acting as if you didn’t know how to skate. you took a deep breath and stood up, pretending to lose balance for a while and having to grab the wall for support, before waddling over to sunghoon who’d already gotten down onto the ice. 

“how do i get down?” 

“just hold on to the board, and step onto the ice with one leg at the time,” he explained, and you did your best to pretend that you had a hard time getting onto the ice, holding onto the board as if your life depended on it. “good! now just-” you took a step forward and did the number one thing you knew all skating coaches all over the world hated the most; you kept your legs straight. even for you, keeping a good balance was hard when you didn’t bend your legs, so you were a millisecond from stumbling forward when sunghoon grabbed your hands and kept you steady. “a little tip - bend your knees, okay?” you nodded, doing as he said and instantly regained that familiar feeling of stability you always had when you skated. 

when you weren’t so focused on acting anymore, you looked down at your hands and realized that sunghoon was still holding them. he hadn’t pulled away yet, and neither did you. 

“would you like to try some strokes yourself or would you like for me to pull you?” 

you put on a small pout. “pull me?” 

he started going backwards, pulling you along with him as he skated along the board. he started off slowly, but he soon picked up the pace and strenght of his strokes and now you were going quite quickly. “hey, slow down!” you told him, feeling that you had to say something because the speed you were currently going at was far too quick for someone who wasn’t completely comfortable with skating. 

then something hit you. an idea. it was just an innocent thought - you just wanted to see how he’d react - but when you’d impulsively pushed the toepick of your right skate into the ice so that you fell forward on all fours, letting go of sunghoon’s hands as you fell, you instantly regretted it. 

he stopped immediately and asked if you were okay, but you couldn’t hold it anymore. you started laughing, face still pointing at the ice, and you couldn’t stop. this whole thing was so silly and stupid (you made a mental note to never trust jake again). you leaned back to sit on your heels, covering your face in your hands as you shook with laughter. “a-are you crying?” sunghoon’s soft voice reached your ears, and you felt bad for him. “are you hurt?” 

you removed your hands, shaking your head and finally being able to hold a few laughs to tell him that you weren’t crying, you were laughing. he looked extremely confused. you stood up by yourself, ignoring the hand he was offering, and you skated off. you felt free for once, not having to pretend that you didn’t know what you were doing, so you skated both forwards and backwards, did some piruettes and even a toeloop, just to prove to him that you knew what you were doing. when you skated back to sunghoon, his mouth hung open and his eyebrows were raised. 

“w-what was all that?” you chuckled at him, stopping in front of him to adjust the lace of your right ski quickly. “how can you do that?” 

“i’m a skater too,” you told him, standing up straight. “i thought you knew, seeing as we’ve known each other for so long, but when you didn’t... i guess i wanted to see if i could trick you.” 

his mouth still hung agape. “do you skate in those?” he pointed at your feet, and you quickly shook your head. 

“no, i didn’t want to bring my favorites because you’d know that they weren’t just some random old pair...” 

sunghoon chuckled, pulling a hand through his hair. “i can’t believe you,” he sniggered and you smiled at him, crossing your arms over your chest. “is lying really a good way to start off a new relationship?” 

you chuckled and cocked an eyebrow at him, tapping the ice with the toepick of your left skate. “oh, you’re seeing this as a new relationship, huh?” 

“hopefully.” 

now you were both grinning at each other, and you nibbled at your bottom lip for a few seconds before speaking. “i think we’ll see if it was a good way then.”