#theboyz

You and Sunwoo both shared a mutual agreement that your relationship was to stay secretive. After all it all started with a drunken makeout session at one of Kevin and Jacobs wild parties. The only problem was when Sunwoo agreed to keep things a secret he didn’t think it meant watching other guys carelessly flirt with you as if you didn’t already have a boyfriend. Obviously he knew what he had been getting himself into with making you his girlfriend, you were one of the most sought out girls on the cheer team, pretty, top of your class and you were nice to everyone, sometimes a little too nice. Usually Sunwoo would be able to compose himself really well, but the events of today would be all he needs to finally snap.

Not only was it spirit week but it just so happened to fall on the week of homecoming. Knowing you were part of the court it already frustrated Sunwoo to know that you would have to walk in with one of those idiots from the team on your arm, but Lee Juyeon asking you to Homecoming in front of the entire school was not something he thought he would be crossing off his list. Juyeon was someone that already annoyed him when it came to you. His endless flirting, his touchy nature or even all those times hearing Juyeon call you ‘babydoll’ all pissed him off. And right now all he could do was stand there and watch, his tongue poking at the inside of his mouth at how pissed off it had made him. Watching your face as Juyeon approached you with a handful of sunflowers and a sign reading “will you be my sunshine” he could tell that you were a little nervous. The only thing he wasn’t sure of is if the nerves had been from having been put on the spot in front of an entire crowd, or maybe it was the fact that his eyes had been burning holes into both you and Juyeons head.

“I- I’m sorry Juyeon, but I can’t” Sunwoo couldn’t help but walk off with a proud grin on his face once the crowd dispersed. Part of Sunwoo did feel guilty because he had known how excited you were for homecoming, but it wasn’t like the two of you would be showing up together. It had made him feel so guilty that he decided to shoot you a text to meet with him at your usual spot in the school's old computer room.

“Sunwoo?’’ His gaze was torn away from his phone as you entered the room.

“Hello babydoll” as he greeted her the slight annoyance in his voice was evident.

“Sunny please don’t start I didn’t know that he would do that, and you clearly saw me tell him no.’’

“What would you have said if I wasn’t there?’’

“What?”

“You heard me sweetheart what would you have told him if I wasn’t standing there watching the whole thing?’’

“Sun you’re acting ridiculous, why are you asking me that?’’

“Why are you not answering.’’ he was getting slightly annoyed at your ignorance towards the question, part of him felt like if he hadn’t been there you would have said yes. It didn’t go amiss how you would smile and laugh with him whenever he caught the two of you talking at parties or at the games.

“I would have told him no.’’ There was a sudden silence between the two for a moment before you decided to speak again

“I have to go, I promised Mr. Song that I would tutor one of his students.’’ A frustrated sigh spilled from his lips as he watched you leave. He wanted to follow you and apologize for even questioning your loyalty to him, but he knew that if he went after you now he would only make things worse in his current state of mind. So he sat in silence for a while, five short minutes turned into ten long minutes until he realized how ridiculous he had been acting. With a sigh he pulls himself up from the desk and makes his way down the hall, already having a decent idea of where you might have been, after all you always studied in the same place, the school library. As he grew closer he could hear the sound of your laughter the closer he got to the door. That didn’t sound like just studying to him, as he peeked over the doorframe and gazed in he couldn’t help but feel annoyed all over again.

The way your head rested on your palm as you looked at no one other than Ji Changmin. You sat there laughing and smiling as he sat there all pouty.

“You’re cute but being cute won’t make me go any easier on you Changmin.’’ You laugh at Changmin's sulking, seemingly completely unaware that your boyfriend stood right outside the door looking in. Meanwhile a blush formed on Chngmins face from you having called him cute.

“I know you can do better than what you’re showing me Minni. This isn’t the first time i’ve tutored you, you’re pretty smart and i’m sure you know that so I refuse to go easy on you.’’ As you spoke to him your hand rested on Changmin's arm.

To any outsider looking in it would seem like you had just been being sweet and playful, but Sunwoo was well aware of your mannerisms and tone by now. You weren’t simply doing or saying any of those things just to be nice. He was fed up, and now he was feeling like it was about time he put you and everyone else in their place. Turning away from the library entrance he then turned to the direction of the school gym, the place he was more than sure he could find Lee Juyeon. Everyone knew that Juyeon would stay after school to practice, after all he was one of those members on the football team that strived for perfection. When Sunwoo first called out the others name Juyeon was shocked to say the least, of course he was well aware of who Sunwoo was, but the two were entirely different he didn’t think he’d ever find Sunwoo looking for him of all people.

“Yn asked me to pass on a message, she’s waiting for you in the library, something about wanting to apologize or something.’’ Sunwoo tried his best to seem disinterested in the situation, just enough for Juyeons ears to perk up at the sound of your name. Sunwoo simply watched in slight annoyance as Juyeon walked off the field and disappeared back into the school building. He eventually made his way moments later, slowly but surely making his way back to the library where he had watched Juyeon enter just moments before.

“Babydoll!’’ Sunwoo watched as your gaze then shifted from Changmin to Juyeon who was now leaned over the table, his gaze having fallen on Ji Changmin who was sat a little two close to you for Juyeons liking.

“Juyeon what are you doing here?’’

“I told him you were looking for him, sweetheart.’’ Sunwoo finally steps into the library's entrance, taking a step in and he closes and locks the door behind himself.

“Sunwoo?’’

At this point both Changmin and Juyeon had been staring back and forth between the both of you in confusion.

“I think you should apologize to Juyeon for turning him down in front of all of those people princess.” Sunwoo noticed the way your body tensed upon being called that, he was more than sure you were well aware of his annoyance by now. After all he only ever called you such a thing when the two of you were alone and he was planning on being buried deep inside of you. The look on your face was one of both annoyance and panic.

“Um I think i’ll just go maybe we can finish another time.’’ Changmin was ready to take his leave, standing up in his chair, Sunwoos' gaze immediately shot to him making him freeze up on the spot.

“Oh no no not too fast ‘minni’ this won’t take too long.’’ upon hearing your nickname for Changmin you had used only moments ago, it began to set in that Sunwoo had been watching you.

“Okay what the fuck is going on.’’ Juyeon finally snaps, his eyes blazing as he realized he had been set up by Sunwoo.

“Sun.’’

“Quiet babydoll I want you to behave for our two guest. Go ahead and make Changmin a little more comfortable.’’

“Sun..’’

“What is it? What’s the matter babydoll you find him cute don’t you?’’ your eyes said it all, the fact that you had been looking everywhere but into sunwoos eyes said it all.

“Be a good girl and make him feel good while me and Juyeon watch.’’

“Wha-what?’’ Changmin's face had gone bright red, but Sunwoo chose to ignore him.

“Go ahead babydoll.’’

Sunwoo watched as you shyly looked over at Changmin who was obviously nervous.

“Okay what the hell is going on?’’ Juyeon was pissed, pissed at the fact that Sunwoo seemed to have some type of hold on you, even more pissed that he had been tricked into coming here just for this.

“I’m giving you what you want, you think she’s pretty right? Both you and Ji changmin have a crush on My Girlfriend, how cute right Babydoll?’’

“Sun did you really have to bring them into this.’’

“You think you’re allowed to play sweet and innocent with me Princess? I know you and your body well enough to know that you like it when Juyeon here flirts with you, i also know you well enough to know that you’d fuck him or Ji Changmin here without a second thought. Go ahead and take off your clothes for them babydoll..show them how pretty you look.’’ The way you shifted in your seat told him everything that he needed to know, you were getting turned on by this. Him calling you out in front of the two of them.

“Take them off babydoll or i’ll have one of them do it for you.’’ The room fell silent and both Juyeon and Changmin's eyes seemed to be glued onto you as you slowly obeyed Sunwoos' given order. Changmin didn’t think that his face could get any redder until he watched you strip from your white button up and black skirt.

“Good girl.’’ sunwoo takes a seat on the opposite side of the table and spreads his legs, a move you knew all too well. That smirk on his face and the pride in the way he sat was an obvious indication that he was enjoying this. He had you exactly where he wanted.

“Come here sweetheart, I want you to be good for our two guests. As you take a seat on his lap his arms slip around your waist from behind, Sunwoos cold fingers brush against your bare skin as he presses you against his clothed body against yours.

“You’ll be good for them right?” His fingers squeeze your hips in a manner that forces you to stay pressed against him. You gave him a nod which made him give a swift slap across your thigh earning a soft whine.

“Use your words babydoll.”

“I’ll be good sun.”

“That’s my girl, I want you to look at them while I play with you like the pretty little doll you are.” The entire time neither Changmin nor Juyeon said a word. Truth be told neither of them knew what was happening, but the moment their eyes took in your semi naked frame and sat in Sunwoos lap it was hard to look away.

His gaze burned with pride at the fact that he had you right where he wanted and neither Juyeon nor Changmin could do a damn thing unless he allowed it. His fingers immediately met your clit, pushing past your folds and slipping them right inside you with ease.

“I want you to make sure our guests feel included, look them in the eyes and tell them who you want.” His thumb pressed against your clit as he started slowly, thrusting his fingers deep into you like he has done with you thousands of times.

The side of his lips curled into a smirk as he heard the desperate whine that spilled past your plump lips. The moment you opened your mouth to speak he forces in yet another finger, using the three to stretch you out to his liking.

“I'm sorry, what was that? speak babydoll. ” Meanwhile while you struggled with your words both Juyeon and Changmin seemed to be anxiously anticipating who’s name would spill from your pretty lips.

“Ch- Changmin.” You force yourself to breathe out between ragged breaths, the way Sunwoo continuously abuses your clit without letting up, making you squirm in your seat.

“Tell him where you want him doll.” Without hesitation he slipped in two more fingers, taking the time to stretch your walls and feel you out before he began to thrust them in and out slowly. The way you whine for him to move them faster only causes him to slow them down, he was well aware doing this would only make it harder for you to respond but he didn’t seem to care. His fingers thrust further into your cunt with every loud cry that left your mouth.

“Mm my mouth, sun please.” A chuckle spilled from Sunwoos lips at how desperate you sounded.

“Look at you whining like a desperate little doll for some nerd you’re tutoring to fuck your pretty little mouth when your boyfriends fingers are deep in your pretty little cunt.” His eyes shot to Chagmin whose eyes were glued to his fingers that were buried deep inside of you.

“Well you heard her right? You gonna give her what she wants?”

“Mm S-Sun, what about Juyeon.” Your sudden inclusion of Juyeon made his eyebrow quirk up in pure amusement.

“You want them both sweetheart? You want me to watch while they both have their way with you right doll?” He leaves a loving kiss on your neck before pulling his fingers out of you and patting your thigh.

“sit pretty up on the table for them then and let them know what you want.” Sunwoo sat back in his seat watching as you shyly took a seat up on the table.

“Don’t act all shy now baby you weren't acting shy a couple minutes ago when you were begging me to let them have their way with you.”

“I want Ju to eat me out while I take care of Minni.” He chuckles as you look away from him, a slight blush on your cheeks at having to admit it to him.

“Well then was that so hard princess? Go ahead and help them out then.”

Sunwoo watched as you moved between the two, helping them both get out of their pants while they took off your remaining clothes. Now here you were completely naked and exposed, trapped between two men that were working together to completely destroy you. Juyeons lips wrapped around your sensitive clit while Changmins Cock completely filled your mouth, swallowing up every one of your moans.

You had seemed so shy before but now that they had loosened you up you seemed to take it all so well. It seemed like a dream to you Changmins brown eyes gazing down at you through his glasses as he tugged at your hair and fucked your pretty mouth. All while Juyeon sat behind you forcing you to sit on his face and take the abuse of his tongue. For Changmin seeing you between his legs now is quite a treat, especially the way your tongue swirls around his tip and scoops up his arousal. He couldn’t believe it was real, a girl he had fantasized about multiple times struggling to take the abuse of him down her throat.

“She takes it so well doesnt she? .” Sunwoos' gaze burned into you as he watched the scene before him. You weren’t sure why he was letting this happen but at the time you were too caught up in Juyeon and Changmin to care

Changmin breathlessly mumbles out soft curses when you start to bob your head, brushing fingers through your hair and pulling the strands away from your mouth. you moan at that, squeezing his length and forcing him down your throat. You looked a complete mess, your vision clouded with tears and fucked up mascara while saliva coated your chin and plump lips. One look at you and Changmin groans upon seeing your now ruined makeup all because of the way he was abusing your throat. you’re eagerly motivated now, taking him with more consideration but your mouth’s still as hot as ever. He lets out a small moan, letting you go at your own pace no matter how much he wanted fuck your face. you run a long stripe up the bottom of his length, thumb playing with his tip while his eyes stay fixated on you taking him down your throat so well.

“You're doing so well, babydoll.” Sunwoo chuckles upon seeing the way the tears continuously formed within your eyes.

To Changmin your mouth felt like heaven. Using your hands to pump the areas you’re not able to reach, the way you hollow out your cheeks around him immediately shuts him up. You pull him out of your mouth with a plop, a string of saliva connecting him to your lips as you move in to suck just the tip. Lewd moans spew from your lips upon feeling Juyeons tongue work against your clit. You look down at him which was proven to be a mistake because it immediately made your brain go fuzzy.

Juyeon showed no mercy, not letting up for a second even as your legs trembled, slurping up the juices that drip from your clit loudly. The moment you try to jerk away from him his grip on your thighs tighten and he pushes his tongue further between your folds.

“Don’t move, Babydoll,” He groans wrapping a forearm around your thighs and just eats. He

flicks his tongue over your clit while using his fingers to stretch you out groaning at the way your cunt pulsing and gripping his digits. you’re snapped out of your daze when Changmin forces you to look back at him and shoves his cock back into your throat. Mere seconds later Juyeon gives a few slaps onto your clit as a warning to not take your eyes away from Changmin.

you give him an apologetic look before slurping your saliva off his cock. He hums while you continue the bobbing of your head and the moans that you let out around him send vibrations up his body. Changmin twitches in your mouth and his thigh tenses. All while you could feel something burning within your core begging for your release.

“Better hold it princess, if you cum before Changmin i’ll make sure you can’t do it again when i fuck you.” Sunwoo chimes in from the side making you whine.

Despite hearing that Juyeon wasn’t letting up, licking one last stripe before gathering his saliva into a ball and he spits onto your clit, sight so lewd that if you could see it you'd have cum immediately. he admires how the way it runs down your cunt and mixes with your arousal that he couldn’t help but wish for it to be his cum instead. Your eyes roll back the moment he rubs in his spit, a thumb on your bud while he continues to move his fingers and your thighs are already trembling from how he seems to know all your sweet spots in such a short period of time.

“Yn—” Changmin moans, gets breathy and choked the closer he is to his high, hips bucking up into your mouth. the drool that drips from the corners of your mouth and the sounds of your mouth being so full of his cock sends him into a frenzy.

“Remember we don’t waste babydoll.” At Sunwoos words you whine, the slurping and gawking noises getting faster before you’re taking his cock with a gasp, pumping him while your dilated eyes look up to him and him only. He pulls on your hair before you both cum together, your cum spilling out onto Juyeons lips and face all while Changmin spills all down your throat. An overload hits your tongue and the back of your throat and you nearly spit it back up but force yourself to keep it down.

Unfortunately for you, it was not over, Sunwoo immediately lifted you up from the table, taking you into his lap and spreading your thighs apart.

“Now you’re gonna take care of Juyeon while I show them i’m the only one that can fuck you like the pretty doll you are.” While your lips wrapped around Juyeons Cock Your eyes rolled back immediately as Sunwoo pushed himself inside of you until he fully bottomed out. Your tightness earned a low growl from him as he pushed so deep you could have sworn you felt him hit the top of your stomach. He watched the blissed out look on your face with every little thrust inside you.

“Look at you taking me so well, I bet you loved every bit of Juyeon and Changmin working together to destroy you babydoll.” A chuckle spilled past his lips and he immediately spread your legs wider and pulled your thighs up against your chest. Your moans were evident enough that whatever pain you felt if any had gone away. He waisted no time fucking into you, rough and feverish thrusts from the very beginning. Thrusts that caused your eyes to roll to the back of your head so hard you saw stars.

Your nails dug so deep into his thighs that you nearly drew blood. your moans sent vibrations over Juyeons cock, making him throw his head back and pull at your hair, lines of saliva dripping down your chin as each of your moans were swallowed up by him thrusting into your throat.

“Youre such a pretty little doll baby, look at you being so good for the three of us.” Sunwoo immediately leans down to place kisses on your neck, your nipple between his fingers while his other hand fondles your breasts. The pleasure had been overwhelming your bodies in ways you hadn’t thought to be possible. From the feeling of his fingers against your breasts to every time he thrusted in to you feeling like the more he fucked the deeper into your stomach his cock seemed to push.

“From now on you will make it known that you’re mine. Mine to kiss, to touch to fuck. You’re gonna tell every single guy that approaches you that you belong to someone. understand babydoll?” Your thoughts had been so cloudy that you could barely even make out anything he had been talking to you about.

“Such a pretty little whore gonna cum all over my cock after getting used like a slut other men.” He immediately rested one hand on your waist while resting the other on your stomach and pushing down. He wanted to feel just how far his cock could go inside your little frame. This action was all it took to push you over the edge, the moment he pushed down upon your stomach your legs shook and it was a glorious sight for all of them to see, to see you squirt upon the impact of his hand. As you were finally able to pry your eyes open you felt butterflies in the pit of your stomach. The sight of Changmins hands wrapped around his Cock and sweat dripping down his forehead as he watched both Juyeon and your boyfriend work tinder to ruin you.

Your legs shook violently as Sunwoos thrusts grew in speed and the low growls that spilled from his mouth made it all more easy for you to unravel right then and there, your cum spilling out onto his cock followed by Juyeons release down your throat mere seconds later. Sunwoo wasnt too far behind as the fucked out look on your face and the way you clenched around him was all he needed for him to spill into you, him and Changmin both finishing at the same time.

Capricorn moon idols give off grandpa or oldie vibes, with their dad joke humor and slow reactions at times 😭

Ex: Eunseok from Riize (Pisces sun, capricorn moon), Leehan from Boynextdoor (Libra sun, capricorn moon),

Leo sun idols being chaotic or having funny expressive reactions in variety contents

Zhanghao from ZB1 (Leo sun, Taurus moon), Mingi from Ateez (Leo sun, Cancer moon), Huening Kai from Txt (Leo sun, Scorpio moon)

Pisces mars and sagittarius mars in idols tend to be known for their dancing skills, or for being an eye-catching performer

Ex: Chaeryeong from Itzy (Gemini sun, Pisces mars) Winwin from Nct (Scorpio sun, Sag mars), Sung Hanbin from ZB1 (Gemini sun, Sag mars)

Additionally gemini sun idols tend to be either well rounded performers or also well liked by the public for their bubbly, friendly, and charming appeal and interactions

Ex: Kyujin from Nmixx (Gemini sun, Taurus moon), Yeji from Itzy (Gemini sun, Pisces moon) Yeosang from Ateez (Gemini sun, Cancer moon)

Pisces sun/moon idols tend to be good at delivering fanservice and interact with fans a lot

Ex: Wonbin from Riize (Pisces sun, Libra moon), Jake from Enhypen (Scorpio sun, Pisces moon), Haewon from Nmixx (Pisces sun, Sag moon)

You turn back to your friends with hope that someone would catch what’s happening, all in vain. Seeming too distracted by this stupid conversation they’re having, no one notices the shift in your attitude. Suddenly it feels like nothing matters anymore, you’re lonely, so lonely that you can’t even notice how one of them has been watching you, too closely, like he’s been waiting for the moment you’d finally break. You never really notice him anyways, it’s not like you were friends, he’s too annoying, too mean, never showed you a hint of kindness, even though you’ve known him for a few years. He was your friends’ friend, not yours. He was just… there.

You move through the crowd without really seeing anyone, the warmth of the room only highlighting the cold clawing at your insides. Every joke, every sip of laughter, feels like salt on a wound you can’t heal. Finally, you hear Chanhee call out to you, voice full of concern, but you barely hear him.

The cold breeze hits like a slap the second the door swings behind, the muffled bass of the party thumps faintly through the walls. The night pressing down, dark and cold, wrapping around you like a cloak. The street is quiet, and for a moment you just let yourself breathe, letting the tears slip freely, cheeks streaked with the remnants of mascara on your lashes. Everything feels too sharp, too heavy. Your heartbreak, your anger, disbelief. You can’t even think straight, nor comprehend how quickly your world has twisted.

Of course it had to happen here. Of course you had to find out in the middle of a party, where every pair of eyes felt like they were on you. And of course it was him you ran into when you thought you’d gotten far enough to breathe. He was there, outside. Not talking, not saying a word yet, just standing, watching. His expression is unreadable at first, but there’s a tension in his shoulders, a tightness in his jaw that you don’t seem to notice. 

And somehow, by just being there, he pulls you back from the edge of your own chaos, though you don’t know if it's comfort or confrontation you’re about to face.

“Didn’t think I’d catch you sneaking out like this.” His voice came sharp, too sharp, like he had been waiting to find you outside.

You couldn’t look at him, you just dug your nails into your sleeves. “Sunwoo seriously, don't start.” 

He tilted his head, smirking like always, but it cracked, just slightly at the edges. “I’m not starting anything. I’m… checking.” 

That answer made you snap towards him, eyes stinging, mouth twisting bitter. “Since when do you check on me?” 

For once, he didn’t shoot back immediately. His hands shoved deep into his pockets, shoulders tense against the glow of the street lights. “Since now, I guess.”

You scoffed, turning back towards the road, away from the heat in his eyes. “You’re unbelievable. You spend all of your time finding new ways to piss me off, and the second I can’t even hold it together you suddenly care?” Your voice broke but you pushed through it. “Don’t play hero, not with me.”

His jaw clenched hard enough you heard the grind of his teeth. “You think I'm doing this for fun?”

“I should’ve seen it coming, I should’ve known.” You can’t stop the tears anymore, they pour down, warm. “Everything I trusted, everything I thought we had, it’s all bulshit! He fucking lied to me and I only have myself to blame, and I can’t even explain how much this hurts.” Your voice breaks again, and the cold night swallows the rest.

You look back at him, trying to figure out what kind of emotion you’re perceiving in his eyes. “And here you are too. Always so damn hard on me, always hating me for everything, and–”

He swears, running a hand down his face, frustrated. He shakes his head, “Stop talking like that.” 

“Why? I thought you liked seeing me miserable.” You shot back, voice sharp, ugly with the tears you tried to hold in. He stepped closer before stopping himself, shaking head “You don’t get it.”

“Then explain it to me,” you snapped, anger bubbling up to hide the ache in your heart. “Explain why you act like you hate me until it’s convenient for you to swoop in. Why the fuck do you care right now?”

For a second, he looked like he might actually answer. His mouth opened, then closed, his tongue pressing against his cheek like the words were fighting their way out. Instead, he muttered, low, almost to himself. “Because I do.” The words don’t come clean, not fully, but they’re between anger, frustration, the care he can’t admit.

You blinked, thrown off, before shaking your head furiously “Don’t. Don’t twist this. I can’t.” Your breath hitched as tears finally spilled over, hot against the freezing air. “I can’t do this right now.” Looking up through the tears, the cold bites harder as he paces in front of you.

“I hate you.” You spit suddenly, shaking your head. “I hate everything about this night. I hate him, I hate myself for not seeing it happening, I hate you for standing here, for caring, for…”

“Good.” He snaps back. “Good, I hate it too. I hate that he got anywhere near you. I hate that you think any of this is your fault. I hate that I care enough to stand there and lose my mind over this.”

The silence after that is long, broken only by your ragged breaths, and the distant thump of the party. He’s staring, chest heaving, and for a fraction of a second, the sharpness of his hate mixes with something rawer. Something dangerous, soft and entirely unspoken.

He hands you his jacket, and you shove it at him without thinking. “Go back inside.” You mutter, still crying, still shivering. “Leave me alone.”

He doesn’t move, just stares. “Yeah… sure,” he says finally, voice tight. “Go ahead. Freeze your ass off. But I'm not going back there.”

You turn away from him, arms wrapping tighter around yourself like you were trying to hold the pieces of your heart together. Behind you, Sunwoo faintly mutters something you can’t hear over the wind, and then… silence. Just the cold night, the music, and the pounding of your own heart.

You can’t stop yourself. "I hate you,” you whisper again, the words trembling, raw. “I hate that you’re here. Fuck, i even hate that probably need you right now.”

He flinches at the last part, jaw tightening, hands clenching at his sides. “I hate you too.” He spits, voice low and harsh. “I hate you for making me do this. For standing there, broken and expecting me to… I don’t know… just do nothing?”

Tears sting your eyes, hot and relentless. “I hate you for leaving me with him. I hate that I came out there crying, and now I'm just yelling at you, and I–”

“Stop.” His voice is sudden, cutting through the chaos. “I wish I could just… fix this for you, I hate that you think that you’re the reason it happened.”

“I hate that you’re seeing me like this,” was the only thing you could say. 

“I’m sick of hearing you blame yourself. I’m sick of it. He’s the one who’s wrong. Not you. Not for crying. Not for feeling. Not for anything.” A shiver shakes you, half from the cold and half from the intensity of his presence, furious and raw. You whisper, “I hate that you’re making me feel like I'm losing my mind even more.”

He opened his mouth, trying to voice out his thoughts, but he stopped abruptly. Jaw tight, breathing uneven, because the words he wants to say would ruin everything if he allowed them to come out.

You clutch your jacket tighter around your body, shaking, salty tears running to your lips. “I hate you so much.” you mumble again, softer this time, but it cuts through deeper. “I hate you for making me feel like I can’t even breathe without hating everything.”

He freezes, a tight exhale slipping through his teeth. “Yeah…” he mutters, voice rough, close to a whisper. “Yeah, me too.”

The wind swirls around you, biting and cold, and all at once the night feels like it’s pressing in from every side. You’re both trembling, not just from the cold, and neither of you can look away, neither of you can stop saying it. The hate, the fear, the unspoken… it’s all tangled together, impossible to separate.

Shivering more from the sting in your chest than the cold, the silence stretches. Sunwoo doesn’t move for a painfully long moment, he just watches. Then, slowly, he shifts, steps closer, though he keeps a careful distance. His voice comes out low, hesitant. “I… didn’t mean to–”

You flinch at the sudden sound cutting the silence, spinning slightly, but not enough to face him. “Of course you didn’t,” you mutter. “Everything’s your fault, huh?”

“No,” he snaps too quickly, then swallows .”Not… not everything.” His hands ball into fists again at his sides. “I didn’t mean to hurt you like that.”

You let out a humorless, shaky laugh. “Hurt me? You’ve been torturing me for months.”

“I know,” he admits quietly. “I know I've been a…” He pauses, voice cracking slightly. “... a jerk. But I–” He stops again, frustrated with himself, a frustration sharpened by the cold, by your silence, by everything he’s too stubborn to say.

You squeeze your jacket tightly, shoulder trembling. “Wow, big apology. Really fixing everything.”

He swears under his breath, and then, softer, he mutters: “I’m sorry. For… for being hard on you. For not noticing sooner. For letting him–”

“...Letting him what?” He doesn’t answer. It’s not a full apology. It’s not a confession. But it’s there, he’s admitting, in his own way, that he’s been wrong. That he cares more than he wants to. That the anger and sharpness, the hate he’s been throwing at you, is tangled up with something completely different.

You swallow, heart thudding. And for a moment, the world feels like it’s shrinking to the space between the two of you. The bitter wind, the dark night, the quiet thump of music inside. But the tension softens, just a fraction, the edge of hate still there, but it now tastes like a mix of something else. Something dangerous. Something that sounds like affection.

A moment of silence appears again, but this time it’s not empty. It’s heavy with all the words that were said and the ones neither of you can say. The wind bites through your clothes, the cold stinging like every misstep you’ve ever made, and yet, somehow, standing there doesn’t feel quite as suffocating.

He shifts again, his sneakers scraping against the pavement. “I didn’t mean to… make you feel like I was hating you.” You bite your lip, “Yeah, well. It sure felt like it.”

“I know,” he says. “I was an asshole. I’m still… I don’t know, I can’t figure it out. I just… hate seeing you like this” He swallows hard. “I hate everything about him being… him being the one who–”

“Stop. Just stop. You don’t get to make this about you. Or him. I already feel pathetic.” You manage to let these words out, half angry, half sobbing, twisting your hands in the folds of your jacket.

“God, stop blaming yourself.” His voice cracks like glass. He takes a step closer, and for a moment, you feel the weight of him there. His presence, solid and infuriating, pressing into the night. “You didn’t do anything wrong, and you didn’t deserve any of this.”

You blink through tears, shaking your head. “I hate that I thought I could just trust anyone. I hate that I let him in.” Your voice cracks as he responds, “Yeah, me too. I hate that I care this much.”

You want to look at him, you want to hate him for how much he sees you, for how much he knows, for how much he cares. And yet, you can’t. So you finally turn around, hesitating. His eyes are dark, restless and somehow, soft, in a way that doesn’t fit the rest of him. He steps closer again, close enough that you can feel the heat of him despite the cold breeze. “But… It's okay to be a mess. It’s okay to cry.” He swallows hard before continuing, “It’s okay to lean on me, even if you hate it.”

You blink, chest tight, “I don’t know if I can.”

“Then don’t.” He mutters sharply, although there’s something in his eyes, something soft, almost pleading. “Just don’t push me away. Not now. Not after all this.” You look down, letting out a desperate sigh, ashamed of your tears, your anger. “I just feel miserable.”

“I know that this is embarrassing in a way, and I hate that you think you have to hide it. I hate everything about this… but I don't hate you. Not really. Not like that”

These last words hang between you, fragile, strange. You’re both so close, even if neither of you moves. The walls you’d built, the hate, the sharp edges of every argument, they’re still there, but they’re softer now. 

And then, almost without thinking, you step a fraction closer, trembling. He doesn’t move away. Neither of you speaks. You let your head drop slightly, and he hesitates, hands twitching at his sides. The world narrows to the two of you. The cold, the dark, the jagged space between space and words. And in that silence, in that moment, you realize something fragile and terrifying: maybe you don’t hate each other as much as you thought.

He exhales sharply, finally lowering his guard for a moment. “Do you… want a hug?” He asks softly, voice rough, awkward.

“...Yeah.”

In a slow, painful movement, you let him come closer. Arms wrap around you, not quite perfectly, trembling, but enough. Enough for both of you to feel it. The shared weight of everything that’s happened during this cold night. The anger, the embarrassment.

His arms tighten around you when your sobs turn into something harsher, rawer. Like you needed him to finally let go of the burden you’ve been carrying the whole night. It hits him then, how vulnerable you feel against him, how broken you are. How much he’s added to that weight. Every sharp word, every glare, every time he could’ve reached out but didn’t. It floods back in waves that choke him. He squeezes his eyes shut, swallowing down the guilt clawing its way up his throat.

“I shouldn’t have–” His voice cracks, burying his face in your hair as if hiding will make it easier to say. “God, I’ve been such an asshole to you.”

Clutching the fabric of his shirt like it’s the only thing keeping you grounded. “Don’t,” you whisper, “Don’t say that now. Please.”

He wanted to say more, he needed to, but he wasn’t strong enough. Not when you were falling apart in his own arms. He pulls back, just enough to see your tear-streaked face. His thumb almost lifts to wipe the wetness away, but he freezes, like he’s not sure if he has the right.

And then it happens. It’s not gentle, not clean. Just a slow press of lips against lips, soaked in tears and shaking hands. A kiss that’s less about desire and more about breaking. His mouth tastes like an apology, like regret, like everything he’s never said but always meant.

You kiss him back, because you’re drowning, because you need something, anything, to anchor yourself. The tears don’t stop. They smear across your skin, between your lips, making the kiss taste like grief. There’s no heat, no spark. It’s devastation dressed as closeness.

When you pull apart, breathless and ruined, he stares at your face like the sight of you might crush him. His hand lingers near your face, before he lets it fall. “I’m sorry.” He says, hoarse. The words digging a knife straight into your chest. “I shouldn’t have done that. Not when you’re like this.” Guilt tripping from every syllable escaping his soft lips.

His apology makes you feel worse. You crossed a line, you dragged him into this mess along with you. “It’s not your fault I just… I shouldn’t have–” You can’t finish, because no matter what you say, it will sound wrong.

The silence that follows is unbearable. The kiss still burns between you, like a wound that won’t close. It’s heavy, wrong and desperately right all at once. You both stand there for a moment, a quietness so thick you could choke on it. Neither of you knows what to say.

Finally, he clears his throat, low and rough. “We should get you out of the cold You’re freezing”

You laugh, but it comes out hollow, “Yeah. Like that’s what matters right now.” He doesn’t bite back this time. He just looks at you, tired, eyes rimmed red from his own held-back emotions. He shrugs off his jacket, tugging it around your shoulders without asking. The gesture is clumsy, almost too gentle compared to the harshness of this night.

Neither of you speaks as you walk back towards the dim glow of the house, your footsteps crunching over damp grass. The muffled bass of the party grows louder, voices spilling out into the night. For a second, it feels impossible. Like you’re going to step back into a world where none of this happened, where you’re supposed to laugh and pretend you didn’t just shatter outside.

He must feel it too, because when you reach the porch steps, he mutters, “You don’t have to go back in. I’ll get your things. We’ll leave.”

You don’t argue. You don’t want to face anyone, least of all the people who might mention your boyfriend’s name, his face, the reason your heart feels like it’s bleeding out. So you just nod, letting Sunwoo handle it.

Minutes later, you’re in his car, the silence heavier than the night air. You stare out the window, eyes burning, trying not to break again. He grips the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles are slowly turning white. Every few seconds, he glances at you with parted lips, like he wants to say something but swallows it back.

When he pulls up in front of your place, the reality of being alone crashes over you. The thought of stepping into your room, of lying in your bed with the echoes of tonight pressing down on you, everything just makes your chest cave in.

So your voice comes out small, scared. “Can you… stay?”

He blinks, startled, and you rush to clarify, a burning feeling in your throat. “I just don't feel like being by myself tonight”

There’s a pause, so long you regret asking. But then he nods, quietly. “Yeah. I’ll stay.”

The door shuts behind you with a soft thud, the sound almost too loud in the thick quiet that follows. The faint hum of the city outside feels far away, like the world has been sealed off. You drop your bag near the wall and hesitate in the narrow entryway, hands shaking as you pull off your shoes. He doesn’t move, shoulders hunched like he’s debating whether to leave right back out of it.

“Do you want some water?” You ask like you’re on autopilot, searching for something normal to say or do, something that makes sense.

He shakes his head. “No, thanks.” 

He follows you into your room like he’s not sure if he’s allowed, every step reluctant. Neither of you go for bed. Too personal. Instead, you just slide down against the nearest wall. The plaster feels cold at your back, his silence even colder. 

He lingers in the doorway like he doesn’t belong, shifting on his feet before finally sliding down besides you. Sitting on the floor with a careful gap, like he doesn’t want to crowd you, to pressure you.

The silence settles heavy, pressing against your chest until you want to crawl out of your skin. You don’t look at him, you keep your eyes on your knees, hands gripping the fabric of your pants so tightly your knuckles ache.

He clears his throat once, then again, like he wants to speak but can’t find the strength to pour his heart out. An awkward silence stretches until it starts to hurt. Suddenly, your breath catches, tears spilling before you can’t try to stop them. 

You try to be quiet, but the shaky sound of your breathing gives you away, the feeling of his presence breaking your heart. His head turns instantly. You swipe at your cheeks too late, muttering something under your breath, but it’s useless. 

In this moment, the sight of you was enough to break him in half. His hand flexes against his knee, hovering like he wants to reach out. “I didn’t mean to make you cry.” 

You laugh at his statement, the sound brittle. “You didn’t. I just can’t stop.”

That does it, his whole body stiffens, like he’s holding something back. And then you notice it. Just a flicker at first, his eyes red, the subtle quiver in his jaw. He’s crying. Silently. Tears falling without permission, not daring to look back at you, not daring to reach for you. 

You pause, heart thudding. A part of you wants to turn away, the other wants to reach out to him. But another part, fearful and confused, doesn’t know if you should. He’s been cruel, sharp, distant. Did he really care? Was this just misplaced anger or something else?

When you finally turn, cautiously, you see him fully: lips pressed into a small, stubborn pout, tears silently streaming down his cheeks as he stares at his hands. Vulnerable. Helpless. And somehow… honest.

For a moment you’re unsure what to feel. Shock. Confusion. The ache of your own betrayal. The pulse of something unfamiliar, hidden under years of him being mean.

He doesn’t meet your eyes. He doesn’t speak. He lets himself be seen like this, without defense, and it’s terrifying. 

You reach out, unsure. Your hands brush against his arm, then move around him, pulling him closer into an unsteady hug. He presses into you, weight and heat and all the pent-up tension collapsing against your chest. Holding him tighter, you’re unsure if you should be comforting or if you should pull away. You can feel the heat of his tears seeping through your clothes, and it hits you with a strange sharpness, the one that tells you that he’s always been hiding all of this.

Unexpectedly, a quiet, broken voice escapes him. Hesitant, almost fearful. “I don’t know how to be like this. How to care without making it worse.”

“You...care?” The word feels heavy on your tongue.

He doesn’t answer right away, like the words might break him if he says them. When he lifts his head slightly, he says in a whisper, almost ashamed, “I think I always have. And I hated it. I hated myself for feeling it, for the way it made me act. I just didn’t know how to show it properly. So I tried to push you away.”

Something shifts inside you. All the times he was cruel, sharp, distant. It starts to make sense. No excuses, no justifications. Just a reason. A terrible, messy, human reason.

“I thought you hated me, and I hated you too for that.”

“I hated that I loved you, how it made me feel every time I was near you. It wasn’t true hatred, just… everything I've never known how to say.”

The weight of his confession settles in your chest. It’s messy. Confusing. A betrayal of your expectations.

The room is quiet but alive with the sound of his silent sobs and your shallow breaths. You hold him anyway, because somehow it feels necessary. Because maybe, in this strange, chaotic moment, holding him is the only way to acknowledge that you’re both broken. And maybe, just maybe, beginning to heal together.

Eventually, your tears taper off, leaving streaks on both your cheeks. You pull back slightly, still holding him, and notice the tension in his shoulder easing just a little. For the first time today, it feels like you both are breathing without drowning.

“I’m sorry for making this about me.” His thumb drags lightly over your arm. “I wanted to be there for you. That was the whole point. I just don’t know how to do this without… losing control”

You shake your head softly, brushing a hand on his damp hair. “You didn’t make it worse. Not really. And it’s okay, you’re human. I guess I tend to forget that sometimes.”

You both settle in silence again, leaning against each other like the burden of tonight has finally decided to rest. Minutes seem like hours, with only the faint sound of your own steadying breaths. The room feels warmer, the ache in your chest a little lighter.

After a long time, he whispers, “I don’t want you to be alone tonight.”

You swallow, nodding into his shoulder. “Then don’t go.”

And he doesn’t.

Time blurs after that. You don’t move to the bed right away, you sit there until your bodies ache from the floor, until exhaustion weighs heavier than grief. When you finally drag yourself up, he follows without hesitation.

You don’t talk about where he’ll sleep. There’s no pretending, no awkward negotiation. You just climb onto the bed, pulling the blanket up, careful to keep a little space between the both of you. It should feel strange. It doesn’t. 

He sits on one side of the bed, hands in his lap, eyes flicking to yours but never holding contact for too long. You try to close your eyes, but your brain won’t stop. You lie there in silence, staring at the ceiling, mind spinning with images of your cheating ‘boyfriend’, of the betrayal that crushed you and the dread of facing tomorrow. You don’t want to bother him. Don’t want to say anything wrong or pull him back into your chaos. So you stay still, quiet, pretending you’re fine even though every nerve in your body is screaming for connection.

But the stillness, the mere proximity of him, becomes unbearable. Your chest tightens. You need it, the closeness. The warmth. The brush of someone who actually sees you right now, without judgment, without anger. But you don’t know how to ask. How to reach it without messing up the fragile peace you’ve built.

Slowly, tentatively, you inch closer, careful not to intrude. The movement is shy, awkward, a question more than a statement. He notices immediately. The corner of his mouth twitches, his shoulders shift, and almost instinctively, he leans in too. The space between you shrinks, until there’s nothing but a thin layer of air and shared heat.

For a long moment, you just look at each other, trying to read the world in each other’s eyes. The exhaustion, the grief, the unspoken confessions, the hidden feelings. They’re all there, unmasked.

His hand twitches, fingers brushing over his own pants, testing the courage to reach for more. Slow, trembling, he lifts a hand, fingertips ghosting across your cheek. The touch is feather-light, deliberate, yearning, like he’s been holding it back for too long. His thumb traces a line down, brushing the corner of your jaw, then pauses, hovering in question.

You close your eyes at the contact, letting yourself be a little selfish in your need for warmth and comfort. Relief, warmth, the ache of longing, all wrapped up in one small gesture. And without thinking, without permission even, you lean a little more into him, the smallest whisper of a sigh escaping your lips.

He mirrors you, tilting his head, pressing closer. The brush of his fingers against your skin, the heat of his body so near, erase some of the sharp edges of the night, just a little. It’s tender, but also messy, like neither of you really knows the rules for this, how to ask, how to receive.

Neither of you speaks. Words feel impossible, inadequate for the tangled mess of sadness, anger, longing and relief swirling between you. His hands moves again, brushing strands of hair back from your temple, fingers lingering at the nape of your neck. The contact sends a shiver down your spine. You hesitate, unsure if you’re allowed to crave this closeness, unsure if it’s fair to let him see how much you need him when you’re still raw from betrayal.

He must feel it too, you catch his gaze, glassy and vulnerable, realizing he’s been carrying this need, this longing, for as long as you’ve known him. The faintest quiver of his lips betray his own uncertainty, and suddenly, the mask of cruelty that has cloaked him seems almost laughable in the face of his quiet, desperate need.

“Can I..?” His voice is a whisper, uncertain. His eyes don’t leave yours, seeking, asking permission he doesn’t have the words to frame properly.

You nod, voice catching in a breathless sigh. “Yes.”

It’s not a romantic “yes,” not yet. It’s just permission to be human, to need, to lean, to touch without pretense. Slowly, almost painfully, he moves closer until your bodies are pressed together. Your arms wrap around him, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. He presses back, a low, almost inaudible hum vibrating against your chest.

You feel his heart beating, strong and irregular, mirroring your own. You stay like his, letting the quiet stretch between you like a fragile thread neither of you wants to snap. Then, he tilts his head, brushing his lips against the corner of yours. Not a kiss that speaks love, but a soft whisper of intimacy. His fingers tighten slightly at the nape of your neck, anchoring you, as you close your eyes, clutching his shirt. 

The kiss fades as quietly as it started. The quiet acknowledgement in his grip says everything: he’s there, he’s holding you, and right now, that’s enough. You allow yourself to rest. Even if it’s just a little, clinging to him like it’s the only lifeline you have.