Sooo ☝ anyone interested in this version of Sunoo? I have an idea I was working on, and I don’t know if I’ll finish it or not.
It’s about Sunoo who’s been absolutely down bad in love with his older sister’s best friend since he was young. He kept trying to get her attention until he finally became her boyfriend. And then, when he moves for college he ends up staying with her temporarily until he finds a decent place since he doesn’t know the city well 😶Eventually they become a couple, with Sunoo being the spoiled one as always stubborn, a brat, and completely addicted to her attention.
Until one time, she has an important work meeting somewhere outside and he begs her to take him along because he’s been stuck at home for days studying for midterms and going crazy. Since he kept nagging, she agrees and takes him and what happens? He embarrasses her right in front of her coworkers, making her run after him to apologize for him over some dumb reason. And after that, she gives him the coldest treatment ever and the silent treatment to teach him a lesson and make him realize his mistake for once.
In short words, brat Sunoo fucked up so he got punished ☝️🥀
Hints? Sure : smut, punishment, safeword, tied up, age gap (use of noona), brat X brat tamer/ enable, overstimulation..and more! ✍️👀
So let me know! If you want me to finish it and post it!
In which : Sunoo has never been told no. But when he embarrassed Y/n in front of her coworkers and storms off like a spoiled child, she decided it's time he learns what consequences feel like. He wanted her attention, he got it. Now he just has to survive it!
Warnings : nsfw, mdni, smut, explicit content, punishment kink undertones, power dynamics, emotional vulnerability, breif toxic behavior, age gap '5 years/ younger sunoo', use of 'noona' a lot..like A LOT, strict girlfriend x spoiled boyfriend, angst, sunoo college student, Sunghoon and Jungwon as his friends.
My note : okay, this is long, like 'I should've broken it into parts' long , but I didn't ☝️ edited as much as I could and if there's still mistakes? Look the other way I beg 🙏🥀 and please comment so my effort feels real🫵 💔
Words count : 13.9k
Kim Sunoo was incredibly spoiled. His biggest problem was that he never realized when he was wrong. Being the youngest child and the only boy in the family had turned him into a brat whenever he didn't get what he wanted. It usually worked with his mother and sisters. One pout and a little sulking were enough to get him anything he asked for.
That was exactly how he ended up attending a university in another city, far away from home. Why? Because that was where Y/N lived and worked. His first love, It had started when he was around ten years old. Small, chubby, adorable, and just a little evil. He knew nobody could ever say no to him.
Whenever his older sisters had sleepovers or pajama parties, he would squeeze himself between them and their friends. He always insisted on coming along, claiming he was the man of the house and needed to protect them. In reality, he only wanted the ice cream, fast food, shopping trips, and attention, nobody ever complained though.
Neither his sisters nor their friends minded having him around. Everyone loved the adorable little boy he was. The only people who ever saw his mischievous side were those he felt completely comfortable with.That was how he met her, his favorite noona.
Y/N was different from his sisters. She was calmer, stricter, and far less likely to fall for his tricks. Whenever they stopped for coffee, he would pout and beg for a sip despite being far too young for it. His sisters would immediately soften and offer him some, Y/N never did. Instead, she would take the cup away and tell him, "No coffee for you, kid. You need juice and milk."
No matter how hard he tried to charm her, it never worked. As a result, he always frowned whenever she visited. Still, she never kicked him out of his sisters' room. She simply ignored him and continued talking with them, assuming he was too young to care about whatever they were discussing.
She was wrong, he listened to everything. By the time he turned fifteen, things changed, he had gotten taller, louder, and much more opinionated. Suddenly, he had something to say about every topic, acting as if he knew better than everyone else. Whenever the girls got ready for a night out, he would beg to do their hair, fully aware that clubs were off-limits for him, that was one rule even his sisters never bent.
He was still a minor, at sixteen, Y/N stopped visiting as often. Her university was in another city, and she was entering her second year. She needed to focus on her studies and maintain good grades. His oldest sister visited her occasionally on weekends, but Sunoo had reached an age where tagging along wasn't acceptable anymore. He had his own friends, his own life, and his own responsibilities.
Yet no matter what he did, he couldn't get Y/N out of his mind. So he followed her everywhere he could, Instagram, Twitter evenTikTok. He kept an eye on everything she posted, making sure she didn't suddenly appear with a boyfriend. Because as far as Sunoo was concerned, he was going to be her boyfriend the moment he turned eighteen, she wouldn't have any excuses then.
A five-year age gap wasn't enough to stop him.Whether she saw him that way or not didn't matter. When the time came, he would find a way to make her see him and that was exactly what he did on his eighteenth birthday. Of course, he invited Y/N to the party, in fact, he practically begged her through her DMs, reminding her that she had watched him grow up and should be there to see him officially become an adult.
Luckily for him, it happened during her summer break so she came, she brought him a gift, she smiled while watching him blow out the candles on his birthday cake. Everything seemed completely normal , until it wasn't. As the night went on, the guests slowly began leaving. The house grew quieter, and eventually only close family and a few friends remained.
That was when Sunoo texted her, he asked her to come to his room so he could open her gift with her there , even though she was exhausted and honestly didn't feel like moving, she agreed anyway. The moment she stepped inside, the door shut behind her so she turned around in confusion.
Sunoo was standing there, he locked the door then took a step closer. "Why did you lock it?" she asked, another step "What is this?" another, the lazy look in her eyes quickly disappeared as she stared up at him. When had he gotten so tall? He was around 174 centimeters now meanwhile she was only 164.
"What is it, Sunoo? Hurry up. I want to sl—" The rest of her sentence never came out because his lips crashed against hers. For a second, she froze completely , fully awake. The kiss was brief and clumsy , definitely not his first attempt at kissing someone. He had spent far too much time accepting advice from his friends, especially the girls.
Still, he wasn't nearly as confident as he had imagined, amoment later, she shoved him away. Her hand flew upward, ready to slap him. Sunoo immediately flinched and turned his face aside but the slap never came, when nothing happened he slowly looked back at her. Y/N was staring at him with wide eyes and heavy breathing.
"What was that, Kim Sunoo?" she demanded "Did you drink?" She genuinely thought he had, after all, it was his eighteenth birthday ,maybe he had tried alcohol for the first time and lost his mind. "N-No!" he said immediately "I swear I didn't!" His heart pounded violently in his chest "I just.. I want you, noona."
Her expression froze "As my girlfriend." Silence "It's legal now." The words came out so quickly that even he almost stumbled over them. Y/N could only stare, she knew, everyone knew. Sunoo had spent years shamelessly declaring that he was going to marry her someday. But nobody had ever taken it seriously, not even her, now she realized he had meant every single word.
"You know that's not going to happen, Sunoo," she said "Why would you do that? And where did you even learn how to kiss to begin with?" For the first time, she was forced to acknowledge a fact she had ignored for years..Sunoo wasn't a child anymore, and teenage boys learned things much earlier than most people liked to admit.
"Why not?" he asked immediately, his voice cracked slightly "It's legal!" He stepped forward "I'm not a kid anymore." Another step "And the most important thing is I love you!" Y/N ran a frustrated hand through her hair "Oh my God Sunoo.." She looked away for a second before speaking again "Do your sisters even know about this?"
Sunoo shrugged, he didn't care whether they took him seriously or not, what mattered was her..Only her. Before she could continue rejecting him, he moved forward and wrapped his arms around her waist, his face buried itself against her neck "Please, noona." His voice came out muffled. "Let me be your man."
His grip tightened "I'll be perfec- I am perfect! And I've loved you forever." He pressed even closer "Please." Y/N closed her eyes "Sunoo, stop it. You're just- " "No!" The answer came immediately "No, I'm not!" His voice shook "I know exactly what I'm saying!" He held her tighter "And I know exactly what I'm doing." His breathing became uneven "This isn't something that started a few days ago.it's been years!." His fingers curled into the fabric of her shirt and is voice dropped to a whisper "Please, noona?"
Before she could respond, he buried his face deeper into her neck, that was when she felt it, his tears. Warm against her skinand his shoulders trembled breathing broke apart into quiet sobs. For the first time in her life, Y/N felt herself wavering. For the first time, his pleading actually reached her.
For years she had been the one person capable of saying no when nobody else could now she wasn't so sure. Maybe she could talk to him later, maybe when he calmed down but not now, not while he was crying against her. Slowly, she lifted her arms and wrapped them around him.
Sunoo immediately relaxed into the embrace, she rubbed his back gently listened to his muffled cries. Felt his tears soak into her shoulder and listened to the frantic rhythm of his heart beating against her chest.
------୨ৎ--------
The next day, Y/N tried to talk to him about what had happened but Sunoo refused. Every time she brought it up, he found an excuse to leave. If she cornered him, he suddenly remembered something important he had to do. If she insisted, he simply disappeared.
It was frustrating.
When the time came for her to return to her university dorm in the other city, he accompanied his sisters to the train station to see her off. Y/N couldn't help feeling confused because usually, Sunoo would cling to her until the very last second. He would pout, complain, and ask her to stay longer if possible. This time, he simply smiled and waved goodbye.
As if everything was normal as if he hadn't confessed his feelings and cried in her arms only days ago. What she didn't know was that he already had a plan. He was going to follow her so over the following weeks, Sunoo continued texting her every single day. Good morning texts, good night texts, random pictures throughout the day, updates about what he was doing, photos of food, photos of himself and sometimes gifts arrived at her dorm unexpectedly.
It was as if he had already decided they were dating. Y/N didn't know how to stop him but she couldn't encourage him either, because something was happening to her, something she didn't want to acknowledge. Every morning, she found herself checking her phone for his messages before anything else.
Whenever he sent pictures, she stared at them longer than she should, she accepted every gift he sent, every text, every call, every excuse to keep talking.Yet she never gave him anything that could be considered a real answer, she kept telling herself the same things. He's going through a phase, he'll eventually move on.
Once he starts university, he'll meet people his own age, he'll find someone else. His sisters would probably be furious if they knew what happened that night. And no matter what, she couldn't see him that way. Could she? he was five years younger than her. That should have been enough, shouldn't it?
Then one morning, everything changed, she woke up to a text from her best friend, Sunoo's oldest sister. At first, the message seemed harmless, then she read it again, and again, and again! The words refused to sink in. "Can Sunoo stay with you for a few days until he finds a place?" Y/N sat upright in bed and her stomach dropped.
The message continued, Sunoo had been accepted into a university only twenty minutes away from her apartment, he would be arriving in a few days. And he needed somewhere temporary to stay, that was when his words finally came back to her.
I'll see you soon.
She had assumed he meant a visit, a vacation maybe a weekend trip. Not this, not moving to the same city, not living under her roof. Of course, she couldn't refuse because his sister was her best friend. For years, Y/N had practically lived at their house whenever she wanted, she had eaten their food, stayed overnight countless times, and been treated like family.
How could she possibly say no now? under normal circumstances, she wouldn't have minded at all, but these weren't normal circumstances anymore. She knew exactly how Sunoo felt and knowing him, there was no way this entire situation was a coincidence. He had planned this, every bit of it. Which meant she had three days to prepare herself for the storm that was coming.
Three days that was all, she cleaned the guest room, bought fresh groceries, restocked things she thought he might need. Without even realizing it, she found herself choosing foods he used to love when he was younger. Maybe his tastes had changed and maybe not. Either way, she bought them.
Three days later, a text appeared on her phone "I'm at the station." Another one followed immediately "Come save me :( I have no idea where I am! " Y/N sighed, of course he didn't. The city was still unfamiliar to him, so she grabbed her keys and drove to the train station. When she arrived, she parked outside and waited beside her car while scrolling through her phone.
She never saw him coming, one moment she was reading a message, the next strong arms wrapped around her waist. Before she could react, she was lifted completely off the ground and a familiar laugh sounded beside her ear "I missed you so much, noona!" Y/N nearly lost her balance when he finally set her down.
"Sunoo!" He only grinned, the same bright grin he had worn since childhood, except now he wasn't a child anymore. And from that day onward, he acted exactly like she had already accepted his confession and said it back. He followed her around her apartment, sat beside her whenever she watched TV, waited for her after classes, texted her even when they were in different rooms.
The only thing he never attempted again was kissing her..that single kiss from his birthday remained the last one. Not because he didn't want another but because he had made a decision. This time, Y/N would be the one to kiss him first, he would make her fall for him, make her admit it, make her say it, then he would get the kiss he really wanted.
୨ৎ
Weeks passed..
Then more weeks, a whole month of living together and somehow, despite constantly claiming he would find another place, he never did. Every weekend, he dragged her somewhere, a café, a restaurant, a movie, a random walk through the city. His excuse was always the same "I don't know anyone here yet." It was ridiculous and they both knew it.
Sunoo was the most extroverted person she had ever met, making friends was practically his special talent. If anything, he probably knew more people than she did by now. Still, she continued going with him, every single time, and little by little, the line she had spent years protecting became harder to see.
After a month of living together, and nearly four months after his confession and that lead to the first kiss, Y/N finally realized she was losing the battle. Sunoo, unfortunately, knew it too. The turning point came on a random Thursday night when she received a call from the police station.
At first, she thought something terrible had happened, then she heard Sunoo's voice , annoyed, offended and somehow still dramatic. By the time she arrived, she learned that Sunoo had gotten into a fight with a drunk man outside a bar. Apparently, the man had mistaken him for being gay.
Not that Sunoo cared about that part. What truly offended him was the fact that the man had tried to force a kiss on him, as far as Sunoo was disgusted, the entire situation was ridiculous. Why would he want anyone else when Y/N existed? The logic made perfect sense in his head.
But the drunk man hadn't appreciated being rejected. He was bigger and taller than Sunoo, the kind of man built like a refrigerator. Unfortunately for him, Sunoo wasn't willing to stand there and tolerate it. One kick to the balls had started everything.
The fight that followed involved Sunoo and two of his new university friends, Sunghoon and Jungwon. According to the police report, the three of them had turned what should have been a simple argument into complete chaos.
Y/N wasn't surprised, not even a little. After paying a fine and dealing with several irritated officers, she finally managed to get all three boys released.The ride back was painfully quiet, Sunoo sat in the front seat beside her, Sunghoon and Jungwon sat in the back. Every few minutes, they exchanged looks before trying and failing to hide their grins.
Y/N wasn't in the mood for whatever joke they were silently sharing. When they finally dropped the other two off at their shared dorm, Sunoo immediately headed toward his room the moment they reached the apartment. He almost made it, almost.
"Sunoo." He stopped "We need to talk." his shoulders visibly dropped, of course they did. A few minutes later, he found himself sitting on the couch while Y/N stood in front of him with her arms crossed, the lecture began immediately.
She told him he needed to focus on university, that he should stop wasting time getting into fights, that he needed to be more responsible, that he should stay away from bad influences. Sunoo listened quietly at first then frowned, then he got genuinely annoyed.
"If those 'bad influences' weren't there," he interrupted "that ugly thing would've seriously hurt me!" Y/N sighed "That's not what I'm saying." "Then what are you saying?" "I'm saying you need to take care of yourself." Her voice softened slightly "You're not a child anymore, Sunoo."
The irony of those words almost made him laugh, for years, all he had wanted was for her to stop seeing him as a child, now she was saying exactly that. Yet somehow it still wasn't enough "You're a grown man now," she continued "You need to think before acting." his jaw tightened "And you need to stay out of trouble."
Her eyes met his "Your family trusted me to look after you." Something about that sentence hurt, more than it should have, because suddenly he wasn't hearing concern..he was hearing obligation, duty, not affection, not love.. Just responsibility.
His eyes burned as he bit the inside of his cheek to stop himself from crying "I am a man." Y/N blinked "What?" "I said I'm a man!" His voice cracked slightly "That's exactly why I fought back..". He stood from the couch now slightly taller than her "What was I supposed to do? Let him hit me?" His breathing grew heavier "Let him assault me?"
"What? No!" Y/N immediately replied "Of course not." "Then why are you mad at me?" The question hit harder than she expected, Sunoo looked genuinely hurt. "And my friends aren't bad people just so you know.." His eyes were red now "They literally saved me!" "Sunoo..." "What?" "I'm not saying they're bad." "Then what are you saying?" Y/N rubbed her forehead because it start to ache "I'm saying I don't want you getting hurt sunoo!"
The apartment fell silent, for a moment, neither of them spoke. Then Sunoo asked the one question she wasn't prepared for "Do you even care about me, noona?" The words came out much quieter than before, almost vulnerable and she froze. Sunoo looked away, maybe she only tolerated him because of his sisters, maybe she was letting him stay because of his family , maybe she was being patient because she felt obligated..The thought had been eating at him for weeks, now he needed an answer.
"Why would you ask that?" she said softly "Because I want to know.." His voice barely rose above a whisper, Y/N stared at him then shook her head. "Of course I care about you." Her answer came immediately "That's why we're having this conversation!" She stepped closer. "I worry about you.." Another step "I want you to be safe."
Sunoo swallowed hard then slowly straightened his shoulders. His expression changed, he hurt remained but something else appeared beneath it, hope? "So you love me?" Y/N's breath caught "Sunoo..." "No." He shook his head "Answer me noona.." His eyes locked onto hers "Do you love me? not as Sunoo." His voice dropped lower n deeper "As a man..?" Her lips parted but no words came out, and that silence was answer enough, at least for him.
Sunoo nodded slowly , the hope disappeared. "I got it." His voice sounded strangely calm, too calm "I'll move out this week." Y/N's heart dropped, when did he decide that? "What?" He turned away "You don't have to take care of me anymore, I'm not a kid." His hand tightened into a fist "But thank you for everything.." A small smile appeared, the kind that hurt to look at. "Noona."
Then he started walking toward his room, but suddenly stopped, Y/N had grabbed his wrist. The moment he turned around, she stepped in front of him, Sunoo immediately looked away. He knew himself, one look at her face and he might start begging again.
Begging for another chance, begging for her to finally see him, for her to understand he wasn't that spoiled little boy anymore,perhaps! He was trying so hard to stay strong, trying not to cry, trying not to hope. Then Y/N reached up and placed a hand beneath his chin..slowly, she guided his face back toward her. Sunoo's breath caught for a moment, neither of them moved, then her hand slid to the back of his neck and pulled him down.
The kiss lasted only a few seconds, yet it shattered every doubt he had carried for years. When she finally pulled away, Sunoo could only stare at her with glossy eyes, completely speechless. His lips parted but no sound came out. His brain had stopped functioning and Y/N almost laughed at the expression on his face.. Almost.
Instead, she gently pushed his shoulder "How can you tell me to stop caring about you..." Her voice softened "...when you still call me noona?" Sunoo blinked, once, twice, still speechless. Y/N shook her head as asmall smile finally appearing "I thought you knew by now." She stepped closer
"I'm keeping you here because I want to, not because of anyone else."
Her eyes met his. "Not even your sisters." Sunoo opened his mouth but said nothing, absolutely nothing. For the first time in years, Kim Sunoo had no words and Y/N found that strangely adorable.
୨ৎ
It had been months now, almost a whole year since Sunoo moved in with Y/N. For the past week, he had been studying nonstop for his upcoming midterm exams. The pressure was getting to him because he needed an A+, no matter what. Not only for himself, but to prove to Y/N that he was responsible and capable of taking care of his future by himself.
It was Saturday, his day off, yet he had been sitting at his desk since seven in the morning. Around nine, he heard movement coming from the living room, immediately, he got up. Saying good morning to Y/N had become part of his daily routine. But the moment he stepped out of his room he froze, she was dressed up, her hair was done, her makeup was flawless, and she was wearing a dress.
Sunoo instantly became suspicious "Where are you going?" he asked, Y/N barely looked up from her bag. "Good morning to you too? I have an emergency meeting." "On a weekend?" She sighed "Unfortunately, one of my coworkers called an hour ago. We need to discuss something before Monday."
Sunoo frowned, It was her day off, no their day off. She was supposed to rest or better yet, spend time with him. He was about to start arguing when another idea appeared in his mind. "What if I come with you?" Y/N looked at him "You'll be bored." "I won't." "You have exams sunoo.." "I've been studying all week!"
She narrowed her eyes and he pouted, a second later, he leaned down and pressed a quick kiss against her cheek. That was enough, it always was for months. Y/N rolled her eyes "Fine." Sunoo grinned, neither of them knew how badly this would end.
The restaurant was already busy when they arrived, after greeting everyone, the meeting started immediately. Sunoo sat beside Y/N with his textbooks and iPad open in front of him, at least that was the plan. Instead of studying, he spent most of his time observing the people around the table.
There were three men over 25 for sure, one younger woman and Y/N. Something about that irritated him immediately. The longer he watched, the more annoyed he became, everyone listened when Y/N spoke. They nodded, agreed, asked for her opinion, smiled whenever she talked and worst of all..She smiled back.
Her professional voice was calm and confident, soft but firm. Completely different from the way she spoke to him at home. It took him less than thirty minutes to realize she was leading the entire discussion.
Three hours passed..
Three whole hours and she barely looked at him, at some point, Sunoo left to order another bowl of ice cream. When he returned, he froze. One of the men was holding Y/N's hand, atissue in his other hand. Everyone around the table was laughing and Sunoo immediately walked over.
"What happened?" His voice came out too quiet, nobody heard him, not a single person. He stood there awkwardly while they continued talking. Eventually, he figured out that someone had accidentally spilled coffee and afew drops had landed on Y/N's hand, so one of her coworkers had rushed to help clean it.
Completely innocent, completely harmless and yet Sunoo hated it. He sat down, tried to focus but failed. Five minutes later, he reached beneath the table and grabbed Y/N's hand. She looked at him immediately "What?" "I want to go home." "Then go." His eyebrows shot up "Alone?" "I'll be done in a few minutes."
A few minutes, that wasn't what he wanted, he wanted her attention, not her coworkers. His mood darkened , without realizing it, he began glaring at everyone around the table with his foxy eyes. The tension became so obvious that one of the men finally cleared his throat "Is something wrong?"
Sunoo smiled, not a nice smile at all. "My only problem is that you're keeping my girlfriend busy on her day off." The table went silent..Y/N immediately felt heat rush to her face "Sunoo!" The warning in her voice was clear.. Stop, but he ignored it "Seriously?" Y/N stared at him "Stop being childish!"
The moment those words left her mouth, something snapped inside him. He pushed his chair back and stood "Have fun then." His voice trembled "I already know I'm not your priority!" The table fell completely silent. Before anyone could respond, Sunoo turned and walked away, Y/N immediately stood up.
"Sunoo!" He didn't stop, she quickly apologized to her coworkers. Thankfully, they told her not to worry about it and the meeting was nearly finished anyway, so she grabbed her bag and hurried after him. Even in heels, she practically ran. Sunoo ignored every call of his name, the entire ride home was silent, tantrums weren't new.
Sunoo had always been dramatic, but causing a scene in front of other people? That was new. By the time they reached the apartment, Y/N's patience was hanging by a thread and Sunoo stormed straight to his room. He was halfway through slamming the door when Y/N caught it.
"Seriously, Sunoo?" He dropped into the chair behind his desk, his back facing her, arms crossed tightly over his chest. Looking at the wall like it offended him "Don't 'seriously' me!" His voice shook, Y/N stared at him for a moment then sighed. "Okay." Silence.. "Okay, Kim Sunoo."
Without another word, she stepped out and closed the door behind her, Sunoo's jaw dropped. That wasn't how this was supposed to go, Y/N walked into the kitchen. She hadn't done anything wrong, meeting coworkers wasn't a crime neither was working. Sunoo spent time with his friends all the time, and she never complained.
Of course her attention had been on work during the meeting, that was the whole reason she was there. And honestly? she was tired, tired of explaining everything, tired of losing every argument because he pouted. At some point, he needed to grow up, so she made herself a cup of coffee and left him alone.
Sunoo groaned loudly from his room, hearing the door close behind her only made him more irritated. He knew he was being dramatic, he knew he was acting like a brat, the worst part was that he knew exactly why.. Jealousy, pure jealousy and he hated it.
Hours passed, five, to be exact. Y/N sat at the dining table with her laptop open, finishing work and reviewing notes from the meeting, she even start on some of the next week documents. Eventually, Sunoo's bedroom door opened, slowly, carefully, like a guilty rabbit peeking out of its burrow. He was still wearing the same clothes, his hair was messy from spending the entire day rolling around in bed.
He shuffled toward the dining table before stopping halfway..Y/N was still working. His shoulders slumped. Earlier, he had texted his friends and every single one of them had sided with Y/N. According to them, he was completely wrong, they reminded him that he had chosen to come, he knew it was a work meeting, nobody had forced him. And most importantly, he owed her an apology.
Sunoo hated hearing that, unfortunately, they were right "...Noona!" His voice was tiny "My stomach hurts~" A complete lie, nothing hurt, but usually when he complained about his stomach, Y/N worried immediately,it always get irritated randomly.Not this time though "You know which medicine to take."
She didn't even look up..Sunoo blinked, that wasn't supposed to happen, he shuffled closer. "Noona, I'm really sick!~" Still nothing, he placed a dramatic hand over his stomach "You don't even care if I die?" Silence "...You choose everyone over me." This time Y/N finally sighed tiredly and stood up, walked into the kitchen and returned with a glass of water and a pill.
Then she placed them in front of him before returning to her laptop. Sunoo stared, defeated, he knew she didn't believe him because she knew him too well. "Don't want it." He pushed the medicine away "It gets stuck in my throat I don't like it!" Like a stubborn toddler refusing vegetables, Y/N didn't even glance up. "Then go back to your room and stop bothering me." That hurt far more than he expected.
୨ৎ
At some point, Y/N had ended up resting her head beside the laptop. She had only wanted to close her eyes for a minute.Instead, she fell asleep. The migraine pounding behind her eyes hadn't eased at all. Her stomach hurt too after spending the entire day surviving on that breakfast and only coffee without eating anything else.
When Sunoo finally left his room again, his eyes immediately landed on her sleeping figure and he stopped. The irritation he had been carrying around all day disappeared almost instantly. Y/N was slumped over the dining table, her laptop still open in front of her. For a moment, he simply stood there watching, then his brows slowly furrowed, she looked exhausted.
Carefully, he stepped closer and lifted the laptop away before she could end up sleeping on top of it. The movement gave him a clearer view of her face and his stomach twisted, she looked pale. Tiny beads of sweat clung to her forehead, even in her sleep, she looked uncomfortable. Sunoo lowered his eyes, the guilt hit him harder than before.
While he had spent hours sulking in his room, whining at his friends, she had been sitting here working nonstop. She hadn't eaten, barely rested, and he had only made her day worse. He shook his head and muttered a curse under his breath before gently touching her shoulder. "Noona.." No response, he tried again "Noona, wake up~" A small groan escaped her lips and Sunoo's chest tightened.
"Come on, noona." his voice softened "Open your eyes for me." Slowly, Y/N stirred awake. The moment she opened her eyes, she immediately squeezed the sides of her head, the pain was still lingering there but better. When her gaze finally landed on Sunoo, she let out a tired sigh and looked away. She wasn't about to forget everything that happened earlier just because she felt tired.
Sunoo noticed immediately, the guilt only grew. As Y/N blinked a few times, she suddenly frowned "Where's my laptop?" "I closed it." Sunoo pointed toward the other side of the table where it sat safely shut. "You were about to sleep on top of it." His voice had become unusually small "You've been asleep."
His eyes lingered on her face "And you're sweating." Another pause "You look really pale.." He crouched down beside her chair, for a moment, he reached out as if he wanted to touch her then stopped halfway, unsure. "Noona..." His voice cracked slightly. "Did you even eat?" Y/N simply stared at him "You look awful."
His lower lip trembled, not because he wanted sympathy, not because he was acting. This time he genuinely felt bad "I'm sorry I was mean earlier." His eyes dropped to the floor. "But please don't make me feel worse by getting yourself sick." Y/N sighed "What do you think, Sunoo?" The question alone made him wince then she tilted her head slightly "Didn't you tell me not to 'seriously' you?"
Sunoo immediately looked ashamed, his gaze dropped to the floor, he couldn't even defend himself..Not this time. "...I'm sorry, noona." Y/N crossed her arms. "For which part?" That question completely caught him off guard and Sunoo fidgeted, his fingers gripped the fabric of his pants nervously, the tips of his ears turned pink.
"For being a childish.." His voice was barely above a whisper "And for annoying you when you were just working and.. being mean afterward." Y/N remained silent, waiting. Sunoo swallowed then continued. "And for making things harder when you were already stressed." He peeked up at her through his lashes long. The fact that he was actually listing his mistakes was almost unbelievable. Usually, admitting one fault was already difficult enough.
Suddenly, he leaned forward and wrapped his arms around her waist. His face buried itself against her stomach, still clingy, even while apologizing "I just don't like sharing you, noona." His voice sounded muffled. "But I know I have to be better." His grip tightened slightly "Please stop looking this tired."
Y/N froze, part of her wanted to wrap her arms around him immediately, the other part reminded her that he still needed to learn his lesson. Sunoo felt the hesitation and immediately his heart clenched. He let out a soft whine before looking up at her with those ridiculous puppy eyes, then buried his face against her again.
Silently begging, trying to melt her resolve, to convince her to forgive him. But Y/N didn't move, not this time. One hug wasn't enough not after the scene he had caused, not after embarrassing her in front of everyone, after pushing her away when she tried talking to him. Sunoo slowly realized that his usual tricks weren't working. A pout wasn't fixing this, neither were puppy eyes.
With a small sigh, he loosened his hold and leaned back enough to look up at her properly.There was something almost desperate in his gaze now "Noona..." His voice softened "How do I make it up to you?" Y/N stared at him for a moment, then simply answered, "I don't know, you tell me."
Sunoo bit his lip, thinking. Normally, a few sad looks would have been enough, not today. His mind raced until an idea appeared. Embarrassing, but worth trying. "Can I hug you properly?" And by that, he meant lying his head on her chest. Y/N raised an eyebrow "And how exactly does that make it up to me?" Immediately, his cheeks turned pink.
He fidgeted under her stare "I just..." His voice became smaller "I just want to sit with you.." He glanced away then quickly added "With you holding me, I promise I'll behave!" Y/N simply stood up.. Instead of answering, and walked toward her bedroom. Sunoo's heart immediately dropped. For a second, he remained frozen in place then hurried after her.
Y/N walked straight into the bathroom connected to her room and turned on the hot water. She tied her hair up while staring at her reflection in the mirror. As expected, Sunoo followed. He stopped near the doorway, watching, waiting, unsure. There was a nervous look in his eyes now. As if he could feel that she still hadn't fully forgiven him.
Sunoo fidgeted where he stood, looking like a lost puppy that had just been scolded and ignored "What are you doing?" he asked "Taking a shower. And maybe afterward we can talk about what happened again. In the meantime, think of a better way to apologize, Sunoo." Y/N disappeared behind the shower curtain.
Sunoo stared at it for a few seconds. A shower then a conversation? Which meant she definitely wasn't letting him off the hook this easily. He ran a hand through his soft hair and started pacing outside the bathroom door. He hated seeing her upset, especially when he was the reason for it. Eventually, an idea formed in his mind.
A stupid one.
But desperate times called for desperate measures. Half an hour later, the water finally stopped running. Inside the bathroom, Y/N finished her usual routine. She dried her hair, applied lotion and body oil, brushed her hair down her back, put on lip balm, and changed into a matching silk set consisting of shorts and a thin-strapped top.
When she finally stepped out, she wondered whether Sunoo had actually come up with something or spent the entire time sulking. He was sitting on the bed side, back stiff and straight, eyes fixed on the bathroom door. Still torn between two options, cry until she hugs me or actually apologize more. The moment he saw her, his breath caught.
Her skin still looked soft from the shower, her hair flowed down her back like silk, that familiar scent immediately filled the room. Without thinking, he jumped to his feet and hurried toward her. Gently, he took one of her hands and placed it against his chest right above his heart.
"It's beating really fast.." His voice was so soft, honest. "Because I'm scared.." His fingers tightened around hers "Scared I messed up too much.." His eyes glistened "okay, I was jealous..I acted childish." Another shakey breath "I'm sorry for making you feel bad when you're always the one taking care of me." His gaze never left hers. "Can I try again? From scratch?" His voice softened further more "As someone who loves noona more than anyone... but knows how to behave mature?.. Please?"
Y/N could practically feel his heartbeat trying to break through his ribs "Should I give you a chance?" Sunoo nodded immediately "Pretty please?" His grip tightened slightly "Give me a chance, noona.." For someone who had spent the afternoon throwing a tantrum, he looked surprisingly desperate now.
Y/N thought for a moment then handed him her hairbrush and sat down, waiting. Sunoo blinked in a 'O' "...You want me to brush it?" His felt almost offended by how honored he sounded and felt. He accepted the brush carefully as if she had handed him something precious. Then he moved behind her.
For a second, he froze, her soft and silky down her back. The first brush stroke was slow, careful, gentle, as though he was handling something fragile. After a few moments, he quietly asked "Do I have to apologize while doing this?" His voice had steadied slightly "Or can I just show it?" Y/N crossed her arms "Both."
Sunoo sighed, of course. Slowly, he continued brushing her hair, careful not to pull too hard. His voice dropped lower, more sincere than before. "I'm really sorry, noona." The brush moved through another section of hair. "I acted like a brat." Another stroke. "I made you feel bad for focusing on your work.."
His shoulders slumped "I don't want to be jealous all the time, I just..get scared." The brush stopped briefly and his voice became smaller "Scared you'll end up liking them more than me, because they're older..more mature, but that's not fair to you.." The brush continued moving again and a faint smile appeared on his lips "Because you always choose me..even when I don't deserve it."
For a moment, he leaned forward and rested his cheek lightly against hers "Can I show you instead?" Y/N closed her eyes and sighed then finally answered "Okay, show me." A small spark of hope appeared in his eyes, Sunoo immediately set the brush down and hurried out of the room.
A few minutes later, sounds came from the kitchen, cabinets opening, water running then silence. Y/N stayed where she was patiently waiting and almost fifteen minutes later, Sunoo returned. This time carrying a tray his hands were hidden behind it, his expression nervous, hopeful.
"Noona..." Carefully, he lowered the tray "I made you something." On it sat two slices of buttered toast slightly uneven, a strawberry cut in half and arranged into the shape of a heart on top of a jam , beside it was a warm glass of milk mixed with honey properly stirred. Because he remembered how much she hated finding clumps at the bottom.
"I made it myself." His voice sounded almost shy "And I washed my hands first." Y/N couldn't help staring "I know you didn't eat today.." Sunoo scratched the back of his neck "So I wanted to take care of noona instead." Then, almost dramatically, he knelt beside her, holding the tray like some royal offering. For the first time since the argument, Y/N actually laughed.
A real laugh.
"It's obvious you made it yourself." Sunoo immediately puffed his cheeks "Hey!" His ears turned pink "The toast didn't even burn this time!" Y/N laughed again and said "And take care of me?" "Yes.." He straightened proudly then immediately lost that confidence "Well..I'm trying." He carefully placed the tray on her lap before sitting beside her, fidgeting nervously.
"I practiced last week when you weren't home." Y/N looked at him "You what?" "I bought a mini toaster!" His voice became quieter and his gaze dropped "Watched videos, wrote down instructions, because I want to take care of noona too." A shy smile appeared then he added "I want to be cute..and useful, not just a baby who cries for attention."
Y/N raised an eyebrow, someone had definitely been talking to his friends for advices "So?" Sunoo looked up hopefully "Did I pass?" "Not before tasting it." Instead of feeding herself, Y/N folded her arms and waited. Immediately understanding what she meant, Sunoo picked up one piece of toast.
His heart started racing all over again "Say ahh!." Y/N did without breaking eye contact. Sunoo almost forgot how to breathe, he watched her take a bite then waited, and waited "Well?" "I can't judge from one bite." Sunoo groaned dramatically then fed her another "Now?" "What about you trying it first?" Before he could react, Y/N caught his wrist and guided the toast toward his own mouth.
His eyes widened, but he obediently took a bite, chewed, swallowed "It's good." "Really?" Y/N tilted her head "Because I think it's missing a little sweetness." Sunoo immediately looked offended then froze.. Wait, sweetness? before he could ask what she meant. Y/N reached forward, asmall amount of strawberry topping brushed against his lips.
The next moment, she leaned closer. When she finally pulled back, Sunoo remained completely frozen, speechless, his brain had stopped functioning. "Oh.." Y/N sat back licking her own lips, looking entirely too pleased with herself "You were right." A small smile appeared "It's good, sweet too."
Sunoo blinked, once, twice, then stared at her in complete disbelief "..Noona?" "Hmm? I think I rate it 11/10, satisfied? " She smiled, his entire face turned red as Y/N set the tray aside and looked at him again. "That doesn't mean I've forgiven you yet by the way." The color immediately drained from his face, and just like that, all his confidence disappeared again.
Sunoo thought the toast, the apology, and even that almost-kiss would have been enough to earn her forgiveness. Apparently not,she was still holding back. He looked up at her with wide eyes, those sharp yet doe-like eyes that somehow always managed to work their magic. His lower lip trembled slightly.
"B-but..I did everything right! I cooked, I apologized and I didn't even cry!" His voice cracked and sounded genuinely offended by his own effort not being excepted. "I tried so hard for you, noona!" Before she could answer, he lunged forward and buried his face against her shoulder, immediately activating full clingy mode again.
"Don't say things like '11 out of 10' and then tell me I'm not forgiven.. That's mean~ " His voice came out muffled against her top and tightened his arms around her "How much more do I have to do? Just tell me..please~ " This time, Y/n actually wrapped her arms around him, she felt him immediately relax "I know you tried." She gently pulled him back enough to see his face "And I appreciate that."
Her fingers brushed his hair away from his forehead "In fact, I'm amazed you admitted you were wrong in the first place.." Sunoo blinked, that alone felt like praise "But that's only for now." She continued calmly "Because I gave you the silent treatment." His expression immediately soured and his lips pouted "I want you to try harder."
Y/n held his gaze "I want you to be this understanding all the time, not only when you're trying to win my attention back." Then she tilted her head slightly the exact same way he was tilting his to look up at her "Sunoo.." His heartbeat instantly sped up "No one will ever have my attention the way you do, no one. Not even my closest friends."
The words hit him harder than any lecture could "You will always be my priority." Your expression softened "And I don't want you doubting that and acting insecure because of it." For a second, Sunoo simply stared, then all at once, he threw his arms around you again, tighter this time. As if he wanted to disappear into your embrace completely.
"Hmm?" You let him cling and he didn't answer immediately. Instead, he buried his face deeper into the crook of your neck and took a shaky breath. Your familiar scent instantly calmed him, he knew he still had things to explain, but right now, he just wanted to stay here..For a little longer.
Finally, his voice emerged, quiet and uncertain "Can you promise me something too, noona?" "Yeah?" He pulled back just enough to look at you, those hazel eyes again, always those eyes, bright, earnest and angerously persuasive "Can you promise not to ignore me again if I mess up?"
His grip tightened slightly "No more silent treatment.." The vulnerability in his voice was impossible to miss "I can handle anything else..but not that." His gaze dropped briefly "Not when I crave your attention more than anything!" You stared at him for a long moment. Of course he knew exactly how to get to you, he always did.
Eventually, you sighed "I promise I'll try." His face brightened instantly "But your attitude isn't helping." The smile vanished just as quickly as she raised an eyebrow "What was it again? your stomach hurts?" Sunoo visibly deflated, he knew exactly where this was going "Yeah..." The answer came out weak, embarrassed almost whiny.
"It hurts..!" That was enough and you laughed, a real laugh. Because somehow he was still trying to commit to the lie "Oh really?" You folded your arms "Then why didn't you take the pill I gave you?" The moment the words left your mouth, his entire face turned red. He fidgeted against your shoulder, trying-and failing-to look innocent.
"I didn't want it~ " A pout immediately appeared "It was a white lie, okay?" "Is that so?" Y/n pulled away slightly and crawled farther onto the bed since they had been sitting on the edge. Sunoo's heart skipped a beat as she put distance between them. His big, mischievous eyes followed her warily as she moved up the bed, making him instantly feel abandoned and clingy. He couldn't stand being so far away from her. His pout deepened, and he groaned "Noona, don't leave me~ "
He started to scoot closer, still desperate to hold onto her. The moment he got beside her, she pushed him flat onto the bed and straddled him, grabbing both of his hands and putting them up into his now messy hair "You know what annoying liars get?"
Sunoo's eyes widened in surprise. He was utterly speechless for a moment, looking up at her with a mix of shock and something else, something a bit more intense. His wrists tensed against her grip, but he didn't struggle. He knew he was at her mercy now. He swallowed hard as she spoke again, trying to keep his voice steady while fighting the urge to squirm. He shook his head, voice small and sheepish.
"W-what?" "Punishment. And you absolutely deserve one for being a stubborn brat and also a bad liar." She dragged her weight down until her face was level with his waist. His shirt was already messed up, showing his stomach and the line of his boxers under his pants. She stared at his stomach for a second, then back at his eyes.
His cheeks flushed an even deeper shade of red as she shifted. He could feel her breath ghosting over his bare skin, making him shiver slightly. He watched her stare at his exposed skin, feeling incredibly vulnerable under her gaze. His voice came out as a shaky whimper, his wrists straining against her grip. He was almost pleading again, his words a mixture of embarrassment and anticipation.
"W-what kind of punishment?" "Oh, you're about to find out!" She leaned closer above his stomach and placed some very light kisses there. His breath hitched as soon as her lips touched him. It was just a gentle, teasing brush of skin, but it was enough to send a shiver running through him. He squirmed involuntarily, his wrists straining against her grip again as the soft, fluttery sensation overwhelmed him.
A small gasp escaped his lips, and it took all his willpower not to let out any embarrassing noises. His voice came out in a trembling whisper. "N-noona, w-wait." "First, don't dare to move your hands or let them down when I free them." She said, then let go of his hands and dragged hers all the way from his arms, shoulders, chest, and down to his stomach and abs.
"Second, the more you tell me to stop or slow down, the harder I'll be on you." She kissed his skin again but made sure to leave some vivid marks this time as she bit and sucked. "Third, you're not allowed to make any noises. I don't even want to hear your breath." She stared back up at him. "Finally, I'll give you a chance to have a safe word. So choose one, and it will be the only thing you can say. You can only use it one time, so be wise. Choose."
He was slightly shaking, full body shivers as she laid down the rules one by one. Each word made his pulse spike higher, his skin buzzing with a mix of fear, anticipation, and pure thrill. He could feel every inch of himself reacting to her demand. When she let go of his hands, he immediately curled his fingers into fists and pressed them back against the pillow above him exactly as told.
He was barely breathing now. His chest rose fast with every shallow breath, but he tried to stifle it. "Mochi," he whispered hoarsely. "My safe word is mochi!" A quiet whimper slipped out before he could stop it. His trembling lips parted, eyes wide like a baby deer caught in headlights, completely hers. It made her chuckle as she nodded.
"Do I need to repeat anything?" He froze, completely flustered, at her chuckle. He knew she saw right through him. Mochi? Really? Such a soft, clingy choice. He squeezed his eyes shut for a second, trying to reset. When he opened them again, they were glassy, his cheeks flushed deep pink.
"No, noona," he whispered, voice quiet but sincere. "I remember everything. Don't move hands, no sounds, the more I beg, the worse it gets." A small shiver ran down his spine as he said it out loud "And only one safe word. I won't waste it." "Good, darling.. Now we start."
She said, then shifted up to his face level and immediately caught his lips with hers, licking and sucking on them. It had been hours since that stupid fight, and they had barely kissed or even talked properly, so she was eager after holding herself back every time he tried to lure her into forgiving him. Now that she had the chance, she wasn't going to waste it.
His entire body went rigid the second her lips crashed against his. He hadn't been expecting it, no warning, no teasing buildup, just her, finally giving in after hours of tension, silence, and longing.
He whimpered into the kiss, a soft helpless sound, before remembering the rules. He quickly bit down on his lip once she pulled back slightly. His hands stayed tangled in the pillow like anchors, fists clenched tight to keep from reaching for her. His breath came in short hitches through his nose, face burning, lips tingling.
When she pulled back fully to look at him, eyes dark with want, he just stared. Dazed, even kiss drunk, completely undone and still so desperately trying to behave. A tiny nod. Behave, he echoed silently with a trembling mouth, too afraid to speak but screaming it inside. I'm yours. Always.
She stared at him, and the look on his face made her decide to ignore this slip for once. She got back to work, not just kissing but eating his lips if possible. Drool slipped down to his chin, but she very unashamedly dragged her tongue chasing it and licked it all down to his Adam's apple and back up to his lips, swollen and plump.
Sunoo's eyes fluttered shut as she continued, completely overcome by the intensity. The kiss was so deep, so desperate, her tongue making him feel dizzy from the sensation. Just when he was starting to feel confident in his ability to hold back, she went down to his neck. The first touch of her tongue left a trail of fire right to his core. He shivered underneath her, trying to bite back a pitiful whine, lips trembling uncontrollably "Noona!"
"Tsk.." She backed up immediately, taking her lips off him, and stared at him. She thought he remembered the rules. "Mistake one. No more kisses on the lips." She said. He needed to know that there would be consequences every time he broke a rule. His breath hitched, chest rising fast, panicked. His lips were still buzzing, wet and swollen from hers, but now they were forbidden.
He whimpered silently, eyes wide with regret and shock. He hadn't meant to break the rules. He just couldn't help it when she tasted him like that. Everything inside him short circuited. But Y/n was serious, dead serious, and so he nodded fast, fingers still locked above his head, lips pressed into a tight line like he was sealing them shut.
"Sorry." He tried to whisper but caught himself before the word fully escaped. So instead, he just lowered his eyes, lashes tickling his flushed cheeks. A good boy trying so hard not to ruin this again. The silence thickened. The punishment for breaking a rule? No more lips, which hurt more than either of them expected.
He just lay beneath her, totally quiet now, unlike his heart which was pounding loud and hard, waiting for what was coming next. Y/n leaned closer to his lips but kissed their corner instead. They just said no lips anymore. She felt his breath sharp on her cheek, so she looked up and saw the way he looked at her with his eyebrows arching and forehead exposed. Too pretty to be real, too pretty to be punished, but it was a must, and she wasn't backing down now. Instead, she leaned further and kissed gently between his eyebrows on that mole, on that one on his nose bridge, and also the one on his right cheek.
"So pretty. Only I get to do you like this, right?" Sunoo's breath stuttered when she kissed the corner of his lips, so close yet not enough, and then all those spots on his face. It made his chest ache in the sweetest, most painful way. He didn't expect it to make him emotional, but it did.
A tiny shiver ran through him as her lips brushed those spots, her words curling around his heart like silk. His eyelashes fluttered shut, and his throat tightened. Even though he wasn't allowed to speak, even though he couldn't beg or whisper or moan, his body answered for him.
The way his chest rose faster, the way his fingers trembled above him, the wet shimmer at the corners of his eyes, all saying yes, only you, always only you. He slowly nodded once, eyes still closed, cheeks flushed deep pink, as if sealing a sacred vow without words. I'm yours, that nod said. All messy and broken and beautiful, just for noona.
Now she already felt bad for making him go through this. She dragged a hand down his neck to his chest and stopped right on his heart, soothing there for a moment before leaning down to kiss there. A soft kiss that lasted for a long second before she pulled back and patted it. Even her own heart was about to burst now at the scene and the feeling.
Sunoo's entire body softened the moment she did that, like she wasn't just touching him but holding it. He couldn't stop the quiet tremble that ran through him.
His lashes fluttered as she pulled away, his eyes still closed for a second longer, savoring the echo of her lips on his chest. He didn't move, didn't speak. He just lay there, breath uneven, heart racing under her palm, feeling every beat scream noona, noona, noona.
When he finally opened his eyes, they were glassy. Not crying, but close. Like love had pooled so deep in them that it turned into water. He slowly lifted one shaky hand from his pillow, took her hand resting on his chest, and pressed it harder over his heartbeat. As if to say, I'm real. I'm here. And I'm all yours, even when I'm being punished. I still need you more than my own breath.
He broke another rule by moving his hand, but the purpose made her think of letting it slip. So she just gently reminded him by holding it and pinning it back up, then leaned back straight up to take his shirt off. His breath hitched at the movement, a little breathless whimper escaping before he could stop it. But he quickly pressed his lips shut again, swallowing the sound. He knew better than to make more noise when he had just broken another rule.
His heart was racing now, pounding fast as a drum, almost as fast as the flush spreading from his neck all the way to his cheeks.He slowly lifted his arms for her, letting her gently pull his shirt up. She stopped at his wrists and wrapped it around like a tie. He shook his head after to move his hair off his face, so she did it for him, looked around, and found her hair clip on the nightstand.
She used it. Now his skin was exposed like that. She leaned to his neck first, spreading soft kisses all around. She couldn't make visible marks because he had school the next day, being in his first year. She went with the soft kisses down his chest, and when she got to his barely visible abs, she started biting. His stomach shouldn't be visible, so she could go as crazy as she wanted, and she didn't hesitate.
He shivered at the first touch of her lips on his neck, goosebumps spreading all over his skin. He loved her mouth there, loved the feel of her pressing against such sensitive skin. He tried his best to stay completely still as she kissed the mole between his neck and shoulder, trying to keep his breathing steady. But when she started down his chest, his eyes fluttered shut in anticipation.
Then, the moment she reached his abs, biting softly at the skin, he let out a soft gasp that turned into a quiet moan "Noona~" Immediately she stopped the kisses, bites and instead let her tongue swirl around his muscles and down to the visible hem of his boxers under his pants. Then she just stopped. That moan and noona twisted something in her too, but this wasn't about her now. This was about punishing him.
He dared to whine in disappointment the moment she pulled back, but it was quickly replaced by a trembling shiver as she started tracing circles with her tongue, going so low he could feel her breath on his skin, sending fire down his spine. Then she stopped, and an actual moan of frustration escaped him before he could stop it. His hips jerked automatically up off the bed, seeking more, only to be met with emptiness.
"Noona, please~ " he panted, desperate. "What happened to the rules? Thought you were a good boy, Sunoo?" She said as she tucked her fingers under the hem of both his underwear and pants. His breath caught in his throat as she did that, fingers cool against his fever hot skin. He froze, eyes wide and suddenly glossy with panic, regret, and something deeper, need.
He hadn't meant to break the rules. He just couldn't help it when she drove him this far "I am a good boy," he whimpered, voice trembling like a leaf. "But noona, you're making it so hard to- ah!" His back arched slightly as her fingers dipped lower and accidentally touched his bulge. A quiet sob escaped before he clamped both lips shut again, eyes squeezed tight, fists still knotted above his hair like anchors to keep him from reaching for her.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. The chant ran through his mind over and over. But deep down, he didn't want her to stop. Even if he was being punished, being hers like this, broken, blushing, breathless, was exactly where he wanted to be. Seeing the struggle, Y/n nodded and soothed his stomach skin softly with her hand.
"Be a good boy and try harder for me, Sunoo." She said. "Don't force me to be harsh on you." She said again before tapping on his hip "Up." Then she dragged his clothes down as she moved her weight off to take them down to his covered ankle with a pair of white socks.
He shivered, trying so hard, but his body was a trembling mess. Her touch, soft against his skin, was making everything worse. He was completely stripped now, all pale skin and lean muscles in the soft lamplight. He just lay there, breath coming in short gasps, skin burning under her gaze.
"Now, you really need to be careful, hmm?" She said as she wrapped a hand around his throbbing length, already twitching and slippery with precum. Heavy, too warm and swollen. This was going to be so hard for both of them, she could see.
His head tipped back, and he gasped the moment she touched him. Every single muscle in his body clenched tight. It took every ounce of willpower not to arch right up into her hand. He was already so sensitive, and she was barely even touching. But just her voice, the feel of her eyes on him, and all the tension from the last hours was enough to drive him insane. He could almost feel her hand on him even before she wrapped it around.
He could already tell it was going to be a hard night. And it was all he could do to hold back his desperate need to grab her, to pull her to him, to take her right there. "You know," she said as she stroked slowly up and down, avoiding the tip because she didn't want him to release in less than a second, "I didn't really like how you told me you wanted us to leave in front of my coworkers."
Knowing he wouldn't speak, she continued. His breath came in short, shaky bursts as her hand moved slowly up and down, so slow it was almost cruel. He could feel every nerve screaming for more, but she was denying him everything, just like how he had denied her peace earlier. Her words hit him deep.
The memory flashed back, him pouting in front of her coworkers, saying "we should go" with a whine in his voice while they were just doing their jobs. He hadn't meant to embarrass her, but now, now he understood. He had been childish and selfish, and this was payback.
His eyes squeezed shut again, long lashes fluttering, as her thumb skimmed near the tip, spreading the slickness without touching it directly. A soft whimper slipped out before he caught himself. His hips twitched slightly, not from pleasure only, but from guilt mixing with desire until he didn't know which one burned hotter.
He couldn't speak, but if he could, it would have been I'm sorry. I won't do it again. Just don't stop. Please! He was biting his lips so hard she could imagine it also hurt and might bleed, but he knew better than to hurt himself. She kept that hand stroking and used the other to hold his balls and squeeze them gently.
The whole purpose of this was a too much to take of pleasure, not pain at all. Everything was done softly and gently but also overwhelming. She would have talked him through it if she wasn't having her own type of pleasure too just by driving him insane this way. "Hmm, and what did you do then? Walked away in front of them and forced me to run after you in my heels?"
At that, she squeezed slightly harder but stopped moving the other hand. Sunoo's body seized at the new pressure, her fingers gently squeezing his balls, just enough to make him whimper silently behind clenched teeth. Tears welled at the corners of his eyes, not from pain, but from sensation so intense it blurred the line between pleasure and torment.
He remembered. The way he had stormed off, pouting like a child when she still had work to finish. The way he didn't look back and the audacity of expecting her to follow. And now, now he was flat on his back, completely exposed, being reminded in the softest but cruelest way that he doesn't get to run and expect noona to chase without consequences. Shame crashed into arousal so hard he shuddered from head to toe.
His hips twitched again, not trying to escape this time, but begging without permission. Pleading through silence and eyes. His lips were red and raw from biting them, lungs burning for air, and tongue too heavy in his mouth. All he could do was lie there and take it and learn. Thinking about some 'I won't ever walk away again. I'll wait forever if I have to. Just don't stop touching me like this.'
"Then what did you do? Slammed the door on me and pushed me away for trying to talk to you, even though you were just acting like a brat who never got tamed, huh?" Now she took it too far by holding it tight instead of just lightly squeezing and moving faster around his whole length, tightening her grip whenever it reached the tip.
Sunoo's heart was pounding so impossibly hard, he was surprised it didn't burst from his chest. He wanted to cry, not from shame or pain, but from the sheer intensity of it all. His mind was blank, overwhelmed by the way she kept him on the edge, taking him right to the brink then backing off, teasing him until he thought he might actually die without release. And all he could do was stay completely still, trembling from head to toe when she squeezed even tighter and moved faster.
A tiny, desperate whine escaped him before he could stop it. He didn't even know who he was at this point. She knew he wouldn't be able to hold any noises, and considering that it was his first time ever being punished this way, she thought of not torturing him more and just let him be as vocal as he could. She kept stroking at a fast rhythm and tight grip all the way, the wet and sloppy sounds filling the room but not louder than his breath. She was surprised he hadn't used his safe word yet.
Sunoo's entire body was trembling, muscles taut, his breathing coming in shallow gasps. She knew just how long he was able to last, knew exactly what his limits were, and he was so unbelievably close to breaking. He couldn't bring himself to use the safe word when he wanted to be good for her so badly. She was taking care of him, and he could tell she just wanted him to learn, to make up for acting like a brat. And he would be damned if he let a moment of selfishness make him disappoint her more.
But she wanted to hear him use it, to make him break completely, so she focused the movement on the tip only as she let her weight rest on his thighs so he couldn't move away no matter what. His breath came in sharp, panicked gasps as she trapped him completely, no escape, no mercy. And then suddenly, it wasn't the full stroke anymore. It was just the tip, her hand slick and teasing, circling only the most sensitive part of him over and over, light and fast like feathers dipped in fire.
A broken sob escaped his lips. His back arched off the bed despite being pinned down, fingers still knotted tightly above his hair, hips jerking instinctively upward but going nowhere.
"No!- noona~ please!" he whimpered, voice cracking like glass. "I can't- I can't hold!" Tears spilled from the corners of his eyes, the kind that came when pleasure became too deep to contain. He was shaking all over, breath coming faster than he could control. Unexpectedly, through trembling lips, soaked with tears and desperate need, something escaped his lips.
"M-mochi!" he whispered it like a prayer. "Mochi, mochi, please, I give up! I surrender, I'm yours, I'm s-so sorry!~ " Sobs wracked through him as he finally said it, the safe word breaking free on repeat, broken into pieces by how much he loved her. She didn't fully stop but got so slow, having all his mess in her hand because neither of them would have the energy to change the sheets after.
The moment he broke that way with tears finally streaming down the sides of his face, she could feel her own core dripping and making her own panty uncomfortable against her heated skin. She sighed deeply as if she was in his position, and as his body was still shaking, she leaned to the tissue box on the nightstand and grabbed a bunch of them to clean the mess, starting with her own hands because she knew if she touched him again, he would burst again. He was too sensitive at the moment and probably forgot his own name.
"Hush, it's okay, darling." He lay there , sobbing, gasping for breath as she cleaned the mess on his stomach and thighs. He couldn't even speak. The tears kept coming, the sobs refusing to subside. He had never cried from pleasure like that before, not like the world had shattered. Like something primal inside him had finally been unlocked.
He whimpered softly at the sound of her voice, the tender way she called darling, unlike her usual strict and cold tone. He turned his head to look up at her as he gulped, eyes wet, cheeks red, voice barely a whisper. "Y-Y/n~"
"Hmm, yes, sweetheart?" She tossed the tissues away and leaned closer, on top of him but careful not to touch him down there. Now her face was inches away from his. His breath hitched, her face so close he could feel the warmth of her breath on his lips. So close, yet still denied.
His wide, glassy eyes searched hers, still trembling from head to toe, body hypersensitive, every nerve screaming at the slightest shift in air. He wanted to touch her, cradle her face, kiss her until neither of them remembered their names. But he didn't move, too afraid, too wrecked, too hers.
"I love you," he whispered, voice broken and raw. "So much. I'm sorry I made you chase me..I'm sorry for it all, I'll wait forever next time, please!..Can I kiss you now?" She chuckled and nodded, knowing him so well. He would definitely make a mistake one day just to get punished like this again. Yet she nodded. "We can kiss, and you can even move your hands now. It's all done."
She let him know. "Just give me one minute, I promise, hmm?" Sunoo's heart skipped a beat as she gave in, as she finally told him he could move. His breath was still coming in sharp, rapid pants, shaking with need and relief, but even more so, love. He just nodded silently, wrecked, eyes, glossy and wet still watching her. He would have agreed to anything in that moment.
"Yes, okay, I'll wait, whatever you want, just please." A breathless beat, and then "I'm all yours!" She grabbed a pack of wet wipes from her vanity and threw it to him. "I will use the bathroom. Use it if it's not too sensitive yet." He caught the pack she tossed and immediately set to work, grateful that he could at least move his hands with her permission. He was still incredibly sensitive, and the act of cleaning up felt torturous, but he did it quickly, too desperate to have her next to him again.
Y/n went to the bathroom as she said. She had to clean herself because her shorts were definitely soaked now. She washed her hands too and changed into another pair of shorts, then got back to him. He was wearing his pants and staring at the ceiling. Lashes still damp and lips swollen and plump.
"Still alive?" He was looking up at the ceiling like he was about to have an out of body experience, still breathing hard, a mess. But he was definitely alive and waiting. She switched the lights to the dim ones and opened the air conditioner to cool the air as she crawled back. He didn't even let her lie down fully before he was clinging to her, wrapping himself around her body like a koala finally finding home.
His skin was still warm, slightly damp, but he didn't care. All he wanted was to be pressed against her, face half buried in the crook of her neck. He nuzzled into her warmth with a tiny whimper. "Smell so good, noona," he mumbled, voice hoarse and sleepy sweet. "Don't ever ignore me again, please?"
His arms tightened around her waist, legs tangling with hers, completely possessive again now that the storm had passed. Even after being punished, broken, and brought to tears, he still acted like she was the one who belonged to him. "Can I stay like this forever?" he whispered, already half dreaming with ecstasy. "Just holding you?"
"Of course we can, Sunoo. Thought you wanted to kiss me, though." She said with a chuckle. He had literally begged for a kiss five minutes ago. His eyes snapped open at her words, drowsy, still heavy from everything, but suddenly very much awake at the tease. "I do!" he squeaked, instantly lifting his head off her shoulder, cheeks pink all over again. "I definitely want to kiss you, like, a lot, right now."
He didn't wait for permission this time. He just leaned in fast, lips brushing hers with that same desperate softness as before. Sweet, clumsy, and needy. A little whimper escaped him mid kiss, like he had been starving and was finally allowed to eat. When he pulled back an inch, just enough to breathe, he gave her the most pitifully adorable look.
"Was I good?" he whispered, batting those long lashes, voice all innocence now that he was warm, full of cuddles, and completely hers again. She patted his messy hair and nodded with a lazy smile. "Too good. I'm actually surprised. If we don't mention the times you broke the rules, you were too good."
She kissed him back, lazy, slow, soft, and intimate, feeling his warm skin warm her up too. She let a moan out this time, knowing this wasn't going to go further than just kisses and cuddles. Sunoo melted into the kiss like warm honey, slow, deep, and completely sappy. Her moan vibrated against his lips, and he whimpered into it, pulling her impossibly closer like he was trying to crawl inside her skin.
"I'm good," he mumbled between soft pecks. "I'm yours. That's all that matters to me." He nuzzled back into her neck after, breath warm against her collarbone as he tucked himself around her again, shirtless chest rising and falling in slow rhythm with hers. A tiny giggle escaped him. "Besides, I only broke the rules because I wanted you to keep touching me."
Then, realizing what he had just admitted, his eyes went wide. "Ah, must have been the wind!" He buried his face in her shoulder instantly. "I didn't say that.. Punish me again if you want!" He whined, voice deeper but muffled by fabric and shame and zero regret.
"You wish. I'm going to change tactics now that I know you enjoyed this one much more than you should." She said but hugged him tighter. "Felt like I was punishing myself, not you." She whispered against his warm skin. He let out a tiny huff, half pout, half purr, as she hugged him tighter. Her whisper against his skin made him shiver all over again.
"You were punishing yourself," he mumbled into her neck, lips brushing softly with every word. "I saw how wet you were, how much you struggled." He tilted his head just enough to peek up at her with those big, almost innocent eyes, too sharp for someone who looked this drowsy and cuddly. "So maybe we both needed it?"
He said with a giggle. A beat of silence, then a small, cheeky grin. "Next time, I'll be worse on purpose." "Next time, huh?" She scoffed a chuckle. "If you noticed how wet I was, why didn't you do anything about it?" His cheeks were still flushed. He couldn't help it, even when he was in a bratty mood.
"Because I was being obedient. I did my best," he whimpered, giving her big, watery eyes. "But you were cruel, my poor noona." He shifted a little more onto his back under the covers, pulling her closer, letting her fall on top of him. Like this, he could wrap his arms around her completely. "You were supposed to reward me or something."
"Since when do people get rewards after being punished? Especially spoiled ones?" She stared at him with a lazy smile and eyes about to shut. She didn't even know how he still had energy to chat. "Next time, you won't get to have a safe word then. I get to decide if I should have mercy on you or not. Spoiler alert, probably not."
He blinked slowly, dazed, tired, but his ears perked at her words like an excited puppy hearing its name. "No safe word?" he whispered, voice soft and dreamy. "But then I would really have to behave." A tiny pause, then a slow, sleepy grin spread across his face, cheeky even in exhaustion. "Or be extra bad on purpose."
He snuggled deeper into her neck, breath warm and lazy. "If you won't let me say mochi, then I'll just cry until you stop, or beg so much you get tired of me." He laughed, his body shaking under hers as his arms tightened around her, possessive, clingy, smug. "You can't win, noona. I'll always make you have mercy on me."
"You're right. And I hate that you're aware of it." She laughed too and pinched his arm. "Now stop squirming around like a snake and let's sleep. You might need to make that strawberry toast for tomorrow's breakfast again, so save some energy for it." She said with closed eyes and her head buried under his chin, being the smaller after all was a win.
He gasped in faux offense, or actual offense, at her pinching, but the pout instantly melted away into a smile when she nestled against his chin like that. He hummed in contentment, still refusing to let go, but he had finally settled in comfortably, and the thought of making strawberry toast again actually made him sleepy.
When he spoke again, his voice was deep, sleepy, and muffled under her hair. "Okay, I'll sleep," he mumbled, nuzzling her head under his chin. "I'll make strawberry toast. I promise." "You have to." she whispered, barely awake, even though she knew he wasn't going to sleep immediately. Maybe in thirty minutes or so. He always had energy for nothing.
Sunoo buried a smile in her hair, a little giddy at how quickly she had gone from authoritative to sleepy, but still so demanding. It was adorable how she still wanted to make sure he would make breakfast tomorrow. And she was right about the sleep part. He probably would toss and turn for a good fifteen to twenty minutes just thinking about this, even though he was completely exhausted.
When she actually started snoring softly, deep in sleep, he slightly moved and stumbled to the bathroom, took a quick shower, and chugged a whole bottle of water after a small version of his skin care routine before sneaking under the blanket again beside her, too ready to drift into sleep after setting an alarm on his phone just to make sure to have her breakfast ready when she woke up.
The last thing he did was press a lot of kisses to her face and bare shoulders, then hold her closer and give in to sleepiness. Knowing that if his friends, Jungwon and Sunghoon specially, found out, they would definitely tease him but still be very proud.
Sooo ☝ anyone interested in this version of Sunoo? I have an idea I was working on, and I don’t know if I’ll finish it or not.
It’s about Sunoo who’s been absolutely down bad in love with his older sister’s best friend since he was young. He kept trying to get her attention until he finally became her boyfriend. And then, when he moves for college he ends up staying with her temporarily until he finds a decent place since he doesn’t know the city well 😶Eventually they become a couple, with Sunoo being the spoiled one as always stubborn, a brat, and completely addicted to her attention.
Until one time, she has an important work meeting somewhere outside and he begs her to take him along because he’s been stuck at home for days studying for midterms and going crazy. Since he kept nagging, she agrees and takes him and what happens? He embarrasses her right in front of her coworkers, making her run after him to apologize for him over some dumb reason. And after that, she gives him the coldest treatment ever and the silent treatment to teach him a lesson and make him realize his mistake for once.
In short words, brat Sunoo fucked up so he got punished ☝️🥀
Hints? Sure : smut, punishment, safeword, tied up, age gap (use of noona), brat X brat tamer/ enable, overstimulation..and more! ✍️👀
So let me know! If you want me to finish it and post it!
Summary : Y/n is an idol, Kim sunoo is the fan who sends her anonymous letters. After an unexpected encounter brings them face to face, the line between secret admirer and something much darker starts to blur.
Warning : 8444 words, smut, mdni, stalking, 2 years age gap (sunoo is younger), ANGST, anxiety / panic response, guilt & shame, over stimulation, masturbation, emotional breakdown, multiple orgasms, noona.
Notes 💌 : So this is my first fic to post in this app and english isn't my first language so I used a translator and AI JUST for grammar help I PROMISE🙂↕️ ..don't judge plz and let me know if you like it or not! I'm just a girl who loves sunoo and can't find enough content for him here 💔
The TV channel building was too quiet for a weekday afternoon.
That was the first thing that felt wrong..or maybe right, depending on how you looked at it. Sunoo had known about this interview for three days. Their schedule wasn't public yet, not fully, but money and persistence opened doors that should've stayed closed. A cleaning staff member with a tired face and a thick envelope. A fake name on a visitor log under "work inquiry." A stairwell that no one checked. And now he was here. One floor below the studio where she would walk in any minute with her group members.
His chest tightened. Not from the stairs, from the thought of seeing her not through a screen but in person. Real.. Breathing. Three meters away instead of three thousand kilometers.
He found the men's bathroom at the end of the hall. Empty, good. He slammed the door behind him then leaned over the sink and let cold water run over his palms. The shock helped..A little.
His reflection stared back at him from the mirror. Cap low, mask on, eyes sharp, too sharp as some people said.. Fox-like. He didn't mind that comparison. He took the mask and cap of to rinse his face then pulled out his inhaler from his jacket pocket.Two puffs. Breathe in, hold, breathe out.
You're fine Kim sunoo.. She doesn't know you exist. That's the point. He was still putting the inhaler away when the bathroom door slammed open.
Not opened.. Slammed. Sunoo's head snapped up and then she was there, Y/n.
She burst through the door like something was chasing her, because something was. Her chest heaved, her eyes wide, dark, terrified flew across the room in a single frantic sweep: mirrors, sinks, stalls, him. A man.. A stranger standing way too still at the sink with a sharp glare.
For half a second, her body tensed like she might run back out, but the voices were already getting closer in the hallway. High-pitched, excited and ean.
"She went this way-- "
"I saw her, I swear--"
"That whore, we just want a photo--"
Lies.They wanted more than a photo.They always did and she didn't have time to think. Y/n lunged toward him..not at him, past him! her voice a ragged whisper:
"Please! Help me.. Don't tell them I'm here!"
Then she was gone, inside one of the stalls, the lock clicking shut just as the bathroom door swung open again. Sunoo didn't move.
Three girls spilled inside. Late teens or early twenties. Phones out, cameras hanging from their wrists. Their eyes were bright with that particular hunger he knew too well, the kind that didn't see a person, just a target.
"Hey!" one of them said, not really looking at him. "Did a girl just come in here? Short, long dark hair, pink top?"
Sunoo's voice came out flat. "This is the men's bathroom."
"Yeah, but--"
"No one came in." He turned back to the sink, very deliberately, and shut off the tap. "I've been here alone for ten minutes."
The girls exchanged glances. The youngest one -the one with the phone already recording- tried to peek around him toward the stalls.
"You sure? We saw her--"
"You saw what?" Sunoo said, still not looking at them. "Not in here. Try the next door, women bathroom."
A beat of silence. Then the oldest one grabbed her friend's arm. "Come on. She couldn't have gone far. Let's check the stairwell!"
They left as fast as they'd come. The door swung shut. Sunoo waited three more seconds, then he crossed the room and locked it properly.
Silence.. No, not actual silence. Breathing, fast, shallow, coming from the last stall against the wall. He could hear her trying to quiet it and failing. Y/n was here..In this room. Locked in a bathroom stall. Shaking!
Sunoo swallowed. His heart was doing something stupid in his chest, not from fear. From closeness. She was right there. A few meters away. He'd read about her favorite books, watched every interview, memorized the way she smiled when she was nervous versus when she was happy. And now she was here, hiding from people who wanted to hurt her, and his hands were suddenly cold.
He stepped closer to the stall door. Slowly. Not to scare her. "They're gone," he said, quieter than he meant to. "You can come out."
A pause.
Then the lock clicked.
The door cracked open an inch. One eye appeared still terrified, scanning the room. Then the whole door swung open, and she stepped out on unsteady legs.
Y/n. His Y/n.. Smaller than he expected. Or maybe just smaller now, folded into herself like she was trying to disappear. Her pink top was crooked. Her skirt had ridden up. Her hands were shaking. She looked at the locked door, at him then back at the door. And then her legs gave out.
She slid down the wall.. not graceful, not dramatic, just collapse, until she was sitting on the cold tile floor, back against the wall, knees drawn up, whole body trembling like she was coming apart at the seams.
Sunoo froze.
He didn't know what to do. He'd never been good with crying people, with any people, really. But this wasn't just anyone.. This was her. Y/n eyes were wet now. Not crying yet but close. A thin shine building along her lower lash line. He moved without thinking, reached into his black jacket pocket and pulled out a handkerchief, plain,was black once but now dark gray, soft from being washed too many times and held it out to her.
She stared at it like she didn't understand what it was then she took it. Her fingers brushed his. Cold, So cold.
"Thank you" she whispered , her voice cracked. Sunoo didn't answer or speak, he couldn't. He was too busy staring at her, at the way her lashes clumped together, at the small mole under her left eye that cameras never quite caught, at the fact that she was real and here and touching something that belonged to him.
The silence stretched. And instead of calming her down, it seemed to make it worse. Because her eyes darted to the locked door again then to his face, unreadable, then down to his hands, still hanging at his sides. She pulled her skirt down abruptly, yanking the fabric over her thighs like she'd just realized it had ridden up.
Oh. Right. He hadn't meant to look. He looked away anyway with his face flushed. He tried again. Shrugged off his jacket, a soft, worn-out thing from Prada nothing special and held it out to her. For her legs. Or for the cold. Or just because he didn't know what else to offer, but she didn't take it.
Instead, she shrank back against the wall. Her eyes went wider. Her breathing picked up again. Fast.Too fast for normal. And then he saw it, the way she glanced at the locked door, then at him, then back at the door. The calculation, the fear recalculating.
Oh..She thought he was the threat now. Sunoo's stomach turned. He dropped his hand. Stepped back two full steps, hands up, palms out. I'm not going to touch you I'm not going to hurt you gesture.
Before he could say that out loud? BAM BAM BAM!
Someone was pounding on the door. "Y/n!! y/n?Are you in there?" Her whole body jolted. But this time, the fear on her face shifted. Relief. Recognition.
"Unnie?" she called out, voice breaking. "Unnie!"
She scrambled to her feet so fast she nearly fell again. Unlocked the door and ulled it open.
Three women in staff lanyards rushed in, managers, stylists, someone from security. They wrapped around her like a shield, hands on her shoulders, her back, her arms. "Are you okay? What happened? Did they touch you? Did he--"
One of them -the oldest, the one who'd been pounding on the door- looked past her and saw Sunoo standing there. Frozen, warned and too still. Her eyes narrowed. "Who the fuck are you?"
Y/n shook her head quickly, wiping her face with the back of her hand. "No! no, he helped me. He locked the door. He..he kept them out."
The manager's expression didn't soften. But she nodded once, short and sharp, and turned back to her. "We're getting you out of here. Now."
They pulled her toward the door. Y/n went with them stumbling, still shaking, but alive. Safe..At the threshold, she stopped, just for a second. She looked back over her shoulder. Her eyes found his. And in that one glance, Sunoo saw everything: guilt, gratitude, exhaustion, and something else, something that looked like I'm sorry I didn't say more.
Then she was gone. The door swung shut.
And Sunoo stood alone in the empty bathroom, her fading warmth still lingering on, then realized he'd forgotten to breathe.
୨ৎ
That evening in the dorm, Y/n stayed in her room long after everyone else had gone to sleep. She'd taken a long shower, the kind where the water ran hot until it turned cold, and she still stood there, letting it beat against her shoulders like it could wash the morning off her skin. It didn't work. Nothing really did. The bathroom at the TV station kept replaying behind her eyes: the slam of the door, the girls' voices in the hallway, the way her legs had given out on the cold tile floor.
And him. The stranger in black who'd locked the door and stayed.
She didn't know why she kept thinking about his hands. How steady they'd been when he held out the handkerchief. How quickly he'd stepped back when he realized she was scared of him. Stop, she told herself, wrapping her robe tighter. It's over. You're safe.
But safe didn't mean calm.One thing always helped, though. One thing never failed to pull her out of her own head. Fan letters.
After every fan meeting, she received dozens -sometimes hundreds- of letters. Some came through the company mail. Some were handed directly to staff during events. She kept them all in a large box in the corner of her room, and whenever she had free time or felt low, she'd pull out a handful and read.
Tonight, she needed that more than ever.
The new batch had arrived that evening. She'd grabbed the box from the reception desk on her way out of the company building, exhausted and hollow after the day's schedule. Now she sat cross-legged on her bed, box beside her, and reached inside without looking. She pulled out a random stack and started opening them one by one.
Letters from girls. From boys. From teen-agers, some in wobbly handwriting with heart stickers in the corners. From older fans who wrote in formal, careful sentences. Most were new names, new faces she'd never meet but whose words she carried anyway.
Some were from fans she recognized now. The ones who wrote so often that she'd memorized their return addresses, their handwriting quirks, the way they folded their letters into specific shapes. Those made her smile a quiet, private kind of warmth.
She read several in a row. Cute messages. Encouraging words. A drawing of her as a princess that was so bad it was actually good.
Then she opened the next one.Pastel blue envelope.Her fingers paused.
She knew this envelope. She'd been receiving letters in this exact design and shade of blue for months now. Same soft, matte paper. Same dark brown ink. Same handwriting, cursive, precise, almost like it had been printed rather than written by a human hand. Always a quote from a novel or a poem and sometimes songs. Nothing personal. No name. No return address. Just beautiful, unfamiliar words that made her pause and think and sometimes cry a little as she search for the original thing.
At the bottom of every single one, a beautiful, unique signature: KS.
She didn't know if KS was a man or a woman. Didn't know their age or where they lived. They never asked for anything. Never demanded a reply. Just sent quotes, like gifts wrapped in silence. These letters had become her favorite. The ones she looked forward to most.
She unfolded the paper with a small, tired smile already forming. And stopped..The page was blank.
No quote. No poem. No beautiful, unfamiliar words, just..nothing. She flipped it over. Still nothing. Then back again, at the very bottom, in that same ornate handwriting: KS.
That was it.. She stared at the page, frowning. Had they put the wrong paper in by mistake? Grabbed a blank sheet instead of the one they'd written on? It happened sometimes. Fans were human. Humans made errors. But disappointment curled in her chest anyway. This was the letter she'd been waiting for without admitting she was waiting. And now there was nothing to sink into.
She held the paper up, squinting at it like another reading might magically produce words. Nothing. With a deep sigh, she let it fall into her lap. And then something clicked.
Not loudly. Not dramatically. Just a small, sharp there in the back of her mind, like a key turning in a lock she didn't know existed. She looked at the blank page again. At the KS at the bottom.
KS.. Her heartbeat picked up.
She dropped the letter onto the bed and lunged for her bag -the one she'd carried today- still slumped on her desk chair. Her hands rummaged through it frantically: makeup pouch, hand cream, phone, loose change, a protein bar wrapper..There. The handkerchief.
She'd shoved it in her bag after the staff pulled her away. She hadn't looked at it since. Hadn't wanted to. The whole morning was a bruise she didn't want to touch. But now she pulled it out and held it up to the lamplight.
Dark gray. Soft. Plain except for one small detail stitched into the edge, near the corner. A monogram..KS.
Y/n's breath caught.
She looked at the handkerchief. Then at the letter. Then back at the handkerchief. KS stitched in thread and KS written in ink. Same initials. Same person.
He was the one who'd been sending her letters for months. The stranger in the bathroom. The man in black who'd locked the door and stepped back when she flinched and looked at her like.. Like what? She didn't know how to finish that sentence.
Her mind started spinning. Coincidence? Could it be coincidence? She'd run into that bathroom randomly, fleeing from sasaengs without a plan. There was no way he could have known she'd end up there. Which meant..He was just there.
A fan. A fan who happened to be in the same building, the same bathroom, at the exact moment she needed someone. She thought back to his eyes. Sharp. Fox-like. How they'd stayed on her the whole time, even when he wasn't speaking. Not hungry the way the sasaengs' eyes had been. Not greedy. Just... watching. Like he was memorizing her.
And then the way he'd stepped back. The way he'd dropped his hand and raised his palms when he realized she was scared of him. He could have used that moment. Could have asked for a photo, an autograph, something in exchange for saving her. Most fans would have.
He didn't.
He just stood there, silent, letting her staff pull her away without a single word of protest.She lay back on her bed, staring at the ceiling, the handkerchief still clutched in her hand with his perfume still lingering.. KS.
The same person.
Which meant the blank letter wasn't a mistake. He'd sent it on purpose. No quote this time, just the signature. Because he wanted her to notice. He wanted her to look at the initials and remember where she'd seen them before.
He was telling her: It was me. In the bathroom. I'm the one who writes to you. And now she had a choice.
Y/n sat up abruptly. Grabbed her phone. Her fingers moved fast, opening Weverse. She didn't overthink it, if she overthought it, she'd talk herself out of it. She needed to send a signal. Something he would understand if he saw it. Something no one else would think twice about.
She arranged the letters on her bed, just a few of them from tonight's batch, stacked casually, none of their contents visible. Then she placed the pastel blue envelope on top. And beside it, almost touching, the dark gray handkerchief with the corner folded just enough to not show the KS stitching.
The photo looked innocent. Just an idol showing love for fan letters.She uploaded it.
Caption:
"Something scary happened today with people who don't know how to respect boundaries 😤. But overall, I'm happy right now. Feeling peaceful and positive after opening your letters and reading them. You always give me happiness and comfort💗. I really do read them, so please don't stop writing to me! I love you all so much, and I love every word you send me. Your encouragement means everything.
About what happened today, don't worry about me. I'm fine now. Someone actually saved me when it happened. I'm going to call him my secret superhero 🙈. I hope he sees this post and knows I'm grateful to him forever.
Don't forget to come see me at the next fan meeting. I miss you more than you miss me, you know. Love you all 💕"
She stared at the caption for a long moment before posting. Secret superhero. That was clear enough, right? If he was watching, if he followed her posts the way she suspected he did, he'd understand. He'd see the envelope and the handkerchief side by side and know she'd connected the dots.
The blank letter had been his way of nudging her toward the truth.This was hers.
୨ৎ
Across the city, in a room much quieter than hers, a phone lit up on a nightstand.
A young man with sharp, fox-like hazel eyes sat up in bed, heart already pounding before he even unlocked the screen. He'd set notifications for her Weverse posts months ago. Every single one, he saw within seconds.
He opened the photo first.
Pastel blue envelope. Dark gray handkerchief. Placed deliberately. She knew.Then he read the caption.
Secret superhero? His chest went tight.
She wasn't just thanking a stranger. She was thanking him. Specifically him. She was telling him she understood, that she'd figured out the letters and the bathroom and the initials all belonged to the same person, Kim sunoo.
And then "Don't forget to come see me at the next fan meeting." She was telling him to come. Not just to lurk in the back with the cameras and the staff seats as usual. To actually come. To sit in front of her.
She wanted to meet him.
Sunoo set the phone down on his chest and stared at the ceiling, the same way she'd been staring at hers minutes earlier.
She'd seen his face. During the chaos, in the bathroom she'd looked right at him. Unmasked. Would she recognize him at the fan meeting? He always wore a cap and mask to events, stayed in the back, never approached the stage. That was the point. To see without being seen.
But now she wanted to be seen. He didn't know if that made him more terrified or more alive.
Two weeks went by, the group only had one fan meeting scheduled. One single day. So she had to do something, in case he showed up again and tried to hide behind his face mask and cap. She managed to convince her stylist to put her in pastel blue. The exact shade of his envelopes. And right before walking on stage, she tied the handkerchief into her ponytail.
See this? she thought, touching the soft fabric. This is for you. I know you're here. Come to me. Don't just watch from the back.
The fan meeting hall buzzed with energy, hundreds of fans lined up, clutching albums and letters, their excitement a living thing in the air. The members sat on stage in a neat row, smiling bright as the first wave approached for autographs and photos.
Y/n was extra attentive that day. Her eyes kept darting to every person who walked toward her. She greeted each one warmly, signed albums with little hearts, took selfies, laughed at their jokes but her mind wasn't fully there. Her gaze kept flickering to the back rows, scanning faces behind masks and caps and huge cameras.
Hoping for him.
She did all the cringy poses the fans loved. Said her hellos with practiced brightness. But underneath the performance, her pulse was a quiet drumbeat asking the same question over and over:
Is he here? Watching me?
It had been an hour now. No sign of him. Did he not see her post? Not notice what she wore today, the handkerchief tied in plain sight? Or did he see it all and still decide to hide?
Because she had nothing else left. No other way to drag him into coming up and facing her.
She got quieter as the hour stretched. Her energy dropped. No matter how hard she tried to hype herself back up, because the fans deserved the best she could give, because she loved them and they loved her, and besides, this was literally her job, she couldn't fake her way out of disappointment.
She'd hoped so hard. Dressed specially. Tied his handkerchief like a secret message. And for what? To end this event empty-handed?
Minutes ticked by. Her smile became a little more forced, just enough to not upset the fans but the spark in her eyes dulled. Every time a new fan approached with their album, she smiled and signed it..but her gaze kept drifting to the back.
No tall guy in black. No cap. No mask hiding those sharp fox-like eyes. Nothing.
Her heart sank further with each passing minute. Maybe he didn't see her post. Or maybe -worse- he saw it and chose to ignore it on purpose. Like he didn't want to meet her at all. Despite everything. The letters. Saving her that day.
A quiet sadness settled over her. Not anger or frustration. Just genuine disappointment. I had hoped so hard.
There were only twenty minutes left when she did the math. He had to make a decision now, either show up in the seat in front of her, or not. Either way, she'd know. Either way, she'd be sitting here, disappointed, and he'd be the reason.
The line of fans thinned out. Final stretch of signatures and photos. Staff began organizing the last few attendees, ushering them forward quickly, efficiently, like machinery winding down.
When only five minutes were left, Mimi lost hope.
The current fan moved to the next member, and she leaned down to put a gift into the box under the table. She felt the shadow of the next fan already settling into the chair in front of her. She gulped internally, forced a smile, and lifted her head.
"Hi ther--"
She cut off as her eyes widened and goosebumps ran all over her body.
It was him.
But with a mask on and cap pulled low. But she knew those eyes better than her own.
"You came."
The words came out almost a whisper, disbelief and relief tangled together. She tried hard to hide her shock. Cameras everywhere. Staff right behind her. Let's not forget about them.
Now what? Two and a half minutes per fan. That's all she got. That's all she had as she stared back into those hazel foxy, sharp eyes.
The moment their eyes met, those unmistakable brown irises behind the black mask the world around her slowed to a crawl. It was really him.
KS.. The guy who saved her, the one who wrote those letters for months without signing his name. The one whose handkerchief was tied in her hair right now. Sitting right in front of her. Quiet as ever. Not saying a word.
A wave of goosebumps exploded across her skin. Not from fear this time, but pure shock mixed with something electric. Joy? Nervousness? Relief? All of it.
"You came," she whispered again. And he just..stared. No smile. No greeting. Just intense eye contact that felt like it could burn through the cameras and the staff members watching behind her.
The clock ticked: two minutes left.
Say something, say something, say something. That's all that ran through her mind as she grabbed the album in front of her and started signing. Usually they ask for the fan's name so they could write something personal on the album too. She had to take the chance. She knew he was KS, but she didn't know his actual name.
"Your name, handsome guy?"
She used her usual sweet tone for fans, especially guys. It sounded cringy, she knew. But she had to say something to keep it normal for the staff and cameras. And she needed him to speak.
The second she called him "handsome guy" in that sweet, practiced fan-meeting tone, the one she used for all male fans, her own voice sounded a little too cheerful. A little too public. Like nothing was different about this moment.
She waited as she signed, her eyes trembling between his face and the album. Ninety seconds left.
The seconds slipped away fast. Staff would soon signal the next fan to come up, cutting this moment short if he didn't respond. She kept signing his album with shaky hands, her signature neat but slightly wobbly from nerves. Her eyes flicked between his face and the page. Those sharp brown eyes staring right through her like they were memorizing every flicker of her expression.
He still hadn't said anything. No name. No greeting. Nothing. Just silence, heavy and tense beneath the surface of a normal-looking fan meeting interaction.The staff member behind her cleared her throat softly. A quiet warning.
She kept writing, waiting.
The pen hovered. Her heart pounded so hard she felt like everyone could hear it. Seconds ticked down, seventy-five… sixty…
And then -finally- he moved. Slowly, carefully, he lifted the edge of his mask just enough to expose his mouth. Not the whole thing -too risky, cameras everywhere- but now she could see his lips clearly for the first time. Soft. Pinkish-tan. Natural. Well-shaped and plumped.
He opened them slightly.
"Sunoo."
A single word. Deep and smooth. Nothing like what she'd imagined after all those letters. Soft but deep voice. She froze for a second before nodding, biting her lower lip, not bothering to hide her smile.
Finally.
"Sunoo," she repeated. "Sounds beautiful." She set the marker down and focused on his face. His eyes. "So tell me, Sunoo… did you like our last album?"
The moment she said his name, her smile bloomed bright and unfiltered. Not the polite fan-service smile anymore. This was real. Warm. Happy.
"And did you pick a favorite? I'm very interested."
She tried the trick that always made fans melt, girls or guys, didn't matter. She put her hands on the table, fingers slightly parted, palms up. An invitation to hold hands. Hoping he wouldn't embarrass her.
Sunoo looked at her hands. Didn't move right away. For half a second, his eyes dropped to her open palm..then flickered back to her face.
Then, slowly, he lifted his own hand.
If anyone focused on them, they'd notice immediately the way she reached for him the moment his hands came closer. She grabbed them and hugged his fingers with hers. Warm. They were so warm and soft. He still hadn't answered, but they had only forty-five seconds left.
The second her fingers curled around his -warm, soft, surprisingly gentle despite the cameras watching- the whole world narrowed to that single point of contact. Her skin against his. A quiet intimacy in a room full of people.
"Oh, come on, you gotta tell me!" she said with sudden energy, shaking their joined hands. "What about this, I'll tell you which one is my favorite first, then you!"
She caught the sight of his ears turning bright red. So she actually had some effect on him. And the way his eyes wrinkled, went from sharp to soft for a split second.
"Mine is 'Velvet Touch,'" she said, then chuckled. A whisper, like it was a secret she shouldn't share. Her fingers hugged his. It felt exactly like a velvet touch. She waited for his response. Twenty seconds left.
The seconds dropped like stones. Twenty… nineteen… eighteen… She started counting in her head, eyes locked on his face. The softness from earlier was still there, but now mixed with something else. Urgency? Panic? He still hadn't answered. No song. No "I like…" Nothing. Just silence and those deep brown eyes darting between her face and the approaching staff member.
Her heart sank slightly. Was he not going to say anything at all?
She stared back at him, her eyes clinging to his foxy ones. Her fingers tightened slightly on his. Ten seconds left.
"Hmm? You like which one, Sunoo?"
The clock was merciless. And he finally seemed to snap out of his frozen daze when she tightened her grip and whispered that question. That tone. That soft question just for him. The way she said his name again.
Something broke through. No more hesitation.
"Velvet Touch too."
A pause.
Then, quieter deep but , almost shy:
"My favorite song too."
Right when the staff started telling him to move and grabbed her hands to pull them off his, she had to let go.
"You've got taste, Sunoo," she said, her voice coming out more desperate than she meant as they made him stand. "Come back again next time,I will be waiting!."
Somehow, he pulled a letter from his jacket and slid it to her just as the next fan sat down. She grabbed it immediately, thanked him, and tucked it into the box under the table, making a mental note to sneak it into her pocket later. She fought the urge to glance at him as he moved past the table. Forced herself to focus on the girl now sitting in front of her.
But her heart was still drumming harder than ever.
୨ৎ
Y;/n couldn't wait until they wrapped up and got back to the dorm to read it. As soon as the event ended, she excused herself to the bathroom, pulled the letter from where she'd tucked it into her skirt waistband under her blouse, and opened it. Eager to know what he wrote this time. Knowing that she knew who he was now. Was it different? Or the same? A poem?
Her fingers trembled as she unfolded it, a simple folded piece of pastel blue paper, the same shade as all his letters before. But something felt different now. This wasn't anonymous. This wasn't just "KS" hiding behind poetry and distance. Now she knew who he was..Sunoo, her savior.
And yet she still opened it with bated breath,curious, nervous, hopeful.
The letter unfolded easily, revealing neat handwriting. The same elegant cursive she'd memorized from months of anonymous letters. But this time, something was different. No poem. No poetic metaphor about the stars or her smile though he'd written things like that before.
Instead, a single paragraph, short, direct, and devastatingly honest written in dark brown ink:
"I'm glad I saved you, to be your hero when you were always mine. I will always be, so don't worry. I'm also sorry that I scared you. I just wanted to help but was shocked too and didn't know how to react exactly. I just wanted to wipe your tears away, I swear."
That was it. No flourish. No quote. Just raw, unfiltered Sunoo: vulnerable, sincere, and achingly real.
Her breath hitched -once, twice- as she read the lines over and over. Not a poem. Not a pretty metaphor. Just him. "I will always be." A promise. No games. No hiding behind initials anymore. He had just confessed in writing that he saved her not by accident, but because some part of him already loved her, even if neither of them knew it yet.
And then came the apology, the quiet admission that seeing her tear-streaked face terrified him too. That he didn't know how to comfort someone so precious without making things worse. But still: "I just wanted to wipe your tears away."
The innocence in those words crushed her heart.
The letter stayed clutched in her hands long after she left the bathroom. She didn't show it to anyone, not her roommate, not a manager, not even a friend who might've noticed how distracted she was that night.
Back at the dorm, she changed into pajamas but couldn't bring herself to sleep. Every time she closed her eyes, Sunoo's face appeared, the way his fox-like eyes softened when he held her hand, how quietly intense he looked behind that mask, and now those words: "I will always be."
They looped in her mind like a song on repeat, playing over and over with no off switch. She turned onto one side of the bed, then flipped back again. Checked under her pillow where his letter rested safely tucked away.
She slept for ten minutes. Maybe twenty. Maybe an hour max. But every time sleep came near, reality kicked back in: He wrote this.
୨ৎ
Sunoo
Three floors below the group dorm, in an apartment he'd paid double the normal rent for just to be as close as possible, Sunoo lay on his bed.
Dim lights. AC blasting cold. Sweat on his skin anyway.
A mess of soft whimpers and deep moans filled the silent room, one hand pressed against his eyes, the other buried inside his shorts. The same hands that had held hers hours ago were now jerking him off, overstimulated because he was still hard even after coming twice already.
The apartment was too quiet, even for midnight. His bedroom door was locked. Curtains drawn. AC blasting cold air to mask the heat radiating off his body.
Sunoo lay on his back, shirtless now, sweating despite the chill, his chest rising and falling fast as he panted through clenched teeth. His hands -those same hands that had held Y/n's just hours ago- were both occupied now: one tangled in his hair on his forehead, gripping tightly like an anchor; the other buried under shorts that had been pushed down halfway over his hips.
"Umm!..!"
A second round hadn't helped. Not at all. In fact, it made it worse.
Every time he closed his eyes, there she was. Smiling. Holding his hand. Calling him "handsome guy" with that sweet voice. That tiny shake of her fingers when she laughed. And then, the moment they touched.
God.
With a loud whimper, he came for the third time, tears threatening to spill, lips bleeding after he'd been chewing on them for the past hot hour. He knew this was wrong. Very wrong. Sinful. Maybe disgusting. And he was probably going to regret it later.
But at the moment? He felt like a cat in heat.
The way she'd called his name for the first time. Reached for his hands first. Laughed with him and smiled at him. Wore his handkerchief as a hair tie and wore his favorite color on her outfit. Everything was just too much for his heart -and his throbbing cock- to not react.
There was a part no one knew about. She was older than him by only two years, but that still counted. It led to him dreaming of calling her noona. But would he dare? Not to her face. But maybe in his current situation, he wouldn't just cry her name, but noona too.
The third orgasm hit him like a tidal wave, uncontrollable, overwhelming, ruining him. He arched off the bed with a muffled cry, biting down hard on his lower lip to keep from yelling her name out loud. The taste of blood bloomed in his mouth. He hadn't even noticed.
Tears pricked the corners of his eyes, not from sadness or regret, but from sheer emotional overload. Every nerve in his body was fried: overstimulated physically and mentally by what had just happened today.
Y/n. Smiling at him. Calling him Sunoo. Holding his hand first. Wearing pastel blue, the color he associated with letters and secrets. And tying his handkerchief around her hair like it meant something sacred.It was too much for someone as emotionally restrained as Sunoo to handle.
Just as he was whining like a lost dog coming down from that orgasm, his phone binged with a notification from WeVerse. He grabbed it with his clean hand, and his heart drummed louder and harder as he gulped down hardly.
She posted.
A selfie with the outfit from the meeting, showing the handkerchief and part of her blouse, smiling wide.
"Thank you guys for coming today, best day ever 🥺💗! I received a lot of love today and it felt special for some reason! Let's meet again and again and again! Because you guys are my saviors, my heroes. Every time I feel like life is being harsh on me, you show up and light it up. Keep on saving me and I will keep on giving you reasons to do so! Sleep tight and let's dream of each other 🙊💌!!"
It sounded normal. But it wasn't. It was directed at someone specific, and he knew it.
Then the caption. So sweet. So public. But every word was laced with something private, directed at him. "Best day ever." "It felt special." Savior. Hero. Lighting life when harsh.
And that last line: "Let's dream of each other!!"
With a dash between "each other" like punctuation only they would understand.
Sunoo winced audibly this time -a soft, broken sound from deep in his throat- as another wave of arousal crashed over him. For the next minutes, he was just a mess. Sloppy and loud. A whore in heat and need.
The notification remained on his screen, Y/n's glowing smile, the handkerchief like a flag claiming her affection for him. But Sunoo wasn't reading anymore. He couldn't. His brain short-circuited the second that word "each other" sank in with a dash, with meaning, with her looking at that photo and knowing he would see it.
And he did. He saw everything. Every subtext. Every hidden confession in her public post.
And his body didn't care about dignity or control right now, not one bit.
Within seconds, he was back to touching himself again. Rougher this time. Desperate and messy. No patience left for slow buildup or restraint. Her words played on loop behind his closed eyelids as he moaned louder than before, unfiltered sounds filling the quiet apartment.
"U-uhh!.. "
The sounds he made weren't quiet. No soft whimpers or muffled groans. This was loud. Unrestrained. A mess of needy, breathless moans and sharp gasps as he gave in completely to the fantasy she had just fed him with that post.
Every thrust of his hips into his warm soft palm. Every rough slide of skin on sweatpants fabric. All of it because of her. That selfie. That handkerchief. "Each other."
She didn't say it out loud. But she might as well have screamed: "I know you're KS. I know you came today for me."
And Sunoo couldn't handle that level of direct affection, especially from someone like her, kind and radiant, who wore his color like a declaration.
He came again quickly. The fourth time. And this time it wasn't pleasure anymore. It was overload. Emotional collapse mixed with physical exhaustion. Very dry because he already milked himself empty three times before.
"Ahghh-.."
The noises he made weren't pretty or poetic. They were raw, animalistic, and desperate. Each moan ripped from his chest like a confession he couldn't contain.
"Y-Y/n…"
Her name spilled out first, whispered, then louder as the tension peaked. Not in anger. Not in annoyance. But with pure longing. Then came something unexpected. Something no one would ever believe if they heard it. Between heavy breaths and choked gasps, he sobbed it. Not just said it. He screamed:
"Noona!~"
Loud enough that the walls might have vibrated, if anyone had been awake three floors above him to hear through the ceiling. A term of endearment. A call for comfort. For closeness. And though she was only two years older, calling her "noona" felt so right on his tonguea title laced with respect, affection, maybe even worship.
"N-Noona~.."
And it kept getting worse. Hotter. Harder to control. After seeing her post? Her selfie? His mind got foggy. It was even harder because he was almost dry at this point, came three times, milked himself dry, and now it was almost painful and torturous.
His phone lay thrown beside him. His free hand went to his throat. An image flashed behind his eyes: his idol, his noona, from that one music video. A duet dance where she wrapped her hand around the male dancer's throat and bit down on it, a vampire concept. He found himself leaning his neck to the side as he tightened his own fingers around it head thrown back and eyes shut,his Adam's apple scratching his throat, the other hand still stroking fast, the sloppy wet noises audible in the quiet room and everytime it slide over te swollen tip, he bites his bottom lip harder and moan louder.
The air turned thick. Stifling. Electric. Sunoo was burning up, sweat glistening on his collarbones and forehead despite the AC blasting cold. His body ached from overuse but his mind refused to shut down.
That selfie. Her smile. The handkerchief tied like a promise,everything about today, just everything!. And now the memory of her MV role: that slow, seductive dance scene where she played a vampire princess, her pale fingers wrapping around the male lead's throat during their duet. A soft bite on his neck. Control. Power. Dominance laced with intimacy.
He didn't realize it at first. But as he touched himself faster, sloppier, something primal took over.
"Uhh.. "
He tilted his head to one side -exposing more of that long pale neck- and tightened his own fingers around it just slightly.
"Yes, Sunoo, keep going for noona, sweetie~"
Something like her voice whispered in his head.
The imaginary whisper, soft, sweet, and so like her voice, slid into his mind like honeyed silk. It wasn't real. She hadn't actually said that. But in the haze of overstimulation, exhaustion, and pure obsession, his brain conjured her tone perfectly, the warm lilt she used with fans, the gentle teasing he'd only ever dreamed of hearing from her.
And now she was telling him to keep going. Praising him quietly. Calling him "sweetie." Encouraging every rough stroke as if she were right there watching, loving it.
"I-It's too much!.. "
He whimpered at the fantasy, the pressure on his throat mimicking hers in that MV scene but this time not just a vampire bite. Now it felt tender. Affectionate.
"One last time for noona, I know you can" the voice murmured in his mind like a lullaby made of sin and devotion. "Show me how desperate you are. Can you? Will you be a good boy and listen to noona?"
Each word dripped with sweet authority, the kind that would make anyone weak.And Sunoo broke.
"I.. Ah!.. "
No more resistance. No pride. No cold image. Just pure, trembling surrender. His breath came in short gasps as he nodded frantically, even though she couldn't see him and redoubled his movements. Faster. Messier. More urgent than ever before.
Every thrust was an offering. Every whimper a prayer.
"For n-noona!.."
"I'm good.. I will be good!"
"Please noona!..too much~"
This orgasm hit him as hard as ever. He was overstimulated already. Had been like this for the past hour and change. It wrecked him because he was dry,nothing came out but his whole body shuddered and reacted. Almost like his soul left his body.
The orgasm hit like a lightning strike, violent, all-consuming, utterly devastating. But it wasn't physical release in the traditional sense. No cum. No warmth spreading through him. He was dry. Milked clean four times already. But his body was still wired beyond reason every nerve ending screaming from overstimulation, every muscle tensed like a bowstring about to snap.
And then bam. A wave of pure sensation crashed over him. Not pleasure exactly, but something deeper: emotional collapse mixed with sensory overload. His back arched off the bed violently as he shuddered from head to toe, eyes rolling slightly behind closed lids. His mouth fell open in a silent cry and loud gasb. Fingers still tangled at his throat. The other hand frozen mid-air where it had been moving.
"Ahh!!"
For one terrifyingly beautiful second, it felt like his soul left his body. And then he heard it again.
"Such a good boy for me, Sunoo~ You did good, sweetie! Noona is fascinated!"
And he actually cried. Literally cried. Overwhelmed and all.The imaginary praise , soft, warm, so affectionate echoed in his ears like a lullaby from heaven. And that was it. The dam broke. Messy and sobbing.
Sunoo didn't just cry quietly. He wiped. Big, twinkling tears streaming down his flushed cheeks without warning. Not sad cries. Not angry ones. Just overwhelming emotion: relief, joy, disbelief that someone as perfect as Y/n the girl he'd loved silently for months would ever call him "good boy," would ever sound so proud of him.
He curled onto his side on the bed instantly, clutching a pillow to his chest like an anchor while hot tears soaked into the fabric. No one had called him "sweetie" or praised him with such tenderness before. Not even family or friends who knew how hard he worked behind closed doors.
He cried for a hot minute, specifically after coming down from his high. Reality hit him. What he'd just done. What he'd imagined. It was sinful. Filthy. Dirty. Pleasureful. Deadly wonderful. But also shameful. He thought that he was quite the opposite, a bad boy. A very bad one. Not like what the voices had told him.
The tears slowed, but the weight in his chest only grew heavier as reality crashed down hard and merciless.
One minute passed. Then another. And Sunoo lay there, staring blankly at the ceiling, heart pounding for a completely different reason now, not from arousal or fantasy, but from shame.
What had he just done?
He replayed it all. The desperate jerking. Screaming "noona." Imagining her voice calling him "good boy" like she loved him, like she was proud of him.
It felt sinful. Filthy. A violation of who he thought he was, the cold, composed person everyone respected. Someone disciplined and serious about image. Not some mess who cried over a woman's virtual praise after getting off multiple times in one night.
His stomach twisted with guilt.
He felt so bad for what he'd done. Disgusted with himself. Because if she ever found out about this in real life? He was absolutely done. Dead.
He pulled his drenched shorts on in a hurry and messy stumbled into the bathroom like a man running from his own sins. The tile floor was cold under his bare feet, but it didn't help, the shame burned through him anyway. He collapsed on the floor right in front of the toilet, knees drawn, His body trembled, not with fever or cold, but with pure emotional wreckage.
Coughs and gags wracked him, dry and painful, as tears spilled again without permission. He wanted to throw up. Really throw up. Like expel everything. All that filth he'd just indulged in. Every dirty fantasy about Y/n.
But nothing came. Just retching silence. A hollow ache in his stomach. And five agonizing minutes of this torment , him curled on cold tiles like a broken kitty regretting its own actions.
He calmed down a little and immediately stepped under the shower. Cold water like ice spilled over him as he gasped loudly and breathed heavily, holding onto the wall in front of him. He washed roughly, as if it was going to help.
The icy water hit his skin like punishment. Sharp. Stinging. Almost painful. He didn't care. He wanted the shock.
He stepped fully under the showerhead, clothes still half-on -he hadn't bothered to strip- and just let the cold cascade over him, soaking his hair, dripping down his face mixed with leftover tears n blood on his bottom lip.
A loud gasp escaped him as he braced both hands against the tile wall in front of him. The contrast between the feverish heat from earlier and this freezing water was too much for his overstimulated body.
But he endured. No turning it warm. No comfort. Just cleanse. Scrubbing roughly with a loofah after finally stripping off, shoulders, chest, arms. Like if he washed hard enough, maybe it could erase everything that had happened tonight.
When he got out, wrapped in a towel robe, he didn't hesitate. He grabbed the sheets -still warm from his body heat- and yanked them off the bed. No sentimental value. No "maybe I'll wash them later." They went straight into a black trash bag. Sealed shut. Like evidence being destroyed.
He changed quickly and avoided looking at his phone entirely. It sat on the nightstand, screen dark. Her WeVerse post probably still open on it. But he couldn't bring himself to check again.
Instead, he climbed back into bed -now with fresh sweatpants and long-sleeve shirt- and curled up under thick blankets like a child hiding from monsters,the monster being his own self.
And there he lay. Shivering, not from cold this time, but sickness and guilt gnawing at him mercilessly.
The apartment was dead silent. No music. No TV. Not even the hum of his laptop. Just Sunoo's quiet breathing and the occasional sniffle as he fought back fresh tears.
He stared at nothing, the wall across from him, a random crack in the paint, but saw nothing. His mind replayed every second: how loud he'd been earlier screaming for her.
And now this. Empty room. Clean bed. Dirty conscience.Guilt coiled around his chest like a snake, tightening with every breath. He wasn't used to feeling this way after something intimate or personal, because usually, he never did anything like this about someone real.
But Y/n wasn't just some fantasy crush anymore and he thought, maybe he went to far..maybe he should stop and let go.
Can someone PLEASE make a Sunoo fanfic out of this idea?? Like, do I have to search for hours to find one?? , and I’m giving it to you for FREE. I don’t want anything in return except a tag. If you know how to write and wanna take this idea and run with it, PLEASEEEE tag me so I can read it!! Like I'm BEGGING
Here’s the idea: Sunoo is secretly obsessed with an idol named y/n. He’s been like this for months, ever since he discovered her group. She’s his number one, and now he’s lowkey stalking her, following her every move. He comes from a rich family, so that makes it easy for him to always get to where she is. But one day, she’s in a building for an interview promo shoot. Before the interview, Sunoo sneaks into the bathroom real quick before her group arrives (according to the schedule he got his hands on). Suddenly, while he’s in there, SOMEONE rushes in… and it’s HER. He’s the only one there. She’s shocked too but doesn’t have time to think, so she begs him not to expose her, quickly hides in one of the stalls, and seconds later, a bunch of obsessive sasaeng photographers rush in asking about her. Sunoo says no one’s here, they leave fast to chase after her, and then Sunoo locks the bathroom door, goes to check on her, and tells her they’re gone… but she’s already a mess. And yeah, there’s more details if anyone actually wants to write this just tell me and I’ll send the rest so this post doesn’t get way too long.
English isn't my first language so I'm not sure I can write it so why not giving it to someone who can!?
