summary. since the day you first picked up a racket, park sunghoon had been by your side. he had been your first badminton partner, first best friend, first loveâand despite the two of you never having a label, it felt like only something cosmic could come between you. but, when the pandemic makes the world shut down, sunghoon slowly disappears, leaving you in the dust with no explanation. now, as you start your senior year and the world starts to re-open, you try to move on from himâright when he suddenly enters your life again.
pairing. badminton player!sunghoon x badminton player!y/n
genre. social media + written au, high school au, athlete au, best friends to situationship to (sorta) strangers to lovers (goofy ass pipeline), angst, fluff, crack
disclaimers. swearing, badminton inaccuracies (PLEASEEE FORGIVE ME), suggestive humour, on that note: really terrible humour, i'm seriously unfunny it's like a disease, some badminton terms, ages are adjusted, ignore timestamps!
status. ongoing
taglist. open! please reply to this post or send an ask -(^o^)-
tracking tag. #series ; broken strings
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PROFILES
one | two | three
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CHAPTERS
PROLOGUE. what happened to altriusm
ONE. one could say she's Oscillating
TWO. past y/n just jumped in the air
THREE. who the fuck orders a caramel macchiato
FOUR. why the universe beats in time (2.2k)
FIVE. i'm too stupid to open my wallet âšď¸
SIX. cougar much (0.4k)
SIX POINT FIVE. valentine's '23
SEVEN. putting my Serious cap on
EIGHT. a new Emotionnnnnn đ
NINE. pack it up doctor strange
TEN. i need to be sedated
ELEVEN. CIGARETTES AFTER SEX.
TWELVE. this is still his dream (0.7k)
INTERLUDE I. suwon junior elite
THIRTEEN. why is there a Woman on my timeline
FOURTEEN. don't shut me out
FIFTEEN. satan 3
SIXTEEN. just sneezed. who's talking shit
SEVENTEEN. did you just call me a hotpocket
EIGHTEEN. jfc not this Buffoon again
NINETEEN. tell him i said âwomp womp đâ đ (1.5k)
TWENTY. UNCONSENTED FOOTPRINT ON MY ASS
TWENTY ONE. brah i am no mathematician
TWENTY TWO. this fucking goon thinks i'm a boat
TWENTY THREE. jerking it is temporary. Swag is forever (0.9k)
summary. the slow life on the west coast was something you've always wanted to escapeâand yet, after four draining years of trying to keep up with the hustle leave you empty and lost, you find yourself back under the same skies of southern california, in the same suburbs that smell of tobacco and eucalyptus, bumping into the same person you thought you'd left behind along with your old life.
pairing. heeseung x y/n
genre. exes to lovers, summer au, angst, fluff, suggestive
est word count. 15k
disclaimers. swearing, alcohol use, smoking, sex (no explicit smut), mentioned mental illness, heeseung and y/n are both painfully human, heeseung is a bartender. and also rides a motorcycle, etc. (stc)
author's note. because my legacy can't be the bumass twitch streamer aus đ i have VISIONS for this fic like i made a moodboard. I have never made a fucking moodboard in my life. i hope everyone sees my visions because Oughhh i swear on everything i own they're insane. will release when it's done! >:D
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THANK YOU OH MY OGFD đđđ YES !! broken strings is SO back i'm Determined this time to not neglect it i love my stupid little characters too much 𫡠YOU'RE SO SWEET HEHEH I LOVE YOU USER STARSHUAS đŤśđŤś
summary. since the day you first picked up a racket, park sunghoon had been by your side. he had been your first badminton partner, first best friend, first loveâand despite the two of you never having a label, it felt like only something cosmic could come between you. But, when the pandemic makes the world shut down, sunghoon slowly disappears, leaving you in the dust with no explanation. Now, as you start your senior year and the world starts to re-open, you try to move on from himâright when he suddenly enters your life again.
pairing. badminton player!sunghoon x badminton player!y/n
genre. social media + written au, high school au, athlete au, best friends to situationship to (sorta) strangers to lovers (goofy ass pipeline), angst, fluff, crack
disclaimers. swearing, badminton inaccuracies (PLEASEEE FORGIVE ME), suggestive humour, on that note: really terrible humour, i'm seriously unfunny it's like a disease, some badminton terms, ages are adjusted, ignore timestamps!
status. ongoing
taglist. open! please reply to this post or send an ask -(^o^)-
tracking tag. #series ; broken strings
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PROFILES
one | two | three
¡ ⢠ââ ٠⤠٠ââ ⢠¡
CHAPTERS
PROLOGUE. what happened to altriusm
ONE. one could say she's Oscillating
TWO. past y/n just jumped in the air
THREE. who the fuck orders a caramel macchiato
FOUR. why the universe beats in time (2.2k)
FIVE. i'm too stupid to open my wallet âšď¸
SIX. cougar much (0.4k)
SIX POINT FIVE. valentine's '23
SEVEN. putting my Serious cap on
EIGHT. a new Emotionnnnnn đ
NINE. pack it up doctor strange
TEN. i need to be sedated
ELEVEN. CIGARETTES AFTER SEX.
TWELVE. this is still his dream (0.7k)
INTERLUDE I. suwon junior elite
THIRTEEN. why is there a Woman on my timeline
FOURTEEN. don't shut me out
FIFTEEN. satan 3
SIXTEEN. just sneezed. who's talking shit
SEVENTEEN. did you just call me a hotpocket
EIGHTEEN. jfc not this Buffoon again
NINETEEN. tell him i said âwomp womp đâ đ (1.5k)
TWENTY. UNCONSENTED FOOTPRINT ON MY ASS
TWENTY ONE. brah i am no mathematician
TWENTY TWO. this fucking goon thinks i'm a boat
TWENTY THREE. jerking it is temporary. Swag is forever (0.9k)
SUMMARY. Since the day you first picked up a racket, Park Sunghoon had been by your side. He had been your first badminton partner, first best friend, first loveâand despite the two of you never having a label, it felt like only something cosmic could come between you. But, when the pandemic makes the world shut down, Sunghoon slowly disappears, leaving you in the dust with no explanation. Now, as you start your senior year and the world starts to re-open, you try to move on from himâright when he suddenly enters your life again.
A/N. u didn't hear it from me but there's a guy named Final Arc whispering in my ear about how he's Impending
SUMMARY. Since the day you first picked up a racket, Park Sunghoon had been by your side. He had been your first badminton partner, first best friend, first loveâand despite the two of you never having a label, it felt like only something cosmic could come between you. But, when the pandemic makes the world shut down, Sunghoon slowly disappears, leaving you in the dust with no explanation. Now, as you start your senior year and the world starts to re-open, you try to move on from himâright when he suddenly enters your life again.
Dread had started to worm its way into you around halfway through the match.
At first, it had settled in the pit of your stomach, before sprawling through the rest of your body. The gap in the score grew larger, and so did dreadâs grip on your lungsâyou choked on it as your opponent won the match with a point youâre convinced you shouldâve been able to get, as you shook her hand and barely managed out a faint âgood gameâ through clenched teeth, as your father screamed at you for ânot even tryingâ and âwasting everyoneâs time.â
No. This isnât how it was supposed to go.
You desperately wished you could stand your ground; push the clog in your throat down and stave off the fear long enough that you could walk away with some shred of dignity. Maybe then, your father wouldnât cause a scene in front of all your peers and their nosey, nosey parents, and you wouldnât be frozen with terror at the thought of those vultures thronging together in their parent group chats to feast on your humiliation.
But your body has other plans, and by the time your red-faced father finishes his barrage, you feel like youâre about to hurl.
Air-conditioning bites at your sweat-glazed skin as you burst into the hallway. Youâre shaking, trying to make sense of your surroundings as the tingling in your limbs and the alarms in your brainâget out, get out, get outâbecome more and more unbearable. Each step you take feels heavier, until you feel like youâre moving faster than your body actually is.
Breathing hurts, and god, would it kill someone for the room to stop spinningâ
The metal of the emergency exit door presses up against your forearm as you push through to the other side.
Does everyone hate me? Does Jake hate me? Does Chaeryeong hate me?
Sunghoon. Please, Sunghoonâ
Your knees give out.
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Badminton runs a small circle. The business of one is the business of all. People talk, no matter how uninvited.
Sunghoon knows what your father is like, just like how he knows how his cruelty affects you. Perhaps that's why sirens started sounding off in his head the second someone mentioned that you'd been talking to your fatherâbecause he can feel the before, during, and after underneath his fingers, even when he doesn't have the right to play the tune anymore.
It takes him five minutes to find you. A year isn't a long enough time for him to unlearn you, it seems.
After running nearly the entire length of the venue, Sunghoon bursts through the same door you had, ending up on a concrete landing of a fire escape. His eyes dart around frantically before landing on you, wedged in the corner, rocking back and forth as you sobbed into your knees.
Taking in a trembling breath at the sight, he doesn't hesitate to let his knees hit the ground with a hollow thud.
You don't realize that he's there. You can't process anything over the ringing in your ears or the ruthless cold chills ceaselessly ripping through your body that you pathetically try to ward off by digging your nails into the meat of your thighs. You feel like you're slipping out of your own bodyâ
âuntil you feel him.
No matter how much time passes or how much anger you feel towards him, Sunghoon never grows less careful with you.
His hands are large and soft, warm on your bare calves as he coaxes your curled-up form to unfold. In your weakness, your body betrays your pride. You follow his guidance and fall against him, limp.
You had almost forgotten what it felt like to be held by him.
"Breathe," Sunghoon whispers through the noise. One of his arms tugs you closer by your waist, while the other nestles against your shoulders. Not caring about how sweaty you were, he presses your face into his neck, deft fingers undoing your ponytail so that they can card through your hair from the top to the ends.
"Breathe, pretty. In for four, out for six. Like this."
He demonstrates, taking in a deep, audible breath; holding it for four counts before letting it out in a slow exhale. You're still panicking, choked-up sounds tumbling past your lips against his collarbone, but Sunghoon's hand on your waist is infuriatingly patient, rubbing up and down your side.
Drawing in a sharp, shaky breath, you try to copy his motions. In, hold, out, hold. You still feel awful, dread gnawing at your stomachâbut the fog shrouding your mind clears just enough for you to gasp out a mangled, "HâHoon."
You don't notice how he softens at the sound of your voice. "Yeah, it's me. I'm here. You're okay."
"I lost singles," you choke out.
"Doesn't matter. It's just one tournament, pretty."
"I ruinedâhicâI ruined everything."
"No."
"I ruined e-everythingâ"
Sunghoon's gaze grows more pained as he watches you, trying to stem your tears with light, shaky fingers. He tries to sound level-headed, not wanting you to feel worse, but his voice comes out rushed and desperate.
How could you think this was your fault?
"No, you didn't. You didn't ruin anything. I ruined everything. Iâ" His breath stutters. I fucked us up, he was about to say.
"Just take a deep breath, okay? Please."
Slowly, the worst of the storm blows over; your limbs soften, it hurts less to breathe, and the all-consuming, gut-wrenching dread gives way to a bone-deep exhaustion. Despite your protests, Sunghoon had managed to get you to a nearby water fountain, filling up a paper cup before handing it to you.
You're not sure if it's the iciness of the water that gives you a reality check, but you're suddenly glaringly aware of what had just happened, and embarrassment rolls through you. A groan almost leaves you, but you bite your tongue at the last second.
"What time is it?" you ask quietly.
"2:55," Sunghoon answers.
You want to snapâtell him to fuck off, that you were fully capable of dealing with your own episodesâbut you can't.
You can't, because he's leaning against the wall next to the water fountain, watching you, waiting for you patiently. You can tell he's concerned, but he doesn't show it because you don't like it when people pity you. There isn't a single speck of smugness in his demeanour despite the fact that you're objectively falling apart without him.
You don't have the slightest clue how he even knew you were panicking or how he found you, but he somehow still showed up, and calmed you down like no time had passed and nothing had ever happened.
Fuck, fuck, fuck. So stupid and kind and patient. Fucking asshole.
Sunghoon's eyes widen as you suddenly spin around and start to briskly make your way in the other direction. He stumbles a little as he pushes off the wall, sputtering, "Whaâ hey, where're you going?"
"I have to play doubles at three," you say curtly.
Fingers wrap around your wrist, just as firm as they are pleading when you try to shake them off. "Ten already talked to the organizers. You don't have to play today."
Your steps come to a halt. "What?"
"The match hasn't been canceled, you'll just play it tomorrow instead," he explains, subconsciously thumbing over the skin of your wrist out of habit. "And you're exhausted, Y/N."
You blink, once, twice. Hoarsely, you ask, "Is Chaeryeong mad?"
"No. She was worried that you weren't picking up your phone."
"Oh." Quiet settles over the two of you as you turn the idea over in your head, trying to process it. "Then... then I think I'll go back to my hotel room, then."
Sunghoon wonders if he looks as desperate as he feelsâif you can tell that there are so many things he wants to say to you and that he's furiously beating himself up in his head because of how, in the rare moment where he has you for even a few seconds, all of those words suddenly die in the back of his throat.
"Let me walk you back," is all he manages.
"No," you blurt, eyes widening as you watch his face drop. Trying so hard to ignore how his eyes are slightly glassy. "I'llâ I'll walk back on my own."
Spinning on your heel again, you have to screw your eyes shut to block out the urge to look back.
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PAIRING. park sunghoon x reader
SUMMARY. Since the day you first picked up a racket, Park Sunghoon had been by your side. He had been your first badminton partner, first best friend, first loveâand despite the two of you never having a label, it felt like only something cosmic could come between you. But, when the pandemic makes the world shut down, Sunghoon slowly disappears, leaving you in the dust with no explanation. Now, as you start your senior year and the world starts to re-open, you try to move on from himâright when he suddenly enters your life again.
summary. since the day you first picked up a racket, park sunghoon had been by your side. he had been your first badminton partner, first best friend, first loveâand despite the two of you never having a label, it felt like only something cosmic could come between you. But, when the pandemic makes the world shut down, sunghoon slowly disappears, leaving you in the dust with no explanation. Now, as you start your senior year and the world starts to re-open, you try to move on from himâright when he suddenly enters your life again.
pairing. badminton player!sunghoon x badminton player!y/n
genre. social media + written au, high school au, athlete au, best friends to situationship to (sorta) strangers to lovers (goofy ass pipeline), angst, fluff, crack
disclaimers. swearing, badminton inaccuracies (PLEASEEE FORGIVE ME), suggestive humour, on that note: really terrible humour, i'm seriously unfunny it's like a disease, some badminton terms, ages are adjusted, ignore timestamps!
status. ongoing
taglist. open! please reply to this post or send an ask -(^o^)-
tracking tag. #series ; broken strings
¡ ⢠ââ ٠⤠٠ââ ⢠¡
PROFILES
one | two | three
¡ ⢠ââ ٠⤠٠ââ ⢠¡
CHAPTERS
PROLOGUE. what happened to altriusm
ONE. one could say she's Oscillating
TWO. past y/n just jumped in the air
THREE. who the fuck orders a caramel macchiato
FOUR. why the universe beats in time (2.2k)
FIVE. i'm too stupid to open my wallet âšď¸
SIX. cougar much (0.4k)
SIX POINT FIVE. valentine's '23
SEVEN. putting my Serious cap on
EIGHT. a new Emotionnnnnn đ
NINE. pack it up doctor strange
TEN. i need to be sedated
ELEVEN. CIGARETTES AFTER SEX.
TWELVE. this is still his dream (0.7k)
INTERLUDE I. suwon junior elite
THIRTEEN. why is there a Woman on my timeline
FOURTEEN. don't shut me out
FIFTEEN. satan 3
SIXTEEN. just sneezed. who's talking shit
SEVENTEEN. did you just call me a hotpocket
EIGHTEEN. jfc not this Buffoon again
NINETEEN. tell him i said âwomp womp đâ đ (1.5k)
TWENTY. UNCONSENTED FOOTPRINT ON MY ASS
TWENTY ONE. brah i am no mathematician
TWENTY TWO. this fucking goon thinks i'm a boat
TWENTY THREE. jerking it is temporary. Swag is forever
SUMMARY. Since the day you first picked up a racket, Park Sunghoon had been by your side. He had been your first badminton partner, first best friend, first loveâand despite the two of you never having a label, it felt like only something cosmic could come between you. But, when the pandemic makes the world shut down, Sunghoon slowly disappears, leaving you in the dust with no explanation. Now, as you start your senior year and the world starts to re-open, you try to move on from himâright when he suddenly enters your life again.
TAGLIST. (since it's been so long (again) please let me know if you'd like to be added or removed!) @jiaant11 @jiawji @en-happiness @eneiyri @run2min @sungookie @oldjws @leaderwon @jwnghyuns @koizekomi @nctislifue
SUMMARY. Since the day you first picked up a racket, Park Sunghoon had been by your side. He had been your first badminton partner, first best friend, first loveâand despite the two of you never having a label, it felt like only something cosmic could come between you. But, when the pandemic makes the world shut down, Sunghoon slowly disappears, leaving you in the dust with no explanation. Now, as you start your senior year and the world starts to re-open, you try to move on from himâright when he suddenly enters your life again.
TAGLIST. (since it's been so long (again) please let me know if you'd like to be added or removed!) @jiaant11 @jiawji @en-happiness @eneiyri @run2min @sungookie @oldjws @leaderwon @jwnghyuns @koizekomi @nctislifue
TWENTY THREE. jerking it is temporary. Swag is forever
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The moon, full and gleaming in an inky sky, trails alongside the car through the still-busy streets of the city.Â
You canât see Chaeryeongâs face from the backseat. Itâs surely sour, considering how she wound up driving a flushed, tipsy Jake back home in his own car while the offender in question is sprawled out like a slob in the passenger seat, busy lamenting over the waitress not carding him for his first drink.
âCan you believe she didnât ask for my ID?â he exclaims, intonation a little funny. âFuck is the point of turning legal if you canât order drinks and then have the waiter be like, âCan I see your ID?â, and you get to whip that shit out like itâs a PSA ten Mega Charizard EX?â
âI bet she could tell that youâre a big fat nerd who makes women drive you home so she had to put you in your place and make you insecure about your age,â Chaeryeong grits out.
Jake flings an arm over his eyes with all the theatrics he can manage. âBut Chaer, Iâm the birthday boyyyyâŚâ he whines. âDonât I deserve to be pampered just one day out of the year?â
âI only agreed to this because Y/N didnât have a ride home, not because you got your ass blasted!â
âYou agreed to this because you care about meee~â
Sucking on your tongue to stop a laugh from slipping out, your head leans back against the headrest, lolling slightly to the side as you watched the two of them bicker like itâd kill them to do otherwiseâand when Chaeryeong takes advantage of a red light to reach over and pinch Jakeâs ear, you conveniently dart your eyes away.
Hm, you think. Ignoring the dying whale sounds. Carâs clean.
Jakeâs car is his fatherâs old Elantra. Youâve carpooled in it a few times to training and tournaments, and heâs managed to keep it in suspiciously good condition. No questionable teenage boy damage, as far as you can tellâthe leather interior is still sleek and comfortable, only softly worn at the edges. Surrounding tail lights illuminate the car with a fuzzy, red glow.
Drowsy from the ambiance, you let your eyes flutter shut.
Someone pokes your knee.
You shoot the perpetrator a half-hearted glare. âWhat?â
Jake is turned around his seat, arm raised, hand still curled limply from poking you. The dumbest smile ever is on his face. âY/N.â
âWhat?â
âWas tonight fun?â
You raise an eyebrow. âShouldnât I be the one asking you that?â
âI guess,â he says, shrugging. âBut, like, you were ogling Hoon the whole time. And I was too busy tryna forget that I have to be at Tenâs for six hours tomorrow to try and empath-read you.â
Pointing at the small ice cream cup in your hands, he adds flatly, âHe bought you that, by the way. If you couldnât tell. Like, I know Riki gave it to you, but câmon. Did you really think he bought it for you?â
You stiffen. I wasnât ogling him, you want to scoff, but nothing leaves your lips. Instead, you just stare at the cupâat the bit of ice cream leftover thatâd melted into a puddle of matcha vanilla swirl sadnessâbefore clearing your throat.Â
âYouâre at Tenâs for six hours?â you ask, diverting the subject. âFor what?â
âTen asked me to coach a beginner class a few days ago. Then, I have to train doubles with Hoon, and then we have group. I might fucking die.â
âMy dad also signed me up for a bunch of shit ahead of Busan,â you murmur.
Bitterness evident in your voice, you rattle off all the additional training sessions your father had decided you would be doing. When you finally finish, thereâs a beat of silence, beforeâ
âIs your dad trying to kill you?â Chaeryeong gawks.
You chuckle dryly, gaze falling back down to your lap. âWho knows? Thereâs no shot I suddenly just, like, get good at singles, so I have no idea why heâs making me train it so much. My only real chance at qualifying is with doubles.â
âI mean,â Jake starts. âIf you patched your relationship with Hoon, wouldnât that solve everything?âÂ
Those words ring through your head like a migraine. Wouldnât that solve everything? Is that all everyone believed?
Instead, you change the subject again. âChaer, can you turn the heater on? Itâs a little cold.â
As Chaeryeong fidgets with knobs on the dashboard, Jake rummages through the trunk of his seat. âHere, Y/N. I think thereâs a sweater in here, if you want.âÂ
A black zip-up is promptly tossed over his shoulder, falling into your lap. Instinctively, you turn it around in your hands. The fabric is oddly familiar, cold from sitting in a trunk yet still plush to the touch, and thatâs when you noticeâa small tear on the left sleeve.
Your fingers still. You turn it around more frantically.
This is Sunghoonâs sweater.Â
The one heâd gotten a few years ago, that had a rip in the sleeve from a tree branch that one time the two of you went down to the creek behind the school. There are alarms in your head, ringingâthis is Sunghoonâs sweaterâand, without thinking, you lift it to your nose.
Rosewood and sea salt. Youâd recognize that anywhere.
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PAIRING. park sunghoon x reader
SUMMARY. Since the day you first picked up a racket, Park Sunghoon had been by your side. He had been your first badminton partner, first best friend, first loveâand despite the two of you never having a label, it felt like only something cosmic could come between you. But, when the pandemic makes the world shut down, Sunghoon slowly disappears, leaving you in the dust with no explanation. Now, as you start your senior year and the world starts to re-open, you try to move on from himâright when he suddenly enters your life again.
A/N. i missed these stupid chuds. hehe hi everyone
TAGLIST. (since it's been so long (again) please let me know if you'd like to be added or removed!) @jiaant11 @jiawji @en-happiness @eneiyri @run2min @sungookie @oldjws @leaderwon @jwnghyuns @koizekomi @nctislifue COULDN'T TAG. @mrchweeee @velvtcherie @haechansbbg
hi gang. i humbly present you two Concepts of Plans
if everyone could let me know which one sounds cooler that would be great heheh. then i can focus on one and hopefully keyword hopefully release in may or june đ
