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Summary: It was simple. Go back to South Korea, take his inheritance from his late father, leave, and never return. But it wasn't simple for Park Sunghoon when he discovered that in order to receive his inheritance, his father required an heir and family from him.
Then came you. A mess, carrying an eight-month old baby, scared of the world. Sunghoon needed a family, you needed protection and shelter. Filling each other's needs, the two of you arranged a marriage of convenience for a year. It’s that simple. You two convinced, not until lines started to blur and wants started to diminish your supposed needs.
Last installment of Big reputations series.
✰ Song inspirations: Getaway car by Taylor Swift, Video games by Lana del Rey, Guilty as sin? by Taylor Swift
✰ Word count: 25.7k
✰ Tags: CEO au, marriage of convenience au, slow-burn? idk, aged-up characters (they’re in their late twenties,) CEO! Park Sunghoon, single mother! Reader, angst, a dash of fluff, they’re trauma bonding lol, attempt of humor kinda, sunghoon-centric, sunghoon has abandonment issues, he’s also emotionally constipated, reader is just there, family drama, mention of domestic abuse, toxic relationship (not sunghoon and reader), kidnapping (i know), violence. Mentions of kpop idols.
✰ CW: plot with porn, p in v sex, softdom! Sunghoon, shower sex, fingering, praise, pulling out, very, very soft aftercare, wow this is so soft and intimate what the fuck.
✰ Asul's note: CHEERSSS !!! Big reputation series is now finished! Ending the series with a chaotic, dramatic, story featuring Park Sunghoon. I love this story so much but then again, I eyeballed everything, also you could tell that i gave up during the action scenes lmaoooo. Apologies too because i made some idols villains and evil, lololol this fiction everyone. But I hope you enjoy this one. Not proofread.
The air in Incheon was different. It was hot and humid, and for Sunghoon — it smelled like home.
But home wasn’t a warm hug and laughter that filled the four corners of a house. Sunghoon’s home was cold, lonely, and filled with betrayal. The three things that made him leave his home country at just the mere age of nineteen. It was the same home that made Sunghoon swear that he’s not going to step foot in South Korea ever again.
A decade later but he’s back, with a purpose and goal set in his mind.
“Saint-Park Palace please,” Sunghoon said to the taxi driver who nodded and drove away from the airport.
From the car window, Sunghoon’s eyes watched as how widely different Seoul had become; the tall skyscrapers, new infrastructures, and widened roads. He barely recognized the place he grew up in — suddenly, he was a foreigner at what was supposed to be his home.
It made him wonder what more had changed. The drive was an hour long before he reached his destination. Looking at the entrance of his father’s company, Sunghoon’s heart stopped for a moment. He suddenly felt nauseous. All the plane food and jetlag suddenly took over his body and he was convinced that it’s a bad sign.
Despite his body’s reaction, he paid his fare, went out of the taxi, and as Sunghoon stared at the golden building, built in power, luxury, and fame, all he could see was nothing but a building that was filled with pride, betrayal, and selfishness.
Sunghoon let out a deep sigh before he convinced himself that there’s no use holding onto his pride, that’s why he entered the lobby with his chin up as he approached the receptionist.
“Park Sunghoon, please tell Mr. Yoon I have arrived,” Sunghoon said at the receptionist who stared at him for too long before taking a call. She looked young, perhaps a new hire. It used to be Ms. Song, an old maid who would give Sunghoon milk-flavored lollipops when he was still a kid. Truly, many things have changed.
“Mr. Yoon is still in his office, but you’re advised to go to the main office for the reading, here’s your visitor’s pass,” she said with a monotone before placing the card in front of Sunghoon.
“Thanks,” Sunghoon accepted the card and went towards the elevator hall.
The elevator ride felt suffocating. The more floors passed, the more Sunghoon’s heart anxiously beat. He wanted to ignore it, and yet, it’s slowly taking over his body and mind. He gripped on the railings hard as when the elevator stopped on the top floor and that’s when he felt it.
Nostalgia. A bad, vivid nostalgia that rushed through his mind. Sunghoon stepped out of the elevator with doubt, observing the place that used to be his playhouse back when he was a kid. The hallway was eerie, as if his father’s death still lingered in the place. He made heavy strides towards the door of the main office, and memories flooded him — every single memory he had in this damn office all came crashing down.
His parents’ argument, catching his father and his secretary in an intimate position — his mother walking out of the office with tears in her eyes. Every, single, memory that tore his childhood and ruined his adolescence. Sunghoon stood there for a good minute as his heart beat in an unsteady manner, causing his chest to tighten. It made him wonder if going back to the place he had cursed ten years before was worth it.
But this trip has one, clear goal. Just get the inheritance and dipped before he could hold a proper conversation with them. Sunghoon convinced himself. It’s that simple, the man insisted. After all, his father’s lawyer didn’t send him an email if he’s not going to receive a part. That’s why he relaxed his nerves. Clearing his throat as he faced the door once again.
Let’s get this show started.
Sunghoon didn’t bother knocking on the door. He pushed it open using two hands and entered the office with his head held high and a smirk on his lips evident.
“I hope I am not late for the reunion,” he stated, scanning the whole room and seeing that the whole family is here. Sunghoon noticed the shocked look on their faces as he stood in the middle, all horrified which Sunghoon expected.
“Sunghoon?” he darted to his left where his step-brother, Jongseong, stood up with a confused expression written on his face.
“It’s been a long-time, Jongseong — oh, I could see that you and Jen got married,” he observed, smiling at his ex-girlfriend who stared at him as if she saw a ghost.
Sunghoon wasn’t even bitter at the fact. He had seen the signs, and he thinks that two evil people could still make something good — and that would probably be the toddler that Jen was holding.
“What are you doing here?” Jongseong asked, confused. Well, this shouldn’t surprise Sunghoon given that he just disappeared. No note, message, or anything, and additionally, he blocked Jongseong’s number and any mode of communication that his step-brother could do to reach him.
Jongseong still looked the same. Though he matured, jawlines still sharp and face more masculine yet wrinkled probably due to stress, Sunghoon could still see that lanky Jongseong who used to be his best friend.
“Calm down Jongseong, Mr. Yoon invited me, after all, I am still my father’s son,” Sunghoon stated calmly. He noticed how Jongseong’s eyes flared as he stared at Sunghoon as if he’s deciphering him. Sunghoon knew that this meant that step-brother’s threatened by his presence, but the former remained quiet. He didn’t go there to start a fight either.
“You selfish brat,” that’s when he turned his head towards her. Same face, same disgusted expression. Sunghoon could see that she is spending his father’s money wisely on surgeries and botox.
“Ms. Nam, I must say, I am not delighted to see you here, but I’ll give you my gratitude for taking care of my father until his last breath,” Sunghoon greeted casually, which only made the old woman writhe in anger.
“You had the audacity to show up here after running away and abandoning your father! Do you know what he went through? You weren’t there when he was struggling with his sessions and —”
“Clearly, I don’t give a fuck about that old man. Why would I even care? You’re there to take care of him in your ways —”
“Don’t you speak to my mother like that!” Jongseong shouted, grabbing Sunghoon’s collars as his angered expression didn’t faze Sunghoon not even once.
“Still ill-tempered as ever Jongseong? No wonder dad prefers you, you’re just like him,” Sunghoon taunted, making Jongseong grip on his collars tighter.
“Take it back,” the older warned.
But Sunghoon only raised an eyebrow, amused. “Why? Don’t you like it? Didn’t you say it when we were kids that you wanted to grow up like Mr. Park someday and now you are. Park Jongseong.”
Jongseong’s anger didn’t melt. No one attempted to separate the two as the room fell into a more suffocating atmosphere. Sunghoon’s smirk became more taunting, as if he’s pushing his step-brother to crack. The grip on his shirt tightened as Jongseong didn't make another move.
“That’s enough,” a voice interrupted. That’s when Jongseong’s grip loosened, eventually pushing Sunghoon away who chuckled at his brother’s attitude.
The lawyer didn’t look pleased at the scene earlier, and yet, brushed it off. He made his way towards Sunghoon who he greeted with a short handshake.
“Thank you for sparing time to be here,” he said to the younger man.
“It’s fine Mr. Yoon, I have the rights to,” Sunghoon answered meaningfully.
“Of course, we’ll settle this down immediately, I was with your father when he wrote the will, every statement and conditions on it are legitimized and will be done according to his wish.” the lawyer explained, before looking at the rest and announcing that the reading will start in a while.
The whole family found their places in the office. Sunghoon sat in a corner. While Mr. Yoon stood in the middle of the office, just behind the desk of the former owner of the building. The room fell into a deep silence. They watched as the lawyer fished out a piece of paper from his briefcase before clearing his throat.
Mr. Yoon began reading the will. A short introduction about everything the late Mr. Park owns — his penthouse, several properties outside Seoul, assets, investment, and the rightful inheritor of his company.
Most of his properties were transferred to his wife, Jongseong’s mother, who seemed happy that she got to keep the penthouse and other important properties. Sunghoon kept quiet during the will, mentally preparing for the rest.
“With that said, Mr. Park Seonho leaves Saint-Park Palace under his legitimate son, Park Jongseong. This means that Jongseong will be appointed head of the mentioned company,” Mr. Yoon read out loud.
Jongseong sighed in relief, his mother’s smile became wider as she gave his son a short hug. They all seemed relieved that Jongseong had inherited the company, but Sunghoon doesn’t give a fuck about it. He has his own company. The only thing he wanted was what his father left for him — whatever the fuck that is.
“Additionally, Mr. Park Seonho left thirty-five percent of his company shares to his son Park Sunghoon, and a tangible asset worth seven billion won under his name,” the lawyer continued, and that’s when Sunghoon had calculated everything in his mind.
“That seemed fair,” Sunghoon agreed before looking at his step-family. “Don’t worry Jongseong, you can shove Saint-Park right up to your ass.”
Before another fight could even start, Mr. Yoon cleared his throat loud and clear, stealing everyone’s attention. The lawyer looked at the paper and read it again.
“For his last wish, Mr. Park Seonho had agreed that these will be fairly distributed to his children under the condition that they have given him an heir,” he declared and that’s when the smile on Sunghoon’s face disappeared.
“An heir?” he asked, confused.
“Yes, an heir, regardless of gender, Mr. Park Seonho wanted his children to have a family of their own, to nurture and love,” the lawyer explained.
“Fucking bullshit,” Sunghoon cursed, snapping Mr. Yoon out his reading.
“Is there any problem with your father’s condition?” he asked.
“Of course there is,” Sunghoon mocked, even laughing at the thought. “Given how he ruined our family, I am surprised that that’s his condition, even after his death, that old man’s still a fucking hypocrite.”
“I am afraid that if you couldn’t settle with your father’s conditions, you wouldn’t be able to get your inheritance,” Mr. Yoon explained.
Sunghoon became quiet. He was cursing his father internally. This should’ve been simple, and yet, in his father’s most sick and hypocritical way, he made it hard for him.
Because despite treating him badly throughout his life, his father knows Sunghoon damn well. Seonho knows that the last thing Sunghoon would want to have was a family of his own, given with what he went through, Sunghoon would rather die alone.
Sunghoon understood it. His father didn’t give him an inheritance out of decency, he did it because he wanted to punish him, and although Sunghoon, an already self-made billionaire, doesn’t need the money, a part of him wanted to receive the inheritance from his father.
“Whatever,” Sunghoon decided, standing up. “If that’s the case, I will be going now.”
“You’re just going to leave just like that?” Jongseong asked.
“Sunghoon, you do realise that you’re forfeiting your inheritance,” Mr. Yoon explained.
“No, I am not,” Sunghoon disagreed. “I’ll have my inheritance fair and square, now excuse me, I’ll be needing to call someone.”
“Sunghoon wait —”
“And for the rest of you, it was not nice seeing you again,” hastily, Sunghoon left the office. He made his way towards the elevator hall as his vision started to become unstable.
An heir? A Family? A wife and a child. — A child.
Sunghoon started spiraling. The anger he had for his father started to seethe under his calm facade. His only goal suddenly disappeared. The inheritance felt so close but turns out it’s still very far.
Fuck you Park Seonho. Even in your grave, you’re still ruining my life. Sunghoon cursed in his mind impatiently as he pressed the elevator button and impatiently waited for it to go up.
“Sunghoon-ssi.” The man flinched at the voice. He turned around to see Mr. Yoon who seemed to be observing him.
“Is there anything you wanted to say Mr. Yoon?” he asked.
“Yes, about your father’s condition. You don’t have your own family, do you?” the man asked and Sunghoon froze.
“If I am going to be honest, yes,” Sunghoon admitted and the lawyer nodded.
“I see. That complicated things,” Mr. Yoon commented.
“Is there any way I could receive my inheritance without the whole heir thing? You know my past Mr. Yoon, the last thing I want is a family of my own,” Sunghoon explained.
“By legal basis, this is the only way Sunghoon. But your enemy right now is your step-family. They wanted to make sure that you won’t get a single cent from your father’s money.” the lawyer answered.
Sunghoon chuckled, “Well, that’s the least surprise, those money-hungry people.”
“But worry not, they wouldn’t be able to touch your inheritance, I’ll make sure that I have it protected,” Mr. Yoon assured and somehow, Sunghoon felt assured that at least, the lawyer was on his side.
“Thank you Mr. Yoon, I’ll try to find a way to get my inheritance.”
The old man nodded, “Please, take your time Mr. Park, get a rest first and we can talk about this tomorrow or on another day.”
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“I fucked up,” Sunghoon complained over the phone.
It was past eleven in the evening, and instead of ordering room service in his hotel, Sunghoon found himself in a nearby coffee shop and ordered a hot cup of americano to ease his headache.
Over the phone, his best friend, Sim Jaeyun laughed. “How do you go there, do the only one thing you should do, and yet still fucked up?”
“Blame my father for putting me in my misery even in his death — I can’t believe it! An heir for him? I could hear how fucking loud his hypocrisy is,” Sunghoon ranted.
“He knew what he was doing with that will,” Jaeyun pointed out.
“Unfortunately, he does,” Sunghoon agreed before he took a sip of his lukewarm coffee.
“What’s your plan? Are you just going to ditch your inheritance? Sunghoon, you’re already making billions, you don’t need the money.”
“Fuck off, I need that money, and Jihyun will most likely steal my inheritance, there’s no fucking way I am going to let that woman touch my money. That’s mine Jaeyun,” Sunghoon answered before letting out a sigh.
“Ah, there goes your trauma,” his best friend joked.
Sunghoon rolled his eyes. “Shut up, you know the reason why I am doing this.”
The pivotal moment that made Sunghoon run away was because he had an argument with his father. It wasn’t just any argument, it was almost a fight. His father was a huge man and when he was nineteen, Sunghoon was nothing but slim and lanky that the moment his father landed a punch on him, he had enough.
Sunghoon packed his bags, and with a little money yet a persistent mind, he left not only his house, but also South Korea. He struggled for his life in Japan. He worked three minimum-waged jobs, lived in a small studio-sized flat, and at the same time, learned to adapt to the country’s culture and talk in nihongo.
He worked himself to death, and every time he saw the news of his father and his new family — it motivated him to do better. His goal was to build his own company — something under his name and idea.
Now, Sunghoon is a billionaire. A name plastered on Forbes’ 30 under 30. He made his own name and reputation along with Jaeyun who helped him from the start. Sunghoon is where he is right now due to his perseverance and hard work. But for his best friend, it was because of his pettiness and doing things out of spite. Sunghoon does agree with his words.
But it doesn’t matter what strives him to work hard and reach his goal and dreams, because for Sunghoon, it doesn’t feel enough at all. Because there are things that money and reputation couldn’t buy. Things that could fill something in Sunghoon — and as much as he wanted to ignore all these wants, it’s screaming at him to acknowledge it.
“Excuse me sir,” Sunghoon’s call was interrupted when you approached him. The man glanced at you, and gestured to you to talk.
“We’re closing in an hour, is there any last minute order from you?” you asked and Sunghoon smiled.
“No, I’m all good, thank you,” Sunghoon replied.
You gave him a nod and left him alone there. Sunghoon returned to his call, glancing at his coffee, it was almost half-empty which made him take a two sips before thinking that it’s enough.
Sunghoon let out a sigh. “What do you think I should do?”
“I don’t know man, maybe this is your sign to find a girlfriend or something,” Jaeyun nonchalantly replied.
“Yeah, you’re no use Sim Jake, I’ll end this call now.”
“Sunghoon, it’s not like you’re your dad, you’re different from him,” his best friend said.
“The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree they say,” Sunghoon rebutted casually.
“Fuck you, stop being pessimistic about love, it’s actually a beautiful thing you know?” and Sunghoon thinks that it’s so easy for Jaeyun to say it, that man’s engaged to his high school sweetheart.
“Stop lecturing me loverboy, I am really going to end this call, I’m going back to my hotel to rest,” he bid, and he heard Jaeyun’s teasing laugh.
“I can sense your bitter ass from here, oh well, good luck on your inheritance asshole.”
“Yeah, take care there,” the call ended and Sunghoon stood up from his seat. He mumbled his thanks to you and you replied to it with a smile.
As he was about to exit the shop, a man barged inside, bumping onto Sunghoon and going straight towards the counter. Sunghoon was surprised by what happened but before he could even confront the man, a scream startled him.
“What are you doing here!?” you shouted, glaring at your ex-boyfriend who scoffed.
“So this is where you’re hiding huh? You crazy bitch, where’s my son!?” he shouted, causing you to flinch while Sunghoon was frozen at the scene. His heart started palpitating as he remembered all his parents’ fight.
He doesn’t know what to do. Nailed in his place, Sunghoon was conflicted at the scene.
“You don’t have a son Nicho, now leave me alone,” you replied to him. But your ex-boyfriend was persistent. He went inside the counter and cornered you — you turned cold. You were trapped, not knowing what to do as the mocking smile of Nicholas was all you can see.
Your instincts told you to flee. Pushing him away but Nicholas got a hold on you. You screamed in pain as you fell on the floor while his tug on your hair tightened.
“You think you’d get away from me?” Nicholas taunted, tugging your hair tighter making you cry. “You don’t have anyone, remember that, so stop fighting and come home with me.”
You screamed once again, a cry for help as you tried to pull yourself away but your ex-boyfriend managed to get a step on your arm, making you cry louder.
“Get away from her,” a voice spoke.
Nicholas stopped, he glanced at the voice and notice a stranger standing there. He laughed, “Fuck off dude, this is between me and her,”
“I don’t care if it’s personal, you’re hurting her,” Sunghoon stated.
Nicholas removed his hold on you before stepping out of the counter where he faced Sunghoon who had a calm composure.
“Get lost, you don’t want to mess with me,” he warned and yet, Sunghoon only stared.
“Leave before I call the police,” Sunghoon threatened and that’s when Nicholas got irritated.
“I said get lost!” He tried to land a punch on Sunghoon, but the man was faster, dodging the punch and quickly giving Nicholas a kick. Your ex-boyfriend fell on the floor, in pain while Sunghoon stood there casually.
“Leave,” Sunghoon warned.
“Fucking asshole,” the man groaned before standing up and pointed at you. “You’re gonna regret this.”
The door closed in a loud thud. Sunghoon shrugged his shoulders before going towards you. He reached his hand to you, but you chose to ignore it, avoiding his gaze as the tears won’t stop. You stood up on your own, brushing the dirt that clung to your clothes.
“Are you okay?” Sunghoon asked.
“Thank you…I — I don’t know how he found me,” you answered, almost stuttering.
“Are you hurt?”
You hummed, feeling the burn on your scalp. “Don’t worry, it’s nothing for me.”
Sunghoon looked at you confused, “Are you sure?”
“No, I am not sure actually,” you looked at him with a bitter smile. “Thank you for helping me, if I was alone here, god knows what happened to me now.”
“Do you want me to stay? I’ll keep you company while closing the shop —”
“No, it’s fine! I don’t want to bother you,” you rejected.
“It’s fine, I have nothing to do too. Plus the chances that he’s waiting for you might be bigger, at least you have me around.” Sunghoon insisted.
You became quiet for a moment, not knowing what to say as slowly, you nodded. “Thank you — thank you seriously, I — I didn’t even get your name.”
“Sunghoon,” he introduced.
“I’m y/n — please, just — I’ll finish this fast,” you stuttered, but Sunghoon chuckled.
“It’s fine, take your time.” he assured.
Sunghoon returned to his seat, while you started doing your closing duty. The whole place fell into a solemn quietness. You busied yourself with cleaning every area, wiping the tables and putting the chairs back properly, not minding that Sunghoon who’s waiting on his seat.
As soon as the signage was switched to closed, the lights were off, and you locked the front door, you were about to bid Sunghoon goodbye but then, you remembered Nicholas earlier. It was already midnight. The streets seemed to be quiet and empty, but you know that danger still lurks around the dark.
You looked at Sunghoon who had been patiently waiting for you. A thought struck you. You’re not the type to ask favors from strangers but you were just so scared for your life.
“I know this is too much but could you walk me to my place? It’s getting late and I’m scared that he’s still around — it’ll be quick! I promise,” you asked.
Sunghoon shrugged casually. “It’s okay, is it far? We could take a cab or —”
“No, it’s not, just a few blocks away, don’t worry I’ll pay you,” you answered.
“You don’t need to,” Sunghoon insisted.
You only smiled as you shook your head. “I insist. It's rare for a stranger or any guy to be a gentleman enough to help a woman.”
“You trusted me immediately,” Sunghoon chuckled.
“Because you could’ve just walked away earlier, but you didn’t, and you even offered to stay with me. I think you have a good heart Sunghoon,” you explained and with the way you said it, Sunghoon felt grateful.
“Well, that flattered me,” he said with a smile.
The walk was peaceful. The night was deep and there weren’t any cars roaming around. Sunghoon walked beside you, at a safe distance as he looked at you from time to time.
“So that man earlier…” Sunghoon trailed off, breaking the silence.
“He’s my ex-boyfriend,” you explained.
“You were hiding from him?” he asked, remembering your argument earlier.
You nodded casually. “I broke up with him, he was cheating during my pregnancy and postpartum, confronted him, and he almost raised a hand on me.”
Sunghoon became quiet for a moment. The two of you walked in silence for a minute when you realized your words.
“I’m sorry, it must’ve been weird for a stranger to share it to you —”
“It’s alright, it’s a good thing you left, no woman deserved to be treated like that,” Sunghoon shared, remembering a woman so dear to him who used to be in your shoes.
“I know, but he was insistent on getting back together. Maybe because we have a baby, but I don’t want my son to grow up with that kind of father, so I left, hid, and sadly, he found me,” you explained as a disappointed sigh escaped your lips.
“How long have you been hiding?” he asked, brushing the thought off.
“Around two months? I know a few people who could help me, tried saving up to move farther but it’s still not enough.” you answered and Sunghoon faintly hummed to your response.
Minutes into your walking, the two of you reached a decent-looking apartment. You went inside the building with Sunghoon trailing behind. Going upstairs to the second floor of the apartment, you went towards the first door on the left hallway and pressed the doorbell. A few minutes later, the door opened to a woman in her mid-forties who looked nice and sweet.
“He’s already asleep y/n, didn’t cry much today,” the woman shared with a smile before she went back inside.
Sunghoon watched as the woman returned a few minutes later, carrying a bundle which she passed to you. That’s when Sunghoon saw it clearly — a baby, asleep, hugging a small plushie which only made you coo endearingly.
“Thank you so much auntie, here, please take this as my gratitude,” you said to the lady, giving her the box full of pastries which you brought home.
“Oh you don’t need to —”
“I insist, please, this will be the last time,” you cut off immediately, handing the box to her.
“You silly kid, you know you could always count on me to take care of Kenji while you work,” the woman replied before accepting the box of assorted pastries. Bidding goodnight, the door closed, and you looked at Sunghoon.
“Thank you, I really appreciate you accompanying me,” you smiled, but Sunghoon’s attention was on your son who’s snuggled on your arms.
“That is your son?” Sunghoon asked as he observed the baby. He was round, full of hair already, and his arms were chubby like a small loaf of bread.
“Yup, this is him, his name is Kenji” you said with a smile as you swayed him softly.
“He looks like you.” Sunghoon noticed and that made you chuckle softly.
“It’s a good thing right? At least he won’t remind me of my ex.” you said and Sunghoon was stunned. A mother who ran away and has a son that’s the splitting image of her — fate must be playing with him.
Still, Sunghoon thought that it was just a mere coincidence. He quickly brushed off the thought as he darted at the hallway of the apartment instead.
“So, this is where you live?” he asked suddenly.
You shook your head. “No — actually, I’m just crashing in my friend’s apartment on the fourth floor, but she went on a month-long trip to Europe, but now she’s returning back with her fiance, so I have to move out this Friday.”
“Where are you going? Especially when your ex knows your whereabouts,” Sunghoon asked once again.
That’s when a bitter smile formed on your lips, “I don’t know, my last resort is going home, but I’m so sure that my parents will throw me out especially when I ran away in the first place.”
“So, that means you have nowhere to go?” he asked. You nodded as an answer.
“Oh.” that was the only thing that Sunghoon could say. You chuckled at his response but the truth is, you felt embarrassed that a stranger like him had to see you in a pathetic situation.
“Yeah, and I’m sorry for dragging you into this mess but really, I am grateful that you helped me back then, and I might be holding you back, you should go home now Sunghoon — oh! Here, take this as a token of my gratitude,” you said before giving him the other box of pastries that you bought.
But Sunghoon only stared at you for a minute. He looked at you, observing you who seemed so tired of this world. Your hair’s tied in a low ponytail, while carrying a sleeping baby in your arms. He doesn’t know why there’s a magnetic pull towards you — it was as if you’re the answer to his problems.
He remembered Jaeyun’s words. It was time for him to get a girlfriend just so he could get married and get the inheritance. But what if he can just skip a few steps and marry someone immediately? That’s an easier way for him.
“What if you stay with me?” he asked, almost mumbling.
The smile on your face faded. “What?”
Maybe, it’s not bad that he rope you in his stupid plan, right? He sighed before nodding at his own thoughts. “Okay listen, this may sound absurd but I needed someone to pose as my wife and child, and you’re the perfect fit.”
Your eyes widened at his explanation. “For what?”
“My father left me an inheritance and I couldn’t receive it because his condition is to have an heir from me, but I swore to myself that I won’t be giving him an heir. Look, I just need to get my inheritance and I’ll be out of this country,” he explained and you stared for a good minute.
“What’s in for me?” you asked.
“Shelter, my protection — what do you even want?” Sunghoon asked, as if he was asking you if you wanted some candy. It sounded too good to be true and yet, it felt sketchy.
But Sunghoon saved you earlier. Your instincts tell you that he was a nice guy. At the time you and him had been together, he didn’t take advantage of you. Sunghoon listened and respected your distance too. That should be enough for you.
Plus, he looked rich and well-off just by looking at his clothes and accessories. He’s giving you shelter and protection — something you badly needed. Additionally, he’s asking you what you want. Sunghoon can offer more than what he said.
“I want to leave too, go somewhere and start anew,” you wished.
“Good, I’ll help you with that, and I’ll give you seventy million won too,” Sunghoon offered and your heart stopped.
You never even touched a million won, what more of seventy? “Wait, isn’t that too much?”
“It’s not too much, don't worry,” he answered casually and now, you’re hesitant.
“Wait — this isn’t some sort of scheme isn’t it?” you raised an eyebrow.
“The only people that we’re scheming are my step-family, don’t worry, I am not a bad person.” Sunghoon assured you and yet, you remained skeptical.
“That really sounded so sketchy given everything you just explained to me.” you pointed out.
“You trusted me the moment I helped you,” Sunghoon countered.
“That…that makes sense, but living with you and scheming your step-family for your inheritance? Who are you, Sunghoon?” you asked rhetorically.
“Park Sunghoon, do you even know me?” you shook your head at his question.
Sunghoon grabbed his phone instead. He typed something on a website and gave you his phone. You stared at the screen. It was Forbes’ 30 under 30 article a year ago. His name was on the third on the list along with someone named “Sim Jaeyun.” They were founders of a company named Sugar-daeng. You knew that name. It’s where the coffee shop you work at gets their baking supplies.
Sugar-daeng started as a small coffee shop. It trended across Japan, then became popular all over Asia. A year later, they expanded their business and slowly, it turned into a multi-billion company. Reading the article, you realized that Sunghoon’s is filthy rich and his offer was true.
“So you weren’t lying,” you said as you handed him back his phone.
“I am not,” Sunghoon said.
“If you’re that rich, why do you need the inheritance?"
“It’s a long story but do you want it or not?” he asked, tone filled with desperation that you were taken back.
“Uhm…okay? But only because you sound so desperate,” you observed.
“Yeah, I do admit that I am desperate.” Sunghoon sarcastically replied.
“Okay?” you raised an eyebrow.
“You’re with me?” he asked once again, wanting certainty from you.
“Yes, okay, do I — what’s next?”
“Pack your things, you’ll be staying with me starting right now.”
-
The plan was simple.
Register your marriage, act the act, wait for Sunghoon to receive his inheritance, stay married for at least a year to make it believable, and then file a divorce.
Within that duration, you and Sunghoon agreed to live under the same roof until he obtained his inheritance. He told you that it wouldn’t be an easy process especially when he’s against his step-family who has plans of stopping him from obtaining the money.
You didn’t ask further about the family drama and just focused on you and Kenji. The setup was convenient to you after all. You get to live in a huge house with Sunghoon, do whatever you want and just take care of yourself and Kenji. Plus, Sunghoon even gave you his black card for any necessary expenses that you needed.
All you have to do is pose as his wife. Your agreement is bound by a marriage contract. By law, you’re legally tied to each other. It’s funny how it’s easy for the two of you to trust each other. Sunghoon trusts you enough that you won’t run away, while you trust him enough that he’s not sort of a scam master.
Perhaps it also ties down to the fact that both of you are desperate for each other’s needs. You don’t know what’s going to happen but all the only thing that matters to you right now is how you and Kenji have a semi-permanent house for a year.
“Wow,” you gasped at the interior of the house that you’ll be living in for the whole year.
The house was located at a famous neighbouring village in Seoul. It was huge. The interior has a contemporary design in the shade of white and wood. Your friend’s apartment flat could fill just inside the living room.
“You own this place?” you asked Sunghoon as your eyes continued to roam around the place.
“No, this belongs to Jaeyun and his family,” Sunghoon explained. “But Jaeyun’s parents moved to Australia while Jake lives now in Japan. This is where he stays when he visits our office here.”
You hummed, remembering the name. “So, who is this Jaeyun?”
“He’s my best friend,” Sunghoon said shortly and yet, there was a small smile that formed on his face.
“That sounds sweet, it’s nice to have a friend too,” you shared, remembering some of your friends who helped you.
“Right,” he nodded before glancing at the hallway. “I’ll show you your room. Every room’s big and there are some more upstairs. But let’s just settle on staying here on the first floor.”
“You know, the couch is enough for me and Jiji,” you joked but Sunghoon’s smile turned into a frown.
“Come on, this is your home now too, you get your own bed,” he shared. “It’s better that you’d have Kenji’s crib in your room — which reminds me, we have to buy some baby stuff for him, and don't worry about the expenses either.”
You smiled, “I think I only agreed for the seventy million won.”
“Hey, just enjoy the perks of being my wife,” Sunghoon reassured.
You chuckled at his sentence, “okay fine, but you can always tell me if it becomes too much.”
“Which isn’t going to happen by the way,” Sunghoon said before giving you a set of keys which you accepted without any thought.
“Your room’s the door across to mine, if you need anything, just knock on my door. Also, you’re free to move around here, you don’t need to ask me about anything, alright?”
“Right, thank you Sunghoon,” you simply thanked.
“Thank you too, I’ll inform you about my plan but for now, you should take a rest, I’ll just order delivery food for our dinner, how’s jajangmyeon sound?”
“Jajangmyeon would be great, thanks again Sunghoon.”
Sunghoon gave you a quick smile before he went to his room. You followed him, going towards the door across to his room. You stared at the wooden door before unlocking it using the keys.
As you opened the door, a huge bedroom was your view. The walls were painted cream and the bed was king-sized. All your needed furniture were there such as a drawer cabinet, full-length mirror, and a closet. There’s a small door which leads to a bathroom, and there’s also a window where you could see the clean, well-cutted grass front yard of the house.
As you looked around, that’s when you noticed a picture frame nearby the drawer cabinet. Picking it up, it was a portrait of a family. A parent with their two sons, you wondered which of them was Sunghoon’s best friend.
That’s when it hit you that Sunghoon gave you the master’s bedroom. It felt too much suddenly. You’ve lived your life in small apartments and small beds, trying to squeeze everything for you and Kenji then suddenly — you’re living a life of luxury. It didn’t sink into you that you’re going to live your life comfortably from now on.
But your thoughts trailed off when Kenji let out a loud cry. Panicked, you hushed your baby, swaying him in your arms before you sat on the bed, the soft mattress surprised you and yet, you hugged Kenji tighter until his cries faded.
“We’ll be okay now here Jiji,” you said with a soft tone, humming quietly to your baby who seemed to have calmed down now that he felt how assured you are.
-
A week has passed and your marriage with Sunghoon has commenced.
You quit your job, spent the whole week within the house’s proximity, taking care of Kenji, and doing chores like a housewife.
Meanwhile, Sunghoon did his best as the provider. He’s usually out of the house. Sunghoon told you that he’s observing their company’s main office here in Seoul, while at the same time, meeting up with his father’s lawyer for the inheritance. He buys everything you and Kenji needed without a word, and it seemed like he had grown fond of Kenji too.
A week seemed to be too short but slowly, you got to know your husband. His likes and dislikes, some of his unusual habits like his tendency to zone out, and also his preferred food. You also shared to him a glimpse of your life; your hometown, past, and your ruined relationship with Nicholas. He understood immediately your status and promised you that he won’t cause you any harm.
What’s odd about your setup was that you and Sunghoon bore no awkward feelings to each other. Marriage is a big deal after all, and yet, you two didn’t care about the title at all. He even bought you two matching silver rings! Perhaps it’s just that you two are so focused on your needs that you couldn’t see the other aspects of life.
Going back to his inheritance. Sunghoon told you that he doesn’t have any plans on introducing you to his step-family. It’ll just cause more hindrance for him in receiving the inheritance. Mr. Yoon knew that you two married conveniently but still, he fixed the papers for Sunghoon to legally receive his wealth.
Despite Sunghoon’s plan, Mr. Yoon informs him that he’s bound to introduce you to the public, especially if any of his step-family knew that the lawyer had begun fixing Sunghoon’s inheritance.
The two of you just didn’t expect it’ll happen sooner than you thought.
“There will be a commemorative event for my father — or that’s what they said, I’m sure it’s just a publicity stunt to tell everyone that Jongseong will be the new head of Saint-Park,” Sunghoon shared to you one night while eating dinner, slipping to you a small invitation card which screamed money.
“They said that If I am still here, I should go. I just know they invited me so that they could slap on my face that they won,” he said with an eye roll, making you chuckle before reading the details of the invitation.
“Mr. Yoon said that it’s our choice to show up, but my father’s old friends and godfathers are coming and they heard from Mr. Yoon that I’m back,” Sunghoon explained. “It’ll be a shame not to show up right? Might as well put on a show that even though Jongseong owns Saint-Park, its investors are still in favor of me.”
“But I don’t really know anything about things like this,” you said, worried.
“I don’t need you to, just act like my wife, that's all,” Sunghoon stated before looking at you. “And don’t worry, I won’t leave you alone with those wolves.”
You smiled at the thought, looking at the invitation once again, you suddenly got worried especially when it’ll be filled with rich and well-known people. “I don’t even have any dress.”
Sunghoon let out a soft laugh. “That’s your concern? Don’t worry about that, I’ll have someone deliver a gorgeous one for you, what do you want? We should wear red just to spite them —”
“Sunghoon, any would be fine, but please, don’t wear red,” you assured, laughing as you placed down the invitation.
-
On the day of the event, you wore a cream-colored dress, while sunghoon settled on a more casual look; a black turtleneck, coat, and formal slacks. He even bought Kenji a nice polo shirt and trousers that matched your dress’ color.
Arriving at the reception hall, you couldn’t help but to hesitate. You were taking small steps with your head low, which Sunghoon noticed immediately.
“Y/n,” he called out, making you stop.
“We’ll be fine,” Sunghoon said. Then, he glanced at Kenji whose head’s resting on your shoulder and one hand crumpled the cloth of your dress. Sunghoon softly brushed the baby’s hair before darting his attention towards you.
“Remember what we’ve talked about,” he reminded and you nodded, recalling in your mind your love story with Sunghoon.
“Right, let’s get this over with,” you said softly and Sunghoon understood right away.
The three of you caught everyone’s attention the moment you three entered the hall. The sea of strangers stared for too long along with their whispers and murmurs that you became conscious about you, but Sunghoon’s hold on your back never left. A charismatic smile formed on his lips as his arms were around your waist, guarding and protective. Kenji on the other hand, was calm despite the large crowd, hopefully, he won’t make a fuss before the end of the event.
“Just smile, alright? You’re doing fine,” Sunghoon whispered to you as he guided you towards a certain person.
“Mr. Yoon,” Sunghoon greeted the old man who was talking to a colleague.
“It is nice that you’re here Sunghoon,” he said before glancing at you, giving you a small smile. “You must y/n? Sunghoon had informed me about you, it’s nice meeting you.”
You gave him a short smile, but Kenji squealed out of nowhere, making Sunghoon chuckle as he patted the baby’s head. “He seems to like you Mr. Yoon.”
Mr. Yoon chuckled softly. “Well, I am glad, and almost everyone here is grateful that you’re here Sunghoon, please, enjoy the event.”
“Thank you Mr. Yoon, are they already here?” Sunghoon asked, pertaining to his step-family.
“Yes, they were surprised that you’re with someone, so be careful,” the lawyer informed and the younger male only nodded.
His hand made its way towards your back, “don’t worry about us Mr. Yoon, we can handle them.”
“Should we go to our table?” he asked you and you nodded quickly. Sunghoon bid his goodbye to the lawyer once again before he left along with you.
“Aren’t we supposed to greet your step-family?” you whispered.
“Let them come to us, I only plan on introducing you to Mr. Yoon,” Sunghoon answered as the two of you made your way towards an empty table. The place was a bit crowded, but it mostly contained old businessmen and their partners. Only a few kids were around, and the event’s barely even starting.
“Sunghoon! I see you’re back, look at you, all grown-up and fine,” an elderly man said with a smile as he gave Sunghoon a hug.
“Uncle, I am happy to see you,” Sunghoon replied to one of his father’s old business partners.
“Oh! And who is this lovely lady beside you?” he asked, glancing at you who gave him a smile.
“This is y/n, my wife, and this little one, is our son, Kenji,” he introduced and the man chuckled endearingly, giving you a quick handshake which you accepted.
“It’s a shame that you didn’t inherit Saint-Park, I was hoping that we’d remain partners for a long time,” he said and Sunghoon only nodded.
“It’s alright Mr. Tan, I have my own company,”
“As expected from you Sunghoon, you have always been persevere in your dreams, I’m sure your father is proud of you,”
An awkward chuckle escaped his lips, “I’m sure he does.”
“Have you seen Haneul and Dohyun? I’m sure they’ll be happy to talk to you,” Mr. Tan asked and Sunghoon shook his head.
“Well, you should! Come here, I’ll accompany you,” Sunghoon wasn’t able to argue further, letting the old man drag him towards his father’s older friends. He shot you an apologetic look but you gave him an understanding nod. That left you alone at the table, quiet and awkward as you decided to focus on Kenji instead.
Some were kind enough to approach and talk to you. Others introduced themselves — Sunghoon’s relatives, family friends, and even college classmates. You seemed to become the hot topic of the event along with Sunghoon. From a distance he was still talking to his father’s old friends and grandfathers. They seemed to be happy that he is back in Seoul.
You were busy playing with Kenji when you noticed an old lady approached you with a smile, trailing behind her was another woman with a toddler on her left. You instantly knew they were, so you gave them a small smile even though your heart’s nervous about them. Sunghoon had warned you that they aren’t going to be nice to you at all.
“Hello, you must be Sunghoon’s wife,” she smiled, offering her hand filled with expensive rings. “My name is Jihyun, I’m his mother, it is nice to meet you.”
You only stared, nodding as you accepted her hands. “It’s nice to meet you too. I’m y/n, Sunghoon’s wife.”
She gave you a smile that reminded you of those stepmothers from fairytale stories. She felt fake, plastic, and the lack of genuinity threw you off. You removed your hands immediately before smiling once again, hoping it won’t come off as something fake too.
“And this is Jen, you two are sisters-in-law, it’ll be quite nice that you two are to be acquainted,” Jihyun introduced the woman beside her. She gave you a genuine smile before you two shook hands. You recalled that she used to be Sunghoon’s girlfriend back in college. You remembered that they broke up because Sunghoon caught her making-out with Jongseong during his nineteenth birthday.
“Is that your son? He’s so cute! How old is he?” Jen asked excitedly, staring at Kenji who looked like he was glaring at the woman. His hold on your dress tightened before he hid himself on your shoulder.
“Sorry about that, he’s a bit shy but he’s eight months old,” you explained.
“He looks like you,” she complemented.
“A lot of people say that.”
Bu Jihyun only stared. You could feel her stare boring holes on you, as if she was dissecting you.
“So, when did you and Sunghoon meet?” she asked, her tone dripping with faux sweetness.
“Six years ago, we were assigned at closing shift duty at a coffee shop in Shibuya, he would walk me home at the end of work,” you shared, giving her convincing smile and yet, Jihyun looked at you like she wanted to see through your lies.
So you chuckled softly, “we were workmates for a year, and then he disappeared, two years later and he returned, all dressed-up and fancy, he asked me out on a date. I rejected him at first, especially when it was sudden but he was persistent so I gave him a chance…and here we are.”
“That sounds like him,” Jen butted in, but Jihyun gave her glare. It made the woman look away, focusing on her daughter instead.
“When did you two get married?” she asked.
You casually replied, “last year, May, it was a spring wedding.”
“So your son…he is out of wedlock, isn’t he?” she asked and this time her tone was accusing.
That made you raise an eyebrow, “what?”
“Or maybe, he’s not really his son after all! And you — you trapped him into marrying you.” she pointed out, and though your anxiety’s getting into you, you tried to brush it off by laughing.
“I am confused.”
“I know Sunghoon, he doesn’t believe in love and marriage — you aren’t his real wife, aren’t you!?” she accused and this time, her tone was higher, gathering attention from the people within your vicinity — that’s when you panicked, not wanting to cause any trouble.
“We’re married Miss, I don’t know why you’re accusing me of such things.” You calmly said.
“I can see through your lies, you two partnered to steal from us!”
That’s when you had enough, you stood up from your seat, but she got a hold on your hand. You yelped in pain as the old woman held it tight, glaring at you, “don’t act smart on me girl, how much did Sunghoon pay you? I’ll pay you twice the amount, just leave him!”
“You got it wrong!” you defended. With your voice raising, Kenji started crying. His cries echoed in the hall, catching everyone’s attention.
Whispers began to fill the hall. Your heart was beating in an unsteady motion because of the scene. You tugged your hands away from Jihyun, too rough that she almost fell out of balance. You didn’t care about her as you tried to hush your son, but his cry became louder than before.
“What happened here!?” you looked up to see Sunghoon with a worried look on his expression.
“Sunghoon —”
“Mom! What happened!?” another masculine voice came. A tall, tanned man approached Jihyun and Jen.
“She pushed me!” the old woman shouted, pointing at you.
“No, I didn’t — Sunghoon, I didn’t, I swear! She grabbed my hand and I just tugged it away,” you explained.
Sunghoon looked at them, eyes cold as his hand remained on your back. “I think it’s time for us to leave, it looks like we aren’t really welcome here.”
Sunghoon led you towards the exit, ignoring his step-family who was busy comforting the matriarch. He didn’t say another word as all his worries were on you who was taken back by his step-mother, and Kenji who wouldn’t stop crying.
-
Kenji was fast asleep when you and Sunghoon got home.
All that crying tired him out. You have to give him a bottle of milk to ease his cries. Thankfully Kenji drank his milk until the last drop. Halfway through the drive, he fell asleep in your arms.
As soon as you got inside your bedroom, you placed him down on his crib before putting on soft music on your phone to lull him deeper into his slumber. Seeing that your son won't be waking up any moment, you returned outside wherein you saw Sunghoon, sitting by the couch room, massaging his temples with a soft groan.
“Do you want some tea?” you offered.
“That would be nice,” he muttered and you made your way towards the kitchen.
“Here.” A few minutes later, you returned to the living room and handed to Sunghoon the cup which he accepted with a mumbled thanks. You sat on the other side of the sofa as both of you became quiet, sipping on the hot tea. The atmosphere was solemn, completely contrasting the chaos earlier — which reminded you.
“I’m sorry we have to leave the event early,” you apologized, but Sunghoon didn’t budge. He took another sip before placing the cup on the coffee table.
“It’s not your fault, they were being pushy and interrogative, I shouldn’t have left you alone,” Sunghoon defended but that didn’t lessen your worries.
“They don’t buy it, our marriage,” you shared and Sunghoon mockingly chuckled.
“I don’t care whether they buy it or not, we’re married, we have rings and a certificate,” he pointed out.
“I think they know we just married because you needed the inheritance.”
“But it’s true, we did get married for the inheritance, what? Do they think all marriage is because of love.” he quipped.
“Most people would think of that,” you muttered.
The man scoffed, bitter and disdained. “Well, I’m not like people, because if marriage is about love, then why do people get divorce?”
You became quiet for a moment. “I have a feeling that this isn’t about our marriage anymore.”
Sunghoon looked at you, a bitter expression drawn to his face. “You’re right. I don’t really believe in marriage at all. Not anymore. Not when my father and that woman ruined what’s supposed to be a bind of love and loyalty.”
“She hates you.”
Sunghoon chuckled in disbelief, “and I hate her more. She’s convinced that I abandoned that old man, when the truth is, he abandoned me first. They’re adamant that I wouldn’t be able to receive a single penny from my father because I ran away.”
“That’s absurd to hear, given that they probably have more than what you’ll receive.” you commented.
That’s when Sunghoon became quiet, knowing that he has more than what he’ll receive from his father.
“You know, my inheritance is just a small portion of my annual earnings, I don’t really need it at all,” he shared and his revelation made you confused.
“So why go to all the trouble for that small portion?” you asked.
From there, a bitter smile formed on his lips. “It felt like a compensation, for all the damage and trauma that old man gave me — or that's what I think, I mean, he could’ve not given me any inheritance at all but he still gave me some.”
“Well, did it compensate you in some way?” you asked as you finally understood why there’s a desperation in Sunghoon that night he proposed to you.
Sunghoon shook his head immediately, “I don’t know yet, I haven’t received it at all. But then again, will that small portion of money heal something in me?”
You only stared at him, not knowing what to say while Sunghoon let out a soft chuckle. “It sounds unconvincing right? Don’t worry, I’m confused too, but you don’t need to worry about me.”
“I can’t help but worry about you, not when you seemed to be going through a lot.” you told him and Sunghoon was surprised.
You shouldn’t worry about him. Sure, you two didn’t settle any conditions for your marriage but for Sunghoon — you don’t need to care for someone like him.
“First time someone ever cared for me and it’s my fake wife,” he remarked sarcastically.
“Sunghoon —
“Please y/n, I’ve been on my own for years, this is nothing,” that’s when Sunghoon stood up from his seat before glancing at you and giving a small yet pained smile. “It’s getting late, you should rest now. Goodnight.”
-
You’ve learned your boundaries that night.
That’s when you remembered that Sunghoon’s only your husband by papers. He’s not your lover or even Kenji’s father. You two only shared a common goal, and that was each individual’s need. Sure, he does care and would look after you, but that’s just common decency.
Perhaps you could blame yourself for being sympathetic for him, knowing little of his backstory, but given how much his step-family loathes him, you wanted to at least give him support or show him that he’s not alone.
That was your mistake, because a guy like Sunghoon, seemed to be content with his own solitude. You’ve learned from last week’s fiasco and starting from there, you convinced yourself that you should focus on you and your son’s well-being.
On the other hand, Sunghoon felt bad at shutting you out.
He noticed it, the way you kept your distance from him. You still would cook him meals, but you tend to leave him alone starting that day, and there’s not a day where he would eat the meals you’ve cooked with a guilty heart.
Blame him because he’s not used to kindness at all. Only one person has ever shown him kindness and that was his best friend. Sunghoon had long accepted that the rest of the world would be unkind to him. So for you to show concern to him, it was sudden — he doesn’t know if you’re genuine or not.
That part was kinda stupid of him because he shouldn’t accuse you of such a thing, especially when you agreed to his absurd plan of marrying him — but then again, you were just as desperate as he was.
The house settled in a suffocating silence this Saturday. It was Sunghoon’s day off, and for the first time ever since he landed in South Korea, Sunghoon took his time to rest and relax, which he did by spending the day watching some movies in Jaeyun's room.
Once finishing his second movie, Sunghoon decided to get out of his room to eat, knowing that it’s almost twelve, he’s sure that you’ve whipped out something or if not, he could order outside for the two of you.
But he hadn't even closed the door of his bedroom when he heard Kenji’s muffled cries inside your room across the hallway. Sunghoon stopped, hearing Kenji’s cries was rare, and knowing that the baby only cries when you're distressed, Sunghoon worries immediately.
“Y/n? Are you okay there?” he asked, knocking on the door.
No one answered but Kenji continued to cry. Your silence was deafening that Sunghoon called your name again and knocked on the door, and this time a bit more aggressive, hoping that you would answer.
A minute passed and you didn’t answer. That’s when Sunghoon decided to enter the room and saw that it was empty. That's only when he heard the muffled sound of running water inside the bathroom, made him realise that you were just taking a bath.
But Kenji’s cries were too loud and concerning for Sunghoon to ignore. He has absolutely zero knowledge when it comes to babies and yet, he went towards the crib, and carried Kenji in his arms.
The baby’s cries pierced through Sunghoon’s ears but the man ignored how irritating it was. Kenji was almost red from crying as Sunghoon panicked deep inside, hushing him as he pats his back gently, even singing random lullabies he could in hopes that it eased the baby.
“Kenji-yah what do you need? Are you hungry? Do you need milk? Did mama leave you alone —”
“Kenji!” a panicked voice stopped Sunghoon’s words, turning towards the sound, he saw you out of the bathroom with a worried look on your face.
You were dripping on the floor, soap suds still all over your arms and legs as a towel wrapped your body. You didn’t care about the wet trails you were leaving on the floor as you carefully approached them.
But before you could even go near them, Sunghoon took a step back, still carrying the crying baby in his arms.
“I got him, what do you think he needs?” Sunghoon asked.
“He’s hungry, let me just —”
“I’ll take care of Kenji,” Sunghoon volunteered. “Don’t worry about him, continue your bath.”
At the mention of the word, warm flushes on your cheeks. Remembering that you’re naked underneath your towel, you couldn’t help but to clutch on your towel tighter as you glanced at Sunghoon.
“Sorry, I didn’t expect him to wake up early from his nap,” you apologized.
“It’s fine, it’s nothing too.” Kenji’s cries halted your conversation, Sunghoon hushed him lightly before looking at you, giving you a short smile. “I’ll go feed him, alright? You can still rely on me.”
You nodded as an answer. Sunghoon left the room while you stood there, cheeks heating up in embarrassment and mind confused with his words.
How is it that you can still rely on him, but not the other way around? You wander before deciding to finish your bath so that you could feed Kenji yourself and not burden Sunghoon anymore.
Meanwhile in the dining room, Sunghoon safely placed Kenji at the baby booster. The baby still won’t stop crying, that’s why Sunghoon hurried, looking up on the internet on how to heat up baby food at the right temperature. He opened the fridge and found tons of tupperware containing Kenji’s food, grabbing one, he placed it inside the microwave to heat it up.
“Jiji, stop crying now okay? Here’s your food, it looks disgusting but it’s delicious,” Sunghoon said as he returned to the dining room, carrying a bowl of warm mashed vegetables which the man doesn’t want to know what it contains.
Sunghoon sat beside Kenji, grabbing a spoonful, the former tested the food if it’s in the right temperature for the baby, blowing it just to be sure before placing it near Kenji whose cries slowly faded when he saw the spoonful of food.
Kenji looked at Sunghoon with wide eyes as his mouth formed a small gap. Sunghoon gently tipped the spoon, carefully letting the baby taste the mashed food before eating it. As the baby got some food in his tummy, his arms flared around before he let out a tiny squeal, a smile forming on his lips.
The sight made Sunghoon smile too as he scooped another spoonful of the food. “The food’s delicious Jiji? It’s healthy too, that’s why you need to finish this bowl, so you can grow healthy and chunky.”
Sunghoon gave him another spoonful. Kenji didn’t protest nor struggle. He just let Sunghoon feed him as tiny sounds of happiness blabbered on his mouth. Sunghoon continued feeding the baby until the bowl’s almost halfway done.
“Do you want water Jiji? Here, have some water,” Sunghoon offered, giving Kenji a sippy cup which the baby held happily. The two stared at each other, and as Sunghoon watched Kenji drink almost halfway through the cup, there’s a small fulfillment in his heart.
From afar, you watched as Sunghoon fed your son without any complaints. The smile on the man’s lips beamed with satisfaction as he placed down the sippy cup, scooped another food, and fed the baby without any struggle. Kenji smiled once again, that smile that shows his two bottom teeth making Sunghoon laugh before poking the child’s round cheeks.
“He got used to you,” you commented as you entered the dining room, surprising Sunghoon and yet, his attention is still on the baby.
“Should I be lucky then?” he asked and you hummed, sitting at the empty chair near your son. Your hand brushed his hair and your son turned to look at you with a smile on his lips.
“Kenji’s environment before wasn’t that good at all, I think he can sense it when I am in distress, so he cries to save me,” you explained as Kenji reached for your hands. His tiny fingers clasped on your fingers gently as he let out a small giggle.
It was rare for Kenji to let out a sound of happiness. Seeing him smiling and giggling around Sunghoon, you were relieved. You remembered how your son’s loud cries were — louder than the arguments and fights you had with your ex-boyfriend.
“Now, he only cries when he’s hungry or he has pooped,” you joked, laughing at the situation back then but Sunghoon gaze remained at your son.
“Don’t worry, he’s safe here,” Sunghoon assured and although you didn’t need it from him, you nodded quietly.
“I know.”
“Y/n,” Sunghoon called out. You looked at him and noticed his quiet demeanor, he couldn’t even look you in the eyes, Sunghoon’s attention was on the unfinished bowl of baby food.
“I’m sorry about what happened a few days ago. For my sudden silence, I tend to shut down when people get too close to me,” he apologized.
“Do you want me to give you space? I promise I won’t cross any of your boundaries,” you suggested but Sunghoon shook his head.
“No, I am thankful actually, that you’re here, I am just used to being alone, never would I think it’ll be my fake wife who’d care for me.” he explained.
You only smiled at him. “You know, you can drop that fake wife thingy, we could be something else, a roommate, friend? Scheme partner?”
Sunghoon laughed at your suggestion, but he pulled your hand, the ring on your finger was evident that there’s more of the two of you.
“I think there’s nothing else I wouldn’t want to call you other than my wife.” he said softly.
-
A ring on the doorbell disturbed your Monday afternoon.
You were in the middle of folding the laundry when the doorbell rang twice. You stood up and went towards the door, and as you looked at the door viewer, you were confused to see a woman standing in front of the door.
“Hello, who is it?” you asked on the intercom.
“Does Park Sunghoon live here?” she asked you back.
“Can I ask what you need?”
“Please tell him it’s her mother.”
You became quiet, not knowing what to do. Sunghoon never told you about his biological mother and you didn’t ask him about that said topic. All you knew was that his father remarried, that’s all.
“Oh, he’s not here at the moment, but I can tell him that you visited,” you suggested.
“Thank you dear — I could just wait for him here,” she insisted and that’s when you felt guilty.
“No, please, come in, I’ll just inform him,” you said in panic.
“Thank you.”
You opened the door for her. Greeting her with a smile, that’s when you saw her clearly and you were surprised.
She looked beautiful — she looked exactly like Sunghoon. Pale skin, scattered moles, and when she gave you her wrinkly smile, she had small fangs just like Sunghoon. You stared at her for a good minute before she waved her hand in front of you. Brushing off your awkwardness, you just let her in.
“Thank you so much dear — I’m sorry, I didn’t get your name,” she asked.
“Y/n, I am Sunghoon’s wife,” you introduced and she seemed relieved.
“Oh, you’re his wife, you’re very pretty dear.”
“Thank you, please, take a seat,” you said as you guided her towards the living room where Kenji was roaming around in his walker. The old lady noticed your son, her smile became wider as she gave the baby a small wave and Kenji only stared at her.
“Is this your son?” she asked.
“Yes, his name is Kenji, I hope you don’t mind the mess,” you said, referring to the unfold clothes nearby.
“I don’t mind dear, your son is cute, bless you and Sunghoon’s married life,” the old lady said sincerely and you gave her a quick smile.
“Thank you, uhm…please, make yourself comfortable, I can make a drink for you, would you like coffee or tea?” you asked.
“Tea would be good, thank you.”
She was sophisticated and well-mannered, far different from Sunghoon’s stepmother. There’s not a single arrogance in her tone and she looked at you like her own daughter. If the circumstances were different, you would like to get to know her.
You made your way towards the kitchen before you fished out your phone and dialled Sunghoon’s phone number.
“Y/n, is there a problem?” he answered immediately.
“Sunghoon, a woman visited here,” you started, careful. “She said it’s your mother.”
A minute of silence passed in the line. Your heart beat fast as it seemed like you’ve touched a sensitive topic.
“My m-mother?” Sunghoon stuttered.
“She’s looking for you,” you added.
“Alright, I’ll go home now.” The call ended right there. Sunghoon sounded nervous. It surprised you given that Sunghoon was always confident. It gave you the hunch that his relationship with his mother wasn’t that good.
While waiting for Sunghoon to return, you focused on making tea for Sunghoon’s mother. You returned a few minutes later carrying a tray filled with the tea along with a plate of savory breads Sunghoon bought for you.
“Thank you dear,” she said once again and you nodded quietly before going back to your place. You focused on folding the laundry as the room fell into an awkward silence.
The old woman looked at you, and you chose to ignore her lingering stares because you were scared of asking questions — you don’t want to unfold any of Sunghoon’s past without his knowledge.
Kenji walked towards you, his walker bumped on your legs but you ignored the pain as you looked at your son. He tapped the toy car he was holding on you a few times before you accepted it. Kenji let out a squeal as he mumbled sounds that you’re still long to decipher.
“How old is he?” she asked, catching your attention.
“Eight months,” you answered.
“He looks like you,” she observed with a smile. “It reminded me of Hoon, when he was a baby, they all say that he looks like me.”
“You do look alike,” you commented and that thought made her smile.
But before the conversation could go a little longer, the keypad of the door beeped, and an abrupt open and close of the door caught your attention.
Sunghoon entered the living room as if he ran all his way to go home. He was catching his breath, completely concerning you but you immediately noticed how Sunghoon stopped when his eyes landed on his mother.
“Sunghoon,” his mother called, and from there, Sunghoon’s heart stopped.
He looked at the old woman whose beauty hadn't faded for the past few years. She gave him a wrinkly smile, and Sunghoon almost dropped on the floor.
It’s been years. It’s been seventeen years since he last saw her mother. Sunghoon’s mind went blank. He stood there frozen, eyes never leaving her. He couldn’t believe it. His mother’s right here in front of him.
“Sunghoon,” you called out once again.
“Is there a reason why you visited me?” he asked the old lady.
“I wanted to talk to you,” his mother simply replied. “Jongseong informed me that you’re here, with your family. I wanted to see them too.”
Sunghoon scoffed. He doesn’t know what to feel about his mother’s explanation, especially when it was his stepbrother who had informed her about his whereabouts. Deep inside he is convincing himself that mother genuinely wants to see him — not because she has other intentions.
“We can talk outside,” Sunghoon offered, glancing at you. “My wife’s still going through postpartum, it’s best not to stress her out.”
“Of course, I won’t take a lot of your time too,” the woman insisted and Sunghoon nodded. He gestured to his mother to follow him, and the woman only nodded.
“It was nice meeting you y/n,” she said to you as she passed by.
“Likewise ma’am,” you replied.
With that, you were left with nothing but mere silence and a heart that’s beating too hard for your own good.
-
At a coffee shop in the city center, Sunghoon faced his mother for the first time ever since she left.
The place wasn’t crowded. The two of them sat at a corner table beside the window. The street outside was bustling with people. It was noisy and yet, Sunghoon couldn’t bear the deafening silence between him and his mother who seemed so casual to see him again.
“How are you, Hoon-ah? Your wife is kind and pretty,” she smiled.
“Yes she is, and I am okay,” Sunghoon shortly replied, tone cold and monotone which his mother ignored.
“You’re staying in Sim Jaeyun’s place? How is he by the way? I haven’t heard from him either,” the old lady asked.
“It’s a temporary stay, Jaeyun’s okay, engaged, he’s staying in Japan, and so will I.”
That’s when his mother’s smile disappeared. “So this is just a temporary visit? That’s unfortunate, I would like to spend time with my grandson —”
“Enough of this bullshit, what do you even need?” Sunghoon cut off.
The old woman became quiet for a moment before a pained expression formed on her face. “I wanted to see you.”
“You wanted to see me? You left me when I was twelve,” Sunghoon pointed out.
“I didn’t have a choice Hoon-ah, you know that,” his mother argued.
“Of course, but why did you leave me there? You knew that dad was an asshole and yet, you left me there,” Sunghoon asked
“Because I know you’d have a good future if you stay with your father. He has everything that you need for a bright future — I — I couldn’t bear to see you go live in poverty if I took you with me,” his mother explained and it made sense for Sunghoon, and yet, he remembered all the pain he had to endure living with his father.
“I went through that same thing too, and I went through that alone. You think I was successful right now because of that old bastard? All of this, I did it alone,” Sunghoon claimed and the old woman faintly nodded.
“I know Hoon, and I’m very, very proud of you —”
“So why now? Why did you look for me right now? If you knew all these years that I’m on my own, why didn’t you look for me?” Sunghoon asked once again, and now, he could finally breathe. The question that has been running in his mind ever since his mother left has been answered.
“My husband doesn’t know that I had a family before him,” she explained. “He doesn’t even know that I went to see you too.”
Sunghoon fell into silence. Appalled at his mother’s confession because there’s a part of him that wanted to think that his mother is just out there, living her own life but turns out, she had her own family, just like his father — Sunghoon was an unwanted child after all these years.
“So you remarried too, a wealthy man too I guess, given how you look right now,” Sunghoon mocked before laughing in disbelief. “This is bullshit, why did you even put me in this world if you two are just going to end up abandoning me.”
“Sunghoon —”
“I don’t know what’s worse, my father treating me like I don’t exist or my mother who only stood from afar, watching me,” Sunghoon taunted.
Tears started to fall on his mother’s eyes. Sunghoon wanted to feel sorry for her, but he knew that at the end of this talk, she’ll go back to her husband and act like she didn’t abandon her own child.
“I’m sorry Sunghoon, please, it’s not your fault, please know that,” she sobbed, and yet, resentment was the only thing Sunghoon could feel.
“You’re right. It’s not my fault that you two don’t love each other anymore, and it’s not my fault that I look exactly like you, hence, why father loathed me so much,” Sunghoon pointed out.
Sunghoon’s mother had the beauty that may be envied by the goddess — for Sunghoon, it was a curse to inherit his mother’s beauty. Ever since she left, there’s not a day where his father looked at him with anger and utter disgust as the old man’s words scarred through his heart.
“I can’t even stand to look at your fucking face, it disgusts me.”
Everyday, those words were nailed in his mind, and everyday, Sunghoon gave all his will to survive in that damn household.
Then, his father remarried. His secretary. His mistress — Jongseong’s mother.
After that, Sunghoon no longer exists. He became a ghost living under Jongseong’s shadow. He watched how his father smiled and laughed around his new family, and witnessed how his father treated Jongseong like his own son. They had everything that Sunghoon should’ve. At that moment, Sunghoon felt how cruel the world was to him.
Maybe, the reason why he wasn’t content with just receiving inheritance from his late father is because he doesn’t need money. He needed answers. Why? Why was he his parents’ son? Why did he even exist in this world if he’s only going to end up being alone? What does he lack?
Sunghoon knew it. The thing money and reputation couldn’t buy. Love. Sunghoon needed love, and yet, it was one thing that he was deprived of when he was still young. His parents didn’t want him, his best friend betrayed him — hell, his ex-girlfriend even cheated on him. It was as if Sunghoon was cursed to be unlovable.
So why? What did he do in his past life to deserve this?
“I’m sorry, I know it was hard for you but I still want to be there for you —”
“I don’t need your sorry, in fact, I don’t need you because it seems like you acted like I didn’t also exist in this world,” Sunghoon stated firmly.
“Sunghoon.”
“Don’t call me that, don’t reach out to me, I don’t want to do anything with you, I lived my whole life alone, I don’t need anyone anymore.” he ordered as his mother continued to sob.
“Sunghoon please, you’re still my son, you have to understand.” the old woman pleaded but Sunghoon shook his head.
“The moment you left me was the moment you disowned me, so please, don’t try and act like a mother to me. You’re years late.”
“Sunghoon, please,” that’s when his mother got a touch of his hand. Her hands were cold, filled with nervousness and yet, Sunghoon winced at the fact that it felt warm and homely for him.
“What do you even need from me?” Sunghoon asked, defeated at the sight of his sobbing mother.
“I am telling you this, as your mother, the inheritance…it’s not worth all the trouble.”
It struck him. Sunghoon immediately removed the woman’s hold on him. He stood up, disgusted at her words before a scoff escaped his lips, “is this why you visited me? And here I thought you really wanted to see me.”
“I care for you Sunghoon, that is why I am telling you, you’re worth more than what you’ll receive from Seonho’s money. Please, don’t cause any more trouble.” she advised.
“I am not causing any trouble, I am just simply getting my inheritance. Is it bad that I want something from my father who treated me like shit for years?” Sunghoon pleaded, almost begging.
“He’s not worth all your efforts Sunghoon, you’re doing fine — you’re living well, so why?”
“Because there’s a part of me that’s missing, and maybe that will fill all the gaps that’s been missing ever since our family was destroyed, so please, if you really care enough for me, you’d let me do this,” he explained.
“Sunghoon —”
“You’re also a part of the reason why I ended up like this, so let me go and this will be the last time we’ll be seeing each other. Goodbye mom,” Sunghoon said. His statement was cold and firm, just like how his mother pushed him away that night she left the house.
He didn’t wait for any of his mother’s words. Sunghoon exited the coffee shop, as the last thing that he heard was his mother’s muffled sob that only made his heart ache harder, but instead of going back to her, he quickened his pace as his mind started to spiral and heart started to be filled with guilt.
-
It was almost three am and Sunghoon’s still not home.
You couldn’t reach him nor would he return your calls, and you’re filled with nothing but anxiety and guilt. The silence crept inside the living room as you sat on the couch, looking at your phone for the hundredth time hoping that Sunghoon had read your text.
You’re blaming yourself for anything that might happen to him. You should have left his mother outside to wait, you shouldn’t have let her inside, and maybe, Sunghoon would’ve been home right now instead of missing somewhere in Seoul.
But all your worries faded when you heard the short beep sound of the door’s keypad. Standing up from the couch, you turn towards the noise only for you to be surprised by the view.
A drunk Sunghoon was at the door. He couldn’t even hold himself, leaning against the doorway as he tried to shrug off his shoe with a grunt. You were frozen for a moment, scared of what he might be when drunk.
From a distance, you watched as he stumbled and bumped onto furniture, muttering complaints under his breath, and as you watched at how he almost fell to the ground, that’s when you approached to help him, guiding him to rest half of his weight as you dragged him towards the living room.
“Sunghoon? How much did you drink? Do you know where you are?” you asked frantically.
Sunghoon giggled instead, too drunk to answer as he rested his head on your shoulder. His heavy weight pushed you to almost lose your balance, but you managed to drag him towards the sofa where he plopped his whole body.
You helped him lay into a better position, removing his shoes in the process while Sunghoon groaned in pain.
“My head hurts,” he said, almost a mumble.
“Just wait, I’ll get you some water,” you said to him as you stood up, but he grabbed your arms immediately, completely startling you at the sudden action.
For a second, he didn’t say a word. Sunghoon remained in his position. Eyes closed, one arm thrown over his forehead and the other clutching onto your arms. You tugged your arm, but Sunghoon squeezed it lightly.
“Stay here please,” he pleaded.
“I’ll just get you a drink,” you assured but he shook his head.
“No.” he said firmly like how he held your arms. “Don’t leave me please…I’m so lonely.”
The sudden confession halted you. That’s when you moved, kneeling on the floor to be on the same level as him. Gently, you brushed his messy hair but then it came.
His sobs. Muffled and concealed, as if he was afraid that it might burst and flood the place.
“I’m so…so fucking lonely y/n. I don’t have anyone.” Sunghoon cried, drunk and frustrated in this world, while you stayed there, hoping that your presence could comfort him somehow.
“My father hated me, my mother abandoned me…I don’t — I don’t have anyone in this world, it’s so unfair.”
That short gist was the only thing that you needed to know about his relationship with his mother. The guilt in your heart became heavier as you realized that Sunghoon’s holding a deep resentment towards his mother.
“I’m sorry Sunghoon, I didn’t know that you went through that,” you apologized quietly as Sunghoon continued to cry.
“I hate myself.”
That’s when you cup his face to make him look at you. He looked confused with his nose red and eyes glassy and wide. “No, you don’t Sunghoon, you’re just drunk.”
His tear-stained eyes lingered on you, bitterly, Sunghoon held your hand.“I thought it’ll wash away the pain, but it still hurts, it hurts that they had the chance to move on and have their own family while I…I was left on my own.”
“Don’t say that Sunghoon, you were strong because you didn’t give up, and be proud of it. Just so you know, there are other people who were there for you.” you insisted.
“Who?” he asked, and you thought for a moment.
“Well, you have Jaeyun, he’s your best friend,” you answered.
That’s when a genuine chuckled escaped his lips. “right…Jaeyun-ah, I’m glad he’s my best friend, I’m so happy,”
“That’s great Sunghoon, see? You’re not alone,” you said, giving him a smile.
“Who else?” he asked, and you raised an eyebrow.
“What?”
“Do I only have Jaeyun in my life?” Sunghoon asked and your heart started beating fast.
He looked at you like he was waiting for a specific answer. His hands lingered on your skin longer, thumb caressing it softly as your heart became more nauseous and your mind suddenly went blank.
It would hurt to lie a little right? You convinced as a deep sigh escaped your lips, staring at him and knowing that it’ll probably hurt you to leave him someday too.
“Well, you have me Sunghoon,” you said quietly, and you witnessed how his shoulder relaxed for a moment.
“You’re not going to leave me right?” he asked, almost desperate that you don’t know if his words are just drunken words, but still, you didn’t have the heart to hurt him especially knowing what he went through.
“Right?” he asked once again, almost begging.
“Of course Sunghoon, I’ll be here,” you said to him without any hesitation, because maybe, it’s better to be with him even if it’s only for a while.
“Great, because I need you,” Sunghoon admitted and you were caught off-guard with it. It didn’t even sinked into you how he grabbed you suddenly, earning a yelp from you as you stumbled on top of him. His arms wrapped around your waist as he buried his head on your shoulders, his grip was tight — as if he was scared of you leaving.
“You’re so warm,” he commented.
The thought made you chuckle. “Well hopefully I am.”
“Stay with me?” he asked.
“Of course Sunghoon,” you said, patting his head gently. “I’ll be here.”
-
Sunghoon woke up with a numbing pain on his head.
A groan escaped his lips as he attempted to sit up from the couch — which reminded him of last night’s remnants.
The first thing he noticed was that you weren’t on top of him anymore. He woke up alone with a blanket covering him up. Everything about him hurts, his body, mind — even his emotions, it was still aching but right now, Sunghoon was looking for you.
He walked away from the living room, calling out your name but his voice only echoed inside the house. Sunghoon went towards your room and knocked on the door, but no one answered.
His heart started to beat fast. Sunghoon frantically grabbed his phone to dial your phone when the keypad rang and the door swung open. You entered the living room unknowingly, carrying a bag full of groceries with Kenji on your baby carrier. Sunghoon sighed in relief at the sight.
“Hoon, you’re awake,” you observed.
“Y/n…” he mumbled.
“Does your head hurt? I —”
You weren’t able to finish your words when all of the sudden, he went straight towards you and hugged you tightly, as if he was afraid that he’ll be alone again.
“Sunghoon?” you questioned but his hug became tighter.
“I thought you left me,” he said muffled. “It scared me, waking up alone.”
“I didn’t, and Sunghoon, I am not leaving you.” you told him, patting his back lightly.
“Y/n,” he stopped, breaking out of the hug as he looked at you. “About last night.”
“Let’s talk about it when your head doesn’t hurt anymore,” you suggested.
“No, I just…I’m sorry for how I acted, but I’m not going to lie when I said that I meant those words,” he disagreed and you became quiet for a moment.
“You remember what you said?” you asked, surprised.
“I know I was drunk, and I know I was crying, but sometimes, you just can’t stop the words that slip out of your mouth.”
You stared at him. Quiet and composed while he looked at you.
“I mean it when I said to not leave me,” he repeated.
“Oh.”
“You just somehow fill something in me that’s been missing, it must be the loneliness right? But at the same time, it just feels right, having you right here,” he confessed, eyes never leaving you who was utterly confused.
“You didn’t need to say anything right now, but I just want to let you know how I feel when you’re around,” he shrugged, giving you a small smile before he turned around but you called his name immediately, making him stop.
“What?” he asked.
You placed down the grocery bag you were holding before you placed your son on the couch. “Can I give you a hug?”
Sunghoon looked confused. “What?”
“You look like you need a hug,” you pointed out, almost shy. “Especially after what happened yesterday.”
Sunghoon didn’t say a word, he just took a step, and two, until he found himself falling for you. Head buried on your shoulders as he wrapped his arms around you, tight and melting in your warmth.
Then came the cries, muffled ones as you felt Sunghoon visibly shake on your touch. You didn’t say anything but instead you rubbed circles on his back before patting it lightly.
“It’s unfair, how could she think that she could just walk into my life that easily?” Sunghoon asked.
“I’m sorry for letting her in, I don’t know —”
“It’s not your fault, I didn’t tell you about her,” he cut off immediately.
“Well, it would be nice if I could at least have some knowledge about it,” you said as you broke out of the hug. Cupping his cheeks as you lightly swipe the tears away. “If that’s okay with you?”
“Of course.”
Sunghoon told you everything about his past.
They used to be the perfect family. Sunghoon remembered all the happy days he had with his parents. They would bring him to Hokkaido and they would stay at an exclusive ski resort. He told you with a bitter smile how his father taught him how to snowboard and ski, and it became an annual tradition for them to go to Hokkaido during winter.
Sunghoon also shared that he, Jaeyun, and Jongseong had always been friends since childhood. Jaeyun was a family friend while Jongseong was the son of his father’s secretary. They went to the same school together and became close like brothers.
Things changed when Sunghoon celebrated his eleventh birthday. Sunghoon was so busy playing with his best friends that he didn’t notice that his parents were tense throughout that day.
That was when the first fight happened.
After that, their fights continued. Sunghoon shared how he would fall asleep in tears, hearing his parents argue, the glassware breaking, and how his mother screamed in pain.
All because his father was having an affair.
To Jongseong’s mother, which Sunghoon witnessed firsthand when he walked into his father’s office. He went straight there from school, holding a gold medal from a calligraphy contest which he won. Eleven-year-old Sunghoon was excited to tell his father the good news but everything crumbled down.
The sight disgusted him. It was completely unbearable that he was frozen from his. But what hurt him the most was how his father shut the door in front of him instead of explaining everything and apologizing to his son.
Since then, he never looked at his father the same way.
A year later, his mother left them, and not a year had passed and his father married Jongseong’s mother, which didn’t surprise Sunghoon anymore.
For the following years, Sunghoon lived a life of hell. He became invisible to his father’s eyes and when he turned nineteen, Sunghoon made a life-changing decision.
Because the moment his father landed a punch on him, that’s when Sunghoon decided that he’s not going to live through his abuse just like what his mother did.
Sunghoon ran away. Live a struggling life in Japan, alone yet determined.
He almost gave up. Almost. Sunghoon thought it was worthless living a life in misery and loneliness. All he felt was the constant suffering, especially when he saw news of his father and his new family living happily in Seoul.
Sunghoon wanted to end it all.
If it wasn’t for Jaeyun who visited him in Japan, Sunghoon would’ve been dead by now. He owes his life to his best friend. Sunghoon strived to find a will to live through small goals. Sugar-daeng was just a small coffee shop. It was enough for him. But it turned into a huge franchise, and suddenly Sunghoon had achieved his dream in just a glimpse.
Sunghoon was content with his life now. He’s living a good life. Although he does admit it can be lonely sometimes, Sunghoon thought that life has better things to offer aside from love.
Throughout the years he lived his life in Japan, Sunghoon swore that he wouldn't go back to South Korea. But when he heard that his father died due to a terminal illness, and his lawyer sent him an email regarding his inheritance, Sunghoon found himself back to the place he had cursed.
“You know, when I heard the news of my father’s death, I bought the most expensive whiskey and drank my hearts out,” Sunghoon shared.
“I drank half of that bottle, and it wasn’t a moment of celebration, I was grieving,” Sunghoon smiled. “Grieving at the fact that I could never ever find peace for myself because I wasn’t able to confront him for all the hell he gave me.”
You remained quiet, listening to his story as throughout his telling, there’s a bitter yet sorrowed expression on his face.
“I guess that’s why I wanted to receive my inheritance, at least he made some compensation, he was still a good businessman despite being a jerk of a father.” he joked and your forehead creased, Sunghoon laughed at your reaction.
“What? I’m trying to lighten up the mood,” he insisted, even smiling. “Sometimes I joke about this kind of stuff to cope, it does help me.”
“I don’t know if I should laugh or not,” you hesitated.
“Please, I did that to make you smile,” Sunghoon teased and that’s when a faint chuckle escaped on your lips.
Sunghoon looked at you, his hand finding its way to yours, gently holding it. “Thank you, for listening.”
“Thank you for trusting me with your past,” you answered.
Sunghoon hummed. His hands grabbed yours and gently placed a kiss on it. You smiled at his action, ignoring the way your heart went crazy, as you focused on the peaceful silence that comforted the two of you.
-
The following day, Sunghoon felt like he was decided with you.
“You’re leaving?” Mr. Yoon asked, raising an eyebrow as he stared at Sunghoon who had a firm expression on his face.
“Yes, I don’t think we’re safe here in Seoul,” Sunghoon shared. “I know you’re still fixing the papers but I hope we continue to keep in touch until everything’s transferred.”
The lawyer looked at him for a second. “You’re taking her with you?”
“Yes.”
Mr. Yoon chuckled, “you’re attached, Sunghoon.”
“Is it bad Mr. Yoon?” Sunghoon asked, genuinely.
“No, in fact, I am happy for you,” the old man smiled. “I may not know you that long, but I do see that you needed someone in your life, and she seemed to fit the person that you need.”
Sunghoon smiled at the lawyer’s words. “I guess fate brought us to meet together.”
“If that’s the case, I’ll be happy to fix everything, we’ll keep in touch through emails and messages. Don’t worry Sunghoon, you’ll be able to get your inheritance in no time,” the lawyer assured.
“Thank you, Mr. Yoon.”
“She’s staying at home?” Mr. Yoon asked, and Sunghoon shook his head immediately.
“Nope, she’s at the lobby waiting, we’ll be taking Kenji out to the park,” the younger man shared.
“Well, I won’t hold you too long, enjoy your day Sunghoon.” With smiles, both bid goodbye as Sunghoon exited the lawyer’s office.
As Sunghoon went down to the lobby, his eyes wandered at you sitting by the lobby sofa, playing with Kenji who’s wearing an adorable penguin onesie Sunghoon bought.
His smile widened at the view, approaching you casually who noticed him immediately. You stood up with a smile on your face, carrying the little penguin in your arms. Sunghoon thought that he wouldn’t replace you and Kenji with anything from this world.
“Let’s go?” you asked and Sunghoon nodded quietly.
The drive towards the park was quiet yet the atmosphere’s as bright as the day. The sun was up and the breeze was cool and refreshing. There were a lot of people having a picnic and strolling in the park by the time the three of you arrived.
Sunghoon found a spot nearby a tree, the shade was enough to cover the spot from the heat of the sun. You placed Kenji down before taking out the picnic bag that you and Sunghoon prepared earlier for the picnic. It contained onigiri, kimbap, and sliced fruits. Kenji happily munched on the apple while you and Sunghoon talked.
“You seemed to be in a good mood after your talk with Mr. Yoon,” you observed.
“Well, maybe I had some change of plans,” Sunghoon shared and you raise an eyebrow.
“Regarding us?”
Sunghoon nodded. The smile on his face was still visible as he looked at you. “Let’s leave.”
“Leave? Leave Seoul?”
“Not just Seoul, let’s leave South Korea, let’s stay in Japan,” he explained.
“What about your inheritance?” you asked.
“Mr. Yoon will handle it, but for now, I don’t want to stay here any longer — and I don’t want you either, we’re both not safe here,” Sunghoon explained.
You became quiet for a moment. His offer was sudden, but this is what you’ve been dreaming of, right? Sunghoon’s right, you’re not safe here, not when your ex-boyfriend’s still searching for you.
Sunghoon noticed your surprised expression, and the way you became quiet for a moment. He knows that it was sudden, and he knows that whatever you two had is still blurry, but he understood why you reacted that way.
“I’m not rushing you okay? Give time to think about it,” Sunghoon added.
“If we ever leave, when?” you asked.
“It’s up to you when, but the sooner the better y/n,” he explained, and that made you sigh in relief.
“Okay, I’ll think about it,” you answered.
“Take your time y/n, because as long as I am here, you’re protected,” he assured.
You nod as reply before focusing your attention towards your son who’s making a mess eating the onigiri. Sunghoon’s phone rang at that moment, grabbing it to see who called.
“I’ll just get the chicken okay?” Sunghoon excused, standing up from his place to get the chicken he ordered for the picnic.
“Okay,” you nodded, watching him disappear from your sight.
The delivery man was a bit farther from your spot. Sunghoon practically ran all the way to the delivery man who gave him apologies but Sunghoon brushed it off. After paying and getting the chicken, the pale man decided to just walk slowly on his way, just so he could relax for a moment.
As he found himself almost near the spot, his forehead creased when he couldn’t see you. He’s a hundred percent sure that this is where you and him placed the picnic mat.
But as he got nearer to the spot, Sunghoon freezed. Unknowingly, he dropped the box on the ground as he stood in front of the spot. It was empty. You were gone, and suddenly, Sunghoon could hear how fast his heart started to beat rapidly.
You’re gone.
You left him alone. Sunghoon’s world crashed down. Not again. He begged, but seeing the empty spot, memories flooded him. His eyes were glassy, as his tears were ready to betray him.
Sunghoon frantically grabbed his phone and pressed your phone number. Your phone picked-up the call but that’s when Sunghoon heard that faint ringtone nearby.
Your phone sat idly on the ground. He picked it up even more confused. Did you leave it on purpose? Just like how his mother left her things when she ran away. Sunghoon couldn’t believe it — he had been betrayed by someone he loved again.
But at the moment he was turning crazy, your phone rang. An unknown number called you and Sunghoon stared at it for a moment before answering it.
“Y/n —”
“Sunghoon!” Your scream alarmed Sunghoon immediately, from the background, he heard Kenji’s cries and that’s when it sinked into him.
Someone took you away from him.
“Y/n!? Y/n where are you, tell me!” he shouted but a laughter answered him instead.
“Who are you!? What do you want!?” Sunghoon shouted.
“I never thought you had a heart, Park,” the voice answered. It was deep and robotic, trying to conceal their identity.
“Listen to me you dumb shit, while I have a heart and patience, release y/n and Kenji now, you don’t want to mess with me,” Sunghoon warned but the caller wasn’t fazed. He laughed at the man’s words, making Sunghoon fumed in anger.
“I know you Park, too well that your words are just merely useless,” the voice answered. “If you care about them, don’t act all cocky right now.”
“What do you want?” he asked once again.
“Ah, straight to the point as usual,” a chuckle left his lips and Sunghoon badly wanted to throw your phone away.
“Ten billion won. Cash. Keep it a clean Park. No police involved. I’ll send you an address and you have until midnight." The call ended, and seconds after that, a text was sent to him.
The details of the address, and a picture of you, tied down on your wrists, roughed-up with a knife pointed on your neck. Your face was filled with fear and Kenji —
He’s nowhere to be found. Sunghoon had enough. He doesn’t care about the stranger’s conditions anymore. He messed with the wrong person, and Sunghoon will make sure that he’d rescue his family — even if it means getting blood in his hands.
Sunghoon grabbed his phone and dialled a number.
“Sunghoon, what is it —”
“Mr. Yoon, my wife and son were kidnapped, I need your help right now,” Sunghoon started.
A beat of silence welcomed him before a sigh, “do you have any suspects?”
“It could be her ex-boyfriend, he was crazy and abusive, but I don’t think he’d be able to find her here — unless he has sources of her whereabouts,” he explained.
“This is a heavy accusation, Sunghoon, think about it thoroughly,” the old man said over the phone.
“They’re my only enemy right now,” Sunghoon said. “But for now, I need backup, they sent me an address and they needed money too.”
“I’ll contact an official, give me the details and help will be on their way, and Sunghoon, don’t do anything rash,” the old man advised before the call ended.
Sunghoon laughed darkly at the lawyer’s words. Don’t do anything rash. He just said that to the wrong person.
-
The location was at an abandoned warehouse outside the city. In a place where a construction site nearby is happening. It was almost sunset when Sunghoon arrived at the place. Cars rarely passed by the place, and the construction site was empty too.
Sunghoon went there alone, but some police were on standby in case he needed help. On his right hand was a huge duffel bag, containing a hefty amount of money. Sunghoon doesn’t know who he was talking to, but he has a hunch. He only has one enemy after all.
He entered the warehouse without any thought. The place was dimmed and hollowed, but his eyes immediately caught a figure at a corner.
You’re tied-up in a chair, out of consciousness as your dress was all tattered and ruined. Sunghoon was about to approach you but from the shadows, a few men emerged out of it.
The door closed, Sunghoon was cornered and yet, he wasn’t scared. He eyed each one of them until someone familiar caught his eyes.
“It’s you,” he breathed.
“You looked surprised,” Nicholas taunted, smirking as he played with the knife in his hand. Sunghoon observed the other men. They looked like a syndicate, holding different types of weapons, mostly knives and metal pipes.
Just some typical low-class troubles. Sunghoon understood the scenario immediately. Nicholas was just after the money, and not for you and Kenji.
“I don’t want any harm. You said, to keep it clean right? I have the money here, now, release them,” Sunghoon asked, dropping the bag on the floor.
Nicholas stared at the bag before glancing at Sunghoon, “how should I know that this isn’t a fake?”
“Keep it clean you say, I’m here alone, and I have no backups. I don’t care if I lose money, I just need them back,” Sunghoon convinced.
“She’s damn right, you do have a weak heart,” he taunted, laughing along with the thugs but Sunghoon remained from his place with a cold expression.
“Release them now or else —”
“You think I let you get away that easily? You owe me,” Nicholas threatened, walking towards him with the knife in his hand.
Sunghoon smirked, “for what? That kick I gave you? Never thought you’d scrambled off in just one kick.”
The other man’s nose flared. Angrily, he cursed at Sunghoon before running towards him ready to attack.
But before he could swing, a loud bang echoed inside the warehouse. Everyone dropped onto their knees in panic while Sunghoon remained unfazed with the pistol in his hand.
The smell of gunpowder reeked inside the warehouse. He sighed boredly as he approached Nicholas while loading the gun. Slow yet heavy strides that came like a warning until he’s standing in front of the shaking man who’s holding his bleeding arm, grazed by the gunshot.
“I told you, you don’t want to mess with me,” Sunghoon warned, facing the gun in the man’s face. His finger rests on its trigger.
“I’m sorry,” the man stuttered but Sunghoon’s expression remained blank.
“It’s a little too late for that now,” Sunghoon smirked and without a warning, used the barrel to swing another punch on Nicholas’ face, and as if it wasn’t enough, he swung another one until his hands dripped with blood.
From a distance, the faint sound of a siren could be heard. The thugs’ faces distorted into panic as one of them screamed and hurriedly, they scrambled their way out to escape but it was too late — the police had arrived just in time and they were arrested.
“You could’ve hired braver thugs to accompany you, don’t you think?” Sunghoon taunted before standing up and giving the man another kick. Nicholas wasn’t able to do anything but to groan in pain.
Switching the gun back to safety. Sunghoon placed it back inside his coat’s pocket before approaching you. He sighed in relief as he untied you gently, completely startling you awake.
“Hey, it’s fine, I’m here, you’re safe now,” Sunghoon gently assured as he carefully removed the duct tape on your face. Your muffled sobs turned into cries as Sunghoon hushed you until you’re completely untied.
“Sunghoon —”
“It’s okay, I’m here now, we’re safe now,” Sunghoon said, but your eyes were searching for someone.
“Kenji, where is Kenji!?” you shouted, and Sunghoon realized that you were all alone. He looked around and felt it — the utter silence. If Kenji was here, he would’ve been crying for help.
“He…h-he’s not here?” Sunghoon breathed, heart becoming unstable at the thought.
Your eyes widened as tears poured continuously. “N-no, no — oh my gosh, my son —”
Sunghoon’s sight turned red. He looked at Nicholas who’s trying to escape, and without a word, he grabbed him by the collar and landed a punch on his stomach.
“Where’s Kenji!?” Sunghoon shouted.
“I don’t know!” the man shouted back.
“You better tell me the truth or it won’t end well with us,” the pale man shouted, grabbing the gun from his pocket.
“I don’t know man! She has him!” Nicholas argued, halting Sunghoon.
“She?” he asked.
“That woman, she — she did this! Told me she'll pay me a hefty amount of money if I brought y/n and Kenji to her —” Sunghoon didn’t even let Nicholas finish his words. The latter stumbled on the ground floor, face wrecked and coughing out blood as Sunghoon’s hold on the gun tightened.
“Where is she?” he asked.
“I don’t know — seriously I don’t know! We only talk through phone calls and messages,” with his answer, Sunghoon couldn’t help but to kick him hard before letting out a curse.
“You’re going to rot in jail, you hear me? Along with that woman,” Sunghoon stated as the warehouse’s door swung open and a group of policemen entered the place. Sunghoon put back the gun and hurriedly went back to you.
“Where’s my baby?” you whispered, but Sunghoon hushed you as he guided you towards the exit of the warehouse. You couldn’t even walk properly, Sunghoon’s carrying half of your weight as he dragged you towards the exit.
“Sunghoon —”
“We’ll look for him,” he answered.
“No! No!” you screamed in panic, crying hysterically until you saw your ex-boyfriend getting dragged away by the police.
“You asshole! Where’s Kenji! Where did you hide him!” you screamed at him, trying to get out of Sunghoon’s hold as the latter tried to calm you down until your knees weakened and you fell on the ground, heart weakening because your son’s nowhere to be found.
“Mr. Park,” a police officer called, and as Sunghoon glanced, his eyes widened when the police were carrying a familiar penguin onesie.
“Kenji!” you shouted, scrambling your way to stand up and get him from the officer. The police let you be as you hushed your son who’s been crying nonstop.
“We found him crying at one of the parked cars a few feet away. He’s fine, no signs of injury or any discomfort,” the officer explained, and Sunghoon was relieved that Kenji was fine.
“The car, what’s the plate number?” he asked.
“It’s an abandoned one Mr. Park, but we did find something in the car seat, is this earring familiar to you?” he asked, handing you a pearl drop earring.
His face darkened, observing the earring as he knew the only person who wore the pair.
“This is my mother’s,” Sunghoon answered, facing the officer.
“Your mother?” he asked, confused.
Sunghoon nodded, “yes, these are her favorite earrings.”
“That would mean that she’s the leading suspect behind this incident —”
“No, she’s not. She left her jewelry set when she left us,” Sunghoon halted casually, placing the earring on his jean’s pocket before glancing at the officer. “And there’s only one person who had the nerve to wear my mother’s collections.”
-
Dinner seemed to be peaceful in the penthouse of the Park family.
The mood was bright, laughter filled the dining room as they ate with their heart’s content. They talked about the usual things, a day in the office, gossip, and even reminiscing old memories.
The conversation didn’t stop, not even when Jihyun drank more than she usually takes. Jongseong doesn’t seem to have observed his mother’s odd behavior, he is focused on his daughter who could now eat solid foods. He would do the plane trick to his daughter who would squeal in joy before eating the tiny cut of steak.
Everything seemed to be going well until a maid entered the dining room.
“You have a visitor, madam,” she announced, catching everyone’s attention.
“Who?” Jongseong asked, not noticing the man who entered the dining room.
“Lovely dinner, we’re having here,” Sunghoon commented, smiling cockily as he looked at them.
“What are you doing here?” Jongseong asked.
“I was just dropping by because Jihyun left something,” from his pocket, Sunghoon grabbed the small jewelry, eyeing it thoroughly before he clicked his tongue. “It’s a shame not to return it, after all, you seemed to love my mother’s collection.”
Jongseong looked at Sunghoon confused yet, there’s a hint of annoyance on his face. “Did you two meet?”
“Beats me, why don’t you ask your mother what she did today?” Sunghoon challenged, smirking as he approached them at the table. He stood in front of Jihyun who turned pale at the sight of Sunghoon who’s all roughed-up and bloodied.
“I’m confused,” his step-brother commented.
Sunghoon chuckled. “Right, so am I Jongseong, so why don’t you ask your mother what happened today.”
“Don’t listen to him Jongseong,” Jihyun defended, glaring at Sunghoon who only stared. “You have the nerve to show up here and threaten me? Leave or else I’ll call the police.”
“The police are already waiting outside Ms. Nam, and it sucks to say, they’re waiting for you,” Sunghoon declared.
“What!? The fuck are you talking about!?” Jongseong stood up from his seat, angry at the accusations, but Sunghoon remained from his place, his expression turning blank yet seething with rage.
“Why don’t you ask your mother Jongseong!? Ask her why the fuck she kidnapped my wife and left my son outside to die!” Sunghoon announced.
“She’s not even your real wife!” the old woman shrieked, standing up as panic started to get into her. “She — you just married her just to get your inheritance! He’s not even your real son!”
“That’s why you kidnapped them right!? The fuck is your problem!? It’s not like I am stealing Saint-Park from you two, I only want my inheritance,” Sunghoon explained but the old lady ignored his words.
“You shouldn’t have returned,” she said. “You had the nerve to show up after leaving us, you don’t deserve a single amount of money from Seonho’s hardwork.”
“Well shit happens Jihyun, it’s in my father’s will that I, Park Sunghoon, his son, will receive an inheritance.”
She scoffed, “That’s why you lied? Hired a fake wife and child for this?”
“In my defense, the will didn’t say anything about the other conditions, I am married and I have a son, and that’s enough, Mr. Yoon will fix it as soon as possible,” Sunghoon smirked.
“Why did you have to return!?” the old lady shouted once again. “Why!? All the hardworks I’ve done just to give Jongseong a better future, you’re just going to ruin it!?”
“Hardwork? You mean whoring around and seducing my father? Jihyun, you didn’t have to go to this extent because I have no greed unlike you and your son,” Sunghoon explained, glaring at Jongseong who didn’t hesitate to punch Sunghoon.
“Fuck you! You’re the one who’s fucking greedy. You don’t even need that inheritance, why do you have the audacity to ask for your share when you left years ago!” Jongseong exploded.
Sunghoon sighed as he stood up, his jaw was aching and yet, he didn’t have the energy to fight back. He only stood there, eyes glassy as he looked at his step-family.
“I deserve it, for all the shit he did. For all the shit you two did to me! I was twelve, abandoned, and lonely,” he confessed, words shaky as he looked at each one of them. “I only want my inheritance, that’s all. If you had just given it to me without any complaints, I would’ve left this country the moment I got it.”
The police arrived at that moment, completely startling everyone. They swarmed around Jihyun, grabbing her by her arms while she struggled against their hold. Jongseong tried to interfere but the police stopped him, and Sunghoon only watched the scene; feeling the sense of justice finally on his side.
“But you hurt the people I love, and I am not going to let that slip away.” he explained, glancing at Jihyun who was screaming her way out of the police’s hold not until she was put in handcuffs.
Sunghoon watched as the old woman was dragged away from the house. He trailed behind, quiet yet settled with his decision to put his stepmother in jail.
“Sunghoon,” but a hand stopped him. Turning around, Sunghoon faced a Jongseong who was shattered from the scene.
“Let’s talk about this,” he begged as his grip on his step-brother’s shoulder tightened.
“She will just be questioned by the police Jongseong, she can have her own lawyer and if she really didn’t do it, she can walk away freely,” Sunghoon explained before shoving the former’s hand. “But seeing her reaction, I doubt she’s innocent.”
Sunghoon left the building. At the entrance, a few police cars were parked. The whole place was in chaos. Strangers gathered around, curious about the scene but Sunghoon ignored all the spectators as he approached one of the officers.
“We’ll be taking her to the station, you can rest for now Mr. Park, we’ll expect you tomorrow at the station for the full report and if ever you decide to file a case,” the police explained.
“Thank you Officer Beom, I’ll put my trust in you,” Sunghoon thanked.
“No worries Mr. Park, for now, please look after your wife and son, it seemed like the incident took a toll on them,” Officer Beom said, and that’s when Sunghoon was reminded of you. He looked at his car that’s parked nearby. You were in the passenger seat, waiting patiently with Kenji on your hold. You’ve been quiet, probably still in shock.
“Of course.” he smiled one last time before the police bid his goodbye.
Sunghoon watched as the cars fled the place. Leaving him standing there alone before going towards his car.
You flinched when the car door opened, your hold on Kenji tightened as you looked at Sunghoon who only sat on the driver’s seat.
“You’re safe now,” Sunghoon said but you remained quiet, eyes dazed at a distance as you swayed your baby dearly.
Sunghoon didn’t say a word. He looked at you for a good minute, heart filled with guilt that the only thing he could do was drive home.
-
The house was quiet by the time you two entered the living room. Sunghoon closed the door in a soft thud, locked it and took a double look to make sure it’s locked.
He guided you towards the living room. Everything feels peaceful now that the two of you are in the abode of your home. Inside here, no one could ever touch you and your son.
“Stay here,” Sunghoon said, making you sit down on the couch while you’re still in daze. Carefully, Sunghoon grabbed Kenji from your arms. You were startled, but seeing Sunghoon’s soft expression and the way your baby wasn’t disturbed from his sleep, you let go eventually.
“I’ll bring him to his crib now, I’ll go back to you in a minute, alright?” Sunghoon informed.
But your lips trembled as you looked at him with glassy eyes, Sunghoon gave you a comforting smile as he cupped your cheeks. “He’ll be fine, no one will take him away from us, don’t worry.”
Trusting his words, you nodded slowly and that was his signal to let go and go towards your room, carrying the sleeping baby in his arms.
Gently, Sunghoon placed Kenji on his crib. The baby only moved for a minute before adjusting himself in the soft, cotton sheets. Sunghoon stared at him for a minute. His heart calmed down as he looked around to make sure that Kenji’s perfectly safe.
After making sure that everything’s fine, Sunghoon checked on Kenji again and when he felt that everything’s at ease, he returned back to the living room.
“Y/n,” you flinched at Sunghoon’s voice, concerning Sunghoon who went towards you, knelt, and looked up to you.
God, you’re still beautiful despite the cuts and dirts on you. Sunghoon thought as his hand found its way towards yours naturally, holding it tightly as his stare at you never falters.
“We’re safe here now,” he said, wiping the tears away from your eyes. You nod in response, easing both hearts before Sunghoon stands up.
“Come on, let’s get you cleaned up,” without any response from you, Sunghoon carried you towards the main bathroom. He made you sit up on the toilet before he left for a moment, returning with a few towels and clothes on his hands. He settled it on the dry sink before looking at you.
His hands reached for the sleeve of your dress, you looked at him and it crossed your mind immediately.
“If it’s okay with you,” he whispered, careful.
“I trust you Sunghoon,” you answered, before your hands found their way towards your dress’ side zipper, carefully pulling it down and shrugging off the garment.
Sunghoon only stared. He watched as you removed your clothes in front of him and not even a sliver of embarrassment was written on your face. You trust him enough to be vulnerable in front of him.
And that thought struck something in him.
“Can you join me?” you asked and although it wasn’t part of his plan, Sunghoon wouldn’t have the heart to reject it.
In fact, he would happily join you.
He stripped off his clothes too. Bare, his toned and muscular body was your view and yet, you stared at him with much admiration.
Sunghoon guided you inside the shower room first. It felt small for the two of you, but there’s warmth, and something intimate — and yet, no one said a word when Sunghoon turned the knob and rainfall-like showers poured.
You found yourself slowly getting submerged by the cold water, and still, there’s warmth between you and Sunghoon, especially with how close you two are. You chose to ignore the tension as you grabbed the shampoo but Sunghoon got it first.
“Let me do it,” he announced and you weren’t able to protest as he placed a dollop of the shampoo on his hands, lathered it gently before massaging your hair. His large hands were light and gentle as he untangled the strands on your hair, making sure every inch was cleaned by the shampoo before rinsing it by himself.
Next, he grabbed the loofah sponge. Slathering it with body wash that smelled of cherry blossom and milk, he made you face him as he started cleaning your body. He went for the neck first before your shoulders and collarbones wherein his stare was too long that you observed how Sunghoon’s too dedicated to cleaning you up.
A small smile formed on your lips as you looked at him who grabbed your right arm first. That’s when he noticed the few cuts, bruises, and ropemarks on your arms, his face darkened but you gently cupped his face, assuring him that you’re okay.
“I couldn’t believe it, he hurt you,” Sunghoon said coldly.
“It’s okay,” you assured. “You saved me Sunghoon, and that was enough.”
“I thought you left me,” he said to you.
You smiled, “left you? Sunghoon, I will never leave you. Never.”
“Really?”
You nodded as an answer, giving him a smile as you gently brushed the hair that covered his face.
For a minute and a half, no one dared to move. You two only stared at each other, skin touching, hearts beating. Sunghoon’s hands brushed your temples gently, caressing your face softly downwards. A hum of satisfaction leaves your lips before a short nod from you finally let his walls down.
It started slow, careful, and gentle and before you knew it, Sunghoon’s lips touched yours.
He didn’t need any words or permission, and you let him be, because you trust Sunghoon with all your heart. You’re willing to indulge yourself in the warmth that he can offer to you.
Your lips moved in response. Delicate, no rush nor hesitation, showing deeply to him that you yearn for him as much as he does.
His hands found its way towards your waist, holding it for support as he pulled you close to him, both skin in contact while both lips grew greedy for each other.
Yet, you two didn’t stop. Your hands snaked around his neck, wanting him to be closer to you. The desire to be loved made you moan softly against his mouth, Sunghoon stopped, breaking the kiss before looking at you.
Something shifted in both of you. An epiphany. A magnet-like force that tells both of you that this is right and whatever happens, there’s nothing wrong with it.
Hence Sunghoon moved, kissing you once again. This time more relentlessly, more greedier as if this will be the last good thing that’s going to happen to him. He made a bolder move, cornering you against the tiled walls without breaking the kiss.
You battled against his lips. Pulling him closer wherein his warm skin completely contrasts the cold walls on your back. The feeling was intense, overwhelmingly surreal especially after the events that had occurred earlier.
It may feel too fast and too rushed if time could tell, but for you and Sunghoon, everything just feels right at that moment. Slowly, the kisses became more torrid and both hands started to explore each other’s body, a plea to have more than what the lips could do.
“I want to make this right and true,” Sunghoon confessed, looking at you with much desire yet restraint.
“I want us to be true y/n,” he emphasised. “And everything that we had, I want it not because we’re convenient for each other, but because —”
His words got stuck on his throat as he stared at you breathless. It was a confession that he didn't ever expect. A sudden change of heart. All throughout his life, he has always been alone, and he had long accepted that was his fate — until he met you.
Sunghoon didn't realise how heavy those words are, not until he’s about to profess it to you.
Still, his silence was enough for you to gently grab his face before pulling him for another kiss. It was your answer, and though it may leave you two in a limbo, the only thing that you wanted right now is to be close to him.
Sunghoon obliged, kissing you with more desire, showing you how much he means to love you. He removed his lips on yours and trailed on your jaws, leaving soft gentle kisses at every skin exposed to him. You could feel him on your neck, throat, and downwards the collarbone which made you sigh in contentment as your hands found its way to his hair.
He reached for your lips once again, and this time, his hands were on your waist, pulling you closer that you could feel him hot and hard beneath, a soft moan escaped on your lips in between, heat pooling around that you’re slowly becoming eager for more.
“Can I?” he whispered to you.
“I’m all yours Sunghoon,” you answered, and that was enough for him.
His hands traveled around body while his lips never stopped tasting your sweetness. You let him unravel you, his hands played fondly on your breast, cupping the swell of it before flickering your hardened buds and that sent volts on you. Your soft moan echoed inside the bathroom, leaving Sunghoon to play more of your mould before his hand slid on your cunt.
Instinctively, you opened your legs for him. He hummed softly before using his fingers, he gathered slicks from your wet entrance, playing with your labia before drawing circles on your clit. The sudden action shook you to the core but Sunghoon calmly eased you when he darted his lips to your neck, and this time, he’s claiming his mark on you.
The tension’s rising and you couldn’t do anything aside from throwing your head back in satisfaction. Sunghoon’s gentle touch on your core triggered something inside you that’s been yearning for a touch and fill that you lost ever since you gave birth.
Sunghoon entered a finger inside, surprised by his action, your pussy clamped at the act as a whine escaped your lips. You could hear him groan under your skin, feeling how tight and warm your walls were around his digits.
He played his finger inside, brushing at a specific area that made you hold onto his shoulders. It was his cue to insert another finger, opening you slowly as his digits motioned scissoring actions on your spongy insides. The pleasure was enough, leaving you grasping on Sunghoon’s naked shoulder as you attempted to remain in balance.
“Sunghoon —”
“Tell me what you need my love, I’ll give it to you,” he claimed as his fingers continued to brush your spot, making you close your legs at the sudden overwhelming sense of pleasure.
“You — I want you, close to me, Sunghoon,” you confessed, almost teary that Sunghoon gently hushed you before kissing the tears away.
“Would you? Let me?” he asked and you nodded.
He removed his fingers out of your cunt and had you pushed against the walls. You started to become nervous yet filled with anticipation as you watched Sunghoon stroke his cock gently.
“If you want to stop, just tell me,” he said as he positioned the fat head of his shaft on your entrance.
“No. I trust you Sunghoon,” you answered and that was enough for him.
Slowly, he sheathed himself inside you. Sunghoon couldn’t help but to groan out of pleasure. You were tight, warm, and how does he fit you so perfectly? As if you and him were meant to be.
He stayed for a minute, letting you adjust to his size before he moved. Feeling his cock slide in and out of your walls, a series of whines started to escape your lips. You pulled Sunghoon once again, kissing him intensely while his pace started to be faster.
A yelp escaped your lips when Sunghoon grabbed your thighs and carried you like you weigh nothing. He pushed you against the walls as he plunged his cock inside you again. The new position only made you fuller than earlier.
Suddenly, nothing matters more than the pleasure both bodies emit. Your brain’s gone in daze as Sunghoon continued thrusting inside you. His groan muffled on the corner of your neck as your legs tightened around his waist. His cock was pounding you hard and yet all you could feel was how intimately close Sunghoon was.
Tears started to fall down, followed by muffled sobs that you don’t want to release, worrying that it might ruin the moment and yet, your shaking body was enough to alarm Sunghoon.
He looked at you, one hand cupping your cheeks dearly as he gave you a short kiss. “I’m here.”
“Sunghoon.”
“That’s right, call my name my love. I’m here. I’ll be here, and no one will hurt you anymore,” he declared.
You called his name right there. Continuously like it was your mantra while Sunghoon focused on your own pleasure. He pushed up further, one hand carrying you by your waist while the other pressed flat on the walls for support. He thrusted his cock further, kissing your cervix relentlessly that it’s sending you into oblivion.
Only wanton moans are leaving your lips. The intensity of the action’s becoming too much to you that your hands find its way on Sunghoon’s back, nails digging deep on his soft, pale skin making the man groan at the pleasure. He fucked you harder, more precise and sharp, that it made your back arch naturally.
“Sunghoon — I’m gonna —”
“It’s okay my love, just come,” he said softly.
With his words and the way his cock rammed your cunt at the right pace, the coil in your stomach snapped and your orgasm came along with your muted scream. Your nails scratched his back unknowingly but Sunghoon couldn’t care about it — not when your warm, tight walls made his cock twitch at every movement.
He’s almost near. His movement became too hasty and messy as breathy groans started to leave his lips every second. It didn’t help that you were clamping his cock hard, sucking him as if you didn't want him to leave.
“Fuck — fuck! I’m close —”
“Outside please,” you told him while Sunghoon continued to plunge his already sensitive cock inside you before pulling out just in time his orgasm came.
His cum spilled in between you two. It was warm, sticky, and it almost drenched your stomach, but you felt fulfilled at how it smeared your body. Sunghoon was focusing on his breathing. Still in the post-orgasm haze, he removed his hold on you, placing you gently on the floor as he caught his breath.
For a moment, no one moved. The two of you stood there as the shower continued to fall, drowning you two both in the water and silence. There were no regrets in your heart, just a caution, a careful, calculated move that worried each other because what if, the one of you thought that the act was actually wrong?
But as the two of you looked at each other, both were surprised to see each other’s worried expressions — that’s when you two knew.
Sunghoon didn’t hesitate to pull you in his arms, hugging you tightly as if tomorrow, you’ll be gone. He was warm, almost melting you as you hugged him back, tight just like his hold, as you closed your eyes and rested your head on his shoulders, feeling how his heart beat at a steady pace, you were assured.
Everything will be alright if you’re with him.
The two of you stayed in that position for a few minutes, lingering at each other’s skin, scared that you two might lose one another someday, but as Sunghoon broke out from the hug first, the first thing he did was make you look at him.
“Let’s get some rest okay? If we stay a bit longer, Kenji might wake up now,” hearing your son’s name, you immediately agreed.
The two of you continued your halted shower, cleaning for sure this time. After that, Sunghoon helped you dry your body and hair, making sure that you’re completely dry as he gave you some clothes — his clothes which you didn’t mind.
He led you towards the hallway. Careful and guarded as if danger would lurk inside your house. As you two reached the hallway, Sunghoon opened the door of your room.
Inside, Kenji was still asleep. That made you relieved as you stared at your son before you felt Sunghoon’s hand on your shoulders.
“Come on, let’s go to sleep,” he said as he guided you towards the bed. As you settled on the soft mattress, that’s when you felt your body weary and tired.
“Sunghoon,” you called out, making him look at you.
“Stay here with me?” you asked, and he smiled, sitting beside you.
“You don’t need to ask dear,” he said before giving you a kiss on top of your forehead. “I am not letting you and Kenji be out of my sight again.”
“Thank you,” you said to him.
“It’s nothing my love, now, please get some rest.”
“Can you bring Kenji? I want to sleep next to him,” you asked, and without a word, Sunghoon stood up and went towards the crib.
He carried the baby without any fuss, Kenji’s already in his deep slumber as Sunghoon placed him in the middle, creating a makeshift bed for the baby before laying next to him.
Sunghoon watched as your gaze remained on your baby, your hands caressing his head gentle before giving him a soft kiss on his hair. Your smile was unguarded, and as you looked at Sunghoon, he was only looking at you and nothing else.
That made your heart skip a beat, and yet, seeing him next to you, you found yourself assured.
“Goodnight Sunghoon.”
“Goodnight.”
Sunghoon didn’t sleep immediately.
He watched you gently for the following hours. His hand held yours dearly as he observed your breathing, calm and protected that Sunghoon was even more decided with you.
His eyes never left you, well, sometimes when he switched it to Kenji who’s a bit fussy when he’s asleep. But right now, the baby had rolled over near you, holding onto your shirt which did give Sunghoon nothing but a want to protect the people he loved the most — that’s when he knew.
This is where he wants to be for the rest of his life.
-
Sunghoon pushed through the charges.
Your ex-boyfriend was jailed for ten years. While Sunghoon's step-mother was given a life sentence for the other criminal charges against her. The news spread all over the country. Saint-Park’s image was smeared and Jongseong’s doing everything to clean his mother’s mess.
In the span of a week, Sunghoon complied with the police reports and hearing. The case was closed immediately, the perpetrators received their punishment and Sunghoon was relieved that no one could touch his family anymore.
Although the two ended up in jail, Sunghoon decided to get the hell out of South Korea. He doesn’t want you to be worrying too. The incident took a toll on you. You refused to leave the house and have Kenji out of your sight. Sunghoon was affected by your reaction too, that is why he is eager to leave.
But before that, he still has to settle some unfinished business.
The elevator ride up the top floor of Saint-Park only made Sunghoon nauseous. It’s been a while but bad memories would still betray him. Despite that, Sunghoon had a blank expression when he left the elevator and went straight to the main office.
Sunghoon didn’t bother knocking at the door. He pushed it open, revealing Jongseong sitting on the executive chair — the same chair his father used to sit on. The marbled plate on his table had Park Jongseong - Chief Executive Officer on display and Sunghoon looked at it with nothing but utter disgust.
“What do you want?” Sunghoon asked, bored, walking towards the table.
“Here,” Jongseong placed two cheques on the table. Sunghoon eyed it curiously.
One contained an amount of seven billion won, and the other five-hundred million won.
“What is this?” Sunghoon asked, confused.
“Your inheritance,” his step-brother explained simply. “In exchange, you drop my mother’s charges.”
The paler man scoffed, “she hurt my wife and child, she deserves to rot in jail.”
“She’s not even your real wife,” Jongseong pointed.
“She’s felt like a family more than you two did.” Sunghoon defended.
“What the hell is your problem!?” That's when Jongseong stood up, anger seething in his tone as he faced his step-brother but Sunghoon remained calm.
“You know what’s the damn problem Jongseong.” the paler man sneered.
“We tried to be there for you, to welcome —”
“Welcome?” Sunghoon mocked. “Bullshit Seong, your mother’s my father’s mistress! She ruined my family,”
“And you hated me for my mother’s wrongdoings?” Jongseong accused.
“Because you took advantage of everything that comes with it the moment they got married! You loved living in the penthouse, you loved looking up to my father, and receiving gifts and praise from him!” Sunghoon snapped, finally revealing to Jongseong the reason why he had resentment for the man who used to be his best friend.
Still, a mocking smirk formed on Jongseong’s lips. “You were jealous?”
Sunghoon looked at him with disgust. “I wasn’t jealous, I was so horrified that my best friend who knew how my father abused my mother and abandoned me, suddenly changed his perspective just because he became your step-father.”
“He changed.”
“He changed for you and your mother. He abandoned me, Jongseong.” Sunghoon clarified.
“Then what do you want me to do!? I wanted to help you Sunghoon, it’s not too late to fix everything and forgive!” Jongseong shouted. “I tried looking for you, I even went to Tokyo when I learned that you and Jake had opened your own business.”
Sunghoon only stared, Jongseong’s eyes remained filled with resentment as he looked at his best friend who he had lost in just a glimpse. “I saw you two, and you were happy without me, and it hurt me…that my own friends left me alone here.”
“Stop that crap Jongseong, you and Jake were no longer friends that time,” Sunghoon snarled, knowing Jaeyun’s side of the story. “It’s because of me right? You don’t really want to visit me, Jake insisted, then you made him choose between us, and he ended up staying in Japan.”
“That’s a lie, you know I wouldn’t do that,” Jongseong defended.
But Sunghoon only laughed. “How should I know? I don’t even know you anymore. Ever since you became my step-brother, you didn’t treat me like your friend anymore. I became your competition right? You abandoned me too, Seong, you were focused on seeking father's validation.”
Jongseong became quiet. His silence meant for Sunghoon that what he said was true. Though years have passed, it still hurts him. His best friend had replaced him for a family. Sunghoon wanted to understand Jongseong, especially when he didn’t have a father figure growing up — but did they really have to ruin another family for that?
“You wanted to be like me — shit, you even stole Jen from me! You’re just like your mother, Jongseong,” Sunghoon realized, remembering his first love. Jen was everything to him back when he was a young adult. Sunghoon was sure that he’d marry her someday, but when he saw her with Jongseong in his own bedroom, that was where Jongseong’s second betrayal came from.
“You treated her like shit,” Jongseong pointed out.
“And you picked up the scraps I threw,” Sunghoon mocked, even chuckling as he pat Jongseong’s shoulder. “Now, you have everything, Jongseong, that should be enough.”
“I am begging you Sunghoon,” Jongseong muttered, suddenly pleading as he wasn’t seething with rage earlier. “Just release my mother, and I’ll pretend none of this ever happened.”
“I think it’s better for your mother to fucking rot in jail Jongseong, for all the things she has done to me, since from the start,” Sunghoon explained, and Jongseong knew what his step-brother was talking about.
Sunghoon glanced at the cheques, he grabbed it and without a word, tore it into smaller pieces before throwing it on his step-brother’s face.
“This is the last time we should see each other Jongseong, I hope you don’t track me down or ever touch a single strand on my family’s hair. If you ever did so, you’ll be sitting in jail along with your gold-digging mother,” Sunghoon warned, and without waiting for Jongseong’s reaction, he left the office with relief finally settling on him.
-
The keypad door beeped against the stillness of the house, completely startling you.
You stood up from your seat while Kenji walked towards you on his walker. You hushed your baby quietly before you noticed who came in.
“Hi,” Sunghoon greeted with a smile.
“Where have you been?” you asked, knowing that Sunghoon’s been out of the house ever since the incident. He was busy dealing with the case and some other papers, which made you constantly worry about him.
“Just did some errands, finished some papers and stuff — oh! I have something for you.” he shrugged casually.
“What is it?”
“Here,” Sunghoon said, handing you a bankbook. You looked at him confused before opening it and revealing a savings account containing seven-hundred million won.
“Sunghoon? What is this?” you asked, quite shocked as you try to process the huge amount of money. The account was under your name too.
“What I promised you,” Sunghoon stated, and that’s when it sinked into you.
“It was seventy million won,” you pointed out, and the smile on Sunghoon’s lips grew wider.
“Oh, looks like I accidentally added another zero,” he joked but you remained in shock, looking at the money, it meant that your deal was done.
“Is this goodbye?” you asked unknowingly.
“Of course not, I just have to comply with my promise,” Sunghoon said. “You can still leave the country, start anew somewhere…with me.”
“With you? What am I going to do with this money then?”
“Whatever you want, but don’t worry, I’ll still sustain you and Kenji.”
“Sunghoon, this is too much.”
“Y/n, you deserve more,” Sunghoon said softly, grabbing you to face him. “That’s why we’re going back to Japan. You’ll have a better life there, with me.”
“I don’t know what to say,” you whispered to him.
“Just say, “of course Sunghoon, I’ll move to Japan with you, and I love you —”
He wasn’t able to finish his words when you smacked his shoulders, Sunghoon laughed while you rolled your eyes, flustered by his words. “I hate you.”
“Wrong choice of words sweetheart,” he whispered before stealing a chaste kiss on your lips. It made you smile, as you glanced at him.
“Of course, I love you, you dummy,” you teased, and yet, Sunghoon’s smile grew wider before another kiss was planted on your lips.
“Hmm, I love you too,” he replied, before pulling you a hug which you reciprocated.
“Sunghoon, can I ask? What happened to your inheritance?” you asked in the middle of the hug.
“Oh, Mr. Yoon is still processing it. Our certificate is legit, but I’ll make sure to send him another one once we get married in Japan.” he explained and that made you break out of the hug, as you looked at him confusingly.
“Married? In Japan?”
“Let’s get married y/n, for real this time,” he proposed.
“Sunghoon —”
“I know we may have met in weird circumstances, and I know everything felt too fast for us to commit to something big, but you made me want to take the risk — you gave me a reason to not hold on to my resentment and learn to love someone. You and Kenji, you made me want to have a family on my own.” Sunghoon professed and you were utterly stunned.
“Are you serious?” you asked, breathing shaky and almost stuttering.
Sunghoon looked at you firmly, eyes soft and full of love as he gently cupped your face. “When they kidnapped you two, it almost killed me — I don’t think I could ever live my life without you, so, would you do the honors to be my wife, for real this time? Not only for convenience, but out of love?”
You stared at him for a moment. Suddenly, your mind’s all scrambled up, but your heart — oh, your heart’s too weak for Sunghoon.
You admit that it was too soon. Given your past relationship, you were scared of opening up for love again. You don’t want to be hurt or be ruined by any other man again, but with Sunghoon, his love felt equal, secured, and the way he cares for your son made you realize that you can still be loved by someone.
“Of course Sunghoon.” you said to him, eyes filled with joy and tears as you held his face lovingly. “For what matters, I don’t need another ring, I only want you.”
“You deserve more than just a ring my angel, if I could give you the world, I would’ve,” he professed and you slapped his chest hard.
“You’re so corny,” you commented on him and yet, you let him give you another hug before a kiss was sealed on your lips.
“And as for you my little loaf of bread,” Sunghoon said as he diverted towards Kenji who had witnessed the scene. He carried Kenji without any struggle and lifted him up in the air, earning a delighted giggle from the baby.
“Papa’s going to take good care of you,” he promised with a soft tone. He placed Kenji in front of him, smiling at the baby who kept blabbering sounds, his tiny hands drafted on Sunghoon’s face, caressing it like he was happy to see the older man.
“Oh? You like that? You like that papa’s lifting you on air?” Sunghoon gestured before throwing Kenji up in the air, earning another laugh from the baby.
“You seemed to love being Kenji’s father despite your daddy issues,” you commented and Sunghoon chuckled.
“Well, you and Kenji made me realise that I can still be a father to someone — and that I am my own person, not my father’s son or my mother’s carbon copy,” Sunghoon explained, a sense of relief filling his chest.
You only smiled, patting his shoulders as the two of you looked at Kenji who’s blabbering a sound.
“Pa…pa,” Kenji mumbled before a soft squeal left his lips.
Both you and Sunghoon froze at the sound. Eyes wide, you two looked at each other as if the two of you witnessed something extraordinary.
“Oh my god —”
“Sunghoon —”
“You heard it right?” he asked, surprised but his heart started beating fast.
Another laughter escaped from Kenji’s lips, he was muttering sounds once again while you two were trying to process everything.
“He said his first word,” Sunghoon said with a smile. “He called me papa!”
“I can’t believe you’re his first word!” you complained, sulking because you’ve been trying to make Kenji say “Mama.”
Sunghoon chuckled before looking at Kenji, “say it again Jiji, say it, papa.”
“Pa…pa!” the baby muttered without any hesitation.
“That’s right,” Sunghoon mumbled, giving the baby a kiss on the cheeks before hugging him. “I’ll be your papa, Jiji.”
“And you,” he said, pulling you close to him, with a smile on his lips.
“You’ll be Mrs. Park,” he declared teasingly.
You rolled your eyes at his words, and yet, there’s a faint blush on your cheeks. Sunghoon laughed at your reaction, but he was surprised when you tiptoed and stole a quick kiss on his lips.
synopsis; college life definitely isn't cheap- especially when living on campus, so y/n ultimately decides that the quickest way to make money is to sell baked goods. she's amazing at making sweet treats, and it shows-given that she's now known as the best place to get something sweet on campus. sunghoon finally gives in after hearing about her time and time again, but he is not satisfied with his order!! clearly, there was misunderstanding along the way..
content (warning); mentions of marijuana, cursing(?), all characters are 19-22 in this, mentions of suicide (jokes), sexual innuendos/jokes.. idk.that seems about right......GUYS IGNORE THE TIMESTAMPS PLEASE.😂😂😐
14, 15, … masterlist
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guys I’m sorry I haven’t been feelign the best recently and it’s obvious in this work but I’ll try to make next chapters better please forgive me. I thought I was being productive picking all morning classes I hate it.😍
⟢ dear miss perfect and flawless jang wonyoung—hands off!
🪷 inspired by katseye gabriela 🐈⬛ ── ୨୧ content warning + smut advisory is a spoiler so if you don't want to get spoiled, i suggest to ... skip it! ദ്ദി(ᵕ—ᴗ—)
pairing p. sunghoon x fem. reader x j. wonyoung
word count 10k
content warning cheating themes, jealousy (lots), possessiveness (lots), obsessive behaviours, polyamory themes, love triangle, insecure reader, lowkey internalised misogyny, wlw, wonyoung is a girl liker, reader is unlabelled, sunghoon is... straight, wonyoung and sunghoon hates each other, profanity, misunderstanding, forced confession, fluff, rivalry
smut advisory threesome (ffm), making out, dom! wonyoung, dom! sunghoon, oral (f & m rec), blowjob, fellatio, throat–fucking, face–fucking, cumshot, tongue–fucking, pussy licking, pussy eating, wlw sex, praising but with mild degradation, crying, saliva play, lowkey breath play, rough/jealous sex, squirting, p in v, creampie, face–sitting, fingering, deep penetration, cervix–fucking, reader passed out after sex, smut is like 10 pages long idk, first time writing threesome, pls be kind mwa
to put simply—you don’t know why someone like jang wonyoung would have eyes on, out of all people, your boyfriend, park sunghoon.
ever since the beginning of the first semester (and it’s the fourth now), wonyoung holds the streak of being that girl. the it girl. the kind who turns heads without even trying, the perfect definition of soft–spoken elegance and charm. taller than most, intimidating upon first glance, sharp–eyed… wonyoung’s presence alone feels like it bends a room toward her orbit.
people, with no exception of you (and god you hope sunghoon isn’t included), admire her, envy her, even fear her beauty a little. the kind of fear that you know you shouldn’t get close to because it’s not on your level at all? yeah, wonyoung radiates that.
she’s the kind of girl you expect to be untouchable and untouched—so why… is she lingering so close, sitting between you and sunghoon in the lab, right now…?
“uh,” you stammered, stiffening when her knees brushed yours under the shared table. this was the only class she’d shared with sunghoon (and you, if that matters) and the professor asked everyone to form a group of four.
naturally, you and sunghoon paired up immediately, expecting any random two others to fill the remaining spots. neither of you really cared of whoever joins, but when wonyoung suddenly slid into the seat between the two of you, that became your major concern.
“mind if i join?” she’d asked, but it didn’t sound like a question at all from how she already settled in her seat before the words even came out. your eyes widened, instinctively flicking to sunghoon for some… kind of protest. some hint that he found this as strange as you did. for him to say that the group is full. it’s reserved for someone else, or something. just anything.
instead, he just blinked back at you, shoulders stiff. was he also waiting for you to have the answer? for you to deny the wonyoung’s presence…? is he crazy?
you both looked at each other with the exact same expression—lips parted slightly, brows pinched—all as wonyoung smoothed her skirt and opened her notebook. wonyoung must’ve noticed, because she turned her head towards sunghoon and you couldn’t even tell what kind of expression she had on her face, not when the back of her head faced you—and asked again, softer this time. “you don’t mind, right?”
was she even asking for permission in the first place?
sunghoon froze, you could see that much. he glanced at you just briefly through the strands of wonyoung’s hair. his mouth opened, closed, then opened again—like a fish gasping for air—before he managed a shaky, unsure laugh. “uh… yes? i mean, no. it’s fine.”
you frowned. you wanted to smack his head for not being sure enough of his own answer. if it’s a no, be firm about it! if it’s a yes—if it’s a yes, just say it! sunghoon scratched the back of his neck, eyes darting to you—but you already looked away.
not without rolling your eyes first.
wonyoung, afterall, could bend a room towards her orbit.
——
for starter, you grew up with sisters in a household where sharing lip–glosses aren’t unhygienic, and using each other’s hairbrushes isn't gross. you went to countless girls' sleepovers and braided many girls’ hair until your arms went sore and stayed up talking about nothing at all.
it was a world so familiar that it never occurred to you to look at another girl with anything beyond she’s–a–girl–like–me and friendship. hell, you couldn’t even imagine yourself disliking girls no matter how bad that girl is. your ten year old self would despise you and beat you up had she known you were borderline feeling this way—because of a man.
so why… why does your chest tighten and your blood boil whenever you see wonyoung within the same radius as your boyfriend?
the feeling isn’t clean and comfortable. it’s not the jealousy you’d expect to flare like how you see in movies when a second girl comes in. it's stranger—like your body can’t decide if it wants to shove her away from him or drag her closer to you where you can keep your eyes on her at all times.
the contradiction knots in your stomach, burns in your throat, and it leaves you restless even when she’s not around sunghoon. or anywhere around you.
“why are you all dressed up? are you excited to see wonyoung?” you said bitterly, words slipping out sharper than you intended.
it’s a saturday and everyone’s just started to work on the lab group assignment that’s due in a few weeks. sunghoon froze in his steps, head tilting slightly with that dumbfounded look. “...what?” he asked, genuinely confused. “what are you talking about?”
you scoffed, arms crossing as you turned to face him. “don’t play dumb. she literally joined our group because she likes you.”
his jaw went slack, brows shooting up so fast you almost thought he was mocking you, as if proud that the jang wonyoung liked him. “wonyoung? liking me?” he repeated, each word sounding weird on his tongue. sunghoon even pointed at himself. “you serious?” he added, not in that oh my god, are you serious? way, but bruh, be for real kind.
“why else would she join our group?” you pressed, heat rising in your throat.
your boyfriend ran a hand through his hair, baffled laughter spilling out. “yn, i don’t even think she knows my name. she’s not into me,” he shook his head, muttering almost to himself. sunghoon looked almost offended, but you were more miffed than he was.
wonyoung was your rival and he wasn’t taking this as seriously as you were.
“i know she is. i’m a girl, i can tell.” you replied simply, already turning on your heel. the click of your flats against the pavement left sunghoon hanging, mouth still parted with a deny caught in his throat. “babe—” he started, but you were already walking away.
all he could do was let out a heavy exhale, eye twitching. sunghoon ran a hand down his face before following after you, muttering under his breath. “... what the hell…”
as expected from the wise and perfect girl, wonyoung was already there when you arrived at the cafe. she had chosen a table of four by the window with sunlight catching on her dark brown hair just right. it almost irked you how effortlessly pretty she looked.
upon seeing you (and sunghoon just behind, or maybe it was the other way around) making your way, she immediately stood up. her skirt swayed as she pushed her chair back, smiling brightly. “you’re here,” she greeted, voice pitched warmly. it was probably meant for sunghoon too—and why was she also dressed so nicely?
now you’re just… pissed.
her eyes flicked briefly to sunghoon before settling on you. your eyes met hers briefly before you saw a half–finished iced latte sat on the table. only then—did you see jungwon, your friend and the other boy in the group already sitting across wonyoung.
oh? so they left you and sunghoon no choice but to sit separately?
no way this was random and accidental. everyone knows you and sunghoon were dating—and the only seat options left were the ones that split you and sunghoon apart. “take a seat,” she said, gesturing lightly with her hand as if the host. her eyes flickered between the two of you, but her lips curved when they landed back on you.
hah, as if, you thought. with a smile mirroring hers, you slid right into the empty seat beside wonyoung, satisfied with your own little strategy. there was no way you’d let sunghoon sit next to her—he’s safe across the table, tucked next to jungwon.
all was well. good!
“so, wonyoung can do the presentation, right? i think you’d be good at it.” jungwon smiled. the girl next to you nodded her head. “yeah, sure. i prefer speaking more than thinking, anyway.” she giggled. then, without missing a beat, she turned her head to you.
“what about you? you should present too.”
your breath caught on for a second. your palms prickled. presenting… was never a thing you were good at. you hated the “speak up, we can’t hear you!”, the pressure, the anxiousness when your team was coming up… just too many eyes pinning.
you glanced at her at the corner of your eyes, “n—no,” you said quickly, shaking your head. “i’m not good at that stuff.” you hated rejecting, especially when it felt like a challenge and silent comparison of who’s a better speaker against wonyoung.
but you just couldn’t. you’d be embarrassing yourself more if you fucked up in front.
“hm.” wonyoung pursed her lips before looking away, placing her chin atop of her palm. “that’s a shame.” she murmured, her gaze flicking up to sunghoon who sat in front of you. “then, what about you?”
sunghoon, caught mid–scribbling on his worksheet, blinked up at her. “me?” wonyoung tilted her head slightly, smiling teasingly. “you should present, then. since yn can’t do it.”
the air shifted just a little—you felt it in your bones. jungwon was oblivious, nodding along, jotting down bullet points. you loved him, but read the room! sunghoon straightened in his chair, brows twitching faintly. “...sure. i don’t mind.” his tone was calm.
“alright, then! sunghoon and wonyoung can do the presenting, and yn and i will do the slides and data. is that fine?” jungwon said brightly, tapping his pen against the paper. wonyoung was quick to nod, her smile curving. you, however, weren’t smiling as much.
sunghoon… and wonyoung… presenting together?
you forced a little nod, though your lips pressed into a thin line. it wasn’t that you wanted to present—not at all. but the thought of them side by side, heights matching, visuals together, everyone’s eyes on them… it prickled at your skin in a way you hated admitting.
sunghoon’s gaze flicked to you, catching that micro–expression you thought you’d hidden well. he shifted in his seat before tapping the toe of his sneakers lightly against yours under the table. the gesture was small, but it was almost reassuring.
your head snapped up to him, and he gave you a soft smile before trapping your leg between his.
——
the days leading up to the submission were… terrible, to say. if you were honest with yourself.
the assignment itself was nothing much with wonyoung helping you more than you think you did for your part. after the first discussion at the cafe ended, wonyoung had offered you that she could help anytime—initially, you declined. there was no way you’ll ever need the help of the girl who liked your boyfriend but… eventually… you fall into submission…
other assignments were piling up, so you ended up turning to wonyoung to accept the offer anyway. you told yourself it was just work, nothing more, but the sight of wonyoung and your boyfriend sitting shoulder–to–shoulder at the library, leaning close to check the same laptop screen… it gnawed at the back of your mind.
“yn?”
wonyoung’s voice snapped you back to reality. your pen hovered uselessly above the page. she was watching you, head tilted slightly, a smile on her lips. “did you get it? i can explain again if it's confusing.”
you blinked, throat tightening. “um, yeah. yeah, i got it.”
you hadn’t caught a single word she’d said. too busy watching how the manicured nails rested against your laptop’s trackpad. “you decorated your laptop so nicely, huh?” wonyoung said, running her fingernails against the stickers on the body.
it was infuriating.
wonyoung wasn’t supposed to be like this if she liked sunghoon. she was supposed to be mean! supposed to belittle and bring you down and flirt with sunghoon openly. and you were supposed to dislike her for the way she orbited closer and closer and closer to sunghoon while knowing he was taken. you were supposed to resent her for each time she laughed at sunghoon’s comments, and how she never lifted her hand when it crossed sunghoon’s personal line. you almost wished she’d given you a reason to dislike her, just the tiniest little bits.
you’d like to think you disliked her when that happened, but not right now—not when she’s kind, patient, quick to share her notes, quicker to help you understand.
but what if it was just an act… so sunghoon could see how much of an angel she was, then fall in love?
your eyes twitched at the thought.
“how long have you been with sunghoon?”
you turned, caught off guard. you noticed she had quit the tab—now your laptop was showing your homescreen; a photobooth landscape picture of you and sunghoon. her chin rested on her palm, blinking with curiosity.
“... a while,” you managed.
“a while?” wonyoung hummed, twirling her pen between her fingers. “how long? you guys must’ve been really strong, then.”
your lips pressed together. what was she digging for? the words caught in your throat—should you say too much so she’s aware of how in love the two of you are? or should you say just enough so she wouldn’t have too much information on your relationship?
“yeah. three years,” you finally said, wanting to sound casual about it, but ended up sounding flat.
her brows lifted ever so slightly, the corner of her mouth twitched. “three years.” she repeated it like she was tasting the number, rolling it over her tongue. “that’s impressive. i know a guy who was in a relationship for eight years, though.” wonyoung added, chuckling.
your ears perked—eight years? and so what? was in a relationship? was there anything to do with her? a million thoughts came across your mind. you tried to laugh it off. “that’s… a long time.”
wonyoung nodded, moving her finger across your keypad to open another tab. “it is, isn’t it? imagine being that close to someone for nearly a decade, only for things to not work out at the end. what a shame,” she said casually.
you forced your eyes on the screen, but all you could see was her reflection on the glass. you wanted to ask her what went wrong with the couple, why didn’t they work out? your lips parted, but nothing came out.
next to wonyoung’s easy but suffocating presence, you couldn’t stop yourself from wondering: what does hoonie even see in me, when there’s someone like her, right here?—and you wondered if you and sunghoon would end up being that couple too.
——
as confusing bermuda triangle is, sunghoon was even more confused on how you could ever think wonyoung was a threat.
sure, she was pretty—everyone knew that. you knew that too. even before sharing classes with her, you’d mentioned it to sunghoon (a few semesters ago) on how you just saw the prettiest girl you’ve ever laid eyes on. it was undeniable, but sunghoon wasn’t attracted one bit.
he always caught you staring too long when he and wonyoung had to go over the presentation slides. how your eyes always twitched like a dysfunctional robot when she was around, especially around him.
sure… wonyoung could be friendly sometimes. he saw it in the way she’d get him coffee (but she got you the larger one?), how she’d adjusted his part in the slides, always initiating group meet–ups and discussions… but sunghoon really didn’t look at her in that light. and he’s certain she too, didn’t see him that way.
if anything, he thought she was just being respectful.
“stop making that face…” he whispered, voice low enough despite it was just the two of you in the evening library. “what face?” you asked too quickly and it sounded defensive.
sunghoon leaned closer across the table, arm brushing yours as he held your hand. “you think i don’t notice you staring this whole time?” the end of his lips curled into a smirk. you blushed, quickly pulling your hand away.
you tore your gaze, suddenly hyperaware of the heat crawling up your neck. “i wasn’t—”
sunghoon hummed, raising his eyebrows in suspicion. “i know what you’re thinking, tell me.”
“hm...” you hummed, sighing. “i think she likes you.” you added after a beat. confessing this obvious truth was far more embarrassing than anything you’ve ever experienced.
sunghoon watched in silent, his expression was unreadable for a second. then slowly, a small smile tugged at the corner of his lips. “she does?” he asked softly, feigning innocence as he tilts his head toward you. his hand found its way back to yours, slipping gently underneath.
you nodded your head, bottom lip still puckering out into a pout. “i mean, i think so… it’s quite obvious.” you murmured, the end softening slightly to not offend him. anyone would be a dumbass not to notice. “it’s just—she’s always around and i know it’s because we have a group assignment together but…” you added, swallowing the lump in your throat. sunghoon rubbed the back of your hand with his thumb. your shoulders dropped.
“oh i don’t know hoonie…”
he hummed in acknowledgement, studying your face with that calm intensity that always contrasted yours. “let’s make a promise,” sunghoon suddenly said, squeezing your hand gently. you looked up, eyebrows raised in confusion.
sunghoon lifted your hand just slightly to loop your pinky with his. “firstly, i promise you that i don’t like her. not one tiny bit, at all,” he said, eyes locking with yours. “secondly, i promise you that she doesn’t like me. i know you might feel like it, but really, she doesn’t.”
your heart stuttered at his sincerity, a flutter you couldn’t quite suppress that it showed on your face. it’s not enough to fully convince you, but what else could you do? if your boyfriend said he doesn’t like her, then isn’t that enough for now? “promise?” you whispered, voice softer than intended. sunghoon nodded firmly, brushing his thumbpad against yours like that “double–promise” gesture.
you grinned and shook his hand like a contract deal. “okay,”
clearly pleased, you studied his face a little longer. your boyfriend was really handsome, wasn’t he? “so can we make out, like right now?” the words came out without thinking twice, but you didn’t take it back.
sunghoon’s eyes widened, caught somewhere between shock and amusement. his lips twitched like he was trying to hold back a laugh—then he looked around. “...right now?” he teased. “you serious?” the library was mostly empty except for a few students studying, but still!
“yes, absolutely. i can’t hold it in right now.” you said, leaning slightly closer in hopes sunghoon could see the full weight of your determination. your boyfriend rolled his eyes, feigning “fine, whatever,” before quickly standing up and tugging you along somewhere empty between the shelves.
he pinned you against the wall, one hand against the side of your head, and the other cupped your cheek, thumb brushing the apple of your cheeks. “you know if we get caught, we’ll be library banned, right?” he chuckled, albeit not having the intention to stop now, at all.
you shrugged playfully, puffing your cheeks. “i don’t think that’s true,” you hummed, trailing your hands up along his chest and resting on his shoulders. “want to see and confirm it?”
“eh,” sunghoon shrugged, leaning in. “let’s put it to the test.” his lips connected yours, deep and hungry without it being soft and feather–light first. your hands threaded into his soft locks, tugging him closer as sunghoon tilted his head.
it made your knees weak, how warm his body was against yours, how his big and tall frame totally concealed you from anyone who walked by. he brushed his lips against yours, and you let out soft sighs between kisses.
with a soft flick of his tongue, you parted your lips partly and he wasted no time slipping his tongue in, overlapping and dancing your own. sunghoon’s hands rested on your hips, leaning down to match your height—as you stood on your tiptoes to match his.
“mhh,” you breathed out, tugging onto his bottom lip. his canines brushed against your tongue every now and then. sunghoon smirked and pinched gently at your flesh—a subtle warning that you should keep it down, unless you truly wanted to be banned from the library. you only responded by pressing closer, letting your hands roam along his nape. the kiss only deepened.
finally, he pulled back just enough to catch a breather and to press his forehead against yours, eyes half–lidded, lips swollen and parted. “happy girlfriend now?” he teased, a grin tugging at the corner of his mouth.
you laughed softly, heart still racing. “not quite…”
“then, should i make you happier in my room?”
——
the presentation went perfect—as expected from your boyfriend! and wonyoung, obviously.
sunghoon was confident and simple in his own way and he made complicated concepts sound effortless. wonyoung, on the other hand, with her charm and beauty, might as well just entranced everyone with that combo alone alongside her sharp presentation precision.
they made such a perfect pair and duo, as much as you hated admitting it.
“good job!” jungwon said after class ended. the two of you waited outside for sunghoon and wonyoung for their commentary. you blinked before nodding, clapping your hands and giving them two thumbs–up. “you guys did so well!” you added, genuinely.
“th—” sunghoon was cut off. wonyoung smiled and clapped on her own. “thanks yn, won!” she said warmly, her gaze flicking to you for a brief second before returning to sunghoon. “and you too. thanks for backing me up.” she hummed, moving her hair on one shoulder.
sunghoon was taken aback, scratching the back of his neck. “yeah… thanks. you too.” he muttered, glancing at you. you felt your cheeks heat up in exchange, eyebrows raised. next to you, jungwon chuckled, sighing in relief. “god, i’m so glad that’s done and over with.” he said, stretching his arms above.
you nodded, feeling relieved inside too. “should we celebrate this?” wonyoung initiated, tilting her head slightly, a soft smile playing on her lips. “celebrate?” you asked.
“mmhm,” she hummed, leaning against the wall. “there’s going to be a house party this weekend—you all should come.”
your stomach twisted slightly, again. a party… wasn’t really your scene. you could deny it again, although this would be the second time you rejected wonyoung’s offer with the first one being her presentation partner. god, you’re so embarrassing.
first, you couldn’t be brave like she is, then second, you’re not as social as she is?
oh, whatever… why must you do something to please her?
“um, act—” before you could speak up, wonyoung turned to sunghoon. “you’ll be there, right? it’s heeseung and jake’s house party.” she said, smiling. sunghoon blinked at her, surprised. his eyes widened slightly.
your chest tightened. there was no way sunghoon would turn down a party his own two bestfriends hosted… and you didn’t want to be that kind of girlfriend, either. wonyoung’s eyes flicked to you for a split second before returning back to sunghoon.
“uh, yeah… it’s jake and heeseung’s, right?”
you crossed your arms, trying to hide the way your mind was spiralling and breaking down and crashing out. your eyes twitched again.
jang wonyoung, what do you want for me?
——
as all could imagine, the party was wild. not the american kind where toilet papers rains from the roof and blue, red, purple lights blasted from the windows. this was more subtly chaotic. music thumped loud enough to keep people moving and having to speak an octave higher just to get their words out, laughter spilling from all corners of the apartment, and faint clinking of glasses could be heard here and there.
sunghoon promised to stick close to you from the start, and he did, not surprising. even when jake came to welcome the two of you, and asked if sunghoon wanted to see the rest—your boyfriend told him later (he did it on his own accord, despite you telling him to just go, you’ll be fine).
wonyoung was already mingling with everyone and she looked really, really pretty that night. she looked hotter than how she looked daily. with that black dress of hers, and her curled hair… it was impossible not to swoon or stare.
somewhen throughout the party, you were separated from sunghoon when you went to get yourself a glass of punch—stumbled upon jungwon and jay in the kitchen, struck up a conversation or two with them, then got distracted.
you hadn’t realised how long you were gone for when you went back to the living room to find no signs of sunghoon—your eyes scanned the room, and then… wonyoung. she was nowhere to be seen, either.
your chest dropped before you could allow yourself to, stomach twisting into knots. where are they? together? the thought hit you like titanic and the iceberg, sharp and crumbling slowly. a rush of panic surged through you.
no way, right? it can’t be. sunghoon promised. sunghoon promised—you tried to convince yourself, but your mind refused to be swayed. as you weaved through the crowd, your mind couldn’t help but pick up every interaction they had before as early possible signs of betrayal.
“oh my god, please,” you murmured, heart hammering fast against your ribcage, eyes darting everywhere. suddenly every guy looked like your boyfriend, and every girl looked like the perfect wonyoung. you tried not to let yourself think the worst, but it’s so hard to not to when you’ve had thought about it since the beginning.
please let this be a coincidence.
you turned a corner and froze.
there they were—sunghoon and wonyoung, tucked away in a bedroom off the main party.
from where you could see them, it seemed like they were talking—but that stupid part of your brain that somehow managed to exaggerate everything else saw them leaning towards each other, getting handsy and touchy, and even felt the sexual tension between—!
“what are you doing?”
you found yourself standing in the doorway before you even realised you were there, voice sharper than intended, heart beating like it might burst anytime. sunghoon and wonyoung froze instantly, heads snapping toward you. the sight of your wide eyes, clenched fists, and flushed face clicked in his sunghoon’s mind of what you were thinking almost instantly.
“yn, i—” before sunghoon could answer, you marched ahead and wrapped your hand around wonyoung’s wrist, tugging her toward the balcony outside, still in the same room. she almost stumbled, eyes widening in surprise. “wait, yn—” she started, but just like sunghoon, you cut her off by slamming the balcony sliding door behind you.
the click echoing like a final declaration.
the sudden quiet of the outside space hit you both. from how it was so loud inside, the outside felt like it purposely muted itself for now. only the sound of the muffled thump of the part inside faded into the background.
wonyoung blinked and you saw her swallowing the lump in her throat.
“what do you want from me, wonyoung?” you asked, voice low and tense, with a slight shakiness that contracted the brave act you were trying to put up. there was a mix of fear and anger in your chest.
the girl before you hesitated, lips parting to answer, then closing again. huh—she’s so much like sunghoon, isn’t she? you thought almost bitterly. is that also why i can’t bring myself to hate her? came afterwards.
her eyes held yours. even right now, she didn’t look scared like she was just caught red–handed trying to flirt with someone else’s man. “yn…” she started carefully, her fingers playing with the fabric of her dress. “i… i don’t want anything from you. not really.”
you narrowed your eyes, eyebrows frowned. you rested your hands on your hips. “then why—why do you act like that around us? why do you… do this?” wonyoung didn’t answer. she looked down on her heels, eyebrows pinched in guilt.
and that almost got you to forgive her—you clenched your fists, lips formed into a tight line. “you’re… you’re wonyoung, for gods sake. you could have anyone you wanted to in this world. anyone! look at you! you’re so pretty and smart and, and—” you huffed, all that pent up anger was going to burst now. “you’re so sexy and nice! yet… you, you…” words tumblings and articulating in order that didn’t exist in the grammar rules.
“you’re perfect! why can’t you like someone else that’s not my boyfriend?!”
you took a shuddering breath, voice rising with exasperation, insecurity, and fear.
wonyoung froze, her eyes widened. for a long, terrible second, she looked like she might speak—hell, she looked like she was caught in the act!—then she blinked rapidly, gasping. “...wait—, i—” she stuttered, shaking her head quickly.
has she always looked this pretty?
“i don’t like him!”
now it was your turn to freeze. your mouth opened, heart stuttering. “...what?”
wonyoung swallowed the nervousness in her throat, fists clenched around her fabric as she shut her eyes tightly—taking a deep breath, before exhaling. “i mean, i don’t like sunghoon,” her eyes darted away, eyebrows furrowing in embarrassment. “yn. i… i like you.”
the words hit you like a bucket of ice–cold–water. and just like that—the water washed away all your anger, jealousy, and frustration—leaving you speechless and confused on the balcony. you couldn’t even bring yourself to say something in reply.
did jang wonyoung just confess.. to you?
her cheeks were flushed a deep pink like her lipgloss, eyes wide and darting nervously between you, the floor, and the night sky. her lips parted slightly, trembling as if she wished to take back the words but knew it was impossible.
caught in the momentum of a forced, ill–timed confession.
for someone whose exterior and presence were so composed and… flawless all the time, this was the first time you’ve ever seen her this way. she looked shy, almost like she’s not wonyoung, but someone else… entirely.
you blinked, still hadn’t formed a reply.
wonyoung took another deep breath. “i’ve liked you ever since orientation week… when i—i saw you saving a cat in the drainage,” her voice wavered, she tucked a strand of her curled hair nervously behind her ear. from there, you could see how red her ears were.
“you didn’t even hesitate to climb down there. you didn’t care that it’d ruin your jeans and get your hands dirty… everyone else just stood there, but you…” her gaze slowly landed back on you. “... you didn’t even think twice. i fell in love with your kindness first, then came everything else.”
you felt your cheeks burning up, fidgeting with the hem of your top. you didn’t know that that mindless action would affect anyone at that time. not like this, at least. it was just a decision you’d made on the spot since you would never leave a cat alone like that. that was like leaving jungwon in a dark room…
“then why… why were you always around sunghoon…?” you asked nervously. your voice barely louder than a whisper. right now, only wonyoung needed to hear what you have to say.
wonyoung’s lips parted as if she was almost offended by the question, but then she pressed them together. “at first it was because he’s always around you,” she admitted softly. “i thought if i get close to him, somehow, i could break the two of you.” she shamefully added, her face was like a tomato. “but then i realised how selfish it was to break a relationship. so i just figured that if i could tell sunghoon that i like you, maybe he’s willing to shar—”
your eyes widened so hard you swore they might pop out of your skull. “what—?! share?!” you blurted before she could even finish, lips parted as you pointed to yourself, voice cracking between disbelief and outrage. “me?” you continued. so just now, was it a misunderstanding? was wonyoung about to confess her feelings to you at your boyfriend, first?!
and sharing—? what is going on?
wonyoung’s eyes flew open too, mortified at her own truth. she waved her hands, crossing them in an “x” motion. “no, no—! that’s not it! i didn’t mean it like—well, i did mean it but not like that—ugh!” she buried her face in her hands, groaning, wishing the balcony floor on her side would suddenly crumble and swallow her down.
you were still stunned and frozen, anything she said didn’t register in your head. “i just,,,” she said, muffled against her palms. “i know that you and sunghoon love each other so much and there’s no way i can be with you alone,” she murmured.
“so… i—i thought if sunghoon was… willing to share you…” her voice cracked.
your jaw dropped. share me?! with sunghoon?
your brain short–circutied. for a split second, you swore the bass party inside mocked you, adding the chaos to this insane conversation.
wonyoung peeked between her fingers, face burning and turning impossibly red. desperation written all over her from her perfect rounded head, to her manicured toe. “that’s how much i… like you. i’d take anything. even if it means being second. i just want to be with you.”
her words hung in the cool air, heavy and reckless.
you realised she wasn’t joking.
she meant it.
——
“ah, fuck, you’re crazy babe…” sunghoon groaned, tipping his head back as your lips wrapped warmly and wetly around his throbbing, aching cock. his big hand caressed the top of your head before gently tangling your strands around his fingers. “my pretty girl,” he grunts, lips parting.
your hands move up to his hips and pressed down on it, digging your fingertips into his flesh. you slid more of sunghoon’s huge length in your mouth, trying to fit all of him inside. you felt him twitching and he had to restrain himself from bucking his hips and straight into fucking your mouth,
“mhh, hoonie,—” you muffled, feeling the head of his cock hitting playfully the back of your throat. you shut your eyes tightly as you breathed in through your nose, slowly taking him down in your throat. “oh, shit… d—don’t force yourself, love,” he stammered, fingers tightening around your hair.
slowly, you bobbed your head back and forth, coating his huge cock with your saliva. your hands moved to stroke along his length, spreading and making a mess out of your saliva down to his hanging balls. your boyfriend closed his eyes as he felt the double pleasure combo of your warm mouth and soft hands.
you sucked the bulbous head of sunghoon’s dick, twirling and rolling your tongue around the mushroom tip when—a moan slipped past your flushed lips. “oh—! wony, your tongue!” your body jerked forward slightly as you felt wonyoung’s tongue slipped inside your pussy, her lips molding against your cunt.
behind you, on her fours, wonyoung had her hands splayed across your ass, spreading them apart. she had her face stuffed between your cheeks, tongue darting flat between your folds from your clit all the way up to your entrance, teasingly poking her tongue inside every now and then. “you taste so sweet, yn,” she muffled, slipping a finger in your pussy. you let out a sweet moan, vibrating against sunghoon’s cock which elicited a groan out of him. “fuck yn—is she really making you feel this good?” he commented, visibly annoyed.
wonyoung gave your asscheek a firm squeeze, sucking your slick as her tongue languidly swiped across your folds. wonyoung pulled back slightly to make a comment towards sunghoon. “bet you can’t,” she smirked, and you felt it against your skin. you were about to say something—tell them to stop… why are they making it a competition…—but before you could do so, sunghoon scoffed before bucking his hips up, thrusting his cock into your mouth.
you let out a choked moan, eyes rolling back when the tip hits the back of your throat. you squeezed his thighs, nails digging and scratching against his skin, so deep it left marks. “fuck you know about my g—girl, shit, yn, that’s good,” sunghoon groaned, caressing your hairline in an attempt of comforting you after what he just did.
you pulled back with a sharp gasp, saliva slipping and drooling from your lips and down your chin, connecting from his length. you let out a soft whimper and cry, getting stimulated from the back and the front. wonyoung knew there was no point in arguing with sunghoon—she’s gotten what she wanted, anyway. digging her nails into the meat of your ass, wonyoung’s teeth dragged against your thigh, biting and sucking and leaving marks on your skin.
unbashed, you grinded your hips against her pretty face. “wony,” you breathed out, flattening your tongue against sunghoon’s wet cock to lick a stride up his length from his rounded balls up to the head. you flicked your tongue on the slit, the smell and manly scent of his sweat mixed pre–cum struck up your nose, licking just that sensitive part like a kitten.
“mmhm, are you feeling good, lovely?” wonyoung giggled, placing a kiss before sucking and tugging on your bud. you nodded and hummed, mouth enveloped and molded around sunghoon’s erection. his cock throbbed in your mouth, the pulse throbbing against your tongue.
above, you heard sunghoon muttered a swear under his mouth. it was obvious he was jealous from how his grip around your hair tightened, and the twitch of his hips. “yn baby, fuck, ‘m cumming,” he rasped. with each stroke of your hand from his base to the head—he felt his high increasing.
“uh huh, i want your cum,” you whimpered, from both the neediness of his semen down your throat—and also wonyoung’s languid licking between your pussy lips. your muscles contracted around her warm tongue. “please,” you slurred, not sure you were pleading for and if you were even thinking right.
“fuck—! babe!” his moan fell loudly from his lips, head tipping back, hand keeping your head still where it was—cock deep inside your warm mouth. his hips bucked up as hot ropes of cum shot into your mouth, straight down your throat and warming the domain of your mouth.
his cock throbbed as it pumped out cum and you tried to swallow it all, albeit some spilled from your mouth and rolled down his cock. you rolled your eyes back, nails digging into his flesh. your boyfriend’s loud moans only seemed to irritate wonyoung—and she lets out the annoyance by roughly flicking her tongue against your clit—where it’s sensitive and flushed and puffy. she didn’t like how your attention was on sunghoon just because he’s cumming right now.
it worked—you felt your brain melted when wonyoung slipped two fingers into you, stretching your tight cunt open and fingered you while sucking on your bud. “wony, wonywony—” you cried, hands not stopping from jerking sunghoon off. your boyfriend too, wasn’t in his right mind. he just came, but his own girlfriend’s attention wasn’t solely on him.
it was on your… girlfriend, or whatever the fuck wonyoung claimed herself to be to you. sunghoon couldn’t give a single fuck about that girl. he would’ve never expected something like this would occur in his happy relationship.
looking down at you from his half–drunked eyes, you looked so… innocent, and cute. trying your best to jerk all the remnant of his semen from his balls while getting fingered yourself, your cheeks were flushed, soft sobs, cries, and whimpers escaped your lips like a newborn kitten. so loud.
“c’mon lovely, you’re close, aren’t you?” wonyoung muffled, making out and french kissing your pussy lips. she rubbed her thumb over your clit, as the other thrusted inside your pretty cunt. you nodded, kissing the sides of sunghoon’s shaft. “squirt on my face, yn,” she coaxed, pushing you to the edge.
falling into the submission, your thighs trembled, knees threatened to give out—you released on her face. with a whimpery moan of your girlfriend’s name, you squeezed sunghoon’s cock without warning which elicited aloud moan from his as well. now all three of you were letting out pornographic sounds for different reasons—you released your high, sunghoon’s flushed, sensitive cock threatened to burst another ropes of cum, and wonyoung just made her crush came warmly on her face.
“oh god,” your pussy twitched around nothing, and if it weren’t for wonyoung’s firm grip around your hips, you'd have passed out on the bed. sunghoon’s chest heaved heavily as he brought his hand down on your cheek to wipe the tears that fell from your eyes. he knew it wasn’t from pain—but the overstimulated pleasure your body received.
wonyoung licked around her lip, humming at your sweet taste. “you taste so good. i love it s’much.” she stated, pussy drunk. it might as well be from the lack of oxygen she was getting. your body felt wrung out, every nerve of your body still buzzing from the pleasure. you couldn’t even articulate a reply as much as you wished to.
heat clung to your skin, damp with sweat, mouth salty from the taste of sunghoon’s cock, pussy twitching from the emptiness of wonyoung’s tongue. “oh god, you guys…” you panted, voice raw and shaky and whimpery, every syllable breaking nonsense as they’re not caught up with your brain.
smirking at your condition, sunghoon cupped your cheeks, thumbs caressing the apple of your cheeks. “’m not done yet, baby,” he hummed. sunghoon tugged you forward by your forearm. your palms almost slipped against the bedspread, and before you could protest, sunghoon pushed you down onto the mattress—laying flat on your back.
“hoonie—?” he cuts you off by tugging you forward by your calf until your hips slammed flush against his. the abruptness slipped a gasp out of you. your boyfriend got into his position, looming over you with an obvious exasperated look on his face. “my turn to please my girl,” he said bitterly, meant it for wonyoung without even sparing a glance at her.
scoffing, wonyoung shook her head and smirked, crawling on the bed to position herself above your head. her knees spread and framed you, casting her shadow over your flushed face. “right,” she drawled, tilting her head slightly at sunghoon before cupping your cheeks from behind, leaning down. “then i’ll just take care of this pretty mouth.” she added, voice dripping with challenge. she wasn’t about to just let sunghoon have his fun alone. this was her moment too.
leaning and bending down, wonyoung attached her soft lips against yours—slow and savouring—letting you taste yourself on her lips. you hummed before closing your eyes as well, kissing her back.
sunghoon’s eyes twitched, fuck—kissing my girlfriend in front of me? he thought bitterly. he wrapped his hand around the base of his cock to position the head on the entrance of your nicely prepped pussy. “fuck off, seriously,” he muttered under his breath before pushing his length in, watching as your pussy wrapped around him and swallowed him whole.
moaning against wonyoung’s lips, your hips buckled slightly to adjust yourself. sunghoon started thrusting almost immediately, shaft rubbing the velvety walls as he rolled his hips. “so tight for me,” he groaned, resting and pinning down your hips on the bed so you wouldn’t move around. “you’re squeezing my cock so nicely, baby,” he added.
you let out a started gasp that wonyoung swallowed, whimpering and crying softly. smiling against your lips, her hands travelled down where it found your tits, rubbing her fingerpads around your perky tits. “now, now,” she chuckled, lips still on you. “does it feel good?” she teased, tugging and pressing your buds. she sucked on your tongue, rolling her fingers around your nipples.
you nodded weakly. “hngnh, hoonie, oh god, wony—” back arched in pleasure as your hands wrapped around sunghoon’s wrists on your hips, grounding yourself. tears pooled in your eyes once more as you felt his cockhead bullying your cervix, each slam of his hips jerked your body against the bedspread.
maybe it was because of wonyoung’s position above you—but you kept on swallowing her saliva, each drop sliding past your tongue with nowhere else to go but down your throat. the angle forced her kiss deeper since the movement was limited for you. not just from sunghoon’s hands on your hips keeping you in place, but also wonyoung’s knees on the sides of your face.
every breath you tried to take was stolen by her mouth and it left your chest fluttering and heaving, the taste of her strawberry gloss smeared between your lips. “you’re so cute,” she whispered hotly against your flushed lips, grazing her fingernails along your tits until they were slightly red.
sunghoon shifted bitterly above you. he’s not able to see your face because of wonyoung’s head, and he also couldn’t watch your tits bounce with every thrust he gave you—the feeling was annoying, he was being robbed slowly in front of his eyes.
his jaw clenched, muscles ticking as a sharp hiss escaped him. he wanted to rip wonyoung off you, tilt your chin up, slam his lips, and kiss you until one of you starts bleeding. make you look only at him. instead, he used all that anger to rail his cock deeper inside, hitting the spot he knew better than anyone else—that wonyoung could never reach—that had you begging for more.
your walls clamped tightly down his cock, sucking him in further. “oh my god, s’deep, too deep, hoonie!” you mewled, words caught up in your throat and choked on the mixed saliva. his thrusts were harsh and relentless and unforgiving, almost like he was punishing you for making him jealous.
wonyoung was no different, her fingers squeezed hard that flesh spilled out between her fingers. she used her other hand to grip your chin firmly, forcing your lips apart before spitting right on your tongue. “that’s it,” she breathed. “focus on me, c’mon.”
your body didn’t feel like yours anymore— with wonyoung’s unyielding grip and sunghoon’s ruthless pace below that left you writhing and needy for more. your body trembled under the weight of their possessive claim. competing for what they’ve already won.
“you take me so well, baby,” he groaned, lifting your hips up slightly against his pelvis, angling his cock deeper with a force that shook the bed beneath. the sensation overwhelming you instantly. sunghoon’s thumbs rubbed soothing circles on your hips despite his brutal movement. “goodness gracious, my pussy feels s’good.” he added, tipping his head back.
you nodded, whimpering. using all your strength, you slowly fluttered your eyes open, locking wonyoung’s instantly. “w—wony,” you moaned, gasping. “i wanna taste you, please,” heat rises up your cheeks. this was the first time ever, in your life—that you were going to have someone sit on your face. a pretty girl at that too. licking and eating another girl out was something you’d never see yourself doing.
but there’s a first for everything, right?
wonyoung’s eyes widened, her lips parted slightly but she was quick to nod, smile and face gleaming and brightening. “you’re so cute…” she murmured, voice soft but filled with thrill. you heard her giggle before she moved, her pretty hands slid along your cheeks before her knees pressed into the mattress on either side of your face, hovering just above you.
you swallowed nervously at the sight above you—wow, wonyoung’s pussy is really pretty, too, huh? you thought, blushing hard. her cunt was glistening and it twitched, slick dripping off her thighs. slowly, she lowered herself until your lips met with her lips—except it’s not the one on her face, but her private part.
wonyoung let out a soft moan, already closing her eyes into the sensation just by the feeling of your warm mouth against her warmer, wetter cunt. in front of her, sunghoon’s eyes twitched. great—now he couldn’t see even an an inch of your face.
“my god, yn,” she breathed out as you brought your hands around her hips. your fingers dig into her soft flesh. her breath stuttered as you brought your tongue out and gave an… experimental lap between her folds. “mhh,” wonyoung shivered, squeezing your tits to anchor herself.
you were obviously inexperienced at this—she could tell that as much by the way you moved your tongue all over her pussy, in different patterns, different strokes, just to see which one felt good for her—and you. so considerate, she thought. when wonyoung moaned a little louder, you started licking and sucking a little rougher too.
down there—sunghoon was hitting all the right spots. he moved one hand to rub his thumb over your clit which made you whine against wonyoung’s cunt—your moans vibrating and up till she felt it in her tummy. sunghoon lifted your hips back into place when he felt you slipping.
just as sunghoon lifted his head up from the sight of your pussy swallowing his cock each time he thrusted inside—that he met wonyoung’s eyes who, by chance, had looked up at the same exact moment.
the air tightened instantly but you couldn’t tell. almost instantly, both of them looked away but wonyoung’s lips didn’t fail to curl, while sunghoon’s jaw tensed—you didn’t see it, but you felt his grip hardened.
“don’t look at me, weirdo,” she commented sharply, opting to focus on the way her fingers molded and played with your tits. sunghoon scoffed offendedly, looking back at your wet cunt soaking his cock with your slick. “as if.” venom dripped down his reply. “bet you wish you had a cock right now inside of my girl’s pussy, yeah?” he added mockingly, his sharp canine digging down his bottom lip to suppress his moans. “so fuckin’ tight, jesus babe,”
wonyoung glared at him momentarily, bucking and rolling her hips on your face. she felt the tip of your nose grazing between her folds. “ew, please,” she taunted, corner of her lip lifted in disgust. wonyoung? a dick—? she’d rather kill herself. “having yn eat my pussy out feels s’much better, fuck,” she mocked, exaggerating her moans—”you can’t relate… her tongue feels so good inside me. hngh, yn,”
you felt like you were underwater, not being able to hear what sunghoon and wonyoung were saying to one another—if they even acknowledged each other’s presence at all.
that… riled sunghoon up, badly. his thrusts started picking up its pace and force, hips snapping harshly into yours that there wasn’t an inch of his cock that was visible. dragging it out fully, sunghoon slammed it back in your cunt. he repeated until your toes curled, and your hips started bucking on its own—fucking yourself on him.
you held your tongue out, all your moans were being muffled by wonyoung’s cunt anyway. your girlfriend started moving her body at her own pace as she chased her high. “fuck, j’st like that, lovely,” she nodded, arching her back slightly. “you’re doing so good, oh god,” her thighs trembled around your head.
wonyoung’s heart stuttered. she adored you, a lot. and although she had to share—technically sunghoon was the one who had to share but it didn’t matter since he’s a guy—she was just grateful that she could be doing all these things with you.
maybe one day it could be just you and her? she wanted to do the scissor position she saw in porns with you. what kind of face would you make when wonyoung fucks you with a strap–on?
the thought swirled in the heat in wonyoung’s stomach. “‘m gonna cum, yn,” she gasped. sunghoon couldn’t hold it in that long either. each time wonyoung pressed herself firmer on your face, you only tightened up around his cock—muscles clamping down like you were trying to cut his dick off. he was honestly just holding it in so he could end this fucking session last.
you nodded pathetically and weakly beneath wonyoung, gripping her hips tighter and mirroring what she did to your pussy earlier—tongue–fucking her cunt. your boyfriend could tell you were reaching your orgasm as well. “let go for me, baby,” sunghoon groaned, voice strained with his own need. “cum on my cock.” his thumb circled your clit again.
the encouragement only riled up through your body—and you did as he said. with a moan into wonyoung’s entrance and a buck of your hips, your orgasm washed over you again.
upon the vibration from you that travelled up to wonyoung’s tummy, her hips trembled as she came on your face, squeezing your reddened tits hard. with the warmth of your cunt washing over sunghoon's cock, he pushed his hips flushed against yours—pumping ropes of hot, thick semen inside of you, cock twitching as your contracted walls milked and drained him.
all three of you moaned differently, you were practically crying and whimpering, muffled; wonyoung was just drowning in ecstasy; and sunghoon was groaning at how much he came for the second time.
thankfully, wonyoung slowly lifted herself up—allowing you to catch your breath, chest heaving as air rushed back into your lungs. your brain was foggy from the lack of oxygen. a trail of slick clung to your lips and chin, glistening under the dim bedroom light. your eyes fluttered open, dazed and glassy, only to see her staring down at you.
after ensuring he’s milked and painted your insides white, sunghoon slowly slipped out, a string of cum connecting your pussy to his tip and he watched as it spilled out of your fucked hole. he panted, swallowing the lump in his throat as he slowly caressed the red, flushed marks he’d left when he gripped your hips.
“... baby?” softly, sunghoon called out to you, noticing the sudden stillness. your lashes fluttered shut, head rolling slightly to the side—oh, the exhaustion had taken you in an instant.
he cupped your cheek, thumb grazing over your damp, sweaty skin. “aw,” he chuckled softly, wiping the tears off your cheeks. your lips parted, breath shallow but steady. you’d simply burned yourself out. never again—never again. two of them at the same time.
“...is she okay?” wonyoung brushed strands of hair from your face. guilt tugged at her features even if you’d never blame her. her chest still heaved from her own high. sunghoon sighed and hummed, tension slowly bleeding out of him. he pulled the blanket and over your bare body—his too, and kind enough, tossed a part to wonyoung.
“she’s just exhausted,” he muttered, more to himself. sunghoon ran his thumb over your flushed bottom lip. “she gets tired easily after sex, so,” he added mindlessly, running his fingers through his hair. he glanced at wonyoung just briefly—and saw it—the look of love in her eyes. the kind he knew too well, because it was the same one he had on whenever he thought of you.
fuck… why do you have to be so… magnetic? why do you have to pull crazy people like wonyoung—and him—and make them love and crave you? if anything, it was sunghoon who was supposed to be insecure and afraid, not the other way around.
his jaw clenched, and he messed up his hair. “was that a reminder for my next time?” wonyoung hummed, still twirling your hair around her finger. sunghoon glared at her sharply and bitterly, giving her his middle finger. “you wish, fuck off.”
the girl only chuckled, brushing your hair back from your hairline. “too late now, i think. our girlfriend wants me too.”
——
it’s weird how you couldn’t catch up on it fast enough.
since the beginning, sunghoon always thought how weird it was for wonyoung to treat you differently than how she would do to others. it’s strange how she was always softer, gentler around you. you claimed wonyoung laughed at his jokes, but it was everything you said that she laughed at.
she would linger around you a little closer, looking at you a little too… lovey dovey between friends—? strangers? sunghoon didn’t even know who she was towards you, or what you were to her.
the reason why sunghoon never understood why you had to be scared of wonyoung liking him was because it was never him who she had a crush on—it was you.
he realised and confirmed it when he caught her stroking your hair when you fell asleep in the library. she looked at you the same way he did when sunghoon first got closer to you.
that’s when he realised—fuck, she’s in love with you too.
at one point sunghoon did contemplate on telling you, but that’d keep you on the edge of your toes and he didn’t want you to think of her. would you even believe him in the first place? that someone like wonyoung likes women? he doubted you will. sunghoon was also not expecting for wonyoung to come clean and confess—but with that personality of hers, he probably should’ve seen it coming, or at least expected it.
but it made you happy now, right? yeah it’s awkward and strange to share… his girlfriend with another girl he couldn’t really give a shit for… sunghoon tried to see it from a different light—at least it’s a girl. at least it’s wonyoung who’s smarter and wiser, and not some dumb useless asshole who could rip you away from him entirely, right?
if it had to be anyone, then fine. let it be her.
as long as sunghoon kept gaslighting himself that wonyoung was like your bestfriend… that had sex with each other sometimes—he’ll be fine. he hoped.
and at the end of the day, it’s sunghoon who first got to be with you, and eventually it would be him you’d carry children for.
it’s fine. as long as it’s wonyoung—it’s fine.
——
nobody would’ve ever thought wonyoung liked girls. not even wonyoung herself.
the it girl—jang wonyoung… liked girls. she was supposed to like boys, wasn't she? supposed to be chased by handsome, tall, broad–shouldered, good grades, good future dudes and have a perfect family and husband.
but she liked girls instead! wonyoung thinks it rooted way back when she wished there was another girl like her. someone tall, poised, charming, beautiful—someone to match her from head to toe. men are annoying, the best kind of guy would probably be like… less than half of what she is. call it narcissism but, a girl just wanted the best for herself.
then you appeared—not like her at all—but exactly what she had been wishing for. you weren’t tall, shorter than most people wonyoung knew, not polished, or idolised by people. yet so warm in ways she could never be—they called her the ice princess, after all. you were clumsy unlike wonyoung’s perfect demeanour, and a little awkward.
yeah, sure—wonyoung could bend a room toward her orbit, but you… could bend her.
everything she said to sunghoon was her silent way of challenging him to prove to you that she was better than your boyfriend without knowing you’d taken that as her flirting with him. as if—! wonyoung knew that pigs would need to fly before the thought of breaking up with sunghoon (or the other way around) even occurred to either one of you, which was why she was okay with sharing.
eh—she’d take what she could get. if she had to carve out her space in your relationship, then so be it. wonyoung was never a girl that was quick to give up, anyway. she’d make peace with sunghoon who was your world, by being your moon, so long as she got to orbit near you, the sun.
at the end of the day, what was there to complain about? you love sunghoon the same while loving her too. differently, of course. sunghoon’s a boyfriend, and wonyoung’s a girlfriend—two halves that couldn’t be measured against each other, two roles that only made sense and could be tolerated because it was them.
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🪷 new obsession: 90s couple and their toxic arguments
pairing p. sunghoon x fem. reader
word count 3.4k
content warning toxic relationship, rich girl reader, less rich(?) boyfriend sunghoon, ex boyfriend heeseung, argument, fluff, gaslighting lowkey
the bonfire was dying, collapsing into embers as the beach tide crept closer. music still pulsed faintly from the speakers of the host’s beach house, half buried in the sand, but most of the crowd had already peeled off—heels in hand, laughing out loud with their group of friends as their boyfriends snaked their arms around their girls’.
you on the other hand—stood there in front of the porch, still in your party ‘dress’—a cute pair of bikini topped with an oversized sweater with the hem damp from seawater. you had long switched your shoes to your flip–flops.
hours had passed.
the bottle of champagne someone had handed you at sunset had long gone flat—
and your smile had too.
“you sure you don’t want a ride, babe?” one of your friends asked, voice all syrup and concern. karina’s boyfriend’s car had the roof opened, the yellow light from the pavement shadowed across the expensive leather seats.
they were all sun–drunk and tired, the kind of happiness and giddiness that only came after hours of laughing and bathing under the moon.
you forced a smile, brushing your hair off your face. “mm, no, it’s okay girls. i’m good. he’s coming.”
karina leaned her chin on the car door, lip glossed and eyes a little pitying. “you said that like an hour ago. is he cycling here, or what?” her boyfriend shared a giggle and she quietly scolded him to shut up.
you held back a sigh. gosh, they really didn’t think twice of what they said, huh. “something probably happened. traffic, maybe.” you replied, glancing out toward the empty road as if willing the headlights beam to appear.
karina hesitated, only letting out a soft hum. then, she nodded softly, exchanging a quick look with her boyfriend before saying, “well, okay then. but sms me when you’re home, alright? or leave a voicemail.”
you nodded again, still smiling. fake.
one by one, your girls hopped in the roofless car, exchanging a look with one another—the kind that clearly screamed, sure he is—before waving goodbyes to you. their headlights swept over you for a moment, harsh against your bare legs before fading into the night.
just like that, you were left with the sound of waves and the faint buzz of the generator.
your eyes twitched, taking a deep breath before slowly inhaling.
gosh—this is almost embarrassing.
just then, a voice—low, familiar…. and unwelcome disrupted your thoughts.
“need a ride, pretty?”
you looked up, jaw already tensing. your ex boyfriend’s voice carried that familiar drawl. he was leaning out of his car window, one arm slung over the frame.
his bmw behind him gleamed, all shiny and waxed, polished within an inch of its life, its headlights cutting long shadows. he looked every bit the part of his name and title—rolled up sleeves, his patek phillipe catching the moonlight.
that smirk sharp enough to slice through your last thread of patience, that smug aura of someone who had it all.
“no,” you said flatly, arms crossed.
“what, your little playdate ditches you?” he drawled, shifting into a neutral right in front of you. “didn’t peg you for the type to wait around for scraps, sweetheart. thought i treated you good enough.”
you scoffed, half a laugh, half disbelief of the guts this man had. “i’d wait for any scarps so long it’s not you heeseung. just go away, already.” you replied, shaking your head and rolling your eyes.
“c’mon,” he persisted, grin widening. “don’t tell me you’re really waiting for him. it’s late, and guy probably forgot what day it is. hop in—i’ll send you home before you turn into a sad story.”
you didn’t bother answering. everything was overstimulating and getting on your nerves. the seawater mixed with sand air, the wind that blew your hair around, the stickiness on your skin. instead, you just turned away, pretending to fix your bracelet even though your hands were shaking.
so pathetic.
and that’s when you heard it—the sound of an engine, lower, rougher, coming from the opposite direction.
you both turned as a motorcycle came into view, headlight slicing through the dark.
your boyfriend.
his bike slowed to a stop right beside you, gravel crunching under the tires. sunghoon killed the engine, slipped off his helmet, and ran a hand through his wind–tossed hair. his eyes flicked between you and heeseung, unreadable but tight.
you exhaled, all that waiting condensing into one breath.
“oh, lover boy’s finally here,” heeseung said first, leaning back in his seat. all teeth and arrogance.
the air tightened between the three of you.
sunghoon just set his helmet down on the bike’s handlebar, fingers steady. only then did his gaze lift. but still—he didn’t say anything.
“if you don’t mind,” heeseung went on, voice soaked in mock politeness. “i was just about to take her home. wouldn’t want the poor pretty thing out here all alone, right?”
sunghoon’s lips twitched into something that was far from a smile. “yeah?” he said, low, even. “then it’s a good thing you were just about to.”
standing still, your eyebrows pinched—furrowing and annoyed at both of them. the arrogance rolling off heeseung, the quiet bit in sunghoon’s tone; it made your skin prickle. you were tired of waiting, from the start of the party till the end—and now you had to be in a scene in someone else’s power play?
“jesus,” you muttered under your breath, glancing between them. “are you done measuring dicks, or can we go now?”
heeseung laughed, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel. “feisty as ever,” he clicked his tongue, eyes flicking to your boyfriend. “good luck keeping up with that, lover boy.”
sunghoon just tilted his head slightly, face expressionless and emotionless as he watched heeseung then flicked his gaze up to you. still had your arms crossed against your chest.
“and you,” he scoffed, finally shifting his car into gear. “have fun scraping sand off his little bike.” he tossed out the window before driving off, the sound of the engine fading into the dark.
the silence that followed was deafening and tense, broken only by the ocean and the faint tick of cooling metal from sunghoon’s bike.
sunghoon turned to you then, finally, eyes softer now but still guarded.
you exhaled again, the annoyance not quite gone. instead of lashing out, scolding, or even saying something like—you should be here three hours ago!—you just rolled your eyes and started walking, flip flops slapping the roadside.
“babe,” he called after you, voice low. the sound of his boots crunching against the gravel followed, then the soft rev of his bike staring up again.
you didn’t slow down. your eyes stayed fixed ahead, on whatever the stretch of road the night decided to give you, even though you had no idea where you were going. for god’s sake, you came here in a mercedes, and now you were trudging on your feet through sand.
talk about luxury.
the bike rolls up beside you, its engine idling soft and steady to match your pace.
“hey,” sunghoon murmured, one hand loose on the handlebar. “come on. don’t do this.”
the ocean wind tugged at your hair and it took you everything not to rip them out. the bike purred at a crawling pace beside you—sunghoon riding slow, his other hand rested on his thigh. “i said i was coming, didn’t i?” his voice wavered between apology and frustration.
“you might as well just come tomorrow, then.” you muttered finally, not looking at him.
the gravel crunched under the tires. he exhaled, glancing at you from under his lashes, that mix of guilt and stubbornness that always lived in his eyes. “i didn’t mean to make you wait,” he said. his voice was careful like he didn’t want to press on any of your trigger buttons. “work ran late. i thought—”
you cut in, bitter laugh slipping out before you could allow yourself to. “ohhh, newsflash sunghoon—people work late all the time. they just have the decency to call.” your tone sharpened, every word was like glass breaking in your mouth.
“or is a phone bill too much to ask from you?”
you turned your head just enough to catch the flash of his expression—restrained. jaw tight, eyes on you like he was holding something back. it only made your irritation swell, restless and sour in your chest.
“i just—” you let out a breathy laugh, shaking your head. “i looked stupid, you know? standing there like some lovesick idiot waiting for my boyfriend to come, which he didn’t even fucking show up.”
“people felt sorry for me, you know?” you added quietly, though the edge in your voice betrayed the sting underneath.
by now, the two of you had stopped moving. sunghoon’s jaw flexed one before he looked away, exhaling through his nose. he nudged the kickstand down with his heel—that metallic click—and swung one leg off the bike.
the motor died, leaving only the hush of the sea and the sound of your breath, uneven.
“i said i was sorry. you think i wanted that to happen?” he asked, voice low and even. “you think i like making my girlfriend wait?”
you didn’t answer, just crossed your arms, eyes averting away. you couldn’t bring yourself to look at him now—the softness in his tone made it harder to stay mad when you should be.
he sighed, stepping closer. his shadow stretched long across the road, blending with yours. “i told you, work ran late. i tried to make it. shit happens, i can’t control everything.”
you didn’t roll your eyes—not really, but they flicked upward in that quiet way that said more than words could. irritation. a small exhale left your lips, equal parts disbelief and exhaustion. you weren’t trying to be cruel, but god, it was hard not to feel like he just didn’t get it.
sunghoon noticed. he always did.
“what?” he asked, voice laced with growing annoyance. “you only accept apologies that come wrapped in ribbon?” he shot back, frustration finally cracking through his calm. “i’m late, i fucked up, i apologised. or do you only want sorries from guys who show up in fancy cars and smelling like daddy’s money?”
your eyes widened, the jab landing harder than you expected. you frowned, tilting your head slightly. “what the hell is that supposed to mean?” you demanded, heat crawling up your neck. your boyfriend mirrored your expression—eyebrows furrowed, sucking one side of his cheek before clicking his tongue.
did sunghoon think you’re that much of a bratty snobby rich daughter asshole?
“it means—” he began, then stopped, shaking his head as if the rest of the sentence tasted wrong on his tongue. “fuck—just forget it.”
you scoffed in disbelief. he was saying all that—just to bite his tongue now? “no, go on,” you pressed, voice tight as you nudged your chin to gesture him to continue. “since you’re already halfway there, might as well say it.”
sunghoon exhaled through his nose, eyes flicking away. “just stop it, already,” he muttered, obviously tired and just wanted the topic to drop before it escalated into an argument. “you always twist things until it’s worse than it is.”
you stared at him for a moment, chest tight. then a small, humourless laugh slipped out. “right,” you murmured. “this is what it’s like, huh? dating a girl like me. are you surprised?”
“you know what you were signing up for,” you went on, gesturing vaguely toward yourself. “this—me—my world. family dinners, gold club, charity galas, summers in yacht,” you listed, just matter–of–fact.
“you walked into my life, sunghoon. i never pretended to be anything else.” your tone softened, but the edge was still there. “you said it didn’t bother you, you said it didn’t matter.”
you looked at him, searching his face. “so why are you making it a big deal now? if you can’t deal with a girl like me, then maybe we just shouldn’t be together.”
sunghoon’s jaw flexed, eyes flashing as he took a step closer. “always doin’ that,” he said sharply, voice cutting through the air. “you’re always asking for a break up when shit happens. don’t turn this into some me not being able to handle you thing. that’s not what i said.”
you crossed your arms, unimpressed. “sounds like it.”
“no, it doesn’t,” he snapped, then ran a hand through his hair, exhaling hard. “i knew what i was signing up for, yeah. dating mr. ln’s precious only daughter—i knew you weren’t like anyone else i’ve ever met. that’s why i—” he stopped himself, shaking his head.
“but it’s not that easy, alright? walking into your world. i’m trying, and maybe i screw up sometimes, but don’t make it sound like i’m ungrateful for you.”
his tone dropped lower now, rough in the end. “sorry i can’t fit in then,” he said, voice bitter. “sorry i don’t drive a fucking bmw like your charming guy or know which fork to use first. sorry i don’t wear suits to dinner or come with a family name people recognise.”
you blinked, thrown off by his tone, heat flooding in your face. “what the hell is that supposed to mean? what is wrong with you?"
“it means i don’t belong here, pretty girl,” he shot back, stepping closer. “because that’s what’s been botherin’ you this whole time.”
you let out a disbelieving laugh, sharp and incredulous. “oh, so now it’s my fault?” your voice cracked. “you’re the one who didn’t show up, didn’t call, came late—you’re the one who made me look like an idiot, and somehow i’m the villain here?”
he only scoffed.
“no?” you snapped. “then what? you sorry you can’t fit in? so what now? you don’t want to fucking date me anymore? then go look for girls your level!”
the air thickened instantly, both of you standing too close, eyes locked like neither wanted to be the one to step back first. sunghoon frowned, lips parting like—where the fuck did that thought even come from?
“jesus,” he crossed his arms, confused, brows knitted as he stared at you like you’d just spoken another language. “where the hell did that come from?” he asked, voice tight. “i never said i didn’t want to date you. are you nuts?”
you huffed a sharp breath, chin tilting higher. “then what are you saying, huh? because right now, it sounds like you’re tired of me!”
sunghoon let out a short, humourless laugh, shaking his head. how did it get this way? it’s late, and it’s windy and it’s cold and you only had your sweater and flip flops and a pair of bikinis on. “are you hearing yourself?” he snapped, disbelief flashing in his tone. “you make it sound like i committed a crime because i didn’t show up at your little beach party in time.”
you blinked, stunned for a beat. “little beach party? geez, you listen to yourself.” you shot back, emphasising the last end. your words came out trembling with leftover waiting and embarrassment and hurt. “this is about you not showing up when you said you would, sunghoon! that’s it. that’s all i wanted!”
“and i told you why!” he shot back, straightening his posture. gosh, must he be so fucking tall? “but no—god forbid something doesn’t go your way for once. i had to work, yn! work! work so i can take you out, so i can clean up for you, so i can show up nicely and get your pretty things because—because you’re so fucking pretty or whatever,” he huffed, wetting his lips.
“fuck—i swear to god, i try in a million stupid ways—i work extra shifts, i fix things, i learn how to clean and wax cars for money so when i stand next to you, they can say that you don’t lower your fucking standards just to match mine.”
the words landed between you, heavy and earnest. you wanted to hurl something—a retort, a bratty answer—and instead, your mouth opened and closed, searching. pride warred with something softer.
yes—you were able to say you’re not like the other girls in your circles who dated rich and richer guys and looked down on those who were lower than them. but you also hadn’t expected the cost of being with you to be spelled out like this, as if your normal life were a ledger, and he was tallying losses.
“well—i never wanted you to feel like you had to become a different person!”
“then stop making me prove like i have to,” he fired back, but the heat was gone from it—replaced by exhaustion. “stop… stop testing me with your… with your elegant barbs, and behaviours only your dad receives. we’re not on trial, yn.”
for a beat, the ocean hissed, the boardwalk lights blinked. your boyfriend’s shoulder dropped—not in defeat, but more of a man who had reached the end of a long sentence and had nothing left in his hands. he took a single step backwards before slumping on his bike’s seat.
“i’m sorry i was late,” he murmured. “i’m sorry you felt stupid tonight and had to wait and had to deal with heeseung’s… annoying ass,” he continued, rubbing the back of his neck. gosh, he didn’t want to be reminded on how your ex boyfriend offered you a ride before he came—but it was his fault, after all.
“you can say all that break up shit but i’m not leaving, yeah? i’m… i’m not going anywhere just because people think i can’t be that guy in a suit and know which fork to use.” sunghoon glanced at you from underneath his lashes, biting the inside of his cheek. “i love you, alright? a lot. and if i’ve got to work my ass off like crazy so i can give you a comfortable life, then i’ll do it. just—just don’t give up on me.”
anger and something embarrassed and fragile flickered across your face. you opened your mouth to retort, to say something sharp and final to claim your rich–girl victory, but instead the sound that came out was small. your bottom lip sticked out into a small pout.
“fine,” you said finally, word small but laced with that stubborn, spoiled edge he’d come to know too well. guess you can’t take the rich out of the girl. you looked away, crossing your arms though the corner of your lips twitched. “i’m still angry you made me wait. but just a tiny bit now.”
sunghoon laugh came out soft. “yeah,” he said. “thank god it decreased, hm?”
you glanced up at him then, chin tilting, eyes still glinting with that mix of hurt and pride. “then put a helmet on me,” you muttered, stepping closer until you stood before him. your voice lowered to something teasing, dangerous—and almost sweet.
“and let me crash if you really mean what you said.”
sunghoon blinked, and for a second, he couldn’t tell if you were serious or just cruel in the way only his girlfriend could be—both, maybe.
“yes—anything for my princess,” he breathed, but his hand was already reaching for your helmet he specially bought (for you) hanging off his bike. he’d bought it even before he asked you out—just in case his silly little prayers came true—which it did.
you smirked faintly, holding his gaze. sunghoon slipped the helmet on your head, clasping the buckle. your squished cheeks made it impossible for sunghoon to not peck your lips. he wanted to, but he didn’t want to make you more pissed than you already did. if he deserved a kiss, he at least needed to work for it.
he swung his leg over the bike and stabilised it, the kickstand scraping lightly before the ending came alive with a low rumble.
you waited until he settled in before moving, swinging one leg over and slipped onto the seat behind him. it might not be air conditioned, or comfortable, or leather seated equipped with a massage machine like your dad’s porsche or karina’s audi—but it was with something far more expensive, more than money can buy—sunghoon.
“you ready?” he asked, glancing back just enough for you to catch the smirk tugging at his mouth. you wrapped your arms around his waist, pressing your chest against his back.
you leaned closer, voice muffled through the helmet. “mmhm—but i’m curious—are we really never breaking u—”
you’re cut off by sunghoon revving the throttle.
gosh—he supposed there’s no way of taking the brat out of a rich girl.
"Sunghoon lives for nights like this you in his lap, tits in his mouth, windows fogged beyond saving."
Pairing:박성훈 x f!reader.ִֶָ𓂃ּ ֶָ֢.
Content+Warnings: Explicit sexual content,fwb? Casual sex,Unprotected sex + creampie,Heavy breast/nipple play & tit worship,Multiple sex positions in a car cowgirl, folded missionary, doggy style,Fingering, clit stimulation, multiple orgasms,Dirty talk?,Light pain/pleasure mix (hard pinching, biting, slapping on breasts),Marking/hickeys,Strong language
Wc: 4k
Mdni
Note: saw this on tw those hands looked sm like hoon's 🚬 idk vro..
The notification lit up your phone at 11:47 pm.
Hoon: you up?
You stared at it for a second, thumb hovering. You knew exactly what it meant. It had been the same for the last few months, ever since that night Yunjin dragged him along to your group’s late dinner and he’d spent half the evening staring at your chest like it was the only thing worth looking at. Some tipsy flirting and you ended up in his car.
You typed back
You: yeah,where?
Hoon:outside in 15
You didn’t bother dressing up. Black cami n some boy shorts, nothing underneath. Your nipples were already tightening just from the anticipation. You grabbed your keys and slipped out.
His matte black car was idling by the curb, tinted windows hiding everything. You climbed in. The scent of his cologne — something woody and expensive hit you immediately. Sunghoon was slouched in the driver’s seat wearing a plain black tee that looked two sizes too small. The fabric stretched obscenely across his broad chest and thick shoulders, biceps bulging even when he wasn’t flexing.
He didn’t say hi. Just reached over, big hand landing high on your thigh, squeezing once as he pulled away from the curb.
“Missed you,” he said, voice low, eyes flicking to your covered chest.
You laughed softly. “sure.”
The drive was quiet except for the low hum of R&B playing through the speakers. His hand stayed on your thigh the whole time, thumb rubbing slow circles higher and higher until it slipped under the hem of your shorts. Not pushing further. Just teasing. Building it.
He drove farther than usual tonight, leaving the busy streets behind until he turned into a quiet, half-empty parking lot behind an old business park. No cameras. No people. Just distant streetlights painting faint orange stripes across the fogged windows once he killed the engine.
Silence settled. Thick. Heavy.
Sunghoon turned toward you, dark eyes locked on your body. “C'mere.”
You unbuckled and climbed over the console, knees settling on either side of his thick thighs. The moment you were in his lap, his hands were on you. His big palms shoved under your cami and pushed it up roughly, bunching the fabric right under your chin. Cool air hit your bare skin for half a second before his hot hands covered you.
“shit” he groaned, squeezing immediately.
His fingers dug deep into the soft flesh of your tits, kneading hard, pushing them together, spreading them apart.His thumbs dragged over your nipples, flicking them back and forth until they were stiff peaks, then pinched hard enough to make you gasp.
You arched into his touch, hands bracing on his broad shoulders. The muscles there were rock-solid under your palms.
Sunghoon’s breathing was already getting heavier. He leaned in, burying his face between your breasts, inhaling like he was addicted. Then he started sucking wet, open-mouthed kisses all over the soft skin, leaving faint marks. One hand kept mauling your right tit, squeezing rhythmically while the other slid to your back, pulling you closer so he could suck a nipple into his mouth.
The wet heat made you moan. He sucked harder, tongue flicking rapidly, teeth grazing just enough. His free hand worked the other breast rolling the nipple, tugging, slapping the underside lightly so it jiggled against his palm.
You rocked your hips slowly against the growing bulge in his sweatpants, feeling him thicken. The car was heating up fast. Windows already fogging at the edges.
He pulled back just enough to yank your cami completely off, tossing it into the backseat. Then he attacked again. Both hands on your chest, pushing your tits up and together so he could drag his tongue across both nipples at once. He sucked them into his mouth together, groaning deep in his throat as he did it. The vibration went straight between your legs.
Your hands slid into his hair, gripping the dark strands as he worked you over. He was relentless squeezing, kneading, sucking, biting softly. Every time you moaned, he did it harder. His cock was fully hard now, pressing insistently against your soaked shorts.
“Shorts off,”
You lifted up just enough to shove them down. He helped, big hands yanking them down your thighs along with your panties. The second you were bare, he pulled you back down, but not before shoving his own sweatpants and boxers down just enough to free his thick cock. It slapped heavy against his abs flushed, veined, already leaking.
You wrapped your hand around him, stroking slowly. Sunghoon hissed, hips bucking once, but his eyes stayed glued to your chest.
“Wan' 'em around me,” he said.
You leaned forward, pressing your tits together around his cock. Sunghoon cursed loudly, head falling back against the seat as you started moving. The sight of his thick length sliding between your soft breasts made him throb. He reached down and helped, hands covering yours, squeezing your tits tighter around him, thumbs still flicking your nipples.
“Shit… look at that,” he groaned, watching mesmerized as the head of his cock disappeared and reappeared between your cleavage. Precum smeared across your skin, making everything slicker. He thrust up gently, fucking your tits while his hands kept them pressed tight. After a few minutes he grabbed your hips and pulled you up, lining himself up with your dripping entrance.
"Ride me?"
You sank down onto him inch by inch, gasping at the stretch. He was thick always took you a moment to adjust. The second you bottomed out, Sunghoon’s hands returned to your chest like magnets. He squeezed hard, using your tits as handles while you started rolling your hips.
The car rocked gently. Skin slapped against skin. His breathing was ragged, eyes half-lidded as he watched your breasts bounce in his grip. Every time you sank down, he thrust up to meet you, fingers digging deeper.
“Harder,” you whispered.
He grinned,Then he took over.
Gripping your ass with one hand, he fucked up into you fast and deep, the other hand still full of your tit. He slapped it lightly, watching it jiggle, then squeezed again, pinching the nipple until you cried out. The mix of pleasure and faint pain had you clenching around him.
He switched positions after a while pushing the seat back as far as it would go so you could lean back against the steering wheel. This angle let him see everything. He kept one hand on your chest, mauling both breasts while the other rubbed tight circles on your clit. His thrusts never slowed.
You came hard the first time, thighs shaking, walls fluttering around his cock as you moaned his name. Sunghoon didn’t stop. He fucked you through it, groaning at how tight you got,
When your orgasm faded, he pulled out suddenly and flipped you around. “Backseat rightnow baby”
You climbed over. He followed, muscular body filling the space. He laid you down across the seats, one of your legs hooked over the front seat, the other bent. Then he was on you again.
This time he pushed your knees toward your chest, folding you, and slid back inside in one smooth thrust. The new angle made you see stars. Sunghoon braced one hand on the seat behind you and started pounding deep, powerful strokes that made your tits bounce wildly.
He couldn’t resist. He leaned down, sucking one nipple into his mouth while his hand worked the other. The wet sounds of his mouth mixed with the obscene slap of skin and your broken moans. Every thrust pushed your breasts up toward his face. He motorboated them messily, groaning, then went back to sucking hard enough to leave marks.
“Love suckin' these while I’m inside you,” he panted. “So fucking soft… godamn.”
You reached between your bodies and rubbed your clit, chasing another high. Sunghoon noticed and replaced your hand with his, rubbing fast while he kept thrusting.
Your second orgasm hit even harder. You clenched around him, back arching, crying out as pleasure crashed through you. Sunghoon cursed, hips stuttering, but he held back.
He pulled out again, breathing hard. “Turn over. On your knees.”
The backseat was cramped, but you managed hands braced on the seat, ass up. Sunghoon knelt behind you, one foot on the floor. He rubbed his cock along your soaked folds once, twice, then pushed back in.
This position let him go even deeper. He gripped your hips at first, pounding hard, but soon one hand slid around to grab your swinging tits. He squeezed them from behind, pulling you back onto his cock with every thrust. The angle made everything feel filthy and perfect.
He leaned over your back, chest pressed to you, one arm wrapped around so he could keep playing with your breasts while fucking. Fingers pinching, palm kneading, mouth sucking on your shoulder.
“You gon cum again? Want to feel it on my cock.”
His hand moved faster on your clit. His thrusts turned punishing deep, rapid strokes that had the whole car shaking. You came a third time, almost sobbing with how intense it felt, walls milking him tight.He buried himself deep and came hard, groaning loudly as he filled you, hips twitching with every pulse. His hand stayed on your tit the entire time, squeezing rhythmically like he was grounding himself.
You both collapsed, sweaty and breathing hard. The car reeked of sex. Windows completely fogged. Sunghoon stayed inside you for a long minute, lazily kissing your neck, hand still gently groping your sore, marked-up chest.
Eventually he pulled out with a wet sound and sat back, pulling you into his lap again. This time it was softer. He rested his forehead against yours, one big hand still idly cupping your breast, thumb brushing the nipple almost tenderly now.
“Better than the gym,” he muttered with a lazy smirk.
You hummed breathlessly. “mhm"
You stayed like that for a while naked, tangled, his hands tracing the marks he left.
“Round three?” he asked after ten minutes, already half-hard against your thigh.
You raised an eyebrow. “hell nah , don't wanna limp like a loser tomorrow."
He laughed and you both cleaned up as best you could with some wipes he kept in the car. You pulled your cami n shorts back on. He fixed his sweatpants.
He drove you home in comfortable silence, hand back on your thigh. When he pulled up to your building he leaned over and kissed you deep but short.
“Text me when you want it again,” he said.
You smiled. “You’ll probably text first.”
“Probably.”
You stepped out. He waited until you were inside before driving off.
synopsis: waking up the next day after an argument, sunghoon is a little shy to ask you to follow up your daily routine together.
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sunghoon had always been the quiet type, never one to express too much, but last night’s argument was different.
it left an uncomfortable tension lingering between you two, something neither of you were used to. you tossed and turned in bed, unable to find peace, the memory of harsh words replaying in your mind like a broken record.
the morning light filtered softly through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room. you had barely slept, your mind restless with unresolved thoughts.
you felt a soft nudge on your arm, and as you blinked your eyes open, there was sunghoon, standing beside the bed, his expression unreadable, a mix of uncertainty and something else you couldn’t quite place.
he hesitated for a moment, as if he was trying to find the right words. “can you… do that thing?” he finally mumbled, his voice barely above a whisper, his gaze flickering away from yours.
it was unlike him to ask for anything, especially after a fight, but you knew what he meant. every morning, without fail, you’d apply his skincare for him, a small act that had somehow become your routine.
you let out a sleepy groan, turning away from him and pulling the covers over your head. “not today, hoon,” you murmured, your voice muffled, teasing him just a little, but deep down, you knew you couldn’t actually refuse him.
he stood there for a moment, the silence stretching out between you two.
“please?” he added, a little softer this time, a rare vulnerability in his voice that made your heart soften. it wasn’t like him to ask twice.
you sighed softly, sitting up and pushing the covers off. “fine,” you said, rolling your eyes playfully as you climbed out of bed.
“but only because you said please.” despite the remnants of last night’s argument hanging in the air, you didn’t have it in you to say no to him. maybe this was his way of making peace, in the only way he knew how.
“thanks,” he mumbled, almost too quiet to hear, but you caught the sincerity in his voice.
you slipped out of bed, your feet padding softly on the cold floor as you headed to the small vanity where you kept the skincare products.
sunghoon followed you, his steps equally soft, almost as if he was afraid to break the fragile silence that had settled between you two.
“you know, you could’ve just done it yourself today,” you teased lightly, grabbing the moisturizer and turning to face him.
he shook his head, sitting down on the edge of the bed.
“it’s not the same,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper, his gaze fixed on the floor. it was rare for him to be this open, and it made you pause for a second.
you motioned for him to sit properly, and he complied, scooting back a bit so he was closer to you.
you took a deep breath, your hands working automatically as you unscrewed the cap of his moisturizer. the familiar scent filled the space between you, and for a moment, it felt like everything was back to normal.
“you’re such a baby, you know that?” you said, your tone playful as you smoothed the cream onto your fingers.
“only for you,” he replied, his lips curving into the smallest of smiles, and you felt your heart skip a beat.
you gently applied the moisturizer to his face, your touch soft and careful, as if you were trying to erase the harshness of the previous night with every gentle swipe.
sunghoon’s eyes closed, his face relaxing under your touch, and you could feel the tension slowly melting away.
neither of you spoke, the silence was heavy but not uncomfortable. it was the kind of silence that spoke volumes, the kind that said everything you both were too afraid to put into words.
you finished with the moisturizer, your fingers lingering on his skin for a moment longer before you pulled away.
but instead of standing back up, you suddenly decided to straddle his lap, settling yourself comfortably as you faced him. his eyes flew open, a hint of surprise in them as you smiled down at him, your hands resting on his shoulders.
“what are you doing?” he asked, his voice a little shaky, clearly flustered by your sudden proximity.
“just making sure you’re not going anywhere,” you teased, leaning in to smooth out the moisturizer on his forehead.
you could feel the warmth of his body beneath you, his breath hitching slightly as your fingers grazed his skin.
sunghoon was trying hard to keep his composure, but you could see the faint blush creeping up his neck, spreading to his cheeks.
“you’re really… close,” he mumbled, his hands hesitantly finding their way to your waist, unsure of where to put them.
“is that a problem?” you asked, your tone teasing as you finished up with his skincare, your hands lingering on his cheeks for a moment longer.
he shook his head, his eyes flickering up to meet yours for just a second before they darted away again. “no… it’s just… different,” he admitted, his voice barely audible, but you caught the shy smile playing on his lips.
you leaned in closer, your face just inches from his, your breath mingling with his as you whispered, “different can be good, you know.”
he didn’t respond, but you could see the way his eyes softened, the way his hands tightened slightly around your waist, holding you just a little closer.
“about last night…” he started, his voice hesitant, his gaze flickering to the side, avoiding yours. “i’m… i didn’t mean to make you upset.”
you felt a small smile tug at your lips, his awkwardness endearing. “i know,” you replied softly, reaching out to take his hand, squeezing it gently.
“i’m sorry too, i shouldn’t have snapped at you.”
he finally looked back at you, a hint of relief in his eyes.
“we’re okay, right?” he asked, his voice quiet, almost as if he was afraid of your answer.
“yeah, we’re okay,” you reassured him, giving his hand another squeeze. “just… try not to be such a grump next time, okay?”
he huffed out a small laugh, the tension finally breaking.
“i’ll try,” he promised, a shy smile playing on his lips.
for a moment, you just sat there, side by side, the morning light wrapping around you like a gentle embrace.
and though the argument wasn’t entirely forgotten, the weight of it had lessened, replaced by the quiet understanding that you’d work through it together, just like you always did.
A sensual, intimate, and adorable scenario of showering with husband!Sunghoon. No warnings, just hot, romantic stuff. Likes and reblogs are always appreciated. Thank you.
If there was one thing you loved doing with Sunghoon, it was showering. Everyone knew he was a gentleman: always opening doors for you, making sure you weren’t cold when you went out, and keeping his eyes on you to ensure you were safe and comfortable. And when you shower together, nothing changes.
Sunghoon understands you better than anyone else. He knows how you always put others before yourself, so, whenever he can, he takes it upon himself to care for you. When you shower together, he refuses to let you lift a finger. He washes your hair, using all your expensive scalp products, and gently cleans your skin for you.
Naturally, when he got a text from you saying you’d be taking a quick shower, he rushed home. Stepping into the foggy bathroom, Hoon could hear soft music playing, Cigarettes After Sex, as usual. He quickly discards his clothes and approaches the shower. He carefully slides the glass door, pausing to admire you before entering.
Your sweet voice carried softly with the music, your head tilted back under the steamy water, the droplets cascading down your body like a sculpture brought to life. To Sunghoon, you are the most beautiful girl he has ever seen, and he couldn’t be more grateful to have you.
When you turned your back to the door, he finally stepped in. His tall frame came up behind you, his lean arms wrapping around your waist like two strong snakes. You jumped slightly in surprise but quickly giggled. You love it when Sunghoon is clingy.
“You should’ve waited for me…” he murmurs into your ear, resting his face on your shoulder as the hot water pours over both of you.
Turning your head slightly to face him, you pecked his cheek. “We have to be quick, baby. I promised your mom I’d meet her at the mall by 3 p.m. We’re picking out new things for her kitchen,” you explain to your handsome boyfriend. Then, you turn your body around fully to face him.
The water has completely soaked his hair, and because he ran a hand through it, slicking it back, Sunghoon looks hotter than usual. You gaze into his eyes, captivated by the view in front of you. His pale skin was drenched and shining before your curious eyes, reflecting the diffuse light of the sun.
“Why didn’t she call me?” Your husband whines, wrapping his arms around you again, as though he wished he could be under your skin, just to be closer to you.
“I’m the one with the interior design degree…” you joke, resting your head against his chest, savoring the warmth of his skin against yours as the hot water cascades over both of you.
Sunghoon doesn’t respond; he simply kisses your hair and holds you close for a few minutes. The bathroom grows even steamier, the air heavy with humidity. You look up at him, enamored by his handsome features under the water: his big nose dripping water, red lips shiny with his saliva, adorable moles scattered around his body, and the depth of his brown eyes, completely drunk on love.
He gazes back at you with equal intensity, his mischievous fingers trailing along your side, sending goosebumps across your skin. It is enough to drive Sunghoon insane, feels as though you are teasing him with the way you look at him, with those adorable, pleading puppy eyes. Slowly, he leans in and captures your lips in a slow, loving kiss, his soft lips molding perfectly with yours.
Your arms wrap around his neck as your fingers weave through his black hair, gently pulling in need. His tongue teases its way into your mouth, and the kiss quickly deepens, turning hungry. The sensation of your wet, nude body pressing against his is intoxicating. You pull away breathless, your foreheads resting against each other as you both catch your breath.
“Turn around so I can wash your hair,” Sunghoon says in a breathy voice, trying to regain his composure and focusing on taking care of you. His hands remain firmly on your hips as you turn around. Soon your back faces him, a sight that makes him momentarily wish his mom would forget about your plans so he could have more time with you.
Noticing he hasn’t moved, you glance back over your shoulder, only to catch him staring at your body with possessive eyes while his hands grip your waist so tight it makes your skin turn white.
“Hoon…” you call, snapping him out of his trance. A soft blush spreads across his face as he realizes he’s been caught.
“Sorry, princess. I got distracted,” he mutters in a low voice, quickly reaching for your favorite shampoo to get started.
You turn your head backward, giving him better access to your scalp. When his skilled fingers begin massaging your hair, it feels heavenly. He always has a way of being so gentle yet confident, and it makes your knees weak every time.
Sunghoon has a habit of massaging your neck while washing your hair. One hand steadying your head with fingers dug into your scalp, while the other works on your tired neck muscles. You gulp and bite your bottom lip. Today, for some reason, his touch feels even better than usual, making you momentarily regret agreeing to plans with his mom.
“All done. Let’s rinse you off,” Sunghoon announces tenderly, holding your hand as you turn around to let the water rinse your hair. As the warm stream flows over you, Sunghoon notices your quickened breaths.
“You okay there, princess?” he asks with a knowing smirk, fully aware of the effect he has on you.
You don’t answer, just nod, your eyes still closed. After rinsing your hair, he applies a bit of conditioner to your ends, gently scrunching them to enhance your waves. While the conditioner sets, he grabs your loofah, squeezing out some of your body wash before carefully lathering it.
You let him take over completely, utterly under his spell. His hands move with precision and tenderness, washing every inch of you, from your neck and arms to your chest and belly. He even kneels to wash your legs and feet with the same care. You watch him with hearts in your eyes, completely smitten by his loving attention.
When he stands again, you turn around, brushing your hair to one side to expose your back. He resumes his task, one hand holding your waist affectionately while the other traces gentle circles over your skin as he cleans you.
Sunghoon smiles when he’s finished, admiring the way your skin glistens, still covered in bubbles. He leans in to press a quick peck on your lips before turning the water back on to rinse you off. Then, he leans against the cold tiled shower wall, his malicious eyes tracing the path of the water drops as they slide down your body.
Noticing his gaze, you smile and gently take his hand, pulling him under the warm stream. You let him hug you by the waist, lightly squeezing you while he presses his wet body against your back. The two of you stay like this for a while, soaking in the moment, until your hair and body are completely rinsed clean.
“Do you want me to wash your hair too?” you ask, looking up at your handsome boyfriend. He returns your gaze with a soft smile.
“No, princess. You can go see my mom. I’ll finish faster if I do it myself,” he explains, his thumb caressing your cheek affectionately. You laugh, knowing he’s right. If you stayed, things would likely go far beyond just washing his hair.
“I love you,” you confess shyly, placing a lingering kiss on his aching lips before stepping out of the shower.
“I love you more,” Sunghoon replies sweetly, his heart swelling at the sight of your radiant smile. “I’ll be waiting for you…” he adds with a playful wink as you close the door, your laugh echoing softly in the steamy bathroom.
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drinking / reader gets super drunk ; throwing up ; jake is borderline a lil germaphobe ; fluff
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You have friends in different majors and on different schedule plans.
Your semester ended about a week ago, but you just got the results of one of your last final exams yesterday.
You’ve been in a great mood since then.
So when your friend took her last final exam and suggested that you and your friends have a girls’ night in, you were quick to say yes.
Everyone had their reasons too; some needed motivation to take their own exams, others were celebrating their own results.
Overall, there was a lot of excitement for this to happen.
That’s the only reason you forgot you were supposed to see Jake that night and spend the weekend there.
You’d never purposefully blow him off with no reason, you genuinely forgot.
Maybe deep down, Jake knows that too.
That’s why he isn’t as mad as he’d like to be and why he stayed up late in case you showed up suddenly.
Surely there are better things to do than to sit on a couch and stare up at the ceiling though.
Not just because it’s boring, but also because the way he’s slumped up in it can’t be comfortable.
“Hmph…”
It’s almost 1 in the morning and you’re only calling him now?
Jake stares at his phone for a little, mostly at the picture he uses as your contact as he debates letting it go to voicemail.
“What?” He answers.
Not only did he pick up at the last minute, but he also has a little attitude in his tone; something your friend picks up on immediately.
“Uhm…hello…” she says hesitantly, almost considering that she might’ve called the wrong number.
Jake notices immediately that it isn’t you on the other end; but he feels worse when he hears from this person that you’ve blacked out on their couch and need him to go pick you up.
“Right, sorry…” his voice softens a little in embarrassment, “could you send the address to this number? I’ll be there.”
He bumps his hand on his shoe rack in his attempt to get his shoes on with one hand while holding his phone with the other.
If he hadn’t rushed himself to get them on to try and get there faster and make up for the fact that he sounded like an asshole at first, that wouldn’t have happened.
He had one chance to make a good first impression, and now at least one of your friends thinks he’s worse than he actually is.
And that’s generous.
If you’re so drunk that you blacked out, your friends are probably about there themselves.
He can’t expect your friend to not have mentioned to the others how he picked up the phone to your number.
Godddd.
Even how he knocks probably seems like an attempt to make them overlook his initial attitude.
“Hi…” Jake says softly, a small smile as he’s greeted by a girl he can only assume is one of your friends.
She stares up at him blankly at first, then she seems to realize that she doesn’t know him and her eyes narrow at him.
“Can I help you?” She asks.
Jake rubs his hands together nervously; he hasn’t met your friends yet, but they’re probably not even going to remember that they saw him tonight.
Jake explains why he’s here and who he is.
After mentioning that he’s your boyfriend, your friend’s eyes widen as she looks him up and down in a new light.
“You’re big bucks?” She asks; by this point, she’d taken so long at the door that two other girls had the idea to check on her.
They came up behind her as she said this to him.
“Uhh…yeah…” Jake admits.
He hates that nickname.
He hears it so often because you do it to make him uncomfortable on purpose whenever he pays for something for you after you ask him not to.
“That’s her boyfriend?” One of them asks; doing a horrible job at whispering to the first girl.
“You’re Jaeyun?” The third asks.
“Jake is fine,” he corrects gently, trying to make them a little more comfortable.
Now he has three girls staring at him like he’s some big surprise.
Did you not show them pictures?
He showed the guys pictures of you even before you met them, and they knew about you before then too.
“It’s pretty late, you guys mind if I come in to grab her?” He asks after a bit.
If he didn’t bring it up, he might’ve gotten stuck with them like this for an hour.
“Right—“ one of them says suddenly, pulling the other girls with her to make room for him to come inside.
They lead him through the apartment towards the living room.
By now you’ve come back to, but you don’t look as good as you probably did before you had that much to drink.
There are two more girls sitting near you, about as woozy as you seem to be.
After a quick introduction that sounds more like a warning to the two girls not to say anything in front of him, he has them staring at him too.
“Hey…” he says carefully, leaning forward a bit to come into your view, “you ready to go?”
As Jake appears in your view, your expression softens a little and you straighten up quickly.
“I was gonna call you—“ you gasp, raising your voice a little.
Jake recognizes that you’re going to stand up on your own and reaches out to help stabilize you.
He gives you one hand to hold onto while the other remains free after he uses it to hold a finger up to his mouth.
“You’re yelling, baby” he points out gently, helping you come around the couch you were just sitting on.
“Oh…sorry…” you say sheepishly, looking at your friends while Jake grabs your jacket off the backrest.
This would be less awkward if he’d met your friends before while they were sober; he has no business trying to talk to them when he knows virtually nothing about them.
So he tries to hide behind you; helping you put on your jacket there while he whispers over, “say bye to your friends…”
Saying he regrets encouraging that sounds mean; but he didn’t expect you to take that as a suggestion to have a full conversation with all five of them at once.
All he could do was stand beside you with an arm wrapped around your shoulders to keep you upright.
“Thank you for taking care of her~” one of them eventually says, bringing him into the conversation.
Jake offers a small smile, but he’s taking this as a chance to excuse you both out of here.
“Of course,” he says, “we should go, excuse us…”
“Bye, girls—“ you call out as he leads you away, leaving behind an echo of girls saying their goodbyes to you at once.
He’s not embarrassed in the traditional sense—more shy than anything.
And that doesn’t stop even after he gets you into the elevator.
“I really was going to call you…” you say, bringing it up again.
Jake sighs a little, leaning against the wall of the elevator as he secures you with an arm around your waist.
“Why’d you blow me off?” He asks, tilting his head at you.
“I completely forgot,” you explain, your words connecting together by slurring them into one word every now and then, “I didn’t even realize until seulgi called you.”
“Baby…”
“That was less than 30 minutes ago…”
Has to be true though, otherwise you would have lied and said you realized after the first drinks.
“Aww…really?” You whine, mimicking his head tilt.
He can’t stay mad at you, not now that he knows it wasn’t on purpose and not while you’re like this.
“You still wanna come over?” He asks, straightening up as the bell of the elevator rings, “or do you want me to take you home?”
“With you—with you—“ you answer quickly, getting a bit of your energy back as you try to walk faster out of the lobby.
Jake thought this meant you were much more capable; you were fine the entire ride over, you started speaking clearer, you even asked him to stop at a convenience store and got off with him to get what you wanted.
Even if you needed him to carry you from the car to his apartment on his back, he just assumed you were lazy.
But the minute you walked through the front door, you left him at the door to go straight into the kitchen.
With your shoes still on and all, Jake lagged behind you and found you throwing up into his garbage bin.
He should have seen that coming though; you were passed out on a couch before he picked you up.
Doesn’t make it any less icky though.
“I know, baby…” he sighs, wincing a little as he stands by with one hand rubbing your back and the other holding your hair back for you.
Jake doesn’t drink nearly enough to enjoy putting up with this.
Even the guys don’t get this kind of treatment, and he’s known them for 6 years.
“Jake…” you whine, leaning into the trash a little.
“It needed to happen,” he says, using a hair tie he keeps on his wrist to tie your hair back, “how else are you supposed to sober up?”
He might keep the hair tie, but that’s just in case you need it—Jake knows nothing about pulling your hair back for you.
“Hmmm…” you groan softly, slowly straightening up to look at him.
Damn you and your sick puppy look…
He really doesn’t want to, but he’s going to have to, isn’t he?
“Cmon, let’s get you cleaned up…” he says, closing up the trash bag before he leaves it to take you to the bathroom.
He leans you against the counter and tells you to wash your mouth and face with some water while he finds you a change of clothes.
Because surely you can manage that while he leaves for less than a second.
Except he comes back to find you leaning over the counter and trying to stick your head under the faucet while it runs.
“No, baby-“ he says, cutting himself off as he processes the sight.
Thankfully you didn’t actually get any vomit on you; that would have made this a million times harder to do.
“Don’t drink it.” He warns; because apparently, he can’t take any chances with you like this.
Jake holds you upright as he gathers some water in his palm and leans you over the sink slightly while he brings it up to your mouth.
At least he doesn’t have to guide you through the process of gargling some water.
“I’m gonna wash your face, wait.”
While you lean over to spit the water out of your mouth, he uses the opportunity to collect some more water in his palm to wash your face.
He does this twice before turning the water off and having you turn around to face him.
“I love you, really—I do,” he says, pinching the hem of your shirt to hint at what he wants to do.
“But…?” You press, lifting your arms up to give him permission to take your shirt off.
“Please, never drink again.” He sighs, letting your shirt fall off to the side.
“or, whatever. If you wanna drink, drink.” He continues, “just never get drunk.”
He gets you in a shirt of his and then helps you into the only pair of sweats he has that have a drawstring.
Under any other circumstances, it would be cuter to see you in his clothes.
Right now unfortunately, he’s more concerned with the trash bag in his kitchen…settling…in his garbage bin.
“Go lay down, I’ll be there in a little…” he sighs, kissing your forehead before nudging you gently to get you to walk ahead.
You don’t think to ask where he’s going, you just do what he tells you to while he leaves to do whatever he has to.
He has to repeat to himself how much he loves you while he takes the trash out.
A little vomit is not going to change that.
Not even if it makes him gag once or twice and if he has to wash his hands twice with a lot of soap before he feels comfortable going to bed.
He knows he’s clean.
But his hoodie gets abandoned by the laundry regardless because it feels unclean from having been around you in it.
More for you.
You’re never going to complain when you get the chance to see him shirtless under normal circumstances.
“Hello…” you say softly, a small grin as he crawls into bed with you.
“Behave.” He gasps softly, as if you really just said the worst thing in the world.
You chuckle, clinging onto him as soon as he’s close enough.
“I keep getting texts from the girls,”
You speak mostly into his chest, so it’s a little harder to hear between the muffled voice and also the occasional slurred word.
But the last part is annoyingly clear.
“They thought you’d look different…uglier…for some reason…” you explain, “because why else would a 25 year old date someone like me?”
Jake closes his eyes for a moment
“I’m not even 24 yet…” he groans softly; you’re definitely the type to overexaggerate the age gap.
“Mmm but you’re closer to that than 20, sooo…”
“I’m this close from making you sleep on my couch.”
Empty threats, even if he comes down to look at you when he says this.
“Okay, I’m sorry.”
You throw in a few kisses to his nose and cheeks for good measure, but he’s more glad that you didn’t try to kiss him properly.
“Can’t believe this is the kind of treatment I have to endure in my own home…”
“Even after all I’ve done for you…”
You smooth things over with a quick “I love you”, and Jake accepts it because he was never actually mad at you.
Even if you let your friends have the impression that he was some gross old guy who bought you things to keep you around.
“You’re never allowed to call me ‘big bucks’ again, by the way.”
ur hee bf head canons were so cute 🫶 could u do a hoon version?
*ೃ༄ boyfriend enha headcannons ft. sunghoon
a/n: this ask was so sweet omg thank you :) i had so much fun writing this version so i hope you like how it turned out <3
pairing: 박성훈 x fem!reader
ᨳw: mentions of jealousy, dry texting, teasing, simply just fluff
sunghoon is the type of boyfriend to...
01. …act like he’s annoyed when you cling to him in public, but never move away.
he’ll be like “ugh, why are you like this,” while literally adjusting his arm so it wraps around you better. his face is straight but his ears are bright pink. if anyone teases him about it, he’ll just say “she’s cold.” you’re not. he just likes having you close.
02. …refuses to share his stuff with the members but hands you his hoodie like it’s nothing.
jay once asked to borrow it and got a straight up “no.” you yawn once and he’s already taking the hoodie off the hanger. he’ll drape it over your shoulders all dramatic and then act like he didn’t just give you his favorite hoodie of all time. you’re the exception, always.
03. …makes fun of your music taste and then secretly adds all your favorite songs to his playlist.
he’ll say that it “doesn’t even match the vibe” while still letting it play. then two days later you catch your comfort song sitting in his “late night skate” playlist. don’t ask questions. just know he listens to it when he misses you.
04. …looks like he’s not listening when you talk, but remember every little thing.
you’ll mention craving strawberry milk one time, just randomly, and the next time you see him, he’s handing you one like it’s nothing. doesn’t even say a word. just gives it to you and keeps walking, because of course he remembered. and right before he turns away, he leans in and kisses your cheek like it’s just routine.
05. …let’s you put rings or hair clips or stickers on him and pretends he doesn’t care.
but the second you leave, he looks at them in awe for a weirdly long time. one time you stuck a pink bunny sticker on his phone case and he never took it off. when someone pointed it out, he said “oh i didn’t notice.” he definitely did.
06. …be brutally honest about everything except how much he loves you.
he’ll roast your outfit, your movie taste, even your sneeze — but the minute someone else teases you? oh this man turns into your personal defense lawyer. “shut up, she’s literally perfect.” and he says it so casually, like it’s just a fact.
07. …sees you across the room and tilts his head with that slow, lazy smile like he’s already yours.
he won’t wave. won’t call your name. just that look. that quiet smirk like he knows exactly what he’s doing to you. like he’s not even surprised you caught him staring. he’s been staring.
08. …fake complains whenever you lie on top of him, but won’t let you move.
he’ll be like “can’t. breathe.” and act like you’re crushing him even though he literally pulled you into his lap in the first place. he’ll rest his chin on your head and scroll on his phone like it’s the most normal thing in the world. this is his happy place.
09. …sends dry, low effort texts like “ok” and “lol” but lights up the second he sees you.
he’s not the best at texting, just short replies, random memes, and the occasional “you up?”but in person? oh he’s all warmth. smiling before you even say hi, pulling you into a hug that lasts a little too long, like he’s been waiting all day. sometimes he brings you your favorite drink without saying a word. he’s just better at showing he cares when you’re standing right in front of him.
10. …secretly takes videos of you just doing random things because he thinks you look cute.
he literally has a camera roll full of you tying your shoes, yawning, even downing a energy drink like it’s a wildlife documentary. and he’ll never admit it. you’ll just find them by accident one day and he’ll get all flustered and go “don’t look at those.”
11. …gets jealous in the pettiest, quietest ways.
he won’t really say anything, but you’ll notice he gets real focused on his phone the second someone else makes you laugh. when you ask what’s up, he shrugs and says “nothing”, but then he’s suddenly sitting closer, casually reaching for your hand and resting his on your thigh like it’s no big deal. he’s not mad, just reminding you where your attention should be.
12. …does everything to keep up his cool guy idol image but completely melts when you call him pretty.
he’ll have his arms crossed, sunglasses on, trying to act all unbothered — but the second you say, “hoon you look so pretty today” with that smile on your face, he’s hiding his face behind his hand and trying not to smile. he’ll mumble something like “don’t say that” but you can literally see him glowing. he loves it. especially when it’s from you.
a/n: i LOVED writing this one actually. if there's a specific member you wanna see next, drop it in my inbox i am very easily influenced (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)
popular sunghoon x fem reader 1535 words genre fluff mikaela’s note because sunghoon is so tristan dugray coded, inspired by a gilmore girls scene
“I’d kiss you but your boyfriend’s watching,” Sunghoon mumbles, and he’s so close you can feel his breath on your lips.
He holds your gaze confidently, with a tinge of arrogance as his tongue darts out to lick his lip. You think that Sunghoon is the most annoying person in the world, because how can he look so devilishly handsome and have such an intoxicating effect on you.
It all started when he showed up unannounced and uninvited to your birthday party — still in his school uniform, tie loosened and sleeves rolled up with his blazer hanging over his shoulder.
And you should have known better than to let him charm his way into your house. “What are you doing here, Hoon?”
He loves the way his nickname rolls off the tip of your tongue, it's so addictive and he wants to record it so that he can play it again and again, even if your tone is one of spite.
“Happy birthday princess,” Sunghoon completely ignores your words, taking steps closer towards you, “now, where’s my birthday kiss?”
He’s at it again, aimlessly flirting with you. You roll your eyes, a deep sigh exiting your mouth, “it’s my birthday, Hoon.” How did he even know where you lived? You were sure you told everyone you invited not to bring him along.
“So I’ll give you a birthday kiss,” he grins, eyes glinting with mischief as he watches your facial expressions fall, ears burning red as you quickly turn around.
You hate Park Sunghoon and the unimaginable hold he has on you. “I’m going to find my mother. Do not, I swear to god, cause any trouble.”
“Your mother? It’s a little early in the relationship,” he moves swiftly to your side, arms casually slinging over your shoulder as he pulls you closer into him forcefully. “But it’s okay, I’m ready.”
Where in the world does Sunghoon get his cocky attitude from, you think as you try your best to pry and lift his arm away from your shoulder. Despite your surface indifference towards his advances, there were millions of butterflies invading your stomach at his every single action.
Before you can even try to escape, a voice calls your name and you stop to talk to Yunjin. “Park Sunghoon? What are you doing here?”
Sunghoon steals a glance at you, and he thinks you look absolutely adorable as you pout at the image of multiple people seeing you with him; given how you always seemed to have complaints about his overly flirty nature and playboy ways.
But Sunghoon hasn’t fooled around since you transferred into Decelis two months ago, a personal record for him. At first all you were was a form of entertainment, someone who had cute reactions to his smooth pick up lines.
Then it all came crashing down, when he started to feel the need to bicker with you everyday and mess up your hair every time he sees you in the hallways. And somewhere in between the blurred lines, he fell in love.
“Here to celebrate my girl’s birthday,” he cocks his head towards you, who’s palms now cover your face in sheer embarrassment. God, now it’s going to spread like wildfire. His girl?
Yunjin’s eyes widen and jaw drops, “really? You guys are together? But I thought you were with Choi Soobin.” She asks, nudging you.
Sunghoon frowns at her words. Choi Soobin? Since when? Sunghoon literally follows you around school whenever he sees you, and he’s never seen you ever talk to that boy.
“Soobin and I are just friends,” you clarify, “also we are not a couple,” your finger gesturing to you and Sunghoon as you answer the girl.
“Tomorrow we’ll be a couple,” Sunghoon cuts back into the conversation, voice loud, and he catches your surprised expression as he smirks slyly.
Though he continues the conversation without a single stutter or break, Sunghoon’s feeling utterly disgusted. Is that the kind of boy you like? Nerdy losers who can’t do anything for the life of themselves? He doesn’t really like the thought of turning into those types of boys, but whatever you want, he thinks — he’s already practised abstinence for you, he might as well go all the way.
At the same time Sunghoon wonders if you’re really that oblivious to his obvious advancements towards you. He’s made it crystal clear: dumped his girlfriend, follows you around, talks about you literally all the time, and yet you’re still clueless.
And he whisks you away before you find the chance to clarify his words again. He’s determined this time round, to make it extremely straightforward for you.
“Hoon why in the world would you say stuff like that,” you groan, hands slapping his chest. And he grins like an idiot at your touch, if this was what it took for you to initiate skinship with him, he’d be more than willing to proclaim himself as your boyfriend any day.
He places a hand on the place you’d just hit, “it’s painful,” he pouts, and you almost feel a little guilty at your harsh actions, “can you kiss it better?”
Until that. You huff, “i’m leaving,” you announce as you turn away, ready to walk right back into the crowd. Sunghoon quickly clasps his fingers around your wrist, pulling you into his chest.
Your eyes become those of a deer caught in headlights as your body is pressed firmly against his, his arms finding their way to your waist; a gentle but firm hold as he bends down.
“Wasn’t done yet, princess,” he smirks, and you feel some sort of danger looming over because Sunghoon looks like a devil enticing you to commit sin. His black hair styles perfectly like always and his red tie, due to his excessive movements, is now dropping down even more to expose his honey skinned collarbones.
The most you can muster is a mumble, “what,” and your eyes are glassy as you stare up at him, he thinks he might go insane — so close to just moving in to place a kiss on your invitingly soft lips.
“I’d kiss you but your boyfriend’s watching,” and he literally spits the term out, unable to believe he’s labelling someone else other than him ‘your boyfriend’. He knows you guys aren’t together, but just for the comfort of his heart he has to hear it again.
It takes you a while before you process his words. “He’s not my boyfriend, Hoon,” and it’s that short statement coupled with the way you say his name that really breaks it for him.
Sunghoon moves in just as you finish your sentence, and he sinks into your pillowy lips. It’s paradise on earth and he thinks he will never be able to get enough of this feeling.
“Sunghoon,” you mumble when he breaks the kiss, slightly out of breath as you look up with hazy eyes.
He chuckles, “sorry, baby, my bad. I’ll return your kiss back,” and Sunghoon doesn’t hesitate to give you another kiss, fingers caressing your waist as he pulls you closer to him.
This time it’s you who breaks the kiss, way too out of breath to even form full sentences without a few breaks in between. “You just kissed me.”
“Right, I just did that baby,” he smiles, those tiny fangs of his showcased as he gazes adoringly at you. “Actually, I’m looking for a girlfriend.” He pauses, eyeing your flushed cheeks and pink lips, “you looking for a boyfriend by any chance, princess?”
Now that you’re literally glued onto Sunghoon, you take the chance to look at him. Sharp nose, pretty moles that you could probably trace along all day, and his eyes which contrasting to his calm demeanour, held anxiousness as he waited for you to answer.
You’ve thought about dating Sunghoon before. Multiple times. Way more than you should’ve. And you never wanted to ever confess to it, because he was everyone’s crush. And not only that, he was annoying — constantly teasing you and making you flustered by his actions. You’d curse every time your heartbeat started to accelerate at his flirty words. You had thought that there was no way he’d ever like you back.
“I’m looking for a boyfriend,” you admit, letting out a soft giggle at Sunghoon’s overjoyed expression. And you decide that maybe now’s the time to get back at him, tease him a little to get him to stay on his toes, “maybe I should go find Soobin.”
His shoulders drop almost immediately and his arms wrap around your waist securely, chin resting on the top of your head. “No fucking way,” he grumbles, “you’re my girlfriend now. And I’m your boyfriend.”
“Yeah, you are,” you say, voice muffled in the embrace of Sunghoon. And you hear him giggle slightly, the rumble of his chest exposing the boyish feelings your boyfriend was currently going through, “for now.”
Sunghoon lifts his chin from your head, fingers brushing over your cheeks before they land themselves on your jaw. He tilts your chin up, “too bad my intention is forever.” And he places a chaste kiss on your lips again and again.
themes: sfw, cursing, humor, mentions of being catcalled uncomfortably (mentions of your body but not in detail), enha boys constantly calling reader, protective members, sunghoon getting angry, reader is enha's 8th female member, reader wants a boy-less day for herself and suddenly enha's world comes crashing down cuz what do you mean you don't want your precious boys accompanying you on your solo date, the boys can be in any age range you want but just imagine you're around the same age as the jaykehoon trio.
note: not proof read. check out my other works! (masterlist). absolutely NO plagiarizing my work.
you don't even make it far enough for the dorm to feel distant.
the door closing behind you is still fresh in your mind—the soft thud of it, the faint echo down the hallway—when you find yourself already breathing differently, like your lungs have remembered what it's like to exist without constant noise pressing in from all sides. outside, the air feels cooler, calmer. the street stretches ahead of you, lined with trees and quiet shopfronts that haven't fully woken up yet, sunlight spilling through in lazy fragments. your hoodie hangs loose on your shoulders, sleeves pulled over your hands out of habit, and for once, no one is calling after you to hurry up or asking where you're headed.
it feels… nice.
your phone vibrates in your hand before you can fully settle into the feeling and you glance down at it.
it's heeseung.
you stop walking without realizing it, standing there on the edge of the pavement as the phone continues to buzz softly against your palm. for half a second, you consider letting it ring. not because you don't want to talk to him (never that), but because today was supposed to be uncomplicated. no schedules, no checking in, no one keeping track of your movements. just you, moving through the day at your own pace.
still, you swipe to answer.
"hi oppa." you say, keeping your voice light.
there's a brief pause on the other end, the kind that tells you he's already clocked something being different.
"where'd you go?" he asks.
its not sharp or accusing. heeseung never sounds like that. instead, his voice carries quiet confusion, like he's standing in the middle of a familiar room and suddenly realized one piece is missing.
you start walking again, glancing around instinctively even though there's nothing unusual in sight. "i stepped out." you reply. "just wanted to take a walk and spend some time outside today."
another pause follows, longer this time.
"you just left." he says slowly, as if he's replaying the last few minutes in his head. "i went to the kitchen and you weren't there."
the image forms effortlessly in your mind—heeseung standing there with a glass in his hand, scanning the room once, then twice, brows drawing together when he realizes you didn't just duck away for a moment. the thought makes something warm twist in your chest.
"yeah." you say softly. "that was kind of the point."
you hear him exhale through his nose at your confession.
"did something happen?" he then asks you.
the question lands gently, but there's weight behind it. heeseung has always been like this, attentive in a way that feels less like watching and more like listening. he doesn't ask unless he's already noticed something.
"no no." you answer quicklyto reassure the eldest. "nothing bad."
"you sure?"
you hum, letting the sound linger as your gaze drifts across the street ahead of you. people pass by without a second glance, wrapped in their own lives. "i promise."
silence stretches once more, not uncomfortable, but thoughtful. you know he's deciding whether to push further or trust your words.
"you don't usually leave without saying anything." he says eventually, quiet but honest.
you slow your steps. "i know."
"so… why today?"
you take a breath, shrugging your shoulders slightly. "i just wanted a day to myself."
when heeseung speaks, there's faint disbelief in his voice, softened by something fond. "by yourself?"
"mhmm."
he lets out a small laugh, under his breath. "since when do you get days like that?"
you smile. "exactly."
another pause, and then his tone shifts, growing more careful. "is it because of us?"
"no." you say quickly, meaning it. "not in a bad way. i love you guys. you know that."
"i know. " he answers without hesitation.
"but it's always loud." you continue, explaining yourself in gentle honesty albeit shyly. "someone's yelling, someone's messing around, someone's bumping into me or stealing my stuff. and i love that most days. i just... wanted one day where no boys are screaming or roughhousing around me. something like a solo date."
you hear heeseung chuckle softly, warmth threading through the sound. "okay, yeah. that's fair."
"despite how much i love you all," you add with a small smile. "i just need a chill day."
he goes quiet again, and you can almost picture him nodding to himself.
"you could've told me." he says at last.
"i know. but if i did, someone would've insisted on coming with me."
"i would've." he says plainly.
you laugh, the sound slipping out before you can stop it. "i figured."
"i can still come." heeseung offers. "we don't have to talk. i'll just walk with you."
the thought lingers for a moment—him beside you, presence steady and familiar, knowing when to fill the silence and when to let it breathe. it's tempting.
but you shake your head slightly, even though he can't see it. "i really appreciate it oppa. but today, i think i just need… me."
the pause this time feels heavier, but not unpleasant. when he speaks again, his voice is calm, accepting.
"okay." he says. "i get it."
relief eases through you.
"just—be careful." he adds immediately. "watch your surroundings. don't block out everything with music. text me when you stop somewhere."
you roll your eyes, smiling. "you sound like a dad."
"someone has to." he replies, amusement clear in his tone. "can't let jay be the only one can i?"
you laugh again. "fair."
"if anything happens." he continues, voice firm now, "you call me. even if you think it's nothing."
"i will."
"and if you get tired—"
"i'll take a taxi."
"or if someone bothers you—"
"i'll leave."
"or if you change your mind—"
you soften. "i'll let you know."
heeseung exhales quietly, like he's finally letting go of a thread he's been holding too tightly. "okay."
for a moment, neither of you moves to hang up. your footsteps and the faint sounds of the dorm fill the line, grounding in their own ways.
"have a good day." he says gently. "you deserve it." the words settle into you, warm and steady.
"thanks." your smile widens. "don't let them destroy the place."
he laughs softly. "no promises."
you end the call and slip your phone into your pocket, the weight of it reassuring instead of intrusive. as you start walking again, the world feels open in a way it hadn't just moments ago—not because you're alone, but because you're understood. cared for enough to be worried about, and trusted enough to be given space.
you put your headphones on, press play, and finally let the day carry you forward.
an hour passes more easily than you expected. by the time you push open the door of the café, the world already feels gentler, like it's agreed to meet you halfway. a small bell chimes overhead, light and welcoming, and warmth wraps around you immediately—the scent of coffee and sugar, soft music playing low enough that it feels like a secret rather than a performance. the place is tucked away from the main road, narrow and cozy, with wooden tables and mismatched chairs, sunlight pooling near the windows like it's been invited to stay awhile.
you choose a corner seat, one with a view of the street outside, and shrug off your purse. your drink arrives soon after, steam curling lazily upwards as feel yourself fully settle. shoulders relaxing, thoughts slowing. this... this is what you needed.
your phone vibrates against the table just as you wrap your hands around the warm cup.
you glance down.
it's a call from sunoo this time.
you smile before you even answer.
"hi." you say softly, lowering your voice instinctively, like you're letting him into the café with you.
"hmm~ where'd our missing member go?" he asks, tone curious but gentle. there's no edge to it, no panic, just that familiar sunoo brightness threaded with concern. "you weren't in your room noona."
you glance around the café again, as if taking mental snapshots. "i'm out." you reply. "found a café."
"a café?" sunoo repeats, interest sparking immediately. "wait, like—cute café or sad beige café?"
you laugh under your breath. "definitely cute."
"okay, rude." he says, half teasing, half mock-offended. "without me?"
you shift in your chair, smiling. "i needed a little alone time."
there's a pause, but instead of the weight you felt earlier, this one feels… understanding.
"honestly," sunoo says, voice softening, "i get that."
you blink, surprised.
"sometimes i love everyone so much it makes my head hurt." he continues lightly as he left out a little groan. "and then i want to escape before i start snapping at people for breathing too loudly."
you laugh genuinly. "exactly."
"i could really use a day like that too." he admits. "just sitting somewhere pretty, pretending i'm mysterious."
you glance out the window with a cheeky smile, watching people pass by. "you'd last fifteen minutes."
"that's generous." he replies cheerfully. "ten, max."
you giggle into your drink, feeling warmth bloom somewhere deeper than the coffee. "... i felt a little bad leaving."
"don't." he says immediately. "seriously. you deserve it. we're… a lot."
"you said it, not me."
he laughs softly. "where is it?"
you look around again, taking it all in so you can describe it properly. "not that far from our dorm actually. it's small. wooden tables, plants everywhere. they have little handwritten signs on the counter. and the music's really quiet—like it doesn't want to interrupt your thoughts."
sunoo hums appreciatively. "sounds nice."
you look around the café, seeing a group of friends sitting together in another corner laughing and giggling together, and suddenly your missing your boys a little. "next time, i'll bring you."
"promise?" he asks, teasing but hopeful.
"promise."
he sounds pleased. "what are you drinking noona?"
"i got their hot chocolate." you answer. "it tastes like heaven and comfort."
"of course it does." he says. "that's your whole brand."
you laugh again, leaning back in your chair. "heeseung oppa already gave me the safety lecture, by the way."
"good." sunoo says without missing a beat. "but i'm still going to ask—you okay? is anyone bothering you?"
"no." you reassure him. "everyone's been nice."
"good." he replies. "but if someone does try something, remember what i taught you."
you grin. "from your sassing lessons?"
"exactly." he says proudly. "maintain eye contact. deliver one devastating comment. leave."
"what if i panic?"
"then just think of me judging them silently." he says. "that should give you strength."
you shake your head, smiling. "i don’t know how you’re like this."
"it's a gift." he replies easily. "text me a picture of the café later, okay?"
"i will."
"and don't rush." sunoo adds gently. "stay out as long as you want."
the words settle softly over you, like a blanket.
"thanks, sunoo." you say. "really."
"anytime." he replies. "enjoy your escape. we’ll still be loud when you come back."
you end the call with a small smile lingering on your lips. the café feels warmer somehow, the space a little more filled—not crowded, just… shared, in a quiet way.
you lift your cup again, watching the steam from your hot chocolate curl upward, and let yourself stay.
you end the call with a small smile still lingering on your lips, the warmth of it staying even after the screen goes dark. the café feels a little fuller somehow—not louder, not crowded, just gently occupied by the thought of home settling in your chest.
your muffin sits untouched beside your cup, so you finally reach for it, breaking off a piece and letting yourself eat slowly. crumbs dust your fingertips as you sip your drink between bites, the warmth of it spreading through you in a way that feels deeper than physical. outside the window, the street continues on at its unbothered pace, people passing by unaware of the quiet moment you’re having with yourself.
your thoughts drift back to the dorm without you meaning them to.
you picture the members scattered through the space you just left—someone sprawled across the couch, someone else pacing with headphones on, voices overlapping, laughter echoing down the hallway. being the only girl among them has always meant never really being left alone. not if they could help it. concern comes easily to them, protection even more so, woven into everything from casual check-ins to the way they instinctively notice when you’re missing.
from the eldest down to the youngest, it doesn't matter who it is—each of them carries that same quiet sense of responsibility toward you, expressed in their own ways. sometimes it's suffocating, sometimes it's overwhelming, but more often than not, it feels like something rare and precious.
you take another sip, smiling faintly to yourself. you're not trapped, you're not smothered.
you're cared for.
and as much as you need days like this—days of silence, warmth, and space—you're honored, truly, to be someone they look out for so fiercely.
you finish your muffin slowly, letting the moment stretch, knowing that when you return, the noise will be waiting.
and so will they.
you leave the café feeling lighter than when you arrived.
the warmth from the drink still lingers in your chest as you step back outside, the bell chiming softly behind you as the door closes. the air feels different now, brighter, or maybe it's just you. your hands are warm, your thoughts a little slower, your steps unhurried as you walk with no real destination in mind. the day is still yours, wide open, and you intend to keep it that way.
that's when you see them.
the park sits just a short walk away, tucked behind a row of trees, and from the edge of the path you catch sight of a small pond glinting under the sunlight. movement draws your attention. soft ripples, flashes of white and brown, and then you smile.
ducks.
they paddle lazily across the water, some clustered together, others drifting on their own, entirely unbothered by the world beyond the pond. something in your chest lifts at the sight of them, simple and unexpected, and the excitement bubbles up before you can stop it.
you detour immediately, ducking into a nearby convenience store and grabbing a small bag of bread, fingers already itching with anticipation. by the time you head back toward the park, you're smiling to yourself, clutching the bag like a small treasure.
you don't notice the voices at first.
they drift in from behind you, too loud and unfamiliar, cutting into the quiet you'd been holding onto your morning so far. it sounded like a group of university boys.
"hey pretty."
your steps falter.
another voice follows, laughter thick and unpleasant. "don't walk so fast. we're talking to you."
your shoulders tense as your body reacts before your mind fully does. you keep walking, eyes fixed ahead, pretending not to hear them even as your chest tightens.
"why you ignoring us?" one of them calls. "too good to answer?"
you swallow, grip tightening around the bag of bread. "no." you say, firm but quiet, not turning around. "leave me alone."
they don't.
their words keep coming, layered and relentless. comments about your looks, your body, the way you walk. mocking when you don't respond. laughing when you clearly want them to stop. nothing you can point to and say this is illegal, nothing dramatic enough to scream about, but enough to make your skin crawl, enough to make your pulse spike and your joy drain away piece by piece.
it feels invasive in a way that sinks deep, like they've reached into your day and smeared their fingerprints all over it.
you walk faster, heart pounding, every step heavier than the last. even when their voices finally fade, swallowed by distance, the tension doesn't leave you right away. it clings. it lingers in your shoulders, your stomach, your thoughts.
by the time you reach the pond, the excitement you felt earlier has dimmed noticeably.
you sit on a bench near the water, tearing the bread into small pieces with deliberate care, focusing too hard on the motion. the ducks waddle closer almost immediately, quacking softly, their presence uncomplicated and earnest. you toss a few pieces into the water, watching them scatter, and try to breathe normally again.
this is your day. you remind yourself. don't let this ruin it.
but the reminder feels thinner than it should.
you smile at the ducks anyway, even though it doesn't fully reach your eyes. you tell yourself you're okay. that nothing really happened. that you handled it. still, a dull ache sits in your chest, the aftertaste of something sour that won't quite go away.
your phone rings just then and you glance down.
jake's contact fills your screen, the picture of him smiling with his teeth staring back at you.
your chest tightens unexpectedly.
you answer before you can overthink it. "hey..."
"hey y/n." he says easily. "heeseung hyung mentioned you went out on a solo date today and i just wanted to check in. how's it going?"
you stare out at the pond, watching a duck shake water from its feathers. "it's good." you say, trying to sound casual. "really nice, actually."
you heard him hum on his end. "having fun?"
you nod to yourself even though he can't see it. "...yeah."
your voice dips at the end despite your effort. thinner, more tired than you intended.
"…you sound kind of off." he says.
you tear another piece of bread, smaller than the last. "just walked a lot."
"mm." he sounds unconvinced. "where are you right now?"
"at a park." you reply. "feeding ducks."
his tone brightens instinctively. "ducks? sounds fun."
you smile faintly. "it is. mostly..."
a pause settles between you.
"hey." jake says quietly. "did something happen?"
you hesitate, eyes fixed on the ripples in the water. the ducks quack again, almost impatient and nudging closer. you toss them more bread, watching the ripples distort their reflections.
"... just some guys earlier." you admit finally, but the words feel thin. you sigh before you can stop yourself, the sound slipping out of you. "...wouldn't leave me alone..."
the silence that follows is immediate.
"what?" jake says, voice dropping in a question as if he wasn't sure he heard you correctly.
"it was just verbal!" you rush to clarify. "nothing physical. i said no and walked away. i'm okay."
"where are you?" he asks sounding tense.
"jake—"
"i'm coming. send me your location."
your heart stutters. "what? no—jake, don't."
there's an edge to his voice now. "why not?"
"because i don't want this to turn into something bigger." you say quickly. "i handled it. i'm not going to let what happened ruin today for me."
jake's breath comes out tight. "you shouldn't have had to handle it at all."
another beat. you can practically hear him weighing his options, concern wrestling with trust.
"i don't like this." he mutters.
you soften your voice. "i know. but i'm okay. really."
to distract him—and maybe yourself—you glance at the ducks again. one waddles closer than the others, head cocked, eyes bright.
"there's one duck here that's kinda like you." you add suddenly.
"…what?"
you huff a weak laugh. "same energy. keeps bumping into the others and acting like it didn't."
he lets out a short, disbelieving laugh despite himself. "that's soo rude."
"he's even got the same confused and bright look." you continue. "like he's just happy to be here."
you hear his breathing ease slightly on the other end.
"…okay." he concedes. "that does sound like me."
"see?" you murmur. "i'm fine. just feeding ducks."
another pause.
"okay." jake says at last. "i won't come. but listen to me."
you straighten unconsciously. "yes?"
"if anyone bothers you again, you call me." he says firmly. "immediately. i don't care about what i'll be doing in the moment."
"i will."
"i mean it." he adds seriously. "don't downplay anything."
your throat tightens. "i promise."
"stay around people." he continues. "don't walk anywhere isolated."
"i won't."
his tone softens just a little. "i'm proud of you for speaking and sticking up for yourself. don't let idiots think they can mess with you."
something warm presses behind your eyes as your grip on the phone tightens. "thanks."
"send me a picture of the ducks." he adds. "especially the one that's apparently me."
you smile, real this time. "i will."
you hang up, pocketing your phone and turning your attention back to the pond. the ducks crowd closer, greedy and unbothered, and you laugh quietly, tossing the last of the bread into the water.
the weight from earlier hasn't disappeared, but it doesn't own you either. you sit there a while longer, watching the ripples spread and fade, letting the steady presence of life around you pull you back into the moment.
by the time the ducks have had their fill, the bag of bread empty and your fingers dusted with crumbs, you feel a little steadier than you did before. the water ripples lazily, feathers settling, the world easing back into its rhythm. you stand from the bench and stretch, brushing your hands together as you glance around the park one last time before moving on.
your stomach reminds you that ice cream exists.
the stand is just a short walk away, a small, cheerful thing with a faded menu board and a line of people clustered near the cart. you join them easily, ordering your favorite without hesitation. when the man finally hands you a cone off your choice and you smile to yourself, feeling like the day is slowly stitching itself back together.
your phone rings for the forth time and you let out a soft, almost fond sigh this time as you glance down.
sunghoon.
you barely have time to lift the phone to your ear before his voice cuts in, sharp and unyielding.
"come home. now."
you freeze mid-step, nearly stumbling as your body reacts before your brain does. "what—?"
"i'm not joking." he continues, voice firm and barely restrained. "get your ass back to the dorm right now."
you stare at the pavement, ice cream melting slowly down the cone. "sunghoon, what are you talking about?"
"don't." he snaps. "don't play dumb y/n."
"hey—" you try to interrupt, but he barrels right over you.
"i don't want to hear it. just tell me where you are and come home."
your confusion turns into a groan of realization. "oh my god." you mutter. "jake told you, didn't he?"
he doesn't deny it. "you think i'm just gonna sit here knowing some guys were running their mouths at you and do nothing?"
you let out a groan. "sunghoon, i'm fine! i handled it. they were just being assholes. nothing happened!"
"what did they say."
the way he cuts in makes you stop walking again. "…what?"
"tell me exactly what they said to you."
your face twists uncomfortably. "sunghoon, it's not—"
"i'm not playing y/n." his voice drops a few decimals. "tell me. word for word."
you hesitate, heart sinking. you hadn't planned on reliving it. hadn't wanted to give it more weight than it already took from you. but his silence on the other end is expectant, coiled.
"…asked why i was alone." you admit finally, quieter now. "wouldn't stop talking..."
the line goes very still.
"…anything else." he asks, dangerously calm.
you swallow. "…they commented on my body. said stuff when i didn't answer. laughed when i told them no..."
there's a sharp breath through his teeth. "i swear to god,” sunghoon mutters, more to himself than you. "if i ever see those guys—"
"sunghoon."
"i'm gonnapunch the living shit out of them." he snaps, anger flaring fully now. "who the FUCK do they think they are? don't those small dicked idiots have mothers or sisters?? they don't get to make you uncomfortable and walk away like it's nothing."
"sunghoon, please calm down."
his breathing is audible now, uneven, furious. "this is exactly why i want you home. because i'm not gonna sit here knowing that happened and do nothing about it."
"i'm not a child." you argue, walking again, careful not to drop your ice cream. "i said no. i left. i'm safe."
"that doesn't make it okay." he fires back. "i don't care how tough you are, i'm not gonna risk it happening again."
"but they might not even show up again! and this happened like at least an hour ago!"
"no." he says flatly. "either you come home, or i'm coming to you. tell me where you are."
you stop dead. "you're being dramatic."
"i don't want to hear it." sunghoon's voice rises just a touch. "i'm not letting this go. not when someone tried to mess with you."
the intensity of it hits you then—not control, not anger aimed at you, but something raw and fiercely protective. it takes you off guard enough that a soft, incredulous laugh slips out.
"why are you laughing?" he demands.
"because." you say gently, "my ice cream is literally melting, and you're threatening bodily harm over the phone."
"i'm serious y/n. come home."
"no." you say again, calmer this time. "i'm not coming back yet."
silence crackles between you.
you soften. "you're really upset about this, huh?"
"obviously i'm upset." he snaps. "no one messes with our girl like that."
the words hit harder than anything else he's said.
our girl.
your chest warms, something tender blooming where the earlier tension sat. you open your mouth to respond when suddenly—voices. overlapping and familiar.
"sunghoon—"
"give it here—"
"hyung you're going a bit overboard—"
a few sounds of protest, and then the line goes dead.
you lower the phone slowly, staring at the dark screen in confusion before snorting softly to yourself. shaking your head, you shrug and continue walking, licking your ice cream as it drips down your fingers.
ten minutes pass and your phone rings again.
you answer, already smiling. "yes?"
"don't say anything." sunghoon mutters immediately.
you bite back a laugh.
"jake and sunoo talked to me." he continues, begrudging and stiff. "apparently i'm being… too intense."
"maybe just a tad bit." you tease.
he sighs, long and resigned. "they said to let you have your day. since that's what you wanted."
you giggle softly. "thank you."
"but i still don't like it." he grumbles.
"i know." you say kindly. "but it means a lot to me. really."
there's a pause, then his voice firms just a teeny bit again. "be home by eight."
"eight??? sunghoon—"
"no ifs or—"
"ten." another voice cuts in faintly from his end.
heeseung.
sunghoon scoffs. "fine. ten. but that's final."
you sigh dramatically, smiling despite yourself. "fineee. pinky promise i'll be back by ten."
he hums, begrudgingly but somehwat satisfied. "good."
"and… thank you." you add quietly. "for worrying."
"don't make it weird." he mutters, but the edge is gone now. "just… don't give us reasons to panic."
you smile. "i'll try."
the call ends, and you tuck your phone away, finishing the last of your ice cream as you walk. the day stretches ahead of you. still yours and still intact, gently guarded by voices waiting at home.
and you don't mind that at all.
the store smells faintly like fabric softener and something sweet you can't quite place.
it’s small, tucked between a bookstore and a florist, with warm lighting and wooden racks that soften everything they touch. knitted sweaters hang neatly along the walls, textures inviting, colors gentle. you trail your fingers over sleeves as you walk, letting your pace slow again after the intensity of the last call.
you stop in front of two sweaters. one is cream-colored with small embroidered strawberries scattered across the front, bright and playful. the other is a soft pastel blue, dotted with white daisies that feel calm and familiar, like something you'd wear on a quiet afternoon with nowhere to be.
you lift one, then the other, holding them up to the mirror, tilting your head back and forth.
this is harder than it should be, you think to yourself, just as the familiar tune of your ringtone plays out again.
you don't even look at the screen—you already know. you huff as a grin curves onto your lips as you answer. "you know," you say lightly, "this is not what people mean when they say a relaxing day."
a low chuckle comes through the line. "then you should probably brace yourself," jay replies. "because there are definitely more calls coming."
you laugh softly, leaning your shoulder against the rack. "i figured."
for a moment, neither of you rushes to speak. there's a comfortable quiet instead, filled with faint sounds from his end—movement, maybe the clink of something being set down. it feels easy. steady.
eventually, you flip the script. "so," you say, adjusting the sweaters on your arm. "what are you up to?"
"me?" jay hums. "cleaning up the kitchen."
that alone makes you chuckle. "of course you are."
"someone has to." he replies with a groan. "the others are… being themselves." you can hear the care tucked beneath his words.
"you should've seen the commotion earlier." he adds. "sunghoon was pacing like a caged tiger."
you sigh quietly. "yeah… i can imagine."
there's a small pause, then jay's voice lowers, careful and measured. "hey. don't be too upset about how he reacted earlier, ok?"
you blink, fingers stilling on the knit fabric.
"i know he was intense." jay continues gently. "and dramatic... and a little over the top demanding you to come home." a small smile tugs at your lips despite yourself.
"but honestly?" he goes on. "we all reacted the same way when we heard. sunghoon was just… more loud and vocal about it."
you listen, letting his words settle. "try to see it from our side." he says softly, like he doesn't want you to be upset at them. "hearing that some people talk to you like that, treat you in a way none of us ever would? it messes with us. bad." your heart beats a little faster at that.
"it's not about thinking you can't handle yourself," jay continues. "we know you can. it's just… the idea that anyone would make you uncomfortable like that... that's what got to us."
you exhale slowly, the tension you hadn't realized you were holding easing out of your shoulders. "yeah." you say quietly. "i understand."
"sunghoon just doesn't know how to sit with that kind of anger, he goes straight into protect mode. he cares."
you nod, even though he can't see it. "i know. i wasn't really mad. just… surprised at that moment. i knew he meant well."
"that's fair."
there's another pause—lighter this time.
"for what it's worth," jay speaks up, "i was kind of on his side at first. i would've preferred if you came home."
you glance down at the sweaters in your hands, listening.
"but," he adds, "i also know you're not fragile. you're tough. you stand your ground. and you've never hesitated to call any of us when it actually matters."
your grip tightens slightly around the knit fabric.
"we've all been working hard for this comeback," jay says, voice steady. "you included. so yeah… you deserve time to breathe without us hovering over you like you're going to disappear."
a warm smile spreads across your face. "thank you."
"don't get used to it. we still hover." that makes you laugh.
"speaking of," he hums, "our brave girl deserves her favorite dinner tonight. tell me what you want."
you blink, caught off guard. "you don't have to—"
"i want to." he cuts in easily. "so?"
you hesitate, suddenly shy. "…your curry."
his voice is warm when he replies. "good choice... what are you doing right now?" he asks.
you lift both sweaters again, glancing at your reflection. "i'm at a clothing store. i found two cute knitted sweaters and i can't decide."
"send me a picture." jay says immediately.
you do, snapping a quick photo and sending it over and a few seconds pass. "the daisy one."
you tilt your head, looking down at the sweater he chose. "yeah?"
"mmm. looks simple and soft, and i bet it'll be really pretty on you."
you look at it again, seeing it differently now. after a moment, you smile. "okay. i'll get that one." you head to the counter, sweater folded neatly over your arm. "thanks for helping me decide."
"anytime." jay replies. "go enjoy the rest of your day."
"i will." you promise.
the call ends, and as you step back outside, shopping bag swinging lightly at your side, you feel it again—that quiet reassurance in the air that makes the space around you feel safe.
the sun is already dipping low by the time you find yourself wandering again, the sky painted in soft gradients of pink and gold. the air has changed—cooler now, brushing gently against your skin, slipping through the sleeves of your jacket until you instinctively wrap it tighter around yourself. it feels like evening in the way that makes everything quieter, slower, more reflective.
you stop beneath a row of cherry blossom trees, their branches heavy with blooms, petals catching the light as they sway. a few drift down lazily, brushing past your shoulders, settling briefly in your hair before falling to the pavement. you stand there longer than you mean to, just breathing it in.
it's been a good day. a really good one (if you ignore the small bad parts).
you think about the café, the ducks, the sweater folded neatly in your bag. about laughter breaking through moments of tension, about voices on the other end of your phone that never quite let you feel alone even when you chose to be. as you start walking again, you decide you'll stop by the convenience store before heading home. snacks would be a nice surprise. something sweet, something salty. something for everyone.
your phone vibrates a few times in your pocket. you pull it out, already smiling when you see the name.
nikimeowra ৎ୭
noona
i learned a new wwe move and im gonna try it on you as soon as u come back home
you stare at it for a second, pinching the bridge of your nose. "of course you did." you murmur, locking your phone and slipping it back into your pocket without replying.
it vibrates again.
and again.
and again.
with a groan, you fish it back out.
nikimeowra ৎ୭
i know u can see my messages
what's taking you so long to come back
reply coward
you snort, shaking your head. you're about to lock the screen again when your phone starts ringing.
you answer without hesitation. "no."
and then you hang up.
the laugh bursts out of you before you can stop it, loud and utterly unrestrained. you're still giggling when your phone rings again.
this time, you answer, laughter still spilling over. "yes~?"
"WOW." niki's voice booms through the speaker. "okay noona. okay. now you're getting double slammed boxing style for real for real when i see you take one step into the dorm."
you wipe at your eyes, still laughing. "fine, then i just won't come home."
there's a beat of silence.
"…please don't." he says quickly. "i saw how sunghoon was earlier. he'll actually kill me."
you roll your eyes, affection curling warmly in your chest. "what do you want, riki."
you hear a dull thud on the other end. then another. rhythmic and heavy.
"i'm bored." he admits, punching the boxing bean bag you have at home. "you aren't here for me to bother."
"oh, poor you." you tease, turning toward the convenience store. "utterly tragic."
"you're fun to mess with." he continues, unfazed. "you just let me. the hyungs yell."
you scoff. "i yell at you to stop."
"yeah," he replies easily. "but you never mean it."
you laugh softly. "aww. you miss me that bad?"
"what? no." he denies immediately. "it's not like that."
you grin. "mhmm. sureee."
there's a brief huff on the other end. you know that sound. you know him too well.
"i miss you too." you say with a grin. "my adorablest maknae in the whole wide world~"
"i'm a grown man." niki protests.
"nahhh. you're my baby foreverrr."
"ugh." he mutters, clearly pretending to hate it. but he doesn't argue again.
you push open the door to the convenience store, the familiar chime greeting you as cool air washes over your face. "i'm buying snacks for everyone." you tell him. "want anything specific?"
he's quick to answer what he wants.
"okie." you move down the aisles, picking up snacks you recognize easily, favorites you've memorized over time without even trying.
another loud punch echoes through the phone.
"wow, you're really going at that thing huh?"
"yeah." niki replies casually. "i'm picturing the asses who bothered you."
you choke, caught off guard at admittance almost drop the bag of chips you plucked off of the shelf in front of you. "what?"
there's a click of his tongue. "tch. yeah... not gonna lie, i was pissed too. it's literally my job to bother you. anyone else trying that can go fuck off."
you stand there for a moment, phone pressed to your ear, surrounded by shelves of snacks and humming refrigerators, heart suddenly too full.
"niki..." you say softly.
he yawns loudly, interrupting you. "be home soon."
and then the line goes dead.
you lower your phone slowly, staring at the screen in stunned silence before bursting into giggles, shoulders shaking. "that's so him."
you finish gathering the snacks, a lightness in your step when you head for the counter. outside, the sky has darkened just a little more, lights flickering on one by one.
you step back onto the street, bag rustling softly in your hand.
you really are loved by your boys. and tonight, you'll bring that love home with you.
by the time your phone reads 9:52 pm, the sky has fully settled into night.
streetlights glow softly, casting long shadows across the pavement as you slow your steps just enough to check your messages. right on cue—almost comically so—there's one from sunghoon.
hoonie ❄︎
10pm
you huff out a quiet laugh mixed with a scoff, thumbs hovering over the screen before as if summoned by contrast, another notification slides in seconds later.
bambhee oppa ❀
ignore him. take your time.
you smile to yourself, warmth blooming easily in your chest as you slip your phone back into your pocket. you're already heading home anyway, turning onto streets that feel familiar in a way that goes beyond routine. there's a lightness in your step now—almost a skip—surprising you with how much you're looking forward to walking through the dorm doors again.
you needed today. desperately. but you missed your boys too.
your phone rings, and something in you already knows. you pull it out, grin widening when you see the name. "leaderrrrr." you sing softly as you answer.
jungwon laughs, the sound bright and fond. "are you on your way back anytime soon noona?"
"yeah, i'm like five minutes away. walking as we speak."
"good." he says, relief slipping into his tone before he clears his throat. "also, sorry about the others. i know that's probably not ideal for someone wanting a day to themselves."
you shake your head gently as you walk. "it's okay. honestly, i'd probably be the same if i were in your shoes and there were people bothering any of you."
he hums, thoughtful. there's a brief pause, then— "do you mind if i stay on the phone with you until you get here?"
"sure. everything ok?"
"the street near the dorms been weird lately." he says carefully. "just reports of a few trouble makers. i'll come down and wait outside for you just in case."
your heart softens instantly. "you don't have to—" you start.
"not up for debate." he says gently, firmly in that quiet leader way of his.
you smile, hurrying your steps a little. "okay... thank you."
as you walk, he fills the space easily. "so," he says and you can hear him shuffling on his end. "how did today feel?"
you think about it for a moment, the question settling. "it felt really good." you admit. "a lot of the places i went were new. but… every location kind of reminded me of you guys."
"yeah?"
"yeah... and sometimes i'd catch myself wishing i had you all with me. even though today was just for me."
jungwon laughs quietly. "see? enhypen's connected in spirit. even when we're not together." you smile at that. then his voice shifts as it steadies. "i'm sorry a part of your day wasn't ideal. i wish your future solo dates will be kinder to you." a pause. "but i'm really glad you still had a nice day."
"me too." you hum.
the dorm building begins to come into view. and just as he promised, there he was, standing near the entrance with his jacket zipped up and phone to his ear.
jungwon spots you at the same time you spot him, both of you breaking into wide smiles.
you hang up as you jog the last few steps toward him, bumping your head lightly against his shoulder the moment you reach him. "hi~"
"welcome back." he says just as happily, taking the plastic bag from your hand with ease and ruffling your hair affectionately. "goofy. let's get you upstairs."
you laugh, nudging him as you head inside together, the door closing behind you on a day that was yours and the home that's always waiting.
jungwon steps inside after you, slipping out of his shoes and the dorm greets you the way it always does, warm and loud in a comfortable way, alive with voices overlapping and movement everywhere. everyone's together, scattered between the living room and kitchen like they gravitated there without even thinking about it.
the first thing that hits you is the smell. you make a beeline for the kitchen, following it instinctively, and there's jay at the stove, sleeves rolled up, focused as he gives the curry one last stir.
you walk up behind him and tug lightly at the hem of his shirt, peeking around his side. "it smells really good." you say.
jay glances down at you, just as happy to see you. "welcome home." he replies, pulling you into a quick side hug. "dinner's done."
you lingered next to him a bit longer before padding towards the living room. jungwon is already there, passing the plastic bag of snacks around as the others crowd closer. "those are for after dinner guys."
groans erupt immediately.
"so cruel!" jake cries.
"welcome back." sunoo says brightly, patting the space beside him.
"we survived without you." heeseung adds dryly, earning himself a chorus of protests.
you grin at all of them. "barely, i'm sure."
as you start telling them about your day—about the café, the ducks, the sweater—you don't even notice sunghoon leaning closer until he reaches out and pinches your nose gently.
"from now on." he says, half joking, half dead serious, "i'm chaining you to the dorm and putting a tracking device on your phone."
you groan loudly but laugh. "please don't."
from across the room, you feel it before you see it.
niki's watching you with that look, the one that always means trouble.
"don't!" you start immediately, protests spilling out before he even moves.
too late. he's on his feet in seconds, darting forward and scooping you up effortlessly. "you had this coming!"
"NIKI—"
he slams you gently but dramatically onto the sofa, the impact knocking an oof out of you as you land sprawled across sunoo's lap who laughs, immediately carding his fingers through your hair like this is exactly where you belong.
"comfortable?" sunoo snorts.
"i'm never coming back next time." you groan, face pressed into a cushion.
sunghoon pinches your hip gently. "oi."
laughter erupts around you.
"she missed us." jake says smugly.
"who wouldn't." heeseung beams as he pats the back of your head as you sigh.
jay calls from the kitchen that dinner's getting cold, which finally gets you all moving. you sit up, fixing your hair, surrounded by hands tugging you back down and nudging you forward at the same time.
you enjoyed your day out alone, but nothing really beats being together and surrounded by your boys. even if they do always demand your attention and presence. it was their intentions that mattered, and enhypen definately had the best and rightest ones when it came to you.
author's note: hope you all liked it!! was really looking forward to releasing this one :3
pairing : park sunghoon x f!reader
synopsis: you thought you had memorised every mole on sunghoon's skin, until you start finding new ones and he's acting a little too innocent about it.
warnings/tags: fluff, physical touch, kisses, suggestive if you squint with a magnifying glass. english is not my first language!!
w/c: 1.5k
a/n: gulp... as a full time fanfic reader I decided to pull my big boy pants up and write something and post it because this lowkey has been stuck in my head for years. and I also wanna say thank you to all the writers in enhablr because you guys inspired me and i fw u guys fr fr.. also this is lowkey ass cheeks but I hope you guys enjoy it anyway. yoloo
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Park Sunghoon likes to think of himself as a man of restraint.
Composed. Collected. And completely unaffected.
Unfortunately, that is all but an act.
Because the moment you lean in just a little, enough for him to feel your lips brushing his skin—his carefully constructed composure crumbles completely as if it had never existed.
It’s humiliating, really.
He doesn’t show it outwardly, of course. To anyone else, he still looks the same—eyes half-lidded, expression calm, like he’s tolerating your antics at best. Internally? The complete opposite.
He’s doomed, he deems.
Because while you go through your everyday life like this, kissing the scattered moles on his face like it’s a force of habit, he can feel himself reeling every time as you manage to find every single mark.
The one on the centre of his cheek,
Two along the bridge of his nose,
And his personal favorite, one he would rather die than admitting, near his lips.
He doesn’t stop you, that would be insane. Instead, he leans in. Subtly, so much so that you don’t notice. Or at least, he hopes you don’t. He’d close his eyes, breathe a little slower, as if to not scare you away.
And then he feels your warmth leaving his skin, and he almost pouts—he wishes to ask you for more, but the words die in his throat.
That's when an idea popped into his head.
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Your bedroom was dimly lit with only your bedside lamps on, the world quiets down as the moon rises.
You lay your head on Sunghoon's chest, scrolling through your phone. Above you, Sunghoon dozes off, chest rising slow and steady with his arm around you, thumb gently rubbing on your back.
Sunghoon has never been happier.
You gaze up and see his eyes closed, breathing gentle. You prop yourself up on your arm and cradle his face with your other hand, lips landing on the moles on his nose bridge, under his eyes, and next to his lips. He hears you let out a small "Oh," and he hums in reply, eyes opening half-liddedly to gaze at you.
"How have I never seen this one before?" Your finger touches the mole on his neck, caressing it softly.
He closes his eyes again and shrugs like it's nothing. "It's been there all my life. I guess you've missed it this whole time," he bites back a smirk.
You narrow his eyes at him, and lean down to kiss it, and he lets out a sigh and pulls you closer, the action prompting you to fall softly onto the bed.
"G'night," he whispers, pressing a small kiss on your forehead, and the two of you drift off into dream land.
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Something is not right, you can feel it in your bones.
First of all, you never miss his moles. You've traced every possible mark on his body, taking note of it and sealing it in your mind.
Yet when you're sprawled on the couch, TV playing your favorite romcom with your head on Sunghoon's lap, you reach for his hand to play with his fingers and lo and behold, a mole on his palm.
That wasn't there before. You swear by it.
You practically have the shape of his arms and hands memorised by the amount of times you shamelessly ogle at it. The lines of his veins, his pretty nail beds. He caught you one time, and his lips lifted into the smuggest smirk you’ve ever seen. He chuckled then, hand wrapping around your waist.
“Stare at them all you want, baby, they’re yours.”
You hit his chest, face hot.
"You have a mole on your hand?" He looks down, stares at the way your hands cradle his, and intertwines it with one of them—his thumb absentmindedly rubs your knuckles. "Yeah baby," his tone playful, “And here I thought you loved me,” he shakes his head.
You frowned, untangling your hands to kiss his palm, before connecting them together once again. You thought nothing too much of it, eyes flickering back towards the TV. Unbeknownst to you, Sunghoon's holding in a giddy smile. He can't believe his plan worked.
He must be a genius, a mastermind!
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The following day, Sunghoon stood beside you, earnestly helping with the dishes. The last clink resounded in the kitchen as the last plate was placed in the drying rack. You bump your hip against his, and his head turns to look at you, eyebrow raising slightly.
You grin, drying your hands with a towel, “I have new facemasks we can try together,” you hand the towel over to him, and he takes it without question.
“Hmm,” he looks up to the cabinet, pretending to ponder as his hands wipe against the towel.
He’d do anything, as long as it’s with you.
The thought lingers in his mind.
“My face does feel dry lately,” He waits for your reply, but all he’s met with is silence. He looks back at you to see your eyes locked on his hand. He follows your line of vision and he freezes.
His hand, smudged with ink that has yet to fade.
"Did a pen explode in your hand or something?" You questioned, curiosity edged in your voice. He gulped. “Uh—yeah. Yeah, it did,” He quickly replied, “I was doing physics problems and the pen bursted, so now my hand's all inked.”
You blink, and then slowly nod.
“Ookay. I'll go get the facemasks,” you turned around to walk over to the fridge. Internally, Sunghoon high-fives himself for coming up with an excuse in seconds. He should start an acting career, he thinks.
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“How suspicious,” you mutter to yourself.
You're standing in front of the door to your shared bedroom, pondering on what you should do next—to barge in, or to peek?
You hear shuffling, and the sound of a cap being pulled off.
You cannot handle it any longer.
The door swung open, a loud bang resounded through the room—and the view you were met with was completely, utterly, atrocious.
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“AHA!”
Sunghoon flinches. His back is facing you, marker on hand, and the other holding his sleeve up.
And on his bicep, a very fake, fresh mole.
"You've been drawing those moles!"
He stood there in silence—mouth slightly gaping in shock. He straightens up and sighed, putting the cap back on the marker. He raises both of his hands up, defeated, “Fine, you got me. Those moles were fake.”
You gasp dramatically, hand coming up to cover your mouth, “You’ve been lying to me. You’re a fraud!” And he sighs, hands dropping, “Alright alright, we get it.”
You grinned, sauntering over to him and wrapped your arms around his waist. His arms immediately mirror your actions, wrapping around your body like it’s second nature. Your chin rests against his chest, and you tilt your head, "What'd you do that for though?" And he stammers a bit (from your adorable face, or from the fact that he needs to explain himself, he’s not too sure).
"I uhm," He swallows, ears getting redder, "I just wanted more kisses from you," He mumbles, voice getting softer and softer with each word.
Your mouth gapes at him, before bursting into giggles at which he can't help but smile.
"You know," you start, "you can always ask for more kisses if you want, I have plenty. I have an abundant supply of it, it’d be a shame if it had such a low demand." He scoffs at that, still grinning. “I can’t do that, it ruins my whole mysterious persona,” he then proceeds to brush his hair back—to express this ‘persona’ of him, you suppose.
You roll your eyes and smile wider, arms unwrapping to hit his chest, but his hand catches yours, pulling it towards his face to press multiple kisses on your fingers. “You’re such a loser,” You mumble, to which he ignores.
You clear your throat in a dramatic manner, “Very well, if you despise my kisses so much, I might have no choice but to close this business of mine,” You move to leave his embrace, but his arms tighten around you, pulling you back.
He leans down, nose brushing against yours in an eskimo kiss. His grin is so wide, but he forces it into a pout. "I sincerely apologise, my lady. Please, do you have some kisses to spare?" You laugh at his words, and your arms move to wrap around his neck. "Mm, I suppose I do," You let out, to which he leans down and captures your lips in a sweet kiss.
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The day is slow, lazy in the way that makes time feel like it’s stretching just for the two of you. You were pressed against him, as usual, lips trailing from mole to mole, as if following a treasure map. He lets out a small grunt when your lips leave his skin, to which you laugh.
“Perhaps I've spoiled you too much.”
Yet you lean down anyway to press a kiss on his neck, right on the sensitive spot that never fails to send shivers down his spine. He holds you closer—like there’s room for space between the two of you. “Mm. that's on you,” He murmurs, completely relaxed, “I’m just too irresistible for you.” You scoff, shaking your head with a laugh, but you don’t retort. Because well,
Sunghoon doesn’t answer, his knuckles turning white as he tightens the grip on his leather reins, ignoring the sharp bite of his mother’s voice that’s currently echoeing through the silence of the private drawing room.
“A commoner,” Queen Chaewon repeats, the word rolling off her tongue like something rotten, a distasteful aftertaste she can’t quite swallow down. She paces the length of the marble floor. “Months, Sunghoon. Months under our very noses. The laundry girl?”
“She isn't just a laundry girl,” Sunghoon says, his voice gravelly. His heart does a pathetic little flip in his chest just thinking of you—the way your fingers always smell of lavender soap, the way you’d steal quiet moments behind the east wing glasshouses just to press your forehead against his collarbone and breathe him in.
“Silence,” King Jaehyun barks from the mahogany desk, his posture rigid, eyes sharp hearing the audacity of his son. “You stand there looking like a disgraced boy when you are meant to inherit a kingdom. You’ve dragged the crown through the mud for a fleeting piece of distraction.”
Sunghoon’s eyes flicker toward the corner of the room where two royal guards stand, their hands resting ominously on the pommels of their swords. He knows how this story goes. He isn't stupid. He’d read the histories, knew the lengths the crown went to preserve its bloodline, yet he’d still allowed himself the foolish luxury of falling.
He had convinced himself they could hide forever. That the dim lantern light in the abandoned armory was enough. That your soft, breathless giggles against his neck were louder than the whispers of the palace court.
God, he was so fucking naive.
“You have two choices, my son,” King Jaehyun says, leaning forward, resting his ring-adorned hands on the wood. The air in the room instantly grows suffocating settling into Sunghoon’s lungs. “And I suggest you think very carefully about the weight of your blood.”
Sunghoon swallows hard, his dry throat burning. “Name them.”
“First,” his father starts, voice completely void of warmth, “you renounce your title. You strip off the crest, step down from the throne, and leave these gates as a nobody. We strip you of everything. And the moment you step outside those gates together, the guards will hunt you both down and cut your throats in the ditch where you belong.”
Sunghoon’s blood turns to absolute ice. His breath hitches, a cold sweat breaking out at the back of his neck. “That’s not a choice.”
“Then listen to the second,” Queen Chaewon steps in, her tone almost sickeningly gentle. “You keep your crown. You take the throne, you marry the Lady of House Kang as arranged, and you fulfill your duty to this kingdom.”
“And her?” Sunghoon asks, his voice cracking, the composure he’d spent twenty years building fracturing into dust. “What happens to her?”
King Jaehyun draws a silver sword from its sheath on the desk. He walks over and places the heavy hilt directly into Sunghoon’s trembling hands.
“You kill her yourself.”
The room goes dead silent.
Sunghoon stares down at the silver blade, his reflection warped in the polished steel. His head spins. Kill you? The girl who used to mend his torn shirts in secret? The girl who had held his face in her small hands just last night, whispering that she didn't care about the consequences, that she only cared about him?
“If you choose the kingdom,” his father presses, step by step closing in, “you prove your loyalty by eliminating the weakness yourself. Right here. In front of us. To ensure no soft heart remains to ruin this dynasty.”
“No,” Sunghoon whispers, shaking his head, a sickening tremor running down his spine. “No, please—just banish her. Send her away, send her to the southern coast, she’ll never come back, I swear it—”
“Choose, Sunghoon,” the King snaps, his patience snapping. “Either the guards drag her in here and end you both, or you take the sword, do what a King must do, and save your own skin.”
Save your own skin.
The realization hits Sunghoon. He thinks of the execution block. He thinks of your frail body being dragged into the dirt, slaughtered like livestock while he dies beside you, leaving nothing behind but an erased legacy and two shallow graves. He thinks of the raw terror in your eyes if he let the guards butcher you both.
He closes his eyes, his breathing coming in shallow gasps.
He is a coward. Deep down, underneath the royal velvet and the sharp jawline, he is a terrifyingly selfish coward. He wants to live. He wants the power. He cannot—will not—die in a muddy ditch for a love that was doomed from the start.
“Bring her in,” Sunghoon chokes out.
The words leave his mouth like poison, burning his throat on the way out. Queen Chaewon offers an approving nod. The heavy oak doors creak open.
When you are shoved into the room by two guard captains, your knees hit the hard stone floor. Your hair is disheveled, your apron torn at the strap, but the second your eyes land on Sunghoon, the panic in your expression melts into heartbreaking relief.
“Sunghoon,” you breathe out, your voice trembling, reaching a hand out toward him. “Sunghoon, what’s happening? They—they grabbed me from the lower quarters—”
Sunghoon can’t look you in the eye. He physically can’t. His stomach churns, bile rising to his throat as he raises the silver sword, the weight of it suddenly feeling too much.
You freeze. Your eyes track the movement of the blade, then move up to his pale face.
“Sunghoon?” you whisper, the realization dawning on you so slowly, so painfully, that it shatters what little is left of his soul. “What are you doing?”
“I’m sorry,” he rasps, his voice barely audible over the roaring in his ears.
“No—no, Sunghoon, look at me,” you sob, scrambling backward on your hands, but the guards step in, roughly grabbing your shoulders and forcing you to your knees, holding you pinned in place. “Sunghoon, please! It’s me! It’s Y/N!”
Tears blur Sunghoon’s vision, but he forces his grip on the hilt to remain steady. His parents stand behind him like silent vipers, watching, testing, measuring his worth by the blood he’s about to spill.
He steps forward. One step. Two.
“I loved you,” he whispers. “I really did.”
“Then don't do this!” you scream, desperate, hot tears streaming down your flushed cheeks, soaking into the collar of your dress. “Please, Sunghoon, don't leave me like this—don't—”
He doesn't let you finish.
With a sharp, agonizing intake of breath, Sunghoon closes his heart, leaning into the instinct of a prince trained to conquer, and drives the steel straight through your chest.
The sound of metal tearing through fabric and flesh echoes in the high-ceilinged room.
Your breath hitches in a wet gasp. Your eyes go wide, locked onto his, hands instinctively flying up to clutch at the blade embedded in your chest. Blood—warm, and crimson—gushes out, staining his white silk shirt, splattering across his knuckles, his face, his lips.
Sunghoon’s knees almost give out, but he holds the sword firm, watching the light slowly drain from your eyes. You lean into the blade, getting as close to him as possible, coughing up a drop of crimson that lands directly on his cheek.
“You... coward,” you choke out, a final whisper before your hands slip off the steel, dragging down his arms, leaving bloody smears in their wake.
Your head drops forward. Your body goes completely limp against the guards' grip.
Silence settles over the drawing room. Sunghoon pulls the sword back with a brutal slide, and your body slumps sideways onto the cold marble floor, pooling in red. His hands are shaking so violently he nearly drops the weapon. He stands there, drenched in your blood, smelling the iron, smelling the faint faint hint of lavender soap lingering underneath it all.
King Jaehyun steps up beside him, placing an approving hand on Sunghoon’s blood-soaked shoulder.
“Well done, my son,” the King says quietly, no remorse in his tone. “You are truly fit to rule.”
Sunghoon doesn't speak. He can’t. He just stares down at your lifeless form, at the small hand resting palm-up on the stone floor, forever waiting for him to hold it again.
He got his kingdom. He got his throne.
And all it cost was the only piece of humanity he had left.
isa notes: you didn't see this. i was just checking if i was shadowbanned or something 😔🤚also who am i if im not writing angst for sunghoon??
life in the 2000s means flip phones, low rise jeans, a chaotic friendgroup, and a cocky skater boyfriend who climbs your window when he needs to apologize.
pairing: bf!riki x fem!reader ⭑ ft. friendgroup Enhypen
🗯️ vaeh’s notes: the fic is finally here! you already KNOW i had to be cliche and make him climb through your window muhahah. I also wasn’t sure whether this was the right time to post this with everything going on atm, still posted it, hoping it helps cheer you guys up a little! Take care xx #enhypenis7
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There were seven of them.
Seven loud, annoying ass, inseparable boys who took up too much space at every party, every hallway, and every parking lot. They were always together, skateboards under their arms, half-finished coca-cola cans in their hands, laughter echoing too loudly through college apartments that definitely couldn’t fit all of them.
You really weren’t supposed to be part of them. Even thought they we’re weird at first.
The first time they saw you, you were standing alone at some shady off-campus house party.
You were leaning against the kitchen counter in low rise jeans and a baby tee, flipping your pink bedazzled Motorola shut and open again because you didn’t know what else to do with your hands.
It was Sunghoon who noticed first. “Why is she by herself? She looks nice.” And then all seven of them ended up standing in front of you like a mildly intimidating boyband.
You don’t remember how, but that night you were adopted into their friendgroup.
You’d been with them ever since.
Especially Riki.
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You and Riki were never stable.
You were either disgustingly in love or dramatically broken up. There was no in-between.
You’d ‘break up’ over anything:
Because he didn’t call you back fast enough. You helped another guy with his homework. He didn’t let you borrow his clothes. You told him smoking was unattractive.
And once because spilled an entire cup of Sprite on your Juicy Couture bag, which you spent your entire salary on.
You cried like a baby. He’d rolled his eyes and said, “It’s just a bag. Get a new one.”
You didn’t speak to him for a week.
The friend group suffered… Riki got quieter. You got meaner. The air felt heavy every time you were in the same room.
Until Jungwon snapped.
“I can’t do this,” he’d said, rubbing his temples. “You two are exhausting. Apologize. Now.”
You tried to act careless but you both folded in under five minutes and ended up in your bedroom.
—
You hated being called popular, but you weren’t invisible.
People knew you.
You had that early-2000s glow. Glossy lips, hoop earrings, low-rise everything. Professors remembered your name. Girls whispered about you. Boys stared a little too long.
Riki? He had baggy jeans sagged so low you could always see which brand of underwear he was wearing, Calvin Klein most days, sometimes something knockoff that you’d tease him about constantly.
“Pull them up,” you’d hiss in the middle of the mall, grabbing the waistband of his jeans and yanking it higher. “You’re embarrassing me.”
He’d just grin, completely unbothered.
“Why? You don’t like my boxers?”
“I don’t like that everyone else can see them.”
He’d lean closer, smoke still lingering faintly on his breath. “I don’t care.”
And then he’d glance down at your hips.
Low rise jeans. A tiny strip of pink lace peeking out when you moved. Belly piercing glinting under the mall lights.
“Oh,” he’d mock, tugging lightly at the strip of your thong on your hip, making it snap back. “And that’s modest?”
You’d swat his hand away. “That’s fashion.”
“Mine is too.”
“You look homeless.”
“You look like a hooker.”
“I do not. You asshole.”
You’d both be smiling by the end of it.
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It’s one of those perfect late mid-August afternoons.
The sun is low and orange. Everything smells like hot pavement, sunscreen, and cigarettes. The entire city feels outside, kids with scraped knees, girls in denim skirts, boys shirtless with skateboards tucked under their arms.
The skatepark is loud.
Wheels scraping. Laughter echoing. Music playing from someone’s brand new portable speaker.
The whole friend group is there and Riki insisted you’d come too.
His white tank top clinging slightly to his back from sweat. Wired headphones dangling out of the pocket from his jeans. A cigarette tucked behind his ear, which you hate.
Heeseung is beside him, attempting something reckless off a skating ramp.
They take turns.
They hype each other up.
They shove each other when one of them almost eats concrete.
You’re sitting on top of the half-pipe, legs dangling over the edge, flip-flops hanging loosely off your toes. The smallest top imaginable clings to your torso more lace than fabric, blue jeans sit dangerously on your hips, held in place by a big bedazzled belt.
Riki had absolutely hated the top.
“That’s not a shirt,” he said earlier.
“It is.”
“It looks like a bra.”
“It’s hot outside.”
“It’s hot for me too.”
“Then take your shirt off.”
He gave you a glare, you walked ahead anyway.
Now you’re bored.
Bored and slightly irritate because you’ve already watched him light up two cigarettes.
Two.
And you hate when he smokes. Hate the smell. Hate the way it makes his voice raspier. Hate how casual he is about it.
And he knows that, but he does it anyway. Which makes it worse.
He skates toward you suddenly, rolling to a stop between your knees. One hand presses to the ramp beside your thigh, the other still holding his board.
“You look grumpy,” he says, squinting up at you against the sun.
“I’m not.”
“You are.”
He leans forward and kisses your forehead anyway.
Then he pushes off again before you can respond.
You sigh.
You’re melting. You’re bored. And you’re watching your boyfriend risk concussions for fun.
Amazing.
Then Heeseung has an even more amazing idea.
“Teach her something,” he says, nodding toward you.
Riki looks up immediately.
You narrow your eyes.
“No.”
“Yes.”
“No.”
He’s already skating toward you again.
“Come on,” he says, grabbing your hand. “It’s easy.”
“It’s not easy.”
“It is.”
“I’m wearing slippers.”
“Then take them off.”
You gasp like he’s insane.
He grins.
“Baby, I’ll hold you.”
Everyone’s watching now.
Jay whistles from somewhere near the fence. Sunghoon pretends to wipe a tear from his eye. Sunoo is already smiling like something crazy embarrassing is about to happen.
“If I fall and ruin my outfit,” you warn, pointing a manicured finger at him, “I’ll kill you.”
He laughs. “You won’t.”
“You don’t know that.”
You step onto the skateboard and it wobbles instantly.
You grab his hands.
“Why is it moving?”
“Because it has wheels.”
“Yeah, no shit.”
He positions himself in front of you, holding both your hands firmly.
“Okay,” he says, focused now. “Just bend your knees a little. Then pop the tail and slide your foot up.”
“Pop what?”
“The back.”
“I don’t know what that means Riki.”
He laughs softly.
“It’s fine. I’ve got you.”
You glare. “You better.”
He counts you down.
“One. Two—”
You jump.
The board flips sideways instead of up.
Your foot lands wrong.
His grip slips and suddenly you’re falling. You hit the concrete with a very embarrassing thud.
There’s a split second of silence, then there’s Laughter.
Sunoo’s laugh is the worst. High and dramatic and absolutely unnecessary.
You sit up slowly, hair in your face, pride completely shattered.
Riki is crouching immediately. “Are you okay?”
You stare at him.
“Did you catch me?”
“I tried—”
“You did not.”
He bites back a smile.
You gasp.
“Don’t you dare laugh.”
He fails. Just a little chuckle, but that’s it for you.
You stand up, brushing off your jeans dramatically.
“I’m done.”
“Baby—”
“No.”
You grab your slippers and stomp back toward the half-pipe.
Sunoo is still giggling when you sit down beside him.
“I’d like to see you try next time,” you snap.
Sunoo chuckles. “I would never fall like that.”
“You absolutely would.”
“I have natural balance.”
“You have natural dramatics.”
He raises an eyebrow. “You wanna bet?”
You both dissolve into a stupid little argument about who would survive longer on a skateboard.
It almost distracts you from Riki.
Almost.
Until you glance over and see some random guy offering Riki a joint.
And Riki… takes it?
Your stomach drops.
He laughs at something the stranger says. Throws his head back slightly. That boxy grin that made you like him in the first place.
Your jaw tightens.
Sunoo is still talking beside you.
“…and then I’d definitely land it because— helloo? Are you even listening?”
You aren’t. Your eyes are locked on Riki.
Then a girl loses control of her board and swerves straight into him.
She stumbles forward and Riki catches her.
One hand at her waist on instinct.
You feel it before you even think, that little sting in your chest.
He lets her go immediately.
“You good?” he asks casually.
She laughs. “Yeah, thanks.”
She lingers half a second too long.
That’s it. That’s your last straw. You’re already on your feet. Sunoo reaches for your wrist. “Wait—”
Too late. You walk fast, hips swaying, chin lifted, eyes low and dangerous.
Riki doesn’t even notice until you’re right in front of him.
You grab his arm and tug him away from the small group of strangers.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
He blinks. “What?”
“I said what do you think you’re doing.” you repeat, quieter but sharper.
He genuinely looks confused. “Nothing?”
You look at the joint still between his fingers.
Without breaking eye contact, you reach up, snatch it from him, drop it to the ground and grind it into the concrete with your heel.
“Are you serious right now?” he mutters.
“Oh, I’m serious.” you snap.
He runs a hand through his hair. “What is your problem?”
“My problem?” Your voice rises. “You’ve smoked, like, five cigarettes today. And now this? Oh and you’re just touching girls?”
His head jerks back. “Touching girls?”
“You literally had your hands all over her waist.”
“She ran into me.”
“And you had to grab her like that?”
“She was falling.”
You let out a sharp, humorless laugh.
“Keep it down,” he says under his breath. “Not everyone needs to know you’re mad at me again.”
That does it.
“Oh, I’m embarrassing you?!” you fire back. “You weren’t embarrassed five seconds ago.”
He steps closer, lowering his voice. “You’re making a scene.”
“You’re smoking in front of me after I told you I hate it.”
He exhales hard. “It’s my choice.”
“Oh my God.”
“It’s called free will,” he adds, clearly irritated now.
You stare at him.
“Right,” you say flatly. “So you just do whatever you want.”
“I didn’t do anything.”
“You were all up on her.”
“She bumped into me.”
“You didn’t have to hold her like that.”
He scoffs. “Like what?”
“Like—” You stop yourself before you say something dramatic.
He shakes his head. “You’re overreacting.”
You feel your chest tighten.
“Am I?” you ask quietly.
“Yes.”
Silence hangs between you. Then he makes the mistake.
He gestures vaguely at you.
“And don’t act like you’re not out here in that top all day.”
Your eyes widen.
“What about my top?”
“It’s too revealing.”
You laugh once. Sharp. Disbelieving.
“So now this is my fault?”
“I’m just saying—”
“You’re just saying what?” you cut him off. “That I deserve it?”
“That’s not what I said.”
“But you thought it.”
He looks frustrated now. “You can’t tell me what I thought.”
“You can’t tell me I’m overreacting.”
“You are tho.”
Your face goes cold.
“Okay.”
You step back.
“Okay,” you repeat.
He frowns slightly. “Where are you going?”
“Home.”
He grabs your wrist once.
“Don’t leave.”
“Whatever.” You say and you turn and walk away.
You expect footsteps. You expect him to call your name. You expect him to follow you like he always does.
You walk past the fence, the group of boys, past Sunoo’s wide eyes. And still nothing.
You finally glance back and your stomach drops.
He’s back on his board like nothing happened.
Like he isn’t supposed to chase you.
And that hurts more than the cigarette, more than the girl, more than the argument. Because in your head, he’s supposed to follow you and beg you to stay. But instead he just skates.’
—
By nine o’clock it’s almost completely dark, the last bit of orange fading out of the sky. Your room is lit by the glow of your TV, candles and the small lamp on your nightstand. You’re curled up in bed in soft pajamas, a plate of brownies balanced on your stomach while Clueless plays for what might be the hundredth time.
Your flip phone has been buzzing the last half hour.
Four missed calls.
Ten texts.
You’ve read none of them, you refuse to.
Then you hear A small tick against your window.
You pause mid-chew.
Another one.
And then a third.
You sit up slowly, pushing the plate aside and sliding out of bed. The floor is cool under your feet as you walk toward the window and pull the blinds apart.
Riki is standing in the street below, hands filled with tiny rocks to throw, looking up at your room like he’s been waiting for you to appear. When he sees your face, he waves casually, like this is completely normal behavior.
You stare at him for two seconds.
Then you shut the blinds and walk straight back to your bed.
Your phone buzzes again immediately.
You don’t check it.
A few seconds pass.
Tick.
Tick.
Tick.
You exhale sharply and shuffle back to the window, throwing the blinds open this time and sliding the window up.
“What?” you hiss down at him.
“You need to let me in,” he says like it’s obvious.
“I don’t want to talk to you.”
“But I want to talk to you.”
“Too bad.”
He steps closer to the house, lowering his voice even though no one is outside. “Please, baby. I wanna make it up to you.”
You cross your arms against the windowsill. “Make what up? You didn’t do anything, remember?”
“Come on,” he tries again. “Are you really gonna let me stand out here looking like a fool?”
“Yes,” you say immediately.
He stares up at you, half offended, half impressed.
You hold his gaze for another second, then slide the window shut and drop the blinds again before he can argue. You get back into bed, pull the covers up, grab your brownie plate, and press play like nothing happened.
For a few minutes, it’s quiet.
Then you hear something strange. Not rocks this time, but a scraping sound. A shuffle. Something brushing against the side of the house.
You freeze.
The sound gets closer.
Your heart jumps as you sit up again just in time to see two hands grab onto your windowsill from the outside.
And then Riki’s stupid face appears.
You let out a sharp gasp and scramble out of bed as he hoists himself up, creased sneakers braced against the brick. He looks mildly proud of himself, slightly out of breath, hair falling into his eyes.
You slide the window open with a dramatic sigh.
“Seriously, Riki?”
He doesn’t answer. He just swings one leg over the sill and climbs into your room like he’s done it a hundred times before, landing lightly on your floor.
“You’re insane,” you whisper-yell, shoving the window shut behind him. “My dad is literally going to kill the both of us if he finds out you climbed through my window.”
“He won’t,” Riki says easily.
“And you smell like smoke,” you add, wrinkling your nose. “If he comes in here—”
“He won’t,” he repeats, completely unbothered.
You stand there with your arms crossed, trying to stay angry while he casually looks around your room like he’s on a tour.
He glances at you slowly, eyes dragging from your messy hair to your pajama shorts. A lazy grin spreads across his face.
“Those make your ass look good.”
Your mouth drops open. “That’s what you have to say right now?”
“I’m just being honest.”
“You’re fucking unbelievable.”
He walks past you toward your bed, picking up one of your pillows and tossing it aside before noticing the plate of brownies. Without asking, he takes one and bites into it.
“You made these yourself?” he asks through a mouthful.
“Yes.”
“They’re good.”
“They’re mine.”
He shrugs and flops down onto your bed like he belongs there, one arm behind his head, chewing lazily while Clueless continues playing in the background.
Your eye twitches.
“I’m still mad at you, Riki” you remind him.
“I know,” he says. “That’s why I’m here.”
You stay standing by the window like you’re guarding it, arms crossed tightly over your chest. Riki, meanwhile, looks entirely too comfortable sprawled across your bed, one hand behind his head, the other reaching lazily for another brownie.
He watches you for a moment, amused.
“Are you gonna stand there all night?” he asks.
“Yes.”
He snorts softly. “Come sit down. You’re making me nervous.”
“You weren’t nervous climbing up my house like a creep.”
He pats the mattress beside him anyway. “Baby.”
You hesitate, but you do it. Of course you do. You walk over and sit cross-legged on your bed, leaving a noticeable gap between you. You grab a pink heart-shaped pillow and hold it against your chest like armor, arms wrapped around it as a clear barrier.
Riki doesn’t look intimidated.
He slowly looks you up and down instead, gaze dragging over your shorts, your bare legs, your messy hair. He takes another bite of brownie, chews thoughtfully, then winks at you.
“Can I get a kiss?”
Your jaw drops.
“You’re unbelievable.”
You lean forward and snatch the plate of brownies out of his hands before he can grab another one. “Start talking,” you demand. “Or I swear I’m throwing you back out that window.”
He raises an eyebrow. “You’re not strong enough for that.”
“I’ll get my dad to do it.”
He actually laughs at that, like the idea is ridiculous.
You glare harder.
He sighs dramatically and sits up, closing the space between you. The mattress dips as he moves closer.
He reaches out, resting his hand on your thigh, thumb brushing lightly against your skin. The touch is warm and familiar, annoyingly gentle.
“I’m sorry,” he says.
You narrow your eyes. “For what?”
He pauses half a second too long.
“For… making you mad.”
That’s it.
That’s the apology.
He doesn’t even fully know what he’s apologizing for, the smoking, the girl, the comment about your top, he just knows you’re upset and that saying sorry usually fixes it.
You try to hold your glare, but your grip on the pillow loosens.
This is how it always goes. One of you gets mad. The other gives a weak apology. And somehow it’s enough.
He watches your expression soften, just slightly, and that tiny shift is all he needs.
“Come here,” he says quietly, patting his lap.
You roll your eyes like you’re still annoyed, but you put the pillow aside and shift forward, settling onto his lap anyway. His hands come to your waist automatically.
He leans in and kisses you.
It starts slow, almost careful, like he’s testing if you’ll pull away. You kiss him back, fingers curling lightly into his black hair. For a few seconds, everything feels lke the argument never happened.
Then you wrinkle your nose and pull back slightly.
“Take your jacket off.”
He blinks. “What?”
“It smells like smoke.”
He smirks immediately. “If you wanted to undress me you could just say that.”
You don’t even entertain it. You grab his shirt and kiss him again just to shut him up.
He laughs against your mouth, hands tightening at your waist, and for now, at least, the fight is over.
Until he chuckles, he pulls back just slightly, still close enough that his lips brush yours when he talks.
“You know,” he mumbles, half smiling, “Sunoo told me to apologize.”
You don’t really listen, just give him another peck on his lips. “Hm?”
He shrugs, leaning back in to kiss you again like it doesn’t matter. “He said I should just say sorry and you’d stop being mad.”
Your lips press together instead of moving with his.
“And?” you ask slowly.
“And it worked,” he says lightly. “I don’t even know what I did wrong.”
You freeze.
He tries to kiss you again, but you pull your head back this time.
“Are you kidding me right now?,” you say.
He frowns, confused at the sudden shift. “What?”
“You don’t know what you did wrong?”
He laughs a little, like this is harmless. “You were just in a mood.”
You slap his arm.
Not hard. But sharp enough.
“Ow— what was that for?”
You’re already climbing off his lap. “I actually can’t stand you.”
“What?” he repeats, genuinely lost.
“You didn’t apologize because you meant it,” you snap. “You just didn’t want me to be mad.”
“That’s the same thing y/n.”
“It’s not the same thing!”
He sits there, staring at you like you’ve switched languages mid-conversation.
You grab his arm and yank him off the bed. “Come here.”
“Why are you dragging me?”
“Because you’re leaving.”
He stumbles after you as you pull him toward the window again. “I just said sorry!”
“No, you didn’t!” you fire back, pushing the window open. “You said sorry because Sunoo told you to and because you wanted me to shut up.”
“That’s not—”
“That is exactly what it was.”
He steps closer, trying to catch your wrist, trying to pull you back in like he did before. “You’re overthinking it.”
You shove his chest lightly. “Go.”
“Can you calm down for two seconds?”
“No.”
He leans in again like kissing you will solve it, like it always does. You put your hand flat against his chest and push him back.
“Get out.”
“Baby—”
“Go!”
He exhales sharply, clearly frustrated now. “You’re making this a bigger deal than it is.”
“And you’re not making it a deal at all!” you shoot back. “Come back when you can take accountability!”
You don’t care how loud you are. You don’t care if a porch light flicks on somewhere down the street. You’re too irritated to think about neighbors.
He glares at you for a second longer before finally swinging one leg over the sill again.
“This is so stupid,” he mutters as he climbs out.
“You’re stupid!” you yell back.
“You love me though.”
“Bye Riki!”
He drops down to the ground below with a dull thud and looks back up at you. “Throw my jacket!”
You grab it off your floor and hesitate for a second.
“It smells like smoke! Wash it out!” you shout.
“Just throw it y/n, Jeez!”
You toss it out the window a little harder than necessary. It hits him in the face before falling to his arms.
“And pull your up your goddamn pants, you loser!” you yell one last time before slamming the window shut.
He stands there for a second in the dim streetlight, running a hand through his hair and muttering a curse under his breath. “Fucking hell.”
He pulls up his pants anyway, then he turns and starts walking.
Riki walks home with his jacket slung over his shoulder. His jaw is tight, hands shoved deep into his pockets as he kicks at small rocks along the sidewalk. He replays the entire thing in his head.
He apologized.
Didn’t he?
He showed up. Climbed yout house. Said sorry. What else was he supposed to do?
He mutters under his breath, calling the whole situation dumb, ridiculous. Calling you dramatic.
You just crawl back into bed and press play on your movie again, rather relieved than angry.
Cher’s voice fills the room.
You reach for a brownie.
Your fingers hit an empty plate.
You stare at it.
“Oh my god,” you mutter to yourself, rolling your eyes.
—
The next day feels like nothing happened, it’s a Saturday and you’re at the mall with your friends, like usual
The mall in the center of the city is loud. Every store window is screaming SALE in red letters. Somewhere above them, a movie trailer echoes from the cinema entrance. The air smells like hotdogs, sugar, perfume samples, and fryer oil all blending into one.
Every time you guys go there to “just walk around”, someone somehow leaves with an empty wallet.
The vibe between you and Riki, though? Ice cold.
You walk slightly ahead when he’s near. Conversations split awkwardly around you two. You guys barely acknowledge each others presence. Everyone notices. No one says it yet.
You split up near the giant directory map in the middle of the mall.
Heeseung, Sunoo and you walk towards the arcade, immediately distracted by blinking machines and the sound of digital coins clinking. Jungwon and Jay walk off with one mission only, to eat every free sample the mall has to offer.
Jake, Riki and Sunghoon head towards the skate shop onsecond floor.
“Bro, I’m telling you, softer wheels are better for street,” Jake insists.
“Yeah, if you like going slow,” Sunghoon shoots back.
Riki barely speaks. He flips a board over, studies it, doesn’t see it.
He sees you in his head instead, standing at your window, yelling at him to come back when he can take accountability.
They check every board. Compare prices. Debate colors. In the end, none of them buy anything.
When they walk out into the mall hallway again, the crown hits them full force. Sunghoon stretches his arms above his head.
“So,” Jay says casually. “You and her gonna keep pretending you don’t know each other?”
Riki clicks his tongue immediately. “She’s mad at me.”
“Yes,” Riki insists. “I climbed her window. I could’ve fallen and died bro. I said sorry.”
Jake squints at him. “For what?”
Riki opens his mouth.
Closes it.
“…For making her mad?”
Sunghoon actually laughs. “That’s not an apology, idiot.”
Riki runs a hand through his hair, frustrated. “She was yelling about the joint, and the cigs, and that girl at the skate park. But I didn’t even do anything with that girl. I just caught her because she bumped into me.”
Jake raises a brow. “By her waist?”
Riki hesitates. “…On instinct.”
“Mm,” Sunghoon hums. “And then?”
“And then she dragged me to the window and kicked me out ‘cause I said Sunoo told me to apologize,” Riki mutters.
Both boys stare at him.
“You told her…” Jake says slowly, “that someone else told you to apologize.”
“I was joking. “And at least I apologized? I don’t see the problem.”
Jake lets out a sigh. “I don’t know how you ever got her to like you, man.”
Riki scowls. “I literally climbed into her room. What more does she want?”
Jake grins. “Maybe don’t touch random girls in front of her.”
“She ran into me.”
“And you caught her,” Sunghoon says dryly. “You couldn’t even catch your own girl when she fell.”
Riki groans. “It’s not like that.”
Jake smirks. “Then go tell her that.”
“She’ll just get mad again.”
Sunghoon shrugs. “Get better at apologizing.”
Meanwhile the boys are discussing how to apologize to girlfriends, you’re at the arcade, trying to win a stuffed animal.
The arcade is chaos, neon lights flickering, pixelated sound effects, the constant clink-clink of coins dropping somewhere. A racing game to your left, a dance machine behind you, and right in front of you—
The claw machine.
Inside it sits the biggest stuffed cat you’ve ever seen. Grey and white, oversized head, cute smile. It’s ridiculous. You want it immediately.
You shove another coin in.
Heeseung leans casually against the machine beside you. “You’ve been trying for like ten minutes.”
“I almost had it,” you mumble, eyes locked on the claw.
Sunoo crouches dramatically beside the glass. “Manifest it. Tell it you love it.”
“I do love it,” you whisper.
The claw drops.
Grabs the cat.
Lifts it.
For one beautiful second it hangs there.
“YES!”
Then slips.
The cat falls back into the pile.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” you curse under your breath, stepping back in disbelief.
Heeseung laughs softly. “Y/n, did something happen between you and Riki?”
You don’t even look at him. “He was being a dick.”
Sunoo nods immediately. “Newsflash.”
Heeseung hums in agreement. “Fair.”
No further questions.
You shove another coin in aggressively. The claw misses completely this time and you kick the machine.
Heeseung gently nudges you aside. “Let me.”
You cross your arms, pretending you don’t care. “You’re gonna lose.”
The claw lowers.
It grips the stuffed cat around its head.
Lifts it.
Carries it over to the hole.
Drops.
The cat tumbles into the prize slot.
You and Sunoo scream like he just won an Olympic medal.
“NO WAY—” you laugh. It’s bigger than you expected, soft and and perfect.
Heeseung smiles, brushing his hands off. “All skill.”
He takes the cat from the slot and hands it to you with a small grin. “For your suffering.”
You hug it immediately. “You’re my favorite person.”
He just laughs.
ou three walk out of the arcade a few minutes later, the mall lights feeling calmer after all the flashing machines. You hold the stuffed cat in your arms like it’s something precious, its giant head resting against your shoulder.
Riki notices you.
From halfway down the hall, he spots you walking toward them, oversized plush cat in your arms, laughing at something Sunoo just said.
And unfortunately for his pride, you look cute. And pretty. And happy.
It does something uncomfortable to his chest.
The groups meet in the middle of the walkway.
Sunghoon claps his hands once. “We’re gonna go find Jungwon and Jay before they eat themselves sick.”
“Too late,” Heeseung says dryly.
They all start walking, Sunghoon and Jake up front debating something again, Sunoo walking slightly behind them.
Heeseung slows just enough to walk beside Riki for half a second.
He gives him a small nod toward you.
Go.
Riki exhales through his nose.
Fine.
He steps up, walking beside you.
You don’t look at him.
He notices that immediately.
He shoves his hands into his pockets, trying to sound casual. “Where’d you get that?”
Your eyes stay forward. “Arcade.”
“Obviously.”
“Heeseung won it for me.”
There’s something about the way you say it, so simple, that hits him wrong.
He glances at the stuffed cat.
Heeseung won it… not him.
“Oh,” Riki mutters. “Cool.”
You finally lift it slightly, showing him the cat’s stupid stitched smile. “It’s my new boyfriend.” You say it teasingly.
But Riki doesn’t smile.
Something annoyed flickers across his face before he masks it.
“Yeah?” he says, voice calm but a little tight. “He looks like he’d treat you better.”
You glance at him briefly, catching that tone.
“It doesn’t climb through windows uninvited,” you reply.
He huffs softly. “Yeah. It also doesn’t have legs.”
You shrug. “Less likely to run around with random girls then.”
He goes quiet for half a second.
Then he nudges the cat’s head lightly with his fingers. “He looks dumb.”
Your eyes narrow. “Don’t talk about him like that.”
“You really replacing me with a stuffed animal?”
You keep walking straight ahead.
“Depends. Can he apologize properly?” You say, then you step up your pace to nonchalantly walk away from Riki.
You eventually find Jungwon and Jay exactly where everyone expected them to be, around a food stand with tiny paper cups in their hands.
Jay is mid-sentence when the group walks up. “I’m telling you, if you circle back in ten minutes they forget your face.”
Jake nods seriously, holding up another sample. “This one’s teriyaki chicken. Third time.”
Heeseung sighs like a tired parent.
“Are we leaving?” he asks.
“Yeah,” Sunghoon says.
Everyone slowly makes their way toward the mall exit.
Riki walks quietly behind everyone.
You do too.
By the time the glass doors slide open, the air outside is thick and warm, with the hum of traffic and laughs from somewhere down the street.
Sunghoon and Jake walk ahead, arguing about the best type of flipphone. Jay tries to convince Jungwon to stop at a convenience store on the way. Sunoo keeps poking Heeseung about the stuffed cat like it’s some kind of trophy.
You and Riki walk a few steps behind them again.
For a minute, neither of you says anything.
Your arms are wrapped around the giant plush cat, its soft head resting against your shoulder. Riki glances at it once, then looks ahead at the group, then down at the pavement like he’s building up the courage to say something.
Finally, he exhales and speaks.
“Y/n...”
You glance at him.
“I was being an asshole yesterday.”
You blink slightly.
He keeps walking beside you, hands in his pockets, gaze locked on the ground instead of on you.
“And… I’m sorry,” he adds. “For the cigarettes. And the joint. And that girl at the skatepark.”
You don’t interrupt.
He rubs the back of his neck awkwardly.
“And I’m sorry for not knowing how to say sorry,” he admits. “I know I kinda… suck at that.”
For a moment you just look at him.
Then a small giggle slips out before you can stop it.
He looks over immediately. “What?”
“Nothing,” you say, smiling a little. “I just like hearing you apologise”.
He shakes his head with a quiet laugh.
“I maybe shouldn’t have kicked you out the window.” You say hesitantly.
He snorts. “Maybe?”
“Okay, I shouldn’t have done that.”
He slides his hand out of his pocket and slowly, almost carefully, he lets it brush against yours. When you don’t pull away, his fingers curl around your hand.
The group ahead of you turns a corner toward the quieter streets leading back to your neighborhood.
You glance at Riki. “Do you wanna come to my house?”
His eyebrows lift. “You gonna let me in trough the door this time?”
You roll your eyes. “If you behave.”
“I always behave, baby.”
You scoff softly. “Mhm… just pull your pants up before my parents see you.”
⊹
extra note: I rlly hate the ending, I had writers block…
