summary: While on summer vacation you find yourself falling for Sunoo in just a matter of seconds.
warnings: (minors dni), heavy smut, unprotected sex, size kink (?) (idk about y’all but I LOVE Sunoo’s shoulders), swearing (excessive use of the word ‘cunt’), both reader and Sunoo are down bad (ALSO VERY FREAKY) (not proofread)
genre: fluff, smut, angst
a/n: I’ve finally written about all of enha on here omg. also this isn’t what I wanted it to be so try and enjoy it ig. sorry for making it long.
There were green leaves scattered across the street. The sun hitting your eyes, blocking your vision.
You carried a tote bag with books you’d just checked out from the library nearby. Coming to visit your parents’ home country wasn’t your most favourite thing to do, but getting to take in the fresh summer breeze and stroll across streets you’d grown accustomed to had soothed you in its own ways.
It was pretty out. You loved the fresh green grass and the trees that sheltered you from the harsh sunlight. The serene, ocean-blue skies that were peppered with clouds shaped like hearts and different animals, making you laugh to yourself.
All the while you’d been preoccupied, you’d forgot to take notice of things around you. This caused you to so suddenly bump into someone and land flat on the ground. You were sure you’d hurt your elbow.
“Oh, I’m so sorry,” a soft, calming voice had called from above you. “Here, let me help you.”
The man crouched down to pick up the fallen contents out of your bag. You had no time to tend to the wound that formed on your skin. Because in a split second, all your attention was on the boy in front of you.
He seemed to be out of this world.
Your eyes locked on his, staring deeply. You couldn’t seem to look anywhere other than his face. His plump lips, the curve of his brows. His adorable nose. The way his bangs were reaching his eyes. The plain beige shirt he was adorned in paired with blue denim that sat proudly on his shoulders.
He seemed to be at a loss of words for the first few seconds. You both took each other in, a sigh coming from him, your eyes refusing to even blink, fearing he’d disappear if you had.
A smile had reached his lips and his honey-brown eyes. A shy chuckle escaped. “Forgive me for being this direct but,” he sighed, “you’re incredibly stunning.”
Sunoo was in total awe at how you were speechless when face-to-face with him. Your lips slightly parted, almost as if you hadn’t expected to see him, though it was normal given that he was a stranger.
What could it have been that made those beautiful eyes seem to have a million questions behind them at the sight of him?
And how on earth could someone be this gorgeous? He felt his heart smile when he first saw you; it started beating at a much slower, more steady pace. Making him feel like he’d been enveloped into a world where only the pretty girl carrying books, who he just bumped into existed. Your curls that flailed with the wind, the coconut scent in your hair, those long lashes that fluttered as you lifted your eyes to peer up at him. Doll-like, they gleamed in the sunlight.
You finally broke away from your train of thought.
“I’m..sorry.” You said, unsure of what to feel towards this man or how he’d just called you beautiful.
“I mean thank you.” You added while a nervous laugh had escaped your lips. You could feel the heat rising up to your cheeks. “You’re gorgeous,” you said before being able to stop yourself.
Just then, you heard him laugh. It was the most beautiful sound of laughter you’d ever gotten to hear.
“Let me help you,” he said again, this time helping you back up on your feet. Your hands were in his, feeling the soft skin of his palms and the warmth radiating from them.
“Thank you.” You let out almost in a huff. You couldn’t understand this feeling. It was in the pit of your stomach, but also latched onto your heart. The sight of this strange, beautiful boy you’d just met made it slightly harder to breathe. It made your knees weak.
You both were very, very still for a moment. His hands had kept their hold on you, eyes locking deeper into yours. A sigh left him, and he let both your arms fall.
“Is it wrong to want to know your name?”
“Please tell me your name.”
You both had spoken at the same time. This caused you two to share a moment together, laughing at the coincidence.
“You first,” he softly said. His gaze on you was so warm and welcoming. It made you melt.
“Y/n,” you said, not being able to help how you brushed your hair behind your ear at how shy he made you feel.
“That’s pretty. But it doesn’t surprise me. Pretty things have pretty names.” Sunoo confessed.
He felt like an idiot that was just going and on and on about your looks. He so badly wanted to spend the rest of his day with you.
“Sunoo,” his eye smile was back.
Sunoo. You felt your heart flutter at his name being just as gorgeous.
The evening had rolled around quick, but ironically slow at the same time.
You two walked into the park nearby, feeling time slowly slip away, but still being enough to let you bask in each other’s presence.
You couldn’t believe how radiant a human being could be, to not have one flaw in them. Sunoo was absolutely perfect. He was the real definition of ‘too good to be true’.
He was open, easily understood. It made you wonder if it was just how direct he was that made him want to compliment you.
But his eyes spoke for themselves. You’d stop walking at certain points, which gave him more of a reason to keep his eyes on you.
His gaze was still, subtle, but there was so much more behind those eyes than even he could comprehend.
At a certain point, Sunoo had started to carry himself in a way where he wasn’t hiding his affection for you. Stories he heard, he wanted to hear more of. “Tell me more,” he’d nod. That smile tugging at the corner of his lips made your attachment grow.
Sunoo couldn’t grasp at where it rooted from, but there was this feeling of familiarity that was slowly growing between you two. Just within a few glances and words exchanged, Sunoo felt like he’d known you a lifetime.
“I’m staying here with my aunt for the time-being. I’ll be going back in a couple months,” he explained while you two sat on a bench far near the trees in the park.
And if it weren’t for the bitter taste forming in your mouth at the thought of keeping something from him, you wouldn’t have said it.
“I’ll be leaving in two weeks.”
A gap had suddenly opened up in that one corner of his heart that felt like it had been reserved just for you. It had to have been you it belonged to, he was certain. But it was slowly emptying itself now. Your words left a scar that he wasn’t sure could now be ceased.
At his silence, you grew nervous. “Sun-
Loose strands of hair had been in your eyes then, which he brushed away with a light touch of his fingers. “Let me get those for you,” he hushed in a whisper. You felt your eyes shut momentarily, your heart racing.
He didn’t acknowledge what you’d just told him.
He retracted his hand, looking at you with such tenderness. Such adoration.
There was so much you wanted to say but the words wouldn’t leave your mouth.
And there it was. He laughed again.
“Is it okay if I…” you spoke, unsure.
“Hm,” he patiently waited for you to say whatever it was you wanted to.
Your lips were parted, but again, no words came out. You could explain it so much better if you just touched him.
Your hands reached up to his hair, picking at the loose ends. You needed to feel him. Touch him. It was the only thing you knew with him.
You weren’t big on communicating your feelings. It wasn’t anything you were used to. And while Sunoo had given you more than reason to be open with him, he was so overwhelming. Speaking was the last thing your feelings would allow you to do.
Touching him felt much more familiar. His skin underneath your palms allowed you to say things your lips couldn’t.
He watched, following only your eyes as you placed your hand around his neck, leaving traces of fingertips he saw as you engraving your mark on him.
He sat incredibly still, but relaxed underneath you. Your hand was now cupping his face. He moved suddenly, lips brushing your fingers.
“Don’t drive me crazy like that,” he whispered, almost pleading.
The sleeve of your cardigan had rolled up, and Sunoo noticed the scrape on your elbow, brows immediately knitting together in worry. He saw how the open wound started to bleed.
“Oh no,” he wept. “That must hurt.” He took your arm into his hands, eyes searching yours to ask permission if this was okay.
You didn’t say anything. Didn’t speak or budge. You just let him touch you, so used to it already. His fingertips grazed your skin, making the cut sting.
You hissed, causing him to retract his hand instantly.
“I’m so sorry,” he said worriedly.
“No, it’s not you. It just stings a little that’s all.”
“My aunt’s house is just a few blocks down. We should get you there quick before you lose too much blood.”
“I wouldn’t wanna cause any trouble, Sunoo.” You said, incapable of keeping his name out your mouth. Sunoo. It reminded you of sunshine. The way he’d suddenly walked into your life, raining his sun showers upon you with his bright and bubbly self. His name suit him perfectly.
“You expect me to listen after you say my name like that?” He was getting shy, but also very much see through in such little time. It was because you said it. You’d looked at him, and said his name in a way where it sounded like you’d said it a million times before.
It isn’t to me, he wanted to say.
“Do you have to go home right away?” He asked.
“Then you’re coming with me.”
Sunoo managed to rummage through his pockets, finding a handkerchief. He tried his best to wrap it around somehow. But you ended up having to put pressure on it.
Despite all your protests against going to his aunt’s, deep down you were aching to be alone with him. It felt as if any moment you looked elsewhere, he’d slip away. And while your mind was boggled at the thought of that, your heart had understood. Without a second thought, you went with him. Not caring where he’d take you as long as he was still there.
The small blood stain on your cardigan made him take it from you, offering his own jacket. He carried your bag as well, looking over every two seconds to make sure you weren’t in too much pain.
Once you’d reached there, he paced around anxiously, looking through the drawers to try to find a first-aid kit.
You sat in his room, taking in the atmosphere of it. It was peaceful, clean, just the way you’d expected it to be.
He was so stressed over this stupid wound. It felt weird seeing this boy who had been a stranger just a few hours ago, rummaging through his drawers to find a bandaid for you.
You felt yourself unable to keep still anymore. You walked over to him, taking ahold of his arms.
Sunoo’s movements came to a halt, and he seemed more at ease.
“Why does this matter to you so much?”
He stood there, unable to speak. He blinked at you a few times, looking like he had an answer that just wasn’t reaching his lips.
“I…don’t know how to say it.”
“What could you possibly want to hide from me? You’re so obvious, Sunoo.”
His eyes had widened slightly, and he avoided looking at you in the face. “I’m not the only obvious one.”
“Sunoo, the bleeding has stopped.” You held up the handkerchief, revealing the dried stains of blood.
He looked down at your arm, examining it.
“Let me at least put a smaller bandaid on it.”
“Don’t keep saying my name like that.”
He pondered for a moment, wondering if it was the right thing to say.
“It makes me wanna kiss you.” He blurted out. There was defeat in his voice, like he’d admitted something he hadn’t meant to.
You felt relieved at that, feeling a little less crazy for how you were so deeply attracted to him already. “At least you admitted it.”
“You’re too oblivious for your own good. I wouldn’t have come here if I didn’t want to spend every remaining second of my day with you.”
Sunoo let you go on, feeling slightly a bit more relaxed that he wasn’t crazy for having these feelings. That you were possibly implying that you liked him too.
“Would you let me kiss you?” He repeated his question.
“Yes,” you breathed out. “I’d want you to.”
He was silent. His gaze remained intact. He so badly wanted to kiss you. Brush your hair away from your eyes again.
“I’ve known how you made me feel from the moment you first spoke to me. And just over a small wound you’ve been so worked up. But I get it. If I’d seen you hurt I’d go just as crazy.”
You moved closer to him, hands reaching up to touch the face you’d touched several minutes before.
Sunoo’s eyes closed shut, and he eased into the way your fingers grazed his skin. The warmth of your fingertips had kissed his skin so gently, he felt like his knees might’ve given up.
He opened his eyes to look over at you again, this time his eyes burned, speaking words you hadn’t seen in them before.
“Are you in love?” He sounded uncertain. There was something so strong that was inviting him to you, like some magnetic pull. He wasn’t sure what was next.
“That’s such a stupid question. Of course, I’m in love. It’s you, Sunoo.”
Sunoo had without blinking, pulled you closer, a delicate hand on your jaw, his lips slowly closing the gap between you two.
He’d been chasing this relief from the very first moment his eyes fell upon you. Your curls, your lips, those eyes, all crossing his mind as his lips engulfed yours in a deep, slow kiss.
You felt him guide you so your back hit his bed, feeling his smile grow against your lips, both your teeth almost clashing. “I’m so in love with you,” he whispered, causing butterflies to erupt in your stomach.
This felt amazing. The way you’d felt so close to him, your heart having been so at home with his touch gliding over your skin, his kisses so impatient.
You felt unable to keep your hands off him. They traced up his arms, reaching his shoulders, making you almost gasp at how big they felt. You couldn’t help but drool at the sight.
“You like my shoulders baby?” He laughed, eyes sparkling as he towered over you.
Baby, the word rolled off his tongue like it was so used to being said to you.
You felt yourself shudder beneath him, hands remaining still, feeling him. “They’re just so…big.”
You loved the feeling of being so small compared to him. The need to feel him touch you grew more intense.
Sunoo smirked down at you. “You like touching them?”
You nodded, pulling him closer. He hovered above you, just inches away.
“I wanna sit…on them” you said shyly looking away, embarrassed to have admitted such a thing.
“Don’t be shy,” he laughed, taking your face into his hands. “I want you to,” he reassured you.
Sunoo reacted by pulling his shirt over his head, revealing his cream-coloured skin. He pulled you into his lap, kissing you again.
But this time, he nipped at your bottom lip, causing you to gasp in his mouth. His tongue collided with yours, slurping and sucking, savouring as much as he could of you.
You were incredibly intolerant of how slow this was going. You managed to slide off your tank top by its straps, all the while making out, letting Sunoo get a good look at your bare chest.
He whimpered at the sight. “Can I suck?” He whispered, so unsure of what he’d do wrong.
You nodded eagerly, feeling the warmth of his mouth around your sensitive nub in seconds.
Sunoo sucked on your tits like he’d been hungry for your skin, yearning to get a taste of it for a long while.
Both your heads had turned at the sound of the front door closing. You almost panicked until Sunoo grabbed his duvet cover and wrapped it around you.
He got up to lock his door.
“Sunoo, dear? Are you home?” A voice called from outside.
He looked back at you, seeing how you’d shrank inside the duvet cover, looking as beautiful as ever. He was still processing how you ended up sprawled out on his bed, waiting to get fucked by him.
He walked back to you, crawling over and placing his index finger on your lips. “Shh,” he hushed with a smile playing on his lips.
“Open for me,” he whispered as his fingers parted your lips. You obliged and felt two fingers slide inside your mouth.
“To keep you from being too loud,” he cooed at you.
He put his face in between your breasts, you taking ahold of his head, letting him lick up invisible patterns with his tongue.
“Sunoo,” you moaned around his fingers. “Please.”
He grasped at the long skirt you wore, watching it slide off your legs smoothly.
You tugged at Sunoo’s pants, unbuckling his belt yourself and sliding them down to his knees.
You pushed him flat on the bed, and crawled on top, letting his boner free from his briefs.
Sunoo grabbed a pillow to stifle the loud, deep moan that escaped his lips, causing you to get even more wet at the thought of getting to fuck him.
Your mouth watered at the sight of his precum gathering at the tip.
You straddled him, watching his eyes burn into you, his mouth hung agape. Your eyes stayed on his as you made slow, teasing strokes on him.
“Ahh, fuck,” a groan came from deep within his throat, loving the feeling of your hands on his dick.
His head rolled back into the sheets, eyes shut tight, such sweet moans being released from him.
His hands came in contact with your ass, squeezing and pulling on the soft skin; they felt huge as they worked on you. You were in love with how large every part of him was.
His dick was too tempting, too perfectly girthy for you to not put your mouth on it.
You lowered yourself down, spitting on his tip and stroking him again. You watched as Sunoo’s hand clasped on his mouth, with his back arching, stifling his moans that were getting too loud for you two not to get caught.
“Stop,” he breathed out. “Just fuck me already.”
You didn’t waste any more time, sitting on him and feeling him stretch you out in the most toe-curling ways.
He now rested on his elbows, lips connecting in a steamy kiss as your moans released into each other’s mouths at the contact.
You couldn’t help the way you impatiently bucked your hips on him, feeling him writhe underneath you.
“Fuck, baby. I could never imagine you feeling this good,” he exclaimed against your mouth. His hands kept your waist in place, guiding you through the rhythm he created.
Your skin stung with the way he smacked your ass with each thrust into your cunt. Sunoo felt heavenly buried deep inside you.
You motioned for him to lie down again, this time your heat way closer to his mouth, as you eased yourself onto his shoulder. You held the headboard for support, grinding on him gently.
You could feel how toned-up he was. Those hard muscles that you felt against your clit just making your cunt even more needy for him.
Sunoo’s lips attached to the skin of your thighs, one of his hands reaching up to your tits, wanting to feel whatever he could of you.
He loved the way you felt on him. The wet, squelching sounds your cunt made as you rode his shoulder made him want to taste you on his tongue.
Sunoo got ahold of your thighs, lifting up one of your legs to the side of his face, which gave him more access. He turned his head and lapped his tongue furiously against your clit.
You felt yourself start to lose balance as you shook with overstimulation.
“Sun,” you moaned into the back of your own hand. “I’m gonna cum.”
“Not yet,” he said. But it was more of a plead than a demand.
He flipped you over, burying your face in his pillows. Your ass was facing him, and you felt him enter your needy, dripping walls.
You practically screamed into the pillows at the feeling. Sunoo started to wildly buck his hips into you, loving the way you felt wrapped around him.
“Sunoo, please,” you couldn’t contain yourself anymore. You needed him to hear you scream for him.
“That’s right, love. You take me so well,” he panted with each hard thrust.
You felt the bed shake from its place as Sunoo fucked you senseless into the mattress.
You were sweaty, screaming until your lungs felt like giving up. You were filled to the brim with his dick, not being able to contain your high any longer.
“Sun-sunoo,” you croaked, only being able to focus on the way he sounded, every noise that filled the room as he was fucking you.
You were flipped over, facing him now. Sunoo was quick to enter you again, chasing this exhilarating feeling that you both were so close to experiencing together.
Your legs instinctively wrapped themselves around his torso. Tears escaped your eyes at how overwhelming experiencing this was with him. He knew exactly how to fuck you until you couldn’t form a coherent thought.
Sunoo’s lips had found yours, groans being released into your mouth again, as you still marvelled at how he was real.
You dug your nails into his back, not knowing anything but how you were so close to coming undone.
“Oh baby, I’m gonna cum,” he bit down on his hand, feeling his body go limp as both of you climaxed.
Sunoo’s lips had locked with yours in a deep kiss.
“Shit, fuck,” you cried out. “I love you,”
“I love you,” Sunoo wept as he rode out your high, nuzzling his face in your neck.
He released his load onto your stomach. He tried catching his breath, lying his head down on your chest.
Your hands came up to touch the back of his neck, his hair that was drenched in sweat. You played with his blond locks.
“Yes, love,” he spoke tiredly.
“Nothing,” you said, laughing.
This made him laugh again. “I love you,” he whispered to you, curling further into your embrace.
The next few days went by fast. Sunoo had introduced you to his aunt, you’d introduced him to your parents, but that was mainly because you two had very loud, frequent sex.
It was his aunt who’d been the unfortunate one to have come home one night to the sound of bed creaking and moans and screams coming from Sunoo’s room.
You both didn’t care about including outsiders in your relationship. You had your own place, which was a 30-minute drive away, but some nights Sunoo was reluctant to leave his aunt since he was helping her run her business.
Even the customers were alarmed at a certain point when Sunoo had attended the door with a button down only thrown around his shoulders, post-make out hair and hickeys on his neck.
“How are you?” He breathed heavily.
A young couple who seemed to be around you guys’ age was at the door.
“Dude, we’re sorry…were you?” The guy asked.
“Yes, actually,” he smiled. “I’d appreciate it if you came back tomorrow.”
“But it’s only 8:30 pm?” The woman said.
Sunoo would risk anything to spend time with you. Whether that was helping you do your hair and makeup, taking you on library dates, taking you shopping. You name it.
You two had become inseparable, that it almost made you feel selfish at times. But time was ticking by. All you could do was spend all of it with one another before your flight would board in a week.
You sat playing a card game with Sunoo at the edge of your bed. You were losing horribly.
“Oh no, looks like you made a mistake there, love,” he teased.
You tried your best to smile, not being able to keep this sorrow inside any longer.
“Sun. I’m leaving in 5 days.”
The feeling in the pit of your stomach grew. You had never felt this helpless before. Sunoo, the boy who you’d fallen in love with so quickly, was about to be miles away from you in just a matter of days.
“Come here,” he motioned you over towards his lap.
His hands caught in your loose strands of hair. “You know, knowing how deeply I feel for you, I’m not afraid of the distance that’ll be put between us.”
“You’re not?” You pulled back to look at him.
“Nope, not one bit” he shook his head. “I fell in love with you the moment those eyes looked up at me,” his thumb brushed against your bottom lip.
“How can you not be scared? I’ll be so far away from you.”
“Because I know that this is very special. What we have is nothing ordinary. I fell for you first, everything else came after.”
“I know. I don’t want you to go either.”
You sat in his arms, trying to figure out how you’d deal with having to leave him behind.
The only thing that helped you two face the truth was spending as much time as you could with one another, most of which was spent with you spending the night at his.
You’d hoped it would put your feelings aside — that you’d start seeing it as nothing but a summer hookup — but it didn’t. You loved each other, and that was that. And connecting the way you did each time he made love to you, your feelings only deepened for one another.
He kissed your nose, your neck, your lips. “I love you,” he said. “You know that?”
“I love you too,” you held his jaw in a way you’d gotten used to, kissing his beautiful lips.
The day had come. You were extremely nauseous on the way to the airport. This was too much to take.
Your parents were originally supposed to drive you there, but you ended up going in separate cars; you were with Sunoo.
He made sure he booked a ride so he’d get to sit in the backseat with you, holding your hand, trying to soothe your nerves.
It was silent in the car. You could hear only the motor of the vehicle as it passed road after road, making you feel even more sick.
Every time his eyes looked over at you, a sudden ache formed in your heart. This couldn’t be happening. You weren’t actually leaving him, were you? It had to be a dream.
“Look at me,” he whispered. His eyes were laced with worry. His fingers played with yours, trying to distract you.
“You know those curtains in my room? The ones you hate?”
You nodded, trying to remember every single feature of his while your eyes trailed over his face.
“My aunt was planning to get new ones. I wanted to know which colour you liked.”
Sunoo seemed so oblivious to the pain you felt. But in reality, he just couldn’t let you go in a bad mood. He wanted to make your last few moments together were a good memory. Even though this day was incredibly burdening. He could feel the weight in his chest.
“Beige.” You remembered the colour of his shirt the day you’d met him.
You curled up into him, loving the feeling of his arms around you. The way he cradled you so gently, it made you want to keep him there forever.
“Thank you,” you said while tears formed in your eyes.
“For what?” He nuzzled his face against your cheek, giggling.
“For being so full of love.”
Sunoo pulled away slightly, wiping the tears that were on your cheeks.
“I don’t think I was like this before,” his eyes lowered, a shy smile creeping on his lips. “So I should thank you.”
His fingers traced every detail on your face, a smile still formed on his lips as his eyes examined you.
“I don’t want to see you cry. There’s so much you have to do when you get back. You’ll see your friends again, start your new year in uni. It’s everything you’ve missed these past few months.”
What would you do when you missed him?
“Okay,” you agreed, not wanting to make it as hard for him. He still wiped your tears away, and now kissed your fingertips.
You’d reached the airport in just a few minutes. You were so close to throwing up. Your knees had started to give up on you, yet somehow you still got out the car, walking hand in hand with the one you loved. He carried your bag again, making you remember that day you’d first met.
“You’re not feeling so well, love, let me carry it.” He kissed the side of your face.
Even despite feeling how his hand was in yours, you looked over your shoulder anxiously each second, making sure he was still there.
“There are still a few minutes. I’m not leaving yet.” His hands rested on your waist, one of them coming up to brush your hair out of your eyes.
Your eyes shut once more, trying to relish as much as you could of his touch. You felt a tear slip out your eyes, and you looked away.
Sunoo was trying to avoid his own emotions from taking over, which is why he tried to get you to smile.
His hand came up to your jaw, making you look back at him. “Hey,” he whispered.
“Hi,” you smiled despite the tears that escaped your eyes.
Sunoo felt himself sink deeper in his own sorrow. There was so much he wasn’t saying to prevent from making this harder for you.
“You look so pretty when you smile. That’s all I ever want you to do. How will I be able to wipe your tears when I’m this far away?”
This caused you to break down in his arms. Light sobs left you as he held you close to him.
“I’m so sorry, love,” he felt his heart sink at the sight of you sobbing. “I’m so, so sorry.”
“Sunoo, I don’t wanna go,” you wept. “It hurts so much.”
“I know. I wish I could stop it.”
Your body went limp, you couldn’t form your words. This was suffocating you. You envied the people who had come here to take their loved ones home. It was so unfair.
Your parents had arrived shortly after. Sunoo kept you close, letting them know with a shake of his head that you still needed time. They gave him a nod, walking over to one of the benches.
He held onto you, not knowing how to fix any of this while you broke apart in his arms. All he could do was let you express your grief how you needed to, because it was something he — so badly — wanted to do as well. But Sunoo kept himself from doing so, preventing you from breaking even further.
After your eyes had felt too sore from crying, you heard him speaking to you.
“Baby, hey,” he spoke softly. You pulled away from his hold. “Your parents are here.” He pointed towards them.
As his hold had freed you from him, everything else that went on afterwards felt like a dream that seemed to never end.
You kissed his lips, repeatedly, trying to remember what he tasted like. Peck after slow peck, you could feel Sunoo start to quiver under your touch.
He was crying, and now you were saying sweet things to him to help him calm down.
“Your smile is so pretty,” you repeated his words. “It’s all I ever want you to do.” Your hands were cupping his face. Sobs ripped through him at that.
“I’ll miss you more, Sunoo.”
You gave him one last kiss, it was much longer this time, not enough to let go but still bidding goodbyes for the two of you.
Sunoo watched you walk inside, feeling like he’d been ripped into shreds. He was dreading going back home, knowing how memories of you already roamed around in his room.
“I love you,” he mouthed.
“I love you, Sunoo.” Were the last words you said while looking at him, before the two of you had disappeared in different crowds, completely out of sight.
