SUNWOO ↳ “𝕺𝖓𝖈𝖊 𝖚𝖕𝖔𝖓 𝖆 𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖊”
a TBZ frat boyz series.
kim sunwoo x f!reader :: ex lovers/soulmate tropes
warnings: some explicit content 👀, hardly smutty. lots of feels though. (rough edit)
𝔬𝔫𝔠𝔢 𝔲𝔭𝔬𝔫 𝔞 𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔩𝔦𝔳𝔢𝔡 𝔞 𝔥𝔬𝔱 𝔰𝔬𝔠𝔠𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔢𝔞𝔪 𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔡𝔦𝔤𝔶 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔞 𝔨𝔫𝔬𝔴-𝔦𝔱-𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔟𝔬𝔬𝔨 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔪 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔪𝔢𝔢𝔱 𝔬𝔫𝔠𝔢 𝔞𝔤𝔞𝔦𝔫 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔪𝔬𝔬𝔫’𝔰 𝔣𝔲𝔩𝔩 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔰 𝔞𝔩𝔦𝔤𝔫…
“Bite me.”
you were a realist.
far from delusional,
even if the stars aligned on a full moon night.
nothing could convince you to believe that a frat party would be a hell of a good time.
“I have too much shit.” you annunciate, yeeting a pencil in your best friend’s general direction. “Ask Mina. I’m sure she’d find sweaty people and an uncanny amount of booze fun.”
your model of a roommate sulks.
bummed you weren’t like the rest of the girls around here.
like who in their right mind would decline an invite to the biggest frat house in SK?
“Leave it to you to pass on a good time. Boo, tomatoes.”
you send her a merciless smile. “I feel less of a detriment to society this way. Have you seen me in anything other than sweats and a hoodie? It takes effort to look as good as you. Effort I cannot spare for myself.”
“Talk about dramatic.”
dramatics aside,
there was nothing that could possibly be done to drag you out of this dorm room and into the pits of hell called TBZ.
that godforsaken frathood might drive you off a cliff.
you’ll give them the benefit of the doubt.
they were far from hideous— a sight for sore eyes really.
intelligent, sociable, and athletic.
all 11 of them.
even if 2 happened to both your exes.
once upon a time..
“Well, i’m leaving.” the gorgeous red head flips her hair, model figure hugged in the little black dress she sported. “If i’m not back by morning, send a search party. I love you! Don’t study too hard my little book worm.”
yes.
there were some perks to being roommates and best friend’s with your polar opposite.
a stable social life.
free clothes.
and invites to the biggest parties?
too bad you hardly found any of those to be useful to you.
“Hello?”
“Y/n?” her voice sounds irritated, slightly slurred and strained against the echoing music of the party. “Y/n, can you come get me? Fuck— these people are losers. I’m drunk.”
you grimace.
she’s upset.
it’s only midnight and of all people—
Taeri was upset.
“Did something happen?” you mumble sleepily, sitting up to turn on a light. “Are you okay? DId someone hurt you?”
too drunk to process the question, she groans. “Will you just please come and get me? I feel like I’m gonna explode.”
“O-okay, just give me a couple—“
the call flat lines.
great.
the day has finally come that the stars aligned on a full moon night.
albeit, you still didn’t think the frat party was gonna be a good time,
but i guess you’ll bite.
it didn’t take long to wash up a little, whipping out one of Taeri’s hand me down’s.
10 minutes longer and you had your liner drawn and a simple red tint to your velvet lips.
you absolutely dreaded having to face the day you’d ever come to this—
a strapless top, tight jeans and mid height high heels.
but you had some class.
you weren’t gonna be a detriment to society by showing up in half ass pj’s.
“Hey.”
the hottie by the door makes a double take.
“H-hello.”
your forehead creases, eyes looking into the still much alive party. “Aren’t you gonna ask for my name, pretty boy?”
pretty boy doesn’t respond.
honestly, too stunned to answer.
because god damn.
god damn—
“Damnit.” Eric blinks furiously, wiping at his shirt upon spilling some of his drink. “Sorry, name?”
“Y/n.”
“Y/n, you’re on the list— Y/n?”
at this point, he’s completely disregarded his drink.
the rest spilling all over his thousand dollar shoes.
“Y/n.” you affirm with a slight chuckle. “Taeri called. Is she alright?”
no, of course she’s not.
the sole reason for her coming, being her ex boyfriend who happens to live here—
who undoubtedly was the cause of the phone call in the first place
“Well all hell hasn’t broke loose yet.” Eric manages to make it through a sentence. “You don’t normally come to these things, don’t you? Taeri said you’re not much of a party goer.”
“Great observation, pretty boy. I was summoned. If Taeri wasn’t in trouble, why’d she call me then?”
he aimlessly shrugs. “Hyunjae hasn’t touched you hot model bestie all night. I mean Sunwoo’s back in town so maybe—“
oh god.
OH MY GOD.
fucking hell on earth.
“Hey, didn’t you and Sunwoo—“
“No I don’t know a Sunwoo.” you elicit a pressed panicked grin. “And Sunwoo doesn’t know me. Are we understanding each other? Do I make myself clear, pretty boy.”
the pretty boy grins back. “Fucking crystal.”
you pray to the stars in the sky to disarrange.
you pray for anything but the storm that brews ahead.
you pray for the sake of your roommate,
that this was nothing but a coincidence.
“— that Sunwoo’s back in town, can you believe it?”
you refrain from putting that stranger into a chokehold.
wanting nothing but to be home in your covers.
you’re no cinderella but,
it’s past your damn bedtime.
“Where the fuck is she?” You mumble to yourself incoherently, searching the heavily intoxicated crowd for your best friend.
leave it to her to make you the damn search party.
these heels were killing you.
but those heels on you weren’t just killing you,
it was killing everyone else too.
“You won’t believe who just walked in.” Eric came back to his group of troublemakers, kissing his lips through a devious smirk. “God damn, you won’t believe me when I tell you. Who just walked through our fucking doors.”
Sunwoo’s a little less interested.
tired is a simple word to describe his current attitude.
he just got back into town, man.
it’s been a stressful week for him.
the last thing he wants to deal with was Eric’s crazed nonsense.
Hyunjae’s shoulder’s perk from on top of the counter. “If you’re talking about my god forsaken ex again, we’ve already crossed paths. Like fourth party in a row.”
“Not your ex.”
Eric’s feverish.
he’s only heard about the legend of y/n.
the closed-off maths geek Sunwoo had a boner for freshman year.
the hardly qualified best friend of the hottest model on campus.
“But she’s so fucking hot though.” Eric dreamily drools, nodding from the corner in which they gather. “She’s drop dead gorgeous, Sunwoo. How could a star soccer player like you, drop a once in a lifetime shot like that?”
“What the fuck are you on about, you— you’re kidding.”
the star soccer player can’t remember the last time he saw you.
well, to be fair, the last time he saw you,
you were in an oversized hoodie, worn-in sneakers, and sweats doubled your size.
now people are expecting him to believe his ex girlfriend stalked the halls of his house—
in stunning Louboutins nonetheless.
leather tight top hiked too far up the stomach, cleavage half out and bed hair making you look like a 5-star Michelin.
those heels.
the heels are killing him on you, he doesn’t know what to do.
“You’re fucking kidding.” Juyeon jumps from his seat, the rest of the males following suit like a pack of hungry wolves. “That’s her?”
Sangyeon whistles at all that. “I’ll be damned.”
Sunwoo can’t say a thing.
nope.
he’s not allowed to.
leave it to you to sweep the entire party of their feet right after he did.
“Taeri!” you call, unbeknownst to the lingering eyes around you. “Taeri, where are you!”
your heels click at the tiles,
excusing yourself in the crowd like the prim you are.
noting to run as soon as you find,
“Kim Sunwoo.”
your breath’s taken away.
haphazard and eyes blown out of their sockets.
you can’t run if he’s the one that finds you.
“Sunwoo, I—“
he doesn’t let you manage even a word.
clearly won’t let you say a thing.
not that you weren’t allowed to.
after all,
he’s the one that got away.
“Not you.” you tear his hands from tugging on your wrists. “Of anyone in this damn frat house, not you, Kim Sunwoo. I want absolutely nothing to do with you.”
leave it to Sunwoo to look at you like the mad man he is.
the hot shot playboy of IST,
this was your sumptuous ex boyfriend.
your only ex boyfriend.
“— the last thing I want to see. Get away from me.”
his eyes roll and he pins you to the wall of his bedroom,
making sure to lock the door behind you.
“The last thing I want to see is my beloved ex girlfriend showing up half naked at one of my frat parties. But life’s unfair isn’t it?”
he elicits a pitiful snort and you dare yourself to retort back. “The thought never bothered you before when you begged me to be your damn side piece, once upon a time.”
“Once upon a time, you were mine. Let me make myself very clear, you were my girl. And right now, I don’t get that luxury— i’m not allowed to call you that.”
“If you’re looking for permission, you’re far from it. I’m not here for you, i’m here for Taeri.”
Sunwoo’s never liked that girl.
always trying to get you to wear the skankiest clothes.
present you like a centerpiece.
taking you whenever she wanted.
(she had her work cut for her)
when all he wanted was you all to himself.
“Trying to prove yourself by being hotter than her?”
you pry his body off of you,
heated.
absolutely heated you could explode.
“Trying to prove myself by not being a damn joke. Isn’t that what I was to you, once upon a time Kim Sunwoo? The reason you dropped me because I could never prove myself to be the girlfriend in Kim Sunwoo’s hot fucking life.”
his chest rises and falls as fast as his blood boils.
he always loved firing you up.
you were so hot, he couldn’t tell you why.
but he always wanted to strip you out of your oversized clothes and get you completely naked anyway.
the thrill of seeing you naked being a blessing in disguise.
right now,
you were already half way there.
“I loved you.”
“Loved me?” you laugh incredulously. “The sex was good but other than that, what can you say you loved about me? Other than lying to my face, nearly ripping out my hair, telling me your cock only belonged to me? But digging it inside other women like that didn’t matter at all.”
he’s taken by surprise.
that dirty mouth of yours.
he’s been needing a stress relief.
and suddenly, he’s not that stressed about any of his circumstances.
especially the ones he faces right now.
in fact, he’s more laxed than he’s ever been in his entire life.
“Still thinking about my cock, are you?”
“Yours and 5 others, baby. It stopped being all about—“
his lips crash against yours and the wall is suddenly your best friend.
so much for Taeri—
god, Kim Sunwoo was just so irresistible.
“You.” he growls into your lips while ripping off his shirt. “It’s always been all about you, hasn’t it?”
an arduous moan escapes your tethered lips,
melting in the hands of your inconceivable ex boyfriend.
“Im gonna make those 5 others look like training wheels, baby. I’m going to make sure you know who you belong to.”
it’s been 2 years.
you weren’t gonna wallow over your breakup with Sunwoo forever.
yes, you’ve slept with other people but damn.
other people will never be Kim Sunwoo.
“I won’t even have to beg for you to be my side piece when i’m finished with you.”
Taeri and Hyunjae were fine.
Taeri was upset but hey,
Hyunjae beat you to it anyway.
while Sunwoo’s beating into you,
Taeri stops to look at her ex, “Have you seen y/n? She said she was gonna come get me.”
Taeri’s never really liked Sunwoo for you either.
he was always possessive.
always center of fucking attention.
too big and mighty for her little know it all.
but god damn.
if there was anyone who made you happier than she’s ever seen you,
it was that poor unfortunate soul.
“She’s gonna eat him alive.” Taeri chuckles with her hand on her ex’s lap. “Poor thing, y/n’s balled up her anger for him for years. You think he’s gonna be okay?”
that was the thrill of you, you know.
always one step ahead of everyone else,
Sunwoo had to put a leash on you.
he was so tired of chasing,
“You’ve let go, Sunwoo.” you’re hyperventilating over his broad chest. “Where’s all that control you had now?”
you were gonna be the death of him.
he had to juggle loving you, paying the frat, his soccer career—
“I’m sorry.”
3 rounds later and Sunwoo’s spent.
ravishing in your beauty,
the yearning of something he didn’t think he needed in a long time.
you made him the happiest man alive once upon a time.
“I don’t deserve you.”
3 rounds later and you were convinced.
ravishing in his warmth and comfort—
you haven’t felt this content in a long time.
“You deserved all of me.”
you loved him.
god you loved him and you don’t know how to stop.
2 years later and he’s still the man you love.
“I loved your wide smile. I craved your touch. I wanted your attention every damn day and you deserved every minute of having me. I loved everything about you, Kim Sunwoo. But you made that decision to let me go a long time ago.”
he kisses the places your tears stain,
fingers shakily threading through your now long hair.
“I was tired of convincing myself all of that was true. Tell me, baby. What else did you love about me?”
you catch your breath, nose brushed against his.
“Your eyes. Your nose. Your dick.”
his throaty laugh fills your ears like music on christmas morning. “What else, baby?”
you lean in, humming against his cheek.
eyes shut in absolute bliss.
remembering the subtle scent of bergamot and sage that stained his skin.
“Your lips? The way they move when you kiss me. How they feel when you tell me you love me.”
his arms clasp around your hips.
high on your euphoria with you pressed against him like this.
the stars were in his favor tonight.
perfectly aligned in the sky when he finally tells you,
“I love you.”
you’re convinced he’s joking.
you have to convince yourself he was making you a joke.
but Sunwoo holds you like he’s gonna lose you.
afraid you were gonna let go.
“I’ll never deserve you but i’ll love you for the rest of my life if I have to in order to convince myself I do.”
“What do you love about me, Kim Sunwoo?”
the full moon is in your favor.
illuminating the room just enough to meet his colorful eyes.
just enough color to remember how he looked at you once upon a time.
“That you’ll be the only girl that I get to love in my entire life. I don’t want to be with anyone else but you, baby. Not even if the stars start crossing in the sky.”
you a side piece?
hardly.
no, Kim Sunwoo never left your side.
he was like an overbearing parasite,
only having to move elsewhere when he wanted to be on top.
or when he kneels in front of you to ask you to be his wife.
and to think he would’ve had to beg once upon a time.
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