req!: I would love a fic about Sunghoon falling in love with the most unexpected person ever…. (the rest is here!)
pairing: sunghoon x fem!reader
synopsis: sunghoon always thought he’d fall for someone quiet and delicate, but meeting you—wild curls, sun-kissed skin, and unmatched chaos—changes everything. as he falls deeper, he learns love isn’t what he expected; it’s better.
wc: 1.09k
a/n: this one, to me, IS VERY ADORBSSSS (especially towards the end🤭). and im sorry if what the request-er (?)wanted is not delivered as perfectly :( but i still love this and i hope you do too!! feedbacks and comments are highly appreciated (through inbox or comments idm!)💗 happy reading lovelies!!🎀 here’s my masterlist!
park sunghoon wasn’t the type to attend parties. but here he was, leaning against a kitchen counter, sipping a drink he didn’t like, wondering for the millionth time why he had let jake drag him here.
“you’re too cool for your own good,” jake had teased earlier. “seriously, hoon. maybe you’ll meet someone who makes you loosen up a little.”
sunghoon wasn’t in the mood to “loosen up.” parties weren’t his thing, and meeting people definitely wasn’t on his to-do list.
but then, he saw you.
you were hard to miss.
standing in the middle of the living room, you were laughing so hard your shoulders shook, a carefree sound that rose above the music. your skin glowed under the warm party lights—a rich, sun-kissed tone that made you look like summer incarnate.
your outfit wasn’t what anyone would call stylish, with your mismatched patterns and wild curly hair that seemed to have a mind of its own. but somehow, you looked radiant. untamed. completely, unapologetically yourself.
his gaze lingered longer than it should have. your body wasn’t what most people called “perfect”—soft in places he wasn’t used to seeing celebrated, your curves wrapped in confidence. you weren’t quiet or shy or delicate, the way he always thought his “type” would be.
and yet, you were magnetic.
he was so caught up in the way you threw your head back to laugh again, your curls bouncing wildly, that he didn’t notice jake sidling up beside him.
“she’s something, huh?” jake asked, smirking.
sunghoon blinked. “who?”
“don’t play dumb. the girl you’ve been staring at for, like, five minutes.”
“i wasn’t staring,” sunghoon said, looking away too quickly to be convincing.
“uh-huh. you should go talk to her.”
“she’s not my type.”
jake rolled his eyes. “your type is boring. she’s fun. go.”
sunghoon didn’t know why he listened. but before he could second-guess himself, his feet were already moving toward you.
you turned as he approached, your eyes wide and curious, and smiled like you were greeting an old friend.
hi,” she said, her voice light and playful. “you’re…” she tilted her head, studying him. “jake’s friend, right?”
“yeah. i’m sunghoon.”
she smiled, bright and unfiltered. “nice to meet you, sunghoon. i’m (y/n).”
he hesitated, then blurted out the first thing that came to mind. “you… like dancing?”
y/n squinted at him, as if trying to gauge if he was serious. “no, i hate it. that’s why i’ve been embarrassing myself for the past hour.”
sunghoon blinked, caught off guard by her sarcasm.
“you don’t talk much, do you?” she teased, leaning against the wall, her curly hair brushing her shoulders.
“i talk,” he said defensively.
“yeah? then say something interesting.”
he frowned, and she laughed again, clearly amused by his discomfort.
and just like that, she’d effortlessly disarmed him.
────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──────
weeks later
it didn’t take long for you to become a constant in sunghoon’s life.
you were a whirlwind of chaos and confidence, with your mismatched outfits, endless jokes, and unpredictable energy. where he was quiet, you were loud. where he was composed, you were messy.
and yet, he couldn’t imagine a day without you.
you made fun of his obsession with monochromatic outfits, teased him for being “too cool,” and somehow, you always knew how to make him laugh—even when he didn’t want to.
“so, what do you think?” you asked one day, holding up a floral skirt and a neon sweater.
sunghoon frowned. “i think i need a pair of sunglasses just to look at it.”
you gasped dramatically, clutching the clothes to your chest. “you wound me, park sunghoon.”
he smirked, throwing a pillow at you.
but beneath your teasing and chaotic energy, you had a way of grounding him.
it hit him hardest one night at a party, when someone made a rude comment about your body. before you could react, sunghoon was in front of you, his icy glare fixed on the guy.
“say that again,” he said, his voice low and dangerous.
the guy stammered, trying to backtrack, but sunghoon didn’t let him off easy.
as soon as the guy walked away, you touched his arm gently. “hoon, you didn’t have to do that.”
he turned to you, his gaze softening instantly. “yes, i did.”
later that night, as you sat beside him on your couch, he turned to you. “don’t ever let anyone make you feel less than perfect.”
your eyes softened, and for once, you didn’t have a teasing reply.
────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──────
it was late, and the two of you were lying on the living room floor, staring at the ceiling.
“hoon?”
“hm?”
“you’re staring at me again.”
he blinked, realizing he’d been caught.
“you just… you’re hard to look away from,” he said softly.
you snorted. “was that supposed to be smooth?”
he rolled his eyes. “i’m being serious.”
“oh, okay. carry on.”
he sighed, propping himself up on one elbow to look at you properly. “you’re not like anyone I’ve ever met.”
“yeah, we’ve established that. i’m chaotic and messy and all kinds of amazing.”
“you are,” he said, his voice quieter now. “you make me feel things i didn’t think i could feel. like… like it’s okay to be a little messy. like it’s okay to not have everything figured out.”
your eyes widened slightly, and he looked away, suddenly shy.
“you make me laugh, even when i don’t want to. you make me want to try things i’d never do otherwise. and you’re…” he trailed off, running a hand through his hair.
“hoon,” you interrupted, sitting up. “i’m dumb. please just say it.”
he let out a small laugh, shaking his head. “you’re impossible.”
“and yet, here you are. confessing your undying love for me.”
he smiled, soft and fond. “yeah, i guess i am.”
you grinned, leaning closer. “so say it properly.”
sunghoon reached out, tucking a curl behind your ear. his fingers lingered against your cheek, and his voice dropped to a whisper.
“i’m in love with you,” he said, the words carrying more weight than you expected. “every chaotic, mismatched, unpredictable part of you. i don’t want to imagine my life without you in it.”
you blinked, your heart skipping a beat.
“see?” you finally said, your voice wobbly but teasing. “was that so hard?”
he laughed softly, pulling you into his arms. “you’re lucky you’re cute.”
“i know,” you murmured against his chest, your smile wide.
and for the first time, park sunghoon felt like he was exactly where he was meant to be.
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