JADE.

she/he/they. 06'. ISTP. queer.

[somniaura]

TF2 hyperfixation so bad it brings me back to Tumblr.

TF2 hyperfixation so bad it gave me the strength and motivation to read again.

TF2 hyperfixation so bad that i cannot go a minute without thinking of the mercs.

TF2 hyperfixation so bad.

i don't know how i went this long without getting Sniper pregnant

[jayflrt]

i blame tarzzan for this

EVERYONE LEAVING BUT FUCKASS TARZZAN I FEEL SICK TO MY STOMACH

[porcelwon]

𝓘n 𝓨o𝑢𝐫 𝓛a𝑝, 𝓘n 𝓨o𝑢𝐫 𝓛u𝑛𝐠s ─── .ᐟ . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁

park sunghoon 𝓧 sim jaeyun 𝓧 female reader

sh4r1n0t3 ᪄ a couple of months ago I had fucking frot rot and frotting was all I could think about... this is my contribution to that... also I love jakehoon x reader fics so uhm... sue me! I'm sorry :0 this is my first time incorporating mxm themes so be nice to me abeg! ၃ ִ

snyp: or... where sunghoon and jake put on a show | wc: 2.09k | cw: usage of drugs (weed) • frotting mlm | mxm themes (they kiss and they rub dicks hooray!) • oral (f) • fingering (f) • cockwarming (f) • pet names • needy | whiny reader • slight dry humping • shotgunning crack | fluff at the end • smut | mdni .ᐟ

wiplist. masterlist. requests.

you only get like this when you're needy... you're unusually hushed—whining with your bottom lip jutted out into a pout. the dim lights blur in your peripheral as you sit perched on jake's lap. his scent is familiar—warm and comforting, the smell of amber clings to his hoodie which swallows your frame. it only fuels your desperation.

your thighs are sticky, your panties damp. you just can't help yourself... not when he looks so alluring, his head thrown back, manspreading with smoke curling around his figure. "you're so sensitive, baby." he exhales, voice reverberating against your neck as you rock back and forth on his bulge.

sunghoon sits on the other end of the couch. he's busy—long, dexterous fingers tucking and rolling. "she's so needy..." he grins lazily, watching you feign embarrassment as you dip into jake's neck. the other man laughs cordially. his hands squeeze at your thighs, pawing his way up to knead at your ass. jake nuzzles against your temple, "aw, baby..." he picks your head up.

"don't be so shy, 'hoonie's only teasing..." sunghoon chuckles, finally twisting the end of his joint before feeling around for his lighter. "I know what you want, y/n." jake's lips are plump, grazing your own before he leans in, pecking at your lips. he nods over at his best friend... silently drawing him near.

with the same fingers he used to roll, he grips your chin, kissing you sloppily and swallowing all of your sounds. in his other hand, he holds the blunt propped between his two fingers—tossing jake his lighter as he clicks the little piece of metal, igniting it.

you grind harder against his lap, lost in the feeling of sunghoon's lips molding against yours. when he pulls away, you're breathless, antsy—eager as your hands cup his face, chasing an embrace. you turn to jake, pouting with swollen lips "jakey..." your fingers tangle against the fabric of his shirt. "shhh... I know, baby. 'you'll get what you want," he bucks his hips against your aching, pany clad center. "'just be patient."

beside you, sunghoon takes a long drag. smoke swirls around the three of you as he leans back in. "there you go..." jake redirects your attention, "say ah for him, sweetheart." the younger's hand lightly wraps around your throat, applying light pressure as his lips graze your gaping mouth. then, he blows.

a steady stream of smoke breaches past your lips. you choke back a whine, feeling extremely hot. the man beneath you taps at your thighs. "all of it, y/n." he's firm, eyes darting between you and sunghoon as he sighs out the last bit of smoke. "good girl." sunghoon clicks, eyes flickering to jake with a fucked-out smirk plastered across his face. "what?" he inches even closer, "need me to treat you too?" he takes another drag—short but just as intentional before grabbing jake's face, squeezing just hard enough to make his lips purse.

you watch dazed as they shotgun, feeling yourself grow impossibly wet. you can't help but to notice sunghoon's protruding bulge—heavy, prominent through the grey fabric of his sweatpants. the sight makes you whimper, your hand creeping slowly to the waistband of your panties. you press at your clit, swallowing a gasp as jake's grip tightens on you. "that desperate?" he cocks his head back towards you. "I think she's too far gone." sunghoon grins, placing the half-smoked joint between your lips. "I think she likes it when we kiss." you nod fervently, incapable of denying the men. "mmm..." jake hums, tracing shapes at your sides before deciding.

he carefully hikes his hoodie over your body, gently picking you up from his lap and placing you down on the edge of the cushion. his eyes catch on the sight of your hardened nipples as he trails down your body. "she's soaked." the two examine the wet patch on display leaking through your underwear.

sunghoon brought two fingers to prod at your hole through the cotton material—digging into the ruined fabric, watching you squirm. "you want us to keep going?"

"y-yes, fuck! please, please k-keep going." he nodded at jake who was already peeling his shirt over his head. he did the same. you stared in awe as they stripped themselves down, exposing the toned muscles of their stomachs and the curves of their biceps. sunghoon patted his lap, signaling for jake to climb atop of him—their cocks stood hard, flush and leaking against each other. "touch yourself," he commanded, sparing you an ounce of his attention before turning back to jake. "and don't you cum before smoking that all the way out." the man smirked against his best friend's lips, his hand sinking down jake's chest to firmly hold their dicks together.

you tested the waters, dipping your fingertips inside to collect any slick before dragging them up to smear your clit in the stickiness. you rubbed in small circles, enamoured by the sight in front of you. the two men moved their mouths against one another with a tender passion, sunghoon's hand wrapped around jake's as he thrust both their cock's between their fists. "agh..!" you mewled, slipping two fingers between the walls of your cunt—inhaling, taking a deep breath and allowing smoke to curdle and sting your lungs.

"fuck, man..." jake swears, sunghoon's thumb tracing over his tip whilst he breathlessly laughs. "'feels good, right?" he groans, tightening his fist as they continue to frot. jake's throat bobs, his adam's apple poking as he throws his head back.

you take another puff, slipping in a third finger and gasping at the stretch. one of your hands tweaks at the hard peak of your nipple, your back arches as you shove your fingers deeper. your flushed knuckles brush your entrance, your fingertips stretch to reach your g-spot. you curl them tightly, thumbing at your clit as the knot in your stomach tightens.

their cocks rut against one another—the friction is delicious, precum drips, spilling past the barrier of their joint fist. you swear you can see sunghoon's tip angrily throbbing, jake's weeping everywhere. "s-sunghoon," jake exasperates, rolling his hips. "dude, ser—agh! seriously... fuck!" he chokes on his words, abdomen flexing as his orgasm nears. "look..." he grins. "fuck, you're so hard." sunghoon bucks a little faster now, his lip twitching as his eyes shut tight.

you pinch your clit, taking one last drag at the joint between your lips before watching as the glowing orangey-red end fades to grey. finally. "mmpf!" you thrust one final time before cumming. slick lathered around the base of your fingers as you cream everywhere. "ah, ah..! 'jakey... 'hoon." you gasp their names watching as thick ropes of hot cum spurt from their tips. drool pooled at the corners of your mouth, head foggy as you watched the way it dripped down their stomachs—rising in falling in rapid spurts.

without another word, jake swiped his fingers across the man's abs, collecting his cum before leaning over and replacing the butt with his fingers. "suck f'me, baby... there y'go." your lips enveloped his fingers, sucking them clean as you basked in the salty taste of their semon. you swirled your tongue between the two muscles, opening your mouth with your tongue out so he could see.

not a drop left.

"'so nasty." sunghoon chimed. he stood from the couch, walking behind you. "'you enjoy that?" he whispered against the shell of your ear. you shivered, dumbly nodding as his hands came down to knead your breasts. "you looked so pretty when you came," jake kissed at your neck. "such a good girl..." he purred. "'even finished this," referring to the joint sunghoon had rolled he grinned. "just like 'hoonie asked you to."

"I think she deserves a reward." sunghoon carefully lifted you from the couch, a small damp spot left behind in your place. "what d'you think, sweet girl?" you nodded, pecking kisses across his face as he laughed. "hm... what 'bout you, jakey? up to treating our baby?" with no hesitance, he nodded, sitting up as he let sunghoon reposition you.

he brought you around to hover above his lap. he fisted his cock, lazily stroking until it stood once more before slowly pushing into your sore cunt. "o-oh my god..." you whined feeling the stretch of his shaft as he bottomed out. "it feels... 'feels good, m'so full, ssshit." you babbled. sunghoon carefully parted your thighs, making room for the eldest to sneak between your legs on his knees. "yeah? jakey's 'gonna make you feel extra good." he spread your folds, watching his friend's eyes blow out at the sight.

"sound good?" jake murmured, trailing kisses from your trembling knees to your thighs. you nodded. "speak." sunghoon slapped at your clit, your jaw falling slack in a silent cry. "y-yes! sounds good... so good, p-please." was all it took—he was buried in your cunt... as far as he could get, at least with sunghoon's cock buried deep inside of you. he lapped at your clit, puckering his lips as he made out with your cunt. "mm... jake!" your hands tangled into his hair, he groaned feeling you yank on his scalp.

"he's doing so good isn't he?" sunghoon groped at your chest, fondling the swell of your boobs as you squirmed on top of him. jake sucked up your juices like a madman starved of water, slurping around the base of his friend's cock to collect your slick. "taste like heaven." his words echoed, vibrating against your pussy and making you clench.

the knot returns—your body trembling as waves of pleasure threaten to crash over you. you cum with sunghoon's cock still nestled deep inside of your, your jaw slack and your eyes foggy and white. jake, still buried between your thighs continues his assault. lips dampened by slick and spit. you nails dig harder into his scalp as your orgasm pulses through you. jake carries you through your high, finally pulling away in a pussydrunk daze as he wipes his mouth. "look at you..." sunghoon coos, pulling your hair back as he leans into your neck.

"s'full of me," he trails soft kisses across your jaw before pressing his palm flat on the bulge poking through your stomach. jake slides his sweatpants up to hang loosely around his hips, tossing sunghoon's shirt along with his pants. "took it so good." he grabs your jaw, placing a kiss on the bruised swell of your lips. "you too," he grins, winking at jake who flops down on his back beside you.

"'can't feel my legs." he murmur against his jaw, tired and lazy. "you're high, baby." jake smiles, pulling his hoodie back over your head as sunghoon ride his sweats up his thighs. "'couldn't stop squirmin'... so pretty," he kisses your lips before falling back down across the both of your laps. "don't tease me," you playfully hit him, giggling when he clutched his chest theatrically. "he's not teasing, sweet girl." sunghoon squeezed you tight from behind in a warm hug.

"damn... I really want some cereal." jake churned. you looked down at him in genuine disbelief. "cereal? right now?" he nodded, staring up at you and 'hoon. "I could go for some too, honestly."

"what are you two talking about?"

they erupt into a conjoined laughter. "y'know like..." jake trails off, thinking. "cinnamon toast crunch, cold milk... a big ass spoon too." he points. you roll your eyes, leaning back into sunghoon's chest. "that does sound good." the other man chimes. you zone out for a minute, jake poking at your thigh. "you made a mess." he chuckles. "stop it," you grimace, slowly standing and plopping between the two. you felt relaxed as sunghoon's large hands came up to knead the aching flesh of your thighs, jake's fingers absentmindedly combing through your hair.

"okay, but seriously. snacks..." you open your eyes, turning to jake who's now been hit with what seems to be a serious hunger induced by his high. "I want hot chips," you glance over at sunghoon. "and sour candy, oh! and soda." he nods, turning over to jake. "you already know what I want man." cereal. he hikes his pants all the way up, tying the strings of his sweatpants before reaching for his shirt. "clean up while I'm gone, yeah?" the both of you nod, agreeing to shower and clean up while sunghoon goes out to pick up your snacks.

"thanks, 'honnie." you flash a quaint smile, nudging jake in the ribs. "thank you!" he mimics your sickeningly sweet tone.

"whatever, you guys are lucky."

[loonaphilee]

hey so this is the best thing I ever read in my actual life

[loonaphilee]

all I do is complain these days... FLASHOVER ENHA SOTY?! BAD DESIRE ENHA SOTY?! SKYFALL MINGHAO SOTY?! SOOOO much good music has come out this year... we may go into a recession.. we may have ww3... but its a good year for kpop 😝

[loonaphilee]

now... where are all the 3some jakehoon smuts.. am I just.. do I not know what to look for? tsk tsk.. disappointed.

[simpjaes]

✘ WIP DIARY ── LAST NIGHT, I READ YOUR DIARY. (p.sh) ✘

Sunghoon has been trying be everything you need since your mother passed. A father, a friend, a therapist. You never really understood what your mother saw in him in the first place, if you’re being honest. He’s awkward, quiet, and typically used to keep to himself up until now. You’re impressed with his efforts by the time you’re entering into your senior year of college, though his entire demeanor towards you seems to have changed.  or the one where your step-father grows obsessed with you minute by minute. 

── step-dad /weirdo park sunghoon x afab reader  

── minors dni

── tags: sunghoon is in his 30s, reader is in her 20s so, age gap, step-cest, heartbreak, obsession, manipulation, coercion, stockholm syndrome-ish, fluff if he manipulates you as a reader lmfao, angst, smut. don't read this if you are easily triggered. ── side characters: heeseung as reader's ex boyfriend, jay as reader's closest friend

── !WARNINGS!: this work contains non-con, dub-con, and stalking behavior. your mom isn’t alive in this fic. warnings will be updated as i write.

── a/n: this one is gonna be a wild ride, that's all i gotta say.

LAST UPDATED: 4.23.25

⨯ est wordcount: 30k+ ⨯ current wordcount: 18k ⨯ est release date: may 2025 for patreon, public release date is still tbd ⨯ taglist: open

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・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

Your first heartbreak is meant to be painful, but this? This is more painful than you could have ever imagined after what you’ve already gone through. 

Heeseung was one of your only constants in life. From childhood to high school it’s like he was there more than anyone else was, and certainly more than your own father. Even when your mother passed, Heeseung was the one who held you through it, he’s the one who made you smile again, he’s the one who made you feel like it was okay to heal and keep going despite the horrifying truth of your life. 

It’s the fact that it was a “mutual” break up that hurts the most because deep down, you couldn’t see yourself without him at that point. Yet, still, you willingly watched him hop on the plane with a short kiss and long goodbye. It felt so final to you. You could have handled a long distance relationship, truly. But Heeseung didn’t want that. He wanted to explore the world, he wanted to try new things, be with new people. 

He wanted to do things without you clinging to him all the time. 

In a way, you understand that. After all, you’re the only girl he had ever been with up until now. Senior year of college. You think you knew your relationship was coming to an end by the time he announced he was going to be studying abroad for his final year without ever once even telling you he was applying to do so. 

So, yeah, it was mutual solely because you want him to be happy and he’s made it clear that he believes that can only happen without you. Such is life. Painful, painful fucking life.  

You can’t imagine being the light in someone’s life anyway.

Just last year when your mother passed, you nearly dropped out and Heeseung had been your rock to make it through class after class with a grade barely high enough to pass. You’re certain some of your professors took pity on you and raised your grade just enough to move forward. You’ll forever thank them for recognizing how hard you were trying to hold it together. But now? Without your mother, without Heeseung, you’re at a loss.

And there’s a difference between loneliness and isolation, you think. Loneliness to you always hits hard during small spaces in your day, like when you’d get into Heeseung’s car and he would close your door for you. The silence always hurt your ears while he was still making his way around the car to the driver’s seat. A shallow loneliness that you could feel right at the top of your gut, like it was squeezing inside of you and making you lose your appetite. Solely because that silence reminded you of what you always had, a lack of loneliness because of him.

But then there’s isolation. Where it feels forced upon you by other people. Your mother fucking died, Heeseung fucking left, and now you’re just here expected to wake up like you always do, go to class, study hard, sleep well, when the reality of it is– you’re genuinely struggling just to look at yourself in the mirror. 

Then there’s Sunghoon. The only person close enough to you now that you can reach out to. The issue with that is– you’ve never actually been close. And that’s what sucks. The fact that he of all people is all you have now? May as well just assume you have nobody.

His regular calls meant close to nothing to you in the grand scheme of things. Despite him calling twice a week every week since your mother died, your step-father is just as distanced from you as you are him. You’re aware that it’s his obligation, not because he cares. And that hurts, because it’s all you have now. 

Now, you have to try and find meaning in those short calls. After all, Sunghoon fell apart when your mother passed all on his own, with no one beside him. You had only called him out of obligation too. You were already in college and stressed, falling apart yourself with someone to love beside you helping you through it. Calling him when it all happened felt empty because you knew both of you were trying to hold it together and save face. 

It wasn’t like this before she died. In fact, he never called and you never cared for him to. You’d see each other when you were home, share awkward pleasantries, and that’s it. It’s hard to believe that now you feel like you need a father, after all those years of practically rejecting him as one. He seemed fine with the rejection after you hit your teen years. He knew by then that he could never be the father you want, but at least he could be the husband your mother needed.

You have grief in common now though. Loneliness. Isolation.

You try not to think about how you were okay up until now. Having Heeseung to fall back on to soften the blow of your loss, you guess Sunghoon didn’t have that. Maybe his monotone voice and empty words through phone calls were his way of coping, a way of hearing a voice that wasn’t the one in his own head. 

It’s just you and a man you never considered family past the titles and obligatory respects. Finding meaning in his short phone calls does nothing to help your growing isolation, but you cling to them now that Heeseung is gone. You wait for the calls, you ask him to check in with you every day now, to the point Sunghoon starts to notice the difference in you.

No longer rushing to get off the phone. Now, you’re dragging on meaningless conversations. Now, he hears cracks in your voice. 

“You feeling okay?” Sunghoon asks you, in a way that makes you wonder how he’s able to tell that you’re definitely not. The way his own voice has a bit of life to it when he asks it is…strange too. Like he’s concerned. 

“No–” You trail off in your meek voice, staring at your ceiling and mind swirling with all of the work you need to get done for classes already. “I’ve only been in classes for a week and I already feel like I’m drowning.” 

Sunghoon sighs into the speaker, contemplating how to further the conversation with you in a way that isn’t too intrusive. After all, who is he to pry? Still, he never intended for you to feel neglected or like you couldn’t come to him. After all, you were too happy about his lack of parenting you throughout his presence in your life. 

He finds solace in the fact that you’ve been accepting him now, though he hasn’t the slightest idea as to why. He’s checked in with you since the passing, but lately it feels to him like something more is going on with you. He may be somewhat estranged, and he may have his own problems to deal with, but you’re still someone he needs to be here for. 

Plus, it makes him feel needed again, which is nice considering the circumstances. After living in this bustling house with you and your mom for so long, to it just being him and your mom, to now just him…all that remains now is dread, dissociation, and his own thoughts.

“Did something happen?” Sunghoon keeps his questions short, offering more silence if anything for you to use this call as a therapy session if you need. 

You pause for a long moment, realizing that you want to talk about your issues so badly but don’t quite feel the need to share it with him, of all people. You’ve already ranted day after day to Jay. To the point you’re sure he’s about one rant away from blocking your number. 

Probably because you’re not that close to him either. Not these days, anyway.

You sigh instead. 

“No…” You trail off. “I think I just miss being home. My dorm mate is never here, class work is already piling up, and I can’t even find the energy to look at the assignments.” 

Sunghoon can tell you’re feeling much like he does and he can’t imagine the weight on your shoulders dealing with these feelings while also in college. Sure, he has work, but it comes easy when he doesn’t even need to leave the house for it. When he’s the boss, and when he has people to practically do his job for him. You don’t have that. 

But, you have Heeseung, do you not? It appears to him that you’ve been doing okay until now, and you haven’t even brought him up. Not once in the past few weeks has his name been uttered by you. Which is strange, after all, the two of you were practically attached at the hip growing up, to the point of choosing the same college, working the same jobs, and even keeping that middle-school puppy love in full swing throughout highschool and college. 

If anything, after your mother passed, Sunghoon felt okay knowing you had Heeseung there with you to help you through it. It meant he could focus on himself and get through the day-to-day. He could barely handle his own mournful thoughts, let alone the daughter’s feelings of the woman he loved so dearly. He was forever grateful for Heeseung during this time. 

He has his suspicions now though, and his heart aches for the voice he hears from you these days. 

“Why don’t you come home for a while?” He lends a pause to see if you’ll jump for the opportunity before selling the idea to you. “I have the bills here covered and your campus is only a forty minute drive. I’m sure that’s inconvenient but you won’t have bills to worry about on top of everything else.” He doesn’t want to sound too desperate, of course. 

After all, the loneliness he’s feeling is also becoming unbearable. Even if the two of you never were able to see eye to eye, or to form a bond together, you’re all he has left of your mother. He, arguably, is nothing to you, but there’s no one else in this world he’d rather heal the loneliness with outside of you. Only because you knew your mother on a level deeper than he did, and to have someone to share those memories with, or even laugh with, would help him tremendously too.

“I think being at home may do you some good.” 

You think it over in your head, wondering if being home will help you at all. In reality, you know it may make you feel more trapped than you do now. All those memories with your mother, with Heeseung, with all of your friends that have since moved to different colleges. 

But…you wouldn’t be alone. You’d be with someone who knows how to give you space because he’s never even tried to shrink your existence to that of your bedroom and your bedroom alone. You wouldn’t have to worry about rent, food, or anything aside from studies, gas money, and trying to heal from your heartbreak. 

Your dorm is small, you note as you look around the room and wonder how long it would take you to pack your things up. Two hours, give or take. The longest part would be taking all of the little decorations off the wall, if you’re being honest. 

You find yourself nodding before answering, solidifying in your mind that– maybe you’re not the only one who needs company in your space. Not too close, but close enough to not be totally isolated. 

“Okay.” You mutter into the phone, for some reason feeling the tears well up behind your eyes. 

You’re just a bit overwhelmed, that’s all. Knowing you’re going home feels like a relief you didn’t know you needed. 

“Yeah?” Sunghoon confirms. “Just let me know when and I’ll drive up there to help get your stuff back home.” 

You agree, sighing into the phone with a shaking voice. Sunghoon takes note of it, always remembering and quite frankly missing how loud and obnoxious you used to be. Hearing you like this pains him. He wants to help. Now more than ever is his chance to be someone you need, and he hates knowing he hasn’t already become that person for you.

Getting to be your father now? It feels awkward, but at least it’s a feeling other than loss. 

“You know you can talk to me, right?” Sunghoon sighs at you through the speaker. “I know I’m not someone you like coming to but–well, I’d like for you to rely on me more, okay?” 

You find a lot of comfort in those words, despite hearing him say them time and time again. This is the first time he’s ever shown that he means it through the offer of bringing you home, rather than just saying it and accepting whatever you say back to him at face value. 

“I know…” You trail off. “I’m okay though, really.” 

Sunghoon hates himself for never forcing you to accept him. Sure, there may have been some teenage defiance towards him, but eventually the two of you could have seen eye to eye. He could have been someone you needed. You could have relied on him too, rather than just Heeseung. That’s all he can really think right now. If there was ever a good time to do this, it was probably a year ago, the second best time is now. 

“Are you sure there’s nothing else going on?” The man nearly pleads in his tone, desperate to have someone rely on him again. “I’ve never heard you sound so exhausted before, I can’t help but worry.”

You’d tell him, but honestly, what grown ass man wants to hear about a first heartbreak? It would just get awkward again, he’d just feel obligated to do something about it, and worse, he might end up feeling like he’s supposed to dislike Heeseung now. 

You choose to remain silent in the final straw that broke your back this semester. 

“Really, I’m just tired.” You nod to yourself as you hold your phone loosely against your ear. “I might not go to class tomorrow and just pack instead. I’ll just call you when I’m ready, is that okay?”

Sunghoon smiles to himself, wanting to mean something to you in a way that can hopefully help you out of this slump. Your mother would be throwing a fit if she heard how you’ve been sounding, he can’t help but take over that role and try to make damn sure you are okay. 

“That’s fine,” Sunghoon confirms. “I’ll call and let them know what’s going on so don’t worry about any of that. Just get yourself ready to come back home.” 

You find yourself smiling, relieved that you don’t have to be the one to contact your school and tell them that…well, you’re breaking your student-lease, dropping your food plan, and need to be reimbursed for partial tuition costs since Sunghoon insists every semester that you purchase tuition insurance. You should no longer be charged to live on campus, or for the facilities within the dorm. 

Knowing you’ll at least get back a couple thousand dollars is a nice change of pace, and already you’re feeling weirdly excited to go back to a space that will likely make you miss your mother more. It’ll hurt, but at least you won’t be alone.

The forty minute drive to campus feels less horrifying now, and maybe your friends will still come and hang out with you in your actual home rather than a tiny dorm. 

“Sounds good.” You say, as if to end the call before you mutter out again. “Thank you, by the way. Sunghoon, really.” 

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

Sunghoon knew he was spiraling further and further into his loneliness. He knew it wasn’t healthy either, but now. Oh, now he realizes just how bad it’s gotten as he demonizes himself upon picking you up. 

You haven’t come home since your mother’s funeral, and even on that day he barely remembers what you looked like. Eye contact was never a thing for him, but looking at you now, he sees how much you’ve matured since you went off to college. Truly sees it.

Your once bright, excited eyes have turned dull and empty. The bags under them are heavy from lack of sleep. Your lips appear to be in a permanent state of pouting, though he isn’t sure if you’ve noticed. You appear to have lost weight, which is concerning for him of course, but…there’s something else about you.

Something that sits in the pit of his stomach and rots.

“Uh–” You cough, noting the way Sunghoon looks at you as you try to hand him a large box. “Thank you for helping me move my stuff back…” 

Sunghoon snaps out of his thoughts, grabbing a heavy box and then waiting for you to stack another on top. 

“No big deal,” He mutters, feeling the weight in his hands double as he prepares to carefully carry your things out to his car. “You haven’t been home in a while so, I’ve fixed up your room for you and went ahead and connected my gaming system in there.”

You nod quietly, feeling awkward for how fatherly he seems.

“Thanks…” You trail off, flopping a pile of your things into his trunk before stopping to look at him. “You look like shit.”

Sunghoon furrows his brows, noticing for a split second how that facial expression you made is very similar to one his wife used to throw at him when he’d have hair out of place, or a wardrobe malfunction. And then he smiles. 

“You’re not looking too good yourself.” He jokes out to you with a small, breathy laugh.

You smile back at him, feeling a bit of the awkward air fizzle away. 

“Well, I’m not doing well, so.” 

You were continuing the joke, but his face falls before yours does. 

“You can talk to me–” He starts.

“I know, I know.” You wave him off. “I’ll feel a lot better once we get back and I can settle in.

There’s a nod from him now, and then silence as the two of you continue to put the rest of your belongings into both his car and your own. 

“Well, I guess I’ll see you in a bit?” You say now, awkwardly.

Sunghoon nods, looking you over once again.

“See you in a bit.” 

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Shame.

Pure fucking shame. 

Sunghoon knew he needed another presence in this house but upon seeing you again, he knew that this may have been a mistake. 

He likes to think of himself as level headed. He’s never gotten into any trouble, never had a stray thought, never cheated, lied, or stole anything. He can’t think of a single thing that he’s done in life to be considered taboo.  But simply looking at you feels…incorrect?

Indecent? 

You’re his step-daughter for fuck sake but it’s the fact that you don’t feel like you are. When he looks at you, he just sees another person. He did this to help you, he did this to feel needed, to be your fucking father. 

He did not do this to look at you this way or to feel his eye stray even without his intention. Why do you look so much like her? Why do you do that thing with your pinky when you carry things like she did? You even have a similar smell, probably having picked up on your mother’s habits throughout childhood. 

You being here…It’s like she’s still here. Except it’s you, and he can’t be thinking this way yet his mind still spirals. Already he’s caught himself nearly calling out her name rather than yours when your back is turned to him.

And for you, it just feels…too nostalgic right now. Walking through the door for the first time and not being able to see your mother running to greet you. 

Ouch. It’s like your body reacted, dropping everything in your hands to expect a hug, only to feel and see nothing while Sunghoon bumped into your back by accident with your things.

“Oh– Sorry.” He said briefly, stepping back and trying not to drop your boxes. 

You moved quickly out of his way, stepping into the room and grabbing a box from him. The smell in the house hit you harder than anything though. It still smells like her perfume, you suspect Sunghoon must be spraying it quite often for it to be this strong. 

It’s suffocating. So much so that it takes every ounce of energy for you to gather the rest of your things to put them in your room without your eyes burning with tears. Only able to breathe one full breath when the bedroom door is closed and your window is open. 

This is not how you cope. Still being able to smell her hurts, despite knowing it’s nothing more than a too-expensive bottle of perfume you can buy from any high end store. It’s more than that to you, and more than that to Sunghoon. It’s her. 

That scent he had grown accustomed to does not assault his nostrils, if at all, his skin burns when the air isn’t polluted by it. Still, unaware of why, Sunghoon had noted the rush in your step. He tries to pay no mind to the way you lock yourself behind that door, knowing you’re needing to settle in before he makes any effort to be who you need right now. After all, his mind is struggling to be a good father right now too. He needs the distance just like you do.

And what exactly does being a good father entail, exactly? Give you your space, make sure you’re fed, throw around a few shitty jokes? Fuck if he knows. All he can do is try to pretend that this isn’t awkward. That his mind isn’t going in fifteen different directions regarding this situation as a whole. Ten of those directions being…well, not savory for most.

Intrusive thoughts. That’s new, even for him. 

So, he lets you stay in that room walls away, and he mimics the action himself by closing himself in his own bedroom that he’s grown to despise. Alone again, empty, lying in a bed that always felt so full until she was no longer here. 

The walls, empty of photos because he struggled to look at them day after day. The scent of her perfume is still in the air by his own doing. Nothing has changed for the better, even with you just down the hallway. And you can argue that you feel the same.

Then again, expecting an immediate change is more insane than the two of your struggling minds put together. 

Already, you miss the tiny dorm room you just abandoned. There weren't many places to cry in there, but here there’s far too many corners with memories, far too many walls and windows to contemplate while you stare off. Much like him, much much like Sunghoon, it just feels…worse.

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This fic will be dark, very taboo, morally bad. Not a grey area, it is blatantly bad. sunghoon will do bad things. Please be aware of your own triggers once it's completed and posted. I write within my own triggers, not yours.  ・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

[loonaphilee]

this is going to be insane I'm genuinely so excited

[loonaphilee]

enchella today... time for locals who only listen to mainstream pop to ask about the hot aussie guy.. 💔

[loonaphilee]

i dont post often here but I'm actually so broken hearted! i saw the PERFECT sunghoon fic. idk if it was a preview or the full thing but I could have sworrrrrnnn I added it to my likes to save for later. i also could have sworn @/simpjaes wrote it or at least reposted it. but I went thru their WHOLEEEE account and I couldn't find it. it was about priest vampire sunghoon I think? or something like that. my favorite fics are both vampirism and blasphemy ones. so I was SO excited to read it when I had time or when it came out if it was actually a teaser. but nope. there is a chance the person who made it (simpjaes or other) deleted it bc maybe it wasn't supposed to be out yet. which if it's so that's fair. but if any of you know what I'm talking about please help! I'm 90% sure it was nsfw but it might have just been suggestive.

[soheeunderthesun]

Rule 1: Never ask for their names - once you put a name to such a pretty face, they’ll be all you can think about!

Rule 2: If you see them in the hallway, no you didn’t!! - once you get caught looking, you’re doomed baby

Rule 3: Never get too comfortable - you might think you’ve got them all figured out, spoiler alert! you haven’t!

Rule 4: Don’t get too emotional- if you are about fall for their charms. Don’t. They are like fire, they warm you up, but getting to close might burn ya.

Rule 5: jealous? Don’t be. - they’re hot, smart and charming, of course they can’t help but make admires everywhere! it’s nothing personal, it’s just in their nature. So don’t get possessive honey, it’s not for the faint of heart.

Final rule: Don’t say you haven’t been warned - Proceed with caution.

warning - cursing and angst / WC - 2K

🧋 Osaki Shotaro -

He is in one of your classes, and he is incredibly diligent, like he is always on top of the material, knows the subject inside and out and understands it very quickly. So when you first transferred to the university, it kinda drove you crazy how perfect he seemed at everything. Acing his classes, dancing like he was born to be a performer, working at a cafe earning some moneyzz and he somehow still had the time to be everyone's best friend. Like cmon, how is that even humanly possible? You remember hoping for him to crack and reveal a hidden flaw. That he’d maybe be one of those people who snapped at the slightest inconvenience, like him yelling at another student for not understanding his explanations or having some random meltdown over a misplaced book, fuck just anything! Just something to make him less annoyingly perfect. So yes, Shotaro is the kind of student who stands out, not just because of how smart he is, but also because of how approachable and friendly he is towards other people who cross his path. 

So yeah.. that's why it doesn't sound too far off that Shotaro is helping you with your assignments, he stepped in because he heard you complaining about how overwhelmed you were and joked about dropping out, of course he couldn’t just let that slide, being the genuinely good person he is.

The study sessions you guys have are not awkward at all. Shotaro is really easy to be around, always nice and patient with you. He will laugh when you get frustrated, but it isn’t in a mean and belittling way. More like a “aww, you’re cute when you get all pouty and mad” kind of laugh. He is always encouraging you, never making you feel dumb, even though you are pretty sure you've said some pretty brainless things sometimes (many times) The more you spent time together, the more you learn about him. Like how he’s into dancing and tutors kids in the neighborhood. Oh, and his obsession with boba? That was a given, so every time you would finish a session, he’d offer you one as a treat.

So it wasn’t hard to grow feelings for him. He is beautiful inside and out, it’s not really your fault, it’s not like you’re the only one. Everyone must have had a crush on Shotaro at some point of knowing him. The good thing is, you’re not embarrassed by your feelings, you’re in fact certain that Shotaro knows about them too. In the way you try to meet his eyes more often than others, or the way you always make time for him even though you’re scheduled is packed. Having a crush on Shotaro felt safe, even if you were to get rejected, It would probably feel like him gently laying you down on a pillow, kissing your forehead, and making you feel both cared for and at peace, as if everything would be okay.

To your surprise, when you finally open up about your feelings, he starts to pull away. It hurt you, like hell. You expect him to at least still want to spend time with you.. after all, it wasn’t the first time a friend had confessed to him. Was it the way you said it? Were you too forward? You thought you were beyond that, that you two were past the surface-level stuff and ready for something real. Instead, he just pulls the rug out from under you.

You got too comfortable.. you fell for him.. and look what that left you with. A broken heart.

🎸 Park Wonbin -

At first he seems really mysterious, like he hardly ever talks to anyone except his close friends, and mostly if not always keep to himself. You’d occasionally see him in the hallways and one day as you walked past him, you couldn't help but ask Karina “who is he?” automatically she glanced at him “oh yn.. don’t even think about it. He’s handsome sure, but it’s a recipe for disaster” of course you don’t really think much of it since you just started at the uni and you past by hundreds of faces everyday, his face is just one out of many. Oh how wrong you were.. somehow Wonbin always stays in your mind. He has caught your attention without a single meeting, his face is on your mind 24/7. You wanna get to know him, wanna hear his voice and see who is hiding behind that stoic facade. Sometimes you think you’ve gone crazy, okay maybe desperate is a better word for it. Karina tells you to either man up and do something about it or forget all about him to save your heart. What is the big deal? It’s won’t hurt to strike up a conversation right?

Here you are, pushing a cart full of cleaning supplies through the campus auditorium after a student-run performance. The place had been filled with noise and excitement earlier, but now it was quiet and empty. It is going to be a long night you think, especially since the other student volunteers hasnt shown up yet. You don’t mind doing the work alone, but it was a bit daunting to clean such a large space by yourself. But to your luck, someone was already in the auditorium mopping the floor in the back of the corner. The guy looks up due to hearing you approach and you meet his pretty brown eyes. Wonbin. So lucky lucky you!

Turns out speaking with Wonbin isn’t that hard. He just needed to warm up to you, and warm up he did! The rest of the volunteers bailed on you guys, so you guys could really talk about anything and everything. You guys joked, made fun of each other and he really showed his silliness in front of you. Oh how easy it is to crack Wonbin out of his shell you think. It felt like talking to an old friend, even though it’s your first meeting. That’s how comforting Wonbin’s space is. You learned that his closest friends are Shotaro and Sohee, two other guys studying at the university. He told you he would like to get to know other people more, but he isn’t the best at striking up a conversation so that might be why he comes off as distant and cold. Oh Wonbin.. you can be his friend! but you ALSO wanna kiss his face! You notice along the way an underlying feeling that he wasn't fully opening up, but it makes sense though, you guys just met. After the you guys were done cleaning, you exchanged socials and promised to meet up again. “It’s nice to go out with friends that isn’t Shotaro and Sohee” he says which earns him a chuckle from you.

You guys text, text text and text. It is an awful lot of texting compared to actually meeting up.. cmon Wonbin, didn’t you say you needed a new friend? So without doubt you ask him to meet up at a cafe, in which he immediately replied with a “yes”

You sit at cafe ‘Clover’ patiently waiting for Wonbin to show up, you have already ordered an ice americano for him to drink and a beverage to yourself. Minutes pass and he still hasn’t showed up yet, maybe he is late, or maybe something came up. The least he could do is text you.. Then you see 3 guys entering the cafe, your heart starts to beat in your chest seeing Wonbin in his leather jacket and black pants. You smile and wave at him, exited that he’s finally hear to hangout but he avoids eye contact with you. Looking away and starts talking to Shotaro. Ouch..

Ever since that day, he stops texting you. Every time you pass by each other he doesn’t even look your way. Ever since you asked for his name your heart has been a beating mess.

You should have listened to Karina, she was right. Finding out who the cute guy in the hallway led only to one thing. Your heartbreak.

💂‍♂️ Lee Sohee -

On your first day at university Sohee was kinda like your personal guide, making sure you didn’t feel lost or out of place in such a big place. He showed you around campus, pointing out all the best spots and making sure you knew where everything was. He invites you to parties, and introduces you to everyone he knows, making sure you were included in all the fun. You notice how well liked he is, he effortlessly charms everyone around him, but there’s something about the way he treats you that makes you feel like you’re the only one in the room. Giving kinda fuckboy behaviour ngl, but there's a warmth to him that makes you feel completely at ease.

At parties Sohee and you were always the first ones to team up for games and honestly you two were unstoppable. You’d crush it every time whether it was beerpong, flipcup, or whatever else they threw at you. Omg on the dance floor? Forget it. You are totally killing it everyone watching you two with envy.

One of your favorite things that you two do together is karaoke! you will head to the nearest noraebang and he will for sure show off his killer voice, Justin Bieber who? you only know Lee Sohee. It was hard not to feel serenaded every time he hit those high notes. You also enjoy the late-night walks you’d take, no rush, no destination. It was always the perfect way to end the night.

In one of those late-night walks he seemed a little more serious than usual. Out of nowhere Sohee mentioned a girl he is seeing "I didn't really wanna say anything because I wasn't sure where I was going with her, but now Im pretty sure I like her a lot!" You try not to let it bother you, but deep down, you cant help it. You were never worried before. I mean You know he always been a bit of a player and never sticking around with anyone for too long. Holy shit hearing him talk about her like this.. like he actually wanted something real. A part of you is happy for him, but another part of you feel extremely jealous.

As he talked about her, you couldn’t help but feel your stomach drop. Aren’t you good enough for him? you guys are closer than anyone else. Doesn't that count? Like you both click perfectly, share interests, inside jokes, hours of late-night talks. It felt like you were already a couple in so many ways, so why wasn’t it you he was serious about?

You tried to keep it together, but deep down, you cant shake the feeling. You were happy for him, but at the same time, you couldn’t help but wonder if you two would’ve been a better match. Maybe even a perfect one. But now, knowing he was getting into a relationship with her, it hit harder than you expected. Oh how the jealousy is eating you up!

Maybe the best you’d ever be was the person he turned to when he needed a friend. That hurt more than anything, because you realized you’d never be the one who had his heart like he had yours..

‘Heartthrob trio’? more like ‘Heartbreak trio’

Hi guys thank you so much for reading!! Please feel free to comment your thoughts on this, it would mean the world!

Thank you, I love you 🫶

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tag - @loonaphilee

[loonaphilee]

first post cus why is nobody on this site obsessed with sohee like me 😞 on every riize fic account I've seen, the member with the least fics (or sometimes none) is sohee.

[nyuoqi]

whenever you're losing hope, please remember that you are fighting not only for seunghan's nor riize's justice but also for the future of all idols out there. a single password and hand sign means nothing when we know that even the members themselves want seunghan back. if riize could fight for 10 months for seunghan then so can we

[astrobymarwa]

riize are slave workers, it's a slave contract they're under. their wants, needs, opinions and feelings all don't matter.

sm used seunghan as a pawn. they used him to show us how knetz think, and how knetz are who matters. not any other fan. not the members. nothing else.

they waited till the other members were in madrid and cornered seunghan into leaving. they left the wreaths on purpose. they didn't protect him on purpose. they bullied him into leaving.

they did all of this to shift the blame onto knetz. but sm is the one at fault, if they protected him non of this would've happened.

the other 6 will have to cater to them, as if nothing ever happened. hoping it's not their turn to be crucified next.

boycott riize

[wonlysm]

he so hot, he’s so handsome, he so boyfriend, I want him so bad AHHHHHHHHH THE MAN HE IS jaahabjahsjajsbjajs plsplsplsplsplspls

[faeriekit]

"This fic was ai generated—" Cool, so lemme block you real quick

[ddodol]

a bit of a lengthy read, but i think it's important to see this too. again, these are only assumptions based on facts that the fans have gathered. nothing is confirmed yet.

[kkurokitty]

i guess it’s time to dust off the old soap box. because i’m disappointed and disgusted by some of you.

to preface this, i am boycotting. i unfollowed all of their accounts, i blocked them on spotify, etc. this isn’t to punish the other six members, but to send a message to SM that their actions have consequences and that they’re unfortunately going to end up ruining RIIZE’s reputation for the shady way they are moving. they don’t deserve this. shotaro, eunseok, sungchan, wonbin, sohee, anton and seunghan all deserve better. that is the purpose of this boycott. i watched the streams on talk saxy skyrocket when he was announced to come back, i watched their twitter followers shoot up to 810k and i also watched them fall down to 732k (and still dropping) when the departure announcement was released.

i am ot7. but the way some of you are acting is despicable. it’s laughable how you guys are preaching about the harassment seunghan has received that has even spilled over to wonbin, sungchan, eunseok, sohee, etc. but then you turn around and harass people who have their own reasons to not participate in the boycott.

i agree, it would be nice if everyone could unite on this. but the reality is that people have their own attachments to the group and may not feel right ceasing all interaction with the group’s content. there are way more people participating in the boycott than you know. only about 100 people were amongst those who sent wreaths to SM and there are hundreds of thousands of people boycotting and rallying in seunghan’s honor.

which brings me to my next point. you guys are no better than the ones who sent funeral wreaths to seunghan, wrote his name in red ink, and told him to go to the han river and k*ll himself and that they’ll bully him until he does. sending death threats to people on tumblr because they aren’t doing what you want them to is the same thing. you’re cut from the same cloth. you want to preach about safety and mental health when it comes to him - which you should, he deserves to be safe and healthy - but then you turn around and send the same threats to someone who isn’t participating in the boycott. why is it okay when the person isn’t a celebrity? you people say that SM supports bullies, and they do, but you’re bullies too.

boycotting works. it does. i think more people should do it. but i also think it’s very hypocritical to bully and harass someone and send them death threats because they aren’t doing exactly as you are. behavior like that only drives someone further away from where you want them and you should be focusing your energy on those who are stalking and harassing the riize members and doxxing their families, not someone who just wants to write smut on tumblr.com.

i think some of you are boycotting for the wrong reasons. your goal and focus should be on the seven guys, not harassing people and waiting for the moment they turn anonymous asks back on so you can send them threats because they’re not completely cutting off the group. that’s embarrassing. that’s only giving more fuel to ot6s in the end. this is supposed to be a time where the fandom is united over his unfair departure from the group, but all you guys are doing is fighting and constantly adding fuel to the fire.

do fucking better.

[melobin-deactivated20260520]

This is so fucked up....this scares me because now the Korean fans will see that they have this much power and will use it as they want, for everything and mostly for nothing. It hurts because I love these seven boys so much. And seeing his return made me feel like truly everything is possible. But now him and the members will be hurt because of their own fans, which I feel will affect the relationship that the six other members had with the fans as well. Because wdym when you're not happy you can get me out of the group ? Could you trust your fandom ? Could you confide and search for comfort in these people knowing that they prioritized their own selfish thoughts but still claim that they love you ?

kfans terrify me like i feel like we all knew there’d be a reaction with his return but i never expected them to go to such lengths and to end up having the decision over turned. i also feel like announcing his return then two days left his withdrawal is fucking insane on sm’s behalf like .. changing your mind about such a big decision and playing with fans emotions they way that they have is sickening. i hope people don’t use this to take advantage of things and i also hope people don’t attempt to blame the other six for this. the whole things is so fucked