─────⋆˚࿔ ⋆ honey on ice ( psh ! )
✩ˎˊ˗ enhypen masterlist
⤷ pairing — sunghoon x fem!reader
⤷ word count — 18.4k ⤷ permanent taglist — open !
⤷ warnings — smut (minors dni), p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), non idol au, dilf!sunghoon, single dad!sunghoon, ice skater!sunghoon, college!reader, nanny!reader, size kink, praise kink, slight dumbification (reader gets v babygirl-coded), manhandling, light nipple play, oral (f receiving), overstimulation, creampie, aftercare, soft dom!sunghoon, slight breeding kink, mentions of pregnancy, fluff
✩ˎˊ˗ summary — you were supposed to save his daughter from loneliness—not him. park sunghoon has it all: medals, money, and a schedule too packed for bedtime stories. when his little girl starts closing off, he hires you—a broke college student with a bright laugh and quiet charm—as her nanny. you’re warm, young, and everything his cold, controlled world isn’t. or where saving him was never in the job description—but you did it anyway.
It was late into the night, the soft hum of the television filling the massive living room of Park Sunghoon’s estate. The faint glow of the screen cast light across the leather couches where Sunghoon sat slouched with a bottle of beer dangling loosely in his hand.
Chips and half-empty takeout boxes were sprawled across the coffee table—evidence of three hours spent yelling at football players they’d never meet.
Heeseung was nearest the remote, lazily clicking through channels until Sunghoon let out a deep sigh that made all three heads turn.
“I swear…” Sunghoon muttered, rubbing a hand over his face. “I’m trying to be a better father to Sooyun.”
Heeseung’s thumb paused on the remote as he shot him a knowing look. With a sigh, he lowered the volume. “Alright, here we go. Let’s all listen to Sunghoon complain about his miserable life again.”
“Fuck you,” Sunghoon said flatly, though his glare lacked any real heat.
Jay, sprawled casually on the loveseat across from them, smirked over his beer. “That’s mean. Let him vent. He’s sensitive.”
Jake, curled up in an armchair with one leg over the other, groaned dramatically.
“What now, Sunghoon? Did Sooyun draw a frowny face in her diary again? Or did she call you Mr. Park instead of dad?”
Sunghoon threw a chip at him—it missed. “I’m serious, assholes. Am I a shitty dad?”
Without hesitation, Heeseung and Jake chorused in unison: “Absolutely.”
Jay snorted into his drink, the sound muffled by the rim of the bottle.
“Goddamn it,” Sunghoon groaned, running both hands down his face as he leaned forward, elbows on knees.
“I’m trying my best for Sooyun. I give her whatever she wants. Toys, trips, dresses, a whole fucking pony if she asked—but it’s never enough. She’s always…” He trailed off, staring at his beer bottle like it held the answers.
“Sad,” Heeseung finished softly, voice surprisingly lacking its usual bite.
Sunghoon nodded, the crease between his brows deepening.
Jake leaned back with a sigh, swirling his beer lazily.
“Well, I mean… you’re always busy. Being a figure skating coach isn’t exactly a 9-to-5, dude. But let’s be honest—you’re out there looking after other people’s kids. Spoiled little heirs and heiresses whose rich parents don’t know how to raise them… sound familiar?”
The words hit harder than Sunghoon expected. He set his beer down on the table with a soft thud, staring blankly at the floor.
“Don’t turn into them,” Jay added quietly, picking up where Jake left off.
His eyes flicked briefly to Sunghoon before returning to the TV. “You’re not like those parents… yet.”
The silence that followed was thick, heavy with unsaid things. Sunghoon’s fingers tapped absently against his knee. “Okay, so what the hell do I do then?”
They all went quiet.
Then, Heeseung suddenly snapped his fingers with a grin. “I think I have a solution.”
“Oh boy,” Jake muttered, dragging a hand down his face.
“Shut up, this is genius.” Heeseung leaned forward like he was about to pitch the next big startup.
“Hire someone. A nanny. You know—someone young, fun, patient. Someone who can actually be there when you’re not.”
“A nanny?” Sunghoon echoed, eyebrows furrowed. “What am I, sixty?”
Jay chuckled under his breath. “You’re a single dad, Sunghoon. And your kid’s lonely. Don’t make this harder than it is.”
“Think about it,” Heeseung pressed, eyes gleaming now. “She gets someone to hang out with who’s not cold, distant, and dead inside like you—”
“Again. Fuck you.”
“—and you get peace of mind knowing she’s not sulking around this big empty house.”
Sunghoon rubbed his temple. “You make it sound so simple.”
Heeseung only grinned, leaning back into the couch as he took another lazy sip of his beer. “That’s because it is.”
Sunghoon shot him a flat look, his head lolling to the side against the leather. “What do you mean?”
“I know someone,” Heeseung started, his grin widening.
“Well—not me. My brother.” He paused, and the others immediately perked up.
Jake arched a brow. “This sounds suspicious already.”
Ignoring him, Heeseung continued, gesturing vaguely with his bottle. “He and his wife hire this college student. At least every month. Whenever they have to fly out of the country for business trips, she comes over to watch their kids.”
Sunghoon’s brow furrowed as he sat up straighter, resting his forearms on his thighs. “And I’m supposed to just trust some random college student with my daughter?”
Heeseung rolled his eyes, waving him off. “She’s not random. I’ve met her. She seems… sweet.”
Jay let out a low laugh from across the room, swirling his beer lazily. “Coming from you, that doesn’t say much.”
Heeseung’s grin dropped as he squinted at him. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
Jake, already biting back a laugh, didn’t even try to hide it this time. “It means you think every girl’s cute, Heeseung. A waitress smiles at you and you’re ready to wife her up.”
“Bullshit,” Heeseung scoffed, flipping Jake off.
“But seriously, she really is sweet. Like… good with kids, not annoying, and actually smart. She’s studying education or psychology or something. My brother’s wife raves about her.”
Sunghoon stayed quiet for a moment, fingers drumming against his knee. The idea was absurd. Entrust his daughter to some college kid he didn’t even know?
But then again, Sooyun’s sad little eyes flashed in his mind. The way she barely smiled anymore, how her room felt quieter lately even when she was home.
He let out a long breath. “I don’t know…”
“You don’t have to marry her, Sunghoon. Just meet her.” Heeseung tilted his head like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
“Talk to her, see if she’s a fit. If not, then fine. But at least try.”
Jay smirked, voice low and teasing. “Or maybe you’ll like her, and she’ll be Sooyun’s nanny and your emotional support system.”
“Fuck off.”
The room erupted with laughter. Jay nearly choked on his beer, Jake slapping his thigh as he doubled over, and Heeseung grinning like he’d just won some unspoken game.
Sunghoon leaned back against the leather couch with a groan, tipping his head up to stare at the ornate chandelier above.
“Send me her number,” he muttered, his voice low but reluctant. “I’ll look into it.”
Heeseung’s grin grew impossibly wider as he reached for his phone. “Look at you, Mr. Progress. Daddy of the Year.”
“Shut up,” Sunghoon grumbled, rubbing the back of his neck.
“Don’t fuck her on the first meeting, yeah?” Heeseung teased, typing something into his phone with a smirk.
The throw pillow flew across the room before he could even blink, smacking Heeseung square in the chest. He let out a surprised laugh as the pillow hit the floor.
“I’m not like you,” Sunghoon shot back, narrowing his eyes.
Jake leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees with an amused grin. “He’s right though. Heeseung would have her up against the counter by dinner.”
“Hey!” Heeseung protested, pointing a chip at Jake. “I have self-control. Sometimes.”
Sunghoon exhaled sharply, grabbing his beer again and swirling it in his hand. “I’m not hiring a nanny to flirt with her. This is for Sooyun. That’s it.”
“Sure,” Jay hummed, clearly unconvinced. “That’s what they all say.”
“Fuck all of you,” Sunghoon muttered, but there was no bite to his voice. He took a long sip, already dreading whatever setup Heeseung was planning.
Heeseung’s phone buzzed, and he waved it at Sunghoon with a shit-eating grin. “I already texted Heedo. Her name’s (Y/N). I’ll send you her number later. Don’t be an ass when you call her.”
“I won’t.” Sunghoon sighed again, staring at his phone on the coffee table like it had just become another thing to deal with.
Jake raised his beer in mock salute. “To Sooyun’s new nanny—and to Sunghoon hopefully getting laid for the first time in years.”
The throw pillow found its next victim.
The sound of animated singing drifted from the living room speakers as you gently tucked the two boys under their blanket, their small faces already soft with sleep.
The Disney movie credits rolled in the background, the room glowing with the warm light of the TV.
“Sweet dreams, Hamin. You too, Hyunmin,” you whispered, brushing Hyunmin’s hair back from his forehead.
“Night night,” Hamin mumbled sleepily, already clutching his stuffed lion tighter.
You smiled, your heart warming at the sight before you straightened up, quietly gathering the plastic plates and juice boxes abandoned on the coffee table.
You were halfway to the kitchen when a low voice called out from the hallway.
“(Y/N), can I talk to you for a second?”
Startled, you looked up to see Heedo, the boys’ father, leaning casually against the doorframe.
“Oh—sure,” you said, balancing the plates in your hands. “Just give me a moment.”
You carried the plates into the kitchen, setting them down carefully on the table.
But your eyes widened slightly when you noticed someone else sitting there—a tall man in a fitted black coat, sleeves pushed up just enough to show a luxury watch, his posture relaxed as he leaned back in the chair.
He gave you a lazy grin, one that was equal parts charming and mischievous. “Hey.”
You blinked at him, then at Heedo, and back. “Am I in trouble?” you asked cautiously, though there was a teasing lilt to your voice.
Both men chuckled.
“No, no trouble,” Heedo said, shaking his head. “Actually… Heeseung wanted to talk to you. So I’ll leave you two to it.”
You tilted your head slightly, brows furrowed in mild confusion, but nodded. “Uh… okay.”
Heedo excused himself with a smile, leaving you standing in the kitchen doorway with this stranger—well, not a total stranger. You’d heard of ‘Uncle Heeseung’ from the boys before.
Heeseung pushed off the chair slightly, arms crossing over his chest as he looked at you with an amused glint in his eyes. “(Y/N), right?”
You nodded quickly. “Yes, Mr. Lee.”
He barked out a short laugh. “Oh, no. Heeseung’s fine. Makes me feel old otherwise.”
You smiled politely, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “Okay… Heeseung.”
“Better.” He gave a small nod of approval. “So. (Y/N). You regularly babysit Hamin and Hyunmin, right?”
“When they need me, yeah,” you replied, crossing your arms loosely. “Why?”
Heeseung leaned casually against the counter, the corner of his mouth tugging upward.
“A friend of mine needs help with his daughter. And, well, I’ve seen how you are with my nephews. You’re good. And they adore you.”
You tilted your head slightly, an eyebrow raising. “Why are you the one telling me this and not your friend? Does he not have a mouth?”
That earned you a full laugh this time. “Feisty.” Heeseung’s grin widened as he shook his head. “I like that.”
Your brow furrowed a little more. “Not sure if that’s a compliment or if I should be worried.”
Heeseung chuckled, uncrossing his arms to rest his hands on the counter. “Relax. I’m just the one who knows you, so it felt easier to ask. You interested?”
You hesitated, glancing back toward the living room where Hamin and Hyunmin were snuggled under their blanket.
“What about Hamin and Hyunmin?”
Heeseung waved it off with a reassuring smile. “Don’t worry. I’ll cover them. This won’t interfere.”
You sighed, a small smile tugging at your lips despite your initial wariness. “Sure, I guess. I’ll help.”
“Atta girl.” Heeseung’s grin softened slightly. He reached for his phone, already scrolling through his contacts.
“I’ll give you his number. His name’s Park Sunghoon. Don’t let the cold exterior fool you—he’s not as scary as he looks.”
You raised a brow again, smirking a little. “Now should I be nervous?”
“Only if you’re afraid of handsome, broody single dads.” Heeseung winked.
You rolled your eyes playfully. “Noted.”
Reaching into your back pocket, you pulled out your phone and unlocked it, the screen glowing faintly in the warm kitchen light.
“Here,” you said, holding it out to Heeseung.
He took it without hesitation, his fingers flying over the screen as he quickly typed in a number.
You noticed the faint smirk tugging at his lips as he worked—like he knew something you didn’t.
“There,” Heeseung said finally, handing your phone back. “I’ll notify him soon. Probably tomorrow morning. Expect a call or a text.”
You nodded slowly, clutching your phone to your chest. “Alright…”
Heeseung’s grin softened as he pushed off the counter. “You’ll do great, (Y/N). Trust me.”
“Do I have a choice?” you asked under your breath, but he only chuckled.
“Not really.” He gave you one last wink before strolling out of the kitchen, his footsteps fading down the hall.
Left alone, you stood there for a moment staring at the empty doorway, your fingers tightening around your phone.
You glanced down at the screen where the new contact—stared back at you in neat numbers.
“What have I gotten myself into?” you muttered under your breath.
With a small sigh, you gathered the plastic plates again and carried them to the sink, the faint sound of water running as you began rinsing them off. Your mind was already racing.
“Please don’t let him be weird,” you whispered to yourself, shaking your head as you set the plates aside to dry.
The sleek black car rolled to a stop outside the massive building, its chrome letters gleaming under the pale winter sunlight: ‘PARK ICE & CO.’
Heeseung snorted under his breath as he slammed the car door shut. “Yeah, okay, flex harder, Sunghoon.”
His eyes flicked to the row of luxury cars parked nearby—Porsches, Teslas, even a matte black G-Wagon.
Shoving his hands into the pockets of his coat, Heeseung strolled toward the glass doors. The guard at the entrance straightened at the sight of him.
“Good morning, Mr. Lee.”
Heeseung nodded back with a lazy grin. “Morning.”
The first thing that hit him as the doors slid open was the sharp bite of cold air. It smelled faintly of ice, rubber, and hot chocolate—probably from the snack counter at the far end of the lobby.
But the next thing was louder: the sound of children laughing, skates scraping against ice, and a few harried babysitters watching nervously from benches lined along the rink.
Heeseung’s lips curled in amusement as he muttered to himself, “Rich people.”
His eyes scanned the rink until they found him.
Park Sunghoon.
The man stood out effortlessly—tall, lean, dressed in sleek black athletic wear as he moved fluidly across the ice. His voice was calm but firm as he instructed the group of young skaters clustered around him.
“Careful when stopping. Don’t let your weight pitch forward. You’ll hurt yourself if you tumble.”
Heeseung leaned casually against the glass, his arm brushing the cold surface as he watched Sunghoon smile at one of the smaller kids who nodded earnestly.
There had to be at least eighteen kids on the ice, their colorful jackets like moving confetti against the pristine rink.
“Coach Park,” Heeseung called out, his voice carrying easily over the ambient noise.
Sunghoon looked up instantly, his expression still calm, though his brow arched slightly. The smile didn’t leave his face—at least not yet.
Heeseung smirked, tapping the glass lightly. “Got a minute?”
Sunghoon turned to his assistant, murmuring something Heeseung couldn’t hear as he nodded and stepped forward to take over.
With a graceful push, he skated toward the edge of the rink, stopping neatly in front of Heeseung.
Leaning on the barrier, Sunghoon tilted his head, his dark hair slightly damp from the cold air. “What are you doing here?”
“I got you a babysitter,” Heeseung replied simply, his grin infuriatingly bright.
Sunghoon raised a brow, unlatching the small side door beside Heeseung. As he stepped off the ice, he crouched to remove the guards from his skates, his fingers quick and precise.
“What bribe did you offer Heedo to loan you his regular babysitter?” Sunghoon asked, standing tall again as he handed the guards to Heeseung.
Heeseung caught them with ease, shrugging. “I didn’t. I talked to (Y/N) myself.”
Sunghoon crossed his arms, the fabric of his jacket stretching slightly over his shoulders. “She said yes?”
“Yeah. Told her you needed one.”
“She agreed just like that?”
Heeseung leaned back against the glass, his grin widening. “Told you she’s a sweet girl.”
Sunghoon exhaled through his nose, shaking his head. “What now?”
“I sent you her number a few minutes ago. That should do it.”
Sunghoon’s gaze narrowed slightly. “Are you sure about her?”
Heeseung laughed, the sound echoing faintly in the cold rink air. “Come on, Coach Park. What do you take me for?”
“A fuckboy with no morals,” Sunghoon said flatly, one corner of his mouth twitching.
“Wow,” Heeseung sighed, dramatically clutching his chest. “The disrespect. I’m banning you from my company building with the amount of insults you throw at me daily.”
“Good,” Sunghoon muttered as he pulled the zipper of his jacket up slightly, already moving back toward the rink door.
“Don’t scare her, Sunghoon!” Heeseung called after him.
“You’re not even sure if I’ll reach out to her.” Sunghoon shot back over his shoulder, crouching briefly to pull off the last skate guard.
He tossed it lightly to Heeseung, who caught it with a grin.
“Seriously. That guy,” Heeseung muttered to himself with a shake of his head, watching as Sunghoon stepped smoothly back onto the ice and glided away like he hadn’t just been volunteered for a life change.
Sunghoon didn’t know how long he’d been spacing out after that. He barely remembered finishing the class.
Didn’t register the polite goodbyes from the kids or their parents.
Couldn’t even recall the moment he stopped by a restaurant to grab takeout—though the faint smell of soup lingering in the car told him he had.
He didn’t remember the drive home either, his luxury sports car eating up the darkened streets until the familiar towering gates of his estate came into view.
With a sigh, he pressed his thumb to the scanner by the driver’s side, the gates sliding open with a soft mechanical hum.
The tires crunched against the gravel driveway as he pulled in, the headlights briefly illuminating the grand facade of the Park residence before fading as he killed the engine.
Leaning back against the leather seat, Sunghoon let out a long breath, staring at nothing.
His fingers drummed absentmindedly against the steering wheel before he finally grabbed his things from the passenger seat—the brown paper bag of food and his sleek leather satchel—and pushed the door open.
The warm light from the house spilled out onto the driveway.
The first thing he heard wasn’t silence.
It was chaos.
“No, sushi tomorrow!” Jake’s voice echoed from inside.
“Pizza. You literally ate sushi yesterday, you weirdo,” Jay countered, his tone dripping with mock irritation.
Sunghoon’s eyes flicked to the living room as he stepped in, taking in the sight of his two friends half-sprawled on the couch, bickering like teenagers.
But his gaze softened when it landed on the small figure curled up in the corner.
Sooyun.
She was lying across the couch in her pink pajamas, her tiny arms hugging a stuffed bunny to her chest, her lashes fluttering slightly as she teetered on the edge of sleep.
Quietly, Sunghoon set down his things and walked over. He pulled the soft blanket from the arm of the couch and draped it over her small frame before kneeling down to press a gentle kiss to her forehead.
“Shut up,” he said without looking up, his voice quiet but firm.
Jake jumped slightly at the sound, his head whipping around. “Shit, you’re like a ninja—”
Jay chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. “Sorry, man.”
Sooyun stirred at the voices, rubbing her eyes with tiny fists as she blinked up at her father. “Hi, Daddy,” she whispered sleepily.
Sunghoon’s lips curved into a rare, soft smile. “Hey, baby.” He pressed another kiss to her forehead.
She reached out, her voice small. “Pick me up?”
“Of course.”
He scooped her up with practiced ease, cradling her against his chest as she buried her face into his shoulder. She still smelled faintly of baby powder and strawberry shampoo.
“Did you have fun with Uncle Jay and Jake?” he asked as he turned to face his friends, who were now watching with matching sheepish smiles.
Sooyun nodded, her voice muffled against his jacket. “They took me to eat nuggets after school.”
Sunghoon’s eyes softened again. He looked back at Jay and Jake, his expression unreadable at first before he sighed. “Seriously. You two… thank you.”
Jay waved him off with a small grin. “It’s nothing. I got off work early anyway.”
“Yeah, and it was my day off,” Jake added with a shrug.
Sunghoon arched a brow at them. “You two own your own companies.”
That earned him twin laughs. Jay ran a hand through his hair. “Exactly why we can sneak out whenever we want.”
“Yeah,” Jake said with a grin. “Plus, we love taking care of Sooyun, don’t we, baby?”
Sooyun peeked up from Sunghoon’s shoulder and beamed at them, her dimpled smile making Jake laugh and reach out to ruffle her hair gently.
“Seriously, thank you,” Sunghoon said again, his voice quieter this time, almost reluctant like the words didn’t come easy.
Jay picked up his jacket. “The stuff we bought for Sooyun’s in her room, by the way.”
“They got me stuffies!” Sooyun said excitedly, her tiny hands tugging at Sunghoon’s collar. “And they’re all pink, Daddy!”
Sunghoon couldn’t help the small chuckle that escaped him. “You spoil her, don’t you?”
Sooyun nodded solemnly. “They do. And I love them.”
Jake and Jay exchanged grins like proud uncles as Jake said, “We better get going before she starts crying for us to stay.”
Jay laughed softly, adjusting his coat. “Night, Hoon. Bye, Sooyun.”
“Bye, Uncles,” Sooyun said with a sleepy wave, her voice small.
Sunghoon nodded at them, watching as they slipped out of the door, the house falling quiet again save for the soft hum of the heating system.
Carrying Sooyun upstairs, Sunghoon nudged open the door to her room with his foot. The pink night light glowed faintly, casting her room in a soft, comforting hue.
He gently laid her down on her bed, tucking her in with practiced care as she clutched one of her new stuffed animals.
“Night night, Daddy,” she murmured, her lashes already lowering.
“Night night, baby,” he whispered back, brushing her hair from her forehead. He turned on her night light fully before flicking off the main switch.
As he closed her door quietly behind him, he let himself linger for a moment, his hand on the doorknob. His mind drifted—not to work, not to the rink, but to a name flashing on his phone earlier.
With a heavy sigh, he turned and padded down the hall, his socks silent against the polished wood floors.
When he reached the double doors of his office, he pushed them open, the faint scent of leather and cedar greeting him.
The room was dark until he flicked on the lights, soft recessed bulbs illuminating the sleek space. The floor-to-ceiling glass walls gave him a view of the city lights blinking in the distance, but he barely looked.
He dropped his satchel onto the desk and sank into his leather chair, leaning back as his eyes flicked to the night outside.
One hand rubbed at the back of his neck while the other reached for his phone.
He unlocked it lazily, scrolling to Heeseung’s message.
heeseung [8:10 A.M.]: here. it’s (y/n)’s number. don’t be a dick.
Sunghoon snorted under his breath, his thumb hovering over the contact details.
“Don’t be a dick,” he muttered, repeating his friend’s words with a scoff. “Easier said than done, Heeseung.”
He glanced at the time on his phone screen—11:07 PM. A low hum left his throat as he drummed his fingers against the desk.
Too late? Maybe. But part of him wanted to just get this over with.
He tapped the number. The keyboard popped up.
His thumb hesitated above the letters.
“What am I even supposed to say…” he murmured to himself, frowning. “This isn’t a job interview.”
With a quiet sigh, he started typing anyway.
He stared at the message for a moment, his finger hovering over Send. It looked so… blunt. Cold. But what else was he supposed to say?
“Whatever,” he muttered. “She’s not here to be my friend.”
And with that, he hit send.
The message went through instantly, the little gray bubble staring back at him mockingly.
He leaned back in his chair, tossing his phone onto the desk like it had burned him. His eyes flicked back to the city lights outside, one hand coming up to pinch the bridge of his nose.
“She’s probably asleep,” he said under his breath. “Or she’s going to think I’m some uptight asshole.”
Which—he realized grimly—wouldn’t be entirely inaccurate.
Across the city, you were in a completely different world.
You were sprawled out on your bed in soft pink silk sleepwear, the delicate fabric catching the warm glow of your desk lamp.
Your laptop was perched precariously on a pile of open textbooks and highlighted notes, pastel highlighters scattered around like candy.
A cooling eye mask clung under your tired eyes as you skimmed through another line of your chemistry review, highlighter in hand.
Your laptop screen was split in half: one side showing your study materials, the other side a video call where Sunoo and Jungwon were in the middle of their third heated argument over tomorrow’s exam.
“I’m telling you, it’s sodium hydroxide, not sodium carbonate!” Jungwon said, his voice rising slightly.
“Jungwon, no. You’re gonna fail if you keep thinking like that,” Sunoo countered, holding up a pen like it was a gavel.
You muted yourself, suppressing a laugh as you highlighted another sentence in aggressive pink.
Then your phone buzzed. A soft chime against your stack of books.
You glanced at it absently, thinking it was just a random group chat notification, but your brow arched when you saw the screen.
Unknown [11:11 P.M.]: Is this (Y/N)?
You froze for half a second, your highlighter hovering midair. Setting it down, you reached for the phone, unlocking it quickly.
you [11:11 P.M.]: yes. who’s this?
The typing dots appeared almost immediately, and you tilted your head slightly. Whoever it was, they weren’t wasting time.
Unknown [11:11 P.M.]: This is Park Sunghoon. You’re the babysitter Lee Heeseung recommended, correct?
You sat up straighter now, legs crossing under you as your brain caught up to the name. Park Sunghoon. The mental image of Heeseung’s lazy grin from earlier flashed through your mind.
You swallowed down the surprise and typed back quickly, keeping your tone polite.
you [11:12 P.M.]: oh! good evening, mr. park. yes, that’s me.
The typing dots appeared again—fast.
Unknown [11:12 P.M.]: Are you available tomorrow at 12 noon? I’d like to discuss the details and have you meet my daughter.
You chewed on your bottom lip for a moment, your eyes flicking back to the still-muted Sunoo and Jungwon, now arguing about molarity.
you [11:12 P.M.]: yes, i’m free tomorrow at noon!
Unknown [11:12 P.M.]: Good. Thank you. Have a good evening.
You blinked at the abruptness of it, lips twitching into the faintest smile. Typical rich guy energy. Still, you decided to add a little warmth.
you [11:13 P.M.]: you too, mr. park. good night!
The message sat there for a few seconds before the read receipt popped up. No reply.
You stared at your phone, laughed, then set it down beside your stack of notes.
Unmuting yourself, you leaned back against your pillows just in time for Sunoo to pause mid-rant and squint at you.
“Wait. Who was that? Why’d you mute?” he asked suspiciously.
Jungwon perked up too, eyes narrowing. “Yeah, you never mute. Was it your little situationship?”
You snorted, shaking your head as you swiped your highlighter across yet another sentence in your textbook. “You know I don’t do all that romance stuff. Situationships, flings, love letters—pass.”
Sunoo hummed, spinning his pen between his fingers before pointing it straight at the camera.
“I really hope you get married someday. Just so you’ll finally stop looking down at love like it’s a bad group project.”
You laughed, the sound soft and unbothered as you leaned back on your pillows. “Give me, what, ten years? Maybe then I’ll find a man who fits into my very selective standards.”
Jungwon snickered. “As if that’ll magically happen. Ten years from now, you’re gonna be rich, successful, and still babysitting other people’s kids for fun.”
“Sounds like a vibe, honestly,” you teased, clicking your pen closed with a little flourish.
But Sunoo wasn’t letting up. He leaned forward, eyes narrowing playfully. “But really. Who was that? You muted us and suddenly went all polite-girl mode. ‘Yes, sir. Good night, sir.’ Suspicious.”
You scrunched your nose, tucking your phone half under a notebook as if that’d hide the glow of the screen.
“Relax. It’s just a new babysitting job.”
Jungwon raised a brow. “What about those two boys you’re always babysitting? Hamin and Hyunmin?”
You set down your highlighter and stretched your arms above your head.
“Well, their uncle said he’s got it covered for now. Long story short? The uncle basically referred me to his friend who needed someone for his daughter.”
Sunoo tilted his head like a curious cat. “So… the one you were chatting with just now was the dad?”
“Yeah.” You nodded, picking up your pen again like you weren’t phased.
“Is he your type?” Sunoo asked bluntly, wiggling his brows.
You barked out a laugh, shaking your head with a grin. “I doubt it. He gives off serious businessman who doesn’t smile often vibes. Probably allergic to pink too.”
Sunoo clasped a hand over his mouth, scandalized. “Not the pink allergy! (Y/N), don’t do him like that.”
Jungwon smirked knowingly, leaning back in his chair. “So you’re saying there’s a chance?”
You groaned dramatically, burying your face into your hands. “Oh my god. You two are exhausting.”
“Not as exhausting as you pretending you’re not curious,” Sunoo singsonged.
You peeked at your phone screen, still faintly glowing with Park Sunghoon’s message.
A small smile tugged at your lips—one you quickly hid behind your highlighter as you said, “Focus on chemistry, you love-struck losers. I’m trying to pass.”
It was just past eleven-thirty when you slid your laptop shut and grabbed your tote, brushing off Jungwon and Sunoo’s twin pouty faces on the call.
“You’re ditching us for lunch?” Sunoo gasped, hand to his chest like you’d betrayed him personally.
“I have a meeting, geez.” You slipped on your shoes with a little huff. “I’ll make it up to you. Pinky swear.”
“Better be with free food,” Jungwon muttered. “And dessert.”
“Noted.” You flashed them a cheeky grin before ending the call.
Now you were tucked in the back of a taxi, your fingers tracing over your phone screen as the driver wove through the upscale neighborhood.
Every house looked like it belonged on a movie set—towering gates, marble fountains, neatly manicured hedges.
Your lips moved as you muttered the house numbers under your breath, watching them blur past the window. “52… 54… 56…”
The taxi slowed, and your eyes caught on a massive black-gated manor. You pointed. “Ah—I think we’re here.”
“Big place,” the driver remarked with a whistle as he pulled up.
You laughed softly, offering a polite smile as you handed over your payment. “Yeah… Thanks for the ride.”
As you stepped out, smoothing down the hem of your white skirt and adjusting the bow on your pink blouse, your eyes immediately landed on a familiar figure.
Heeseung.
Leaning against a sleek black car, sunglasses perched on his head, his posture was as casual as if he owned the place.
You raised a brow, clutching your tote tighter but choosing not to comment right away.
“Why are you here?” you asked as you approached, tilting your head in curiosity.
Heeseung’s lips curved into a grin. “I told Sunghoon I’d be picking you up.”
Your brows furrowed. “Picking me up? I literally took a cab.”
He shrugged like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
“Didn’t want you to show up nervous. Thought you’d be more comfortable seeing my pretty face before dealing with my grumpy friend.”
You raised a brow, unimpressed, “Very funny, Mr. Lee.”
“Also,” Heeseung added, tapping his finger against his chin like he was pondering something, “figured you wouldn’t want to be stuck in a car alone with a total stranger. So… congratulations. You get a less intimidating escort.”
“Yeah, I wouldn’t,” you said, tugging gently at the ribbon tied neatly in your hair.
He laughed at your bluntness. “Fair enough. You look cute, by the way. Very…” His eyes flicked over your outfit—soft pink silk blouse, delicate lace-trim skirt, and a little pearl bow clip in your hair. “…non-threatening.”
You let out a little laugh, shaking your head as you adjusted the strap of your tote. “I’m not here to impress, Mr. Lee. I’m here for the job.”
“Sure, sure,” Heeseung teased, his lips quirking into a knowing grin as he nodded toward the towering gates.
“Come on. Let’s not keep him waiting.”
You took a deep breath, clutching your bag a little tighter as you followed him.
The imposing black gates loomed taller with every step, the quiet hum of the fingerprint scanner filling the silence as Heeseung pressed his thumb to it.
With a sharp beep, the gates swung open.
The air seemed cooler here. You weren’t sure if it was the sheer size of the estate or the eerie calm that hung over it like a fog.
“Relax,” Heeseung said casually, glancing at you over his shoulder as you trailed behind him.
You let out another slow breath, nodding silently as you adjusted your skirt nervously.
The front door opened into a sleek, glassy expanse of a home—white marble floors, minimalist décor, sunlight spilling in from ceiling-high windows.
The faint smell of cologne and something sweeter—vanilla, maybe?—lingered in the air.
Heeseung led you past a spiraling staircase and into an open-plan kitchen-living room where someone was already sitting at the island counter, sipping from a mug.
“Hey, Sunghoon,” Heeseung called, clearing his throat lightly. “We’re here.”
The man turned.
You nearly froze.
He was tall—maybe just a shade shorter than Heeseung—but somehow his presence filled the room. Broad shoulders, perfectly tailored black dress shirt, sleeves rolled to his forearms.
His dark hair fell slightly over his eyes, framing a face so sharp it could’ve been carved out of stone. His expression was unreadable, except for the slight furrow of his brows as his gaze flicked to you.
You swallowed hard, instinctively stepping a little closer behind Heeseung like his broad frame could shield you from the weight of Sunghoon’s stare.
Sunghoon stood and walked over, his strides purposeful and smooth.
“Did you seriously force her to get in your car?” he asked, voice calm but edged with faint disapproval, one brow arching.
Heeseung only shrugged, utterly unfazed. “Relax. (Y/N) came here by herself. I just happened to be by the gate.”
Sunghoon’s eyes lingered on you for a beat longer—like he was sizing you up, calculating something.
Heeseung chuckled, giving your arm a playful nudge. “Relax. He won’t bite. Yet.”
You let out a nervous laugh, clutching your tote a little tighter as Heeseung stepped aside, leaving you standing there fully visible for the first time.
And Sunghoon—oh, Sunghoon—his sharp gaze faltered just slightly.
He’d expected someone more serious. The kind of college student who wore a pressed blouse and stiff slacks to interviews.
But you—standing there in your soft pink silk blouse, lace-trim skirt, and delicate bows—were not at all what he imagined.
You looked so bright. So warm. So young.
‘This is who Heeseung vouched for?’ he thought, the faintest flicker of surprise crossing his features before his usual stoicism slipped back into place.
“Mr. Park,” you said softly, offering a polite little nod, your voice sweet but steady despite the nerves fluttering in your chest.
Heeseung cleared his throat loudly, a grin playing on his lips. “Well, I’ll leave you two to it. I’ve got a board meeting at twelve.”
“Of course you do,” Sunghoon said dryly without breaking his gaze from you.
Heeseung patted your shoulder gently. “You’ll do fine. He’s not as scary as he looks.”
You gave him a small, appreciative smile, even as your fingers curled tighter around the handle of your tote.
“See you around, (Y/N),” Heeseung teased, giving a little wave as he strode out, leaving you alone in the vast, quiet space with the man you were supposed to work for.
The silence that followed felt heavier.
You squirmed slightly, clutching your tote in front of you like a shield as Park Sunghoon’s gaze settled on you—slowly, almost painfully, dragging from the top of your pearl hair clip to the tips of your white Mary Jane heels. His expression gave nothing away.
He cleared his throat, his voice smooth but cool. “Let’s take this to the living room.”
You nodded quickly, trailing just a step behind as he walked toward the sunken living space.
His tall frame moved with precision, like everything about him had been rehearsed a thousand times over—posture perfect, steps silent even against the marble floors.
He gestured wordlessly to one of the black leather couches. “Please. Sit.”
You obeyed instantly, perching on the edge of the couch with your knees together and hands resting carefully on your skirt.
Sunghoon’s brow lifted ever so slightly at how quick you were to follow, but he said nothing as he settled across from you, one arm draping loosely over the back of his seat.
The silence stretched.
The faint ticking of a modern clock filled the room as your eyes flickered nervously around—the towering bookshelves, the marble coffee table, the floor-to-ceiling windows that let sunlight spill across the pristine floors.
Everything felt expensive. Too expensive for you to even breathe on.
“(Y/N), right?” Sunghoon’s deep voice broke the quiet.
You nodded. “Yes, Mr. Park.”
A deep, rich laugh rumbled from his chest. It was warm and low, catching you off guard as your fingers curled in your lap.
“Just Sunghoon,” he corrected, his lips tugging faintly at the corners.
You hesitated, testing it softly on your lips. “Okay… Sunghoon.”
Something flickered in his dark eyes—amusement, maybe—but it was gone just as fast.
He leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on his knees. “How old are you?”
“Twenty-one,” you answered quickly, your voice even but soft.
He nodded once. “College student?”
“Yes.”
“What’s your major?”
“Psychology.”
“Psychology,” he repeated, his tone unreadable as his eyes locked onto yours. “Interesting choice. Why?”
You fiddled with the hem of your skirt, then glanced back up at him with a small smile. “I like understanding people. And I guess I’ve always been the type to listen to others… it felt like the right path.”
He hummed, leaning back slightly. “Why do you babysit?”
You blinked at the abruptness of the question but answered honestly. “I love kids. There’s… something innocent about them. They’re so easy to make happy. You just have to listen, really listen.”
You smiled faintly at the thought. “I want some of my own someday.”
Sunghoon’s gaze softened for just a fraction of a second before his usual stoic expression returned. He nodded slowly. “I see.”
You shifted in your seat, trying to ignore how the weight of his stare made your heart thump harder in your chest.
“Do you have much experience?” he asked.
“Yes. I babysit my neighbor’s kids regularly. And Mr. Lee’s nephews sometimes. They’re…” You let out a small laugh. “A handful. But fun.”
“Mm.” Sunghoon’s fingers drummed lightly against his knee, his gaze still fixed on you. “And you’re sure you can handle Sooyun?”
You met his gaze for the first time, your voice steady despite your nerves. “I can. I don’t scare easy, Mr—Sunghoon.”
That faint smirk tugged at his lips again, and for a fleeting second, he looked almost impressed.
You didn’t drop your gaze—not yet. But he could see it. The slight quiver in your fingers where they rested atop your tote. The tiny shift of your knees like you were resisting the urge to fidget.
“(Y/N),” Sunghoon said suddenly, his deep voice cutting through the quiet.
You blinked. “Yes?”
“You’re hired.”
You froze. “…Just like that?”
A laugh escaped him—low, rich, and warm enough to catch you completely off guard. “You seem like a nice girl,” he said easily, one corner of his mouth curling upward.
“Smart. Calm. Polite. And…” his eyes flicked over your delicate blouse and tidy posture, “…you don’t look like the type to break things.”
Your lips parted slightly as your cheeks warmed under his stare. “O-oh. Thank you?”
He leaned back against the leather couch, his long fingers drumming idly on the armrest as his dark eyes stayed fixed on you. “Are you available every day?”
“Yes,” you replied, finding your voice again. “Most of my classes are online. I barely have to go back to campus except for the occasional exam or meeting.”
He nodded at this, satisfied. “Good. I’m always needed back at Park Ice & Co., my rink, and…” He trailed off slightly, his jaw tightening for a moment. “…as much as I want to spend more time with Sooyun—”
“You’re busy,” you finished gently, a small, understanding smile tugging at your lips. “Right?”
His eyes flicked up to meet yours, and for the first time since you stepped foot in the house, his expression softened—not much, but enough to make your heart stutter.
“…Right,” he echoed, a faint smile tugging at his lips.
You didn’t think someone like Park Sunghoon—stoic, intimidating, poised—was even capable of that kind of smile. But there it was, fleeting and quiet, and it made your chest warm.
Just as you were about to ask another question, the soft sound of small footsteps echoed from the spiral staircase.
Sunghoon’s head turned instantly.
Peeking out from behind one of the carved pillars was a little girl—wide-eyed and hesitant, clutching a stuffed bunny almost as big as her head. Her pink pajamas were slightly wrinkled, and her short black hair was tousled like she’d just woken up from a nap.
“Sooyun,” Sunghoon called softly, his tone warmer than you’d heard all morning. “Come here. Don’t be shy.”
The little girl hesitated for a moment, then padded carefully across the marble floor.
She stopped just short of the couch before instinctively curling into Sunghoon’s chest, her tiny fingers fisting in his shirt as she buried her face against him.
Your heart melted at the sight.
For someone so sharp and poised, Park Sunghoon held her with a gentleness that didn’t seem possible.
One large hand cradled her head protectively, and his voice dropped to a low murmur as he brushed her hair back. “Hey, baby. Did you just wake up?”
She nodded shyly against him, peeking one wide brown eye up at you.
“This is (Y/N),” Sunghoon said, glancing down at her with a small smile that somehow made him look ten years younger. “She’s going to be spending time with you when Daddy’s working.”
You gave a soft smile, crouching slightly so you were eye level with her. “Hi, Sooyun. It’s nice to meet you.”
She blinked at you, then tucked her face back into Sunghoon’s shirt.
“Sorry,” he said with a quiet laugh. “She’s not usually this shy. She’ll warm up to you.”
You tilted your head, still smiling as you straightened up. “That’s okay. I’ll give her time.”
Sooyun peeked at you again from the safety of her father’s arms, her big brown eyes curious but cautious.
You met her gaze with a soft smile, your voice gentle. “Hi, baby.”
She blinked, her tiny fingers still clutching Sunghoon’s shirt. But then—hesitantly—her lips curved into a shy little smile.
“There she is,” you whispered like it was a secret, smiling even brighter.
Sooyun slowly uncurls herself from Sunghoon’s lap, her small hands gripping the edge of the leather couch for balance as she leaned forward slightly. “Do you… like pink?”
Your eyes lit up, and you nodded eagerly. “Mhm! It’s my favorite color.”
Her little face brightened. “Mine too!”
“Really?” you said, your grin widening. “It’s the best color, isn’t it? So cute and soft.”
She nodded enthusiastically, head bobbing.
But then she glanced up at her father like she was silently asking for permission. Sunghoon, still sitting back with an arm draped lazily over the couch’s armrest, gave her a single nod.
That seemed to be enough.
Sooyun carefully slid off the couch, clutching her stuffed bunny to her chest as she padded over to where you sat. She stopped just in front of you, tilting her head like she was examining you.
“You’re really pretty,” she said suddenly, her voice quiet but sincere.
Your heart melted instantly. You beamed at her, resting a hand over your chest. “You too, baby. You’re so, so pretty.”
That got her to smile—finally a genuine, little-kid grin that made her cheeks puff up adorably.
You patted the empty spot beside you on the couch as she made a small attempt to climb up, her tiny arms trying to pull herself up but failing with a soft huff.
“Do you need help, Sooyun?” you asked, giggling softly at her effort.
“Yes, please,” she mumbled.
“Okay, up you go.” You carefully slipped an arm around her small frame and helped her onto the couch. She settled beside you shyly, clutching her bunny tightly.
“What’s your name?” she asked after a pause, her big eyes curious.
“(Y/N),” you replied with a warm smile.
Sooyun turned to her father then, her little voice full of excitement. “Daddy… can I call her Aunt (Y/N)?”
You froze slightly, eyes darting toward Sunghoon in surprise. He raised a brow at you but didn’t seem as shocked as you. Instead, his lips twitched faintly like he was holding back a laugh.
“Only if she’s okay with it,” Sunghoon said, his voice low and smooth.
Sooyun immediately looked up at you expectantly, her small hands clutching her bunny tighter. “Can I?” she whispered.
You let out a soft laugh at her earnestness, reaching out to gently boop her nose. “Of course, darling. I’d love that.”
Sooyun beamed so brightly it nearly blinded you, her little legs swinging where they didn’t quite reach the floor. “Yay! Aunt (Y/N)!”
Sunghoon watched the interaction quietly, his dark eyes thoughtful. He wasn’t used to this—not to Sooyun smiling so fast, or to a stranger matching her energy so naturally.
Sooyun kicked her little legs slightly and tilted her head at you, curiosity sparkling in her eyes. “Who’s your favorite Disney princess?”
You gasped softly, placing a finger on your chin in mock thought. “Hmm… probably Belle. Because she loves books, and she’s really kind. What about you?”
Sooyun’s eyes widened. She gasped so dramatically it made you giggle. “Mine too! I love Belle!”
“Really?” you smiled, eyes softening as you reached to fix the little flyaways of her ponytail. “Do you love books too, Sooyun?”
She nodded eagerly, hugging her stuffed bunny tighter. “I love picture books. We read lots of them at school.”
“That’s wonderful!” you said brightly. “If you don’t mind me asking… how old are you, sweetheart?”
Sooyun puffed out her cheeks proudly and raised six tiny fingers. “Six!”
“Six?!” you gasped playfully, clapping your hands together. “No way! You’re such a big girl already. Good job, baby.”
Sooyun beamed, leaning closer into your side.
Meanwhile, Sunghoon was still standing there silently, arms crossed over his chest as he watched the easy warmth between you and his daughter.
Finally, he cleared his throat.
“Well… I guess there’s no need for introductions,” he said smoothly. His deep voice startled you slightly, and you immediately straightened your posture, tucking a stray lock of hair behind your ear as your cheeks warmed.
“Oh—right. Sorry,” you murmured softly.
“Don’t be,” he replied, his tone softer this time. “Let’s go over a few things.”
You nodded quickly, and he gestured toward the kitchen. “Shall we?”
You stood, but not before Sooyun tugged gently at your sleeve, her big eyes staring up at you. “Can you carry me?” she whispered softly.
You melted on the spot, smiling as you scooped her up into your arms with ease. “Of course, baby. Come here.”
That earned you another shy grin as she tucked her little face against your shoulder, her tiny arms wrapping around your neck.
Sunghoon glanced at the scene, his brow raised slightly—not a word leaving his lips as his gaze lingered on the way Sooyun clung to you so effortlessly.
He said nothing as you followed him to the sleek, modern kitchen, Sooyun nestled comfortably in your arms. The space smelled faintly of coffee and citrus cleaner, the marble counters spotless.
He opened the massive stainless steel fridge with a quiet hum. “It’s usually stocked full like this since I don’t really cook… but I assume you do?”
“I do,” you said with a small smile, scanning the fridge briefly. It was neatly organized, full of fresh produce, bottled water, and neatly labeled containers. “It’s no problem at all.”
“Good,” he replied. “As for her routine—Sooyun eats almost everything except broccoli. She hates it, so don’t even try.”
You laughed lightly. “Noted. No broccoli. Anything else?”
“School ends at 12:00 PM. Her driver will bring her home unless I say otherwise. Bath time’s usually around 7:00 PM, bedtime at 8:00. She likes a story before bed.”
You nodded attentively, trying to commit each detail to memory.
“Good. That’s pretty much everything,” Sunghoon said, closing the fridge and leading you back to the living room.
He stopped near the couch, his dark eyes settling on you again. “I was going to ask if you preferred starting next week… but it looks like she already likes you.”
Sooyun, now leaning against your chest with her small hands clutching your sleeve, nodded eagerly. “I do!”
You laughed, smoothing her bangs with a fond look. “I wouldn’t mind starting early for this cutie.”
Sunghoon’s lips twitched—just barely—but it looked like the beginnings of a smile.
He stepped closer, leaning down to press a soft kiss to the top of Sooyun’s head. “Be good for (Y/N), baby.”
“I will!” she chirped. “We’re gonna have a blast, Daddy!”
Sunghoon straightened, meeting your eyes one last time. “Thank you.”
You nodded with a polite smile. “It’s no problem.”
He grabbed his coat from the armrest. “I won’t be too late. Call if anything comes up.”
“Of course,” you said softly.
“Good.” With that, Sunghoon strode toward the door, his presence somehow leaving the room a little colder once he stepped out.
It was already dark when the sound of laughter reached Sunghoon the moment he stepped into the manor. His brow furrowed slightly, a hand loosening his tie as he set his keys down by the door.
He followed the cheerful noise to the kitchen, and there you were—perched comfortably by the marble island, Sooyun sitting cross-legged on the counter in her little pink pajamas.
She giggled as you held up a tiny fork with roasted broccoli, your expression exaggeratedly sweet.
“Here comes the broccoli train—choo choo!” you teased.
Sooyun squealed before taking the bite with a grin. “Mmm! Cheesy broccoli is my favorite now!”
Sunghoon cleared his throat lightly from the doorway. “I’m here.”
You nearly jumped out of your skin, spinning slightly to face him. “O-Oh! Good evening, Mr. Park—”
“Sunghoon,” he corrected smoothly as he strode closer, his voice warm but lined with exhaustion.
“Right… Sunghoon.” You gave him a sheepish smile.
“Hi, Daddy!” Sooyun beamed, kicking her little feet happily as she waved at him.
His gaze softened immediately as he stepped forward, loosening his jacket and leaning over to press a kiss to her temple. “Hi, princess. What’s all this?”
“Broccoli!” Sooyun declared proudly, lifting another piece from the plate.
“Broccoli?” Sunghoon blinked, his surprise clear. “You hate broccoli.”
“She likes them roasted with cheese,” you admitted with a small laugh, holding up the pan on the counter. “We did a little experiment. Turns out it’s all about the presentation.”
His eyes flicked to the pan, then back to you, something unreadable flashing in his gaze. “Huh. Impressive.”
You flushed faintly under his lingering stare, busying yourself with wiping your hands on a dish towel. “We also watched Disney movies and had spaghetti for lunch. There’s still some in the fridge if you’re hungry, Sunghoon.”
He raised a brow at the way you caught yourself but said nothing, only nodding faintly. “I’ll grab some later.”
“Daddy! Aunt (Y/N) makes the best spaghetti ever!” Sooyun chirped, her words making your heart skip.
Sunghoon’s brow quirked again. His lips curved—just barely. “I see.”
“Anyway, she’s already had her bath,” you added, eager to shift the focus. “Isn’t that right, missy?”
Sooyun lifted her little palm, and you leaned in to meet it with a high five. “All clean and ready for bed.”
“Good job.” Sunghoon’s voice was quiet as he watched the exchange, his dark eyes unreadable as they lingered on you holding his daughter like you’d been doing it for years.
You gave him a small, polite smile as you gently set Sooyun down on the counter. “Thank you. Um… it’s getting late. I think I should get going now.”
Sunghoon, still leaning against the counter, straightened slightly. “Do you have someone picking you up?”
You shook your head, trying not to sound sheepish. “No, but it’s okay. I’ll just call a cab or book a ride—”
“No.” His interruption was firm, his tone leaving no room for argument. “I’ll drive you home.”
You blinked at him, wide-eyed. “Oh, no, really. I wouldn’t want to bother you—”
“It’s no bother,” he said simply, already moving to scoop up Sooyun who was rubbing her eyes sleepily. “Stay here. I’ll tuck her in first.”
Before you could protest again, he was already heading for the stairs, his tall figure disappearing up the hallway.
You stood there frozen for a moment, clutching your bag to your chest as the faint sound of his footsteps upstairs mixed with Sooyun’s sleepy murmurs.
He was back almost as quickly as he left, his sleeves now rolled up slightly and his hair a little tousled from leaning over his daughter’s bed. His dark eyes flicked to you. “Ready?”
You nodded slowly, gripping the strap of your bag tighter. “Uh… yeah.”
“Good.” His voice was unreadable as he strode past you, motioning toward the front door.
You followed him out to the driveway where his sleek black sports car gleamed under the soft glow of the porch lights. He walked ahead, reaching the passenger side first, and without hesitation, pulled open the door for you.
“Oh—” you stammered, startled by the gesture. “Thank you, Sunghoon.”
He didn’t say anything, only gave a faint nod, waiting patiently until you slipped into the seat. The leather smelled faintly of cedar and something else distinctly him—cool and clean.
By the time he rounded to the driver’s side and slid into his seat, you were nervously fiddling with the hem of your skirt.
He buckled his seatbelt with a smooth click and glanced at you briefly.
“Seatbelt,” he reminded gently, his tone softer now.
“R-Right.” You scrambled to pull it across your chest, cheeks warming as his eyes lingered for just a second longer than necessary before turning back to the road.
The car purred to life, the faint hum of the engine filling the comfortable silence.
“Is your address saved on your phone?” Sunghoon asked as he shifted gears, his hand resting casually on the wheel.
“Oh—yes! I’ll send it to you.” You quickly fumbled with your phone, trying not to let your fingers shake as you sent him your location.
“Got it.” He said, his eyes fixed ahead as he eased the car smoothly out of the driveway.
The car fell into a comfortable silence. The soft hum of the engine filled the space as you leaned your cheek on your propped-up hand, watching the world blur past through the window.
The streetlights painted fleeting golden streaks across your reflection in the glass.
The quiet didn’t last long.
“Thank you.”
You blinked, turning your head slightly to look at him. His face was calm, but his hands tightened around the steering wheel as he pulled to a stop at a red light.
“For what?” you asked softly.
“For taking the job.”
A small smile tugged at your lips as you shook your head. “Sooyun’s a really sweet girl. You did a good job raising her, Mr. Park.”
He huffed out a laugh, low and dry. “If you mean my friends, then yeah.”
Your brows furrowed as you tilted your head. “What do you mean?”
He sighed, his eyes still fixed on the traffic lights as they shifted to yellow, then green. “Look—I’m not the sentimental type. So don’t expect me to burst into tears in gratitude.”
You chuckled lightly, your fingers tracing idle patterns on your skirt. “I’m not going to force anything out of you, Mr. Park.”
His jaw ticked as he clicked his tongue. “Sunghoon. Drop the ‘Mister.’ Makes me feel old.”
“Okay… Sunghoon.” You tested the name again carefully on your tongue, earning the faintest upward curve of his lips.
For a moment, you thought that was it. But then he spoke again, voice quieter now—almost like he wasn’t used to saying the words out loud.
“I’m… not the best father to my own daughter,” he admitted, his knuckles going a shade lighter as his grip on the wheel tightened.
“I’m always gone. Meetings, the rink, work—it feels endless sometimes. Without Heeseung and some of my other friends stepping in when I can’t, I’m pretty sure Sooyun would’ve started resenting me by now.”
You watched him carefully, your chest tightening at the rare vulnerability slipping through his normally calm exterior.
“She doesn’t resent you,” you said softly. “She adores you. Anyone can see it.”
He let out a short, humorless laugh. “Sooyun’s mom was never there either. Not even for the first year of her life.”
Your breath caught, but you stayed quiet, letting him speak at his own pace.
“We weren’t even together. It was… a one-night stand. She wanted nothing to do with Sooyun. And suddenly, there I was—with a week-old baby on my doorstep and no idea what the hell to do.”
His voice dipped lower, and you swore there was the faintest crack in it. “I didn’t think I’d ever figure it out.”
You fiddled with your fingers in your lap, then said gently, “But you did. She’s happy, she’s healthy, and she’s kind. That didn’t happen by accident, Sunghoon.”
He didn’t reply immediately. His eyes stayed fixed on the road ahead, streetlights flashing across his sharp profile. After a moment, he let out a small hum—low and unreadable.
“I guess,” he murmured finally, his voice quieter than before.
You only smiled faintly, choosing not to press further as the car turned down another familiar street.
The silence settled again—not uncomfortable, but heavy, like there were still words lingering in the air that neither of you was ready to say.
The sleek black car slowed to a stop in front of your apartment building, the dim glow of the porch light casting a soft haze over the steps leading up.
“Oh—we’re here,” you said softly, unbuckling your seatbelt.
As you reached for the door handle, you hesitated, turning back to him with a polite smile. “Thank you for the ride, Sunghoon.”
His eyes met yours briefly in the darkness of the car, and for a moment it almost felt like time stretched. Then he gave a small nod, his expression unreadable.
“Get inside safe,” he said simply, his tone calm but firm.
You blinked at the unexpected softness before nodding. “I will. Good night.”
“Night.”
You stepped out into the cool night air, the faint sound of your shoes against the pavement filling the quiet. Slinging your bag over your shoulder, you climbed the small set of stairs to your apartment door.
Sunghoon stayed parked, headlights dimmed, one hand on the wheel as he watched in his peripheral vision.
Only when he saw the door click shut behind you and the faint glow of your apartment lights flicker on did he finally let out the breath he didn’t know he was holding.
“Hmph…” he muttered to himself as he shifted the car into gear. The engine purred as he eased back into the road, fingers drumming once against the steering wheel.
“(Y/N), huh…” His voice was low, almost like he was testing the sound of your name on his tongue.
His lips twitched—maybe a smirk, maybe just a flicker of amusement—as he shook his head faintly to himself.
Sunghoon was used to the quiet. He liked it, even. It was the kind of silence that came from living in a house too big for just two people, where the only sounds were Sooyun’s occasional giggles or the faint hum of the fridge at night.
But these past three weeks? The quiet was gone.
And the strangest part? He didn’t mind.
He rubbed the sleep from his eyes as he padded barefoot down the stairs, still in his plain white t-shirt and gray sweatpants. He hadn’t even bothered to fix his bedhead—messy strands of soft black hair falling over his forehead—but he didn’t care.
The smell of pancakes hit him first. Sweet and warm, like brown sugar and childhood mornings. Then came the sound of soft laughter—your laugh.
His brow furrowed slightly, but there was no real annoyance in it as he stepped closer to the kitchen. He stopped at the doorway, leaning casually against the frame, and let himself watch for just a second.
You were standing at the counter, a pastel pink apron tied around your waist, sleeves rolled up as you held out a plate. Sooyun was carefully passing you strawberries from a little bowl, her tiny fingers sticky with juice.
“Thank you, baby,” you said with a bright smile, taking them and placing them neatly on a stack of golden pancakes.
Sooyun grinned, grabbing the next bowl—blueberries this time—and held them up to you like it was the most important job in the world.
“You’re such a good helper,” you cooed, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.
Sunghoon’s lips twitched—fighting off the smile threatening to tug at his mouth.
“Isn’t it a little early for you two to be this happy?”
Your head whipped around at his voice, eyes widening slightly before softening into a sheepish smile. There he was, leaning against the doorframe, one hand in his pocket, his dark eyes slightly lidded with sleep.
“Sorry,” you said with a small laugh, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.
He tilted his head faintly, his expression unreadable but not unkind. “Sooyun,” he drawled, his voice low and rough from sleep, “what time does your school start again?”
The little girl froze for half a second before glancing up at you like she was waiting for you to answer for her.
You crouched slightly to her level, smiling reassuringly. “It starts at seven, right, baby?”
Sooyun nodded quickly.
You straightened, giving Sunghoon a calm, practiced smile. “It’s only six twenty. We’ve got plenty of time, don’t we?”
Sooyun nodded again, her twin pigtails bouncing. “Plenty of time, Daddy.”
He let out a small huff of air—something between amusement and resignation—as he pushed off the doorframe and strode toward his daughter.
“Come here, princess.”
Sooyun’s face lit up as she waddled over to him, and he scooped her up effortlessly, settling her on his lap as he took a seat at the dining table. Her little arms curled instinctively around his neck.
“You’ve been busy this morning,” he said to her, brushing a crumb off her cheek.
“We made pancakes!” she declared proudly. “With strawberries and blueberries. Aunt (Y/N) said they’re healthy.”
Your cheeks warmed, but you managed a smile. “Hope that’s okay… she insisted.”
Sunghoon shook his head faintly, his lips pressing together—not in disapproval, but something unreadable. “I don’t,” he said simply.
You blinked, unsure how to take that, but before you could respond, Sooyun spoke up.
“Daddy, can you try the one with blueberries? Aunt (Y/N) made it so pretty!”
You used her distraction as a chance to lower your gaze, placing her plate gently in front of her before sliding Sunghoon’s across the table.
He murmured a quiet thank you, but you didn’t dare meet his eyes, retreating slightly as you settled into the chair opposite him.
The three of you ate in near silence, the only sounds being Sooyun’s happy humming between bites and the faint clink of cutlery against plates.
Sunghoon sipped his coffee slowly, his dark eyes occasionally flicking toward you.
There was something different about you this morning, he noted. Something he couldn’t name.
You hadn’t been like this in the first week. Back then, you’d been polite but warm, exchanging small smiles and laughing with Sooyun easily. But over the past few days, there was a change.
You avoided his gaze now. You stepped away—barely noticeable, but enough for him to catch—whenever he got too close while reaching for Sooyun’s juice cup or helping her off the chair.
He wasn’t the type to care what people thought of him. Not with colleagues. Not with strangers.
So why did it irritate him now?
Why did it feel like you saw something in him—something dangerous or unworthy—and decided to keep your distance?
Was it the late-night confession in the car? The slip about Sooyun’s mother? He had let himself say too much, maybe.
He ran a thumb absentmindedly along the rim of his coffee cup, his jaw tightening as you rose from your seat to help Sooyun, who was now waddling toward the living room holding her little backpack.
“Aunt (Y/N),” Sooyun called sweetly.
You smiled and excused yourself softly, your chair scraping gently against the floor as you followed her out.
Sunghoon was left staring at the empty plates and the faint pink stain of strawberry syrup on his daughter’s now-vacant seat.
His fingers drummed against the table as he stared at nothing, mind racing.
Was he imagining it? Or had you already decided what kind of man he was and placed him in some unspoken box labeled keep distance?
He was still scowling at his coffee when Sooyun’s tiny voice floated back in.
“Bye, Daddy!”
He stood automatically, stepping out toward the foyer just as you were helping Sooyun into her little shoes by the door. The driver stood waiting patiently outside.
Sunghoon crouched slightly and pressed a kiss to Sooyun’s forehead, his voice softening in a way that still caught you off guard. “Be good, princess.”
She nodded eagerly. “I will! Bye, Daddy!”
“Bye, Aunt (Y/N)!” she added, beaming up at you.
You smiled, gently fixing the loose ends of her pigtails. “Bye, baby. Have fun at school.”
Together, the two of you watched as the car pulled out of the driveway and disappeared down the road. Silence settled like a heavy blanket in the grand entryway.
You cleared your throat softly and glanced at him. “Don’t you have work today?”
His eyes didn’t leave the window. “It’s my day off.”
“Oh.” You nodded slowly, unsure what else to say. “That’s… nice.”
You hesitated for a moment before turning toward the kitchen. “I’ll just… clean up breakfast.”
Sunghoon didn’t reply. He only watched your retreating figure as you disappeared back into the kitchen, the faint sound of running water and clinking dishes soon filling the quiet house.
He ran a hand down his face, exhaling sharply. ‘What the hell is wrong with me?’
It had been another week.
Another week of you driving him absolutely insane.
At first, Sunghoon thought he could handle it—your soft laugh echoing through the house, your sweet scent lingering in every room you passed, your habit of brushing past him with a polite “excuse me” and never meeting his eyes for longer than two seconds.
But now? He was convinced you were doing it on purpose.
You avoided him like it was a sport—disappearing into Sooyun’s room, using her bath time or snack time as an excuse to flee any space where he happened to exist
And whenever you weren’t tending to his daughter, you were cleaning, reorganizing cabinets, folding laundry that didn’t even need folding.
It was late in the afternoon when he finally snapped out of yet another endless meeting, rubbing a hand over his tired eyes and sighing.
His glasses slid back on lazily as he stood, his shirt wrinkled slightly from hours of sitting. He pushed the sleeves of his black button-up to his forearms, exposing lean, veined arms as he rolled his shoulders.
The house was quiet. Too quiet.
His bare feet made almost no sound against the polished stairs as he descended. He didn’t know why he went looking for you—not really. Maybe to scold you for avoiding him.
Maybe to—God help him—beg for a single conversation that didn’t involve Sooyun. Or maybe because he was weak, and he missed seeing you.
He didn’t expect the sight that greeted him in the kitchen.
You stood at the counter, blissfully unaware of the storm brewing across from you. Steam curled lazily from the kettle as you poured hot water into your mug, a little sigh leaving your lips as you stirred in honey.
The short silk skirt you wore rode high up your thighs, brushing dangerously against the tops of your socks—white knee-highs that looked so soft his fingers ached to tug them down slowly.
The oversized white sweater hung delicately off one shoulder, baring the smooth curve of your neck and collarbone to his hungry eyes.
Your hair was out of its usual bow, falling down your back in loose waves that made his hand twitch at his side. He wanted to thread his fingers through it, to pull it gently and watch your head tilt back—
“Jesus Christ,” he muttered under his breath.
You jumped slightly at the sound of a deep voice cutting through your little bubble. When you turned, your eyes went wide.
“Mr. Park,” you said softly, the mug clinking against the counter as you set it down too fast. “I—sorry, I didn’t hear you come down.”
Sunghoon said nothing at first, just dragged the fridge door open and grabbed a bottle of water like he hadn’t just caught you wearing something straight out of his fantasies.
“Rough day?” he asked casually, his voice husky from hours of talking in meetings. He twisted the cap off and tilted his head back, gulping down a long sip.
His Adam’s apple bobbed with every swallow, and for some reason, you couldn’t look away.
You shifted your weight nervously. “You could… say that.”
He let the fridge door swing shut and leaned a hip against the counter, arms crossing over his chest. The way his muscles flexed under the rolled sleeves of his shirt made your breath hitch.
“You’ve been avoiding me.”
Your head snapped up. “I—I haven’t.”
“You have.” His dark eyes didn’t waver. “Every time I come into a room, you find a reason to leave. Is it something I did?”
You swallowed thickly. “No. It’s not like that.”
“Then what is it like?” His voice was quiet but dangerously low, the kind of tone that made heat bloom in your chest and rush down your spine.
You gripped your mug a little tighter, knuckles turning white. “I—”
“Do I make you uncomfortable, (Y/N)?” Sunghoon’s gaze sharpened, studying every twitch of your expression like he was dissecting you piece by piece.
You shook your head quickly. “N-No. Of course not. You don’t—”
You were already trying to excuse yourself, your voice tight, “I—I should check on Sooyun, I think she—”
He clicked his tongue, low and sharp, cutting you off mid-sentence. “She’s still at school.”
You froze.
“B-but—”
He stepped closer. Another step and the air felt heavier, thick with something you couldn’t name.
“You’ve been cleaning her stuff since morning,” he said, voice dropping lower, smooth as velvet but laced with something far more dangerous. “Folding, dusting, scrubbing… avoiding me.”
“I wasn’t—”
“Don’t lie to me.”
Another step.
Your back bumped into the counter, his shadow falling over you as his hands braced the countertop on either side of your hips, effectively caging you in.
You refused to meet his eyes, staring down at the mug like it might save you. But your breath came quicker, chest rising and falling beneath the loose sweater you wore.
“What’s your excuse this time, sweetheart?” His words came out like a low growl, soft but suffocating.
Your throat worked as you swallowed hard. “I… I don’t want to overstep.”
That made him laugh—a short, breathy sound that was more incredulous than amused.
“Overstep?” He tilted his head, his lips curling into something wicked. “I think we’re already past that, don’t you?”
You couldn’t answer. Your pulse was hammering in your ears, drowning out rational thought.
His long fingers reached for your chin, tipping it up gently but firmly until your eyes finally met his. The sharpness in his gaze nearly made your knees buckle—dark, hungry, and unbearably intense.
“Tell me, (Y/N)… are you here to be Sooyun’s babysitter…” he leaned in, his breath warm against your cheek as his lips ghosted near your ear, “…or are you here to seduce me?”
Your eyes went wide. “I’m not—”
“Are you sure about that?” His voice was pure sin now, low and teasing as one of his hands dropped.
Fingers traced lightly along your thigh, stopping just where the hem of your skirt met your knee socks. He outlined the edge with the pad of his thumb, the touch feather-light but enough to make your stomach flip violently.
“You go outside looking like this every day?” His words were laced with mock reproach, his dark eyes sweeping over you again. “That little skirt, those socks…”
You nodded mutely, unable to find your voice.
“Do you know,” he murmured, his thumb brushing up slightly over your thigh now, “the amount of boys you’ve probably got hooked on you without even realizing?”
You shook your head, lips parting slightly as you struggled to catch a steady breath.
“Such a naive little girl.” The words dripped from his tongue, almost like a scolding. His fingers pressed just a little firmer at the top of your thigh, enough to send your head spinning.
“Mr. Park…” you whispered, voice trembling, unsure if it was a plea for him to stop or a warning that you couldn’t handle what he was doing to you.
His smirk deepened as his other hand cupped your jaw fully, thumb brushing over your bottom lip.
“What am I going to do with you, huh?” he murmured, his voice dropping lower—silky, lethal, and so intimate it made your knees threaten to give out.
You met his eyes finally, heart pounding so hard it hurt. “Mr. Park… I’m not sure if this is a good idea…”
He clicked his tongue, the sound sharp and condescending as he leaned in closer, lips ghosting the shell of your ear.
“Tell me, (Y/N)… have you ever had a boy treat you right before?” His breath was hot against your skin, sending a shiver down your spine.
You hesitated, your hands tightening on the counter’s edge as you shook your head. “I-I’ve never… I’ve never had the time to.”
He chuckled darkly at that, a sound so low it vibrated in your chest. “Good.”
Before you could even process his answer, he surged forward. One strong arm wrapped around your waist, yanking you flush against his chest, while his other hand slid up to cradle your cheek.
You gasped at the sudden closeness, your mug nearly tipping over behind you. His scent—clean soap, faint cologne, and something distinctly male—flooded your senses.
“Mr. Park—”
Your words were swallowed whole as his lips crashed into yours.
It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t hesitant.
It was hungry.
His lips moved over yours with a bruising intensity, demanding and firm, like he’d been holding back for far too long.
Your gasp slipped between the kiss, and he groaned deep in his throat, the sound vibrating against your mouth as his teeth nipped your lower lip, pulling just enough to make you whimper.
“Mr. Park—” you tried to say again, but it came out broken, caught between a gasp and his relentless mouth.
He pulled back just barely, his nose brushing yours as his eyes—dark and blown wide—held you captive.
“I told you to stop calling me that, sweetheart,” he rasped, his voice thick with desire.
His hand left your cheek for only a second. You barely caught the flash of movement before his glasses clattered carelessly onto the counter beside you.
“Say my name.”
“Sunghoon—”
That was all he needed. His lips crashed into yours again, harder this time, his thumb tilting your chin just right so he could deepen the kiss. His other arm kept you caged against him, his hand splayed wide across your lower back like he was staking a claim.
You let out a small whimper as his tongue teased at your lower lip before slipping past, coaxing you to respond.
And when you finally did—tentatively at first, then with growing desperation—he groaned, low and sinful, like you’d just undone him completely.
“You have no idea,” he murmured hotly between kisses, “how long I’ve wanted to do this.”
Your head tilted back instinctively, a soft gasp escaping as his teeth grazed your skin.
Then, his voice—lower, rougher than you’d ever heard—broke through your daze.
“Jump.”
You blinked. “W-what?”
His hands gripped your thighs firmly, fingers pressing into the soft flesh. “I said jump.”
This time you didn’t think—you just obeyed, a startled sound leaving your lips as your legs wrapped around his waist.
“Good girl,” he muttered against your neck, his voice vibrating against your skin as he effortlessly hoisted you higher, your skirt riding up dangerously.
You could feel his strength in the way he carried you like you weighed nothing, his arms flexing beneath your thighs as his mouth never left you—kissing, nipping, leaving trails of heat down your throat.
“Sunghoon—” you gasped, hands clutching at his shoulders.
He didn’t answer. His only response was a low growl, his lips capturing yours in another searing kiss that stole every ounce of air from your lungs.
Somehow, he navigated through the hall with you clinging to him, barely breaking stride as he reached his bedroom.
The door swung open with a sharp shove, and before you could even glance around, it slammed shut behind him with a loud thud—his foot kicking it closed as he strode in.
You barely had time to catch your breath before you were laid down on the bed, his hands sliding from your thighs to your hips as he set you down with maddening care.
But the second your back hit the sheets, he was on you again.
Sunghoon braced himself above you, one hand cupping your jaw as his lips crashed back onto yours. The kiss was desperate now, his teeth tugging on your lower lip as if punishing you for every second you’d made him wait.
“You drive me insane, you know that?” he rasped between kisses, his breath hot and ragged.
Your fingers threaded into his hair instinctively, tugging gently, and the groan it pulled from him was nothing short of sinful.
“Do you have any idea,” he whispered harshly against your skin, his mouth trailing to your neck, “how hard it’s been—watching you walk around my house, in those little skirts, acting so damn sweet—”
“Sung—Sunghoon…” your voice broke into a moan as his teeth scraped lightly at your pulse point, his tongue soothing the sting a second later.
“Thought you were here to make my daughter happy…” he muttered against your neck, his voice low and full of something dark.
His hands slid up your thighs slowly, teasing the sensitive skin as your skirt bunched higher.
“…and you just had to drag me into it too, huh?”
Your breath hitched as his fingers curved around the swell of your ass, squeezing firmly. The sound you made—embarrassed, breathless—drew a low groan from his chest as his lips trailed down your neck.
“You’ve been playing with fire, sweetheart,” he whispered, his hands still gripping you possessively. “Walking around like this… looking at me like you’re innocent.”
“I wasn’t—”
“Arms up,” he interrupted sharply, his voice like velvet-wrapped steel.
Your eyes widened, but something in his gaze left no room for argument. You obeyed, raising your arms shakily.
“Good girl,” he murmured, the praise making your stomach flutter as his fingers hooked into the hem of your sweater.
In one fluid motion, he tugged it off, tossing it somewhere behind him without ever breaking eye contact. You felt the cool air kiss your skin, leaving goosebumps as you sat there in your lace bra.
Sunghoon stilled for a moment, his dark eyes sweeping hungrily over you.
“Fuck,” he breathed, his voice husky. “You’re so beautiful.”
Your cheeks burned under his gaze, but before you could speak, his hands reached behind you, fingers expertly unclasping your bra.
“Sunghoon—”
The garment fell away, and instinct took over. Your hands flew to your chest to cover yourself, but he caught your wrists gently but firmly, pinning them to the bed above your head.
“Don’t.” His tone was soft but commanding, his thumb brushing over the back of your hand. “Don’t hide from me.”
You froze, your lips parting as he leaned down again.
“Let me see you,” he whispered, his eyes burning into yours.
His mouth descended, lips wrapping around one of your nipples while his hand moved to play with the other, fingers teasing and rolling gently. The sudden rush of heat shot through you so fast it made your back arch off the mattress.
“A-ah—Sunghoon—”
“You sound so pretty when you say my name like that,” he murmured against your skin, switching sides to give the same attention to your other breast.
You instinctively tried to close your legs, flustered by how exposed you felt, but his knee slid between them, pushing them apart effortlessly.
“Don’t do that either,” he muttered against your chest, his free hand gripping your thigh to keep them from closing.
You barely had time to catch your breath before his kisses began trailing lower.
Slow, torturous kisses down your stomach, his warm breath fanning over every new inch of exposed skin as his fingers hooked into the waistband of your skirt.
“Sunghoon—”
“Shhh.” His voice was low, thick with hunger. “Let me take care of you, sweetheart.”
With one smooth motion, he tugged your skirt down your legs, tossing it aside to leave you in nothing but your panties.
He paused for a moment, his dark gaze locked between your thighs like he was already imagining how you’d taste.
“Fuck…” he murmured under his breath, almost to himself. “You’re so pretty for me like this.”
You whimpered, instinctively trying to press your thighs together again, but his hands slid between them, pushing you wide open.
“Don’t hide from me,” he said again, firmer this time. “I want to see all of you.”
His fingers hooked into the waistband of your panties, tugging them aside just enough to bare you completely to his gaze. The cool air against your slick heat made you shiver.
“Already so wet,” he muttered darkly, his thumb grazing lightly over your folds. “You’ve been acting all shy, and this is what I find? Such a liar.”
“Sunghoon—please—”
“Please what, sweetheart?” His lips curved into a smirk as he kissed the inside of your thigh, teeth grazing gently. “Please stop? Or please keep going?”
Your back arched slightly, hands gripping the sheets as a whine slipped out.
“That’s what I thought,” he murmured.
Then, without warning, he dove in.
His tongue parted your folds in one slow, deliberate lick from base to clit, drawing a sharp gasp from your lips.
“God—”
“Shit, you taste so fucking sweet,” he growled against you before latching onto your clit, his tongue flicking in slow, teasing circles that had your hips jerking.
“Sunghoon—ah—” Your voice cracked as his hands gripped your thighs, forcing them wider and holding you down like he wasn’t about to let you squirm away.
“Stay still,” he ordered roughly between licks. “Let me enjoy this.”
You felt his fingers join in, two of them sliding into your soaked heat with maddening ease as his tongue continued its relentless assault on your clit. The stretch made you cry out, your nails digging into the sheets.
“You’re tight,” he groaned, pumping his fingers slowly before curling them just right. “Bet you’d feel even better wrapped around my cock.”
Your walls clenched at his words, and he chuckled darkly, the sound vibrating against your most sensitive spot.
“Oh? You like the sound of that, sweetheart?” His tongue pressed flat against your clit before sucking gently, sending white-hot sparks shooting through your body. “You want me to fill you up, huh? Stretch this pretty little pussy until you can’t think?”
“S-Sunghoon—please—”
“Please what?” He smirked against your core, his pace unrelenting as your thighs trembled in his hold. “Use your words, baby.”
“I—I don’t—fuck—”
You couldn’t even finish the thought before your body locked up, heat flooding through you in a sharp wave as your climax crashed over you.
Your thighs trembled around Sunghoon’s head, but his strong hands kept you spread wide as his tongue continued its relentless assault.
“Shhh… there you go,” he murmured against your clit, his voice low and wrecked. “That’s it, sweetheart. Cum for me. God, you taste so fucking perfect.”
Your back arched off the mattress, fingers clutching desperately at the sheets as the pleasure spiraled, making you whimper his name over and over.
When he finally pulled back, his lips and chin were slick, his dark eyes glittering with pure hunger.
“You’re gorgeous like this,” he muttered, leaning in to kiss you. The taste of yourself on his tongue made you moan into his mouth, your body still shivering from the aftershocks.
As his mouth claimed yours, you barely noticed his hands working at the buttons of his black shirt, tugging it off his shoulders and tossing it to the floor.
He moved with purpose now—quickly unzipping his pants and pushing them down along with his boxers.
When he straightened back up, your eyes widened, lips parting in shock.
“Is… is that going to fit?” you stammered, staring at his length, thick and heavy in his hand as he stroked himself slowly, precum already glistening at the tip.
A low, deep laugh rumbled from his chest as he leaned forward, his thumb brushing your swollen bottom lip.
“It will, sweetheart. I got you,” he said softly, his tone dripping with reassurance. “We’ll take it slow, yeah? Let me take care of you.”
You nodded weakly, your thighs instinctively trying to press together again. But Sunghoon was already settling between them, his broad frame dwarfing yours as he lined himself up.
“Relax for me,” he murmured, kissing your forehead, your cheeks, your jaw. “You’re so perfect. So fucking perfect.”
The blunt head of his cock rubbed through your folds, gathering your slick as he teased your entrance. The sensation made you whine, your hips twitching involuntarily.
“Shhh… it’s okay, sweetheart,” he whispered against your lips. “Just a little stretch, yeah? I’ll go slow.”
Then he began to press in, inch by inch. The stretch burned slightly, your walls clenching instinctively around him as you let out a hiss.
“God—Sunghoon—”
“I know, I know.” His hand cupped your cheek tenderly as he stilled, letting you adjust. “You’re doing so good for me. So tight—fuck, I can feel every bit of you.”
Your nails dug into his shoulders as he kissed the corner of your mouth, his other hand stroking your thigh gently.
“Breathe, sweetheart. You’ve got me. I’m right here.”
When he finally bottomed out, buried fully inside you, he paused. His eyes softened at the sight of yours—glossy and overwhelmed, your chest rising and falling rapidly.
“Oh, sweetheart…” He cooed, thumb brushing your temple. “Take your time. Don’t rush. I’m not going anywhere.”
You nodded shakily, your hands gripping his shoulders as you whispered, breathless, “You… you can move.”
His eyes softened, his thumb stroking your cheek before his lips ghosted over yours. “You sure, sweetheart?”
“Yes…” you exhaled, your hips shifting slightly beneath him. “Please.”
That one word made something in him snap.
“Good girl,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your temple as he slowly began to rock his hips.
The stretch burned at first, but then his thick length dragged against that perfect spot inside you, making your lips part in a moan.
“Fuck—you feel so good,” Sunghoon groaned, his voice husky and low as his pace stayed slow, deliberate. “So warm, so tight. Like you were made for me.”
The sound of skin slapping against skin soon filled the room, mingling with your breathy whines and his deep, guttural groans. Each thrust sent shocks of pleasure spiraling through you, your nails digging into his back as you struggled to hold on.
“Sunghoon—” you gasped, arching into him as his hips rolled deeper, the head of his cock brushing places that made your toes curl.
“Yeah, baby?” he panted, his lips pressing kisses down your neck between words. “Talk to me. Tell me how it feels.”
“So—so full—”
“That’s right,” he growled, his pace picking up slightly as your walls fluttered around him. “Taking every inch of me like such a good little girl.”
You raked your nails down his back at a particularly deep thrust, and he hissed, his hips stuttering for a moment.
“Shit—do that again,” he gritted out. “Mark me up. Don’t hold back, sweetheart.”
Your hands clawed at his shoulders, leaving angry red streaks in their wake, and Sunghoon’s groan turned into something feral.
“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he whispered harshly, his pace now rougher, faster. “So fucking perfect for me. You hear that? Mine.”
“Y-yes—yours—”
“That’s it,” he praised, his thumb brushing your swollen bottom lip as his hips snapped harder. “Cum for me again, baby. Wanna feel you soak my cock.”
The knot in your stomach unraveled fast, your walls clenching tightly around him as you cried out his name.
“Sunghoon!”
“Fuck—there it is—goddamn,” he groaned, hips jerking as he buried himself deep one last time. His release spilled hot inside you, his breath ragged against your ear as his body trembled with the force of his climax.
He stayed like that for a moment, chest pressed to yours, both of you panting in the quiet room now thick with heat and the faint scent of sweat and sex.
“You did so good for me,” he murmured finally, pressing a soft kiss to your jaw as he slowly pulled out.
You whimpered at the loss, and Sunghoon hushed you gently. “It’s okay, sweetheart. I got you.”
Sliding off the bed, he disappeared into the bathroom, returning seconds later with warm towels. He cleaned you up carefully, his touch tender as his thumb brushed soothing circles on your thigh.
“Sunghoon…” you murmured, dazed and still trembling slightly.
“Shhh. Rest, baby.” He wiped himself down quickly before climbing back into bed with you, his fingers brushing stray hairs from your face.
You looked so perfect there—bare, flushed, glowing in the soft golden sunlight slipping in through the slightly open curtains.
He felt his chest tighten at the sight.
“You’re beautiful,” he said quietly, almost to himself, as his thumb traced your bottom lip.
Your eyes fluttered open to meet his, still hazy but soft. “Sooyun’s… almost done with school.”
A small smile tugged at his lips as he leaned down, pressing a lingering kiss to your temple.
“Do you want to pick her up together?” he asked softly, his voice warm and calm now.
You nodded, and he chuckled lightly, his fingers still stroking your cheek.
“Alright, sweetheart. But first…” He pulled you into his chest, tucking you against him as the sunlight bathed you both. “Let me hold you like this for a little longer.”
The sleek black car slowed as Sunghoon turned into the school’s parking lot, his hand casually resting on the gear shift. He parked smoothly, cutting the engine with a quiet sigh.
Without a word, he unbuckled his seatbelt and stepped out. The afternoon sunlight caught in his hair, highlighting the strands of brown as he strode around the front of the car.
You fumbled with your seatbelt, but before you could even reach for the handle, the passenger door swung open.
“Come on,” Sunghoon said softly, his hand outstretched.
You blinked up at him, your heart fluttering at how natural this all felt. Sliding your hand into his, you let him help you out.
“Thank you,” you said with a smile.
His lips tugged upwards—barely noticeable, but it was there—as his thumb brushed against yours briefly before he let go to shut the door.
As he fell into step beside you, his presence steady and grounding, he gently placed his palm on your lower back, guiding you toward the parents’ waiting area.
But before either of you could even speak, the sound of quick, tiny footsteps broke through the hum of other parents chatting.
“Daddy! Aunt (Y/N)!”
You looked down just in time to see Sooyun barreling toward you both, her little backpack bouncing wildly with each step.
“Hi, baby!” you greeted, crouching slightly with a wide smile.
“Hi!” she beamed up at you, her little face glowing with excitement before turning her attention to her father.
“Daddy, carry me!”
Sunghoon’s expression softened instantly as he bent down, scooping her up in one arm with practiced ease.
“Gotcha, princess,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to her hairline.
Sooyun giggled, clutching her tiny arms around his neck as you straightened. Without thinking, Sunghoon’s free hand found yours again, fingers intertwining effortlessly as he started walking back toward the parking lot.
It felt natural. Like this was always meant to be. The three of you—together.
As you reached the car, Sunghoon set Sooyun down gently, ruffling her hair as she tugged her backpack straps back into place.
She looked up at you suddenly, her big eyes blinking.
“Can I sit with you at the front, Aunt (Y/N)?” she asked sweetly, her voice hopeful.
You glanced at Sunghoon, unsure if he’d be okay with that, but he gave you a single nod—subtle, approving.
Your heart warmed as you crouched again, holding your arms out. “Of course, baby. Come on, I’ll carry you.”
Sooyun squealed happily as she ran into your arms, and you lifted her with a soft laugh, adjusting her on your hip as Sunghoon opened the passenger door for you both.
“Let’s get you buckled up, yeah?” you said softly, kissing the crown of her head as she leaned against you contentedly.
Sunghoon’s eyes lingered on the two of you for a moment longer than necessary, his expression unreadable but warm.
And then, as if nothing had shifted—when in truth, everything had—he turned back toward the car, opening the door for you both.
The drive back was quiet, Sooyun’s little head resting against your shoulder as you absentmindedly ran your fingers through her hair.
Every so often, Sunghoon’s gaze flickered to the rearview mirror, catching glimpses of you two together, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips each time.
Now, hours later, the three of you were curled up in the living room. A thick knit blanket was draped over you and Sooyun, who had snuggled firmly into your side with her small hand clutching your sweater.
‘The Little Mermaid’ played softly on the TV, the bluish glow of the screen painting the room in gentle hues.
Sunghoon was stretched out on the other side of the couch, his long legs crossed at the ankle, a mug of tea cooling on the coffee table in front of him.
His hair was slightly messy now, his black sweatshirt hanging loose on his frame.
As Ursula sang her climactic reprise, Sunghoon leaned forward slightly, his brows furrowed as he whispered,
“How did Eric not notice that it wasn’t Ariel? I mean, her whole voice was gone, but come on…”
You stifled a laugh, pressing your lips together.
Sooyun, however, wasn’t as amused. She sat up slightly, her little brows knitted together as she shushed him fiercely. “Shhh! Watch, Daddy!”
Sunghoon raised his hands in mock defeat, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. “Okay, okay—my bad, princess. I’ll be quiet.”
You let out a soft laugh at the exchange, shaking your head as you said teasingly, “That’s not very nice, Sooyun. Poor Daddy.”
Sooyun’s stern expression faltered, her lips twitching as she sheepishly muttered, “Sorry, Daddy…”
“That’s better,” Sunghoon chuckled, reaching over to ruffle her bangs.
You smiled as you gently brushed her fringe away from her eyes, tucking it back as she settled in against your side once more, her attention glued to the screen.
From his spot, Sunghoon watched the way you handled her—so gentle, so natural. It pulled at something deep in his chest, a warmth he wasn’t prepared for.
“She really, really likes you,” he whispered, his voice so soft it was almost drowned out by the movie.
Your gaze flickered to him, the TV’s glow catching the sharp lines of his jaw, the softness in his eyes. You gave him a quiet smile, your voice equally tender.
“It’s a good thing I took up this job then, yeah?”
He huffed a quiet laugh, the sound low and warm as his eyes crinkled. “Yeah… yeah, it really is.”
There was a pause, something settling between the two of you like a secret too precious to name. Then he leaned his head against yours, his dark hair brushing your temple as his hand rested loosely across his stomach.
Sooyun yawned suddenly, the little sound pulling both your gazes down to her. Her eyes fluttered sleepily, her grip on your sweater loosening as she shifted closer to your side.
“She’s out,” you whispered with a small laugh, your heart melting at the sight of her soft, peaceful face.
“Yeah,” Sunghoon murmured, his eyes soft as he gazed at her. “And she looks perfect.”
You blinked back the warmth pooling in your eyes, brushing a stray lock of hair from Sooyun’s forehead as you whispered, “Should I tuck her into bed?”
Sunghoon’s gaze shifted from his daughter to you, something unreadable flickering across his face before he stood, stretching slightly.
“I’ll come with you,” he said quietly, reaching for the remote to pause the movie.
Carefully, you adjusted your hold on Sooyun, her little arms still loosely wrapped around your neck as she slept soundly against your shoulder. Standing slowly, you tried your best not to jostle her.
Sunghoon’s hand instinctively went to your lower back, steadying you as you moved, his touch warm even through the fabric of your sweater.
Together, you walked up the staircase, the soft creak of each step the only sound between you.
When you reached her room, Sunghoon pushed the door open gently, the faint glow of the hallway spilling across the pale pink walls.
You stepped inside carefully, the scent of her vanilla-scented nightlight already filling the space.
The little girl’s room was as dreamy as her personality—tiny stuffed animals arranged neatly on a shelf, her small bed framed by a sheer canopy.
Sunghoon moved ahead of you, switching on her pink bunny-shaped nightlight so the room was bathed in a soft, comforting glow.
You lowered Sooyun onto her bed as delicately as possible, tucking her under the pastel comforter. She shifted slightly, a little sigh escaping her lips, but didn’t wake.
You were smoothing the blanket over her small frame when her voice, sleepy and soft, broke the stillness of the room:
“Night night, Daddy… night night, Mommy…”
Your breath hitched.
You froze, your wide eyes darting to Sunghoon. He was standing at the foot of the bed, his hands resting loosely in his pockets. His lips parted slightly at the sound of her words, but then… a small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.
The look he gave you made your heart squeeze painfully in your chest. It was warm. Gentle. Almost longing.
He didn’t correct her. Didn’t laugh. Instead, he leaned down, brushing his lips softly against Sooyun’s forehead.
“Night night, baby,” he murmured, his voice low and tender.
You swallowed hard, willing the lump in your throat to ease as tears pricked your eyes. Slowly, you brushed your fingers through Sooyun’s hair, your voice coming out shakier than you wanted.
“Sweet dreams, baby girl,” you whispered with a soft smile, even as you blinked rapidly to keep the tears from spilling.
Sooyun moved again, already drifting deeper into sleep, her small hand clutching the edge of her blanket.
You lingered for a moment, staring down at her peaceful face before forcing yourself to step back. Sunghoon was waiting by the door, his dark eyes still fixed on you.
When you met his gaze, there was a softness there that made it almost impossible to breathe.
Sunghoon’s lips curved into the faintest smile as he stepped closer, his eyes never leaving yours.
Without a word, his hand slid gently around your waist, the warmth of his palm seeping through your sweater.
You sat comfortably on the bleachers, one hand resting on the curve of your very pregnant belly while the other balanced a thermos of warm tea on your thigh.
Your eyes followed Sunghoon as he glided effortlessly across the ice, giving calm instructions to a group of young skaters. His voice carried even from where you sat—firm yet gentle.
But your attention drifted just a little as two very familiar figures hovered by the rink’s edge.
Sooyun—now fifteen and nearly the spitting image of her father—skated gracefully, her hand clasped protectively around the chubby fingers of her little brother, Sangwon.
At five years old, he was a carbon copy of Sunghoon: jet-black hair, doe eyes, and even that little furrow of concentration as he tried to balance himself on the ice.
“Careful, Sangwon,” Sooyun murmured, adjusting her grip as his tiny skates wobbled dangerously.
You couldn’t help but smile at the sight, the warmth spreading in your chest as you slowly stood, your free hand bracing the small of your back.
The weight of your belly made you move carefully, but there was a soft contentment in it now. You strolled toward the low door by the rink’s edge, calling out in a gentle tone,
“Be careful, you two. Don’t pull each other down.”
Sooyun looked up, her face brightening at the sight of you. She carefully guided Sangwon toward you, her long hair bouncing as she skated.
“Mom, don’t strain yourself,” she said quickly, eyeing your belly with exaggerated concern.
You laughed softly, smoothing a hand over the dress that hugged your rounded figure. “I’m not disabled, Sooyun. Relax.”
She pouted as she helped Sangwon step clumsily through the little door. His tiny arms immediately wrapped around your legs.
“Hi, Mommy!” he chirped up at you, his cheeks flushed pink from the cold.
You ruffled his hair, leaning down slightly with a grin. “Hi, baby. Were you skating like a big boy?”
Before Sangwon could answer, a familiar voice drawled behind you. “Careful there, pregnant lady. One fall and Sunghoon’s gonna kill all of us.”
You turned sharply, rolling your eyes at the sight of Heeseung strolling toward you in his oversized coat, hands shoved into his pockets, a smirk plastered across his face.
“Shut up, Heeseung,” you shot back playfully, though you couldn’t stop the laugh that bubbled out.
“Uncle Heeseung!” Sangwon and Sooyun beamed in unison, their faces lighting up as two more figures appeared from behind him.
“Hi, Aunt (Y/N)!” chirped Hamin and Hyunmin—Heeseung’s twin nephews who were the same age as Sooyun.
“Hamin, Hyunmin,” you greeted them warmly with a smile, waving as the pair grinned back.
“Don’t even think about it,” Sooyun warned, narrowing her eyes at the twins as they exchanged mischievous looks. But it was too late.
With a yelp, Sooyun found herself being tugged back toward the ice by the two boys.
“What are you two doing?!” she shrieked, her skates scraping against the rubber mat as they dragged her through the little door.
“They’re gonna get it,” you murmured with a grin, watching the chaotic trio vanish back onto the rink.
“That’s what happens when they team up,” Heeseung said with a smirk, leaning casually against the small doorframe.
A sudden presence made you glance to your left—Sunghoon, holding his gloves in one hand, his brow slightly raised as he watched the three teens scuffle on the ice. “What’s going on with those three?”
You shook your head with a soft laugh, waving it off. “Let the kids be kids, yeah?”
“Yeah,” came another voice from behind, deeper and teasing.
All three of you turned as Jake sauntered in, scarf loose around his neck, and eyes crinkling with amusement.
“Uncle Jake!” Sangwon squealed, breaking into a run across the floor. Jake didn’t miss a beat, scooping the boy up with a practiced ease.
“My favorite nephew,” Jake declared dramatically, pressing a loud kiss to Sangwon’s cheek, making him giggle.
“Hey, what about us?” Hamin called out from the rink.
“Second and third favorite nephews,” Jake called back, earning a chorus of groans from the twins as Sooyun cackled at them.
Sunghoon’s eyes flicked briefly to you, and his lips curled into the faintest of smiles—the kind he reserved only for these quiet, domestic moments.
“You shouldn’t be standing too long,” he murmured, stepping a little closer as his hand brushed lightly against your elbow.
You looked up, cheeks warming as you let him guide you back to the bleachers. “I’m fine. Don’t fuss.”
Sunghoon only huffed, his jaw tight as he stepped off the ice and onto the rubber mat. His hand didn’t leave yours as he carefully eased you down onto the bleacher seat.
“You’re not fine. You’re eight months pregnant and acting like you’re still twenty-one with no responsibilities.”
You groaned, throwing your head back slightly as you adjusted your dress over your belly. “You’re so dramatic. I wasn’t even standing for that long.”
Before Sunghoon could retort, Jay approached with his hands shoved in his pockets, his brows raised in amusement at the sight of his brooding friend fussing over you.
Behind him, Heeseung and Jake exchanged knowing smirks.
“Careful there, Sunghoon,” Heeseung called out, his voice laced with teasing. “Don’t anger the pregnant lady. She might swing first.”
Jake barked out a laugh, clapping Heeseung on the back. “Or worse, she’ll make you sleep on the couch.”
Sunghoon shot them both a sharp glare that could slice through glass.
“Do you two want an angry punch to your faces instead?” His voice was calm, too calm, the kind of calm that carried a quiet warning.
Jake raised both his hands in mock surrender, laughter still rumbling in his chest. “Relax. If it wasn’t for us, you wouldn’t have met (Y/N) in the first place. You’re welcome for literally changing your life.”
Heeseung leaned casually against the railing, grinning. “Yeah, you should be thanking us. Maybe even buying us dinner for setting the wheels in motion.”
Still gripping your hand, Sunghoon glanced down.
His thumb brushed against the massive diamond engagement ring glittering on your finger—the one perfectly paired with the equally dazzling wedding band. His lips curved faintly, just enough to make you catch it.
“Yeah…” he muttered, his voice soft but laced with that usual edge. “I should thank you assholes. You changed my life.”
You looked at him then, meeting his gaze as your own cheeks warmed under the intensity of it. He squeezed your hand gently, his thumb tracing circles over your knuckles.
You smiled, tilting your head. “What?”
Sunghoon shook his head slightly, but there was the faintest smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “Nothing,” he murmured.
Then, louder, he turned to the men still loitering near the rink door. “Do you guys want to eat dinner at our place?”
Heeseung’s grin was immediate, bright and wolfish. “Sure, I’ll call Heedo and let him know he’s babysitting tonight.”
He was already pulling out his phone, scrolling like he’d been waiting for an excuse.
Jake smirked, slipping his hands into his jacket pockets. “Free food and I get to harass Sunghoon in his own house? Count me in.”
You chuckled softly, watching the easy banter as Sunghoon straightened up and called out, “Sooyun—come on, let’s go!”
From across the rink, Sooyun’s yelp echoed as Hamin and Hyunmin grinned devilishly, tugging her between them like she was some kind of prize.
“Let go of me, you little brats!” she scolded, though her laughter betrayed how unbothered she really was.
You couldn’t help but laugh, your hand resting protectively over your belly as the trio skated off the ice toward you. Sooyun’s hair was slightly messy, her cheeks flushed pink from both embarrassment and exertion.
“Keep your nephews away from my daughter, Heeseung,” Sunghoon warned, his voice low but edged with amusement as he watched the scene unfold.
Heeseung didn’t even flinch. In fact, his grin grew wider as he pocketed his phone. “Why? At least you’ll know she’ll have good-looking kids when she marries one of them.”
You nearly choked on your own laugh as Sunghoon’s brows shot up. He turned slowly to Heeseung, his hand tightening slightly around yours.
“Heeseung,” he said flatly, “do you want me to throw you into the rink? Because I will.”
Jake burst out laughing, clutching his stomach. “Oh man, I’m staying for this drama.”
Sooyun finally managed to break free from the twins’ grasp, rushing to your side as Sangwon hugged her legs.
And as Sunghoon’s eyes found yours across the commotion, that quiet, tender smile of his made your heart swell—it felt like home.
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