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“Soft”, Shane Hollander & Ilya Rozanov [Hudson Williams & Connor Storrie], Heated Rivalry
Jan, 2026
For My Sweet Tooth (and You) *ksn
A cozy evening of rain, laughter, and brownie-making turns into a tender moment of love between two people savoring the sweetness of each other’s company.
pairing ⫘ sunoo x fem!reader
genre: fluff | skinship | kissing | est. relationship
Note: posted after a long time…. hope y'all like it :)
The rain tapped gently against the windowpane as we curled up on the couch, a cozy blanket draped over our legs. The dim glow of the TV lit up the room, playing the latest episode of that mystery series we’d been binging. Sunoo’s arm was lazily wrapped around my shoulders, his fingers absentmindedly tracing circles on my arm.
“Okay, there’s no way she’s the killer,” I murmured, narrowing my eyes at the screen. “It’s too obvious.”
He chuckled softly, his warm breath brushing against my hair. “You always say that… and then you’re wrong.”
I tilted my head up, giving him a playful glare. “Oh, really? I’m keeping score next season.”
“Please do.” He smirked, leaning down to press a quick kiss to my forehead. “But I’ll still win.”
“Full of yourself, aren’t you?” I teased, nudging him with my elbow.
“Confident,” he corrected, his eyes twinkling as he pulled me a little closer.
Just as the plot thickened on the screen, a low grumble interrupted the moment—my stomach, making its hunger known.
“Guess that’s my cue,” I said, laughing as I sat up, stretching. “Brownies?”
Sunoo’s face lit up instantly, that cute excitement I loved so much. “Definitely brownies.”
“Come on then, Mr. Know-It-All,” I teased, tugging his hand as I headed toward the kitchen.
The rain tapped gently against the windowpane as I stood barefoot in the kitchen, tying my hair up into a messy bun. Flour dusted the edges of the countertop, and the sweet scent of melted chocolate lingered in the air. Sunoo was leaning against the doorway, watching me with that playful smile that always made my heart flutter.
"Are we making brownies or a mess?" he teased, raising an eyebrow.
I rolled my eyes, grinning as I tossed a bit of flour in his direction. "A little mess never hurt anyone," I said, laughing as a puff of white clouded the space between us.
"Alright, chef," he said, stepping closer, his arms circling around my waist from behind. His chin rested lightly on my shoulder as he peeked over, watching me whisk the sugar and eggs together. "I think you’re missing something…"
I leaned back into him, feeling the warmth of his chest against my back. "And what’s that, Mr. Know-It-All?"
Sunoo reached over and grabbed the bowl of melted chocolate, his fingers brushing against mine. "This," he whispered, his lips brushing softly against my neck before pulling away.
I turned to look at him, playfully narrowing my eyes. "Trying to distract me, huh?"
"Is it working?" he murmured, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
I giggled, turning back to the task at hand. "Maybe."
As I poured the glossy chocolate mixture into the bowl, he slipped a finger into the batter, bringing it to his lips. "Mmm," he hummed, eyes closing dramatically. "Needs more love."
"More love?" I scoffed, but I couldn’t help the smile tugging at my lips. "You’re impossible."
"Impossible to resist?" Sunoo asked with a wink.
I shook my head, trying to focus, but the way he was looking at me made it impossible. I grabbed a spoonful of batter and held it up. "Since you’re such an expert, taste this."
He leaned in, eyes locked with mine, and instead of taking the spoon, his lips met mine—soft, sweet, and tasting faintly of chocolate.
"Definitely perfect," he murmured against my lips.
My heart fluttered as I pulled away, laughing softly. "Okay, okay, if we don’t get these in the oven soon, we’ll be eating raw brownie batter for dinner."
"Not the worst idea," he chuckled, but he helped me pour the batter into the pan, his hands brushing mine just a little longer than necessary.
As the brownies baked, the kitchen felt warmer—whether from the oven or from the way he kept stealing glances at me, I wasn’t sure. We sat on the counter, our legs dangling as we waited.
When the timer finally dinged, I jumped off the counter, grabbing a knife to cut into the gooey perfection. He watched as I placed a piece on a plate, but before I could take a bite, he pulled me close again.
"Let me," he said softly, feeding me a warm, fudgy piece.
My eyes closed as the rich, chocolatey goodness melted in my mouth. "Mmm… perfect."
"Just like us," he murmured, his forehead resting gently against mine.
And in that moment, surrounded by the scent of warm brownies and the warmth of his embrace, I knew—this wasn’t just dessert. It was love, served one sweet moment at a time.
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Mint Choco, Pistachio, and a Love So Sweet *pjs
An evening of candlelight, seaside ice cream, and starlit kisses turns a simple night into the beginning of always.
pairing ⫘ jay x fem!reader
genre: fluff | skinship | kissing | est. relationship
Note: After a long time.... hope y'all like it :)
The night outside was calm, the moon hanging low in the sky, casting a soft silver glow over the city. The distant hum of cars echoed faintly, blending with the rustle of leaves swaying in the cool breeze. Our apartment windows were slightly open, letting in the gentle night air that carried a hint of jasmine from the nearby garden. The world outside felt quiet and still, but inside, it was warm, cozy and filled with love.
The soft glow of fairy lights danced across the walls, making the space feel even more intimate. The scent of something delicious wafted through the air, teasing my senses and pulling me towards the kitchen.
Jay was standing by the stove, his back to me, completely lost in what he was doing. He wore that old apron I had bought as a joke—it had ‘Master Chef’ printed on it—but tonight, he looked like one. His sleeves were rolled up, and his brow furrowed slightly as he stirred the simmering sauce with care.
“Smells amazing,” I murmured, leaning against the door of the kichen, a soft smile tugging at my lips.
He glanced back at me, his eyes lighting up instantly. “Good timing. I was just about to call you.”
“Looks like you didn’t need to,” I teased, stepping closer. “What’s on the menu, Chef Park Jong-Seong?”
“Pasta. But not just any pasta,” he said dramatically, holding up the fork for me to taste. “It’s my special garlic butter shrimp pasta.”
I leaned in, taking a small taste, and my eyes widened instantly. “Oh my God, Jay! This is so good!”
His grin was full of pride. “You like it?”
“Like it? I might need to marry you just so I can eat this forever,” I joked, nudging him playfully.
“Noted,” he winked, going back to plate the dish with an expert’s touch.
The warm, buttery scent filled the air as he set the plates on the table, where candles flickered softly, casting a romantic glow. Two wine glasses stood nearby, catching the candlelight and adding a touch of elegance to the night. He pulled out a chair for me, ever the gentleman, and then, instead of sitting across from me, he slid into the seat beside me. His knee brushed gently against mine, and his eyes, full of warmth, never left mine. Jay always preferred sitting beside me rather than across, something about being close, feeling our arms brush, and sharing the moment side by side made him happiest.
As we twirled the pasta around our forks, the world outside faded away. The night might have been cool and quiet, but in this little corner of the world, where laughter echoed between bites and love simmered in every glance, it was nothing short of perfect.
The last bite of pasta melted on my tongue, leaving behind a warmth that matched the glow in my heart. The candles flickered gently, their soft light reflecting in Jay’s eyes as he leaned back with a satisfied sigh.
“That,” I murmured, setting my fork down, “was absolutely perfect.”
“Glad you liked it,” he said, his lips curving into that soft smile that always made my heart skip a beat. But then, his eyes twinkled mischievously. “But… I think we’re missing something.”
I tilted my head, pretending to think. “Hmm… dessert?”
“Exactly.” His grin widened. “How about ice cream by the sea?”
I lit up instantly. “You know I can never say no to that.”
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The cool night air greeted us as we stepped out of the apartment, hand in hand. The city had quieted down, and the moon hung high, casting a gentle glow over everything. The distant sound of waves crashing against the shore grew louder as we walked toward the beach, the scent of salt in the air.
A convenience store, sat just off the boardwalk, was still open, it’s neon sign casting a warm glow into the quite night. Inside, the freezers offered a mix of familiar favorites and indulgent delights, flavors that felt just right for a night like this.
“What do you want to have?” Jay asked, eyeing the menu which was stuck on top of the freezer.
“Hmm… you know it already,” I replied with a smirk.
“Of course.” He chuckled, shaking his head before taking out a cone of mint Choco for me and his usual Pistachio and Caramel.
We took our cones and wandered toward the shoreline, where the waves whispered softly against the sand. The night breeze kissed my skin as we walked barefoot along the cool, damp shore, the ocean lapping gently at our toes.
I took a slow lick of my ice cream, savoring the sweetness. “Mmm… I don’t know what’s better, this or your pasta.”
“Pasta,” he said confidently, taking a bite of his own cone. “But this is a close second.”
I giggled, nudging him playfully with my shoulder. “You’re biased.”
“Maybe,” he murmured softly, his eyes drifting towards the sea where the moonlight danced on the water.
“Let’s sit for a while,” Jay murmured, his voice barely louder than the whisper of the sea.
“Here?” I asked softly, glancing down at the smooth patch of sand just a few steps away from where the waves met the shore.
“Yeah.” he gave me a soft smile, “Right here.”
We settled down, the cool sand cushioning us as the sea stretched endlessly before us. I tucked my legs beneath me, leaning slightly into his side as he wrapped an arm around me, pulling me closer. His warmth against the cool night air was comforting, making me feel safe.
“Isn’t this perfect?” I murmured, taking a slow lick of my Mint Choco ice cream. The cool, refreshing taste lingered on my tongue, blending perfectly with the salty breeze.
“Perfect,” he echoed softly, his voice laced with contentment.
For a while, we sat in comfortable silence, watching the waves roll in and out, their rhythm soothing and constant. The stars above twinkled like tiny diamonds, reflecting on the water’s surface as if they, too, were admiring the beauty of the night.
Jay leaned back slightly, his free hand drawing lazy circles in the sand. “You know, I could get used to nights like this,” he murmured, his gaze fixed on the horizon.
“Me too,” I whispered, resting my head against his shoulder.
His thumb brushed gently along my arm, sending tiny sparks dancing across my skin. “I don’t need much,” he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper. “Just you, some ice cream, and the sound of the waves.”
I smiled, my heart swelling with warmth. “You make it sound so simple.”
“Love is simple,” he murmured, tilting his head down to press a soft kiss on my hair. “It’s everything else that makes it complicated.”
We sat there for what felt like forever, just us, the sea, and the stars bearing witness to our quiet love. The world felt so far away, but in that moment, I didn’t need anything else. His arm around me, the cool sand beneath us, and the distant hum of the waves made everything feel complete.
My ice cream was almost gone, but I didn’t mind. I glanced up at Jay, his eyes reflecting the moonlight, and I felt my heart flutter.
“Jay,” I whispered, nudging him gently.
“Hmm?” He turned towards me, his gaze soft and full of warmth.
“I think…” I paused, a playful smile tugging at my lips, “we should do this more often.”
He chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “Agreed. But next time, I’m picking the ice cream.”
“Deal.”
Before I could say anything else, Jay leaned in, brushing his lips softly against mine. The kiss was tender, sweet, and tasted faintly of pistachio and mint choco, just like us.
As we pulled away, I gazed into his eyes, my heart pounding softly in my chest. “I love you, Jay,” I whispered, my voice barely louder than the sound of the waves.
His lips curved into that soft, heart-melting smile. “I love you too,” he murmured, his forehead resting gently against mine.
And just like that, we sealed another perfect night under the stars—with laughter, love, and the quiet promises that only hearts could hear.
As the waves whispered their secrets to the shore and the stars blinked down like silent witnesses, I knew in my heart that moments like this weren’t fleeting.
With Jay’s hand in mine and the world fading around us, I realized, this wasn’t just another perfect night.
It was the beginning of forever.
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Right Beside You *psh
A chance encounter on a quiet beach in Pattaya sparks a soulful three-day connection between two strangers, turning into something real, warm, and unforgettable.
pairing ⫘ sunghoon x fem!reader
genre: fluff | skinship | kissing | est. relationship
Note: Got so much love for my 1st tumblr post! So here's a 2nd one. Hope y'all enjoy :)
The beach is quiet tonight. Most of the noise has faded — no loud music, no crowds, just the hush of the waves brushing the sand. The moon is hanging low, silver and soft, and I’m walking barefoot, feeling each step like it’s part of something bigger than just a walk.
That’s when I see him.
He’s crouched near the shoreline, frowning at a paper lantern like it personally offended him. The wind keeps blowing out the little flame he’s trying to light, and I hear him mumble, “Why do you do this to me, little fire…”
I smile. I can’t help it. I walk over.
“Struggling?” I ask gently.
He looks up, caught off guard for a second, and then smiles — and it’s this boyish, goofy kind of smile that makes everything around us feel lighter.
“Yes,” he says with a soft laugh. “The fire… it hates me, I think.”
I kneel down beside him. “Mind if I try?”
“Please. Save me from public embarrassment.”
I take the lighter from his hand and shield the base of the lantern with my palm. “You’re rushing it,” I say quietly. “It needs time. You have to be patient with fire.”
He tilts his head, watching me. “Like a person, huh?”
“Exactly. A shy one.”
We both laugh.
Our fingers touch as we steady the lantern together. There’s this tiny moment — just a flicker — but it catches something in me. Something warm. Something real.
The flame holds this time. The lantern glows, soft and golden, and starts to rise. We both stand, watching it float upward, weightless and calm. The world feels quiet again.
He turns to me and says, “We made that.”
I look at him. “Yeah. We did.”
“By the way, I’m Sunghoon,” he says, offering his hand.
“y/n.”
“Nice to meet you, y/n,” he says, repeating it slowly, like he doesn’t want to forget it. “Would you… maybe want to walk with me for a little?”
I nod. “Yeah. I’d like that.”
So we walk — no destination, just sand, sea, and this strange, lovely current between us. We talk about everything: places we’ve been, favorite street food, the weirdest thing we’ve seen while traveling. He says things that make me laugh in that way where your chest softens. Sunghoon says things like, “I think mango sticky rice is a love language.”
We end up grabbing drinks at a little beach shack still open, fairy lights strung above us, music humming low. We talk until we both realize how late it’s gotten — but neither of us is in a hurry to say goodbye.
As we leave, we realize we’re headed in the same direction.
“Wait… which hotel are you at?” he asks.
“GLOW Pattaya.”
He freezes. “No way. That’s mine too.”
We both laugh — then keep walking together until we reach it. We walk through the lobby, still talking, step into the elevator.
“What floor?” he asks.
“Five.”
He just stares at me, grinning. “Me too.”
The elevator dings. We step out.
“My room is 508.” He pulls out his key.
“507.”
We both just burst out laughing, and there’s something so perfect about it that we don’t even question how or why. It just feels like we’re supposed to be here. Side by side.
We meet for breakfast — accidentally at first. Sunghoon’s still half-asleep, hair messy, barefoot in the hotel lounge. He says, “I never look this cool in the morning,” and I laugh because he actually does.
That day, we decide to explore the floating market. We share a coconut. He tries to convince me insects are a legitimate snack. I pretend to gag; he pretends to be offended. We buy matching bracelets from a stall with no name. He says, “Now if you disappear, I’ll find you by your wrist.”
That night, we sit on the rooftop pool deck, feet dangling in the water. He talks about his childhood, his mom, the time he got lost in IKEA and cried in a wardrobe. I tell him things I didn’t even realize I wanted to share. He listens like he’s memorizing me.
The next day, we rent a scooter. He drives, I wrap my arms around him. He keeps pointing out things with childlike wonder — street cats, hanging lights, colors in the sky. I keep pointing out how bad he is at parking. It’s perfect.
We end up at a temple just before sunset. Everything is gold and quiet. He holds my hand without asking. It fits so naturally in his. When we turn to look at each other, there’s this pause. A soft, open silence. Nothing dramatic. Just a moment where it feels like our hearts lean in first.
We don’t kiss. We don’t need to. The closeness says everything.
That night, we fall asleep texting each other from the rooms right beside one another.
“I can hear you laugh through the wall.” “Then stop being funny.” “I’m trying. But you’re cute when you laugh.” “I’m keeping that message forever.”
By day three, it’s not just chemistry — it’s rhythm.
We know how the other takes coffee. We finish each other’s snacks. Sunghoon tells me how I scrunch my nose when I’m thinking, and I tell him how he unconsciously hums when he’s happy.
Not heavier — just full. Like time itself is holding its breath. Like every second with him matters more because we both know… something’s unfolding.
We take a boat to a quiet island not far from the shore — not crowded, not loud. Just soft waves, warm breeze, and sand that feels untouched. It’s the kind of place you don’t talk too much in — because silence says more here.
We lay out a towel, stretch beside each other, drift into half-naps and sun-drenched daydreams. When I open my eyes, he’s drawing quiet shapes in the sand with a stick, his brows relaxed, lips slightly parted like he’s deep in thought.
I sit up, watching him. Something swells inside me — slow and undeniable.
“Sunghoon.”
He turns to me, his face open.
“I need to tell you something,” I say, voice lower now. “These three days… I thought it would just be a passing story. A nice memory. But it’s not. It’s more than that. You’ve made this place feel like home to me. I didn’t expect it. But now I can’t imagine walking away like none of this happened.”
He blinks once — and then the softest, deepest expression washes over his face. He moves closer on the towel, brushing some sand off my knee without thinking.
“I’ve been holding the same feeling,” he says, gently. “I kept waiting for the right moment… but maybe this is the right moment. You feel like something I was supposed to find — like something I didn’t know I was missing until I met you.”
Then, silence. Not awkward. Just full — thick with all the emotions we’re no longer hiding.
He leans in just a little. Not rushing. And I lean too.
Our foreheads brush. We pause there — close enough to feel each other’s breath, hearts syncing, the sun warming our backs.
Then the kiss happens.
Slow. Intentional. Like we’re memorizing it.
His lips are soft but firm, unsure for half a second — then sure. My hand finds the back of his neck. His fingers slide along my jaw, holding me like I’m something fragile but worth everything. The kiss deepens, just slightly, like we’re telling each other everything we couldn’t say before.
It’s not about fireworks. It’s about feeling known. Safe. Real.
When we pull back, his eyes stay on mine.
“I’ve wanted to do that since the lantern,” he says, voice barely above a whisper.
I smile. “Me too.”
We stay there, arms around each other, and I slowly rest my head on his shoulder — like it’s the place I was always meant to end up. Neither of us says anything. We just sit like that, tucked into the quiet, letting the moment hold us.
The world outside this little island fades away. Because here, something new is beginning. Something real. Something that feels like it’s ours.
It’s us, starting.
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For Every Night We Fell in Love Again *psh
A cozy rainy night, a favorite movie, and a heartfelt confession turn into a memory of falling in love all over again.
pairing ⫘ sunghoon x fem!reader
genre: fluff | skinship | kissing | est. relationship
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It was one of those perfect Saturday nights—calm, cozy, and just the two of us. The rain had started softly, a gentle patter against the window that gradually turned into a steady rhythm. The cool breeze drifted through the slightly open window, carrying the fresh scent of rain-soaked earth. The dim glow of the candles I had lit earlier cast a warm, golden hue across the space, making everything feel softer, quieter.
Hoon was in the kitchen, humming softly as he prepped some snacks. I stood there, watching him for a moment, smiling at how effortlessly he made the simplest things feel magical.
“Need some help?” I asked, walking up behind him and wrapping my arms around his waist.
“Hmm... maybe,” he teased, leaning back into me. “But I kind of like having you just like this.”
“Smooth as always, Hoonfie,” I giggled, squeezing him tighter.
We finished preparing a little platter of our favorite bites before heading to the living room. The lights were dim, and the cozy glow from the candles made the space feel even more inviting. Hoon grabbed the softest blanket we owned, and we settled onto the couch, tucking our legs under it as we nestled close.
“What movie do you wanna watch?” Hoon asked, his fingers gently playing with mine.
“Hmm…. Maybe To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before” I said, looking at the movie list in the TV screen. We have watched it for almost 10 times by now. The one that somehow brought us closer without us even realizing it at first. I can still vividly remember that night at our friend’s place, where we sat close together, watching that movie, the one that changed everything between us.
The opening credits of To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before played, and I couldn’t help but smile. “This one’s a classic,” I murmured, resting my head lightly against his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.
“You’ve seen it a million times,” he teased softly, his fingers absentmindedly playing with my hair.
“Yeah,” I murmured with a soft smile, “but somehow, it feels different every time I watch it with you.”
We both fell quiet as the movie unfolded, the sweet story of Lara Jean and Peter pulling us in. The rain continued to dance against the window, creating the perfect background melody for our cozy night.
When Lara Jean and Peter had their fake relationship moments, I felt him chuckle softly. “This part never gets old,” he whispered, his lips brushing lightly against my hair.
I smiled, snuggling deeper into him. “I love how awkward and sweet they are.”
As the rain grew heavier, the sound became almost hypnotic. I glanced up at him, catching the way his eyes softened as he watched me more than the movie.
“Enjoying the movie?” I asked, a playful glint in my eyes.
“Yeah,” he murmured with a grin, “but I think I’m enjoying this moment even more.”
My cheeks warmed, and I bit my lip to hide my smile. “Smooth,” I whispered, leaning up just enough to press a soft kiss to his jaw.
As the movie reached that adorable moment where Peter drives Lara Jean home and twirls her lock of hair, Hoon mimicked the motion, twirling a strand of my hair between his fingers.
“Trying to be Peter Kavinsky now?” I teased softly, my eyes twinkling.
“Nah,” Hoon murmured, brushing his lips gently against mine. “I’m perfectly fine being me... with you.”
The rain kept falling, the movie played on, but in that moment—with the warmth of his arms around me and the cozy stillness of the night—I knew that no fictional love story could ever compare to what I felt right then.
“Best rainy night ever,” I whispered softly, my lips brushing against his.
“Agreed,” he murmured, pulling me just a little closer as the world outside faded away.
I looked up at him, my heart pounding softly, and before I could stop myself, the words slipped out: “I love you, Hoonfie” I whispered, my voice barely louder than the rain. My heart thudded in my chest as I held my breath, waiting for his response. For a second, all I could hear was the steady rhythm of the rain, echoing the hope pounding in my heart.
He paused for a moment, his eyes searching mine, and then that familiar, breathtaking smile spread across his face. “I love you too,” he murmured softly, his lips meeting mine once more—sealing the moment in a memory we did cherish forever.
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