Sunghoon grunts at the reminder of your true visit, yet still makes love to your collarbones to cherish every second with you. “Not yet…” he pleads that time will go slower.
pairing » enhypen park sunghoon x fem!reader
trope/au » established relationship au, (not so) secret relationship au, non-idol au
genre » fluffy fluff with slight suggestive themes (nothing like this), lovesick and cute sunghoon, boyfriend sunghoon, reader helping with sunghoon's sister's dinner dance prep!
word count; estimated reading time » 1293; ~5 mins
warnings (lmk if i missed anything!) » getting caught during making out by sunghoon's sister, kissing on lower abdomen/body, sunghoon lifts reader, reader implied to be smaller than sunghoon
navi/masterlist!! 🤍 enhypen masterlist
my debut to enhablr...? i see clips of sunghoon and heeseung and they make me wanna get into enha 🥹 i'm sure the fandom knows that sunghoon has a sister but i didn't use her real name for this fic; it just makes me more comfortable in this way. hope you all enjoy!!
You don't usually knock on the Park’s residence house since Sunghoon would usually open it for you as per his invite, or help you sneak in through the side window. But today is a bit different since today is Serin’s dinner dance at her school, and she asked you for help with makeup and outfits. In a heartbeat, you agreed, especially since the event has been a special one for you since the day Sunghoon asked you to be his.
Sunghoon knows about you coming over to help his sister, but knowing that your visit today isn't for him puts a frown on his face. His relationship with you is still private, which is something that you both want at the current moment. But after a year of dating, he can't wait to formally introduce his once best friend to his family who is already very fond of you.
“Thank you so much for coming!” The door opens to reveal the younger girl. “Come in!”
You chuckle at her excited nature. You know Serin has been a delightful one since a long time ago, and you're glad to be part of a wonderful event for her. A few steps into the house, you see Sunghoon by the couch, resting his chin on his arm as he pouts at you.
“Hey,” you greet him casually, sneaking in a wink behind Serin.
Sunghoon rolls his eyes away playfully, turning around to the television as he sulks and sinks into the couch.
“Oppa! Don't be rude!” Serin defends you. “But whatever, guess I'll have her to myself.”
If it was anyone other than his beloved sister saying those words, Sunghoon would cling to your side, sweep you off your feet and claim your lips with his. “Whatever,” Sunghoon dismisses her with a hand wave.
Upstairs, Serin had all her makeup and dress options ready for your second opinion. It wasn't long until you chose the one you thought suited her the best, helping her change and adjusting it to fit nicely on her body. Just as so, it didn't take long until your numerous hair and makeup suggestions were chosen by her.
“You're gonna be the prettiest girl in the room,” you blend the pink blush across her cheeks.
“Of course, I am. You're the one giving me the makeup after all,” you chuckle at her words, adding the finishing touches and setting spray onto her face. “Don't tell Sunghoon this, but I'm going with a date.”
You gasp at the information. “Really?! That's so cute! Let me see a picture!”
Serin skips over to make sure the bedroom door is locked before sitting on the edge of her bed, patting the empty space beside her for you. The younger swipes through the many pictures in her gallery, recounting the main parts of that day spent together.
You know what it feels like to be attracted to someone. To like someone, and ultimately, to be head over heels in love with someone. Looking through the pictures of her and her partner for the dance, you could tell that it wasn't puppy love or a short-lived crush. How'd you know? Her eyes sparkle with minimal lighting as they cuddle in the picture tells you everything her heart feels.
“Don't tell Sunghoon please,” a pout overtakes her face. “You know how protective he is, and I promise I will tell him soon.”
You squint your eyes in suspicion, humming in contemplation. The younger pleads once more, a pinky out hanging in the air, waiting for yours. In the end, you gave in, knowing well that you weren't going to not agree from the start. You understand where she's coming from since your brother is the same as well.
“Alright, go get the rest of your things ready!” You nudged your shoulder against hers and excused yourself from her room.
As soon as the door clicks securely shut, your fingertips on the metal knob don't even get a chance to properly let go when they're replaced with warmth instead. A hand grasps the side of your waist, pulling you next door where the meaning behind another click of this door differs greatly.
You yelp at the soft tug, a hand protecting the back of your head when your body hits the door. The room is barely lit, only the moon and the street lights shining through from the still-opened curtains beside you giving the luminance enough for you to face your blushing boyfriend.
Sunghoon sighs deeply with how he manages to finally have alone time with you successfully without getting caught. His lips finally attach to yours, drowning out the giggling and pleasurable moaning slipping out from the both of you. Your eyelids flutter shut, brushing against his skin gently as he shudders at the way your nose nudges his as you kiss him feverishly. As the situation escalates, the hood around his head falls, giving your hand access to his beautiful locks.
The grip on the side of your body tightens only slightly as your boyfriend pulls you closer to his chest that your hands rest on. Sunghoon leaves your lips, travelling to your ears to huskily whisper, “Hi baby girl,” he kisses your ear after, kissing along your jawline and neck as you gasp at him.
“H-Hoon-” you hiss at the pressure he puts on a sensitive part of your neck, messing and tugging on his hair. “Your sister is going to be ready at any time now.”
Sunghoon grunts at the reminder of your true visit, yet still makes love to your collarbones to cherish every second with you. “Not yet…” he pleads that time will go slower.
The hand behind your head joins the other side of your body, slithering down to the back of your thighs as Sunghoon kneels, continuing to trail his kisses to your clothed stomach. With a swift motion, he carries you by your thighs, standing up and walking towards his bed. He never spared a moment where his lips didn't touch your heated body. There was no time for your heart to calm its racing pace, the adrenaline of staying quiet hitting you both.
Now seated on his bed with you straddling his built thighs, you take this moment to fully open your eyes, seeing the white light shine upon his red cheeks. His palm cups the apple of your cheeks, foreheads resting as you catch your breaths.
“Can't get enough of you,” he mutters. “I just want and need you all the time…”
Sunghoon is cute when he's lovesick like this, your cheeks instantly heating more than before at his confession. You hum, “I love you, Hoon.”
“I love you much more.”
His orbs sparkle upon yours sincerely for a second until his open lips come closer to claim yours again. You're millimetres apart when the door opens unexpectedly behind you. Your body reacts first, jumping away from Sunghoon, pushing him flat onto the bed as you pull your clothes to straighten the creases of the makeout.
Serin covers her eyes even if you both are detached, the split second burning into her memory. “I knew you guys were together, but I didn't know it was getting spicy here!”
Sunghoon’s body springs up from the mattress, “You knew yet you still came in?!”
“Wait, that's what you're worried about?!” you exclaim with wide eyes at your boyfriend. “You knew all this time?!” Questioning the grinning sister at the door.
“I know I just kind of exposed you, but don't expose me!” Serin shouts as she retreats to a safer part of the house.
“What does that mean?!” The clueless brother runs out to interrogate his sibling while you're left dumbfounded at what just happened in the last few seconds.
( 一月 ). ──you knew you'd never live up to his first but, it didn't hurt any less. 김종섭 &fem!rea. ⟡ drabble, angst warn. second love trope wc : 713HUN 노트 oh i hurt my own feelings with this one
You grew up learning to be grateful. You grew up never begging for more than what you got. You watched as storm clouds rained over your family, and as sunshine cascaded. You learned to press a smile to your face and fake it ‘till you make it through your entire life. Never overstepping and never crying about what you can’t have.
You never felt like there was any substance to you, and eventually that made you stop feeling all together.
Except, then he waltzed into your life. And, seemingly, he was the same; a hollow shell just roaming aimlessly.
He mirrored your shattered expressions and morphed them into ones of confidentiality. He listened to your worries all night, and wiped the snot from under your nose as you cried and cried and cried. He brought bright hues of yellow and orange and pinks into your dull world. He brought you back, tearing down the walls you built up with his bare hands.
But, you could never do the same for him no matter how hard you tried. You knew he’d take midnight walks to clear his head instead of confiding in you. You knew he’d lock the bathroom door, or wait until you left when the emotions got too much. You could hear the gentle pleas to whatever God was out there for the pain in his heart to go away. You loved him so dearly for fixing the unimaginable.
But, how do you swallow the love that was never meant to be yours?
“Seob,” You pressed your palm to the closed door, whispering out a gentle plea, “Please, let me in.” And you honestly didn’t know if you were asking for the door or his heart to unlock anymore. “Just…let me help you.”
You couldn’t take the sniffles anymore. You were driving yourself crazy within the silence—it was louder than words could ever be. You couldn't compete with someone you knew so effortlessly made him smile. You didn’t want to ask if he still saw the person he couldn’t have in your eyes but, the question was looming. Half of his heart was yours but, he’d do anything to give it back, as he would for the clock to rewind.
In every bitter moment you knew he saw her. The memories that never faded and he truthfully never wished would.
You were just a placeholder, the fact that he’d run back if only she let him, weighing heavy on you. In every intimate confession he saved for another you felt pathetic, wishing for more than what you got. When you woke up next to him you wondered if you’d hear him mumble a different name or if you were just self-sabotaging. You wondered if through a half-asleep state you felt like her, and when fully awake he wished you did.
He changed you. He made you envious, determined to break his habit—the drug you wanted to be. The drug she continued to be to him as he stared down at his phone, never having blocked the contact he used to look forward to hearing from.
It broke your heart that you couldn’t mend his. It shattered you in pieces to rip apart your mind trying to find what was wrong with you. You bit your lip raw wondering how to satisfy the person who’s supposed to love you back. Lost sleep even. The light in your eyes was bright, but at the cost of his fading.
He tried to put you above anything and everyone else. You knew he felt strongly towards you, doing whatever in his power to make you believe it. He made that clear through actions.
He was the storm and you were the spring flowers that followed. He was the setting sun and you were the golden hour. He was the charcoal and you were the fire.
He sacrificed his peace of mind and he got out of the spotlight so that you could only shine.
And, you loved him so much. But his love was only surface deep, reserved for another.
Pretty words that didn’t match the sickly expression on his face anymore; you might’ve been his second but you'll never feel the same as his first.
( 一月 ). ──you and gyehyeon broke up on mutual terms, but neither one of you thought it was mutual now. 조계현 &fem!rea. ⟡ drabble, angst, fluff warn. language wc : 676HUN 노트 zanna im sorry im feeling particularly emo rn
Was it cruel to not wish the best on someone, even if you’d said the opposite on multiple occasions? Did it make you a bad person to lie, simply because you couldn’t get over it?
Countless searches on the internet to pinpoint how you felt. Tabs on tabs open inside your brain. You needed the validation that other people could give you. You needed the echoes of your thought-reflected doubts to subside. Maybe some random person understood the rain-shower that drenched you in uncertainty better than you did.
You couldn’t—you didn’t…but you did.
It was the labyrinth you were stuck inside. The circles you kept drawing around his name. If there was treasure at the end of the rainbow, was it him? Did you really want to know if it was?
In real life, you were reminded how complicated it was; feelings, thoughts, and expressions. Everything piled up until you felt like you were left in the middle of a burning room, staring at the silhouette of someone you…loved?
God, it was stupid.
It was another bitter-laced poison in your veins, another sign you got good at ignoring. You loved him—how stupid.
Love was grasping at something uncertain. A feeling that made you want to scream into your pillow. A feeling that makes your skin hot and your heart beat at an unsteady pace.
How fucking stupid. You shouldn’t love him, but you go back and forth between wanting him and pretending that you don’t.
“Y/n,” The man that your heart skipped for, waved his hand in front of your face. “Did you hear a word I just said?”
You let out a pained laugh, “No?”
“Oh,” He replied, casting a bright smile onto you—you swear he did it on purpose. He ran his hand through his hair, looking off to the side momentarily.
Oh, how stupidly pretty he looked. How stupidly nervous his silence made you. You wanted to admire, but you feared it would be short-lived when all you wanted was forever.
You were reminded of a time when it was simpler, when you didn’t shy away from his eye contact or friendly hugs. When you didn’t know him at all. When he wasn’t the cure to all your illness, the light at the end of a dark and twisted tunnel. You were reminded of a time when you could fall asleep without him invading your dreams, and when you didn’t wish upon every stupid star in the sky.
But then it seemed like overnight everything was complicated.
You called him yours, even if only for a moment. And when it was over—though shortly after it began—it left you cut off at the head. You felt like you were aimlessly running, all directions leading you back to something you couldn’t have.
But, God did he make it hard to stay…and even harder to stay away.
If love was the cure to all, then you had to admit you were sick. Sick and tired of pretending you could get over it. Sick and tired of not sleeping because you were lonely. Sick and tired of being sad because you didn’t get to call him your boyfriend anymore, throwing a one-man pity party.
Even if it was only for that short moment, you feared he was already engraved in your code and steadily swimming through your veins.
“I said I was sorry,”
You blinked with wide-eyes, “What?”
“I’m sorry that we hurt each other but,” He clarified, reminding you of a time when you once could call it mutual, “I can’t get over it.”
And you never would.
He continued, barely giving you a moment of intake before he was bombarding you with words you only dreamt of hearing, “I know it’s lame because we said it was for the better but I really don’t know what to do without you.”
“Is that why you called?”
“Isn’t that why you came?”
You took a deep breath, biting your lip and humming a confirmation. He knew but needed to hear it.
( 一月 ). ──hyunjin wanted a haircut, and as his stylist you obliged. 황현진 &fem!rea. ⟡ drabble, fluff warn. slight skinship wc : 298HUN 노트 for plot purposes seungmin & jeongin are nawtt there
“Are you sure?” You hesitantly looked through the mirror, the clippers you’d just plugged into the wall hanging in the air right above Hyunjin’s head. “Like, really, really, really sure? You know it’ll take a while to grow back. Don’t you remember the last time?”
Your boyfriend reached behind him, grabbing your waist with upside down hands and pulling you into the back of the chair. His toned arms were flexed rather nicely, you couldn’t help but take a look.
Not that Hyunjin cared when you looked—he did it on purpose most of the time.
“As my stylist, aren’t you supposed to do what you’re getting paid for?”
You rolled your eyes, earning an amused smile through the mirror. “Yes, but as your girlfriend, I’m making sure you’re okay.”
“I’m okay.” He confirmed, “I want this.”
You nodded, swallowing with a dry throat. You loved Hyunjin’s mullet, you really did. It made him look so…squishable. But if this is what he wanted, as the high-fashion man he was, then who were you to argue? He let you cut bangs all those years ago, and dye your hair various colors in their dorm bathroom.
Obviously, you were good at your job—otherwise, you wouldn’t have one—doing the members hair each comeback since practically the beginning.
The buzz of the razor filled the room, and you used one hand to run your fingers through his hair. It wasn’t tangled, because you’d already brushed it, you just wanted to feel the familiarity for the last time until it grows back out.
“Just ‘cause it’s buzzcut season doesn’t mean you’re getting rid of me though, right?”
His hands gave you a light pat on the sides before coming back around his front. He laughed through a stretch, obviously relaxed.
( 一月 ). ──junhan moves a lot when you do his nails, but maybe it was on purpose. 한형준 &fem!rea. ⟡ drabble, fluff warn. language, petnames wc : 607HUN 노트 dedicated to mei ꣑ৎ ty for beta :3
You pried his fingers apart, earning a laugh. Then you groaned in response to his amusement at your struggling. He was touching his phone, and you were scared that the dark polish would transfer onto places it shouldn’t be. However, Hyeongjun didn’t mind much as long as it got him more time with you.
“Baby,” You whined, almost annoyed, but not really, “Stop moving too much.”
“I’m just trying to change the song,” He replied, “I know you wanna listen to Lana.”
You smiled slightly, trying to hide it—you loved having an attentive boyfriend who heard you singing Brooklyn Baby earlier. “You changed it two songs ago,” You commented, though not complaining anymore as the familiar guitar strings started to echo. “You just want to hear me sing, well, my boyfriend’s in a band again, don’t you?”
He stopped moving, and you focused on precisely following the shape of his nail-bed with the brush. He watched for a moment before speaking up, “yeah, actually, I do.”
You recalled listening to the song when you were younger, always dreaming of having a boyfriend in a band—pathetically, and a little, clichely—or one that, at least, played an instrument. The movies made it look so romantic, and you envied the preppy girl who always got the guy in the end.
You couldn’t help having a type.
“Oh-oh!” He moved his hand away, the brush swiping against his cuticle. “Look what I learned!”
You protested his excitement with irritation, “Wait a sec—Jun,” However he didn’t stop, applicator wand hanging pathetically in the air as you stared up at him, “Hyeongjun, you’re like a child who can’t sit still…which is ironic because I literally barely see you move.” You eyed him as you put said applicator back in the tiny glass jar, “If you’re just gonna keep making me mess up, I’m not gonna do them for you anymore.”
He paused getting up, mid-way in the air, his eyebrows coming together in the middle. “What? Why?” He mimicked being hurt, hands clutching the table. “You wouldn’t actually, right? Who would I—who would you match with then?”
“Stop moving then, baby,” He was right, you enjoyed matching; in more ways than just nails. “We could’ve been done by now.”
He pouted, and it finally hit you. He kept messing up his own nails because he didn’t want you to finish them quickly. You were his little sense of peace, the eye to his life that sometimes felt like a hurricane. He didn’t want you to close the glass jar because he didn’t want the moment to end, ever. He loved spending time with you even more than he did playing his guitar. He could spend hours on hours on hours getting scolded if it meant he got even five more minutes with you. He always dreaded the moment he had to leave you. And he knew you did too.
So, you both knew you’d let him use up all your nail polish remover, even if you fronted like you didn’t find it endearing.
In reality, you were lucky he liked matching his nails to yours, because you liked doing them, even if he (purposefully) moved a lot.
He didn’t heed the warnings of falling in love, but if you were the risk, then he was willing to take it.
“Hey, y/n,” He trailed off before sitting back down in the chair and outstretching his unfinished hand to you, “Do you think you could do my makeup next?”
You smiled at his question, “Only if you let me make you emo as hell, Junnie.”
He couldn’t help it, really, you were alluring and addicting.
PAIRINGS | Choi Chanhee x G/n Reader (no pronouns)
GENRE | Fluff, Christmas!
WORD COUNT | 0.5k
SYNOPSIS | Spending the holidays with your boyfriend was always so comforting for you. Especially when you get to try something new, and make hot chocolate.
A/N | Merry Christmas and happy holidays! I hope you all had/have an amazing day with your loved ones. I know this isn't anything big, but I wanted to post something cute in celebration of the holidays! This is a beautiful time of year, my personal favorite <3
“Do you want hot chocolate?” You questioned, lifting yourself from the couch as his gaze followed you.
“With marshmallows?” He smirked as you returned the mischievous look.
“With marshmallows.” You added.
His smirk was switched out for a soft smile, nodding to your request. His attention switched over to the TV as you stood up and walked over to the kitchen.
“I'll look for a movie.” He muttered.
The Christmas tree in the living room was nicely decorated, lit up with the glowing ornaments and lights that were wrapped around it. You both had just been sitting in the dark, illuminated by the television screen and decorations around it.
After reaching the kitchen, you turned on the lights and went in search of the hot chocolate, which you were certain you knew where it was but it turned out not.
“What would you like to watch?” You heard his voice call from the living room. Thinking for a moment, you thought of an appropriate answer while opening up every cabinet, in search of the hot cocoa.
“I'm not sure, I'm in the mood for some thriller but a romantic Christmas movie sounds cozy too.” You muttered.
Earlier, you had baked cookies and brownies with your boyfriend, Chanhee. Luckily it had been perfect timing as both desserts were already done.
He hadn't responded to your comment, but that was normal. You guessed he was silently focusing on finding a good thing to watch that fulfilled your wishes. But you both had a slight problem -
“Chanhee, I think we're out of hot chocolate…”
His head swung back around as he stared at you.
“What do you mean we're out of hot chocolate?” He questioned, causing you to silently nod.
“I can't find it.”
A few moments had passed of him in deep thought until he finally stood up and walked over to the pantry, opening the small closet door and taking out the cocoa powder and milk chocolate bars that'd made home on the small shelf.
“Then we'll just make our own.” He shrugged as you rolled your eyes and laughed. Of course he'd find a solution for it.
“Okay then Mr. Know-it-all. What should I do?”
“Grab the milk and sugar please.” He instructed, grabbing a small pot with enough room for the hot chocolate.
You followed his instructions, bringing him the milk and sugar.
You both worked together and were able to make a rich and savory hot chocolate. It was rich and thick in terms of texture. Engulfed by the beauty, you were so close to just chugging it all up in one go, but he stopped you.
His hands had the mini marshmallows, whipped cream, and of course, chocolate syrup.
After assembling your masterpiece, you both drank your creation and drowned into the flavor.
“Jeez.. where did you learn to make something so rich?”
He glanced over at you and shrugged. “Pure skill I guess.” He smirked mischievously and confidently, causing you to once more roll your eyes.
“Come’on, tell me!”
“YouTube.” He finally answered, making you burst out laughing.
“Well, I guess YouTube really does have good recipes.”
“Of course it does!” He answered sassily, “I've learned to make some fire food from there.” He finished as you chuckled in response.
After a couple moments of process you finally noticed.
“Hey, wait.. where did the cocoa powder come from?”
Haechan leans his forehead to yours as your icy noses brush against each other, “Eyes on me, bubs,” he whispers.
pairing » nct lee donghyuck (haechan) x gn!reader (lmk if i missed anything!)
trope/au » established relationship au!, holiday theme!
genre » fluffy fluff fluff!, cheeky and slightly flirty haechan, and slightly flustered reader...?, cutie boyfriend haechan, no. 1 supportive and caring haechan, reader doesn't really know how to skate and haechan helps you through it, it's all so very lovely (and i need someone to help me skate-)
word count; estimated reading time » 850; ~4 mins
warnings (lmk if i missed anything!) » none!
navi/masterlist!! 🤍 nct dream masterlist
is this my last upload of the year...? we shall see!!
“If I fall flat on my face, this will be your fault,” your threat only seems harmless to your boyfriend.
Haechan skates further away from you, lightly showing off his skills of skating backward gracefully, even adding light twirl patterns on the ice. Meanwhile, you’re left at the rink's perimeter, hands gripping for support and eyes squinting playfully at your delightful boyfriend. You have no idea why you thought it was a good idea to go skating when you have minimal experience and are the clumsiest person you know. But Haechan had to jut his lower lip, eyebrows shaped into mountains to your poor heart. How could you say no to that face?
But, your weakness in saying no to your boyfriend has led you here. In the public ice skating arena. Back leaning onto the wall for dear life.
It’s been thirty minutes yet you haven’t made much progress from the entrance of the rink. Maybe it’s your fear of falling or the fear of competent younger children snickering at you falling to your knees. Haechan has made a few rounds around, even entertaining others with little tricks. Watching him from afar made your heart warm as others realised how lovable your boyfriend is. Children reach for a high five, adults smiling at the small talk or encouragement he would send as he passes by.
“Wanna hold my hand now?” Haechan skates beside you.
You've rejected the last few offers, determined to do at least half of the oval rink by yourself; you and the wall beside you. But balancing yourself on a somewhat thin metal as your knees shake with tensed muscles is taking more energy than you expected.
You give in, slumping your back on the wall, elbows propped up as you lean. “I just need to rest first.”
Haechan chuckles at you, making a final push on the ice to skate to you. His arms cage you between his frame, closing significant space between you both. Your eyes widen at his bold action, cheeks and neck heating at the fond eyes he’s placing upon your orbs. His eyelashes flutter prettily upon your features, a soft smile forming its way into your boyfriend’s place. The rowdy noises of the kids, metal swishing and passing behind Haechan all blur when Haechan steadies your once-leaning figure to stand with his hands securely encasing your waist.
It’s too bad that the cold temperature has you bundled up in a few layers or else you could feel the relaxing motion of his thumb caressing your side.
Haechan leans his forehead to yours as your icy noses brush against each other, “Eyes on me, bubs,” he whispers.
As per his words, you lock your eyes with him, only closing them once or twice when you’re fully supported by him. Your forearm instinctively rests on top of his, occasionally pushing them down due to your nervousness, still afraid of slipping and toppling over Haechan, potentially hurting both of you in the process.
“Don’t worry,” he eases your mind, pressing a quick kiss on your colder lips. “You’re going to be alright,” pressing his lips to yours again, leaving them there for a bit longer. “I’m not going to let you fall,” perfectly stealing your lips once more after you hum an acknowledgement to his words. “If you fall, it’s only going to be in my arms.”
You should’ve known he would sneak in a cheesy line or two, and your laughter makes you forget your anxiousness about being on the ice. Slowly, Haechan skates backwards again, this time with you in his hold. Admittedly, this has been his plan from the very start: to have you close like this as you conquer your fear and challenge; you’re not going to complain about this either.
Haechan is a great skating teacher, pulling and guiding you out of your comfort ice. Both of you dance in the rink for an hour together. It starts with you facing him as he distracts you from paying too much attention to what your body is doing, instead prompting you to naturally let you relax into the situation. Then slowly, he takes his place next to you, his palm holding your forearm. Then, linking hands together for the final stage before he lets you go after you find the confidence to brave the environment once more.
You almost lost your balance for a while, hunching your back to hold your knee. “You can do it!” Your boyfriend hollers encouragement behind you. Soon those words become more familiar, your proud boyfriend behind you stealing everyone’s attention at your successful solo skating.
You did a full lap with no support from him or the wall. You leap into Haechan’s arm at the end line, Haechan littering kisses all over your face. The golden hour highlights his face, his smiling beaming further from the rays of the sun.
“Maybe I shouldn’t have been such a good teacher. And you shouldn’t be so talented either!” Your eyebrows raise at his words, unsure of where he’s going, “Now, you won’t need my help anymore…”
Hey, how are you? May I request an idol Choi San x male reader ? The reader has an obsession with Sanrio and shojos. San always appears in his vlogs, and they are very lovey-dovey, but San's face has always been hidden in the vlogs. Fluff, please! Sorry if it's long
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Si tu veux des ajustements ou une autre manière de le formuler, fais-le-moi savoir !
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PAIRINGS | Idol! San x Vlogger! Male! Reader
WORD COUNT | 0.8k
GENRE | Fluff
WARNINGS | Male reader acts feminine! No actual name of bf mentioned
SYNOPSIS | On your anniversary with your mysterious boyfriend, you decided to film a vlog of your special day.
A/N | Hi anon! Firstly, I'd like to thank you for being specific with your request while still giving me creative freedom. Truly! I thank you tons for hopefully reading through my rules and following them! 💗 Next! I believe you put in a request for Soobin with almost the same prompt, I made this so you can also imagine him with it as well if you would wish :) one more thing, I genuinely have no idea how to write a french reader, so I apologize for that -v-
Your jacket was wrapped around your waist with your crop top neatly tucked underneath your jeans. You took the phone which was neatly stored into your pocket and removed it, going into the camera app before pressing the record button.
You set your phone on the desk and took a seat, waving at the phone.
“Hello-” You started but quickly burst out laughing.
No matter how many times you did your intro you'd never get used to the silliness of practically greeting a camera.
“Okay - for real this time-”
“Hello! So, if you were here for my last vlog, I spoke about the 3 year anniversary with my boyfriend. And it's today- well probably not whenever this comes out- but the point is that it's today, as in the day I'm filming this and we'll be spending some time together.”
“For starters, I will not be filming everything today since it is a special day and would like to spend it mostly with him. Alone-” you teased, laughing again before standing up and walking a far distance from the phone.
“Do you guys think this will do or should I wear something else?” You chuckled, going back to the phone after posing for a bit and picking it up, bringing it with you to your bed.
“He's going to pick me up so I'm just going to wait here.”
You rolled over and flipped the camera angle, revealing the bookshelf above your bed which was full of comical mangas.
You picked up the action figure which sat above and showed the camera.
“I recently got this on my trip to Japan, I thought it was really cute.” you stated enthusiastically.
“I know I'm gonna be seeing a lot of comments saying ‘oh but Y/n, you already have a lot of Kuromi’s-’ but I don't know what to do- I can't stop collecting them; they're too cute.” you whined, placing the action figure back on the shelf along with your other collection of Kuromi’s.
You looked at the phone and smiled.
“He's here, so I'm gonna go ahead and go to the parking lot.” You said, opening the door after slipping on some shoes and making your way down the stairs. You walked down silently so as to not disturb your neighbors and searched the lot for his car, spotting it shortly after and beginning to walk towards it.
You knocked on the window and opened the car door, taking a seat on the passenger seat and glancing over at him.
“Hello!” You immediately said, opening up your arms as he leaned over and hugged you tightly.
Embracing you warmly, he planted a kiss on your lips and refused to let you go. “Jeez, I missed you so much.” He started as you nodded, returning him that same comforting hug.
“Are you recording?” He asked as you nodded, “yeah, I hope you don't mind.”
“No, of course not.”
He grabbed the phone and showed himself on the screen, waving at the soon to be audience while smiling brightly
“Hello! I'm smiling but you won't be able to see that.” He teased the camera, placing the phone in the middle of the car indent
“True.” You added, laughing in the process. “They're so curious, but unfortunately we can't reveal yet. Maybe in a couple more years we will.” You smiled as he nodded.
“Definitely.”
He started driving out of the lot and into the driveway, passing places as you both chatted about random things. Whenever he stopped at red lights, you always leaned in to kiss his cheek and he occasionally teased you by turning his head the moment you did so.
It made you shy, but you just continued doing so.
You had always had the reputation of being the lovey dovey couple, it honestly somewhat shocked you that your viewers still hadn't caught on to who the mysterious man was, especially when it was that obvious, so recognizable.
But you weren't complaining, it was a good thing if not.
Holding hands, you both walked through the aisles of the mall, before he stopped and left in another direction. You were looking at some mangas and showing your camera the books you found yourself interested in.
“This one looks interesting.” You pointed at a specific manga within the row of books before you felt a tap on your shoulder.
You turned around and found your boyfriend there, you stared at him confused until he revealed his hands from behind his back.
“I don't know if you have it already…” he shyly stated as he revealed a Kuromi which you had been dying to get your hands on.
“No freakin way - they have it here!??” your eyes sparked with light as you took to figure from his hands.
“Yes!” He immediately responded, making you run over to the direction you saw him going, really just guessing the direction but either way it had worked because you found it.
“I'm buying it…” you started before he shook his head and planted a kiss on your hair.
“No need, I already put anything you want on my card don't worry.” He smiled as your eyes watered.
✦ summary: after you and gyuvin had an argument about you not wanting to be called "little bean", gyuvin had the wonderful idea of placing everything on the top shelf of the cabinets to show you that you were indeed little bean.
“I am going to hide all his mangoes one day”, You muttered in frustration as you took in the scene in front of you.
Gyuvin had the great idea of putting everything in the topmost shelf of the cabinets. Why? Because he didn't like the fact that you disagreed that you were little bean and he was the big bean.
You glared at him as he scrolled through his phone on the couch, occasionally giving you discreet glances to see your dilemma. You approached him and stared at him with an angry look.
“What? Why are you staring at me like that, little bean?”, He gave you an innocent look, trying to hold back his laughter as best as he could.
“Can you stop being mean to me?”, You glared at him.
“Stop being mean to you? When was I mean to you?”, He looked up from his phone, giving you a grin.
“WHY DO YOU KEEP PUTTING EVERYTHING ON THE TOP SHELF? YOU KNOW I CAN'T REACH THEM!”, You exclaimed, expressing your frustration as he laughed at your reaction.
“Oh yeah. I forgot that you were a shorty or should I say little bean”, He smirked, making you seethe with anger.
“Does my little bean need my help?” He grinned, making you roll your eyes at him.
You grabbed your carrot plushie from the couch and smacked him with it.
“You smack Big smack Meanie”
“Ouch ouch” He gripped your wrist and pulled the plushie away from your grip, hiding it behind him.
“For a little bean, you do have a lot of strength”, He smiled as he saw you side eye him.
“Sooooooo…..does my little bean need her big, tall and handsome bean to help her?”, Gyuvin further teased.
You scoffed at his words before deciding that you'll get the things you need yourself. You stormed away to the kitchen without a word with Gyuvin following behind you.
He watched with amusement as you climbed on to the kitchen counter, standing closer to your spot, preparing to catch you if you fell.
“Having fun up there, little bean?” He teased, watching the determination on your face.
“Shut up”, You opened the cabinet, putting down the things on the counter one by one and Gyuvin kept putting them on the top shelf again with ease to piss you off.
“Kim Gyuvin!”, You exclaimed in frustration, putting the things down again, but Gyuvin placed them on the shelf again.
This continued on for a few minutes before you decided to get down and fight him. You were getting down from the counter when you lost your balance. Your life flashed before your eyes as you felt yourself falling. You closed your eyes in fear, preparing yourself to feel the floor soon but the impact never came.
You felt a pair of warm arms wrap around you, preventing you from falling. You peaked one eye open to see Gyuvin giving you an amused smile, holding you in his arms tightly.
“You know……the way you're acting right now, it seemed as though you were falling off of some big cliff but then again for someone like you, it might feel like a cliff”, Gyuvin laughed, watching your reaction as you squirmed to get out of his grip.
“Put me down, you big meanie. I almost died!”, You squirmed, trying to get out of his grip.
“You're overexaggerating”, He rest his chin on your head, feeling your warmth, hugging you closer.
“I would've died then came back to haunt you as a ghost”, You said, tightening your grip around him so you don't fall, secretly enjoying the moment.
“Awww, what a cute little ghost!”, Gyuvin teased, carrying you to the couch like a sack of potatoes.
synopsis. being able to meet with your childhood best friend after years of being apart melts your heart. and san definitely changed but he looked even more beautiful then before.
pairing. san x female!reader | tags. yea no idea it's just slice of life ig? | genre. fluff | wc. tbc | masterlist | @starlit-network @illusionnet @newworldnet @k-labels
authors note. LONG TIME NAUR SEE..!! i took a big ass hiatus since i had no motivation but i manage to finish a piece of writing so i hope you enjoy this :)
winter wrapped its icy fingers around the city, frosting windows and softening the world with a blanket of white. it was the kind of evening you’d always dreamed about—silent streets, snow gently falling from the heavens and the warm glow of streetlights casting halos on the ground. you tugged your coat tighter around you, your breath puffing out in tiny clouds as you waited in front of a tiny bookshop. san was late. again. you didn’t mind, not really. san always had a way of making every moment with him feel worth the wait. still, as you stamped your feet to fight off the cold, you were starting to question whether you should just head inside. “over here!” you turned toward the sound of the yell and there he was—san, bundled up in a thick scarf and coat, his cheeks pink from the cold. he was jogging toward you, a sheepish grin on his face. “i know, i know,” he said as he reached you, slightly out of breath. “i'm late. but I come bearing gifts.” he held up a small, steaming thermos. “hot chocolate. peace offering?” you couldn’t help but laugh, shaking your head. “you're lucky i like hot chocolate. and you.” san's grin widened, his dimples showing. god, his dimples has that way that always made your heart feel too big for your chest. “well, you’re lucky i like you enough to brave this cold,” he teased, offering you the thermos.
the two of you walked together through the quiet streets, sipping the hot chocolate and sharing stories about your week. san had a way of making even the smallest things feel exciting. he told you about a dance routine he was working on, complete with exaggerated reenactments that had you laughing so hard you spilled a little of the hot chocolate on your gloves. “okay, okay, i'll stop,” he said, holding up his hands in mock surrender. “but you have to admit, i'm pretty good at making you laugh." “maybe,” you replied, feigning nonchalance. “but only because you’re ridiculous.” he gasped dramatically, clutching his chest as if you’d wounded him. “ridiculous? me? i'll have you know, i'm nothing short of charming.” you rolled your eyes, but your smile gave you away.
eventually, you reached the park, its snow-covered paths glistening in the moonlight. the world felt impossibly still, as if it belonged only to the two of you in that moment. san stopped walking and turned to face you, a serious expression softening his usually playful features. “hey,” he said quietly, his voice a warm contrast to the cold air. “can I show you something?" you nodded, curious. san dropped his bag to the ground and pulled out a small speaker. he fiddled with it for a moment before music began to play—a soft, instrumental melody that seemed to blend perfectly with the snowy landscape. then, he held out his hand to you. “may I have this dance?” you blinked at him, taken aback. “here? in the snow?” “why not?” his dimples returned, bright and cute. “the world feels like a fairytale right now and you’re the main character. it'd be a shame not to make the most of it.” your cheeks warmed, though you weren’t sure if it was from the cold or his words. hesitantly, you placed your hand in his and he pulled you close.
the two of you swayed together in the snow, his arms wrapped around you as the music played on. neither of you spoke, but it didn’t matter. the silence was comfortable, filled with unspoken words and the steady rhythm of your hearts. when the song ended, san didn’t let go. instead, he rested his forehead against yours, his dark eyes searching yours. “you know,” he said softly, his voice almost lost in the wind, “i think i'm going to remember this night forever.” you smiled, your breath mingling with his in the frosty air. “me too.” for a moment, it felt like time had stopped. just you, san and the snow falling around you—a perfect snapshot of happiness. and in that moment, you knew that wherever life took you as long as san was there, it would always feel like home.
synopsis | your boyfriend didn't seem to care if someone walked in.
pairing : yunho x fem!reader genre : drabble, smut (mdni), est. relationship warnings : language, bit of exhibitionism, oral (fem rec.), almost passing out, squirting word count : 597
authors note : im tweaking
The sound of a door opening caused your hand to fly up towards your mouth, clasping down over it. The other pushed on the head and arms, in alternation, that had been attached to your lower half for about fifteen minutes now. Your boyfriend hadn’t even gotten the rest of your clothes off before he was holding you in place, tongue fucking you into submission.
Reality hit again, “Fuck, Yunho—wait, someone—I think someone,” You were cut off by a particularly powerful suck of your clit, almost as his way of telling you to shut the fuck up. Your head lulled back into the pillow, focusing on him for only a moment. You were trying so hard to suppress the moans he drew out of you with the circles and kisses and licks against your cunt. But, there was no doubt he was skillful.
He didn’t care if someone walked in though; his roommates or friends or, God forbid, his family. He didn’t care, but you did. And that’s why you bit your lip, using both hands to try and pry him away from you.
“P-please I’m gonna—I can’t,” You felt a bubbling sensation within your lower stomach, all the pleasure finally adding up. This is what he wanted from you and he was going to get it.
He pulled you closer to his face, legs fully pressed into the creases of his arms, which caged you against his lips. He grabbed both of your wrists with his hands, locking them down. He made you stop moving, and took away your fail-safe noise control all at once.
“Yunho…” You practically sobbed under your breath, eyes shifting to the door. What a compromising position you’d have to explain. What an embarrassing memory you’d have to suppress. You didn’t want whoever it was to see you differently, however, your boyfriend was the only one to actually see you like this. “Don-don’t make me,”
But it was the desperate, lovesick look in his eyes that made you want the opposite when your head shifted back. It was the slight panting, and grinding hips that made you want to come undone for him. And at this rate, it seemed inevitable over your willpower.
Nobody’s ever wanted you this bad, and frankly the thought of being caught was kind of hot.
Your back arched against his hold suddenly, mouth threatening to fall open; the moans and whines cascading with it. Your orgasm was strong, stronger than usual, and it spasmed every muscle in your body. Your head was fuzzy, and it felt like the world was about to go dark.
And when you came to, you barely recognized what happened. Not only did he almost get you to pass out from the intensity, but you squirted against his chin and neck as well.
Panic set in, and you looked around through the white-dots that scattered your vision, frantically in search of whoever could’ve walked in—oh, what an even more embarrassing sight for them to see. You didn’t even care about your soaked boyfriend who was kissing your thighs, trying to calm you down.
“Angel,” He said, trying to gather your attention, “Look at me.”
Those familiar words awoke something primal in you, and you did as you were told. He crawled up your body, leaving kisses against the skin he could get to underneath the hoodie that had ridden up. He finally let your arms free in the process, palms coming to rest against your blushing cheeks.
“Stop worrying,” He kissed your lips, a mix of yourself on his taste, “The door’s locked.”
✦ summary: your boyfriend, Gyuvin, wakes you up at 3 am to make him ramen.
You rolled your eyes as you felt a poke on your shoulder for the nth time. At any other time of the day, you'd be more than happy to give Gyuvin all your love and attention, but at 3 am in the morning, you wanted nothing more than to continue sleeping.
“If I feel another poke. I'll bite your fingers,” You threatened, turning around a bit to face him, and gave him a sleepy glare.
You turned back to your side of the bed, feeling the sleep come to you again when you felt another poke.
"Go back to sleep," You grumbled sleepily, brushing his hand off.
“But I am hungryyyyy,” He whines, shaking you a little much to your frustration.
"Hi, hungryyyyy. I am (Y/N), and I would like to sleep," Gyuvin gave you a side eye, clearly displeased at your little joke.
"Pleeeeeeeeease,” He continued begging.
"I am not making you ramen at 3 in the morning. Make it yourself!" You glared at him, rolling over to your side again to sleep.
“You’re gonna abandon your poor, hungry boyfriend and leave him all alone in his time of hunger and need?,” He says with a fake sad voice, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck.
"My poor, hungry boyfriend can get up and make his own ramen instead of pestering me," You responded back, pulling the covers over your head.
“But it tastes so much better when you make it," He continues whining and wraps his arms around you, holding you close.
You paid no heed to his words as you closed your eyes and drifted off to sleep much to his disappointment.
Seeing you fall asleep, he continues to leave little kisses on your face and then stares at you with a small, disappointed pout on his face.
"People are so heartless nowadays," He grumbled as he gave you a side eye before laying back down to sleep.
Gyuvin tried his hardest to go back to sleep, but he couldn't ignore the grumbles from his stomach and the images of hot ramen with topping whenever he closed his eyes.
He gave you one last look before sighing and deciding to make it himself. He tries to get out of the room as quietly as he can to avoid waking you up when he accidentally knocks over a glass of water on the bedside table.
He froze on his way out as he watched you stirring awake and sitting up on the bed.
"Gyuvin? What happened?,"You glanced at the broken glass shards and then at him before finally understanding what happened.
"I am sorry. You can go back to bed," He gave you a sheepish smile and walked over to your side of the bed, wanting to tuck you back in.
You surprised him by getting up from the bed and grabbing his hand as you walked out of the bedroom door.
I'll make you your ramen," You sighed as you made your way to the kitchen. Gyuvin looked at you with wide eyes before cheering in happiness, grabbing the packet of ramen that he wanted to eat.
He holds back a small laugh as he hears you scoff at him before he stops his shenanigans and just watches you make the ramen.
“Can I get an egg with it too?," He asks with a pleading smile and puppy eyes as he rests his head on your shoulder, hugging you from behind.
"Of course, you can," You chuckled slightly at his childlike demeanor.
“You’re the best," He says, placing a kiss on your cheek.
A few minutes later, the ramen is done and he excitedly takes it to the table, quickly putting the egg and toppings in.
He then looks up at you with a wide smile before patting the seat next to him. You plopped down on the chair beside him, watching him dig into the ramen you made happily.
“This is the best thing ever,” He complimented as he savoured each bite.
"I never knew ramen could make someone happy," You rested your head in your hand, watching him eat.
"I think being with the person who made it makes me happier than the ramen itself," He grinned as he offered you a bite which you ate before grabbing the utensils from his hand and swirling a huge bite of noodles.
He closed his eyes, expecting you to feed him. He looked at you with disappointment as he watched you eat it yourself.
“My ramen!"Gyuvin protested, pulling the bowl closer to him to shield it away from you.
“I made it!”
"I am telling your mom that you ate my ramen!"
"I am telling your mom that her son woke me up at 3 to make him ramen and then won't let me eat!
"You wouldn't!" He gasped at your words.
"I would," You gave him an evil smile before reaching for his ramen again.
✦ summary: your overprotective father sent gunwook to protect you due to them not being in the country for a business trip. you and your friends decided it'd be a great idea to sneak off to have a picnic in the middle of the night without gunwook knowing. it was a fail and gunwook is now looking for you.
“Yes, Sir. She is safe and sound. I made sure that she didn't get into any dangerous situations. You can rest assured,” Gunwook gave his daily report to your father after making sure that you went to bed.
“I know she can be a little troublesome at times. You know, how kids are at that age. She thinks we are being overbearing by hiring a bodyguard even though she is an adult. Please don't mind her words or actions in any way,” Your father sighed as he remembered you complaining about Gunwook following you around everywhere even though it is technically his job.
“No worries, Sir. I understand. I'll continue to abide by my duties no matter what,” Gunwook reassured, standing near the window of his room in the house, staring outside blankly.
“That is nice to hear. Please keep us updated,” Your father responded.
“Yes, Sir. I'll report everything to yo-” Gunwook's eyes widened in shock at what he saw from the window. Three hooded figures escaping through the front gates.
Gunwook hung up the call and immediately ran to your room, his mind coming up with the worst possible scenarios.
“Were they intruders? Did they come to harm you? Did they try to harm you? Did they kidnap you? What was he going to say to your parents? He just reassured them that everything is okay”
He knocked on your door, silently hoping that you'd open the door completely unscathed but to his disappointment, there was no answer.
“Maybe, she is asleep,” He thought as he sighed, raising his fist to knock again.
“Miss L/N? Can you open the door, please? Are you okay?” He spoke through the door but once again, there was no answer.
He sighed as he took out the keys of the room which were given to him for emergency purposes. He knocked one last time before unlocking the room and entering the room.
He cautiously walked towards the covered figure on the bed.
“Miss L/N?” He called out but there was no answer once again.
“Miss L/N?” He called out a bit louder before noticing something strange. He yanked the covers of the “figure”, discovering a bunch of pillows under it, shaped to look like a human.
His eyes fell on the slightly opened window. He quickly walked towards it and saw a huge rope hanging downwards from it.
Gunwook put all the pieces together before screaming “L/N Y/N, Don't you dare!” out of the window, making the hooded figures look at him in shock.
You made the mistake of making eye contact with Gunwook who was warning you from your window, before making a run for it, grabbing your friend's hand.
You were going to get in trouble anyways for trying to sneak off at night so why not just do everything that you planned with your friends and then get in trouble with him?
Gunwook quickly rushed downstairs and out of the front door, glaring at the guards for not noticing you and your friends running away beforehand.
“If someone doesn't kill her, I am going to kill her myself,” He thought as the images of you escaping flashed before his eyes.
He did everything he could to protect you, even going as far as standing outside the washroom to not let any sort of attack happen. He followed you around when you went out with your friends, sitting at a nearby table, staring at you. Sitting in the corner of a class to ensure no one hurt you and no one did.
Who would want to pick a fight with Park Gunwook?
He drove in the direction where he last saw you and your friends running, hoping that you guys wouldn't make it out too far.
He raked through his brain, trying to figure out where exactly you could've gone. He scanned through the neighbourhood for any signs of you or your friends in the darkness of the night.
After a while of driving and seeing no signs of you or your friends, he sighed as he mentally prepared what he was going to say to your parents when his phone suddenly rang. He mentally braced himself, thinking it was going to be your parents. He saw an unknown number flashing on his phone screen, picking the call up cautiously.
“Hello?” A familiar voice spoke from the other side of the line. Gunwook sighed in relief as his brain finally registered that it was one of your friends.
“Where are you guys?! How can you do this to me?! Where is Y/N? How is Y/N? Is she okay?!” Gunwook exclaimed, attacking your friend with a string of questions, surprising your friend as Gunwook never lost his cool before ever.
“We are near xxxx Convenience Store. You wouldn't have allowed us to do it if we told you. Y/N is with us and she is uhmm…..drunk?” Your friend answered his questions one by one.
“Wait there, don't go anywhere. I am coming,” Gunwook quickly drove there, hoping that they'd actually listen and stay there.
Gunwook parked the car as he quickly got out and walked towards your friends who were standing near a tree with worried looks.
“Where is Y/N?!” He scanned his surroundings as he looked for you.
“Geez, hello to you too and she is there,” Your friend pointed towards the tree. Gunwook's eyes widened in shock as he saw you sitting on a branch, clinging to the tree for dear life, clearly drunk.
“She got drunk and we couldn't control her so we called you. She fought us and then climbed the tree after hearing you were on your way,” One of your friends sighed as the other tried to coax you into coming down.
“Miss L/N, please come down,” Gunwook moved closer to the tree, making you clutch the tree even more.
“No”
“Come down”
“No”
“Come down”
“No”
“Come down”
“No”
“If you say no one more time-”
"No”
“Should we throw rocks at her?” One of your friends proposed, clutching a rock In her hand.
“No,” You and Gunwook screamed in unison.
“Miss L/N, please come down,” Gunwook tried to be patient, mentally planning to resign tomorrow morning itself.
“I don't know how to…….” You admitted sheepishly, holding onto the tree for dear life.
“Then why would you get up?!”
“I thought you'd get mad at me!”
“I was already mad at you the second I saw you escaping!”
“...........”
Gunwook sighed, running his fingers through his silky black hair. He took one last look at you before saying “Jump, I'll catch you,”.
“Stop lying, you'll drop me as revenge for running away,”
“As much as I am tempted to do that, I'll have to answer to your parents. Now, come down,” You reluctantly jumped, landing in Gunwook's arms.
"Put me down," You squirmed to get out of his grip.
"So you can run away again? Not a chance,"
He wasted no time in walking towards the car with you in his arms and your two friends walking behind you two, silently gushing about shipping you two.
He placed you in the passenger seat, fastening your seat belt before turning to your friends, “Get in. I'll drop you guys off too. It is quite late,”. Your friends got in the car without any argument.
You mentally braced yourself for any type of scolding as he dropped your friends off at their houses. The car was filled with silence as he drove with a pissed off look on his face.
“Are you mad at me?,” You asked hesitantly despite knowing the answer.
“Well, what do you think?,” He smiled sarcastically, not even looking at you.
“You looked pissed off” You felt him stop the car and look at you with an angry look.
“That's because I am pissed off. How can you run off like that?! Why couldn't you have done all these tomorrow morning after you let me know? Do you know how scared I was? It is literally pitch black here and I couldn't find you! What if something bad happened to you?! What would I have told your parents?! What would I have done?! Do you know how worried I was for you?! How can you do this to m-” He was interrupted by you suddenly pulling the collar of his shirt and crashing your lips against his, effectively shutting his rant up.
He fumbled a bit at the sudden kiss. What was he supposed to do now? Kiss you back? Is he allowed to kiss you back? Is it professional-
“F*ck it,” He thought as he pulled you closer and placed his hands on your cheeks, deepening the kiss.
He could taste the alcohol on your lips but he didn't care. All he could think about was how he finally lost his composure and did the thing he was afraid of doing from the very beginning. He had no idea how he was going to explain all this to your parents. All he could think about how good your lips felt against his soft ones.
He looked away after you pulled away, starting the car once again to avoid the conversation.
"You look hot when you're pissed off," Gunwook's cheeks flushed a little pink as he pretended not to hear you.
“Guess, I finally broke you. How long were you planning on doing that, Mr. Park?” You smiled mischievously as he continued to avoid eye contact.
“From the start,” He mumbled quietly, focusing his eyes on the road.
“I can't hear you~” You giggled. You heard him perfectly well the first time.
“You're even more insufferable when you're drunk,” Gunwook rolled his eyes, cracking a small smile.
“Hehehe but you love it,” You smiled.
“Yes, I do but that doesn't mean you aren't in great trouble when we get home, Y/N” You froze, hearing his response.
“The first time, you say my name and it is a threat? Can't you let it go this one time?,” You pouted as he laughed at your reaction.
“Considering the time and patience it took to find you, no” Gunwook smirked, making you sulk in your seat.
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