☀︎ genre: summer fling au, fluff, some angst, theme is kinda like the one that got away type of thing?
☀︎ wc: 1.7k
☀︎ plot: summer flings are meant to be flings, nothing more than what it should’ve been known for. however you somehow found yourself reminiscing all those times that you have encountered the red headed boy that always took your breath away at the beach house you find yourself going to whenever you wanted a breather from the hard life you endured.
☀︎ a/n: before i say anything else and forget, there is a section between the breaks that is all italicized and in quotes!! that’s just a long dialogue of sunwoo’s pov of their relationship from the cassette tape. secondly: i hope that you guys liked this piece even though i feel as though it wasn’t my best HOGSJNGshuo it was really fun writing this though and would like to thank @atbzkingdom for hosting the lovely collab with the other amazing writers in it!! be sure to check out everyone’s works as well in the link to the collab masterlist!!
hi! could u do 55 from the sensory prompts with eric? thank u lovely~
walkin through time | eric x reader | 55. finding old photographs you had forgotten about
eric’s phone rings, a loud shrill that pulls him out of his focus. he sighs, dragging his eyes over to his phone screen to check the caller id. when he sees the name on the screen, in all honesty, he almost chokes.
hesitatatly, he answers. “hello?”
“eric” your voice is quiet. it barely sounds like you but it still manages to bring back a rush of emotions. he drowns under them. and while he’s still fighting for oxygen, you say: “sorry to call you out of the blue like this. it’s been a while, hasn’t it?”
“yeah.” it’s been nearly two years. not that eric’s been counting the time since he last saw and spoke to you. “why are you—“
“do you remember that beach trip we took?” you ask, cutting off his question, “over the summer with everyone?”
he nods, bewildered, then after remembering you can’t see him, he quickly mumbles out a ‘yes’.
“and do you remember that picture?” your voice turns quiet while asking, as if you’re embarrassed to have even brought it up.
eric nearly smiles. “of course i remember.” hard to forget the picture taken right before he kissed you.
“right.” he swears, he can just about here your smile in the single word. “well i was thinking about the picture earlier this week, and, i don’t know, i guess i just wanted to look back on it for nostalgia and all that, but i couldn’t find it. and that’s when I remembered—“
“we put it in the time capsule...”
“oh,” you sound vaguely surprised, “yeah.” eric has no idea what to make of it.
the time capsule was something you came up with a year after you and him had started dating and the summer before you both went off to college. at that time, things had been perfect between the two of you. nothing’s perfect you used to tell him during those lazy summer days. but even if that’s true, you and him must have been the closest anyone got to perfection. rationally, eric knows why you and him fell apart. college didn’t make it any better. you both had different lives. for the first time since he met you in grade school, he’d call you up, exhausted and have no idea what to even say to you. and judging by the silence you used to return every missed call with, neither did you.
you were the one to finally end things and call it quits. for a while, for at least a year, all he did was resent you for it, wondering why he wasn’t enough and your relationship wasn’t enough to make you want to try harder. but more recently, he’s come to see how right you were for ending things when you did. and if eric’s being honest, he knew a break up was on the horizon a month before you called him up saying you should both throw in the towel.
eric thought he was done with you forever. thought that your lives had already crossed paths, and that that path had turned into a dead end. so then why is it that you’re calling him now, talking about time capsule that’s been buried in a park for almost three years now?
“why are you telling me this?”
“i—“ you falter there. eric hears some rustling through the line. “it’s better if you just come out and see.”
“come out?” eric questions, head tilting. “where are you?”
“look out your window.”
he does, scrambling across his room to his bedroom window. and there you are standing outside. you give him a small wave. you look different and yet you looo familiar. there’s something awkward about the way you’re standing as if you feel out of place. there’s a box in your hand, and even from here, eric can see the dirt on your palms and under your fingernails.
he hangs up the phone and runs out to meet you and the uprooted time capsule in your arms.
“what are you doing here?” he asks breathelessly, stopping in front of you.
“i don’t really know,” you shrug. “but do you maybe wanna...” you lift the box up slightly for him to see. eric stares at it. at this small shoebox whose contents carry nearly eight years of friendship, love, and heartbreak. he looks up at you again. eight years of his story with you.
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: younghoon’s a bit sassy/socially awkward but nth too much extreme
𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 1.5k
𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: happy (belated) birthday my beaby @chaoticdeobi, ily endlessly, i hope you like it! i hope you had a great day!
the hall was grand, to say the least. the walls painted in the finest mix of white tie and matchstick; but to any common eye, the paint was just simply cream. portraits of the family’s ancestors hung perfectly on said walls, golden plaques engraved with their names and the years from birth to death, situated just below them.
you could say the hall was the largest part of the building but yet, younghoon was always found hiding away in the undercroft. his time well spent at the very end, paintbrush in hand as he delicately placed the brush onto the canvas, an elegant piece forming in its wake; finding comfort and solace in the peace that he got, a break from his reality, hence why his father had gifted him the space and the utensils for his twelfth birthday.
a slight sigh left younghoon’s slightly ajar lips of concentration, brows knitting together as he couldn’t quite get the right angle of his paintbrush, “it won’t work if you’re holding it so awkwardly.” it took the man by surprise, spilling his water pot over his fresh set of white trousers, nobody ever wandered into his space during the day as the staff working in the castle feared him and his intimidating gaze nor did they ever sneak up on him upon knowing of his tendency to become scared easily.
fury burning in his eyes as his fresh whites absorbed more and more of the tainted water as he sat there, whipping his head in the direction of the voice who stood behind him, arms folded and they leaned against the porcelain walls, legs crossed in a way that just screamed arrogance.
“excuse me, who the hell do you think you are sneaking up on a royal, did you not see the ‘do not disturb’ sign?” with a sigh, younghoon scurried to wipe off his trousers - not that it would do anything considering fabric isn’t waterproof and the damage was already done - huffing again, “oh, forget it. clean this up, i take it you’re a maid? now if you excuse me.”
it was dinner time now, and everybody knew that the king wanted the whole family to sit around the dining table together, occasionally discuss important business him and his wife had to deal with, or something they wanted younghoon to participate in against his will; but in his eyes, it was all apart of the family bonding.
“where’s mother?” younghoon asked as he adjusted his newly fixed hair, the constant puffing of breath out of his lips having messed it up. watching the kitchen staff busily prepare the table for their meal.
“one of the cleaning workers knocked over your mother’s glass of wine and it went all over her new gown. she’ll be down in a few- oh look, she’s coming here now.”
placing her palm upon her husband’s shoulder, younghoon’s mother took her seat at the dinner table, a familiar face following behind and standing to the side of the room with the other staff, you. you were his mother’s lady maid. if it were anybody else, he would’ve apologised for the tone he gave you earlier when he mistook you for part of the cleaning staff.. but what right did you of all people have spying on him in his private space?
“son? are you listening?” his father called to him, realisation hitting younghoon that he hadn’t stopped gaping at you since you walked in the room. adjusting his collar before prompting his father to continue speaking.
“as i was saying, your mother and i have to leave the country for a few days. you are in charge of taking care of your sister whilst we’re gone as well as the staff. we trust you with this son, don’t disappoint us,”
“oh and y/n, you will be staying here for the time being, your services aren’t necessary on this trip. you’ll be in charge of our daughter when younghoon is busy, understood?” whilst younghoon’s father was a kind and generous man, he definitely wasn’t the most respected man in the castle for no reason. his striking and powerful demeanour spread for miles, no one dared to disobey the king, not knowing exactly what he’s capable of but not wanting to find out either.
younghoon’s parents were gone for most of his childhood, along through his teenage years and then into his early adulthood. so it’s safe to say he grew up isolated and alone for most of his life. his only source of socialisation was when his sister was born seven years ago, when he was seventeen. they’re practically attached at the hip, wherever younghoon went, his sister followed and vice versa. his sister was mature for her age, much like younghoon himself, she had to learn how to take care of herself from an early age; that included knowing how to dress appropriately, know how to do her own hair and makeup for any special occasions the family hosted or attended to as well as the basics on how to behave as a royal should. the only difference between the siblings was that now, younghoon had responsibilities he had to take care of- preparing to be king once his father passes or if he steps down from the throne, maintaining a clean record as well as the constant fear of practically falling apart at the seams.
it wasn’t and still isn’t the ideal life for one to live, seeking his father’s approval and permission for pretty much everything he does. the burden weighing upon his shoulders just itching to make his knees buckle and collapse, making it hard for him to do pretty much anything “normal” like making friends or doing typical things you’d do in your twenties; it wasn’t that he liked people keeping their distance from him, nor the fact that everybody in the castle had their own misconceptions on him and his behaviour, all of which turn their topic of conversations onto him whenever he walks into the room.
it was a couple of days later when younghoon found himself sitting on the top of a hill just outside of the castle gates, observing the vast and majestic view that clouded the sky. the blue replaced by a faint red hue whilst the clouds floated aimlessly. the only sounds heard consisted of younghoon’s breathing, the small flow of water beside him and the odd bird that flew by every now and then. he can’t remember the last time he felt pure peace. everything being far too fast to keep up, like a black hole or a tornado, something you’re quickly swept up into until you completely disappear and break.
“they’re going absolutely mad looking for you in the castle, sir.”
you.
without sparing you a glance, younghoon let out a sigh, his shoulders tensing slightly at the thought of going back to the place that causes far too much stress.
unpropping yourself from a nearby rock, settling a comfortable space from younghoon, staring out at the landscape that looked like it just came out of a painting.
“what’re you doing here?”
“i came to find you, duh. they’re going sick at the thought of you having fled the country or something.”
“no, seriously. what’re you doing here?”
“contrary to belief, sir, but i actually want to be your friend. not your foe, regardless of how hard you try to push me away. don’t you ever get lonely in that big place?”
younghoon snickered at that, “you think you know me huh?”
“not at all. that’s why i’m saying i want to, i know what it’s like to have my childhood swept from between my feet, floating between self-doubt and uncertainty of what i’m going to do with my life and how i’m even going to do it on my own. i know far too well what it’s like to be alone my whole life, my parents either too busy preoccupied with work or too tired to spend time with me when they get home at the end of the night.”
for the first time, it felt like someone wasn’t pitying him, or mistaking his standoff-ish personality for something for malice and ill-intended. for the first time, he felt heard and understood.
“how about a restart?”
“huh?”
younghoon was turned towards you now, his hand extended to you, “hi. i’m younghoon. not prince younghoon, not sir, just younghoon.”
“nice to meet you, just younghoon, im y/n. i hope we can be great friends.”
𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠:: kim sunwoo x reader
𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧:: erased’s japanese title 僕だけがいない町 boku dake ga inai machi which roughly translates to “this town where only i am missing”
𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞:: childhood friends to lovers, fluff, somewhat heavy angst?
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭:: 8.8k
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬:: swearing, character death, depiction of anxiety & grief, slight mention of drinking. there is nothing too shocking but don’t force yourself to read it if you don’t feel like it!! 💕
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲:: one is linked to others through memories such as a thread tethering you to this world. what happens when those shatter? along pursuing scattered fragments of your childhood in this transient world of memories edged by the sea, you realize between the field of blue and recollections of your past that everyone might have forgot you. everyone but sunwoo
Looking outside the window of your apartment, thinking about how much your life has changed after you moved. You had to leave Seoul, your friends, your family, and everything you grew up with, but what stung the most is having to leave your best friend, Sunwoo. It was hard to leave him on your last day in Seoul, but it was also the most memorable. He took you to the arcade you both went to everyday in middle school, bought you ice cream from your favorite shop, went to the forgotten mall on the other side of town that you both spent most of your high school days. He took you down memory lane as a way to remind you that everything will be there and wait for you to return. But if you’re unlucky, not everything will wait.
You looked at the letter you wrote in your hands, debating on whether or not you should send it to Sunwoo. You both have been sending each other letters due to the bad internet connection you had. However, after months of waiting for a letter to arrive, Sunwoo had stopped sending. You on the other hand, continued to send in hopes that he would eventually reply. You thought maybe he was busy and didn’t have time to write, so you kept your head up and relied on the false hope you had created.
It wasn’t until three months had passed when you realized that maybe Sunwoo just didn’t want to send you letters. Maybe he was tired of you or thought that you would never return. Truth is though, you probably never would go back unless it was necessary. But the reason you’re conveniently sitting in a plane that is heading to Seoul right now is because your boss requested that you complete a project for him in Seoul. Maybe it was your chance to talk to Sunwoo again.
You only had one week in Seoul but only had to work five out of the seven days. Your boss knew that it was your hometown, so he gave you an extension to your stay there.
Throughout those five days of working, you had stayed with your parents, catching up with everything in their lives as well as yours. They had also participated in writing letters to you instead of texting, the only difference is that they made time for it. They knew about the situation with Sunwoo, for they have seen him around the neighborhood often, but they shouldn’t be the one to tell you what was going on in his life.
You were eating dinner and talking with your parents on what you should do for the next two days you would be staying here. “Have you seen Sunwoo lately? I’m sure he would like to know that you’re in town.” You chewed slowly, staring at your plate as you thought of what to say. “I don’t know, I haven’t seen him in so long.”
Both of your parents watched as you transitioned from your fast eating to a slow tempo. You sighed and placed down your utensil, “I know what you both are thinking, but my feelings for Sunwoo have faded. Plus, I’m not even in the city or country anymore, so even if he liked me, it wouldn’t work out.”
They smirked at you, “We said nothing about your feelings dear, but we do believe that you should go and see him.” You huffed in frustration, knowing full well that the feelings you have for Sunwoo in high school will always stay with you. Even if he hasn’t written to you in so long and you haven’t seen him, your feelings never faded.
//
You sat in the same booth of your favorite ice cream parlor that Sunwoo took you to on your last day in Seoul. You looked outside the window, watching everyone pass by on the street and seeing people enter and coming out of stores. Across the street was a small restaurant that you were unfamiliar with, seeing that it had opened while you were gone. You watched the place pack with people as time went on, but what caught your eye was the familiar head of your best friend, holding the door open for someone.
You know you shouldn’t assume anything, but after seeing them kiss his cheek, your heart shattered. You looked away, not wanting to see him with someone else as you drank your ice cream float.
What you didn’t notice is that he looked around and in the window of the ice cream shop, he saw you. He felt his heart beating out of his chest, his eyes only focusing on the side of your face, but getting pulled away by his significant other. Maybe he was hallucinating.
You decided you would roam the streets of Seoul instead of seeing Sunwoo, for you had lost all hope you had and were only left with a broken heart. You went to all the same places he had taken you to, remembering all the memories you had made with him and that they’re all still here waiting for you. All of it waited except for one. You don’t blame him though; people grow and move on.
//
You were again at the dinner table, but your parents were not present as they had to attend work matters. You ate silently and thought about what you had seen today, but your mind kept going back to the ice cream shop. You wish you could forget it all and just move on like he did but you couldn’t. It made you feel so frustrated with yourself because you can’t control your feelings and you wish you could so then you wouldn’t be in this sort of predicament.
You stood up after hearing a soft knock on the door. You opened it, expecting to see your parents but was met with Sunwoo standing with a bouquet of flowers in his hand. You stared in shock at him, surprised that he showed up at your front door.
“You think I didn’t see you in the ice cream parlor?” No words left your agap mouth as you stood there. You swallowed the lump in your throat, trying to rack your brain for an answer, but you just stared at him. “Are you not gonna say anything? You thought you were just going to come here without telling me?” If this happened a few months ago when he was sending you letters, you would have laughed at how he looked; holding a bouquet of flowers while saying those words to you in a harsh tone. But time continues to move and so have you and Sunwoo.
“Honestly, Sunwoo,” You took deep breaths, trying now to feel so nervous and to help calm your shaky voice, “I thought you forgot about me.” You looked into his eyes, seeing the regret and hurt behind them, “You haven’t sent me anything for months. I figured you were busy, and you are. You’re in a relationship and I’m happy for you, so I won’t blame you for not being able to send me anything.
He watched your eyes as they would move from his to something else around him. He was at a loss of words too. “When do you leave?” You opened your mouth, telling him that tomorrow was your last day here, “Save that day for me, okay?” He handed you the bouquet, a rush of deja vu hitting you at full speed, but this time it felt different; it felt like time was stopping for you two.
You nodded your head as he took a step back, “I’ll pick you up, we’ll have a good day tomorrow and I’ll explain everything, okay?” You smiled softly, the pounding muscle in your chest being heard in your ears. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
//
Sitting in Sunwoo’s car, you inhaled the familiar scent and looked out the window. You watched the people and the stores you passed by, knowing where you were going just by the route you were taking. “Are you taking us to the mall?” He smiled and nodded, “You know me too well.”
You laughed softly, turning up the faint sound of the radio and softly sang along to it. Sunwoo tapped the wheel softly to the beat, but also to debate if he should spark up a conversation. You beat him to it though, “So, how has your relationship been going so far?”
We broke up. “It’s going good. Why do you ask?”
“Well, when I saw you two the other day, you both looked so happy together.”
I wasn’t happy with them. “Haha yeah, I guess so.”
You glanced at Sunwoo, the frown on his face making it hard to ignore the tension in the car. You sighed, knowing you had to talk to him about what’s bothering him sooner rather than later. “Sunwoo, pull over.” His eyebrows shot up in shock, “What? Why?”
“Just pull over.”
He pulled into a parking lot and parked. He turned off the engine and looked at you, “Why am I pulling over exactly?” He nervously laughed and looked down at the space between the two of you. “Tell me what’s on your mind. What’s bothering you?”
He had an internal battle, debating on telling you how he’s felt for so long, or just making something up and putting the blame on you — he went for the latter. “I’m just irritated because you didn’t tell me you came home.” Your mouth fell open, disbelief that he’s actually mad that you didn’t tell him you were in Seoul.
“Are you kidding me Sunwoo? You’re mad at me for not telling you I’m in Seoul when you’re out here and can’t even bother to take a small amount of time out of your day to write a simple letter to me.” He scoffed, knowing where this is going to end, “I can’t always make time for you, I have a life—”
“And I don’t?” You looked at the side of his face, too stubborn to look into your eyes, “I can’t believe you Sunwoo. You know if you wanted to stop sending letters, you could have just told me.” You opened the door to the car, his head snapping to you, “What are you doing?”
“I’m going home, I don’t want to spend my last day in Seoul with you if you’re going to act like this.” You slammed the door and stormed away, calling one of your parents to come and pick you up.
Sunwoo sat in his car, staring at the wheel as he thought about how he should have just told you how he felt and what he did the day he saw you at the ice cream parlor. After he went inside the new shop, he wasn’t like himself and his date knew that too, which obviously led to Sunwoo breaking up with them. It wasn’t fair that he goes out with someone, pretending to be happy with them, when his heart belonged to another. He had to tell you before you leave.
//
You can’t imagine yourself in these types of situations where the protagonist chases after their prince or princess in an airport, yet here you are. You had hugged your parents goodbye, walking to check in your luggage, but was stopped by a hand holding you back.
You looked at Sunwoo who was panting and out of breath. “Please, just give me five minutes.” You nodded and led him to a seating area and sat down, waiting for him to talk. He wiped his hands on his jeans, trying to get rid of the nervousness before he spoke.
“I know yesterday was so bad and I didn’t mean anything I said back there.” He paused and looked into your eyes, sighing as he softly smiled, “My relationship, I ended that day I saw you.” Your eyes widened as you looked anywhere but him. “I broke it off because it wasn’t fair for them to be in a relationship that didn’t have any true feelings. It was fake.” He paused again, mentally preparing for his confession. His eyes gazed into yours and he took one of your hands into his, “When I say fake, I mean that my feelings aren’t directed towards them, but towards you.”
The butterflies you felt in your stomach erupted like a volcano, the feeling of euphoria overtaking your emotions as you smiled at him. However, you looked around as you heard your flight number echo in the intercom, causing your smile to drop and look back at Sunwoo who had a smile on his face. “Don’t worry. This time, I won’t ignore my feelings and I’ll make time for you.” You frowned, not wanting to leave him again like the first time.
He brought his left arm up, cupping your cheek as he rubbed his thumb against your soft skin, “Go, or you’ll miss your flight.” You both stood up, his other hand still locked with yours. You pouted, “I’m going to miss you Sunwoo.” He smiled softly, pulling at your hand as he brought you closer for a tight hug. It was the first hug you both had since you saw each other, and it felt amazing.
warning(s) : the clowning of lee jaehyunsjdjsn , profanities
word count : 2.6k
a/n : HAPPY VERY VERY LATE BIRTHDAY TO THE BIGGEST BBANGBI I HAVE EVER ENCOUNTERED @chaoticdeobi 😤😼💖 although you have swerved into juyeon’s lane hehsh thank you for listening to my dumb rants and giving me advice and just being like a big sister overall aknekanz i love you always, please never stop screaming about wanting to eat juyeon’s arms and i wish you all the happiness in the world 🥺💖
Younghoon is bad at surprises. No, it’s not that he’s bad at making it or anything, it’s just that he doesn’t put enough care into executing properly. You would know by the way you’re walking into the depths of a forest at 8pm alone, the only light source being the dim moonlight that piercing through the tall trees that surround you. Not to mention on your birthday.
Normally you wouldn’t be fine with this, but after today’s arrangement of surprise that he planned out for you, the fear of walking alone into a place where dangerous animals or even serial killers can reside in, is buried by the anger and fatigue and you couldn’t care less if a bear made you its dinner or something.
warnings: friends with benefits to lovers, angst, fluff
note: thank you for reading, let me know what you though. Enjoy.xx
drabble game
You waved at your parent’s as they entered the elevator that was conveniently right across the hallway from your front door. Sunwoo chuckled next to you, his arm wrapped around your waist as your mother yelled about how much she loved the dinner he had cooked. Your heart twisted inside as the nature of your relationship with Sunwoo crept slowly in the back of your mind.
Once the doors had closed and you were sure they wouldn’t open again, you removed Sunwoo’s arm from your waist. Feeling the exhaustion of lying to your parents engulf your entire body as you make your way into the living room flopping yourself down letting out a tired sigh.
w.c: 2.6k (it was mistake okay I got carried away we should know this by now)
warnings: fluff, talks of death, ghosts, torture if you squint, graveyards, digging up graves (don’t do that yall), angst a little, it’s hinted that the reader can communicate with ghosts. (if you’re uncomfortable with any of these themes this one is not for you)
note: I CAN EXPLAIN OKAY I KNOW YOU WANTED JOKER WONWOO BUT LIKE IT STARTED OFF THAT WAY AND THEN I GOT SOFT. Enjoy let know your thoughts please, they mean so much to me.
Also i will answer asks at some point, school is just keeping me super busy, BUT IM NOT IGNORING THEM THEY MAKE ME SMILE EVERY TIME I SEE THEM.
masterlist || drabble game
Wonwoo wiped the sweat off of his brow with the back of his hand, panting slightly as he stared down at the empty grave. “Remind me again why we’re doing this?” Vernon asked, digging his shovel into the ground with the heel of his boot. He rested his forearm against the handle looking at Wonwoo through his sweaty bangs.
“There is no reason, I was just bored.” Wonwoo shrugged, his cheeks were dusted with dirt and his white dress shirt was anything but white. The truth was he had a reason, he needed a way to meet you halfway and causing chaos was the only way to get you out of that shiny tower in the middle of the city where all the heroes resided. But his reasoning would never be voiced out loud, especially not to Vernon and so he lied like it was second nature to him.
request: “i’d like to request a fic for tbz’s sunwoo !!! and fluff with themes of a sports!au and e2l!au?” from @sunwuism-main
synopsis: who would’ve known that your four-year rival and newly named co-captain would be such a cutie when drunk? not you, that’s for sure.
pairing: kim sunwoo x fem!reader
word count: 3.6k (3577 words)
genre: sports!au, enemies tbh just rivals to lovers, fluff, highschool!au
disclaimers/warnings: AHH TYSM FOR THE REQUEST NEHA BB I had a lot of fun writing it ^^ content warnings for alcohol consumption and some swearing - this is my longest oneshot yet! you can listen to bbusyeo by oneus while reading because this one shot has that kind of energy to me, idk why LOL
You don’t even remember how it started, this feud with your teammate Kim Sunwoo.
Genre: College!AU; Slice of Life; Urban Fantasy!AU; Angst and Fluff
Pairing: College student!Sunwoo x Star!Reader
Warning(s): Chanhee wants to kill Sunwoo sometimes lmao. Unedited.
Word count: 9.1k
A/N: The idea for this plot came from my wonderful girlfriend. <3 I tuned it a bit, but I hope this turned out well. Lowkey not the happiest with how it turned out sfhkdadshfusdh.
A/N 2: Thank you to @experimentalwrites for reading this in its awkward beginning stages.
“how can i forget someone who gave me so much to remember?”
synopsis: where juyeon loses all his memories after a terrible accident. many years later he’s bound to marry another woman—not knowing their photographer used to be his girlfriend of seven years. will he remember their love?
warnings: car accident; memory loss/amnesia; mentions of blood and injury; cheating
pairing: lee juyeon x fem. reader | mentions 98z of tbz and everglow members
genre: angst, fluff, suggestive
playlist: spotify
status: completed. last updated: epilogue / 31 dec
w/c: 18k words
a/n: hello, hello! i am finally starting my first big project woo :) it’s been my dream for the longest time to write a chaptered fic and it’s here! i will be updating this masterlist—there’s no schedule so if you want to be part of the taglist —> rb/reply/ask !
thank you for your support, it all means the world to me. <3
a/n : THIS IS ANOTHER SELF INDULGENT(WHAT) FIC bcz i am like this yesterday, i wanted to bite ppl's head off hfjdj also i wrote this for @fleurseoul thnx for entertaining me during the car ride💖
Being stuck in the car with 6 people in a 7 seater car doesn't sound so bad, right? No. The bad thing is that you're stuck together for the next 5 hours as you make your way back home from your weekend long vacation. Already the dread and regret came when you thought back of the school work you hadn't finished creeping back into your mind after the euphoric feeling of being free vanished once you packed your bags and checked out from the hotel you were staying. I should have not agreed to go with them, you thought as you looked outside of the window, eyes trailing every object you could find on the road.
Having agreed to their invitation of a short getaway from your responsibilities even if it was 3 weeks before finals was crazy of them but the persuasiveness of your boyfriend made you cave in once he gave you his pleading puppy eyes. One you had a hard time saying no to.
Sometimes Sunwoo could read you when you're stressed but other times he just looked over it. Not noticing how distant your eyes were or the deep and long exhales you took to calm yourself down when you were about to shut down from nervousness, fingernails digging into the skin of your palms creting ragged half moons to keep you awake.
Since the start of the drive, no one talked much and the only sound was from the radio playing random music from a station. Maybe he was bored, of course what was he going to do on a 4 hour drive than ask for attention from you. Already bored of his phone after the first hour, he turned it off and turned his head to you who were sitting quietly beside him looking outside. "[Y/N]?", left hand tapping your shoulder once. You didn't respond. Again he tried calling your name and tapping 3 times now. "What?" turning your head to him, you responded with a sharp low voice and eyes glaring at him.
Taken a back by your sudden wave of anger, his own brows furrowed. How quick he was to react was unbelievable when he didn't even try to read the situation. "I just wanted to talk to you. Didn't have to be so rude," a monotone voice replied to you. Somehow that ticked something inside of you off for some reason and the anxiety that had crept in the back of your mind whispering to you about how you didn't have enough time to do your work didn't mix well.
" I wasn't being rude, I asked you what do you want", the anger bubbling inside of you forced yourself to control your voice, since everyone was so quiet in the car you didn't want to cause a scene even if you knew in the end there was going to be one. Still you tried to contain it. "Well you didn't have to say it that way," Sunwoo's voice when he's angry was something that would frighten you, but right now you just see it as a challenge. Holding your breath for several seconds while holding his dead stare, you said through clenched teeth, nails digging a little deeper on your palms you felt like it was going to break it, "Okay, fine. I'm sorry. What do you want Sunwoo?" spitting each syllable with a fake caring tone. Honestly you couldn't be bothered by him right now when the only thing on your mind was how you were going to finish your work on time before tomorrow's class.
" Why are you angry at me all of the sudden?"
I'm sorry, I'm not. I didn't mean to, was what the small voice inside of your mind say but something else came out of your mouth, the flickering sparks of fire spoke instead.
"It's because I regretted coming to this stupid vacation with you when I could've stayed home to finish my assignments!"
Verbal fights were common between the two of you and when one of you raised your voice, the tension in the air tightened making everyone aware of the fight was going on.
"Oh so you think spending time with me is a waste of time?" matching your tone, Sunwoo also raised his voice changing from the dead monotonous sound while also moving his body slightly in front of you to get you to look at his face. Right hand gripping the headrest of the shotgun's seat, his wide round eyes searched for yours. You being the stubborn person you were when mad, crossed your arms and huffed out an exhale of annoyance. "Yeah! I should've stayed home than wasting my time with you!" face closer to his now it seemed like one of you was about to bite each other's face off to the other four people in the car which was Sangyeon as the driver, Chanhee, Eric and Kevin who was sitting beside Sunwoo.
Catching the eye of Sangyeon from the rear view mirror, Kevin got the idea to put a stop to your fight. "Alright, time out," grabbing Sunwoo's shoulder, he motioned with his hand for him to switch seats, to which Sunwoo gladly did. From the front seat, Chanhee rolled his eyes but was also relieved. Both of you had never gone physical with each other but every time it concerned them.
Reaching the third hour of the drive, the tension in the car had simmered and died down to the calm quietness from before. Everyone was getting tired and the only stop made was once where you took a half an hour break at a highway stop. Sitting back in the car, your mind had winded down, no longer you were thinking about your assignments but now you were aware of how tired you had felt. Sleepiness slowly pulling its blanket over your body. Muscles relaxing, eyelids heavy and head bumping into the window every now and then, you didn't realise that you had dozed off at one point. Your head now turned to rest on Kevin's shoulder.
Even sitting one person apart, Sunwoo still kept his eyes on you. Face facing forwards but eyes were sneaking glances at you to the left. Maybe he didn't read you well at how you were always worried for your education and he felt guilt blooming in his chest. Kevin being in between you too had been a good thing because he knew you wanted some time apart from him. What he wanted to do after the first ten minutes of separation was to hug you and apologise but he thought it was best to wait until you've calmed down. However, when he saw you lay your head on Kevin's shoulder he did not want to wait any longer. Your head was supposed to be resting on his shoulder.
Slapping Kevin’s right thigh when he saw his friend looked down at you with a confused face, Sunwoo motioned for Kevin to switch back his seat to which Kevin gladly did. He felt a little bit awkward. When Sunwoo situated himself next to you, your eyes promptly opened to make out his face. Opening his left arm as an invitation for you to lay your head on his chest, you didn't hesitate to go into his arm. In your sleepy state, your mind still remembered your boyfriend’s soft embrace. Already sleepiness was erasing the fight you had before. Once you had snuggled up into his side, Sunwoo wrapped both of his arms around you as you fell back into dreamland. Kissing the crown of your head, he silently whispered sorry to you low enough only for you to hear. As a sign of you accepting his apology and you yourself was apologising to him, you hugged him tighter and then your mind shut down.
No matter how many fights you and Sunwoo got into, both would find a way back to each other. As much as you fought over little things, both will be reconnected back like two magnets of different poles. Not even some petty fights could keep you apart.
genre : FLLUUUFFFF this is like a comfort fic for me,,, what do you say self indulgent? what?
word count : 764 words
✨masterlist✨
[05:37PM]
Silently absorbing the calm atmosphere, Chanhee stood at a distance where only little waves could hit his bare feet. Breathing in the salt tinged air deeply, his muscles relaxed. Finally for the first time in a while since quarantine he could bask in the sunlight again with you.
Something hit his cheek. It felt like droplets of water. Looking up to the sky, it’s blue with scattering of white clouds. No sign of it going to rain anytime soon so why did he felt cold on his face?
Positioning yourself parallel to the direction of the wind, you lifted the bubble wand close to your lips and blew. Transparent wobbly spheres came out in various sizes reflecting the sunlight making them looked like floating rainbows as the breeze carried them towards someone in their path. That someone was none other than your easily annoyed yet loving boyfriend, Chanhee.
Seeing him looking confused made the laughter you were trying to hold in since the moment you bought the bubble escaped out of you. The way he turned to the sky with a hand wiping at his cheek and looking back down to it with a pouty face just brought joy in you, but you were someplace far away from him so he didn't hear you. Again, you blew more bubbles in his direction enjoying his reaction.
Looking back up one more time to confirm his suspicion, a swarm of rainbow bubbles filled his vision. Startled by the sudden sight of it, he flinched avoiding it like it was bees instead of harmless floating soap water. The millisecond his brain recognised it to be bubbles, he let out a breath of relief as he watched it be blown by the wind and popped into the air. More and more came his way.
Eyes following the path of the bubbles originally from, he saw you standing under a shady tree dipping the bubble wand back into the solution and blowing more. When his eyes met yours, he squinted his eyes at you with eyebrows furrowed and hands on his waist while you let out the cutest and happiest giggle he had heard from you in a few months. Being cooped up inside of the house for quarantine did a number on you. Everyday he tried to make the best of it with you and you had appreciated his efforts to make you stay positive each day, but some days you had reached your limit which led you to having an episode of shutting him out. Thank god he was understanding.
Seeing you radiating this joyous energy made him warm inside. Annoyed feature softening, even if it was a fake one he couldn't help but smile when you laughed out loud freely. He could see that your shoulders were more loose and the strained facial expression you always wore when you were doing your university projects at home had disappeared, replaced with this shining and bubbly personality that you always had. Even the simplest thing like blowing bubbles, to which some other people might see it as not suitable for adults to do, brought happiness to you. That was what he loved about you. Oh how he had missed this side of you. You were his source of happiness and he will do anything to see that beautiful smile of yours that he loved so much again and forever.
When you received a notice that the lockdown had been lifted, he quickly suggested that you should go out to a beach. The sound of the waves had always been able to calm you down even if you were scared of the deep ocean waters. Something about how tall the waves were before their height reduced to mere inches from the ground and the sound of them hitting the shore sent a sense of calmness through you. Seeing something so menacing looking eased down into soft foams made you feel safe in a way. Like danger couldn't get to you if you were far enough for them to reach and that was how you could only ever enjoy being at the beach with that fear of yours.
"Chanhee! Come here and try this!" raising your voice, you waved the wand in the air still giggling. Shaking his head at how much of a child you can be when you're happy, he walked back to you, picking up his shoes along the way. You both could stay here and blow bubbles together until the sun sets, he thought. Anything worth seeing your smile he would do it in a heartbeat.
ミ★ synopsis: in a world where everyone finds out who loves them within a 10 meter radius through the app love alarm, confessing your feelings without the use of the app is no longer considered normal. however, you refuse to download it in hopes that you’ll be able to fall in love without being dependent on love alarm.
Plein d’amour | Sunwoo (The Boyz Christmas Series)
La Joie De Noel Series.
Sangyeon | Jacob | Younghoon | Hyunjae | Juyeon | Kevin | Changmin | Chanhee | Haknyeon | Sunwoo | Eric
Plein d’amour : full of love
You and Sunwoo steal a few intimate moments before your kids barge in to ask whether they can open their Christmas presents.
Eomma : Mother in Korean.
Appa : father in Korean.
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“Mom!”
Your eye cracks open the moment you hear your daughter’s muffled shout coming from the other side of the door. Groaning internally, you hear Sunwoo’s soft alto echo through the wall, “Sera, give Eomma some time to sleep. She’s tired.”
“But you said that we’d open our presents as soon as we woke up!” comes Sera’s protest.
That is soon followed by your son chiming in, “yeah Appa. You said so yourself.”
Uh so here’s the midnight impulse drabble that made Eric wreck my bias list?? When I woke up I actually thought this was a fever dream until I opened my notes hh anyway, this is set in the same universe as Bloom, Bloom, Pow!, but the events of bbp are still a couple years into the future :)
In other news, happy birthday to Eric, the best puppy boy in the world whom I love with my whole heart <3 I have a chem final sigh but I hope everyone else is having a lovely day, including the birthday boy!
I highly recommend listening to the song that inspired this all while reading! Oneus’s “A Song Written Easily” is so beautiful :)
Pairing: Eric x gender neutral!reader
Genre: slight angst
Triggers: none
Word Count: 1.2k
Words flow so easily when Eric thinks of you.
TBZ Masterlist | Interwoven
With all the times Eric’s fallen in love, he’d think that breaking up would be a bit easier by now. Truthfully, sometimes, it is, when there have only been two or three dates before deciding things won’t work out, when the feelings only run shallow.
But the months he spent with you, smiling with locked fingers, laughing between kisses… they were something lovely. Something deeper. Something so much more.
Which is why, Eric supposes, it hurts so much now that you’ve gone.
