“...Just Fine.”
Requested by an anon. Here’s to you. An actual cutie.
Working hard had always been on Sungkyu’s list of qualities. The man was amazing, no one could lie. But every hardworking man needs a good woman, right?
You were Sungkyu’s woman. You were an actress. You were quite well known across the world. You were featured in music videos, You were asked to do special photo shoots in countries other than Korea. Countries such as Japan, the states, China, France, Spain, and many others.
You met Sungkyu through a photo shoot. You were very familiar with the group, Infinite. You loved their music. Every comeback you were there supporting 200%. Every live stage, you watched in amazement. Every concert they had in your area you tried your hardest to get tickets before they sold out. You wanted them to have as much love as they deserved. They were barely getting it.
When you were told you would have a photo shoot with Sungkyu, you completely lost it. You were excited yet a little nervous. You were about to meet the leader one of your favorite boy groups. You dressed as you normally did. Very casual. A little makeup. It was best to wear just a little makeup when going to a photo shoot. They were just going to take it off and put on many layers of makeup.
You grabbed your phone and purse and made your way to the shoot, with a wide smile on your face. You walked into the shoot and you were greeted by the smell of coffee. You took it in and looked around. There were many mugs full of coffee in the room.
“Y/N! Y/N!” A voice called out to you. You turned your head to the side to see your manager and with a figure next to her. You looked closer and noticed the figure was actually Sungkyu. They walked over to you. “Y/N, this is-” “Sungkyu, I know. I enjoy his group’s music and his solo music. Nice to meet you.” You put out your hand for him to shake.
He grabbed it softly and kissed the palm. “Nice to meet you too, Y/N. I love that name.”
Throughout the photo shoot you both exchanged looks. He was just as interested in you as you were him. You were different from girls he has worked with in the past. He noticed the little things you did, unlike other people did. You felt relaxed in his arms unlike other men. The two of you were so relaxed it was like as if the two of you were together.
He was in his dressing room. His stylist was doing his hair. “So, are you going to ask her out?”
“What are you talking about?” Sungkyu asked.
“Y/N! Oh come on, everyone hear has seen the way the both of you have been looking at each other this whole time. Ask he out! She looked into you as well.” His stylist urged. “Maybe I will, maybe I won’t.”
After the shoot, you began packing your things. There was a knock on your dressing room door. You opened it to see, Sungkyu. “Hello, is something-”
“Would you like to go out on a date?”
You couldn’t help but smile. “I’d love to. Let me get my things and I’ll give you my number.”
It’s been three years since you started dating. Your relationship has had it’s fair share of ups and down. Way more ups than downs. All of his members loved you. They were constantly asking Sungkyu to bring you to everything so they could speak with you.
But there was nothing more Sungkyu loved to do with you than cuddle. It was his favorite thing to do. Especially after a long tiring day at work. Just like today.
He was running around Woollim doing a lot. He had to help everyone. Tending to his duties. He wanted nothing more than to be on the sofa, holding you tightly.
You didn’t want to admit Sungkyu was the clingiest you’ve ever met, but he was the clingiest person you’ve ever met. Once you were in his arms, you always struggled to get out. He never wanted to let you go.
He drove home rather quickly. He opened the front door slowly. You turned around to see him. “Sungkyu, you are looking a bit sluggish. You okay?” “Jagi, my lovely Jagi. I’m so tired.” He revealed shuffling to the sofa.
He slumped down and hugged you tightly. “My poor Sungkyu, do you need anything?” “A little cuddle with you would do just fine.” He answered. You sighed and tried to escape but failed. “I need to go make Ramen. I’m hungry. Can you let me go for a second?”
“The answer is no. I’ve spent 12 hours in that building! I didn’t even get to leave for lunch. I had to order take out and they delivered it to the studio. I didn’t leave all day. I haven’t heard a word from you all day nor have I seen you all day. I’m not letting you go for a second.”
“Babe, let go!” You commanded trying to stand up. But he pulled you back down and groaned. His hold tightened as he laid his head on your chest, his favorite pillow. “You’re walking to the kitchen with me, I’m not about to go hungry because of you.”
“Eat later. Cuddle now.” He groaned, sticking out his bottom lip out. “How old are you?” You jokingly asked. “Babe, if you don’t let me go.” “What will you do? I’m too cute to hurt, Y/N.” “UGH!” You screamed before sighing loudly. He smiled at the sigh of your frustration. Your struggle made him realize he was winning. And you loved him too much to fight back.
“I missed you today. The guys were so tired of me talking about you today, they almost threw me out of one the windows.” He admitted.
You looked down at him, your cheeks as red as fresh blood. He often talked about you the guys. He loved to talk about you. His favorite thing was to describe you. He would make you seem like an unrealistic goddess when he was just overemphasizing how breath taking you actual were. He loved to describe you to people who’ve never seen you before. He always described you as if you were a holy figure.
“Tomorrow is going to be about me and you. Just me and you. No distractions. No work for the both of us. I want tomorrow to be about us.” “I wonder what’s got you so romantic all of a sudden.” You questioned.
“I had a dream. And in that dream, I lost you. My love, my heart, my better half, my queen, my future wife, the future mother of our seven children. And I lost you because I didn’t spend enough with you. But that’s going to change. I love you.”
You couldn’t help but smile at what he said. “I love you too. But, seven children? Why seven? I never agreed to any children.”
He lifted his head up and looked at your lips. “Blame those beautiful lips of yours for the cause of all of our future children.”
I really hope you enjoyed. Sorry for any mistake. Thanks for reading.
