#riize x reader

[strawberrysseok]

cheeky?

synopsis: you and sungchan have a cheeky ten month old jinsu who to you does no wrong and it drives sungchan insane (you guys have two kids jinsu who is ten months old and your daughter jisu is two)

pairing: dad!sungchan x reader

warnings: fluff, cheeky baby, drabble

a/n: me actually doing a riize story on my riize account 😱😱 i have like four stories done (&team, cortis, nexz, bnd)

having a hyper infant keeps you and sungchan on your feet at all times.

sungchan really tries to give you a break taking jinsu with him every time he goes to dance practice but the problem is that jinsu is a mamas boy so after an hour away from you he’ll start babbling “mama?” every few seconds and if he realizes you’re not around he’ll immediately fall out into a tantrum.

that’s what sungchan tells you but you don’t believe it as jinsu is really hyper but he’s not the tantrum type.

“how do you not believe meee?!” sungchan whines as jinsu just screamed the whole way home but immediately stopped when they made it home.

it’s like a switch and it makes sungchan go crazy since you never actually witness it.

you look down at jinsu who’s happily climbing you like a jungle gym and babbling“you want me to believe my tiny baby throws tantrums already?”

“yes?” sungchan groans as jinsu doesn’t even hide his favoritism.

there’s even been times where jinsu will bite sungchan with his four teeth but he’s never done it to you.

one day you’re laying with jisu as she talks about her toys and sungchan yelps from the kitchen.

he comes in the room with jinsu who’s softly smiling “he just bit my shoulder?!” sungchan whines.

“not my sweet baby boy” you say as jinsu reaches for you smiling softly and sungchan groans “you both drive me insane..”

on jinsu’s first birthday you make jinsu fruit puree for breakfast and you leave sungchan to feed him while you go to wake up jisu and when you come back there’s puree all over sungchans bare chest, on his face and in his hair and jinsu is just carelessly babbling and eating the puree off his hands.

“what happened?” you ask softly grabbing a napkin to clean sungchan up.

“he literally won’t stop blowing raspberries while i feed him” he sighs and you smile.

“i ranted to my mom about him and she told me he just acts like me as a kid” he scoffs crossing his arms.

“that’s so cute mini sungchan” you smile and he fights back a smile as he groans “whatever i guess”

when it’s time for the party or really just the mini get together you’re carrying jisu playfully while sungchan is holding jinsu and when jinsu sees you smothering jisu with kisses he looks at sungchan before scrunching his face up letting out a loud wail as he wants your attention too and you turn surprised as you see jinsu throwing a tantrum in sungchans arms.

“i told you!” is all sungchan says.. excited??

[ttoribini]

how dad riize + seunghan met their wives !

shotaro

neither of you wanted to be there. that was the only thing the two of you unknowingly had in common before you even met. your best friend had spent three weeks insisting that you were “one good date away from changing your mind,” while shotaro’s older sister had practically shoved him out the front door with a clean shirt and the reminder that he wasn’t getting any younger. both of you had complained the entire way there.

you arrived first, already planning your excuse to leave after thirty minutes. you ordered a water instead of anything else because if you were going to escape early at least you wouldn’t have to wait for the check. a few minutes later the front door of the restaurant opened and shotaro walked in looking around the restaurant with the same reluctant expression you were wearing. he quietly sighed to himself, already convinced this was going to be horrible. the hostess greeted him with a polite smile and asked, “are you here to meet someone?” after he quietly answered, “yeah,” she asked for the name on the reservation before looking toward your table and pointing him in your direction.

he made his way over with an awkward smile that looked more apologetic than excited. “hi,” he greeted quietly as he stopped beside the table. “hi,” you answered, watching him pull out the chair. “i’m shotaro.” you couldn’t help the tiny smile that tugged at your lips as you replied, “im yn.” once he sat down silence settled between you. it wasn’t uncomfortable. neither of you seemed to know where to begin.

you finally broke the silence. you leaned back in your chair as you asked, “did someone force you to come too?” his eyes immediately brightened with relief. “you too?” he asked, sounding almost hopeful. you nodded. “i said no four times.” he stared at you for a second before laughing. "four?” he asked with an amused grin. “what about you?” you asked. “my sister stopped asking and just told me what time to be here.” for the first time all evening you smiled. “that’s kind of evil,” you admitted, making him nod. “a little.”

the tension disappeared almost instantly. instead of pretending either of you actually wanted to be on a blind date you started comparing stories about the people who had set you up. apparently your best friend and his sister worked together. they had been planning this for over a month and everyone else involved thought the whole thing was perfect. shaking your head you muttered, “i can’t believe they did this.” shotaro smiled. “honestly” he admitted, “i was already trying to think of an excuse to leave before i got here.”

you laughed. “me too.” he leaned forward with genuine curiosity. “what was yours?” trying not to smile you answered, “i suddenly remembered i left the stove on." he laughed much harder than he intended to and before long you were laughing with him.

it was strange. barely thirty minutes earlier you couldn’t wait to leave. now you’d completely forgotten to check the time. when the waiter returned to your table and asked, “are we ready to order?” you looked over at shotaro. he looked back at you before asking with a small smile, “i guess we’re staying?” you pretended to think it over before replying, “i suppose i can survive another hour.” he smiled in obvious relief. “good. because i haven’t actually eaten all day.”

by the time dinner was over the restaurant had started emptying around you yet the conversation never really stopped. somehow you had covered everything from work and family to embarrassing childhood stories and favorite foods without either of you acknowledging that this was technically supposed to be a blind date. when the bill finally arrived both of you reached for it at the same time. your hands brushed together before you instinctively pulled away. “sorry,” you both said at exactly the same time making you laugh all over again. shotaro smiled before asking, “can i be honest?” you nodded. “go ahead.” he hesitated for only a second before admitting, “this was a lot better than i expected.”

you smiled softly. “same.” the obvious relief on his face made you laugh. “i thought you were going to hate me,” he confessed. “i thought you were going to be weird,” you admitted. he raised an eyebrow. “am i not?” you smiled. “not really.” his grin only grew wider. “give me time.”

once you stepped outside the restaurant neither of you actually headed toward your cars. somehow the conversation just kept going. five minutes turned into ten and ten somehow became twenty before either of you noticed. eventually you checked your phone and laughed. “my friend has texted me six times.” shotaro pulled out his own phone before shaking his head with a smile. “my sister has sent eight.” you looked up at him. “should we tell them the date wasn’t terrible?” he pretended to think it over for a moment before replying, “let’s make them wait.” you laughed. “you’re petty.” he shrugged with a guilty smile. “a little.”

you finally started walking toward your car before stopping halfway there. turning back toward him you caught his attention. “hey.” he looked up immediately. “yeah?” you smiled to yourself before saying, “this doesn’t have to count as the blind date.” he tilted his head in confusion. “what do you mean?” you looked at him for another second before answering, “if we go out again let’s call it the first date instead.” for a moment, shotaro simply stared at you almost as though he was making sure he’d heard you correctly. then the biggest smile spread across his face, “i’d like that.”

sungchan

moving into your new apartment is supposed to be exciting. you’ve spent weeks unpacking boxes, figuring out where everything goes, and imagining how peaceful it’ll be to finally have your own space. that illusion lasts exactly one night. at 1:27 a.m just as you’re about to fall asleep music starts blasting through the wall beside your bed. you stare at the ceiling convinced it’ll stop in a few minutes. it doesn’t. by the time it finally goes quiet it’s almost four in the morning.

the next day is miserable. you survive work almost entirely on coffee and convince yourself it was probably a one time thing. maybe someone had friends over and they were celebrating moving in. midnight rolls around again and right on schedule the music starts. this time it’s followed by what sounds like furniture scraping across the floor and something heavy hitting the wall. you bury your face in your pillow and groan. “what are you doing over there?” you mutter to yourself.

by the fourth night you’ve officially run out of patience. you write the nicest note you can manage, carefully avoiding anything passive aggressive.

hi!

i live next door. i was just wondering if you could keep the music down a little after midnight. the walls are pretty thin.

thanks so much!

you tape it to the neighboring door before leaving for work, fully expecting the problem to be solved. when you get home that evening the note is gone. for one hopeful second but you think maybe your neighbor actually listened. he first song starts playing at 12:30am. somehow it’s louder than before. you sit upright in bed, staring at the shared wall in complete disbelief. “you’ve got to be kidding me,” you whisper before throwing the blankets off and marching into the hallway. you knock hard enough that your hand stings. a few seconds later the door swings open and your irritation is interrupted by one very inconvenient realization.

your neighbor is hot. like annoyingly, unfairly, ridiculously hot.

he’s tall and dressed in a black hoodie with gray sweatpants. his messy hair somehow made him look better instead of worse. you immediately decide it doesn’t matter. you drill into your head he happens to be the inconsiderate asshole who’s been keeping you awake every night for the past week. he looks at you for a moment completely unbothered, “can i help you?” you fold your arms across your chest. “yeah. you can turn your music down.” he glances over his shoulder into his apartment before looking back at you. “it’s not that loud.” you let out a short humorless laugh. “that’s funny, because i can hear every lyric from my bedroom.” he shrugs without the slightest hint of guilt. “walls are thin.”

you stare at him waiting for him to realize how ridiculous that sounds. when he doesn’t you ask, “that’s your defense?” he gives another lazy shrug. “it’s an old building.” you blink at him. “i left you a note.” his eyebrows lift slightly in recognition. “that was you?” you nod once. “yes.” he nods back just as casually. “i read it.” you wait for the apology that never comes. after a few seconds of silence you tilt your head. “and?” he shrugs again. “i didn’t think it was that serious.” you actually laugh because the alternative would probably get you kicked out of the building. “i haven’t had a full night’s sleep in almost a week.” instead of looking apologetic he tilts his head curiously and asks, “what time do you wake up?” the question catches you so off guard that you answer without thinking. “six.” he lets out a low whistle. “that sucks.” you blink at him in disbelief. “that’s all you have to say?” he looks genuinely confused by the question. “what do you want me to say?” you stare at him for another second before replying “maybe sorry?” he actually considers it, lips pressing together thoughtfully, before giving a small shake of his head. “nah.”

you can’t believe this man is real. “you’re unbelievable,” you say out loud. he lets out an amused laugh before replying, “i’ve heard that. it’s the confidence that annoys you the most you decide. or maybe it’s the smirk. or maybe it’s the fact that he’s objectively attractive and knows it. you notice it obviously. you’re not blind but there is absolutely no chance you’re giving him the satisfaction of knowing that. he could’ve been the hottest man on the planet and it wouldn’t have mattered. as far as you’re concerned he’s still the inconsiderate jerk next door who’s stolen nearly a week’s worth of sleep from you.

you unlock your apartment door and glance back over your shoulder just long enough to tell him, “you’re the worst neighbor i’ve ever had.” he only smiles wider, completely unfazed, “goodnight.” five seconds later the music starts again. you slowly close your eyes, “i actually hate him.”

the weeks after your first argument are somehow even more irritating than the argument itself. the music never gets quite as loud as it used to which almost makes it worse because you know he heard you. instead he seems to keep it at exactly the volume where he can claim he’s being considerate while still making sure you know it’s on. every time you pass each other in the hallway one of you is always leaving just as the other is arriving. he’ll hold the elevator door open and you’ll take the stairs.

before long, the building starts recognizing you as “the neighbors who don’t like each other.” one afternoon mrs. kim from downstairs catches you checking your mailbox and smiles knowingly. “did you two make up yet?” she asks. you don’t even hesitate before answering, “there’s nothing to make up about.” unfortunately sungchan walks into the lobby just in time to hear you. he glances between you and mrs. kim before the corner of his mouth pulls into a smirk. “see?” he says casually. “we’re making progress.” you roll your eyes so hard you’re surprised they don’t get stuck. “don’t flatter yourself,” you shoot back before grabbing your mail and walking away. you can hear him chuckle behind you and it takes every ounce of self control not to turn around.

he’s irritating.

you’ve accepted that.

what you don’t expect is to come home one friday night with mascara running down your cheeks. the date had started fine. it had ended with your date checking his phone halfway through dinner and admitting he “wasn’t really looking for anything serious" and then asking if you’d be offended if he left early because his friends had invited him out. you’d smiled, told him it was fine, waited until he left, and then spent the entire ride home crying quietly in the back of your uber.

it’s nearly midnight by the time you get back to your apartment building. you wipe quickly at your face before pushing through the front entrance hoping no one notices. of course, your luck runs out immediately. sungchan is sitting on the front steps with a drink in one hand and an earbud in the other. the second he hears the door open, he looks up. “rough night?” he asks but the teasing tone you’re used to isn’t there. you freeze for half a second before looking away silently praying the poor lighting hides your face. it doesn’t. he quietly pulls his earbud out, studies you for another moment and asks much more softly, “someone made you cry?”

you sniff once, already annoyed that he noticed. “mind your business,” you mumble as you start toward the entrance. normally he would’ve answered with something sarcastic. instead he stands and takes a few steps toward you, stopping far enough away that you don’t feel cornered. “come here,” he says gently. you let out a watery laugh and shake your head. “absolutely not.” he doesn’t push. instead he slips his hands into the pockets of his hoodie and watches you for a second before asking, “did he dump you?” you look away, embarrassed by how obvious it apparently is. “something like that,” you admit quietly. sungchan lets out a disappointed sigh before muttering, “idiot.”

you glance back at him, confused. “you don’t even know him,” you point out. he shrugs. “don’t need to,” he replies. “any guy who makes a girl come home looking like that is an idiot.” for a moment you don’t know what to say. it’s easily the nicest thing he’s ever said to you which somehow makes it even more annoying. you look down at the ground and quietly insist, “i’m fine.” he doesn’t buy it for a second. “no you’re not,” he says and when you repeat, “i said i’m fine,” he simply studies you for another moment before shaking his head. “you’re a terrible liar.”

you roll your eyes at him and scoff. “there it is,” he says with a small smile. he looks oddly pleased with himself. you let out a long sigh and rub under your eyes trying to fix your mascara. “don’t make this weird,” you warn. “i’m trying not to.” the two of you stand there in comfortable silence for a few seconds before sungchan looks down at the sidewalk, kicks lightly at a loose pebble, and says almost absentmindedly, “you know i could treat you way better than that.” the words catch you so off guard that you stop moving.

“excuse me?”

he finally looks back up at you and his expression is completely serious. “i’m serious.” you stare at him searching his face for the punchline. he lets out an awkward laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. “look i’m not saying you should date me,” he says quickly only for you to raise an eyebrow and reply, “you literally just implied it.” “yeah,” he admits after a beat. “that came out a lot smoother in my head.” for the first time you laugh. it slips out before you can stop it. the sound makes him smile. you shake your head still smiling despite yourself. you open the door to the building and look back at sungchan, “you’re still the worst neighbor i’ve ever had.” his hands are still tucked into his hoodie pocket as he follows behind you. “yeah?” he asks.

“yeah."

seunghan

seunghan slipped into the lecture hall just before class started, quietly scanning the room until his eyes landed on the only empty seat left. the one beside you. he hesitated for a second. “… is this seat taken?” he asked softly. you looked around the nearly full classroom before shaking your head. “no.” “oh.” he nodded once. “okay.” he sat down carefully, setting his backpack at his feet. after that, he didn’t say another word. halfway through the lecture your professor asked everyone to compare notes with the person beside them because one of the slides had gone by too quickly.

you turned toward seunghan and he looked up at the exact same time. for a second neither of you spoke then he quietly slid his notebook toward you. his handwriting was neat except there were only about four lines of actual notes. you looked at him and he looked away first. “… i write kind of slow,” he admitted. you smiled a little before turning your notebook toward him instead. “you can copy mine.” he blinked, “… really?” you nodded.

the next few weeks settled into an unspoken routine. you always sat in the same seat and he always ended up beside you. sometimes he got there first and put his bag on your seat for yoy. sometimes you did. neither of you ever mentioned it. you noticed he wrote down almost everything the professor said but somehow still looked confused every lecture. he noticed you answered questions without ever raising your hand first. whenever the professor asked something and the room stayed quiet, you would sigh softly before answering anyway and he always looked relieved when you did.

it wasn’t until the first exam grades were handed back that everything finally made sense. you glanced sideways when seunghan let out the quietest, most defeated, “… oh,” before immediately flipping the paper over as though hiding the grade would somehow erase it. you had already seen the bright red forty eight percent. he noticed your expression change and looked like he wanted the floor to open beneath him. “please don’t,” he muttered, refusing to meet your eyes as he gripped the edge of the paper a little tighter. “don’t what?” you asked, keeping your voice gentle instead of teasing. he let out a quiet sigh. “look at me.” his embarrassment was written all over his face. you bit back a smile. “i wasn’t judging you,” you said honestly hoping he’d believe you.

“you should,” he mumbled still staring at his desk instead of you. class ended a few minutes later. you packed your bag while he remained sitting there, staring at the exam as though the grade might change if he waited long enough. you were halfway out of your seat when he finally spoke. “… can i ask you something?” he asked. his voice was so hesitant that you stopped immediately and turned back toward him. “yeah?” you answered, waiting patiently. he rubbed the back of his neck, looking painfully uncomfortable. “… this is embarrassing,” he admitted, letting out an awkward laugh that held absolutely no confidence. “okay,” you said patiently, folding your arms as you waited for him to continue instead of rushing him. he glanced down at the exam in front of him. “… i’m kind of failing now,” he admitted. “kind of?” you repeated, raising an eyebrow. “… very.” his correction came with a defeated sigh that made it impossible not to smile. he noticed immediately. “i knew you were gonna laugh,” he complained though there wasn’t any real annoyance behind it. “i’m not laughing at you,” you replied trying to sound more convincing than you felt. “close enough,” he muttered.

another awkward silence settled between you before he took a deep breath. “would you …” he started, only to stop and shake his head. “… could you tutor me?” his eyes stayed fixed firmly on the floor. before you could answer he rushed to add, “you don’t have to. actually forget i asked. that’s probably weird.” the words tumbled out so quickly it was obvious he was already regretting asking. “seunghan,” you said making him finally look up. “i’ll tutor you.” the answer came so easily that he blinked in surprise “…really?” he asked, searching your face as if he expected you to change your mind. “really,” you confirmed with a small nod. he studied you for another second before asking, “you don’t think i’m hopeless?”

“i think you need help,” you admitted honestly. for the first time since you’d met him, he laughed under his breath instead of apologizing. “that’s probably true,” he agreed, rubbing the back of his neck once more. “library tomorrow?” you asked as you adjusted your backpack onto your shoulder, already knowing what his answer would be. he nodded almost immediatly. “good." you smiled at him, turning around to leave.

the first tutoring session lasted almost three hours. it was not because seunghan wasn’t trying. if anything he was trying too hard. he frowned at every page of the textbook like it had personally offended him and reread the same paragraph four different times. “wait,” he said quietly, tapping the page with his pencil. “if this happened before this … then why are they talking about it here?” his eyebrows pinched together as he looked from the textbook to your notes completely puzzled by what he was reading. you leaned over to see what he was pointing at. “because they’re comparing the two events,” you explained as you drew a quick timeline in the margin of his notebook. “look. if you put them in order first it makes a lot more sense.” you turned the notebook toward him so he could follow the arrows you had just drawn.

he watched you write before looking back at the chapter. “oh,” he murmured as the realization finally beginning to settle in. “does that make sense now?” you asked. you glanced over at him to make sure you hadn’t lost him again. he nodded once. “yeah. i think i was making it more complicated than it actually is.” his shoulders relaxed a little as he looked back down at the page. “you’ve done that with almost every chapter,” you teased. he looked mildly embarrassed. “i have?” he asked. “a little. but im joking,” you admitted with a grin. the answer earned a quiet laugh from him as he rubbed the back of his neck.

by the time the library announced it would be closing soon his notebook looked completely different. it was filled with timelines, arrows, little explanations you’d squeezed into the margins, and enough sticky notes to double its thickness. he closed it carefully before looking over at you. “i actually understood that,” he admitted sounding more surprised than proud of himself. “see?” you smiled. “you’re not bad at history.” you leaned back in your chair happy to finally see some confidence on his face. “i got a forty,” he reminded you. “because you panic,” you answered. “also true,” he admitted with a small sigh.

you packed your things while he slowly organized his backpack. just as you slung your bag over your shoulder he spoke again. “can i ask you something?” his voice was hesitant enough that you stopped before taking another step. you turned back toward him. “sure." his fingers fidgeting with the zipper of his backpack. “how much do i owe you?”

you blinked in confusion. “for today,” he clarified. “or all of it i guess. however you charge.” the explanation came out in one nervous rush like he was trying to get it over with before he lost his courage. you couldn’t help smiling. “charge?” you repeated. he nodded immediately. “you spent three hours helping me.”

“i know,” you replied.

“so" he looked down at the table for a second before continuing. “it doesn’t feel right if i don’t pay you.” you pretended to think about it for a moment, tapping your finger against your chin. “okay,” you said eventually, watching him immediately reach for his wallet.

“one date.”

his hand stopped halfway to his pocket. “what?" “one date,” you repeated. “that’s how you can pay me.” he stared at you. “… a date?” the question sounded more like he was asking for confirmation that he’d heard you correctly. “yeah,” you answered trying not to laugh at the expression on his face. he looked around the library like someone else might explain what was happening. “with …” he slowly pointed at himself. “… me?” the disbelief in his voice made your smile even wider. you laughed softly. “yes, seunghan. with you.” his mouth opened and then closed. “are you serious?” he asked. "why wouldn't i be?" you tilted your head. "i thought you were just being nice to me.” he looked down at the table again. “i was,” you answered honestly. “no,” he corrected quietly. “i mean … i didn’t think his His sentence faded away before he could finish it. you decided to help him out, “liked you?” “yeah,” he admitted after a long pause.

you smiled at him. “i do.” he looked down at the table for a few seconds, smiling to himself before finally looking back up again. “i think that’s cheaper than tutoring,” he joked quietly. “depends where you take me,” you answered with a grin. “i can probably afford coffee,” he offered. “coffee sounds perfect,” you watched him nod almost immediately. “okay,” his tone was a little more confident. “it’s a date.”

wonbin

wonbin’s first memory of you was you shoving him hard enough that he landed on the wood chips underneath the playground slide back in kindergarten. he hadn’t even done anything. he’d just been waiting his turn. you looked down at him for a second before climbing up the slide like nothing had happened. when the teacher asked what happened, you shrugged innocently, “he fell.” wonbin looked at you in complete disbelief.

he knew you pushed him and you knew you pushed him.

somehow you still got away with it. that became a pattern throughout the school year. you weren't mean to anyone else. it was just to him. if he was quietly coloring, you’d lean over and scribble on the edge of his paper before running away laughing. if he built something during free play, you’d “accidentally” knock it over. if he lined up first after recess you’d squeeze in front of him.

every time your teacher caught you she’d let out the same tired sigh before looking between the two of you. “again?” she would ask. “it was an accident,” you’d insist every single time. your teacher would cross her arms, “you’ve had a lot of accidents around wonbin,” she’d point out patiently. you’d glance over at him for a second before looking back at your teacher with an awkward little shrug. “… yeah.”

after a while wonbin stopped trying to defend himself. instead he’d quietly pick his crayons back up off the floor, rebuild whatever you’d knocked over, or step back into line after you’d squeezed in front of him. “why are you like this?” he’d mumble, sounding confused rather than angry. you never had an answer for him because you genuinely didn’t know. all you knew was that if wonbin was somewhere, you somehow ended up there too.

it got bad enough that one afternoon wonbin’s mom finally walked into the classroom after school to talk to the teacher. she’d watched her son come home one too many times complaining about the same little girl and she couldn’t understand why you seemed to have made him your personal target. your mom happened to be picking you up at the same time and before long both of them were standing outside the classroom while the teacher explained, with the exhausted expression of someone who’d repeated herself a hundred times already, that you only ever seemed to bother one child. “she’s actually very sweet with everyone else,” the teacher admitted. “it’s just … wonbin.”

wonbin’s mom looked over at you where you were hiding halfway behind your own mother’s leg before looking back at your mom with an apologetic smile. “i promise i’m not upset,” she said gently. “i’m just trying to figure out what my son did.” your mom sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. “trust me,” your mom replied, “i’ve been asking her the same question for months.” she crouched down in front of you and asked, “why are you being so mean?” you stared at your shoes for so long that all four adults thought you weren’t going to answer. finally you shrugged. “i don’t know.” and somehow that was the truth. you weren’t trying to be mean. you just couldn’t seem to leave him alone.

the conversation didn’t magically fix everything. you still bothered him all through the rest of kindergarten, although the shoving slowly turned into smaller things. you’d hide his eraser in your desk and then dramatically “find” it when he couldn’t. sometimes you’d sit in his chair before he got back from sharpening his pencil just because you thought the annoyed little sigh he’d let out was funny. every single time he’d look at you with the exact same expression and ask, “seriously?” and every single time you’d grin back like you hadn’t done anything wrong.

by first grade, though, the teasing had started to lose its edge. you still bothered him but now you also talked to him. if you stole his pencil, you’d hand it back after making him chase you around the classroom once. if you cut in front of him in line, you’d save him the spot next to you. somewhere along the way the teachers stopped separating the two of you because somehow you always found your way back to each other anyway.

that spring your class read a picture book about something you forgot about and your teacher decided the best way to celebrate finishing it was with a pretend wedding. construction paper flowers covered the classroom, paper rings were passed around, and everyone’s names were pulled out of a bucket to decide the pairs. when your teacher unfolded the slip of paper with both your names on it wonbin buried his face in his hands while you looked around in complete horror. “not him,” you complained immediately. “not her,” wonbin answered just as quickly.

the ceremony lasted less than five minutes. your teacher handed both of you little paper rings, “do you promise to be nice to each other?” wonbin answered first with a quiet, “i’ll try.” you crossed your arms stubbornly before mumbling, “… fine.” you looked over at wonbin expecting him to look as embarrassed as you felt only to find him trying very hard not to laugh. against your own will you laughed too.

after that day things slowly became different. by middle school you couldn’t even remember the last time you’d shoved him. instead you found yourselves sitting together during lunch because it was easier than finding new seats. you’d walk home in the same direction after school, complaining about homework or teachers or whatever game everyone was obsessed with that month. one afternoon wonbin stopped in the middle of the sidewalk and looked at you suspiciously. “you haven’t stolen anything from me in like … two years.” you blinked at him. “do you want me to?” he laughed immediately. “no.”

freshman year of high school arrived before either of you really noticed. one afternoon after classes ended the two of you ended up sitting on the football field while everyone else headed home. you were talking about elementary school when wonbin suddenly shook his head with a quiet laugh. “you know,” he admitted, “i really thought you hated me back then.” you looked over at him in complete disbelief. “what?” he smiled. “you bullied me for, like, two years.” you covered your face with your hands. “i know.” for a long moment neither of you said anything. then you looked over at him again. “can i ask you something?”

wonbin turned toward you without a second thought. “sure,” he answered, completely unaware of where the conversation was about to go. you took a small breath before finally saying it. “will you go out with me?” for a second wonbin thought he’d heard you wrong. “are you serious?” he asked quietly. he searched your face to see if you were joking. you nodded once but all of the confidence you’d had thirty seconds earlier had completely disappeared. “yeah,” you admitted, suddenly finding the football field much more interesting than looking at him.

wonbin didn’t answer right away. slowly the corners of his mouth lifted into the softest smile “i’ve been waiting for you to ask,” he confessed. you immediately looked back at him with a frown. “you couldn’t have asked me?” you complained. wonbin laughed, shaking his head as he leaned back on his hands. “i figured i’d already survived kindergarten,” he teased, looking over at you with a grin. “i didn’t want to push my luck.”

sohee

sohee met you before either of you could properly spell your own names. your moms had been friends so it was almost impossible to find you without sohee. if someone asked where you were, the answer was usually, “with sohee.” if someone asked where sohee was, the answer was usually, “with yn.”

the only problem was that somewhere around middle school sohee stopped looking at you like just his best friend. by freshman year of high school, he was hopelessly enamored with you. everyone else figured it out long before you did “just ask her out,” sungchan would tell him.

“she doesn’t like me like that," sohee played with his grey mystery food from the cafeteria. “how do you know?” seunghan pressed. sohee would just shrug. you treated him exactly the same as you always had. you held onto his arm when you were cold and asked for his hoodie. you called him whenever something good happened. you made him carry your backpack when your shoulders hurt. you told him every crush you had, every almost relationship, and every guy who’d asked for your number. every single time sohee smiled, nodded, gave whatever advice you asked for. then he went home wondering why he kept doing this to himself. “you’re literally in love with her,” anton sighed in your junior year. “i know," sohee buried his head in his hands. he raised his eyebrows, “and you’re still listening to her talk about other guys?” sohee looked down before quietly answering, “she’s my best friend first.”

if being her best friend was all he’d ever get to be he’d take it. he’d rather have that than lose you entirely.

senior year started but something about that year felt different almost immediately. you started choosing the seat next to him instead of across the room. you lingered after basketball practice to wait while he finished helping clean up. you texted him about nothing more often. he noticed every little change and refused to let himself hope. it wasn’t until october that everything shifted.

you’d gone to a school football game together, squeezed onto the cold aluminum bleachers with the rest of your friends. everyone else eventually wandered off for snacks, leaving the two of you alone. it was colder than expected. without thinking you reached over and slipped your hand into the pocket of his hoodie to warm it. you’d done things like that before yet sohee couldn't help but stare. after a minute you looked over, “why are you looking at me like that?”

he blinked, “…like what?”

“like your brain stopped working." you laughed quietly while sohee stared at you still, shaking your head before looking back toward the field “you’re cute.” his heart stopped. from that night on you started noticing things you’d somehow ignored for years. you noticed the way he always walked on the outside of the sidewalk and the way he remembered every tiny thing you mentioned, even months later. one afternoon, a few weeks later, you were sitting on the hood of his car after school. you looked over at him, “can i ask you something?" you hesitated for a moment before looking over at him. “how long have you liked me?” sohee went completely still. "who told you?” “nobody.” you shrugged, picking at the skin by your nails. “i just finally noticed.” he looked down at his hands, embarrassed enough that the tips of his ears turned pink. “a while.”

“how long is ‘a while’?” you asked. he let out a nervous laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. “do you really want to know?” when you nodded he took a slow breath before quietly admitting, “since i was thirteen." your eyes widened. “thirteen?” he nodded, "i just thought the crush would go away."

“and?”

he finally looked over at you with the same soft expression he’d been wearing for years. “it didn’t. the two of you sat in silence for a long moment. then you smiled. “you know” you nudged his shoulder gently with yours. “i think i’m finally catching up.” he frowned in confusion. “what?”you looked away. suddenly the parking lot much more interesting than his face. “i said i think i’m finally catching up.” he looked at you confused, “to what?” you groaned, already feeling your confidence slipping away. “sohee.” he frowned in confusion. “what?” you rolled your eyes, “to you and your feelings. ” it took a full five seconds for the words to register. finally his eyes went impossibly wide, "wait.” you laughed nervously. “yeah.” he blinked at you again still trying to process what he’d just heard. “wait.” you covered your face “you’re really making me regret saying this.” "no. no, don’t.” he was smiling so hard it made you smile too. “i just” he shook his head in complete disbelief before laughing quietly to himself. “i’ve wanted to hear that for years.” you reached over and intertwined your fingers with his. “good thing we still have senior year left.” sohee looked down at your hand resting in his before giving it the gentlest squeeze. he’d spent four years convincing himself that being your best friend was enough. he never imagined he’d get to be anything more yet here you were.

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anton hadn’t even wanted to go to the party. if it had been up to him he would’ve spent the night at his apartment watching a movie or catching up on assignments. but wonbin had shown up at his door with the sole purpose of dragging him out of the house. after nearly twenty minutes of complaining that college parties weren’t his thing anton eventually gave in mostly because he knew wonbin wasn’t going to leave until he did.

you, on the other hand, had been looking forward to the party all week. by the time anton and wonbin walked through the front door you’d already been there for hours. the music was deafening, the house was packed shoulder to shoulder with people, and somewhere between your first drink and whatever you were up to now someone had convinced you that dancing on top of the living room coffee table was a fantastic idea.

from where anton was standing he noticed you almost immediately. it was practically impossible not to. you were loud enough for half the house, laughing so hard you nearly doubled over as your friends cheered you on from below. he barely had enough time to wonder before you took one step backward and your foot slipped on the edge of the table. suddenly you were falling directly toward him.

he instinctively reached out to catch you but instead the two of you crashed into each other and ended up sprawled across the sticky hardwood floor. for a second neither of you moved. you looked up at the poor stranger you’d just fell on and blinked at him through your alcohol induced haze. you burst into laughter. anton’s face was bright red before he’d even managed to sit up. any normal person probably would’ve apologized, introduced themselves, and never spoken to each other again.

instead you stood up and ran after your friend who was making her way to the kitchen for another drink. you both kept running into each other for the rest of the night. first in the kitchen while you were trying to find your friend, then out on the back patio where it was finally quiet enough to hear each other speak, and later wandering through the crowded hallway. by then the party around you had faded into background noise. the conversation with anton came surprisingly easy. before either of you really realized what was happening, you had both slipped away from the crowd in search of somewhere a little quieter.

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Pretend like you hate me

Prologue — One last Summer (4k)

The last week of summer always felt different. Not because the weather changed. Not because the days suddenly became shorter.

But because Seoul National University slowly came back to life.

Students rolled their suitcases across campus, parents carried cardboard boxes into dorm buildings, and every café surrounding the university was filled with familiar faces returning after months apart.

It was loud.

Busy.

Comforting.

Y/N had always loved this time of year. Not because she missed lectures. Definitely not because she missed assignments. And certainly not because she missed group projects.

She simply missed the feeling that life was starting again. The café just outside SNU’s main gate hadn’t changed at all.

The little bell above the entrance chimed softly as she stepped inside, followed by the familiar aroma of coffee beans, warm bread, and vanilla.

Home.

Well…

As close to home as a café could feel.

Her eyes wandered through the room until they landed on the corner table beside the window.

As expected.

Karina was already there.

Of course she was.

Across from her sat Wonbin, quietly reading a novel while absentmindedly stirring the melting ice in his americano.

Y/N smiled to herself.

Some things never changed.

“You’re early.” Karina looked up from her laptop as Y/N approached.

“So are you.”

“I always am.”

“I know.”

Y/N slipped her bag from her shoulder before dropping into the chair beside Wonbin.

He looked up from his book for exactly one second.

“Morning.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow.

“It’s eleven.”

Wonbin didn’t even blink.

“Still morning.”

Karina let out a quiet laugh.

“I’ve learned not to argue with him anymore.”

“You used to?”

“For about three weeks.”

“And then?”

“I realized he always thinks he’s right.”

Wonbin calmly turned another page.

“I usually am.”

“There it is,” Karina sighed.

“The confidence.”

“The truth.” he said.

Y/N laughed, shaking her head.

“I’ve missed you guys.”

Karina smiled. “We know.”

Wonbin looked over the top of his book.

“You came back two days early.”

“…I was bored.”

“You missed us.”

“I missed coffee.”

“Liar.” Y/N pointed a finger at Karina.

“I will neither confirm nor deny that statement.”

Karina closed her laptop. “I ordered your usual.”

Y/N looked at the iced latte waiting in front of her.

“You ordered before I got here?”

“You’ve had the same order since first year.”

“…Fair.” she sighed “I appreciate you.”

“You say that every time.”

“I mean it every time.”

Before Y/N could take her first sip—

Someone dramatically slid into the chair beside her.

“I heard my favorite people were talking about me.”

Without looking up, Y/N replied, “No one was talking about you.”

“I know.” Giselle smiled proudly. “I just wanted a dramatic entrance.”

Wonbin slowly lowered his book. “It wasn’t very dramatic.”

Giselle gasped. “…Excuse me?”

“It lacked commitment.” he said.

Karina hid a smile behind her coffee cup.

Y/N bit the inside of her cheek, trying not to laugh.

“You guys are unbelievable.”

“No,” Wonbin corrected calmly. “You’re dramatic.”

“I’ve been attacked twice in under thirty seconds.”

“You’ll survive.”

“I don’t know…” Giselle dramatically placed a hand over her heart.

“I’m feeling incredibly unsupported.”

Y/N leaned back in her chair. “That’s because you’re looking for support in the wrong place.”

“You’re all terrible friends.”

Karina tilted her head. “We’ve known you since high school.”

“Exactly.”

“So we know you’re dramatic.”

“…I hate that you use our history against me.”

Y/N reached for her coffee. Before she could take a sip, Giselle casually reached for it too.

Without even looking, Y/N slapped her hand away.

“Absolutely not.”

“Ow!”

Karina didn’t even look up from her laptop. “You never learn.”

“I was just testing my luck.”

“You’ve been testing it for years.”

“And one day it’ll work.”

“It won’t.”

Just then, another voice interrupted.

“…It won’t.”

Everyone turned as Winter approached the table, sketchbook tucked beneath one arm and an iced americano already in her hand.

She set her coffee down before taking the empty seat beside Karina.

“Morning.”

Giselle rubbed the back of her hand dramatically.

“I don’t understand why you keep doing that.”

“Just because I can,” Y/N replied.

Winter glanced between the two of them.

“…I would’ve done the same.”

Giselle gasped. “You’re all against me.”

“Correct,” Karina said.

For the first time that morning…

Even Wonbin smiled.

“You laughed!” Giselle immediately pointed at him.

“I saw it!”

“I know.”

“I witnessed a historical event.”

“I regret it already.” The table dissolved into laughter. For a moment, it felt like summer had never happened. Like they’d never spent months apart. Like this little corner of the café had simply been waiting for them to come back.

Then Y/N looked around the table.

One.

Two.

Three.

Four.

Five.

…

Two empty chairs remained.

Y/N frowned. “Ning?”

Karina unlocked her phone and glanced at the latest messages. “She texted twenty minutes ago.”

Y/N already knew exactly what it would say.

“Let me guess…” Karina turned the screen around.

5 mins!! 🏃‍♀️💨 That’s what NingNing texted twenty minutes ago.

Y/N snorted. “Classic.”

“I still don’t understand how five minutes means half an hour to her,” Giselle sighed.

Wonbin quietly closed his book. “She’s buying food.”

“I’m betting pastries,” Giselle said immediately.

Winter took another sip of her americano.

“Three bags.”

Everyone looked at her. “…Three?”

Winter simply shrugged. “I have a feeling.”

Karina smiled. “I believe her.”

“You always believe her,” Y/N replied.

“Because she’s usually right.”

“That’s true,” Giselle admitted.

Y/N looked toward the final empty chair.

“And where’s Sungchan?”

Karina checked another notification.

“He texted too.”

“What did he say?”

‘‘That he‘s on his way.‘‘

Silence.

Then Y/N sighed dramatically. “So… He hasn’t left yet.”

Karina couldn’t even argue. “…Probably.”

“I’ll give him another thirty minutes,” Giselle said.

“Twenty-five,” Karina guessed.

Wonbin looked out the café window. “Forty.”

Y/N laughed. “Forty?”

“He likes breaking his own records.”

“I swear,” Y/N muttered, “if he somehow arrives after NingNing…”

She leaned back in her chair. “I’m revoking his best friend privileges.”

“You’ve said that every semester,” Karina reminded her.

“And every semester I forgive him.”

“Exactly.”

“Unfortunately.”

The conversation drifted to classes instead.

Karina had already color-coded her timetable.

Winter somehow knew the names of three professors she’d never even met.

Giselle complained about having an 8 a.m. lecture.

“I don’t understand why universities believe people can learn before noon.”

“You won’t be awake before noon anyway,” Y/N replied.

“That’s beside the point.”

“It is literally the point.”

“I’m choosing to ignore your negativity.”

“You call facts negativity a lot.”

“It’s called self-care.”

“It’s called denial.”

Before Giselle could come up with another dramatic response—

The café door burst open.

“I MADE IT!”

Half the café turned to stare.

The other half didn’t even bother anymore.

NingNing stood in the doorway, slightly out of breath, balancing three paper bags on one arm and two iced drinks in the other.

Y/N slowly looked at the clock. “…Twenty-six minutes.”

“I know.” NingNing said.

“You texted us twenty-one minutes ago.”

“I know.”

“You said you were five minutes away.”

“I was.”

“For twenty-one minutes?”

“There was a bakery.”

Silence.

Karina pinched the bridge of her nose. “…Of course there was.”

NingNing beamed as she reached the table.

“I brought pastries!”

Giselle immediately leaned forward. “For us?”

“No.‘‘

Everybody went silent again.

“They’re all mine.” she said.

Y/N blinked. “You bought three bags…”

“Yes.”

“…For yourself.”

“Yes.”

Wonbin looked at the mountain of pastries before taking a slow sip of his americano.

“I respect the commitment.”

NingNing smiled proudly. “Thank you.”

Winter quietly pointed at the bags. “I told you.”

Everyone turned to her. “You actually guessed three bags.”

“I know.”

Giselle folded her arms dramatically. “I got excited for nothing.”

“I never said they were for you.”

“You implied it.”

“I really didn’t.”

Laughter filled the table once again.

Y/N watched NingNing happily unwrap a croissant before smiling to herself.

“Congratulations.”

NingNing looked up.

“For what?”

“You’re officially not the latest.”

“…Wait.”

Her eyes wandered around the table.

One chair was still empty.

“…Sungchan?”

Karina simply nodded. “Sungchan.”

NingNing laughed. “Oh, thank God.”

“You’re celebrating?”

“I finally lost the title.”

“You were proud of it?”

“No…Maybe a little.”

Another round of laughter echoed through the café.

Outside, students continued walking past the windows.

Inside…

Everything felt exactly the way it always had.

Comfortable.

Familiar.

Like home.

They just needed one more person to complete the picture.

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“If he reaches an hour, I’m leaving.”

As if the universe had heard her…

The bell above the café door rang once more.

A familiar voice echoed through the room.

“Sorry I’m late.” Sungchan said.

Every single person looked up.

Sungchan stood in the doorway, slightly out of breath, one hand still holding his phone.

No one answered.

Instead…

Giselle checked the time. Then looked at everyone else.

“Thirty-four minutes.”

Sungchan smiled sheepishly. “…Could’ve been worse.”

“It usually is,” Y/N replied.

He laughed as he pulled out the last empty chair.

“Fair enough.”

Sungchan laughed softly before glancing at his phone again. He laughed softly to himself before locking it without replying. None of them noticed the unread message still sitting at the top of Sungchan’s phone. The afternoon passed faster than any of them expected.

Half-empty coffee cups were replaced with glasses of lemonade. The pastries NingNing had refused to share somehow ended up disappearing anyway.

No one admitted to taking them.

“…It was Giselle,” Winter said.

“It was not!”

“It was.”

“It literally wasn’t.”

Wonbin looked up from his phone. “You have powdered sugar on your sleeve.”

Giselle froze. “…That’s circumstantial evidence.”

“It really isn’t,” Karina laughed.

Hours later, the café had started to empty.

The sun hung lower in the sky, casting warm golden light through the large windows.

Y/N leaned back in her chair, stretching her arms above her head. “I almost forgot classes start next week.”

“Don’t remind me,” NingNing groaned.

“I’ve successfully ignored every email the university has sent.”

“…That’s concerning,” Karina replied.

“It’s called protecting my peace.”

“It’s called being irresponsible.”

“Tomato, tomahto.”

Sungchan chuckled before glancing at his phone again. A small shift in his expression. A soft laugh slipped out before he locked it without replying.

Y/N noticed. “You’ve been on your phone a lot today.”

“Hm?”

“You smiled.”

“So?”

“You only smile like that when you’re hiding something.”

Giselle immediately leaned forward. “Oh?”

Karina sighed. “Here we go…”

“Who is it?”

“No one.”

“Liar.”

“I swear.”

“So you’re hiding something.”

“I’m not.”

“You literally are.”

Sungchan laughed, shaking his head.

“You guys watch too many dramas.”

“Answer the question.”

“I’m not dating anyone.”

“No one asked if you were dating.”

“…”

“…”

“Interesting.”

“I hate all of you.”

“We know.”

Another wave of laughter spread across the table.

Eventually, everyone began packing up.

Laptops disappeared into backpacks.

Empty cups were pushed aside.

Jackets were thrown over shoulders.

Just as Y/N reached for her bag, Sungchan spoke.

“Oh.”

Everyone looked at him.

“There’s the welcome party on Friday.”

Karina nodded. “I almost forgot.”

“We’re still going, right?” NingNing asked.

“Obviously,” Giselle answered. “It’s basically tradition.”

Sungchan adjusted the strap of his backpack.

“I was actually going to bring someone.”

The table fell quiet for a second.

“A friend?” Karina asked. He nodded. “Yeah.”

“From Business?”

“No.”

“Someone we know?”

“No.”

“Then who?”

Sungchan smiled. “He’s a freshman.”

NingNing grinned. “Aw, you’re adopting freshmen now?”

“I’m not adopting anyone.” he said.

Winter crossed her arms. “Should we be worried?”

“…Probably not.”

“That’s not reassuring.”

Y/N simply shrugged. “As long as he doesn’t get on my nerves.”

Sungchan looked at her for a moment.

Then…A slow grin spread across his face.

“…We’ll see.”

“What?” Y/N said.

“Nothing.”

“You’re smiling.”

“I know.”

“I don’t like that smile.”

“You’ll survive.”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “Whatever.”

None of them noticed Sungchan pulling out his phone as they walked out of the café.

One quick text.

Sungchan laughed quietly to himself before putting his phone back into his pocket.

Somehow…

He had a feeling Friday was going to be interesting.

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let me take you. jung sungchan. (+18) - one shot -

- non-idol sungchan x afab / female reader

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warnings/tags: grown & tease sungchan, explicit sex descriptions & mainly smut, switch!sungchan, switch!reader, teenage crush, couple's first time, needy! reader, dirty talk, pet names (baby), non-established relationship (yet), penetration sex, soulmates, licker!sc, slight dry humping, aftercare, body worshipping (sungchan&reader), fingering, protected sex, multiple orgasms, crying, slightly public sex.

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it was just another cocktail party that you were so completely done with. if you were to count how many you had been to the past few months, you couldn't do it,  you didn't even have enough fingers for it.

they said this one was a special one, your mum suggested you might even get a rich guy to leach off of for the rest of your life, but you weren't interested in that...this party was just as boring as any other rich people's gathering. it made you and your brother, eunseok, sick to be forced to go on these. it actually pained him more having to see you got to the triple of what your parents demanded of him.

you appreciated his sentiment and for being such a supportive and protective guy when he could be there for you, but you couldn’t nor would blame him for being in the training period to take over the family company at 25. it wasn't his fault and the guy actually loves our business in winery and our company...he just agrees with me that he is not really ready to marry.

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"hey loser" he called you while coming from behind and you felt a big hand pat your head shortly after.

"jerk! don't do that...you're gonna ruin my hair and mum is gonna woop my ass." you finally turned around and noticed that maybe it wasn't eunseok that was peting you, messing up your hairstyle. "oh!" you were visibly embarrassed.

"i'm really sorry...i didn’t mean to call you jerk, w-" he cut you off, standing casually against one of the light poles outside of the venue of the party. 

"relax, beautiful..." you squinted your eyes a little and there was a light in your brain that sparkled telling you that was sungchan, your brother's high school best friend. the scholarship kid, the smart, closed off, handsome and bullied guy you always had a crush on, but kept it a secret. because he was not only poor, but also too close to the family and your mum would have ruined your connection with him if she knew...yours and your brother's, it would have ruined the friendship. "i know you wouldn't call me that in public just because."

"jung sungchan??"

he was definitely bolder, as confident as you'd ever seen him. so handsome, still had those doe eyes, but they didn't look as innocent. his complexion was now more balanced...defined jaw line and smooth skin to pair with his attractive set of lips that had always distracted you - even when you were younger and holding back.

“yeah, song y/n, it’s me.” he stopped leaning on the pole and got closer to you. his eyes wandered behind you to where your brother had disappeared to, the entrance of the cocktail party. sungchan was in love with you since you were teens and didn’t act upon it out of shyness, respect to his friend that always treated him like a brother and shame…he also didn’t want to be a guy you could not depend on, he wanted to be better for you. he wanted to fit in just enough for your family to let him in and…to let him take you.

he had become almost all of that, he was on his way to the top based on his own hard word and study and was finally allowed by your family to attend this soirées and be a suitable candidate for their daughter. he was sick of this, sick of listening to eunseok’s endless rants about how much he wants to take over the family company, so you wouldn’t have to worry anymore about your parents silent threats; but the truth was that you would still do it, even if they didn’t have the monetary power over you, they had you in their hands because they had left you with no other option. it was how they raised you and, in exchange, you got to study what you loved and have your art, your corner in the immense mansion that one day would slip through your fingers, when this prince charming trapped you before you could run.

“i came back for you…” he said while extending an arm over your head against the pole behind you. his cologne swarming up your nose…thick, manly, hot and musky. the manliest he had ever smelled. you had always loved how fresh his smell was, but you didn’t hate the way this strong essence took over your body, warming it up. the closeness of his body, almost pressed up to yours, helped and his tone; the way his words swam out of his mouth, slow, deliberate, whispering but still gentle among all of his newfound sexiness.

“hmmm…for me?” you wanted to play with him. he had his game on and you were actually amused by his sudden confidence and outright interest in you.

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you batted your eyelashes and pulled him by the collar of his dress shirt. it had a pretty traditional short collar with hand sawn details; he had always been classy and tasteful. with the most innocent look on your face, you stared into his eyes. you could swear you saw a nervous flicker in his confident gaze.

“yes…” he used his free hand that was ghosting your waist to stroke your cheek. the back of his fingers grazing your hot skin, that was safely concealed behind your full face of makeup. he swiftly dropped his hand back to your waist, now grabbing it, secure, and replaced his fingers with his beautiful set of lips, turning a graze into a shaky kiss, his trembling lips and shallow breathe giving him away. you leaned into him. your left hand dug on his hip and the right one was still pulling him on the collar.

a single move from you was all it took to connect your lips at that moment.

“what took you so long?” you delivered, a little more seductively than intended, in a small voice that only him could hear. him, that was the closest he could be to your face. your lips touching his earlobe.

you made the move, rotating your head, you took his lips into yours, pressing tentatively at first and never releasing him from your pull. when you felt his head shift you leaned into his movements and your kiss naturally grew more intimate, less shy, like an awakening of all your hidden desires from years back.

“i was-“ he broke the kiss and gasped for air. “-getting ready for you.” he pulled on your lower lip with his teeth and the hand that rested on the wall, went behind your back, pressing you fully into his own body.

those words, the way his body was reacting, his scent, intoxicated you. you were losing control…you think you never had it for him. you didn’t prepare to see him today, to resist him like you did all those years during secondary school. you moaned into his kiss and the soft grind of his hips against you.

“want to go somewhere…quiet?” he broke the kiss, almost breathless. you nodded, eagerly and you’re sure you both had let your guards down and this wasn’t a game. it was real pent-up feeling…years of longing.

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he pulled you to a side building of the cocktail’s house, it seemed like a place to store sports gear, but it was well kept and had a sofa in it. rich people really moved differently, you knew it very well.

you guys were tripping on each other, mouths connected and when they weren’t, your lips and hands were in another part of your bodies, until he pushed you on the sofa and locked the door.

“beautiful.” he muttered from afar, admiring your messy figure, fragile under his touch, smudged lipstick, red flushed cheeks your makeup could no longer cover up. a strap of your dark purple mid-thigh length dress, that contrasted to your sun kissed skin, fell down your shoulder and you had your mouth hung open, catching your breath with your legs pressed together and arms behind you on the sides holding your body up.

he removed his suit’s blazer and kneeled on the sofa, pulling your gaze to him by guiding your chin to rob from you another warm kiss.

“sungchan” you moaned into his lips. still trying to grasp on the truth that both of you yearned for each other for who knows how long and now were devouring one another in a random and unfamiliar space.

he sat beside you after the kiss got too much to bear and, looking into your eyes, He told you a million words that explained exactly what he felt without speaking, but what came out of his mouth next was just “i’d do anything you ask me to.”

you pushed him to the back of the sofa and, with your dress riding up, you placed your right leg between his spread out ones.

your core was all over his thigh

it took all of your self restraint not to ride it.

only small whimpers had taken the lead, spurting out of your mouth, reverberating through his throat, making you shiver.

one of his hands pressed on your back, bringing you closer, and quickly found your ass. still gentle and respectful, but with passion and heat.

“then touch me freely, jung.”

his eyes, his soft doe eyes, flickered into an amount of desire you had never witnessed from him, a film like look that would make the female lead melt at any moment.

“okay, y/n…but tell me if it hurts, when it hurts. i’ll stop.” you nodded, nipples hard against his chest, softly grinding your hips in anticipation.

the hand that held you by the neck during kissing session was now coming between your bodies, his gaze never left yours and it only got more intense by the time his hand found the hem of your panties. “ahh…” you openly moaned and blushed harder, as soon as you felt his fingers dig on your skin while pulling on it.

he tucked it to the side, skilfully, and didn’t do anything. left you squirming with the new sensation of the breeze against your folds.

“you sound amazing and you’re wet like that for me?” you blinked several times and nodded pathetically.

“i need you.” you managed to plead and before you could straddle him, he moved your upper body to the sofa, commanding you to lift yourself up. you were basically on all four, your left leg joining the other in between his own.

finally pulling your thong all the way down, sungchan saw your glistening centre, there, just for him.

“i thought good girls didn’t do this.” his warm breath fanned on your skin; his face was close. “hmm…i thought good boys didn’t take good girls like this.” you replied, sensitive.

as soon as he heard you utter that in such despair, sungchan pulled you up from an arm and started undoing the zipper of your dress, he brought the strips down your shoulders, after opening the zipper halfway through, admiring your boobs

“you got so big, good girl.” he swirled his tongue around the aureola of your left breast and knocked the air out of your lungs, you gasped almost inaudibly. when you got back to your position, you could feel your nipples and chest being teased by his fingers.

“oh, already dripping for me?” what gave it away was your position. your back arched in need, you’re sure you clenched on air and he saw it.

“i’ll take care of you.”

spreading his fingers on your labia, sungchan groaned and you felt his cock pulse and struggle inside his dress pants. You moved your right leg to tease him and his response was shoving his fingers on your pussy. “aaaahhh…sungchannnn~”

two long fingers, pushing you to the edge. “baby, i just need to stretch you, it’s gonna be okay.”

he added a third finger, you felt your head spin…you didn’t know this would feel so…good? “channie…it feels so good” you rocked your hips back into his hand to fasten the pace.

“you’re so hot, y/n. i need to see you.” he pulled his fingers out of you, eliciting frustrated protests from your lips. he definitely removed your panties this time, pocketing them, you could sense he didn’t throw them and then held your body back up, turning you to him and making you straddle him.

he held your hair in the back of your head and kissed your exposed neck, sucking lightly, claiming you. “tell your mum you got someone now…” he sucked deeper, bruising widely.

“yes, yours…all yours…” you moaned out and held yourself up by grabbing his shoulders. You looked down between your bodies and saw his cream pants had a patch of wetness…

“baby, like what you see?” he unbuckled his belt and pulled it out, quickly fumbling with his zipper and button, pulling them open.

“wanna take the lead?” he kissed your cheek, reassuring you.

“hmhm..” you agreed and slowly inserted your hand on his underwear, feeling him, constricted, bent, huge and larger than what your hand could handle. you gasped as you stroked him still inside.

“baby…” he whined under you.

“does it feel good?” you hit back.

“yes, but i want to feel all of you.” his lashes fluttered half open, half closed. his constriction spread across his body, his face, his strong arms that ripped through his shirt.

“okay, good boy.” you took out your dress and reached for your purse to pick up something from your small pocket, that your mum forced you to carry around to these things, in varied sizes. condoms. you got the larger one, praying it would fit and watched as sungchan’s mouth hang open now fully seeing your bare skin and naked body with wide hungry eyes. demanding him to close his mouth you slid the packet in between his teeth, for him to hold while you opened the buttons of his shirt. his muscled abdomen almost had you drooling…with his shirt open and more space to access his dick, you pulled it out of his boxers, and ripped the condom package in his mouth, taking the rubber object from it and gliding it down on him, every large centimetre of him down to the base. “it fit…oof.”

“let’s see where else it fits.” with one swift motion sungchan held you up while you were still holding his shaft and you could only line him up to your entrance before he slammed you down into him.

“holy fuck…so tight.” you cried…his previous stretch wasn’t enough…only 4 fingers would have been. you dug your teeth on his lower lip, on his neck, on his arm while adjusting to his gritty and large size, you felt him everywhere, and he still wasn’t fully in. “bring your legs up, y/n, trust me.”

he held your knees, bringing them up and slid himself deeper into you, your eyes rolled in pleasure. you started rocking back and he groaned further in approval.

“ahh~ made for me…” these words escaped his mouth, and you kissed him, passionately, your pussy moist, as aroused as you had ever been.

“i think i am close…” you whimpered, rocking slowly and dragging his dick all the way out and back inside roughly. “uhmmm…” you moaned on his ear, hands behind his head occasionally pulling on his hair.

“you’re perfect…own god…” sungchan flexed his abs and brought his limbs, that laid down to his sides, back into action.

he grabbed your tits and squeezed, then came with you while kissing them. he groaned painfully as your walls clenched around his dick, draining him to his condom.

“let’s just stay like this…” you held his face and kissed him tenderly, before hugging him, which he complied to and also held his arms around your upped body, covering you with his blazer that laid close on the sofa.

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“y/n…do you hear that?”

“hm? what?” you said sleepily.

“it’s like a phone…vibrating?”

“oh shit!”

you jumped from him, forgetting you were still cock warming. “ah- be careful…”

“sorry!! it must be my mum, or my brother!”

you ran to your purse and saw eunseok’s name on dozen notifications and your mum’s number was the latest call…

“sungchan, we got to hurry, where is my underwear?” you hyperventilated and picked up your dress sliding into it.

“here, baby.” the sight of him pulling them out of his pocket and handing them out to you almost made you choke on your breath.

“thanks…” you blushed hard and started dressing properly. you only needed to zip the dress up and fix your hair.

he was still pretty sticky…and the condom, oh my god…

“can you help me?” he looked up embarrassed for the first time all evening.

so cute…so handsome, the most handsome man you had ever seen.

“do you have ti-“ he got cut up by you, kneeling in front of him and rolling the condom up from his dick and then sucking on it. “shit…what are you…ughhh…doing?”

“cleaning you up…” you looked up and kept licking and lapping on his cum…he tasted so differently from what you thought he would…it was not as unpleasant as people told you.

you licked on a particularly prominent vein and then swirled around the head of his shaft to make him as clean as you could and he whimpered, legs shaking.

“ughhh, y/n, you’re going to make me hard again.”

“not now, baby.” you smirked and slurped on the remains of cum that rested on his tip, swallowing and eyeing him up. “now get dressed.”

he just stood there mouth agape as you searched for tissues on your purse.

“i was literally just asking you if you had tissues.” he said after a while and when you were cleaning the sofa and wrapping the condom with wet and dry tissues.

“oh…you didn’t like it?” you fake pouted and added “now move, we have to leave.”

“that’s hot…i am not gonna let it slide.” he mumbled and tucked himself into his boxers, still slightly wet from earlier.

“can you zip me up, channie?”

“yes, come here…” he held your hand and pulled you closer to him.

that was when the door behind was forcibly open and revealed your very angry brother, eunseok.

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“Y/N!!! ARE YOU HERE?” he looked you up and down…messy hair, unzipped dress. he started shaking his head from side to side.

“oh god- y/n…seriously?” he didn’t see sungchan…? he hasn’t.

“sorry, seok…if i made you worry.”

“i thought you hated these parties…who is the lucky guy?” he questioned and quickly thought and added. “wait…did you guys just fuck? oh, i am going to kick his ass.”

you looked over and saw sungchan panicking and holding tight on your hand, he would definitely notice you just had sex when he saw him.

“seok, don’t do it…i really like him.” you used your other hand to stop him from getting closer, but you slightly uncovered sungchan.

“sungchan?!” he was taken aback and he pushed you to the left so he could see his best friend, holding your hand and half naked. “i always treated you like a brother and you try to knock my sister up behind my back?”

“eunseok- we are adults…” sungchan started and you intervened because you knew he was about to mess it up.

“we used protection, don’t worry. also, don’t act like you didn’t know that i always had a crush on him. i’ve…loved him for long enough.”

“ugh, okay. bu we’re gonna talk about this later…me and you, sungchan.”

“yes, bro. i promise you i have good intentions and reasons.”

“now can we go back?” you said motioning sungchan to zip you up and he did, standing up he also closed the zipper of his suit’s pants and the shirt, button by button.

“i’ll wait outside, don’t take long.”

eunseok stepped out still processing this new dynamic.

“oof…i thought he was gonna hit me…”sungchan let a staggering breath out with a shy smile.

“i am glad he always thinks first and speaks stuff out, before acting upon them.” you picked up the blazer and handed it to him, fixing his hair after. “i don’t want him messing up your handsome face.”

“uh- handsome?” he cocked an eyebrow, looking slightly down at you, you stood tall in your heels.

“don’t act like you don’t know it, silly. you’ve always been good looking.” you slapped on his shoulders where you were fixing his blazer, playfully.

“yes, i just had never heard you say it. come here, i’ll fix your hair.”

he spun you around and redid your braid and fixed your curls, re-curling them on his skilled fingers. “thank you.”

“yes, my love. anything for you.” he kissed your hand and urged you by handing you your purse with everything and your phone inside and dropping the trash on the can by the door.

“do i need to barge in again?” you heard eunseok say from outside, but not as annoyed as before.

“no, we’re already behind you.”

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should i make this a 2 episodes fic?? let me know~

[hoongsf]

City of Stars

Lee Anton

₊˚⊹⋆You've been in love with your brother's best friend, Lee Anton, since the day you met him. Little did you know, you weren't the only one who had been yearning for that long. When Anton comes back home from college for winter break after not seeing him for two years, you realize something has shifted. Not only is the teenage boy you once knew now a man, the man comes with confidence, and is full of surprises ── .✦

now playing ๋࣭⭑ 4me 4me- malcom todd

paring ๋࣭⭑ brother’s bestfriend!anton x reader 

genre ๋࣭⭑ romance, fluff, friends to lovers, skinship, non!idol au, innocent love, first love cliche, brother's best friend trope

warnings ๋࣭⭑none!

gigi notes𝄞 This is my first full fic! Sorry that it's not super long, it was originally supposed to be a one shot but... I got carried away. The idea came to me while I was watching the RIIZE x NCT Wish World Cup, and Anton just looked so silly. Possible Wishie fic coming soon??👀👀👀 Enjoy♡ [wc 2.3k]

₊˚⊹⋆“BRO WTF” is the first thing you hear as you walk through your front door, barely making it through while trying not to drop the 4 bags of groceries overflowing in your arms. “JAMES, CAN YOU COME HELP ME” you yell, dropping the bags and collapsing onto your kitchen island. “JUST A SEC Y/N, I GOTTA BEAT ANTON IN THIS ROUND” you hear your older brother call back. “Unemployed activities,” you think to yourself. Having an older brother inevitably comes with its pros and cons, one of the pros being his absolutely gorgeous best friend. James had brought home many friends to hang out at your house over the years, but everything changed in your sophomore year of high school when you met Anton. At the time, Lee Anton was a senior, still lanky and boyish, with his messy long hair that covered his eyes. Now, two years later, he is no longer the lanky teenage boy you first met. He gained muscle, dyed his hair from black to a soft light brown, and got even taller than you thought was possible. The one thing that never changed, however, was how he treated you. He never yelled when you were around, always spoke to you softly with a gentle smile, looking at you like he was memorizing everything about you before he had to look away. When you found out that he had come home from college to visit earlier in the week for winter break, you couldn’t help but smile, anticipating the comfort of his arms around you when you hugged him after not seeing him for two years.

₊˚⊹⋆You were snapped back from your thoughts at the sound of soft footsteps. You look up and to your surprise, you see Anton. “Hey, y/n.” he smiles and opens his arms, seemingly just as excited to see you as you are him. “ANTON!” you squeal, running at him with your arms just as wide and jumping into his grasp. “I haven’t seen you in a million years,” you whine as you come out of the hug. “Why didn’t you come home last year?” “I missed you too,” he smirks, ruffling your hair as he walks to the kitchen island. “James is groveling from his loss of multiple rounds of overwatch, so don’t expect him to come out any time soon,” he says, opening the fridge and beginning to put away the groceries. “Oh, you don’t need to help with those! I can do it without James, I promise,” you say as you run over to help. “No need, I’d help you with anything if you asked me too,” he says quietly, continuing to put away the groceries as you look at him, warmth filling up your body. “I’d help you with anything…” you repeat to yourself, smiling at the floor as you open the fridge.

₊˚⊹⋆You turn around just as Anton walks behind you. He quickly grabs your waist and moves you to the side so you don’t bump into each other. “Careful there, wouldn’t want you to trip, now would we” he remarks, smirking at your clumsiness. Your mind immediately replays the moment his hands grabbed you, staying at your waist for just a moment longer than necessary. Are you imagining things? “There couldn’t possibly be any tension from that one moment, that’s ridiculous,” you think to yourself, brushing the thought away as you plop on the couch and turn on the T.V.

₊˚⊹⋆“Wanna watch a movie with me?” you turn to ask him, just to be met with Anton already sitting down right next to you. “Sure, y/nnie, what were you thinking?” Y/nnie. He always called you that when he was feeling particularly mischievous. While Anton was your favorite of your brother’s friends, and he treated you the best, he loved to tease you. Y/nnie was the chosen nickname he gave you, and hasn’t stopped calling you by that name since the first day you met. “I was thinking LaLa Land? I’ve watched it before, but it’s one of my favorites,” you say, glancing at him to see his reaction. He nods at you, signaling for you to start the movie. The first few minutes sitting with Anton are comfortable, familiar, safe like always. Anton’s presence never fails to calm you, something about his scent and his gentleness just feels like home. He stirs next to you, and you’re suddenly well aware of just how close you and him are. You feel your knees touching, but neither of you pull away. Instead, he leans into your side just a little, inching just a bit closer. You both sit like this for a good half of the movie, trying your hardest not to move, not wanting this to end. Since the day you met Anton, you knew you wanted him. You forced yourself to refrain from acting on your feelings. He was your brother’s best friend, after all. He was older than you, practically family, and to put it simply, off limits. Your brother would absolutely hate you if you ever made a move on Anton, and would absolutely hate Anton if he hurt you. It was a lose-lose situation, so you never gave the potential of a relationship with Anton any thought. What you did give thought to, though, was him.

₊˚⊹⋆You constantly thought of him, especially when he went away for college. “I wonder what Anton is up to right now,” you would think when a favorite song of his would come up in your playlist. You would think about him when you would pass by the soccer field where he and your brother played together their senior year and took your school to the championship. You would dream of him some nights, dreams of being his girlfriend, of the first day you met, of feeling the warmth of his embrace. You kept a ring he had given you once, when he had comforted you whilst you were crying at a party in your sophomore year. You had never been in a relationship, but you were talking with someone when you went to the party, expecting to hang out with him, but he completely blew you off and sent you a picture of him kissing another girl. You ran outside to get some air, only to see Anton slowly walking towards you. “Hey, y/n, what’s wrong? Are you hurt?” he asked, staring at you intently, sitting down while putting his arm around you. “I’m ok. I’m sorry, I wish you didn’t have to see me like this, I look a mess,” you managed to gasp out through quiet, broken sobs. “I was supposed to see a guy tonight, but he blew me off for some other girl, look,” you say, showing him the messages. “Wow. What a jerk,” he scoffs, putting the phone face down on the concrete. “Look, y/n, any guy who had you and chose to give you up is crazy. You’re an amazing girl and you don’t deserve to be treated like that. You deserve someone who would drop anything for you, not the other way around,” he says as you look up at him. Silence falls over the both of you as he scans your face. You feel his hand slowly move from your shoulder to your cheek, cradling your face and brushing your tears away with his thumb. You lean into his hands, savoring a moment you never thought would come .You never want the moment to end, the closeness of you two making your face heat up as you realize how close you really are. “You’re really beautiful, you know that, y/nnie?” he says gently, a soft smile washing over his face. The tips of your ears immediately turn bright pink, averting your eyes from his gaze. His thumb brushes your cheek one last time as he pulls away, giving you space. "Here, I want you to have this," he says slowly, taking a ring off of his finger. "I like to mess with it when I'm stressed. My mom gave it to me when I was kid," he smiles, placing it into your hand. “How are you feeling?” he asks, a hint of a grin lingering on his face. “I feel better now, thanks Toni,” you say, still avoiding eye contact. As much as you wanted that moment to be real, you knew he was just saying that to comfort you. He could never want you like that, not nearly as much as you want him. To him, you were his best friend’s little sister, a kid, not a potential girlfriend.

₊˚⊹⋆Your thoughts are cut off when your favorite song starts playing from the T.V. “City of stars….. Are you shining just for me…” you hear Anton singing along, quiet enough so that only the two of you would hear it. “Hey, Toni, do you think James is asleep? Are you sleeping over?” you ask, scared of James walking in to see the two of you so close, even though you aren’t doing anything. “Yeah, he’s definitely asleep. He pulled an all-nighter last night and was trying to find an excuse to lie down. And yeah, I’m sleeping over too,” he replies. “Ohh, ok. Cool…cool…” your voice trails off. A few more minutes go by, and you feel Anton’s hand creeping onto your knee. His touch is gentle, ghosting over your knee, like if he really touches you, you’d disappear. His thumb moves lazily back and forth over your knee. You shiver at the feeling, heat slowly creeping up the back of your neck. “Cold?” he asks, leaning across your body to pull a blanket over you. As he comes back to where he was, his face stops directly in front of yours. He glances at your lips, and then your eyes. He gazes at your lips again, inching just a bit closer. You feel him exhale and you shiver again. As you move to lean in towards him, he quickly sits back in his seat, pulling the blanket over himself. You watch him, just sitting there staring at the T.V. like he didn’t just completely mess with your mind. “Watch the movie, y/n” he whispers, nudging your shoulder. “What… was that,” you say, scared that if you mention it, it would never happen again. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he says, not even glancing at you. He leans over to the coffee table, picking up his soda and taking a long sip. “Want some?” he asks. You realize you’re still staring, quickly turning away. “Uhh, yeah. Sure…” you say. You look over to him and take the can quickly, waterfalling the soda and handing it back to him.

₊˚⊹⋆“Why do you look so nervous, y/nnie? You’ve never waterfalled a drink from me before, why the sudden change?” he pouts, a playful tone in his voice. “Uhm, I’m not nervous. I don’t know why I waterfalled… it just…felt like the right thing to do.” “The right thing?” he inches a little closer to you, looking down into your eyes. You look away and lick your lips, still tasting the cola from seconds before. “Why won’t you look at me?” he teases, inching even closer. “I can look at you-” you say, turning towards him, so close that you almost bump his nose. You freeze. You had never been THIS close before. His eyes are deep pools of brown, with a playful glimmer in them. You look at his lips, then back up at him. The silence and stillness of it all is agonizing. You open your mouth to say something, anything, but before you could, Anton closes the gap between you. You instantly melt at the feeling, something you never thought you would experience with him. You feel him sigh against you, deepening the kiss for a few moments before pulling back slightly, holding your face. “I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time,” he whispers, smiling at you. You stare at him in awe, mouth agape at what just happened. Before you can say anything, he kisses your cheek, peppering them towards your ear. “Is this…ok?” he asks. You nod furiously, still amazed at what was happening. “I need words, y/nnie,” he smirks, pulling back to look at you. “Yes,” you breathe out. He grins and begins to pepper small kisses along your jaw, then rising back up to pull you into another kiss. This kiss was different. It was less testing, more sure and warm, like he had become more confident. The kiss lasts much longer than the last, the both of you clearly savoring the moment. You sigh, melting even further into him, and you feel him smile against your lips. He pulls away, taking a long look over you. “That was,, even better than I dreamt it would be,” he breathes out. “You… dreamt about that, too?” you ask, surprised he felt the same way you did. “Yeah,” he chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck, “maybe a bit. I just never thought you would feel the same way, so I never acted on it. But tonight… it just felt different.” “I can’t believe it… I’ve felt that way since the first day I saw you,” you reply shyly, toying with the blanket beneath you. “I know I’m younger than you, and I’m your best friend’s sister, so I always thought you saw me as a kid,” you say. “Y/n,” Anton says, taking your face in his hands and turning you to face him. “I never saw you as a kid. I saw you for who you are. I’ve loved you since the day I met you, and that feeling has grown even more since then. The night I knew was at that party, when you were crying. I was so angry at that guy for hurting you, I couldn’t stand seeing you cry over some worthless guy who didn’t deserve you,” he says firmly, like he’s sure of everything he said. “You… you love me?” you gasp quietly looking at him to see if he really meant it. “Yes, y/nnie,” he laughs lightly, letting go of your face to hug you, “I love you,” he whispers against your ear. “I love you too,” you whisper into his shoulder, relishing in a moment you never thought would come.⋆˚✰ ݁˖⭑.ᐟ

Hoongsf 2026. DO NOT REUPLOAD

[ttoribini]

which riize dad do you think would be the most protective over his baby/babies?

DEF sungchan. those two girls r his pride and joy and oh god forbid they sniffle or cry or anything happens to them. everyone else is a little more lax or more so worries abt their kids. sungchan jumps at any issue and SWEATS. he is just always so so worried about his girls because they are so tiny and he will always just see them as his little babies.

you also get a little drabble anon :b

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when you’re pregnant sungchan becomes convinced you're made of glass. if you stand on your toes to reach a cabinet he’s already beside you saying, “i’ve got it,” before your fingers even touch the shelf. if you carry groceries inside he takes every bag from your hands without asking. one afternoon you walk into the laundry room balancing a basket on your hip only for him to appear out of nowhere and gently steal it away. you laugh, following him into the bedroom as he sets it down. “chan, i can still carry laundry.” he looks at you. “i know you can,” he says, folding one hand over your stomach as he kisses your forehead. “i just don’t think you should have to.”

the girls aren’t even a day old before he develops a habit of checking on them every few minutes. while they’re sleeping in their bassinets he’ll glance over in the middle of conversations just to make they're okay. when one of the nurses wheels them down the hall for a routine screening he politely asks if he can come too. later that night you wake up to find him sitting in the chair beside the bassinets instead of sleeping. when you quietly ask what he’s doing, he doesn’t even look away from the girls as he answers, “they’re just … so little.” you smile sleepily reaching over to squeeze his hand. “they’ll still be little in the morning so you should go to bed.” he nods but stays another minute with them anyway.

by the time the twins are old enough for walks in their stroller you’ve learned that sungchan always positions himself between them and everything else. one afternoon at the park a little boy accidentally kicks a soccer ball in your direction. it rolls harmlessly across the grass, nowhere near the girls, but sungchan steps in front of the stroller before the ball has even slowed down. the little boy runs over, apologizing over and over. sungchan smiles warmly as he hands the ball back and tells him it’s okay before the child runs off again.

you bump your shoulder against his as you keep walking and tease, “that ball wasn’t even close.” he glances down at the twins over the top of the stoller. they're both happily chewing on their teethers, before he replies, “i know. i just felt better stopping it.”

when they begin taking their first wobbly steps protecting them becomes much harder because every instinct tells him to catch them before they fall. the living room has become one giant practice space but sungchan's worse nightmare. sweetpea lets go of the couch first, taking three determined little steps before wobbling sideways. you see sungchan tense immediately and his body is already leaning forward but he forces himself to stay where he is. sweetpea lands softly on her diaper, blinks once in surprise, and then bursts into giggles. lovebug laughs with her before trying to toddle after her sister.

sungchan exhales deeply and you can’t help smiling at him. “every part of me wanted to catch her,” he admits, rubbing the back of his neck. you slip your hand into his, watching both girls push themselves right back onto their feet. “i know,” you tell him softly. “but look at them. they're getting so big.” he watches as sweetpea takes another few shaky steps before throwing herself happily into his arms. the worried look finally melts into a smile as he wraps both girls against his chest and he kisses the tops of their heads.

[lovelylizzy01]

Pretend like you hate me

Character profiles 2

Anton

First year at SNU

Music Production Major

Is in SNU‘s swimming club

People often assume he’s quiet because he doesn’t always speak first, but once he’s comfortable, he’s surprisingly playful and loves teasing the people around him.

Has a habit of smiling his way out of awkward situations. It always works tho.

He meet Sungchan way before College, he was one of the first people Anton contacted after getting accepted into SNU.

He’s the reason Anton already feels at home before classes even begin.

Anton also knew Wonbin before uni.

Wonbin isn’t overly expressive, but Anton trusts him a lot.

The two understand each other without talking much.

Is roommates with Seunghan and Sohee, they went to the same Highschool, before Anton went to study a year abroad.

Knew Shotaro and Eunseok briefly before College.

Anton‘s private account

Only the boys know about this one.

Seunghan

First year at SNU

Film & Media Major

Is in SNU‘s Basketball Club

Is a little chaotic but still reliable.

Anton‘s best friend, went to Highschool together. Meet in College again after Anton‘s year abroad.

Ships Anton and Y/N immediately.

Sohee

First year at SNU

Vocal Performance Major

Loud energetic, chaos supporter. Kinda messy.

Always in for some drama. Literally can’t mind his own business.

Roomies with Anton and Seunghan.

Shotaro

Third year at SNU

Dance & Performance Major.

Dance Team Captain

The responsible older friend. Always supportive.

Lowkey sees Anton‘s feeling’s early. But choose to stay quiet.

Knew all the guys before college.

Eunseok

Third Year at SNU

Architecture Major.

Playing in SNU‘s Basketball Club, alongside Seunghan.

Always responsible for some chaos. Him and Sohee complete themselves.

Encourages bad decisions.

Knew Anton briefly before college, became closer though Seunghan and Sungchan.

[lovelylizzy01]

Pretend like you hate me

Character profiles 1

Y/N

Third year at SNU

Business Administration Major.

Is witty and sarcastic. Doesn’t fall for people easily.

Knew Karina and Giselle since high school are the OT3 trio.

Became close friends with Winter during first year. Meet bc of Giselle.

Meet NingNing through Winter in second year

Sungchan’s Best friend and classmate. Meet first day in College and became inseparable immediately.

Wonbin one of her closest friends through Sungchan. Meet in second year.

Y/N private

Only the girls know about that account.

Karina

Third year at SNU

International Business Major.

The mom friend, always calm and protective.

Knew Y/N since Highschool.

Giselle

Third year at SNU

Fashion Design Major.

The chaotic and dramatic one. Always in for some gossip.

Probably Y/N and Anton biggest shipper.

OT3 all share an Apartment of campus.

Winter

Third year at SNU

Fashion Design Major.

Meet Y/N and Karina through Giselle.

Dry humor, quite blunt and observant.

NingNing

Second year at SNU

Performing Arts Major.

The energetic, chaotic and dramatic one.

Social glue of the group.

Meet the girls through Winter, they’re roommates.

Sungchan

Third year at SNU

Business Administration Major.

Social butterfly, knows everyone on campus.

Also lives of campus that why his Apartment is always a meeting spot.

Always late

Knew Wonbin and Anton before SNU.

Wonbin

Second year at SNU

Music Production Major.

The sarcastic quiet one.

Meet Y/N through Sungchan but became besties immediately. Often team up against Sungchan.

Notices Y/N feeling’s before anyone else does.