masterlist. taglist. ☆ written with love. by, 𝓀𝖺𝗍𝗂.
“how have i never done this before!” a whispered yell echoes into sungho’s ears, your sweet voice glimmering as you swipe yet another lipstick on his hand. there are way too many colors all over his skin, and at some point, you simply decided that instead of trying out what you want for yourself, you couldn’t resist painting him like your very own canvas.
in the few minutes you both have been perusing the makeup section of the store he drove you both to, as per your request (something about not having the right shade of concealer and running out of your favorite lip gloss?), your boyfriend has simply let you do as you please. he can’t deny you, especially not after allowing you to do it in the first place, but... he sort of regrets it now.
“ah… there’s no more space here,” you pout, putting down his hand that you both have been watching get makeup put upon. but before you could bring up the other, sungho’s resistance shone through.
“isn’t one enough… how am i gonna take it all off baby?”
at that, your lips pucker tighter, brows sewing together in defiance as you turn around, leaving him standing in his spot. a quick second after the words leave his mouth, he realizes he can’t take it back anymore as he follows you. it’s a busy store, and you both can barely talk because the only sounds that can be heard are the clatter of the plastics and glass—as if it was some sort of cosmetic library.
"i'm sor—" sungho has to swerve past an incoming cart before he could finish the sentence, trying his hardest to keep up behind you. it's not tough to find you, but man you walk fast when you're upset (you're not). he should've known that when he said what he did, even if he didn't mean it that way.
another couple steps closer to you, and right as he's about to apologize, you turn the other way to the hair section, not particularly interested in anything as your eyes scan the colorful bottles of hair spray up and down. he's practically running after you, holding onto the basket, careful not to bump it into any of the shelves he passes by during his pursuit.
you're waiting, letting him catch up behind you, before continuing to some other part of the store. it's not very big, dedicated to providing all sorts of beauty products that could ever be needed. so from hair, you go over to perfumes, at the very opposite side.
and sungho? he's still behind you. several pairs of eyes stare at him as he gets the employees and even other fellow customers to get annoyed by his incessant walk. it's obvious why to him among the gossiping chatter at a volume 1-2 (on a scale of 10; that's how he decided to categorize it right at this very moment)—"of course he would've said something to annoy her", "this isn't a gym to practice running in", "is he in his right mind?"—but sungho couldn't care less what others thought. his mind is on you.
after getting closer again, your boyfriend shouts (well, as loud as he could given the environment... maybe a volume level of 4?), "y/n!" you innocently turn around eyeing at him, keeping that same expression you had on when you started this cat-and-mouse chase. it turned funny for you by the time you decided to go to the hair section, but you couldn't show it right now.
"finally," sungho puts the basket down and traps you between his arms and the shelves lined with full size bottles of floral scents. startled, your eyes widen as you look at him, and from your peripheral, an employee making her way to you.
(at a volume 2) "i'm sorry, ok? i didn't mean that. you have full permission to use my hands and arms, and my shoulders and neck and body and every and any part of me as you wish, hm? i'll stay painted in your colors forever if that's what you want. so please, accept my apology?"
while biting your lower lip to stop yourself from smiling, you couldn't help but feel the butterflies dance within your body. you push him away slightly so you could get out of his grasp, not saying a word and taking his blank hand in yours. leading the way back to where the makeup was, you both escape from the one lady who was just about to break you both away.
and instead of telling him a yes or no, you grab the closest tester blush and drew a heart right below a knuckle in the hand you held.
thinking about kissing down sungho’s face, leaving soft and tender pecks as you trace over every inch of it with your lips. the way he softly breathes under you as he sleeps—it doesn’t go unnoticed. you’re careful not to wake him up, but a part of you wants him to so that those soft kisses turn into more. but by more, you don’t expect anything extravagant. you just want him to hold you the way he simply does: arms around the small of your back as he brings you closer to him, unsaid words being spoken through soft gazes of love. but you shake that thought away just as quickly because he looks so peaceful, and you don’t want to disrupt that peace from him. so you continue those feather-light kisses, careful and consistent, until you deem yourself sleepy enough, moving back into place in his arms to join him in dreamland.
a/n: hi guys i'm insane... also it's STILL valentines! so yes. enjoy this little thing heh contains: sungho x reader, established relationship, fluff, maybe suggestive, kisses… yeah i still don’t know how to tag sfw… 😭
♡ — sungho picking out a dress for you, a dark red matching his own suit's tie...
he loves to get you clothes he wants to see you in, so for valentines, it was obvious that his well planned date (that he asked you out weeks in advance to) was going to incorporate some sort of dress for you to wear.
you weren't sure what was going to be in the bag he left on the bed, but it made so much sense to see what he picked out. it was a simple dress: floor length, burgundy colored, silk, a slit up to the middle of your left thigh, thin straps for sleeves, and simply the most stunning piece you own now.
"like it?" sungho peeped in, having waited by the doorframe as he gauged your reaction.
"i love it," you beamed, unable to take your eyes and hands off of it. he smiled at you, walking over until he stood over you, and then he leaned down to kiss the top of your head.
it was 30 minutes before you had to leave for the date, sungho already waiting for you as he watched you put your make up on and your hair in an updo. the last thing you had left was to change into the dress, and he couldn't wait to see you fully dolled up for the occasion.
as you went into the bathroom to change into the dress, you realized that the zipper was too low to put up yourself, so you decided to call out for him. yet before you could finish even saying his name, he was waiting for you outside, as if he already knew this was going to happen.
"need my help, princess?"
you turn your head over your shoulder as you look at him, a slight blush creeping onto your cheek because of the nickname as you nodded. he walked in, standing right behind you as you looked at him through the mirror now.
his eyes didn't stray from the real you though, one hand resting on your side as the index finger of the other glided down the middle of your bare back to the zipper. it caught your breath to feel his touch—you still have the same reaction every time he even got this close to you no matter how used to it you were—as your mouth opened just a smidge, letting out the slightest breath.
he slid it up slowly, the hand on your hip tightening to keep you in place as the sound of the zipper hummed between your bodies. it took a bit, not because it was hard, but because he wanted to do so. and for the entire time, you kept your eyes on him as he kept his eyes on you.
"done," he whispered, leaning down to kiss over where the zipper ended, his lips ghosting over your skin. fixing the straps, he finally looked up to make eye contact with your reflection, smiling, "let's go."
GENRE — fluff, slice of life ⋆ CONTAINS — established relationship (bf/gf), use of "princess", couple stuff i suppose... yeah welcome to another "kati still doesn't know how to tag her sfw writing" 😭, lmk if i missed anything! ⋆ SONG RECS: i could be forever by hojean, floating by alina baraz ft. khalid, lost island by enhypen ⋆ Ⓒ TSANHO 2026.
bf!sungho who... tries to help you out as much as he can, usually active with cleaning your place and cooking simple meals.
bf!sungho who... keeps a record of anything and everything related to you in his notes app. from simple things like your birthday and favorite colors to more important things like any allergies you have and your christmas wishlist, it’s a one stop center for everything about you that he’s curated to perfection, continuously adding and removing things when necessary.
bf!sungho who... likes to drive you around everywhere, giggling as he calls you his passenger princess because of how cute the nickname is. “fits you perfectly, my princess,” he would say every time, happy to be your “knight in shining armor” in return.
bf!sungho who... plans trips with you down to the T. he’s gotten more relaxed now, his itineraries accommodating more free time to travel and look around where you visit together, but he feels good to be in charge of the schedule because he likes that you don’t have to think too hard and can simply enjoy. after all, it's vacation time! he doesn't mind being the one to plan things if it meant that you are able to relax.
bf!sungho whose... every thought is filled with you whenever he’s at the gym. he can’t wait to come back home to you, kiss your face and feel you fawn over his arms that he works hard for. sure, he cares about his physique a lot for himself, but it does give him that ego boost when you tell him how hot he looks.
bf!sungho who... makes you breakfast in bed, even though he doesn’t really like when you eat there. it happens on the rare occasions, like your birthday or anniversary, and he always insists on you enjoying the meal there despite you saying that you’ll move to the dining table. “it’s ok, i made it especially so that you could enjoy the food in bed,” he says as he sweeps the fallen hair behind your ear, your sleepy eyes blinking awake as the smile he loves appears on your face.
bf!sungho who... is very particular about your clothes when you both have a semi-formal/formal date to go to. he helps you pick out and put on the clothes, sometimes even buying you new ones himself. he dotes on you a lot, but ultimately, you know that he loves you and this is all just a way of showing his love for you.
bf!sungho who... doesn’t really mind when you fall asleep as you both watch movies, silently lowering the volume after he fixes the blanket you have on to cover you better. your head on his shoulder, he relaxes a bit before continuing to watch himself, making note of all the important scenes so he can talk to you about them after. he knows you’ll listen to his dissection and scrutiny, and that’s yet another thing he’s grateful about.
bf!sungho who... gives you an airpod so you both can listen to all the new music he’s or you’ve saved while you both do your own things around the house. it keeps you both connected in a way.
bf!sungho who... likes that you rely on him and find him dependable, being someone you trust. he values that a lot, and of course reciprocates it too. because to him, love isn’t the only thing that makes a relationship. it’s trust, perseverance, and a long term commitment that makes him want to change your status from partner to spouse, loving until death do you apart.
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A/N: hi guys... i rarely ever post here... anyways! i'm thinking of making this a series for the rest of the members...? potentially? if i have time? and will? giggling but i hope you enjoyed this hehe lmk what you guys think about with sungho as a bf... my ears are OPEN! im ready for this #sungho business 🤗
𝓼ungho x reader — slice of life ꒰ WC: 2.5k ꒱
⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ CONTAINS: unspecified major!sungho x cs student!reader, college setting, reader implied to be younger than sungho (1-2 years age gap), established relationship (bf/gf), little bit angst but it gets resolved quickly, lmk if i missed anything!
SYNOPSIS: if love was a feeling, it would be the feeling of sungho’s gaze on you as you study, his fingers tapping the desk softly as he hums along to your explanations of concepts he never knew existed. if love was a feeling, it would be the feeling of sungho’s home cooked meals filling the air of your shared apartment as he makes sure you’re not just living off of ramen and coffee until the end of the semester. and if love was a feeling, it would most definitely be the feeling of sungho consoling you, taking care of you without a word as he holds you close and lets your tears stain his shirt. ·˚ ͙༣· COLLAB MASTERLIST !!
this semester has been doing nothing but kicking you down as you make it past the 15 gruesome weeks of mental torture. with how intense your major had become, you could barely do anything except think about how you just want to be done with it all already.
thankfully, you had sungho by your side, your boyfriend you could lean onto for support, who has been with you the entire semester. he’s always been attentive, lending an ear whenever you needed one as he lets you take out your stress, and then providing either solutions or a comfortable hug as you sort out your emotions before getting back on the grind. and behind the scenes, he’s practically taken on the role of a housewife, taking care of you by letting you focus on getting through all your course-works.
he graduated the past spring, having taken on a job as a gym trainer as he searches for something more aligned with his major. but also, he just wanted to stay close to you in the mean time, having met you on campus through a mutual organization. he never thought he would’ve gotten a chance with you, but here you both are, living together 2 years into the relationship.
“what do you want for dinner, baby?” you hear your boyfriend call out, him on his phone as he looks up recipes. he’d been very into making meals related to the holidays recently, saving whatever he comes across while scrolling through his reels. cooking has been one of his favorite activities so far, and having you taste his food made him even happier.
you just hum back at him, still focused on taking down notes on the purposes of every register in the CPU (you’re still wondering why you need to know these nitty gritty details as you do so).
chuckling, sungho gets the memo. ‘i’m busy, anything is good.’ that’s what the humming means, so that’s what he does, ending up making a simple meal you can have at your desk. at least this way, he can make sure that you’re not living off of instant noodles and coffee everyday. and he’s saving the other recipes for the last day before you leave to go back home for the holidays, hoping he can make it a good start to your break.
there are only 3 more weeks until the end of the semester, and you’re finally starting to feel the weight of your endless assignments and exams lift off your shoulders. you only had your finals left to take, done with presentations and group projects—the bulk of your stressors.
“will you stay at the library with me today?”
“you want me to, honey?”
you nod as you pack your bag, wrapping the cord of your laptop charger into a neat infinity before putting it in. sungho watches you the whole time, sitting on your desk’s chair as he waits. and once you’re done, you both head out to his car.
usually, he drops you off before heading back home to make dinner or going to work. but on the rare occasions you want him by your side, he obliges. it’s hard not to when he loves watching you study, eagerly listening when you need to explain something to him to get a concept.
after a quick car ride, you both arrive at the library, the blond grabbing your bag for you so you didn’t have to carry it yourself. he knows how your shoulders have been aching from the weight of your laptop, too heavy because of how you had bought one before college started based on what was recommended. you can’t say you regret it though (she’s your baby, basically), apart from the inevitable pain that comes after walking around campus and back all day.
the library is bustling with energy as you both walk in, sungho holding your hand as the other held onto the strap of your bag. following behind you into the familiar building, he reminisced the times he studied at the library too. he remembered the late night stays as he watched you code a project while he wrote down flashcards of information to study for his own exams, not to mention the amount of caffeine consumed between the two of you amidst the subpar convenience store food. he spent a lot of time here until he didn’t have to, but being by your side like that felt peaceful to him. and he’s glad he can still support you with simply his presence.
making your way to the uppermost floor, you recited your plan for the day to him as he listened to you attentively. he loved seeing how determined you got, ready to conquer your work as the doors opened up to the quiet atmosphere of your favorite study spot.
another day of endless studying, and this time, you had your boyfriend with you.
sungho got determined to plan the perfect day for you. he’s been seeing you work tirelessly to finish your work, the semester finally coming to an end as the weeks move closer to the holidays.
the numerous projects and exams you had to take were all you could focus on, barely having time to spend with your boyfriend. even though he didn’t ask to spend as much time together, knowing you were busier than ever, it still hurt you to deny him on the rare occasions he did. still, you were grateful that he sat by your side and did his own work while you studied whatever the hell computer architecture is…
“babe, this has got to be the most annoying class i’ve had to take. like come on! i’d rather code than study the parts of the CPU for the umpteenth time!”
well, sungho would agree, but his major wasn’t anything close to yours. still, he tried his best to sympathize, nodding as he reached over to you. he soothingly rubbed your back as he peeked at the presentation you’d been studying out of. “well, you’re almost done! your exam for this class tomorrow is the last one right? and then you’ll be free for the rest of the month, so just keep at it. you can do it baby,” he leaned forward, kissing your shoulder.
now he had to make sure you’d have the best day post-exam.
ever since dropping you off, sungho had been waiting outside the building you had your exam in, parked and playing games on his phone. the plan was simple: wait for you finish the exam, drive back to your place, and while you packed for your trip back home for the holidays, he would make you both an early christmas dinner (since you both wouldn’t be spending it together), after which movies and cuddles!
but those plans would’ve had to wait as he recognized your gloomy figure make its way out of the building you merely 30 minutes later.
he got out of the car right away, going up to you as he pulled you into a soft hug.
“what’s wrong, baby? not go well?”
sungho rubbed your arms up and down as he looked at you, your body falling into his as you hugged him back. he felt your head shake against his chest before you looked to the side and pouted.
“come on, let’s get in the car first,” he whispered, letting go of the hug as he kept one arm around your shoulder to help keep you up. you walked slowly until you both reached the door, him opening it to help you get in before getting into the driver’s seat on the other side.
as soon as the door shut and your boyfriend turned to you, you leaned your head back on the headrest and covered your face with your sweater (he picked out a cute one for you to wear, saying “dressing up will get you to perform better—at least that’s what i heard from the psychologists online.”). you tried not to sniffle or cry, but it was hard when all you could remember was the look of horror as you remembered how you didn’t remember the differences between 2 registers.
“that went horribly,” you muttered, groaning into your clothes as you fell forward to put your head on the dashboard. “i should’ve studied harder!”
sungho patted your back, rubbing circles as he tried to soothe you. the lack of continuance from you made him talk then, “hey, don’t beat yourself down. you did the best you could, y/n. you’ve been studying so hard for the exam.”
“yes… but also, i definitely could’ve done better. there’s so much that i mixed up because of the simple 1-letter differences. argh!!! this major is infuriating!!”
despite finding you adorable at the moment, complaining about the number of acronyms and homonyms you had to memorize, the man tried not to let it show, hiding his face away as he closed his lips tightly.
looking up, you kept going, “you know what! if i have to retake this class, then so be it! i’ll simply just drop out and become a housewife and you have to get married to me and make the money and everything!” at that, you looked to the side to see your boyfriend looking out the window, his expression reflecting off the glass. “HEY!!! PARK SUNGHO! WHAT’S SO FUNNY?!”
that was the last thing sungho needed to finally break out into the laughter he had been holding in. “i’m sorry,” he choked out mid laugh, “you’re just too… cute….”
“what’s so cute about me sulking?!” you pouted at him, scrunching your eyebrows to look intimidating.
that only made him laugh more, head falling back and hitting the glass which made you break as well, a smile appearing on your face as you hid it from him.
at that, he got the hand that was on your back to bring your face to look back at him. “don’t hide your smile from me. if i can make you happy, that’s what matters.”
“don’t be so cheesy, i’m still sad about my exam,” you muttered, feeling your cheeks heat up from his words. no matter how long it had been, he still had this effect on you, and it drove you crazy every time.
clearing his throat, sungho put on his ‘serious mode’ as he grabbed both your hands to hold. “ok princess, what can i do to make you feel better?”
sungho held your hand all the way back home, a mere 10 minute drive from the college. it was quiet, your usual music not being played as you simply sat and thought about how you were done for the semester. no more projects or exams to worry about, no more homework to finish, no more staying up to study until the tiredness caught up to you. it was an odd feeling, because you still had to wait for grades to be uploaded. but apart from that, there wasn’t anything else to do.
once parked, your boyfriend came out to open the door for you, holding his hand out and bowing a bit as he called you “princess,” closing the door behind you after you came out grabbing the extended hand with a giggle.
“what do you want tonight? anything special?”
“anything will do, baby.” you smile up at him as you both walked to your place.
the smell of cherries and oranges hit your nose as you opened the door—the newest festive fragrance he had bought in the beginning of the month. you sighed a breath of relief as you entered, turning on the lights and removing your shoes and jacket.
“alright. i’ll be in the kitchen then. call me if you need help with packing ok?” he leaned forward, kissing the back of your head as he did the same after locking the front door.
2 hours later, you were almost done with packing, only having your essentials left to put into your backpack after you got ready for the flight back the next day. you looked up at the clock then, your stomach grumbling as hunger pang and made you remember what your boyfriend had been doing.
walking out, the feast that decorated the table had your jaw drop as sungho came out of the kitchen holding the last dish—just a simple salad—wearing his messy apron. “you’re here!” he exclaimed as soon as his eyes found yours, setting the dish down and undoing the messy apron to hug you.
“i hope you like it all, i’ve been saving recipes to make for so long… i couldn’t help making as many as i could, especially since it’ll be our last meal together for a while.”
“it’s… beautiful,” you exclaimed, looking at the variety. there were only 5 dishes, but between you both, it was plenty of food to last for days. what caught your eye though was the fruitcake, right in the middle on an elevated cake plate.
you remembered telling him a long time ago about how you used to have it for christmas with your family when you were young, the taste of the sweet fruit cutting through the bready loaf deliciously. and you certainly didn’t think sungho would’ve remembered, but the fact that he did, and even went as far as making it for you both, warmed your heart.
next to the cake sat a bowl of gravy, white and speckled with black peppery dots, and biscuits next to it with butter glistening atop. the salad he’d just made was colorful, leafy greens mixing in with pomegranate maroons, as the shades of the festivity shone through a simple dressing. and whether you ate it or not, sungho had to have a meat dish, so a perfectly cooked steak decorated a cutting board, his favorite cranberry jam on the side. last but not least, a home cooked fried rice never went wrong between you both, one of the most comforting meals you’ve come to love simply because of the way your boyfriend makes it.
the combination of foods was a bit odd, but you could sense how much care went into every single item on the table.
“come, sit!” sungho beamed, proud of how much he was able to make while you were busy. he hoped it was enough to cheer you up, but also didn’t want to bring up anything to remind you of how you may have done on your exam hours ago—though he believed you aced it, but he knew better than to insist his thoughts upon you.
you took another moment just to take in the sight, finally sitting down on the chair he had pulled out. “everything looks so good. i can’t wait to dig in.” you paused for a moment, smiling slightly before looking at him. “but baby, you didn’t ha—”
“shh,” he put his finger on your lips to quieten you, “don’t ever say that. how many times do i have to remind you? i want to. so just sit back and relax, eat until you’re full, and then we’re gonna cuddle and watch a movie until we fall asleep, okay?”
you nod, his finger still on you, after which he takes it off. your smile widens as you look at the food, but you saw his love more than anything in it all.
“thank you, sungho.”
“you’re very welcome, y/n.” he smiled too. “now eat! the movie isn’t going to wait for us!”
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A/N: hi guys! so idk much about christmas, but i tried to include what i could... i had to ask rosy @taestulipss for help (THANK YOU SO MUCH) 😭 nonetheless, i hope you guys enjoyed this fic as you all have been (hopefully) enjoying the rest of them as they get released. and with mine, comes the end of step 2! look forward to step 3 💗 also check out the main collab masterlist for fics you may have missed ^^
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ask (on @ilysungho): ... can I ask for sungho x uni student reader where she’s studying hard for her exams but all sungho wants is for her to pay attention to him (clingy sungho = cutest sungho) contains: clingy bf!sungho x uni student gn partner!reader, fluff
“when will you be done?”
“i told you babe! give me until after my exam, then i’m all yours.”
you could practically hear his pout as he hums, turning around to go back to the kitchen. he’s trying everything to pry you off your studies, from playing your favorite show to cooking delicious meals. but you couldn’t afford to be distracted, and no matter how much you loved your boyfriend, he can get too clingy at times…
ten minutes later, he’s back in your room, standing behind your chair before slumping over to hug your neck. “i miss you so much baby, why did you have to study about… all that…? taking my time away from my precious love....”
sitting in his embrace, you try not to give up on studying, but he makes it so hard with his cute voice and choice of words.
“fine! we can cuddle, but only for half an hour, okay?”
he chimes at your words, helping you stand before properly hugging you. he doesn’t let go for even a second as you both make your way to the bed, huddling into the blankets as he keeps you close.
contains: doctor husband sungho x wife reader, you both have a 5 y/o daughter, fluff
“dada, is it true that you can hear my heart with this?”
the soft voice of your daughter caught your husband by surprise as he sat at the kitchen counter, papers in hand as his stethoscope was still around his neck. he’d just gotten back from the hospital, in time for dinner as you made the usual.
looking down, sungho first picks her up, helping her sit on the chair next to him as he nods. “yes sweetheart, it helps me hear it all loud and clear. it’s called a ‘stethoscope’.”
“a say-toe-soap?”
both you and sungho chuckled as you heard your child try and attempt such a complex word. she was only 5 to begin with, barely learning words bigger than ‘dinosaur’.
“no baby, say it with me. ‘ste’.”
“stay.”
“‘tho’.”
“thaw.”
“‘scope’.”
“scope.”
“stethoscope.”
“stay-toe-soap!”
you both laugh again, sungho pinching the girl’s cheeks as he just accepts the way his daughter pronounces the tool’s name. then, he took it off, properly putting it on his ears as he brought the chest-piece to his lips, kissing the flat area before putting it on top of her chest. he closed his eyes as you watched how your daughter froze, her lips sealed as she waited for her dad to finish counting.
a minute later, sungho took it off, humming in approval. “good. taking very good care of yourself, aren’t you ms. park?”
“yes i am da— i mean, doctor park!”
“good! you’ll grow up all strong like your dad then? and of course, all beautiful like your mom,” he smiled, turning to see you as your cheeks flared up at the unexpected compliment.
“yes doctor park!”
a/n: stayed up writing this so i could get it out of my system so that i don’t end up thinking about this as i study for my exam 😭 good night <3
okay but lowkey imagine sungho getting scolded by stylist noonas because you got a little tew aggressive with marking his waist. (knowing damn well he was gonna be fitted into a crop) LMAOAOA
a/n: this made me giggle SOOO BADDDD contains: idol!sungho x reader, established relationship (bf/gf), suggestive
"and you know, the stylists yelled at me again, telling me to 'control my girlfriend' because of how you left me all pink and red around my waist." sungho complains with a pout, sulking at the events the occurred earlier today as he thinks about how his outfit had to change from a crop top to a tucked in sleeveless shirt, all because your mouth decided to suck a little harder than usual around his waist. he loved it the night before though, unable to stop you from doing as you pleased despite his music show appearance early the next day.
"i'm so sorry baby," you giggle, trying to apologize but not really able to because of how cute he looked on the video call with you after his performance. he scrunched up his face, like he's trying to show his anger, but ultimately failed to actually do so because it's just impossible to get so mad at you. he loved you too much, and could never deny your wishes, no matter if he had to work the next day. "i'll mark you in places they can't see next time, ok?" you could see how his face reddened, already thinking about the 'next time' as he nods, words stuck in his throat as he bites his bottom lip in thought. he couldn't wait to see where you'd mark him next.
