𝒔𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔 ⋆.˚ when Sunoo looks way too good after a business dinner...
⋆˚✿˖° 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: 𓆩♡𓆪 kim sunoo x fem!reader ୨ৎ
➵ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: kissing, swearing, make-out session, suggestive (but readable), Sunoo being too hot (as the title has said)
─── ❀ [ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ ʟɪʙʀᴀʀʏ] ⋆˙⟡
[notes]: I took one look at Sun on that weverse live and in that TMA performance and i FELL. And it doesn't help when the they were at the Pr*da event and looked... so delectable. No because, I have always had Sun as my bias-wrecker but, my gosh, what the hell- anyway, enjoy <3 not proofread btw
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Oh, Sunoo was magnificent.
You knew that. Everyone knew that. Even he knew that. And how could he not? Mirrors were blessed every morning, people were stunned everyday, and you melted everytime you looked at him. So much so, that you would stand like ice sometimes, freezing your routine just to stare at him. As if you knew there were not enough hours in the day, nor enough minutes to be spared because… life.
But oh was he magnificent.
And it broke one day when Sunoo went to a business dinner one day. You, stupidly oblivious, had been at work and only came back now. It hit eight p.m and your bones physically croaked with age and effort, shoulders tight with knots, and lips sunken with every criticism you had to wade through. The last thing you needed was to be shocked or upset even more.
Therefore, you dropped your bag, waddled to the kitchen, and gave yourself ice water. That's when the door in the hallway jingled again, keys twinkling with excessive charms that screamed Sunoo. At the familiar singing metal, you forgot about the water and hurried out into the hallway to greet him after such a strenuous day.
But—oh.
You were terribly mistaken.
What meant to have calmed you absolutely did the opposite. Standing there with an unbothered stance was Sunoo.
But not just pretty—he looked delectable. His hair brushed back, a few loose like he wanted people to know he was out in the market but not for sale, his foxy eyes sharp as they focused on taking off his polished shoes, his nose angled in the warm light, and his lips glossy, redefined as another target you needed to kiss. Oh, his outfit too. Dark, thin stripes on a charcoal shirt, paired with a midnight tie that made you want to get lost in its void, all tucked into his black pants.
Holy shit.
He looked delicious. You didn't blink and couldn't dare to in fear that you would miss a single frame of his elegance. Your heart hammered, breaking whatever nonchalance you had built when around him. Those stone walls were forgotten and everything was rushing too much—the blood in your ears and the heat prickling pleasantly down your spine.
Sunoo glanced up and grinned in relief at seeing his favourite girl in the world. But then, his smile dropped as he came closer, keys on the table, and saw your lost eyes. “Lovey?”
His voice wasn't enough to break your dazed blinking. Sunoo, the precious soul, thought he did something wrong. To you, he had. But he didn't know that. Once in front of you, he cupped your face gently, inducing heat waves to lash your cheeks. He smiled again, coaxing.
“You good?”
“How dare you ask me that?”
Sunoo, bewildered, blinked fast. “Excuse me?”
You stepped back fast, cheeks burning and your palms slapped over them dramatically. The cold in your fingers brought you back down to earth. And you huffed, finally straightening before a bewildered boyfriend. He raised both eyebrows. “Did I do something wrong?”
“Oh don't do that—” you uttered, wildly gesticulating as you stepped back again. Being near him burned something dangerous within. And one more step, one more touch—the fuse would melt and whatever creature came out because of him would be let loose.
“Don't do what, lovey?” Sunoo asked again, daring to step closer, arms out like he was offering a hug if you wanted. You weren't falling for it at all and blenched away from the danger. Looking almost offended, Sunoo slumped. “What the heck, Y/n?”
At his obliviousness, you almost jumped him, but held yourself back because that would've defeated the whole purpose. So, you stepped back more and more and, in return, Sunoo walked towards you more and more. His hands hovered in a peace offering, eyes soft and yearning. You almost broke.
“You can't just… just…—”
“Just what?” Sunoo breathed, genuinely concerned.
“You can't look so fucking hot and expect me to breathe normally!” You snapped, and instantly covered your mouth in embarrassed realisation. Sunoo froze, suddenly iced with shock, but it melted into smug delight. Like velvet wrapped around his eyes and he was about to make you wear it too.
“I look fucking hot?” Sunoo mused, shoulders straighter and wider as he strolled over slowly, testing the fuse sparking in your skin. It tingled every goosebump in your body and your throat went dry. This wasn't good. Not pleased with your silence, he backed you up into the cold wall, making it all too aware of the fire licking up your spine, and tilted up your chin with a crooked finger.
Like this, your hitched breaths hit his chin, fanning his glossy lips that you wanted to eat. That embarrassed you even more. He grinned, wolfish.
“Babe, you didn't need to avoid me like that. Usually, me being hot does the opposite of… walking back into walls,” said Sunoo, flickering to the plain wall you were trying to morph back into. You gulped, throat dry with want and warmth.
“S-shut up.” You squeaked, and he gripped your chin more, fingers closing under your jaw with his long fingers. Another shattered breath. Another one of his devious smiles.
“Nah, I need to hear your perspective. Instead of, I don't know, appreciating your boyfriend like you want to, you're purposely moving away,” he said, stepping closer, leaning down until his glossy lips feathered over your nose. Naturally, you lifted your lips to connect them.
Sunoo halted you and dipped his nose to your cheek instead, earning a stupid whine from your throat. “Sunoo…”
“That's what I thought,” said Sunoo, his nose trailing a path up your temple and kissing you there. His hands snaked around your waist, taking you from the wall's hold and crushed your torso to his. In return, you dug your face into his neck.
He smelled like rich daisies dipped in pine or something. So heavy that it sat in your nose and trapped you there. Sunoo hugged you tighter, hands resting on your lower back like home. “So, are you going to keep moving away?”
“Nope. I'm stuck to you for life now,” you whispered, nearly swaying with him. Sunoo giggled at that, eyes turning into crescent moons.
“Really? I won't complain then,” said Sunoo, tucking a strand behind your ear before taking your chin again. He stared down at your parted lips, the way your eyes shimmered and twinkled for him, and he hummed, smirking. Your cheeks lit aflame again, your mind totally gone from earth and orbiting him instead.
“So pretty.” He leaned down and softly pressed his lips to yours. To which, you obviously reciprocated. Greedily, your hands snaked and tugged his nape down until he devoured your lips, molding into the oxygen you breathed and exhaling the love budding in your body. Sunoo groaned softly, easily picking you up until your legs wrapped around his waist—which you were oh so jealous of—all while his lips threaded with yours.
Strawberry gloss. You whined softly and kissed him deeper, departing for a second only to rejoin because he rekindled your will to live and cherish him. Sunoo, equally as needy, pressed you up against the wall to free his hands. Immediately, they connected to your thighs, roaming them like he needed to uncover every spot that blossomed with warmth.
A quiet groan left you again and by the time you departed, head thrown back, Sunoo dragged his strawberry lips down your jaw, down the smooth curve of your neck until he discovered the spot making you gasp.
“Sunoo… you look so amazing,” you admitted again, as if he didn't know it. Chuckling against your neck, he nipped your skin, bruising it and pulling another surprised squeak from you.
“So do you.”
“Oh please,” you said with a scoff, meeting the amber eyes that glowed in the dim light. “I'm dressed like I'm ready to send an eviction notice to someone.” In fact, wearing office pants and a white shirt wasn't the most appealing in your eyes. Not to mention how the wind messed your hair.
He gripped your thighs tighter and your breath shattered on his chin when your hips kissed his.
“I don't care if you're in your pyjamas, or work clothes,” he said, hands bordering dangerously to your underthighs. “You look fucking hot too.”
A silence fell over the both of you, barbed with something electric and it was about to set you off. You simply kissed him again and he obliged.
But this time, he managed to carry you into the bedroom and firmly shut the door behind him.
All you could remember was his strawberry lips.
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⋆˚࿔ [NOTES]: okay, so can you tell I wanted to jump Sunoo throughout this whole fic? I WILL jump Kim Sunoo and I WILL steal his lip gloss!
S𝐲n𝐨p𝐬i𝐬: Where you want to surprise your boyfriend for his birthday. 𐙚 ₊˚⊹♡ [𝐄𝐍𝐇𝐀 𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐕𝐄] ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚
𖤐⭒๋࣭ [Nadii notes]: Yall, I know it's late, but I couldn't resist writing for my man lmao. REBLOGS are appreciated and so are COMMENTS.
☰ ❛❛Warnings!: kissing, skinship, swear word (like 1)𐙚
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You had it all planned out. Sunoo's birthday had to be something unique, something you haven't done before. You want him to melt into butterflies once he sees what you have planned.
Therefore, it brings you to now. You're waiting for Sunoo to come out the shower, swinging your legs off the bed and pouting deeply.
The plan should get to work if Sunoo ever came out of the damn bathroom.
"Sunoo?" You called out from the bed, whining almost. A hum came from the bathroom, as if to let you know he was right there. You gave out an exasperated groan, whining his name once more.
"Sunoo, baby?"
"Yn, I'm right there, I swear." He reassured you and came out as he sensed your growing impatience. Once the door opened, Sunoo appeared with his green sweater, denim jeans, and blonde locks that unfurled messily over his forehead, but it made him all the more adorable.
"Finally..." you pouted as you got up, throwing your arms cheekily around Sunoo's neck, your soft smile reflecting the crescent appearing in his eyes. He bent down to kiss you on the nose before playfully scowling at you.
"Why are you so eager, angel?" Sunoo inquired, tilting his head and giving the perfect angle to see his amber eyes.
Before you got distracted, you poked his full cheek. "It's a surprise. A double surprise."
"A double surprise?" Sunoo repeated incredulously, running a hand down your sides to rest on your waist. Enthusiastic, you nodded, to which he nodded in defeat.
"I'm sceptical, but I trust you."
"Good, because I'm your girlfriend," you snorted before leaving his embrace to, instead, intertwine your fingers with his and pull him along.
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"Yn, where are you taking me? People are going to think I'm being kidnapped," Sunoo murmured with a demure chuckle following after. You slapped his back lightly at his joke. He whined.
"Ah, yes, a girl is definitely kidnapping her boyfriend. You're so dramatic, Sun." You pulled his hand as he had a hand over his own eyes. He didn't dare disobey you, knowing how sulky you would become if he had 'ruined' the surprise.
"Okay, well, don't trip me, angel," Sunoo uttered dramatically as you dragged him along. In return, you gave a scoff. You are always careful with Sunoo, you thought as he tripped when he stepped into a pothole.
Sunoo yelped, stumbling as you mercilessly pulled him along. "Yn- slow down-."
"We're here! You can open your eyes," you said, totally ignoring his pout. Begrudgingly, Sunoo uncovered his eyes to see a photo booth studio, the brown letters staring out to him in the reserved street.
When he looked inside, it was scarce of people, only the receptionist walking around. Peering at his face, you saw the ghost of a tender smile lingering on his lips, the face he had when he saw the sunrise for the first time.
"Do you like it?" You asked quietly, glancing up at him. He only replied with a dramatic gesture by cupping your face, looking serious as ever.
"Angel, I love it. I love anything you give me," Sunoo replied with the utmost firm voice ever. It made a deep flutter in your chest emanate across your body, and a heat grew up your neck from how he was holding you.
With a shy smile, you took his wrists and detached his hands from your face. "I'm glad-."
Before you could finish, Sunoo was the one dragging you inside, and impish grin on his plump lips.
After quickly registering your name, you and him entered a small room with one side having accessories of vibrant colours, including sunglasses, plushies and bizarre hats, and the other side with a camera that had the small remote attached. The backdrop was a simple white, and Sunoo led you in further, totally gravitating towards the colours like a child.
"Angel, we need to try these sunglasses!" Sunoo exclaimed as he ran to the accessories and held out red love heart glasses, the tinted glass having 'XO' on separate panels of the plastic. You giggled as he slid them on you, and he did the same.
"Do I look good?" Sunoo leaned down to your height, making you leave a fleeting kiss on his lips as a response.
"You always look good," you said, ignoring his flustered, little smile as you pulled yourself away to explore. The 1 hour session made you eager to start the pictures, wanting enough memories to be made and engraved in your heart.
So, you and Sunoo began taking pictures. With the remote in his hand, he took many: he took one standing behind you, giving the warmest hugs around your waist, his chin on your shoulder. Another one where you were on his back, and he carried you (though you helped take the picture since he was doing the work).
And another where he was sitting on a stool, his gaze on you when he craned his neck up, amber eyes fluttering to meet yours. Before you pressed the button to take a picture, you leaned down and found his rosy lips before the flash went off. His sneaky hands pulled you between his legs, encircling around your waist and continuing a heartfelt kiss, lips moving softly.
"You're so sweet, angel, just like your lips..." Sunoo murmured against your burning face, eyes closed even when he left a minimal gap between the two of you. A flutter erupted from your stomach, and you tightened your hold around his neck, hugging him.
"You deserve it, Sun. Seriously." You kissed his nose, running your fingers through the unkempt but charming mess of his blond hair, and he hummed, a smile tugging at his lips.
You took the photo, and he chuckled. Spinning you around, he made you sit between his legs on the small available space for you. Obliging, you sat there comfortable, his broad torso pressed against your back, a hand resting softly on your thigh.
"You're a little handsy today," you commented, teasing him as you readjusted your hair on your shoulders to frame your face right. A bashful giggle escaped his lips, pressing against the soft skin of your neck, the warmth of his breath making you smile.
"Can't help it when you're so pretty. And when I love you, you know?"
You shook your head in feign annoyance, a smile betraying how your heart ached for more of his precious words. Fiddling with the remote, he finally got into position, chin resting on your shoulder, 1 arm around your waist whilst the other rested on your hip. And honestly, it was one of your favourite pictures when you and him were choosing which ones to take away.
It was strenuous to choose which ones to take home. It felt as if you had to choose your favourite kids (if you and Sunoo ever had any) and you failed to pick a small amount.
Even if you had a similiar one of him in the same position, the only difference being his chaste kiss on your neck, you still bought both.
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"What else are you planning? I swear, Angel, if i don't see gold in my present, I would be thinking you're ignoring me." Sunoo rested his back against the door. You were currently locked in the shared bedroom, not letting him in, but he heard an awful lot of scurrying within.
"Angel? What are you hiding in there?"
"Sun, be patient! I'm nearly done!"
Sunoo gave out a doleful and exaggerated sigh, loud enough for you to hear.
Deciding you were done with your present, and his sighs, you went to the door and opened it, welcoming him in. Sunoo finally pushed himself off the wall and glanced at you.
"Finally, Angel. What were you-."
Sunoo paused when he saw something on the bed. Surrounded by scraps of paper, there was a book, little bits of paper sticking out. It was a ringed book, a plastic cover encasing it. Enraptured, Sunoo sat on the bed, nearing the small, ringed object and seeing his name in a green gel pen. And below that, a polaroid stuck beneath displaying you on one of your first dates.
You watched with a held breath as Sunoo opened the book, eyes glistening with interest as he peered into the first page. All pictures and words of affirmation and memories written into the paper, the ink and the washi tapes with a multitude of stickers stuck in the corners, displaying each milestone of yours and his relationship. Each one revived a memory locked away in his mind, reliving promises and shared, intimate moments.
His silence was a little nerve-wracking, and you thought that he was going to give you a deadpan expression of disappointment. But, upon reaching the last page, he saw the pictures you and him took today, and he froze. A little message was written on the side.
'Dear, Sunoo.
Before you cry because I'm an AMAZING girlfriend, let me appreciate you first. I enjoy your clumsy moments, and the photos you send me when you're away, and your long voice messages that exceed 5 minutes (idc because I love your voice), and your hugs.
I wouldn't trade it for anything. I realised how important these photos were to me. And how else to show my happiness than through scrapbooking it? I purposely got a ringed notebook so we can add more photos. And made sure it was small, so you can carry it around when you miss me.
Kim Sunoo, I declare I love you more than anything (tho, you already knew that). Happy Birthday, my love <3
When Sunoo finished reading the message, he sniffled, his eyes already blurring with tears, an endearing pout on his lips. You thought he was upset, but when you approached him, he immediately tackled you to the bed and you landed with an 'oof'.
"Fvck- Sunoo, are you okay?" You lifted your head from the bed to see him buried into your neck, hugging you as if you were his saviour. Only then did you feel the tears on your shoulder. In an instant, you sat up.
"Sun..?" You lifted his face, and he wiped his tears with your thumbs, an earnest smile on his lips as he cupped your face back, memorising the way you gazed at him with worry and genuine concern.
"Do you like it?" You asked quietly, holding onto his wrists gently. Sunoo scoffed, wiping his tears and started attacking your face with elated kisses at every corner and surface of your skin.
"Okay- you do like it." You laughed as he kissed your jaw with pecks of his heartfelt love and gratitude. Finally, with one swift movement, he kissed you deeply on the lips, hovering over you on the bed with his fingers cradling your face.
The butterflies fluttering in your stomach could not be contained, and you breathed into the kiss, your hands clutched his green cardigan that fell off his shoulder. A warmth sparking undeniable electricity from you to him, and in that small gesture of one kiss, you felt as if you didn't need a photo to capture this particular moment because it was already burned into your mind.
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A/n: can someone reenact this with me 😓 also, I know Sunoo's birthday was nearly a month ago, but oh well😀
