synopsis :: under the full moon you would not wish to be anywhere but your lover's embrace as you worship each other with no restraint.
tags :: blood play, you bite each other, suggestive n lowkey filthy (girl who wont write smut but somehow will cook this btw), SUNOO (he needs a tw of his own smh).
A/N: leave it to me to abandon fics that I'm working on to write shit like this 😭 #ineedhimsobad (also not proofread so sorry for any errors!)
The sky that once carried azure blues and a beaming sun was now bathed in a dark cloak, murk surrounding you with only the full moon to tell tales.
And the moon saw it all, casting its light almost as a seal to the promises made under it.
Your senses heightened, too aware of every breath, heartbeat, and brush of the wind on your skin, goosebumps rising but somehow it wasn't from the breeze against your skin, how could it be just that when his eyes followed you like prey.
His eyes no longer carried their steady warmth, nothing but crimson desire in his vision.
But tonight the moonlight guided you to one another, a magnetic pull that made your blood rush.
"You're awfully quiet." You finally spoke, breaking the tension in the air.
"Just observing." Sunoo whispered, inching closer to you, all too alluring in his steps leaving you hypnotized.
"What are you observing?" Your noses touching now, never once broking eye contact, silently challenging his fierce gaze.
"My favorite treat." His confession settling on deep in your skin, his fangs graze your bottom lip, a faint trail of blood followed that his tongue lapped all greedily. Eyes peering right into your soul as if to capture it.
Your hands moved with care and intention before you dug your long sharp nails deeper into his skin until he whimpered, red streaks blooming, he was addicted to the pain, your hands settled on his raven hair, tugging just right until more delicious sounds left his lips.
"My turn." You whisper into his ear, fangs brushing along his beautiful fair skin, your touch light but purposeful.
You drank up every soft gasp that left his lips, your favorite melody.
Your lips left marks in their wake until his skin bloomed with your love.
The perfect muse and canvas.
His hands held your hips firmly, suddenly he turned you around until your back met his chest.
His lips hovered over your ear, blowing air gently, pleased with how sensitive you were.
Sunoo took a deep inhale of your skin, head buried into your neck, your scent intoxicating, better than any drug.
He was completely wrapped around your fingers and you were no different.
Sharp fangs trailing against your skin, mimicking your earlier mannerism. He licked a fat stripe where he knew you were the most responsive, canines piercing into the same spot shortly after.
"S-sunoo.. ngh.." Your breathless pleas fall into deaf ears, only you never wanted him to stop.
He only hummed, the vibrations made you fall more into a haze where only you two existed with the moon as your witness.
Your hand that held onto his own slowly shifted, he offered you his wrist and who were you to deny your pretty boy?
Your sharp teeth poke into his delicate skin, the sweet taste of his blood filing your mouth, blood smeared all over your lips, but what made it better was the sweet sounds leaving his lips.
You both were consumed with total need; the need to devour each other.
When you pull back, your lungs screamed for oxygen but you couldn't care less, lips finding his own in a messy kiss that was chaotic, teeth clashing and blood mixing with spit in a filthy dance that you both never wanted to end.
His right hand remained on your hip, grip almost bruising but if it wasn't for that your knees would have met the cold floor already.
Suddenly he turned you around, facing him again. His lips refused to leave your own for a fraction longer. Free hand grabbing your neck, pressure just right to angle you however he pleased.
"Mine. Mine. All mine." His words possessive between each bloody kiss only made you moan louder.
His hand tapped your thigh, understanding what he meant, you jumped into his strong arms, legs wrapped around him tightly, he carried you to your shared bed.
The satin sheets cold against your burning bodies. Vision clouded with utter and raw sin.
His tongue fought your own for dominance, the obscene sounds from your sloppy kiss echoed on the walls. Blood smearing further.
His hands guided your hips to his that had a mind of their own, you chased after his body not bearing a second with any room between you two.
You were nowhere near done with each other and the night was still young.
The door clicked shut with a heavy finality. It was not loud, but somehow, it echoed through the halls like a warning.
He was home.
You could feel him before you heard him—Kim Sunoo always carried silence in his bones, but it was never cold to you. To you, he brought gravity, a different kind of warmth—dangerous but entirely yours.
You stood by the stove in a loose maternity dress, bare feet planted firmly on cool tiles, stirring the pot as steam rose. The smell of garlic and herbs filled the air, and behind it, the low hum of a quiet house preparing for the night was almost idyllic.
And then you felt it—his lips, warm and firm, brushing the bare skin of your shoulder.
You gasped softly, more from the electric awareness of him than the surprise. "Sunoo…" you whispered.
His hands moved slowly, reverently, resting over the swell of your stomach—his fourth child growing within you.
His voice was low, rough, laced with exhaustion and something heavier, darker. “You smell like home.”
You turned slightly, still stirring, and looked him over your shoulder, soft but knowing. He looked wrecked. His suit jacket was unbuttoned, and his tie hung loose. There was something hardened in his eyes tonight, a tension you recognized too well.
“Long day?” you asked gently.
He didn’t answer. He didn’t need to.
His hand moved in slow, comforting circles on your belly, grounding himself in the weight of what was real. What was his?
What was safe?
“You okay?” you asked again, turning the stove off, carefully setting the ladle aside. You faced him, and he dipped his head to kiss your lips. It lingered.
“I am now,” he murmured into your mouth.
You smiled, placing your hands on his chest, letting him hold you like he’d fall apart otherwise.
Then, you whispered, “Go find your daughters, Sunoo. They’re hiding from you.”
A single breath of laughter left him quiet and almost unbelieving, like he didn’t deserve this peace.
He didn’t argue. He kissed you on the temple and slipped out of the kitchen.
The house had gone unusually quiet. Sunoo’s polished shoes padded along hardwood floors, the walls lined with framed family photos—his trophies in a world where softness was weakness.
It was Soleia who gave herself away first.
A muffled giggle came from behind the heavy curtains in the living room, followed by the tiniest rustle of fabric.
He padded, crouched low, and whispered, “Is there a princess hiding in my castle?”
Another giggle. Then, there was a shriek of laughter as Soleia burst out, brown curls bouncing, arms wide open. “DADDY!”
He caught her mid-leap, spinning her once before holding her tight.
“Gotcha,” he murmured, kissing her cheek, the only place she’d let him without pulling away lately. She was four now, opinionated and wild, just like her mother.
She leaned in and whispered, “Sovyn’s in the laundry room, but don’t tell Mommy I told.”
He tapped her nose. “Squeaky mouse.”
Her giggle was conspiratorial. She bolted toward the kitchen, yelling, “I found me, Mommy!”
Sunoo headed toward the laundry room, pushing the door open gently.
And there she was.
Little Sovyn, a one-year-old still chubby and shy, her hair in puffy pigtails, sat solemnly on a low stool in an oversized T-shirt and a soggy diaper. Bare feet swung above the ground. She was quietly chewing gummy bears, holding the bag like precious gold.
He crouched to her level.
“Sovie…” he said softly.
She looked up at him with wide eyes, blinked once, then slowly held up a gummy bear to him in offering.
His chest cracked.
He leaned in, kissed her head, and whispered, “Thank you, honey.”
He picked her up, and she melted into him instantly. She lay her head on his shoulder, one tiny arm around his neck, and a bag of gummies was still in her hand.
He was halfway to the dining room when he heard the slap-slap of tiny hands and knees on tile.
There she was—his youngest.
Saeun, just eight months old, crawled across the hallway like a little lady on a mission, her smiley-face onesie riding up her roly-poly thighs. Her binky bobbed up and down with each grunt of effort.
Sunoo let out a breathy chuckle, just barely.
“You too, huh?”
He squatted and she flopped into his arms with a triumphant squeal, her weight surprising for such a small body. Chubby and soft and glowing, like all good things in the world had been crammed into her.
He kissed her cheek, now complete with drool, but he didn’t care.
He returned to the dining room with Sovyn on his hip, Saeun in his arms, and Soleia skipping at his side. You had the table set, your hands still on your belly as you watched them approach.
Soleia’s booster seat was already in place. Sovyn and Saeun’s high chairs were side-by-side, matching bibs hanging from each one.
You looked up and smiled, glowing—really, truly glowing. “Found them?”
Sunoo stared at you, his arms full of life, and something in him cracked again, deeper this time.
He blinked hard, jaw tight. “Yeah,” he said hoarsely. “All of them.”
And for just one moment, as he sat down and watched you pour soup into bowls, laughter bubbling around him, Sunoo let the blood and betrayal of his world slip away.
He was not a king of cruelty in this house- his sanctuary. He was just a man, lost in the kingdom of soft things.
Dinner was warm.
The soft clinking of silverware and the occasional babble of Saeun filled the dining room with a calm rhythm—domestic, mundane, the kind of thing Sunoo never thought he’d get to have.
You sat across from him, belly round, glowing from the kitchen's heat and something more profound. Your hair was slightly damp from the steam, the way it stuck to your temples in tendrils. He couldn’t stop looking. He didn’t want to.
Soleia sat in her booster seat, swinging her legs back and forth as she narrated a made-up story involving a unicorn and a talking sandwich, her spoon clutched in one hand as broccoli went largely ignored.
Saeun was happily slapping her tray, squealing through her binky, squishing peas into the cupholder of her high chair.
And then there was Sovyn.
Your chubby one-year-old sat with her arms folded across her belly, glaring mournfully at the two lonely broccoli florets on her pink baby plate. The open now confiscated bag of gummy bears sat on the counter behind you, just within view, but miles out of reach.
“No more gummies until the broccoli’s gone,” you said gently, holding a sippy cup to her mouth for a quick sip. “Two bites, baby. That’s it.”
Sovyn let out the softest, whiniest whimper, turning her head away dramatically. Her pout was exaggerated, cheeks puffed, lips in a perfect wobble.
Sunoo reached over with one large hand and gently caressed her cheek with his thumb. “Don’t act like the world’s ending, Sovie. Just two little trees.”
She looked up at him with big eyes, bottom lip stuck out like it weighed a pound.
Sunoo chuckled under his breath—deep and soft, the kind of laugh he only gave to his girls.
“Eat your broccoli,” he murmured, “and Daddy will tell you where I hid the backup gummies.”
Her eyes widened slightly at that, gears turning in her little toddler brain. She looked down at the plate, back at him, then back at you for confirmation.
You raised an eyebrow, suppressing a smile. “Only if she actually eats it.”
With great drama and effort, Sovyn picked up one piece, opened her mouth like it was the world's end, and chomped down.
Sunoo leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, watching her with a smug little grin. “There’s my tough girl.”
“Just like her daddy,” you teased.
Sunoo’s gaze flicked to you, and for a second, the room went quieter, even though the girls were still chattering and babbling. He looked at you like he’d never quite recover from how you always managed to say the right thing.
Sovyn munched the second floret slowly, clearly expecting applause.
“Good job, baby,” you said, clapping once, then standing with a slight groan to grab the gummy bears from the counter.
Soleia gasped. “She finished?! That’s not fair, she didn’t eat hers last time!”
“Leia,” Sunoo said with a low warning tone. “Don’t be a grumpasaurus. You want gummies, finish your plate.”
She scowled at her carrots like they’d betrayed her soul. “Being a big sister is so hard.”
You laughed softly as you handed Sovyn the rest of the gummies—five tiny bears—and she hugged the bag to her chest like she’d been through a war.
You leaned over and kissed the top of her head, then turned to check on Saeun, who had now managed to drop her sippy cup and was banging her spoon with great pride.
“Chaos,” you muttered fondly, brushing mashed peas off her forehead.
Sunoo stood then, walking around the table toward you. His hand instinctively found the small of your back, grounding himself with your warmth.
You looked up at him with a tired but full smile.
“You okay?” you asked quietly.
He didn’t answer right away. Just stared at you like he was cataloging the moment. Your soft eyes, the giggles behind you, the home that you built for him—the only safe place he had left in the world.
“I’m not okay out there,” he whispered low, only for you to hear. “But I’m always okay here.”
You leaned into him, resting your head against his chest.
“Then stay longer,” you said.
Sunoo closed his eyes. Held you tighter. And for just that moment, with your daughters laughing around the table and your hand resting on his, he did. He stayed.
Dinner had melted into soft giggles and sleepy eyes. Soleia was slumped sideways in her booster seat, singing a nonsense song about broccoli pirates, while Sovyn was curled up in her high chair, clutching her empty gummy bear bag like a stuffed animal, head nodding.
You cleaned gently around them, belly swaying with each movement, keeping an eye on all three girls like a conductor to her quiet orchestra of chaos.
Saeun, however, had other plans.
She was grunting.
Loudly.
Red-faced, cheeks puffed like steamed buns, binky hanging from one corner of her mouth, legs kicking against the tray. Her signal was clear: Milky time. Now.
You looked over your shoulder at Sunoo, who was still standing near you, hands in his pockets, eyes on you like he was etching every part of the moment into memory.
You gave him a knowing smile.
“Your turn,” you said sweetly, nodding toward the squirming chonker. “Go handle milky time.”
His eyebrows raised. “Me?”
You tilted your head, teasing. “You know she drinks more with you anyway. I think she likes how deep your voice gets when you hum.”
Sunoo sighed, dragging a hand over his face dramatically—but the ghost of a smile tugged at his lips.
He walked over and unbuckled Saeun from her high chair. She squealed excitedly when she was lifted, doughy baby folds kicking as her little arms clung to his shirt.
“Alright, I hear you,” he murmured, kissing the top of her soft hair. “Milkasaurus.”
You handed him the warmed bottle, already prepared in its usual spot on the counter.
He took it, held Saeun in the crook of his arm like instinct, and settled into the soft armchair in the corner of the room—her usual milky throne.
You watched them from across the kitchen, your heart tugging at the gentle way this man—this cold, ruthless man to the world—looked down at your baby girl with such devotion.
He adjusted her onesie sleeve so it didn’t bunch up under her chin. Pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. Then popped the bottle gently into her mouth.
Saeun latched with a breathy sigh of satisfaction, eyes fluttering halfway closed.
“There we go,” he whispered, barely audible.
His large hand cradled her head, thumb brushing back and forth, and his lips moved silently, murmuring something to her, maybe a lullaby, perhaps a promise you’d never be allowed to hear.
You didn’t disturb them.
Just watched as the stone-faced man you married—who once painted the walls red for revenge—became nothing more than a father with his third daughter in his arms, singing quietly to her while the world outside went dark.
You walked past Soleia, brushing a kiss to her head as you lifted Sovyn gently into your arms. Her cheek stuck slightly to the tray from drool.
She mumbled, “Daaaddy...” before falling limp on your shoulder.
Sunoo glanced up at you, Saeun barely gulping, drifting between sleep and peace.
You mouthed, I love you.
He didn’t respond. Just stared at you for a beat too long… then mouthed back, Mine.
The night settled deeper into the corners of the house, dim lights casting long shadows that felt more like warmth than darkness. The scent of dinner still lingered faintly, but the real glow came from the way the living room buzzed quietly with the leftover energy of the girls—soft giggles, tiny footsteps, and baby babbles echoing in the space like lullabies.
Sovyn was cradled in your arms and mumbling in her toddler dialect—half-words, made-up songs, sweet nonsense only a mother could translate. Her head leaned against your chest, gummy bear bag still clutched loosely in one hand.
Sunoo stood nearby, gently bouncing a sleepy Saeun on his shoulder. Her tiny, chubby fist was tangled in the collar of his shirt, and her milky breath was warm against his neck.
You walked slowly toward him with Sovyn, your voice hushed but affectionate. “She’s fighting it,” you whispered with a small smile. “But I think she’s ready to crash.”
Sovyn babbled again softly, like she disagreed.
Sunoo smiled, slow and tired, and bent slightly to kiss her forehead tenderly. His lips lingered longer than necessary, and he whispered, “Night-night, little bear. No more gummy riots, okay?”
Sovyn let out a sleepy giggle, as if in agreement, her fingers finally releasing the crinkled bag with a quiet sigh.
You gently tucked the bag into your pocket.
“Soleia,” you called out to the final whirlwind still awake.
Your oldest looked up from where she’d been reorganizing her collection of colourful scrunchies on the rug.
“Come say goodnight to Daddy and Saeun, baby.”
She hopped up, dragging her glittery slippers across the floor before padding to Sunoo and standing on tiptoes.
Sunoo bent down to meet her halfway. She kissed his cheek quickly, then leaned in to press a feather-light kiss to baby Saeun’s fat hand.
“Goodnight, Daddy. Goodnight, Saea,” she whispered.
“Goodnight, princess,” Sunoo replied, ruffling her curls. “Be good for Mommy upstairs.”
Soleia nodded with the seriousness of a general. Then, her smaller hand reached and took yours, fingers curling trustingly around your own.
You smiled softly, your other arm still complete with a half-asleep Sovyn, and gave Sunoo a lingering glance.
“We’ll brush teeth, get jammies on, read the sleepy bunny book, and then—hopefully—lights out.”
“Call me if they riot again,” he murmured teasingly.
You rolled your eyes with a grin. “You mean if Soleia riot leads and Sovyn follows?”
“Exactly.”
You gave a tired little chuckle and kissed the top of Saeun’s head, careful not to wake her, then whispered to Sunoo, “I’ll meet you in bed.”
His eyes softened, like they always did when you reminded him this life—this chaos, this calm—wasn’t a dream that you were real. That all of it was his.
“Don’t take too long,” he murmured, rocking Saeun gently.
You nodded, already walking toward the stairs with Soleia tugging your hand and Sovyn snoring lightly on your shoulder.
As you reached the top of the stairs, you turned for just one last look.
Sunoo stood quietly, swaying slowly with Saeun on his chest, the softest smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. The firelight flickered against his jaw, casting golden shadows, making him look like a war-torn god softened only by love.
Your love.
And down there in the golden quiet, surrounded by the aftermath of tiny feet and bedtime giggles, he waited—your hubby. Waiting for you to come back home.
SYNOPSIS ≕ With their new relationship beginning, the only thing these two want to do is explore each other. But for Sunghoon, being as patient and as careful as possible for his Sunoo is of the utmost importance.
WARNING ≕ Suggestive (using tongue, making out). Read at your own discretion !
WORD COUNT ≕ 8.0k
AUTHOR'S NOTE ≕ THIS HAS BEEN SITTING IN MY DRAFTS FOR THE LONGEST. I was really nervous to post this because I have seen zero member x member (enhypen anyways) stories on here, and I didn't want to be the first lol. This was pretty much just fluff when I first wrote this, but then I went back to revise and turn the knob on the spicy, so please enjoy! (also, let me know if a part 2 would be nice..) Tune in tomorrow for day 12 at 10pm CST!
Sunoo knows his life was filled with unimaginable sectors of problems that seemed to make their way out of the woodworks. Whether it was coming quickly or hurdling towards him slowly, Sunoo knows the impact he had to brace for: its suddenness, and without warning.
Any other time stuff like this occurs, It was a ripping of a band-aid and a rush to the bathroom in tears, only on the good days could he hide it behind his puffy cheeks and darling smile. This time, of course, it was the former, but sitting in the same space with other idols didn't leave much room for running and crying.
So Sunoo didn't think of it as a bad thing, he didn't think of it as a reason to make the others worry or to bring about the constant chaos he feels like he always carries. So he plays it out in his mind like seeing a beautiful night sky but only through a picture on your phone and wishing so badly you were there, but it was still nice to see it; he still appreciates that he got the opportunity to bask in its beauty.
Sunghoon was unreachable for the longest time. Sure, he was fun and charismatic and a big ball of clumsy, but behind closed doors, out of the way of cameras, he seemed distant, a bit too quiet, and like he'd rather be anywhere than where he was at that moment. But Sunoo pulled him out of his funk. And it wasn't easy. Sunoo came up with the idea that Sunghoon didn't like to smile unless he had to, He also punctured on the thought that he was too serious for the demeanor and the look that their group was going for.
So Sunoo stepped in and did the best he could. And it worked. Months went by, and soon it was a year later. That same Sunghoon that cooped up in his room was now out and about, taking walks and loved to talk someone's ear off. Sunoo taught him to be patient, to live in the moment, to not take things for granted; and Sunghoon took that to heart.
Sunoo only ever saw Sunghoon as his project to fix, to make him operational enough to become an actual human being and not just some smooth-talking robot. He never thought he would achieve his goal of getting that stoic man to open up and see life as he did, but it worked, it really did.
And now Sunghoon was the best Sunghoon that could've ever lived. He washed away his thought of how life had to be in front of the camera and how he thought he had to act out in public and in front of fans. And with just that short amount of change, Sunghoon saw the way life was like and he loved it and never wanted to go back.
And by then Sunoo thought his mission was complete, there was no need for further night walks and trauma bonding, but by the time he tried to stop, he realized it was the thing he looked forward to the most. And then more months went by and so did his growing admiration for Sunghoon. He didn't ponder much on it cause he didn't believe he had to. He stayed fixed on the notion that Sunghoon was the best big brother that he never had.
And then things appeared to change drastically. The night walks that were only for a few minutes turned to hours. Their conversations seemed to reach a deeper level than Sunoo was willing to admit. He caught himself smiling when the thoughts of Sunghoon drifted through his mind. He realized how badly he wanted to constantly be where Sunghoon was, like a puppy to its owner. And you could've called him crazy, but he felt that Sunghoon wanted to be just as close as he did. Even after their hours spent alone, Sunghoon would suggest they spend the night together in their rooms, waking up the next morning to find the both of them tangled into one another.
And then with no warning, like Sunoo was used to receiving, Sunghoon admitted something to him that came out in a whisper but Sunoo knew he heard correctly. "I like you," and all he could do was blink profusely. And while he was scared to admit it too, he did. Since then, their time together grew increasingly longer than it had already been, Sunoo found it harder not to blush when Sunghoon spoke in interviews or lives, and each morning they found themselves tangled into one another again and again.
Although it seemed picture-perfect, it couldn't be much more than that anywhere they went. Then Sunghoon got the opportunity to be a host, and it was like Sunoo's small flame was being to lose fuel, even growing mad at himself when allegations of Sunghoon and his MC partner were rumored to be dating and he couldn't stop himself from feeling jealous. Even when he knew it was just a rumor, it still struck a chord where it hurt the most.
And that's where his problem lies now.
Bright rays of sunlight escape through the slits that the grand curtains didn't cover. It seems to cascade over Sunghoon like it was written in the stars or something, illuminating the brown highlights in his blonde dyed hair that's swept away from his dark eyes. And he stood on the stage, presenting the different awards with his rumored girlfriend by his side, The light hitting her as well.
Sunoo didn't want to admit it, but she was beautiful, and everything he wasn't. For one, she was a girl, not something that Sunoo ever pondered to be, but he did wish it in his moments with Sunghoon that he'd wake up and magically be one so that the world wouldn't see their love as cruel. She was also tall and slim, her eyes were the perfect almond, her smile was addicting, and her long hair added something to her that Sunoo couldn't put his tongue on, but he knew whatever it was, it caused the adoration for her to reach its pique, and he realized he was correct with how the audience, full of other idols, react when she giggles or makes a mistake. It was like she hypnotized them to laugh with her, to fall for her silly errors and think of it as adorable.
Sunoo fights the urge to gag when the audience cooes at their routine performance, full of touches and hugs and being close in proximity. And it hurt. He watched the person he realized was more than an admiration dance in his perfect outfit with the perfect hair singing with his perfect voice and his perfect smile. The same perfect that Sunoo took credit for making happen, the one thing nobody could take away from him. And yet it didn't matter, cause watching the perfect couple dancing away on the stage took away any contentment that Sunoo felt he had. The only thing he took as a win that day was when it was all over.
He didn't think he was pouting or being distant when they all got back to the dorm. The others hung out in the living room and celebrated, Sunoo found himself fighting the urge to jump in his bed and use his pillow as a tissue and instead felt that sitting at the table as for away as possible would just have to do.
But Ni-Ki is the first one to call him on his bullshit. "We won Sunoo, why are you being mopey?" And the others follow along too, wondering what was with his mood that was usually full of bubbles and laughter. He washes off any sadness that brims to the surface and facades his emotions for the rest of the night.
What good would it do to continue being sad over something so frivolous, Sunoo thought. Sunghoon liked him. That's what he kept repeating in his head. No use being sad over what wasn't or what couldn't be, Sunoo was just happy to continue on his secret rendezvous, he wanted to care less about what others would think.
But it keeps him up all night. What if Sunghoon had said that in the heat of the moment? What if eventually, he'd take back his words? He couldn't help getting sad when he realizes this is one of the very many first nights without Sunghoon. He can't remember his bed being so spacious, since he always complained to Sunghoon that it was too small. The pillow that he left for him was still indented as if waiting for his head to touch it again.
The buzz of his phone shakes him out of his trance only to see the caller ID.
Sunghoon.
He didn't want to answer, he swore in his head he didn't. But he ponders on what Sunghoon could possibly want to talk about at this time of night. Probably nothing different from what they usually talked about at night, but it still made him curious.
So he answers.
Sunoo didn't even get the chance to say hello as Sunghoon speaks first. "You're not sleeping are you?"
"No, I'm not."
"Okay, meet me at our spot." And hung up.
Even if Sunoo is too lazy to get out of bed or too tired to put on clothes, he still does. And he hates that he -- without thinking -- sprays on the perfume that Sunghoon loved, but he has no time to think on it.
With a quick walk down the street, Sunoo arrives at his destination. A quaint little cafe they found hidden behind a larger building. They went every Friday where lattes were fifty percent off, but they usually just shared one, too scared that drinking one alone would cause them to never go to sleep.
When he walks in, his eyes advert to the spot they always sat at, and there he was, as beautiful as ever. Even in only a large jacket and sweatpants, it still caused Sunoo's heart to melt into a gooey mess.
This time, Sunghoon didn't bother getting just one for the both of them, instead, he sips on his drink and has Sunoo's sitting directly across.
When he settled into the booth, they start having their usual conversation.
It's impressive to Sunoo, as someone who usually overthinks, to be with someone like Sunghoon that rarely worried about anything. And when they sit and talk about whatever they could, it occurs to Sunoo that he, once again, worried for no reason. And he tells himself that day and night, not to worry, not to stress, and although it seems easy now, he knows by the next award show when he has to see Sunghoon appear so close to that mesmerizing beauty, the cycle would start all over again.
They talk each other's ears off, having no problem telling one another about anything. After a while, Their drinks are gone, but their mouths are still moving. They're still in conversation when the barista suggests they take it elsewhere as the cafe began to close.
Where they end up taking it, is back to Sunghoon's room, settling on his couch he had begged his manager to get, with waters from his mini-fridge and a throw tucked away on their lower halves to help manage the chills they both got from walking through the cold.
"Ahh, it's so cold," Sunoo's the first to speak, sliding his hands between his legs to warm them up. "Oh, how could it be so cold in the middle of summer?" He fights off the urge to shiver.
"Let me see," Sunghoon's hands reach for Sunoo's and pulls them into his own, using friction from his hot skin to warm the others. He offers a shy smile, the first time tonight that they've touched, not something new, but it still causes the both of their hearts to pound.
Sunoo couldn't hold back the blush that creeps up his cheeks, and he tries his best not to do that giddy smile he always does. It didn't matter how many times Sunghoon touched his hands or arms or legs, it was always like the first time to Sunoo's fragile heart. Even now, he wants to scream in bashfulness and run away until his heart stopped acting weird.
"Can I tell you something?" Sunoo didn't know whether to brace for the worst or the best. Either way, he gives Sunghoon a questioning look and nods slowly.
Sunghoon was hesitant at first, but he opens his mouth to speak. "I wish we would've shared one latte today." His cheeks begin to redden as Sunoo's jaw drops open in surprise.
He can't help but chuckle. "It's okay hyung, we can stay up tonight and watch something!"
"No, it's not that," Sunghoon pulls his hands away out of defeat, but Sunoo catches them in time to slip his fingers into the spaces of the others.
He had no clue what he was doing. If any physical touching was involved between the two of them, it was Sunghoon who initiated. But at that moment, his warm hands had left his and he couldn't bear it.
Now stuck in this act that he can't take back, he thinks of something to say, and quickly. "You can tell me, don't be scared," Sunoo went with the teasing tactic, and oh, how he hopes it works.
Sunghoon gave a lazy huff but speaks. "I always want to share a drink with you, Sunoo,"
And there went that giddy smile Sunoo couldn't hold back, at least he knew his strategy didn't crumble to failure. "Me too."
Sunghoon raised his head to meet Sunoo's gaze and at that moment, he was sure his heart could be heard from underneath his chest.
"Do you really understand what I'm saying?"
"I think I do," the giggle that rises from his throat was unstoppable. In any given situation, Sunoo could count on his shy demeanor spawning out and causing an unwanted laugh.
But Sunghoon laughs too, and it made him feel better.
There was a long pause in the air, Sunghoon lifts himself higher on the couch and turns forward to really meet with Sunoo. "I searched for you in the crowd today," Sunoo couldn't help his eyes going wide at the other's words.
"And when I found you I smiled, only to realize you were looking down, and you were sad. Why?"
Again with a nervous giggle, Sunoo tries to find the right words to say. He didn't mean for Sunghoon to see that. Out of the crowds of idols there, of course, Sunghoon would find him, way in the back. He cursed at Jake in his head for holding up a "We love Sunghoon" poster, the one the member made the night before to tease him.
For one, he was upset, he didn't want Sunghoon worrying while presenting in front of so many people, but on the other hand, he feels adored, reminded that once again, he was so ridiculous for thinking Sunghoon didn't care.
"Oh, it was nothing, I was just hungry." The last thing Sunoo wants to do was to speak about his stupid jealousy of Sunghoon's work partner.
"That's what I thought, but then we ate and you were still upset."
Sunoo didn't realize that the other watched him just as closely as he did. He was lost for words, thinking of anything to come up with.
"Were you upset because of her?" He didn't want to answer, but he thought no answer was still answering.
"No, of course not!" His voice was too high pitch, it came out too rushed. and Sunghoon knows him too well.
"Sunoo, be honest with me."
He takes a long sigh and answers back with half-honesty, still not wanting to worry him, and a bit embarrassed that he even let it get this far.
Sunghoon didn't say anything immediately after and instead sits back in admiration, "So you like me that much that you're jealous?"
Sunoo releases his hands to hit playfully on the other's leg. "Ah, don't say it like that!"
"But is it not true?"
"It is, just don't say it like it's a good thing!" And then they're both caught up in a fit of giggles.
"What I'm trying to say is," Sunghoon manages to contain his composure and sits up to be at Sunoo's height again. "I don't want you to feel like that again. And I think there's a way to get you to never feel like that again,"
And as if on cue, there went Sunoo's heart again, but now it was in his stomach. Anything that could've been anything races through his mind. When Sunghoon inches closer, he thinks of his breath and if his lips were dry or too wet. If Sunghoon was going to kiss him, which he had no problem with, he wants it to be as perfect as ever, like in the movies, like the way he hears stories of other people's first kiss' going.
"My feelings for you are so strong Sunoo, and it'll only grow stronger. I have no idea how to stop them," He reaches for the other's hands and gently glides them into place like they were a second ago.
"Will you let me be yours?"
Sunoo could've screamed, he could've run a marathon, been the fastest to climb mount Everest; that's how much adrenaline was running through his body.
He wonders if he's too pumped he'd wake up and realize it was just a dream. Part of him wishes it was, cause stuff like this was too good to be true.
He knows what he wants to say, but he stays silent and in shock, still surprised that Sunghoon just asked to be his boyfriend. And yes, it was against every policy in the book to date, and part of Sunoo wants to object with that piece of knowledge in his brain but he couldn't.
Instead of words, he lungs toward Sunghoon in an embrace. He wrapped his arms around the other's broad shoulders and he feels hands squeeze around his waist. He didn't mean to cry, but he feels the warm liquids spill down his cheeks.
"So is that a yes?"
"Yes, you punk!" Even in a moment like this, his sarcasm had to have some play in this.
They hug for a long time, longer than Sunoo had intended, but now that Sunghoon was his boyfriend, this was probably the new norm.
After a while, they release from one another and Sunoo wipes at his tears, surprised to see Sunghoon doing the same.
They laugh at each other. "God, I thought you were going to kiss me." Sunoo's tongue slipped, he hadn't meant to be so blunt.
"Oh? You did? I didn't know if you were interested in that or not."
"Oh, I'm interested." Again, his tongue speaks before his brain is ready to.
He's scared when Sunghoon doesn't say anything back, anticipating that the other was interested too. Sunghoon meets Sunoo's and something is different in this stare, like he was analyzing. He feels the way his gaze moved from his eyes to his face, making contact with his cheeks that had to be a deep crimson at this point, to his temples to his nose, and then to his lips, which he didn't mean to suck into his mouth.
He wants Sunghoon to be his first kiss, and he can remember the moment when he realized he did. And now that they were dating, it was pretty much written in the stars.
"Okay." It was too straightforward, too relaxed. Sunoo was freaking out and of course, Sunghoon has to be as easygoing as possible.
"But not right now."
"Ah," Sunoo slumps back on the couch, wanting to crawl into a ball at how badly he wants to kiss the other in this moment.
"Hey," Sunghoon reaches out to pull him back up by the shoulder. "You big crybaby. I want to kiss you right now, you have no idea. But this will be your first, so I don't want it to be locked up in my room."
His boyfriend, Sunoo's boyfriend, just said he wants to kiss him. This is no new information, but it ran through Sunoo's head at an alarming rate. He had no problem gushing out his stupid ear-to-ear smile.
"How about this," Sunghoon starts. Sunoo watches his thought process until the other begin to speak them, "Let me take you on our first date so that I can give you the best experience possible."
Sunoo feels his blush not only on his cheek but on his back and flowing throughout his body. Their first date as boyfriends, he couldn't even contain himself at this point.
"Okay," He speaks back.
Sunghoon beams down at his new partner. "Okay."
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Sunghoon arranges their date a few evenings later since their week had been full of press conferences and fan-meets. Sunghoon's manager didn't even look twice when Sunghoon had suggested that only he and Sunoo go out to eat. Now they were on their way to a high-end restaurant with both of them trying not to laugh in the back.
It was hard to contain his excitement for the evening knowing what he and Sunoo would do that night in the back of his head. And while it might've seemed silly to be so giddy about an ordinary kiss, it kept him up at nights thinking about the way the other's lips would feel on his. He could only compare the younger's lips to light pink marshmallows. The kind you'd like to play with cause they're so soft and mushy. He wanted to skip the dinner and head straight for his next plan, but he knows he has to be patient, for Sunoo's sake.
His manager escorts them inside and sits away in another location of the restaurant at Sunghoon's request. Sunoo chooses a booth the furthest away from the small collections of other families there. He wants to be able to have a relaxed conversation with the older one without others peeping into their discussions.
Just like Sunghoon, Sunoo was a mix of nerves and giggles. He couldn't stop his brain from wavering into the thoughts of kissing his new boyfriend, and it drives him crazy throughout the week. If you asked him now what they've been doing for the past few days, he'd have no answer. it was like he was living in a daze until he could finally be alone with his boyfriend.
Boyfriend.
Sunoo still couldn't believe it. He was Sunghoon's and Sunghoon was his. Of course, after a moment like this, his giddy smile almost never seemed to leave his face. Now the others were curious as to why he was so god damn happy all the time. But he knew why, and so did the other when he realizes his smile has changed too. Into something he'd never think he'd smile for, but in front of him sits his adorable boyfriend, his Sunoonie, whom he'd get to kiss, and it still causes a train-wreck through his brain.
"Mmm, we were right to order the bibimbap." Sunoo beams.
"Mm-hm, it's amazing. But it's not too spicy for you is it?"
Sunoo shakes his head and takes a large bite of the rice dish causing a bit of a spill from his mouth. With embarrassment, he covers it with one hand and gives the other a thumbs up. "It's delicious," he muffled.
He reaches for a napkin but the older one already has it in hand. He has no problem removing Sunoo's hand and wiping it himself. He feels a blush creeping up his neck at the sight of the younger's shocked expression. Seconds later, they're giggling at one another.
"So, do you mind if I shift our conversation into something more intimate? You don't have to answer if you're not comfortable yet."
Both their blushes are indeed there.
Sunoo goes to sip his water to cool his heated face. "Okay."
"And feel free to ask me anything too. I want us to have open conversations." He lets Sunoo finish sipping his water and taking another small bite of food before leaning forwards and asking, "Have you ever been in a relationship?"
Sunoo continues to chew his food even as his eyes go wide. He looks around, scared that Sunghoon's manager would walk up to them at any moment. He knows Sunghoon said intimate but he thought it was work-related or something else. He still forgets that there is something deeper than that when it comes to Sunghoon even if he can't stop the word "boyfriend" from playing like an addicting song.
"Don't answer if it's not comfortable-"
"No! It's okay," Sunoo interrupts. He watches down at his hands that were fiddling with one another in his lap. "I've never been in a relationship before. Unless you count kindergarten, but I can't remember back that far." And they both laugh.
Sunghoon sees that very second of shame that crosses Sunoo's face. He usually plays it off with something teasing or silly to say, but Sunghoon wants Sunoo to know there was nothing wrong with it, In fact, he was overcome with joy at the thought of being Sunoo's first real relationship. But he didn't like to think of it as his first, as if there would be another, so he thought of it as Sunoo's first (and crossing his fingers, last) real relationship.
"And have you kissed anyone before?"
"Ah, Hyung, you know I haven't," Sunoo whines, ending in a pout. The older laughs at his adorable droopy mouth.
"Sorry, just teasing," But the real reason he asked is that even though he couldn't stop the thoughts of kissing him, he worries that maybe Sunoo would backtrack, and he wants to make sure the younger one was as comfortable as possible.
"But you still want to --" his voice drops low, "kiss me, right?"
Sunoo nods firmly, almost accidentally choking on his food and coughing.
"I just wanted to make sure. I don't want you to be uncomfortable with anything, okay? We'll go at your pace, as fast or as slow as we need."
"Ah, hyung, stop it or I'll never stop blushing!" and Sunoo wasn't wrong. The older one loves looking at his tinted ears and his lips that grow a deeper red, the same lips he'd get to feel with his own tonight.
"Okay, okay I'll stop." and they went back to normal conversation until Sunoo himself got a bit curious. With a large gulp of his water, he began to ask, "So, how many people have you kissed? Or, um, been in a relationship with?"
Sunghoon wonders if his answer would be just as embarrassing as the younger's. Sure, this wasn't his first rodeo, but it wasn't necessarily his second or third either. But he didn't want to scare Sunoo with his numbers, and he didn't want to feel guilty either that he let someone else besides the love of his life take all of his firsts.
Sunghoon responds with a kind smile before speaking, "I'd say it was a few people I've kissed. Nothing significant, just when I was a crazy and irresponsible teenager before this life. So maybe nine or ten? There was only one real relationship I've been in and the other one wasn't as serious. But if you add them, that would be about twelve-ish people I've kissed."
He watches Sunoo's expressional face change from panic to calm as he speaks. Panic at the number of people he had kissed, calm when it was only one serious relationship.
And as best he tried not to be, Sunoo was a bit panicked. Twelve-ish people versus his zero? How could this ever be a good experience for Sunghoon? He finds it embarrassing at first, but now he was praising himself that he stayed up an extra three hours after their dance practice to watch "how to kiss" videos. He thought he might wing it, but he knew he just wasn't that type of person. He did what almost all the videos had suggested; practice on your hand. But until the real thing comes, he was still lost in the woods.
Sunghoon watches Sunoo's demeanor and waits for it to calm before asking the next question. "Have you labeled yourself sexuality-wise?"
Sunoo thought for a moment. He has thought of labels, but the whole debacle of labeling gave his mind whiplash, so he didn't like to ponder on it for too long. If anything, and as he had come to find out, he wasn't straight, and he knew that for a while, even if he didn't want to admit it. But he thought back to past crushes and realized he's never really had one. He thought girls were pretty and guys were handsome, that's just how his brain saw it. Sunghoon was literally his first in everything, even crushes.
"I'm not sure. I don't like thinking about it, but I know I'm not straight." and they both can't hold back explosive laughter. They look around to see if anyone was watching, but others were carrying on their own conversations. Sunoo continues, "You were my -- first crush and so, until then, I haven't given it much thought. For now, I think I could fall in love with anyone if I thought we had a connection. How about you? Have you thought about it?"
There's a pause from Sunghoon as he considers the question, then he locks eyes with his younger boyfriend and says with no hesitation, "I'm almost positive I'm bi, but like you, I guess I haven't given it much thought. But my first kiss was with a guy, by accident, but I still remember blushing like crazy and that's when I knew I at least wanted to kiss a guy again. After that, I experimented with both genders. Half those number of kisses were with guys from my school."
Sunoo cocks his head in curiosity, and Sunghoon couldn't help how happy he was at how comfortable the two of them were together. Like peas in a pod.
"I'm interested in hearing your first kiss story."
"Ah, no, no it's so embarrassing."
"Oh come on, it can't be that bad!"
"No, it was honestly the worst." And they carry on into a truly relaxing conversation, still answering questions about one another that leads to even more interesting talks. Eventually, Sunghoon's manager comes around, exhausted that they had sat an extra hour after finishing their food, and begs to leave.
They got in the car and ride with comfortable silence and jaunty music from the radio. Sunoo wasn't paying much attention since he was still on cloud 9 from their previous convos, but he did grow curious when twenty minutes later, they were still riding in the car.
"Hyung, shouldn't we be home by now?"
"Just wait," and he did. A few minutes later, their manager pulls up to a small little condo-style house.
Sunghoon loves watching the confused expression on his boyfriend's face. He couldn't wait to show him what else he has to offer inside.
They walk in, with Sunoo behind like a scared kid, into an alluring modern decorated condo, with greeting cards that awaited their arrival.
"Surprise!" Sunghoon shouts, spooking Sunoo a bit.
"I told you I didn't want your first to be locked in my room! So I rented out a condo for two hours."
And it happens again, Sunoo's awfully repetitive ear-to-ear smile. He looks around at the small interior of the house, very beautifully decorated with a large couch and bar stools that sat along with the kitchen island.
Ecstatic was an understatement for the way he feels with Sunghoon's big surprise. He did wonder in the car how they could possibly be alone even for a short amount of time before the members came to bother them on where they were. He thought they would both huddle in a bathroom for about thirty seconds, kiss, and call it a night, or maybe Sunghoon would wait until way later in the morning to kiss him while they laid and cuddled each other awake, like usual.
And while his excitement brewed to the surface, he did cling to Sunghoon's last few words.
He blinked a few times before speaking, "Two hours? Why do we need two hours?"
Sunghoon watches that familiar blush creep up Sunoo's face, and for a minute he wants to tease that they wouldn't just kiss once, even if that's what he wanted, but he didn't know if his boyfriend was ready for that, no matter how frivolous it seemed.
"It's not just for that, it's to also talk and stuff, but I guess we did most of that at the restaurant." His initial idea was that they'd eat for about an hour and head straight to the condo, but their conversations were getting too good for Sunghoon to just stop it in the middle. Now he couldn't even stop his blush when he realize that they did have another two hours to be alone, and he didn't have many more questions to ask.
"Ah," Sunoo replies.
The older leads them both to the couch where the owners had left small goodies and snacks. Sunoo slips right beside Sunghoon, their entire sides basically touching one another.
Sunghoon's the first to grab at the small pastry, his heart beginning to pound even when he knows what this was all for.
Sunoo can't manage to reach for anything, scared that he'll get a crumb or something stuck in his teeth, or his breath would smell bad. He remembers quietly sliding two mints and a piece of gum into his mouth during the drive, he didn't want to ruin this.
"Do you want one?" Sunghoon says with a full mouth. The other shakes his head.
"I'm okay, still full from earlier."
And Sunghoon nods with understanding. The same silence that had overcome them in the car happened now, but it was different, still comfortable, but a little tense.
And Sunghoon was the first to break the deafening silence after a minute passed by. "Are you nervous?" He asks hesitantly. He watches Sunoo process his question before replying, "No, not really. But it is a little too quiet in here isn't it?" and they both give half-hearted laughs.
He finishes his snack and turned towards Sunoo. "Well, I'm a little nervous."
"Why? I thought you've said you've already done this before."
Sunghoon huffs at Sunoo while the younger one giggles.
"You're so funny, aren't you?"
"I'd like to think I am." and there went back their relaxing environment. They had a few more exchanges before Sunghoon decides to stop beating around the bush. "So kissing." He says, and Sunoo giggles with nerves. He doesn't finish his sentence because the two of them can't stop their nervous laughter.
"Yes, kissing," Sunoo replied back, jokingly.
Their silliness starts to dial down as Sunghoon twists to face Sunoo more properly, His heart had faltered to his feet, but he didn't want his confidence to lack, so he pushes through the blush.
But it wasn't like Sunoo was able to hold on any better. His heart spikes when he realizes how close they were in proximity. He tries not to look down too often at Sunghoon's glossy lips, but it was hard.
"And you're still okay with this right?" He felt he asked too many times, but he never wanted to be wrong about where they both were.
Sunoo does his enthusiastic nod again, the same one he gave Sunghoon in the restaurant.
"Yes Hyung, I still want to kiss you. Really badly." and there went the older's heart, ready to rip from his chest if Sunoo were to say one more endearing comment.
Sunoo didn't mean to sound so impatient, especially when Sunghoon was trying to do the exact opposite, but he was ready. He couldn't even care anymore about his entire body plastered with heat, he just wants to kiss his boyfriend, and kiss him now.
"Should I lead or do you want to?"
"There's such a thing as that?" He didn't remember that in the videos he watched.
"Well, kind of. It's just who's going to lean in first."
Sunoo nods understandingly but just wavered for Sunghoon to do it.
And so he does.
Remember those times in life when Sunoo was given no warning? Well, this was one of those times -- again. Even when he knows that kissing would take place, his eyes grow wider than they were supposed to when the older's lips touch his. He finds it incredibly hard to close his eyes, instead, he was so focused on looking down at their lips that were touching, that he almost forgot to kiss back, the most important part of it all.
The first encounter of their glossy lips was gentle and warm. Sunghoon was worried when the other didn't kiss back. He was ready to pull back until he felt the younger one moving against his. And it was tiny movements, but enough to know that he didn't do something wrong.
Sunoo knows his lips were shaking, and he couldn't stop it. He feels them shake even more violently when the older one gently grabs his chin and tilts it into the correct position. They kiss like this for a while until it's not only his lips that are shaking but his entire body.
"Sorry," Sunoo says, taking a deep breath as they unlock their lips.
Sunghoon looked down at him, worried. "Are you okay? Was that okay?"
"Yes, yes, that was great. I just can't stop shaking." They both give nervous chuckles. Sunghoon's only suggestion was to grab his boyfriend's hands and squeeze them tightly.
"I don't want you to be nervous. I mean I was, but now, since I've got to kiss you, I feel better."
All Sunoo can do is smile. He has been wanting to kiss the older one for he couldn't even know how long now. It was finally that time, and he didn't want to let nerves get in the way.
"Can we try again?" Sunghoon's smile was the only thing Sunoo needed for approval.
Again, their lips met, and this time, Sunoo basked in their softness and how slippery they were. He moved more confidently, he felt the older one respond with even more force and Sunoo sighed out in pleasure.
Sunghoon loved the way the younger boy's lips felt, exactly how he thought they would. He remembers back during a night with the other members when his boyfriend had complained that his lips were too small, but Sunghoon begged to differ.
Their kiss was warm and gentle. Eventually, their hands un-laced so that Sunghoon could replace one back on Sunoo's chin. Seconds later, the only thing that could be heard was the smacking of their lips, and their breathing that grew increasingly heavier.
Sunghoon manages to call the other's name in between the space of their kisses. The other responds in a hum. He had no idea what he was doing, but the only thing he knew is that he wanted the kiss to go further, deeper, so he slipped his tongue along the seam of Sunoo's lips, causing a slight pitchy squeal out of him.
He pulled back and watched Sunoo's expression and his fiery cheeks. "Is that okay? We don't have to, I was just suggesting it."
Sunoo nods and takes no time to place his lips back on Sunghoon's again.
He had no idea what he was really doing, he only ever watched, "how to kiss" videos, not, "how to make-out" videos which he now wished he would've done. He didn't think they'd be in a position like this where it grew to more than just a kiss, but when Sunghoon had pulled away, Sunoo couldn't stand it, he needed the older one back on him. So he initiated whatever this tongue thing Sunghoon had tried and was shocked when the older one slipped his mouth open at his request, the request he didn't even know he was making.
But it's good. No, better yet, amazing.
Sunghoon feels the slickness of the other's tongue, and it drives him wild. He strokes against it and at one point sucks on it, causing a slight groan out of the other.
He can't contain his grin.
He deepens the kiss to its furthest depth, opening his mouth fully and pushing softly on the back of the younger's head to urge him in. Soon their twisting and turning tongues with one another, creating a mix of their saliva that Sunghoon feels could spill at any moment from how dire it was.
Sunoo was so caught in this moment, still not a hundred percent on what he was doing or even if it felt good to Sunghoon, but his excitement had reached its climax, and now there was no going back. He sucked in the older's tongue and couldn't stop the here and there groans from escaping. He left his hands to himself since he didn't know where else to put them, but they flung on their own to hyung's neck, gripping and pulling at his skin. He could tell he was running out of breath but he fights that heated urge, not wanting to let go.
Sunghoon feels it too, that growing desire to breathe, but breathing meant that he wouldn't be kissing Sunoo, and he didn't want that. But he was getting lost in the kiss, he was getting nervous that this was turning into something more than what it was initially supposed to be, and he definitely knows it was when Sunoo grabs his hand and places them on his waist, his intoxicating small waist that Sunghoon was driven crazy about.
So he did what he feels he needs to do, and cups Sunoo's cheek before pulling back with a gasp for air. Sunghoon watches as the younger tries chasing his mouth, causing a stir of emotions to rise in his belly, and as much as he wanted to let him, he wonders if things would've gone too far with no return.
He wasn't ready for that. Yet.
And as much as Sunoo wants more, he knew he was definitely not ready for that, not yet, at least.
"Wow, that was a lot."
"Yeah," Sunoo's voice slurs as if he was drunk. Sunghoon likes the way his eyes glossed over with desire, begging for more, and if Sunghoon wasn't in his right mind, he'd do exactly that, give him more. But he knows better than to let temptation take over, he knows in another moment, when they both plan for it, that more could come and be ten times as exuberating.
Sunoo's heart leaps at the look on Sunghoon's face, something he couldn't pinpoint and a look he's never seen before. He worried he came on too strong or that he stepped out of the boundary that Sunghoon had so carefully sewn.
"Was it too much?"
Sunghoon gives a precious grin, hurling himself into Sunoo's arms, squeezing tightly, "No, it was perfect."
Sunoo's locked in the older's grasp and all he can do is his usual mechanism; giggle.
"Is it over now? Was that all?"
"I think that's where we should stop for now."
Sunghoon saw the younger's pout and knew whatever he was about to ask, he'd say yes.
"One more." He stated boldly and Sunghoon, of course, answered yes, only this time instead of meeting his lips he tilts the younger's head to the side and places fluttery kisses on his pearly skin.
Sunoo gasps in surprise. He tries pushing the older away, complaining that it tickled, but once Sunghoon finds his neck, his giggles turn to soft groans. It felt better than he expected.
He saw neck kisses as something he'd be rather annoyed by, but at this moment, he wants nothing more than for Sunghoon lips to never stop sucking and kissing on his skin.
Eventually, they went into a cycle of kissing each other's necks and finding other places where it feels good; their ears, forehead, hands.
Sunoo likes that they had two very different sides. One intimate and the other playful. He wonders how they went from kissing one another to him swatting off Sunghoon's tickling hands on his sides. An hour later, they're tangled into one another like usual. They play footies while going over their busy schedules and eventually they trace each other's hands like a child to a drawing.
"I wish we could stay like this forever." Sunghoon didn't mean to break their lively mood, but it was what he had wished for the most, that work and everything would just stop so he could spend it with his boyfriend forever.
Sunoo placed his boyfriend's hand on his cheek, marinating in its warmth. "Gosh, I didn't know I had that effect on you,"
And there went Sunghoon's hands tickling Sunoo's sides for his sly remark. "Yah! I was trying to have a moment!"
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I never want this to end either." And this time he looks up and the other above him and smiles.
Sunghoon looks down at his incredible boyfriend and smiles for the umpteenth time that day. He took in his perfect brown eyes and his perfect hair. His perfect smile, and the way he never wanted it to stop. He did a once over of the younger and noticed a small but dark bruise forming on the nape of his neck. Maybe he was a little over-enthusiastic. He reaches for it to see how it feels, and Sunoo winced.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to be so rough."
"It's okay, I liked it -- a lot." Sunghoon's stomach swirls with butterflies. He had to break eye contact or else that desire he was pushing down might travel its way back up.
This was new territory for Sunoo. After all, that was his first kiss, but he liked seeing Sunghoon panicked, he knew he wanted to do it more if this was the reaction he'd get.
"Noted." This time, Sunoo's nerves were the ones that spiked. If Sunghoon's manager hadn't called him to let them know their time was up, He was sure they'd be in another heated make-out.
They untangle from one another and fix themselves. Sunoo always carries around a small bag of makeup, and good thing he had as he pats on the hickey that Sunghoon had spotted. Sure, he was a bit worried that Sunghoon's manager would see it, or worst, the other members, but Sunoo, deep down, couldn't wait for the next one, or even for when he got to do it to his boyfriend.
"Sunoo?" Sunghoon called out, seconds before he opened the door.
"Yes?"
"Maybe --" he hesitates before speaking again. "When we kiss again --"
Sunoo watches as Sunghoon lowers his head, anticipating all that he would say.
"We can do it shirtless next time." The words feel rushed escaping his mouth, but there was no need to repeat himself when he received the blank expression from the younger.
Sunoo didn't know what he'd say, but definitely not that. Sure he wouldn't mind seeing the older's chiseled chest, but the thought made his heart ache, in a good way.
Sunghoon smirks and walks out, leaving the door open for the shocked Sunoo.
sunoo’s guide to not falling in love: 100% (not) effective ! | k. sunoo
“oh and y/n? i’m sorry sunoo’s a complete dumbass, truly. i send all my regards to you!”
SNYOPSIS › you and sunoo are obliviously in love with each other. you trying to do everything in your power to get him to notice, while he creates a ‘guide’ to help him not fall in love. so who’s going to tell him that he’s a complete idiot for thinking he wouldn’t fall for you? anyone?
PAIRINGS › best friend!sunoo x fem!reader + cameo of best friend riki <3
PLAYLIST › bloodline — ariana grande, unforgettable — french montana, grenade — bruno mars
AUTHOR’S NOTE › this took me like a day to write because of how much i loved the concept. also as i edited this, i realized that sunoo & riki’s friendship is a lot like on-jo and cheong-san’s from all of us are dead — minus the zombies, angst, and heartbreak :3 anywayyy, lmk what you think!
i. don’t stare for too long .
“sunoo, what are your thoughts on y/n? like, romantically?” riki, sunoo’s best friend since they were practically in diapers, asks.
“are you insane, riki? y/n is my girl-best-friend, not my girl-friend!” sunoo says glaring at riki in the process. purposely leaving pauses between the words to emphasize himself. while also earning a couple of ‘shhs’ as he snaps at the younger; they were in the library after all.
riki puts his hand up in defeat. “jeez, okay sorry! someone’s on edge today..”
“no? i’m not ‘on edge.” sunoo uses his hands to mock riki’s words. “you can’t just ask if i have any interest in my girl-best-friend.”
“and why not?” riki questions. “you really think i don’t see the way you look at her? or the way you practically take care of her like you’re her mother?”
“god, riki do you ever shut up? i seriously don’t know what you’re talking about .. and why are you-“ before sunoo can finish his sentence, riki gets up and drags sunoo out of the chair he was sitting in across from him. sunoo mid-drag manages to grab his backpack from the ground in time; their plan to study long gone.
“hey! what are you doing?” sunoo takes his hand out of riki’s grip and smacks the back of his head. taking the opportunity to fully put on his backpack. “yah! you dumbass what is your problem? and why are you dragging me?”
“do you ever stop asking so many questions?” riki responds as he grabs sunoo’s hand once again, both of them stumbling out of the library as they hear some incoherent yelling spew out of the elderly librarian’s mouth.
riki runs with sunoo through the halls of their high school frantically as sunoo fights the urge to smack riki dumb. he knew his best friend was impulsive and always had high energy, which was why he didn’t try to question what was going on right now.
riki only stops when they reach the gym, turning around to face a stunned sunoo: unaware and confused as to why riki had brought him here. why the gym? sunoo thinks.
“where’s y/n?” riki asks to no one in particular as he turns around in circles like a dog. riki’s eyes get tired of scanning around and he looks at sunoo. “sunoo you dumb fuck, did you really forget?”
“forget what?” his face turning into one of concern as he questions riki.
“yesterday, she told us to meet her near the gym’s bleachers!” riki rolls his eyes at the visible expression change on sunoo’s face.
“oh, erm .. no? i’m sorry! i didn’t remember, fuck. we’re late aren’t we?” sunoo visibly slumps.
riki looks around the gym one more time and sighs in relief when he finally sees you: leaning on the stairs near the bleachers, head lightheartedly shaking. you walk up to them and begin laughing as you see the serious looks of guilt on their faces.
“gosh, lighten up, will you? it’s okay, im not mad! promise.” you say, giggling. “you’re just in time, actually.”
sunoo mumbles in revulsion as he remembers why riki was in such a rush to drag him to the gym.
the three of you were supposed to be volunteering for environmental club hours. now, you didn’t know what so ‘environmental’ about having to sweep a gym, but you would do anything to get volunteer hours for credit. plus, the brownie points when you finally get the opportunity to put it on your resume and school transcript, wouldn’t hurt to have, either.
“ok! let’s get to it losers. we don’t have much time to lose, the basketball players’ sweat is literally all over the floor; lemme get some mops and other supplies,” you say as you clap your hands together in encouragement. you hear a groan from riki at your words. “hey, no complaining. the less you whine, the earlier we get done.”
“whatever you say, boss.” sunoo says as he elbows riki in the ribs. “that’s, for dragging me to the gym instead of telling me we needed to be here like a normal person.” you let out a snort and grab sunoo’s hand, motioning him towards you.
“sunoo, common let’s go get the supplies.” he knows you’re not asking, so he comes along. you are the only person he’d let drag him anywhere, anyway.
riki winces and remains where he’s standing. contemplating whether or not he should leave or stay. he wanted to leave given the blush that overcame sunoo’s cheeks at the physical contact you made with his hands, rather wanting his best friend to have some alone time with you — to maybe talk things out. but he took the latter. he knew he’d hear a mouthful from you when you’d find out he left without saying anything or helping you and sunoo clean up.
riki continues rubbing his abdomen: sore and probably to-be bruised. he decides to wait on the bleachers for you and sunoo to come back from the janitors room across the school.
yet, he couldn’t help but overthink while he was alone. riki never knew why sunoo was so stubborn and closed off when it came to telling him about his feelings regarding you. they told each other everything. they were best friends, after all. he knew he shouldn’t be jealous over sunoo being caught up over you.
it was normal, even if sunoo failed to admit his feelings, it was obvious to riki. he knew sunoo like the back of his hand. he just wished he didn’t have to push aside the fact that him and sunoo had distanced.
it wasn’t like you were the problem or anything, the three of you were just as equally close — as you’d mentioned countless times before. that’s why riki always told himself he had to learn not to get so caught up in his head. he had to be happy for sunoo and push him towards you; even if that meant throwing off the balance of your unbreakable trio.
nonetheless, riki straightened himself up and grabbed one of the stray basketballs from the floor. he knew shooting some hoops would help him brush off the green monster that was lingering over his shoulder.
he had time to kill until yours and sunoo’s return, anyway.
meanwhile, you and sunoo were taking your sweet time walking through the halls — curtesy of sunoo’s procrastination. you didn’t resist his plea to walk slowly, that way you’d waste some time before your volunteering time was over.
“hey sunoo? you ask while swinging your hand that was intertwined with his.
“mm?” he hums in response.
“could you come over tomorrow? i really need your help with my poster for history. i don’t know how to space out the pictures and stuff,” you beg as you admire sunoo’s side profile.
“of course. i’ll tell riki.” he smiles back.
“oh, i actually thought .. that it could be just be you and me, this time?” you stop in front of him to gauge his response.
“sure. if that’s what you want.” he nervously rubs his nape, hands becoming sweatier with the moment.
“i mean of course i want riki with us. it’s just that i kind of wanted to catch up with you separately. it’s been a while y’know?” you look down. you felt bad that you were basically leaving riki out. but it was just a project, right? and he wasn’t even in the same class as you and sunoo.
“yeah, i get it. i’ll come over after school. we can walk to your house together.” sunoo manages to let out a smile despite the mix of butterflies and panic rumbling in his chest.
your trip to the janitor’s closet is much shorter as you pick up the pace and get the supplies you need to do your volunteering.
when you return to riki, you see him throwing a perfect free throw shot, making it in the hoop. he turns around in excitement and drops the ball when he sees the both of you, grabbing one of the mops out of your hand. “let’s get this over with,” he spits out.
you sense his uneasiness but don’t comment on it.
meanwhile, sunoo can’t help but notice how pretty you look with your hair all fluffy in your messy bun, while you bend to disinfect the seats of the bleachers. doing so while completely unaware of sunoo’s stares. at one point, riki hits the back of sunoo’s knees — causing him to fold in on himself and fall forward. sunoo had to learn how to not stare at you, you were just so entrancing.
you laugh at the both of them, figuring they were messing around like usual. you contemplated scolding them to get back to work so you could leave earlier since sunoo wouldn’t stop chasing riki around for hitting him. but you loved seeing them in all their silly boy antics - glory. it made you realize how much you loved the both of them.
the hours passed fairly quickly. the rest school eventually becoming fully empty as it was dark out now. sunoo drops off riki first, then takes you home. the drive was silent but every now and then sunoo side stares at you, which doesn’t fail to be noticed by you.
“what’s up?”
“what do you mean?” sunoo glances at you.
“why’re you staring so much?” you teasingly ask.
“am not!“
“why are your ears red then?” you smirk.
“they aren’t red! hey, y/n i won’t think twice about leaving you to walk home ..” you smack the back of his head at his words. “shit, you know i was joking and im driving y/n — you almost made me swerve!” he defends.
“yeah, yeah. just get me home, loser.” you slump in your seat and keep looking at sunoo’s delicate and bright reflection under the moonlight. you wanted to keep staring at his face but instead, you switch your gaze to admire his hands on the wheel and the way he glances at you every now and then. not wanting to be caught all flustered, you avert your gaze back out the window until you’re home.
sunoo never stops staring, though.
rule #1 broken. how was he going to resist not looking at your beauty? it’s what kept him sane giving he wasn’t planning on confessing — or anytime soon, at the very least.
it’s okay, he told himself. he had the other rules to keep the promise of, right?
ii. the less skinship, the less you’ll fall .
wrong. sunoo was actually really, really stupid!
because the moment your head hit his shoulder, his mind turned to static. thinking that he could keep his promises and not break the rules, was obviously a challenge. he just didn’t think it’d be so damn hard. it was like you couldn’t live without having some type of physical touch with him at all times.
in reality, sunoo really hated how much he loved your affection, making it insanely difficult for him to avoid it. not to mention that he felt like he was slowly turning into an asshole for the way he was acting, even if he didn’t mean it to be that way.
and you caught on to his change of behavior.
you were upset. the both of you had finished your history poster, and were watching a movie to take off the edge, but sunoo wasn’t reciprocating your movements. “sunoo,” you deadpan. “is everything okay?”
he only hums in response, not even bothering to look at you.
you take your head off his shoulder. “why’re you so stiff?” you remark in curiosity of the way his tense body wasn’t even leaning against yours.
he shifts his position so he’s not leaning against the headboard anymore. “oh, i don’t know. guess i’m just kind of tired.”
“alright. well, do you want to cuddle maybe? you can sleepover?”
“your parents are here!” he exclaims.
“so? you’ve slept over countless times before. what’s up with you lately? you know my parents love you and they know we’re close,” sunoo huffs at your clearly annoyed tone.
“i’m fine! i just … think i’d be more comfortable in my own bed,” he gets up and starts collecting his things, stuffing them into his backpack.
you follow his movements and get up. “you’re leaving, already?”
“mhm. we finished your project and i have a migraine.” his voice cracking.
you scoff, not wanting to continue the banter. “kay then. see you monday,” not bothering to chase after sunoo or question him further as he leaves your house.
you knew he was lying. sunoo was a shit liar. you just wish you knew why he felt like he had to lie in the first place. he’d been acting so distanced lately. and you couldn’t help but think it was your fault. did i do something wrong, does he hate me or something?
you were only being more affectionate because you didn’t know how to tell him how you felt about him, romantically. it was all too much.
while you decided to end the night early and go to sleep so you’d stop thinking about the weird encounter and bury your feelings, sunoo drove home in tears.
he was angry at himself. angry at himself for pushing you away just because he couldn’t handle himself. he couldn’t handle what you did to him, how you affected him without even trying. it was miserable, he wished he wasn’t such a coward.
he wanted to confess so badly. at the same time, he didn’t want to risk what the two of you had. but the more he thought about it, the more he realized that there’d be nothing left of your relationship if he continued to detach from you.
sunoo drove to riki, who was waiting for something like this to happen.
as riki opened his door to a puffy-faced sunoo, he spent no time in enveloping him into a hug.
“it didn’t go well, did it?”
“yeah. it didn’t. i basically shut her out,” sunoo sniffles.
“come in, you should stay with me. we can talk it out,” riki comforts sunoo.
while they did talk it out. sunoo gets more anxious when he realizes that he has to confess to you sooner or later. he was finally willing to risk everything. but something deep inside, told him that he wouldn’t have to risk much. sunoo was aware that you wouldn't let a confession tear down your years of memories.
and for the first time in a while, he was right.
iii. try to sleepover less . confess. because what else is there left to do?
despite sunoo basically completing the ‘less sleeping-over’ part of his guide, the same night sunoo decided he’s confess to you, was the same night he rehearsed to riki over and over what he’d say to you. fuck his guide.
“no no! do it again. you look like you’re going to puke and i’m not even y/n!” riki’s back flattens against his bed as he dies of laughter.
“i’m literally trying so hard here. please cut me some slack.”
“if i were her, i’d reject you on the spot. first off, why are you crossing your arms like that? what’re you trying to do? square up or something?”
“riki nishimura stop testing my patience, you’re not being helpful!” sunoo whines.
“okay, look,” riki gets up and pulls sunoo up with him. “you need to stand tall, and look confident while doing it. being shy won’t help your case. now common, shoulders high, chin up, one hand in pocket,” riki demands as he turns sunoo towards the full body mirror.
“can’t believe you’re making me pose like the toxic main lead in a romantic k-drama. i feel like that one dude with the butterfly on the back of his neck.”
“jae-eon?”
“yes, that douche,” sunoo tilts his neck in an attempt to present himself better. “okay, i think i mentally figured out what i’m going to wear and all.”
“perfect. you’re so handsome sunoo, don’t doubt yourself.” riki gives sunoo’s shoulders a quick squeeze before getting back to the homework he was doing before sunoo came.
sunoo continues looking at himself. and he looked fucking breathtaking; so slender, sleek, proper, and confident.
he was ready to confess. he just hoped you were ready to hear what he had to say.
though you and sunoo were texting each other as if nothing had ever happened. you were determined to avoid him for a bit, not yet ready to confront him about his behavior.
your plan, however, was ruined the moment school ended. you closed your locker to see sunoo leaning on the lockers beside yours. “oh, sunoo. hey,” you jump at the sight of him, not knowing how he managed to approach you so quietly.
“hey, y/n. can we talk?”
“yeah, actually,” you say, running your hands through your hair nervously. sunoo looked divine — to say the least.
he was wearing the dangly pair of earrings you gifted him on his last birthday. his hair soft as ever, slightly falling over his eyes, and he was wearing a blue flannel. he looked so handsome. it took everything in you to hold back your compliments.
“great,” sunoo doesn’t think twice before taking your hand in his and leading you to the music room: the place the both of you would go to whenever you wanted to kill time and talk after school — since it was usually empty.
sunoo motions for you to sit next to him on the piano bench. you instantly had flashbacks of all the times sunoo would play your favorite pieces for you, especially when you were feeling down.
“i’m going to get straight to the point,” he spurts out, taking both of your hands and rubbing his thumbs over the back of them. you were taken aback at the sudden act of intamacy, given he was acting the complete opposite a couple days prior.
“y/n, i like you. i like you so fucking much, it makes my heart ache. my heart aches for you every time i try to push you away and avoid hanging out with you, … or touching you, even.”
you were in shock, but not in the way you’d think. you felt a thousand times lighter. like a burden of a million years had just been lifted off your shoulders.
“oh my god,” you take your lip between your teeth. “really sunoo? you’re not joking, are you? did riki set you up to this?”
“what? of course not, y/n! i’m confessing to you. i’m tired of ignoring my feelings. i couldn’t stand back and watch as i destroyed our relationship. now please say something, you’re killing me here.”
“it’s just that .. wait, so you’re not saying all this to me because riki told you i like you?”
“no, wait what?! you like me back?” sunoo’s eyes widen as his grip on your hands tightens.
“yes, if it wasn’t already so obvious. or maybe you’re just that stupid,” you laugh out. stuck in disbelief. “you’d think that you would catch on to how i feel judging by how i always want alone time with you, or because i always want you by my side, but no.”
“is that why you’re so touchy? and why you wanted to hang out with only me?”
“obviously, sunoo. is it really hard for you to connect the dots? you pushed me away because you like me, while i did the exact opposite. i guess that’s why it took us so long to figure our feelings out,” you shrug, looking up at sunoo.
sunoo’s tongue pokes the inside of his mouth as he takes in everything said. “i really am dumb, huh? i can’t believe i’ve been so oblivious this entire time.”
“why do you sound so disappointed?” you question him, slightly concerned but intrigued.
“because, i could have been doing —“
sunoo’s words come to an end as he closes the distance between you and him completely. lips touching yours so softly. and though you’re surprised by his bold action, you remove your hands from his, wrapping them around his neck.
sunoo’s figure is so much more dominant over your own, and you feel content in the moment with him. his hands lower to your waist and you tilt your head in response, causing him to slip in his tongue. you groan in response, surprised at having made a sound as such.
you want to continue, so badly, but you remember you’re still in school. yet, you reluctantly separate from the boy and bite your lip in slight embarrassment at having been so intimate with him; a moment you’d only been dreaming about, until now.
sunoo finally completes his words the moment you separate, “—that with you, all this time.” he notices the way you drop your gaze.“someone’s shy,” he smirks.
“am not!” you slap at his chest. “we’re still at school, y’know? anyone could have walked in on us.”
“but no one did, right? so what’s the harm in having a little fun?”
“we can have more fun, later.” you seethe.
“mm, i think we have a lot to talk about still. which is why we’re going to my house, right now.” sunoo gets up and offers you his hand.
you smile in delight and accept his hand: holding it tighter than you’d ever held before.
“sunoo, you think we could maybe do some more of that after we talk?”
“what?” he looks at you, still walking. “oh, you mean kiss?” he clears his throat. “you don’t even have to ask, y/n.”
he stops in his tracks, pecking you on the lips.
you hear a groan of disgust erupt from behind you. turning to see riki standing near one of the classroom doors. “you couldn’t have saved that for a more private area?”
“wow. not even a ‘good job sunoo, you finally confessed! i’m so proud of you!’“ sunoo gasps.
“mm nah, you guys are kinda gross, but i’m happy you finally got yourself a girl-friend! go have your fun!” riki heaves as he attempts to walk out the front of the school. but sunoo has other plans; flicking riki’s forehead as he passes by you and him.
“that’s for not telling me you knew that y/n liked me!”
“oh my bad, guess my several tries to get you to confess to her or admit your feelings didn’t work, did they? oh wait, no. it’s just that you would do anything than to listen to me, your best friend!” complete sarcasm laces riki’s voice as he backs up facing you two.
“oh and y/n? i’m sorry sunoo’s a complete dumbass, truly. i send all my regards to you! he’s all yours now!” riki yells before he winks at sunoo as he finally exits through the doors of the school.
riki was so happy for sunoo, and would take an infinite amount of more head flicks if it meant seeing him smile as bright as he does when he’s with you.
you blush at the thought of you and sunoo being together, thinking about riki’s words and how he seemed genuinely excited for your newfound relationship. you make a mental note to give him the biggest hug ever, later. your trio could never break apart, riki would always be a part of you — plus, you owe him for the situation you were currently in.
“guess that means you’re my boyfriend now, yeah?”
“sure am.” sunoo flashes a smile and pulls you to keep walking.
as you skip out to sunoo’s car, you couldn’t help but get butterflies; sunoo was finally yours.
he, on the other hand, was mentally slapping himself for creating a ‘guide’ to not fall in love with you in the first place. because for what it counts, he was more in love than ever; no thanks to his guide, of course.
but sunoo wasn’t complaining, now was he?
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It’s raining in the way that feels like memory — slow, aching, romantic. Mist beads the windows, and the moon smudges her silver thumbprint across the glass. The world is hushed, like it’s holding its breath, and in the quiet, you are curled against Sunoo’s side, your cheek resting just below his collarbone. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat echoes softly beneath your ear, a lullaby made only for you.
There is something about him — always — that feels not quite of this world. Something unearthly, gentle, and so full of light makes your chest ache. He smells like clean linens and blooming jasmine. His skin is the softest thing you've ever touched, like clouds remembered in dreams. When he speaks, his voice vibrates with warmth — slow, honey-sweet, silk-lined — and you think if the universe had a heartbeat, it would sound like him.
You trail your fingers along the dip of his collarbone. “Do you think we’ve done this before?” you whisper, voice trembling like starlight on water.
Sunoo’s lashes flutter down. His smile is featherlight. “This?” he murmurs.
You nod. “Us. This… love.”
He exhales — a soft, wind-chime breath — and tilts his head toward you, eyes glowing with something ancient, something sacred. “I think I’ve found you every lifetime,” he says. “In every version of the world, I think I’m always yours.”
You feel it in your bones—that aching truth. Like you’ve walked through galaxies only to find him again. A hundred skies, a thousand suns, and still, you crave his warmth. Sunoo isn’t just your boyfriend. He’s the constellation your soul has always followed. The soft place your heart lands when the world is too sharp—the lull in the storm.
Sometimes, it’s how he holds your hand — like it’s fragile and a treasure. Sometimes it’s how he looks at you, like you’re the answer to a question he never stopped asking. There’s a glow in his gaze, a warmth that lingers long after he’s looked away. With Sunoo, nothing is loud or hurried. Even his passion — so deep, so quietly intense — comes like the tide. Strong but gentle. Wild, but soft.
“I dreamed of you before I ever knew your name,” you whisper, fingers grazing his cheek. “And when I found you, it felt like coming home.”
He kisses your forehead. Then your nose. Then the corner of your lips — soft, soft, softer still. His breath fans across your skin, and your body hums with the peace you’ve never found anywhere else. It’s suggestive not because of the heat — though that exists too, lingering like sugar on your tongue — but because of the intimacy. The sacredness. The trust.
His lips trail slowly to your shoulder, then to the hollow of your throat. “I love you,” he says there, as if branding the words into your soul. “In every version of me. In every version of you.”
Tears slip from your eyes, and he kisses those, too.
You think of how far he’s come — how much light he’s poured into the world, how much strength he’s carried in his delicate frame. One smile from him melts it all, even on days when the world weighs heavily on your shoulders. You’re endlessly proud of him. Of his grace. His beauty. His heart.
“You’re perfect,” you whisper.
Sunoo shakes his head gently, nose brushing yours. “I’m just me.”
“You,” you repeat, voice breaking with love, “are everything. You are where I end and begin again.”
Outside, the rain softens. The moon sighs. The night breathes around you, and you are safe in the sanctuary of his arms. Cherished. Eternal.
This is what it means to be loved by Sunoo:
To be wrapped in golden light.
To be seen, always.
To be chosen — in this life, the next, and every one that follows.
