11th fic for my anniversary event | requested by anon
wc: 1.1k, fluff, established relationship, proposal, this whole fic is just sunwoo being a sap honestly
a/n: i assume most of y'all will celebrate on the 25th, but to those who--like me--celebrate on the 24th and to those in time zones were midnight has already passed: merry christmas~
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December is a time that always feels special to Sunwoo. Of course, it’s a time of the year that feels special to a lot of people, but Sunwoo likes to believe it’s extra special to him. Because in December, right about this time three years ago, Sunwoo met you for the first time.
It was freezing and he was in a rush to get to class, the Christmas spirit not having reached him quite yet. But then he stumbled into you, with your cheeks and nose red from the cold and your eyes glowing with a sense of wonder he couldn’t really relate to at the time. That was about to change though, because you enchanted him from that moment on. He remembers how fast his heart was racing when you spoke to him and he remembers how much his fingers trembled when he typed his number into your phone. He can also still recall all the lectures spent zoning out, scribbling silly things about you into his notepad instead of paying attention. There was just something magical about meeting you, and even now the magic hasn’t faded. In fact, with every day that passes, he finds himself more smitten with you. Because ever since he met you, every day has been feeling like Christmas on and on. Even without carols and Christmas lights just being together makes life feel christmassy. It’s embarrassing to voice any of those sappy thoughts—Sunwoo likes to think of himself as a bit more cool and collected than that—but then again, he is also a romantic at heart.
And because he is such a romantic, he is now trudging through the snowy streets, bustling with people hunting down their last christmas gifts, to meet you at the corner he first ran into you three years ago. He has his old notepad clutched to his chest and he still isn’t sure if he should really show it to you, worried about looking uncool in front of you, worried that it isn’t good enough, that it isn’t the gesture you’d want. But he decides to trust that you will understand the sincerity in all of this and he knows you don’t care that much for pricey gifts or putting on a big show.
When he spots you at the end of the street, fewer people around this part of town, he halts for a moment. You’re wearing the same scarf as that time, and your cheeks are just as red again, and it doesn’t feel like a coincidence. He takes a deep breath and then he approaches you, your eyes lighting up the second they fall on him.
“Sunwoo,” you wave with your cute, warm mittens and it makes him smile. “Happy anniversary.”
“It’s not our anniversary,” he says, but you roll his eyes at him.
“Yes, it is,” you pull him close by the collar of his thick coat to leave a peck on his lips, “it’s the anniversary of our first meeting.”
Sunwoo kisses you back, his body feeling warm and fuzzy at the knowledge you remembered it too. “Yeah,” he says, “You’re right.”
A satisfied smile spreads on your lips before your gaze wanders to the notepad in his arms. “What’s that?”
“Notes I took back in college.”
You raise an eyebrow, “In college? Why would you need them now?”
“I wanted to give them to you.”
“To me?” You let out a confused laugh, “Why?”
“Go and find out,” he says as he hands it over and then he adds, “Happy anniversary, y/n.”
Your expression turns a bit more serious, unsure what to expect as you open the pages. At first, it’s actual stuff from classes and maybe the one or the other doodle created to overcome boredom. But then, as you reach this very day three years ago, you find your name scribbled on the edge of the page. Then there is your name next to his, a messy heart drawn around both of them. I really like you, it says a few days later. With every page you turn, you grow more flustered. “Sunwoo, what is this?”
“I told you, notes from college.”
“Yeah, but—why is it—are they about me?”
“It was kinda hard to get you out of my head at the time,” he says with a shrug that’s supposed to look nonchalant, even when nerves are getting the best of him right now. “Actually it still is.”
“Are they all from back then?”
“Yeah,” he shoves his hands into the pockets of his coat, feeling the small velvet box in his right palm. “Well, almost all of them. There is also one from today.”
You almost seem in a hurry to read through the pages now, unable to hide your impatience to get to today’s note. Sunwoo doesn’t mind though. If you ever want to look more closely, the notepad will still be around later. And if he’s being honest he is just as impatient for you to get to the important part as you are. When you’re finally turning the last page he takes a deep breath and then pulls out the little box from his pocket, waiting for you to read the words before he gets down on one knee.
“Sunwoo—what—,” you stutter, clearly flustered and your eyes shimmering with tears as you look up from the page, only to find him kneeling before you, snow seeping into the fabric of his pants but he doesn’t mind.
“I know this isn’t a big movie-worthy gesture—but it’s always during this season that I start to wonder how many times we’ll spend it together—and it’s always during this season that I come to think that it feels endless—that I’d like it to be endless. Does that—all of this sounded better in my head—but even now when I look at you it feels like Christmas on and on. I’d like it to always feel this way, I’d like there to always be days like this, days with you. So, y/n l/n,” he takes another deep breath before he repeats the words that are written on the last page, “will you marry me?”
You nod almost violently, not even waiting for him to put the ring on your finger before you fling your arms around his neck, getting your knees wet in the snow as much as he has. “Yes,” you agree as you bury yourself in his embrace, “Yes, yes, yes!”
All the tension is slipping out of him as he hugs you close, deciding the ring can wait another ten minutes because holding you is that much more important. He is full of warmth and happiness and wonder, and he can’t help thinking that it really does feel like Christmas on and on.
3rd fic for my anniversary event | requested by anon
wc: 1.1k, exes to lovers, angst, hurt/comfort, warnings: alcohol consumption
a/n: first time writing two fics for the same song - but i love heaven so it's okay hehe~
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This party sucks. It sucks because it doubles as a date with some guy you don’t even care about and it sucks because even though you're with your date, all you do is look at him.
Of course you’re being a hypocrite, but the fact that Sunwoo is all over some girl is driving you insane. It’s been like, what, two weeks since you’ve broken up, a break-up you never thought would be permanent in the first place, but here he is whispering sweet nothings into her ear. The worst part is how he glances over to you from across the room as he leans in, well aware that you’re watching him instead of listening to whatever nonsense your date is trying to tell you.
When Sunwoo stands up to get himself a new drink from the kitchen, you down your own cup, finding an excuse to follow behind. He doesn’t even spare you a glance when you step into the room, focused on the drink he is pouring instead.
It's headless, all of this. You're not his girlfriend anymore, you have no right to tell him what to do. But you can't help yourself.
"Don't take her home with you."
He finally looks up, and you think you see a small grin tugging at his lips, "Why not?"
It's frustrating, because it's clear that you're playing right into his hands. After all the time spent together and apart, you should know him better, should know how he acts by now. He never had the intention to take her home, he just doesn’t want to lose. The only reason he even started flirting with her was because you brought a date first and he needs to prove to you that you're not over him. He's right.
"You know why," you respond.
"Hm," he hums, slowly stepping around the kitchen island to close the distance between the two of you, "what about him then? Weren't you planning to take him back home, too?"
You’re well aware he already knows the answer to that. But he wants to hear you say it, wants you to admit that it was all just a means to get under his skin and make him jealous. You don’t want to give him that satisfaction. Just this once you wish he’d cave in first, so you’d know that he is as hung up on the two of you as you are.
“Stop being such a dick,” you frown.
“I’m not,” Sunwoo takes another step closer, his feet stopping only inches from your own. “Do I need to remind you that you are the one who started this little game by asking him to come to the party with you? I’m just playing to win.”
“He asked me,” you correct but Sunwoo just rolls his eyes, “Same difference. Fact is, you brought him here with you.”
“Because I wanted you to say something.” You regret the words the moment they leave your lips, hating how vulnerable you’re making yourself in front of someone who doesn’t show you the same openness. There are tears welling up in your eyes and you know you’re going to start crying if you stay any longer. So, you turn to leave, disappearing into the closest bathroom before he could say anything else. You lock the door and then you just crumble in on yourself, a picture of misery sitting on the cold bathroom floor. In a way all of this is your fault anyway, because you were the one who blurted out the sentence ‘let’s break up’ over a silly argument. But before you could’ve tried to take things back, he'd already said sure. As if it wasn’t a hard decision to make at all. You wonder if he regrets it the way you do. If you could redo it all, you would have never said it. But if he could redo it, would his answer still be the same?
You take a deep breath before you stand up, legs shaking as you walk to the sink to splash some water in your face. When you look up at your reflection in the bathroom mirror, you feel strangely detached from the person you see. As miserable as you feel, you look fine. Your eyes are a little red, but it could easily be blamed on the alcohol and that’s good, it’s good that no one will notice you cried but at the same time it doesn’t feel quite right.
Another deep breath and a few splashes of water to your face later, you decide to step back outside. You can’t hide in the bathroom all night, both because it’s only a matter of time until your date would start looking for you, and because you don’t want Sunwoo to know just how heartbroken you are about all of this.
Except, the moment you open the door Sunwoo is right there, pushing himself off the wall he’s been leaning against, and it becomes clear that he’s been waiting for you. It takes him one look at you before he says “You cried.”
You want to tell him off, but all the hurt and anger about the situation makes new tears well up in your eyes. “And whose fault is that?”
“‘m sorry.” He gives you a dorky smile that you want to hate but can’t bring yourself to. “I didn’t want to make you cry. I didn’t think you would.”
“Well, you thought wrong,” you press out, not even trying to stop the fresh tears from running down your cheeks now.
“Sorry,” he says again, stepping closer to cup your face.
“Is it that hard to be nice to me? You already know I don’t care about him so why can’t you just—”
“You broke up with me, though,” he interrupts but his voice isn’t accusatory at all.
“And you said sure! You agreed so easily! And now you’re so hung up on winning this stupid break up, while I just wanna run it all back, I—” you swallow around the lump in your throat, “I just wanna make you love me, too.”
He huffs a fond little laugh, his thumb brushing away the tears on your cheek, “Well, guess what, I’ve been loving you this whole time.”
“Then why did you agree to the break up? And why are you with that girl?”
He shrugs sheepishly, “Maybe I wanted you to say something, too.”
“Well I’m saying something now. I hate it, I hate all of this.”
“Me too,” he leans his forehead against yours, “I hate it.”
“Let’s take it back then, let’s take it all back.”
His nose brushes against yours and you feel his words on your skin as he replies, “Yes, let’s take it back.” And then he closes the distance to kiss you, his lips on yours feeling warm and familiar and just like heaven.
⇢ Sunwoo x reader, 500 ish words. Short and fluffy.
⇢ Your new lip gloss is berry flavoured.
Sunwoo was staring at you again.
"What?" you finally ask, giving up on the textbook in front of you after spending all too long reading and rereading the same paragraph. It definitely wasn't a good idea to study with him when he would be so distracting, even if he was simply staring at you.
"Hmm? I'm studying," his lip twitches before settling into a lazy smile. "Studying you."
"Ugh, you're such a distraction."
He doesn't even bother hiding the fact that he hadn't been doing his readings at all for the past hour. The textbook may be open in front of him, but it's upside down. It also wasn't for any of the courses he was taking.
Sunwoo grabs the armrest of your chair and drags your entire seat closer to him. "Then let's go do something fun? I know you definitely haven't learned a thing from that page."
"It's your fault I can't focus," you mutter, avoiding his gaze as he continues staring. Up close now.
"Well, you should be focusing on me instead." Sunwoo leans in. He lowers his voice, "Besides, I can't help it when you smell so good. You are so intoxicating that it's dangerous."
You quickly glance around the library, making sure there's no one in the vicinity to witness this. "Stop, it's just the new lip gloss. Some sort of berry or fruity flavour."
"Hmm," he hums. Drops his gaze inch by inch until it rests on your lips. "Does it taste as good as it smells?"
"You... want to find out?"
Sunwoo nods, slowly leaning in. He cups your jaw, tilting your head towards him ever so gently. You relax your mouth and part your lips, letting your eyes slowly close. The loud thudding of your heart seems to cut through the silence of the library as you anticipate the moment his lips would meet yours.
But then you feel it. It's not his lips that meet yours. He runs a finger against your bottom lip instead as if scooping up the gloss, before putting it in his own mouth.
Tasting it. Literally.
"What—are you doing?"
"Can't really taste much," he says, pretending to think as he savours the flavour on his tongue. His mouth slowly curls into a smirk when he notices your frown. "What? Were you expecting something else, hmm?"
"N-no! Shut up—"
"You're cute, you know? If you wanted me to kiss you that badly, you should've just said so," Sunwoo laughs, lightly ruffling your hair. "But maybe I could go for another taste of your lip gloss. To figure out what it is."
This time the teasing smirk turns into a fond smile just before he closes the distance. And this time, his soft lips do meet yours. His touch is light and yet it makes you feel all too hot, your pulse quickening by the second. It makes you forget about the sweet scent of berries when all you could taste was Sunwoo.
There's a playful look in his eyes when he pulls back to catch his breath.
"So?" you prompt. "Did you figure it out?"
Sunwoo furrows his brows, thinking. Or rather, pretending to think. "It might be berry, but," he says cheerfully before leaning in once again, "I guess I'll just have to get another taste to make sure."
Requested by anon! You broke up with Sunwoo because of long distance and he’s hated you ever since. When you meet up after three years, feelings resurface.
Genre: angst, ex to lovers au, enemies to lovers kinda, fluffy ending.
A/N: JESUS i know I said that I don’t have time because I LITERALLY DON’T. So don’t ask me why all this inspiration comes to me when I can’t even sit down to write -- I write on the way to and from work, it’s so sad -- so yeah. I hope you enjoy <3 <3
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Breaking up because of long distance was one of the biggest regrets of your life. The fact that you had to let him go because it was just getting too hard for your heart to cope was, in itself, heartbreaking. But you figured that it could get better, for the both of you, if you moved on with your lives without being tied at the hip with someone that was a continent away.
Except, the moment you had murmured your silent goodbyes, you had broken down into the most horrible, heartbreaking sobs that had ravaged your entire body. You cried and cried and cried, and wouldn't stop. The tears just wouldn't stop even when you told yourself that it was better this way, that he'd find someone better, stronger, it did nothing to ease the burning pain pulling your heartstrings apart.
One thing was for sure, Sunwoo's behaviour made things much easier. He'd grown distant first, curt and cold and isolating you, though you knew deep down it was a way to protect his own heart from the damage you'd inflicted on him.
But then he started ignoring your messages, spoke rudely whenever you did catch him on the phone. While you tried being understanding the first few times, you soon grew frustrated and annoyed that he'd act so childishly. The man you had once loved with all your heart had now been reduced to nothing but someone who kept digging holes into your heart.
You juggled the thought of asking him whether he hated your guts for what you did. You wouldn't judge him. On the contrary, you'd understand.
But you hadn't. Merely because the thought of losing him forever pained you.
Fast forward three years and here you were, sitting in a restaurant with a group of your high school friends, Sunwoo included. He'd nodded curtly at your appearance but did nothing more, causing your heart to squeeze in pain at the nostalgia kicking through your stomach.
"It's been years, Y/N. And you look the same," one of your good friends, Eric, jovially stated with a wink, already down by a few beers.
"Thanks Eric, I'll take that as a compliment."
"Don't go hitting on Sunwoo's ex with him right here," your classmate Raina said, "let's not end this dinner in a fight."
"I don't think Sunwoo minds," you mumbled loud enough for it to reach everyone's ears.
"You're right, I don't care," Sunwoo's voice -- still as deep, still as gorgeously beautiful and rough. An obvious contrast to the iciness of his words like pricks aimed at your heart.
You tried your best to brush off his comment, turning to Raina to ask her about any updates about her love life.
As the night wore on and people fell into deeper conversation, others left with excuses that they had spouses to return to, families waiting for them. Until there's only you and Eric in a corner, with Sunwoo at the bar, chatting up a gorgeous girl that looked like she had just walked out of a magazine spread.
"Still doesn't wanna talk huh?" Eric took a swig of his drink.
You shook your head, "he hates me, Eric."
"No he doesn't."
"Yes, he does.He can't even look at me in the eye without scowling."
"Bollocks. You just don't see it."
"What's there to see?" You scoffed, "if killing me was legal he would've done it ages ago."
Hesitating slightly, Eric takes another swig of his drink before replying, "look, I can't speak for him. But...you'll just have to talk to him yourself."
"Fuck no, I'm not doing that," you crossed your arms over your chest.
"Stubbornness never looked good on anyone."
You pulled out your tongue in response.
"Childish," Eric's eyebrow rose in amusement. Before you could defend yourself though, the said man turned to call out Sunwoo's name and you watched in growing horror as Sunwoo walked over to your table.
"Right," Eric jumped up from his seat as though it was on fire, "Sunwoo, keep her company. I'm off to see my girlfriend."
"What? No--" but Eric was already out of the door before Sunwoo's protests were heard, resulting in an awkward air hanging off your table the moment he turned, causing you to quickly drop your eyes to the beer you were nursing.
"You don't have to stay here," came your mumble.
You felt him shift in his seat before he said, "even if I am, I'm not doing this for you."
"I know," you shot back, gaze flitting up to clash with his mahogany orbs, ones that you remembered held so much love and tenderness before. They were now cold, dark with silent seething anger. You continued, "I know you're not. I never asked you to."
"Then stopping looking at me like that," he snapped, "you of all people should know how tough this is for me."
"Sunwoo, it's been three years--"
"Don't," he cut you off with a hiss, "talk about that."
Rage started to bubble in your stomach, "I don't understand whether you hate me, or whether you’ve just turned into this rude annoying person that nobody can stand.”
He seemed to have been slapped by your statement, stayed silent for a few minutes as he clasped his drink a little tighter.
Knowing Sunwoo, he was probably silently seething from what you'd just said. Your own fingers clenched around your beer, hating how easily he could upset you even after all these years.
When he spoke next, his alto was slightly softer, a little less harsh on you, "I don't hate you."
"Doesn't seem like it to me."
There was a pause in which you managed to recollect your emotions, the anger simmering down to cold remorse at how badly you had left things.
"I'm sorry," you murmured out, avoiding his eyes in case he saw the pain that consumed you, "I know it's not easy for you. It's not easy for me either."
"I don't hate you, Y/N," Sunwoo's alto was gentle this time, without any of the malice of the earlier hour, "I...It just hurts me, every time I see you I can't stop thinking of what we were before. I--" he shifted and you managed to lift your orbs up to his, only to see guilt swimming through his as he choked out, "I miss you."
Emotion tightened your chest. Tears rushed to your eyes, "I miss you too."
You stayed unmoving, your eyes saying everything that your words couldn't. The music boomed around you, filled the empty silence that would've swallowed you whole otherwise.
When you felt your ex-boyfriend move in your peripheral, you glanced at him, noticing for the first time the tired lines around his eyes. What looked like resignation was set on his face.
And then he was pushing his hair back, muttering a string of excuses about how he couldn't do this anymore before he walked right out of the bar, with you gaping at his retreating form.
"Sunwoo! Hey--" you scrambled up to chase after him, stumbling over your feet as you gripped your bag clumsily. Running out into the street to see him already steps ahead of you, you quickly jogged up to his frame, not taking into account the nervous fluttering through your chest.
"Hey, wait! Sunwoo!" You gripped onto his arm and pulled him back. He resisted.
You started blurting things out anyway, desperate to make things right, desperate to take away the pain he felt.
"Sunwoo I'm sorry," you stumbled on as he quickened his stride, "I never--I never meant to hurt you, I-- I thought that it was best for both of us at the time, I didn't--" your words were choked, laced with emotion, "I didn't know how hard it would be."
He stopped so abruptly you almost walked into his back.
His shoulders shook as he spoke, "when we broke up, I couldn't stop thinking. Did I do something wrong? Should I have done more?" He took a breath, "I wasn't living, Y/N. I barely ate. I kept seeing you everywhere I went. It was-- it was horrible," his alto broke at the last word.
You took a step closer. Tentative. Hesitant. Hands tightened into fists.
He continued, "and it never got better. I thought it would. That's what they all said. But three years have passed. Three years and I still feel like I lost the most precious fucking thing in my life and I can't live with myself because of that."
You couldn't feel your heart, which was tightening with pain and sympathy that mirrored his words. Memories of you crying into your pillow as you willed all of your love to disappear, memories of the dull ache stretching across your ribs because you had cried too much.
You opened your mouth, an apology on the tip of your tongue, when Sunwoo swivelled around so fast you barely blinked, his hands finding your shoulders in a tight grip.
"Y/N," His eyes were red and red-rimmed as they searched yours in growing desperation, "look Y/N, what I had-- what we had, I miss that. I miss us. Please, I--" swallowing thickly as his grip tightened on you, he continued, "you can do anything. Anything, Y/N. Break me. Use me. Do whatever the fuck you want but just-- just--" his chest heaved with a shaky inhale, a sob echoing from his throat, "just let me be yours again."
The silence that followed was deafening. You couldn't believe your ears. Your heart beat so loud you felt it vibrate against your ribcage.
His chest heaved, his breaths coming out short and static as he stared at you, waiting, hoping.
There were so many things, so many things you wished to say at this very moment, so many things that you had regretted the moment you had parted ways with this amazing man.
And now, to hear that he wanted you back, that he was still undoubtedly, irrevocably in love with you was enough to bring fresh tears to your eyes as another wave of pure hope crashed through your heart and flooding it with light.
"Y/N," Sunwoo searched your eyes, "say something--"
You did. Jumped up to press your mouth against his.
He stumbled, hands finding purchase at your waist.
And when he kissed you back, all thoughts flew out of your head only to leave Sunwoo's taste engulfing your entire being like you had never stopped loving him from the first day you met.
It was pure, utter bliss. It was like finding the lost lover that had parted ways with you at sea. Sunwoo's mouth was hard on your own as he moved with the same grace, the same fluidity that left you breathless. His grip tightened, fingers sliding under the hem of your shirt to rest on your lower back as sparks ignited beneath your half-closed lids. Everything came crashing back; the memories, the happiness, the giddy excitement that erupted in the form of goosebumps and electrical sizzles over your limbs whenever Sunwoo kissed you.
It had never stopped. And at this very moment, you wondered briefly why you had forced him away when your heart was still irrevocably his.
One hand coming up to cup your jaw, he proceeded to tilt your head back to suckle onto your lower lip, the action causing a gasp to die in your throat while your hands tightened around his neck, pulling him even closer if that was possible.
Sunwoo's chest rumbled with a choked up moan, tongue darting out to meet yours halfway while a soft whimper echoed through your throat. You tried to match his movements, to kiss back as passionately as he was kissing you. But it was almost like Sunwoo was trying his best to make up for all the time you's spent apart, his mouth permanently pressed on yours and when you turned to catch your breath, he kissed your cheek, the corner of your eye, pulling you into him to imprint another kiss at the base of your neck.
You shuddered with emotion, body lighting up on fire and heat pooling through your stomach. Turning your head back until your noses brushed, your breath caught when your eyes locked, for Sunwoo's gaze was one of fierce, intense affection, as though you were something he'd sworn to protect his whole life.
"Don't," his gaze softened, thumb brushing your lower lip, "don’t ever leave me again, I--” his own lips trembled, "I don't know how...how I'll live with myself if you do."
You knew that words were going to be useless at this point, so you just nodded, biting down on your lower lip as he leaned in and dropped a kiss near your temple.
It was weird after so long, to have his body so close and his scent overwhelming your senses, a reminder of many long nights where you'd cuddled up to sleep on his chest. Just the memory made your lips tilt into a soft amile.
That grabbed his attention, "what are you thinking about?" He murmured.
"About you," your soft maroon clash with his intense dark chocolate, "about how stupid it was to have given up on us, because all this time apart feels like a waste. And I feel so stupid."
"It's not your fault Y/N," he smoothed a hand over the side of your head as his gaze softened, "there were so many things working against us. And maybe-- maybe it was right, at this time."
Your head tilted upwards to watch him. You felt his fingers, absentmindedly drumming against your lower back and igniting a line of sparks up your spine.
He continued, "I wouldn't have known, how important you were to me, how you filled up such a major part of my life--Oh shit. You're crying?" He was quick to catch your incoming tear with his thumb, panic flashing through his features, "Y/N? What is it? What did I say?”
“Nothing, it’s nothing I just--I’m so sorry I broke up with you,” you blurted out as silent tears trailed down your cheeks. Shaking your head and looking up into his maroon orbs, you impulsively reached up to cup his face with your hands. Lucky, your subconscious chanted. You were lucky to have someone like him.
"Come here,” You didn’t protest when Sunwoo’s arms tugged you into his broad chest -- was it broader? You felt like it was-- before his head rested atop yours. Another softest of pecks was imprinted atop your forehead, then your nose, before he dipped his head for a chaste kiss upon your mouth.
It felt like a promise. It felt like a message conveyed from him to you, that he wasn’t about to let go, prompted even more when he wound his arms around your frame in a firm, yet gentle hug.
You pillowed your head against his chest, closed your eyes, and counted all your blessings.
You were definitely counting Sunwoo as one. And you’d make sure that you wouldn’t be as foolish as to let go of him ever again.
Requested by anon! You break up with your boyfriend at the annual dinner staff celebration. But thankfully, Sunwoo swoops in to save the day.
Genre: fluff, a little angst if you squint. CEO! Sunwoo au, Noona au.
A/N: I’m sorry for taking so long with requests but I literally have NO time to write *cries*. But I’ll try my best to go through them asap. Thank you for your patience and for understanding, and thank you most of all, for reading my works <3 <3
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"Now is your time," Jacob urges, "do something."
He doesn't have to call Sunwoo for attention, for the said man's eyes are already riveted towards the couple in question swaying on the dance floor. Or had been swaying anyway. Because right now, they're squarely facing each other and even with the loud music booming through the speakers, small snippets of angry conversation seems to reach the pair.
"I can't do that," Sunwoo mumbles while ducking his head away, "you know I can't do that. People will talk--"
"People will always talk Sunwoo," Jacob cuts him off with a stern look, "you're not doing that as Mr. Kim, CEO of Kim Finances. You're doing it as Kim Sunwoo, just a guy smitten with his junior associate."
The younger man decides to keep quiet, though Jacob can practically see the cogs turning in his head.
"I can't keep doing this Jaehwan," your voice suddenly pierces through the music, "how am I supposed to trust the fact that you're hanging out with your ex--you go out to drink with her! I--"
"She knows my friends Y/N, she's already in the group. I don't know why you're making such a fuss about this!"
Beside him, Jacob scoffs, "what a dick."
"Because you did it once!" You yell out, fists clenched and chest heaving, "you did it once Jaehwan. How--How am I supposed to trust you--"
Jaehwan murmurs something before his hands reach out as a gesture to calm you. But it's too late. You push at his chest while crying out, "Oh stop acting like you're the good guy. You know damn well what you did!"
People around you have stopped with curious gazes, something that's bound to result in office gossip the next day and though Sunwoo isn't one to act like a hero, he decides that he'd better swoop in before things get out of hand.
As the CEO, it's his duty. He tells himself. Yeah, that's right.
So that is how he finds himself striding up to the pair of you to position himself in a way that he can shield you from Jaehwan.
"Hey guys," his eyes flit back and forth between the pair, "we should probably take this outside--"
"You're one to talk Y/N," Jaehwan scoffs, "you accuse me of talking to my exes when you gallivant in the office, getting all friendly with the superiors--"
"They're just friends! And--"
"Think I didn't know you little game?! What about you flirting with him, all the time?!" Jaehwan jabs a thumb in Sunwoo's direction, causing him to blink in surprise before rage clouds over.
"Excuse me?" He finds his voice, fist suddenly clenching at his side while narrowing his eyes at the said man.
The latter scoffs, hands plopping atop his hips as he shakes his head, "wow, look at that. Y/N, what'd you do for him to take your side? Bet you had a nice suck--"
That does it. Sunwoo's fist flies forward, hits Jaehwan straight in the jaw.
The whole room gasps. Silence ensues.
It takes a few seconds for Jaehwan to straighten back up, his nostrils flared and his mouth twisted in a scowl that he throws at Sunwoo, "you little fucker--"
Everything happened so fast. One moment Jaehwan is lurching at the CEO's body and Sunwoo throws himself before Y/N, and the next, two colleagues are dragging Jaehwan away, all the while screaming obscenities for everyone to hear and see.
Noticing the way your face is crumpled as though you're about to cry, the CEO makes a grab for your shoulders, spins you around, and walks you out of the room, out of the gaping eyes drilling holes into the back of your heads.
It is only when the burst of fresh air hits your face that you inhale shakily, hands finding purchase onto the terrace railing.
"You okay?" Sunwoo murmurs softly.
While his fingers itch to touch you, hold you close, he decides that it's not wise. Not now.
"Noona?" He prompts.
"Huh?" Your eyes flutter up to his, causing his heart to squeeze at the sight of the tears brimming at the corners, "sorry, I--" taking a shaky inhale, you stumble through your words, "I'm sorry he lashed out at you--"
"Noona," Sunwoo rests his hand atop your arm, "it's fine. Breathe."
A long silence ensues where you try to even out your breathing. He watches though his chest hurts at the sight of your struggle, helpless in such a situation.
When you manage to recollect yourself long enough, you manage a wobbly smile. Sunwoo's heart clenches at the pain lingering in your brown orbs.
Fucking bastard, he swears if he ever sees his face he'll break his two legs.
"He's not wrong you know," you say, keeping your gaze averted, away from him, as if embarrassed by the mere notion of it.
Moving closerr to you, his hand settles on the small of your back, "what do you mean?"
"He--He knows we're close, too close for his liking. it didn't help that I told him how popular you were with the girls."
He scoffs, "not a reason."
"I might have also told him..." you spare him a glance and bite down on your bottom lip, "...that I liked you before. That's what started this whole thing. He thinks I cheated on him, with you. So he thinks it's okay to see his ex, except that--" swallowing hard, you continue in a whisper, "except that I never cheated. I'd never do that Sunwoo and--"
Tears are free falling down your cheeks now and without hesitation Sunwoo's arms lace themselves around your middle just in time for you to lean into his cheat to sob. He holds you, holds you as your ahoulders shake and your body quivers and all the sadness comes pouring out of you like a free-flowing river finally able to run its course.
He holds you, while trying not to let his brain jump to the conclusion that there might be a bigger strand of hope for him to catch your heart and make it his.
She liked me, his brain roars like a blaring siren.
Maybe she still does.
When your sobs finally calm down into soft sniffles, he manages to pull you back enough before cupping your chin and tilting it up so that you have no choice but look at him.
The emotion he finds swimming across your face causes another stab to resonate through his ribcage. He hates seeing you so frail, so weak.
"Even if we are close," he murmurs, "that doesn't justify him cheating. Nothing ever does."
"But it's my fault," you blubber against his chest, "I should've just kept my distance--"
"You'd ignore me for him?"
You hesitate slightly, "that's not what I--"
"No. Noona, you can't just end friendships with people just because he said so. If he loves you as he claims he does, he wouldn't be so jealous and insecure," He interrupts in barely-restrained anger, "being in love doesn't mean throwing away everything else. It doesn't work that way and he's a dick for even implying that on you."
He can keep going, but spotting your bottom lip wobbling is enough to allow the words to die at the back of his throat. Instead he just holds you a little closer, an embrace that you gladly accept, tucks your head under his jaw before rocking you back and forth like you're a child that needs comforting.
He isn't really aware of the hours that slip by, only realizes that it's late when he notices the lights aren't on anymore inside the room, that there aren't any voices in the vicinity to suggest that there's still a presence of a party. Glad that there aren't any curious eyes, he doesn't waste time guiding you to his car so that he can drive you home, scooping you into his arms -- you'd fallen asleep on the way and he knows his way to your flat -- and clumsily letting himself in your safe haven.
Gently laying you down onto a nearby sofa, your sleeping form snuggles closer to the pillows on instinct as a soft sigh leaves your lips. Sunwoo gathers a blanket from the side before he tucks you in, careful not to jostle you awake. But there's nothing to worry about. You are happily swept up in a reverie of dreams.
"Cute," Sunwoo can't help but mutter under his breath while crouching down to gaze fondly at your smoothed out features, a drastically different picture from the crying mess you'd been a few hours before.
He reaches out, hand brushing away a few stray strands of hair from your face, "why didn't you tell me sooner?"
A soft sigh escapes him, "I liked you too, noona. I've always liked you, idiot."
And then, not being able to restrain himself, the young man leans over to drop a chaste kiss atop your forehead.
"Sleep tight, princess," he murmurs.
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Knock knock knock.
Sunwoo looks up from the pile of papers scattered across his desk, face worn out with tiredness and practically running on caffeine. Speaking off, he should probably get another cup.
"Yes?" He calls, though he inwardly cringes at the way his alto croaks without energy.
But the moment the door swings open to reveal your face, the young CEO relaxes. He leans back in his seat before closing his eyes, "it's only you."
"Were you expecting someone else?" You ask while closing his door. You approach his desk gingerly, with a fearful gait in your step that though you hope he doesn't notice, he does so anyway.
He shakes his head in response, before he motions her to take a seat. You don't though, rocking back and forth on your heels with your hands knotting themselves, a sign of nervousness.
"Noona?" He peers at you when you don't say anything, concern flaahing through his features, "what's wrong?"
Taking a deep, shaky breath, you squirm slightly before you manage to gather up all your courage to blurt out:
"I heard you, that night."
Silence. Sunwoo stares at you, confusion blossoming into realization when his brain puts two and two together.
He jolts up from his chair, "you heard--you mean, what--what did you hear?"
"Well," you shuffle from one foot to another while averting your gaze, "uhm--I heard you speak, that time when you carried me to my flat--"
"And you kept that to yourself all this time?!"
"What was I supposed to do?! I was confused!"
In truth, only two weeks had passed since the famous incident. Though, you were glad that Sunwoo had been too busy to actually realize you had been silently avoiding him. It had given you time to gather your thoughts and actually think over what you really wanted to say.
After all, Sunwoo is the CEO of Kim Finances. You are just a mere nobody. He doesn't really need you.
"You--You--" he struggles to gather his thoughts as he gazes at you, a mere puppy being kicked by its owner with his cheeks filling with the softest peony.
You approach his desk, noting the way his eyes widen at your blunt confidence while you round the table to stand before him.
"I like you," you look up at him boldly even when your cheeks are flaming with colour and your palms are coated with a sheen of swear, heart beating as if you’ve just run a mile without any breaks, "I've always liked you. Except, people talk and you’re like three years younger than me, which doesn’t help things and the fact that I just recently broke up with Jaehwan because of you just seems wrong--”
One second you’re trying to justify yourself, and the next Sunwoo is cupping your cheeks and pulling you in as his mouth finds yours in a hard, passionate kiss.
A small sigh escapes your throat, which he takes as a green light. His hands grip your waist before he pins your soft curves to his hard frame, the action leaving you breathless and your head dizzy as he slowly moves his lips over yours.
He kisses, nibbles, sucks softly while your hands pave a way up his chest to grip tight on his work shirt and when your butt hits the edge of his table, the young CEO doesn’t hesitate to grab your thighs before propelling you up on his desk. Covering your protests with his lips, body slipping right in-between your thighs while his tongue delves in to caress yours, a low growl echoes from deep within his chest when you kiss back with just as much ardour.
You’ve never really thought of kissing Sunwoo up until recently. But all these fantasies had always felt wrong somehow, maybe because you know he’s younger which automatically made him younger brother material. Or so you thought. And it’s not like his attitude had helped in the past. While he was the CEO of a big multinational company, Sunwoo was still a big kid at heart who just loved pestering you and bullying you with his affection.
But this, him kissing you and ravaging your lips as if that’s the last time you shall ever see each other again, that is definitely not the Sunwoo you’ve grown to know.
This is a different Sunwoo. This Sunwoo feels like a man. His grip is firm, his mouth hot and hard and just the pure bliss of a drug you can’t get enough of.
You’re not really sure when your arms manage to lace their way around his neck, but it’s only when you part for air that you realize how close you are, how his chest is practically pressed against yours it can be considered scandalous. He takes this chance to pepper soft kisses over your jaw and when you turn your head to allow him to explore, doesn’t hesitate to slowly nuzzle his way along your neck, nibbling here and there and causing your body to squirm, a soft whimper falling from your lips which he only answers with a deep, satisfied rumble from his chest.
Head tilting back up so that his nose brushes yours, he murmurs, “I don’t care what people think,” his alto is rough, so deep that it hits you with a wave of desire. You can’t help but notice his fingers which have somehow found a way to ghost up your thighs as he speaks.
Swallowing hard, you try to find your voice to answer him, “I--I don’t want this relationship to hurt your reputation--”
Another round of butterflies flutter up your chest when he drops a peck on your lips to shush you, “you think too much,” he mumbles against your mouth, pressing another chaste kiss, “about things that don’t matter.”
“Sunwoo, I--”
“Noona,” he gives you a hard look, dark eyes filled with an intensity, a depth that makes you wonder briefly whether he’s hiding a galaxy of feelings by the amount of tenderness echoing through his pools of dark obsidian.
“You can’t keep living for others,” he tucks some of your hair behind your ear, “and I’m not asking for much. All I ask is for you to give me a chance.”
He has a point. You’re always so self-conscious of what others might think that sometimes, you feel like it’s the reason why you’re so unhappy.
So as your eyes find his to answer his question, you dip your head down into a nod.
“okay,” you murmur. The man lets out a relieved sigh, before bringing you into another hug, one that fills your heart with a flurry of feelings you can’t quite place. Though you know they’re definitely tending towards the good side.
“You won’t regret it,” he whispers into your shoulder, pecking the side of your ear.
You shiver, arms wrapping a little tighter, “I know I won’t.”
types of hugs with « kim sunwoo »
↳ ones filled with reassurance
You know he’s difficult to wake up, the boys have told you this many times over. In fact, you’ve experienced it many times over. Sunwoo likes his sleep, is often one of the last to rise and get ready, and has a tendency of running late because he either oversleeps, or sleeps in. It’s not really bothersome, it’s kind of endearing—especially when you think of all the times he’s shown up to meet you with ruffled hair that he’d clearly tried to pass off that it was styled that way. He’s never late to important events, and so this is easy to just write off as a harmless bad habit.
But the longer you sit in the dark, staring at Sunwoo’s sleeping form and the way his full lower lip juts out into a pout, nudging him gently with the tips of your fingers, hesitant—the more your shivers slowly increase into quakes. Just shake him. Don’t be so gentle. He won’t be mad. Is what you tell yourself, but your hand is shaking so much that you can’t keep it steady enough to put any force behind waking him.
It’s right then that Sunwoo grumbles in his sleep, rolling over onto his side. His arm falls across the bed—empty, where you should be laying—and he immediately jolts awake. Jolts in the same exact way you did, eyes widening to meet the unexpected, suffocating darkness with panic, when you’d been plunged awake and out of your head.
As Sunwoo’s eyes adjust, he finds your own eyes and meets them. One sweep of his gaze—filled with a warmth that you can feel as it seeps through your shivering form to your core, wrapping around your heart—and Sunwoo is reaching behind you. His palm rests flat against your back as he pulls you against his broad chest.
“What happened?” He murmurs against your ear, his voice thick with sleep and holding an edge of a rasp, having to force his vocal chords to work after they’d been resting. His other hand rests at the back of your head to push your face against his shoulder. It’s then, tucked flush against his form, that the shaking of your body picks up as sobs you hadn’t realized you’d been holding in break out.
“N-n-n-nightm-m-mare,” you can barely blubber the word out, and Sunwoo is quick to shush you. At your back, his hand curls up and you feel his fingertips dance circles between your shoulder blades. Comforting. Soothing. Something he always did whenever he felt you needed the silent calm.
“Breathe, love,” he reminds you, his voice soft. The hand that had been at the back of your head moves to gently claim your wrist, leading it to his chest until your hand falls over his heart. Sunwoo slows his breathing down, hoping you’ll follow his pattern after you suck in a deep breath, before letting it out. He sits with you in the silence of the night, fingers repeating the same circles on your back until you think you may go dizzy from focusing on the movement, keeping you firmly tucked against him. Just like the warmth in his gaze, you can feel the warmth of his presence seeping through every fiber of your being. Safe. Protected. Reassuring.
It takes a while, but you slowly begin to calm in his embrace. Your shaking subsides, the shivers that were never from the cold but from an untouchable sense of fear being smothered by Sunwoo. When your breathing returns to normal, Sunwoo turns his head slightly to kiss your temple. His hand at your back finally stops, and he wraps both arms around your frame before pulling you back against the pillows with him.
Initially, you push against him during the fall. “N-no, Sunwoo, I can’t...”
“It’s okay,” he assures you, turning his head to look at you where you rest against his shoulder. Just a nose tip’s length apart, you can clearly see that warmth in his eyes that had filled you up earlier. Sunwoo brushes his nose against yours.
“Go back to sleep. We can talk about it in the morning if you want. No more bad dreams will come. I’ll stay awake and guard them off. I’ll snatch them right out of the air if they even try to sneak back into that pretty little head.” As he says this, he leans up, planting a kiss on your forehead.
Resting your head against Sunwoo’s shoulder, staring into his eyes—you believe him.
You aren’t sure when you fall back asleep, but when you wake up in the morning, you’re still gently tucked against Sunwoo’s frame, as though he’d clung you close to him the entire night.
Sunwoo comes home to find you insecure and filled with self-hatred.
Genre: soft angst, fluffy bf! Sunwoo, supportive au
A/N: For the anon that requested this! I hope you like it :) <3
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"What's wrong?"
You didn't have to lift your head from the chopping board where you had been intently slicing through each layer of onion skin like it was your sole duty to do so, to know that your boyfriend's gaze was piercing holes right through your skull.
"Y/N," Sunwoo's voice was laced with concern, "what's wrong?"
"Oh nothing," you chirped back by putting as much energy in your voice as you could, happy to be occupied with the vegetables as the broth on the stove simmered happily in harmony. You tried hard not to squirm and quickly tried diverting his attention, "how was your day? Had a nice time with the boys?"
It was only when silence answered you that your eyes impulsively glanced up only to notice Sunwoo approaching all too fast. He closed the gap between your bodies, grabbed the chopped up vegetables and slid them into the bubbling broth.
Then, he swivelled around, arms caging you against the counter with such speed that you gasped at the close proximity and at the scowl that halted the series of protests rising up the back of your throat, suggesting that he wasn't in the mood to dance around problems. Not tonight.
"Sunwoo, the soup--"
"--Is simmering," he cut you off, voice grovelling with restrained emotion as he searched your face. You averted your eyes to focus on his shirt -- it was rumpled, probably from having been tossed aside when he ditched it to play basketball earlier -- but it seemed like Sunwoo had expected that, for his fingers found your chin before he tilted your face upwards, so that your eyes had no choice but to clash with his.
"Tell me," he snapped and you winced at the aggressiveness in his tone, "tell me why you're upset."
Impulsively, as though seeking comfort, your teeth found your bottom lip to chew on. Panic rose at the back of your throat and for a minute, you loathed the fact that Sunwoo knew how to read you so well, hated that before his eyes you fell apart like broken china, impossible to piece together no matter how much you tried.
The pot hissed in the background as though in agreement to his statement.
"I just--" you squeezed your eyes shut for a brief second, before meeting his dark orbs, darker with intent and swimming with a seriousness that made your stomach clench up, "I--I know it happens every once in a while but, I can't help it. I feel shitty about--" the words choke up your throat, "--about me, you know? It's stupid. You tell me that all the time. But--"
At this point, tears brim the corner of your eyes as you struggle to string words together under your boyfriend's watchful gaze, "I see you, always getting praised and complimented, always doing good, doing great actually. You--You're just this amazing person that everyone adores and admires, and I'm just--I'm just me. I'm not special. I'm not like you, made for the camera and born to be loved endlessly like that. I'm average, normal. Just another face in the crowd, another rat running that stupid race. So then I can't help but wonder, why--"
"Don't," Sunwoo's alto sliced through your monologue like a knife that stung the air, an edge held in his voice and reflected in the border of his irises, "don't even say it."
Despite your attempts to keep your emotions in check, you couldn’t restrain the soft sob falling from your lips. Sunwoo softened at the sound, his thumb stroking the underside of your jaw in comfort.
When he spoke next, his voice was laced with a tenderness that made your heart quiver slightly, “I never wanted anyone else, Y/N. You know why?”
You shook your head. His other hand went to caress the nape of your neck, “Because, Y/N, you--you’re so much more than what you think. How can you not see that? How can you feel shit about me, when you’re the one holding me together?” He shook his head then, and in his eyes you caught a glimpse of the soft watery glimmer, “I don’t care about all that superficial shit. I really don’t care. Beat yourself up all you want about how imperfect you are, but who says that’s imperfection? Who the fuck called you imperfect? It’s not imperfection, Y/N, it’s just human to be good at things, bad at others. So what? Why do you care? I don’t, because I love you, Y/N.”
At this point, your lips were trembling and tears were already silently making their way down your cheeks, silver trails glimmering in the light of the kitchen as your hands found their way around his middle to pull him close, burying your face in his chest. Gratefulness blossomed through your chest in a warm haze, spreading through your limbs and causing another sob to echo out of your throat.
“I’m sorry,” you murmured, so softly against his chest that you were surprised his ears picked up on the sound. He held you even tighter, lips finding the shell of your ear and sending tingles of electricity down your spine as he whispered back, “stop saying sorry.”
He tilted your head up once more and before you knew it, dropped a soft, chaste kiss upon your lips. Goosebumps blossomed along the back of your spine at his touch and you couldn’t help but sigh as relief washed through you, wrapped you up in its comfort that belonged to Sunwoo’s arms.
“I love you,” He said, voice hoarse, before he kissed your cheek.
“I love you too,” you murmured back with your noses touching.
It was only when the smell of smoke wafted through the air that you remembered you still had your pot of soup sizzling on the stove.
“Please you have to talk to me! It’s been a week Sunwoo, what is wrong with you?”
He sat with his head in his hands, knowing there was no running away from things now. You deserved to know why he had been so distant, why he’d gone cold.
He spoke, but barely above a whisper. “What?”
You stepped closer, kneeling in front on him and resting your hands on his knees as he took a deep breath.
“I said, I love you.”
Surely he’d misspoke. You two were nothing more than best friends, you always had been. Though you’d be lying if you said you hadn't thought of him in that way once or twice, but Sunwoo never showed any sign of liking you more than as his friend.
“Well, um, I don’t...I’m sorry I don’t know what to say.”
“This isn’t right....I can’t....I shouldn’t...”
He stood up, pacing the floor as you just moved to sit on his bed. Watching as he tried to calm himself.
“Sunwoo, I, what is so wrong? It’s okay if you feel that way. It’s, I don’t know, natural for us to be so close and you to have developed feelings. I mean, I even-”
“I never meant to fall in love with you!”
His voice rang throughout the room, causing you to jump a bit. “I can’t love you. I, I’m so sorry but you need to go, now. Please.”
