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sunwoo as your best friend who is secretly (not so secretly) in love with you headcanons
Pairing: Sunwoo x fem!reader Genre: fluff Word count: 183
AN: hiii, second post!! (≧▽≦) this time, some sunwoo headcanons, still new to writing, but it was fun to do ♡ hope you like iiit
• teases you constantly, giving you the most ridiculous nicknames — it's basically his love language at this point
• jokingly scares away any guy who tries to hit on you… except he's not really joking
• invites himself over to your house like it's completely normal — already knowing where everything is
• anime marathons at your place are a regular thing — and somehow you always end up watching "Your Name", even when you both swore you'd pick something different this time
• sends you random photos throughout his day for no reason at all — but if you stop replying for a while he suddenly starts sending even more
• grabs your hand whenever you walk next to each other, mumbling excuses like "your hands are cold" or "just checking if mine are still bigger than yours"
• brags about you to his friends like you're already his girlfriend
• extremely clingy with you — whenever you introduce him to new friends they immediately assume you're dating
• complains dramatically whenever you don't give him enough attention
• best friend Sunwoo who is so obviously in love with you… except you somehow can't see it
PART THREE
[ONE | TWO | THREE | FOUR]
members: the boyz eric and sunwoo
synopsis: after sunwoo finds out about lee eun jung’s one-year-long crush on eric, he challenges himself to win her over. [3rd person pov]
additional characters: lee eunjung [oc/reader] | lee sangyeon [brother] | lee gyu young [niece] | lee dong hyuck (haechan) | choi lia | hwang yeji
genres: situationship! with sunwoo, crush! eric, fluff, crack, angst, mature content, smut in some chapters
warnings: cursing.
w/c: 4.8k
taglist: @changminurheart @allorysayshi @en-boyz @vantxx95 @from-xero @sunlightwoo @junjungsunwoo @wooyoung-a @sunwoowuvbot @sunwoahkim @bbangsoonie @changmin-wrlds @just-here-to-read-01
sunwoo knows better than to think about eunjung in a particular light. but he can’t help himself - her hair smells like pomegranate and the scent of her skin has laid a nest in his head like a parasite burrowing a home. he groans into his pillow, freely, since his roommate left the room for god-knows-what.
he hasn’t been sleeping well, and he blames her for it. he’s been dreaming about her, thinking about the things she said. he never really gave a damn about what other people thought about him - that’s what everybody says, right? don’t let other people change who you are.
unfortunately, eunjung isn’t ‘other people’, and sunwoo cannot quantify the frustration that’s building in his chest that he’s admitted it to himself.
who gave her the authority to have such a hold over him? if she was softer, gentler, less of an asshole, sunwoo wouldn’t mind.
why would he?
but eunjung is not any of those. she is unafraid to knee him in the balls and openly simps for another man before him. this was a game he chose to start, and yet he’s losing.
“fuck-”
bzzzzzzt. bzzzzzzt.
sunwoo jumps a little in his bed, looking up to see his phone screen lit up. he reaches over and squints at the screen.
LEE EUNJUNG
he sits up abruptly, heart pounding and all the blood rushing up to his head from the sudden adrenaline. his stomach begins to flutter, which he frowns at, because it’s not a usual reaction he gets. usually girls are the ones who stutter and stammer in his presence, not the other way round, and especially when she’s the one who pissed him off?
sunwoo clears his throat and takes a deep breath, making an ‘o’ with his lips as he exhales with his palm on his chest. he picks up the call.
“what?”
“hey. look... i just wanted to apologise for whatever i said the other day.”
“what other day?”
a pause.
“tuesday. i’m sorry i said all those things.”
sunwoo leans back against the wall and crosses his free arm under his armpit. “and what horrid things did you say? or do... actually?” he can almost see her roll her eyes.
which she does - eunjung has her lips pursed and her patience on the tip of her tongue, ready to come out in a string of vulgarities.
no, she’s better than that.
“i’m sorry for saying that you’re attention seeking and i’m sorry for kneeing you in the balls,” she pauses. “i just... don’t like it that you’re getting in the way. i... my feelings for eric are my problem and you being in the equation because of that night just messed everything up. it might’ve been my fault for not being able to draw the line, and i apologise, but i don’t wish to have you involved in my love life.”
she stops, only now realising she’s said too much.
sunwoo, on the other end of the phone, is speechless. for the first time in weeks, he doesn’t know what to say to her.
eunjung notices the silence. she frowns to herself, pulling her phone away to make sure the call was still running.
“hello?”
“forget about the night we slept together. that was... on me too. and about eric, you’re right, that is your problem, and rest assured i won’t interfere. but i do need to admit that... i like you... and that’s my problem. so until you confess to eric and until he reciprocates... i will do my best to win you over.”
“...what?” she blurts. “i didn’t call you to encourage you.”
“i know. it was an apology, a good one, and thank you for telling me how you feel. clears up both our consciences.”
“i don’t know if that’s a word.”
“you know what i mean.”
“kim sunwoo-”
“anyway, gotta go. i have things to do. ta.”
sunwoo quickly hangs up. his palm flies to his chest. his heart is about to hop out through his ribcage.
eunjung huffs, pulling the phone away from her ear and frowning at the screen with the words ‘call ended’ on it. she pouts to herself, sighing as she bites her lips and tosses her phone on the bed.
eunjung stares at the ceiling.
win her over?
she rolls onto her side and shoves her face into her pillow, letting out a muffled scream that does absolutely nothing to relieve the balloon of frustration expanding in her chest.
he likes her.
that’s not new information, she tells herself. he’s flirted. he’s hovered. he’s inserted himself into conversations that had nothing to do with him.
why did he even care? why did he treat her like she was a puzzle he needed to solve out of spite?
but hearing him say it so plainly, so matter-of-factly-
i like you.
no teasing lilt. no smirk she could physically wipe off his face. just brutal honesty.
she groans and grabs her phone again, rolling up eric’s contact.
her stomach flips.
she hugs the phone on her chest.
sunwoo throws his phone onto his bed next to him like it personally offended him.
“what the hell was that?” he mutters to the empty room.
he runs both hands through his hair. he hadn’t meant to say that. he definitely hadn’t meant to end the call like that.
win her over? who the hell even says that?
he presses his palms to his face and groans. this was supposed to be a game. some stupid, ego-driven aftermath of a one-night fling. sunwoo wanted to play with her - nothing crazy. just wanted to see how she would respond to his flirtations and little quirks, then if they snogged or fucked another once or twice and nothing worked out, he would let it fade.
what he didn’t expect was this drive. this need. to win her over. he didn’t hate eric. why did it bother him that the girl he slept with didn’t like him? if it wasn’t eric, would he be responding like this?
sunwoo deeply hopes he would, but that would mean that the problem was not within eric - it was the fact that sunwoo had fallen into the problem that the grey area in a one-night stand births, and that’s actually falling for the person involved.
it was supposed to be funny. it was supposed to be a laughable one-night stand where he could bro-fist her or ignore her like some other regular person but somewhere between her knee slamming into his groin and her voice shaking just now on the phone, it stopped being funny.
he sits on the edge of his bed, staring at nothing.
“hey. hey!”
snapped out of his brainless zoning-out, sunwoo looks to the door. eric frowns, carefully closing the door behind him.
“damn, where did you go?”
sunwoo laughs it off. “to a world where i didn’t have to study to get good grades and a bright future.”
“fuck off,” eric hurls a shirt at him. “by the way, can i ask you something?”
“if it’s the answers to cultures and society, i don’t have them.”
eric scoffs, taking out his chair as sunwoo lies back down in his bed, arm under his neck.
“oh, please, i’d do that if i wanted to fail.”
“what did you want to ask? you’re scaring me. you never ask about asking something. you just... ask away.”
“okay, i’ll ask away,” eric clears his throat. he sits in the reversed chair, arms resting over the backrest. “what’s up with you and eunjung?”
sunwoo sharply turns his head to look at eric. there’s a heavy stare in his eyes that tells him that eric has seen it - the awkward and tensed air that hangs between him and eunjung.
the years of friendship with sunwoo have taught eric many things. that he was a scaredy cat who hated jumpscares, that he was a brilliant all-rounder when it came to doing the things he loved, and that he was a good friend despite his mischievous nature.
but it is also the years of friendship that told eric one thing - if sunwoo couldn’t conjure up a lie about it, then it meant something.
lia and yeji know instantly that something is wrong when they spot eunjung’s lifeless corpse gliding across the concourse. the dark eye circles, the hair that she didn’t bother to curl or tie up, not to mention the remnants on her neck that could now pass off as recovering mosquito bites.
“what happened?” lia crosses her arms. yeji flicks eunjung’s collar the right way.
eunjung takes a deep breath and sighs, looking around first like she were afraid to say what she wanted to say.
“what is it?” yeji frowns, taking a step back and scanning her face. “this is taking a toll on you. did you confess to him? did he reject you? did the other one confess to you? did you sleep with him again?”
“you got one of those right,” eunjung mutters, just loud enough for them to hear.
“no.”
“yeah. sunwoo... he-” eunjung groans, tilting her head so her face was against the ceiling. “i don’t know what to do.”
“well, not to be cliche as hell, but what does your heart tell you?” lia stands by eunjung, hooking one of her arms while yeji follows on the other side. they walk toward class.
“i don’t know, i don’t like being in such a sticky situation. i don’t like it that they are best friends and roomies! i can’t talk to one without worrying that the other one’s gonna spot me and think otherwise or interrupt and something goes awry.”
“does eric know?” lia questions in a hushed tone.
“i don’t... think he does but... he’s brought it up that he can see that something’s going on between us.”
“and how does that make you feel?”
“wow, way to be a therapist,” yeji snickers.
“inappropriate!” lia shushes disapprovingly. “so?”
“so? i don’t fuckin’ know. like i don’t want eric to know we fucked in that bed in that room, but on the other hand it’s killing me like a- a fucking chestburster! i wish he knew so i don’t have to hide the fact, but if he knew then how could he ever believe that he’s the one i like?”
“is he?”
eunjung gulps, knowing that the question isn’t accidental.
“you know this. you know this thing you’re in. your heart’s telling you one thing and your head’s telling you the other, isn’t it?”
“i don’t know about head-”
yeji laughs.
“stop it!” eunjung swats her on the arm.
“ow!” she chuckles again. “look, i don’t know much about this shit but when hyunjin comes home in a fucking bad mood, i just know it’s about a girl and you’re acting like him right now, and to be frank with you, i don’t think it’s about eric.”
“but you guys know i’ve been into him for awhile now, right? how can it go away so fast? just because of a one-night stand?”
“hey, a good fuck makes a difference.”
lia and eunjung turn and give her a deadpan look.
“i’d say ‘tell me i’m wrong’ but clearly, i’m not.”
“maybe you should tell eric.”
“are you crazy?”
“hear me out. confess to him, then see what he says. if he likes you back and if you fall into a million pieces and still ogle at him, that means you truly are into him. but if you feel like something’s off, then maybe he’s not the right one for you. and if he doesn’t like you back, then move on. i see it as a win-win.”
a win-win?
the words are muffled and mean nothing when the professor reads off his slides. eunjung doesn’t process much of it, if at all any. yeji and lia take turns nudging each other to check on eunjung, but it’s clear that her head and her heart were elsewhere.
bzzzt. bzzzt.
eunjung doesn’t usually check her phone during class, but since nothing was going into her head, she slides it out just enough to see who it’s from.
eric: hey, up for noodles later? sunwoo couldn’t make it.
the eatery was slightly emptied by the time class ended. she looked into the seating area through the large glass panels, spotting eric at a four-seater scrolling on his phone.
eunjung sucks in a deep breath and exhales through an ‘o’ shape of her lips, casually turning into the eatery and greeting the staff that was stationed by the order-yourself kiosk.
“hello,” she quietly greets, smiling at him as she sets her bag down.
“hey! just came from class?”
“yeah,” eunjung tucks her hair behind her ear and pushes the majority of her let-down hair behind her shoulder. she sits, and notices eric looking straight at her.
for a split moment, she thinks if eric will notice this and think that she’s flirting.
was it too obvious?
“still have to complete my readings and tutorials for tomorrow’s class, ugh.”
eric laughs politely, conscious that he doesn’t know how to respond.
“anyway, you really didn’t have to buy me lunch. sunwoo’s paywave had a problem so i just paid on the whim. it really didn’t cost a whole lot.”
“no, but you also helped watch out for me when we were at donghyuck’s birthday party, so if anything, i still owe you.”
though the small talk irks eunjung, she couldn’t complain. having a one-on-one lunch appointment (or date?) with eric was more than what she could’ve asked for, especially on such short notice, on such sudden notice.
it all seemed to work out.
after ordering their meals on the kiosk, they stood near the front counter, butts resting against a cushion backrest with their receipts in between their fingers. eric must have brainstormed a bunch of things to ask because everytime it fell silent, he thought of something new.
what was she majoring in? what was her favourite module? was she involved in any co-curricular? did she have any siblings? why didn’t she have a roommate? (usually students choose to have one. guess eric didn’t take her to be the lonely type.)
however grateful eunjung was that he seemed so pre-occupied at keeping the conversation going, she couldn’t help but feel some kind of desperation. desperation for what, she wasn’t sure.
“how’d you meet him, by the way?”
eunjung looks up from her soup noodles. “huh?”
“dong hyuck.”
“oh.”
“someone mentioned that you’d been friends for a long time.”
“yeah. dong hyuck and i were kindergarten friends. or schoolmates. we went to the same high school afterwards and got into the same class and we just always wound up in the same circle of friends. i guess after such a long time, a close proximity helps with maintaining a friendship.”
“i see,” eric slurps a spoon of soup.
“you? how’d you meet dong hyuck?”
“actually, i met him through sunwoo. they met at a pc gaming centre.”
“ah,” the name stumps her for a moment. “of course, of all ways to meet.”
eric notices the awkward smile that flits across her lips.
“speaking of sunwoo, did you guys know each other before the party?”
“um,” eunjung looks down at her bowl. suddenly, she’s lost her appetite, stomach churning and toes wiggling in her socks uncomfortably. “no. i mean, i guess i’ve seen him around in school, or maybe on donghyuck’s instagram stories or something. i guess we just know of each other’s existence. the party was the first time we spoke properly.”
“i see. did... anything happen after i left? i heard you two were the last to leave the party.”
eunjung scratches the skin under her eye. “uh. no. after we put you in the cab, we helped donghyuck pack up, he made us finish the remaining alcohol, but i went home. in my own cab.”
“and sunwoo?”
“uh. not sure.”
“interesting... because he told me that he sent you back home before going home himself.”
fuck.
“i must’ve been too drunk to remember,” eunjung raises both hands in defeat, laughing it off. it’s smarter to stop sharing her ‘story’ when he has heard sunwoo’s lie.
“you know most of the time we go home on fridays? like we did after the party because it was on a friday night?”
eric drags his chopsticks across the base of the bowl, picking up any stray strands of noodles into his spoon.
“yeah.”
“for sunwoo and i, we usually leave together on fridays. most of the time, we’d play a match of basketball or two with some seniors before going home and we’ll only return on sunday or monday. but because i have class on monday mornings, i’m usually back in school by sunday night. but sunwoo doesn’t. his first class is tuesday mornings, and if he goes home over the weekend, he comes back monday nights.”
eunjung’s fingers go cold.
“but when i got back to the room on sunday night, he was already there.”
eric slurps up his final spoon of noodles. then he leans back in the seat and looks at her.
“so, what really happened?”
she feels like a deer caught in headlights; a child when something horrifying has emerged from the wardrobe opposite her bed. the appetite has completely gone - in fact, she feels like puking everything back into the bowl.
“look,” eric breaks the tension with a relaxed chuckle. “eunjung... i don’t mean to scare you. i just... sunwoo is my friend, and you are a great person. and i just... there’s something telling me that something happened after that party. i’m really wishing it’s not something bad, i just feel like he’s hiding something from me and when that happens, it bothers me. he’s usually an open book so when he’s all grumpy about something i don’t know about, i can’t help and i don’t know what to do.”
suddenly, the perspective shifted. she obviously upset his friend, and now he’s trying to get to the bottom of it. would he even care about the fact that he’s the one she’s interested in?
if it were lia or yeji, eunjung knew she’d pick a fight with the involved man too, even before she knew the full story.
eric tries to read her face, then frowns.
“wait- he didn’t like- touch you inappropriately or-”
“no!” eunjung nearly shouts, which catches the attention of other students around her. she nods as a sign of apology, then turns back to eric and aggressively shakes her head. “nothing of that sorts. i- i don’t have anything against him.”
she huffs, heart pounding in her chest and noodles gurgling in her stomach acids. she places the chopsticks on the rim of the bowl, clasping her hands in her lap as she thinks about what exactly to say.
but as eric waits patiently for the first word to come out, his attention is diverted elsewhere and a smile creeps up on his face.
“thought i’d find you here.”
the familiar voice feels like a haunting harmony, a broken record that’s always finding her no matter where eunjung goes. she watches as sunwoo comes around her, shoving eric across the bench so that he was sitting opposite her instead.
“talking about me, eh? my ears were itching the entire way here!” sunwoo whines childishly, brushing his hair back. he sticks his pinky into his ear and jiggles it, flicking whatever remnants on his finger onto eric.
“what the fuck!” he cackles, shoving sunwoo. “you said you couldn’t make it!”
“well, turns out i could. what was that ‘no!’ i heard form a billion miles away? did you ask her to do your homework?”
“’da hell?” eric looks wrongfully accused, at a loss for words to defend himself. “i was just asking her what went down after donghyuck’s birthday party. you’re telling different fucking stories so i thought you attacked her or something?”
“who do you take me for? damn! we’ve known each other for years and you could think that of me?”
“asshole, you were drunk, weren’t you? i was just making sure she was fine! plus, with you looking gloomy the past few weeks, especially after the party? you couldn’t tell me ‘nothing’s wrong’ and i’d believe it. i may not be very smart but i’m not oblivious.”
“i already told you last night that i sent her home first then i went home, didn’t i?”
“explain why she told me that she put you in a cab and she went home alone then?”
sunwoo glances at eunjung.
“and what about the fact that you were back in the room before i was on sunday night? that meant you stayed over the entire weekend!”
“god dammit, shut your yapping hole,” sunwoo swings an arm over eric’s shoulders and covers his mouth with his free hand. “you ask too many questions for such a non-issue. we were both drunk and bestie here clearly doesn’t fucking remember anything except the cab ride, so she thinks she got me into the cab first when it was i, her. and please, i came back to the room because i didn’t want my family seeing me so drunk! they’d kill me if they saw me getting drunk on friday the night before school reopens! i’m not a degen.”
eric squints, prying sunwoo’s hand off his face.
“i don’t believe you.”
“of course you don’t, when do you ever?”
“i would if you weren’t fucking lying all the time.”
the back-and-forth banter may have been entertaining to watch, eunjung remembers that she was the topic of the conversation. she has registered that they spoke about it, and sunwoo made up a lie. at the end of the day, he was keeping the secret for her.
“sorry if we made you uncomfortable,” eric reaches across the table with an open palm, tilting his head to read her face.
“no, you just wanted to make sure i’m fine apart from his mood swings, that’s all.”
eunjung manages a smile, waving it off.
“then what are you being so moody about?” eric finally turns to sunwoo, frown on his face.
just when she thought she was in the clear.
sunwoo clears his throat, blinking profusely at eric while he tried his best to think of an excuse. a reason. another believable lie.
“don’t you think we’d be better off having this conversation in private?” he hisses through his teeth, suddenly quieter, like the secret really was private. if it wasn’t about eunjung, she would’ve been impressed at how hard he was trying to keep this secret in the bag. but for now, she was grateful.
“i did try to ask you in private last night but you gave me that whole story that didn’t line up with what she said. plus, you never told me why you were being so glum.”
if yeji and lia were here, eunjung knew for a fact that they would groan in utter disbelief. he had basically summed up the question and answer in a sentence, but because eric didn’t have plausible belief that it actually happened, it was never a hypothesis. it hits eunjung that maybe sunwoo wasn’t all that of a playboy and a flirt, because if he were, eric would’ve already guessed it and probably left it alone.
but eunjung can see from sunwoo’s face that he was running out of gas. maybe because it was to his best friend, lying was harder, especially when it’s not something he’d usually joke about.
and suddenly, eunjung feels horrible that she’s the reason why there seemed to be a seed of distrust between them. how far will this go? would eric feel betrayed, knowing that sunwoo wasn’t telling him the truth? would they lie awake at night, thinking about confronting each other, but choosing not to, in fear of losing the friendship?
hell, no. she didn’t want to be responsible for breaking up a bromance.
but if she told eric the truth, wouldn’t it make things even more awkward?
“eric.”
the two stop bickering and turn to her.
“i will tell you, but you have to stay calm and don’t freak out. and above all else, keep it to yourself.”
“what are you doing?” sunwoo seethes through his teeth, glaring at her.
“do you want me to help you or not?” eunjung retorts, crossing her arms.
“it depends on what you’re going to say-”
“we had a one-night stand.”
if the conversation were happening in a library, the silence would’ve been even more deafening than ‘deafening silence’. you could probably hear the wind from outside, beyond the three-inch-thick glass panel.
but they were in an eatery where people’s lives and conversations still carried on without the knowledge of theirs. everything else was still moving.
everything but eric and sunwoo.
“that’s why he stayed over the weekend. i went home the next morning. obviously, it’s taking a toll on him, which is why he’s so glum, isn’t that right?”
eric slowly turns to look at sunwoo, who returns the look but is visibly more shocked that she told him that part of the story.
“but you-”
“but i like you, eric.”
eunjung looks straight at him, watching his teasing shock turn into genuine surprise.
“and sunwoo knew, so he’s troubled by it. and frankly, so am i. because how could i ever stand a chance with you when it happened? what if you knew? what would you think of me?” eunjung sighs. “that night meant nothing to me, but i believe it didn’t for sunwoo either until afterwards.”
eric’s lips are parted, searching for the words to say, but fails. he leans back in the seat, fingers combing the hair on the back of his head.
sunwoo looks at him, then looks at eunjung, and looks back at him. “wish you didn’t ask so much now, huh?”
“will you shut the fuck up?” eunjung snaps at him. “eric, i’m sorry that this happened. you’re not a part of this, and all this complex shit is just between sunwoo and i. i’m telling you this only because i don’t want the two of you to fall out because of me. not to be a pick me.”
they sit in silence for what felt like minutes, unsure what to say.
“eric, are you mad?”
he looks up, eyes tired and lips pursed. “mad? no. shocked? yeah. that was alot of shit to take in at once.”
sunwoo’s shoulders slack, like his facade has given up and faded. he rests and elbow on the table, his mouth and chin in his palm.
“first of all, i wouldn’t really care that you- it happened. but you’re right, it does make things stickier because it was with sunwoo, and he’s my best friend. like you girls, you have a girl code, don’t you? we have a bro code too. it’s the same thing. and second of all,” a smile slowly creeps onto eric’s lips. his eyes finally soften as he finishes processing his next words. “eunjung, you barely know me. i feel like... your feelings for me are infatuation, or just a simple crush. i’m really flattered, don’t get me wrong. it’s just that i wasn’t really looking for anything now because i came out of a relationship myself.”
“wait, what?”
“what?” eric frowns again.
“you told me that you’d only try when eric rejects me.” a heavy weight sinks in her stomach. she turns to sunwoo. “you knew that he wasn’t looking for anything. why didn’t you just tell me that he wasn’t looking for anything?”
“i wasn’t going to tell you that he just came out of a relationship, was i?” sunwoo’s sharp tone stuns both eric and eunjung. he sensed her hostility, and he will be hostile back. “if he rejects you, that’s his decision. i’m not him, am i? and- and if i did, you would’ve just given up, wouldn’t you? that would mean you didn’t have to choose. you would’ve moved on. but i- i wanted you to choose.”
“i don’t understand where the fuck all this came from,” eunjung throws her hands up in defeat for the second time this lunch. “you’re being so fucking dramatic.”
“i’m being dramatic? what about you? if your feelings are clear, why are you avoiding me? you just said you were troubled too. what does that mean?”
“okay, now, we can have this conversation in private,” eric hurriedly stands, walking over to eunjung and helping her with her bowl.
“it means you’re fucking confusing me! you think you can boss me around and tell me what to do just because that night happened?”
“whoa! i didn’t once threaten you with the fact that you liked eric, just in case you didn’t fucking notice! and just in case you really didn’t notice, i just spent lunch cooking up dumb excuses so you didn’t have to say anything!”
“can the two of you cool it off?!” eric hisses. finally, they have caught the attention of other students. “unless you two want the entire fucking world to know what happened, you can continue talking here.”
Possessive (Last Chapter)
⋆˚✿˖° Kim Sunwoo Yandere AU Chapter 13 ⋆˚✿˖°
pairing : kim sunwoo x fem!reader
genre : yandere, junior (sunwoo) x senior (you), college au, hurt/comfort, slight suggestive, implied smut in some chapters (18+)
warnings : yandere!sunwoo, stalker!sunwoo, obsessive!sunwoo, possessive!sunwoo, toxic relationship, creepy behavior, obsessive behavior, mention of murder, mention of kiss, slight suggestive
disclaimer : this is purely fiction! please remember to respect the boundary between story and reality. only read if it’s something you enjoy!
author note : since this is the last chapter, i just wanted to say thank you for taking the time to read this! i'm still new, and this is my first-ever yandere au here (though this story already exists since a long time ago before i got the courage to post it online) i hope you enjoyed reading it until the end! 𖹭
wc : 4.0k
status : completed
➤ chap 1 ➤ chap 2 ➤ chap 3 ➤ chap 4 ➤ chap 5 ➤ chap 6 ➤ chap 7 ➤ chap 8 [suggestive] ➤ chap 9 [suggestive] ➤ chap 10 [smut] ➤ chap 11 [suggestive] ➤ chap 12 [smut]
Built a Wolrd Around You
“You’re alive!” Youngjae clapped him hard on the back as they met at the familiar rooftop bar they used to frequent, laughter echoing through the air. “We were beginning to think Sooa-sunbaenim had you chained to her bed.”
It was a rare warm Saturday when Sunwoo agreed to meet his old circle of friends again. A small reunion Haknyeon had been pestering him about for weeks.
Sunwoo just smirked. “Wouldn’t complain if she did.”
Changmin let out a dramatic groan. “There he goes again.”
Even Haknyeon, sipping his soda with his bright grin, teased, “You vanished the moment you got a girlfriend. What happened to bro nights?”
“Got replaced,” Youngjae said with a shrug. “By someone with prettier hands.”
One of the girls in the group, Yura—someone Sunwoo used to flirt with casually in the past—she didn’t laugh, she leaned forward, smile tight.
They all laughed, the ribbing light, harmless.
Until it wasn’t.
“Or maybe he didn’t vanish,” she said too sweetly. “Maybe Sunwoo was really caged. I mean… Sooa-sunbaenim is the older one in their relationship, right? Quiet type? Girls like her can be more possessive than they look.”
Sunwoo froze.
The air changed in an instant.
His smile didn’t waver, but his eyes sharpened. Dangerous. Unblinking.
“What did you say?”
Yura blinked. “I mean… it’s just what everyone’s thinking. You stopped coming out. You missed Haknyeon’s birthday. You didn’t even call back when Youngjae’s dad was in the hospital.”
“I was with Sooa-noona,” Sunwoo said calmly.
“Exactly,” Yura said, laughing awkwardly now. “That’s kind of my point—”
He stood.
And everything fell silent.
Sunwoo’s voice was low, chillingly even. “Don’t ever talk about her like that again.”
“H-huh?”
“You say it like she’s a problem.” His eyes burned now, a slow, dangerous fire. “Like she took me. Like I’m a fucking victim.”
“Sunwoo, man, relax,” Haknyeon muttered, sensing the shift too late.
But he didn’t stop.
“She didn’t take me away. I left,” Sunwoo snapped. “Because I wanted her more than I wanted this. More than I wanted any of this.”
The silence deepened, heavy and awkward.
Yura’s face paled. Even Changmin’s usual smiles faltered as he exchanged a worried glance with Youngjae.
And then, as if nothing happened, Sunwoo smiled again, eyes glinting. “But thanks for the drinks. I think I’ve had enough catching up.”
He turned and walked out of the bar with that same casual stride, but his fingers were twitching, jaw tight.
They looked at the closed bar door long after Sunwoo had left, finally understanding what had always been right in front of them.
It wasn’t you who had Sunwoo wrapped around your finger.
***
It was Sunwoo who had built a world around you... and locked the door from the inside.
Later that night, when you welcomed him into your apartment, he pulled you close instantly, burying his face into your neck.
“They said things,” he murmured, voice muffled. “Things I didn’t like.”
You gently ran your fingers through his hair. “About me?”
He nodded. “But I stopped them. They won’t say anything again.”
You held him tighter, unaware of the exact weight of what he meant.
***
Scene : “The Only Light He Knows”
It was late at night at your cozy apartment.
Sunwoo held you close in his arms as you both cuddled on your couch under the blankets. Kissing. It wasn't a make-out session. It was more like a lazy kiss.
Then, you broke it. You moved your lips lazily down to his sharp jawline. He seemed to be enjoying your soft lips against his skin.
You nuzzled your face on his neck and then planted soft licks and kisses there. Sunwoo felt his breath hitch as your kiss on his throat lingered for a moment longer. He couldn't deny how much he loved your affectionate touches, how his bare chest puffed up with desire and need.
Then you pulled your lips away.
Your head resting against Sunwoo’s bare chest now. His fingers idly combed through your hair, his body warm and languid from the lazy kisses shared earlier.
It was silent. Just you both cuddling under the warm blanket. Room only filled with soft breath.
He hadn’t said much in the past hour.
You could feel it—something simmering beneath his calm. His heart thumped a little faster than usual. His hand paused in your hair.
“Sunwoo?” you whispered, turning slightly to meet his eyes. “What’s on your mind?”
He blinked slowly, his gaze distant.
“I don’t remember ever being loved,” he said quietly. “Not… not really.”
You stilled.
Then, the atmosphere changed.
He gave a small breath of laughter, but there was no humor in it. “My mother was the only one who held me when I cried. But she’s gone. They said it was an accident. But it wasn’t.”
You sat up slightly, eyes widening.
“She was murdered.” His voice dropped. “She tried to leave. But my father couldn’t let that happen. So he made it all disappear. He made her disappear…”
Your eyes widened.
“The evidence, the investigation, the headlines. Money can do that when you’re him.” His tone was too even, too practiced, like he had buried the rage beneath layers of silence for years.
“I watched them cover it up. I was just a kid.” He looked at you now, gaze burning. “That’s when I started hating him. Hating everything. The way people lie. The way the world turns its head.”
You reached out instinctively, brushing his hair back, heart aching. “Sunwoo…”
“I hated how people kept touching me like they cared when they didn’t. I hated being paraded like a perfect heir while everything inside me was rotting.” His voice shook for the first time. “And then I met you.”
Your breath caught.
“You were warm. Gentle. Real. And I couldn’t believe someone like you could exist in this ugly world. You made me want to live.”
He leaned closer, eyes sharp and glassy, his hand tightening slightly on your waist. “But sometimes, I hate that you had a life before me. That you loved someone else before me. That your friends can just pull you away from me like they have some right to your time.”
You swallowed, unsettled by the shift in his voice, but you didn’t pull away.
He was trembling now. “I know it’s wrong. I try to be normal around them. But inside, I’m screaming. I want you all to myself. I want them gone. I hate that they don’t see how good I am for you.”
You wrapped your arms around him, feeling his breath hitch against your skin.
“Sunwoo… I’m here. I’m not going anywhere,” you murmured, resting your forehead against his. “You’re not alone anymore.”
His arms closed around you tightly, desperately, like he was afraid you'd vanish the moment he loosened his grip.
“I just—need you to never leave me, Noona,” he whispered. “I don’t think I could survive losing you too.”
Your chest ached.
Then, you brushed your lips against his temple. “I’m not leaving. I promise.”
The words came easily, because part of you believed them. Even if a quiet part of your mind whispered that his love came with shadows.
You let his body curl around you like a vow.
And you held him long.
You never thought you’d see Sunwoo cry. The Kim Sunwoo.
Not like this—not silent, not trembling like a child trying not to break. The same Sunwoo who always joked too loudly, who tugged at your sleeves for attention, who kissed your cheek when you were annoyed just to make you smile. The confident young man who always acted like the world couldn't touch him.
And yet, here he was.
His head was bowed, resting on your shoulder as you held him.
"I used to think rich people had it all,” you whispered, breaking the silence first. “Big houses. Money. Happiness. But… I never imagined what you went through. That someone like your father could—”
Your voice cracked, the horror still fresh in your mind.
Sunwoo didn’t look up, but his jaw clenched. You gently brushed your fingers on his back.
“Sunwoo…”
He finally raised his eyes to you, and it hurt, how haunted they were. Eyes too young to have seen so much.
“I thought if I smiled enough, no one would notice,” he said. “If I was loud enough, maybe I wouldn’t hear the things in my head. Maybe people would like me more if I was funny. Because... if I stopped smiling, if I let myself feel, I wouldn’t be able to get back up again.”
Your heart broke.
You tightened your grips. His body was stiff at first, as if touch was still a foreign language, and then, slowly, he melted into you.
“It wasn’t your fault,” you murmured into his hair. “What happened to your mother. What your father did. You were just a little boy.”
Sunwoo buried his face in your neck. “Do you still want me…? Even after everything I’ve said?”
“I want all of you,” you said. “The smiling part, the hurting part. Even the part that’s afraid of losing me.”
And it was like something inside him crumbled.
He looked up at you and surged forward, pulling you into a kiss so gentle, so full of raw gratitude and ache, it almost made you cry. It wasn’t lustful this time. It was desperate, reverent. The kind of kiss that said thank you for seeing me without needing words.
You held him through the night, curled beneath your blankets, his face buried in your neck, breathing you in like a lifeline. The storm had passed, not forever, maybe, but for now.
And in that fragile quiet, Sunwoo slept peacefully.
***
Scene: Threads We Can’t Untie
The morning after that night felt different.
Not in the way mornings usually feel after shared kisses or whispered secrets. No, it felt like something had settled in the air between you. Something delicate, almost sacred. As if the bond tying you to Sunwoo had been spun even tighter, now made of something far deeper than obsession or attraction. It was built on knowing. On being seen.
And for the first time, Sunwoo didn’t wake up with his usual grin or playful groan.
He stirred quietly, arms still wrapped around your waist, his face nuzzled against your collarbone like he never wanted to leave that spot. His voice came out low and slightly hoarse.
“Didn’t think I could ever tell someone that story.”
You stroked your fingers through his hair. “I’m glad you did.”
He pulled back just slightly, eyes searching your face like he was still trying to convince himself you were real—that you hadn’t run away, that you didn’t look at him differently.
“You don’t… pity me?” he asked, a little too quietly.
Your thumb brushed his cheek. “No, Sunwoo. I love the way you survive it.”
And maybe that was the first time you’d said anything close to love. He didn’t press it, but his eyes glistened, and his arms held you tighter.
***
In the following days, something in him shifted.
He wasn’t just clingy now—he was reverent. Always touching you, always reaching for your hand, your waist, your back. Even in silence, his presence was magnetic. He’d tuck your hair behind your ear when you were reading, kiss your shoulder while you cooked, rub your calves absentmindedly while you worked on your sketchbook on the couch.
You noticed something else, too: he became fragile in moments you hadn’t expected. When you mentioned going out for errands without him, his smile would falter for a breath before returning. When your phone buzzed—even if it was just Minji—you’d catch him glancing too long, eyes narrowing before softening again.
One night, while you were both curled up together after dinner, you caught him tracing invisible lines over your palm with his fingertip.
“You know,” he said quietly, “sometimes I think if you weren’t here… I wouldn’t know who I am anymore.”
You looked at him then, this boy with a shattered past and an ever-burning need to be loved.
“You’re still you, Sunwoo,” you murmured. “Even when I’m not holding your hand.”
His smile didn’t quite reach his eyes. “But I’d rather never find out.”
And as he leaned in to kiss you—slow, deep, like a prayer—you realized something else:
He wasn’t just in love with you.
He needed you like air.
***
Scene: “Behind the Smile, Beneath the Storm”
The weather had started to shift. Warmer afternoons, a promise of spring clinging to the breeze. And with it came the gentle tug of your old routines. Friends. Coffee shops. Laughter that used to come without weight.
You hadn’t seen Jiwon and Minji much lately.
Not because you didn’t want to. But because… well, Sunwoo always seemed to need you a little more.
But one Thursday afternoon, while you were sketching at the campus café after class, Minji appeared beside you.
“You disappeared,” she said, sliding into the seat across from you without asking.
Jiwon followed soon after, plopping down with two iced Americanos and a half-hearted smile. “You okay?”
You nodded, but their eyes were already reading too much.
Minji leaned in. “We’re not mad. Just… worried.”
“Sunwoo’s sweet, yeah,” Jiwon added carefully. “But he’s always around, isn’t he? Like… too much. Do you even get time to yourself anymore?”
You hesitated, fingers tightening around your pencil. “He just… likes being close. That’s all.”
Minji’s eyes softened. “But that’s not all, is it?”
You looked down at your sketchpad. You didn’t know how to explain that the closeness had become your new comfort zone. That Sunwoo’s touch, his eyes, his constant presence had begun to feel like the air you were breathing.
“He’s trying,” you said softly, defending him even though you weren’t sure what you were defending against. “He told me he’s never had anyone like this. He’s just… scared I’ll leave.”
Jiwon and Minji exchanged a glance.
“You’re not his savior, Sooa,” Jiwon said gently. “You’re his girlfriend. You deserve room to be yourself.”
You forced a smile. “He gives me room.”
They didn’t look convinced.
***
That night, you came home to find Sunwoo in your kitchen, humming to himself as he cooked. Your apartment was filled with the scent of your favorite instant noodles. He turned when he saw you, eyes lighting up.
“Noona,” he greeted, kissing your temple. “I made ramyeon for us.”
You smiled, setting your bag down. “You didn’t have to. I could’ve cooked.”
He shrugged. “Wanted to. You’ve been tired lately. Besides, it's just instant noodles, I won't burn the kitchen.”
His thoughtfulness was genuine. It always was. But your heart was still tight with the weight of the conversation earlier.
Over dinner, you told him carefully, “I met Minji and Jiwon today.”
He paused mid-bite. “Oh?”
“They’re just worried about me. About us, I guess. Said I don’t get enough time alone.”
He set his chopsticks down. “And what did you say?”
“That you’re trying. That you love me.”
His jaw clenched slightly, but he smiled. Too quickly.
“I am trying,” he said, voice lighter than his expression. “I am normal now, aren’t I? Waiting patiently while you go out, keeping my distance when you ask.”
You reached across the table, touching his hand. “You don’t have to be perfect, Sunwoo.”
He looked down at your hand. “No. Just perfect enough so you won’t leave.”
“Hey,” you said gently. “I’m not going anywhere.”
But something in him had started to spiral already, you could see it behind the shine in his eyes. The smile that didn’t quite reach.
***
Later that night, he stood in your bathroom, staring into the mirror, fists clenched on the sink.
“I hate them,” he whispered to himself, unaware you were behind him. “I hate how they look at her. Like they know better. Like I’m… wrong.”
“Sunwoo?”
He flinched slightly. Then slowly turned, face calm again. “You scared me, noona.”
You wrapped your arms around his waist. “You don’t have to pretend for me.”
“I’m not pretending,” he said, leaning into your touch.
But when you walked back into the room, your phone buzzed again, and this time, it was Minji, checking in.
You saw his eyes dart to the screen.
And for the first time, he didn’t hide his frown.
“You still believe them more than me, huh?”
“No, Sunwoo—”
“I try so hard to be the version of me you can keep. But they don’t want you to love any version of me. They want to take you away.”
His voice was low, brittle.
You reached for him, but he pulled you into a hug that was almost too tight.
“I’m scared,” he whispered, shaking. “Scared that I’ll wake up one day and you’ll be gone.”
You held him close. “I’m still here.”
And as you laid in bed that night, his hand resting over your stomach, holding you like a lifeline, you wondered:
How long until “love” becomes a cage neither of you can walk away from?
***
Scene: “The Quiet Before the Storm”
It had been weeks since that night.
Your days blurred. Your thesis was almost finished. Your apartment smelled like his shampoo. Your sketchbooks had more drawings of him than anything else.
And your friends?
Distant. Quiet.
The last time you met them, Minji’s eyes were glassy, and Jiwon hesitated before hugging you. “We’re always here,” they said, tone loaded. You smiled and nodded, like everything was fine.
Like you weren’t starting to question if you’d slowly disappeared inside someone else’s world.
It was a Thursday night when it happened, just after dinner.
You were cleaning up the dishes while Sunwoo leaned back on the couch, scrolling through his phone. The radio played soft jazz. The air was warm. Domestic.
And then…
He said it.
Out of nowhere.
“I don’t think you should see them anymore.”
You froze.
The sponge in your hand squeezed tight. “What?”
Sunwoo sat up slowly. “Jiwon. Minji. All of them.”
You turned to look at him. “Sunwoo… they’re my friends.”
“They don’t like me,” he said softly, eyes unreadable. “They’re trying to pull you away from me. They’re… poison.”
You felt your stomach tighten. “They’re worried. That’s all.”
He stood, walked to you, voice lower now—almost a whisper. “You said you loved me. That you’d stay.”
“I do,” you breathed. “But that doesn’t mean I have to lose everyone else—”
“But you don’t need anyone else,” he cut in, not angry—just sure. “I love you more than anyone ever will. Isn’t that enough?”
You looked at him then, really looked.
And for the first time…
You saw the cracks beneath his smile.
The loneliness. The desperation. The obsession he’d been wrapping in affection.
And worse, you saw yourself, caught in it.
You stepped back.
“Sunwoo…” your voice trembled. “This isn’t love if it’s only me.”
He froze.
And for one terrifying moment, his eyes went dark. But then… he blinked, and it was gone. He smiled again, soft and shaky. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I just… don’t want to lose you.”
You didn’t reply.
That night, he curled beside you in bed like always, arms wrapped tight around your waist. But your eyes stayed open, staring at the ceiling.
You couldn’t sleep.
You just didn’t know what it would cost anymore.
***
Final Scene: “Fear and Love”
Rain fell softly outside your apartment’s window. The world felt muffled, like it was underwater—like time itself had slowed to a hush.
Your phone had been off for days.
Jiwon and Minji probably gave up trying.
It started with the quiet.
The kind of quiet that comes after weeks of being wrapped in someone else’s rhythm, where you don’t even realize how much space they take up—until they’re gone, even for an hour.
Sunwoo had left to grab coffee.
His bag was still on the couch.
You weren’t looking for anything. Just trying to tidy up, like he always did for you. But when you moved the bag, something heavy shifted inside. A familiar leather notebook peeked out. One you hadn’t seen before.
Curious, you opened it.
And froze.
Your photo was on the first page. A candid. You were laughing, looking away. Clearly unaware someone had taken it.
You turned the next page.
More photos. Dozens. Hundreds. Some you recognized—selfies you’d posted, pictures from your college exhibition. But others… you didn’t. You were asleep in one. Walking to class alone in another. In your studio. In the market. In your tiny apartment balcony. You, changing your clothes. Your underwear pictures. You, in your underwear.
You started shaking.
Each photo was dated. Categorized. Some were there even before you guys became a couple.
Noted with phrases like “Too tired today. Skipped lunch. I’ll bring her snack later,” or “Talked to some guy. Jealousy level: 7/10. Control it.”
And then, after the photos—pages and pages of your name. Written in shaky, scribbled lines. Over and over again. Sometimes with hearts. Sometimes circled in angry red ink.
“She smiled at someone else.”
“Someone gave her a napkin. I’ll burn it if I ever see it again.”
“She looked sad yesterday. I wanted to die for making her sad.”
“Why are they trying to take her away from me?”
“She’s mine.”
The room tilted.
And then, you heard the click of the door behind you.
Your breath caught.
Sunwoo stepped inside, holding two drinks. He looked... soft. Normal. The kind of boy who’d brush your hair behind your ear and warm your hands with his breath.
Until he saw what you were holding.
His smile dropped.
But not into guilt.
Into something unreadable.
He set the coffee down slowly. “You weren’t supposed to see that,” he said quietly. “Not yet.”
You couldn’t speak.
He stepped closer, crouched in front of you, voice trembling with something deeper than fear.
“I know what it looks like. I know it’s too much.” His eyes searched yours. “But I was scared. You’re the only thing in my life that ever felt... right. So I watched. I kept track. I protected.”
You took a step back.
He didn’t follow.
“I never meant to scare you,” he whispered. “But if loving you makes me a monster... then I’ll still choose to be that. Again. And again.”
Your heart thundered. You should’ve run. Screamed. Told someone.
But instead, you stood there—teetering between fear and love, hurt and hope.
You could hear his breathing: steady, peaceful… deceptively calm.
But your thoughts weren’t. They twisted and spun like thin wires straining against pressure.
You weren’t stupid.
You remembered it all.
The obsessive affection, the way he clung to you like a lifeline, the little manipulations disguised in sweet words, the photos… all those photos. Notes written in your name.
You weren’t blind.
Sunwoo wasn’t… normal.
But neither were you, not anymore.
Because even now, even knowing what you knew, your heart ached for him. You thought of that lost boy—the one who stood alone at the edge of love and ruin, who smiled too brightly, held you too tightly, and said you’re the only thing that keeps me human.
What if he was right?
What if without you, he’d collapse?
You weren’t sure when you stopped feeling afraid and started feeling responsible.
What if this was your burden... and your choice?
I can fix him, you told yourself.
Again.
He just needs someone. He just needs me.
And maybe… maybe that was enough reason to stay.
Even if deep down, a part of you knew:
People like Sunwoo weren’t meant to be fixed.
They were meant to be survived.
You whispered, “You’re hurting me, Sunwoo…”
He exhaled shakily. “Then I’ll stop. I swear, I’ll stop. Just… don’t leave.”
And as he reached for your hand with trembling fingers, you didn’t pull away.
You didn’t know anymore.
A long pause.
“I love you,” he said. “Even if the world turns on me. Even if you do.”
You closed your eyes. The weight of his words—of his need—felt heavier than ever. And yet, when he pulled you closer into his embrace, his heartbeat thudding, you didn’t resist.
You never really did.
Outside, the rain picked up.
Inside, you stayed.
And the future waited, unknowable.
Would you ever leave him?
Could you?
…Or were you already too deep?
The answer, just like the rain, never quite came.
***
End.
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Possessive (Chap. 11)
⋆˚✿˖° Kim Sunwoo Yandere AU Chapter 11 ⋆˚✿˖°
pairing : kim sunwoo x fem!reader
genre : yandere, junior (sunwoo) x senior (you), college au, domestic au, fluff, suggestive, implied smut in some chapters (18+)
warnings : suggestive, yandere!sunwoo, stalker!sunwoo, obsessive!sunwoo, possessive!sunwoo, creepy behavior, obsessive behavior, toxic relationship
disclaimer : this is purely fiction! please remember to respect the boundary between story and reality. only read if it’s something you enjoy! 𖹭
wc : 2.0k
status : completed
➤ chap 1 ➤ chap 2 ➤ chap 3 ➤ chap 4 ➤ chap 5 ➤ chap 6 ➤ chap 7 ➤ chap 8 [suggestive] ➤ chap 9 [suggestive] ➤ chap 10 [smut] ➤ chap 12 [smut] ➤ chap 13 [END]
Borrowed Mornings
The scent of sizzling garlic and eggs wafted through your tiny apartment, mixing with the lingering smell of him—woodsy shampoo, detergent, and something darker, warmer.
You stood at the stove, barefoot, wearing nothing but Sunwoo’s oversized white shirt from last night. It hung loosely over your frame, brushing the tops of your thighs, one side slipping off your shoulder to expose your collarbone.
Behind you, soft footsteps approached. Slow. Heavy with sleep.
Then, arms.
Strong, bare arms wrapped around your waist from behind, a warm chest pressing gently against your back. He rested his chin on your shoulder, his breath tickling your neck.
“Mm… you’re gonna spoil me,” he murmured, voice still deep and rough from sleep. “Waking up to you cooking like this… wearing only my shirt.”
You laughed under your breath. “You act like I’m making something fancy. It’s just gyeran-mari and rice.”
“It smells like heaven.” He nuzzled into the side of your neck, inhaling your scent deeply. “And you also smell delicious.”
You felt his eyes flick down, the oversized sleeves swallowing your arms, the bare legs, you in his shirt only making his heart beating faster.
One of his hands slowly moving down to your bare thigh in a slow motion, gently caressing it. Now, he moved up his hand, sliding it inside his shirt you're wearing. Face didn't leaving your neck. Lips gently grazing your skins.
You almost gasp.
“Sunwoo,” you warned, elbowing him lightly. “If you don’t back up, I’m going to burn this.”
“But I wanna help,” he whined, not moving. Lips pressing your neck harder.
You arched an eyebrow. “You almost cut your finger the other days when you tried helping me cooking because you kept staring at me.”
“…You’re not wrong,” he said sheepishly, stepping back.
You turned just in time to see him standing there shirtless, only in his long pants, hair tousled wildly from sleep. He looked like trouble in golden morning light, arms crossed, a dramatic pout forming on his lips.
“Fine. I’ll just admire from a safe distance,” he said, leaning against the counter. “Chef Sooa in action. Sexy.”
You rolled your eyes, flicking a bit of chopped scallion at him.
It hit his chest.
He gasped like you shot him.
“Violence in the kitchen?” his eyebrows frowned. “Is this how you treat your boyfriend?”
You tried not to smile. Failed.
“You’re annoying,” you muttered.
“Annoyingly cute,” he quipped with a smirk.
You sighed, but your cheeks were warm. You turned back to your pan.
He stayed silent for a moment after that.
Just watching.
Watching the way you moved. Focused. Calm. The domestic intimacy of it all sinking deeper into his bones than he ever thought possible.
Then, quieter:
“…I wish mornings could always be like this.”
You didn’t say anything for a second, caught off guard by how tender that sounded.
Then you glanced over your shoulder and smiled.
“Me too.”
His grin returned, softer this time.
And as you scooped the food onto a plate, you could feel his gaze—full of something deeper, more possessive than morning light should allow.
He wasn’t just admiring you.
He was already imagining forever.
***
Scene: Quiet Obsession
Days later.
Sunwoo was now treating your place as his own. He rarely came back to his dorm. He also brought some of his clothes and put them in your wardrobe.
He became clingy. Even around the campus.
Sunwoo’s fingers would brush your waist more often. He’d drape himself across your lap while you were sketching, cheek pressed to your thigh as he watched you draw in silence. And every time your phone buzzed, his eyes flicked toward it, just for a second too long.
You thought maybe he was just being playful.
Affectionate.
But then came the day you left your phone on your desk while taking a morning shower.
And Sunwoo, shirtless and comfortably sprawled on your bed, heard the vibration against the desk. Just one message. One guy name. Your ex.
|| Minhyun: "Hey… I know it’s kinda late but I’ve been thinking. Sorry for how I treated you and your new boyfriend the other day. Just wanted to say that."
The muscles in Sunwoo’s jaw flexed.
He stared at the screen.
Longer than he should have.
Then, thumb hovering over the screen, he slowly opened the message thread. A few older texts. All left unread or unanswered by you.
He knew he shouldn’t be doing this.
But it burned. The thought of someone else—especially your ex—thinking he still had a place in your heart. Even as a regret. Even as a memory.
Sunwoo’s eyes darkened.
No expression. Just stillness.
Then—
Delete.
Not only the message he just sent, but also the entire chatroom.
Gone.
Now, he deleted your ex’s contact, blocked his number from your phone.
He closed your phone, setting it exactly as it was before.
By the time you stepped out of the bathroom in his T-shirt and your shorts, smells like a soft soap and your shampoo, Sunwoo was already lounging with his head propped up on his arm, smiling up at you like nothing happened.
“Come here,” he said easily, reaching out a hand. “You’re too pretty to be that far away.”
You gave him a look but walked over anyway, letting him pull you onto your bed. He wrapped his arms tightly around your waist and nuzzled into your stomach.
“You’re clingy,” you teased, brushing back his bangs.
He looked up at you, grin playful. “Can’t help it. You’re warm.”
A pause.
Then:
“…So, if your ex just suddenly disappeared off the face of the earth, you wouldn’t be too sad, right?”
You blinked. “What?”
“Just saying,” he shrugged, voice too light to be serious. “Poof. No more annoying ghosts from your past. Isn’t that peaceful?”
You laughed, not catching the weight beneath his tone. “You’re insane.”
He smiled. Wider this time. But his eyes didn’t.
“You already knew that, Noona.”
And as you leaned back against the pillows, relaxing into his hold, Sunwoo pressed a slow kiss to your bare shoulder.
So soft. So sweet.
But in his mind, your ex’s name was already forgotten.
Because if someone tried to come between him and you again—
There would be no second apology.
***
Scene: Smile Like Nothing Happened
It wasn’t planned.
But Sunwoo never waited for permission when it came to protecting what was his.
He found your ex behind the campus gym—alone, just finishing a call. The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the cracked pavement, cicadas buzzing in the distance. Minhyun looked up, confused when he saw him approach.
“Oh… Sunwoo, right?”
Sunwoo smiled. It was polite. Almost friendly.
His hands were in the pockets of his hoodie, posture relaxed. Not threatening. Not yet.
“You texted my girlfriend.”
Minhyun blinked. “What—? Oh. That. I mean, I didn’t mean anything by it. I was just—”
“Reminiscing?” Sunwoo tilted his head. “Trying to make up for your shitty mistakes with a two-sentence apology?” He laughed lightly. “Cute.”
Minhyun frowned. “Look, I didn’t mean to cause any—”
“I’m gonna make this really simple, Sunbaenim.” His voice dropped just enough to chill the air. “You had your chance. You lost it.”
There was no anger in his tone. No raised voice.
Just a steady, smooth murmur.
Almost playful.
But then, silent.
Sunwoo took a slow step forward.
“You know… your latest piece, Sunbaenim? The one that got featured last semester? Beautiful work.” Sunwoo leaned in slightly, his voice suddenly dropped. “Too bad it wasn’t yours.”
Your ex flinches. He froze.
Sunwoo’s smile finally creeps up, calm and cold.
“Funny how no one’s noticed it’s nearly identical to a portfolio from 2018. But I did. And I’ve got files. Even the metadata.”
A beat.
“You plagiarized, didn’t you, Sunbaenim? Thought no one would catch it. And you were so close to getting away with it.”
Now he leaned back, expression smooth, calculated.
“So here’s the deal. You stay the hell away from her—no calls, no messages, not even a glance. And I promise you…”
He leaned in a little closer, smile still in place, his voice dipping into something darker, something that crawled under the skin.
“If I ever—ever—see your dirty face around her again, you’ll lose more than just your spot in the program. You’ll lose everything.”
Minhyun’s eyes widened. Goosebumps all over his body.
Sunwoo let the silence stretch. Long, uncomfortable. Let the weight of it settle like a noose.
Then he grinned again, all brightness.
“Anyway! Just wanted to clear that up.”
He gave a light pat to Minhyun’s shoulder before stepping back, like they’d just exchanged polite greetings.
“Have a nice day, Sunbaenim.”
And walked away.
***
Later that week, you were walking next to Sunwoo near the art building, your fingers brushing his absently. He was humming some tune under his breath, animatedly telling you about some prank Youngjae and Haknyeon pulled.
You were laughing when it happened.
Minhyun passed by on the sidewalk, alone again.
And the moment his eyes met yours, his whole body stiffened.
He quickly turned his gaze away, picking up his pace, walking past as if he hadn’t seen you. As if he was avoiding you.
You paused mid-step, confused.
“…Was that—?”
Sunwoo didn’t even glance back. He just kept walking, tugging you along with him casually, fingers now laced tightly through yours.
“Hm? Oh. Who cares.”
You glanced back once more, but Minhyun was already gone.
Sunwoo smiled as he squeezed your hand gently, swinging it between you both like nothing ever happened.
***
Scene: Just the Two of Us
It had been a few weeks since your ex faded into the shadows of your life, and the days had felt almost normal again—if you could call being hopelessly adored by Kim Sunwoo normal.
You were curled up on the couch, scrolling through your group chat with Jiwon and Minji when a text popped up.
|| Minji: “Sooa lets hang out this saturday!! Jiwon’s dying to go karaoke and I already miss your voice 😭”
|| Jiwon: “AND I found a new dessert cafe!!!”
You smiled.
|| You: “I’m in. Can’t wait 🥺”
It felt like a small promise to yourself, something that belonged just to you. A tiny slice of independence. You told Sunwoo that night while you were both lying on your bed, your head resting on his bare chest as his fingers lazily trailed circles on your arm.
“Jiwon and Minji asked me to go out this Saturday,” you murmured.
“Hm?” he hummed, not missing a beat. “That’s cute.”
You looked up, expecting his usual teasing approval, but something had shifted.
He was quiet for a second too long.
“…Do you have to go?”
You blinked. “What do you mean?”
Sunwoo sat up slightly, his fingers tightening gently around your wrist as if you might float away. “I was gonna take you somewhere.”
You tilted your head. “Where?”
He smiled. “It’s a surprise.”
“Sunwoo…” You sat up too now, watching him. “I already told them I’d come.”
His expression softened. But not in a way that comforted you. It was that kind of soft that wrapped around your lungs and slowly squeezed.
“But Noona… we’ve barely had any time just the two of us lately.” He leaned forward, brushing your hair behind your ear. “It’s always your thesis or class or… friends.”
You frowned a little. “You’ve been with me almost every night.”
“Yeah,” he said, voice lower. “But not every day.”
You swallowed.
“I just…” He paused, thumb brushing your cheekbone. “I miss when it’s just us the whole day. Don’t you?”
Your heart softened, guilt stirring somewhere behind your ribs.
“I—of course I do.”
He leaned closer, whispering against your skin.
“Then come with me this weekend. I’ll make it worth it. I promise.”
And somehow, like always, his words crept under your skin and stayed there.
***
You texted your friends that night.
|| You: “Hey… I’m so sorry 😣 Sunwoo made some surprise plans I didn’t know about… Can we reschedule?”
|| Jiwon: “…You sure he didn’t just ask after you told him about us?”
|| Minji: “It’s okay! But Sooa… you can say no, you know that, right? 🥺”
You stared at the screen, thumbs hovering.
But Sunwoo’s arm was wrapped tightly around your waist from behind, his breath warm on your shoulder.
“Did they say anything?” he murmured.
You locked your phone and turned to face him.
“No. It’s fine.”
And he smiled. Soft. Victorious.
***
chap. 12 [next chapter will implied smut]
Possessive (Chap. 8)
⋆˚✿˖° Kim Sunwoo Yandere AU Chapter 8 ⋆˚✿˖°
pairing : kim sunwoo x fem!reader
genre : yandere, junior (sunwoo) x senior (you), college au, suggestive, implied smut in later chapter (18+)
warnings : suggestive, yandere!sunwoo, stalker!sunwoo, obsessive!sunwoo, possessive!sunwoo, creepy behavior, obsessive behavior, mention of kiss
disclaimer : this is purely fiction! please remember to respect the boundary between story and reality. only read if it’s something you enjoy! 𖹭
wc : 1.8k
status : completed
➤ chap 1 ➤ chap 2 ➤ chap 3 ➤ chap 4 ➤ chap 5 ➤ chap 6 ➤ chap 7 ➤ chap 9 [suggestive] ➤ chap 10 [smut] ➤ chap 11 [suggestive] ➤ chap 12 [smut] ➤ chap 13 [END]
Where It All Breaks
It happened on a night you didn’t expect.
The campus art studio was quiet, lit only by the soft yellow glow of the overhead lights.
You sat by the wide window, sketchbook open, idly doodling as you waited. It was late—past the usual closing time—but the security guard knew you and let you stay behind to finish your thesis preparations.
Sunwoo had said he’d meet you here after finishing something with his friends. You didn’t mind waiting.
The quiet was soothing. The smell of paint and paper comforting.
You didn’t hear the door creak open until you saw a figure approaching out of the corner of your eye.
You looked up, and blinked.
Not Sunwoo.
It was someone else. An old classmate. Worse yet, someone you’d dated briefly, back when you were still too naive to realize some people just weren’t meant to fit into your life.
Your ex grinned easily. "Hey. Thought I saw you through the window."
You stood, offered a polite smile. "It’s been a while."
The conversation stayed casual, easy.
He complimented your artwork, leaned over a little too close to peek at your sketches, joked about old times.
You laughed lightly, pulling your sketchbook away instinctively.
You didn’t notice the second door opening.
Didn’t notice Sunwoo standing there, frozen, backpack slung over one shoulder.
He watched you laughing at another man.
Watched the way you smiled without even thinking.
His heart twisted painfully in his chest.
His breath caught, stuck somewhere between rage and terror.
He wanted to move. Wanted to tear the moment apart with his bare hands, but for a terrifying second, he couldn’t.
Because deep down, some part of him had always been scared of this.
That you didn’t need him.
That anyone could make you laugh like that.
That he was... replaceable.
The thought cracked something inside him.
By the time you noticed him, it was too late.
"Sunwoo," you said, startled.
He didn’t answer.
Just crossed the room in a few long strides, dropping his bag carelessly to the floor.
He stopped in front of you, standing between you and your ex.
His presence was so sudden, so charged, that even your ex seemed to sense it.
"I should... let you guys catch up," he muttered, awkwardly backing away.
You opened your mouth to explain—to say it’s not what it looks like—but Sunwoo didn’t give you the chance.
The studio door clicked softly as it closed, leaving just the two of you alone.
The silence was deafening.
Sunwoo stood there, breathing hard, jaw clenched so tight you thought he might shatter.
"You were laughing," he said finally, voice low and wrecked.
"You were laughing like that... to someone else."
You swallowed hard. "Sunwoo, it wasn’t—"
"I wait for you," he interrupted, chest heaving. "Every day. I sit next to you for hours while you teach me art, while you work with your thesis, while you lose yourself in everything but me. I thought... if I stayed close enough, if I was patient enough—"
He broke off with a harsh laugh, dragging a hand through his hair.
"But maybe I was just a fucking idiot."
You stared at him, stunned.
"I’m not good at this," he muttered. "I'm not... someone you should want. I don't even know why I'm saying this right now but—"
He took a step closer.
You stepped back instinctively, heart hammering against your ribs.
Another step.
Another.
Until your back hit the cold concrete wall.
Sunwoo stopped a breath away from you, hands shaking at his sides.
"I can't—"
His voice cracked.
"I can’t stand the thought of someone else making you smile like that. I can’t—I don’t want to watch you slip away and act like it doesn’t rip me apart."
Your throat tightened painfully.
He stared at you, eyes glassy with too many emotions, raw and unguarded in a way you had never seen before.
Then—without warning—he kissed you.
It wasn't soft.
It wasn't tentative.
It was desperate, messy, heartbreaking.
Sunwoo kissed you like he was drowning, like you were the only thing keeping him tethered to the earth.
And for one terrifying, exhilarating second—you kissed him back.
When he pulled away, breathing hard, his forehead dropped against yours.
"I love you," he whispered, voice hoarse and broken. "I love you so much, Noona."
You couldn’t breathe.
You couldn’t think.
You just stood there, your hands trembling slightly where they had curled into his hoodie, your heart screaming what your mouth couldn’t yet say.
You hadn’t realized it.
But maybe, maybe, some part of you had always been waiting for this.
***
Scene: The Moment I Knew
You stood there, frozen.
The world outside the studio windows was nothing but a blur of city lights and darkness.
Inside, it was just you and him. Sunwoo, breathing unevenly, forehead pressed to yours, the faintest tremor still running through his body.
He had just said it.
The words still echoed in the heavy air between you.
I love you.
I love you so much, Noona.
You didn’t know who moved first—maybe it was you, maybe it was him—but somehow, you felt his hoodie fisted in your hands.
Felt the shallow rise and fall of his chest against yours.
Sunwoo tried to pull back—
Tried to step away, panic flashing briefly across his face as if realizing he’d gone too far.
"I’m sorry," he breathed, eyes wild. "I didn’t mean to— I didn’t want to mess everything up, I just—"
"Sunwoo," you whispered.
He stilled instantly at the sound of your voice.
Your heart was hammering so loud you thought it might drown you both.
You hesitated for a beat, searching his face—the flushed cheeks, the slight quiver in his mouth, the frantic fear in his eyes—and you realized:
You didn’t want him to step back.
You didn’t want to pretend nothing happened.
You didn’t want anyone else.
Without thinking, you reached up—slowly, carefully—and cupped his cheek.
His breath hitched, and he leaned into your touch like he couldn’t help it.
"...I don’t think you messed anything up," you said quietly.
His eyes widened.
You swallowed hard, trying to steady your voice, your heart.
Everything inside you felt like it was breaking open all at once.
"I’m just... surprised," you said, thumb brushing lightly against his skin. "I didn’t realize..."
‘That I felt it too.
That somewhere along the way, you had become the thing I looked for first.
That your presence became the only warmth I trusted without thinking.’
Sunwoo's hands—still trembling slightly—lifted to cover yours where it rested against his cheek, cradling it like it was something sacred.
"You don't have to say anything," he said roughly. "I just— I needed you to know. Even if you don't feel the same, I—"
You kissed him.
Softly this time.
Gently.
A quiet, trembling kiss that tasted like tears you hadn’t realized you were holding back.
You felt Sunwoo freeze in shock—
And then melt into you completely.
His arms wrapped around you tightly, almost crushing, as if afraid you might vanish if he let go.
Your hands found the back of his neck, threading into his hair as he kissed you again, and again, and again—each one sweeter, shakier, more desperate than the last.
He bit your lower lip gently. Making you gasped softly into his mouth.
As you parted your lips, he slipped his tongue inside.
It was as if he was hungry, for your love, for you.
When you finally broke apart, you stayed there—foreheads pressed together, sharing the same breath, the same shivering relief.
"I love you so much it hurts..." Sunwoo whispered.
"I love you too..." you admitted.
Neither of you moved away.
And in that moment—in the hush of the empty studio, with the scent of turpentine and night rain in the air—you realized something:
Whatever this was, whatever it would become—
You didn’t want to lose him either.
Not now.
Not ever.
***
Scene: More Than Habit
It didn’t change overnight.
But the change was there—soft, quiet, almost imperceptible at first.
The way the light in Sunwoo’s eyes lingered a little longer when he looked at you.
The way your fingers brushed when you passed him a pen, and neither of you pulled away.
You didn’t talk about it.
You didn’t have to.
Something between you had settled that night in the studio, like a breath held for too long finally let go.
The next week, in the library, you sat beside each other as usual.
Your sketchpad balanced across your lap, thesis notes spread messily across the table.
Sunwoo had a book open in front of him, though you were pretty sure he hadn’t read a single page.
His hand found yours under the table, casually, like it belonged there.
You blinked.
He didn’t look up from the book.
You tried to keep sketching.
You failed.
Your heart was thudding, hand clammy in his, but he just held it gently, thumb brushing over your knuckles every so often like it was the most natural thing in the world.
You caught yourself smiling at nothing.
Later, when Jiwon dropped by to study across from you two, she gave Sunwoo a long, squinting look.
“Why is your face doing that?” she asked flatly.
Sunwoo blinked. “What face?”
“That smile. You look like a satisfied cat.”
You choked on your water.
Sunwoo didn’t even flinch.
“Must be the lighting,” he replied smoothly, then turned to you with a small smirk. “Noona, don’t you think the lighting in here is kinda romantic?”
You smacked his shoulder with your pencil case.
Jiwon just stared suspiciously between you two.
It only got worse after that.
***
New habits.
Sunwoo would walk you home with his hood pulled low, hand finding yours halfway down the street.
You pretended not to notice, cheeks burning.
He pretended it was cold.
At your place, he’d lean on your counter while you cooked, stealing bites with his chopsticks and throwing out playful, ridiculous praise like, “Wife material, 10/10.”
You hit him with the dish towel.
He laughed and stole another bite.
Sometimes when you worked late, he’d show up unannounced outside your studio window with iced coffee, tapping the glass with a grin.
Sometimes, he’d nap with his head in your lap and mumble in his sleep, things that made your chest ache softly.
***
And your friends noticed.
They definitely noticed.
“You and Sunwoo aren’t…?” Minji had asked one evening, raising an eyebrow as you both watched him doodle something on the corner of your sketchbook like he owned it.
You hesitated.
“We’re just… close.”
“Mm-hm,” Minji said, sipping her drink. “And I’m just casually blind.”
You flushed. Sunwoo looked up and winked like he’d heard everything.
It was like trying to hold sunlight in your hands. Doomed to fail, but too beautiful not to try.
Because no matter how subtle you tried to be…
The way he lingered near you in every room.
The way your eyes found each other across crowded hallways.
The way he glowed when you laughed—
It wasn’t habit anymore.
It was something else.
And the worst part?
You were starting to hope it never went back to the way it was.
***
chap. 9
Possessive (Chap. 7)
⋆˚✿˖° Kim Sunwoo Yandere AU Chapter 7 ⋆˚✿˖°
pairing : kim sunwoo x fem!reader
genre : yandere, junior (sunwoo) x senior (you), college au, slow burn, fluff
warnings : yandere!sunwoo, stalker!sunwoo, obsessive!sunwoo, possessive!sunwoo, creepy behavior, obsessive behavior, implied smut in later chapter 18+
disclaimer : this is purely fiction! please remember to respect the boundary between story and reality. only read if it’s something you enjoy! 𖹭
author note : just a heads-up! the story’s set in South Korea, so i gave [Y/N] a fictional Korean name—Shin Sooa. you’ll see a few Korean terms throughout, like “sunbaenim” (a formal way juniors address seniors), “noona” (used by guys for older girls), and “hoobae” (which means junior or underclassman).
wc : 1.7k
status : completed
➤ chap 1 ➤ chap 2 ➤ chap 3 ➤ chap 4 ➤ chap 5 ➤ chap 6 ➤ chap 8 [suggestive] ➤ chap 9 [suggestive] ➤ chap 10 [smut] ➤ chap 11 [suggestive] ➤ chap 12 [smut] ➤ chap 13 [END]
Late Nights and Lingering Glances
The weeks that followed settled into a quiet rhythm neither of you questioned.
He made a habit of it, really.
You spent your days working on your thesis, endlessly surrounded by thick art books, sketchpads, and the faint smell of worn paper and graphite.
It was exhausting. Mentally, physically. But somehow, it felt less heavy when Sunwoo was around.
Showing up whenever you were at the library. Sliding into the seat across from you without a word, earbuds dangling from his neck, messy hair falling into his eyes. Sometimes he would pretend to study too, laptop open, though you knew he wasn’t really working.
You didn't ask him to stay.
He just... stayed.
Even when the sun dipped low and the sky outside the giant windows turned a deep indigo. Even when one by one, the other students began packing up and leaving, until it was just you and him left, the whole library yawning empty and echoing around you.
You should've told him to go home.
But you didn’t.
Not when he would glance up from his laptop just to check if you needed a break.
Not when he’d bring back two cups of vending machine coffee without you asking.
Not when he leaned his cheek against his hand and just watched you with this soft, lazy grin like there was nowhere else in the world he’d rather be.
Tonight was no different.
You stretched your arms above your head with a groan, the spine of your back popping a little. Sunwoo looked up from doodling on a scrap piece of paper and chuckled.
"You sound like an old lady, Noona."
You shot him a glare, but it was half-hearted. "You're not supposed to mock someone who's about to save the future of modern art."
"Sure, sure," he said easily, spinning his pen between his fingers. "Saving the world, one squiggly line at a time."
You chuckled and shook your head.
The fluorescent lights above buzzed faintly, casting a muted glow over the abandoned aisles of books. Somewhere, the night wind rattled against the windows.
It should have felt lonely.
Instead, the air between you and Sunwoo felt… almost too warm.
Quiet.
Comfortable in a way that made your heart skip without permission.
You caught yourself staring at him a little too long—at the way his bangs fell over his forehead, the slight curve of his mouth as he smirked down at his doodles.
You looked away quickly, cheeks heating.
God, get a grip, you thought, pressing your fingers against your temples.
You were tired. That was all.
It was the late hour, the coffee, the endless sketch critiques swimming in your brain.
It wasn’t him.
It couldn’t be him.
But then he stood up and wandered over to your side of the table, casually leaning down to peer at your latest piece open on your laptop, one arm braced beside your chair.
His shoulder brushed yours.
You froze, heart stuttering painfully in your chest.
He was so close.
Close enough that you could smell the faint scent of his shampoo. Something clean, like cedar and rain.
Close enough that if you turned your head even slightly, your nose would bump his neck.
"Looks amazing," he murmured, voice low, almost reverent.
You almost forgot how to breathe.
"Shut up…" you muttered, trying to sound normal, but your voice was embarrassingly thin.
Sunwoo just laughed quietly under his breath, a low hum that made your stomach twist in a way you didn’t want to name.
He pulled out the chair next to you and flopped down, sprawling easily, one knee nudging against yours under the table, and not moving away.
You told yourself not to think about it.
Not to think about the warmth of him next to you.
Not to think about the way your skin felt hyperaware, electric, every time he shifted slightly and his leg brushed yours again.
You had no reason to be thinking about any of it.
No reason at all.
Except, maybe…
Maybe a small part of you—a part you'd tried very hard to ignore—was finally starting to wonder what it would feel like to hold onto someone like him a little longer.
Maybe you were starting to realize that this wasn't just a one-sided comfort anymore.
Maybe—
Maybe you were beginning to fall.
***
Scene: "Bruised Just for You"
The night air was thick and damp, shadows stretching long under the flickering alley lights as Sunwoo stepped into the filth of a narrow backstreet downtown. The reek of alcohol and smoke mixed with the grime of the alley, and somewhere in the distance, sirens wailed faintly... not close enough yet.
He pulled out his phone and calmly dialed 112.
“Yes, I just saw a guy—looked like a student—getting attacked by some drunk men in a dark alley near Seocho-dong. Please hurry. I think he’s in danger.”
It wasn't a lie. It will happen. He will make it happen.
Sunwoo ended the call just as a group of rough-looking men—clearly drunk and louder than necessary—stumbled near the mouth of the alley.
He smiled, stepping toward them.
“Hey,” he said casually. “You all always stink this bad, or is tonight special?”
The tallest man blinked, confused, then narrowed his eyes. “What did you say, pretty boy?”
“Just wondering if you were born ugly or if your mother dropped you in garbage when you were a baby.”
One second later, one of the man punched him.
The punch came hard and fast. A crack across his cheekbone that sent Sunwoo staggering back.
But Sunwoo didn’t fight back.
Didn’t even flinch.
He stood back up, barely wiping the blood trickling from the corner of his lips. His eyes were glassy, almost gleeful. The adrenaline of your worry already warming his veins.
He wanted this.
“Go on,” Sunwoo murmured, just loud enough for them to hear. “Make it believable.”
And they did.
By the time the sirens drew close, Sunwoo was slumped against the wall, lip split, eyebrow torn, ribs sore and bruised. The drunk men scrambled and scattered the moment the blue lights flooded the alley.
And Sunwoo? He was smiling.
***
He showed up at your apartment half an hour later.
You were in your pajamas, ready for bed when the doorbell rang. You opened the door, and your breath caught.
“Sunwoo?!”
He stood there with a sheepish grin, he looked messed up. Bruised on his face, the corner of his lips was bleeding, eyebrow torn.
“Noona...”
Your heart stopped at the sight. “What happened?!”
“Some guys jumped me. I think they were drunk… I didn’t even do anything... They must’ve thought I looked easy to pick on or something.”
You felt your heart sink. Fooled by his lies.
You dragged him inside instantly with a worried face, seating him on your couch and rushing to get the first-aid kit to treat his wounds.
He winced a little when you pressed disinfectant to his lip, but you were too shaken to notice the quiet satisfaction dancing in his eyes.
“This is bad...” you murmured, your voice trembling. “You could’ve been seriously hurt—”
“But I wasn’t,” he said softly, catching your wrist mid-motion. “Because you treated my wounds…”
You stared at him as he was smiling, a smile that shouldn't be there at all.
“Stop smiling, Sunwoo—this isn’t funny.”
He leaned forward, resting his forehead against yours.
“I’m not smiling because it’s funny. I’m smiling because… you’re here. You care.”
You froze.
“You’re worrying like I’m the most important thing in your world,” he whispered.
Because that’s what he wanted.
To see your eyes wide in panic. Your hands trembling over his wounds. Your voice cracking as you said his name over and over again.
To be your weakness.
And you didn’t even realize yet how completely he had made himself one.
***
Scene: “Tied to His Bruises”
Ever since that night he came to you beaten and bruised, something in you shifted, quietly but powerfully.
You started checking your phone more often when he wasn’t around, just in case. You left your studio sessions early because what if he’s out late again? You packed snacks in your bag to bring to him “just in case he didn’t eat.” You sometimes didn't reply to your group messages, brushing off Jiwon and Minji’s “you okay?” texts with soft excuses like, “Just busy.”
But in truth, it wasn’t just busy.
It was him.
Sunwoo.
The way he winced when you helped him into laying on your couch. The way his smile twitched into something fragile when you dabbed at the cut on his cheek.
And now, days later, he clung to you. Physically, emotionally. Not in a loud, dramatic way, but in moments so small they sunk their claws in.
He’d grab your hand when you crossed the street. Sometimes, if he ever visited your place, he'd fall asleep on your couch and mumbled “Noona…” like a reflex.
You didn’t realize how much you had changed either.
You started waiting for his text before you sleep. Noticing when his eyes grew too tired. When his laugh felt a little strained.
Sometimes, you'd ask gently, “Are you okay?”
And he’d blink like returning to earth, smile wide, “Yeah. You’re here, aren’t you?”
That answer... that always unraveled you.
It was such a simple statement. But behind it lay a truth you were slowly, unconsciously accepting:
That maybe you were in love with him.
And you didn’t want to break something that fragile.
Didn’t want to lose the boy who looked at you like you were salvation.
You told yourself this was love.
But maybe it was a seed of guilt, blooming into something deeper, binding.
Maybe it was the fear, that if you left, something in him would truly break.
And so you stayed closer.
And so you held on tighter.
Even when the air grew heavier around him.
Not knowing yet—
That the more affection you gave, the more he’d need to keep you forever.
***
chap. 8
The rules were simple: whoever came first lost. And while you may have had the will, Sunwoo knew how weak you got when he sounded desperate. Maybe you'd win next time.
Oiê meu bem você pode fazer lockscreens do eric e do sunwoo do the Boyz por favor.
✦ Eric & Sunwoo ꒰ The Boyz ꒱ lockscreens !
Eu n sei c era dos dois juntos ent eu fiz assim, espero que goste :)
𝐿𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑜𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑔, 𝐼𝑓 𝑢 𝑠𝑎𝑣𝑒, 𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒
