cciwos

[cciwos]

𓂃₊ ⊹ 𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑒𝑡 | corners

ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑚𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑑𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑙 ; '𝑡𝑖𝑙 𝐼 𝑔𝑜 𝑛𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑜𝑢𝑠

₊˚⊹ ᰔ . bff!jungwon + gn!reader ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎˎˊ˗

you always sat at the same table in the campus library tucked away near the philosophy section, where barely anyone ever wandered. it was your quiet little corner of the world, and that was enough.

until he started showing up.

at first, it was just once or twice. a boy with soft blonde hair, headphones around his neck, and a stack of neatly organized notes. he didn’t speak much, but his eyes were kind. you noticed he always brought iced americanos, even in the middle of winter, and that he hummed softly when he read. eventually, he started nodding at you in greeting. one day, he sat at the table across from you.

“hope you don’t mind,” he had said, setting down his bag.

you didn’t. you really didn’t.

you learned his name was jungwon. he was majoring in journalism, had a dry sense of humor, and was insanely good at keeping his cool in stressful situations, except when he was flustered. you’d seen it once when his pen rolled off the table and you handed it to him. his ears had turned completely red.

now, weeks later, it had become a routine. you studied together, occasionally exchanged playlists, and sometimes even shared snacks, him with his almond covered chocolate sticks, you with your matcha cookies. you didn’t call it hanging out, but it was.

today, though, he seemed… off.

he was quieter than usual, lips pressed in a line as he highlighted the same sentence over and over. after a while, you reached over and gently poked his hand.

“you good?” you asked.

he looked up at you, startled. then sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “honestly? no. i’ve got this presentation tomorrow and i can’t get my thoughts in order.”

“wanna talk it out?”

he hesitated, then gave a small nod. “yeah. that’d help.”

you listened as he explained his topic, something about the influence of social media on modern journalism. his ideas were solid, but his pacing was off, and he kept second guessing himself. so, you offered feedback, helped him reorder some points, and reassured him when he looked unsure.

by the time he finished running through the revised version, he was smiling again.

“you’re kind of amazing at this,” he said, half laughing.

you shrugged, a little shy. “i like helping you.”

he was quiet for a second. then, without warning, he reached across the table and took your hand just lightly, fingers barely curled around yours.

“you always make things feel easier,” he said, voice softer now. “like i don’t have to try so hard to be okay.”

you felt your heart do something ridiculous in your chest. his hand was warm, thumb brushing slow circles against your skin.

“i like being around you,” he added, eyes meeting yours. “a lot.”

you smiled, tightening your grip on his hand just slightly. “i like being around you too. a lot.”

it wasn’t dramatic. there was no sudden music swelling or wind blowing through the window. just two people in a quiet corner of the library, holding hands over highlighters and iced coffee, finding something real between the pages.

and then, still holding your gaze, he leaned in.

there was a pause before he did, a heartbeat where everything slowed down. the buzz of the library lights faded, the tapping of keyboards, the low whispers behind bookshelves, all of it melted into a soft kind of silence. he was looking at you like you were the only thing keeping him grounded.

you could feel the weight of his gaze, the tension in the air. his fingers twitched slightly in your hand, and you realized he was just as nervous as you were.

his face was close now, so close you could see the way his lashes framed his eyes, the faint pink dusting the tops of his cheeks, the way his lips parted like he was about to say something but thought better of it.

and then, finally, he closed the distance.

the kiss wasn’t rushed. it was slow, like he was still making sure it was okay, like he was still giving you the chance to pull away. but you didn’t. you leaned in too, eyes fluttering shut as your lips met his. warm, soft, and a little unsure at first, like you were both testing the waters.

your hand instinctively reached for him, fingers curling into the fabric of his hoodie sleeve, anchoring you to the moment. his other hand brushed lightly against your cheek before he let it fall to rest on the table between you, not quite touching, but close enough that you felt the presence of it. the kiss deepened just slightly, enough to steal the air from your lungs and leave your heart racing.

there was something unspoken in it. gratitude. relief. a quiet kind of affection that had been building for weeks in glances across the table and shared silences that felt full instead of empty.

when you finally pulled back, both of you blinked slowly, like coming out of a dream.

you felt your breath catch in your throat. he was still close, forehead nearly resting against yours now, his eyes searching yours with a kind of wonder, like he couldn’t quite believe what had just happened.

then, he let out a soft laugh, breathless and a little shaky.

“that wasn’t in my study plan,” he murmured, voice low and warm with something that felt dangerously close to joy.

you laughed, cheeks flushed, your voice lighter than usual as you teased, “guess you’ll have to make room for it.”

he smiled, really smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners like they always did when he was genuinely happy.

“yeah,” he said, giving your hand a gentle squeeze, his thumb brushing across your knuckles like a quiet promise. “i think i will.”

[cciwos]

𓂃₊ ⊹ 𝑠𝑘𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 | into love

ℎ𝑒'𝑙𝑙 𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑚𝑒 𝐼'𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑛𝑒 ; and we'll have so much fun

₊˚⊹ ᰔ . bf!sunghoon + gn!reader ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎˎˊ˗

you had always loved the ice. the cool air against your skin, the smooth glide of your skates over the frozen surface, it was freeing. but no matter how much you loved it, you had never quite mastered it like sunghoon. he had always been the natural, the prodigy, the boy who made skating look effortless.

and he had always been your best friend.

ever since you met at the rink as kids, he had been by your side, catching you when you fell, laughing with you when you crashed into the boards, and always, always looking at you with that soft, teasing gaze that made your heart flutter.

somewhere along the way, that fluttering feeling had turned into something more.

now, you were dating, and everything felt like a dream. the little moments, the way he laced up your skates, the way his fingers lingered when he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, the way he pulled you close when you lost balance, were enough to make your heart race.

tonight was one of those nights that felt straight out of a romance movie.

sunghoon had texted you earlier that day with a simple message:

“meet me at the rink at 10. just us.”

and now, here you were, standing outside the empty ice arena, bundled up in a hoodie and sweatpants, the anticipation buzzing in your chest.

when you stepped inside, the rink was eerily quiet, the overhead lights casting a soft glow over the ice. sunghoon was already there, sitting on the bench, lacing up his skates. he looked up when he heard you, a smile immediately gracing his lips.

“you made it,” he said, standing up. his black hoodie hung loosely over his frame, and his hair was slightly tousled, making him look even more breathtaking than usual.

“of course,” you said, sitting down beside him to put on your skates. “i couldn’t say no to a private skate date.”

sunghoon chuckled, reaching over to tighten your laces before you could protest. his fingers brushed against your ankle, sending a shiver up your spine.

“there,” he murmured, looking up at you with that boyish grin that made your heart skip a beat. “all set.”

you rolled your eyes playfully. “you really don’t trust me to tie my own skates, do you?”

“i do,” he said, standing up and offering you his hand. “i just like taking care of you.”

your breath hitched slightly, but you took his hand, letting him guide you onto the ice.

the moment your skates touched the surface, you wobbled slightly, and sunghoon’s hands immediately found your waist, steadying you.

“careful,” he murmured, his face close to yours. “i don’t want you falling before we even start.”

you laughed, placing your hands on his chest for balance. “i don’t want that either.”

he smirked, then slowly started skating backward, pulling you along with him. his hands stayed firmly on your waist, his grip steady and sure.

“you trust me, right?” he asked, tilting his head slightly.

“of course,” you said without hesitation.

“good,” he whispered, his voice low and warm. “then let’s try something.”

before you could protest, he pulled you closer, making you skate in sync with him. you clutched onto him, your fingers gripping the fabric of his hoodie as he led you across the ice.

“sunghoon—”

“relax,” he said, his voice filled with amusement. “i’ve got you.”

and he did.

the two of you skated together, his movements guiding yours effortlessly. eventually, you found yourself loosening up, trusting him completely. the world around you blurred, leaving only the sound of your skates gliding across the ice and the warmth of his touch.

after a while, sunghoon slowed down, pulling you to a stop in the center of the rink. his hands lingered on your waist, his dark eyes searching yours.

“you’re getting better,” he murmured, his breath warm against your cheek.

“only because you never let me fall,” you said softly.

his gaze softened. “i never will.”

a heavy silence hung between you, thick with unspoken emotions. your heart pounded in your chest as he lifted a hand, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

and then, slowly, so slowly it made your stomach do somersaults, he leaned in.

his lips brushed against yours, featherlight at first, as if waiting for permission. but when you didn’t pull away, when you melted into him instead, he deepened the kiss, his hand cupping your cheek while his other arm wrapped securely around your waist.

the ice beneath you felt nonexistent, as if you were floating, completely lost in him.

when he finally pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours, a breathless chuckle escaping his lips.

“you taste like hot chocolate,” he mused, his thumb tracing slow circles against your cheek.

you laughed, your cheeks warm despite the cold. “and you taste like mint gum.”

he smirked. “guess we balance each other out.”

you grinned. “guess we do.”

sunghoon pulled you closer, his lips brushing against yours once more. “so… want to keep skating, or should we just stay here and kiss a little longer?”

you pretended to think for a moment before wrapping your arms around his neck. “i think i like this option better.”

he chuckled, pressing another soft, lingering kiss to your lips.

and under the soft glow of the rink’s lights, with nothing but the quiet hum of the ice beneath you, sunghoon kissed you again, slowly, sweetly, like he had all the time in the world.

and in that moment, it felt like he did.

[cciwos]

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