#heung min son

[dreamsinarcadia]

Pillow Talk

The one where Son Heungmin can’t seem to let his girlfriend wiggle her way out of his arms

pairing: sonny x gf!reader

warning: tooth ache kind of fluff with implied smut

She loved her boyfriend—she really did. He had her whole heart in the palm of his hands and she trusted him with it; trusted him not to squeeze too hard on it—not to shatter it into fragments of love.

And she was certain that the feeling was mutual—he'd told her so himself, proclaimed it with eyes that were practically shaped into hearts as he gazed at her with a heart achingly deep sense of adoration; one that never failed to make her feel so unbelievably loved.

However... she’d be lying if she said he couldn't get a little frustrating sometimes. Like now, for instance.

“Heungmin, move.”

“No.” His response was instantaneous and very much final.

“I need to get up.”

“That sounds like a personal problem.”

His sass had one of her brows arch up, and she was sure she would've crossed her arms too had he not restricted her movement with his own—much stronger, might she add—limb. The man knew that her work schedule had been cleared for the entirety of December, and was determined to take this rare opportunity by the reigns.

Her lips parted—very much ready to have a go at him for the unwarranted attitude—when, instead of actual words, a light gasp left them; practically inaudible from how soft it was, but that didn't make what happened any less surprising.

His lips had found their way onto her neck, pressing soft, gentle kisses across the exposed area with an occasional—and very intoxicating—nip here and there. His arm, banded securely around her hip, pulled her closer to his side. The heat of it all practically flooded her vision with pink and she almost melted right in that very moment.

"Just a little longer," he muttered into her skin, lips making contact with the already hickey littered surface in a repeated pattern that shot tingles straight down her spine, "a month away from you was torture."

Work had forced her to return to Seoul for a good portion of November. She had, of course, missed Heungmin a great deal, but hadn’t been aware of how much he’d missed her until she had stepped past his threshold tonight only to be swept off her feet.

She genuinely couldn’t remember if he’d even managed to close the front door.

His hand slipped under her thin cotton t-shirt; cool palm resting against the flat of her stomach as he whispered sweet nothings into her ears in hopes of saving himself from a lecture–and she was afraid that it was very much working.

She was an absolute sucker for sweet moments like this.

But she was also recovering from a strenuous night, barely having gotten any sleep between multiple rounds of heaven sent pleasure. The man had been positively insatiable upon her return, and though this delighted her to no end, she was slick with sweat, peppered with hickeys, her legs felt like jelly and she wanted nothing more than a warm shower. The saccharine scent of sex was strong, and the air around them was stiflingly thick, despite the air conditioning being on full blast.

“Heungmin.”

“Hm?” His head tilted up, gaze focused on her with a sense of endearment only she was privy to receiving from him; the twitch of his lips showcasing his lovestruck smile in a show of vulnerability that, once again, only she had the pleasure of seeing on him.

His gaze was softened and practically swirling with that domestic love she knew he held for her; the one that would instantly ease all his muscles and have him actively seek her out just to hold her in his arms, to love on her like he always claimed she deserved.

When she didn't respond immediately, his grip tightened and he pulled her further into his side; to fit against him like she was meant to be there, like he was incomplete without her—and her, without him.

Ah, she was so stupidly weak to him when he got like this. Her hand reached up to brush cool fingers soothingly on the apple of his cheek.

“Aren’t you tired?” A valid question, seeing as though the man had only a few hours of rest between his match and her return.

“With you in my arms? Never.” His voice was soothingly calm, but when he propped an elbow on the pillow to look down at her, his eyes were blazing, pinning her to the spot. It raked over her appearance - the mussed hair, the love bites adorning the delicate curve of her neck, the rise and fall of her chest, the adorable flush of pink on her cheeks. The corner of his lips stretched to a wide grin.

When her hand dropped from his face, he was quick to catch it and press a kiss to her palm. He held it close to his heart. “Why?” He asked, knowing damn well the answer. “Are you tired?”

“…maybe.”

“Oh no! Rough night?”

She had to fight the urge to kiss the damn smirk off his face. He looked so damn pleased with himself.

“…okay fine, we can stay here a little longer.”

And then he was kissing her, his hands moving quickly to hook her legs around his waist and move her underneath himself. And suddenly, her arms and legs didn’t feel like jelly anymore. Instead, she’d felt as electrified—as if struck by lightning…only better. Much, much better. Because she couldn’t wrap her arms around lightning, or feel lightning’s heart skip against her own.

“Not for too long, we’ve been in bed for hours,” she protested weakly into the increasingly heated kiss. “I’m melting.”

“Mmm.”

“We have to eat.”

He pulled away to grin at her, a mischievous twinkle alight in his eyes. “Great idea,” he said. “Let’s do just that.”

Just when she was about to open her mouth to steer him clear of the inevitable course of action, he’d lunged straight for her neck to attack her with another fit of adoring kisses—ones that made her sigh in what she could only describe as contentment.

And then her t-shirt was back on the floor.

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[dybalassunshine]

Some more of these because why the hell not :)

[avenirdelight]

chill dude you’re just gonna play football what are you trying to aim here

[timoswerner]

10 years of ben and look at what sonny has to say about him thanks sonny im crying

[whitehartlane]

HARRY KANE (10) & SON HEUNGMIN (7) OF TOTTENHAM HOTSPUR The greatest partnership to ever exist in the world of football. “When you turn, I will be always there.”

BBC Sport / Kane and Son break the all-time record for Premier League goal combinations / The Guardian / Kane-Son trademark celebration during Liverpool 1-1 Tottenham, 07th May 2022 / Kane-Son trademark celebration during Manchester United 1-6 Tottenham, 04th October 2020 / Kane-Son trademark celebration during Aston Villa 0-4 Tottenham, 09th April 2022 / Kane-Son trademark celebration during Tottenham 2-0 West Ham United / Kane on Twitter after assisting Son on 4 goals against Southampton / Tottenham 1-0 Burnley, 26th Oct 2020 / Nice to Mich You, Son Heungmin / Premier League / Kane and Son hug during Manchester City 2-3 Tottenham, 19th Feb 2022 / Kane and Son hug during Tottenham 1-0 Crystal Palace, 20th Sept 2015 / Kane consoles Son during the Carabao Cup final against Manchester City / Kane and Son celebrate during Tottenham 5-2 Southampton, 26th Dec 2017 / Commentator on the Kane and Son partnership / Tottenham 2-0 Arsenal, 06th Dec 2020 / Caption from ‘Heungmin Son and Harry Kane guess their Premier League goal combinations’ / Stray Kids, I am YOU / Kane and Son celebrate during a 6-1 game against Leicester City, 18th May 2017 / Kane and Son celebrate during a 4-0 game against Everton, 13th Jan 2018 / Kane on Twitter / Frank O’Hara, ‘Morning’ / Kane wins the Golden Boot 20/21 / Son wins the Golden Boot 21/22 / Kane assists Son against Southampton / Caption from ‘Heungmin Son and Harry Kane guess their Premier League goal combinations’ / Mitski, Francis Forever / YouTube: Record breakers! Kane & Son react to becoming Premier League’s most deadly duo! / FootballJOE on Twitter, referencing Son’s trademark goal celebration, the ‘camera,’ through which he is looking at Kane / Gang of Youths, ‘Achilles Come Down’ / Kane and Son celebrate their goal against Arsenal / Kane on his relationship and link-ups with Son / Son and Kane on Instagram / Kane and Son after Kane assisted Son on four goals against Southampton / Tottenham 3-2 Ajax, 08th May 2019 / cr. Shaun Botterill, Getty Images / Commentator on the Kane and Son partnership / Tottenham 3-2 Manchester City, 19th Feb 2022 / Caption from ‘Heungmin Son and Harry Kane guess their Premier League goal combinations’

[sportswriters]

christmas proposal - h. son

pairing: heungmin son x female!reader | fluff | wc: 1.1k | established relationship | warnings: a bit suggestive at the end | a/n: hi, everybody! your girl namu cried writing this one. yeah, happy holidays.

preparations for christmas dinner were in full swing, all the more so because you and heungmin had been chosen as this year's hosts. in a few hours, family and friends would be filling the house with presents, food and drinks.

you had found an analog camcorder that you hadn't used in a while, so you decided to record the process during the day. heungmin was in the kitchen decorating the cookies you had baked — because he could never turn the oven off at the right time — looking quite focused on the job at hand. he noticed you entering the kitchen, but didn't notice the camera in your hand, even though you had leaned over the counter to focus on his handsome face.

“honey, what do you think of green in these details and red as the main one in this outfit?” he asked, still not looking at you. “i'm trying to make it more varied, but i'm running out of ideas, there are very few colors.”

you smiled, delighted with his dedication.

“is the idea to distribute the colors evenly or are you going for random?”

“there are so many cookies, i think i've given up on the idea of being half and half.”

“then do what you think suits it best, don't worry so much,” you advised. “although i think this one in particular would look great with red and white.”

“white, of course! great idea, honey, thanks." he looked up to send you a smile, then finally found you framing him. “do i look good on this little screen?”

“handsome as always, it's quite absurd.”

you walked around the counter until you were next to heungmin, leaving a kiss on his lips that had already formed a pout.

“i'm so proud of what we've done so far, the house looks and smells amazing.”

he nodded.

"we need to find a way to get one of them to do the dishes afterwards."

***

after showering and getting properly dressed in more elegant clothes— although you couldn't wait to get back into your pajamas — heungmin went to check the temperature of the freezer and the details of the table while you got ready to do your makeup. the camcorder had been left in the living room, so you cracked a smile when you saw heungmin coming back into the bedroom talking to the lens.

“i hope she hasn't finished her makeup yet.”

you squinted your eyes and laughed, tilting your head with a questioning expression.

“anything i should know?"

heungmin placed the camera on the dressing table, fixing the angle for a few seconds. you were still completely confused, not knowing whether to continue your previous action. then heungmin knelt down beside you, you froze. his eyes were sparkling, the smile was trying to be contained on his face, but it was almost impossible. there was a little black velvet box in his hands, the color matched the clothes he was wearing, it matched your dress too.

“i've loved you for a long time, honey. we've built this beautiful life together, this whole house is part of the representation of our love. every corner we make welcoming, every guest we host makes me realize how we also reflect this in others. i'm the happiest man in the world to live this life with you, to be able to hold your hand, hug you, cry with you, laugh with you. there hasn't been a moment in the years we've been together when i haven't felt grateful to have you with me.”

during the speech, you were smiling and nodding positively. you noticed the beautiful ring when he opened the box, but you didn't look at it for more than two seconds. you spent the whole time with your eyes fixed on his face, trying to anchor yourself on solid ground, or you would be able to fly if you were allowed to. you reached for one of heungmin's hands and placed it between yours, making him smile as he felt you trembling.

“even when we disagree, when we have bad days, negativity has no power over me because I know we can get through it, we can overcome adversity. i've loved you for a long time and i want to keep loving you for even longer, i want to tell everyone that you're my wife, that you're the greatest certainty i've ever had, that you're the one i want to make a home with. honey, will you marry me?”

“of course!” you replied, leaning in to hug him. “gosh, i love you so much! i can't believe you decided to do this today.”

heungmin pulled away briefly to look at you.

“bad idea?"

“no, just wait a minute.” you signaled before getting up to go to your purse.

heungmin stood up again, slightly confused because he still hadn't put the ring on your finger. you took out a small paper bag, then took out a small box very similar to the one he was holding, but navy blue in color. he widened his eyes as you approached him again.

“my idea was for it to happen after dinner, but now it makes sense to ask before everyone arrives. we don't know how long this party will last.”

you held out your right hand so that he could put the ring on, but heungmin took a few seconds to react. he didn't think it would be possible to feel so much love in such a short space of time. he took the ring off and threw the box on the table, gently taking your hand and putting the ring on your finger. he caressed it with his thumb, watching how beautiful the sparkle looked on your skin.

“i'm not that good with words,” you began, your voice wavering slightly. “but my great certainty is also that i've chosen you every day since day one, and i can't wait for a lifetime by your side.”

heungmin pressed his lips together as if trying to hold something for himself, but his unsteady breathing was obvious from the movement of his chest. you took the initiative to take his hand and carefully place the ring on his finger. suddenly, your fiancé wrapped his arms around your waist and lifted you off the ground, his face sinking into the crook of your neck, repeating the three most precious words in existence. you could only laugh. 

“i love you, i say we get married tonight. almost everyone we love will be here.”

“i'd love to, but i don't want to get the holidays mixed up,” you argued back, crossing your legs around him. “i want our day to have its own celebration.”

heungmin pulled his face away to look at you again, completely immersed in the constellations of your eyes, which were surely a reflection of his own.

“alright, we've got a lot of work ahead of us,” he agreed, giving you a smooch. “the dress looks fantastic on you, i wish we had more time before everyone arrived.”

you squinted and tilted your head to the side.

“we could just change the dress code to pajamas and enjoy the time we have now,” you suggested, running your nails gently over the back of his neck. “we're the hosts, aren't we?”

he grinned and walked over to the bed, carefully laying you down.

“i just need to stop that video first, we've got enough romance on the record.”

[thiagodasilva]

Son Heung-min for ELLE Korea 🤍✨

[xdestroyax]

[vividvexations]

he was sunshine, i was midnight rain

end of an era. end of an iconic duo.

[fitfootballers]

Son Heung-min 🔥

[a-very-bored-blogger]

There's something about this picture...the tenderness in Sonny's eyes...

[dreamsinarcadia]

The Window

The one where sleep-logged Sonny forgets to close the window

pairing: sonny x fem!reader

warning: yet to be proofread

She wondered how best to describe her love for Sonny. Some days it was exhilarating as it was intoxicating - he’d come home armed with flowers and a smile so bright it’d crease the corners of his eyes. He’d linger at the door and fill in the silence with stories of his day as she’d nod attentively from her spot in front of the mirror, applying make up while trying not to melt into a puddle at the intensity of his gaze. Some days he’d walk straight into her arms, a storm cloud practically raging to life over his head as he’d lament the loss of the day’s match.

But even in times of pure frustration, Sonny’s gentleness was like a blessing in disguise - a patch of blue sky amongst the dark clouds. He’d wrap strong arms around her, trapping her in the bastille of his warm embrace on nights when the silence was deafening, inadvertently chasing away the shadows of doubt that she didn’t even realize were creeping in.

Waking up to the uncomfortable prickles of a shiver running rampant on her skin was by no means the way she wanted to be greeted in the morning. With a disgruntled sigh, she willed her eyes to open as much as possible to try and read the time. The clock on the bedside table read 7:35 am, a perfectly reasonable time to wake up and get ready for work, yet all she wanted to do was burrow deeper into the covers and slip right back into dreamland.

She honestly had no one to blame other than herself (and maybe even Sonny). She’d insisted that her boyfriend eat something before bed, and he’d retaliated by coaxing her to staying up way past both their usual bedtime hours. She’d charmed him with stories of her grandmother playfully wielding her slipper as a weapon against her siblings, her father travelling from Goyang to Seoul on a daily basis in an attempt to woo her mother, and a few more stories in an attempt to distract him from the weariness of the day. Of course, this meant that she’d lost track as the hours that slipped away in the quiet comfort of each other's voices, filling in the gaps that too often felt like chasms in their time together.

With the demands of his life, Sonny was like a fleeting gust of wind in the summer. It was a demanding lifestyle, one that he’d fought tooth and nail to achieve. Bearing this in mind, she never once asked him to devote more time than he honestly could on her. So when he could carve out time just for her, she treasured it, sleeplessness and all. His laughter was worth the countless yawns she’d have to endure at work (much to the amusement of her coworkers).

He was worth the loss of sleep.

Shifting underneath the covers, she focused her gaze on Sonny, dozing blissfully by her side. The sight of him, long lashes resting against the curve of his cheeks and his lips parted just slightly enough for a light snore to fill the silence, made the corners of her mouth tug upwards into an amused smile. He really was the epitome of innocence at moments of stillness, the sharp edges of a man put down by the events of the day lost in slumber. His arm was draped languidly over her waist, anchoring her close to his side in that tender and protective way he always did, even in his sleep. He always ran hot; the heat and weight of his limb was nothing short of grounding, reminding her that despite the chaos of his world they were each other’s anchors.

Yesterday’s match against Liverpool had been resoundingly intense, and the following drop in points on the Premier League table had taken a toll on him. She could tell that he was beyond exhausted. The performance could honestly be chalked up to the fact that half the starting team was in the depths of a medical nightmare. They’d lost, and yet Sonny blamed no one but himself. He felt raw, exposed, his mind a blend of misery and despair, haunted by the taunting boos and curses flung his team’s way from the fans in the stands. The bitter disappointment of the evening still clawed relentlessly at his dreams.

The unhurried flutter of the window curtains signalled the cool morning breeze intruding into her bedroom, but not even the chill of the breath of wind could wake the human furnace beside her. As she lay in silent envy of her boyfriend’s ridiculously gorgeous slumbering form - whilst wondering how best to shove him off the bed in the nicest way possible - her attention zeroed in on the open window.

The claws of another chill ran shivers up her spine, so she burrowed deeper into Sonny’s side, taking full advantage of the warmth he inadvertently provided. As if sensing her discomfort, his arm immediately curled tighter around her waist, though he remained in a state of blissful slumber. He must have been running through mental notes on the match though, because his muscles were tightly coiled as if ready to spring into action at any given moment. His breathing, in contrast, remained steady and constant, and she tried to match her own breathing to his rhythm. Maybe that would help lull her back to sleep.

Her eyelids fluttered as drowsiness quickly began to pull her back into its loving embrace.

If only she’d remembered to close the damn window before bed—

And suddenly her eyes were wide open as realisation slammed into her consciousness. She was not the window culprit. It was Sonny!

She hadn’t been in the room at the time, but she could easily picture it; him half-dazed, muscles screaming in protest, vision clouded with the weight of the match’s results, and then . . . the window left ajar, as if his mind couldn't quite handle the simple task with everything else loaded on his plate.

She couldn’t even feign annoyance even if she’d tried. He must have been truly drained to forget a task that he’d practically drilled into his routine. She took the time to appreciate the familiarity of his body pressed against his own, the rhythmic thump of his heart beat, the wonderfully mind numbing scent of vanilla and something so indescribably Sonny and the way her fingers travelled up to tangle his hair, eventually pulling him from his dreams.

Face twitching, long eyelashes fluttered against the pillow as his lips parted to inhale a sharp bout of air. Her fingernails scraped lazily across his scalp, the familiarity of the motion finally waking him from whatever remnant of sleep he had been lost in.

“Sonny,” she whispered playfully. “Did you forget about anything last night?”

He grumbled incoherently in protest, shifting a little to try and pull her closer, but she wiggled back just enough to keep him succumbing to the drowsiness. As if to prove her point, she jammed her icy toes into his knees. He immediately jerked, his forehead creasing as his eyes shot open at the surprise attack, no longer able to hang onto the last tempting tendrils of sleep. Sonny blinked, not quite seeing her through the thick haze of sleep. The half-conscious, and thoroughly puzzled, sleep-logged look he gave her honestly was adorable.

“Goodnight kiss?” He tried, voice rough with sleep and doing wonders to send an eruption of butterflies fluttering around in her stomach. His cheeky little smile carried the tilt of mischief she’d come to adore.

Shuffling forward to close the gap she’d created, Sonny pressed a kiss to the warmth of her cheek, taking a second to marvel at the immediate relief of tension from his shoulders. He could spend days in bed like this with her.

“The window, Son Heung-min,” she reminded him. “I’m freezing.”

His expression adjusted as a less than stellar joke dawned on him. “Ah,” he exclaimed thoughtfully. “I’m Heung-min.”

She really did resist the force of a tidal wave in order to stop her eyes from rolling to the back of her head, so chose to jab a finger into his shoulder instead. “Baby. The window.”

Sonny blinked, trying his best to assess her words the best he could after having just woken up, before craning his neck to pin his gaze on the confounded window. Clarity finally broke through as he smashed his face into the pillow and groaned to try and escape the responsibility. The corner of his mouth, however, quirked into a small apologetic grin. “I forgot. I’m sorry.”

“Mmm. You’re lucky I’m comfortable,” she teased lightly, combing her fingers through his hair and running them across the back of his neck, watching in delight as he shivered delicately under the cool touch.

Humming in agreement, he yanked her closer to his side and grabbed the sheet so that she couldn’t escape. “Can I close it in a minute?”

She raised an eyebrow, a gesture that he couldn’t see from having his face mashed into the pillow, but definitely felt in his bones. “I can feel you glaring at me ,” he mumbled as she laughed and kissed his shoulder. It was time to get up and get ready for practice anyway.

He released a groan that came from the depths of his chest, clearly not thrilled about leaving the comfort of the bed and his beloved girlfriend, but the glint in her eyes was inventive enough to get him in motion. At a snail’s pace, he pushed himself up, his bare chest exposed to the chill in the room (he’d shucked his hoodie into a corner of the room at some point in the night). His sweatpants hung delectably low on his hips, the fabric clinging to his frame in a way that left so very little to the imagination.

In that moment, she just laid there, still in the soft glow of the morning light, admiring him as he broke into a lazy jog to close the window. His muscles rippled with each movement—his broad shoulders, the small bruises adorning his hip and legs at whatever knocks he’d picked up on the field, the defined lines of his chest and abs, all sculpted from the harsh physicality of the life he led, a few of the endless challenges and unspoken battles on the pitch. There were scars—faded over the course of time—chiselled into his skin like a map of his past, each one a testament to the strength he carried, the price he paid to be the athlete he was now.

She never asked about them; they were a part of his past that he’d really rather not have experienced. Though they were reminders that the sport he played was at times more dangerous than expected, they never scared her. If anything, each scar made him more real… more human. More her Sonny than the beloved Son Heung-min captaining both a Premier League and National team.

Her heart practically swelled triple its size at the way his back muscles rippled when he yanked the window shut with a nimble touch before turning around. The chill no longer bit at her skin, and the air was significantly warmer. The warmth, however, wasn’t simply because of the window being closed. It was him. It has always been him.

Sonny’s lips, upon catching her gaze the moment he’d turned around, curved into his signature wide smile, completing missing the fact that she was ogling him like a tall glass of cool water on a sweltering summer day. “Better?”

“Yes,” she mumbled. “Thank you.” Her voice, still a little rough with sleep, caught in her throat as her eyes raked his figure. She was fighting an internal war to keep a raging blush from colouring her cheeks and setting her ears on fire.

His smile faltered at the way she’d been silently staring at him, mistaking the quiet admiration of his build for something else. Raising a hand, his fingers ventured across the five o’clock shadow on his face. “What? Drool on my face?” he asked, a touch of humour in his voice.

She shook her head. “No,” she said, much softer now, “just… you.”

Crossing the distance between the window and the foot of the bed, Sonny beamed down at her and scrunched his brows in question. “Me?”

Words couldn’t quite articulate how much she loved him, and she didn’t quite know how to get the message across without bursting into tears. “I love you,” she said simply, choosing to tell him the truth as it simply was.

He stood still, smile melting into something that read quiet contemplation as he studied the sincerity in her tone and eyes.

"You do?" he murmured, his voice a little raspier than usual, thick with untapped emotion. He rounded the corner to stand by her side and reached over, his hand brushing gently against the apple of her cheek, a gesture that seemed to speak volumes more than words could.

She nodded, her impish little smile still there, but now tinged with a softness that only he could extract from her core. "Yes," she whispered again, a little breathless at the unexpected intensity of the moment, "just you, Sonny."

The silence seemed to stretch for hours, though it was a glacial ten seconds at best. He studied her, his gaze deep and knowing, like he was searching for something in her eyes. And then, with a slight curve of his lips, he said it back, his voice so raw, so full of everything he usually kept hidden beneath multiple layers of humour and sarcasm.

“I love you.”

It was simple, but the way he said it—the way his fingers ghosted over her cheek before trailing down to cup the back of her neck, the way his gaze softened, like the weight and noise of the world didn't matter as long as she was there—made the words feel more real than anything. Then, slowly, he leaned in, his lips brushing against her in a soft, lingering kiss.

When she pulled back, his forehead rested against hers, his breathing steadier now. “I don’t deserve you,” he murmured, his voice barely audible.

“Yes, you do,” she countered, moving her hands from underneath the covers to rest on his shoulders. “And if you can’t believe that right now, then believe this: I’m not going anywhere. Not now, not ever.”

He didn’t respond with words this time. Instead, he wound his arms around her frame to pull her in, holding her like she truly was the only thing anchoring him to the world. And perhaps, for the time being, that was exactly what she chose to be.

They stayed like that for a while as the morning stretched on, ignoring the cries of the alarm that alerted them of the danger of running late for work. And honestly? The world could wait.

happy new year everybody 💙

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[dybalassunshine]

I'm back with these :)

[avenirdelight]

safe flight fam🥹🤍

[humbug83]

SONsational ⚽

[whitehartlane]

HEUNGMIN SON, HE'S ONE OF OUR OWN. ↳ "Please give a lot of love to Tottenham Hotspur."

Ange on Sonny / Sonny signs for Tottenham in 2015 / Sonny signs an extension / Sonny signs another extension through till 2025 / Maisie Peters, 'Place We Were Made' / GQ Korea, 10 Things Son Heungmin Can't Live Without / Nora Sakavic, 'The King's Men' / Sonny joining Spurs in 2015 / Sonny being appointed club captain in 2023 / Stray Kids, 'You Can STAY' / Sonny squashing rumours about him going to the Saudi league / Sonny talking about being captain / Sonny on extending his contract / Tottenham 3-1 Chelsea, 24 Nov 2018 / Sonny's Instagram post after becoming captain / Sonny leading the lads out to the away end at Brentford Community Stadium to clap them and huddle in front of them before kickoff / @moonlitsgarden, 'waiting room' / Tottenham on Sonny's contract extension