#heungmin 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? Want to stay in bed a little while longer to recharge?”

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

“…okay fine,” she grumbled, “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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[sonnys-fan-not-spurs-fan]

I love a man with great taste in fashion:

YES!

[delstroyer]

Tottenham v. Everton | Sat, Aug 24, 2024

[thiagodasilva]

anyway I don’t think we talk about this enough (he’s hot)

[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’

[pragmatheos]

𝙣𝙨𝙛𝙬 𝙖𝙡𝙥𝙝𝙖𝙗𝙚𝙩 | 𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝗵𝗲𝘂𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝗶𝗻 ৻ꪆ

nova: this is the first time i'm ever writing something like this, so...it's not going to be the best of content, i feel. the more i write though, hopefully the more i'll get better at it. nsfw content below the cut, obviously!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Heung-min is extremely conscious of your body, and especially mental state, after you’ve both come to completion. Sometimes, he pushes you really far in terms of scenes, or he’s just so pent up from the emotions of his most recent match that he is rough and demanding with his actions. His aftercare is very detailed, too. He cleans you up with the softest of touches, making sure there is no place that is still covered in his essence. He wipes you down with a warm, damp washcloth that isn’t too wet and at the perfect temperature to not send chills down your body. After that, he massages your sore joints in lotion and massage oils. While doing this, he leaves little kisses along your body, not to insinuate another round, but to just let you know that he’s there. That he has you, and that he loves you.  

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

In terms of him, he loves his arms. This stems from the fact that he really enjoys holding you during sex, loves having you against a wall, where his arms flex and hold you ever so tightly. This also leans into one of his kinks. Dependency. He loves that you can feel dependent on him, that you trust him enough to put yourself in what can be seen as a dangerous position. You trust him not to drop you. Also, in a less sexual aspect and more sensual, he just loves carrying you anywhere and everywhere. If he isn’t busy, the most likely thing to find him doing is just holding you in his arms. 

In terms of you, he finds everything about you staggeringly beautiful, but he is absolutely enamoured by your lips. He just can’t seem to get over the way they part ever so slightly when he first enters you, then the gap gets wider when hits that spot in you, it makes him feral. After a while, he just stares at them. He loves seeing them slick with spit, loves having them on him as well. To him, the feeling of your lips is something that not even the sweetest of nectars could compare to. When your lips connect, he swears he could come right there. It is such a euphoric feeling to him. 

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He has to see it spilling out of you. To him, having his release creaming around his cock because he’s filled you so well is such an ego boost to him. Knowing that you’ve let him come so much in you, that your body just can’t hold it anymore? It gets him so riled up and ready to go again. Of course, if you don’t want his cum in you for any reason, he’d also love coming on your stomach, loves the way you gasp every time he takes his cock from you. The head a dark red, begging to let his release out. The feeling of his cum leaving him, and landing on you, the person he loves the most? God, he just really loves it. 

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

While he’s on the road, he uses those sex toys that are basically a torso, you know the ones. He just gets so pent up being away from you, especially when he’s on international duty that he can’t help himself. When it gets late, and he’s left with his thoughts, he just goes to town on one of them. He’d never tell you this, as he finds it a bit embarrassing. But he quite literally creams the poor thing, thinking of you wrapped around him, your soft skin against his, your dainty arms wrapped around his wide shoulders. It just sends him basically ballistic in terms of his sexual desire for you. 

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Heung-min is experienced, but only in a fling situation I think. To him, you’re the first relationship he has properly taken seriously. So while he does know how to use his body, he has done the majority of his exploration with you. For him, being in such a stable relationship like the one he has with you, made him comfortable enough to actually experiment and not just participate in simple vanilla sex. So, to begin with, he was a bit clumsy in his actions, but so were you. You were both learning what you like together, what kinks you wanted to incorporate in your sex life. To put it simply, he was experienced and inexperienced at the same time. 

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

His favourite position has to be missionary, as vanilla as it is. He loves having the emotional and physical connection that the position grants him, he can kiss you as much as he likes. He also loves how slow it can be, you can hold each other tightly, roam your hands over each other's bodies. It is a great de-stressor for him, it brings him back to reality, having you wrapped around him and arching your front into his fronts. A big pro for him, as well, is that he can easily take your breast into his mouth and suckle. He loves the intimacy of the act. 

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

It depends, honestly. Sometimes, he can be silly, if he’s in a good mood, or if he’s trying to cheer you up. He won’t be overly goofy though, it would just be the occasional comment, an eskimo kiss here, a cheek bite there. Most of the time, though, he’s really serious. He wants to make sure you’re completely comfortable all the time, dedicating his being to your pleasure so he doesn’t tend to be silly. There are moments he is more serious than normal however, if he has pent up anger, or if he’s just tried because of the expectations thrown on him, he would retreat into your embrace, but it would be obvious he’s not in the mood for any jokes. 

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Given the fact that he’s a professional athlete, he’s bare under the arms and on his legs. He sometimes grows his stubble out, but it only lasts a few days before he shaves it all off again, so you really savour that carpet burn feeling of his stubble on the rare occasion that you do get it. In terms of his pubic area, I think he’s trimmed to the base, with a small patch of hair down there, so you don’t even really notice it even when you’ve swallowed him to the base and he’s kept you there to really savour the feeling of your mouth on him. 

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Heung-min is an extreme romantic in any occasion, and this obviously extends to your sex life. He has to have his hands and lips on you in some form, no matter the place or position. For him, he needs to be affectionate during sex, it heightens his arousal and gets him going even more, I feel. Nibbles on your neck, long deep kisses, hands cradling your head, fingers playing with your sensitive nipples, he’s always intimately affectionate during the act. He gets even more so when you’ve reached your peaks, he can’t help himself. Right while you’re climaxing he always feels the need to kiss you deeply, his tongue reaching inside your mouth and caressing yours, playing with it, and just feeling you in another way. 

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He’s really messy, like really really messy. He only masturbates while he’s away from you, so he’s unbelievably pent up with frustration that he starts and can’t bring himself to stop until he’s came at least 3 times, imagining that he’s filling you up, that you’re on his cock, and that it isn’t just his hand that he’s using to pleasure himself. He also really likes dragging himself to the edge and then denying himself an orgasm, times like these are when he doesn’t want to waste his cum on himself, he deems it only for you, so he denies himself until he can’t take it anymore and then he cums with such a force that it leaves him panting and almost mewling with pleasure. 

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

As he loves filling you up, feeling you stuffed full with him, it isn’t surprising he has a breeding kink. He loves the idea of just having you full of him, mewling and moaning on his cock, and the idea of having children with you? It sets him off even more, he absolutely loves the risk of it. Of course, he knows his plan as of right now, no children until retirement, but the idea gets him so riled up and excited. He can’t wait to start that next chapter, and it is very obvious given how much he pumps you full sometimes. More keeps coming even though there isn’t anywhere else for his release to go, so he ends up with a thick creamy ring around the base of his cock, and that just makes him want to fill you up even more. 

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He’s very traditional in the fact that he enjoys sex in the bedroom the most. He loves the comfort it provides both of you, having you safe and comfortable in his soft sheets and pillows is such a turn on for him. Having you cradled in the safety that he’s provided to you feeds his ego immensely. Of course, he’s also known for taking you against walls, but that’s when his need reaches uncontainable levels, when he controls himself, his destination is always the bedroom.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

You can just look at him in a soft way and he’d become feral. Everything about you tends to get him going, but especially on special occasions when he sees you all dressed up, he sometimes doesn’t want to leave the house and just wants to spend the evening with you, at home, just giving beautiful bliss to each other. He also seems to really enjoy seeing you in lingerie, it’s almost like you’re a sensual present for him to unwrap. He loves tracing the lace as it cups your breasts, frames your hips, and he loves running his fingers over your panty covered entrance. Nights like that are the more messy ones.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

If there is one thing Heung-min definitely wouldn’t do it’s impact play. He absolutely loathes ever even entertaining the thought of giving you pain. He treats you like you’re a god and to him, hitting you with something is an absolute no go. He’s always receptive to experimenting, however this is the one thing he could never see himself doing. He much prefers being soft and sensual to you, not harsh and violent. 

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

While he loves when you swallow his cock, having your pretty lips stretched around his base always seems to get him going even more. He completely prefers having his mouth on your pussy, loves spending his time eating you out. He starts out slowly at first, soft kisses to your slit, and slow licks before he gets too excited and almost glues his face to your folds. He gets really messy too, a mixture of his saliva and your slick not only coating your inner thighs, but also his face. Heung-min just goes to town on you. Overstimulation is also something that happens all of the time, it comes from the fact that he can’t seem to bring himself away from you. You more often than not have to tug his hair to get him to come back to your face for messy kisses, instead of him having a feast on your core. 

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Heung-min is a real advocate for soft, slow, and sensual sex on his best days. He loves making you feel him, feel his motions, and feel his desire for you on an almost spiritual level. He finds it so much more romantic if you’re taking sex slowly, it lets him dedicate time to all of his favourite parts of you, being all of you. However, he has been known to go fast and rough on the odd occasion when he’s been pushed over the edge, either sexually or mentally. But he’ll always prioritise your comfort, no matter how fast he is going. 

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

You and Heung-min have a reputation when it comes to late-night events for both Tottenham and the National Team. More often than not, at some point in the night, you have sneaked away to a dark corridor or a bathroom to have a quickie. When he gets alcohol in his system, he’s a lot more handsy and this leads to him touching you more and being rather physically affectionate in the company of his teammates. In plain terms, he loves them. He loves that both of you can’t control yourselves and end up craving each other so much that you can’t wait until you get home. 

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He’s completely fine with experimenting sexually as long as it’s done in a safe environment and that you both use a colour system, so he knows how to adjust what he’s doing or if he should just stop in general. As said before, there’s very few things he wouldn’t not try. But he’s preference has always been what’s seen as vanilla, as he knows that’s keeps you the safest during sex. 

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He can go for quite a long time, at least 3 rounds, given his stamina levels in general. The rounds also aren’t short, he can push himself for hours. Which he doesn’t really tend to do as he likes to match his stamina to yours so as to not overwhelm you into overstimulating yourself too much. The two of you on a normal night tend to only go for the 1 round, but that doesn’t mean it’s boring or fast at all, quite the opposite actually. 

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Apart from when he’s masturbating, I think he doesn’t like using toys. Heung-min is prideful in his own abilities to overwhelm and pleasure you well enough all by himself, he doesn’t see the need for toys as an aid. This connects to his dependency kink as well, he loves that you feel dependent on him. I think if you two were to use toys in your sex life, he wouldn’t feel as fulfilled, almost like you weren’t completely dependent on him to give you pleasure. 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Heung-min is quite the tease when he’s in a playful mood, and when he’s craving you a lot. He traces your entrance with his finger over your underwear, not even pushing against it, you just get a small shivering sensation through your body, and then he just pats your leg and goes off to do something else. Obviously, he wants you to want him as much as he wants you so by teasing you like this, he knows your energies will match when you actually engage each other sexually, 

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He isn’t necessarily loud, but he does grunt a lot in your ear while he’s inside you. He also loves talking to you, whispering in your ear and biting it when he makes a particularly hard thrust that hits you in just the right spot. As he gets closer to the edge, he does start actually moaning, and babbling into your ear about how much he loves you. When he comes, it’s almost like he quietly mewls in your ear, but you’re too far gone as well that neither of you notice. 

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He gets absolutely feral when he feels you tug on his hair, be it when he’s between your legs or when he’s thrusting into you like there’s nowhere else he’d rather be. It’s a blatant show that he’s always at your mercy and that you’re actually the one in control and it makes him just want to make you feel even more euphoric. Especially when he’s had a hard day, the sensation of you pulling his hair makes him let out such a loud grunt and then he just pounces on you like a lust demon.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Heung-min is around 8 inches in length with a considerable girth to him. You feel the burn when taking him into either your mouth or your pussy. He doesn’t have insane girth to the point it actively hurts but it’s a nice burn, it reminds you he’s there fully. He also has a slight curve to the left, which he uses to his advantage when ramming into you to hit your g-spot, which he loves to do very often. His tip also gets a very angry red when he’s being edged that almost makes you want to just suckle on it to soothe his pain, almost like an ice pop.  

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

His sex drive is insane. He can be ready to go wherever, whenever basically. It seems he can never get enough of you, if you’re ready to go, he’s ready to go, basically. It’s how much he wants you on a 24/7 basis that shocked you during the formative months of your relationship, when you were just getting to know each other’s desires. 

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Heung-min is usually awake for a good 30 minutes after you’ve been cleaned up and tucked into bed. He lays down with you in his arms and waits for you to fall asleep before he does. He likes knowing that you’ve been fully satisfied before he succumbs to his own exhaustion, another part of his dependency kink. Plus, he likes listening to your soft breaths and snores as a sort of lullaby, he finds it difficult to go to sleep without them now that he’s had them for so long.

[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.”

[emilyyoung]

Title: A Moment of Support

It had been a difficult day for Son Heung Min. The match had been intense, and despite all of his efforts, his team had come up short. He could feel the weight of the loss in his chest, a heaviness that wouldn't lift, no matter how many times he tried to shake it off.

When he arrived home, his face was etched with frustration and disappointment. You could tell the moment he walked through the door. He didn't say anything—no greeting, no smile, just the sound of his footsteps as he made his way to the living room. His shoulders were slumped, his usual confidence nowhere to be found.

You knew how much he cared about the game, how every match meant everything to him. And after a loss, especially one like this, you knew he needed time to process his emotions. But you also knew that he couldn’t carry this burden alone, and you weren’t going to let him.

You watched him silently as he sat on the couch, his eyes staring blankly at the wall. He was lost in his thoughts, his mind still replaying every moment of the game. You wanted to say something, to help ease the pain he was feeling, but you knew he wasn’t ready to talk yet.

You sat beside him, not saying a word, just being there. The silence between you was thick, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. You could tell he appreciated your presence, even though he wasn’t ready to speak.

"Do you want to talk about it?" you asked gently after a few moments, your voice soft but filled with care.

He didn’t answer right away. He simply shook his head and let out a long, tired sigh. "I don’t want to talk," he murmured, his voice hoarse, like he was fighting back the frustration and disappointment that had built up inside him.

You nodded understandingly, reaching out to touch his hand. "It’s okay. I’m here for you, whenever you’re ready," you said, your words a quiet promise of support.

For the next few minutes, you stayed by his side, offering him comfort in your own quiet way. You gently ran your fingers through his hair, and he leaned into your touch, grateful for the calm you provided. But the silence between you still felt heavy—like something was on the verge of breaking.

Eventually, he stood up and walked into the kitchen, but you could tell by the way he was walking that he wasn’t in the mood for food. He opened the fridge, staring at the contents, but didn’t take anything out.

"Are you hungry?" you asked, walking into the kitchen behind him.

He shook his head. "I don’t want to eat. I don’t feel like it."

You frowned, your heart aching for him. You knew how hard he worked, how much effort and energy he put into every match, and to see him like this—so defeated, so exhausted—broke your heart.

"Son, please," you said, walking over to him and gently cupping his face in your hands. "You need to eat. You’re going to feel worse if you don’t take care of yourself.

He closed his eyes, his face tight with emotion. "I can’t," he whispered. "I just can’t. It feels... it feels like nothing I do is enough. I tried so hard today, and it wasn’t enough."

You could see the frustration, the pain, the weight of the world on his shoulders. It was a side of him you didn’t often see—vulnerable, raw, and broken.

You didn’t let go of him. You held him there, your thumbs gently brushing over his cheek as you spoke softly. "You don’t have to be perfect all the time, you know. You’re allowed to have bad days. And I’m here for you, always."

For a long moment, he didn’t respond. Then, with a deep breath, he let the walls he had built around himself begin to crumble. His eyes filled with tears as he looked at you, his voice breaking as he spoke.

"I’m so tired," he said, his voice trembling. "I’m tired of dealing with the press, the expectations, the constant need to prove myself. Every time I lose, it feels like I let everyone down. And today, I just... I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t be the hero they wanted me to be."

Tears started to fall from his eyes, and for the first time in a long while, he let himself cry. He broke down in front of you, his body trembling with each sob.

You immediately wrapped your arms around him, holding him tightly as he let it all out. You could feel the weight of his exhaustion, his frustration, and his heartbreak in the way his body shook against yours. The man who was usually so strong, so composed, was now just a human, raw and emotional, and you didn’t want to let go of him.

"I’m here, Heung Min," you whispered softly, running your fingers through his hair, your voice filled with love. "You don’t have to be strong all the time. It’s okay to cry. You don’t have to carry everything alone."

He sobbed harder, his body wracked with emotion, as you continued to hold him. The tears didn’t stop for what felt like hours, but you didn’t mind. You were there for him, offering him comfort and unconditional love, just as he had done for you in the past.

When the tears finally subsided, Heung Min looked up at you, his eyes red and swollen. He let out a shaky breath and spoke in a voice barely above a whisper. "Thank you for being here. I don’t know what I’d do without you."

You smiled softly, kissing the top of his head. "You’ll never have to find out. I’m not going anywhere. I’m here, always."

He nodded, a small, grateful smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "I love you," he said, his voice full of sincerity and gratitude.

"I love you too," you replied, hugging him even tighter, knowing that no matter what, you would always be there for him—through the wins, the losses, and the quiet, vulnerable moments in between.

After what felt like hours, the tears slowly began to subside, leaving Heung Min with nothing but the remnants of his breakdown. His chest heaved with deep breaths, his hands trembling slightly as he wiped the tears from his face. You still held him close, not wanting to let go, your arms wrapped around him as if to remind him that, no matter what, you would always be there for him.

"Come on," you whispered softly, pulling him gently with you towards the bed. "Let’s just lie down for a bit. You need to rest, love."

He followed you quietly, too exhausted to protest. The weight of the world seemed to be lifting from his shoulders, but there was still a lingering sadness in his eyes. He settled next to you, his body slumping into the softness of the bed, and you instinctively pulled the covers over both of you, wanting to protect him from the world outside.

You brushed his damp hair out of his face, the simple gesture a small act of care that seemed to soothe him just a little. His eyes fluttered closed, but there was still a sense of heaviness in his gaze as he tried to relax.

"I’m so sorry for breaking down like that," he muttered, his voice hoarse, barely audible as he spoke. "I don’t know what’s wrong with me."

You gently cupped his cheek, your thumb tracing over the swollen skin beneath his eyes. "You don’t need to apologize," you said softly, your voice warm and understanding. "It’s okay to let it out. You don’t have to be perfect all the time."

He closed his eyes at your words, taking comfort in the softness of your voice and the safety of your embrace. His body relaxed, but you could still feel the tension in his muscles, the frustration that lingered from the game.

You reached for his hand, holding it gently in yours. "You don’t have to carry all of this alone. I’m here. You can lean on me."

He nodded, a soft, grateful smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "I know," he whispered, his voice still shaky. "It just... it feels like everything is on me. I don’t want to disappoint anyone."

"You’re not disappointing anyone, Heung Min," you reassured him, brushing a lock of hair behind his ear. "You give everything you have every time, and that’s all anyone could ever ask for. You don’t need to be perfect. You just need to be you."

His eyes opened slowly, meeting yours with a look of quiet gratitude. "Thank you for always reminding me of that," he said softly. "I don’t know what I’d do without you."

You smiled, leaning down to kiss his forehead. "You’ll never have to find out," you whispered. "I’m not going anywhere."

There was a long pause, and you could tell he was trying to relax, but something was still bothering him. His stomach let out a quiet rumble, and you immediately noticed how his expression faltered again.

"You haven’t eaten anything," you said gently. "You need to eat something. It’ll make you feel better."

He shook his head softly, his voice still weak. "I’m not hungry. I don’t want to eat anything right now."

You frowned, not wanting him to go to bed without having something to nourish him. "Just a little something, please? Maybe a glass of milk, just to help settle your stomach?" You suggested, hoping it would be enough to encourage him.

He sighed but didn’t protest. "Alright. Just a glass," he muttered, rolling over to let you get up.

You went to the kitchen, quickly preparing a glass of warm milk. It wasn’t much, but it was something that could help comfort him. When you returned, you handed it to him, and he took it without complaint, sipping it slowly as if it was the first thing he had consumed in hours.

You sat down beside him, your hand gently stroking his hair, the room bathed in the soft glow of the bedside lamp. The quiet atmosphere was comforting, and Heung Min’s body slowly began to relax as he finished the milk.

When the glass was empty, he placed it on the nightstand, then lay back down, his head resting against the pillow. He turned to you with a soft, tired smile. "Thank you," he whispered, his voice still slightly strained but filled with appreciation.

"You don’t need to thank me," you whispered back, brushing a lock of hair from his forehead. "You just need to rest now."

He nodded, his eyelids fluttering as he tried to stay awake. But the exhaustion of the day, both physical and emotional, began to weigh heavily on him. You felt his breathing deepen, the rise and fall of his chest slow and steady. It wasn’t long before his eyes closed completely, the tension in his body finally easing.

As he drifted into sleep, you gently shifted to lie beside him, pulling the covers up around both of you. You curled up next to him, wrapping your arm around him and resting your head on his chest. You could feel his heartbeat slowly steady, the rhythm of his breath growing softer as he found peace in the safety of your embrace.

He was finally asleep, the storm of emotions that had plagued him now fading into a quiet calm. You knew he still had battles to face, both on and off the field, but for now, he was at peace. And you were there, right beside him, ready to support him through whatever came next.

As you closed your eyes, a small, contented sigh escaped your lips. He was home. And that was all that mattered.

[breakfastatmacs]

[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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[sonnys-fan-not-spurs-fan]

vogue saw bazaar and they made one hell of a masterpiece

[delstroyer]

Tottenham vs. Aston Villa | 4-1 | Sun, Nov 3

[thiagodasilva]

Son Heungmin for Vogue Korea ✨

[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

[she-lives-in-her-dreams]

Valentine’s Don’t (Part 1)

Synopsis: Richarlison is in a developing relationship when he forgets a very important day for romance.  

Disclaimer: This is fiction. 

HeungMin Son- Son, Sonny, HeungMin

Richarlison --Richy, Pombo

Richarlison is panicked. He is more panicked than the time he thought Neymar and Vinicus heard him touching himself in the Brazil National Team showers–at least then he had an excuse because he had seen them all leave the locker room.  No, this time there is no excuse and he is a billion percent sure that Y/N wouldn’t accept any even if he had one. 

In his VERY new relationship, he had already fucked up. Richarlison cursed himself aloud. 

“You had three fucking couple days to remember– Y/N’s birthday, our future anniversary, and fucking Valentine’s Day. I’m so fucking fucked. FUUCCCCCCKKKK!”  Richarlison started mumbling but ending with a loud yell and punctuated by throwing his spikes into his locker startling his teammates. 

HeungMin “Sonny” Son slow approaches the angry Brazilian. “Are you okay?” The South Korean asks softly. 

Richy sits down and buries his head into both of his hands. Though he responds, the sound is muffled and Sonny can not understand. Son squats down next to the clearly upset Brazilian. 

Richarlison lifts his face, Sonny is taken aback by the tears in the normally playful forward’s eyes–it doesn’t make sense when they had won the game and Richy himself had scored twice. 

“I fucked up, Sonny. I fucked up so fucking bad. I didn’t realize today is  Valentine’s Day until Katie came onto the pitch with that stupid Valentine’s crown. I’m so fucked.”  Richarlison gasp out before hiding his face again.

It clicks quickly for HeungMin.  The Brazilian had only started seeing Y/N  three or fours weeks ago, and they weren’t official yet. Despite not having met the woman to steal the flirty forward’s heart, Sonny knows Richy cares for her deeply and wants to please Y/N.  For Richarlison to not acknowledge her on Valentine’s Day even if they weren’t official yet could ruin the entire possibility of a proper relationship with the woman. 

“Shit happens, Richy. Did you text her yet and apologize? Maybe plan something to make up for it when we are back in London?”  Son suggest. 

Richarlison sighs and lifts his head again. As he wipes the wetness from his cheeks, Richarlison responds.  “I only realized a few minutes ago. I will text her now. I’ll have to plan something on the plane.” 

The Brazilian takes out his phone and tries writing a heartfelt apology. It takes him 10 tries before he crafts a message he thinks conveys at least a little of his sorrow. 

 Several hours later, Richarlison finds himself on the team’s plane to London. His seatmates, Sonny, Emerson Royal, and Harry Kane are all enjoying their meals while Richarlison pushes the food around with his fork. 

Emerson and Harry both glance at Son having witnessed him talking with Richy earlier in the evening. The South Korean shakes his head subtly.  

“I can see you, you know.” Richarlison mumbles at the stupidity of his teammates. 

“Glad your eyes function, mate. Now, want to share your troubles with the rest of us?” Harry asks. 

Richarlison tilts his head to the side indicating for Sonny to share the issue. The Korean National Team captain gives the two a quick overview of the situation. 

Emerson’s eyes widen as he listens. He had met Y/N once very briefly and could see  that Richy really liked her. It surprises him that his amorous friend could forget such a romantic day. The question is on the edge of his tongue, but before he can ask, Pombo reads his mind. 

“Y/N nunca mencionou isso, e tenho estado tão ocupado com o treinamento que nem notei a data. Se fosse comemorado como o do Brasil, acho que teria lembrado. Caralho!” Richarlison responds to the unspoken question. 

(Y/N never mentioned it, and I've been so busy with training that I didn't even notice the date. If it was celebrated like Brazil, I think I would have remembered. Fuck!)

“I forgot Katie’s birthday once.” Harry blushes. 

Sonny, Richy, and Emerson’s heads all snap in sync toward Harry’s directions. 

“I’m sorry. Did you just say you forgot Katie’s birthday once? Katie? As in the woman you have been dating since you were sixteen? That Katie?” Sonny gawks. 

Harry blushes but decides to tell the embarrassing story in hopes of helping the dejected

Brazilian. 

“Yeah. The year she got pregnant with Ivy. Things had been really rough with injuries for both me and the rest of the guys. We had just had a lot of our staff quit. I was so overwhelmed with team stuff that I didn’t even realize it was the week of her birthday until 3 days AFTER her birthday when my mum called to ask if we had plans for the following weekend. It was my first Sunday off in a while then I was going to have to be back on the road for away games; so, I told her I was going to have a rest. I remember telling me mum this and her pausing. She asked me when we celebrated and I asked what we were celebrating. She thought I was joking for a minute, but when she realized I wasn’t, she said Kate’s birthday and my entire life flashed before my eyes. I checked my phone’s calendar at least 3 times before I accepted that I had missed her birthday. I get so nauseous thinking about it, but I know it had a good outcome because not only are we married but that was when we got pregnant with Ivy.” The vice-captain explained with a wink. 

Richarlison stared at his friend for a second before he responds sadly. “I’m glad she forgave you, but this is different. You and Katie had been together for years by then, and she was use of the football life. Y/N still cringes when I take her to nice restaurants because of the price.” 

“Somehow I don’t think that has to do with the football life– I think she probably cringes because she doesn’t like you spending that type of money on her.” Sonny mumbles. He may not know Y/N but everything Richy has shared with him suggest the woman is not interested in his money in the least. 

Before the two can debate the topic, Harry interrupts them. “If she is meant to be with you, Richarlison, then she will be understanding that one mistake does not represent how you feel about her. Apologize, plan something lovely and romantic to show her you care, then ask her to be your girlfriend, because if I have to hear you pine over her any longer, I am going to call her and ask her for you.” 

Sonny and Emerson laugh knowing Harry is serious while Richy shrugs and checks his phone.

Zero notifications.

[sportswriters]

priorities - h. son

pairing: heungmin son x female!reader | angst | co-workers to (?) | wc: 738 | 🖊: namu

Heungmin is very focused on his job, so he's not considering a relationship at the moment. However, he can't help acting like a gentleman with Y/N.

He's kind, he remembers the things she likes, he pays special attention to her videos, the glances last longer, the smiles too. When he arrives at the building with another player and finishes his own interview, he makes a point of 'waiting for his friend' as an excuse to stay in her presence for a little longer. He's a homebody, and although he doesn't text her, he often updates her on what he's been watching when she greets him in the hallway.

One fine day, they meet at the entrance to the restaurant where a mutual friend's birthday is happening. The place is packed, but the celebration is on the top floor, where there is a cozy terrace. She enters together with Heungmin and the people who have arrived, but as the movement ends up causing someone to bump into her, Heungmin decides to intertwine his fingers with hers for safety's sake. 

As they are last in the order of friends, no one notices what is happening, only Y/N — who’s panicking. When they reach the terrace, where it's more spacious, quieter and better lit, one of his friends turns around and notices them holding hands. "Won’t you look at that? Ben will be pleased to hear about it."

As soon as he realizes it, Heungmin snaps out of it like he's touched an electric wire. "Oh, you idiot, I was just stopping her from being swept away by the movement downstairs. Keep moving." He turns to her and says: "Sorry about him." But that's not what she's focused on. 

Dinner goes well, but she can't get the restlessness that has built up over the last month out of her head. She asks if there's somewhere they can talk in privacy. Later, they go to Ben's house for an after-dinner drink, so Heungmin takes her to the front of the house, since everyone is either in the kitchen or in the backyard.

"I don't know if we're on the same page, but I need you to be aware. I like you... romantically."

Heungmin's eyes widen, genuinely taken aback.

"What do you mean? When did it start?"

She frowns, trying to look for some sign of pretense in his actions. There’s none.

"Are you... Is this serious?"

"The other day we talked about my focus, don't you remember? Romance isn't something I can prioritize right now, I thought I'd made that clear."

She puts her hand to her forehead and takes a deep breath.

"It's not possible for you to be so oblivious. Maybe I'm being too innocent by refusing to believe that you're being selfish," she says.

"I'm sorry, Y/N, I really am." He fiddles with his hair, nervously. "I didn't think our closeness would make you feel that way. I didn't mean to."

"Oh, I know very well. I know all your reasons very well. But I also know that there's no way that everything that's happened over the last month is something common. You don't act like this with everyone, be serious. I didn't create this alone, I didn't feel this alone. The difference between us is that I'm not afraid to be honest with myself. If you want to do this with your own heart for the sake of your career, be my guest, just don't take me along on an adventure only to discard me when you remember your unwavering purpose. I won't stand for that."

"Y/N..."

"Don't apologize anymore. Your regrets aren't going to help me get rid of this feeling that's now floating in an aimless river." She sighs. She wants to confess that said river that has been flowing towards him, calm and smooth, is now struggling to regain its rhythm because of the stones in the way. "I'm going to say goodbye to the guys. I need a whole night without alcohol and without you.”

Heungmin's eyes are restless on her face, his labored breathing shows that he's not saying everything he'd like to. He feels like he should make her stay, but what would he say? How to get around what this has become? He can't even remember what happened last month. Everything has snowballed and the only thing processing in his head is the desire to make her stay.