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blizzardfluffykpop · 1 month ago

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Duty Calls

Summary: Sunwoo, the seemingly jobless space android, plays cards with you every day. But on this particular day, as you play cards together, everything changes. And suddenly, you see him in action, watching as he nonchalantly takes charge in critically damaging an enemy spaceship. His fingers dance along the panels as his programming finally has a chance to shine.

Oneshot

Smut, PWP, Android au, Futuristic au, Shipmates to lovers au

If you are a minor, please do not read/engage with this post. This is an 18+ work.

Warnings: Androids are fully sentient in this au, but their intended programming remains, Masturbation (finger & vibrator use) to the thought of Sunwoo & his hands (Hand kink). Dirty talk, Praise, Verbal teasing, Fingering (f!receiving), Clit stimulation and sucking, Nipple play (f!receiving), Slight cum eating, Overstimulation, Some marking, Hints at multiple rounds, Slight possession, Use of pet names: Sweetheart, Space explorer (and variations of that), and Good girl. *And if I missed anything pls lmk!*

Possible TW: For those who have Ommetaphobia (the fear of eyes). There will be a fuzzy-furred creature with multiple eyes who is an enemy for a brief moment. But the creature is not important/not mentioned during the smut portion!

Word Count: 3,685

Sunwoo X Fem! Reader

[Mentions: Androids: Sangyeon, Jacob, Chanhee (New), and Eric]

[A/n: After seeing the initial Trigger concept video drop and reading @jinkoh ’s android! Hyunjae fic “Feeling Things”. My brain was formulating an android concept. And thus, this was thought up with some help from the aforementioned fic writer ofc~.]

Again, if you are a minor, please do not read/engage with this post. This is an 18+ work.

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“So, what does Sunwoo do?” Chanhee shrugs as you both stretch, “I’m not too sure. I never cared much to find out.” You both laugh as you do your morning stretches. You thank him before heading out to the ship’s bridge. You find Sangyeon at the module, and ask, “So, are there any new missions?” He shakes his head, “No. We’re just exploring this asteroid belt for the next fifty days to see if there are any valuable components. And since you asked first, if we find one, I’ll have you go and get it.” You grin as you thank him before you leave to find someone else to talk to. You give your greetings until you see Sunwoo who’s lazing around, playing a game of solitaire by himself.

He’s got his boots kicked up on the white table, and if you didn’t know better, you’d think he was human like you were with the way his brows furrowed, and his nose twitched in concentration. He completely destroys that thought when he realizes the layout is sham. His hands move quicker than lighting, gathering them all up and shuffling them on the table. You smirk, “Lose again?” He looks at you as he rolls his eyes, “Of course, out of everyone, you’d catch that.” You laugh at him before sitting in the chair across from him. He brides the cards up in his hands as he asks, “What? Got no missions, little explorer?”

You huff, “How did you guess?”

“You’re bothering me.”

“I always bother you.”

“Yeah, but not this early in the day.”

You scoff at him, “Whatever. At least I usually have something to do.”

He shrugs, “You have a point there. Do you want to play 52 pickup?”

“No, but Go Fish will do.”

He hums, “Human or android rules?”

You’re in the middle of a game when Jacob comes over with a mug in hand, “Whatcha you guys playing?” “Go fish.” He hums before summoning a chair to sit and watch the two of you play. When Sunwoo asks, “Shouldn’t you be driving the ship, Captain?” Jacob shrugs, “You know it practically drives itself.” The two of you shrug and continue playing the game, as Jacob talks to you about the last planet you landed on, Xezornia. Sunwoo scrunches his nose at the name, “That was such a weird planet.” You nod, “It was like walking on clouds.” Jacob smiles, “Smoothest planet to land on for sure.” Sunwoo shakes his head, “It was oddly defenseless for a planet as smooth as it is.” You look away from the game to look at Sunwoo, “What do you mean?” He shrugs, “I assume life lives there, with how comfortable it feels. But it felt sinister to me.” You exchange a look with Jacob, who shrugs. “I assume life lives there too, but I didn’t get those vibes.” He hums, “I figured you wouldn’t.” You continue playing the game and discussing your discoveries there. Even though what Sunwoo said kind of worries you.

When something starts sounding on the radar, which is odd, because nothing ever sounds on the radar. Especially on a ship built to navigate through and push asteroids out of its way. You gulp, “Is this bad?” Jacob hums, “Maybe?” You can see his eyes shifting as he tries to calculate what’s going on. Then, all of a sudden, the ship rocks as if it was hit. You look at the two androids in front of you worriedly, “Uh… if that is what I think it is. What do we do?” Jacob has already gotten up, “We activate our defense mechanisms.” Your eyebrows raise, “We have defense mechanisms?!” Jacob leaves without another word and sits in his captain’s chair. And that’s when you feel another blow rock the ship. Sunwoo sighs as he places his cards down, “I gotta go, sweetheart. Duty calls.” He gets up and trudges over to a chair you’re sure no one has ever sat in. You watch in bewilderment as he flips open some compartments you’ve never seen. He clicks a few buttons as Jacob alerts, “We’re under attack, but we will have it under control. Everyone buckle down. I repeat, we are under attack. Buckle down.”

You don’t have to listen to the command twice before you’re buckled into your seat. But you can’t help but turn your seat to watch Sunwoo. He moves as if it’s second nature to him. As if the projected paneling under his touch were encoded into him. His movements are effortless as he sends blast after blast at the thing firing at the ship. He pauses when the front glass panel lights up in a video chat. A fuzzy creature with neon pink fur and one too many eyes appears, and you shiver at the sight. It pauses its firing, looking at your crew full of fury, as its gentle voice yells in universal speech, “Don’t you ever land on our planet again!” Before it starts blasting like crazy at the ship. And Jacob scoffs, “Don’t plan on it.” Your ship twists and turns through the sky, trying to evade the hits, jostling you around in your seat. You catch Sunwoo’s beautiful brown eyes glowing purple in the reflection of the glass. They have a bored look in them as he nonchalantly calculates and delivers critical blow after critical blow to the spaceship firing at you. He catches your eyes in the reflection and gives you a smirk before he mouths, “Like what you see?” You blush, looking down at your seatbelt, unable to deny it. He was too smooth in combat for an android everyone perceived as lazy.

You hear the creature’s ship let out a shrill noise over the intercom, and that’s when Sunwoo presses a button, calling to the enemy’s ship, “Last chance to go back to Xezornia alive.” You gulp as you watch the fuzzy-eyed creature on the big glass panel. It pauses before speaking, “You know you can’t kill us.” You see Sunwoo’s glare reflect through the glass, “But I can maim you to the point of you wishing I could.” You watch the creature’s eyes look at its shipmates, as they communicating in their home language exasperatedly. Sunwoo scoffs, getting bored of this waiting game as he fires again, “Five…” He fires again, “Four…” He shoots another, “Three…” When the creature captain finally speaks, “We surrender! But if we see your ship land on Xezornia again, we’ll poison you through your suits.” Sunwoo rolls his eyes, and Jacob says, “We promise not to visit your planet again.” That’s when the telecommunication ends, and the nearly decommissioned ship returns to its marshmallow-soft planet. “Told you guys there was something sinister about that freaky little planet.” Sangyeon asks, “Have you explored it before?” Sunwoo shakes his head, “No, my analytics analyzed it would be dangerous with how quaint and defenseless it seemed.” “Why didn’t you say that?” He shrugs, “Didn’t feel worth mentioning. Plus, it looked like it was devoid of life when we landed. They must live underground.” Sangyeon sighs, shaking his head before letting him leave.

You had just experienced your first spaceship attack with a creature you’d probably see in your nightmares. But you couldn’t focus on that fact at all. You were focused solely on the cocky android making his way over to you, dripping confidence. He presses the button to unbuckle your seat as you stare up at him, eyes full of wonder. He smiles at you as if he’s hiding an underlying smirk. You’re sure of it as you turn towards the table as he rounds it, “Sorry for the hold-up, sweetheart. But do you mind if I retire early? I’ve had a long day.” You shrug, watching as his agile fingers pick up the fifty-two cards before putting them away. Your brain is running full speed with thoughts about what his hands could do to you that you weren’t about to voice out loud.

You can’t look him in the eyes as you tell him, “No, go ahead.” He lifts your chin up, making you look at him as he smirks, “I’ll see you later, my little space explorer.” You can’t help but follow his finger after he removes it from under your jaw, watching him go. And that’s when you hear someone tease, “You hate to see him leave, but you love to watch him go, huh?” Snapping you immediately out of your trance, “Eric!” He laughs, “What? I’m right.” You roll your eyes, “Whatever, 1222.” Eric gasps as he playfully pushes you, “Don't model number me!” You shrug, and Jacob places his hand on your shoulder, “Since that was your first time having a ship you work for under attack, why don’t you retire to bed early, too?” You hum before you agree, and Jacob gives you a gentle smile as you head to your room.

You couldn’t care less that the ship was hit when you had defense mechanisms like that on your side. You can’t help but think about what else his analytics could figure out and how agile his fingers were. Your brain was practically running overdrive with those thoughts as you rushed to your room. You quickly scan in and find the box you hid under your bed. You grin as you pull out your prized possessions. This was sure to do the trick. Maybe Sunwoo was just your source of recent infatuation because you haven’t touched yourself in a while. Yeah, that had to be it, you think as you slip out of your uniform.

You slide your hands down your sides as you run your hand over yourself before running a finger up your slit. You hum as you find yourself already wet. Your latest source of desire drives your mind wild. With your free hand, you grab your vibrator and turn it on. Running it over your slit before placing it against your clit as your fingers plunge into your core. You let out little sighs and soft moans as you think about Sunwoo effortlessly working the control panel. You move your fingers faster at the thought of him fucking you with his agile fingers. Your mind racing with how hot he looked when he was threatening annihilation. You hold the vibrator tighter against your clit, grinding up into it as you let out soft moans. And you can’t help but moan, “F-fuck, Sunwoo…” as you grow closer to your orgasm. You can’t help but wish your fingers were his instead as your legs start shaking as you grow closer and closer. Your walls tighten and convulse around your digits. And you can’t stop the cries of Sunwoo’s name that leave your lips as your orgasm finally hits you in waves. Your legs shake as you finish, and you let out soft sighs, thankful for the temporary relief it provided.

But as you come down from your high, pulling your fingers out with your vibrator resting on your leg, you don’t find yourself satisfied; you still want more. You cry out in frustration. Why wasn’t that enough? That’s usually enough! Was it because it approached too quickly? No… When it all comes to the forefront of your mind. It was because it wasn’t Sunwoo giving you it. You can’t help but hate the realization. You turn off your vibrator and silently curse at yourself. Post-nut clarity was supposed to make you realize he was just something to get off to. Not an actual source of desire. So, why did you find yourself cleaning up and thinking about all the ways he could satisfy you so much better? And why did you like every thought? Fuck, you were down bad for him.

But even with those thoughts, you decide that post-nap, you would find this all to be silly. And you’d wake up normally, without any down bad thoughts for him. You close your eyes and do your best to snuggle in for a nap. But the longer you lay there, the more you toss and turn as you try to sleep. You groan as you get up. It was way too early for bed anyway. You select a presentable silk pajama set and zap it on before leaving your room. You look both ways, not wanting anyone to catch where you’re going. You walk the rounded corridor to Sunwoo’s room. You debate between ringing his doorbell or heading to the cafeteria and having an early dinner. Before you decide, “Fuck it.” And ring his doorbell, knowing food wouldn’t satisfy what you were craving. His intercom beeps for you to speak, and you ask, “Sunwoo, you still up?” “Space explorer?” “Yeah.” A groggy Sunwoo answers the door, his sleeveless tank doing nothing to help your thoughts. “Hi, sweetheart, whatcha you need?” You smile at his soft, messy hair, “I just wanted to talk.” He shrugs, “Okay, come in.” He moves out of the way and gestures for you to sit on his chair. He sits on his bed, “So, what did you want to talk about?”

You scratch the back of your neck, trying to avoid the topic that brought you here, “You’ve been in charge of defense this whole time? Why didn’t you say anything?” He shrugs, “It’s never been necessary to… it’s been an auxiliary role for the past fifteen-some years. The fewer that remember that. The less work I have to do.” You shake your head as you laugh, and he cracks a grin. When you catch your breath, you ask, “So what does that mean for you?” He quirks his eyebrow at you, “You want my programming info, or do you want to know how I use the information?” Your eyes go wide as you ask, “I uh… Wh-What? What do you mean?” He smirks, “I think you know what I mean… Something tells me you’ve already thought about what I could do.” He gets up from his bed and stoops towards you, towering over you. He rests his hands on the armrests as he looks you in the eyes. “My analytics pick up weaknesses. Accurately pinpointing everything that makes something or someone tick.” His eyes search yours as his lips curl into a smirk, “And considering your disheveled appearance, parted lips, and rapid heart rate... I think it’s safe to assume exactly why you came here.” He pauses as you give him a small nod, confirming what he already knew to be true. He moves a hand from the armrest and lifts your chin up, “Now, do I have your consent to absolutely ruin you beyond comprehension?” You nod, staring up into his brown eyes, “Please.” He smirks, “Good girl.”

He captures your lips in a kiss, and when he pulls away, removing his hand from your jaw, you can’t help but chase after them, letting out a small whine. You watch his eyes glint purple as he whispers, “Oh, little explorer… Already whining for me?” He sighs, “I guess I’ll just have to give you everything you want.” He kisses you deeply, and when he starts to pull away, he pecks your lips a few times before dropping to his knees. His hands leave the chair completely before pulling you towards the edge of the chair and stripping you out of your shorts. He kisses up your thighs, making his way closer and closer to your clothed core. You let out a little humph as he pauses in his motions, just staring. His lips curl into a grin as he looks at the wet spot, “So cute…” before placing a kiss on it and mouthing over it. When he grows tired of teasing you like that, he quickly takes them off of you.

He gives you a few kitten licks before prodding at your entrance with his fingers and lets out a little laugh against your core as you jerk from the movement and let out a little, “Ah-ah…” He looks up into your eyes, and you see the beautiful purple hues in them. He moves his mouth back to ask, “You’ve already cum once, haven’t you, sweetheart?” You give him an ashamed nod. He asks, “Was it because of me?” You nod again, and he smirks as he realizes, “You weren’t satisfied by the thought of me, were you? You want the real deal, sweetheart?” You whimper, “Y-yes..” His fingers tease over your entrance as he grins, “You could have just come here first. I would have done you right in the first place.”

He slips two of his fingers in immediately as he tells you, “But don’t you worry, I’ll make you forget why you came here in the first place. I’ll fuck you so good.” You let out a soft, “Okay…” He gives you a devilish smile as he presses his thumb to your already sensitive clit, quickly rubbing circles into it. You quickly grip the armrests and look up as you let out a moan, staring at the ceiling as he whispers, “I knew it…” His fingers match the pace of his thumb. You feel his left hand slide up under your silk top, squeezing your left breast before pinching and pulling at your nipple as you moan louder for him. He cockily asks, “You like that?” You breathe heavily as you ask, “How… How did you know?” He switches between the two as he shrugs his left-hand tweaks at your nipples. His fingers are still curling inside of you as he lets out a soft hum, “I told you already…” You whine as he tugs at your left nipple before switching to the right, “I use my knowledge for fun.” He kisses your right thigh and watches as you become a mess for him. His thumb rubbing faster and faster circles into your clit his left-hand plays with nipples, flicking over them.

Your hips rut into his hand as you grow closer to your orgasm, “Sun-Sunwoo- I’m going to.” He kisses your left thigh, “That’s it… Come on, be a good girl, and cum for me.” He sucks a mark on your upper thigh before removing his thumb from your clit. You let out a gasp at the loss of sensation. When his lips wrap around it, sucking hard on it, you gasp at the new sensation as you finally feel your orgasm bubbling up. You let out a wanton whine as you finally cum. He hums against your clit as his fingers help you ride out your high. He pulls away, looking up at you, “Good girl… I knew you could do it, my little explorer…” He kisses up your thigh as he slowly removes his hands from your body as you tremble. He sucks on his fingers, letting out appreciative hums until his eyes glow purple at you. And it’s like you can see the ideas spark in his vision.

His face dives in and licks around as you grasp onto his hair at his, “Sun-sunwoo!” He hums, making you shiver as you push at his head, “I’m so- I’m so sensitive, please stop!” He pouts as he pulls away, “But you tasted so good…” The purple fades into a deep brown as he gets a grip on himself. “Sorry, it’s in my programming to target weaknesses…” His fingers trail along your thighs, “And sweetheart, you're so sensitive and taste so good right now. All I want to do is destroy you.” You blink at him, not knowing what to say. When he continues, “But I guess I can wait to taste you until you’re ready to go again.” You shake your head before you ask, “Would you destroy me if you had the chance?” He shakes his head, “No. I wouldn’t destroy something I wish to cherish. But I’d love to be the one to ruin you endlessly.” You smirk as you pull him in by the collar of his sleeveless tank, “Then do so.”

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After two rounds on his mattress, as you lay side by side, he asks, “So, how was that?” You sigh, nuzzling into his arm, “It was everything. Fuck… Sunwoo. I didn’t think you’d be able to do that.” He smirks, as he turns his head to look you in the eyes, “Is it because you thought I was lazy?” You look down in shame, “Well- I- uh- yes.” He tilts your head up, “It’s okay. I like to make others believe that, so I don’t have to do more work.” You laugh, and he smiles before his lips curl into another smirk, “But when it comes to things that matter… I give my all.” You kiss him before whispering against his lips, “I can tell.” He pulls away to tell you, “And sweetheart, I’d work tirelessly for you.” You blush as you search his eyes, “You mean that?” He kisses you deeply, “You wanna find out?”

And before he can make it heated again, the dinner bell rings, and both of your heads snap up. He sighs, “Mood killer.” You laugh at that before your stomach growls. You blush, and he pokes your tummy, “That was cute…” He hums, “Since you need sustenance, what do you say I go get us dinner, and then we can continue from here? Of course, if you wish to.” You smile, “I’d like that.” He smiles as he scoots down the mattress and kisses your core one last time. He tells you, “Damn, I could just eat you out for dinner instead.” You scoff, “Sunwoo!” He laughs, “Don’t worry, I’ll be polite this time.” He pats your head, “But I warn you, after we finish dinner, you’ll never want another human or android partner, sweetheart.” You pull him down for one more kiss, “I’m going to hold you to that.” He presses a button to zap on new clothes before tapping another to provide you with a set of his clothes. You slip them on as he rushes out of the room, eager to return. You grin to yourself. Landing on Xezornia two days ago was the best decision your captain has ever made.

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winterchimez · 3 months ago

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Teach Me How To Love (pt.2) | Kim Sunwoo

SUMMARY: right after you had elicited help from your best friend, who also turns out to the the fuckboy on campus, suddenly you weren't too sure if all the efforts you had put in to please the heartthrob were actually worth it anymore. that was when you realised there was much more to Sunwoo than you thought he was.

PAIRING: fuckboy!Sunwoo x g.n!reader (feat. crush!Hyunjae)

GENRE: fluff, angst, suggestive, slight horror

WARNINGS: nc-17, kissing, making out, implied sex (no smut though yall dw), reader wears a dress, petnames (sweetheart, princess, honey), Hyunjae isn't what reader thought he was oops (slightly possessive), reader is in denial of their own feelings, crying, cursing, flustered Sunwoo (and he's the gem of comedy in the fic), Sunwoo is the biggest flirt ever 😃

WORD COUNT: 4,438

A/N: happiest birthday to my one and only soulmate @from-izzy 🤞 thank you for literally being through all the chaos and madness in my daily life, from being on call with one another for an average of 6-7 hours each time we do it, from validating my thoughts 99% of the time (bcs sometimes you don't), and literally being the missing piece to my other half. fate brought us tgt and you'll forever be stuck with me for life so be prepared for that 😚💜 and big shoutout to @mosviqu @sanaxo-o for beta reading this fic for me!! (also hi... @kimsohn)

this is pt2 to the original fic here so please do read it first as this will contain major spoilers!! (yes the long awaited sequel is finally here im sorry for making yall wait for more than a year 🧍‍♀️)

Sunwoo’s POV

It was already noon, and the sun began shining directly onto the male’s face, causing him to get all frustrated as he sat up from his bed.

Sunwoo was still in denial about what happened last night. You came over to elicit his help on how to flirt and make out and basically asked for advice on how to please your date for today—the campus heartthrob Lee Hyunjae.

He knew from the back of his mind that it was definitely a bad idea from the start. He shouldn’t have agreed to do exactly what you both did last night—the way both of your bodies felt so warm and close to one another, the way your hands wrapped around him as he carried you to his bed, and the way your lips felt against his.

He couldn’t stop thinking about them—like a broken record player replaying the entire scenario. After he had convinced you that you were good enough to please Hyunjae and left, he slumped onto the couch, refusing to believe what he had just done.

All this time, he knew that you both were just friends—childhood best friends, to be exact. Neither of you had shown much more affection beyond that, and it was all cool between you two.

That was until last night.

His heartbeat was going 80 miles per hour, and he was literally going insane. To get back to his senses, he decided to call one of the girls he often slept with and invited her over so that he could forget about what had just happened and take things off his mind for a while.

He was confident that all would be fine—he just returned to his usual routine of making out with different girls, and there’s that. Whatever happened between you two was just a dream, an awkward moment between you two, and it would not affect the relationship you both have built over the years.

It turns out he was wrong, and during the entire night of making out with the girl, the only image that popped up in his mind was you. He imagined as if he was kissing you again, making you feel good as he explored your body, touching you in areas that made you feel so good—earning a series of soft moans coming out from your mouth.

But he knew it was all just a hallucination, as he now turned to his side to find the girl he invited over last night sleeping very soundly as she lay towards her side, facing away from him.

Sunwoo moved his head backwards so that it slightly bumped against the headboard of his bed. He lifted his phone to check the time and see if he had gotten any notifications for the day.

More specifically, if there were any notifications from you, that is.

When he saw that there was none, and it was already going to be 12:30 in the afternoon, he quickly went through his list of contacts and dialled someone familiar with your schedules for the day as he ran his fingers through his hair frustratingly.

“Yuna, give me the details of Y/N’s schedule for the day from A to Z.” He commanded.

Y/N’s POV

You were already drinking your third bottle of water as you waited for your date to arrive.

To be fair, you agreed to meet at the square at 12:30 p.m., but your anxiety caused you to arrive 30 minutes earlier than planned.

You elicited help from Yuna to dress you up and make you all pretty for today's date. You decided to put on the yellow flare dress that your cousin got you for the summer holidays while Yuna helped curl your hair and do your makeup for you. It has been a while since you put on a dress for yourself, but you thought it was legitimately the best outfit you own that could keep up with the campus heartthrob himself.

You had a hard time falling asleep the night before. You kept thinking about how you would please Hyunjae—wear clothes that he would like, keep up with his favourite films and food, and, of course, how you would kiss him if that ever happened.

Wait. Kiss?

Right. You elicited your best friend’s help the night before at his apartment.

You weren’t too sure what had gotten in your mind last night, but you thought that having a so-called 101 lessons on how to please a guy by passionately making out with Sunwoo would do the trick.

Your cheeks instantly heat up at the thought of it—you loved the way he touched you and how he was actually so gentle with it, contrary to his fuckboy behaviour that you have known from the surface.

His words were as sweet as nectar—luring you in as if he knew exactly what to say to please you. It took you a little while to adjust to that since you mostly just bicker with the male. However, you weren’t too upset with that sudden change of attitude, and you liked this side of him.

But that wasn’t the part that intrigued you the most—it was that kiss. His goddamn plump lips just seemingly knew how to move in sync with yours, savouring all of the flavoured lip balm that you had just applied earlier that day since you struggled with dry, cracked lips.

All of a sudden, you realised that you didn’t need it anymore, for your lips were moist by the time you got home—you didn’t even need to apply another layer before going to sleep.

You were brought back to reality when your phone started going off at your nightstand, and you picked it up to read the caller’s ID out loud.

That’s when you panicked and quickly shook your head. Your date has arrived, and he was waiting in the lobby to pick you up.

That’s right. I’m going on a date with Hyunjae. Sunwoo has nothing to do with this.

As you quickly scrambled through your belongings to check if you had gotten everything, you dashed out of the door and slammed it shut before running down to meet your date, who was already looking as flawless as ever as he sat on the couch in the lobby.

The moment both of your eyes met, you could’ve sworn that you were about to combust internally as he put on the sweetest smile that could instantly make up someone’s day.

“Morning, princess. You look absolutely stunning,” he commented as he scanned you up and down, admiring the look you had given him for the day. “I can’t believe that this is all for me.”

God, the rumours that his words could potentially send you off to space within seconds were true. “N-No! I just did the bare minimum…I was worried you weren’t going to like it…” you mumbled.

He chuckled as he leaned forward to tuck some of your hair behind your ears. “Are you crazy? You’re the most beautiful ethereal sweetheart I’ve ever set my eyes upon.”

Oh my god. Stop this Hyunjae, stop it right now.

Clearing your throat, desperately wanting to move on from this conversation, you pointed towards the exit and gestured that it was time for you both to move on with your date.

“L-Let’s go! The food bazaar isn’t going to wait for us forever!”

“You’re right,” he smiled before taking your hands and intertwining his fingers with yours. “We’ve got a long day ahead of us.”

“Oh my god! You’re a godsend when it comes to food!” You mumbled as you chewed on your favourite strawberry tanghulu in one hand and switched your taste buds to take a bite of the cheesiest corndog Hyunjae had bought for you from the bazaar.

“I’m not called the food guru for no reason, honey. I know my food very well,” he winks as he takes in a bite of this humungous Taiwanese-styled fried chicken that he just got off fresh from one of the stalls nearby.

Hyunjae couldn’t help admiring how you looked as he kept glancing towards your direction—your glistening pink cheeks partly from the blush but also how happy you were from this little date.

If he had to be honest, he himself was nervous trying to send that text of asking you out the day before. Sure, he was aware of how you had had your eyes on him for a while, but so did the rest of the class.

However, he knew that there was something different about you, and he couldn’t exactly pinpoint what it was—but he knew that he just had to ask you out, and it didn’t matter if it would turn out to be great or a disaster.

Something about you has caught his eye since you first walked into class. You were different from the other girls who seemed to like him because of his good looks. You had always stood firm, telling everyone how you knew that Hyunjae was the sweetest human being you have ever laid your eyes upon—both from the outside and on the inside.

He appreciated and loved walking through the corridors on campus where he would find you talking to your friends about him—it was the smile you had on your face whenever he was mentioned.

So he did his fair share of research on you, too (not with malicious intent but to get to know you better), and found out that you had a really close childhood friend, Kim Sunwoo.

Sure enough, he would often see you hanging out with him loads back in junior year—you both were pretty much inseparable at all times, sticking close to one another throughout the entire day.

But the entire campus knew how he eventually ventured out to become the fuckboy on campus, and he would often hang out with different girls and sleep with them, causing you to spend less time with him.

If Hyunjae had to be completely honest, he wasn’t too happy about that. But who was he to judge about your relationships with one another?

That is only he knew what happened between you two the night before in Sunwoo’s apartment.

The thought of Sunwoo potentially hurting you in one way or another has been bugging him for an entire year now, and he just needed to know the answers. So he tried his best to come up with different topics to talk to you about—from the pets you both owned to your favourite TV shows until he felt it was safe and comfortable to talk about your childhood friend.

“Say, Y/N. I hope you don’t mind, and I don’t mean to pry…but what is your relationship with Kim Sunwoo?”

You were taken aback by the sudden question about Sunwoo, and your already pink cheeks from the makeup and heat were getting much brighter and more apparent, causing you to clear your throat quickly before answering your date.

“H-He’s just a childhood friend; we go all the way back. Why do you ask?”

“I can’t help but think he is somewhat hurting you somehow. I really hope he isn’t, though,” his voice deepened, making it evident that he wasn’t joking around.

“Sunwoo? Hurting me? What makes you say that?” You asked while bitting off the last strawberry from the kebab stick you held.

“Y/N, how do I put this…” he was now fidgeting his fingers on his free hand while looking at the ground. “I don’t know. You both don’t seem as close as you were back then. If I were in your shoes, I would be devastated in this situation.”

That immediately stopped you in your tracks. You just stared at your date briefly, your feet glued to the ground.

You remembered what the girls talked about the campus heartthrob himself: he reads people like an open book.

Nothing could’ve explained the sweat dripping from your head; your fingers clutching the kebab sticks for dear life as if you were being interrogated for doing something wrong.

Why did you feel that way? You couldn’t even answer that yourself.

“H-He’s- I mean- We’re fine! I don’t know what you’re talking about!” You laughed, trying your best to hide the stammer and fear in your voice, but you knew that your date wasn’t buying it in one serious bit.

Knowing that the situation wasn’t getting any better, Hyunjae decided to take you away from the crowd by gripping your hand, and eventually, you both ended up on a bench at a nearby park, just sitting down to talk about everything.

“Y/N. I feel like there’s something you’re not telling me,” he bluntly replied.

“T-Tell you what?”

“About Sunwoo.”

Frankly, you have no idea why on earth Hyunjae was obsessed about knowing what exactly happened between you two. You were currently on a date with the campus heartthrob, and Sunwoo is just a childhood friend, so you both somehow drifted apart for some time. You didn’t see what the connection here was all about.

“Hyunjae…we’re just friends. That’s all.”

“Y/N.” His grip on your hands tightened. “As much as I want to be happy that I’m out with you on a date right now, I can’t seem to help but notice how you aren’t exactly here with me, if that makes sense. Something is bothering you, and I am upset to know that.”

“W-Well- Why are you upset, Hyunjae?”

“Because you’re hiding something from me.”

At this point, you were starting to feel a little creeped out and uncomfortable, and you had no idea why he was growing much more possessive each minute. You noticed how he was trying to get you to talk about your childhood friend, but you didn’t want to at this point.

Especially with what happened between you two last night.

With all the pressure and tension in the air, you couldn’t help but hold back the tears in your eyes as they poured down your cheeks. You couldn’t care less if you looked like an absolute mess in front of your date right now, and you knew that you could no longer ignore the excruciating pain you have been holding back since last night.

“I-I don’t know, Hyunjae. I don’t know what to feel,” you sobbed, lowering your head down to the point that your tears were now dripping onto your dress.

Hyunjae was slightly taken aback by the scene that unfolded in front of him, and he quickly pulled you in for an embrace, rubbing your back to help soothe you as best as he could before you started speaking up again.

“I’m so confused with everything…I made many preparations for you because I genuinely like you so much, Hyunjae…I have had the biggest crush on you for the longest time…but everything that happened last night…I can’t be so sure anymore…” you sobbed.

“What happened last night, Y/N? Talk to me about it,” Hyunjae reassured you with his calming voice, not knowing if it would make the situation better or worse, but he had to know.

Even if the truth would eventually crush him.

“I-I elicited help from Sunwoo…because I wanted to please you so bad as your date…but everything that unfolded last night…I-I don’t know where I stand now…”

That was enough for Hyunjae to combine the dots to paint the whole picture in his head. He knew that from the start, as he saw both of you together, there was something about your relationship that felt so different from any other pairings seen on campus.

He never once believed in fate, nor about the red thread that connects one person to another to form the seemingly perfect relationship ever. But he knew deep down within his gut that you had a thing for Sunwoo, even if you hadn’t noticed it.

It was enough to prove that even he couldn’t win over Sunwoo from you, and that little crush he had with you was slowly dying down—his heart slowly tearing apart. However, he was too nice to take you away from the one to which your heart truly belonged.

As your cries grew heavier and louder, Hyunjae could only do his best to hug you tighter, wishing he could savour this moment for as long as possible before he eventually had to let go.

He knew he would miss hearing you talking about him whenever he came close on campus, and he surely would miss admiring you from afar whenever you weren’t paying attention to him.

Knowing that you wouldn’t hear him as you were caught up in your emotions, he slowly took out your phone to send a text to a number before he turned it off and placed it back into your bag before he mumbled a few words to himself.

“Thank you for making me happy over the past year, Y/N. You truly are one of a kind.”

You had no idea how long you had been out as you slowly opened your eyes and adjusted your vision. The sun had set, and the skies were slowly turning pitch black, indicating that the day had passed by quickly.

Immediately, you felt that you were lying on something soft underneath your head, and you slowly lifted your head before you eventually sat up straight and backed away slightly from the man himself.

“You look like you have seen a ghost, Y/N.”

He couldn’t be. Why was he here? How did he know your location?

It can’t be true, and you won’t believe your eyes. So, you slowly leaned forward to pinch his cheeks, earning a yelp to show that it was a reality, not a dream.

“Ow! What the fuck was that for!” He screamed as he covered his cheek with the arm that he was spread on the back of the bench.

“W-Why are you here, Sunwoo?” You questioned, clearly still confused with the whole situation that you were in.

“What do you mean why? You texted me to come pick you up,” he answered.

Huh? You texted him? That can’t be true.

Immediately, you took your phone from your bag to click into your messages with him. Sure enough, you had sent a text to the male himself, and it was the way he had only seen the message, and it was enough to make his way towards you quickly.

Before you could even ask where exactly he knew where to find you, you clearly remembered how you both had shared your locations, and you instantly covered your face with both hands before you slumped forward.

“Oh my god…” you heaved.

There was this short silence between you two before Sunwoo eventually cleared his throat to tell you he was still here with you in case you had completely forgotten about his existence.

“That dress looks nice on you, I’ll admit that.”

“W-Well! It’s not for you, so don’t be so full of yourself- Wait, where’s Hyunjae?” You asked as you finally remembered why you had been sleeping on a bench.

As you stood up to turn your head around to scan the area, Sunwoo couldn’t help but let out a deep sigh before gripping one of your hands, causing you to turn back towards your friend.

“Listen. We need to talk.”

Oh, hell no. This is the conversation that you have been trying your best to avoid for the past 24 hours.

“W-What is there to talk about?”

“Everything.” He gently pulled your hand down so that you were sitting right beside him on the bench again, his grip tightening around you as if he didn’t want to let you go anytime soon.

“Look, I- God, this is much harder than I imagined in my head,” Sunwoo groaned as he ran his free hand through his hair, ruffling it slightly to show his frustration. “After what happened last night…that isn’t something that friends would do, and I think you know that yourself.”

Please stop talking about last night. “O-Okay…and where are we going with this?” You asked.

“Y/N. Normal friends don’t kiss and make out the way we did last night, you know that, don’t you?”

Please, just stop. “O-Okay…and?”

“So…where do we stand now? Y/N?”

God. “I- Umm- Well- What do you want me to say?”

“I don’t know…literally just anything. I need to know, Y/N. I haven’t gotten a wink of sleep for the entire night because of that.”

You really wished that you could answer that question right here and then, but you weren’t too sure about your feelings. In the beginning, you were certain that Sunwoo wasn’t interested in having an actual relationship since he was out there making out with different girls weekly or even once every couple of days.

That was enough to show that he just wanted to have some fun and be as single as he could—not committed to an actual relationship—so that he could explore his needs.

Isn’t it?

“But you- umm- you’re out here sleeping with other girls-”

“I don’t just sleep around with people, Y/N. It’s because I want to learn how to please you.”

Wait, what?

You weren’t too sure if you had heard those words correctly, and you kept blinking your eyes at the male himself, making him shut his eyes as he leaned back onto the bench.

“Fuck, this is so frustrating, uh-” Sunwoo placed one of his hands to cover his eyes for a little while to regain his composure. “Y/N, wasn’t it obvious enough that the reason I have been avoiding you is because I started liking you? More than just friends at one point, I wasn’t sure if you were cool with it, and I definitely didn’t want to ruin our friendship since we were kids. Why did you think I tried my best to stop you from doing whatever we did in my apartment last night?”

No way. There was absolutely no way.

“S-Since when did you feel this way, Sunwoo?” You needed to know. You needed to see if it aligns with the timeline of when you first knew something was different about the relationship between you two.

“Since high school, senior year to be exact.”

It can’t be.

“Y-You fell first?”

“Huh?”

At this point, you both were just staring at one another in confusion. When Sunwoo finally understood what you meant, your cheeks immediately heated up once again, causing you to turn your back on him.

He fell first. There was absolutely no way he could’ve done that-

Before you had enough time to think about everything, Sunwoo instantly grabbed your shoulder and turned you back to him; his face was now mere inches away, and you could feel his breath upon you.

“Am I thinking this right? Are we on the same page, Y/N?”

“I-I don’t know-”

“Please…just tell me…it’s hurting me so bad from the inside; I need to know, even if it’s a simple nod from you,” he begged.

You were still in denial—or rather, you didn’t want to accept that Sunwoo had feelings for you for a couple of years. It couldn’t be; you were just his childhood friend and nothing else. You weren’t as attractive as the other girls he’s been with; you didn’t smile the way the girls he would often see hanging out in the school cafeteria; you weren’t as outgoing as the girls that he chose every week-

Just as you tried your best to devise a plausible excuse, Sunwoo decided to take matters into his own hands as he pulled your shoulders forward to press his lips against yours.

The way he knew he was best at.

God, it was the same sensation that you felt the night before. Those soft, plump lips made you crave for more, and how his hands felt so warm and gentle against your skin.

At that point, you knew that you didn’t have to say anything as you slowly relaxed your shoulders and eased into the kiss, parting your lips slightly for him to gain more entrance into the kiss. You returned it like he did, passionately making out in the park as if nobody was there to judge.

It had been a minute or two when you both finally broke apart to steady your breathing, Sunwoo’s fingers still resting on your cheeks and caressing them as he looked into your eyes lovingly.

“Yeah, this was way better than getting an answer from your mouth,” he smirked, earning a slap from you on his shoulders.

“You nasty, dirty-minded raccoon!”

“Can you blame me, though? I’m not known as the fuckboy on campus for nothing. Well actually, not anymore, I suppose.” For the first time, he gave you a genuine smile that you hadn't received in a while (not since you both drifted apart a year ago) as he pulled you in to place a little peck on your forehead.

“W-What do you mean, Sunwoo?”

“What I’m saying is I have already gotten my one and only right here, and I don’t have to go around sleeping with other girls anymore,” he winks.

“Gross. I never even agreed to all of this.”

“Well, you don’t have to.” He pulls in for another kiss. “I’m going to make sure that you’re not going to run away from me anymore, and we’ll figure out this whole situationship, or relationship, if that’s what you want to call it, together.”

You sighed. “B-But what if it doesn’t work out? You know it’s not easy going from childhood friends to the…you know…“L” word.”

You had no idea why you felt so shy with that last bit, and Sunwoo could immediately tell by the way you were squirming around restlessly.

“What “L” word, honey? Maybe you should teach me about it,” he grinned.

“Go look it up yourself, dumbhead.”

“Shame. And I was getting used to this new way of talking with you.”

“Disgusting.”

“You love me.”

“No, I don’t.”

With one swift movement, he scooped you up before placing you on his lap, causing you to yelp a bit before he placed both of your arms on both sides of his shoulders. He rested his hands on your hips to keep you in place, smiling at you as if he had just seen the most beautiful and precious human being he had ever laid his eyes upon throughout the past several years.

This was the moment that he had desperately been waiting for.

“I love you so much, Y/N. More than you could ever imagine.”

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kyeop-tato · 3 months ago

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A Knock on My Heart — 김선우

summary : one of your bestfriend, yeri, just got dumped by her boyfriend so in order to cheer her up, you and your friends decides to go on girls trip together during your school term break, promising to forget any boys that come between you and your friends. however, certain someone (or might i say a few) came into your life and the promise yall vow to not break, might actually crumble any moment. would you go back home solo or would sunwoo managed to steal your heart?

genre : mostly fluff, slow burn romance

disclaimer! : none of the characters are related to any of the idols personality irl so please do not associate them outside of this story tyvm!

a/n : this is my first time writing on tumblr so do lmk if i do anything wrong and bare with my shortcomings 😊

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hot girls only | bunch of idiots (character profiles)

#1 – girls trip made out of the gc! pt. 1

#2 – girls trip made out of the gc! pt. 2

#3 – first encounter

#4 - first encounter (y/n pov)

#5 - could this be fate ?

#6 - karaoke session

#7 - i need to talk to you

#8 - a stupid fool in love having crisis

#9 - dear my girls...

#10 - depends, who's asking?

#11 - hey, it's been awhile

#12 - potential spy in the making

#13 - fundraising day

#14 - perfect time to play matchmaker

#15 - once and for all

#16 - why do you think?

#17 - spill the tea pls

#18 - always the lover, never the loved

#19 - she's not into you

#20 - honesty is the best policy

#21 - if only life had a rewind button

#22 - girls night at doyeon's

#23 - spectating

#24 - one fine quiet night...

#25 - love is always all you

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heeambi · 18 days ago

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The Day dream

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┈┈ start date ﹒ Nov 3rd 2024 ┈┈

┈┈ End date ﹒ not sure ┈┈

!Natty warns!

blood , fangs , supernatural abilities , intense and vivid dreams/nightmare , possessive and seductive behavior of a supernatural character (Sunoo) , possibly 18+

┊ Synopsis: Your life takes a mysterious turn when you encounter Sunoo, a captivating and otherworldly vampire. Soon, you find yourself drawn into a world of dreams, each one more vivid and intense than the last. As y/n becomes engrossed in this dreamlike reality, she begin to question what is real and what is imagined, and whether Sunoo is a dream come to life or a dangerous obsession.

┊ Pairing: Sunoo x female!reader

┊ Genre: vampire au

┊ Characters featured: Heeseung , Jake , and Sunghoon !

┊ tags: To be tagged, please ask or message me if you want to be part of the tag list!⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

╰ ┊ natty’s note: Please ensure that your blog is 18+ before requesting to be tagged.

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biaswreckingfics · 2 years ago

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sunwoo and reader as idols, best friends to lovers kinda trope !! or like,,, them as lovers = private but not secret OWJDOWJFO

I hope this is kind of what you were looking for!! 🥺🥺

Sunwoo + Established F2L relationship

When Sunwoo gives you the all-clear to come into their waiting room, you quickly head over. There's about an hour before you have to take the stage, and Sunwoo just got done with his performance, which means the two of you can spend a little quality time together.

You lightly knock on his door and slip into the room when you hear him tell you to come in. He smiles when he looks at you and you can see his whole body sort of relax. You feel it yourself. The relief and happiness you feel when you see the person you love.

Without a word, the two of you slip into each other's embrace. You melt into his hold while he buries his face in your hair. You stay like that for a minute or so before you decide it's time to move to the couch and cuddle for a little bit. It's nice and relaxing, and it helps you find peace before your performance.

About five minutes pass when the door to the room flies open and Eric comes sailing by. He throws out some "hi's" while he rummages through his bag. Then, he's moving back toward the door like a tornado. It's only when he's about to step through that he pauses and looks back.

"You know, we never really get to see this side of you two… It's nice. You look good together."

Before either of you can respond, he's taking off again. A smile finds its way onto your face at his compliment and you look over at Sunwoo. He grins at you in response and lightly boops your nose.

"I told you they wouldn't mind us flaunting our relationship."

You lightly chuckle. "Give them a few days. We won't be so cute to them then."

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papermatisse · 1 year ago

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Whispers in the Dark || K.SW

† genre: horror

† word count: 6.2k

† warnings: possession, graphic exorcism scene, violence, idk

† synopsis: it started out small with whispers and body aches and things moving around. now he's a different person entirely—or perhaps not even a person.

† (a/n): it's a little very corny lol it's like every possession movie I've watched compiled into one fic of cliches. but yeah fun times 👍

† taglist: @scuzmunkie @hipsdofangirl @hydroyaksha

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It started out small with barely anything seemingly off or askew. Though then again, the two lovers were up in the clouds and blinded with joy over their new house, so maybe it was just them ignoring the blatantly obvious. But after a few days of settling in, things started to become weird.

There was always this feeling of being watched. Even as Sunwoo would leave for work in the mornings, (y/n) would still feel the eerie presence of someone lingering nearby, eyes trained on her at all times. Particular spots of the house felt most uncomfortable, and so she'd make it a point to avoid them at all costs. Sunwoo never commented on it either way, and so she chose to keep the anomaly to herself. Preserve the ever so fragile peace which remained in this place.

But then it began to manifest itself. She'd catch glimpses of someone—or something—in the corner of her eye, but when she'd turn, it'd be gone. It was always the same image as well. Of a dark, shadowed silhouette of a person. Brooding in the recesses of her house and her mind. The one who continuously watched her every move. Perhaps she was tired and seeing things, or perhaps she had grown more suspicious of the once happy abode the longer she stayed in it.

But those glimpses soon grew more obvious. More intense.

Looking up to see not only her reflection, but something else behind her. Waking up in the night to see a spot of the room darker than the rest. Walking up the driveway and seeing it staring out the window at her.

At this point, she had to voice her concerns to her boyfriend. It was beginning to eat away at her psyche, her body on constant alert and growing weaker with the incessant paranoia. Knowing that they weren't the only ones in their new home.

But Sunwoo was dismissive at best. Not only did he not believe her, but he also questioned her sanity, asked if she was truly okay or not. The way he pressed the back of his hand against her forehead as if ascertaining whether she truly was healthy or not was the breaking point for her, slapping away his hand with an unexpected yet not surprising harshness.

The next few days were rough, walking on eggshells around the other to prevent another fallout in what was supposed to be a happy time of their relationship. The occurrences continued to grow both in frequency and intensity, and (y/n) was merely forced to take it with a grain of salt. Sunwoo was unbothered by it all, his only turmoil seemingly being the strained relations he held with his significant other.

(y/n) took every opportunity she could to stay out of the house. If a friend needed help moving something, an invite to a company dinner was sent to her, a sale at her favorite store—she'd certainly be present there than at the inescapable and suffocating fortress of that house. Anything she could use to delay her inevitable return was taken advantage of.

Sure, it was petty. Sure, she should've pressed more in the communication department. Sure, she was perhaps adding fuel to the flames. But she couldn't find it in her to be any sort of accommodating. Not in that place. Not when this overwhelming and crushing weight seemed to fall upon her whenever she passed the threshold. The debilitating sense of dread seeping into her very being with every moment spent within those four walls. That constant, pervasive feeling of eyes lingering upon her no matter which way she turns.

Yes, she could've talked to Sunwoo more, but it was entirely incomprehensible to her how the man didn't seem to feel anything similar to her. In the sparing hours they spend together after work, he seems none the wiser. Nonchalant as he ambles about the place, this disconcerting rhythm in his mannerisms as if he's well acquainted, comfortable even, with the place already. Like he doesn't feel the heaviness that just hung in the air at all times or the sensation of being watched every moment you're conscious. He just seemed to be existing.

(y/n) could see their relationship growing more and more strained. Morning chitter chatter seemed to dwindle into mere formalities, saying what must be said before departing for work. Movie nights and shared dinners waned into her coming home as late as possible, and Sunwoo well asleep in their bed. They texted when they could, updating one another on their whereabouts and such, though that was about it.

Already, in a mere few weeks, the house had torn apart the seemingly sturdy foundation they once had established as a couple. Though her relationship began to be the last of her concerns.

Sunwoo grew more reclusive. On the days she'd find herself showing up home at an appropriate hour, she'd find him sitting in the living room. Alone, in pitch black, with no TV on whatsoever. It startled her every time, but upon seeing her, he'd stand and greet her as he usually does, though now in a more… empty, rehearsed way. They hadn't really been talking much, so it seemed reasonable for him to be awkward at this point.

They'd eat together, though Sunwoo began to eat less and less, the leftovers he'd leave on his plate growing by the day. In the mornings, he'd take a sip of his coffee before leaving for the day, abandoning his thermos upon the kitchen table. It concerned her, and when he was asleep one night, she found herself raising his shirt, seeing how his body was beginning to wither away. His skin grew pale, his torso defined with lack of fat, his face becoming gaunt. She felt her heart clench upon itself at the sight of her beloved Sunwoo suffering so, and in the back of her mind, she found herself blaming the household.

As much as she loathed it, as much as her body writhed upon itself at the mere prospect of it, (y/n) began spending more time at home. Feeding Sunwoo as much as she could, doting upon him with every fiber of her being, rambling on about whatever seemed to pass her thoughts. The warmth of his smile felt like a remedy to her tortured soul, a reminder of the good that lay within this cursed house. The way his laugh filled the empty space brought a sense of life that was once devoid in their living space. Sunwoo alone had the ability to make this house feel like home, and she remembered why she loved him so much.

After a few days of this new schedule, she was suddenly awoken in the middle of the night by an abrupt jostle in bed. Blearily, she squinted through the fluorescent lights pooling into the dark bedroom. Her mind was fogged by the haze of sleep, though she began to come to—began to process her surroundings. The source of the light deriving from the bathroom, the lack of Sunwoo beside her, and the terrible retching sound now filling the atmosphere.

(y/n) had rushed over as soon as she processed the situation, crouched beside Sunwoo with her hand along his back as he emptied the contents of his stomach. His body trembled beneath her touch, a sheen of sweat caking his skin. And as if to make matters worse, between the upheavals of his body, he managed to make out one word.

"Hospital."

A few traffic laws were broken in her haste to get to the hospital, but eventually she made it, dragging Sunwoo as much as she was able to into the emergency center. Though not even an hour later, they were being sent off.

"His vitals are fine. Perhaps a bit malnourished at the moment from his nausea, but he seems to be fine." The doctor explained, flipping through a stack of papers with a dismissive shrug. "Could be just a bad case of food poisoning, son. Just make sure to take it easy for the next few days. Try to avoid greasy and spicy foods. Drink lots of fluids. Make sure he's eating, though."

The drive home was silent. In regards to Sunwoo's case, (y/n) couldn't tell what he was thinking. He just sat there, staring ahead with this blank expression. In her stance, she was beyond worried for Sunwoo. She didn't understand what was going on. She didn't understand what was happening to her boyfriend at all.

The sight of the house made her stomach churn, grimacing as she reluctantly pulled into the driveway. It was silent between them, though only for a moment before Sunwoo was turning to open the door.

"S-Sunwoo!" (y/n) called out, arm shooting forth to grasp at the sleeve of his shirt. He froze, back facing her as his hand remained on the handle of his door. "Sunwoo, why don't we go someplace else? We can go to a hotel, call out to work in the morning, spend the day relaxing together. How does that sound?"

It was another bout of pure silence, Sunwoo as stiff as a board as (y/n) desperately clung to him. Eventually, he finally turned to face her, and she felt hope at first. Hope that he would listen to her. Hope that she'd be able to get to him for once. Hope that he'd be able to put an end to whatever was happening.

Then she got a look at his eyes.

Soulless, apathetic vats of darkness, glaring at her with such unbridled disdain that she found herself recoiling from him, hand retracting almost instantaneously as he cornered her with those heinous eyes of his. And for a moment, she didn't recognize what was in front of her. She didn't see Sunwoo at all. It was like an entirely different person in front of her.

But then he seemed to snap to, blinking away that momentarily evil farce for a neutral, tired look. Like a poor kicked puppy, Sunwoo came back to her, brows furrowed as he shook his head.

"Sorry, baby, I'm tired. I just want to go to bed for now. Maybe some other time." And then he slipped out of the vehicle. When the door closed behind him, she released the breath of air she'd been holding, pressing a palm to her racing heartbeat as her eyes trailed after Sunwoo sluggishly dragging himself back into their house.

What was that just now? What just happened? Sunwoo had never looked like that before. Sunwoo had never felt like that. It was strange, ominous even. As if some form of an anomaly that wasn't meant to be. As if something beyond her preconceived notion of reality. As if an invitation to begin questioning her world more than she already had been. Yet at a moment's notice, he had reverted right back, as if the turmoil he'd implemented into her mindset was for nothing.

Warily, she watched Sunwoo drag himself into the house, taking this moment to herself to recuperate from the whirlwind of a scene that had just transpired seconds before. He pushed open the door, stepping into the house in his weakened state, body slumping upon itself tiredly. And through the bleary image of her tear ridden eyes, she could see the vague, obscured shadow of a hand sliding upon Sunwoo's shoulder as he sunk into the inky blackness of the house's interior.

That night seemed to be the mere precipice of the hell which would ensue shortly after their return. Sunwoo had gone back to how he had been before. Only eating a quarter of his plate before pushing it aside. He all but rejected every offer of food she presented him, even scowling at her when she tried hand feeding him. He grew thinner by the day, skin practically graying before her, like the rich saturation of his once tanned skin was all but dissipating into thin air. His eyes were sunken with defined bags weighing down beneath them. His lips were down turned most of the time—perhaps all the time. And the few moments of sleep he did manage to receive were disrupted by late night attacks.

Nightmares that left his body shaking, drenched in a cold sweat as he heaved for air. (y/n) would be there to comfort him, stroking back his hair and bringing him back to reality, only for him to pass out once again with no recollection of the night before. At times, she'd catch him staring off places. Sat up in the bed and staring at the corner of the room, leant against the couch and staring at a blank TV screen, standing in the bathroom and staring at his own reflection. She'd snap him out and he'd be off doing whatever he does, again with no acknowledgement of his prior behavior.

At this point, and with no other reasonable explanation for such behavior, (y/n) had taken it upon herself to begin searching for new apartments. They'd be tight on money, but it didn't matter. She'd give every earthly possession of hers to ensure Sunwoo was safe and secure. This house did not provide that certainty.

She spent her free day scrolling through housing selections online, marking whatever caught her eye before proceeding on to the next. Curled into the couch and bundled in a blanket, headphones in and playing one of her playlists. Completely oblivious to the world around her, including that of the presence of the boy now standing behind her.

"(y/n)."

The voice that suddenly spoke made her heart plummet to her stomach. A deep, resounding voice that penetrated through the music playing in her ear. A voice she never once heard a day in her life, now reverberating in her skull like an incessant drum with its residual echo haunting her.

Springing to her feet, she whirled around, breathless as if every ounce of air had been expelled from her lungs from the sheer terror of it all. Though upon turning to the source, a conflicted sigh of both relief and confusion seemed to subtly quell her alight nerves.

"Sunwoo," she huffed out, pressing a shaky hand onto her rapidly beating heart. Nervously, she laughed, trying to make sense of whatever just happened—sort reality from imagination. "You scared the shit out of me."

"What are you doing?" He asked, completely ignoring the state she found herself in. His eyes were zeroed in on the phone in her hands, its screen still displaying local listings for apartments.

"Nothing…"

His eyes lazily rolled up to meet hers, glaring at her through the dark circles that enshrouded his gaze. There was an irritated scowl across his face as his head crooked to the side.

"We both know you're lying." Slowly, he began to round the couch, and as he drew closer, (y/n) took tentative steps back, clutching the device to her chest as she remained focused on the man nearing. An intimidating tension settled in the air, the adrenaline from before kicking back up as she trembled under his stare. Like a scene of a predator approaching its prey, she found herself utterly cornered as he continued to loom closer until he finally stood right in front of her, caging her against the wall with his presence. "Your God doesn't like liars, now does he?"

Her tongue had gone numb, mouth dropped open as if wanting to speak, but her voice had left her. A chill ran down her spine as she stared into the eyes of the man before her. Someone she didn't even recognize anymore at this point.

In less than a second, she felt her phone snatched from her hands, yet before she could give any sort of reaction to the matter, Sunwoo threw the phone across the room. Helplessly, she watched as the device crashed into the wall with an agonizing crack as both the wall and the device seemed to crumble in unison onto the floor.

"Sunwoo…" Her voice was weak, coming out as a strangled whisper, looking desperately between what just occurred and to her boyfriend who merely stood there staring at the spot with an unreadable expression. Before anything else could be said, Sunwoo tore his gaze from the scene.

"I'm sorry." That was all he mumbled before he ran off to their bedroom, head downcast and steps brisk, leaving (y/n) there in a stupor reflecting on what just happened

"Thank you for coming," (y/n) greeted the elderly woman as she hobbled into the home peacefully, a light grin and a curious eye taking in the place.

"Of course, dear. I don't get many house calls these days," She laughed casually. Her eye caught the hole in the wall, glaringly obvious amongst the otherwise spotless white of the rest of the room. "So I've read your recap in the email you sent. Would you like to add anything else?"

"I'm not sure." (y/n) nervously fiddled with her fingers, nails scraping down her cuticle beds as she recounted the past few weeks. "Things have just been different since we bought the place. I thought I'd just be scared of the house itself, but now…" She bit her lip, refusing to meet the perceptive gaze of the old woman, as if bearing her soul before a stranger. Except this stranger seemed rather receptive to it.

"That's why I'm here to help in any way I can."

The reassurance was enough for (y/n), looking up to the lady with astonished relief and a settled heart. She trailed behind her as the woman waved about burning incense, muttered things in a foreign language, and looked around the house for any anomalies.

At some point, she unveiled a series of objects for (y/n) from her bag of items. Bundles of twigs and ferns tied with a piece of twine. The only indication of it being anything unique was the attached sigil on the string. These were placed above doorways and beneath objects.

"Keep these candles alight." She handed (y/n) a batch of long white candles. Her frail hands wrapped around (y/n)'s arm as soon as the transfer was complete. "It'll ward off any negative spirits that may be lingering. It'll keep you safe."

"Thank you… I appreciate your help."

"Of course. Call me if things go wrong. Keep me posted."

With that, the woman was gone, and (y/n) was once more alone in the house. She spent this limited time setting up the candles, placing them around the living room where Sunwoo would be sat eventually. Her nerves ate away at her, hoping with all her might that this would be the end of this harrowing chapter of their lives. That the candles really would displace anything that's attached itself to their house or themselves. That the normalcy of their mundane lives would return as if nothing ever happened.

The sound of Sunwoo's car pulling up startled (y/n) into action, standing from where she was seated and expectantly staring at the doorway. With every sound outside, (y/n) grew more and more anxious. She recognized the sound of his car turning off, the sound of his door closing behind him, and that of his footsteps growing nearer and nearer. She felt her breath caught at her throat as he unlocked the door, and her head seemed to spin momentarily as he finally entered.

The first thing he took in was the candles, and then his gaze drifted down the hall to their bedroom, and finally he rested his attention onto (y/n). Her stomach twisted at the apathetic stare her way. The way his lids sunk with weariness, as if fed up by it all. Memories of their last altercation briefly flitted across her mind, and she found herself rooted where she stood, as if by standing completely still, he would ignore her entirely.

It seemed to work, as he dropped his stuff on the floor and stormed off into the house, leaving her standing there in a fearful awe, wondering what he'd do next. As if trapped in an enclosure with a wild animal, expecting the unexpected at all times. When he reemerged moments later, there was something clenched in his hands. (y/n) hadn't the time to analyze before Sunwoo ducked under the couch and snatched up another one. Another charm placed by the woman.

The branches snapped in his grip, shards of wood trickling behind him as he went about and removed each and every one of them, as if knowing exactly where to look. Upon seizing the final one placed above the kitchen's entryway, he turned around and left the house, door kept wide open so (y/n) could watch in horror as he threw it all away in the bin outside, completely and entirely unaffected by them.

Once more, she was rooted to her spot, but rather than as a defensive mechanism, it was out of pure terror. Sunwoo's eyes were trained on her as he made his journey back into the house, figure growing more and more imposing as he drew nearer. The door slammed behind him in a violent manner, causing (y/n) to flinch at its ferocity.

When he finally stood in front of her, reminiscent of just a few days prior, his eyes momentarily glanced at the series of candles illuminating the living room.

"I suggest you clean up, (y/n)," He spoke, venom laced in his words as he turned back to face her. "I don't like strangers coming into our house. So remember that next time."

With that, he left once more. She trembled in the wake of his absence, breaths shaky as she attempted to gather herself together and get into action removing the candles, lest he return with a vengeance. She had briefly headed over to their bedroom in hopes of reaching out to him, though stopped short upon stumbling on the state of their doorknob, now indented by the placement of his fingers.

It was perhaps the most startling revelation of this entire ordeal thus far. The one that wrapped up the evidence collected and gave her the conclusion she did not want to accept. Because how else could a man as frail and weak as Sunwoo looks now be able to put such pressure on a doorknob like this?

That day, she slept on the couch, facing the hallway and making sure Sunwoo never stepped out when she least expected it.

The next morning, (y/n) prepared breakfast. Sunwoo sat at the table behind her and she felt the presence of his stare upon her back, monitoring every minute movement she made. Her new phone lay beside the stove where she frequented it with nervous glances, praying for time to move so Sunwoo would go to work. Though upon her umpteenth glance, she suddenly began to receive a call.

An Unknown Number. On any other occasion, she'd have most likely ignored it. Though with the stifling atmosphere and the discomfort of Sunwoo's insistent surveillance, she found herself almost immediately answering the call.

"Hello?" She spoke, voice as leveled and steady as she could muster. Anything to draw suspicion away from the maddeningly paranoid man seated only a few feet away.

"Hello! This is (y/n), correct?"

(y/n)'s eyes bugged out of her skull from the sheer shock of hearing the woman's voice again, heart rate accelerating as she dared a momentary glance to Sunwoo. He was occupied reading something on his phone, not even noticing (y/n)'s subtlety. Turning back forward, she continued with cooking, clearing her throat again.

"Yes." It was all she could think to say. Anything else could potentially tip off Sunwoo—something she wanted to avoid at all costs.

"Is he in the room?"

Another pause on her part before she answered the same way.

"Yes."

"I take it… the measures didn't work? He's still… the same?"

"Yes."

She heard the woman sigh, muttering something and shifting in the other line.

"Stay put. We'll have to go to our second initiative. I'll come retrieve you later at the same time as yesterday. Is that okay?"

(y/n) took a moment to process the information. Retrieve her? Meaning she'd be… taken away from here. Away from this house of terrors. Away from the anxiety that's plagued her soul for so long now. Away from all the darkness that lurks within every corner and carries with in nothing but bad omens.

Away from Sunwoo.

"(y/n)?"

"I'm sorry?" Another pause as she dragged herself back to reality. "I mean… Yes."

"For now, lay low. I'll come with help."

"Okay."

The line went dead, two muted beeps being the last thing she hears before she placed the phone on the counter once more. She didn't know what this entailed. She didn't know what the second plan was. She didn't even know there would be a second plan. And the prospect of there being help needed in this endeavor only served to further propel (y/n) into an internally frenzied state.

Absentmindedly, she scooped her breakfast onto a plate, mind still wandering aimlessly as she turned away from the stove.

A gasp fell past her lips as she came face to face with Sunwoo, his close proximity startling her enough to drop the plate once held in her hands. It shattered as it collided with the floor, ceramic shards skidding across the linoleum and littering the kitchen like a field of landmines. Yet Sunwoo seemed unaffected, far too invested in boring holes directly into (y/n)'s soul.

His eyes were wide, almost in a maddeningly intrigued state, unblinking like a statue. At such a slim distance away from each other, perhaps the closest they've been to one another in weeks, she could see the decay in his character. He seemed entirely drained, as if just an empty vessel at this point. Eyes glazed over with a sort of dull sheen, haggard and tired looking, skin that seemed devoid of any color, having lost the vitality he was once brimming with.

"Sunwoo…" (y/n) mumbled, shuffling back against the stovetop as carefully as she could muster. Her feet bumped against the shards beneath her, their scraping sounds against the floor offering the only sounds within the whole house. Yet Sunwoo again remained unperturbed, still staring at her with every ounce of energy left within his depleted body.

"Who was that, (y/n)?" His voice came out gravelly, almost strangled sounding even, as if forced out after its lack of use, yet still uncharacteristically steady with a low timbre.

She tried answering him, though her mouth ran dry, lips opening and closing helplessly as stuttered clips of her voice seemed to penetrate the hazy state she found herself in. As she floundered before him, cowering beneath his imposing stature which loomed over her with little to no regard for her pitiful state, his facade finally seemed to crack with the most minuscule of eye twitches.

"Who was that on the fucking phone, (y/n)?" He spat out the inquiry through gritted teeth, veins protruding from his neck as he drew impossibly closer to her, practically swallowing her whole as she backed as far into the stove as possible, the harsh metal digging into her lower back to get as far from Sunwoo as possible.

"It was just a coworker!"

"Liar!"

His voice boomed with pure unbridled rage, forcing (y/n) into the appliance behind her with a violent jostle. Her body ached at the impact site, and she could faintly feel the sting of a shard slicing beneath her foot, though she could barely even process the pain at these junctures, what with the voice that had suddenly bellowed forth from Sunwoo's body.

It was something she recognized. Something she had momentarily heard just yesterday, and something she couldn't really understand at the time. Something beyond her comprehension and reasoning. Yet now, it seemed as if her thoughts were as clear as could be.

It emanated from him with this eerie sonority. A disconcerting fusion of tones that seemed to coalesce and diverge in a discordant symphony. It held an otherworldly, menacing quality, as if several voices, each with its own timbre and cadence, were vying for dominance within the same vocal cords of the decrepit man they were housed in. The result was this haunting cacophony of layered articulates, a chilling chorus of spectral echoes that sent shivers down her spine.

A low, animalistic growl began reverberating deep within his chest, its encompassing resonance filling the atmosphere between them. She gazed at him frightfully, wary of meeting his eyes, skin prickling with nerves as she remained trapped before him. A debilitating discomfort seemed to broil within her. Something primal. Instinctual, as if her mind were seemingly overriding every other function of her body for the sole purpose of escaping as soon as possible.

Adrenaline now coursing through her veins, she shoved Sunwoo back with all of her might. It didn't impact him as much as she thought it would have, though it was enough of a surprise for her to take advantage of his momentarily stunned state and run.

The short distance from the kitchen to the main door felt almost endless as she heard his growl suddenly grow louder and infinitely more furious than it had initially sounded.

Yanking the door open felt liberating, and the sense of freedom which came from shedding the all consuming pressures of that accursed house and embracing the open, fresh air was near cathartic. She tumbled into the front lawn, breathless as her heart thumped incessantly in her chest. The blades of grass tickled at her exposed skin, the dew of the morning still lingering on their sharp ends and soaking her clothes, though the cool moisture and the soothing morning chill helped in diluting the rush that had taken over her body.

Still laying across the grass, (y/n) whipped her head behind her, shakily taking in the house once more, with objectively more opened eyes.

It stood as a malevolent force of nature against the unassuming and quaint suburban scene it lay within. It seemed like any other structure throughout this block, blending into the neighborly charm that had first captivated the couple, yet now she could see more closely the stark, ever foreboding shadow that seemed to radiate from within. There was this palpable aura of malignance that exuded from its very foundation, suffusing the atmosphere with this chilling dominance that seemed to both lure unsuspecting victims yet ward off those who knew of its intentions—and (y/n) seemed to have just crossed this threshold of knowledge.

She didn't know for how long she lay there, trembling from the aftermath of the morning, desperately attempting to regain whatever composure she could. Her eyes had remained locked upon the open doorway, waiting for the moment Sunwoo would come and drag her back into that depraved, ungodly house. Yet he never did. Instead, what drew her back to reality was the sound of a car pulling into her driveway.

"(y/n)!" The woman came rushing over to her with a haste (y/n) thought she'd never embody. The elderly lady helped (y/n) to her feet, practically dragging her up against her will before tugging on her arm. "Come, let's get you out of here."

For a moment, (y/n) followed with a hazy mind, merely following along without any sort of comprehension of what was happening. Though she finally snapped out of it when she saw two men walking by her, adorned in black robes and crosses.

"Wait," (y/n) mumbled, beginning to resist the woman as she turned just in time to see the men enter the house. "Wait, who are they? What's going on?"

"You shouldn't be here for this." Again, the woman attempted to pull (y/n) away, but when she heard a familiar scream inside, (y/n) had suddenly become alert as ever.

"Sunwoo. What are they doing to Sunwoo? I need to get him."

"(y/n)!" The woman grabbed her shoulders, squeezing them beneath her bony touch, eyes widened and frenzied. "That is not Sunwoo in there. You know as well as I do that Sunwoo is not here right now."

(y/n) felt herself sink into this deep, muddled tunnel vision. The voice of the woman seemed to muffle until finally growing mute. (y/n)'s eyes remained on her, but all she could hear was Sunwoo's screams from within. Anguished, desperate cries. Guttural as he screamed with all of his might, nearly drowning out the Latin incantations that were being hollered at him. She could feel her limp body being pulled away again, her bloodied and bare feet brushing against the cool dew of the grass once more, the yells growing further and further away, until one cry reached her ears.

Her name.

She slipped out of the woman's hold, whirling around as she booked it for the house. Her mind screamed at her to turn back, to leave this horrific scene, as if her great morning getaway was for naught. Though she was too compelled by the weakness in her heart that couldn't bear to be without Sunwoo, especially at a moment like this.

Barreling into the house, she froze at the nightmare taking place. Sunwoo bound by ropes onto a chair, thrashing about with every fiber of strength in his feeble body, head whipping to and fro as the two priests spoke affirmatively before him, bearing crosses aimed his way as they read from a small leather bound book. Visible veins now spread across his face like cracks of lightning in the sky. Blood pooled the whites of his eyes, his irises near indecipherable from the darkness now encompassing them. The sight broke her heart.

She felt the woman's touch rest upon her back, no longer attempting to pull her away as she had beforehand. She now merely served as an anchor for (y/n), as the girl bore witness to her beloved Sunwoo in this anguished, horrid state.

The room seemed to quake with the guttural symphony of Sunwoo's screams only growing louder in intensity, his skeletal form writhing against the restraints that bound him. The air grew thick with this suffocating tension, walls trembling as they attempted to contain the battle of light and darkness within. The priests pressed on, voices unwavering as their incantations poured forth like a tide against the dam of evil that obstructed them.

And then, in an instant, the abhorrent cacophony of screams that had once consumed the room ceased. Sunwoo's body fell limp, sagging against the chair in an unconscious state, his once wild eyes now vacant, staring into the abyss of the unknown until finally sliding shut.

Without any hesitation, (y/n) rushed to his side, skirting past the company that stood motionless in waiting. Her hands trembled as she gently lifted his head into her arms, cradling him against her chest as tears pooled in her eyes.

"S-Sunwoo?" Her voice quivered as she whispered his name, eyes darting across his face for any sign of life. Only silence greeted her as the first tears began to pour down her face.

For a moment, it was pure and utter silence. Her quiet sobs broke the tension as the priests and the woman slowly reconvened, watching the scene before them with tormented hearts, allowing (y/n) her time to grieve. Though that hadn't lasted as long as they had intended.

With a suddenness that sent a shockwave through the room, his eyes had snapped open. (y/n) paused in her crying, analyzing the face that looked up at her. His eyes were no longer that of a tormented soul they had been just moments prior. Instead, they now gleamed with this… eerie serenity. A calm that seemed to stretch infinitely.

A macabre smile curled upon his cracked lips, blood seeping from the corners as they slowly dripped forth from his mouth, staining his skin a ghastly crimson. And in a cracked, hollowed manner, he spoke.

"He's gone."

The words dripped with finality. A statement for the people who stared at him with irrevocable fear. As if an undeniable truth which could not be refuted. As if he spoke not of an unfortunate departure, but instead that of an inevitability forced upon the lot.

His lips spread even further, watching (y/n) with intent fascination as she drew away from him, trembling with tears streaking her face. He laughed, this raucous, jarring sound that immediately prompted the priests to continue their incantations. Though (y/n) knew their efforts were fruitless.

She had collapsed onto the floor, breaths growing shorter and more frequent, chest convulsing upon itself as she crumbled in upon herself. She could feel his stare still upon her, hear his crazed laughs flood her mind, taunting her with his demented victory. And all she could do was lay there, vision growing blurry and hearing growing fuzzy, world spinning and reality deteriorating before her. Left only to confront the daunting truth forced upon her.

Her beloved Sunwoo. The man who she bought her first house with. The man who filled her days with joy and laughter. The man who rekindled the spark of love within her that she thought had gone dormant. The man who showered her with his endless waves of love. The man who she had promised her life to.

He was truly, undeniably gone.

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written-letters-from-izzy · 21 days ago

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i will NEVER. NEVER EVER EVER! get over this fic. personally i read 'commitment' first and then found this fic later on but i still found it both to compliment each other well. my heart would've broken more if i read this one and then 'commitment' but it's sooo good either way!!

the way this fic took me on a little rollercoaster! i remember reading this for the first time and being like 'BRUHHH KIM SUNWOO-" but those are the best types of fics IMO!!

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member: sunwoo genre: angst, fluff word count: 7,233 synopsis: the line between love and hate is blurred as you struggle to erase sunwoo out of your life.

a/n: lightly inspired by @timextoxhajima‘s hostis because i now understand the hype over the enemies to lovers trope

sequel: commitment

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ashonheavenscloud · 20 days ago

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the duke and i || k. sunwoo

⋆｡𖦹°⭒˚｡⋆ contents: duke!kim sunwoo x lady!reader, bridgerton-esque au, flirting and TENSIONNNN

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⋆｡𖦹°⭒˚｡⋆ warnings: none they’re just down bad KSJDJDJ

⋆｡𖦹°⭒˚｡⋆ a/n: wrote this with mi amor @lixiesfreckless on a train ride lol🤪 we also watched season 2 of bridgerton in 24 hours earlier this week so this is 100% born of brainrot. ENJOYYYY

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Sunwoo is a gentleman, by all standards. Well-spoken, well-dressed; polite, prim and proper. Everything about the tuxedo-clad son of the duke screams elegant society. His posture, the careful grip on his flute of champagne, the subtle nods to the other respectable men in society, the way his hair is styled just-so at his eyebrows. No one would ever argue anything different at a first or second glance.

No one, except you of course.

The Sunwoo you had come to know has said, or rather, whispered words to you that cannot even be alluded to in polite society. The careful grip on his champagne flute translates rather misguidedly. He’s certainly not so cautious in the way he eyes you, the barest hint of a smirk on his lips. And his hold on the glass is certainly not as delicate as the way he holds you.

Holds your gaze. Holds your thoughts. Holds your waist when you dance and you can barely breathe as his hands tease your lower back, like they are right now.

"Something on your mind, m'lady?" he whispers into your ear, and you curse your bloodstream for coloring your skin with the most flustered tint of cherry at his proximity.

"Just counting my steps, so that I do not tarnish your shoes, your grace," you lie, not wanting to reveal what dangerous waters your mind had wandered into.

"You jest," he smirks, looking at you sideways as he pulls you into a spin, "surely my lady has no problem keeping up with me."

Sunwoo guides you to twist around, following the careful steps of the dance with your back pressed to his chest. Your heart stumbling at the feeling of his breath on your ear, you concentrate harder to not let your feet clumsily follow suit. “It is not a question of skill, but a question of maintaining both of our pride. There are eyes on us, maybe even that of the Queen-”

“Their eyes do not matter.” Sunwoo murmurs, taking your hands and guiding them over your head, into a twist, before pulling you back to face him. There’s a gleam in his irises. “Just keep yours on me.”

Somewhat reluctantly, you follow his instruction, and a shiver runs up your spine as you finally notice how intently he's gazing at you.

In the depths of your mind, there is a voice that reasons that no one knows him quite like you do. So perhaps it is not just a dance to him, similar to how multiple dances in a row have greater meaning to the trained eye.

And just like that, the touch of your hands, although gloved, becomes charged with something indescribable, something that travels to your fingertips to your stomach, eliciting that feeling that you've only ever read of.

It is not the first time it had ever happened with him, either.

Which is why when the song ends, and the two of you quit the dance floor, your eyes linger. Far too long, especially in a place so public, because despite Sunwoo’s words, there are eyes on you. But you can’t help it, not when he also keeps his eyes on yours, watching you take your place to the side several paces away.

The room feels hot, and you’re not sure if it’s the crowd, exertion from dancing, or something else entirely.

And Sunwoo’s eyes, never leaving your gaze, hold sparks that set you ablaze.

You need some air.

Excusing yourself quickly, you locate the nearest exit and duck through, hoping the next set of waltzing couples distracts enough that no one sees you disappear. The hallway leads you further into the estate, where you find a small room, perhaps an office or parlour, with floor to ceiling bookshelves and several pieces of furniture. The noise of the party is muffled, and you’re allowed silence to think- not that that’s easy, even with the respite.

Because despite being in solitude, your mind is stuck on Sunwoo’s hands trailing up your back and down your sides, Sunwoo's breath against your cheek, Sunwoo's voice in your ears-

Your reveries are halted by the sound of the door opening, that cursed head of dark brown hair peeking around the opening and sending your stomach into a tailspin again.

"I was wondering where you had run off to," he chuckles as he steps into the study, not understanding that you came there to essentially escape him.

"You should not be here," you suddenly say, breath coming out a little more breathless than you would have liked.

"Why not?" He clicks the door shut behind him as he surveys the room, perhaps checking for indecencies.

"Because...it's improper!"

Perfect, now you sound juvenile. In front of the only person who genuinely sees you as a lady at that.

“Are you feeling well m'lady? You're starting to sound like my mother.”

You huff, frustrated he doesn’t seem to understand the unreasonable state of mind you're in. Out of habit, you raise a gloved hand to your temple, as if that will quiet your thoughts.

Sunwoo does not take this lightly however; he crosses the room in a flash, a worried look crossing his face as he notices your posture and your flushed cheeks.

"Are you quite alright?" He asks, soft voice now laden with concern as he removes his glove, and raises his bare hand to your cheek, the coolness of his fingers doing little to calm the erratic beating of your heart.

In fact, you jump slightly at his touch, and this doesn't go unnoticed by him, a remark already tumbling out of his plush lips.

"Don't appear so troubled, it is only me."

"That is precisely the problem," you exhale, nearly throwing yourself into his arms as your lips crash into his.

A muffled, maybe even surprised sound escapes his lips upon first contact, and his free hand lands upon your hip to steady the both of you. At least at first.

What was truly surprising was how his grip subtly tightened around your dress, bunching in the beading and embroidery as he holds you impossibly close to him. He moves his lips against yours, and there is where you find the reasoning for all of the flowery depictions of this embrace you had read about all these years.

You collect your restraint and pull away slightly, only to find a flustered and smiling duke staring back at you.

“Well-” he pauses, just barely catching his breath, “I would hardly call that a problem.”

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blizzardfluffykpop · 2 months ago

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Saturday Night

Summary: The same ole routine with your friend with benefits on Saturday night. Unless?

Oneshot

Smut, PWP, Fluff?, Friends With Benefits to Lovers au

If you are a minor, please do not read/engage with this post. This is an 18+ work.

Warnings: PWP, Grinding, Dry humping, Slight Possessiveness (m! & r! receiving), Unprotected sex (pls practice safe sex), Marking (r! receiving), Scratching (m! receiving), Degradation (r! receiving), Praise?, (other sexual encounters occur while fwbs but they’re not cheating!), Use of pet names: Baby and Slut (and iterations of them) *And if I missed any pls lmk!*

Word Count: 1,809

Sunwoo X Afab!Reader

[A/n: I’ve had this in the works since Cotton Candy came out- and I had a dream this was posted and I found out it wasn’t. So here it finally is. Bc of the title, I will recommend Saturday Night by The Misfits, not necessary to listen to tho.]

Again, if you are a minor, please do not read/engage with this post. This is an 18+ work.

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It’s a Saturday night, like it always is when Sunwoo comes over in his black hoodie and gray sweatpants. It’s like clockwork when he turns up. Nothing ever changes your routine. While you try different positions and elements, the end goal is always the same. And you always wake up to an empty bed in the morning. It isn’t the first time you’ve wished for it to be different. It probably won’t be the last. You’d always hope that when you awoke on Sunday morning, he’d hold onto you and never let go. But you knew and lived the reality. It was never going to happen. You were friends with benefits, nothing more, nothing less. You’d have to be okay with that someday or quit seeing him altogether. Neither option ever sounds satisfying, but maybe next Saturday, you’ll know which is best for you. For now, you choose Sunwoo.

You sit down beside him, and you ask him about his week. And he tells you about how he produced a new track that he’s excited to share with his fans. You ask him to send you it when it comes out so you can listen, and he agrees. And that’s when he asks, “Well, how was your little date this week?” You can’t help but smile as you remember, “Oh, with Youngmin?” He hums, and you tell him, “He was so sweet. He brought me flowers and treated me to dinner.” He waits for you to continue, and when you don’t, he says, “Did you go further?” You look down at your sweatpants before he teases, “Oh, you did~ Didn’t you, my dirty little baby.” You groan, “Shut up. I don’t want to talk about it…” He smirks, “Oh, why not?” You sigh, “He was good...” He continues teasing, “You don’t sound very enthusiastic about that~” You look at him with a slight glare, “He did even better than you.” He pouts, “Aw, baby... Don’t play me like that~” You roll your eyes before looking down and scoff, “Like what?” Sunwoo smirks before leaning towards you to whisper in your ear, “Like we both don’t know that I fuck you best.” You roll your eyes, “Sunwoo, as if.” He grabs your chin, turns your face to him, and you refuse to look at him, “Oh, you’re being real protective of him, aren’t you? Why’s that?” He tucks a hair behind your ear, “Was it because he brought you flowers? I could do that for you... all you ever had to do was ask~”

You shake your head as much as you can in his grasp, “No... you made it very clear we’re just friends with benefits... And friends with benefits don’t do that…” He huffs, rolling his eyes, “You and I both know we’re more than that.” You glare at him, “Really, Sunwoo? Because you have a funny way of showing it. You show me endless pleasure, and then you disappear the second the sun touches the night sky.” He gives you a pointed look, “You’re the one who told me to leave before the sun rose.” You sigh, knowing he was right. It was your one boundary, but oh, how you wished he didn’t listen, and he asks, “Well, what if… I don’t want to be friends with benefits anymore. Would you let me sleep next to you in your bed through the morning?” You finally look at him, “What do you mean?” And his voice drops as he asks, “What if we became exclusive? And you became mine? All mine… and no one else’s. Just as I would do for you.” You gulp, “You mean it? You’re not just saying that… Are you?” He locks his eyes on yours before grasping your jaw as his tone turns serious, “I mean it.” You search his eyes as you ask, “You promise?” “Promise.” He seals it with a kiss. And you tell him when you part, “I want to see you there in the morning.”

He drops his hand from your chin, lifts you up, and pulls you onto his lap. You smile as you grind your hips into his. You put both of your hands underneath his jaw and pull him in for another kiss. “Your lips are so kissable.” He smiles as he pecks your lips, “Mine? What about yours, beautiful?” He puts his hand into your hair, kissing you deeply as you grind harder down onto him, desperate for some friction. He lifts you up with one arm around your waist and the other still in your hair, pushing you against the wall. You wrap your legs around his waist as he grinds up against your clothed core. He parts as he looks you into your eyes, “The way you look drives me insane. I want you more than just one day a week.” He captures your lips in a heated kiss as your fingers find their way into his hair. You grind down into his hips, trying to get more friction. And he mumbles into your lips, “My greedy little baby…” And you let out a hum before capturing his lips again. His hips grind harder into yours as he makes out with you, chasing the friction. Your fingers wind into his hair tighter as he draws you closer to the edge. You squeeze your eyes before whispering, “Sunwoo…” He groans, “Wh-what?” “I need you now…” He groans, “Fuck, okay. Yeah… Me too.” He quickly moves you both from the wall and carries you to your bedroom.

When he finally gets inside, he drops you against your bed, devouring your mouth. His fingers take the place of his hips, rubbing over your sweats, and you whimper, “You like that, don’t you, my little slut~” He teases you over them as he gives you a hickey, “You’re going to take all of me?” You nod, and he grinds his palm down as his fingers push into your entrance through the layers. You whine at the lack of friction, and he grins, laying another hickey on your collarbone. As he feels how wet you are through both fabrics, “All of this is just for me now, baby?” You huff, “Shu-Shut up and fuck me already.” His smirk grows wild as he teasingly pulls up your shirt, “But baby, it’s so much more fun to tease you~” You groan, “Sunwoo! If you don’t stop tea-” He cuts you off by kissing you, and your eyes close instantly as you kiss back. You feel his fingers slip up and under your shirt, tickling up your sides, and he breaks the kiss to take off your shirt before he takes off his black hoodie. You let your eyes wander, and he smirks as he makes a little show of shimmying out his sweats and briefs. He shoots you a wink as he finishes, and you roll your eyes as you make grabby hands for him, and he comes back, “You’re so needy for me, baby…”

He kisses you again before he kisses down your neck and whispers, “How did I ever fuck anyone else when I had you…” You sigh and mumble, “I’m not sure how I did either. No one can compare to you…” He chuckles against your skin, “That’s right, baby. I’m all you’ll ever need. And you’ll be all I’ll ever need.” You hum as he makes his way down your arm, laying kiss after kiss before pulling his chin up to kiss his lips again before murmuring, “You best believe it... Now that you have me completely. You’re stuck with me.” His lips curl into a smile, “That’s all I’ve ever wanted.” He kisses you again before breaking away to pull off your sweats, “You’re so wet for me, baby… Do I turn you on that much?” He rubs you over your panties, grinning at the wet spot, and you sigh, “Sunwoo, please…” He teases, “What do you want, baby~” You groan, “You in me now…” He smiles, taking off your panties before running his fingers over your folds, slipping them inside for a second, and you groan in frustration, “Sunwoo!” He laughs before lining himself up with your entrance and moans as he gets his tip in, “F-fuck…” You whine, wanting him to fill you up already, and he laughs again, “Okay! Okay! I’m moving!” Which makes you let out a little laugh before he pushes in fully. You both sigh in relief, finally feeling complete.

You dig your nails into his shoulders as he thrusts into you faster. He slows down just as you start getting close, and you glare at him. And he asks, “Did he even make you cum?” You shake your head as you whine out, “No.” He tuts as he rubs your clit, “You deserve so much more, honey. And you know I can give that to you.” He picks his pace back up, timing his pace with each swirl of his hand. It has you screaming out, and he can’t help but smirk as you do. “That’s it, baby, scream for me. Let all your neighbors know who fucks you so well.” You cry out as you grow closer and closer to your high, “You getting close, baby?” You nod, and he pulls you down towards him, burying his hips into yours before thrusting even faster. He groans, “F-fuck…” You shake your head, “I can’t…Sunwoo, I’m gonna cum. Please.” He nuzzles his head into your collarbone, “With me, baby. Come on, let’s make this time count.” You nod, “O-Okay… You’re- You’re close, right?” “S-So close, baby.” You cry, and he rubs your clit faster before he says, “Now.” Stars hit your vision with how tightly you close your eyes as cum as Sunwoo fills you up. His thrusts slow down, and he rides your guy’s orgasms out. And you push at his chest as he starts to overstimulate you, and he slowly pulls out. “Fuck…” He lays down over you, “Yeah…”

And next thing you know, it’s a few hours before you should wake up for errands. You look at the clock to feel someone gently nudging you awake. You crack your eyes open to see Sunwoo looking over you, “They called me in early for practice…” “Oh…” He sighs, “Yeah… I want to stay the whole morning, but uh, I have to go in a few.” You nod, and he gives you a long kiss, “Tonight.” You hum, “Tonight?” He smiles, “Let’s go on our first official date.” When it’s time to wake up, you find a bouquet of your favorite flowers in the vase on your kitchen island. You giggle, feeling giddy as you see them, and read the tag, “One of many bouquets I’ll get you from here on out, my dear.” You shake your head as you head out, excited for your date later tonight.

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kyeop-tato · 2 months ago

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A Knock on My Heart — 김선우

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CHAPTER 18 : Always the lover, never the loved

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It had been months since your last encounter with Sunwoo, and by some stroke of luck, you managed to avoid him whenever the girls met up with Younghoon and Juyeon. For reasons you couldn’t fully grasp, you just weren’t ready to face him yet. And it seemed he felt the same—Sunwoo had been keeping his distance, offering the weak excuse of “giving you space.” Even his friends didn’t buy it, but they left him alone to sort out whatever unresolved mess lay between you both.

Now, sitting in the library, you were trying to stay focused on your assignments, frustration simmering beneath the surface as it became glaringly obvious your groupmates had dumped all the work on you. “I swear, I'm reporting you all to the lecturer when this is over” you muttered under your breath, fingers tapping angrily at the keyboard. Time was ticking, and your eyelids felt heavier with each passing minute, but you forced yourself to push through. The deadline loomed, and somehow, you managed to send your part of the project just in time.

Satisfied, you packed up, silently congratulating yourself on surviving the ordeal. Stepping outside, the afternoon sky still stretched bright and clear, offering a rare moment of relief—until Yunho appeared, blocking your path.

“What do you want?” you snapped, annoyance already bubbling over. “Didn’t I tell you not to show up in front of me again?”

He smiled, trying to disarm you with a wink. “And you know how stubborn i can be.”

You were far from amused. “Make it quick.”

Yunho launched into his explanation, but you were barely listening, your mind already made up. The friendship you once cherished had turned sour, and every word out of his mouth only deepened your disgust. At one point, you even stifled a yawn. “So you’re here because you’re having trouble with your girlfriend? Seriously, Yunho?” Your voice dripped with sarcasm. “What, do you expect me to pat you on the back and say, ‘Poor baby?’”

Yunho’s expression darkened, and before you knew it, he’d pinned you against the nearest wall, his voice low but laced with frustration. “Why is it so hard for you to forgive me? Was what I did really that unforgivable?”

“Yes” you answered flatly, meeting his gaze without flinching. “Now, leave me alone. I mean it.”

You shoved his arms off and walked away, trying to shake off the tension still clinging to your skin. It wasn’t long before the frustration bubbled over, and before you could stop yourself, you let out a loud, primal scream. Heads turned—students stared, boys on the field froze mid-play. “Is something wrong y/n l/n ?” a nearby lecturer asked, concern in her eyes. And by concern, she probably thought you were crazy from the looks of hers.

Sheepish, you mumbled an apology and quickly made for the gates, trying to disappear. Luckily, Doyeon, Yeri, and Natty appeared, flanking you with easy grins. “Shall we grab something to eat?” Yeri suggested, and you all agreed, the earlier stress fading as you walked together, filling the air with laughter and plans for the rest of the day.

But as you reached the school gates, your steps faltered. There, surrounded by a gaggle of giggling girls, stood someone familiar, politely turning down requests for photos like he was some kind of celebrity, they made him out to be.

“Isn’t that Sunwoo?” Natty nudged you with a knowing smile.

Doyeon’s eyes gleamed mischievously at you. “Hmm, I wonder who he’s waiting for?”

Before you could retort, Sunwoo’s gaze locked on you, and his face lit up like the sun breaking through clouds. He approached hesitantly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Hey, girls. It’s, uh, nice to see you all again. Do you mind if I talk to her?” He gestured toward you, clearly nervous.

Natty wasted no time. “Oh, you can have her! We’ll leave her in your capable hands.” With a playful shove, she pushed you forward, and before you could protest, the three of them were gone, leaving you and Sunwoo standing awkwardly at the gates.

“I’m sorry if I interrupted your time with them. I can, uh, take a raincheck if yo—”

Seeing Yunho lingering nearby out of the corner of your eye, you acted on impulse, grabbing Sunwoo’s wrist immediately. “If you’re really sorry, you have to treat me to something” you whispered in his ear, leaning in just enough to make sure Yunho saw it.

Sunwoo froze, your proximity sending his heart racing. He stood there, paralyzed by the sudden closeness, unsure of how to handle the whirlwind of emotions now crashing through him.

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You found yourself at a cozy noodle shop with Sunwoo, and to your surprise, the staff seemed to know him well. "Oh my, is she your girlfriend?" the kindly waiter asked, smiling warmly as he jotted down your orders. The question made you flush, and you quickly protested, insisting that you weren’t.

The waiter chuckled and headed back to the kitchen, leaving Sunwoo to smirk at you. “Is it so terrible to be thought of as my girlfriend?” he teased, though there was an undercurrent of sincerity in his words.

You focused on anything but him, waving off his remark. “Not really,” you said, trying to sound casual. “But it’s better to tell the truth than to lie about it.” Sunwoo fell silent, letting your words sink in.

When the food arrived, the fragrant steam rising from your bowl of noodle soup filled the air, warming you against the cool weather outside. Sunwoo grinned, watching your reaction. “I told you they make great noodles. My friends and I come here all the time after school.”

"That explains why they treat you like family," you remarked, halfway through slurping the warm noodles. The conversation lulled into a comfortable silence, and you asked casually, "So, what did you want to talk about?"

Your question caught him off guard, and he nearly choked on his noodles. You were about to pat him on the back when a teenage girl beat you to it, glaring at you as if you’d committed a crime. Not a moment later, an older woman—presumably her mother—appeared, pinching the girl’s ear. “I told you to help me out at the restaurant, not flirt with Sunwoo!” she scolded, dragging the girl away as she mumbled apologies to both of you.

Sunwoo flashed you an awkward smile, and you couldn’t help but snicker. “Wow, you’re quite popular with the girls” you teased.

“But not with you,” Sunwoo muttered under his breath, so softly that you almost missed it. When you asked him to repeat, he waved it off, smiling. “Let’s finish eating first. We’ll talk later.”

After the meal, you insisted on splitting the bill, feeling guilty about your earlier teasing, but Sunwoo was adamant. “It’s my treat” he insisted. As you approached the counter to pay, the cashier grinned at you knowingly. “Wow, you must be special. Every time Sunwoo comes with his friends, they play a game to decide who pays, and he’s always relieved when he doesn’t have to.”

“Noona, you didn’t have to expose me like that!” Sunwoo whined, playfully pretending to cry. You smiled politely, thanking the staff as you both left the restaurant.

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Later, you found yourselves standing in front of a crowded café with a long queue stretching out the door. You’d been lured there by a tempting promotion, but it seemed the entire population of Seoul had the same idea. “Maybe we should go somewhere else?” you suggested, already growing impatient. Sunwoo agreed, and after some wandering, the two of you ended up at a quiet playground.

It was a peaceful scene, children running and laughing, lost in their own little world. But as the parents started collecting their kids, the silence between you and Sunwoo grew heavier. Finally, you broke it. “So… isn’t there something you wanted to tell me?”

Sunwoo nodded, taking a deep breath. “First, I want to apologize if I made things awkward that night. I got too caught up in my emotions.” He laughed nervously, clearly struggling to find the right words. “There’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you for a while, but I couldn’t...”

You braced yourself, eyes focused on the ground, preparing for whatever bad news he was about to drop. But when he spoke, the words were nothing like you expected. “I may not like Natty,” he began, pausing before continuing, “but... I like you. I’ve liked you for a while.”

The confession hung in the air like a weight you didn’t know how to carry. You stood, stunned, your heart racing. After a moment, you laughed, the disbelief evident in your voice. “That’s a good prank, Sunwoo.”

But Sunwoo didn’t laugh. His eyes were steady, earnest. “I’m not joking. I meant what I said. I really like you.”

“S-Sunwoo, no,” you stammered, the words catching in your throat. “That’s impossible. No one… no one would like me like that.”

“Why would it be impossible?” he asked softly, stepping closer. “I like you for who you are. I wouldn’t have said it if I didn’t meant it.”

Your mind raced, the walls you’d carefully built around your heart starting to crack. “No one’s ever liked me that way, Sunwoo. Nobody!” Your voice broke on the last word.

Truthfully, you've been putting a wall of defense between you and mens. Ever since the whole ordeal with Yunho and how people around you treat you about it makes you believe maybe you are never worth to be loved and even if there is, they are probably just toying with your feelings. It got to point where avoiding having a relationship with someone have become something you're immune with. Yes, you craved love but you are always the lover but never being the loved. So, the fact, Sunwoo confessing to you was too good to be true.

“Does this got to do with Yunho?” Sunwoo asked gently. His question startled you.

“How do you know about him?” you asked, suspicious.

“That doesn’t matter” Sunwoo said, shaking his head. “What matters is how you feel. If Yunho made you feel worthless, he’s wrong. You deserve to be loved. And I wouldn’t say this if I didn’t mean it.”

You took a step back, overwhelmed, shaking your head. “I can’t, Sunwoo. I appreciate you telling me, but I can’t.”

As you turned to leave, Sunwoo grabbed your wrist. “I’m not letting you go—not again.” His voice was soft, but there was a determination in his eyes. “You don’t have to like me back, but at least let me prove that my feelings are real. Let me show you that you deserve to be loved.” Slowly letting go off your wrist when he knows you aren't leaving.

His words cut through your defenses, striking at the deepest part of you. You looked into his eyes, searching for any hint of insincerity but found none. A tear slipped down your cheek, and Sunwoo reached out, gently brushing it away with his thumb.

“Damn it, I told myself I’d never make you cry like he did” Sunwoo whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “I’ve failed already. I’m sorry. We don’t have to be a couple, but please—let me show you that you’re worth loving. Okay?”

He cupped your cheeks, his warmth grounding you, and for the first time in a long while, you let yourself believe that maybe, just maybe, he was telling the truth.

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a/n : oh that was intense alright! so do you think y/n accepted sunwoo's confession?

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written-letters-from-izzy · 21 days ago

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THIS FIC BREAKS MY HEART 25/8 AND EVERY TIME I READ IT AGAIN AND AGAIN.

it's just so....ugh...i can't even explain it. the desperation and the hurt is so strong and even though my heart hurts, the comforting ending is why i keep reading this over and over again.

Take Me Back | Sunwoo (The Boyz)

Requested by anon! You broke up with Sunwoo because of long distance and he’s hated you ever since. When you meet up after three years, feelings resurface.

Genre: angst, ex to lovers au, enemies to lovers kinda, fluffy ending.

A/N: JESUS i know I said that I don’t have time because I LITERALLY DON’T. So don’t ask me why all this inspiration comes to me when I can’t even sit down to write – I write on the way to and from work, it’s so sad – so yeah. I hope you enjoy <3 <3

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Breaking up because of long distance was one of the biggest regrets of your life. The fact that you had to let him go because it was just getting too hard for your heart to cope was, in itself, heartbreaking. But you figured that it could get better, for the both of you, if you moved on with your lives without being tied at the hip with someone that was a continent away.

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biaswreckingfics · 2 years ago

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I don't know if you're still taking requests but if you are, would it be possible to do a Sunwoo one based on the song Bad Boys by Cierra Ramirez?

I didnt know she started a music career!!

Sunwoo + Bad Boy AU

Song Inspiration: Bad Boys by Cierra Ramirez

"I just don't see it," your friend's lip curls up in distaste.

You roll your eyes because you're sick of having this same stupid conversation. "Luckily for you, you don't have to."

Sensing your rapidly growing anger, your friend drops the malicious comments she usually sends your way, and her face morphs to one of sympathy instead. "I just don't want you to get hurt. You know his reputation."

It takes a moment for you to find internal peace, and once you do, you look at her with a blank face. There are only so many times you can hear people talking badly about Sunwoo before you snap. If one more person tells you that Sunwoo is going to break your heart, you refuse to be held accountable for your future actions.

From the beginning, you knew what they said about him. "He leaves a trail of heartbreak." "He only cares about himself." "He'll leave you behind the second someone better comes along." Fine. Whatever. They can say it all they want, but to you, it's all bullshit.

Even if everything they say about him ends up being true, you couldn't stop the way you feel about him unless the gods themselves rewrote fate. He's your sun. Your flame. Warmth.

Arms wrap around you from behind and you feel yourself pulled against a solid chest. Turning your head to the side, you find Sunwoo giving you his signature smirk. The smirk responsible for a thousand broken hearts, and maybe someday a thousand and one.

For now, you let yourself sink into his embrace. Feeling safe, secure, and most importantly, loved. Sunwoo is your person, just as much as you are his. Even if that changes in the future, you'll never regret him and what the two of you shared.

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papermatisse · 10 months ago

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apartment 5d || K.SW

♘ pairing: neighbor!sunwoo x f!neighbor!reader

♘ genre: fluff, crack

♘ word count: 8k

♘ warnings: cursing, slight suggestive scene (nothing too explicit), eavesdropping, cheating

♘ synopsis: (y/n) had just moved into the city and was still getting accustomed to the onslaught of noises all around, coming from both outside her apartment and within the building itself. through the thin walls of her new home, she becomes inadvertently invested in the lives of a couple who live just next door and seemingly don't know she can hear everything they say, as well as everything they do.

♘ (a/n): here comes year three of wishing one of my best friends a happy birthday via fanfic against her own will! happy bday @biaswreckingfics ! I hope you have an amazing day ❤️!

disclaimer I did not proofread this. thank you 👌

It's been a month since (y/n) first moved into the city. A month since she had taken the risk to abandon the life she had grown so accustomed to in search of something new. A month since she'd packed her bags and bid farewell to the town she'd known her whole life, to the people she had become well acquainted with in her years as a resident. A month since she found herself holed into this small, cheap apartment on the outskirts of the city. A month since her entire life had changed, and she's still speculating on whether or not it was for the better.

The city was definitely the change she had been seeking. A complete 180° from the small town life she'd always known, and she couldn't help but to draw comparisons between the two. For one, there was a constant white noise of clamor just outside her window. The sidewalks were almost always littered with people rushing to and fro to get through the day. While they seemingly each ignored one another in lieu of getting to their destination as swiftly as possible, there was somehow always overlapped and nonsensical chatter that drifted up to her apartment window. The monotony was always accompanied by the various mechanical acoustics of the vehicles which passed by, frequented by the honking of horns and the occasional holler.

At night, she'd lay there enviously yearning the life she abandoned. She reminisced on the sound of cicadas screeching in the daytime and grasshoppers chirping at night. The sounds of nature she took for granted. Instead of the songbirds which would greet her in the mornings with their lovely little melody, she was instead jostled awake by the violent caws of a crow which deemed it his responsibility to ruin her slumber any chance he got.

And if the outside were bad, the inside of her apartment wasn't any better.

Above her resided a tenant she could only assume was a 1950s housewife of some sort, given the 24/7 clacks of high heels rushing about through the apartment. It had become so frequent that (y/n) was sure she knew the exact layout of their residence—the clacks would travel to one area three times a day for meals, to another area which would follow the sound of water, and then would cease in another area for the night. Rather than feeling any sort of contempt for the tenant, (y/n) could only speculate how her feet were still in tact whilst wearing such torturous footwear.

The apartment below housed a tiny, aggressively angry dog, and (y/n) knows this because of the constant violent yaps the canine would emit quite frequently throughout the day, as it were his sole ambition in life to make everyone as miserable as he was. If it wasn't the crow, it was the dog seemingly waking her up, and at this point, (y/n) began to speculate that she was some sort of a Snow White character who only attracted the most demonic and hell-raising of creatures to be in her immediate vicinity.

To the right of her apartment was a tenant who played classical music aloud. The intricate melodies of a symphony wading through her apartment was a welcomed presence, even more so when she could make out the tenant’s live piano playing. It was nice, and she was glad to have situated her home office right against that wall of the apartment. It not only boosted her productivity, but it also served as a reprieve from all of the chaos that wreaked havoc in every other sector of her apartment.

Though it was the apartment to the left of her own that seemed to capture her attention most. The apartment that rested just alongside her bedroom wall. One that created the most clear vision of the tenants that resided there, to the point that (y/n) even knew their names. She knew their living situation fairly well, and she honestly believed that at this point she knew more of the people who lived there than their closest friends did. Purely because no couple in their right mind would act in such a way in front of people, which made it convenient to (y/n) to get to know their characters in such an intimate way.

“You inconsiderate son of a bitch.”

“What did I do now? What could POSSIBLY have angered you now?”

(y/n) grimaced as the arguing once more began, slowly shutting the book she'd been reading, knowing fully well that there'd be no space to concentrate once the two on the other side of the wall eventually get into it.

It's been a month since (y/n) first moved into her apartment, and a month since she'd come to learn about the couple who lived in apartment 5D.

The lady’s name was Renee, a name that is frequently uttered in irritation by the man. Her voice was thunderous yet shrill, rising in pitch whenever she got especially angry. She also had a penchant for expletives and has spewed out quite a few creative obscenities on the spot that has thoroughly impressed (y/n). Her grievances were the ones most often echoing through the apartments, exposing the raw and unfiltered personas of the couple to (y/n)’s ear, as if the plaster between them served as a confessional booth of sorts.

The man's name was Sunwoo, if his girlfriend's yelling were any indication of who the recipient was. Unlike Renee, his voice rarely ever reached her level. Yet his responses were incredibly sharp, oftentimes being the calming agent that settled these disputes. Or at least quells Renee’s burdens for the time being as she huffs off to another section of the apartment. (y/n) would hear Sunwoo’s tired sighs afterwards, oftentimes loud and defeated.

She found it odd that such a tumultuous and unhealthy dynamic still managed to remain as is. How they managed to remain together when every single time they met face to face, another shouting match commenced. (y/n) could feel herself crumbling with the weight of the ordeal and she wasn't even involved in the slightest. Though it did encourage her to invest in noise canceling headphones for when the yelling got more intense than usual.

A few days had passed since their last altercation, and (y/n) was both relieved, but also incredibly curious as to what could have happened to cause such silence in the apartment. From what she recalled during their last session, Renee had stormed off as she usually does at the end of their fights whenever Sunwoo snaps back and says something she can't refute. Nothing different had occurred, so what could have possibly prompted the radio silence on the other end?

She tried not to dwell. It was a rare and blissful peace that she had forgotten about: the ability to go to bed without being jostled awake by a sudden screaming match. A privilege she needed to take advantage of before things went awry once more. And she knew things would certainly go awry eventually. Though for the time being, (y/n) went about her life calmly.

There was still the bird outside her window who refused to settle for any sort of peace, no matter how much bread (y/n) offered as a bargain to quell the issue. There was still the dog downstairs who never seemed to quit making its presence known to the world, incessantly yapping away with little to no breaks in his schedule. There was still the lady upstairs seemingly performing a whole dance routine of sorts in the clunkiest heels humanly possible, practically ensuring (y/n) were to hear her every movement no matter where she went. And there was still classical music flooding the opposite half of her apartment whenever she walked by, more recently showcasing some Chopin pieces that spoke to (y/n)’s heart and offered just the smallest scrap of heaven in the fiasco surrounding her. But for the time being, the side of her apartment housing her bedroom was quiet, and she savored the moment for however long she could.

(y/n) found herself nestled into bed, quietly reading her book before the time to sleep came along. There was a tranquil peace lingering in the air, the mayhem outside gradually morphing into calming white noise as she grew more accustomed to the city and its multifaceted nature. Notes of her vanilla candle, long extinguished by now, still seemed to endure in the wake of its stint, and the soft glow of her bedside lamp basking her room in this gentle, orange hue brought a grin to (y/n)’s face. One she couldn't help but to embrace as she came to the realization that this apartment with all of its quirks and its flaws had finally started to feel like a home to her.

Wanting to bask in the afterglow of this revelation, (y/n) was pulled from her thoughts at the subtle shift in atmosphere, her hushed moment of mundanity now fading away as she attempted to zero in on what exactly had disrupted her.

A silence settled over the room, the muffled cacophony of activity outside being filtered out while (y/n) eyed the room carefully, as if scoping out for the source of whatever had suddenly occurred. Though she had a strong inkling that deep down she knew exactly where to search. As if on cue, there was another sound. So minuscule, yet it immediately drew (y/n) to turn around, facing the wall which separated her from apartment 5D.

Tentatively, she leaned forward against her better judgement, pressing her ear against the white expanse of the room. Muffled voices, speaking at a normal volume. Nothing out of the ordinary directly, though still strange given the inhabitants on the other side and their usual dynamic. Though there was this nagging voice biting at her conscience. Something felt… amiss. It rubbed her the wrong way, but for what reason?

Before she could even begin to decipher this feeling, there was a sudden shift in the narrative, one that completely perturbed (y/n) where she sat. At first it had been but a momentary jostle, a sound she may have misconstrued in her deep state of curiosity. Though then it happened again, and it had become an undeniable fact. The once muted laughter that traipsed through the thin walls, piquing (y/n)’s interest in the lack of tension radiating over to her side through the sheer ire the two shared for one another, had slowly morphed into this unmistakable cadence that had not only (y/n) feeling flushed, but also had the entire room blushing at the turn of events.

Never before had her walls felt so thin, to the point that she could hear every creak of a bedframe, hushed whispers and moans exchanged between the two lovers in the apartment next door. A newfound intimacy that on any other occasion would have had (y/n) applauding the two for finally making up, but currently as she was being inadvertently exposed to such an exchange, she was wholly uncomfortable and found herself seeking refuge on her couch for the night, wiping away the memory through the soft tunes playing from her noise canceling headphones.

A few days had passed since the night that her neighbors had finally made amends. As if by some force of nature, it had gone radio silent all this time, with not even a single breath to be heard. Perhaps they'd felt guilty for having unwittingly forced such an act of voyeurism unto her, but no matter the reason, (y/n) was truly grateful for the silence that now greeted her at night.

With her newfound vigor, (y/n) had found herself taking walks every other morning. The sun had felt somehow warmer, the breeze that blew by felt cooler, and even the sparse trees that lined the concrete expanse of the city felt greener and perhaps even livelier. Friendly faces came few and far, though when they did, she couldn't help but to reciprocate the greeting, offering a smile of her own as she wandered around aimlessly until finally approaching the apartment building again.

Before she could pull open the door, a voice suddenly called out to her.

“Excuse me! Can you hold that door for me?”

Turning around, (y/n) had at first been hit with a sense of familiarity, as if a long lost friend had finally returned, though when she finally came face to face with the person, she was left completely and utterly blank.

Aside from the fact that she'd never met this man before, she felt her mind spiraling into nothingness upon being suddenly attacked by this male reincarnation of Aphrodite. He exuded this inherent confidence as he strode her way, a casual gait even as he lugged a duffel bag and suitcase with surprising ease given his lean build. His plush lips pulled back into a charming smirk as he slipped into the building, a soft thank you coming from him and further demonstrating the low timbre of his voice.

She would have remained standing there, perpetually awestruck by the encounter with the gorgeous man, but when she turned, he was still there, seemingly waiting for her with a gentle quirk of his head.

“Oh, no problem at all!” She quickly responded, shutting the door behind her and shuffling forward alongside him. They walked in sync, both headed towards the elevator.

“Are you new around here?” The stranger asked, his eyes still seemingly insistent on staring at her. His big, round, warm, coffee tinted, glistening eyes that had her once more in a daze, thinking of more ways to describe this man's mesmerizing gaze. “I only ask because I haven't seen you around.”

“Yes, I just moved in a little over a month ago, actually.” The elevator had opened just as they reached it, some tenants pouring out of the vessel to go about their day, leaving (y/n) and the man to themselves as they entered. Wordlessly, she pressed the fifth floor.

“You just moved in last month and we live on the same floor? Have I been living under a rock?”

“No, apparently you've been living on the fifth floor.” It was a stupid response, but it was enough to garner a chuckle out of the man, which in her book felt like the most gratuitous victory she'd ever achieved. “I've mainly kept to myself so I wouldn't blame you for not seeing me.”

“I'm the same way. This was actually the first time I traveled out of the city ever since I moved her.” He gestured to the bags laid out around him on the floor. “My mom has been insisting I visit her, so I thought there's no better time than the present.”

“That was my thought process when I first decided to even move into the city.”

“How has it been treating you so far?” (y/n) sighed at his question, picking apart her brain for the proper way to describe her new life without delving too deep into it, considering this was merely a formality type conversation given their situation.

“It has its pros and its cons. I'm still getting used to things around here, but it's not so bad.” She took a brief pause as she mindlessly glanced at the floor sign, just reaching floor three. “The neighbors can be a bit rowdy, but it's nothing some noise canceling headphones action can't solve”

“I didn't realize it was that bad,” he laughed, beginning to pick up his bags as the fifth floor neared. “I guess it's convenient I'm the last door in the hall. Not stuck between two other apartments.”

By now, the elevator had dinged, and the doors slid open to reveal the plain, white washed walls of the fifth floor. He allowed (y/n) to leave the elevator first, falling after as they walked down the hall. She stopped at her apartment, the humble little 5C, and she glanced over at the man as he stopped at 5D. Suddenly, her mind had begun churning out thoughts once more, cleared from the delirium the man had instilled upon her with his visuals. Though now, her brain was working faster than she'd had preferred.

“Sunwoo?” Before she could catch her herself, she had already called out his name. He paused, looking over at her with a pleasantly surprised expression, lips tugging up into another smirk, though this one wholly amused.

“You know my name.” A simple statement, one that was more intrigued than anything else, but (y/n) had felt her eyes widen with the name that had come out of her mouth.

“I'm sorry, I'm not a stalker or anything.” She began, eyes darting away from his and to the oak door of her own apartment. “It's just thin walls, so I can occasionally hear voices.” Tentatively, she glanced back at Sunwoo, now with an unreadable expression. Again, not disgust towards her. Just… monotonous. Almost zoning out as she spoke, though still very much so listening. “I'm not an eavesdropped either. I don't mean to listen, it just happens.” This time, she cringed at her words, wanting to just slip into her apartment and act like nothing happened. But she just kept talking. “If it's any consolation, I'm glad to hear you guys are doing well again! You know, the thing that happened earlier this week with the…” Her tongue stopped before she could clarify any further, pursing her lips together into a thin line and looking at Sunwoo once more, though this time, his expression truly had shifted from its prior monotony. Now, he looked perplexed. Eyebrows raised, jaw tightened. There was this spark in his eye, though (y/n) became more so distracted by the twitch that ensued before she could decipher that fleeting spark. “I'll get going now.”

Dread.

It was the predominant feeling that had now taken over her body. As if the optimism that had temporarily filled her days with light and happiness and all but dissipated in lieu of this heavy, unforgiving emotion weighing down upon her. Her thoughts revolved around the conversation earlier, regretting every word that spilled from her mouth. Sunwoo’s expression felt cemented into her brain, that final look of disdain as she continued to talk.

Of course he'd be pissed. She just outright confessed to having listened in in his tumultuous relationship, to the point that she had even gotten his name down. What a fantastic first impression, and perhaps the last to be quite honest. She'd only just met him a few hours ago, but he would probably avoid her like the plague from here on out. And she wouldn't blame him.

Beyond the dread of it all, there was this ache in her heart. A twinge of remorse. The familiar feeling of going head first into something that could've been amazing, only for it to come back and hit you. It was silly, but (y/n) really had played a bit into her fantasies. Imagining a meet cute with a city boy, especially one as gorgeous as Sunwoo. He'd take her out to the hottest parts of the city, showing her all the greatest hole in the wall restaurants, staring at the moon on the fire escape cozied together while the city thrived beneath them. It was fanciful and unrealistic, but there really was a moment where she truly thought Sunwoo could be the boy of her dreams. Only for that fantasy to be crushed within minutes of meeting.

As if to twist the knife in her heart, she heard a door open. Not in her apartment, but in 5D.

“Hey, you're back early.” Renee’s voice spoke. It was surprising to hear her sound so civil, but given how the two had made up, it was only expected that this would now be the content she hears henceforth. “Why didn't you text me? How'd it go?”

“It was fine.” Sunwoo responded, though his voice was cold, lacking that easy-going lilt he had with (y/n) in the elevator. She was curious, but she didn't want to dwell on it, instead already moving around to get up and stay in the living room for a bit. Before she could stand, however, Sunwoo abruptly continued on. “Who did you have in my apartment a few days ago?”

(y/n)’s breath had halted as she froze in her spot. It felt as if she'd been caught doing something wrong, though that couldn't be the case. Cautiously returning to her prior position in bed, she waited for Renee’s response.

“What are you talking about?” It was somewhat delayed, just a second longer than it should have been.

“You know what I mean. Don't make me repeat myself.”

(y/n) turned her head, pressing her ear against the wall to better hear them. At this point now, the guilt commonly associated with eavesdropping had long died, now fully invested in whatever was about to happen.

“I don't know. I don't have time for this nonsense. I come back from work to greet my boyfriend and–”

“Renee.” Sunwoo’s voice dripped with disdain, this hostile edge that brought the conversation to a sudden halt. An uncomfortable silence settled over the apartments, and (y/n) held her breath for Sunwoo's next move. “I leave for a week to visit my mother. I entrust you with taking care of things here. And the minute I leave, you decide to cheat on me?”

(y/n)’s eyes widened, hand clamping over her mouth to silence any imminent gasp that would have slipped past her lips. A cold chill settled in her blood, numbing parts of her body with this overwhelming anxiety that rooted her in her place.

“I did not cheat on you! Don't accuse me of something when you–”

“I already know, so it won't do you any good to gaslight me further than you already have.” There was another brief silence between the two, only to be interrupted by the first sniffle.

“Sunwoo, I would never try to hurt you! It was a moment of weakness! I regretted it the minute it happened. I don't know what came over me. Please, you have to forgive me.”

“Renee, please leave.” By now, Renee:s sniffling had become full blown sobbing, mumbling continuous and incomprehensible nonsense regarding forgiveness and regret. Though (y/n) could mentally picture the scene inside just from the noises that had become acutely familiar to her.

Sunwoo walking into the bedroom being followed by Renee as her cries traveled about the apartment. A dresser drawer being yanked open, only for Renee’s cries to grow even more intense. The closet door opening with its telltale creaking noise that always accompanied it. Hangers jostled about for some time, and then there was a heavy thud followed by the sound of wheels on the floorboards. All the while, with these various acoustics, Renee just wept and wept with no end. In a way, it tugged at (y/n)’s heartstrings, but if what Sunwoo had deduced from (y/n)’s slip up earlier were truly a fact, then she held no sympathy for a cheater.

“You can get the rest of your stuff throughout the week, preferably when I'm at work.” Sunwoo spoke, voice tired and exasperated, though Renee’s shrill response came almost immediately, just as garbled as it had been for the past few minutes.

“I don't want to go. Don't let me go. I'm sorry. Please.” Reminiscent of a petulant child who didn't get exactly what they wanted. Words slurring together, forced out through the onslaught of tears that had weakened her vocal chords by now.

“I already talked to your mother before you came home. She's expecting you. Please leave now.” Somehow that seemed to do the trick, as the crying slowly faded from the scene. A door closed, sending the neighboring apartment into complete nothingness. Vaguely, (y/n) could hear Renee going down the hall towards the elevator, still crying, though nothing sounded from Sunwoo’s side. She couldn't make out anything he was doing. Though perhaps that was for the best.

With the climax of the event having subsided, the atmosphere once more settling to what it had been previously, the guilt of having listened in on their entire breakup now dawned upon (y/n), and she reclined into bed, turning off the bedside lamp and shutting her eyes, hoping to forget everything and rid herself of the regret plaguing her mind.

This was a bad idea. This was a certifiably bad idea. The urge to run away and hide in her apartment was strong, but it was far too late now considering she'd just finished knocking on the door. The last thing she wanted was to ding-dong ditch this guy who had gone through such a traumatic event less than 24 hours ago. Though she was still debating the semantics of whether it would be beneficial for him to see the face of the woman who essentially drove the stake into his relationship. Perhaps it was best to retreat and act like nothing happened.

Before she could make her move to evacuate the situation, the door creaked open, unveiling a tired and broken looking Sunwoo. He seemed drained, as if the lively color that had made up his person just the day before had now been depleted into a sickly dullness. Darkness encircled his eyes from lack of sleep, though a tinge of redness in their whites indicated the tears he'd expelled that night in lieu of sleep. His body hunched over itself, having to lean onto the doorframe as support whilst simultaneously using the door as a crutch.

“Hi,” (y/n) began, voice tentatively lowered as if to not startle him away.

“Hey.”

It was a curt response, one weak and gravelly from misuse. It was enough to show (y/n) that he had gone through a lot, and the guilt once more ate away at her. She debated on how to proceed with this, stringing together different combinations of words to express herself to him, but nothing felt right. Nothing felt appropriate for him, nor for the situation at hand.

Sunwoo began shifting, pushing himself off the doorframe to open the door wider, granting (y/n) open access to his apartment.

“Come in?”

She was hesitant, glancing back at him as if to confirm this is what he really wanted, though after being met with his indifferent countenance, she deemed it safe to enter.

His apartment was very much so a reflection of her own. The rooms and furnishings were reversed with the kitchen on the right of the entry’s hallway instead of left. To the left was where the bedroom resided, where it shared the wall with her own bedroom. Though as fascinated as she was by this, she kept to herself and merely followed Sunwoo to the kitchen where he got to making the two of them coffee.

There was an eerie silence that settled over the apartment, even as he toiled away at the counter. A strange emptiness that presumably Renee had filled in, though now felt almost barren.

“I can't even begin to tell you how sorry I am.” (y/n) spoke softly, wary of her voice would carry in the still room. Sunwoo let out an amused scoff.

“You heard everything?” He asked.

“A little bit…”

“So why are you apologizing?” He turned around, sliding her a mug of coffee while opting to stand and drink his. He leant against the counter, his coffee just beneath his chin, letting the best radiate up and warm his face. “If anything, I should be thanking you.” He took a sip of his beverage, meanwhile letting (y/n) to stew upon his words for a brief moment. “Who knows how long this has been going on. Or how much longer it could've gone. All without my knowing of it.”

An understanding settled upon (y/n), and she felt the tension leaving her body as she relaxed into her seat. It's true. Renee had been cheating on Sunwoo, taking advantage of his absence to do such a despicable thing. Had it not been for (y/n) and her incessant talking met with her unintentional listening, Sunwoo may have never known. He may have continued with the relationship, or whatever you would call their dynamic. Screaming matches every night, hateful comments thrown back and forth, an ongoing Cold War that at any time could blow up in their faces. (y/n) put an end to that. She was the spark that incited this whole chain of events which led Sunwoo to where he was now.

“You're already aware, but… things had gone bad ages ago. I don't even remember how it started. But next thing you know, it was just arguing every single day. Sometimes for no reason. It was awful. I knew I should've ended it by now, but it was so difficult.” He was staring off into space as he spoke, though then turned his head down towards his drink. “I kept remembering the good times we shared. The memories we made. The life we built together. I kept thinking it would eventually pass and we could return to how it was.” Sunwoo took a deep breath and continued. “Weeks had gone by and at that point, I realized how toxic we had become. I mean, I haven't even spoken to my friends in months because of my relationship with Renee. When she started distancing herself from me, I realized how… alone I had become. How isolating a relationship can be. I had no one to turn to.” Sunwoo paused before offering a slight chuckle. “You're actually the first person to enter this apartment since Renee and I started living here. Well, aside from the guy Renee cheated on me with.”

It was a bitter comment, but it was enough to get (y/n) to start laughing, and soon Sunwoo followed suit. It wasn't anything hilarious, though just the way these circumstances played out that seemed so utterly bizarre and unfortunate that one couldn't help but to use comedy as an escape of sorts.

“I did think it was a bit weird that just after you guys argued, you were suddenly in bed together. I just thought that meant less arguing for me to hear.”

Sunwoo's laughter slowly quelled into a gentle smile, a satisfied hum expelling from him as a response. When the silence of the room returned, it didn't feel as heavy as it had before. It felt neutral. A comfortable sort of atmosphere. One that didn't need Renee to bring activity to it. One simply at ease as is.

“Thank you,” Sunwoo spoke softly, finally meeting (y/n)’s gaze. His eyes were glassy, a fond smile stretched upon his face. He looked… relieved. At peace for perhaps the first time in a long while.

“No need to thank me,” (y/n) responded, grinning back at him. Her heart felt healed just by seeing his calm expression, as though her impromptu visit was actually necessary for him. His words returned to her, regarding how different his life had become when Renee came into the picture. An indignant feeling rose within her at the woman who had tortured Sunwoo in such a way, and an idea soon sparked in her head. “If you do want to repay me, however, how about you show me around the city? I'm still new, so I'd like a tour from someone who has experience in this regard.”

His trademark smirk once more tugged at his lips, and for a brief moment, (y/n) could see the Sunwoo she had met the day before. The suave and charismatic man who had captured her attention with his breathtaking existence. The one who glowed with life and vigor, practically a walking embodiment of the sun in his unbridled radiance. And even after such a tumultuous break up and in the midst of grieving, he still managed to show glimpses of his lively self still thriving somewhere within him.

“Sounds like a plan.”

“Are you alright?” Sunwoo’s concerned voice captured (y/n)’s attention as she blinked away the delirium slowly seeping into her vision. Glancing over at said man confirmed her suspicions. His brows curved in worry, a pout settling on his lips, nervous eyes scanning over her features to discern her sobriety.

“I'm fine, I'm just a little tired and a little tipsy, nothing bad.” It was true, she was just feeling drowsy at the moment, though that didn't settle well with Sunwoo who had already turned to their bunch of friends seated around them.

“I'm going to take her home, is that alright?” He announced, already beginning to gather their stuff. Everyone nodded, all mumbling words of confirmation. Sunwoo had now turned to her, staring down with a dopey smile as he held out his hands. Instinctively, (y/n) accepted his offer, allowing him to pull her to her feet. After waving goodbye to everyone, they headed out of the lounge, and into the busy streets of the city. Even at this hour, the nightlife was bustling and hectic. It was astonishing to see, even after a year of living here.

After a brief cab drive back to the apartment and an elevator trip up, (y/n) was finally back at her apartment, sighing aloud at the relief of being back home. Pictures now lined the walls, showcasing friends and family and all of her cherished memories. By the windows were plants, potted and hanging, vines dangling forth and encompassing that entire sector of her home. Along the many surfaces of her apartment was clutter and knick knacks from old magazines to finds at the thrift store she couldn't bear to leave behind to just cool rocks she found along her route.

She collapsed onto her an unceremonious huff, spread out along its plush exterior and embracing the peace and comfort her apartment provided. A peace and comfort she worked tirelessly to achieve. Though she couldn't take all the credit to herself.

“Here, drink.” There was a soft clink of glass along wood that drew her eyes to the coffee table where Sunwoo had placed her water. He sat at the other end of the sofa, taking out his phone to pass the time as (y/n) got herself situated.

Sunwoo had become a surprising, yet welcomed addition to her daily life. What had started as a simple tour around the city soon became adventures finding the most niche and worthy hole-in-the-wall restaurants the city had to offer. And soon, a beautiful friendship had blossomed.

“You know today is a special day.” She hummed in response, allowing him to continue. “It's been a year since I first met you.”

She blinked in wonderment, not having expected something so sentimental to come out of Sunwoo’s mouth. A smile had spread across her face as she slowly sat up to face him.

“Really?” He nodded with a grin of his own, putting his phone away to face her as well.

“Yeah. In the elevators.” The memory has come rushing back to (y/n), recalling how smitten she had been for Sunwoo, and then how mortified she had become upon realizing he was the apartment 5D tenant. “I had just come back from visiting my mom's. I was dreading coming back to be honest. I didn't want to see… Æthelred the Unready.”

(y/n) snorted, covering her mouth with her hand. It was a silly, nonsensical codename used when helping Sunwoo to move on from his previous relationship. (y/n) thought using an alias would prevent him from relapsing in the recovery process. Though it's been ages since they mentioned the dreaded name, both official and fake.

“But then I saw you. You were a new face. Refreshing. Something different in that monotonous life I was trapped in.” He leaned his head back along the couch, eyes drifting up to the ceiling as he continued to recall the past. “I thought you were nice and friendly, so you were definitely not from the city. Again, I thought that was refreshing.” There was a pause before Sunwoo chuckled to himself. “And then that's when you said the thing.”

(y/n) cringed, groaning into the cushions and about to defend herself, but Sunwoo continued.

“At that point, I knew you had to have been heaven sent. Like my own guardian angel. Because nobody from the city would outright say anything like that. They wouldn't care. They wouldn't pay any mind. Had it been anyone else, I could've been stuck in that relationship for who knows how long, literally unaware of what she was doing behind my back.”

“I have faith you would've ended it on your own even without my help.”

“I don't think so. It was a really scary time for me. I had become codependent on her. I'm pretty sure I would've ignored all the red flags. More than there already were.” Before (y/n) could urge him to move past this discussion, lest he linger too long on this former, detrimental relationship of his, he had changed the subject on his own. “Tomorrow will be the day we became friends. When you came over to my apartment to apologize, and then we set up our city tour.”

“That's so cool that you remembered that.” (y/n) mumbled, still leant against the back of the sofa watching Sunwoo reminisce on their history. “What else do you remember?”

“I remember everything with you.” He replied. “Next week will be when you insisted I call up my old friends.”

“And look where that got you. We just finished hanging out with them. I told you they wouldn't be upset at you.”

It was true. Sunwoo had been terrified to reconnect with his friends after having ghosted them essentially upon his ex’s insistence. The only ones who gave him a hard time were Chanhee and Eric. Eric just wanted to poke fun at him and make him play hard to get, though he had discretely accepted Sunwoo’s request the moment he answered the phone. Chanhee was just because he didn't want Sunwoo and his “annoying ass antics” back in his life, but Sunwoo managed to weasel his way back either way.

“I'm still debating if it was good to call Chanhee. He keeps demanding I buy him lunch every week as repayment for ghosting him.”

“Chanhee does that to everyone, he just gives them a different excuse every time. Last week he made me pay for his lunch because we accidentally wore the same shirt.” Sunwoo laughed, loud and boisterous, prompting (y/n) to follow suit.

“I'm not paying for his lunch anymore.”

“You will, he always manages to swindle people.” She reached out and patted his arm. “What next?”

“Hmm… Next month is when you helped me move out of here so I don't get any memories of Æthelred the Unready.” Again, the name caught her off guard and she found herself laughing all over again, even with the bittersweet memory of Sunwoo leaving.

They had only just became friends, hanging out all the time and visiting one another every single second of the day. Even at night, just before she'd fall asleep, he'd give a little knock on the wall that separated them, and she'd respond back with a knock on her side. It was comforting. It was a nice dynamic she had gotten far too used to, because the next sequence of her plan in helping Sunwoo move on was for him to abandon all things Æthelred the Unready related. That meant the clothes she left behind, pictures of the two of them, trinkets that reminded him of her, and at the end of it all, the apartment itself. (y/n) had a harder time letting it go than he did, trying to get him to delay the move just by a few weeks, but it was no use. His lease was already ending, so moving out seemed as good an option as any to him.

His new apartment wasn't too far from her own, and he still wound up visiting her as much as he could, so she did feel a little silly crying as she brought his boxes up to his new place, as if bidding farewell to a soldier off to war.

“I still think it was dumb,” (y/n) replied, frowning at the memory. “It was redundant given you're here all the time either way.”

“Yeah, but it's in your apartment. With only you to greet me. No bad memories. You replaced them all.” His voice had softened, low enough for only her ears to hear. At the change in atmosphere, (y/n) found herself hesitant to meet his eyes again, instead staring out at her glass of water condensing by the second, droplets clinging to the glass exterior and sliding down onto her coffee table.

“What happened next?” She asked, leaning forward to retrieve a coaster and preserve the sanctity of her coffee table. Surely not to derail Sunwoo from his perceived intentions.

“A week after I moved out was when we went to that carnival. The one that was like… crawling with clowns.”

“That was so unnecessary!” She hissed out, grimacing at the memory of that hellscape of a carnival and its infestation of clowns of all varieties. As she grimaced at the memory, Sunwoo merely laughed at her misery. Though she wanted to glare at him for his teasing, she was glad to see that he had assumed his normal persona, and she felt successful in having redirected the conversation.

“What happened after that?”

“I told you I liked you for the first time.” Shit. She spoke too soon.

It had been off handed, something he mentioned in passing as he dropped her off at her apartment. It felt so casual she nearly missed it. Though when she looked up, there was this undeniable tenderness in his eyes. Those big, brown eyes that always caught her off guard. And just as always, she averted her gaze, merely wishing him a good night before retreating into her apartment, pretending it had never happened.

‘It was too soon,’ she had insisted. ‘He was still in the mourning process. He wasn't ready.’

She didn't know how to respond, though that seemingly didn't perturb Sunwoo who just moved on.

“A few weeks after, you bought me that instant coffee machine. We spent hours testing out all the flavors.”

A giggle escaped her lips, remembering the chaos of drinking nearly ten cups of coffee.

“I don't think any human being should be capable of having that much caffeine in their body in one sitting.” She commented.

“It was a few weeks after that when we took that road trip with the gang.”

A fond smile spread on her face as she recalled that time. Everyone shoved into various vehicles, driving for hours together to reach their camping site. A lakeside front with a handful of cabins nestled into the woods. Everyone enjoying themselves, swimming and roasting marshmallows and staying up all night watching movies.

“That was so fun.”

“Yeah. The day after we arrived was the second time I confessed to you.” Damn it. Caught off guard once more. This time, (y/n) did meet his gaze, where he was already staring back at her, a neutral expression across his face.

It had been when the others had all gone inside to their designated cabins, but (y/n) wanted one more marshmallow. Sunwoo stayed behind to keep her company, and to help extinguish the fire after. The night was still, the a half moon shone down on them, wispy clouds drifting overhead and shielding the stars above. Crickets filled the white noise of the area, accompanied by the crackling wood of the dying fire, all while (y/n) desperately sought out the last few flames to heat her marshmallow. And once more, as casual as can be, Sunwoo confessed to her. As if it were as natural as breathing. As if he hadn't almost given her a heart attack, nearly making her lose her marshmallow.

His eyes had been so earnest, practically pleading with her, yet she once more dismissed him, having quickly shoved the s'mores in her mouth and scuttled off to her cabin with a muffled goodnight.

Meeting his eyes once more felt surreal. There was no longer that ambitious glint that had been present that very night, though instead a calm and collected gaze steadily trained on her. She reached over to her water to take a sip, delaying the inevitable as much as she could. She couldn't run away now. He had cornered her in her apartment. She should've known, but he always managed to catch her when she least expected it. This time trapping her in her own home so she couldn't run off. He was expecting an answer, and she was already trying to scheme ways of leaving.

“You were healing…” (y/n) insisted with a cautious tone, unsure of how to broach the subject at hand as she had always managed to avoid it previously.

“(y/n), I was over Renee weeks before I met you.” His response came unexpectedly, curt and to the point, no space for arguing. “You were the one who gave me the clarity to take the next step I needed to. I was in a loveless relationship that I had already moved on from. I was just trapped, and you helped me.” He shifted ever so slightly, gently skimming his fingers along (y/n)’s arm to draw her back to him. “You don't have to wort about me. You never did. I always appreciated your concern, but please know I'm okay. I'm healed.” His hand now encompassed her bicep, gently pulling her closer to him. His other hand reached up towards her face, carefully turning her head to face him properly. “You can stop running away from me now.”

(y/n) was surprised to say the least. It was a given that she had been running away, though through the inflection in his voice, she knew he didn't mean it in a physical sense. He knew she was running away from her emotions. He knew she had been redirecting her own growing affections towards him, instead hiding behind the guise of helping him through his breakup. He knew it all. And she could no longer hide.

The look in his eyes felt so utterly honest, his words equally genuine. He had laid himself out before her, time and time again, patiently waiting for her to accept him. And the realization had absolutely awed her. The fact that it wasn't her waiting for him, though him waiting for her. She had been running away this whole time, and he had been chasing closely behind.

“(y/n), I love you.”

Love.

He loved her.

Every other time he confessed, he had always said liked. Though now, knowing fully well the impact of his words, laying out his cards for her to accept him as is, he confessed his love for her.

Their history flitted past her eyes like a movie, all the memories he brought back to the forefront of her mind showcasing the happiness he brought her, the way he changed her life for the better, the myriad of emotions that ran through her being whenever he was around. And she realized why he had confessed his love for her of all things.

Because this entire time, from the very moment she met him to the present, she had liked him back.

“I love you, too.”

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omg this is such a nice reblog to read after a very stressful study session thank you so much for your support on this work and anticipating the future works 😭 all these compliments as well ahhhh 🥹 honestly all thoughts here are welcomed, thank you so much for sharing them hehe 🤭

show you the stars | the boyz kim sunwoo

“Why's my girl misbehaving today, hm? Shouldn’t you be nice to the birthday boy?”

pairing » the boyz kim sunwoo x fem!reader

trope/au » friends to lovers, (or should i say...) 'friends' to lovers, situationship (?), non-idol au!

genre » very suggestive!! (as compared to my other one), it's kinda fluffy uwu (everyone act surprised), a dash of angst, dom!sunwoo at times, sub!sunwoo at other times, kim sunwoo being whipped and sweet for you, but he's also flustered, he's flirting with you, reader is a bit of a tease and is confident, you're also flustered at times, sunwoo loves you and you love him (again, act surprised), finding love and comfort in each other after past relationships, kim sunwoo who just wants to be close to you

word count, estimated reading time » 4987, 18 mins

warnings (lmk if i missed anything!) » very suggestive!!, dom! and sub!sunwoo, mentions of unhealthy past relationships, a ton of kissing, making out, marking (teeth and kiss marks; reader receiving), pet names (baby boy, baby girl), reader licks cream off sunwoo, sunwoo licking cream off reader's neck and collarbones, sunwoo is physically bigger and taller, reader has medium to long hair, HIGHLY suggestive at the end, rapid proofread once

navi/masterlist!! 🤍

happy birthday to (one of) the loml 🥰

uhm...

yeah...

so!...yeah...

i'm just gonna go...

The delightful aroma of your hard work fills the volume of Sunwoo’s apartment easily. You've been chopping, stirring and sizzling ingredients for the last two hours, excited for the first birthday that you'll spend together with him.

To elaborate on your relationship with Sunwoo, you're ‘friends’. The explanation would give most people deadpanned looks, accompanied by the raised eyebrows that would follow. Otherwise, others would only facepalm at the stupidity that you both seem to obviously share. Anyone could tell that with the way that you both would drop any conversation that you're in or literally drop the paper cup in your hand whenever the other comes into even slightly just their peripheral vision, that you're more than the label that you both have decided to nonverbally settle for now.

Like your best friend from diapers would say, there's no way those kisses on the forehead, trailing down side to side across your eyelids, back medially down the slope of your nose, along the underside of your jawline, were things that ‘friends do’. Not with the way that Sunwoo would subtly slide his palm down from the comfort of your back to cup one of your bottom cheeks, smirking when he feels the heat radiating from your cheeks.

And for you? You can't help but feel the disappointment in your chest whenever he passes the quiet but rapid breathing of your lips whenever he bypasses them to work on that sensitive spot on your neck, sometimes whispering compliments to the shell of your eyes with that husky, low voice of his—but well, it's not like that anymore.

Friends don’t look at each other’s orbs and are so immersed that they say “I miss you” in the most dewy, honey-dripping voice. In public where they're most disciplined, they don't hold each other’s hands while walking, a thumb smoothing over the other when they’re just walking along the empty night street or the aisle of the grocery store.

Friends don't give each other their spare apartment keys or sweep them off their feet as soon as the front door opens, distracting their worries and other thoughts by locking lips with each other. You would never let any of your other friends carry you in their arms and pull the same blanket that they will use in the night over your body. In the same way, you would never snuggle to the warmth of the person next to you, kissing them a sweet “good night” and “thank you”.

But knowing the manipulation and tears from your past relationship, none of you could bear to address the looming label that others already deem you as. Sunwoo is too scared to ask too, going through the same thing from his past relationship. Through the healing of the break-up that you both had in your respective lives, came the comfort that the other’s lips would give, and he would chase that feeling from you over and over again.

You're okay with how things are now. You respect him and you don’t want to push him or the title that you personally want to have with him. For now, you decided that actions will speak louder than words and when the right time comes, you both will address it without the influence of the outside world.

Today is just one of those days that you use your spare key to use Sunwoo’s kitchen to cook up a little feast. The dining table is decorated with a vase of roses in the middle as you hop between the stove and make sure everything looks presentable. The light dimming system of his house is perfect for the shooting star projector that you aim towards a blank wall. You're satisfied with all the preparation for the main meals, making sure that the moment he walks in through the door, you can cook and plate it up swiftly while it’s still freshly pipping hot.

“Oh gosh,” you're proud of your efforts with the vanilla whipped cream for his cake. “I'm a genius.” You sang variations of the phrase to yourself.

Curse your horrible time management skills because the clock in front of you only reminds you that you have little time until the main key is used on the front door. The sponge cake is assembled quickly, with a thin layer of crumb coating and cooling before you make the smooth layer of cream at the end topped with some chocolate and strawberries.

You stepped back to admire your work, making sure the fruit was on the perfect slope and that the chocolate bar next to it complemented the negative space around the centrepiece. Your hand under the cake was about to slip when you heard the keys rattling from outside and you swore the fridge door hated you by how you had a hard time opening it.

On the other hand, Sunwoo could smell your home-cooked meal a few doors down the hallway. His stomach only grumbled in anticipation but his heart was jumping at the thought of you greeting him behind the door. The smile on his face grew, his overgrown bangs tickling his eyelids with his rushed footsteps towards the door.

The sweet scent of your perfume is what he manages to pick up first, and he remembers how his time was well spent when he was shopping for the bottle for you.

“I'm home.” Something that he has always loved to say, hating the lack of light in his house after a long day at work. His fingers were about to switch the light on but your shout stops him halfway.

Your body crashed against his before he could comprehend. Sunwoo groans a little at how his back hit the door behind him but his palms settled on your hips lovingly while your arms were wrapped around his middle, face hidden to his chest, nose inhaling your favourite cologne.

Chuckling at your small apology, his fingers raised to tug at the hair tie around your ponytail. He tugs down on the elastic, now savouring the scent of your perfume and shampoo. It left you goosebumps with the way Sunwoo massaged your scalp, his other hand untucking his tight shirt that he gave you, from your skirt so that the pad of his thumb could feel your skin better.

“Happy birthday, baby boy,” exhaling at the gentle swipes of his thumb on your waist.

“Thank you, baby girl,” trailing kisses from the top of your head to the side of your head. You tried to escape from the ticklish feeling but his arm wrapped around you, keeping your lower bodies flush against each other, “Where do you think you're going?”

You giggle at his lips down the side of your face, his breaths reaching the crook of your neck as he takes comfort there. It's only now that you realise the fabric of his material, is no longer the white collared polyester. Your heated cheeks brushed against the metal around his neck and Sunwoo could feel the start of your complaints from your deep inhale.

So he closes the gap and kisses you to quiet you down.

He ignores the little muted surprised sound from you, pulling away only slightly to smirk at you before diving in deeper. His palm grips on the curve of your waist, keeping you in control. He whispers for you to pull him closer by the neck and he knows the roll of your eyes isn't an indication of annoyance. Your lips danced between his, a hand over his nape to pull him down, your other palm cupping his cheek as you tried to control his hunger for you.

“Sunwoo,” Slightly out of breath, “What are you wearing?”

As if he didn't see the deadpanned look on your face when he decides to give your poor lungs a break, he leisurely answers, “This is the suit and tie of someone who decided to leave the desk early,” fingers hooking around the metal chain around his neck whilst simultaneously peering down at you with a raised eyebrow and a smirk, “so that he could look hot for his birthday and his girl.”

You couldn't deny that. Shamelessly, you let your eyes roam over the somewhat tight shirt that he has. His pectoral muscles are defined with the grey stretchy fabric and the silver accessory around him only made him all the more irresistible. Kim Sunwoo knows how to make you swoon, styling his hair lazily with his strands covering his field of view.

Sunwoo makes it known that your stare is invited, loving the attention that his special day gets him. You're looking at him so delicately that his smug confidence falters into a softer look. His lips form a straight line but the moment your eyes meet his, there's a deep resonating chuckle from his chest, a happiness that spreads to you.

“Let's go eat?” With an affirmative hum and a quick peck, Sunwoo lets your body go and links with your palm, letting you guide him deeper into his house.

As soon as his eyes take a glance at your work, he's momentarily still. From the tablecloth draped over his table to the stars on his wall when he realises, you remember his wish to make a wish to the star. He's always found the idea to be a bit innocent, unlike his relationship with you but the fact that you kept it in mind, and how his grip on your hand only tightens, tells everyone that Kim Sunwoo is ready for more.

He daydreams of a day when he would kiss you awake, and how you're the last voice he would hear before falling asleep. How you'll greet him when he opens the door and kisses all over his face and more. How he’ll be able to spend his money spoiling you instead of only spending it on himself. How you’ll be his number one and how you’ll be his. These thoughts have roamed his head for a very long time and he used to keep it in, hide it for the sake of not ruining whatever you two have.

But with the way that you would kiss his nape as a greeting whenever he would be sitting down in front of you, or the way you would sit down on his lap and crane his neck up to meet his lips with yours. How the heated sessions would only flare up more when he sneaks his fingers around the band of your bra, and the whole intimacy that you show each other—Kim Sunwoo is undoubtedly in love with you.

Besides the intimacy, it’s the things you do for him. Namely, it’s the view of his house right now and the welcoming scent of his favourite food that you prepared for him. It’s even more precious to Sunwoo as he knows that you do this even when it isn’t a special day. You have done this whenever he would hint how much he misses you and you would show up to mend his tired heart the next minute. It’s not just the kisses and skin on skin. If you stopped guiding him to his designated chair and looked back at him right now, you would see that lovesick look on his face.

Sunwoo offers to clean up the space whilst you’re cooking but you quickly refuse, saying that he should take a rest, even if it’s for a while. After a few tries, Sunwoo finally listens to you, sitting down where you want him to. He takes this time to admire your decorations, snapping electronic memories of his surroundings and taking extra shots of the wall that seem so much more inviting with the video of falling lights.

His eyes are stuck there, entranced by the view. You see from across the room how he readjusts his position and closes his eyes. Your heart swells with that, keeping the view of his head down slightly as he mouths inaudible words to the stars you projected. When he opened his eyes, you diverted back to dinner, happiness evident in your face at he appreciated your work.

While you focused on the pan, Sunwoo found a couple of metres gap between you cooking and him sitting too far away, so he took a seat from the other side of the kitchen island, the significant piece that separated you two. Soon enough, you pout at the return of the multiple camera sounds, this time louder and clearer. You tried to lean over the island to snatch his phone away and Sunwoo mirrored the playful smile on your face.

“Behave,” he knew it worked like a charm when he saw you flustered. Your outreached wrist from your attempt only gets caught up with him and Sunwoo draws you in closer while he leans in to meet you in the middle. The dim lights overhead set the mood more as they angle the shadows and highlight all the kissable parts of your face and Sunwoo swears he could kiss you all night. You watch the gulp down his throat and his stern eyes drifting to the knobs of the stovetop to turn off the fire. Kim Sunwoo is no longer playful like a minute ago.

You’ll admit that he sent butterflies fluttering in your stomach but it didn’t stop the tugging of the corner of your lips and Sunwoo’s eyes widening when you decided to turn off the fire but never returned to him. Sunwoo lets out an amused scoff at the way you cross your arms over your chest, leaning your back on the free space next to the stove.

His eyes narrow to you, a tongue poking his inner cheek at your sudden surge of confidence, “Now,” You watch him turning his body sideways, walking along the opposite side of the island towards you. He stays silent for a bit longer, letting you know that a question is coming; and that he wants answers to it. Copying your gesture, Sunwoo leans before you not even a metre and nothing separating you anymore. “Why's my girl misbehaving today, hm? Shouldn’t you be nice to the birthday boy?”

“You really want me to be ‘nice’?” You shake your head, finding the statement amusing, “You love it when I play with you like this. What's life without a bit of misbehaviour?”

The boy couldn’t even get a word out when you suddenly took a big step towards him. Your palms rest on the edge of the table, caging his figure. You purposely lean into his chest, eyelashes subtly fluttering underneath the still orange lamp from above. There was no longer a chance that Sunwoo could think straight anymore. Not with the way that just like before, you cradled the underside of his jawline.

However, your hold on him this time is different. It didn’t feel like you were going to pull him and have your kiss marks all over his skin like the way he would never refuse to when you asked. The confused lines between his eyebrows only deepen more when you just keep staring at him with a dazed look in his confused orbs but it’s then that he sees a glimmer of hope for the relationship that you both could share.

It may have been the light or it may have been the reflection of his own eyes or—and this is what he hopes—it’s the glimmer and stars in your eyes that you hold as you look at him at the moment. Sunwoo tries his best to understand your unspoken feelings but his train of thought is cut short when he registers the dollop of coolness on the left side of his jawline.

His breath hitches in his throat when your right hand hooks around his necklace and you latch your lips around the cream on his face. Your tongue swipes the food off his skin, alternating between kitten licks and long swipes. Your left-hand swipes the wall of the metal bowl behind him, trailing down a path that you would soon wipe clean. Sunwoo shudders, his light moan hitting your ear and his little whiny begs encourage you to keep going.

Your breath hitting his skin would normally rile him to put you in your place but all he could do with his lower back digging against the edge of the table is to clench his hands onto your mid-outer thighs to stabilise himself.

“God…” Sunwoo calls out when he opens his eyes to meet your daring ones. “You're so beautiful.”

“Enjoying this?” And he responds with a harsher grip, hands raising and starting to lift your skirt to your upper thighs.

The coolness of the cream, followed by your light alternations of sucking and kissing on his skin, and the way the air cools the area after is perfect and Sunwoo’s head tilts back in satisfaction.

Too bad you wouldn't let him because you finished trailing his jawline, stealing a kiss straight to his subtle, hungry lips. The taste of vanilla and the pressure of your lips makes his head light and the room seems like it's spinning. But now, it's his turn and you know it with the way he pushes you away with all the strength he has left in him. He bends down to wrap his arm around your mid-thigh that has crescents of his nail on your skin and he sits you on the countertop and slots himself between your knees.

Sunwoo’s eyes are darker than the night outside but it doesn't fear you at all. You're now the one caged between him but unlike Sunwoo, you knew you didn't have any strength to push him away—nor did you want to. You bite your lower lips when he starts tugging your left sleeve down your shoulder to have more area to work with.

“My turn, baby girl,” metal against marble is heard next to you and Sunwoo uses his pointer and middle fingers to scoop the sweet white.

A smirk comes up his face when you grow visibly weaker for him, your posture faltering underneath his dominating presence. Sunwoo held your chin between his thumb and ring finger and applied a thin layer between your open mouth.

“Take a deep breath for me.” And you did so almost immediately.

You soon found out that the deep breath is needed as Sunwoo not only takes your breath away by covering your mouth with his own but that he multitasks to smear the food all over your neck and collarbone area. Unlike you who preferred things to be more uniform and clean, Sunwoo loves how you squirm and whimper under him with multiple senses. His fingers traced the horizontal line of your collarbones first before he came up and around the side and front of your neck less uniformly; he’s getting impatient now. You soon found out that the skin he exposed earlier wasn’t so that he could have a reason to place his tongue there, he’s just hungry for more of you, wanting to feel every part of you, just like how his tongue pushes against yours.

You find his little huffs of annoyance endearing as he mumbles about how the lack of oxygen has him pulling away from him showing his love. In reality, it was just a few seconds, but every second without you felt like a lifetime to him. He cleans the last bit of cream on his pants and he finally detaches his lips from you.

Sunwoo straightens his posture, looming dominance over your wrecked mind and half-lidded eyes. A hanging weak string of saliva still connects you both in the air for a minute and his right hand wraps around your left forearm in place. You didn’t mind his sticky fingers that started to brush the strands of your hair from the top of your nape. It’s a lovely feeling from the adrenaline he gave you but he raises your heartbeat once more when he plays with the wind to your ears, “Tasting lovely, baby girl.”

Nothing else is said as his lips dive into the sweet trail that he made for himself. Your body reacts to the sudden warmth by pulling away, but his hold on your shoulder reminds you of your place to stay where you are. The same hand reaches to drip on his elbow for mind stabilisation but your free one pushes against the broad of his back. Your legs hook around the back of his thighs to feel him indefinitely closer. It seems like the boy has learnt quickly, especially when it’s from you because just like the way you made him see the stars on the ceiling, he made you see it but with more intensity and brightness.

Sunwoo loves unpredictability over anything, even though he appreciates how you value the opposite. One of the reasons he appreciates it is because he knows what to anticipate next whenever you both feel each other, and he loves the building climax. But you who is receiving his unpredictableness, can only curse him out whenever he tries something new on the body that he has come to be familiar of. The thrill of your groans and whines makes him feel in control and just like any other time, Sunwoo didn’t hesitate to plant something new on the curve of your neck. You sharply gasp at the way his teeth very lightly plunged into you but whimper louder at how he hallows his cheek on the area. From the corner of your eyes, you see the vein of his neck start to appear with his actions.

“You’re right.” He pulls away slightly to admire a part of him on you before diving again to properly clean your skin. “I do love you like this.”

Your lips are trembling in pleasure too much to string in proper words so you only whine to his acknowledgement. When one side of your neck is clean, he doesn’t bother keeping his touch to himself, briefly swiping anything that he can get on the way to the other side of your neck. Kim Sunwoo drives you crazy and your legs around his body tighten for another attempt to stabilise yourself.

Your jaw slacks when he bites again, this time just a tiny bit stronger as a response to your lower body. He lets you drop your head back, hand still on your nape so that he has control over the area he’s marking and maximises the pleasure that he can give. The tip of his tongue starts to alternate between the sucking and long stripes that you did to him. A satisfied chuckle hits a sensitive part around your collarbone area when Sunwoo feels his shirt further define his pectoral as you clench his fabric in your fist.

Ragged breaths along with a mixture of wet kisses are all that’s bouncing between the four walls. Flushed bodies and heated skin press against the two who are afraid to love again. You’re aware of his heart pounding against his chest, knocking on yours to let him in. The closer he travels down to your chest, you’re afraid that he will feel the pounding, afraid that your hidden desires may show through and be overwhelming for him. The meaning behind your clench changes in time that your skin is now littered with a different colour because of his actions. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, exhaling and stepping back to admire his work.

You do the same, chest raising rapidly to account for the lost air, taking advantage of the space now that he’s pulled away. Sunwoo couldn’t help the small chuckle at your pout and he wipes them away by granting you another kiss, palms resting on the edge of the table, trapping you once more. Your noses comically bumped into each other, still lightheaded from before but you enjoy the atmosphere that would always come along after the intensity you poured out to each other. Your legs relax between his figure and both your hands delicately cradle his cheeks.

The realisation strikes again: all you want is him.

Him and everything of him.

The thought of him kissing someone else churns your stomach and makes you green, even though he’s not yours. You didn’t want anyone else cupping his cheek the way you do, and you didn’t want to see anyone else next to you when you opened your eyelids to the song of the morning birds. You want to be greeted by his chest or hairline when he needed comfort the night before. You want his “I love you”s and “I’ll miss you”s even if one of you is just going to another room in the building. You want to be the person that he can always lean on for whatever and whenever. You want him to be the person that you can cry ugly to. The wishes filled your body as you wished he would kiss you like this forever with or without the title that you would love to establish.

You feel the clenching of your heart when you open your eyes with the final pull of the remnants of vanilla, greeted with the shimmering orbs that you’ve fallen in love with. Your eyes are stuck onto the smile lines around his face and he’s entranced with every single part of you, staring at you with the honey dripping from his eyes. The smile you offer him is bashful and slightly tense. Of course, he caught up to that, humming at the sight of your pretty head filled with worries. His thumb glazes upon the apple of your cheeks and you wish he didn’t just so that you could save yourself from heartbreak.

Kim Sunwoo makes you believe that love is worth it; that you’re worth it.

You wish you were more confident to tell him that.

Sunwoo leans his forehead onto yours, eyes planted on your downcasted gaze, “Hey, can I tell you what I wished for at the shooting stars?” but you only hum back, refusing to look at him, “Can you let me be the only person to touch, hold and kiss you like that?” There was a moment of silence as Sunwoo let you register his words. When it does click to you, your eyes shot up to his. A nervous chuckle is what he offers you but he doesn’t plan to take his words back, “It’s okay if you’re not ready. I’ll wait for you. But,” he swallows the anxiety down his throat, letting his face roam around your slightly confused face, “I can't stand the thought of someone else littering kisses all over you other than me.”

It’s genuine.

Kim Sunwoo’s eyes are different than any of the eyes that you once put your trust in.

It’s obvious.

“Jealous?” It was supposed to be more striking and playful but it turned out to be more tiring and insecure.

Again, he caught up to it and decided to carry on the narrative of your words with a careful tone, “You’d be fine with other girls running their tongues all over my face?”

The mention of your past actions started the multiple offences to his chest and the poor boy loves the flustered look on your face, complaints flying out of your mouth. In this moment when you both indulge in the comfortable relationship that you share, your posture relaxes and your hands rest on your laps. Shortly, Sunwoo joins his own there, fingers intertwining between yours and just like how he soothes the heaviness that you hold internally, his thumbs swipe across the back of your hand.

“If you do, I won’t let you off easily, Kim Sunwoo.”

You hope that he realises the real implication behind the words. Sunwoo’s brain buffered a little bit but soon enough, the straight line shape of his lips raised into something more. Along with it, his naturally mischievous personality also raised his eyebrows. “That’s my girl.”

You couldn’t help the giggle at how his face flush red after, bashful at the effect you had on him. Your fingers brush along the ends of his hair that seems to get in the way of his eyes.

“You should cut them or something.”

“I look hot like this though.”

“You always look hot.”

And there comes little shy Kim Sunwoo once more.

“I-Instead of flirting with me, why don't you grant my other wish instead?”

“Oh yeah?” You lean back on the table, hands behind you for support, “I granted you your wish, shouldn’t you grant mine first before you ask for another one?”

“How about I grant them both at the same time?”

“You don’t even know what I want.”

True.

As much as Kim Sunwoo has been paying attention to you, you’ve always been the girl to never fully express what they want despite the encouragement from your loved ones that they will always stand beside you no matter what. An idea brews in his head when you lean back and he catches the glimpse of the white rays shooting out from the sky behind you. You know with the way that his tongue swipes along his bottom lip, mouth slightly agape that he’s up to no good.

His hand leaves the marble you’re on, drawing closer to the side of your thigh to your waist. Innocently, he displays his big, round eyes to you and his actions contradict them heavily. A few of his fingers slip past not only the waistband of your skirt but also the fabric underneath it. You thought he would stop his ministrations there but his other hand traces the same path on the other side of your body, this time however even though his hand did not go under the underband, the clip behind clicks open.

“You can’t wish for anything until I show you the stars.”

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loserlvrss · 4 months ago

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꒰ 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐘 ꒱ 김선우

summary : little innocent, top student, you, suddenly gets partnered up with the one athlete everyone at your school is obsessed with, for a homework project that turns into much more

genre : mdni !! smut, fluff, some angsty thoughts (occasionally, for the plot) athlete!sunwoo x afab!reader, school!au, pwp (a little), inexperienced!reader, strangers to lovers tws : explicit sexual content, language, pet names, body worship, praise, dirty talk (but like nice), dom!sunwoo, slight orgasm denial, slight edging, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms (reader), almost dumbification (reader goes non-verbal for most of it), slight overstimulation, spitting in mouth (once), oral (reader), biting (once) author notes : did i get carried tf away? maybe (yes) word count : 5k

the harsh ultra-violet rays warmed your skin, sending a gentle goosebump-ridden pattern over it. you looked out ahead, watching as the soccer team practiced hard—almost daily now (only taking a break on wednesdays). a breeze passed through the air, weaving its way all around your body, which was wearing the school’s uniform loosely. you sighed, looking up to the wave of lustrously-green trees against the clear-blue sky.

your body was relaxed, leaning ever-so-slightly back against the bleacher behind you. your hand came up when a particularly bright ray shined through the dark leaves of late spring and you blocked it. then, just as you were about to let it fall back down, your attention caught on one particular member of the team, when a shout of victory wafted into your ears: kim sunwoo.

he was the main character of your daydreams, racing heartbeats, and physical ache. you knew it was stupid to be caught in his grasp, like the rest of the school was. you knew you weren’t special in the way you’d look at him longingly—so desperate for any kind of appraisal from the athlete.

however, unlike the rest of the female (and male) population, you were contemptuous with your delusion over him. even if it was an unrequited love, you were closer with yourself—and schooling—in its result. your parents definitely weren’t complaining with your top-student status and class president tasks.

it seemed like a win-win, but still, you sometimes caught yourself wishing for more in the loneliness of the night; when your mind was the best at focusing on things it shouldn’t. you’d imagine things you’d rather keep in the depths of your archives. secrets you were prepared to take to the grave: everyone loved sunwoo, but no one knew you did as well.

the prejudice was that you were too caught up in said studies to even look up, especially not in his direction. you had only a couple of friends, ones you truly trusted with your life, and even they had no clue about your feelings for the soccer player.

you watched his celebration, a fist pumped into the air and a bright smile that caused a blush to litter your cheeks. In moments like these, you were glad he really had no idea you existed when you weren't standing right in front of him. he high-fived the team members, walking over to the sidelines and throwing a small towel over his shoulder.

it was honestly a little pathetic the way you couldn't peel your eyes from the way his muscles strained against the spandex of the shirt, or the way the sweat would roll down his perfectly sun-kissed skin. the softness of the genuine smile that pressed against his mouth and up into his eyes, the ones that flirted so effortlessly with his slow and cool mannerisms.

genuinely, when he looked so good, it made it hard for you to not drift off into another fantasy where he’d walk up to you and sweep you off your feet like a prince in a fairytale—and, he always looked this good.

you huffed out a breath, one you weren’t even sure if you were holding or not, and crossed your legs over one-another. you narrowed your eyes (in some weird attempt to zoom in), swearing you could see the man of your dreams—and reality—walking in your direction.

He flashed a devilish smile, you weren’t convinced was meant for you, breaking from the teammates he’d been walking with. his eyes met yours, and for a moment you thought you were asleep—or dead.

frankly, you think this scenario would suit a chuckle from the athlete who watched your eyes go wide as he further approached.

he took a long drink from the bottle in his hand, holding said eye contact as he lightly swallowed. you mimicked him with a dry throat, admiring how his adamsapple bobbed with each gulp.

he straddled the bench, setting his things between his open thighs. “y/n?” he asked as he raked a hand through his sweaty hair. you couldn’t look away, like a must-watch thriller that you’d spent your hard earned money on. you could feel the way your heart rattled your ribcage, just aching to escape and feel his against it.

an audible hum left your lips in reply. you could feel the heat that radiated your features and spread throughout your body. and, you knew, despite opposition, that he could see its pink shade.

the one-sided tension was suffocating. you shifted uncomfortably—or maybe in some desperate attempt to ease the ache—and clasped your hands together. then, once again, he smiled at you. your heart didn’t know whether to shatter or melt in the presence, which you’ve only been able to see up close a couple of times.

“your place or mine?”

you wouldn’t have believed the way your eyes could grow three-sizes larger than they already had previously.

“w-what?” you choked out.

he chuckled at your flustered state. “ms. park posted the partners for the group-projects.” he stated matter-of-factly. “and, guess what class president?” you all but asked what; gulping loudly, tensing your legs together, as well as your fingers and lips. “we’re partnered.”

you wanted to play it cool, but the excitement at the revelation was fast-approaching. you’d never had the opportunity to see him outside of school—and granted, it was still over school-work but, a win was still a win in your book.

“o-oh!” you ragged out along with a shaky breath. “right, i was waiting until after practice to ask you about it.”

you lied.

you had no idea that the groups were announced. you just spent your free-time on this bench pretending to do work often enough that it seemed reliable.

his eyebrows rose, like he could see right through your antics. it was honestly a little intimidating; or maybe that’s not exactly the right word to describe the feeling hot-spotted in you.

he glanced back at the field momentarily, watching the rest of his teammates leave the outlined grass. “whatever you say, class president, but i knew exactly where to find you… except on wednesdays.” the undertone was something you couldn’t read, just out of your depth, but still plunged you further into curiosity. “we’ll go to my place then, and i’ll shower while you get started. how’s that sound? practice is done anyways.”

you wanted to protest his offer, but there was something intoxicating about seeing his room and smelling the cologne that lingered in the air. the shampoo and body wash that would waft out to you. you’d dreamt about it, and simply, you wanted to see if it was anything like the picture you painted in your head.

“i can just meet you later—you can shower in peace.” you started to pull the phone from the bag at your side, opening it, and holding it in his direction. “maybe, in like two hours?”

he took hold of the machinery. “what’s the fun in that? you could’ve joined me if you got too bored.”

you laughed painfully, shifting once again at the heat between your thighs. you wanted to accept the offer more than anything, however you know you shouldn’t.

but, what was the fun in that?

“a shame.” he chuckled lightly, holding the phone back out to you after inputting his number and texting himself the address. “i’ll see you then, y/n.”

it was the exact house number you were now staring at, eyes shifting between the text on your screen and the apartment door. it had been a little over two-hours, you having to hype yourself up before you left. and you had decided to relax by taking a bath as well, getting a little carried away with your imagination—which ultimately caused you to be late as well—but, you didn’t think delinquent-athlete, sunwoo, would care all too much.

“you could’ve knocked,” you hadn’t realized the door was now open, revealing the dimly lit (because the curtains were closed and it was approaching 6pm) living space. “or called.”

“s-sorry. i wasn’t sure if this was the right place.” you watched as he moved aside, creating just enough room for you to brush past him, giving you an oh-so desired smell of his cologne.

you cursed yourself for getting so worked up over the little things he’d do, but now you were finding it hard to believe that that wasn’t his intention. he kept you coming back for more, and you were always eager.

“do you want any water?” he asked, watching your frame stand awkwardly in his living room. “my rooms over there, i have a couple of things for you.”

you choked again. “f-for me?”

he laughed. “to use on the poster, y/n.” and he mumbled something after that you weren’t able to catch.

your head panned as he walked to the kitchen, ears listening to the light rattle of glass cups and running water. you plastered your hands to one another politely, scanning over the couple pictures sunwoo did have laying about; his apartment only had the necessities. the few pictures were ones of a younger girl, who you assumed to be his little sister—who he obviously loved enough to display. but you thought there must’ve been more to them, to him, and deep down you knew you’d like to find out one day; to comfort him in his time of need. to be his.

sunwoo came back, two glasses in his hands as he motioned for the closed door on your left. “you can open it, i’ve got nothing to hide from you.”

you don’t know why those words made you blush, maybe it’s because they’re from him, and anything from the athlete is enough to send you reeling.

your hand trembled as it reached to the knob. “oh, okay.” you said, trying to block it with your body. “i was thinking we could start with reading the book a little bit more, to familiarize ourselves with the data before making the final draft. that’s if you don’t mind?”

the door swung against its hinges, making the site of a dark, but minimalistic room meet your view. you took in the smell of cologne, but it didn’t seem to be overpowering like he had just sprayed it around carelessly. his bed was neatly made, black sheets and black pillows placed meticulously: as if a house keeper had been around to do it for him.

he placed the glasses against the wood of his nightstand, a charger and lamp being the only other decor on it.

he pressed the lamp and illuminated the room just a little more. “not confident, class president?”

“that’s not it,” you blurted out, his brows knit and arms crossed as he awaited your explanation. you could barely look in his direction, biting your tongue to not say: i just get flustered enough to forget around you.

“i, uh, it’s just that… nevermind. let’s begin!”

he huffed out another laugh, his actions too fast for you to process as his hands met your shoulders, pushing you to sit on his bed.

your eyes seemed to be in a perpetually widened state, but you found it telling that you put up no protest. the bag on your back made it into your lap, and you unzipped it, taking out multiple pens, markers and whatnot to make a decent poster. sunwoo had grabbed a paper, putting it on the floor and holding out his book for you to take. your hands brushed as you accepted it, and it sent a shiver up your spine.

you began to lay a couple of your class-taken notes onto his bedding, and sunwoo made his way around to the other side. he plopped down onto his stomach, making you bounce slightly.

“you know, class prez, people think you’re scary. you’re always studying, you barely look up, and when you do it’s to tell people off because they’re interrupting said studying.” you tried to read over the notes, but found it hard to ignore the harmonies within his voice. and that your leisure-clothes were getting too warm around your skin. “but they don’t know you, i guess. you’re smart but i bet you know how to have, at least, a little fun, don’t you? and, it’s no secret the school thinks your looks are top-tear. it’s just a shame you reject everyone that asks you out. it’s a waste of your time, i presume. anyways, that’s enough. let’s get started, shall we?”

“w-why?” you asked in such a hushed breath that sunwoo barely heard it. and if he lived with anyone else, or if a car or plane went by at the perfect time, he wouldn’t have. “why is that a shame?”

“because you are beautiful, y/n.”

fuck your clothes, your skin was getting too hot against you. your breath was labored, and now the words on the paper were congregating. you couldn’t focus with sunwoo next to you, and that’s exactly what you feared.

why’d you have to ask? curiosity did kill the cat.

the way you shifted didn’t go unnoticed by the athlete and he let out a chuckle that should just be his signature at this point.

he sat up now, burning his eyes into the side of your head. “what’s wrong, y/n?” he asked, but you refused to look away from the notes, even if you couldn’t get your mind to read them. “has no one ever called you that before?”

you bit your lip, thumbs ripping at the skin around the nail. truthfully, yes, one person has called you that, but it didn’t feel the same as when he did it. sunwoo made your heart beat out of your chest, breath leave your lungs so fast it made you lightheaded. he made you weak in the knees, like you were just jelly to begin with, melting in the sun.

you felt a soft hand reach across you, taking the farthest cheek within his palm and focusing your vision towards himself.

his skin felt like fire against you, but even this smallest touch made you crave more, made you need him in a more than innocent way. and, you were starting to believe his intentions were exactly the same as yours.

your eyes finally focused at the feeling on his hand sliding to rest against the side of your neck, as if he was caressing it, running his thumb over your windpipe gently.

you’d never seen sunwoo so close to your face, but you had imagined it, and it was nothing in comparison. he was beyond beautiful, a sight to see: tan skin untainted by pores and blemishes, soft features like his lips that contradicted, but complimented shaper ones such as his eyes and nose. he was the perfect harmony in your opinion, the perfect—

“god, y/n. i must be crazy.” he broke you from your admiration, breath hitting your lips. “would you treat me any different from the guys who have asked you out in the past?”

god, yes.

your stomach was beyond knots now, the whole damn zoo being let loose. your hands were gripping the sheets at the anticipation that seemed to be agonizing enough to kill you where you sat. in reality, sunwoo wasn’t even doing anything, but he had you at his fingertips, and you weren’t convinced you couldn’t pass out right now.

“fuck, maybe i am crazy…” his eyes flicked to your lips momentarily. “do you want this? i know i’d be interrupting your studying, class president.”

and you don’t know where your confidence came from, but the way you closed the gap was desperate. however, sunwoo put up no protest, and quickly gained control over the situation.

his other palm pulled you by your cheek to deepen the kiss. well, that was until he had enough of the angle you were sat at and gripped your thigh to fully get you onto his bed.

he was a good kisser, a great one in fact, and it made you crave his lips in other places to experience the full effect.

now he was pushing your body by your lower back, trying to get you as close to him a possible, and as if you could read minds, you threw your leg over him to straddle his lap.

he broke the kiss. “good girl.” he said before reconnecting with the skin on your neck, and smiling against it when he heard you whine quietly. you could feel him growing hard underneath you, and wondered if he’d take this all the way, wondered if he wanted you like that. “you do want this, don’t you?”

inside your head you couldn’t help thinking that maybe you weren’t desirable, maybe he was only doing this to prove a point: that the whole school was within his grasp. maybe it was to brag tomorrow, as locker room chatter before soccer practice, because why would sunwoo like you outside of your delusions?

his arms caged you against him, stoping all minor movements and actions. he looked into your eyes, and for a moment it’s like the world had ceased. the only thing you could hear was the thumping within your own chest and the echoes of your doubts.

“do you want me, sunwoo?”

he kissed your lips gently—almost lovingly—before stating. “more than anything right now.”

and you wanted to ask if it was only right now that he wanted you, but you couldn’t will that to leave your lips, as his eyes locked onto your own, mixing like watercolor.

you’d wanted him to want you for a long time, so you hoped it wasn’t only now that he felt the same.

“are you okay?”

your palms now laid against his cheeks, biting your bottom lip, half-nervously and half from feeling his hands curve where the seams of your thighs met the underside of your ass. you pulled him quickly back to you, breaking away only to mumble a quiet yes before being fully taken over by your lust.

he flipped you over quickly, and you found comfort between his soft pillows and blanket. he pushed your thighs apart, slotting himself in between to attach back on your already swollen lips.

his voice came out in a hushed tone, only for you. “class prez, has anyone had you like this? have they seen how perfect you look with messy hair and puffy lips? i bet you’d look so cute crying, wouldn’t you?” you whimpered at the words—the thought—you wanted him to think you were cute, attractive in any way, it was human nature after all; and everything about this was primal. “how far do you want me to go?”

your voice was once again barely audible over your own heartbeat. “whatever you want.”

“yeah, you’d like that wouldn’t you?”

you were beginning—ignoring all previous warnings—to feel overwhelmed, his tongue sending you into overdrive. you didn’t know what to do as you felt him ghost his lips on your collar bone, then down over your chest, eventually landing at your stomach. he pushed the fabric up, latching down onto your hip bone, which had you shifting to get any sort of friction on your core.

all his minuscule teasing was actually beginning to feel painful, but he got the hint. you knew he would.

sunwoo grabbed at the waistband on your pants, looking up to you for reassurance, but you just lifted your hips to make it easier for him. he chuckled, pulling both of the fabrics blocking you from him down.

you heard him mumble something along the lines of pretty as he placed open-mouth kisses against your inner thighs.

one thing about sunwoo is that he left you no room to feel self-conscious or embarrassed. he knew how to love you right, (you didn’t want to know why that was) and was determined to show you that.

you might not have believed this was something more than locker-room chatter, but now…

you moaned when he finally attached to your aching clit, sucking gently before alternating between kissing and licking at your slit. your hand covered your mouth out of embarrassment at the sounds that you couldn’t stop from making. truthfully, the last (and only) guy you were with didn’t even make you finish, so you didn’t have to worry about being too loud—or god forbid, annoying.

but, sunwoo hated that you weren’t letting him hear how good he was doing. he wanted the praise just at much as you did, nonetheless he let you continue. he’d let you until you were completely at his mercy, malleable under his touch. he’d let you because that made you comfortable.

and, to be honest, it still fueled his ego.

“c-close,” you managed to mumble through your fingers, eyes squeezed shut and head lulled back. “woo, please?”

and that fact that you had asked him almost made him cum untouched. so, you were his? he thought to himself, before he groaned into your pussy at the feeling of your fingers attaching to his hair, only adding to your pleasure.

the hands squeezing your plush thighs pulled you closer to his face, close enough to suffocate, but he’d die a happy man.

he continued to eat you out like a starved man, only bedrudgingly pulling away right before you had the chance to properly orgasm.

“w-wait!” you tried to push him back, frantically searching for the edge you were just about to topple off. “w-wh—sunwoo, fuck, d-don’t stop. please.”

tears were pricking your eyes out of frustration—the whole thing being so emotionally and vulnerably charged, you weren’t sure you could hold them back. then, shivers were sent throughout your shaking body as he soothed over your sides and stomach with his hands, lips back to their spot on your thighs.

he propped himself up, staring down at the godly figure he never truly thought you’d let him see. and after a minute, you got embarrassed at the strong gaze on your glistening core; your knees coming together.

his fingers slotted between them, pulling your legs apart. “don’t hide from me, baby. you’re so beautiful—god, all for me, right?”

you whined, quickly sitting up and reaching out for anything he’d give you.

sunwoo kissed your lips again, keeping you at his level with a hand on the small of your back and one gripping the hem of your shirt. you were dizzy from the taste of yourself on him, sunwoo only breaking apart to get the fabric up, and fully over your head. he took off your bra and suddenly the realization that you were fully naked in front of the prized soccer captain, while he was fully clothed, sunk in.

you whined again, too drunk off him to formulate anything coherent. he laughed at how desperately you were pawing at his sweats. “what’s wrong?”

you looked up at him. “fuck me?” and if your eyes weren’t the definition of puppy-dog, he didn’t know what was.

he smiled, grabbing your wrist. “patience, baby. i’ll give you what you want.”

you fell back again, opting to obey him because you were honestly too far gone to come up with anything else to do.

and he did, taking off his sweats, along with the rest of his clothes and pressing his body to yours. his lips were connected back to you and you clawed at his shoulders—anything to ground yourself—while his held your torso down firmly.

he looked between your bodies as he lined himself with your entrance. your head was thrown back, and he pressed a chaste kiss to the middle of your neck before mumbling. “you are pretty when you cry, y/n.” and pushing in slowly.

the stretch only burned for a minute until you moaned almost embarrassingly loud with each shallow thrust. a hand instinctively come up to hide them away. but, that only lasted so long until sunwoo intertwined his fingers with yours, pushing them into the bed on either side of your head.

“don’t hide them, baby,” he sighed against your lips. “please.”

and, whether you wanted to or not, you didn’t have a choice. the noises fell freely from your lips into his shoulder, as he sucked and nipped at your neck again.

“i-is it good?” you could barely hear him, your ears ringing with pleasure; was it good? is he stupid?

you choked on a chuckle, feeling him angle himself just perfectly inside you to brush against your g-spot. “holy fuck,”

“right there, baby?” he did it again, taking notes and storing them away in the back of his mind. your head lulled back again, and he watched your face contort, mouth falling open. “does it feel good?” you couldn’t reply, his thrusts only getting harder after that.

you could feel the band in your stomach tightening, and you feared you wouldn’t even be able to tell him you were getting so close, so fast—too fast.

but, somewhere deep-down, he already knew.

“fuck, you feel so good, y/n.” he sighed, lips ghosting over yours. “i must be the luckiest man in the world, right?” it was rhetorical, but even if you felt the need to answer, all that was coming out of your mouth was moans, groans, and mewls. “perfect body—fuck—perfect personality, perfect pussy, perfect fucking mouth,” he grabbed your chin, your free hand now going to clutch into the skin on his arm. his eyes met your tear-filled, and blurry ones. “open your mouth,”

there was a fire within you when you did as he said, mouth falling open. he spat on your tongue, and you didn’t know whether you came right then or just flat-out died.

“swallow it,” he said—no, demanded—almost making it an impossible task by putting his fingers into your mouth, pushing them to the back of your throat, and making you gag around him. he felt you clench harder at the act. “gonna fuck this throat one day, you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

you would.

but, he was spewing heated words into a brick wall. “you’re mine, right?” he asked, taking his saliva-covered fingers from your mouth and bringing them between your bodies.

the moment his fingers landed on your clit, your eyes rolled to the back of your head. the hand that was still intertwined with his was losing circulation from how hard your were gripping it, and the other was scratching his perfect skin hard enough to bleed.

no one had ever made you feel so cold, yet so fucking warm at the same time. nothing you've ever experienced has been as intense and kim sunwoo; the delinquent soccer player. you feared no one could ever make you feel like this again.

so, of course you were his.

“look at me, y/n.” he whispered, kissing along your jaw gently—in contrast to the heavy and hard thrusts he kept at a steady rhythm. “c’mon, y/n, be a good girl. please.”

you felt the impending desire to now, head leveling. his forehead then came to rest against it, fighting off your urge to let it roll back again.

he pecked your lips between sentences. “mine, right?” god, he kept asking an obvious question. “be mine, okay? cum for me,” he circled your clit faster, determined to make you finish one last time. “i got you.”

his voice alone was enough to make you topple over the edge, your noises raising a couple octaves. your vision went white, body convulsing under sunwoo, who kept his eyes on your face the entire time; in awe of you. he fucked you through it of course, mumbling praises, before the overwhelming feeling of fire bloomed between you two; disguised by overstimulation.

you mewled. “woo, p-please stop.” he kissed you quiet, slowing down. but, you didn’t actually want him to stop. “h-hurts… just a little,”

his hand intertwined with yours again. “being such a good girl—taking it so well. just a little more, okay? i promise,” he sighed, feeling the way your walls clenched him in, barely letting him pull out, only causing him to thrust harder. “almost there, y/n, where do you want it?”

your legs caged him against you. “fill me up, please.” and you weren’t above begging for it, especially not in a state of post-euphoria. “cum in me.”

he threw his head back momentarily, fighting off a strong urge to start a second round. how in gods name did he get so lucky? he thought to himself, bringing his forehead back to yours.

he locked eyes onto you. “yeah?” you nodded slightly, eyes full of tears you didn’t know if you’d shed. “gonna be so good and take it all?”

you moaned when he started grinding against you, your clit being stimulated by his pubic-bone.

“could fuck you forever.” he admitted. “do you want me to?”

you spewed out a quiet yes, and if you didn’t know any better you’d think he was being serious—maybe he was. you were too far gone to even begin guessing.

he kissed you again, desperately fighting your tongue with his. he continued to kiss down your jaw and into your neck, leaving glistening marks in his wake. he sucked on your collarbone, finding a sweet-spot you didn’t even know you had, and biting down for a second. your mouth fell open in a silent scream, an orgasm you didn’t even know was there, washing over you.

sunwoo just kept forcing you to learn about yourself—you guess, it’s a good thing you’ve always been known for studying, isn’t it?

your intense orgasm triggered his, a soft groan leaving his lips as uneven thrusts made sure you both were fully satisfied.

you felt fuzzy, brain completely melted under his touch. your heavy breathing mixed with his, his body fully collapsing from exhaustion. however, his weight wasn’t enough to suffocate you, so you let him stay where he was, breaking your hand from his and threading it into his damp hair.

the silence was loud—heartbeats intertwined—as you both came down, the reality about to set in.

would he push you away after this? did he even mea—

“i meant it, by the way.” your eyebrows creased. you weren’t even sure if you had imagined that. and, if you didn’t feel the rumbling of his chest on yours as he spoke, you might’ve believed it was only in your head. “be mine, okay?”

little did he know, you already were.

you whispered out a reply. “okay.”

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