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"Tell me," Vash speaks, his chest vibrating against your head, "Do you ever dream about your future?"
You lift your head and look up to him, his bright blue eyes looking down at you at an angle, just barely visible through his orange sunglasses. You laugh, reaching up to his face, lifting the big orange circles upwards. Vash scrunches his nose in response, immediately smiling afterwards with a giggle. Laughing in turn, you rest the glasses atop hid head, bits of his hair falling free from the glasses's hold and back down in front of his face again, and you smile warmly as you draw your hand back. He catches your hand on his chest with his right hand, squeezing the one armed hug with his prosthetic arm as he urged his previous question. You stare, and sigh gently after a few seconds.
"Never in depth," You admit, shyly, "Being a couple of wanted 'criminals' traveling like this, we never know when we die. I never gave it much thought." He nods, though you've turned your head away. You can't see his agreeing gesture. He sighs, though, and you look back up at him, a look resembling curiosity on your face. "Why do you ask?"
"I had a thought," He follows, smiling at you, "About us, y'know? In the future, I mean." You propped yourself on your elbow and looked at him with a more in depth look of curiosity and he laughed. "Maybe we could get a place of our own, I dunno. We could invite friends and have get together events and small parties and such. Living away from the fight, away from the bloodshed, even for a little."
You giggle at the light that suddenly flashed his eyes, nudging his waist gently. "And you never told me sooner? That sounds beautiful!"
"You mean it?" He chimes, looking back at you with wider eyes, "It's not a dumb idea?"
"Why would it be?" you ponder, scooting yourself upwards towards him, "Being at peace like that, and TOGETHER, above all? That's not a dumb idea. In fact, none of your ideas are dumb. We could have a few guest bedrooms for people, maybe a deck, or a wrap around porch? And all the food we can ever eat, provided we have the right stuff to make what we like-"
There you went, rambling again. It was one of the things he loved about you. When you had something to talk about, you had the ability to talk for ages it seemed, and he didn't mind it at all. He actually liked seeing you like this, Wrapped up in an idea, even if it wasn't your own. He smiled at you, pulling you atop him as you continued, something about pets and having a farm in the longer run. His hands rested in the small of your back, yours on his chest as you spoke, occasionally using your hands to talk with gestures as you kept going. Somewhere he wondered when you'd run out of breath. Though at the same time, he didn't want that to happen. Seeing you so passionate, so happy about something for the first time since the last town you left together on the run. It wasn't something he wanted to see end.
Ah, but alas, it had to happen sooner or later.
You hang your head, panting, your hair falling in front of his face loosely and he laughs, poking your sides a couple of times. You can't help but squirm a bit, inching your way up his torso as you moved, giggling your newly regained breath. When you look back up, you're met with bright sky blue eyes and a gentle smile. He moves his hands a bit, resting them on the upper part of your back before chuckling.
"Sounds like it was one of my best ideas yet," Vash whispered, moving his right hand to brush some of your hair out from your face. You smile, your cheeks suddenly pink as you look back down at your hands. He stops you suddenly, lifting your chin up with a finger and smiles up at you again. "Is that something you want to do, though? A home for us? And however many animals you want, too?" He takes his hand and rests it against your cheek, practically searching your eyes for the answer.
You giggle, nodding as you lean into his hand, looking into his eyes with a blurry shine on top of them.
"Did I make you cry? I'm sorry-"
"No-" You interrupt him, holding his hand against your face eagerly, "It's just that, I've never thought of having a Home before. It feels so ethereal just thinking about it now, really. I never thought it would happen." The tear that threatened your eyes fall, and you sniff softly as he continues watching you. "It's something you want, though, right?"
He nods, somewhat too quickly as he reaches his fingers behind your neck and through your hair softly. "More than anything, really. As long as you're happy, (y/n), more than anything."
The last words were a mere whisper before the distance between you both was closed in, a soft touch for both of you, could easily be mistaken for the sound of a feather hitting the ground. Your soft kiss seemed to last for more than forever, at least to you. The sweet smell of cinnamon and a sweet floral tone on his clothes is suddenly more noticeable to you. With a soft giggle, you pulled away, and he rested his head back against his bag with a soft sigh.
"And what about your happiness?" you ponder, tapping your fingers on his chest softly, "Surely you'd want something out of that plan, too, right?"
He shook his head with a laugh and looked up, taking a deep breath. "So long as we get more nights like this, nights where we can just-" He wraps his arms around you completely, tightening his arm's grip with a content sigh, "So long as we can stay together, just like this, even if the sky somehow brings rain, I'll be happy, (y/n). I'm always happy when i'm with you."
You smile again, but just as quickly, your positions are shifted again. A few shuffles, giggles and more content sighs, and you're both in the same position you were in before. Your head on his chest, his arm around your waist, other hand holding your own, and your feet tangled together under the blanket draped over your lower torso and legs. You both sigh happily and he looks up at the sky littered with stars, smiling brightly.
"Home, with you, will make me so happy."
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superfan! yandere boy x gn! popstar reader
â° warnings: stalking, obsessiveness, breaking and entering, nsfw, masochist yandere, overstimulation, thigh riding, bondage, male masturbation, unhealthy behavior, average yandere tendencies, male yandere oc (heâs very pathetic and perverted, itâs giving âstep on meâ energy.) gender neutral reader
â° a/n: heyyyyy guess who isnât dead.. i literally open tumblr every 3 minutes i just havenât been posting. but iâm hereeeee lol. hereâs a random yandere oc post, sorry itâs not mortal kombat. (tbh i have faded away from my mk obsession and now i am obsessed with until dawn, the quarry, tlou, and rdr.)
part two here!
superfan! yandere boy that buys all of your merchandise and streams your music on loop 24/7. even while he sleeps.
superfan! yandere boy that commissions artists to draw you and him together in different styles. some of them may depict him on a cute date with you, and some are more explicit and depict you stepping on him or choking him.
superfan! yandere boy that sneaks into your concerts if he didnât manage to buy a ticket. no matter how strong your security is, he will always manage to find a way in and pretend he's just a regular fan.
superfan! yandere boy that will even sneak onto your house and film you through your window for hours, and then he would go home and touch himself to the footage of you.
superfan! yandere boy that wants to buy meet-and-greet tickets to see you, and be able to feel your presence up close and be able to speak to you personally. but as much as he craves your attention, he knows he wouldn't be able to handle it and would crumble immediately the second you look him in the eyes.
superfan! yandere boy that pays people to stalk you and take pictures of you when he can't do it himself. especially ones when you have a wardrobe malfunction.
superfan! yandere boy that goes to sleep every night fantasizing and dreaming of you. his particular favorite wet dream is of you letting him ride your thigh, grinding against your skin as a desperate attempt to feel any friction on his cock. your hands would roam around his body as he relishes in your attention, no matter where you touch him. any small nudge or brush against his skin would set his heart on fire and oh no where'd his pants go-
superfan! yandere boy that thinks you could do no wrong. you said something offensive and got yourself cancelled? he is your number one defender and would be threatening your naysayers on the internet. he would even go as far as to learn to hack just so he could delete their accounts.
superfan! yandere boy that almost WANTS to get caught. he knows he wouldn't be able to handle your attention, so he avoids it, but a part of him wants to get caught and outed for his perverted, stalker ways. he wants to hear you cuss him out and degrade him. he wants to see the disgusted look on your face as he is exposed for everything he did. spit on him, kick him, treat him like vermin, he doesn't mind. he gets off on the thought of you punishing him. he has a particular fantasy where your punishment for him is by tying him up and overstimulating him until he is crying, whimpering, and almost fainting. but he would still beg for more. no matter how long it lasts. it could be a week long and he still wouldn't be satisfied.
#yandere x reader#sub yandere#male yandere#gn reader#dom reader#yandere oc#yandere x you#soft yandere#yandere imagines#yandere x darling#yan oc#yan x reader#male yandere x reader#top reader#sub character#yandere requests#yandere#x reader#oc x reader#yandere smut#yandere oneshot#masochist yandere#yandere headcanons#yandere insert#yandere boys x popstar reader
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sex for dummies! đš đ âË âĽ
pairing: park sunghoon x fem!reader
genre: academic rival au, rivals to lovers, smut, some angst, university au, academic rival!sunghoon, glasses!sunghoon, kinda tsundere!sunghoon, some fluff if you squint, mentions of debates
synopsis: your life seemed to be going perfectly as student body president and smartest person in your university⌠until your grades started to slip. it got worse when you have to be tutored by the student body vice president, park sunghoon, your rival and the person you hate the most. it then somehow got even worse when he ends up being your partner for your debate teamâs competition.
warnings: mean dom!sunghoon, bratty sub!reader, brat & brat tamer dynamics, unprotected sex (gasp, no!!), creampie, multiple orgasms, petnames (baby, good girl, slut), a lot of overstimulation (f. rec), slight fingering, hate sex, rough sex(?), dirty talk, exhibition(?), a lot of degradation/humiliation (f. rec), some possessiveness, some marking, theyâre arguing all the time (like all the time), manhandling, some hair pulling (f. rec), super sweet aftercare âŚ. jesus this is so filthy LMAOO
word count: 14kâmasterlist
a/n: plotting this was a wild ride but actually writing it⌠that was a whole journey⌠i didnât mean for it to be this nasty but i dunno what can you do ÂŻ\(âĄâżâĄâż) /ÂŻ hdjsbfjdnd!/;)! and iâm gonna be real with you all⌠idk shit about debates i had to google everything lmaooo i hope you enjoy! âĄ
âi certainly didnât expect this from you, y/n,â your teacher said, a look of deep disappointment on her face. âyouâre the top in all your classes, in the whole school, why are you letting your grades slip like this? is there something going on?â she put a comforting hand on your shoulder, her eyebrows furrowing as she looked between you and your latest test scores.
itâs not that they have dropped dramaticallyâlike from an A+ to a sudden D averageâbut they have been slowly going down more and more. your once perfect scores now barely making it past a ninety percent. you didnât even know why your scores were falling. you havenât felt particularly stressed and there wasnât anything going on in your personal time. maybe it was because exams were nearing closer and closer? but youâve always aced them, so that couldnât be why. maybe youâve been distracted? you felt like youâve been distracted.
you gave your teacher, mrs. yooâwho was also your debate coach, a shake of your head, âno, maâam, thereâs nothing like that. iâm not sure why theyâre slipping, but iâll work harder from here on out!â she nodded, putting the papers back into the manila folder they were in. âgood, we canât have our student body president falling behind, especially with our debate competition right around the corner and the upcoming exams! i took it upon myself to ask one of the debate team members to help tutor you.â
it was your turn for your brows to furrow, âbut, maâam, i donât need tutorinââ mrs. yoo cut you off with a deep nod and a raised hand, âi know, i know. letâs not call it tutoring⌠letâs call it⌠helping. assistancing.â as she spoke there was a knock at her classroom door and the sound of it opening. âoh! here he is!â mrs. yoo added. you had to hide the anger that wanted to make itself known at the person who walked into the classroom. with a smile and hidden smugness in his walk, park sunghoon stepped into the classroom and to you and mrs. yoo.
you didnât miss the way his stare mocked you, the slight upturn in the corner of his mouth. mrs. yoo gave sunghoon a warm smile, ây/n, iâm sure you know sunghoon, the student body vice president!â it took everything in you to twist the corners of your mouth into a polite smile. âof course, i know him well!â you said as you turned to him. oh, you knew him well alright. knew how good and well you hated every inch of him. knew well how infuriating he was, especially since he noticed your grades slipping. knew well every snide remark he would make about how he was ahead of you, smarter than you, better than you.
sunghoon pushed the frames of his glasses up his nose bridge, his smile widening at you. you could read his expression, how the mighty fall. you were sure him âtutoringâ you until your grades got to how they were before would fuel him for lifetimes to come.
sunghoon nodded at you, his attention turning back to mrs. yoo, but the smugness in his smile never leaving. âheâll be assisting you until youâre back on your feet. the meetups will be on your time, so discuss that amongst yourselves. iâll be checking up on the two of you here and there for updates on how the process is going,â mrs. yoo said, giving the two of you one final look. âoh! and before i forgetâthe two of you are teammates for the debate competition. your president should be holding a meeting about it all, so the two of you can work on that as well!â mrs. yoo added, giving the both of you a bright smile.
just when you thought things couldnât get worse today, you now have to be his teammate? your blood boiled inside and you so badly wanted to wipe the smug grin off of sunghoonâs face. giving your teacher a forced smile and a nod, you turned to leave the room with sunghoon hot on your trail.
âdidnât you say that you were the smartest here?â sunghoon asked you, coming around you to face you and making you stop in your tracks in the middle of the hallway. the polite facade had dropped and smugness reeked from him. he crossed his arms over his chest, cooing sarcastically, âis the student body president falling down a couple notches? do i have to step in for you?â you scoffed and rolled your eyes as you pushed past him, âi donât need help, especially not from the likes of you.â
sunghoon fell smoothly into step beside you and you cursed him in your head for his long legs. âseems like you do if iâm being begged to help you,â sunghoon remarked. he moved in front of you again, leaning against the archway before the exit of the building to block your path. âjust try not to drag me down with you. i donât need my scores being effected by fucking idiots, and i donât need to waste my time tutoring them either. meet me in the library tomorrow after the debate meeting so i can get this over with.â sunghoon swiftly turned and exited, leaving you fuming in the archway still.
slamming the exit door open, you furiously scanned your surroundings to see that sunghoon was already gone. groaning loudly, you stormed off to where your car was. you hated him. hated all of his stupid little remarks and snide comments. hated all his taunting in and out of classes. you hated how he thought he was better than you when everything stated that you were better than him. sure, your grades may be a bit on the lower side right now, but you were still the smartest in your university. still student body presidentâeven if the title didnât really mean much in regards to power, you still fucking had it, while he was vice president.
and now you had to be his debate partner. now the two of you have to spend even more time together than you want to, writing your speeches around the otherâs and making sure nothing coincides. it felt like your life was beginning to slip through your fingers. what was happening?
your foot tapped in an annoyed rhythm as you checked the time on your phone again. sunghoon was late. you didnât know howâyou both left the meeting at the same time. at the sound of approaching footsteps, you looked up, a sneer on your face. âwhat the fuck took you so long? youâre wasting my time,â you spoke at sunghoonâs approaching figure.
sunghoon gave you a lame grin, âi was reserving a study room... and we both know you have nowhere else to be.â he made his way past you, not even stopping his stride, and you followed behind him. he looked back for a moment and added, âexcept for below the ranks.â you scoffed at him as he turned into the study room.
âthe only one who will be falling in the ranks is you after these exams,â you shot back, throwing your stuff onto the table and sitting down in one of the seats heavily. sunghoon raised his eyebrows, pressing his his lips into a tight-lipped smile, âtell me that when iâm not the one tutoring you right now.â you huffed in annoyance as you got your books from your bag.
the triumphant smirk didnât leave his face the entire time he walked you through all the portions of the subjects you were falling behind inâwhich you barely needed his help with since you knew them so well already. âso now do you understand why they canât intersect?â sunghoon asked slowly, staring at you behind wide wire frames with slightly wide eyes. he spoke to you as if speaking to a child who didnât know that the sky was blue.
âim not fucking stupid, the concept is easy,â you spat, leg shaking underneath the table that you leaned onto, your head resting on your hand in annoyance. sunghoon shrugged a little, âapparently not!â with a roll of your eyes, you closed your textbook with a little hostility. flipping your notebook back to the front and sliding the books back into your bag, you said, âthatâs enough for today.â
sunghoon snickered and cooed, âis the dummy too fried? i can dumb it down more for you!â you stopped your motions to give him a sharp glare. âsame time tomorrow, asshole,â you stated as you swung your bag over your shoulder. sunghoon leaned back in the chair across from you, his arms crossing against his chest and exposing his bare arms from his rolled up sleeves. he shook his head, âno. busy.â
you exhaled deeply at the simplified sentence. âi donât care,â you replied as you turned towards the door. âcancel,â you added, and walked out. out the corner of your eye, you could see the smile on sunghoonâs face.
for the rest of the week, you met up with sunghoon for your âtutoringâ sessions. they were always in the same study room in the back of the library that was less occupied, âi donât need anyone seeing me with someone like you,â sunghoon had said.
sunghoon slapped a packet onto the table in front of your seat as you took your bag and coat off. except for your first session, he was always here before you.
you looked at him with a raised brow, âwhat is that?â sunghoon tilted his head to the side and squinted his eyes slightly, âme giving you the pleasure of a mock-up exam. made just for you, aren't i so sweet?â a large smile that showed his teeth appeared at the end of his sentence. scoffing as you took the seat across from him, you slide the packet over to you and flipped through it.
âcomplete it, and iâll grade you. you may begin,â sunghoon said and pulled out his phone as he got comfortable in his seat. âgrade me?â you laughed incredulously. who did he think he was? âthatâs what i said,â he replied, not bothering to look up from his phone. âyouâre not my teacher!â you exclaimed and just as quickly sunghoon replied, âi am right now.â
sighing scornfully, you flicked the page of the packet over, the loud sound making sunghoon raise an eyebrow but not his eyes. you rolled your eyes and threw the packet back on the table as you got out a pen. âthis is ridiculous,â you muttered as you looked over the first question. âi know trying to sweet talk the teacher usually works in movies, but thatâs not going to work here,â sunghoon spoke as he glanced up from his phone at your constant complaints.
âi didn't waste my time making the mock-up for you not to complete it,â he added. your jaw hung open and you clenched your hands into fists. âyou wish i wanted to fuck you for extra credit right now,â you shot at him with a raise of your eyebrow. sunghoon just gave you a pity laugh as he turned his attention back to his phone, âyou wish you could fuck me. sorry, babe, iâm too high up for you to touch.â
the next session he slapped the graded mock-up onto the table as you walked in. instead of sitting in his usual seat, he was sitting against the table on the side nearest to the door. âyouâre wasting my time. why do you still show up if youâre not improving?â sunghoon said as he rose to his feet, annoyed. you took the packet and looked at the grade he gave you and turned to him in confusion. âwhat are you talking about? this is an A+!â he narrowed his eyes slightly at you, âand itâs not good enough, did you hear what i said? you claim you're so much smarter than me, yet your score isnât even touching mine.
you scoffed as you threw the mock-up exam on the table next to you. âletâs see your score then!â you replied, raising your arms in the air and letting them fall to slap against your thighs heavily. âwhat did i tell you yesterday about the movies? we have a test coming up and i bet youâll fail. are you seriously this dumb?â sunghoon said, shaking his head with furrowed brows.
he couldnât be serious right now. you sarcastically nodded, turning away. âyeah⌠why donât you unzip your pants and i can suck you off for a higher score?â you asked, turning back to him with a tilt of your head and your eyebrows raised. sunghoon laughed wryly, âyou wouldnât even be able to handle it⌠you canât even handle the simple questions i give you. what makes you think you could handle my dick down your throat?â
âwell, pull it out and we can see for ourselves!â you said loudly as you crossed your arms. the two of you breathed heavily, anger coming off of you in waves as the tension in the room grew thicker and thicker. a long moment of silence spanned between the both of you as you glared at each other, daring the other to stand down.
sunghoon shook his head to himself ever so slightly before taking one long stride and closing the distance between the two of you. he pushed you up against the wall behind you and his lips were suddenly on yours. your mouth opened in a slight groan and he slid his tongue inside your mouth as your arms raised to wrap around his neck to pull him closer. sunghoonâs hands fell to your hips and he pressed you tighter against the wall.
your tongues battled each other for dominance as you kissed each other desperately. your fingers tugged the ends of his hair and the motion caused him to let out a low moan. sunghoon gripped the jacket you wore at your hips and you could feel the growing bulge against his pants, the kiss turning sloppy.
a small whimper escaped your lips and that broke you out of your fog and made you realize just whose lips are on yours. you push sunghoon off of you, causing him to stumble backwards a little, as you take heavy breaths against the wall. sunghoonâs hands are clenched into tight, white knuckled fists near his sides and his glasses had fell down his nose. his chest rises and falls heavily with his labored breathing. the two of you stare at each other with wide eyes, slight shock and horror flowing through the both of you andânow sexualâtension suffocating you.
you licked your now plumped lips and sunghoonâs eyes followed the motion. silently, you grabbed your bag and walked out the door of the study room. you walked through the library as quickly as you could, not wanting to spend another moment in the same place as him after what had just occurred. not wanting to look at him and kiss him again.
to say your next couple session were awkward and tense would be an understatement. you had thought about not even showing up, but you didnât want mrs. yoo to be on your case. you and sunghoon had barely spoken to each other at all, not even your usual remarks here and there. either he would give you another mock-up test and you would fill it out and he would grade it the next session, or the two of you would be on opposite sides of the table with your laptops opened, working on your speeches. the most communication the two of you had was when one of you would spin your laptop around with a raised eyebrow to make sure you were both on the same page with your speeches.
you couldnât stop thinking about his lips on yours, the need in the way he kissed you. why did he do that? and why would you kiss him back? clearly, you werenât in your right mind. you would leave your sessions early, the tension in the air so thick you just had to get out of the small study room.
âi hope everything is going well?â mrs. yoo asked the both of you after class. you glanced over to sunghoon who stood next to you near your teacherâs desk. a big smile was suddenly plastered across his face, âeverythingâs going great! y/n is really improving!â you had to resist the urge to roll your eyes. mrs. yooâs face lit up, clearly charmed by the resident golden boy of your university, âthatâs wonderful! iâm curious to see how youâll score on tomorrowâs test!â mrs. yoo turned to you, a warm and encouraging smile on her face. âiâm curious too!â you exclaimed as you smiled back.
you and sunghoon walked to the library study room in silence. it was starting to wear at your mind and you couldnât take it anymore. âi thought you said i was gonna fail?â you asked, turning to sunghoon with raised eyebrows. his hands were buried deep in his pant pockets as he turned to you, âyou are.â rolling your eyes as you opened the study room door, you sat your stuff down while taking your jacket off and turned your attention back to him. âso then why didnât you say that to mrs. yoo? trying to protect my feelings?â you cooed as you mockingly put a hand to your heart.
it was sunghoonâs turn to roll his eyes, âsomehow your score keeps dropping. do you have worms for brains or are you not taking this seriously?â he shut the door and sat his bag on the empty chair next to the one he usually sits in. you walked up to him and trailed a finger down his chest. âoh, iâm taking this very seriously,â you replied overly flirtatious, not being able to help the slight laugh that escaped your lips at the end.
sunghoon pushed your finger off of him. âif youâre not gonna take my grading seriously then you can tell mrs. yoo why youâre gonna fail her class and be dropped to the lower ranks. you can also tell her how youâll lose your title as president and how itâll go to me.â he said with his signature smug smirk. you just laughed more, it was so easy to get him annoyed.
you leaned on the table towards his standing figure, giving him your best bedroom eyes, âyou can grade me in something else, mr. presidentâŚâ sunghoon gave you an incredulous look and was quiet. it was hard to stifle your laugh at his reaction. sunghoon sighed deeply, squeezing the area between his eyes and he shut them tightly. âfineâŚâ he muttered and it was so low that you barely heard him. you leaned towards him further with a smile, âwhat was that?â
what you didnât expect was to be pushed up against the wall again, sunghoonâs lips on yours hungrily. âiâll grade you on how well you please me,â he said against your lips as he pinned your arms above your head. you caught your breath and replied, âi bet iâll get an A+!â your blouse was then being pulled over your head, leaving you in your bra. your eyes caught the large square window that looked into the room and you were suddenly glad that nobody really came back here.
sunghoonâs lips were back on yours and you jolted at the cold touch of his fingers at the hem of your panties under the skirt you were wearing. âtake these off,â he demanded breathlessly, pulling them down a little. your fingers overtook his and you did what you were told as sunghoon pulled his shirt off and started to unbuckle his belt. shivering from the cold air of the room, you pulled sunghoon back towards you for a kiss as your hands worked at the buttons of his pants once his belt was off.
you were dripping with need as he pushed your hands away and broke your kiss so he could take his pants and boxers off. your eyes fell down to his large cock with wide eyes. âlike what you see?â sunghoon smirked as he grabbed your arm and moved you to the table.
he instructed you to take your bra off as he harshly pulled down your skirt. never in a million years would you think that you would ever be completely bare in front of park sunghoon and he would be completely bare in front of you. never in a million years would you think that he would be pushing you up onto the edge of the table, his hard cock brushing against your clit, as he spread your legs so your wet pussy was on full display for him.
sunghoon trailed the wetness with his thumb, causing you to jolt. he chuckled a little giving you a mocking sad face, âi barely even touched you⌠i thought you could handle it?â you glared at him and shut your legs, shifting them to the side. âsays the one who was so desperate to get me naked,â you scoffed. âi could say the same about you,â sunghoon replied as he gripped one of your knees to open your legs again.
when you opened your mouth to retort, he pressed his lips to yours in an open mouthed kiss to shut you up. âyouâre a good girl, arenât you?â sunghoon asked against them and chased your lips when you tried to pull away. all you could do was nod in slight annoyance. you gasped when his fingers entered you and he started to pump them in and out. âthen shut up and take my cock like one.â
sunghoon removed his fingers after a couple moments and spread your wetness over your clit. your back arched as a moan escaped you lips. smiling, sunghoon pulled away and lined his cock with your entrance. you gripped onto his biceps as he slowly started to push himself inside you, his hair falling over his glasses as he looked down.
âi hate you,â you finally spat back at him. he glanced up after bottoming out, letting out a heavy breath. you glared sharply at him. it was the only thing you could think to do to distract yourself from how full of him you felt, to stop yourself from grinding your hips towards his. sunghoon rested his hands on your knees, squeezing them slightly. he cocked his head to the side and teasingly asked, âdo you? the way youâre clenching around me right now says otherwise.â
without warning, sunghoon started rolling his hips at a fast pace. your nails dug into his biceps as your brows knitted together from the pleasure. âfuckâŚâ sunghoon muttered as he closed his eyes and threw his head back with an open mouth. âyou donât fucking know what you do to me. i imagined doing this every time you opened up that stupid little mouth of yours.â
you whined at his relentless pace, and had to sit back on your hands with a heavy breath. âlikeâlike you ever couldâŚâ you moaned out. you were well aware that he was doing just that right now, but you didnât care. you just wanted a reaction out of him. sunghoon looked down at you with a stupid grin, his hand moved from your knee to rub circles onto your clit with his thumb, âbaby, what do you think iâm doing right now? i know you arenât this dumbâŚâ
you took your lip between your teeth to stop the moan that wanted to desperately come out of you. ât-this is nothing⌠this is me doing you a favor,â you whimpered, squirming at his fast circles. sunghoon laughed arrogantly, the loud sounds of his skin slapping against yours filling the room, âa favor? please. you were so eager for my cock like the little slut that you are that it was all you talked about since we started these fucking sessions.â
your body twitched as the knot in your stomach got tighter. sunghoon put the hand that wasnât circling your clit behind your head to pull you to him, looking at you with blown out wide eyes and an intensely strange type of hunger. pulling your head back by your hair, his lips crashed onto yours sloppily. moaning against his lips loudly, you felt your walls clench around his hard cock tighter.
sunghoon let out a low grunt, pulling away from you and squeezing his eyes shut. it was a miracle nobody had come back to the study room yet. he was fucking you so hard that the table shook with every thrust and the chairs rattled. the sound of your moans and skin slapping together along with the wet sounds from his cock inside you should raise some warning bells. if you were in your right state of mind right now you wouldnât be doing this at all.
your legs started to tremble and your whimpers got louder. you tried to push sunghoonâs hand away from your clit but all he did was swat away your attempt. âno. you get what you ask for, my stupid little slut. this pussy is mine until iâm finished with it,â sunghoon said lowly and kissed you, thrusting faster. you moaned against his lips and tried to still your heavy breathing, but to no use.
sunghoon pulled away, his teeth biting your lip briefly, when you tried to squeeze your legs together. âwhat did i just fucking tell you?â he spat as he harshly pushed your legs apart again.
you barely even heard his words, too busy with the sweet relief of his hands off your throbbing and sensitive clit. the way his thrusts slowed. ât-too muchâŚâ you trailed, crying out when his pace picked up again. his hand was back at your clit again, fast circles sending you over the edge as your back arched more and you gripped his shoulders for support. you buried your face into his bare neck as loud whimpers flew out of you.
âshhâŚâ sunghoon shushed lowly in your ear. for a second, you thought he was gonna be sweet until he harshly added, âkeep quiet before someone hears us and we both get in trouble. donât wanna ruin that good girl image you have now, do you?â you cut off another whimper with the bite of your lip. you were sure to draw blood with how hard your teeth were biting down.
âthatâs my good girl,â sunghoon soothed, pulling your head back. he pressed a sweet kiss to your lips as he looked down at you through the frames of his glasses. you avoided his eyes, shutting yours tightly altogether with knitted brows as the band finally snapped and you came around him, your body twitching. you could just hear the smug smirk in his voice when sunghoon suddenly said, âiâll stop when you beg me to.â
your eyes flew open and your grip on his shoulders tightened. how was he not a mess from all of this like you were? how could he still ram his cock in and out of you, fingers rubbing fast against your clit, with your mixed release and arousal making everything so slick without a single tremor in his voice? you stared at him with the most furious look you could muster, ân-never.â sunghoonâs smirk widened. âyouâll be too stupid on my cock that you wonât even think twice,â he replied.
sunghoon pulled out of you, letting out the first moan youâve heard from him as you pulsated around him. âfuckâŚâ he breathed as he watched your cum drip out of you. your head fell back as you breathed deeply through your nose, legs still shaking. sunghoon grabbed your arms and pulled you off the table. you wobbled tremendously as your feet hit the floor and you had to hold onto sunghoon for support. he spun you and pushed you down hard on the table, sticking his cock back inside you.
he held your shaking hips steady with firm hands as he pounded into you from behind. sunghoon mustâve been close, because he was letting his moans out more freely. âfuck, y/n⌠your pussy feels so good around my cock,â he whimpered. the overstimulation had your fists clenching and whines leaving your lips. âf-fuck you, s-sunghoon,â you murmured and looked back at him. with another moan, you came around his length again.
with a stuttered laugh, sunghoon lifted you up against his chest and your head fell back to rest against him. his arm wrapped around your breasts and your lower stomach, holding you tight to him as his cock thrusted deeper into you. your eyes fluttered open to look up at him. sunghoon pecked the side of your mouth, âyou are, baby.â
his lips fell down to your neck and he began sucking marks onto it, making you shiver. âwhen iâm done, everyone will know who you belong to,â sunghoon whispered lowly in your ear. he groaned and buried his head into your neck as he came undone inside of you. you whimpered at the feeling of being so full, sunghoonâs low whines in your ear, and the fact that he just didnât stop. even after he came.
you felt the cum dripping down your thighs and for once in your entire life, you were grateful for sunghoon. if he wasnât holding you so tightly to him you wouldâve fell over. âs-sunghoonâŚâ you whined just before he brought his lips to yours. he hummed against your lips, a smile spreading. you didnât want to beg, you refused to beg, but the pornographic sounds emitting from your two bodies and the waves of pleasure flowing through your body were making you extremely hazy.
âsunghoonâŚâ you whined again against his lips. he kissed you slowly, which was a contrast to how fast he was fucking into you right now. âi already told you what to do,â he replied before going back to kissing you. you shook your head, you didnât want to. whimpering as you came once again, you whispered âp-pleaseâŚâ against his lips.
pulling away and chuckling lowly, sunghoon said, âplease what, baby?â you scrunched your face up. you just couldnât believe that he was making you beg and you just couldnât believe you were actually about to do it. âplease⌠itâs t-too much. p-please stop!â you begged him. placing another slow kiss against your lips, which he made sure to drag out with a smirk, he leaned you against the table to pull out.
your legs trembled and your walls clenched around nothing at the sudden feeling of emptiness. you fell onto the table for support as your chest rose and fell hard. vaguely, you could hear sunghoon moving around behind you, but you could barely keep your eyes open right now.
you felt gentle hands pulling you up and turning you around. âlay back on the table,â sunghoon said softly, tissues in hand. you didnât have it in you to argue so you did what you were told. you felt him wiping between your legs and squirmed and jolted at his touch with how sensitive you were. at least the coldness of the table helped provide you comfort against your burning skin.
sunghoon grabbed your waist and helped you sit up. at some point he had grabbed your blouse, which he was now putting above your head after helping you with your bra. there was silence in the air as he got you off the table to put the rest of your clothes on, but it wasnât a heavy silence, it was actually a comfortable one.
once you were all dressed and sitting in a chair with your coat on, he put the rest of his clothes back on too since he was only in his boxers. he outstretched his arm once he was done for you to take and you stood up with wobbly knees to grab it. âwhy are you being so nice to me?â you asked him quietly, more genuinely curious than suspicious. he swung your bag over his other shoulder, âi just overstimulated the shit out of you, itâs the least i could do.â
after making sure the two of you had everything, he then added, âor call it post nut clarity⌠i donât really care.â you rolled your eyes at him as he led you through the library. both of your names were suddenly called and you heard approaching footsteps. turning in unison, a confused look on your face, you saw as your debate team president ran up to you.
she looked over the two of you, your intertwined arms, your closeness, and the fact that sunghoon was carrying your things with a shocked smile. âoh! you two have gotten close!â she remarked. you gave her a polite smile, your nose scrunching slightly to speak but sunghoon beat you to it, âshe was having a hard time and i was around, so iâm just helping her out!â
you so badly wanted to glare at him for the double meaning of his words but didnât want to give away what had just happened in one of the study rooms. âoh no, what happened?â your debate president asked, her brows drawing together with worry. âsheâs overstimulated,â sunghoon smiled and your eyes widened as you glanced at him. âitâs been a long dayâŚâ you quickly added, cheeks heating up as you ignored the smile on sunghoonâs face. âyou know, all the fluorescent lights and everythingâŚâ your president nodded, putting a comforting hand on your shoulder as she wished the both of you well.
once you were out of the library, you harshly nudged sunghoon, which didnât really do much but make you stumble. âyou fucking asshole! why would you say that!â you whisper-yelled, looking around you to make sure none of the students passing by heard. sunghoon beamed, laughing loudly, âitâs not my fault you thought of it that way!â
throughout the test, you kept looking across the room at sunghoon. you wanted to walk over and laugh in his face. this test was absolutely easy, even easier than before. you were going to pass this test with flying colors and score above whatever sunghoon gets. you were giddy with excitement to brag in his face.
at the end when all the tests were collected, you looked over at sunghoon again only to find him already looking at you. his head was resting in his hand and he looked slightly spaced out, but when your gaze met his he straightened and cocked his head to the side while raising an eyebrow. âA+, asshole!â you mouthed with a wide smug smile. sunghoon shook his head with the ghost of a smirk and mouthed, âyou wish.â
âwhen did the two of you start dating?â you heard your debate team president say as she came up to you, leaning next to where you sat. you turned to her with a confused upraised brow. âwhat are you talking about? we arenât dating,â you gave a shocked laugh. is she serious? you dating sunghoon of all people? please. you had standards. letting him fuck you was more than enough.
your president looked at you with complete surprise, âyou arenât? ohâŚâ you laughed again as you packed up your things. âyou two would make a cute couple!â she smiled. you rapidly shook your head and scrunched your face up at her comment, hanging your bag off your shoulder, âhe wishes.â your president laughed, giving you a look, as she turned to leave.
you started to walk after her but felt a hand grab your wrist and pull you back, keeping you in the empty classroom. turning with your eyebrows raised, you gave sunghoon an annoyed expectant look. âhow was the test, dumbass? too hard for you?â he pouted and you scoffed at him, crossing your arms over your chest. âitâs gonna be so good to watch your face fall when you see iâve gotten a better score than you!â you exclaimed and then moved to walk out of the class.
sunghoon followed behind you, âoh, please! i already told you your scores arenât even touching mine in the slightest. keep dreaming.â you pushed the door open to the building and the afternoon breeze brushed against you. walking towards the direction of the library, you said, âyet i can guarantee you i passed that test with flying colors!â sunghoon just scoffed and the two of you walked the short distance to the library in silence.
when you pushed open the study room, you sat your stuff down and got your laptop out to finish working on your debate speech. the competition was in a couple days and you still had half of your speech to write and make sure was absolutely perfect. âso, what is my grade? A+? i bet it is,â you asked, looking up at him from your seated position as he pulled his laptop out across from you. sunghoon furrowed his eyebrows at you, pushing his hair out of the frames of his glasses. âyesterdayâŚ? and you say iâm the idiot,â you added, muttering the last part.
sunghoon mockingly thought for a second before swiftly replying, âiâd give you a D-.â you scoffed, âa D-? youâre such a liar.â he shrugged, clicking some keys on his laptop in front of him. âyou sucked, but it was what i expected from someone of the likes of you,â sunghoon replied.
âyou werenât saying that when you were moaning over how good my pussy felt,â you smirked at him with a triumphant raise of your brow. âcouldnât even keep your lips off of me! hm⌠iâd give you an F average.â sunghoon snorted, âyou werenât saying that when my cock was deep inside you and you kept cumming around me.â
your eyes narrowed at him and you felt your face heat ever so slightly, âonly because you were overstimulating me! of course i was gonna cum! then you wouldnât stop or slow down!â sunghoon leaned forward onto the table on his elbows, a devious smirk playing on his lips. âdonât act like you didnât fucking love it like the little slut that you are,â he said lowly. you leaned forward too, using his own smirk against him, âonly if you stop acting like you donât want to strip me naked right now and fuck me again.â
âyeah, only so youâll stop acting like a fucking brat,â sunghoon replied. you smirk grew into a flirtatious smile, âawe, you wanna kiss me so bad!â sunghoon rolled his eyes and turned his attention back to his laptop and you smiled widely before doing the same.
after about an hour of working on your speeches and cross checking them with each other, your laptop dinged with a notification that your test was graded. âtest scores are out!â you exclaimed, hurriedly clicking on the notification to take you to your gradebook. out the corner of your eye you saw sunghoon lean into his laptop.
â98.75,â sunghoon said. you jumped to your feet in celebration, â99.25, fucker!â you then leaned over your laptop towards him so your face was only a short distance from his. âsuck. on. that!â you exclaimed, smugness dripping from your voice. âmiss me! miss me! now you gotta kiss me!â you then teased, tilting your head back and forth at him. sunghoon got up from his seat slightly and leaned towards you until your faces were just inches apart. ânow everytime you get a high score youâre gonna think of me fucking the shit out of you. right on this table. congrats!â
sunghoon pressed a kiss to your lips before going back to his speech. you stood there for a quick moment completely stunned as your face heated. sunghoon didnât even glance back up at you or anything. he was completely focused on his speech, eyes trailing the lines on the screen. âfuck you,â you mumbled, going back to your speech with annoyance flowing into you. âthink youâd be able to handle it again?â he replied smoothly, eyes never leaving his screen.
your debate team competition was tomorrow and you were so thankful that you managed to perfect your speech a couple days before. you were also thankful that you no longer had to be âtutoredâ by sunghoon since your grades were back to what they once were. though, you were not thankful that you still had to spend more time with him. that would all end soon though, thankfully.
stepping onto the bus that your debate team president somehow managed to secure, you made your way towards the middle of the bus and chose a seat at random. there weren't a whole lot of people on the debate team, so it was a small bus. you scooted towards the window and leaned your head against it, staring out at the parking lot of your campus.
the location at which the competition was being held and where your hotel was wasn't that far away. maybe a two or three hour drive from your university? either way, you felt exhausted and all you were excited to do was sleep the ride away.
turning, you watched your members file into the small bus, laughing and chatting away amongst each other. your eyes couldnât help but trail sunghoon as he stepped onto the bus and the sun reflected off his glasses, catching your attention. his eyes immediately found yours and the corners of his mouth lifted ever so slightly. you rolled your eyes and looked away, finding the seat in front of you way more interesting.
you looked back over to him when you saw him getting closer. he sat in the seat ahead of you on the opposite side of the bus. leaning against the window and throwing his feet up onto the rest of the seat, he looked over at you over the rims of his glasses. âlike what you see?â he mouthed and you rolled your eyes again, ignoring how his words brought up memories of the two of you fucking, and continued to stare.
sunghoon pulled out his phone and started scrolling on it for a little bit. he mustâve felt you still staring at him, lids droopy, because he glanced back up at you. âsleepy?â he mouth and then pouted, doing a fake crying motion. you didnât have the energy to shoot something back at him so all you did was nod, lids fluttering closed for a second. âso go to sleep,â he mouthed.
you sighed deeply and glanced around the bus. the bus was quiet besides the sounds of wheels going over concrete and the occasional rattling of the things on the bus. majority of your members were either asleep or on their way to it, and mrs. yoo was asleep as soon as she got comfortable in her seat at the front. âcanât,â you mouthed to sunghoon, followed by a shrug.
even though you were dead tired, for some reason your eyes just wouldnât close besides the occasional flutter. you watched as sunghoon sighed lightly before moving over to your seat. he sat his bag down on his lap, patting it down a little, and turned towards you. you looked back at him, confusion clear in your eyes. he wrapped his arm around your shoulders and pulled you towards his lap, insinuating that you rested your head on his bag.
shifting a little so you were more comfortable, you laid your head on his bag. sunghoonâs arm laid across the side of your waist and his hand rubbed soothing circles into it. âdonât think this is because i like you,â he whispered to you. you looked up at him. âmhm⌠and you wanna kiss me,â you quietly muttered, sleep heavy on your tone.
âyou want me to kiss you again,â sunghoon quietly shot back. your eyes drooped shut as you replied, âmhm⌠sure do.â sunghoonâs hand moved from your waist to your face as he turned it so you were facing him again. he leaned down and his lips met yours in a slow and sweet kiss. when he pulled away, he whispered with no punch, âyou get what you ask for, idiot.â you just hummed, already half asleep as he continued to rub soothing circles onto the side of your waist.
at some point, probably immediately after sunghoon had kissed you, you had fallen asleep. itâs quite surprising how easily you were able to simply from laying your head in his lap. when you woke up, the sun was setting and the streaks of pink and orange greeted you. you were still facing sunghoon a little, and you could see how he was fast asleep.
his hand was still across your waist, and you had to gently and slowly move it to his lap so you could sit up without waking him. the whole bus seemed to still be asleep, except for the bus driver, and you checked your phone to see that there was still about forty minutes until you reached your hotel. turning back to sunghoon, you giggled lightly to yourself at how his head leaned back on the seat as he slept. slowly you took his glasses off his face and put them on yours.
poking his cheek, you had to stifle your laugh as he jolted slightly. you stared at him with a dumb smile on your face as his eyes fluttered open and he blinked rapidly for a moment. he straightened, his eyes finding yours with a ghost of a smile on his mouth. âdamn your vision fucking sucks,â you immediately said, your voice low not to wake anyone.
his vision actually wasnât that bad, only slightly blurry for you, but you could still see out of his glasses just fine. âno shit sherlock,â sunghoon replied. âwhat do you think i need glasses for? and my vision isnât even that bad, i can still see fine without them.â it was just so funny to tease him and see what his reaction will be. you couldnât resist doing it, especially not when he would always deliver.
you started dramatically posing with his glasses, trying to keep the smile from growing on your face. âdo you think your glasses are the look for me?â you playfully asked him. âdo i look beautiful?â immediately sunghoon replied, âno, you look hideous.â he took his glasses back from you and put them back on his own face, his eyebrow raising at you after.
you let out a quiet laugh and wrapped your arms around his neck. you then countered, âawe, baby, you think iâm so beautiful? you wanna kiss me again?â you pouted your lips as you waited for his answer. sunghoon just rolled his eyes. âtotallyâŚâ he whispered, placing his hands on your waist. âi definietly do.â
smirking slightly, you leaned in and kissed him just as slow and sweet as he did to you earlier. only this time, you deepened it. you could practically feel sunghoonâs shock coming off of him in waves and it made you smile into the kiss. you pulled away suddenly, a playful smile on your lips, âyou get what you ask for!â you then gasped lightly and whispered really low, a hand over your mouth, ânot here, nasty! thereâs people around!â when he tried to kiss you again.
you tried to move your arms from his neck and turn away but sunghoon pulled you closer to him. ânuh uhâŚâ he muttered his lips pressing to yours for a chaste kiss. âthat didnât bother you before in the study room,â he whispered close to your ear sensually. your face heated as he pressed another kiss to your lips. âdidnât bother you when we were shaking the table and your moans could be heard across campus,â he whispered in your other ear before pressing sweet kisses to your neck. you had to resist the urge to moan as you glanced around the bus to see everyone still sleeping, your face on fire.
the marks from his lips on your neck the last time has just started to almost completely disappear. you had to wear turtlenecks or keep your scarf on during the day, whichâthankfullyâthe weather outside was chilly. âgo back to your original seat,â you replied, pushing his head away from your neck. you pushed at his chest but he didnât budge. âor what?â he challenged eyes boring into yours.
you rolled your eyes and tried to scoot as far from him as his hands pulling you towards him would allow. âwe both know whoâs in charge here,â he spoke quietly, lips on your jaw when you turned your face away from him. âand we both know i have more than enough reasons to punish you.â his breath fanning on your skin sent a shiver down your spine and it made sunghoon chuckle.
sunghoon guided your face back to his with the tip of his finger. he gave you another slow kiss before breaking away with a smug smirk and grabbing his bag to move back to his original seat. you breathed heavily and tried to still your rapidly beating heart. every moment you spent with him was always filled with such intensity, such tension that by the end of it you felt like you ran a marathon while holding your breath the entire time.
you glanced at him to see that he was leaned back against his window towards you, arms crossed in his lap, his hair over his glasses slightly and eyes shut. you stared at him for a moment as your heart rate increased more. how did he always manage to make you feel like this?
shaking your head at the thought, you watched as his chest rose and fell until he was asleep again. you didnât have anything better to do, and you werenât tired, so you watched him until more people started to wake and it was almost time to get your suitcases from the back of the bus to go into your hotel.
âare you sure you donât want to go to the pre-competition party?â your debate team president, and hotel roommate, asks while half her body is wrapped around the door to your room. a couple of your other members are outside the room waiting for her. âiâm fine! truly, i am. iâm really tired and just want to head to bed early,â you tell her, lying through your teeth. âgo have fun! donât stay out too late!â she laughs and responds before stepping out, âcanât say that i wonât!â
you sigh as the door closes and the keycard lock clicks into place. dropping onto your bed for the night, you stare up at the ceiling as thoughts of sunghoon flow through your mind. thatâs what you really wanted to stay in for. heâs been in your mind a lot recently, and not just of the occasional thoughts of how much you hated him.
do you even still hate him? you didnât know. the relationship between the two of you was all over the place, lines blurred everywhere. you hate each other, but the two of you have slept togetherâand you donât even know if you could label it as hate sex at this point. you hate each other, but occasionally sunghoon kisses you, and today you kissed him?
what makes you even more confused, and shocks you to your core, is the fact that you donât seem to mind the weird relationship you and sunghoon have. in fact, you actually kind of like it. it makes you look over all of your interactions with brand new eyes. youâre ripped out of your thoughts by a knock at your door. sliding from the bed, you walk over to the door and open it, only to be faced with the person running rampid in your thoughts himself.
sunghoon had his laptop in his hand and he looked at you expectantly. wordless, and still a little in your thoughts, you move to the side to let him in. âwhat are you doing here?â you ask him. sunghoon waved his laptop in the air as he got settled at the desk in your hotel room. âwe need to go over our speeches one last time before the competition tomorrow,â he replied.
a smug smile graced your features and you boasted, âiâm already finished with mine! must be because youâre so inferior to me that you arenât!â sunghoon snorted, âthese are just revisions, i finished mine a week ago. canât say the same for you, unfortunately. iâm not the the one who was feverishly scrambling to finish my speech two days before the competition.â you rolled your eyes even though his back was to you. you completely forgot that you had finished your speech with him present at the study room. âfuck off,â you muttered.
a comfortable silence filled the room as you laid on your bed staring at the ceiling and sunghoon typed at the desk. you were bored out your mind. the music from the party outside where the pool was floated up to your ears. even being on the third floor, the music was decently loud. almost every debate team thatâll be partaking in the competition was down there.
âsunghoon,â you whined. âiâm so fucking bored can you hurry up.â you heard him chuckle, âthat just makes me want to go slower.â silence overtook the room again for a couple minutes before you whined out again. âiâm bored,â you turned to stare at sunghoonâs side profile. you just realized how pretty he was. âwhat do you want me to do about it? shut up so i can focus,â he replied.
every couple minutes you would whine about how you were bored. you could see the irritation continuously building in sunghoonâs shoulders every time you opened your mouth. at first you really were bored, but then you saw how it was annoying him and that became entertaining to you. especially when he started to just flat out ignore you.
standing from the bed, you walked over to him, running your fingers through his hair and resting your head on top of his. you whined out once again, dragging out the vowel, âsunghoon iâm bored!â you glanced down to his laptop and saw that he was basically almost done. he had only a few more paragraphs before the end. a mischievous smile curled your lips as you thought of something that would make him really annoyed.
moving to the side and leaning in front of him, you lifted your leg over his to straddle him. sunghoon let out a loud annoyed sigh as you put your hands on his shoulders. he stared at you with furrowed brows, his arms falling to his sides. you pouted, âwhat? you donât want me now?â sunghoon breathed in hard, âno, i donât.â
you grinded against him and his hands flew to your hips. âdo you really wanna get on my nerves?â he asked harshly. truthfully, besides being entertained at seeing him annoyed, you donât know why you were straddling him. why you were currently grinding against him again and his hands at your hips were holding you firmly still. you didnât know why being in his presence filled you with such an intense need that you just had to provoke him to the point where he would touch you in some way.
a playful smile started to take over your pout. sunghoon sighed deeply and scooted his chair back away from the desk a little. your smile only grew when suddenly his lips were on yours. the kiss was just as desperate as you felt and just as intense. it reminded you of the time the two of you first kissed. the desperate need that left you breathless and made you run. but you werenât running now. you wanted sunghoonâyou needed him.
grinding against him again, he sharply inhaled and pulled away from you. you could feel his growing bulge and could feel how much wetter you were getting. he moved to stand and you got off of him. your body felt of fire and you shook ever so slightly in anticipation from whatever might happen next.
sunghoon moved to your bed, âwhereâs your roommate?â he asked and looked to you. his stare was intense and emotions that you couldnât decipher swirled in his eyes. âthe party,â you replied simply. âshe wonât be back until late⌠or at all if sheâs with her boyfriend.â a shiver ran down your spine at sunghoonâs satisfied smirk.
he laid on your bed, back against the headboard with an arm behind his head, his intense eyes never leaving yours. âare you just gonna stand there like a fucking idiot or are you gonna start taking your clothes off?â he asked you in the sweetest tone youâve heard from him yet. âyou want my cock so bad? come here and ride me.â
your mouth fell open and you stuttered over what to do next. you didnât know why you were suddenly so shy. âand if i donât?â you managed to say, the confidence was leaking out of your voice. sunghoon tilted his head to the side, his eyes trailing up and down your body from across the room and heating it up even more than it was before. âthen iâll leave you here all fucking needy,â he said simply.
slowly, you started to remove each article of clothing one by one. you kept avoiding his intense eyes that never left you, especially when he lifted his hips off the bed to take his sweatpants and boxers off, hard and leaking cock on full display. you only got a brief moment of tranquility from his stare when he went to take his shirt off.
you stood completely naked in front of him. he had shifted down on the bed a little, him completely naked now too. for some reason, even thought this isnât the first time you were naked in front of him, this time felt different. you felt suddenly exposed, like the fog between the two of you had disappeared and you were seeing each other clearly for the first time. he had to feel it too, or else he wouldnât be staring at you so intently, his brows slightly knitted together.
after a moment of silence, a moment that felt like eternity with the thick tension in the air, sunghoon finally broke it. you stood with your hands intertwined together in front of you, squirming a little to find some way not to feel so exposed. your eyes were firmly on the bottom of the bed where you could just barely make sunghoon out in your peripheral vision.
âcome here,â sunghoon said softly. your eyes fluttered up to him and you moved slowly towards the bed, perching just at the end as you sat back on your knees. the room suddenly felt cold and goosebumps formed on your skin. sunghoon shifted a little so he was sitting more against the headboard again. âcloser,â he said in the same soft tone. he put his hands to his sides as his eyes trailed over your face.
you crawled towards him slowly, and immediately regretted it when you looked up at his sharp intake of breath. you straddled his thighs, his big and hard cock brushing against your stomach. sunghoon moved his hands from his sides to your waist and caught your lips in a sweet and soothing kiss.
you moved your ridgid arms from your sides to around his neck, fingers combing through the bottom of his hair. the longer you kissed sunghoon, the more you felt your nerves dissolve and the more your need for him grew. you got up on your knees and grabbed sunghoonâs cock, which made him let out a moan against your lips, and lined it to your entrance. slowly, you slid down his length until he was fully inside of you.
you did as he told you to do and started to grind your hips, pulling away from his lips to whimper at how good he felt. his long cock rubbed against your sweet spot so well and you rolled your hips faster and faster as the waves of pleasure hit you one by one.
sunghoon kissed you slowly as you came undone on top of him. he smiled against your lips as you kept pulling away to moan or whimper from his cock inside you. it almost made you forget that he was annoyed with youâalmost. it almost made you forget until you fell against him with your head buried in his chest as you pulsated around him and he lifted your hips so you were sitting on your knees slightly. until you pulled away from his chest with knitted eyebrows and he stared at you with intense, blown out eyes. until he gripped your hips so you wouldnât move and fucked up into you so hard that it made you cry out.
tears brimmed in your eyes and you couldnât stop the breathy stuttered whimpers that escaped you even if you tried. âs-sunghoonâŚâ you moaned out. sunghoon threw his head back onto the headboard at his name on your lips. âwhat? this is what you wanted, isnât it?â he asked you, mock sweetness in his voice. âwhen you kept grinding against me, this is what you asked for, isnât it?â he slammed his lips on yours, humming at the way you clenched around him again, warm cum dripping down his cock.
âa-asshole,â you pushed out, glaring at him because that was all you could do. his eyebrows raised at you and he let out a wry laugh, âbaby, you have no idea.â suddenly you were being pulled off the bed. suddenly sunghoon was throwing the balcony door open and the cold air was nipping at your skin.
you were being pulled to the balcony, party in full swing below you and music attacking your ears. you were lucky that if someone were to look up three floors that theyâd only see your fucked out expression as sunghoon bent you over the railing and stuck his cock back inside you. âsince you wanna be a fucking brat for me, you can be a brat for everyone. letâs show everyone how much of a fucking slut you are.â
the retorts quickly died on your tongue when sunghoon began moving, smacking his hips harshly against your ass. âarenât you such a good girl? already cumming twice against my cock. you want more? cause iâll give you fucking more,â sunghoon leaned down to your ear to ask you over the music. you nodded, severely regretting pissing him off. your legs wobbled underneath you.
you already knew what was coming next when you felt his hand wrap around your waist. he pulled you up and said harshly, âuse your fucking words. are you trying to annoy me more?â you swallowed down the moans in your throat. ân-no,â you whimpered and squeezed your eyes shut. âi w-want you to give m-me moreâŚâ if you thought him making you beg for him to stop the first time he fucked you was humiliating, it had nothing on this.
your back arched and that just made it worse. he pulled you back to him by your hair and you moaned at the pain and from the pleasure of his cock ramming in and out of you. you heard him smugly laugh behind you and you opened your eyes to look at him. he stared directly into your eyes, âyouâre mine. and your pussy for the night is mine to do with what i please. do you understand?â you nodded.
remembering to use your words, you pushed out, ây-yes.â sunghoonâs lips were on yours with a sloppy kiss that ended just as fast as it started. âand who do you belong to?â he asked you, mouth by your ear. you inhaled as deeply as you could with the pleasure ripping you apart. âyou,â you breathed, barely above a whisper. sunghoon gave you the sweetest smile and followed it up with the sweetest kiss. âgood fucking girl.â
he brought you back inside and shut the balcony behind you. you barely got to breathe a sigh of relief that cold air wasnât nipping at your skin before your face was buried in the comforter and you let out the loudest moan youâve ever let out before. sunghoon fucked into you so deeply, his own loud moans escaping him, that it sent you over the edge. you clenched around him again and he whimpered out a, âfuck, baby⌠youâre gonna make me cum if you keep clenching around my cock like that.â
you whimpered out something even you couldnât understand, thick tears rolling down your face from the ecstasy. you let out another loud moan, the rope inside you about to snap. âyou drive me f-fucking crazy, y/n. do you know that?â sunghoon stuttered. the two of you came at the same time, intertwined moans and whimpers filling the hotel room.
sunghoon fell over you, managing to catch himself with his hands at your sides as you felt his cock twitch inside you from his release. he pulled out from you slowly, whimpering at how you clenched around him in the process. he laid down on the edge of the bed and helped pull you up so you straddled him again and laid against his chest. sunghoonâs arms wrapped around you as you both breathed heavily.
once you felt your body still and you no longer felt like you were being ripped apart by his huge cock giving you waves of pleasure, you sat up with sudden determination. sunghoon looked up at you through half opened eyes and tilted glasses. you took his cock, relishing in the way he moaned and dug his head into the blankets as his eyes squeezed shut, and slid it back inside you. you tried not to double over at the sensitivity and how you could feel every vein on his cock inside you.
you placed your hands on his chest and looked down at him, eyes burning and the hint of a smile on your lips. sunghoon laughed, and it had to be the first time youâve ever heard him genuinely laugh. a genuine smile spread across his lips after. you felt your heart flutter at the sight despite your plans. âwant me to get a taste of my own medicine, huh?â sunghoon smiled up at you, causing your own to grow, and you nodded as you started to rock your hips back and forth.
sunghoon put his hands on your hips, whimpers leaving him and making his teeth clench. you picked up your paced and he stared up at you through knitted eyebrows. your smile grew more as you got to watch every moan, every whimper, and every whine that left his mouth, just as he did you. it didnât take long for sunghoon to cum again, and thank god for that. you didnât know how long you could take being hit with more waves of pleasure.
his hands gripped your hips hard as he moaned out your name. you giggled and continued to move your hips, creamy sounds coming from the motion. âo-okay, y/nâŚâ sunghoon whined and you shook your head. âbeg me to stop,â you demanded, giggles on your lips. âstâokay! s-stop. please stop!â
you smiled and pulled yourself off of him slowly. sunghoon let out a shaky breath and looked over at you, âthatâs the only time iâll let you do that.â you looked over at him from your spot next to him, an eyebrow raised in a challenge. âwho says there will be a next time?â you replied. sunghoon just shook his head at you and laughed, âwe both know this isnât the last time.â you laughed and gave him a quick kiss. âso then you know that that wonât be the only time!â you sweetly exclaimed.
he sat up and you followed, standing to your feet and almost falling to the floor had it not been for sunghoon catching you. he sat you back down on the bed, helping you to move back against the headboard. âstay here... iâll get a towel to clean you up,â he chuckled and you nodded. you werenât even shocked like how you were the last time that he was being so sweet. in fact, after the way he just fucked you, it was a welcome change. even if the one-eighty made you dizzy.
sunghoon grabbed your clothes off the floor and sat them beside you as he started to clean you up. âyou might want to put on something warmer⌠i did have you out in the cold naked,â he spoke softly as you put your shirt on. the clothes you were wearing before was a long sleeved pajama top and pajama shorts. the room was already a little bit cold, so maybe he was right. âall i packed was pajama shortsâŚâ you trailed as he finished cleaning between your legs.
âyou can wear my sweatpants,â sunghoon replied and reached down to the floor to grab them. he handed them to you and stood to his feet to clean himself off. âwell then what would you wear?â you asked, brows furrowing. sunghoon shrugged, âiâll be fine. iâll just wear my boxers and put a different pair of sweatpants on when i get back to my room.â he put his boxers on and helped you to put your underwear and his sweatpants on. he then turned for the bathroom.
suddenly, and at full force, you realized that your night togetherâyour time tonight with himâwas coming to a close. and you realized how you didnât want him to leave. sunghoon came out the bathroom in just his shirt and boxers and halted in his steps to stare at you. it was the most openly longing brief stare and it made your heart explode in your chest before he turned away to his laptop.
he gathered his laptop and turned back to you, a less intense version of his intense stare from earlier drilling into you. you could see that brief longing hiding behind it. you panicked from the intent attention and said, âdonât stare at me like that.â there was that genuine smile that made you want to melt. âor what? you canât even move,â he replied, a laugh at the edges of his voice. you rolled your eyes playfully as he came up to you and pressed a kiss to your lips.
sunghoon turned to leave and you grabbed his hand, making him turn back towards you with knitted brows. âcan you stay with me?â you asked shyly as you looked down to where your hand held his, ââŚplease?â you dared a glance at him and saw as the corners of his mouth were trying hard not to lift. he nodded and moved to set his laptop back on the desk, along with his glasses.
you scooted over in the bed and got under the covers and he did the same after turning the lights off. sunghoon pulled you closer to him in the darkness, until your head was to his chest. you looked up at him and he kissed you slowly, and this time it felt more intimate rather than teasing. âyou donât hurt anywhere do you? are you sore?â he asked quietly between kisses. you shook your head, âno but iâll probably be sore in the morning.â
âiâm sorry, baby,â he spoke, kissing you a final time before resting his chin on your head and pulling you closer. you inhaled his scent and shut your eyes, a sudden wave of tiredness hitting you. âi know youâre tired,â he then said. âgo to sleep, iâll be here to help you.â you nodded and let yourself drift off. when you woke up the next morning, sunghoon was gone.
you and your debate team members were rounding back up onto the bus after a successful debate competition, tired smiles and sleepy yawns everywhere. it was a miracle that you were able to speak so confidently at your competition after what happened last night. especially with your emotions all over the place when you woke up to find that you were completely alone in your hotel room.
you and sunghoon havenât spokenâbesides at the debateâall day. and if you were being honest⌠you were kind of avoiding him. you just couldnât be around him after last night. he made your head foggy and your heart pound and you were helpless to stop it. the two of you werenât even friends, and you clearly werenât dating, so what were you?
all of your members were sound asleep as soon as they stepped on the bus and you smiled a little to yourself. they mustâve had a fun time at the party last night. you had your head leaning on the window as you watched the passing scenery. you didnât turn when you felt the seat dip next to you.
you had felt sunghoonâs eyes on you, that burning intensity, but you couldnât look at him right now. you closed your eyes when you felt his arm wrap around you and you were pulled to him. âsleep,â he spoke softly, his hand brushing the side of your face that was now in his lap. you couldnât, so you just nodded as you kept your eyes closed. you slowed your breathing until you felt his slow and cracked your eyes open as you slowly turned to look up at him.
sunghoon was fast asleep, his head drooped down towards you and glasses hanging down his nose. you wanted so badly to cup his face and kiss his lips, and that thought caught you off guard horrifically. slowly, you began to put the pieces together.
the way your face would heat and your heart rate would pick up... the way you always seemed to find him in any crowded room, your eyes always lingering on him⌠the way you wanted to be near himâneeded to be near him, to have his lips on yours to the point where you would constantly provoke him⌠you had feelings for park sunghoon.
your eyes widened significantly and you were glad that everyone was asleep for your realization. you liked sunghoon. you liked him, and your feelings for him were only growing more and more as you spent more and more time with him. before you even realized it, your hand was raising to move the hair that had fallen in his face. your eyes widened as he stirred slightly and you froze. thankfully, he stayed asleep and you dropped your hand as you continued to stare.
you had stayed there like that, just silently watching him for almost the whole bus ride. when you saw him stir you quickly shut your eyes and slowed your breathing again. you felt him shift ever so slightly and heard him let out a low sigh. his fingers brushed your face softly, the pad of his thumb brushing back and forth before his arm rested across your waist.
after a few minutes had passed, you pretended to wake up, eyes fluttering open and connecting with his. you blinked a couple times before moving to sit up. glancing around the bus to everyoneâs sleeping forms, you saw him furrow his eyebrows a little in your peripheral.
when you looked back at him, head leaning back against the bus seat, sunghoon had cupped your face and pressed a kiss to your lips. he went to stand but you grabbed his hand. your eyes widened slightly and he turned back to you in slight shock, eyebrows raising. you stared at him with wide eyes and pulled him back down lightly.
what if he didnât want this, didnât want to be with you? what if all he enjoyed between the two of you was all the kisses and the sex with no strings attached? sunghoon sat back down and you turned to lean against the window, thoughts racing.
when you got to campus you had basically sprinted away from the bus after getting your things to your dorm. you were glad that you didnât really have to spend anymore time with sunghoon, since you didnât need his âtutoringâ and the debate competition was over. maybe you can try and get rid of these feelings, try and go back to the way things were before you and sunghoon ever even kissed.
you laughed wryly to yourself as you put your stuff away in your dorm. things will never be the way they were before. that ship sailed as soon as his lips touched yours, as soon as you were both naked and your bodies were pressed together.
you had avoided sunghoon in all the classes you shared, inside the hallways, and anywhere on or off campus. you never realized how much he was always in your orbit before you were actively trying to stay out of his. it was going well, you were ignoring his stare on you, lost in your own thoughts as the class was about to end.
thatâs when you felt someone lean down next to you and a, âyouâre mine.â was uttered. at least, thatâs what you heard. you jumped, looking over to see no one other than sunghoon. your mind flashed back to the hotel and you blinked a couple times to clear your thoughts. with knitted brows you said, âwhat?â sunghoon raised an eyebrow at you, giving you a weird look. âi said youâre my partner,â he replied, brows furrowing when you gave him a confused look. âfor the presentationâŚ?â he added and you tried to think about what he was talking about.
vaguely, you remember your teacher talking about some powerpoint project that she wanted you to group into pairs for. you wanted to bang your head against the wall at the fact that you were gonna have to spend even more time with sunghoon. your feelings havenât even left! if anything, theyâve intensified. you inhaled deeply, âokay.â
the two of you were now sitting in your study room, silence hanging in the air with tension that couldnât be cut with a fucking chainsaw. your laptops were in front of you, open to your shared slides. under the table, sunghoonâs leg shook furiously. throughout your time in here, he had tried to kiss you twice. he had given you a confused look when you turned your head away both times, opting to focus on something else. the first time he thought you were being bratty, but when it happened the second time he had raised an eyebrow at you.
âcan you stop changing all the slides i make?â sunghoon suddenly spat out as he looked at you angrily. you gave him a glare. âwell maybe if you would stop thinking with your dick and use your brain you wouldnât be struggling with this easy ass topic and i wouldnât have to keep editing all your slides,â you shot back.
sunghoon scoffed, âmaybe if you would stop thinking about my dick and focus we wouldnât be having all these problems and we would be on the same page!â you couldnât help but take his words as a double meaning. the two of you stared at each other with angry, intense glares. you sighed heavily and stood to your feet, annoyance dripping from you as sunghoon watched.
you stormed over to him and sat on his lap, grabbing his face and bringing your lips to his roughly. his hands immediately came to your hips as he kissed you back with just as much roughness. âi hate you so fucking bad,â sunghoon muttered against your lips. there was no heat in it. âyou want to fuck me so fucking bad,â you immediately replied.
sunghoon started to turn the kiss sweet, holding you against him as his hands moved to your lower back and the back of your neck. his touch sent a shiver down your spine. âi want you, y/nâŚâ he said after a moment. you pulled away and tried to get off of him, but he held you tighter. in what way did he want you? âi want you too,â you spoke, quietly.
your gaze fell and you then said, âwhat is this between us, sunghoon?â he went quiet and the silence between the two of you was deafening. you pushed his arms off you and got off of him, moving to return to your seat. before you could get far, sunghoon grabbed your hand. ây/n, what do you mean?â he asked seriously.
harshly turning to him, you tried so hard to keep the sadness from your voice, âthe morning at the hotel⌠why did you leave?â sunghoon gave you an incredulous look. âwhat?â he breathed, and shook his head ever so slightly. âthe morning after we had sex. you said you were gonna stay with me and when i woke up you were gone,â you snatched your hand from his grasp, not caring anymore if he heard the hurt in your voice.
there was concern and worry etched clear in his expression. âi didnât think youâd want to see my face once your head was clearâŚâ sunghoon said quietly. the anger in you only grew. âyou shouldâve let me decide that!â you shouted in frustration. sunghoon stood, grabbing your hands, âokay! iâm fucking sorry that i assumed⌠okay?â you looked away.
sunghoon took your chin softly so you would look up at him. âiâm sorry,â he repeated, his voice softer. âit wonât happen again.â you blinked a couple of times to get rid of the building tears. âso?â you asked quietly, referring to the question you asked him. sunghoon cupped your cheek, âwe can be whatever you want us to be. iâll be happy as long as you donât avoid me again. i told you, i want youâto be with you.â
you pressed your lips to his, âi want to be with you too.â he laughed and teasingly said, âawe, you want to be my girlfriend?â you rolled your eyes, a smile on your lips, as you playfully pushed him away. his laugh grew, that same genuine laugh, as he pulled you towards him to capture your lips in a kiss. âyou get what you ask for,â he spoke, making you giggle.
the next day you walked into mrs. yooâs class together hand in hand, a big smile on your face as sunghoon teased you. your debate team president practically cheered as she yelled how she was right. âfinally itâs official! now i donât have to watch the two of you longingly stare at each other from across the room!â she exclaimed. your face heated tremendously and before you could look away in embarrassment sunghoon kissed you with a large grin.
when you had gotten and A+ on your presentation, you smiled at sunghoon. âwhoâs the idiot now, idiot?â you asked teasingly. he hummed in thought for a moment, âyou still are!â he gave you a chaste kiss and wrapped his hands around your waist. âlet me take you on a date,â sunghoon then said.
you hummed in thought for a moment, copying his actions as you wrapped your arms around his neck. âno, thank you!â sunghoon playfully rolled his eyes, kissing you again, âiâll pick you up tomorrow at eight.â
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JOEL MILLER FIC RECS
âž 18+ minors DNI, read at your own risk! â˝
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Series
â Something To Fight For by @auteurdelabre | After a disastrous blind date you decide to stay away from the miserable Joel Miller forever...
â I Know Who You Are by @punkshort | A fall on patrol causes you to lose your long-term memory, forgetting the identities of your friends and loved ones. You have to learn all over again how to survive in a post-apocalyptic world, and you learn things about yourself along the way.
â The One You Need by @loliwrites | When you move into town hellbent on keeping everyone at armâs length, your neighbour Joel finds his way into your life.
â By The Grit Of Sandpaper by @penvisions | An offhand comment from you inspires Joel to branch out and create helpful kitchen wares. And it seems everyone has been gifted one from him, except for you. It makes you rethink the casual friendship you had developed...
â I Wanna Be Your Lover by @shellshocklove | Miserable after losing your job, your friend drags you out to a club to dance away your sadness. on the dancefloor, you meet a handsome stranger, who then whisks you away into his fantasy world as his assistant for his porn career. what happens when the lines get blurred?
â If The Door Wasn't Shut by @heartpascal | months of travelling with Joel and Ellie come crashing down on you, the fear is suffocating.
â Stay In Bed by @psychedelic-ink | After your grandfatherâs passing, you find yourself moving into his home in Texas. You meet the Millers; Tommy, his older brother Joel and his daughter Sarah. With time, you and Tommy become close friends and Sarah visits you often. But JoelâŚJoel keeps his distance.
â That's A Real Fucking Legacy by @wyn-n-tonic | When Tommy disappears in search of a better life with a promise to come back for you, his years of absence and the grief it leaves behind drives you and his brother closer together until the man you're sharing a bed and starting a family with is Joel Miller and not the one you always thought it would be.
One-Shots
â No Time To Die by @davosmymaster | The main difficulty of being Joelâs closest friend is not falling in love with him, but you still do. Those feelings are buried until you join him on a mission to trade supplies with Bill and Frank. With your life now hanging by a thread, Joel is determined to get you to safety, but the clock is ticking faster than he can run.
â White Lies by @poeticpascal | Joel would do anything for you. He does anything for you. And he makes sure you don't know a thing.
â Saying Thanks by @vivwritescrappythings | Joel is your grumpy patrol partner who doesnât even talk to you in the streets of Jackson. But one night a man grabs your arm at the Tipsy Bison, and Joelâs decided he doesnât like it.
â Soft & Sweet by @cavillscurls | You share your first kiss with the last man you ever expected: your older, grouchy, overly protective patrol partner, Joel Miller.
â Who We Are by @gracieheartspedro | Being stuck on the road with an older guy you've been crushing on for ages won't be so bad, right? wrong. because he's been pining after you, too. and one of you will have to give in eventually.
â Warm Me Up by @tightjeansjavi | While on patrol, you and Joel find yourselves caught in a treacherous snowstorm.
â Love In the Time Of Cordyceps by @sameheart-sameblood | When the world ends, you promise you'll never love again. Joel Miller makes that rule hard to stick to.
â Puppy Love by @absurdthirst | You always follow Joel Miller around, you've got his back. You're in love with him. Putting up with Tess's nickname of puppy dog, you don't realize that Joel feels for you until the end.
â Light The Flame by @yeollie-plz | Your mom moves the two of you back to Texas and attempts to reignite an old flame. What will happen when she learns his candle now burns for you?
â Best I Ever Had by @endlessthxxghts | Someone tries to hit on you on your night out with Joel, insulting your man in the process, and oh you don't like that. You blow off some steam in more ways than one.
â Make A Move On Me by @freelancearsonist | You've been teasing Joel every day since he started remodelling construction on your house. He finally works up the courage to do something about it - but not in the way you expect him to.
â Fire Walk by @motherofagony | A chance encounter at a motel has you crossing paths with a stranger in a blue t-shirt.
â Cry Baby by @psychedelic-ink | bodies have been dropping left and right in the most brutal ways in Jackson. As the relentless wave of deaths continues, your mind becomes increasingly restless. however, you find a sense of comfort and solace in the presence of Joel. who might be hiding secrets of his own.
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AGAINST THE TIDES â P.SH
SYNOPSIS: Growing up, youâve only had one best friend that you would call your family. Park Sunghoon. He was your partner in crime, your best friend, your ride or die, he was everything. You and him did almost anything and everything together, practically attached to the hip, and that included swimming too. As years passed, you and him both turned out to be outstanding swimmers that had a promising career ahead. All was well until one unforgettable day that broke your lifelong friendship, turning it into anger and hatred instead. With the Olympics coming up, you had unexpected news about Sunghoon joining your team. Worst of all, you had to work alongside him for the mixed medley relay event. One dream, one goal, a childhood wish you and him shared, will that be successfully achieved when you and him could barely bear standing next to each other?
PAIRINGS: pro-swimmer!sunghoon x pro-swimmer!afab!reader
GENRE: childhood friends to enemies to lovers, sports au, angst, romance, slow burn, forced proximity
WARNING(S): mentions of drinking/alcohol, profanities, (lots of) miscommunication
WC: 28k
PLAYLIST: suburban legends by taylor swift, heartburn by wafia
AUTHOR'S NOTE: after 4 months of not posting, i've vomited out 28k for y'all! i hope you guys will like this one and do forgive me for my lack of swimming knowledge helpp, i tried with my years of swimming! please leave a feedback and reblogs are greatly appreciated! muah xx
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Was it possible to wake up from a dream that happened to be your reality?
Standing in the national aquatics training centre, the swimming pool where you've practically resided was glistening under the bright lights. Contrary to them, you were anything but bright, a sudden dread befalling your expressions.
Coming into your first day of the three months long and last training before the Olympics, you were anticipating for it to be a peaceful, fun day that would end with your muscles aching. However, the moment you stepped onto the training ground, being the first to reach, your coach had already decided to break a rather dreadful news.Â
"Come on, Y/N, it's nothing too bad," Jeon Jungkook, your young coach that retired early from competing and also the reason for your countless success, was trying his best to reassure you. It wasn't working.
"Not 'too bad'? Being in the same national team with him is already a sight for sore eyes to me. Now you're telling me I have to train with him under you? Together?"Â
Your coach was rubbing the side of his head, the early morning and the shrillness of your voice wasn't a favourable pairing to him. "I'm sorry, Y/N, but if it wasn't for Yeonjun's sudden injury, he wouldn't have to be replaced for the mixed relay,"Â
"Well, if only he didn't get drunk and fell off his bike," you muttered under your breath, never once taking account that this would be the consequences you were suffering from his actions. That was until this moment.Â
There came a sigh coming from Jungkook, his arms were crossed and he was resting his weight on one leg. "I know you and him don't get along, but I've discussed this with Coach Kim and we thought that if I replaced Yeonjun with him, it's the best decision. Plus, both of you are Olympic medallists, having two star swimmers in a team isn't all that bad,"
You were silent, stubbornly keeping quiet at the fact that you knew he was right. Of course he was, he's been your coach for years, he has his ways of choosing his words correctly when it comes to you. He knew of your drive to win, the hunger to win gold and nothing else. With a cold, hard fact that Jungkook had slapped onto your face, you had no choice but to consider and forcefully accept.
"You two have history together. Years of history. There's chemistry whether or not you like it. Period," Jungkook waved his arms around, smiling at you as if trying his best to make you feel better. "There's one thing you can't deny. Winning. When there's winners, you mix them together, then what do you get? Medals,
"So, I'm begging you, Y/N. Put up with Park Sunghoon for a few months, another few rounds at the Olympics, then we're done, he'll be back at Coach Kim. Alright?"
"Butâ"
"End of discussion. Go change up, I'm sure the others will be here soon, including Sunghoon, so you better not throw a tantrum," he pointed his finger at you, wagging it at you accusingly to which you responded with a discreet eye roll.
"Yes, coach."
Even in the locker, you found yourself mulling about at the thought of training with Park Sunghoon again. That name itself has sent you waves of chills countless times.
Park Sunghoon was your childhood friend. Having been your neighbour since birth, your mothers were naturally the reason why you were even friends in the first place. You were barely five when your mother placed you in the local swim club for training, then not long after, Sunghoon joined too.
Your lives mainly revolved around two things. Swimming and each other. Basically, you and him were inseparable. You shared the same coach as him even after entering your teen years. Whether it was the swim club or the youth national team, there was nothing anyone could do to separate you and him in terms of swimming or every aspect in general. Hell, you and him both specialised in the same stroke as well, breaking out into the scene to be the best prospects, earning a reputation for yourselves swiftly. Your friendship itself was known by all too. 'Star swimmers', that was what people called you and Sunghoon.
That was until a particular Wednesday in 2018 that made your nearly sixteen years of friendship with him crumble into ashes.Â
"I'm switching coaches. I'm switching clubs."Â
You remembered it clearly. It was just after nine o'clock at night when you were done showering, ready to leave and head home with Sunghoon. Yet, his words echoed in the silence of the training centre then.
"What?"
"I just don't think it's working out,"
"Sunghoonâ" you never once called his full name unless it was a serious situation, "the Youth Olympic games is literally in a week. What are you even saying?"
"I don't want to lose anymore, Y/N. Do you know it feels like working my body till the point of breaking just for me to get beaten by someone better. I need to get better," his composure was breaking, you could tell, the clenched fists by his side was turning white.Â
Your eyes widened at the tone of his voice, but your frown only deepened at his words, nothing was making sense to you. "You're jeopardising the team!"
"I've discussed this with the coaches, I've got permission from the higher ups,"Â
"You're ⌠you're selfish," you said slowly, unable to speak any longer at the shock of his sudden news. "You never bothered to discuss this with me either,"
"I don't need to,"
"So, you're disregarding our friendship altogether? We promised to tell each other everything!"
"Oh, grow up, Y/N. We were six when we said that, this is different. We're different now,"
In that split second was when a hard realisation hit you. He changed. It was almost as if the person that he once was had died overnight, revealing someone new that shared the same physical traits. Was it the results of the last competition you had days ago that made him turn into this? You never knew him losing would've affected him this badly. That was one thing about Sunghoon, he was never outspoken about his feelings and thoughts.
"You're right. You're no longer the person I know."
That was the last time you ever had a conversation with him face-to-face. The change was drastic. One day he was walking home with you and the next he wasn't even in your life, barely acknowledging each other at competitions. It was legendary, but it was momentary. To say it has taken a toll on you was an understatement. If it wasn't for your mother's consolation, you wouldn't have shown up for training and eventually won at the Youth's game.
Six years. Six, long miserable years of ignoring each other.
The year you were called up to the senior national team was the same year that he did too. It was evident that there was tension between you and him, there was no need for a second look for someone to determine that. You knew rumours were bound to fly, it has been ever since your split with him.
You hate to admit that what he did was right too. Since the day he changed coaches and clubs, he has been improving and climbing higher. Gold was the only colour hanging around his neck at almost every competition he was in. Maybe you were the selfish one after all, secretly wishing he never left in the first place because you were scared of losing him. Well, who knew the fear in that moment turned into your instant reality? Seeing his success only made you bite back on your words of calling him selfish.
The first Olympics you attended in Tokyo was an experience to say the least. Winning two silver and one bronze, your hunger for gold only grew bigger. Everyone in the team had expected either you or Sunghoon to bring back the gold medal, but none of you did, and by then, there was an unspoken rivalry that started from the moment people placed their expectations on you and him.
Three years later in the present day, you couldn't believe he was becoming your teammate and training under the same coach again. Crazy how things could change in a blink of an eye, huh? Your main concern, however, wasn't facing Sunghoon, but whether or not he'd fit into the relay team with only three months of training and no prior experience.
"Well, if it isn't the Y/N L/N being the first to arrive as always," The sound of your teammates' heavy footsteps entered the locker room, Yujin's voice in particular echoed through it, entering your sight at once. "How have you been?"
"Great, been living and sleeping in the pool," you snickered sarcastically, patting Yujin's back in greeting. "I heard you took a long break from your club after the championships,"
"I did, and my muscles are dying to touch the water,"
"She caused a lot of ruckus at the club for that," Yunjin joined into the conversation after setting her bags down, nudging her club and national teammate. "I'm glad we're all back, three months and then Paris, isn't that a dream?"
"It definitely is. I can't wait for the Eiffel tower," Yujin smiled with a dazed look, you and Yunjin only exchanged a silent glance at one another.
"Not the gold medal?"
"That too,"
"I see where your priorities lie,"Â
"Whatever," she waved her hand at your response, reaching for her swimsuit. "Anyway, did you hear the news from coach?"
"I did," you wrapped your towel tighter around your body, the cold prickling at your skin now that you were in your swimsuit.Â
"You don't seem very happy," Yunjin pointed out as she changed into her swimwear, it was then when you became aware of the frown on your face. "The guys are excited,"
"I'm trying to be happy," you grumbled. At this point, there was no hiding the previous history you had with him, almost everyone knew about you and him, the star athletes since teen years had suddenly stopped interacting, obviously that would catch people's eyes and turn into gossip.
"Didn't you have some ⌠fallout with him before?"Â
"You know about it?"Â
"Y/N, I hate to say it but the whole nation's swimmers are probably aware of it," Yujin walked up to you and passed your goggles to you. "Word spreads fast even during the youth training camps, but I'm sure there's a reason behind your fall out with him, we won't pry,"
"I'm a little curious though," Yunjin added, throwing her towel around her shoulder, unaware of Yujin's pointed glare at her bluntness.
"It's quite petty really, I'm surprised you never heard it from any of my club teammates," you pressed your lips into a thin line, shifting your stance uneasily. "He wanted to leave the club before a big competition, I mean, I get where he's coming from, but I was hurt that he didn't tell me beforehand. I thought it was unfair, we were friends for so long. We said some hurtful things to each other, and things were never the same after," your heart unknowingly tightened at your inner thoughts about the whole fight, telling the story years after made you reflect on it with regret.Â
"Do you forgive him?"
"If it meant having my best friend back, I would, but I don't know if he feels the same as I do."
Walking out of the locker room took a huge amount of courage and strength for you to not turn around running. The thought of seeing and interacting with Sunghoon pained you to a great level. Not because you hated him, but mainly the awkwardness and tension that was hard to rid.Â
You saw the rest of your teammates by the pool, Anton and Juyeon were too engaged in their conversations to realise Yunjin running up to them with her arms wide open. "Boys!" She engulfed the three men in her arms, startling them and almost had them falling back into the pool.Â
"Gosh, you're never going to stop doing that, aren't you?" Anton patted Yunjin's arm, smiling at his senior as she let go.Â
"Never,"Â
The two men greeted Yujin first before turning their attention to you, straightening their spines and giving you a salute. "Y/N,"
"Hey guys, doing good?" You gave each of their shoulders a pat in greeting, receiving firm nods from them as a response. They took the chance to immediately bombard you with questions about your practices and competitions, sharing their own stories about what they were up to as well.
"Y/N, I heard someone's going to snatch your spot in the mixed relay," Anton, the backstroke swimmer and your mixed relay teammate, was referring to Sunghoon's addition to the team. Your endless worries about Sunghoon becoming your teammate had you forgetting about the thing you should actually be worrying about: your position.
"Like hell Y/N is going to give up her spot easily," Yujin came to your defence with her arms thrown around your shoulder. "Isn't that right?" She turned her head to look at you, poking your cheek with a finger.
"What I'm saying is, Y/N could potentially fill in for Yeonjun's spot too. She's also a breaststroke specialist and Sunghoon's last win in the championship was him breaking the world record for freestyle. I'm just saying maybeâjust maybeâthis combo would be something exciting,"
Yujin, the butterfly swimmer in the mixed relay team, frowned slightly at his argument, though debatable, she didn't seem to think the idea as fit. "The second leg is usually swam by men, it'd be a disadvantage to have a woman swim it. Based off the statistics, it'd be a shit show of a strategy,"
"I'm afraid she's right," you shrugged, heaving a deep sigh at the struggle your team was facing before training even started. "There's no way coach would do that,"
"Then is Sunghoon supposed to really swim the second leg?"
"Duh, who else? He got picked specifically, out of many other people, to replace Yeonjun, I'm sure there's a reason behind it," Yujin gave your shoulder a light squeeze. "Not to mention, he's got a reputation for being a good breaststroker too,"
"Right, he got second place in Tokyo, didn't he? Just like you did, Y/N," Anton's gaze landed on your rather sullen face, the memories of Tokyo where you found out you won the same amount of medals in the same categories as Sunghoon came flying back into your mind.Â
The thought of it was laughable, how were you still telepathically connected with him from then up until this moment. It was your childhood with him to blame at the end of the day. You were the one to influence him and made him fall in love with your two favourite strokes: freestyle and breaststroke. Who knew you would land yourself in a position where you potentially had to fight him for your position?Â
"Y/N will always be our freestyle master in the last leg, okay? No competitions needed. Our first training together will speak for itself," Yujin glanced at you briefly, checking up on you after your momentary silence. You gave her a smile, reaching for her hand that sat on your shoulder.Â
Soon after, the distant sound of your coach's voice slowly became louder as he approached closer. He was talking to someone, the second voice obviously belonged to the person everyone was waiting for, the addition of a star swimmer into the team instantly raised your teammates' expectations and hopes. Everyone else in the room were giving each other knowing glances at the anticipation of Sunghoon's arrivalâexcept for you.Â
You were holding your breath, mentally counting down the seconds while the footsteps of your coach and the person who was once your best friend were nearing. Every one of you instinctively lined up in a row as always, awaiting Coach Jeon's arrival.Â
You didn't dare to blink. Lo and behold, Park Sunghoon entered the room with your coach by his side, the strong presence of an Olympic medallist and world championship winner filled the room. It was hard to deny that his presence alone was influential.Â
"Morning, everyone. As you may know, we'll be having a new additionâor replacementâto the team. Everyone please welcome Sunghoon,"Â
Following his words, there were enthusiastic claps with a sprinkle of shouts from the guys. Sunghoon was trying his best to keep up with the overwhelming atmosphere from his new teammates, most of which were familiar faces considering they were all from the national team, the only difference was the coaches they train under. That was until now.Â
You were standing to the far left, furthest away from the center where Sunghoon was. Were you a coward for avoiding him? That was partially the truth, but all those years of ignoring one another, brushing past each other at every national and international competitions, you weren't the only one at fault. He was also a coward that claimed he was a lion.Â
Jungkook patted Sunghoon's back in encouragement, giving the latter a push for him to introduce himself. "Nice to meet everyone, I'm Park Sunghoon. It's my first time training with you all, so I'm apologising in advance if there's any mistakes made on my part. I hope we'll be able to get along well and bring home some gold medals from Paris,"
The team erupted in passionate cheers and applause from Sunghoon's self-introduction. It was clear everyone shared the same goal: a gold medal at the Olympics.Â
"Alright, so I think everyone already somewhat knows each other, am I correct?" Jungkook looked between Sunghoon and his group of swimmers, both of which nodded and responded with a chorus of 'yes'. "How about a fresh introduction? A friendly way to warm up to one another,"Â
'Friendly' was one way to put it and he was definitely directing it at you.
Juyeon, who stood on the furthest to the right, started his introduction first. "I'm Lee Juyeon, butterfly swimmer, we met at the youth championship before,"
"Right, we did, nice to see you again, man," Sunghoon and Intak shared a firm handshake before moving onto Anton. The introductions were all brief, but there were also friendly gestures exchanged. Not long after, you were the last and only one left to introduce yourself.
If you could describe the exact moment Sunghoon met your eyes for the first time in nearly six years, it would be suffocating, and it was in the worst way possible. The warmth and familiarity that was once in those brown irises happened to be gone and lost with him when he saw you. You didn't know how to react, just seeing the hostility and coldness from him that you wished wasn't real was enough to beat you down.
"I'm Y/N L/N. I hope we can win a medal together in the mixed relay," you stayed rooted to your spot stubbornly, not bothering to exchange at least a handshake with him unlike your teammates. It seemed he reciprocated your feelings.
His stoic expression never once faltered, but it was his eyes that spoke louder than words needed to. Amongst the coldness of his gaze, there was an unmistakable shock and longing that he hid well enough for you to not fully catch onto. "I hope so too."
Ignoring the weird tension that lingered around the room between you and Sunghoon, you started your usual routine off along with your teammates. Long hours and many laps of endless swimming was about to be your reality again. The worst part of all was the strength training that was yet to start.Â
The excruciating nine hours of never ending swimming soon ended around the evening and your first day was finally done. Neither you nor Sunghoon crossed paths or interacted, maintaining your bliss and ignorance that would bring you peace.Â
"Are you just going to ignore him until his last day?" Yunjin was drying her hair, staring at you with an accusatory gaze.Â
"Yeah, I guess?" You shrugged, packing up your bag that you slung over your shoulder, flashing Yunjin an indifferent smile.Â
"I don't think that's a great idea, Y/N. We still have the mixed relay to consider, there's no way you could just go radio silence on him when it's a team event," Yujin made her way into the changing room from the shower just in time to listen in on your conversation, seemingly disapproving at you and Sunghoon's behaviour towards one another.Â
"What am I going to do? He doesn't even want to acknowledge me,"
"How about you try making the first move?"
"Over my dead body," you murmured, hating the fact that you and Sunghoon's past conflicts were stagnating the team, yet your ego was not ready to confront him. Nope, never.Â
"You're so stubborn," Yujin grumbled, shaking her head in disapproval. "He's equally stubborn. God, I can't believe I have to put up with these hot-headed, stubborn people, give me strength, please,"
"It'll be fine. As long as I keep my distance and he keeps his distance, nothing will go wrong," you slapped Yujin on her back, earning a doubtful look from her that you responded with an earful smile.Â
"I highly doubt that," Yunjin chimed in, hoisting her backpack onto her shoulder, ready to leave as well. Yujin turned to share a knowing look with her.
"Me too."
All you could do was roll your eyes, not daring to respond because you knew, too, that you couldn't fully promise that you'd stick to your words. It was impossible to predict what would happen in the next few days, let alone three months. The non-existent interactions with Sunghoon for six years couldn't prepare you for what he was like currently, and for that reason, you were scared.Â
That night, alone in your bed, you couldn't take your eyes off the picture frame sitting on your dressing table. It was a picture of you and Sunghoon at the ripe age of thirteen, holding onto your gold medals with the biggest smiles right after a competition. Who would've known in a few years time since then, you wouldn't even be able to stand next to him.Â
How you wished those childish smiles would make its way back to you and Sunghoon, standing next to each other with a gold medal again.
A week has passed since the day Sunghoon first started his training under your coach.Â
Safe to say, you kept your distance from him and so did he. Neither of you managed to exchange a single word or a single glance that lasted more than a second. It might've been a natural occurrence for you to have some sort of 'cold war' with Sunghoon, but to the others, they felt a little awkward having to be part of it.
For the second week of training, the part that you enjoyed most became dreadful to you. The mixed relay training was inevitable with Sunghoon's presence as a first timer to the group. More practices were implemented by Coach Jeon in order for Sunghoon to adapt and grow familiar with the general rules around mixed relay medley.Â
"Doing good?" Anton was the second to arrive after you, standing next to you by the pool. He had probably noticed you staring into the pool, letting your thoughts drift away.
You snapped out of your daze, blinking in surprise at him until you realise who you were talking to. "Whâyeah, I'm fine,"
"You're not nervous for our first training together as a team, right?" He attempted to lighten the mood, bumping your shoulder with his.Â
"No," you scoffed. That was a lie. You were nervous, and masking it up wasn't exactly a great way to deal with it. "It's just any other training,"
"Be honest, you were probably mad when you heard about Yeonjun's stupid accident, weren't you?" Anton took a seat on the starting block, staring up at you with a pair of big doe eyes.Â
"Mad? Not exactly. Maybe annoyed? Concerned? A little bit of everything," you frowned, remembering the message sent in the group chat the week before training started. 'Can't turn up to training, fell down my bike and broke my ankle' it was unforgettable. "Why?"
"I'm just a little disappointed it's not Yeonjun swimming the second leg. He's one of the strongest breaststroke swimmers,"
"Weren't you excited about Sunghoon's arrival?"
"Well, it's a no brainer I'm excited, Sunghoon's a great swimmer, but he's not exactly Yeonjun. Thinking about how sudden everything is, the changes and having to adapt to them, I'm just worried it'll affect the team's performance,"
Your gaze softened at the younger boy's truthful confession. If you had to be completely honest, you were worried about the team's future performances as well. Having so little time to adjust and letting a replacement take up a crucial swimmer's role was bound to cause doubts.Â
"We'll be fine," your voice was firm with determination. "The future's unpredictable anyway. Who knows what will be the result of this lineup?"Â
"Do you know how great of a motivational speaker you are?" Anton smiled at your words, the worries that filled his eyes were blinked away. "Also, what's up with you and Sunghoon? Are you guys always like ⌠this?" He proceeded to make some gestures with his hands.
Here it is. That topic.Â
The real question should be: when were you never like this with Sunghoon?
You shrugged, directly lying to his face a second time. "It's complicated. Let's start our warm up, shall we?"
That was enough to divert Anton's attention away from the question he originally brought up, successfully dodging it until the others arrived and started their warm ups as well. Yujin, in particular, was overwhelmed with excitement to start her part of the relay, hoping to beat her own personal record.
"Were you always this excited for training?" You looked at Yujin with an eyebrow raised, watching as she stretched her limbs carefully, a cheery expression on her face.Â
"I think my break made me realise how much I missed the water," she kneeled down to touch the surface of the pool water with her finger, a little habit of hers before competitions that she grew to have.Â
"How's the temperature?"
She stood back up, straightened her spine, a wide grin spreading onto her lips. "Absolutely perfect."
Once the warm ups were officially concluded, Yunjin and Intak were sent to other lanes in the pool to start their individual training, whereas you and your remaining teammates were listening intently to the coach's every word.
"So, we start our first practice today. Together, as a team, a new team. Let's see what's the time recorded for each leg, improve the handoffs and perfect your individual time. Anton, you'll go first,"
Anton fixed his swim cap right after that, walking towards the starting block while the team dispersed to wait for their turn. You stood beside Yujin, Sunghoon only inches before you. It was hard concentrating on Anton and his start, barely registering the sound of the whistle blowing. He was so magnetic it was almost obnoxious.
"Hey, new guy! Got the rules down?" Yujin directed her words at Sunghoon, catching him off guard. He turned around, an impassive expression was his first response to Yujin. His eyes flickered to you for a split second, quick enough for you to barely catch onto it.
"I have," he answered shortly, seemingly frozen from Yujin putting him into a spot out of the blue.Â
Before returning his focus back onto the pool ahead of him, he stole a haste glance at you for the second time. It was barely a second's worth of his eyes on you, not even an acknowledgement. You couldn't explain it. Why were you ticked off by him?Â
"Sunghoon, get ready!" Coach Jeon shouted from the other side of the room, glancing between his stopwatch and the pool. Sunghoon stood on the starting block, fixing his goggles in place. "Now!"
The moment Anton's fingers grazed the pool's wall, Sunghoon dived into the pool perfectly, all eyes were fixed on him now. The swimmer that created history, broken records, set a standard for new generations of swimmers, was proving why he was labelled a national treasure.
He was quick. How was that even possible? Breaststroke was one of the slowest strokes in swimming and yet he made it seem as though it was the easiest to swim. Yujin was next, her excitement was apparent in her swim and aggression. The butterfly stroke and her perfect posture had her resembling a mermaid.Â
It was your turn to stand on the starting block, preparing for the exact second Yujin finished her lap. Your heart was beating against your chest, adrenaline was suddenly coursing through your veins. The time was ticking, Yujin was coming closer, and with one touch to the wall, off you went into the pool, the cold water engulfing you whole.
The first inhale of air filled your lungs to its maximum capacity. You could feel a sense of buzzing on the tip of your fingers, the muscles of your legs were working to its limits. You felt great.Â
Your flip turn was quick and perfect. Everything was going right for you. The way your legs and arms were working in sync, your breathing technique had improved, all of these being factors to your best swim yet. The stopwatch was halted once your tips touched the wall, finally getting the chance to get your head out of the water and breathe deeply.
"54 seconds!" Coach Jeon called out, a satisfactory grin plastered on his face. "Good job," he clapped his hands, throwing up a thumbs up at both you and your teammates. âGet a short rest, Iâll be with the others then weâll resume our training together,â
A chorus of âyes, coachâ travelled through you and your teammates, all of you watched as he walked to the other side of the pool where the others were training, then breathed a collective sigh of relief. Yujin came forward to help you out of the pool, wrapping a towel around you while patting your back.
"Good swim,"
You smiled at her, placing your hand on her waist. "You had a good swim too,"
"What a swim, L/N!" Anton, who stood next to Sunghoon, yelled at you as you and Yujin approached. You snorted at his enthusiasm, giving him a thumbs up in response. The man to his left, however, remained impassive just as his face displayed almost to no emotions regarding your performance. Not that you needed his validation anyway. You met his eyes, his unwavering stare bore into you, it was as if everyone was awaiting for his comments.Â
"You didnât swim at your best,"
His words were as cold as his voice, piercing into your heart without a space for you to recover or register what he meant. What did he mean? There was a sudden edge to the atmosphere around the group, a thick air of tension surrounded you and him in particular. âWhat?â There was no need for him to repeat what he just said, but it was almost unbelievable as an alien invasion to you.
âYou werenât swimming at your best,â Sunghoon repeated firmly, his stoicness never once faltering. Your dignity, on the other hand, was withering.Â
âWho are you to determine whether or not Iâm swimming at my best?â You took a step forward, your footstep heavy on the ground. He stayed rooted to his spot, chin held high while your narrowing gaze pierced through his skull.
There was a pause where a momentary silence filled the air. Neither you nor the rest of your teammates dared to speak. The man before you was expressionless, it was nearly hard to read him or his thoughts, only seeing the steady rise and fall of his chest, whereas yours was in a frenzy.âI know you,â
He might as well have just shot you in the face. Those three words were as hard as bullets were, causing you to almost lose your footing and tumble over, but somehow, you managed to stand your ground. Out of the many things he couldâve said, this was the least you expected. You had wished he wouldâve lied and insulted you rather than speaking the inevitable truth. Frankly, it was the same for you.Â
âYou know nothing about me,â you seethed out, nostrils flaring out of indignation.Â
Sunghoon scoffed, turning his head to a side for a second before looking back at you, a fire lighting up in those cold eyes of his, melting into a fiery pit of rage. âYou can cuss me out or insult me all you want, but the biggest insult you could ever throw at me is disregarding our past. I know you, itâs simple as that, and I can tell youâre not swimming to your fullest,â
You couldnât form an immediate response, because you were stunned and stuck in an endless cycle of thoughts, thinking if what he said was actually true. What if ⌠you truly werenât swimming at your best? Were you holding back? The only thing you could bear to thank Sunghoon now was for feeding into your self doubts.
âYouâŚyouââ
âOkay, cut it out guys,â Anton came to stand between you and Sunghoon, shielding your line of sight and you felt an odd sense of relief that Sunghoon couldnât see your crumbling state. There was no way in hell you were turning vulnerable right in front of him, nor were you going to lose the fight to him. Knowing how stubborn either of you were, if Anton hadnât cut into it, you mightâve been there for longer. âQuit fighting, I swear. I know thereâs tensionâhell, I can feel itâbut can you two at least act like you can tolerate each other? If you two act like this even in Paris, what will the press write?â
Anton was right, he was always right. You hated how youâve allowed your emotions and past consumed you when it came to Sunghoon. The person who was once your strength had turned into your weakness, your flaw. Everything had been fine until it came to him, it has been so ever since six years back. Now, you were reliving it all over again.
âIâm going to get some air,â Sunghoon announced, sparing one last glance at you before turning his heel to leave, the water from his body left wet footprints on the floor.
Yujin and Anton turned to look at you, the unmistakable look of shock on their faces. They were seemingly as helpless as you were, but they were more likely experiencing much worse being stuck in the middle of you and Sunghoon. âIâm sorry ⌠for that. Iâll go for a dip in the pool.â
They watched as you made your way back to the starting block and in the next second, you had already jumped into the pool, starting another lap again. Yujin and Anton stared at one another, matching frowns etched onto their worried faces. There was a wordless exchange as if something had clicked in their minds from just one knowing look.
âWe need to find a way to get them to reconcile.â
One month into training and there was nothing that could be done to make the two star swimmers return to a civil relationship. In fact, the space between you and Sunghoon had only grown bigger ever since the small rift that made everything go from bad to worse.
It had gone to a point where Coach Jeon had to give both of you a lecture, almost begging you and Sunghoon to work together for those few short months. To him, it mightâve truly been a âfew short monthsâ, but to you? It was a hellish period of time to be reckoned with.
You could tell everyone was trying to push you and him together, but you and him were just like magnets with the same poles, repelling each other no matter how much effort was put into getting you and him close. There was once when your teammates had strategized to purposefully have you and Sunghoon sitting side-by-side, yet to their surprise, your hatred for one another gave you ways to make any efforts fail. For that dinner, each of your chairs were pulled far enough to create an obvious distance, not one glance was even spared between you and him.
Then came a Saturday, a weekend off for the team and an opportunity for everyone to go out for drinks. It was the perfect time to let go and relax for a short moment, but to your teammates, it just so happened to be a perfect setting for their plan: get Sunghoon and Y/N to diffuse their hatred.
âWhy is everyone always at my place when we get ready to go out?â you grumbled, picking up your dirty clothes that were scattered on the floor to make way for Yunjin and Yujin, their hands full with clothes and makeup.
âItâs a tradition now,â Yujin pressed a kiss on your cheek, laughing at your unimpressed frown. âItâs a once in a blue moon type of thing! We should make the most out of tonight, we donât know when weâll have another day off after this,â
âThatâs right,â Yunjin said, placing her dress onto your bed, next to yours that was laid carefully to avoid wrinkles. âItâs time to drink till we break.â
That wasnât exactly how you wished your night to go. You and the girls met up with the guys at the entrance to the club, having to squeeze your way in and hold onto each other tightly to not lose your way. It reminded you why you never had an active nightlife apart from the routine you had as an athlete. The club reeked of alcohol, sweat, smoke and many other things, none of them were good.
The moment you got to settle into the booth, you finally got a clear view of everyone. You, Yunjin and Yujin were dressed in almost matching tight dresses, the only difference was the colour, the length and the existence of shoulder straps. Anton and Juyeon were sporting collared shirts, while Sunghoon wore a black button down shirt, his hair gelled up to reveal his forehead.
There was no mistaking his straying eyes, but he wasnât the only one, you were equally guilty. You tried to reason it with the excuse of pure curiosity, yet you found yourself stealing more than one glance. By then, you knew it wasnât something you could easily deny.
Juyeon leaned his body against the table with a serious expression that he had whenever he set the rules for the night every time you had a night out. âOkay, so the rules for tonight, no leaving on your own, unless you send a text. No going overboard until you do crazy shit that will get your name on the headline,â he paused, scanning the group. âLastly, no becoming Yeonjun and break your bones,â
There was a chorus of snorts and laughter at the slight dig at Yeonjun. It was a joke, but the chances of it happening wasnât entirely zero. âGot it!âÂ
The group soon dispersed, some were headed straight to the bar, some were off to the dance floor and some had stayed in the booth. You and Yujin had stuck together, sitting on the high stool at the bar, heads propped onto your hand as you stared at each other. There was a wordless breath of a sigh between you and her, it seemed that neither of you needed to verbally communicate to know what the other was thinking. You held your shot glass up to clink against hers, and at the same time, you downed the shot down with Yujin.Â
The feeling of the alcohol burning your throat was something you didnât miss, yet it was what you needed at that moment. âThat was good,â you muttered, hearing Yujinâs laugh as a response to your comment. âIf I wasnât an athlete whose health gets scrutinised, I would be drinking at every minor inconvenience,â
âYouâd be an alcoholic at that point,â Yujin shook her head, a faint smile adoring her sharp features. âWhy? Is the pressure getting to you?â
âNot exactly. I donât think about those things, I never do,â you watched as the bartender filled your and Yujinâs shot glasses once more. âIâm thinking about Sunghoon,â
Yujin straightened up at that, her body leaned close to yours, an inquisitive raise of her eyebrow met your eyes. âSunghoon? You? Thinking about Sunghoon?â
âNot about him per se, but you knowâusâour past, itâs affecting the team and I hate it. I hate that I canât do anything about it,â
âYou can? You can just make things even with him,â
âEasier said than done. We canât see eye to eye. I mean, do you think itâs easy to befriend your ex best friend that you had beef with?â
âWellâŚno,â
âExactly,â you said, followed by downing another shot out of your glass. âItâs hard to even speak to him without him glaring at me, how am I supposed to go: âhey, letâs be BFFs againâ,â
âBut donât you want to try and mend things? At least end the bad blood,â
You stared at your shot glass, your fingers grazing against the mouth of the cup, a sad smile making its way to your lips. âI wish I could, but Iâm afraid the damage is worse than I had imagined.â
Drowning your sadness in shots after shots was an equation for disaster, and that was exactly what you had done. Excuse the liver damage, your current concern was your emotions that were bound to spill out of its seams. An emotional drunk, that was what you were as depressing as it sounds. The thought of Sunghoon and your ruined friendship was the cherry on top to it all.
âHe hates me!â you slurred, your face buried in your hands after four shots of tequila. âI donât even know how it turned out like this ⌠how it turned into this,â
âY/N, youâre drunk,â Yujin moved your shot glass further from your reaching hands, causing you to frown deeper at that. âNo more, okay? Youâll regret it in the morning,â
âIâm used to regretting things, just leave me be,â you pouted at Yujin, but she was firm and final in her decision in cutting you off alcohol for the night. âSunghoonâŚâ you murmured before the alcohol fully set in and your head collapsed onto the table, absolutely blacking out.
âOh God.â
Yujin returned to the booth with you slumped against her. She thought the amount of weight training she had endured was finally worth it for having to put up with your drunk self. The rest of your teammates had returned to the booth, empty cups were littered around the table, the only sober ones there were Yunjin and Sunghoon, who was trying to peel Anton away from his body. He glanced up in time to see Yujin approaching with you being supported by her. Â
Yunjin stood up and rushed to Yujinâs side to help her with you. âIs she okay? Iâve never seen her this drunk,â
âI should be asking the same about Anton and Juyeon,â Yunjin nodded at the two who were slumped against each other, eyes closed and probably drifting to some dreamland where a head splitting morning would soon await them in the morning.Â
âTheyâre also a lost cause,â she sighed, shaking her head. âLetâs get going,â
It was a miracle that Yunjin, Yujin and Sunghoon had successfully carried you and the other two out of the club. The process, however, didnât matter and was forbidden to speak about, what mattered most was the success of getting the three of you.Â
âIâll call a cab for us four, we live in the same apartment complex,â Yunjin looked over at a struggling Yujin trying her best to prevent Anton and Juyeon from falling over while they leaned against each other. You were basically the calmest out of them, sleeping soundly. âWill it be okay for you to bring Y/N home? I know itâs too much to askââ
âIâll bring her home. Itâs not too much, donât worry,â Sunghoon reassured, slipping his hands into the pockets of his coat. âWâwhatâs her address?â it never occurred to Sunghoon that, one day, he would not know where you lived, that you were no longer the girl that lived next to his house. The girl that had once taken over his life was no longer a part of it. That, to him, was a tough pill to swallow.
âIâll send it to you in a second, Iâm almost done booking the cab,â Yunjin was feverishly tapping her screen, her eyebrows knitted together. âYou drove here, right?â
âI did,â
âSmart decision,â she muttered, finalising her booking with one last tap. âThe cabâs arriving in ten minutes and I just sent her address to you. Donât worry about us, it isnât our first time, we know how to deal with them. Get her home safe, and you, get home safe too,â
âYou sure youâll be okay?â Sunghoon asked once more, casting a worried glance over at the two men who couldnât even keep their balance sitting up.Â
âBetter than okay. Now, go get her home, weâll be fine.â
Sunghoon drove his car to the front of the club, and with the help of your two friends, you were loaded into the passenger seat with ease. By then, you were half awake from your sleep, the unfamiliar settings causing you to become much alert. You sat up from the seat a little too quick, an honest mistake which brought a throb to your head.Â
âJust sleep, itâll hurt less,âÂ
That voice. How and why was it so close to you? Whose car were you in? Could it be �
âSunghoon?â
You blinked hard, trying to get rid of the haziness and the blur in your vision. It didnât need a second thought for you to know itâs Sunghoon. From his voice to his outline, even the midst of it all, you could always recognize the boy you knew your whole life.Â
âDonât act so surprised. Iâm just trying to help,â he replied flatly, keeping his eyes ahead.Â
âI thought youâd rather die than help me,â
âWell, thatâs what you think. Youâre not always right,âÂ
You didnât say anything after, letting a curtain of silence fall over, it was better for you and him. You could barely keep your eyes open, the heaviness of your head only made you feel much nauseous than before. It was more ironic how the reason you drown yourself in alcohol was sitting next to you, driving you home with no single trace of alcohol in his blood unlike you. Maybe you were the pathetic one here.
The drive back to your place was quiet, the faint music from his radio was playing to fill the awkwardness between you two. How did it even get to this point in the first place? You wished you knew. Sunghoonâs car eventually came to a stop right by the entrance of your apartment complex, the silence somehow only grew thicker now that the car has stopped moving.Â
âWeâre here,â Sunghoon announced the obvious, attempting to cut through the silence with something rather than nothing. âDo you need me to walk you up?â
âIâll be fine on my own,â
âYou donât really look fine,â
âThanks for your concern, but Iâm fine, and thanks for the ride home. Iâll see you at training,â you reached for the handle, pulling it and opening the door, one foot already out, but the other lost its footing and you stumbled, a hand gripping onto your forearm was what prevented you from falling face first into the hard road. Sunghoon yanked you back into the passenger seat, and you were too surprised to utter another word. Damn it.Â
âYouâre clearly not fine on your own. Let me walk you up,â he said with a finality in his voice. You knew there was no way for you to reject his offer now that you had embarrassed yourself while you tried proving your point. âYouâre still not good at walking in heels after all these years, huh?â
âWhatââ
He had slammed his side of the door into your face and your unfinished response. You didnât have the time to process everything when Sunghoon appeared by you in a split second, your door was opened and he was staring at you with an unreadable expression. It was irritating and extremely annoying to you how he was practically almost impossible to read around you. You knew him too well, and that was probably the reason why he increased his guard when it came to you.
âHold onto me,â he extended his arm, and you couldnât explain why, but your heart rate was increasing with every passing second. His head tilted slightly at your hesitance, a minor frown decorated his features at your reaction. âWhat is it?â
âOhânothing,â you shook your nerves off. Since when were you ever scared of Sunghoon? Let alone be nervous around him. You mightâve not been friends but it doesnât make him any scarier. In that light, in that moment, you got a glimpse of the Sunghoon you knew years ago. That was what made you freeze up.
You placed your hand on his forearm, using him for support as you got out of his car, the piercing pain in your foot caused you to wince. Youâre still not good at walking in heels after all these years, huh? Why must he always be right about you? âWhat is it?â he noticed your discomfort, worry flashing across his face for a moment.Â
âItâs nothing, just my heelsââ
âSit back,â he placed a hand on your shoulder, gently pushing you back into the passenger seat. He took one glance at you, there was an unmistakable mix of emotions in his eyes, but then he was out of your sight, opening the door of his backseat to get something.Â
Once he was back, he knelt on one knee in front of you, not a single word was exchanged, but you followed his every movement. He had a pair of shoes in his hand, it was only a beat later when he stared up at you, meeting your curious eyes. âWhen are you going to stop pushing me away and pretend itâs nothing when you need help?â
Sunghoon reached for your leg, unbuckling your heels in a swift motion, his touch was soft and he was gentle with you in every way. The shock from earlier till now had only caused you to sober up quicker, but the haziness in your head made you wonder if this was just a dream. He was right in front of you, swapping your heels for a comfortable pair of shoes, helping you into them as you watched wordlessly.
âThere. Feel better now?â Sunghoon stood up, holding onto your heels in one hand. Truthfully, you didn't know what to say to him, merely nodding in response. He breathed out a rather loud sigh, extending his arm out to you once more, and you immediately got the cue to hold onto him just like before.
Your first step out onto the ground was heaven in those comfortable shoes. They were large and awkward for you, but they were miles better than your heels. âJust hold onto me. I know you probably can't walk straight now,â
You bit back a remark to that, wanting to prove him wrong but you figured it'd be another stupid idea of yours. Holding onto his forearm just like before, you walked quietly with him by your side. You were unconsciously leaning your side onto him, the realisation mightâve not hit you, but it did for him. This was the closest youâve been since six years ago, physically and emotionally.Â
The silence was painful leading up to the moment you opened your front door, hoping to bid him a hasty goodbye, just for you to almost stumble over your own two feet once more, proving his point was right all over again. Sunghoon didnât complain when he helped you out of his shoes, he didnât say anything even when he guided you into your bedroom where you crashed out once your head hit the pillow. How was that possible? That was what Sunghoon thought upon seeing your sleeping figure.
âSunghoon,â he nearly jumped at the sound of your voice that was muffled by your face being pressed into your bedsheets. Your eyes were closed, eyebrows furrowed with a slight frown as if there were many thoughts swarming your drunken mind. He didnât dare to speak or make another move, waiting for what you would say next with an unsteady breath. You shifted in your sleep, your hand seemingly balling into a fist. âIâm sorry,â the words were hardly audible, yet in the silence of the night and the heat of it all, it was the loudest and clearest to Sunghoon, they were the only thing buzzing in his ears along with the sound of his heartbeat.
A faint smile that he hasnât worn around you in ages made its way to his face. Although Sunghoon knew you would most likely have forgotten about this and have zero recollection of uttering the words âIâm sorryâ when morning comes, there was still a sense of assurance that the chances of reconciling werenât completely zero. He breathed out a small sigh, realising he had to go back to pretending he hadnât heard your confession, having to act cold to one another as if it wasnât killing him internally. Were you feeling the same as he did?
Sunghoon tucked you into your blanket, casting one last glance at you sleeping soundly before turning his back to you, taking big steps to your bedroom door just for him to stop in his tracks at the glint of your photo frames. He knew he shouldnât pry, but he couldnât help stealing a glance. It was his first mistake, his curiosity had led him to the childhood pictures of you and him. You still had them after everything you went through with him. There was a lump in his throat, the sting in his eyes became much more prominent, a cluster of emotions were weighing down on him.
âIâm sorry too.â
âIs it me ⌠or is the mutual hating tension becoming awkward now?â
All of your teammates were huddled in a group, observing you and Sunghoon being forced to listen to your coachâs lecture for the hundredth time. It was the first training after your short weekend break, and that night alone has changed everything. Neither you nor him were at each other's throats anymore, there was no malice in the air or animosity, but there was still a striking tension that made everyone around you and him feel uncomfortable.Â
âWhat even happened that night?â Juyeon crossed his arms, frowning a little at the zero to none recollection of what happened that night all thanks to his reckless drinking.
âNothing much,â Yunjin said, her eyebrows raising at the sight of you and Sunghoon, choosing to keep your worries about him a secret.Â
Yujin coughed, displaying a deadpan expression. âWhat Juyeon probably meant was, what happened after? He sent her home, didnât he?â
âHe did, but I didnât hear what happened after,â
âTheyâre acting like theyâve fucked or something,â
âAnton!â the group averted their eyes at Anton, who seemed to have shrunk under the sharp glares sent by his teammates.Â
âWhat really happened after?â
If you were to receive at least a dollar for the times your coach has reprimanded you and Sunghoon, you wouldâve quit swimming and be a millionaire. This instance was the same as before where he called you and Sunghoon out on your lack of chemistry. He wasnât entirely wrong, and you could understand how it might affect the overall team chemistry, but what could you do? Make the first move? Insane.
âGuys, I know Iâve said this before, but youâve got to at least talk a little,â Coach Jeon let out a sigh, rubbing the sides of his head with his lips pressed into a thin line. âEveryone with eyes can tell you do not wish to be associated with each other or stand next to each otherââ his eyes were trained on the distance between you and Sunghoon. Upon realisation, the both of you took a step closer to each other, but it was not enough to mend it.
âJust try. Donât give the national team or yourselves bad press, alright?â Coach Jeonâs face was laced with genuine concern and worry. Given how long your relationship has been affecting the team, your coachâs worries only increased. âLook, either try to be on friendly terms before the Olympics or Iâll make it happen,â the latter sounded almost like a threat from the tone of his voice, sending chills down each of your spines. âDismissed.â
The moment your coach was out of ear shot, you turned to look at Sunghoon, narrowing your gaze accusingly at him. âDid you hear him? Weâve got to at least try speakingââ before you could manage to finish your sentence, Sunghoon scoffed and turned on his heels to leave the room.
You, on the other hand, were entirely dumbfounded by his sheer audacity. Was him helping you out that night merely a front that he kept up? He had transformed a total 180 compared to his previous attitude, this was not the same man who left you water and aspirin by your bed. âAsshole!â you shouted out at him as he made his way out, turning to leave from the other door to avoid following him.
The rest of your teammates that were huddled in a group still had their eyes fixated on the drama unfolding before them, most of which were shaking their heads in disapproval, some wandering eyes were trained on either one of your backs before disappearing completely behind the doors. Yunjin exchanged a brief glance with Yujin, a light bulb on the top of her head turning on.
âIâve got a way to get them to fix things up.â
The sun was soon setting as the evening came to an imminent end. You were the last to shower, being the only one left in the locker room, the sound of your locker door slamming shut echoed throughout the room. You took a seat on the bench, leaning your head against the lockers, a frustrated groan escaped your lips. You were annoyed, agitated at how Sunghoon had actively ignored you. Why was he acting like a total stranger to you? The least he couldâve done was spare some acknowledgement. Was he as cruel as you made him out to be?
You were pulled out of your deep thoughts the second you heard voices coming from the outside of the door. There was no way anyone would be catching you getting emotional over Sunghoonâexcept for Yunjinâonce was already enough, you blamed it on the influence of the alcohol. The voices only got louder as it came closer. There was a manâs voice, but also a woman, or actually, it sounded more like a group as you walked to the door, straining your ear to listen in on the commotion outside.
Before you could get any closer, the door flung open, causing you to take a step back in shock, mouth agape. The person being pushed into the locker room was no one other than the manifestation of your thoughts: Park Sunghoon. Just as quick as he was pushed in, the door slammed shut and there was a sound of the door locking.Â
âSort your shit out and weâll let you out in a few hours! Sorry!â
âWhat?âÂ
âWhat?â
You and Sunghoon yelled out simultaneously, absolutely incredulous this was befalling on you. Sunghoon, who happened to be unfortunate enough to be pushed into the locker room that you were alone in. This wasnât a coincidence, it was a strategic plan your teammates brewed up. The realisation clicked once you locked eyes with him, the adrenaline soon died down and the usual awkward tension returned.Â
The pettiness from earlier had you turning your back on him, storming towards the bench where you were sitting before your peace was ruined. Slow and hesitant footsteps followed you from behind, the heaviness of your breathing filled the air and you soon stopped in your tracks, the footsteps followed short. You turned around fast enough for you to have a whiplash, the man in front of you had kept a distance between you and him, the unspoken emotions were visible in the way he looked at you.
âAre we ever going to stop this?â the words had left his mouth before you could even form a proper thought, that alone was able to break down everything you had prepared to say beforehand.Â
âStopâwhat?â
âThis! Us!â he gestured between you and him, the distance was already proof of your coldness to one another. âAre we going to continue pretending everything is alright when itâs not?âÂ
âYou seriously have the nerve to say that after ignoring me for years, so yes, everything is fine! Itâs the way itâs supposed to be,â
âYou were ignoring me too!â
âI mean, you hate me, we canât stand each other, isnât that what everything is meant to be like?â
ââI hate youâ? Since when have I hated you?â Sunghoon scoffed, nostrils flaring, frown lines deepening.Â
âEver since our first competition after you transferred clubs. We stopped talking, you never bothered to look me in the eyes and brushed past me as if I was a stranger! I thought I could try apologising, but since then, all I could see in your eyes was anger,â your breath was shaky, the memories of your best friend becoming someone you couldnât recognise was painful to relive. âYou never told me your plans to leave, but you know what? I thought we were best friendsâŚâ
Sunghoon was silent for a moment, he opened his mouth to speak just for him to close it again, jaw clenched with a tense gaze. âI thought it was the right choice. I knew you wouldâve said no if I had told you earlier, so I chose not to. I didnât want to hurt you, but I suppose my judgments were wrong. I was a coward,â he paused, his eyes scanning every micro expression you made. âI never hated you. How could I ever? I was angry at myself. Seeing youâŚI was frustrated that I had let you go so easily. I thought you didnât wish to reconcile after you ignored me, I didnât know it was the opposite,â
You were still unresponsive, your pupils were shaking just as your breath began to waver. Sunghoon tried his best to muster the faintest of a soft smile, his knuckles were soon turning white from how hard he was balling his fists. âIâm sorry for saying those things that night. I shouldnât have disregarded our friendship over something so stupid. Iâm sorry, Y/N,â
With every blink, your eyes only stung from the tears building up. His confession as a whole made your heart twist, the overwhelming truth was eating you up from within. The explanation from him that you craved and yearned from years was finally here, but instead of feeling angry and wanting to punch him in the face like youâve always thought you would, you were the total opposite of that.
Tears were streaming down your face before you could fully comprehend you were crying. The lump in your throat was preventing you from speaking, a choke sob escaped and that wasnât helping your case at all. âFuck,â you cursed, feeling the heat creeping up to your face from embarrassment and you immediately buried your face into your hands.
âHey,â Sunghoon took large strides to get to you. You felt the warmth of his presence, the gentle touch of his hands that were on your arms, trying to pry them away from shielding your face. In that moment, you let yourself fall victim to him and his touch, feeling as if you had travelled back in time to when you first lost and Sunghoon was comforting you. âHey, look at me,â your eyes flitted up to meet his gaze, recognising the familiarity in them that youâve missed.Â
âWhat are you crying for?â his thumb brushed against your skin, wiping the downpour of tears.Â
âIâm sorry, Sunghoon, Iâm truly sorry. I feel stupid, I shouldnât have expected you to read minds, I shouldnât have blamed you for everythingââ
âHey,â he said once more, pulling your attention back onto him. âItâs alright. The both of us made mistakes, we were both in the wrong, none of us could blame the other. I know where youâre coming from, I understand,â
You blinked your tears away, breathing in deeply to stop yourself from crying yet again. âI wished we couldâve done this earlier. I wished I couldâve been less consumed by my anger. I lost many years without you, and most of all, I missed you,â
There was a twitch to the corners of Sunghoonâs lips, his hold on your hand became slightly tighter, and in a blink of an eye, he tugged you into his chest, engulfing you into a hug. Youâve missed this feeling, yet it felt completely new to you. âI missed you too. Iâm sorry for being such a stuck up asshole to you all the time,â
You snorted, smiling faintly against his hold. âYou better be sorry. Youâre forgiven,â
âYouâre forgiven too.â
Six years. That was how long youâve lost with each other. The amounts of competitions won, achievements and important events missed could no longer be replaced. But that day, in that locker room, you got a new chance at rebuilding the moments youâve lost in those six years, and you got a new beginning to build memories, even legacies, together that lasted for centuries.
Waking up to a message from Sunghoon on a Saturday morning was the last thing youâd expect.Â
Sure, you had made up with him not long before this, rather forcefully so, and you were glad it went well because you were done with your years of miscommunications with him, but after all, the wound was still fresh, the awkwardness and unfamiliarity was there between the both of you. You couldnât really speak to him without silence eventually following with nothing to say, nor could he keep a conversation with you fully either.Â
In your eyes, he looked like the person you knew for your whole life, physically unchanged, but at that moment, you didnât know what he was actually like anymore, whether he would laugh at the same joke you made or if heâd have the habit of repeating some words as he used to, all of those became a mystery to you. It hurts you to know youâve built a distance from him, causing the person you understood so well becoming someone youâre barely associated with.
Unknown number: this is Y/N, right? itâs Sunghoon. do you have time today?
You: hey, itâs Y/N. i do have time, iâm free for the whole day. why do you ask?
Sunghoon: iâm going home today, back to our hometown, iâm wondering if youâd like to come along? itâs okay if you decline though.
You: no, actually iâd like to come with you if you donât mind. thanks for asking me.Â
Sunghoon: iâll be at your house in an hour, eat something light, letâs get breakfast at our usual place.
Going back to the place that practically raised you along with the person that had been by your side since the start and growing up together with you was something youâd never once thought was possible in those six years apart, that was until now. It was a miracle that heâd willingly invited you to join him, and as much as you were relieved, you were also nervous, way too anxious for your own good.
For at least fifteen minutes after answering his texts, you paced back and forth in your apartment, conflicted about what to wear, the things you should bring, and even preparing what you could say to him once you saw him. This was a big step for not only you, but also him. It was a bandage that would heal the wounds caused by your dispute, a potential chance to restart the friendship and get closer to one another. Â
Seeing his car brought you back to the night he drove you home. An embarrassing realisation that you had was Sunghoon had to see you in your drunken state that couldn't keep yourself balanced on two feet. You disregarded that memory and entered his car, greeting him a good morning like you've grown to do at training.
âHungry?âÂ
âI'm alright, just had some bread,â
âGreat. It'll be an hour drive and we'll stop by our favourite restaurant, how does that sound?â
âI'm excited. I haven't been back in months,â
âWell, I think you'd like the new set they added in the menu.â
He remembered what you liked and hated? The biggest shock was realising he still ate at your favourite restaurant, taking note of an addition to the menu that he'd think you'd like. Did that mean he's kept you in his head even before your reconciliation?
Everything was confusing to you. He was confusing to you. It was absolutely frustrating. You shook off that feeling and stared out of the window, noting some landmarks that you remembered. It was the same route you'd take every time you went back to your hometown as well. You wondered how many times you've happened to cross paths on this route with Sunghoon in the past.Â
By taking advantage of the silence in the car, you decided to ask Sunghoon a question that's been eating you alive ever since you received his message. âWhy did you suddenly decide to go back at this time?â
Sunghoon didn't expect you to cut through the silence, glancing at you briefly before returning his eyes upon the read ahead. He hummed thoughtfully, fingers tapping on the steering wheel.Â
âTo be honest, I've thought about it for quite some time already. I wanted to have a small getaway while being able to see my parents before going to Paris,â he paused for some time, the faint music coming from the radio played in the background. âIt's something that I do before major competitions. Visiting the old pool and seeing everyone again really calms me down a lot. I just thought it'll be a great opportunity to bring you along nowâŚâ now that we're somewhat friends again. That was probably what he wanted to say after judging from his hesitance.Â
âI never knew you went back so often,â you muttered, frowning at the fact that this was another thing that you failed to learn about Sunghoon. It was also another evidence of how your friendship was, in fact, in the ditch for a long period of time where you practically had zero idea of what the other was doing.
He maintained his focus on the road ahead, but you could see a small, ever so slightly of a smile forming on his face. At least you knew he was getting comfortable enough to not keep such a stoic expression around you like before. âIt's not that often. I will try to do it as much as I can, but it's hard. You know, my mum would ask your mum about you all the time, she just hides it from me,â
You snorted at that, yet internally, you felt touched at Mrs Park's concern for you even when you and her son stopped being friends. It was hard to avoid her whenever you went home considering she lived in the house next to your family. Not that you had ill intentions to dodge her, but seeing her after what went down, you didn't have the courage to face her. Mrs Park was relentless to say the least, she'd always find her way to speak to you no matter what, and sometimes, you could see how sorry she was from her eyes alone.
âI'm sure my mum does the same too and she just never tells me.â
The journey there didnât take long with several conversations here and there with Sunghoon, the small talks lasted longer than how it usually would, and that alone was saying something. There were some laughs shared together, in the midst of the moment, you couldnât help letting your gaze on his smile linger for more than a second. It was the first few times you got to see Sunghoon letting himself go around you just like old times.Â
Sunghoon wasnât kidding when he mentioned the first stop would be your favourite restaurant. It was surprising to see the restaurant again after almost a year of not dropping by. The times you went back to your hometown was to visit your parents only, there were barely any second thoughts about stopping to visit your favourite spots. Maybe it was also because you were scared to relive the best memories you had with Sunghoon and the only way was to avoid the places you created unforgettable moments with him.
âI havenât been here in forever,â you looked around at the unchanging interior of the restaurant, the walls were decorated with simple paintings and a picture of you and Sunghoon together with the restaurant owner. Beside that picture was another one that caught your eye instantly. Squinting, you realised that it was Sunghoon with the owner in more recent years, most likely a year ago. He really did come back to visit much more consistently than you, especially to the places you grew up going to together. âIs that you in the picture?â
Sunghoon raised his eyebrows, turning to follow your line of sight and realisation dawned on his face at the picture that was next to the old one of you and him. âOhâthat, yeah it is. It was taken a year ago. I only started coming back here last year. I was surprised she recognised me after all those years. It was quite awkward when she asked me about you though,â
âI can imagine,â you cringed at the image of people asking either one of you about the other, you've been so close since forever where everyone assumed you and him came in pairs. âI didnât think youâd come back here,âÂ
âWhy not?â
âDoesnât it remind you too much of us?â
Sunghoon smiled at that, a hint of curiosity sparked in your eyes at his reaction. âThatâs the reason why I came back actually ⌠regardless of what happened,â
You could sense some sadness in his voice when he said that despite wearing an unwavering smile. There was an odd feeling in your heart knowing that you were wrong all along. Sunghoon never hated you, not even once. In fact, he missed you just as much as you did, or more judging from what he'd said. Was it relief, regret or sadness that you felt?
âShould we order?â he noticed the solemness settling in your face, taking the initiative to change the subject and divert your attention away from your thoughts. âHow about we order our usual?â
âDo you still remember mine?â
âI do. I'd never forget anything about you.â
Every part of you was filled with nostalgia once you tasted the food you grew up eating. It was a shame your fear clouded you from coming back to the restaurant, you've missed it more than you expected. However, it was probably the best choice that you made unknowingly. It wouldn't have felt the same without Sunghoon. Eating the same food with the same person that you had done so years ago proved that you would've missed his presence if he wasn't there.
âYou two are going to the Olympics next month, right?â the restaurant owner, Mrs Kim, came by your table to check up on you and Sunghoon, who answered her question with a short 'yes'. She turned to you, and it was then you realised how much older she's gotten over the years of not seeing her. Time really has slipped through your fingers. âI haven't seen you in years. I was really happy to see you winning in the last Olympics,â
You bowed your head slightly, smiling at the fact that she remembered you even though you practically disappeared for a long period of time. âThank you. I really wished I got the time to stop by too,â
âIt's okay, you're probably busy, aren't you? It just makes me really, really happy to see you here with him now. I remember how you and him loved coming by to hang out and eat,â Mrs Kim reminisced thoughtfully, spreading the effect to you and possibly Sunghoon as well. She took a quick glance at the wall where your old picture was. âHow about we take a new photo? I'll make sure to stick it on the wall to show how much our Olympic medallists had grown,â
You and Sunghoon laughed awkwardly, but neither of you rejected her offer either. At the same spot in the restaurant where you stood years back, in the exact position standing beside Mrs Kim with Sunghoon to her right, you smiled at the camera, listening to the click coming from the phone as the picture was taken. As Mrs Kim ran to check on the pictures, you looked over at Sunghoon, meeting his eyes at once as he had already been staring at you before that.Â
It was unspoken, but you knew what he meant. This moment was something you and him both needed after everything that went down. It was a start over, a reflection on your past and reliving your memories. You were there then, also creating new memories for your future-self, looking back to feel nothing but relief that you and Sunghoon had patched up the cracks.
There was a small, genuine smile that crept onto your face. It was filled with nothing but sincere joy and relief. At that, Sunghoon reciprocated your smile, chuckling a little too. A wave of emotions flowed through the two of you in that instance, because you knew, there was nothing in this world that could ever take this moment away from you, never again.Â
The next stop right after breakfast was your parents' homes.Â
There was a sense of ease in the air ever since you left the restaurant. You and Sunghoon no longer were as tense as before, feeling rather comfortable in your own skin compared to the awkwardness you suffered from last time. Sunghoon couldn't hide his nervousness about going home, and if you thought about it too, you started feeling the same.
You didn't tell your parents you were visiting, after all it was an impromptu trip and you figured a surprise visit would be nice. 'Surprise' probably wouldn't be enough to describe your return together with Sunghoon. You doubted anyone could've seen this coming.
âLet's meet up after to get lunch, how does that sound?â Sunghoon and you were standing outside of his car that was parked on the sidewalk right by each of your houses.Â
âSounds good. I'll text you,â
âSure. I'll let you know when I'm done too,â he glanced over your shoulder, looking at his house before averting his gaze to yours. It didn't take long for you to piece together what was going through his mind. Memories of your childhood, that was most likely flooding his head. âSee you,â
âSee you in a while too.â
It was odd. Watching Sunghoon entering his home, you couldn't get yourself to enter yours. Not because you were scared of your parents whatsoever, it was mainly due to a weird feeling clouding your senses. Every moment, everything, from the restaurant up until standing on the sidewalk with Sunghoon, it reminded you of your past that you were reliving in the present, except you were much older and had different circumstances. Growing up was weird.
Your parents were definitely surprised to see you walking through the front door. Nevertheless, they engulfed you in a hug and asked about your sudden visit. Once you mentioned Sunghoon, their eyes almost popped out, and you had to explain everything from the start to the end.Â
âSo, I guess we're friends again,â
âOh, thank God,â your mother sighed dramatically, clutching onto her chest. You were already tired from her antics and it has only been an hour. âThank God you and Sunghoon are back to being friends. I was wondering if you two will ever talk again,â
âWe were almost never going to talk forever. Things weren't as smooth sailing in the beginning, but I'm glad we worked through it somehow,â you shrugged, lips flattening into a thin line.Â
âDid you know Sunghoon would always visit us whenever he's back here?â your dad chimed into the conversation, it was his turn to surprise you with something new that you never knew about, so you shook your head. âHe practically begged us not to tell you because he knew you'd be angry,âÂ
âHe did?â you breathed out in disbelief and shock, not expecting Sunghoon would go out of his way to visit your parents as well. All while you and him were on bad terms, that was way more than necessary. You felt yourself melting into the couch, another level of guilt built internally. âHe cared ⌠way more than I thought.â
The day eventually rolled by swiftly after eating lunch and an early dinner with both yours and Sunghoon's family. The two families hadn't had the chance to sit down and catch up together as a whole in years. It wasn't the same in those years of bad blood, and now that everything was back to the way it should be, you could tell both families were at peace just as much as you were. Inevitably, you had to bid them goodbye with a heavy heart, accepting their wishes for the Olympics and stealing one last look to remember the moment.
The evening sun was setting soon, the sky was painted a hue of orange and yellow. You missed the feeling of watching the sunset back at home. This time around, however, you didn't feel a sense of sadness in you anymore, unlike how you did in the past. The sun was disappearing from sight as you stared out of the window. Sunghoon was bringing you to the last spot that he'd usually go to during his routine visit: your old training centre.
You still remember the last few times you visited the training centre. Once was after the Tokyo Olympics where you and some of your other teammates that you trained with at your old club came to meet some of the young swimmers. There was the other time when you personally visited to see your old coach, having the chance to speak to him privately and you could still recall the unavoidable mention of Sunghoon.
There you were, years later, walking by him along the vast swimming pool that you trained in with Sunghoon growing up, watching evening training sessions of the youth swimmers. Eventually, you and him decided to take a seat in the stands, feeling worn out after a long day. You turned to him, unwavering eyes trained on his face. âIâm surprised you would visit everytime youâre here even though you transferred,â
âItâs where everything started,â he had his attention on the training session happening below, a smile filled with reminiscence of the past slowly crept onto his lips. âItâs where all my memories are. I could remember every little memory of us being here from years ago,â
âI suppose youâre right. Whenever Iâm here, I feel oddly nostalgic. Every part of the pool has a story behind it, thatâs how much time we spent here,â you hugged your arms around yourself, leaning forward to get a clearer look of the swimmersâ performances.Â
Sunghoon averted his gaze, turning to meet your eyes instead. There was a hint of fondness in those warm, brown irises that reflected a different version of you in them. They lingered for a beat longer before he finally spoke. âIâm glad youâre here with me this time,â there was no mistaking the sincereness in both his voice and his gaze, the truth of his was the same as how you felt. It truly was the closure that you and him needed. âYou have no idea how much I missed you whenever Iâm here,â
The edge of your mouth twitched, there was an unexplainable feeling in your heart, something that youâve experienced around Sunghoon one too many times back then and it seemed to have returned once more. âAnd you have no idea how I feel the same about you when Iâm here too.â
Going home, there was a much lighter atmosphere surrounding you and Sunghoon compared to before. You couldnât explain it, but you just knew the trust and love that had existed in the past was coming back stronger than ever. It was a day filled with nostalgia, reminiscence and also vulnerability. Youâd never thought youâd confess your inner thoughts to him until he did, being the first to open up and allowing you to realise he wasnât the bad guy that you made him out to be in your head. He was Park Sunghoon, the same as the one you grew up with, the first boy who showed you everything and made you feel emotions youâve never experienced.Â
He was your best friend. Yet, deep inside of you, you knew in those two words, âbest friendâ, there was something more than simply just that.
One month. 30 days.Â
The Paris Olympics seemed to be closer than imagined. From being a faraway dream to becoming a reality, the Olympics were the only thing clouding your thoughts day and night, just as it was for your teammates. You and your teammates have yet to stop pushing yourselves with the reminder of winning a gold medal, the weight of it made everyone tense and having a harder time to calm down.Â
âShould we get some drinks tonight?â Yunjin proposed at the end of the training, looking expectantly at every one of you. âItâs the weekend and we have some time off,â
âNo clubs please,â Anton threw his head back, dreading the thought of getting drunk at the club and being disoriented again, especially when the big day was coming.
âWho said weâll be going to the club?â Yunjinâs smirk was telling you that she had a grand idea brewing in her head already. âCome to my place. I have the best drinks to offer,â
The temptation of drinking somewhere other than the club was getting to you and the others. With the accumulated stress and endless training, all you wished for was a chance to let go even for only a second. Now that Yunjin had proposed an idea that was hard to reject, the devil on your shoulder was calling for you to agree.
âIâm down,â Sunghoon was the first to agree to Yunjinâs idea, his eyes immediately meeting yours when you looked over at him. He flashed you a faint smile, giving you a drinking gesture to which you rolled your eyes at.
âYou know what, me too,â Juyeon, who stood next to Sunghoon, threw his arm around Sunghoon, bouncing slightly on his heels. Following him, the others agreed too, and you inevitably went along.Â
âIâll pick you up,â Sunghoon said as he passed by you before disappearing with the guys to their locker rooms. Yunjin and Yujin were staring at you with a type of smile that you knew was up to no good.Â
âWhat?â you wrapped your towel around you and started making your way to the locker room as well, the other two running up to catch up with you.Â
âYou and Sunghoon have gotten really close,â Yunjin nudged you with her elbow.
âIsnât that what you all wanted? Since you locked me in a room with him,â you wiggled an accusatory finger at both Yunjin and Yujin who were equally guilty for conjuring up the idea and going along with it. âIs it supposed to be surprising that weâre close friends again?â
You remembered that day clearly and what exactly happened after. Once you made up with Sunghoon, you and him werenât freed from the room immediately as you wished for it to be. Instead, you were in there for over an hour, stuck with Sunghoon and having to converse with him even though he had just witnessed your breakdown in front of him. Admittedly, it was a great bonding time that did help in repairing your relationship, but you were still holding that grudge that your friends had run off to leave you fending for yourself in that locker room.
Thankfully, their efforts were not in vain. After that, you and Sunghoon became closer as each day passed by. Although it was a little awkward and tense at some points in time, you still managed to get over it, building back the friendship that you used to have together. You could tell Coach Jeon was much more relaxed than usual seeing you and Sunghoon talk and interact. Not to mention, the trip back to your hometown has made a monumental impact on you and him, getting the closure that the both of you needed and finally putting everything behind.Â
âWellâŚno,â Yujin interjected, a finger placed on her chin as if she was pondering deeply about something, then she turned to look at you sharply. âBut, what ifâŚâ
You pulled a face at her, absolutely confused at what she was trying to mean. âWhat if?â
âWhat if,â it was Yunjinâs turn to chime in, raising her eyebrows suggestively at you. âWhat if you and Sunghoonââ
âNever!â you blurted out, stopping Yunjin from finishing the sentence that you knew what was going to end with. That question has been asked ever since you were kids till your teen years, and you were getting deja vu at that moment. The thought of Sunghoon and you dating has always pulled a convulsive reaction out of you.
âWhat?â Yunjin and Yujin shrieked, halting in their steps which prompted you to follow suit, staring frantically at them as though youâve spoken a curse that had shook them.
âYou had Park Sunghoon wrapped around your little finger since you were a kid and you never onceânot even onceâthought about him in that sense? Do you know how popular he is?âÂ
You knew Sunghoon was popular ever since you were a kid. It didnât matter if it was in school, in the club or around your neighbourhood, his name had a reputation to it, the âcute swimmer boyâ was typically how people described him. The crushes people had on him were something you wished you would forget too, not because of jealousy whatsoever, but mainly because you were dragged into it for no reason at all.
âIâve never considered it before,â you said simply, avoiding their watchful gazes, but were met with doubtful looks from the two girls.Â
âNot even once?â
You swallowed, fidgeting with your towel and slowly losing your composure. There was a momentary pause that spoke more than words were needed, followed by an uncomfortable cough. âWellâŚmaybe once,â
âOkay. Just once?â Yunjin pressed on, a satisfactory smile appearing on her lips just as imaginary devil horns appeared on her head. She knew what she was doing.Â
âOr twiceâŚâÂ
âOnly?â
âIâm leaving!â you clutched onto your towel, not sparing your friends a single look before rushing towards the locker room. Your heartbeat was increasing at a concerning rate and it was not because you were speeding up your steps, but because of the thought of Sunghoon and your friendsâ questions. This was frustrating!
Yunjin and Yujin watched as you sped walked away from them with smiles on their faces, the identical ones they had while brewing up the plan to get you and Sunghoon back together. Well, that worked, didnât it? So, their next plan should be a guaranteed success.
âYou know what Iâm thinking?â
âI think I do.â
To your absolute dismay, the conversation you had with Yunjin and Yujin completely distracted you from that moment onwards. All you could think of was Sunghoon associated with the words âwhat ifâ when you were in the shower, locker room until seeing the man himself in his car. You listened to him talk with the soft music in the background, the ambience itself painted a picture where a new light was shone on him, the thoughts returning in no time.Â
You tried your best to avoid him when you had the chance at Yunjinâs place, taking every chance to distract yourself with your friendsâ conversations while chugging down some good beer. There were a few occasions where you felt Sunghoonâs lingering stare at you, locking eyes for several seconds before being the first to look away, heat gradually crawling up to your cheeks. Damn it, Yunjin and Yujin, why did they have to put this imagery into your head? Now you can't face Sunghoon like a normal person.
âWhy are you so quiet today?â
You were startled when you heard Sunghoonâs voice coming from behind you. It was right after midnight when you were sitting on one of the chairs in the balcony all by yourself, looking out at the city skyline with a half empty bottle of beer. Sunghoon made his presence known by taking a seat next to you, keeping his unwavering gaze at you, expecting an answer from you.
You. You were the reason. That was what you wouldâve said if you had the guts to be as bold as you wished to be. However, that was already reserved for the Olympics, so you couldnât bring yourself to be bold when it came to your true feelings. What were your true feelings in the first place?
âWhat? Oh, itâs nothing. I guess itâs just finally hitting me that the Olympics are soon. Itâs quite nerve wracking,â you were lying through your teeth, and there was a small chance he could see through you.
Sunghoon propped one hand on his knee, leaning a little close to you, his eyes trained onto your face, the scent of his cologne mixed with the smell of the beer lingered in the air between you and him. âYouâre nervous? The Y/N L/N is nervous? Thatâs something new,â
âQuit teasing,â you slapped his arm in a lighthearted manner, resisting the urge to smile when you saw his face lighting up. âEveryoneâs expectations are a heavy burden. Maybe I got older and became a little more aware of everything, but Iâm finally realising not only our country is placing their hopes on us, the entire team is too,â
The emotional side of you was making its appearance once more just as it always does when you drink. Last time it was about Sunghoon, and this time it was with Sunghoon, you should be proud of the progress. Taking a swig of your beer, you tried to hide your vulnerability by acting as casual as you could. It has been ages since you and Sunghoon had these types of conversations, especially now that youâve just recently patched things up, the last thing you wanted was to dump your worries on him.
âDo you still remember what they called us?â he placed his beer bottle onto the ground, the cool night air brushing against his hair, a slight tinge of pink painted on his cheeks from the alcohol in his system. You ignored how close he was to you, your knees brushing against one another at times, his cologne being the only thing you could breathe in, every single detail of his features being as clear as day in the night. ââNational treasuresâ. Thatâs what we are. That is what I think you are. Despite everything, whether it is losing or winning, itâs something nobody could ever take away from you. Take the burden and turn it into your strength. No one would blame you for any kinds of outcome,â
There was a beat of silence, you were blinking at him, absolutely lost for words. You were touched, the emotional imbalance wasnât helping either as it made you feel a bottle of surging emotions. Most importantly, you could feel your heart skipping a beat. Was that supposed to be normal? You ignored the telling signs, opting to feign nonchalance and breaking into a smile. âSince when did you get so matured?â
Sunghoon let out a soft chuckle, turning away from you to look at the night sky instead. He breathed in deeply, exhaling just a second after, a comfortable silence settled for a split moment. âWeâre the protagonists of the world,â he said without missing a beat, then he glanced back at you with a fiery spark in those brown irises of his. âThatâs what we used to tell each other, isnât it? So, whatâs stopping us from being that again?â
He remembered. He remembered everything. Every little detail that you thought to be too insignificant for him to recall, every small moments you had together, every word you said to him, he never once forgot them. There was a slight widening of your eyes as you processed what he just said, the realisation eventually pulled a laugh of amusement out of you, a sudden wave of reminiscence filled your heart up.Â
âYouâre right. Weâre born to be national treasures and the protagonists of the world. You and I.â
Landing in Paris was a dream come true.Â
Not only were you accompanied by the entirety of the national team, but you had your closest friends by your side, the anticipation for victories were apparent in every one of you. Yunjin and Yujin couldnât contain their excitement throughout the whole plane ride either. They were bugging you about the food choices available, the opening ceremony leading up to the design of the medals. It was a miracle you managed to sleep despite their constant bickerings.
âItâs really happening, isnât it?â Yunjin whispered to you as the team were en route to the Olympic Village.Â
âIt is. It truly is,â you had a dazed look in your eyes, the passing sceneries of the city mesmerised you with the reality of you actually being there gradually hit you. âA once in four years opportunity. It is our time now.â
Unpacking your luggage was a hefty job once youâve arrived at your assigned room in the village. You shared the lodging with your two best friends along with your other teammates from the swimming team, so there was nothing much to worry about except for the amount of gossip that would happen in that space alone. No matter how tired you all were, you had no choice but to power through it and get ready for the opening ceremony in the evening.
The opening ceremony was an unforgettable experience to say the least. You were dressed in a simple suit just as the others were too, the team uniform was the only thing taking up your line of sight as you stood on the boat that was cruising along the Seine River. Countless spectators were crowded on the bridge overlooking the river, waving to the boats passing by.
âI canât believe weâre on a boat. We didnât have this in Tokyo,â Yunjin whisper-shouted to you, recounting the opening ceremony back in Tokyo four years ago while waving the flag in her hand with great enthusiasm.Â
âItâs not everyday you get to be on a boat in some expensive suit in Paris,â you threw an arm around Yunjinâs shoulder, pulling her close to your side.Â
âAnd itâs not everyday youâre just casually participating in the Olympics,â Yujin added, doing the same to you and pulling you closer to her, eliciting a laugh from both you and Yunjin. It really was a miracle and a dream to have your best friends competing with you at such a big event, and that wasnât something anyone could just brag about.
Halfway through the boat ride, you managed to squeeze past many familiar faces from your national team, some were even athletes you looked up to, and it made you feel like a fan all over again. However, that wasnât your main goal for searching around the large boat. It was the person that came to your mind ever since you landed in Paris.
âSunghoon!âÂ
He turned around at the sound of your voice calling after him, his curious gaze landed on you, warmth and familiarity filled his eyes at the sight of you accompanied by a boyish smile he would have whenever he was with you. There was no way he could hide his excitement of seeing you from the way his eyes sparkled and crinkled at the sides, looking at you as if you were the only person in his field of vision.Â
âHey,â he breathed out once you reached his side, the both of you leaned against the railings and looked out at the river. âTired?â
âVery. Canât you tell Iâve put concealer over my dark circles? I think the jet lag might hit soon,â you dramatically pointed at your under eye area, the frown on your face only pulled a humorous laugh out of Sunghoon.Â
âRest up. Our first event is tomorrow,âÂ
âAlready?â you threw your head back, groaning at the thought of early morning training.Â
âCrazy, isnât it? I have back-to-back events too,â
âWho asked you to sign up for so many anyway?â you nudged his side teasingly, sharing a brief moment of eye contact.Â
âIâm very passionate about swimming,âÂ
âSure you are,â you snickered quietly at him, sharing the same smile he had on his face. Slowly, you turned to look at him, resting your elbow on the railing. âYouâre not pushing yourself too hard, right?â
He averted his gaze from the view in front of him, glancing at you instead and meeting your rather intense eyes that held a message that he knew to decipher before you could explain further. âDonât worry about me,â he said softly. There was a hint of hesitance in his movements for a split second, but then he reached for your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours. âIâm really glad I got to spend this Olympic with you,â
Given the last Olympics in Tokyo where you and he were still in the cold war era, it never once occurred to you that youâve wasted a precious moment with him. It couldâve been a good memory where you experienced your first Olympics with the person thatâs been by your side since day one. Four years since then, in this present time, staring at his delicate features with a crowd cheering around you, there was nothing you would trade to replace this moment with him.Â
âIâm glad youâre here with me this time,â
His smile grew wider, eventually reaching his eyes that contained sparks which grew brighter as time passed. Your breath hitched, the air around you seemed to grow thicker, the breeze swept across your face, blowing against your hair. Yet, all you could do was be frozen in place, becoming much aware of the feeling of his skin on yours. How were you to explain the weird sensation of your heart tightening and racing quicker than normal? You were too young to experience cardiovascular diseases!Â
Something in you knew it wasnât symptoms of any heart diseases, it was the signs of love. That was much more frightening to you than anything else.Â
âAre youâŚokay? You dazed out for a bit,â he snapped his fingers in front of your face, bringing you back to reality after having an internal conflict with yourself.Â
âWhat? OhâIâm fine. Just a little jetlagged. I told you itâs setting in,â you laughed with a nervous undertone to it, trying to wave off any suspicion along with your own thoughts about Sunghoon.Â
âGet enough sleep tonight. Iâll be there rooting for you tomorrow. After all, your event is before mine, so Iâll be giving you my every support,â he squeezed your hand gently, unbeknownst to him, his action along with the feeling of it travelled to your heart, triggering it to thump harder against your chest. âYou better swim at your best, okay? Iâll always be able to see right through you,â
âI know youâ. You remembered it as clear as day, as though it happened just yesterday. Sunghoonâs words brought back the memory of what he had said to you during your first few altercations in training. It was a fact. There was no need for you to deny it or try to avoid that, because both you and Sunghoon knew, no matter what, youâd be able to see through one another and be the best judges of each otherâs performances. After all those years, this seemed to have not changed.
You scoffed lightheartedly, turning your face away from him for a moment to hide your flushed state before facing him once again, putting up a front of casualness. âWho are you? Coach Jeon?â
He snorted at the mention of your coach, shaking his head a little. âI think Coach Jeon would be pissed if you didnât do your best,â he was stating the obvious, considering your coach has the sharpest eyes when it comes to everyoneâs performances, there was no way anyone would dare to do so. Sunghoon raised his eyebrows at you, the slightest smile resting on his lips. âBut I donât think thatâll happen. Ever. Y/N L/N, the person I know my whole life, would never slack off or put zero effort into your swim. So, just do your best,â
âYou, do your best, too. Iâm hoping we can return home with medals around our necks,â
âOf course we are,â he said without any hesitation whatsoever, straightening his spine and wearing a confident smile, never once loosening his hold on your hand. You forgot Sunghoon tends to be the one who had more confidence than you before every competition. It has been that way ever since you were kids, and it seemed to have continued onto the present day. âDid you forget? Weâre national treasures. Weâll always bring a medal home. This time, however, itâs going to be gold,â
âYou better stick to your words,â you pointed a finger at him, the thought of winning the gold medal excited you, but it also scared you. To Sunghoon, it was just another challenge for him to tackle.Â
âI will, and you better give it your all to win that gold too. I want to win it together with you ⌠like how we used to.âÂ
Nostalgia was certainly dangerous. You couldnât help smiling at the mention of the past, thinking about the times you and Sunghoon won gold medals in your individual events. The pictures taken together with a gold medal hanging around each of your neck, smiling innocently with pure joy from winning resided in a thick photobook, becoming memories that you would never let go. It mightâve been different this time compared to the competitions from your childhood as it was the Olympics, the pressure and expectations were higher on you and him. Despite all that, the dynamic between you and Sunghoon remained the same.
Looking out at the Eiffel Tower in the distance, you realise this Olympics wasnât just a chance to fulfil your dreams, your countryâs expectations, but also the hope and dream you shared with Sunghoon since you were kids. The last Olympics mightâve not gone as well as you wished it had in terms of your friendship with Sunghoon, so this was a chance for you to turn things around. Not to mention, your inner voice bugged you constantly about your complicated feelings that have yet to have an answer. Now, that was another problem to solve.
First, youâve got to get that gold medal. Secondly, you must figure out your true feelings for your best friend. Between the two, the latter seemed much harder than the Olympic gold medal.
âYouâre telling me you thought of Sunghoon in a romantic way?â
Breaking the news while youâre warming up half an hour before the finals of your first event was probably the worst timing possible. It was even worse for Yujin and Yunjin who had just finished their semifinal round for their butterfly event.Â
Quite frankly, you couldnât blame yourself either. The thought of it was spilling at the seams since its first appearance prior to the Olympics. From that point onwards, it only seems to plague you further by taking over your mind. You were lucky you managed to make it to the top three out of the eight to qualify to the finals. The first day was already chaotic for you, to top it all off, you just couldnât avoid Sunghoon entirely and thus, the thoughts about him worsened.
âWell, correction, âthinkingâ, not âthoughtâ,â you said meekly, attempting to hide your face by stretching, but your two friends werenât letting you go easily.
âPresent tense?â Yujin shrieked, earning odd stares from reporters and other competitors around you. She pursed her lips, lowering her gaze before narrowing it at you. âSo, you do have feelings for him?â
âI donât know? Itâs not confirmed ⌠yet. I think?â
âYou havenât made up your mind yet,â Yunjin hummed, seemingly much calmer than Yujin from the looks of her demeanour. âYouâre in denial. I do think you have some feelings if you couldnât stop thinking about him,â
You stopped your actions, deciding you were done warming up, but remained motionless, a defeated sigh eventually left your lips. âWhat do I do?â
âOwn up to it. Face it,â Yunjin stated plainly, receiving a groan from you as a response.Â
âEasier said than done. The last thing I want to do is to ruin our friendship right after fixing it,âÂ
Yujin looked at you with the softest gaze, much rather in sympathy at your pathetic state. âThat wonât happen. How do you know itâs unrequited? What if Sunghoon feels the same way?â
âImpossible,â
âHey! Donât make any conclusions before knowing the truth,â Yunjin landed a smack to the back of your head, and as much as you knew you deserved that wake up call, you still hissed at the sting.
âYouâre right. I think Iâm overcomplicating everything,â
âYou are,â Yujin was straightforward, even if her honest truth was a cut to the skin, her rubbing your back in reassurance was a way to patch the wound. âHow about we have a debrief tonight at dinner? You should be focusing on whatâs much more important now,â
âThe fucking finals, Y/N! The 400m freestyle finals! Youâre against Ledecky, you should be more worried about her than Sunghoon,â Yunjin surely made a point, and it did help in giving you additional assurance.Â
You couldnât resist laughing, especially at their rather interesting way of encouragement and comfort. âLet's talk about this tonight then. Iâll make sure to swim my best later,â
âDuh, when will you ever not? Come on, Sunghoonâs 400m freestyle final is starting. Do you want to watch that or dodge him?â
âOf course Iâd want to watch it. After all, heâs still my best friend and I told him I'll be there to support him,â you remembered the unspoken promise you had with Sunghoon to win the gold medal together. With your first finals happening back-to-back, the desperation to achieve your life-long dream with each other had personally overwhelmed the thought of your nation placing their entire hope on your back.
Being at the poolside gave you a slap in the face with the reality that you were in the finals and you werenât hallucinating every part of it. You were with some of your other competitors for the finals, some were doing last warm-ups while some were sitting and waiting for the men to start their finals. You were one of those waiting for the event to begin. From the looks of your legs shaking, it was hard to determine who you were nervous for. Yourself or Sunghoon?Â
The swimmers soon take their places at their individual starting block. You could spot Coach Jeon giving Sunghoon some last minute advice before giving the boy an encouraging pat in the back, sending him off to his spot. At one point, you wondered if you were staring too intensely at the back of Sunghoonâs head. It was as if he could feel your stare and your presence simultaneously, opting to look over his shoulder instead of stretching like the other swimmers. One look was all it took for Sunghoon to spot you. He had the same spark in his eyes as the moment he saw you on the boat during the open ceremony.
His shoulders evidently sagged in relief. He breathed in deeply, followed by a striking smile that he casted specifically at you. In those years of competing together, you barely had times where your events were back-to-back, but whenever there were opportunities as such, either you or him would be relieved to see one another. Just one glance, and itâd calm your racing heart in no time. To you this time, however, instead of slowing down your beating heart, his presence only made your heart work ten times harder than usual.
Sunghoon had no choice but to take his eyes off of you once they gave out the signal to the swimmers to take their places on the starting block. Your eyes were trained solely on him, unable to tear them away from his figure as you watched him pull his goggles over his head. Quietly, and routinely, you prayed for the best.
There was a loud electronic beep that was followed by the swimmers diving into the pool, a sound of water splashing filled the arena and from that, the cheers increased by ten folds. You could barely breathe as you stared at the large projector that displayed the live televised scene of whatâs happening before you, giving everyone a much better view of the action in the pool.Â
Sunghoon was currently in a tight spot with both the German and Australian swimmers relentlessly chasing after the first place. There were times when the top three would overtake each other to secure the gold medal position just to fall back. It was only the second lap out of the eight, but you could feel yourself unconsciously gripping onto your chair tightly. To the spectators and fans, the thrill of the competition between the swimmers spurred them alive, the atmosphere in the arena became increasingly wilder from the shouts and cheers.
The swimmers completed each lap with vigour, swimming back and forth for eight laps without stopping for a second, the last lap was soon approaching once you saw Sunghoon kicked his feet off the wall, heading back to the starting spot for one last time. The underwater battle between him and the other two swimmers was becoming much more fierce, leaving the rest of the swimmers to trail behind them.Â
There was barely any gap between the three of them till the point where it became hard to determine who was in the lead. The tension was high, the fans in the crowd were shouting louder while waving the flags of their countries. You could hardly get your eyes off of the screen, the name of your best friend was displayed on the lane he was swimming in, the distance between them and the starting point was closer as each second passed.
Nobody dared to blink the next moment. Once their hands touched the walls, it was already the signal of the end. Every swimmer stopped once they had finished their lap, holding onto the edge and waiting for the results. The screams from the people watching in the stands became a hundred times louder when the leaderboard revealed the names of the top three winners. You averted your gaze to the three names, letting out a sigh of relief at the sight of Sunghoonâs name sitting in second place.
The camera panned over to show Sunghoon on the screen. There was a hint of disappointment that was hard to hide, but you could tell he was trying to put on a smile. Losing the gold medal was frustrating, however, at the end of the day, he was still a winner of the silver medal, making him the first athlete to clinch an Olympic medal for the country this early on in the campaign.Â
The swimmers eventually got out of the pool, rushing to interviews or choosing to freshen up by changing into their tracksuits. The medalists were busy tending to the reporters and once they were done, they rushed off to change so that they could get ready for the award ceremony. That was when Coach Jeon approached you, reminding you that your own event was starting soon.Â
âReady?â he patted your shoulder, giving his best to offer any form of encouragement that seemed to not have successfully calmed you down entirely.Â
âNot really, but Iâll be okay,â
âJust remember what we always practised. Those months of hard work will not be in vain, you hear me? Go out there and prove to everyone that youâre Y/N L/N. The star swimmer of the national team.â
âY/N L/N, the star swimmer of the national teamâ. You never expected that the title which has been thrown around in headlines for years to finally become somewhat significant to you until this moment. You were in a designated staging room waiting for the award ceremony to end and at the same time, to get ready for yours. The small television screen in the corner of the wall was broadcasting the entirety of the ceremony, the commentatorsâ voices were drowned out by the chatters in the room, and your sole focus was on Sunghoon who stood behind the podium.Â
The moment his name was announced, he stepped onto the podium, accepting the silver medal that was hung around his neck. There was a small smile on his face as he waved to the crowds, a smile you knew very well whenever he wasnât fully satisfied with his own results. Apparently he hasnât changed much over the years when it comes to swimming.Â
âWeâre starting in five minutes!â
That reminder brought you back to your own reality that you had to face undoubtedly. The second the awards ceremony ended as fast as it had started, preparations for your event began and not long after that, the names of every competitor were announced in order. You walked out of the tunnel right as your name was called, the sound reverberated around the arena, the cheers that followed were loud enough to shake the ground of Paris. Youâve missed this feeling.
Standing before the pool with a large crowd was indeed nerve wracking after months of not competing and swimming in a pool with no spectators around. Even though you did swim with the crowd watching the day before for the preliminary round, you felt the difference at that moment knowing it was the finals. Everyone in that arena was placing their hopes on the athletes from their own countries, it was the same for you, but nothing could compare to how you and your competitors actually felt.
There was a buzz that signalled every one of you to take your places on the starting block. At that point, everything seems clearer to you. The water in the pool, the people in the crowd, your countryâs flag, all of them were the reason why you felt almost unbeatable, they gave you strength. The beeping sound of the countdown matched the rhythm of your heartbeat, ever so calmly and steady.Â
Just as it did for the finals prior to this one, the electronic beep sounded once more and you kicked off from your starting block, diving into the pool with nothing but the goal of finishing the eight laps in your mind. Time stood still, the only thing filling your vision was the bottom of the pool along with your competitors in your peripheral vision. You didnât know what was happening above the water or which place you were currently in, with every breath you inhaled, you wished time could stop for a second.Â
Every contact with the wall gave you a purpose to keep pushing forward. More than half of the eight laps were completed, all you needed was to push yourself further. It was hard being trapped with yourself and your own thoughts, the constant ideas of what would happen after this kept bugging you even as you swam. Time was, in fact, ticking. The eight laps were soon coming to an end. There was just one last lap from you and youâd be done.Â
The starting point seemed distant from your point of view. All you could wish for was your extended hand to quickly make contact with the wall. With every pump of your heart, you counted down to the moment youâve anticipated for. One, two, three âŚ
One slight graze of your finger against the wall marked the end of your lap. You grabbed onto the edge tightly, emerging to the surface of the water and inhaling a deep breath. Practically snatching your goggles off, your head snapped towards the direction of the leaderboard. Your name sat between the Australian and American swimmers.Â
Second place. 3 minutes and 58 seconds, only a second away from first place.
You shut your eyes for at least a few seconds, forcefully swallowing your disappointment down after as you congratulated your competitors. It was the first event out of the many you were competing in. You remained optimistic even as you answered questions from the reporters, though you wished they would cut down on the gold medal questions this early into the campaign.Â
On the way to the changing room, you spot a familiar face hanging around with your coach and several other of your teammates. The sight alone brought comfort to you and your heart, there was no chance of you resisting the urge to run up to them. Anton had already beaten you to it, being the first out of the group to spot you and practically shouting your name for the whole world to know.
âCongrats! You kept your spot in the 400m freestyle,â Anton wasted no time in giving you a one handed hug. The others followed too, giving you different variations of a hug.
âI wish I couldâve upgraded, you know?â
âItâs better than none, right? But I do know what you mean, and I believe youâve done your best,â Anton gave your shoulder a light squeeze, offering a warm smile.
âYou did good, Y/N. You were in great form today, but sometimes thereâll be people with better form. Donât let that get to you and focus on the next event, okay?â Coach Jeon patted you softly on your back, recognising the disappointment in your tone. âGo on and change up, the awards ceremony is soon. Letâs go and not bother Y/N first. Weâll see you later,â
Coach Jeon gave you one last pat on the back then left with the others trailing behind him, all of them cheering you on as they passed you. In the end, it was always your team whoâs your biggest support system. That has never changed over the years, and it would never change even for the future, you were very sure of that.Â
Amongst the group of your teammates who had already left, one happened to stay back and waited for the chance to speak to you alone. You didnât expect seeing this person would bring you more comfort after losing the lead. Not a hug or some encouraging words, his presence alone was what you needed in times like this, just the same as it was years ago.
âHey,â Sunghoon had his hands tucked into his pants, the silver medal was still hanging around his neck. You figured he had just finished taking pictures and was freshly done with the press conference. From the tiredness in his voice, you wished he had gone off to rest as well, but knowing him, he would rather see you first than do all that.
âHey,â you said back, letting him be the one to walk towards you and closing the gap. Pointing at the silver medal that he was sporting, you stared at him with a knowing smile. âYou better not beat yourself up over this,â you landed a firm punch to his shoulder, but unlike how he wouldâve usually reacted, he just accepted it with a grin growing on his lips, neither dodging or groaning from it. There was something so soft about his eyes that stared back at you, an unreadable mix of emotions that youâve never seen before reflected in his those brown irises.Â
âI wonât,â he chuckled, hands unknowingly reaching to touch his silver medal. âAfter all, this is only the beginning. Thereâll be a gold medal soon,â
âI need some of your confidence. Youâre always so certain about your goals and youâd end up achieving it,â you pointed out without a second thought, and you werenât exactly wrong either, earning an amused chuckle from him. âYou better let me wear the gold medal once you win it,â
âHey, didnât we have this conversation before? Weâre both winning the gold medal. Donât forget that,â he frowned at you, thick eyebrows knitting together and it only made you smile in endearment. âIâm not winning this without you. I want to achieve our dream together,â
âYouâre ridiculous,â you let out in disbelief, but from the look on Sunghoonâs face, you knew he was dead serious. Sunghoon was determined to achieve this goal with you no matter what, and he was going to succeed despite the circumstances. Just as youâve said, Sunghoon has always achieved his goals that he was certain of, this one was the same as the rest to him.
âYou said Iâm certain about my goals, so here I am. Iâm sure weâd win it. Together.âÂ
There was an overflowing amount of sureness in his conviction till the point where it had influenced you gradually. If there was one thing about Sunghoon, itâd be the fact that once heâs set his mind on something, heâd do anything to get it. You were just worried that mindset would wear him out in the long run if something didnât go his way.
âIâll hold you to it then,â
âHey Y/N! The ceremony is starting in five minutes! Go change up! Iâll see you out there,â the American swimmer who secured third place, Katie Ledecky, spotted you still unchanged and in your swimsuit.Â
âOhâalright! Thanks!â you waved at her, casting her an appreciative smile, and once she was out of sight, you turned back to Sunghoon, looking rather awkward at the sudden interruption. âI need to get goingââ
âRight. Iâm sorry for holding you up,â
âNo, itâs okay. Iâm ⌠really glad I got to see you before going out there. Iâm less nervous now,âÂ
âReally?â
âReally,â
A beat of silence filled the space between you right after. Internally, you were freaking out for admitting your thoughts so freely as youâve just done. What was Sunghoon going to think now that youâve said that? Would he interpret it as something else? What ifâ
âIâll get going now. See you after the ceremony,â
âSee you!â
There you went scurrying away from Sunghoon like a coward with your heart rate increasing, mentally cursing at yourself for your slip of a tongue. At any moment, you might as well confess your deeply hidden inner feelings to him. The gold medal, the pressure of winning and the expectations from everyone else could no longer amount to the stress of your true feelings towards Park Sunghoon.Â
Even as you stood on the podium with everyone watching, you couldnât bring yourself to take your mind off of Sunghoon. In the midst of the crowd, you could easily spot him together with your teammates. It was your moment, your victory, the few times you could call yourself a winner on a stage as big as this, but the only person you could think of was your best friend.Â
The same best friend that grew up watching movies at your house, sometimes staying up too late just because you couldn't stop talking and wishing the night would never end. He was your best friend who would tell you stories about how one day you'd both be competing at the Olympics, and he was the one who'd hold your hand whenever you felt overwhelmed no matter where you were.
You had always thought those weird feelings you'd have in your heart were common everytime he said something to you or whenever he held your hands. Never once you thought those nights you stayed up with him, lying on your bedroom floor, talking about your futures where you stared at him with something other than platonic love in your eyes was odd. You remembered the time he laughed so hard until his eyes turned crescent shaped, and that was when you felt your heart skipping a beat, not knowing this wasn't as common as it seemed.Â
It was not normal. None of those things were ever normal. All of them went flying over your head instead. In that moment, while the national anthem played in the background, you've come to finally realise you've always felt this way for Sunghoon since forever. Those years together were just you denying your feelings for him, avoiding the fear of ruining your friendship. Up until now, you still had that underlying fear especially with the fall out that happened. But your heart was screaming louder at you, clouding the fear and pushing you towards him.
With the applause and camera flashes going off, you forced a smile, the grip on the flowers and your medal tightened, because it finally dawned on you, the undeniable truth that you've suppressed for almost your life was emerging.Â
You're in love with Park Sunghoon.
Nothing has been the same for you ever since coming to terms with the realisation that you romantically loved Sunghoon.
Your friends could tell you were acting a little off that day when you won your first medal, barely able to swallow down your food during dinner as you talked about Sunghoon. Even though you initially shrugged it off by saying it was just jet lag, it didnât take long before you cracked and confessed the actual truth to your friends. Did they see it coming beforehand? Absolutely. Were they helpful? Not so. âJust tell himâ, âI think he feels the sameâ were the inputs from your friends that seemed to have made your head a mess.
Youâve always been brave. There were times where you had to face challenges thrown at you from every direction and somehow you managed to deal with them. For instance, you got through your injuries with courage and determination, nobody doubted that fact. But when it came to your feelings, bravery and determination was practically nonexistent, only quiet longing and pining existed.
âYou better not beat yourself up over this,â the familiar words coming from Sunghoon who appeared beside you almost made you jump in surprise.Â
Another silver medal won, another close chance to get gold, merely missing by a small margin. You wished to be as optimistic as you were at the beginning, but the disappointment seemed to have built up gradually. The reminder from Sunghoon made you smile upon realising that he had just repeated what you said to him before, it was a genuine smile unlike the one that you put on the podium.Â
âIâll try not to,â you removed the medal from your neck, clutching onto it in your hand. âAfter all, you did say a gold medal is coming soon, didnât you?â
âI did. Donât you remember weâre having the mixed medley relay in less than an hour?â
âRight. Our first event together,â your grip on your medal tightened unconsciously, the sudden awareness of your feelings towards him was causing your brain to haywire. Why now? âWe havenât competed together since we were fifteen,â
âI donât think they saw Iâm promising in mixed and men's medley,â he chuckled, shaking his head as he recalled the day he was announced to be replaced in the line up. âHow ironic it is that Iâm back to square one,â
âMust be fate, isnât it? The domino effect that led us here,â you marvelled at the fact that your reconciliation with Sunghoon happened at the cost of Yeonjunâs demise. Sunghoon seemed to have caught onto the gist of the meaning behind your words, shaking his head and laughing quietly.Â
âI hope Yeonjunâs doing fine,â
âHe is. Heâs just bummed that he had to miss the Olympics. Iâm surprised at how nonchalant he is about it though,âÂ
âMaybe, maybe not. Youâd never know. Anyway, I think we should get going, we need to get ready with the rest,â he gave your back a light pat, nodding his head over to where your coach and teammates stood, signalling for you to go there together. In less than thirty minutes, youâd be swimming in the mixed medley relay, not knowing what the outcome would be like against the other powerful teams, especially with Sunghoon as a replacement, it was impossible to predict anything.Â
âWhat do you think might happen?â You couldnât help wondering aloud as you and Sunghoon made your way, occasionally stealing glances at the pool where the current event was taking place. Â
âItâs hard to say. Iâve never done this before and making it to the finals was already a miracle for someone who has little experience like me. I just hope this will be the moment,â he had a small pensive frown, eyebrows furrowed as if he was fighting with his thoughts internally. You instantly knew what he meant by âthe momentâ, the silver medal in your hand somehow becoming heavier at the longing for your shared desire of winning the gold medal.
Despite the tense atmosphere with the pressure to win the gold medal, you managed to let out a genuine, carefree laugh, looping your arm around Sunghoonâs in the heat of the moment. Unbeknownst to you, he tensed for a second and his eyes were flickering in panic at your touch. You turned to look at him, a wide, infectious grin plastered on your face, reminding Sunghoon of many moments you shared with him in the past, feeling a sudden surge of deja vu but also an unfamiliar sensation gripping at his chest.Â
âWith us together, Iâm sure weâd be the protagonists of the world, like always.â
Walking out of the tunnel with you and your teammates names being announced to the whole arena to hear was a surreal moment. You had ignored the way your heart raced from the simplest action of holding Sunghoonâs hand for a split second when all of you raised your interlocked hands in greeting to the fans. It was torture to pretend you were completely normal even when Sunghoon casted you a smile right after you dropped your hands. It was almost as if he knew and was mocking you.
âAlright guys,â Anton started, taking the chance while all you were huddled together removing your tracksuits. âAfter our months of training together and from the results recorded each time, Iâm sure weâll be able to face this and get a medal home. Donât think much, weâre going to win this,â
Anton, being the groupâs hype man for every competition, didnât fail to restore the heavy atmosphere yet again. The rest of you smiled at his encouraging words that were filled with confidence, making quiet cheers and taking turns to give him a grateful pat in the back. There were some wishes of good luck and last encouragements shared around the group before Anton took his position on the starting block, being the first to begin for the backstroke leg in the relay.Â
The electronic buzz was no stranger to any of you by then. At the sound of it, every swimmer dived into the pool, swimming faced up with their arms moving in a windmill-like fashion. You could tell Yujin and Sunghoon were both holding their breaths, watching Anton and the two other swimmers fighting for the lead. Hell, you were too, wishing you could choose to close your eyes instead.
Before you knew it, Sunghoon was already making his way to the starting block to get in position. The time was ticking, you knew it was selfish but you couldnât help yourself from grasping onto his hand, stopping him in his steps, catching him off guard like a deer in headlights. âGood luck,â it was nothing much, a simple expression just like any other, yet you couldnât explain the reason why you had to tell it to him personally.
It wasnât obvious, but from the looks of his expressions softening, melting into a relieved smile as if a huge boulder had been taken off his shoulders, Sunghoon seemed to have needed to hear it from you just as much as you needed to tell it to him. âThank you. Really.â
You let go of his hand, watching as he took his position the same way as he had always done in practices. There was a sense of calmness around him. He fixed his swim cap once, pulling on his goggles after, strictly in a particular order that he followed since the start of his career. His small habits and the superstitions he believed in never changed even after all those years. Â
The moment Anton was nearing, Sunghoon dived into the pool. Your head snapped to the leaderboard displayed on the big screen, heart nearly stopping at the sight of the team being in first place at that moment. Yujin followed your sight, letting out a breath of disbelief. You turned to meet her eyes, exchanging a knowing look and placed your arms around the other. Nothing could compare to the anxiety you were feeling as the person who was going last.
Yujin was the next to dive into the pool after Sunghoon reached the starting point. He climbed out, absolutely drenched and breathing heavily from the swim. Anton went up to him and gave him a wordless squeeze to the shoulder, letting Sunghoon catch his breath first while they watched the scene unfolding before them.Â
Soon, it was your cue to get in position on the starting block. Anton patted your shoulder, saying a haste âgood luckâ once more as you made your way there. Sunghoon was quiet, he knew you more than anyone would, and in that exact second, he understood that you didnât need another word of encouragement. Instead, he held onto your hand, squeezing it tightly, keeping his eyes locked with yours as he nodded his head, a slight smile on his lips. That was truly all you needed from him.
The feeling when you pulled your goggles over your head, eyes facing straight on the water was simply unexplainable, complex even. It was the same as it had been for days, months, years, but this time, in this exact instant, why did everything feel different? Was it because of the lead and the pressure to uphold it as the person in the last leg? You shook away every one of those intrusive thoughts, focusing on Yujin getting closer.Â
Just as she got close enough, you knew it was your cue to dive into the pool, letting the water engulf you whole as you kicked your legs, propelling yourself upward to the surface. Your hands and legs were working in tandem, going over the limit to execute your best movement. Every intake of air was scarce, filling your lungs with the right amount as you turned your head each time.Â
Before you knew it, you had already reached one point, executing a swift flip turn, then you were swimming towards the starting point, towards the end of the relay. You had no idea what was happening above the water, whether or not you were still maintaining the lead, all you could was empty your mind and swim despite the tiredness wearing you down after having to compete in another event earlier on. You finally understood the struggles of having two finals in a day that your teammates would constantly complain about at that moment.Â
You didnât dare to move your head a single inch, maintaining the perfect position as you swam even though you were curious how far you were from the other end of the wall. Time was slow when you were the one swimming, the concept of everything happening around you was unknown to you. Your heart dropped to your stomach the second you felt your finger lightly brush against the wall, instantly gripping onto the edge with overwhelming suspense to know what the results were. You were holding your breath as you resurfaced, ears muffled for a split second before you were swarmed with your teammates who all crouched by you, barely having the chance to spare a glance at the leaderboard.
âWe won! We fucking won!â Yujin shouted, barely containing her emotions as tears started streaming down her face, swim cap gripped tightly in her hands.Â
âWe did it. Oh my God,â Anton exclaimed, letting his own emotions overwhelm him as he buried his face into his hands, not budging when Yujin wrapped her arms around him.
Sunghoon reached his hand out to you, his eyes were rimmed with a soft crimson hue, the redness highlighting the raw vulnerability within that he tried so hard to mask. The lashes glistened with unshed tears, and the whites of his eyes seemed to shimmer, revealing the depth of his unspoken feelings. Each blink threatened to spill over, this moment was what you and him have been waiting for. âWe finally did it. We made it.â
You accepted his hand, allowing him to help you out of the water, but before he could fully stand straight, you had already pounced on him, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him into a hug. Sunghoon melted into your touch, holding you close to him with his arms around you with no space left for you to move. The leaderboard was turning blurry in your vision that was gradually filling with tears, your grip on him tightening and your head leaned onto his shoulder, tears mixing with the pool water on his skin.Â
He pulled away for a moment, hands still holding onto you, never wanting to let go for just a split second. There was nothing said, yet you could feel every emotion he was trying to convey through his eyes. Those shaking hands of his travelled from your waist to your face, cradling it in them, the softness of his palm pressed against your skin. It was fast, him leaning in to press a kiss that lasted longer than a second, the aftermath of it being you and him staring at each other with a mixed reaction of surprise and softness. Before you could say anything, he pulled you back into a hug, wrapping his arms around you tighter than ever.Â
The cheers around you were drowned out, the presence of the other swimmers were long forgotten, all you could think of was you and Sunghoon only. As you held onto each other as if there was no tomorrow, you never knew how impactful this win was to you and him. If either of you had won your first gold medal in your individual events, everything wouldâve turned out differently. But with this shared win, the long awaited gold medal win that you and him swore to achieve together, your dreams had come true, and it was done side by side.Â
Standing on the podium next to your teammates and most importantly, the person that youâve been through thick and thin with, receiving the gold medal that hung around your neck perfectly, you wondered if it was all a daydream. You reached for Sunghoonâs hand, slipping yours into his that he instinctively accepted, glancing at you with the widest smile in his face that was immediately burned into your brain, an image that was impossible to recreate. It was real, everything was real. The win, the feeling of victory, your unwavering feelings for the man that was holding onto your hand tightly, all of those were equally real.Â
âWhat should we do to celebrate?â Anton had his eyes glued on his gold medal the rest of the day, unable to store it away for just a second. Every one of you thought he mightâve already developed an attachment to it.
âSleep, rest. We still have our last day tomorrow,â Yujin let out a massive yawn, muscles worn out for the time being to even be able to muster any leftover energy. Unfortunately, you had no choice but to agree with her, the only one who seemed to have enough energy to celebrate was Anton.
âRight, the men and womenâs medley relay finals,â Anton murmured, his enthusiasm for a celebration was crushed after realising he still had one more event to go before being able to celebrate fully. âReady for another round, Sunghoon?â
Sunghoon, who only looked rather dreadful at the mention of their next and last event, showed a frown as a response, thinking about the possibilities that would emerge from the big event. âIâm scared. China and the US ⌠Franceââ
Anton, carefree as always, slapped Sunghoon in the back. âDonât be pessimistic, weâll be fine. Isnât that true, Y/N?â
You averted your attention away from the screen of your phone, looking up and unknowingly meeting Sunghoonâs eyes almost at once. It was unexpected, the intensity of his stare was all you needed to know that he had been stealing glances at you before this. The suddenness of it made you fluster for a second, nearly forgetting what Anton had just said. âYâyeah, you guys will be fine. The team medalled at the world championships anyway,â
âYou hear that? Donât worry about tomorrow. Letâs bask in the glory!â Anton threw his arms around Sunghoon, successfully stealing his attention and giving you a chance to look away, calming your heart that was beating out of control.Â
Taking down one challenge at a time for your forte. With a gold medal secured, youâve succeeded at the main task at hand. Now that your biggest obstacle was gone, there came another tumbling towards you: Park Sunghoon. You swore to yourself youâd get a gold medal first before dealing with that, and since youâve always been someone who stuck to your words, it seemed to have come to haunt you instead.
Mission âtell Sunghoon how you feelâ was about to be tougher and scarier, probably a much higher chance of a heartbreak than any competitions youâd have ever participated in.Â
Who wouldâve known that the Olympics had ended as fast as it started. One day you were just arriving at the village and the next thing you knew, youâre in the airport waiting for your flight home. Four medals won, a friendship mended, many unforgettable memories made, all of which happened in the course of a few months leading up to the Olympics and also the weeks that you spent in Paris.
âWhatâs in your mind?â Sunghoon crept up to the empty seat next to you in the lounge as everyone waited to board the flight. You turned your head to the direction of his voice, your body instantaneously reacting to him before your mind could fully process his presence.Â
âIâm just thinking about how quick this whole Olympics passed by,â you leaned your back onto the seat, Sunghoon following your action without removing his gaze on you.Â
âIsnât it crazy how training started a few months ago?â Sunghoon chuckled at the thought of his first day in a new team that totally freaked him out. That entire nonchalant persona he put on was a complete facade, though he would never admit it aloud. âAnd now youâre going home with four medals,â
âSays the man who has five,â you nudged his shoulder with yours in a lighthearted manner, exchanging a brief smile with him. âItâs weird how six years of us not talking feels like it never happened before, like it was some kind of blip in the matrix. Iâm glad weâre able to patch things up and go back to the way it was,â
âMe too. I missed this. I missed us,â it was odd, the way Sunghoon looked at you with emotions that youâd never seen, the vulnerability breaking through his voice, everything felt intimate, too intimate for just a simple conversation in the middle of an airport with everyone around. He took your hand and placed it in his, soft eyes crinkled in the corners with a gentle smile that he always had around you. âOnce weâre back home, how about you and I take a short trip to our hometown again? Just the both of us like the last time,â
Staring at him, you were quite stunned, blinking feverishly, and at the same time, the feelings that you tried to shake off so many times were returning at that exact second. âIâd love to. We can grab our favourite lunch set like always,âÂ
Sunghoon snorted, but he was nodding along despite the amusement. âYouâre right. We didnât get that when we were there that day,â
âI forgot! Plus, we had lunch with our family, Iâm sure the overdue reminiscing can wait for a little longer,â
âThat is why weâre going to go back for a week or more, do the things we always did and visit the places we went when we were kids,â Sunghoon snapped his fingers, staring at you with sparkling eyes. You could tell he really did miss home and his hometown with you in it. âDo you remember the secret hideout we had? The one in the park?â
âYou mean the swing?â you smiled at the mention of your shared memories, remembering bits and pieces of it that has yet to be brought up until then.
âYes, our swing,â Sunghoon enunciated the word âourâ, a cheeky grin plastered on his lips that told you he was about to say something abysmal. âI really want to go back to that spot with you. Do you still remember that one time you dragged me there at night sobbing because the coach said youâre off by two seconds?â
âOh my God, shut up,â you landed a hit on Sunghoonâs shoulder, the latter continued to laugh at the fond memory, ignoring your eye roll. His laughter and his smile that reached all the way up to his eyes made you feel fuzzy inside, the picture of it was eternally imprinted onto your mind. âI was such an overachiever,â
âYou still are,â he managed to say in between laughters, gradually settling down and unbeknownst to you, his shoulder was pressed against yours, the gap between you and him were becoming nonexistent. âThat is why youâre an Olympic champion,â
You shook your head, waving your hand at him. âPlease, donât flatter me and my ego,â
âItâs true! You really are amazing, you know that?â Sunghoon exclaimed, not a single trace of dishonesty was found in his words, his expressions showing genuinity. If he was able to read minds, he wouldâve heard your mind yelling at you right after that. You were short circuiting, unable to generate a response. âIn my whole life of knowing you, youâre truly one of the best, both in terms of swimming and simply as a person. Youâre smart, kind, talented aâand everything. Frankly, youâre my favourite person,âÂ
Are you in love with me? Because Iâm in love with you too. You wanted to spill that out of your mouth, vomit your inner thoughts and feelings that you held in for so long, wishing you could make it clear to him how you actually feel and stop yourself from continuously confusing everything. What did he mean by all of that? Was it a casual compliment? To you, none of that was casual and normal. What kind of signals was he trying to give?Â
âThank you,â you were breathless, simply because you were barely breathing and you had been holding your breath in ever since the start of his rant. âYâyouâre amazing too, really. Nobody could ever amount to you ⌠youâre my one and only,â was this a suitable time and place to confess your undying love for him, your childhood best friend that you had feelings for? In this airport filled with athletes, being in the city of love, with the clock ticking down to 11:11, you were about to do the unthinkable that youâve been overthinking for countless nights. âI have something to say, actually. Sunghoon, I actually am inââ
âGuys! Time to gather and board!â
F.M.L.
âWhat is it?â Sunghoon stared at you expectantly, eyebrows raised in suspense with a slight frown at the sudden interruption. You, on the other hand, were left with your mouth agape, confession cut short and the perfect timing that you deduced ended up being in vain. There was no way that this was reality. âY/N?â
âIâIâll tell you another day. We have to board,â you gripped onto the strap of your backpack tight enough to drain the blood from your knuckles. The disappointment was on par with the times you lost your lead.Â
âIs it something important?â
âWell, sort of? I guess it is,â
âThen you better remember to tell me when youâre ready, okay?â he wagged his finger at you, smiling softly as if he had noticed the drop in your face and was trying to assure you somehow.
âI will. Letâs get going now.â you patted his back, nodding over at the counter where the athletes were getting their tickets scanned and managing to divert his attention away.Â
âIâm in love with youâ. Itâs simple and straightforward, thereâs nothing hard about it for you to say, but why couldnât you tell him that? Even when you tried to do so, it ended up being in a pile of mess, leaving you dejected in the end.Â
Since when has loving your best friend become so hard? Youâve been doing it for the majority of your life, the only difference was that you were aware that itâs romantic now, so whatâs stopping you? Time? Or was it yourself? Maybe it's the fear of vulnerability that feels so heavy. Every shared laugh, every secret whispered in the dark, suddenly carries the weight of possibility. What if these feelings are too big to fit within the bounds of friendship? And yet, isn't love, in all its forms, worth the risk? Â
You were scared, scared of losing the person you just got back and also the possibility of loving someone who knew your strengths and weaknesses too well.
âYou never told me he tried to hit on you while we were there,â
It was the third day of your one week trip back to your hometown with Sunghoon. After the last two days of being stuck with your own families and having to entertain relatives who were too inquisitive, you and him finally got the chance to hang out together without any prying eyes. Getting out of the city once you were done with your public appearances was the perfect plan, it didnât take Sunghoon long before sending you a text telling you to pack your bags. If only he knew how relieved you felt seeing him pull up to your house like prince charming coming to save the day.
Sunghoon wasnât kidding when he mentioned about revisiting your secret hideout. It was right after dinner, the sun had set and the wind was cooler, Sunghoonâs jacket was wrapped around your body despite his constant nagging.  The night sky was littered with constellations of stars above you and Sunghoon, the two of you were sitting on the swings, the park was mostly empty except for a few lingering figures. Â
âI didnât think itâs important,â you muttered, holding onto the swing that youâve sat on ever since you were only a kid, specifically the right swing while Sunghoon occupied the left.Â
âIt is! Itâs literally Thomas Ceccon. Heâs Italian, tall and hotâŚâ Sunghoon trailed off at the sight of you staring at him with an expression of deadpan, clearly unimpressed.
âSounds like youâre the one with the crush instead,â
Sunghoon pressed his lips into a thin line, sighing out a rather loud and big breath. âWhatever. What Iâm trying to say is ⌠itâs just frustrating, okay? I mean, Iâve heard some things about him before that tells me he isnât the best person. Itâs like he thinks he has a chance or something. You donât even need that kind of attention. Youâre way too good for him,â he shifted his gaze, unable to look at you head-on.Â
You searched for his wandering eyes, the shock you experienced from his words and the harshness in his tone that you would seldom hear gave you a slight whiplash. Was he âŚ? Could it be? Jealousy? There was no way, or so you thought whenever you tried to convince yourself that your feelings were one-sided. The small hope burning internally sparked brighter, though the fear of letting yourself down if the truth turned out to be the opposite of what you wanted lingered. âYou worry too much. I donât think about him that way. I ⌠have someone else in mind anyway,â
âYou do?â his spine straightened immediately, head almost getting snapped from his neck at how quick he turned towards you, eyebrows raised so high they were almost touching his hairline.Â
You nodded, strangely calm and collected, unlike the usual jitters that youâd experienced around him whenever youâre close to revealing the truth. âSomeone who gets me, who knows how to make me laugh. Someone who sees me for who I really am,â you paused, your gaze steady. âBut I guess heâs just too oblivious to notice,â
Silence was what followed after, the suspenseful tension turning thicker by the minute. You watched his expressions being scrunched up in deep thought then changing into a mix of confusion that eventually morphed into realisation where he might begin to piece the little things together. âWhatânoâare you ⌠trying to sayââ
âForget it,â you blurted out, standing up from the swing, feeling your heart burning from your own fear and avoidant. You were close, so agonisingly close and yet, you couldnât bring yourself to face the possibilities of the aftermath. It was always you who chose to break your heart first.  Â
âNo, tell me,â Sunghoon got a hold of your wrist before you could get the chance to walk away, following you suit to stand and facing you straight, never once breaking his gaze that was locked onto yours. You were startled from the grip he had on you, the intensity he had in his eyes felt almost palpable, as if he were searching for the words that had lodged themselves in his throat. âTell me, am I the oblivious one? Is that what you think? Because Iâve been feeling like Iâm walking on eggshells around you, afraid to say what I really want. If youâre hinting at something, just say it. I canât keep pretending I donât care or be completely sane when I see some sleazy swimmer trying to approach you, it drives me crazy,âÂ
The heat of his gaze burned through the air between you and him, a mixture of vulnerability and determination that made it hard to look away. Every emotion he felt flickered across his featuresâfear, longing, and an urgent need for you to understand. It was as if, in that moment, the world around you and him faded, leaving only the raw connection pulsing in the space between your breaths.
âPlease, just tell me,â he urged, his voice low and urgent after seeing your silence. âI need to know if Iâm the one youâre talking about or if Iâve been chasing shadows all this time. Because if thereâs even a chance you mean me, then I canât just let this go,â He stepped closer, vulnerability etched on his face. âIâve been scared to say anything, afraid of ruining what we have. But I canât keep pretending I donât feel something more. So, just⌠say it. Please.â
âDo you really want to know?â you took a breath, your heart racing, knowing you were putting whatever it was about your friendship on the line. âBecause if I say it, things might change between us. Youâre my best friend ⌠and I just canât lose you like this,â
Sunghoon ran a hand through his hair, evidently frustrated but trying his best to understand your fears. He could see right through you, you and him were alike in many ways, it didnât take long for him to realise you were scared of losing him again, because to him, that was his fear too. âGod, I hate that word,â
ââLoseâ?â
ââFriendâ,â Sunghoon practically spat out, the word alone was laced with distaste, his chest heaving. He took a step closer, his legs were feeling heavy, the weight pressing onto his chest was becoming apparent. You didnât budge even when his hands travelled to your face, palms rested on both sides of your cheeks. âCanât you see? Iâve laid my heart out for you,â
âThen letâs stop pretending,â you said, your voice was quiet but steady despite the storm in your heart. âItâs you, Sunghoon. Itâs always been you. Iâve tried to ignore it, to push it aside because I didnât want to risk what we have. But every time Iâm with you, itâs like nothing else matters. Iâm scared tooâterrified of losing you, but I canât hide my feelings anymore. You mean so much more to me than just a friend,â you poured out every single undying confession that you had hid as if your life depended on it, desperation and pining was overwhelming you as time passed. âIâm in love with you, Sunghoon, and for as long as I can remember, Iâve always loved you,âÂ
Sunghoonâs eyes widened, a mixture of surprise and something deeper shimmering in his gaze, he froze for a moment, his breath hitching as your words sank in. A rush of emotions flickered across his faceâshock, disbelief, and then a dawning realisation that made his heart race. He searched your eyes, looking for confirmation, as if needing to ensure that this wasnât some beautiful dream. A smile broke through the haze of confusion, a mix of relief and joy. âIâm glad ⌠because Iâve never once stopped loving you either,â
For a heartbeat, the world around you and him seemed to pause, your confession hanging in the air like a delicate thread connecting your hearts. Then, as if pulled by an invisible force, he closed the distance between the two of you even further, his hand remained gently cradling your face.
He leaned in, his breath warm against your lips. You felt your pulse quicken, anticipation and fear intertwining as you still couldnât believe this was actually happening. With a softness that took your breath away, he pressed his lips to yours. It was a tentative kiss at first, filled with all the unspoken words you and him both had held back for too long. But as you melted into each other, the kiss deepened, growing more urgent, more passionate, as if you and him were finally allowing yourselves to feel everything you had been denying.
In that moment, the weight of your fears and the uncertainty of the past faded away, leaving only the electric connection between you and Sunghoon, igniting a fire that had always been there, waiting for this moment to finally ignite.
It was unmistakable, the feeling of his smile against your lips, the same smile that you had kept in your mind ever since you were merely kids. Your best friend, your lover, was undeniably your soulmate, the boy who youâve loved since you were merely a kid had returned to your life as if it was fated for it to happen.Â
The smile was still present on his face even after he pulled away, the look in his eyes was enough to convey every emotion that he had. Foreheads resting against each other, breathless and overwhelmed by the intensity of what had just happened, Sunghoonâs eyes searched yours, a mix of wonder and disbelief lingering in the air between the both of you. He looked at you with such love, adoration and admiration as if you were his world, unaware how full his heart truly was.Â
âYou know, that day at the airport, remember the important thing I wanted to tell you?â you were the first to break the silence, hands resting on each of his shoulders, mainly for support knowing your knees were getting weaker as you continued to process what had just happened.Â
âI do,â
âI actually wanted to confess to you about how I feel,â
âReally? In the middle of the airport? L/N, you never fail to amuse me,â Sunghoon chuckled, his thumb caressing the expanse of your cheek. Another choke of laughter was pulled out from him when you attempted to land a punch on him.
âHey! I thought it was a good setting, the vibes were telling me so,â
His smile only widened, there was a sense of softness that he had in his eyes whenever he was around you, this was one of those instances. âI think I wouldnât have made it onto that flight if you pulled that on me. We wouldâve never made it home,â
âYouâre right. It really wouldâve been quite disastrous, wouldnât it? I never thought about the entire outcome,â
âI wouldnât complain spending a longer time in Paris with you,â he removed his forehead from yours, his features becoming much clearer under the glow of the streetlight. His expression softened, a seriousness returning as he took your hands in his. âThis feels right. Weâve been more than just friends for a while now, havenât we? â
âYeah,â you replied, your heart swelling with hope as you recalled every little, detailed moment with Sunghoon that made you rethink your life choices. âIt really does, â
A moment of silence hung between you and him, filled with the promise of something new and exciting. âSo⌠what do we do now?â you asked, a playful grin on your lips, eager to explore this new chapter together as you always did with him for most parts of your life.
He chuckled, his thumb brushing over your hand. âWell, I guess we figure it out together. No more hiding, right?â
âRight.â you agreed, your smile widening as you stepped into the unknown, hand in hand, ready to embrace whatever came next.Â
Under that night sky which you and Sunghoon had shared and walked under all your life, the two of you spent the rest of your time in that park in each othersâ presence, the air around had changed undoubtedly, but you and him were still the same, there was nothing that could possibly change when it came to the two of you.Â
The stars were shining brighter than usual, the moon was round and illuminated, the endless possibilities were now unfolding before you. With every shared laugh and whispered secret, the world around you felt alive, filled with promise and the magic of new beginnings. As you walked side by side, fingers intertwined, it was clear that this moment was just the beginning of a new path youâd be taking with him.
Under that vast expanse, you realised that no matter what challenges lay ahead, you had each otherâtwo hearts that had always been drawn together. In the quiet of the night, surrounded by the glow of the universe, you felt a warmth blooming between you, a certainty that whatever the future held, you would face it together, side by side.
Two months.Â
That was how long it had been since that night you and Sunghoon got together officially, ending the lengthy and obvious tension that existed way before you and him became friends again. Since then, many things have changed and happened. Sunghoon had returned to train under his original coach, the teamâs success was celebrated by the nation from the point youâve returned from the Olympics and praise has yet to stop in the tabloid with the additional excitement for the swimming world cup. Not only that, you revealed your relationship with Sunghoon to friends and family, receiving exciting screams and some âI knew itâ that you shouldâve known was coming. Everything was finally perfectly in place.Â
Fast forward to the present day, you couldnât believe you were actually standing on top of the world. It was the last day of the final stop of the world cup, the aggregate points from all three separate stops were counted to determine the top three male and female swimmers. Safe to say, ever since the Olympics, your drive for success only came out stronger. It was your determination and headstrong personality that drove you past your limits to emerge as the champion of the world cup.Â
Walking out to the stage and accepting the medal was a surreal experience, you wished someone was there to pinch you and remind you none of it was a dream. Never once in the course of the past weeks have you expected yourself to come out in first place with the highest points. Here you were, standing on stage with your fellow swimmers, facing the fans and giving your speeches, proving yet again that you were indeed the ânational treasureâ.
At the thought of that name, your attention averted towards the stands, scanning through everyone to find the person that youâve been wishing to see most. Instead, a big sign that read âMY GFâS A WORLD CHAMPIONâ caught your eyes, the person that was holding onto it peeked out from behind the sign, revealing his true identity, bringing an amused smile onto your face. Park Sunghoon, your boyfriend who has forfeited the last stop for the sake of his health, had never once missed a single event that you were in. You dared to say that he was your biggest supporter, not only for this instance, but for the majority of your life.
As your eyes locked onto Sunghoonâs, the noise of the crowd faded into a soft hum, leaving only the warmth of his smile and the fluttering in your heart. You didnât need him close to feel his warmth, you could tell from the pride and affection hidden in his eyes that you were about to get the biggest hug when he got his hands on you. You raised a hand, waving enthusiastically, and he responded with a playful flourish of the sign, drawing laughter from those around him.Â
In that moment, everything felt right. The adrenaline from your win mixed with the comfort of his unwavering support, filling you with utmost comfort that you needed all along, making every sore limb and painful nights worth it. Even if you were out there alone, you knew, in the midst of every crowd, there always would be someone present, cheering for you no matter what the circumstances were.
That person would be Sunghoon. The man who you would call your best friend, your confidant, but also your lover. It mightâve taken a while to struggle past your differences and misunderstandings, yet, you managed against the tides washing over you and him, building a bond that surpassed everything. Not only was there trust and admiration, but an unmeasurable kind of love was formed. It would be eternal, an everlasting love that couldnât be washed away, leaving you and him together for as long as you lived.
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sunghoon pouts when he's jealous.
featuring â rich boy! sunghoon x fem reader
contents â light kissing, jealous sunghoon ( 1061 )
notes â brought the heat back is making me want to write jealous fics for every single member i can't do this. anyway RICH BOY HOON WLCM BACK!!!!
âyouâre pouting,â you say, reaching out to grab his hand but he slides it out of yours ever so swiftly.Â
âiâm not pouting,â sunghoon mumbles, not even caring to look at you as he makes long strides to a secluded corner, away from the chatter of the charity event his parents dragged him to along with themselves.Â
âyouâre not good at lying,â you snort, following him wherever heâs going. he gives you a little run for himself when heâs like thisâ literally, because you keep increasing your pace, having a hard time keeping up with him. and when you finally do, hands around his wrist to stop him. âcâmon hoon, you donât have to be jealous,â
âjealous?â he huffs, jerking his hand out of your grip as if youâve insulted him, the words bruising his ego. âyouâre saying i am jealous? what makes you say that?â
âitâs written all over your face,â you reply with a sigh, eyes glazing over his expression and the very obvious pout that he keeps denying is there. you simply stare at him for a few seconds before shaking your head and reaching out to cup his face. âyouâre jealous and youâre pouting. itâs the most adorable thing in the world,â
and sunghoon would be lying if he said those words didnât give him butterflies, especially with the way your hands are on his cheeks, squishing them a little to make his lips jut further in a pout.Â
âyou donât know what youâre saying,â he huffs in mock offence, eyes looking away from your face as if he does not like this, albeit having no attempt at pushing you away.Â
you know heâs just being dramatic, fists clenched on his sides even though you know his hands are itching to wrap themselves around your waist and pull you closer. itâs cute, even though you donât particularly enjoy seeing him upset and itâs obvious that he can sense how much fun youâre having, which makes him pout even more.
âis this about jongseong?âÂ
âjongseong?â his eyes narrow at your face, the said name ringing in his head again and again as he takes your hands and pulls them away from his face, although still holding him ever so gently, contrary to the look in his eyes. âyouâre on a first name basis with him?â
âweâre friends,â you giggle at the way his eyes squint further at your wordsâ and he couldnât be more obvious with that pout on his lips. âi donât attend these events often so dad wants me to socialise,â
âyouâre socialising with the enemy,â sunghoon glares at you, prompting out a chuckle from you at his words. he frowns at your reaction, making you laugh even more.
âyou hate him, i donât,â
âboyfriendâs enemy is your enemy too. thatâs the couple code,â he states bitterly, fingers slowly interlacing themselves with yours. his brows are furrowed in irritation, lips still in a never ending poutâ you think you love this version of sunghoon more.
sunghoon doesnât pout.
as he claims, most of the time, even though you know itâs not really true. he pouts when you donât give him attention, or when he calls you in disappointment to cancel the dates because his dad wants him to assist him with work and election campaignsâ you can hear that pout through the phone when he speaks. sometimes, when your phone rings up between your lazy make out sessions, he pouts again, and you have to make sure your eyes are on him as your fingers trace over his lips and cheeks while youâre trying to get over that call as soon as possible.Â
even now, when you two are silent and heâs looking down, fiddling with your fingers, you notice how his lips switch between a pout and an irritated scowl, the way he huffs at how absurd it all seems to him. and sunghoon is not a very jealous manâ well, not until now. youâre used to him brushing it off when you tell him about some guy trying to get your number. âwell you turned him down and youâre here in my arms so i donât careââ the usual response.Â
although, you know about the rivalry between him and jongseongâ jay, as sunghoon would like you to address the other guyâ nothing couldâve made you assume that your dear boyfriend would be jealous over just a ten minutes conversation with him. you didnât want to make him jealous, but that doesnât mean youâre not enjoying this little exchange.Â
âno more talking to jay. heâs the worst,â he mumbles, looking up at you with the exhibition of his bruised pride in his eyes. âand no more calling him jongseong too,â
âweâre friends, hoon,â
âhe was interested in you,â he insists and words get stuck in your throat. itâs not a secret that jay had tried asking you out several times. thereâs no doubt he wasâ or is still interested in you, if thereâs any chance. you wouldnât want to make sunghoon upset over that either way.
âvalid,â you nod, agreeing with him to console his shattered ego, although trying to come to a conclusion in the middle. âokay, no more talking to jay when youâre not around,â
âgood,â sunghoon wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you closer before pressing his lips against your cheeks. âhe sucks anyway,â
âtrue, i donât like his attitude,â you nod in an attempt to humour him.
and heâs not exactly convinced, since you and jay have been friends ever since you changed majors last year. he doesnât ponder over that much, pouring all his attention on you and peppering your face with tender pecks.Â
âand heâs not cute like me either when he pouts,â he pulls back after capturing your lips in a chaste kiss and puts his forehead against yours. you know you two should be getting back to the event, knowing your absence will not go unnoticed by either of your parents, but sunghoon has been through a lot todayâ as he will say it laterâ and so you decide to hold him in your arms a little longer.
âof course not,â you say with a kiss on the top of his head when he nuzzles his face in the crook of your neck. his continues to draw soft circles on your waist through your dress, something that makes you hug him tighter. âyouâre the cutest,â
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sweet creature ~ s.r.
âWherever I go, you bring me homeâ
Summary: Spencer calls you when heâs missing home.
Warnings: pregnant!reader x husband!spencer, reader is in her second pregnancy and they already have a 3 y/o daughter, spencer is, again, a huge softie, calls you sweetheart, he's called away on an urgent case and misses you, reader is almost in third trimester, they fall asleep on the phone, cuties, inspired by sweet creature by harry styles, fluff and comfort
Category: Fluff x Comfort
Word count: 1.1k
Author's note: Spencer Reid deserved to get married and have children but he has to be a girl dad and I don't make the rules. I just know he would be the most sweet, caring and loving husband/dad in the world. Anyways I kind of had to do something to this song because I saw it live (Wembley N4 Iâll miss you forever). Enjoy!!
You were exhausted, both emotionally and physically. Being 7 and a half months pregnant and taking care of your 3 year old daughter alone had never been part of the plan. In fact, Spencer was supposed to be working either in office or from home during the later stages of your pregnancy, but a serious case meant that he was needed urgently by the BAU. With only 8 hours notice he was in Florida, and suddenly he was approximately 920.4 miles away from you.
It was around 9pm, and youâd been eagerly awaiting a phone call from your husband. Youâd blame your anxiety on the hormones, but you knew it wasnât just that. Youâd always been like this whenever he was away, and you never quite managed to properly adjust to how much travelling his job required. Lizzie, your daughter, was laid next to you in the bed you and Spencer shared, asleep on his side of the bed. She was the same as you whenever her dad was away, even if she didnât quite understand his job. She was a daddyâs girl, and if sleeping on Spencerâs side of the bed helped her to feel that little bit closer to him when he was away, you would let her. Her curly light brown hair was sprawled across the pillow which she drooled on, unconscious.
Your phone was on silent so the ringer didnât wake her up, but as soon as you felt the persistent buzzing and Spencerâs name appeared on the screen, you stood, stretching slightly before leaving the room and quietly closing the door behind you, simultaneously swiping the button to answer the call.
âHi.â You whispered softly, cautious not to wake up your sleeping three-year-old who was in the next room.
âHi sweetheart. How are you?â Spencerâs sweet voice spoke over the phone.
âHanging on. I managed to settle Lizzie after she cried because you couldnât tuck her in tonight.. Little one has been quiet for now, but I just know that sheâll start getting active as soon as I attempt to sleep.â You spoke with a soft smile on your face at the thought of the little life growing inside of you whilst you tiptoed down the stairs and into the living room, sitting down on the sofa with a hand on your round bump, rubbing it gently.
You heard Spencer sigh over the phone. âI miss you. I saw the three of you this morning and it feels like I havenât seen you in months.â He chuckled. Spencer was alone in his hotel room, and it felt strangely quiet. Unfamiliar. If Spencer was home, youâd be asleep in his arms by now, your soft snores echoing in the darkness of your bedroom. Pregnancy was tiring, after all. But you struggled to sleep without each other, and you knew that. Your house may as well have been cold and empty to you without him there. Your house wasnât your home. Spencer was, and you knew that he felt the same way about you. That was why heâd called.
âAny new symptoms? At around the seven month mark, you should expect to experience some shortness of breath, discomfort which may lead to difficulty moving, frequent urination, lightheadedness caused by the baby putting pressure on your blood vessels which can slow blood flow, fatigue-â He began to reel off pregnancy symptoms until he was cut off by your sleepy laugh.
âSpence, youâve been gone for less than a day. You donât have to worry about me. I feel the same as I did earlier.â You giggled.
âAnd that is?â He questioned. You could picture him furrowing his eyebrows, and the thought of it made your heart warm.
âAchey, tired, like a whale, hungry..â You listed, and you already knew he was going to give you advice on how to deal with your symptoms. Heâd done more than enough research on pregnancy when JJ was first pregnant with Henry, and since then heâd unexpectedly found himself helping a woman give birth on a case.
âYou need to rest. Itâs late and thatâs one of the only things that could help with your symptoms right now apart from physical activity, but I doubt youâd want to do any exercise at the moment,â He instructed, and you knew that he was being serious, even with his light tone. Youâd think that youâd know more about pregnancy than Spencer, with you being mid-way through your second pregnancy, but he knew everything. Whilst anybody else might have been surprised by that, you werenât. Heâd done extensive research on the topic, after all, and he continued to. âAnd I can also guarantee you that you donât look like a whale.â He added, and you could hear his smile in his voice.
âThatâs what you think. I can hardly move, and when I do I waddle. I waddle, Spencer!â You pouted, and you could hear him laugh.
âWell Iâm sure you look beautiful whilst you waddle.â He teased.
After a few quiet conversations between the two of you, 9pm turned to 11:30pm, and you could feel your mind wanting to drift off as your conversations slowly turned into Spencer spouting off random facts whilst you listened, his voice soothing you as though he was there with you. You decided to go back upstairs and tuck yourself into bed whilst he talked, placing your phone on the nightstand. He wasnât really next to you, but it was close enough. You knew Lizzie wouldnât wake up between Spencerâs soft words, the low volume your phone was on and her tendency to be a heavy sleeper. However, Spencer soon realised you were responding to him less and less.
âSweetheart?â He said quietly, and you hummed in response, already drifting off. âDo you want me to hang up?â He asked, and your eyes snapped open. âNo. Uh, I mean, Iâd like it if you could just⌠stay on the line.â You said quietly, and he understood what you meant.
âOf course,â He responded, âGood night. I love you.â He said, and you said it back.
Soon enough, you fell asleep, and if he closed his eyes, he could picture you there next to him, your soft snores echoing around his hotel room. That was all he needed to relax, and Spencer soon found himself drifting off to sleep, feeling like he was at home. Feeling like he was with his home.
You brought him home.
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KINKTOBER â OVERSTIMULATION / SUB!YANDERE gender neutral reader . . .
masterlist | requesting rules | character info . . . a/n: Jumpstarting Kinktober strongly by bullying Elliot <3
Elliot lets out a choked sob, his voice cracking as the burn of overstimulation threatens to overwhelm him. Tears prick the corners of his hazel eyes, wetting his lashes but not falling.
Sweat trickles down his forehead, his body drenched in cold sweat, yet all he could focus on is the way your hands wrap around his cockâhow he fits so perfectly in your hands . .
He's truly blessed, the last two hours had been spent with him being in a pure state of Euphoria, underneath you, coming undone in your skilledâcruelâexperienced hands.
Your touch was like a drug, and each harsh blow, each cut, bruise, bite mark, and more, was a high he could never forget, or erase, everything you did to him was embedded in his sick mind, his body was stained with youâand as his mind blankedâhe couldn't help but wonder if heaven would ever come close to comparing . . with this.
He let out a strained half-moan half-scream, his head falling back as your movements grew harsher, he didn't bother voicing his complaints or pleas of slowing down, after all he's your servant and your his ruler, he's thankful for anything you provide, for even being touched by you.
His thighs quiver, the burning ache growing as he feels an impending orgasm, a loud squeal escapes his mouth as you flick his tip, the harsh pain to his sensitive skin overwhelms him and pushes him over the edge, hot tears spill from his eyes as stars cloud his vision.
He doesn't even realize he's drooling, or crying, as his body falls back on the headboard.
"Hahâ", his breathes come out heavy, as he tries to control his body, another squeal escapes his mouth as you touch him once more, continuing your harsh speed, yet all he did was bite down on his lips, silencing his inhumane noises . . letting you do whatever you craved, he was at your mercy.
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pairing: choi yeonjun x fem!reader genre: friends to lovers, non-idol au, smut, fluff rating: nsfw, mdni wc: 6.1k warnings: unprotected sex, pwp (6k but most of it is smut tbh lol), softdom!yeonjun, inexperienced!reader, dry humping, oral + fingering (f receiving), squirting, petnames (baby, princess, doll, good girl, pretty girl), daddy kink (yeonjun refers to himself as daddy), spanking, creampie, multiple orgasms, light choking but not (he doesnât squeeze), one instance of spitting, itâs established that jun is older than reader so OPPA IS USED AS AN HONORIFIC and idc if people hate it lol as a korean speaker iâm tired of westernizing shit
a/n - pls picture temptation era hair yeonjun đľâđŤ this is inspired by a dream i had.. dreamt every part in his room up until the actual penetration đŽâđ¨ cockblocked by my own brain
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yeonjunâs sheets are soft as you sit observing his bedroom, taking note of all the little details that his strong personality shines through, the first time youâve seen the other side of his door â though how you even got to this point in the first place is still something youâre going over and over in your head as you wait for him to come back.
his soft smile is met with your nervous one as he enters the room with two water bottles in hand, shutting the door quietly behind him â your eyes follow his lithe fingers as he turns the lock â and you watch as he places the drinks on his nightstand before turning to you.
the air suddenly feels much warmer when he sits down on the bed beside you, so close that youâre almost touching, and that fond look on his face only serves to heighten your nerves as you remember that he knows what heâs doing, and you donât.
well⌠sort of.
everything happened only a few hours before.
your best friend kai had invited you to hang out with him and his roommates, a chaotic group of guys who youâve grown to call your friends as well; even yeonjun, who you may or may not have developed the hugest crush on ever from the minute that youâd first met him.
itâd been a few months of back-and-forth, sometimes convinced that it must be mutual and other times doubting your judgement completely â has he always been this flirty, or is it your imagination when his eyes linger just a little too long? â and it was on this fateful day at their apartment when it all fell apart.
(or should you say, all came together).
everyone knows to watch out once beomgyuâs got a couple of drinks in him, so it was only a matter of time before your unlucky day came when heâd decide that you would be his glorious first victim of the afternoon; and that was exactly where you found yourself as he took it upon himself to announce to everyone in the room that you and yeonjun needed to admit you wanna fuck each other already, or else heâd âjust have to do something about it himselfâ (whatever that meant).
to say you wanted to crawl into a ditch and die would be the biggest understatement of the century.
your wide eyes were pinned to the floor as the room erupted into multiple reactions; soobin groaning with a smack upside beomgyuâs head as he scolded the younger not to say stuff like that, taehyunâs âdamn,â as he knocked back his beer to cover a laugh, kai burying his head into his hands with a shriek â he swore he didnât mean to spill your secret to beomgyu a few weeks ago, it just slipped out â and of course, the culprit in the center laughing his ass off unphased.
the only one who had yet to say anything wasâŚ
you steeled yourself and glanced up, meeting yeonjunâs eyes that were already watching you from across the living room.
your own widened marginally.
he didnât look disgusted. he didnât look put off. in fact, he lookedâŚ..
your breath caught. there was a small upturn to his lips, a confirmation, the hint of a smile that solidified as he quirked a brow as if in question. as if he was asking you,
âwell? what should we do about it then?â
and everything changed from there.
~
it hadnât taken long for beomgyuâs quick-moving attention span to be directed elsewhere thanks to some faithful effort on hyukaâs part, the others following suit to spare you from the spotlight â and it was only about an hour later when you found yourself alone in the kitchen for a breather, the sounds of your friendâs quarreling and laughter slightly less eardrum-shattering now from where you stood leaning against the sink.
a few minutes passed before the sound of someone else slipping into the room grabbed your attention.
your peace quickly morphed into apprehension.
âhi,â yeonjun whispered, a small smile on his face that read somewhere between gentle and amused.
his hands were in his pockets as he came to lean casually against the counter opposite you, head tilted slightly to the side as his eyes trailed over your expression, and you cursed your mouth for going dry at the sight of him.
his simple black tank top and sweatpants combo had you fighting to keep your eyes on his face â his face, pretty and framed so nicely by silky black hair that was grown out quite a bit longer than usual these days, and you wanted nothing more than to run your fingers through it as your thighs rubbed together subconsciously.
ââŚhi,â you whispered back.
he breathed out a small laugh.
âi wanted to talk to you, but i didnât want the others to hear.. figured this was a good opportunity when i saw you get up.â
âr-right..â
why am i so awkward? what the fuck? oh god wait why is he coming closer-
your hands gripped the counter behind you as yeonjun stepped forward. his voice was low, quiet, meant only for you as he stood in front of you with a look on his face that had you melting in more ways than one.
âlisten... i know that weâve never talked about this thing between us. i didnât wanna scare you off by being too forward, but now that beomgyu ran his mouth about itâŚâ
with a feather-light touch, yeonjun reached up and tucked a piece of hair behind your ear.
âwell, iâm not gonna deny what he said, and iâm pretty sure that iâm right when i say.. i think you want me the same way that i want you.â
you felt heat running down your entire body like a zap of electricity.
your fried brain didnât even have the chance to fully process before you heard beomgyu shout from the living room, âhey, whatâs taking so long?!â and the scent of yeonjunâs cologne was like a drug as he leaned in and whispered in your ear,
âif you feel ready to see where this goes.. stay here with me when they go out.â
and just like that he was gone, random assortment of snacks in hand to avoid suspicion as he called back to beomgyu, âiâm coming, just couldnât decide what to eat!â
and you slumped against the counter with legs like jelly.
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you received a chorus of groans and boos when you told the guys you were gonna go home instead of joining them elsewhere for dinner and drinks, earning brief suspicion only from taehyun as he eyed you questioningly for a moment â their focus primarily resting on yeonjunâs uncharacteristic opt-out that heâd blamed on a sudden migraine.
you felt ridiculous as you even headed down the elevator with them to the street outside, going out of your way to be believable, rounding the corner towards the subway station until they were well out of sight in the opposite direction before heading back up towards the apartment.
youâdâve been lying if you said that you didnât consider leaving yourself; your jittery nerves and quick-beating heart nearly convincing you, until you remembered the look in yeonjunâs eyes and the wetness between your legs returned.
yeonjun, choi yeonjun, one of the most popular and charismatic guys that you know â wants you.
and now here you are on his bed.
when you think about it, in your eyes yeonjun is a lot of things that youâre not; the way he just naturally draws people in, the way he carries himself, always making friends so easily; the fact that heâs genuinely cool, somehow good at everything he does and always looks hot doing it; heâs older than you â not by much, but still â and the number one thing on your mind right now:
heâs experienced.
now youâre no virgin, but your measly 1 past boyfriend is nothing in comparison to the fact that yeonjunâs ability to please a woman is a very well-checked box on his long list of skills (if beomgyu is correct about anything heâs blabbed about, at least. which today so far he seems to be).
and now, as he sits here so close to you with that same look on his face as before, that gentle smile and amused little twinkle in his eyes â well, you know right then that youâre a goner.
âhi,â he whispers, just like he did in the kitchen earlier, and you whisper it back with a shy smile.
this is the first time youâve ever truly been alone with him.
he looks at you for a few moments, and you wonder if this is what amoebas feel like under a microscope until he places his hand on the bed beside you and rests his weight on it, by default leaning in even closer than before.
âi like you.â he says simply.
in panic mode, you resort to sarcasm - ây-yeah-â you clear your throat - âum, yeah, i think we established that.â
his laugh sends tingles through you as a real smile not stricken with awkwardness finally blooms on your face, the ice slowly melting for you as you start to remember that right, okay, heâs a friend and not some unreachable deity (for the most part, at least).
âi.. like you too,â you respond sheepishly, and you bite your lip at the underlying shift in his tone as he keeps his eyes locked on yours and says,
âi know.â
the mood has suddenly deepened into something else.
his hand comes up to your cheek, thumb ghosting over your bottom lip as he murmurs, âis this okay?â and you donât know when his face got so close to yours but your eyes are already threatening to flutter shut as you hum in response, lidded gaze glued to his full, pretty lips that you want so desperately all over your body.
âwords, baby.â his voice is a whisper, breath warm against your lips, his own so close now that you can almost feel them â
ây-yes.â
and just like that, choi yeonjun is kissing you.
whatever you thought a real kiss was supposed to feel like, whatever kisses you had felt with your ex â
none of it compared to this.
you feel his smile when you quietly moan, his lips even softer than you had imagined, moving against yours slowly, deliberately, expertly, the hand that had been on your cheek sliding gently to the back of your neck as he deepens the kiss.
his tongue is warm and soft as it traces along your bottom lip, and you donât care how eager you probably seem as you let it in immediately, trying not to moan again as he slips it past your lips to caress yours; you melt as he sucks lightly on your tongue before giving a teasing, gentle bite to your bottom lip as he pulls away.
you canât even imagine how dazed you must look â but his knowing smile tells you enough.
you canât explain it, but in that moment you gain a hunger-fueled confidence. you want to give yeonjun everything.
fuck, you want him bad.
youâre pulling him back to you faster than you can chicken out otherwise, and the pleased noise he makes as you connect your lips again only spurs you on further to do what youâve been so badly wanting to:
you touch him, hands sliding from his shoulders up to his soft hair, pulling at it gently as his lips travel down your jaw to suckle at the skin of your neck; you moan, freely this time, eyes sliding shut and head tilting back to give him all the access he wants as you wrap an arm around his shoulders and keep him close.
his hand slides around your waist to your lower back as he slowly guides you down to lay against his sheets, your legs instinctively widening for him as he slots his hips between them, and you groan at the bulge now resting comfortably against your clothed core.
it doesnât take long before he gently rocks his hips forwards.
you whimper, clutching to his tank top as he continues to kiss and suckle along your neck; your legs tighten around his hips and his lips tilt into a smirk against your skin as your body responds to his like itâs what it was made for, and so he does it again, this time continuing into a steady rocking pace.
the hardness of his cock drags deliciously against your center as he rolls his hips into it again and again, slow enough so that you feel everything, but firm enough that it makes your head spin and your thighs twitch with need.
âoppa,â you whisper, pleadingly, and you donât even know what youâre asking for but you know that you just need more.
âhm?â he hums back, lips still sucking pretty bruises into your neck,
and itâs like he can read your mind as he asks with another smirk against your skin - âwant more, baby?â
you nod quickly with a weak, âmhm,â and your heart jumps as his lips move up to your ear.
âtell oppa what you want.â
the husk of his voice sends shivers straight downwards.
he pulls away just enough for you to meet his eyes and you feel like a rabbit hunted down by a fox, but in your case, you never want to escape from his grasp.
âi.. i-i wantâŚâ
you can feel the heat blooming in your cheeks, remembering once again how much you havenât experienced, and you want to tell him exactly where you want him to put his mouth â but instead your eyes avert from his as you mumble in admission,
âi-iâve never been⌠well iâve never been eaten out before. s-so.. um..â
in your peripheral you can see yeonjunâs brows lift to his hairline in disbelief. âwhat?â
a finger beneath your chin gently draws your gaze back to his and the genuine bewilderment in his eyes is enough to deepen your blush as he asks, âhow could that bastard have possibly survived never tasting you?â
your body buzzes with electricity as your eyes widen; thereâs a hunger and determination dancing in yeonjunâs stare that youâve never been looked at with before.
his intensity makes you shiver in anticipation and itâs like you can taste the honey dripping from his words when he says,
âlet me make you feel good, baby. let me give you everything that he shouldâve.â
your head spins.
youâve never felt so desired.
the second that you say okay, yeonjun places one last dizzying kiss to your lips before heâs moving down your body, guiding you out of your shirt as he slowly maps out your skin with his lips â you breathe out a sigh at the way his large hands caress you, intentionality in every touch.
eventually he sits up on his knees, pulling back from a kiss to your navel to reach for the hem of your panties. you shiver when his fingers ghost over your hips.
âlift for me,â he instructs softly, and you do, biting your lip as he begins to slowly pull them down, eyes glued to your cunt, and you watch the way his breath hitches in his throat at the strings of wetness that cling to the fabric.
âfuck,â he whispers, practically groans,
âcanât believe no oneâs ever tasted such a pretty pussy before⌠gonna eat you so good, baby..â
youâre going out of your mind with need, his words alone sending another gush of arousal to your heat, your hungry eyes traveling down to trace the imprint of his rock-hard cock in his sweatpants.
teasingly you ghost your foot over it as he slides your panties from your ankles, and his eyes flicker up to yours as you stare back innocently; his gaze narrows and lips quirk up into a lopsided smirk as his warm hands slide up your legs.
âgetting brave, now, are we?â he taunts, stopping at your thighs as he wraps his hands around them and spreads your legs open.
slowly he lowers himself between them, all the while keeping his eyes on yours, and your hips jump at the whisper of his breath against your aching cunt when he says,
âbetter be careful, doll⌠any game you try to play, i can play it better.â
and when his fingers spread you open and his lips kiss your clit, you already know that heâs ruined you for any other man.
how could you even dream of anyone else when the tip of yeonjunâs velvety tongue slips out to trace teasingly up and down your slit, or when the pad of his finger circles so lightly around your leaking hole that you might even be imagining it?
no, thereâs no way you could be imagining this, not as the warmth of his mouth caresses you as he closes his lips around your clit and gently begins to suck, your head tipping back with a shudder as you whine at the feeling.
âeyes on me, princess,â he murmurs against your cunt, and when you manage to bring your gaze back to his, the sight before you is sinful.
his foxlike eyes dark and dangerous and twinkling as he watches you through his lashes, pretty lips forming a smirk that you can only feel and not see as he whispers âgood girl,â - before the next thing you know, his tongue is flattening against you as he licks a firm stripe up your pussy, big hands keeping your jerking hips in place as he begins to ravish you, sucking, licking, kissing, groaning shamelessly at the taste of you and sending vibrations straight through your quivering core as you unravel beneath his touch.
âso fucking good,â he moans, sliding a finger inside of you with ease as he begins to pump it steadily in and out, practically making out with your pussy as you whimper, hands instinctively flying to his hair â you almost pull them away when suddenly he adds another digit, the stretch causing your fingers to tighten in his dark strands as your hips instinctively grind forwards against his mouth.
youâre about to apologize when yeonjun moans even deeper than before.
âthatâs it, baby,â he grunts, âuse my face. want it so bad, donât you? go ahead and chase it, cum all over daddyâs tongue.â
something unholy snaps inside of you at that.
âf-fuck-â you cry, doing exactly as he said; you canât help it as you grind your clit down on his warm tongue over and over and over, hands tightening in his hair as his fingers work impossibly faster, and a new sensation takes over you as the dam breaks and you reach your peak;
you donât realize whatâs happening at first as youâre carried through the most mind-blowing orgasm, until you feel the unusual amount of wetness soaking his sheets and hear yeonjun groaning âfuck, fuck, thatâs it, baby, thatâs it -â and heâs three fingers deep as you realize youâre squirting.
itâs as though he can read your body like a book the way he can tell when itâs suddenly too much, his pace slowing gradually until he gently slides his fingers from your sopping hole, placing a final feather-light kiss to your clit before his lips and hands move to soothe your quivering thighs.
âyou did so good, baby, holy shit..â the bottom half of his face is soaked in your juices as he mouths along your skin, hands massaging and caressing whatever his lips arenât kissing;
youâre still bewildered, and can feel the raging blush on your cheeks as youâre quick to blurt in embarrassment, âi-iâm so sorry, i didnât mean to-â
ây/n.â yeonjun looks up. âseriously, that was so fucking hot, you have no idea.â
you can see in his eyes that heâs telling the truth.
âr-really?â
he laughs, finally sitting up; âbaby, i- fuck, like, you actually have no fucking idea how sexy you are.â he pushes his hair out of his face and itâs only then that you realize how heavy heâs breathing, the bulge straining against his pants somehow a million times more prominent than it was earlier.
ây/n, iâm so turned on right now that i can hardly think straight. please-â
you meet his eyes again quickly,
âplease, i need to be inside you.â
apparently today is the day that you learn just how crazy choi yeonjun makes you, because despite your still-twitching thighs and your pussy so sensitive that youâre sure a slight breeze would send it into overdrive, your body is quick to betray you at his toe-curling words when your walls clench from the emptiness and a fresh wave of arousal gushes from your soaked heat.
âif you donât fuck me right now iâm gonna go clinically insane.â
his brows lift only for a moment before heâs laughing, swooping down to catch your lips in a kiss. âwell we canât have that, now, can we?â
he gets off the bed, your eyes hungrily tracking his every move as he peels the tank top from his torso and casts it to the ground; âfuck,â you whisper as your gaze trails down the defined ridges of his abs; âfuck,â you groan when he hooks his thumbs around the waistband of his sweatpants and pulls them down with his boxers in one go.
his cock is long and slender and flushed pink, the prettiest thing youâve ever seen as you imagine the weight of it in your mouth.
if it were anyone else, youâd wanna slap the shit-eating grin right off of his face, but this is yeonjun, and the fact that he knows heâs all that only makes him 10x hotter.
you canât tear your eyes away from his length as you sit up on your elbows to watch, and he enjoys it, pumping himself in his hand and smearing the pre-cum around his tip with a satisfied hum.
but as he reaches for the condoms in his desk drawer, you surprise both him and yourself when you stop him.
âno.â
he pauses, looking over his shoulder at you with quirked brows â
âwant you to fuck me raw.â
his mouth goes dry. you can see the fire dancing in his eyes as he slowly straightens, keeping himself under control as he asks carefully,
âare you sure?â
you bite your lip and quickly nod. âwanna feel you,â you breathe, and that does it for yeonjun as heâs back on top of you in an instant, his lips pressing to yours in a searing kiss as you moan around his swirling tongue.
his hand is on your throat, not squeezing, just resting there as if to say youâre mine, and you whine deep in your chest when you feel the tip of his cock sliding through your slippery folds.
âgonna fuck this pretty pussy so full of my cum that itâll be dripping out of it for days,â he rasps as he taps the head of his cock repeatedly over your clit, the lewd noise met with your whimpers as you grasp at his bicep.
âplease,â you whine, âwant it, please-!â
his hand slides from your neck down to squeeze your tit as he sits up and hooks one of your legs over his shoulder with his free hand.
âso good for me,â he murmurs, eyes half-lidded and lusting as he looks down at you, dragging his shaft back and forth along your slick pussy; âsuch a good girl, begging for daddy.â
and when he finally pushes the head of his cock past your entrance, stretching you open as he sinks inside, stars explode behind your eyes and you nearly cum again right there on the spot.
âfuuck..â he groans in a drawn-out moan, eyes sliding shut and head tipping back as your walls suck him in, mouth falling open before he catches his plush bottom lip between his teeth and looks back down at you through hazy eyes, giving another rough squeeze to your tit in his grasp.
he slides his hand down to press against your lower belly as he bottoms out, your hips twitching as you gasp, and with his other hand he grips your leg thatâs slung over his shoulder as he begins to grind his hips against yours.
you canât breathe, canât speak, overwhelmed by how fucking good it all feels, the head of his cock massaging places inside of you that you didnât even know existed as he rolls his hips over and over, whispering fucked-out nothings;
how tight you are, how good you feel, how heâs gonna make you forget your own name by tomorrow.
and when he starts really moving, hips separating from yours only to connect again with a lewd slap of skin on skin each time he delivers a slow, firm thrust to your cunt, holding you in place so you donât jolt up the bed â well, you never knew that something so delicious existed, and now that youâve had a taste, youâre already rendered insatiable.
you paw at any part of him that you can reach, hands finding purchase on his thighs as his pace picks up into a steady rhythm, your lips moaning and pleading and begging around words that you can hardly get out of your mouth.
âlook at you,â yeonjun coos breathlessly, âso drunk on my cock already.. perfect pussy made just for me, hm? taking daddy so well? good baby.â
he looks as blissed out as you feel, face wracked in pleasure as he picks up the pace, his hand so large where it still presses over your lower belly that his thumb is able to reach your clit, and the added stimulation along with the pressure of his palm sends your head lolling as you twitch and tremble underneath him.
âj-jjunie..!â you whimper, and you canât help the nickname from slipping between your lips; youâve never called him so intimately before, never said his name so freely, but your accidental drop of honorifics seems to stir something inside of him as he groans and fucks you harder;
âsay that again,â he grunts as you gasp out from the sudden increase in pace.
âjjunie,â you keen immediately, gripping the sheets, gripping his arms, gripping anything as a muttered curse leaves his lips and his thumb circles faster around your aching clit.
âlove it when you say my name, fuck,â he groans, hips slamming into yours and jolting you like a ragdoll as you cry out for him, the knot in your stomach tightening so fast that you swear itâs about to snap, and when he leans forward with your leg still gripped over his shoulder and his cock pounding into you at a far deeper angle than before, fireworks fill your vision as you cum around him harder than youâve ever came in your life.
âyes, yes, yes, fuck, thatâs it, cream on my cock, baby, fuck youâre so- s-so tight, fuck- just like that, let go for me, baby, good girl-â
yeonjunâs voice sounds far away as you spasm around him, his thrusts growing sloppier as your cunt clenches him so tight that it nearly forces him out; he lowers your leg back down to the bed and slows down a little to let you catch your breath but he doesnât stop, and your watery whimpers are like music to his ears as you clutch onto him desperately.
ât-too much, too much-!â you hiccup, tears spilling from your eyes at all the overwhelming sensations, but you donât actually want him to stop and he knows it too â he coos at you, hand sliding up to rest on your throat again as he leans down and licks a stripe up your neck to your ear.
âyou can give me one more, baby, canât you?â
a shiver rolls down your spine at the devilish smile in his voice, sweet like honey as he catches your earlobe between his teeth.
âone more so daddy can stuff you nice and full.â
your pussy clenches. âw-want your cum,â you whimper dumbly in response, too fucked out to think of anything else, and yeonjun smiles as he leans back and runs his hands down your body until they reach your hips and squeeze.
âi know,â his thrusts are still steady as he watches you with twinkling eyes; âand iâm gonna give it to you.â
your eyes widen in protest as he suddenly slides out of you without a warning, but the words die in your throat and are replaced with a squeak of surprise when he flips you over onto your stomach instead.
âass up for me, pretty girl.â
you obey immediately with what strength you have left in your shaky limbs, a quiet whine escaping your throat over not being able to see or touch him anymore.
his little laugh from behind you indicates that he caught it.
âdonât worry, baby,â he soothes as his hands massage over your ass, âwe have all the time in the world.â
your heart doesnât even have time to skip a beat at the promise of his words when suddenly his tongue is on your pussy, your knees nearly buckling at the heat of his mouth as he licks from your clit up to your fluttering hole, and you gasp as he spits on it before his cock enters you fully in one single thrust.
you cry out, knees buckling for real this time as he holds you up, sheets crumpled in your fists as his hips immediately pick up into a quick, dizzying pace.
âlove the way you fall apart around me,â he murmurs from behind you, squeezing your ass, âlove how you take me so wellâŚâ
you want to touch him so badly, want to see the pleasure pooling in his eyes; you donât have time to respond before he lands a smack on your ass, your surprised squeak spurring him on as he does it again, drilling into your cute little hole like it was made just for him as he breathes out a moan.
from this angle he can see the way your pussy swallows him so hungrily, and his grip on your hips tightens as he drags you back and forth on his cock.
âlove.. l-love your.. love this so much⌠w-wanna be yoursâŚâ
he almost misses your dazed mumbling over the loud sound of his hips slapping lewdly against your ass, but he makes out what you said, heart swelling in his chest and cock simultaneously twitching inside of you as he leans forward, his palm sliding up along your spine to brush the hair from your fucked-out face as he pushes your body down against the sheets, chest pressed to your back now and breath caressing your ear as he continues rocking his hips even deeper.
âyouâre mine, baby, youâre mine..â he whispers between kisses along your jaw, a reassurance, your soft whimper of a response causing him to bite back a smile as he continues,
âiâve wanted you for so long.. canât believe i finally get to have you.â his hand slips beneath you to toy with your throbbing clit, and your ass grinds back against him as a result as you moan wantonly into his sheets.
âiâve been yours since the.. fuck.. since the second i s-saw you..fuck, p-please donât stop..!â
your hips are moving with his now as he works your clit faster, mustering your strength and pushing your weight back as you desperately try to fuck yourself on his cock, on his fingers, chasing the rising wave in your belly thatâs threatening to break as he meets your quickening movements with his own.
âtouch yourself for me, baby,â he murmurs in your ear before removing his hand and propping himself up on his forearms, allowing for a more concentrated angle as he ruts into you, your choked moan muffled by the sheets as you immediately slide one hand down to rub rapidly at your clit, your other one weakly moving to tangle your fingers with his the best that you can;
âgonna cum, gonna cum,â you whimper, drool pooling at your lips, the scent of yeonjunâs cologne and the weight of his body on yours like pure intoxication as he fucks you harder, breaths heavy and staggering in your ear as he grunts,
âcum for me, baby, need to feel it, cum all over my fucking cock-â
and when your third orgasm washes over you, youâre too weak to do anything but let it, body going limp as it wracks over you in pure bliss, the warm feeling of your clenching walls finally sending yeonjun over the edge this time as he shoots his cum into you with a loud and drawn-out moan, voice breaking as he spews filthy words and incoherent curses; he presses his hips impossibly deep against yours before stuttering into sloppy thrusts to fuck himself through the rest of his orgasm as your fluttering pussy milks his cock of every last drop.
the room grows silent save for your heavy breaths, both of your chests heaving as his forehead slumps down to rest against your back; you didnât realize how tightly you were holding onto his hand until you carefully untangle your fingers from his.
he hisses from the sensitivity as he slides his twitching length out of you.
you look at yeonjun as he rolls off of your back and flops exhaustedly onto his side next to you, and when he meets your eyes, thereâs only a passing moment of silence before you both giggle.
his smile is fond and blooming with affection as he rubs a hand up and down your back, moving to smoothe the hair from your face and gently brushing his knuckles across your cheek before resting his hand on top of yours.
âhi,â he whispers.
you giggle again.
âhi,â you whisper back.
âso.. would this be a good time to ask you to be my girlfriend?â
your heart skips a beat and you bite back a smile. âi was worried youâd just want to stick to the sex..â you admit.
yeonjun shakes his head, lips forming into an endearing pout as he laces his fingers with yours.
ânah, youâre stuck with me now, princess,â he grins. âi meant what i said⌠iâve been wanting you for so long.â
an indescribable feeling flutters in your chest as you giddily turn your head to bury your face in the sheets, yeonjun laughing as he shuffles closer, rolling you over onto your back despite your giggle-ridden, poorly-executed attempts to fight him off.
you grin up at him and he grins down at you, hovering over you now with a hand on your cheek as his endeared eyes trail over each of your features as if to memorize them.
âmy girl,â he whispers, tucking your hair behind your ear.
you tilt your head up to meet his lips when he leans in and kisses you softly, your hands playing with the long hair at the nape of his neck.
âi meant what i said too,â you murmur against him.
âmine since the second you saw me, huh?â yeonjunâs cocky grin is light and teasing as you scrunch your nose at him, flicking his forehead and sending him into another pout.
âyeah, yeah. whatever, pretty boy.â
instead of responding he buries his face in your neck in a flurry of kisses as you squeal in surprise, laughing as you wiggle around underneath him;âstop, that tickles!â
âgotta make up for all the lost time when i didnât make a move,â he reasons as his kisses move to your cheeks, your nose, your lips â youâve never seen this side of yeonjun before, so soft and gentle and sweet; the fact that it seems reserved only for you sends butterflies fluttering through your tummy.
you spend your evening like that, wrapped in each otherâs arms as you talk about your relationship, talk about the feelings that led you here, talk about this and that and everything in-between;
âdoes this count as our first date?â you ask quizzically. he wrinkles his nose.
âno way, iâm gonna do the most romantic shit ever for that.â
you snort. âisnât that what this is?â
but you donât have the chance to tease him any further when the beeping sound of his apartment passcode being entered causes you both to freeze.
you were so caught up that neither of you considered the time; nor the fact that yeonjun does indeed have 4 other roommates who would in fact be coming home at some point or another.
that some point apparently being now as the rowdy chatter of your friends erupts into the foyer until you suddenly hear soobinâs tipsy mumble. âwhat the⌠what are y/nâs shoes doing here?â
you and yeonjun turn to look at each other as your friendsâ voices fall silent.
the seconds pass and you almost wonder if youâre in the clearâŚ
but of course, no peace lasts forever with beomgyu in the house.
âOH MY GOD,â he screams.
âTHEY FUCKED!â
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GET WELL SOON , P.SH !
ďš đ ďš ă ââââ I KNOW IT'S MY FAULT, BUT I WANNA MAKE IT BETTER!
PAIRING: racer ! sunghoon Ă orphan ! afab reader.
SYNOPSIS: Youâve always considered yourself a good personâkind, forgiving, and patient. But Sunghoon tested every bit of that. One reckless, drunken drive was all it took for him to flip your life upside down, leaving you temporarily confined to a wheelchair. The inconvenience was more than just physical; it was a wound to your pride and independence. Sunghoon, however, refused to walk away from his mistake. Guilt-ridden and determined to make amends, he became a constant presence in your lifeâcovering your medical bills, offering you emotional support, and sticking around even when you wished he wouldnât.
WORD COUNT: 19.2K
FEAT: WONYOUNG from IVE, JAY from ENHYPEN, HANNI from NEWJEANS, + some ocs
MENTIONS OF CRIME & ACCIDENT, OVERALL FLUFF & CRACK !
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AS YOU LAY IN THE HOSPITAL BED, the sterile scent of antiseptic in the air, your gaze drifted to the bouquet of white roses on the table beside you. A scoff slipped from your lips before you could stop it, a bitter reminder of why you were even here.
This was all his fault. Park Sunghoon.
For a second, you tried to maintain your calm, the nice person part of you struggling to hold on, but that guyâhe tested all of it.
âThrow them away, please?â you asked, your voice clipped as you turned to the nurse adjusting your IV.
Before she could respond, an infuriatingly familiar voice cut through the room, smooth yet utterly exasperating. âYou don't like white?â
You didnât even need to look to know it was him. The sudden rush of irritation heated your cheeks as you whipped your head towards the door. And there he was. Park Sunghoon. Strolling in casually, hands tucked into the pockets of his expensive designer coat, as if he hadnât ruined your entire week.
âYeah, I donât,â you shot back, your glare burning through him. The forced smile on your face was saccharine, dripping with the very clear message that he was definitely not welcome.
He raised an eyebrow, unfazed. Of course, he had the audacity to smirkâlike always. "Sadly," he drawled, clearly enjoying himself, âyou gotta keep them.â
Without invitation, he sauntered over to the side of your bed, his presence filling the room, as if his wealth and arrogance alone could smother the oxygen. You watched him with narrowed eyes, arms crossed over your chest in defiance.
âJust leave me alone, you rich jerk,â you spat, unable to hold back the venom in your tone. Your fists clenched beneath the thin hospital sheets, a reminder that you couldnât even storm out of here like you wanted to. You were stuckâand it was all because of him.
His face faltered for a split second, the cockiness slipping ever so slightly as your words hit him. But like clockwork, he masked it, that composed, arrogant look sliding back into place.
It shouldâve been satisfying to see the momentary flash of guilt cross his features, but it wasnât enough. Not when your life had been flipped upside down, not when you were confined to this bed because of his mistake.
BUT HOW DID ALL OF THIS HAPPEN?
WellâŚ
FLASHBACK!
Your eyes were stinging from the tears, and you clumsily wiped them away with the back of your hand. You werenât exactly drunkâmaybe two shots deep after an agonizingly stressful dayâbut it was enough to make your head spin. Why did it all have to be so sad?
Sniffling, you stumbled down the empty street, your shoes scuffing the pavement as you sobbed quietly into the night. The darkness felt overwhelming, like it was swallowing you whole, and even though your tears blurred your vision, you knew where you were headingâor at least you thought you did.
It wasnât until you heard the loud, abrupt honk of a motorbike that you even realized you were standing in the middle of the street. You barely had time to turn your head towards the blinding lights beforeâBAM!
The impact wasnât as hard as it couldâve been, but it was enough. The bike, thankfully, had slowed down, but not nearly enough to stop it from hitting you. Pain shot through your leg as you collapsed onto the cold, hard ground, the breath knocked out of your lungs.
You groaned loudly, clutching your leg, wincing at the sharp sting that radiated through your body. Meanwhile, the rider, who had also fallen, was busy steadying himself, dusting off his helmet as if he wasnât the reason your entire life had just flashed before your eyes.
âTHE HELL?!â you screamed, your voice cracking as you tried to shift your weight but immediately regretted it. The sharp pain in your leg intensified, forcing you back down onto the concrete. You gritted your teeth, tears stinging your eyes once again as you glared up at him.
The guy finally looked your way, lifting his visor to reveal his face. "Maâam, are you okay?" he asked, his voice eerily calm, as if he hadnât just crashed his motorcycle into you. Like it was some minor inconvenience to him.
Your blood boiled. âOkay???" you spat out, your voice a mix of disbelief and fury. "Iâm literally bleeding! Are you dumb?!â
The guy blinked, clearly taken aback by your outburst, but remained calm. Too calm. âAlright, alright, just calm down,â he muttered, crouching down next to you, but that only made you angrier.
"Calm down?â you snapped, clenching your fists as the pain and the frustration built up inside of you. âSay that when youâre the one lying here, bleeding out!"
He flinched at your words but didnât reply. Instead, he reached into his pocket, fumbling for his phone to call an ambulance. Meanwhile, you were still seething, glancing down at your leg where the blood was now slowly trickling down your thigh, staining your jeans. The sight of it made you dizzy, your head swimming with pain and exhaustion.
You could barely keep your eyes open, but you still had enough energy to notice himâfreaking fixing his bike. He had the nerve to set it upright on its stand, making sure it was okay before coming back to check on you.
"If you even think about making this a hit and run," you rasped, your voice hoarse from both pain and anger, âIâll haunt your entire family line.â
The guy stopped, visibly gulping as he knelt down beside you once again, clearly panicking now. "No, no, thatâs notâlook, the ambulance is coming, okay? Just⌠try to stay with me.â
Your vision blurred, your breath coming in shallow gasps as the world began to tilt. The last thing you remembered before everything went black was him leaning over, actually cleaning the blood off your thigh with his sleeve, his face a mask of panic and guilt. You didnât know what was worseâthe excruciating pain or the fact that you now hated him with every fiber of your being. Park Sunghoon.
And just like that, you passed out, your hatred for him searing into the darkness of your mind as you slipped into unconsciousness.
AND WHAT EXACTLY HAPPENED AFTER THAT?
You may wonder, but well...
Turns out, the guyâPark Sunghoonâwas not just any calm, overly collected motorcyclist whoâd crashed into you that night. No, he was the son of a wealthy man, one of those who didnât have to face consequences because money speaks louder than the truth. And apparently, money really does talk, especially when youâre up against a system rigged to work in favor of the rich.
Even though Sunghoon had confessed to being at faultâhad told the police it was his mistakeâthe tests showed otherwise. Your blood test, which revealed traces of alcohol, was enough to tip the scales in his favor. You werenât even drunk, for heaven's sakeâtwo shots hardly countedâbut that didnât matter. The system had already labeled you as the reckless one. Your claims of innocence? Brushed off, like dust from his expensive jacket.
It was humiliating. The police barely questioned Sunghoon. His parents swooped in like hawks, ensuring their precious son wouldnât be held accountable for such a trivial incident, and just like that, there was no investigation, no justice. Just a quick sweep under the rug, and you were left to fester in your anger, helpless against the machine that protected people like him.
Being an orphan only made things worse. You had no guardian, no family to back you up or fight for you. Your best friend, Wonyoung, was the only one who came to your side. She tried covering your hospital billsâshe had offered, insisted evenâbut you couldnât let her. She needed the money more than you did, and you werenât about to burden her with your mess. But you couldn't deny her when she showed up every day with packed lunches, smuggling in home-cooked meals like they were contraband.
On one particular afternoon, you sat in the hospital bed, poking at the warm rice she had lovingly packed in a small bento box. Wonyoung sat across from you, her eyes burning with the same hatred you felt. She stabbed at her own food, her anger simmering with every bite.
âI still canât believe him,â she muttered, barely able to contain her frustration. âHow does he get to walk away from this like itâs nothing?â
You let out a humorless chuckle, shaking your head as you swallowed a bite of food. âBecause heâs rich. Rich guys donât face consequences, apparently.â
She nodded, her lips pressed into a thin line. âI hate him. I hate him so much.â
You sighed, your gaze falling to your bandaged leg. It throbbed, a constant reminder of everything that had happened. âJoin the club,â you muttered. âHe hasnât even tried to take responsibility. Not once.â
Wonyoung scoffed, glancing over at the sterile hospital room, the fluorescent lights casting a harsh glow over everything. âHow does he sleep at night? Like, seriously?â
You thought about that too. How did Park Sunghoon sleep at night? Probably on some ridiculously expensive mattress in his mansion, far away from the mess heâd left you in. You clenched your fists around the edge of your blanket, biting back the urge to cry. Not again. You were so tired of crying, of feeling powerless, of being at the mercy of someone elseâs mistakes.
AND AS THE DAYS PASSED, the gnawing anxiety of being kicked out of the hospital clung to you like a dark cloud. Let's be honestâyou had no money. The minute the hospital caught wind of that, you were sure theyâd toss you out on the curb without a second thought. It wasnât like you had any guardian to bail you out, no family waiting in the wings to cover the mounting costs. You were an orphanâalone, except for your best friend Wonyoung, who had already done more than she needed to.
Sitting up slightly in your bed, you glanced at the nurse as she came in to check your vitals. She seemed niceâtoo niceâand it was exactly that thread of hope you grasped at as you hesitantly asked, âSo... when do I pay the hospital bill?â
You knew the question was pointless, knew the answer would sink like lead in your gut, but you had to ask. Maybe, just maybe, a miracle would happen.
The nurse adjusted the IV drip, giving you a small smile as she jotted something down on her clipboard. âSomeone already paid for you.â
Your jaw didnât dropânot even a littleâbecause letâs be honest, you knew who had covered it. Sunghoonâs parents. Of course they did. Anything to wipe their sonâs record clean, to make sure no trace of this incident marred the reputation of their precious heir. Rich people.
âRight.â You muttered, sinking back into the pillows, staring at the plain white ceiling. It was always the same. Pay, forget, move on. No justice, just convenient cover-ups.
The nurse, oblivious to the tension building inside you, walked out of the room. You sighed heavily, closing your eyes, hopingâprayingâthat it wasnât Sunghoon or one of his parents waiting for you outside. But your luck? Yeah, it never worked in your favor.
âEnjoying your stay here?â His voice was as smooth as silk, and when you opened your eyes, there he was, Park Sunghoon, standing in the doorway with that charming smile of his. It was the kind of smile that could have melted heartsânot yours, though. Not now, not when he was the reason you were lying here, stuck in this bed, smelling nothing but disinfectant and medicine.
âYeah, itâs great,â you bit out, rolling your eyes. âA dream vacation. Smell of medicine, broken bones, IV dripsâjust paradise.â
Sunghoon chuckled softly, like he wasnât standing in front of you after nearly ruining your life. You could have thrown the flower pot sitting by your bed at himâwould have if the nurse hadnât spoken up at that exact moment.
âShe has a fracture in her leg and some soft tissue damage, but with rehabilitation, she should recover in twelve to eighteen weeks,â the nurse said, looking at Sunghoon like he actually cared about your prognosis.
âAlright. I get it,â he muttered, nodding as if he was taking mental notes, and you wondered why. Why was he still here? Why did he even care? He had already done his job, hadnât he? Paid the bills, covered the messâso why was he still hanging around?
The nurse excused herself, flashing what you swore was a knowing smile before she left the room. âOkay, then, enjoy your time with your girlfriend,â she said as she slipped out the door.
Girlfriend?! You nearly choked on your own breath. Girlfriend?? Really?! Your eyes shot to Sunghoon, demanding an explanation as you sat up straighter, the hospital blanket clenched in your fists.
âExplain,â you hissed, glaring at him with all the hatred you could muster. Your leg ached with the movement, but you ignored it, your whole body brimming with frustration.
He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. âWell... my dad wouldnât let me get involved after the accident. But I wanted to take responsibility, and the only way I could stay connected to this without the media getting involved was to pretend you were my girlfriend. That way, it looks like Iâm just... you know, paying your bills because I care.â
âBecause you care?â You scoffed, your voice dripping with venom. âAs expected. Rich people like you donât actually careâyou just want to clean up the mess and move on. Get the media off your back. Donât worry about me though, Sunghoon. Just stay away from me, because if you keep hanging around, I swear, I will go insane.â
You grabbed the flower pot with one hand, aiming it directly at his face. Your knuckles whitened from the grip, the tension boiling over.
âWhoa, whoa!â Sunghoon raised his hands defensively, stepping back with a sheepish smile that only infuriated you more. âCalm down. Iâm going, Iâm going.â
He slipped out of the room with a smile that seemed too nonchalant, like none of this was serious to him. He disappeared into the hallway, leaving you to stew in your anger.
You let out a long string of curses under your breath, tossing the flower pot back onto the bedside table with a huff. Your head fell back against the pillow, and you closed your eyes, groaning in frustration.
Why did this guy have to be so infuriating? Every time you thought about him, your blood boiled, and now you were stuck in this mess with him as the person supposedly âtaking careâ of you. What a joke.
You clutched the blanket tighter, trying to shake off the overwhelming mix of emotionsâanger, frustration, and the suffocating feeling of helplessness.
THE NEXT DAY?
SUNGHOON WAS BACK AGAIN.
You groaned inwardly, watching him from the corner of your eye as he quietly settled into the chair beside your hospital bed. He didn't speak, just sat there, his eyes glued to you. What the hell was his deal? You were already too tired to deal with the fact that this guy, who had already caused enough trouble in your life, was now making himself a permanent fixture in your hospital room.
âCan you just go away?â you murmured, voice low and raspy, refusing to look at him directly. It was irritating enough that he was hereâyou didnât want to give him the satisfaction of eye contact.
He shifted in his seat, leaning forward slightly as if he were genuinely invested in whatever non-existent conversation you were about to have. âI just... I just wanted to apologize,â he started, his tone softer than you expected. âLook, I never wanted this to happen. I didnât mean for you to get hurt, didnât want you to get this fractureââ
âDonât bother me with your false apologies,â you cut him off, your voice sharp as your eyes narrowed in on him. There was no way you were going to sit here and let him play the nice guy when he was the reason you were stuck in this bed. As far as you were concerned, his words were as hollow as his concern.
Sunghoon flinched at your dismissal, but his face quickly returned to that neutral, unreadable expression he always wore. Without missing a beat, he pulled out a small, elegant container from his side, opened it up, and began arranging a steaming bowl of ramen. The fragrant aroma hit your nose almost instantlyârich broth, a soft-boiled egg on the side, and a hint of spice. His personal chefâs touch, no doubt. How typical.
âHere.â He pushed the bowl towards you, chopsticks in hand, offering it like it was some grand gesture of peace.
You stared at it, the smell tempting your empty stomach. But hell no were you going to eat anything he gave you. Not after everything. It felt like taking pity food, and you werenât about to give him the satisfaction of thinking heâd done something nice.
âI donât want to eat this,â you refused coldly, crossing your arms over your chest and turning your head away as if the sight of it disgusted you.
Sunghoon blinked, clearly taken aback by your blunt rejection. The chopsticks hovered mid-air, the ramen dangling precariously off the ends. âThen... what are you gonna eat?â His tone wasnât mocking, just confusedâlike he couldnât fathom why anyone would refuse gourmet ramen made by a personal chef.
You bit back a sigh, feeling the frustration bubbling under your skin. âThe hospital food,â you replied flatly, knowing full well you had no intention of eating it. Who in their right mind actually wanted hospital food? But you werenât going to let him win. Even if it meant enduring that tasteless mush, you would.
âSuit yourself.â He shrugged, completely unfazed, and with the same calm indifference, he took a bite of the ramen himself. Leaning back in his chair, he made himself comfortable, savoring each bite like he had all the time in the world. The room was suddenly filled with the sound of his quiet chewing, and your irritation spiked.
âWhat the hell?â you muttered, glaring at him as he continued to eat in silence.
He glanced at you, the corner of his lips twitching as if he found this whole situation amusing. âYou said you didnât want it. So, Iâm eating it.â His tone was maddeningly casual, as if the fact that you were lying there in a hospital bed while he enjoyed a meal meant absolutely nothing to him.
âIââ You started, but your words stuck in your throat. Was he doing this on purpose? You glared at him, eyes narrowing, your frustration palpable. Without thinking, you grabbed the nearest pillow and hurled it at him with all the strength you could muster.
It hit him square in the chest, the force of it barely making him flinch, but it was enough to get his attention.
âJust eat somewhere else!â you snapped, your voice raising a bit louder than you intended. âNot near me. Youâre making me feel nauseous,â you added, feigning an exaggerated gag as you pressed your hand to your stomach, though in truth, your frustration was more mental than physical.
Sunghoon paused, chopsticks halfway to his mouth, his gaze flickering over to you. For a split second, you saw something in his eyesâsomething like amusement, or maybe even disbelief. But then, just as quickly, it was gone, replaced by his usual blank, indifferent expression.
âAlright, alright,â he muttered, pushing his chair back a few inches as if to placate you. He continued eating though, leaning further back, seemingly unbothered by your outburst.
You watched him in silence, your hands clenching the hospital blanket in frustration. How could someone be so infuriating? Every fiber of your being screamed to tell him off, to shout at him for being so... so... indifferent.
But deep down, you knew you couldnât push him too far. As much as you hated it, this guy and his filthy rich family were the ones footing your hospital bills. Without them, youâd be in deep trouble, maybe even kicked out by now. You needed to be civilâjust civil enoughâto keep this uncomfortable arrangement going. But that didnât mean you had to like it.
As Sunghoon continued eating, you couldnât stop your mind from wandering. Your job. What the hell were you supposed to tell your workplace? They were going to fire you for taking such a long break, werenât they? You were already behind on rent, behind on everything. And now, because of him, you were going to lose the only shred of stability you had left.
You glanced at him again, annoyance bubbling up inside you. This was all his fault.
Every second he stayed here, pretending to be remorseful, pretending to careâit only fueled your hatred more.
After finishing up his food, Sunghoon finally stood up from the chair, and for a blissful second, you thought he was about to leave. Peace, at last.
But no. You watched in dismay as he turned toward the door, only to return moments later with another steaming bowl of foodâsomething undoubtedly made by his annoyingly talented personal chef again. Your stomach growled involuntarily at the sight of it, but you werenât about to give him the satisfaction of knowing you wanted it.
Just as you were about to shoot him a glare, the nurse caring for you entered the room, pushing a small tray cart with the dreaded hospital food on it. Great. She offered a brief, polite smile as she placed the tray on your bedside table. The food looked even worse todayâif that was even possibleâbland and unappetizing, the kind of meal that probably hadnât seen salt or seasoning in years.
âHere you go, sweetie. Make sure you eat something,â the nurse said warmly before quickly leaving the room, clearly unaware of the ongoing battle of wills between you and Sunghoon.
As soon as the door clicked shut, you looked over at him. He was watching you, his elbow lazily perched on the arm of the chair, his hand supporting his chin. A slow, amused smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. That damn smirk. The one that made you want to throw something at himâif it werenât for your fractured leg keeping you bedridden.
âThank you,â you muttered halfheartedly, reluctantly picking up the plastic spoon that came with the hospital food. You took a bite of the mushy, tasteless concoction, and immediately regretted it. It was like eating wet cardboard. You fought hard not to gag, your throat tightening as the flavorless blob slid down.
Sunghoon chuckled quietly from across the room, his eyes never leaving you. âI thought you wanted hospital food?â he teased, leaning forward just a little as if to get a better look at your suffering.
You made a face, a sickened grimace pulling at your lips as soon as the nurse was out of sight. The taste was vile. And worse yet, Sunghoon seemed to be thoroughly enjoying watching you struggle.
âWell?â he asked, raising an eyebrow, his smirk widening. He knew you didnât want the hospital food. He knew, and that only seemed to make this entire situation even more entertaining for him.
Your pride was the only thing stopping you from throwing the tray out the window and devouring the meal he brought, but your body was betraying you. Your stomach growled again, loud enough for Sunghoon to hear. He chuckled, clearly amused by your stubbornness.
Before you could protest, he moved closer, balancing the bowl of ramen on his knee as he picked up his chopsticks. With an exaggerated nonchalance, he twirled some noodles around the chopsticks and brought them to your lips.
âHere,â he said, voice soft but teasing. âJust try it.â
You stared at the chopsticks hovering in front of you, your resolve weakening. The savory scent of the ramen was intoxicating, and before you knew it, your body betrayed you once again. You leaned forward and took a bite, unable to resist the warm, perfectly seasoned noodles. The difference in taste was almost enough to make you groan in relief.
Sunghoonâs smirk deepened as he watched you chew, his eyes glinting with amusement. âThatâs a good girl,â he murmured, the words rolling off his tongue with a teasing lilt.
Your eyes snapped up to meet his, and you glared at him through a mouthful of ramen. âDonât call me that,â you muttered, voice muffled as you chewed.
âWhy not?â He tilted his head slightly, his lips quirking up in playful curiosity. âYou donât like being called a good girl?â
âItâs cringe,â you replied shortly, swallowing the bite. âJust... feed me, dude.â
He raised an eyebrow at the casual âdudeâ and let out a soft snort of laughter. âDonât âdudeâ me,â he shot back, his tone playfully offended. He twirled more noodles around the chopsticks and held them up for you again.
You glared at him but leaned in for another bite, chewing slowly, savoring the flavor. Dammit, the ramen was good. Stupid rich kids and their personal chefs.
âWhy canât you be nice to me for just one second?â he asked, his voice light but with an edge of genuine curiosity.
You scoffed, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. âMaybe because you literally got my leg fractured.â
He let out a low sigh, his face softening as he leaned back in the chair, one hand resting lazily on his thigh while the other still held the chopsticks. âThat was a mistake.â
âA mistake that cost me my life,â you shot back, your voice laced with bitter sarcasm. You gestured to your leg, propped up awkwardly with a cast. âI canât work. Iâm stuck here. All because of you.â
He winced slightly, but it was brief, his calm expression returning just as quickly. âYeah, but Iâm paying for your bills and feeding you gourmet food. I think that counts for something.â
âOh, wow. Thanks. I guess Iâm supposed to be grateful that youâre throwing your money at the problem you caused,â you said, sarcasm dripping from every word.
He leaned in again, closer this time, his face just inches from yours as he held up the chopsticks with a piece of soft-boiled egg. âYou need protein to recover,â he said with mock seriousness, as if that somehow excused everything.
You gave him a long, unimpressed stare but opened your mouth reluctantly, letting him feed you the egg. It was delicious, of course.
Your bickering continued, the tension between you palpableâpart frustration, part something you didnât want to examine too closely. As much as you hated to admit it, there was something almost... comfortable in this strange back-and-forth. Even if he was insufferable. Even if he had ruined your life. There was something about the way he teased you, the way he looked at you with that annoying smirk, that was... unsettling in a way you couldnât quite describe.
âNext time,â you muttered between bites, âjust donât call me a good girl.â
Sunghoon grinned, eyes glinting with amusement. âWeâll see.â
A WEEK HAD PASSED,
AND SOMEHOW, THIS GUY,
PARK SUNGHOONâ
Had become an inescapable shadow in your life. He was always around, lingering like a ghost in the corner of your hospital room, and frankly, it was getting on your nerves. Youâd half expected him to get bored and move on, but no, he was persistent. Today was no exception, as he casually strolled in, dressed far too well for someone who supposedly had nothing better to do.
As if the universe wanted to test you even more, you suddenly realized you needed to use the bathroom. Perfect. With a fractured leg and several other annoying injuries, it wasnât exactly a simple task to just get up and go.
Your eyes flickered over to Sunghoon, who, as usual, was making himself comfortable in the chair beside your bed, scrolling through his phone like he had all the time in the world. How does he not have work? you wondered. But then again, he was rich. He probably was the bossâno one to yell at him for skipping out.
An idea popped into your head, one so devious it made you almost grin. If you were stuck in this hell because of him, then he was going to suffer for it, too.
âI need to use the washroom,â you said, your voice dripping with forced sweetness. You shot him a smile so sugary it could give someone a cavity.
He looked up from his phone, raising a single eyebrow, his expression both confused and slightly suspicious. âAnd why are you telling me this?â His tone was casual, but you could tell he was wondering what you were up to.
You resisted the urge to roll your eyes. Did he really not get it?
âWell,â you said, shrugging your shoulders nonchalantly, âbecause youâre going to help me get there.â
Sunghoonâs face twisted into an expression of disbelief, the confusion deepening as he stared at you. His brows furrowed, and he glanced from you to your cast, clearly trying to make sense of the situation. âCanât you just call the nurse?â he asked, his voice filled with exasperation.
You shrugged again, acting as though the answer was obvious. âThe nurse is probably busy with other patients. Youâre here, so... help me.â
For a moment, Sunghoon just stared at you, realizing that this was your revengeâyour small, petty way of getting back at him. You could see the gears turning in his head as he weighed his options, but ultimately, he sighed, knowing full well this was his fault. He couldnât say no. Not this time.
He stood up from his chair, slipping his phone into his pocket, and walked over to you. âFine,â he grumbled under his breath, though there was a subtle trace of amusement in his voice. âLetâs get this over with.â
You smirked, raising your arms toward him in a silent, exaggerated demand for help. He gave you a lookâone that said he knew exactly what you were doingâbut he bent down anyway, carefully placing his arm around your back to help you sit up.
His movements were surprisingly gentle as he shifted you, mindful of your injuries. For a moment, you almost forgot you were supposed to hate him, but the memory of your fractured leg came rushing back as you awkwardly stood, balancing on your good leg while he held you up.
âYouâve done this before, right?â you teased, leaning a bit more heavily on him than necessary.
He rolled his eyes but didnât answer, his grip tightening around your waist as he helped you off the bed. âJust donât fall on me,â he muttered, his voice laced with mild frustration.
You let out a small, fake gasp. âAre you afraid of a little contact, Sunghoon?â you asked, your tone dripping with mock innocence.
His jaw clenched slightly, but he ignored your jab, shifting his weight to better support you as he guided you toward the bathroom. âGosh, why canât you just call the nurse like a normal person?â he groaned, sounding far more exasperated now that he was actually having to deal with you.
âBecause,â you said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, âthis is your fault. You got me into this mess, and now you get to deal with it.â
He sighed again, clearly trying his hardest not to snap back at you. You could practically hear the patience draining out of him as he helped you into the bathroom, your body leaning heavily on his arm as you hobbled on one leg. His other hand hovered near your cast, careful not to jostle it.
Once you were inside the small bathroom, he slowly backed out, giving you space but not before shooting you a deadpan look. âYou good?â
You smirked, biting back a laugh. âIâll let you know when Iâm done.â
Sunghoon closed the door behind him with a soft click, but not before calling through the wood, âJust yell when youâre finished, Your Highness.â
Leaning against the bathroom sink, you couldnât help but smile in satisfaction. Revenge tasted sweet, even if it was petty. You knew Sunghoon didnât want to be here, playing nurse, but it felt good to trouble himâjust a little.
You took your time, prolonging your stay in the bathroom for as long as possible, savoring the knowledge that Sunghoon was waiting outside. Maybe it was childish, but it made you feel a bit better, if only for a moment.
As you lingered in the bathroom, relishing in your small, mischievous victory, Sunghoon's voice rang out from the other side of the door, his tone laced with irritation.
âYou done?â he called out, his voice slightly muffled through the door.
You smirked, leaning your head back against the cool tile of the bathroom wall, debating whether to prolong this little game. But fate, it seemed, had other plans for you. In your attempt to stand up properly, your balance wavered. Your injured leg buckled slightly, causing you to slip, creating a loud thud that echoed off the walls.
âOh God?! Did you break your leg again?â Sunghoonâs voice immediately shifted from annoyance to a surprising edge of concern. You could hear the door handle jiggle as he attempted to open it.
In a panic, you yelled back before he could barge in. âDonât even try! I havenât pulled my pants up!â Your voice wobbled between panic and embarrassment, heat rising to your cheeks despite yourself.
There was a brief pause, followed by a mixture of relief and exasperation in his tone. âSeriously?â
You could practically feel his embarrassment from behind the door as he rubbed the back of his neck, caught between wanting to help and this awkward situation. âThen pull them up!â he said, as though that solved everything. The sheer audacity of his tone made your eye twitch.
âListen, boy,â you snapped, your voice dripping with sarcasm and frustration. âIf I could pull them up, donât you think Iâd be able to walk out? Iâm literally stuck on the floor. And itâs disgusting down here!â
His groan was audible through the door, no doubt paired with him running a hand over his face in disbelief. âAre you serious right now?â he muttered, more to himself than to you.
The back-and-forth bickering continued for what felt like forever, with you calling out orders and him grumbling on the other side of the door. After what seemed like an eternity, you finally gave up trying to maintain any shred of dignity in this situation.
âOkay, I pulled them up! Now, help me get out of here,â you finally yelled, exhausted from the struggle.
Sunghoon let out a deep, exaggerated sigh of relief, one that almost made you want to smack him if it werenât for your current predicament. âPhew, finally.â You could practically hear him rolling his eyes.
The door opened, and Sunghoon stepped inside with a mix of irritation and amusement. He bent down to help you, slipping his arm around your waist once more, lifting you up with practiced ease. You let out a small huff as he guided your weight against him, his warm hand steadying you as your body adjusted to standing again.
Without another word, you wobbled toward the sink, more than ready to return to the bed, but you couldnât just ignore the fact that your hands were still dirty. Sunghoon kept his arm around you as you leaned over the sink to wash your hands, his eyes narrowing as he observed what you were doing.
"You..." he started, trailing off, his eyes slowly widening in horror. âYou havenât washed your hands yet, have you?â
You glanced up at him through the mirror, raising an eyebrow. âObviously not. I fell, genius,â you muttered, as though this was the most obvious thing in the world.
Sunghoonâs face instantly paled, his eyes darting from his hands to yours, his expression shifting from shock to absolute disgust. He immediately let go of you, stepping back like youâd just told him you had the plague.
âYou did NOT just touch me with unwashed hands,â he said, his voice a mix of horror and disgust as he dramatically recoiled. His hand hovered in the air, shaking slightly, before he rushed to the other side of the sink, furiously scrubbing his hands with soap, as though he were trying to rid himself of every possible germ.
Watching him panic was somehow immensely satisfying, a smug grin curling your lips as you watched him suffer in disgust. âEww, eww, eww!â he muttered to himself as he scrubbed, his face twisted in revulsion.
âServes you right,â you quipped, leaning back against the wall, watching him frantically rinse his hands as though his life depended on it.
âYouâre disgusting,â he shot back, glaring at you through the mirror, but the corner of his mouth twitched as though he were trying hard not to smile.
"Donât act like I planned to fall, Sunghoon,â you retorted, crossing your arms as you continued to lean on him for support, your smirk never faltering. âBut seeing you in painâthis... disgustâI gotta admit, it feels kinda good.â
He shot you a look, half exasperated and half amused, running a hand through his hair. âYouâre something else,â he muttered, shaking his head as he helped you back toward the bed.
As much as you wanted to hate him, there was something oddly... endearing about his reaction. The tension between the two of you simmered beneath the surface, a strange mix of frustration, amusement, and something else you refused to acknowledge.
âI know,â you said, smirking as you let him help you lie down on the bed again. âIâm the best kind of trouble.â
Sunghoon scoffed, rolling his eyes, but there was a flicker of something in his gazeâsomething that made the air between you shift. For a moment, the banter fell silent, replaced by an unspoken tension. You both looked away at the same time, the quiet hum of the hospital room filling the space where your words had been.
It wasnât hatred, not anymoreânot exactly. It was something far more complicated than that.
AGAIN,
The next week went by in a haze of frustration, playful revenge, and shared irritations. What had started as your deep-seated hatred for Sunghoon for causing your fractured leg evolved into something less easy to define. It became a bizarre game of you tormenting him with every small inconvenience, while he reluctantly dealt with the trouble, almost as if he believed he deserved it. You had no idea why he kept coming back, why he hadn't just left you to the hospital staffâyet here he was. Every day. Helping you.
And today? Today, you were bored out of your mind, sick of the sterile walls of your hospital room and the bland hospital gown clinging uncomfortably to your skin. The thought of sitting in that stiff bed for another minute was unbearable. Naturally, you decided Sunghoon should suffer the consequences of your boredom too. After all, he was the reason you were here in the first place.
âTake me out for a walk,â youâd said earlier, putting on your best guilt-trip face. âItâs the weekend, you have time. Iâve been stuck here for days.â
Sunghoon, standing at the foot of your bed with an exasperated sigh, had rubbed his temples as if debating whether to throw you into the wheelchair himself or just walk out. But he didn't. With a reluctant grunt and a muttered âFine, whatever,â he agreed, grabbing the wheelchair from the corner and helping you into it.
Now, as he pushed you down the hospital hallway, your eyes gleamed with mischief. Your fractured leg was propped up awkwardly, wrapped in thick layers of bandages, and your body was still healing, but you were reveling in making him work for it.
"The garden!" you demanded, pointing outside through the glass doors like a queen giving orders to her servant.
Sunghoon, visibly tired from both the physical effort and the mental strain of dealing with you, gave a long-suffering sigh. âYou enjoy this,â he muttered, his voice barely hiding the annoyance beneath. It wasnât a question. He knew you were having way too much fun making his life difficult.
You didnât answer him. Instead, you leaned back in the wheelchair with a smug grin, watching the trees and flowers of the hospital garden come into view. The warm sunlight kissed your skin, a far cry from the cold hospital walls. This, oddly enough, felt freeing. And it was even better knowing Sunghoon was stuck with you through it. He owed you, after all.
As you rolled along the gardenâs paths, you caught sight of something from the corner of your eyeâflashes. The unmistakable click of cameras. Paparazzi.
Your smile widened. You remembered the lies Sunghoon had told the nurseâhow he had casually, with that infuriating confidence, claimed you were his girlfriend to save face. He was wealthy, privileged, and undoubtedly terrified of the media catching wind of the real storyâthat he was the one who crashed into you and got you in this mess.
A WICKED IDEA BLOOMED IN YOUR MIND.
Without warning, you let out a loud, exaggerated sob, your shoulders shaking dramatically as you hid your face in your hands. The sound echoed across the garden, loud enough that even the photographers several feet away perked up, their lenses immediately focusing on you.
Sunghoon immediately froze, halting the wheelchair in confusion. âWhat are you doing?â he asked, his brow furrowing as he moved to your side, kneeling down beside you. His eyes darted around, realizing the attention you were drawing.
But you didnât stop. You cried even louder, your voice cracking as you spoke, âItâs because of you! You ruined me! You ruined my life!â Your words were over the top, a dramatic sob story for the cameras.
Sunghoonâs eyes went wide with panic, his expression a mix of horror and disbelief as the realization hit him like a ton of bricks. He glanced over at the paparazzi, whose cameras were now flashing like crazy, capturing every tear, every quiver of your voice. âYouâre kidding, right?â His voice was low, trying to keep his cool but clearly rattled.
You shot him a look through tear-filled eyes that could have won you an Oscar for Best Actress. âI canât believe you did this to me,â you sobbed again, clutching your leg for dramatic effect. âAll because you werenât paying attention!â
He leaned in closer, his voice barely above a whisper as he desperately tried to contain the situation. âPlease, donât do this,â he pleaded, his eyes darting nervously between you and the flashing cameras.
But you werenât done. Oh no. You were just getting started. âI shouldâve never trusted you!â you wailed, loud enough for the photographers to pick up every word.
Sunghoonâs jaw clenched, panic flooding his features as the paparazzi moved closer, their cameras capturing every second of your breakdown. He looked desperate, and it was almost... satisfying. Watching him squirm under the weight of his own lies felt like sweet revenge.
You were just about to spill the whole truthâabout how heâd been the one to hit you with his motorbike, how heâd been pretending you were his girlfriend to save his reputationâwhen Sunghoon, clearly sensing what you were about to do, suddenly placed his hand firmly over your mouth, silencing you in an instant.
Your eyes widened in shock as his palm pressed against your lips. Without saying a word, he grabbed the wheelchair handles with his other hand and started pushing you back toward the hospital entrance, ignoring the flurry of camera flashes now going wild as the paparazzi captured the scene.
You muffled against his hand, glaring at him furiously as he practically ran down the hospital pathway, steering you out of sight from the media frenzy.
He didnât stop until you were back inside the hospital, away from prying eyes. When he finally removed his hand from your mouth, you gasped, shooting him a withering glare.
âWhat the hell, Sunghoon?!â you yelled, still breathless from the intensity of it all.
He turned to face you, his expression a mixture of frustration and something you couldnât quite place. âWhat the hell? Are you insane?! You were going to ruin me out there!â
âI should ruin you!â you shot back, crossing your arms as best as you could in the wheelchair. âYou deserve it!â
His face softened for just a split second, a flicker of something unreadable passing through his eyes. âYeah, maybe I do,â he muttered, running a hand through his hair. âBut donât think for a second Iâm going to let you drag me down that easily.â
You stared at him, caught off guard by the sudden tension between youâsomething beyond the irritation, beyond the bickering. Something you werenât quite ready to acknowledge.
He turned away, gripping the wheelchair handles once more as he moved you back toward your room in silence. And as much as you hated him, you couldnât help but feel something else too.
As Sunghoon pushed your wheelchair back into the hospital, you couldnât help but notice the other patients scattered throughout the halls. Most were older, their faces worn with the kind of wisdom you only get from enduring the passage of time. You saw them glance your way, eyes lighting up with admiration, clearly assuming that you and Sunghoon were some kind of tragic but loving couple, destined to overcome hardship together.
Ha. As if.
There wasnât a drop of love here. The very thought made you internally cringe. If only they knew the truthâthat Sunghoon was the reason you were in this wheelchair in the first place. That this whole âboyfriend-girlfriendâ facade was just a cover-up for his recklessness. But, no. To them, he was probably some knight in shining armor, dutifully pushing his beloved around the hospital.
You caught a glimpse of an elderly woman giving you a soft smile, and you had to suppress the urge to roll your eyes. This wasnât a fairytale romanceâit was a mess. A tangled, ridiculous mess.
Sunghoon finally maneuvered you back into your hospital room, the wheels of the chair squeaking as he parked it beside your bed. He bent down, his fingers curling around the handles of the wheelchair as if ready to help you out. For a brief second, you could see the faint lines of stress etched into his face, the way his jaw was clenched just a little too tightly.
Before he could do anything, though, his phone buzzed. He glanced down at the screen, eyebrows knitting together in a frown. He hesitated, clearly debating whether or not to answer, but eventually muttered, âIâll just take this real quick.â
He stepped away, answering the call with a curt, âYeah?â His voice was low, tense. As the conversation unfolded, you heard snippets of his replies: âI know better,â and âIâm an adult,â followed by a string of sighs. You couldnât hear the other person on the line, but you could guess. It was probably one of his parents, likely lecturing him for spending so much time around you. After all, why would the rich, polished Sunghoon waste his precious time with some girl heâd accidentally injured?
But the truth was, Sunghoon couldnât just up and leave you. Oh no. The media was already onto you both, snapping pictures every time you were in public together. If he suddenly disappeared now, theyâd think he was the kind of guy who bailed on his girlfriend just because she got injured. His reputation would plummet faster than youâd hit the ground earlier.
Still, was it the truth? That Sunghoon didnât want to be around you?
The reality was more complicated. You couldnât even imagine calling him a friend, let alone anything more. This was a weird, temporary arrangementânothing else.
âIâll be back,â Sunghoon muttered under his breath, still distracted by his phone. Without a second glance in your direction, he hurried out of the room, his footsteps echoing down the hallway as he disappeared.
Wait. What?
You blinked, staring at the empty space where he had been just moments ago. Did he seriously just walk out without helping you get back into bed? Your mouth fell open in disbelief.
âAre you kidding me?â you whispered to the empty room.
You waited, expecting him to come back any minute now, to walk in with that same frustrated expression and a sarcastic apology on his lips. Five minutes passed. Then ten. Fifteen. Nothing.
An entire hour dragged by, and stillâno Sunghoon. The nurse was nowhere to be found either, probably off on her rounds, leaving you completely and utterly alone.
The frustration boiled inside you. There was no way you were going to stay trapped in this wheelchair any longer. It wasnât comfortable, and the bedâdespite being stiff and unwelcomingâlooked like heaven compared to the cold seat you were stuck in.
Taking a deep breath, you decided to do it yourself.
Carefully, you placed your hands on the armrests, trying to hoist yourself up. Your fractured leg protested immediately, the dull ache turning into a sharp pain, but you ignored it. You couldnât afford to fall, not now. You just had to get onto the bed.
One step. Then another.
You winced as your good leg took the brunt of your weight, wobbling unsteadily. It was like trying to walk a tightrope while holding a stack of plates. Your body swayed, arms trembling as you gripped the bed frame for support. Almost there. You could feel the edge of the mattress pressing against your fingertips.
And thenâyour foot slipped.
With a sickening thud, you fell face-first into the mattress, your body collapsing awkwardly against the bed frame. Pain shot through your leg as you let out a sharp gasp.
âDamn it!â you cursed under your breath, your voice muffled by the bedspread. âSunghoon, this is all your fault!â
You lay there for a moment, too stunned and too furious to move. How could he just leave you like that? The idiot was probably off taking some important call while you were stuck in this miserable situation. Your hatred for him simmered again, bubbling to the surface like boiling water ready to spill over.
With a groan, you tried to push yourself up, your muscles straining as you fought to get into a proper position on the bed. Your face burned with embarrassment and anger. All you could think about was how Sunghoon was going to get an earful whenâifâhe ever came back.
But, despite the frustration, there was something else gnawing at the edges of your thoughts. Something you didnât want to acknowledge. Something about the way his expression had softened just before he left, like he wasnât entirely indifferent to you. Like there was something there, beneath all the sarcastic quips and exasperated sighs.
No. You shook your head, refusing to entertain the idea. This wasnât some clichĂŠ hospital romance where the guy who ruined your life suddenly became your savior. Sunghoon wasnât some misunderstood prince charming. He was just... Sunghoon. Annoying, frustrating, and absolutely the last person you wanted to deal with.
Still, as you lay there, face buried in the hospital bed, you couldnât help but feel that gnawing frustration twisting into something else. Something far more complicated.
THE NEXT DAY PASSED IN A HAZE.
And the day after that.
And another day.
Each one crawled by, dragging itself through hours that felt like days. But Sunghoon didnât return. Not a text, not a call, not even a shadow of his presence outside your hospital room. You didnât want to admit it, but his absence gnawed at you. Was he sick? Had something happened? Why the hell were you even wondering about it?
You shouldnât care.
You didnât care.
In fact, you should be overjoyed if he had caught some miserable flu. Orâbetter yetâif he had gotten into trouble of his own for once. Youâd be happy. Relieved, even.
Right?
Except, you werenât. Something unsettling tugged at the back of your mind. Maybe it was guilt, maybe it was the fact that he hadnât said a word before disappearing. But the more you tried to push the thought away, the more it latched onto you.
And then the door to your hospital room creaked open, a slow twist of the knob announcing a presence you hadnât expected.
In walked a woman.
Her aura screamed wealth, a kind of quiet, effortless opulence that you recognized instantlyâthe tailored coat, the way her silk scarf draped perfectly over her shoulders, and most notably, her glasses. You had never seen anyone wear glasses that looked like they cost more than your entire hospital stay.
She didnât spare you much of a glance at first, too busy taking off her glasses with a dismissive flick of her wrist. But as soon as her eyes met yours, you felt the air shift. Her gaze was sharp, calculating, and instantly made you sit up straighter in bed, pressing your back against the headboard.
Was this Sunghoonâs mother?
The question popped into your mind, but the answer came without you having to ask. Her next words confirmed everything.
âSo, youâre that girl,â she said, her voice clipped as her eyes flickered over you. It wasnât even a question, more of a statement. You were that girlâthe one her son had dragged into this mess. You shifted uncomfortably under her gaze, but somehow managed to muster some sarcasm.
âYeah, the girl your son fractured the leg of,â you shot back, the words leaving your mouth with a little too much venom. But, realizing this was probably not the time for jokes, you cleared your throat.
The woman didnât look amused. Instead, she merely hummed, clearly not interested in exchanging pleasantries.
âIâm here to talk,â she said flatly, ignoring your tone entirely. Her eyes, sharp as ever, stayed fixed on you, not even bothering with an introduction. You could hear some faint commotion outside the room, likely the nurses eavesdropping, curious about the sudden appearance of such an elegant woman.
âOkayâŚâ you replied, scratching the back of your neck nervously, your mind already racing. What could she possibly want?
Without a hint of hesitation, Sunghoonâs mother stepped closer to your bed, pulling something out of her bagâa cheque. She laid it on your blanket-covered lap with a kind of quiet authority that made it clear this wasnât a negotiation.
âTake this,â she said, her voice calm but firm. âAnd leave my son.â
You blinked, staring at the cheque in disbelief. Was this really happening? It felt like a scene ripped straight out of a cheesy drama. Your mouth opened to respond, but before you could, she continued, her tone icy and business-like.
âIf the media says anything, tell them the two of you broke up because of something you did.â
The words hit you like a slap. So this was it, huh? A payoff. A quick exit plan for the inconvenience you had become. Without thinking, you picked up the cheque. Shamelessly, even. You werenât going to pretend like you werenât curious. Your eyes widened slightly as you glanced at the amount.
It was a lot.
Enough to cover an expensive surgery. Heck, enough to completely change your lifeâyour face, your identity. Maybe even start fresh. Your heart raced for a moment, but then a sneaky idea popped into your head. Maybe you could push this a little further.
âI canât take this,â you muttered, putting on your best âreluctantâ act. You hoped it came off as genuine, like you were too noble to accept a bribe. You glanced up at her from under your lashes, waiting to see her reaction.
For a split second, her eyes narrowed, and thenâwithout a wordâshe reached into her bag again, pulling out another cheque. This one was double the amount of the first.
Your internal grin nearly split your face in two.
âIâll take it,â you replied immediately, the words leaving your mouth faster than you could process them. You grabbed the second cheque, abandoning any pretense of hesitation. This was too good to pass up. Who cared about Sunghoon? You werenât even his girlfriend. You didnât owe him anything, and this was way too much money to let go.
Sunghoonâs mother arched a brow, a small smirk curling at the corner of her lips. âYouâre smart,â she said, her voice dripping with a patronizing kind of approval. Before you could even react, she patted your head like you were some kind of obedient puppy. The gesture made your skin crawl, but you forced yourself to stay still, biting back the urge to snap at her.
With that, she turned and strode out of the room, her heels clicking against the tiled floor in a rhythm that oozed confidence and control. You watched her leave, the door closing with a soft click behind her.
For a moment, the room was silent, save for the distant chatter outside the door. You glanced down at the cheques in your hands, the weight of them sinking in.
You couldnât help but laugh under your breath. This was it. After years of living in that godforsaken orphanage, of scraping by, of enduring the endless bullyingâyou were finally getting a break.
Who knew a fractured leg could be this profitable? If this was what came from one little accident, maybe getting hit again wouldnât be the worst thing in the world.
At least you knew one thing for sure: money beats boys. Every time.
YOU EXPECTED TO NEVER SEE SUNGHOON EVER AGAIN. In fact, you had made peace with itâor, at least, you thought you had. But that didnât stop the daily ritual that had developed between you, Wonyoung, and Hanni.
They sat on either side of your hospital bed, a swirl of indignation and venom, bitching relentlessly about the guy who had caused all of thisâSunghoon.
At least you had your friends. They were here, taking time out of their lives to be by your side, and if that wasnât love, you didnât know what was. Wonyoung sat perched on the edge of the hospital bed, her legs crossed with effortless grace, while Hanni lounged at the foot of your bed, absently stroking your hair like you were a cat. They had barely paused for breath since theyâd walked into the room, diving headfirst into their favorite topic: how much they despised Sunghoon.
"I mean, the guy just fractures your leg and disappears without so much as a note?" Wonyoung scoffed, her voice dripping with disbelief as she flung her arms in the air like she wanted to strangle him. She shot you a look that said how could you have possibly put up with this idiot?
âAnd letâs not forget,â Hanni added, leaning forward conspiratorially as if Sunghoon might somehow hear them through the walls, âheâs probably just out there living his little rich boy life while youâre stuck in here, waiting for your leg to heal.â
She shook her head in disgust, fingers still lightly grazing your scalp. âRich bastards are always like this,â she muttered under her breath, giving you a soft pat like she was reassuring you that you werenât alone in your suffering.
You could feel a smirk tugging at the corner of your lips, watching the two of them fuel each otherâs fire. Neither of them had actually met Sunghoon, but they hated him with the burning passion of a thousand suns, and honestly, it was kind of hilarious to watch.
âI know, right? Like, how dare he?â Wonyoung continued, practically vibrating with indignation. âDoes he think just because heâs rich and pretty, he can just act like that and not have any consequences?â
Her eyes narrowed, lips pulling into a thin line, as she mimicked slapping someone in the air. âIf I ever see him, I swear to god Iâm going to knock some sense into that stupid, spoiledââ
âOh, please,â Hanni interrupted with a snort. âIf you ever saw him, you'd probably get distracted by how disgustingly handsome he is and forget all about punching him.â
Wonyoung blinked at her, feigning innocence. âMe? Never. Iâm immune to pretty boys.â
âSure.â Hanni teased, rolling her eyes. âTell that to your last crush.â
You couldnât help but laugh softly at their bickering, the sound surprising you. It was strange how comforting their presence was, even though all they seemed to do was rip into Sunghoon. Not that you minded, of course. They were rightâhe deserved it. Completely.
âŚRight?
You listened as they went back and forth, each taking turns trashing him for his ghosting act. The more they bitched, the more venomous their words became, but somewhere deep down, you couldnât help but feel a small, annoying tug of⌠something else.
Sure, you hated Sunghoon. You absolutely detested him. He had caused this whole mess, fractured your leg, and then vanished into thin air without so much as a âSorry, hope youâre doing okay.â The guy didnât even have the decency to send flowers. Who does that?
But⌠still. A part of youâa very, very tiny partâmissed him. Even though he was infuriating. Even though heâd probably caused you more stress than anyone else in your life. You couldnât shake the strange pang of absence, the way the hospital room felt oddly emptier without him awkwardly hovering around like your personal nurse. Maybe it was the fact that, for a few fleeting moments, youâd been able to annoy the hell out of him and enjoy watching him fumble over basic hospital tasks. There was a twisted kind of satisfaction in making a guy like himâa spoiled, oblivious rich boyâtake care of you.
But more than that, you missed having someone to direct your frustration at. As much as you enjoyed watching Wonyoung and Hanni tear him to shreds on your behalf, it wasnât quite the same.
âSeriously, though,â Hanni said, dragging you out of your thoughts, âI bet heâs out at some fancy restaurant right now, eating caviar or whatever rich people eat, without a single thought about you.â
Wonyoung huffed, leaning back on her elbows. âProbably. You know, I bet heâs never even eaten instant ramen. Can you imagine?â
You snorted. âYeah, because the moment he tastes anything less than five-star cuisine, his delicate palate might collapse.â
Wonyoung laughed, but then her expression grew more serious. âItâs just messed up, though. He leaves you here to rot, and for what? Did he even like you?â
You shrugged, trying to keep your tone light. âWho knows? I think I was just a⌠distraction for him.â
âThatâs even worse,â Hanni said, crossing her arms. âHonestly, you shouldâve asked for more when his mom came by with that cheque. They owe you a hell of a lot more than just money after all this.â
Wonyoungâs eyes widened. âWait, his mom came here? And gave you money?â
âOh, right. I forgot to mention that part,â you said, suppressing a grin as you leaned back against your pillow. âYeah, his mom basically bribed me to stay away from him. Two cheques, actually.â
Hanniâs jaw dropped. âYouâre kidding.â
âWish I was,â you replied, the grin breaking free. âApparently, I was such a nuisance that she wanted to pay me off to disappear from Sunghoonâs life for good.â
Wonyoung let out a low whistle. âDamn. You shouldâve held out for a third cheque.â
âHonestly,â Hanni added, shaking her head in disbelief. âRich people are something else.â
You laughed, a bit more genuinely this time, as they continued to bitch about Sunghoon and his high-society family. But despite the humor and the camaraderie, there was still that nagging feeling. That tiny, irritating itch in the back of your mind.
You didnât miss himânot exactly. But maybe, just maybe, you missed the chaos that came with him. And, unfortunately, chaos had a way of finding its way back.
You just didnât know it yet.
âWoah, I didnât expect you to bad bitch about me the second I disappear,â came a familiar voice from the doorway, smooth and dripping with sarcasm. You didnât even have to turn your head to know who it was. The all-too-familiar dramatic hurt expression was already imprinted in your mindâthe same one Sunghoon wore whenever he wanted to be the center of attention, which was, frankly, all the time.
You snapped your head in his direction, and there he wasâleaning casually against the doorframe, arms crossed as if he hadn't just walked in unannounced, with that smug smirk plastered on his ridiculously perfect face. His brows were raised in mock disbelief, his lips twisted into an amused pout, as if he'd caught you red-handed in the act of a crime. How dare you talk about me when Iâm not here? his expression screamed. But it wasnât just that. No. Sunghoon looked⌠annoyingly good.
The worst part? He knew it.
Hanni and Wonyoung, who had been enthusiastically leading the charge in your anti-Sunghoon crusade just moments ago, froze mid-rant, their jaws practically hitting the floor. The air thickened with awkward tension, the kind that made your stomach do a weird flip. You glanced at your friends, fully expecting them to keep up the bitching. Surely, they wouldnât back down nowânot after all the trash-talking theyâd just unleashed on his name, right? But when you turned to look at them, all you saw were wide eyes and flushed cheeks.
Wait a minute. Were they⌠shy?
Hanni was the first to break. Her voice, usually sharp and unfiltered, faltered as she stared at Sunghoon like he had descended from the heavens. âWere we talking about him?â she whispered under her breath, as if you hadnât just spent the last ten minutes cursing his existence. She blinked, clearly taken aback by his presence. So handsome, soâ you could practically hear her thoughts scrambling for coherence.
Wonyoung, on the other hand, was shamelessly gawking. Gone was the fire-breathing dragon ready to rip Sunghoon to shreds. Instead, she was wide-eyed, as if sheâd never seen a human so beautiful in her life. âUhâŚâ She trailed off, her brain short-circuiting under his gaze. So much for being immune to pretty boys.
You huffed, rolling your eyes at their sudden change of demeanor. Traitors.
Before you could say anything, Sunghoon took a leisurely step into the room, his presence practically swallowing the space whole. âYour mom told me to stay away from you,â you muttered under your breath, glaring at him in the hopes that it would somehow send him running for the hills. As if mentioning his mother would magically undo his annoying existence. âAnd by the way,â you added, âIâm not giving that money back. No way.â
Sunghoonâs smirk only widened, the infuriating bastard. âWell, yeah,â he said nonchalantly, as if discussing the weather, âshe told you to stay away from me, but Iâm still allowed to stay close to you. Youâre not the one initiating this.â He shrugged, as if his logic was sound and you were the one being difficult.
You stared at him, dumbfounded. What? You actually had to tilt your head back to process that nonsense. Was he serious? You blinked, glanced up at the ceiling as if the answer to his ridiculous statement might be written up there, and then back at him.
He wasnât joking.
You were about to retortâabout to remind him just how absurd that soundedâwhen you glanced at your two supposed best friends, expecting them to jump in and tear him a new one. But instead, they were still sitting there, suddenly very preoccupied with⌠being shy? Their gazes darted anywhere but at Sunghoon, as if he was some untouchable, otherworldly figure they couldnât dare criticize anymore.
You scoffed under your breath. Unbelievable.
âWellâŚâ You tried to gather your thoughts, but before you could finish, Hanni shifted beside youâby accident, of courseâand her elbow brushed against your injured leg. Pain shot through your body, and you winced, sucking in a sharp breath. âOw!â
Immediately, Sunghoon was at your side, crossing the room in a flash, his expression now serious as he kneeled beside you, his hands hovering over your injured leg. âAre you okay? Let me see.â
Your instinct was to push him awayâto tell him to back off and leave you alone. The last thing you needed was him fussing over you like he actually cared. But you were injured, and Sunghoon had the upper handâliterally. His fingers gently pressed against your leg, checking to see if you were in pain, and despite your best efforts, you couldnât stop him. You tried to shove him off, but he was stronger, and your body wasnât exactly in fighting shape.
âStopââ you muttered, but your voice was weak. And, truthfully, despite how much you hated him, you let him check because⌠well, he was good at it. Annoyingly good.
Hanni, meanwhile, had the audacity to mutter under her breath, âShouldâve brought popcorn. This is hella interesting.â She shot you a guilty look, clearly aware that sheâd caused the whole thing by bumping into your leg, but that didnât stop her from thoroughly enjoying the drama unfolding right before her eyes.
Wonyoung, who had somehow recovered from her stunned silence, leaned back and muttered, âRight.â She was watching the whole scene play out like she was stuck in the middle of some romantic comedy, her eyes darting between you and Sunghoon like she was waiting for the inevitable kiss scene.
âWerenât you two on the #hatehim team?â you hissed, glaring at both of them as Sunghoon finally pulled back, satisfied that your leg wasnât worse off than before.
Wonyoung blinked innocently, already gathering her things. âI donât know what youâre talking about.â
âYeah,â Hanni added with a shrug, standing up and brushing imaginary dust off her jeans. âWeâre just, uh⌠neutral parties.â
Before you could even comprehend what was happening, they both stood, gathered their bags, and exchanged quick looks like they had just silently agreed on something. In unison, they made their way to the door, Wonyoung gesturing for Hanni to follow her like they were in some secret mission.
âWaitâare you leaving?!â you called after them, your voice laced with disbelief.
Hanni flashed you an apologetic smile, but her feet didnât stop moving. âWeâll see you later! Good luck!â
With that, the two of them excused themselves, slipping out of the room like nothing had happened, leaving you alone with Sunghoon. You blinked after them, incredulous. They had changed their minds way too fast. How the hell did that even happen? Just ten minutes ago, they had been ripping Sunghoon apart, and now? Now they were acting like he was some kind of romantic hero who had fallen from the stars to sweep you off your feet.
You sighed, sinking back against your pillow.
But even as you stared at the door, trying to figure out how your two best friends had suddenly betrayed you, the nagging worry crept back into your mind. The cheques. You couldnât help but glance at Sunghoon out of the corner of your eye, wondering if he would tell his mom about this little reunion. You would kill him if the money got taken back.
And just like that, Sunghoon was once again at the center of your frustrationsâalways, always causing trouble.
THE FACT THAT THE SUNGHOON â the only son of Park Corporationâhad re-entered your life wasnât exactly a secret, nor did it stay hidden from the one person who mattered most: his mother. There was no way sheâd let this slide. And just as you predicted, not long after Sunghoon's unexpected return, his mother showed up at your hospital room door once again, this time with backup.
And by backup, you meant Sunghoon's older cousin brother, Jay. A man whose only crime, as far as you could tell, was being related to the Park family. If Sunghoon was infuriating, Jay seemed like heâd rather be anywhere else but here. His discomfort radiated off him like a bad cologneâtoo strong, and kind of pitiful. His eyes darted nervously around the room, like he was scared to make eye contact with you. Honestly, you werenât even sure if he knew why he was there.
Mrs. Park nudged him sharply, her manicured nails digging into his arm. âTell her,â she hissed, clearly fed up with his lack of initiative.
Jay, however, looked more like he was preparing for a high school speech than an intimidating favor-demanding confrontation. He rubbed the back of his neck, looked down at his palm, probably reciting some mental script he had prepared on the way here, and cleared his throat awkwardly.
âUh⌠soâŚâ
You raised an eyebrow. Was this really happening? The Park Corporation sent this guy? This was their best shot at trying to intimidate you? First, Sunghoon barges into your life like a hurricane, and now his cousin shows up, looking like heâs one deep breath away from fainting. Honestly, you felt bad for Mrs. Park. How did she expect these two to run a massive conglomerate? You stifled a laugh, pity almost bubbling up in your chest.
Before Jay could stumble through another word, though, the door burst open, and in walked the person you least wanted to see. Of course. Of course Sunghoon had perfect timing. He always seemed to show up when things were about to get interesting, like some messed-up alarm system that detected whenever you were about to make some extra cash off his familyâs dramatics. You barely blinked before he was standing there, arms crossed, leaning against the doorframe as if he hadnât just barged in.
âJay,â Sunghoon muttered, his tone heavy with disappointment, âYou too?â
Jay immediately straightened up, as if trying to salvage what little pride he had left. âYour mom asked me to. Trust me, I didnât want to do this.â He stepped back, throwing his hands up as though he were surrendering to the inevitable.
Sunghoonâs mother, however, had zero patience for this nonsense. She let out a dramatic sigh, pressing a hand to her temple as if dealing with two grown men acting like toddlers was giving her a migraine. âWhat else could I do when my son is wasting his time on this?â She waved a hand in your direction, as though you were an unpleasant distraction from Sunghoonâs otherwise charmed life. Her voice dripped with irritation, as though you were personally responsible for ruining her perfectly laid plans.
You paused mid-bite, glancing at her with an amused smirk. She had brought her sonâs cousin to what? Scare you? Threaten you into backing off? You leaned back against the pillows on your hospital bed, casually spearing another piece of the expensive meal Sunghoon had brought you earlier. A luxurious spread, by the way. How thoughtful. You chewed slowly, savoring both the food and the unfolding chaos in front of you. It was like watching a soap opera, but better, because it was real. And because you were the center of it.
Sunghoon ran a hand through his hair, visibly annoyed by his motherâs theatrics. âThis again? Seriously, Mom?â His gaze flickered toward Jay, who was doing his best to blend into the wallpaper. âYou got Jay involved in this?â
âHe didnât have a choice,â Mrs. Park snapped, crossing her arms over her chest. She stood in the middle of the room, clearly expecting to command the entire situation with her presence alone. âI canât just stand by while you throw away your future onââ She glanced at you with disdain, the kind only a Park could muster. âThis girl.â
You snorted, taking another bite of food. âThis girl is sitting right here, you know.â
Sunghoonâs eyes flicked to you, briefly softening in what might have been sympathyâor maybe annoyance. Hard to tell. Either way, he turned back to his mother, exasperation bleeding into his voice. âIâm not âthrowing awayâ anything. Youâre making a big deal out of nothing.â
His mother wasnât having it. âYouâve been running around for days, ignoring your responsibilities for this⌠this situation!â She gestured dramatically toward you as if you were some scandalous tabloid headline.
You set down your fork and raised an eyebrow. âItâs cute that you think you can still control him.â
Sunghoon gave you a look that screamed youâre not helping.
Mrs. Park glared at her son, then at you, her lips pressing into a thin line. âThis isnât about control,â she said icily, her voice sharp enough to cut glass. âItâs about ensuring you donât ruin your life over some impulsive decision.â
Jay, meanwhile, looked like he wanted to melt into the floor. He kept glancing between the three of you, clearly regretting every single decision that led him here. He took a step back, slowly edging toward the door, clearly hoping no one would notice him escaping.
âOh, no you donât,â you said, your voice teasing but firm, âYouâre part of this mess now, Jay.â
His eyes widened in mild panic. âIâI donâtââ
But before he could defend himself, Sunghoonâs mother cut in, âJay, tell her.â She prodded him again, practically pushing him into the spotlight.
Jay rubbed the back of his neck, eyes darting around the room like he was looking for an exit. âUh, look, I⌠I donât really want to do this, butâŚâ He paused, throwing an apologetic look your way, âCan you just⌠maybe think about backing off? Just⌠consider it? For me?â His voice was pleading, clearly not cut out for this whole intimidation thing.
Sunghoon groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose as if this entire situation was giving him a migraine. âThis is ridiculous.â
âIs it?â His mother snapped. âYouâre wasting your time. There are other priorities for someone in your position.â
Sunghoonâs patience was clearly wearing thin, his jaw tightening as he responded. âYou keep saying that. But youâre not listening to me.â
You couldnât help but laugh, low and quiet, as you continued to enjoy the spectacle. The three of themâSunghoon, his mom, and Jayâbickering like some dysfunctional family sitcom, while you sat back, fully immersed in your gourmet meal.
âThis is better than TV,â you muttered to yourself, watching as they tried to one-up each other.
Mrs. Park shot you a death glare, but you just smiled back innocently, because really, what was she going to do? Take your meal away?
Sunghoonâs gaze flicked toward you again, and for a moment, there was a hint of something softer in his expression. Frustration, maybe. Or something that bordered on concern. He opened his mouth to say something, but Jay, finally finding his courage, jumped in again.
âYou know,â Jay said, sounding more desperate than threatening, âthis would all be easier if we just⌠moved on. You know?â
Sunghoon raised an eyebrow, looking unimpressed. âEasier for who?â
Jay hesitated, clearly realizing he was in over his head. His shoulders slumped, clearly realizing that he wasnât getting out of this aliveâfiguratively, at least. His eyes darted back and forth between you and Sunghoon, probably weighing whether it was safer to keep talking or to just bolt. He ended up choosing the safer route: silence.
Sunghoon, on the other hand, was far from done. His gaze sharpened as he turned toward his mother, who was glaring at him with the ferocity only a woman scorned by her own son could muster.
âIâm serious, Mom,â Sunghoon said, voice tense but controlled. âYou canât keep barging into my life like this. Itâs not going to work.â
Mrs. Park scoffed, a bitter laugh escaping her lips. âI barged into your life? Are you kidding me, Sunghoon? Youâre the one who keeps throwing everything away for⌠for her,â she spat, pointing an accusing finger in your direction.
You almost choked on your food but managed to swallow it down, raising your hands in mock surrender. âWhoa, hey. Donât drag me into this. Iâm just eating.â
Sunghoonâs gaze flicked back to you for a moment, his expression softening. It was brief, but there was something almost apologetic in his eyes before he looked back at his mother.
âWhatever you think is going on here, itâs not what you think,â Sunghoon said, his voice taut with frustration. âIâm not âthrowing anything away.ââ
Mrs. Parkâs jaw tightened, her nostrils flaring as she crossed her arms over her chest. âYouâre wasting your time, Sunghoon. You should be focusing on the company, your future, not this⌠whatever this is.â
She waved a dismissive hand in your direction, and you couldnât help but laugh at the absurdity of it all. You werenât exactly a fan of being treated like some pesky side project Sunghoon needed to get rid of, but the whole situation was too ridiculous to take seriously.
âSo, what,â you said, leaning back in your bed, eyes flicking between the three of them, âYouâre all here toâwhat? Threaten me? Make me back off? Because I gotta be honest, this isnât working.â You gestured toward Jay, who looked like he wanted the floor to swallow him whole, and Mrs. Park, who was glaring daggers at you.
Sunghoonâs mother took a step forward, her eyes narrowing dangerously. âIâm not here to play games with you, girl. Iâm here to ensure my sonâs future. Youâre nothing but a distraction.â
âOuch,â you muttered, feigning hurt. âYou really know how to make someone feel special.â
Sunghoon rolled his eyes, running a hand through his hair, clearly exasperated with the whole ordeal. âMom, youâre not helping. Just⌠stop, okay?â
âHelping?â Mrs. Park echoed incredulously, as though the very idea was laughable. âYou think Iâm not helping by trying to save your future from her?â
You were starting to get a little irritated, even if the whole situation was more laughable than threatening. âLook, I donât know what fantasy land youâre living in, but Sunghoon is the one who came to me. Not the other way around. If youâre so worried about his future, maybe start with him.â
Sunghoon gave you a look that said please stop fanning the flames, but you were past caring at this point. Youâd had enough of this woman coming into your life and treating you like you were some common gold-digger. She didnât know the half of it.
His mother, however, seemed immune to reason. She shot her son a glare. âYouâre throwing your life away, Sunghoon. I raised you better than this.â
And finally, something in Sunghoon snapped. His usually calm demeanor cracked as he stepped forward, his voice low and sharp. âNo, what you did was control my entire life. And guess what? Iâm done. Iâm not a kid anymore, and I donât need you micromanaging every decision I make.â
His motherâs eyes widened in shock, clearly not expecting this outburst. Even Jay looked taken aback, his mouth opening slightly in surprise.
You raised an eyebrow, leaning back and crossing your arms over your chest. This was getting good.
âSunghoonââ
âNo, Mom. Stop,â Sunghoon cut her off, his voice unwavering. âYouâre not doing this because you care about me. Youâre doing this because you care about your image. About the companyâs image.â
His mother recoiled as though sheâd been slapped, her perfectly manicured nails curling into fists at her sides. âHow dare youââ
âHow dare I?â Sunghoon laughed bitterly. âYouâve been treating me like a business deal my whole life, Mom. This isnât about me. Itâs about you.â
The room fell silent, the tension so thick you could practically feel it pressing down on your chest. Sunghoonâs mother stood frozen in place, her face a mixture of fury and shock.
Jay, sensing the growing hostility, started inching toward the door again, but before he could make his grand escape, Mrs. Park turned to him, her voice cutting through the silence like a blade. âJay, weâre leaving.â
Jay practically tripped over his own feet in his eagerness to comply. He glanced at you brieflyâan apologetic look that almost said sorry for the dramaâbefore scurrying out of the room behind his aunt.
Mrs. Park paused in the doorway, turning to throw one last glare in your direction. âThis isnât over.â
You raised an eyebrow, nonchalantly taking another bite of your meal. âLooking forward to round two.â
She glared, and with a sharp turn, she stormed out, slamming the door behind her. The sound echoed through the room, leaving behind a silence that felt heavier than the bickering that had just taken place.
For a moment, neither you nor Sunghoon spoke. He stood there, still reeling from the argument, his jaw clenched, shoulders tense. You swallowed the last bite of your meal, wiping your mouth with a napkin as you glanced up at him.
âWell,â you said, breaking the silence with a wry smile, âthat was fun.â
Sunghoon didnât respond at first, his eyes focused on the floor, as if trying to gather his thoughts. Finally, he let out a heavy sigh, running a hand through his hair again. âIâm sorry,â he muttered, his voice low.
You tilted your head, watching him carefully. âFor what?â
âFor all of⌠this,â he said, gesturing vaguely toward the door where his mother and cousin had exited. âI didnât think it would get this bad.â
You shrugged, leaning back against the pillows. âIâm used to it. Your momâs not exactly my biggest fan.â
âThatâs putting it mildly,â Sunghoon muttered, the corner of his mouth twitching into a small, humorless smile.
A beat of silence passed between you, the tension slowly dissolving now that the storm had passed. But there was still something unspoken lingering in the air, something that felt heavier than the drama with his mother.
You glanced up at him, meeting his eyes. âSo⌠what now?â
Sunghoon hesitated, his gaze softening as he looked at you. For the first time, there was no sarcasm, no playful banter. Just the weight of everything unsaid between the two of you.
âI donât know,â he admitted quietly, his voice raw. âBut I do know one thing.â
You raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to continue.
âIâm not going anywhere,â he said, his tone firm, his eyes locked on yours. âNo matter what she says. No matter what anyone says.â
Your heart skipped a beat at the intensity in his voice, but you kept your expression neutral, not wanting to give anything away. âThat sounds like a lot of trouble for nothing.â
Sunghoon stood by the edge of your hospital bed, arms crossed over his chest, his tall frame casting a long shadow over the room as the dim light from the ceiling flickered slightly. His gaze was a mix of disbelief and frustration, but there was an edge of something softer, something unreadable, as if he wasnât quite sure whether to laugh or get defensive at your latest jab.
"Anyways, aren't you the heir?" You muttered, the words slipping out casually as you fiddled with the blanket, your tone attempting to sound neutral. But deep down, you knew exactly what you were doing. Trying to reason with Mrs. Parkâdespite her endless insultsâwasnât out of some newfound respect for her. No, this was a survival tactic. Sunghoon might equal trouble, but his mother? She was the gateway to all those fat cheques. You knew better than to entirely burn that bridge, even if it was hanging by a thread.
Sunghoon raised a brow at you, clearly not expecting the sudden change in direction. "You think she's worried about me?" he scoffed, almost incredulous.
You shrugged nonchalantly, refusing to meet his gaze for too long. "I just think⌠maybe she's concerned about your future," you muttered, your words laced with an attempt to seem logical, though your true motive lay elsewhere. You tugged the hospital blanket tighter around your legs, which still ached from the accident. A small price to pay for someone like him smashing into you.
He leaned against the wall, his stance casual but his expression anything but. "Future?" Sunghoon repeated, almost bitterly. He huffed before muttering under his breath, "I'm a racer."
You nearly choked on your own breath at that. A racer. The very notion of it was absurd, especially given how he ended up here with you in the hospital in the first place.
"No wonder she's worried." The words slipped out before you could stop them, your voice barely audible, but loud enough for him to catch. You glanced at him through the corner of your eye, noticing how his expression morphed from mild irritation to downright disbelief.
âWhat do you mean, âno wonder sheâs worriedâ?â He demanded, straightening up, arms uncrossing as he took a step closer to you, like youâd just accused him of being some criminal mastermind.
You didnât even try to stifle the small smirk tugging at the corners of your lips. "Come on, Sunghoon. Letâs be real for a second. You're not exactly... the best driver." You gestured lazily towards your leg, which was propped up in a cast. âEven on a motorbike, you managed to get my leg broken.â
He let out a deep sigh, frustration evident in the way he rolled his eyes, muttering, âShut up,â under his breath, though the edges of his lips twitched upwards for a second. He hated that you had a point. But there was no real venom in his words, just mild annoyance, the kind that came from knowing someone had you cornered.
He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, his gaze drifting from you to the small bouquet of flowers on the side table, then back to you. His posture screamed discomfort, as if he wasnât used to being in such close proximity to his own vulnerability. After a long pause, he finally asked the question youâd been dodging for a while now, his voice dipping into something almost concerned. âBut why were you drunk, though? I mean, they found alcohol in your tests that day."
Your breath hitched for a moment, but you quickly waved it off, eyes flicking away to avoid his gaze. "I just had a bad day, okay?" The words came out a little too quickly, a little too defensive, and you knew it wasnât the full story. But the last thing you wanted was to dive into your own mess, especially not with him.
Sunghoon didnât push further, his gaze softening slightly, but he wasn't one to leave a conversation dangling for too long. âWhy were you speeding, though?â You shot back, raising an eyebrow in return. If he was going to dig into your mess, you had every right to poke at his.
The corner of his mouth twitched nervously as he chuckled, his usual bravado faltering for a split second. You knew something was up. Sunghoon never got nervous. Not like this.
"Well..." he started, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly, his eyes darting away from you, unable to maintain eye contact for too long.
âWell?" You pressed, folding your arms across your chest as you waited for whatever ridiculous excuse he had to offer.
Sunghoon let out a small, almost embarrassed laugh. "My dad saw me riding," he muttered. "So I was kinda in a hurry."
For a second, you just stared at him, blinking in disbelief. "Thatâs it?" you asked, your voice tinged with disbelief. "Your dad saw you riding, and that made you speed? You didn't even bother to stop when you crashed into me?â
He fidgeted slightly, clearly uncomfortable under your scrutinizing gaze, but he shrugged helplessly. "I didnât see you, okay? I was too busy trying to avoid him."
You couldn't help but roll your eyes, sinking back into your pillows with a sigh. âThat's it? And here I thought you were doing drug deals or something.â
The sarcasm in your voice was unmistakable, though you couldn't help but laugh at how ridiculous this whole situation had turned out to be. For someone who was supposedly the heir to a powerful corporation, Sunghoon had a way of complicating the most straightforward situations.
He blinked at you in disbelief, the tips of his ears turning red. "What? Drug dealing? Really?" he muttered, crossing his arms again as he leaned against the bed frame, clearly not impressed by your comment. But his reaction only made you grin wider.
You shrugged, a smirk tugging at your lips. âI mean, with how secretive youâve been acting, who could blame me for assuming the worst?â
Sunghoon huffed, shaking his head in mild exasperation, though the ghost of a smile lingered on his face. "Trust me, my life is complicated enough without any of that.â
âComplicated, huh?â you echoed, your gaze drifting toward him. His posture had relaxed slightly, but there was still an air of frustration hanging between the two of you. You could tell there was more to the story, more that he wasnât saying.
But you werenât one to push, not when you had your own secrets buried deep.
You let the conversation die down after that, the room filled with a quiet sort of tension that wasnât entirely uncomfortable. Sunghoon stayed by your side, despite everything, leaning against the frame of your bed as his eyes softened, watching you finish your meal with quiet focus. And for a moment, the tension between you eased, like the storm had passed, leaving behind a fragile calm.
But even in the silence, you couldnât help but notice the small gesturesâthe way his fingers absentmindedly drummed against the bedpost, the way his gaze lingered a little too long on you when he thought you werenât paying attention. There was something between you two, a line that neither of you wanted to cross, yet both kept flirting with.
And for the first time, the thought of it didn't scare you.
THE NEXT MORNING,
Sunlight filtered through the blinds, casting a soft glow across the sterile white walls of the hospital room. The monotonous hum of the machines, the occasional beep from the heart monitor, and the muted footsteps of nurses outside became the background symphony of your stay. You blinked your eyes open slowly, your body stiff from yet another restless night, and as your vision adjusted, the familiar dull ache in your leg grounded you back into the reality youâd been living for the past few days.
BUT TODAY, SOMETHING WAS DIFFERENT.
As you shifted slightly, careful not to agitate the cast on your leg, your gaze fell to the chair beside your bed. There he wasâPark Sunghoon, slouched in the chair with his head resting against the armrest, his mouth slightly parted as soft, steady breaths escaped his lips. His long legs were sprawled out in front of him, one arm draped lazily across his stomach while the other rested close to yours, mere inches from the side of your bed. The sight was enough to make your breath hitch.
Heâd stayed. Again.
For days, he had made this hospital room his second home, despite the biting remarks and the cold distance that had defined your relationship thus far. As if it was some kind of duty he couldnât escape, some obligation he had to fulfill for the sake of his reputation or his family. At least, thatâs what you convinced yourself. Thereâs no way he actually cares.
Still, you couldnât help but wonder, especially in moments like this, when his face was stripped of its usual bravado, his guard completely down. He looked⌠peaceful. Innocent, even.
âIf I didnât know you were doing this for your reputation,â you murmured softly, barely above a whisper, âI wouldâve thought you loved me.â
The words hung in the air, heavy and laced with something unspoken, something you werenât quite ready to confront. You didnât mean for him to hear itâhe was asleep, after allâbut there was a strange comfort in voicing the thought aloud, even if only to yourself.
You found yourself leaning a little closer, the distance between your bed and the chair barely enough to separate you two. Your fingers moved almost of their own accord, hesitating at first, before gently tracing the sharp line of his jaw. His skin was warm under your touch, soft despite the cold exterior he often portrayed. Your heart gave a nervous flutter as your finger ghosted over the delicate curve of his cheek, down to the bridge of his nose, and finally stopping at his lips.
Your breath caught as you stared at themâsoft, slightly parted, and so close. There was something about this moment that felt dangerously intimate, a line you werenât sure you should be crossing. But before you could pull away, his fingers wrapped around your wrist, warm and firm, halting your retreat.
Your heart stilled, the world suddenly reduced to the quiet space between the two of you. Sunghoon's eyes fluttered open slowly, his lashes casting faint shadows across his cheeks. He blinked once, twice, before his sleepy gaze focused on you, still hazy with the remnants of sleep. His grip on your wrist tightened ever so slightly, but not enough to hurtâjust enough to keep you from escaping.
âWhat are you doing?â he asked, his voice low and raspy from sleep, the kind of voice that sent shivers down your spine. His words hung in the air, thick with confusion but also curiosity, as if he wasnât entirely sure whether to be offended or amused.
Your mind scrambled for an explanation, anything to diffuse the tension suddenly filling the room. "There was a mosquito," you blurted out, your voice barely steady, attempting to sound casual as you tugged on your wrist, but he didnât let go.
His brow arched in suspicion, though there was a hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "A mosquito⌠on my lips?â he questioned, the incredulity in his tone barely masked by amusement. He pushed himself up from the chair, his hand still holding yours, and in a fluid motion, he was leaning over the side of the bed, closerâmuch closerâthan he had any right to be.
The proximity was suffocating. You could feel his breath fan across your face, warm and steady, each exhale sending a fresh wave of heat across your skin. His dark eyes, still half-lidded with sleep, were locked onto yours, and for a split second, you forgot how to breathe. The space between you was so small, so intimate, you could practically hear the rapid beat of your own heart pounding in your ears.
Your face flushed crimson, the heat crawling up your neck as if youâd been caught doing something far worse than tracing his face. You swallowed hard, every nerve in your body suddenly on high alert, every muscle tensing under his intense gaze. "There⌠was something in my eye," you stammered, quickly averting your gaze as you finally pulled your hand away from his grip, your fingers trembling slightly as they found refuge behind your palms. You could feel the burn of embarrassment creeping up, your hands covering your face as if that could somehow hide the fact that you were blushing furiously.
Sunghoon, on the other hand, seemed entirely unfazed by your flustered state. He stood there for a moment longer, watching you with a mix of amusement and something deeper, something unreadable. He straightened up, stretching his arms above his head lazily, as if the moment that just passed was nothing more than a casual conversation.
But you knew better. There was something unspoken between you two, something that neither of you were ready to admit, but it lingered in the air, thick and undeniable.
"Something in your eye, huh?" he murmured, a teasing lilt to his voice as he glanced down at you, his lips curving into a small, knowing smile. He reached out, brushing a stray lock of hair from your forehead with a casual familiarity that sent another wave of heat rushing to your cheeks.
You peeked through your fingers, still hiding most of your face as you mumbled, "Shut up."
He chuckled softly, the sound low and warm, and for a moment, the tension in the air eased, replaced by something lighter, something teasing but⌠comfortable.
But even as he turned away, walking towards the window to stretch his legs, the ghost of his touch still lingered on your skin, and you couldnât shake the feeling that maybeâjust maybeâthere was more to Sunghoonâs presence by your side than just reputation.
The clock on the wall ticked steadily as the midday sun spilled golden light into the hospital room, brightening the sterile white space that had become your temporary home. You sat on the edge of the bed, the nurseâs soft, encouraging voice still echoing in your ears after she had just removed your cast. The air felt electric with anticipation; you could finally walk again!
Sunghoon hovered by your side, his expression a mix of curiosity and concern, his brows furrowing slightly as he studied you. âAre you ready for this?â he asked, a teasing lilt in his voice, but the seriousness behind it was unmistakable. You nodded enthusiastically, your heart racing with excitement. It felt like a monumental momentâlike the first step of many to reclaiming your independence.
With the adrenaline coursing through you, you stood up, a determined grin stretching across your face. But as you took your first step, everything shifted dramatically. Your foot wobbled, and before you knew it, you were tumbling forward, hitting the floor with a thud that echoed around the room.
âUgh!â you groaned, your cheeks burning with embarrassment as you lay there, staring up at the fluorescent lights.
Sunghoon rushed forward, worry etched across his features, but before he could say anything, Wonyoung and Hanni burst into laughter, their giggles ringing like chimes through the room.
âOh my god! Did you really just fall?â Hanni wheezed, nearly doubling over as she struggled to regain her composure.
âLooks like someone needs a little more practice!â Wonyoung added, her laughter infectious as she bent down to help you up, her hands extending towards you.
You couldnât help but laugh a little at yourself as they pulled you back to your feet. âThanks, guys,â you mumbled, trying to hide your flushed cheeks.
As they waved goodbye, still chuckling, Sunghoon remained behind, a bemused expression on his face. âThat was quite the entrance,â he said, crossing his arms over his chest as he leaned against the wall, a playful glint in his eye.
âShut up,â you retorted, trying to brush off your embarrassment as you plopped back onto the bed, sulking a little. âIâm still getting used to this.â
âCome on, you canât let a little tumble discourage you!â Sunghoon grinned, stepping closer with a theatrical flourish. âI, Park Sunghoon, will be your walking coach! Letâs do this!â He mimicked a sports announcer, waving his arms as if hyping up a crowd. âAnd by the end of this session, you will be the champion of walking!â
You rolled your eyes, suppressing a smile. âI donât need a coach. I just need to not fall again.â
âToo late for that! Youâve already set the bar pretty low,â he teased, a playful smirk dancing across his lips. He leaned in closer, his eyes sparkling with mischief. âBut donât worry; Iâll help you reach new heights, or at least keep you from faceplanting again.â
With that, he extended his hand towards you, a gesture of encouragement. You hesitated for a moment, your heart fluttering as you met his gaze, but the absurdity of the situation was too much to resist. Taking a deep breath, you grasped his hand, feeling the warmth of his skin against yours.
âOkay, Mr. Walking Coach. Show me the way,â you said, trying to sound more confident than you felt.
He positioned himself next to you, his grip firm yet gentle. âFirst lesson: Keep your center of gravity low. Think like a ninja! Light on your feet!â
You couldnât help but snort at his ridiculousness, the tension of your earlier fall dissipating as you stood next to him. âNinja? Really? You think Iâm going to be stealthy when I can barely stand?â
âExactly! Youâre going to be a stealthy ninja who, like a graceful gazelle, glides across the floor!â he exclaimed, his arms gesturing dramatically as he took a step back to give you space.
With his comedic antics distracting you from your nerves, you took a tentative step forward, wobbling a bit but managing to keep your balance. âSee? Look at me! Iâm practically a gazelle!â you proclaimed with mock bravado, your voice tinged with sarcasm.
âGorgeous! Absolutely majestic!â Sunghoon exclaimed, feigning applause as you took another step. âBut you know, a gazelle might want to avoid falling on its face. You should really work on that.â
You shot him a glare, but a smile broke through your facade. âYouâre such an idiot.â
âThatâs why Iâm here!â he laughed, inching closer again, still holding your hand to steady you. âNow, letâs go for round two. This time, no falling!â
With a deep breath, you focused on your balance, your heart racing not just from the thrill of standing but from the way his warm hand felt enveloping yours. You took another step, then another, Sunghoonâs encouraging words ringing in your ears, his steady presence anchoring you.
But with every shaky movement, reality set in. You were acutely aware of the gulf between the two of youâthe wealth and expectations that surrounded his life, the disparity that loomed like a shadow over this moment of laughter and lightness. He was an heir, bound for greatness, while you felt like a mere accident in his world.
âJust a few more steps,â he encouraged, a slight frown creasing his forehead as he sensed your hesitation. âYouâre doing great!â
With his support, you managed to make a few shaky strides, laughter bubbling up with each unsteady movement. âMaybe Iâll actually be able to walk out of here after all,â you joked, feeling lighter with each step.
âSee? I told you! Youâre going to be my ninja walking prodigy!â he laughed, his eyes bright with excitement.
But as the moment drew on, a bittersweet realization sank in. Once you were well enough to leave, his part in your story would fade into the background like a forgotten dream. You could already picture itâa world where he resumed his life, his responsibilities, leaving you behind like a chapter closed.
Yet here you were, the two of you intertwined in this moment, laughing and learning how to walk again, and for a fleeting second, you wished it could last just a little bit longer.
THE DAY HAD FINALLY COME,
THE ONE YOU DREADED MORE THAN ANYTHING.
Weeks had passed, and despite all the mental notes you made to remind yourself that this was temporary, you couldnât shake the attachment youâd developed to Sunghoon. Maybe it was the routine, maybe it was the fact that he had been there every step of the way while you healed, or maybe, it was something else entirelyâsomething more dangerous.
You watched from a distance as Sunghoon handled your final hospital bill. The cold sterility of the hospital didnât bother you as much as the thought of walking out of it without him by your side. He paid the fees like he had promised from the start, his sleek credit card effortlessly handling the expenses that you knew would have financially crippled you otherwise.
You tried to convince yourself that this attachment, this gnawing feeling of loss before he even left, was simply because you had spent too much time with him. After all, you practically lived together for months. But even telling yourself that over and over again didnât stop the sting behind your eyes, the prickling of tears that threatened to spill.
You took a deep breath and wiped them away quickly, just as you saw him walking towards you, his tall figure cutting through the hospital corridor with ease. His face was calm as usual, though his eyes held a quietness that made your chest tighten. You forced a smile, the same one you always gave him, but this time, it carried a weight of sadness you couldnât shake.
At least Mrs. Park wasnât here. You couldnât imagine how much worse youâd feel with her scrutinizing every little move, every interaction, like she was tallying it up in some invisible ledger. But in this quiet space, where it was just you and Sunghoon, you started to believe that maybe⌠just maybe, he was worth more than the money she flaunted, more than the reputation you helped him protect.
He smiled back at you, but even that felt distant, as if the finality of this moment weighed on him too. His hand rested casually on your shoulder, the same way it had for the past few weeks, a gesture of familiarity that was once just for show in front of others, but now⌠now it felt different.
As you walked out of the hospital together, the flashing of cameras and the swarm of paparazzi waiting outside hit you like a tidal wave. They were here, of course they were. The media had been all over thisâyour fake relationship, the story of his girlfriend who nursed him back to health after an accident. None of them knew the truth. None of them knew that the only reason you were here was because of a fractured leg caused by that same accident. It had all been to protect him from public backlash, to clean up his image, to shield him from the criticism that would have followed.
But now, as his hand lingered on your shoulder longer than necessary, as he guided you through the crowd, you couldnât help but wonder if maybe, just maybe, it wasnât fake at all. Not anymore.
The car ride back was filled with a silence that felt almost suffocating. You stared out of the window, watching the city blur by, your heart heavy with the realization that this was it. Your leg had healed, the bills were paid, and now Sunghoon was going to disappear from your life just as quickly as he had entered it.
You sighed, the sadness in your chest growing. This was it. The end of whatever this was, of whatever you had convinced yourself wasnât real.
The car came to a stop at a quiet street, far from the prying eyes of the paparazzi. It wasnât your home, not reallyâjust the rented apartment you could barely afford. But it was where you were headed, and it was the place where Sunghoon would say goodbye.
You couldnât stop the sigh that escaped your lips, filled with an aching sadness that even you couldnât fully comprehend. It felt almost comedic, like the setup for some bad joke. The rich boy, the poor girl, the fake relationshipâthey always ended like this, right?
âYou seem to not enjoy getting better,â Sunghoonâs voice broke the silence, his words light, almost teasing, but you could hear the undercurrent of something more.
You let out a short, bitter laugh, not even bothering to hide your emotions anymore. What was the point? âHow could I enjoy it when it meant you would go away?â The words slipped out, raw and unfiltered, before you had a chance to stop them.
He didnât respond right away. Instead, his hands tightened slightly on the steering wheel, his knuckles whitening as he pulled the car over to the side of the road. The soft hum of the engine faded into the background as he turned to face you, his expression unreadable. His eyes searched yours, as if trying to understand the weight of your words.
And then, in one swift movement, he leaned in closer, his breath warm against your ear. âIâll always be there,â he whispered, his voice low, sending a shiver down your spine. âWherever you are, in bad shape or sick, Iâll be there.â
âWhy?â You barely recognized your own voice, so soft, so vulnerable, as if you were afraid of the answer.
His lips were so close now, his breath fanning across your skin, the space between you shrinking to almost nothing. He paused, giving you a chance to pull away, but when you didnât, when you stayed frozen in place, his lips brushed against yours. It was barely a kiss, just the softest touch, like a promise not yet fully spoken.
He pulled back just enough to whisper against your lips, âEven when you get sick, Iâll be there. Waiting for you⌠to get well soon.â
His words were like a balm to your aching heart, but also a dagger to the fear youâd been holding inside. You felt a wave of emotions crash over youârelief, confusion, frustration, but above all, hope.
And just like that, everything between you shifted.
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"Please do our hair, Papa!"
And just like that, their adorable cheeks and flashy grins worked their magic, turning the rare morning without you into a delightful little circus.
It was honestly a travesty, a cosmic joke of the highest order that Sukunaâa man of men, built like he was meant to father sons upon sonsâhad been blessed with two daughters. And not just any daughters but two miniature versions of you.
You used to get so stressed leaving him alone with them but as they grew into their little personalities, you realised it wasnât the girls you needed to worry aboutâit was him.
Sukuna stood in front of the mirror, holding a comb in his hand like it was a foreign weapon, and your youngest, who was perched on a stool in front of him, frowned when she saw that after all his awkward attempts, her hair was still a wild mess.
"Mama doesn't do it like this," she said matter-of-factly. All of four years old but already an expert in hair etiquette, apparently.
He sighed, glancing at her in the mirror with a look of defeat. âWell, guess what? Mamaâs not here,â he gruffed, although his mouth twitched upward in amusement, "So youâve gotta deal with me.â
She pouted as she crossed her little arms, scrunching her nose while giving him the tiniest glare. Sukuna chuckled at the sight. She looked just like you.
âBut Mama doesnât hurt me,â accusatory eyes pierced into her father as if the tugs at her scalp were intentional.
He stopped, deadpan, like he was facing the toughest opponent of his life. âYou think Iâm trying to hurt you on purpose?â He pointed at the comb, âThis thingâs got a mind of its own.â
Your eldest daughter, who had been lounging on the futon and flipping through a picture book, piped up with a smirk, âMama says you need to be gentle, Papa.â
âGentle?â he muttered under his breath. She heard him regardless and nodded back at him.
Another dramatic exhale left his lips. He started again, much slower this time, painstakingly working the brush through his daughterâs hair. âAlright, princess, by the time Iâm done, youâll look so pretty, Mama's gonna be jealous. She might even eat you.â
The youngest giggled at that, wiggling in her stool as Sukuna brushed through the last tangle without any major casualties. As he tied off the braid with a ribbon, he stepped back, standing tall with his hands on his hips, impressed with his own work. âThere,â he said with more confidence than he probably should, âNailed it.â
She gave him a sidelong glance, still skeptical but he could see the admiration she was trying to hide, âItâs⌠okay,â she declared her final verdict. She was acting like it wasnât the best job though her tone said otherwise.
Meanwhile, your eldest, still on the futon, didnât miss a beat. âMama wouldâve done it faster.â
Of course, they adore you. Everyone did. But when you weren't around, Sukunaâwho could wipe out an entire army with a single swipe and set whole villages aflameâfound himself outmatched by a hair comb and two pint-sized versions of the love of his life. Itâs no wonder you were able to tame the girls.
But he caught your eldest sliding a thumbs up from behind her book, her way of sayingâIt looks good, Papa.
And he thinks maybe heâs doing alright. Although, if you were here you wouldâve probably swooped in and rescued him long ago whilst being heavily amused by his struggle. Of the two of you, it wasn't difficult to figure out who was more gentle and patient. He swore you could do motherhood in your sleep and he already knew you would tease him later about this.
âYouâre thinking about Mama, arenât you?â Your eldest asked with a mischievous twinkle in her eye, catching him off guard.
âWhat makes you say that?â He blinked at her. That slyness? Maybe she took after him more than he'd realised.
She shrugged with all the wisdom of a seven year old whoâs already figured out her father. âYou always get that look on your face when youâre missing her.â
Sukuna shook his head, âWell, your Mama makes this look easy.â He went back to inspecting his youngestâs head knowing deep down it was far from the flawless work you wouldâve done, âOkay, princess. Youâre good to go.â She beamed at him and hopped off the stool, happily oblivious to the way the ribbon had already started slipping.
As soon as she scampered off to grab her stuffed bear, he turned his attention to his eldest again, who was quirking her eyebrow and looking every bit like you.
âListen, kid. Donât think youâre getting out of this,â he pointed at the stool while giving her a playful glare, âYour turn.â
a/n: holding all of your hands during these trying times. this has been sitting in my draft since august so im glad it's finally out huehue
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hii!! i love ur blog lol. i saw ur requests were open and i thought maybe id send one in! no pressure at all to do it, thank you for writing what you write (itâs really comforting!) i was wondering if you could do poly!marauders with a reader who is overworking herself for exams/college stuff and is hiding from her boyfriends because she knows theyâll be stern with her and make her take a break? so she tries to evade them but they foil her evil little plan lol. maybe like dom!remus⌠iâm obsessed w him.. just an idea!!!! have an amazing day đŠˇ
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cw: d/s dynamics to be found if you want them to be, mostly they're just bossy
poly!marauders x fem!reader ⥠814 words
There are nice voices seeping into your consciousness. Soft, comforting. You snuggle into the gentleness of their familiar hum.Â
Something moves from underneath your face. You start to open your eyes, slow and reluctant, and when the something is gone your face lands in a warm palm. It feels safe, easy enough to settle into, but as youâre about to let yourself slip away again it strokes its thumb over your cheek.Â
âAngel.â Jamesâ voice sounds almost like heâs trying not to laugh. He thumbs your cheek again. âAngel, hey.â A pause. âShe doesnât seem to want to wake up.âÂ
âSheâs awake,â Sirius says. You feel his hand sweep across your shoulder blades. âCome on, sweetness. This is no place to spend the night.âÂ
You make a disgruntled, whiny sound youâd never allow in full consciousness. Your eyes peel open.Â
âThere she is.â Sirius rubs your back encouragingly.
You blink blearily in the sickening fluorescent light of the library. James is squatting at face-level in front of you, his expression somewhere between fond and pitying, while Remus stands behind him with your backpack over his shoulder. You can see Sirius peering down at you in your periphery, his hand still moving over your back as though to keep you from falling back asleep.Â
There doesnât seem to be anyone else around. It must be late.Â
âOh, no,â you groan, forcing yourself up. Your neck and back crackle as you straighten, making James cringe.Â
âI agree,â Sirius says smoothly. âI too would be devastated if I traded a warm and cozy bed with my loving boyfriends for a hard, cold desk. But donât be embarrassed, thereâs still time to make things right.âÂ
âI didnât mean to fall asleep.â You press the heels of your hands into your eyes, trying to rub wakefulness into them. âIâŚwhereâs my laptop?âÂ
âI have it,â says Remus.Â
âI need it.âÂ
âYouâll get it back tomorrow.âÂ
A slow, heavy anxiety laces your bloodstream. âBut I have to finishâŚâÂ
âDove.â Remusâ voice is stern, though not unkind. âYou have to sleep first. At home.â
You blink, your brain still lagging. âButâŚâÂ
âSweetheart, câmere.â James takes your face in his hand, angling you towards him. He brushes his thumb over the corners of your eyes, then smiles at you. âThere. Sorry, you had crusties. Ready to go?âÂ
âIâŚâÂ
âLetâs go, babe.â Sirius winds an arm around your waist, hauling you up with him. âItâs definitely bedtime.âÂ
James chuckles. âSeems like it. Poor love.âÂ
âWhat about my stuff?âÂ
âIâve got it, dove,â Remus reminds you. He frowns. âWhen was the last time you slept?âÂ
You think back. âLast night.â Was it really only last night? It feels eons ago.Â
âBut for how long?âÂ
âUhâŚâ you wince. âI dunno, a couple hours.âÂ
James makes a low pitying sound, and Remusâ frown worsens. On some level, you know youâd known they would react like this. Probably, youâd even known they were right. It was why youâd been spending as little time at home as possible, catching twenty-minute power naps in library chairs and avoiding your boyfriends.Â
âSweetheart,â Remus sounds tired himself, and guilt sprouts behind your ribcage, âyou canât run yourself ragged like this. Itâs not sustainable. Itâs not going to help with your schoolwork, and itâs awful for you besides. Why are you doing this to yourself?â
You heave a sigh. âI guess I just like living on the edge,â you grumble sardonically.Â
Sirius huffs a laugh. He slots a piece of hair behind your ear. âHey, recklessness is my thing,â he says, kissing your temple. âYou need to get your own thing.âÂ
âSorry.âÂ
âYou need to take better care of yourself,â Remus chides. âYouâve tried your way, and itâs clearly not working. Right?âÂ
Youâre silent. Then Sirius pinches your side, and you squeak, âRight.âÂ
âGood girl.â Remusâ tone warms some with amusement. âSo weâre going to go home, and youâre going to sleep at least eight hours. Then, after you eat and drink something, you can have your laptop back. Okay?âÂ
âOkay.â You want to be more reluctant, but the allure of your boyfriendsâ evil scheme is too tempting to resist. You donât have the energy to fight them on it. âThanks for coming to get me.âÂ
Remus holds the door open for you all to exit the library. As you pass, he cups your cheek with a small smile. âYouâre welcome, dovey.âÂ
âAnd maybe during this next round of studying, you could take a break from time to time,â James suggests lightly. âI havenât had a proper cuddle in days.âÂ
âOi!â Siriusâ chin nearly smacks the side of your head as he whips around to see James. âWhat would you call what we did this afternoon?âÂ
âNot a proper cuddle. Your elbow has probably left a permanent indent in my stomach.âÂ
âThere are people who would pay for a souvenir like that, Jamie.â
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contents ๨ৠâ k. bakugo x fem reader. 1.8k words â domestic fluff. slightly suggestive. â thereâs nothing you and katsuki wouldnât do for your baby girl, and that includes giving her the moon.
âMommy! Mommy!â
âYes angel?â
âI want that thing down!â Your daughter points above you with her tiny finger. The faint chirping of crickets can be heard in the distance, and tall, silken blades of grass tickle the both of your cheeks as you gaze upward at the vast periwinkle sky.Â
A sweet smile spreads across your lips. âYou want me to get the moon down?âÂ
âYeah!âÂ
âAw sweetheart, Iâd get it for you but mommy canât reach that high. Daddy probably can though.â
She pouts at this, and turns away from you to poke her dad who is on the brink of falling asleep again on the other side of her.Â
âDada!â
Katsukiâs eyes flutter open and he groggily faces her, head resting on his folded arms behind him. You bite back a laugh at the crumbs still decorating his cheeks. Sumi was trying to balance Cheeto puffs on his nose earlier before his nap. âWhat âsup bubba?â
She points at the moon again. âGet it down.â
âThat?â Your husband covers his mouth to yawn, glancing up at the darkening sky. Sumi nods excitedly. âMâkay. Was thinking about it when you and mommy started lookinâ anyway.â He says it so casually, like getting the moon for her was a feat as simple as buying a carton of strawberries at the store.
âYay!â Sumi cheers, and he chuckles when she struggles to slip her hand under his arm on the ground to hug it. Katsuki rolls over and she giggles, now sandwiched between the both of you as you hug her.
âSumi, how about you wait inside while Daddy gets it for you?â You suggest. It was starting to get late.Â
âNooo,â Sumi whines. âWanna stay here and watch.â
âYou can have the last cookie in the kitchenâs jar.â
Sumiâs eyes brighten. âThe bear one that looks like dada!â
âThatâs right, sweetheart. The one with his grump grump face.â
âWhoâre you calling a grump grump.â Katsuki scowls, secretly reaching over Sumi to give an affectionate pinch to the softness of your hip and you squeal.Â
âSumi, Daddyâs being mean to mommy!â
Sumiâs face matches Katsukiâs expression from before. âStop that dada!âÂ
Katsuki slyly grins and withdraws his hand, masking his face into an expression that is the definition of innocence. With amusement, you note the little huff of pride he makes seeing Sumiâs tiny scowl, perfectly identical to his. âMommy started it.âÂ
She blows a raspberry at him and wriggles out of his grasp, then gives the both of you pats on the head like youâre misbehaving puppies and finally runs off back into the house.Â
âYou two play nice!â Sumi waggles her finger with as much sternness as a three year old can muster before promptly shutting the door in your faces.
Katsuki meets your eyes with his and the both of you laugh on the grass, breathlessly clutching each other.Â
âI wonder who she takes after more,â you muse between giggles.Â
âDefinitely you.â Katsuki rolls his eyes, bringing you closer to him with his arms snug around your waist.
âWhaaat? No way, I was totally going to say you.â You grin cheekily, eyes going almost comically wide when he kisses you hard on the mouth in response.
âShut up.âÂ
âKiss me again and I will,â you murmur dazedly and he chuckles, muttering something under his breath about you being insatiable despite leaning in to give you another one.
With how close he is, everything is soft eyelashes, the dull thudding of his heart beat synchronizing with yours as his firm chest presses against you, and the warmth radiating from his smooth skin, slowly seeping into your body.
Each movement of your lips brushes his mouth more and more against yours and even after almost a decade of being together, the feeling still makes your brain go fuzzy. All your thoughts melt away. Itâs just you and him.
âKats,â you breathe in warning. His fingers have somehow found their way under your sundress and theyâre mindlessly tracing nonsensical shapes into the small of your back, his other arm still tightly wrapping you in his warm embrace. âI really, really need to go iron your suit for tomorrow. Plus, arenât you supposed to be catching the moon right now, mister?â
âJust ten more minutes,â Katsuki murmurs against your collarbone and you shiver. His voice is still husky with sleep. âAnd I already caught the thing.â
âReally? Proof or youâre lying.â You raise a brow skeptically, and you shouldâve known better than to doubt him when he actually reaches behind him, the wedding ring that he never takes off even to wear his hero costume glinting in the moonlight, to lift up a neatly wrapped up box with a little baby pink ribbon on it.Â
Your mouth drops open in surprise. âWhere the hell did you get that?â
Katsuki grins proudly. âFound it after patrol last week with Eijiro.â
âIt beingâŚ?â
âThe moon.â He sets the box down in front of you. âItâs a night light, âcause I know Mimiâs scared of the dark.âÂ
âAww Katsuki,â you coo, reaching out to caress his cheek. âThatâs so cute.â
He blushes at the pure look of adoration in your eyes, and you canât help but smile when he hides his face in your hair. âSânothinâ. Just getting the best for our little girl.â
Your husband grumbles when you let out that perfect, angelic giggle of yours and rest your hand on his head in response. He was so adorable.Â
The way heâs acting is so similar to how you did at the beginning of your relationship all those years ago in high school, but it seems that as the both of you got older the tables turned and he was the clingier one now, much to the amusement of your classmates and the press when they managed to get ahold of you.
Katsuki lets out a low, content hum as you run your fingers through his soft hair. The both of you lay there, basking in each otherâs touch and comfortable silence.
âCouldnât keep my eyes off of you when you were sunbathing on the beach this morning.â
Your cheeks are warm. âReally?â
âUh-huh.â Katsuki smirks at your expression. âSumi kept smacking me with her damn shovel when we were making sand castles. Stop staring at mommy, it's rude!â He says, mimicking your daughterâs scolding tone.
You laugh at his Sumi impression. âMy girl was trying to teach you some manners!â
âDamn straight.â He grins against your neck, and your cheeks grow hot at the way his teeth lightly graze over your skin. âThatâs why I said sheâs more like you, mommy.â
Your stomach flips against your will and your cheeks burn as you smack his well-muscled chest. âDonât call me that!â
âHah? Am I hearing my wife being embarrassed right now, after everything weâve done? After what we made together?â Katsuki teases. âWhen youâre talking to Sumi you call me daddââ
âWhatâs taking you so long!â Speaking of the little devil, Sumiâs impatient voice floats down to the garden through the open window of her room upstairs. âI want my moon and bedtime story now!â
âWeâre on our way, Sumi!â You call up. Katsuki reluctantly lets you pull away from his arms, and the both of you stand up to dust yourselves off. He groans as he cracks his back next to you.
âDonât think weâre nursing home age just yet,â you say jokingly. Katsuki snorts and pinches your cheek for the jibe.Â
âYouâre lucky Iâm still gonna think youâre cute when youâre in grandma diapers.â
âWhaâHey!â You trail after him into the house. Damn his fast pace and his longer legs. Heâs already up the stairs, the present box in his hand.
You reach the top of the stairs and head for the familiar light pink interior of Sumiâs room but stop in the doorway to coo at the sight before you.Â
âHey, squirt. Got the moon for you, just like I said I would.â Katsukiâs voice is gentle as he kneels on the floor to meet her sparkling eyes, and gently shakes the box in his hands before holding it out to her.
âWhoaaa!â Sumi eagerly takes it. âThank you dada!âÂ
She raises her head and spots you leaning against the frame of her door. âMommy look!â
âIâm looking, Mimi.â
âYou and dada watch me open it.âÂ
âOkay, go ahead weâre watching.â Katsuki and you smile softly as she unwraps the present with care and she gasps, tiny hands taking the globe-shaped, moon night light out. It was decorated with realistic looking craters, and even came with a wooden stand to put it on.
âSo cute.â Her eyes are as wide as dinner plates. âSo pretty.â Then she tilts her head in the direction of her open curtains.
âWhyâs she still up there though?â Sumi asks curiously, and Katsuki chuckles. Of course his kid is way too smart to be tricked by something like a night light.Â
âWell we canât actually take the moon away, sweetie. She has her stars to take care of.â
âOh.â Sumi frowns, deep in thought, then perks up. âMr. Sun would miss her too!â
âMhm, thatâs right.â You ruffle her hair playfully and she squeals. âThatâd be like someone taking me away from you and daddy.â
âNo!â Sumi pouts. âDonât like that. Wanna stay with you and dada forever.â
âAnd you will, Sumi.â Katsuki pats her little head with his much larger hand in reassurance. âMommy and I are gonna to be with you forever. Right mommy?â
You sigh, realizing heâs got you trapped. âThatâs right⌠daddy,â you grit out, ignoring the victorious grin that causes his unfairly attractive dimple to appear on his cheek and you head straight for Sumiâs spot on the bed, taking a seat next to her. She leans against your arm, and you press a loving kiss to the top of her head.Â
Sumi holds the night light out to Katsuki, who gently sets it down on her nightstand and plugs it in. It casts a soft, white glow, just like real moonlight on his face, and Sumi and you ooh and awe at it in appreciation.
âCan I have my bedtime story now?â Sumi pipes up.
âSure, think itâs mommyâs turn to read.â Katsuki joins the both of you in bed, sliding an arm behind you. âWhat book were you thinking of tonight?â
âLe Peewee Prince!â
You giggle. âLe Petit Prince?â
âYeah, that one!â
âOkay then. Come here and lay down, sweetheart.â You take the bookmark out from where you left off last time, the moon night light beside you illuminating the pages as you begin to read.
âGoodbye, said the fox.â You recite in a quiet, dulcet voice. Katsukiâs arm around your waist hugs you and Sumi closer, who snuggles up between you both, blanket tucked snug under her chin. Your chest warms at the sight, and you continue. âAnd now here is my secret, a very simple secret: It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eyeâŚâ
#wrote this to âtake a little break from requests! will be getting back to them now :)#this was meant to be a short drabble but </3 oops#everyone look away iâm soft and vulnerable and i have a terrible case of baby fever ft my instagram reels (which inspired this honestly)#bakugou katsuki x reader#bakugo katsuki x reader#katsuki bakugou x reader#katsuki bakugo x reader#bakugo fluff#mha x reader#mha x you#mha fluff#bnha x reader#bakugo oneshot#mha oneshot
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hi i was wondering if you would do headcannons of the yan!fanboy if reader actually noticed him coming to all their shows and events
obsessed (superfan! yandere boy x gn!popstar reader)
warnings: stalking, average yandere tendencies, nsfw, perverted yandere, gender neutral reader, mentions of naked reader but no genitalia addressed, dom reader, reader is compliant with the yandere and teases him a ton, lowercase intended. btw i do not condone yanderes irl.
a/n: i hope y'all know i read every single one of your asks, comments, and reblogs. i appreciate them all and they do brighten my day. i'm just saying this so y'all know that the stuff you send to other writers (not just me) matters a lot!! when you interact it gives them inspiration!!! and motivation!! me personally sometimes i see ONE kind reblog and i immediately get my ass up and start writing something just because of that one person. don't get me wrong, i still love all my lurkers that silently like a ton of my stuff, y'all are important too. anyways i'll shut up now onto the hcs. (btw this ended up being a fic instead of hcs i apologize. i went crazy over this i'm sorry anon LMAO)
"hey, you look pretty familiar. have you been to a few shows before?" you asked kindly, facing the short man in the front row of the audience.
bayani froze as the stadium's screens pointed to him. he opened his mouth in an attempt to say something, but nothing came out. his face went red and his throat went dry. did you actually notice him, or was he just dreaming?
after a few seconds of waiting for an answer, you shrugged. "sorry, maybe i mistook you for someone else. anyways..."
the yandere boy still didn't move, with his mouth agape, as you continued on with your show. the people around bayani didn't seem to care, assuming that he was just a starstruck fan. but it was more than that. much more than that.
out of the millions of fans that attend your shows and events, you recognized him among them. you noticed him. and he didn't know how to handle it. what was he supposed to say? what would you even talk about? sure, he's seen all of your interviews and heard your music and dissected your lyrics for hours every single day, but would you ever want to interact with him as much as he wanted to interact with you? he was just a lowlife. he had an average job, average amount of money, he lived in a shitty apartment, and he had no friends or major accomplishments. all of his free time outside of work was spent on you. spent on following your every move and investigating everything you've put your hands on. if you ever spoke to him, you'd probably think he was some sort of pathetic stalker.
that thought drove him mad. he couldn't even focus on the rest of your concert. he didn't hear the blaring music and screams from the crowd. he wasn't paying attention to your performance, either.
he could only stand there and imagine the punishments you'd inflict on him if you found out about his obsession. would you call your security to take him away? he'd hope not. if he's going to be kicked and pushed around, perhaps even handcuffed, he'd rather you do the job rather than some random guard. but maybe he'd accept the punishment, only because you were the one who deemed it necessary. he takes your word like gospel, so he'll take whatever punishment you want, even though he would prefer your hands on him while you do it.
his imagination ran wild as your concert finished and you walked off the stage with your dancers. the crowd of fans in the stadium dispersed around him, moving along with their day. but bayani couldn't just move on with his day knowing that you know he exists now. how is he supposed to simply move on from that? he spent a long time making sure you never noticed him. even though he attended every single one of your concerts and events, he did not want to be noticed. he knew he wouldn't be able to handle it. but it finally happened. he finally got a taste of what it's like to be seen by the love of his life. he couldn't just leave it at that. he had to do something about it.
being under your gaze, even if it was only a few seconds, made him feel like he went to heaven. it made all of the hundreds of dollars he spent on you worth it. all of the hours he spent listening to your music and watching videos of you was worth it. it was like he awoke from a slumber. a long, miserable slumber. he had to find a way to thank you. say something to you. he messed up when he simply froze after you saw him. who knows when he'll get another chance like that?
it took a few hours for the stadium to be empty, and the security started to shoo bayani away. but when he went outside, the parking lot was still full. your concert ended hours ago, but there was still loads of cars trying to leave. it would be frustrating, but bayani had to find a way out quickly.
he climbed on the back of a nearby truck and rested his legs there, waiting patiently for the vehicle to move out of the traffic. even though he knew the truck wouldn't go anywhere near your mansion, he knew how to get to your house on foot. he only needed to rest on the truck until the traffic was gone.
after a few hours on the road, he jumped out of the vehicle, and started to walk to your mansion on foot. he didn't need to look up the location online, because he already knew where it was. he visited your home many times in the past, he just never attempted to go inside before.
his veins were on fire and he started to sweat the closer he got. he was starting to have second thoughts about his idea. but there was no time to go back, because he already showed up to your house before he could change his plans.
to get inside, he had to climb up a tree, jump off of it, and land in your backyard. he used that trick often in the past, since it was not his first time going to your house. he often snuck on your property to watch or take pictures of you while you slept.
he tried opening your bedroom window, but it was locked. he had to try a different one.
he went over to a window beside your bedroom, and thankfully, it was unlocked. but the moment he opened the window, he heard the sound of water running and your familiar voice humming a song. were you in the shower?
bayani climbed inside as quietly as possible, and closed the window behind him. his suspicions were correct. he was in your bathroom, and you were taking a shower. your curtains covered up your figure, so he couldn't see you.
bayani looked to the side of the room and saw a pile of your dirty clothes on the floor. he ran up to it and immediately took a large whiff at the pile. it smelled divine to him. he couldn't get enough of it. he quickly spotted your used underwear in the pile and snatched it without thinking, then he stuffed it in his pocket. you wouldn't notice, right?
before he could take the rest of your clothes, the water suddenly stopped. bayani ran to hide, in a spot where you couldn't see him but he could see you. you opened the shower curtains and stepped out with a towel in your hands. you were completely naked, and still drenched in water. bayani felt like he died and went to heaven again that day. he couldn't believe what he was seeing. you were completely naked, right in front of his eyes. ignoring the puddle in his pants, he nervously fumbled around his pockets, trying to find his phone. there was no way he could pass up an opportunity like this. without hesitation, he snapped a photo of you.
but he didn't notice that the flash was on.
he froze, and you looked towards him. neither of you said a word, and bayani saw his future flash before his eyes. you would probably scream for security and he would get taken away to prison, never to see your face again. his life would be over.
"you're the guy i've been seeing everywhere, huh?" you whispered.
"...are you going to, uh... send me away?" bayani gulped.
you thought about it for a moment. this guy clearly cared a lot about you, because you saw him literally everywhere you went. no matter what country you visited, he was always there. even if you didn't tell a single soul where you were going, he was somehow always there. you even saw him on your property a few times, so you knew how crazy he was. but you still let him do it. and you never reported him, either. you knew exactly what he wanted. you could always hear him moaning outside your window, knowing he would have one hand down his pants and a camera on the other.
he was cute, so why not have some fun with him?
"come here." you commanded. he followed your order without thinking, immediately falling down to his knees in front of you.
you grabbed his chin, and made him look up at you. he felt hot tears well up in his eyes as you stared him down. he didn't say a word, but you knew exactly what he was thinking.
you pressed your knee against the wet stain on his pants, and he let out a pathetic whimper. he was getting off on it.
he didn't know what to do. his dreams were finally coming true. he got noticed by you, got into your house, saw you naked, and you finally touched him. he was overwhelmed, and started crying. he didn't mean to look so weak in front of you for a first impression, but he couldn't help it. besides, he'd make a fool out of himself any day for you.
"you're so pathetic.. you've been stalking me for so long, and now you break into my house to see me naked. i could call the police and have you arrested..." you whispered, as you started putting more pressure on his crotch, moving your knee up and down on it, and inching your face closer to his.
he sobbed, âplease, don't! i promise, it'll never happen again. i'll stop, i'll do whatever you want, i'll-"
you cut him off by connecting your lips to his, setting his heart on fire. you pulled away after a few seconds, leaving him speechless. there's no way you just kissed him. he had to be dreaming.
and then you moved your knee away from his crotch right before he could cum, making him let out a whimper and crumble to the ground.
"thanks for letting me have some fun with you. we can do this again soon.. if you be a good boy and return my underwear." you winked, walking away and leaving bayani a hard, pathetic, leaking mess on your bathroom floor.
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all the trouble sunghoon gets himself in lands him in your arms.
featuring â rich boy! sunghoon x fem reader
contents â kissing, mentions of cuts, injuries and blood, just a whole lot of fluff i miss writing cute stuff, insecurities perhaps ( 1370 )
notes â rich boy sunghoon....save me from him. also this was not meant to be above a thousand words and was supposed to be funny. and this one's for saint @hoonvrs hi bae
one thing youâve learnt while dating sunghoon, itâs always an adventure. so unforeseen, like when he showed up at your balcony, again, last night with a few bruises and cuts on his face. you had let him in and he avoids your attempt at cupping his face just as swiftly. and dating sunghoon is exhilarating, with the way you let him stay for the night, again, knowing your parents are home.
âgood morning,â you smile and brush your thumb over the cut on the corner of his lips. itâs red, his lips are dry, and yet theyâre soft when you lean down for a quick peck.Â
âmorning, sweetheart,â he says quietly. âhow creepy of you to watch me sleep,â
âguess iâll be a creep if it means i get to look at your handsome face,â you hum, fighting back a smile.
âis that a compliment i hear?â and heâs almost turning away to sleep, but your words catch him off, and he smirks drowsily with a soft and sleepy gaze adorning you. âwhatâs the occasion?â
âiâm serious, hoon. youâre handsome,â you insist with a frown, cupping his face again, thumb brushing over his cheeks as you lean in and whisper ever so tenderly. âso handsome, itâs crazy,â
âwell, arenât you sweet, my love,â and he canât help but wrap his arms around you, pulling you on top of him. itâs quiet, you lay with your head on his chest. itâs barely six, you look out through the huge glass window panes installed in your room by your request to fit the aesthetic, but now itâs how sunghoon climbs up your room every other night.Â
itâs not usual for him to get compliments. usually, youâre trying to play it cool, as if his words donât affect you as much as he thinks they do. on other days, youâre busy rolling your eyes every time he flirts. you make him work for compliments, itâs funny, and he enjoys it. a little bit of challenge in his way too easy lifestyle keeps him going. but todayâ as youâre quietly listening to his heartbeat while heâs caressing your backâ you want to stay like this.Â
he brushes his fingers through your hair, planting soft kisses on your head every few seconds. itâs rare for you two to be this quiet. with sunghoon, every minute spent on bed leads to something else, most of the time. but this time itâs silent, itâs risky, heâs in your room and as much as he jokes about it, the idea of being caught by your parents isnât something either of you fancy.
âi think i should get up and leave before yourââ it lands upon you to worry about keeping everything a secret, today itâs his job to make sure the secret is safe.
âit stings, doesnât it?â you cut him off immediately, pinning him down as he tries to get up. he can see the concern in your eyes, worries trickling through your finger tips and seeping through his skin when you lace your fingers over his scratches.Â
âi told you, theyâre not that bad,â he shrugs, too careless, carefree. he doesnât know why you worry yourself over something so minor. âthey donât even hurt,âÂ
âit hurts me to see you like this,â and his thoughts are put to halt when the words leave your mouth.Â
it was half past one when sunghoon knocked at the glass doors of your balcony. you were getting ready for bed after movies, and he was avoiding your gaze as you were running your eyes over his stateâ messy, hurt, and so were you. Â
âdid you get into another fight with heeseung?â you had asked and he avoided, again, dodging all your questions and attempts to check on him. you let him in, and he goes straight to your bathroom. his gaze doesnât meet your eyes, he avoids all the eye contact and conversation. he turns away to take off his shirt covered in dirt. itâs worse this time. âcome here,âÂ
you grabbed his arm to pull him towards you, but he refused to face you. heâs ashamed, like every time he is when you see him like this. the pretty face youâve always been so fond of no longer fits the definition. you tried to make him look at you, but he grabbed your hands, kissing your palms and pulled you to bed.Â
âis that a new way of telling me to not get into fights?â he asks, feigning a yawn, a faint chuckle following by. youâre still on top of him, pinning him down, and if he didnât know any better, you wouldâve ended up under him already.Â
âis it working?â
âa bit,â he mumbles quietly and pulls you closer by your waist, face nuzzling in the crook of your neck. he keeps planting tender kisses on your cheeks, and then down on your neck, as if telling you to let go of all the concerns that plague your mind. âyou worry too much,â
âi know, i will continue to do that,â you pull back again, much to his disappointment. nothing could compare to the feeling of having you in his arms. âif not for your dad and for the sake of your reputation then at least for me, you need to stop,â
sunghoon knows.
if not for anythingâ it isnât for anything else. not for his motherâs million dollars fashion brand, not for his sisterâs business ventures, nor his fatherâs political career. itâs for you, every scratch, every nip and every cut, every drop of blood that had trickled down the corner of his lips when heeseung landed a punch on his face. how could he not? sunghoon can stand anything but people talking down on you as if they know you. it makes him fight for you and funnily enough, heâs happy to bleed to death for you.
âyou always ruin the mood, bringing that old man up,â heâs deflectingâ just as you had expected and youâre not backing down. one leg swinging to the other side, arms by his head. heâs down, caged, a position where he canât avoid you. itâs about time you two had this conversation.
âiâm serious,â youâre trying your best to keep up the stern face, eyes locked into his.Â
âi love it when you get all serious, angel,â he grins suggestively, arms around your waist again. heâs slipping them under your top, you slap it away and it only makes him laugh in amusement. âi suppose it is a bit too early for that,â
you donât say anything, just looking at his pretty face. you stroke softly over the cut on his cheekbone and he flinches ever so slightly. itâs new, it stings, adorned by a bit of dried up blood just like the one on his lips. thereâs one near his jaw from a while ago, itâs healing. each and every part an ugly reminder of how much trouble he gets in.
âyouâre such a pretty face,â you whisper quietly and lean down to kiss him, trying to be so gentle to not hurt him even more. you take your sweet time, tracing your lips over those wounds, new or old, and then speaking with a voice impossibly loving. âeven with these,â
âi love it when you call me that,â he takes your hand, kissing your palms. itâs not everyday that heâs spoiled like this.
and you pull your hand back, speaking with frown as if giving him a warning. âi wonât anymore if you get into another fight,â
âguess weâre making truce with heeseung,â he chuckles quietly, shaking his head, pretending to be annoyed. he finally pulls you down next to him and wraps his arms around you, kissing your forehead. âthings i do for my girl,â
you let out a muffled laughter while your face is buried in his chest before looking up at him with love pouring out of your eyes. âfor me?â
âfor you,â you hand rests on his cheeks as he leans down for a kiss, and his hands wrap over them gently, holding them in place. when you kiss him so deeply yet delicately, like itâs a stellar reunion, he pulls away just for a brief second, whispering against your lips. âeverything,â
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