#son heung min fanfic

[dreamsinarcadia]

Pillow Talk

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

pairing: sonny x gf!reader

warning: tooth ache kind of fluff with implied smut

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

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

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

“Heungmin, move.”

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

“I need to get up.”

“That sounds like a personal problem.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She was an absolute sucker for sweet moments like this.

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

“Heungmin.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“…maybe.”

“Oh no! Rough night?”

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

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

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

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

“Mmm.”

“We have to eat.”

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

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

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

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[moonlbabe2]

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[moon068]

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Can you do an angsty fic with Sonny? But with a happy ending? Thankss

authors note: hey guys so i’m not ignoring your requests i’m just super busy with school and uni applications so yh updates are gonna be slow but i’m going to tryy my hardest to make time

so this idea has been itching at the back of my head for weeks and last night i got the random burst of motivation to write it. i think i got a little bit carried away so im not sure how much of a happy ending this is its more like bittersweet. but yeah hope you enjoy this one and i look forward to hearing some feedback.

also reblogs are very much appreciated🫶🏾

word count: approx 1.8k

warnings: angst , tw:miscarragie , slight mentions of depression

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Sonny was the one who suspected you were pregnant. He noticed how much bigger your boobs were, your mood swings, and the fact that you were sleeping and eating more than normal, so he talked to you about it, but you told him that you were just tired, and that your boobs were growing and that everything was normal. However, Sonny was convinced that something else was going on. Your period was always irregular, and you were on birth control, so you were truly not worried. But he insisted on buying you a pregnancy test, saying it was just to be sure. And, to your surprise, it was positive. You were pregnant.

You almost didn't believe it. It was something that the two of you hadn't discussed yet. You already knew how he felt about starting a family. He wasn't totally opposed to it but football was his main priority. You weren't quite sure how to react, so you stayed quiet, not wanting to press the issue or make him uncomfortable. The sounds of sniffles brought you out of your thoughts. You glanced at him and noticed the tears streaming down his face. He had been struggling to keep his composure, but the emotion of the situation had gotten to him. He suddenly held you tightly. It was a comforting embrace, and you found yourself holding back tears of your own His grip was tight and firm as if he was afraid you would disappear if he let go. "We're pregnant," he chuckled lightly. You were surprised by the sudden display of affection, "You're not mad?" You looked up at him in disbelief and found his face smiling down at you

That's when realisation hit you: Sonny was to cry out of happiness. You smiled back and asked, "Are you really okay with this?" He nodded his head and brushed away a tear as he said, "Yes, we're going to have a baby!" You felt so much joy at that moment and suddenly found yourself overflowing with it.

Son and you were visiting the doctor for your initial ultrasound. And even though you only had a tiny baby bump, Sonny loved it a lot. It boosted his ego, knowing that it was his baby. He beamed with pride, seeing the image of his soon-to-be son or daughter on the screen and whispered to you that he couldn't believe how much their lives were about to change. Even though there were a few nerves mixed in with the excitement, the moment felt perfect, and you couldn't wait to find out the gender.

The day after the ultrasound, Sonny came home with baby clothes, making your heart melt. You two were already planning the baby shower and how you were going to tell his fans. Sonny was so excited, and every time he spoke about the baby, his eyes lit up. You both started to think about the impact of this news, and it was obvious that this was a huge milestone for both of you. You decided to announce it when you were almost at the due date, it would be better for everyone. You had mixed feelings; on one hand, you were happy and excited to share the news of the upcoming arrival, but on the other hand, you were both scared as well.

As you were getting closer to the second trimester, you weren't feeling well, aside from nausea and constant vomiting. You had no energy and felt like you were always exhausted. You were both anxious to get an ultrasound and see if everything was okay, but Sonny had training in the morning, so you opted to go later during the day.

Later in the day, You're just getting into a good sleep when you roll over and feel wetness on your outer thigh, which immediately wakes you up. You search for the light switch on your bedside table, turn it on, and rub your eyes to help you adjust to the darkness, thinking you must have been dreaming about peeing a little too vividly. Even though changing the sheets is something you really don't want to deal with, what you see is beyond changing. Alarms are immediately raised by bright crimson, and when you look down, you see that the source is exactly what you had hoped it wouldn't be. Your heart skips a beat as you realise that it isn't just pee . There isn't much time to respond as a sharp pain ricochets through your entire torso, coming from your womb and making you immediately want to throw up. Forgetting that Sonny had left for training, you yelled his name. Despite your trembling, you manage to pick up the phone and dial 911 for an ambulance as the pain grows more and more intense. Your mind is in a fog as you explain what happened to the dispatcher, and they assure you that help is on its way. You can feel tears streaming down your face as the pain increases and you focus on your breathing to keep yourself from passing out. You hear a siren in the distance, and it gets louder and louder as you await help until you see the flashing lights of the ambulance coming to your aid.

"Don't contact anyone" is all you can muster out before letting the darkness consume you.

You awoke with no memory of anything wrong, but the unfamiliar surroundings and the IV attached to your arm reminded you of what had happened; suddenly you couldn't breathe again.

Your entire world is turned upside down in a matter of hours. As they induce you for a birth you'll never be able to celebrate, they hook you up to several IV bags, and for the next several hours, all you have for company is a pain that you wouldn't wish on your worst enemy. Finally, against your better judgement, you say yes when the nurses ask if you'd like to hold your baby for the first and last time. Her flawless, contented face breaks you. Despite the circumstances, you can't help but be enamoured. Tears well up in your eyes as you realise that, while this was supposed to be one of the happiest days of your life, turned out to be one of the saddest. You gently rock your daughter, who has become your entire world in the span of a few short moments. You try to ignore the feeling of guilt as you think about how this little person will never experience the love, protection and security that come from being part of a family. The moment her little breaths ceased, it was like your body shut down, you began hyperventilating. You feel overwhelmed with emotion, trying desperately to come to terms with the sudden and unfair loss of your daughter. The nurses whisked her away and rushed to inject you with tranquillizers. Your last sight of her was her tiny body, blanketed in white, motionless, and pale before darkness engulfed you once again.

"Where is Y/N?"

"I need to see my girlfriend."

"I can't believe no one called me sooner."

Loud yelling jolted you awake.

You could sense the anger and despair that filled his mind as he raced down the corridor of the hospital, desperately searching for you. The nurses had finally led him to you, and when he had spotted you laying on the hospital bed his eyes softened and the frustration melted away as relief flooded through him. The relief was short-lived, as he noticed how drained you looked and how you couldn't even look at him.

" I'm so sorry," you said, your voice strained and barely above a whisper.

He started to freak you out when he saw you crying. He moved closer to the bed and took your hand gently in his, his thumb brushing over the back of it. He looked deeply into your eyes, trying to read what was wrong with you "It's okay," he said in a calming tone, "tell me what's wrong." You looked away, unable to look him in the eye as you explained what happened.

"It was a girl," you managed to choke out

It has been a little bit over a week since you heard the most terrible news of your life. You failed to speak, properly eat, and get out of bed. The void in your heart was just becoming more apparent.

Sonny stood by you the whole time, not leaving you alone unless he had training. He cried with you, held you. But you were so depressed that you couldn't bring yourself to reciprocate the love and attention he was giving you.

"y/n, you have to get up," Sonny says to you while caressing your face.

"I don't want to" you look away from him, burying your face in the pillow.

"It's been a week since you last got up. You can't stay on the bed the rest of your life, Y/N" he runs his hand through your messy hair, making you look at him.

"I just fucking lost my daughter, Son. I'm a mess. You never wanted to have children this early anyways so you must be glad" you can feel the tears running down your face.

"She was our daughter. Ours. She was my baby, too. You don't think I feel like shit too? Just cause it wasn't in my plans doesn't mean i didn't love her too." he gets up, walking out of the room

Son was staring at the wall in the living room. He felt empty inside like someone had torn out his heart. After a few minutes, he got a hold of himself and went to lie down next to you. not knowing what to say or do. Neither of you spoke while maintaining your upward gaze. Sonny didn't move an inch as you rolled over and faced the wall. He moved toward you only after you extended your hand to him. He spooned you while you clung to him as you sobbed. As you both sobbed over your loss

" I'll always be here for you. I can't even imagine the kind of pain you're feeling right now. But I don't want to lose you too. I know nothing I say will make this easier for you, but I want you to know that you are not alone "

You turn back to face him and say, in a low voice, "I'm sorry. You must be struggling, too." You keep wiping your cheeks as the tears roll down.

"Just promise me that I'm not going to lose you too." He looks at me with a hurt expression, his eyes brimming with tears "I can't see you crying every day," he says, and you try to nod as he wipes your tears away.

You can feel a glimmer of hope thanks to Son's love. You looked into each other's eyes, knowing that it would never be the same again. You hugged him tightly, hoping it was enough to hold onto the little bit of hope he gave you.

He kept whispering his love for you and assurances that everything would be fine for the rest of the night. That it would get better. He swore that from then on, that no matter what happened, he would never leave your side and he would make sure you were safe. He would go to any lengths to see you happy again.

[glossyblue]

Emotional Rollercoaster

glossyblue: sonny being a father🫠💭

Summary: you are a mess, after giving birth to your twin, but your husband is always by your side, taking care of you.

Pairing: son heung min × reader

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In the midst of the chaos that was your life, you found yourself cradling your newborn twins, a girl and a boy, in your arms. The joy of their arrival was tainted by the overwhelming exhaustion and confusion that consumed you. Your body was a stranger to you, marked by the toll of childbirth, and your mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, each one more unsettling than the last. Your husband, Heung Min, was a constant presence by your side. He was always there, trying to alleviate your pain, showering you with love and sweet nothings. He appreciated you for the gift of his children and constantly reassured you that you were doing well, even when you felt like you were falling apart. 'You're amazing, you know that?' Heung Min whispered , as he watched you nurse the twins. His eyes shone with admiration and love, and it was a balm to your frayed nerves. 'I'm a mess,' you replied, trying to muster a smile. 'You're the most beautiful mess I've ever seen,' he said, his voice filled with sincerity. He reached out, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. 'And I love you more than words can express.' You couldn't help but be touched by his words, even in your state of disarray. He was a constant source of comfort and strength, always reminding you of your worth and the importance of your role as a mother. 'I don't know what I would do without you,' you confessed, tears brimming in your eyes. 'You'll never have to find out,' Heung Min replied, his voice steady and sure. 'I'm here for you, always.'

As the days passed, you gradually started to find your footing. The twins grew stronger and healthier, and your body began to heal. The fog of postpartum depression slowly started to lift, and the weight on your shoulders lessened with each passing day. 'You're doing so well,' He said one day, as he watched you from across the room. The twins were nestled in their cribs, and you were finally able to take a moment for yourself. 'I couldn't have done it without you and your support,' you replied, smiling up at him. 'We're a team,' He said crossing the room to wrap his arms around you. 'And we'll face everything that comes our way together.'

And with that, you knew that you were going to be okay. You had your husband by your side, and your beautiful twins, and that was all that mattered. Despite the trials and tribulations of motherhood, you knew that you were blessed beyond measure, and you wouldn't trade this life for anything in the world.

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[plumppies]

Not So Unrequited Afterall

 Son Heungmin

Requested by the sweet @dreamsinarcadia 🖤

Word count: 834

Prompt: Would you be interested in writing a fluff/humour piece featuring Son Heung-min being an absolute loser in love with a childhood friend? Like this man is constantly dropping hints that he’s very much interested in her, but it’s like water on oil to her (she’s just genuinely clueless about his advances). Ending is open to your liking!

Drea’s note: Feel free to send in more requests. I hope you enjoy!

Heungmin tried everything to get your attention; flowers, chocolates and even inviting you to his games but nothing seemed to work. Did you not like him? Was he not your type? Or did you just not want to validate his feelings? All these questions flood his mind as his cleats touch the plush green grass of the training ground that Monday morning. He tried all weekend to tell you how he felt but the perfect time never seemed to arise. Maybe he should just give up. Maybe it's not meant to be.

“You good, Sonny?” Dejan asked as they did their first set of warmups.

“Perfect.” Son replies, pulling a forced smile as he rocks back and forth in a lunge.

Dejan can see through it though. He playfully nudges Son’s shoulders and laughs as Son loses balance for a few seconds “Cmon, what’s up? Trouble with y/n?” Son turns, a surprised expression paints his face as he realises that his missed attempts to get with you is a known ordeal.

“How did you know?” He asks, switching his left leg for his right to stretch it.

“Everybody knows,” Dejan chuckles and Heungmin frowns. “Hey don’t be mad at me! She basically told us about the stunts you were pulling, though I doubt she realises that you did all of that because you like her.

“She doesn’t?” Heung Min stands up straight now, his eyebrows are furrowed as he puts both hands on his hips.

“Have you even told her directly?” Dejan asks and Son shakes his head. “Dude, you’ve got to tell her or she’ll never know,” he laughs before running off to start his first lap around the pitch.

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Heung Min was the first one out of the showers and locker room after the training session. He was determined to tell you exactly how he felt; hopefully you would feel the same way.

He basically ran to his car as he opened his phone to message you.

Son: Hey! Are you free right now?

You reply faster than he thought you would which makes his heart skip a beat.

You: Hey Minnie :) yeah I am. Why?

Son: I want to pass by you right now. Are you home?

You: Oh really? I’m at work right now but you can come by. On a lunch break.

Son doesn’t even reply to your last message. He starts his car, backs out of the parking lot and drives straight to you.

His heart’s pumping, hands are basically shaking as he slows down into your work’s parking lot. He can see you sitting alone by a small coffee table munching on a sandwich with a fruit juice on the side. He hoped he wouldn’t catch sight of you so fast so that he could calm down a bit but you looked up from your phone and spotted him.

A smile creeped up your face as you walked to his new black car. You noticed his slight frown as you hopped into the car.

“You wanted to see me?” You ask. He always loved how you got straight to the point with things - skipping the awkward ‘hi, how are you’ but this time he didn't, he needed more time to get his thoughts together.

“Yeah I did umm..” he rubs his thighs nervously, looking away from you to catch his breath. Maybe this was a bad idea. Maybe he should just keep his feelings to himself.

“Come on! Don’t be all shy with me!” You shake his shoulder playfully and laugh. “What’s up?”

Son turns abruptly and takes a sharp breath: “How do you feel about me, y/n?”

You look at him a little confused. “What do you mean?” This is a genuine question but he doesn’t take it lightly

“Your feelings for me, I mean. How are they?” He asks quietly.

“You’re my friend so I care about you a lot.” You’re confused, you tilt your head with a slightly raised brow.

“Do you think that’s all I’ll ever be?” He looks at you now.

“Minnie wha do you mean?”

“I mean, The flowers, the…the hanging out and the gifts, is a friend all I’ll ever be to you?”

His eyes are directly on you now, face straight but clearly full of so much emotion.’This was a bad idea’ he thinks ‘I shouldn’t have done this’. He runs a hand through his soft dark hair before you speak.

“Heung MIn, do you like me? As more than a friend?” You feel your face heat up at the thought of him liking you.

“Yes.” That’s all he says. His chest tightens up as he looks at you and rubs his thighs nervously again.

“Oh…” You turn to look out the car window.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said-” His words are cut as you begin to speak.

“I like you too, Heung Min…” You look at him with a small smile before placing a hand on his thigh. He looks relieved now, back to his normal self.

“Really?”

“Yes, really.”

[emilyyoung]

Title: A Moment of Support

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[gavi-pedri]

do y'all really think minors don't read the fanfics y'all write?? 💀💀

[dreamsinarcadia]

The Window

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

pairing: sonny x fem!reader

warning: yet to be proofread

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

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

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

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

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

He was worth the loss of sleep.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I love you.”

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

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

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

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

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

happy new year everybody 💙

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[aeribbon]

AERIBBON'S FTBALL MASTERLIST ᯓ★

(i actually took the pic in the middle ehehe)

welcome to aeribbon's football masterlist !!

RÚBEN DIAS #3

TRENT ALEXANDER ARNOLD #66

HEUNGMIN SON #7

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[dreaamerwrites]

[ (just a) bad day ]

couple: son heungmin x reader rating: PG tags: hurt, comfort, talks about beheading (yeah) from the drama my liberation notes. notes: the newcastle game was a massacre. i don't have the heart to have him say "i'm alright, i'm fine" because he wouldn't lie like that. but i just need to know that heungmin will have someone hold him tight and take him home. please listen to agust d's snooze, that's what i had quoted at the end. thanks. please support son heungmin's future. it will get better.

/

Before the final whistle blows, you are already down the tunnel, down the hall, expression grim as you scan the treatment room. Ryan finds you like this, his own expression ashen, having aged ten years through the match himself.

He’s in Treatment Room A. Hesitation. …I think he wants to be alone.

You thank Ryan but pay no heed to the message.

He’s not the one you need to see.

/

“Don’t.”

It is the first word shared in that dim, empty room and it forces you to stop in your tracks. Heungmin’s voice is rough and torn and tight. Your hand falters by the light switch before, finally, falling back to your side. You let him sit in the darkness, face illuminated only by the faint light that hums above the emergency exit.

You can barely recognize him in the darkness, but still you go to him.

“Don’t,” he repeats, more forcefully this time. “Stop.”

Still, you go to him.

From where he sits, his knees bump against your thighs and he resolutely refuses to give way. You step into his space regardless. As your eyes adjust to the darkness, his face finally comes into view. He has screwed his eyes shut now, mouth pressed into a grim line. You reach up to trace the faint scar above his eye, but hesitate, not quite touching him just yet.

You’ve been through so much.

What can I do to make this better?

Tell me where it hurts. I would take it all away if I could.

The words sit on the very tip of your tongue but you swallow them down. They are not the words he wants or needs to hear right now. He does not need to hear you ask how he feels or if he’s alright or if this is still the game that he has loved his whole goddamn life. He does not need your sympathy. He does not need your pity.

Right now, all he needs is…

“So. Bad day, huh?”

Your comment seems to come as such a surprise that he chokes out a pained laugh despite himself.

The sound is so sudden that it seems to startle the both of you equally – and then Heungmin’s eyes are open and he’s staring at you, eyes shining, disbelief clear as day on his face.

“What?” he chokes out, half-laugh and half-groan.

The pain is still evident on his face and this time you let yourself touch the scar. You press down on it slightly, tracing it with the very tip of your finger. He slowly reaches up, long fingers wrapping around your wrist. You half expect him to push your hand away.

He doesn’t.

He lets you linger there, his grip warm around your wrist and your touch gentle against his skin.

“Yeah,” he finally whispers back, incredulous laughter gone now. Something softening in his expression. “Had a real shit day today.”

You let your hand slide down until your palm cradles his cheek. He moves with you, grip never leaving yours as he leans into your touch. He swallows thickly and you can hear it in the silence that sits between you. Your own eyes prickle with the heat and promise of oncoming tears, but you swallow that down with him too.

His hair is still damp from the showers and he smells of your shampoo. A stray droplet lands on the back of your hand. Still, you do not move away.

“I know,” you whisper into the darkness. “I know.”

(You had been watching a drama a few months back.

The woman on the television screen had a crazed look in her eyes, sitting across the cafe table from her blind date, explaining why she was dubbed the Pick Up Girl by all of her friends.

Once, with my friends, we were talking about what true love was. I was reminded of something I saw in a textbook when I was a child. It was about a woman who ran to pick up the severed head of her husband in her skirt.

When I was young, it was too gruesome for me to understand. But now, as an adult, I found myself agreeing. Yes, I would pick it up. I would have to pick it up. I can’t let it fall to the ground, I must catch it in my skirt.

Heungmin had burst out laughing, then. The man sitting across from her in the scene appeared horrified, but Heungmin had only appeared delighted.

He had pressed a loud raspberry to the side of your neck then.

“Would you catch me too?” he had teased, nosing into the crook of your shoulder, your neck, your jaw, mouth dragging along the skin there as he laughed loudly. You had laughed back, shivering at the ticklish touch.

It had been a joke then.

But today, you were reminded of it.

Perched in the stands, watching his team go down in flames. Watching the light leave his eyes as more and more fans exited the stadium. Watching as his shoulders heaved beneath the heavy weight of loss and failure and disappointment.

Several family members had looked away by then. His agent had slumped back in his seat, scrolling through his phone anxiously, clearly anticipating the press and media that would be awaiting him at the end of the tunnel.

Only Heungmin’s father and you had kept watching.

You did not look away. You refused to look away. Even when the booing only grew exponentially in volume, even when his teammates fumbled yet another horrible, horrible ball. You kept your eyes on the game, you kept your eyes on him. Only when his number appeared on the screen to be subbed out, did you finally let out the breath you had been holding.

Heungmin hadn’t spared a second glance towards your box when he was subbed out. You couldn’t blame him. He probably hadn’t had the heart to look.

If he had looked… if he had looked back at you…

If he had looked back: he would’ve seen you looking right back at him. He would’ve seen you finally, slowly, sitting back down in your seat, his father taking his seat beside you as well.

His father hadn’t said much in the box – he never did.

But when his hand had found yours in your lap, grip tight, you knew he was saying more than words ever could.

Thank you. Thank you for watching Heungmin until the very end. Thank you for catching Heungmin, even when the world waits to tear him apart, limb by limb. Thank you. Thank you.

If your throat hadn’t been so tight, you would’ve responded: Don’t thank me. I will always watch him. I will always catch him.

Instead, you had simply covered his hand with your own.

The truest love there ever was.)

Heungmin finally shifts. He parts his legs, lets you slide between them until you are flush against him, even from where he sits on this treatment table.

You let both of your arms reach up and around his neck, wrapping around his shoulders, his own dropping to fold around your waist. His grip is almost painfully tight as he burrows into you, solid and warm. His heartbeat thrums in your ear and you match your own breaths to the sound.

“I know,” you repeat again, voice muffled against the soft fabric of his tee. “I’m here, I’m right here.”

He holds onto you like a man drowning.

I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere. I promise.

“Let’s go home.”

/

Everything will be okay, everything will be okay Everything will be okay, everything will be okay Everything will be okay, everything will be okay Everything will be okay, everything will be okay

[avenirdelight]

Don’t Marry Him

Son Heungmin

Sonny finds out that his ex-girlfriend is getting married. She’s the love of his life so he can’t let her marry someone else. [Requested]

⚠️ Curse words

Nothing could have prepared Sonny for the thing Ben was telling him right now. It had been just a normal training day, and Sonny hadn’t had any inkling as to why Ben asked him to see him at the first team’s restaurant after training. Ben had said that he wanted to show Sonny something, but Sonny thought that maybe it was about the house Ben was planning to buy—they’d been discussing the property quite a lot since the one Ben was keen on was in the same area as Sonny’s.

But Sonny instantly felt his world crumbling down when Ben placed a piece of envelope in front of him. The soft colour with gold letters on it gave him a hint of what it might be, and Sonny felt like he was punched right on his gut when he read a familiar name on it.

“This arrived a couple days ago. I assume that you didn’t receive one, since you still looked… Fine and normal. You would’ve been exactly like this if you knew,” Ben said to Sonny, who looked like he was in a trance. “I’m sorry, Sonny, but Joey, my wife, and I thought you should know about this.”

Sonny gritted his teeth, eyes still locked into the envelope. His heart started beating so loud in his ears.

It was a beautiful invitation, Sonny had to admit. Papers in her favourite colour with gold letters, decorated with a ribbon in a darker shade, simple and sweet. It was just so her. But Sonny hated it, because it wasn’t his name beside hers on that wedding invitation.

“Look. I don’t approve of what you did to her. But I think you deserve another chance,” Ben continued as he leaned a bit more forward. Sonny still hadn’t moved an inch. “She’s a good person, Sonny. As her friend, I want the best for her. And I think that what she truly deserves is you. The best version of you.”

“But, Ben, she’s getting married.” Sonny said, stating the obvious, as if he was trying to convince himself that it was true. He leaned back on his chair, looking completely defeated. “See? She invited you and Joey, but not me. She doesn’t want anything to do with me anymore. She’s made up her mind.”

“You still have the chance to change her mind. This is your very last chance.”

Sonny had ruined her life once. As much as he didn’t want to see the love of his life marrying someone that’s not him, wouldn’t he be the biggest prick on planet Earth if he did it all over again?

“Do you still love her?”

Sonny shifted uncomfortably in his seat and he let out a little chortle, his shoulders shrugged a little. He finally looked up and met Ben’s sharp eyes. “You know the answer. But obviously, she’s moved on. I can’t– I can’t do anything about it.”

“You can. I told you, this is your very last chance,” Ben said, emphasising the words so Sonny would really listen to him. “This is what I hate about you, mate.” Ben shook his head and let out a quite exasperated sigh. “You’re such a fucking coward when it comes to her. Haven’t you learned? Why can’t you just commit to the person and the relationship you want more than anything in your life? Do I really need to say this out loud for you?”

Ben wasn’t even being harsh, he was just stating the truth. Sonny’s relationship with her did not work out because he’d been an insecure coward. He’d made her go through everything but then he pushed her away and let her go just like that when she said that she wanted something more.

After the big break up, it hadn’t taken Sonny long until he realised that he’d made the biggest mistake in his life—mainly because Ben, Joey, and Dele reprimanded him for what he’d done—but even then, he’d been too scared to give her a proper explanation and apology. Everything had gotten too late because a few months later, Sonny heard from Ben that she was dating someone else. And it seemed like things had gotten way too late again for him now.

“Sorry, I don’t… I don’t know. I need time,” Sonny said in a timid voice. Trains of thoughts were clashing in his mind, and he didn’t like the uneasiness that had started to wrap him. “I mean, we don’t even know if she still loves me.”

That was his biggest question right now. She’d moved on from him rather fast, and it had not even been a year but she’d already decided to marry someone else. She obviously had forgotten everything about their past.

Ben let out another heavy sigh. “Believe me, she still does. It’s actually quite easy to see.” Ben suddenly stood up and tugged down the hem of his sweater, Sonny’s eyes followed his movement. “Sorry, I need to go. Promised my wife I’d pick her up from work. But, hey, if you need any help, don’t hesitate to give me a call.”

Sonny slightly nodded before he dropped his gaze back to the wedding invitation.

“Sonny, I’m your best friend too. I want the best for you too, that’s why I’m doing this. I do think that you two are meant to be together.” Ben placed a hand on Sonny’s shoulder and gave it a squeeze. “But you will remain as her one fucking stupid ex-boyfriend for the rest of her life, unless you do something about it. And she’ll be a Mrs…” Ben paused, picked up the invitation from the table, and scanned it. “Miller. She’ll be Mrs. Miller in less than six weeks.”

Sonny visualised her first name and the groom’s last name in his mind, and the new name started to ring in his head. He wasn’t kidding if he said that he was getting a bit nauseous because of it.

“Go, Ben, don’t make your wife wait,” Sonny said as he looked up at his best friend and gave him a small sheepish smile. Ben patted his shoulder once more, before he said goodbye and left Sonny alone, with a completely conflicted heart and mind.

—

“You’re insane. Oh God, Sonny, you’re absolutely fucking crazy, are you out of your mind??”

Sonny lost count on how many times the combinations of those words—crazy, insane, out of your mind—had come out from her mouth for the past half an hour. He agreed, though, he was crazy for doing this. It made her really upset and angry, he’d never seen her like that before. Her sweet and lovely side was nowhere to be seen and honestly, Sonny didn’t blame her at all.

“You can’t just show up at my door and ask me for the impossible, Sonny. You– You never even tried to get me back, you never even tried to reach out after we broke up.”

“You were already dating him, I couldn’t suddenly come back, could I?”

“And you think that you can come back now? When there’s already a ring on my finger?” She sneered as she held up her hand and showed him the big shiny ring. “You had three months before I met him. But you never texted, you never called.”

“I’m sorry.” That was all Sonny could say. He’d given her a thousand of it today. He wanted her to know how sorry he was about everything—about the things he did and did not do.

“You’re lucky my fiancé is in Paris right now, he’d probably punch you in the face if he saw you here,” she said with a calmer tone. She was standing near the window with both hands on her hips. From the kitchen island where Sonny was leaning himself against, you could see the backyard outside and the purplish sky outside as the sun was about to set. “I actually really want to punch you in the face right now. God.”

She’d been pacing back and forth, but she’d stopped and was now looking directly at him, with eyes full of anger and hurt. Sonny gulped, but didn’t make the lump on his throat go away. He felt so guilty, and now hurt from seeing her looking hurt. Honestly, Sonny would actually let her punch and hit him as much as she wanted, if it could help her to forgive him and take him back.

“Sonny, you can’t just come in here and tell me not to get married.” Her voice was a bit shaky. A little bit of tears started to pool in her eyes, but she took a sharp deep breath to shake them off. “After breaking my heart like that and ten months of silence, you can’t just show up and expect me to take a step back again.”

“Have you? Have you really moved on? I’m sorry but… I think what we had was special. I can’t even forget about you even a little bit.”

She lightly chortled and shrugged. “I don’t think we don’t have to forget to move on,” she answered. “I mean, I’m lucky, I guess. I found someone who makes me see forward, and show me things out there, show me what I can have. Someone who makes it feel less painful when I think about things from the past.”

Once again Sonny felt his heart dropping to the pit of his stomach. He hated to get reminded that he’d been replaced. That man was her future now and he was merely a dark shadow haunting her.

“Do you love him?”

Her eyes slightly widened. Sonny couldn’t believe it himself that he’d just blurted out the question, but he needed to be brave today to get answers. She chortled again as she folded her arms in front of her chest.

“Of course, I do. I’m going to marry him, Sonny,” she said. “Josh loves me. He treats me right, we understand each other. And he wants to commit to our relationship, that’s the most important thing. He’s not perfect, but… He’s always sure of what he wants. He wants me, and he wants to always work things out between us. He doesn’t give up on me, or on us. So if you or other people are wondering why I’m suddenly marrying him, that’s why.”

Basically, that man was everything that Sonny was not. That man gave her everything Sonny didn’t. And Sonny once again was reminded that he was a complete fool.

When they were dating, Sonny had been so insecure. He was not a ‘normal’ person who lived a ‘normal’ life. His job demanded so much of him, so at some point in their two-year relationship, he felt like he had become a man who couldn’t give and provide the things she deserved.

Sonny hadn’t been having the best season back then, he’d picked up a few injuries and hadn’t been performing well on the pitch. It reflected on his life off the pitch. He felt like he hadn’t been able to give her love and security. He couldn’t protect her himself, or be there for her when she needed him in rough days, or even give her his time for a little date.

So that was why, when she suddenly blurted out the words “maybe we should just get married” in their conversation one night, Sonny panicked and let his insecurity and fears eat him up. Even before they dated, Sonny knew that she dreamed of being married and building a family, and he felt like he couldn’t give her that anytime soon. So he slowly pushed her away and shut her out, which led to the break up.

The silence in the room was deafening. The words “I love you” were at the tip of Sonny’s tongue, but he knew it wouldn’t be enough to win back her heart. Sonny was not someone who likes to give promises; he didn’t want to convince her to get back with him with sweet words and empty promises. He was actually there right now just as someone who loved her more than anything in his life.

“We were fine, Sonny. It wasn’t perfect, but we were working things out, weren’t we?” she finally said, breaking the silence. “I was a bit stressed out, a bit upset because things were hard for us, but I was fine with it. Because I know since day one, that life with you will not be easy sometimes. And honestly, I liked it. I liked what we had, I wanted that hard life with you.”

Sonny listened to her carefully, as he felt his heart beating hard on his chest. Their eyes were locked into each other, and Sonny swore that tonight he wouldn’t look away from those beautiful eyes that she had.

“And I’m sorry, maybe at that time it wasn’t the right time to mention marriage. But I loved to imagine a future with you.” A faint smile grew on her face and her tone got a tad happier. “Being your wife, building a family, planning for life after your retirement one day… I imagined all that. You’d be a coach and I’d still come to watch the match even though you don’t play anymore. And you’d always be famous so we’d always have to have bodyguards with us when we go out on sneaky dates, even when we’re nearly forty. Maybe a couple of Son juniors would tag along…”

This time she didn’t stop the tears from falling from her eyes. And Sonny didn’t know what had gotten into him, but he walked towards her, and when he was close enough, he pulled her into his arms. At first he thought that she was going to reject him and push him, but a moment later he felt her melting into his embrace. Her body shook as she silently cried, and he let her as he kept hugging her.

“I want all of that for us. I want everything you wanted for us,” Sonny whispered to her ear.

“No. You can’t do this to me, Sonny, you can’t,” she mumbled to his shoulder in between her cries.

“I’m sorry, I have to. You’re the love of my life, I can’t let you marry someone else.” His voice started shaking as he felt the urge to cry. The feelings were getting overwhelming for him—the feeling of having her in her arms again, the feeling of possibly losing her forever. “I know you still love me. You feel the same, I can feel it. We belong to each other. Please.”

Sonny felt her gently pushing him, so he reluctantly loosened his arms.

“But I’m getting married in five weeks! We’ve paid for everything, the invitations are out, and I’ve just booked flight tickets for my parents, for God’s sake.” She looked up so she could clearly look at his face. “And I can’t break Josh’s heart, Sonny. He’s so fucking in love with me, it’s going to crush him.”

“But I’m the one you truly love.” It came out as a statement, not a question, because he was sure it was the truth. Ben was right, it was easy to see that she still loved him. She still looked at him the same way, touched him the same way. The connection between them was still very much there. “You loving him doesn’t stop you from wanting me. Him loving you doesn’t stop your pain of not being with me. I know because I feel it too.”

“Please, come back to me,” Sonny continued. “Life with me is still going to be hard. I hate making promises but I will now. I’ll believe more in myself. I’ll let you be there for me, for us. I’ll listen to you, I’ll tell you when I need you, I won’t push you away. I’ll give everything for us, no matter how hard things are.”

“You know it’s easier said than done…”

“I know. But please, give me a second chance to try. I can do everything. What I can’t do is see you with anyone else. Please,” Sonny begged, as he placed his hands on her waist and gave it a light squeeze. “Don’t marry him and get back to me.”

She let out a long sigh as her hands travelled to the back of his head. She caressed his hair like she’d used to, so gentle, so calming. “Oh, Sonny…” She said. Sonny closed his eyes, feeling himself melting into her touch. “You’re the best thing that I’ve ever had…”

Sonny’s heart skipped a beat. But to be the best thing she’d ever had was not enough for him. He wanted her more than anything, more than he’d ever been. He maybe still had a bit of insecurities and fears left deep down inside him, but he’d willing to fight them for her.

Today he’d presented her, maybe still not the best, but surely the most real and honest version of him, that he hadn’t shown her in a very long time. And if at the end of the night he rejected her and told him to go away, he honestly didn’t know what he’d do with his life.

—

“You ready for this?” Joey asked. They were on a balcony, looking down to the aisle and altar in the garden. The big day had come and Sonny had never felt so nervous in his life before—not for any North London derbies, not even for that Champions League final.

“Yeah,” Sonny simply shrugged as he took a sip from the glass of sparkling water he’d been holding. “Looks a bit cloudy today, innit? I hope it’s not going to rain.”

“Weather forecast says it’s going to get sunny in the next hour, so everything’s going to be fine,” Ben said from the bench he was sitting on. “However, I feel like the rain’s going to pour down from your eyes.”

“That is so lame,” Joey turned on his heels to look at Ben. Sonny just let out a chortle.

“Tell me he’s not going to weep, though. Look at him now, he looks like he could bawl his eyes out in any second.”

“You’re the worst friend. Sonny, isn’t he the worst friend?” Joey, who happened to stand between the two men, shifted his gaze back and forth. “What Sonny needs the most today is calm and comfort, and you’re not helping at all.”

“Well, I’ve helped a lot. He wouldn’t be here today if it wasn’t for me,” Ben defended himself. To be fair, Ben deserved some of the credits, so Sonny had to agree–he nodded his head in agreement. “See?”

Joey shook his head. “I do think I deserve some credits too, but whatever,” he commented. “I’m a bit hungry. Anyone wants to look for a quick bite?” He glanced at both men again.

“Yeah, I’ll go with you,” Ben said. But Sonny shook his head this time.

“Nah, I’m good. I’ll stay here.”

After giving a pat on his shoulder, Joey left with Ben trailing behind him, leaving Sonny alone.

Today was going to be a life-changing one for Sonny. He was still processing his feelings and everything that was happening, and he was grateful that he had Ben and Joey who’d always been there for him, because he didn’t think he could go through this alone.

Sonny had made his mistakes. He could only regret it forever, but he’d realised that the most important thing was to appreciate what he had now. Everything that had happened had shaped him to be the man he was today, which was better than who he’d been yesterday. 

Sonny was going to see her in an hour, in the most beautiful wedding dress that had ever been made—but it was mostly because she was the one who was wearing it. She’d be the most beautiful person on this island, and she’d walk that aisle gracefully, with her most gorgeous smile plastered on her face. And Sonny was going to be there witnessing it all.

And just maybe, by watching her being the happiest person in the world today, he could finally let those regrets go. Maybe it would be easier for him to forgive himself and take the next step. And finally, he could be the man that he wanted for her.

—

so...what do you think happened at the ending? do you think sonny is going to marry her or he just got invited to her wedding with josh? were ben and joe there at the venue as his groomsmen or were they all just guests at her wedding?🥹

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[glossyblue]

BUY YOU A FLOWER SHOP

glossyblue: hi, I hope you are well, this time I came with Son Heung Min, enjoy it:) 🩵 *english is not my first language* Summary: When you thought your husband had forgotten about you and wasn't going to wish you a happy International Women's Day. pairing: son heung min × y/n

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From this morning, you were busy responding to the Women's Day congratulations messages. It was International Women's Day and everywhere was filled with various posts and congratulations. You were sure that Sonny had also understood this matter, but you knew your husband well; he wasn't very into these things and didn't show much reaction. Even on Valentine's Day, he just said congratulations and tried to make time for you in his busy schedule. The only time he planned and bought a gift was on your birthday, but you didn't know what his reaction would be on the first year of your married life on Women's Day! You had seen several posts from his teammates in Tottenham who had bought gifts for their wives and girlfriends and congratulated them, but there was no news from Sonny... You looked at the screen of your phone with the name "Sonny" on it and answered, "Yes, Sonny?" In a calm voice, he said, "Where are you?" "At home." "good, I wanted to say that I'll be late tonight after training, I have to go to my friend's house. Don't wait for me and eat your dinner." "Okay, take care of yourself." "bye, love."

You felt a little upset, but you thought that continuing like this wouldn't change anything. So, you decided not to ruin the rest of your day and have a good time. Because you had been such a strong woman during this time, you decided to celebrate.You put on the new clothes you had just bought and took good care of yourself. You decided to spend your time in the streets and cafes of London. You went to a cafe that you really liked and ordered a piece of chocolate cake and your favorite coffee. You enjoyed the orders and the view in front of you and had a small celebration.

Then you went to the shops and did some shopping for things you needed, including delicious and cute snacks! You entertained yourself and also bought the necessary ingredients for cooking a delicious dinner. Then you went back home to prepare dinner as quickly as possible.

While cooking, you heard a noise of door. you wasn't sure who it could be; it definitely wasn't Sonny. So, who had come to visit you? You went to the door and opened it, seeing Maria's face made you hug her out of happiness. You said, "Where have you been? I missed you, your trip took so long." Maria laughed and said, "First let me come inside." You let her into the house and sit on the couch. "My trip took a while but it was good, I just arrived yesterday. I was so tired, slept all day, but I couldn't bear it anymore, so I thought I should go see my friend now." "You did a good thing." You were so happy to see your friend after 3 months that you forgot to take the bouquet of flowers from her hand. You asked, "Is this for me?" "Of course, you know today is Women's Day, right?" "Yeah, happy Women's Day and thank you for the flowers." You took the flowers in your hand, smelled them, and started posing with them as if a camera was on you.

You looked at her with the sound of Maria's phone camera, and said to her in surprise, "Did you take a picture?" "Yes, you look very nice. " You went closer to her and said, "Let me see." She said, "You'll see it later, tell me what are you doing now?" "I'm cooking." Maria looked around and said, "So where is Sonny?" You took a deep breath and said, "at friend's house, he has some work, you know when he has a match tomorrow, he spends a lot of time with his teammates and talks." Maria shook her head and said, "So he's coming late tonight? And you're alone?" You didn't say anything and hugged Maria tightly. You spent the rest of the night eating dinner, washing dishes, and talking until Maria went home and said goodbye.

You were so tired and yet couldn't sleep. It meant that you wanted to sleep and were tired, but you waited for Sonny. So, you decided to sit on your bed and entertain yourself with your phone until your husband came. You opened your Instagram and were confronted with a post that made your heart beat faster. Was it Sonny? Your husband? Had he posted about you? The same picture that Maria took of you? Son Heung Min didn't show his wife's face much, but now what happened? You had a lot of questions, but at the same time, you wanted to bang your head against the wall out of extreme happiness.

𝗵𝗺_𝘀𝗼𝗻7

tagged 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 liked by 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲, 𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝗼𝗻 and 567,789 others. 𝗵𝗺_𝘀𝗼𝗻7 I may not tell you everday that you mean the world to me but you do. The day you stepped into my life you changed it into sth beautiful and meaningful. I want to see you win and happy, i want to help you and see you succed. I'm your biggest fan and i'll be with you every single step of the way. Love you❤️🌸

You were so happy! With sparkling eyes of excitement, you called your husband he said, "My beautiful wife, did you like your flowers?" You laughed and wholeheartedly replied, "Very much, why didn't you tell me?" "I couldn't come, but when I found out Maria had returned, I decided to ask her for help so that at least the flowers I got for you would reach you." You laughed and said, "Thank you, they are very beautiful." Your laughter energized him and he said, "If you're going to be this happy, with a bunch of flowers from now on, I'll buy you a flower shop."

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[plumppies]

Hi, everyone. I’m a new writer here and would love to start writing fics for you! Feel free to send in some requests —-૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡

[busigt-81]

So, right now I’m so obsessed with reading fics about Sonny!

Is currently rereading all my favourites on AO3, again!😅

I just wished that someone will write a fic were if somone scores a goal, they gets to have sex with the captain, Sonny!😊

Because everyone loves Sonny, right!?!😍

[dreamsinarcadia]

Hypertension

Prompt: How can I not worry over the person I love the most?

In which Heung-min doesn’t know how not to hover after a visit to the doctor

pairing: sonny x wife!reader

warning: lots of silly grammatical errors that I just cannot find the energy to fix 🫶🏽

She found it near impossible not to love her husband when he was like this, fretting and almost pulling his hair out in worry - a little handsy, but only because he loved her far too much to let her go, to let her walk even five feet away from him.

It was impossible not to love him when he was all wide eyed and beaming bright enough to give the sun a challenge, warm and delightfully flushed (but again, because he loved her far too much to feel calm again).

In the hallway leading to their bedroom, Heung-min was practically skipping. He was also loud, more so than usual, his voice ricocheting off the walls and bouncing off the high ceiling. He was elated, practically demanding that their neighbours in the complex hear it as well, but this level of happiness at such a close proximity was borderline overwhelming.

Not overwhelming in a bad way, but a tidal wave of his affection, so she tried to move his hands from her waist as lightly as possible.

“Heung-min, you know that I can still walk, right?” she asked gently, trying so hard not to let a giggle break through her lips.

His hold on her waist remained firm as he walked behind to guide her in slow and purposeful steps. He hummed cheerfully and nodded in agreement. “I know.”

“Uh-huh, do you really?” she snorted, looking pointedly down at where the tips of his feet came into view between her own.

Playfully smacking his hands away to let them hover her hips instead, he couldn’t help but laugh as the ridiculousness of the situation slowly filtered into his head. “I know you can walk by yourself, but —”

“I’m pregnant, not terminally ill,” she reminded him with an arched brow.

Behind her, long limbs turned her own careful steps into a messy affair with him hot on her heels. The heat from his chest felt like she was pressed against a furnace, something that she never took for granted in the miserly weather of London. His palms, smooth and warm, slipped under the waistband of her pants to rub soothing circles into the flesh of her waist.

He was towering over her like a mother hen, encasing her in a protective shield to remind her that though she was more than capable on her own two feet, he was there to catch her at even the smallest hint of losing balance.

“Again, just pregnant, not terminally ill.”

Still, though Heung-min kept pace and somehow managed to inch even closer, as though he was trying to merge their bodies into one. “You know in some countries, they’re pretty much considered the same thing.”

She really had to stamp down the urge to roll her eyes. “Babe, we just saw the best doctor in London. I’m fine!”

Like words thrown at a brick wall.

Heung-min shrugged. “Hypertension.”

Having finally arrived at their bedroom, she plopped down on the bed and released a heavy sigh. Her husband knelt down in front of her, taking her hands into his own to press loving kisses into her palms.

For a moment, she remained quiet, having her fill of the closeness of his features. Her gaze walked over his skin, igniting a fire in the base of his spine, and she took her time. Then she leaned forward with a secret smile to press a quick kiss to the sunburn on the bridge of his nose. “What are you thinking about?” she asked.

He wiggled his brows.

“Pre-eclampsia.”

She had to cackle then, playfully shoving him away. “You’re so romantic.”

“It’s real!” He insisted, finally moving away to toss his wallet and keys onto his bedside table. “My love, it actually happens.”

Sensing that he was quickly losing his joviality, she gave him a gentle smile and walked over. “I know, but we have so much more time down the line to worry about that. I’m just six weeks in.”

Leaning up on her toes, her lips barely brushed his with the barest of touches, her hand running through his hair with purpose before pulling away altogether. “You don’t have to worry.”

Heung-min shoved his hands in his pockets as he leaned a shoulder on the doorway, admiring his wife and her body as though he could see beyond her clothes, beyond her skin. Every fibre of his being was utterly devoted to all of her, she could feel the tidal wave of devotion that flowed from his heart directly into her own, turning his arms into a safe haven for all her wayward worries and dreams.

“I know,” he said with a tilt of his head. “How can I not worry over the person I love the most?”

He reached out to take her hand and pull her up against him. His hands settled comfortably on either side of her waist and he took a moment to relish the feeling of the soft cotton of her shirt against his palms. They stayed like that for a few minutes before she was waddling out of the room with him pressed against her back like velcro, leading him into the empty room that had previously been saved as an office space.

It had a new, more wholesome purpose now.

Heung-min looked up at the ceiling and then his eyes moved down the walls and the doors before they finally landed on the floors, taking in the sleek oak. He bounced lightly on the balls of his feet. "Yeah, this is going to be a lot of work," he said. “Unless our baby is going to work in a corporate office the first day out of the hospital, we need to start planning out an actual nursery.”

“We’re going to have to decorate a nursery,” she hummed.

“…for a baby,” he mumbled into her hair thoughtfully. “Our baby.”

Oh.

It was happening.

Parenthood.

She twisted around to face him and found herself—not for the first time—overwhelmed by a heady mixture of giddy happiness and tender affection. That had been happening with a frequency as of late, but while her friends told her that she was still under the spell of being a newlywed, she suspected that it would always be the case when Heung-min was just so excited about the prospect of being a father. She reflexively tightened her grip on his hands, which drew his attention down to her. "We’re going to be parents," she told him.

He beamed down at her, lifting a hand to tuck some loose strands of her hair behind one of her ears and tipped his head to one side. "You’re going to be a mom.”

She smiled even wider and curled her fingers into the fabric of his shirt so she could hold him that much closer to her. "And you’re going to be a dad.”

He chuckled and the sound reverberated through his chest and into hers and to the very tips of her toes. She closed her eyes and tried to just soak him in as one of his hands threaded through her hair to hold the back of her head. Then the bow of his mouth pressed to her forehead.

She pressed her face into the fabric of his shirt and let out a long breath when Heung-min folded his long arms around her. She could practically hear the sound of their child somewhere off and away from the house and she couldn't help but smile to herself. Change had never much agreed with her in the past, but after changing her mind, a change of heart, and finally changing her surname she didn't think she minded it so much. She had someone to lay roots down with and hang onto through the worst of anything.

Worth it, she thought to herself. Nothing had ever been so worth it.