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

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

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

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

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

“Mmm.”

“We have to eat.”

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

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

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

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𝙣𝙨𝙛𝙬 𝙖𝙡𝙥𝙝𝙖𝙗𝙚𝙩 | 𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝗵𝗲𝘂𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝗶𝗻 ৻ꪆ

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

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

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

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

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

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

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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.

_____

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?? 💀💀

[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

JUDE BELLINGHAM #5

DECLAN RICE #41

MICKY VAN DE VEN #37

JACK GREALISH #10

JOBE BELLINGHAM #7

KYLIAN MBAPPÉ #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

[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 💙

comments and reblogs are always appreciated 💙

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

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Because everyone loves Sonny, right!?!😍

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[emilyyoung]

Moments Between Us

The night air was crisp as you stepped out of the cozy café, the lights above twinkling like stars. You pulled your jacket tighter around you, the cold wind nipping at your skin, but the warmth of the evening still lingered—mostly because of him.

Son Heung Min, your boyfriend, was beside you, his hand gently brushing against yours. You both had spent hours laughing, talking, and enjoying the simple pleasure of each other’s company. He was always so full of energy, a joy to be around, but tonight there was a softness to him that made everything feel a little more intimate. Maybe it was the quiet after dinner, or the way he’d been looking at you all night, as if he wanted to say something but didn't quite know how.

“I’m glad we came here tonight,” you said, looking up at him. His eyes sparkled in the dim light, a playful smile tugging at his lips.

“I’m always glad when I’m with you,” he replied, his voice low but sincere.

He opened the door of his car for you, and you slid into the passenger seat, feeling a mixture of excitement and contentment. Son Heung Min was famous, and there were always eyes on him, but when he was with you, he seemed to forget all of that. It was just the two of you—two people, sharing a connection that felt stronger than anything else in the world.

The engine hummed to life as he started the car, his fingers lightly drumming on the wheel as he pulled away from the curb. The streets were quiet, and the glow of the city lights flickered as you drove through them. The peacefulness of the night settled in, making you feel at ease.

You turned to him, your gaze lingering. “How’s your schedule been lately?”

He sighed, his usual cheerful demeanor slipping for a moment. “Busy, as always. But… it’s worth it. I love what I do. It’s just... sometimes I wish I had more time for things like tonight.”

You nodded, reaching over to touch his hand resting on the gearshift. His fingers immediately intertwined with yours, a comforting squeeze. It was moments like these, in the quiet of the car, when you felt the most connected to him.

“I’m glad you make time for us,” you whispered, your thumb tracing small circles on his skin. “It means a lot to me.”

He glanced over at you, a warm smile spreading across his face. “You mean a lot to me,” he said, his voice soft but full of meaning. “More than anything.”

The world outside seemed to blur as you held each other’s gaze, the car gently swaying as it navigated through the streets. He didn't rush, never did. Everything about him was calm, thoughtful, and you admired that. The kind of person who didn't need to speak loudly to be heard.

After a few minutes, the car slowed down as it reached a quiet, familiar street. You knew it was close to your place. Your heart fluttered a little, knowing that the night was coming to an end. But there was still this moment—this small, precious moment.

“Do you want to stay a little longer?” he asked, his voice hesitant, almost unsure, but his eyes told a different story. He wanted to savor this too, just as much as you did.

“Yeah,” you replied softly. “I’d like that.”

He parked the car, and for a moment, neither of you moved. The silence between you was comfortable, peaceful. He turned to face you fully, his eyes studying you, tracing the outline of your face in the dim light.

“I’ve always wondered,” he said, his voice quiet, almost playful, “how you manage to look so beautiful in every single moment. It’s like you light up whatever room you’re in.”

You blushed, the warmth in your cheeks spreading as you lowered your gaze. “You’re just saying that to make me feel good.”

“No,” he replied, reaching out to gently lift your chin, making sure your eyes met his. “I mean it. You’re special, and I don’t think you even realize just how much.”

Your heart skipped a beat, and before you could respond, he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your forehead in a tender, lingering kiss. It was soft, full of affection. His hand remained on your cheek, his thumb caressing the skin there as if he wanted to memorize the feel of you.

You closed your eyes, the moment sweeping over you like a wave. Everything about him felt so right—his presence, his touch, the way he made you feel like you were the only person in the world that mattered.

When he pulled back, he looked at you with a small, fond smile, his eyes sparkling with warmth. “I love being with you. You make everything better.”

“I feel the same way,” you whispered, your voice barely audible. “I don’t think I could ever get tired of being with you.”

He smiled, his hand moving to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “We don’t have to say goodbye yet,” he murmured, his thumb lightly grazing your lips as if he were savoring the moment. “Let’s just stay here for a while.”

You leaned into him, your head resting against his shoulder. The car, though a small space, felt like a haven. A place where time stood still. His hand found its way to your back, pulling you closer, as if he didn’t want to let you go. You didn’t want him to either.

Minutes passed, though it felt like hours, neither of you wanting to break the spell of quiet intimacy that enveloped you both. You could hear the sound of his steady breathing, feel the warmth of his body against yours, and it made everything else fade into the background.

Finally, he broke the silence with a soft chuckle. “I’m supposed to drop you off, aren’t I?”

“Yeah,” you replied, smiling up at him. “I suppose so.”

Reluctantly, he started the car again, but this time, you didn’t feel sad. There was a promise in his eyes, something unspoken but understood. No matter how many times this moment would end, it would always come back again, and every time would be just as special as the last.

As he pulled up to your home, he parked the car and turned to face you. “I’ll text you when I get home,” he said, brushing his lips across your forehead one last time.

“Don’t stay up too late,” you teased, smiling softly.

“Only if you promise to rest too,” he said, his voice playful yet full of affection.

With a last lingering kiss, you reluctantly left the warmth of his car and walked to your door, turning back once more to see him still watching you. You waved, and he waved back, his smile the last thing you saw before you stepped inside.

As the door closed behind you, your heart still raced with the memory of the night—of him, of the sweetness, the intimacy, and the quiet love that seemed to fill the spaces between you. No matter what tomorrow brought, tonight had been perfect.

[ricciardostoast]

HMS;; unholy

he absolutely knew of the cultural implications and found it interesting anyway

wc: 900+ [a/n: lol what can i say the world cup affected us all in mysterious ways] warning: implied daddy kink

"can you call me daddy?"

there was nothing you could've done to prepare for the shock you received when your boyfriend slipped into the kitchen with the request. it was enough to stutter the ascend of a fresh brew of roasted coffee to your lips as the liquid sloshed and splattered against the island counter.

"what?"

"daddy. like balenciaga daddy."

the lyrics from the hit sam smith song plays like a slow train wreck as you single in on the scene of the crime. out of everything that song implied, that was what he used as evidence to whatever he'd conjured up in his head. you had only left the man alone for a few minutes while he had finished brushing his teeth.

the lyrics from the hit sam smith song plays like a slow train wreck as you single in on the scene of the crime. out of everything that song implied, that was what he used as evidence to whatever he'd conjured up in his head. you had only left the man alone for a few minutes while he had finished brushing his teeth.

it wasn't as if it had even played on repeat. you recalled maybe a handful of occasions that it had come across the radio, often while you were making dinner or tidying up the flat.

it had never occurred to you how often it came to heung-min's attention either, though you were convinced now that he was listening to it more frequently on his own time. now you were even more curious what else he was drawing up on the internet.

heung-min was a curious individual, never afraid to try new things and resourceful when filling gaps between language barriers. there were a few odd bits that you would smooth over every once in awhile, but this—this was something new. and you didn't even know where to start.

it was pretty obvious that the man understood at least one use of the term to ask you so boldly, but still you had to check.

"wouldn't you prefer oppa?"

exchanging languages was a give and take between the two of you as you made house out of a home. from furniture arrangements to grocery store runs, you were each learning how to adapt and coexist. watching films together had to be your favorite when you meddled into more complex idioms and social constructs. apparently you had skipped over some important ones.

the man only shook his head, a prominent grin stretching his lips as he ripped a paper towel from the tether to help wipe up the dark liquid.

"oppa is different. it’s doesn’t give the same … impression as daddy."

what kind of ‘impression’ he was looking for would be an entirely different conversation to be had after you finished processing this one.

you really wish he would stop using that word so freely, at least for the sake of the heat blooming under your cheeks. it wasn't even worse because he knew what he was doing. the soft cackle under his breath evident of his intentions.

bracing your hands against the counter, you tried to gracefully mediate the situation.

"and why would you want me to call you that?"

it obviously wasn't a nickname he wished for in public. frequenting the spotlight came with the territory of miscommunication from the public. and with the prevalence of video recording, it would only take one stray ear to catch wind of a conversation and spin it into something bigger. granted this wouldn't be overly socially damning, but someone crafting a tale about your intimacy rubbed you wrong.

heung-min shrugged, but there was a pinch to his brow that indicated he was still thinking on it. the expression was enough to give you pause as you contemplated how much of this was a joke versus a serious inquiry. you couldn't put it past him to want to explore. the two of you were nearing your two year mark but rather agreeably settled in the relationship.

everyday presented an opportunity to test new boundaries, and apparently today was that lucky day.

"i prefer the way it sounds in english."

its your turn to observe, entranced, as a rosy hue colored the roundness of his cheeks. there was absolutely no doubt now that he had dabbled into the web to research just how different.

heung-min's dark eyes flickered up to catch yours, mouth turning a hitch downward as he read through your countenance.

"it doesn't need to be ... sexual."

but it would always be intimate. a word saturated with heavier elements no matter how lightly it was used. it's hommage would inevitably drag some toe-curling images to mind.

it was almost too beguiling to outwit your inquisitiveness. apparently the same could be said for heung-min if he had built up the courage to ask you outright.

but you knew this man, growing to love his playful and often curious person. he would prod at the idea but if you showed disinterest he'd back off with no further mention. he was endearingly considerate, enough so to make you want to experiment yourself.

your pause made the man apprehensive, lips parted with a mouthful of excuses to pull an emergency break on the conversation. but you weren't ready to give up just yet.

hand following the curve of the marble top, you slunk around to fit yourself between it and heung-min as you were the one to grin.

"how does the song go again ... mummy don't know daddy's getting hot."

the line of his throat hides your amusement as you roll to your toes to pepper nipping kisses to the curve of his jaw. before you reached your destination, his throat was already humming with a low moan while his hands came up to palm at your hips.

"at the body shop, doing something unholy—," a sharp gasp escaped as heung-min's hands dipped to grip onto your thighs to hoist them up around his waist.

it was certainly a fresh spark in your ever evolving relationship and something you couldn't skimp without at least attempting the taste of it.

nose to nose now, he was free to lean in and slot his mouth against yours. it was notably interesting, kissing a man whose mouth could split into a grin at any given opportunity. you couldn't help but laugh into his exhale.

'give me love, give me fendi, my balenciaga daddy.'