#sunoo one shots

[hyunjinners]

✧:･ﾟSandwiches → Kim Sunoo 𝗑 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 ˚₊· ꒰🥪꒱

꒰ 命 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 ꒱┊Sunoo likes to eat good sandwiches, but only the ones made by her best friend, but what happens when she's making them for another boy?

꒰ 命 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 ꒱┊Kim Sunoo x fem!reader

꒰ 命 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 ꒱┊lots of cuteness, jealousy, schoolgirl au, friends in love, Sunoo really wants Y/n only for himself.

꒰ 命 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ꒱┊none

꒰ 命 𝐖.𝐂 ꒱┊2,1k

꒰ 命 𝐀/𝐍 ꒱┊I'm following the enha again, so I thought nothing better than doing a chapter about my bias :)

⊹₊˚ʚ❛masterlist❜ɞ

WHEN you ask anyone what food reminds them of their childhood, they will automatically remember something made by their grandparents or even their parents.

However, for Sunoo, when he talks about any food that reminds him of his childhood, he would instantly remember his best friend.

Y/n has always been an independent child, being that typical child who is praised for being so mature and has high expectations of being an incredible adult.

During elementary school, her parents worked full time and often weren't even able to take her to and from school. Thanks to this, she was kind of forced to mature prematurely, learning to take care of herself quickly.

So, from the age of eight, every single day she was responsible for making her own snack. Of course, for a child she had her limitations, so her mother made lunch.

All the elementary students were enchanted by their independence and had Y/n as the most mature figure in the school, earning daily praise from her classmates.

And this popularity quickly reached the ears of Sunoo, Y/n's childhood best friend. They had known each other since birth, complementing each other and never really being apart from each other for long. Their parents thought this was really cute, so they nurtured this friendship by allowing them to see each other even outside of school.

Sunoo was proud that his best friend was so popular and strong, saying with conviction wherever he went that she was the best friend of all and that he was very lucky to have her. As time went by, she decided to please Sunoo by making snacks for him too and he felt extremely special for being the only one who ate the snacks made by Y/n.

Time passed and Y/n continued to improve her culinary skills and when they were in high school, she knew how to make the most varied foods and was proud of it. One time she even had lunch at her house and invited Sunoo. He swore he had never smiled so much in one day.

Even though she is extremely talented in the kitchen, Sunoo's favorite dish is still the delicious and simple sandwiches she has made since she was little. He felt as if they had a special bond, as if that simple meal strengthened the bonds between Sunoo and Y/n.

And today was no different. Lunch time finally arrived and Sunoo eagerly left the classroom and practically ran down the hall after Y/n. Unfortunately they didn't have many classes together, but at least they had a whole break to talk about anything and everything.

He thoroughly searched the entire length of the school yard, a place where they usually met to eat together, but he couldn't find her anywhere. He inspected the place one last time and went to look in other areas of the school where she was usually located.

After a while, he noticed that the break was almost over. Sighing in disappointment, he walks to the cafeteria so he can at least eat something before the day ends.

❪ 🥪 ❫

The sun was almost setting when Y/n was anxiously waiting for Sunoo at the school gates. Looking at the students leaving, she finally spotted Sunoo and waved at him happily with both arms, being greeted by a warm smile coming from him.

─── Where have you been? I looked for you at lunch, but I couldn't find you anywhere.

Sunoo speaks in a fake disappointed tone, looking her up and down.

─── oh my God! I completely forgot to tell you, I'm sorry. Mrs. Choi assigned me to tutor a boy in my class, so we stayed late in the library. I ended up losing track of time and when I went to notice the break it was already over.

She explains herself as they walk to their homes side by side.

─── Ah, if that's the case... Then it's okay, I forgive you. But please don't ever do that to me again, if I have to eat cafeteria food one more time I swear I'll hunt for worms on the patio floor.

Y/n makes a disgusted face and lightly hits Sunoo on the shoulder.

─── ew! No need to exaggerate, right?

She laughs at Sunoo's exaggeration and he responds with his usual mocking eye roll.

─── Will you be at the library tomorrow too?

─── oh yes. Classes will only last for two more days.

❪ 🥪 ❫

Said and done, the next day, Sunoo wasted no time and ran to the library. The fact that he hadn't had lunch with her the day before left him frustrated, but at least now he could catch up on all the gossip he heard in the hallways and talk about events in his classroom.

He approaches the table where Y/n is happily sitting, but his smile gradually drops when he sees who is sitting next to her.

Lee Joonho.

Why just him?

Lee Joonho is another one of the classmates who grew up together with Sunoo and Y/n. The problem is that he had a crush on Y/n since elementary school. Sunoo still remembers the time Joonho called him to ask if he could give Y/n's number, as he was interested in her. He still remembers the desire to squeeze Joonho's neck.

As he denied Joonho's request, the two never really understood each other again, forming a feeling of mutual hatred. Just imagining what Joonho was thinking when he was alone with you inside the library made Sunoo's blood boil with anger. I mean, he's also a man, so he has an idea of what's going on in other people's heads.

Having no idea what's going on, Y/n smiles happily as she sees Sunoo approaching, but she barely notices the discomfort evident on his face.

─── I'm glad you're here, Sunoo! I think you probably already know Joonho, so I don't think it's necessary to introduce them, right?

Sunoo sits right in front of them, staring deadly at Joonho, who just returns the look.

─── Yes, I know.

With a sinister smile, Joonho feigns affinity by responding in a forced tone of sympathy.

─── I think it's cute that you're still friends after so long. I really thought you guys would stop talking to each other in high school.

He rests his hand on Y/n's shoulder, affectionately stroking the area, but she doesn't seem to feel discomfort or really understand the real intentions behind that touch.

Sunoo closes his fists, pressing the sides of the chair where he is sitting. He wanted to hide his anger just to not make Y/n uncomfortable, but it was really hard not to make it obvious.

Who does he think he is? And why is he so close? Did he come to study or take advantage of sweet and affectionate girls?

Despite the anger in his thoughts, he tries to appear as calm as possible.

─── I think we like each other too much to just stay away.

Sunoo responds sarcastically, almost happy to feel victorious when he sees the anger behind Joonho's eyes.

─── right, boys. What do you think we eat now? That's why you came here, isn't it, Sunoo?

Sunoo's gaze softens as it rests on Y/n's cheerful figure. He nods and adjusts his posture so he can eat properly.

Taking the sandwiches from inside her cooler bag, Y/n takes out the sandwiches and Sunoo couldn't help but notice that she didn't make one more for Joonho. He smiles victoriously, gratefully taking the sandwich Y/n handed him, delighting in the first bite he took.

Sunoo's breath hitches in his throat when he sees her breaking the sandwich and giving the other half to Joonho. He starts coughing, almost choking, and doesn't miss his opponent's discreet smile.

─── Oh my God! Sunnie, are you okay?

His stomach might actually turn in a good way when he hears the old, gentle nickname she affectionately calls him, but the surprise at seeing her share the sandwich with that little piece of shit overcame any and all feelings.

Y/n grabs her water bottle, sharing the contents with Sunoo, worried in case he seriously chokes. He drinks the water quickly, and he definitely doesn't know whether the shortness of breath he feels is because of his surprise or because he drank the water so quickly that he barely had time to breathe.

─── Do you feel better?

At this point in the championship, Y/n came around the table, gently patting Sunoo on the back in a somewhat futile attempt to help him. Sunoo just stares at her with wide surprised eyes, then he stands up and grabs her hand.

─── we need to talk. Now.

─── but-

With no room for further complaints, he pulls her outside the library, a little flustered, but maintaining his usual gentle touch.

─── Look, you- you can only…

He runs a hand through his hair completely nervously, standing in front of her with his head down. He can swear it must feel like a bit at this point, so he takes a deep breath to try and calm himself.

─── why did you do that?

─── hmm? Sunoo… I don't understand anything. Are you well?

Her face is clearly filled with confusion and only now does he realize that maybe, just maybe, he had exaggerated a little. He wanted to hit himself right now.

─── Look, I'm sorry, but... who does that little shit think he is? First, he clearly arranged to take these extra classes with you, since obviously the teacher would ask you to explain the material to him because, obviously, You are the smartest and sweetest girl this school has, as well as being very understanding.

Sunoo raises her voice a little, not really caring about it right now. In fact, he wasn't rational at all right now.

─── and now, I am simply forced to see you sharing the sandwich that we always eat together with him? I mean, I know this sounds stupid, but to me it's not. This is very special to me. You are special to me, and so much! So he has no right to steal this from me.

The fast pace of Sunoo's voice matches your heartbeat. His thoughts were racing and he made every effort to think straight about what he said. When he finished speaking, his breathing was completely unregulated.

Once again in that short period of time, Sunoo is caught off guard by his own actions and words, embarrassment taking him over.

─── Are you… are you done, Sunoo?

He doesn't respond, just looking away embarrassed. Gently, she holds Sunoo's hand with one hand and rests the other on his cheek. Leaning forward a little and placing herself on tiptoe, she places a tender kiss on his cheek.

─── you don't have to be like this just because I shared a sandwich with him. But, if it's any consolation, he would never be able to fill the important role you play in my life, Sunoo. You are the only one for me.

He looks at her in amazement, feeling the phantom touch of the kiss that was just left on his cheek.

───… friends shouldn't say things like that to each other, Y/n.

For a second, he could see a flash of disappointment in her eyes. But then he smiles his usual radiant and contagious smile, returning the affectionate touch on her cheek.

─── but particularly? I don't want us to be just friends. I want to be able to love you the right way, the way I always did.

He wraps his arms around her, where she comfortably rests her head on his chest.

─── so let's make it happen.

⊹₊˚ʚ❛original by: @hyunjinners . like × reblog .❜ɞ

[dksfml]

picture perfect - lhs

pairing: ex!heeseung x midnight rain!reader genre: angst, exes meeting again in a different circumstance, heeseung is getting married, the one that got away word count: 2.5k summary: what's worse than interviewing your ex-fiancé for his wedding while tormented by the life you could have had? especially when you couldn't stop glancing on the ring on his finger.

My boy was a montage A slow-motion, love potion Jumping off things in the ocean I broke his heart 'cause he was nice

“When did you realize that she was the one? That it was love?”

The room was colder than you expected, or maybe it was the weight of the moment that made you shiver. Five years had passed since you left Heeseung behind, but here you were, standing across from him again. He stood in a pristine tuxedo, tailored to perfection, like the life he now led—polished, flawless, but distant. Heeseung, heir to a powerful conglomerate, and you, the broadcast journalist in a media uniform tasked with interviewing him for what was being called the "wedding of the century."

It had been an impossible love, one you knew couldn’t last. But that didn’t stop you from falling hard for him.

Back in college, it felt like the stars had aligned just for you two. You met by chance in a quiet library, studying late at night. You were flipping through notes, while he sat across from you, struggling to stay awake after hours of classes and business meetings for his family’s company. He caught your eye when he nearly fell asleep, knocking a stack of books to the floor.

“You alright there?” you had teased, a soft smile playing on your lips.

Heeseung rubbed his eyes and chuckled. “Yeah, just tired. Guess business majors don’t get to sleep, huh?”

That small interaction turned into late-night study sessions and shared meals at the local café, hiding from the world that seemed to have already decided your places. The more you learned about him, the more the quiet, gentle side of him drew you in—the side that wasn’t always front and center in the media’s image of him.

“Let’s keep this just between us,” Heeseung had said once, eyes soft as the two of you sat together in a dimly lit restaurant far off campus, tucked into a corner where no one would recognize him. “The world outside… it’s too complicated.”

You agreed, understanding the stakes. His family had expectations, and you were just an ordinary student. Yet, it didn’t stop the stolen glances in class or the secret hand-holding when no one was watching.

Those were some of the happiest moments of your life. No matter how fleeting, they felt like something real, something lasting.

And then there was that night—your last trip together before everything changed. The two of you had gone to a secluded beach, the sound of waves crashing against the shore the only witness to your love. Underneath a sky full of stars, Heeseung pulled out a ring, his hands trembling slightly as he looked at you, eyes wide with hope.

“I know it’s crazy… but marry me,” he whispered, his voice full of emotion. “I want you to be the person I come home to. The one who knows me when the rest of the world only sees… him.”

You had said yes without hesitation. How could you not? In that moment, it felt like everything was falling into place. You had both once pictured yourselves at opposite ends of the aisle—him in a crisp, white tuxedo, and you in the wedding dress of your dreams. It was this memory of him that still kept you awake at night.

But reality didn’t wait long to rear its ugly head. Graduation came, and with it, responsibilities neither of you could ignore. You got your dream job as a news presenter, but it meant constant travel. Heeseung, meanwhile, was tied to his family’s legacy, the weight of it pressing down on him, anchoring him to a life you couldn’t share.

"I can’t leave everything behind," he had told you one night, frustration evident in his voice. "This is who I am."

"I know," you replied quietly, staring down at the engagement ring on your finger, feeling its weight more than ever. "And I’m not asking you to. But I… I need to be someone too. I can’t just be… your shadow."

Heeseung had pleaded with you to stay, to make it work somehow, but deep down, you both knew it wasn’t possible. The worlds you came from were too far apart, the demands on you both too great.

When you took off the ring that night in his car, your hands trembling, the look in his eyes broke you. Heeseung had always been composed, even under pressure, but that night, he cried. You watched as his tears fell, and the ache in your chest felt unbearable.

"I’m sorry," you whispered, voice barely holding steady as you placed the ring in his palm. "I love you, but I can’t… I can’t do this."

Heeseung had tried to speak, but the words caught in his throat. All he could do was watch as you opened the car door and walked away.

Now, five years later, that past stood between you like an invisible wall.

The soft murmur of crew members adjusting lights and setting up cameras filled the studio, but all you could hear was the steady, rhythmic pounding of your heart. Heeseung sat in front of you, the gleam of his dark wedding tuxedo catching the artificial light. His hand rested on his knee, the gold band on his ring finger gleaming—a silent reminder of everything that had changed.

You cleared your throat, shuffling your notes, attempting to shake off the unease settling over you. This was supposed to be just another interview—routine, professional. But the tension in the air was palpable, an invisible thread tugging at memories you thought you’d buried.

"Mr. Lee?," you asked again, your voice steady, eyes fixed on the paper in front of you to avoid the intensity of his gaze. "A lot of people are curious about your relationship with Ms. Choi. When did you realize that she was the one? That it was love?"

Heeseung shifted slightly in his seat, his eyes flickering to yours before looking down at his hands. For a moment, he hesitated, and you found yourself unconsciously glancing at his left hand again—the wedding band glinting under the lights. The sight of it made your stomach twist.

"When did I know…" Heeseung trailed off, his voice quiet, reflective. He took a deep breath before answering, his eyes still focused on his hand. "I think love can be complicated. Sometimes, it’s not about a single moment, but a series of small ones. You come to realize what's expected of you, and you grow into it, bit by bit."

It was a carefully worded response—safe, diplomatic. He wasn’t answering the question. Not really. And that tugged at something deep inside you, pulling at threads you didn’t want to unravel.

You nodded, trying to move forward, but your thoughts were slipping. "But… when did it feel like more than just expectation? When did it feel like love?"

The words fell from your lips before you could stop them. Too personal. Too revealing. Heeseung’s eyes snapped to yours, surprised at the sudden shift, the edge in your voice. For a second, the air between you thickened, the unspoken past rising to the surface.

"When did it feel like love?" Heeseung repeated slowly, his eyes lingering on your face, as if searching for something. His voice softened. "There was a time I thought I knew… what love felt like."

You blinked, the space between his words loaded with meaning. There was an implicit sadness in the way he spoke, a crack in the façade he’d been holding up for so long.

You felt yourself sinking deeper into the moment, losing grip on the professional veneer you had worked so hard to maintain. Your gaze dropped to his left hand again, to the gold ring encircling his finger. It felt suffocating, knowing it symbolized a future you once imagined would be yours.

Your own fingers absentmindedly brushed against your ring finger, where once a promise had been worn but was now bare. Heeseung’s eyes followed the movement, his gaze lingering there for a moment longer than necessary. His lips parted, as if he wanted to say something, but he closed them again.

The camera’s blinking red light reminded you where you were. You cleared your throat, refocusing on the script, but your mind was still spiraling.

You hesitated before asking the next question, feeling the weight of it before the words even left your mouth. It wasn’t on the script—it wasn’t the kind of thing you were supposed to ask in an interview like this. But it was the question you had to ask, the one lingering at the back of your mind since you stepped into the room.

You swallowed, feeling your pulse in your throat. "Are you happy?"

The silence that followed was suffocating. Heeseung’s gaze lingered on you, and for the briefest moment, his polished composure cracked. His eyes softened, as if searching for something in yours.

He hesitated, his gaze dropping briefly to the ring on his finger again—gleaming and perfect, a stark contrast to your own bare hand. The ring you had taken off five years ago.

"I... I have everything I’m supposed to want," he began, voice quiet, almost too quiet for the room. His answer was measured, careful, like he was trying to convince himself as much as he was you. "I’ve built a life, a career... I’m where I’m supposed to be."

But then his eyes met yours again, and for a heartbeat, something vulnerable passed between you. "But happiness?" He let the question hang in the air, not answering it fully, but leaving the meaning clear. His gaze lingered a second longer, unspoken words filling the silence.

You bit your lip, trying to keep your emotions in check as the weight of what wasn’t said between you pressed down. His answer, or lack of one, told you everything.

You glanced down at your next question, but your voice betrayed you, trailing off as you asked, "Do you… ever think about the life you could have had? If things had been different?"

Heeseung’s gaze locked onto yours, his expression unreadable. The question hadn’t been on the script. You hadn’t even realized you’d said it until it was too late. A deafening silence filled the room, every crew member, every camera operator feeling the tension brewing between you both.

His jaw clenched slightly, and for a moment, it looked like he wasn’t going to answer. But then, his voice came, soft, barely above a whisper, yet laced with emotion. "Sometimes… I think about the life I could have had. The life I almost had."

The way he said it made your breath hitch. You weren’t sure if anyone else in the room could hear it, but to you, it felt like the only thing that mattered. His words hung in the air, filling the space between you with a weight too heavy to ignore.

You tried to regain control, but you were slipping further, your thoughts clouded by the memories you had worked so hard to forget. "Do you have any regrets about the past?” you asked, the question intended more for your own sake than for the magazine.

Heeseung's expression softened, and for the first time throughout the interview, his voice wavered. ‘Regret... it's complicated. There are times when you make choices because you believe they’re what’s best for everyone. Yet there are nights when you can’t help but think… what if?’"

His words hit you like a wave, washing over you with the force of all the unspoken feelings between you. What if. Two simple words, yet they carried the weight of everything you had left behind.

Your breath hitched, and you glanced down at your notes, trying to steer the interview back to safer ground. But the damage was done. You couldn’t hide from the truth anymore.

You felt your eyes well up, memories flooding back of the days when Heeseung had been your world. The secret rendezvous, the promises whispered under moonlit skies, the proposal on the beach—the life you almost had. You swallowed hard, pushing the memories down.

"Two weeks until the wedding," you said, your voice hollow, desperate to pull the conversation back to the present. "Are you… ready?"

Heeseung didn’t answer right away. Instead, he looked at you, really looked at you, as if seeing past the years, past the distance, and straight into the heart of the girl he had once loved. His lips parted, but the answer you expected didn’t come.

"Are you?" he asked quietly, the question hanging in the air like a lifeline.

Your breath caught in your throat. The room felt too small, the walls too close. You blinked, shaking your head slightly as if that could shake off the weight of the moment.

The tension between you was unbearable now. You could feel every unsaid word, every lingering regret, every what-if stretching between you, filling the space with a heaviness you could no longer ignore.

"Thank you for your time, Mr. Lee," you said, your voice tight, trying to wrap up the interview before you completely unraveled.

But as you stood to leave, Heeseung’s voice stopped you.

"Y/N…"

He adjusted his cufflinks, and the air between you grew heavier. Finally, he spoke, his voice low. “Do you ever think about… that time?”

You looked at him, surprised he had asked. The cameras aren’t rolling anymore. “All the time,” you admitted, the truth slipping out before you could stop it.

Heeseung nodded, his gaze dropping to the floor. “Yeah… me too.”

You paused, not daring to turn around, your heart in your throat.

"If I had another chance…" His voice was barely a whisper now, but it sliced through the room like a knife. "I would risk everything."

Your hand hovered on the door handle, but you couldn’t move. His words clung to you, wrapping themselves around your heart like a vice. You swallowed hard, blinking back the tears that threatened to fall.

But you didn’t turn back. You couldn’t.

Instead, you stepped out of the studio, the weight of everything unsaid pressing down on you, knowing that you’d leave this room just as you had left him five years ago—heartbroken and haunted by what could have been.

About an hour after the interview, you found yourself standing at the back of the studio, watching as Heeseung and his fiancée posed for their couple shots. He looked effortlessly handsome in his pristine black tuxedo, while she glimmered in a flowing gown, radiant and picture-perfect.

“Smile a little wider, Heeseung!” the photographer urged, and your heart ached as you watched him comply, his smile lighting up the scene in a way that had once been reserved for you.

You swallowed hard, the memories flooding back—late-night laughter, whispered secrets, and the way he’d promised you the world. A crew member nudged you, breaking your reverie. “They really are the perfect couple,” he said.

“Yeah,” you replied, your voice thick with unshed tears.

As you turned away, the sight of them—the life you had once envisioned—felt like a dagger to your heart. It was time to leave, to step back into your own reality, but a lingering question haunted you: What if things had been different?

[miufaeriz]

— unwanted attention

pairings: bf!park sunghoon x fem!!reader | genre: fluff | warnings: fluff, jealousy, protective bf | wc: 400+

the party was in full swing, the music pulsating through the air, as you and sunghoon arrived, hand in hand. you both were excited to be there, ready for a night of fun and celebration. however, this evening would soon put your relationship to the test.

as you entered the lively gathering, you saw many familiar faces and began to chat with friends. sunghoon, spotting one of his buddies across the room, decided to catch up with him. he trusted you to have a great time with your friends while he hung out with his.

you continued chatting and laughing, completely immersed in the vibrant atmosphere. however, as the night wore on, a guy you'd never met before approached you, introducing himself with a warm smile. he seemed friendly at first, striking up a conversation.

you engaged politely, enjoying the conversation. however, as the night went on, the guy's demeanor changed. he grew bolder, trying to get closer and initiating light physical contact that you weren't comfortable with. you glanced around, hoping to see sunghoon, but he was still deep in conversation with his friend.

as the guy's advances became even more unwelcome, your patience wore thin. you were trying to find a polite way to excuse yourself when, finally, you couldn't take it any longer. the guy made a particularly forward move, and you tried to step away.

just as the situation seemed to be escalating, sunghoon returned, his eyes immediately locking onto the scene. his protective instincts kicked into high gear as he saw the guy's hand reaching to hold your thighs.

sunghoon's expression grew serious, and he made a beeline towards you, standing between you and the guy. his voice was firm as he addressed the stranger, "hey, that's enough. she's with me. back off." you glance to notice sunghoon's presence, behind you.

the guy, startled by Sunghoon's sudden and assertive appearance, quickly got the message and retreated, muttering under his breath.

you let out a sigh of relief, grateful for sunghoon's intervention. "baby, thank you. I was getting really uncomfortable." you embrace him tightly, his sweet aroma with a hint of alcohol flooded your nose as you pulled him closer.

sunghoon's initial anger faded as he looked at you with concern, checking if you were fine. he wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you close. "i can't stand to see someone making you uncomfortable like that."

you smiled, feeling safe and cherished in Sunghoon's embrace. "I'm lucky to have you, baby." he smiled back warmly as you pull him in for a small soft kiss on his lips.

as the party continued, you and sunghoon spent time close together and had fun. the jealousy and anger had sparked a protective flame, but they were soon replaced by the warmth of your love and understanding. the night had reminded you both that sunghoon would always be there to protect and stand up for you, and your relationship was stronger because of it.

© luvn1n1 2023. all rights reserved.

[sanrikis]

mint choco hater 🍦– k.s

genre. fluff, non idol au, ice cream shop au, acquaintances to lovers (?) // pairing. non idol!kim sunoo x fem!reader // cw. cringe, flirting (?), vvv silly // wc. 1.2k // synopsis. sunoo works at an ice cream parlor and you’re their number one customer, freezing weather or not.

“here comes your favorite customer,” sunghoon’s voice rings out from the front. sunoo would never admit it, but he definitely perked up and almost jumped in joy at the sentence, before heaving out a sigh loud enough for sunghoon to hear.

���you can’t be serious. it’s like -10 outside,” sunoo huffs.

“oh i’m dead serious. get up here.”

sunoo rolls his eyes dramatically, but it was hard to hide his smile over the arrival of a certain regular in the ice cream parlor.

i mean really. it was -10 degrees outside. who wants ice cream in that kind of weather?

apparently this girl. and apparently she wants it in every kind of weather. the girl frequented the parlor weekly, sometimes daily, to get her beloved favorite ice cream flavor, (…). rarely was it ever something else that she got.

“it’s not even that good,” sunoo thought to himself. he was kind of still in disbelief over her appearance on today of all days.

“hello to my favorite ice cream parlor employee! how’s business today,” the girl questioned, a smile lighting up her face as she made her way up to the order station.

“very slow. i don’t know if you realized but it’s pretty cold outside.”

“oh i know… i just was really craving ice cream.”

“yeah…,” sunoo doesn’t know how to reply, so he asks, “do you want your usual?”

“not today! can you surprise me? ‘m getting kind of tired of(…),” the girl buzzes, her cold face beginning to warm up.

“surprise you?”

“yeah,” the girl nods.

“okay…”

sunoo grabs one of the cups and looks over the many flavors of ice cream.

“she’s practically had all of these,” sunoo thinks. “why is this so hard?”

then, his eyes glance over green and his eyes light up. “perfect!”

upon seeing his expression, the girls eyes trail over to where her look and she pales.

“not mint choco! i hate it,” the girl frantically calls to him, hands waving in a “no” motion.

sunoo can’t help but roll his eyes at her reaction, but still wants to manage to convince someone to try it.

“you sure? have you ever had it? it’s my favorite!”

“um i haven’t had it in a while, but most people don’t really like it and i’m not a big mint fan..,” the girl admits, her hands twiddling.

“cmon ice cream girl! try something new! you won’t regret it… if you do it’s on the house,” sunoo smiles, beginning to scoop the ice cream in the cup.

“…okay,” the girl whispers, hesitation laced in her voice. “if you say so my favorite ice cream parlor employee.”

“my name’s sunoo yknow. you can call me that if you want, since we see each other so much,” sunoo laughs, a smile beginning to form on his face.

“well you can call me y/n then sunoo,” the girl, y/n, smiles back at him.

sunoos smile is on full display now, a light blush dusting his face. it’s just first name basis… why is he so happy?

“okay y/n, here’s your mint choco ice cream,” sunoo beamed, sliding the ice cream across the counter towards y/n.

“thank you sunoo”

y/n grabs the cup but only stares at the ice cream, not moving to try it.

“don’t be scared y/n. it’s ice cream! it’s not gonna kill you,” sunoo laughs, coming around the counter towards the girl, but not before grabbing an extra spoon, “i’ll eat it with you,” he winks.

y/n feels a heat grow across her face, but does her best to keep her expression the same and act normal.

sunoo sees her face darken and a satisfied feelings envelops him. “atleast i’m not the only one who got flustered today,” he thinks.

“okay sunoo,” y/n whispers, looking up at him before looking back down quickly at the ice cream upon making eye contact with him.

“why am i acting like this? we always casually talk and make eye contact… usually he’s the more shy one,” y/n pouts to herself.

“okay count of three we’ll both take a bite okay!”

“okay…”

“1,”

y/n looks up at him again, fighting the urge to look away. she needs to be the confident one.

“2,”

sunoo notices her gaze and looks at her. a blush rushes to his face again but he maintains eye contact.

“3.”

they both bring their spoons to their mouths, y/n shutting her eyes as the ice cream hits her tongue.

“yup. not a big fan of mint,” y/n admits, her face scrunching in disgust.

“you’re being dramatic. it can’t be that bad,” sunoo laughs, reaching behind the counter to grab y/n a napkin.

using all the courage he had, he wiped some ice cream off of the girls lips, reveling in her face darkened once again.

y/n felt like her face was radiating heat, and honestly felt like she was about to short circuit.

“apparently it can. but atleast it was free.”

sunoo laughs again, bringing his hand up to cover his mouth.

“wow, he’s really pretty. how have i not noticed this before,” y/n thought to herself.

“y/n, did you really not like it,” sunoo asks, his head tilting to the side. y/n can’t help the smile that falls upon her face at the sight.

“i really did not like it.”

“why not?”

“i don’t like mint… like at all.”

“you’re a weirdo,” sunoo huffs put jokingly, “how can you not like mint but you’ll eat (…) almost everyday?”

“because (…) is good and mint is not. hope that helps,” y/n smiles.

“hmmm… what i think is,” sunoo starts, “that you came in with a bias and you didn’t give mint choco a full chance! you need to try it again some other day, when it’s not cold!”

“why would i try something i don’t like again a different time?”

“because we’re gonna go to a different parlor and eat it on a nice sunny day.”

“we are?”

“we are,” sunoo smiles, “if you’re not opposed to it of course!”

“i am not. so when do you want to have our mint choco redemption,” y/n questions, her eyebrows raising at the boy in front of her.

sunoo smiles again. he’s relieved she didn’t say no. but he hadn’t really thought that far ahead.

“not sure. can i get your number? to plan out the details of course.”

“sure.” sunoo pulls out his phone and y/n takes it from him and begins typing in her number.

she raises it and takes a picture before handing it back to sunoo.

when he looks at the new contact, a blush rushes over his face again.

“y/nie 🩷” accompanied by a very cute picture of y/n.

“very cute,” sunoo says, not realizing he’s talking out loud instead of in his head.

heat rushes to y/ns face as she tries to cover her face. she laughs, “thank you? your turn.” she hands her phone over to sunoo and he excitedly takes it.

he types and the holds the phone back as he puts up a peace sign and takes a photo.

“here ya go!” sunoo hands the phone back to y/n and she glances down at what he put.

“sunoo 🦊🧡”

“it’s cute!”

“i know!”

“okay i take it back,” y/n glares playfully, “but i kind of need to get going…”

“okay… i’ll text you when i get off,” sunoo smiles at her.

“i’d like that,” y/n smiles back.

“mhm… bye y/n.”

“bye sunoo… see you later.”

ೀ mia’s notes – i asked star if i could use her ice cream shop au idea for a oneshot and so i came up with this :D it kind of gets bad towards the end but i wanted to finish and post it, especially since i reached 200!!!! thanks so much teheheh!! i hope you guys like this :DDD

for @thesunoosshining <333 i hope you like it :333

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[tamas-love]

（ 제목 ）THINKING ABOUT.. BEST-FRIEND!SUNOO.

PRESENT.⠀⟡​⠀best friend sunoo thoughts.

（ 선우 ） — pairing = fem!reader x best-friend!sunoo ୨୧ warning = none, just cutie sunoo and charms~ ୨୧ no count.

a/n : for my pookie @uoalirie BUT also for anon !! instead of a one-shot i just did points.. remember to reblog, like, and ask for more!!

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best-friend!sunoo who you first met in the hallway on your way to class, he asked you where the music room was--and since you were on your way there he followed you. best-friend!sunoo who began to sit with you at lunch because you two had the same schedules, sometimes buying you snacks from the vending machine. best-friend!sunoo who always went to the nail salon with you just to sit there and talk the whole time you're getting your nails done, as well as being the one who picks your nail design. best-friend!sunoo who you told all your crushes about and he rated them on a 1-10 scale. best-friend!sunoo who was also your wingman and always tried to get you with your crushes if he thought they were good enough for you. best-friend!sunoo who you had study session with that lasted til late at night and early in the morning, and when you two realized the time you'd quickly get to bed and join in an (platonic) snuggle together, listening to asmr to fall asleep. best-friend!sunoo who you gossiped with on the way to school/class, and when the tea was right behind you sunoo would scream "fuck no!" and run off with you. best-friend!sunoo who took you to the rooftop at lunch after your boyfriend broke up with you because he knew you didn't want to cry in front of people, and always offered you tissues and his hoodie for your comfort. best-friend!sunoo who helped you dye your hair blonde after you got over the breakup, and to not make you feel embarrassed for showing up at school blonde, he'd dye his own to match yours (secretly to surprise you). best-friend!sunoo who sat with you on the coach bus on your way to the field trip destination so you could sit by the window and cuddle his arm comfortably, as well as so you two could eat (big backs) and watch dramas. best-friend!sunoo who (even though he's a boy) kept a few pads in his bag just in case you have an emergency, and when blood leaks through your skirt he always wraps his sweater around your waist to cover it up. best-friend!sunoo who had his wallet on him at ALL times when he was around you, knowing that when an ice cream truck pops up you two are running like biggies. (the only biggie here is ME for that shaved ice i'm running fr) best-friend!sunoo who, for prom, set you up with his homeboy who you liked and scored you a date. after prom, sunoo saw you two in the hall making out and quickly minded his business instead of butting in to get you home.. "yeah.. he'll get her home." he brushed it off, running away (not wanting to deal with ALLAT love.) best-friend!sunoo who you came to, sobbing your tears out after seeing a sad puppy story. in which, he had to comfort you and tell you that it's not real because why the fuck was the dog talking?? (your dumbass believed it) best-friend!sunoo who you went to the mall with, skipping around stores and buying all the matching pajamas. best-friend!sunoo who, one day, invited you over to his house on the day of your birthday and surprised you with a big birthday party after ignoring you and acting annoyed with you the whole day. of course, you were crying in the school bathroom after he ignored you so to make up, he fed you cake and let you open your presents. best-friend!sunoo who you graduated with at the top of your grade, you being the valedictorian and sunoo being salutatorian, and even while you two were going to two seperate colleges, still managed to be the ultimate power duo and meet up every weekend!

© tamas-love on tumblr, © tamas-love on wattpad ㅤㅤ𓈒ㅤㅤ𓈒 taglist open.⠀⦂ ⠀@nheyri , @uoalirie , @moonpri , @minaz-luv

[geutori]

⠀ ⠀ 💭⠀ ⠀ /⠀ ⠀ MIDNIGHT FICTION

⠀ ⠀ 𝓢𝖸𝖭𝖮𝖯𝖲ℐ𝖲⠀ : ⠀ 𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆𝗌 ( 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 )。

⠀ ⠀ 김선우⠀ ⟡⠀ 𝒇 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 ⠀ ⠀ 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗎 ⠀ ⠀ 𝟫𝟧𝟪 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌 ⠀ ⠀ 𝗰𝘄. ⠀ 𝗇𝗈𝗇𝖾 ⠀ ⠀ 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲. ⠀ 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 @𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗇 !

floating.

it’s how you felt whenever the prince was around. the stars and moon shone brighter, the breeze was always perfect when the two of you chased each other in the field of flowers that neighbored your castle, everything moving as if it was something out of an old film.

tranquility reigned when prince sunoo visited from time to time, not bothering to indulge in his duties as heir to the throne and instead pining over you and your beauty, unbeknownst to you.

his foolishness would end with a scolding from his father and a sympathetic look from his mother, someone who understood how much he yearned for you, the princess. she was once in his shoes, longing for a prince she couldn’t have.

you, on the other hand, were wild and carefree. your parents never paid mind to what you did, hoping you spent your years well before being shoved into the light of the throne. it was obvious you were spending them well, chasing the one person that made your days feel like a dream. nothing could make them happier than seeing their daughter pursue the prince she adored so much.

your visits were never long, neither were his, but the two of you always made the most of it. sneaking off at midnight, frolicking in the flower garden that accompanied your respective castles. they always ended with the two of you resting beside each other under the biggest tree in your gardens, a feeling of peace washing over the both of you each time the two of you fell asleep watching the sun rise.

but one night — one wondrous night — the prince had planned such a marveling evening for you. not too long ago, he found secluded area near the lake that separated your kingdom from the others. ruins, adorned with overgrown vines and flowers, border the lake. it was beautiful, like something out of a dream. he knew it was the perfect sight to execute his plan.

and after much arguing with his father, he had convinced him to allow him to marry you. he couldn’t bear the thought of losing you to another prince, much less be married off to some princess that wasn’t you.

asking for your father’s permission wasn’t as hard as sunoo assumed it was; your father knew how much you loved sunoo, and being married to a prince like him guaranteed your endless happiness, which is the one thing he wanted.

that night, sunoo made sure that everything was to his standards — the perfect meal was prepped and lanterns were hung on anything that could possibly hold the lanterns. a beautiful silk blanket rested on the floor of the ruin, emulating a picnic blanket, your favorite treats lined and a basket full of food on top of it.

your maids helped you choose your best dress, well aware of the plan the young prince had. you, on the other hand, were oblivious to what was happening, under the assumption it was another family dinner that was set up out of the blue.

modeling the most magnificent dress in your closet, your father had walked you down to the spot sunoo shared with him. in a way, he wasn’t ready to marry off his only daughter, but knowing you were to be proposed to by the one prince he truly respects, his qualms were slowly dying down.

nothing could have prepared you for the dream-like setting, and nothing could have prepared you for how handsome sunoo looked.

your night was filled with laughter and food, sunoo gladly feeding you your favorite sweets. it was truly the most blissful night you experienced, but it would only become more precious as the night carried one.

as the sunset across the horizon and the two of you packed to head back to your castle, hoping to make it before night grew. to your astonishment the beloved prince got down on one knee, revealing the ring he had gotten, customized to your liking. it caused you to halt your movements, admiring how gorgeous it was, the ring glittering in the moonlight.

so many emotions crashed onto you; joy, surprise, but most importantly — love.

your love for him was stronger than any other force, and it only took this long for you to figure out how much you were truly enamored by him. the little things he did always brought you butterflies, and though at the time it didn’t make sense, it did now. you loved him like you loved no other.

and who were you to say no to prince sunoo?

delighted by the surprise, you nodded, holding your hand out for the prince. he gracefully slipped the ring onto your ring finger, kissing your hand then after. the gesture made you blush, to which he smiled triumphantly.

swiftly, he got up and pulled you towards him, his hands moving to rest gently on your waist.

“may i kiss you?” he would ask in a whisper, to which you nodded in response.

his cushion-like lips met yours, capturing them in a sweet kiss.

what a perfect way to end the night.

with a yawn, you closed the story book in your hands and perched it on your bedside table. your droopy eyes couldn’t stop themselves from fluttering shut as you brought your blanket to your chin, nuzzling into it.

as you drifted into a soft slumber, your mind replayed the scenes in the story book, a warm smile on your face as you dreamt of a prince just like the one in the fairytale.

© GEUTORI, 2024 ⠀/ ⠀my works are purely fiction and, in no way, reflect the idol as a person. please like and reblog if you enjoyed!

[harufluff]

— enhypen masterlist ☆

fluff - ☁️) angst - 🫀) fem!reader - ⭐️) gn!reader - 🥥) thoughts - 🎶 smau - 🪷)

— ot7 ☆ headcannons & reactions

enhypen first “i love you”s > ☁️🥥

enhypen kisses > ☁️🥥

relationships with enhypen (pictures) > ☁️⭐️

what enhypen would call their s/o > ☁️🥥🎶

things enhypen say > ☁️🫀🥥

asking them to marry you over the phone (unironically) > ☁️⭐️🎶

— members ☆

yang jungwon -

one for each > ☁️🫀

bf!jungwon > ☁️🎶

instagram stories > 🥥☁️🪷

lee heeseung -

oh god, not again... > ☁️🥥

your finally back... > ☁️⭐️

park jay -

bf!jay > ☁️🎶

sim jake -

stop that!! > ☁️🫀

everyday instagram stories > ☁️🪷⭐️

park sunghoon -

in the dead of night > ☁️⭐️

late night park trip > ☁️🫀⭐️

not complaining > ☁️🫀

bed head > ☁️🥥

kim sunoo -

nothing yet…

nishimura riki -

birthday picnic > ☁️⭐️

a little longer? > ☁️🫀🥥

heart eyes > ☁️⭐️

things he needs > ☁️🎶🥥

you're finally back > ☁️⭐️

i love you 3000 > ☁️🫀⭐️

instagram stories > ☁️🥥🪷

stuck with me > ☁️🎶🥥⭐️

©️harufluff 2023

[sungnxxn]

ALLODOXAPHOBIA al-lo-dox-a-pho-bi-a is the fear of opinions. This phobia can manifest as a fear of being pressured by the opinions and expectations of others, including friends.

[college student!p.sh x female college student!reader] Genre: Angst Word Count: 1,135 Notes: BREAK UP!! (even two); Sunghoon is a jerk (ok,, ig??); written in third person; both Sunghoon and Jungwon are on the same Basketball Team; female!reader has kind of unhealthy coping mechanism; English is not my first language,, so bear with my grammar/spelling mistakes; inspired by the song: pale honey-friends PHULEASE,, read the authors note at the end,, shank yewww !!! DO NOT REPOST NOR TRANSLATE WITHOUT PERMISSION !!! :NOW PLAYING: 🎧 Pale Honey - Friends 🎸

1:19 ───|────── 4:09

↻ ◁ II ▷ ��

A month had passed. Exactly a month since that one unfortunate night when their relationship ended. Since then, she had finally allowed herself to feel and breathe freely. She permitted herself to identify the sadness, the anger, the disgust, and the deep emptiness within her. Yet, she also granted herself healing and the assurance of her own presence and peace of mind. She made the decision to avoid any interactions with him at all costs, just to let herself breathe.

I set myself free in my own time now I'm all alone I really don't mind

At some point, she found herself in the stands of the basketball hall, there to show her support for Jungwon - her best friend of six years — who was ready to have a match with his team against the opposing school. As she sat there, she overheard some girls sitting in front of her gossiping about her and Sunghoon's past relationship.

Apparently, every time Sunghoon is asked about the reason for their breakup, he either shrugs it off by telling others that they didn't share the same trajectory or, if he's constantly pressed about it, he says they broke up because of a lack of time due to their tight schedules and exams. What a lie.

but would you leave it out when you tell everyone about us so much went so wrong between me and you

Trying to ignore the recently received information, she cheered silently for her best friend throughout the whole match, yet she was not able to shrug off the memories of her breakup with Sunghoon. Sunghoon has always been a man of pride, whether it was his grades, his looks, or his family's wealth. He always had everything he wanted. Yet, the only thing he did not have was a significant other. While all his friends were bragging about their relationships, Sunghoon could not help but feel pressured and down. So he decided to date her.

They met in a shared chemistry class, where Sunghoon desperately looked for a girl he could pick to be his girlfriend. He flashed his beautiful smile at her and arranged to meet up frequently, whether it was for their studies, the music they shared, or simply each other's presence. At first, he thought the feelings would come after a while, but they didn't, and he did not want to deal with that issue any further. He chose to ignore the tenderness and kept on feeding the facade of being in love.

After a while of dating, Sunghoon's constant way of vaunting about his girlfriend to his friends became very stressful and bothersome to her. She could not stand the pressure of always being the center of attention around his friends. She elected to calmly confront her boyfriend about the struggle she had been hiding deep down, which resulted in a heated argument. Sunghoon revealed his real intentions about their relationship, explaining how he just wanted to boost his self-esteem, to feel less left out, less pressured, and not embarrassed around his friends for not having a girlfriend.

She could not believe nor process the words that spilled from his mouth, so she just stared at him in disbelief. Sunghoon, not able to stand her silence, told her how much he cherished her just as a trophy to show around his friends, without having any strings attached. Soon after, she made the decision to end their relationship. Unable to look at his face anymore, she spared no time and stormed out of his college room to go to her own. Tears threatened to spill out, yet she did not cry. She did not want to cry. Arriving in her own room, she blocked his number and decided to go to sleep, just to ignore her own salty eyes.

now that it's done you can tell all your friends

After the match ended with a win for her school's team, everyone cheered loudly while she just smiled proudly at her best friend. The basketball players approached the stands, and in the crowd of the team, she noticed a familiar face—not her best friend's, but her ex-boyfriend's—Sunghoon. Sunghoon, running ahead of himself towards the stands, smiled brightly and hugged a tall and slim female figure, then a moment later, kissed her passionately. Seeing this, she looked quite shocked and felt a little bit hurt, but she hoped he treated that girl differently than he had treated her.

without me around you can take turns with everyone

Some time passed. Just as she was about to exit the toilet stall, she heard a girl running and crying into the stall next to hers, disrupting her peace. She decided to stay quiet, not wanting to startle the girl. Accidentally, she overheard the girl talking to someone on the phone. Through tears, the girl explaines how much she loved a boy and how hurt she felt after an argument a few minutes ago over a minor inconvenience. The girl continued, describing how the boy had said hurtful things to her, claiming he did not love her and that she was useless, only seen as another trophy by him. Hearing this, she froze on the spot, her own breakup suddenly flooding back to her.

She exited the stall in a hurry and walked anxiously through the school hall, her thoughts racing freely in her mind. She couldn't believe that the boy she once loved and cherished had turned into such a heartless pride machine. She could not believe that Sunghoon continued to break the hearts of innocent girls just to feed his own ego and impress his friends.

even now as I'm on my own it wears me down and I've lost control

Arriving at her dorm room, she lied in her bed and chuckled at her own hope of Sunghoon changing. Soon after, the chuckles turned into wholehearted laughter as she reminisced about the lies Sunghoon told his friends about their past relationship and their reasons for breaking up.

after all we've been through would you tell everyone leaving out how you made me feel and what went wrong

Right after, the laughter turned into single droplets of tears, which trickled down her cheeks as she realized how insecure Sunghoon must feel — unable to tell the truth and live authentically, wearing a mask while breaking hearts. She felt sorry for him, though she shouldn't have; after all, he had broken her heart. Yet here she was, and the world did not end.

now that it's done you can tell all your friends

At the end, their priorities diverged: she would prioritize her future significant other, while he would always prioritize his pride and his FRIENDS.

without me around you can take turns with everyone you can tell all your friends you can tell all your friends

Authors Note: Yellow yall,, my first ff on tumblr and ngl kinda nervous,, hope you enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing this !! I am open for any improvements, so feedback is very much appreciated (the negative one as much as the positive),, take care everyone !! (?)

(06.07.2024)

[wonbinistic]

Home: where comfort greets you at the door

pairing: enha maknae line x fem!reader

genre: fluff...a bit too much of it

warning: they are a bit clingy here hehe<3

about; spending precious time with the precious maknaes of enhypen

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You attempted to ignore the flood of messages taking up space on your phone screen, all from the younger members of your group chat bombarding you with pleas. Sometimes, their clinginess was overwhelming. A sigh escaped you as a video call request appeared, their desperation evident. If you didn't adore them, you would've blocked their numbers ages ago. "Yah, how dare you be on your phone now," Sunoo scolded. Attempting to explain was futile as complaints continued to pour in. "WOULD YOU GUYS JUST LET ME SPEAK!" you finally shouted desperately into the screen, followed by a mumble of apologies.

As conversation flowed, you continued about your day, not daring to end the call as they practically shrieked at the notion. Carrying your phone to the kitchen, you raided the snack cabinet. Your friends on the other end pouted, stuck in their break with no allowance for sweets.

As the minutes ticked by in eager anticipation, Jay and Jake lent a hand in setting up the space. The coffee table became a mosaic of delectable snacks and a variety of drinks, while twinkling fairy lights adorned the room, adding a touch of enchantment to the atmosphere. With a sense of excitement building, Jay and Jake bid their farewells, extracting a playful promise from you to safeguard the place while they were away. As they exited, a sudden rush interrupted their departure— a towering figure brushed past them, wrapping you in a swift and tight embrace. Jungwon and Sunoo swiftly followed suit, enveloping you in a spontaneous group hug, exchanging warmth and affection in the embrace.

The room buzzed with an electric energy as their presence filled the space, marking the beginning of what promised to be a memorable time together. Ni-ki flung himself onto a beanbag, scooping a handful of popcorn into his mouth.

"Ew, Ni-ki, did you even wash your hands?" Sunoo wrinkled his nose at the boy, who nonchalantly munched on his snack before complying and heading to the sink. You chuckled and joined them, swapping stories about your day. Leaning against the door frame, you hugged your cardigan tighter, admiring your friends with fondness as they enthusiastically told you about the newest plans for their upcoming schedules. “The song is so good, I'll give you a listen when possible.”,Sunoo promised.

Later, everyone changed into matching pajamas; yours coordinated with Jungwon's. The snug sleepwear was embellished with bears, a favorite of yours. You recalled how Jungwon had found it adorable on himself and insisted on getting you a matching set. Sunoo, in full showmanship, posed with his phone, capturing a snapshot of him and Ni-ki proudly displaying their matching outfits. "Which movie should we watch? I can't endure Mean Girls for the hundredth time," Ni-ki slouched into his beanbag as Jungwon settled beside you. "Why not? Hyung! I wanted to sit next to y/nie…" Sunoo pouted, feeling a pang of betrayal from his friend. He even won the rock-paper-scissors match for that spot, a stroke of luck for him.

"We can switch after the first movie," Jungwon giggled, resting his head on your shoulder. Your hand instinctively found its way to his freshly washed hair, fingers threading through the damp strands. Jungwon emitted a contented hum at the gentle massage, snuggling closer to you. Catching sight of the tender moment, Ni-ki turned to Sunoo beside him. "What are you waiting for?"

"I just got a manicure..." Sunoo confessed, earning a playful eye roll from Ni-ki. The room dimmed as the movie paired with the christmas tree in the corner cast a kaleidoscope of colors around. Half-covered under throw blankets, you all embraced the warmth, sinking into a cozy comfort. Out of habit and seeking solace, Ni-ki reached for your hand, intertwining fingers to seek both comfort and additional warmth.. In that serene ambiance, each touch and shared moment seemed to radiate a sense of love and assurance, enveloping everyone in a comforting embrace. You sensed a gentle nudge at your side, glancing down to find Jungwon pointing towards the snack bar, whispering, "Feed me."

Reaching across to the coffee table adorned with an assortment of snacks, your fingers selected a pack of sour gummy worms.

The room echoed with the crinkle of the candy packet as you tore it open, savoring one yourself before complying with Jungwon's request. Another nudge followed, this time from Ni-ki, expressing his desire to be fed too. "Noona, toss it in the air, and I'll catch it with my mouth," the youngest exclaimed. Sunoo, capturing the entire playful moment on camera, cheered as you executed the stunt flawlessly, each throw landing perfectly.

Returning your focus to the movie, you enveloped both boys in a warm embrace, planting a kiss atop each of their heads. Sunoo found himself reclined on the floor, his head nestled against your stomach. Seeking closeness, he sighed, feeling a sense of calm wash over him. His eyelids grew heavy, signaling an impending slumber, while the other two remained wide awake, cherishing the fleeting moments, yearning for time to stand still. "Anyone up for some tea? I'm going to make some," Jungwon rose from his spot, prompting a request from Ni-ki for a cup. "Pour me one too, thanks, hyung." With those words, Jungwon disappeared into the kitchen, leaving you in the company of a dozing Sunoo and Ni-ki, who diligently adjusted the blanket to cover Sunoo more snugly. His endearing gesture was followed by a whispered 'cute,' escaping his lips.

As your phone softly chimed for attention, a message from Heeseung appeared, inquiring about life in the dorms. You replied with a swift snapshot of your peacefully sleeping friend cradled in your lap. Setting your phone aside, you delicately traced your fingers through Sunoo's hair, making sure not to disturb his peaceful rest. "Wow, these chocolates are too good! Where did you get them?" Ni-ki managed to mumble between mouthfuls of the delicious treat. With a playful tone, you playfully remarked, "Careful now, no talking with a mouthful, kid!"

The sweet aroma of raspberry tea wafted through the room as Jungwon returned, balancing a tray of steaming cups. Passing you your tea, he cautioned, "Be careful, it's hot."

The tray found its place on the coffee table, and you blew gently on the hot tea, attempting to cool it down. The three of you sat in a serene silence as the movie credits scrolled by. Jungwon's chuckle broke the quietude, prompting a curious glance from you. "Sunoo didn't get to switch places," he chuckled, casting a glance at the slumbering Sunoo cradled in your lap. "You knew he'd fall asleep, didn't you?" Ni-ki grinned mischievously. You playfully swatted him with your free hand, eliciting a groan in response.

[niki-phoria]

IT'S LIKE A POLARIOD LOVE

pairing: student!sunoo x gn!student reader (no pronouns used) genre: fluff word count: 504

includes: non idol sunoo, kissing in public

you can’t remember when it started - when his hand so much as brushing against your own sparked a fire against your skin. when your thoughts began to blur from innocent questions about his skincare routine into pondering about how sunoo’s lips would feel when pressed against your own. when platonic sleepovers became sleepless nights watching over the boy curled up peacefully beside you. 

sitting in your university’s library, sunoo’s hushed feedback goes ignored in favour of silently observing him. the coffee order you had brought as a thanks sits forgotten on the table beside him. he occasionally raises his hand to brush through his unstyled bangs - a particularly attractive habit you had grown to love. 

“y/n?” sunoo asks, his voice breaking you out of your daydream. he glances over at you, cocking his head to the side slightly. “are you even listening?”

“sorry,” you whisper, shaking your head in the hopes that your embarrassment isn’t overly visible. “what were you saying?”

sunoo remains silent, pushing your computer to the side. your notes lay sprawled across the table surrounding you - reminders of what you were supposed to be doing when you had initially asked him to sacrifice his free time to help you. 

his chair scrapes against the carpeted floor as he moves even closer to you. sunoo’s eyebrows furrow in concern as he shifts to face you. “what’s on your mind? you seem kinda… out of it today.”

you purse your lips, anxiously fidgeting with your fingers in your lap. your gaze traces each scuff mark on your shoes as your mind races with excuses - excuses that are all forgotten when sunoo speaks again. “y/n, you know you can tell me anything. i’ll always be here for you.”

“i think…” you pause, swallowing your fear down your throat and forcing the words to leave your lips. your anxious eyes glance around the room to scope out the other students, all sufficiently busy with their own course work or inappropriately gossiping with their friends. taking a deep breath, you close your eyes before letting the words tumble out. “i really like you.”

sunoo smiles; his cheeks flush as he reaches across the table to take your hand into his own. you stare down at your intertwined fingers as if to memorize the way his body seems to mold perfectly against yours. like you were made for each other. 

“i like you too, y/n,” sunoo murmurs. the words are so quiet you almost miss them - or maybe your heartbeat is blocking out the noise. his touch is gentle against your skin when he reaches up, cupping your cheek with his hand. sunoo’s gaze meets yours for a second before he speaks again. “can i kiss you?”

your breath hitches in your throat. time seems to move agonizingly slowly - like you’re stuck in a dream and you’ll wake up at any moment. but you don’t. heat blooms in your chest. your eyes flutter closed as sunoo leans in, crashing his lips against your own. 

notes: i've been reading the dark moon webtoon and i am so tempted to make a fic about it sklndslk

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[sageryuri]

I’LL TAKE CARE OF YOU, KIM SEONWOO.

pairing kim seonwoo + reader.

genre fluff.

summary you’re feeling extremely under the weather, and you’re also the only person sunoo can deal with for longer than an hour.

word count 0.6k

warnings apart from some sickness, all good

an i don’t usually read anything for sunoo but he’s such a sweet boy and deserves so much more appreciation than he gets :(

You're sure your body is beginning to overheat at this point. All day, your temperature has been through the roof and you can barely bring yourself to lift your body from your bed.

Dramatically, you had been moving positions every five minutes; lying on your back, sprawling out, curled up into a ball — but none of them were able to subdue the pain that you were feeling.

When you hear a knock on your door, you sigh and wrap yourself deeper into the duvet. Today was not the day for visitors and you had no planned arrivals, so you imagined it was nothing important. The door goes again, though you continue to ignore it due to how weak you were feeling, the aches in your body would only worsen if you decided to stand up.

Then, your phone rings.

"Hello..." Your voice cracks through the phone since you had hardly said a word all day, causing you to cringe at yourself. You hadn't even looked at the called ID, so you had hoped it was someone you were close with.

"Why do you never answer your door? I've been waiting for almost five minutes! Are you okay?" Sunoo's voice makes you feel the slightest bit better immediately, even though he's already judging you through the phone.

"I'm sick. Like- really, really sick. I can barely move, sorry for not coming to the door." You let out a small, rough cough, "You have a key, why didn't you just open the door?"

"I left it at the dorms by accident because Jay and Sunghoon were being idiots. I thought I'd come here since I prefer your company over theirs. You should have told me you were sick, I would have brought some medicine and soup." His voice becomes more concerned after learning about your illness.

You shake your head in response despite the face he was unable to see you.

"I don't want you to get sick, Sun. I would have rather you stayed at the dorms and deal with their shit instead." You reply, standing up from your bed with great persistence as you walk towards your mirror.

Sunoo doesn't care what you look like because he'll love you all the same even if you look a mess. Though, you do this for your own dignity, brushing your hair and teeth before you let him in your home.

"I'd much rather be sick with you than spend another minute with them when they've had too much sugar. Now, let me in. I'll look after you until you're feeling better." The softness in his speaking when he diverts the conversation to your sickness makes your heart swell happily.

When you open the door, he pouts at the sight of you. He enters your home, grabbing your hand and pulls you back into your bedroom and makes you get back into your bed. Sunoo doesn't say much, he leaves you in your room and disappears for at least half an hour.

Too tired to check on him, you fall into a deep sleep.

Meanwhile, Sunoo is cooking up a storm in your kitchen. He asks Jay for help on a phone call, receiving specific instructions in order to provide the best medicinal soup that was ever made, just for you.

Due to your stuffy nose, you can barely smell so you're still fast asleep when he comes up to your room holding a bowl of freshly made soup. He places it slowly onto the desk table and sits next to you on your bed, hands threading through the hair on your scalp.

He watches the way your chest rises, the slight pout on your pretty lips, and decides he wouldn’t mind letting you sleep for a little while longer.

[preceriisblog]

momentary reality (no such thing as love in la) - jake + ni-ki from ehypen one shot

"I'm sorry." Before he can make a run for it out of that alleyway, he's being body slammed into the brick wall. He groans loudly in pain as he's shouldered into the wall for a second time, just for good measure, cheek smashed into it and drawing blood. Then he's reprimanded with a gun pressed onto the side of his head and when he dares to look at his captor, he comes face to face with Lee Heeseung who, interestingly enough, is staring at him with intrigue more than revulsion. "What the hell are you?" He tilts his head. before he could answer, a strangled sob sounds from the corner of the alleyway. There, Jay stands over the dead body, tears in his eyes as he grits, "He's a goddamn murderer, that's what he is."

Accused of murder and his name written in bold on a supernatural mafias hitlist, Nishimura Riki must prove himself innocent with the help of his childhood best friend turned detective, a cop who absolutely hates his guts, an incubus, a demon who is shit at his job all while battling his own nature.

an excerpt + summary and aesthetics of my yunki + enhypen two-shot (minor sunsun & jaywon)! if you'd like to check it out, i've uploaded it both to wattpad and ao3!

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[maeum-your]

↺ did you know...?

pairing: kim sunoo x fem!reader

synopsis: sunoo misses you and can't stop bringing you up in any and every conversation.

genre: fluff

word count: 1.1k

the members were seated comfortably in the car, chatting after a long day of work.

jay sighed blissfully and snuggled further back into his seat. 

“i love that belift gave us the opportunity to just work out for an entire en-o‘clock episode.“ 

“my thighs are burning,“ whined jake. “too many squats.“

“beauty is pain,“ said sunghoon. “eh, heeseung? not dying anymore?“ he nudged the elder boy playfully, who turned as red as a tomato.

“shut up.“

a proud grin spread on riki‘s face. “i totally nailed the squats. steady is better than fast.“

“and then there‘s sunoo who was neither steady nor fast.“

“hey,“ protested the said boy and crossed his arms in front of his chest, “the thing was wobbling way too much. if y/n had been there we could‘ve suffered together.“ he pouted.

jay flexed his biceps and looked at it proudly. “sadly, there weren‘t many opportunities to train my arms. i might just head straight to the gym when we‘re back.“

“did you know,“ started sunoo, “that the word ‘muscle‘ comes from the latin term musculus, meaning ‘little mouse‘? that‘s what they saw when looking at a flexed arm.“

“how would we know that?“ said jungwon. “and how do you know that? did you double check your sources?“

“y/n told me all about it. she‘s so knowledgeable.“ he started smiling fondly.

a chorus of ‘of course‘ echoed through the car. y/n again. the car turned silent, the music on the radio and the soft breathing of the boys the only thing you could hear. the members were all very well aware that once the y/n talk started it was impossible to make it stop.

bts‘s dynamite started playing.

“talking about fun facts,“ sunghoon and jake exchanged glances, “the last time y/n and I heard dynamite on the radio she remembered this: peanuts can be used to make dynamite. isn‘t that incredible?“ he exclaimed full of wonder. “i don‘t remember the exact process but something turns into something which then can be used in dynamite.“

“aha,“ said jungwon. “the beauty of mother nature.“

“very true,“ agreed sunoo passionately.

he rested his head on his hand and looked out the window. 

“just like this sunset,“ he went on. “how beautiful it is with all its pinks and oranges. but did you know that sunsets on mars are actually blue? but i think the ones on earth are so much cooler. i miss watching sunsets with y/n, i‘ve been so busy lately. it‘s been too long since i last saw her.“

“why don‘t you write her a love letter if you miss her so much“ it was a sarcastic remark made by riki but sunoo nodded passionately.

“she might like that. i should sent her an e-mail.“

many eyebrows were raised.

“do i even want to know?“ asked jake.

“hyung, you might actually know this but in australia there are people who write love letters to trees. the system was originally set up so people could report if there was anything wrong with the trees but they started addressing love letters to them instead.“

“y/n is a tree. got it,“ teased jay.

sunoo sent a sour look his way. but before he could retort, a loud grumble interrupted the tension. heeseung clutched his stomach.

“god, i’m hungry. we should order something to eat.“

“ooh, I want pizza,“ exclaimed riki.

jay pulled out his phone. “i‘ll order. is domino‘s okay?“

everyone nodded. pizza was always good.

“i‘ll have the korean sweet potato one,“ said sunoo. “y/n likes that one best.“

“on the topic of y/n,“ he began yet again but was quickly interrupted by sunghoon who was rolling his eyes. 

“what fascinating other trivia did she tell you?“ 

“japan‘s domino's used to have a reindeer training program to deliver the food during christmas a few years back but they had to stop because the reindeers were too hard to train. cool concept though.“

after registering the looks of his members, he puffed out his cheeks. “fine. i‘ll be quiet.“

no one protested. jay ordered the pizza and they all spent the rest of the ride on their phones.

sunoo decided to text the love of his life.

sunoo: my love, how are youuuuuu? <3

y/n: i‘m good but i miss you :((((

y/n: how are you doing? ^-^

sunoo: we filmed another en-o‘clock episode! we went to the gym this time

sunoo: i swear I almost died

sunoo: i need to tell you all about it!! it was SO funny

sunoo: do you have time to call in about ten minutes?

y/n: why don‘t we talk now? :)

they were pulling up to their apartment complex now.

sunoo: gimme a couple of minutes to go inside and then i‘ll call you

y/n: you could do that but that would be quite inconvenient if we‘re already talking in person

sunoo: huh? 

sunoo: wdym?? 

sunoo: love??

y/n: look out of the window ;)

sunoo almost dropped the phone when he spotted his dear girlfriend waiting in front of the main entrance. luckily, the car was already standing still because sunoo would‘ve jumped out regardless to greet y/n by spinning her around.

he gave her a quick peck, grinning from ear to ear. her expression mirrored his.

“but how?“ he wondered.

she nodded towards the members who were just now exiting the car. jay held up his phone.

“you were being so incredibly pathetic that I decided to put you out of your misery. i ordered one more pizza too, so enjoy.“

sunoo wiped an imagined tear from his eye. “thank you, hyung.“

jay rolled his eyes but still smiled.

y/n grabbed sunoo‘s hand and they walked inside, swinging their arms. they took off their shoes and left them by the entrance.

“how long until the pizza arrives?“ asked jungwon.

“around ten minutes,“ replied jay.

“perfect. just enough time to prepare my overnight oats.“

“did you know that the first breakfast cereal had to be soaked overnight before it could be eaten?“ y/n asked sunoo while walking towards the couch. “they baked graham flour into brittle cakes, crumbled it up and then baked it all again. it wasn‘t edible at all if it wasn‘t soaked overnight.“

“i didn‘t know,“ smiled sunoo, “but now i do.“

he pressed a light kiss on her nose, then pulled her into a tight embrace.

“i learn so much when i‘m with you.“

a/n: i wrote this during my lunch break and edited it between two classes LMAOO but I actually think it's quite cute

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[poistura]

𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐊 + 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐄 ✶ The 𝑤𝒂𝒚 it is, we're on land So I'm someone to 𝒉𝑜𝑙𝑑 true, Keep you 𝑐𝒐𝒐𝒍 when it's still alive Won't let you 𝒅𝑜𝑤𝑛 when it's all ruin

[tamas-love]

（ 제목 ）NO MATTER WHAT.

PRESENT.⠀⟡​⠀in which, sunoo comforts you when you feel insecure about your boody.

（ 선우 ） — pairing = fem!reader x bf!sunoo ୨୧ warning = body negativity ୨୧ wc = no count

a/n : mini one-shot because i'm bored and i feel fat after eating some pasta..

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ㅤ𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐄 into the mirror, shirt folded up as you stare at your figure in the mirror. I'm so ugly. You thought, running your fingers over the small stretch marks that had shown itself recently.

ㅤYou felt that you've gained weight recently, or maybe you were just a little more squishy than usual, or maybe you ate too much of that carrot cake..

ㅤEither way, the insecure feeling that swallowed you up was overwhelming.. and eventually you began to cry.

ㅤFeeling more insecure and uglier than ever, you put on a big hoodie to cover your tummy and that one big pair of sweatpants sitting in the back of your closet.

ㅤSunoo, your boyfriend, was supposed to come over but since you never opened the door he took it upon himself to put in the passcode to your lock and open the door himself.

ㅤ"Baby?" He called out once, no answer.

ㅤ"Love?" He called out twice, no answer.

ㅤ"Sweetheart?!" He yelled out as he tugged off his shoes, no answer.

ㅤThe silence worried him, he knew you were home, your shoes were on the rack. So why weren't you answering? As he stepped deeper into the house and closer to your room he could hear your muffled sobs.

ㅤUpon entering your room, he dropped the bag of dessert he was holding and immediately ran to be by your side.

ㅤHe pulled you close to his chest, the thin fabric of his shirt absorbing your tears.

ㅤ"Baby, what's wrong??" Sunoo asked frantically, eyebrows shaped in a frown. You were Sunoo's girl, the most happiest prettiest girl in his eyes. But you were.. sad?

ㅤ"Sunoo.." You cried, arms wrapped around his waist. "I gained weight and now I'm so ugly.. I swear, I got stretch marks and I can't wear nothing cropped anymore." You sobbed, insecurity swallowing you whole once more. "You can't love an ugly girl.."

ㅤOnce your words were registered, his heart dropped. You, the prettiest girl he knew, thought you were ugly? No, no, no, he's gotta prove you wrong.

ㅤ"I still love you. I love you no matter what size, shape, or color you are." Sunoo said softly against your hair, his arms wrapped around you tightly as he rubs your back and pets your head delicately with the other.

ㅤ"You could be an alien and I'd still love you. These stretch marks mean nothing to me." A soft peck was placed onto your forehead as he said that,

"They only make you prettier, sweetheart."

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[boyfhee]

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