#＃𝗘𝗡𝗛𝗬𝗣𝗘𝗡︐ 𝑠 𝗌𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗇.ㅤ／ㅤO4.

[angelsfat3]

ⓘㅤ 𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑. ⠀⠀( 这个身体是我的。)

𝓢ummary “ ✉. The unattainable boy, who you had a crush on, decides to introduce you to the world of entertainment.

⠀،،⠀Genre. ’ Smut, drabble, mlm.

( 𝒄/𝒘. )───bareback (don't do it irl!), rough, slur, the deep (sexual position lol).

“Please, Sunghoon...” you moaned again, your voice breaking slightly. “I n-need you... I need your hard cock inside me... Stop playing these fucking games...”

Sunghoon's eyes darkened with lust at you wanton pleas, the sound of your voice like a siren's call. He could feel the heat of his body, the way you arched and pressed against him, seeking more of his touch.

With a low, possessive growl, Sunghoon captured your lips in a searing kiss, his tongue delving deep into your mouth to claim every inch of the warm, wet cavern. He could taste the desperation on your tongue, the way it tangled with his own in a dance of passion.

His hands slid down, fingers sinking into the soft, pliant flesh of your ass. He squeezed the firm glutes, kneading and massaging the supple skin as he ground his own hips against yours.

“I'm going to fuck you so hard..” Sunghoon growled against your skin, his voice rough with desire. ”I'm going to fill this tight little ass with my big, thick cock until you're screaming my name.”

He punctuated his words with a sharp thrust of his hips, the hard ridge of his erection pressing against your fluttering hole through the fabric of his jeans.

“Tell me how badly you want it, baby.” he demanded, his fingers squeezing your ass harder. “Beg for my cock like the needy lil whore you are.”

“You fucking bastard...” you breathed out, your deep yet high-pitched voice a husky, needy whimper. Your cheeks became redder than they already were.

“I’m not listening to you.” he said.

You loved but hated begging for him, wanting to have him. “I need your big, thick cock inside... Fucking me, stretching me, claiming me... Using me..”

He wanted a show? He was going to get it.

“Fuck me...” you begged, your dark eyes pleading and filled with lust. “Fuck me hard and deep, like the little whore I am for you.. use me until I'm screaming your name... Until I can't walk straight... Until your cock is the only thing I can think about...”

You arched that beautiful body, pressing your smooth skin against Sunghoon's muscular frame. The heat of both bodies melded together, the air between you both thick with tension and desire.

Sunghoon's eyes flashed with primal hunger at your desperate pleas, the sight of you writhing beneath him, begging so sweetly for his cock, driving him wild with lust.

With a feral growl, he captured your mouth in a brutal yet careful dominating kiss, his tongue plundering the warm, wet cavern as he ground his hips hard against yours.

His hands made quick work of the rest of the clothes, practically tearing the flimsy fabric from your body in his haste to expose every inch of your smooth skin to his ravenous gaze.

Sunghoon drank in the sight of your lithe, toned form, his eyes roaming over the defined lines of your muscles, the delicate curve of your spine, the tantalizing globes of your ass.

From one moment to the next he abruptly separated from the kiss and sat back on his knees, his chest heaving with anticipation as he quickly shed his own clothes, revealing his muscular torso, the hard planes and ridges of his abdomen clenching and flexing with each ragged breath.

His cock sprang free, long, thick and hard, the swollen head already leaking pre-cum, the thick shaft pulsing with the need to be buried inside your tight heat.

Sunghoon gripped your thighs, pushing them back and apart to expose your dripping, fluttering hole to his hungry gaze.

“Fuck, why do you have to be so hot..” he leaned down, his tongue delving between the firm cheeks to lap at the sensitive skin, teasing and tasting, before focusing his attention on the tight bud at the center.

He circled the rim with the tip of his tongue, feeling it clench and flutter against the slick muscle, before pointing his tongue and pushing inside, plunging deep into the hot, silken passage.

You let out a sharp cry, your back arching off the bed as Sunghoon's tongue pushed deep inside you, the slick muscle plunging in and out, fucking your ass with long, deep strokes.

Sunghoon could taste your arousal, the musky, slightly bitter flavor of your essence exploding on his tongue, spurring him on to fuck you harder, deeper, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your thighs as he held them open for his hungry mouth.

You clenched your teeth, biting down hard on your plump lower lip as you tried desperately to stifle the wanton moans that threatened to spill from your mouth. Sunghoon's name slipped out from between your teeth, a breathless, needy whimper.

"S-sun!"

Your back arched sharply off the bed, pressing your body harder against Sunghoon frame. You could feel every inch of his hard hands against your own softer thighs, the contrast sending electric sparks of pleasure racing through your veins.

You tangled your fingers in Sunghoon's dark hair, your short nails scraping against his scalp as you held him tight against you. Your hips bucked and writhed beneath him, seeking more of that incredible sensation, more of Sunghoon's skilled tongue delving deep into your most intimate place.

You could feel the heat building between your thighs, the ache of arousal pulsing through your core. Your cock throbbed and jerked the [s/c] shaft slick with pre-cum, the reddened tip an angry, desperate shade of crimson.

The muscles of your ass clenched and fluttered around Sunghoon's plundering tongue, trying to draw him deeper, to hold him inside you.

Sunghoon could feel your body trembling beneath him, the needy whimpers and breathless moans music to his ears. The way you arched and bucked against him, desperate for more of his touch, only fueled the fire raging inside him.

With a final, hard thrust of his tongue, Sunghoon pulled back, his lips and chin glistening with your arousal. He licked his lips, savoring the taste, before surging up to capture your mouth in a searing kiss.

He could feel you gasping against his lips, your breath coming in short, sharp pants as you panted for air.

Sunghoon reached for the lube on the nightstand, slicking his fingers generously before pressing one long digit against your fluttering hole. He could feel the way it clenched and tightened, trying to keep him out, before he pushed forward, sinking knuckle-deep into the tight, silken heat.

You cried out, head thrashing against the pillow as Sunghoon began to pump his finger in and out, stretching you open, preparing you for his cock.

Sunghoon added a second finger, then a third, scissoring and twisting them, rubbing against that special spot deep inside that made you see stars.

As he fingered you, Sunghoon used his other hand to stroke and caress your body, his calloused palm rough against your smooth skin. You were so beautiful, even if you were just his source of income and relief from stress.

He tweaked and pinched your nipples, rolling the sensitive buds between his fingers until your body was writhing beneath him, your cock was leaking a steady stream of pre-cum onto your stomach. Needy.

Sunghoon could feel his own cock throbbing, the thick shaft hard and heavy against your thigh.

The urge to bury himself inside your tight heat was overwhelming, just imagining the way that big ass would be swallowing his cock like a pro, the way your moans would sound even better, the idea of ruining you for anyone else was driving him crazy.

But he wanted to make sure you were ready, wanted to feel you begging for his cock like the desperate little slut you were.

“Tell me how badly you need it, baby.” he growled, his voice rough and low with lust. “Tell me how much you want this big, thick cock stretching this tight little ass. Beg for me to fuck you hard and deep until you can't walk straight.”

“Fuck, you're so tight.” he grunted, his fingers digging into the firm globes of your ass as he began to move, his hips rolling in a deep, steady rhythm. “So fucking tight and perfect, like this little ass was made just for my cock.”

Sunghoon set a hard, relentless pace, pounding into you with long, deep strokes that had the headboard slamming against the wall. The obscene sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mingling with the crude, filthy words falling from Sunghoon's lips as he fucked into you with wild abandon.

You throw your head back, your long lashes fluttering as you feel Sunghoon's thick cock stretching you open, filling you so deeply and completely.

A low, wanton moan escapes your lips as you arch your back, pressing your waist up to meet his powerful thrusts.

“You can take it, fagg.” Sunghoon snarled, his voice harsh and rough with lust. “Take my fucking cock like the needy whore you are. This is what you wanted, isn't it? To be split open on my big, thick dick until you can't fucking think straight?”

It was very clear that you can feel every ridge and vein of his thick cock as it stretches you wide, claiming you, ruining you for anyone else.

You own [s/c], red-tipped shaft throbs against your stomach, leaking pre-cum with each roll of Sunghoon's hips. The musky scent of our coupling fills the air, mingling with the rich, masculine aroma of Sunghoon skin.

"Nhg! Sunghoon!~" you gasp out as you heard your voice breaking on a sob of pleasure. “Oh god! Yes... fuck me, honey. Fuck me harder!”

Your fingers scrabble at his muscular back, blunt nails digging into the sweat-slick skin as you try to pull him closer, to bury him even deeper inside your aching, greedy hole. The feeling of him moving inside you is indescribable, his hard, heavy shaft stroking along your inner walls with every deep, pounding thrust.

He could feel your body trembling beneath him, your toned muscles quivering and clenching with every powerful thrust of his hips. Sunghoon leaned down, his teeth sinking into the smooth, [s/c] of your neck, marking it, claiming it as his own.

“You're mine.” he growled, his hips never faltering in their relentless rhythm. “All mine, now and forever. I'm going to fuck you so hard, so deep, that you'll never forget who you are.”

But even for you, it wasn't enough, words were no longer enough, you needed more, you wanted to end up with your head full of him, you wanted to feel him as much as your own body could let you.

“More...” you whimper, your [e/c] eyes glazed over with lust as you gaze up at him. “Please baby, I need more. Fuck me harder, fuck me deeper. I want to feel you in my throat, in my belly, in my fucking soul!”

Your body undulates beneath him, hips rolling and bucking to meet his thrusts, your firm ass jiggling with each impact of his hips against your thighs.

You're lost in the sensation of being so thoroughly claimed, so completely owned by him, for someone you thought would never have anything with you—even if it was just sex.

In this moment, there is nothing but him, nothing but the feel of his cock inside you, nothing but the need for him to fuck you forever. Rough, tough.

Sunghoon was impressed, letting out a sly smile followed by a low laugh upon hearing your desperate, wanton cries. The way you begged for more, pleaded for him to fuck you even harder and deeper, only inflamed his own desire.

With a feral growl, he hooked his arms under your knees, pushing them back towards your chest and almost bending them in half as he loomed over them, his muscular torso glistening with sweat.

“Fuck, I love it when you talk dirty,” Sunghoon rasped, his voice a dark, seductive rumble. “Such a filthy mouth on my sweet boy.”

Sunghoon pistoned his hips forward with brutal force, the thick head of his cock slamming into that special spot deep inside you with every thrust. His grunts and moans were part of the orchestra you both had inside the room, in front of the camera, his heavy balls slapping lewdly against your ass.

The new angle allowed him to sink even deeper inside you, the thick head of his cock kissing your inside with every powerful thrust. You could feel the heavy bulge of it stretching your belly, a lewd reminder of just how thoroughly you were being claimed.

“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck!” you cried out, your voice breaking on a high-pitched moan. The intense pleasure was overwhelming, unlike anything you had ever felt before.

You gazed up at him with hazy, lust-drunk eyes, taking in the sight of his handsome face contorted in pleasure above you. Beads of sweat dripped down his brow, his dark hair disheveled and falling into his eyes. The sight of him losing himself in the passion, consumed by his desire for you, only heightened your own arousal.

“Tsk, such a cock-sucker whore.” Sunghoon snarled, his fingers sinking into the firm ass hard enough to leave bruises. “Fucking take my cock like you were made for it. This is what you needed, isn't it? To be split open on my big, fucking dick until you can't fucking think straight?”

Your hands flew to his biceps, gripping the firm, muscular flesh as you dug your nails into his skin. The feel of him, all hard planes and ridges, was intoxicating. You could have spent hours exploring every inch of his powerful frame, mapping out the contours of his body with your fingertips.

But in that moment, all you could focus on was the way his thick cock was pounding into you, striking that perfect spot deep inside that made stars explode behind your eyelids.

“You're mine.” Sunghoon growled possessively against you, his hips never faltering in their brutal rhythm. “All fucking mine. I'm going to ruin this ass, fucking destroy it until the only thing you can think about is my cock splitting you open.”

He could feel your own cock throbbing and jerking against both stomachs, leaking pre-cum with every thrust. Sunghoon reached down, his calloused palm wrapping around the slick, [s/c] shaft, stroking it in time with his hips. He wanted to feel you come undone, wanted to watch your face as you lost yourself to the pleasure.

He was destroying you in the best way.

“Don't stop!” you whimpered, your voice a needy, breathless plea. “D-don't stop! Fuck you.. fucking me so good... Fill me up with your fucking seed!”

His eyes opened wide, untamed light as he drank in the exquisite sight of you, your body glistening with sweat, markings he left in previous sessions, your face a mask of pure, unadulterated ecstasy.

Who'd have thought you were a bag of semen.

“Milk my fucking cock with this greedy ass. Scream for me, let everyone know who you belong to, bitch.”

He pistoned his hips with such speed and force, the thick head of his shaft slamming into your abused prostate with brutal precision. Sunghoon could feel the way your body clenched and fluttered around him, the slick walls gripping his cock like a velvet vice as he fucked into you with fierceness.

He could feel his release fast approaching, his heavy balls drawing up tight against his body as the pressure built to a crescendo. He wanted to fill you up, to pump you full of his hot, thick seed until it was dripping out of that well-fucked hole.

A choked sob tearing from your throat as the pleasure crests and breaks over you like a tidal wave. Sunghoon's fingers around your cock, stroking in tight, furious circles, are your undoing. You try so hard to hold on, to wait for him, but the sensation is too intense, too overwhelming.

It was a matter of seconds before you started to feel a tickling sensation in your lower belly, your phallus and tip were throbbing as you tried to move to his rhythm.

“N-ngh! S-sun!” you cry out, your angel voice cracking and breaking as you teeter on the brink. “I... I can't... Ngh-ah!~”

Your cock jerks and pulses in his grip, the sensitive skin flushed a deep, aching red. You feel the tension coiling tighter and tighter in your core, your stomach tightened as you tried to holding back. But it's no use.

With a silent scream, I shatter, my release crashing through me like a tsunami, creamy ropes of cum erupt from your cock. You paint your stomach and chest with your release, the hot, sticky fluid splattering your collarbone and jaw.

The sight of you coming undone beneath him, your body convulsing and shaking with the force of your climax, pushed Sunghoon over the edge.

You felt like you were in fucking heaven, finally freed from a pleasurable hell and still having him inside you, seeking his own pleasure after leaving you so fucked.

Tears stream down your face, your long lashes fluttering as you gaze Sunghoon with glassy, adoring eyes. You're utterly wrecked by the force of your orgasm. In this moment, you belong to him—you always were, body, mind and soul.

“Fuck, [...]!” he bellowed, his voice echoing off the walls. “I'm going to pump you so full of my cum, you'll be fucking dripping for days!”

With one final, brutal thrust, Sunghoon buried himself to the hilt inside your spasming heat. His cock jerked and throbbed as he found his release, thick ropes of hot, sticky seed erupting from his shaft. He pumped you full, his heavy balls emptying their heavy load deep inside.

You were wanting to recover, wanting to take a breath even if it was a bit difficult because of the position, however Sunghoon quickl—almost needily, moved away from you so that your legs could fall onto the bed.

As soon as your thighs met the cold blanket, he collapsed against you, pinning you to the bed with his muscular weight as he rutted into you, grinding his pelvis against your ass as he rode out the aftershocks of his intense orgasm. Sunghoon chest heaved with each ragged, panting breath, sweat dripping from his brow onto your tear-streaked cheeks.

Slowly, he lifted his head to gaze down at you, his intense dark eyes filled with a mixture of deep satisfaction and raw, possessive love. He brushed away your tears with his thumbs, his touch surprisingly gentle for a man of his size and strength.

“Look at you,” Sunghoon murmured, his voice a low, rough rasp. A small sigh of laughter left his lips, as a kiss was placed on your forehead. “Same time tomorrow, darling?”

You simply nodded after no longer feeling his warmth, instead, he stood up and walked quickly to turn off his camera. “You know? I should start paying you more. You're the only one my followers love to watch me fuck.”

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⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ݁⠀⠀،،⠀⠀메모 ! ㅤ⸻ㅤ I think this is my first smut... which is really smut.

+ Sorry if you see little incoherence, it's early in the morning and I decided to finish it.. a few minutes ago.︐⠀📍

⠀𝒊. ⠀─⠀ All credits to @angelsfat3 / @foschiamara⠀𝄒

. . . ₍⠀아이디어 !ㅤ⸻ㅤI'm very short of ideas lately, so feel free to leave me any requests! <⁠(⁠￣⁠︶⁠￣⁠)⁠>⠀₎⠀ ִֶָ

˖⠀⠀ ݁⠀©⠀،،⠀If you liked it you can like, follow me or reblog!!1

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[angelsfat3]

꽃.ㅤㅤ( 𝓓𝑟𝖊𝒶𝒎 ) ／ㅤ𝓝𝖔ᆞᆞᆞ24．

𝖧𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗇'𝗍, 𝖺𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝖡𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗂𝗇 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎.ㅤ／ㅤ 𝑠𝑡𝑢𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑡!𝑆𝑢𝑛𝑔𝒉𝑜𝑜𝑛, 𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑔𝑒 𝑎𝑢, 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑐𝑘/𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑝𝑒, 𝑑𝑢𝑚𝑏!𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟, 𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑐 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑑𝑦?, 𝑠𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑙.ㅤ٭ㅤ危险──𝑃𝑟𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑔 𝑆𝑢𝑛𝑔𝒉𝑜𝑜𝑛, 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑎𝑐𝑐𝑒𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝒉𝑖𝑠 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 ��𝑡 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡, 𝑗𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑦 (𝑏𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑡𝑜𝑢𝑐𝒉𝑒𝑑), '𝒉𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑡𝒉𝑦' 𝑜𝑏𝑠𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛, 𝑠𝑒𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑡 𝑎𝑑𝑚𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑟, 𝑒𝑡𝑐.

The crisp night air from the Han River brushed against your face as you walked alongside Sunghoon. The sky had darkened into a deep shade of blue, the last rays of sunlight finally fading beyond the horizon. Now, only the scattered streetlights illuminated the streets, their glow reflecting off the water, giving the city an oddly calming, almost cozy atmosphere—despite the cold. It was a quiet night, almost perfect.

Except for the strange sensation creeping up your spine.

Sunghoon was silent.

He was never silent. He was always teasing you about some embarrassing memory—yours—claiming he had captured it in a photo or video, shoving it in your face and laughing.

You turned to him, walking backward as you rambled about something entirely trivial, but the seriousness in his eyes made you pause. The way he pressed his lips together, the way his hands remained buried in his jacket pockets—it wasn’t like him.

You figured he was probably still trying to process the stupid order you had placed on Temu, something you already regretted buying. But Sunghoon didn’t laugh. He didn’t make his usual mocking remark. He just looked at you with an unreadable expression, far too serious for him.

And then, without warning, he said it.

"I’m in love with you."

You blinked.

"I thought they were dick shaped earri—what?"

Sunghoon didn’t even flinch at how utterly embarrassing that moment was. His dark eyes remained fixed on you, and his voice was lower, steadier than you had ever heard it before.

"I’ve liked you since the first time I saw you. Since we became friends. Since… basically forever."

The night breeze blew between you, but the silence that followed was even louder. The sound of water, the distant hum of cars—they all seemed to ring in your ears.

You stood there, struggling to process his words, while Sunghoon watched you with a mix of nervousness and determination, though there was a flicker of impatience in the way he shrugged.

What the hell were you supposed to say now?

Maybe we should go... a little too far back to understand.

Like, for example, the first time you ever spoke to Sunghoon—because you had no other choice.

It wasn’t like you hated him or anything, but from the moment he walked into the classroom, radiating that almost unbearably sociable energy that matched his friends', you knew the two of you couldn’t be more different.

Him, with his dazzling smile and that outgoing attitude—strangely quiet when he was alone—was like a blazing sun, his laughter loud enough to echo across a basketball court, impossible to ignore. Meanwhile, you, a gray cloud, preferred to fade into the background, tucked away in the corner of the classroom, drowning out the world with music in your headphones, just waiting for the day to end so you could go home and rest.

Maybe that was the one thing you had in common...

Anyway.

Sunghoon took his seat, scanning the class with that over-the-top confident look, like he already knew everyone admired him, even the teachers. Then, just as you started pulling out your book, the teacher made an announcement:

"Alright, for this class… we’ll just be starting a project. Your partners will be assigned randomly."

The sound of crumpling paper and pages flipping filled the room as the teacher began reading off names. And, as if the universe had decided to play a cruel joke on you, the very last name?

Yours.

"[…], your partner will be Sunghoon."

Sunghoon perked up immediately, drawing attention from everyone around him as he clapped loudly. It wasn’t unusual for him to be chatty in class, but this time, there was a particular energy to him. He turned to you, and the moment he did, his expression shifted.

"Finally!" he said enthusiastically, exhaling lightly as he settled back into his seat. "Finally, it’s my turn to use the genius. So I guess that means you’ll be doing all the work, and I’ll just slap my name on it at the end, right, [...]?"

You didn’t respond immediately, partly because of the way a few people turned to stare at you so openly. You simply observed him in silence over the rim of your glasses, hoping—somehow—that his attitude would change. It didn’t. Instead, Sunghoon kept chatting and laughing with his friends like he didn’t have a single worry in the world.

"Relax, relax. I’m kidding, I’m kidding." He leaned forward across the table, shooting you a playful look from across the room. "I’m not as lazy as my brother."

Even though you tried not to let his attitude get to you, something about the way he spoke made you hesitate. Why was he so loud? What did he want? What did he mean by ‘use the genius’?

That was… the first of many times Sunghoon would do everything in his power to get closer to you. In his own weird way.

At first, you saw him as nothing more than your project partner—someone who, for whatever reason, needed to be annoying, teasing you only to make up for it later by buying you breakfast and hovering around you. But then, something strange started happening.

"Okay, okay... I swear I’ll delete the photo. How about lunch at the cafeteria? I’ll buy you whatever you want. But, uh… my friends and my brother will be there. They’re kinda loud. That okay?"

It wasn’t like you couldn’t survive eating alone, but something about his insistence unsettled you. Instead of rejecting him like you normally did—even with your own friends—you found yourself accepting. Like a part of you also wanted to understand why Sunghoon was so persistent, so bothersome when it came to you.

The next time was even stranger. He found you alone in the library—like always—surrounded by a stack of books that seemed more than enough to keep you occupied. After all, you had to finish your part of the oh-so-important project.

"Doesn’t it make you sleepy, being here all day?" he asked with a smirk, hands tucked into his pockets. You looked at him, even surprising yourself as you caught your own reflection in the window. You had no idea what he wanted, but Sunghoon seemed genuinely interested in hanging out with you—though he acted like he was being forced to.

"Not when my grade actually matters to me," you muttered, hoping to be curt enough to make him leave. But instead of getting offended, he pulled out the chair beside you and sat down.

"Well… I care about mine, too. Let’s just finish the damn project."

That was what confused you the most—his casual indifference and the way he was so... different from what you expected.

Because Sunghoon wasn’t just a pretty face or an extrovert when he was around his friends. He was something else. Something you couldn’t quite figure out yet… or maybe you could, but even your conclusions only left you with more questions than answers.

And after a few weeks—even after finishing the project, when you could no longer ignore what was happening—you started noticing little things he did, things only for you.

Like how, when he thought no one was watching, he’d glance at you with an expression full of… too many emotions at once: fondness, concern, even a little bit of warmth. Or how, whenever he dropped something—be it money or food—he’d always pass it to you without a word, like it was the most natural thing in the world for you to always be there.

And worst of all? You started feeling it, too.

You started feeling comfortable with him. With his presence.

And it pissed you off. It really pissed you off.

Sunghoon, with his deep laugh, his stupidly attractive smile, his way of being so… too careful and quiet around anyone else, made you feel like you had a front-row seat to everything that he was. But despite that, something about him kept you there. Something made you doubt your own walls.

Ignoring it was impossible, and in the end, Sunghoon had gone from being just that annoying guy to becoming a constant presence in your life. Your closest friend.

And the worst part? You weren’t sure if you wanted him to leave anymore.

You didn’t even want to think about it—because just the thought of it made your eyes sting.

… Well, as I was saying.

Each day seemed to weave a strange web of brief, almost imperceptible moments that gradually began to hold great significance between the two of you.

You were walking toward the cafeteria, lost in your thoughts and music, when suddenly—there he was. Sunghoon, waiting at the door with his arms crossed. His usual energy hit you immediately, in a good way, but today, despite his festive expression, there was a spark of something in his gaze that you couldn’t quite place.

“You’ve been… what? Two days? Showing up late,” he said teasingly, though the glint in his eyes hinted at concern. “Everything okay?”

You honestly didn’t feel like justifying yourself, so you simply shrugged in response. As you approached, you noticed something odd—his friends were keeping their distance. Even they seemed to have learned that Sunghoon had this… particularly possessive way of looking after what he cared about. In this case, you.

During lunch, like any other day since that (un)fortunate moment, Sunghoon sat beside you. Though this time, you opted to keep a little distance. He, as if he instinctively knew you wanted that exact space between you—an emptiness resisting being filled—chose to talk about anecdotes from the previous day, laughing and making casual comments about how he had mocked kids slipping on the ice rink.

But in the middle of the conversation, you felt how his hand briefly brushed against yours or how he’d occasionally squeeze your shoulder—fleeting touches that vanished before you could react, as if he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.

At first, you didn’t pay much attention. You figured it was probably just his natural way of being—a habit he shared with his friends, one that had been there since the beginning. However, as days passed, those gestures became more frequent.

One afternoon, after class, you weren’t in the mood to socialize or be in a crowded space, so you ended up in the library. The atmosphere was quiet, the air conditioning let you wear your favorite hoodie, and the soft light filtered through the windows, creating that vibe you loved when taking pictures of empty hallways.

You were so deep in thought that you didn’t hear the sound of oddly loud footsteps approaching. But when you looked up, you already knew who it was. He didn’t even ask this time—he just sat next to you in silence, sighing as he dropped his backpack onto the floor.

At first, you thought he had something ridiculously stupid to say or that he had just realized you weren’t with him on campus. But as minutes passed, you noticed that, without interrupting whatever you were doing, he simply pulled out a small notebook and started writing. He didn’t dare look at you much, but every now and then, he’d glance up, watching for your reaction.

“… What are you writing?” you finally asked, giving in to curiosity—because you knew that’s exactly what he was waiting to hear.

“Oh? Nothing special, just… a few scribbles,” he replied with that straight-lined smile that always threw you off.

You didn’t know whether to take it as a joke or if there was actually something more behind those “scribbles.” But the feeling that, with each passing day, he was getting a little more serious—that he was trying to get just a few inches closer than before—was starting to affect you in ways you hadn’t expected.

The following week, during one of those long walks back to the dorms that had now become routine, Sunghoon was even more attentive.

He noticed the smallest details—how you tripped over a stone, how your shoelaces got dirty because you didn’t tie them tight enough, the way your words stumbled when you were nervous, tired, or lost in thought. He noticed how your eyes lit up when talking about your interests or the most nonsensical stories. Every time, he made sure to remind you that you were always on his mind, even if you still didn’t realize it.

During one of those walks, while the sun had set, stars were slowly appearing, and the apartment lights flickered to life, Sunghoon muttered under his breath:

“Should I send them already…?”

The question hung in the air, suspended between the sound of your footsteps, the way your fingers searched for your keys, and the unusually fast beating of your heart. But before you could say goodbye or thank him for walking with you, he was already gone.

In the distance, you saw him descending the stairs, leaving you there—floating in unresolved thoughts.

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The weeks kept slipping by, caught between routine and Sunghoon’s strange behavior—which was… intensifying, if we wanted to be dramatic. You could say it became a little more noticeable with every passing second. You couldn’t quite put your finger on how, but each day seemed to add a new entry to your “weird things Sunghoon does” list, which you kept neatly in your notes.

For example, a few days ago you found a letter in your locker. A red envelope, your name written in flawless handwriting—though it looked suspiciously familiar. When you opened it, the scent that hit you was strong, overwhelming even—your nostrils burned a little—but what really threw you off was the content:

“Your eyes are the lanterns that light the darkness of my path. Every time I see you, the air feels lighter. When will you realize how I feel about you? Do I have to keep pretending I don’t? How much longer do I have to wait?”

Your first thought was that it had to be a joke from the basketball idiots. You looked around, expecting to see a group of classmates laughing in a corner, but everything seemed normal—just people coming out of classrooms or making out in the hallways.

That afternoon at the cafeteria, you ran into Sunghoon, who—as always—already had a coffee waiting for you in his cold hand.

“Here, just the way you like it. God, I’m the best friend in the world. What would you even do if you’d never met me?” he said with a grin as he slid the cup toward you.

“Uh-huh… thanks. Hey, did I tell you I’ve got a secret admirer? Literally came out of nowhere,” you said absentmindedly, pulling the letter from your pocket and waving it in front of him before taking a sip of the coffee.

Sunghoon froze. Completely. His face went through several emotions in under a second—surprise, horror, and finally a way-too-wide smile that showed just a little too much of his canines.

“Oh… really? That’s… good,” he replied, drinking his coffee so fast he nearly choked on the steam escaping his mouth. “And what are you planning to do about it?... Gonna go looking for him?”

“Nah... or I don’t know, maybe I’ll just drop it. I mean, who writes dramatic stuff like ‘your eyes are the lanterns that light the darkness of my path’ in 2025?” you laughed, not noticing how Sunghoon’s smile twitched for a split second. “Either he’s super desperate to get laid or it was just a lame prank... Plus, it reeks of your perfume.”

“WHAT?!”

“Yeah, it’s the same one you use every day. I knew it because I got the same headache while reading the letter.”

There was a moment of absolute silence while you quietly chuckled, watching him wipe the coffee he’d spilled on himself. Sunghoon stared at you like his whole life flashed before his eyes. Then he cleared his throat, trying to pull himself together.

“Uh… well, maybe your 'secret admirer' wears the same perfume as me. It’s popular with the guys on campus.”

“Really? What a coincidence…”

Sunghoon laughed nervously and changed the subject with the subtlety of an elephant in a dollhouse. But from that day on, the “anonymous gifts” started showing up more often. And got more creative.

One day, you found a t-shirt on your desk with the phrase “My impossible love is an idiot who hasn’t noticed.” You just shoved it under your backpack without thinking much about it, assuming someone had left it there by accident—after all, it was February. Definitely a mistake… right?

Another day, Sunghoon showed up with a box of chocolates. The day before Valentine’s.

“I saw these while I was out getting new glasses and thought of you. I know how much you love almond chocolate,” he said, handing them over with his usual flat smile.

“Oh, thanks. I’ll eat them later.”

“But don’t get any weird ideas, okay? I just want everyone to see I’m the best friend ever.”

“Sure.”

And that’s how it went the whole month. Little things that anyone with common sense would take as obvious signs of interest or flirting. But you, with a remarkable (or desperately dumb) lack of intuition, just chalked it up to “Sunghoon being Sunghoon.”

Until the day Sunghoon almost exploded.

You remember it perfectly—you were walking together after class, the sunset was so pretty that Sunghoon was taking pictures and videos of the view, until one of your classmates came over and offered to walk you home.

“Oh… thanks, but I’m already going with hoon. We live pretty close.”

“We could all go together, if you want,” the guy offered with a small smile, adjusting the strap of his backpack.

Before you could respond, Sunghoon casually draped his arm over your shoulders like it was something he did every day.

“Nah, don’t worry about it. Maybe next time,” he said with a smile that was really just him pressing his lips together.

The guy glanced at the gesture, seemed to evaluate the situation, then muttered a quiet “okay” before nodding and walking off.

When you looked back at Sunghoon, you noticed his jaw was clenched and his brow was slightly furrowed.

“You good?”

“Yeah, all good. Just… something about that guy’s face rubbed me the wrong way. Another second and I’d have punched him.”

“… Huh?”

“Nothing, nothing. Just joking,” he replied quickly, turning his gaze back to the sunset.

However, that night, when you were alone together on the rooftop of the dorm building, Sunghoon hugged you tighter than usual, burying his nose into your neck and gripping your shirt like he was holding on for dear life.

“Hey, what’s up with you today?”

“What? There’s nothing wrong… I just… like being like this with you. I’m cold, and you’re warm.”

His voice was oddly deeper and more serious than usual. For the first time in a while, something about his tone made the weight of his words hit differently.

And yes, it was still weird, because the days since that moment flew by even faster. The vibe between you two didn’t change drastically, but yeah… it got a little heavier—for him, more quiet at times, more charged. Like the words Sunghoon wasn’t saying were constantly floating between you, in his eyes, and in the way his hands would curl into a soft fist.

And you, well… you still didn’t connect the dots.

Though, you did start noticing little things he’d already been doing—but now they’d increased just a bit more.

Sunghoon no longer just brought you coffee; now he showed up with your favorite breakfast packed in a small lunchbox, claiming, “my mom just happened to make it and I reheated it.” He started sending longer messages than usual, things like “this better be the last time you leave without a sweater, the sky looks cloudy and I don’t want you catching a cold, dummy,” or “you look cuter when you smile, so drop that grumpy ass face for a sec.”

Every time someone else tried talking to you with a flirty undertone, he showed up. Always with a perfectly valid excuse. He needed your notes. He couldn’t find his phone. He “just thought of you” or said you guys simply had to leave already.

And then, as if that weren’t enough, one morning you found a red box wrapped in golden paper right outside your dorm door. Inside was a soft cream-brown scarf, with your initials embroidered on the edges. This time, there wasn’t a letter—just a tiny note that read:

“I didn’t buy this for you to think of me. It’s so you think of yourself… when it’s cold and you forget your favorite hoodie.”

You wore it the next day, not thinking too much of it—plus, the cold front had just started. That was when Sunghoon saw you arriving, and his ears went completely red. He stared at you like you were the cutest thing in the universe.

“Aww.”

“What?” you asked, lowering your phone, one eyebrow raised.

“Nothing… It’s just that color looks really good on you. You look cute,” he mumbled, glancing away.

You didn’t really know what to say to that. So you just walked beside him, quietly, until you both stopped at the bus stop.

That same day, while waiting for the crowd to clear, Sunghoon suddenly said:

“Today’s the day. I’m sure of it.”

“Huh?”

You looked at him, but he only smiled and said he’d tell you later. You tried to get more out of him, but he wouldn’t say anything else. Very unlike him.

The next day, you found an “anonymous” letter in your backpack. Written in handwriting suspiciously identical to his, and with that same citrusy, strong perfume only he wore—the one that smelled like expensive soap and something sweet. It said stuff like, “How do you get inside my head like this? You drive me insane. You’re my favorite drink during a scorching summer.”

Obviously, you thought it was a joke. You brought it up during lunch, laughing as you waved the paper in front of him.

“You think this is real? I honestly thought it was just a joke, you know, Valentine’s Day and all that crap.”

Sunghoon choked on his juice.

“W-what? Another letter? No way, maybe it’s that weirdo from your class... Who knows, right?” Then he added, looking down, “I wish it was me...”

You didn’t hear that part. You were too busy rereading the note.

And so the weeks went on.

You, confused. Him, desperate because you just. don’t. GET IT.

Even your friends started commenting on it. One of them straight-up asked if you were dating Sunghoon already. You laughed. Said he was like that with all his close friends. Just super clingy and affectionate. A little too intense and introverted, maybe. But sweet.

What you didn’t know was that Sunghoon overheard that while coming back with another cup of tea. And that night, in his room, he stared at the ceiling for hours, with a sadness in his chest he didn’t know how to ease.

“Do you really think that about me… baby?”

But the next day, he went back to bothering you like always. Throwing you that warm look he kept only for you.

And just like that, we arrive at the present.

How was it again? Ah, right. That cool night by the Han River.

The night you two had been walking for what felt like miles, in circles along the riverside, with the crisp air brushing against your skin and messing up your hair, the sky blanketed in stars and the soft murmur of flowing water in the background, almost like a soundtrack made just for you.

You were the one talking nonstop for once, you were the one starting the conversation and not shutting up, animatedly ranting about the dumb stuff you’d bought just because you didn’t know what else to spend your money on. Sunghoon was listening with his hands tucked in his pockets, wearing that lopsided smile he only showed when you got so into something, you forgot the world around you. Even him—for just a few seconds.

“I’m in love with you.”

The words hit like a splash of cold water against bare skin. They sent a shiver down your spine the moment the sentence ended.

You stopped walking.

He did too.

He ran a hand over his forehead, messing up his hair just slightly, and for a second, his eyes searched for yours—fragile, like he wasn’t sure if he’d just done the bravest thing or the dumbest thing in the world. Probably the second one. But still.

And you…

You went blank.

You felt something rush through your whole body, something you couldn’t quite explain. The silence suddenly felt heavier, and the way your lips parted ever so slightly only made things more obvious.

You didn’t want to reject him. You just didn’t know how to process words that direct. Still, you knew you couldn’t just leave him hanging, so all you managed to say was:

“…What?”

You repeated it maybe twice more, blinking like he’d just spoken to you in another language.

Sunghoon swallowed hard. For the first time, you saw him nervous. And not the kind of nervous like when he’s late to class or his phone dies. No. Really nervous. He scratched the back of his neck and took a deep breath.

“I said… I’m in love with you. Have been for months now. Maybe since the first time you stood in front of the class in that ridiculous sweater that looked like a grandma’s bedsheet... I don’t know. I liked you. And then they paired us for that project, and I thought, ‘this is my chance.’ Then we became friends... and you just kept being you and…”

He clicked his tongue, frustrated with himself, shaking his head slightly while laughing bitterly.

“And it’s not just... like, physical attraction. It’s like…”

He made a vague gesture with his hand, as if trying to pull the words from mid-air, clenching his fist to his chest, furrowing his brows as he looked at you again.

“It’s like it hurts. Like something’s missing every time I see you smile or trash those letters, not knowing it’s me, the idiot who’s been leaving them with my favorite perfume, or giving you dumb little gifts, or scaring off anyone who looks at you for more than two seconds.”

He looked right at you. Deep. You felt his gaze pierce into your memories, like he wanted to reshape them until they only had room for him. His eyes—honest, a little wounded, shining under the river lights, and maybe from something else, too. Relief, maybe.

“I’m in love with you. And I’m getting tired of pretending to be some unanswered secret admirer—of not being... seen.”

Your heart skipped again. Literally. Like something inside of you twisted and spun, like a hurricane swallowing any thought or coherent word you had left.

“This is a joke, right?”

Sunghoon laughed. On the verge of a breakdown and an existential crisis.

“You think I’d waste money on cheesy stuff as a joke? After bringing you coffee with bear doodles on the lid, buying you that shirt that literally said ‘I like you’ and you still wore it without suspecting a thing? After defending you from that basketball guy like it was some scene out of those dramas you like? After hugging you tighter than usual?”

He threw his arms out, as if out of ideas. Because he was out of ideas. It was now or never.

“What else do I have to do, huh? Sing you love songs at campus karaoke? Confess over the loudspeaker? Tattoo your name on my ass? Kiss you? Set you as my wallpaper?”

He had you.

You stared at him. Still blank. Your brain was buffering like a giant file trying to open on a Nokia.

And suddenly, as if your mouth moved before your mind caught up, you heard yourself say:

“Wasn’t it the barista who drew the little hearts on the coffee?”

Sunghoon let out this high, broken, borderline offended laugh. Absolutely done.

“You—YOU THOUGHT IT WAS THE BARISTA?!”

“Well, I mean… he had nice handwriting and—”

“THAT WAS MY HANDWRITING!”

He went silent, placing his hands on his hips and turning around like he needed to reset himself. Took a deep, frustrated breath.

You also took a breath, staring down at the ground. How dumb could you be? Everything you said only made things worse because the truth was… you’d been dodging his feelings.

For a moment, the only sound was the running water and the distant hum of the city.

Until Sunghoon sighed.

“You know something, [...]? It’s okay if you don’t feel the same. I just... needed you to know. It’s been eating me alive.”

And then he looked down. Like the confession had slipped out of his hands for good, becoming a memory that would burn itself into his mind forever.

You looked at him differently. Let’s say... in a new light. Because the truth is, you had always felt something for him. After all, he’s Park fucking Sunghoon.

But seriously, for the first time, you felt like that “slightly annoying guy” with too much energy… had maybe, just maybe, gotten too deep under your skin. Into your memories. Into all of you.

Into your heart.

As (not) expected, Sunghoon didn’t wait for your answer. He just nodded, dropping his gaze like his shoulders suddenly got heavier.

“Just... forget it, okay?” he murmured, turning around. “I didn’t want to ruin what we had. Even if I’m in love with you, your friendship was—and is—way too good. I just… needed to get it off my chest.”

His steps echoed softly on the cobblestone path. One, two, three... walking away without looking back, his eyes starting to redden, his hands buried in his pockets like he was trying to shield himself from a cold that wasn’t coming from the weather anymore.

And you? You were still frozen there, feet glued to the sidewalk, heart pounding so hard it actually hurt. Everything started to make sense. The notes, the personalized coffees, his ridiculously long hugs and how he’d bury his face in your neck, the weird comments like "that guy gives me bad vibes" whenever you talked to someone else, and the “joking” compliments he’d throw your way.

Holy shit!! Sunghoon was in love with you!! What a fucking surprise. Wow.

You bit your lip, staring at his silhouette getting further away, no clue what the hell you were supposed to say. You just clenched your fists at your sides, your arms trembling from the pressure. But then—again—your body moved before your brain did. An impulse. A small spark of courage burst from inside you.

“Sunghoon!”

He stopped. Slowly turned just a bit, like he couldn’t fully bring himself to look back—especially not after being on the verge of tears.

“I like you too...!” you shouted, your voice trembling a little. “A bit... maybe?”

And it was like the world stopped for a few minutes. Or hours.

Sunghoon turned all the way around, raising an eyebrow.

“What did you just say?”

You shrank a little, unable to keep eye contact.

“I don’t know. It’s just…” you laughed nervously. “You’re dumb. And annoying. And you’re always all over me. But now that I think about it, I like being around you. I like... your presence. I like your scent. I like knowing you’ll always be here... with me. I guess that counts as liking you, right?”

He looked at you. First surprised. Then… something like hope. And then, slowly, that smile formed on his face. That smile. The one he only showed when he was genuinely happy. The one that only came out when he talked about something that truly mattered to him.

“A bit?”

He repeated, lifting an eyebrow as he stepped closer, lighter now.—“That’s all I get after almost tattooing your face?”

“You didn’t even know how to draw until I made you join the art club,”—you rolled your eyes.

“But I tried! I had a whole sketchbook full of ugly drawings. One looked like a broken butthole but still I—”

“Shut up!”

“Well... I like you way more than ‘a bit,’” he said softly.

And there he was again. So close. Just like always. Only this time, you really saw him—like, really saw him—with different... eyes?

Sunghoon didn’t do anything else. He didn’t touch you, didn’t hug you, didn’t lunge in for a kiss like in the movies. He just looked at you, with that mix of relief and joy that looked like it was going to stay for a while.

“So... can I buy you an ice cream?” he asked suddenly, like you were just back on a normal school day.

You huffed, crossing your arms.

“That’s what you do after confessing your love for me?”

“You stopped me with a ‘maybe I like you a little.’ I don’t think you’re in a position to judge.”

“... Idiot,” you muttered.

“I heard that. Still like you though.”

Then you walked beside him, after intertwining your fingers, heart now beating in a completely different way. And, obviously, after all that, he started teasing you about your shopping habits.

But even his teasing and lame jokes felt warm. Something that—even if you didn’t fully understand yet—you knew was going to change everything.

You’d have a future with him. A beautiful one.

Ah… love is such a beautiful thing, right?

You walked in silence for a while. Not the awkward kind, but a peaceful one—ironically full of a strange feeling you couldn’t quite describe every time he squeezed your hand or leaned closer. Sunghoon’s eyes were squinting from a goofy smile that made him look like he’d just walked out of a teen romance movie.

“So… are you really gonna want that ice cream?” he asked again, tilting his head toward you.

“Well, last I checked… I already said yes, didn’t I?”

“Mmm, last I checked, you just called me ‘idiot’ and started walking next to me. That’s not exactly a ‘yes,’ you know.”

You just sighed, chuckling under your breath and giving a small nod. “Fine then. Yes. I want ice cream. But only if you’re paying.”

Sunghoon let out a soft laugh.

“Of course I’m paying. What kind of suitor would I be if I didn’t buy you a 4,500 won ice cream?”

“I’m not gonna suck you off on the first date.”

“Wh—HEY!”

And just like that, you both arrived at a small shop still open nearby. He ordered your favorite flavor without even asking. He already knew. He probably knew you better than you knew yourself by now.

“I can’t believe you know I like chocolate chips on both the bottom and the top.” you murmured, taking the little ice cream cup with a mix of awkwardness and affection.

“Are you kidding? I know how you like your coffee, your tteokbokki, your instant ramen. I even know you eat chocolates in a specific order—first the ugly-wrapped ones so you don’t have to deal with them last, then the gold ones, and you save the strawberry ones for the end even though you say you don’t like them that much. Plus, you always roll your eyes in that exact way when the food—”

“Okay…?” you laughed nervously, scooping a bit of the ice cream with the plastic spoon.

“Yeah, yeah, I know. I sound like a psycho or some obsessive freak. But I like you… Did I tell you that already? I like you. A lot. Like a lot a lot.”

You said it softly, but couldn’t help smiling. “Yeah, you’ve said that quite a few times now.”

“And you? Gonna say it back sometime?”

You took another spoonful of your ice cream and played dumb.

“Nope. I wanna act all mysterious and emo right now.”

Sunghoon made an offended face. It was hilarious how he furrowed his brows and gasped so dramatically.

“Wow, after telling me you like me ‘a little’ with your face all red, now you’re playing hard to get?”

“A little… is mostly because… I’m still kind of shy. Not with you! Just… with myself. I haven’t really processed this yet.”

He looked at you for a moment like he wanted to memorize every detail of you, of that exact moment.

“Well, that’s okay… I’ll give you time. But just so you know, I’m officially declaring myself your future boyfriend.”

“…Don’t I get a say in this?”

“You just eat your ice cream. I’ll take care of loving you.”

And then, you said it without really thinking:

“You’re insane.”

“Your insane.”

You didn’t really know how to reply to that last line. Because, for the first time, that word—“your”—didn’t sound weird, or awkward. It felt… right.

It felt good knowing he was yours, just like you were slowly becoming his.

And as you both walked back to the dorms, with your ice creams practically melting and your shoulders brushing with every step, you knew everything was about to change for the better. That nothing would ever be the same again—and that you didn’t want it to be.

That right there… that’s when it all began.

For better.

Or for worse.

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C/w: bottom Mreader, curses, mentions of: spanking, hickeys and bites + EVERYTHING is consensual. ㅤ－ㅤTw: none. (Correct me if I'm wrong.)

Genre: smut drabble, h/canons.

A/N: I no longer have the @ of the person who requested it, but after half a month, here it is. (I did it this way because I didn't have much imagination. 💔)

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⒈ “You don't know how bad I want to break you, put your head on the mirror and leave your ass red from so many spanks...”

⒉ “My cock would look so good inside you, nothing better than seeing your ass swallow my entire dick.”

When you received the notes, your head was completely blank, your eyes traveled from the small sheet of paper to your boyfriend's face, noticing how he didn't take his eyes off of you. His eyes traveled through every corner of your body, undressing you in his imagination.

He was a boy of word and he wouldn't miss the opportunity to fuck you hard when the cameraman gave them a half hour break (this was for changing outfit and makeup). After all, you were the one who helped him get dressed and also the one who did his makeup.

𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗄 𝗷𝗼𝗻𝗴𝘀𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗴 ⓘ𝒶𝓈 𝖾𝗑𝗁𝗂𝖻𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗂𝗌𝗆. ！ 📷

Today was the 21st ecological film festival in Seoul and your boyfriend had invited you, nothing nicer than an outdoor date. When you two arrived, he alone guided you to the highest part of the place, with the excuse that both of you would have a better view.

At first everything was very calm, you two watching a comedy movie, laughter here and laughter there. Now you were spread wide open, without pants, with your eyes closed and your lips forming a single line, preventing any moan from coming out.

“Hey, my love... you're missing the best part of the movie.”

One of his hands was busy, or rather, his fingers were busy moving inside you, smoothly caressing your prostate. With the other he caressed your glans with the help of his thumb, exerting firmness with his palm.

“If you want this to end, watch the fucking movie, love.”

𝙨𝙞𝙢 𝗃𝖺𝖾𝗒𝗎𝗇 ⓘ𝒶𝓈 𝖽𝖺𝖼𝗋𝗒𝗉𝗁𝗂𝗅𝗂𝖺. ！ 🎭

"You're crying? Aww, poor thing. Keep doing it."

His hands were buried on your waist as he continued to hit every sweet spot inside you with his veiny cock, his pace increasing the more you cried and begged him to give you a break.

Although Jake used to (almost) always be a very energetic, sweet and tender boy, he was also someone who, just by seeing you cry because of the way he played with your body, could feel his cock getting even harder, causing bearable pain throughout his phallus.

He loved fucking you in the missionary position, as it allowed him to get close to your face, lick your tears and leave marks everywhere possible, inflicting pain (on purpose) every time he sucked on your skin.

𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗸 𝘀𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗻 ⓘ𝒶𝓈 𝗈𝖽𝖺𝗑𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗀𝗇𝗂𝖺. ！ 🩸

All your early mornings always started the same way, a couple of wet kisses that threatened your neck, with tickles that little by little lifted you up. You avoided at all costs that he could continue advancing, so you tried to move slightly, but everything was in vain. His hands always ended up surrounding you.

“Come on... a little fun won't hurt, plus I'm kind of stressed. Don’t you want to help me, baby?”

A sneaky smile always formed on his face when he saw how your chest swelled quickly every time he moved his hand to your thighs and how quickly he placed himself on top of you, continuing with the initial plan, the kisses that eventually led to bites.

Over time, the entire room was drowned out by your moans, which were generated by the bites that were mostly always on your shoulders, belly and neck. Your vampi-boy's fangs were the cause of the pain, but it was compensated by the blowjob he was giving you.

메모 ! 📌ㅤ⸻ㅤ I FINALLY HAD INSPIRATION (it took me half a month). I really hope you liked this, although English is not my native language, I do my best.

ㅤㅤ아이디어 !ㅤ⸻ㅤI'm very short of ideas lately, so feel free to ㅤㅤㅤ leave me any requests! <⁠(⁠￣⁠︶⁠￣⁠)⁠>

[angelsfat3]

ⓘㅤ 𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐘. ⠀⠀( 我需要你。)

𝓢ummary “ ✉. 𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾, 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝖽𝖽𝗅𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗎𝗉 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝖼𝖾𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗅 𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖺𝗀𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗁𝗂𝗆.

⠀،،⠀Genre. ’ Smau, dramatic, possessive, jealousy, fwb.

( 𝒄/𝒘. )───𝖢𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗌, 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 (𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝖾 𝗂𝖿 𝖨'𝗆 𝗐𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗀!!).

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It’s late, close to four in the morning, and the silence of the night is broken only by the sound of your breathing. Something wakes you, a strange discomfort you can’t immediately place. You blink, looking around, until you notice the dim light of your phone flashing on the nightstand.

A familiar name lights up the screen: your best friend. You stare at the device without touching it, recalling your last conversation with him.

"A date? Really?" he had asked, his tone carrying something you hadn’t identified then.

You took it as a mix of surprise and curiosity, even though his gaze had hardened more than usual. You’d laughed to lighten the mood.

"Yeah, well... more than a date, it's a party.."

For a moment, his eyes had reflected something else, something that made a knot form in your chest. But he quickly hid it behind a forced smile.

"Well, good luck with that. I hope you enjoy it."

Now, in the darkness of your room, you wonder if you should have noticed more in that exchange. You hadn’t responded to any of his messages during the afternoon; your date had taken up all your attention. But now, the phone’s blinking light seems like a reminder that someone else had been waiting.

You get up, his words echoing in your head. The things he didn’t say then seem to scream at you now. The air feels heavy, as if the weight of his anger and something more had found a way to reach you.

Should you call him? Should you ignore him? The intensity of the situation makes your chest tighten as you stand in front of the phone, undecided. Something tells you this night will be different, one you won’t easily forget.

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⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ݁⠀⠀،،⠀⠀메모 ! ㅤ⸻ㅤ I honestly didn't like it that much. Anyway, Ni-ki's chat is a reference to my last ff of him.︐⠀📍⠀

⠀𝒊. ⠀─⠀ All credits to @angelsfat3 / @foschiamara⠀𝄒

. . . ₍⠀아이디어 !ㅤ⸻ㅤI'm very short of ideas lately, so feel free to leave me any requests! <⁠(⁠￣⁠︶⁠￣⁠)⁠>⠀₎⠀ ִֶָ

˖⠀⠀ ݁⠀©⠀،،⠀If you liked it you can like, follow me or reblog!!

[angelsfat3]

꽃.ㅤㅤ( 𝒩𝑒𝖊𝒹 ) ／ㅤ𝓊𝗋⎯𝓢ဝ𝔲𝐥.

𝖸𝗈𝗎'𝗏𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍, 𝗌𝗈 𝗐𝗁𝗒 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝖾𝗋? 𝖲𝗍𝗎𝗉𝗂𝖽.ㅤ／ㅤ 𝒔𝒖𝒈𝒈𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆, 𝒇𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒚, 𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒃𝒍𝒆.ㅤ٭ㅤ危险──𝑉𝑎𝑚𝑝𝑖𝑟𝑒-𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒-𝐷𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑢𝑙𝑎 𝑆𝑢𝑛𝑔𝒉𝑜𝑜𝑛, 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑖𝑡, 𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑛 𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝒉𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑎 𝑠𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑑 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡.

Your essence calls to him, and within your skin dwells a hunger that knows no centuries, no time.

You are his damnation and his feast—you were what he sought without ever knowing of your vile existence, the whisper of life in the vastness of nothingness that pulled him in ages ago.

"Don’t you see?" he said, his voice a frozen blade that pierced the stale, murder-tainted air. "You’re not leaving this place. You can’t. You mustn’t."

He lunged toward you, his fingers clawing at the flesh of your cheeks with the cruel delicacy of someone clinging to their last shred of humane faith. He dug his nails in until blood spilled—because your blood—that young, fresh, warm blood—is the nectar his mouth has craved for centuries.

You were the perfect prey for him, for his twisted hunger, for his own dark pleasure.

Your eyes mirrored fear and a useless desire to run—but here, beneath the cold, rotting eternity of his gaze, you are his. There is no place outside for you, only this dark shadow that is him; no one is left.

He killed them before you could even gain a conscious second amidst the scent of alcohol and candles that drenched his castle.

“There is no need for you beyond me,” he whispered, his breath dead as a tomb, laced with the sweet, vital aroma of your sweat clinging to the skin of your neck, chest, and brow. “Food. Water. And me. That’s all you’ll have.”

The world shrank to the rhythm of your heartbeat—a deafening drum that pounded for him in the silence of his new, endless hunger.

And as the night devours your future and eternal youth, he will soon devour every fragment of your being with the tenderness of a predator who has waited long enough.

Your voice broke free in one final surge of adrenaline—shaky, cracked—a desperate attempt to save what was left of you. Your last seconds of being human.

“W-what if I… I wanted to l-leave?” you whispered, barely audible beneath your cowardice and the unrelenting tremor in your body.

Fear.

Fear because there was no answer. Only the sound of a deep, absolute sigh.

The storm you sparked within him was already irreversible.

Suddenly, the pure winter-cold of his hands fell over your mouth—dead and firm, like a grave stone. His fingers pressed with the composure of someone who knows the weight of torture, and the fragility of your still-beating heart.

Without warning, his eyes pierced into yours like boiling daggers—dark and deep as a black hole. His icy breath lowered to your neck, grazing your skin with his tongue, delivering the deadly promise that pulsed within his clotted veins.

There was no room left for words.

Only the desire within him. The obsession. The abyss where he had been lost and where he dragged you with him.

Here. Now. In this night without time, you no longer belong to the world of the living.

And even though you tried to scream, it was his venom that chose which echoes would remain buried in the shadows.

None.

Because before you could push him away, or even beg, your heart had already stopped.

⸺ ⠀ 𝑐꯭𝑟꯭𝑒꯭𝑑𝑖꯭𝑡𝑠 @angelsfat3.

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ㅤㅤㅤㅤ(ㅤ𝑓ollowㅤ ㅤ，ㅤㅤ #𝖫𝖨𝖪𝖤! )

𝗋𝖾𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀  &   𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗌���     .       𝗐𝖺𝗂𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾.

[angelsfat3]

ⓘㅤ 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄. ⠀⠀( 你是我的命运。)

͏𝒮ummary “ ✉. 𝖫𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗈𝖽, 𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗀𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽. 𝖭𝗈𝗐 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗒 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖽𝗈 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝖿𝗋𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗈 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾. 𝖧𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎.

⠀،،⠀𝒢𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒. ’ 𝖲𝗎𝗀𝗀𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾, 𝖿𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗌𝗒, 𝖽𝗋𝖺𝖻𝖻𝗅𝖾, smau.

( 𝒄/𝒘. )───𝖬𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗈𝖽 (𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖽), 𝖺𝗋𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖺𝗀𝖾, 𝗁𝗂𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗇 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾.

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In the shadowy corridors of the palace, where candlelight barely managed to tear through the veil of darkness, Sunghoon moved with the haunting grace of a prince carrying a destiny as heavy as the stone walls surrounding him. Each step echoed in the emptiness, his elegant, icy stride leaving a trail of silence and reverence, as if even the air feared to touch him.

Since his youth, Sunghoon had learned to wrap his soul in a box of ice, a perfect mask of arrogance that kept him distant, unreachable. The whispers in the hallways followed him like an echo in the twilight, murmuring with fear and envy, yet no one dared to cross the invisible line he imposed. However, there was one soul who managed to dissolve that barrier as effortlessly as starlight pierces the night’s darkness.

[…], the young servant whose presence seemed to draw sparks of life into the palace's cold, lifeless heart, was the only one capable of seeing the true Sunghoon. With him, in those hidden corners, far from watchful eyes, the unbreakable prince revealed his fragility, as if in the shelter of his presence he could shed his icy armor.

There, where the palace’s whispers faded and time itself seemed to pause, Sunghoon gazed at him with a devotion that bordered on celestial; with […], he was vulnerable and ardent, letting himself be consumed by a love that knew no bounds.

To him, […] was more than a lover; he was his anchor in an ocean of shadows, the only glimmer of warmth in his desolate existence. In […]’s eyes, he saw a world where he could be human, where every touch and every glance built a home.

Sunghoon knew that for […], he would sacrifice everything, even his own kingdom of shadows, because without him, the palace was nothing more than a glorious, cold tomb.

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But in the cold and cruel reality, Sunghoon knew that his love for […] was his own damnation.

As a prince, he was trapped in an unyielding fate, bound to marry a woman to ensure the continuation of the dynasty. This responsibility was a poison that consumed him day and night, a constant reminder of the betrayal that his title imposed upon him.

The mere thought of being unfaithful to his beloved, even if only in appearance, tore at his soul. So he swore to himself, with the fervor of one who binds his life to a vow, that he would rather die than break the purity of his devotion. That promise became his greatest burden and, at the same time, the reason he kept moving forward.

The day of his wedding was one of the darkest moments in Sunghoon’s life. Amidst the opulence of the palace, surrounded by nobles and murmurs of approval, he spoke his vows, yet in his mind, every word was directed to […]. Every syllable, every oath, belonged to him, as if he could immortalize his secret love within the echo of those hollow promises.

His wife, a noblewoman with a kind heart, would never know love within their marriage. Sunghoon maintained an impeccable distance, fulfilling only the façade, ensuring that neither desire nor affection would ever cross that invisible threshold.

To fulfill the demands of the crown without tainting his vow, he discreetly hired a man to father the heirs expected of him, thus preserving the sanctity of his promise to […].

But fate, cruel and relentless, had other plans.

Upon learning of the engagement that would bind their lives in a pretense of loyalty, [...] felt something break within.

He couldn’t bear the thought of losing Sunghoon, of watching him live beside someone else, even if his love for him remained untouched. The torment of this prospect pushed him to the edge.

Days of silent despair and nights of loneliness piled up until they became unbearable.

The young servant, who had silently endured the weight of a forbidden love and the pain of an impossible future, finally broke. [...] knew that this sentence was a cruel imposition, that the weight of such an obligation would destroy Sunghoon, leaving him hollow, robbing him of his very soul.

Unable to endure the thought of becoming a constant reminder of that curse, and convinced that his love would never be more than a burden, he came to the conclusion that only death could free him and grant Sunghoon a peace he could never otherwise find.

In his final moments before making his decision, [...] summoned a courage tinged with sadness and wrote a letter. With trembling hands and tears staining the paper, he allowed his heart to speak in each word, letting his consuming pain and boundless love pour forth, transforming his suffering into a near-divine plea. Each sentence was a farewell, an echo of the devotion that could never die, even when he would leave this world.

“I cannot live without you, and I know that you cannot truly live with me under these circumstances. I would rather be your final breath than a weight you carry in your heart.”

That letter, steeped in love and tragedy, was the last thing [...] left behind, a ghost destined to haunt Sunghoon’s life forever.

When Sunghoon found [...], the world stopped spinning, and with it, all sense of reality vanished.

In an instant, every wall of self-control and coldness he had built over the years as an untouchable, distant prince crumbled, exposing a pain so profound it seemed to tear the air around him.

[...] lay on the floor of his private room, surrounded by a pool of blood that, to Sunghoon, seemed like the final sacrifice of a love that had given everything, down to its last breath.

The palace walls seemed to absorb his suffering, silent witnesses to the tragedy now engulfing the prince.

Shaking, Sunghoon knelt beside [...]’s lifeless body. His hands hesitated, almost fearing to touch his beloved and confirm that the warmth they once shared had vanished forever.

[...]’s face lay still, his skin cold as marble, pale as the moon on a starless night. The light that once shone in his eyes, that spark of love and hope that had sustained Sunghoon in his darkest moments, was now extinguished, leaving only a trace of dried tears on his cheeks.

His fingers still clutched a letter, crumpled and marked with the imprint of his desperation—a testament of eternal love and boundless sorrow.

With trembling hands, Sunghoon took the letter and read each word, feeling his own life slip away as he grasped [...]’s sacrifice.

It was as if the entire world was collapsing around him, and each farewell phrase echoed in his mind like the shattering of a promise, a vow of love he could never fulfill.

Collapsing, he held his beloved’s body against his chest, clinging to him as if that desperate embrace could merge them, blur the line between life and death, and bring him back. But brutal reality gripped him tightly.

In that moment, the weight of eternity without [...] became a real abyss, pulling him into an impossible void.

Then, a heart-wrenching scream escaped his lips, breaking the silence of the palace and echoing like a soul-tearing lament. That voice, once a symbol of authority and control, now shattered in a desperate plea, in an uncontrollable sob.

Sunghoon’s tears fell onto [...]’s motionless face as he murmured broken words of eternal love, shattered promises, and unanswered pleas, as if the pain in his heart could defy death itself.

Each tear, each whisper was a powerless cry, a fierce longing to challenge fate, a silent plea to a cruel universe that had taken away the only light ever to illuminate his shadows.

And there, in the dimness of that cold room, Sunghoon understood he had lost something irreplaceable, and in the silence that followed his weeping, only the eternal emptiness of a love that could never die remained.

From that moment on, Sunghoon was never the same; his eyes lost their spark, and his soul, consumed by guilt and sorrow, became a wandering shadow, seeking a solace that would never come.

For him, [...]’s death was the true end, and his own existence became an eternal punishment, a reminder of a love that survived even beyond death itself.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

In the present day, Sunghoon remained the cold, distant being he had learned to be, but those who truly knew him understood that this coldness concealed depths of emotion few could imagine.

He had perfected the art of indifference, projecting an impenetrable image that made those around him regard him with respect, fear, and, in many cases, admiration—just as in his days as an emperor.

To the world, he was the unattainable one, the quiet member of a popular group on the university campus, consisting of six other young immortals, each with a past as dark and enigmatic as his own.

These eternal companions were his allies, and together, they embodied a magnetic, mysterious presence that granted them an untouchable status.

No one dared to come too close, no one attempted to cross the invisible barrier that surrounded them. And this was precisely what Sunghoon had desired for centuries.

After the tragedy with [...], he had learned never to allow anyone to break that distance, which protected him from any further loss.

But everything changed one morning like any other.

Sunghoon was in class, listening to the professor’s words, lost in his usual icy calm, when a peculiar scent suddenly invaded his senses—a scent he had sworn he would never encounter again. It was a familiar and painfully intense aroma, the same one he had chased for centuries, filling his dreams and haunting his sleepless nights.

The classroom door opened, and a young man walked in, completely unaware of the turmoil he was about to unleash.

Sunghoon could barely control the surprise that crossed his usually impassive face. His dead heart seemed to beat once more as he looked at the newcomer, who radiated the same essence that had once belonged to [...]—the essence he had thought lost forever.

It was as if time had stopped, as if every second of his hellish life had been only a wait for this precise moment.

The young man, unknowingly, was enveloped in the same fragrance, in the same aura of warmth that had once been Sunghoon’s emotional home.

His features were so similar, so vivid, that the prince almost feared it was an illusion, a cruel manifestation of his own longing to see him again.

But it wasn’t.

That being, whoever he was, had the same gaze, the same face, the same essence as Sunghoon’s one true love.

The young man looked around, scanning the classroom with a carefree expression, until his eyes met Sunghoon's. In that instant, the entire world disappeared.

The hardness that had kept him whole over the centuries began to crack; the pain, the agony, the longing he had suppressed returned with a devastating force, hitting him with every second he held that gaze.

Sunghoon felt the love he had buried so deeply resurface, mixed with an unbearable agony that almost made him collapse in his seat.

He had to approach him, he had to speak to him, he had to know if perhaps... could it be possible that his love had returned? Could this young man be a reincarnation of [...], or just someone with his same appearance, destined to torment him for eternity?

But doubt tore at him.

What if it was only a cruel, vivid dream? What if this young man was nothing more than a coincidence, a stranger who shared none of the memories or feelings Sunghoon had held onto for centuries? What if he tried to speak to him and discovered that those eyes, so clearly reminiscent of [...], were empty of recognition?

Yet a deep, almost desperate need drove him.

It was an opportunity he had never imagined he would have again, and the thought of letting it slip away was as unbearable as the possibility that he was only a stranger.

The professor interrupted his thoughts by introducing the new student. "[...], you can sit next to Sunghoon; it looks like there’s an empty seat there."

The name echoed in Sunghoon’s mind like an endless refrain, a forgotten melody that suddenly returned, unearthing emotions he had buried deep within his soul.

Destiny? Coincidence? In that moment, it mattered little. He only felt that the entire world had compressed into the short distance [...] walked toward the empty seat beside him.

With each step the young man took toward him, Sunghoon felt the nonexistent beat of his heart like a frantic drum. The air seemed to thicken, and he had to fight to keep his expression calm.

His friends, silent and attentive, watched him discreetly, their eyes reflecting a tacit understanding. They knew the story, knew what [...] had been in his life and what his loss had meant.

Sunghoon maintained his composure, though inside, a storm of emotions tore through him. Pain, hope, the desperate urge to believe in the impossible—all of it swirled together, so intensely that he almost trembled.

Finally, [...] sat beside him, and Sunghoon closed his eyes for a moment, allowing himself a brief second of peace.

After centuries of darkness, a light had returned to his life. But that light brought with it the shadow of his love—a love that had been his salvation, betrayal, and condemnation; a desire that had consumed him and now rekindled with a burning intensity.

Sunghoon opened his eyes and glanced at him out of the corner of his eye. There he was, so close that he could feel his breathing, the warmth of his body, the unmistakable essence he had desperately sought in every corner of time.

And in that instant, unnoticed by anyone, Sunghoon vowed that this time he would not lose him, no matter what eternity had in store.

But, at the same time, a doubt lingered in the depths of his being: what if this [...] was only a reflection, a different being who merely bore the appearance and soul of the one he still loved madly? What if, by getting too close, that perfect illusion would vanish, leaving only the emptiness of an eternal absence?

As the class continued, Sunghoon felt the weight of that uncertainty pulsing through his veins.

He knew he was risking more than his own peace, something deeper than the simple longing for a reunion.

And though the desire to speak to him consumed him, to search his eyes for a spark of recognition, he dared not move, not even to breathe.

Until, in a moment of apparent coincidence, [...] turned his head slightly, and their gazes met. In his eyes, Sunghoon thought he saw something—a fleeting connection, a barely perceptible glimmer, but enough to shake his foundations.

The young man smiled, a brief and enigmatic smile, as if they shared a secret the world had yet to understand.

It was such a subtle gesture that Sunghoon felt his cold heart waver once more, caught between hope and fear.

And for the first time in centuries, Sunghoon felt that eternity might be a place worth existing, worth living in.

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͏summary “ ✉. Sunghoon, your coach, decided to surprise you for winning the national ice skating olympics—inside the van where they would be waiting for the others and going to eat.

⠀،،⠀Genre. ’ Smut, suggestive.

( 𝒄/𝒘. )───Cheating, manipulation, teacher's pet, hidden relationship, swearing, impregnation, fingering, fogged windows, torn/ripped clothing, rough, unprotected.

Time passed strangely, as if each day blended into the next, filled with emotions that never quite dissipated.

After that day in the locker room, nothing seemed to have changed on the outside. The sex continued, the training grew more intense, and Sunghoon still demanded the best from you. But underneath it all, something was different.

You knew what was happening wasn’t normal; the boundaries between coach and student had completely vanished. Sunghoon always found a way to get too close, to slide his hands over your body under the guise of correcting your posture or adjusting a movement. And every time he did, the weight of guilt and arousal crushed you, leaving you trapped between desire and reality.

One afternoon, while practicing a new routine, you felt his hands on your waist, adjusting the way you moved.

His touch, as always, was firm but laden with hidden intentions. At first, you tried to ignore it, focusing on the movements, on the ice beneath your feet, but you knew where this was heading. Sunghoon was slowly leading you to the same place as always: to those moments after every practice when it was no longer just about skating.

On one such occasion, while sitting on the bench, still breathing heavily from the physical exertion, Sunghoon approached you again. His hands were quick and long, moving over your body as if he knew exactly what you needed, as if it was his right to push you to the limit.

You were caught in that swing between pleasure and fear. Sunghoon was so close, his body pressing yours against the wall as you felt his hot breath on your neck and his cock brushing against your sweet spot.

Just as his lips brushed yours and the heat increased, the sound of a phone interrupted the moment.

Panic surged through you like lightning as you saw him pull out his phone. It was his wife. You heard him answer calmly, his voice firm and full of affection as he spoke with her. “Yes, my love… I’m finishing up training… I’ll see you soon, I love you.”

Your mind was clouded with fear. Sunghoon’s movements didn’t stop. His hands continued to touch you, moving with precision inside you while he continued talking to his wife on the phone.

Sunghoon knew exactly what he was doing. The power he had over you was undeniable, and you felt like prey caught under the gaze of a predator. He relished that control, the way he could manipulate every situation to his advantage. Even while sweetly talking to his wife, his fingers kept working, pushing you beyond your limits, caressing and pressing your sweet spot in a circular motion.

When he hung up, his sly smile made it clear he had enjoyed every second. “You’re the best, you know?” he whispered in your ear, his voice deep and laden with intent. “And all of this is so you keep improving. To be the best, you have to learn to work under pressure, beautiful.”

You felt torn. You knew it was wrong, that every encounter pushed you further into an abyss you couldn’t escape. But the pleasure was undeniable, as was the fear of being discovered.

And after every training session, each time you left the locker room with your body trembling, filled with him and your mind in chaos, your thoughts revolved around one thing: you couldn’t stop this.

Every training session ended the same way.

A touch here, a whisper there, and suddenly, you found yourself wanting more, even though you knew you shouldn’t. Your thoughts overflowed, a mix of pleasure and guilt that kept you awake at night.

You wondered if anyone suspected, if others noticed the glances, the times Sunghoon touched you more than necessary. And, above all, you wondered how you had ended up here, where the line between desire and submission was growing thinner.

But he always knew what to do, how to handle you, how to make you forget everything, at least for a while.

You were trapped, and Sunghoon knew it.

You were in the locker room, adjusting your suit over and over, as if nervousness clung to your feet. The fabric fit perfectly on your body, but you couldn’t avoid feeling the sweat accumulating at the base of your neck, mingling with the anticipation of the moment.

Your hands trembled slightly as you mentally reviewed each jump, each spin, each pose you had practiced repeatedly.

You knew you could do it; you had worked so hard to get here, but something inside you kept wavering. It wasn’t just the weight of the competition; it was everything else. The emotions you had accumulated over the past month, the fear that someone might discover what you and Sunghoon shared.

Suddenly, the sound of the door opening made you turn, and there he was. Sunghoon, with his relaxed posture and that mischievous smile that always made you shiver. Without saying a word, he approached you, his hand reaching for yours, intertwining his fingers with yours as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

He drew you close, and before you could react, his lips captured yours in a slow, soft kiss, completely different from any other he had given you before. You felt your body relax, although the nerves still fluttered in your chest.

“Calm down…” he assured you, bringing his face closer to yours. “Everything will be fine,” he whispered against your lips, his forehead resting against yours, his eyes searching yours.

It was as if with those words, all the noise around you faded away. Sunghoon pulled back just a millimeter, leaving one last kiss on your lips, softer than you had ever felt before. It was the first real gesture of affection, the first that didn’t feel like part of a power game or a challenge. It was the first time his words didn’t sound like an order but like comfort.

“Go and give them a reason to applaud you,” he whispered against your lips before pulling away, leaving only the warmth of his skin as a memory.

With his support giving you the final push, you took a deep breath and headed to the rink.

When you finally stepped onto the ice, the lights dimmed around you, leaving you in the spotlight. The silence was deafening as the whole world awaited your start. You breathed deeply, your legs trembling at first, but as soon as you glided your first foot onto the rink, everything else disappeared.

And then the music began.

You glided with strength and precision across the ice, letting the rhythm guide you. Each jump, each spin was executed with a perfection you had practiced to exhaustion. You moved with a fluidity achieved after years of training.

The spins were precise, the jumps perfect, your arms extended in the air as if you were flying, and every time you touched the ice, you felt your movements leaving an invisible mark on the rink. The audience held their breath with each daring move, but all you thought about was impressing Sunghoon, winning his approval.

The applause from the audience was barely a murmur compared to the deafening beat of your heart. You moved with agility, your feet cutting the ice smoothly, but there was a fierceness behind every movement.

The key moment came with the triple axel, a sequence you had failed countless times during practice but now executed flawlessly. Your body soared into the air, spinning with speed and precision, and when you landed smoothly, one arm raised, eyes fixed on the horizon, it was as if at that moment you had conquered the whole world.

The lights bathed you in a golden glow. The stadium erupted in applause, cheers echoing around you, but you didn’t hear any of it. It wasn’t the audience that mattered. It wasn’t victory you were after.

You turned, scanning the crowd, and saw him. Sunghoon was standing, eyes shining, jumping with excitement. Your heart skipped a beat, filling you with a pride that no medal could give.

But then, reality hit.

Next to him was her, his wife, with her hand resting on her growing belly. He turned to her and, before you could process it, hugged her tightly and gave her a quick, brief kiss that hurt more than you wanted to admit. They both looked radiant, sharing the joy of your victory as if it were their own.

And you, frozen in the center of the rink, felt a wave of sadness wash over you. You had given everything, achieved your biggest dream, but it still wasn’t enough. Sunghoon gave his first hug to her, not to you. His happiness, his celebration, it all was with her.

The crowd continued cheering, the lights enveloped you, and your name echoed throughout the stadium. You had accomplished the unthinkable. You had won. But inside, the only validation you truly wanted was his. And he… was giving it to someone else.

You clenched your fists, trying to bury that feeling deep within yourself. You knew it was unfair, that you had no right to feel this way, but you couldn’t help it.

“Stop thinking about it, [...]” you told yourself, but the pain was already lodged in your chest. Despite everything, all you wanted was for him to look at you, for his happiness to be about you, for him to share it only with you and no one else. You had won, but deep down, all you wanted was for Sunghoon to see you. Only you.

The lights continued to illuminate the rink as you glided toward the center, no longer worried about maneuvers or jumps. You had won. You knew it. The entire stadium was telling you, from the thunderous applause to the admiring gazes that followed you.

You stopped at the center of the rink and stood there, breathing deeply as the sound of the crowd enveloped you. The moment felt unreal, yet you had worked your whole life to be here.

Hands helped you off the ice. Your team’s staff was there, waiting at the edge of the rink. Smiles and hugs came one after another. You felt a surge of emotions: pride, relief, happiness, but also something deeper, more confusing. Among the crowd, you glimpsed Sunghoon.

He was smiling, one of those smiles only he could give you, but he did it right after kissing his wife, who was embraced with him. That kiss, though brief, remained etched in your mind. However, you focused on the present.

“You did it!” shouted one of the coaches, giving you a pat on the back. The hugs were warm, the congratulations sincere, but what you really wanted was to hear from him. To see his expression without barriers, without the mask of happiness he wore in front of others.

They placed you on the podium, the first, the highest. Flags waved, and the anthem played loudly. And then the moment came. They draped the gold medal around your neck, a shiny and heavy piece symbolizing everything you had fought for. Flowers, a beautiful bouquet, were handed to you as the crowd applauded non-stop.

The roar was deafening. Everything felt like it was in slow motion, as if time had stopped just for you. Even though you tried to keep your composure, a small tear rolled down your cheek. It was the biggest moment of your life, hitting you with all its intensity.

When you finally descended from the podium, your team greeted you with more hugs and congratulations. Everyone wanted to touch the medal, see the gleaming gold. But amid all the excitement, your eyes kept searching for him.

Sunghoon approached you, with his characteristic calm, and for a moment, everything else stopped mattering. He extended his hand, as if to congratulate you formally, but the moment you shook his hand, his thumb traced a small circle on your palm. A subtle caress, but one that ignited something inside you. No one else noticed, but it was enough for you.

“Good job,” he said, his voice low, serious, and serene, though his eyes spoke of something more. But just when you thought he might say something more personal, his wife’s hand slid down his arm, and they looked at each other with a complicity you couldn’t ignore. You pressed your lips together, trying to control the emotions welling up in your chest.

The rest of the team surrounded you before you could think more about it. Cameras pointed at you, journalists surged forward, eager for an interview. Questions began to fly from all sides: “How do you feel?”, “What was the most difficult moment of your routine?”, “What does this victory mean to you?”

“It’s incredible…” you replied, smiling, trying to make your words coherent while emotions continued to overflow. The happiness was there, of course. You had won. You had achieved what you set out to do, but there was a cloud still hovering over you.

“It was a lot of effort... my team was always there, supporting me, helping me practice to be the best…” you continued in the interviews, your answers interrupted by camera flashes and the din of the crowd.

In the distance, you could see Sunghoon chatting with other staff members, and although part of you wanted to focus on the excitement of the moment, you couldn’t help but notice how comfortable he looked, maintaining that perfect coach facade, approaching his wife, sharing with her a smile, a hug, while you were on the verge of emotional collapse.

Some questions turned personal:

“Is there someone in particular you’d like to dedicate this victory to?”

That question made your thoughts stop for a second. Could you tell the truth? Tell the world that all you wanted to dedicate each of your achievements to was your coach? That you wanted Sunghoon to recognize you beyond being his student? No, of course you couldn’t.

“… To my team and everyone who has supported me on this journey,” you answered with a firm voice, kissing the medal while looking at the camera with a smile, hiding the true emotions bubbling beneath the surface.

After the interviews, you finally had a breather, though the emotions still weighed on your chest. The medal hung around your neck, cold and heavy, but it wasn’t its weight that overwhelmed you. It was that strange mix of satisfaction for having won and the sense of emptiness knowing that, despite everything, what you truly longed for was out of your reach.

The rest of the day passed in a sort of haze. The celebrations continued, and although you tried to enjoy the moment, your mind kept drifting back to Sunghoon.

You had stepped away from the award ceremony’s commotion and were now in the locker room, changing into more comfortable clothes. The tension of the competition began to dissipate, replaced by a weariness that was felt in every muscle.

As you removed your competition outfit and put on something more relaxed, you allowed yourself to bask in the satisfaction of victory, but also in the melancholy that it wasn’t quite complete without the attention you truly desired.

You put on a cotton t-shirt and a pair of comfortable pants. You were trying to calm yourself, enjoying the moment of peace, when you heard the sound of the door opening. You turned around, a wide smile on your face, expecting to see Sunghoon. But, to your surprise, it was another staff member who entered.

“Hello, [...]” said the staff girl. “I just wanted to let you know that, in honor of your victory, some sponsors are organizing a dinner tonight. Congratulations!”

It was just a silly dinner where you had to pretend to be happy, only—“That’s great, thanks for letting me know and thank you very much!” you said as you nodded with a smile, grateful for the news as you adjusted your clothes.

Before the girl could close the door, you saw Sunghoon standing in the doorway, with his imposing presence and a smile that seemed to hide something. His hands were in the pockets of his pants, and his watch glinted slightly under the light of the locker room. You couldn’t help but feel a tingle of anticipation seeing him there, waiting for you.

The door was closing when his hand managed to stop it, and he walked in with an agility that made your heart race.

“Sunghoon...” you whispered, smiling widely upon seeing him.

Sunghoon crossed the door with determined steps. His hands were extended towards you as if he was about to touch something precious.

Finally, he approached, and before you could say anything, he wrapped his arms around you, his head nestling into the curve of your neck and his hands caressing your waist, giving it a slight squeeze. The contact was warm, and you could feel his breath mingling with yours, his breath warm and light against your skin, and the scent of his cologne blending with your sweat, creating a feeling of intimacy that surprised you.

“You did amazing,” he whispered close to your ear, his voice a husky murmur that made you feel even more special. “I’m so proud of you.”

His words were accompanied by a gentle kiss on the neck, a gesture that sent a wave of warmth throughout your body. You clung to him, wrapping your hands around his neck as he lifted you off the ground with a surprisingly agile and tender movement.

His lips met yours in a kiss full of emotion, and as he spun you around, the outside world seemed to disappear for a moment. Your heart was pounding, both from the euphoria of victory and from the unexpected and meaningful contact between you both.

When he set you back on the ground, his hand caressed your cheek with a tenderness that contrasted with his usual professional demeanor. He looked at you with those intense eyes that used to intimidate you, but now filled you with a warm satisfaction.

“Listen,” he said, leaning towards your ear and whispering. “I need you in the parking lot as soon as I get out of here. I have... something for you, and I want you to be there to see it.”

His words were a promise in themselves, and the kiss he left on your neck before leaving the locker room made that promise seem even more urgent.

You were left alone in the locker room, with the echo of his words resonating in your mind. The physical contact and sincere gesture you had just experienced made you feel special, as if the bond between you had gone beyond the simple coach-student relationship.

As soon as Sunghoon left the locker room, you hurried to follow him. The buzz continued around you as you made your way to the parking lot. You paused briefly to look around, some members of your team were still chatting, sharing laughs and comments about the event. Others were busy putting away the stuffed animals and gifts that your fans had thrown onto the ice after your triumph, with smiles on their faces.

For a moment, you wondered if it was really worth going, fearing that whatever he had for you might embarrass you for the rest of your career. On the other hand, you wanted to be with him, you wanted to have him close again.

Without wanting to draw too much attention, you made sure no one was paying too much attention to you before walking toward the truck, pulling the hood of your jacket over your head, making your way quickly to where Sunghoon was.

When you reached the vehicle, your eyes caught something strange; Sunghoon was standing by the truck, putting something into his jacket, a small box of some sort. The way he did it, quickly and discreetly, made you wonder what he was hiding.

But before you could think too much about it, you approached and greeted him with a slight smile, feeling that nervousness in your stomach again.

“What did you need me here for, Sunghoon?” you asked lightly, trying to break the tension you felt.

Sunghoon didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he approached you with slow steps, a look that seemed to pierce you and made you feel small under his presence.

Without saying a word, he wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you close in a swift but controlled move. Your hands instinctively rested on his chest. His touch was firm, and the warmth of his body enveloped you, almost as if he was claiming you in some way.

“You know I’ve been watching you all the time, right?” he whispered with a low, possessive tone, his warm breath against your ear. There was a small shiver that ran down your spine at the deep tone of his voice. “Every move you made on that rink was for me, that suit highlighting everything that drives me crazy. And now... you’re mine, completely mine.”

Before you could process his words, Sunghoon tilted his head towards yours, capturing your lips in a slow, soft kiss, but filled with a latent desire. There was no rush, just the intensity of every brush of his lips against yours.

His hands tightened around your waist, as if he wanted to make sure you wouldn’t escape from him. Your hands instinctively sought to cling to his jacket, feeling the warmth of his body against yours.

The kiss lasted for a few seconds that seemed eternal. When he finally pulled away, his dark eyes met yours, and in that moment you knew there was no turning back. Sunghoon moved away just enough to look you in the eyes, his lips still so close they could almost touch again.

“Get in,” he ordered, his intense and serious gaze, but without losing that spark of possession and need that made you feel special. It was the kind of look that made you understand that, at that moment, there was no one else in his world but you.

He gestured with his eyes for you to get in first. Sunghoon opened the truck door with almost indifferent ease, gave you a nod, and without hesitation, you got into the back seat. The inside of the truck was warm and cozy, but the air felt heavy with the tension between you.

Sunghoon entered behind you, closing the door with a soft click that resonated louder in your ears. Without wasting time, he locked all the doors.

The cabin was silent, the sound of your ragged breathing the only thing breaking the stillness. Sunghoon turned to you, one of his hands resting on the back of the seat while his eyes locked onto yours, smiling as he looked you up and down.

“Finally, I can give you your gift,” he said, his tone firm, almost like a promise, and at the same time, a warning.

The shiver that ran down your spine wasn’t from fear but from anticipation.

Without warning, Sunghoon quickly shrugged off his jacket, tossing it carelessly into the front seat. He approached you with decisive movements, never taking his eyes off you.

Suddenly, he buried his face in the curve of your neck with an almost feral need. His breathing was heavy, and the heat of his body against yours felt scorching. The brush of his lips barely touched you as his hands began to move, firm and determined.

“You looked amazing out there...” he whispered between soft bites on your skin, his lips grazing the sensitive spot between your neck and shoulder. “Every time you moved, I couldn’t stop imagining how your body looked under that tight clothing... How you shone under the lights...”

His tongue traced a slow path over your skin, letting the warmth of his mouth envelop you. His voice was a mix of admiration and desire, but there was a dangerous edge to it, something he could no longer control.

“That outfit...” he continued, his hands starting to explore your body, moving from your sides down to your thighs, squeezing them tightly, as if claiming every part of you. “Tight... Showing how beautiful you look. God, what I would give to have you for myself, but of course...”

His voice faltered slightly as his hands continued to move up your thighs, getting closer to your crotch. You could feel the heat rising through your body, your breathing becoming heavier, and your thoughts turning confused and dirty.

“My wife...” he growled through clenched teeth, his voice filled with frustration as his lips left a trail of kisses and bites on your skin. “If it weren’t for her, I’d have you in my hands all the time, kissing you and filling you...”

The bitterness in his tone was evident, but you could only focus on the heat of his hands on your thighs, moving up and down as if he couldn’t decide where to start. His fingers sunk softly into your flesh, as if claiming every part of you. He bit your neck with more force, leaving a visible mark.

You remained there, sighing, feeling each bite, each possessive touch, letting him do as he pleased. There was no resistance in your body, only the silent surrender you had always offered him.

His words echoed in your head, filling you with a mix of internal pride and vulnerability. You felt the weight of his full attention finally falling on you, intensifying every touch, every brush of his lips. Your fingers gripped his arms tighter, but it wasn’t enough; you wanted more, needed more.

The tension in the air was palpable, Sunghoon’s gaze was filled with intense emotions that made you feel small, yet desired at the same time.

His body still pressed against yours, his hands marking your skin firmly through the clothes, and his words resonated in your head like a sweet torture. The silence in the truck made every small touch, every sigh, seem amplified.

“It’s frustrating... having to share you with everyone, acting like you’re not mine...” he said with a mix of possessiveness and contained rage before leaving one last kiss on your collarbone. His breathing was heavy, and his lips were red and swollen from repressed desire.

“Although...” Sunghoon leaned in a bit more, his lips barely grazing yours as a provocation, leaving the kiss hanging in the air before whispering: “Tonight, you are all mine.”

The heat of his voice struck you like lightning, making a shiver run down your spine. Your hands trembled, unsure whether to push him away or cling to him. His breathing was heavy, as if the very air you shared was not enough to quench the fire burning between you. He kept his hands firmly on your hips, and with a slight pull, guided you even closer to him.

You felt the heat of his body seeping through your clothes, and his dark gaze, fixed on you, made you shiver. The silence between you became deafening, and your mind struggled to process what was happening.

“Get on top,” he ordered with that deep voice that always completely disarmed you.

Confusion and nervousness swirled in your stomach, and in a desperate attempt to find an escape, you murmured weakly.

“B-but hyung...” you hesitated, your hands trembling slightly as you touched his chest for support, your voice barely a whisper. “What if someone c-comes? They might see... see us... here, moving...”

Your words barely escaped coherently, but Sunghoon didn’t seem fazed. On the contrary, his lips curled into a smile filled with malice, an expression that was both tender and dangerous.

At first, he said nothing, just looked at you with those eyes that always seemed to see beyond your words, beyond what you tried to hide, and before you could finish your sentence, his hands rose from your waist to your hips, then up your back, making every inch of your skin feel aflame.

And then, without warning, he kissed you again. This time the kiss was not gentle or slow like before; it was intense, claiming you with every brush of his lips against yours. Wanting to silence you, fed up with your damned tendency to think of others before yourself.

The kiss grew wilder as you let him press against you, rougher. Sunghoon wasted no time taking control, crushing your lips with his with an intensity that stole your breath away. His tongue forced its way without delicacy, attacking yours in a battle for dominance he was clearly winning. The sound of both of you breathing heavily filled the cabin, your gasps caught between the clash of his lips and the intrusion of his tongue, which explored every corner of your mouth with hunger.

Sunghoon frowned, his jaw tense as he tilted his head to deepen the kiss even more, his movements almost brusque. His hands moved down to your lower hips, gripping you firmly as if to make it clear that you weren’t going anywhere. His fingers dug into your skin through the fabric, and a shiver ran through you as he pulled you closer, leaving no space for resistance.

The sounds of your breathing and his soft growls filled the air, making the atmosphere even more suffocating. His tongue moved with urgency, seeking more, demanding more from you and your gasps, your lips responding with sharp, broken moans. Every time you tried to take a breath, he took your lips again, nibbling them, making you feel the burn of his desire.

His hands did not stop gripping you, moving from your hips to your thighs, squeezing them as he kept you under his control, his body radiating heat and need. Sunghoon devoured you with every movement, his lips firm, his tongue relentless, as you sank deeper into the ecstasy of that rough and passionate kiss that made you feel completely his.

When he finally pulled away, both of you breathed heavily, the air between you charged with desire. Sunghoon slid a hand down your cheek, caressing your skin with a tenderness that contrasted with the fire in his gaze.

“So, are you going to disobey me?” he whispered, his deep tone carrying a subtle hidden threat. “Won’t you accept the gift I have for you?”

His voice was soft, almost sweet, but the words were laden with a weight that made it hard to refuse. Your thoughts tangled, and although you knew you should say no, that it wasn’t the time or place, your trembling lips could barely form the right words.

“It’s what you deserve…” his voice was lower, more controlled, but filled with that possessiveness that always made you shiver. His hand began to slide slowly down your neck, his fingers barely grazing your skin, as if savoring every second of contact. “For being such an obedient boy, always doing everything so well…” he added, his lips dangerously close to your ear, letting his breath envelop you.

His hand continued down, passing your collarbone and tracing the contour of your chest, his fingers grazing your nipple with a calculated slowness that made you feel every inch of his touch. Finally, he stopped at the lower part of your back, his fingers gripping your clothing lightly, applying a gentle but insistent pressure, pulling you closer, almost rubbing your leg against his erection.

“And you wouldn’t want to disappoint me now, would you?” he murmured against your skin, his lips barely brushing your neck, as his words seemed to envelop your mind, manipulating your thoughts. “After all… it’s what you earned. My gift… for being so perfect in everything you do.”

With a firm movement, he pulled you closer, his eyes locked on yours, waiting for a response. “So, are you going to rudely reject what you deserve?” His voice became deeper, almost a challenge, as his other hand slowly moved up your thigh, marking his territory with every touch.

“I wouldn’t do that to you, would I?” he hinted, his lips finally seeking yours with a barely perceptible smile, the one he used when he knew he had absolute control. “Get on top, where you belong…”

Sunghoon held you firmly, his fingers pressing into your hips as if claiming you for himself. The intensity of his gaze pierced through you, dark, dominant, and filled with contained desire. There was no room for doubt, only for the submission he expected and knew he would get from you, as he always did.

"Still trying to resist?" he murmured, his tone dripping with control but also warmth, almost comforting, making it hard for you to think of anything else. "You know I want you for myself, you always have."

His hands guided you firmly onto his lap, placing you exactly where he wanted, where he felt you belonged. The heat of his body mixed with yours, and for a moment, the fear of being discovered was a distant echo.

"Come on, sweetheart… don’t make me wait any longer," his voice was low, whispers vibrating against your skin as you settled on top of him. Each word was calculated, designed to bend you to his will. His hands gripped your hips, moving you with that blend of delicacy and control only he could achieve.

"Are you afraid someone will see us?" he whispered, his mouth brushing the line of your jaw before moving to your ear, his warm breath sending a shiver down your spine. "You should worry more about what I'll do if you keep moving on top of me."

He tightened his grip on your hips, his breath heavy, his tone full of possession. "I know you like it… how it makes you feel. Don’t deny it now."

His lips found yours, this time with no room for softness. It was a demanding kiss, filled with hunger, his tongue invading your mouth without asking permission, seeking your submission. As he did, one of his hands slid down your back, pressing firmly on the lower part, pushing you against him.

"Don’t try to stop me, [...]. Not today," he murmured between kisses, his voice deep and filled with promises he always fulfilled, because he always did.

Sunghoon’s touch on your skin was scorching, his hands exploring every inch of your body with precision, but filled with a desire that pulsed strongly. He kept you trapped between his fingers, each caress transmitting an unbreakable dominance, and although he wasn’t cruel, his control over you was complete. There was no room for resistance. Every touch was a silent command, enveloping you in his power.

"You look so perfect like this…" he murmured, his voice low, saturated with contained lust as he leaned closer to your ear, his warm breath making your skin prickle. "This is how you should always be. Just mine. Just for me."

His words were sharp, each one pulling you further away from any rational thought. There was no escape, only submission. His mouth slid down your neck, leaving marks with each kiss, bite, and press, as if he was reclaiming every part of you, over and over.

Your soft moans were music to him, a confirmation that you were surrendering completely to his will.

"Do you know what you do to me?" he murmured, his voice now deeper, filled with possession as his hands moved with more determination, sliding slowly to your ass. Squeezing it firmly, leaning closer, his lips brushing the curve of your jaw before lightly biting your earlobe, just enough to make a moan escape your lips.

"If someone comes..." he whispered, his fingers now firmly on your buttocks, pressing and marking his territory. "They won’t have to know anything... Not if you stay still, being the good boy you always are for me."

He moved his hands with more insistence, guiding you at his pace, lifting your hips slightly as if molding you to his desire. The seriousness in his tone, combined with the need to please you his way, made it impossible for you to resist. "I know you like it… I know what you need. Are you going to deny me just because of fear?"

Sunghoon kept you pinned against him, that mix of desire and unbreakable control always disarming you. You bit your lip, trying to find some sanity in the situation, while his hands continued to explore every inch of your body, his fingers leaving a trail of fiery warmth.

"Hyung... the truck is going to move a lot..." you murmured, barely audible, clinging to his shoulders in an attempt to reason with him, though the desire in your voice betrayed you, his hands continued to move, molding you at his rhythm.

"Shh..." he cut you off, placing a finger over your lips, his smile sly and dangerous. "That’s the point, pretty boy." He didn’t give you time to respond before replacing his finger with his lips, in a kiss that, though gentle at first, quickly became demanding, filled with promises of what was to come. His tongue forced its way into your mouth, dominating yours with a ferocity that left you breathless.

As his lips devoured yours, his hands began to move again, this time more intensely, more insistently. He lifted and lowered you on his lap, making you feel every inch of his erect member as he smiled against your skin. He couldn’t help but chuckle softly at how you reacted to each of his movements.

"Do you feel that?" he murmured against your neck, his lips leaving a series of kisses mixed with gentle bites. "Look at you... moving as if you were made for this." His words, combined with the way he made you move against him, made any resistance crumble completely.

With every chuckle of his, every firm touch on your skin, you knew there was no turning back; you were barely unwrapping your gift.

Sunghoon kept you on his lap, his hands firmly gripping your ass. As he pretended to give you a kiss, he chuckled softly at the frustration on your face. "What’s wrong, hmm?" he asked, his tone mocking. "Is it too hard not to have me now?"

Your body quivered with each of his movements, and with a frustrated moan, you managed to say, "Hyung... this... in the truck... I can't believe we're..."

Sunghoon didn’t wait any longer, rolling his eyes in frustration. His lips crashed against yours in an intense, dominating kiss. His tongue moved eagerly in your mouth, exploring every corner with an insatiable need. His lips were scorching, and every caress of his tongue made you moan more intensely.

As your moans mingled with his, Sunghoon pulled back briefly, his eyes locked on yours, filled with desire and authority. "Do you really care about what’s happening here?" he asked in a deep voice. "Don’t you realize this is what we both need?"

Without warning, he ripped the fabric of your pants with a quick tug, causing you to gasp in surprise and panic. "Can’t you feel what I’m doing for you?" he murmured, his voice filled with desire. "All of this is just for you. So you can feel what it’s really like to be proud of yourself."

Your hands clung to his shoulders as he moved you with a mix of possession and need. Desperate, you moaned, "Hyung... Yes, I love it... when you move me like this... on top of you... I can’t resist..."

Sunghoon smiled with satisfaction, his hands squeezing your ass as he moved you more intensely. "Tell me more..." he whispered, his hot breath against your skin. "Tell me how much you like it... how much you need me."

The heat between you was almost unbearable, and every movement of his only intensified the sense of submission and desire that enveloped you. Sunghoon continued to be a master at manipulating your body and emotions, leaving you with no choice but to yield to his absolute control.

"I love it too much... I need you to touch me, please... Hyung... Make me yours..." you whispered, gasping and moaning softly, his erection growing as he moved you.

Sunghoon’s deep laugh resonated against your skin as he heard you.

"That’s what I wanted to know," he whispered. Without stopping his movements on you, he leaned in slowly, gently licking your upper lip before letting his lower lip rub against yours, tempting and provoking you.

You were so needy, so trapped by the control he had over you, that you couldn’t help it. A whisper escaped your lips. "Please... kiss me."

"Does it hurt so much not to have me?" he murmured, his voice low, thick with a mix of mockery and a desire to make you suffer. He knew exactly what he was doing, playing with your desire, controlling you at his whim. He knew that with just this kind of provocation, he could make you beg.

A shiver ran through your body, and you couldn’t stop it. You were desperate, craving more. Unable to resist, a plea escaped your lips, weaker than you intended: "Hyung... please..."

That small plea was enough for Sunghoon to take complete control, his smile widening with triumph. You didn’t need to ask twice.

The kiss Sunghoon gave you was dirty in every possible sense. As his lips melded with yours in a fierce and desperate way, he didn’t stay still. He lifted and moved you over his cock, making you grind against him, your ass in constant friction against his length, each movement sending waves of pleasure through your body. His hips rose in rhythm, controlling every motion, making you feel every inch of him beneath you.

It was almost a war, a battle he was clearly winning, each thrust of his tongue making you lose more control over yourself. Your moans were uncontrollable, filled with need and desperation, barely able to believe what was happening in the truck.

Your hands, almost instinctively, rose to his shoulders, gripping tightly as you sought something to hold onto, something to help you process everything he was making you feel. Your fingers dug into his hair, pulling it slightly as you moved in circles over his cock, desperate for more of that friction, more of that contact.

Your thoughts were a whirlwind of disbelief and uncontrollable desire, and just when you thought it couldn’t get any more intense, he pulled away abruptly. Your lips still trembled from the contact, swollen and hot, as he looked directly into your eyes, not letting you escape his dominance.

Without waiting for you to complain or beg, he slid two of his fingers into your mouth, filling it easily. He moved them slowly at first, watching how your tongue reacted to their presence, eagerly licking them, his long, strong fingers moving with a skill you knew all too well.

He spread them apart inside your mouth, pushing and twisting, forcing you to savor them. Your tongue automatically wrapped around them, sucking them with a fervor you hadn’t planned but seemed to arise from that part of you he always managed to control.

Without warning, Sunghoon pushed his fingers deeper into your mouth, his movements slow yet firm, calculated to make you feel every inch of him. Your lips adjusted around his fingers as he watched you with that intensity that always disarmed you completely.

“Suck them well, don’t stop,” he whispered in his dominant tone, his breath brushing your skin as you obeyed.

Your eyes were already closed, and the sensation of having his fingers in your mouth began to transform into something more. Each time you sucked, you moved with more eagerness, your tongue sliding along them, eliciting a satisfied groan from Sunghoon.

“Do you know something, slut?” Sunghoon murmured with a tone filled with desire and control. “Every time you suck my fingers, I know you’re thinking about my dick. Aren’t you? You’re so desperate to feel me inside you that you’re filling my fingers and hand with saliva.”

Your mind reeled at that moment, and your response was a desperate moan mixed with the constant suction of his fingers.

“Yes...” you gasped mid-action, your words barely audible but charged with burning need.

Sunghoon smiled with satisfaction at your response, watching how your lips stretched around his fingers and how your body moved with a desire he had ignited. “That’s right,” he said, his voice a whisper of absolute control. “Keep thinking about me. Keep thinking about how my cock feels inside your mouth.”

He began to move faster, his fingers pushing you deeper, intensifying your moans as your tongue licked with greater urgency. After a few minutes, he slowly withdrew his fingers from your mouth, letting them slip out with a soft pop as you continued to gasp, feeling the absence almost immediately.

His free hand quickly slid to your hips, pressing his slender fingers against the thin fabric of your boxers, and with a precise, unannounced yank, he tore them apart with the same ease he had shown with your pants. The sound of the fabric ripping filled the truck, echoing between the two of you, and you instinctively lifted yourself slightly to facilitate his task.

Sunghoon didn’t waste a second after tearing your clothes. His free hand moved, spreading one of your cheeks as you, almost unconsciously, lifted yourself a bit more over him, making contact easier.

His fingers, now coated in saliva from the desperate attention you had given them, found your entrance with ease. What started as a simple touch quickly turned into a tease, tracing slow circles around your ring without entering, leaving you on the edge of the most intense desire.

“Do you like this?” Sunghoon murmured, a rough tone. “Do you want me to come in, baby? I can feel how your body is begging for more.” As he spoke, he continued to caress your entrance delicately, barely inserting the tip of his fingers, not rushing. He knew exactly what he was doing, enjoying your growing frustration.

You moaned, your body trembling at the tantalizing yet insufficient contact. “Sunghoon… please...” you whispered, your voice barely audible but laden with need.

Sunghoon smiled with that mix of satisfaction and control that drove you crazy. “Please what?” His finger traced another circle, this time pressing slightly, just enough for you to feel it sliding a bit inside you before retreating. “Are you going to tell me what you want, or should I make you beg for it?”

“I want to feel you… I can’t take it anymore…” you gasped, your hips moving instinctively towards him, seeking for his fingers to sink deeper, but he remained in absolute control, giving you just enough to ignite your desperation further.

Sunghoon, still looking at you with those dark, desire-filled eyes, pushed the tip of one of his fingers in again, enough to make you moan sharply. “Like this? Is this what you want?” he asked in a low, dominant tone, moving his finger in and out with a frustrating calm. “I thought you didn’t want to do it here because someone might come.”

Without waiting for you to respond, Sunghoon thrust his fingers into you with a force that made you arch your back, your loud moan echoing through the truck. Your hands clung to his neck, your nails scratching his skin gently as you buried your face against his shoulder, trying to muffle the cry that threatened to escape.

“That’s it…” he murmured, his voice deep, his fingers moving mercilessly inside you, entering and exiting at a pace that left you breathless. “Tell me how much you like it. I know you love it.” His fingers spread in a scissor motion, stretching you, preparing you, as his middle finger brushed your sweet spot precisely, causing your whole body to tremble.

“G-God… Sunghoon…” you gasped against his neck, your lips brushing his skin, your tongue finding its way to his collarbone as your hips instinctively moved against his fingers. Each thrust made you lose control, each calculated move bringing you closer to the edge. “I-I like it… so much…” you murmured between moans, kissing his skin with desperation, not leaving marks but licking him as if his taste was the only thing that could calm the fire burning inside you.

“I know…” he replied, his voice so calm it almost seemed cruel. His other hand slid down your hips, holding you firmly, forcing you to stay exactly where he needed you while he continued moving his fingers in scissor motions, caressing and pressing your spot with a precision only he had. “You love how I make you feel… you love obeying me.”

Without realizing it, you started moving on your own, bouncing up and down on his fingers, seeking more of that friction, more of that pressure that left you breathless. Your moans grew deeper, your groans more desperate, as you clung to his neck, unable to control the wave of pleasure coursing through your body. “Hyung… more… please…”

Sunghoon pressed his lips into a smile full of pride, feeling your body give in completely under his control, your walls and ring stretching more. “Look how you move… so eager. I knew you’d love this.” His fingers moved faster, deeper, hitting every right spot inside you, provoking growls of pleasure from his throat as he felt how you reacted to his touch. “Like this, huh? Right there, isn’t it?”

Every word that left his mouth, every touch of his fingers inside you, pushed you further and further into the abyss of pleasure.

You knew he was enjoying seeing you like this, at his feet, unable to do anything but beg for more, for him, for everything he could do to you. And as your hips continued to move, your moans intertwined with his, tangled in that space where only pleasure and the need Sunghoon always knew how to unleash in you existed.

Sunghoon growled low, his eyes fixed on how you moved desperately over his fingers. Your hand gripped his tightly, guiding his movements, pushing his fingers deeper inside you.

"You can't wait, can you? Always so eager for more..." he murmured, his voice low and laden with desire, as he loosened his grip on your hip. He watched with a mix of fascination and need as your hips kept searching for more, how your body responded so exquisitely to his fingers. “Look at how you beg me… you don’t even need to say it. You’re such a slut.”

The control he so enjoyed having over you seemed to crack with every thrust you made on your own, causing him to lose his composure. Inside you, his fingers constantly caressed your sweet spot, his fingertips brushing against your limit.

With a sudden movement, he withdrew his fingers, leaving you in a moment of pure agony, barely breathing as the desire built up.

“What the hell’s wrong with you now?” His voice, deep and challenging, slid into your ear like a whisper. His eyes remained fixed on you, relentless and dominant. “Not long ago you were crying like a damn faggot because you didn’t want to do it here... and now, look at you, begging for my cock like the damn whore you always were and will be.”

The speed with which he unzipped his pants was almost cruel in its precision. The metallic sound echoed in the truck, marking the prelude to the inevitable. The frustration was evident on his face as he prepared his member, which was already clearly eager to penetrate you. The windows began to fog with the heat of the situation, the atmosphere charged with palpable tension.

“Do you see what you do to me? Not even my fingers are enough for you... or for me.”

Your body trembled with anticipation, and seeing the tip of his member pressing against your entrance, your moans intensified. “Give me… my gift. I can’t wait any longer, Sunghoon… please…” Your desperation was evident in your words.

The pressure of his member against your entrance was a delicious torture, and the determination on his face left no doubt about his intention. Every movement of his was painful, every gesture loaded with an intensity that demonstrated his absolute control, the way you tried to sit on him and Sunghoon simply lifted your hips to prevent you from sitting.

“I’m going to give it to you,” he said with a deep and authoritative voice, “but first, show me how much you want me. And when you do, you’ll be mine, completely.”

The atmosphere in the truck had turned into a sauna of desire and lust. Sweat poured in streams over both of your bodies, and the air was saturated with the aroma of your unrestrained passion. The windows were completely fogged up, the steam creating an opaque curtain that partially concealed the frantic scene unfolding inside.

Sunghoon was lost in a state of controlled brutality. His hands gripped and slapped your ass firmly, always holding onto your skin, never seeming to get enough; his strength was relentless and dominant. Each strike and caress was charged with a desire that seemed to consume him entirely.

His gaze was fixed on you, his dark eyes reflecting a mix of satisfaction and control. “Is this how you like it, huh?” Sunghoon roared, his voice a low growl resonating with authority inside the truck. “Keep moving, you bastard!”

Your body moved with desperation, bouncing and rubbing against him with frantic energy. Your hands were firmly gripping the sides of the seats, looking for something to hold onto as your hips moved in a desperate, wild rhythm.

Each bounce you made on him caused you to moan loudly, your pleasure building into an unending climax. “Sunghoon, please… I can’t take it anymore!” you begged between moans, your words lost in the noise of your own desire and his brutal thrusting.

The heat inside and the way his veined cock buried itself inside you constantly, his tip hitting repeatedly and wildly against your spot. His thrusts were hard, and more than once you felt your skin burning from the way his balls and hips pounded against your ass.

Sunghoon growled in response, his face showing an expression of pure lust. “Yes, you can!” he said with a tone loaded with satisfaction and control. His hands continued to grip and slap your ass, his absolute control over you evident in every movement you made. “Don’t stop… show me how you move, show me how much you love your gift…”

The heat was stifling and the sweat mixed in a wet dance over the skin. At one point, Sunghoon changed his approach. With a decisive movement, he stopped touching you, stopped gripping you, and stopped moving, allowing you to move freely over him.

“Do whatever you want,” he said in a deep, authoritative voice. “I want to see you give yourself completely.”

With that freedom, you threw yourself onto him with renewed fervor. Your movements became wilder, each bounce an expression of your desperation and need.

You tilted your head back, letting yourself be swept away by the wave of pleasure that enveloped you every time you bounced on him, needing to make his cock seek more inside you, then looked back at him.

Sunghoon watched you with a smile, that smile that always melted you and made your legs tremble, the dark smile on his face, his eyes filled with filth as he watched you move desperately over him. Every time your hips descended, his length sank deeper inside you, making your moans resonate in the confined space of the truck. Sweat dripped down your forehead, sliding down your chest as you continued bouncing on him, completely surrendered to the passion you both shared.

His eyes narrowed as he watched you move on top of him, enjoying every second, every sigh that escaped your lips.

But even in that moment, he had control.

Suddenly, Sunghoon let out a deep grunt and threw his head back, his breath ragged from pleasure. His hands, which had been at the sides, rose again to grip your hips firmly, slightly controlling your movements while still giving you most of the action. His smile widened as he looked into your eyes, reflecting a mix of satisfaction and desire. His long lashes fluttered with each blink.

“You’re moving so beautifully…” he murmured in a deep voice, his tone resonating in your ears like an order disguised as a compliment. “But I want more. I want to feel myself deeper, more inside.”

His fingers tightened against your skin, urging you to keep going as he let out a soft groan. His burning gaze was fixed on you, observing every one of your movements. “Come on… bounce harder,” he urged, his words laden with an almost uncontrollable desire. “I want to feel every damn second that I’m fucking you.”

Even though he had given you the freedom to move at will, Sunghoon’s words had a power over you that you couldn’t ignore. Every time he asked, you felt the urge to please him, to give him what he wanted.

So, obediently, you began to move faster, deeper. Each bounce was an explosion of sensations that traveled from head to toe. Your hands gripped his firm torso, your fingers digging into his skin as you tried to keep up with the frantic pace he demanded.

"Yes, just like that… God," he grunted through clenched teeth, his eyes locked on how your body moved over his, savoring every second of your surrender. "Keep going, make me feel more of you. Don’t stop… make it harder."

Your body responded to his words, and even though you felt your strength waning, the desire to make him proud kept you moving.

Your moans grew louder, echoing within the walls of the truck fogged by the heat of your actions. Each time your hips descended on him, you felt him sink deeper inside you, making your head fall back from the overwhelming pleasure. You were close, about to explode over him again.

When you looked back at him, you found Sunghoon watching you, biting his lower lip while groaning softly, enjoying every moment. His gaze from head to toe made you feel completely exposed and desired, as if you were his most precious possession—you were, you are.

His hands gave you space to move again, but his words still reverberated in your ears.

"I love how you move…" he murmured, his voice low and full of desire. "You’re perfect for me. Do it more… keep showing me how much you love me."

The rhythm of your movements over him continued to increase, following Sunghoon’s demands, as if his orders were the only thing your body wanted to obey. Each time your hips descended, his deep moans encouraged you to keep going, his gaze fixed on you, never satisfied with your slowness.

You were losing yourself in the pleasure, in how he looked at you, in the way his length filled every corner of your insides. You could almost feel a small bulge on your stomach from how he was sinking into you.

But just when you thought the control was yours, you felt his strong hands digging into your ass, his fingers pressing into your skin with a firmness that almost hurt, and suddenly, everything changed.

Sunghoon gave you no time to react. With a deep growl, he squeezed and pushed your hips toward him, holding you in that position, and without warning, began thrusting into you with a brutality that took your breath away.

Each thrust was harder, faster, deeper, the sound of your bodies colliding filling the confined space of the truck. Your body shook with every movement, moans escaping your lips uncontrollably. The pleasure was so overwhelming that you found yourself biting your lip hard, trying to contain the screams that seemed ready to burst from your chest.

"Is this what you wanted, huh?" Sunghoon murmured through gritted teeth, his words muffled by desire. His voice was low, filled with power, his growls becoming more prominent as he pounded into you relentlessly, over and over. "Look at you, so desperate… so in need of me."

With a fierce thrust, you felt him sink even deeper, his hips finding the perfect angle to hit your spot without rest. The pleasure exploded in waves that made your eyes roll back, control over your body slipping through your fingers as he claimed it all.

Your moans were the only response you could give him, your mind clouded by the intensity of his movements. In a burst of need, you leaned into him, your hands gripping his neck, and kissed him with all the strength you had left. The kiss was wild, desperate, a clash of lips and tongues reflecting the passion you were both sharing. Your tongues fought in a frantic battle, each of you seeking more from the other, savoring the sweat and desire that filled the air.

Sunghoon responded to the kiss with equal intensity, his hands still gripping your ass as he continued to thrust into you, each thrust more powerful than the last. His tongue invaded your mouth with an aggressiveness that left you breathless, and the sound of his ragged breathing mixed with the moans he tried to stifle against your lips drove you to the edge of madness.

"Do you feel that?" he murmured between kisses, his voice rough and filled with lust. "You’re mine… completely." And with every word, he pushed harder, deeper, leaving you with no escape, only the intense pleasure he offered you mercilessly.

Your legs trembled as you tried to keep up with the rhythm Sunghoon imposed. Your hips moved in circles, seeking friction against his skin, desperately rubbing your member, as if you couldn’t satisfy yourself enough.

Each time you slid over him, you felt his cock sliding deeply, reaching places that made you moan with a mix of pleasure and pain. You were completely surrendered, your hands gripping his shoulders.

Sunghoon, for his part, watched you with a gaze, knowing you were entirely under his control.

Without warning, he straightened up, dragging you with him, sitting on the back seat, wrapping his arm around your waist, squeezing you tightly to prevent you from moving.

“No more,” he murmured with a smile, his words laden with lust. “Now it’s me who moves.”

The change was brutal. Sunghoon kept you completely still as he began to thrust into you with a wild force. His control over you was absolute, each of his thrusts resonating inside you, bringing you to the edge of orgasm with every movement.

His chest pressed against yours, his lips brushing your neck as deep growls and moans escaped his throat, filling the air with unrestrained lust.

"God, look at yourself," he whispered against your neck, his voice laden with desire as his thrusts grew faster, more intense. "You like it like this, don’t you? I love how you react every time I give you more. You enjoy it when I treat you like the fucking slut you are, when I use your goddamn hole for my release."

The heat of his breath against your skin made each word feel like a fire tracing down your spine.

You bit your lip, trying to maintain control of your moans, but it was useless. Each time Sunghoon drove into you, your eyes rolled back, and a new moan escaped your lips, louder, more desperate.

His hands gripped your waist with such force it almost hurt; you felt like you were wearing a corset, but the pain only intensified the pleasure coursing through your body. Each of his thrusts was accompanied by filthy words, whispers in your ear that made you shiver, while his teeth grazed your neck, almost marking you.

"You’re mine," he growled in your ear, his voice rough, barely a whisper amid gasps. "I’m going to make sure you can’t forget how I’m taking you now. You can’t escape this."

Sunghoon never stopped moving, each thrust deeper than the last, more intense, relentlessly hitting your most sensitive spot. The truck was filled with the sound of bodies colliding, his moans, and the constant dirty talk in your ear. You sunk deeper into the seat, completely lost in the sensation of being possessed by him, every fiber of your body responding to his thrusts.

Your body was on edge, each of Sunghoon’s thrusts bringing you closer to the limit. You clung tightly to his shoulders, feeling every movement of his penetrate you, filling you with an overwhelming pleasure that almost made it hard to think.

Your lips trembled, and amid the uncontrollable moans, you uttered something you would never have said at another time, but now, with him inside you, you felt possessed, having held back your jealousy for over a month, more than you should have.

"I want you to take me only…" you gasped, your voice breaking with the intensity of the moment. "I can’t stand the thought of her always having you, that you might touch her after being with me. I want you to belong to me completely, Sunghoon... I want to be the only one that matters to you."

He groaned against your neck, feeling an electric jolt over his member with every word you said, but this was different, he liked it. Every word you spoke seemed to ignite something more inside him, as if your total surrender made him lose the little control he had left.

"Is that what you want, huh?" he murmured, his voice low and rough. "You want to be the only one? How stupid you are..." The arrogance and possession in his voice were unmistakable. "You already are. She means nothing. Even if she were here, right in front of us, I’d still fuck you mercilessly, I’d still lose myself inside you... because it’s you who drives me crazy, not her."

The words struck your mind like lightning, a mix of jealousy and pride flooding your body. Each word from his mouth made you feel more assured, more desperate to have him all to yourself.

"Do you know what I’d do if she were here?" he continued, his tone now laden with a perversion that made you shiver. "I’d make her sit and watch as I take you again and again. I’d force her to see how well you receive me, how desperate you are for me. And she wouldn’t be able to do anything... because she knows she doesn’t have control over me like you do."

Your eyes met his, and in his gaze, there was a wild darkness that took your breath away.

Sunghoon wasn’t just taking you; he was claiming you, making it clear that it would always be you, always.

"Tell me," he demanded, his thrusts going deeper, searching as far inside you as he could reach. "Tell me you belong to me. Tell me you’d do anything to stay with me, for me to be the only one who takes you like this."

You bit your lip, your moans mixing with the words you could barely form. "I’m yours... Completely yours, Sunghoon... only yours. I’d do anything for you, because I don’t want anyone else... only you."

The smile that formed on his face was the response you received, and with one final growl, he buried himself against your body, giving you everything you had desired, everything he knew only you could handle.

You felt it before it happened, Sunghoon’s rhythm changing, his movements becoming erratic, more desperate, deeper. His body trembled against yours as he sank even further into you, with a force that seemed like it wanted to break you, and just then, you heard it.

"I’m going to fill you up, my love," he growled against your ear, his hot breath trailing across your skin. "You’re going to take everything I give you, every fucking drop… you’re my cum bank, understand? Everything of mine goes inside you."

The heat inside you overflowed as you felt his release, his essence filling you completely. Your eyes rolled back as the climax hit you with an intensity you hadn’t expected. Your own release fell onto his shirt and parts of his neck, the pleasure of still feeling him move made your back arch as your moans echoed throughout the space.

"Shit, shit, shit!" you gasped, feeling your own pleasure explode alongside Sunghoon’s. Every cell in your body tensed in that final moment of connection, and before your body collapsed onto him, the words escaped your lips. "So… fuck, hyung… so fucking good."

Your hands gripped his body tightly while he continued buried inside you, filling you relentlessly, enjoying the sensation of absolute control over you.

Sunghoon, with his jacket draped over your buttocks, helped you out of the truck as you tried to compose yourself, moving with difficulty. Both of you were drenched in sweat, the heat in the air almost palpable. His hands still held you firmly as you walked toward the exit.

As you stepped out of the truck, your legs still trembling and your body covered by Sunghoon’s jacket, you tried to catch your breath. Sunghoon, with his usual satisfied smile, gave you one last look, as if he were still savoring the dominance he had over you. The silence of the place felt overwhelming after the moans and gasps that had filled the air moments before.

“Let’s leave before someone comes,” he said, his tone low but authoritative, leaning in to give one last kiss to your forehead.

“Yes... that’s true... someone from the staff might come,” you said, trying to regain your composure, straightening up and adjusting your clothes as best you could.

Sunghoon let out a small laugh and added, “They’re already in the truck, waiting for us.”

Your heart stopped for a second. “What?! So, where are we?” you asked, your eyes wide, looking around, not knowing how to respond.

Sunghoon shrugged, nonchalant. “I don’t know, I just took the first keys I found.”

“Seriously?... You really don’t know which truck we were in?” you asked, still surprised, trying to look around while maintaining your balance.

Sunghoon smiled with a mix of amusement and disdain. “As I said, I just took the first keys I found. I’m not too worried about the place as long as we’re alone,” he replied with a casual attitude, but his tone carried a clear note of flirtation.

But as you tried to process the response, something in the air changed. There was a palpable discomfort, as if someone else had been there. And indeed, the truth began to form in your mind when you noticed something strange.

Sunghoon’s wife had been there.

Intrigued by her husband’s absence upon seeing that he wasn’t inside the stadium, she had decided to follow him after seeing him leave the locker room. Silently, she watched as both of you got into the truck, and a torrent of emotions overwhelmed her: suspicion, jealousy, sadness... and a bit of arousal.

She had stayed outside, near the truck, waiting for something calm to happen, perhaps a conversation, but when the sounds inside began to become clearer, first a moan, then another. Sunghoon’s interrupted words, his deep and possessive voice as he told you what he would do with you, filled her with a sensation she had never dared to admit.

The pain of betrayal mixed with something dirtier. And without knowing exactly how it happened, her hand slowly descended to her cunt as she listened to each moan, gasp, and skin-on-skin slap resonating from inside.

Sunghoon’s wife’s eyes closed tightly as her body responded in a way she couldn’t control. She masturbated, feeling her own need growing with every dirty word he said to you, with every moan you emitted in response to his thrusts. Although her mind screamed at her to stop, her body didn’t listen. The shame hit her, but at the same time, desire consumed her completely.

Her fingers caressed her clit in circles, and her other hand squeezed each of her breasts, playing with her nipples as she listened to him fill you, to you pleading for more.

She heard when he ordered you to take it all, when his words became cruder, telling you to be his cum bank. On the edge of her own orgasm, she moved desperately, her fingers now inside her, touching her spot, listening to both of you lose yourselves in that frenzy of passion.

In a final whisper, Sunghoon said something so dirty that it made her burst into a silent orgasm, covering her mouth to avoid being discovered while her body trembled.

Just as she heard that both of you were about to leave, she quickly straightened up, fixing her clothes and escaping the place before being seen. Remorse and confusion overwhelmed her, but she couldn’t deny what she had just done, what she had felt.

Back in the present, you and Sunghoon were walking toward the exit of the parking area when a strange sensation ran down your spine. Although he acted as if nothing had happened, you couldn’t shake the feeling that something else had occurred, something you still didn’t fully understand.

As you both walked away, a small part of you wondered if someone had really been there, listening to everything... Or maybe it was just your nerves thinking that some staff member might have passed by.

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There is oblivious 😐 very oblivious 😃 and then there is this guy 😭💀

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𝖧𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗇'𝗍, 𝖺𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝖡𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗂𝗇 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎.ㅤ／ㅤ 𝑠𝑡𝑢𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑡!𝑆𝑢𝑛𝑔𝒉𝑜𝑜𝑛, 𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑔𝑒 𝑎𝑢, 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑐𝑘/𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑝𝑒, 𝑑𝑢𝑚𝑏!𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟, 𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑐 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑑𝑦?, 𝑠𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑙.ㅤ٭ㅤ危险──𝑃𝑟𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑔 𝑆𝑢𝑛𝑔𝒉𝑜𝑜𝑛, 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑎𝑐𝑐𝑒𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝒉𝑖𝑠 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑎𝑡 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡, 𝑗𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑦 (𝑏𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑡𝑜𝑢𝑐𝒉𝑒𝑑), '𝒉𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑡𝒉𝑦' 𝑜𝑏𝑠𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛, 𝑠𝑒𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑡 𝑎𝑑𝑚𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑟, 𝑒𝑡𝑐.

The crisp night air from the Han River brushed against your face as you walked alongside Sunghoon. The sky had darkened into a deep shade of blue, the last rays of sunlight finally fading beyond the horizon. Now, only the scattered streetlights illuminated the streets, their glow reflecting off the water, giving the city an oddly calming, almost cozy atmosphere—despite the cold. It was a quiet night, almost perfect.

Except for the strange sensation creeping up your spine.

Sunghoon was silent.

He was never silent. He was always teasing you about some embarrassing memory—yours—claiming he had captured it in a photo or video, shoving it in your face and laughing.

You turned to him, walking backward as you rambled about something entirely trivial, but the seriousness in his eyes made you pause. The way he pressed his lips together, the way his hands remained buried in his jacket pockets—it wasn’t like him.

You figured he was probably still trying to process the stupid order you had placed on Temu, something you already regretted buying. But Sunghoon didn’t laugh. He didn’t make his usual mocking remark. He just looked at you with an unreadable expression, far too serious for him.

And then, without warning, he said it.

"I’m in love with you."

You blinked.

"I thought they were dick shaped earri—what?"

Sunghoon didn’t even flinch at how utterly embarrassing that moment was. His dark eyes remained fixed on you, and his voice was lower, steadier than you had ever heard it before.

"I’ve liked you since the first time I saw you. Since we became friends. Since… basically forever."

The night breeze blew between you, but the silence that followed was even louder. The sound of water, the distant hum of cars—they all seemed to ring in your ears.

You stood there, struggling to process his words, while Sunghoon watched you with a mix of nervousness and determination, though there was a flicker of impatience in the way he shrugged.

What the hell were you supposed to say now?

Maybe we should go... a little too far back to understand.

Like, for example, the first time you ever spoke to Sunghoon—because you had no other choice.

It wasn’t like you hated him or anything, but from the moment he walked into the classroom, radiating that almost unbearably sociable energy that matched his friends', you knew the two of you couldn’t be more different.

Him, with his dazzling smile and that outgoing attitude—strangely quiet when he was alone—was like a blazing sun, his laughter loud enough to echo across a basketball court, impossible to ignore. Meanwhile, you, a gray cloud, preferred to fade into the background, tucked away in the corner of the classroom, drowning out the world with music in your headphones, just waiting for the day to end so you could go home and rest.

Maybe that was the one thing you had in common...

Anyway.

Sunghoon took his seat, scanning the class with that over-the-top confident look, like he already knew everyone admired him, even the teachers. Then, just as you started pulling out your book, the teacher made an announcement:

"Alright, for this class… we’ll just be starting a project. Your partners will be assigned randomly."

The sound of crumpling paper and pages flipping filled the room as the teacher began reading off names. And, as if the universe had decided to play a cruel joke on you, the very last name?

Yours.

"[…], your partner will be Sunghoon."

Sunghoon perked up immediately, drawing attention from everyone around him as he clapped loudly. It wasn’t unusual for him to be chatty in class, but this time, there was a particular energy to him. He turned to you, and the moment he did, his expression shifted.

"Finally!" he said enthusiastically, exhaling lightly as he settled back into his seat. "Finally, it’s my turn to use the genius. So I guess that means you’ll be doing all the work, and I’ll just slap my name on it at the end, right, [...]?"

You didn’t respond immediately, partly because of the way a few people turned to stare at you so openly. You simply observed him in silence over the rim of your glasses, hoping—somehow—that his attitude would change. It didn’t. Instead, Sunghoon kept chatting and laughing with his friends like he didn’t have a single worry in the world.

"Relax, relax. I’m kidding, I’m kidding." He leaned forward across the table, shooting you a playful look from across the room. "I’m not as lazy as my brother."

Even though you tried not to let his attitude get to you, something about the way he spoke made you hesitate. Why was he so loud? What did he want? What did he mean by ‘use the genius’?

That was… the first of many times Sunghoon would do everything in his power to get closer to you. In his own weird way.

At first, you saw him as nothing more than your project partner—someone who, for whatever reason, needed to be annoying, teasing you only to make up for it later by buying you breakfast and hovering around you. But then, something strange started happening.

"Okay, okay... I swear I’ll delete the photo. How about lunch at the cafeteria? I’ll buy you whatever you want. But, uh… my friends and my brother will be there. They’re kinda loud. That okay?"

It wasn’t like you couldn’t survive eating alone, but something about his insistence unsettled you. Instead of rejecting him like you normally did—even with your own friends—you found yourself accepting. Like a part of you also wanted to understand why Sunghoon was so persistent, so bothersome when it came to you.

The next time was even stranger. He found you alone in the library—like always—surrounded by a stack of books that seemed more than enough to keep you occupied. After all, you had to finish your part of the oh-so-important project.

"Doesn’t it make you sleepy, being here all day?" he asked with a smirk, hands tucked into his pockets. You looked at him, even surprising yourself as you caught your own reflection in the window. You had no idea what he wanted, but Sunghoon seemed genuinely interested in hanging out with you—though he acted like he was being forced to.

"Not when my grade actually matters to me," you muttered, hoping to be curt enough to make him leave. But instead of getting offended, he pulled out the chair beside you and sat down.

"Well… I care about mine, too. Let’s just finish the damn project."

That was what confused you the most—his casual indifference and the way he was so... different from what you expected.

Because Sunghoon wasn’t just a pretty face or an extrovert when he was around his friends. He was something else. Something you couldn’t quite figure out yet… or maybe you could, but even your conclusions only left you with more questions than answers.

And after a few weeks—even after finishing the project, when you could no longer ignore what was happening—you started noticing little things he did, things only for you.

Like how, when he thought no one was watching, he’d glance at you with an expression full of… too many emotions at once: fondness, concern, even a little bit of warmth. Or how, whenever he dropped something—be it money or food—he’d always pass it to you without a word, like it was the most natural thing in the world for you to always be there.

And worst of all? You started feeling it, too.

You started feeling comfortable with him. With his presence.

And it pissed you off. It really pissed you off.

Sunghoon, with his deep laugh, his stupidly attractive smile, his way of being so… too careful and quiet around anyone else, made you feel like you had a front-row seat to everything that he was. But despite that, something about him kept you there. Something made you doubt your own walls.

Ignoring it was impossible, and in the end, Sunghoon had gone from being just that annoying guy to becoming a constant presence in your life. Your closest friend.

And the worst part? You weren’t sure if you wanted him to leave anymore.

You didn’t even want to think about it—because just the thought of it made your eyes sting.

… Well, as I was saying.

Each day seemed to weave a strange web of brief, almost imperceptible moments that gradually began to hold great significance between the two of you.

You were walking toward the cafeteria, lost in your thoughts and music, when suddenly—there he was. Sunghoon, waiting at the door with his arms crossed. His usual energy hit you immediately, in a good way, but today, despite his festive expression, there was a spark of something in his gaze that you couldn’t quite place.

“You’ve been… what? Two days? Showing up late,” he said teasingly, though the glint in his eyes hinted at concern. “Everything okay?”

You honestly didn’t feel like justifying yourself, so you simply shrugged in response. As you approached, you noticed something odd—his friends were keeping their distance. Even they seemed to have learned that Sunghoon had this… particularly possessive way of looking after what he cared about. In this case, you.

During lunch, like any other day since that (un)fortunate moment, Sunghoon sat beside you. Though this time, you opted to keep a little distance. He, as if he instinctively knew you wanted that exact space between you—an emptiness resisting being filled—chose to talk about anecdotes from the previous day, laughing and making casual comments about how he had mocked kids slipping on the ice rink.

But in the middle of the conversation, you felt how his hand briefly brushed against yours or how he’d occasionally squeeze your shoulder—fleeting touches that vanished before you could react, as if he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.

At first, you didn’t pay much attention. You figured it was probably just his natural way of being—a habit he shared with his friends, one that had been there since the beginning. However, as days passed, those gestures became more frequent.

One afternoon, after class, you weren’t in the mood to socialize or be in a crowded space, so you ended up in the library. The atmosphere was quiet, the air conditioning let you wear your favorite hoodie, and the soft light filtered through the windows, creating that vibe you loved when taking pictures of empty hallways.

You were so deep in thought that you didn’t hear the sound of oddly loud footsteps approaching. But when you looked up, you already knew who it was. He didn’t even ask this time—he just sat next to you in silence, sighing as he dropped his backpack onto the floor.

At first, you thought he had something ridiculously stupid to say or that he had just realized you weren’t with him on campus. But as minutes passed, you noticed that, without interrupting whatever you were doing, he simply pulled out a small notebook and started writing. He didn’t dare look at you much, but every now and then, he’d glance up, watching for your reaction.

“… What are you writing?” you finally asked, giving in to curiosity—because you knew that’s exactly what he was waiting to hear.

“Oh? Nothing special, just… a few scribbles,” he replied with that straight-lined smile that always threw you off.

You didn’t know whether to take it as a joke or if there was actually something more behind those “scribbles.” But the feeling that, with each passing day, he was getting a little more serious—that he was trying to get just a few inches closer than before—was starting to affect you in ways you hadn’t expected.

The following week, during one of those long walks back to the dorms that had now become routine, Sunghoon was even more attentive.

He noticed the smallest details—how you tripped over a stone, how your shoelaces got dirty because you didn’t tie them tight enough, the way your words stumbled when you were nervous, tired, or lost in thought. He noticed how your eyes lit up when talking about your interests or the most nonsensical stories. Every time, he made sure to remind you that you were always on his mind, even if you still didn’t realize it.

During one of those walks, while the sun had set, stars were slowly appearing, and the apartment lights flickered to life, Sunghoon muttered under his breath:

“Should I send them already…?”

The question hung in the air, suspended between the sound of your footsteps, the way your fingers searched for your keys, and the unusually fast beating of your heart. But before you could say goodbye or thank him for walking with you, he was already gone.

In the distance, you saw him descending the stairs, leaving you there—floating in unresolved thoughts.

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The weeks kept slipping by, caught between routine and Sunghoon’s strange behavior—which was… intensifying, if we wanted to be dramatic. You could say it became a little more noticeable with every passing second. You couldn’t quite put your finger on how, but each day seemed to add a new entry to your “weird things Sunghoon does” list, which you kept neatly in your notes.

For example, a few days ago you found a letter in your locker. A red envelope, your name written in flawless handwriting—though it looked suspiciously familiar. When you opened it, the scent that hit you was strong, overwhelming even—your nostrils burned a little—but what really threw you off was the content:

“Your eyes are the lanterns that light the darkness of my path. Every time I see you, the air feels lighter. When will you realize how I feel about you? Do I have to keep pretending I don’t? How much longer do I have to wait?”

Your first thought was that it had to be a joke from the basketball idiots. You looked around, expecting to see a group of classmates laughing in a corner, but everything seemed normal—just people coming out of classrooms or making out in the hallways.

That afternoon at the cafeteria, you ran into Sunghoon, who—as always—already had a coffee waiting for you in his cold hand.

“Here, just the way you like it. God, I’m the best friend in the world. What would you even do if you’d never met me?” he said with a grin as he slid the cup toward you.

“Uh-huh… thanks. Hey, did I tell you I’ve got a secret admirer? Literally came out of nowhere,” you said absentmindedly, pulling the letter from your pocket and waving it in front of him before taking a sip of the coffee.

Sunghoon froze. Completely. His face went through several emotions in under a second—surprise, horror, and finally a way-too-wide smile that showed just a little too much of his canines.

“Oh… really? That’s… good,” he replied, drinking his coffee so fast he nearly choked on the steam escaping his mouth. “And what are you planning to do about it?... Gonna go looking for him?”

“Nah... or I don’t know, maybe I’ll just drop it. I mean, who writes dramatic stuff like ‘your eyes are the lanterns that light the darkness of my path’ in 2025?” you laughed, not noticing how Sunghoon’s smile twitched for a split second. “Either he’s super desperate to get laid or it was just a lame prank... Plus, it reeks of your perfume.”

“WHAT?!”

“Yeah, it’s the same one you use every day. I knew it because I got the same headache while reading the letter.”

There was a moment of absolute silence while you quietly chuckled, watching him wipe the coffee he’d spilled on himself. Sunghoon stared at you like his whole life flashed before his eyes. Then he cleared his throat, trying to pull himself together.

“Uh… well, maybe your 'secret admirer' wears the same perfume as me. It’s popular with the guys on campus.”

“Really? What a coincidence…”

Sunghoon laughed nervously and changed the subject with the subtlety of an elephant in a dollhouse. But from that day on, the “anonymous gifts” started showing up more often. And got more creative.

One day, you found a t-shirt on your desk with the phrase “My impossible love is an idiot who hasn’t noticed.” You just shoved it under your backpack without thinking much about it, assuming someone had left it there by accident—after all, it was February. Definitely a mistake… right?

Another day, Sunghoon showed up with a box of chocolates. The day before Valentine’s.

“I saw these while I was out getting new glasses and thought of you. I know how much you love almond chocolate,” he said, handing them over with his usual flat smile.

“Oh, thanks. I’ll eat them later.”

“But don’t get any weird ideas, okay? I just want everyone to see I’m the best friend ever.”

“Sure.”

And that’s how it went the whole month. Little things that anyone with common sense would take as obvious signs of interest or flirting. But you, with a remarkable (or desperately dumb) lack of intuition, just chalked it up to “Sunghoon being Sunghoon.”

Until the day Sunghoon almost exploded.

You remember it perfectly—you were walking together after class, the sunset was so pretty that Sunghoon was taking pictures and videos of the view, until one of your classmates came over and offered to walk you home.

“Oh… thanks, but I’m already going with hoon. We live pretty close.”

“We could all go together, if you want,” the guy offered with a small smile, adjusting the strap of his backpack.

Before you could respond, Sunghoon casually draped his arm over your shoulders like it was something he did every day.

“Nah, don’t worry about it. Maybe next time,” he said with a smile that was really just him pressing his lips together.

The guy glanced at the gesture, seemed to evaluate the situation, then muttered a quiet “okay” before nodding and walking off.

When you looked back at Sunghoon, you noticed his jaw was clenched and his brow was slightly furrowed.

“You good?”

“Yeah, all good. Just… something about that guy’s face rubbed me the wrong way. Another second and I’d have punched him.”

“… Huh?”

“Nothing, nothing. Just joking,” he replied quickly, turning his gaze back to the sunset.

However, that night, when you were alone together on the rooftop of the dorm building, Sunghoon hugged you tighter than usual, burying his nose into your neck and gripping your shirt like he was holding on for dear life.

“Hey, what’s up with you today?”

“What? There’s nothing wrong… I just… like being like this with you. I’m cold, and you’re warm.”

His voice was oddly deeper and more serious than usual. For the first time in a while, something about his tone made the weight of his words hit differently.

And yes, it was still weird, because the days since that moment flew by even faster. The vibe between you two didn’t change drastically, but yeah… it got a little heavier—for him, more quiet at times, more charged. Like the words Sunghoon wasn’t saying were constantly floating between you, in his eyes, and in the way his hands would curl into a soft fist.

And you, well… you still didn’t connect the dots.

Though, you did start noticing little things he’d already been doing—but now they’d increased just a bit more.

Sunghoon no longer just brought you coffee; now he showed up with your favorite breakfast packed in a small lunchbox, claiming, “my mom just happened to make it and I reheated it.” He started sending longer messages than usual, things like “this better be the last time you leave without a sweater, the sky looks cloudy and I don’t want you catching a cold, dummy,” or “you look cuter when you smile, so drop that grumpy ass face for a sec.”

Every time someone else tried talking to you with a flirty undertone, he showed up. Always with a perfectly valid excuse. He needed your notes. He couldn’t find his phone. He “just thought of you” or said you guys simply had to leave already.

And then, as if that weren’t enough, one morning you found a red box wrapped in golden paper right outside your dorm door. Inside was a soft cream-brown scarf, with your initials embroidered on the edges. This time, there wasn’t a letter—just a tiny note that read:

“I didn’t buy this for you to think of me. It’s so you think of yourself… when it’s cold and you forget your favorite hoodie.”

You wore it the next day, not thinking too much of it—plus, the cold front had just started. That was when Sunghoon saw you arriving, and his ears went completely red. He stared at you like you were the cutest thing in the universe.

“Aww.”

“What?” you asked, lowering your phone, one eyebrow raised.

“Nothing… It’s just that color looks really good on you. You look cute,” he mumbled, glancing away.

You didn’t really know what to say to that. So you just walked beside him, quietly, until you both stopped at the bus stop.

That same day, while waiting for the crowd to clear, Sunghoon suddenly said:

“Today’s the day. I’m sure of it.”

“Huh?”

You looked at him, but he only smiled and said he’d tell you later. You tried to get more out of him, but he wouldn’t say anything else. Very unlike him.

The next day, you found an “anonymous” letter in your backpack. Written in handwriting suspiciously identical to his, and with that same citrusy, strong perfume only he wore—the one that smelled like expensive soap and something sweet. It said stuff like, “How do you get inside my head like this? You drive me insane. You’re my favorite drink during a scorching summer.”

Obviously, you thought it was a joke. You brought it up during lunch, laughing as you waved the paper in front of him.

“You think this is real? I honestly thought it was just a joke, you know, Valentine’s Day and all that crap.”

Sunghoon choked on his juice.

“W-what? Another letter? No way, maybe it’s that weirdo from your class... Who knows, right?” Then he added, looking down, “I wish it was me...”

You didn’t hear that part. You were too busy rereading the note.

And so the weeks went on.

You, confused. Him, desperate because you just. don’t. GET IT.

Even your friends started commenting on it. One of them straight-up asked if you were dating Sunghoon already. You laughed. Said he was like that with all his close friends. Just super clingy and affectionate. A little too intense and introverted, maybe. But sweet.

What you didn’t know was that Sunghoon overheard that while coming back with another cup of tea. And that night, in his room, he stared at the ceiling for hours, with a sadness in his chest he didn’t know how to ease.

“Do you really think that about me… baby?”

But the next day, he went back to bothering you like always. Throwing you that warm look he kept only for you.

And just like that, we arrive at the present.

How was it again? Ah, right. That cool night by the Han River.

The night you two had been walking for what felt like miles, in circles along the riverside, with the crisp air brushing against your skin and messing up your hair, the sky blanketed in stars and the soft murmur of flowing water in the background, almost like a soundtrack made just for you.

You were the one talking nonstop for once, you were the one starting the conversation and not shutting up, animatedly ranting about the dumb stuff you’d bought just because you didn’t know what else to spend your money on. Sunghoon was listening with his hands tucked in his pockets, wearing that lopsided smile he only showed when you got so into something, you forgot the world around you. Even him—for just a few seconds.

“I’m in love with you.”

The words hit like a splash of cold water against bare skin. They sent a shiver down your spine the moment the sentence ended.

You stopped walking.

He did too.

He ran a hand over his forehead, messing up his hair just slightly, and for a second, his eyes searched for yours—fragile, like he wasn’t sure if he’d just done the bravest thing or the dumbest thing in the world. Probably the second one. But still.

And you…

You went blank.

You felt something rush through your whole body, something you couldn’t quite explain. The silence suddenly felt heavier, and the way your lips parted ever so slightly only made things more obvious.

You didn’t want to reject him. You just didn’t know how to process words that direct. Still, you knew you couldn’t just leave him hanging, so all you managed to say was:

“…What?”

You repeated it maybe twice more, blinking like he’d just spoken to you in another language.

Sunghoon swallowed hard. For the first time, you saw him nervous. And not the kind of nervous like when he’s late to class or his phone dies. No. Really nervous. He scratched the back of his neck and took a deep breath.

“I said… I’m in love with you. Have been for months now. Maybe since the first time you stood in front of the class in that ridiculous sweater that looked like a grandma’s bedsheet... I don’t know. I liked you. And then they paired us for that project, and I thought, ‘this is my chance.’ Then we became friends... and you just kept being you and…”

He clicked his tongue, frustrated with himself, shaking his head slightly while laughing bitterly.

“And it’s not just... like, physical attraction. It’s like…”

He made a vague gesture with his hand, as if trying to pull the words from mid-air, clenching his fist to his chest, furrowing his brows as he looked at you again.

“It’s like it hurts. Like something’s missing every time I see you smile or trash those letters, not knowing it’s me, the idiot who’s been leaving them with my favorite perfume, or giving you dumb little gifts, or scaring off anyone who looks at you for more than two seconds.”

He looked right at you. Deep. You felt his gaze pierce into your memories, like he wanted to reshape them until they only had room for him. His eyes—honest, a little wounded, shining under the river lights, and maybe from something else, too. Relief, maybe.

“I’m in love with you. And I’m getting tired of pretending to be some unanswered secret admirer—of not being... seen.”

Your heart skipped again. Literally. Like something inside of you twisted and spun, like a hurricane swallowing any thought or coherent word you had left.

“This is a joke, right?”

Sunghoon laughed. On the verge of a breakdown and an existential crisis.

“You think I’d waste money on cheesy stuff as a joke? After bringing you coffee with bear doodles on the lid, buying you that shirt that literally said ‘I like you’ and you still wore it without suspecting a thing? After defending you from that basketball guy like it was some scene out of those dramas you like? After hugging you tighter than usual?”

He threw his arms out, as if out of ideas. Because he was out of ideas. It was now or never.

“What else do I have to do, huh? Sing you love songs at campus karaoke? Confess over the loudspeaker? Tattoo your name on my ass? Kiss you? Set you as my wallpaper?”

He had you.

You stared at him. Still blank. Your brain was buffering like a giant file trying to open on a Nokia.

And suddenly, as if your mouth moved before your mind caught up, you heard yourself say:

“Wasn’t it the barista who drew the little hearts on the coffee?”

Sunghoon let out this high, broken, borderline offended laugh. Absolutely done.

“You—YOU THOUGHT IT WAS THE BARISTA?!”

“Well, I mean… he had nice handwriting and—”

“THAT WAS MY HANDWRITING!”

He went silent, placing his hands on his hips and turning around like he needed to reset himself. Took a deep, frustrated breath.

You also took a breath, staring down at the ground. How dumb could you be? Everything you said only made things worse because the truth was… you’d been dodging his feelings.

For a moment, the only sound was the running water and the distant hum of the city.

Until Sunghoon sighed.

“You know something, [...]? It’s okay if you don’t feel the same. I just... needed you to know. It’s been eating me alive.”

And then he looked down. Like the confession had slipped out of his hands for good, becoming a memory that would burn itself into his mind forever.

You looked at him differently. Let’s say... in a new light. Because the truth is, you had always felt something for him. After all, he’s Park fucking Sunghoon.

But seriously, for the first time, you felt like that “slightly annoying guy” with too much energy… had maybe, just maybe, gotten too deep under your skin. Into your memories. Into all of you.

Into your heart.

As (not) expected, Sunghoon didn’t wait for your answer. He just nodded, dropping his gaze like his shoulders suddenly got heavier.

“Just... forget it, okay?” he murmured, turning around. “I didn’t want to ruin what we had. Even if I’m in love with you, your friendship was—and is—way too good. I just… needed to get it off my chest.”

His steps echoed softly on the cobblestone path. One, two, three... walking away without looking back, his eyes starting to redden, his hands buried in his pockets like he was trying to shield himself from a cold that wasn’t coming from the weather anymore.

And you? You were still frozen there, feet glued to the sidewalk, heart pounding so hard it actually hurt. Everything started to make sense. The notes, the personalized coffees, his ridiculously long hugs and how he’d bury his face in your neck, the weird comments like "that guy gives me bad vibes" whenever you talked to someone else, and the “joking” compliments he’d throw your way.

Holy shit!! Sunghoon was in love with you!! What a fucking surprise. Wow.

You bit your lip, staring at his silhouette getting further away, no clue what the hell you were supposed to say. You just clenched your fists at your sides, your arms trembling from the pressure. But then—again—your body moved before your brain did. An impulse. A small spark of courage burst from inside you.

“Sunghoon!”

He stopped. Slowly turned just a bit, like he couldn’t fully bring himself to look back—especially not after being on the verge of tears.

“I like you too...!” you shouted, your voice trembling a little. “A bit... maybe?”

And it was like the world stopped for a few minutes. Or hours.

Sunghoon turned all the way around, raising an eyebrow.

“What did you just say?”

You shrank a little, unable to keep eye contact.

“I don’t know. It’s just…” you laughed nervously. “You’re dumb. And annoying. And you’re always all over me. But now that I think about it, I like being around you. I like... your presence. I like your scent. I like knowing you’ll always be here... with me. I guess that counts as liking you, right?”

He looked at you. First surprised. Then… something like hope. And then, slowly, that smile formed on his face. That smile. The one he only showed when he was genuinely happy. The one that only came out when he talked about something that truly mattered to him.

“A bit?”

He repeated, lifting an eyebrow as he stepped closer, lighter now.—“That’s all I get after almost tattooing your face?”

“You didn’t even know how to draw until I made you join the art club,”—you rolled your eyes.

“But I tried! I had a whole sketchbook full of ugly drawings. One looked like a broken butthole but still I—”

“Shut up!”

“Well... I like you way more than ‘a bit,’” he said softly.

And there he was again. So close. Just like always. Only this time, you really saw him—like, really saw him—with different... eyes?

Sunghoon didn’t do anything else. He didn’t touch you, didn’t hug you, didn’t lunge in for a kiss like in the movies. He just looked at you, with that mix of relief and joy that looked like it was going to stay for a while.

“So... can I buy you an ice cream?” he asked suddenly, like you were just back on a normal school day.

You huffed, crossing your arms.

“That’s what you do after confessing your love for me?”

“You stopped me with a ‘maybe I like you a little.’ I don’t think you’re in a position to judge.”

“... Idiot,” you muttered.

“I heard that. Still like you though.”

Then you walked beside him, after intertwining your fingers, heart now beating in a completely different way. And, obviously, after all that, he started teasing you about your shopping habits.

But even his teasing and lame jokes felt warm. Something that—even if you didn’t fully understand yet—you knew was going to change everything.

You’d have a future with him. A beautiful one.

Ah… love is such a beautiful thing, right?

You walked in silence for a while. Not the awkward kind, but a peaceful one—ironically full of a strange feeling you couldn’t quite describe every time he squeezed your hand or leaned closer. Sunghoon’s eyes were squinting from a goofy smile that made him look like he’d just walked out of a teen romance movie.

“So… are you really gonna want that ice cream?” he asked again, tilting his head toward you.

“Well, last I checked… I already said yes, didn’t I?”

“Mmm, last I checked, you just called me ‘idiot’ and started walking next to me. That’s not exactly a ‘yes,’ you know.”

You just sighed, chuckling under your breath and giving a small nod. “Fine then. Yes. I want ice cream. But only if you’re paying.”

Sunghoon let out a soft laugh.

“Of course I’m paying. What kind of suitor would I be if I didn’t buy you a 4,500 won ice cream?”

“I’m not gonna suck you off on the first date.”

“Wh—HEY!”

And just like that, you both arrived at a small shop still open nearby. He ordered your favorite flavor without even asking. He already knew. He probably knew you better than you knew yourself by now.

“I can’t believe you know I like chocolate chips on both the bottom and the top.” you murmured, taking the little ice cream cup with a mix of awkwardness and affection.

“Are you kidding? I know how you like your coffee, your tteokbokki, your instant ramen. I even know you eat chocolates in a specific order—first the ugly-wrapped ones so you don’t have to deal with them last, then the gold ones, and you save the strawberry ones for the end even though you say you don’t like them that much. Plus, you always roll your eyes in that exact way when the food—”

“Okay…?” you laughed nervously, scooping a bit of the ice cream with the plastic spoon.

“Yeah, yeah, I know. I sound like a psycho or some obsessive freak. But I like you… Did I tell you that already? I like you. A lot. Like a lot a lot.”

You said it softly, but couldn’t help smiling. “Yeah, you’ve said that quite a few times now.”

“And you? Gonna say it back sometime?”

You took another spoonful of your ice cream and played dumb.

“Nope. I wanna act all mysterious and emo right now.”

Sunghoon made an offended face. It was hilarious how he furrowed his brows and gasped so dramatically.

“Wow, after telling me you like me ‘a little’ with your face all red, now you’re playing hard to get?”

“A little… is mostly because… I’m still kind of shy. Not with you! Just… with myself. I haven’t really processed this yet.”

He looked at you for a moment like he wanted to memorize every detail of you, of that exact moment.

“Well, that’s okay… I’ll give you time. But just so you know, I’m officially declaring myself your future boyfriend.”

“…Don’t I get a say in this?”

“You just eat your ice cream. I’ll take care of loving you.”

And then, you said it without really thinking:

“You’re insane.”

“Your insane.”

You didn’t really know how to reply to that last line. Because, for the first time, that word—“your”—didn’t sound weird, or awkward. It felt… right.

It felt good knowing he was yours, just like you were slowly becoming his.

And as you both walked back to the dorms, with your ice creams practically melting and your shoulders brushing with every step, you knew everything was about to change for the better. That nothing would ever be the same again—and that you didn’t want it to be.

That right there… that’s when it all began.

For better.

Or for worse.

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