#Foxiful confessions

[pizzarobotconfessions]

CHUCKTOBER DAY 11: Oldies

I want to see the next Era bring back the guest stars

[confessions-but-fnaf]

When I was a lad, and FNaF 2 was being teased--I saw Toy Bonnie, assumed she was gonna be a girl, and refused to believe otherwise. Even when it was confirmed that she was a 'guy', I just...ignored that, because I knew what being trans was, and I was like "That's what TB is! She's trans!" (100% HC many robos as trans, and enby at this time, but TB was the one I thought about the most.) It's a bit silly of me, I know, but to this day I can't see Toy Bonnie as anything but a lovely trans lady. ♡

(I’ll be using they/them to refer to TB in this post as I don’t want to enforce my headcanons and disrespect yours by using He and I also don’t want to disrespect my own headcanons by using She, so I thought They would be a happy, genderneutral middle ground!!)

Not silly at all!! I completely understand the mindset! Looking back onto my attitude to TB as a child I always thought that they were a man who liked to present femme as TB was confirmed as a man and I didn’t like going against what Scott confirmed because I was a die hard theorist which meant following what was presented in canon to a T or be humiliated by the at the time 20 year olds in the fandom; but I feel nowadays that I headcanon them as nonbinary as I’ve noticed some of the ways I present myself matches their own and I’m sorta questioning myself again atm but ig the closest label for me would be genderfluid! Anyways enough about me-

You’re completely valid!! It’s been so nice in recent years seeing all the lgbtq rep people such as yourself have been applying to the robos!! As a trans person who kins a few characters it’s so heartwarming because I know that if it was like this when I was younger I probably wouldn’t of been in the closet so long and in a love-hate relationship with myself so just knowing that there’s someone out there who’ll look at a character they love, like yourself with TB and them being a trans woman in your eyes, it almost makes the struggle of being a trans kid worth it cause it makes the overall acceptance of HCs like this more accepted in the community, especially by our cishet allies.

Thank you for sharing anon!! I’m sure you’re not the only one. Similarly to Mangle and Funtime Foxy, there’s been plenty of speculation to do with their genders as well as TB so I doubt there’s a lack of people who think similar-mindedly!

- mod bon

[dirtyfnafconfessions]

Foxy eat but

[inseongsfoxybae]

Hello, foxies! Hope you're doing okay ❤️

For the ones who made requests, I'm very sorry for delay to post them, but life is a little frustrating right now.

I'm trying to keep writing, little by little, however, I'm progressing too slowly. So, please, wait just a little longer and I promise I'll deliver the best I can for all of you.

Thank you so much for your patience and I'm really sorry 🥺

Foxy kisses 😘

[dirtyrnmconfessions]

[fear-crazy-eye]

Heeeeeey~ Happy New Year, guys! Have a wonderful new decade!♥

[haechanitboy]

I'm so in love with nct this isn't healthy s.o.s. -🦊🦊

join the club omg it’s not good I need like,,,, a real person to date rip

[villainkinconfessions]

foxy from piggy here.

despite not going with canon, i was the second in command (leader) of the silver paw. i committed a TON of crimes and murders its insane. while i miss my past life greatly and being free in a criminal organization, i feel guilt. like this deep hole in my hurt that ive killed people and ruined others lives all because of willow ruining MY life.

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[linklocus]

Other 'linkers: *shift by doing vocals, interacting with their source, eating 'link-appropriate food, etc*. Me: *F.T. foxy shifting by listening to a song and "lip-syncing" A.K.A. moving my jaws up and down and moving like an animatronic, all while repeatedly forgetting to blink* - funtime foxy, FNaF(🍰)

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[imagining-in-the-margins]

Speaking in Tongues (S.R.)

Summary: Spencer translates a movie for you. Things get a little tense.

Request: reader getting hot and bothered when her and spencer are watching a movie with him translating whispering in her ear? A/N: Filth. Pure filth. Thank you to @foxy-eva for translating for me (and always encouraging me to write). Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader Category: Smut (NSFW, 18+) Content Warning: Handjob, teasing, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, semi-rough sex Word Count: 1k

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When Spencer asked you to join him for casual German cinema, you had expected something innocent. Even after he’d explained that it was an attempt to become more “conversational” in German, you’d never considered how intimate it would become.

When the movie first begins, Spencer keeps a respectful distance. His couch has enough room for you two to sit without touching, but you make sure that you do; just an innocent brushing of thighs. He seems to savor the warmth, though, because Spencer is quick to inch closer.

At first, you are happy. You also lean into him, linking arms with him and holding onto his hand trapped in the middle.

You think you’ve made a smart decision.

Then the dialogue starts.

Spencer’s breath is hot against your ear. He speaks so quietly that you can barely hear him. Although, you wouldn’t have been able to focus even if he’d spoken at a regular volume. Your heart is beating too loudly to hear.

He’s still speaking English, right?

There is a lull between the characters. You try to steady your breathing.

Spencer remains focused on the screen.

The next time he speaks, you squeeze his hand tightly. He jumps but continues to whisper what might as well be sweet nothings into your ears.

The German subtitles blur on the screen. You let go of his hand and turn your palm to his thigh, instead. He jumps but continues to speak, albeit with a rougher, shakier whisper.

You begin to wonder where his limits lie.

The next time that a character speaks, you slide your hand several inches up his thigh. Spencer’s voice catches in his throat. He pants into your ear, yet still tries to translate.

It takes him longer, but he manages.

So, you continue. Between the lines, you inch your way closer to the steadily growing bulge straining against his pants.

Spencer whimpers when you creep your fingers around his length.

He misses a line.

“Keep going,” you whisper as you turn to him.

His pupils are blown and his face has turned the prettiest shade of peach.

“You first,” he challenges.

The still-existent wit earns him your obedience. You can see the simultaneous regret and relief as he realizes that things will only get… harder, as you continue.

Despite the difficulty, he continues to dutifully translate for you. Of course, he could be speaking gibberish and you would allow it. You would allow just about anything to continue your exploration.

Spencer’s voice cracks when you tug at the waistband of his sweats. He outright whines when you pull his aching erection free from their confines.

Then, he continues to translate. For approximately five seconds.

“Fuck,” he groans when your hand wraps around his dick.

You’re pretty sure that isn’t in the movie.

“Focus,” you whisper into his ear.

Then, to be cruel, you nip at his earlobe. You revel in the way it makes him shiver.

“I can’t,” he confesses.

“Try,” you coo, “do it for me.”

He tries. Even when your fingers start to move, he stutters out rough, broken English. You want to pay attention to the movie to better support his desire to learn, but the sweetness of his skin is more alluring than the screen.

You litter him with sloppy kisses while your fingers apply waves of pressure around his dick. By the time you begin lazy strokes, Spencer is already about to sob from the repressed passion.

He hasn’t even touched you, but he feels himself teetering on the edge of oblivion.

"Ich will dich ficken,” he absentmindedly grumbles.

“In English, Spencer,” you tease, failing to realize that he was long past with the teasing.

“I said I want to fuck you.”

Before you can even process what he’s said, he pulls you forward onto his lap. You scramble to compose yourself, but Spencer continues regardless.

His hands are ruthless in their pursuit, pushing under your skirt and forcing your underwear to the side without hesitation. His fingers are just as quick to slip inside you. They also find no hesitation. He groans with relief to find you already dripping with anticipation.

He’s waited long enough. His hand drops to his dick while the other helps position your hips. With one smooth movement, you drop onto his lap as your body accepts all of him.

Spencer wants to take his time, but he knows he won’t be able to last. His thrusts are staggered and rough. You grab hold of his shoulders to try to keep steady, but you find yourself slipping when he starts to move.

You grab his hair, instead. The force with which you do so is matched by the intensity of his hands digging into your hips. He holds you down, pushing himself even deeper into you until there is nowhere left to go.

He still wants more. He cranes his neck forward despite your death grip on his hair. He returns your torture with bruising kisses on your neck.

You cry out. You cling to him, holding his face against your chest and depriving him of everything but you.

He doesn’t protest. He kisses you more. He fucks you as hard as he can until he is gasping for air against your breast.

Then, the world goes quiet as everything left of his resolve shatters. Spencer buries his teeth in the sensitive skin beside your collarbone. His hands keep holding you down, even when your body starts to squirm. He forces himself all the way to the hilt as he comes.

The feeling of his release is like a balm for the pain. It is so warm, and he is so vulnerable, that you are almost happy that his hold is so brutal.

But when he lets go, panting and whimpering like he had been before, you realize that he is beautiful in every iteration.

Spencer is only gentle then. He holds you like something fragile, and you treat him just the same. You focus on the feeling of his hot, steady breath against damp and bruised skin.

“What wonderful sorrow it is to love,” Spencer whispers through the exhaustion.

Your face crinkles with confusion.

“What?” you ask.

“The movie,” he mumbles, "That's the line."

Once you realize, you laugh. He joins you. You both laugh at just how far from the plan you’d strayed.

In the background, the movie entertains itself.

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[pizzarobotconfessions]

Ngl even tho the band is named after him, Tex feels out of place in TJPC. Like, his design doesn’t mesh with Roxy n Cal that well. Maybe if they were all mythical creatures it’d be better...

[confessions-but-fnaf]

I like the idea of a sleepover with the nightmares. Imagine like, Fredbear and Nightmare just seeing you and the others peacefully sleeping and joining in the cuddling.

I have literally typed this out like 3 times because I keep forgetting to save it- please forgive me for how sloppy these headcanons are put together I’m tired of typing- it’s been d a y s HAHAHAHAHHAHAHA

Also I’ve been meaning to post this since before the teaser(?) was released so I’m really sorry for the delay on this one-

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for some context, as soon as I saw this ask this is what I thought of so please enjoy the Headcanons building off of the idea of the nightmares living with you and having regular sleepovers with you uwu

Done in no specific order!!

Nm. Bonnie (+ JackO Bonnie)

Bonnie wraps you up in blankets, like a little blanket burrito during sleepovers

He keeps your upper half in the hole in his chest to keep you safe from “monsters under the bed oh and also plushtrap-“

He tries to put plushies and pillows in his chest to make it a little bit homier for you when you’re sleeping in there

When he has you sleep in his chest, he always hugs you since his anxiety spikes and he’s scared that you might get hurt if he doesn’t keep and eye on you

JackOBon likes to offer you the same thing, but regular NMBon insists that you refuse since he’s scared that JackO might accidentally burn you

Nm. Chica (+ JackO Chica)

Chica loves to bake things for you, from cakes to cupcakes to mini versions of her little cupcake buddy Charline!

She has to use your kitchen so you’ll need to have all the ingredients there for her to use. Apart from that, just let her loose and she’ll do her stuff!

Her JackO counterpart also cooks, but she does things more on the roasts and chicken nuggets side

Their favourite thing to make is caramel popcorn but they hate how sticky it gets on their claws

Nm. Foxy

Foxy hoards plushies, especially ones that he knows you like

He hates it when the other nightmares touch his plushies because he gets them just for you during the sleepovers

Because of how many he’s hoarded, when you and the other nightmares got burger kind one time, you have him your crown

Bonnie usually borrows them for when you sleep on his chest and that’s the one time Foxy will let someone else touch his plushies

Nightmare

Nightmare is a bit of an oddball here

He hates being around the others but when it comes to a sleepover, he always loves to join in

He’s like a massive cuddly teddy bear and just won’t let go

Even if the others ask, he literally will not let go because he loves spending time with you, especially when it’s just vibing together to the pleads of the others for some time to you the sound of silence or some music you like, whatever you want, honestly

Sometimes when you’re asleep, Night likes to put his top hat or bow tie, sometimes both on you for a little laugh. He thinks you look really cute

Nm. Freddy (+ Freddles)

Freddy always brings his Freddles to cuddle up with you and the others. They act like hot water bottles and keep you warm during cold nights and surprisingly, cold during hot nights so you can still cuddle with the others without feeling overwhelmed!!

When hugging with Freddy, he usual just becomes the little spoon with his kids and you gotta try and cuddle all three- good luck friend 😍😍😍

Usually the freddles just cuddle up by your head while Freddy hugs your torso so you should be fine :))

Fredbear

Finally, Fredbear (because I’m not gonna do Nightmarione, Mangle and BB unless requested-)

He’s like the dad of all the nightmares so if he wants to cuddle with you and the others they will just let him slide in-

You know how like- two people could be cuddling and then their cat just slinks in and smooshes them self into the middle?

That’s Fredbear in a nutshell-

He will literally just wriggle his way into whatever spot he can do that he can get closer to you and the others for cuddle time during sleepovers

He’s also the one to tell everyone to shut up if you’ve fallen asleep early and is also the one to tuck you into bed

He’s just the mom friend in the form of a massive, decaying golden bear with claws ngl

Oh! He also forces himself and the others to either retract their claws or put packing popcorn over the top so they can’t accidentally scratch you-

Thanks for your submission, anon!!

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Dar+ling (Emily Prentiss x f!reader)

Pairing: Emily Prentiss x fem!reader

Warnings: Nothing but an alarming amount of cuteness 🤭

Prompt: Person A finally confesses their feelings for B, who has wanted to do just the same for weeks

Summary: Emily finally gets the courage to confess their feelings to the reader, who has just wanted to do it too for a while.

Word Count: 1k

A/N: Doing this cute fic for @foxy-eva 's writing challenge 🥳🥳 congratulations for the 2k followers, I wish you lots of success for the future!!! (Btw this hasn't been beta'd lmao I literally wrote all of this on the Tumblr editor.......... 🫣)

It had always been absolutely no secret to everyone that Emily and I have always been quite close for the past few years, always hanging out after work, chatting for hours and hours in the break room, sitting a bit too long on each other's desks, and the list goes on and on.

We've never gone much farther than that. Not because we didn't want to, just because we didn't really talk about everything, the feelings matter, if we like each other as friends or not... It just never came up. I guess we didn't really think about it.

I've never dared to cross the line, I don't want things to end up awkward because I like her and she doesn't. But, what if she likes me too? For all I know, she could do, I don't see why not.

But, I've never asked her.

I really want to, though. The words are standing on the tip of my tongue whenever it's just the two of us, they're waiting to be said but... I don't let them out. I keep telling myself that I'll do it next time, but 'next time' ends up being delayed and on and on.

I just wish I could confess to her. Then I'd probably feel much better and everything would be fine. I really wish I could do it already. It's been weeks since I've been wanting to tell her.

I always stare at Emily's desk whether she's there or not, I just love to memorize every trait of her face, all the time. I can still imagine her sitting there even though she hasn't arrived to work yet.

I always look forward for the sound of the elevator, each morning. It might be my favorite sound after the sound of her voice. Elevator sounds being my favorite is a bit weird, but I like it because after that her arrival always follows.

And just when I turn my head, the elevator tings, and Emily is there. Her eyes meet mine and I wave at her quicky before standing up to walk up to her.

"Well someone's happy to see me today." Emily says as she opens her arms to hug me. We always sway from left to right, it's our thing.

"As always." I respond as we pull apart from each other and automatically start to walk towards our respective desks, even though she never sits at her chair first. She always goes for my desk, and I sit on my chair and look up at her in all of her beauty.

Even though we've seen each other yesterday, it's like we haven't talked in years. We chat for at least 30 minutes before realizing it's been that long.

I notice that she's been acting slightly different though, as if something has been on her mind. I wonder what happened, if I should ask about it or not while we talk.

I look around and notice that others have started to arrive. We greet them and slightly chat with them, and I start to think that it would be probably better if we moved somewhere else more private to talk.

"Hey, uh... Do you wanna go get some coffee in the break room? I haven't had any this morning and I'm starting to crave caffeine." I chuckle, and she smiles. She smiles.

We both walk away from the desk to the thankfully empty room, and I start to open up the cabinet where mugs are kept.

"Here, your mug." I say as I grab it and hand it to her, before I grab my own and close the cabinet.

"I'll pour it for you, here." She says and I set down my mug on the counter as she pours coffee in it.

"That's kind of you, thanks."

"You're welcome." She responds, and our eyes meet, just for a few seconds, then probably a bit more. It's like it's just the two of us, in a bubble, for a moment. Then she starts to chuckle, out of nowhere. It usually happens when we stare into each other's eyes for too long, I guess it's a nervous reaction. I smile to myself as she pours coffee for herself and sets the pot back on the holder.

We just stand there in silence as we drink our coffees, and neither of us seem to mind. Silent moments are precious too sometimes, I like them. Just standing by her is enough for me.

"Hey, uh..." She starts to talk but stops, as if she hesitates.

"Yeah?" I look at her but she has trouble to look at me. She seems nervous. "Is something wrong?"

"No, nothing bad. It's just... I've... Been thinking about something lately."

"What have you been thinking about?" I ask as we both set our empty mugs on the counter.

"You?"

"Me? What about?" I start to smile, out of nervousness.

"About the fact that I love you." I can see her exhaling a big breath after she tells the words, as if a weight has been lifted off her, and I think that I feel it too.

"You... You love me?"

"Yeah. I do."

"Well, it kinda turns out I do too." I say with a smile and she instantly seems relieved.

"You have no idea how bad I wished you did too."

"And you have no idea how long I've wanted to do this. It's been... Weeks."

"It's been way too long."

"Yeah." I say, before looking behind me to see if anyone else is near, but no one is. I can hear chatting nearby, everyone is probably too busy talking.

"Why did you-" Emily starts to ask, but I cut her off by pressing my lips to hers, just for a few seconds, because someone might come.

"You'll kiss me back tonight. They'll start looking for us any time now." I say after I pull away.

Emily is breathless as she puts her hands on my arms and says, "I might kiss you before, I'm known to be bad at waiting."

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LIKE HONEY

2023 | 16+ | 7k | ONESHOT × KIM SUNOO (ENHYPEN)

💭 REQUESTED BY ANON!

WARNING emotionally independent! and extremely manipulative! sunoo, soft yandere! sunoo, toxic relationship, mild cursing, graphic scenes of self harming, violence here and there, jealousy, kidnapping, suggestive scenes: kissing scenes, implied smut O_O... threatening, usage of knives and more. ANON I MIGHT'VE GONE OVERBOARD IDK BUT I HOPE U LIKE IT??

Like honey, he was.

Foxy eyes of his pulling you towards its spiraling depths of honey

Orange lips of his blooming honey flowers

His touches overflowing like a dripping honey on your skin.

Every single piece of him is like honey over pouring on your entire existence.

Drowning you were and yet it was the least of your concern as he was sweet like honey.

Kim Sunoo. The fox like boy that never fails to capture your heart within his affectionate grasp.

His eyes beaming with vibrant echoes of yellow, akin to honey, had never failed to sweeten up your dull heart — your boyfriend.

Those faint orange lips of his tugging upwards to kiss his rosy cheeks as he stood under the grace of the sky and sun. Fox eyes slithered upwards screaming intimidation and coldness, yet the beholder within those pupils held an undying comfort and affection.

— for you.

Everything of him was undoubtedly comforting—somewhat odd but you wanted to bathe in his scent and everything of him even more.

He made you feel as if you were a princess, treated you like one and often at sight as soon as you called for him, not even an ounce of complaint ever left his sugary lips, his eyes often holding great affection inside it.

With him, you're at the top of the world because just like he often said; he was your everything, and so do you.

This wonderful relationship you had with Sunoo,never will you trade anything to such a perfection like this.

The very first time you met him back then was when you bumped into him while fighting with someone inside a bakery, more like competing on who gets the bread first. He made his appearance by getting it for you despite all the trouble, handing it to you with his usual shy demeanour.

Your heart skipped a beat over how adorable this fox boy was, his simple gesture towards you started as a simple normal friendship until he confessed to you one day just like any other day.

Sunoo did in somewhat a very nonchalant way and straightforward—a complete contrast to how you perceive him from the beginning—he brought you a pack of honey, placing it on the table where you were at for cafeteria, asking you out for a date. He didn't expect much to be honest like he explained it to you.

"I don't know if you like honey, but.. if you do, then let's meet sometime if you want more—"

Though as much as he tried to keep on his brave and courageous demeanour, it all fails as he started to stutter, inaudible words form on the tip of his tongue.

You observed as on how rosy his cheeks grew when he confessed to you, dilated pupils darting around as if to avoid your intense gaze, his wet tongue lapping on his faint orange lips every once in awhile, dainty fingers of his fiddling with hems of his sleeves.

So fucking adorable.

He was painfully shy, kind hearted, and someone you feel like you want to protect.

Though, there's a series of events where it's difficult to handle Sunoo.

Why, you may wonder?

For the first few months in relationship with Sunoo, everything was perfectly fine and normal until it all went downhill for no reason—his clinginess and his downright dependence growing overtime—as flattered as you were to his never ending attention towards you, and the fact it made you feel at ease that his eyes would never linger on no one else but you — has sooner drained you down.

The first time he begged you to stay for the night, expressing his wishes to stay more closer with you, you felt so loved. Second time, he did that—you couldn't help but be over the moon for getting a perfect jackpot like him. Third and so on, you were sure you and Sunoo was really for each other.

Bearable it was, yet it grew worser—his words begin to sound demanding and annoying—often growing whiny each passing day which had given you the thought of—what the actual fuck is wrong with him?

One turns to two, two turns to four, four turns to six and it was a never-ending cycle of him begging you to let him go with you.

It was as if you had a child whose little tiny yet tight grips tugging your sleeves down, preventing you from doing anything.

You begin to have the thought that he was emotionally fragile; requiring constant attention and support.

He constantly phone and text you—leading to multiple texts in an absolute short duration and it overwhelmed you to the point it gave you headache.

[3:09PM] Sunsun<3: where r u?

[3:09PM] Sunsun<3: answer me.

[3:09PM] Sunsun<3: (Name)! Why aren't u answering???

[3:10PM] Sunsun<3: it sucks here without u :(

His smothering alone is enough to drain you.

"Sunoo, I have to go to work." Your protests fell into deaf ears as the grip on your tightens even more.

"(Name).. One more hour? Pleaseee! Or maybe I can follow you?"

"Oh fucking god, do you hear yourself?" You couldn't help but feel amused, his clinginess does feed your ego and of course made you felt fucking loved.

However it truly starts to get annoying every single time.

"I gotta work, Sunoo. Heck I even got studies to finish soon!" You tried to pry off his wrapped arms around your waist—as here you were laying on his bed after staying for the night. "Sunoo!"

"Why you gotta be so busy all the time? It fucking hurts." Sunoo mumbles on the back of your shoulder causing a wave of vibrations which somehow turns you on along with those words of his, once again.

Why are you so weak for him?

As much as annoyed you were though, you couldn't find the courage to stop him from doing so or even strike a so called healthy conversation with him as the moment you were in his presence, all starts to flow along as soon as his hands were on yours and soon you're falling for it all over again.

As clingy as he was though, he had never accuse you of cheating on him. So maybe, it given you a second thought that maybe you should just compromise with him. That this is just the way he is. That you should only try your best to lessen your annoyance for him.

Though, it didn't last long unfortunately as everything turns upside down and a whole of it started to creeps you out.

Your seemingly normal daily life, a peaceful one somehow had turn to something you were sure wasn't a good news—as you particularly notice that whenever you were on your daily errands, there's this unusual vibe hovering on your back as if someone had their eyes glued on you every minute and when you turned back, there's no one but the sound of your breathe puffing into the empty air.

Everywhere from when you were at the library, school, the place you work at, or even simply hanging out with your friends—those nonexistent eyes was always boring on your back to the point you think that you might had gone insane.

Creep slithered down your veins.

Nowadays, you tried to ignore it but you had this unwavering dread that it must be none other than him, Sunoo.

However when you voiced out this bold question of yours, you were met with an outburst of cry and disbelief splattered on his beautiful face.

"How can you accuse me of such thing, (Name)?!"

Regret burned you down and it had you thinking, what the fuck were you even thinking to accuse him?

A week had passed without Sunoo's presence in your home and it had you completely drained. You loved him. You really do. You just need some time away from him but it had you thinking if it was this even normal without a week of interaction?

A fit of sigh escapes your lips as you lazily plopped on the couch you did and when your hands brushes down the soft material of the couch, you couldn't think of anything but him.

Missing his touch and all, his kiss and his hair. Every morning. Every single day. Those honey like words of his. Everything of him.

"...Fuck, this won't do." You groaned after letting out an exasperated sigh, getting out from the comfort of your blankets.

"Hm... I wonder which brand of honey does he like?" here you are looking for some honey to buy to reconcile with Sunoo upon the idea of doing the same thing he did when he confessed to you.

But as you were in your deep thought of deciding what to pick—you are completely unaware of the softened gaze hovering on your back from the reception counter where the beholder stood still; blonde hair and beauty marks on the top of his nose, tongue lapping below his faint cherry lips every once in awhile.

You went to the counter after getting not one but a bunch of honey pack, leading to an amusement expression over the the boy's face.

"Heya, Sunghoon!"

His usual and especially his favourite customer, the one he took meticulous note in his mind—memorising every feature, expressions, emotions of you.

"What's up with that crunchy face?"

You sigh, looking down. "What do you think?"

"Your boyfriend, again?" Sunghoon raised his eyebrow.

"You got that right, ugh. But it's a bit serious now and gotta admit it's my damn fault."

"Hey, you don't have to say that. What could've been possibly your fault?"

"Eh, try to consider that, dude. It's just that, ugh. I suddenly have this c-creepy vibes around me like someone's stalking over the past few weeks.. and it's freaking eerie—"

"Are you trying to imply that?"

You nodded with another low sigh, "Yeah, cuz' my boyfriend's hella clingy and it could be annoying at times so I just naturally had this thought that he might be the one.. But I guess karma is a bitch. What am I even thinking?"

You fiddling the hems of your sleeve, looking down.

"I wouldn't blame you," Sunghoon puts the honey pack inside the plastic. "It's okay to get mistaken, just try to settle it before your boyfriend get fed up."

Beaming up at his encouragement, you took the plastic. "Right?! That's why I bought this for him, he likes honey alot."

Sunghoon froze but regain his composure, "Oh, honey? He likes honey, I see.."

"So how's life, Sunghoon-ah?"

"Boring and tedious, gonna have exams soon so my life is a living hell now. It's a useless trial deciding my entire life."

"Nah, fighting! You're hella smart, so don't give up okay?" you gave him a small pat on his shoulder in which he looks back at you and froze. "Hm? Whats—"

"Your hair." He brushes his finger against your hair locks much to your surprise, "A bug."

"You know doing that could've won you a girl and not stick around here like a loner crying for your upcoming exam."

"Shut up. Bold of you to assume I don't have any chick on my bed." A lie. Sunghoon couldn't help but lie just so he can keep this friendship he treasures deeply.

Soft giggle escaped from your lips that Sunghoon simply adores which made him look down to prevent you from seeing his burning cheeks.

Sunghoon observes you as you walked away on your little hops, eyes brimming in fondness over how cute you are. However, he snapped himself out of those thoughts as it's eventually useless now—that he didn't bother to make the first move in the first place so now he had to deal with the consequences.

It just happens when you first appeared through the shop's entrance in your usual high school fit plus your ragged vibe had his heart strings pulled at once. Then you became his usual customer. Nice, beautiful and polite. You were everything. But he was painfully shy and so when you blurted out to him a few months later that you had a boyfriend, he couldn't help but be heartbroken over it.

So what's the point?

Sunghoon felt a tad bit uneasy on this particular day when you weren't making an appearance on what was supposed to be your usual day to visit and buy one pack of honey for yourself.

And it has been nearly two weeks.

So here he was standing in front of your house with a paper bag consisting of honey packs in his tight grasp, contemplating on whether to knock or not.

Like was he even doing the right thing?

Knock! Knock!

"Oh! Sunghoon. Why are you here?"

"The shop got a bunch of new packs of honey, and so I thought it would be nice to give you some in for free as a gratitude for being our loyal customer for months—" Sunghoon suppressed the need to roll his eyes over his dumb excuse but luckily you didn't seem to mind.

"There's no need to, actually!"

"No—no, it's my pleasure. Besides, I wouldn't mind since.." Sunghoon took a deep exhale, "I was also worried since today was supposed to be the day you buy honey so yea—"

"I'm flattered to hear that, I appreciate your concern however you don't have to worry though since I was just—"

"(Name)?"

Sunghoon was taken aback by the pair of arms wrapped itself around your waist much to your surprise, a slight pressure on your shoulder before you glance over noticing your boyfriend pouting.

"Huh? Who are you?" faint orange lips and puffy rosy cheeks, high bridge nose, black fluffy lush hair almost covering his eyes—those that held indifference in it.

Sunghoon couldn't help but feel intimidated by the shorter boy.

"Ah, this is my boyfriend Sunoo. Babe, this is Sunghoon."

"So.. what's your deal coming over here, to my girlfriend's house?" His voice was almost dripping as honey, deep and smooth but his aura was making Sunghoon fiddled his fingers. Like what the fuck?

"It's nothing, he was just worried besides we got a pack of—"

"Worried? What kind of relationship do you have to be concerned about her?"

"Why? Is there something wrong with that? I was just worried for (Name) so I don't think there's anything to be mad at." Sunghoon raise his eyebrow at the boy's attitude.

Blank, steady eyes boring a hole on Sunghoon's soul.

Rip!

Your shirt were forcefully pulled down a tad bit exposing your collarbone much to your surprise, "Sunoo!"

Fresh hickeys covering down your collarbone had Sunghoon's mouth dropping a tad bit. "O-oh."

Wet lips latching onto your skin had you almost letting out a soft moan before the taller boy in his shock state in front of you having your cheeks burning red.

"I assume you got your answer, now?" Sunoo raises his cold eyes towards Sunghoon.

You pulled your collar immediately, eyes darting in panic before ushering Sunoo inside and apologising at Sunghoon.

"Thanks for these, by the way!" you exclaimed before closing the door.

You threw daggers at Sunoo's way who only shrugged at you. "God, why the heck you have to do that?"

"Just showing him who you belongs to."

"Sunoo. He's only a friend."

"Doesn't excuse the fact he had to bring himself before your house." Sunoo rolled his eyes.

"You're so immature for fuck's sake."

You let out a surprise yelp when a pair of strong arms wrapped around you, turning you to the owner himself.

"Why not?" Sunoo smiles as he brushed his nose against yours and that small gesture of his immediately made you melt. "I only act like one whenever I'm with you, a privilege only you have."

"You good for nothing, why you have to be so cute like this?" You pouted, playfully punching his chest before he leans down to enclosed the distance between his lips to yours, the small smile never faltering as his wet tongue lapped softly on your lips.

You couldn't help the small grin and when you opened your eyes—he, too mirrored your expression but continued his sugary sessions; marking you as his in his very own unique, special way.

Scented honey mixed with orange bubbling up in the air as your lips became one with his, tangled tongues, and teeth sinking into each others pinky gums.

A wet pop bubbles up when his honey like lips untangled from yours leaving you wanting for more, amusement adorned his face when you let out an audible whine.

"Aww darling, why you gotta be so fucking needy?" Dainty fingers of his stroked along your jaw, he was sickeningly affectionate, so loving, so devoted and everything he do was for you. Perfect, these moments with him was downright perfection.

Just like honey.

"Can I get this one pack of honey?" A beaming smile on the boy's face as he placed the product on the counter.

Sunghoon's mouth dropped at the sight of Sunoo standing before him. What? What is he doing here?

"A-ah, sure.." scanning the honey pack he did as he takes a brief glance at Sunoo's cheerful demeanour, that vibrant smile never faltering.

Silence echoes like waves through the shop as Sunghoon puts the product inside a plastic, wrapping it before giving it to the black haired boy.

"Say, I somehow noticed that you've taken an interest on my girlfriend." Deafening silence eats them up for a brief moment before the older boy spoke up.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Don't lie, I know what that gaze means."

Sunghoon slams the plastic on the counter, eyes disinterested at the whole situation. "I don't. So just quit it. And so what? It doesn't make any difference, I don't see any use for you to say it."

"I hope you respect our relationship enough to stay just an inch away. That's not very kind of you to plan such a thing, right?" Sunoo looks down, eyelashes fluttering in attempts to hold himself together.

"Huh?"

“What I was saying was..” Sunoo clenches his fists as his head hangs down as if to avoid the older male’s intense gaze, "Please stop stalking her."

“The fuck you saying?—”

“I don't like the fact that you walked all the way to my girlfriend's house. You aren't even close with her so why bother? Unless you're planning something.."

Eyes shot wide open in such as if to devour Sunoo, "Are you trying to imply that I'm going to do anything to her? Fuck, we only met once and you're already accusing me. Just how low could you be, huh?" teeth seething with ferocious menace.

"N-no.. I'm sorry! I just really don't trust anyone nowadays—" Sunoo bit back his lips, eyebrows furrowed in an anxious manner. "I'm sorry if I had gone too far, it's not what I meant to say. I'm just really worried for her safety."

"Worried? Worried?" Sunghoon wanted to stop himself from talking but he was pissed enough that he wanted to spat it all out, "If you're really worried for her, then do you really think you're capable of protecting her? If I gotta be honest, I can protect her way more than you could."

"So you do like her." Sunoo slowly raises his head to gaze at his eyes. "I already expected that."

"Fuck, so what? You already knew then you must be really insecure to come all the way here then just to remind me."

Sunoo's eyes turns blank much to his suprise "Remind? Who says? I came here to warn you."

The black haired boy's sudden deep voice had Sunghoon stuttered. "H-huh?.."

"It's a warning. Keep your distance away from her. Don't speak to her or even look at her. You should know your boundaries.”

Sunghoon couldn't believe what he was seeing as the beaming smile on the black haired boy's face turns into a twisted sinister smile.

However, Sunghoon could only scoffed. "Don't you think a petite boy like you deserves to warn me like this? Like do you even know what you look like?" Sunghoon scoffed as he eyed the black haired boy all the way down.

"And I guess (Name) was right, you're really something.."

"This is not even close yet. Just stay away from her and we're good."

A fit of scoff and furrowed eyebrows contorted on Sunghoon’s face before his hands curled it’s fingers beneath the younger boy’s collar, pulling him forward to the counter.

"What if I don't? What you gonna do huh? As if you can do anything to me."

Sunoo's eyes widened in such a way as if to mock the older boy, "Why don't you try and see?"

Sunghoon gritted his teeth even further at the boy's bold challenge. What was he even thinking?

"—Maybe if you win, you'll be able to get her."

“Sunoo! Sunghoon!” Your abrupt appearance had Sunghoon in a fit of shock before his hands lets go off Sunoo’s collar.

“What are you guys doing?!”

"Nothing, (Name)! It's just a simple misunderstanding, right Sunghoon?" Sunoo's cheerful demeanor returns as he fixes his collar, faint orange lips tugging up in his usual beaming smile.

A fit of cackle emits from you, “Are you guys sure there isn't something?”

“H-huh? Uh, yeah.. it's nothing.” Sunghoon avoids your worried eyes, his mind still running over Sunoo's words.

And yet the view of you and your boyfriend storming off out of the shop had him fuming in anger. Sniffing a huge breathe in as he darted around the counter in hopes to cool himself down somehow was proven to fail when he couldn't help but slam his clenched fist on the counter.

"Fuck is this?!" A fit of choke bubbles up in the deafening silence. "What's his deal trying to insult me like that?!"

"Chill, Sunghoon."

"I guess he's trying to challenge you or something.."

"What he's going to gain from this then?"

"Fuck, just what does she see in that fucking fragile kid?" Sunghoon spats out as he ruffled his hair frantically. "You know what, fine. Get that fucker right here."

"W-wait! Am I hearing you right?"

"Bro, then how are we supposed to get him then?"

"I'll be back from work soon, just stay right there okay?"

"Okay.. come home soon, (Name)." you frowned at Sunoo's solemn voice on the other line.

You sighed. "Now what's with that voice, didn't we already talk about this?"

"Uhm.. don't mind it, I'll wait for you here."

"You sure?"

"I'm sure, I'll be a good boy and wait for you."

Your cheeks grew red at his words before muttering how he kept teasing you before hanging up, speeding up your work so you can go back home soon and indulged yourself in his honey like touches.

The layers of the orange painted skies poured through the neighbourhood as Sunoo hums along the way through the street back home. The sound of motorcycles, cars and all sorts of vehicles passing through and the low volume of music from afar; a small cafe and people spilling in and out.

"Yah, Sunoo."

"Hm? AAAH—"

A hard push led Sunoo over the street which instantly had him losing consciousness much to their amusement, calling him weak and fragile as they covered his head in a sandbag and threw him inside the car.

It all happens so fast that when his eyes shot open, a ceiling and an unfamiliar living room was what his eyes met accelerating his darting glances all round him.

"W-WHERE AM I?!" Sunoo screams, thrashing in the group's caged arms.

"God, he's so fucking noisy."

"Do we have a tape?"

Another unfamiliar face bend down to Sunoo's curled form, "Sunghoon's house."

There, they yanked him on the ground surrounding the poor boy and punched him and locked him under the basement.

"Sunghoon! We got him." The guy cackles as he chews his gum, turning around to Sunoo's helpless form.

"Hey, stand up. We don't want you to get so messed up before Sunghoon arrives, yeah?"

Darkness engulfed the entire sky, the neighbourhood grows in a sea of vibrant lights. A ticking clock echoes inside the empty living room. The main entrance clicks open and there Sunghoon came back home in his usual fit, his eyes darting towards the direction of the basement.

He was caught off guard when he stumbles upon a faint stain of blood against his painted white walls, letting out a sigh. "Told them not to beat him too hard."

Unbeknownst to him, a dark silhouette moves in a swift speed behind him which alerted Sunghoon, eyebrows furrowing at this uneasy vibe surrounding his place.

"If you guys are planning to prank me then quit it." His words were met with death silence. "Guess they're in the basement then, ugh."

An approaching feet halts behind him as soon as he turns around landing a swift blow towards his head, loud thud echoes up in the air as he fell on the floor. Blood trickling down his forehead as the result of the blow.

Blink, blink.

Sunghoon's line of vision blurs, blinking multiple times when he finally realise where he is right now.

A dim lit room with the hanging lamp on the ceiling, patterned wallpapers, wooden floor, a small table against the wall before him, there was no window but a door just to his right side. It was by now clear to him, that this was his basement.

Creak! Creak! An approaching faint footsteps from behind the door alerted Sunghoon from his dazed.

Deafening silence engulfed the entire space when the door pulls open revealing the fragile looking boy with a tray on his hand—Sunoo.

Sunghoon's eyes shot open, getting up on his feet so quick he didn't notice the rusty metal chain on his leg.

Loud thud! Helpless he fell on the wooden floor back much to Sunoo's amusement.

A low giggle with a mixture of sigh emits from younger boy. "Ugh, chill a bit, will you?.. it's not like I could kill you that fast, wouldn't that be no fun?"

"LET GO OF ME! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU THINKING, HUH??!"

Sunoo's eyebrows furrowed, deep frown splattered on his face as eyes rolling on the back of his hand, his finger sticking inside his ear.

"Oh god, so worked up for nothing."

"What— what do you want, huh?!" Sunghoon couldn't sit still as the demeanour of this younger boy before him was too intimidating. "Where are they? Where's my friends!"

"Here, have some from honey I bought from your shop."

"I won't drink this shit! Who knows what could've you put in there?!" The chair rattles so loud due to the desperate boy's attempt to escape.

"WHERE ARE MY FRIENDS?! WHAT DID YOU DO TO THEM?!"

"Who knows? Probably left you for good."

A rattling sound that serves as a pure scratch; irritation, to the black haired boy's ear and yet, he took a deep sniff and poured it all out through a dejected sigh, the only sound heard in the dimly lit room.

"What?.. You're lying!!"

"Am I? Poor you, you don't realise that you're actually the scapegoat right here!"

"Fucking liar!"

"I see you're still in denial.. but it's okay, it's understandable because who could've guess that your friends aren't really your friends pfft."

Sunghoon suppressed his sobs. It can't be?!

"Now why don't you have a drink?"

"PUT THAT SHIT AWAY FROM ME! YOU MONSTER!"

"Eh? I's not like I can find something to put it in here? Aren't you dumb for such a brawn? Pfft. Suits you. Might as well die thirsty." With that, the boy walks off leaving Sunghoon all alone in the dim room. All alone by himself.

Tick, tock.

Tick, tock.

How many days has it been? One day? Two or three days? A week? Or maybe a month?

Time seems to stretched even further in this basement however it only has been a few hours since he had been locked inside this room—an excruciating few hours had passed since then and Sunghoon was dead thirsty; his throat dry and his line of vision blurring due to his dehydration.

Sunoo was really adamant in torturing him as the pack of honey on the table serving as a form of temptation before him as dozens of questions ran through his mind—what ifs—eyes blinking in an unstable pace as he can't decide what to do.

Sunghoon knew he could collapse anytime now and sooner and later—he will be at mercy in front of the younger boy—though he refuses to give in.

Whish! Sunghoon hesitates to put the straw in between his dry, chapped lips—going back and forth— fear engulfing his entire brain and body.

W-what if he put something in this?! A fit of scream echoes inside him, teeth gritting as he pushes the pack of honey away on the wooden floor.

But it didn't last long, unfortunately—as After taking a brief sip from the pack, Sunghoon finds himself falling into an empty void—excruciating pain hollowed all over him and he doesn't know where as he squirmed frantically on the wooden floor.

Burn. Everything was burning. Excruciating and slow pain.

The door pushes open revealing the giddy boy on his little hops and giggles before he was taken aback by the sight before him, suddenly bursting into a fit of laughter "My god! What a sight! Turns out you're really dumb."

Sunghoon's eyes rolled in utter red, tears messing up his once bedazzling face, mouth choking relentlessly.

"W-WHAT DID YOU G-GAVE ME?!" ear wrenching screech echoes as his nail dug on the dark, old wooden floor.

Sunoo bends over with his hands on his knees as to balance himself, maniacal eyes hovering on the poor boy as if he was a fresh raw meal. "Now.." an amused grin slowly forming on his pouting lips, "Does it hurt?"

"Where does it hurt? Does it feel like someone's tearing your throat apart? How does it feel? How do you feel? Does it feel wet? Is it red? Fuck, does it pains you so much to the point you want to die?"

Sunghoon's eyes rolled over to the back of his head, shoulder vigorously rattling and hands clasping his neck.

Burn. The pain grew to be even more excruciating as if someone was ripping the insides of his throat apart. Sunghoon looks down in pure agony only to see a pool of blood staining his.

The sight sent him into hysterical mode with a fit of gut wrenching scream emitting in the air.

"H-HELP!" Taking a huge gasp each time as he felt his throat exploded in dripping blood, a mess staining the wooden floor. Screaming vigorously and thrashing, holding his neck as he squirmed on the wooden floor like a maniac. Eyes rolling back and mouth bubbling foams. His neck growing thinner and thinner till his thyroid's structure pops out, blood dripping down to his shoulder and everything in an absolute mess of horror

Screech! Screech!

"Yah. Want a selfie?" His red blood shot eyes met the sight of Sunoo's mouth pouting downwards and chin resting on his left palm, and a phone within his right hands grasp—his eyes screaming downright mockery at the misery of the boy writhing on the ground. "you know, I was only fooling you back in the bakery and you were foolish enough to bite the trap pffft!"

"Oooh poor you, does it hurt that bad?" Sunoo cooed before his voice turns low and deep. "—Then you shouldn't have be the dumb bitch you are, you moron."

"Yah." Burning pain echoes in Sunghoon's insides as he got kicked in the stomach by the younger boy. "Yah. Answer me. Wait, I forgot you couldn't talk!"

“Bitch, want some more?”

Eyes shot in downright horror when the pack of honey were dangling in Sunoo’s dainty grasp and his menacing smirk weren’t doing any good.

“H-help—” standing before Sunghoon, there his eyes curled in half moons as it over flowed tears down to his cheek, sniffles here and there as his nose went red, lip trembling. “Help me..”

"Wanna know why it hurts so bad?" He stood near Sunghoon's squirming form, "Because this honey has an acid inside it, bastard." Sunoo pours the rest of the liquid down to the boy's form as gut wrenching scream surrounded the entire place—a pure melody to the younger boy.

"IT HURTS— I-I IT— H-HURTS H-HURTS! HELP! F-FUCK!— AGHHH—!!" Sunghoon banged his head on the floor on repeat whilst his hand clasping all over his neck, ears, head, body—eyes rolling to the back of his head as he felt his body burning in downright ashes, skin melting to liquid—his face, arms and everything into nothing.

"M-MY SKINNN! AR—GHH—" mouth bubbling in a mess of saliva as his head fell on the wooden floor in a loud thud.

Sunoo covers his mouth in attempts to stop his giggles but he couldn't—outburst of insanity finally echoes through the walls, waves vibrating and the insides emptying for a brief minute.

"Sunghoon-ah, bastard. Such a dumb, dumb fool."

Death silence.

Low sigh emits from Sunoo as he gets back on his foot, fixing his posture—bright screen shining on his face as he tapped all over his phone's screen.

Sunoo cleared his throat, sharp eyes softening as soon as the call got answered instantly.

"112, what's your emergency—"

"P-please help me! I- I don't have much t-time anymore — PLEASE!!"

Sunghoon's eyes fluttered open at the screams; his vision were met with the sight of Sunoo bursting into tears with phone on his ears, then around the ceiling, till his eyes fell on his hands.

Flipping his hand front and back as he did so— expecting an open bloody bare skin however his skin was intact as if nothing had happened.

"You have to calm down, tell us your location." The other line echoes through the deafening silence.

"I- I don't have much time—" whispering so low yet Sunoo's eyes screams mockery, "They gonna—.. come get me."

"Calm down, take a deep breathe. Do you remember where's the last time you've been at, any single clue?"

Sunghoon's eyes shot wide open as the realisation dawned on him, the emergency call and everything. His eyes fall upon the growing sinister smile on Sunoo's face.

Faint orange lips dropping open, rosy cheeks bubbling up in amusement in a complete contrast from his fragile voice, "Park Sunghoon.."

"YAHHH!!!" Sunghoon yelled at the top of his lungs, hands trembling on the wooden floor, wanting to beat the shit out of the younger boy yet his body were drowning in excruciating pain and weakness.

The sight made Sunoo giggle lowly.

"Who's there?"

"It—it's him.. Puh-please h-hurry!" Faking a choke on his throat, "He's c-coming!.."

“Hang on there!”

As the call hang up, Sunoo's went back to his usual maniacal expression as he looked down back at Sunghoon in his dazed reaction.

“How was that?! Was my acting good?” brushing his finger and poking it against his rosy cheek, “Ugh, could’ve done better, don’t you think?… But who cares when I had you right here, bitch?

Sunoo bends on his knees. “We still had time before those bitches came, so how about we talk a bit more hm?” a tiny tsk emits from how his tongue collides beneath his teeth, cheek popping out in such a leisurely manner.

"You're f-fucking insane." a voice so tiny as Sunghoon trembles in both fear and rage before his eyes widened at what the boy was holding.

A glint flashes through Sunoo's face, "Wanna see how more insane I could be?"

"W-what—"

Wet liquid splattered on Sunghoon's face, leaving him on a deep trance over the play of horror before his blood shot eyes, downright speechless he was.

Swift! Swift! Swift!

"SEE? LOOK AT THIS! FUCKING LOOK AT ME!" Dripping mess one after another stained the entire room as Sunoo slits open his bare arms on repeat like a broken doll.

"F-fuck. Fuck. Fuck." Sunghoon trembles in utter fear with everything he had witnessed—the drugs soon pulling him into the labyrinth of darkness.

“Now let’s put this sweetheart in your fingers.” white handkerchief wrapped on the knife’s handle got laid on Sunghoon’s grasp.

“Hmm! Now where do I lay?” Sunoo won’t stop giggling. “Here? Or there? Nah, that’s too fucking dirty.”

He keeps pointing in all sorts of directions, thinking of a plausible way of being seen by the officers barging at any moment later.

A low, low sigh.

"You see, haven't you sticking your nose in our relationship.. you wouldn't have to end up in mess you.. created yourself." Sunoo's lips widened, letting out a fit of giggles. "But it's perfectly fine, atleast now you know when to judge someone. Fucking asshole."

That sight was the last thing Sunghoon ever saw before giving in to the drugs flowing through his veins, passing out on the floor in a low thud much to Sunoo's amusement.

A sigh of absolute relief emits up in the air.

"How long is it? Hm.. Two hours before I meet my pretty (Name)."

Blaring lights surrounding your line of vision.

Ambulance, police cars, reporters and passersby gathering, some of them spilling in and out of a particular house. Murmurs arises, gossips echoes everywhere around you as you tried to look for him.

"Where's Kim Sunoo?!"

You couldn't help yourself from tearing up from the horrible sight before your eyes. Cupping your mouth in attempts to suppressed and yet it was all deemed useless the longer your gaze sticks on the miserable fresh cuts on Sunoo's arms.

"Sunoo? Sunoo!" Rubbing his torso you did, trying to wake him up from his slumber.

"(Name)?. ."

"Sunoo! Are you— no.. Who did this to you? Fucking tell me!"

"Ahh.. (Name).. I miss you so much it hurts." Sunoo brushes his finger against your cheek and you indulged in his touch you loved so much. "I thought I could never m-meet you again."

"Fuck, you dare to die without me beside you? Don't you dare." You sniffed in your tears, mouth pouting downwards as you laid your head on his chest.

"Of course, why would I dare?"

Baffled Sunoo was, everything was baffling easy—too fucking easy. A few words of being pathetic here and there, a dose of tears, and the persona of a fragile boy in front of everyone was enough to fool the entire nation, doesn't it?

"Doesn't it?" Sunoo smiles before the blonde haired boy behind the screen.

A glare so deep in hatred, bangs covering his eyes as he tries to stop himself from tearing up with the thought of his future all thrown into the drain and the fact he had been manipulated by the boy over and over again.

That his friends were actually dead. Their corpses were laid on the carpeted floor in his home with their neck slit open, blood spilling from their open wounds and that he was the one who has been convicted of killing them under the influence of drugs.

"Fuck you. Fuck. Fuck. It's all your fucking fault." Sunghoon bares with his gritted teeth, fists clutching his dark blue pants.

"Think again, whose fault was it?" a satisfied sigh emits from the black haired boy behind the thick screen. His faint orange lips twisted in a maniacal manner.

Sunghoon couldn’t believe what he’s looking at right now, his pupils dilating into nothing and mouth falling apart as it dawned on him — he was messing with the wrong person. If only he didn't took the challenge—

"Your mother, your father, your piece of a shitty friends, your useless shop—which one could truly save you from the mess you put yourself in to?" Sunoo leans forward, eyes shot so wide and mouth dropped in a downright mockery. "Nothing."

Sunghoon slams his fists on the counter, baring his teeth.

"Sunghoon, Park Sunghoon-ssi. Fuck, that name is bound to be remembered as a druggie addict for—" Sunoo hums along, "The. Rest. Of. His. Life."

Those words echoes through Sunghoon's mind.

"Fuck you!" You screamed at him, "Turns out it was you, moron. How could you? How could you fool me like this and then do that to my boyfriend?! What have I done to you, huh?!"

"It wasn't me! I swear it wasn't me!—"

"And you're saying I'm blind? Park Sunghoon! You have no shame, do you? Stalking me, and doing all that disgusting things! You must be so fucking insane! Okay, I get it. But why the fuck you have to target Sunoo?!"

"That bitch is fucking messing with you! Us! He's not as innocent as you think he is!"

"Look at yourself in the mirror! You're the one fooling me!"

"I SWEAR! (NAME)! THAT GUY IS INSANE! HE HURTED HIMSELF AND HE— AND HE—"

Despite how Sunghoon tried to convince you of your boyfriend's true nature, you only sit still watching him being dragged away by the officers in his desperate attempts to thrashed around.

You let out an exasperated sigh as you cupped your face in the hands, comforting yourself that it's alright now. That there will no longer someone like Sunghoon to mess up your life and especially your relationship with Sunoo.

No one.

"I couldn't believe it was him all this time." You kept going on and on ranting about Sunghoon to your boyfriend, absolute disbelief written on your face along with disgust surfacing every now and then while watching the news about him in the TV.

"A murderer. A stalker. And a druggie?" You shake your head, "This kind of person?— fuck, faces can fool."

Sunoo lets out a satisfied sigh as he listens to all your rants, squints his eyes against the sun over pouring on the wooden floor, resembling the sweet taste of a honey and yet nothing is comparable to the home like warmth emitting from his darling’s lap.

He couldn’t help his faint orange lips pulling into the slightest grins, burying his head deeper into the your lap in which it elicits a chuckle of amusement from you.

Your audible rants were interrupted at his tiny gesture, giggle escaped your mouth. “So needy, hm?” your hand ruffles his feathery like hair.

Sunoo shifts his position to look at you in the eyes, “Always for you.”

Ah, those foxy eyes that held absolute love for you. Just how could you resist it?

Orange sunsets never faltering from the sky—over dripping like honey against the edge of the couch, your hand on top of it being engulfed by the sun's warmth.

His lips finds it way through yours again as he gets on top of you—pushing you forward to the couch, sucking and nibbling on your lower lip. His hands wrapping round your neck to pull you even closer to him, you could feel the skip of his heart beat growing louder against your chest.

Growing impatient, his fingers hastily pulled your collars down and you could feel his breathe against your neck as his lips trailed further down to your exposed collarbone.

Sunoo lets out an audible giggle that sent waves of vibration against your skin serving as a ticklish sensation, "Seeing you under me is so fucking hot."

Before he leans forward to kiss you again, the pack of honey on the table took his attention and it leads to an idea popping up in his mind. Taking the pack in his hand, he took a long sip from the straw before he leans in closer to you—pushing his tongue melted in honey inside yours, swirling and tangling in utter sweetness.

A contented sigh escapes from Sunoo's lips as he took a brief inhale through his mouth, indulging himself in you—his darling.

Beads of sweat trailing down his forehead and neck, that lovestruck, intense foxy eyes of his never leaving yours as he pounded deep inside you with every hard thrust.

You and him perfectly mixing together in these sea like honey—that he built upon a corpses of those he despised from the bottom of his heart.

Bam! Bam!

Every single, slow and deep thrust serving as a declaration of love from him to you. Of course, anything for you—even if it means to snuck in a bunch more of those sharp taste honey down to some pests’ throats.

🐾 © SWEETPIECEOFNIGHTMAREZ | 2/14/2023

🐾 AUTHOR'S NOTE: sorry Sunghoon 🤡 and here I am again bringing a whole ass fic for a request ✋🏻time to drink some holy water and ofc to y'all lovely folks who reach the end, thank you for taking your time to read my stories, have a nice day! :)

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｡ﾟ･ thinking of Geto dreaming about you...

I imagine Geto, this really nice, suave, charismatic workmate of yours. He follows the unwritten code of business attire, but his man bun and earrings are a nice touch that teeter on the edge. You’re in advertisement anyways, he says, it’s not that serious of a field. 

He’s an excellent worker too. He’s good at what he does, always leaving a good impression on his superiors and on the higher ups. A very good asset for the company. A keen mind ready to catch the wants of the people and a lopsided smile that never fails to pull in potential clients. 

Luckily for you, you tend to be in the same team for projects. Working with him is always an assured success; he’s just smart like that. And it’s always enjoyable too. He brings that light hearted banter that somehow always makes the load easier to bear, even if you’re working overtime, hunched over your cluttered desk, in the empty office. 

His eyes have always looked cunning. Thin, sharp, inscrutable. It’s never truly clear what goes through Suguru’s mind, but the balanced duality is attractive. Likeable and mysterious: never overly exposing himself, never too serious. 

It’s funny how one day all that flies out the window, and your jaw hits the floor, almost rattling from the suddenness. He just breathes it out, in between sips of his pipe-hot green tea. He graces you with his beautiful side profile as he admits to his impure thoughts, jokingly chastising himself for letting himself go and just blurting it out. He looks down at the fuming tumbler, he smirks at himself. 

“I dreamt about you.”

It may be easily misinterpreted. You do work together a lot. You are indeed work friends. You do meet outside work, the few times you find the time to do so. It doesn’t seem impossible to have slipped into his subconscious, popping up in some random late-night fiction of his mind. 

But, in one way or another, his tone leaves no room for doubt. Maybe what seals the deal is the silence that comes after his statement, heavy yet carefree. Or his little smile, one of the many telltale signs of his amusement. 

Oh, he means it like that. 

His eyes are trained anywhere except on you. He probably sees this as nothing major, an innocent admission of guilt; he does seem to be careless like that below the surface. Or maybe, just maybe, this is a confession and under his smug face, he’s shaking from the dread of rejection. But they’re all speculations, nothing you can know for sure. Unless you ask. 

And you do. His smile widens and his lip gets tugged on by his teeth. He’s in difficulty, but his pride doesn’t allow him to show you, it’s too precious to ignore and it’s all he has, now that he’s exposed before you. 

A confession or a love declaration? 

The question hangs in the silence, and even if he looks entertained by it, he’s trying to find a way out of this hole he dug himself in. 

Damn you and that bright brain of yours; this was probably light work for you, wasn’t it? You don’t know, but you saw right through him. His dark aura and foxy smiles didn’t help, not in the face of someone like you. 

It’s twisted, but he can’t bring himself to admit his shortcoming, it’s too hard for him. So he keeps leading you on, maybe replying back with a snarky question of his own, or even getting back at you for asking such a salacious question, as if his wasn’t worse. 

He fights even if he knows he’s going to lose, but for a reason he himself tries to understand, he doesn’t exactly mind. Deep down, he hopes that your doubt becomes conviction and that you’ll understand, all on your own.

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