hirasunny

[hirasunny]

hi everyone !! <3 i was wondering if anyone knows kpop demon hunters here? 👀

should i try making fics for the saja boys too? ;)

[hirasunny]

Unforgotten Vow

pairing — k-drama! yeon sieun x fem! reader

synopsis — you and sieun made one simple promise when you were kids, and you continue to do so as you got older.

warnings/reader notes — mentions bullying, you and sieun r crybabies (in a good way), sunshine reader and sieun absolutely adores it, he thinks you're a goddess, references to season 1 plot

genre — childhood friends to lovers, mutual pining, slight angst

word count — 2.5k+ words

note: hi! it's me again <3 i want to thank you for enjoying my fics! i read all of your comments and appreciate it a lot :( it really motivates me to write even though i'm not the best at it. much love u guys ^^ as a thanks, here’s a story dedicated to this precious boy 💛 p.s: should i make a part 2? TT

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Sieun was 7 years old when he met you.

He was celebrating his birthday at the park before he accidentally tripped and scraped his knee.

His mom and dad sat by the picnic table a few feet away from him, yet he moved unnoticed to a nearby bench. He sat down in pain as he tried to stop himself from crying.

But it was unsuccessful, his tears fell on his lap continuously. He had a feeling that his father was going to scold him again.

“Are you okay?”

Your voice was small and chirpy when you went up to him in question, tilting your head while he wiped his face and nodded—he was not one for talking.

However, you spoke again, “Do you need a band aid? I can give you one.” You asked shyly.

Sieun looked at you closely, your clothes dirty from possibly playing a lot, your hair was in decent braids but some strands already sticking out, and your legs were visibly decorated with dirt.

He moved to your face, chubby cheeks and (e/c) eyes that held curiosity in them. The boy didn’t mutter anything but still took the band aid in your offering hand, ripping it open.

You smiled and sat down beside him as you continued to talk with newly found confidence. Sieun didn’t even know what you were saying—was it about the kids at the playground? He wasn’t sure. You were talking too fast and too much.

Nonetheless, he listened.

It felt like an eternity when his mother finally called out for him; she seemed surprise as soon as her eyes landed on them.

“My mom is here.” Sieun stated, having a glance at his parental figure. That was the first time he opened his mouth, you thought. You pouted at him.

“Already? But I was going to invite you to the slide.” You responded, upset. He didn’t talk—but you liked his company. He was the only one who didn’t cut you off from speaking!

Sieun gazed back at you weirdly. Why weren’t you telling him mean things like the other kids do? And you even want to play with him. It puzzled the poor boy.

Then, he noticed your lips change from a frown to a big grin instead. “But you’ll be back right? We can play next time!” You say in excitement, nodding to yourself.

“What’s your name? I’m (Name)!”

He took a long time to process it before he answered, “Sieun.” Honestly, he had no idea why he replied, but maybe it was the way you were determined to make him your friend.

It made him feel normal in some way.

“Sieun..” You repeated slowly, just to get used to the sound of it rolling off your tongue.

A shout of your name stopped him from speaking up, you took a glimpse in that direction with a pout, “It’s my mom! I gotta go.” You huffed, looking at the boy beside you.

“Come back, okay? I’ll be here tomorrow!” You added, giving a wave as you ran to your mother. He stood up, observing you.

He disliked going outside. But if it meant that you were there, it might be bearable.

—

“Sieun! What happened?” You breathed out after running. The boy was sitting alone at the swing as he stared into abyss.

To everyone else, he looked completely fine.

But you knew him—if you stare in his eyes long enough, you would see how much emotion he actually keeps by himself. And right now, you had no doubt that he was going through something heavy.

“Your mom’s really worried, she called and said you weren’t at home.” You inform softly, settling at the swing next to his. The night was quiet, you heard nothing but the sounds of trees brushing against one another and the creaking of your swings.

You got comfortable as you admired the starry sky.

“My parents..” Sieun started, following your gaze. You hummed, an indication that you were listening.

“They’re getting a divorce.”

You raise your eyebrows in shock, looking back at him. “What..?”

He avoided your look, the ground being more interesting than the look on your face. He felt disappointed that you had to see him like this. Again.

Yet you never cared.

The word was quite new to you, it was only recently when you discovered its meaning—though you knew it was more than just a word that hurt Sieun. It meant something to him.

So you placed a hand on his shoulder and peeking your head closer to his, “Hey, it’s gonna be fine. You have me.”

Sieun finally looked at you, his eyes speaking to you more than words could express.

Thank you, they say.

You laughed lightly, ruffling his hair. He hated when people touch his hair, but you? He never minded.

“But if you have to move someplace else..” You rest your hand back on your lap. “Promise me you’ll come back?”

Oh, why were you looking at him like that?

Like you never want him to go?

Sieun’s shoulders eased and his tense look melted as he studied you. Then, he slowly raised his pinky finger. “I promise.” He told you truthfully. You smiled at him, finding the sincerity in his words.

You hooked your pinky with his, “Okay.” You whispered as to not ruin the peaceful moment.

Sieun was 10 years old when he promised you that he’d come back if he ever left someday.

—

Fate jinxed the both of you.

It must’ve laughed for the reason that it was you who had to move away instead of him.

Here you were, crying uncontrollably in front of your best friend at the airport.

“This is so unfair!” You sobbed, violently wiping your tears as Sieun gave you a tissue. He hasn’t said a single word since the ride to the airport. He seemed out of it, you noticed.

On the other hand, this was his first time to skip a few classes. You were surprised when he showed up at your house unannounced. You kept asking him several times if it was okay for him to do such a thing the whole car ride, he would simply nod as he stared at you after, you ignored it out of nervousness.

You never knew that he was memorizing you, because it could be the last time he’d ever see you again.

The star hair clip he gifted you on your birthday was neatly on your hair, the way you bounce your knee rapidly each time you get anxious, your backpack had all sorts of keychains that you buy from school trips with him, and the looks you give him—every smile, every funny face, every pout and cry. He'd remember it all.

Sieun took a mental note of all the little things, like he was studying: because if this test is about you, surely, he'd ace it.

Though, he wasn't the only one who notices, you also recognized a few things. Like his tight grip on the strap of his bag was evident, the slight twitching of his fingers—a habit he does when he’s overthinking, and his brown orbs that look at you to tell you everything you need to know.

He's...wait.

Is he tearing up?

You widen your eyes as he shuffled awkwardly and looked down, trying to maintain his posture.

"You're.." You were hesitant, but you took a step forward, bringing him to your embrace. You heard sniffles on your shoulder as he laid his forehead there while his arms remained by his side. He didn't know where to place them.

"Don't cry, you big baby." You murmur, your tears slipping out for God knows how many times today. "I'm gonna come back, you know that." You assured him. His hands finally moved to your back, gripping your shirt as he nodded.

You two stayed that way for a few minutes before his gaze lingered at you, "Promise me you will." Sieun lowly spoke with trembling lips. You exhaled from your nose, bringing his hand close to your chest as you do the same, then interlocked both of your pinkies.

"I promise you, more than anything."

Sieun was 13 when you left South Korea.

—

Three years had passed by as Sieun faced everything alone.

The problems, the bullying, the guilt—

Suho.

Every step he took felt like he was getting pulled down further and further away from the light he once saw.

From Suho, and most especially from you.

What would you think of him if you knew what was happening in his life right now?

He got his answer when he saw you.

You.

Your figure stood patiently outside his apartment door, a plastic bag containing all the snacks you used to share together was held loosely in one hand and your phone on the other.

Your appearance had completely changed. Your hair grew a bit longer, and the baby fat on your cheeks now reduced. You looked different, but deep down, Sieun hoped you were the still the happy-go-lucky girl he knew.

As you raised your phone to your ear, you check your left. You paused as the phone of the boy you were waiting for rang loudly in the pocket of his jacket.

The two of you stared at one another as the ringing continued, you, however, smiled knowingly at him.

"I kept my promise."

Sieun couldn't believe he could run that fast when he brought you into his arms.

Slowly, the chaos in his mind went silent.

Finally, for once. He was at peace.

Momentarily, he realized he was crying because you had to wipe the tears away, "I know," You still told him in a caring tone. "I'm here."

No other words were needed as you both remained in each other's arms for a while that day.

A few days had gone by rather quickly, and you started to see more of Sieun. He had grown taller since the last time you saw him, his voice was deeper from the timid, high-pitched one you always heard, and his eyes that used to shine at you were now dull as an unsharpened knife.

Regardless, something else had brought your attention—his walls that broke down when you met him was building itself up again. He became distant. The Sieun you cherished was back in his little shell, the one who refused help and locked himself away from people. You knew you had to pull him out.

So you were present, just like before. In every visit at Suho's hospital, you sat beside him when he typed out his messages; in every school he got rejected to, you had a list of backup schools he can apply for; in every night he had nightmares, you were only a call away; in every session at therapy, you were there outside, waiting.

Despite all the hardships and troubles he was facing, you smiled warmly at him.

He never understood any of it. It resembled the times when you were kids. Where you stayed with him more than anyone else.

How can you, someone so beautiful, still smile adoringly at something so broken, with its pieces gradually falling apart?

One time at the bus stop, it was extremely cold when the rain poured heavily around you.

Even as you laughed at a sarcastic comment he made about freezing to death, you still took his cold hands to yours, blowing on it. "What are you doing?" He questioned, startled as he tried to withdraw his hands.

"Keeping you warm, dummy."

You were glowing, and you gaze at him with the same loving grin. His heart fluttered, feeling his frigid fingers soften and warm up because of you.

He pretended not to know if the cause of his face and ears going red was also you.

You never complained and never rushed. You were there, patient and supportive.

Soon, he thought of himself from a few years ago. Whatever 13-year-old Sieun had realized when you went abroad, he was right.

Because he loved you. For the longest time.

And he was not going to let you go.

Just before the day he would move to the new apartment in Yeongdeungpo, where he was accepted in a school named Eunjang High, he knocked on your door, with your favorite food and drink.

"Wow! Is this your goodbye gift?" You teased him, taking the bag from his hand as you let him inside.

He wordlessly sat down when you invited him to the couch, you tilt your head. When Sieun was quiet, he had something in his mind. There was a sparkle of certainty in his puppy-look eyes as he stared at you.

"You okay, pretty boy?" The nickname was familiar, you always called him that ever since your playground hangouts. He often tells you to stop that—but you couldn't, not when you notice his ears getting red and his lips that tries to refrain himself from smiling.

“…” Crap. What was he going to say again? He made efforts to practice in front of the mirror only for him to fail at the moment he needed his words.

To you, it looked like he was struggling. It worried you.

You took the guts to place a hand on his cheek, fixating his focus on you. "Sieun, what's going on—"

"I love you."

You let out a surprised sound, your eyes wide at the sudden words.

You felt a sense of rushing emotions inside you. Was it excitement, shock, or bashfulness?

Whatever it was, you were just sure it was making your face hot.

Okay. That was straightforward.

But it was Yeon Sieun, the boy who always had a sure answer.

You pinch his cheek lightly, he squinted his eyes at you as if it could help his ruddy ears from turning back to its original color. "Hey, are you crazy?! Why are you saying such things?" You asked just so you can lighten up the conversation.

"Because I do. I love you." He calmly told you again, the three magic words made you cover your face. "Okay, okay! I get it." You were embarrassed, could he not act so nonchalant?! You were freaking out here!

"Is it.. bad?" Sieun mumbled, watching as you grumble something in your hands, somewhere along the lines of: "Curse those cold-blooded veins in your body!"

You looked at him, red faced with a pout. "No, of course not! It's just that..."

You trailed off, finding the strength to face him again and held his cold hands in your warm ones. You took a moment, "I.. I love you, too. Since forever." You breathed out, smiling shakily at him.

Were you a Goddess? Sieun thought. How could you look so beautiful?

He leaned to you, initiating first. "Can I kiss you?" He asks in a deep voice, pulling your hands.

You gulped nervously, nodding as no words could come out of your mouth.

He moved, closer and closer, until your noses touched and the two of you closed your eyes. The world around you stopped moving when his lips gently settled on yours.

Sieun was 16 when he kissed his first love.

[hirasunny]

hear me out on basketball captain hyuntak x volleyball captain reader…

I LOVEEE THIS! 🫶🏼

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but i’ll be sure to keep it in my notes!!

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[hirasunny]

THANK YOU THANK YOU!! <3 much love omg i appreciate it so much

Drive me home

pairing — k-drama! ahn suho x gn! reader

synopsis — you inform him everyday of the school’s meal plan and he takes you home as his form of payment. it becomes a routine and now.. well now everyone thinks you’re dating.

warnings — none. includes suho’s first scene and him being an oblivious fool

genre — fluff, confused feelings, love confession w a kiss

word count — 2.7k+ words

note: hi everyone! it’s my first time posting :) i read a lot of whc fics on tumblr but always see less stories of suho, so i decided to make one for the people that look for him. i’m not much of a writer so i apologize for any mistakes. enjoy loves! 💛

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“Hey, (Name). What’s for lunch?”

A voice called out from behind you, not paying any mind that you were obviously busy with writing notes. You decided to ignore it the first time since you were so engrossed in your work, but boy was he pushy.

Due to your lack in response, he bumped the toe of his shoe at the back of your chair—it wasn’t hard but it was enough for you to pause and look at him with furrowed brows. “What, Suho?” You grumbled, locking your eyes on his face.

“What’s for lunch?” Suho repeated as he slowly fixed his posture after laying down on his desk for so long, grunting when he stretched his arms out. “Ah, I’m hungry.” He said with a yawn.

You thought for a moment, trying to remember today’s meal while he silently waited for your answer, looking at you like he was memorizing the look on your face.

“Um, I think it’s seaweed rice balls and tofu stew.” You answered back, you can almost feel yourself salivating at the thought of food but you saw how Suho lit up at the mention of it, nodding as he did so.

“Nice. Sit with me at lunch?” He asked, leaning his head on his palm with a hopeful expression, smiling when you hummed in agreement before he looked elsewhere.

You continued to stare at him though. Creases formed on his uniform, his red shirt underneath giving you an eyesore if you stared at it for too long and his messy bangs that you constantly want to fix.

And his face—you noticed a few cuts and past bruises from all the fights he had, cheeks puffed up, jaw defined like the Gods took their time sculpting it to perfection, and his soft lips that looked like it needed a kiss—

Wait. What?

You felt the blood rushing in your face, coughing as you tried to focus on your notes rather than the boy behind you. What were you even thinking?

Honestly, you don’t even know how you ended up in this predicament.

You just knew it all started when that stupid baseball team barged in your classroom.

—

“Which one of you is Ahn Suho?” The seemingly captain of the baseball team's voice echoed, and by the looks of it.. He was pissed, like really pissed.

Everyone looked at the back of the room as fingers were pointed towards the sleeping male. Almost all of them expected you to do something because you were the closest to him.

You shifted awkwardly in your seat, deciding to poke his arm, “Suho..” You whispered, but he didn’t budge, still snoring like there weren’t six people waiting to beat him up.

You tried a few more times, calling his name louder and shaking his arm. When Suho finally came to his senses, he removed his hands from his pink pillow and wiped his eyes, “What’s up? Is it lunchtime already?” He mumbled, then the guy in front cut him off.

They went back and forth about a girl named Na-eun and Suho blandly responded that he wasn’t interested in her. Then, he soon faced you again, “Hey, what’s for lunch today?” He asked.

You gaped at him, flabbergasted with a look that says: ‘You’re about to get your ass beaten and you’re still asking what’s for lunch?’ Nonetheless, you responded despite the angry baseball team near you. “Oh.. Jaeyuk..”

Suho smiled a little, “That sounds good. Protein is good.” You could only nod at him, glancing at his enemies that walked closer to the both of you.

“Thanks, I owe you.” He said just as you move away from the bat swung at him.

That was the weirdest interaction of the day.

That same day after classes ended, Suho stood outside the school, leaned up against his motorcycle. He didn’t have a reason to stay there actually. But he wanted to because he was waiting for you.

“Hey! (Name), right?” Suho waved when you were coming down the ramp, your bag hanging on your shoulder. You halted your pace and looked around as if to make sure it was you he was talking to.

There was little to no students around and you still pointed to yourself, unsure. “Uh.. Are you talking to me?”

Suho let out a smile and you watched as he opened the buckles of his helmet, “Yeah, you’re the only (Name) I know.” He replied like it was the most obvious answer.

You blinked, and made your way to him. “Why? Is there something wrong?” You asked, tilting your head when he shook his head no.

“I owe you, remember? I’ll take you home, think of it as my payment.” Suho smiled at you again, leaving you no room to refuse and took your bag, bringing it inside his motor top box instead.

“What? It’s fine, I was only telling you our lunch—hey!” He stopped you from talking further by putting his helmet on your head, carefully brushing out your hair so it wouldn’t get in your face.

You blushed in surprise at your close proximity. Seeing how concentrated he was in fixing your hair, you couldn’t say anything else.

“Alright, all done.” He says, putting the shield down before he sat on his motorcycle, turning it on. “Come on, which way do we go?” He looked up at you expectantly, acting as if he didn’t just do such romantic gestures.

You stuttered for a few seconds then sighed in defeat, “Unbelievable.” You say and moved to sit behind him, using his shoulders as support.

—

A month already passed by, yet he never stopped bringing you home. It was starting to become a routine for the both of you and it didn’t even occur to you that you've become close.

That was until your friend called you over at lunchtime when you were about to go to Suho’s table, where Sieun and Beomseok also sat.

“(Nameeee), you’ve been neglecting us.” She pouted, pointing her chopsticks to the trio. “You’re always with them!”

You snickered, “No I’m not, we just hang out a lot.”

She rose an eyebrow, “What about Suho then? You two are inseparable," She teased, “I've heard everyone say you guys are dating.”

You widen your eyes, quickly denying the accusation, “What? We’re not, he just..“ You pursed your lips. “Hold on a sec. What do you mean everyone?”

“You don’t know?” She exclaimed in surprise, then laughed. “People have been saying you’ve been together for a while. And how he drives you home everyday from school. It’s kinda obvious.” She told you, but you processed the information like an old computer — slow and buffering.

“..but we’re just friends. Suho doesn’t like me.” You finally muttered out, a recognizable blush creeping up on your cheeks.

“Well.. I think you certainly do.” Your friend winked at you, ushering you to go back to them.

Unfortunately for you, you didn’t deny it.

And you kind of hate that you couldn’t.

You stopped functioning properly minutes later.

You sat down without a word beside Suho, who was busy feeding himself, then glanced at you when he spotted your stillness. “Why? Someone say something to you?” He says incoherently with food in his mouth.

“Could you swallow your food before you talk?” Sieun questioned lowly, disgusted by Suho’s actions while Beomseok laughed at the two.

You chuckled as a way to keep yourself from freaking out, “Eat, Suho. You might choke.”

He didn’t listen though, “Tell me if someone’s bothering you, okay? I got your back.” He spoke lightly, giving a thumbs up before turning to his tray again.

You slowly lift your lips into a soft smile.

“Suho, why do you still take me home?” You asked while he was placing the helmet on your head. He always insists to do it himself—says it’s to make sure it’s secured. (It always is, he just wants to tend for you) However, you can feel his breath near your lips every time and he acts like it never happened.

It drives you nuts.

Suho answered, “You always tell me what lunch is.”

You rolled your eyes, “Is it really just that?” You mumbled quietly in disappointment, slightly hoping you had heard something more than that.

“What was that?” He squint his eyes at you in question, focusing on how your lips turned to a small pout, your eyes slightly glossy from the wind, and your cheeks squished from the helmet. “Forget it.” You voiced, crossing your arms as you looked away, unaware of the attention you were getting.

God, you were so pretty, Suho thought. He wondered if you knew.

Suho stared at you longer, wishing he could say something. He really wanted to. Instead, he cleared his throat, nodding to himself. ‘Maybe next time.’ He told himself.

You avoided interacting as much with Suho the next day. And the day after that, and then another...

But you honestly don’t know if he got the memo.

He still taps your shoulder when he asks for lunch, still messages you with his dumb stickers that often makes you laugh, still runs with you at the field even though he was always the first to finish, still talks to you as if you aren't ignoring him completely.

The worst part? He still waits for you outside school, with the same old lip smile and that damn red helmet he puts on you, always as gentle and careful just so you can be comfortable.

It's making you crazy, you wanted Suho to stop so you can put an end to your blooming feelings. But you don't know how despite the several "what are we's" you ask yourself.

Because at the same time, you loved it.

You loved how he memorized your favorite duet so he can sing it at the karaoke place with you, how he knew not to bother you when you're studying because you easily forget important terms and definitions, how he picked you up from your house in the middle of the night just because you messaged a simple "im hungry :(" and brought you to a night market to eat. So you let him became a part of your routine, without even noticing that he openly let you be a part of his.

Suho never once pushed you away—he pretends not to look for you but smiles and waves when he sees you first in the crowd and he glares at someone when they talk behind your back, taunting them with a look that strongly speaks volume.

He was there, protecting you silently and steadfastly.

On a random Tuesday when classes ended, you cursed at yourself for forgetting your math notebook in your locker. You had a test coming up and you desperately needed it back.

Hence, here you were in front of your homeroom.

Just as you were about to slide the door open. You overhear someone and stopped yourself from moving further when you realize the familiarity of Beomseok's voice.

"Hey, Suho. What do you think of (Name)? You're really close with them." There was a tone in his voice that tells you he was curious. But you were surprised that Suho was still there. You assumed he left already because he told the group he was going to work earlier.

Now you were invested.

"(Name)? Ah, they're a pretty good friend." Suho shared, ending the conversation rather quickly like it was nothing.

Their voices were muffled after that. Friend? Is that what he just thinks of you? Nothing more?

Just a pretty good friend?

Lost in thought, you forgot you were in front of the door and had no time to react when it opened wide.

There he was, in all his glory. The boy who occupied all the thoughts in your mind.

Ahn Suho.

His body jumped a bit when he saw you. Scanning you before he widened his eyes, "(Name)."

He was about to open his mouth once more before you walked back to where you came from, unable to face him anymore.

Or anyone at the matter.

He yelled out your name as you walked faster. You just wanted to get home as fast as possible. And probably cry your eyes out while you're at it too.

You weren't aware that you even made it out of the school, seeing a glimpse of a familiar motorcycle near the school entrance before you were pulled beside it by a hand firmly on your forearm.

"(Name)!" Suho's voice made you snap out of it, a bit breathless from running after you.

"What, Suho? What is it?" You demanded angrily, forcing your arm away from him and tried to look less vulnerable in the sight of him.

But he saw through you too easily, seeing the way you shut your walls around him.

"I was waiting for you."

You looked up to him sharply, feeling your throat closing in on you. "You have to be joking right?" You asked in disbelief, "You have no right to say that. We're just friends after all." You added, your hands were trembling out of frustration.

Suho furrowed his eyebrows, "(Name), what do you mean?"

"Oh my God. Suho, are you really that dense?" You tried again, wishing he would finally understand why you were acting like this.

He looked at you like he was trying hard to grasp the situation. But you continued.

"I like you! And I can't keep acting like what you're doing means nothing to me—because it does. Everything you do matters to me!" You ranted, taking deep breaths to calm yourself down.

Suho didn't reply, he just slowly walked closer to you, and you let him.

His hands, that stayed mostly in his pockets, placed themselves on your cheeks, he felt warm as you were right now after confessing to him. You waited for him to say something, anything, so you wouldn't hear your heart beating so loudly.

"You're not a friend." He calmly stated, his voice wavering slightly as if he was finding words to glue together.

You gave him a look, "Then what am I to you?" You whisper, attempting to shy away from his deep gaze.

Suho tilted his head closer to yours, feeling each other's warm breath before he leaned in, placing his lips on yours.

It felt like you melted, your hands clutched his jacket for dear life as one of his hands smoothly settled behind the back of your neck, the other on your hip, deepening the kiss.

Maybe that was your answer.

That he has always thought of you more than just a friend, he simply didn’t know how to say it. He just waited for the right time.

When you both pulled away, he leaned his forehead against yours, "You're gonna be mine." He says confidently, moving his head back when you laughed.

He knew that sound was going to be his favorite.

You nodded with a smile, "Good. Because I like that better."

“Let me drive you home?” Suho asked, but he didn’t have to ask, you knew he was already getting his helmet from his motor top box.

“You ask that to anyone else?” You teased, but you let out a small sound when he quickly pressed his lips on you again and plopped the helmet on you.

“Just you.”

—

“Woah, the tofu’s so soft. (Name), try this.” Suho commented beside you, bringing up a spoonful to your lips—you rolled your eyes at his antics, but opened your mouth anyway, tasting the perfect blend of saltiness and bean-like flavor of the silky tofu.

You hummed, “It is. I like it.”

Suho looked like a puppy, beaming in pride and ate more, not forgetting to put some on your plate. However, you see the students around you take a glance at your table that made you sigh and shake your head.

Sure, people looked at you and Suho still, whispering amongst themselves but you couldn’t care less. Since now you can’t even deny the dating rumors when you have your hand intertwined with his.

And it was more than okay for the both of you.

[hirasunny]

Steal the ball, not my heart!

pairing — k-drama! go hyuntak (gotak) x short! gn! reader

synopsis — you usually just watch them play, but suddenly you’re a part of their two-versus-two basketball game with your crush, go hyuntak playing against you.

warnings — minimal swearing

genre — fluff, shy bbs, the eunjang squad (except for gotak ofc) knows what’s up ;)

word count — 1.4k+ words

note: i was once in this situation with a guy i used to like a few months back, it felt like a y/n n kdrama moment fr :00 and i am super fortunate that hyuntak also loves basketball JQNSKANBJE. so i decided, why not make it to a fic with one of my favorite characters?! not proofread TT but here it is, enjoyy, loves! 💛

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You were never really the athletic type.

Yeah, you could run a few miles, throw a punch when you want to fight back, hell, you can even do a cartwheel if you genuinely tried.

But you much preferred watching at the sidelines—cheering and celebrating instead of being in the court.

And that is what you’re doing right now, acting like a cheerleader for your friends as they play basketball at the school court.

You giggled at Sieun, who was fighting for his life trying to shoot the ball just for it to bounce off the rim of the hoop. He looked utterly lost when the three other boys shared a laugh with you, at the same time teasing him.

“Nobody blocked. You threw an air ball!” Baku exclaimed in between laughs.

“Sieun, it’s okay! I’m sure you can calculate the next one.” You encouraged him cheekily. Sieun gave you a look of disappointment before he walked over to you.

“I already told them I don’t play. They’re so annoying.” He mumbled and sat down near you, accepting the bottle of water you were offering him. “Don’t mind them, they just enjoy teasing you.” You responded while Baku went up to you both.

“Okay, okay! Substitute.” Baku quickly said, making a change player gesture that a referee would do. “(Name)! You’ll be my teammate.” He boasted, looking at you with a big grin.

He knew what you were going to say next.

“Oh hell no, Baku!” — called it.

Baku waved it off, grabbing your hand, “C’mon! You know how to play, just grab and shoot!” He whined when you attempted to get out of his grip.

News flash: it didn’t work. It felt like you were getting sucked into a black hole.

“Correction: I watch you that’s why I know how. I can’t even throw that high!” You reasoned while he still dragged you towards the court. But you were stubborn.

And you had two reasons.

First is that you’ve never played basketball in your entire life.

Second of all, you can possibly and most likely would embarrass yourself in front of your year-long crush: Go Hyuntak.

You fear you’d transfer to another school if he ever sees you trip over your own feet or throw the ball accidentally at your teammate’s head.

No, nevermind. You would probably move to the other side of the world. Yeah, that’s better. Were you overreacting? Yes, you were.

While you and Baku bickered back and forth, Gotak’s voice caught your attention, locking eyes with him.

“Just for one game?” Gotak asked softly, his eyes hopeful.

You stopped moving and contemplated, biting the inner part of your cheek.

Ugh, curse those damn eyes.

“Okay, fine. But don’t expect me to be good, alright?” You sighed as Baku yelled out a victory cry, screaming, “Good job, Gotak!”

You rolled your eyes at the loud basketball captain, unable to notice the beaming smile Gotak had on while he looked at you.

Soon, your silly basketball game started—it was you and Baku against Gotak and Juntae.

For the most part, it was just Gotak and Baku showing off their skills to one another while Juntae kept getting points, you on the other hand, just kept following the ball and passing it to your teammate (you seriously avoided to hold it longer).

Then, Baku called for you, giving you the chance to shoot when he bounced the ball towards you. You laughed, deciding to give it a try, dribbling the ball to make it count.

Just as you were about to raise your arms, a tall figure stood in front of you, blocking your way. “Oi, Gotak! Let them shoot!” Baku told him.

Gotak grinned at you and placed his hands on his knees, leaning closer to you, “What are you going to do about it?” He teased. He knew you were going to complain about his height. It was adorable watching you pout. “No fair, Gotak!”

Suddenly, an idea popped in your mind.

And you were willing to try it.

“Baku, catch!” You quickly say, throwing it back to the said player behind you and immediately turning around to face a surprised Gotak.

You smirked and placed your hands on his eyes, blocking his line of sight as he tried to look over you. You giggled as you did so, watching the ball smoothly fall into the ring.

“Woo! Well played, (Name)!” Baku celebrated then pointed at you, “Keep doing that. It’s working.” He winks at you while you snorted.

You realized that your hands were still on Gotak’s face when you felt the light touches of his fingertips on your hands.

You gasp quietly and retracted your hands almost a bit too fast, feeling the heat come up to your face when you looked at him, “That’s cheating.” He stated in an amused tone, standing up properly.

The first thing you did was stick your tongue out, “No, I’m not!” You defended, “It’s the only way we’re gonna win.”

Gotak couldn’t resist putting a hand on your head, ruffling your hair slightly, “I’m not going to lose to you.” He said with a lighthearted smile.

You two stared for a moment, but got cut off when Juntae commented, “Hey, my teammate is distracted!” The boy in glasses cackled when you and Gotak looked away with red cheeks.

So the game continued—with you and Baku gaining a 4-point lead because you were determined to preoccupy Gotak by continuously keeping his eyes covered.

He just let you, moving closer and closer to you so you can reach his face.

When you had the ball in your hands, ready to shoot, Gotak appeared in front of you again with a daring smile. Instead of backing down, you grinned at him and jumped lightly to throw it over his head.

You couldn’t even tell if the ball went in because you had thrown yourself off balance—you held Gotak’s shoulders tightly as his hands moved to your waist to keep you from falling.

If you knew you sucked even at jumping, then you could’ve started exercising a bit more, you thought deeply.

However you realize how close you and Gotak were, he asked if you were okay as you removed yourself from his arms. Bummer.

“Yeah, yep, no worries.” You responded calmly, but deep down, no, you weren’t calm.

You were actually squealing and kicking your feet.

The sound of your name made you look at Baku, who was running over to you to give you a high-five. “We won, (Name). We won!” The two of you jumped around like kids that won free candy.

“And because of that, Gotakie will buy us drinks!” Baku declared confidently.

Gotak smacked him at the back of his head. “You idiot, I didn’t say anything.” He intervened.

You watched them, happy and contented. You thought you’d never get to experience playing a sport. But with them? You know you had thought wrong. You enjoyed it.

Gotak noticed and nudged you, tilting his head. He looked handsome doing it, it was your favorite habit that he would do.

“What’s wrong?” Gotak asked, moving beside you. You shook your head and looked up at him.

“Nothing, just happy.” You smiled at him warmly, “Thank you for telling me to join you guys.”

He felt butterflies in his stomach, ears going red. He never saw you smile like that. It was something he immediately kept in mind—he wanted to see that more often.

In a flustered state, he meekly responded, “It’s nothing—anything for you.” He rambled out, scratching the back of his neck.

“Lovebirds, are we getting those drinks or nah?” Baku shouted, you two jumped and saw them already at the stairs. Sieun tried to hide a small smile while Juntae kept giggling at the both of you.

“Shut up, you monkey!” Gotak yelled back, clearing his throat as he gestured you to walk first, following you when you did.

When Baku saw you already close, he wrapped an arm around you, a serious look on his face. You were about to question it but he beat you to talking, whispering in your ear. “Juntae took pictures of you and your boyfriend. Don’t worry, I told him to send it to you right away.”

He grinned while you smacked him, “You little—he’s not my—“

“You’ll thank me one day~” Baku said in a singsong voice, letting you go before you smack him again.

You swore you almost did message Baku when Juntae sent you six pictures of you and Gotak that night.

You secretly put your favorite one on a private folder.

The next day, you choked on your drink the moment you saw that same picture on Gotak’s lock screen.

Oh dear.

[hirasunny]

Drive me home

pairing — k-drama! ahn suho x gn! reader

synopsis — you inform him everyday of the school’s meal plan and he takes you home as his form of payment. it becomes a routine and now.. well now everyone thinks you’re dating.

warnings — none. includes suho’s first scene and him being an oblivious fool

genre — fluff, confused feelings, love confession w a kiss

word count — 2.7k+ words

note: hi everyone! it’s my first time posting :) i read a lot of whc fics on tumblr but always see less stories of suho, so i decided to make one for the people that look for him. i’m not much of a writer so i apologize for any mistakes. enjoy loves! 💛

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“Hey, (Name). What’s for lunch?”

A voice called out from behind you, not paying any mind that you were obviously busy with writing notes. You decided to ignore it the first time since you were so engrossed in your work, but boy was he pushy.

Due to your lack in response, he bumped the toe of his shoe at the back of your chair—it wasn’t hard but it was enough for you to pause and look at him with furrowed brows. “What, Suho?” You grumbled, locking your eyes on his face.

“What’s for lunch?” Suho repeated as he slowly fixed his posture after laying down on his desk for so long, grunting when he stretched his arms out. “Ah, I’m hungry.” He said with a yawn.

You thought for a moment, trying to remember today’s meal while he silently waited for your answer, looking at you like he was memorizing the look on your face.

“Um, I think it’s seaweed rice balls and tofu stew.” You answered back, you can almost feel yourself salivating at the thought of food but you saw how Suho lit up at the mention of it, nodding as he did so.

“Nice. Sit with me at lunch?” He asked, leaning his head on his palm with a hopeful expression, smiling when you hummed in agreement before he looked elsewhere.

You continued to stare at him though. Creases formed on his uniform, his red shirt underneath giving you an eyesore if you stared at it for too long and his messy bangs that you constantly want to fix.

And his face—you noticed a few cuts and past bruises from all the fights he had, cheeks puffed up, jaw defined like the Gods took their time sculpting it to perfection, and his soft lips that looked like it needed a kiss—

Wait. What?

You felt the blood rushing in your face, coughing as you tried to focus on your notes rather than the boy behind you. What were you even thinking?

Honestly, you don’t even know how you ended up in this predicament.

You just knew it all started when that stupid baseball team barged in your classroom.

—

“Which one of you is Ahn Suho?” The seemingly captain of the baseball team's voice echoed, and by the looks of it.. He was pissed, like really pissed.

Everyone looked at the back of the room as fingers were pointed towards the sleeping male. Almost all of them expected you to do something because you were the closest to him.

You shifted awkwardly in your seat, deciding to poke his arm, “Suho..” You whispered, but he didn’t budge, still snoring like there weren’t six people waiting to beat him up.

You tried a few more times, calling his name louder and shaking his arm. When Suho finally came to his senses, he removed his hands from his pink pillow and wiped his eyes, “What’s up? Is it lunchtime already?” He mumbled, then the guy in front cut him off.

They went back and forth about a girl named Na-eun and Suho blandly responded that he wasn’t interested in her. Then, he soon faced you again, “Hey, what’s for lunch today?” He asked.

You gaped at him, flabbergasted with a look that says: ‘You’re about to get your ass beaten and you’re still asking what’s for lunch?’ Nonetheless, you responded despite the angry baseball team near you. “Oh.. Jaeyuk..”

Suho smiled a little, “That sounds good. Protein is good.” You could only nod at him, glancing at his enemies that walked closer to the both of you.

“Thanks, I owe you.” He said just as you move away from the bat swung at him.

That was the weirdest interaction of the day.

That same day after classes ended, Suho stood outside the school, leaned up against his motorcycle. He didn’t have a reason to stay there actually. But he wanted to because he was waiting for you.

“Hey! (Name), right?” Suho waved when you were coming down the ramp, your bag hanging on your shoulder. You halted your pace and looked around as if to make sure it was you he was talking to.

There was little to no students around and you still pointed to yourself, unsure. “Uh.. Are you talking to me?”

Suho let out a smile and you watched as he opened the buckles of his helmet, “Yeah, you’re the only (Name) I know.” He replied like it was the most obvious answer.

You blinked, and made your way to him. “Why? Is there something wrong?” You asked, tilting your head when he shook his head no.

“I owe you, remember? I’ll take you home, think of it as my payment.” Suho smiled at you again, leaving you no room to refuse and took your bag, bringing it inside his motor top box instead.

“What? It’s fine, I was only telling you our lunch—hey!” He stopped you from talking further by putting his helmet on your head, carefully brushing out your hair so it wouldn’t get in your face.

You blushed in surprise at your close proximity. Seeing how concentrated he was in fixing your hair, you couldn’t say anything else.

“Alright, all done.” He says, putting the shield down before he sat on his motorcycle, turning it on. “Come on, which way do we go?” He looked up at you expectantly, acting as if he didn’t just do such romantic gestures.

You stuttered for a few seconds then sighed in defeat, “Unbelievable.” You say and moved to sit behind him, using his shoulders as support.

—

A month already passed by, yet he never stopped bringing you home. It was starting to become a routine for the both of you and it didn’t even occur to you that you've become close.

That was until your friend called you over at lunchtime when you were about to go to Suho’s table, where Sieun and Beomseok also sat.

“(Nameeee), you’ve been neglecting us.” She pouted, pointing her chopsticks to the trio. “You’re always with them!”

You snickered, “No I’m not, we just hang out a lot.”

She rose an eyebrow, “What about Suho then? You two are inseparable," She teased, “I've heard everyone say you guys are dating.”

You widen your eyes, quickly denying the accusation, “What? We’re not, he just..“ You pursed your lips. “Hold on a sec. What do you mean everyone?”

“You don’t know?” She exclaimed in surprise, then laughed. “People have been saying you’ve been together for a while. And how he drives you home everyday from school. It’s kinda obvious.” She told you, but you processed the information like an old computer — slow and buffering.

“..but we’re just friends. Suho doesn’t like me.” You finally muttered out, a recognizable blush creeping up on your cheeks.

“Well.. I think you certainly do.” Your friend winked at you, ushering you to go back to them.

Unfortunately for you, you didn’t deny it.

And you kind of hate that you couldn’t.

You stopped functioning properly minutes later.

You sat down without a word beside Suho, who was busy feeding himself, then glanced at you when he spotted your stillness. “Why? Someone say something to you?” He says incoherently with food in his mouth.

“Could you swallow your food before you talk?” Sieun questioned lowly, disgusted by Suho’s actions while Beomseok laughed at the two.

You chuckled as a way to keep yourself from freaking out, “Eat, Suho. You might choke.”

He didn’t listen though, “Tell me if someone’s bothering you, okay? I got your back.” He spoke lightly, giving a thumbs up before turning to his tray again.

You slowly lift your lips into a soft smile.

“Suho, why do you still take me home?” You asked while he was placing the helmet on your head. He always insists to do it himself—says it’s to make sure it’s secured. (It always is, he just wants to tend for you) However, you can feel his breath near your lips every time and he acts like it never happened.

It drives you nuts.

Suho answered, “You always tell me what lunch is.”

You rolled your eyes, “Is it really just that?” You mumbled quietly in disappointment, slightly hoping you had heard something more than that.

“What was that?” He squint his eyes at you in question, focusing on how your lips turned to a small pout, your eyes slightly glossy from the wind, and your cheeks squished from the helmet. “Forget it.” You voiced, crossing your arms as you looked away, unaware of the attention you were getting.

God, you were so pretty, Suho thought. He wondered if you knew.

Suho stared at you longer, wishing he could say something. He really wanted to. Instead, he cleared his throat, nodding to himself. ‘Maybe next time.’ He told himself.

You avoided interacting as much with Suho the next day. And the day after that, and then another...

But you honestly don’t know if he got the memo.

He still taps your shoulder when he asks for lunch, still messages you with his dumb stickers that often makes you laugh, still runs with you at the field even though he was always the first to finish, still talks to you as if you aren't ignoring him completely.

The worst part? He still waits for you outside school, with the same old lip smile and that damn red helmet he puts on you, always as gentle and careful just so you can be comfortable.

It's making you crazy, you wanted Suho to stop so you can put an end to your blooming feelings. But you don't know how despite the several "what are we's" you ask yourself.

Because at the same time, you loved it.

You loved how he memorized your favorite duet so he can sing it at the karaoke place with you, how he knew not to bother you when you're studying because you easily forget important terms and definitions, how he picked you up from your house in the middle of the night just because you messaged a simple "im hungry :(" and brought you to a night market to eat. So you let him became a part of your routine, without even noticing that he openly let you be a part of his.

Suho never once pushed you away—he pretends not to look for you but smiles and waves when he sees you first in the crowd and he glares at someone when they talk behind your back, taunting them with a look that strongly speaks volume.

He was there, protecting you silently and steadfastly.

On a random Tuesday when classes ended, you cursed at yourself for forgetting your math notebook in your locker. You had a test coming up and you desperately needed it back.

Hence, here you were in front of your homeroom.

Just as you were about to slide the door open. You overhear someone and stopped yourself from moving further when you realize the familiarity of Beomseok's voice.

"Hey, Suho. What do you think of (Name)? You're really close with them." There was a tone in his voice that tells you he was curious. But you were surprised that Suho was still there. You assumed he left already because he told the group he was going to work earlier.

Now you were invested.

"(Name)? Ah, they're a pretty good friend." Suho shared, ending the conversation rather quickly like it was nothing.

Their voices were muffled after that. Friend? Is that what he just thinks of you? Nothing more?

Just a pretty good friend?

Lost in thought, you forgot you were in front of the door and had no time to react when it opened wide.

There he was, in all his glory. The boy who occupied all the thoughts in your mind.

Ahn Suho.

His body jumped a bit when he saw you. Scanning you before he widened his eyes, "(Name)."

He was about to open his mouth once more before you walked back to where you came from, unable to face him anymore.

Or anyone at the matter.

He yelled out your name as you walked faster. You just wanted to get home as fast as possible. And probably cry your eyes out while you're at it too.

You weren't aware that you even made it out of the school, seeing a glimpse of a familiar motorcycle near the school entrance before you were pulled beside it by a hand firmly on your forearm.

"(Name)!" Suho's voice made you snap out of it, a bit breathless from running after you.

"What, Suho? What is it?" You demanded angrily, forcing your arm away from him and tried to look less vulnerable in the sight of him.

But he saw through you too easily, seeing the way you shut your walls around him.

"I was waiting for you."

You looked up to him sharply, feeling your throat closing in on you. "You have to be joking right?" You asked in disbelief, "You have no right to say that. We're just friends after all." You added, your hands were trembling out of frustration.

Suho furrowed his eyebrows, "(Name), what do you mean?"

"Oh my God. Suho, are you really that dense?" You tried again, wishing he would finally understand why you were acting like this.

He looked at you like he was trying hard to grasp the situation. But you continued.

"I like you! And I can't keep acting like what you're doing means nothing to me—because it does. Everything you do matters to me!" You ranted, taking deep breaths to calm yourself down.

Suho didn't reply, he just slowly walked closer to you, and you let him.

His hands, that stayed mostly in his pockets, placed themselves on your cheeks, he felt warm as you were right now after confessing to him. You waited for him to say something, anything, so you wouldn't hear your heart beating so loudly.

"You're not a friend." He calmly stated, his voice wavering slightly as if he was finding words to glue together.

You gave him a look, "Then what am I to you?" You whisper, attempting to shy away from his deep gaze.

Suho tilted his head closer to yours, feeling each other's warm breath before he leaned in, placing his lips on yours.

It felt like you melted, your hands clutched his jacket for dear life as one of his hands smoothly settled behind the back of your neck, the other on your hip, deepening the kiss.

Maybe that was your answer.

That he has always thought of you more than just a friend, he simply didn’t know how to say it. He just waited for the right time.

When you both pulled away, he leaned his forehead against yours, "You're gonna be mine." He says confidently, moving his head back when you laughed.

He knew that sound was going to be his favorite.

You nodded with a smile, "Good. Because I like that better."

“Let me drive you home?” Suho asked, but he didn’t have to ask, you knew he was already getting his helmet from his motor top box.

“You ask that to anyone else?” You teased, but you let out a small sound when he quickly pressed his lips on you again and plopped the helmet on you.

“Just you.”

—

“Woah, the tofu’s so soft. (Name), try this.” Suho commented beside you, bringing up a spoonful to your lips—you rolled your eyes at his antics, but opened your mouth anyway, tasting the perfect blend of saltiness and bean-like flavor of the silky tofu.

You hummed, “It is. I like it.”

Suho looked like a puppy, beaming in pride and ate more, not forgetting to put some on your plate. However, you see the students around you take a glance at your table that made you sigh and shake your head.

Sure, people looked at you and Suho still, whispering amongst themselves but you couldn’t care less. Since now you can’t even deny the dating rumors when you have your hand intertwined with his.

And it was more than okay for the both of you.