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WONDER HOW I GOT BY THIS WEEK ✮ ONLY TOUCHED YOU ONCE

𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 。 where you make up your mind alone about your roommate having had enough of you, when all he wants is more of you

✸ riki x fem!reader 4.4k angst fluff towards the end roommates! au situationship! au ୨୧ miscommunication ( literally my favst thing eva ) sunghoon's lowk ass mentions of a panic attack, crying, kissing

the living room was buzzing with chatter and overlapping music — the usual chaos that came with ness’ spontaneous “gatherings.” she’d pulled out her speaker, thrown a few blankets on the floor, and called it ambiance. dani and ness were fighting over which romcom to put on in the background. intak was making everyone weird fruit mocktails in beer glasses. and somewhere between an uno game that had spiraled into full-blown betrayal and jake force-feeding sunghoon wasabi chips, riki had let his guard down.

just for a second.

and that was when sunghoon pounced.

“so,” he began slyly, flopping next to riki on the floor, “what’s your type?”

riki blinked, half-focused on the conversation yn was having with ness from across the room. he tilted his head lazily toward sunghoon. “huh?”

“your type, romeo,” sunghoon repeated, nudging his shoulder. “i’m trying to set you up here.”

riki frowned. “set me up?”

sunghoon grinned like a man on a mission. “there’s this girl in my psych tutorial who’s been asking about you. she saw you at the dance showcase last week and literally blushed when i mentioned your name. she’s cute, kinda mysterious. glasses. sketches in class sometimes. i figured she’d be your vibe.”

riki’s brain short-circuited for half a second.

he didn’t want to be rude — or obvious. especially with everyone here. especially with her here. yn was sitting cross-legged on the carpet, nursing a cup of mocktail with a bendy straw and laughing at something intak said. she looked so comfortable — their kind of comfortable — like she belonged here, and with him. but that was still just between the two of them. private. soft. unspoken.

he couldn’t just out them like that.

but he also couldn’t say yes to sunghoon. so instead, he leaned back, smirked, and said, “sexy.”

jake, on the other side of him, snorted into his drink. “what the hell does that even mean?”

riki shrugged, playing it cool. “you asked my type. i gave you my answer.”

sunghoon was already pulling out his phone. “perfect. she’s sexy. done. i’ll text her.”

riki sat up straighter. “wait—what?”

“just gonna say you’re in,” sunghoon said, grinning at his screen, fingers flying. “you’re welcome, by the way.”

“i didn’t say i wanted to go—”

sunghoon glanced up. “bro. you said sexy. she’s sexy. this is fate.”

“no, i said—” riki faltered. “i didn’t mean—”

too late. sunghoon tapped something on his phone dramatically and clapped. “done! friday. seven. she suggested that little bistro near the library. i said you’d love it.”

jake wheezed. “he didn’t even get your confirmation. you’re done, bro.”

riki was panicking.

and pissed.

across the room, yn hadn’t noticed a thing. she was still laughing, this time at intak failing to juggle three mandarin oranges. her nose scrunched a little when she laughed too hard. and she looked up right as riki looked over, and she smiled — soft, familiar, full of something that burned quietly between them.

he couldn’t breathe.

sunghoon leaned back on his elbows, proud of himself. “i’m a genius. you’re welcome, by the way. she’s gonna wear that dress i told you about.”

riki stared at him. “what dress?”

jake cackled. “don’t ask.”

but riki was seething.

not at the girl — she didn’t know any better. not even at sunghoon, really. but at how he couldn’t say anything. couldn’t say, actually, i like someone else. actually, she’s right there. actually, i’m already hers even if we haven’t said it out loud.

couldn’t say that because he was waiting.

for her to be ready.

he got up, pretending to go get a drink from the kitchen, needing to breathe. behind him, sunghoon and jake were already moving on to a new topic, something about how hot intak looked when he bartended.

riki braced his hands on the countertop, trying not to explode.

a date? seriously? a whole planned date? and what if yn found out? what if she thought he wanted to go? what if she thought she had to give him up?

the idea alone made him feel sick.

he pulled out his phone and opened his chat with sunghoon.

riki

cancel that date.

sunghoon

??? what why bro she’s already planning her outfit

riki

i can’t go. i’m busy. tell her something. idc what. just cancel it.

sunghoon

damn you sound pressed

riki

just cancel it. don't pmo hoon please

sunghoon

no can do :) and ure like soooooo welcome btw

he shoved his phone back in his pocket with a frustrated groan.

across the room, yn saw him get up and leave. curious. her head tilted just slightly. her drink was forgotten.

she found him leaning against the sink, jaw clenched, fingers drumming anxiously against the cold marble countertop.

“hey,” yn said softly, voice barely above a whisper as she stepped into the kitchen. “you okay?”

riki turned fast—like he’d been waiting for her. his eyes were frantic, his brows drawn tightly together. “sunghoon set me up on a date.”

she blinked. “what?”

“i didn’t ask him to. he just—he asked my type and i didn’t want to say anything obvious so i just—” riki exhaled, raking a hand through his hair. “i said something dumb. and now there’s a date. like a whole-ass confirmed thing. and i told him to cancel it, i swear i did. i didn’t even talk to the girl, i didn’t even want—”

“riki,” she interrupted gently.

his mouth shut with a small click, eyes still wide, desperate.

her heart ached.

ached because he looked so genuinely wrecked over it. ached because part of her wished she could be angry or jealous or something that didn’t just feel like loss. but she couldn’t. not when it wasn’t official. not when it wasn’t anything.

so she smiled. even if it didn’t reach her eyes. “it’s okay.”

he blinked. “what?”

“you can go,” she said, trying to sound steady. “if you want to.”

“i don’t want to, yn–”

“it’s not like we’re…” her voice caught for half a second, but she forced the rest of it out. “it’s not like we’re anything anyway.”

silence.

the kind that made her stomach twist.

she gave him one last glance, one last smile — fragile and too soft around the edges — and turned before he could stop her. her fingers trembled slightly around the hem of her hoodie as she walked out of the kitchen, head ducked so no one would see the way her eyes were starting to gloss over.

riki stood frozen.

completely still, but his blood boiled.

not at her. not really. but at the situation, at the dumbass trap of unspoken rules and the slow pace and the fragile way they’d both been tiptoeing around each other for weeks. at how she smiled like she didn’t care — when he knew, he knew — she did. at how she said he could go like it wouldn’t tear her apart. at how she told him they weren’t anything when everything inside him screamed that she was everything.

his fists clenched.

how could she say that? after everything?

after the way she kissed him with trembling fingers, the way she curled into him like he was home, the way she looked at him like she was terrified and hopeful all at once?

how could she say they were nothing?

he wanted to go after her.

he wanted to yell. he wanted to pull her in and tell her she was it and that she’d been it for months and that he didn’t need to go on some stupid blind date to realise what he already knew.

but he also knew she needed space.

because she was hurting.

and if he pushed now, it would only make it worse.

so instead, he slammed the fridge door shut unnecessarily loud, muttered a curse under his breath, and stalked off to his room, ignoring sunghoon’s clueless call after him and jake’s confused “yo what just happened.”

he didn’t know what pissed him off more.

the fact that she didn’t believe she was enough for him — or the fact that he still couldn’t tell her she was.

he didn’t look at her once during the movie.

didn’t make a joke like he normally would. didn’t sneak glances her way or poke her knee to make her laugh when a scene dragged too long. he sat at the far end of the couch, legs sprawled out, hoodie drawn up over his head as he slouched like he wasn’t fully there.

and that hurt more than anything.

yn sat tucked between ness and dani, body curled in on itself, trying to focus on the screen but registering absolutely nothing. every breath she took felt heavy. her chest was tight. her hands were clammy. she kept her face neutral, the way she always did when her emotions were starting to tip, but inside?

it felt like she was being squeezed.

each second that passed without him looking over was another second she regretted everything she’d said.

she got it. loud and clear.

he didn’t want to deal with her anymore. not after that. not after she told him to go on the date. not after she said they weren’t anything when he was probably just waiting for her to want something real in the first place.

her eyes didn’t tear up. not yet. but her heart ached so loud it pulsed into her temples, the pain blooming behind her forehead like a migraine.

ness nudged her at one point, whispering something about the plot twist. yn nodded like she’d seen it, gave a small smile like she wasn’t falling apart in silence.

across the room, riki stared blankly at the screen, lips tight. he hadn’t heard a word of the movie either.

he could feel her.

could feel her just a few feet away, her quietness sharp in his ears. she always talked. always had a dumb little commentary under her breath, always leaned into his arm even when she pretended not to. and now? now she was curled away, frozen in place like she didn’t exist to him.

and he hated it.

he hated himself for doing this.

but he also didn’t know what else to do. he was angry. frustrated. sad. so in love it made him feel pathetic. and she didn’t even want to be claimed by him.

the room laughed at some joke. she didn’t. neither did he.

they were both crumbling, alone in the middle of a crowded room.

everyone was already half-passed out when the credits rolled. jake had slumped sideways on the armrest, intak had a blanket over his head like a corpse, and sunghoon was laying face-down across three cushions like he’d been tranquilized.

ness stretched with a loud yawn, announcing, “no one’s going home at this hour, bro. just crash here. we have enough space, right?”

yn nodded quickly, eyes still a little distant, her voice small but even. “yeah. dani can sleep in my bed. rollout couch for the guys.”

sunghoon groaned, his voice muffled by the cushion. “bless you, hostess with the mostess.”

“shut up,” dani mumbled, already heading toward yn’s room.

everyone shuffled off into their spots with minimal resistance, exhausted from the long day. pillows were thrown, lights dimmed, and within ten minutes, there was a steady rise and fall of soft breathing across the apartment.

except in two rooms.

yn lay awake beside dani, curled up tight toward the edge of her mattress. dani had knocked out quickly beside her, her soft snoring occasionally punctuating the otherwise still silence. but she couldn’t sleep. not when he was still out there. not when she still felt so tense, like her heart had never stopped racing since the moment he pulled away from her.

and in the room down the hall, riki sat upright on his bed, staring at his ceiling like it had answers. he was supposed to feel relieved, finally having a moment of peace and privacy after the exhausting group hangout.

but he didn’t.

he hated how cold it had been between them. hated that he was too prideful to say something. too afraid that if he did, she’d just back further away again.

he rubbed his face with both hands, muttering to himself, “you’re such a dumbass.”

maybe he should’ve just told sunghoon no right away. or told her right away. or kissed her in front of everyone and said, ‘this is who i want, are you blind?’

but instead? they were now both lying in separate rooms, both wide awake, both feeling like the other didn’t care enough. and neither one knew the other was aching just as bad.

the next morning, the apartment was filled with the clinking of spoons against ceramic bowls, the sound of the kettle whistling, and the occasional sleepy groan from jake trying to stretch out the kink in his neck.

yn had already been up. hair brushed, hoodie on, and sleeves pushed up as she moved around the kitchen with quiet ease, helping ness sort out breakfast for the crowd that had spent the night. her voice was bright—artificially so.

“good morning, dani,” she beamed, kissing her cheek as the girl shuffled out of the bedroom rubbing her eyes.

“morning, baby,” she added, grinning at ness and kissing her cheek too when she joined.

she even did her usual little dramatic greeting to intak and jake, and of course teased sunghoon with a slap to his shoulder when he complained about his back.

but riki? she didn’t even glance in his direction.

he had been standing in the doorway of the hall, watching all of it silently. the way her eyes sparkled when she laughed with dani, the way she leaned into ness’ shoulder to look at the pan of eggs. how she was doing everything she normally did—except when it came to him.

she used to greet him like that too. always kissed his cheek or whispered a soft “good morning, baby” while brushing past him on her way to the kettle. it had become their thing—small, private moments wrapped in sleepy affection before the rest of the day could get to them.

but this morning?

nothing.

she hadn’t even looked at him.

he stood frozen for a second too long before quietly slipping further into the living room, slumping on the edge of the couch beside sunghoon, who was munching cereal straight from the box like a raccoon. sunghoon gave him a sidelong glance.

“you good, bro?”

riki didn’t answer. he just nodded once and picked at the loose thread on his sleeve. he could practically feel the way her lips had brushed dani’s cheek. the same way they used to brush his.

and for the first time, he really understood what it felt like to be on the outside of her warmth. and damn, it hurt.

riki stood by the doorway of his room, fiddling with the sleeves of his shirt for the third time. he hadn’t really bothered to dress up—just a dark tee and jeans, jacket tossed over his shoulder lazily. his hair wasn’t styled the way he usually liked it, and he hadn’t even picked out shoes yet.

he was stalling.

the apartment was quiet, save for the faint sound of her laptop speakers playing some sitcom rerun. her soft laughter would rise occasionally, not as bright as usual, but there. just enough to make his chest ache.

when he finally walked out, keys in hand, he paused in the hallway, eyes locking on her.

she sat curled up on the couch, knees hugged to her chest, wearing an oversized hoodie that looked suspiciously like his. her glasses were sliding down her nose as she focused on the screen in front of her. the warm yellow lamplight made her look so soft, so… untouchably distant.

his throat felt dry.

“i’m heading out,” he said.

she didn’t even flinch. her eyes flicked to him for barely a second, then right back to her screen. her face unreadable.

“don’t wait up,” he added, voice a little more clipped, a little more irritated. a little more desperate for something from her.

still nothing.

“wasn’t planning to,” she said flatly, not even looking up.

that was it.

that was all he got from her. no teasing comment, no eye roll, no half-smile she always tried to hide when she was pretending not to care.

just cold indifference.

it hit him harder than he wanted to admit. he lingered for another second, hoping—praying—she’d look at him again. say something. give him a reason to stay.

but she didn’t. she just sniffled casually, rubbing her nose and leaning further into the couch cushion like he wasn’t even there.

he clenched his jaw, fingers curling tight around his keys.

it wasn’t fair. why was she acting like he had done something wrong when she was the one who said he could go? she’d practically pushed him into it with that fake little smile, pretending she didn’t care. pretending she was fine.

but now she wouldn’t even look at him?

he didn’t say another word. just turned on his heel and walked out, slamming the door behind him harder than necessary.

she didn’t flinch. didn’t even pause the video.

but her eyes blurred over with tears she didn’t bother wiping this time. because she had known it would feel like this. but knowing it would hurt didn’t make it hurt any less.

her fingers trembled as she tapped at her phone, vision hazy and chest tight like there was a rope around her lungs, pulling tighter and tighter.

she’d tried everything—pacing, breathing the way riki had taught her, splashing water on her face. but it wasn’t helping. nothing was helping. her heart was racing too fast and her hands wouldn’t stop shaking. her knees buckled every time she tried to stand up and it felt like her world was caving in on itself.

she slid down the kitchen counter, curling in on herself on the floor. her chest heaved, sobs bubbling up unbidden.

the apartment was too quiet. too empty. no riki murmuring reassurances. no ness’ soothing voice. just the sound of her gasping through her tears.

it had been less than 2 hours since he left and she spent those hours spiralling herself into a panic attack. ness had been out since morning and riki was probably flirting with the girl he was on the stupid date with.

it was so humiliating to even think about reaching out to him after everything. after pretending not to care. but she couldn’t help it. he was the only one who ever knew how to help. the only one who could help.

she stared at the glowing screen of her phone, thumbs hovering above the keyboard for what felt like forever.

to: riki

can you come home please? i’m sorry i just. i can’t breathe

she didn’t really expect an answer.

riki didn’t see the text immediately. because he wasn’t on the date. he never made it.

he’d walked into the cafe, spotted the girl sunghoon had talked up so much—she really was pretty, nice too, waved when she saw him—and in that split second, he knew he couldn’t do it.

not while yn was pretending not to care back home. not when he was still thinking about the way she barely looked at him when he left.

so he’d gone up to the girl, apologised softly, even offered to cover whatever she’d ordered. she looked mildly disappointed, but she nodded, thanking him for being honest.

and then he left, fast, stuffing his hands into his pockets and walking until his legs burned. he needed to not think for a while. so he found some old pc room nearby and had been there ever since, headphones half on, eyes glued to the screen, clicking away his frustration.

his phone buzzed where it sat facedown beside the monitor.

he almost ignored it.

but something tugged at him.

something sharp and gut-deep.

he flipped the phone over lazily—just in case it was sunghoon or someone nagging about the date—and the moment his eyes landed on her name, everything stilled.

and then he read the message and his heart dropped straight out of his chest.

he didn’t even hesitate.

didn’t text back. didn’t stop to think. didn’t log off.

he just stood, shoving his phone into his jacket pocket, grabbing his bag off the back of the chair as he sprinted out.

his mind was already racing ahead of him.

she couldn’t breathe. she was alone. she had asked for him.

and he hadn’t even been there.

his feet hit the pavement hard, running full tilt toward the apartment, his chest aching—but not from the exertion.

from the thought of her, struggling on her own, thinking he didn’t want to see her. thinking she’d ruin his night just by needing him.

by the time he reached the building, he was breathless and panicked, slamming into the elevator and tapping his foot frantically as it rose floor by floor.

the door to the apartment wasn’t locked.

he flung it open—

and there she was. crumpled on the floor by the kitchen, her back to the cabinets, her arms shaking as they tried to hold herself together.

“yn—”

her head jerked up, eyes wide and glassy.

and before she could say a word, he was on the floor with her, dropping to his knees, cupping her cheeks.

“hey, hey—baby, i’m here. i’m here, it’s okay—”

a sob tore out of her chest, and she crumbled into him, clutching his shirt so tightly it hurt.

“i didn’t know what else to do,” she cried, voice broken. “i didn’t think you’d come.”

“of course i’d come.” his voice cracked as he held her tighter. “always. always, yn.”

he rocked her gently, whispering every word he could remember from the last time, and the time before that. his hand rubbed slow, firm circles into her back as she gasped for air, letting the rhythm ground her.

“i didn’t go on the date,” he murmured after a while, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “couldn’t even make it through the door.”

she looked up, tear-streaked and stunned.

“why?”

he held her gaze, thumb brushing her cheek.

“because it wasn’t you.”

her voice was barely a whisper, choked and trembling.

“i’m sorry,” she rasped, shaking her head against his chest. “i was being so stupid, riki. so, so fucking stupid.”

his arms only tightened around her.

she looked up at him, tears streaming down her cheeks. “i didn’t mean it when i said we were nothing. i didn’t—i was scared and i thought i was protecting myself but i just—”

she hiccuped, then leaned up, kissing his cheek, then his jaw, frantic and soft and desperate. “i wanted more. i want so much more. i just didn’t know how to say it.”

her voice cracked mid-sentence, high and broken, and it shattered something in him.

“god—baby,” he breathed, pulling her in like he could shield her from the whole world. one of his hands slid up to cradle the back of her head, his thumb brushing along her nape. “don’t apologise. please don’t.”

she kept kissing him through sobs, every press of her lips damp with tears. “i was so scared you’d stop caring… i thought if i pretended not to care first, it’d hurt less.”

he pulled back just enough to look at her, his eyes burning with something raw.

“do you really think i could ever stop caring about you?” he asked, his voice low and urgent. “i was losing my goddamn mind trying to not touch you, not say anything. do you know how many times i wanted to grab you and just tell you—?”

she leaned forward again, pressing a trembling kiss right below his eye. “then tell me now.”

he stilled.

she looked at him through wet lashes, breathing shallow. “please.”

and he didn’t even hesitate.

“i’m in love with you, yn,” he said softly, like it was the easiest thing in the world. “i don’t want some maybe. i don’t want to pretend you’re just my roommate or just my friend. i want you. all of you.”

she exhaled sharply, then surged forward, kissing him properly this time—messy and tear-salted and aching and full of everything she hadn’t said before.

and he kissed her back like he’d been waiting a lifetime for this exact moment.

as her fingers curled in his hoodie and his hands gripped her like he couldn’t bear to let her go, her voice broke one more time—muffled against his lips.

“i love you too.”

she pulled first but barely. sniffles and breathing filled the room and then her voice floated, so soft, barely there—fragile and full of hope, like it might shatter if he didn’t catch it fast enough.

“are you…” she hesitated, her lashes fluttering as she blinked up at him. “are you my boyfriend now?”

he stilled at her question, just barely pulling back, his forehead resting against hers. their breaths mingled between them, heavy with everything that had just been said, everything still unsaid.

the question made his heart thump so loud he was sure she could hear it. and for a moment, all he could do was look at her—eyes glistening, lips swollen from crying and kissing, her whole face still flushed with emotion. god, she was so beautiful, even now.

especially now.

his thumb brushed over her cheekbone gently, and he gave a soft, almost disbelieving laugh. “you’re really asking me that right now?”

she blinked again, confused for a second before her face started to fall. “i just… i didn’t want to assume—”

“no, no—hey.” he shook his head quickly, cupping her face with both hands. “i’m not laughing because i don’t want to be. i’m laughing because i’ve wanted to be yours for so long, i can’t believe you’re the one asking me.”

she looked up at him, lips parted, breath catching.

he kissed her again—once, twice, three times—so tenderly it made her chest ache.

“i’m yours,” he said against her lips, voice a little rough, eyes unwavering. “i’ve been yours. if you’ll have me, i’ll be your boyfriend. your problem. your pain in the ass. your personal heater at night. all of it.”

a shaky smile broke across her face, eyes glassy again. “you’re so dumb.”

he grinned, brushing their noses together. “and you’re stuck with me now.”

she let out a watery laugh, pressing another kiss to the corner of his mouth. “good. i don’t want anyone else.”

his arms wrapped around her tighter at that. he buried his face into her neck, voice low, content and slightly breathless.

“then it’s official,” he mumbled. “you’re mine, baby.”

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ᝰ.ᐟ INCEPTIO ₊˚⊹ᰔ

ᝰ.ᐟ SECRETS 🪡🎧

ೀ⊹˚. SYNOPSIS: you hadn't meant to fall in love with park sunghoon, your older brother's bestfriend. but somewhere along the lines of his devastating smile and sweet personality, you did. and you fell hard. inspired by hidden love

PAIRING. park sunghoon x fem!rea ⏦ﾟ♡︎ GENRE. fluff, angst, skinship ˚.🪡⋆ FEATURING. enhypen members ⋆˚✿˖° WARNING. mentions of death, cursing, age gap (5 years, but nothing happens until reader is an adult), inaccurate depictions of south korea, fake cities: dalcheon & seongju ₊˚⊹ ᰔ 🍽️☁️RELEASED. tba ‎♡‧₊˚ FINISHED. n/a

THE PLAYLIST: hidden love soundtrack

RINA'S COMMENT: after nearly 2 month's it's finally here! i've put my blood, sweat, and tears into this so i hope you all enjoy it sincerely 🎀 for this who didn't follow this story before, this is inceptio 2.0, a rework of the version i posted in june of '25. except this one has more detail, a bigger plot, and bigger character storylines! without further ado, my greatest work :) UPDATES & DETAILS

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✎ᝰ. 𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗥𝗬 𝗢𝗡𝗘 | 𝗶'𝗺 𝗳𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗻 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘆𝗼𝘂 | you didn't mean to fall for park sunghoon, but his consistent presence and kind personality made your heart beat in ways you knew it shouldn't. it was just a silly little harmless crush developed when you were fourteen, something to keep your growing brain occupied. yet, as the crush persisted through your teens, it was becoming less of something that would just pass. and even if you hadn't accepted it yet, your heart already chose him. 𝘸𝘤 ── 9.8𝑘

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✎ᝰ. 𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗥𝗬 𝗧𝗪𝗢 | 𝗶 𝗹𝗲𝗳𝘁 𝗽𝗶𝗲𝗰𝗲𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗺𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀 | your crush on sunghoon persists, as reluctant as you are to admit how much space the boy has been taking up in your mind. to quell the growing feelings, you continue to avoid them, pushing them down like a tide at bay. until you couldn't anymore. believing sunghoon has found someone else, you resorted to doing the only thing you thought logical— ignoring him. 𝘸𝘤 ── 11.2𝑘

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✎ᝰ. 𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗥𝗬 𝗧𝗛𝗥𝗘𝗘 | 𝗶'𝗹𝗹 𝗯𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 | an entire year has passed since the last time you seen sunghoon. you've grown since then, matured, graduated high school, and were now attending dalcheon university. yet, one thing remained the same— your crush on the older boy. sunghoon has been treating you like glass— even more careful than when you first met. after a particularly tense conversation, you finally find out what sunghoon has been trying to keep in the dark for so long. 𝘸𝘤 ── 9.9𝑘

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✎ᝰ. 𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗥𝗬 𝗙𝗢𝗨𝗥 | 𝗶 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗯𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 | sunghoon had been ignoring you for the past two weeks. ironic, considering you had ghosted him a year ago. though this was different— it wasn't about hurt feelings, you knew something about him that he wished you didn't. it was always hard for him to accept help. but whether he liked it or not, it was your turn to be there for him. 𝘸𝘤 ── 11𝑘

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✎ᝰ. 𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗥𝗬 𝗙𝗜𝗩𝗘 | 𝗶 𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 | you and sunghoon grow closer through your efforts to get him to open up after his harsh breakup with harin. it wasn't easy. reading the messages from the older girl leave you questioning your role in their relationship— particularly the downfall of it. meanwhile, sunghoon's view of you is starting to slip into something dangerously close to "more than lee jaemin's little sister". not knowing how to deal with it, he decides to ignore it all together. sound familiar? 𝘸𝘤 ── tba

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✎ᝰ. 𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗥𝗬 𝗦𝗜𝗫 | 𝗶 𝘀𝗲𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗶𝗻 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝘀𝘂𝗻𝘀𝗲𝘁 | both you and sunghoon had been dancing around the topic of your relationship. neither of you willing to say the quiet part of it aloud. whatever this was— him picking you up from work, your things in his apartment, the "friendship" hangouts— was like a poorly placed bandaid on a gashing wound. with encouragement from jake, sunghoon finally gains the backbone to confess his feelings to you. 𝘸𝘤 ── tba

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✎ᝰ. 𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗥𝗬 𝗦𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗡 | 𝗶 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗮𝗹𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀 | little you would be absolutely jealous of twenty year old you. you finally got the boy of your dreams, and things were going better than you could ever imagine. except for the fact either of you had yet to tell jaemin. but jaemin wasn't an idiot, he was closer to the truth than you originally thought. sunghoon, on the other hand, couldn't care less about jaemin's opinion—lovingly of course since they are best friends. he had been working hard on the biggest project of his career to date.. you. 𝘸𝘤 ── tba

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[hyukasluvr]

Could you pls do sunghoon telling comforting insecure reader about her thic thighs (highkey my biggest insecurity)

yesyes ofccc 😚

fluff. ✿ insecurities comfort clingy!sunghoon

you were already tugging at the hem of your oversized shirt, fidgeting with the loose fabric like it could somehow shield you from his eyes. you hated this—the way your thighs pressed together when you sat, the way the skin felt too much, too noticeable. and sunghoon noticed your silence, the way your gaze flicked downward instead of meeting his.

“hey,” he murmured, voice gentle as his hand brushed over yours, stilling your restless tugging. “what’s going on in that head of yours?”

you tried to shake your head, but he knew you too well. his hand slid down, fingertips grazing over your thigh, warm and grounding. that was enough to make you flinch a little, pulling your legs in closer to yourself.

his brows furrowed. “is it… this?” he asked carefully, giving the softest squeeze to the side of your thigh, not to tease, but to show you he knew.

your throat tightened. you hated admitting it out loud, but the words slipped before you could stop them. “they’re… too big. i don’t like them.”

for a moment, you didn’t dare look at him, afraid of seeing confusion or worse—agreement. but instead, he let out a low breath, like your words physically hurt him.

“don’t say that,” he said firmly, but his tone was still soft, coaxing. his hand smoothed over the curve of your thigh, slow and deliberate. “you know what i see when i look at you?”

hesitantly, you glanced up. he was closer now, eyes steady, almost burning with sincerity.

“i see strength. i see how soft you are, how warm. i see the way these thighs pull me in when i hold you, how they make me feel like i belong right here.” his words deepened, quieter but more intense. “they’re beautiful. you’re beautiful. there’s nothing i’d change.”

you felt your chest tighten, tears prickling unexpectedly because he said it so easily, like it was the truest thing in the world.

sunghoon leaned down, brushing a kiss over the inside of your knee, lips lingering as his hand stroked up and down the side of your thigh. “i love this part of you. i love all of you. so if you can’t see it right now, let me see it for you.”

his gaze flicked back up to meet yours, soft and unwavering. “can you let me do that?”

and when you gave him the tiniest nod, he smiled against your skin, pressing another kiss there. his arms wrapped around you, pulling you close until your thighs were snug against his hips, no room left for shame.

“good,” he whispered, kissing your temple. “because i’ll never stop reminding you how perfect you are.”

[hyukasluvr]

HIDDEN LOVE

PAIRING > park sunghoon x fem!reader

SYNOPSIS > park sunghoon was the most good looking and respectful man you’ve ever met at the age of 13. ignoring the fact that you had a loud and obnoxious older brother, park jongseong, as his best friend. with things going by in your life and a heartbreak at 17. what happens when you coincidentally reconnected with your past crush on someone 5 years older than you?

GENRE > brother's best friend au, older!sunghoon (27); you're 22 in current times but met him when you were 13

FEATURING > karina (aespa), winter (aespa), chaewon (le sserafim), e:u (everglow), small cameo of myung jaehyun (boynextdoor) & rei from ive

SCHEDULE > every two days (inconsistent schedule)

TAGLIST > send an ask or go here for the google form! also do note that i don't always see every comment so it's better send an ask/fill the google form

START: 26th Feb 2025 | END: tbc

PROFILE: the siblings | the squad

ONE: who is that hunk? [written & posts]

TWO: rant time

THREE: according to plan [written & posts]

FOUR: shhhhh

FIVE: mentally prepared

SIX: something is purring

SEVEN: nice to others [written]

EIGHT: break a leg!

NINE: best brother award

TEN: superhoon

ELEVEN: concerned drawing

TWELVE: he's older

THIRTEEN: unknown secret

FOURTEEN: goodbye park sunghoon

FIFTEEN: final warning [written]

SIXTEEN: we meet again

SEVENTEEN: jail time

EIGHTEEN: crazy girl

NINETEEN: hospital time??

TWENTY: an accomplice

TWENTY-ONE: loverboy

TWENTY-TWO: under the stars [written]

TWENTY-THREE: i am screwed

TWENTY-FOUR:

TWENTY-FIVE:

coming soon...

got any questions to ask the cast or author?

HIDDEN LOVE: asks

[hyukasluvr]

beomgyu putting you to sleep holding u like ^

Honestly... this mans a menace during the day. always poking you here and there, and his battery never seems to go down until its night. Hes all worn out from his tiring schedule, and wants to do nothing more than hold u to sleep. >.< Hes a gentle giant, basically. pulling you into his arms, he whispers a small 'missed you, baby' and it makes your heart completely melt !! Beomgyu's always soo affectionate with you when no ones there. Hes still sweet with you in public, but at home, he completely melts in your arms!!! not afraid to hide himself from you <3

[hyukasluvr]

hi hi, the heeseung and jake babying reader fics were so good im gonna sob !!! been thinking abt heeseungie babying u when ur grumpy n overstimulated after being out in public n ur jst so overwhelmed and snappy with him when you get back :((

hi anon! I love ur yummy brain for this one omg and sorry for being so late..

The front door clicked softly behind you, but the silence that followed was anything but comforting. Your small steps echoed in the apartment hallway as you kicked off your shoes a little too forcefully, barely noticing Heeseung’s careful gaze following you from behind.

You dropped your bag with a sigh that turned into a whimper.

Your skin still buzzed from the noise of the city, the push and pull of the crowd, the way strangers’ eyes lingered a little too long. Your thoughts were tangled—tight, hot, exhausting. It felt like everything was too much and yet nothing at all.

Heeseung stepped in quietly, closing the door like it might hurt you if it slammed. “Hey, bunny,” he cooed softly, already walking toward you. “You did so good, mm? I know that was a lot, my sweet girl.”

You didn’t answer. You didn’t mean to be sharp, but your voice cracked. “I’m fine, Hee. Just—just leave it.”

He blinked, lips parting, but he didn’t scold you. Instead, he walked closer, long fingers brushing your arm. “That didn’t sound like my polite girl,” he murmured, voice syrupy and patient. “What happend sweetheart?”

You pressed your lips together, nodding stiffly, feeling so small. The words were stuck in your throat. You didn’t mean to be moody, not with him.

His arms wrapped around you gently from behind, warm and strong, pressing your back to his chest as he buried his nose in your hair.

“There we go… I’ve got you now,” he whispered, swaying slightly. “Shhh… my poor baby. You held it in all day, huh?”

You bit your lip as your eyes started to sting. “I-I didn’t wanna ruin anything,” you mumbled, barely audible.

“Oh, honey,” he hushed you, pulling you closer. “You could never ruin anything. I’d carry you outta the crowd if I could. You don’t gotta act all okay for me, not ever.”

He slowly turned you in his arms, hands cupping your cheeks. “Let me take care of you now. No more noise, no more people. Just me and you, ‘kay?”

You nodded, voice still trapped, but your eyes spilled anyway—quiet tears from too much stimulation and not enough safety until now.

Heeseung wiped them with the pad of his thumb, babying you in the softest voice. “There’s my precious little bunny. So sensitive and sweet. So brave. C’mere.”

He scooped you up without waiting, cradling you in his arms like you weighed nothing, like you were his whole world.

He took you to the bedroom, tucking you into the covers and crawling in beside you, drawing slow, warm circles on your back.

“You did so well for me today,” he murmured, his lips against your temple. “But you don’t gotta be strong all the time. You just gotta be my baby.”

And with that, the tension drained. Your body finally relaxed into his chest, tiny sniffles quieting in the cocoon of his arms.

Heeseung kissed your forehead, smiling into your skin. “That’s it, bunny. Let me take care of you tonight.”

taglist: @teddybeartaetae @heebear @tinycatharsis @kristynaah @heeseungsbm -> join

[hyukasluvr]

can you do like niki comforting/babying reader plss, kind of like the jake one you wrote 💕💕

hi, love! I made a fluff one for niki:) I hope this was comforting enough? I’m kinda iffy about the scenario.. LIGHT ANGST then fluff + @misomakesmesohappy I haven’t forgotten about you, here you go:)

The room was still dim — that soft, cold 1AM light spilling in through the window, almost silvery, like a snow globe had cracked open somewhere outside.

You and Riki had fought before. Little bickering. Snappy teasing that ended in eye rolls or an arm thrown over your shoulder with a smug, “You love me anyway.”

But this time, it went a bit too far.

“You don’t always have to act like everything’s fine,” you had said, voice small but shaken. “You never say how you really feel—”

“And you always take everything so personally,” Riki shot back, tone calm, but just sharp enough to sting. “I’m not gonna coddle you every time you get sensitive, Y/n.”

That one hit you more than he expected.

You had blinked quickly, eyes glassing over, and turned away without another word. You pulled the blanket tighter around yourself and curled up at the edge of the bed — not angry, just… tired. Too tired to defend your softness.

The silence after was heavier than usual.

Riki stayed where he was at first, sitting on the bed with his legs drawn up, elbows resting on his knees, his jaw tight. He stared blankly ahead for a while before running a hand through his hair. The tension in the room finally got to him.

And then he heard it.

That tiny sniffle.

Barely audible. But real. He heard it and you knew that he did.

His head turned slowly.

You were tucked into the farthest corner of the bed, turned away from him, small shoulders trembling — trying so hard not to make a sound.

That was all it took.

“…Shit.”

Riki was beside you instantly. Not with his usual lazy swagger. Not with a half-smile or sarcastic jab. He was quiet. Intent. Focused on you, and only you.

“Y/n,” he murmured, voice low, almost guilty. “Baby…”

You didn’t answer, burying your face deeper into the blanket. It smelled like him. Everything did.

“I didn’t mean it like that,” he said, softer this time. His hand hovered over your back for a second before settling gently there, rubbing slow circles. “I forget sometimes. That you feel things deeper than I do. Doesn’t make it wrong.”

You still didn’t speak.

So he dropped his tone completely. For once, all that nonchalant energy melted into warmth.

“C’mere,” he whispered, reaching out to tug you toward him. “Don’t hide from me, angel. I’m right here.”

You let him pull you, even if your hands were shaky. Even if you felt embarrassed for crying. He tucked you into his lap without hesitation, arms wrapping fully around you like you were something breakable.

You sniffled again, and he gently brushed your hair back. “Hey… hey. My baby’s crying now, huh?” he cooed softly, his lips brushing your temple. “You that sad, bunny? Mm? You needed me and I didn’t listen?”

You nodded helplessly, face buried in his hoodie, and he held you even closer.

“I’m sorry, soft girl,” Riki whispered, his voice like velvet now. “Didn’t mean to hurt your feelings. You’re just so sweet, sometimes I forget I gotta slow down with you.”

You hiccuped. “You said I was too sensitive…”

“And I take it back. I love how sensitive you are,” he whispered into your hair. “Makes you my softest thing. My little snowflake, huh?”

You finally looked up at him, wide eyes glassy and lips trembling — and that was it for him.

“God, look at you,” he whispered, thumbing away a tear. “So pretty even when you cry. My baby. My good, good girl.”

You melted into his arms, the fight fading into nothing but a memory.

BONUS:

The sun hadn’t quite risen yet, but the room was tinted in that soft blue-gray of early morning. Barely-there light filtered through the curtains, casting faint shadows across the messy bed—blankets kicked off halfway, limbs entangled, warmth pressed skin to skin.

You were the first to stir.

Your cheek was still tucked into the curve of Niki’s collarbone, your fingers curled loosely in the hem of his shirt. His arm was wrapped around your waist, one leg slung over yours, anchoring you against him like even in sleep, he couldn’t risk you slipping away.

Your eyes fluttered open slowly. Everything felt soft. Quiet. Safe.

You stayed still for a minute, watching his sleeping face. His hair was a little messy, lips parted just slightly, his expression peaceful, the kind of peace he only showed when he thought no one was watching.

You shifted slightly.

And just like that, Niki stirred.

“…You up already?” he mumbled, voice low and scratchy with sleep.

You nodded a little, your voice still small. “Mhm.”

He tightened his arm around your waist automatically and pulled you even closer into his chest, tucking your head under his chin.

“…Stay,” he muttered.

You smiled against his skin, heart fluttering.

“…You were really sweet last night,” you whispered. “You, um… you talked to me like… softly.”

Niki blinked down at you.

Then blinked again. Expression unreadable.

“…Did I?” he asked casually, eyes already sliding shut again. “Don’t remember.”

You huffed out a quiet laugh. “You baby-talked me.”

“No, I didn’t.”

“You called me your soft girl.”

“You heard wrong.”

“You tucked me into your lap and told me I was your snowflake.”

He groaned softly, burying his face in your hair. “Why are you like this,” he muttered. “I was half-asleep.”

“You were babying me.”

“Was not,” he said, and yet he pulled the blanket up over your shoulders and tucked it under your chin like he absolutely was.

You giggled a little and nuzzled back into his chest. “Okay, Niki.”

A pause.

“…But you liked it though,” he said quietly.

You blinked, ur cheeks going red. “…Yeah,” you whispered honestly. “I did.” Niki smiled lazily against your hair. “Good.”

And just like that, you settled back into the silence — wrapped in warmth, wrapped in each other, the soft morning stretching around you like a lullaby neither of you wanted to wake from.

Because even if he’d never admit it out loud, you knew the truth:

Riki baby-talked you when you needed it most.

And he’d do it again—only for you though.

[hyukasluvr]

heyy, it's me 💗

can you PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE make a Jay version of enhypen babying the reader and can it be a little longer too? i hope it's not too much

thankyou so much 💗

Hiiiiiiiiiiiiii! Here you go and I also tagged you in the niki btw! Thank you for requesting and I’m sorry it took so long, I saw all your msgs don’t worry! >.< sorry i had to make jay cringe I js had to.

The members were lounging in the dorm living room, a lazy afternoon filled with snacks and half-watched variety shows. You were curled up on the end of the couch, legs tucked under you, quietly giggling at something on your phone. Your oversized hoodie practically swallowed you, sleeves covering your hands as you tapped away.

Jay was sitting nearby, pretending to be interested in the show, but he couldn’t stop glancing at you. The way your nose scrunched when you laughed, the way your eyes lit up, the quiet hum you did when you were comfy. His heart was not just full—it was overflowing.

Then you looked up at him with those big eyes and gave him the tiniest smile.

That was it.

“Oh my god,” he muttered under his breath, standing up suddenly.

“Hyung?” Sunghoon blinked up at him. “You okay?”

But Jay didn’t answer. He crossed the room in two strides, scooped you up bridal-style with absolutely no warning, and sat back down with you cradled in his lap like a giant teddy bear.

You squeaked. “Jay! What—?!”

He buried his face into your shoulder, squeezing you tighter. “My baby’s jus’ too cute. I can’t handle it no more,” he mumbled against your skin, voice dropping into the softest baby-talk. “Look at you, all tiny n’ squishy in this hoodie. You tryna kill me, huh? You doin’ it on purpose?”

You flushed, face warm, and the members froze.

“Hyung…” Jungwon looked both amused and horrified. “Are you—baby talking?”

Jay just grinned, completely shameless. “She’s my baby. You guys can deal with it.”

You tried to hide your face in his chest, embarrassed but secretly loving it.

“Aww, no hiding,” he teased, gently cupping your face and nuzzling your nose. “Lemme see that pretty face. My precious girl. Mwah.”

Sunoo groaned. “Okay, we’re leaving. This is gross. Adorable, but gross.”

Jay just chuckled and held you tighter. “She started it by being cute. I’m just reacting.”

You mumbled something unintelligible against his hoodie.

“What was that, baby?” he cooed again, full baby-talk mode now, rubbing your back.

“I said… stop being so extra,” you muttered, though your fingers curled into his shirt, clinging.

Jay smirked and whispered just for you, “Not my fault you drive me crazy, darling. Mine forever, yeah?”

You’d barely stepped out the dorm when Jay started.

“Watch your step, tiny one,” he said in a ridiculous fake-deep voice, holding your hand like you were about to cross a dangerous battlefield instead of a cracked sidewalk.

You side-eyed him. “Don’t start.”

He grinned, unfazed. “Sorry, sorry. You’re just so small. So delicate. So petite. So fragile. So kawaii. So in need of my constant protection.”

You stopped walking. “Jay.”

“Yes, my baby mushroom pumpkin spice latte sugar baby?”

You groaned. Loudly. “I’m going back inside.”

He cackled, grabbing your hand again before you could turn. « Okay, okay! I’ll stop. Just needed to get it out of my system. » « You’re unbelievable. »

“You’re still holding my hand,” he pointed out, smug.

You didn’t respond. He knew he was right.

The ice cream shop was a quick walk away, tucked into the corner of the block. Inside, he let you choose while he stood behind you, way too close, leaning down just enough to speak near your ear.

“Don’t take too long. You’ll overthink the sprinkles.”

You ignored him, picking your usual. He paid, of course, and handed yours over with a smirk. “For the sleepy menace who pretends to hate me.”

Back at the dorm, you flopped onto the couch, pulling your hoodie sleeves over your hands and digging into the cup like your life depended on it. Jay sprawled next to you, one arm over the back of the couch. “You’re not mad, right?”

You gave him a flat look. Then, without a word, you slid lower into the cushions, head falling back. “Why are you so much sometimes?”

Jay just laughed. Loudly. “Oh my god, you’re crashing out. You’re done.”

“I’m tired,” you mumbled.

“You’re like a toddler after sugar. Just shutting down.”

You didn’t answer, just blinked slowly at him, expression blank. He leaned in, brushing your hair out of your face, amusement still tugging at his mouth. But his voice dropped a notch.

“You done pouting now, love?”

You blinked again, slower this time.

And something in him shifted.

He took the empty cup from your hand, set it on the table, then leaned back and tugged you into his chest. His voice changed — low, warm, steady.

“There she is,” he murmured, lips brushing your temple. “Always act tough ‘til you get tired. Then you melt.”

You didn’t say anything, but the way you curled against him gave you away.

Jay’s hand dragged slowly down your back, stopping at your waist, thumb pressing into the soft spot there.

“You gonna be good now?” he asked, voice near your ear, quiet and serious this time. “No more eye rolls?”

You let out a muffled hum.

“That’s what I thought.” His hand tilted your chin up gently. “You know I only tease ‘cause I like watching you get mad, right?” You tried to look annoyed, but your body betrayed you — relaxed against him, eyes fluttering shut.

He chuckled, but this time it was low. “Mm. Too tired to sass me now, huh? Thought so.” He kissed your cheek, slow and lingering. “Get some rest,” he said. “I’ve got you.” And he did—one arm wrapped firm around your waist, holding you close like you weren’t going anywhere. Not now. Not ever.

[hyukasluvr]

血 . . . 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉’𝓈 . 𝗆𝗒 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅 ⎯ 狂気

Lee heeseung x 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 — babying ‘’ 𝖼𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗄𝗒 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗈𝖽 𝗆𝗈𝗈𝖽𝗌, 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒, 𝗅𝗈𝗍𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍, 𝖽𝗈𝗆!𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗎𝗇𝗀, 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍 𝗌𝖼𝗈𝗅𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗆 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗁, 𝗉𝖾𝗍 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌, 𝗌𝗎𝖻𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗈𝗋 ⟡ fluff, suggestive

It was barely 6:30 a.m., and you were already in full meltdown mode—pacing the room in one of Heeseung’s old t-shirts, arms crossed, brows pinched, bottom lip wobbling.

Heeseung leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, still shirtless, hair messy from sleep, eyes dark with amused patience as he watched you spiral for the fifth time that hour.

“Sweetheart,” he said slowly, voice low and gravelly. “I’ve been up since 3:17 a.m. watching you try to argue with the blanket.”

“I’m not arguing with the blanket!” you snapped, spinning toward him. “It’s just… it’s too heavy! And too hot! And it feels weird! Everything feels weird!”

“You’re on your period, baby,” he reminded softly, taking a slow step toward you. “You’re not thinking straight.”

“Stop saying that like I’m five,” you whined, backing away when he reached for you, voice breaking. “I’m just… I don’t know, I’m not mad but I wanna scream.”

“Oh, angel,” he murmured, catching you by the wrist. “You’re throwing a tantrum.”

You immediately tried to yank your hand away. “I am not.”

But Heeseung’s grip was firm—not rough, just final—and he pulled you in until your cheek hit his chest, your fists pushing against him uselessly.

“You’re being cranky, baby girl,” he said into your hair. “And now you’re gonna cry, aren’t you?”

“I’m not!” you sniffled, eyes stinging.

“Yes, you are,” he hummed, arms circling around you even as you squirmed against him. “You’ve been fighting me all morning like a little brat. Is that what you are right now? My little brat?”

“Stop it,” you whispered, cheeks heating. “I just feel wrong…”

“I know,” he cooed, softening just a little. “You’re sensitive. You’re overwhelmed. Your body hurts. But throwing a fit and pushing me away? Hm-mm, baby. That’s not how we do things.”

Your chin trembled.

“I didn’t mean to…”

“I know you didn’t,” he said firmly, tipping your face up with one hand, eyes locked on yours. “But that doesn’t mean you get to act like a spoiled girl just ‘cause you feel bad. You ask for help. You come to me. You don’t run away and cry on the bathroom floor like a lost kitten.”

You blinked up at him, tears slipping over your cheeks now — not from shame, not really. From how seen you felt. From the warmth in his voice even when he scolded you. From the comfort of being held accountable and cared for all at once.

Heeseung brushed the tears away with his thumb. “There she is,” he murmured, so gently it broke your heart. “That’s my good girl. Let it out.” You clung to him now, sobbing quietly into his chest, fists curling into the fabric of his sweatpants. “Hurts,” you mumbled. “Everything’s so loud and stupid…”

He scooped you up without another word, sitting down with you in his lap on the edge of the bed, rocking you slowly. One hand rubbed soothing circles into your lower back while the other gripped your jaw lightly, keeping your face tilted toward him.

“You’re lucky you’re cute when you’re cranky,” he muttered, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Even when you’re mean.”

“I’m not mean,” you sniffled.

He raised a brow. “You bit my knuckle earlier.”

“You tried to take my blanket,” you whispered.

He laughed — low and rich. “Because you were overheating and hallucinating about the moon.”

“It was rude.”

He smirked. “Mm. My poor little thing. Period pain, big feelings, no filter. I got you.” You melted fully against him now, limp in his arms, finally letting yourself fall into his rhythm — into the safety of his presence.

“You’re still in trouble,” he whispered against your ear, voice dark and fond. “But you’ll make it up to me later, won’t you, baby?”

You nodded slowly, warm and safe and fully undone.“…yes, hee. He smiled. “That’s my girl.”

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[hyukasluvr]

cranky, are we? — [L.HS]

heeseung with typical spoiled reader — around memebers (jaykehoonki) 𖥔 ݁ ˖*:･ | ᡣ𐭩 ᯓ fluff, comfort, babying | wc: 0.5k | marea talks: sorry for the inactivity guys.. moving was way more exhausting than I expected and I’m still doing my closet as we speak

You started to stir in Heeseung’s lap, your face scrunching up as a tiny whine left your lips. Heeseung immediately looked down, rubbing your back gently.

“What is it, baby?” he asked softly, his voice filled with concern.

You squirmed slightly, burying your face deeper into his chest. “M’not comfy,” you mumbled, your voice small and petulant.

The members glanced over, clearly amused.

“Here we go,” Sunghoon muttered, earning a playful shove from Jake.

Heeseung sighed softly and shifted you in his lap, trying to find a position that might soothe you. “You’re not comfy because you’re cranky, my little princess,” he said, brushing your hair back. “You didn’t nap long enough.”

You pouted, rubbing your eyes as you sat up slightly. “But the couch is scratchy,” you complained, tugging on the blanket he had wrapped around you. “And it’s too loud.”

“It’s not loud at all,” Niki said, grinning as he leaned against the wall. “You’re just fussy.”

You turned your head to glare at him, but the pout on your lips only made you look more adorable.

“Don’t tease her,” Heeseung warned, giving Niki a pointed look before turning his attention back to you. “Do you want me to move you somewhere else, baby? Maybe to a bed?”

You shook your head, clutching onto his shirt. “No… wanna stay with you.”

His heart melted at how soft and clingy you were. “Okay, okay,” he murmured, pulling you closer. “We’ll stay right here then. Just try to rest, hmm?”

But you didn’t settle. You kept shifting in his lap, letting out little huffs and whines that made the members glance at each other in amusement.

“Princess,” Heeseung said softly, cupping your cheek to make you look at him. “You’re getting yourself all worked up. What do you need? Tell me, my sweet girl.”

You blinked at him, your bottom lip jutting out. “I don’t know,” you mumbled, your voice shaky.

Heeseung sighed and kissed your forehead, his thumb brushing against your cheek. “You’re just overtired, angel,” he whispered. “Let me help, okay?”

Jake raised an eyebrow. “How does he put up with her when she’s like this?”

“He spoils her,” Jay said with a shrug.

“You’d spoil her too if she was curled up in your lap, looking like that,” Sunghoon said, nodding toward you.

Heeseung chuckled softly, overhearing them. “She’s perfect, that’s why,” he said, cradling your head against his chest. “Even when she’s cranky.”

You closed your eyes, letting his gentle words and soft touches soothe you. The members fell quiet, watching as you finally started to relax in Heeseung’s arms.

“See?” Heeseung said, smiling down at you. “All you needed was a little attention, huh, my princess?”

[hyukasluvr]

𝑀𝑦 𝐴𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑙 | 𝑃.𝑆𝐻

𝐁𝐟!𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

❥ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐈 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐜 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐞'𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞. ☹️

❥ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩

❥ 𝐬𝐲𝐩𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐬: 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤 𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬

❥ 𝐰𝐜: 𝟏.𝟑𝐤

❥ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲, 𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 (𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥, 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲, 𝐞𝐭𝐜.)

The apartment door creaked open with a soft thud against the wall as you stumbled in, shoes barely clinging to your feet, purse hanging awkwardly from your shoulder. The scent of cheap alcohol and strawberry lip gloss trailed behind you like a perfume made of bad decisions and longing.

“Sunghoonnnn,” you whined, voice dragging as you leaned heavily against the wall, struggling to kick off your heels. “Hooooniee!”

From the living room, Park Sunghoon appeared, dressed in a simple gray hoodie and black sweatpants, his hair slightly tousled from lounging on the couch. The second he laid eyes on you, his soft features wrinkled in concern.

“Oh, angel,” he sighed, making his way over. “You’re totally gone, aren’t you?”

You dropped your purse with a dramatic flop to the floor and flung your arms around his waist the second he was close enough. “Hoonie! I missed you sooo much!” you cried, your words muffled against his chest.

Sunghoon chuckled softly and wrapped his arms around you, holding you up as you leaned all your weight into him. “You were only gone for like… two hours.”

“Two hours too long,” you pouted, eyes glassy as you looked up at him. “You didn’t come with me. I was so lonely.”

He sighed again, kissing the top of your head gently. “I told you I had work to finish, baby. And you were the one who wanted to go out with your friends tonight.”

“I regret everything,” you said dramatically, throwing your head back. “Except seeing you now.”

Sunghoon couldn’t help but smile at your drunken antics, though his heart squeezed seeing how sensitive you got when you drank. You weren’t mean or angry—you just became the neediest, clingiest little thing in the world. And though he secretly found it adorable, he also knew it meant you needed a little extra care.

“Alright, let’s get you out of those shoes and into bed, yeah?” he said, lowering you gently onto the couch to deal with your heels.

You immediately pulled him down with you, arms tightening around his neck like a koala. “Nooo! Don’t leave me! Just stay here. Cuddle.”

Sunghoon laughed, almost losing his balance. “Princess, I’m not going anywhere. Just taking off your shoes. You’ll be more comfy.”

“You promise?” you asked, voice trembling like you were seconds from tears.

He leaned in and kissed your nose. “I promise. Hoonie’s not going anywhere.”

That calmed you enough for him to slide off your shoes and scoot you back on the couch, tucking a blanket around your legs. You clung to him the whole time like he was the only stable thing in a spinning world, and honestly, that wasn’t far from the truth for you right now.

“Here,” he murmured, lifting your legs into his lap as he sat beside you, pulling you into his arms. “Better?”

You nodded and buried your face in his neck, arms snug around his torso. “Mmm. Smell good. Like… fresh laundry and warm hugs.”

Sunghoon chuckled again, the vibrations in his chest soothing against your cheek. “That’s oddly specific. But thank you, angel.”

You let out a soft hum, content, for the moment.

He brushed his fingers through your hair, murmuring sweet things, pet names falling easily from his lips. “My sleepy baby. You had a big night, huh?”

You nodded against him, your lips brushing the skin of his collarbone. “Everyone was laughing and dancing and I just… I missed you so much, Hoonie. I wanted you there.”

“I know, baby. Next time, I’ll come with you,” he promised, rubbing circles on your back.

A few quiet minutes passed with you nestled against him, breathing slowing, your grip on him only tightening when he shifted slightly.

And then, tragedy struck.

Sunghoon felt the growing pressure in his bladder, grimacing silently. He hadn’t gone in hours, and now, of course, with you basically passed out on his chest, nature decided it was urgent.

He hesitated. You were relaxed now. Maybe… maybe if he was gentle enough—

But the second he tried to ease you off his chest, you clung tighter and whimpered. “Noooooo… don’t go…”

Sunghoon gently kissed your temple. “Angel, I’m just going to the bathroom. I’ll be right back, I promise.”

Your eyes fluttered open, lower lip already quivering. “You’re leaving me…”

“I’m not, baby,” he cooed, tilting your face up to him. “Just need a minute. Then I’m all yours again. You trust me, right?”

Tears welled up in your eyes and his heart shattered. “But you’ll be gone…”

Sunghoon cupped your cheeks, wiping away the little tears that started to fall. “Listen to me, okay? Just thirty seconds. That’s all. I’ll be back before you even miss me.”

You sniffled, holding onto his hoodie like your life depended on it. “Promise?”

“Cross my heart,” he whispered, kissing your forehead. “I love you, silly girl. I’ll be right back.”

Reluctantly, you let him go, curling up with the blanket in his absence. Sunghoon practically sprinted to the bathroom and finished in record time, washing his hands quickly before jogging back to the living room.

When he returned, the sight made him stop in his tracks.

You were curled into a tight little ball on the couch, blanket wrapped around you like a cocoon, face flushed and pouty. Your big teary eyes met his immediately, and your lower lip stuck out like you were five seconds from a meltdown.

“Hoonie…” you whimpered. “You left me…”

Sunghoon was already crossing the room to you, heart aching. “Oh no, no, princess, I’m here. I’m right here.”

You reached out like a child, and he gathered you into his arms, moving you into his lap, your legs on either side of his hips straddling him, you sniffled against his shoulder.

“You were gone,” you murmured. “I felt so empty.”

He kissed your cheek. “Oh, baby. I’m so sorry. I didn’t want to, but my bladder was gonna explode.”

“Still sad,” you whispered, pouting.

Sunghoon rocked you gently, his arms around you like you were made of porcelain. “You poor thing. My sensitive baby. You need me that bad, huh?”

You nodded against his chest. “Need you all the time. Forever.”

He smiled softly and kissed your forehead, your cheek, the tip of your nose, whispering after each kiss.

“My sweet girl… my clingy baby… you’re so cute, you know that?”

You hummed softly and curled further into him.

“Don’t ever be embarrassed, okay? I love taking care of you. Love it when you need me,” he whispered. “My pretty baby.”

Your breath hitched and you clung tighter. “Say it again.”

He nuzzled your hair. “You’re my princess. My baby girl. My angel.”

You smile softly against his neck, eyes fluttering closed.

Sunghoon smiled, holding you close, rocking you slightly. He brushed your hair back and kissed the crown of your head again and again.

“Gonna cuddle you all night, yeah?” he murmured. “Keep you safe right here. You don’t have to be strong or sober or anything at all. Just my girl.”

You mumbled something incomprehensible, too sleepy and tipsy to form real words, but your hands stayed clutching his hoodie, fingers curling around the fabric like you were anchoring yourself.

Sunghoon wrapped the blanket more tightly around you both and settled deeper into the couch, adjusting you in his lap so your head lay perfectly over his heart.

“Sleep now, princess,” he whispered, pressing his lips gently against your temple. “I’m not going anywhere.”

A few more soft kisses trailed along your jaw, your cheek, the bridge of your nose.

“You’re safe. You’re loved. You’re mine.”

With a soft sigh, your body finally relaxed completely, your breathing slowing, the tears drying on your cheeks.

Sunghoon stayed awake a while longer, just stroking your hair and watching you sleep with a fond, protective look in his eyes.

“Goodnight, my angel,” he whispered once more. “Dream of me, yeah?”

And in the quiet comfort of the dimly lit room, he held you like he’d never let you go.

End.

[hyukasluvr]

heeseung with sleepy gf . . . fluff, babying

— 🪽a/n: hi angels sorry I’ve been caught up w many things recently so I kinda ghosted y’all so here’s an old draft I’m pretty bias about..

Heeseung holds you upright with one arm while his other hand carefully works shampoo into your hair, massaging your scalp gently. Your body stays completely limp against his, your forehead resting against his collarbone as you let out the softest, sleepiest little whines.

“Mmm… don’t wanna…” you mumble, voice muffled against his skin.

“I know, baby,” Heeseung sighs, tilting your head back slightly so he can rinse the soap out. “I know you don’t wanna, but you’re all sleepy and warm—this will wake you up a little, okay?”

You only let out another tired noise in response, making him chuckle under his breath.

Once he’s rinsed your hair, he grabs the loofah and starts lathering soap over your body, moving so delicately, as if he’s handling a porcelain doll. He coos at you the entire time, whispering little reassurances, telling you how good you’re being for him, how proud he is of you for letting him take care of you.

But then, as he’s finishing up, he realizes just how much you’re struggling to stay awake. Your hands clutch onto his forearms, your head lolling against his chest, your eyelids fluttering shut every few seconds.

“Sweetheart,” his voice turns a bit more serious, “I need you to stay awake, okay? Just a few more minutes.”*

You whimper in response, the sound tiny and pitiful. “M’tryin’…”

“I know, baby,” he sighs, cupping your face so tenderly. “I’m sorry, I know it’s hard. You’ve been working so, so much, haven’t you?”

You nod slowly, your bottom lip trembling. “So much…”

“I know, princess,” he murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. “That’s why I need to take care of you, okay? No more stressing, no more overworking yourself, just let me take care of everything.”

You sniffle, leaning into his warmth. “O-okay…”

“That’s my good girl,” he whispers, and it sends the tiniest shiver down your spine.

After quickly rinsing you off, he wraps you up in the fluffiest towel, drying you gently as he cradles you in his arms. Your little fingers curl into his shirt as he carries you out of the bathroom, your body so warm and delicate in his hold.

“All done, angel,” he hums, sitting you down on the edge of the bed. “Let’s dry your hair, then I’ll tuck you in nice and warm, yeah?”

But when he grabs the hairdryer, you let out a tiny whimper and shake your head, your eyes suddenly glassy.

“What’s wrong, baby?” he asks, kneeling in front of you.

You sniffle, blinking up at him. “Y-you’re mad at me…”

His brows knit together instantly. “What? Baby, no, I’m not mad at you.”

“You were mean to me…” your voice is so small, so fragile, “…when you told me to stay awake…”

Heeseung’s eyes soften immediately. “Oh, my sweet girl…” he sighs, pulling you into his arms. “I wasn’t mad, angel, I promise. I was just worried, that’s all.”*

“B-but it made me sad…” you mumble against his chest, your tiny body trembling slightly.

“I’m sorry, baby,” he whispers, rocking you gently. “I didn’t mean to make you sad. You’ve been so tired, haven’t you? I know everything’s been so overwhelming.”

You nod against him, sniffling softly.

“I just want you to be okay, sweetheart,” he continues, kissing the top of your head. “You’re so, so precious to me. I never want you to push yourself too much. That’s why I do all this, okay? That’s why I baby you so much. Because I love you.”

You stay quiet for a moment, just letting his warmth surround you. Then, in the tiniest voice, you whisper, “I love you too…”

Heeseung smiles, his heart swelling at your words. “I know, baby,” he murmurs. “Now, let’s dry that pretty hair of yours so I can cuddle my little princess to sleep.”

[hyukasluvr]

Oddly Attractive | psh

pairing: collegestudent!sunghoon x reader

wc: 4k

It was just another ordinary day in the university café, where students gathered to kill time between classes. You sat at your usual spot near the window, sipping on your iced coffee, when your gaze naturally drifted toward him.

Park Sunghoon.

Dressed in his signature black hoodie, sleeves slightly pushed up to reveal his forearms, he leaned against the counter with his hands in his pockets, casually chewing gum. The way his jaw moved, sharp angles catching the light, made him look effortlessly cool. His dark hair was slightly tousled, and his expression was unreadable—calm, detached, but somehow mesmerizing.

You weren’t exactly staring (at least, that’s what you told yourself). It was just… hard not to look.

The problem? Sunghoon noticed.

Mid-chew, he suddenly turned his head, locking eyes with you. Your heart stuttered in your chest, and your eyes went comically wide, like a deer caught in headlights.

Oh no.

Your first instinct was to look away, but your brain short-circuited, and instead, you just… froze. Mouth slightly parted, coffee straw still between your lips, blinking at him like a clueless little bunny.

And to your horror, instead of looking away, Sunghoon tilted his head slightly, amused. One corner of his lips quirked up as if he had caught onto something interesting. He bit down on his gum, still chewing, eyes scanning you with a flicker of curiosity.

Then—pop.

He blew a bubble and let it burst, the sound snapping you out of your trance. Embarrassed, you quickly buried your face in your cup, pretending to be deeply invested in your drink.

But Sunghoon? He chuckled. Low and barely audible, but enough to make your stomach flip.

When he turned back to his friend, resuming his casual stance, you swore you saw him sneak one last glance at you.

And just like that, you became interesting to him.

For the next few minutes, you sat there, desperately trying to recover from the absolute mortification of being caught staring. You even pulled out your phone, pretending to scroll, but your mind was a mess.

Did he actually smirk at you? Did he laugh? Oh god, did you just make a fool of yourself?

Stealing a cautious glance, you noticed that Sunghoon was still leaning against the counter, casually listening to his friend talk, but every now and then, his gaze flickered in your direction. Not obvious, not lingering—but definitely there.

What does this mean?

You weren’t exactly the type to catch the attention of someone like him. Sunghoon had this untouchable aura—cool, effortlessly attractive, the kind of guy people naturally gravitated toward. Meanwhile, you were just… you. A little on the cutesy side, sometimes clumsy, the type of person who got flustered way too easily (as proven just now).

Yet, for some reason, he seemed amused by you.

The café started to get crowded, and Sunghoon finally pushed himself off the counter, lazily stretching before shoving his hands into his hoodie pocket. Just when you thought your little moment had ended, he began walking—right in your direction.

Panic set in.

Oh no, oh no, oh no.

Should you look at him? Pretend not to notice? Hide under the table?!

But before you could decide, he was already passing by your table. And then—

"You daydream a lot, huh?"

His voice was smooth, laced with teasing, and you barely had time to register what he said before he walked past, disappearing through the café doors.

You sat there, stunned.

Sunghoon had just spoken to you.

Not only that—he had teased you.

And judging by the smirk in his voice, he definitely found you interesting.

For a good ten seconds, you just sat there, brain short-circuiting.

Did that really just happen?

Sunghoon—the Park Sunghoon—had noticed you. Talked to you. And not just in a passing, polite way, but in a way that suggested he saw you. That he had been paying attention.

Your fingers gripped your iced coffee tightly as you replayed his words over and over again.

"You daydream a lot, huh?"

The teasing lilt in his voice. The casual confidence. The fact that he had said it while looking directly at you, as if he had caught you in some secret of yours.

Heat rushed to your cheeks, and you instinctively buried your face in your hands. What were you supposed to do with that information?

"Uh… are you okay?"

A voice snapped you out of your spiraling thoughts, and you looked up to see your friend standing beside your table, holding their drink with an amused expression.

"You look like you just saw a ghost," they added, plopping down in the seat across from you.

You shook your head rapidly, trying to act normal. "No, no ghost. Just…" You exhaled, still in disbelief. "Sunghoon. He—he talked to me."

Your friend raised an eyebrow. "Park Sunghoon? The guy you always stare at like he's some kind of rare artifact?"

"I don’t stare at him!" you argued weakly, but the way your friend gave you a knowing look made you shrink in defeat. "Okay, fine, maybe I do. But that’s not the point! He noticed me. And he—" You paused, recalling the teasing tone in his voice. "—he thinks I daydream a lot."

Your friend snorted. "I mean… he's not wrong."

You groaned, resting your forehead against the table. "This is so embarrassing."

"Or," your friend countered, "it’s the beginning of something interesting."

You lifted your head, squinting at them. "What do you mean?"

They leaned in with a smirk. "I mean, Sunghoon noticed you. And not in a ‘who’s that random girl’ way, but in a ‘I’m intrigued’ kind of way. Trust me, guys like him don’t just tease random people unless they find them… amusing."

You blinked. "Amusing?"

"Yeah. And you? You're cute, a little clumsy, and have that whole innocent but chaotic thing going on." They shrugged. "It's probably refreshing for someone like him."

Your heart did a weird little flip at the thought. Could that be true? Did Sunghoon really find you interesting?

Before you could overthink it too much, your friend suddenly straightened. "Speaking of the devil…"

Your stomach dropped.

Slowly, you turned your head—and sure enough, there he was. Sunghoon had re-entered the café, hands still tucked into his hoodie, but this time, he wasn’t lingering near the counter.

He was looking directly at you.

Your breath hitched.

And then, with a small smirk, he popped his gum, tilting his head slightly—like he knew he was in your head rent-free.

You whipped back around, grabbing your friend's wrist in a panic. "What do I do?!"

Your friend barely held back a laugh. "Oh, you’re in trouble now."

Your brain went into full panic mode.

Okay. Act normal. Don’t make a fool of yourself again.

You grabbed the closest book from your bag—something you had been meaning to read but never actually opened—and flipped it open, eyes scanning the words without actually processing a single thing.

Busy. I look busy. Right?

Meanwhile, your friend sat across from you, clearly entertained. “Wow. Riveting stuff,” they teased, peering at your book. “Didn’t know you were so passionate about… whatever that is.”

You ignored them, hyper-aware of Sunghoon’s presence somewhere behind you. If he was still looking, you had no idea, but you weren’t about to check.

Nope. Not falling for it again.

You lifted your book higher, using it as a makeshift shield. If I can’t see him, he can’t see me. That’s how it works, right?

But then—

A smooth voice interrupted your frantic thoughts.

"Didn’t take you for the reading type."

Your heart stopped.

Slowly—so slowly—you peeked over the top of your book.

And there he was.

Park Sunghoon. Standing right beside your table, hands still stuffed in his hoodie, chewing his gum like he had all the time in the world. His gaze flickered to your book, then back to you, amusement dancing in his dark eyes.

You scrambled for a response. “I—I love reading!” you blurted out a little too enthusiastically.

Sunghoon raised an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth twitching. “Oh yeah?” He leaned slightly closer, just enough to catch a glimpse of the page. “So… what’s your favorite part?”

You panicked.

Your eyes darted down to the book, only to realize—to your horror—it was upside down.

Sunghoon followed your gaze, and the second he noticed, he let out a quiet chuckle. “Right. Big reader.”

You wanted the earth to swallow you.

Flipping the book the right way up, you cleared your throat, trying to salvage whatever dignity you had left. “I—I just started it! So, um… no favorite part yet.”

He hummed, clearly not buying it. “Mm. Sure.”

Your friend, the traitor, was barely holding in their laughter.

Sunghoon smirked again before taking a step back, still watching you like you were the most amusing thing he had seen all day. Then, with one last pop of his gum, he gave you a lazy nod.

"See you around, bookworm."

And just like that, he walked away, leaving you sitting there, gripping your book like it was a lifeline.

Your friend finally burst into laughter. “Oh my god. You really just did that.”

You groaned, burying your burning face into your hands. “I’m never showing my face again.”

But despite your embarrassment, you couldn’t ignore the way your heart raced—or the fact that Park Sunghoon had just given you a nickname

A few days later—

You had shared a class with Sunghoon for an entire semester, but before The Incident (a.k.a. the café encounter that haunted you daily), he had never so much as glanced in your direction.

And honestly? That was fine. You were content admiring him from afar, avoiding any more embarrassing situations.

But apparently, fate had other plans.

Because today, when you walked into class and made your way to your usual seat, you noticed something different.

Your table—usually half-empty—was now occupied.

By him.

Park Sunghoon.

Dressed in his usual black hoodie, hood down this time, revealing his perfectly messy hair. He was slouched back in his chair, long legs stretched out, lazily scrolling through his phone.

And you? You froze mid-step.

What the—

You blinked, wondering if you had somehow stepped into an alternate universe. Sunghoon had never sat here before. In fact, he usually sat with his own group near the back.

So why was he sitting at your table now?

As if sensing your presence, he looked up.

The second your eyes met, you felt your stomach drop.

For a moment, he just studied you, something unreadable flickering in his gaze. Then—

"You just gonna stand there?"

Your brain lagged. “H-Huh?”

He tilted his head, the faintest smirk playing on his lips. “You sit here, don’t you?”

You blinked rapidly, processing his words. Right. Your seat. He was literally in your seat.

Snapping out of your daze, you quickly slid into the chair beside him, keeping your movements as casual as possible—though the fact that your hands were trembling slightly wasn’t helping.

The entire time, Sunghoon didn’t look away.

Feeling self-conscious, you cleared your throat. “Um… you don’t usually sit here.”

Sunghoon shrugged, popping his gum. “Yeah. Thought I’d change things up.”

Change things up? What did that even mean?

Your mind was a chaotic mess of overthinking when the professor entered, signaling the start of class. But even as the lecture began, you couldn’t focus. Not when Sunghoon was right there, casually leaning back in his seat, twirling a pen between his fingers.

And definitely not when he suddenly turned to you and whispered, “You actually paying attention this time, bookworm?”

You nearly choked on air.

Your head snapped toward him, eyes wide. "What?"

He smirked, resting his chin on his hand. “Just wondering if you’re gonna pretend to take notes, or if you actually do.”

You gaped at him, heat rushing to your cheeks. “I—I do take notes!”

“Uh-huh.” He flicked his gaze to your blank notebook. “Sure.”

You quickly grabbed your pen, scribbling the first thing that came to mind just to prove a point.

Sunghoon glanced at your notebook. His smirk deepened.

Because instead of class notes, you had just written: Park Sunghoon is annoying.

Realizing too late, you immediately slammed your notebook shut, mortified.

Sunghoon let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. “Cute.”

And just like that, you were done for.

For the next few classes, Sunghoon kept sitting next to you.

At first, you thought it was a coincidence—maybe his friends were absent, or maybe he just liked sitting closer to the front now. But after the third time, it became very clear that he was doing it on purpose.

And the worst part? He wouldn’t stop teasing you.

—

You were furiously taking notes, determined to prove that you actually paid attention in class. Sunghoon, on the other hand, was slouched in his seat, lazily twirling his pen between his fingers.

Then, in the middle of writing, your pen suddenly slipped from your grasp, rolling off the desk and landing right at Sunghoon’s feet.

Before you could react, he casually leaned down, picked it up, and examined it.

“You really do take notes, huh?” he mused, clicking the pen a few times.

You gave him a pointed look. “Obviously.”

Sunghoon smirked. “Too bad. I think I’ll keep this.”

Your jaw dropped. “What?! That’s my pen!”

He twirled it between his fingers. “Finders, keepers.”

“Sunghoon—”

Before you could protest further, he smoothly tucked the pen behind his ear and looked straight ahead, pretending to focus on the lecture.

You narrowed your eyes. “Unbelievable.”

He only grinned.

—

The next time he sat beside you, Sunghoon pulled out a pack of gum, popping a piece into his mouth. You tried to ignore the way his jaw flexed as he chewed (because wow that was unfairly attractive).

Then, to your surprise, he held out the pack toward you.

“Want one?” he asked, voice casual.

You blinked. “You’re offering me gum?”

“Obviously.” His lips curled into a smirk. “Unless you’d rather keep staring at me chewing it.”

Your soul left your body.

“I—I wasn’t staring!” you spluttered.

Sunghoon only raised an eyebrow, clearly not believing you.

Flustered, you quickly grabbed a piece, unwrapped it, and popped it into your mouth, hoping he’d drop the topic.

But as you chewed, he leaned in slightly, voice dropping just enough to make your heart race.

“See? Now we match.”

You nearly choked on your gum.

Sunghoon just laughed.

—

One day, class was extra boring. The professor was droning on and on, and despite your best efforts, your focus was slipping.

That’s when you felt a tap on your notebook.

You looked down.

Sunghoon had drawn a tiny doodle on the corner of your page—an oddly-shaped stick figure with messy hair.

You gave him a confused look.

He smirked. “That’s you.”

You gasped. “That does not look like me!”

“It does.”

“It doesn’t!”

Instead of arguing, you grabbed your pen and counterattacked, drawing a messy blob with a frown.

Sunghoon glanced at it, then back at you. “What’s that supposed to be?”

“You.”

A beat of silence. Then, Sunghoon let out a quiet chuckle, shaking his head. “Wow. You really have it out for me, huh?”

You huffed, crossing your arms. “You started it.”

He just smirked, flipping to a blank page in his own notebook. “Fine. Let’s see who’s the better artist.”

And just like that, the two of you spent the rest of the class in a silent doodle war—completely ignoring the lecture.

—

Over time, it became normal for Sunghoon to sit with you, casually throwing teasing remarks your way. And while you tried to act indifferent, the way your heart skipped every time he called you bookworm or smirked in your direction made it impossible to ignore.

You had no idea why he suddenly found you interesting.

But one thing was clear:

You were definitely in trouble.

It had been weeks since Sunghoon started sitting next to you in class, and by now, it was practically routine. The teasing, the doodle wars, the stolen pens—none of it surprised you anymore.

But what did surprise you was what happened after class one day.

You were packing up your things, expecting Sunghoon to toss another sarcastic remark your way before leaving like usual. Instead, he lingered beside you, hands stuffed in the pocket of his black hoodie, chewing on his gum like he was debating something.

Then, casually—too casually—he said, “Hey.”

You glanced up at him. “What?”

He tilted his head slightly, expression unreadable. “Give me your number.”

You blinked. Wait, what?

Your brain short-circuited for a solid five seconds before you managed to process his words.

Then, a slow smirk formed on your lips. “Oh?” You leaned against your desk, raising an eyebrow. “You want mynumber?”

Sunghoon rolled his eyes. “Don’t make it weird.”

“I’m not making it weird,” you teased, tilting your head playfully. “I just didn’t know you liked me that much.”

His jaw clenched slightly, but the corners of his lips twitched. “I don’t.”

“Ouch.” You clutched your chest dramatically. “That hurt.”

He exhaled sharply, clearly trying not to laugh. “I just figured it’d be easier than bugging you in class all the time.”

“Ohhh, so you admit you want to bug me?”

Sunghoon let out a small groan, running a hand through his hair. “Y/N.”

“Yes?”

“Just give me your number.”

You tapped your chin, pretending to think. “Hmm… I don’t know. What’s in it for me?”

He gave you a deadpan stare. “You get the honor of having my number.”

You burst out laughing. “Wow. What a privilege.”

Despite his bored expression, you caught the amused glint in his eyes. “Are you done?”

“Hmm.” You pretended to consider it for a second longer before finally pulling out your phone. “Alright, fine.”

He handed you his phone without another word, and you quickly typed in your number, adding a little touch before giving it back.

Sunghoon glanced at the screen and immediately froze.

You had saved your contact name as "Bookworm Supreme 📖✨".

For a moment, he just stared at it, jaw tightening, as if debating whether to erase it.

Then, to your surprise, he huffed out a quiet laugh.

“You’re lucky I’m keeping this.”

Your grin widened. “That means you like it.”

“Shut up,” he muttered, shoving his phone back into his pocket. But you noticed the small smirk on his lips as he turned to leave.

And as you watched him walk away, your phone suddenly buzzed in your hand.

New Message from Sunghoon:
Don’t get too excited, bookworm.

You bit your lip, cheeks warming.

Yeah. You were definitely in trouble.

That night, you were curled up in bed, scrolling through your phone when a notification popped up.

Sunghoon: Yo.

You blinked. Already? He had your number for less than six hours, and he was already texting you?

You smirked, deciding to mess with him.

You: Oh? Is this Park Sunghoon texting me first?
You: Didn’t know you missed me that much.

Three dots appeared immediately. Then, they disappeared.

Then, they came back again.

You giggled to yourself, imagining him staring at his screen, debating whether to respond. A minute later, your phone buzzed.

Sunghoon: Delete my number.

You laughed, rolling onto your side.

You: Aw, are you shy?
Sunghoon: You’re annoying.
You: Yet you’re still texting me.

This time, the typing bubble hovered for a while before his reply finally came through.

Sunghoon: I had to. You made me keep that stupid contact name.

You bit your lip, amused.

You: Bookworm Supreme 📖✨ is an elite name. Be grateful.
Sunghoon: I literally won’t.
Sunghoon: Change it.

You gasped dramatically.

You: Not happening.

There was a long pause before he texted again.

Sunghoon: You’re actually impossible.
You: And yet, here you are, still talking to me.

At this point, you could feel his frustration through the screen. But instead of another sarcastic response, his next message caught you off guard.

Sunghoon: What are you doing?

Your fingers hovered over the keyboard, your heart doing a little skip.

Was Park Sunghoon… trying to have a normal conversation with you?

You: Just in bed. Why?

Another pause. Then—

Sunghoon: Just wondering.

You raised an eyebrow. Just wondering? That didn’t sound like him at all.

Curious, you decided to push him a little.

You: Wow, Park Sunghoon actually cares about what I’m doing? Didn’t know you liked me that much.

This time, the typing bubble appeared and disappeared three times before he finally sent something.

Sunghoon: You’re delusional.
Sunghoon: I was just bored.

You grinned, already sensing the shift in his tone.

You: Suuuure. Keep telling yourself that.
You: Admit it, you’d be lost without me.

And that’s when his response nearly made you drop your phone.

Sunghoon: You wish.
Sunghoon: But… I guess you do make class less boring.

You blinked.

What?

Park Sunghoon—Mr. Tease You Every Chance He Gets—just admitted that he actually liked sitting with you?

Your face heated up.

You: Wait. Are you being NICE to me right now?

A full minute passed. Then—

Sunghoon: Forget I said anything.
Sunghoon: Goodnight.

You stared at the screen, fighting the stupid smile creeping onto your lips.

Oh, this was fun.

You: Goodnight, Sunghoon.
You: Dream about me!

No reply.

You giggled to yourself, hugging your pillow.

Yeah. He was definitely flustered.

Ever since that night, texting Sunghoon became a regular thing.

It started with casual updates—him complaining about class, you teasing him about his questionable study habits ("What do you mean you never take notes?"), and the occasional "Did you eat?" texts that neither of you would acknowledge but always answer.

But somehow, it became more.

You found yourself checking your phone more often, half-expecting his sarcastic remarks, only to get thrown off when he’d randomly say something genuinely nice.

Sunghoon (9:42 PM): Hey, don’t forget your quiz tomorrow.
Sunghoon (9:42 PM): I know you suck at remembering.

Or—

Sunghoon (12:15 AM): Why are you still awake?
You (12:16 AM): Why are YOU still awake?
Sunghoon (12:17 AM): Touché. Sleep, bookworm.

And sometimes, it was just him being a menace.

Sunghoon (3:27 PM): You walk weird.
You (3:27 PM): WHAT
Sunghoon (3:28 PM): I saw you on campus today. Fix your posture.
You (3:28 PM): YOU’RE UNBELIEVABLE.
Sunghoon (3:29 PM): And yet, you love talking to me.

Yeah. You were definitely in trouble.

It happened on one of those weirdly chilly afternoons on campus. You hadn’t expected the sudden drop in temperature, so you were stuck in a thin sweater, hugging your arms while trying not to shiver.

Sunghoon, of course, noticed immediately.

“Are you cold?”

You glared at him. “No.”

He gave you a look. “You’re literally shivering.”

“It’s fine.”

Sunghoon rolled his eyes before—without warning—tugging off his black hoodie and tossing it onto your head.

You yelped. “What the—?!”

“Just wear it,” he muttered, rubbing his neck.

You pulled the hoodie off your face, staring at it in your hands before looking up at him. “Are you sure? What about you?”

“I’ll live,” he said flatly. Then, his gaze flickered to you. “Unless you’d rather freeze?”

You huffed but slid the hoodie on anyway. It was warm—and smelled exactly like him, a mix of fresh laundry and something subtly musky.

Sunghoon cleared his throat, looking away. “There. Now stop looking miserable.”

You smirked. “Wow, Park Sunghoon. Who knew you were such a gentleman?”

His jaw clenched. “Shut up.”

But the tips of his ears were red.

After that, Sunghoon never asked for the hoodie back. And you never offered to return it.

But something between you two… shifted.

He started walking you to class without making a big deal out of it.
You started waiting for him without realizing it.
He got so comfortable texting you that he didn’t even try to be sarcastic sometimes.

And then, one random evening, it happened.

Sunghoon: What are you doing Friday?

You raised an eyebrow at your screen.

You: Why?

A pause. Then—

Sunghoon: Just clear your schedule.

You blinked.

You: Are you… asking me out?

A full five minutes passed before he responded.

Sunghoon: Yes. Don’t make it weird.

Your heart stopped.

You: OH? PARK SUNGHOON LIKES ME??

Sunghoon: I take it back. Forget Friday.

You laughed, quickly typing—

You: Nope! You’re stuck with me now.

This time, he replied almost instantly.

Sunghoon: Yeah. I guess I am.

You stared at your phone, heat creeping up your cheeks.

Oh.

Oh.

You were definitely in trouble and you don’t mind one a bit.

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a/n: wew wrote this just because i went feral with that video😩

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Could you cry a lil' more? You look pretty... [P.SH]

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Sunghoon had never moved so fast in his life. The moment he heard the first broken sob, he was by your side, his hands cupping your tear-streaked face as your chest heaved uncontrollably.

“Hey, hey, baby—breathe,” he murmured, his voice low and soothing, though he was anything but calm inside.

You couldn’t. Your breaths were coming in sharp gasps, hiccups breaking through as more tears spilled down your cheeks. Your hands trembled as you gripped onto his hoodie, fingers twisting in the fabric as if it was the only thing keeping you from falling apart completely.

Sunghoon’s heart clenched. He hated seeing you like this—so small, so overwhelmed, so fragile. But at the same time, he couldn’t help but think about how heartbreakingly beautiful you looked. Your glassy eyes, your quivering lips, the way your flushed cheeks glistened with tears—it did something to him. He knew he shouldn’t be thinking about that right now, not when you were like this, but God, you looked so pretty when you cried.

Still, his concern outweighed everything else. He pulled you into his lap without a second thought, his arms wrapping around you tightly as he rocked you ever so slightly.

“I’m right here, princess,” he whispered, pressing soft kisses to your damp cheeks. “I’ve got you, I promise.”

Your sobs only grew more desperate, your entire body shaking against him. Your fingers dug into his hoodie, clinging to him as if you were scared he’d disappear.

“I—I can’t—” You choked on your words, your breath coming in sharp gasps.

Sunghoon immediately shifted, one hand sliding up to cradle the back of your head while the other found your trembling fingers. He guided your hand to his chest, pressing your palm right over his steady heartbeat.

“Follow me, baby,” he murmured. “Breathe with me, okay?”

He took a deep breath, slow and controlled. You tried—God, you tried—but your chest still felt too tight, your sobs refusing to let up.

Sunghoon pressed a kiss to your forehead. “That’s okay, angel. Take your time. I’m not going anywhere.”

His hand continued rubbing slow, soothing circles against your back, grounding you in the warmth of his embrace. He kept whispering sweet reassurances, his voice a gentle lull against the storm raging inside you.

Little by little, your sobs grew quieter, your hiccups less frequent. Your grip on his hoodie loosened slightly, though you still refused to let go. Sunghoon only held you tighter, his lips brushing over your temple as he whispered, “That’s my good girl. Just like that.”

Minutes passed before your breathing finally steadied, your exhaustion settling in as your body sagged against his. Sunghoon sighed in relief, pressing one last kiss to your damp cheek.

“There we go, princess,” he murmured. “I’m so proud of you.”

You sniffled, burying your face in his chest, your voice barely above a whisper. “Don’t let go.”

Sunghoon’s grip tightened immediately. “Never,” he promised.

And as he held you close, his heart still aching from your tears, he couldn’t stop himself from thinking—how could someone be this beautiful even when they were crying?

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soft nights — l.hs

synopsis: having a mental breakdown in front of your boyfriend—in which he comforts you. — teeth rotting fluff , a lot of babying/pet naming

Your sniffles turned into soft sobs, and before you could stop it, the tears started falling harder. You felt embarrassed—your chest heaving, your hiccups growing louder—but the flood of emotions was too much to contain.

Through your blurry vision, you glanced up at Heeseung, expecting him to look annoyed or uncomfortable. Instead, his face softened even more, his brows furrowing with concern.

“Baby, don’t hold it in,” he murmured, his voice so tender it only made your tears fall faster. He gently cupped your cheeks, brushing your tears away with his thumbs even though they were replaced by new ones almost instantly. “Let it out, angel. I’m right here.”

“I—I’m sorry,” you stuttered between sobs. “I’m such a mess. I shouldn’t be crying like this…”

“Don’t you dare apologize for this,” he said firmly but lovingly, tilting your chin so you’d look at him. “Crying isn’t a bad thing. You’ve been holding so much in, haven’t you? It’s okay, baby. Let it all out.”

His reassurance only broke down the walls you’d been trying to hold up. The weight of everything—the headache, the sleepless night, the stress—crashed over you, and you started sobbing so hard it felt like you couldn’t breathe. Your chest ached, and you clutched at his shirt with trembling hands, your knuckles going white from the effort.

“Hee, I—I can’t—” you gasped, trying to pull in air but only managing shallow breaths. Panic started to creep in as you shook your head, your sobs growing frantic.

“Hey, hey, shh,” Heeseung said quickly, pulling you into his lap as he adjusted his position to hold you tighter. “Breathe with me, baby. You’re okay. I’ve got you.”

He placed one hand on your back, rubbing slow circles, and the other on your chest, right where your heart was pounding. He inhaled deeply, exaggerating the motion to show you, then exhaled slowly. “Come on, angel. In through your nose… just like this.”

You tried to follow, hiccuping as you attempted to match his deep, steady breathing. His soothing voice guided you: “That’s it. Good girl. Just like that. You’re safe. I’ve got you.”

Gradually, the tightness in your chest loosened. Your breathing evened out, and though tears still rolled down your cheeks, the sobbing had slowed. Heeseung wiped your face again, this time pressing a soft kiss to your temple.

“You’re so strong,” he whispered. “You’ve been carrying so much, haven’t you, princess? But you don’t have to do it alone anymore. I’m here. I’ll always be here.”

His words made your heart swell, and though you were still shaky, a tiny smile broke through your tears. “Thank you, Hee,” you murmured, your voice baely above a whisper.

“You don’t have to thank me, angel,” he replied, hugging you tightly. “I’ll take care of you. Always.”

Safe in his arms, your body finally relaxed, and before long, exhaustion pulled you into a much-needed sleep.

[hyukasluvr]

thinking about boyfriend jungwon, who absolutely crumbles at the sight of you crying; he’d gingerly kneel in front of you, hands hovering just a few centimetres from your face, almost unsure if you’d prefer for him to give you some space— gently, he’d cup your cheek, thumb lightly grazing away the fat globules of tears streaming down your features.

“hey, hey; it’s okay, baby.. i’m here, i’ve got you”, he’d murmur, voice almost akin to a soft caress, one that’s barely audible beyond the sound of your choked sobs. he’s tracing small circles over the swell of your cheek, over your skin, and it feels as though there’s a hollow ache deep within his chest— it’s almost as if your tears kill him, hurt him so deeply, it stems as an uncomfortable twinge in the pits of his stomach.

he’d lean closer ever so slowly, pressing a kiss to your forehead— “you don’t have to cry alone, love; i’m here for you.. i always will be”, he’d mumble.

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     the prettiest to me [ft. s.jh]

REQ : ✩ GENRE : comfort CW/TW : use of "girl" + reader's insecurities arent specific + vaguely academia/official setting implied WC : 795 SUGGESTED 🎧: prettiest to me, hybs XOXO : guys ur all The nicest n prettiest ppl. btw + [m.list]

you didn’t hear him at first. the sound of your own thoughts, heavy and cacophonic successfully drowning out everything else. the only thing you had wanted was to get home as soon as possible, to be away from the weight of the tiring day.

away from the whispers. away from the way your reflection in the glass window seemed to taunt you, reminding you of every insecurity inducing aspect of yourself that you’d been trying so hard to ignore.

and then, a voice cut through the muted hum of conversations and soft shuffles of people leaving the room, shattering your daze.

“y/n.” 

shin junghwan's voice is soft when it calls out to you. soft enough that you can pretend to just not have heard it. you’ll deal with him later, when you’re more coherent and there aren’t tears threatening to tip over the second you dare to blink. you resolutely continue walking towards the door. 

but then, a surprisingly strong grip on your wrist causes your movements to stop and in one swift motion, you’re all but pulled back, ending up face to face with him.

“i’m talking to you.”

his intense gaze is fixed on yours and you find yourself almost incapable of breaking away. before you can even begin to muster up some sort of a defense, make some kind of excuse if nothing else, he speaks up. 

“you’ve been ignoring me. blowing me off whenever i tried to say something to you. d'you really forget how long we’ve been friends for? of course i noticed how stressed you’ve been these days. i ... i don’t know what it is exactly that’s troubling you but please, please let me help.”

to be fair, you hadn’t meant for it to get this bad. it had been easy enough to brush questions off at first, to wave away concerns with a vague laugh. you knew lying to him was out of question though. he knew you too well. so, fine, yes, maybe you were avoiding him.

however, being backed up in a corner like this by shinyu, the least confrontational person you knew, was apparently jarring enough for you to end up mumbling out your thoughts. how you didn’t feel comfortable with your appearance, how you ended up overhearing some .. comments which only further fed your insecurities and led to you not really knowing what to do with yourself. 

when you finally allow yourself to look up and gauge his reaction ... the way his grip on your wrist loosens abruptly, the absolute shock on his face almost makes you laugh.

“... seriously? from – from all the things i thought you would be upset about ..,” he steps back slightly, his tone incredulous as he studies your entire profile, “i really didn’t think it would be your appearance..

..i don’t get it. you have to know whatever that person said was absolute bullshit, right? you’re – you’re literally perfect. trust me when i say that i, of all the people possible, i would know better. how could i not?

“wait, but-,” you try to interject, but your attempts are to no avail.

“i swear to god, the only flaw you could possibly have is that you don’t see how amazing you are. but- y/n …,” he sighs, shoulders dropping slightly, “i just wish you could see yourself the way i see you. ”

“junghwan.” your voice is slightly shaky, unsure. “look, i… i do appreciate the sentiment really, but… what – what did you mean by that .. emphasis?...”

“...”

“junghwan?”

his voice is steady as he answers, albeit quiet, “right. i knew this would happen one day. i like you. a lot. have, ever since i met you actually.”

“oh.”

“you don’t have to say anything,” junghwan rushes to add, “i don’t expect an answer, really. i just… i just want you to stop being so hard on yourself. please.”

“... no promises," you say after a pause. “... but i swear i’ll do my best.”

“i’ll be here to remind you, then. as many times as you want.” he leans in, silently seeking permission before pressing a featherlight kiss to your forehead.

“shinyu, i…,” you can’t help but falter slightly, the warmth emanating from him making it a little more difficult to search for the right words. “just- wait for me okay? i clearly have things to work through. but i don’t want to lose you.”

“you won’t,”  he promptly reassures, “you’re stuck with me forever.”

that finally gets a laugh out of you. “that’s perfect, then.”

junghwan cups your face in his hands, allowing your forehead to rest against his. “hey." "i’m looking at you right now,” he murmurs, voice barely more than a whisper. “and you’re the prettiest girl in the world.”

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