jakemaroua

[jakemaroua]

🍓 Warnings: soft romance, playful teasing, forehead kisses, blushing, love that hasn’t been confessed (yet)

Pairing: bestfriend!Sunoo x f!reader

Genre: fluff, best friends to maybe lovers?

Mood: cozy blankets, giggles at 2am, stolen glances

Setting: your room, sleepover vibes, movies playing in the background

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⠀•⠀🧸 ──𝗌𝗇𝗎𝗀𝗀𝗅𝖾𝗌 & 𝗀𝗂𝗀𝗀𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗌𝗎𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖾. ( bffsunoo&fmr ) 𓈒 ◌ 𝖻𝗎𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗄𝖾𝗍𝗌 ◞ 2OO3⠀╱ 1:12am : 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 ‧ fluff / closeness / will-they-won’t-they ⋆ ˊ ✿𓍢 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐎𝐎 ˋ (⠀𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖽 .⠀) like if u love best friend cuddles ✉️ 𝝑𝝔

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sunoo’s been your best friend since forever.

the kind of person who brings your favorite snacks when you’re sad, who braids your hair while humming, who always sits way too close during movie nights and never seems to notice it.

or maybe he does, and just doesn’t mind.

either way, your heart can’t keep up anymore.

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“you’re hogging the blanket again,” you mumble, tugging the fabric from his side of the bed.

sunoo pouts. “i’m literally freezing, let me live!”

you both dissolve into sleepy giggles, tangled under the covers, legs brushing every few seconds like it wasn’t driving you insane.

the movie plays quietly in the background, but neither of you are really watching.

you can feel him sneaking glances at you — and when you turn your head, he quickly looks away, pretending to focus.

but his cheeks? bright pink.

“you’re such a terrible liar,” you whisper, poking his cheek.

he pouts again, swatting your hand. “am not.”

“are too.”

“okay, fine,” he grins, eyes sparkling. “maybe i was looking at you. what about it?”

you blink, surprised at his sudden boldness.

“i can’t stare at my best friend now?” he teases, nudging his nose against yours. “you’re cute when you’re sleepy.”

you roll your eyes, trying to hide your flustered smile, but he catches it — and melts.

his voice lowers just a little. “you really are cute, y’know.”

you look up at him, soft lighting catching the golden tones in his hair, his lashes brushing his cheeks.

his hand reaches for yours under the blanket, warm and shy.

“hey,” he says, gently, “can i tell you something?”

you nod.

“sometimes i wish you’d stop calling me your best friend,” he whispers.

“’cause… i don’t think that’s all i wanna be.”

your breath catches.

he leans in — slowly, so slowly — and places the lightest kiss to your forehead, lingering there for a second too long.

“but only if you want that too.”

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you don’t answer right away.

you just curl closer, resting your head on his chest, fingers still intertwined.

and sunoo?

he smiles so softly, you swear the whole room glows.

he doesn’t need a yes.

not tonight.

he just needed you — here, close, his.

and maybe tomorrow…

you’ll finally kiss him back.

❕ THE NEXT MORNING❕

you wake up warm. too warm.

there’s a soft weight across your waist, and someone’s breathing slow and deep into the back of your neck.

you blink slowly — and then it hits you:

sunoo’s arm is wrapped around you.

and you’re still in bed.

still tangled in the same blanket.

still wearing his hoodie from last night.

you don’t move.

you don’t even breathe too loud.

you just… smile.

his palm is resting gently on your stomach. his fingers twitch a little in his sleep, brushing your skin by accident — and your heart sputters in your chest.

you close your eyes again, pretending to be asleep, letting yourself have this moment.

this feeling.

this closeness.

but then—

“...are you awake?”

his voice is raspy, barely there.

you freeze.

“no,” you whisper back.

sunoo chuckles softly, breath brushing your cheek. “liar.”

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you finally roll over to face him, nose to nose under the blankets.

his eyes are half-lidded, sleepy, but there’s a softness there that’s so open it almost hurts to look at.

“you stayed,” you say quietly.

“you didn’t ask me to leave.”

you look down at the space between your bodies. there isn’t one.

“you… cuddled me.”

he grins. “you didn’t complain.”

you can’t help but giggle — then cover your face with the sleeve of his hoodie.

but sunoo gently pulls your hand down.

“hey. don’t hide from me.”

his voice is soft. too soft.

“last night… i meant it,” he says, brushing your hair from your face. “i don’t want to be just your best friend.”

your heart stops.

he swallows. “but if that’s all you want, i’ll still be that. always.”

you stare at him for a beat too long — and he starts to pull away, like maybe he regrets saying it.

but you don’t let him go.

you grab his wrist, cheeks hot, voice even hotter.

“i don’t want you to be just my best friend either.”

his breath catches.

“then… what do you want me to be?” he whispers.

you smile, shy and small.

“mine.”

---

his cheeks explode into color. he hides his face in the pillow, squealing into it like a teenager, kicking his feet under the blanket — and you laugh so hard you forget you were ever nervous.

when he pops back up, his eyes are glowing.

“okay,” he whispers, leaning in, “but if i’m yours… can i do this?”

he kisses your cheek. feather-light.

then your nose.

“and this?”

he kisses your forehead.

“and maybe someday…” he leans in just a little closer. “your lips?”

you nod, blushing so hard it hurts.

but you’re smiling.

and so is he.

Part two?

[jakemaroua]

⠀•⠀☁ ──𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗁𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋 & 𝗉𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗒 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗌. ( bfjake&fmr ) 𓈒 ◌ 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗁 fluff ◞ 2OO2⠀

sulky jake / clingy kisses ⋆ ˊ ✿

ᬊ𓍢 𝐉𝐀𝐊𝐄 ˋ✉️ 𝝑𝝔

it was quiet. almost too quiet.

and jake being quiet? now that was suspicious.

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it had been a slow sunday—the kind where sunlight filtered through the curtains in sleepy golden streams, where time felt like it moved in gentle stretches rather than minutes. you had been curled up with your book all morning, sipping warm tea, enjoying the peace of it all.

but then there was jake. sitting at the other end of the couch, arms crossed, lips pressed in a pout so dramatic it was honestly kind of funny.

he wasn’t talking.

he wasn’t smiling.

he wasn’t being his usual sunshine self.

and when you looked at him—just looked—he turned his face away with an over-the-top “hmph.”

yeah. something was definitely up.

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“jakey,” you hummed, voice light as you put your book down, watching him from the corner of your eye. “what’s with the face?”

he didn’t respond. not verbally, anyway. he just pulled the blanket up higher like it was some sort of shield and kept his pout firmly in place.

you scooted closer. “baby?”

nothing.

now you were sitting right beside him, knee to knee, one hand reaching to tug the blanket away. “you’re not gonna talk to me?”

finally, a sound. a mumble, quiet and sulky:

“you didn’t give me any kisses today.”

you blinked.

“…what?”

“you heard me.” he was frowning now, still not looking at you. “you’ve been reading and ignoring me. and i just—i dunno. i missed you.”

your lips curled up in the softest smile. “jake, you were literally laying in my lap for hours.”

“yeah, but you didn’t kiss me,” he argued, still refusing to meet your eyes. “not even once. not even a forehead kiss. that’s like. borderline betrayal.”

“so you’re sulking,” you say with a playful lilt, finally moving close enough to cup his face in both hands, thumbs brushing his warm cheeks. “because i didn’t smother you in affection?”

he nods.

you giggle, leaning your forehead against his. “you’re such a dramatic little thing.”

“i’m your dramatic little thing,” he says instantly, finally breaking into a shy grin. “but still. you owe me like… a hundred kisses.”

“oh, do i?”

he nods again. “minimum.”

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you end up tangled on the couch, your fingers playing with his hair as he presses soft kisses to your cheek, your neck, anywhere he can reach. the sulking fades quickly—like it always does—and in its place is the jake you know: clingy, warm, and so, so easy to love.

“next time,” he whispers, half-asleep with his head tucked into your neck, “i’m charging interest.”

“you’re impossible,” you whisper back, but your hand stays in his hair, your lips pressed against his temple.

and yeah, maybe you forgot to kiss him that morning.

but you’d definitely make up for it now.

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