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[youngheejay]

Ok I think I’m gonna delete the app because IT’S DISTRACTING ME FROM STUDYING I will be back after exams

requests stay open, I will get to them after I’m back !!!

Also @the ones who already sent some,,, I will get to you after my break!!

[youngheejay]

Hi my lovelies 💞

I wanted to tell you that I’m taking a break because of exams. I’m sorry for making you wait for the second part of Burden of the Vow and the Mafia series but I can’t write properly with the exam stress :(((

I hope you guys are okey with me posting in a month again ☹️🤍

[youngheejay]

Niki has a tattoo. That’s it. He’s officially a grown up and not the cute little teen boy anymore 🥹🥹🥹🥹😭😭😭

[read in Jake’s voice] gasps loudly: “Niki-saaan!!“

I wonder what the member’s reactions were. 😭

Jungwon was 100% a disappointed Asian mom.

Hee probably encouraged him like he did on stage last time Niki took of his jacket and looked at hee for permission or encouragement 😭😭 he probably did that for the tattoo too lollll

[youngheejay]

Burden of the vow😭, it was so good but so emotional especially when you took us back in time. Hope the second one is coming soon. Take your time, no rush but like rush. You get?

🌸- anon

Hiii 🌸 anon!! (omg I love that I have emoji anons now)

🤣🤣🤣🤣 I will rush !!!

Thank you so much for your message I appreciate it a lottttt ❣️❣️❣️

I also was hoping that the ‘memory flashbacks’ will make it more emotional. I’m glad you liked it ❤️

I’ll try my best for the second part!

[youngheejay]

I just wanna kiss his tummy 🙊

WHO SAID THAT ??? 🫷🏼😬🫸🏼🫵🏻

[youngheejay]

Hii girlie! How have you been?

I was just thinking and daydreamin a minute ago ,and I thought that we need iconic ,,who did this to you" line in upcomiin mafia series if thats posible and okey with you.

Like since most of us are mentaly ill people(jokin) and are into heavy angst , I think It would be perfect line after reader gets hurt or somthing, but if you dont like to use it's fine.

Love you❤️

(BY THE WAYY, I'M EAGER TO READ PART 2 OF THAT ONESHOT YOU DROPPED DAYS AGOO)

HIIII BESTIE I MISSED YOU ❤️💔

Oki thx for the idea I will definitely use it !!

And yes we’re all mentally ill that’s why we like some good angst lol 😂

AND YESSSS PART TWO OF THE OTHER FIC IS ALSO COMING SOON though I’m already telling you I will first publish the second part of this and after that I will continue the Mafia series I hope that’s ok ❤️

Love you toooo ❣️

[youngheejay]

Hello, I just wanted to see I really liked your Burden Of Vow fic, it made me cry, made me smile and made me feel so many emotions

If you any ideas when you will update the next part. Also eagerly waiting for the series. Don't feel any pressure, pls update at your place, just want to tell the I am reader who would be waiting patiently.

Thank you for writing 🥺

🕯️anon

Hi 🕯️ anon !! Omg you’re my first emoji anon 🥹 welcome!!

Thank you so much for telling me you want a part two it gives me sm motivation!!

I don’t know when I’m publishing it but don’t worry it will come ❣️

Btw I’m so happy it made you cry that was my goal 😭❤️

[youngheejay]

This sums up my previous post lol

🐈‍⬛: Well, I'm the type of person who tends to overthink things. It's not just as simple as "oh, there's no water". My perspective has shifted a bit.

Of course, being a good singer, dancer, and being good-looking are all very important aspects of being an artist...that's the core of the job. But I've come to feel that, even before being a singer, it's a profession that affects a lot of people, not just bringing joy, but also a wide range of emotions.

Especially in places like fan sign events, where I get to have sincere conversations with fans, I realized early after debut that what we give isn't just joy or quick dopamine hits. That's really only a small part of it. Over time, I started to feel more deeply about how my actions, the way I think, and the influence I have might affect others. It made me reflect a lot.

The idea of what's "right"...the definition of that is something no one can set in stone. Everyone has their own standard of what's right. But even so, I want to do my best to be someone who lives by what I believe is right and try to pass that on to others as much as I can.

So I often find myself hitting a wall, constantly questioning what "right" even is. Even if I think one way, someone else might think differently. That makes me more cautious about the things I say.

Because of that, I've had more and more fans come to me for advice, sharing their worries, even asking for guidance about their future when we talk in person. And every time that happens, I really feel the weight of my words. (X)

I'm proud to call you my bias, my inspiration! I don't only see you as an idol but also the person behind the artist that you are. You are a wonderful artist and person, Jay.

[youngheejay]

We never know who our idols are behind the scenes and how much they act in front of the camera—in front of us.

But I genuinely think and hope that Jay is a genuine guy who has a kind heart and takes his idol job very seriously in all aspects.

He seems to be aware that he has a big responsibility being an idol.

I genuinely hope he will stay true to his words but we never know since we don’t know our idols.

🐈‍⬛: Well, I'm the type of person who tends to overthink things. It's not just as simple as "oh, there's no water". My perspective has shifted a bit.

Of course, being a good singer, dancer, and being good-looking are all very important aspects of being an artist...that's the core of the job. But I've come to feel that, even before being a singer, it's a profession that affects a lot of people, not just bringing joy, but also a wide range of emotions.

Especially in places like fan sign events, where I get to have sincere conversations with fans, I realized early after debut that what we give isn't just joy or quick dopamine hits. That's really only a small part of it. Over time, I started to feel more deeply about how my actions, the way I think, and the influence I have might affect others. It made me reflect a lot.

The idea of what's "right"...the definition of that is something no one can set in stone. Everyone has their own standard of what's right. But even so, I want to do my best to be someone who lives by what I believe is right and try to pass that on to others as much as I can.

So I often find myself hitting a wall, constantly questioning what "right" even is. Even if I think one way, someone else might think differently. That makes me more cautious about the things I say.

Because of that, I've had more and more fans come to me for advice, sharing their worries, even asking for guidance about their future when we talk in person. And every time that happens, I really feel the weight of my words. (X)

I'm proud to call you my bias, my inspiration! I don't only see you as an idol but also the person behind the artist that you are. You are a wonderful artist and person, Jay.

[youngheejay]

Thank you sm for including my work ❣️

park sunghoon fic recs! part 3 ೀ

ೀ professor!sunghoon - @pompvdding

ೀ 𝜗𝜚   ॱ˖ 𝐴 𝐵𝑜𝑦 𝑊ℎ𝑜’𝑠 𝐽𝑎𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐾𝑖𝑛𝑑 - @lovhrin (sunghoon being your jacked and kind bf)

ೀ traditionally nontraditional | park sunghoon - @jayparked (newly married, you and your husband love creating your own...unique traditions)

ೀ BORN TO DIE ( ✦ ) SUNGHOON - @blairbliss (IN A NUTSHELL: a sniper assigned to eliminate a target, freezes as he realizes it’s his ex)

ೀ ── .✦ such a mess together - p. sunghoon - @purinfelix (the cute little girl you tutor is always going on about how you should date her smart, good-looking older brother, so why is your annoying, cocky classmate opening the door instead of her?)

ೀ force me and choke me till i pass out - p.sh - @hoonstqr (choking kink, slight degradation, backshots, spanking, unprotected sex)

ೀ * ˚ ✰    — ‘ KISS IT BETTER ’  p.sunghoon - @lhseungs (your boyfriend sunghoon walks in on you moaning his name while fucking yourself)

ೀ A REUNION TO REMEMBER - @jaylaxies (You last met Park Sunghoon when you were attending high school, more precisely, when he had gained enough courage to ask you out, not knowing that the most popular girl of the school was already taken by the senior who was equally as popular. Four years later, your batch decided to hold a reunion back in your town, where you meet Sunghoon again. Only, the problem is that he's hotter than ever and you can't, for the life of you, keep your eyes off him)

ೀ (   ➴ ) 𝖪𝖨𝖲𝖲 𝖧𝖨𝖬, 𝖭𝖮𝖳 𝖬𝖤! ♡ - @bambisnc (𝗂𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝗌𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗇 𝖼𝖺𝗇'𝗍 𝖿𝗂𝗀𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆 𝗌𝗈 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝖻𝗈𝗒𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽 .. 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌)

ೀ I LIKE ME BETTER ⭑ WHEN I'M WITH YOU - @callikari (to be young and in love is to cherish the moments. (like when sunghoon gets jealous for your affection))

ೀ •*⁀➷ 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐢𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧! - @heethera (you just moved into a new building, right across from three loud guys. two said sorry and the third couldn’t care less)

ೀ ( ✶ ) STEPBROTHER!SUNGHOON ⎯⎯ 🐑 - @hooniehon (masturbation non consented video taking his friends are pervs..)

ೀ jealousy - @sourkiki (explicit mature content, established relationship, dom! sunghoon x fem! reader, jealous! sunghoon, sunghoon's hella mean here, fingering, begging, edging)

ೀ making brownies with sunghoon - @urlovebot

ೀ riding sunghoon - @emisluvr (smut (18+ mdni!), riding, dirty talk. biceps kink, teasing)

ೀ Could you cry a lil' more? You look pretty... [P.SH] - @marsdql (fluff, sunghoon cant over how pretty you look when crying to him)

ೀ You’re Fired | psh - @tobiosbbyghorl

ೀ ECSTASY﹑park sunghoon - @doucious (𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂 𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾. 𝗂’𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝖾𝗌)

ೀ ──── YOU LIKE IT ❆ psh - @lovergirldotcom (stepcest, perv hoon, dubcon!)

ೀ change my mind - park sunghoon - @enh2pen

ೀ SLOW DOWN ㅤ★ PARK SUNGHOON - @itsminjify (𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽, "𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄 𝗆𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗂'𝗆 𝖿𝖺𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗌," 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽, "𝗈𝗄𝖺𝗒.")

ೀ smotherlove - @nephynes (For some stupid reason, you thought letting your boyfriend fuck your best friend would be harmless—a weirdly selfless gift, nothing more. But when it breaks something in you, Sunghoon starts playing dirtier than ever. He says he did it for you, but now he won’t let you forget who he belongs to—or who you belong to)

ೀ 이럼 안돼 don't touch, don't do it - @enjakey (A detective falls for his beautiful neighbour, a kind kindergarten teacher- only to discover she’s a drug holder hiding secrets in their swanky apartment building. But when love and loyalty clash, how far will he go to protect her… even if it means betraying the badge?)

ೀ Hoodie Thief | psh 🔞 - @tobiosbbyghorl (roommate!sunghoon x reader)

ೀ ⟢ once again - psh - @ki2rins (in which sunghoon try each and every way to win you back!)

ೀ 𝑳𝑫𝑹 (𝑳𝑜𝑣𝑒, 𝑫𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑹𝑜𝑏𝑜𝑡𝑠) - @flqwerjo (Men sucked, Real men sucked ── they don't know shit and only think about themselves. And as if the gods had heard you , you've found a website that sounded ridiculous enough not to click ── you just had to check it out. Build your own boyfriend ; they really meant it when they said that. So , for the fun of it ; you've built your own boyfriend and ordered him. What you didn't expect was for your Robotic 'Boyfriend' to gain self awareness and for you to fall for him)

ೀ Stubbles and Kisses - @youngheejay (Sunghoon x fem!reader [established relationship])

[youngheejay]

I THINK IM THE ONLYYYYYYY ONE WHO SEES JAY AS A BOY DAD?????!!!!!

I THINK HE WOULD BE LIKE HIS OWN DAD!!! SUPPORTING AND SPOILING HIS SON BUT ALSO RAISING HIM TO BE HUMBLE AND CONFIDENT YOU GET WHAT IM SAYING?!?!?!?

HE WOULD MAKE SURE TO RAISE HIM TO BE A PROPER GENTLEMAN 😭😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️❤️ A MINI JAY

But 100% agree with Jake being a girl dad ;; I think the rest would be too nervous/unsure how to raise a girl except for Jake

He’s got that softness in him that a girl needs for her father to have 🥹🥹

Does someone agree ?🤣

GUYS ENHA BOY OR GIRL DAD

IMO IT’S

hee - boy

jay - girl

jake - girl

hoon - boy/girl (idk i see him being both equally not leaning towards any in particular)

sunoo - girl

won - boy

ki - girl

DO WE AGREE? heavyyy on jake 😭😭😭

YESS i agree anon !! only thing is i kinda see hee as a girl dad.. heavy on jay tho omg ㅠㅠ this is so accurate help

[youngheejay]

Burden of the Vow

Jay x fem!reader [married] Synopsis: Every marriage has its ups and downs. But will they be able to protect their marriage from this burden?

Contains: heavy angst (beware), happy ending, smut, fluff

It all happened so quickly.

It sounds so cliche but that’s how it was.

Quickly, in a blink of an eye.

It could’ve been prevented. Of course. You should’ve been more careful.

“Mrs. Park?”

Your vision focused on your doctor.

“I asked you if you know when your husband is coming.”

“I-“ your voice cracked, the lump in your throat was too big, you weren’t able to speak. You just shook your head.

“I’m going to ask you one more time.” She looked at you with soft eyes as she empathetically rubbed your arm, “are you sure you want to wait for your husband?”

You nodded.

“And you’re aware that waiting will risk the chance of complications? The longer we wait the higher the chance that you’ll get an infection. It can cause serious complications and can even lead to your death.”

You nodded again.

The doctor sighed.

“I will have to ask you to sign this paper. That you’re agreeing to the risks and are willingly waiting.”

You didn’t even read the paper that you signed. You didn’t notice when the doctor left the room. You just stared at the clock.

10:42 am.

It happened at 9:26 am. One hour and 16 minutes had passed.

So much had happened.

“Miss…” Heiran, the lifelong housekeeper who Jay grew up with—or who raised Jay, as he would say—entered the room.

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t reach him.” She said timidly, as if she was feeling guilty.

You just nodded. He always muted his phone when he’s in important meetings. And the meeting today was the most important one in his life. Of course you had to ruin it for him.

“Sunghoon,” you rasped weakly. But then you quickly shook your head. “No. We can just wait. The meeting is too important,” you whispered faintly.

Heiran furrowed her wrinkly eyebrows, “Ma’am.” But you just shook your head and turned in the bed, your back facing her and the door where she was standing at.

Heiran left the room with a heavy heart, with shaky hands she searched for Sunghoon’s number. Hopefully he’ll pick up the phone.

The bell ringed but after a while it reached the mailbox. She tried again. Again the mailbox. Then again. Again, mailbox.

She sat on the chair as she held her phone tightly in her hands.

“What happened?” Her husband asked panicked, panting from old age as he sat beside her.

“Honey!” She cried as she threw herself on her husband. Her husband consoled her, “shh… everything’s alright…”

“Everything happened so quickly.” She hiccuped, “it’s my fault. She even told me she was feeling off yesterday night. I told her she’s worrying too much.” Her shoulders shook in her husband’s embrace.

“It’s okey… it’s okey… it’s not your fault. It’s nobody’s fault,” his raspy voice soothed her.

Suddenly, the phone on her lap began to vibrate. She quickly looked at the caller—Sunghoon.

“Do you want me to…?” Her husband offered. But she shook her head, she needed to be brave. For Jay. For you.

“Ma?” Sunghoon spoke as soon as she took the call. “Is everything alright? Why did you call me so many times?” Worry already laced in his voice even though he didn’t know anything yet.

The only thing he could hear was a hiccup through the phone.

“Sunghoon- Sunghoon-ie” she sobbed.

“Ma? What’s wrong? Is everything alright?? Why are you crying? Are you hurt?” His panicked voice echoed in her ear. She shook her head. “No.” She sobbed.

“What’s wrong?” He repeated desperately, his heart hurting hearing the woman who raised him cry.

“Y/n- y/n, she-“ she couldn’t go on as a heartbreaking wail escaped her throat.

“What’s with y/n? Is she hurt? Ma, please.” He begged her to tell her what was wrong.

“Y/n- she- her baby-“ she sobbed, unable to form a coherent sentence.

“Her baby?? Is she okey? Is she giving birth?” He was too clueless to think about anything negative.

Heiran always loved Sunghoon’s innocence and cluelessness. But in that moment she wished he would’ve understood without her pronouncing it.

“No, Sunghoonie-“ she hiccuped, “her baby- her baby died.”

He fell back on the chair he was previously sitting on. He whispered a small, “what?”

She wailed loudly.

His phone slipped onto the table with a loud thud.

He messily grabbed his head, his heart clenching in pain, “what?” he repeated.

“What happened?” He asked in disbelief as he clicked on the loudspeaker with a shaky hand.

“Her- her placenta partially separated from her uterus. It happened not even two hours ago when she said she was in- p-pain. When we arrived at the hospital the doctor announced the baby’s death.”

Sunghoon closed his eyes painfully. He didn’t want to imagine what you’re going through right now.

“I- I can’t reach Jay. Sunghoonie- please tell Jay. You have to tell him. Before his family tells him.” He immediately understood what she meant.

“Do they already know?”

“No- I’ve been wanting to tell him first. But he’s not picking up his phone.”

“Okey.” He nodded, “I know where he is.” He looked at his watch briefly. “His meeting is here, in the same hotel where we’re staying, Ma.” He hurried to the hotel door.

“Tell him quickly. They will find out and if they find out-“

“I know, Ma.”

“She’s- she’s- y/n- she is in pain. They gave her medicine but she’s- she’s in a shocked state. She needs Jay. You need to come quickly. She’s waiting for him,“ she hiccuped.

“Okey. We’ll come quickly.” His voice cracked but he didn’t have any time. He needed to hurry up.

Hastily, he went to the elevator of the 5-star hotel. Where was his meeting again?

He rushed to press the button, hoping he remembered it correctly.

When he stepped outside the elevator he was met with several businessmen. His meeting had ended. Sunghoon pushed past the people and found the meeting room.

There he was. Politely shaking hands with a man and laughing at his joke.

He doesn’t know it yet.

“Jongseong,” he called for him. Jay raised his eyebrows when he heard his name, turning his head to Sunghoon. His face twisted in confusion, his eyebrows furrowed, expressing: what the hell are you doing here? I’m busy, bro.

But when Sunghoon shook his head, standing with a distant away, eyes shaky, Jay had a bad feeling. He bid his farewell to his new business partner, excusing himself. The meeting room now left empty, except for the two friends.

“What are you doing here, Hoon? I’m busy. Don’t you have your online meeting-?” Jay began as soon as he reached Sunghoon’s earshot.

Sunghoon cut him off, “did you check your phone?”

“Not yet, why are you-“

“Jay.” Sunghoon cut him off yet again.

He looked at him with pity in his eyes. How do I tell him?

Jay furrowed his eyebrows, sensing Sunghoon’s seriousness.

“What’s wrong?” He asked cautiously.

When Sunghoon’s eyes filled with tears Jay quickly realised there must be something wrong. His mind played different scenarios.

He shook his head in denial, “is it the baby?”

When Sunghoon didn’t answer him, his tears now pouring down his face, Jay somehow understood.

It felt as if the floor began to shake. The air was suctioned out from his lungs. He collapsed on the floor, kneeling as his breath cut short. Sunghoon quickly went to him, holding him in a tight embrace. Jay’s shoulders began to shake, “tell me I’m wrong, Sunghoon.” His voice shaky.

Sunghoon shook his head, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” His tears fell on Jay’s shoulder.

Jay cried out loud. Sunghoon had never heard him like this before. His wails were ripping his heart apart.

Then everything went on in a blur.

“No. No. No.” he shook his head in denial, his hands ripped at his hair, tears falling on the ground.

“We have to go to the airport,” Sunghoon told him through tears. Jay continued to cry, his head continued to shake.

“Jay.” Sunghoon called him as sternly as possible. But it was just a weak attempt.

“You have to go to y/n now. Alright? She’s waiting for you.” He gripped his shoulder but he wasn’t listening. Sunghoon stood up from the ground, grabbing his friend’s arm, “come on, Jay. We can’t lose time.” He tried to sound stern. He tried to be strong for his friend. But his own tears continued to pour down his face.

He held onto him with a firm grip but Jay weakly shook his head. “No, no, no,” he sobbed. He didn’t have the strength.

“My baby…” he whimpered.

And that’s when Sunghoon lost it. Jay sobbed and wailed as he held onto Sunghoon’s arms, shaking his head over and over again.

“No, no, no. My baby,” he repeated, his chests heaving with every breath. The sound of his wails echoed through the room, raw and ragged.

Sunghoon patted his back, his own tears never stopping, “we have to go home now, okey?” He wiped his face as he tried his best to be strong for Jay.

The aching pain in your heart woke you up from your dream. Your closed eyes filled with tears. A single teardrop rolled down your temple, landing on your husband’s arm.

You slowly opened your eyes. The nightmare felt so real. You let out a small whimper. The tightness in your throat made it throb painfully.

Jay stirred slightly in his sleep, his breath heavy and deep against the back of your head. More droplets of tears wetted his arm underneath your head—a makeshift pillow ever since your usual pillow became uncomfortable and no other were suitable, except for his arm for some unexplainable reason.

You quickly put your hand on your swollen belly, accidentally grazing Jay’s other arm which was loosely wrapped around your hip, his hand dangling over your pregnant belly.

Your heart raced as you waited. Waited for any movements, any sign of your baby being alive. No, it can’t be. No. Your body began to shake. My baby. Jay’s arm was now completely wet with your tears.

Then. Before your breathing could get out of control, you felt a faint push against your palm, which was right under Jay’s loose hand. It was so light, any other person would’ve missed it. Except for a concerned mother.

The baby kicked only once and so faintly, as if to say: “Mommy don’t worry, I’m okey.”

You closed your eyes, relief washing over your whole body.

You rubbed the spot on your round stomach, whispered softly yet still shaken from the nightmare, “it’s okey, baby. Mommy just had a dream. Go back to sleep.”

You closed your eyes, not to sleep but to calm your nerves and racing heart down.

After a few moments, you couldn’t help but cry again. The nightmare had scared you so much. You tried to not make any noises, your hand clasped your mouth as your shoulders began to shake lightly against your husband’s chest.

The night went on and the only thing that filled the dark room were your faint whimpers alongside Jay’s soft snores.

You turned around in your husband’s embrace, the pain too unbearable. You needed his comfort right now.

“Jjongie,” you croaked in a whisper. When he didn’t react, you put your head closer to him, cheek pressing against his naked chest as you listened to his rhythmic heartbeat. “Jay,” you repeated desperately. His eyes fluttered opened, “babe?” he rasped tiredly.

That was all it took for you to sob loudly.

His eyebrows furrowed, arms tightened around you immediately in a protective manner. “What’s wrong?” He didn’t register what was going on, his brain fogged with sleep. The only thing that he noticed was your shaking figure.

Your hand clutched onto his bare chest—he always had the habit of sleeping in boxers only—nails digging into it as you continued to cry. “Babe, what’s wrong? Are you hurt? Is the baby hurting you?” He bombarded you with questions, his concern grew bigger and bigger. He tried to look at your face but you only buried your face into his chest in response, shaking your head. His hands glided over your body, looking for any injuries, caressing your stomach. When he couldn’t find anything he grasped your cheek and forced you to look at him. “Baby, why are you crying?” His eyes wide, worried.

“Is it the baby?”

You shook your head, your cries didn’t seem to stop. Jay pulled you into his chest, hand caressing your head as he tried to calm you down, “shh…” he hushed quietly, “I’m here. I’m here. Whatever it is,” he kissed your forehead gently, “I’m here.”

“It��s okey… I’m here, baby…” he patted your back, his heart clenching, wondering what made his wife so sad. When you finally calmed down, he tried again: “what made my poor wife cry so much?” He cooed softly. You hiccuped, pouting: “I- I had a dream.” Your voice was raspy, barely above a whisper. He hummed, his hand now holding your cheek to wipe away the tears. “Aww… my baby had a nightmare? Is that it?” He cooed, you nodded in reply. “What did you dream, darling?”

You looked up to him, misty eyes shaking as your lips turned downwards. He nodded, encouraging you to speak further.

“I- I dreamed that the baby died.” You bursted in tears as you hid your face in his neck again.

His face fell. He was lost at words, his own heart sank at the mere thought. The crease between his eyes deepened as he tried to hush you once more, now unsure himself.

“Love…”

“I-“ his voice cracked. His eyes blinked rapidly to suppress his tears. You couldn’t see him cry, he knew you would get more upset if you saw him cry. “It’s okey. It was just a dream,” he tried anew.

“But it felt so real,” you sniffled, “in the- in the dream you were somewhere else. And the baby died while you were away. In my belly. I was all alone. I can’t remember more but it felt so real, Jay.”

“Shh… it’s okey baby,” he rocked you in his arms as you shook in his embrace. “Baby, look at me,” he spoke softly, “hm?” He murmured softly.

With red puffed eyes you peeked at him. He kissed your reddish nose, his hand clasped yours which had been digging into his skin. He cautiously put your hand on his cheek, firmly holding onto it. The soothing tone of his voice echoed through the nightlife: “Tell me my love: am I here with you?” You bit your lip as you nodded apprehensively.

He put your hand on your baby bump, “is the baby here with us—with you?” You nodded again, this time firmly and swiftly. As if any other option would not be acceptable.

“If I’m here, and the baby’s here, then what do you have to worry about?” He kissed your forehead tenderly, your eyes closing automatically as his kiss melted the tension and worries away in you. “Nothing. Alright?”

“Okey?” He rubbed your baby belly to calm you down. And maybe to check for himself that the baby was fine.

“The baby is fine.” He murmured against your forehead, “right?” his voice small, you didn’t catch his uncertain undertone. You nodded your head softly, “the baby talked to me.”

“Yeah? What did he say?” He pushed a strand of hair behind your ear.

“He kicked me and told me he was fine, that I shouldn’t worry.” A soft breath escaped Jay’s lips as relief washed over him. He laughed softly, “see? Even the baby thinks you’re worrying too much.”

You smiled softly, now a little shy, “yeah… maybe I do.”

“But that’s what good mommas do, right?” He pressed a kiss to your temple, your heart fluttered at his compliment. “Mhm,” you hummed. He is right, I’m gonna be a good mommy. “And good daddies take care of worried mommies,” you whispered lovingly, kissing his chest. He pulled you closer, a faint smile spread across his face.

Suddenly he moved down to meet your stomach. Your top had already been ridden up, and he pushed it higher to reveal your swollen belly completely.

“Hi, baby.” He whispered softly against it, his hand caressing it in soft motions, “mommy is a little scaredy-cat, isn’t she?” You slapped his shoulder, “hey!” You looked at him with an angry frown. He laughed teasingly, “but it’s okey. That’s why she has me. I protect her from everything that she’s afraid of.” He kissed your stomach, “and when you grow up into a strong healthy man it will also be your responsibility to take care of your mommy, alright?” He waited a few seconds as if he waited for a response.

“Na, na, na, young man. Do not argue with me.” He spoke sternly. You laughed out loud, “are you scolding our unborn child?” His eyes glistened as a goofy grin spread across his face, “gotta teach them young who’s the boss.”

He turned his attention to your baby again. “Hey… why are you always so quiet when I’m the one talking to you...?” He pouted softly. “You always talk to mommy but not with daddy.” He rubbed his nose underneath your bellybutton. “Maybe because I don’t scold him when he didn’t do anything wrong?” You ruffled his hair.

“I’m sorry baby. Daddy didn’t mean it like that.” He pushed the bridge of his nose into your stomach, “hm? I will give you all the toys in the world but don’t be angry with me. Please?”

The baby kicked right at his nose. Hard. “Ouch!” He hissed as he held onto his nose, “he kicked me!”

“Yeah I felt that too,” you groaned at the pain, “he never kicked this hard before.”

He looked at your belly with a fake frown, “Now your appa is real mad. Go to your room!”

Your laughter echoed through the bedroom. “I always wanted to say that,” he grinned at you sheepishly. He peppered your stomach with tiny kisses.

He then sighed softly as he snuggled with your belly: “gosh, I can’t wait until he’s here.”

Enjoying the moment and cuddling closer, his eyes fluttered shut.

A voice pulled Jay out of his thoughts. He snapped his eyes open. He had been drifting through a memory.

“Jay…” Sunghoon began cautiously as they were sitting at the gate, waiting for their departure. Sunghoon just got off the phone with Heiran, his face expressed more worry.

“Heiran said… y/n will have to deliver the baby naturally…”

“what?”

“The doctors said that’s the normal procedure when- when you’re in a situation like that.”

Jay rubbed his face, “how is that even possible when she’s not even going into labour?”

“They will give her a medicine to induce the labour…” Jay nodded, his head understood but his heart felt heavy.

“Heiran said she’s refusing to do it until you are there. The doctors said she’s- she’s risking a serious infection and it could cause serious complications. The longer she waits the more likely complications will occur and will cause serious damage. She-“ he pause for a moment, “she could die but she’s stubborn. She wants to wait for you.”

Jay’s heart hurt. He couldn’t imagine it.

“You should call her. Tell her she should do it without you because,” he glanced at his watch, “the earliest we’ll be there is in 6 hours.”

Jay nodded absentmindedly. His vision focused on the floor. His mind racing. His heart burning with sorrow.

Sunghoon dialed Heiran’s number again.

Jay wasn’t listening to their conversation until Sunghoon gave him his phone, “it’s her.”

Jay just nodded, his throat tightening. He closed his eyes as he took the phone. He needed to be strong for her. She’s the one in pain not me.

“Y/n…” he murmured softly yet raspy.

Silence. He didn’t hear anything.

But then, there was a small whimper.

“Y/n…” he repeated as the tears rolled down on their own. “I’m coming, okey? I’m coming as fast as possible.”

You began to sob.

“Y/n, baby, listen to me. You need to be strong right now, okey? You have to hold on. Until I’m there, okey?”

Your sobs got louder and louder.

“It’s okey, baby, it’s okey…” he mumbled gently. God, he just wanted to hold you. Be there for you.

“I’m coming, alright? I’ll be there quickly.”

“Jay-“ you choked, voice rough and broken.

His world began to spin.

He leaned forward in his seat, his shaky arms supporting him on his thighs.

“Hm~” he hummed, broken, trying to hold it together for you.

“Yes, baby,” he tried again when he couldn’t hear you respond.

He continued when you didn’t say anything: “Baby, don’t worry, I’m coming-“

“I’m sorry.” You choked, cutting him off.

He pressed his eyes shut as his tears poured down his face. “No baby. Don’t say that.” He rasped in a shaky tone.

“it’s my fau-“

“No.” He spoke sternly, his tone didn’t allow any argument.

“It’s not your fault. And I don’t wanna hear it. I’m not allowing you to think that. Got it?”

You just whimpered in response.

“I love you so much. We’ll go through this together alright?”

You just continued to cry. Ripping his heart into pieces.

“Baby… listen to me. I’ll be there in 6 hours, okey?”

You hummed.

“But that’s too long. You have to go into labour without me, okey?”

“No.” You shook your head, face scrunched in fear and sorrow.

“I know, baby, I know. It’s scary, isn’t it?”

You just nodded your head, your throat hurt too much to answer. “I know you’re afraid, but baby, listen. I- can’t lose you too. I can’t come home and be told that my wife didn’t make it. I-“ he let out a choked sob, his tears fell on his trousers, “I can’t lose you, too.” He shook his head, refusing to think about it.

“Please baby. I’m begging you.”

“I’m tired.” You whimpered quietly.

Jay opened his mouth to argue, to tell you to not be stubborn for once, to listen to him, to just do what’s good for you. But something in him told him to just accept your wish. You knew the best what you needed—what your body could endure.

“Okey,” he yielded softly. “I promise I’ll be there as quickly as possible. Try to rest a little, alright baby?”

“I love you so much. You’re the bravest woman on this earth. I will call you again before we take off alright? Until then, rest.”

You only hummed in response.

“Can you please pass the phone to Heiran, baby?”

“Jongseong-ah,” Heiran’s aged, rough voice echoed through the phone.

“Can you make sure y/n doesn’t hear us?”

After a while of rustling, he heard her again: “yes?”

“Ma…” his eyes brimmed with tears. “What happened?”

“She-she woke up in pain and she told me the baby was not moving.” Jay felt as if he forgot how to breathe. He should’ve been there.

“I- I told her that happens sometimes but she looked so scared and her pain worsened. And then she started to bleed. I called the ambulance—it all happened so quickly. When we arrived here the doctor announced the baby’s death. They said her placenta partially loosened from her uterus and the baby didn’t get any oxygen over night.” She hiccuped.

He closed his eyes as he tried to process everything.

Sunghoon rubbed Jay’s back.

“The doctor said that this can happen suddenly and can’t be predicted,” she added with a shaky voice.

The guilt of not being there was taking over his mind.

“They told her that she has to deliver the baby naturally because it’s the safest option. Since y/n is not bleeding anymore and her condition is not too unstable a c-section would be unnecessary. Her-her labour also has started but it’s too mild. She said it’s just throbbing sometimes,” she took a deep breath, “they wanted to give her medicine to induce it more. The doctor said she had to do it now otherwise she’ll get an infection. But y/n said she doesn’t want to do it without you. She seems to be in shock.”

"Okey..." he whispered, voice raspy. He didn't know what to respond. The new information made him realise that it was his fault.

During the whole flight his head hung low. He was deep in thought and sorrow.

I should've stayed. I should've taken care of her.

He failed to protect you. If he just didn’t leave.

“Do you have to leave?” You pouted as you sat on your bed, watching Jay pack his suitcase for the business trip.

“Baby…” he sighed softly, “we already talked about this.” He kissed your forehead as he walked past you to grab his laptop from the nightstand.

“No. You talked, I listened and cried," you snapped at him, annoyed, "I don’t want you to go.” You stated firmly.

“It’s only going to be for 5 days. I’ll be back before you’ll know it.” You didn’t seem to be convinced as you walked up to him, hugging him from the side, your big, round belly getting in the way. “But I don’t want to be alone.” You frowned.

“That’s why I asked Heiran to come and take care of you.” He wrapped his arms around your shoulder as he kissed your head.

You pulled away, your frustration couldn't be hidden anymore, “but I don’t want anyone else to take care of me! I want you to be here! What if something happens and you're not here?!”

He shut his eyes as he tried to calm down, not wanting to fight with his pregnant wife, “nothing will happen, baby. It’s only for 5 days. You know I have to go.”

“You don’t have to! You’re literally choosing your business over me! Your wife who's carrying your child! I can’t believe I married a greedy man!”

He furrowed his eyebrows, his face expressed his hurt feelings, “that’s not true, y/n. The meetings were set before you were even pregnant. I already cancelled the ones that I could cancel and shortened the trip by two weeks. I’m sorry to leave you but I promise it’ll be quick.”

“Whatever,” you rolled your eyes, trying not to show him that you were about to cry as you left the bedroom.

“Where are you going?”

“To the guest bedroom. I don’t wanna sleep next to you.” You slammed the door.

You woke up to Jay softly caressing his fingertips over your cheekbone, "good morning, angel," he whispered softly to not startle you.

“I’m leaving for the flight,” he was crouched down in front of your bed.

You turned around, giving him the cold shoulder.

“Baby… please, I can’t leave while my wife is angry with me."

Good, then I'll stay angry so he won't leave.

He put his warm hand on your shoulder, "please, princess. You're making me sad."

"And you're making me sad, too." You mumbled, he could barely hear it.

You felt him lie behind you, one arm wrapping gently around your waist while the other slipped under your neck, curling over your shoulder to rest firmly on your upper arm, pulling you closer. His hand on your belly was warm and soft, his thumb tracing small circles on the skin where your top had ridden up.

"I couldn't sleep without my babies." He nuzzled his face into your neck.

"Good." You uttered coldly.

He smiled softly, "my girl woke up feisty today," you felt his lips move against the shell of your ear, "I like that," he murmured seductively. Your pussy throbbed at his deep, hushed voice. You ignored it as you tried to push his arms away. Your efforts were useless as your sleepy and pregnant state made you way weaker than before—not that you had any chance against him before pregnancy.

The hand on your stomach wandered lower, right under your bellybutton where he teased and aroused you by caressing your skin softly. But his touch was way too far away to actually give you any form of pleasure. "Jay..." you whined, your hips wiggling in annoyance.

"Yes, baby?" His voice sent shivers down your spine as he nibbled at your earlobe. His hand which was on your shoulder grabbed one of your tits, squeezing it, slipping your top under it so he could touch and play with it properly. You sighed at the feeling, "feels so good..." You closed your eyes to enjoy the spark pulsing in your blood. Suddenly his other hand slipped under your shorts, brushing lightly over your panties. Your hand grabbed his forearm, "please... Jay..." you sighed, completely wet and aroused. Your pussy throbbed so hard, it was beginning to eat you alive.

"But I thought you were mad at me?" He made a show of pulling his hand out of your shorts. Your nails digged into his arm, "no! I'm not mad," you frowned. Your face turned to him as you pleaded at him, looking all cute and sexy at the same time, "please?". He wanted to devour you right at the spot.

"You know I can't resist my sexy wife," he kissed you harsh, tongue slipping into your mouth as you moaned into the kiss. His hand slipped under your underwear, his fingers gliding over your wet, slick pussy, "Jay~" you moaned. "Put your leg over mine," he rasped into the hot kiss. You tried to do as he told you but struggled due to your big belly. When he noticed, his slick-wet hand slipped out of your panties and helped your leg to adjust over his, leaving a trail of your juices on your skin. "Are you comfortable like this?" You impatiently nodded your head, "touch me, Jay."

“So impatient…” he muttered although he obeyed you immediately. His hand went once again underneath your panties, massaging your pussy softly and faintly. You whimpered, "more..."

"Yeah? My sweet little wife wants more?" You nodded pathetically, "please, Jay. Want you inside me." His middle finger slowly slipped inside you, testing the waters as he circled it inside you to stretch you out. Then his ring finger slipped inside, both of his fingers curling right into you as they found the spongy spot. "Jay!" You moaned, "it feels so good!" He continued to pump his fingers in and out, pushing and circling them inside you as the wet, splashing sounds of your pussy filled the room. "Oh my god... I'm gonna cum." You sighed, sensitive from pregnancy. You were in heaven. His fingers made you forget why you were even mad at him. "W-wait." You pushed at Jay's arm slightly. He immediately halted his actions, eyes widened in panic, "what? Did I hurt you? Do you want to stop?"

"No... it's just I know I will be too exhausted for a second round. Wan' your cum inside of me," you panted, your walls continued to pulse around his fingers on their own.

"It's okey baby. I don't have to cum," he kissed your shoulder, "I will be fine, just want to pleasure my wife."

"No," you whined, "I want you. Please. Wanna be close to you before you leave." You could hear him debate internally. You bit your lips, your arousal dazed your mind, "honey. The doctor said it's fine. Now, put your dick inside me before I crash out."

"Okey, okey," he carefully pulled his fingers out of you and slipped you out of your panties and shorts in one go. He unwrapped his arm around you in order to take off his slacks and boxers. You had turned around slightly, your eyebrows furrowed at the observation you made, "when are you leaving? You're already dressed." You couldn't stop your pout as you watched him take off his dress-shirt, too. "I'm leaving in an hour," he pecked your pouty lips as he hovered over you, arms supporting himself on either sides of your head. His hard dick pressing onto the side of your ass as you were still laying sideways, "come on, baby, don't be mad anymore, hm?"

Your pout deepened, eyes glistening with tears, "I'll miss you."

His heart melted, "I'll miss you, too." He kissed you passionatly as his hand reached for your leg to lift it up. He was settled between your legs, one leg rested comfortably on the mattress, angled to make room for him, as he lifted the other into the air, holding it tightly so it wouldn't slip. "Relax, baby, I'm holding you." He whispered against your lips. You trusted him instantly and relaxed your muscles. He grabbed his hard, throbbing dick into his hand, pumping it a few times, and guided the tip into your entrance. Instinctively, you tried to turn on your back in order to spread your legs further, but he put the hand that was holding his dick on your shoulder to stop you from moving. "Don't get on your back, baby."

"Oh right," you remembered you weren't allowed to lay on your back because of the baby. He kissed your cheek, waiting for you to adjust on your side, "comfy?" he asked as he pushed your hair out of your face. You nodded as you reached for Jay's hand that was settled infront of your face on the pillow.

He slowly pushed into you. You sighed. His thick firm cock filled you up so good. You felt so content having him inside you.

“Fuck, why are you still so tight baby,” he grunted as he tried not to push his whole length in. “Put a whole baby inside you and your cunt is still swallowing me in.” His hand let go of your leg, only to curl it in his arm, adjusting it properly as he started to roll his hip into you. You eyes fluttered, “oh my god, Jay…”

“Yeah? Feels good baby?”

“Hmm,” you whimpered. “Deeper,” you pleaded.

His cock went deeper in you, hitting your sweet spot repeatedly, “ah!” You moaned at the pleasure. “Fuck,” he rasped as you clenched around you. Your arm reached for Jay, he understood immediately as he leaned down, his abs slightly grazed your swollen belly as he nestled his face into your neck. “Fuck baby, stop clenching around me.” He groaned as he tried to hold himself back to pound into you aggressively. You whimpered in response, “it feels so good, can’t help it.”

With only a few more thrusts your walls tightened around him hard as you reached your high. “Jay!” You screamed, shaking, ecstasy rushing through your blood.

He cursed under his breath, “fuck-“ as he continued to thrust into you. You whimpered as you pushed at his shoulder, “too much- Jay-” you choked.

He lifted his head to press a hot kiss on your lips, trying to distract you, “you got this baby. Just a little more. You’re a good girl, hm? Can take it. Be my good little wife and take it.” His breath cut short as he tried to resist the urge to go crazy with you. He lost his rhythm as he got closer. “Fuck-“ he groaned into your neck as he finally came inside you, “fuck, baby. You feel so good.” He kissed your skin, biting it lightly as his body shook from his high, “I love you so much.” He kissed you as he pulled his cock out of you, careful not to hurt you. You scrunched your face at the feeling, your hand tightening its grip on his hand.

You smiled at him lazily, sleep taking over your body, “love you too, jjongie.”

“Not mad anymore?” He smiled at you sheepishly. You shook your head, lips touching close to his, “but I will still miss you, jjongie.” Nuzzling his nose against yours, he whispered with a melted heart: “will miss you too, baby.” He laid beside you to cuddle with you, pulling your head to his chest and caressing it lovingly. His other hand went to your stomach which was snuggled close to his own stomach, patting it in a soft rhythm.

After a while, when he got up to clean you and take a—yet again—quick shower, he halted in his motion. There you laid in the bed, looking so soft and warm like an angel. Your swollen belly gave you a delicate look. He felt as if he was falling in love with you all over again. The sight of you being pregnant with his child, exhausted in the after glow of making love together caused warmth to blossom in his chest—making him all tender and fuzzy. He was the luckiest man on earth.

“I will be back very soon, okey?” He whispered quietly, not wanting to disturb your half asleep state. You hummed tiredly. He pressed a tender kiss, both on your forehead and baby bump as he left the room, gently shutting the door.

Gosh, he already couldn’t wait to be reunited with his wife and his baby.

Regret flooded Jay’s body. With a violent bump he smashed his head against the airplane window.

Sunghoon looked at him concerned. Unsure what to say.

Jay knocked his head repeatedly. Fuck.

If I had never left them this would have never had happened.

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OH MY GOD 1,000 NOTES ??! [read as sunghoon: omg 1,000 DOLLARS?!]

so you guys were STARVING STARVING

Poor engenes….

But guys…. You know you can request fics from me you don’t have to starve….

Stubbles and Kisses

A little drabble for my starving readers—It’s been a while since I posted because I’ve been focusing too much on writing long and detailed fics. Enjoy this little snack ❤️

Yes I’ve gone feral ever since I saw these pictures. Why is he so hot when he’s being a normal dude? Idk his manliness is driving me insane (I need him so bad pls)

Sunghoon x fem!reader [established relationship]

You were making yourself a snack when all of the sudden your boyfriend had caged you in a tight back hug.

“Where were you…” he mumbled sleepily into your skin as he had just woken up from a nap. He closed his tired eyes and buried his face into the depth of the crook of your neck.

“I’m just making some snack,” you quickly patted his head before focusing on your sandwich again, weighing between sweet-chilli sauce and teriyaki sauce.

“When did I allow you to leave the bed without my permission?” He slapped your butt, his face still buried in your neck. You yelped at the stinging feeling, “you were sleeping, what was I supposed to do?”

His arms tightened around your waist as he began to sway your bodies in a soft rhythm, “hmmm…” he began, thinking about a response.

“Hmmm…” you mimicked, cutting some pickles. You felt his smile form against your skin, “I don’t know… just don’t leave me again like this. Ever.” He threatened lightheartedly, but you knew deep down he was being serious.

“Ok, you big baby~” You replied as if you were talking to a child.

Contented, he rubbed his face against your skin, his chin now planted on your exposed shoulder as the stubbles on his neck began to scratch against your skin. “Gosh~ you’re so soft,” he sighed as rubbed himself against you like a cat.

You pushed your finger against his forehead, putting a distance between your skin and his stubbles, “and you’re scratching me with your unshaven beard stubbles.”

He gasped dramatically, “oh no! What are we going to do?” He attached his chin and neck on your skin again, scratching you now with determination.

“Hoonie~” you began to laugh, “what are you doing?” You tried to pull your head away but he followed you. “Punishing my girl for leaving me all cold and alone in the bed.”

Your laughter echoed through the kitchen, “you’re so annoying.”

He then began to rub the unshaven stubble of his chin against your cheek, you squeezed your eyes at the discomforting scratchy feeling. “I’m not annoying, I’m just a man who believes in a fair world where everyone is punished for their wrong doings,” his attacks didn’t seem to stop, he enjoyed the close proximity between you two. His arms never loosened around your waist, one hand firmly placed underneath your shirt right under your bellybutton.

“And what can I do for a reduced sentence? Because your girlfriend here wants to eat her sandwich,” you squealed as he now started to gently bite into your cheek, trailing down your neck with his love-bites, his stubbles continued to scratch along the way.

“A kiss will do it,” he now peppered your cheek with tiny pecks.

You turned around in his embrace. His eyes softened at the sight of your angelic face, “hi,” he whispered, love-dazed.

“Hi,” you chuckled, caging your arms around his neck to pull him down.

His soft lips met yours, putting all of his love and affection into the kiss. Just as he put his hand on your cheek to tilt your head towards him, you pulled away, “your hair is tickling me…” you giggled as you pulled at the beard hair on his chin. He groaned dramatically, “yeah right. I’m a man. Of course I have hair there.”

“But you usually shave and now it feels rough and weird,” your eyes glistened with childish-like enthusiasm as your fingers now pulled at the hair on his adam apple.

After a couple moments of comforting silence, you made an announcement: “Okey, payment’s done. I wanna eat my sandwich now.” You turned around quickly before he could react.

“Nooo~!” He whined in protest. His cheek rested on your head, pouting, when he suddenly had an idea. He swiftly grasped your face in his hand to turn it to him and rubbed his rough, scratchy jaw and chin all over it.

“Babe!” You gasped at his attack, “what are you doingggg~” you complaint as you tried to pull away, “I already completed my sentence.”

“No, you didn’t kiss me properly.” He continued to scratch his stubble on your face.

You giggled, “Sunghoon, stop…”

“What did you just call me?” He asked, scandalised, and carried on with his assault.

“I- I meant babe,” you bursted out in laughter.

Suddenly, he pulled away and pouted his lips, indicating his need for a proper kiss. You closed your eyes with a dumb smile as you turned to him completely again, hand on his rough cheek, to pull him in for a kiss. He sighed softly into the kiss, eyes fluttering at the butterflies in his stomach. “You drive me crazy,” he murmured against your lips, almost forgetting his initial plan.

When you finally pulled away, you pecked his lips to satisfy his needs, “good?”

He smiled at you dumbly, eyes twinkling, “yes.”

“Can I eat my sandwich now, you needy baby?”

“Mhm,” he nodded, his smile never faltering. You pecked his lips once again cutely—he almost felt bad at what he was going to do.

Almost.

And when you turned around to finally devour the sandwich which you had perfected to your liking, you quickly realised that it was gone.

Eyes widened, you whipped your head back to your boyfriend, only to see him standing a few steps away—distancing himself from you. One hand holding half of your sandwich as he had already shoved the other half into his mouth.

“Sunghoon!” You screeched.

He laughed loudly, though the food in his mouth muffled the sound, as he stuffed the rest of the sandwich in one go. Chewing and swallowing everything in a matter of seconds.

You sprinted towards him. His eyebrows shot up in panic, he quickly began to flee.

“YOU LITTLE SHIT I SWEAR TO GOD-“

Did you land on his back and clung onto him like a monkey while you hit him repeatedly?

Yes.

Did he take you to your favourite burger place to make it up to you?

Yes.

Did he steal most of your fries there?

Also yes.

Did he shave off his stubble?

Well, you kind of liked it so you didn’t let him until he had to shave it off for some shooting again.

Did you develop a habit of burying your face into his unshaven face and neck and scratching yourself like cat whenever you two cuddled?

Yeah.

And he loved every second of it.

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Stubbles and Kisses

A little drabble for my starving readers—It’s been a while since I posted because I’ve been focusing too much on writing long and detailed fics. Enjoy this little snack ❤️

Yes I’ve gone feral ever since I saw these pictures. Why is he so hot when he’s being a normal dude? Idk his manliness is driving me insane (I need him so bad pls)

Sunghoon x fem!reader [established relationship]

You were making yourself a snack when all of the sudden your boyfriend had caged you in a tight back hug.

“Where were you…” he mumbled sleepily into your skin as he had just woken up from a nap. He closed his tired eyes and buried his face into the depth of the crook of your neck.

“I’m just making some snack,” you quickly patted his head before focusing on your sandwich again, weighing between sweet-chilli sauce and teriyaki sauce.

“When did I allow you to leave the bed without my permission?” He slapped your butt, his face still buried in your neck. You yelped at the stinging feeling, “you were sleeping, what was I supposed to do?”

His arms tightened around your waist as he began to sway your bodies in a soft rhythm, “hmmm…” he began, thinking about a response.

“Hmmm…” you mimicked, cutting some pickles. You felt his smile form against your skin, “I don’t know… just don’t leave me again like this. Ever.” He threatened lightheartedly, but you knew deep down he was being serious.

“Ok, you big baby~” You replied as if you were talking to a child.

Contented, he rubbed his face against your skin, his chin now planted on your exposed shoulder as the stubbles on his neck began to scratch against your skin. “Gosh~ you’re so soft,” he sighed as rubbed himself against you like a cat.

You pushed your finger against his forehead, putting a distance between your skin and his stubbles, “and you’re scratching me with your unshaven beard stubbles.”

He gasped dramatically, “oh no! What are we going to do?” He attached his chin and neck on your skin again, scratching you now with determination.

“Hoonie~” you began to laugh, “what are you doing?” You tried to pull your head away but he followed you. “Punishing my girl for leaving me all cold and alone in the bed.”

Your laughter echoed through the kitchen, “you’re so annoying.”

He then began to rub the unshaven stubble of his chin against your cheek, you squeezed your eyes at the discomforting scratchy feeling. “I’m not annoying, I’m just a man who believes in a fair world where everyone is punished for their wrong doings,” his attacks didn’t seem to stop, he enjoyed the close proximity between you two. His arms never loosened around your waist, one hand firmly placed underneath your shirt right under your bellybutton.

“And what can I do for a reduced sentence? Because your girlfriend here wants to eat her sandwich,” you squealed as he now started to gently bite into your cheek, trailing down your neck with his love-bites, his stubbles continued to scratch along the way.

“A kiss will do it,” he now peppered your cheek with tiny pecks.

You turned around in his embrace. His eyes softened at the sight of your angelic face, “hi,” he whispered, love-dazed.

“Hi,” you chuckled, caging your arms around his neck to pull him down.

His soft lips met yours, putting all of his love and affection into the kiss. Just as he put his hand on your cheek to tilt your head towards him, you pulled away, “your hair is tickling me…” you giggled as you pulled at the beard hair on his chin. He groaned dramatically, “yeah right. I’m a man. Of course I have hair there.”

“But you usually shave and now it feels rough and weird,” your eyes glistened with childish-like enthusiasm as your fingers now pulled at the hair on his adam apple.

After a couple moments of comforting silence, you made an announcement: “Okey, payment’s done. I wanna eat my sandwich now.” You turned around quickly before he could react.

“Nooo~!” He whined in protest. His cheek rested on your head, pouting, when he suddenly had an idea. He swiftly grasped your face in his hand to turn it to him and rubbed his rough, scratchy jaw and chin all over it.

“Babe!” You gasped at his attack, “what are you doingggg~” you complaint as you tried to pull away, “I already completed my sentence.”

“No, you didn’t kiss me properly.” He continued to scratch his stubble on your face.

You giggled, “Sunghoon, stop…”

“What did you just call me?” He asked, scandalised, and carried on with his assault.

“I- I meant babe,” you bursted out in laughter.

Suddenly, he pulled away and pouted his lips, indicating his need for a proper kiss. You closed your eyes with a dumb smile as you turned to him completely again, hand on his rough cheek, to pull him in for a kiss. He sighed softly into the kiss, eyes fluttering at the butterflies in his stomach. “You drive me crazy,” he murmured against your lips, almost forgetting his initial plan.

When you finally pulled away, you pecked his lips to satisfy his needs, “good?”

He smiled at you dumbly, eyes twinkling, “yes.”

“Can I eat my sandwich now, you needy baby?”

“Mhm,” he nodded, his smile never faltering. You pecked his lips once again cutely—he almost felt bad at what he was going to do.

Almost.

And when you turned around to finally devour the sandwich which you had perfected to your liking, you quickly realised that it was gone.

Eyes widened, you whipped your head back to your boyfriend, only to see him standing a few steps away—distancing himself from you. One hand holding half of your sandwich as he had already shoved the other half into his mouth.

“Sunghoon!” You screeched.

He laughed loudly, though the food in his mouth muffled the sound, as he stuffed the rest of the sandwich in one go. Chewing and swallowing everything in a matter of seconds.

You sprinted towards him. His eyebrows shot up in panic, he quickly began to flee.

“YOU LITTLE SHIT I SWEAR TO GOD-“

Did you land on his back and clung onto him like a monkey while you hit him repeatedly?

Yes.

Did he take you to your favourite burger place to make it up to you?

Yes.

Did he steal most of your fries there?

Also yes.

Did he shave off his stubble?

Well, you kind of liked it so you didn’t let him until he had to shave it off for some shooting again.

Did you develop a habit of burying your face into his unshaven face and neck and scratching yourself like cat whenever you two cuddled?

Yeah.

And he loved every second of it.

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The angst I’m writing is so good I’m making myself sad :(( need a good happy ending otherwise I’ll never write again 😭

[youngheejay]

LMAOOOO HE’S SOOOO FUNNY HE ACTUALLY WANTS ME DEAD 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

(Pls wrap your arm around my neck)